Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, I do not own the cover picture nor the original conceived premise but damned if it isn't something that I would love to see. More at the bottom!

Jaune Arc was a man of many things.

He was a ladies man (self-proclaimed), defender of the weak (self-proclaimed), and the Lord of the Dance (this one actually wasn't his fault but he didn't try that hard to deny it so it might as well be self-proclaimed).

In actual reality, he was in fact… the best punching bag this side of the prestigious college of Beacon, the most hardcore fanboy of video games that graced the earth, and secretly one of the greatest writers of his generation that had been reduced to smut with plot instead of plot with smut. Thankfully the last one was self-proclaimed and not that well known at all. Of all things, he kept that one under wraps, locked in a safe, buried in concrete at the bottom of the ocean floor. No one was gonna find out about his crazy ability to write apparently popular porn stories, no sir.

He had already enough social suicide done to his name and while the money was a nice addition, he kept it more as an emergency fund than anything.

All these traits and more were what made the man known as Jaune Arc himself. As much as he wished for a more positive light to be shone on his existence, he couldn't do anything to remedy his social status or inherent state of being. From the first day since he was accepted into the high-status academy known as Beacon he had been examined and judged. Sadly, it wasn't the great confident Alpha male that he tried to exhibit but instead the submissive little boy that circulated the rumor mill and eventually became synonymous with truth.

It wasn't his fault. Mostly. Probably. Ok maybe he had a small hand in how his fellow student body saw him. Sure he went and made a faux-pass in his failed attempt to flirt and court a certain Schnee Heiress. And yes, he did pick a fight with the biggest meathead this side of the country and soundly had his ass handed to him. And let's not forget the moment when he ended up emptying his stomach due to a bad car ride…right onto the Headmaster himself.

Jaune was surprised he got off so lightly. He was expecting to be expelled on the spot but instead got a month of detention with the Hardass Glynda Goodwitch. Compared to losing out on the chance of a lifetime, doing hard labor and getting smacked with a riding crop was pretty minor.

So in the end, with these three major events coloring his record, Jaune Arc settled into his lowly status with all the grace of a bird.

One that had a broken wing and gone through a few glass windows.

Still it wasn't all bad. He also had a great roommate. Or well, as great as roommates as the infamous Yang Xiao Long could be. It was like comparing day to night between the two but due to a technical error in the computer system and the delayed realization of what happened along with a nice helping of no more rooms, Jaune and Yang became Beacon's first official co-ed dorm mates. And while the staff tutted about propriety between a man and a woman and all of Yang's friends shrieked about how she was gonna be molested by the creepy Arc, the blonde woman took it all in stride and made no big deal about living with the man.

Yang Xiao Long. What a lady. She was the most popular woman on campus simply because of who she was and her personality instead of something like family connections or special quirks. Course it probably helped matters that the one thing that was widely accepted was that she was the toughest fighter around and the only thing that stuck out more than her wonderful bosom or her luscious flowing hair was how big of a sexual drive she possessed. Male or female, it didn't matter to her so long as you were willing to spend the night in her wonderful company. Which a lot of people were. And Jaune got to live in close proximity of all that? Where was the contract?

Of course there was ground rules put in place by her decree. All of them beneficial to her and neutral to him at best. She got the shower and all the hot water, she got to have friends and companions over while he had to go out, any and all messes were his duty, the list went on. Jaune didn't make a sound, giddy with the thought of sharing a room with someone as hot and beautiful as her.

The novelty wore off the first week when he could no longer enjoy hot showers or sleep at a normal hour because of how loud and energetic Yang could be when she had her friends over. Still, it was the hand life had dealt him and Jaune Arc could adapt. Ten years of living with eight women and one man followed by a sabbatical of old family friends of the most colorful individuals ever prepared him for this.

Just like the novelty though, the blushing and stuttering and awkwardness of living with such a passionate woman with a voracious appetite for both sexes just washed away and simply left him with no real modesty or issues when it came to dealing with Yang's antics. He accepted everything she did and took it all in stride.

In the early days when he would be cooking breakfast, he learned to actually make enough for three. The morning meal was usually shared between him, Yang, and her latest beau. He actually even remembered a few faces and picked up a few recipes that endeared him to a few of the lovers but never got him more than a thanks and a pat on the head like he was some dog. And it was something Yang grew accustomed to.

The rare times he couldn't cook, Yang was noted to be a bit more irritable those days. The first time he was ever really insulted over his cooking, he had offered breakfast to one of Yang's first time acquaintances. The girl had thought he had laced the food with something and was planning devious things. The young man gave said lady such a deadpan stare before he simply upended his plate of food into the trash and left without a word. He came back later to a mess in the kitchen and living room, the food he made for Yang untouched and a mess of clothes and cushions strewn about.

That was the day he learned that Yang, for all her antics, was also quite loyal to those who did right by her. He never saw that woman again and last he heard she had become a social outcast. Jaune simply made a more extravagant spread the next day in a way of apology and Yang made her usual remarks about rewarding him with kisses or possibly a nice little peep show like when she got done in the shower.

All the times when Yang would come out of the shower in nothing but a form hugging towel became so common that he stopped associating such a thing with prudish behavior. He didn't even blink twice when the party girl took to wearing nothing but undergarments for a week. And when Yang teased him about how he should do the same, he just calmly shook his head and gave a smirk before telling her that he didn't want to ruin her eye sight with his hideous body.

A true lie of course. He just didn't want to explain the scars…even if they were hidden under all the wonderful body paint his friend back home had given him.

He realized at some point that his behavior must have been getting to her. Probably as some sort of test about his intentions. While she got a good laugh at his blushing and normal hormonal reactions, he adapted quickly enough and just stopped reacting period. This only seem to spur her on more as the initial playful words and tantalizing views became more risqué and common. He even walked in on her one time fully in the buff but didn't realize it until Yang's little sister caught an eyeful of the same thing and screeched just as he left.

He made sure to apologize profusely after that and even baked a mountain of cookies for Ruby to make sure the young girl didn't go around spouting out about what happened lest he have an army of people descend upon him and force him to fight for his life. Yang had a really strange look on her face after that though and seemed to be thinking hard about something.

So it went on as such that Jaune Arc simply lived out his freshman year in relative comfort. He made friends that tolerated his presence, went to classes and did slightly above average, threw his name around and attracted the bullies onto him to let others get away, and learned to ignore all the flirting and noises Yang did. He was content to just follow the four year plan, grab his degree, and just head home. Maybe he would become a published author, maybe a chef, possibly a professional gamer, or even a fighter who wouldn't go down.

Bah, who was he kidding? He had one clear path and there wasn't anything that was going to deter him from it.

It didn't really matter to him, he had plenty of excitement waiting back home.

Jaune Arc was a man of many things. He was a fighter (when it mattered), a writer (of some really hardcore stuff), a cook (legacy of a misspent home economics course), and a gamer (live by the Konami code, die by the Konami code).

He also...was now immune to the charms of one Yang Xiao Long.

Still, even he didn't see what came next. For all his lack of experience with relationships, his inability to read the mood, or just plain aptitude to categorize things into routine, he never thought his self-made immunity to all the things Xiao Long did would bite him in the ass like this.

=Immunity=

It was late, the dorm room eerily quiet. Jaune supposed Yang had simply just taken her usual romps to somewhere more spacious or possibly was getting the lovers spoil treatment. Course, she could also just be spending it with her single friends that had no attraction to her. It must be tiring to be fooling around everyday.

The young man yawned, stretching out his arms and heading to his cramped but homely room. He could probably get a few games going, maybe send a message home and see if anyone wanted to chat. All his on-site friends had plans and he didn't feel like becoming the third wheel to someone and intruding on what could be a perfect moment.

Though now that he thought about it, it was a bit weird how EVERYONE said they were going to go on some date. Was today significant for couples or something?

"Oooh, Jaune. Is that you?"

The young man blinked, ears pricking up as he strained to hear. Interesting enough, he could make out someone in his room by the dim lights underneath the doorway.

"Oh dang it Yang," Jaune called out, "I know you said you christened every surface in this place, my bed included, but could you at least have decided on round two of my room some other time? I wanted to play some games tonight."

He pushed open his door and beheld the scene before him. Dozens of tiny candles dotted the nightstand next to his bed, illuminating the breathtaking view on his bed. Yang was facing him, dressed in nothing but some lingerie, rose petals and pillows scattered around as if to make a throne for the woman. Her beautiful body and sultry look was put into full focus for him, her hands running through her voluminous hair as she seemed to jut out and offer herself fully to whoever would take her.

Jaune made an executive decision right then and there. He needed to get the hell out now. Whoever Yang had over with her dressed like that obviously was going to violently eject him regardless so he mind as well wrap up for the weather outside. He had forgotten what holiday it was but it made sense now and while he was used to Yang's energetic love making, he didn't want to third wheel tonight at all.

"Jaune~ Happy Valentine's Day."

Jaune paused, hand still on the door knob and in the process of pushing his door open, taking in the scene before him. There was silence for one full minute before he spoke.

"So…can I have my jacket back?"

Hello there folks! Gamer coming back at you again with another RWBY story! Now this time it's a little different. See there's this guy, this great artist known as Exvnir on DA. He does some really really amazing RWBY stuff that I've been following since he started. And now I have the pleasure of writing a fanfiction based on one of these pictures. Specifically the one named Derection. If it wasn't obvious then I'm saying it now, this is an Alternate Universe.

If you're interested, go ahead and go take a look at his stuff. And if you're really interested, let me know what you think in the reviews.

Besides that, I'm just gonna steal Exvnir's ol' saying now.

Enjoy this crappy fanfic I made with DEEZ HANDZ