So... wow, there's already quite a lot of you here. I did not have an amazing amount to go off, but for the short time between Antic 1 (Team RWBY vs. Vending Machine) and this antic, there have been a lot more views than I was expecting. So, just wanted to briefly say thank you. Also, just want to briefly say I don't have an exact update schedule for this one, but I'm aiming for every 2-7 days because these aren't too long to write.

I say that as this one is longer because I really liked writing this hijink-y scene and that meant more random descriptions and conversations! Here we go~

Beacon's Biggest Blanket Fort

It all started with a single blanket.

It was a particularly chilly fall evening at Beacon Academy, and Ruby Rose had just finished training for the day. For the week actually, as classes had been cancelled for some reason that wasn't coming to Ruby's mind. She was tired, sore, and chilly, and that's when she had a fun little idea. She moved to the common area, carrying a red fleece blanket, and wrapped in that blanket were a handful of comic books and a bag of cookies. She pushed a few chairs together, draped the blanket over them, and settled in with the aforementioned comic book and bag of cookies. For a few minutes, it was just that—just peaceful and perfect.

"Hey, Rubes," Yang said, lifting the blanket edge to peer inside. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're not making a blanket fort without big sis Yang right?"

A single bead of sweat ran down Ruby's brow. "N-no, t-this is a mini-fort... y'know, like a blanket for, but for one... person?" Ruby said, trying to not sound guilty. How could she have not thought of inviting her sister? Or the rest of Team RWBY?!

"Yeah, no. The Rose-Xiao-Long family doesn't do mini-forts because mini-forts are for wet blankets." Ruby threw a cookie at Yang, but the brawler caught it in her mouth and ate it. "Never had a strawberry cookie before, but c'mooon sis. This fort needs two things: being bigger and me."

The reaper grinned. "Alright, maybe you're right. Let's make a proper fort!"

Yang did a fist pump and ran back towards their dorm. Meanwhile, Ruby started repositioning chairs and the large, rectangular dining table in preparation. She grunted as the table finally slid into place, and moments later Yang reappeared, her arms loaded with an absurd stack of quilts, blankets, pillows, and a lamp at the top.

"Raided Weiss' closet?"

"Raided Weiss' closet." Yang confirmed as she dumped the fabrics onto the ground. "She probably won't notice anyway."

Ruby shot her a look. "You're so dead when she finds out."

Soon, the single fleece blanket had expanded into a massive tent that took up half the common room. A quilt served as the roof, weighed down by the pillows that lined the walls and floors. There were holes in the structure, but that was to be expected with the varying shapes and sizes of the pillows. Ruby and Yang lay back in their masterpiece, basking in their fireplace (read: the single desk lamp they had stolen from Weiss).

Yang had her earphones in, bopping to music, and just as Ruby was delving into her comic books, Weiss burst into the common room. "Where is my desk lamp? I was just a- wait..." Weiss crouched down and stormed into the fort. "What is this?" she demanded.

Yang turned to the heiress and pulled a plug out of her ear. "Oi! Stop trespassing on our fort."

"This is a communal area, a-and," She pointed towards the lamp in the center, "You stole my lamp!"

Ruby waved dismissively toward the doorbell fixed to one of the pillowy walls. "Just ring the doorbell if you need something!"

Weiss scowled. "I am not ringing a doorbell to address blatant theft!"

"Then stop trespassing, trespasser." Ruby nonchalantly flipped the page.

Weiss cast a sharp look towards the sisters, but both were too absorbed in their relaxation to notice. She reluctantly turned to leave, planning to just use one of their lamps, but after a few paces, she huffed and pressed the bell. From the top of the fort, a cheerful jingle played, prompting Ruby and Yang to give a small cheer.

She made to grab the lamp, but patted the space beside her with an inviting smile. Weiss sighed, but something about Ruby's anticipant eyes and the frankly ridiculous display of quilts and chairs made her pause. They looked familiar... actually, the longer she looked, the cozier the walls and floors of the cabin begun to look. And, maybe it was a bit drafty. She picked up a plush pillow she had disturbed, and crawled inside, fighting the embarrassed blush.

"F-fine," she muttered, as she snuggled in the spot beside Ruby. "B-but I'm only doing this because it's cold!"

Yang turned to the camera and rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say Weiss-cream."

Weiss didn't want to chance the blonde seeing the blush, so she just adjusted a blanket and wrapped it around herself. The fabric was familiar, but she couldn't place from where. "This is acceptable... I suppose." She said, and turned towards the comic book that Ruby was reading. It wasn't her preferred genre, but Ruby had made such an effort to improve in her studies, so she forced herself to read alongside. And for a while, the trio just relaxed.

But Weiss started fidgeting.

She poked at a few blankets sagging in the middle, tugging them tighter. When she adjusted those, she disturbed a pillow wall, so she had to fix that, too. Then, fixing the pillows made half the roof droop, which, naturally, she couldn't ignore. And somehow, the blankets had started sagging again. Steam blasted from her ears."This is ridiculous."

With a sharp huff, she stood up, hands on her hips. "I'm not dealing with this," she muttered, before climbing out of the fort. Ruby gave her a half-hearted wave as she disappeared through the entrance.

Then, a suitcase flew into the room. Then another. Then another. Finally, Weiss made her reappearance, arms piled high with various items - duct tape, glue, a bunch of textbooks, a coil of thick rope, a tarp, a roll of plastic sheets, clotheslines, beanbags, and a wide array of nonsense that she dropped unceremoniously by the fort entrance.

"Alright, if we're going to do this right we're going to need proper supplies." Weiss commanded. "This... structure has several flaws, and needs to be brought up to code."

Ruby poked her head out of the entrance, "Up to code? Weiss, we're building a fort, not... wait, I guess forts would have codes too. Huh..."

While Ruby got lost in her comparison, Yang's head popped out, above hers. "You're really getting into this, huh? I thought you were just here for the warmth."

Weiss pressed a strip of tape along a drooping blanket with meticulous care, "This is for structural integrity, Yang. We can't have this entire thing crumbling at the slightest movement." She paused mid-tape to raise an eyebrow. "I can't quite enjoy the warmth when I'm being asphyxiated by falling blankets." She resumed. "Just a few improvements."

"I dunno, Weiss, looks like you're taking this fort thing a liiittle too seriously. I mean you have on a hard hat."

"To protect my head, of course."

"From... pillows?"

Weiss narrowed her eyes, trying to look as standoffish as possible, but was betrayed by the creeping blush on her cheeks. "...Yes."

"And the hand saw?"

Weiss fidgeted in place. "...Yes."

Ruby stepped out of the fort properly, immediately causing half of the structure to tumble. Weiss took the distraction and pointed at the mess with a triumphant smirk. "See? Exactly what I was saying!" She folded her arms, looking thoroughly vindicated.

Yang and Ruby exchanged a look, before they starting diving into the pile of stuff Weiss had provided them with. While the youngest girl was initially hesitant at making the fort bigger, she couldn't contain her excitement as possibilities blitzed through her brain. "We could have a full-on maze, oh and secret passages, and-and-and rooms and atowerandadrawbridge-"

Swirls took over Weiss eyes as she rapidly became unable to understand what Ruby said, so she latched onto what she had heard. "Secret passages? No, no, at least not until we make and reinforce the foundation. Start small, One thing at a time."

Ruby puffed her cheeks, disappointed but still too eager to stop. "Aww, fine."

Weiss wilted under Ruby's disappointed expression. "Alright, alright," she sighed opening the first suitcase and rummaging through it. She pulled out rolls of thick insulation followed by a set of heavy-duty foam mats. "Let's be efficient here. I'll reinforce the fort so it doesn't collapse and you can do... whatever you want. She pulled the second suitcase, and it was more of the same. "Use these however you'd like."

Yang glanced around. "Should we invite Blake to join? You know, gather the whole team?"

Weiss shook her head, waving her hand dismissively. "Ideally yes, but there's no point. We never know where she is half the time, and we'd be wasting precious construction time."

Weiss unzipped the final piece of luggage, and instead of the (un)usual assortment of materials, Blake lay inside, curled up comfortably, reading a book. The reader looked up and was seemingly unfazed by her unusual location. Blinking lazily, she took in the sight of the half crumpled fort behind her confused teammates.

"That does not look very structurally soun-"

The girl was cut of by a hard hat THUNK-ing onto her head. The heiress missed the death glare that Blake sent, but in her defense she was distracted with drawing out blueprints for the structural integrity framework. She only paused long enough to shove a filled clipboard of tasks and a pencil into the faunus' hands.

"Good eye, Blake," she said, as if Blake had volunteered. "You're on structural reinforcement duty!" She turned, and a radiant smile overtook her features. "Welcome to the team!"

Jaune was the first to stumble across the fortress-in-progress while heading back from his training session with Pyrrha. He saw the sprawling structure from a distance and briefly remembered seeing Ruby, then there was a gap in his memory, and when his memory returned he was inside the fort, holding blankets, and receiving orders from Weiss. He had no idea what was going on, but there was nothing scarier than a Weiss with a clipboard.

"Higher, Jaune. That's what keeps it stable."

He dared not argue, though he did mutter. "This whole thing would be way more secure if it was sewn together instead of duct taped."

Weiss heard that, and her eyes narrowed. "Sewn together?"

Jaune winced at the cold expression, so he hurried to explain. "D-duct tape works for quick fixes, but it's not durable? Malleable? It's not something."

"And how would you know that?"

"I used to have to help my mom fix my little sister's clothes." He smiled wistfully, clearly remembering the act. "I used duct tape for a while, but after they started complaining, I started sewing their clothes together."

Weiss looked at him for a beat, then slowly nodded. "I suppose that makes sense..." She reached for her nearby blueprint, unfurled it and started to make some changes. "Then, by all means, get to work."

"Wait, wha-"

Pyrrha showed up shortly after. She did not have to wander far before she took in the sight of the expanding blanket fortress. It had long outgrown the sizeable confines of the common room, and had already begun to overtake a few of the nearby hallways. Blankets draped high above her, forming an arching ceiling that left her with more than enough room to stand comfortably.

She stepped over the current entrance, and barely stifled a chuckle at the sight of Jaune - the six-foot-tall, fearsome warrior -seated cross-legged, meticulously sewing two blankets together as if his life depended on it.

Jaune looked up, and his face could rival tomatoes with its redness. "Don't tell anyone," he muttered embarrassed. He blinked, and then his eyes went wide as he whisper-spoke, "No, wait! Save yourself!"

But before Pyrrha could respond, a voice whispered in her ear. "Leaving so soon?"

Pyrrha's heart nearly leapt out of her chest. She spun around, only to find Blake dangling upside down from a rope with an evil smile plastered on her face. Instead Blake hooked a blanket underneath her arms and tugged her into the dark abyss above the fort.

Seven minutes later, Pyrrha Nikos - championship fighter of Mistral - was threading fairy lights besides her the sewing blonde. He gave her a consolatory pat on the back, "Welcome to fort slavery. Don't worry though, I'm sure Nora and Ren will come rescue us soon."

The words had barely left his mouth when Nora barreled through the front entrance, Ren trailing behind her with his usual calm demeanor.

They did not save Jaune and Pyrrha.

Instead, Nora launched herself toward Team RWBY, arms wide, and declared herself an official founding member of Fort Team. "Fort Team needs a queen!" she announced grandly, folding her arms with a confident grin. It took her all of five seconds to crown herself The Ruler of All That is Blanketed and Pillowy. There was minimal protest from the others (who were terrified of Nora), and after a brief, impromptu knighting ceremony, she brandished a scepter fashioned from a rolled-up pillowcase.

Her first order of 'queenly business' (her words) was to dispense appropriate nicknames. Ren took the title of Snack Keeper. Weiss, of course, was dubbed The Grand Architect. Ruby was named Master of Revels. Yang and Blake were assigned a combined nickname of Royal Flame and Shadow, and were now her personal guards. Titles assigned, Fort Team was officially born!

Oh, Jaune and Pyrrha? Under Nora's rule, they were fort slaves, on-call for blanket-fluffing, fort repairs, grape-feeding, and any other task their queen deemed necessary.

Before nightfall, Fort Team had expanded their base exponentially.

The blanket fort had rightfully earned the title of Blanket Fortress as it now spanned two common rooms, Team RWBY and JNPR's dorms, and five hallways. There was still plenty of room for Beacon students to pass by unimpeded, but they couldn't resist peeking in at the growing project. The Founding Room, the common room they had started in, was Nora's royal domain and currently the most decorated room. Her "throne" of stacked pillows was in the center, draped in blankets and it was where the girl slept, royal scepter in hand. Ren and Weiss also slept in the Founding Room, but in their respective areas.

In one corner, Ren's Snack Treasury showcased an impeccably organized display of chips, cookies, and other small treats, arranged with the care (and obsession) of a collector. Across the room, Weiss's Workshop occupied a tidy nook, overflowing with sketches and blueprints and it was where she pored over fort stability and yelled at Jaune when he said it was 'just some blankets'. The rest slept wherever they felt like it; their entire territory was comfortable enough.

Jaune and Pyrrha were awoken to the loud clang of pots and pans, followed by Nora's booming, "WAKE UP, SLAVES!"

Jaune squinted against the early light and reluctantly, he and Pyrrha rubbed sleep from their eyes as they stepped outside of the room and saw unfamiliar faces. Jaune pointed at them, "Hey, Nora," he began, but her eyes drew down dangerously. "M-my q-queen," he quickly corrected. "Who are they?"

She shot Jaune and Pyrrha a serious look and said, "These brave souls volunteered to help us expand Fort Team into the greatest stronghold Beacon has ever seen!" Nora continued, brandishing her pillowcase scepter. "Now, you've your morning rest break and daily conversation, so get to work!"

They scrambled to pick up their tools, and were headed to reinforce the eastern hallway (Weiss' orders) when they noticed more and people were filtering into the fort. By early noon, there had to be eight teams worth of first years (including RWBY and JNPR) occupying the fortress, and all were readily accepted as they brought more blankets and snacks.

And labor.

Unbeknownst to the founders, their fortress was actually the talk of the academy. Students passing by couldn't help but peek inside, and were either persuaded so well by Ruby that they volunteered their services on the spot or kidnapp-volunteered by Blake. With more people joining, there were more resources, more labor, more open rooms that were assimilated, and this meant that there was rapid growth and frequent downtime for everyone to enjoy the fort's simple comforts.

Except Jaune and Pyrrha.

Fort slavery was very cruel.

At some point, Team CRDL, who had been watching with a mix of amusement and disdain for some hour or so, finally confronted Fort Team. "This is the dumbest thing I've ever seen," Cardin sneered as he headlocked one of the most recent recruits. "What kind of loser wastes time on this junk?" He nodded to Dove who kicked a wall, causing a mini-chain reaction that ruined half the hallway.

Six seconds later, Yang noticed them. Six seconds later, they were officially enlisted as Fort Slaves - officially relieving Jaune and Pyrrha of their duties. Weiss used to moment to create a color-coded tag system for each pillow type - "foundational", "support," and "aesthetic," and she was very particular that the eight people that worked under her understood it.

By late afternoon, the Fort had consumed entirety of the floor. Ropes and blankets stretched across Beacon's hallways, creating small 'secret passageways' that allowed those who knew of them to avoid Royal Flame's watchful eye. Although since Shadow made most of the passageways, they were still caught.

The Fort had become a town in its own right. Below the passageways were blanket-lined streets that branched off into thousands of rooms and towers of varying shapes. They had also managed to create areas with a first and second floor while still maintaining several secret tunnels and avenues. The rapid influx of people, and the fairly similar color scheme caused frequent confusion for newcomers so Pyrrha, to avoid fort slavery, took it upon herself to create a map with the help of The Grand Architect and Shadow.

In fact, with more people, Fort Team's influence spread, and naturally, an improvised economy emerged. Ren had established the Snack Standard as a basic unit of currency, after noticing how much bartering was happening for food. Three bags of chips were worth one packet of cookies. One packet of cookies was worth a handful of gummy candies, and any of those could now buy you varying comforts of blankets or pillows to enhance your space within the Fort.

Not everyone was so productive. Ruby created missions for people to go on, giving out challenges like 'find the Beowolf plushie I hid in The Shadow's Archives (Blake's not-so-secret library)', 'steal a cookie from Weiss' Workshop' or 'steal a snack from Ren'. She then designed wanted posters for students who had stolen snacks from Ren and started plastering them on walls.

Still, the fort could not grow larger, so instead it grew more intricate, and the various rooms began to take on their own identities with their own unique signs and decorations. Some rooms were glam and girly, others were wrapped in black fabric and lit by moody candles, some only had one blanket to their name. And with each passing hour, things kept changing.

The Founding Room had undergone the most notable of these changes, as Ren's Snack Treasury and Weiss's Workshop had gained so much foot traffic that they had to be relocated to their own former dorm rooms. It was now The Queen's Room. Her throne had evolved to a towering, cushion-stacked seat, surrounded by blankets that draped like tapestries. The queen had also gained a crown of mismatched fabrics, adorned with bright, oversized buttons and sparkly ribbons.

It was here that the founders gathered as night fell. Around the towering throne, a loose circle of pillows and blankets had been arranged and each pillow had a member of the founding group sat atop. Nora's legs dangled lazily over the edge of her throne as she twirled her scepter absentmindedly. Staff rather, as her scepter had evolved into a strange looking thing made of two cushions, wrapped in rope and twine and topped with a glowing dust lantern.

In the center of the circle stood Weiss was stood in the center, reading from a clipboard. "... so I'll need some additional fabric if we're to prevent further erosion in that area. Also, someone ate the last of the cookies in my workshop, and I'd like to know who." She glanced at all the present faces, and ended on Ruby. The reaper looked away and whistled. "End report." She took her seat, sitting cross-legged in on her pillow.

Nora nodded her head, her crown bobbing. "It'd be super fun to keep score of who keeps stealing the snacks." She pointed the staff towards the reaper. "And you have the most points, congrats!" Nora applauded.

Ruby shot up, but she apparently found the floor very interesting as that's the only place she could look. "What? Noooo, I-I didn't steal anything." Realizing that wasn't a lie, she confidently locked eyes with the queen. "Yep! Wasn't me! But! I wanna talk about the snacks..." She leaned forward, rubbing her hands together eagerly. "So I was thinking we could do Snack Taxes!"

Ren, who had been quietly listening and munching on healthy kale chips, shook his head. "Ruby, we already have a working system that keeps everyone happy. Goods for snacks, snacks for goods, no taxes involved, and no taxes needed." He popped more of the snack currency into his mouth. "Honestly, it could help since my inventory keeps disappearing, but I don't think I could justify or sustain it."

Ruby did her best puppy dog eyes, but when Ren did not cave, she folded her arms and pouted. "Applesauce."

Yang pat her sister on the back, "Yeah, but to be fair Rubes you have been getting people to..." Ruby's eyes widened, as she started to madly shake her her and mouth 'no', but Yang couldn't stop herself, "...steal snacks from him."

Nora pulled a scoreboard from behind her staff, one that had the names of all the present members and put a two tally marks beside Ruby's name.

Ruby looked at her nonexistent watch. "Ohmygoshlookatthetimebye!" Ruby disappeared outside the room in a burst of petals.

And with more emotion than was expected, Ren chased after her yelling. "ECONOMIC COLLAPSE RUBY!"

Yang winked at the rest of the group, and carried on. "But it just hit me, and just hear me out. Beacon, but blanket-ified. We-" She turned to Nora and did a brief curtsy, "-I mean you, my Queen, could rule the whole school."

Weiss crossed her arms crossed, eyeing Yang with a skeptical look. "Beacon? As in... the entire school? You can't be serious. We've only gotten so far because this building is only first years, and they're far more immature." The irony of that statement missed Weiss.

It also missed Yang, who grinned widely clearly not deterred. "Oh, I'm serious. We could expand into the entire school, make it a blanket empire." She dodged the cushion Nora threw at her. "If we just keep going as we've been going we could take the rest of the wing and then BAM. Whole school. Plus, Beacon's been pretty dry on fun lately and who wouldn't want to live in an awesome fort?"

Weiss groaned, covering her face with one hand. She was silent for a few seconds before she groaned again, clearly considering the idea. "You... you might have a point," she eventually muttered.

Jaune looked as if his brain was short-circuiting. "Guys... this is a blanket fort. Guys," he repeated, his voice slowly rising. "There's an economy, we have slaves, and now we're talking about taking over the rest of the school. We're-We're talking about insanity here!" He looked at Pyrrha with a desperate, pleading expression. "Pyrrha, please tell me you're seeing this too."

Pyrrha opened her mouth, but closed it when the rest of the council looked at her. She thought up a response carefully, and eventually settled on a simple answer.

She shrugged.

"I'm just here for the snacks."

"Ah, Jaune my noble knight!" Nora laughed, teleporting beside the boy and clapping a hand on his shoulder. "So strong, so brave, and yet so clueless to the genius of this vision!" Her crown slipped slightly to the side as she pointed her staff in a random direction. "But fear not! Your queen is here to guide you!"

"What about the teachers?"

"Erp." Nora's confident expression slipped at the great question.

Blake, nose in book, answered for her. "Ozpin and Glynda left for an emergency council meeting. The rest just sort of disappeared, so that's why we have no classes for the week. Some fourth years are supposed to be in charge, but they don't seem to care."

Nora blinked, her confidence returning. "Well, that's a fortunate coincidence!" she said, grinning. Nora's excitement was infectious and soon the whole group exchanged excited words as the idea of further expansion the blanket fort empire took root.

Jaune threw his hands up in frustration. With a defeated sigh, he mumbled, "This is going to be a disaster."

Ozpin and Glynda were exhausted.

They had spent the last five days in meeting after meeting explaining plan after plan to the council, only to take a break, and then go into another meeting. They rested on the Bullhead, and were awoken by the pilot telling them that they had landed. They stepped off the Bullhead and-

"Where... where are we?" Glynda asked, her sharp eyes scanning the area, trying to make sense of the odd sight in front of them. Ozpin took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on. The sight did not change.

The students around them wore mismatched, colorful outfits, some with pillows tucked into their belts or carried like prized possessions, while others sported makeshift armor crafted from blankets and cushions. The once pristine concrete stone paths were overgrown with mismatched blankets and pillows, and trees had clotheslines strung between them that connected to lampposts and former buildings. 'Former' buildings as the once concrete construction were now obscured by piles of cushions and blankets.

A figure stepped into view, instantly grabbing their attention. Velvet Scarlatina, known for her modest outfit, dressed anything but. She wore a tunic made of soft, patchwork blankets, the edges embroidered with patterns resembling tiny, fluffy clouds. Her belt, made of braided blankets, held a little bunny plushy and instead of shoes, she wore soft slippers.

Her hair had grown longer since the last time they saw her, wrapping around her face with soft curls reaching back to the back of her knees. But most notably, she was taller. Maybe it was the way she confidently held herself, but she looked very different soft-spoken student they had seen a week ago.

"Squishomara fluffa Nora!" She said a sing-song voice. "Welcome to our humble abode! We've been expecting you, but it has been a while, since we've gotten visitors. Come! Come! You must meet The Grand Architect." She skipped ahead, literally.

Glynda raised an eyebrow, glancing at Ozpin, who gave a barely perceptible nod. This has to be a work of a powerful Huntsman with a mind control Semblance and a pillow fetish, he seemed to say. They needed to figure out what happened, and so they followed.

Along the way, they passed groups of students, all chatting excitedly as they lounged along the pillowy floor in various states. Some of the more perceptive ones notice the Headmaster and the Headmistress and waved to them as they passed. They walked for five minutes before they saw Cardin and Russel. They boys shoulders were slumped and their faces twisted in frustration as they lugged heavy pickaxes to some location.

"I swear, this is the worst shift ever," Cardin mumbled, picking at some black soot from his brow.

"Hear hear." Russel nodded his agreement.

Velvet winced, "No complaining!" The sing-song voice she had changed to something darker, and the expression she took on could have killed Grimm. "The kingdom requires you to dig, so go dig. If you wanna complain then go die you pillow destroying wastes of oxygen." She smiled, and the sing-song voice returned, "The Queen expect nothing less!"

The boys scurried off. Glynda and Ozpin exchanged a startled look, both unsure how to process what they had just witnessed. They didn't really get much time to, as Velvet started skipping onward and they followed her into a building - it was the first year building, but Oum knew what it was anymore.

It was immediately obvious to them that there were no doors, because there were no doors on any of what used to be first year dorms. The heads of the academy looked into rooms as they passed a mini-library, a room that was nothing but hammocks, a sick bay, a set of horse stables, a game room, a-

"Is that a nursery?" Glyna ask, doing her best to fight the rising headache.

"Yep! Yep!" Velvet responded, popping the P's for both.

"Why... is there a nursery... here," the woman asked through grit teeth.

Velvet looked at her as if she'd told her to eat grass. "Um, I'm not sure where else we'd put the children?"

"CHI-" Glynda was cut off by a sudden burst of giggles from behind the bunny faunus. Velvet spun around, her tunic fluttering as a group of children, no older than eight, came running past. They were wearing the standard pillowy tunics and dodging the pink pillows that another child was throwing at them. One of the children, a little girl with a messy bun and rabbit ears broke away from the group.

"Momma!" the girl squealed as she launched herself into Velvet's arms. Velvet caught her easily and lifted the child into the air and spun her around.

Glynda fainted.

"There's my little bun-bun!" Velvet grinned, hooking one arm beneath her daughter and brushing another stray lock of hair from her face. The little one giggled.

Ozpin did not know how to respond to this. He had seen many things in his millennia of existence, but never something as... impossible as this. "Um, Miss Scarlatina, how old is your daughter?"

Velvet smiled at the question. "Lila? She's nine. Why do you ask?"

"I encourage adoption, I believe every child deserves a home... but don't you think it's a bit foolhardy to take on a child while you are Beacon student?"

Velvet gave him the same half-confused, half disturbed look she gave Glynda moments ago. "Lila's my biological daughter and I've been raising her since she was born." She looked up thoughtfully, "I also don't think I should be a student of Beacon anymore since I'm turning thirty two in a few weeks."

Ozpin fainted.

Velvet pressed the doorbell, and entered once the soft "Come in" gave her permission.

Inside, Weiss Schnee sat by a large desk. The outfit she wore was far less formal than it used to be, instead it was a long, ornate robe made of an assortment of calming blue and purples fabrics and adorned with small, pillow-shaped accents around the hem. Like Velvet, she was also older, but there was barely any visible differences beside a few inches of height and slightly longer hair.

"Velvet," Weiss greeted warmly, a warm smile touching her lips. "Good work with the delegation. Did they react as expected?"

Velvet nodded, shifting her weight slightly, a mischievous smile playing at her lips. "They were very surprised, yes. They fainted when I mentioned Lila." She gave her daughter a playful nudge, making the girl giggle.

Weiss's hummed in satisfaction. "Fort time ages you differently, they had no way of knowing that, but it's still perfect. I suppose if they're already unconscious you could just bring them to the throne room." Velvet, and Lila, nodded. They started to leave when Weiss called out, "Oh! Since you're already here. Ren wanted your help finalizing the trade deal for Pillow Dust with Argus."

Velvet's eyes gleamed with excitement, but instead of speaking she curtsied and left the room.

When Ozpin and Glynda reawoke they found themselves in an enormous room draped in a surreal number of pillows and blankets.

Every surface, from the floor to the walls, was lined with soft, colorful fabrics and in the middle of the room was a throne-like structure made of cushions and varying types of pillows and blankets.

Nora sat atop said throne. And like the other girls she wore an elegant tunic made of blankets and was clearly older. Her features were more defined, and the presence she exuded felt as if she could crack the ground beneath her at any moment.

Oh, and on her head, unmistakable yet worn with casual pride, rested the Relic of Choice.

"Headmaster Ozpin. Headmistress Goodwitch." she greeted. She leaned forward slightly, fingers drumming along the armrests of the throne. "For years, as we at Fort Team subjugated what you once called Beacon, I thought how to preserve my kingdom. For a long time I considered many choices and," she tapped the crown on her head, "isn't it ironic that one choice was better than any of mine.

"Now. You stand before The Ruler of All That is Blanketed and Pillowy. And this Queen demands respect." She pointed towards the floor, her smile playful, but her words serious. "Bend the knee."

Glynda opened her mouth as if to argue, but Ozpin raised a hand to silence her. He looked back up at Nora with an arched brow, "Nora, this is… quite the display. You do realize we're not exactly your subjects."

"Oh, but here, you are." Nora countered, leaning back in her throne. "The rules have changed, Headmaster. Here, respect is everything, and their is no simpler sign of respect than bowing to the Queen."

Glynda's eyes narrowed, her expression turning from confusion to suspicion. "This... this isn't right," she muttered towards Ozpin. "This must be some sort of manipulation, a group of Semblances working in tandem." He nodded. She continued, louder for Nora to hear. "You can't just force us to bow."

Glynda reached for her riding crop, and as her fingers brushed it, a soft and dangerously accurate pillow flew through the air and collided with her face with a thud. She crumpled to the floor, out cold, without a single sound of protest. Ozpin stood, momentarily horrified, but then his shoulders sagged when he heard Glyna's loud, car engine-like snoring. She was only asleep.

With a sigh, Ozpin slowly dropped to one knee, his posture unwavering. "As you command, Your Majesty."

Nora gave a pleased hum. She turned and kicked her feet up on the armrests of her throne, her crown tilting slightly to the side. "World domination," she said with a carefree smile, "is sooo comfortable."

Today's Conclusion: Yang wants a bigger pillow fort, Weiss is a perfectionist, Nora is Nora, and when these events chain together it leads to Nora's global takeover.

Yeah, this one was twice the length of the other one because I really just wanted to describe, but then felt like the characters weren't talking enough, and then that felt like too many words, so yeah. But either ways, this chapter and last chapter should give you a general idea of how these stories are gonna be like, either joke after joke (last chapter) or just raw hijinks (this chapter).

I will say when I write these, I try to do them so you could imagine them in either regular RWBY or RWBY-Chibi style, and I feel that worked especially with the last one, but I'm curious if anyone could imagine it for this one. Lemme know if you did, and have a good day~