Cuts of RWBY

A RWBY Fic Collection by AndrewJTalon

DISCLAIMER: This is a fan based work of prose. RWBY is the property of Rooster Teeth and WB Animation. Please support the official release.

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

For instance... What if Jaune used a hammer?

Nora was staring intently at Jaune. Usually this wasn't a huge issue: She often stared at others for a variety of reasons, ranging from figuring out what to get them for their birthdays to contemplating if she could make cutouts for pancakes in their silhouettes.

However, at the breakfast table in the cafeteria, Jaune had a sneaking suspicion that Nora had a different object in mind with her intense stare.

Jaune cleared his throat.

"Yes Nora?"

Nora beamed.

"I think your Semblance is cool, Jaune!"

Weiss blushed. Yang grinned. Blake sighed dreamily. Ruby stammered, her own cheeks burning bright red. Pyrrha's smile became rather saucy. Ren tensed.

"I uh... Thank you? It's pretty fun, sometimes," he admitted. Okay, he was still dealing with the issues of his existence but he had to admit, it was pretty neat.

Nora nodded.

"Think fast!"

She tossed Magnhild at him, and Jaune, out of reflex, reached up to catch it in both hands. Ren actually gaped at her as Nora beamed. Team RWBY and Pyrrha collectively gasped. Pyrrha in particular leaned in to Jaune as he bowed his head, the great hammer held in his hands above him.

"J-Jaune? Are you all right?" She asked worriedly.

Jaune threw his head back and laughed. It was loud, boisterous, and utterly unrestrained.

"Nope! Name's Ivan, Lass! Hey Nora!"

"Yes Ivan?" Nora asked eagerly, gripping the edge of the breakfast table in anticipation.

"Wanna see who can headbutt the most Grimm to death?" Ivan asked with a broad grin.

Nora gasped.

"I do!"

"Wait, hang on-!" Pyrrha shouted, but Jaune and Nora leaped up and ran for the doors, cackling with glee.

Ren's eyes narrowed as he went for Storm Flower.

"Ladies," Ren stated, cold as ice, "If you'll excuse me..."

The others all chased after him too, of course. They were too deeply infatuated with Jaune not to.

But Ren knew Nora. He knew she could be subtle and stealthy when she needed to be. When she wanted to be alone with...

His grip tightened on his weapons as he dashed through the Emerald Forest. Already, despite his intense focus and control, despite his Semblance... The self recriminations were flying through his head.

Did she... Did she finally get tired of waiting? Did I make her upset? Did I do something to make her think Jaune is a better choice...?

Ren didn't resent Jaune. On the contrary, he saw Jaune as close to a brother as he could. They'd only known eachother for around a year but after all they'd been through, they had become friends. A respite from the feminine chaos that dominated their lives. He was a capable leader and Ren trusted him with his life. He trusted him with Nora's life.

That wasn't an easy thing... Yet... If Nora truly wanted Jaune more than she wanted him...

His heart clenched hard at the thought.

Anger flared in his breast... Then shame.

I was a fool to think she'd wait forever, he thought to himself, dashing through the trees at breakneck speed, If she saw something in Jaune... If he was willing to reciprocate... What right do I have to stand in their way? As long as she's happy... That's what matters...

Right?

He heard the sounds of Nora's grenade launcher. He sped through the trees, hopping off tree trunks in his haste, before he broke out into a clearing dominated by a small creek.

An Ursa went down with a gurgle, its head crushed into pieces. Standing over it, holding up Magnhild and his forehead dripping with blood, Jaune (Ivan, he thought) grinned up at Ren. Nora, nearby, had crushed another Ursa's skull with her own, and was celebrating.

"Ren! Bro! Glad to see you!" Ivan winced and rubbed his forehead, as it was already healing, "Having some trouble with the technique! Gotta practice a lot!"

Ren's fists clenched around his weapons.

"I see," he whispered.

Ivan stared at his friend, as Nora whooped and celebrated behind him. He grinned toothily.

"You should just tell her, friend. I have no interest in my battle sister," he said firmly.

Ren started. He shook his head.

"Then why...?"

"Because she thought it would be fun," Ivan snorted, "You idiot. Do you really think she'd love anyone but you?"

Ren's lips thinned. He looked down in a burst of shame.

"I... I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry, damnit!" Ivan huffed. "Be a man, Ren."

"RENNY!"

Nora cheered and leaped over Ivan's dissolving Ursa, and embraced him as tightly as ever. She beamed up at him.

"Ivan's almost got the technique! He's not as good as me yet, but I'm sure he will be! You wanna try?"

Ren blinked slowly. Red crawled up his neck.

"Ah... I um..."

He felt a strong hand on the back of his head. This hand shoved him forward. His lips met Nora's. Their teeth bumped together and their noses ground past eachother...

It was... Perfect.

"Oops!" Ivan chortled. "My bad!"

Ren and Nora's lips parted. They stared intensely at each other. Nora licked her lips, a gentle blush on her face.

"That... That's okay, Ivan," Nora managed.

"More than okay," Ren mumbled.

"Welp! You two get to making me some nieces and nephews!" Ivan boomed. "I'm gonna get some whiskey, then gonna pound whoever I run across in the forest! Grimm or girl! They all get a hammer!"

A pause. Ivan's grin widened

"The other hammer is my-"

"We get it!" Ren said quickly, as Nora giggled.

Yean, Ivan is not a subtle personality. At all. And has zero impulse control. And hits like a truck to the face.