[RWBY] Cuts of RWBY

[AndrewJTalon]

Just a place for my stray RWBY Plot bunnies and ideas to go.

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"Pyrrha. We need to talk."

It had come out of the blue. Jaune had looked uncharacteristically serious one afternoon after classes. He had taken her aside as they stood out of the way of the other students shuffling out of the classroom.

"We do?" Pyrrha asked quietly.

Jaune nodded.

"We do. Roof. Ten minutes."

It was so surprising, and for that reason it's why Pyrrha found herself on the roof where they trained. Jaune stood there, looking a bit awkward but very serious. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking very serious. Far from the usual goofball he presented himself.

She had to admit, it was very handsome on his usually goofy, handsome face.

"What is it, Jaune?" Pyrrha asked politely.

Jaune took a deep breath and hesitated… But he pushed through that to speak seriously.

"... For days now, you've been acting like you've got the fate of the world on your shoulders. Normally, I'd let it pass... But you're my friend, Pyrrha. My partner. I can tell it's bothering you."

He looked at her gently.

"So... Are you going to tell me what it is?"

Pyrrha, remembering Ozpin's words of secrecy, tried to deflect.

"It's... just the tournament and everything involved with it, there's a lot of expectations and-"

Jaune shook his head.

"Pyrrha. I know I can be dense... But I know when you're hurting from a deadly secret. I've carried one myself. We're partners. If you're compromised in some way, it might get both of us killed. So please... Tell me."

Pyrrha was still reluctant. Again, Ozpin's words to keep this secret flashed through her mind.

She was strong. She could handle this on her own.

That is why she was chosen, wasn't it?

"I... I can't really say it. Ozpin, everyone... it's something very sensitive..."

Jaune walked up, and rested his hands on her bare shoulders. He looked her right in the eyes, and she flushed at how close he was.

"Pyrrha. This isn't some copyright dispute with your cereal company. This is life or death."

Pyrrha breathed in deeply. Her feelings warred with her duty. Having Jaune this close made the decision much harder.

Yet… What should she choose in this situation?

The man who put this weight on her shoulders… Or the man offering to share it with her? Her partner?

Pyrrha very slowly nodded.

"... Okay... but I'm only telling this because... you have a right to know. You're my teammate, my partner."

She sat down on a crate they'd dragged up to the roof as a chair. Jaune sat down with her on a matching crate. He left one hand on her shoulder, and leaned forward.

"So?" Jaune prompted.

Pyrrha looked aside, awkwardly, before she slowly looked back at him.

"Professor Ozpin is trusting me with the powers of a woman named Amber. She's dying, and the person who put her in a bad way already has half her power. They're hoping that if they can give me what power she has left, I can get the rest of it back."

Jaune blinked.

"What kind of power?" Jaune asked.

Pyrrha shook her head.

"I don't know exactly, but they're incredible. Powerful enough to kill people over. To work with Roman Torchwick and the White Fang to get at."

Jaune's jaw dropped. His eyes looked back and forth, processing this. The keen mind that vanished behind his goofy antics was hard at work behind his eyes.

"It seems like... A lot of things are happening. All these Grim attacks. These powers... White Fang..."

He shook his head.

"I don't know what it all adds up to. But... You're involved in it now. And I want to help you, however I can."

He took her hand, and squeezed it tightly.

"So... How do you feel about all this? I mean... It's obviously a lot, I uh... What I mean is, how are you handling this?"

Pyrrha smiled softly. He could still be a goober, but his was so sincere.

"Honestly? I'm scared."

Jaune stared at her, and pulled her back into a hug.

"... I'd be scared too. Hell... I'd be crying. Like a baby."

"I feel like doing that sometimes," Pyrrha admitted softly. Jaune tightened his hug, and she breathed out a soft, happy sigh.

She would have killed to have him this close before! But now… It was cast in this melancholy shadow.

"So, uh… Have you been training your new powers?" Jaune asked.

Pyrrha shook her head.

"I haven't even gotten them yet."

Jaune blinked.

"... Did Ozpin tell you what they actually are? Or how to use them?"

"No, and... there's a huge risk in even transferring the powers."

Jaune's eyes narrowed.

"What kind of risk?"

"... That I might lose myself," Pyrrha admitted, with some difficulty, "That I might stop being Pyrrha. I-I might just… Become someone else."

Jaune stood up, furious. Pyrrha leaned back in shock as he got up and swore.

"What the fuck... What the hell is he playing at?!"

He stomped around angrily.

"Who does he think he is, some wizard in a children's book?! This is life or death and he's-What, playing fucking games?!"

Honestly, she'd never seen him so furious before... On her behalf! Her heart fluttered.

"J-Jaune..."

He turned back to her, and took her hand. She rose up back onto her feet as he held her palms between his. He was so… Empathic. It made her head feel light, how intense he was!

"Damnit... Pyrrha? Tomorrow we are going right to Ozpin, and we're getting some damn answers! Nora and Ren too! You shouldn't have to carry this burden all on your own, without knowing all the details! We're a team! And we support eachother!"

Pyrrha smiled warmly, fighting back some tears. She'd felt so alone, so worried, and yet… Her partner was there for her. Like he always had been.

"Thank you. Thank you so much Jaune."

Jaune was angrily muttering, distracted.

"Goddamnit he's so... Urgh... I'd... If he doesn't tell us all the details, I'm gonna sic Nora on him! I'll tell her he's gonna ban pancakes from the school! I'll let her break his LEGS! Erasing you, what does he think he's doing putting this all on you?! I'll!"

She hugged him tightly.

"Thank you," she said, much more firmly. She smiled lovingly into his eyes. He stuttered, and then flushed.
"I... Oh… Well... You're my partner, Pyrrha. I'd do anything for you. Because you'd do anything for me."

He was so close to her... He was warm... And well... Given her emotional state… She pressed forward with pursed lips.

They met together. With the setting sun, the stars peeking out of the twilight overhead, the silence, and the warmth of his skin and body… It was magical.

Everything was perfect… Then Jaune jerked back with a start.

"Ah... Sorry-!"

"N-No, no, I'm sorry," Pyrrha said quickly, shaking her head. "I-I just couldn't-!"

"It was my bad and I'm… I didn't mean to-"

"I wanted it!"

Jaune stared at her. She had never felt more terrified in her life than at this moment. She felt like she was holding onto him for dear life.

"I wanted it," she repeated firmly.

Jaune stared at her in silence for a long time. He blinked. He blinked again.

"Pyrrha, I…"

He coughed.

"Do… Do you want to kiss some more?"

Pyrrha laughed.

"Y-Yes! YES!"

He pressed his lips to hers, and everything was perfect again.

- - -

Feel free to post your own, as I've got a lot more coming.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

I also had an evil idea for a short: Blake and Yang take down Adam, Blake tries to confess to Yang... But...

Yang: "Oh, sorry. I'm with Jaune."

They share a messy kiss as Blake gapes.

Blake: "Wh-What?! YANG!"

Yang: cuddling with Jaune "Mm?"

Blake: "Wha-How could you be dating Jaune?!"

Yang: "Well, he was there for me when I lost my arm. We stayed in contact. We bonded over our trauma... I mean, I did have to jump him to make it clear I wanted him but..." Silly perverted grin "No complaints there. He always knows how to ARC my back~."

Jaune: blush "Yang..."

Yang: "What? I always wanted a little Jaune in me. Or not so little."

Jaune: blush "Yang...!"

Sun also shows up. Blake is like "Oh hey, he's simping for me, we can get back together!" And he just says hi to Blake before he kisses Weiss.

Blake: "Wait what?!"

Sun: "Oh, hey Blake!"

Blake: "Wha-How do you know each other?!"

Sun: "We've been texting and emailing each other since Beacon."

Blake: "Huh?! But you were-You were all about me!"

Sun: "I helped you out, but you just wanted to be friends. Weiss didn't want to be."

Weiss: "He's a good man, he's hot, and he pisses off my dad!" Smirk as she snuggles with Sun

Qrow appears, and hands a baby over to Yang and Jaune.

Qrow: "Picked him up from the babysitters."

Yang: "Thanks Uncle Qrow!"

Jaune: "Thank you so much!"

Blake: "WHA-YOU HAVE A BABY?!"

Jaune: "Uh yeah."

Yang: "We're also married."

Blake: "MARRIED?!"

Jaune: "We sent you a text but you never answered."

Ruby: "Awww... Hey baby Nick! Auntie Ruby is here!"

The baby giggles.

Blake: "I... Did I seriously not notice?! How?!"

Weiss: evil smile "You do tend to be utterly oblivious to anything that doesn't directly involve you, after all."

Blake: "No I'm not!"

Nora: "YAY! I'm pregnant!"

Blake: "YOU'RE WHAT?!"

Nora: "What, didn't you know? I-"

Blake: "ARRRRGGGHHHH!" She storms off

Nora: "-just found out right now! Way to go, Renny!"

Ren: looking like a dried husk "Y-Yeah... I'm... So happy..."

- - -

I mean, it can't go past a short because any more would come off as bashing, but it would be funny to just play up Canon!Blake's self-absorption until it's completely ridiculous.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Now, I don't mind Jaune Harems. I like them when they're well done, but I don't take them too seriously. This idea is that rather than Jaune starting it up... His mother, after learning he's at Beacon, storms in and makes things clear:

If he's going to be a Huntsman, he had BETTER give her GRANDBABIES!

And so she decides to "help" him...

- - -

Isabel: "Glynda! You're going to turn into a spinster!"

Glynda: "I'm only thirty-!"

Isabel: "YOUR EGGS ARE DRYING UP! HERE!" shoves Jaune at her "MY SON IS VIRILE ENOUGH TO KNOCK YOU UP UNTIL YOU'RE FIFTY!"

Glynda: "But-But he's my student-!"

Isabel: "That's spinster talk! GIVE ME SOME GRANDKIDS!"

- - -

Weiss: "Ah, Mrs. Arc, I don't really-?"

Isabel: "Listen, I understand my boy didn't do a good job of courting you. I'm so sorry. But look!" Hands her photos and video "Take another look, hm? Now that you're at least friends?"

Weiss: looks at the images and video of Jaune shirtless and doing farm chores... Blushes "O-Oh... My... He's so... Filthy!"

Isabel: "Yes. He knows how to do a man's work! Get his hands dirty and rough, work up a sweat, and survive in the wild! Better than any prissy Atlasian noble your father's tried to force upon you, right?"

Weiss: "I-I well, um, I-I mean-!"

Isabel: "How about you hold onto these... And think it over, hmmm?"

Weiss: bright red "I-I just, I mean, oh...!"

- - -

Pyrrha: "Mrs. Arc, I... I'm so glad to meet you. Your son is my partner, my friend, he's such a wonderful person-!"

Isabel: "And you're in love with him but he can't tell and you can't say it, right?"

Pyrrha: "..." Bright red

isabel: laughs "Oh it's all right, sweetie! I was the same way with Jaune's father! He was so dense and I was so shy, it was ridiculous! But you know, there is a way to get past his obliviousness and your own fears."

Pyrrha: "Wh-What?"

Isabel: "Are you sure? You don't seem very strong willed-"

Pyrrha: leans forward, eyes wide "Mrs. Arc. I swear... I want him. I WANT TO HAVE TWELVE CHILDREN WITH HIM."

Isabel: "WONDERFUL! That's the proper attitude, young lady! It's very simple: Be absolutely direct. Sit him down and make it clear you love him and want to have his children."

Pyrrha: "That... That worked?!"

Isabel: "Of course it worked! ... Though some bondage did help."

Pyrrha: pulls out her notepad and a pencil "Tell me more, Mother-in-Law!"

Isabel: "Certainly my dear!"

- - -

Yang: "So, you're Vomit Boy's mom?"

Isabel: "Aw, you have pet names already? Wonderful!"

Yang: "Er, no, I mean, we're-we're just friends! Sort of-"

Isabel: "Yang Xiaolong, my dear. I was once in your position, long ago. A mere Double-Dee cup."

Yang: "Eh?!"

Isabel: "Just coasting through life having freedom and adventures and bar fights... But then I realized that what I really wanted? Was a family. My parents both died when I was young, I had to fend for myself. I was all alone... And then I met Nick. Here was a man who would never, ever abandon me. Who would love me and give me a home, and family. I mean, I still enjoy a proper bar brawl, but it's far better with a home of love and family to come back to. It really is."

Yang: sniffle "... H-How do you...?"

Isabel: "Raven Branwen is just that big of a cunt, Yang. She is the universal example of the worst mother in Remnant. It's okay." hugs her "It's all right... I'm here for you."

Yang: "Holy... Shit... What's happening...?" cries as Isabel comforts her

After a good cry and a pep talk...

Yang: "Thank you... I-I just... I could never put all that into words with anyone..."

Isabel: "It's all right, dear, it's all right... But of course, this is why I must forbid you from dating my son."

Yang: "Wait what?!"

Isabel: nods gravely "Yes, even though I think you two would be perfect together, there's no way a rebellious girl like you would ever be tempted to settle down with him, or share your life with him, or have nine children with him. Sorry, but I must forbid it. You're just not the sort of girl who would be interested in that kind of thing with him."

Yang: "I ABSOLUTELY WOULD BE! I-I'D BE THE BEST WIFE AND MOM EVER! AND I'D HAVE PLENTY OF KIDS WITH HIM!"

Isabel: "Pyrrha says she wants twelve kids with him."

Yang: "WHAT?! THAT SKANK-I'LL HAVE FOURTEEN WITH HIM!"

Isabel: "I'll believe it when I see it!"

Yang: "YOU'RE ON, YOU OLD HAG! YOUR SON IS GONNA BE CALLING ME MOMMY!"

Isabel: smirks on the inside "Sure you will~!" Kukuku... Just as planned!

- - -

Blake was reading in the library, trying to escape how weird everything had gotten...

Isabel: "Hello Blake!"

Blake: "Oh. Hello Mrs. Arc."

Isabel just sits there. Blake frowns but goes back to her book. Isabel keeps sitting there.

This persists for about two minutes before Blake sighs.

Blake: "... Can I help you with something?"

Isabel: "I just wanted to visit with you, since I'm getting to know all of my Jaune's friends."

Blake: "We're... I mean... We're sort of friends? But we don't really talk."

Isabel: "Ah. That's unfortunate."

Blake: "I'm not really in the mood to date, what with my ex being... Uh..."

Isabel: "A murderous psychopath?"

Blake: blinks "How does everyone keep finding out about that?"

Isabel: "Blake, dear, you didn't even change your name when you joined the school."

Blake: "Oh... Right..."

Isabel: "Hmmm..." Peers over to see the book Blake is really reading behind her book "Oh! I recognize that! Ninjas of Love, right?"

Blake: "I uh... Well, yes. I happen to like it-"

Isabel: "Oh good! So do I! My eldest daughter wrote it!"

Blake: jaw drops "What?!"

Isabel: "Saphron Terra-Cotta? That's my girl! She did need some references for some of the artwork and dialogue, so she used Jaune! Poor boy, having to go around in ninja gear..."

Blake: "W-Wait... Which character?"

Isabel: "Oh, um... Hmmm... Sora, I think?"

Blake: turns bright red

Isabel: "Dear, are you all right?"

Blake: The character I've written the most smut for...? Oh no...

Blake: "F-Fine!"

Isabel: "Well, I don't want to make it seem like I'm pressuring every girl to give me grandbabies, mind you. That would be ridiculous! I suppose that's the Faunus in me."

Blake: "Faunus?!"

She sniffs... Yes... Isabel has a trace of Faunus in her scent.

Isabel: "Oh, yes. We're distantly related to Lowe Aslan, the Lion Lord of the Faunus? It's not a big deal, really. His kingdom is long gone, after all, but it's a nice mark of pride for us. No pun intended."

Blake: slightly faint "Y-You... You mean you're descended... From Lowe Aslan, the Golden Lion Lord? The Breaker of Chains!? The one who started the Faunus Revolution?!"

Isabel: "Yes! We are very proud to have such a lineage. It's regrettable how things have gone between Faunus and humans in recent years, don't you think? It would be nice to make progress towards a more equal future again."

Blake: bright red "... Y-Yes, that would be good..."

Isabel: "But as I was saying, there's no need for me to push you at my Jaune. It would be completely unnatural and unfair."

Blake: "Y-Yes... Yes, very unfair..."

Isabel: beams "But you know, one whiff of a fertile girl and I can't help thinking about grandchildren. Sorry about that."

Blake: "D-Don't apologize for your Faunus roots! That's totally fine! Absolutely fine... Just out of curiosity, where is your son now?"

Isabel: "He's in training at the gym."

Blake: "Excuse me." She hurries off

Isabel: Waits... Then dials a number on her scroll "Kali?"

Kali: "Yes Isabel?'

Isabel: "Operation Grandkitties is go!"

Kali: "HUZZAH!"

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Our heroes are working in the weapons maintenance class. Jaune is working with Ruby to reforge Crocea Mors.

Ruby: "Don't worry, Jaune! I'll make your sword even better than before!"

Jaune: "Thanks Ruby, I don't want my family weapon to just fall apart."

Ruby: "It's not that bad, but it could use some tender loving care! Don't you, baby?"

Jaune: "Uh... Yeah."

Ruby: "Ooh! And I can add a gun to it!"

Jaune: "Er... No."

Ruby: "What? Come on! What's wrong with a gun? It'll be a big help-!"

Jaune: "I know Ruby, but uh... It's an Arc Family thing. See, whenever we get a gun? We... Change."

Ruby: "Change? Change how?"

Jaune: "Uh, forget it! I shouldn't have said anything! Just-No guns, okay?"

Ruby: looking suspicious "Hmmm..." Brightens "Okay!"

Jaune: sighs in relief

Later... When Jaune isn't looking... Ruby gets a Winchester Arms 45 pistol, and sneaks it with her when Teams RWBY and JNPR go on a training mission into the Emerald Forest.

She waits... She waits... She waits... Gets bored, eats cookies... Waits... But then...!

Jaune: "GRIMM INBOUND!"

They fight a pack of Beowulves. Jaune is doing pretty well... But a lucky strike from an Ursa knocks his sword out of his hands.

Jaune: "Shit-!"

Ruby: "JAUNE! CATCH!"

She throws the gun. She also gets Crescent Rose into sniper mode, to shoot and defend Jaune in case whatever happens is dangerous to him.

He catches the gun without thinking, and... A change comes over his. His eyes harden, then widen. He shoots the Ursa in the limbs, then blows it's head off with expert marksmanship.

Jaune: "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET, MOTHERFUCKER!"

The other teams kind of... Pause, as Jaune rampages with the pistol: Blasting apart Grimm while cursing.

Jaune: "YEAH MOTHERFUCKER! THIS IS FOR LIBERTY AND FREEDOM! FUCK YOU, BALLDRAGGERS! RUBY! GET ME MORE CLIPS, DARLING!"

Ruby: "S-Sure!" She tosses them

Jaune: "FUCK YEAH!"

He gets hit by a King Taijitsu, but Jaune just gets right back up and shoots the Grimm in the eyes before punching into its throat and ripping out various organs.

Jaune: "YEAAAAHHH! COAT ME IN YOUR BLOOD YOU MONSTER! TEACH THE REST OF THE GRIMM TO FLEE FROM ME LIKE THE PUSSIES THEY ARE!" He fires repeatedly, blowing away more Beowulves "UP YOUR ASSES, YOU ABOMINATIONS! I'M MAKING THE WORLD SAFE FOR MANKIND AND DEMOCRACY! HOOORAAAAAHHHHH!"

The rest of the Grimm are dispatched. Pyrrha hesitantly approaches Jaune.

Pyrrha: "Um, Jaune? Are you-MMPH?!"

And Jaune yanks her into a tonsil twirling, lewd, messy and noisy kiss.

Jaune: "FWAH! THAT'S FOR BEING A GOOD SOLDIER, PYRRHA! KEEP THIS UP AND I'LL PROMOTE YOU TO MOTHER OF TEN OF MY CHILDREN!"

Pyrrha: bright red, stutters, grins like a schoolgirl "S-Sir, yes sir~!"

Jaune: "HOORAH! GREAT JOB, REN! STONE COLD MOTHERFUCKER, THAT'S YOU! KEEP ICIN' THOSE GRIMM!"

Ren: "... Thank you sir."

Jaune: "NORA! YOU ARE MY DARLING ANGEL OF DESTRUCTION AND YOU'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG! KEEP IT UP!"

Nora: "SIR YES SIR!" salutes

Weiss: "RUBY WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

Ruby: "I JUST GAVE HIM A GUN-MMPH?!"

And Jaune kisses her too.

Jaune: "MWAH! GREAT JOB, ROSE! KEEP IT UP AND YOU'LL MAKE SIDEPIECE!"

Ruby: dazed, giggles "O-Okay!"

Yang: "JAUNE! WHAT THE FUCK-?!"

Jaune: "XIAO-LONG! GOOD VIOLENCE! WAY TO MAKE THOSE DAMN GRIMM EAT THEIR SPINES! FUCK 'EM UP LIKE THE BOMBSHELL YOU ARE!"

Yang: "I... Well, yeah, but kissing my sister is way past the line-!"

Jaune: "I'LL GET TO YOU LATER ONCE I'VE CHEWED OUT THE DAMN PRINCESS AND KITTY! SCHNEE!"

Weiss: "Arc, what the hell is-?!"

Jaune: "YOUR ONLY ANSWER SHOULD BE 'SIR YES SIR', SCHNEE! THAT WAS A SHITTY PERFORMANCE, DAMNIT!"

Weiss: "But-I-!"

Jaune: "SIR YES SIR!"

Weiss: "S-SIR YES SIR!"

Jaune: "THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING?! YOUR TEAMMATES NEED YOU TO CAST YOUR MAGIC FUCKING MISSILES, NOT DANCE LIKE A BALLERINA! YOU CAN CAST LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING WIZARD! ACT LIKE IT, SOLDIER!"

Weiss: "S-Sir yes sir!"

Jaune: "BELLADONNA! FRONT AND CENTER!"

Blake: "I don't really know what's-!"

Ruby: "YOU HEARD HIM, SOLDIER! FRONT AND CENTER!"

Blake: startled, but obeys

Jaune: "YOUR NINJA SHIT IS GOOD, SOLDIER! BUT YOUR FAUNUS WOE IS ME SHIT DON'T FLY OUT HERE WHEN YOU'VE GOT GRIMM TRYING TO EAT YOU FROM THE ASSHOLE UP!"

Blake: "Wha-What does that even mean-?"

Jaune: "SIR YES SIR!"

Blake: "S-SIR YES SIR!"

Jaune: "YOUR PARTNER WAS GETTIN' SWARMED, BELLADONNA! SHAPE UP AND LOOK OUT FOR HER OR I'LL HAVE YOU COURT MARTIALED! THEN YOU'LL GET A REAMING LIKE ONLY IN YOUR DAMN SMUT BOOKS! IS THAT CLEAR?!"

Blake: "S-SIR YES SIR!"

Jaune: "ALL RIGHT! WE SURVIVED! BUT WE CAN AFFORD TO DO BETTER!! EVERYONE DROP AND GIVE ME FIFTY, DAMNIT!"

Professor Port: "Teams RWBY and JNPR! You passed the test, why are you still here?"

Jaune: "SIR! MY TEAMS ARE NOT PERFORMING AS WELL AS THEY CAN, SIR! SO I AM INSTRUCTING THEM AND HARDENING THEM FOR THE NEXT ENGAGEMENT, SIR!"

Weiss: "Help us Professor, he's gone insane-!"

Port: "Ah! Carry on, Mister Arc! Miss Rose! It's good to see some of the old Valean fire still exists!"

Jaune: "SIR! CAN WE GET SOME AIR SUPPORT ON THE NEXT MISSION, SIR?!"

Port: "I'll see what I can do. I miss the old days. Ah, the smell of napalm in the morning. Smelled like victory!"

Jaune: "SIR YES SIR!"

- - -

Jaune sees Cardin picking on Velvet.

Jaune: "Geez... I gotta do something..."

Nora: "GO ON, SARGE! KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO HIM!"

Jaune: "Nora, I told you, I'm not gonna do that again! It's too freaky-!"

Ruby, Pyrrha, Yang, and Weiss all shove guns into Jaune's hands.

Blake: "Wait, seriously?!"

Weiss: blush "It-It's about time he took charge!"

Yang: blush "Yeah! Vomit Boy's never been better with a gun in his hand!"

Pyrrha: blush "I-I don't want to be kissed again, or-or anything!"

Ruby: blush "I WANT TO GET KISSED AGAIN!"

Yang: "RUBY!"

Ruby: "WHAT?!"

Jaune has gotten up from his seat and stormed up to Cardin, who is unaware of Jaune's change.

Cardin: "The hell do you want, Jaune-?!"

Jaune: "THAT'S SARGE TO YOU, SOLDIER! OR SIR! OR THE RIGHT HAND OF GOD ALMIGHTY! ATTEN HUT!"

Cardin, shocked, nevertheless feels some compulsion to stand at attention.

Cardin: "What the-?!"

Velvet: "J-Jaune, what are you-?!"

Jaune: "YOU TOO, SOLDIER!"

Velvet: "E-EEP!" She does so "Yes sir!"

Jaune: "NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I SEEN SUCH DISGRACEFUL CONDUCT! WE ARE AT WAR! GLORIOUS WAR, FOR THE SAKE OF FREEDOM, LIFE, AND DEMOCRACY AGAINST THE GRIMM MENACE! WHETHER YOU ARE BLACK, WHITE, MALE, FEMALE, GAY, STRAIGHT, FAUNUS, MAN, HOT, NOT-HOT, OR EVEN BRITISH, WE HAVE A COMMON ENEMY! WE ARE BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN ARMS, SOLDIERS! YOU WILL NOT ACT SO DISGRACEFULLY AGAIN! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"

Cardin and Velvet: "SIR YES SIR!"

Jaune: "YOUR ATTEMPTS AT MAKING OUT ARE PITIFUL!"

Cardin: "S-Sir?!"

Jaune: "SCHNEE! FRONT AND CENTER!"

Weiss: "Huh?!"

Jaune: "ON THE DOUBLE!"

Weiss: "Y-Yes sir!"

Weiss quickly rushes up to Jaune's side. Jaune then proceeds to dip her in a tonsil clearing kiss that leaves Weiss bright red and panting happily after.

Jaune: "THAT THERE IS PROPER MAKEOUT PROCEDURE! WHAT YOU TWO ARE DOING IS AN UTTER DISGRACE! IT MAKES ME SICK!"

Cardin: "B-But we aren't-We weren't-!"

Jaune: "BUT! BUT! BUTTTT! BUTTS ARE WHAT I'M GONNA KICK IF YOU TWO DON'T SHAPE UP! NOW WINCHESTER!"

Cardin: "S-Sir!"

Jaune: "YOU ARE GOING TO HOLD YOUR SISTER-IN-ARM'S HAND!"

Cardin: "Sir?!"

Jaune: "ON THE DOUBLE, PUSSY!"

Cardin takes Velvet's hand.

Jaune: "VERY GOOD, WINCHESTER! YOU CAN USE YOUR GODDAMNED OPPOSABLE THUMBS! FUCKING BRILLIANT! NOW SOLDIER, IS IT NICE HOLDING HANDS WITH A HOT ALL-VALEAN BUNNY GIRL?!"

Velvet: "Um, I'm from Atlas, sort of-"

Jaune: "DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK, SCARLATINA?!"

Velvet: "EEP! N-NO SIR!"

Jaune: "THEN SHUT YOUR YAP! WINCHESTER, REPORT!"

Cardin: "Y-Yes sir, I like holding hands!"

Jaune: "SCARLATINA! DO YOU LIKE HOLDING HANDS?!"

Velvet: "Y-YES SIR!"

Jaune: "THAT'S GODDAMNED LEWD, SOLDIER! THE BEST KIND OF LEWD! WINCHESTER!"

Cardin: "Sir!"

Jaune: "YOU WILL GO BOND WITH YOUR SISTER-IN-ARMS! YOU WILL TAKE HER ON A DATE! YOU WILL DRESS NICE! YOU WILL ENSURE THAT YOU BOTH HAVE A GOOD TIME!"

Cardin: "Uh, sir-"

Jaune: "DID I ASK YOU A QUESTION, SOLDIER?!"

Cardin: "N-no sir!"

Jaune: "GOOD! ASK HER OUT, SOLDIER!"

Cardin: "DO YOU-Er... Do you want to go out?"

Velvet: "I uh... I mean... Sure?"

Jaune: "THAT IS PUSSY TALK, SCARLATINA! YES OR NO, SOLDIER?!"

Velvet: "Y-YES! YES I WILL GO OUT WITH HIM!"

Jaune: "GOOD! NOW! AFTER YOU HAVE A GOOD DATE, YOU WILL THEN ENGAGE IN COITUS! AND YOUR BONDS WILL DEEPEN SO YOU WILL BE BETTER PREPARED FOR THE GLORIOUS FIGHT AGAINST THE GRIMM MENACE! AND THEN YOU MAY CONTINUE TO GO ON DATES, THEN MARRIAGE AS THE FINAL STEP IN FORTIFYING YOUR BONDS! IS THAT CLEAR?!"

Velvet and Cardin: "SIR YES SIR!"

Jaune: "GET ON IT!"

The two head off, still holding hands, blushing and looking very confused.

Weiss: "Uh... Jaune, I'm... A little confused-"

Jaune: slaps her bottom

Weiss: "EEP!"

Jaune: "I'M TRYING TO TURN RACISM INTO HAPPY BONDING BETWEEN SOLDIERS, SCHNEE! IF IT WORKS, WE'LL HAVE ONE MORE PAIR OF COMRADES IN ARMS WHO WILL FIGHT TO THE DEATH FOR THEIR HAPPY ENDING! A HAPPY ENDING INVOLVING POTENTIALLY DOZENS OF NEW SOLDIERS FOR THE GLORIOUS FIGHT FOR FREEDOM AND DEMOCRACY!"

Weiss: "Y-Yessir!"

Jaune: "AS YOU WERE, SCHNEE!"

Weiss: "... Making out with you?"

Jaune: "YES!"

Weiss: blush "SIR YES SIR!"

- - -

Later, after emotions and hormones have died down a lot and Jaune is more clear headed...

Weiss: "But... How? Why?"

Jaune: "No clue. Maybe it's some kind of wacky Semblance for my family? But yeah, the moment we get a gun or smell napalm... We kind of change."

Yang: grins "Hoorah! It's awesome, Jaune!"

Ruby: pouts "You're only saying that because of that kiss!"

Yang: blush "Well, that and the way he fed that Ursa its spleen was art, Ruby. Now, go on and play with your toys, the adults are talking-"

Ruby: "I'M THE ONE WHO FIGURED IT OUT! I GAVE HIM THE GUN!"

Jaune: "LADIES! ENOUGH! Geez...!"

Weiss: "But... Your whole family?! I-I just... It's too insane! It makes no sense!"

Jaune: "Well what else could it be?!"

Blake: "You're mentally ill and just made up that story to appease us for some reason?"

Jaune: sighs "Hang on..." He makes a call "Hey, Terra? Yeah, can you put Saphron on? Give me a second."

Jaune plugs his Scroll into a holoprojector, and in an instant, Saphron and Terra Cotta-Arc, Jaune's sister and sister-in-law, are on screen. They have baby Adrian with them, too.

Jaune: "Hey Sis."

Saphron: "Hey Jaune! What's up?"

Jaune: sigh "I got a gun in my hand and-"

Saphron: nods sagely "Ahhhh. They don't believe you, huh?"

Jaune: "Nope."

Saphron hands Adrian to Terra. Terra hands Saprhon a gun. Saphron sucks in a deep breath... Then glares.

Saphron: "LISTEN YOU STD RIDDEN WHORES! MY BROTHER'S RIGHT! PUT A GUN IN AN ARC'S HAND AND WE BECOME LEAN, MEAN, FIGHTIN' MARINES FOR FREEDOM AND DEMOCRACY! NOW YOU BITCHES BETTER BEHAVE YOURSELVES AND GIVE MY BROTHER A HORDE OF NEPHEWS AND NIECES FOR ME TO SPOIL, MOTHERFUCKERS!"

Jaune: "Saphron, woah, I think that's enough-"

Saphron: "DON'T TALK TO ME WHEN YOU'RE BEING A PUSSY, JAUNE!"

Jaune: "FINE!" He grabs his gun "DON'T GIVE ME THAT LIP, SOLDIER, OR WE'RE GONNA HAVE SOME MOTHER FUCKING PROBLEMS!"

Saphron: "DON'T GIVE ME LIP, PUSSY! NOT UNLESS YOU CAN BACK IT UP!"

Jaune: "FINE! OLD ARC MARINE TRADITION! WHOEVER KILLS THE MOST MOTHERFUCKING GRIMM IN AN HOUR WINS!"

Saphron: "FINE BY ME! I LOVE YOU, YOU LITTLE FUCKING PUSSY BROTHER OF MINE!"

Jaune: "I LOVE YOU TOO, BIG SISTER BITCH!"

They both run off. Weiss is gaping in disbelief.

Weiss: "Wha... But... WHY DID YOU HAVE A GUN READY TO GO LIKE THAT?!"

Terra: blush "... It's Friday night for us, so-"

Weiss: "NEVERMIND! FORGET I ASKED!"

Blake: "I wouldn't mind hearing more-"

Weiss: "DAMNIT BLAKE!"

- - -

Headmaster Ozpin and Glynda Goodwitch wait in the former's office. And naturally, there is a certain subject that Goodwitch would like to talk about.

Goodwitch: "Headmaster, I was dubious at best when you let Jaune Arc in. Now, I think we might be better off expelling him."

Ozpin: "Nonsense! Student morale has never been higher. The use of Dust grenades and air support has greatly improved our mission success and the defenses of Vale! Even the exchange students are getting along! The young man has great charisma!"

Goodwitch: "He firebombed the Emerald Forest!"

Ozpin: "They're trees, they'll grow back."

Goodwitch: sighs "He also seems to have lost his indoor voice."

Ozpin: "Glynda, the Arc Family are fearsome warriors, but to become so, they gained some... Eccentricities. But I assure you, it is well worth it to allow these eccentricities."

The elevator doors open, and Jaune Arc steps out. He walks up to the desk and salutes.

Jaune: "HEADMASTER! PROFESSOR! I HAVE BROUGHT PAPERWORK THAT REQUIRES YOUR ATTENTION, SIR AND MA'AM!"

Glynda: sighs

Ozpin: "What kind of paperwork, Mister Arc?"

Jaune: "PER YOUR INSTRUCTIONS TO FIND MEANS OF IMPROVEMENT IN BEACON'S OPERATIONS, I TOOK THE LIBERTY OF ASKING MY SISTER-IN-LAW FOR ASSISTANCE! SHE HAS PROVIDED SOFTWARE PROGRAMS THAT WILL ALLOW PAPERWORK TO BE COMPLETED IN MINUTES INSTEAD OF DAYS, WITH ONLY A MINOR INCREASE IN THE IT BUDGET, SIR AND MA'AM!"

Glynda looks it over. Her eyes widen in shock.

Glynda: "I... They would... Will you sign off on it, Headmaster?"

Ozpin: "Of course! Anything to make your paperwork load more manageable, Glynda. I asked Mister Arc to look into this with you in mind."

Jaune: "SIR YES SIR! LOGISTICS IS THE KEY TO MILITARY OPERATIONS! IMPROVING LOGISTICS IMPROVES EVERY OTHER ASPECT OF THE MILITARY LIFE, SIR AND MA'AM!"

Goodwitch: "Well... Uh... Thank you, Mister Arc, Headmaster. It's very much appreciated."

Jaune: "IN ADDITION! THIS WILL GIVE YOU ENOUGH TIME TO DATE, MA'AM!"

Goodwitch: "I'm sorry?"

Jaune: "A BEAUTIFUL, INTELLIGENT, AND POWERFUL HUNTRESS LIKE YOURSELF SHOULD NOT BE CHAINED TO A DESK, MA'AM! YOU SHOULD GET TO ENJOY ALL ASPECTS OF FREEDOM AND DEMOCRACY, INCLUDING A HAPPY MARRIAGE AND CHILDREN IF YOU SO WISH! IF IT WAS NOT AGAINST SCHOOL REGULATIONS, I MYSELF WOULD HAPPILY FATHER YOUR CHILDREN IF ALLOWED, MA'AM!"

Goodwitch burns bright red and gapes at him. He's yelling, but he doesn't change his tone.

Ozpin: smirks and hides a chuckle "Very good, Mister Arc, though a bit forward."

Jaune: "SIR YES SIR! I ALSO FOUND MONEY IN THE BUDGET FOR FLIGHT TRAINING, TO GIVE US READY CLOSE AIR SUPPORT!"

Ozpin: "Really? That much? From where?"

Jaune: "THE COFFEE BUDGET, SIR! IT IS EXCESSIVELY LARGE FOR THE INSTITUTION!"

Ozpin: coughs "That-I'm afraid the coffee budget is non-negotiable-"

Goodwitch: evil grin "It sounds wonderful to me, Mister Arc! Headmaster Ozpin will sign off on that, count on it." Glares death at Ozpin

Ozpin: coughs "I'll... Consider it. Anything else, Mister Arc?"

Jaune: "SIR! MY FEMALE TEAMMATES HAVE REQUESTED THE OPTION OF MATERNITY LEAVE! AS SERGEANT, I HAVE RESPECTFULLY DECLINED THEIR REQUESTS BUT MUST PASS THEIR REQUESTS TO MY COMMANDING OFFICER PER REGULATIONS! WHILE I INTEND TO HAVE MANY CHILDREN BECAUSE LARGE LOVING FAMILIES ARE THE FRUITS OF FREEDOM AND DEMOCRACY, I CANNOT IN GOOD CONSCIENCE ALLOW SO MANY EXCEPTIONAL FRONT-LINE FIGHTERS TO BE OUT OF ACTION FOR NINE MONTHS AT THIS TIME!"

Ozpin: "Wait, all of them filled out this paperwork?"

Jaune: "SIR YES SIR!"

Ozpin: "Couldn't you just impregnate them one at a time?"

Jaune: "NO SIR! SUCH A THING IS ANATHEMA TO THE ARC FAMILY'S DEDICATION TO FREEDOM AND DEMOCRACY, SIR! WHEN SO MANY BEAUTIFUL SOLDIERS REQUEST YOU IMPREGNATE THEM, IT'S ALL OR NOTHING, SIR! HOORAAH!"

Ozpin: "I uh... I see... Well, I'll just hold onto that paperwork and file it when it's more appropriate."

Jaune: "YES SIR AND MA'AM!"

Ozpin: "Dismissed."

Jaune: "YES SIR AND MA'AM!" Salutes, heads out, vanishes in the elevator

Ozpin: "Well... At least he's organized, huh Glynda?"

Goodwitch: staring at the maternity leave paperwork "Why do we even have that paperwork?!"

Ozpin: "Well, it's for the best you know of it now, huh Glynda?"

Glynda rolls up the paperwork and smacks him with it.

- - -

So, what else will Sergeant Jaune Arc do to SAVE DEMOCRACY AND FREEDOM FROM THE GRIMM MENACE?!

Embark on his own efforts to make propaganda films to fire up the hearts of the citizens?!

Work with Atlas to bring in heavy military weaponry to the curriculum of Beacon?

Jaune: "GENERAL! ROCKET LAUNCHERS SHOULD NOT ONLY BE AVAILABLE, BUT MANDATORY FIELD KIT SIR!"

Ironwood: "... I like your spirit, son."

Jaune: "THANK YOU SIR!"

Use his fiery charisma to inspire the apathetic populace?

Blake: "Okay, we're in the White Fang rally. Everything should be fine if-Wait, why is Jaune mounting the stage?! WHO GAVE HIM A GUN?!"

Pyrrha: "Um... Oops?"

All: "PYRRHA!"

Pyrrha: "I WANTED MORE KISSES!"

Jaune: "SISTERS AND BROTHERS! WHY FIGHT THE HUMANS?! CONFLICT WITH HUMANS ONLY EMBOLDENS OUR TRUE ENEMY, THE GRIMM MENACE! KILLING HUMANS SUCKS! IT INVOLVES ETHICAL QUESTIONS LIKE THE VALUE OF LIFE, THE PRICE OF FREEDOM, AND HOW TO TAKE DOWN A TANK! BUT WITH GRIMM? THE ONLY FUCKING ANSWERS FOR GRIMM IS "OPEN FIRE" AND "RELOAD"! NOBODY'S GONNA QUESTION THE ETHICS OF KILLING A MOTHERFUCKING GRIMM!"

White Fang Members: "Hey, yeah!"

Jaune: "KILLING HUMANS IS BULLSHIT! KILLING GRIMM ADVANCES FREEDOM AND DEMOCRACY! AND YOU GET THE MOST BADASS WEAPONS IF YOU WANNA FIGHT GRIMM! LIKE THIS MOTHERFUCKING ATLASIAN PALADIN MECH! WHO WANTS TO SEE ME KILL SOME FUCKING GRIMM WITH IT AND DEFEND DEMOCRACY?!"

White Fang Members: "YEAHHHHHH!"

Jaune: "HOORAH!"

Blake: "... I literally cannot believe that worked."

 

[Ash's Boomstick]

I've seen this elsewhere but there's bits here not in the other sites, guess it gives me a good reason to read them as they come up again

 

[AndrewJTalon]

-Yang and Jaune are the only members of their team with driver's licenses. Hijinks ensue.

Yang stormed into the common room nearby Team RWBY and JNPR's dorms, her eyes burning red in her anger. She stomped to the cabinet over the kitchenette, and threw it open. She pushed aside the various boxes of snacks and cereal, seeking out her respite... But her search was in vain. She growled angrily.

"Who the hell took my booze?!" She growled.

"Yo."

She turned her fiery glare over at a nearby couch. Jaune Arc sat there, pouring himself a glass of her whiskey!

"That's not yours!" She accused. Usually, Jaune would cringe or even cower when she was really angry. Instead, he glared blearily at her as he held the glass up to his lips.

"I'll buy you another five bottles, but right now? I need it." He threw it back with some familiarity. He still coughed a little, but not nearly as much as she thought Vomit Boy might. He shook his head and made a face. "Gods, this is awful."

"It's my favorite!" Yang growled back, storming over and sitting across from him. She grabbed her own glass and poured herself some. She threw it back, unable to keep one cough from escaping her mouth, nor a wheeze. "Haa... It's supposed to taste like drain cleaner!"

"No, whiskey is supposed to taste like whiskey," Jaune stated firmly, "Not this crap. You're supposed to savor it as you get drunk."

"I don't want to savor it, I wanna be mad and drunk!" Yang growled. Jaune was enough of a gentleman to pour her another, and she was enough of a lady to nod back in appreciation despite her mood.

"Me too, but I'm still a connoisseur," Jaune sniffed.

"That a fancy word for snob?"

"It...!" Jaune paused, and poured himself another glass. "I guess so. What are you mad about?"

Yang sighed in deep anger as she sipped her glass.

"Just because I'm the only one with a freaking driver's license, that makes me the team taxi!"

Jaune nodded.

"Oh Gods, yeah. That's bullshit!"

Yang nodded back enthusiastically, seeing the recognition in his eyes. That mutual sense of being absolutely fucking done.

"YEAH! Why am I suddenly on call 24/7 for every stupid dumbass thing my team gets up to?!" Yang demanded. "Why do I have to risk my dad's car to pick up Blake when she gets in a fight with the White Fang?!"

"I know right?!" Jaune growled, throwing back another glass of the not awful whiskey, thank you very much! "I had to go bail Nora out of jail for trying to steal a sloth from the zoo! THE ZOO! Ren was supposed to be watching her!"

"Why do I have to pick up Weiss's fucking dry cleaning?!" Yang complained, accepting another full glass from Jaune before sipping it angrily. "AND PAY FOR IT?! She's got BUTLERS who can do that for her!"

"As much as I care about Pyrrha," Jaune said, "WHY do I have to pick up her freaking agents and publicists from the airport for her?! They're all so fucking sleazy and slimy and CREEPY! Are they trying to groom her?! If I was her I'd fire them all! OUT OF A CANNON!"

"AND WHY DO I HAVE TO FETCH MY UNCLE EVERY TIME HE'S NAKED AND DRUNK IN PUBLIC?!" Yang roared. She slammed the glass down, almost breaking it as she glared at nothing. "YOU CAN TURN INTO A FUCKING BIRD, DAMNIT!"

Jaune snickered.

"Asshole probably doesn't wanna get cooked."

"I'd cook him!" Yang growled. "I'd cook him with-with fucking shallots and garlic!"

"Crows aren't good for cooking, too lean and gamey," Jaune said with a nod. Yang stared at him, blinked away the fuzzies in her vision.

"But you'd still cook him if I asked, right?"

Jaune finished his latest glass, and nodded, smacking his lips as he wobbled on the other couch.

"Fuck yeah I would. With... With wild mushrooms and field greens. Like Argula... Arugululu... That one."

Yang snorted in laughter.

"You're drunk!"

"Yeah, I wanted to be drunk," Jaune snorted back, giggling a little. He stood up and spread his arms widely. "So I'm drunk! GO ME!"

"WOO! YOU WIN AT GETTING DRUNK!" Yang cheered. She threw back another glass of the whiskey, the burning hitting her so well. "Fuuuuck... Yeah..."

She went to the bottle... Then glared when she found it empty.

"Jaune! Hey, Jaune!"

"Yeah?" Jaune asked.

Yang held up the bottle with a scowl.

"Someone drank our booze!"

"Fuck... I mean... Did we have that much?" Jaune asked, leaning over to stare at the empty bottle. "I don't-I'm drunk, but... I didn't have that much... What proof is this?"

"Realllllyyyy high," Yang giggled, "Fuck! Someone... Someone stole some from us! That dick!"

"Fuck that guy!" Jaune agreed. He looked up at Yang and shared her scowl. "We gotta... We gotta get more, Yang! I'm-I'm not done complaining and being drunk!"

"Me neither!" Yang agreed happily. Jaune stood up, wobbled, and fell over the coffee table onto her. His face landed between her breasts. She laughed uproariously.

"You-Geez, you are drunk!"

"Nuh... Yeah," Jaune mumbled, looking up at her, "Yeah. That's... That's what I wanted... You drunk?"

Yang shrugged.

"Drunk enough," she said. She snickered.

"You went right between my boobs!"

"I couldn't MISS!" Jaune shot back angrily. Yang laughed harder, as Jaune blushed. "S'not funny!"

"So is! I knew you looked at 'em!" She cackled.

"So does everyone else!" Jaune countered. Yang smirked at him, enjoying his anger. It was nice to not be the only wounded party around here, for once.

Like, actually wounded.

"So you admit to it?"

"Yes!" He growled.

"Pyrrha's too?"

"YES!"

"Weiss's..." Yang broke down in laughter. "SHE AIN'T GOT ANY!"

"I KNOW!" Jaune shot back, "She's still hot! You're all so freaking hot!"

"And you go after the slim rich ballerina!" Yang giggled. Jaune scowled.

"What's funny bout-bout that?!"

"Well, if you asked, Pyrrha'd have yer babies," Yang snickered, "Ruby... I'd kill ya, but she'd be down-"

"What about you, huh?" Jaune asked challengingly. Yang smirked back at him.

"Well... That would require you having balls," she teased. "Vombit Oy! Vomit... Bomit Voy..."

"I do have balls!"

"You're on top of me," Yang laughed, "And you're not doing anything-!"

Jaune, driven by alcohol, hormones, and outrage, leaned in and kissed her. It wasn't a childish peck, either-Full tongue action commenced, and Yang was hardly going to let someone invade one of her orifices without challenge.

They made out furiously, sloppily, drunkenly... Before Jaune rolled over and took Yang with him to the floor with a thud.

"OOF!"

Jaune groaned, but he grinned back at her in triumph.

"Who... Doesn't have balls... Now, huh?" He growled.

She pulled him into another kiss, to shut him up.

- - -

 

[ATP]

Thanks.Till now,i never thought about Jaune as HAREM KING,but now...He always had it in him !

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Ozpin calls Jaune into his office.

Ozpin: "Hello my boy. How are you finding Beacon?"

Jaune: "Oh, uh, great so far, Headmaster! Yup! It's challenging, uh, since-"

Ozpin: "You entered as a civilian with no training and falsified transcripts?"

Jaune: "Yeah, I-... Oh shit-!"

Ozpin: "Hahaha! Relax, young man! Do you really think your friends Miss Valkyrie and Mister Ren could attend proper combat schools while living as wandering, homeless orphans? Or that Miss Belladonna had any formal education while she was a terrorist with the White Fang? You passed the Initiation, and that's what matters!"

Jaune: "Oh... Oh thank God. So... So I'm not expelled?"

Ozpin: "Not in the slightest! However... I must request a favor."

Jaune: "Well... I mean, sure? I guess?"

Ozpin: "Jaune. It is a terrible shame your family didn't want you to become a Huntsman, because the Arcs have an incredibly powerful trait: Massive Aura reserves, and Semblances that massively increase Aura in general. Indeed, you have more Aura than me despite our considerable age difference!"

Jaune: "Wow, really?"

Ozpin: "Yes. Properly trained, you will become a great Huntsman, of that I have no doubt... But we must look to the future!"

Jaune: "The future?"

Ozpin: nods "Imagine Huntresses like Miss Nikos, Miss Rose, Miss Xiao-Long, Miss Schnee, Professor Goodwitch and Miss Belladonna. Their incredible Semblances and fighting abilities. Imagine if they had massive Aura reserves to boost their abilities. They would be unstoppable."

Jaune: "Oh... Oh! You think my Semblance might let them become even more powerful?"

Ozpin: "Yes! I suspect that it could! Once you unlock it, if my guess is right based on past members of the Arc family, you'll be able to supercharge them and act as both a Healer and an able Support, while also being tough enough to fight up close!"

Jaune: "Wow... I-I could be... I could be a big help?"

Ozpin: "You could be a tremendous help, Jaune! But you're thinking too small. Again, consider the future. What if there were dozens of such Huntsmen and Huntresses with your massive Aura reserves? Raised by kind, loving parents to protect mankind?"

Jaune: "Uh... Well that would be great, Headmaster. Are you asking me to donate my genetic material or something-?"

Ozpin: "No no no, nothing that impersonal, I'm not some Atlasian mad scientist! No, I think the old fashioned way would be best. And given your parents? You'll have no trouble handling it!"

Jaune: "Handling what?"

Ozpin hands over a book. Jaune reads the title.

Jaune: "... 'How to Manage a Harem'?!"

Ozpin: beams "What do you say?"

Jaune: "..."

Five seconds later, Jaune is at the elevator, frantically hitting the call button.

Ozpin: sighs "I see I'll have to be more persuasive..."

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Weiss sighed to herself mentally. Sure, she hated the White Fang. Sure, she understood how Blake wanted to redeem herself by stopping the White Fang's criminal activities. And certainly, she didn't want her company's Dust to be stolen and used for evil purposes.

But this? This was ridiculous!

"Why is Arc with us tonight?" She muttered, as they looked down from a rooftop onto the warehouse where several White Fang terrorists were moving stolen Dust containers. Said Arc was over with Ruby and Blake, talking out their plan while Weiss and Yang kept watch.

Yang beamed.

"Because he figured out the pattern of their heists and where their main Dust gathering place is?" She grinned over at him. "And while Pyrrha, Nora and Ren are in detention, he's got a lot of time on his hands."

"How did they get detention and he didn't?" Weiss muttered.

"It involved Nora, a waffle machine, and I don't want to know more," Yang shuddered. "Still! It's good to have him along. And hey: He hasn't hit on you once, has he?"

Weiss grumbled a bit.

"That doesn't mean I like him at all," she muttered.

"Tsundere~," Yang teased. Weiss shot her a venomous look.

"I am not!"

"Okay! There's the break in the guards," Ruby said, "Torchwick is in there! Let's get him!"

"Right," Jaune said with a nod, "Yang, myself and Weiss will hit the front. Ruby and Blake? Hit the back."

"Make a lot of noise?" Yang asked. Jaune nodded.

"Yep! And Weiss can use her Dust casting to support us from long range and keep us from getting overwhelmed." He gave her an awkward smile.

Weiss huffed.

"I was going to do that anyway," she sniffed.

Jaune nodded quickly.

"Right, right..."

"Let's go!" Ruby said brightly.

- - -

The initial attack went well. Most White Fang operatives didn't have Aura unlocked, so it was a matter of holding back and not hitting them too hard. Yang and Jaune worked very well together: Yang heavy on offense, Jaune heavy on defense. Weiss unleashed Dust blasts of fire, ice, and lightning, darting around to keep them from getting surrounded.

She hated to admit it, but Jaune's strategy was very effective. They soon got to the center of the warehouse, where Roman Torchwick had been barking orders.

Unfortunately, so was the leader of the White Fang.

"Adam?!" Blake gasped. The redhead exuded an aura of pure hatred as he looked around at them. Roman began to back away from him. Weiss couldn't blame him. Adam Taurus was her family's bogeyman. A nightmare who had threatened the most horrible fates imaginable for her and her family. She fought back a shiver down her spine as his masked gaze swept over her.

"I see I'll have to punish you for your betrayal, my love," he hissed. "Starting with..."

He was right on her, his red katana swinging!

"The Schnee-!"

"NO!"

She saw the back of Jaune as he threw himself in front of her. He took the hit for her, but the force of Adam's blow sent him flying right into her. Weiss tumbled away on the pavement, slamming into a crate. Myrtenaster rolled away.

"UGH!"

She slowly looked up, shaking, as she lay on her stomach. Adam stood over her, katana drawn. Behind him, more White Fang terrorists and Roman Torchwick were fighting her friends, keeping them from her. Her blood seemed to freeze as Adam lifted up his blade.

"An unexpected bonus," he murmured. Weiss couldn't help it: She shut her eyes tightly as the blow fell-!

CLANG!

She opened one eye. Her jaw dropped.

Jaune Arc stood between her and Adam. Taurus was a few steps back away from her, seething.

What?! Jaune did that?! How?! Weiss thought frantically. Has he really gotten that much better training with Pyrrha with his shield and-?

Wait. He wasn't holding Crocea Mors, neither the shield or sword. He had Myrtenaster in his hand. More than that... His stance was very different.

Usually, his stance with his sword and shield was somewhat decent, if amateurish. Here, his entire body language was completely different! He stood confidently, his knees bent just enough, his other hand resting on his hip.

"Who the hell are you?" Adam sneered.

"You may call me... Juan Arc," Jaune said, his accent very South Vacuoan (and a guitar riff accompanying him for some reason), "And I believe you will be leaving this lady alone, cow."

Adam attacked furiously, his katana lashing through the air like a burning red laser. Yet every strike was deflected, parried, and countered as Jaune fenced with Myrtenaster as though he'd done it from birth! Weiss's jaw hit the floor as she watched in awe.

She'd only seen her sister fence so well before! What was going on?!

"Slow! Sloppy! Sad!" Jaune taunted, his feet moving so swiftly and skillfully it was like he was dancing. "You swing your sword like a club-!"

Adam used the shotgun sheath of his weapon and fired, but Jaune knocked the barrels aside and so the rounds went into the ceiling overhead. He jumped back and unleashed a red wave of Aura energy right at them, but Jaune flipped back, pulled Weiss up against him with one arm around her slim waist, and leaped up over the blast!

He landed and helped her to her feet with a charming smile that did things to her stomach.

"Are you all right, Senorita Weiss?" He asked as Adam charged him from behind.

"LOOK OUT-!"

Jaune swung Myrtenaster out, deflecting Adam's strike without even looking at him. Frustrated, the bull Faunus attacked even more furiously-Yet every strike was countered, parried, or deflected by Jaune without so much as a glance. Jaune held up a bottle of wine, popped the cork, and sipped it. He hummed at the taste, as Weiss gaped and Adam continued his fruitless assault.

"Mmm... South Sanus, decent year," he hummed after swallowing the wine, "I'm surprised any of the White Fang have good taste. Do you enjoy wine, Senorita?"

"I uh, I've had some?" Weiss managed. "I-I'm not an expert on it outside of my father's social gatherings-"

"Shame, shame," Jaune said, shaking his head, "There is much to recommend in the study of wine lore! Perhaps I could educate you? A beautiful, intelligent woman like yourself should be open to learning all sorts of new things, si?" He smiled warmly, and her cheeks burned bright red.

"W-Well...!"

"RAAAAHHH!"

Adam put all or nothing into his last assault, swinging his katana with as much strength as he could muster.

CLANG!

And his katana went sailing into the air. Jaune held Myrtenaster to his throat. He handed Weiss the wine bottle, before turning and catching Adam's blade in his off hand. He offered a dangerous, confident smile to the seething Adam.

"How?" Adam hissed.

"Your movements are so predictable, a blind man could counter them," Jaune taunted. He poked Adam in his throat significantly.

"Now... In a contest between the bull and the bull fighter... Who is the one who wins, hm?"

I have no idea what's going on, Weiss thought, biting her lower lip, but I have never been more turned on in my LIFE.

- - -

 

[ATP]

Zorro,is that you? jokes aside - rapier vs katana ALWAYS mean rapier user winning.If he knew how to use it.

 

[Ash's Boomstick]

Hehehe, this is going to be fun. Hmm what happens if he gets a quarterstaff or maybe a rocket launcher...

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -

Adam had managed to escape-Roman Torchwick's annoying pint-sized associate had caused some explosions, and so RWBY and JNPR had to flee before the warehouse turned into an inferno. They got picked up by the cops, but Professor Goodwitch was able to bail them out.

She was about to let them rot in jail for a night, until they let her know about Jaune's Semblance. She didn't believe it at first, but they did need to cart him off to Beacon to test it, and he wouldn't leave his friends in the lock up.

Which made Yang appreciate the often hapless blond a little more than she usually did.

So they got to spend the night in their beds... While Jaune got to spend the night being tested and examined by the Professors.

In the spirit of gratitude (and since she was an early riser anyway), Yang got up at her usual training time and headed down to Professor Oobleck's labs. Students seldom ventured into these areas save for Semblance testing. Most of the labs were wide and open, with a variety of measuring devices, sensors, and miscellaneous junk to help with the insane variety of Semblances available.

She found Jaune in one of the labs, sitting in front of a lot of basic weapons provided by the school. They ranged from staves and spears, to swords, to gauntlets and brass knuckles and nunchucks. He looked exhausted, as he chewed on some toast and eggs someone had brought him.

Yang thought about sneaking up on him... But again, her gratitude welled up and she instead hugged him from behind.

"ACK!"

Which scared him anyway. Yang giggled as she pulled away to stand next to him.

"Morning, Stud! How's it Yanging?" She asked.

"Yang! Hey," Jaune said. He groaned. "They let me have some sleep on a cot after all the testing. I just woke up..." He yawned.

"So, what's the s-word?" Yang asked. "How does your Semblance work?"

"Well... I mean, they think it's a Semblance," Jaune said. Yang blinked.

"They think? What else could it be?"

Jaune shrugged.

"I dunno. I heard Professor Oobleck and the Headmaster muttering about 'magic' and other junk when they thought I was asleep... So, I dunno..." He shook his head. "Anyway, my... Ability is pretty basic. I touch a weapon, and I can use it. Like, really well."

"Well, we knew that," Yang teased, "But... Any weapon?"

"Any weapon," Jaune nodded.

"Why haven't you been using your sword and shield like an expert though?" Yang asked. Jaune sighed.

"They think that it might have to do with Aura. My own Aura is infused into this weapon, so I get resistance when I put my Aura into it. Or something like that, I was half dead on my feet at that point." He shook his head. "There are two problems with my Semblance or something. One, it burns Aura. And the harder the opponent I have to fight? The more Aura I burn through to keep up."

"Oh geez," Yang winced, "So against that Adam psycho... You did look really winded."

"Yeah," Jaune said, frowning, "Which means I have to train the ability. The place exploding when it did was lucky. Sure, I could have had him, but I might have been on empty. If he figures that out next time..." He shook his head.

"And the other problem?" Yang prompted. Jaune sighed heavily.

"The... Personalities," he said, "My personality is different for every weapon I use. They think it's something to do with my subconscious, or some other psychological blah blah blah..."

"So you can be that smooth, huh?" Yang teased. "Weiss was blushing non-stop last night."

Jaune flushed.

"Maybe uh... I mean, we're friends, kind of sort of... I think I'd prefer to stay that way, with everything else..."

Yang nodded.

"Still, I mean... That is you. That didn't come from nothing, right?"

Jaune nodded.

"Yeah... But... It's still weird."

"You remember what happened, right?" Yang pressed. Jaune nodded.

"Yeah... Like I was... I was watching someone else do it," he said. He sighed and shrugged. "He was... I was being the hero I always wanted to be. And it was me, but it... Wasn't me?" He frowned.

Yang frowned at him. She squeezed his shoulder a bit more tightly. He'd saved Weiss from death, it was the least he deserved, right?

"Hey," she said, "Look. I get how scary a new Semblance can be. Mine was pretty scary too. My dad taught me how to handle it, so... How about we train?"

"Ah, uh," Jaune began. Yang shook her head.

"You can keep training with Pyrrha. Relax, I won't make her jealous," she said with a wink. Jaune scoffed.

"Fat chance of that," he muttered.

Sheesh. Even getting such a powerful Semblance didn't help his self-esteem, Yang thought. She was even more determined. She pulled him up.

"Come on, Vomit Boy. You made it. You've got a Semblance that can let you save lives and be a hero. You need to learn how to master it. When you master it? You'll be comfortable with yourself, and you won't have to rely on luck to save yourself-Or us." She patted him on the shoulder.

Jaune nodded, smiling warmly at her.

"Thanks Yang. I appreciate it."

"So," Yang looked around, "Since I'm all about hand-to-hand combat... You got a personality for that?"

Jaune nodded.

"I do. Uh... Let's see..."

He reached for some plain gauntlets, suitable for a martial artist. Yang reached out to stop him and shook her head.

"Let's go outside first," Yang said, "Don't activate it around all this breakable stuff."

Jaune nodded.

"Got it."

Yang picked up the gauntlets, Jaune got up, and they walked outside onto the lawn surrounding the lab buildings. Yang tossed the gauntlets to Jaune. He pulled them on. His blue eyes flashed, and his stance changed. A smile came over his face.

He adopted a loose fighting stance, and began throwing some punches and kicks for practice into the air. Yang frowned in thought-The style was very similar to hers, actually: South Mistralian Kickboxing.

"Jaune?" She asked.

"Call me Johnny, Yang!" Johnny laughed. He did a backflip, and landed with a bright grin. "Wow! This feels great!"

He grimaced.

"Except for this armor..." He yanked it off, and tossed off the rest in a small pile nearby. His hoodie and shirt joined the pile. Now bare-chested, he jumped up and down, switching back and forth between stances. "Woo! That's much better!"

Yang flushed. She was not unaware of male anatomy, of course. But Jaune had... Wow... Okay, so Pyrrha's training had definitely done him a lot of good.

"Okay! We gonna spar now?" Johnny asked eagerly. His grin was infectious, and Yang went into her own fighting stance.

"Yup! Go for it!"

"WOOHOO!" Johnny cheered. He charged like a rocket. She got her guard up, and blocked the strike. She was glad she took this seriously-The force of the hit had his Aura behind it, and that energy was enough to slam her feet deep into the lawn with a BANG!

She bobbed and threw a punch back. Johnny swung his forearm to block, and moved back, continuing to deflect a flurry of testing jabs and punches. Yang then swung a foot for his side, which he had to jump back to evade. She leaped up and dove like a falcon with a fist out.

"YAH!"

Johnny rolled out of the way, as Yang blasted a small crater into the ground with her blow! She got up with her fists ready, only to see Johnny staring in shock and glee.

"WOW! How'd you do that?!" He asked.

Yang grinned and rubbed the back of her head modestly.

"I channel Aura through my fists," she explained, "Then release it into whatever I'm hitting. It works great against Grimm!"

"WOW! That's super cool! I think Ren does something like that! He tried to teach me some of that!" Johnny cheered. "Can you teach me?"

Yang chuckled. "Sure!"

After they put his armor and clothes into his hoodie, which they tied up into a rough bag, she led him over into a small wood on the academy grounds. She found an older tree near the center of the copse, nice and thick. She took his arm in her hands, and pressed a finger to his forearm.

"You want to gather up Aura in these parts of your arms," she said, "Then push it up to your fists."

Johnny tilted his head in curiosity.

"Push it?"

"Yeah," Yang said, "You can control your Aura, right?"

"Hmmmm..." Johnny frowned and looked up, "Pyrrha taught me how to channel it into my weapons, and Ren showed me how he does it with his fists. How do I do it to release it on contact?"

"That is complicated," Yang agreed, "But once you get it, it's easy!"

She hummed, thinking back to her father's explanation.

"The Aura is your soul's power," she repeated, "And so, you have to imagine it happening. You have to feel it happening, and will it to happen. So... You feel the Aura inside your forearms. You pump it up, as hard and high as possible."

She held up her fists, her eyes burning red.

"And when you make contact? You will it to release!"

Yang punched the tree... And her Aura flashed through it, blowing a hole through the trunk with a loud boom! She pulled her fist back, smiling in satisfaction. She nodded to Johnny, who was watching intently.

"Got it?"

"I think so," Johnny said. He grinned. "That was so cool! Can I try?"

"Sure!" Yang said with a smile. Johnny cheered.

"Woo! Awesome!"

Yang moved back from the tree. Johnny walked up to the tree trunk and did some stretches. He hummed and rubbed his chin, thinking hard, before he held up his forearms and closed his eyes.

"Don't get discouraged if you don't get it right on the first try, all right?" Yang said, "It took me a long time to get the timing right on everything, and put it all together-"

"YAH!"

KABOOM!

Yang's eyes went wide. Her face froze. The top of the tree was sailing up, up, up out of sight, crashing several meters away. What was left of the tree's lower trunk was a scattered pile of smoking splinters. Johnny pulled his fist back and frowned. He looked over at Yang.

"Aw man... Did I do it wrong?" He asked.

He looked like a wounded puppy. So much so she couldn't help a little laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

"I uh... Um... It's a good start," Yang giggled, "Mayyyybe we focus on control next, hm?" She grabbed him and his hoodie-bag, "Somewhere far, far away so we don't get in trouble?" She began to run, and Johnny easily kept pace.

"So you're going to keep teaching me?" Johnny asked hopefully.

"Well, why not?" Yang asked with a laugh. If anything, it would keep this potential monster from causing too much collateral damage.

"Great!" Johnny said with that very wide grin. "Ren's been teachin' me hand to hand, but you're a lot more fun! And prettier!"

And now she was blushing from top to bottom. How did he go from Vomit Boy to this?!

Though in all honesty... A part of her really didn't mind...

- - -

 

[ATP]

Well,now it is Vomit boy on steroids !

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -

Ruby was trying to do some work on Crescent Rose at the desk in the RWBY Dormroom. Her beloved weapon had been making a squeaking sound while shifting between forms, and it had been driving her crazy! She had been working very hard, trying to fix it all Sunday.

'Trying' being the key word, as her sister and Weiss argued behind her.

"We should train Jaune in the rapier!" Weiss insisted, "I-I've already had a custom blade commissioned for him! He already uses a sword, that's the perfect method to strengthen his Semblance!"

"HA! Totally transparent, Weiss-cream," Yang shot back, "Jaune as Johnny obliterated a tree with one punch! That's what his focus should be!"

"You just like him because he's as uncouth and brutish as you, dolt!" Weiss growled.

"He also goes around without a shirt constantly," Yang smirked. Weiss's face burned bright red.

"E-Even so-!"

"UGGGGHHHHH!" Ruby groaned, turning and scowling at her teammates, "Can you stop talking about Jaune's Semblance for five minutes?!"

Weiss flushed.

"What? I'm actually trying to help him!" She defended herself. "He's your best friend! Aren't you going to help him with his Semblance?"

"Yeah Rubes," Yang stated with a smirk, "You haven't really said anything, and now you're upset? Why?"

"You did want us to get along, didn't you?" Weiss pressed.

Ruby growled.

"You don't care about Jaune for Jaune! You care about his Semblance!"

"Well..." Weiss shrugged. "He's finally coming into his own, so..."

"And he's gonna need a lot of help with it," Yang pointed out, "Something wrong with that?"

"N-No! But I liked him just fine before he found his Semblance, and now you only like him for his power! That's my problem!"

"Or maybe you're just jealous," Blake suggested, reading her book.

Ruby went bright red. She glared, and picked up Crescent Rose.

"I don't have to put up with this!" She growled. "And I'm not jealous!"

She turned and stormed out, slamming the door shut. She took a deep breath, and let it out as an angry groan.

"Uhhhhhggggghhhh!"

"Hey Ruby. What's up?"

"EEP!"

Ruby jumped, and turned her head to the source of the greeting. She held her hand over her chest, taking deep breaths, as Jaune stood there with a nervous smile.

"J-Jaune?"

"Shh," he shushed her, "Come on. Let's go."

He took her hand and led her off. Ruby followed, confused but complying.

He led her down to a common room in the dorms. Nobody else was around at this time of night, which Ruby was grateful for. Jaune guided her to a table, and she set down her scythe on the table. He sat down with her in two chairs, and smiled gratefully.

"Thanks," he said, "I've been dodging Nora and Pyrrha all day to test my Semblance."

Ruby nodded with a small smile.

"Yeah, Yang and Weiss won't stop talking about it," she laughed nervously, "It's... It's really getting on my nerves."

She paused and paled. She shook her head quickly.

"N-Not that it's not good you have your Semblance!" She said quickly. "I-I mean, that's great! Really, it is!"

"Y-Yeah! I'm... I'm happy, really," Jaune said with a nod. He looked down at the table, and sighed. "Everyone's... Pretty great about it."

"But?" Ruby prompted. Jaune glanced at her, and shrugged.

"Just... I mean..." He sighed. "I'm... Worried. Worried about... About never coming back."

Ruby frowned.

"Jaune..."

"I mean... Yeah, those personalities come from me," Jaune explained, "But... They don't feel like me. They feel like other people. I want to be a Huntsman... A hero, as myself... But if I can only do that as other people, I..."

He shook his head and sighed.

"Makes me feel like I'm... Nothing," he admitted quietly.

"That's not true," Ruby insisted. She leaned against him with a bright smile. "I... I care about you, Jaune. I did before you got your Semblance. If your Semblance is so amazing, it-it's because you're amazing!"

"You-You think so?" Jaune asked, looking over at her with a hopeful smile. Ruby nodded eagerly.

"Yeah! And, maybe the other personalities are just a side effect! One you can overcome! When I first got my Semblance, I threw up after every super speed jump!"

Jaune laughed. Ruby pouted.

"It's not that funny!"

"It kind of is!" Jaune snickered. She pouted harder at him, as he grinned at her.

"But... You overcame it?"

"Of course! I'm not Vomit Girl!"

"Maybe I should start calling you that-"

"Don't you dare!" Ruby gasped. Jaune laughed again, and patted her on the head. She pouted up at him, as he beamed.

"That... That actually helps a lot, Ruby," he said. "Thanks."

"Hey, we-we're best friends, right?" Ruby asked. Jaune nodded.

"Of course we are," he said.

He shifted a bit in his chair. His elbow nudged Crescent Rose, and the huge Sniper Scythe began to slide off the table. Ruby gasped, reached out to catch it-

Jaune's hand reached it first. He held it up, staring intently at it.

"Oh, thanks Jaune," Ruby said with a sigh of relief. Jaune remained silent. Ruby blinked.

"Jaune?"

His eyes lit up, glowing briefly. Ruby gasped.

Oh no! His Semblance! What if he's a crazy grim reaper?! Or a mad killer?! Or a-?

Jaune shifted Crescent Rose into rifle mode (which produced a loud squeak), and pulled it up to his face. He pulled out a pair of goggles from the school workshop, and tapped it to activate the light on the side. He opened up the mechashift control panel and began examining it.

"Jaune?" Ruby tried.

"That doesn't sound right," Jaune muttered. He tapped Crescent Rose's internal mechanisms for a second. "How long has it been doing zat?"

"Er," Ruby began, "About two weeks? After I did a circuit board upgrade."

"Sanux Systems MSB-55, right?" Jaune prompted. Ruby blinked in amazement.

"Yeah! How did you know?"

"You told me, of course," Jaune chuckled, his voice a bit... Strange. He held out his hand. "Tweezers, please?"

"Oh, right!" Ruby nodded. She pulled out her mini-repair kit from her belt, and handed some tweezers to him. "I already checked for any bad bridges or soldering on my own work. I couldn't find any, but I redid it all anyway-"

"And you couldn't get to the original circuit board after sealing ze entire thing back up," Jaune said with a nod. He scooted a bit to the side and gestured to the circuit board housing. "See the air filter holes?"

Ruby stared intently. Her eyes widened as she saw some specks of solder metal falling out or sticking to them.

"Yeah," she muttered.

Jaune picked up one such piece and held it up to Ruby's keen eyes.

"It looks like your solder material," Jaune stated, "But look-Those gaps in them. You would never let so many air bubbles develop in your solder joints."

She scowled. "Oh geez... I got a bad circuit board?"

Jaune nodded gravely.

"Yes. The Sanux Systems MSB-55's had a massive recall for a lot of solder joints with voids in them," he said. "Enough power running through them damages the joints, then breaks them."

Ruby groaned, and covered her face.

"I assumed it was all in working order!" She wailed. "I feel like an amateur!"

"Now now," Jaune said, patting her shoulder, "Zat's not your fault. They're your go to brand, always have been. But they changed their management and clearly, they're producing kludge. Arschlochs, all of zem."

"Wow, thanks!" Ruby complimented him... Then started. "Oh geez... Uh... So... What's your name?"

"Jaune," Jaune said with a smirk, "But if you wish to refer to my current persona... Johann feels right."

"Wait, you're aware you're a different personality?" Ruby asked, astonished. Johann nodded.

"Yes. I think it may be because my focus is on problem-solving, deduction, and technical analysis compared to the others' more combat-focused personalities." He hummed thoughtfully. "Zat, and you are my best friend. If these personas manifest from me as part of my Semblance, then my existing relationships will influence how each persona reacts and behaves."

He smiled at Ruby kindly.

"For instance. The persona with the rapier is charming, charismatic, and hot blooded-All things we wish we could be for Weiss. The persona with the gauntlets is boisterous, confident, and determined-All things that Yang enjoys."

"Wait, your Semblance is shaping your personas to match with us?" Ruby asked. "Why?"

"Good question," Johann said. He leaned back, tapping his chin. "It may be that we're responding to your Auras. Auras are the energy of the soul and leave a kind of psychic fingerprint on everything we interact with. It could be that my Semblance picks up on zat, and adjusts to fit the Aura remnants. Perhaps to enhance synergy, or to pick up skills from the other-Johnny, for instance, fights in Yang's South Mistralian Kickboxing style, despite us never training in it."

"Oh wow!" Ruby gasped excitedly. "That's so neat! So you're an Aura Chamealeon!"

"Perhaps," Johann shrugged, "Zat is only speculation though. We will need to experiment a great deal to discover all the mechanics of the Semblance."

"Oh, uh... But aren't you afraid of being overridden?" Ruby asked, worried. "That-That is what Jaune was-is worried about."

Johann nodded gravely.

"Yes, it would be a great tragedy," he said, "It will require a two-pronged approach: Reinforcing Jaune's baseline abilities and personality, while also studying what aspects of his psyche our personas are formed from. It is, however, too useful an ability to not train or explore. After all, without it, Weiss may have died."

"Oh, I-I don't disagree," Ruby nodded, "I just... I don't want to lose my best friend."

Johann smiled warmly and hugged her.

"Neither do I," he said. "I will need you for this, Ruby."

"Ah? Eh?" Ruby asked. She gasped as Johann held her shoulders and looked her deep in her eyes, their noses nearly touching.

"Yes. I trust you above all others," he said, "You are... Very important."

"R-Really?!" Ruby squeaked, now turning as red as her namesake. Johann nodded.

"Yes. As much as I care for the others-Pyrrha especially..."

And didn't that make Ruby's heart clench? Though she didn't know why, exactly.

"You were my first friend here," Johann intoned, "I need you."

"N-N-Need me... For what?" Ruby whispered. All of Blake's naughty books she had read in secret began to flood her mind.

Is he going to... Does he... Will he... Take off his pants... Take off my-?!

"To stand by me, and keep me from losing myself," Johann said, "As well as aid me in research, given you do have a scientific background."

He pulled back. She slowly nodded, her cheeks still burning red.

"O-Oh."

He smirked.

"Did you have... Something else in mind~?" He asked, cupping her cheek. Her entire body seemed to be burning up. Hurriedly, she pulled away and scooted her chair to the fair side of the table. Her eyes were locked onto Crescent Rose.

"N-N-No! No! Not at all!" She stammered.

"Oh," Johann shrugged. "Well! Zat's new. Most women seem to develop romantic feelings for me when I use their weapon."

"That-Wha-Who-?!"

"Not zat I'm returning any of zem at this time," Johann said, his eyes going back to Crescent Rose, "Too complicated. Still! Good to know my best friend isn't entirely driven by her hormones."

"I... Um... Er..." Ruby managed a slow nod.

"S-Sure."

"Now, shall we get to fixing your beloved Crescent Rose?" Johann asked with a smile.

"Y-Yeah! Yeah, that would be great," Ruby said, sighing in a mixture of relief and agitation. He smirked again.

"Good! Working on it together... It will be like we're making a baby."

Ruby's entire expanse of pale skin lit up bright red again.

"A-A-A baby?!"

"Well, I'll have to put in a lot of effort, of course," he said, humming with a devilish glint in his eyes, "To catch up, but I'm sure you'll be patient. I won't require punishment to correct my bad habits..."

He glanced up at her and winked.

"Unless you're into zat sort of thing?"

Ruby fainted.

- - -

Last edited: Mar 30, 2024​

 

[ATP]

Ruby fainted,and dastardly Jaune did unspeakaple things with her ! like holding hands,for example.Or repaing her scythe.Maybe even repaing her scythe when holding her hand ?

 

[Blasterbot]

Scythe!Jaune used flirt.

Critical hit.

It's Super Effective.

Enemy? Ruby has fainted.

Jaune has gained 2015 EXP.

Jaune has leveled up.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

- - -

A few weeks after the Dance...

Weiss came into the cafeteria a bit later than the others. She'd gotten a Scroll call, which, judging from her scowl, had not been a pleasant experience. Ruby watched her march past her team, right up to Jaune.

Ruby was already on her feet and heading to her partner's side with her Semblance.

"Weiss I'm sure Jaune didn't mean to-!"

"No, no, it's okay Ruby," Jaune said, holding up a hand. He was looking uncharacteristically serious as he met Weiss's gaze. "I just want you to know, Weiss, I didn't know until last week. Sorry if it's giving you trouble with your dad."

Weiss started, then sagged a bit. She managed a slow nod.

"I... I see," she said. She made a face. "No, it's not a big deal... Yet, anyway."

Ruby looked between her friends curiously. Pyrrha, Ren, and Nora were also looking concerned. Yang leaned in, raising her eyebrows, as Blake peeked up over her book for a moment.

"So uh... What's going on?" Ruby asked, trying to sound casual.

"My father asked me to get closer to Jaune," Weiss said bluntly, "And to consider marriage to him."

"WHAT?!" Cried Pyrrha, Nora, Yang, and Ruby. Blake dropped her book in shock. Ren's eyes widened.

"Wha-But-How-?!" Ruby tried, as Pyrrha's face fell. Jaune and Weiss were actually quite calm. Jaune sighed and shook his head.

"I assume you said no?" Jaune asked. Weiss nodded.

"Yes. No offense-"

"None taken! Really!" Jaune said, a small smile on his face, "I-I wouldn't want to get into that with you like this, it would just be awful-!"

"Why would your dad want you to marry Vomit Boy?" Yang demanded.

"Y-Yes! Why?" Pyrrha asked, her eyes narrowed dangerously.

Jaune sighed.

"You want to explain or-?"

"You explain," Weiss ordered. Jaune nodded.

"Okay. You guys have heard of the Monarchists, right?"

"Who?" Ruby asked, blinking. Weiss's eyes climbed heavenward.

Blake broke the silence.

"They're a political movement that want to put a King back on the throne of Vale," She said, "It's been growing in strength over the past few years due to how corrupt the Council has been. The thought is that a King would be a counter to the Council and could better represent the people's will, if he was chosen by them."

"Okay, great, thanks Professor Blake," Yang said sarcastically, "What's that got to do with Jaune?"

Jaune sighed heavily.

"My family, the Arcs, used to intermarry with the original royal family before they died out," he stated plainly, looking extremely uncomfortable, "And apparently, I'm the only direct male descendant of the last King of Vale."

Dead silence ensued. Nora gaped.

"So... You're... The Heir to the Throne of Vale?!" She cried. "WE'RE ROYALTY! ROYAL BUDDIES!"

"I'm not royal!" Jaune hissed, holding up his hands, "Look, my family's been getting bothered for years by the Monarchists! They kept wanting my dad or me to agree to-to basically run for King or something! But there is no throne, and I'm not becoming the King!"

"So, your dad thought that getting close to Jaune would be...?" Ruby asked. Weiss sighed in disgust.

"Several Monarchists have influence and power in Vale. My father obviously wanted to court them for business deals using me to connect with their chosen heir." She nodded gratefully to Jaune. "I'm glad to hear that it hasn't gone to your head."

"It's just annoying, really," Jaune grumbled, "I'm seventeen years old, and these people want me to become King! Probably do their bidding and crap!" He shook his head and looked worriedly at his friends.

"You uh... It really isn't a big deal, all right? Please don't... Don't treat me any differently-?"

Yang slid over and wrapped an arm around his shoulders with a grin.

"Don't worry, Jaune! You're still Vomit Boy to me, and always will be!"

"Aw," Nora sighed, "I wanted to be a Duchess! But! It's okay, Jaune-Jaune! We love you even if you're not a King!"

"We... We would never think differently of you, Jaune," Pyrrha said, her eyes shining as she "discreetly" bumped Yang's arm off of Jaune and scooted closer to him, "I think it's very admirable that you haven't-haven't used this for your own gain."

"You're our friend and always will be, Jaune," Ren said with a nod.

"You're... You're still my bestie, even if you're a king, right?" Ruby asked, looking worried. Jaune smiled, and held his arms open. Ruby squealed and hopped into his lap, hugging him tightly.

"Always," He said firmly. Ruby giggled and hugged him more tightly, unaware of Pyrrha's heated glare.

Blake, for her part, stared intently at Jaune with a thoughtful look on her face.

- - -

The next day, Jaune sighed as he put his combat gear into his locker. Combat Class had actually gone pretty well: He'd managed to beat Russel. It wasn't easy, but Pyrrha's training and encouragement from his friends had pushed him over the top. It hadn't been pretty, but he'd definitely won.

There was just one small problem...

"Hey, uh, Jaune?"

Jaune held in a sigh and looked over at Cardin. The taller boy was looking contrite.

"Hey, sorry about... Everything," he said quickly, "I-I didn't know you were-"

"I'm not the heir to the throne," Jaune said in irritation, "All right? There is no throne! And I wouldn't take it if I was offered!"

Cardin frowned.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked.

"Very," Jaune stated firmly.

Cardin shrugged.

"Just that... My Dad's on the Council, and he's actually pro-Monarchist."

Jaune blinked.

"A politician wants to limit his power?" He asked incredulously. Cardin coughed.

"I mean... It's more he's sick of deadlocks, nothing getting done, and the Council going this way and that just for their own benefit," he said. "He told me that a King might be able to help that. Make things better-"

"Or he'd just be a selfish asshole who became a tyrant," Jaune stated with tired anger. "I'm not going to be King, so just... Lay off, all right?!"

Cardin nodded.

"All right, all right," he said. "Just... My family did serve the last kings of Vale. It's... You know...Tradition-"

"Serve me by not being an asshole bully, okay Cardin?" Jaune sighed, "That would be the best way to serve me, and Vale, and everyone else. Apologize to Velvet, make her happy, and be a good person. All right?"

Cardin nodded, bowed, turned and left. Jaune groaned and slammed his forehead against his locker.

Yeah. That was a problem.

He emerged from the locker room a few minutes later in his uniform. He spotted a number of foreign and local girls nearby. All waiting for him, all eyeing him.

Shit...!

He felt someone take his hand and pull him away. He looked ahead, ready to thank Pyrrha or Yang or any of his other friends would be rescuing him this time... And stuttered when he saw it was Blake.

"Ah, Blake-?"

"Come on," Blake said urgently. They went back and forth through several corridors, expertly evading the girls. She pulled him into an empty classroom, and shepherded him in. He sighed in relief.

"Thanks," he said, "It's been a freaking nightmare and-"

The door lock clicked. Jaune slowly looked over at Blake. The secret cat Faunus slowly advanced on him. He wasn't sure why, but a chill went up his spine.

"Uh... Blake?"

"Jaune," Blake said quietly, "Did you know that there are a lot of Faunus who support the Monarchist movement?"

Jaune backed away until the small of his back hit a desk, and he could go no further. Blake continued to advance on him, slowly, like a cat closing in for the kill.

"I... I did not," he said honestly. "I thought that since Cardin's family supported it, you wouldn't-"

"Politics makes for strange bedfellows," Blake admitted, "But his family is more neutral towards Faunus Rights than overly hostile, for the most part. I'm sure with the proper incentives, they could support things like a Universal Rights Bill. More trade with Menagerie. Maybe... An alliance with them, to truly make them recognized as the Fifth Kingdom."

She had closed to a few inches away from him, her yellow eyes boring into his. Jaune gulped.

"I uh... That would be... Niiiice?" He managed. "But I don't know what you expect me to do about it-"

Blake held up her Scroll. A petition app was on the screen.

"Sign this."

Jaune, due to instincts born from being accosted outside markets and stores dozens of times, automatically wrote his signature in an authentication box and pressed his thumb to a reader. The screen turned green. Blake smiled happily.

"Thank you. This should be enough."

"Enough?" Jaune asked faintly, "Enough for what?"

"Signatures," Blake stated, "To get Initiative 47 onto the ballot next year."

"And... That does what?"

"It will allow the citizens of Vale to vote to restore the monarchy, of course," Blake said with a smile, "With you as the King."

"WHAT?!" Jaune shouted, throwing his hands up in the air, "WHY IN THE HELL WOULD I EVER AGREE TO THAT?!"

"You just did," Blake deadpanned. Jaune frantically grabbed for the Scroll, but Blake tossed it well out of his reach.

"Blake-No-I-I don't want to be king!" He shouted. "There is no REASON for me to be King-!"

Blake pressed back against him, her eyes boring into his. She rested a hand on his chest.

"Jaune," Blake breathed, "We have an opportunity to achieve great things, for humans and Faunus. Can you imagine how much good you could do for Faunus rights if you had political power?"

"I-I mean I'd want to, but that doesn't mean I'd be any good at it!" Jaune insisted. "Wh-What would stop me from turning into a power mad tyrant?! Or-Or making terrible decisions that ruined everyone's lives-?!"

"We would," Blake said firmly, "Your friends. If you kept us close, we wouldn't let you go that far! We'd-We'd protect you! My father is a political leader too, I-I would help you-!"

"BLAKE!" Jaune shouted. He grabbed her shoulders and glared at her. "I. Don't. Want. Power! I just want to help people, and make the world a better place! As a Huntsman!"

"You could do so much more as a King, Jaune!" Blake insisted. "In fact, you're probably the perfect choice for this! You don't want power! You're afraid of what you might become with power! That means you wouldn't abuse it!"

Jaune shook his head frantically.

"I don't know that for sure!"

"I do," Blake said firmly. "I mean... I've made a lot of bad choices, bad judgements of people's character in the past... But I know you, Jaune. And if it helps? I would be with you. Every step of the way."

She took his hands in hers.

"I'm willing to do anything to make the world a better place, Jaune," she insisted, "Absolutely anything."

Jaune blinked. His brain finally caught up with his senses as his emotions quieted down. For instance, the fact that Blake was a very attractive woman. Insanely so. And that she was pressed up tight against him and she felt and smelled very good-

"Uhhhh," Jaune managed, before Blake spoke again in a soft whisper.

"An alliance between Vale and Menagerie," she said, "Could be achieved if we got married. Make it a true alliance."

"M-Married?!" Jaune squeaked. Blake stared at him intently and looked a bit vulnerable.

"Are... Do you not find me attractive?"

"Are you insane?! Of course I find you attractive!" Jaune blurted out. "You're insanely attractive, Blake!"

She actually blushed, and smiled.

"And you're... Quite nice too," she said with a nod, "And we're fairly compatible personality wise, so such an arranged marriage would be acceptable."

"Blake, I'm not a King, I'm not-!"

"And I'd even allow you to have other lovers," Blake said quickly, "Weiss would be a useful ally. So would Pyrrha. Ruby and Yang shouldn't be left behind. There are old provisions in Valean law for multiple wives, meaning more alliances-"

"BLAKE!" Jaune shouted. "I'm not going to be King! So we're not getting married, all right?! That's final!"

He had to put his foot down. His father had made that very clear. You couldn't just let your friends get away with anything or everything, it would make them into worse people.

Blake frowned.

"I... Oh..." She murmured. She bowed her head. "Maybe... Maybe I've gone too far."

"Maybe you have," Jaune said firmly.

Blake bowed her head.

"Sorry," she murmured. Jaune sighed, and patted her on the shoulder.

"Look," he stated, "I get what you want. I get why you want it. But I don't. And I never will."

"What if there was a situation where Vale needed you to be King?" Blake asked quietly. Jaune sighed and rolled his eyes.

"If there is such a situation where there's literally no one else who can lead and organize things to save Vale? Then yes. I will take up the role of King. But since that will never happen? It's irrelevant. You'd better just stop your petition and end it, because I'm not going to be King unless the situation is so desperate I can't make things worse, all right?"

Blake nodded.

"All right."

"Good," Jaune sighed. Hopefully, he'd just have to endure some more teasing and weirdness for a while, and then things could get back to normal...

- - -

At the Vytal Festival, some months later...

Pyrrha hadn't wanted to do it. But there was no other choice. Jaune... She loved him, she had told him this before sending him off. But she saw it in his eyes. He would die for her, in a heartbeat.

And she knew Cinder would kill him. Losing him... Was unacceptable.

She knew this fight would be tough... But as she kneeled, exhausted, bloody, with several arrows in her, blood pouring down her body as Cinder cackled in front of her in the burning Headmaster's office, she realized... She had thought she could win.

She had been wrong.

First time for everything, she thought, as she looked up at Cinder with a defiant glare. The massive Grimm Dragon loomed over, as Cinder laughed mockingly.

"So ends the Invincible Girl," she mocked, "Don't worry about your little boyfriend... I'll take good care of him~..."

Pyrrha seethed. She gripped the floor, tried to rally any strength she might have left...!

A Bullhead popped up, and Dust cannon fire erupted from its guns. Cinder threw up a shield of flames to protect herself, as the Grimm Dragon roared. Behind it, several commercial and police airships rose, firing Dust cannons at it in a massive barrage.

Over the sounds of explosions, she heard people running out behind her. She felt arms pull her into an embrace and carry her off, as Dust weapons fired around them.

"We got her, we got her, GO GO GO!" Shouted a familiar voice. She managed to force her eyes open, as a very dirty, very roughed up but alive Jaune stood over her. Medics in white clothing went to work, even as she reached out her hand to him.

"J-Jaune-"

He squeezed her hand and shook his head.

"Don't talk, you're gonna be okay," he said, "Good work."

She smiled up at him as one of the medics put a mask over her mouth and nose. He smiled back briefly, before looking to the pilots.

"Everyone out?!"

"Yes Your Majesty!" One of the pilots shouted.

Your Majesty...? Pyrrha thought.

Jaune nodded.

"Blow her to Hell," he growled.

Pyrrha tilted her head. She could see Ren, Nora, and Coco firing their weapons out of the hatch of the Bullhead. Even with them blocking her view with their bodies and fire, she could see the top of Beacon Tower. Cinder and the Grimm Dragon were both being bombarded with gun and missile fire from dozens of airships. A few warships flying flags she didn't recognize joined the fight, using their large guns. The top of Beacon Tower exploded, as the Grimm Dragon roared, engulfed in flames.

Then everything went black.

- - -

Pyrrha awoke to the sounds and smells of a hospital room. She wasn't entirely unfamiliar with it-She'd lost plenty of fights before becoming 'The Invincible Girl', after all. Her body felt like it was made of lead, she was so tired. Aches and pains pricked at her all over.

She forced her eyes open. It was a hospital room: A fairly nice one, all told. She saw Ren and Nora sleeping nearby on a cot, cuddled up under a blanket. They looked dirty but well, and Pyrrha smiled happily.

"You're awake."

She turned, and her eyes widened. Jaune stood there, in a long jacket over his armor and stubble on his face. A pair of Valean Rangers, their elite policemen, stood outside the doors with their weapons held in salute, though he barely paid them any mind.

He gave her a warm, if tired smile.

"J-Jaune," she whispered, tears coming to her eyes. He walked over and hugged her, a hug she gladly returned as best she could-There were many tubes and devices stuck to her.

"The doctors say you're going to be okay," Jaune whispered, "But it was... It was touch and go for a while."

"How long-?"

"A week," Jaune said bluntly. He caressed her cheek, as though to make sure she was really here. She nuzzled into it, enjoying his touch.

"You... You all right?" She managed. "Is everyone all right?"

"Nora and Ren are fine, just tired," Jaune said with a fond smile towards his friends, "They wouldn't leave your side. Ruby and her team are..." He paused, "They're okay. Yang's... She lost an arm, but she's alive."

"Oh, no," Pyrrha whispered. Jaune rubbed her back.

"She'll be okay," Jaune insisted, "We... We'll get her the best help we can."

Pyrrha nodded.

"... What about Cinder? And the Dragon?"

"Escaped," Jaune said, his eyes dark with anger, "We managed to hit them both hard enough to retreat, but we have no idea where they are now. Or what happened to the rest of her team."

"And Vale?" Pyrrha asked.

Jaune was silent for a moment.

"The Atlasian Navy was taken over by a virus, along with their drones," Jaune said bluntly, "They caused... Massive damage to the city, and turned off the auto defenses. Thousands are dead. Tens of thousands are homeless. We managed to get the defenses back online, just before we went after you. I... I got some help from Menagerie."

"Menagerie?" Pyrrha gasped. While she had no anti-Faunus feelings, the idea that the kingdom of Faunus would aid them sounded ridiculous. They had no love for humans! "How?"

Jaune sighed heavily.

"The Council was killed in the first few minutes of the assault," he said, "Along with Ozpin. The... Vale needed leadership. And..." He smiled sadly, "I'm the only heir to the throne around, so... I'm King now."

Pyrrha's eyes widened in shock. When she learned about Jaune's heritage... She had loved him more. Not because he was royalty, but because he rejected it. He wanted to be himself, not an idol for others to worship. To know how much alike they were? Jaune Arc had a permanent place in her heart after that.

She shakily raised a hand to cup his cheek. He looked so much older now, with his five-o'clock shadow and hardened eyes.

"You did what you had to, to save the kingdom," she murmured, "I-I'm... I'm very proud of you. I know it's hard, but I know you'll do a great job. You... You rallied the people and another kingdom to our cause, that's not easy."

Jaune sighed heavily again.

"Yeah... Well... You're not going to like how I did it," he murmured.

"Why?" Pyrrha asked.

One of the Rangers from outside coughed.

"Your Majesty," he said, "The Queen has arrived."

"Queen?" Pyrrha mumbled, in shock.

"She's not the Queen yet, Ranger, and you know she doesn't like that," Jaune said tiredly, "Bring her in."

Escorted by two Faunus in dark blue armor, Blake Belladonna entered the hospital room. She smiled warmly and wrapped her arms around Jaune.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah," Jaune nodded, hugging her back. "Yang okay?"

"She's... She's not great, but she's doing better," she said quietly. She turned to Pyrrha with a small smile. "Hello Pyrrha. I'm... I'm very glad to see you're okay."

"Queen?" Pyrrha asked again. Blake and Jaune both winced. Blake recovered first.

"My father and mother... Menagerie is a bit old fashioned when it comes to politics, in some ways," she explained, "The only way to convince our forces to come to Vale to aid them... Was with a political alliance. A... A political marriage. And since I'm the only child of my parents, the Chieftains of Menagerie..."

She held up her hand. A silver wedding band was on her finger. A matching one was on Jaune's.

"We're to be married to secure the Alliance," Jaune said, quiet and remorseful. Blake looked just as awkward.

Which is when Pyrrha passed out.

- - -

Yeah I don't even know how this came about.

 

[Blasterbot]

kek even when her knight arrives in time to save her Pyrrha still loses in the domain she most cares about.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Cardin Winchester strove to be dominant. To be the best, like his ancestors before him. Unfortunately, this year at Beacon had brought so many higher placed competitors that his options for that were slim. Academically? He was smart, sure, but he wasn't a genius like Weiss Schnee. Physically? He was powerful, but not the same level of powerhouse as Yang Xiao-Long or Pyrrha Nikos-Which was grating.

So... That left the social sphere. Which honestly just left bullying.

Picking on Jaune Arc was easy. The guy was a total wuss, and didn't even fight back. Cardin would have respected the wimp if he'd put in some effort, at least: What kind of a Huntsman wannabe folded at the first sign of intimidation?

Arc was no fun though. The appeal of bullying the little twerp was short lived. So, Cardin sought out a new target.

In the cafeteria, Cardin spotted a rabbit Faunus girl walking by. Perfect.

He got up, his team following behind. He headed after her, closing in.

She heard his approach, and turned around. His grin grew wide, he was all ready to seize her ears, call her a freak...

The sunlight came through the tall windows and fell over her. She stared up at him in some confusion, her large, chocolate brown eyes shining. Her full lips were like rose petals, her cheeks like sleek apples. Her skin was like fine porcelain, her nose was cute. Her hair swung in the hair behind her, gorgeous.

And her body... Her uniform barely held back her large, perfect bosom. Her legs were long and perfectly shaped. Her torsoe was a perfect hour glass-His brain pointed out how amazing her ass had been...

"Yes?" The beautiful vision asked, in a voice sweet and delicate as a song in the summer.

Cardin's face went bright red. He opened his mouth... Nothing came out.

Russel glanced up at him.

"Uh, Cardin? You okay?"

Cardin tried again.

"You're... You're...!"

The goddess made flesh looked just as concerned.

"Is something wrong?" She asked.

"... Beautiful!" Cardin tried. The rabbit faunus girl went bright red. Cardin tried again.

Come on brain! INSULT! INSULT HER!

"Gorgeous!"

WHAT?!"

"SEXY!"

"E-Eep?!" The rabbit Faunus girl cried. His team was staring at him like he'd lost his damn mind.

"Um," the girl tried, "Th-Thank... You?"

MOUTH WHAT ARE YOU DOING! WHAT IS GOING ON?!

"Cardin?" Dove asked. His team muttered behind him. Cardin turned to them, a plea in his eyes.

No! NO HELP ME YOU IDIOTS! GET ME OUT OF THIS!

His team nodded. Cardin felt a sense of relief. Yeah, they'd start bullying her, everything would be resolved-

"He's just shy, ya know?" Sky said, "He thinks you're the hottest girl ever! Uh... Velvet, right?"

The angel had a name-NO STOP THAT BRAIN WHAT THE FU-?!

"He-He does?!" Velvet asked, blushing. Dove nodded stoically.

"He does indeed. He would like to take you out on a date. He's just a little nervous."

WHAT?! NO! NO NO NO-!

"He'll pay for everything, yo!" Sky threw in, grinning behind his shades, "Only the best for a classy gal like you!"

Velvet hesitated.

"W-Well..."

"Look, come on, yes or no girl," Russel grunted, "It's not that hard! You wanna go out with a stand up guy, or you wanna just do nothing this Friday night?"

RUSSEL DAMNIT WHAT THE FU-?!

Velvet blushed, and smiled warmly at Cardin. A white noise filled his brain as he stared dreamily at her.

"Well, uh... S-Sure," she managed. "Um... Is 6 okay?"

"6 is totally cool!" Sky contributed, giving her a thumbs up. "Dress nice! He'll bring roses!"

"I do like roses," Velvet mused. She beamed. "Okay! See you then, Cardin!"

"Y-Yeah," Cardin managed. The rabbit faunus winked.

"You uh... You have a way with words," she said, a light joke. He nodded dumbly. His brain refused to acknowledge anything but her amazing rear as she walked off. When she was out of his sight, he turned and glared death at his teammates.

"What the hell did you just do?!" He hissed.

Sky glared.

"Uh... Set you up on a date? Isn't that what you wanted? I mean, she's a Faunus, yeah, but man, she is hot!" He grinned. "And so we helped you out! That's what bros do!"

"I-That's not-!"

"To think you would have the balls to defy your parents," Dove said with a sage nod, "It will be difficult, but if you want it, we'll support you, Cardin."

"No, I didn't-!"

"Ehhh... I mean, for a Faunus, she is hot," Russel said with a shrug, "There's gotta be an exception for insanely hot Faunus girls, right?"

Sky reached out and patted Cardin on the shoulder with a grin.

"No need to thank us, bro! Just being the best wingmen ever!"

Cardin buried his face in his hands and groaned.

- - -

On Friday...

Cardin stood at the door to Team CVFY's dorm. He held roses, with thorns in them. He was dressed in an okay suit, though certainly not his best. His treacherous teammates had not believed a word he said about not wanting to go on a date with a dirty Faunus-Hell, they were watching him and giving him thumbs up!

Some friends.

The second she open the door, he was going to tell her the date was off, and she was an ugly Faunus freak he hated. Yeah! He'd throw the roses right into her face, YEAH! He'd enjoy her tears! He was gonna-

The door opened. Velvet stood there in a beautiful red dress, that outlined her curves and emphasized her charms better than the uniform had. Her hair was perfectly coiffed. She blushed prettily as she smiled at him. Behind her, Coco Adel, her team leader, smirked with her arms crossed under her chest.

"Can I cook, or can't I?" She asked Cardin. "I'd say I did a good job, Vel. His eyes are about to pop out of his skull."

"Coco!" Velvet scolded with a blush. She beamed up at him warmly. As though his arms were not obeying his brain, he held out the flowers to her.

"Oh my! Uh, thank you!" Velvet said with a smile. She took the bouquet and sniffed them. She beamed at him.

"They're lovely," she said. She put them in a vase, before she reached out to take his arm. "So, uh... Shall we?"

Cardin knew he was gonna do something... But for the life of him? He couldn't remember what it was.

- - -

I mean, in most teenagers, hormones will override politics.

See: Romeo and Juliet.

Hopefully Cardin and Velvet's love story will not involve the mutual suicide...

 

[ATP]

Cardin and Velvet - sorry,now they MUST commit sudoku becouse of love.
'And Pyrrha fate is worst then death...or it was pyrrhic victory? sorry for bad pun!