A/N: People seemed to enjoy the last chapter. I'm glad. This and the next few will step away from sex-focused chapters and explore some of the fallout Jaune's actions have accrued. Personally, I always hated stories that had interesting/taboo relationships, and ninety percent of the story ends up being them trying to hide it from everyone. And then when you get to the part of the story that people have been waiting for, everyone finding out, it's like one or two chapters, max. And then the story ends. Hopefully, you guys are excited to get to the meat of things immediately. There is plenty of drama and conflict to be enjoyed without stretching things out unnecessarily.
Chapter 11
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"Table for two?"
Jaune sighed in relief, finally reaching the restaurant where he and Pyrrha had meant to meet their team. Ginger's House was a nice but not expensive restaurant his team had discovered during their first trip to the city. The food was good, the staff were polite, and best of all, they had a breakfast menu on the weekend.
"Actually, we're meeting the rest of our team here? They should have arrived before us, if I'm not mistaken. The reservation is under the name, Arc." Pyrrha stepped forward, smiling politely. And after a few touches of her data pad, recognition flashed across the hostess' face as she nodded.
"Absolutely. It looks like the rest of your party has already been seated. However, they were forced to order for you, and your food should have arrived not long ago. If you'll follow me?" Pyrrha once again spoke up, thanking the young woman and reaching back to usher her dazed husband forward to stumble along as the two of them started toward the back of the building.
Exhausted and dehydrated, Jaune had enough presence of mind to wince after hearing how late he and Pyrrha were. They'd meant to meet up with Ren and Nora an hour ago but had gotten caught up at the courthouse. It turns out that Glynda hadn't been kidding about legally registering themselves as soon as possible and had insisted on getting it taken care of before Monday. Pyrrha had been happy enough at the idea, smiling brilliantly. And Jaune hadn't been in any position to argue.
Sadly, the courthouse hadn't been as amicable. That was the consequence of trying to register two women as your wives at once. Glynda knew about the antiquated Huntsman law that let them get married, but the clerks working at the front desks hadn't been as knowledgeable about something so old and exclusive. And what should have been a quick and intimate signing of paperwork quickly devolved as more and more people were called in to handle the very insistent deputy headmistress threatening their lobby.
It turns out that Beacon Academy had enough political weight to afford his newest wife a certain level of respect in the law office. And Glynda had no problem leaning on her position to request a higher ranking employee when none of the desk clerks could prove or disprove their claims.
This went on for thirty minutes until a much older manager had been brought out with evidence of another Huntsman who took advantage of this oversight around seventeen years ago. But in his case, he'd already been married when he'd added a second spouse to his household. The same law that Glynda was swearing upon had been brought into question, only for the courts to come to the same conclusion. The law was still in effect, and the courthouse had no choice but to legally recognize their union.
Jaune didn't know who this Tai-Yang guy had been, but the young man hoped everything had worked well for him. If only because this mystery man had helped save him from spending the rest of his Sunday in downtown Vale.
The matter was finally settled when the same manager gave them permission to file their marriage, with what felt like genuine congratulations toward the two women who had entered his office. For Jaune, he was slightly more pitying, his own ring on his own finger making it clear that he knew exactly what the young man was in for. And he hadn't been alone.
Glynda had done most of the talking, with the benefit of actual knowledge about the process of filing marriages, leaving Pyrrha and Jaune to sit around watching her, amazed. Despite that, Jaune had taken the brunt of the inscrutable or downright disapproving stares from the rest of the men and women who had been around to see or hear what was going on.
Jaune didn't blame them for their reaction. This might not have been his idea, but no one was going to believe that. They likely all saw the same story; of a young man with beautiful women on each of his arms like he'd won the lottery or something. And they wouldn't be wrong, exactly. But they didn't have the full story either. And something told Jaune that he was going to need to get used to that idea before long.
The employees had been a little more professional when it came time to hand them the appropriate paperwork for signatures, legally binding himself to two women that he'd known for less than a month. Glynda also decided that they might as well go through with changing their names while they were there, officially becoming Glynda and Pyrrha Arc.
Anyone in school that cared already knew about him and Pyrrha. But come Monday morning, every student at Beacon would learn about Glynda. And whatever attention he'd been able to avoid after marrying a famous tournament fighter would disappear as soon as they found out the same guy had married one of their most renowned professors. And when they saw that Pyrrha wasn't leaving him for cheating, there was only one conclusion left. That he, Jaune Philip Arc, was a philandering womanizer.
And they would be right.
Personally, he would have preferred it if they all at least tried to keep things quiet. At least until he and Pyrrha graduated and could escape the chaos. But surprisingly, Pyrrha had become as adamant as Glynda when the blonde suggested binding themselves to him in both a legal sense, as well as what his semblance already did to them.
Suffice to say, Jaune was deeply dreading the eventual fallout of his actions. Not enough to regret letting Glynda keep her ring. The blonde was already a wonderful addition to his and Pyrrha's relationship and he knew Pyrrha felt the same. But that didn't mean he was looking forward to all the attention he was about to get. Which was why he was so excited spending the rest of his morning enjoying a quiet meal with his teammates. But as he and his wife followed the Hostess around a corner and found their table, Jaune's shoulder's slumped as he realized that was not his future.
"What are you doing here?" he groaned, physically wilting at the sight of four more people sitting with the two he'd been expecting. It was almost enough that Jaune didn't notice the plate of eggs and bacon waiting for him. Team RWBY didn't flinch at his displeasure, smiling back at him far too pleasantly for their impingement.
Two tables had been pushed together to house the two teams, draped in the familiar deep red tablecloth that made up the restaurant's name. Placed in the corner of the building, one wall was solid wood with various artwork and light fixtures to absorb the empty space. The other side was a wall of windows open to the front of the building and the Mainstreet beyond. The late weekend morning saw many people up and about their business as they walked past, occasionally glancing in at the throng of hungry customers relaxing and enjoying their meals.
"Are you kidding?" Yang spoke up, practically vibrating in her seat as she looked between the two newcomers. "After we heard the good news, there was no way we were about to pass up the chance to meet the newest Mrs. Arc!" The annoying blonde made a show of looking around. "So where is she? Don't tell me you managed to scare her off already."
Jaune was too stunned to speak at first, wracking his brain over how Ruby's team had managed to find out so quickly. Had he been wrong? Were he and Glynda seen leaving the teacher's dorm together earlier? Did they have even less time than he'd thought? But before he could spiral too quickly, his eyes happened to glance towards a pair of very guilty teammates doing their best to sink into their chairs.
'Oh yeah,' Jaune sighed, rubbing his face. Pyrrha did mention that she'd let the rest of their team know about what was going on before she'd left for Glynda's apartment. And it looked like they hadn't been able to keep the news to themselves.
"Okay," Jaune put on his best disapproving tone as he narrowed his gaze at the pair, "who told?" As if he had to ask.
"I'm sorry!" Nora couldn't take it, breaking instantly. "It just slipped out. Please don't ground me!"
Ground her? Jaune took a moment, trying to understand what that would mean for a seventeen-year-old girl. Thankfully, Ruby's interruption grabbed the young man's attention before his brain could start pounding in earnest.
"So, is it true?" The smallest girl begged, her silver eyes wide with an emotion that Jaune couldn't make sense of. "Did you really get married again yesterday?"
Jaune broke eye contact, shifting awkwardly. He considered lying for a few seconds before remembering that there wouldn't be much of a point. If they didn't hear about it today, they were going to figure it out tomorrow. Maybe he could use breakfast as a trial run to show how the rest of the school was going to react?
"Fine," the blond threw up his hands, "yes. Pyrrha was telling the truth. Are you all happy?"
Yang was. Just when Jaune thought her grin couldn't get any bigger, the busty boxer all but split her face in two at the revelation. Everyone else was a little bit more shocked than happy, with Weiss at the complete other end of the spectrum, sputtering in whatever indignation she thought she was entitled to.
"Surely that's not legal." the petite girl frowned, staring over at him like scum had accidentally wandered into view. Jaune decided that was a good time to grab his seat next to Ruby, crashing down once his legs gave out. Pyrrha was much more graceful as she slid between him and Nora, placing a supportive hand on his thigh underneath the table.
"I thought the same thing," Jaune admitted, running a hand through his hair. "But it turns out Vale has some…interesting laws not a lot of people know about."
"What possible reason would Vale have to make a law permitting a man to have two wives?" Weiss didn't release her skepticism. And too tired to put up with her attitude, Jaune's answer was a little more curt than intended.
"The same one that lets me marry five if I wanted to." He realized his mistake a second later, wincing at the sudden silence that swallowed the table. It did manage to shut Weiss up, but he hadn't meant to let that information out. And now everyone was looking at him like he was a creep.
"I-I'm not going to!" Jaune held his hands up, scrambling to defend himself. "I mean, I'm not planning on it. But technically, Huntsmen get special privileges. And one of them allows him to take on more than one wife if he wants. We had to figure that out if we wanted to get married. I promise, I didn't know about this beforehand!"
Glynda had, but that didn't feel relevant at the moment.
"Likely story," Yang was the first to snap out of it, deciding that this situation was more funny than concerning. Leaning forward, she put on a critical expression as she jabbed a finger in his direction. "But I'm starting to wonder if this hasn't been your plan all along? Tell me, do I have to be worried about your intentions being so friendly with my baby sister?"
"Yang!" Ruby answered, barking her sister's name. Slumping in her chair, her face erupted with color as she continued, "Jaune wouldn't do that! H-He isn't like that!" Only to falter after another moment, pausing. Suddenly Jaune found her nervous gaze peeking in his direction, her conviction for him as solid as a sandcastle as she suddenly thought to ask, "...right?"
Jaune didn't dignify her question with an answer, meeting her words with his flattest stare. Ruby's cheeks immediately awoke with another surge of embarrassment as she turned to regard her lap where her fingers had started pulling at the bottom of her shirt. "Sorry," she meeped.
But if Jaune thought Yang was going to leave it there, then he clearly didn't know her very well. "Okay, okay," the blonde crossed her arms, nodding, "so maybe Ruby's not your type. It makes me question your taste, but it also means I don't have to hunt you down like a Grimm, so at least you'll live longer. That still doesn't answer the question though."
"Yang," Jaune sighed. She continued as if he hadn't said a word.
"You know, I happen to remember you getting pretty chummy with Weiss-cream before initiation." Yang thrust her thumb at her sister's partner, "Don't tell me cold and crabby gets your engines going?"
Pulled into the conversation, both Jaune and Weiss glanced at each other, only for her eyes to turn into a glare. Unable to stop his embarrassment at getting called out, Jaune couldn't help the heat in his cheeks, which did nothing to help prove his innocence.
Before initiation meant before he'd unlocked his semblance, and before Pyrrha had put on his ring. But as far as the rest of their friends knew, he and Pyrrha had come to Beacon together, which made his sad attempt at flirtation with the white-haired angel suddenly much more incriminating than before.
'Huh, maybe this is why Weiss doesn't seem to like me very much,' Jaune realized far, far too late. From her perspective, he'd been a married man hitting on her in front of his wife.
Weiss' irritation doubled seeing his embarrassment, pushing her toward all the worst assumptions. "Well too bad!" she snapped, shutting him down before he could start denying anything. "Even if that was your aim, I have no intention of entertaining such an appalling union." Her expression only faltered long enough for her to glance in Pyrrha's direction. "No offense. But when I do get married, it will be to one man who I have no intention of sharing with anyone!"
Ever on her high horse, Jaune never expected anything different from the tiny heiress. She wouldn't be alone, either. People weren't going to support his lifestyle, and they were going to make sure he knew they didn't approve. But he hadn't been expecting it to hurt as much as it had. He and Weiss weren't friends exactly, but it would have been nice if she could have pretended to hide her feelings.
"I think it can be romantic," Blake broke in, seemingly disagreeing with Weiss for the sake of it. The support was surprising enough to pull Jaune's gaze toward the bookish brunette. She met his gaze without flinching, her strange, slitted yellow eyes peering into his before she broke the connection.
"And no," she continued before anyone, Yang, could start making insinuations, "that doesn't mean I'm interested." Her gaze swept pointedly across everyone at the table.
"What on Remnant are you talking about?" Weiss challenged. "What could possibly be romantic about a relationship where your husband is constantly cheating on you?" The fact that this was an argument at all left the white-haired girl seething. But somehow, Blake managed to meet the smaller girl's heat with cool calm, keeping her voice even as she answered.
"Calm down," she directed toward her teammate, which only seemed to accomplish the opposite. The normally quiet girl didn't pay attention to how bright Weiss' cheeks were starting to burn. "I'm not saying that you're wrong or that Jaune's right. I'm just trying to argue that Jaune's type of relationship doesn't have to be as sorted as everyone is making it out to be. Being with multiple partners requires a lot of trust and intimate knowledge about your spouses. Arguably, more than most monogamous relationships. That kind of open communication is rare, and I want to applaud Jaune for being emotionally mature enough to participate in that kind of situation."
That was all speculation, of course. Blake had no way of knowing how Jaune was as a husband. But while everyone else had been watching and judging him, she'd been more curious about how Pyrrha was handling sharing her husband. And at the very least, she didn't look like a woman who was worried about another woman entering her marriage. If anything, something about her looked like it was glowing since the last time she'd seen the redheaded amazon.
Maybe she was hiding it well, but Blake chose to believe that the three of them had found an equilibrium necessary to make their relationship work. And as long as all three of them were happy together, who's right was it to tell them what they should and shouldn't do?
Certainly not Weiss'.
Of course, Jaune wasn't nearly as emotionally mature as Blake seemed to think. And rather than be comforted by Blake's words, he found himself feeling unexpectedly guilty. He hoped that he was being considerate of his wives' feelings, but it was his semblance that was doing most of the work. Without Pyrrha and Glynda being compelled to tolerate each other at his side, the other morning would have gone a lot differently. And he would have had no one to blame but himself for lying when he'd been too cowardly to tell Pyrrha the truth.
The pale skinned girl didn't appreciate the not so hidden reprimand, crossing her arms as her face lifted in affront. "You know, you seem especially knowledgeable about this topic." Her cool blue eyes narrowed over her nose. "Suspiciously so."
Blake did an admirable job of maintaining her mask of academic calm. But her eyes gave her away when they flicked to the side at the same time she answered, "It's…come up a few times in some of my books."
Wiess didn't hesitate to jump on her. "I knew it!" she cried, slapping an open palm on the table. "It's bad enough that you read that harem smut. But I would appreciate it if you didn't bring it up in conversation. Especially while we're eating and in public."
Blake answered like Weiss had insulted her baby, holding her book against her chest to protect it from the scathing words. "It isn't smut!" she hissed, eyes narrowed. And after a pause, her face took on a more curious expression as she calmly added, "and Jaune's situation isn't technically a harem. That defines a collection of mistresses separate from the wife of a household. And so far, Jaune has married both of the women he's gotten involved with."
"Polyamory, then?" Yang asked, curious despite her teasing.
Blake shook her head. "I think that doesn't fit either. Not unless the wives are involved with each other as well."
Glancing to the side, Jaune was the only one who caught Pyrrha's sudden flush as she avoided looking in any particular direction, smiling nervously. He could see her remembering how they had spent the first day of their weekend. Unfortunately, his attention drew others, specifically Yang's eager stare. And seeing the redhead's embarrassment, her purple eyes flashed with newly discovered ammunition.
Ren spoke up, cutting her off before she could start digging any deeper into the young woman's reaction. "The technical term you're looking for is Polygamy. When a man takes more than one wife." It was a mistake. One that Jaune was thankful for after watching the other blonde's attention snap toward the pink-eyed boy like a shark smelling a fresher trail of blood in the water.
"It's so interesting how you know that!" Yang grinned, eyes dancing. "Don't tell me someone else is thinking about starting his own collection of beautiful women to defile?"
Before Ren could so much as open his mouth to deny such claims, Nora beat him to it, laughing pointedly at the other girl's audacious claim. Locking eyes with Yang the entire time, the blonde showed a surprising capacity for self-preservation when she was the first to look away, knowing better than to challenge the crazy redhead when it came to her childhood friend.
Nora finally relented, smug in her victory. "Sorry ladies, but Rennie is a one woman kind of guy and he has very particular tastes. So, I wouldn't get your hopes up!"
"And what kind of tastes would those be," Pyrrha teased, smiling at her childish teammate. But Nora didn't see the trap for what it was and answered energetically.
"Oh, you know, adorable, energetic, red haired, and not to mention stacked," she nodded with each quality, impossibly oblivious to the picture she was painting. But she must have gotten a clue when all her friends started glancing at each other, just to make sure they weren't the only ones putting the pieces of this simple puzzle together.
"N-Not me, of course!" Nora laughed again. But it sounded stiff and somehow even more forced this time. "No way. Because that would be crazy! We're not together, together. But…I guess someone like me, then? At least a little. But I'm a pretty rare gal, and it's not every day that Ren runs into a lady as wonderful as myself. No sir!"
The table watched the busty redhead think for a moment, losing her confidence in exchange for slowly building excitement. "Although…" Nora seemed to reconsider, "if we did meet someone like that, I'd bet they would be pretty fun to hang out with. And doesn't that mean finding more than one would be even better?"
The light in her eyes flashed as she suddenly latched onto her partner's arm, shaking him back and forth as she enthused, "Just think about it, Rennie! You, me, and five beautiful redheaded wives eating pancakes for every meal and riding Grimm into the sunset. Every day, every night, constant companionship. You'd never have to worry about being alone ever again. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
But Ren did not think that sounded wonderful. And in a rarely expressive moment, the young Mistralian boy looked at Nora with the same pale skin and wide-eyed terror he might have shown if she'd just earnestly suggested that they bomb an orphanage right after brunch.
He recovered quickly, of course, and managed to school his tone before slowly replying, "No, I…you had it right the first time. I'm a one woman kind of guy. I doubt I could handle anything more."
Strangely enough, Nora didn't appear all that disappointed that her newest dream had died prematurely. Neither did she release her partner's arm, keeping his limb snuggly trapped against her impressive chest as she leaned into his side. "If you say so…" she sighed happily.
How must it feel to be outsmarted by Nora, of all people? Not that she wasn't smart, but she hid it better than most. At the other end of the two tables, Yang watched the display with quiet appreciation for the sneaky tactics, offering the redhead a small nod of respect. But the topic had fallen off track and there was still one more question she wanted answered. If only to watch the other blond become flustered, like she so enjoyed.
"Well, that's everyone else eliminated," Yang arrested the conversation, forcing Jaune's attention back in her direction. When blue eyes met purple, she gave her eyebrows an enticing dance as she dared, "Jaune, don't tell me that I'm the one you've been after this whole time?"
Jaune threw up his hands, reaching his limit for the blonde's antics. "I'm not after anyone!" he exclaimed, "you're the one who brought this up in the first place, Yang. Did any of you consider that two wives before I'm twenty was enough?"
It didn't help that Glynda and Pyrrha had already hinted about the topic, like they wanted to see him use his semblance again. But he wasn't in any kind of rush, especially after being shown what it took to satisfy two women. Much less five.
Yang ignored him completely, delighted by his outburst. "Fine, fine," she held up her hands, sighing heavily. "You wore me down. If you're gonna be that insistent, I suppose one date couldn't hurt." Suddenly her gaze snapped to Pyrrha, becoming mockingly serious as she asked, "so what's the procedure here? Do I need to ask your permission first, or…?"
Pyrrha didn't flinch at the blonde's teasing and answered honestly, "you don't, but I appreciate the consideration. Jaune is free to date other women as much as he likes. But if things start to get serious, I think we'd like to spend some time with you before anything was decided."
Her earnestness caught Yang off guard, her mouth opening without sound. The blonde was quiet long enough for Ruby to interject, "Geez, Yang. This is getting pushy even for you. Are you sure you're not the one who's interested?"
It was Ruby's turn to grin, taking advantage of one of the rare opportunities to get back at her sister for what she'd said earlier. But trying to shame Yang Xiao-Long was a fool's game and the blonde ruined her sister's fun with a shrug. "I mean, at least a little, yeah," she admitted.
Everyone put down their forks at that, turning to stare at the blonde with appropriate shock and surprise—Jaune especially. And Yang still refused to be embarrassed, meeting Jaune's stare with another wide grin. "Relax, I'm not saying I want Dad to walk me down the aisle any time soon, but that doesn't mean I'm not a little curious about what all the hype is about." Her eyes swept around the table to address the rest of her team, "I mean, if he was able to get two women to marry him, there must be some secret that I'm not seeing."
Suddenly, all the crazy looks she'd been getting weren't so dramatic. Instead, the table's attention swerved toward Jaune, regarding him with similar suspicion.
Sweating on the inside, Jaune fought to keep his expression neutral. The last thing he wanted was for his friends to think he had any secrets worth looking into. Which meant it was time to change the subject. "Sorry Yang," he drawled, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing him react, "but did you ever stop to think that I'm the one not interested in you?"
Yang hadn't. And she didn't bother hiding her scoff as she gaped at the words. "Excuse me?" she laughed without humor. "I'll have you know back at Signal boys literally fought each other to get my attention." She'd hated it and it had only made those same guys look and sound like immature apes, but the fact remained.
Jaune felt his spirits lift as he shrugged the information away as if he should be impressed. "Honestly, Yang? With all that blonde hair and how much you enjoy making fun of me, you kind of remind me of some of my sister's back home." And as if that wasn't humiliating enough, he leaned forward as he added, "mostly the younger ones." And seeing the affront in her face, Jaune relaxed into his chair, confident he'd done enough to ruin any kind of crush.
Everyone else was visibly delighted to see Yang's ego getting taken down a peg. For Ruby, this was especially true, as her hand found his arm and squeezed with excitement that matched her wide smile. Weiss decided to taunt the blonde further, adding, "sister-zoned out of the gate. It doesn't get much worse than that, Yang."
With her ego thoroughly bruised, Yang made a show of brushing Jaune's rejection aside and waving everyone else's laughter away. "Please, like anyone could resist all of this." Her hands gestured toward herself. "It's alright. Don't be shy. You can admit that I'm just too much woman for you to handle." And from the way she was featuring her body, it was clear that she was referencing one part of her anatomy specifically.
It was meant to get a snort or maybe a roll of Jaune's eyes so they could all laugh and move on. What Yang hadn't been expecting was the amusement Jaune seemed to find in her statement, sitting up straight to stare her down. "Yang, I want you to think about who I just married and tell me again how you would be too much for me. I refuse to believe you're cocky enough to think you're more intimidating than Glynda Goodwitch."
Jaune laughed to himself, not noticing how quiet the table suddenly became. Glynda was great, but there was no denying she could be seriously scary when she wanted to be. Which was often, in the case of keeping her rambunctious students in line. Still grinning to himself, he took a starving bite from his pilfered bacon before he looked up to see his friends were still staring at him.
"G-Glynda?" Yang stammered, discarding any sense of composure as she stared at Jaune with an open jaw.
Weiss had to finish for her, just as incensed by the news, "Goodwitch?!"
Stuck staring between the two young women, Pyrrha had to answer for him, placing a delicate hand on his biceps as she leaned forward to meet their shocked stares. "Glynda Arc, as of this morning. The courthouse clerk promised that the paperwork should be filed with the city's records sometime this afternoon."
If anything, her contribution shocked their friends even more, prompting another long bout of silence as they fought to discover any response that was appropriate after finding out that one of your friends had gotten married to one of your teachers. And in the end, Blake was the one to take that first step, unintentionally blurting in hushed excitement, "a teacher and her student…forbidden love!"
She hadn't meant to say anything. And when Jaune turned toward her, his panic skyrocketed when he saw the normally stoic and quiet girl blushing down to her collar, staring at him like he was one of her beloved protagonists come to life.
"You said you already told them!" Jaune jerked toward his wife, his eyes wide at the mess he'd stepped in.
Pyrrha had the decency to wince before she clarified, "I told you that I let Ren and Nora know I was meeting your new wife before I left for her apartment yesterday morning. But I never actually mentioned who that was." Which meant they hadn't known he'd married Glynda before he had opened his big fat mouth. And that also meant team RWBY couldn't have known. But they all knew now, and as Jaune swept his gaze across all their wide expressions, he felt the weight of a stone settle in his stomach.
With nowhere to run, he escaped into his palms, dropping his drawn face into his palms. Pyrrha didn't hesitate to console him, rubbing a hand along his back while he groaned. "There, there," she soothed patiently. "They would have found out tomorrow anyway. It's probably better that they heard it from you first."
"You're seriously married to Ms. G?" Yang repeated, albeit with a few more words this time.
Resigning himself to his fate, Jaune allowed himself one more sigh before lifting his face to answer. "Mrs. A, technically. But, yes."
"How!" Weiss immediately demanded, as if personally insulted that he had associated with someone that she held in such high regard. "When? And why would she want to marry someone like you?!"
Jaune forced himself not to feel insulted by the questions. He had to remember that Weiss had every reason to feel confused. To the outside world, Glynda Goodwitch had married a seventeen-year-old student. They were going to wonder what she saw in him.
Jaune decided to answer the petite girl's question with his own. "How does anyone get married?" And when her glare didn't relent, he continued, "Look, I know this might seem fast, but Glynda noticed me and Pyrrha training so early every morning and started dropping by to give us a few tips. After about a week of that, she'd started hanging out for a little longer afterward, and it turned out that me and Pyrrha really enjoyed her company. After that, one thing led to another, and when I asked her to marry me, she said yes."
It wasn't the best excuse. Terrible, in fact. But with it being little more than two weeks since Beacon started, he wouldn't have had much time to get to know Glynda no matter what story they came up with. His teacher had assured him that making them out to seem irresponsible and rash was far more believable than trying to rationalize their relationship by other people's standards. And his and Pyrrha's morning training was the only consistent time they could have seen each other away from prying eyes.
"And as for when…I mean, this morning?" Jaune's head tilted like Weiss was the one being unreasonable in this situation. "But we already established that. Not really sure why you're asking me again."
"Because this is absurd!" Weiss erupted, face turning red. "No, no. I refused to believe your word on this. Ms. Goodwitch is an accomplished huntress. Disciplined. Refined. She's an example for aspiring young women everywhere!"
'Yeah, and she can probably suck the paint off a bullhead,' Jaune internally corrected. Not that she wasn't all those other things, but Weiss seemed to be forgetting that she was also a woman. A woman who had been very lonely, likely because of everyone thinking of her just like Weiss. But she had needs and flaws, one of which happened to include riding him until he thought his dick might fall off.
Awkwardly, Jaune's comment hadn't been as internal as he'd thought, when a startled squeak at his side alerted him. Glancing over, Ruby had turned to stare at him with horrified eyes at the tidbit of information he'd accidentally leaked. And her blush was so deep and red, Jaune was worried she might pass out right in front of him.
His only solace was that it looked like the fifteen-year-old girl was the only one who heard him comment about their teacher's oral abilities. At least, she was the only one who could have heard it besides Pyrrha on his other side, and she'd been busy enjoying her breakfast.
Which was why Jaune was so confused at why Blake was staring at him like that when she was sitting almost as far away as Yang. And rather than offended, Jaune thought the dark-haired girl looked…excited? Flushed and biting her lip as her fingernails threatened the cover of her book. But no, there was no way she could have heard him. Not unless she had four ears or something.
Yeah, right.
"Look, Weiss," Jaune coughed, staunchly ignoring Ruby's newest trauma and pushing forward. Also, why was Blake giving him the thumbs-up? "I don't know what to tell you. Believe me or don't. You'll see for yourself tomorrow in class."
That finally shut the smaller girl up, who suddenly looked like her whole world had flipped on its head. Up was down. Red was blue. And Glynda Goodwitch was the type of wanton woman to seduce and marry one of her students. Jaune knew the feeling.
"And that's where you've been all weekend?" Yang pressed, desperate for details. "At her place? All day long? Alone? My oh my, I wonder what the two of you could have been up to all day. Getting a head start on the honeymoon, maybe? So, what's it like banging your teacher?"
Jaune answered Yang's ribbing with a glare. "Yes, Yang. That's where I was yesterday and Friday night. However, what we were doing is none of your business." Ruby's scoff at his side also went ignored. "If you want spicy details about students sleeping with your teacher, go read some of Blake's books. It certainly looks like she's had enough reference material."
The sound of a book snapping shut meant Blake had nothing to hide behind when the table turned to see her swirling cheeks. She was forced to keep her only defense tucked discreetly on her lap to avoid anyone catching the title. She'd known taking a book called Classroom Chemistry to brunch in public had been a risk, but how could she have guessed that the story would unfold before her very eyes?
"Yang, do try and use your brain for once," Weiss argued, wrinkling her nose at the thought of her teacher becoming physically involved with the string bean in front of her. "Pyrrha already admitted that she was with them all day. They could have hardly gotten up to anything scandalizing with his other wife hanging around."
"Not unless she joined in…" Yang challenged her small teammate, only to delight at the second blush she caught consuming Pyrrha's cheeks at the insinuation. This time, she wouldn't let the opportunity slip her by, immediately demanding, "Bitch! Details, now. Please?!"
Fidgeting and embarrassed, Pyrrha couldn't answer right away. She had to take a moment to collect herself, enough to sound firm as her face continued to glow in the late morning sun. "Jaune was right," she eventually offered. "What happens in our marriage bed is no one's business but our own."
Jaune nodded, proud of her for withstanding Yang's antics. Pyrrha was wonderful and kind, but she was also a people pleaser who dreaded the thought of disappointing anyone. But when he was busy getting another mouthful of breakfast, Yang hadn't given up. And after a few seconds of pitiful eyes and pouting lips, his wife's firm stance began to crumble.
"But…" Pyrrha hedged, "I guess I don't mind admitting that Glynda is a very beautiful woman, and I have no problem seeing her with Jaune when they want each other's company. And I know that she feels the same about me. We've even started to see each other as sisters of a kind, and we're both delighted seeing each other make Jaune happy."
Pyrrha smiled, hopeful that Yang was satisfied. But all her confession earned was a queer glance between the only two real sisters at the table. And considering their expressions, both Yang and Ruby appeared doubtful they would be half as comfortable watching each other get it on with any man, much less one they were forced to share.
Then again, considering their father, who's to say their mothers hadn't met a similar agreement somewhere down the line?
Unfortunately, Pyrrha had made the mistake of giving Yang an inch. And now that the blonde saw the other girl as the weak link, she wasn't going to stop until she'd stolen a mile.
"I bet she grades you," the blonde thumbed her chin, eyeing a now scandalized Pyrrha up and down.
"Yang!" Pyrrha chastised, silently begging her to stop. Maybe she should have been more vocal since her own name didn't stop the other woman for a second.
"I bet she uses that riding crop."
"Please!" Pyrrha gasped, holding her hand over her open mouth. "Yang, please stop talking. Oh my goodness."
"Unless you two are using it on her?" Yang's eyes grew wide with her gasp, "stop me when I get close, okay?"
Jaune was left to shake his head, sacrificing his wife to Yang's torment. It wasn't that he didn't understand his friends' fascination, but he thought they should consider that there were downsides to sleeping with your teacher.
Not that it wasn't incredibly erotic when he'd seen her get dressed in her more formal clothing that morning in her pencil skirt, glasses, and the tight bun at the back of her head. In fact, he'd made sure to comment about visiting her office a few times a week to play out a few enjoyable fantasies he'd enjoyed as a much younger man exploring the seedier aspects of his scroll. A concept that she'd been surprisingly receptive of. But sex and fun were only part of it.
None of them seemed to consider how awkward it was going to be for him to keep going to the school where his wife worked. How he still had to go to her classes and how she'd already paused in between moments of passion to ask him if he'd started on his homework.
No, Jaune's problem was that he was already feeling stressed when it was just his friends who knew, and this was only a fraction of the attention he could expect come Monday. Soon, the entire school would know about him and the dreaded schoolmistress, and he could only imagine what kind of comments and teasing he could expect going forward.
At least he was the man in this situation. Glynda was going to get it worse by far, yet she remained adamant about exposing their relationship. She was even addressing it this very moment at the weekly faculty meeting before any teachers could find out by rumor.
Jaune closed his eyes, wondering if his second wife was having half as much trouble with her colleagues. Tugging on his left forced him to turn and see Ruby looking at him, still a little embarrassed but not as horrified. Jaune felt his lips pinch into a line.
"Hey, um," he faltered. "Sorry about before. I didn't mean for you to hear-." But Ruby cut him off, holding her hand to his face.
It had happened; she would never forget it but was willing to pretend she had. As long as Jaune never brought it up ever again. "I just wanted to say sorry about Weiss, and I'm very sorry about Yang."
"Oh," Jaune blinked, surprised. "You don't have to do that." It wasn't like he held it against them or anything. Everyone was entitled to their opinions.
"Yes, I do," Ruby argued. "I'm their team leader, and they're being butts right now. And I want to say that I don't see anything wrong with loving more than one person." Still looking at him, her head tilted curiously as a smile tugged at her naturally pink lips. "I'm happy for you, Jaune. Even if you were supposed to be an awkward dork like me. You look happy."
"I…am happy," Jaune replied, realizing he meant it. Despite how radically his life had changed, despite the trouble going forward, he was happy. And if he had to go back to change things, he wasn't sure if he would be able to. "And don't worry. I am still every bit the awkward nerd that I was when we met. Getting married doesn't change that much, trust me."
He bumped his shoulder against hers, which earned an even wider smile from the young woman. Watching the relief in her gaze, it struck Jaune how little time he'd spent with his first friend outside of classes and meals. He'd gotten a little sidetracked by Pyrrha and his semblance, but that didn't mean he shouldn't still make time for friends.
An idea struck Jaune just before Ruby was about to turn back and finish her breakfast. "You know, I don't have anything planned for the rest of the day." Ruby's eyebrows rose curiously. "If I remember right, you mentioned smuggling some games and a console in your luggage? What would you say if I dropped by your dorm and we spent the afternoon playing a little together?"
If he hadn't felt guilty before, seeing Ruby's blinding smile all but sealed the deal. "Really?" she exclaimed. Looks like the rest of her team weren't as interested in that type of activity, and she'd been desperate for someone to join her. The younger girl's excitement faltered when her gaze flickered to his right. "Um, but what about Pyrrha?"
"She can come too if she wants," Jaune shrugged. "But between you and me, I don't think she's spent much time playing those kinds of games. She might just want to watch us play, or we can work together to help her catch up."
And as simply as that, Ruby's smile was back, as if she'd been worried that he would cancel if his wife didn't let him. But even if Pyrrha wasn't interested, Jaune didn't see any problem spending a few hours apart. Just because they were married, that didn't mean they were joined at the hip. And he distinctly remembered his father and mother enjoying separate hobbies despite their obvious love for one another.
"Okay!" Ruby's enthusiasm returned as she nodded energetically. "Pyrrha's really nice, and I know the perfect game if she wants to join in. Oh, and what do you think about ordering a pizza for lunch? It takes forever to make it all the way from Vale, but they do deliver to Beacon. And this way, we won't have to stop to get food."
"Pizza sounds awesome," Jaune agreed. All of it did. Video games and junk food all day? Yes, please. After spending so much time worried about marriage and fatherhood, getting to be a teenager again for a few hours was just what he needed.
Both teenagers turned back to their food a little lighter for the exchange. A chance to play and let loose was nice, but it was Ruby's acceptance that lingered the longest in Jaune's thoughts and helped lift his worries about the coming day. Yeah, there were going to be people who made a big deal about this, like Yang, and there were people who might disapprove, like Weiss, but there would also be people like Ruby. And they were the ones he needed to focus on. And while there might not be as many, they were twice as important.
Silently, he prayed that Glynda had someone that was half as supportive for whatever she was going through.
"So, paint off a bullhead, huh?" suddenly sounded to his left. And when he looked, he found Ruby grinning teasingly despite the blush on her cheeks.
Jaune let his fork fall as he pushed his plate to the side. Never mind, he had no friends.
XxX
Glynda's eyes glanced down at her watch for the third time in as many minutes as she flew through the hallway, racing toward the teacher's offices. She wasn't used to being late, but those damned clerks had wasted even more of her time than she'd allotted for their incompetence. Which could have still been forgiven if their shortcomings hadn't impacted her punctuality. The only thing that had kept her temper in check had been the inevitable satisfaction of when everything was finished, and she could officially call herself Glynda Arc.
Walking with both arms clutching her clipboard to her chest, the older woman's eyes were drawn toward the ring glittering proudly on her left ring finger. The sight of its bright gold contrasting with the dark gem never failed to send a thrill through her chest, summoning her softest smile.
Jaune's semblance was a gift that she treasured, and the weekend of sex had been much needed, but there was something about paperwork and writing her new name on those legal documents that had cemented her new reality. She was married. Finally, she had the husband she longed for after many years. And with any luck, her baby would swiftly follow. Jaune certainly seemed eager enough to donate toward the cause, twice on their wedding night and at least five more times the next day. And yet, he still would have mounted her again that morning if she had let him. And oh, how tempted she had been.
Returning to her formal attire, she worried he might revert to the student-teacher mindset. But she shouldn't have been afraid. He was a teenage boy, and, if anything, he'd seemed more eager to strip her down and have "Ms. Goodwitch" on her knees with her face in his lap.
She did not share the same fantasy of sleeping with her students, but she did enjoy the way his eyes had tracked her enough to play the part. He'd promised her an office visit during the week, and she fully intended to take him up on that, letting the young man bend her over her desk until they were both satisfied.
It might sound unprofessional, but it was likely their only chance to enjoy each other until the weekends and Glynda refused to go five days without feeling her husband spend himself inside her. That was just one of the many rights she had acquired as his wife, and she wouldn't let him slack off on his husbandly duties. Not until her middle was swollen and heavy with their child…and perhaps not even then.
Feeling her panties start to absorb the newfound arousal leaking from her core, Glynda was forced to shake those thoughts from her head. As much as she would have loved more time to themselves, it wasn't practical to enjoy their honeymoon a few weeks into the school year. She would have to ensure they had a month alone as soon as summer started. But for now, she still had responsibilities, which meant being able to focus on her work without leaking onto her office chair.
For the next few hours, at least. With the Vytal Festival right around the corner, she understood the necessity of these added meetings, but it was still technically her weekend. A few hours of work now and she would be free to return to bed with her two students. And then she could see exactly how much of her work clothes Jaune bothered to remove before he had his way with her.
Despite the perversion of her thoughts, Glynda's face never betrayed her. So when the meeting room came into view, and she opened the door to a collection of Beacon faculty, no one could have guessed that she'd been thinking very, very indecent things, appearing as the picture of professionalism. However, a moment before she'd opened the door, muted conversation had echoed from within. Conversation that screeched to a halt as soon as she appeared.
Glynda didn't panic where so many others might have. Scanning the room with a slow pan, she caught the many curious eyes thrown in her direction. Much more curious than she was used to. Few people paid her much attention outside of her responsibilities as deputy headmistress, and yet it felt like every gaze in the room had trained on her as soon as she opened the door. Her pause lasted little more than a second before she continued deeper into the room, ignoring her colleagues entirely.
"I apologize for being late," she breezed around the large table set in the center of the room. "I had some legal matters to take care of in the city."
Ozpin sat at the end of the room, his back lit by the wall-to-ceiling window, allowing rays of sunlight into the stuffy box of a room. Watching her approach, he was the only one who didn't appear to be acting strangely, disinterested in whatever the rest of the room had been so absorbed in before her entry. Sipping his mug, he greeted Glynda with a polite nod. "Please, Glynda. You're still five minutes early. We were all getting settled when you arrived. If you don't mind handing out the itinerary for the morning, we can begin."
Five minutes early was still fifteen minutes late in her book, but she didn't bother arguing. Collecting the stack of papers near Ozpin, she placed each copy in front of the ten teachers responsible for Beacon's students. The page itself was a simple bulletin listing matters that needed to be discussed. A quick glance as she worked showed that this included zoning permits for the different stalls that applied to be set up during the festival, dust allocation, the budget for the stadium as soon as it arrived, and addressing the adjusted tax rate the Valen Council had proposed over a month ago.
Riveting material, but alas necessary.
Ozpin read these out as Glynda worked. Some of the teachers used him as an excuse to avoid her stare, while others openly eyed her. Bartholomew was one of the former. Normally verbose and energetic, he sat unusually still as she passed, eyes pointed in his lap. While Peter was the opposite, staring deeply into her unaffected gaze as she passed, sweat visibly dripping down his rounded cheeks.
"Glynda," The rotund man greeted when she laid his paper in front of him, his tone and posture stiff.
Glynda responded in kind, offering no reaction as she answered, "Peter." But if Glynda was composed, Peter Port crumbled like a certain brunette's cookies under too much milk.
"How is your weekend so far!" he blurted when she was above to move on. Pulled back into the conversation, the older woman raised one delicate eyebrow.
"My weekend has been quite well. Thank you for asking." And again she tried to move on.
"You didn't happen to notice…anything strange happening?" The man's bushy eyebrows twitched.
"I can't say that I did, no." Glynda refused to look away, daring him to say whatever he had to say. Unfortunately, Port always did have more bravery than sense.
"Not even, say, a pack of starving otters invading your home sometime last morning…and most of the evening?" The bead of sweat slipped free into the carpet as his fingers interlaced over his straining gut, thumbs twiddling.
Glynda allowed her features to rise, forcing her to stare over the sharp angle of her cheekbones. "That certainly sounds like something I would catch my attention…"
"It does, doesn't it?" the teacher agreed, nodding vigorously. "That is…a few of the other teachers were staying over the weekend and couldn't help but detect strange sounds coming from…-." The man's awkward ramblings were cut short unexpectedly. The sharp edge of Glynda's stare forced the grown man to look away, his eyes inevitably landing on the same ring Glynda had been so proudly admiring on her walk over. His entire demeanor shifted as he sat straighter, staring at the jewelry like a Grimm had snuck onto campus.
"I'm sorry, my dear," he chuffed a forced laugh, "but what is that around your finger?" And brought to attention, it wasn't long before everyone else was looking at the wedding band.
"A ring," Glynda answered simply, with no further embellishment.
"And a lovely one at that!" Peter agreed. "However, I fear you may have it on the wrong finger. You see, people might start to think you've gotten engaged." Port continued laughing as if waiting for the famously serious teacher to join in. And when she didn't, all humor bled from his face like an open wound.
Glynda waited for the older man to fall silent before accepting her fate. Closing her eyes, she suffered a long breath before turning to address the newly curious onlooks. "Thank you, Peter. I had intended to wait until after this meeting to address personal matters, but it's becoming clear that it would provide less of a disruption to discuss the issue right away."
She now firmly held everyone's attention, allowing her to admit, "As of this morning, I have become Mrs. Arc, and I would appreciate it if you would all begin to refer to me as such for any personal or professional matters."
Whatever the faculty had been expecting, that hadn't been it. The appropriate thing to do would have been some light applause and maybe a few words of congratulations. But as far as any of them knew, she hadn't even been seeing anyone. Not that Glynda was known for handing out personal information. The only ones who might have known and talked to Glynda on a regular enough basis were Peter and Bart, and both men looked as surprised as the rest of them.
Lost in their confusion, the room of teachers accidentally let the silence stretch long enough that Ozpin was the only one to comment, lifting his mug in Glynda's direction. "Mazel tov," he spoke in an ancient, forgotten language. But his celebration was clear. "It never fails to warm my heart hearing about those people I care about finding love."
Regrettably, not everyone was so ready to accept the news, and Peter immediately stood up once the news sunk in. "I knew it!" he cried, holding a finger to the heavens. "Friends, colleagues! This is not Glynda at all. Oh no, but a replicant here to take her place!" Suddenly, he rounded on the impassive woman, thrusting his swollen digit in her face. "Back, foul beast, and return the dear friend you've stolen!" But by now, everyone was used to the gentleman's nonsensical outbursts, and his complaints went ignored.
"Arc…" Oobleck spoke up, a contemplative frown wrinkling the skin around his mouth. "I believe we have a first year by that name, don't we? I recall a young man in one of my later classes…"
"Yes, my husband," Glynda admitted without a shred of guilt or shame. "His first name is Jaune, and he sits in on your fifth period."
That earned another long pause while the teachers glanced at each other before another professor responsible for most of the third and fourth years spoke up. "Are…you saying you're married to a first-year student?"
Port interrupted before Glynda could confirm anything, his motions and gestures becoming increasingly dramatic with each accusation. "She's an infiltrator! A spy. A saboteur. You fools. See the signs before it's too late!"
No one so much as glanced in his direction.
"That's correct," Glynda admitted.
"And he's one of your students," the same professor confirmed.
"He is," she didn't look away. "Fourth period."
Another long beat of silence persisted before the brave man looked around the table, lingering on Ozpin the longest. "And that isn't against the rules?" But if he expected the headmaster to know the rules of the school he was in charge of, he clearly hadn't been employed under Ozpin for long.
"Not directly," Glynda was the one who answered, much to many of the teachers' discomfort. "I checked, and the faculty bylaws are available for anyone else to do so. There are some restrictions on behavior that are meant to curb the temptation of preferential treatment in exchange for sexual favors. But there are no rules that outright prohibit marriage between student and faculty."
That…couldn't be right, could it? But then, if anyone would have known the rules that well, it would have been Glynda. Certainly, no one else was confident enough to stand up and challenge her. Especially not when the blonde woman was all but inviting them to try.
"That said," Glynda intoned, "I understand if anyone feels uncomfortable with this arrangement, and I welcome you to come speak to me about any worries you feel need to be addressed."
The words themselves weren't very intimidating. But coming from her face with her tone, every teacher in attendance immediately recognized that no one would take her up on that offer. It wasn't so much the fear of what Glynda would do but the unease of being made to look her in the eye when they did so.
Normally, if any of the faculty were caught acting inappropriately, Glynda was the one who dealt with them. So, who was supposed to correct Glynda when she was the one edging that line? The headmaster, ideally. Unfortunately, looking over at the bespeckled coffee addict, he hadn't so much as reacted to the news. And if the headmaster didn't care, who were they to say what should and shouldn't be allowed?
"Congratulations?" one teacher offered, sounding more like a question than anything close to genuine. But it was the spark that decided everyone else's tone as they joined in until a short wave of well-wishes washed over the newlywed bride.
Glynda bore it all with the same reservation she'd used to face their suspicion, offering a simple nod. "Thank you. I'm very happy." And strangely enough, they believed her despite her words failing to reach her face. As one, they couldn't help but wonder what kind of boy would be brave enough to not just become involved with such a woman but marry her too.
Naturally, the pleasant moment only lasted as long as it took for Port to fill his lungs with another breath.
"Mind control!" he decried, his voice quivering like he was announcing the death of a dear, dear friend. And since none of the teachers would see reason, he had no choice but to turn toward Ozpin for help. "Surely you understand, old boy. It's the only explanation. Our wonderful friend Glynda would never do something as reckless as to consider a dalliance with one of her students. Clearly, something is very wrong with this situation! Quickly, ask her a question only she would know and prove it!"
Staring into his half-empty mug, Ozpin looked like he was actually pondering Port's request. "Very well," he nodded and regarded Glynda with a critical stare. "Glynda…what is my bank account number?"
Papers handed out, she swiftly returned to his side and began to recite a string of twelve numbers off the top of her head without so much as a glance toward her clipboard. Port watched the entire display, eyebrows raised enough that the surprisingly handsome shape of his eyes was visible beneath the bushy clouds of gray. After she finished, his attention immediately jerked back to Ozpin, only to see the man drinking his coffee like normal.
"Well?!" He was forced to demand, "Was she correct?"
But Ozpin appeared surprised by the question, blinking rapidly with a shrug on his shoulders. "Oh, I have no idea. Glynda keeps track of all my personal information."
It was more than even the famed Peter Port could take as he slumped in defeat. There were no further outbursts as he sadly made his way back to his seat, dropping into its cushion with an ominous creak. He had just enough grace to spare his friend a glance and offer a weak, "congratulations. Your Jaune is a…lucky man." Glynda chose to ignore his wince.
"Wonderful," Ozpin clapped his hands, sitting a little straighter. "Now that that's settled, are there any more personal matters that need to be addressed before we begin?"
Oobleck's hand immediately shot up. "I'd like to formally request to move to another apartment." His tone was much slower than his coworkers were used to, forcing them to notice how the green-haired man looked and sounded far more exhausted than usual.
"Granted," Glynda spoke up before Ozpin, making a note on her tablet and resolving the matter. Oobleck's shoulders visibly relaxed.
The headmaster nodded with a gesture of his hand. "Anything else?"
Glynda's voice spoke up this time, hesitant for the first time since she'd entered the meeting. "I'd like to…formally request maternity leave for the first half of our next school year. I should be able to finish this year, although that may be subject to change depending on how my timetable develops. At the very least, I can promise to see the festival to its end."
"Granted," Ozpin mirrored her, raising his cane. "And with the best of luck. Children are a blessing. Man and woman never understand true happiness until they look down into a face that mirrors their own, mixed with the one they love most."
Glynda's eyebrows raised like she hadn't expected him to agree so suddenly. "That does mean I likely won't be able to continue my duties as deputy headmistress for the first six months of the new year." And that was only if she caught a child immediately. Depending on how long it took her and Jaune to conceive, she may need to skip the year entirely until the child was weaned and preferably sleeping through the night.
"I had assumed," Ozpin acknowledged, still smiling pleasantly. "I think anyone can understand that you would want to enjoy the first few months bonding with your child."
Glynda's eyes took on a dry quality. "Which means you'll have to start doing your own work for a change. Including all the necessary preparation for a new school year during the summer."
Any pleasantness on Ozpin's face vanished as the headmaster suddenly stood before his staff, slamming his cane into the carpeted floor with an iron grip. "This marriage is a stain on Beacon Academy's good name, and I will not let this offense stand!"
A/N: I enjoy writing Ozpin as the insane, ageless being that he is. The human mind isn't made to live as long as he's existed without some consequences. And in my mind, that means he doesn't give a fuck about anything that doesn't directly involve Salem. Time is an illusion, and the faces in front of him are liable to vanish and be replaced every time he blinks.
And of course, I had to make Port be the only one who guessed what was going on. But no one believes him because he's Port. But I digress.
Hopefully, this all felt in character and believable enough. Yang thinks this whole thing is hilarious, Weiss thinks it's disgusting, Blake needs a cold shower, and Ruby is the supportive ball of sunshine she always is. I'm very curious to see how this chapter affected everyone's thoughts on who the RWBY wife will be.
Next chapter will be out in two weeks and will focus on the rest of the school's reaction.