The Fall of Professor Arc
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Disclaimer and Dedication:
Dedicated to Coeur. Thanks for the stories, and the countless ideas. You've only yourself to blame, you know!
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY. 'Professor Arc' in particular is the brainchild of Coeur. If you haven't read it already... why are you here?
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Somehow this is Yang's fault. He's not sure how, he's not sure why the thought crosses his mind. She's definitely there, he's falling (and not in love) from a pillow she's thrown, and somehow he knows he's in trouble. It's hard not to feel that way when Team RWBY's room explodes in protests the moment he and Weiss walk in.
It's Yang's fault. He's definitely doing it for her, so it must be. He's the innocent in all this, he swears.
Whatever the accusations were when the girls were fighting amongst themselves, it's turned into a pillow-fight now. Not the sexiest kind, but one with laughter all around. Weiss's glyphs allow her to give as good as she gets, and now it's down to her and Yang over… something about him and a pillow. His head's still ringing from the fall of the face full of pillow.
"Jaune?"
Beside him, just as 'out', are Blake and Ruby. Ruby's at his side, good girl that she is, helping him sit up. Blake's a friendly presence he already relies on.
"Jaune? Are you alright?" It's Ruby again- though this time she sounds a tinged worried. The room quiets, the pillow fight stops, and eyes turn towards him as Weiss and Yang both freeze in mid-swing.
Jaune simply smiles at the honest concern.
"I'm fine. Just took one to the head- need to sit down for a moment," he says, letting Ruby and Blake lead him to a bed. He doesn't know whose it is. It doesn't even occur to him to wonder.
The pillow fight stops, even as he wishes it hadn't. It was fun.
"Prof? Are you alright?" Yang asks. He wishes she wouldn't call him that- the person he wasn't- but then, if he hadn't been him, he wouldn't be where he is now. In an awesome school surrounded by wonderful people and waking up to find he had amazing friends.
"I'm fine. I love you girls," Jaune said, trying to convey all that. He doesn't mean anything by that- just what he meant about them being amazing and friends and all- but there's some embarrassed flushes none the less. "You're all awesome," he confesses, hoping the addition helps.
There's a moment of silence as they take that in.
"See? I told you hitting him in the head wouldn't help," Blake whispers to Yang.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Weiss began to demand.
"Hey, it was an accident," Yang defends.
Ruby just holds him tighter. He lets himself lean in, just a little. It's hard to believe she's Yang's sister, but right now that doesn't mean what it used to.
"What is going on here?!" A new voice thunders. Four embarrassed but cheerful girls freeze in fear.
But not Jaune. He knows this is a good person.
"Oh, hey Glynda!" he waves from his position in Ruby's embrace. With an 'eep' she drops him straight in her lap. "Just a little fooling around. Want to join in?"
They don't even have time to shoot him dirty, horrified, scandalized, or blushing looks before Glynda steps in and the door shuts. What happens next isn't what crossed their minds, but still mind-blowing enough. Somehow, for some reason, her wrath misses him. From his position, still in Ruby's lap, as good people and honest concern surround him…
There was only one thought in his mind.
I totally don't deserve this.
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Fin
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Author Note:
And... there we go.
The Fall of Professor Arc is a comedy, but also a foundation fic. It's a story mean to set-up subsequent stories- in this case, Jaune's Beacon career. What those stories are- that's up to you. What's the canon pairing? That's up to you. Who's going to write it? That's- well, you get the idea.
This was a gift from me to Coeur over the holidays. You can thank him for his approval and posting this out here. Me? I'll thank him for something else.
Thanks, Coeur- for the ideas, the feedback I don't always appreciate, but most of all the friendship. You've taken a minor hobby and made it funner.
(Yes, it's a word. Deal.)
Cheers,
C.F.