#future tempverse

At a rather quiet park in Vale, a young boy, no older than 9 was being pushed into the ground. His bright red hair matting with sweat and dirt. The opposite of him was a larger boy, a rough looking child who sneered as he prepared to stomp the younger kid down.

"Oi! What the heck do you think you're doing to my brother!"

The voice boomed from the other end of the park, the source was a young child with orange hair with thin blonde stripes. Soft blue eyes which mimicked the younger boy on the floor. Slim and feminine, one could mistake them for a girl if they weren't careful. A strange and lovely feature to note, was the orange tail which wrapped around his waist like a belt.

He didn't give the bully a chance to respond, in a flurry he was practically on top of him. Or as close as he could be with out actually resorting to physical violence.

The suddenness of his speed was enough to cause the bigger kid to nearly barrel over in surprise.

"What the heck!? What do you want you stupid animal."

"What, did, you, do, to, my, brother." Every word punctuated with venom. The 11 year stared into the eyes of the punk before him, unflinching in his sheer determination to make the big bastard before him back down.

"Wha?! Brother?!" The 12 year old looked back and forth between the two of them, the newcomer suddenly helping the original victim up. "Didn't know people called pets siblings now! Bahahaha! Bahahah!" The bully found it funny enough to start bellowing in laughter.

To his surprise, the meek child from before suddenly had the nerve to stand up to him, "You take that back you big bully! "Fuscy isn't a pet!"

"Oh? You want to stand up to me now you little brat? Well why don't you shove off!"

Before he could even try to push Pomme down again, he found himself laying flat on his back, his nose suddenly hurting.

Fuscy stood atop him, his foot now planted on his stomach.

"Don't really care about the animal joke, it's old and tired. But again, don't touch my brother, do you get it?"

The punks eyes began to water as the stinging pain started to spread through his entire face, "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! HE HIT ME!"

In what could only be described as a rampage and torrent of nightmares, a woman stomped her way towards him. Fuscy could only describe it as an aberration of all the worlds horrors put into one!

He didn't even register the obscenities she shouted at him, to busy with covering his little brother's ears to pay attention.

"I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR PARENTS YOU BAD MANNERED BEAST!"

His tail flicked ever so slightly, his eyes rolling at the stupidity of it all. "Oh boy, here we go again."

"What did you say?!?"

"Nothin-"

"DAMN RIGHT ITS NOTHING YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

Now, he'd expected a few things, one for her to keep on going off, maybe stomp away even... that would have been nice. BUt what he didn't expect was for her to raise her bag as if to strike him.

Though he knew he had nothing to worry about as a piece of metal suddenly thunked against her bag with tremendous force, knocking it right out of her hands.

"WHAT?! WHO DID THAT!?"

"What were you going to do to my child?"

Fuscy smiled as one of his amazing mom's stepped forward. More specifically the one that had brought everyone to the park today.

apparently the woman didn't register who exactly his mother was, as she turned to her, forcing herself to look upwards into her green eyes. "I was teaching your brat a lesson! He hit my boy, so if you won't punish him I will!"

"He protected my other son, from your bully of a kid, who not only knocked him down but tried to hit him again... and you tried to strike my son..."

Metal began to bend around them, benches nearly caving in as the force of her aura flared. Her emerald eyes shone with a dangerous intent as she stepped closer, forcing the smaller woman back.

"Who... who do you think you are to talk to me like that?! I know a reporter I can get you in trouble!"

His mother laughed.

"Do you not know who I am?

Something she would have said in the past as a way of conversation starter, now? Now it was a threat.

"It doesn't matter who you ar-"

Then it dinged as the woman blinked. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Pyrrha.

"I'm Pyrrha Arc... and this beast as you so claim is my son..." She drew closer, her fingers wrapping around the woman's chin, squeezing tightly against her. "I don't like when people insult, or hurt my family... so you were saying you knew reporters did you? Well... so do I... and I know a few other people to... I bet it would be all to easy ruining your lively hood..."

Pyrrha smiled at her, letting the information sink in. Then something hit her.

"Hmm~ Now that I think about it... isn't your husband that one dust shop owner?"

"Wh.a... what does he have to do with this?!"

"Did you know Weiss Schnee is my sister in law?"

"I...I...I...!"

"That's what I thought... now leave, before I stop feeling generous."

The woman grabbed her child, suddenly running in fear.

"Mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"You're scary sometimes, you know that?"

"Oh! Of course. But, no one hurts my family... now then. HOw about we get some icecream? Apri's waiting for us after all."

"Yep, really scare... come on Pomme."

"Mom's so cool!"

Ps love the blog!

Of course you can! I really do feel that this blog has become like 40 percent fluff, 30 percent smut, 20 percent dark as hell smut, and 10 percent just whatever at this point. Also I seriously need to think of names for these kids, and make like an actual post about it if I keep getting future asks.

A young boy with dark black hair and a dark complexion, rocked back and forth on the heals of his feet. Blaidd was his name, currently 13 years of age, biological son of Jaune Arc and Ciel Arc, actual son of just about everyone else.

His nerves grated against themselves as he eyed the paper in front of him, his mind racing heavily as he tried to verbally speak the lines. "Why do I have to do this?"

The pen in his hand hovered over an empty line, the prior text reading, "Career path-"

"I'm only 13! I don't even know what I want to do!" His balled fists slammed against his desk. He couldn't help it, he didn't know what he wanted to do, he wasn't even sure if there was any big goal that he had in mind.

The future was terrifying to him, it was absolutely horrific. He knew his mother had always known, even his father had figured things out before he knew it! All his brothers and sisters, and all his moms... everyone seemed like they had a plan. Like they had a goal in mind.

But him? He didn't, he never did. He was smart, and he wasn't just tooting his own horn here. But that didn't mean he wanted to do something like education. He could be a hunter... but well... he never saw the need to, or had the urge to. Call him a coward, but he'd always felt pragmatic on making sure he was alive.

Then there was the option to be a medic! That had always appealed to him... but it was scary... especially with the world they lived in.

"Okay." He exhaled, "Calm down, just... just calm down."

Try as he might, his hands quivered, and his teeth clacked as tears streamed down his cheeks. The future was a scary thing, and he wasn't sure he would ever figure out what he wanted to do.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Three knocks at his door, three very soft knocks, that was enough to tell him who was at the door.

"Come in mom."

His door slowly opened revealing not one mom, but two. Pyrrha and May, shield mom and sniper mom as everyone liked to affectionately call them.

"Everything alright honey?" May spoke first, taking small steps towards her son.

"We heard a loud crash. and got worried." Pyrrha followed after her, both women taking to his left and right respectively.

"I... I don't know... I just, I don't know what I want to do." He turned his attention towards the paper, it wasnt like him to skirt around the issue, so telling them right away was the obvious choice.

Both women looked at it, a sense of understanding slowly dawning upon them.

"Oh sweetie."

Pyrrha gently wrapped an arm around his shoulder, while May lowered herself nuzzling her forehead against the top of his head.

"I always hated these things."

"You did?"

"Of course!"

Pyrrha quickly jolted up, raising her hand upwards. "You know, I never did want to be a champion. Tournament fighting had always been more of a means to an end, I had always known I wanted to help people but... but there were a lot of ways I could have done that." Pyrrha took a deep breath.

"Same for me... I wasn't sure I wanted to be a huntsman. And even more I wasn't sure what school I wanted... but I honestly didn't have a choice. Not in Vacuo anyways."

May took a seat on his bedside. "There were a lot of things that we could have done, but I was honestly pretty terrified when I went to Beacon, I almost had an anxiety attack."

Blaidd's brows furrowed, "I don't see how that's supposed to help me."

May laughed, "Yes well! You see, it was all a random decision, and because of it, I got to meet all your moms and dad!"

"What May's trying to say is that, sometimes we don't know what we're going to do, or how we're going to end up. And that's okay? THis paper?" Pyrrha grabbed it and shook it a little, "This paper means nothing in the long run. Whatever you want to do will change from time to time, and that's alright. Your future isn't set in stone, and it's never too late to try something new. And even then? No matter what you decide, we'll always love you."

Blaidd seemed to finally relax, "I see..." Both women turned to him, pulling him into a tight nit hug.

"Thank you.":

It's super chaotic! So despite what everyone may think, all of the children are from Ren. I want to just say that now.

They have three kids, so not too many, two from Emerald and one from Nora.

They do everything they can to give them a life that they should have, so a super happy time for their kids.

Ren is great at keeping everyone disciplined though!