So in the timelines where Professor Jaune stopped Summer and made Raven stay home with Tai and Summer. What does Ruby treat Raven as? Like does she call her mom too? Aunt? Maid lady?
Also what about Yang? Does she call Raven mom too or does she only call Summer mom?
Summer: J-Jaune!?
Jaune: I really hoped I was wrong... That you wouldn't go and do something stupid once Ozzy told you about Salem...
Summer: I just my eyes ca-
Jaune: SHUT UP!!! NOTHING YOU SAY WILL MAKE ABDONDING YOUR DAUGHTERS OKAY!!! ESPEICALLY WITH HER!!!
Summer: JAUNE LISTEN I CA-
Jaune: No... You. CAN'T. BECAUSE WE WON'T LET YOU...
Raven: I knew this was a bad idea...
Jaune: Open a portal Raven I swear I will cut you within a inch of your life, and obliterate your Tribe...
Raven: 'Gulp'
If... If it were just two of them, then with my Maiden powers I could break even but...
Gretchen: Hehehe... HAHAHAHA!!! Oh This Is Gonna Be Fun!!!
Glynda: I've looked the other way up till now on your actions Branwen, but adding in having a second mother abandon those girls...
Peach: Jaune, your orders.
Jaune:... Go all out... Don't worry... I can heal any damage you cause them.
Gretchen: YES YOU AND ME RAY JUST LIKE OLD TIMES!!!
Glynda: Don't think your tribe will escape Branwen.
Peach: They'll make lovely fertilizer...
Summer: J-Jaune...
Jaune: I am taking you back to Taiyang... Both of you, even if I have to Break Every Bone in Your Bodies...
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Ruby thinks of Raven as a second Mom, as for Yang she is bitter with Raven but not to a unforgiveable point. After all unlike Ruby, she actually remembers when Jaune brought her back and learned that Summer tried to abandon them too.
Also in this AU Vernal is like a older step sister to Yang and Ruby as she was one of the few bandits team ARGT spared
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So in Professor Arc timeline is Vernal gonna be part of Cinder's and Winter's team? Or would she join another team cause they have four. Would you drop someone? I'm curious if Prof Arc saved Neo and Roman or they meet later well into their criminal lives.
Vernal will never forget it, four people as strong as their leader, appearing from Raven's portal and committing indiscriminate slaughter!
A giant of a woman who could make a even bigger, stronger version of herself as large as a Goliath. A petite girl her utter opposite that turned the very trees against them as she willed vines to move like snakes and branches and roots to spear forward and gore their ranks.
And a glasses wearing monster who stopped bullets in mid air, could send men flying at terminal velocity with but the flick of her wrist...
But if asked who scared her... it'd be him... Unstoppable... It was the only word to describe his slaughter... weapons, armors and aura alike all gave to the swing of his blade.
Nothing hurt him, could penetrate his aura as he took life after life. as he stated names... people, villages... the weak they mocked... He, he wasn't a human... He was karma, their well earned destruction.
She tried to fight him, and fell all too easy, aura shattering along with her weapons. his foot slamming down with rib shattering force as he glared down at her with eyes that burned with a lunar radiance as cold and broken as the moon.
Then he spoke...
"I don't recognize you from the Wanted List... you must be Vernal... Ravens student..." Her life would change. And while the other simpltons in Vale might see Jaune Arc as a kind, strong noble Huntsman she knew better...
He was strong, unstoppable...
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I would make a Beacon Graduate, who lives in Patch, she didn't get along with her team.
He visited Sanctum on a whim, he was in Mistral visiting his niece Saphron after all, why not visit the school that was training itâs future protectors⌠Was it truly chance that it happened when he got there at that moment. That he stumbled upon the horrified students backing away from a scene from a horror movie.
A girl over a boy, her skin pale, hair a dull gold but utterly contrast by the crimson of the boy beneath her, of his blood leaking, his eyes wide in equal parts horror and confusion as the girl above him drank deeply. Her aura lighting, brightening with every drop more she drunk.
But from her eyes another purely liquid dripped, tears that contradicted the madness in her eyes, others stood confused. But not him, never him, he didnât hesitate, to hesitate was the let others suffer. The girl moved with surprising grace, avoiding him while her features altered, matching her victimâs.
His hand reached out as he enforced his soul into him, willing thew boyâs body to mend though his soulâs light. The second he saw the studentâs face gain some of itâs blush ensured his life her turned on her and launched after the girl.
Sheâd been smart to run instead of fight, it was a fight she wouldnât win, couldnât win, but escaping was just a futile. She was fast, agile and athletic yes, but he was a skilled tracker. If she was faster, he just had to rely on endurance to carry him through.
And it didâŚ
Sheâd been locked up, and they were debating her sentence, the sentence for an aura user with combat training, she was a threat. And perhaps he shouldâve left it well enough alone, but he didnât, and spoke to her.
And he realized the tragic madness that spurred her on. Toga Himiko was not a monster, she was a girl, gifted with a powerful Semblance, great potential and an honest easily corruptible heart. Oneâs semblance could influence a persons personality quite easily. After all, it was the manifest of your being, of your soul. How could you not begin to ponder its meaning, how could you not attempt to reflect itâs nature on your person, within your actions.
She was dangerous yes, unstable without a doubt⌠But, she was also alone, her family couldnât understand her and feared her for it. Somewhere inside he knew she understood her sense of love was twisted. Was not the norm, after all, why else would she have cried when expressing it.
This was no monster, no villain of demon, she was a girl, a pitiful, lonely, misunderstood child who wanted nothing more then to express her love the only way she could. They way her very soul demanded she act out. All she wanted was a connection, was someone to understand her, was to have friends, family and a love that could accept her deviant nature, a nature she had no control of.
How could he call himself a Huntsman if he couldnât save a single girl from her crippling, cruel loneliness. So he visited her, again and again, using his pull and connection with Ozpin to freeze the freeze the girlâs sentencing while he worked things out.
She started to look forward to meeting him, and heâd admit to the same, after all she was so cheerful and oddly endearing. If not for her eyes being amber instead of blue heâd had thought her one of his nieces.
Apparently after he started visiting regularly she ceased any resisting and even halted trying to escape, he started to bring her things, even cooking for the girl. Not helping but to feel she needed food a bit better then what they served here.
⌠He hadnât expected her to cry, she, she couldnât remember then last time her mom had made her food⌠The last time they treated her like a daughter instead of a Grimm. It angered him, it infuriated the Arc. But he held his tongue, and focused on what mattered.
On calling in favors, on talking to his family and getting his affairs in order, Jaune was many things, he was a Huntsman, next in line to be patriarch to the Arc House and a teacher at Beacon. But he was also a criminal whoâd cheated his way into Beacon once upon a time. His hands had cut down men, his decisions as a leader had led to the death of innocents before as well.
Toga almost killed a boy, she needed help, needed understanding, to be given a chance. And he was all to willing to risk giving her one.
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She tried to be normal, to live normally, to act normally, to love normally, she tried so hard, it was also such a struggle, other peopleâs normal. Other people being able to express themselves, to be themselves and be accepted for it. It wasnât fair, it wasnât right, why couldnât her way be normal⌠Why couldnât she be accepted?
Why couldnât her parents understand her, accept her, but no, they told her it was wrong, that to be so fascinated by blood was wrong, sick and twisted. That she needed to be normal⌠Were they saying her soul was wrong? She could feel it, ever since her semblance first manifested, since she stumbled upon it so long ago when sheâd licked her woundâŚ
Blood was to the body what aura was to the soul, it was beautiful, profound and unique to every person, and she, she could understand it, could indulge, could become others through their blood, she could understand them, be them⌠It was her normal.
But her parents refused to accept her normal, society refused it, the world and everyone in it refused it⌠She obeyed, she tried, she struggled to be everyone elseâs normal⌠Until she met him.
Saito was a amazing boy, he was kind, smart and popular, everyone liked him, everyone respected him, just like a lot of other girls she grew to like him. So often she fought the urge to ask him for some of his blood, she wanted to be like him, to know him, to Become himâŚ
But she smothered those urges, because she knew he could not accept them, nobody could accept a freak like her so she resisted the urge. She fought to stay âNormalâ To be a average, cheerful, reasonable, well-mannered girl that others could accept, even if it was all a actâŚ
But then Saito got into a fight, and seeing him like that⌠so wonderfully bruised and bloodied, it made what was so twisted inside go crazy. And it all came crashing down⌠And she was upon him, moving on not instinct but pure natural movement, as unconsciously as one breathed she gave to her semblanceâs nature.
His flesh parting so easily from a mere box cutter, his aura was shattered in the fight with other beforehand. She drunk from him, his blood tasting like the sweetest of irons, so warm, so filling, so unique to him and him aloneâŚ
It was ecstasy, finally, finally she got to be herself, she was able to express her love, she felt herself turning into him. His aura, his soul, his being, she understood it so much more in that moment. She knew it was all over, her life, all her efforts, they would come crashing down. But for just a moment, she wanted it, to be her own normal, to be herselfâŚ
And then he appeared, he saved Saito, and stopped her, his gaze held so much in it, there was the anger and disgust she expected, but also something new⌠Pity.
His name was Jaune Arc, he was a Huntsman, a professor, and he stopped her, but he didnât stop there. He should up to met her in her jail cell, they talked, well, he talked, asking why she did it. And eventually she explained⌠And, and he listened.
He didnât understand, but⌠But he tried to, he asked more, and she could see it, the disgust this anger and confusion, but never was that all she saw. She could see him trying, struggling to comprehend. Time and time again heâd visit, and talk to her, ask her question sheâd never considered, asked if she thought what she did was okay.
She knew it wasnât you canât force your love on others, but he understood, not because it was normal to him, or because he was like her. No, because he tried to do what nobody else did⌠He tried to understand her.
He wanted to help her, and then he asked.
âToga, I need to hear you say it, where you trying to kill Saito?â She knew he needed to hear her say it, so she did.
âNo, I just, I wanted to express my loveâŚâ And then he told her.
âToga, youâre not normal, but thatâs okay, everyone is different, itâs what makes us unique, what makes life beautiful.â He hugged her.
âYouâre not a monster, or a Grimm, your human, and youâve been through so much.â He was warm⌠The words slipped from her mouth.
âPlease, can I, can I drink your blood.â He paused and she knew sheâd be rejected, pushed away and left aloneâŚ
âToga, listen.â But she wasnât rejected, pushed away, instead the man met her gaze, a sternness in his gaze but also a sympathy, one sheâd never seen before.
âYou donât behave like others, and it can be dangerous.â She knew that, of course she did.
âBut it doesnât have to be.â He begun to glow, a soft, kind but powerful white.
âI know, you can help people, more than even I can with your semblance.â His big, calloused hand landed on her head.
âThe same way you can take otherâs blood, if you gave your love back, you could help so many people.â She shook, sheâd thought that too, but, but never hoped others would, would.
âYouâre not a monster, twisted or evil Toga, your just different, your semblance, your soul, your beautiful.â It was the smile of a father, of someone who genuinely wanted nothing more than to help her, then to comfort the girl whoâd spent her entire if not short life being rejected by others.
âHimiko, I canât just let you free, unfortunately the law is very clear on that.â She saw the sadness, the anger in his eyes, it was for her sake. But soon enough they were both overtaken by what she would come to know was his most prominent trait, Determination.
âIf you agree to it, to come to Vale you can be put on Probation, under my supervision. Iââ be your guardian and probationary officer.â She knew her parents mustâve given up their rights to her by the slight anger that burned in his eyes.
âWeâll attend therapy lessons and youâll be taught about aura control by me.â He reached into his pocket and pulled it out then, a vial, the most beautiful shade of red.
âToga, I know the way you view things are different then mine own, but that doesnât mean you canât understand me, you lived in this world, acted appropriately for it as well. You understand how the general public views love.â He offered her the vial, the beautiful crimson flowing with his aura, with his soul.
âI canât promise others will accept your views, or even try, but I promise, at the very least I will do everything I can to make a environment you can be yourself in⌠And that Iâll try my best to understand you.â She reached, her fingers grazing the glass, the vial warm⌠Her heart pounded as she looked to the beautiful crimson.
Slowly, cautiously she undid the top, he never looked away from her, never tore his gaze from the sight, there was no rejection as she took him into her. As she felt his soul through his aura, as his being and iron went down her throat becoming one with her.
She felt herself change, becoming him, her pale ash-blonde hair becoming a shade of livid golden-wheat, her fair skin pinking with a healthy flush. The slits of her pupils dilating, the Faunus trait vanishing as her pupils rounded and turned the most expressive blue.
Her aura converting, her soul changing and being replicating that as her very body matched the new soul she was temporarily hosting. And he looked at her through it all, reaching out and patting her head, the smile was genuine.
âIf this is how you want to be thatâs fine, Iâll learn to get used to it, but please, donât stop being yourself, even if your appearance changes.â From his hand aura surged into her, his aura, given freely, pure and unfiltered.
Her answer finally came alongside the tears.
âYes.â
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She rushed down the hall from her room, excited for the day sheâd looked forward to for so long, she couldnât wait. Reaching the kitchen she found three people there, her sister and brother, Ren and Nora, two others heâd taken under his wing.
At the stove flipping the immense amount of pancakes the Valkyrie craved was Jaune, they waved to her, well Jaune and Nora did. Ren sat patiently at his seat enjoying his tea, she sat there beside them, besides two people who knew her, truly knew her, who accepted her almost as much as Jaune.
Two simple years was all she spent with him, but in those two years sheâd felt more joy, more acceptance then ever before. Sheâd realized truths about herself and flaws in her actions.
She was free to express her love, but not to enforce it on others, to take from people who did not want to return her affections. It was wrong, cruel and that act whether it be her form of expressing love or ordinary expression of it by others were no less disgusting.
Sheâd help so many people with her feelings though, a little blood and sheâd given so much back in turn, to children who needed it, to people with unique cases and blood types meant nothing to her semblance with regular people. She couldnât help but want to help, even if Jaune worried, she loved him for that⌠She loved him, loved him more then others. More then anyone else.
But it wasnât the same type of love she always felt, always knew, no, this was different, she wanted to both love him and be loved by him. To be loved as Toga Himiko, by Jaune, she didnât want him to conform to her standard of love.
It wouldnât be fair, itâd be like who she was forced to follow the standard society before she met him, she wanted to love Jaune as herself but also as him whenever the fancy struck her. But she also wanted to love him as Ren did, as Nora did, as so many of his students didâŚ
And soon, she would be able to, today would be the start of it, a plated landed in front of her then, and looking up she met his smile.
âAre you ready Toga, your three will be trying out for Beacon today after all. So you all need to eat up.â He served her her breakfast, more than Renâs but nothing near the mountain of pancakes he placed before her eccentric sister. But then again the pile her put before himself was barely any smaller. He needed it after all, because he regularly gave her blood, regularly accepted her form of expressing it and indulged that aspect of her.
She loved him for it, wanted to love him even more, even deeper, more intimately then any other, and once she passed Initiation she would. She only hoped that when she did succeed, her partner would be as understanding as her.
Maybe even being able to understand her love, Or Better Yet! Maybe Theyâll Love Jaune As Much As She Does! Oh âGiggleâ she meant Professor Arc.
