The Arc Clan
A RWBY Fic by AndrewJTalon
DISCLAIMER: This is a fan based work of prose. RWBY is the property of Rooster Teeth and ViZ. Please support the official release.
Jaune's aunt Morgana pays a visit... Unfortunately.
On the roof of their dorm, Pyrrha and Jaune were engaged in a training session. The sun set, painting the sky in hues of purple and orange. The first stars began to twinkle above them, casting a peaceful, almost romantic ambiance over the scene. Jaune managed a skillful move, catching Pyrrha's blade and knocking it aside while sliding into her guard. With his sword at her throat, both were panting from the effort, but Pyrrha's face was lit with a smile.
"Wonderful, Jaune! Much, much better!" she exclaimed.
Jaune lowered his weapons, his own smile breaking through.
"All thanks to you, Pyr. Am I actually getting better?"
"Much! You know how many people could actually get their blade on me?" Pyrrha responded.
"We are just training—" Jaune began, but Pyrrha cut him off, her hand gently resting on his chestplate.
"Jaune... You're really doing well. Please, take the compliment."
Flushing, Jaune nodded.
"Pyr... Thank you. Thank you for everything."
They stood there in silence, just enjoying the moment as the setting sun backlit them. For a moment, Jaune almost imagined a loving look in Pyrrha's eyes. Which of course was ridiculous. She was just his friend. His dearest friend… A super attractive woman who was touching him… Staring into his eyes…
Suddenly, a voice broke the tranquility.
"KISSSSSSS!"
Both Jaune and Pyrrha jumped back in surprise, looking around to find the source of the interruption.
"Who was—?!" Pyrrha looked around, while Jaune groaned.
"Oh no..."
A beautiful woman, blonde with a veil over her face, dressed in black, floated down onto the roof. She huffed in mock annoyance.
"Is that any way to greet your great-great Auntie, Jaune?"
"Hello, Aunt Morgan," Jaune said wearily.
Pyrrha flushed.
"O-Oh? Um... Hello, ma'am?"
Jaune gestured to Pyrrha.
"This is-"
Morgan snorted.
"Of course I know who she is! Pyrrha Nikos!" She beamed at them both, "And you two could make some amazing babies together!"
Pyrrha turned bright red, stuttering rapidly, while Jaune scolded her.
"AUNTIE! You do this every time! Stop it! You're weirding out my friend!"
Morgan continued unabated, "Well it's not MY fault that your bloodline would allow your progeny to become immensely powerful and let me reclaim the throne of Albion and rule the world! Of course, I could always use a Black Knight!"
She beamed as she hugged Jaune.
"What do you say, Nephew? You'd be at my side, helping me conquer all the world! And you'd give me not only lands, but grandbabies!"
Pyrrha squeaked, her cheeks burning as red as the setting sun. Jaune scowled.
"For the last time, NO."
"Come on!" Morgan protested, "If you don't like her, how about that blonde brawler? Or the catgirl? Or the Schnee heiress? Or the silver eyed girl, when she grows up a bit? Or all of them at once?"
Jaune sighed as his shoulders slumped.
"Can't you go bother any of our other family members?"
"They keep throwing salt at me! And cold iron! Can you imagine the nerve?!" Morgan whined.
"Yes. Yes I can," Jaune deadpanned.
Morgan then dramatically fell to her knees and grabbed his hand.
"Please Jaune! Ever since the divorce with Lot I had to do Only Fans just to make ends meet! Please be my Black Knight?!"
Jaune gaped in disbelief before yanking his hand away.
"You have so many other skills, Auntie! Why are you doing THAT?!"
Morgan shrugged.
"It feeds my ego and my capricious vices!"
Suddenly, another voice boomed, "SISTER!"
Morgan gasped as Arturia leaped up onto the roof. The former Empress of Vytal brandished her sword as Morgan growled.
"SISTER!" Morgan responded in kind.
"I told you to leave my great-grandson alone!" Arturia growled.
"And I told you to leave my great-grandnephew alone! Especially when I'm scheming!"
"I told you, NO MORE SCHEMING!" Arturia shouted.
"I'm the older sister! I'll do all the scheming I want!" Morgan shouted.
Arturia swung her sword, unleashing an Aura blade. Morgan jumped over the energy blast, and summoned up a staff to fire Aura-powered Dust blasts back.
As the two fought furiously, Jaune turned to the still blushing Pyrrha. He patted her shoulder gently.
"I'm really sorry about that. She's been really hurting ever since the divorce and falling out with Nana... You okay, Pyrrha?"
"S-So many babies…"
Jaune blinked.
"Pyr?"
Pyrrha, still a bit dazed, coughed and shook her head.
"I-I'm fine!"
Well, Arturia's half-sister would be around...