Cuts of RWBY

A RWBY Fic Collection by AndrewJTalon

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Just a collection of plot bunnies and ideas for RWBY fics. Free for you to take and make use of.

For instance:

Based on an idea from mgl1206, Pyrrha finds out about a part of Jaune's past...

Pyrrha thought of herself as a good person. The kind who didn't stick her nose into things without reason. The kind of person above eavesdropping or gossip.

And yet... As in so many other cases, Jaune Arc was an exception to those rules.

She was relaxing in the JNPR dorm room, alone, just 'chilling out' a bit, when Jaune's Scroll rang.

Her green eyes locked onto it as it rang again. She looked around.

"Jaune? It's for you?" Pyrrha tried, though not as loudly as she might have. She might disturb other people.

The Scroll rang one more time. Licking her lips, Pyrrha got up, walked over, took up Jaune's scroll, and opened it up to answer.

"Jaune Arc's Scroll. This is his friend Pyrrha speaking."

On the screen was a large, strongly built man with a fine, rugged golden beard and keen brown eyes. Standing in frame was a shorter blonde woman, with clear blue eyes and a gentle smile.

"Oh! Is Jaune all right, Pyrrha?" The woman asked. Pyrrha nodded.

"Yes, he's just out. May I ask who is speaking?"

"We're his parents," the man rumbled, "Nick and Isabel Arc."

Pyrrha smiled politely, and nodded her head.

"It's an honor to meet you, sir, ma'am. Did you need to talk to Jaune or can I pass a message along?"

Nick grunted.

"Just tell him his belongings have been shipped," he said, "We sold everything he didn't want to keep. It's in his account."

He paused.

"Along with a return ticket."

Pyrrha blinked.

"Return ticket? For a visit?"

Isabel shook her head.

"No... For when he finally gives up and comes home."

Pyrrha's eyes widened. Her voice though was calm.

"What do you mean?"

Nick frowned deeply.

"You have to understand... Jaune was... Was a sickly boy. He was premature, and suffered many illnesses after he was born. We had to keep him home through most of it. Homeschooled him, mostly."

Isabel smiled sadly.

"We're... We're very glad he grew up strong, but... After all he's been through? We... Well... We're willing to let him pursue his dream, but..."

Nick sighed.

"He's... Better off doing something less dangerous. Where he won't get in the way, or be a burden," he said. He looked sharply at her. "Not that he is! We don't-We have never thought that about him-!"

"But he had such a difficult childhood,"

Isabel said, resting a hand on her husband's arm, "And... And we think he'd be much happier doing something safer. We just... We just hope he figures that out before..."

Pyrrha shook her head furiously.

"N-No! No, Jaune's doing wonderfully!" She insisted. "He had a rough start, but he tries his hardest every day! He's making enormous progress! He's very smart, too, and thinks on his feet-He earns people's loyalty-!"

Isabel beamed. Nick grunted.

"That's good to hear," Nick said, "We've always known that he's strong in spirit. We've always known that. But his body..." He trailed off.

"Thank you for looking after our boy, Pyrrha," Isabel said with a soft smile, "We really appreciate it. And we... We know how much it means to him but..."

"But why can't you believe he'll succeed?" Pyrrha asked, more abrasively than she had hoped.

Nick grunted again, and looked to the side like Jaune did when he was guilty about something. Isabel sighed.

"If you had seen how he'd grown up... You'd understand," she said. "Just... Tell him we love him, and about his belongings, please. Nothing else."

Pyrrha slowly nodded.

"I will."

"Thank you Pyrrha. Goodbye."

The call ended. Pyrrha sucked in a breath. This is what she got from poking around. She turned to the door... And her jaw dropped. Jaune stood there before her, his face... Carefully blank.

"Jaune, I-I'm sorry," she said quickly, "I didn't mean... I just answered, and-"

"No. It's fine," Jaune said quietly. Pyrrha was very familiar with masks-She shaped her face to hide her emotions almost constantly. Jaune... His mask was actually pretty formidable. But she knew him too well now.

"I... I'm very sorry," she repeated. Jaune shook his head, and reached out to take his Scroll.

"I said it's fine," Jaune murmured. He walked over and sat down on his bed, staring at it. She fidgeted... Before she walked over and sat next to him. He glanced up at her, then back at the Scroll.

"... They wanted me to tell you they love you," she said. Jaune sighed.

"Yeah... Yeah, I know that," Jaune mumbled. "I do... They just don't believe in me."

Pyrrha frowned.

"Jaune, I-"

"I spent half my childhood bedridden," Jaune stated, a hint of bitterness in his tone, "They never complained no matter how often I was in the hospital. My sisters teased me, made fun of me when I was out and about, but the instant I got sick? I was made of glass. I was... Helpless. The neighbor's kids all called me the runt... Even after I got big and well enough to work on the farm. I thought..."

He paused, before he forced himself to continue. His voice was thick with emotion.

"They let me handle horses and cows. They let me lift heavy things, and do dangerous chores. Surely... Surely my family doesn't think of me as some sickly little brat anymore... But..."

He sighed, and shook his head. He took a few breaths, getting himself back under control.

"They're just waiting for me to give up, come home," he grunted. "I guess... I guess I can't blame them. If I had a child who spent most of his life trying not to die, I wouldn't believe in him, either."

Pyrrha wrapped an arm around his shoulders without thinking. Which is the only way she could have done it, really. Red-faced, she barely kept her composure as he looked up at her in surprise.

"You would," she said firmly, "Because you would know what it's like. You'd support them, no matter what. And be there for them... Even if they failed. Because... Because you'd be a wonderful father, Jaune. J-Just like I know you're going to be a wonderful Huntsman!"

He stared at her, unreadable. She kept going.

"They love you... And you'll show them they're wrong, and... And they'll accept you properly. One day. I-I promise."

He smiled warmly. Impulsively, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you Pyrrha. Coming from you? Th-That... That means everything to me."

Her smile did not leave her face for the entire week after.