Alright, now, before y'all say anything: Just hear me out, okay? So, I don't know where this "Jaune has seven sisters" thing started out, but I completely agree. I really don't remember if it comes from canon or fanfic, but either way, I like it. So, with all that said, this crazy thing popped into my head. Jaune has seven siblings, right? Well, with just a smidge of AU, we got this… monstrosity.

Terrore

Jaune commonly thought his life was hectic.

But then, who's wasn't, right?

Sure, life always had its own way of throwing you a curveball every once in a while, and Jaune felt he had gotten pretty good at navigating them.

Thankfully, his sisters were always there to keep his treacherous thoughts in check.

"Hey, Jauney! It's time to go, we don't want to be late!"

Jaune yawned as his youngest sibling pulled him along, dragging the teen by his arm towards his car. The girls had been ecstatic when Jaune finally got his license. Now they all had their own personal chauffer.

Joy.

"Ruby, why do we have to go to a weapons smith at five in the morning? It's just old man Vulcan. We've grown up around him for almost eight years now."

Jaune's adopted sister spun to face him, her small finger wagging in his face.

"Jaune! Just because we grew up with him doesn't mean that he isn't an amazing smith! And we're going because he promised to teach me something really cool, and I need you to drive."

Jaune smiled and rubbed his sister's crimson tinted hair, her giggle making his early morning worth it.


"Come on, Jaune! You're not even trying!"

Jaune's arms shook as he pushed himself up again. His sister had been pushing him through extra cardio for the past two hours, and he and Ruby had only gotten back ten minutes before that.

"Nora, I've run fifteen laps around the house, done twenty reps each of push-ups, pull-ups, crunches, squats, and deadlifts. All with you on my back. I'm pretty sure that qualifies as 'trying' pretty hard."

Ginger floof covered his vision as Nora shifted even higher on his back, leaning forward so that she was looking at him upside down.

"I just want to make sure my big brother can handle himself!"

Jaune smiled softly as she climbed down from him, pulling her into a gentle hug.

"I know. I promise I'll be careful. Besides, you're coming with me, so you'll have my back. We'll be fine Nora."

It takes a while, but once you got through Nora's energetic shell, there was something truly special underneath it.

Someone that Jaune loved dearly.


"Hey Blake, what's up?"

His most… elusive sister, looked up from her book to watch her brother. She motioned her brother over to her secluded little corner, safe from the terrors of her sisters. Once he made it to the small couch and sat down, Blake curled herself against him, glad to finally have her space heater back.

"Sounds like you've had a busy day. I thought maybe you'd like to relax for a little?"

Jaune hummed appreciatively as he stretched his sore muscles, welcoming the comfort his sister brought. They moved to their favorite reading position, Blake having made sure to bring their shared book, and began from their last reading.

As the hours melted by, they moved into the stages of their reading-

Stage one was sitting close and reading through the story at an alarming rate.

Stage two was Jaune putting an arm around Blake, pulling her further into the embrace while Blake hummed contentedly.

Stage three was when they hit the more interesting parts of Ninja's of Love. They got even closer to each other, their cheeks gaining a rather spectacular hue.

Stage four was the best part. For Blake anyway. This is when Jaune can't help himself, and begins to gently massage her ears. He gets to appreciate the marvelous texture and the wonderful purring Blake gives off. Blake, well, she gets Nirvana.

Suffice to say, stage four is the longest stage.

"Jaune Arc!"

Blake's purrs slammed to a stop, a slender eyebrow being raised at Jaune.

"Oh, I forgot… Mighta promised Yang a spar. And I might be an hour late."

Blake's amused chuckling showed how much mercy he would be granted from her, not that he really expected any.

"Well, I'll certainly miss you."


"You're gonna pay for making me wait, Vomit Boy."

"Yang, it was one time. Five years ago. We were twelve, and I told you very specifically to not make me sit by the window."

Jaune dropped into a crouch as his sister's fist flew by him, a blow that would've had his bell ringing for the next year.

It had not taken long to learn a few tricks with his sisters.

For Ruby, you always treated her the way she deserved. She may be young, but she's talented and deserves the respect. Cookies don't hurt either.

For Nora, you remained calm and patient. Just a little love, and she'll be by your side no matter what. Jaune swore he would return the favor.

For Blake, well, that one is simple. No loud noises, sudden movements, bring plenty of tea, good books, and some tuna. Job done.

Yang was… another matter altogether. Rule number one though? Don't block, dodge. Like the spinning elbow that was flying towards him. Without the help of Crocea's shield, he should definitely not take that hit.

So, he ran.

"You know, I can't help but feel like you're angry about something else too."

A leaping axe kick prompts him to role to his side, replying with a flat-palmed strike.

"I don't know what makes you say that. It's not like you've been spending a bunch of time with the others or anything."

There it was. Yang hated to admit it, but she did not like sharing. It wasn't so much that she was jealous, but that she was terrified of being left.

It was one of the few things that, despite all her strength, she couldn't effect in any way.

Jaune lowered his stance just a little, waiting for the powerful right hook he knew would come. Just as her fist barreled down on him, he shifted to his left and hooked her arm on his own, swinging her into a hug from behind.

He gently placed his head on her shoulder, squeezing her softly.

"And you know, that I'll always have time to spend with you. All of you, yes. You know I would never put one of you ahead of the others." He pulled her a little tighter, lightly bumping her head with his. "Just like I won't ever put them ahead of you."


"Alright, Pyrrha. It's simple. Just gently pour the batter into the pan, then put it into the oven. No messes, no dropped pans, and no explosions."

For one of the most combat proficient Arcs, Pyrrha had a devil of a time with simpler tasks.

Like not messing up cooking. By warping the oven with her semblance and creating an overload in the circuitry. Because somehow she did that.

Man, even when she screws up she does it amazingly.

"I don't know Jaune. Maybe… maybe you should do it. That way it'll come out right."

Jaune gingerly placed his hands over hers, guiding the bowl full of cake batter over to the pan. This would be their sixth try to create a cake for Ruby's birthday.

Pyrrha breathed a sigh of relief when they finally got the pan into the oven, the most taxing part of her process.

"Good job, Pyr. Now we wait, and then we surprise Ruby." Jaune reached over and pulled her into a one armed hug.

"You're a good big sister Pyrrha. You've gone through quite the ordeal so that Ruby can have a good birthday."

Pyrrha smiled up at him, giving her brother a bonk on the head as she giggled at him.

"What about you? You're the one who's been running around all month, grabbing as many weapon parts, modifications, and asking Vulcan to help train you. I'd say her big brother is pretty good at his job."

Jaune blushed a little and pushed on Pyrrha's hip, causing her to tip over a little. The two narrowed their eyes at each other and launched into a full on push war.


Jaune very, very, painstakingly carefully put the tray down on the table in front of his sister. He kept his hand steady as he poured the hot tea from its clay pot into his sister's cup.

The pleasant aroma filled the quite room, reminding him why this was Jaune's second favorite room.

Rian sat before him, her delicate hands gently holding her tea cup. She bowed her head in thanks before taking a small sip. Her sigh of relief told Jaune he had brewed the tea correctly, finally.

He sat himself down across from her, his own cup of tea steaming in front of him. He never could choose who was more calming, Rian or Blake, though he would probably choose Rian. Blake's alone time was… more interesting than anything.

"So, you've had a long day with our sisters."

Jaune sighed as the bitter brew worked its way through his system.

"Yeah, I have. I am so happy you got me up here for a little before Ruby's party."

Rian reached over and tapped his forehead, smirking softly at him.

"Forgetting something?" Jaune tilted his head to the side, reminding Rian greatly of the puppy they used to take care of. "You haven't hung out with one sister yet. And I doubt she'll just forget about it."

Jaune nodded his head, and groaned a little.

Rian nudged him over on the futon, sitting next to him. She slowly massaged the kinks out of his shoulders and neck, getting him to relax before having to continue his daily trend.

"You know, you're too good to us. None of us would hold it against you if you took a day off of the superhero act."

Jaune mumbled as Rian pushed on a certain knot, his back decompressing completely.

"I can't take a break, Ri. You girls deserve it all and more."


Jaune pulled Weiss along behind him, shushing her giggles as they moved through the yard.

He stopped alongside the family pool, holding his finger up to ask for her patience. Jaune grinned at her as he pulled out a small vial of ice dust.

He charged it with a little of his aura and threw it into the pool. The vial detonated, flash freezing the pool into a perfectly rectangular ice rink.

He stood and offered his hand to Weiss, who stood speechless at his actions.

"My Lady, may I have this dance?"

"Why, yes Sir, you may." Weiss' beautiful laugh made Jaune break out into a massive smile, leading his icy sister onto the impromptu ice rink.

He pulled her through a long and complicated dance, one he had been perfecting with Weiss since they first started dancing together. They twisted through the night, both smiling and laughing with each other.

Jaune lead Weiss into a dip, pulling her into a tight embrace when she came out of it. They held each other as they stood in the midst of the pool, smiling softly.

"Thank you for this, Jaune. I needed it."

Jaune pressed a gentle kiss on her head, pulling her a little closer.

"Of course, Weiss. Anything for my sisters."

"Hey, idiots. The ice dust is fading! That water is going to be coooold."

"Oh, crap! Weiss, run!"


Okay, that's about it guys! I don't know why, but something seems kinda off. Like this story isn't complete or I wrote it wrong or something. If you guys have any suggestions, I would be happy to hear'em.

Night y'all,

Arebus.