Hey everyone! Just a little bit of info for you; this is a collection of one-shots that take place within the Broken Wings AU. While most of these one shots will be more humorous than my normal story, I will still have some heartwarming or sad/dramatic ones in here from time to time. This collection will not have a schedule per-say, and will be updated whenever I have an idea that I felt should have made it into Broken Wings but would have either broken the flow of the main plot or overloaded it so much it would dilute the story as a whole.

This first chapter is mainly to set up a reason that Wrath will be able to spend time at Beacon without getting hunted down every time he showed his face, but after this it should be a massive cluster of whatever psychotic ideas pop into my head.

Other than that I wish you happy reading!

The Punishment

"You want me to What?!" Wrath cried as he slammed his gauntlet covered hands on the wooden surface of Headmaster Ozpin's desk, a few loose objects falling to the ground at the sudden intense vibrations.

"You heard me." Ozpin retorted, failing to even bat an eye at the Death Knight glaring at him from the other end of the table.

Something about this hooded man was unsettling that was for sure, though Ozpin would not be caught dead expressing such concerns to the Knight. Strength was obviously something that this stranger both resonated snd also respected, but he seemed to be concerned for the safety of a certain black haired student. Such a thing was beneficial in a way. At least he could count on the man's cooperation if nothing else.

"Never! Absolutely not!" Wrath pressed, baring his teeth at the silver haired headmaster like a canine threatening a rival. Even this did nothing to visibly shake the headmaster.

"Mm..." Ozpin mummered, sipping out of his mug gingerly, his eyes never leaving those of his guest's own deathly light blue ones.

"I'm serious!" Wrath exclaimed, the runic power in his hands building up, ready to blast the mug, and whatever was sloshing around inside of it, into oblivion.

"I know. So am I. Cardin, while rather thick headed, is still a student of Beacon Academy, and as such we must punish the one responsible for harming him." The headmaster said, finally depositing his mug on the desk in favor of taking of a more relaxed position in the chair, keeping the air of authority ever present.

"You know I could just leave through a death gate. How exactly do you plan to stop That?" Wrath spat, pulling out a necklace with a purple gem attached from under his armor, letting the crystal swing in the air ominously.

"Oh we don't plan to do anything to stop you." Ozpin chuckled, his coffee cup finding it's way into his hand once more, before coming into contact with his lips, taking a large sip.

"Then how do you expe-..."

"However I noticed how you reacted to Miss Belladonna's command in the arena." Ozpin continued once he moved the mug from his mouth, interrupting the Death Knight in such a way that it actually stunned the elf, though if it was because of his interruption or what he said next he was not sure. "She will be your 'warden' as it were. She's already agreed."

It was silent for a moment.

"She what?!" Wrath cried with a little less vigor than he had previously possessed.

"Volunteered in fact." Ozpin confirmed with another chuckle. He had a feeling that things would be less than boring with this stranger around. That is if he was agreeable of course.

Wrath's head hit the table with a loud bang almost immediately, the smirk on the headmaster's face only growing as a result. With a sigh of defeat Wrath held his hands up in the air. "Please just arrest me..."

"Ah, but you said yourself how easily you could escape confinement." Ozpin retorted, crossing one leg over the other casually, letting himself recline even further into his chair.

"But-..."

"You'll be fine." Ozpin insisted, interrupting the Death Knight for what felt like the umpteenth time in the last five minutes.

"Ugh..."

"It's not all bad for you." The headmaster said after a few moments, causing Wrath's long ears, which had previously been drooping down, to perk up like springs. "I do have a little bit of an extra incentive in place for you; it's actually what got miss Belladonna to volunteer in the first place."

"...I'm listening..."

"After you've done what I have asked, you'll be free to come and go from Beacon as you please, including the ability to use our facilities if you wish." Ozpin explained his hand clutching his mug. "I don't expect you to attend classes, though you would be able to if you desire. You'll be treated as any other hunter-in-training, but without the restrictions of one."

Wrath paused at this. It would be nice to be able to have free reign on the grounds without having to worry about retaliation for his presence. A big change from the usual day-to-day life whenever he traveled to Alliance controlled territory that was not aware of his diplomatic immunity.

"So... You can either do this to pay for your little stunt and be given the rights of an honorary hunter, or you can be regarded as a hostile to Beacon, and a danger to the citizens of Vale. Your choice."

"Sounds like I don't exactly Have a choice." Wrath said, crossing his arms over his dark purple breastplate like a child who had just been told he was not allowed to play outside.

"You do. One just happens to be a foolish one." Ozpin said, before turning back to his monitor, bringing up a few random documents that he had to get to before the end of the day.

Meanwhile Wrath glared at Ozpin who smiled and took another sip of his coffee, never even glancing up to fully meet the other males gaze.

"I would get to work if I were you."

"This is ridiculous." Wrath muttered as he ripped the metal rake in his hands across another patch of lawn that was covered in leaves, nearly breaking the tool over his knee when it arbitrarily decided that it was going to glance off a rock and mess up the small pile he had created.

"No, what's ridiculous is that you still haven't even finished half the lawn." Blake, who was lounging on a lawn chair a few feet away and reading a small book she had acquired from the library, said as she surveyed the grounds of the school. True to her word, half of the gardens were still completely covered in leaves.

When she had first heard of the punishment from Ozpin, Blake had been astounded at the seemingly light sentence. However, now that she looked over the amount of work that Wrath had done over the last six or so hours, she could confidently say that her headmaster could quite easily pull of the role of an evil genius.

"Well maybe if you got off that chair and helped-..."

"And maybe if you hadn't interrupted my fight and broken half of the bones in Cardin's body, you wouldn't be here." Blake interrupted, visibly adjusting her rear more comfortably into the seat, before reopening her book. "Your mistake, your punishment."

"I was trying to Help you." Wrath huffed, before turning back to the task at hand, gathering a large pile of dead leaves in his arms.

"I'm not a princess. I don't need saving." Blake said as she absentmindedly flipped through the pages of her book. She was not actually reading it. She had 3 times now already. Now she was just enjoying her friends punishment.

Sadistic? Cruel? Yes. Fun? Even more so.

"You're sure acting like one." Mumbled Wrath, letting the words slip from his mouth before he took the time to remember that Blake could hear every word he said.

"What was that?" Blake asked in a humored tone as she lowered the book from her now mischievous amber eyes to stare at Wrath, who was stuffing a handful of leaves into one of the many large paper leaf bags he had already filled.

"Nothing. Just humming." He said, not even bothering to glance up at the faunus. His mistake, she thought.

"Oh really? I thought you said you wanted more leaves!" She exclaimed before bringing two fingers to her mouth, whistling loudly towards the seemingly empty courtyard.

A few moments later, the sound of rushing wind could be heard. Or perhaps it was just Wrath realizing exactly what was about to happen to both him and all of his hard work.

Throwing his hands in the air, Wrath began to wave them frantically. "No! No!"

It was too late however, and with a loud whoosh of air, Ruby zipped by with assistance from her semblance, leaving a cluster of rose petals everywhere, a few even finding their way into the nooks of Wrath's armor.

"RUBY!"

A few moments of silence passed by before Wrath finally came back to his senses. When he finally did he noticed something that put fear in him. Fear that no other being besides perhaps the king of the damned himself ever had.

There was Nora, looking at the leaf bags with hunger in her eyes, before glancing over to where Jaune and Pyrrha had found a vacant bench, taking the time to rest and chat, a smile on her face.

Wrath, despite knowing that nothing besides force, perhaps not even that, could stop Nora, decided to inch towards the girl anyway. His hands were bunched into a ball as he attempted to beg for the lives of his leaf bags. "No... No whatever you do, just don't-..."

"NORA SMASH!"

Wrath was not quite sure when he nearly broke down in tears. Perhaps it was when Nora's hammer made contact with the bags. Perhaps it was because all of his hard work was now raining down on the previously spotless yard, on top of an unsuspecting Jaune and Pyrrha, a laughing Blake, and an emotionally drained Death Knight.

"I could really use a scrunchy..." Wrath sighed in discontent, before snapping his gaze in Blake's direction, the faunus laughing so hard at his comment she was forced to hold her stomach. "Yeah you heard me!"

"There you go." Blake said with a calm smile as she handed Wrath a few papers, along with a small bag with Beacon Academy's seal stitched on the front. "You're an honorary hunter now."

"Yayyy..." Wrath muttered as he picked yet another leaf from his hair, crushing the dried plant in his gauntlet with an audible crunch. With his other hand he took the papers, along with the bag, from Blake's hand, accidentally brushing her fingers lightly, causing her to visibly flinch. Was her face heating up? "So does this mean I'm allowed to come and go as I please now?"

"Yeah. Ozpin said you're also allowed to listen in on classes and use the schools facilities if you want to as well." Blake explained, pointing to the top page of the stack of papers she had handed Wrath.

"Huh... Interesting." Wrath said as he flipped through the pages. Each one listed something different. A few were class details, while others were menus for the cafe along with other documents of seemingly less importance.

"Just a word of advice though." Blake said, catching Wrath's attention.

"Oh?"

"If you do decide to attend a class or two..." Blake trailed off for a moment, as if considering what she planned to say next. What could possibly be so horrible that she appeared so worried? "Just avoid professor Port's classes."

"Um. Why?"

"Just trust me."

"Very well." Wrath laughed, before he began to form a Death Gate behind him, the purple smoke forming an arch in a matter of seconds. "I should go now though. I'm sure the royal guard are searching Stormwind for me at this point."

"Stormwind?"

"Long story. I'll tell you later." Wrath said before he backed into the portal, disappearing into the void. The clouds dissipated a few moments later, the residual smoke floating harmlessly into the air, into the heavens.

"...Come back soon." Blake said with a smile.

With that the ninja started her trek back to her dorm, eager for a nice long sleep, but secretly just as excited for the promise of a new day. A new day, hopefully, with Wrath amongst her friends, standing by their side.