#winter knight

[brokentrafficknight]

I humbly ask for some Winter Knight shenanigans and a hint of jelly Dragonslayer.

[lwde-encrusted-sideblog]

Winter: Excuse me, do you have a license for that?

Jaune: For what?

Winter: That weapon in your pocket.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: *Blushing* ... Uh ... Th-that's not-

Winter: That's not a weapon is it?

Jaune: *Blushing* No Ma'am.

Winter: ... Very Well. Get in the car.

Jaune: *Blushing even harder* Yes Ma'am.

Winter: *Into her Radio* Something's come up. I'm going to be out for the rest of the day.

[madman479r]

A change of Schneenery

Weiss:... *staring blankly at book*

Ruby: Hey, Weiss. You okay?

Weiss: Huh, what? I mean, yes. Why wouldn't I be?

Yang: Because you've been staring at the same page for 20 minutes, so unless you're a slow reader, something is bothering you.

Weiss: Since when are you observant?

Yang: Nice redirection, now spill.

Weiss:... *sighs* Well, as you know, Winter has been able to visit since Atlas has lent some of its forces to Vale and Beacon.

Blake: The sister you strive to impress and feel that nothing you do is good enough so you push harder? Yes, we know.

Weiss: Thank you for that unnecessary commentary, Blake. But yes. During our tea time, I asked if she would like to spar this evening after classes, but she said she was... otherwise engaged.

Yang: So, what? You're bummed because she's busy with work?

Weiss: It's not that. I understand she is quite busy, having responsibilities as a high ranking Atlas Specialist, I've come to terms with that and cherished the short times we get to spend together, but she said that this engagement was not work related, but rather... a... date.

Ruby: *Gasp* Oh! Your sister has a boyfriend?! That's great, good for her!

Weiss: She doesn't have a boyfriend, dunce! It is apparently her first evening with this person, so he's hardly a "boyfriend", and I wouldn't use such an immature title for Winter.

Yang: Whoa! Calm down, Ice Queen. Jeez, you seem pretty wound up by this guy.

Blake: Maybe it's because she's jealous.

Weiss: Jealous?! Of what, exactly? Why would I be jealous of Winter?

Blake: Not Winter. But of the guy she's going on a date with.

Yang:.. Weiss, please tell me you don't think incest is wincest.

Weiss: W-WHAT?! GET SUCH FILTHY, DEGENERATE THOUGHTS OUT OF YOUR MIND, XIAO LONG!

Blake: Not like that, either of you. I meant as in you're jealous of this mystery guy because you're afraid of him cutting into your 'Winter' time, and she'll have less time for you.

Ruby: Oooooh! Well that's ridiculous too, Weiss. Winter is your sister, your big sister. And she'll always have time for you, the best big sisters do. Even if they can be a little overboard.

Yang: Are you referring to me?

Ruby: I don't know. Do you know anyone else who stood outside my friend's home and watched the house all night while I was having a sleep over?

Yang: It was your first time, I was just making sure they weren't the bitchy type.

Ruby: Anyway, just remember, Winter will always love you and have time for you.

Weiss:... Thanks, Ruby. I guess I just needed to hear that.

Yang: So, who is the guy that managed to capture your sister's heart. If she's got an even bigger stick up her ass than you do, he must have been a catch.

Weiss: Har har. But to answer your question, I'm not sure. She never gave me a name or even a description.

**KNOCK KNOCK**

Weiss: I'll get it. **Opens door to see...**

Weiss: Winter? What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like that?

Winter: Weiss? Oh, I think I may have the wrong room.

Weiss: What?

**Sound of a door behind Winter opening**

???: Winter?

**Winter and Weiss look to see**

Weiss: Urgh, Arc. What do you-

Winter: Ah, Jaune, I hope I'm not too late for our date.

Weiss: YOUR WHAT?!

Jaune: Oh, no. Just on time if anything. And can I say you look stunning.

Winter: *///* Oh, flatterer. You clean up quite nice yourself. Very handsome.

Jaune: *Rubs back of head with a blush* Yeah, I didn't think my hoodie would be a good attire. Oh! Uh? **Offers arm for her to hold** Shall we?

Winter: *locks her arm around Jaune's and waves to Weiss** I shall see you soon, sister. Sorry to disturb you. *walks off with Jaune.*

Weiss:... *twitching eye* (mind .exe has stopped working)

Yang: Dang. Didn't think I'd say this, but vomit boy looked kinda hot dressed like that. He should try that more often.

Blake: I didn't think we'd see the day he actually managed to get a date.

Ruby: Blake! That's mean.

Blake: Sorry but you can't deny what I said.

Yang: Yeah, sorry sis. But Jaune isn't exactly beating the women away with a stick, not with his dorky attitude. But still, I guess Jaune just hit the right buttons for Ice Queen senior.

Weiss: This... this has to be a mistake. A cruel joke! How could my sister, the epitome of perfection and sophistication, even entertain the idea of spending time with that buffoon?!

Yang: Hey, like I said, maybe she just saw something in him we didn't. Besides, it's just a date. It's not like she's gonna marry him.

Weiss: Do not put such disturbing imagery in my head, Yang.

Blake: Uh, guys? What's that on the floor?

Weiss: Hmm? Is... is that...

Yang: Holy shit, that's a condom! Vomit boy is kinda moving fast.

Ruby: Girls...

Weiss: That pervert!

Ruby: Weiss.

Weiss: He thinks he can so easily bed my sister and sully her name?!

Ruby: Weiss!

Weiss: I'm going to take this condom, find Winter and expose Arc for his degeneracy!

Ruby: WEISS!

Weiss: WHAT?!

Ruby: That condom doesn't belong to Jaune. It fell where Winter was standing

Weiss:...

Blake: **Slowly goes back to reading.**

Yang:... Damn.

[societyfolklore]

To Be Noticed

Title: To Be Noticed

Pairing: Fae! Bucky Barnes x Fae! Female Reader

Warnings: No Warnings but this will lead into a fic that will have them…

Words: 1.1k

A/N: Entry for March 2026 Challenge Prompts at @star-and-shield-monthly   (got two planned for this challenge) Also this is just a scene from what I hope to come back too, I haven’t had a lot of bandwidth still for writing, and I’m slowly coming back guys. So this is a small thing of what I hope to return too eventually to make bigger!

Prompt:  Equinox

The Equinox Ball shimmered in a way that defied easy naming; like stars, or early dew on grass, depending on who was asked and from which court they came.

Tonight, that scarcely mattered.

Light and dark stood in perfect measure, and so the Seelie and Unseelie courts crossed into the same sacred hall without blood on their hands or curses in their mouths, at least not openly. Above, a ceiling of living twilight shifted between honey-gold and indigo. Glass branches arched overhead, strung with luminous fruit and blossoms that opened and closed with the music. Every laugh seemed edged. Every bow hid a calculation. Even beauty here had teeth.

You stood beside Aster near the outer curve of the ballroom, where the light caught in her hair and turned it copper-bright. It was not an accidental place to linger. From there, the high tables lay in full view, as did the great silvered doors through which the higher fae made their entrances when they wished to be noticed.

Aster had noticed your choice of vantage long ago.

She leaned in just enough for her perfume, something green and flowering, crushed stems and nectar, to reach you. “You have not moved from this spot all evening.”

You kept your gaze on the swirl of silver drink. “I rather like this spot.”

“Of course you do.” Aster’s smile sharpened. “It gives you the perfect view of the high tables, the doors, and every grand entrance worth noticing.” Her head tipped toward the open stretch of floor before the courtly procession. “You are waiting for him.”

Your mouth thinned. “I am watching everyone. That is simply what I do.”

“And I am sure my disappointment has nothing to do with the fact that your stubborn lurking has cost me a Sylvan and possibly a very lovely Pan.”

That pulled the faintest curve from your mouth, clearly unbothered. “Tragic.”

Aster gave a quiet laugh, shifting beside you until her bracelets chimed softly. “Tragic for me, perhaps. I might have been adored by moonrise if you had let me wander.”

“You never require permission to wander.”

“No, but I do enjoy company while being admired.” Her gaze slid sideways, sly and bright. “Instead I have been left to watch you pretend you are not listening for every herald at the door.”

“I hear everything in this room.”

Aster’s smile lingered. “Yes. That is rather the problem.”

You glanced at her then, only to find her studying you with the easy cruelty only a dear friend could manage.

“Before you say it, I am awre that he is not the only one worth observing,” you pointed out, just watching her face.

Aster only lifted her brows. “No. But he is the only one you have ever watch without once pretending otherwise.”

You said nothing to that.

Her expression softened only a fraction. “Still, for someone who claims to be watching everyone, I do appreciation that when called out you don’t deny your interest on one particular arrival.”

You lifted your goblet, more to busy your hand than from any desire to drink. “You are tiresome tonight.”

“And you are transparent.” Aster’s smile turned wicked as the nearest doors opened again to admit another bright cluster of Seelie nobles. Her gaze flicked to your throat. “There. Again.”

You stilled. “Again what?”

Her gaze stayed on you “Your chest, your breath.”  Her hand gesturing across your torso. “It does that thing every time the door goes.”

You turned to give her a look, only to have the room shift.

It happened all at once. Conversation did not stop. The music tightened into something finer, colder. Candle flames drew narrow and pale. A group of Seelie nobles near the dais lowered their voices behind bright, brittle smiles.

Aster followed your line of sight and softly exhaled. “Oh.” Even she seemed to go a little weak at the sight of him.

The Winter Knight had entered.

He stood among the Unseelie delegation like the embodied threat of the first frost, beautiful, merciless, and entirely beyond persuasion. Dark armour sheathed him from throat to boot, etched with silver filigree so fine it looked like hoarfrost creeping over midnight iron. One arm was wholly armoured, brighter and stranger than the rest, as though winter had reached up and remade part of him in its own image.

Not a lord dressed for spectacle.

A weapon dressed for court.

Beside you, Aster breathed the words like a secret. “Well. That is unfairly dramatic.”

You should have laughed. Instead you found yourself watching the hard line of his shoulders, the stillness of him, the way the crowd seemed to bend without ever quite yielding. His hair brushed his collar, dark against skin pale as moonlit frost. He wore no jewels worth noting, no smile, no expression that could be easily read. Only that terrible fae composure, aloof, elegant, remote.

As if he had been carved from the cold place beneath winter rather than born.

Aster’s warning brushed your ear. “Don’t.”

You blinked. “Don’t what?”

“Look so directly. Unseelie notice things like that.”

“I am not doing anything.”

Her fan lifted, hiding her mouth though not the amusement in her eyes. “You are very much doing something.” She hissed at you “And if you keep looking at the Winter Knight so directly, someone will decide that is a game.”

Before you could answer, his gaze crossed the ballroom.

It found you at once.

The distance between you became unbearable in its precision. He did not start or linger in any mortal fashion. He only looked, and in that look was the chill of riverwater under ice, the hush before snow, the old and inhuman patience of something that knew seasons could be used as knives.

Your fingers tightened around the stem of your goblet.

Aster went still beside you “Oh, you poor thing.” The words barely rose above a whisper.

You could not tell whether she meant you or him.

Around the hall, the Equinox Ball shimmered on. Petals fell from a flowering archway and crisped white before they reached the floor. Somewhere distant, someone laughed too sweetly. The air smelled of roses, candlewax, thawing earth, and the clean silver edge of oncoming frost.

Then one of the Unseelie stepped into his path to speak, and the moment broke apart.

You drew breath too quickly.

Aster tapped her closed fan against your wrist. “Well,” she murmured lightly, “this has become interesting.”

You kept your eyes on the ballroom, though your skin still remembered the weight of that glance.

“No.” The word left you far too softly. “Dangerous.”

[obligatoryjauneblog]

Marrow: Hey, newbie.

Jaune: Yeah?

Marrow: You think Specialist Schnee's carpet matches the drapes?

Jaune: W-what?!

Marrow: I mean, yeah she has white hair but dark eyebrows so-

???: Ahem.

Marrow: Oh gods have mercy...

Winter: Marrow, please see General Ironwood and explain to him why you'll be scrubbing toilets this weekend.

Marrow: Yes, ma'am...

Winter: As for you, Arc.

Jaune: Y-yes, ma'am?

Winter: Want to see if the carpet matches the drapes?

[howlingday]

Ren: I'm just saying, Jaune, that the conversation got very... unusual.

Nora: You seriously didn't pick up all the hints she was dropping?

Jaune: Guys, I'm not an idiot. (Scroll buzzes) Besides, Weiss' sister is a professional, just like us! (Answers) Don't be weird, you guys.

Winter: (Via scroll) It's been some time... White Knight~.

Jaune: Just Jaune is fine, Specialist Schnee.

Winter: You're a man of many names, Mr. Arc, but perhaps some things are best said behind closed doors~.

Jaune: Okay...?

Ren/Nora: ...

Jaune: ...What?!

Winter: And what is the business of this call?

Jaune: I was wondering if my team and I could get permission to land our bullhead at the Schnee Manor tonight.

Winter: Such a gentleman. Is there a reason for me to receive the Jaune Arc to come into my fold for an evening~?

Jaune: Team RWBY is requesting me to come and inspect for any material of dubious intent. Possibly with some armed support from Atlas Academy.

Winter: I'm uncertain what this inspection is for. Dubious material is one thing, but my privates are not exactly ready for such deep probing. Though they are young, well-groomed, and always ready for play~.

Jaune: I... was talking about one or two of your instructors.

Nora/Ren: ...

Winter: Then perhaps I should accompany you as well? I am an instructor myself...

Jaune: Really? What classes do you teach?

Winter: I'm more of a private tutor in... close-quarters engagement~.

Jaune: ...You mean like the one Professor Goodwitch taught?

Winter: What?!

Nora: Oh my fucking god, Ren...

Winter: Khm! Regardless, I will message you with the permissions. See you soon, Jaune~. (Click!)

Jaune: Okay, so what should we get for lunch?

Nora: Are we not going to address the sexy elephant in the room?!

Jaune: Nora, I have no idea what you're talking about. Weiss' sister is our boss. There's nothing personal going on between us, and if there was, we're just friends!

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Winter: (In the shower, Sings to Jaune pic) Let's talk about sex, bay-bee~! Let's talk about you and me~! Let's talk about all the good things~!

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Jaune: Just friends.

[misterlazer]

Weiss: What do you think about Jaune?

Winter: He's a rather interesting young man... Would.

Weiss: What?

Stolen from this

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

~Jaune has been arrested~

Penny: Jaune! If you want be absolved of your crimes you must sign this paper!

Jaune: Really? That's it?

Penny: Yes, now hurry!

Jaune: Okay *He signs the paper*

Penny: Thank you Hubby!

Jaune: Hubby?

Weiss: Jaune, if you want to ba absolved-

Penny: You are too late Weiss! He has already married me!

Weiss: Fuck! *She punches a wall, cracking it*

Jaune: What's going on?

Penny: By marrying a Citizen of Atlas, you have been granted a green card and all crimes (Provided they are non-violent or acts of treason) previously enacted against the Kingdom have been pardoned.

Jaune: Oh! Thanks Penny! Why are you upset Weiss?

Weiss: *Blushing as she crosses her arms* Because I had wanted to do it.

Jaune: Really? That seems like an overreaction to the situation.

Penny: It's because she likes you romantically, much like I do.

Jaune: Wait, What? Weiss?!? You LIKE- *Processing what Penny said* YOU BOTH LIKE ME?!?!

P+W: Yes. Yes we do.

Jaune: ... Huh ...

Winter: *barges in* MISTER ARC-

P+W: Too late.

Winter: FUCK! *She punches a wall, Shattering it*