#smol beacon au

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU - Finding Oz

Felt like that very first scene needed expanding, so here it is.

Qrow flew… literally… through the devastation that Cinder had wrought on Beacon, heading for the vault. He wasn’t too late, he couldn’t be… he couldn’t lose Oz. Not like this, not when everybody had already lost so much. Yang was injured, Pyrrha Nikos was dead, and yet he’d only just be informed that Oz was… missing.

Missing, dammit. Not dead, he wasn’t allowed to be dead. The man he loved was meant to be bomb proof, indestructible. The thought that he’d fall so easily to someone like Cinder, of all people? One of Salem’s pawns?

And yet… and yet that would be exactly the damn fool decision Oz would make, wouldn’t it? His life for his students, he’d always told Qrow that was the way he wanted to go out. Protecting the youth, protecting the future. Yes, he’d come back… but it wouldn’t be Oz anymore, would it? He’d be filtered through whoever the next version was. There’d be no more quiet nights spent in Oz’s ridiculous sitting room, sipping whiskey and watching Oz consume those sugary beverages he adored so much. No more evenings spent under the stars while his lover told him all the names they’d had however many thousands of years ago Ozma had lived… or during the vast  gulf between then and now. One taloned foot clenched at the thought of just how lonely Oz must have been, however long this stupid war had consumed him already. The talons bit into his leg slightly, but Qrow was far too panicked to feel it. If he’d died, alone… if Qrow hadn’t been there to save him, to help? How could he claim that he loved him, if he hadn’t even been there for him as he died. From the scorched walls he was flying past, the rubble… it would have been many things, but never an easy death.

He wasn’t going to think about that. Not yet, not while there was still a chance that Oz was still alive. Magic could do a lot, after all. Maybe there really was time for one last miracle? For Oz, of course… not for Qrow. He hated his semblance, had tried to keep away as much as possible but what if it hadn’t been enough? What if his mere background presence had… had… no. No, Qrow had NOT killed Oz. That wasn’t the way things worked. If he was dead at all. Oz was a competent Huntsman, one of the very best, after all. This was hardly his first fight, he would be okay.

But then… Huntsmen fought Grimm, not each other. Human targets were rare enough to need entirely separate fighting styles. Oz was very old, or a part of him was, he had to have killed before. But. But Cinder Fall had been masquerading as a student and if his ridiculously perfect lover had one major flaw, it was his protective streak. She had been a student, had posed as a student… could Oz have bought himself to fight her at his full strength? He would have seen her as a child, she’d fought in the Vytal festival, for the Brother’s sake. Oz… could he hurt a child, or would he just have let her kill him?

The vault, by the time he made it there was a mess. The air stunk of burned hair and blood and some of the walls were collapsing into heaps of masonry. He glanced at the ceiling and swore as it bowed. Whatever… whoever… was down here might not have much time.

He started the search, hoping against every fibre of himself that he’d find Oz. Every instinct in him was screaming that it was hopeless, that this was a tomb, but he had to try at least. If nothing else, the next version of… him… would need his cane. Finally he spotted it, the scrollwork seemingly untouched by the devastation around it. He scooped it up, eyes still scanning and froze. There was a figure, curled up in a heap and surrounded by rubble, but as he watched, astounded, their chest moved with a breath. Then a second, could Oz somehow still be alive? He felt his heart race for an instant before it sank like a misaimed stone skipping on a river. Whoever this was, they were far too small to be Oz. His lover was six foot six and big with it, this figure was, well… tiny. Diminutive and child like, and… what was a child doing here, how could they have found their way into a situation like this? Oz would never have let… but no, there was no time to wonder.

Qrow snatched the child up, cradling them protectively in arms that were shaking from adrenaline. Most of the smell seemed to be coming from the kid, but he’d know more once they were both out in the light and he could take a good look at them. If Oz was still here… he’d run out of time to find the body. At least he had the cane, and this unexpected burden… blessing? From such a tragedy. As Oz would have implored him, ‘save the child.’ He just hoped that, somehow, the lift was still functional, there was no way he could carry the kid out of here as a bird.

Miracle on miracle, the lift seemed untouched. As it made its slow rise towards the surface, he glanced down at the child. The kid hadn’t stirred, a dead weight in his arms. At least they were breathing, which was something, but… were their arms meant to be that skinny? He wasn’t at all certain how old the kid was, but surely Yang and Ruby had had more muscles at however old this poor brat was? If so, if they were truly a civilian… had Salem bought them there, had that been why Oz had let her kill him. And he really would have had to have let her kill him, there was no other way she should ever have got the drop on him. But threatening a child, one she’d bought there for that very purpose? That seemed very Cinder like, from the little he’d seen of her. He clenched his teeth, gripping the kid harder as he did so. They still didn’t stir, whatever had been done to them seemed to have knocked them out pretty good. That was worrying, for more reasons than one. Hopefully someone could help once they got to the surface?

Dammit Oz, how long was this lift going to take? There was making an entrance, then there was overkill. This lift fell in the latter category at this point. He concentrated on the kid. Boy, girl? He wasn’t sure at this point, just glad that they were still breathing. As long as he was concentrating on that, he wouldn’t break down. He couldn’t, he couldn’t afford to. Not yet, not with what was looking like a child’s life on the line. They were so young though, far too young for Beacon. Where were their parents, had Cinder or… worse… Salem killed them when they snatched the poor kid up? It would certainly track, but…

One tiny hand seemed to shift slightly, reaching for something. With a pang, Qrow realised that they seemed to be reaching for the cane, but… surely he was imagining things? Oz had told him about the reincarnation process, what was likely to happen when he died. This wasn’t it, not in the least. Yet the child smelled of ashes and blood and he had found him very close to that cane. He’d been the only sign of life Qrow had spied down there, though his eyesight wasn’t as good in the dark. Was it possible? He spent a second, daring to hope, before dismissing the thought.

Qrow could never, ever hope to be that lucky. After all, it wasn’t in the cards for someone like him.

He squinted at the sudden glare as that damn lift finally came to a halt. At least they were out of the vault, the probably-a-tomb. Wherever Oz was, whoever he was now, he’d find him again. At least the child was safe.

He glanced down at the kid, only to blink in shock. They seemed to be dressed in clothing that was far too large for them, torn, bloodstained and badly burned. But what little was visible under the burn marks was a worryingly familiar shade of emerald. The child’s skin and hair were dirty and soot smeared, but just as pale as Oz’s were now he could see them in the light of day. Too pale, actually, though at least they were still breathing. If this was Oz, if they hadn’t just snatched a kid that looked similar and decided to torment the adult Ozpin with this kid who could have easily been their child, then what had happened? What could have gone so badly wrong that this could occur? What would happen, now, anyway? As it was, the boy was far too young to return any feelings that Qrow still felt for him. Oh, he loved Oz, he always would. But this child? No, he needed his protection but… what if they woke and their mind was as young as their body? What if he truly had lost Oz? Forever… what if his initial thought down in the vault was right and this wasn’t Oz at all. He scanned the surroundings, but although there was frantic activity in the distance, nobody seemed to have noticed him or his burden just yet. Could he risk handing maybe-Oz over to the medics, though? There didn’t seem to be anything too wrong with him that he could see, and as the surge of adrenaline left him, he could feel the kid’s aura tickling against his own.

It was strong, too strong to be coincidence. Familiar, too, though it was a painful thing to realise. This had to be Oz, it couldn’t be anyone else. But he hadn’t stirred, hadn’t woken. Was entirely vulnerable. Qrow ached to go and see to his nieces, but Oz needed him right now. He couldn’t leave the boy alone, if Salem found out that he was trapped like this… there was no telling what she’d do with the unconscious, too thin child Oz currently was.

Well, there was. He knew exactly what she’d do if she got her hands on the little boy. She’d torture him, make an example of him. Swallowing back sudden bile, he gripped the kid harder. Just hard enough for the clothing to shift slightly, revealing a half melted pin in the vague shape of a cross. Qrow let out a sob at the state of it, at the state Oz was in. How could they keep going, like this? What if he never woke up? What if he died, would Qrow be forced to watch as his heart shattered even further than it was already? What if this was actually a ten year old Oz, devoid of any memories, no longer the wizard? If he died, it might be possible after all. There was too much he didn’t know and for all the warnings, Oz had never mentioned anything even remotely similar to this.

Blinking down at the weakly twitching fingers, the only sign of life beyond the rise and fall of Oz’s chest, he placed the cane in the outstretched hand. Oz gripped it tightly enough that his knuckles went white, but some of the tension seemed to drain out of him. As his face relaxed, Qrow readjusted his guess as to age downwards. If he was eight, that might explain the size a bit better. But then, Oz had always been small until he suddenly wasn’t. There were very good reasons it was referred to as the growth spurt from hell, after all. He shook his head, glancing over at the medics again. They still hadn’t noticed, or if they had then they were choosing not to get too close to him. But then Qrow had rather a reputation, they had to know that even if he was injured he was unlikely to go to them willingly. Besides, they had far more important people to treat.

He couldn’t see Glynda, or any of the others from Beacon. That was good, to an extent. It meant that he’d have a chance to get Oz to safety, somewhere he could heal from whatever had happened down in the vault. Time to think of a plan of sorts, to get things sorted… to learn what had happened, if Oz even knew that, either. To prepare, if the worst should happen and he really was just a little boy now. Although, had he been, Qrow rather doubted the cane would have calmed him as much as he did. Where was the easiest safe house, though? Who could he trust to have Oz’s best interests in mind when he could not be there, and he would have to check in with Tai and the girls soon enough. Oh. Oh, yes, she was rather the obvious choice, wasn’t she? Besides, Mistral was the closest kingdom anyway, Salem’s probable next target. Hopefully she’d think Oz was dead, he was pretty certain Cinder would have thought that or she wouldn’t have left the body long enough for whatever had happened to happen. She would have just killed him again, or worse, presented him as an offering to Salem. Qrow shivered at that, Oz’s still form shifting slightly but not waking, not stirring.

Rise and fall, rise and fall. Watching him breathe seemed to take up most of Qrow’s attention at the moment, but he needed to get moving. He could wrap Oz in a blanket once they were far enough away from Beacon so as they wouldn’t be stopped. Hopefully anyone that saw him would assume Oz was an actual kid and Qrow his caregiver. In a twisted way, he was right now. And to think, the day had started off so well.

He managed to make it away from the aftermath of the fall of Beacon without being stopped of questioned. That was odd, considering the lack of luck that Qrow always carried with him like a miasma, but maybe something somewhere knew just how important this was? They might not be looking out for Qrow, but maybe they were looking out for Oz?

He glanced down at the kid again, taking in the familiar features in rather unfamiliar sizes. Maybe his first guess was right and he really was nearer ten, but either way he wasn’t anywhere near old enough to fight yet. He would still be at least three years too young for even one of the primary Huntsman’s academies, after all. Maybe they could stop him from fighting if and when it came to it? Probably a bad bet though, knowing Oz, but it was an amusing one none the less. Oz had always been the protector, but now? It was rather likely that he’d be the one being protected. Qrow couldn’t help the snort at the image that bought up, but as he lay him down to wrap him in a blanket, his eyes were very sad. What would happen, really, if Oz never woke up? He was breathing, true, but there was no telling what sort of damage could have been caused by whatever it was that had turned him into a kid. It was probably magic, [Qrow was one of the few people who had been privy to Oz’s semblance and this certainly wasn’t it] but that just raised more questions. If it was magic, was it even something that they could reverse? Should they? From the state of Oz’s suit, it was more than likely that he’d be gravely injured as an adult if not… worse than injured. Ah well, it was only a decade and Qrow could wait. He just hoped Oz would still love him, when the time came. If it was Oz, and, well, that remained to be seen.

At least the person he was counting on knew he was coming. If it turned out Oz really was just a kid now, then that would be as safe a place as any for him to be raised, it wasn’t that likely Salem would really go looking as long as she thought he was dead after all. Qrow felt like the weight of Remnant was crushing him at the thought, though. If they’d lost the wizard, if Oz woke as a child and nothing more and the wizard never reincarnated… then they’d lost. Salem would run unchecked with nobody to counter her. So few people even knew about her to start with, how would they ever get them to believe that she was real? And without Oz, they’d have to. Without Oz, it was hopeless. They weren’t even certain where all the maidens were, and one of them was Cinder of all people… and Cinder was on Salem’s side.

Maybe their powers would vanish if the wizard died? Qrow was trying not to think about it, but the worst possible situations usually happened around him. After all, what was his semblance if not a curse to himself and those around him? Dooming Remnant, though? That would be a new low, even for him. Maybe Oz really should never have trusted him, never kept him around. If the worst happened, then the Tribe was right.

He swiped away the tears, angrily, watching Oz as he slept. It was getting dark, Qrow really needed rest himself, but Oz was too vulnerable to leave. Oh, Qrow could deal with any Grimm that popped up, he could really do with something to hit right now, but that wasn’t the point. Oz was never still when he slept, not really. That this sleep was too deep even for his normal nightmares… was that a good thing, or a bad thing? Could anything about this particular situation be viewed as anything bar a disaster? But no, Oz was still alive, even if he was a kid right now. He’d wake up, he’d be Oz, everything would be as okay as they could make it. Or at least as okay as anything really could be under the circumstances, weird though they very much were.

Qrow pulled a face, even as he got out his bedroll, positioning it so as to be between Oz and anything that might want to attack, trusting the fire to act as a sufficient barrier on the other side. He did need to rest, even though he knew he wouldn’t actually sleep.

They still had a long way to go to reach Mistral and safety, after all.

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

Have you thought about doing an Amazon au where all the girls are bigger than jaune.

In honestly no to the amazon but yes to the girl cast being larger then him, it the Smol Arc AU were Jaune is somewhere around 4 feet.

The irony being that this Jaune is actually initially WAY STRONGER then canon Jaune just becuase of how his height effected his life.

Basically regular Jaune didn't have to put in a lot of effort to pick up Crocea Mors and it's shield. He did train himself to use them to the best of his ability but still...

Smol Jaune on the other hand had problems even two handing Crocea Mors so he worked himself out like Asta dreaming of wielding it one-handedly and using the shield too.

Another big difference would be that he is bullied WAY more when he was lit-Young... And when every fight is a David vs Goliath you have to work your ass off to be strong enough to win.

So by the time Jaune gets to Beacon he is a buff lil potatoes with a height complex worse then Edward Elric and a build like Asta.

[arc-misadventures]

Smol Arc: Blake convinces Jaune to meet her mother since her teammates already has and she wants him to also meet her since he is important to her. He goes to be nice but unfortunately in their first meeting he doesn't see where he is going and bumps face first into the OG Bellabooty. It will be am embarrassing moment for him but an enlightened one for Kali who likes it.

Euphoria

Smol AU

Blake: So, what do you think of, Menagerie, Jaune?

Jaune: A bit humid for my liking, but it is quite pleasant.

Blake: Good, I was worried you wouldn’t like it; I didn’t want your vacation to be ruined because you couldn’t handle the weather.

Jaune: Well if it become too unbearable I’ll just throw myself in the sea.

Blake: I know much better places you can go to have a good swim, Jaune; I’ll show them to you after we’ve settled down.

Jaune: You swim?

Blake: I love swimming! Wait, do you think I didn’t like swimming?

Jaune: I do not judge a faunas to take upon their animal counterparts personally just because they have matching ears, and what not. With you however I must beg the question.

Blake: What?! What makes you think that?!

Jaune: Your love for fish, and milk. Your habit of sitting in boxes. How easily you can be distracted by red laser dotes, and you fear of dogs. How am I supposed not to judge you by cat stereotypes when you have proven to me several times over that they are true.

Blake: …

Blake: Shut up.

Jaune: Point fo… Ophh?!

Jaune: Bhaa?! What was… Oh no… I did it again…

Blake: Mom! Are you okay?!

Jaune: And, it was your mother too… Well shit, I’m dead…

Kali: Blake? Oh, Blake my sweetie you’re home! Mmm~! How are you? How’s Beacon?

Blake: I’m fine, but are you okay, mom? Jaune did just… Rear end you…

Kali: Jaune, oh, I didn’t see you there! Are you okay, little boy?

Jaune: I am eighteen years old ma’am, I am just short for my age, and gender. But, are you alright, I did just… bump into you.

Kali: Oh! You must be, Jaune Arc! My daughter has rold me a lot about you. And, don’t worry; she’s said nothing but the best about you~!

Jaune: That does worry me… But, are you okay, Ms. Belladonna?

Kali: Oh, I’m fine, it was nothing more than a little bump. And, please call me, Kali~!

Jaune: very well then, Kali.

Kali: Good, now then, you must be tired, lets get home, and I’ll start dinner: Alright?

Jaune: That sounds lovely. Let’s be off then, I want to change into something more accommodating to this climate.

Blake: Mom?

Kali: Yes dear?

Blake: How did feel?

Kali: How did what feel like?

Blake: Jaune face in your ass? How did it feel?!

Kali: Oh that! Well, it felt like…

~~~

Kali at the moment of impact:

~~~

Kali: Something like that.

Blake: That’s what I felt too! It feels so amazing!

Kali: I can see why you like him so much, that little gentleman does something to a woman~!

Blake: I know! And, since it’s just the two of us, nothing will getting in our way for having some fun with him~!

Kali: Fun hmmm~? Blake?

Blake: Yes mom?

Kali: We’re going swimming tomorrow; And, when we do, make sure to wear something that can… slip off~!

Blake: Yes mom!

Kali: Oh we’re going to have some fun~!

[tumblerosestudios]

fuck it it's 4 in the morning fnaf swap AU for the soul because I've lost control of my life;

Henry Emily was once a normal inventor making children's animatronics with his Business partner William Afton as they created Puppet's Pizza Diner, however one day tragedy struck, when his daughter Charlotte bot a bit too close to the "Big Clown Lady" and got her ass BIT, this left her in a coma and on death's door with her father promising one thing "I will put you back together".

William tried comforting Henry as his friend was hurting but Henry snapped "You don't know what it's like, to lose your daughter, to have one of the metal nightmares we create to be around children kill one of your own, you just don't get it!" He cried, however there was a thought in the back of his head, finishing that sentence for him. but you will...

a few days later Henry presents his greatest creation, a security animatronic to "protect and save children" a Golden Bear.

they installed the new Puppet Patented Security Beacon Bear, except there's one small thing Henry forgot to mention to everyone, this animatronic wasn't built to protect children, it was built to lure and kidnap children, which Henry took to the back room, killing them in a white masked, smiling Puppet suit, and stuffing their bodies full of electronics to try and revive them, it would never work, he did this 5 times, they never worked, they would rot and decay, stinking up the place, so Henry Repurposed them into a new band, of white & Pink Metallic Robots, Foxy, Freddy, Bon-bon, and Chica. they were gonna have such a fun time!

Okay so if that little blurb didn't make it clear here's the rundown:

Henry is swapped with William, using a springlock Puppet suit to lure and kill kids, we'll call him Marionetrap for consistency

Charlotte is swapped with Elizabeth and/or CC, and now possesses Springlock Baby

The Original Band and the MCI are replaced with the Funtimes

CC will eventually be killed and become The Beacon Bear (basically the Puppet in this AU)

to go way far into the future Vannessa and Gregory switch around, so instead of Child Gregory, Vanny and Vannessa you have smol Vannessa, Dr. Rabbit and Gregory (if you get this I am kissing you on the mouth)

anyway it's damn near 5 am and I have shit to do tomorrow so I'll end this post here, feel free to send me asks and help me work out more ideas for this AU

[justatinybunwriting]

Playing With Fire 1

Doing a word prompt challenge that littleLorraine over at Deviantart and @gtypewriter cooked up! This is where I mix and match the selected words to create a continuing storyline! I figured for this it'd be a great time to visit The Witch and the Raven AU again! Haven't seen these guys since The Fugitive x3 This story takes place roughly one year after that one.

content warnings: fearplay, mentions of war crimes, discussions of eating smols

Chapter one: Torch

The deepest part of the enchanted forest was no place for the most fearless of men, much less that of a humble one. But here was Reginald, who had fought his quivering nerves to ride atop an elderly horse far into the wretched canopies. Aside from his steed, he was alone. Yet he embarked on what most considered a fool's errand, with the terrifying stories that surrounded this place clear in the back of his mind.

Just as the legends proclaimed, the woods were cloaked in perpetual darkness as far as the eyes could see. He knew not if it was noonday nor midnight, not that he had time to worry for such trivialities. Had it not been for the peculiar light that flickered atop the wooden stave he carried, Reginald would have been unable to discern his own hand in front of his face, let alone his environment through the thick brush.

With the flame as his guide, the young man slowly advanced forward, careful to not make even the slightest disturbance. His efforts were for naught however, for as essential as his light source was it made him stand out like a beacon. All manner of eyes would likely draw attention to it, from woodland creatures and perhaps more frighteningly, the beings that were said to haunt these lands. And no matter how hard he tried to shake off that thought, the young man couldn't help but feel that he was being hounded by something, somewhere unseen.

A sudden burst of wind whipped up, which sent a chill that crawled up Reginald's neck. This could have been just any old cold snap, but to the young traveler the timing seemed a tad too uncanny to his liking. As an unrelenting panic seeped in, his mind began to wander into sinister places.

Why am I even here?!! Reginald screamed in his head. Why the hell did I think this was such a good idea?! What's so important that I would risk everything to come to this wicked place? No man had ever made it out of here alive- why would things be any different now!?

As he shifted through his pocket with his free hand in a turbulent fit, the brunette pulled out a cloth of a simple beige hue, embellished with art of delicate flowers. A small reminder.. one that immediately took effect to quell the storms in his head.

I... can't go back on my word. Not after I've come this far... I made a promise... even if it takes me to the ends of the world, I will--

At that exact moment the old stallion reared up on its hind legs and cried out a long and fearful bray. Reginald slid down unceremoniously onto the gravel beneath him, just as his mount had taken off to who knows where. The young man fought through his aches and pulled himself up slowly, as he desperately reached for his torch which had fallen onto the foliage. Miraculously it's flame remained in tact, and for whatever reason it seemingly refused to scorch any growth in its path. Reginald could not help but stare dumbfounded as he pulled up the fire in front of his face. A costly mistake, for he had let down his guard for a minute too long.

A loud snap of a branch was his first sign. Reginald instantly whipped his head towards the source, but failed to see the culprit before he was immediately knocked back down. Before he knew it, he felt like he was tossed afar and caught again, and his entire world began to spin. He came too in brief moments but would fall back into disorientation before long, only understanding with certainty that he could no longer feel the ground beneath his shoes. All the young traveler could do before he blacked out completely was accept that he was at the mercy of whatever had taken hold.

****

Goro swooped into the corridors of his home base, relieved to finally be able to tuck in his wings. As he waddled inside, the Beta Wile was careful to not leave a single graze on the prize he had obtained during his excursion. He would not be alone for long however, for his presence quickly caught the attention of another member of the flock. Harutaka looked down at the fellow bird's talons with a glint in his eye. He then leaned close and craned his neck around Goro's own.

"Care to share with a peer?"

Goro remained unfazed. "I don't believe our master would be pleased to learn that one of the flock has eaten from what belongs to him. The smell of human can't easily be hidden."

"They always say you were the master's pet." Harutaka grumbled.

"Would you volunteer to be gorged instead?"

That was enough to keep the other Beta Wile from saying any more on the matter. Without further delay, Goro traversed through the winding tunnels until at last he had reached the cave's very core. The heart of the Tengu Wile's homebase was massive- a luminous cavern wide enough to house a multitude of said giants. Yet only one was present, though it was difficult to tell as his form melted into the darkness that surrounded him. It was in this precise moment when the human in Goro's clutches finally stirred.

"Master Rikuo." Goro lowered his head.

"Ohhh? What's this?" Said a haunting voice that bellowed from within the shadows. "A human? How delightful!! I haven't had one in months!"

Reginald's eyelids flung open the very moment the Alpha Wile stepped into the dim light, as the it's massive stature overtook the young man's entire view. This was his greatest fear manifested, spoken in tongues as the titan with jet black wings, part bird, part man. He and his flock were responsible for the deaths of many among the strongest battalions this side of the country. And here he stood just mere feet away from the young man's minuscule body. The monster's eyes showed clear signs that he had the eagerness to strike and he desperately wanted to hurry things along.

"Wait." Goro exclaimed as he surprisingly held back the human, obscuring him slightly from the Alpha's sight. The Beta Wile then presented the torch with his wing claw, which envoked a head tilt from the much larger Wile Giant. A couple of seconds later, the Alpha puffed up his neck feathers, and his eyes narrowed to a sharper slit than he had prior.

"Where did you find this?" The Alpha spoke, his voice sent ice down the human's back.

"The human was holding it." Goro replied.

The master Wile loomed over them, which was the unspoken signal for the Beta to set the human down on the cave floor. Reginald's heart pounded relentlessly, but he was too panic-stricken to make an attempt at escape. Sensing the human's fear, the monster couldn't help but give out a smile. In turn he deliberately showed off his dreadfully sharp fangs at every opportunity, delighting at every squeak he could get out of the tiny man.

"So... You came to our forest with a magic flame that you had no right to possess. Tell me human, how did you obtain it?"

Petrified beyond reason, Reginald remained in his shivering position. Which prompted the Alpha to raise his voice.

"ANSWER ME!!!"

The human's ears rung in pain, and from his inner turmoil he finally spoke.

"A wizard gifted it to me! He said it would protect me from creatures like... like..."

"Like us?" The Alpha Wile crooned. "An unlikely story! No mere magician would be have control over something so powerful. And it would have been severely irresponsible to hand it to the likes of someone like you." The giant's head lowered ever so closer to the man's quivering body. "Did anyone ever tell you that causing trouble in these woods with such uncontrollable magic would get you killed, small one? Not that such advice would do you any good now.... What was your purpose, hm? Fame? Fortune?"

"NO!!" Reginald stammered as hard as he could. There was no way he could fight off tears at this point. "I was just passing through! I had no intention to cause any problems! Please!! You gotta believe me!!"

With that, the Alpha Wile grew silent for a few seconds, although it was merely a fluke. The monster bird then crashed his clawed hand right next to the tiny human, which caused the latter to hyperventilate ceaselessly. Years of anger seeped out like smoke from the giant's throat.

"I have been told such lies countless times! After being stabbed in the back repeatedly and losing my men to your soldiers, you suspect that I would feel differently now?!"

The Alpha calmed down after that statement, as his voice slowed to a deep, intimidating crawl. "How bold of you to believe that I could be thwarted so easily with mere trickery. Unfortunately for you..."

The monster bird's teeth were mere inches away, and he made sure his catch could feel every last breath. Rikuo whispered darkly, cracks of an animalistic rumble could be heard between each sentence. "I can't just let you leave with you knowing everything you do. An army isn't something I need to deal with later. No...." he bellowed. "I need to make sure you won't ever. Say...Another...Word..."

But just before he was ready to open his mouth to make the fatal blow, all of a sudden, the Alpha Wile was interrupted by thunderous explosions that echoed from within the tunnel walls. During his interrogation, the apex predator failed to notice the commotion that had quickly advanced towards their location. He looked up to see that Goro was readily fending off the whirlwind-like menace on his own, but she ultimately proved too much for the Beta Wile to handle.

"I can't let you in here! Master Rikuo is very busy--"

"GET OUT OF MY WAY OR ELSE!!" Shrieked a high pitched voice.

"OK!!" Goro staggered as he cleared the path.

Almost immediately after, a barrage of magical blue fireballs erupted from the entrance which continuously bombarded the Alpha Wile square on his face, neck and wings. The giant reared back and let out a horrendous shrill. Although the flames disappeared on impact and left no lasting scars, it felt like the equivalent to getting stung by a swarm of fire bugs. And the attacks were merciless enough that it forced the mighty master of the Tengu Wiles to back off into a corner. A small blur then dashed into the scene and stood in front of the still cowering human. It was clear as day that this infuriated the Alpha Wile to no end.

"Jaaaaaaac..." The bird rumbled.

The much smaller woman looked up at the mountainous fiend with a fearless and defiant grin. The sparks of blue flames still shimmered above her fingertips, just waiting to be flung again.

"You've been a bad, bad, bad, bad bird, Richard." She spoke with unwavering confidence.

"Don't call me that!" The Alpha Wile growled. "I'll have you know, that human would have burned the forest down if we hadn't intervened! It's only right that he should be punished for his deeds."

"He hasn't done anything! And you likely wouldn't have given him a fair trial!" Jac shouted. "Besides, you and I both know that you're just using that as an excuse to eat him."

The Alpha Wile then let out a bone curdling hiss, which prompted Jac to give out a loud hiss in return. Reginald in the meantime was finally able to look up at his savior, though the sight of her did not alleviate his fears at the slightest. She wore a smoldering hood and ebony colored shoulder pads which ended in a long cape that flowed in the breeze. The rest of her attire was in tatters and she showed a startling amount of skin on her legs and stomach.

"Y-y-you're a witch!!" He shouted.

"How'd you guess?" Jac hummed. Sensing the man's continued apprehension, she tutted. "You got a problem with that? Look, it's either going to be that guy or me. Take your pick."

Seeing the cards that were dealt, Reginald felt as though he needed to stick with the lesser of the two threats. Either instant death or a slow one. He'll take his chances on the latter if it meant he'd have an opportunity to get away any day.

"Thought so." Jac smirked. "I wasn't going to let you choose anyway!"

At that very moment, the witch threw a fist on the ground, which caused a five star banded circle to magically appear beneath the human's feet. Rikuo's eyes shot daggers knowingly at Jac before he charged towards Reginald like a rampaging bull. With his enormous size, the Alpha Wile would be able to reach their spot in a matter of seconds, but despite his efforts he was no match for Jac's quick recitation. Being the fastest spell caster in all the land did have its perks, even if she wasn't the best at it.

A star mark appeared on Reginald's forehead, alongside Jac's. The magic engraved flashed a bright crimson light before it disappeared beneath their skins. The monster bird screeched to a halt, his eyes red with fumes. He reared up on his hind talons, showing off his grand size in a final show of desperation. But in the end, there was nothing he could do from that point on.

"There! He's magic now!!" Jac yelled as she stuck her tongue out. "You can't do shit!!" The young witch then gave out a cackle befitting of her title.

The Wile giant lowered his head and leered at the woman, which only got her to sneer right back at him. "What are you gonna do about it, Richard?" Jac said in a sing song way. "You'd have to destroy me to get to him now."

Richard could only give out a light grumble in response, which prompted Jac to give him a pat on the nose.

"Atta boy." Jac mewed. She made sure to rub it in for a couple of minutes before the giant decided that he had enough.

Defeated, the monster bird refused to speak another word as backed up into the shadows that his feathers blended into well. Jac then turned to Goro who had witnessed it all unfold from a safe distance. His head dipped slightly into his shoulders.

"I need to take this fella to the ends of the forest." The witch said. "Care to give us a lift?"

Goro normally wouldn't think twice about heeding Jac's request, but the Beta Wile was nonetheless hesitant. With the master retreated to his roost however, he relented shortly afterwards. As the just as imposing bird lowered his body, Reginald was understandably shaking by his knees. With a little bit of magic to power up her palm, all it took was for Jac to shove the man forward to get him to land on the bed of feathers. She stepped on with practiced ease, as a magic rein appeared before her hands and wrapped around the monster bird's neck. Goro then carried them through the corridors, first on foot and then by wing. Despite his size, their flight would still be a long one that stretched for many hours. Which had given Reginald plenty of time to calm down somewhat and think about what in the world just happened.

****

The crimson mark sparked brightly as Jac put her fingertips on his scalp. The witch then clinched her hand in a tight fist, and in that instance the mark had vanished. She then let out a tired sigh and smiled.

"Okay! The pact has been removed. You're free now." She said.

"W-what??"

Reginald was outspoken by this point after the initial shock had mellowed down. "What exactly did you do to me back there?!"

"I gave you a witches contract." Jac replied plainly.

"You signed me up for a deal with the devil?!!" Reginald hollered. That got Jac a little vexed but all she could do was roll her eyes.

"First of all, I don't deal with devils. Second, that was the only way I could get you away from Richard safely. As long as we were linked that way, if you feel pain, I do too. And of course the other way around. But now that you're leaving the forest, you won't be needing it anymore."

Reginald was at a loss for words, but as the minute rolled on he was able to find them again. "S-sorry...for accusing you of... that. And uh, thank you... for saving me."

"Ehh, it ain't nothing. I knew straight away that you weren't some kind of hooligan out for blood or anything. If it's one thing I trust, it's that of a horse's mouth."

"Wait... huh?"

Soon, just as the crack of dawn had lit up the sky, they had reached a clearing with fields of grass that stretched far beyond the horizon. It was there when Reginald spotted a familiar creature, the very horse he thought he would never see again.

"He ran up to me and sought for my help." Jac explained, as she gave the steed a light pat on the chin. "I figured out right away what happened to you from there."

"He... spoke?"

"Nah! Just intuition. Though I heard witches can do that with some animals, it's beyond what I'm capable of with my current skill."

"I... see."

"Well, you're out of the woods now. Quite literally in fact." Jac chuckled. "I have to ask though, what made you come all the way to a place like this? There has to be some reason why you didn't take the long road around."

"Y-yeah.." Reginald was hesitant, but after a few gulps he fought off his nerves to pull out the cloth from his pocket.

"I... heard of an elf that goes by the name of Jillian."

Jac's eyes opened wide upon hearing that name. The traveler then continued. "I made a promise to someone that I would find and seek out her help. And rumors said that she would visit this very forest."

Jac's mood lowered. "She used to live here, many moon cycles ago. But she left suddenly, and I have no idea of her whereabouts." The witch grew silent for a moment for her old friend and tutor, before she shrugged off the unhappy thoughts the best she could. She then raised her hand on Reginald's shoulder.

"I wish you the best of luck on your journey. I hope you'll find what you are looking for soon."

"Thanks."

As Reginald walked away on horseback, he waved goodbye to Jac. Thankful to be alive, he would continue to keep her in his thoughts from that point forward. Despite this, the witch gave out one last warning before she disappeared into the covers of the trees she called home.

"Don't come back, all right? I can't promise I'll protect you twice!"

"I don't plan to!" Reginald said from afar.

Next chapter>>

[beaconfantasies]

I don't know if I can ask about this, so I'm sorry if you don't take ask at the moment.

Honestly after all these shortstack stories between NaughtyWeiss and you, I wanted to ask you if you could write something between Jaune and Smol Ruby.

After losing a bet against Jaune, Smol Ruby is owned by Jaune for a full month, so Jaune takes her as his personal cumdump. At first Ruby refuses to pleasure, but as time goes by she finally breaks down knowing that she will not be able to go back to being who she was before.

I would like to see your interpretation of how little by little, smol Ruby is succumbing to pleasure.

Ruby didn't want to admit it, but she was growing to love this.

Jaune had beaten her in that stupid bet and now she was his sex toy for a whole month. Each day she woke up to him stuffing her face with his meat, giving her a breakfast of hot cum. Then they take a shower together where Jaune used her to wash every inch of his body with her soapy breasts. After that, he would put his cock balls-deep inside her and wear her like a fleshlight as he went to class. Ruby was just his toy now, and there was nothing she could do about it.

In the afternoon, he put her in some dog ears and a special tail buttplug. He'd have her strip off all her clothes and strutted her around, naked on a leash like she was his dog, walking around Beacon for anyone to gawk at. Then at night, they'd fuck till Jaune grew tired enough and fell asleep on top of her. Rinse and repeat for the rest of the month.

But slowly, Ruby began to feel something in her. She had always had a crush on Jaune and was shocked to find out he was such a perverted guy. But the way he paraded her around, showing her off like a trophy to everyone, it made Ruby feel...special.

One night, about halfway through the month, as Jaune was locked in a tight mating press, he grunted out that he loved her. That he wanted her to be his woman forever. It may have been said in the heat of the moment, but Ruby wasn't so sure. It had made her feel so happy to hear that, she nearly kissed him.

The following morning, Jaune awoke to a pleasant feeling between his legs. Looking down, he saw the cute head of Ruby Rose bobbing up and down on his cock. Her pretty silver eyes stared at him lovingly. Pulling off his cock for just a moment, she purred

"Good morning, master~"

[mrrayneysstuff]

Glynda: J-Jaune, I have to go, my next class ... starts in ... f-five m-minutes!

Jaune: I-I know, just one more time ... please.

Glynda: Y-You said the same thing two hours ago!

Jaune: I can't help it, you are so beautiful that I don't want to let you go!

Glynda: S-Stop saying things like that please!

[aravas-writing]

Team RASN AU: RASN was used to shenanigans and madness, being the cause of some themselves. However watching it occur on a massive scale from the sidelines? While novel they didn't know how to feel about it other than not wanting to get involved. Weiss hesitantly suggests they drink something while watching it play out. What do they see as they sip their drinks?

This time around, Jaune was neither involved nor bothered with intervening in what was happening.

Ruby Rose had declared war upon the Beacon cafeteria for serving her the greatest abomination of all.

Sugar-free oatmeal raisin cookies.

The smol girl commanded an army of her brethren and sistren united on their disgust of the cardboard-ass "pastry".

Their enemies? The health nuts of Beacon.

Both sides fought hard with what they had and could procure. Dramatic speeches were given as it was all treated like the fight for Remnants soul.

Nope, just bad cookies.

And yet, none of the bystanders could avert their eyes.

[secret-engima]

Wolfcury Thoughts

WHO WANTS TO HEAR MORE ABOUT MY RWBY GREMLIN BUNNIES. NO ONE?

TOO BAD

-Mercury does figure out how to transform out of wolf puppy form eventually, successfully giving Taiyang, Summer, and Qrow all heart attacks because WOLFDOG WE ADOPTED IS ACTUALLY A SMOL CHILD. WHAT.

-Qrow and Summer promptly run to Ozpin to ask if he’s given out magic to a Smol Child recently. Ozpin has not. Ozpin is confused.

-Ozpin comes to visit and is immediately deemed Friend-shaped by three children.

-Ozpin stares down at Mercury and has dim flashbacks to a lifetime LONG ago, likely not long after the Maidens pulled him out of his depressive state, to a friend he granted the ability to transform into a wolf. And he- was kinda new to giving magic like that at the time, so it’s not impossible he blessed his friend’s entire line and then lost track of them over the lifetimes and- oh. oh dear.

-Oz ends up visiting Patch on the regular, both to check on this young shapeshifter and just to ... have a break? Summer welcomes him and Taiyang grins and the kids ADORE him and it’s been so very long since he let himself be bowled over by laughing children, let himself roll in the grass laughing at their games before the littlest of their number sits on his chest and declares him defeated! Give them cookies as their prize! And it’s ... good. It feels so good to experience this again. Just for a little while. It helps him remember what he’s fighting FOR.

-Then Summer dies and Ozpin cannot shake the worry that it is because of her connection with him. He tries to pull away, to retreat, but then he gets a sobbing phone call from Yang that Ruby is sick and Dad is too deep in mourning to take care of them and Mercury is panicking and she *doesn’t know what to do please PLEASE*.

-So he returns one more time. He stays the few weeks/month is takes him to haul Taiyang kicking and screaming back to sobriety and responsibility and while he does that he also cares for the kids, because Yang is a mature little girl, but she shouldn’t have to raise her own siblings. Not now. Not like this.

-After Taiyang is back on his feet he retreats again, no longer comes over for the weekends to play or talk. But the kids remember. That he was there when they needed him most.

-Mercury refuses to go out in public in his human form. At home is fine, but out where people can see he is mortally terrified of his bio dad getting wind of him, so he only goes out if he can be in his wolf form. It becomes his cover story. He’s Ruby’s “wolfdog” and when she signs up to Combat School he gets registered as her “Battle Companion”.

-Mercury’s wolf form is *massive*. Like- Ruby can legit ride him into battle if she wants levels of massive. PONY/SMALL HORSE levels of massive. His shoulder is at Ruby’s chin level when she’s fifteen. People are so confused that he exists, but they don’t question that he’s a “wolfdog”.

-Ruby going to Beacon is going to be very interesting in this AU because she absolutely takes Mercury with her. He’s registered as a Battle Companion. It’s legal. He’s not allowed to participate in the initiation exam, but after that he’ll get to attend all her classes and spars and missions if she wants him to (which she does. This is her Big Bad Wolf Brother thank you).

-Ozpin is silently laughing at Mercury’s misery when Ruby winds up on a team of ALL GIRLS.

-Yang is laughing out loud because she’s a shameless big sister like that.

-Mercury meeting Blake and Weiss. That is all.

-Before anyone asks, the only people outside Ruby, Yang, and Ozpin at Beacon to find out Mercury is actually a human being are Team CFVY.

-Everyone else doesn’t get the reveal until V4 and V5.

-Also Phyrra lives because I say so. And also I have a giant angry wolf-person to yeet at Cinder when she attempts to kill Phyrra.

-Prepare to have your ARM BITTEN OFF WOMAN. YOU DESERVE IT.

-(Mercury may or may not have some burn scars under his fur after the fact, but Ruby’s Silver Eye shenanigans keep him from getting too badly hurt)

[razieltwelve]

Jacques is such a tool. Any chance we could see some snippets in the Willow/Snow/Serah AU? Weiss deserves to have a good dad

Fun fact: Weiss is still smol even when Snow is her dead.

The power of smol!Weiss is too mighty for even the Snow genes to win.

Yeah. You can imagine how annoyed she is when Claire, who is roughly the same age, ends up towering over her. Funnily enough, Winter ends up slightly taller and Whitley ends up a lot taller than in canon. It's just Weiss who is smol. However, this does lead to her and Serah forming a deep bond over the obnoxiousness of tall people.

One of the features of Weiss in that AU is her long-running battle against Diana. Diana insists on climbing/leaping/ninjaing over the fence rather than using the gate. Weiss tries to get her to use the gate. It's a battle that goes throughout their childhood, and it only escalates when Diana starts going through windows at Beacon. It leads to Weiss being way more creative and cunning about her Glyphs since that's how she tries to stop Diana.

Weiss also develops what I like to refer to as 'Tyranny Radar', which is an ability that Snow had that allows him to detect when tyranny (usually of the Farron variety) is about to occur.

[angelgaming45]

Stuff in bbs fanfiction I remember from when I was 13

Gang AU’s

Hero AU’s

Animal/Hybrid AU’s

Tyler being a bitch

Mini being Tylers bitch

Basically being a bitch

Delirious always being picked on

Delirious always getting hit on

Delirious always getting hit in general

Vanoss being either a strong leader or a fucking psychopath

Lui being the sweet angel

Nogla was the beacon you’d go to for news and advice

Droidd used to exist

Delirious was always the main focus

Delirious being described as a very smol boy despite being one of the oldest

Seananners would always somehow find his way into the AU’s

Be it he was a rival gang or a villain

The stories of Delirious literally being In S an e

Evan ranged from soft sweetheart to just plain asshole

Cartoonz was like a fucking rare pokemon to see in stories

Something bad always happens to Moo

Moo being dead

Moo being the voice of reason

Tyler picking on Delirious

Lui being everyone's best friend

NOBODY KNOWING HOW GANGS WORK

Like, “Okay we need plan. We did plan. Cool we done oop Tyler is attacking Delirious.”

No one ever getting hurt in the gang AU’s

DoN’T even GEt me STArted oN the IRL Fics

Everybody just knowing what Del looks like 

Everybody can just easily travel across the fucking country to just visit one another

Shit was weird back then

[arc-misadventures]

Smol Jaune au: Cinder and her team have finally infiltrated beacon academy. Now all they have to do is blend in and who is this child they just bumped into and why is Neo more excited than usual.

A New Challenger Appears

Smol Jaune

Cinder: Hmm~! That was easy enough, now all we have to do is cement our place with the people of, Beacon, and everything will be perfect.

Mercury: So, walk about, socialize with the locals, etc. etc?

Cinder: Precisely, should be easy enough for you two to accomplish.

Emerald: What about you, what will you be doing, Cinder?

Cinder: I will be planning out our next move, and you needn’t worry about that.

Emerald: O-Okay… What about, Neo; what do you want her to do?

Cinder: Hmm… It would probably be for the best if she stays away from others, her mute demeanour, might attract attention to her, and that would be problematic in the long run.

Emerald: Okay, you hear that, Neo? You better… Neo?

Cinder: Is there something wrong?

Mercury: Shit! The little goblin is gone!

Emerald: Crap! Where did she go?!

Cinder: Don’t worry, she couldn’t have gotten far. We just need to find her before…?!

Jaune: Get off of me you vile vixen!

Mercury: Uhh… What’s going on?

Jaune: No! I don’t care if you’re the same height as me! That is not the bases one should use for any relationship!

Emerald: Does he know what she’s… ‘saying…?’

Cinder: It appears so…?

Jaune: No! No I’m not interested in laying a short-stack!

Jaune: I already have enough voluptuous, well endowed, thic woman chasing after me, I don’t need another!

Emerald: He’s got what chasing after him?

Mercury: And, he’s refusing the chance to get another?! What kind of man says no to that?!

Jaune: Why are you even doing this?! We just met, not even a minute ago a that?!

Cinder: Good question: Neo’s never been like this with anyone, so why him?

Emerald: Maybe she sees something she likes in the little guy.

Jaune: I am not a shouta!

Emerald: …

Mercury: …

Cinder: …

Emerald: I should be surprised… But, I’m not… Should I be worried?

Cinder: Very.

Emerald: Oh no…

Jaune: I’m eighteen years old you vile demon! I’m just short for my age, and gender!

Emerald: Really…?

Mercury: I honestly thought they did let a kid in here…

Cinder: From what I’ve been told about, Ozpin, he would let a kid in here.

Mercury: That’s a comforting thought.

Jaune: Don’t you dare play the, Onee-Chan card! I have seven sister plus one! You have no idea how much of a turn off that is!

Emerald: S-Should we stop this?

Cinder: I think we better, otherwise we’ll stand out too much.

Mercury: For having one hell of a thirsty teammate…

Emerald: I’ll say…

Jaune: Show me how to…?! I am not a virgin!

Cinder: Okay! That’s it! N… Mint! That’s enough! Leave the poor boy alone already!

Jaune: Who are you?!

Cinder: My name is, Cinder, Cinder Fall. This is my teammate, Mint. I’m sorry for the trouble she has caused you.

Jaune: Jaune, Jaune Arc. And, if you’re truly sorry for me, then keep this foul demon away from me!

Cinder: Y-Yes… I’l do that… Come along, Mint.

Jaune: Thank you, I…?! Stop doing that with your fingers!

Cinder: What are you…?! Mint, stop that! Oh gods, you’ve practically blown our cover already… Why are you like this…?

Neo: 😈👉👌

Cinder: …

Cinder: Why did I bother even asking…?

[curtaincalling]

it won’t let me copy the symbol — but diamond, my muse reading a story to yours — cosmic au?

→ THE STAGE IS SET! (no longer accepting)

     “I know some good games we could play, said the Cat. I know some new tricks, said the Cat in the Hat.” 

     “Have you ever seen a cat in a hat?”

     Lux looks up from the book, furrowing her brow in thought. She sits next to him on this slab of space rock, while he lays on his back and rearranges the stars in his little corner of the universe. They’re far away from any planet, just the way Jhin likes it--- the only company being the countless objects that he’s hoarded over the eons. This colorful little book, its letters absolutely incomprehensible to Jhin, is one of them. 

     “I don’t think so,” Lux says. “Have you?”

     Jhin also takes a long moment to think, though his mask shows no such facial expression, only the blink of a bright singular eye.

     “There is that... infernal little creature that follows Lulu around,” he says. 

     “Aurelion Smol is not a cat.” 

     He’d argue that Aurelion Smol is, in fact, the closest thing the Cosmic Court has to a cat, but he only laughs, instead. Lux smiles and shakes her head.

     “Let me continue,” she says. “A lot of good tricks. I will show them to you. Your mother will not mind at all if I do.” 

     As Lux reads, Jhin dashes and twirls his fingers to move the stars across the canvas of space. The alignment has been bothering him for quite some time now. He was quite proud of them, once, and the Court even approved--- but now they seem to him like the work of a child. He flicks away the unappealing stars, and keeps the ones that shine the brightest. 

     “Look at me! Look at me now! said the Cat. With a cup and a cake on top of my hat--- are you listening, Jhin?”

     “I am,” he says. “This Cat is a delightful creature.”

     Lux chuckles, and tilts the book towards him so he can see the drawing. It’s a crude image, with only a handful of basic colors: black, white, blue, and red. The Cat in the Hat dances atop an assortment of objects, grinning in all his theatricality. 

     “I can hold up two books! I can hold up the fish! And a little toy ship! And some milk on a dish!”

     She’s an excellent storyteller. Lux’s voice has more life than his, heard and loved by many. The Court knows her well, the right hand of Queen Ashe and the twin constellation. She is their beacon, and Jhin is their shadowed artist. His voice is quiet and heard by few. 

     But he does not need the company of the Court to do what he loves. So Lux continues to read, and Jhin flicks some lackluster stars out of the picture. 

     No, not that one. Or that one... too much color, it’s all clashing, too bright... 

     How many times has he rearranged his cosmos? Surely he’s tried every configuration and exhausted every composition. Jhin absently flicks away more and more stars, finding himself more entertained by watching them fly into nothingness. Not this one. Not that one. It’s cluttering the canvas, get it all out of here... 

     “What would you do, if your mother asked you?” 

     Ah. Perfect. 

     “... Jhin?” 

     The silent chill of a dark universe.

     “... Jhin, where did the stars go?” 

     “Hmm?” 

     He glances up to Lux, and watches her bright eyes staring at the abyssal sky. And yet there’s no horror in her expression, only the wide-eyed sparkle of wonder and curiosity as she beholds a silent cosmos. With no light to reflect in her wide eyes, they seem darker than ever. 

     But then she blinks, and it’s gone. She’s frowning, now, puzzled and horrified. 

     “What did you do?” 

     Jhin is silent again, his mind repainting the look in her eyes. The admiration, the envy, the darkness.... 

     “Oh, the stars?” he asks, as though it had been something small and trivial he’d forgotten. “Don’t worry, they’re not gone---” 

     He waves his fingers across the sky, and all at once, the darkness is filled with the shards of light and life, twinkling back into existence. 

     “Just needed rearranging,” he says. “That’s all.”

     Lux relaxes as the stars come back into view, though he can feel the unease between them. Jhin sighs and plucks the book out of her hands. He idly flips through the pages.

     “Now, I’m interested as to what those little Thing creatures are...” 

     He can still see Lux looking up, fixated on the tapestry of stars. He’s seen that look before, when he’d been too careless with the Court’s planets or too cavalier if they didn’t survive. She had the shared concern and horror of the others, and yet...

     And yet... 

     “Lux.” 

     “Hmm?” She snaps back into focus. 

     “Tell me what this word says.” 

     He points to the combination of letters on a page. And he is grateful for his masked face and its lack of expression. For as Lux peers over and reads the page, she cannot see that Jhin is grinning. 

[eshden]

50 Bumbleby prompts

ANGST (AU OR IN UNIVERSE) 1. Yang/Blake has a nightmare and the other consoles them 2. They are both police officers, but one of them gets shot during a mission, and they both know the ambulance won’t make it in time 3. Adam manages to grab Yang’s arm and pulls her down with him; Blake can only stand and watch them fall Bonus: Blake is just in time to grab Yang’s other arm, but hasn’t gotten enough strenght left to pull her back up, so Yang smiles softly and then lets go of her hand 4. Blake gets taken away to a Faunus Labour Camp in Atlas 5. Yang/Blake gets injured while trying to protect the other Bonus: they hide their injury and their partner only finds out when they collapse because of the amount of blood they lost. (you promised me you were okay!) 6. AU in which Adam does kill Yang during the Fall of Beacon 7. Yang/Blake is a timetraveller, and when they meet their soulmate, they have to choose between returning to their old life and loved ones, or staying with their soulmate and being stuck in time 8. Yang and Blake have one tradition as a married couple: each year at their wedding day they recreate their wedding photo. Now one of them is gone and the other has to decide whether to stick to their tradition or let it die with their partner 9. Yang gave Blake an envelope with ‘only open when you are having a really bad day’ on her 19th birthday. She is 92 now, and about to open the envelope without Yang by her side 10. Yang/Blake has been stuck in a coma for years, and just as they have decided to move on with somebody new, their former partner wakes up 11. Blake and Yang broke up a few years ago, and are now suddenly reunited during a party, and both of them can’t get their eyes of the other 12. Blake/Yang passed away, but their partner still leaves them voicemails to keep them up to date 13. Watching the other be killed right before their eyes and not being able to do anything 14. One of them holding off their enemies while their team escapes, their partner literally being dragged away while screaming the others name  15. Blake/Yang being taken by Salem/WF and the other just losing their mind while trying to find them

FLUFF (AU OR IN UNIVERSE) 1. Blake is cold *insert nose kisses, hugs and a grumpy Blake* 2..Blake explains the difference between Adam and Yang (your strenght lies in protection and creation, his in destruction) 3. Casual little touches - tucking hair behind the ear, touching the others hip to let them know they are there, forehead kisses, nose kisses, fingertips brushing... 4. Blake helps Yang with maintaining her prosthetic arm 5. ZooDate™ 6. The whole team infiltrates an Atlas dance; Blake comes up to Yang and asks if her offer still stands 7. Exchanging gifts for Christmas/Valentine’s day 8. The two of them adopting and raising a kid. 9. One of them is sick and the other nurses them back to health 10. Proposing™ 11. First time saying I love you 12. Cuddling; Blake is reading a book and Yang is watching a movie, in bed cuddling, finally reunited after a long day of work 13. Sending each other cute texts and funny memes 14. Back massage/foot massage 15. Sharing an umbrella under the rain 16. “nothing has changed me quite as you.” 17. Blake touching Yang’s hair in any way: brushing it, braiding it, or just playing with it absentmindly 18. Yang teasing Blake because she is such a smol bean 19. Kissing each others scars 20. Wedding™

RANDOM AU’S 1. Yang and Blake are both politicians; Blake is part of a Faunus liberation movement and Yang is part of a democratic movement (I am actually writing this guys I am productive omg)  2. Criminal/Cop AU  3. Fake Dating AU  4. A mutual friend gets kidnapped and Blake and Yang - formerly two strangers - have to work together to get them back 5. Hollywood AU 6. Boxing AU  7. Soulmate AU 8. Pirate AU Bonus: Blake falls into the water during a fight, and only Yang knows she can’t swim. 9. Roadtrip AU 10. Blake/Yang has swore off love; she doesn’t believe in it anymore. But then she meets Love, who apparently has made it her personal mission to make her believe again 11. Yang is a softball player and Blake is the manager of the club; every time before a match Yang gets a good luck kiss from Blake Bonus: Blake is sick, but Yang still needs her good luck kiss  12. They are both soccer players - an absolute power couple - but Yang/Blake gets injured and now the other has to play without them for the first time.   13. Girlfriends during day, opponents during matches  14. A one night stand turning into something more, but neither of them wanting to confess 15. Beauty and the Beast Please send me a link to your work if you use any of this, I would love to read it!

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My contribution to @naughtyweiss ‘s amazing Smol Beacon AU

Weiss: That Arc boy? He means nothing to me. He thinks just because he’s big and strong and muscular that he can take whatever he wants. Well I’m not having any of it. I’m not going to fall for him no matter what he-

Jaune puts his hand on her shoulder: Hey Ice Queen~

Weiss, trembling and cumming uncontrollably as soon as she sees Jaune’s dickbulge like a pavlovian response: HNNNNGHHH~

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y e s. I made this a smol fantasy au. Hope no one minds how long this is!

The woman stood, haughty. Her teeth were sharp and her eyes glowing with malice and spite. Darkness caressed her skin like a passionate lover awaiting her command. Connor could do nothing, but stare and wipe away the blood dripping down his lips.

“My darling protégé,” Amanda murmured, “how are you feeling?”

Connor would’ve rolled his eyes had it not been for the extreme pain he was in. “Like I’ve been stabbed with a sword,” he answered instead. The bleeding stab wound at his side seemed to hurt even more after his words.

“Your honesty will always endear me to you, Connor.” She smiled. “It reminds me of how slow and dull your mind truly is.”

He was then quiet, accepting that he was going to die in the forest alone.

“It was your fault for thinking I could be perfect.” He clenched his teeth.

“Dear Connor,” she said like a mother, “your mother traded you as though you were a precious jewel. She made me believe I could expect anything out of you.”

“My mother sold me when I was a baby.” Connor’s thin white tunic was getting redder than the hot evenings of hell. “Why did you believe her?”

“What I did does not matter.” She shrugged. “It’s what you could never do for me that burns me with rage.”

“You better jump into the nearest river, then.” Connor laughed. “I’m dying already. Your fire cannot touch me in death.”

Amanda caressed Connor’s pale cheek lovingly. He leaned into her cool touch like a small boy. “If my wrath will not reach you,” she said quietly, “then nothing else can.”

“What do you-”

“Remember the Markus prince, dear?” Connor’s heart pounded. “You are quite fond of him.”

“Don’t you dare hurt the prince, you foul troll!”

“I shan’t, Connor. It’s you whom I wish to cause pain.”

The young man stood up, shaking in pain and fear. He leaned his weight against a tree. “Amanda, please. What are you going to do?”

She fixed the sleeves of his tunic and brushed back his hair like a mother mourning the loss of her son’s childhood. “Run, Connor. Before they forget you.”

And with that, she was gone.

Connor didn’t need to be told twice. He stumbled through the unforgiving darkness of the woods. He felt the stings of the plants and creatures that once welcomed him like family. The blood soaking his fingertips brushed against the tall trees. His footsteps were growing softer and softer.

He thought about his childhood, how he never knew much of the mother who sold him and how he grew up with magic and evil. He remembered his afternoons playing with flowers and crying when they’d prick his skin. He thought of his studies and how much he wanted to be perfect for Amanda.

He recalled growing up. Trying to find his worth. Destroying anything that was better than him. Refusing to believe he was ordinary. Doing whatever it took to make him feel alive.

Then... he thought of the prince. Prince Markus. His saviour from a land filled with brightness and colour. Prince Markus, shining with life and adventure. His dear prince. The shining beacon of hope Connor would pledge his life to in one sad pathetic heartbeat.

His jaw tightened and he pushed himself to run faster. He passed the edge of the lonely forest and saw the warm garden of the kingdom’s palace. The familiar humming of his prince could be heard very faintly. Connor smiled. The prince was waiting for him at his usual spot.

Blood dripped down his body, but it was okay. He going to see his prince one last time. Markus was so close, his back facing the boy of the forest. His red fingers reached out to touch him, to see him smile again, to have the memory of his loving guide him through death.

Alas, it could not be.

The forest grabbed him, treating him like a lost petulant child. It claimed him again like it always has, clinging at his waist and arms and knees and head until he could see nothing. He gasped in pain, ignoring the tears running down his face.

“No!” He choked, feeling the forest pulling him back. “Please, I need to see him! Please!”

The forest pulled his ankles and he fell to the floor. His prince didn’t notice, his back still turned. Connor’s nails were digging in the earth, begging to be left alone. He called out for his prince, but he was never heard.

“Markus!” The forest pulled at his hair. “Markus, I am here! We’ll create crowns of flowers and ships of parchment again, yes?”

His prince still did not look at him.

Slowly, Connor’s body decayed with the cold earth. His skin turned to soil. His blood into the bluest chrysanthemums. His bone green with moss.

Before oblivion took him, Connor reached out one last time.

“My prince,” he said desperately, “kiss me, quick-”

And with that, he was nothing. His name nothing but a rotting memory on Markus’ tongue and his tears were a few drops of the sunset.