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Chapter 29: Healing

Jaune stood before his lovers, confused and blank faced. Even the usually stoic Ghira Belladonna had lost his composure. His blue eyes glanced between the men and women knowing there was something hovering over them, unspoken and whispered under their breaths. Why they were too afraid to speak, was beyond him. He was just a boy from Vale, a boy with a sword and a shield. He was…a King? That part made no sense to him. And then to hear he had antlers like some deity, was just the cherry on top.

"W-What…?" Jaune questioned. "I did all of this? I created all of this? I…I was in Vale. I was in Orléans and the last thing I saw was my father's training sword smacking my face. You said your name was Blake, right?"

"Yes, Jaune." The cat Faunus looked away, her cat ears tilting slightly. "I am your girlfriend."

"But I thought you said Pyrrha was my girlfriend." The blond boy tilted his scraggly head. "What is going on here?!"

"Y-Yes." The redheaded woman had enough sense to seem bashful. "I am your girlfriend too."

"So, I'm the King of Vale and I've led an army to Kuo Kuana in Menagerie?" Jaune questioned. It was almost the worst thing possible for the King's Fist and his Queens. The boy seemed like he lost his mind. "And…I used this guy, Ren's semblance and saved the entire city and the remainder of our forces. But for some reason, I was knocked out for weeks and power somehow awakened reviving all that were lost in the battle."

"There's more than that, Jaune." Blake spoke. "You…you were considered dead for a while, but you stabilized sometime after the battle. There were many things that happened after you fell comatose. Grimm of all shapes and sizes, Greater and Minor, poured into Menagerie, poured into Kuo Kuana, but through your training that everyone remembered and maintained, we've been able to hold the White Fang strongholds and the Grimm incursions at a minimum."

"I…trained?" The boy glanced between them. "T-That's impossible! I don't even have any fighting skill!"

"But you do!" Blake snapped. "You trained me, Jaune. You gave me direction. You gave me everything that I've thought I lost…"

"I can't do this…" He shot to his feet.

Blake and Pyrrha quickly moved to stop him, but Ghira's giant hand stopped them. "The King needs some time to–"

"Stop calling me that!" Jaune shouted. "I'm not a King! I'm just Jaune Arc! Just…"

Something took over him. Speeding forward, he dashed through the mansion halls, his boots clapping against the floorboards. Thoughts swirled and spun in a violent whirlwind. The weight on his shoulders, the winds themselves, did nothing to soothe his nerves. As cool as it all was, even in their geographical location, nothing was helping him. What happened to my jeans? What happened to my belts? What happened to my shoes? How do I even lace this up?! What is happening?!

In his confusion, his feet jumbled. Slipping against the Kuo Kuana wood, he smacked his face into the planks. Aw, damn it! Jaune whined. My nose is definitely…broken? Instead of blood flowing down his face, instead of agonizing pain, there was nothing coming from his face. Not even a hint of contact – energy flowed over his features, healing quite literally everything. All of it, whispered to him, a voice in his heart, a voice in his head. There was a strange vibration, an echoing glimmer within his chest.

Feeling the body glove compress and retract, following his shuddering chest, the temperature control activated as the Dust crystals slowly seeping away into the suits power systems. It leveled his heartrate, his blood pressure and his internal heat. It was a breath of fresh air, one missing the sand in the air, the saline aftertaste brought from the calmed seas. This was far from Orléans, far from the stone walls and ancient tapestries and stained-glass windows. He was…Jaune Arc.

"Jaune." A shuffle of cloth was heard on either side of him. Rather than the wooden ceiling of the mansion and the hanging gardens that dangled from every hall and corridor, his view was replaced by heads of flowing red and black hair. Rather than beams of light peering through windows in the upper terraces, he was met with emerald eyes and amber eyes. They were curled and shimmered with worry. However, not a tear threatened to fall from their corners. "You don't have to sit up. Just…listen to us."

"O-Okay." He whispered. "Can I ask something first? W-What was that energy?"

Pyrrha giggled. "Your sisters Doré and Clair told us you woke up one day competent and skilled beyond reason. I think…I think something happened to make your mindset change. But…as for that energy? It's called Aura. A physical manifestation of your soul. It protects you, it powers your semblance, a reflection of your soul. Blake and I, have our Aura unlocked and with your help, you've made us almost invincible."

"I…" Blake reached forward; her hand rested on his shoulder. At just a touch, she could feel his trepidation. There was something different about this Jaune – it was almost a completely different person. "You…I meant what I said. I was once a member of the White Fang. I don't know if you can remember that detail. I was once a terrorist that fought for the wrong ideals and despite it all, despite me trying to hide myself and my Faunus features, you saw right through me and all my attempts to be someone I wasn't. You showed me a new way, a new path to take and through it, we became what we are now. King and Queens, keeper of my heart in all ways."

"But how?" Jaune tried to ask, but her hand rested on his mouth.

"Just…listen, please." Blake said. "I was almost found out by my teammates – I was almost ratted out and the past I tried to forget and put behind me, kept coming back to haunt me. But instead of leaving me to rot in my own despair, you gave me a place, you gave me the fighting chance I needed to get back on my feet. You helped me in my own crusade against my past – you dedicated time, effort, blood, sweat and tears for me and my problems and that alone…made me fall in love with you."

"I swear to the gods, Jaune. I will slap the shit out of you if you try to speak again." Blake hissed slightly. "Here's the thing, however. I wasn't meant to fall for you. I wasn't meant to be in love with you. You weren't meant to be mine and I wasn't meant to be yours. I wasn't supposed…I…you came from the future. You came from a future none of us could even imagine. The pain you told of us, the deaths we all faced was something that I couldn't even begin to describe. Even then, you fought through it all, trying to make sure that future never happened."

"But somehow…I came along for the ride." She whispered. "I found myself in your army, leading your forces, helping where I can and giving insight to what our enemies could be thinking. The White Fang and whoever else wanted to strike at us and jeopardize your rule. But here I am, a simple Lieutenant turned Queen. You somehow took an interest in me and cared for me; you went out of your way to make sure I was safe. Even beyond, with your sense of clairvoyance, you never let it get to us."

"What did I say, Jaune?!" Blake sighed in defeat. Eyeing his raised hand, she could hear Pyrrha snickering into her gloved hand. "Fine. What the hell is so important that you have to interrupt my story?"

"What the hell do you mean I came from the future?"

Pyrrha took slow breaths, chest raising and lowering with each contraction. Legs crossed and hands pressed against her knees, the huntress tried her best to meditate despite everything that happened. After escaping the underground complex and arresting and killing the White Fang that remained to stand before her, earthquakes and all other natural disasters plagued the badlands. What only lasted an hour felt like weeks. She didn't know if she would die or if she would ever see the light of day again. Learning that it was because of Jaune certainly didn't do any good.

There was too much going on for a simple vacation.

To return to a clueless boy so green he made grass jealous, really surprised her. To return to a boy that didn't even recognize her, made her stomach twist. It had been a few hours since their first attempt at getting him up to speed, but even then, she wondered if they had enough time to really get him back to normal. He was a mess after the battle, he was a mess while he was a coma. Absolutely nothing of the last few weeks has been anything but stressful and this, was only serving to test her patience.

It definitely was too much for a vacation. If Jaune ever came to his senses, she was going to kick his ass.

"Pyrrha…right?" An awkward tone sounded behind her. "I was told I could find you here…"

"Jaune?" The redhead questioned. "Don't you think you should take more time to decompress?"

"Apparently I've been napping for over a week. I don't think I'll be resting for a while." The boy chuckled half-heartedly. "I uh actually wanted to ask you something."

"Of course, anything." Pyrrha smiled.

Jaune looked away, his blond hair falling to cover his blue eyes. "I want to know…why you would go through all this trouble for me. I'm nobody. I'm apparently some King and all, but like…that doesn't mean anything. At least it shouldn't."

"That's where you're wrong, Jaune." Pyrrha sighed softly. Her emerald eyes trailed to the horizon, watching the water Faunus flourish and party in the shallow coral. "You are more than that. Even if you have no memory of the great and incredible things you've done, look around you – everything you've accomplished stands before you."

"But how?" Jaune nearly hissed. "It doesn't make sense. I was in Orléans. I was there, in the training fields getting my ass beat by my father, who by the way, is kind of jerk. So, I highly doubt my father would believe that I can lead an army, become a huntsman no less. Also, he's on the Valean Council, so really, the chances are slim."

"Well, about that…" Pyrrha shifted slightly. "The Valean Council actually doesn't know about all of this. Apparently, their attention is too occupied with the Greater Grimm sightings across Remnant to really care about someone calling themselves the king of Vale. A title like that hasn't been claimed in almost a century."

"In secret." Jaune downcasted. "I'm leading an army, a kingdom, in secret. You do know I'm terrible at keeping secrets, right?"

"Apparently, I don't know you at all…" Pyrrha's voice trailed. "I don't know…I need some air, Jaune. I'm sorry."

"Wait…" Jaune reached out, but the redhead simply walked away.

Sitting there, his eyes fell to the horizon, watching the warships loom at the docks. Birds of the sea hovered about, shooting into the waters or attacking merchants on the boardwalk. Faunus of all types and color walked about, waving flags of Menagerie and that of Vale, cheering with humans he apparently brought to the shores of the great Faunus nation. Looking on, faces he apparently bled beside were as clear as day.

The elephant Faunus, Jade Terra, was strong, tall and muscled. Her armor did little to hide such hulking size. The tusks that protruded from her cheeks were a dead giveaway, which made him wonder how the damn helmet fit on her. Turning his eyes over, the face of Marsha, leader of Fireteam MSTN, one of the best behind his and a girl named Ruby's teams. He tried his hardest to think of a face to the name, but no one would stick. No one would come up.

The harder he thought of it, the harder it was to concentrate. He felt like his head was going to explode. The information that was dumped on him would make a normal man go crazy. However, he wasn't a normal man. Or, so just about everyone says. Jaune looked to the sky, finding glimmering gemstones in the blue and black expanse dashed behind strokes of orange and red. He tried to find an answer somewhere, but there was nothing. No god, no voice, no helping hand.

Turning his head down, his hands clasped his blond hair, running his fingers about. He rattled, he slapped his forehead, he did everything to try and awaken that brain in there. All he could remember was the training field. He could remember his father waking him up for a morning jog. He could remember the snickers of his sisters when he fell to the dirt again. He could remember his mother calling to his father to calm it just a notch. He could remember it all, but for some reason, he couldn't remember anything else. For a moment, all felt lost.

Was it for nothing? What did I do? What do I do? I lead these people here, for what? To die with no leader? What am I going to do?

Jaune. I'm gonna need you to shut up and listen.

G-Ghost?! Jaune snapped to his feet, aura surrounding his body. W-What do you want? Why do you sound like me? Do you want my body? Wait no, that sounded wrong.

Wow.

Another ghost?! Jaune was now glowing again.

Just as antlers began to form on his forehead, the mansions steps he sat upon disappeared. The artistic orange and blues of the world were replaced with an endless sea of white. Flipping around, the boy drew upon the energy he supposedly had, remembering what he and the Belladonna's spoke of. The aura he had was magnificent to behold, endless and larger than any other being they had ever met. Something of that magnitude couldn't be ignored – ignorant or not, he'd read enough comics to know how to draw energy.

The antlers grew full force, raising above his head and with it, the sheer intensity, the luminosity, the brightness came. The white was blinding to even himself. But that wasn't enough to drown what was coming with it. Darkness wallowed over in a far corner, like a shadow. Without much deliberation, the boy tried to drown it out, but the light couldn't hide it, couldn't heal it. Every attempt he made to remove it, it only manages to remain and infuriate him.

"Dude. Don't bother."

Jaune whipped around, his eyes glowing golden, he snapped, throwing his arm out at the source of the voice. However, the sight of a familiar face made him nearly vomit.

"W-What?" The boy looked at the man standing before him.

He had the same scraggly blond hair, the same face, same blue eyes, but his were peppered with all kinds of colors. It was odd, but beautiful at the same time. He wore similar clothing, but his armor had bronze details. His armor was also pretty damn terrifying, if Jaune was going to be honest. Ursai heads as pauldrons, poleyn of creepy monkey looking Grimm – he was a warrior, a beast.

Beside him, much older and bearded, another version of himself stood. Scarred, weathered and angry. His armor was beaten and tried in warfare. His jeans were ripped, and his boots looked like they were on the verge of falling apart. He almost laughed though, the image of Pumpkin Pete poking from underneath his breastplate. He was so grim, so dark, so imposing, but that damn red cape and the slight imagery of Pumpkin Pete really threw him off.

The last being however, was tall, imposing, dignified. Emotionless. He was a golden body, giant of a thing and what really surprised him, the being had giant fucking antlers. Jaune thought about it, everything was coming into place.

"No…" The boy pointed weakly. "You on the left, angry and broody, are from the future. You in the middle, you're the one everyone knows and you on the right…you're the one who gave me these damn antlers. You're the golden light."

"Yes." The three answered in unison.

"We'll be brief because there are far more important things that have to happen before we bother giving you a history lesson, Jaune." The older, gruff one said. It was almost condescending.

"The world around you, those who follow you and believe in you, will tremble when we complete our merge." The golden being followed.

"Look." The middle began. "These two are hard-asses. They don't like to beat around the bush or make things understood simply enough. So, let me do that job for them. When I woke up in Orléans, I found Margaux and Aurore clinging to my arms. I found Clair and Doré reading, Violette and Rosé preparing to get extra studying in before school started and jobs started and Rosemary arrived from one of her hunts with Carolina."

Jaune stared at his doppelganger. "T-That's right…Rosemary was returning…we were training so that we'd have something to show her…"

"Yeah." Jaune chuckled. "Look, buddy, you're terrified, but for some reason, I woke up from being tortured by Salem several years into the future. I woke up here and for some odd reason, this guy, big and broody, was an entirely separate entity, but we shared memories. It was fun talking to him from time to time, realizing that two heads tend to be better than one. While he knew a lot from his time as a huntsman and leader and king, there was a lot this blockhead didn't know. Thankfully, for some reason, I'm far more capable than he was in handling myself."

"Clearly, more capable and handling myself now." Jaune mumbled.

"Look, dude. This is getting really confusing for all parties involved, but chin up, King. You can do it." Middle Jaune chuckled. "So, we go to Beacon. Father tells me that he was hoping I wouldn't go and be a huntsman because of something more, cue applause, I guess. Can you guess what it was that he wanted us, me, to do?"

"Not a clue."

"He wanted us to follow in his footsteps and join him in the Valean Council meetings. Something along the lines of learning the family business. Something of that sort. But here I am, knowledge of the future and what happens, knowledge of absolutely everything I suffer, coming to me in flashing nightmares, flashing instances in random parts of a school I love dearly, of people I love dearly…there was no way in hell I was going to sit in a stuffy chair and yell at businessmen, fat cats and bureaucrats and noble families when I could be in the trenches, starting where I should have if only I knew, to change the future-past I've been cursed with."

"So, that leads us to the army. There's a guy I remember from some stories Yang liked to tell, before I obviously changed that future. He knew everyone and everything. Needed a team of killers, he was your guy. Hunting for someone, he was your guy. Wanted weapons, drugs, cars, clothes, he was your – you get the point. Anyway, I knew someone like that was definitely the stepping block I needed to make sure the dreams and the memories I didn't live, would stop."

"They didn't."

"Exactly. They didn't." Middle Jaune said. "So, here I am, dickhead with a sword and shield, a small criminal syndicate declaring war on every block, every street, every gang from the lowest gutter to the mafias and triads that live in skyscrapers. I made it work and with his connections, everything fell into place so smoothly. It was unnerving at first, but hey, sometimes life isn't all that bad. Then to my friends, my dearest friends. Ren, my brother in all but blood. Nora, my sister in all but blood. I have too many. Pyrrha, the woman I loved but died in the past. Yang, the woman I loved, but died in the past. Blake, a woman I fell for, regardless of how little we meant to each other in the future-past."

Jaune looked at the middle one, raising a brow. "Excuse me?"

"Everyone dies." Older Jaune said. He turned his back to the group, pacing softly behind them all.

"Yeah, everyone dies in the future. Even us." Middle Jaune continued. "Anyway, before I was rudely interrupted twice…one thing came after another, Blake fell for me, Pyrrha and Yang fell for me all over again and I couldn't, I didn't have the heart to cut them off and break their hearts for one or the other."

"So, you decided to hog them all?!" Jaune nearly screeched. "What the hell, me?!"

"Oh please, you don't even know what Yang looks like, dickweed, you'd probably feel the same way!" Middle Jaune rebutted.

"I was too weak to save Pyrrha, I was too late to save Yang…" Older Jaune began. "I…loved them both so much…"

"Yeah…" Middle Jaune sighed softly. "He's been extra moody since the whole merging began. A third and fourth personality that I've apparently subdued, appeared, hence, you. I built this army to change the future-past where dark and broody comes from. Theoretically, he should disappear once I remove the sole creator of that future, Cinder Fall. The God of Light here, cannot return to Remnant, even after all that's happened and all that he's promised, even with his great and powerful relics, we cannot stop Salem, short of destroying the entire world. Something, none of us want to do."

"So…the merging…" Jaune questioned. "What exactly is it supposed to do?"

"His memories and skills. My natural skills and semblances. The God of Light's superior deific abilities and honestly, limitless aura reserves. And then, you. We are all that you can be, will be and should be. Instead of being separate entities, instead of splitting off and talking to ourselves. I don't know about you, but I don't like having to wake up in the middle of the night because my partners are worried that I'm about to hurt myself. The dreams have been getting out of hand lately…don't get me started on the black ooze."

"With the help of my brother, the God of Darkness taking residence and merging with Lie Ren, that ooze will have no problem being siphoned from your body in no time flat." The God of Light said. "Young Arc, this goes to all three of you who stand before me. I have failed tremendously in the past. I abandoned you, when I should have stood by all of you. I let my own hubris get the better of me, when Salem first chose to stand before us…when the merging is completed…I will cease to exist. My brother will cease to exist. Everything now, will be left to two new gods…gods who will make a name for themselves in any way they see fit…"

"We become one. As we should have from the start." The older Jaune finally said. "We pour every ounce of aura, every piece of knowledge, everything we've gained and learned and achieved, will be shared into one being. We no longer can afford to be separate. We can no longer afford to be different. We have to consolidate our power, our forces, our strength. After what happened in the battle, Salem isn't playing. She's creating life, twisted and corrupted, while you brought it back. The more we stay a thorn in her side like this, it won't be long before Cinder Fall is forced to act."

"And that, my dear friends, is where we strike." Middle Jaune said, drawing Crocea Mors. "Cinder Fall has half the power of the Fall Maiden, giving Fireteams RWBY and JNPR enough time to strike at the bitch. Older me, you get to get even with the dumb cinderblock footed skank, God of Light, you get to see for yourself, the strength of a soul and Jaune…vanilla, blondie Jaune…you get to see what kind of untapped potential you really have. Simple as that."

"W-What happens afterwards?" Jaune asked.

Middle Jaune smiled. "We expand. Cinder led the assault onto Vale that led to every shitty thing that happened to big and broody; we kill her, the assault doesn't happen. A Grimm Dragon isn't birthed from Mountain Glenn. Vale, doesn't fall. Beacon doesn't fall. Which means, the domino effect of depression doesn't happen. That leaves Salem time to recoil from her wounds. She thinks she's untouchable, she thinks she has the upper hand with all of this extra experimenting and manipulating, but because of the shit older us has seen, I see through every ruse, every act and misdirection. She can't fool me. She can surprise me sure, but she can't fool me."

"We will push into Viridian Hollow, Glade and Dale. Dale belongs to the Brotherhood, the anti-Faunus sycophants while Glade is in a constant spiral of chaos because of the Faunus living there being aided by the White Fang and all other Faunus-supremacist nutjobs. No doubt, Adam Taurus is there, rearming and preparing for his next move, which I fear, will be Viridian Hollow. After their failed attempt, while minor, at invading Vale through the docks, the White Fang will be more careful and know better than to attack us so brazenly."

"I understand, now." Jaune walked from the three. "I…started something that's slowly beginning to spiral out of control. I'm crazy. That's what it is."

"Man up, wuss." Middle Jaune said. "You think you're nothing, but you're not. You were simply given a hard time and weren't given the benefit of the doubt. I mean, you didn't even know what aura was. What chance did you have to actually get into Beacon, or even become a huntsman? You need combat training to get into those kinds of places. I managed to get in without it because I beat Doré and Clair in hand-to-hand combat without my aura or semblances and they were about to start their second year at Shade Academy. You, however, were given nothing. Now, we give you everything."

Jaune stopped. His head dropped forward as the scraggly blond locks fell to cover his face from view. The words struck true, if a little harsh. Eh, who was he to really judge? He heard worse from his father. Taking another step, he turned to face them, a new look in his unblemished sapphire blues. The boy glanced between them, looking at their faces and weighing on what they offered. Taking a deep breath, he nodded in affirmation – the merging needed to happen.

"So, how is this going to happen? We hold hands? Bump knuckles? Bump shoulders?" Jaune wondered.

"No, it's gonna go like this."

The Future Jaune ran into him, his body phasing into the boy. Jaune trembled slightly, feeling everything he experiences from the future bleed into his memories. Falling to the floor, his hands tried to hold onto the vast emptiness, but there was nothing to hold onto. The memories of friends and lovers dying burned with a righteous fury, an agony with no end. The fields of death and the seas of blood left in the wake of the confrontations with the queen of darkness; the champions they raised and trained and fought beside and the shallow holes they were left in; the endless slaughter, the deluge of sorrow, it came to him so quick, it faded into nothingness.

The middle Jaune moved quick, jumping into him as well. Faces of friends and lovers, all rushed into his mind. The smiles of his sisters, the fists of his oldest sister. The smile of his mother, the approving nod of his father. Hei Xiong, the Malachite Twins, every fireteam and huntsman team he had ever gotten to know. It was almost as if two separate timelines, two separate memories came together, colliding and merging into one. Every weapon he raised, every vehicle he drove, every person he fought so far, entered his mind like a frenzied haze. He wasn't kidding, middle Jaune really did kick some serious ass. Buildings lost in the sea of skyscrapers in Vale, banners of a forgotten King; soldiers with rifles, civilians with fruits and plants to sell; his people, his friends, his lovers; his second chance.

The God of Light moved to Jaune, slow, concentrated and aware. Reaching forward, his great golden hand siphoned into Jaune, piece by piece, little by little, the deity disappeared into the boy, cell by cell, memory by memory, the strength of the soul, the aura it generated, everything exploded outward tenfold. The memories the god had, the kind of person Salem was, the kind of being he was, it all came to him. He tried to make the woman understand, he tried to make the people understand, but their humans, so weak-minded and feeble. So quick to follow someone with false promises. He saw the shattering of the moon, the vacancy that the gods left on Remnant. He saw the wallowing of Salem, the experimenting she did. He saw the return of humanity, the rise of the Faunus, the degradation of a people; he saw godless and righteous; hopeless and hope restored; an ancient kingdom and the fall of a once great nation.

He saw Ozma's great quest and how he failed marvelously for several incarnations since his battle with Salem. He saw Salem's rage and hate grow with every passing day; he saw it all with new vivid clarity. She sought to destroy Remnant; she sought to spite the gods with every breath, every move and every action she had to make in her new immortal life. All she had to do to be free was to understand the cycle of life and death – something Jaune didn't think, even with her vicious insanity, she understood completely.

As the merging came to an end, the raging powers of a god, a warrior and a king came to a halt, everything stabilized within the boy. The white fields and vast blanche void above and below him, disappeared. Standing at the steps of the great mansion of Kuo Kuana, Jaune steadied himself feeling the weight of antlers rising from his forehead. The new weight, the equilibrium, it was perfectly balanced. Taking a step down, Jaune looked around, finding civilians and soldiers of the King's Fist staring at him with worry. Jade Terra and Marsha of MSTN moved to the front of the gathered crowds.

"Y-Your Grace?" Jade asked cautiously.

"Captain!" Jaune called. He remembered he exploits, her skills, her repertoire. "Get Lightning Squad up and ready! I'm gonna need a LAHAT prepped and gassed up!"

The elephant Faunus lit up like a lightbulb. Tears formed in the corner of her hardened eyes. There was something in those brown orbs, a confidence restored, a hope reborn. With a stiff salute, the captain rushed through the crowds, calling to all in Lightning Squad to gather to her. Civilians of Kuo Kuana began to cheer softly, clapping and waving at the antlered king. Some gawked at his new appearance, but after what happened, the lives he revived, the people he brought back from the dead, it was far from the strangest thing they had seen.

Doors burst open behind him, revealing the Belladonnas and Pyrrha fully dressed in her GEN2 Armor. Their faces were dripping with worry and surprise. Jaune stood below them, covered in an ethereal golden glow. He looked around, his eyes no longer blue, nor a blue with flickers of other colors spattered in – they were golden as well. Everything about him was golden, his armor, his body glove, his gloves, his weapons. He was clad in all things great and holy, his visage, his power bare for all to see. He…was Jaune Arc, the King of Vale.

"Your Grace, Lady Belladonna…" His voice came. Blake and Pyrrha gasped at the tone, the projection. "Blake, Pyrrha. Come with me, there's something I want to show you."

Raising a hand, the four walked down the steps of the mansion, careful, cautious and afraid. There was a hint of confidence, a slight dash of security and pride at being called. Arriving before the boy, he led them along, his antlers doing nothing to hide the bowing masses of Faunus, King's Fist and White Fang alike. Hearing the silent roar of repulsor lift engines, a LAHAT arrived in the courtyard of the mansion. Doors hissed and swung open revealing members of Lightning Squad and Fireteam MSTN. With a simple not, Jaune led the four into the vehicle.

Shooting into the sky, the LAHAT flew over the mountains that separated Kuo Kuana from the Badlands. Everything was repaired so well, there was zero sign of battle. The lives they thought they lost, were regained, renewed and purpose was felt. Entering the Badlands, sand replaced jungle grass and shrubbery. Dunes replaced hills and clay huts. Mountains were no longer visible with giant hills of sand in an endless expanse.

"I am Jaune Arc, the King of Vale." The boy shouted. "This land, this Menagerie, will become a haven for Faunus all over the world! But an entire species can't survive in squalor. With my power, with my strength alone – Menagerie is healed!"

Suddenly, an oasis lost in the middle of the barren stretch expanded. Lakes, rivers and basins were formed. Dunes shifted, colliding and merging into one, forming boulders, rocks and canyons. Sand was replaced with soil, ripe and fertile. Grass sprang up, trees, jungle and palm, shot up, their great branches and leaves bristling in the winds no longer hot, now balmy. The climate changed from cloudless to instantaneous rain. The fields that were once decorated with ruined caravans and rusting in the distance, were replaced with flatlands, fields of meadows, grassy knolls and grain. Natural grains – natural fruits. Entire fields dedicated to food and sustenance appeared before their eyes.

Ghira nearly fainted, Kali choked on her spit. Pyrrha and Blake shook violently, cold and surprised, their minds empty of thought and emotion. Lightning Squad dropped their weapons, MSTN couldn't find the words to say. Even the pilots of the LAHAT nearly veered off course. What they saw had to be an illusion, it had to be fake. The birds, the wildlife and the countless animal running amok in the new lands of Menagerie told them otherwise. Flocks of Pheasant flew in the air, cows and warthogs ran through the new forests and jungles. Food, resources, healthy land…it had to be impossible.

Bringing the vehicle into one of the open fields, the doors swung open letting the passengers scurry outside. Ghira, with tears streaking across his face was the first to exit. He was entranced, almost possessed by what he saw. He was slow, trembling by the fields of grain. Each stalk of wheat and barley danced between his fingertips. His yellow eyes snapped to the fields of tall grass, native to what Menagerie once was. The trees whistled a new song, a healthy song, matching the tune of birds he didn't think even existed anymore.

It was almost too much.

He fell to his knees and wept. He wept for everything he fought for. He wept for everything he stood for. He wept with joy. Bringing his hand to the dirt below, it felt moist, fertilized, real. Crawling along, he moved fast, darting between each blade of grass and stalk of grain. Rolling about, his tears turned to laughter, a genuine pride in the nation he now knew he could lead. Coming to a stop, he found one of the many great rivers that were born and quickly cupped his hands. It was cool, refreshing and tasted delicious. Sipping away, the Belladonna cried out once more, shaking as he did before falling silent.

"Kali…Blake…" Ghira said. His voice almost like a whisper. "Look at this…this…paradise…an entire ecosystem, a new biome, a new chance…we…I…what can I do, what can I give to you, Your Grace?"

"I ask for nothing." Jaune smiled. Wiping a tear, he didn't know he had, Jaune straightened and took a stand beside the great panther. "The CCT Tower, you will have everything you could ever ask for. I did say I came with good tidings, did I not?"

"Good tidings…" Ghira chuckled. "Good tidings, indeed!"

Jaune stood in his new bedroom overlooking the great and prosperous city of Kuo Kuana. The shattered moon, now with deeper meaning, loomed above. The people down below, dancing to music traditional of Faunus heritage and Vale, cheered and praised the gods who blessed him. Smiling softly at their ignorance, he was going to let them think that. Being worshiped was far from what he wanted. Taking a quick glance at the festivities, he could smell the pits of burning applewood and maple. The smell of sizzling beef and pork irradiated throughout the city. It was a sensory overload if he ever knew.

Turning away from the balcony, he walked into his room, tossing aside armor pieces, letting them magnetize to the armor racks decorating his walls. Tapestries were already made in his honor, each image bearing the antlers he graciously bore. Each detail, every scar and crease of his body glove given all the attention one could ever give. It was a renaissance of Faunus culture; a renaissance that will end the White Fang's powerbase. When Faunus can come to Menagerie to be free, prosperous and equal…there was no place for such a group.

After all the bullshit that happened, almost dying, twice, and White Fang incursions, Grimm invasions – it all seemed worth it in the end. Things of unimaginable proportions came to light and for a while, he lost sight of who and what he was. He went on a journey learning just what exactly the kind of power he had and through it all, finally saw what exactly it was he wanted to accomplish in vivid clarity. No more lenses, no more biases; it was divine clarity.

The blood he spilt, the blood he revived, families were rebuilt; homes were saved. The plan he had for the soon to be great nation, could finally go forth. Already, thanks to the life he brought to Menagerie, the Faunus could hunt and have realfood, rather than the scraps traders and merchants managed to bring from the Four Kingdoms. Domestication with real fields for pasture; natural grains for farmland; natural resources to mine and refine for their future industry – no longer did they have to live in wooden huts and have unpaved dirt pathways.

The good tidings he thought he lost, had finally come. The good tidings he thought he brought, were nothing compared to what he was truly destined to bring. The air, no longer felt so heavy or so stale – it was sweet, it was warm, it was delicious and he wasn't thinking of the fire pits in the center of the city. Chuckling, his eyes looked away.

Smiling softly, he was glad the antlers weren't permanent. It would be hard to explain to his sisters and father and especially mother, about all of it. That wasn't something he was ready to share. The smell of fresh bread followed with the smell of garlic rice. The Faunus of Menagerie truly knew how to throw a feast. Sliding across the hardwood flooring, the boy collapsed into his bed, bouncing as he did. Arms spread and a clear smile on his face, for once, it was beginning to feel like a vacation.

"Jaune…are you there?" A knock brought him from his half-conscious musings. It was Pyrrha.

Springing to his feet, he moved smooth without a care or worry in the world. Swinging the door open, he was greeted by the redheaded warrior maiden and the black cat who stole his heart. It was strange at first, he didn't know who the hell they were almost twelve hours before, but now, he felt he knew them for lifetimes. Motioning them to enter, he turned his back to them, walking over to the room's bar, pouring a soda for Pyrrha and a glass of whiskey for Blake.

"Y'know…after everything that's happened here…" Jaune chuckled. "It's gonna be a hell of a story to tell everyone back home in Vale. Yang's gonna be pissed that we didn't bring her along. It's gonna be great never hearing the end of it from our favorite blonde bombshell. I can already hear it. Oh, Jaune. You asshole, why didn't you take me?! Blakey, why didn't you want me to come along?! C'mon P-Money, why couldn't you convince him?! I swear…as annoying it'll be, I'll enjoy every quip and jealous remark. Who knows, maybe she would've had a field day coming along. What do you think–"

Jaune dropped both glasses as he turned. They shattered on the hardwood floor, springing shards and liquid all over the place.

In his bed, Pyrrha and Blake wore nothing but the thin blanket of his bed. Their curves accentuated by the linens, almost sculpted to their forms. Blake's face was tinted with a soft pink tinge while Pyrrha's face was almost as red as her hair, which now splayed across her shoulders, the tiara resting on the bedside table. Her emerald eyes locked with his appearance in an unbroken trance.

"I was wondering when you were going to shut up, Jaune." Blake smiled. "Now are you gonna stare…" The covers shifted slightly as she released her hold on the blanket. Her breasts bounced revealing taut nipples and light brown areola. The scars of her upbringing bare for all to see. "Or are you going to come join us?"

Pyrrha followed suit, throwing the blanket away, revealing her toned muscles, her hips and breasts that could compete with Yang's own. Their legs were crossed seductively, covering their more private areas from sight but left little to the imagination.

Jaune got the message quick. Moving along, he moved onto the bed, taking Blake first, his lips crashing against hers, while Pyrrha grabbed his hand and moved it to her chest. It was a soft embrace, one that seemed to hold onto him as much as he held onto it. The lips he took against his won tasted like honey, but they were hungry, lusting and loving all the same. Hands were moved, drifting across his body glove, grabbing zippers, undoing latches and anything else that kept that glove to his being.

His hand was moved from her chest, Jaune could feel her abdominals, toned, cut and trained. Then he felt it – something that none of his former lives had felt. It didn't surprise him entirely, but Pyrrha was unshaven, the red pubic hairs tickled against his calloused hands. It didn't take long, the pad of his index and middle finger massaged against her clitoris, eliciting a sharp moan from the redhead. She trembled in his touch, almost violently. Did she already…cum?

Pyrrha leaned into the bedframe, her emerald eyes glazed by the sensations he sent throughout her body. Blake moved in, her hands grabbing Jaune's face. She lowered her lips to his neck, sniffing, kissing and sucking at the skin, bringing groans from the King. With each tickle, his fingers pressed against Pyrrha's clitoris, making her squirm with delight. Her legs crossed, locking his hand in place – there was no escaping her thunder thighs.

There was another shuffling of zippers against his body glove, letting his dick spring free. Blake, almost expecting it, shot down from the kisses she pressed against his pectorals and took him all in one go. Her tongue danced against the tip, kissing, and lapping at the shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. Getting comfortable, Pyrrha released his hand, letting him threw the body glove to the side, the black fabrics crease into a pile with their own beside the bed. Before Jaune could react, the spartan that claimed his heart stood above his head, while Blake continued working his member.

Not a word shared, just a simple nod. Without hesitation, the woman lowered herself onto his face, resting her entrance upon his mouth. With electric sensations coming from below, his hands shot up, grabbing her hips, binding her to his jaw. Lips pressed against her nether, tongue dancing about her clitoris, screaming sensations through Pyrrha's mind. She moaned loudly, breathless and cumming again. He could feel her climax into his tongue, he could feel her juices spray onto his face, but he didn't let up. As Blake worked her magic, he sure wasn't going to let Pyrrha feel unwelcome.

The redhead was tapped on the shoulder, snapping her from her pleasure ridden reverie. Released from his vice grip, she turned, letting her round butt face him, pale and athletic. He cursed slightly, feeling Blake lower herself onto him; the tightness, the warmth, the juices, it was almost too much. If it were a lesser man, he knew they would have blasted off to kingdom come. As he and Blake came together, she waited, her breath hitched, her voice but a mere whisper. Her hands pressed against his abdominals, trying to steady herself on his waist.

There was a pregnant pause, a moment of wonder, but her hips began to move. The feeling of her thighs grazing against his hips was heaven. Shaved and smooth, Blake knew how to use her hips. Memories of their nights together in Vale flashed in his mind. How she rode him, how wet she felt. It didn't matter how deep or how shallow he penetrated – she felt every jab, every dance within her. As she moved, he moved, his knees buckling holding her in place like a back rest. Pyrrha followed, her hips drawing her entrance against his lips and hanging tongue.

Pyrrha's hands raised, holding onto Blake's shoulder for balance. Their eyes met, emerald and hazel, there was a fire in their eyes, one that Jaune could only wish he could see. Blake leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Pyrrha's. Her eyes flicking at the crimson bangs that danced with each gyration. Without fail, Pyrrha's face scrunched as another powerful moan escaped her. Hands fell from Blake's shoulder and another fell to cover her juicy entrance. Her legs slid together, shuddering as she came once again. Eyes snapped shut as euphoria rushed through her veins.

Blake, however, shot forward, hips still grinding into Jaune's groin, and crashed her lips with Pyrrha's. The redhead's reaction was surprise at first, but quickly, she fell into a groove. Letting her nerves soothe and calm, her tongue followed, tasting Jaune and Blake at once with each dance and lap. They dove into the kiss, hands roaming across one another's bodies, sliding against hip and gripping breast, the pleasure didn't seem to stop.

Suddenly, Jaune moaned into Pyrrha, his hips buckled into Blake, breaking her kiss. Blake moaned, moved her hips faster, tightening her walls around him. Pyrrha moaned again, pressing herself into the blond, sweat cascaded down her bare back, glistening as fireworks popped outside, coloring her with a myriad of vibrant colors. Jaune however, felt he was at his limit. Blake gasped, her nails digging into his chest. She tightened, orgasming onto him. Feelings his knees and hips buckle, he burst within her. Blake shot her head back feeling his warmth overtake her.

"Oh, fuck!"

Jaune cried out, shooting his tongue into Pyrrha's waiting gates. It felt like Blake was trying to squeeze him dry! Pulling herself off, thick, white fluid dripped from her entrance, trickling onto the bedsheets. She fell back, panting. Black locks of hair damp, stuck to her bare shoulders and under her breasts. She leaned against the headboard, white liquid still coursing from her. "P-Pyrrha…tap in…"

Pyrrha's face lit up like a fire. Switching positions, Jaune picked the redhead up, making her yelp with surprise. Leaning her against a pillow beside the resting Blake, Pyrrha let her arms snake up Jaune's sweaty back, feeling every crease of his damp skin. The muscles beneath her hard, but far from tense. He was relaxed and she couldn't be more ecstatic. He was enjoying this as much as she was. Bringing his hands to the back of her knees, he spread her legs, revealing the patch of crimson pubic hair and the pink lips he'd been snacking on for almost an hour and a half. Pyrrha looked tender, she was dripping with anticipation and he lost count how many times she came already.

The dopey look on her red face and the glazed emerald eyes spoke of her euphoria. Rubbing his newly erect shaft against her entrance, the tip tingled at the touch of her glimmering folds. He looked to her, blond scraggly hair sticking to his neck and cheeks, waiting for affirmation. Blake clasped Pyrrha's hand, fingers interlocking with understanding. The spartan turned to the Faunus, almost unsure. But after a confident smile and reassuring nod from the Belladonna, Pyrrha steeled her resolve and turned to Jaune with a fire in her glazing eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he entered her for the first time. Folds spread, juices frothed and Pyrrha squealed in delight. It was only the tip. Her hips quaked as he pushed himself deeper, spreading walls that have never been spread – hitting places that her own fingers have never reached. Pyrrha gripped Blake's hand for dear life, feeling everything, he had to give. As it dawned on her, he was finally at the base. In a wild suspension within her, she could feel his pulsating member, each heartbeat, each throbbing beat with eagerness. He was ready. She was ready.

He moved at a slow pace, hands moving to either side of her head. He wasn't too sure of what she liked, much like how he and Blake first got together. He'd never known just how amazing they felt – he never knew just how marvelous Pyrrha truly was. Moving faster, his forehead lowered to Pyrrha's, his sapphire blues, flaked in multiple colors, locked with her emerald greens caught in the expanse within those deep orbs. The pleasure turned to passion, turned to love. With each move of his hips against hers, she reciprocated, moaning, huffing and panting the faster he went.

She tightened once again, this time, around him. Every nerve went into overdrive. He could feel her juices spray onto him, bathe him. He could feel every contraction of her folds, the walls coming and going, tightening and loosening; it was a chaos of euphoria. Her face scrunched again, eyes snapped shut and mouth hanging agape, she moaned, almost shouting this time, as she came again and again. Jaune could already feel it; he was about to burst as well!

Moving to match her pace, his knees buckled into her, shoving his entirety to the base. Feeling the same sensations as before, he burst within her, filling her to the brim. She moaned, she cried out, she squealed – she loved every drip, every twitch, every sensation. It wasn't over, however. She shuddered once again, sinking into the mattress, gripping onto both Blake and Jaune for dear life – she didn't know what was coming, but it was big.

Gritting her teeth, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as her tongue flew out. Juices squirted all over the place, spraying Jaune and Blake and drenching the bedsheets they laid upon. Her hips raised, letting his flaccid shaft slip out. The juices however, continued flowing like a broken sprinkler. It didn't last long, for in the wake of it all, Pyrrha's pants were shallow, her eyes were shut and her face crimson flushed. White liquid flowed from her the same as Blake, dripping into a small pool between her legs.

"Jaune…" Blake smiled softly. "I think I'm ready for Round Two. She'll wake up in a few hours."

So, there's a reason I don't really write lemons - I kinda suck at them lol

It's hard for me to really picture how to write it out because, despite how crass I am irl
I feel dirty writing lemons lmfao as weird as that is.
Anyway - the story continues!

Next chapter
The King Rises Arc ends and the King's War Arc begins

Ren's revival; Ren's rise and power and all things Ren are next chapter, so get ready for that stoic goodness!

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