Cowboys of Remnant
A RWBY Fic 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.
Cowboys of Remnant: Old Fashioned
For Dragonslayer Week 2024, Yang tries a new approach to get Jaune's attention.
Yang was stalking back and forth in front of Blake in the otherwise empty RWBY dormroom. She growled and shook her fists in the air.
"UGGGGGGGHHH! What the hell am I doing wrong?! I am literally the hottest girl here! A blonde bombshell!"
Blake turned a page in her book, and slammed her fist down on the desk in anger.
"And yet he can't take a damn HINT!" Yang growled.
Blake turned another page as Yang continued her rant.
"What do I have to do, jump him while naked?!" She glared over at Blake. "Blake! Aren't you going to say anything?!"
"I'm not going to interrupt your rant," Blake said dryly. Yang pushed her book down. Blake scowled back.
"You've had a boyfriend!"
"And you don't want my experience, it won't help," Blake stated, pulling her book back up to her face. Yang pushed it back down.
"Well who else am I gonna go to? Professor Goodwitch?" Yang demanded.
Blake heaved a long sigh. She closed her book and thought about things.
"One, he's very conservative and old fashioned. Two, he probably doesn't want to be torn apart by all the other girls with an interest in him."
Yang slammed her fist into her palm confidently.
"We could take 'em!"
Blake raised an eyebrow.
"Including Pyrrha?"
Yang faltered, but got herself back together as she scowled.
"... Cross that bridge when we come to it. But seriously?! Is him asking me out on one date too much for him?!"
Blake hummed, holding her book to her chest as she considered things. In a moment, an idea flashed in her yellow eyes.
"You know... He's been out on the frontier. Probably ran into a lot of aggressive prostitutes trying to take advantage of a young, inexperienced boy. You should try something he'd feel more comfortable with."
Yang scowled at her… But her eyes were curious.
"Such as...?"
Blake wore a little smile.
Jaune woke up early, as he always did. He eased out of bed, taking care not to wake his friends up. He walked to the door, opened it, and made it to the common room. He could smell breakfast being cooked. He could hear Yang humming, and see part of her blonde hair.
"Good morning, Miss Xiao-Long. Thought I was supposed to cook-?"
He went around the kitchenette… And stopped cold. His jaw dropped. His cheeks went bright red at the sight.
"Good morning Sweetie!" Yang was in a yellow house dress... With an apron... And her hair up in a red bandanna. She beamed like the sun at the slack-jawed Jaune.
"Just sit right down, Jaune. Your food will be ready soon."
Coyly, she walked up and pushed his jaw closed. Her fingers lingered only for a moment, before she turned and went back to the stove.
"I-sure, Miss Xiao Long. I-I thought it was my turn to cook today?" He mumbled. "I-I mean uh, I-I said that…"
Yang looked back over her shoulder and tossed him a wink.
"I just decided I'd give you a break. Now sit down, I'll pour you some coffee."
Numbly, he sat down at the table. His eyes just wouldn't break contact from Yang.
"T-Thank you," he stuttered.
It wasn't like Jaune is sexist or anything, he's met plenty of ladies who fight just as well as the menfolk and he would never disrespect them. Hell, his mom was strong enough to smash a tractor flat with her fist. However…
Yang bustled back over with the pot, and bent over slightly to pour the coffee right into his waiting mug. He could see sweat sliding down her perfect neck into her dress…
He gulped.
"I uh… I-I 'preciate it Miss Xiao Long but I'm not one to shy away from honest work. Let me make it up to you."
Yang smiled sunnily at him.
"Oh? How would you do that?"
"I-I uh… I uh…"
She leaned in again, and reached out to rest her hand on his palm. The contact was electric as their Auras interacted. It was warm and his heart was beating a mile a minute.
Yang cutely reached up and adjusted a lock of her hair, putting it behind her ear. He couldn't remember seeing a woman look so beautiful before.
"Uh… Um… Wh-What… What would you… L-Like me to do?" He stuttered.
Yang's warm sunny smile gained the hunger of a dragon.
"Well-"
The doors to the RWBY and JNPR dorms slammed open, and the rest of the teams filed in. Ruby led her team, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Pyrrha led the other, yawning a bit while still in her pajamas.
Both groups stopped short and stared at the scene before them.
"Morn…Ing?" Ruby managed. "Yang, what are you wearing?"
Yang pulled back from Jaune, still smiling warmly.
"Oh, I just felt like a change," she said with a chuckle, "My little sister's growing up and I'm feeling like an empty nester!"
She walked up and hugged Ruby, which the smaller girl was extremely annoyed by.
"Yang! Cut it out! I'm not a kid anymore!" Ruby whined.
Pyrrha's gaze was fixed on Jaune, whose gaze was locked on Yang. She cleared her throat… Then cleared it again.
"Jaune?"
"Huh?" He started and looked over at Pyrrha. "Oh, uh, g-good morning Pyrrha! Nora! Ren!"
He looked over at RWBY, where Weiss was glaring death at Yang while Blake covered up her mouth to hide her smirk.
"G-Good morning Ruby! Weiss! Blake!"
"Good morning," Weiss said sourly, eyes narrowed at Yang, "How nice to see you looking almost respectable, Yang."
"Well," Yang tossed her hair back and smirked, "Jaune seems to like it. Don't you Jaune?"
Jaune felt like a lightning bolt was about to strike, given the female ire that seemed to electrify the air around him. Pyrrha's smile was utterly terrifying, as Weiss and Ruby's glares seemed ready to burn him alive. Yang's smirk was utterly unrepentant, and only grew worse when she saw his eyes were still locked onto her.
Ren looked like he was praying for Jaune's soon to be departed soul, while Nora had gotten popcorn from somewhere and was eating it messily.
Well… If I am to die, I'll die an honest man, he thought.
"Um… Y-Yes, I think you look very pretty," he said carefully.
"Aw, aren't you sweet?" Yang gushed, bustling back over to hug him. She made especially sure to press his face into her apron covered bosom. "Such a gentleman!"
The female ire only seemed to increase. Yet Jaune could not escape. Her warmth, her smile, and her domestic goddess nature were all a perfect trap.
"And don't worry about what I want," She murmured to him, "I'll definitely let you know~."
"Uh… Uh huh," Jaune managed a slow nod, all too aware of the miasma of feminine fury and wiles growing behind him.
And Blake being smug, but that was normal for her.