It was said one met their Destiny on the road less traveled. For Jaune Arc this road led away from Beacon Academy and toward a path of mystery, adventure, friendship, and secrets itching to be unearthed. What legends lied over the next horizon? Only by taking that first step forward would he learn and find out. And maybe, just maybe, end up becoming the hero of his story.

Have you ever met someone and thought to yourself 'This person was made for me.' Pyrrha never did, until she found a certain white book one day. (Currently looking for a beta reader)

Jaune Arc, fourth year of Beacon Academy, returns with his team to finish their final year, expecting it to be a fun, but uneventful year, he was wrong: Ozpin, like a hurricane of vagueness and infuriating smugness puts them and their peers in charge of providing guidance to the imminently-arriving first years! He can only hope that their charges will be easy to handle.

Joan Arc and her twin, Jaune Arc, transfer into Beacon in hopes of finding peace for themselves. However, when their unusual relationship and a string of incidents causing students to collapse begins to draw negative attention, the two instead find themselves further from it than ever.

The Arcs are a proud line of warriors. Jaune, however, inherited none of that talent. When his father takes him to a job fair to find a more suitable apprenticeship, no one picks him. No one, that is, save for a black robed figure who rides in on a pale horse. Turns out the legends got quite a lot wrong, and at least one god still calls Remnant home. [minor Discworld crossover]

Jaune Arc didn't know what to think when he got paired with Yang Xiao Long as her roommate. Granted, he didn't know what to think when he found out how loud she could be at night. Still, he was an adaptable guy and took it all in stride. So now why is it that she keeps stealing his jacket? And why does she hide in wait on his bed and beg him to have some fun?

A post-shower mishap involving a fallen towel lands Jaune in a heap of trouble, and awakens a part of Ruby that no one expected.

She has existed before the kingdoms, before Dust, before Aura and even before the Grimm. She cares nothing for man or his creation and will see them all burn to ashes at her feet. She has only ever felt love for one but he was taken away before her very eyes, at least that's what she thought. Now she knows he's alive and nothing will stop her from taking him back. Art By Exvinir

Hikigaya Hachiman have always regarded himself as a sensitive being. An overly-aware person that takes situations around him with utmost perception and seriousness. He is a sensitive being. Even proclaimed himself as one. But aren't things characterized by oneself to it's own tempt to be wrong? Truly, little did he know that 'being dense', is one of his infamous 108 skills.

Jaune felt pretty damn good about finally defeating Cinder, which might of been why he forgot she was a sore loser. In a blast of Maiden power, he's suddenly a decade in the past. No, the fact that Cinder and the White Fang are still alive and kicking doesn't worry him, he can handle them. He's worried about how he can watch 17 year old Jaune Arc and not strangle himself...

Myths. Legends. Heroes. My blood runs thick with a legacy that encompasses the world. My people whisper my name in awe. My family looks upon me in pride and love. My friends see me as their lovable fearless leader. But to me, I am just Jaune Arc, a man who wants only one thing. To protect those whom he cherishes above all else.

Hachiman never looked at her this way before. He didn't expect to. But now that he was, what is he going to do about it? *I'll be quickly updating chapters here but they'll all be first drafts. I might make a separate story where the revised editions are published so you guys can see the difference in writing and storytelling.*

Mistake. Unwanted. Whoreson. He was all of these things. Forced to veil his own existence, Jaune shunned himself to obscurity, far from the woes of his bloodline. But when the heir apparent is revealed to be the second-in-line, a manhunt sparks for Jaune's head. The sword calls, and only the blood of the true scion can answer.

She was cold, and she was also feared by many, even her own brother feared her. She had long ago accepted that she was dangerous. She was fine with being alone, she was a loner anyway. She was sure that even her own blood would fear her to. Yet she didn't think she could ever bear her son fearing her, even if they're not related by blood.