Not quite finished!

This fic will, however, have its last chapter on the last day of the year.

For now, let me just say that there will be some fluff coming your way. Brief, but good.

For those wondering if Velvet and Coco's costumes will make a return: yes, but not in this fic. They will be appearing again in "Attack of the Horny", my smut fic over on ao3.

For those of you not knowing what that is: just google it.

Enjoy!

For want of a knight

Chapter 32: spotlights

Darkness. Darkness and dampness.

That was what Jaune awoke to, blinking his eyes open to something framing his face.

Also a pain in the loins which acutely reminded him of what had transpired.

Slowly raising his face, he looked in the oddly peaceful eyes of the last blonde he thought he would be awaking on after a nap in her bosom.

None other than Glynda Goodwitch.

"Jaune," she greeted casually, a hand mindlessly caressing his locks, the smell of sex rising up from them both.

"Um."

"Do not speak up now. The others are still sleeping."

Her whisper awoke his curiosity, and he slowly rose from her boobs, peeking beyond the rosy peak of one of her mountains.

It was a sight like a painting. All girls were passed out, some cradling water bottles, others resting in each other's arms. He spotted Ren, lying face down on a mattress, his ass being used as a pillow by Nora. Both curious and dreading what awaited on the other side of the room, Jaune's head swiveled around.

The first thing he saw was Pyrrha passed out in a spread eagle, vaguely looking like she did so just after scissoring Arslan. Though the most eye catching sight was Ilia cuddling Blake.

"Isn't she gay?" he hissed in his bewilderment.

Glynda hummed beneath him. "She sneaked in just after you were done with Team RWBY and grabbed me." His eyes met hers in a frantic move, gazing into a cheeky expression of the mature woman. "She seemed eager to partake in the other girls."

"Well, she does have a crush on Blake, had so for the longest time."

"That explains some things," his teacher hummed, then pressed him back into her embrace. Looking into his wide eyes, she smiled beatically at him. "I have decided to take your mother's advice, just so you know."

"Huh?"

"You and I will be going on dates in the future."

"Oh," he gasped, then did so again as a shiver ran through his body, making him move. It made Jaune very aware that he was still hilted inside Glynda, who breathed in a little sharper.

"Eager, aren't we?" she whispered. "And here I thought we could tucker you out completely after these tiring 15 hours."

"HO-"

"Ssh." Pressing him a little deeper into her boobs was very effective in shushing the younger blonde, though he still looked at her with wide, surprised eyes. "I did think a good while about this, make no mistake. I want to go on some dates with you. That is…"

Her green eyes stared directly at his own, freezing him in place. Despite his position, he was feeling a little uncomfortable.

"...if you'll have me."

A good question. Though Jaune would freely admit, he did see something of a future with her. Though not only her.

"You would probably have to share."

"Probably?" she tittered, tilting her head, showing him that her hair was flowing freely instead of being caught in her usual updo. She looked enchanting like that.

"Yeah?" His voice was a croak, unsure of himself.

"I am aware, and I am willing to take that plunge," she spoke with a lilting voice, pressing him a little closer again.

"Now, let's rest some more. I'm certain everyone is sore after this."

With taht, Jaune cuddled a little closer to Glynda. Unbeknownst to him, his older lover was basking in warmth and unimpeded happiness.

Taking the risk was worth it. This time.

"I can't believe this."

"Believe what?"

"You know what."

"You've got to be more specific," Roy Mustang grumbled to Sky Lark. "There's a lot of shit been going down."

"Like Headmaster Lionheart biting it," Sun solemnly added. The boys were all within the cafeteria, hanging out and doing fuck-all.

It was the weekend, sue them.

"Wait, seriously?" Russell threw in. "That's some news."

"Yup. Been a while since that came out, though." The monkey faunus then noticed the recently, if somewhat hastily, redeemed Mercury throwing him a look. "What?"

"About Leonardo," he mumbled, and already Sun's whole mood darkened.

"He was in on the whole thing?"

"Yeah," the young man nodded as he placed his hand down, infuriating his opponents. He was a damn good poker player. "Turns out some people crack when faced with an opponent that controls all Grimm."

"Shit, yeah," Brawnz piped up. "Not to mention that woman is smoking hot!"

Neptune gave him a look. "Dude! She's Jaune's grandma!"

"Well, grandma's got it going on!"

"Anyway," Yatsuhashi interjected, clearly uncomfortable with the subject. "I believe Roy was referring to the fact that the girls still haven't come back out."

"Yeah! Well, that, and Cardin having a gf."

"Oh fuck, right! Damn!" Nolan was hopping in his seat. "He was even wearing a fucking collar! Can you imagine?"

"I'd rather not, actually." Dove looked a little green around the gills at the prospect. Something Sky noticed.

"Not a fan of BDSM?"

"Not a fan of imagining Cardin getting laid. Whoever managed to do that must be some woman."

"I bet. Hey, speaking of which…"

Sun pointed, grinning, at Cardin, having entered the cafeteria. His bearing and expression showed how nervous the ginger was, though that could have been because of who he was talking to.

"Look, my friends are all here, and well…"

"Hmm?" the voice of a woman. Curious and full of anticipation, the boys all inched closer to the door.

"Look, they made me talk, and they know about the collar-"

"Made you talk? Naughty, naughty, Cardin," she lilted. The guys were practically brimming with their curiosity. Finally, the door fully opened, giving vision to Cardin and his gf.

It was a mouse faunus, sporting grey hair, mouse ears and barely reaching to the gingers hip.

Many jaws slackened. Cardin saw the stares and shuddered.

"Oh crap."

Just then, the doors opened again, revealing the grand parade of well-fucked women. Frankly, they looked like they had just been horse riding for a few hours, most walking bowlegged, some getting carried in. Of all these, only Velvet looked like she was perfectly fine, bewildering many.

Though none of that could come close to the fate of Lie Ren, who had to be wheeled in.

"Is that a wheelchair," Mercury whispered in disbelief.

"Oh wow, what happened to all these girls?" the mouse asked, causing every single one of the newcomers to turn to her.

She blinked. "Hello?"

As one, they converged on the unlikely pair. Arslan, Blake and Nebula yelling commands.

"Block the doors!" they shouted, and the boys ran to bar any escape for the tall ginger. Now he was trapped, alone with his mistress slash girlfriend against the inquisition he should have expected.

Ren stared at him from his wheelchair, pushed by Nora, with his usual unreadable expression. Blake had drawn her notebook forth and Neon just held out her scroll, put on record. Disbelief and curiosity chief among their collective expressions.

"Now then," Velvet began, her grin beaming with elation at this delicious irony. "How did you meet?"

"Before we answer any question," requested Cardin, pointing to Ren. "What happened to him?"

The ninja winced with a smile. "Nora and Jaune double-teamed me." While Pyrrha sat on Jaune's face, was left unsaid.

"Ah."

"But enough about us," Yang laughed. "Right now, we want to hear about you."

That was two days ago.

Now, however, Jaune had a whole damn lot of girlfriends, too many for one man, usually. Jaune was not usual, however, and dedicated to make them all feel special.

Thus, he had taken Ciel and Neon out to a date, even if he was joined by Amber by surprise. As it were, she had been dragged along by accident when the aphrodisiac hit, and was equally fucked in that massive orgy.

Jaune saw that event as his birthday present. The girls agreed on that, if only to avoid the hassle of getting actual presents on the fly.

Not that he minded.

"Get a move on," Neon cheered, energetic as usual. Her tail swished back and forth behind her, peeking out from under the frilly red skirt she wore today. Her eyes briefly wandered to Amber, giving the scarred maiden a wink.

She winked back. Her grievance had dissipated during the happening, partially due to her being able to engage in some humiliation play with her tormentor. Sure, the debt was not quite paid with that, so Amber would take her time making it so.

As a bonus, Cinder was damn hot, the brunette had to admit.

Speaking of hotness, a sly grin spread on her face when she saw Ciel in her new getup. Courtesy of Coco, her new, form-fitting and businesswoman-like dress suit accentuated curves no one else had seen before. As a beautiful plus, and something that had taken everyone aback, the timing fetishist had revealed a badonkadonk rivaling Blake's own Bellabooty.

Seriously, it was huge! And well-formed!

Amber wanted to bite into it, like cake, but restrained herself. Mostly because she wanted to get to know Jaune first.

"So, Jaune," she began as they picked up the pace to follow Neon, Ciel trying to take smaller steps to hide the jiggle of her rump. "You saved my life and I got dragged into an orgy with you."

He blushed. "Yeah."

"Where you banged me against the wall like a damn animal."

"..yeah?"

"I mean, you were growling."

"Amber, please." Oh, he was fun to tease! The maiden would have a good time like this; so many people to tease!

"Poor Ciel, bet she wasn't expecting-"

"I would appreciate it," the tan-skinned Atlesian interrupted, furiously blushing. "If we could not discuss our activities in public. We are dallying too much here."

The scarred brunette felt cheeky. "Says the girl walking slow because her dummy thick ass keeps attracting stares with its claps."

Neon and Jaune stared at Amber. "What, I keep up with memes!"

Disregarding her teasing and downright flirting with the others, the four arrived at their destination.

"A karaoke bar?" Ciel asked incredulously.

"Yup," cheered Neon. "Always wanted to go to one, but Atlas doesn't have any!"

Amber stared at the faunus. "Seriously? Why?"

"Never caught on," the cat shrugged back, then swiveled back to the entrance of the building, illuminated by a glowing sign. "Now come on! I wanna sing my heart out!"

Quickly filing in, Ciel blushing as Amber swatted her ass, even as Jaune admonished the maiden for it, they sought out one of the booths fairly quickly.

"Hmm, nice," Amber sighed.

"This looks pretty cool, all in all," Jaune chipped in. "I've never been here before."

"Well, you've been missing out!" Neon cheered. "Besides, I want to hear you sing."

"I would love that!"

Everyone looked to Ciel in surprise, the woman suddenly shrinking into herself under their gazes. "I mean, I would love that. We do have one hour, however, so we should decide quickly."

"Just one hour?" Amber raised her eyebrow at the cat, who just shrugged. "No money for more."

"Aww." Then her brown eyes wandered to the blonde in the room. "Hey Jaune, wanna sing?"

"Me?" he squeaked, waving his hands in front of his face. "No, no, no, no! The last time I tried, I got too nervous and could barely hit the notes!"

"We only have 59 minutes," Ciel pointed out again. "And you will sing," she decided for him.

At first, Jaune wanted to object, but, looking around into the expectant faces of those among his girlfriends, he decided to do the thing.

"Just…" he sighed again in defeat. "Just give me the tablet."

The tablet was where one could choose what song to play in a karaoke booth. Handed to him by a radiant-looking Neon, he was eyed by an anxious Ciel while he was selecting songs.

One in particular stood out to him.

"Huh, I didn't know they had that one, Been a while since I sang in Old Valean, too."

Ciel stared harder and Neon gasped. "You know Old Valean?!"

"My mom insisted I learn it," Jaune admitted. "Told me it would be great at wooing girls. Problem is that barely anyone is speaking it."

That did not stop the girls from chanting "Sing! Sing! Sing!" until he picked up the mic and hit the button.

A melody chimed, and the name of the song was displayed on the monitor.

("La Vie En Rose" by Edith Piaf)

"Des yeux qui font baisser les miens
Un rire perdu dans ta bouche
Voila le portrait sans retouche
De l'femme auquel j'appartiens"

"Whaaa-" the girls were enchanted. They had no idea what he was singing, but they loved the sound of it.

"Quand je la prends dans mes bras
Elle me parle très doucement
Je vois la vie en rose"

Such passion, such melody, such sweetness! They blushed at the masterdom he showed in enunciating this honeyed, unknown tongue.

"Je lui dis des mots d'amour
Des mots de tous les jours
Et ça me fait quelque chose
Elle est entrée dans mon cœur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause"

Neon swooned and Amber wondered if Jaune speaking Old Valean was what made him so good at oral.

Or maybe it was the sexy juice.

"C'est elle pour moi, moi pour elle dans la vie
Je me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie"

"Et dès que je la vois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat"

As he finished, the girls clapped, all with varying degrees of blushes on their faces.

"That sounded really hot, you know that?" the cat faunus breathed, just as Amber practically leaped at the phone in the booth. The blonde turned to her, confused by her action.

"Amber?"

"I believe I'll have to extend our stay here," she drawled. As Ciel and Neon closed in on him and the maiden picked up the phone, it dawned on Jaune what was about to go down.

A day later, the young knight and Arc scion found himself on the way to the provisional office of General Ironwood within Beacon. He had returned yesterday with three satisfied girlfriends, two of which were very impressed with their chocolate-skinned Atlesian.

'Down, boner!' Jaune had no reason to think about the sexy times he had in that booth yesterday, as he was about to go and be serious.

Finally arriving at the door, Jaune nervously knocked.

"Come in," the deep voice of the General demanded, and the blonde opened the door slowly. The nervousness ate at him, though Jaune felt like he should calm down. It was not like the good general would try and kill him, right?

Right?

"So, uh, you wanted to see me?" the knight asked, still worried. Sneaking in, though well within line of sight of Ironwood, Jaune spotted the man fiddling at his desk with something.

"Ah, Mr Arc," the man greeted him, barely sparing him a glance until he was satisfied with whatever he was doing. Important bureaucracy stuff, the young man surmised. "I have some questions for you. But first…"

Jaune stood ramrod straight, awaiting whatever the general could throw at him. Though neither he, nor anyone living save for the dreamers and the weirdos, could foresee what was next.

Music.

Ironwood strode forward, taking Jaune into a traditional waltz hold and leading their gracious dance.

Jaune was very confused and very concerned.

'What is going on?!'

"Mister Arc," the older man asked him sternly, even as he slowly moved over the floor of his not so spacious office. "What do you intend to do with Glynda Goodwitch?"

"Bwuh?!" was all the young Arc could muster at first, before focusing. Maybe this was some obscure interrogation technique he never heard of? "I intend to..court her? Is that the right word?"

"Hmm. Does that include the other, younger women?"

"Age matters little beyond the age of consent."

"True," the older man admitted, though his eyes didn't give any hint of his thoughts. "Though would it not stop you from giving her her due, as a woman?"

"I do not think so," Jaune retorted, suddenly taking over the lead from Ironwood, who only slightly raised his eyebrows. "I intend to cherish them all, since they intend to do the same to me, and to each other. We will make this work, general."

He said nothing to that, for a while. As the short piece entered the last stretch, James Ironwood finally sighed. "She is a dear friend to me, Mr Arc. I would be very cross if you were to hurt her."

It was then that Jaune understood. It was an interrogation, start to finish, to throw him off, to lower his defenses and to see if he was a lesser man than his partners thought.

"I see," Jaune finally said, bowing as etiquette demanded of two waltz dancers. "Feel free to if I hurt her, to do the same to me."

"Believe me, I will." With that, Jaune bade the man good day, and left.

"Qrow," James rumbled, as the lanky figure of the veteran huntsman appeared in the room.

"James?" the man sounded oddly constipated to the general's ears. It mattered little, his steely gaze was not focused on anything tangible.

"I am surprised that your interrogation technique worked so well. He hasn't lied to me despite being thrown off so badly."

"Oh yeah?"

The tone Qrow took made James suspicious. "Why do you sound-" He did not finish the sentence when he saw the face Ozpin's favored spy, and recently killer-by-accident of headmaster Lionheart, made.

He was desperately holding back his laughter.

It was then that James Ironwood realized that he had been played.

"QROW!"

The idea for "La vie en rose" came from Loganlegacy, who suggested it to me on a whim. I translated the whole thing to the best of my limited abilities and the resources of the internet, and made sure it fit on a male perspective.

The idea of Ironwood's interrogation by slow dancing, however, wa brought to you by an actual dream TheOverlordOfIce had.

Cheers, you two.