Hello and a merry Christmas to you all! or a happy Holidays if you're not that way inclined. Here it is, your fluffy Christmas arc! I had good fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it.

Jaune was excited, there were no two ways about it. With the Vytal tournament over and done with (He and Pyrrha having been crowned Champion) he had little more to do than look forward to the Dustmas-holidays.

He was sat in his final lesson on the final day of term before Beacon broke for the holidays. Five whole weeks without lectures or combat training, at long last he could just kick back and relax. All he had to do was survive the dust-plane flight home, some three hours away in the North of Vale.

The final bell rang and both he and his team sprinted out the door, barely catching the end of Port's long-winded goodbye. He ran through the hallways at break-neck pace narrowly dodging various students laden with books.

Jaune, Ren and Nora all burst through the door at once and scrambled over to their respective bed spaces packing what little remained of their belongings in a flurry of movement. All except Pyrrha. She moved over to her bed and sat down with a sigh, slowly drawing out a small day-sack and packing a few spare pieces of clothing.

Seeing his partner so dejected struck Jaune hard bringing him crashing down to earth and forcefully tearing him from his excitement. He walked over and sat down besides her resting a gentle but firm hand upon her shoulder. She looked up at him, her emerald eyes lacking their usual joviality and replaced instead with ones containing deep sadness.

"I-Is everything OK Pyrrha? Are you not excited for Dustmas?"

"My family don't celebrate it..." She mumbled.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Ever since I was little my parents have pushed for me to become the very best that I could be, they had me train hard every day so that I might be the star fighter and make them proud. There was no time for Birthdays or Dustmas or anything else, only another day's training. All of my friends at Sanctum would come in describing their Dustmases and I was left to simply lament my own lack." Her voice trembled with pent up emotion, the room silent with both Ren and Nora listening intently.

"Pyrrha that's awful..." Nora said, for once sounding deadly serious.

Jaune thought for a long moment on his partner's plight, before he snapped his fingers.

"Aha! I've got it!" He exclaimed quite suddenly.

"Got what Jaune?" His three teammates asked in unison.

"The solution! Pyrrha, how would you like to spend the holidays with me?" His enthusiasm was plain to see, a sparkle in his eye.

"Jaune, I'm flattered but I couldn't impose..."
"Nonsense! You won't be imposing! Just think how excited Marron will be to see you again!" He was grinning ear to ear.

"W-will you have enough room, I mean your sisters and all..." hope bloomed in her voice
"Plenty, You can stay in my room!"

"J-Jaune I-"

"It's settled! I'll let my parents know you're coming!" He jumped to his feet and retrieved his call before darting out of the room to phone his family leaving a very confused Nora, a smirking Ren and a silent Pyrrha. A squeal of joy rang out within the Champion's mind as pure unadulterated happiness and gratitude swelled up within her heart, so much so that the instant Jaune stepped back into the room she dove at him pulling him into a bone crushing hug and fervently thanking him over and over with tears streaming down her cheeks and soaking his school blazer.

"Hey Pyrrha we're all good to- Hey! What's the matter?"

Jaune was caught utterly by surprise but soon wrapped her tightly in his arms, he rubbed her back in an attempt to comfort her. She pulled her face out of his shoulder and looked him deep in the eyes.

"Jaune, you have no idea how much this means to me..." She sniffed, smiling bravely despite the tears still rolling down her cheeks.

"Pyrrha, it's my absolute pleasure." He smiled back, cupping her cheek and using his thumb to wipe away her tears.

"Now, you'd best pack. Our flight leaves soon."

She nodded and shot off towards her wardrobe, hurriedly sorting through her clothes asking him frantic questions like; 'How far away is it?','Is it very cold?', 'What kind of clothes should I take?'. The blonde laughed as he tried to answer as many of her questions as he could.

"It's about two to three hours via dust-plane, It's not all that cold and Pyrrha take whichever clothes you like. My family will provide any clothes that you don't have with you."

The four teenagers of Team Juniper stood on the cold stone of the sky dock, the Valean winter sun already beginning to set despite it only being early afternoon. The team prepared to go their separate ways, Nora and Ren heading off to their own home-town for the holidays.

Ren shook their hands with a slight nod before Nora grabbed them into a massive cluster hug.

"I'm gonna miss you both so much!" She whined as she released them, they both collapsed gasping for air.

"We'll...miss you...too Nora." Jaune managed to croak out.

"Take care now and happy holidays." Ren smiled

Ren lightly clasped the Valkyrie by her shoulder and began to lead her towards one of the large passenger craft, they waved a final goodbye before being lost from sight in the throngs of students all fighting their way onboard the last flights out of town.

Jaune and Pyrrha both began to make their way towards their craft before being stopped by a voice, or rather two.

"Hey Vomit-Boy!"

He span around to find Yang and Ruby jogging towards them, closely followed by both Weiss and Blake.

"You off home for the holidays?" Ruby asked.

"Yeah, are you guys?" Jaune replied.

"You bet! Our dad invited Weiss and Blake to stay on Patch with us! We're gonna partaay!" Ruby practically squealed with pent up excitement.

"Jaune's parents were kind enough to invite me to stay with them too." Pyrrha grinned ear to ear and hugged the Knight all the tighter.

"Well, we'd best be going or we'll miss our flight. You guys take care now!" Jaune shouted back, leading Pyrrha off towards their dust-plane waving enthusiastically as his inner child came bursting to the surface.

Pyrrha chatted excitedly with her partner for the entire three hour duration of the flight. She questioned him all about his six other sisters, the nature of his home, his favourite places to eat, the town traditions and so on. Jaune was only too happy, their conversation helped while away what would have otherwise been an incredibly dull flight, as well as serving to distract him from his churning stomach.

Their ship passed over snowy expanses as it flew effortlessly through Vale's winter sky. Small flakes of snow drifted lightly past their window, a calm and beautiful sight. One which the Champion couldn't help but pause to admire. Snow was incredibly rare in Mistral and never fell in such large amounts as she was currently seeing. The Knight watched with amusement as her radiant viridian eyes lit up at the sight of the snow falling just beyond their grasp. A plan formed in his head, one which birthed the mischievous grin he wore.

It was not long after that their flight landed.

"Welcome to Nord-de-Neige, it is currently -23 degrees centigrade outside. Please take care when disembarking so as not to slip on any ice. Enjoy your stay."

"I though you said it wasn't too cold?" Pyrrha pouted, grabbing her luggage.

Jaune gathered his bags from the overhead locker and pulled his partner back. Reaching into his bag he pulled out a long flowing red cloak. It was trimmed with golden thread and fur lined its hood. It was a garment fit for a Champion, his Champion. He proffered it up to her with a smile.

Pyrrha gently took the cloak and held it out in front of herself, admiring it. She thought it a truly beautiful gift. She thanked him and wrapped it around herself. It was incredibly warm, the thick red fabric locking in any and all heat she radiated.

"T-thank you Jaune. I love it!" She beamed at him. Jaune only shrugged in response.

"As you now know, it gets a little cold this far north, what with all the snow and all. I didn't want you getting cold and I noticed you don't seem to have any really warm clothes."

She leant in and kissed him, the fur from the cloak's hood tickling his face. He suppressed the urge to sneeze before retrieving a thick parka from his bag and donning it. His whole body poofed out under the thick coat, rendering him unable to put his arms down at his sides. Next he pulled out his Vytal medal and hung it around his neck, he wanted to be wearing it when he met his parents again.

Seeing him wear the medal once again Pyrrha pulled out the box from her bag which contained her own, she too wore hers. The couple made their way down the main aisle and bid farewell to the stewardesses as they climbed out onto the boarding steps and into the cold.

The frigid air hit them and took their breath away after so long in the heated cabin of the aircraft. Their breaths erupted as clouds as they rapidly condensed. Despite just how cold it was, it failed to chill them to the core. It was a fresh, crisp and dry cold as opposed to the usual damp bone-chilling cold of main Vale.

Jaune and Pyrrha reached the bottom of the ramp and before either of them could react they were surrounded by a heaving tide of people with cameras and notepads, surrounded by a cacophony of different voices all fighting for their attentions. Jaune couldn't understand what was going on, but Pyrrha knew. Dread swelled within her as she recognised the all too familiar pack that was the paparazzi.

"Mr Arc, What's it like being a Champion?", "Give us a smile Mr Arc!", "Is it true that you're romantically involved with Miss Nikos?"

The different voices all assaulted him at once accompanied by sporadic camera flashes made his head spin. He just wanted it to end to curl up and wait for them all to leave him alone. He couldn't escape, they had effectively surrounded them both.

"Mr Arc would like to decline to make a comment! Please make way!" Pyrrha's voice boomed out full of force and anger. The journalists stopped dead and stepped out of the way as Pyrrha led Jaune away and into one of the the sky-dock's terminals.

"Are you alright Jaune?" Concern emanated from the red-head.
"W-what just happened Pyrrha?"

"Jaune, those parasites were journalists. A side affect of winning one of the Vytal festival tournaments, also a side affect of dating me. My own fame makes anyone close to me a target for gossip magazines."
Jaune shivered at the thought, he knew that Pyrrha had had some issues with media attention before both from her own accounts and the occasional journalist that had gotten brave enough to approach them in public. Yet since Nora's 'intervention' the last time they had all but backed off. Word was that the unfortunate victim had had to have his legs pieced back together one bone fragment at a time. Oh how he missed the Valkyrie at that moment.

"I don't get it, why are we only seeing them now?"

"You know the Beacon policy. No journalists are allowed on campus for fear of them distracting the students. Ozpin must have put a media blackout on all of the students for the duration of the festival in an effort to protect us, it seems we have left his influence."

"So what do we do?" the blonde asked, his stomach knotting.

"How far is it to your parents house?" She asked.

"It's not too far, but I was gonna show you around on the way." He looked disappointed.

"We will have plenty of time for that, but for now I think it's best if we make our way straight there."

Jaune nodded and clasped her hand.

"OK then, follow me."

With that he led her out into the icy cold once again.

Jaune led her up to a fairly large log house. The sloped roof was blanketed in a thick layer of snow. The windows glowed with warmth but were coated by a solid frost obscuring all vision to the inside.

The trip through town had been a slow and nervous one. They had left the terminal and pulled their hoods right down hoping to cover as much of their faces as was possible. Their tactic worked for the most part save for two occasions in which a particularly eagle-eyed journalist had caught a glimpse of their faces or their weapons and run towards them. In those situations the two teenagers had simply had to run as fast as they could without slipping.

On both occasions the couple had managed to escape by darting into an alleyway or simply out stripping them through speed and endurance alone (a perk of training for combat daily). After that Jaune had led them down back alleys to avoid the main streets. Pyrrha marvelled at just how well he seemed to know the town despite having been absent for so long.

"When I was a kid I used to get bullied by the bigger kids so I learned all my available escape routes when they chased after me. After a while they left me alone and these routes just became particularly handy for getting about." He shrugged when she inquired about his knowledge.

Jaune stepped up to the front porch of his family home and dropped his bags. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and hit the doorbell. From inside a host of voices could be heard. They were all silenced however by the deep booming voice of a man, Jaune's father Louis to be exact.

"No thank-you! We don't want anymore Journalists, photographers or congratulations!" His father sounded more fed up than he did angry. Jaune couldn't resist, he put on his best old man's voice and replied.

"And what about very old friends?"

The knight struggled to hold in his laughter as the sounds of a commotion came from behind the door as his family fought to open the door. He turned and shrugged to the giggling Pyrrha, a wide smile upon his face.

"Jaune!"

The door was thrown open and no sooner than it had Jaune was tackled to the ground by a whole host of bodies. The Knight had no hope of escaping the press, instead he did his best to lessen his impact with the ground. He shivered as a heap of snow made its way into the collar of his parka, cooling his back in an instant.

Pyrrha looked on from under her fur lined hood giggling uncontrollably. There was a pile of six blonde women and one particularly adorable brunette all on top of where her boyfriend had previously been stood. The infamous Arc sisters. A loud booming laughter erupted over the chaotic giggles of the seven sisters. The Champion turned to see both Louis and his wife Mabel, each in the others arms their faces the epitome of merriment itself. On their heads sat red hats trimmed with white fur.

The seven girls eventually climbed off of Jaune and drew the flattened Knight to his feet with cries of 'Jauney!' 'How are you?' and 'It's so good to see you!'. After the greetings had exchanged they turned their attentions to the cloaked red-head.

"Jaune, who's this? Is it your girlfriend?" asked one of the tallest, she waggled her eyebrows suggestively in a manner which reminded Pyrrha all too much of a certain blonde Brawler.

"Yes." He said bluntly with a smirk. "This is my partner, Pyrrha Nikos."

A chorus of 'No way's and 'get outta town's rang out from the six girls.

"Did Marron not tell you?" Jaune laughed, giving a sly wink to his youngest sister whom tried to return the gesture but failed most adorably.

"No Jaune, she didn't. To be honest I'm not sure I even believe you." One retorted, annoyance clear in her voice. She was backed up by a series of nods from the others.

It was at this moment that Pyrrha pulled down her hood revealing her famous red hair and stepped forward.

"Hello, I'm Pyrrha. It's a pleasure to meet you all." She smiled.

The six blondes stared agape at the familiar red-head, some pointing with shaking hands much the same way that Jaune had when he first found out who she really was. They were utterly silent, stunned into uninterrupted quiet, which to the Arc parents was a blessing in and of itself.

Mabel stepped out into the cold and wrapped an arm around Pyrrha's shoulders, ushering her in out of the cold and into the warm well lit halls of the Arc residence. The interior was like something out of a fairy tale. All of the walls were decorated with a mixture of paintings, photographs and tapestries depicting the Arc family's past members right the way through to the present.

She was stood in a long hallway, off to her left was a large staircase, at the foot of which resided an old coat stand and a mountain of shoes. Pyrrha dutifully removed her own and placed them neatly next to the pile as well as hanging her new cloak up on one of the free pegs, much to Mabel's amusement. Back outside could be heard squeals of excitement and laughter, Pyrrha was curious what was going on but Mabel blocked her view.

Ahead of her stretched a long hallway with a great many doorways opening up on either side. Mabel led her off into the first room on the right which turned out to be a large living room. A roaring fire snapped, crackled and popped in a large hearth, its heat a welcome boon.

In the corner stood the largest fir tree that she had ever seen. It was decorated with lights and tinsel the full extent of its height, each and every inch seemingly receiving the same care and attention to detail. On its very top resided a china angel, wonderfully well made. It looked as though it might come to life at any moment.

The furniture was lavish. There were two large couches with carved ends and deep cushions. In the centre of the room was an elaborately carved coffee table, it was completely bare save for a small bowl containing a variety of different nuts and a nutcracker. On the wall was a huge holographic screen although currently turned off. Lastly was an old and rickety looking rocking chair

The Champion was led over to one of the couches, she sank into the rug the fibres feeling pleasant around her toes. She set herself down on one of the couches and Mabel sat next to her.

"Would you like a drink dear? Some coffee or hot cocoa maybe? You must have been freezing half to death out there. How could my son drag you all the way here through the snow?!"

"That would be lovely." She smiled. "Don't blame Jaune, he was just excited to show me around his home town. It's just a shame that the journalists got in the way of that. It was like feeding time at the zoo."

"Yes... We've been having a spot of bother with them lately." The older huntress frowned. "We all watched your matches. You were both so great together! There wasn't a dry eye in the house when you won, little Marron ran around the house screaming the place down in excitement, bless her!"

Mabel reached out and lightly grasped the metal disk around Pyrrha's neck scrutinising it closely. After some time of silence in which Pyrrha began to feel increasingly awkward Mabel rose and made her way to the door, explaining she was going to go and fix the drinks. The eight Arc siblings burst through the front door followed by their father.

Each and every one of them was covered from head to toe in snow and were laughing gaily. They brushed themselves off resulting in a small snow drift in the hallway which quickly melted into a minor lake. The Arc children all pointed unanimously to their father whom threw up his arms in mock indignation

"He started it..." they all cried out before they all broke down into waves of laughter once again.

Mabel was stood in the hall holding two steaming mugs and stopped dead at the sight. Every one of them froze, and it was then that the aged huntress exploded. Jaune, Louis, Marron and the other six sisters recoiled in fear as Mabel seemed to grow in stature. The moment she finished all of the Arcs (including Louis) ran up the stairs.

Pyrrha stared at Mabel with new-found awe, she was a dragon and commanded the respect of each and every member of her family. It had been clear from their initial meeting at Beacon all that time ago that Mabel was a force to be reckoned with, but to see it for herself was something else entirely.

And just like switching off a light Mrs Arc resumed her calm and collected state. She moved over to the Spartan and settled down besides her. With a steady hand she offered one of the mugs to the young Champion. Pyrrha gratefully accepted and sipped at her cocoa, being careful not to scald her tongue as she had so often seen Nora do.

Before long the two women had settled into comfortable and companionable conversation regarding their biggest piece of common ground, a certain hapless Knight. Mabel shared a great deal of anecdotes from the Knight's childhood which left her lungs burning as she gasped for air, struggling to hold back wave after wave of giggles.

Ten minutes later they came back down fully changed with Jaune still towelling off his hair. The Arc siblings and Louis made their way into the lounge and split down between the two couches. Jaune took his seat next to Pyrrha, his older sisters cramming onto the remaining couch spaces and Marron occupying the floor at Jaune's feet, he settled into running his hands through the little brunette's hair slowly and methodically.

Jaune and his seven sisters all wore hand knitted red Dustmas jumpers, each and every one had the first letter of their names emblazoned in white on the front. It was a truly adorable sight.

"Pyrrha, allow me to introduce my siblings." He grinned "Marron you already know of course. Other than her we have; Amber (she's the oldest), Madelein, Coral, Sable, Hazel and Violet." He pointed to each of the girls accordingly.

Amber was a medium height with greenish-blue eyes. Her luscious blonde hair cascaded down to just below her shoulder blades. Her nose was slightly crooked, listing over towards the right side of her face. She was pretty by the standards of most and yet she was lacking something that the Champion just couldn't identify.

Madelein was by far the tallest of the sisters. Her hair was bleached blonde and of a pixie cut style, no doubt a demonstration of her rebellious streak. Despite this she too was fair of face, a few freckles followed her jawline. She seemed to take after her father in her bearing than her mother.

Coral seemed to be the quietest of the sisters. She sat with a book in hand, her sapphire blue eyes occasionally flitting up from the pages to observe those around her. She exuded an air of quiet confidence. Her hair was tied up into a short and tidy pony-tail. A set of reading-glasses rested upon the bridge of her nose, a sign of her dedication to literature.

Next, Pyrrha turned her attention to Sable. Sable was of a much bigger build than her siblings definitely taking after her father's stature. Her Hair was swept over one side completely covering her left eye. Upon closer inspection Pyrrha found to her shock that this was to cover a brown leather eye-patch. Sable's face had a long white scar running from her right temple down her cheek to her chin and yet despite these old wounds she still held a certain dignified and proud beauty.

Hazel sat perched on the edge of the couch scrutinizing the red-head just as the redhead scrutinized her. She had short dirty blonde hair that hung to just above her slim shoulders. Hazel cut a lithe figure, sleek and streamlined. She had piercing, grey, inquisitive eyes, which seemed to take in every detail about the Champion methodically. It made Pyrrha shiver.

Finally came Violet. In all but name and age Violet took after her mother. Her outward appearance was very much the same as Mabel's. She had a proud look about her, with a strong jawline. Her eyes the same green that Marron shared. She had an aura of childlike innocence and joviality reminiscent of both Nora and Ruby.

Pyrrha nodded politely to each of the sisters in turn as the introductions were made, hoping to make a favourable first impression.

"We watched your matches with out little Jauney, you were amazing!" Violet cried out punching the air in her enthusiasm.

"Yeah, Jauney's really come along. He was awful when he left for Beacon." Sable spoke, her voice quite deep and husky.

"W-well, we've been training hard for a good while now." Pyrrha explained smiling to her partner. "His progress is all his own. There are few who work as hard as Jaune does. He works at being the very best leader he can be and we all respect him for it."

Jaune blushed at hearing his girlfriend sing his praises, it was not a usual thing to happen especially at home. Ordinarily he would be drowned out by his sister Sable, the renowned warrior and huntress.

The family stayed up until late, Marron long since having fallen asleep against Jaune's legs. Pyrrha herself had curled up cuddling her Knight and making him blush much to his sisters amusement. The sisters questioned her about her exploits as a part of Team Juniper and her prior history as the Mistralian legend.

The fire began to burn low, Pyrrha loosed an unintentional yawn. Almost as though it were a signal that she had been waiting for Mabel stood up and clapped her hands.

"Alright girls, it's time for bed" She ushered the six older sisters up and towards the door with hushed calls of; 'goodnight'.

"Jaune, can you show Pyrrha to your room while I take little Marron up?" She smiled lifting the tiny brunette into her arms.

Jaune nodded and made to stand only to find Pyrrha fast asleep up against him. With a low chuckle he scooped her up into his arms bridal style and carried her up towards the door when a voice stopped him.

"Jaune, I'm trusting you. No funny business please." His mother cautioned.

"OK Mom." he replied.

He carried the champion up the stairs and into his old room. Once there he gently set her down on his old bed with a light peck on her cheek. He left the room and brushed his teeth, changing into his pyjamas. Once he was ready for bed he climbed in next to his partner, she snuggled up to him almost immediately. The gentle gusts of her breathing lightly tickling his neck. He closed his eyes and felt his body relax and unwind.

'It's good to be home.' He thought with a smile.

There you are, part one all done and dusted. Just to clarify, I've decided that Ozpin arranged a blockade against the journalists in Beacon and Vale, preventing them from distracting his students. In the north this rule doesn't apply...don't ask why...just blame the Starks. Next champter shall be coming along fairly soon. Don't forget to follow, favourite and to always review if you have any comments, criticisms and suggestions for improvements.

I hope you all have a fantastically happy holidays and I'll see you all in the next chapter.