AN: I don't own RWBY, Other tags to be included are ChadOzpin, Weapon Dork Ruby, Jaune and Ozpin.

Ruby Rose didn't really do well with social interactions. Shocking, I know, but she more than made up for that with her work ethic and love for all things weapon based! At least she thought so.

She slowly worked her engraver along the flat edge of the sword she was working on, meticulously adding a detailed design and giving the weapon a bit of character that it had previously lacked. She knew it was wasteful, but sadly the sword was primarily for decoration, everyone who graduated from Signal Academy received a decorative sword and shield, a symbol that they were on their way to becoming the Hunters and Huntresses that would protect the world.

It was all very romantic and symbolic, and while Ruby loved the symbolism, she still scoffed at the waste of good Valian steel that was the decorative weapon. Swords were meant to be used, that's what her mother and uncle had taught her. Only after a weapon had made a name for itself, had done great things, saved lives and slaughtered its enemies did it deserve to be hung up on the wall and retired with pride.

Anyway Ruby was rambling, She finished the last weapon and wiped the sweat from her brow. Standing she grabbed her pack and began making her way out of Signal's machinery room, waving to the instructor as she went.

Where was she? Oh yea, she wasn't the most social person out there, not like Yang or her dad, but she wasn't anti-social like Uncle Qrow. She just found weapons to be more interesting than people, was that so wrong? Looking at her scroll she noted that it was 4pm, she had just enough time to catch that ferry and head into Vale proper to get some more dust and ammo for her baby, and maybe look at the newest edition of "Right To Bare Arms Magazine" before she had to be home for dinner.

Grabbing her beloved Crescent Rose and strapping it to the holster on the small of her back she set off for the ferry, ignoring the whispered jeers and teasing of the students around her, they just didn't understand Ruby, or her love for weaponry and all things explosive and sharp, at least that's what her dad told her.

She couldn't wait to get out of Signal and make her way to Beacon, maybe there someone would understand her and her baby.

The moment Ruby left the doors of Signal behind her, she let her semblance loose and flew towards the docks in a stream of petals and gunpowder, thinking about the day she left those doors behind for good and headed onto greater things, even if it meant getting the useless sword and shield combo as a memento. Little did the red reaper know, that her destiny had been set the moment she decided to go to Vale that day, and in the future she would joke about how she would be the only person to "graduate" from signal early in the schools 40 year history, while also not receiving the honorary weapons the school was so proud of.

Of course, the school would mail them to her years later on her daughter's first birthday, much to her chagrin.

Jaune hated people. Well that wasn't necessarily true, he didn't hate his family or Weyland, but regular everyday people? Fuck that.

The amount of times he had to explain the difference between an Assault Rifle and a Carbine to someone was too damn high, and don't even get him started on trying to explain the difference between a Short Sword and a Gladius.

Jaune never used to be this jaded, his mom always told him that he was a nice kid, hell she still told him that he was a nice kid! It was all a lie though, a filthy dirty lie, Jaune was nice, sure, but beneath that nice exterior was a very annoyed 17 year old who'd probably throw someone bodily out of the shop if they tried to come in, asking HIM for a refund because the idiot tried to shove a 50 caliber pistol magazine into a glock.

Or, and this is a true story, the time someone came in and asked him for "one of them fancy rifles with a cheese grater on it" It took him an hour to explain to the scruffy looking man (who was drunk off his ass) that no, they didn't sell rifles with cheese graters, did he mean a heat shield? And if so did he mean a shotgun? After that lengthy explanation it turned out the man ALREADY HAD A WEAPON (a beautiful one too, it was a sword that looked like it shifted into something else, probably a scythe from the shape of the blade Jaune estimated) and Weyland had to kick him out before Jaune tried to do something he regretted.

But Jaune was rambling, and so was the dumb bitch standing infront of him ranting about how her pistol jammed when she first fired it. She had been going on for ten minutes, non-stop and Jaune had pretty much tuned her out, instead fiddling with the pistol, a handcrafted Atleasean Glock 34 that he had literally made last week, trying to figure out why it had jammed in the first place.

"Are you even listening?!" she shouted "if i was out in the gremlins that thing would have gotten me killed!"

Jaune sighed out through his nose, praying for some of Saphron's patience before he responded. "Ma'am if you had been out in the Grimlands with this you'd probably be dead anyway." oh no by the look on her face that was the wrong thing to say.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME!" She screeched

Jaune just shook his head "Look Ma'am, this is a Glock 34." He held the gun up for her to see, treating her like he treated his dad when he was being particularly airheaded. "It fire's 9 millimetre dust rounds, if you tried to use this on anything bigger than a Beowulf you'd probably just tickle it. It's made primarily for self defense against non-aura using people and wild animals smaller than a bear, not grimm."

With that he managed to pull the slide back and clear the chamber, the moment he did a 10 millimetre round came tumbling out of the gun.

Jaune picked up the round and held up for the woman to see "Why in the name of all things holy did you try and put a 10mm round into a 9mm gun?"

The woman, having calmed down after the verbal lashing Jaune had given her at least had the decency to look sheepish "ummm well I just thought that the size was just a suggestion you know? And what does one extra millimetre make anyway right?"

Jaune wanted to throttle this woman, and that was apparently bad. Mom had taught him to never disrespect a woman, but Weyland had taught him that people who mistreat weapons weren't worth giving a gender too, so the two ideologies conflicted in his head before he just grunted. "You are incredibly lucky that the round misfired, if it hadn't the gun could have exploded in your hand because the round wouldn't have been able to clear the chamber."

The woman paled at that and Jaune decided to give her some mercy, she was young, probably early 20's and as far as he could tell she hadn't had any form of huntsmen training, so she probably didn't know too much about firearms to begin with. Deciding to throw her a bone he gave her the gun back and handed her a card to his dad's business.

"Look, my dad runs a shooting course for civilians on the weekends, it's only about 10 Lien a class and he can at least show you the ropes on how to properly use your gun, along with maintaining it and everything else you'll need to know, so think about that and go to the address on the card, if you still aren't satisfied with the gun by then I'll refund it." that caused the woman to smile at him, and she apologized for being rude which Jaune appreciated.

After she had made her way out of the shop Jaune flipped the closed sign, thanking the twins that that experience was over, before he heard a chuckle behind him.

"Ye know boy, if she does refund that gun I'm taking it out of your pay?" Jaune turned to face his mentor and second father (or perhaps grandfather was the better term?) with a smile.

Weyland was a portly man, older than most, around 60 if Jaune remembered correctly, and riddled with old burns and scars from his days as a huntsman and later a blacksmith. He had retired after he had lost his leg to a Nevermore, afterwards he had forged his own prosthetic, though it lacked the mechanisms necessary for him to continue hunting with it. He instead decided to open up his shop in Domremy, and had been working there ever since, with Jaune coming on 5 Years prior, his father refusing to train him and his mother deciding he needed to do SOMETHING to keep him from going stir crazy in the house.

He chuckled "yea yea, you say that everytime I'm too nice to the customers. Knowing you, you would have refunded the lady's gun even after fixing the problem and seeing that it was her fault." Jaune shot back, causing Weyland to outright laugh.

"You're right about that one," Weyland shook his head "I can never resist a pretty face after all." he wiggled his eyebrows a bit and Jaune mocked shuddered.

"Keep those bushy monstrosities away from me, old man."

Weyland just chuckled and helped Jaune close up shop, after their closing protocols had been followed and every weapon had been accounted for, every spec of dust stored and ammunition locked away, did they make their way outside into the crisp Atleasean air.

They walked together in silence for a moment before Weyland turned them towards the nearest coffee stand, getting them a table and ordering some tea for the two of them. He smiled at Jaune and began talking. "Well my boy, it's almost time for you to head to Beacon, you sure you aren't going to convince your old man to unlock your aura and at least give you some pointers?"

Jaune just snorted and took a sip of his tea before talking. "You know as well as I do that he won't, hopefully someone at Beacon can before the school year starts." he grumbled

Weyland had to suppress a wince at Jaune's irritation, the boy's father was overprotective something fierce, and being the only huntsman in Jaune's family he had final say over Jaune's training as a huntsman. Weyland himself didn't know how to unlock someone's Aura, he was trained in the grimlands by his father, who had literally thrown him to the wolves to force his Aura to come to life, and he didn't want to do that to Jaune.

Clearing his throat he smiled again "Well, you at least have some pointers from me, and you're a damn good smith, definitely a Journeyman at this point, so If anything you can always fall back on what I taught you to make ends meet."

That caused Jaune to crack a small smile and the two parted ways after enjoying their tea together. Weyland made his way to his small house on the outskirts of town, while Jaune did the same towards his much bigger house towards the city center.

Domremy was a pretty small port town off the coast of Mistral, on the border with Atlas, and if Jaune was being honest with himself he couldn't wait to leave it behind.

With some help from Weyland he had managed to make up some fake transcripts, and from what his mentor had told him Beacon had accepted them, so that cleared some things for the young Arc. He didn't need his parents permission anymore either, since the age of enlistment both in the military and more specifically the Huntsman Academies was 17, legally he was an adult, and no one could stop him from following his dream.

He only really had two passions at this point in his life, becoming a huntsman and weapons, specifically standard ones. He enjoyed mechashift as a concept, but he hated forging them. So instead he stuck with the basics; swords, shields, bows, crossbows and firearms.

After what felt like an eternity he finally made it home, and just like he had expected no one was around to greet him, which suited him just fine. Looking at his watch and seeing that it was 4pm he decided to finish up his project and get packed for his trip to Vale.

Afterall a replica of Crocea Mors wasn't going to forge itself, and he needed it if he was going to get the real Crocea Mors off the mantle of the fireplace.

His family had built a forge for him in the backyard once he became proficient enough to use one. His father was more than happy to encourage his son's passion for weaponry of all kinds if it meant he didn't risk his life and follow that silly dream of being a huntsman.

It's gotten to the point that his father would come to him after every hunt he went on to have Crocea Mors maintenanced, so Jaune got a very intimate look at the sword and got used to being able to make it look brand new, which was why he was forging a replica of it in the first place.

His father was a bit of an airhead, everyone in the family knew it and luckily most of his kids had avoided inheriting that trait from him (well Fleur was a bit airheaded but not to the extent that dad was) which was why Jaune knew his plan would work. His dad was currently on his way back from a two week long expedition south, apparently some Grimm had been causing trouble to the smaller settlements and they had needed a group of huntsmen to go deal with it. Jaune knew his father would need him to maintenance the family blade and shield, which was where Jaune's copies came in. he'd replace them when his dad and mom went to bed, and then make his way to the airport to catch a 5 AM Air Bus to Vale, where he would stay before the entrance exam.

Normally he'd feel bad for all the subterfuge, but his dad had forced his hand when he refused to pass the blade on when asked. It was an Arc family tradition, you pass the blade down to the next child to become a huntsmen so that they could further it's legend, Jaune's grandfather had explained that to him, and Jaune was sure his grandpa would applaud Jaune's actions were he alive still to see them.

With that in mind he went to work, the sound of metal banging against metal filling the late afternoon. His father would wake up the next morning being none the wiser about the switch, the family would notice the letter Jaune left for them on the kitchen counter, and while they were sad to see him go they assumed he'd be back once he failed the entrance exam.

They would later learn that Jaune had passed the exam with flying colors, with Weyland sending a picture of Jaune and his new team that he had found in the newspaper, Crocea Mors in hand.

With this, the stage of history was set. Ruby would attempt to stop Roman Torchwicks robbery of the dust shop she had gone to, and receive an invite to Beacon two years early for her troubles.

Events would play out as we know them, Ruby would want to be a normal girl with normal knees, Jaune would puke on Yang's boots. Weiss would cause Ruby to explode and Jaune and Ruby would meet up which is where our story continues.

Ruby lay on the ground staring at the sky in irritation, every attempt at friendship she had made so far had been an abject failure. "Welcome to beacon" she muttered with her trigger finger twitching with the urge to take out her frustration on a target or a grimm or something!

'Maybe Professor Ozpin was really wrong in giving me this opportunity…' Ruby thought as she closed her eyes in an attempt to calm herself down. A second after closing her eyes she noticed that the eternal darkness of her mind was darker than normal, maybe a cloud had passed over the sun? Opening her eyes she didn't see a cloud, instead she saw a pretty decent looking guy staring down at her, which caused her face to heat up in embarrassment.

The guy smiled at her and reached out his hand "Hey," he started "I'm Jaune."

Ruby's brain took a second to reboot that the cute guy was indeed talking to her before she took his hand and stood up."Ruby" after a moment she recognized him "wait aren't you the guy that threw up on the shuttle here?" the boy, Jaune, Ruby remembered, simply laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

With that the ice was broken.

The two walked and talked for a little bit, trading insults, with Ruby becoming Crater Face after the new crater in Beacon's courtyard, while Jaune became Vomit Boy, after his...well accident.

If Ruby was being honest with herself though, Jaune was nice. He didn't berate her like the Schnee girl had, and he didn't ditch her after saving her like the balck haired bow girl had, all of those were pluses in her book.

She just had one more test to give the boy to see if he was truly worthy of becoming her friend. He had just said something about how lady's digged his name (or they would) and began talking about something his mom had told him before he cut himself off, perfect time to introduce him to her baby girl.

Ruby chuckled, "well...I have this thing." she casually started pulling out Crescent Rose in her full scythrifle glory.

"Woah" his eyes widened, not out of fear Ruby noticed but genuine curiosity. "That's a gorgeous Scythe!" his eyes seemed to glow with glee as he started inspecting her baby, making sure not to touch her with anything other than his eyes which Ruby appreciated. "It's mechashift, obviously what manufacturer?"

Ruby blushed a little "Umm well I made her…"

Jaune blinked up at her from his crouched position inspecting the blade "Shut up!"

"Yup" Ruby popped the p, "she's also a highly customizable, 50 calibur sniper rifle."

"Holy shit…" Jaune muttered looking down at her baby with awe, something Ruby greatly appreciated. It took him a moment before he glanced back up at her "wait she?"

Ruby felt herself blush again, she rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment "Well, i named it Crescent Rose and dad always said I get way too attached to things...but Mom used to say that weapons are like people, they have their own stories to tell and sometimes they out live the heroes that used them." Ruby put the scythe away and allowed Jaune to stand before asking her own question. "What have you got?"

Jaune felt himself smile a little at the girl's enthusiasm before pulling out Crocea Mors, the Shield and Sword fitting comfortably in his hands. "Well, I'm a big fan of the classics myself, this is Crocea Mors."

Ruby whistled at the pristine condition the blade and shield were in before the name hit her "Yellow Death?" where had she heard that name before

"Yea, it was my great grandfathers, he used it to fight in the great war." Jaune continued, putting the sword and board away, allowing them to rest on his hip once more.

"Ah that's why I recognized it. I think it was mentioned in one of our history books once." Ruby muttered

"Yup, it was probably talking about my great grandad and his actions during the war." Jaune grinned.

"So why do you have it? My mom always said that a weapon that did great things should be retired, and fighting in a war seems like a great feat to me." Ruby bounced on her heels interested in this boy, one of the few people of either gender that held her interest at all.

Jaune shrugged "Well, my family believes that every Arc should be given a chance to go out and use the family blade to make a name for ourselves, furthering both our legend, and the legend of the blade in question."

Ruby could see the logic in that, and from what she could see the blade and shield were both very well maintained for being over one hundred years old. "Mystralian Steel?" she asked curiously.

"Yup, with some Grimm bone plating mixed in so the weapon doesn't lose its edge as easily as others."

That caused Ruby to whistle in appreciation, but before she could change the subject she remembered something she had noticed about Crocea Mors that she found interesting. It was in remarkable condition. Ruby knew weapons, she had seen heirlooms like Jaune's family blade before, and knew that keeping them in fighting condition like that required a skilled blacksmith, someone who knew the weapon intimately to make sure they didn't damage the weapon at all during the repair process.

"So, you said it's an heirloom, was it your dad's before yours? Is that why it looks so clean and shiny?" Ruby prodded, though she noticed Jaune's eyes darken for a moment before his smile was back.

"Oh, no...well yes it was my dad's before it was mine, but I was the one who did all the maintenance on it, I was my towns Journeyman blacksmith up until pretty recently, so I knew how to fix up pretty much any weapon they brought to me, I studied Crocea Mors blueprints extensively before I even attempted to repair it, but after I learned I basically became the one doing it from that point on." Jaune scratched his cheek a bit bashfully.

Ruby felt something inside her shudder at what this boy had just said. Not out of disgust, but out of some carnal pleasure that she couldn't put her finger on or understand. This boy...no, this man, knew what it was like to forge, to build something with your own two hands and say "wow, that's mine, I did that." From what she saw of Crocea Mors he knew how to take care of a weapon, he knew how to treat it with love, care and affection. Something 90 percent of the population didn't.

He had passed her test with flying colors but he still wasn't even done talking.

"Just the other day I had a lady come in with a Glock 34 that she complained had jammed. It shouldn't have jammed. I had forged the damn thing myself, so I opened it up, unchambered it and low and behold she had put 10mm cartridges in the poor gun instead of 9mm!" he threw his hands up in frustration while Ruby winced.

"Ouch, I remember when I was working at the Weapon Shop in Patch and a guy came in complaining about his Shotgun not shooting his 5.56mm" Ruby muttered.

"See!" Jaune pointed at Ruby "Why are people so stupid! Why can't they just…"

"Understand weapons like we do!" Ruby finished with him, causing both of them to look each other in the eye as if they were just now seeing the other for the first time

"What are you doing after Beacon? Are you going to become a fulltime hunter or part-timer?" Ruby hurriedly asked him

"Part-Time, I still want to work a forge. I want to get my mastery and build weapons for people, even if they don't deserve it…" he continued, blue eyes glued to hers, as if his semblance was mind reading and he understood what she was about to ask.

"Do you want to get married, open a weapon shop and make beautiful weapon babies together?" Ruby asked, barely keeping the blush off her face.

Jaune tried, but failed to do the same though his face lighting up into a brilliant crimson before he squeaked out "yes."

Ruby smiled a brilliant smile at the boy, no, at her Husband the one who truly understood her. She moved up to him and clasped both his hands in hers and got up on her tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek before continuing "Well then husband, let's find the auditorium and get through Beacon together."

With that the two walked hand in hand towards where they hoped the auditorium was for orientation, the future set in their minds.

AN: Well here's the first chapter for my first RWBY fic, I love the ship for Jaune and Ruby and I ended up spitballing this idea with Thisdude4 on discord while we were complaining about certain aspects of the show. Thank you to him for helping me flesh out the idea.