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infoglitch · 3 months ago

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True love.

Apologies everyone I was in the middle of questioning if I was bi or if I just wanted to fuck a femboy. Anyway time for fucking ANGST- wait.. shit this isn't angst this.. this is it, the one ship I can't make fucking depressing! BLACKGUARD!

@spahhzy, @epic-arc you are all in my domain. I welcome you, to blackguard paradise.

The only place where you heathens understand-

THAT I AM FUCKIN GOOFY!

(also I'm sorry but Bleiss's real name should be Bellamere. I will make a fuckin petition and FORCE EVERYONE to sign that shit, I actively refuse to acknowledge her by a shitty name choice. Is this me acting like I'm big shit because I wrote like 4 blackguard fics prior to this? Yes.. but also because I'm sick of Bleiss's name being just Bleiss. LET ME BE DELUSIONAL.)

Jaune laid beside his wife as he combed a hand through her hair. The woman he loved was humming softly as she cradles their infant son.

Jaune: hey.. Bellamere?

Bleiss: hmm, Yes darling?

The black sheep of the schnee family looked up at jaune. Her magenta eyes being filled with that same love he saw days, weeks, months, years, decades ago.. he saw it constantly in her eyes. And it always made his heart skip a beat.

Jaune: I.. I'm glad you didn't give up on me..

Bleiss: darling-

Jaune: I promise I'm not shitting on myself.. thank you Bellamere.. thank you for loving me, for having faith in me.. even when I let.. even when I let that cat possess me.

Bleiss: Jaune.. sweetheart, I want you to listen to me.

Bleiss managed to turn without waking the sleeping baby in her arms.

Bleiss: I want you to understand something, all those years in Beacon, those years you and Weiss helped me reconnect with my family, the years we spent together in the ever after. every single one of those years. I will gladly go through it again. because I love you.

Bleiss moved a hand and cusped her cheek.

Bleiss: and no matter what, I will always love you. Now and forever.. and even if I went through more hell than those years brought.. as long as you and our child would be there for me at the end. I'd gladly go through it. Because you, my sister's, my brother, my mother, my own child.. all of the people I have grown to care for.. you are all worth more than the world to me.

Jaune's face heated up as a smile crossed his Face. As he leaned in and kissed the one woman that stole his heart... and gave hers in return.

Jaune's eyes stared at the gravestone as he held his son's hand. The young boy crying. While jaune barely managed to choke back tears.

The date didn't matter, the rest of her name didn't matter. As all jaune needed was to see her first name and nickname on the grave.

His wife.

His partner.

His everything.

Was dead.

But as jaune wanted to just.. vanish he looked to his son, the boys pitch black hair and azure eyed reminded jaune.. he still had someone to be there.

The next few years would hurt, they would never hurt less but to Jaune all that matters was that his son still had his father.

And an Arc never leaves his family.

#rwby #rwby blackguard #bleiss schnee x jaune arc #jaune x bleiss #rwby bleiss schnee #bleiss schnee #rwby jaune arc #jaune arc

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 2 years ago

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Bleiss: Oh Darling~

Shark!faunus Jaune: What do you want, Bleiss?

Bleiss: Well I just wanted you to know that if you let me ride you, you'd be a Bleiss-Tipped ream shark!

Jaune: ....

Jaune: How long did you work on that line?

Bleiss: Too fucking long, NOW GIMME THAT SH'ARC D-

#rwby #jaune arc #bleiss schnee #blackguard #rwby blackguard #rwby shitpost #shark!faunus jaune

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c-jay-s-text-posts-only · 1 year ago

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A Shameless Comfort

Written with permission from @alexadru

Jaune had been having a bad day.

Nothing had gone right; he’d gotten a pop quiz in Oobleck’s class, fell asleep in Port’s class, and lost another match to Cardin in Goodwitch’s class.

Usually, these kinds of things wouldn’t bother him at all. He would bounce back and smile again by dinner time, and tomorrow, he'd start over, fresh and new.

But today was different.

Somehow, Jaune just couldn’t pick himself back up this time.

It had happened before, and usually, he kept to himself until one of his sisters found him.

But his sisters weren’t here . . .

He left them behind . . .

. . .

He was alone . . .

. . .

At times, Jaune could bounce back without any help, and at least he could convince himself that it would all be okay.

Once again, it seemed today was different.

Having been surrounded by the giants of his year, like Ruby, Weiss, Pyrrha, and even Nora, he felt as if he was the biggest letdown.

Like an anchor . . .

. . .

A sham . . .

. . .

A failure . . .

. . .

His teammates were in their dormitory.

He knew they’d be happy to see him, but he wasn’t ready to face them.

Not yet.

He tried taking deep breaths to calm himself, but that didn’t help much. He tried faking his smile and checking it in his scroll camera, but it didn’t look real enough. He tried everything he could think of, but nothing worked.

So, there he stayed. Waiting behind the door, and too ashamed to be seen.

Eventually, Jaune became too upset with himself and wound up sitting with his back against the wall, knees drawn up, and his head buried in his hands.

Jaune sat there for some time, stewing; just drowned enough not to hear the sound of approaching footsteps.

By the time he did, they came to a stop right in front of him; Jaune looked up.

He knew those riding boots.

He raised his head, a piercing, red pair of eyes met his faltering gaze.

Standing ahead of him, dressed in her casual clothes, was Charlotte Gelé Franke, the girl down the hall. She'd been enamored with him since the term began, when they first locked eyes.

She was a year older than Jaune, and in spite of that, her intentions with him were entirely clear.

Charlotte always made sure she displayed affection to Jaune, but only ever did so to him. Whether it be by pressing herself up against his front or back or by quite bluntly sitting in his lap whenever he dropped his guard.

Jaune never understood why she would, but he never complained. Who was he to stop her?

How was he to stop her?

His friends often made a fuss about it whenever they saw, though, so he never knew what to think. It seemed she damn-near begged him to accept and return her feelings, something everyone else found disgusting.

Weiss did especially - Charlotte was her half-sister after all.

Jaune, of course, didn't really buy into her charade - if that indeed was what it was. He could never tell if she was joking or not.

But looking deep into her eyes right here and now, Jaune couldn’t see that same Charlotte standing in front of him.

He was surprised when he noticed; there were no signs of lust in her expression, she just looked . . . sad.

Concerned . . .

‘That's a new look . . .’ Jaune thought to himself.

Charlotte shook her head, knelt down, and delicately cradled Jaune’s chin in her hand. Then she clasped his hand and guided him up to his feet; she was taller than Weiss, but not by a lot - Jaune had never really noticed this before.

He'd been paying more attention to how she was acting just then, so Jaune didn’t realise where Charlotte had taken him until too late.

Her team’s dormitory.

The room was empty, save for the furniture: the beds, a few chairs, and a desk for writing. Charlotte had spruced up her own quarter of the room, being allowed to utilise her own furnishings.

The softness of Charlotte’ touch remained as she very smoothly coaxed him to her bed, sitting him down on her silky, black bed sheets.

Almost out of instinct and mostly out of resignation, he surrendered. Jaune began to shakily undress himself. He peeled off his chest plate, arm and elbow guards, his gloves, and his shoulder pads. Then he took another shakey breath and prepared to strip.

But just as he made to take his belts off, Charlotte caught his wrist, and Jaune stopped to look at her.

The look on her face was sober, and she shook her head again.

"Sit still." Charlotte spoke at last.

Jaune just obeyed, not taking his eyes off her. It occurred to him only then that Charlotte hadn’t been flirting. Nor had said anything dirty to him.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t said much of anything since she found him.

She hadn’t sat down next to him on the bed either. She was still standing. Tentatively, she closed the gap between them, reached into his personal space, and took his head into her hands.

Jaune almost felt like an ancient artifact under the very careful study of archaeologists. Charlotte brushed her thumb against the side of his nose and pulled him into her chest.

Jaune didn’t know what to think until he felt a soft pair of lips press themselves comfortingly into the crown of his head. They didn't reach his scalp, but he felt them in his hair.

Not too rough.

Just gentle enough.

One hand stayed on his cheek, while the other encircled the back of his head, her fingers brushing through his hair.

Almost at once, Jaune felt as if he'd been taken home, the clock turning back to sweep him into the comforting embrace of someone who really cared.

. . .

Mom . . .

. . .

Mary . . .

. . .

Saphron . . .

. . .

He couldn’t hold back anymore now; his jaw was trembling, and his eyes stung. With a sniffle and a cough, he wrapped his arms around Charlotte’s waist and properly began to cry.

Her arms tightened around him. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, and his eyes became red and puffy, but Charlotte kept holding him as close as she could, not worrying if his tears might stain her outfit.

"Let it out, Darling." She wooed, "You're safe here."

Surreal . . .

It was the only word to describe what was happening.

Charlotte was bad-mouthed, bad-tempered, and very dirty-minded around everyone; the way she was acting now reminded him only too much of his mother and how close he’d been to her before he went away - she was the only one in his life who seemed to truly understand him.

Now, Charlotte Gelé Franke looked nothing like her, Jaune’s mother was taller, had blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, and her skin was medium tanned. Charlotte wasn’t like that at all; she was shorter, her long black hair fell past her hips, and her skin was porcelain.

But Jaune didn’t care.

It was close enough for him.

A few minutes later, and Jaune had calmed down enough; he stopped crying, and raised his head to look up at Charlotte.

Still, she didn’t look hungry for him, she just looked relieved.

Thankful.

For a moment, Jaune felt bad for thinking the way he had about her.

He wasn’t sure what to say now, if nothing else, he should say he was sorry. All the same, he wanted to know what she was up to.

“Charlotte, I-” He tried.

But Charlotte put a finger to his lips, effortlessly silencing him.

“My Darling, you don’t have to say anything.” She shushed him sweetly, “I’m not gonna do anything to you.”

“You're not?” Jaune was taken aback,

“Of course I'm not.” Charlotte promised, pressing her lips into his forehead, “I can see how much you're hurting right now.”

“Bu- but- . . . but why?” Jaune couldn’t understand, “You always go for what you want, never hold back . . . not when you want something . . . you could probably do whatever you wanted to me right now, and I wouldn’t try to stop you . . .”

That was the truth.

He didn’t have the energy to argue with her at the moment. But Charlotte didn’t make a move all the same. Instead, she massaged the back of his head, rubbing circles into it almost as if she was petting a dog she loved.

“That’s not what you need right now.” Her tone was soft, much softer than Jaune had ever heard from her, “Not from me. And not from anyone else. So, no. I’m not going to do anything to you. I’m just going to hold you, wait for you to smile again.”

Jaune’s eyebrow twitched, and his heart beat a little harder.

Was this real?

Was this really happening?

“I want you to fall for me when we’re at our best.” She explained, “That way, we’ll want to stay together when we’re at our worst.”

Jaune blinked.

The logic was sound.

Charlotte got onto the bed, laying them both down together; she wrapped her arms around him one more time. Jaune was nervous at first until she felt her patting his head again.

“Besides that, I can respect consent.” She lightly tapped him on the nose and winked, “It’s not like I’m some fucking skank who’d take a chance like this to worm her way in when you’re so vulnerable and defenceless.”

Her tone changed, and she now looked a little upset.

“Only a bitch would play a move like that.” Charlotte nearly spat, “Manipulation at its finest, the coward’s way . . . it's Some Pig's way . . .”

She very quickly calmed down and gently, pressed her lips into his hair, then brushed them over his brow and sat up, looming over him to get a good look at his face.

“I promise,” She insisted, “All I want right now is for you to feel better.”

Jaune was speechless.

Charlotte really cared about him. And all of him.

She cared about his feelings, who he was, what he wanted to do . . .

All of it . . .

Every doubt washed away, and at last, Jaune understood. Now, he didn’t feel he needed to avoid her; she was like an angel, though fallen from grace if Weiss was to hear about it.

It sounded like Charlotte realised her mistake in pursuing him before and doing what she could to make things right for herself, and for him too.

Again, Jaune’s jaw trembled. The weight lifting off his shoulders, he relaxed and leaned into her warmth.

"Charlotte . . ." He breathed shakily, "Thank you."

Hoping not to start crying all over again, Jaune pulled her in as close as he could, burying his head in the crook of her neck. Charlotte smiled.

"You know I'd do it all for you." She gave him a Solitaese Peck, "But you know . . ."

She trailed off into a nearly ominous pause. It made Jaune feel a bit nervous.

"Yeah?" For a moment, Jaune wasn't sure he wanted to hear what she might have planned,

"I hope you know I won't be taking it easy on you after today." Smirked Charlotte, "As soon as you're back to your old self again, I'm coming for you."

"Eh?" Jaune croaked,

"Once you're outta this funk of yours?" She continued, "It's on. I'm catching your sweet-sweet ass."

Jaune sighed, and it turned into a quiet chuckle.

"Okay." He relented,

"I'm not kidding, I will." Charlotte sounded pettish, "So you watch yourself."

Jaune thought it was funny. His chuckle became a giggle, but before he could really get into it, Charlotte broke the hug.

"What?" Jaune was confused.

Charlotte gazed at him, her piercing gaze softening to a pleasant gander as she wrinkled her nose.

"And there it is." She cooed sweetly,

"What?" Jaune wanted to know, "What's there?"

Charlotte's thumb skimmed his cheek.

"That smile." She told him.

Jaune blushed harder than ever, but his expression didn't change. He kept on twinkling, flustered, but content.

“That beautiful, handsome smile.” Once again, she pressed her lips into his forehead.

Jaune couldn't say anymore now. He just kept on smiling and hugged Charlotte close.

Shameless, though she tended to be, it felt good to be with her.

Especially now.

#rwby #jaune arc #bleiss gele #bleiss schnee #rwby blackguard #i have a whole plot #for this chick #also it should be clear #I love Jaune as a character #i hope you know that #by now

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madmanwonder · 2 years ago

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Prompt; Crossover; Mother's Day Pregnancy Jaune and bleiss

You know that Bleiss would be estatic to show off her test to her new daddy

"Happy Mother's Darling~!" Bleiss said with a wide, cheerful grin on her pretty, pale-porcelain face as she flashed Jaune a special pink item in her long, elegant fingers.

As soon his dark blue gaze look at the item in question. His mind just froze at the sight of the pregnancy test, a positive pregnancy test which mean one thing for the knight-esque hunter who look at the smiling face of his most competitive admirers.

"...oh..." Jaune said numbly before he passed out with a huge silly smile on his face.

#rwby #bleiss schnee #bleiss gele #jaune arc #blackguard #rwby blackguard #meme post #meme prompt #mother's day pregnancy meme #tw pregnancy #pregnancy #shipping post #shipping prompt

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infoglitch · 3 months ago

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... So y'all know i am Dragonslayer trash.. but also blackguard garbage.. sooo-

Bleiss wrapped her arms around her boyfriend as she kissed his cheek.

(Ferret!Faunus) Bleiss: darling, I believe you and I both know that book is full of shit.. besides wouldn't you wanna learn the fun way.

Jaune gulped softly before feeling a hand on his shoulder as he saw yang smiling at him. As she spoke in a disarming voice.

(Komodo dragon!Faunus) Yang: you don't really have any other choice lady killer~

Jaune:.. I assume I'm not gonna be walking for months am I?

Bleiss: nnnnope!~

Yang: just a week. Every month.

Jaune:... Oh boy.. aura don't fail me now

(also what should be jaune x Bleiss x yang ship name? I'm calling it black dragon guard. Cause I feel like it)

Jaune: *Reading a book on humans dating faunus*

Jaune: Shattered pelvis... Extreme dehydration... litters...

Jaune: Is it really worth it?

(Imagine your Jaune OTP, faunus edition)

#rwby #jaune arc #imagine your jaune otp #rwby shitpost #imagine your otp #rwby yang xiao long #rwby bleiss schnee #bleiss schnee x yang xiao long #rwby black dragon #yang xiao long x jaune arc #rwby dragon slayer #bleiss schnee x jaune arc #rwby blackguard #too many fucking tags.

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arc-misadventures · 10 months ago

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Headache

Jaune: Gods, I have such a headache…

Bleiss: My back hurts from carrying these girls around.

Jaune: I can give you a back rub if you want.

Bleiss: Awesome, I’ll give you head in exchange.

Jaune: Eh?

Bleiss: You heard me.

#rwby #jaune arc #bleiss schnee #jaune x bleiss #bleiss x jaune #rwby blackguard

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reashot · 4 months ago

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The worst thing she can do is say no...

Ruby: Hey handsome how about you and me go on a date this saturday. 🐺

Jaune: Oh thank you Ruby. But unfortunately I already have a date with Bleiss.

Bleiss: Hey Red, guess what I'm going to do to him on a Saturday night?

Jaune: B-Bleiss! No Ruby we will not do anything of such. We will just be having a nice dinner...

Bleiss: Well after that. Who knows. *Chuckles*

Jaune: Bleiss... I'm sorry for taking your time Ruby. But I would love to go out with you some other time.

*takes Bleiss with him*

Bleiss: If you don't mind having my sloppy second that is. Ha, ha, ha, ha...

Ruby:

The day of the date.

Ruby:

Bleiss: You missed bitch!

Asking for a friend. Let's just say someone is making another story about Jaune's future children.

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster #lancaster rwby #jaune x ruby #ruby x jaune #rwby lancaster #jaune x bleiss #bleiss x jaune #bleiss schnee #rwby blackguard

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rwac96 · 2 months ago

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Bleiss' solution to cheer up Bluby, get fucked by Jaune a threesome with herself. Does it work for her?

(about that...)

Bluby: *eyes Jaune up & down* "Nah."

Bleiss: "What do you mean 'nah'?!"

Bluby: "I don't wanna get involved in your weird and twisted tryst, Bleiss."

Jaune: "Uh, hey...Bleiss, why's there a Blue Ruby?"

Bleiss: *sighs* "Long story, Darling. Blu, you need to get dick!"

Bluby: *shakes her head* "Sorry, Bleiss, I don't feel like being a third wheel in your raunchy sex life."

Bleiss: *groans* "Gawds! Do you even have a type?!"

Bluby: *shrugs her shoulders* "What would be the point? Who would love a color-swap fake?"

Jaune: *worried* "Bleiss, take her to a therapist."

Bleiss: *flutters her eyelashes at Jaune* "Darling--."

Jaune: "An actual therapist!"

#answer #answered #answers #answer post #answered post #rwby #rwby au #rwby shitpost #jaune arc #bluby rose #bleiss schnee #bleiss gele #clone au #blackguard #rwby blackguard

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rwac96 · 8 months ago

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Pyrrha: *exhales* "This harlot." *begins loading Milo with Dust ammo*

Don't you think?

Bleiss: Hello handsome~

Jaune: I have a girlfriend.

Bleiss: You deserve two~ *wink* 💕

#reblog #rwby #rwby shitpost #rwby au #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #bleiss schnee #bleiss gele #arkos #blackguard #rwby blackguard

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infoglitch · 7 months ago

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Bliss.

Bleiss found herself roaming the halls of beacon as she was trying to think of how to approach her sister without conflict but everything she thought of didn't work.

Weiss was just so fuckin stuck up that's why she cant stand her, she's too fuckin prissy

The thought ran through Bellameres head before shoving it away. She was nearly as grown adult and as much as she loved being right her sister was more important than her ego.

But oum damn it all why the fuck couldn't Weiss just relax around her and not foam at the mouth at everything Bleiss said!

Unbeknownst to Bleiss her feat brought her to a single dorm. Team JNPR's dorm... This was that arc boys team dorm, knowing how he acts it was probably full of losers. Bleiss knocked on the door and soon it opened to reveal the one and only invincible champion, Pyrrha Nikos.

Pyrrha: oh hello Weiss.. what's with the new look?

Bleiss just looked her up and down before trying to speak "calmly" and "dignified" considering this was that overconfident bratty bitch Weiss just LOVED to speak of.

Bleiss: Ms. Nikos apologies for the intrusion-

Pyrrha: I told you already Weiss call me Pyrrha

Bleiss looked at her somewhat annoyed.

Bleiss: apologies Pyrrha but you have me confused for my sister. I am Bellamere Givrése. Weiss' twin.

Pyrrha took a moment before snapping her fingers.

Pyrrha: oh yeah your her "evil twin". I guess on the surface the title is apt.. regardless what do you need Bleiss?

Bleiss: I'm here for Jaune Arc, Ms. ni-

Pyrrha: Pyrrha. I have a name, I'm a person just like you, not some deity.

Bleiss was a bit taken aback, she figured Pyrrha was some snotty stuck bimbo that was used for a one time sponsorship with some weird cereal... That she may have begrudgingly liked.

Bleiss: Pyrrha... So may I please talk with Mr. Arc.

Pyrrha: sure thing.

Pyrrha would lean back and shout into the dorm.

Pyrrha: jaune! You got a visitor. Its weiss' "evil twin".

Jaune: wait what?

Jaune popped his head out from the door frame as he held a box of cereal that Bleiss recognized instantly.

Bleiss: are you... Are you eating pumpkin Pete's?

Jaune: yeah... Any problem with that?

Bleiss: yes. It's the fact no one told me you had some pour me a bowl aswell.

Jaune was a bit surprised but nodded and soon both sat at a table with Bleiss scarfing down her bowl as jaune looked at her in awe.

Jaune: you alright? You act like you haven't in cereal in years

Bleiss stopped and swallowed what was left in her mouth.

Bleiss: right on the money knight, Vacoue ain't got a lot of food, hence the constant delivery of food.. plus the peice of shit who helped my mother conceive me never allowed us to eat "filth's food" .. winter did manage to sneak a few in for all four of us before she got all stick-up-her-ass.

Jaune: that... That surprisingly is sad

Bleiss: yeah.. but ah fuck that boohoo shit and fuck the old bag. He's a daft cunt and a sqwimp.

Jaune: I can agree to that.

Jaune brought up a fist right beside her as Bleiss fist bumped him. Meanwhile Ren Pyrrha and Nora watched in the background.

Pyrrha: I don't get how she's an Evil twin. Most evil thing to her is her language.

Nora: I like her, she seems fun

Ren: I have a bad feeling about her... Something is off with her disposition.. like she's hiding something.

Pyrrha: well if anything happens we'll be prepared... She better stop sizing jaune up though.

Fin

#rwby #jaune arc #bleiss schnee x jaune arc #bleiss schnee #jaune x bleiss #rwby blackguard

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