#plot? what's plot?

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The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc

Joan(Jaune) Arc was a bit of a tomboy, and was not happy that all her sisters were more "developed" than her.

However at 17, with no plans for life after school, her Mom and her Aunt decided she's at the right age to do some intern work. It was a rush between Tara her older sister's wife and her Aunt Glynda for whom could make the arrangements faster... Aunt Glynda won.

So Joan(Jaune) found herself at Beacon working as a Teaching Assistant for Professor Glynda Goodwitch, her aunt.

A little shy, and wholly opinionated. How does a civilian Joan(Jaune) handle being surrounded by super-powered teens, and navigate her way through some... self-inflicted awkward situations?

ENTIRE AU Inspired by this doodle by @pilot-boi

(Artwork created/owned by @pilot-boi, No rights Claimed/Implied by the author of this AU)

First / Second / Third / Fourth / Fifth

Sixth / Seventh / Eighth /

(A/N - This entire AU is just me playing around. There is NO actual plot. Nor do I have a specific pairing. This one is slightly risqué, but still SFW. )

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The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc

Artwork Inspired Posts - First / Second / Third / Fourth

(Artwork created/owned by @pilot-boi, No rights Claimed/Implied by the author of this story)

Joan(Jaune) wanted to leave as soon as they reached the infirmary, but she choose to stay. She was a little worried about what happened to Ms Nikos, but she was more afraid of what Aunt Glynda would do if she returned with out the trio of students she was supposed to be supervising.

After a quick look over, Pyrrha was roused with the use of some smelling salts. The nurse then informed them she would return in about fifteen minutes for one final check before letting them leave. So as Pyrrha's teammates, well really just one teammate unloaded barrage after barrage about what happened, and how she was feeling. Joan(Jaune) sat in a very uncomfortable plastic chair, tapping her foot on the tiled floor.

"So..." Pyrrha looked past Nora at Joan(Jaune), "You are really a girl?"

"Yes."

"Really?" Pyrrha hesitantly asked again.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?" Joan(Jaune) answered standing up and approaching the bed Pyrrha was laid upon. "Like seriously, why..."

"The boobs, or the lack of them." Nora interrupted.

"I have boobs!" Joan(Jaune) snapped.

"Not from what I..." Nora didn't get a chance to finish as Joan(Jaune) grabbed her by the wrists, pulling her hands towards her chest. Nora's eyes went wide when she felt the heavily softness under her hands, "You do... "

"Anyone else need to feel me up?" Joan(Jaune) asked as she released her grip on Nora.

"Can I do that again?" Nora asked.

"What? No!"

"Please?" Nora begged, "I'll share my pancakes with you?"

"Huh?" Joan(Jaune) took a step back a little creeped out by the orange haired girl. "Is she okay?"

"That's just how Nora is." the lone male in the room, informed Joan(Jaune). "You'll get used to it. I'm Ren by the way."

Joan(Jaune) gave Ren a sideways look.

"I'm sorry, about all this." Pyrrha offered with a soft and sad smile. "I didn't mean to upset you..."

"You annoyed me. Not upset." Joan(Jaune) responded, before asking, "So what was your malfunction?"

"Excuse me?" Pyrrha asked as Ren acted as a buffer between Nora's grasping hands, and Joan(Jaune).

"Just what I asked."

"I don't... understand the question?"

'Why did you freak when you found out I was a woman?" Joan(Jaune) asked, while leaning in to look Pyrrha right in the eyes. "You have pretty eyes."

"Because of stuff like that!" Pyrrha yelped her face growing flushed with color.

"What not used to be complimented?"

"No... it's... because... um... fuck it!" Pyrrha snapped. "You say stuff like how I'm hot and shit, and I'm get interested and then... I like men! I can't be attracted to a woman, even if her ass if so delicious!"

"Okay." Joan(Jaune) stood up straight, sucked on her front teeth before speaking. "If you like guys, that's great. I like guys, but that does NOT meant you can't find people of the same sex also attractive."

"But..."

"Are you really that repressed?" Joan(Jaune) asked, with a roll of her eyes. "Listen Pyrrha. I can find you hot. I can find Nora adorable, and Ren handsome. Do you follow?"

"I'm adorable? and Ren's handsome? Way to put out the moves Joan(Jaune)-Joan(Jaune)!" Nora cheered finally having given up on molesting Joan(Jaune)'s chest again.

Ren just stood there one eyebrow raised.

"I think so?" Pyrrha answered.

"Good. NOW just because you like my ass doesn't mean your suddenly going to try and make a move on me. It means you find something attractive about me. You follow?"

"Yes?"

"No you're not." Joan(Jaune) sighed. "Do you find men or women more desirable?"

"Ah... um..."

"Did you grow up in a convent or something?" Joan(Jaune) sighed out. "Fine. would you rather do this with a guy?"

Before Pyrrha could answer Joan(Jaune) rounds about hooks her hands behind Ren's head and neck and pulls him into a heated, breath stealing kiss. It last only for about ten seconds, before Joan (Jaune) breaks contact.

"You... kissed... Rennie..." Nora whimpered as she just stood there, watching her life long friend weave on his feet.

"Or would you do it with a woman?" Joan(Jaune) asked as she closed on Pyrrha, slipping her arms around Pyrrha's shoulders and neck, to give her a sizzling deep kiss.

Pyrrha's mind screamed in confusion. Joan(Jaune) was kissing her! She was being kissed and the lips felt so soft and tasted delicious. Her tongue... WAIT her tongue!!!

Nora stood in utter shock, as Joan(Jaune) had moved from making out with Rennie, to some heavy duty face-sucking with Pyrrha. The lip-lock broke after again only lasting about ten seconds or so.

"As you can see. I'm fine with girls or boys... did she just pass out again?" Pyrrha's eyes had rolled up into her head and she lay limp on the bed, her lips slightly parted, and moist with saliva.

"RENNIE!" Nora shrieked when Ren just finally collapsed to the floor in a limp heap. "KISS OF DEATH!!!! KISS OF DEATH!!!"

"Huh?" Joan(Jaune) turns from Pyrrha to see Ren on the floor. "Shit!"

"I must feel their heavenly form again before you steal my soul with your succubus ways!" Nora cried out as she lunged for Joan(Jaune), her hands in front of her, with her fingers spread wide.

"SHIT!" Joan(Jaune) cried out as she tried to keep away from the suddenly very energetic organette.

(A/N - Okay I've been pushing in my head for a female!Jaune stealing a kiss from Ren in front of Nora, since forever. It has now happened. My life is complete! Wonder what Weiss is going to say with Nora's new fascination? Any way hope you're all enjoying this unplanned chaos.)

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The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc

Artwork Inspired Posts - First / Second

(Artwork created/owned by @pilot-boi, No rights Claimed/Implied by the author of this story)

Joan(Jaune) felt ridiculous going through the locker area with a tablet checking off names. Her Aunt Glynda had been called into a early morning meeting. So as her Teaching Assistant/Secretary/Receptionist/Executive Assistant Joan(Jaune) was assigned to taking role call. It was going okay. Pretty much the entire group of first year students being rather accommodating to her interrupting conversations to check off names.

That was until she was getting to the end of her list. She had found out Ruby's sister was named Yang, who seemed nice. Then there was Blake. Blake Belladonna, wearing a ribbon. Joan(Jaune) didn't ask, nor was she surprised that the other students hadn't clued into who she was. Did none of them keep up on current events? Didn't Blake understand how useless of a disguise just a ribbon was, considering she was using her real name?

Joan(Jaune) dismissed it all. She had a assignment to complete, and she was going to get it done. So with only a few names left she approached two known figures. She could have just checked them off without approaching but that wasn't what she had been directed to do.

"Joan(Jaune) I want you to have each student identify themselves. No assumptions, no exceptions." Aunt Glynda has instructed. "This assignment is about you gaining more confidence as it is for them to associate you with some level of authority over them."

So she approached. The red-head who was obviously Pyrrha Nikos. The face of Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Crunch, plus some tournament stuff, and Weiss Schnee. Weiss was a talented singer, and some daughter of some rich asshat. Their reputations were impressive, and Joan(Jaune) would be lying if she tried to imply she wasn't just a bit star-struck.

"Excuse me. Can I get your names please?" Joan(Jaune) spoke up interrupting the conversation.

"Names?" Weiss looked a little stunned at the question before adopting a haughty look. "Don't you know who this is?"

Okay, the tone, and attitude instantly had Joan(Jaune) decide the Schnee had a stick up her ass. Brat snark engaged.

"Don't you?" Joan(Jaune) spoke in a faux surprised tone. "I mean I was taught to introduce myself to people before starting conversations."

Weiss' eye narrowed.

"Introductions were made right?" Joan(Jaune) addressed Pyrrha. "Or am I out of touch with current trends?"

"Yes they were." Pyrrha was trying hard to suppress her amused smirk. "I'm Pyrrha Nikos."

"Let me check. Perfect. Thank you Ms Nikos." Joan(Jaune) responded, before turning her attention back to the scowling Weiss. "And your name please?"

"Weiss Schnee, Heiress to the S..."

"Ah yes. Entitled Rich Cu... oh wow, who ever made this list was rather rude! My apologies." Joan(Jaune) commented as she cut off Weiss' little tirade. "I'll make a note on my list to get that corrected!"

Weiss sputtered, huffed an walked off. Joan(Jaune) smirked, and behind Weiss' back stuck out her tongue adding a "Meh!" for effect. The sound of rather pleasant laughter had Joan(Jaune) return her attention to Pyrrha.

"I take it you're not a student." Pyrrha commented.

"No I'm interning here as a TA." Joan(Jaune) replied.

"Aren't you a little young, to be a TA?"

"Eh." Joan(Jaune) replied before unintentionally letting slip, "Need to start somewhere, can't all be busty smoking hot red-heads."

Pyrrha clasped a hand over her mouth, either to suppress a squeal, or hide a smirk or frown or smile. But it didn't matter, because Joan(Jaune) had gone wide-eyed upon the realization about what she let slip out. With cherry red cheeks, she gave Pyrrha a quick nod, and bolted.

Pyrrha was in fact trying to suppress a laugh. The obviously slip of the tongue was the most honest, compliment she had gotten. As a often pursued celebrity, knew when people were trying to put on airs, or curry favor. That young man radiated none of those traits.

"Dang it. I didn't get his name." Pyrrha swore, keeping with her public persona, when she wanted to say "Fucking shit buckets! I didn't get a name to put to his sweet ass!"

With her task completed, Joan(Jaune) turned in her data pad, and took her place beside her Aunt, to await the start of the initiation ceremony. Partway through Headmaster Ozpin's instructions, Joan(Jaune) couldn't help but blurt out.

"Are you fucking serious?" a scowl, not a glare from Aunt Glynda made Joan(Jaune) slink back to hide behind her, while muttering, "Sorry!"

Once it was all over and done with Joan(Jaune) was accompanying Aunt Glynda back to their shared accommodations.

"You'll need to wear something more appropriate for your position." Glynda remarked, during the trip. "I understand you love that hoodie Joan(Jaune), but you're now a member of the staff, and need to look professional."

"I'm not getting dolled up, for an unpaid internship."

"It's not getting dolled up." Glynda retorted. "Also you're not doing this without renumeration."

"Wait?" Joan(Jaune) was a little stunned by the admission of her Aunt. "I'm getting paid to do this?"

"Yes, you are, and you will attend to your duties attired in appropriate clothes."

"But I don't have anything professional." Joan(Jaune) admitted. "I'm more of a comfy comfort type of gal."

"I am arranging for a couple of modified Beacon Uniforms for you." Glynda informed her niece.

"Slacks?"

"No. Skirts."

"Come on!"

"Joan(Jaune) how often do you complain that people mistake you for male?" Glynda asked.

"Lots?"

"Yes. The skirts will help address that pet peeve of yours, at least to the less dense student body." Glynda commented. "Also a little warning. Avoid Ms Coco Adel. She's a second year student with a rather strong personality."

"Why? Is she dangerous?"

"Only if you don't like being dressed up like a living fashion doll."

"Noted."

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The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc

Artwork Inspired Posts - First / Second / Third

(Artwork created/owned by @pilot-boi, No rights Claimed/Implied by the author of this story)

Joan(Jaune) had a quandary on her hands. She had opened the box that had been addressed to her. Inside she found two sets of shoes and several packages of clothes. Well five clear plastic wrapped sets actually. Four where standard slightly modified Beacon female uniforms. Blouse, skirt, blazer, socks.

The fifth was significantly... different. Joan(Jaune) liked the fifth one. It had a certain allure to it. There was even a card with it!

"Welcome to Beacon Ms Arc. I hope you have an enjoyable time with us. The Beacon uniforms are dull, so after speaking with Mrs Cotta-Arc I was able to assemble something I hope is more to your liking." -- Sincerely Headmaster Ozpin

"I think I like this outfit better." Joan(Jaune) whispered to herself, a sly grin on her face. "And I know just the accessories for it!"

"Joan(Jaune) we're going to be late!" Glynda called out as she finished touching up her hair. "Aren't you dressed... WHAT ARE YOU WEARING???

Joan(Jaune) shot her Aunt a Cheshire grin as she posed in the doorway to her room. Joan(Jaune) was almost in a complete copy of Glynda's own outfit, except for the fact Joan(Jaune) was wearing what looked like tailored black pants, instead of a skirt. Very well tailored pants. They hung perfectly, clinging in just the right places.

The outfit was topped with a tasteful white blouse, and a black corset type vest, that gave Joan(Jaune)'s lackluster chest a needed boost. Then of course there were the accessories. A pair of black wire rim cat's eye glasses, and what had to be at least four inch high stiletto heeled calf high black boots.

"You like?" Joan(Jaune) asked a huge smile on her face. Glynda was getting a headache. She knew exactly who had snuck this outfit into the order she had made for Joan(Jaune). "Well?"

"You look good Joan(Jaune). You do, but... the glasses? The heels?"

"The glasses i can toss, not that I need them, but the heels..." her voice grew dark, and sinister, a scowl crossing her once happy features.

"Joan(Jaune)?" Glynda asked a little shocked at the sudden emotional shift in her niece.

"Were a gift from Saph an d Terra. No one touches them!" Joan(Jaune) hissed. Yes actually hissed.

"I was just..."

Glynda was cut off as Joan(Jaune) strutted past her with perfect poise and balance. Grabbing the attaché case Glynda had given her last night, and without any sign of faltering or flaw in stride, Was out the door.

"Joan(Jaune) wait up!" Glynda called after her. "We have a staff meeting first!"

After a forty minute staff meeting, that really could have been handled in ten minutes, or even better and email. Joan(Jaune) followed her Aunt into her first class of the day. The bustle and hum of active conversations abated as Joan(Jaune) watched her Aunt take center stage.

"Attention class! I am Professor Goodwitch, and this is your designated Combat Class." Her voice was strong and powerful. Commanding respect and attention. Joan(Jaune) half listened, as she tried to determine how she too could get the type of voice her mom and Aunt both used so easily.

Pyrrha had tuned out Professor Goodwitch's opening speech, to focus on her inner turmoil. She noticed the person who entered with the Professor, and recognized them instantly. That was were her current crisis was focused, as her mind fractured and began arguing with itself.

"She's a babe!" voice one.

"Don't be stupid. He's a dude." voice two.

"Are you sure. I think those are boobs." Voice three.

"I don't think they are." Voice four.

"I swear to you all NOW. That is a girl! Look at the clothes, the bust, those hips, THAT ASS!" Voice one.

"I agree with the ass, but I don't a bust. So I'm going with a dude." Voice two.

"Eh? Guys can wear feminine styled clothes just as much as girls can were masculine stuff. So that argument doesn't work, but yeah those are boobies. Girl."

"You guys need your eyes checked. Ass yes. Hips okay, yeah, clothes... don't care. Boobs? Don't see any. That's a Guy."

"You are all shitheads! That is a fucking girl!" voice one.

"Watch the gods damn language! there could be kids around her!" voice two.

"Seriously. Kids. In our own head?" voice three.

"Listen, it looks like an introduction is going to happen. Let's hear the name, and then we can have our sexual identity crisis after. Sound like a plan?" voice four.

"Okay." the three other voices agreed.

"Now as you can see their is a charming young woman who has accompanied me to this class. She is Joan(Jaune) Arc, my niece and will be serving as my Teaching Assistant." Glynda continued to address the class, her very tone forcing compliance and attention for everyone, well almost everyone.

"YOU'RE A FUCKING GIRL????" Pyrrha Nikos shot to her feet, her face a blazing red.

"Ms Nikos!" Glynda started to reprimand the four time champion only for Joan(Jaune) to decide she need a piece of the action.

"Is that a problem?" Joan(Jaune) snapped "Do you not believe your eyes? What is it my tits? Yeah, that's all your huntsmen and huntresses focus on. Big honking hooters!"

"Joan(Jaune) enough!" Glynda tried to regain control, but as soon as Joan(Jaune) started to rant, she knew the only way to regain control was to use "the glare"

"You know what I got, that is better than sweater stretchers? DO you?" Joan(Jaune) continued to rant, her eyes focused directly in Pyrrha. "Well Ms Nikos, do you?"

"I have this!" Joan(Jaune) twisted about popped her hips and gave her own behind a hard smack, causing the sound of flesh striking flesh to echo about the room. "I have an ASS that can beat yours any day of the week!"

Glynda pulled unleashed "the Glare" just as the room burst into chaos, and Ms Nikos promptly fainted, overcome a whirlwind of confusing thoughts and arguing voices that filled her mind.

"Everyone! Sit! NOW!" Once order was restored, Glynda instructed Joan(Jaune) to escort Ms Nikos and her team to the infirmary. Before Joan(Jaune) could complain, Glydna added. "This is your mess. You started it. You end it... civilly!"

"Yes, auntie." Joan(Jaune) sulked for the whole trip.

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The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc

Original Artwork Inspired Post.

(Artwork created/owned by @pilot-boi, No rights Claimed/Implied by the author of this story)

Joan(Jaune) was able to escort Ruby to the auditorium, without any issues. Seconds after arriving a rather impressively busted blond made a b-line to them. Joan(Jaune) figured it was "Boob-zilla", Ruby's sister, and no... she was not upset that ANOTHER blond won the genetic lottery with a good set of tits. No. Not jealous at all.

After introductions, and once again getting the "Isn't that a girl's name?" question, Joan(Jaune) bid Yang and Ruby a good night. Minutes later there was a commotion around the pair. Joan(Jaune) looked and sighed. It appeared that the "Meanie" had decided to make a follow-up... strafing run?

Joan(Jaune) was even less enthused about being here when she heard the "Meanie" speak...

"Yeah! And we can paint our nails and try out clothes and talk about cute boys like tall, blond and... scraggly over there!"

Yep. She should have gone to Argus. Rolling her eyes, she walked away. She had very much at this point decided that the world was filled with idiots, and morons. How could NO ONE see she was a girl? So what if she didn't have the sweater melons the rest of her family sported. She had the complete package of hips and ass to die for!

Joan(Jaune) stopped at the large bay windows of the expansive room, and considered her reflection. She twisted about, striking a couple poses, trying to find her best side, and then gave up. Who was she kidding. When it came to the classic Arc woman... she didn't measure up. Stuffing her hands into the pocket of her hoodie she scuffed her feet along the floor, as she made her way towards the stage.

Sitting down on the steps, she slouched and waited. Aunt Glynda had told her to wait near the staging of the auditorium, if she wasn't at the bullheads to pick her up. Knowing better than to not listen to Aunt Glynda, Joan(Jaune) followed the instructions to the letter. There was one thing Joan(Jaune), all her sisters and cousins knew. If Mom or Aunt Glynda said to do something. You did it... lest you face the "glare"

Joan(Jaune) sat with utter disinterest through the speech. She wasn't here to study, how to hit things. She was hear to be an intern and figure out what she wanted to do with her life. Though if she was to listen to her mom's plan... was to get knocked up and have babies. Only one problem with that easily followable plan. She needed to find someone who even had the remotest interest for getting into her panties. Which considering her current, and perpetual single status, didn't look possible.

Once everything was said and done, Aunt Glynda came to collect her. While the victims, as Joan(Jaune) preferred to think of them, all got ready for Beacon's day one sleep-over, she followed her Aunt to her new home away from home.

"The room to the left is yours." Aunt Glynda informed Joan(Jaune). "You affects have all arrived so while initiation is happening, you can unpack, and get better settled."

"So what am I supposed to do here?" Joan(Jaune) asked.

"What do you mean sweetie? You're here to assist me in my classes."

"You teach teenagers how to beat each other up, Auntie." Joan(Jaune) pointed out. "How am I supposed to assist you in that?"

"You will be assisting me with various administrative tasks, in regard to my classes, and my workload as Deputy Headmistress."

"So I'm going to be your secretary? or is the term receptionist?" Joan(Jaune) tilted her head, pursing her lips as if thinking deeply. "Executive Assistant?"

"Joan(Jaune) do be a brat." Glynda chuckled. "You're my assistant, end of discussion."

"But Brat is my specialty!" Joan(Jaune) fake pouted,

"I'm sure it is. Now I'm ordering take out from the cafeteria. Anything special you would like for your first night here?"

"Bacon Double Cheese Burger with fries and gravy?"

"You should eat better." Glynda admonished.

"Why?" Joan(Jaune) asked. "You think if I start eating salads I'll suddenly get a growth spurt and have some good sized boobs?"

"You still on that Joan(Jaune)?"

"Duh. You, mom, my sisters... all of you, have bazongas worthy of legend... and what do I have?" Joan(Jaune) grabbed the front of her shirt and squeezed her chest. "I'm the president of the itty-bitty-titty club!"

"Joan(Jaune) enough. Get dressed for the night. I'll place your order and then we can sit down and watch some movies."

"Grimm-oids and Grimm-oids 2 Aftershocks?"

"You and your taste in films." Glynda rolled her eyes, before shooting her niece a warm smile. "Of course."

"Yes!" Joan(Jaune) cheered, as she spun about and made her way to her new room. "Finally this place is looking up!"

"What would you like to drink Joan(Jaune)?"

"Cola!" came the reply. "Can I get a box of Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Crunch?"

"Why would you want that garbage?"

"I don't know? Let's see, I think it tastes good, especially dry, and oh yeah! Hot red-head on the box!" Joan(Jaune) replied, "Plus I need like fifteen more tops to get the pink version of my hoodie!"

"I'll ask. Anything else?"

"Nope."

Glynda shook her head, but was smiling and chuckling. She had missed spending time with Joan(Jaune) and her sisters. These last few years had been rough, and it was nice to have some family close by again. Opening the cafeteria after hours app, Glynda put in her order. Once it was confirmed, she went to her own room to get changed.

Thirty minutes later she and Joan(Jaune) were cuddled up on Glynda's couch. Watching a horrible, but entertaining creature-feature-comedy-horror movie. Food wrappers and beverage containers cluttered the coffee table. While in Joan(Jaune)'s lap was an open box of cereal which she was eating like popcorn.

(A/N - I think that's enough leeching off of @pilot-boi's artwork. This may get another post or two... If I can figure out what I was trying to do with it. Anyway hope you enjoyed. If you like the artwork, drop by the artist's Tumblr and give them a like. TTYL)

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The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc

( MASTER LIST )

Glynda was a little concerned when Coco Adel, came storming out of Joan(Jaune)'s room, with Joan(Jaune) in tow. Coco also had her scroll out and was giving instructions.

"Tell Yats to bring the wardrobe to class three, and you bring your camera Bun-Bun." I have a new muse and must create!"

Joan(Jaune) sent her Aunt a pleading look, seeking help, and Glynda just shot her often times pain in the ass niece a smile. Joan(Jaune)'s hopeful look fell into one of despair and betrayal. Glynda pushed it aside. She was secure in her knowledge that Joan(Jaune) would know better that to get back at her... then she remembered... this is Joan(Jaune) she was thinking about.

Twenty minutes later Joan(Jaune) was pulled through the double doors of class room three, to find a shy rabbit faunus with a camera, a veritable tree of a young man leaning on the top of a double doored wardrobe. With a pull and a flick Coco spun Joan(Jaune) into the center of the room.

"Coco?"

"This Velvet is Joan(Jaune), Goodwitch's niece, and TA." Coco informed her teammates. "She's adorable, but when I saw her clothes... somethign had to be done."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Joan(Jaune) shot back, her hands on her hips, and a scowl on her face.

"Aside from the outfit you wore to class... EVERYTHING!" Coco retorted. "Outdated, ill fitting, UGLY!"

"Well, I'll be in the dorm working on my history paper. Call if you need me." the tree of a young man commented before walking off.

"Thanks Yats." Coco called after him, her eyes never leaving Joan(Jaune). "So angel here's the deal. This is going to count as going out for coffee. I'm going to create outfits for you to wear. Then you're going to model them so Velvet here can take pictures of them."

"I refuse." Joan(Jaune) stated as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, this is an offer you can't refuse." Coco responded, a smirk on her face, as she closed on Joan(Jaune), only to be surprised when Joan(Jaune) stood her ground glaring at her. "So first we need to get that hideous outfit off you."

"Try it and lose fingers." Joan(Jaune) growled. "I bite."

"Don't temp me with a good time sweetie." Coco responded, wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. "Vel the screen please."

Joan(Jaune) started to back away as Velvet, the rabbit faunus moved to the wardrobe, opened the massive doors and pulled out a three paneled folding dressing screen. Joan(Jaune) stopped and gave Coco a questioning look.

"I pick the outfit, you go behind the screen and change." Coco noticed Joan(Jaune)'s semi conflicted and confused look, and started to chuckle. "Sorry angel but full frontal is reserved for at least date three!"

"Like I would ever want to see you in the nude!" Joan(Jaune) shot back.

"Don't know it until you try it." Coco rebutted. 'Anyway, enough wasting time. We have work to do!"

Forty minutes and two dozen outfits found Joan(Jaune) emotional, mentally and physically drained. She tried for the first ten minutes to resist Coco, but Joan(Jaune)'s will was utterly crushed under Coco's personality. So currently Joan(Jaune) found herself seated on an ornate patio chair, next to an equally ornate table, with a very elegant tea set upon it.

Joan(Jaune) had no idea where Coco and Velvet were getting the props. All she was sure of that she was now draped in a flowing white and sky blue evening style dress. The dress had a long skirt, that reached her ankles, but was split up the left side all the way to just below her hips. The top of the dress was almost a corset, with a pale pink chiffon top, covering her from the bust to her chin. On her hands were sky blue opera gloved. Her legs were encased with white thigh highs, and her feet were adorned by a wickedly tall set of sky blue stiletto heels.

But it didn't stop there. Coco gave her a light dusting of make up, eye shadow to make her vivid blues pop. A pale red lip gloss, the faintest touch of blush. Joan(Jaune)'s hair was also assaulted. Smoothed and styled into a side bang, with the final touch being a a wide brimmed sun hat. About her throat was a pink choked, and rose shaped earrings hung from her ears.

"Oh, she's a master piece!" Coco exclaimed.

"Not good enough." Velvet spoke up. "The image is too lopsided. We need something on the other side of the table to balance her out."

"Like a giant teddy bear?" Coco asked.

"Too childish. She looks sophisticated, so we need..." Velvet stopped talking when the door creaked open. "HER!"

Coco was on the move before Weiss could register Velvet's comment. Why was Weiss even there Joan(Jaune) couldn't care less. However if she did, it would have come as a surprise that Weiss had been spying on them for a good twenty minutes. While Weiss couldn't care less about the outfits, she did find the subject wearing those outfits mesmerizing. A thought to get closer overrode her desire to stay hidden... hence the opening of the door.

Five minutes later Weiss was sitting across from Joan(Jaune) in a slightly darker, more risqué version of Joan(Jaune)'s outfit.

"Perfect!" Velvet called out from behind her camera. "Okay look at each other, and..."

The flash of the camera going off multiple times over the course of a couple seconds, was followed by a repositioning and a changing out of the tea set with playing cards and a cribbage board. A burst of photos, and another scene and prop change. There were no more wardrobe changes, Coco having found what she declared was the perfect out for both of them.

On this continued for another forty minutes.

(A/N - The artist, who I've created everywhere until this post is okay with me using the image. And to not inundate her feed, I will stop tagging her in these posts. She is created in the master list.)

(A/N#2- One last shout out. Thank you to @pilot-boi for letting me play with this doodle. She does really good work, and has some great AU's, to explore.)

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The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc

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Glynda Goodwitch's face twisted into a cruel grin, when she saw her rather flustered niece dealing with Ms Coco Adel. It was to Professor Goodwitch that Ms Adel was VERY interested in her niece, and that sparked a rather petty thought. No she couldn't. It would be improper. While the rest of the class noticed Professor Goodwitch's arrival, and quickly prepared to pay attention in class.

Joan(Jaune) and Coco seemed oblivious to her presence. When her shadow fell over the pair, they looked up. Coco giving Glynda a smile, while Joan(Jaune) looked utterly relieved.

"May I ask why you are perched upon my desk, Ms Adel?"

"Sorry, Professor, I guess I wasn't thinking." Coco answered

"And what is so distracting that you would not only be on my desk, but also not ignoring the opportunity this free time afforded to you to pursue academic endeavors?"

"This angel." Coco replied with out hesitation.

"I see." Glynda commented, her smirk getting a little more noticeable. So noticeable that Joan(Jaune) blanched in fear. "I must ask that you please refrain from... courting my niece during class time."

"Your niece?" Coco asked, a little surprised at the offered information.

"Yes my niece, and as she is a blood relation and here at beacon under my supervision..."

"I was just complimenting her, asking her name, and seeing if she wanted to go for a coffee." Coco admitted.

"Joan(Jaune) did you NOT introduce yourself?"

"She didn't either!" Joan(Jaune) tried to defend herself.

"Is that correct, Ms Adel?" Glynda asked, her smirk growing into a smile. "That is rather rude to be asking my niece out without giving her a name."

"My apologies." Coco responded, her face lighting up at the mention of a date.

"Forgive. So has she given you an answer?"

"Not yet." Coco admitted.

"Well I for one, feel it would be GOOD for you to meet some new people Joan(Jaune). Maybe someone that could show you around Vale?"

"Auntie?" Joan(Jaune) gasped.

"Yes, I feel a coffee date with Ms Adel would do you good Joan(Jaune). It would get you out of our lodgings, and who knows maybe you could make some friends."

"But..."

"Ms Adel, you may pick Joan(Jaune) up from our quarters after classes..." Glynda informed the fashionista. "BUT, if after this meeting Joan(Jaune) rebuffs you apparently romantic intentions... you will respect that."

"Of course Professor Goodwitch."

"Good. Now I'll see you after classes end for the day." Glynda informed Coco while Joan(Jaune) looked completely devastated, about her approaching fate. "Please return to your seat."

Joan (Jaune) went through the rest of the day, in a daze. Her mind rolling between fear of Coco, despair at her flesh and blood throwing her to the sharks. Wondering if this was all payback for the chaos she instigated with Pyrrha, ren and Nora. Or if Coco and Aunt Glynda both saw something in her, that she had yet to admit to herself.

When the day ended, Joan(Jaune) vanished into her room, and changed into her more normal clothes. She loved the the outfit she wore for work, but after it was all said and done. A tee, her hoodie, loose jeans, and sneakers where her true style. That was how she answered the door, when Coco knocked.

"No." Coco firmly stated. "Not happening."

"Oh sorry, this is what I... EEP!" Joan(Jaune) yelped. "What... what are you doing?"

"Getting you changed into something more appropriate for out date." Coco informed Joan(Jaune) as she lead Joan(Jaune) through the apartment. After Professor Goodwitch, who was checking her tablet while sitting on the couch, directed her with a pointed finger to Joan(Jaune) to her room. "Thank you."

"Auntie?"

"Door stay's at least partially open, and NO means NO." Glynda commented never looking up from her tablet.

"AUNTIE!!!" Joan(Jaune) cried out as Coco pulled her through the doorway into the interior to her room.

Did Glynda feel a little petty, and guilty for setting up this on Joan(Jaune)? Yes, she did. But she trusted Coco not to overstep, and knew Joan(Jaune) needed to make some friends despite her often times prickly personality. Joan(Jaune) was a very forward person, ready to speak her mind at the drop of a hate, and to act often in an impulsive manner.

Yet she kept herself closed off, and people mostly at arm's length. The entire family knew if had something to do with prom, but Joan(Jaune) never did expand on what had happened. Glynda and Joan(Jaune)'s mother figured heartbreak.

(A/N - Probably the last update with @pilot-boi's image attached. I really should have asked to be using it, and now I'm feeling guilty for not doing that in the first place.

Considering everything that has happened so far... I can see a pandora's box being opened soon... wonder how that will work out? Thank for reading, sharing, liking and making comments.)

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The TA -- Joan(Jaune) Arc

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"Joan(Jaune), please come out of the closet."

"I never thought I'd hear you say those words." Joan(Jaune) chuckled awkwardly as she open the door and peeked out through the door. "Is it safe?"

"Depends on your definition of... safe." Glynda responded her face fixed in a displeased scowl. "Now get out here."

"Yes Auntie." Joan(Jaune) spoke in a submission tone, as she fully open the door, pausing at the sight of the gouges that marred the door's exterior surface.

"Explain." Glynda instructed her niece, her facial expression moving into the dreaded, I'm disappointed in you stare.

"Explain? What's there to explain?" Joan(Jaune) swallowing nervously and starting to fidget under the unrelenting gaze of her Aunt. "You know how unstable this... um kids are."

"Really? Unstable you say? Nothing to explain?" Glynda's look once again changed becoming THE GLARE. "You have much to explain. Firstly why is Ms Valkyrie currently being sedated, while yelling about dainty deliciousness, Kiss of Death and a Soul Sucking Succubus?"

"OR, why Ms Nikos, is now comatose?" Glynda questioned cutting of Joan(Jaune)'s response. "Maybe you can tell me how Mr Ren is currently being checked out for a possible concussion?"

"Well, um..."

"Maybe you would like to give me a reason why I had to leave my first class of the day, of the year to help the medical staff regain control of their workspace?"

"Where would you like me to start?"

"Ms Valkyrie."

"Well, um... I sort of made her feel me up, and she's not slightly obsessed with my chest now."

"Why?"

"She said I didn't have a chest worth noticing, so I proved her wrong."

"Continue."

"Well then I discovered that Pyrrha was having a crisis about her sexual orientation... she is severely repressed." Joan(Jaune) continued in her explanation, "SO I tried to talk to her about it."

"Is that all?"

"No, so I got frustrated with her denseness so I used Ren, as an example and kissed him... he's a good kisser, just needs some practice." Joan(Jaune) offered.

"Really?" Glynda's expression didn't change, in the slightest.

"Yes? Anyway Pyrrha wasn't getting the point so I kissed her as well." Joan(Jaune) admitted, "She didn't take it very well."

"And Mr Ren's possible concussion?"

"After Pyrrha when limp fish, Ren also collapsed, and Nora declared me a Soul Sucking Succubus with a Kiss of Death."

"I see." Glynda sighed as she dropped The GLARE, and pinched her nose. "Not even one day. One day, with out ridiculousness."

"I'm sorry?"

"Be that as it may, you're still grounded."

"WHAT? YOU... you can't do that!"

"I can, and just did. One week of no setting foot outside of Beacon or our apartment unless it is to fulfil the duties of your position." Glynda's tone allowed no room for discussion. "Now head back to the class room, dismiss the first year class and inform the Second year class that it I will be delayed. They are to use that free time to better themselves. Understood?"

"Yes Auntie."

Ten minutes later Joan(Jaune) was doing as instructed. The first years evacuated the class faster than, her prom date's climax while taking her first time, in the backseat of his dad's car. The second years were very much more disciplined and took the time to study, or finishing upcoming homework. Without much else to do, Joan(Jaune) started going through her Aunt's paperwork.

About ten minutes in, a shadow fell over her. Looking up Joan(Jaune) and seeing the extremely fashionable young woman sitting on the edge of her Aunt's desk. Joan(Jaune) felt she was being visually undressed and devoured.

"Can I help you?"

"Maybe. It depends."

"Depends on what?" Joan(Jaune) didn't like where this was going.

"If you're single, like girls and want to get a coffee?"

"Yes, yes also boys, and no." Joan(Jaune) answered, before asking, "And who might you be Ms?"

"Coco Adel, angel."

Joan(Jaune) froze. The warning her Aunt had given her jumping to the forefront of her mind.

"Oh, you heard of me!" Coco smiled, before leaning in closer and purring her next words. "All good things I... HOPE."

Not for the first time in her relatively short life, Joan(Jaune) was praying for her Aunt to save her.