Hey, ParadoxVictor here. Welcome to the first fic I actually have a plan for. So rejoice, for this is something with little chance of being forgotten about, especially since it involves my two favorite web original series: Homestuck and RWBY.

Now this will be only taking place on the RWBY world of Remnant, so no multiverse shenanigans on this. The premise involves characters from Homestuck being born on Remnant and the effects they have on the world. I hope that with this little project I'll be able to satisfy both fans of the webcomic and fans of the anime, as you'll find the characters from Homestuck fit very well in the world created by Monty Oum(may his soul rest in peace), and the wacky hi-jinks mixed with serious themes of RWBY will go over well with fans of Andrew Hussie's work. It will be a balanced blend in the hopes that characters from neither series overshadow the others.

In the end I hope to please fans of both series without them having to have prior knowledge about each others' series, and maybe make fans of either interested in their counterparts.

So without further ado, I give you:

Heroes of Remnant

Chapter 1: Red Hood, Blue Hood

"Hey, I'm leaving to go buy some Dust, do you need something?" a raven haired young man said by the door of his home as he threw on his blue hoodie jacket.

"Yes, actually. Could you buy me some cake mix? We're running out" a serious-sounding voice came from the house's kitchen.

"No way, dad! I'm not gonna help feed your addiction. Buy it yourself" the young man huffed as he opened the door.

"Standing up against your old man, aren't you. You've grown up so much. I'm proud of you, son" a teary sounding response resounded from the kitchen, causing the young man at the door to roll his eyes.

"Do we have to go through this every time?".

"What, tired of your old man trying to have a good time? What an ungrateful son I have raised" the man appeared at the the door, his white business suit covered by an apron with the sayings "Remnant's Best Dad". His usually blank and serious face was replaced by a grin as he took a drag from his pipe, and a fedora matching his suit was firmly planted on his head.

That prompted the boy at the door to smirk back "I thrive on your misery, dad" he said with a chuckle "But seriously, do you want anything?" he asked, narrowing his eyes when his dad smiled.

"Just that you come home before dinner, John" the man said with softening features.

"No problemo, sir" the boy named John saluted as he finally stepped out of the house "See ya later!"

"Take care, son!"

These last words came slightly muffled, as John had already closed the door behind him, adjusting his glasses on his face before shivering slightly. The night air was quite chilly today, prompting John to bring his hood up, the windsock-like accessory blowing in the wind.

Looking up at the shattered moon with azure eyes, John squinted. For some reason he felt like tonight was going to be a long night. That was probably just his nerves talking. Ever since he got accepted into Beacon, time felt like it was going slower since he just couldn't wait to start his term there.

His acceptance had came as no surprise to his dad who "always believed in him, and was just so proud". Bah, he would've already lashed out at his old man's jokes if there weren't always a big chunk of truth in his teasing. No matter what John decided to do, there was an overwhelming amount of support coming from his father.

If he wanted to be a comedian? Dad's proud of ya. If he wanted to become an office worker? Dad's totally proud. A baker? Proud. A member of the White Fang? He'd be impressed of how John would manage to join, being a human and all. Also probably proud.

So when John decided to be a huntsman, the profession dad Egbert had retired from, the support was staggering. But so were the standards. If he was to risk his life daily, then John had to be the best of the best.

That meant joining Beacon. And to be accepted, Dadbert used every bit of his mangrit to beat John into shape. And after everything he went through, his acceptance letter was almost a forgone conclusion. He did really well on his entrance test, and got a letter of recommendation from his fatherly teacher.

The direct participation in having John accepted didn't stop Dadbert from having his pride swell, but that's just a quirk that would never change, and John just got used to it.

After his letter arrived, he immediately accessed to CCT computer at his home to contact his friends and see if they had gotten accepted as well.

John, being homeschooled, never really had the opportunity to make friends in Vale, but him having a computer with cross continental transmission potential at his home really broadened his world to find friends.

He ended up finding such friends; and friends they were for, even though they've never met personally, they've been talking ever since they were thirteen years old.

Dave was from Atlas, Jade was from Vacuo and Rose was from Mistral. John came to befriend Dave through gaming forums and then the two girls through Dave.

Dave liked to seem cool and aloof, but was quite the big nerd, something John noticed immediately with how opinionated he was about the X-Ray and Vav movie. He was quite skilled at producing music, and quite average at rapping, both things confirmed whenever he sent John his tracks. He liked to spend a lot of time online to escape the pestering of his older brother who always had some "training" or "cool ironic shit" to show him. Dave used to admire his bro, but now he grew tired of his attitude, as the "training" was mostly one-sided beatdowns, and the "cool ironic stuff" was just strange most of the time.

Rose on the other hand was genuinely witty and sarcastic, often engaging in banter with Dave and always coming on top. One of her main hobbies was knitting and she had quite a taste for literature of any kind, but was mostly interested in stories about wizards. She also had quite the fascination with Grimm zoology, often trying to understand their behaviors, discover different types and learn more about the Ancient Ones: Grimm that have fought and survived for so long that they gained sentience and acquired intelligence. They were probably just myths, but Rose didn't think so. She wanted to learn more.

And last, but not least, Jade was a dog faunus from Vacuo. Her disposition was as sunny as Vacuo itself and she was quite proud of her heritage no matter what others thought of her. She was raised by her human grandfather, an expert sharpshooter that taught her all she knew. She was also quite a skilled musician, playing the dust bass like a pro. But the one thing that she took real pride in was her gardening skills. Being able to grow stuff in a desertic place like Vacuo was a big challenge, but her greenhouses thrived like no one could ever expect, with her biggest production being of pumpkins. Her green thumb was incontestably legendary, much like her aim.

The four of them never met, but that would soon change as they have planned for a long time to go to the same hunter school when they finally reached the right age. And after not much need for convincing, they all settled for Beacon as Dave wanted to escape his brother's shadow in Atlas, Jade wanted to come to a better climate to learn more gardening techniques, and Rose simply wanted to travel out of Mistral for a change.

So on that day when he showed his letter through the CCT computer, he couldn't help but smile widely when he was shown three other similar letters back to him.

So now he was out to buy Dust for his weapon. Can't start a good school year without the essential supplies. And what better school supply than fuel crystals with huge potential for destruction, am I right?

It's normally hard to find a Dust shop open up after nightfall, but John knew a place, From Dust Till Dawn. He was friendly with the old man that owned the shop as he always hung around to read the Jokers Weekly, where he picked up practical jokes and magic tricks to play on his friends in the future. Meanwhile he just practiced them on his dad.

John entered through the shop's door to see himself directly facing the cashier. The old man behind the counter's face lit up with a smile as soon as John's foot stepped in the establishment.

"Hey pops, how's the health" the young man asked with a grin on his face as he approached.

"Oh, you know, same as always. These old bones may be getting fragile, but I'm still up and kicking. Will be for at least twenty more years if I say so myself" the old man smiled as John giggled a bit "So, are you going to the back to waste time? New edition of your favourite magazine has just arrived"
"Nope!" John said cheerfully "This time around I'm just after that sweet, sweet Dust. I'm suddenly in the need of some more" he paused as his smile grew "... because I just got accepted into Beacon. Isn't that awesome!?" he couldn't help but jump up and down a bit, using the countertop as leverage.

"Hey, don't do that! The glass might break" the old man admonished.

"Oops, sorry" John stopped and rubbed his head sheepishly as he looked down at the glass showcase, dozens of different types of Dust crystals on display.

With a tired sigh, the old man relented "No problem, John, just be more careful in the future. But still, I'm proud of you, sonny. Entering Beacon is no small feat" the old man smiled "Now, what are you in the need of?"

"Just some medium cut crystals. The ones with eight sides you know? Of as many kinds you have. Surprise me, even. If I don't know what's coming, neither will the Grimm" he whispered the last part in a conspirative tone.

"Still going for the unpredictable fighting style?" the shop's owner asked with a raised eyebrow as he started picking up crystals from below the counter

"Hey, the enemies can't figure out what I'm doing if I can't either" John joked "Not that I never know what I'm doing. I always kind of know vaguely what's up during a fight. Besides, I can always just strike normally if I'm feeling insecure about the odds"

"Whatever you say, kiddo" he said putting a bag filled with crystals shaped like eight-sided dice "That will be two hundred and fifty lien" the old man finished with a smirk.

"Jeez, that was not the type of surprise I was asking for" John complained as he reached for his wallet. He knew from past experience that Dust wasn't cheap, but this was his first time buying a large quantity. Nothing better to put a hole on your funds, that's for sure. "I'm not sure if my wallet will survive being a huntsman-in-training"

"Don't be too bummed, sonny. When you start at Beacon the school will cover most of your ammo expenses. That includes Dust crystals" the wizened shop owner empathised while graciously accepting John's money and handing him the bag.

"Shit, man, I really hope that's true, because that was half my allowance, and the month just started" the future hunter-in-training complained as he produce a yellow and blue box-like thing from his hip. Placing it on the countertop one could see that the box seemed folded into itself and had a big transparent red dome on the top of it.

Opening up the dome, John poured all the different types of crystals into the compartment inside and closed it up before placing it on his hip again.

"Sooo… you said that Jokers Weekly has arrived?" John asked with obvious eagerness.

"Knock yourself out, sonny" the elderly man couldn't help but smile.

"Thanks, pops!" John exclaimed as he half ran to magazine racks.

Arriving there he spotted a relatively familiar figure cloaked in red. She wore a black and red dress with a corset, similarly colored combat boots, and pantyhose covering her legs.

Oh, and of course the aforementioned hooded cloak.

He has never talked to this girl, nor had he actually seen her face well enough, but she was there quite a lot. He once called out to her in hopes of making a friend that actually lived in the same kingdom as him, but she just ignored him. That didn't really motivate him to continue his efforts, although he does see her often enough to make him want to try again.

Sighing, John grabbed the magazine and looked at the clock. He had around half an hour to read a bit before heading home if he had any intention of arriving home on time for dinner.

As soon as he opened the magazine, though, he heard a smarmy sounding voice coming from the entrance say "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a dust shop open this late?"

Another voice, more gruff and hoarse this time, seemed to snort "You make it sound like we spent the whole night searching instead of just heading straight here"

"Just point a gun at the man, Slick" the smarmy voice seemed to sigh.

Turning around to get a peek at the newcomer, he got a glimpse of a gangster-looking, eyepatch-wearing dude with crisp black suit and fedora pointing a gun at old pops. One could observe that the hand holding the gun seemed to be robotic in nature.

As a reaction, John pressed himself against the shelf behind him, instinctively hiding from the criminals.

"Please, just take my lien and leave" he heard the old man beg.

The apparent ringleader, a redhead with black eyeliner, a white suit and a contrasting black bowler hat, shushed the elderly shop owner "Calm down. We're not here for your money" he turned to his lackeys "Grab the Dust".

The lackey's then produced a storage box and placed it on the counter-top before opening it up and retrieving fuel cylinders from it. The men then directed themselves to the Dust dispensers at both sides of the shop absorbing the ground dust of the dispensers into the fuel cylinders.

Meanwhile, bowler hat dude talked to old pops "Crystals" he demanded "Burn, uncut" he specified

Then one of the lackeys seemed to take notice of the hooded girl reading her Weapons Magazine and called out to her as he pulled out a blade "Alright kid, put your hands where I can see them.

And to John's surprise, she ignored him too. Wow, was this girl that stuck up? Ignoring a random dude you don't know is one thing, but ignoring a mugger is a whole 'nother level. Does she have a death wish or something?

"Hey, I said hands in the air. You got a death wish or something"

Words straight out of John's thoughts, thug. Good to see they were so in sync.

The man strode over to the girl and pulled her by the shoulder, lowering her hood as a result, revealing… headphones.

Sheesh, no wonder she wasn't responding. That's probably what happened when John tried to make friends with her at first. He sure got the wrong idea on the girl.

And speaking about the girl, gosh damn she was cute. Her hair was a deep shade of red that looked almost black save for the tips. Her silver eyes were contoured with purple eyeshadow, and a cute button nose placed itself on the center of her face.

The thug, patience seemingly waning, pointed to his ears, prompting the girl to remove her headphones.

"Yes?" she asked curtly.

"I said, put your hands in the air, now!" the thug repeated himself.

"Are you… robbing me?" the girl asked with certain uncertainty.

"Yes!" the thug confirmed, filled with exasperation.

"Oh…" the girl drawled out, her eyes narrowing and a smirk coming upon her face.

Then, out of the fucking left field, completely unexpectedly, and frankly in a pretty badass manner, the girl simply raised her knee and kicked outwards, sending the man flying.

"Holy shit" John whisper shouted.

Bowler hat dude, seeing the commotion, sent another one of his lackeys at the silver-eyed girl.

"Freeze!" the grunt yelled, pointing a gun at her and charging up a shot.

Just when John thought about doing something, and blinking in the process, he could no longer see the girl. Her disappearance was immediately followed by the sound of shattering glass.

Abandoning any premise of stealth, John walked out of cover, peeking out of the destroyed window to see the girl getting up from a crouch, a giant red scythe unfolding itself over her shoulder as she smirked before furrowing her brow and giving the scythe some soins before locking in on a battle stance.

"Woah, that's fucking awesome" John couldn't help but say out loud, causing the gangsters to look back at him for a split second, eyepatch dude focusing on him.

Bowler hat man didn't seem to share his opinion as he drawled out in a bewildered tone "Okay…" he looked at his cronies "get her" he prompted with continued bewilderment.

At that prompt, the mooks sprung into action, and so did John.

Pressing a button on the box-like object on his hip, the thing began to unfold just like the scythe had before. From its side the box sprung up a handle with a rotatable grip, which he immediately grabbed. A hook-like trigger was also attached to the grip.

The handle extended itself a bit at the same time the box's blue bottom expanded into a hammer's face. From the yellow middle sprouted a curved spearhead aligned with the handle. And on the side opposite to the face lay the red dome filled with the now glowing Dust crystals.

Now with a weapon in hand, John rushed into the fray, paying attention to the red girl's maneuvers with her scythe. She was absolutely killing it, planting her weapon on the ground and spinning around it to kick a goon in the face.

Immediately after that she jumped forward, holding her weapon horizontally over her back with both hands. She squeezed a trigger firing a shot that made her gain momentum for a spin attack that sent two mooks flying high, before smashing a third one with the blunt side of her scythe.

Holy shit, she was good.

Too distracted by the awesome, John didn't notice he was being attacked until he was hit square on the cheek with a cast iron horse head.

Reeling from the sudden attack, John tried to deflect the second attack coming his way, succeeding only partially and feeling the shock of the blow on his arms. This brief respite, however, gave him the opportunity to catch a glimpse of his attacker.

That being, of course, the eyepatch dude with the robot arm. The man smirked as he raised his cast iron walking stick and struck too fast for John's eyes to follow, hitting him square in the stomach with the horse head part of it yet again.

"Well, Red, I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd love to stick around, I'm afraid this is where we part wa- argh"

Skidding right out the door, he heard the smarmy voice of of the bowler hat guy talking until it was interrupted by a yelp and the sound of weapon being misfired.

Two bodies became tangled on the ground as one fell over the other

"Augh, get off me, dude" John complained as he pushed the white suit gangster off of him as he tried to stand up and create some distance between them, his hood coming off"

"Are you ok?" the red caped girl asked him. Looking back at her he could notice her head was tilted inquisitively as well as some some mild concern on her face.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just got a bit blindsided" he laughed sheepishly "Jeez, how embarrassing" he then whispered to himself.

"Slick, would it hurt you to have some Oum-damned battlefield awareness" the white-suited gangster growled as he got up and glared at his partner as the latter walked out of the door

"You wouldn't have been hit if you didn't spend precious time taunting teenage girls, Torchwick" the man, apparently named Slick, bit back "The way you talk so much, they see your attacks coming from a mile away. Glasses boy over there didn't see me coming 'cause I know how to keep quiet. Ain't that right kiddo?" the fedora-wearing gangster grinned at John.

"Yeah, I mean, I guess you're kind of right about that" John conceded distractedly before shaking his head and gripping his hammer tight "But screw that! Give old pops his Dust back before I come over there and make you"

"Oh, I'm trembling in my boots, kiddo" Slick mocked before quickly pulling out a white revolver and shooting at John's feet.

Before any of both teens could react, a spiky ice wall exploded towards them, forcing them both jump back to avoid damage.

John then rotated the grip on his hammer and rushed the ice, pulling the trigger as his hammer slammed itself into the ice. Thunder resounded as lightning shot out from the weapon, causing spiderweb cracks to spread all over the wall. Less than a second later the wall shattered, being reduced to what basically qualified as shaved ice.

"Well, that wasn't what I had intended, but it worked!" John exclaimed excitedly before noticing that there was no one standing beyond the wall anymore "Hey, where did they go?"

"Over there!" the redheaded scythe wielder beside him yelled, pointing out at two figures climbing up a ladder at the side of a building.

"Hey pops, you okay if we go after them?" John asked the shop owner.

"Give 'em hell, sonny" the old man nodded tiredly.

"After you" John told the girl with a smile that she reciprocated as she ran and leaped over the building in a single bound.

John soon followed, coming beside her as she yelled out at the criminals "Hey!"

"Persistent" he could hear the Torchwick guy grumble out.

"Heh, if I didn't know any better I'd say the squirt has a crush on you, Torchwick" his partner, Slick, joked as said squirt yelled indignantly.

Before Torchwick could rebuff Slick any longer, a Bullhead rose from from below the building and opened its door for the gangsters to step in.

Once inside, Torchwick turned on his heel and smiled evilly "Red, Blue. It's end of the line for you two" he said as he chucked a raw Burn crystal at their feet and fired an explosive shot from his cane, resulting in an even bigger explosion.

John braced for an impact that never came, as a caped figure appeared in front of them both and shielded them from the blast

Whooping and laughing at his apparent success at killing two teenagers, Torchwick frowned when he looked again to see stern green eyes glaring at him.

"Hoo, have a look at that fine dame" Slick commented loudly beside Torchwick, eyeing the new arrival.
Not appreciating Slick's comment, said dame furrowed her stern brow even further and started shooting purple projectiles at the Bullhead, causing both gangsters to stagger.

Torchwick then rushed inside the ship's cockpit and after a moment a shadowed figure stepped out from the cockpit in his place.

As a reaction, the obvious huntress in front of the kids threw what kind of looked like a spell, causing a storm cloud to appear over the airship. With another swish of her weapon, deadly ice spikes started to rain upon the thing.

Slick fired a couple of shots at the huntress in an attempt to make her lose concentration, which stopped the deadly rain for a split second.

That was more than enough time to allow for the shadowed newcomer to start shooting fireballs at them, which gave Slick an opportunity to retreat like his partner.

The fireball were deflected by the huntress before them, only for it to apparently splatter on the ground, and then rising as a pillar of fire that the huntress expertly dodged.

Gathering the rubble from the explosion with her apparent magic, the experienced huntress constructed an arrow and shot it towards the criminals.

The shadowed woman attempted to destroy the arrow only to have it reform and continue towards them.

The only thing that saved them was some expert reflexes coming from the pilot, who managed to deflect the rubble with the top of the airship.

The huntress wasn't done yet, apparently, for she made the rubble circulate the airship like snakes ready to lunge.

The fire lady wasn't having it, apparently, and caused a fire shockwave that dispersed all and any semblance of a threat those 'snakes' could've portrayed.

When it appeared that they were starting to get away, the girl beside him started firing her scythe in gun form as a last ditch effort.

Sadly the fire lady seemed to be able to deflect her shots with only the palm of her hands.

Then with a gesture, she rigged the ground below them to explode, making John roll forward to avoid it, and making the huntress have to pull the red girl alongside her.

The red girl stumbled, and the huntress stopped, but John trudged forward, intent on bringing that Bullhead down.

Seeing this, the fire lady shot another one of her fireballs at John, but he was prepared.

Praying to the gods for some good luck, he turned the grip on his handle and pulled the trigger as he swung at the fireball.

Fortunately, luck was on his side today as his swing came with anti-gravity enhancement, creating a repulsive field around his hammer that sent the fireball directly back to sender.

He noticed a slight widening of the eyes coming from the mysterious fire lady, as she apparently hadn't expected that. He grinned at his chance before his hopes were dashed as she simply threw another fireball to stop the one he sent back.

With nothing more he could do to stop them, John stopped on his tracks and sighed as the Bullhead closed its doors and flew away.

"So close" John lamented as he hung his head low, weapon retreating to its compact form.

The sound of someone clearing their throat prompted him to turn, only to be met with a cold green orbs giving him a stern look. The woman who saved them had light blonde hair gathered in a neat bun, and a swirly fringe framing her face. She wore a white blouse, black pants, a black corset, and librarian glasses. She really owned her look and would not look out of place shushing you for being rowdy. The only thing uncommon about her appearance was her stylishly tattered black and purple cape.

The words came out of both teen's mouths in unison "You're a huntress" they concluded.

"Thanks for saving us. That explosion would've hurt bad" John told the woman with gratitude, causing his impromptu partner to nod empathetically.

"Yeah, and what you did with your weapon, with the laser beams, and the storm clouds!" the girl gushed, filling John with energy himself.

"Yeah, and how you gathered the rubble from the explosions and sent it at them like an arrow, and then made it slither around the Bullhead like a snake. It was so awesome! Kind of like magic" he added.

"Was that your semblance?" both teens asked in unison yet again.

Their excitement seemed to make the serious-looking woman hesitate before answering.

"Yes" she said curtly, making John's smile widen.

"Sweet" he breathed out.

His partner nodded empathetically before turning to the huntress with an eager look "Can I have your autograph?"

That sentence seemed to snap the older woman out off her hesitation as her eyes narrowed "No. The only thing you're getting is a trip to the police station with me, do you hear me young lady? This reckless endangerment will not be treated lightly" the woman told the girl in an admonishing tone.

John could swear that he heard the red girl's mood deflating as her face fell.

Instinctively, he backed away, not wanting to be caught up on this punishment.

As if sensing his fear, the woman's eyes snapped back at him almost immediately after he took the first step "That means you too, young man."

John sighed. It seemed like he wasn't going to be home on time for dinner today.

So that was it! Hope you guys enjoyed this little project of mine. I always though John and Ruby would make some pretty good friends in the long run. They might have not interacted much here, but don't worry, this is just an introduction. I'm pretty excited about this little project.

So don't be afraid to give me your feedback and suggestions.

Cheers for all,

ParadoxVictor

Edit 09/07/16: corrected Roman's hat color. My bad...