Hey, guys. Here is another installment of 'Willow for the Weekend.' As I previously mentioned that this would be the conclusion, it won't be. I can see it being two more parts before concluding this story. Either way, Jaune and Deku really need to collab one day to discuss their yandere antics. Enjoy!

With all that he could muster, Jaune literally saw a window to freedom. Who needed Rapunzel when there was a huge bed sheet with a large thread count that could aid him out of the window.

The sound sent a jolt of adrenaline through his veins as he hastily climbed through the jagged opening. In the process, he felt a sharp sting on his forearm—a shallow cut from the glass. He winced but pushed aside the pain, knowing that time was of the essence.

He was cold, he was naked, nevertheless, he was free.

Jaune knew he needed to escape, and the woods seemed like the perfect refuge. The tall trees provided cover, and the winding paths could help him elude Willow's pursuit. His breaths came out in ragged gasps as he sprinted deeper into the heart of the forest, branches snapping underfoot and leaves crunching beneath him.

He wasn't sure where he was going. No scroll, no maps — aimlessly drifting into the night. Either way, knowing that he was away from Auntie Willow was worth the price of admission. He would rather dance naked in the night than to be seduced by her. Those messed-up parlor games that she played, she craved onto him. It made him reconsider all of the times he imagined Blake, Ruby, or even Yang in that matter on bondage and submission. Tonight brought a new perspective out of him.

As he ran, the shadows seemed to dance around him, the woods closing in like a labyrinth. Panic threatened to consume him, but he pressed on, guided only by the instinct to put as much distance between himself and Willow as possible. Hope will tell him that Weiss would distract her long enough to widen the gap nevertheless she was a Schnee.

If one fights, then they all fight. And it was only a matter of time before they will all come after him.

Meanwhile….

Weiss in her possession was holding a wired hanger and a vacuum cleaner. Willow was caught off guard by the mighty left hook that her daughter served her. In sheer honesty, she didn't think her daughter could fight without her semblance.

Willow picked herself up from the floor. A bit of blood was trailing down her lip. She touched her lip and winced but took the pain. In her line of sight was her daughter and she didn't mind getting her a reminder of where she came from.

"You motherfucker!" Weiss barked at her. "I should have known not to leave the nest. You'll never know what rat droppings that were left behind when you come back."

"How's your little trip with that beard of yours?" Willow retorted. "What's the matter? Was he sporting jell-o?"

"You and I both know that we're only friends," she retorted. "You knew I had a thing for Jaune. And just like all the boys in my life, you gotta take it away."

The elder Schnee developed a sickly sweet grin. "Oh, sweetness. Boys don't force themselves onto me. They see something more profound and divine than those mosquito bites you pass as tits."

"At least mine are real, Silicone Queen!" Weiss snapped back. "Let's see how high and mighty those tits can be when I puncture those bastards."

The elder Schnee pulled back, snarling at her daughter. "Do you really want that to be the last words you say in your miserable, pathetic life?"

As the mother-daughter duo contemplated on their next move, there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, Mom. My vibrator went out, can I borrow—" Whitley stepped in and saw the disarray in her mother's room. Shattered glasses, broken bed frame, furniture ripped in half. She was stunned that a blowtorch was actively on. "Damn, I know we're open-minded but…" She whistled loudly.

"Whitley, I will advise you to stay out of this," interjected Willow. "I want you to remember what your sister used to look like before the funeral director does her makeup."

"I concur, sis." Weiss retorted. "A serrated hangar can do a lot of things that can make things or people very unrecognizable."

Willow balled her fists. "I brought you in and just like those servants from Indo-China, I'll take you out."

"Funny, that's what they say the same about you, but they want to take you out like a cow in a pasture," she retorted. "Your udders are like Save the Children's food rations in Africa — outdated!"

"Your jokes barely scratch the surface like that scar in your eye."

"And I don't mind providing a ring to match yours. Daddy always loved giving you the finest of things."

"Like your clothes and outfits? Winter's hand-me-downs. But it does feel good to pay less."

"Like those 'chicos' you pick up at the home improvement store? Always a bargain hunter."

"Goodwitch says the same thing about your performance at school or lack thereof."

"Is it really me or is it your liver and white blood cell count you're referencing?"

"Save that for your stylist. Maybe your hair can teach me how to whip and nae nae."

"Like that check you sent to Ozpin to pay for last semester's tuition can do you one better. It really knew how to bounce."

Their bout was interrupted when there was a knock at the door. The acrimonious mother-daughter duo turned their heads to see that it was Winter standing at the door.

"Wow!" The elder sister whistled. "Amazing how things go into disarray after being gone for a spell." The decorated soldier stepped inside in a calm manner, as if she wasn't fazed by the shenanigans caused by her sister and mother.

"Nice left hook, sis," she said to Weiss when inspecting her mother. "Good to know that Beacon isn't only teaching you how to hunt for Grimm and pluck men's heartstrings."

Willow cleared her throat. "What in the hell do you want, Winter? I thought you were told not to stop by without giving prior notice." She crossed her arms. "Think we should forgive you for what you've done. Abandoning your post?!"

"Just like you abandon your vows to father dearest," interjected Winter. "I wouldn't be so sure about passing judgment, Mother. Wasn't it a couple months ago that you publicly protested abolishing abortion clinics and yet our courier just recently left a certified letter from our amigos south of the border?" She snickered. "And what didn't get scooped up by the doctor, Lisa Lavender wouldn't mind picking that up, if you know what I mean."

The Snow Queen scoffed under her breath. "We get it, Winnie, we're hypocrites." She dropped the hanger to the floor and placed the vacuum aside. Who would have known she would have these items in her hand. One would think she was cosplaying as the help. "But seriously, what are you doing here?"

She cupped her cheek. "Can a girl get some time on leave to spend with her sisters and dear mother?" She puffed her cheeks and gave octopus lips. "Somewhere in that icebox of yours does love exist."

Willow and Weiss stared at each momentarily before turning their heads at the eldest daughter. "Liar!"

"Fine, you've got me," said Winter as she took a seat on the couch next to the fireplace. She reached into her purse and pulled out her cigarettes. "Whitley knew that trouble was stirring and requested a calvary." She crossed her legs as she lit the cancerstick. "With Father out of commission for the time being, that is where I come in." She took a puff and blew into the air. "Mom is playing harlot and your heart is being gutted, correct Weissy?"

Willow clicked her tongue. "How is it when a man does it, he's a player. But when it's a woman, she's a harlot? You got some nerve, Winter, considering your track record."

"Only track record you should be considering is your dirty drawers." She cleared her throat. "I'm a soldier, anything that has been done has been classified," retorted Winter as she took another smoke. "You on the other hand might as well be under the classified ads since you're always open for business."

"Ok, Winnie. That's a new low, even for me. Mother isn't that bad," retorted Weiss.

"'That bad?' She preys on boys she can handle because the men her age don't wanna handle something that is 'loose' and on the prowl," interjected Winter. "I have met men who would take their chances impregnating a half-dead Grimm before Mother. At least they want certainty that once they stick it in they could pull back without catching something."

"How dare you speak of me like that," retorted Willow. "Your father would be ashamed of how you are treating us."

"That's funny, that's exactly what Father said when I visited him in prison the other day," said Winter. "I wasn't sure it was between 'I never want to see that bitch again' or 'looking forward to serving her papers.'" She chuckled. "Can't recall which one was appetizingly hilarious."

"I've got enough dirt on his ass that you can't even tell it's soil or shit." Willow snapped back as she walked toward Winter's direction. "And I don't need your input either, Winter."

Winter took another smoke. As she blew it out skywardly, her icy blue eyes turned onto her mother. "That's too bad." She responded dryly. "Considering that I didn't mind assisting our wayward yellow boy with some reinforcements."

"Wait!" Weiss arched an eyebrow. "How do you know about Jauney, sis?"

"Unless we have a tribe of naked natives nearby or someone is on some outdated rapier wasp jam, I did see him running into the woods."

"And when were you going to tell us this?" Willow asked.

Winter let out a fake yawn as she stretched her arms. "You didn't give me a chance. You did say, Mother, that my post isn't worth fetching." She chuckled as she took another smoke.

"Just like that? Letting precious merchandise run into the woods? Who knows what's out there?" Weiss snapped. "And I will be damned if some blonde, big busted bimbo with an ugly scarf or some Adam-and-Eve discount shopping with the cheap mask go after my Jauney!" She stomped her foot and marched toward the door.

"And where do you think you're going, young lady?" Willow asked frustratingly. "Don't think we're done yet. And who's going to clean this mess?"

"Do I look like I just came from a floating door or a Bataan descendent?" Weiss retorted.

"Wow!" Winter whistled. "Prejudice much?"

"Not prejudice, just well off," she responded as she headed out of the door.

"That stupid shitty extra is just lost in the woods and who knows what kind of nymphos are wanting him. I've read enough mangas to know perverts like him would fall under a nymph's spell. The only nectar you're savoring is mine, you dumbass. I am coming for you, Jauney. I'm coming, you baka rabbit!"

Meanwhile….

Jaune stumbled through the dense, shadowy woods, branches snagging at his skin and underbrush tangling his legs. He had been running for what felt like hours, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. The moon hung high in the night sky, its pale light filtering through the canopy of trees and casting an eerie glow on his path.

Desperation gnawed at him, but he knew he couldn't keep running without a break. His body was cold and trembling, his feet raw from the rough terrain. He came upon a small clearing where a creek meandered through the woods, its gentle gurgling a soothing sound amidst the cacophony of the forest.

He knelt by the creek, cupping his hands to take a drink. The water was icy and refreshing, revitalizing him momentarily. He knew better than to drink too much, though; he couldn't afford to be weighed down. Time was of the essence, and he needed to keep moving.

As he straightened up, the moon caught his eye again. It seemed almost otherworldly, its light a beacon in the darkness. The blond took a deep breath, drawing strength from its ethereal glow. The moon, he realized, was his guiding light. It had been watching over him, leading him through the treacherous woods.

He couldn't shake the feeling of being pursued. His instincts screamed at him that danger was close, and he couldn't let his guard down. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder, eyes scanning the shadows for any signs of movement. The forest was silent, save for the rustling of leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. No weapon, his semblance was weak, just a walking dead man. If it wasn't a Grimm that would snatch his light, then it was the highness of Atlas that would.

Gathering his resolve, he pushed himself to his feet. He was naked and vulnerable, but he couldn't afford to be paralyzed by fear. He had to keep moving, had to put as much distance as possible between himself and his pursuers. Every second counted.

He followed the creek downstream, hoping it would lead him to safety or at least provide a more navigable path through the woods. The moon continued to guide him, its light unwavering and constant. With each step, he felt a glimmer of hope. He wasn't alone in this vast, dark forest; the moon was with him, watching over him like a silent guardian.

Jaune trudged through the underbrush, his mind wandering to anything that could distract him from the biting cold and his dire situation. He chuckled softly, a humorless sound that barely broke the silence of the night. "Guess I should've learned how to sew," he muttered to himself, imagining how useful such a skill would be right now. "I can hear Saphron, Terra, and the girls laughing at me as I speak."

What he once considered a girl's hobby now seemed like a critical survival skill. He eyed the large leaves on the nearby trees, wondering if he could fashion some sort of makeshift kilt to protect himself from the elements. The thought was absurd, but it was better than dwelling on his fear and discomfort.

He stopped to examine a particularly large leaf, contemplating how he might weave them together, when a sudden noise snapped him out of his reverie. His heart pounded in his chest, fear gripping him like a vice. The sound was close, too close. His mind raced with possibilities, none of them good. It could be a Grimm, or worse, Mother Dearest who had held him captive.

Panic surged through him, but he forced himself to stay calm. He couldn't afford to lose his head now. Keeping low, he edged away from the source of the noise, sticking close to the creek. The water's gentle flow masked his footsteps as he moved, each step a calculated effort to remain silent.

The moonlight continued to guide him, its silver beams piercing through the darkness. He quickened his pace, the sense of urgency returning with full force. He had to keep moving, had to stay ahead of whatever—or whoever—was pursuing him.

Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, set his nerves on edge. He glanced back repeatedly, half-expecting to see a hulking Grimm or the sinister figures of his captors emerging from the shadows. But the forest remained deceptively tranquil, the night sounds blending into an eerie symphony.

As he pressed on, the creek began to widen, the trees thinning out slightly. He took it as a good sign, hoping it meant he was nearing the edge of the woods. The moon still hung high in the sky, a steadfast companion in his darkest hour.

"Just a little further," he whispered to himself, determination fueling his every step. He would survive this night. He would escape. And one day, he would look back on this ordeal and laugh about his newfound appreciation for sewing and makeshift kilts. But for now, survival was all that mattered.

"What would Deku do if he was in a jam like me?"

The blond's heart leapt when he saw the creek widening, the trees giving way to a clearing. His breath caught in his throat as he beheld a hill rising at the end of the creek, and at its summit, a cabin. For a moment, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, the light from the cabin flickering like a mirage in the moonlit night.

But it was real. The soft, warm glow spilling from the cabin's windows was unmistakable. It signaled safety, a refuge from the cold and the dangers lurking in the woods. His initial surprise gave way to a surge of hope and determination.

Mustering all his remaining strength, he began the arduous climb up the hill. Each step was a struggle, his body protesting every movement, but he pushed through the pain and exhaustion. The promise of shelter and warmth spurred him on, giving him the energy he didn't know he had left.

The hill was steep and the ground uneven, but the thought of the cabin kept him focused. He slipped a few times, his bare feet struggling to find purchase on the loose soil and rocks, but he never stopped. He couldn't stop. Not when salvation was so close.

As he drew nearer, the cabin's details became clearer. It was a small, rustic structure, the kind that seemed to blend seamlessly with the natural surroundings. The light came from a window, its warm glow a stark contrast to the cold, harsh moonlight.

Finally, with one last burst of effort, Jaune reached the top of the hill. He stumbled toward the cabin, his legs feeling like they might give out at any moment. Reaching the door, he hesitated for just a second, listening for any sounds from within. The silence was comforting, and the light continued to shine, inviting him in.

He knocked weakly at first, then with more urgency, hoping whoever was inside would hear him. "Please," he called out, his voice hoarse and desperate. "I need help."

Moments later, the door creaked open, and a figure appeared in the doorway. An older woman, her face lined with age but her eyes sharp and kind, looked down at him. Without a word, the woman stepped aside, allowing Jaune to stumble inside the warm, inviting cabin.

As he stepped inside the cabin, his senses immediately overwhelmed by the warmth and the scent of wood smoke. The coziness of the small space was a stark contrast to the harsh, cold night he had just endured.

She rushed to his side. Without hesitation, she grabbed a thick blanket from a nearby chair and wrapped it around him, shielding him from the cold and his nakedness. Her touch was gentle, and her eyes were full of worry as she looked him over.

"My goodness, child, what happened to you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Are you hurt? Do you need anything?"

He shook his head, pulling the blanket tightly around his shivering body. He appreciated her concern, but he knew he couldn't reveal too much. Any information he gave could potentially endanger this kind stranger. The thought of bringing danger to her doorstep made his heart ache with guilt.

"Thank you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'll be okay. I just need to rest."

The woman frowned, clearly not satisfied with his vague response, but she didn't press him further. Instead, she guided him to a chair by the fireplace, urging him to sit and warm himself. "Rest here, dear. I'll get you something hot to drink."

Jaune nodded, grateful for her understanding. As he settled into the chair, the warmth of the fire began to seep into his bones, slowly chasing away the chill. The crackling flames were mesmerizing, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relax, letting the tension drain from his body.

"This place gives me Owl House vibes. I hope to Oum that this woman is a lesbian or not interested in young boys. I sort of wish I went into the kitchen with her. Last thing I need is another spiked drink."

As he opted for just a simple glass of water, the woman returned with a steaming cup of herbal tea. "Here, drink this. It will help warm you up," she said, handing him the cup. He took it with trembling hands, the heat radiating through the ceramic soothing his frozen fingers.

"Thank you," he repeated, taking a cautious sip. The tea was hot and slightly bitter, but it was a comfort nonetheless.

The woman's eyes, full of gentle curiosity, lingered on the blond as he sat by the fire, sipping the hot tea. "How did you end up out there, naked and in the woods?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"

He looked down, tightening the blanket around his shoulders. He knew she deserved answers, but he couldn't risk it. Any information he shared could put her in danger, and he couldn't bear the thought of that.

"I... I can't say," he replied, his voice low and apologetic. "It's safer if you don't know."

The woman studied him for a moment, then nodded with a resigned sigh. "I understand. Sometimes it's better not to ask too many questions." She offered a reassuring smile. "You don't have to worry about anything tonight. You're safe here. What is your name by the way?"

He decided not to give her his real name. "Ren. Lie Ren."

"A pleasure," she nodded. "My name is Alli."

His shoulders relaxed slightly at her words. He glanced around the cozy cabin, noting its rustic charm. It felt like a sanctuary, a small piece of tranquility in the chaotic world he had just escaped.

About an hour later….

"Do you have a scroll?" he asked hopefully, thinking that perhaps he could call for help or alert his friends to his whereabouts.

She shook her head. "I'm afraid not. I don't have a scroll, and the landline hasn't worked in years. I prefer the solitude, away from the constant buzz of the outside world. I don't even have a car—I walk everywhere I need to go."

"And great! A Luddite passenger princess!" Jaune's heart sank a little at this news, but he tried to hide his disappointment. "Oh, I see. Thank you anyway."

She reached out, patting his hand gently. "You can spend the night here. Get some rest. In the morning, I'll guide you to the village. It's a bit of a walk, but we'll manage. You'll find help there."

Relief washed over him. "Thank you so much."

As the warmth from the fire began to seep into his bones, he realized just how exposed and vulnerable he felt in his current state. He hesitated for a moment, then turned to the woman with a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Do you happen to have any spare clothes I could borrow?" he asked, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

Alli paused, thinking for a moment. "I'm afraid I don't have any men's clothes," she admitted, her brows furrowing in thought. "But I do have a neutral nightgown that should fit you. It's not much, but it will be more comfortable than a blanket."

He felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank you, that would be perfect," he said gratefully. He was beyond caring about appearances at this point; he just needed something to cover himself and keep warm.

Alli nodded and disappeared into another room. She returned a few moments later with a simple, long nightgown made of soft fabric. "Here you go," she said, handing it to him. "It might not be what you're used to, but it should do for now."

He accepted the nightgown with a grateful smile. "Thank you so much," he said again, his sincerity clear in his voice.

"I'll turn my head, okay," said Alli.

"Yes, ma'am. Thanks." He stood up, the blanket slipping off his shoulders as he carefully pulled the nightgown over his head. It was loose and comfortable, providing a surprising amount of warmth and a much-needed sense of security.

"Have you eaten anything?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

Jaune shook his head. "No, I haven't eaten anything since... well, since before I ended up in the woods."

Alli frowned slightly. "You must be starving. Let me find something for you to eat." She gestured towards a comfortable-looking couch near the fireplace. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the couch while I see what I can rustle up?"

He nodded gratefully and made his way to the couch, sinking into the soft cushions. It felt heavenly after the rough night he'd endured. As he settled in, he noticed the small table in front of him, stacked with an assortment of books. With no television or electronics in sight, the books were clearly meant to provide entertainment and distraction.

He picked up a book, running his fingers over the cover. It was a novel, its pages slightly worn from use. Reading seemed like a good way to pass the time and take his mind off his recent ordeal. He opened it and began to read, letting the words transport him to another world.

"Hmm! This is the Love Ninja novel Blake has been raving about so much. Now I have a little time on my hands to read it before leaving tomorrow."

Meanwhile…

Ren stood frozen, a cold chill running down his spine as he stared at the open pages of Nora's notebook. The usually composed and diligent JNPR student felt an unsettling mix of emotions churn within him—fear, confusion, and an odd sense of violation.

There, meticulously glued to the pages, were countless photos of him. Candid shots of him in the classroom, during training sessions, walking through the corridors, and even during his rare moments of relaxation in the dormitory common room. Each image was accompanied by detailed notes in Norai's elegant handwriting, chronicling his class schedule, his daily routine, his likes and dislikes, his habits, and even his interactions with other students and teachers.

And even things that were considered private affairs.

Selfies of Nora masturbating over him as he slept in his bed, even photos of her sucking on his dick and riding on top of him like Sybian. How was he not aware of this? Thinking back, he knew there was something funky about those tea leaves. He just thought it was just an old batch — after all, they stole it from Blake's tea stash.

His heart pounded as he read through the entries. Some of the notes were mundane, like, "Ren eats lunch at 12:15 PM," while others were disturbingly intimate, "Rennie smiled today when he helped Yang with her training. He has such a kind heart." The dedication and passion in her words were unmistakable, almost reverent in their tone. "I wish that heart wasn't shown for the foul breath, big titty skank like her. She isn't worthy of being Nezu or Ozpin's dickcheese."

"What is this…?" Ren whispered to himself, his mind racing to process the implications of what he was seeing.

He flipped through more pages, each one reinforcing the growing unease within him. Sketches of him in various heroic poses, heartfelt confessions of admiration scribbled in the margins, and plans for future observations filled the remaining pages. It was clear that Nora had been watching him closely, far more closely than he had ever realized.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you to pay for the business that you mind?"

A noise from behind startled him, and he quickly snapped the notebook shut, his heart leaping to his throat. He turned to see Nora standing there, her expression a mix of shock and dread as she realized what he had discovered. Her eyes, usually so calm, were now wide with panic.

"Nora… I… I can explain," he stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, me, too." She shut her eyes, opened her head, and blew dust in his face.

Silence followed thereafter.

Back to Willow and the girls….

As Winter stepped out of her study, her scroll clasped tightly in her hand, she felt a surge of urgency. The information she had just received was crucial, perhaps even dangerous. With determination etched on her features, she made her way to the family's private quarters where her sister Weiss and their mother Willow were waiting.

Weiss, ever the impulsive one, was pacing back and forth, her expression tense with worry. Willow sat regally in her chair, her gaze thoughtful as she observed her daughters.

"Winter, what did you find out?" Weiss asked as soon as she spotted her elder sister entering the room.

Winter wasted no time in relaying the information. "Remember that reinforcement? Just got word that Jaune has been sighted."

Weiss's eyes widened with concern. "We have to go after him, now! Who knows what kind of danger he might be in? That idiot baka might be getting someone pregnant."

But Winter held up a hand, her voice calm but firm. "Weiss, I understand your concern, but rushing in blindly won't help anyone. Plus, would it be great for him to wake up with such a surprise?"

"Fine," she conceded reluctantly. "But we need to do something while we wait."

"Wait for what," interjected Willow as she brandished a glass of wine. "We get some rest, wake up in time, and then, boom!"

"You make it look so easy," retorted Weiss. "Jaune isn't stupid. Who knows what tricks he got up his sleeve."

Willow approached her daughter and playfully slapped her cheek. "Oh, sweetness. It's a wonder why you haven't gotten him."

Before setting off another war, Winter intervened. "Let's get some sleep. I'll be sure for Kline to get us up in the morning before going to see Jaune. After all, a lot of restraint will be necessary."

"I'm not going anywhere," responded Weiss as she got to the couch. "And I don't think any of us should. I don't trust you bitches for a second."

Winter clicked her tongue. "That's fine. I'll sleep with Mom and when Kline comes and gets us, we go to Jaune together. Simple!"

"Yeah…" Weiss rolled her eyes, still keeping her eyes on her mother.

Willow rolled her eyes as she finished her wine. It was getting late and sleep was of the essence.

To be continued….

BD: And yes, Alli is an anagram for you know who…hope her partner doesn't mind it. Stay tuned for more.