Depression and living at home with ma family - I wanted to fantasize and here you go.
Jaune Arc had a thing for older women.
He realized that when puberty hit and he slowly realized his growing fascination with the female body.
Then it was his Oedipus phase.
"..."
….he preferred not to think about that, even though his mind sometimes strayed, coupled with his older sisters teasing him with their various states in their little home in Ansel. The habits they displayed also put a slight damper to his horny mind that demanded like to fantasize.
Eventually, he managed to move his fixation to the other mothers in the community, his teachers, the neighbours, and the classmates that attracted his gaze.
When he realized that he wanted to become a Huntsman, it was firstly due to his first crush - a senior that he accidentally bumped into. For an unknown reason even to this day, he was enraptured.
Too bad he was shy. Heck - even now he was shy but, he was improving!
Clearly remembering his clumsy attempt at having a conversation (which he ran away even before the first word), his letter that she never received due to Sapphron being mean, his creepy (yeah, he realized) stalking of her from a not very far distance.
Finally, he managed to confess (he cringed even remembering it).
He also remembered her boredom, the lack of any sympathy when she turned him down with a simple 'I'm sorry.' and the next day when one of her friends recorded it and showed spread it around.
Jaune liked to think he matured somewhat from that incident, mostly due to the teasing from his sisters and the outright embarrassment he received from his peers mocking him.
He learned a lot of things that day.
Like how uncool he was, or how he was a coward and a failure.
He didn't want to be like that anymore.
He wanted to be like a Huntsman, like his Dad - awesome, oozing confidence, always strong.
Jaune worked towards that goal, training as best as he could from the things he read from his parent's scroll when his father wouldn't mentor him, worked out and remembering his past as a reminder.
Leading to him now.
Leader of team JNPR, having multiple friends and a best friend in Ruby, a partner that accepted his weakness and worked together with him to fix it, Weiss who was still friends with him even though he was a nuisance.
Life looked bright.
Then, came a growing crush on Miss Goodwitch.
He couldn't really explain how it happened - he just came to realize his teacher was growing in his mind.
Maybe it was just hormones?
Her sharp eyes, fantastic body, thighs covered by black stockings and her overall being really turned something fierce in him.
"..."
Wow, it really turned hot here. His heart picking up as he thought more on the hot older woman.
He looked around the room - Pyrrha was off on a trip to Vale with Ren and Nora, his scroll fully charged and with a strong Wifi.
A quick release wouldn't hurt. It's been a while - mostly due initiation and his Cardin problem stressing him out.
Entering the bathroom, he locked the door and undressed as he took up his standard position underneath the shower head.
Taking a slow breath, the huntsman-in-training readied his already horny mind for a ride. With a hand in the starting position, he used the other to look up his scroll for some material for his research.
'What to do?' he thought, 'Sexy Goodwitch? Hot MILF in Beacon?Hot Blonde in Glasses?'
On a second thought. Why not all of it?
Eureka!
A trove of treasure presented itself to him. From the first page, he could already see drawings and painting that scratched his itch just right.
Visions of beauty, with her vivid emerald coloured eyes, sharp features, magnificent body that curved in all of its glory. The amount of it never seemed to end - and it was just the first page!
He studied them all, every inch, every nook and cranny, every angle he could get his hands on.
Everything that had to do with the good witch stroked his fires brighter!
With his soft touches slowly gaining intensity, Jaune let himself be lost to his imaginations, the accumulated research material flashing before his eyes in an increasing fervour.
With the drawing as the focal point, the young man could see it in his mind's eye - her very being , her voice that he could easily recall being added with the colours and scent when he walked past her in classes, the shades of her eyes, the soft silkiness of her hair, the expressions on her face, he frantically tried to remember everything while his fantasy became clearer.
She moved in his mind, talking to him in soft whispers, holding him in an embrace, looking at him with a smile and so much feelings he couldn't even begin to understand but instinctively having the warmth that flowed though his body that made him feel his heart beating faster than ever before!
His trained hand turned frantic by the minute, vaguely remembering the skills and techniques as he could feel himself getting to the peak.
He didn't realize his body being enveloped in his Aura that glowed brighter and brighter.
His breath hitching and wild, mind already lost.
Jaune Arc flared as bright as the Sun as he shot his load.
"..uh - huh…hah.." he gasped as the energy sapped right out of him, tired and the urge to close his eyes as sleep threatened to wash over him - he weakly got up, turning on a cold shower as he came down from the high.
Years of living with his sisters taught him to never leave a trail. The amount of times being found naked and with traces of his semen traumatized him somewhat.
Feeling the cold water wash over him. Jaune sighed as what he just did and how he sullied his teacher in his mind played like a ghost.
Post nut clarity sucked also.
He needed to sleep, even though it was early in the morning and it was the weekends - he felt like he just wanted to lie down and just..sleep.
Glynda Goodwitch hummed as she enjoyed the early morning air from her recliner, the view of nature from her balcony with a cup of tea from her favourite batch, the joys of the weekends where she could put off doing her duties for a moment.
Sighing in contentment, she relaxed and spent her free time free from Ozpin, her coworkers and the work she left for her future self to handle.
It also helped that she had a pleasant dream just now.
A quick nap after she finished lightening her workload for the day. She could vaguely remember the contents of the vision her brain decided to show to her.
Happiness, bright, an embrace of someone she couldn't see the face of no matter how hard she tried, the aftermath of the dream left her content even though it had to end.
When the sun rose further on the sky and her hunger demanded more than just tea, she got dressed in her casual uniform - a simple white shirt and black skirt.
Moving towards the cafe as cake was the intended menu for the day, Glynda watched her students moving in groups in the direction of the commutes, lone ones relaxing underneath the numerous shades the garden provided, and the couples who tensed as she walked past.
There wasn't really any rules against dating in the academy - as long as there was consent, precaution and no PDA in front of her - they would be fine.
Unlike the student with blue hair in the middle of the road blocking her way. If she recalled correctly - - a transfer student from Shade, currently kissing another student with violet hair - she remembered seeing her fighting against his team in the tournament.
With a flick of her figure, the two separated and was sent flying in away from each other, clearing the road for her to pass through while giving a stern look at any looking her way.
"Kissing in the middle of the road is not allowed."
Continuing on her pace, she felt her slight annoyance at seeing the PDA lessening as if it never happened.
She wasn't bitter at all.
"Oh, hey Miss Goodwitch." Jaune Arc - a student who showed steady improvement in her classes and curriculum greeted her, "Looking as beautiful as ever. Are you going for lunch?"
Ah, yes. also showed an increase in confidence that she could observe compared from before. Good improvements, it would do him good.
"Why thank you, ." she answered, watching him keep up next to her, "I assume you wanted to have lunch as well?"
"Yeah, I just woke up from a quick nap." he scratched the back of his head, "My teammates went out to Vale - they didn't want to wake me up I guess."
"I see." she replied, "What about your other classes? Have you been doing well?"
"It's been great!" he grinned, "Pyrrha's been helping me catch up with the others. My friends also chip in when they could."
"Good. I'm glad to see you improving."
"Thanks." he added, "You too."
?
"What do you mean?"
scratched his head, smiling shyly, "Whoops, slip of the tongue."
…..she felt a feeling a De Ja Vu passing by, the sight of him smiling like that and the atmosphere around them reminding her of the dream from earlier.
Huh.
Shrugging it off, they continued chatting on the way to the cafe.
They separated when spotted team RWBY and went towards them, wishing her a good day before joining his friends.
Her mood pleasant and a slice of strawberry cheese cake, Glynda observed from her private seat.
Mr. Arc who was animatedly conversing with his friends saw her and waved before refocusing on his group.
She nodded at him, a small smile in place as she enjoyed herself.
Students like Jaune - open and honest. There were a few of them before his batch - those who were on good terms with her, sometimes visiting after they graduated to just chat or send her news.
Most of the other students feared her. She was strict, yes - sometimes she could be merciless when her mood soured due to Ozpin, her coworkers or her work.
But, she cherished the students who managed to worm their way into her good graces. It was always a proud moment when they succeeded and wanted to share it with her. One of the reasons she went into teaching was to nurture them, really.
Good or bad, they were still her students.
laughed, it was probably a joke on Ms. Xiao Long's part.
It was a good day.
Glynda signed the last piece of paper, denying Ozpin his request for a fully gold plated fountain that sprouted coffee (going to have to watch out for that - who knows whatever is going on in his head). She stretched her arms up, feelings the kinks on her back aching due to prolonged sitting on her comfortable high chair.
Filling and rearranging accordingly, she finished her work for the night.
Her tea had gone cold, it was also late - the amount of paperwork suddenly thrust onto her hands for the night causing her schedule to be adjusted accordingly. Setting her alarm clock, she readied herself for bed.
Soft nightgown, a book to pass the time until the clock chimed for sleep, a deluge of high quality pillows and a quiet atmosphere that she enjoyed.
Ring!Ring!Ring!
She bookmarked her current page and took of her glasses, the lights turning off according to schedule.
Sleep came easily for her.
Time passed by, with a slight snore that could be heard.
Glynda blinked, taking in the lush field spread out as far as the eye can see, leaning against a tree with a picnic basket that contained a bottle of wine, cake and a few apples, the soft grass beneath her feeling real to the touch - light and caressed the palm of her hand.
She could feel the wind flowing as the grass swayed.
The thing that really got her attention was the young man sitting next to her.
"Mr Arc?" she asked, not entirely sure it was him or not - for one, he was shirtless, showing off his refined abs no doubts from training. She could see his folded hoodie at her other side.
"Hmm? Mr Arc?" he turned to look at her, his eyes exactly as she remembered Jaune having, "Getting formal, are we? I thought you already warmed up to me." he grinned, "Or did you wanna reintroduce yourself again? I'm up for it."
"..."
"The name's Jaune Arc, nice, sweet, rolls of the tongue - you'll love it."
"Where are we?" she asked, keeping her calm as she tried to analyse her current situation.
He looked confused for a moment before smiling, "Well,dear - we are at the Hill."
…what?
Lets get her facts straight.
She was in an unknown location, with her student who claims to have married her, a picnic basket that had wine (her favourite brand too) and the ring she just noticed on her finger - along with the light cream sundress she was wearing.
Oddly, she was barefooted. too.
The last thing she remembered was…finishing her work, read her book and then sleep.
….is this a dream?
"...love?"
Pinching her arm.
She woke up.
Taking in her dark room, Glynda confirmed herself the state she was before that oddity, taking her scroll and turning on the lights - she got out of bed for a glass of water.
Was that a lucid dream? It felt so real, she could even remember it clearly too.
Strange, strange indeed.
Though, she wondered if she could rejoin that dream state - curious, she climbed back to bed and looked up about dreams on her scroll.
Lucid dreaming - it is the closest explanation she could get, along with meanings of dreams and superstitions.
There was also discussions about whether or not dreams could be controlled at will, are Grimm attracted to nightmares(no), and other theories she scanned through.
Noticing that her sleep time decreased and her workload for tomorrow waiting for her, she took a deep breathe and closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to come and whether or not her creams are lucid.
It took longer this time - she was trying to relax but her consciousness seemed to want to plague her with random thoughts and memories of her past she rather not review.
When it came, she was already curled up after cringing constantly.
"Back so soon dear?" Jaune Arc asked as she stood facing what seemed to be a quaint little living room, "How was work?"
This time, she was wearing her usual work clothes with the ring still on her finger, her bag already placed down while her hair fell freely over her shoulder.
Deciding to straight out ask the situation, "Is this a dream?"
"Ooh, flattery." Jaune walked up to her with a white shirt and black shorts, "Well, dear - it depends."
When he moved to wrap her in an embrace, she held her hand out and stopped him mid way.
"Is this literally a dream?" she asked sternly, "What are you?"
He just looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
Glynda pushed past him and walked around the house, taking note of the furniture and decor of the interior, a garden outside that had trimmed grass and flower beds around the plot, white fence and a few houses not too far from here.
This looked like an area in Vale - one she scouted before taking residence in the academy.
"The last thing I remember was falling asleep, researching about lucid dreaming and drinking a glass of water."
She could feel her semblance still functioning. With a thought, she levitated the imitation of her student and turned him upside down.
"Kinky."
"No more fooling around." she could feel her whip in her hand. It appeared out of thin air.
Willing for somewhere familiar, she imagined her office - her desk, chair, plants, books and the trinkets she neatly organized along the interior.
"...ah.." Jaune muttered.
Taking a seat, she observed her 'husband' and waited.
"Could you put me down please?"
Placing him on the chair opposite of her, she folded her hands.
"Alright, alright." he put up his hands, surrendering, "What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
"Where should I start then?"
"From the beginning."
".…hmm…well - you said this was a dream right?"
" I did."
"Then I'm just a figment of your imagination then."
She frowned.
Taking the hint, "Well,for one - there are memories and things I can remember about our life together."
"Our life together?"
"Yeah - I know you are my wife. I just don't understand why you suddenly changed."
"How so?"
"Well, there was one time we had a go at sci-fi, you became the Empress of the Galactic Empire facing a rebellion - remember that?"
"No."
"Hmm, what about our first date?"
"None whatsoever."
".…are you saying…you don't remember anything?",he now looked hurt.
"Define 'anything'."
".…I see."
"Go on."
Jaune sighed, scratching the side of his head, "You are not my wife, are you?"
"I never was."
"..."
Glynda finally let up, feeling pity for the man - he looked defeated, resigned.
"This is all a dream to you? For real? I thought you were joking."
"For what its worth - I'm sorry."
Smiling bitterly, Jaune looked at her and didn't say a word before walking out of the room.
"..."
…she..handled that poorly.
What now?
Ring!Ring!Ring!
Jolting awake, Glynda rubbed her eyes, feeling her body rested even though her mind felt weary.
"..not a good way to start the day…" she muttered.
Jaune felt like shit.
He didn't know why but from the moment he opened his eyes that morning - he felt like he wanted to curl up and forgo classes for the day.
His dreams are odd too - even though he couldn't remember much of it, it felt like it was stunted, the usual feelings when waking up gone, like he was missing something.
Pyrrha managed to coax him into going to class, probably thinking him having a lazy streak - he went through the motions but couldn't help but feel listless.
His friends showed concern and tried to help him figure it out.
When he explained, most of them agreed that he was having an episode of depression.
They tried their best to cheer him up. He smiled at them, grateful but couldn't help but frown sometimes.
When combat classes started, he found that he couldn't look at Miss Goodwitch without feeling his stomach dropping like the time he felt rejected.
"..."
Sighing, he just hoped the day to be over.
Gonna be a two shot this one. Gonna also update some older fics like the FS/N and EVA.