Arthur Arc was ecstatic. Finally, after seven daughters and a lifetime of suffering, he had a son.
Don't get him wrong, he loved his wife and daughters, but there was only so much estrogen a single man could take. Arthur knew far more of female fashion than any man should ever have to know, like how to correctly color coordinate an accessory with a dress or what types of heels were appropriate for which occasion He knew all of the warning signs of when a woman took something you said the wrong way (which was every word a man spoke, really, so it was actually pretty easy to recognize.) He even knew why women constantly insisted on going to the restroom together, as he'd been forced to go with every single one of his daughters up until they decided they were too old for it. And the less said about the dreaded Red Tide the better...
Suffice to say, Arthur was pretty damn tired of being surrounded by women. He wanted a boy, a child he could take deep sea fishing and not have them complain about how the salt in the air was damaging their hair. A child he didn't have to worry about that time of the month with, or rather a child he could just take out of the house and do something else for a week when that time came up (every month, at the same exact time, it happened without fail...) A child he could discuss attractive women with and not be treated like a disgusting piece of filth. Or at the very least, he needed a child he could use as bait to escape from drowning in the sea of estrogen that regularly flooded his house.
So when the doctor came out and claimed "It's a boy!", Arthur was over the moon with happiness. Admittedly, he already knew it was going to be a boy thanks to all the advances in medical technology, but the traditional confirmation that yes, he finally had a son, swelled his heart with all the good feelings like love, happiness and the utter willingness to sacrifice the newborn child to "They Who Must Not Be Named" at least once a month.
Still, he thought to himself once he'd entered the room his wife had delivered birth in (he'd learned not to be in the room the second time he had his hand broken), was it just him or did his son's face look a little strange as he sucked on his wife's breasts?
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Joan Arc was happy. Finally, after seven daughters and a lifetime of suffering, she had a son.
Don't get her wrong, she loved her daughters, but there was only so much cattiness a single woman could take. The arguments over who gets to use the shower and for how long, the fights over the girls stealing each others clothes, the sheer insanity that was clothes shopping and worse of all, that dreaded time of the month...
Suffice to say, Joan was pretty damn tired of only having daughters. She wanted a son, a child she could raise who wouldn't constantly cat-fight with his siblings. A child who would simply enjoy her cooking instead of worrying about how many calories were in it and if they'd fit in that dress the next day. A child she could raise to be a perfect gentleman (having already failed with her husband, sadly), a child she could take to the store and not come back with several boxes of different clothes and accessories. Or at the very least, she needed a child that wouldn't turn into a raging psychopath at a certain time every single month...
It'd been a few months since she'd given birth to her newest child actually, and she had to admit she was extremely pleased with him so far. Little Jaune (a name SHE chose because it was totally better than Uther or some other such drivel her husband kept trying to call him) was an absolute angel. He was quiet, well-behaved, playful and most of all he seemed to really love her the most if the way he insisted on always being carried by her were any indication. She worried (read: hoped) that he was going to turn into a total momma's boy if this kept up.
Actually...there was one little thing she was truly worried about; Jaune seemed to love to breastfeed.
It was just that at all hours of the day, Jaune seemed to insist on sucking her breasts as much as possible, as if he was starving all the time or something. It wasn't too big a deal, really, since as a retired huntress she was rather robust so it didn't affect her health. In fact, she rather enjoyed it in a way, as all of her other daughters had upgraded from breastfeeding to the bottle far too quickly in her opinion. It helped her feel particularly close to her child in a way she felt she'd missed out on with her other children.
But it was so embarrassing! He constantly tried to access her breasts no matter where she was. In the bathroom, in the bedroom, even in public, he was constantly trying to wrap his lips around her teats, even when she was completely dry.
And she could even swear, on occasion, that it was almost as if he was trying to grope her with his hands while he did it...
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Arthur and Joan Arc were excited. Today would be the most momentous event in young Jaune's childhood, an event that would finally settle a years long bet Arthur and Joan had with each other: which of them would be called mama or dada first.
Sadly, none of their other children first words had been mama or dada. Rather, all of their first words had been things like milk or bottle or, in one rather embarrassing event that had happened in front of the entire extended family, whiskey. Qrow was never again allowed in their home after that...
Either way, today would be the day their bet would be settled. Both expected Joan to win, of course, as Jaune was clearly the most attached to her. But Arthur was still hoping for a long shot, praying that his status as the only other male Jaune regularly interacted with would win him the prize of the first word.
Regardless, both were prepared for the event. The cameras were rolling, none of the extended family were nearby just in case and both had their outfits up and ready to go for whoever lost the bet. With bated breath, they watched Jaune take a deep breath, his eyes lighting up as he said...
"Gyahahaha!"
And so did women across the entire world shiver in fear and anticipation...
-=Author's Note=-
It's Jaune-Rance. I have no idea where I'm going with this but I can't wait to find out.
To smother any expectations, there will be no explicit smut. I'm not good at writing it, so I just won't. Not to say there won't be anything overtly sexual, it's just that actual sex will happen off screen.
The reason it's not in the crossover section is because it's not outright inserting Rance into Jaune (he will still be his own person) and there will be no characters from the Rance series in the story.
See ya next time.