Sadly, as with all children, Jaune continued to grow, all too quickly reaching the toddler stage.

Sadly indeed, as Jaune continued to be a perfect angel, or at least that's what the females of the Arc household insisted. Even as a baby, Jaune was extremely well-behaved, rarely crying and that only when he had pressing needs such as hunger or a dirty diaper. Jaune never seemed to complain at all, no matter how people (females) handled him. He never even tried to avoid kisses and hugs, unlike all the rest of her ungrateful children did as babes.

And as he grew capable of walking and talking, young Jaune used his new abilities to constantly shower his mother and siblings with affection, incessantly clinging to them at every opportunity. He seemed to thrive on physical affection, liberally showering hugs and kisses of his own on all of the female Arcs. He even enjoyed bathing with them all, much to their (and Jaune's) delight. Needless to say, Jaune quickly became the favorite male Arc in his family, much to Arthur's chagrin.

Jaune's conquering of female kind with his cuteness didn't simply stop at his family, either. His family was a given, after all, as he was the only male sibling they had. But for every other female in the village of Arcadia his sheer cuteness, with his vibrant golden hair and his large baby blue eyes, easily destroyed any resistance they might have had to resist his attempts at skinship. No other male but Jaune could wander into a female stranger's bath and be openly accepted. Jaune was virtually allowed to do whatever he wanted with the womenfolk, much to the male half of the village's chagrin (and jealousy.)

He was rather cold to men, though, even his own father...

This all led to a rather strange sort of affairs, Joan mused to herself as she enjoyed yet another bath with her son. One half of the rather large village absolutely loved Jaune while the other half nearly hated him. Jaune's popularity with women had cause much friction in families, even their own. Arthur often complained that his wife spent far too much time with Jaune, completely neglecting her husband. It was even to the extent, he claimed, that Joan had occasionally kicked Arthur out of their bedroom just so she could spend the night cuddling with their son.

The less said about his daughters, the better.

It was all rather ridiculous, really. Jaune had barely turned two, he was hardly capable of taking advantage of anything let alone women old enough to be his mother or even grandmother (aura did wonderful things, after all...) As for his tendencies, what most of the men called molestation was viewed by as all of the women as playfulness and affection. So what if he seemed to have a fascination with breasts? It wasn't that unusual, especially for a baby boy, right?

Still, sometimes Joan wondered about her son. Times like now, actually, as Jaune seemed extremely insistent on playing with her nipples.

It was the only thing she could call it, really. He rolled them with his pudgy hands, licked them with his tiny tongue and even sucked on them. Not in the "I'm hungry, feed me manner" that she was used to after eight children but more in the manner Arthur liked to do during the few precious moments they have to themselves. She wasn't getting aroused by it or anything, as for one thing this was her son she was talking about and another Jaune was nowhere near as good at as her husband. No, what really worried her most was that her child didn't limit himself to just her.

She'd heard from the various other mothers and young women she regularly kept contact with that Jaune seemed to love breasts, much more than any child rightly should. When he hugged and kissed, he always made sure to rub his face in their chests. When they bathed, his eyes seemed to always be drawn to the chest and, if the woman would allow it, he would always play with it. She suspected that it was no coincidence that his favorite person in the village (next to her, of course), the local priestess of Oum, happened to have the largest chest. Not that the priestess minded, since with the forced vow of chastity all priests and priestesses were required to uphold she couldn't have children of her own. The poor girl probably viewed Jaune as a surrogate son...

With all of this in mind, she could only wonder what the future would hold for her only son.

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Arthur could only wonder what the future would hold for his only son.

There was no getting around it: Jaune was a pervert. The way he interacted with women was no different than what any teenage boy would do if he could do so without any consequences. That made things rather awkward, as Jaune was far from a teenage boy. At two, his biggest concerns should be where his next toy would come from or how many sweets he could con off of an adult. Instead, he seemed far more concerned with how to get the local priestess to allow him access to her frankly massive chest (seriously, what did that girl eat?!)

Don't get him wrong, Arthur wasn't angry or anything. He was secure in the fact that his wife, no matter how much she might spoil Jaune, still loved him most of all. He knew that he was the only man who would ever be accepted into her bed, even if he managed to die in yet another thankless battle with the Grimm. And while his daughters might focus more on Jaune than him, he wasn't too upset about it. He understood that Jaune was the only male sibling they'd ever have, so it made sense to him that they'd all be fascinated with Jaune. No, Arthur wasn't angry.

Arthur was unbelievably jealous.

Jaune had seen more naked women in a short two years than Arthur had seen in his entire lifetime. He'd gotten to watch as Guinevere, considered the most beautiful woman in the village for well over a decade yet also the most frigid, bathed herself. He'd been treated to the sight of the twins, THE twins, as they "comforted" each other (or so his delusional mind insisted.) He'd even gotten to see the priestess without that heavy full-body outfit she always wore!

So yes, Arthur could freely admit he was jealous of his two year old son. Arthur had no idea how he did it, but he'd somehow charmed every woman in the village to allow him to do whatever he wanted. What man wouldn't be jealous?

That said, Arthur was also quite worried for his son. Sure, he was unbelievably cute (Arthur would never admit that out loud) now, but what would happen in three years? Or ten? Or what would happen when Jaune finally turned 16, yet still acted as he did? Arthur would have grown men beating down his door in an attempt to murder a teenage Jaune, he could already see it.

Far more worrying, what would Ozpin do when he learned of Jaune and his tendencies?

And so Arthur began to plot and plan, knowing full well that his family would never forgive him for what he would do.

Author's note - Feel free to ignore these:

So writing this is turning out a lot harder than I thought it would. For example, someone brought up a good point: who would be Jaune's Sill? I'm having a really hard time deciding who will fulfill that role, though I have a few ideas. I doubt it'll be a full carbon copy of Sill and Rance's relationship, though.

Another issue I'm facing is how I want to go about all this. The RWBY world isn't so developed that I can take Jaune and start throwing him in random places and situations. Sure, I know some basics on each of the individual kingdoms, but specifics? The lore is pretty short on those, outside of Vale.

Even more of an issue is the timeline. Everyone besides Ruby ends up in Beacon at 17. This means that in terms of the perverted stuff, I'd have at more four years to reasonably work with if I wanted to go full creep and start them all off at 13. A more reasonable 15 would give me a mere two years for development. I'm debating stretching out the timeline to solve this problem. Everyone getting placed in Beacon at 20 would be much more reasonable for me to develop the characters backstory and to get Jaune some adventure under his belt. Of course, I could always just start things off directly at Beacon, with all the chaos that would inevitably entail.

Alternatively, I could just discard the RWBY timeline altogether and do my own thing. Decisions, decisions.