Hey there, readers and writers!

So, after MANY suggestions, I decided to add just a few more chapters for this story. So I made a chapter for Jaune and plan on a chapter about the 'big confession'. I dearly apologize if this chapter is horrible. I felt like I could have done so much better, but don't know how I could have.

That aside, enjoy!

Monty Oum and Roosterteeth have full ownership over RWBY, I do not.

If and when asked about his personal views on the subjects of dreams, Jaune would always answer with his distaste for said topic. He had nothing against the science or the concepts behind dreams, none at all. But his source of dislike lied within his unpleasant experiences in the past. Throughout his childhood, most of his dreams consisted of horrid nightmares of beasts and demons of Grimm. Their wretched black exteriors and bone-like faces came closer and closer, their mouths open in anticipation for the kill, the kill being Jaune. These monsters would gradually make their way towards him, ready to make him into a feast before the poor, terrified boy woke up screaming, trembling in fear as frightened tears nearly left his resistant blue eyes. His mother would always have to come to comfort the hysterical boy in an effort to calm him down as he sobbed weakly and helplessly. These said nightmares plagued his slumber for a large amount of his childhood, resulting in several restless nights and exhausted mornings. Though these disturbing dreams had occurred much less frequently, they still made a prolonged effect on the blonde's mind. So one could say that Jaune was not necessarily tasteful about dreams.

What the Arc boy didn't know was that all those negativities about dreams were to change. It would all be wiped away by dreams of a young huntress.

Ruby Rose.

She would enter his dream and forever impact him in ways he had never experienced before.

A lone figure made its way to a well built and overbearing castle that was easily visible from the distance as the figure made its way towards it. The figure was engulfed in sunlight as it shone off of his metallic chest piece and illuminated his golden blonde hair. His sheathed sword clinked against his left leg with every step he took as his black boots lightly collided with the soft earth below his feet. He was coming here for a very important, highly honorable occasion. This was the day of his acceptance into knighthood. He had worked hard and long for this day, ever since his childhood he had ambition for this day. He was offered escorts for the occasion, but politely declined.

The sunlight warming him vanished as he stepped into the massive shadow that was created by the great castle. He made his way the large wooden do he had that were gracefully opened as he neared them. The soon to be knight then walked into the building to meet the looks of all that had occupied the building. It was then that the blonde knight was able to get a view of the interior of the grand castle. Tapestries of various color dully illuminated the normally plain grey room. Stained glass of several different subjects shined on the stone floor as sunlight poured through and ignited their glorious images.

But the young man paid no mind to those as his full attention was placed upon the queen that sat on her red themed throne, looking down at the man. She was quite young for a queen, with orbs of silver looking about her surroundings with a peaceful gaze and dark hair that hung around the frame of her face gently. When she took notice of the man in front of her, she stood and started to gracefully descend down the stairs to meet with him, her red robe lightly dragging against the stone floor as she did so. The young man in question got down onto one knee in respect for the loyalty coming towards him. The royal queen finally stood before him, bearing a sword in her left hand. She then raised the sword to gently place onto the young man's left shoulder, before raising it and gently placing it onto his opposite shoulder. The queen then finally announced his entrance into knighthood. The new knight couldn't help but give a smile of satisfaction as the new title began to sink in. His blue eyes twinkled in happiness as he looked up at the queen.

His happiness somehow managed to grow as she smiled back, a proud gaze in those amazing sliver eyes.

Jaune didn't know what to make of the dream at first. It definitely was a change of pace from the horror that chased him in his sleep for most of his childhood. It was … sweet, and innocent, and probably was the best dream Jaune ever had. He eventually found himself to be smiling at it. Jaune couldn't help but childishly grin at the dream, wishing that he had more dreams like that in his youth.

Of course he told Ruby about the dream. It was definitely something that would amuse the younger girl. This was proven correctly as she giggled out loud and commented on how similar the scenario was to her childhood tales of knights and heroes. It was adorable, to say the least. Jaune in response chuckled as he lightly ruffled the girl's hair with his fingers. Ruby responded by batting at his hand with light bunny rabbit punched while tightly scrunching her face, like a child upon seeing unwanted vegetables. Jaune thought little of the dream later though, dismissing it as a result of spending so much time with the scythe wielder.

Jaune struggled against an unseen force that pulled him into unforeseen darkness. He did not know how nor what was the cause of his current predicament, but that did not currently cross his mind as he thrashed and wriggled in defiance to whatever force was trying to force him towards pitch black darkness. The longer the force held onto him, the more exhausted he got and the harder it got to breathe. It almost felt like he was drowning. Drowning in a sea with no water.

Just as he was about to give up and submit to the aggressive force, a blinding white light showed itself in front of him. His eyes were squinted shut at the overwhelming brightness ahead of him and his head began to throb. A large pale hand reached out and grasped him before slowly ascending him up towards the blinding white ahead of him. The massive hand did not grip Jaune in a rough, tight, forceful grip that was pushing him into the eerie unknown. It was light and careful as if the contents in its hands were very delicate. The light only continued to get brighter as he was ascended closer and closer to it. There finally came a point where the light consumed him and nothing could be seen other than that same blinding white.

The brightness finally cleared for Jaune to find himself standing upright in a forest of crimson dirt that lied underneath his feet and red leaves the lightly and calmly fell from their trees that hung highly above him. Normally, Jaune would question how he had ended up here, but that thought trailed away from his mind as he looked at the figure in front of him.

In front of him was a girl only a few years younger than Jaune himself was, with pale skin coupled with black hair dyed lightly with red and large silver eyes that looked into his own with a warm, sweet, innocent smile spread across her small face. He probably should be questioning everything involved in his predicament right now. He should be wondering what was pulling him to darkness, how that hand was able to save him, how he had arrived at this crimson forest, and who this girl was standing in front of her and what she was doing here.

But he didn't. For some undeterminable reason, it felt wrong to worry about anything but now. To do anything except to look at this smiling young girl in front of him.

Jaune then felt himself begin to smile back.

That was indefinitely the most unusual dream Jaune Arc ever had in his lifetime. It wasn't the worst, not at all, but quite unusual. He was conflicted on bringing up the dream with Ruby, but he told her anyway, not seeing any real reason not to. She was just as confused as Jaune was, but did not try and place too much thought into its meaning or origin.

On the other hand, the Arc boy started to indulge in the multitude of possible meanings or hidden messages behind the dream, despite Ruby's constant reassurance that he was simply looking far too deep into the topic. But that didn't stop the boy from attempting to search for the cause. He went ahead and thought of nearly every possibility. Literally, he spent much of his day thinking about it and what the dream supposed to mean. Maybe it had something to do with his previous dream of achieving knighthood. No, that made no sense. Or perhaps it was involved with finding peace with his own personal struggles. But why would Ruby be there? She was never involved in any of his problems. She had helped and supported him in the past though.

Jaune halted his train of thought there, at Ruby. Maybe that was what the dream was supposed to be centered on. And perhaps the light he had seen was representing the light he saw within Ruby in real life.

Throughout his life time, Jaune had never met someone like Ruby. So sweet and naïve and innocent, yet gallant and smart and noble. Her youthful optimism always gave him something that no one else ever had.

Hope.

That's what the dream represented, how the younger girl gave him hope. Why this dream had come forth was beyond Jaune. Maybe there was some other hope Ruby could present to him. A different, deeper, more personal hope.

Ruby was right. He did look into this dream way too much.

A large mechanical scythe slashed and sliced its way through several bodies of Beowolves and Ursi. Blood splashed and spluttered in all directions as heads and limbs were severed and flung away from their owners to paint the ground below them a gruesome red. Howls and cries of pain and death filled the cool, evening air and echoed throughout the dense forest. The area looked like a text book picture of a brutal slaughter. But the person behind the scythe, the one commencing the slaughter was not someone one would automatically expect to be doing so. The wielder turned out to be a young, pubescent girl, with dark hair that was carried by the winds and silver eyes that were narrowed at her targets with the intent to bring them to an end by her blades. When the Grimm creatures got close enough, the wielder wordlessly charged forward, ready to fight again.

She still displayed little faltering or fatigue as she took another mighty swing and severed yet another beast's head. When a Beowolf and an Ursi tried to converge on her, the wielder made a great leap and flipped over the Ursi, but not before the curved blade of her weapon entered through the beast's chin and the tip poked out through its head. She retracted the blade from the corpse before she turned on the Beowolf still foolishly charging her. She responded by swiftly impaling the side of its chest and undoubtedly rupturing its organs. She continued to slaughter all of the soulless monsters that tried to make her into a meal until she was left standing alone with several dozens of dissolving bodies surrounding her. Even if her weapon was drenched in it, the warrior had managed to avoid getting a single drop of blood on her figure. She showed no outward signs of exhaustion or fatigue even after just finishing a grueling battle. And had managed to with such grace and glory it could almost be considered art.

Jaune woke up from this dream with mixed emotions. He was confused on why he having so many dreams about Ruby recently, and didn't know what could have caused it to happen so suddenly. Then again, he wasn't distasted by the dream. It definitely was quite gruesome and brutal, but it conveyed the determination and strength of Ruby that Jaune had admired so much.

Of course she chuckled sheepishly and shyly when he told her this. Despite being a fighting prodigy and being one of the most capable fighters in Beacon, she believed herself to be typical or average and nothing more. That was another thing that Jaune admired about her, her humility was unmatched. She had every right to brag, yet she never boasted about her accomplishments to anyone. If anything, she tried to play them down and avoid attention when it came her way.

Even he had to admit that it was extremely cute, he still resected her greatly for it. It was one of her greatest qualities, among many.

Jaune hadn't realized that he had such a high opinion on Ruby before. Not that he minded. He actually was content with it, seeing that she was very worthy of it.

Jaune was in a forest, snow gently and silently falling around him as he stared off into the seemingly endless tree line. It wasn't for any particular reason except for trying to fight off boredom. He just stood there, his eyes grazing upon the mildly uninteresting landscape as his mind began to wander to slightly more interesting topics.

He was shoved out of his daze as he heard gentle crunch of snow nearby, indicating that footsteps were heading towards his direction. The boy immediately snapped his gaze towards the owner of the footsteps, fearful that it might be a hostile intruder. This was immediately proven incorrect as the footsteps came from a short, unthreatening figure whose face was concealed by a red hood attached to a cloak that was carelessly blown around by the light breeze that accompanied the snow.

The person's walking came to a halt once they were a good yard or two away from the boy. Then the figure pushed back its hood to reveal its facial features to Jaune. The figure turned out to be a teenage girl who seemed to be content and unthreatened in Jaune's presence. She offered a welcoming smile to Jaune, likely as a sign of peace and friendliness.

It was then when the boy's attention was strictly diverted to the girl near him. Her skin was a magnificent pale, not too white yet not too tanned. Her large eyes of pure silver looked upon him such a sweet innocence that they almost shined like a pure star. Her med-length locks of black hair were lightly tainted at the ends with a touch of red. They swayed lightly in the calm breeze, noticeable enough yet not practically slapping her in the face. It was calm, peaceful, it was perfect.

She was perfect.

Jaune awoke initially focusing on his confusion at why he had four dreams in a row about the same fellow team leader. If there was any reason at all for all of this, it was clear as mud.

But his stomach nearly destructed from metaphorical butterflies when he saw her for the first time that day, playfully asking if anymore dreams about her came to him in his sleep. Jaune was thankful that she took a rushed and constricted 'no' for an answer before leaving it at that, otherwise she would have seen the Arc boy's face turn a fiery hot red. All the beauty she carried in his dream had applied to the real world as well. Jaune was above only noticing girls for their looks, and he knew that Ruby was so much more than her physical features. But he still had to admit that Ruby was attractive. Not a necessarily 'sexy' kind of attractive, but she was … gorgeous. Her smooth skin, her large smile, her eyes, her hair, it all worked well together to from the face of Ruby Rose.

He would never say that out loud. Oh god no. Not while the vicious and terrifying Yang Xiao Long was still overprotective of her younger sister. But that didn't stop Jaune from taking more occasional glances at the unsuspecting Ruby than he normally would. It felt so wrong, just looking at the unknowing girl, but it also felt … right. She had such an overwhelming peace to her beauty that it felt more wrong to neglect it.

Jaune didn't even know. The situation with the fellow team leader was just getting more and more complicating and confusing.

Numbers of people were gathered in a small house, all sitting in a deafening silence. The women were dressed in black dresses of varying lengths, while the men were dressed in dress pants and tuxes of the same color while wearing white undershirts. Even if everyone was wearing quite formal attire, they were by no means gathered for a happy or pleasant occasion. The exact opposite, actually. They were here to bury a loved one who had recently passed.

Jaune sat in the front row, dressed in his suit as the depressing ceremony took place. He faintly heard understandable weeping from some of the fellow attendees and some of the words being said by the priest as he read out loud to everyone. But that was not what Jaune was worried about now. His full attention was strictly placed on the open-casket and the lifeless body within it in front of him. Jaune was silently looking at the recently deceased. Her eyes were unnaturally closed and her hands rested on her stomach. Near her casket was a framed picture of her when she was still alive and well. Her fluffy hair, her eyes sparkling with hope and joy and love, her future as bright as the grin she wore on her face, all of it taken away by the cruel reality of death.

It was said by many that people look peaceful when in death. Jaune silently took the opportunity to call those people dirty liars. The girl in the coffin did not look peaceful or at rest in any way at all. She just looked dead, and no matter how one perceives it, death is cruel no matter what. Death had claimed the life a young, beautiful girl as well as her future and anything she could have accomplished.

It became unbearable for Jaune to take. He could hold back the angrily developing tears no longer. His face collapsed into his cupped hands and he wept. Wept for the girl, wept for himself, wept for those who also lost her, he just wept. In this grim situation, it seemed like the only thing he could do now.

Just weep, and weep, and weep.

Jaune woke up with ice cold sweat covering him head to toe. That was by far the worst nightmare that he ever had. At least in childhood nightmares, he didn't actually see the bodies of those he cared about. Unlike this one, he saw one of his closest friends in a state he would never be able to bear seeing her in. Needless to say, he was spooked by the dream, if that's the word to describe it. He also flung himself into a mindless panic that would not cease until he saw the scythe wielder in person.

He had never been so happy to see Ruby before. He always had enjoyed her company, but after what Jaune had recently experienced, seeing her in good health had never relived him more. He knew he was giving overreaction a new definition, but it didn't matter to him at the moment. He just wanted to see his friend alive and well.

Later, when his mind finally calmed down and was finally assured that his awful dream was simply a nightmare and nothing more, he was finding curiosity into why he was so panicked about his friend's health. Sure, most people in his position would do something to a similar but much lesser extent, but he didn't know why he was so deeply worried. They were good friends, no doubt, but did he really need to worry that much over a dream?

Maybe it was because Ruby had meant more to him than he initially realized. He always valued his relationship with the girl, but had not really known how much value he had placed upon it. More than he originally thought, if recent events meant anything. But when? When had he raised his care and concern for her? More importantly, what would this mean for them? How would this heavy amount of care for her affect their relationship in the future? The only way Jaune find out if he kept going down a straight path in his friendship with Ruby. Where this straight path would lead to, Jaune did not know.

Jaune sat at the end of a bed, his clothing completely disposed of and his erect member was out and exposed. He shuddered as the cool air surrounding him created goosebumps that ran up his bare arms. A girl only a few years younger than Jaune joined him in the area and began to approach Jaune. The boy froze under the girl's gaze as she looked at his nude form with a rapidly growing blush becoming more and more evident with every lasting second that her eyes spent on his body. She finally crouched on her knees in front of the bed, her face only inches away from Jaune's erection. She then wrapped her hand around the organ in a gentle grasp.

Jaune was not a total fool, he knew what the girl's intentions were. Which is why he when he attempted to look at her, he tried to put as much question and concern into his eyes as he could. The girl picked up on the concern, and in turn smiled at him in assurance. It was not a saucy grin of lust, but a sweet, affectionate smile. She would not be doing this for her own personal desires, nor would she doing this act for the sake of doing the act. She wanted to do this to please her partner, so she could make him happy and satisfied.

And satisfied he was as she wrapped her lips around the length. Jaune's head was thrown back as he gave a moan of pleasure. He never felt anything like this before, and was definitely a pleasurable new experience. He felt the girl smile as she continued to please him, glad that her goal to please Jaune was turning to be successful. Slowly but surely, he felt pressure in his erection get tighter and tighter. When it became far too unbearable to contain anymore, he let out one final gasp before coming to a release.

It definitely was not as horrible of a dream as his last one had been, but Jaune still felt overwhelmed upon waking. He never had a dream like that before in his life, and he felt like pervert for doing so now, even if it wasn't entirely his own fault. It didn't help that it was about one of the most innocent people that he's ever known.

Whenever he saw said person afterwards, he desperately did anything in his power to subtly not engage in a conversation with her. This earned him plenty of confused looks, especially from his own teammates. But whenever they tried to ask, Jaune always quickly denied having any problems before shutting down the whole conversation as best he could. He couldn't tell them, no way. If Yang got even a suspicion that Jaune had sexual fantasies about her sister, Jaune would be guaranteed to be castrated, how the act would be carried out was a thought he shuttered at. He couldn't take the risk, his life and his future children counted on it.

It was especially awkward when Ruby herself asked what was the matter with Jaune. He did his best to try and avoid eye contact as he nervously mumbled the same thing he said to everyone, that he was fine and there was nothing wrong. Ruby smiled at Jaune and accepted his answer. Her sweet, kind, understanding smile. The same smile that had been used in his dream. The same smile that reminded him of his innocent and naïve Ruby actually was.

The whole time, the Arc boy desperately tried to find what had caused him to have such an erotic dream about a girl that he previously had no sexual interest in. He admired her beauty, but never thought of her in a sexual manner, which is why he was so mortified upon waking up. As embarrassing as his predicament was, he didn't wish that the dream hadn't happened. Which contributed to why he was so embarrassed. Since when was he comfortable about being attracted to Ruby in this manner? Has he always felt like this? If not, when? And why was he having all of these dreams about her in the first place?

All the questions Jaune asked came with no answers. The only thing that Jaune knew was that this was not something that could be neglected or ignored. Even then he didn't know why it couldn't be neglected or ignored. He guessed that only time would tell.

Jaune was well suited in a fine black tux and pants with white button shirt and a crimson tie that fell down the middle of his chest and snazzy dress shoes that made echoing clicks with every step he took in the large manor. He currently was walking towards a balcony to a figure in white, whom was looking over the railing to the luscious oceans and beach that lied several yards below. When Jaune finally stepped onto the balcony, the figure in white turned to face Jaune. Her red and black hair was tucked neatly in a tiara crafted of large diamonds and jewels of the highest of craftsmanship. Her silver eyes were filled with undying affection once they fell upon the man in front of her. Her white clothing, which was revealed to be a luscious white dress, swayed in the wind without a care in the world. It was made of fine lace and was tight on her, giving off a visible outline of her figure. It stopped just above her ankle to show off the matching high heels.

Jaune proceeded to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her into his side, which she took swiftly. They just stood there like that, watching the waters splash onto the beaches, listen to the distant thundering of the colliding waves, take in the salty scent of the sea, while silently enjoying each other's company.

They finally turn towards each other, blue meeting silver as their eyes locked. Within in them was filled with genuine affection for each other. The loyalty they have for each other for that would not break for anything. The respect that they shared for each other for every possible detail. The commitment that they would choose each other first always.

The love that was theirs and only theirs to share.

The bride and groom proceeded to lean in and validate that love further with a kiss.

For the first time since he started to dream about Ruby, he woke up disappointed that his dream was just that, a dream, nothing else. He always had known the importance of marriage and always hoped to be married to a woman he would love and know that she would love him back. In his dream, that had just occurred. But here, all he was left with was disappointment. He was disappointed that he was no longer holding Ruby in his arms, that he was not soon to be married to her, that he had not placed a loving kiss onto her lips. It was in this moment when revelation hit Jaune harder than a speeding freight train.

He had fallen in love with Ruby Rose.

That's why he had all of these dreams about her. All of his questions that he had developed had been answered in that single moment. These dreams where coming from his love for Ruby. Almost on impulse, he hurriedly got dressed and began his search for the scythe wielder. He was going to admit his love for her before he got overcome by fear of rejection.

In the end, something he previously did not care for resulted in him finding love. Perhaps it was irony.

So, there we go. Again, I feel like this one was atrocious. Feel free to leave your thoughts or advice in reviews! Feel free to use constructive criticism.

Until next time, readers and writers!