So, this is my very first fanfiction that I ever formulated. If you've read my Jujutsu Kaisen fanfic or Percy Jackson on here then I say otherwise, but this was really my first. I had this published on Wattpad but decided to move it over here where I had otherfanfic posted because I like this platform more. I've posted my Percy Jackson fanfic on Wattpad to but might remove it too since it's less edited than the version on here.

Anyway, I had a resurgence of interest in RWBY and wanted to revamp this fanfic rather than just rewatch the show. I originally used other people's OCs and original weapons to fill in the gaps in this, but I won't be doing that and will include my own characters for this story.

If you're reading this still I hope you enjoy my story and I'll be doing my best to find days in my work schedule to continue this story.


"Of course I have to go out after my nosy sister had to drink the rest of my favorite blend," Sawyer Flint grumbled, throwing on his jeans and a red hoodie after arguing with his sister for three minutes straight. "All I wanted to do was stay home, watch TV, and drink my coffee!"

Flint was a young man of the tender age of 17, living with his older sister, a long-standing Huntsman who had recently drank the remainder of his favorite coffee.

He was about five foot ten inches and had short, wavy brown hair, amber eyes, and ash gray freckles peppering his nose and cheeks.

It was well past sunset and into nighttime. People were nowhere on the streets of Vale and all were at home except for the few people in the shops and businesses, working the ends of their shifts.

Flint was listening to his music when he noticed some suspicious looking men with blades and guns in suits go into a dust shop. Flint was taught by his family that "You should always do what good you can, when you can help it" and he often tried to remember that when life wasn't the most appealing.

"Well that's probably going to end badly," Flint sighed.

He still had his priorities and went into the coffee shop, grabbed his blend, paid, and began walking towards the dust shop to check on the situation.

Before Flint could even reach for the handle he heard thuds followed by glass shattering.

A girl dressed in almost all black and a red hood had kicked one of the men in a suit out of the window and stood over his unconscious body, taking out a red rectangle weapon and letting it unfold into a large scythe.

The men inside the building were now looking at the girl in either anger, awe, or confusion.

"Okay... get her," said a ginger man with a cane in a white suit, like he expected his men to know what to do in the situation.

How often do you see a girl with a weapon that was near double her size kick a grown man through a window?

The girl swung her scythe, slamming it into the ground pausing the music in her headphones and engaged the men.

The suits charged the girl. She flipped on her scythe, still embedded in the street, kicking one back towards the shop. She pulled the scythe out of the ground, fired a gunshot from it which made her spin and slap a suit high in the air while slapping another into the ground.

Another suit pulled a gun and began firing at the girl, which is when Flint thought he might as well jump in too.

Flint threw his own headphones into his hoodie pocket and activated his gauntlet that had been concealed under his sleeves. The deep red metal gloves activated in their defensive form and wrapped around his arm from fingertip to shoulder under his jacket.

Flint jumped in front of the girl letting his gauntlets defend her from the bullets, ripping apart the sleeves of his hoodie.

Flint looked up and down at his destroyed sleeves and felt a deep frown form.

"I liked this hoodie!" he yelled, charging at the suit and drove his fist into the criminal's face, sending him into a nearby building.

"Wow," said the girl in slight awe. Whether it be the strength of the boy or his weapons, he could not tell.

"You were worth every cent," The man in the white suit sarcastically mumbled to his defeated and groaning thugs.

"Well Red and Mr. FistyCuffs, I guess we can all say it's been an eventful evening. As much as I'd love to stick around," he lifted his cane and a sight popped up, "I'm afraid this is where we part ways." He fired off a shot of fire dust at the girl.

"Aw sho-" she was cut off by a blur and an explosion.

When the smoke cleared, Flint was in front of her, with now almost all of his top half of clothes burned off, revealing the muscular body of a hunter in training, but it was glowing. His body was glowing a yellow orange, like how hot metal would. Even his hair and eyes were a vibrant orange as heat waves rolled off him.

"Uh," hesitated the girl, now being close to a shirtless boy with a dangerously detailed body. "We should go after him!" panicked the girl as she was already chasing him on the rooftops

"Are you all right if we go after him?" asked the now frustrated glowing boy.

"Uh-Huh," groaned the old man who ran the dust shop, peeking out of his shattered front window.

"Good, because I'm mad," growled the boy.

Flint's fiery skin tone seemed to be consumed by the gauntlets as the yellow-orange heat funneled into the boy's gauntlet's generator at the top of his arms, by his deltoids. The small generators whirled with further instilled power and seemed to be enhanced by the boy's sacrificed fire.

Flint released two large, fiery blasts from his gauntlet's palms behind him, sending him like a rocket in the direction of the girl and criminal.

"End of the line Red," shouted the suit over the roar of the Bullhead cargo ship he was on. The man tossed down a fire crystal by the girl and shot it with his cane gun.

"No!" roared Flint as he helplessly watched an explosion erupt, unable to shield the girl again.

The sick suit member cheered in his accomplishment, but looking back to the settling smoke cloud, both the suit and Flint watched in confusion as a woman in a white top, black skirt, and purple cape stood in front of the girl.

She held a riding crop and a runed purple circle hummed, protecting them in the clearing smoke. Flint figured the neat cut, blonde woman was a huntress. With her help they might catch the bad guys now.

"Ha," cried the Huntress as she sent beams of purple energy at the ship, shaking it and almost making the suit fall out before he walked to the cockpit.

A woman in a red dress took his place, her body visible in the light of the moon but her face still in the shadows.

The Huntress sent another beam over the ship causing a cloud to form and a storm of icicles to rain and stab the ship.

The woman in the red dress sleeves flared up orange as she launched a fireball, but it was deflected by the huntress.

The criminal woman raised her hand, causing a pillar of flame to spiral up as the huntress rolled out of the way, gathering the broken pieces of roof into a massive javelin and shooting it towards the ship.

The woman blasted the javelin into pieces, but then it reformed, brushing the top of the ship and coming back as three, only to be turned to ash by the woman in another surge of power.

The bullshead ship started to fly away so both the girl and Flint opened fire on it with their weapons, but only having them be blocked by the woman.

Again, pillars of fire rose from the rooftop to attack all three, but the huntress waved her rod and they were sent flying away from the attack.

The bullhead was out of all their range and shrinking in the night sky. The dangerous rise of battle was diffusing as the three of them stood together on the rooftop.

"Damn it," Flint cursed in his mind. "All I wanted was to get my coffee and go home but now I have a ruined hoodie."

"You're a huntress," said the girl in a rising cheerful tone. "Can I have your autograph?"


Flint, the girl who introduced herself as Ruby Rose, and the huntress Glynda Goodwitch were all in the law enforcement station holding room.

They were taken there by the huntress who didn't speak other than to tell them where they were going and when they finally got there.

"I hope you both realize that your actions tonight will not be taken lightly," the huntress scolded Flint and the girl named Ruby. "You two put yourself and others in great danger."

"They started it!" retorted Ruby.

"They were robbing a dust shop and held a old man at gun point!" Flint shouted, shrinking back in his seat with a scowl.

"If it were up to me you'd be sent home with a pat on the back, and a slap on the wrist," stated Glynda, striking the table with her riding crop.

The gesture made Ruby shrink back and made Flint glare harder.

"But...there is someone here who would like to meet you."

"Ruby Rose and Sawyer Flint," Spoke a man who entered the room on que as Glynda finished.

The man had silver hair but looked like he was still middle aged. He carried a decorated steampunk cane, and was dressed very formally. He looked at Ruby as he walked in slowly with a plate of cookies and coffee in hand. Flint wanted the coffee so bad he was melting into his seat.

"You...have silver eyes," he remarked, staring into Ruby's.

"Um," Ruby said. Both Flint and Ruby were confused by this.

"So," the man continued like he didn't say some off hand comment, "where did you two learn to do this?" The man nodded to a video recording on a tablet he set on the table of both Flint and Ruby fighting the suits.

"S-signal Academy," Ruby stuttered, probably confused about what the man was getting at.

Signal Academy was one of the several Combat Training Schools that took in students to teach the basic things and how to become a hunter or huntress.

"I learned from my sister who learned from both our Dad and Signal. Please call me by my last name," Flint said, not wanting to go into further detail with the calm and cool man.

"Your sister and teachers taught you how to use some of the most dangerous semblances and weapons I've ever seen?" he spoke up with a surprised and not surprised tone at the same time.

"Yes," Flint said shortly.

"Well one particular teacher," corrected Ruby.

"I see," the man muttered, sliding the plate of cookies on the table in front of both.

Ruby picked up a cookie hesitantly then started inhaling the rest. Flint didn't want to try to reach for one in fear of losing a hand and just wanted the coffee, but was disappointed the man claimed it with a sip of his own.

"It's just that I've only seen one other scythe wielder of that skill before. A dusty old crow."

"Mhm," Ruby blathered with a plate of cookies in her mouth. "Thash muh unkal."

The man looked at Ruby with subtle confusion on his face.

"Sorry. That's my uncle, Crow. He's a teacher at signal and I was complete garbage before he took me under his wing," Ruby continued.

"Now I'm all like-Hooowah witchaaa," The girl exclaimed, making choppy hands.

"I see. And you my dear boy? I've never seen a semblance like yours before," the man remarked turning towards Flint, who was nearly laying in his seat. "Other than one woman who happens to share your last name and whom I believe is the previously mentioned sister of yours."

"You don't have to bring her up..." Flint scowled, passively using his semblance in his eyes, but saw the man was not phased.

Glynda was readying her riding crop and Flint didn't want to argue with her so he continued.

"Yes, I do have the semblance of who you are talking about, but please don't talk about her. I'm mad at her for drinking my coffee."

"Understandable," the man nodded sagely, understanding the sacredness of coffee as he swirled his own cup. "So what would an adorable little girl and an uninterested young man need to be doing at a school for warriors and be trained by his sister."

"Well... I want to be a huntress," Ruby said proudly, with determination in her voice.

"I want the skill to stop the world around me from spiraling into the chaos that feeds grim so I and any normal person can live calmly," Flint explained.

"You want to slay monsters?" the man asked quizzically.

"If it makes life calmer," Flint said.

"Yeah. I only have two more years of training left at Signal, and then I'm going to apply to Beacon!" Ruby burst, then checking herself with the stone gaze of the man. "You see, my sister started this year, and she's trying to become a huntress, and I'm trying to become a huntress because I want to help people."

Ruby went on and on about how her parents taught her to help others, but Flint was shirtless and trying not to barge out of the room for being held in here for too long in his opinion.

"Do you know who I am?" asked the man now getting Flint's attention back.

"You're Professor Ozpin," answered Ruby. "You're also the head master of Beacon."

Flint's heart dropped. He immediately was upright and kicking up a sweat. He had got an attitude with the headmaster of one of the most renown and respected hunter schools, and he was more than nervous now.

"Correct. Hello," Ozpin said and nodded politely.

"Nice to meet you," greeted Ruby to the Headmaster of Beacon.

"I am so sorry for lashing out at you," Flint apologized, screaming in his head that he had completely messed up.

"You are completely fine my boy. There have been worse out lashes than yours," forgave Ozpin. "Would you like to come to my school?"

"More than anything!" cheered Ruby.

Ozpin looked up at Glynda from his chair across the two for an input, but she turned her head and pouted in some form of disagreement.

"Well, okay," Ozpin simply put.

"Does this include both of us?" Flint chimed in, wanting to make sure he heard it right.

"It was an opportunity to Ms.Rose, but I feel it is a recommendation for you," answered the Professor.

"What does that mean?" Flint asked, confused.

"What it means is that I wish for you to come to my school because you could find things that you can't find in coffee, Mr. Flint," he replied.

"Trust me, I know," he finished while swirling his cup of coffee.

Flint thought in-depth about this, but both Ozpin and Glynda were almost walking out the door.

"Wait, um... How do you want me to get there?"


Later that night, while walking back home shirtless, Flint thought of something. What had happened to his coffee mix and headphones?