Chapter 5: Family
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"Other things may change us, but we start and end with the family."
—Anthony Brandt.
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-Circe-
-A year later-
-One year with the Arc family-
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"Jaune, sweetheart, It's time to go to sleep. You have been watching the sky for an hour now." Circe tells the toddler sitting with his dog.
"...Stars." The toddler replies shyly and Circe looks to the overcast sky, not even seeing the darkness of space.
This has been the norm with Jaune. He can do, see, hear and feel what no others can. She chuckles as she remembers the first time she tried to make him eat with a spoon, the tip of the utensil disappearing into its belly with the rest of the food. That and the levitating objects around him… So many projectiles to dodge. She smiles at him and says.
"Come, let's get you to bed, little one, you'll replace Heimdallr another night, Krypto you too boy." Krypto, the first word coming out of the baby's mouth… coming from its mouth with strange reverberations, that some time are still present in his voice, and with such force that Nicolas was deafened for a good hour.
Circe is happy to have Titan's blood, her enhanced strength easily lifting the child. And yes the baby is that heavy, much heavier than Nicolas, who is a fully grown and very muscular, adult man.
They have discovered many things about the child. Naturally denser cellular and molecular structure, the ability to absorb ambient energy, cosmic background radiations, but primarily Solar and other stellar lights. For what purpose, they still have no ideas. And the capacity to release powerful infrasonic and ultrasonic screams that once shattered every unprotected glass and ceramic object in the mansion. Since then, the poor boy became almost silent as a grave, only uttering short sentences in a hushed tone.
But all of this pales in comparison to the child's mind. He has shown incredible intelligence. His mind works and operates with much greater speed, procession, and analytical prowess than even the best of adults, but still acts with so much naivety and shyness. "My little boy." She thinks as she looks at him.
When he thinks no one is watching, for hours he would stumble around to go watch his father train with the sword, the spear or simply the forge, without blinking an eyelid. Too bad Circe and Salem have other means to observe and record what is happening in their house.
After all, every mothers needs embarrassing material for future family gatherings.
His relationships with the girls went well. Jeanne and Barghest in particular are very fond of him. And there is the eight years old saphron too, a young mother in the making. Always making sure he is clean and fed.
A cough brings her back to reality.
"Jaune, honey, can you try to put your breather on tonight, please? I know you'd rather sleep without it, but if you do, I can play for you a little bit of my lyra, hmm? So, what do you say?" With a timid smile he nods. "Good! You too, fluff ball, it's time to go to sleep." Tells Circe, as the three return leisurely to the mansion.
Salem was facing one of her tables in their shared workshop when Circe entered. She is so focused that it is only when Circe embraces her closely from behind that she raises her head.
"What are you working on?" Circe asks after her lips kissed the crook of Salem's neck.
"Hmm… The red fabric from the craft…" She utters as she gives better access to her neck to Circe.
"Did you find anything interesting?" Circe questions as she stops her kisses, rests her head on Salem's shoulder and settles for swaying slightly with her lover still in her arms.
"As a matter of fact, yes I did. This," She points to the neatly folded bundle,
"Is a living organism. A multicellular microorganism that grows in long and thin strands, a living fiber, that mimics material and absorbs both ambient and bio-energy. Its cells can be used as muscles, nerves, sensory receptors and armor at the same time. And Strangely enough... Do you remember the crystalline structure on Jaune's neck, back and tail?" Salem asks the redheaded witch.
"Yes, its deep blue bioluminescence is something I can't help but look at, it strangely draws the eyes, why?"
"... Do I have to prepare for you to go full Olympian and try to seduce our son when he is of age?" Salem asks with a smile at which Circe laughs.
"Oh, stop you! I am not that horny!" It took her a good minute for Circe to fully regain control of herself, "Aah. But seriously, what does it have to do with the… Life fibers?" She replies after deeply kissing Salem.
"Life fibers… I like it, yes life fibers it is." Salem says, joining her hands with those of Circe.
"Well, it's … Kind of fused with it, or more like the crystals serve as a structural lattice for it."
"It gives strange properties to the textile, more than it already has. A form of self spatial manipulation, as if it had a dimension of its own, where he can store more of itself you could say. That and probably more… But that is not the weirdest thing it has for itself."
"It's nearly impervious to most forms of damage, even various forms of magic, the only thing that did work was an "enchanted" item. One means to Cut, and the thing made it clear it didn't like it." She shows her the tool in question.
"The moment the scalpel cut through it, the whole thing grabbed the enchanted tool, my hand and the rest of my arm to the neck. And then it started to squeeze, gently enough to let me understand it wanted me to drop the tool. And barely a second after, the tear healed itself." Salem tells with an excited smile.
"High speed regeneration, and wait...You mean it has sentience?" An interested Circe asks.
"Oh yes, it has... Do you remember the old set of emotion sensing lenses you gifted me, for my research on how Grimms can be attracted to negative emotions?" Circe nods to Salem's question.
"I use it. And most of the time, the blanket is inert. Until…?" Salem mysteriously challenges Circe.
"Until… Jaune is around. Of course. And now I am really interested, what reading did you obtain?"
"A whole lot! And complex feelings too. Excitement, joy, love, hope... And the more complicated ones like, loyalty, duty and vigilance. But, in a way that those are completely aliens to what Jaune or even Krypto can feel. And I mean, it is as foreign to them, as Jaune and Krypto are to us!" says Salem, trying to make a point that Circe understood rather quickly.
"It is a domesticated alien life form, tamed by another alien civilization. And Krypto wasn't the only guardian onboard the ship." Circe finally realises, and Salem rapidly nods from excitement.
But, something is working its way out from deep within her mind. Something... With an aftertaste of fear.
"How many?" She whispers to Salem.
"... What? What do you mean "how many""? Salem replies.
"How many others have come with him?" Circe's eyes find Salem's own as the Evernight Queen finally understands what the red haired witch meant, and what kind of danger adopting an otherworldly life form, with the appearance of a baby boy, can bring.
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-Nicolas Arc-
-A year later-
-Two years with the Arc family-
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"Aura, the Light of the Soul." Nicolas Arc begins.
"It is the manifestation of one's own Soul, it provides speed, strength, healing, protection, and so much more. It can be used against ruinous and dark powers, to cancel out or neutralise. And is frequently used to exorcise people from various forms of possession."
"But, be warned! Grimms and evil entities, like Demons, and maybe what others sometimes call Dark creatures due to their nature, are not only attracted to negative emotions, but also Aura. Not all of them will want you dead or as a meal, but most will surely try."
"Aura is similar to many other energies, may they be natural, mystical, magical or otherwise. Like; Life force energies or also known as Chi, Ki, Od, Mana and many other names. Then you have a few other forms of Mind and Soul energies, and in some really rare cases, Extra-dimensional energies like Light force. It is similar but DIFFERENT."
"For other applications, you can ask- Yes, Jeanne, what is it mon coeur?"
"Daddy I need to go poop." The three years old Jeanne says, only for Nicolas to sigh deeply.
"... You can go poop, sweaty. After, we can- Aaand she's already gone!" a dejected Nicolas says. "Does anyone else need to go to the bathroom?" He questions, and his many little girls raise their hands. "What about you, Jaune?" Nicolas asks with a smile to the unblinking boy.
"Daddy! You and Jaune are cheating! Jaune doesn't even poop!" Tells a not so easily scammed Mordred, and even Jaune nods to that… "Mutiny I say!" Are his thoughts.
"How does Glynda do it? Am I that bad at teaching?" Nicolas questions himself as the little girls all run away.
"Heavy use of telekinetic Semblance, my dear husband... That or the riding crop, I am not really sure." An undecided Salem says.
"Yes, well, I have tried, and been defeated... By toddlers. So, how was your day?" He asks her with a smile.
"It was good before. But yours and the children's performance have made it so much better."
"First; Ouch, I am wounded. And second; Did you all finally agree to a date for your Covent?" Nicolas asks his wife.
"Yes, we did. Next year's summer solstice, here at the castle. I am so excited to show them our girls!" She responds, Nicolas acquiesces and out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Jaune reading yet another book.
"He goes through them like candies, and I mean that literally, Nicholas. He can read them faster than Glynda, Circe and I combined. He doesn't forget what he reads either. Lines, paragraphs and whole pages, he can recite them by heart. I am running short on books for him to read, husband." She warns him. A Jaune without his mind being challenged, is a Jaune who starts running and playing around at supersonic speed.
Nicolas for the hundred times today, sighs.
"What are the chances of him reading the whole sections on metallurgy and Aura if I bring him there?" He asks.
"Well... I was going to say 'why don't you ask him?', but I'm pretty sure of what he thinks of that particular idea." She says, pointing with a gesture of her head to a very interested and hyperventilating little boy.
After half a minute, Nicolas finally understands the treachery.
"...You set me up." Whispers a disbelieving Nicholas.
"I have no idea of what you are talking about, dear husband." Innocently says a smiling Salem.
"And here it is!" An excited Nicolas Arc tells his son, "Four hundred years of knowledge."
Tall walls of ancient volumes, horizontally stretch for at least two dozen metres. The old library is vast, and that's not putting it mildly.
"Here, these seven aisles contain everything the Arc family has ever collected on how to use and apply Aura both in and out of combat, and right here... These three are how to work with different materials, metals, alloys and compounds with or without fusing it with Aura." A proud Nicolas tells his son.
"So, what do you say kiddo?" Asks Nicolas, a beaming smile on his face.
Jaune has no words and Nicolas knows that. The little boy, now nearly hyperventilating, is filled with wonder as he nervously grabs his unpredictable tail.
"Of course, right now those are a little bit advanced, so what about in… let's say two or three years? You could read them all you want then. But for now, how about we both go to Vale? I heard that a new book shop has opened. I think it's called Tukson's Book Trade, and something about having every book under the sun." Nicolas says to a shy but smiling and nodding Jaune.
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-Salem-
-A few days later-
-France, le 14 mai 1980-
-Le quartier d'affaires du quartier Opéra, 9éme arrondissement de Paris-
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"Madame! Attendez!" Her personal business manager calls behind her.
"Encore une autre demande du Hellfire club, Sarah?" Salem, in her more human form, asks in french at the young woman. Sarah, a very small black haired woman, nods her head before calming herself.
"Yes. But this time it sounds more like a threat than anything else." She says with a grimace. Salem stays silent for a few seconds.
"Come on in. There is a café not far from here and I would like a place to sit down while you explain it to me." She tells the small woman.
After ordering a coffee and a tea, Sarah explains what the Hellfire Trading Company has generously… 'Proposed'.
"So. Either we sell our pharmaceutical businesses, or risk a hostile takeover…" She says with a large smile. Salem can taste the fear oozing from the young woman.
"... Grosso modo. Yes." The young Sarah answers as drops of sweat run down her back and forehead. Salem chuckles. Something slow and deep. Sarah's fear skyrockets at these sounds.
"You seem tired…" Salem says, "Go back to your office and call them." She sips from her small cup of coffee.
"Tell them with those exact words that; Hell will freeze over before I sell what is mine. Then take some time off. It has been nearly a year since you didn't visit your mother, no?" Sarah's eyes widen not only in surprise, but in fear too. After all, she never told anyone about her family.
The young woman nods rapidly and stays silent as Salem finishes to drink.
"I have a few books to buy for my youngest one… Afterwards, I think that I will pay the Hellfire club a visit they will never forget." Her eyes rapidly change to red before returning to their illusionary blue. The poor woman in front of her nearly faint in fear.
After an hour of shopping, she peacefully exits the Librairie Delamain and then the street Saint-Honoré. She can feel eyes on her… An assassin. She forces herself not to smile like a sadist - as the presence jumps roof after roof.
She casts a discreet spell around her, making the weak-minded people slowly fleeing the zone as she reaches a private parking lot. She sees, through the reflections of windows of buildings and cars, the man aiming a rifle at her head. Salem turns her head to him and lets her smiles show. He fires immediately. "A smart one?" She ponders happily.
She sees the bullet, a high caliber, moving in slow motion toward her forehead… Salem lets her Aura cloak fade and takes the bullet square in the forehead - her head then explodes like a watermelon.
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-Зимний Солдат-
"Mission accompli-" He starts to say on his radio… Until the red and black fragments of the woman's head start to hover in place, like they are frozen in time.
/Repeat- Is the target eliminated?/ The crackling of his radio demands as the fragments coalesce back to the still moving body. In a blur, the woman disappears.
"Negative. Supernatural events make elimination improbable. Retreating back to-Argh!" He says as he tries to turn around, only for a hand to grab his hair and for his armored face to meet the ground of the roof.
"Well! She was right… You do exist." The woman- no, the monster laughs as she cracks the rooftop with his head. He hears orders through his communication device. And as he takes a grenade from his belt, he can feel some burning deep into his skull and neck.
"So, tell me. Who sent one of your kind this time?" She asks, and he immediately feels the need and desire to respond… Magic. He doesn't answer and lets the armed grenade roll near them. He shields his face with his metallic arm before the explosion.
The monster is only lightly staggered from the grenade, but it is enough for him to cut his hair with his knife before taking another grenade, a white phosphorus incendiary grenade to be more precise.
He puts it rapidly in the monster's clothes and then jumps from the roof. He runs with everything he has between buildings and alleys without ever looking back.
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-Salem-
She never liked being burned alive and still doesn't. She now understands why most have banned the use of white phosphorus munitions.
Salem silently watches from a distance as the man with a cybernetic arm runs away. She allows him to do so only to send a message. Well… that and the fact that she marked him with a non-detectable Rune into the base of his skull. She has plans for him… and his masters.
"Cut off one head, two more shall take its place." She thinks in disdain as she remembers those parasites and their sect.
This cult had slowly but surely gained more and more power and influence since she and some Inhumans, a race of altered Human beings that are the result of experiments on prehistoric humans by an extraterrestrial race known as Kree, banished Alveus to a far away world millennia ago using a Kree Monolith, an ancient piece of technology not so dissimilar from magic.
Alveus… was a powerful and parasitic Inhuman, who was one of her closest friends a very, very long time ago… Before they booted the Kree outside the Sol system, before he tried and miserably failed to use his abilities on her.
She sighs and shakes her head as she remembers the last time she and the Ancient One destroyed one of this cult's locations, it was in the late 1800s, a castle in Gloucestershire, England. It has been easy to find them after they tried to open a stable doorway with the same Monolith left by the Kree.
The moment they knew of the witches' presence, they all ran and hid like rats… They even took pieces of the Monolith with them as they threw their minions at her and the bald woman in an attempt to gain time.
And since WW2 and the nazis… They have burrow themselves deeper and deeper into the powers and governments of this world. So much so that it has now become impossible to completely eradicate them. She snarls at these memories… and the death of Abraham Erskine, the scientist who created the Super Soldier Serum.
"That could have changed everything!" She thinks in anger at so much wasted potential. This humble man could have sped up human evolution by centuries, but his death stopped a lot of Salem's and Circe's plans for the human race.
In her fury she may have torn to pieces a nazi or two with her bare hands… "Or was it a dozen?" She pounders as she can't seem to fully remember one of her more rage induced mood swings.
And sure… She had stolen some of the Serum vials, but without the brain behind the whole process. Well, it will have to wait for another genius. "Maybe Jaune, when he will be of age? Could be a good test." She shakes her head and smiles at these thoughts.
Or maybe she could use what she had taken from the Kree research facilities all those millennia ago, to crack through Erskine's formula… but their technologies, even now, are well protected against outside intrusion. After a few seconds of thinking about it she decides that this will have to wait for another day. Now she has to visit a certain Club… She lets her smile return as her face finally stops burning… and grows back some skin.
-16 hours later, now back to Remnant-
Salem smiles lightly as she enters Jaune's room… She freezes at what she sees.
In the middle of the room is a kneeling Circe with an upside down Jaune in her hands… But that is not what makes her stop. No, what makes her doubt her sanity is the hundreds of miniature Jaunes laughing and running around everywhere!
Both Circe and Jaune… all the Jaunes, look at her.
"It's… complicated." Circe says as Jaune lets a bright rainbow come out of his small hand, creating yet another Mini-Jaune in the room. "Jaune, sweaty… please stop." Circe pleads with the little boy.
Jaune, all the Jaunes, respond with a; "Okay!" as the Mini-Jaunes all disappear in a series of shimmers.
Salem stays silent for a minute before speaking.
"What the- You know what? I am going to serve myself a glass of Cognac before anything else happens!"
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"Those little things were only a mix of light and psionic constructs." Circe tells her as she serves herself her third glass of Saint-Émilion. Salem massages her temples as she looks at the reading Circe has done on Jaune's new ability. "You smell like burned flesh… Why?"
Salem sighs and lays down the piece of paper in her hand.
"I didn't burn anyone alive… or even dead for that matter." She sips from her glass, "Someone sent an assassin. The one with the cybernetic arms you talked about." She says as Circe Smiles.
"Did you-" "Marked him? Yes I did." Salem puts her glass down. "But it wasn't the Hellfire club who put out that contract, I made sure of that… It was Them." She hears Circe groan at their mention.
"Of course it has to be them…" Circe snarls. "Those damn cockroaches. Well, at least we now have our own Trojan Horse among them…" Both women smile widely at that.
"Except for Jaune's strange projections… Anything else I should know about?" Salem asks, feeling the hole in her home's defences. Circe sighs.
"Yes… I would have preferred Nicolas to be there, but…" Circe seems perturbed. "Come let me show you. And please I need you to remain calm." She tells her as she takes and squeezes Salem's hands with her own.
After a moment, she nods, then Circe takes her to their dungeon… Why does Salem have the firm belief that Ozma is responsible for whatever happened in her home…
"Well… That is quite something. It has been quite a long time since one of yours came directly to my home." Salem can only smile as the Silver-Eyed Warrior tries to use her eyes.
"Don't, child. These Runes are the culmination of millennia of work." The woman in front of her tries and fails again… Desperation can be felt from her… But not for herself? "Why have you come here, with the exact same method the last one tried to-" Salem eyes widen. "Oh!" She smiles and bends to the now confused woman. But before she can ask her questions, Circe speaks.
"She is Summer Rose, Taiyang's second wife." Both the woman now known as Summer and Salem widen their eyes. "You understand why I wanted Nicolas here?" Salem clenches her jaw and fists.
Slowly, she starts to understand what kind of game Ozma is now playing. She gives free rein to her fury and begins to tear the room apart as a result of Ozma's little mind games.
For a few minutes, Circe shields the bound woman from her lover's rage. Salem then tries to regain her composure. She breathes hard, and with a snap of her fingers, the whole room cleans and repairs itself. With another snap, Summer Rose finds herself free from her prison. She gets up trembling with Salem right in front of her.
"You are alive now, not because I show mercy… But, because whether I want it or not, you are family." She says. Salem wants to smile more than she wants to be angry at the young woman in front of her, as the woman's fears are replaced by confusion and doubts… "Good."
-Nicolas-
"I can't go a day without something happening…" Nicolas says as he listens to Summer's tale. "I don't understand why you didn't come with Taiyang?" Summer seems to go deeper and deeper into the sofa.
"I… I didn't tell him?" She says embarrassed. Nicolas' eyes widen in disbelief.
"You just gave birth to a little girl!" She flinches at his voice. He can see Salem smiles as she sits next to Summer. "Why would you do that?!"
"Because! ...Because he said that-" She starts crying. Nicolas' gaze softens.
"Summer. Please, look at me." Her silver eyes find his ocean ones. "What did he say to you?" He asks gently.
And crying, she answers. She tells them that Ozpin came after her little Ruby was born. Saying that he came making sure that they were both okay. She tells them that when Ozpin saw Ruby's eyes… He told her everything about the Grimm, and who is controlling them. He told her that this time he didn't know if he could protect the newborn girl, as Salem had become too powerful for him to stop.
"And you let yourself be captured to get to her… Jesus, Summer. Why didn't you come speak to me first?"
"I don't know… I just- Just-" Her sobs make it difficult for her to speak.
"Felt compelled?" Circe asks with a frown on her face.
"I- Yes. It's what mothers do." She tells them mechanically. After a minute, Nicolas explodes.
"Ce sale enfant de PUTAIN! BATARD! ENCULÉ! CONNARD!" Nicolas says through clenched teeth. Salem nods to his choice of words. He turns his head towards Glynda, who until now had stayed extremely silent. "Can you call Tai-" Glynda cuts him off.
"I am bringing him, the children and even Raven here… And if I have to break her two legs for that, then so be it." She states as she uses a modified and upgraded Sling Ring and opens a purple portal to Patch.
"She finally mastered it? I am impressed." Salem says with a proud smile.
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-Raven Branwen-
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"Did you have to hit me that hard?" Raven massages her jaw as her Aura heals the black and purple bruising on it.
"Yes." Glynda retorts to the Amazon, new leader of the free Branwen tribe.
"Mommy!" Cries a blonde girl as the two Huntresses pass through the portal. Raven hides her growing panic as the small girl charges at her with small legs. "I thought you left us!"
"Hey… Yang! Baby… What are you doing here?" She asks, her fears growing.
"What do you think?" The voice of her husband makes her turn her head faster than a bullet.
In his arms is… Her heart breaks a little, not from jealousy, but from guilt.
"Raven?" Summer's voice. "RAVEN!" She is impacted by the missile that has become Summer Rose. "I missed you!" Now on the ground, the smaller woman cries in her hair… Yangs does the same. Raven turns her eyes toward Tai and sees him smile.
"We have a lot to discuss." He says seriously to her. She feels her heart drop from the seriousness he shows.
"That son of a- Grimm." She successfully saves herself from the scolding of Glynda as she remembers that her daughter- daughters are in the room. She smiles as she holds Ruby… Summer didn't even hesitate to let her hold the very small baby.
Now that the spells Ozpin placed on them is no more, she can feel herself finally think without fear and paranoia. Her mind cleared for the first time in two years. "That- parasite is going to pay for what he did to us, to our family…" She let her anger colors her thoughts.
"He wanted me out of the picture… to send you to your death, to then divide Taiyang and Nicolas. Probably to create a shift between Nicolas and Salem… that makes a lot of sense. But damn if this isn't despicable." Raven says as Summers takes back the little thing.
"Yes. Ozma has always done that sort of thing. Who do you think had sent Nicolas after me in what you call the Land of Darkness, hmm?" Salem, the Evernight Queen herself, says to her as she gives Raven a cup of tea.
"Damn, that thing smells good." She thinks as she slowly takes the white cup.
"So… Now what?" She asks as she brings her tea to her lips. "Hmm! That's some really good tea." Salem smiles widely at the compliment.
"Why thank you!" She says as Circe, another immortal witch, brings them necklaces, protective talisman… Raven can see the runes and feel the magic emanating from them. "These will help you against anything the broken wizard can throw at you. If he tries again."
Raven, Summer, Taiyang and the girls spend the next few days discussing with each other. About the past and their future.
Salem and Nicolas came up with an idea that stopped Raven when she mentioned her tribe… Something so logical that Raven wanted to hit a wall with her head until she couldn't think anymore. That idea was simple; Why not simply become a PMC?
"... Why did I never think of that?!" Raven asks herself. Summer just shrugs.
"The kids are sleeping, Circe used a calming and purifying incense to make sure they stay asleep." Tai tells them as he enters the room given by the witches.
"I'm going to ask her for some to bring back home." Summer says as she lets her clothes hit the ground. All of them… "You coming?" She asks with a toothy smile. Before she can say something, Taiyang kisses her deeply, his hands in her hair.
She can feel Summer hands going under her clothes…
"Why are- Hmm!" She moans as Taiyang grabs her hair a little harder to then kiss her neck. "Fuck… That's cheatiiiiing!" She says as Taiyang just bit her neck. "Why are you two alway so horny?" She smiles as Summer finally removes some of her clothes. She gazes at Taiyang as he stops his kissing.
"Do you want us to stop?" He asks, his hands on her hips. She grabs his neck and brings her forehead to his.
"...Never." She kisses him hotly before taking his shirt off.
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Chapter End Notes:
Hi again!
Hi!
For those who ask - Yes, I used the Life Fibers from Kill la Kill. (This is one of several alternative universes mixed into one... An amalgam universe - where many things and events have changed as a result).
Aura (from RWBY), will play an important role in the future. And yes! Our Vomit boy will also become a blacksmith.
Regarding Jaune/Kal, he was born prematurely… and in the Phantom Zone, meaning that just like Chris Kent (Lor-Zod) his psionics abilities are off the charts! But he isn't immune to Kryptonite, far from it, he is also physically weaker (at least for now), there are ways around that problem - Nth Metal, Aura, training, discovery, his intellect and the master of all… Time.
In this story, aliens are exactly that: aliens, with alien cultures. And not a copy/paste of human with a different color.
So yes, Jaune is different. Being a Phantom Zone mutant and a Kryptonian/Dheronian hybrid isn't all sunshine and rainbows.
Life isn't like that at all.
I prefer warning now; there is no plot armor, nor plot induced stupidity and no resurrections (mostly) in this tale. This is what happens when the characters aren't stopped or saved by a whole bunch of writers to sale comic books.
And yes this is a Polyamorous fic... or harem if you prefer, even if I don't like the term.
The Marvel side fused to this Universe is a AU. Mainly MCU with a few differences that will show later on (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D) (Comic Books) (Video Games).
The Arcs are French (at least descendants) and can travel whatever they want back to and from Earth (Magic and other mystical BS are OP like that). Glynda Goodwitch and Taiyang Xiao Long are cousins of the Arc patriarch.
The HELLFIRE Club does exist, yep.
"Hail HYDRA!" - Nobody... probably.
Raven Branwen is the daughter of an Amazon from Themyscira.
And Summer Rose LIVES!