#klein sieben

Jacques: No no! Stay away! Stay away!

The head of the SDC ran down the halls of his secret laboratory, fear powering his steps as a monster hunted him like a deer in the wilds.

Jacques tripped, and fell upon the ground, as he struggled to his feet he found the pistol of one of the dead guards who once protected these halls. He grabbed the pistol, and ran towards the landing pads, a frantic pace in his steps as he ran. He fired the pistol twice behind him as he heard the faintest of a growl behind him.

Jacques' once impeccable white dress suit was now a tattered, ruined piece of fabric smeared red with the blood of his former employees. As he reached the empty landing bay, he let out a laugh of relief. Believing that he was finally safe before turning around, and letting out a scream of a lifetime.

Jacques: AHHH-GRK?!!

The monster had hunted him with ease, the path he followed was one of simplicity, and certainly. It was a path easy for any Huntsman to follow, or at least, it was an easy path to trail for what once was a Huntsman.

Or, what was once considered a human.

: Jacques…!!!

The gun effortlessly fell from Jacques hands as he felt a vice-like grip tighten around his throat. He choked, as he tried to pry the fingers tightening around his neck from growing eve rtighter. 

Jacques: Pleaseeee…! L-Let me go!

The monster chuckled softly, his voice like a burning axe being dragged along freezing cold ice. He may appear to be some sort of monster. But, he was created to be a monster for whatever sick game this thing did to turn him into this. Well, whatever being with such a dark, and a depraved mind that they would willing turn someone into such a beast was the true monster here.

: Oh, you’re begging me to let you go? Tell me, how many beg you to let them go? How many beg for mercy! How many beg for you to stop! How many did you answer! How many that beg for freedom did you let go? Hmm?!

Jacques: I… C-C-Can’t breath?!

: None! You let none go free! The morgue of this hell hole is filled with the dozens of innocent victims you defiled! And, for what?! Power, wealth, influence! What brought your mind to commit such atrocities?!

Jacques: I-I!

: Ahh… Who cares… The living will determine your fate, what your legacy will become… But, worry not, you will not die by their hands… But, by my hands you will die… slowly as the last thing you will ever see is the nightmare that you have created…!

Before the beast could tighten its grasp any further, the door to the hanger exploded. Sending metal fragments flying, and yet all the beast did was hold the throat of the dying monster within its grasp. Nor caring for what was happening in the world behind him.

The beast paid no mind to the swarm of Atlas soldiers fanned about him, weapons drawned, and at the ready. All that mattered was killing this monster slowly in his grasp, but his grip loosened as an all too familiar voice called out to him.

Ironwood: We have you surrounded! Surrender now, or we will be forced to use deadly force.

The Beast growled in rage. But, steadied itself, not allowing itself to be consumed by its newfound unbridled rage.

: Before I surrender… Can I at least kill this monster…?

Ironwood: That voice… 

Winter: Why does he sound so familiar…?

: Well…?

Ironwood: I’m afraid I must ask you not to do so; We need him alive.

: And, why is that?

Ironwood: We need to interrogate him; Find out if he was working for anyone, who he was working with, anything he may have done to create… you.

: Will he die for what he has done to me? And, all those who were experimented on, that now lay dead in the morgue!

Ironwood: How many are dead?

: Too many…

Ironwood: I can’t promise for certain whether, or not he will die, but if he did this to you, and many others. I doubt he will live for long.

: You swear?

Ironwood: I’m sorry?

: Do you swear it! Swear that this monster will die for the crimes it has committed against humanity, and nature! SWEAR IT!!!

The soldiers about the, General shifted nervously as they kept their weapons trained on the beast before them. The General steadied himself before speaking, his voice filled with honesty, and firm determination.

Ironwood: I swear upon the cities of Mantle, and Atlas. And the people of which I have sworn to give my life to protect them. I will see to it that Jacques Schnee will die for the crimes he has committed.

The beast looked at the General from pools of black with blood red irises out of the corner of its eyes before letting out a deep, rolling sigh as he relented. Tossing Jacques wretched body before his feet, before turning to face the General.

: See to that you do. Or, else I will come to kill him myself…

The Specialists who had come along with the General for this mission lowered their weapons with an audible gasp of shock, and fear washed out of them. The voice was deeper, and even with a partially covered face of Grimm bone plate in the shape of a human’s skull with a horn protruding out of the top of it. With skin as pale as a corpse, and dull golden locks, they could all still recognize someone that they all had come to know, and care for all too well. But, to see him like this was not something anyone dreamed to see.

Winter: J-Jaune…?

: …

Jaune: Hello, Winter. You’re looking well…

Winter: Oh gods…

Ironwood: What the hell has he done to you…?

~~~

: We the members of the Supreme Court of Atlas; Hereby find the accused; Jacques Gelé, to be guilty of kidnapping, murder, illegal genetic experimentation, and several other crimes that can only be described as; crimes against humanity. The court hereby sentences Jacques Gele to be sentenced to death for these heinous acts against nature! (Slam, slam!) Court dismissed!

The screen was soon shut off as one individual breathed a sigh of relief as he gazed upon his horrid reflection in the screen.

It had taken nearly half a year, but it was finally done. Jacques Gelé was finally dead.

Kidnapping, and experimenting on people, trying to turn them into Grimm/Human hybrid abominations for gods know what. Fortunately they had finally stopped him, but nearly a hundred lives; human, faunas. Men, and women, young, and old had perished due to this monster’s experiments. And, out of all of them only one subject succeeded. And, that poor soul was one, Jaune Arc.

No one knew how he survived, much less how he became a Grimm/Human Hybrid. And, no one knew if the process was reversible. Not even the Relic of Creation, and its vast knowledge, and all the data detaining to Jaune's transformation could fathom up with an idea to restore Jaune to his original form. Jaune was stuck to bear this form until the day he died. And, after being trapped in this form for as long as he had, he had accepted his fate. He will learn to live with it.

He just wished his damn horn would stop getting in his way.

Jaune’s mind was broken from his musing as a familiar figure entered his room, one he had become all too well acquainted with due to these past events.

Jaune: Hello, Ms. Schnee. May I be of some service?

Willow: Hello, Jaune, are you feeling… happy?

Willow Schnee had become an odd, but not unwelcome part of his life eversince his transformation. Despite having no involvement in what happened to him, she felt obligated to help him however she could. Jaune suspected this had to deal with the fact she was married to that monster. But, she had no part in what happened to it, nor knowledge of anything happening to him, or what it did to all those other poor victims. But, she was helping all of them, and him nonetheless.

The SDC had gone through a complete overturn since Willow had taken control. Better benefits, and care for employees, setting up a trust fund for all the victims' families. Many people said Willow was doing this just to clear the SDC, and the Schnee name. But, Jaune knew it was to help the people who had been hurt, the families destroyed, and the lives ruined because of Jacques Gelé.

She was doing this to prove she was better than him, and that she will be nothing like that thing. And, Jaune knew she was more than she thought she was, and he looked forward to where she would now go, now that she was free.

Jaune: Happy, happy about what?

Willow: Jacques is being executed; I thought this news would make you feel… happy? Or, at the very least feel some sort of relief.

Jaune: It does, and it doesn’t. It is nice to know that that monster is being put down, but it is too little, too late. Too much suffering was felt by too many from his actions. His death doesn’t help anyone. It is a cold comfort; that is all it is.

Willow looked away from Jaune hiding the pain she held from him. Jaune was always so angry now, it was believed to be a byproduct of his transformation. She hoped his heart would feel at ease at the news of his ex-husband’s soon to be execution.

But, the death of one man could not undo all the damage done that was wrought upon Jaune’s mind, body, and soul.

Jaune: So, why are you here, Miss Schnee? I doubt it would be to celebrate the death of someone, even if it's that thing's death.

Willow: Ah yes, well… I heard from Winter, that General Ironwood offered you a job at Atlas Academy; is that true?

Jaune: Yes he did. I will be teaching strategy, as well as being an assistant combat instructor when the need arises. Ironwood was impressed by how I managed to help in the defence of Atlas when Salem attacked. And, since I will no longer be accompanying my friends as they go to Vacuo, he offered me a job.

Willow: And, why aren't you accompanying them?

Jaune stared down his reflection in the mirror, his eyes staring down at his Grimm half before they returned to address the Schnee Matriarch.

Jaune: When Salem attacked… I could feel her presence clawing at the back of my mind… I’m worried what would happen to me, or my friends if I got too close to her again. So I decided it would be best if we split ways. I do wish I could be with them, but I would rather live by a safe then sorry principle.

Willow: I see… So will you be staying here at Atlas Academy then?

Jaune: Well yes, but I would prefer not to. I would prefer to stay at a place with more… breathing room.

Willow: Breathing room?

Jaune: This room just feels too cramped, and colourless. I want someplace to stay where I can have a more colourful room, posters, and paintings upon the walls. Something that is mine that I can do whatever the hell I want with it. But I can’t because it's ‘against regulations.’

Willow: I see. Have you had any luck finding such a place then?

Jaune: Nope…

Jaune chuckled deeply as he laughed at his bitter state.

Jaune: I need to be close to the Academy, so I need a place in Atlas. It’s hard enough as it is for Faunas to find a place up here. But, a being such as myself. Hehe… No such luck.

Willow: Well… You can stay at my house if you would like.

Jaune: What?

Willow: My home has plenty of spare rooms, so you wouldn’t be imposing on me at all. And, ever since my daughters left, the house has been feeling rather empty. I still have Whitely with me at home. But, even he agrees that home feels empty. So, if you would like to, you can stay with us.

Jaune looked away from the Schnee matriarch as his mind was deep in thought. The house was close enough for him to get the Academy. He wouldn’t have to deal with all the people cowering before him at his appearance. And, it was a rather spacious home to live in. All in all, it was a good deal, however…

Jaune: Ms. Schnee, you don’t have…

Willow: I’m not doing this because I feel obligated to do so Jaune. I’m doing this because I want to. So, will you stay at my home Jaune, please?

Jaune: Haa… Very Well. I humbly accept your offer, Ms. Schnee. But! I have a few requests I need to be done before I can move in with you.

Willow: Requests?

Jaune: Small things I assure you; I need a rather big bed with a low headboard, and have it away from the wall.

Willow: Let me guess: It’s because of your horn?

Jaune laughed as he shyly rubbed the back of his head with his more human, left hand. His right hand, while it still retained its more human aspects, but the retractable claws, and bone plates on his hand clarified it was no longer a normal human, much less a faunas arm.

Jaune: Damn thing gets in the way more often then I would like it too. I tried cutting it off, but it just grew back. So yeah, if you don’t mind?

Willow smiled warmly at the Huntsman. She knew his new body had its drawbacks, but he did the best he could with what he had. And, if something as little as a bigger bed away from any walls would make him feel better, well, she was more than happy to oblige.

Willow: I will see to it at once. I will also have someone come to bring you to my home tomorrow, so you better start packing things up.

Jaune: There isn’t much to pack so that shouldn’t take long. Again, thank you for offering me a place to stay. I look forward to enjoying your hospitality.

Willow: The pleasure is all mine. Now, I must be off, I will see you tomorrow, Jaune.

She made her way to leave before turning back to address Jaune one more time.

Willow: And, Jaune as I have already told you before; Please call me, Willow.

And, with a coy smirk, and a cheeky wink of her eye she left the Hybrid Huntsman alone to prepare for tomorrow.

~~~

: Oh I am so thrilled to have you staying with us Mr. Arc. The Lady has been so happy since you agreed to come here. Ahh! Your presence will breathe in a new wave of life into this place.

Jaune: Thank you, Klein. I wouldn’t say that, the staff will be spending most of its time getting used to my… presence. The fresh air will no doubt be a chill down the spines of many who work here.

Jaune enjoyed Klein Sieben. His semblance was a bit odd, but the faithful butler of the Schnee family was a comforting presence, one of the few felt in this home while it still resided here.

Klein: Well, that is to be expected, Mr. Arc. I mean no offence; But, your new appearance will leave many of the staff to be quite unnerved.

Jaune: I’m afraid that is to be expected. So long as they aren’t screaming, and running away in terror when they see my face, it will be fine. Although, I expect it will happen every now, and then.

Klein: Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that won’t happen…

Jaune couldn’t help, but smile softly as Klein adopted his ‘angry side.’ After spending some time around Klein, Jaune understood why Weiss valued him so highly. There are some people too good for this world that you just don’t want to let go of.

: Jaune! You’re finally here!

Jaune: Whitely, you’re looking well. Much more muscle on you now, no longer that little twig you were before.

Whitely Schnee; Once a carbon copy in the making of his father, Jacques Gelé. But, after the crimes of his sperm donor came to light, he had broken his molding, and was well on his way to becoming his own man. Both physically, and mentally. One who looked up to Jaune despite his new appearance, as a brother figure he always needed, and wanted.

Whitely: You’re looking well too. I hope you will be able to enjoy your stay here at the Schnee Manor.

He gave a polite bow towards Jaune as he welcomed him. All the while the smile on his face was never fading.

Jaune: Where is Ms… Where is Willow? I was hoping to see her, and offer her my thanks for letting me stay here.

Whitely: Mother is busy with some company matters. She won’t be back till later. But, she will be able to join us for supper.

Jaune: I see… Well then, in the meantime would you be so kind as to show me to my room? I may not have much, but I need to unpack what I have.

Klein: Follow me, Mr. Arc. I will show you to your quarters.

Jaune: Thank you Klien.

Whitely: Uhh, Jaune?

Jaune: Yes, Whitely?

Whitely: If you have nothing to do after you finish unpacking, would you like to join me for some gaming?

One of the effects of Jaune, his team, and Team RWBY arrival at Weiss's home is that they got Whitely addicted to video games. Weiss was furious with them for ‘corrupting’ her little brother's mind by letting him play such things. That would have been the case if they went with any of Blake's suggestions for ‘games,’ luckily however they prevented such a thing from happening.

And, Whitely’s gaming obsession had the added benefit of helping Whitely relax. They gave him a chance to unwind, because of this he was no longer his rather uptight, and snooty former self. And, he genuinely seemed far happier than before, which made Jaune smile as he affectionately rubbed the boy's head with his human arm.

Jaune: I would be happy to join you; I will meet you in the gaming room when I ha ve finish unpacking. I shouldn’t take too long.

Whitely: That’s great! I’ll see you in the game room later!

Jaune nodded his head as Klein started to lead Jaune to his room, but stopped as Whitely called out to him again.

Whitely: Oh! And, Jaune; If mother… Uhh… if mother…

Jaune: If Willow, what…?

Whitely: I-It’s not my place to say… I’ll see you later.

Jaune quirked his eyebrow in mild confusion as he saw the young, Schnee heir run away. He was curious what Whitely was about to say, but he would no doubt hear about that later.

But, would he like to hear about it though?

~~~

Jaune placed Crocea Mors in its cradle atop his dresser, before gently rubbing his armour. It was the same armour he had before his kidnapping, albeit fully repaired. Jacques sent a small army after him to capture him, to the point his armour was dented, and scratched to hell. He was surprised they managed to repair it all, and yet…

: Something wrong with your armour, Jaune?

Jaune looked over to see Willow entering his room, she turned to close the door softly before facing the Beast again.

Jaune: It was practically destroyed when they grabbed me, yet they managed to repair it… But, I don’t think I want to wear it anymore… It doesn’t feel right to wear it anymore.

Willow: Too many bad memories?

Jaune: That, and because of my transformation it doesn’t fit well on the right side of my body anymore. It feels rather tight honestly.

Jaune grimaced as he looked at the bone plate that covered his right arm, and part of his torso. He could still wear his armour, but it was rather uncomfortable now.

Willow couldn’t help, but smile softly at Jaune's cheeky remark as she walked over next to him to look at his armour.

Jaune: So, I didn’t see you at dinner; did something happen at work today?

Willow: Yes, many members on the board were bought by Jacques, and are linked to some of the crimes he committed. It’s been five months since we started to purge the company of anything linked to Jacques, but the more  filth we dig out, the more wretched it becomes. I had to call in General Ironwood to help me remove this filth, there are many people who are going to be arrested for their own series of crimes.

Jaune: Is the damage really that bad?

Willow: A fair portion of Atlas's high society had been flipped on his head. Entire families have been destroyed in one form, or another thanks to Jacques's actions. And, many of them are angry at what has happened; at me, and their families for what has happened to them.

Jaune: These angry people… Will they try to attack you, seek revenge?

Willow: Doubtful; Some may try, but I doubt they could do anything to actually harm me. Besides, I just got a new guard dog who will protect me~!

Willow ruffled Jaune's hair as one would pet a dog. She smiled brightly at him as Jaune shot her an annoyed scowl at the treatment.

Jaune: Is that why you brought me here? To act like your guard dog?

Willow recoiled in fear as Jaune looked above her, his voice filled with a cold, and silent rage as he loomed over her.

Willow: No no no! I was just joking, Jaune. I swear!

Jaune sighed deeply as he took a step back from her. His hand rubbing the tiredness off his face before he returned his gaze back to Willow.

Jaune: I’m sorry, Willow. I know you didn’t mean it like that, my temper just got the better of me again. I will watch over you, and Whitely. I promise you that.

Willow: I know you will, it's why I trust you so much.

Willow then walked away from him, and gestured to the room they were in with her hands held wide as she addressed him.

Willow: So, what do you think of your new room? Is it as spacious as you wanted it to be? I would have asked them to paint the walls, but that would have taken a while, and I wasn’t certain what colour you would have liked. Certainly not some sort of beige colour…?

Jaune: Ha… No, no I don’t care for beige. A green perhaps, a dark green? For now everything is just fine, maybe some different curtains, a different rug perhaps? But, such things can wait.

Willow: I see… Oh, yes, the bed! As you can see. I got you a bigger bed, a low headboard, and it's at least a foot away from the wall, just like you asked. Now you don’t have to worry about your horn getting in the way. Hopefully.

Willow gestured towards the bed as she showed everything that she had done before she sat at the foot of the bed.

Jaune: Hopefully… Thank you Willow, I appreciate everything that you have done for me.

Willow: My pleasure, Jaune.

Jaune: But, I have to ask you something… 

Willow: What is it Jaune?

Jaune: Willow… What is your game…?

Willow: Whatever do you mean?

Jaune: I can understand why you would invite me to stay at your home, but why are you doing this? Why are you in my room so late into the evening, all alone, why are you so close, and above all; Why did you lock the door behind you…?

Jaune’s eyes, and ears had vastly improved since his transformation, it was far easier for him to notice the small things, such as the small click of a locked door. The way Willow's breathing had quickened, yet stilled whenever he loomed over her, or how intently her ice blue eyes stared into his blood red ones.

She didn’t answer him verbally, not directly. She stood up, and kept solid eye contact with him as she grabbed the sash around his waist, and gently pulled him closer unwrapping it, and letting it gently fall upon the ground. Before reaching up, and slowly undoing the buttons on, Jaune’s coat.

Willow: Now what could I be planning, hmm~?

The first button was undone.

Willow: I mean, I’m just a single mother in a room with a young man.

The second button was undone.

Willow: A young man who incidentally freed me from a loveless marriage. How it may have been done, we don't need to worry about that now. I was freed from that monster in the end.

The third button was undone.

Willow: And, now that I am free to do as I please, I can finally be with who I wish to be with.

The fourth button was undone.

Willow: But, the question remains; Will he have me?

Willow pulled off his jacket letting it fall to the floor. She then ran her slender fingers down his broad chest to the hem of his shirt, she was about to raise it up, when his hands came down and grasped her arms by her wrists, and gently pushed them away.

She turned her head away, fearing she had done something wrong, only to feel a gentle finger under her chin to turn her head to stare into a warm gaze of blood red eyes.

Jaune: But, tell me… Why is she doing this…?

While his left hand cupped her face, forcing her to keep her eyes upon his face as his eyes went downward as his right hand started to undo the buckle on her waist letting it fall with a dull thud.

Jaune: Is she doing this because she wants to, or is it because of a sense of gratitude?

His hand removed the pendant on her scarf, letting it fall with a small clatter, before being covered by her discarded scarf.

Jaune: Does she desire to feel the flesh of the young man upon her flesh. Or, does she feel obligated to do this because he saved her?

His right hand extended one of his claws, and slowly cut off one button after another, until her blouse had been cut undone.

Jaune:  Is this a token thank you, or a display for a desire for physical intimacy, and perhaps…

His hands pulled off her vest, and blouse, letting it pile up with the rest of their discarded clothing upon the floor. Leaving the young man to stare at her upper body, enwrapped in a deep lacy blue.

Jaune: Is this a confession of love…?

Willow moved her hands to his waist, and with his help pulled off his shirt. She pushed her bra clad breasts against his chest as she lazily ran her fingers against his hard chest. The only sound being her heavy warm breath against his chest.

Willow: And, if it was a confession, then what?

Jaune: I would ask why…?

Jaune’s hands descended down Willow's hour glass body before resting on her full, child bearing hips.

Jaune: Why are you interested in a boy your youngest daughter’s age…?

Willow’s breath hitched as she felt his hands caressed her shapely rear, her breath stilled as she heard the zipper of her skirt being pulled down.

Jaune: Why are you interested in a boy who has been turned into a monster…?

His hands found the top of her skirt, and pulled it down, revealing to him her deep lacy blue. A sight that caught his breath in his throat. All of this was happening, so suddenly, and fast.

And, he never wanted it to stop.

Jaune: I would ask, why do you want to love me? Me? Even after all that I have been through, why would you love me in such a way…?

Willow’s hands reached for his waist, and as she turned to gaze upon his face he could hear the click, and clank of metal as his belt was undone.

Willow: I could give you several answers… Am I doing this because I am lonely, and desire a mans touch upon my body?

Jaune could feel his pants loosen as her tender hands unbuttoned his pants, and unzip the fly.

Willow: Am doing this because I want to feel what it's like when a real man claims me as his own? To become his, and his alone.

Jaune’s breath caught in his throat as he felt her small hand gently rub against his underwear. The duo stared at one another with barely restrained lust, and desire in their eyes, as Willow whispered the words he needed to hear to make him understand why she was doing this. Why did she want this to happen?

Willow: Or, is it because I want to show you how much I love you? You as you are now.

Jaune: How could you? Even I don’t even know what I am now. How could you love that?

Jaune couldn’t look Willow in the eyes so he turned away from her, only for her to gently cup his face in her hands, and force him to stare her in the eyes as she warmly smiled at him.

Willow: You were simply Weiss' friend before the incident. Now, you are Jaune Arc: Huntsman,Saviour of, Atlas, and Mantle. A victim, and the man I truly fell in love with. I don’t care what you look like now, Jaune. All I care is that you know how much it is that I love you, Jaune.

Willow wiped the tears away that fell down, Jaune’s eyes, as he smiled at her. And, for the first time in months he was willing to say that he actually felt happy.

Jaune: Well… I’m not entirely sure how I feel, Willow. But, if you’ll have me. I would love to see where we could go. So, where do we go first?

Willow: Here~!

She whispered softly as she pulled his head closer and placed a soft kiss upon his lips. As they broke the kiss their faces were flush red as the lips clashed again, only this time they were filled with far more passion, lust, and desire leaving them panting for more.

As their passion increased, and the thirst for their partners' lips crashed upon theirs, Jaune’s hands reached down, and lifted Willow up into the air holding her up by her thighs. They stayed like that for a moment, lip locked before, Jaune tossed Willow upon the bed. She laughed softly as her eyes watched him make his next move.

Willow: Well, what are you waiting for? Come, and take what is yours~!

Willow saw a sight that lit a raging inferno within her as she saw what hidden treasure lay beneath his last article of clothing. Her smile soon widening as he climbed atop her, saying the words she had longed to hear.

Jaune: Well, if you insist~!

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I could not give this prompt just a little bit, and be done with it. I needed to go the whole nine yards.

I’m looking forward to seeing what you lot will bring out next for this Hybrid AU. Don’t expect pseudo smut on all of them. Only when it feels right for the story willI do such things as this.

Till later then.

Four hands reach for the salt. The first hand belongs to "Mommy", also known as his wife, the paling Ruby Rose. The second hand belongs to the one he used to refer to as "Mommy", his glaring mother, Willow Schnee. The third hand belongs to someone he jokingly referred to as "Mommy", the grinning mother-in-law that is Summer Rose. The fourth and final hand belonged to the closest thing to a parental figure Whitley had starting from a young age, the technical "Mommy" of his life, Klein Sieben.

Salem's preliminary sieges have begun, and the opening battle goes bad in a BIG way. With Jaune the only one left standing (ignoring the serious injuries he really should be getting looked at), he takes it upon himself to protect his friends while they recover in the hospital.

So what if the sand in his armor seems more like rust to him? So what if the injuries in his throat make him sound decades older than he is? So what if protecting them means sliding his mental health backwards into the Rusted Knight? It's fine. He's fine. Good thing Dr. Klein is around to make sure he doesn't have to protect them alone.

TEEN WINTER COMFORTING YOUNG WEISS AND A YOUNGER WHITLEY WHILE JACQUES AND WILLOW FIGHT.

WINTER TELLING WHITLEY, WILLOW, AND KLEIN THAT WEISS FELL INTO THE VOID AND IS GONE AND IS BREAKING DOWN ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO SAVE WEISS. (Not really but they don't know that) WEISS REUNITING WITH WINTER, WHITLEY, WILLOW, AND KLEIN IN VOLUME TEN.

Lisa: Lisa Lavender here with a breaking update.” Behind her three bold print capital ‘P’s appear on the screen. “That’s correct folks, Pyrrha’s Problematic Polyamory. New pictures have leaked onto the CCT showing several members eating various foods OFF of Jaune Arc’s abs.”

#A picture of pajama clad Ruby curled up against a shirtless Jaune. She is picking up a chocolate chip cookie from his abs while he is holding a glass of milk in one hand while reading a blurred out comic in the other.

#A picture of Blake, yukata slid off her shoulders displaying her toned back muscles. She is bending down towards a blindfolded Jaune, a small piece of what looks like fried fish in her lips. The network has blurred where his hand is obviously inside the yukata, gripping the Bellabooty.

#Another picture of a shirtless Jaune, his head in Ren’s lap, while Nora pours syrup on a stack of pancakes laying on his abs.

#A last picture, more of it censored than visible, but you can tell from the long red hair that it is Pyrrha. What you can see if Jaune is his face, his eyes closed and lips pursed in pleasure, part of his chest, and one of his hands holding an ice cream scoop.

*Weiss hops into Pyrrha’s lap*

Weiss: “I assumed one of us would need to perform our SOP apology prevention maneuver.” *starts to get up but the champion holds her where she is*

Pyrrha: “I’m not sorry about that, but I’ll take the kiss anyway.”

Lisa: “So it appears that Jaune Arc may NOT be creating a harem for himself, as many have speculated, and may in fact be the victim in all of this.” The large screen gets muted.

Jaune: “Not thrilled about being called a victim here.”

Pyrrha: “I am livid by that woman calling our relationship problematic.”

Weiss: “Would another kiss help?”

Pyrrha: “Very much, thank you.”

Yang: “What I don’t get is we’ve ALL taken turns being plates for people.”

Nora: “Even Ruby.”

Ruby: “Yeah!”

Yang: “By why is it only Vomit-Boy’s pics are being broadcast?” *at Blake’s glare* “What?”

Blake: “You used that nickname again.” *Yang’s eyes grow wide and she leaps up from her seat to run to Jaune*

Yang: “I’m sorry mmmm” *Jaune performs SOP on Yang, who comes away smiling* “I thought that was only for P-Money.”

Jaune: “Nope.”

Ruby: “Yang’s slip of the tongue…”

Nora: “Which led to Jaune slipping her some tongue…”

Ruby: “…aside. Why do they seem focused on Jaune?”

Ren: *looks thoughtful while rubbing his chin* “You don’t suppose…no it couldn’t be her.”

…..somewhere on Remnant…..

Neo shivers a little. She looks around her ‘command center’ pausing long enough to watch the screen showing her bank balance growing steadily.

Neo: (Maybe I should switch the focus for a bit? Let some of the others be in the limelight for a while? The human golden retriever is a hot commodity but all of the Octuple are lookers.)

Chime

*Neo looks down at her scroll*

To: I8daicecream

From: 7in1

Subject: Downpayment received.

::Here are the first set of pictures you requested. Nothing that could cause the young Schnee undo embarrassment, as stipulated, but at least one from every year starting with her first.::

Neo rubbed her hands together in a chaos goblin-esqu manner as she watched the upload.

…..back in the Xiao-Long home…..

Chime

Weiss: *reluctantly breaks her kiss to check her scroll* “That’s odd.”

Pyrrha: “What is it, my love?”

Weiss: “Someone linked my personal account to another bank. A bank my father doesn’t do business with. And woah…”

Ruby: “Weiss?”

Weiss comforting Ruby when Ruby's feeling overwhelmed ❤️🤍