[#] Everyone's being way too dramatic about Jaune in this story. The only difference between this Jaune and the original is that this version actually trained to become a Huntsman, and he got a bit of an ego… a Vegeta level kind of ego.
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[?]freedomringer: Jaune the Rizzler in the house! Can we just appreciate we got a full knight mode Jaune. I hope he ends up with Ruby. I want to see the most edgiest of edge lords have to deal with Sir Golden Retriever the Casanova Knight.
[=]Avip: Huuuuuum… a Lancaster chaotic as fuck… interesting.
[?]freedomringer: His(Jaune's) semblance must get stronger the more he talks.
[=]Avip: No, he is not a podcaster.
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My brain short-circuits as I stare at the newest craziest change in this AU, yet!
This isn't the Jaune I remember from the original show. That Jaune was a stumbling, lying, fake-transcript-having mess who barely scraped into Beacon on luck and desperation. This Jaune has a presence, and I even dare say a knightly rizz.
It isn't just the masterfully crafted white armor with its golden details, nor the brick fortress of a frame clearly built beneath the full plate. It is the way he carries himself, like a man who has won every fight he's ever faced and knows the next will be no different.
'What the hell happened to Jaune?' I scream mentally as I try to keep my face neutral.
He doesn't look like just a stronger version of Jaune Arc. This is a Jaune who's been prepared, trained, or maybe even raised for the life of a huntsman.
Jaune steps forward, one armored finger pointing toward my chest.
"Your victory in the Rite of the Champions was no triumph, it was a disgrace. You fought like a back-alley brawler, not a huntsman. Pyrrha Nikos deserved better than to be dragged through the mud by your filth tactics."
His voice carries the weight of a royal decree, every syllable dripping with disdain. I cross my arms, still surprised by this version of Jaune.
"Oh, please." Emerald snorts, leaning against my shoulder. "You're just playing Knight with a stick so far up his ass, I'm surprised you can still walk."
Jaune's gauntlet clenches as he stares at Emerald.
"You mock honor because you've never known it."
"Honor?" Emerald's grin turns razor-sharp. "You're just mad 'cause your precious Pyrrha got her ass handed to her by someone who can actually fight."
Jaune's jaw tightens.
Noticing the knight's unrest, I try to whisper to Emerald.
"Take it down a notch, Em." I whisper to the green haired girl.
But of course, she ignores me.
"What are you going to do?" She taunts Jaune. "Gonna challenge Ash to a duel to the death to restore Cereal Girl's honor?"
Jaune raises his head, resolute, as I facepalm, pissed at Emerald.
"Very well, let's do it your way." His voice is still like steel. "I challenge you, Ash Williams, to a duel! You may choose the time, but I insist on it being on Beacon's grounds, where all may witness the truth of your character, and when you lose, you will beg Miss Nikos for forgiveness on your hands and knees."
"Ops…" Emerald's smug attitude breaks, replaced by an apologetic smile directed at me.
I exhale through my nose, taking a step toward Jaune.
'Of fucking course!' I shout mentally. 'My first day of actual classes can't end before getting roped into one last bullshit.'
"So…" I start in a condescending tone. "You want to humiliate me in front of everyone. Make me grovel at Pyrrha's feet like some kind of repentant dog. Something I bet she would hate."
My statement makes Jaune scowl as I let out a barking laugh, shaking my head.
"How can you know that?" Jaune asks. "You know nothing of honor, and you certainly know nothing of lady Nikos."
"Lady Nikos?" I repeat raising an eyebrow, knowing what his motivation is. "Buddy, I got nothing out of this little circus. No glory, no respect, not even a decent meal out of it. So why the hell would I play along?" I lean in, grinning. "So you can take that shiny sword hilt of yours and go fuck yourself with it."
Emerald wheezes beside me, clapping a hand over her mouth, holding back a chuckle.
Jaune's face darkens, his jaw so tight I swear I hear his teeth grind. But his voice stays smooth and controlled.
"Just as I thought. An honorless knave, through and through." His blue eyes lock onto mine, burning with something ugly. "I swear on my name as Arc, that if you win our duel you can ask me for anything. One thing, no matter what it is, and I will do it. Even if it means taking my own life."
The air between us goes still.
I blink, confused for a second, as I finally break the silence.
"The fuck?" I mutter.
"What? Besides being an honorless knave, are you also deaf?" Asks Jaune, arching an eyebrow.
I drag a hand down my face, exhaling long and hard.
"Saturday," I mutter, frustrated. "We fight on Saturday, before lunch."
"Very well," says Jaune, stepping closer.
I stiffen as his gauntlet extends toward me, palm open.
"What the hell is this now?" I ask, curious.
Jaune's voice stays steady, like he's carving each word in stone.
"Make no mistake, I still believe you to be a filthy knave, Ash Williams. But you have accepted my challenge and my conditions. For that, I will treat you with the respect any opponent deserves."
I stare at his hand, then back up to his face.
"Man," Emerald whistles, impressed, next to me. "Your life is a shit show... on fire."
I reach out, gripping Jaune's gauntlet. It's solid, heavy, and cold, like shaking hands with a statue.
"Guess we'll see who's laughing on Saturday," I say, squeezing his hand.
Jaune's eyes narrow, but he doesn't rise to the bait. Instead, he turns sharp on his heel, armor clanking as he stalks away.
I watch him go, shaking my head.
"What a fucking nutjob," I say to myself. "What is with everyone in this AU?"
"AU?" Repeats Emerald, confused.
"Nothing," I say, dismissing the green-haired girl. "Let's go back to the dorm. Surely my bad luck was exhausted for today."
"You shouldn't tempt fate like that, Ash," says Emerald, shaking her head.
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The moment I open the dorm door, I am slammed in the face with the fact that Emerald is right.
Bleiss is curled up in the fetal position on the floor, her face buried in her knees, shoulders shaking with a wailing loud enough to wake the dead. Adam hovers over her, hands outstretched as if trying to soothe a rabid wolf, his voice soft but strained.
"I didn't mean to make you feel bad!" he says, his tone apologetic. "I just thought I needed to show you how good I am at studying."
"R-really?" Bleiss asks between sobs.
"Sure." Adam replies like a gentle father. "And I'm sure Ash doesn't care about how bad you did on the test."
"How bad did she do on the test?" I ask, announcing my presence.
Bleiss stares at me, her makeup smudged from crying so much.
"She got only 6,66% correctly," Adam says before Bleiss can speak.
"Damn," Emerald chuckles. "What a dumb bitch."
Bleiss's face crumples like wet paper. Her breath hitches, then shatters into a scream that could crack glass. She clutches her knees on the floor.
Adam and I stare at Emerald, but she just rolls her eyes while covering her ears.
Feeling guilty, Adam stares at me like he kicked a puppy.
"I think I can fix this," he states before dropping to one knee beside Bleiss. "Uh, Bleiss?" The faunus calls for her.
But she ignores him, just keeps sobbing into her knees. The sound is raw, ugly, the kind of crying that comes from a scared, lost child.
Adam glances at me again, then at Emerald, who's leaning against the wall picking her teeth with her nails. The bull faunus swallows hard, shifts closer, and actually pats Bleiss's shoulder.
"What if you could help Ash study?" He says, catching her attention.
Bleiss stops crying on the spot and looks hopefully at Adam.
"But I'm so baaad at studying..." Bleiss whines. "How can I help him?"
Adam's fingers tap his chin as he thinks in silence for a few seconds. Then, his face lights up as an idea dawns on him.
He turns to me, cupping a hand and mouthing something like: 'S - O - R - R - Y.'
I raise an eyebrow, but before I can question him, he turns back to Bleiss, who is still sniffling but now watching us like a hawk.
"How about you help by encouraging Ash to get good grades," he suggests in a friendly tone.
My stomach drops like I was pushed off a cliff.
Adam's grin is innocent, but even an innocent child can do a lot of damage with a live grenade in hand.
"Encourage him?" Bleiss echoes, her voice still thick from crying. She wipes her nose with the back of her hand, eyes locked onto Adam. "How?"
"How about, every time Ash gets a good grade or finishes a big assignment, you do something 'nice' for him." Adam wiggles his brow when he says nice.
Bleiss blinks, processing the idea. Quickly, her lips curl into a predatory smile, like a cat spotting a wounded mouse.
'Adam, I don't know if I punch you or shake your hand.' I think, uncertain.
But worst of all, he wasn't done with the suggestions.
"Maybe the reward could also be you letting him do something nice to you," he adds, his voice dripping with genuine innocence and care.
Bleiss stares down in silence for a few seconds.
"Bleiss?" I call for her, but she stays quiet. "Calm down before-."
But suddenly, she breaks the silence, laughing in an unhinged manner.
"Oh, shit!" Emerald and I mutter at the same time.
Bleiss's laughter claws up my spine like rusted nails.
One second she's a sobbing mess on the floor, the next she's rising slowly, her body uncoiling like a snake shedding its skin. Her fingers drag down her own collarbone, over the torn fabric of her top, her Aura flaring where her nails bite in.
"Baaaaabe," she purrs. "You're gonna be so smart for me."
That sounds more like a curse than a promise.
Her head tilts, black hair spilling over one shoulder, blood-red eyes locked onto me like I'm the last meal before starvation.
"Adam's is right, Babe," she croons, stepping closer. "And I know you're gonna get a looot of rewards from me."
"Yay," I fake celebrate as cold sweat runs down my forehead.
"And if you get bad grades…" She starts licking her lips. "I get to punish you."
I swallow, my throat's dry and rough as sandpaper as I get another fear-boner.
"God damn it, Bleiss," I mutter, frustrated. "Why does everything you do need to be so scarousing?"
She giggles, resting her head on my chest and hugging me.
"It's your fault, babe," she answers.
"How?" I question, frustrated.
Bleiss lifts her head as she rubs her face against my body like a needy cat.
"You make me crazy," she says, giggling, blood-red eyes shining with mischief.
I peel her off me like a leech, fingers digging into her shoulders just enough to put space between us. Her warmth clings to my skin, but I force myself to step back.
"I'm gonna sleep alone tonight," I say dryly to her.
Her face crumples, her red eyes immediately go wide, wet, betrayed.
"Why?" Her voice cracks.
"It was a fucking long day and I need some time alone, okay?" I answer.
"B-but w-e…" She stammers, her voice drenched in raw emotion.
Oh, fuck, she's gonna start crying again, I need to do something.
"Bleiss," I say, my voice low and rough. "Just… be a good girl for me, alright? One night, no whips, no tears, no clinging to me like a fucking barnacle."
She freezes, mid-sniffle, and mid-pout. Those red eyes lock onto mine, wide and glistening, like I just handed her the keys to a kingdom she didn't know existed.
"You want me to be a good girl…" she whispers. "For Daddy?"
My fingers twitch. Adam chokes on air. Emerald snorts so hard she nearly falls off her bed.
I exhale through my nose, long and suffering.
"Fine," I grind out. "Be a good girl for daddy."
Bleiss's entire body shudders. Her breath hitches, lips parting like she's been struck by divine revelation. The tears vanish, the trembling stops. She straightens up, slow and deliberate, like a puppet with freshly cut strings learning how to move again.
"Yes, daddy," she murmurs, her voice suddenly sweet as poisoned honey.
Adam looks away, embarrassed. Emerald bursts out laughing so hard she's wheezing, clutching her stomach.
"Okay, now I'm gonna sleep," I say, walking to my private bed. "See you guys tomorrow."
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I thought I'd be able to sleep through the night, figuring the day had already been crazy enough and that nothing else was going to happen.
"OH HELL NO!" Bleiss screams bloody murder.
I sigh, waking up more irritated than tired.
"Emerald is right," I mutter to myself. "I need to stop tempting fate."
Still drowsy, I open the door, and there it is, exactly the kind of shit I didn't need at four in the morning.
Adam has his arms outstretched like some kind of overworked referee, keeping Blake and Bleiss from killing each other.
"I knew it!" Blake shouts, pointing at Bleiss. "You don't fool me, Schnee. You attacked me for no reason, you ARE a racist!"
"I'm not my mother, bitch!" Bleiss snaps, furious. "I'm pissed that you are getting dicked next to my bed, you whore!"
"So you, of all people, are judging me now?" Blake asks, surprised.
"I don't care how many guys pound your tuna, pussycat!" Bleiss answers, trying to claw away from Adam's reach. "But if I'm not getting dick, you sure as fuck ain't getting it next to my bed."
I groan, facepalming, but I stop mid-action realizing Emerald is not part of the chaos.
"Where is she?" I whisper, looking around.
When I finally spot her, I see Emerald standing on her bed, recording everything with her scroll.
I slam my fist against the doorframe. The crack of wood splits the air like a gunshot.
"ENOUGH!"
The room freezes. Four pairs of eyes snap toward me: Blake's narrowed, Bleiss's wild, Adam's relieved, Emerald's smirking behind her scroll.
"You!" I point at Blake first. "You can sleep with Adam, and cuddle. But you don't fuck when another member of my team is in OUR room."
Blake crosses her arms, ears flicking.
"That's fair, I suppose," agrees the cat Faunus.
Now I turn to Bleiss. I step closer, voice dropping.
"You're right. Blake shouldn't be fucking with other people in the room, but..." I jab a finger at her chest. "Next time you talk to me first before throwing hands."
"Fine." Bleiss's lips curl, but she doesn't argue. "I was just pissed at being woken up to moaning."
"Noted." Adam exhales, rubbing his temples. "We'll... be considerate from now on."
Lastly, Emerald. She's still perched on her bed, scroll glowing.
"Are you planning on sharing that video?" I ask, tilting my head.
"Probably." Her grin turns razor-sharp. "Why? You gonna make it worth my while?"
I lunge, holding her by the arm.
"Hey!" She yelps, scrambling back as I snatch the scroll.
"Delete it." I demand staring at her.
"You're no fun," Emerald pouts.
"Try me." I dare tightening my grip.
She sighs, but nods. I give her scroll back as she taps the screen, the footage vanishes.
"Good. Now everyone can go to sleep, or do whatever you want, just don't be a pain in the ass," I say, looking at my scroll. "Gonna go for an early training."
Quickly, I grab my gear to change at the gym. Before leaving I stare back at the room and feel relaxed seeing everyone already back in bed before I close the door.
"Hope my second day is calmer than the first." I mutter closing the door.
[#*#*# End of Chapter #*#*#]
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Chapter 12 - Even Weiss?
Chapter 13 - Disciplinary Duel
Chapter 14 - Dodge!
Chapter 15 - You're getting a job
Chapter 16 - The whole cake [smut alert!]
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