AN: A story based off of Oobidoobi's work "Paternal Message" and based off of one of my one shots from "A View Into The Multiverse!".

Hope y'all enjoy now.

Disclaimer: Image used is not mine.


"So tell me, Jaune. How have these long years been treating you?" A spirited yet gruff sounding voice said from the other end of a scroll call. He was a giant bald red eyed man in his prime wearing a business outfit.

A young scraggly blonde in his bunny pajamas rolled his deep blue eyes with a smile on his lips, relaxing on the top of a bunk bed in his dorm room. "I'm fine dad. And it's only been a year since I came here."

"Not what your sisters think." The father chuckled. "Seriously, it's pretty much 'how's Jaune doing, still at beacon, does he need more clothes, has anyone tried to defile him, and did he ask me to come over yet?' and all that jazz." He listed off. Typical Arc sisters worrying over the youngest sibling. "So... have a girlfriend yet?"

Jaune chuckled a bit nervously as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, I have a bunch of lady friends."

"A bunch of girlfriends?" He asked in a sing song voice. "A soon to be eighteen year old bachelor like you has to be mingling right now."

Jaune sighed. Sometimes he wondered if his paternal side had harem dreams and were trying to live them vicariously through him. "Not really..." He muttered just audible enough for it to be heard through the scroll.

Visibly, his dad looked a bit more sad and put on an understanding smile. "Are you still upset about -"

Jaune shook his head and quickly cut him off. "That's not it," he said a bit hastily. "It's just... I don't really have the charm."

"Bullheads!" His dad huffed before he then smirked and gave Jaune a thumbs up. "Guy like you with the Arc genes?! Son, you'll drown people in charm!" He guffawed. Jaune started to smile as he felt himself being pumped up. "By the way, Jaune, your mother sent you a message. I'll talk to you later kiddo."

"Alright, see ya dad." He hung up and proceeded to check his messages. He found a recent one from his mother, who was clearly intoxicated as she wrote it, and it translated to -

'Jaune, I have very wonderful news for you! I've found you a marriage contract as a birthday gift. Her name is Cinder Fall and she seems like an interesting lady. Apparently, she is a master at espionage, planning, and sabotage with skills in pyrokinesis! She'll be arriving at Beacon some time this week!' - Juniper Arc, your loving mother, XOXO!

"What?!" He yelled out in shock. Usually his dad setup such contracts. Mom was the one who... saved her baby boy if you will. This was odd, very odd. He got another message and opened it. It was a picture of a woman, who he presumes was Cinder Fall. A woman in a crimson and yellow V neck dress, black shorts, and black high heels. She had jet black hair and amber colored eyes. To say she was a looker would be putting it rather lightly.

Without warning his alarm clock went off and that signaled the time to get up and get ready for class. Jaune sighed and decided to go about his day normally.


Later that day within the locker rooms of Beacon

"A marriage contract!?" Weiss shouted from hearing such a thing. "Ugh, someone being forced to marry a dunce like him... I could only imagine their agony and/or possible disappointment." Weiss groaned as she face palmed.

"I'm more concerned for Jaune's sake." Pyrrha muttered. "Who knows what type of woman she is?"

"Trust me, P - Money, Weiss-cream is just as concerned for him as you." Yang interjected. "She just likes to play the hard way."

Weiss rolled her eyes, deciding she wouldn't even dignify that with a response. Though the word hypocrite could be heard. Ruby on the other hand looked concerned like Pyrrha. "Guys, we need to focus. Jaune could be in danger for all we know and as his friends, we need to check this lady out carefully when she gets here." The little red head told them.

"Don't worry you guys!" Nora said as she brandished her hammer. "If she tries any of that gold digger nonsense, I'll break her legs! The rest will be to you of course."

Blake, the only faunus of the group, rolled her eyes despite her attention mostly on her book. "I think you're all overreacting as of now. And it's not like Jaune can't refuse."

All eyes turned to Weiss. "What?"

"You ARE the closest thing here we have to royalty." Yang reasoned. "So, can he refuse or not?"

The heiress sighed. "Stereotyping, how becoming of you." She muttered. "It's a possibility, but from what I know, the contracts aren't binding. No one will be forced to do anything." Her eyes looked to the side and there was a little flush in her cheeks. "It not like it's a promise." She said mostly to herself.

"What was that?" RBYP all asked.

"N-nothing!" Weiss told them before shaking her head. "Ugh, you four and your Arc lust. Me and Nora are the only sensible ones here." She said as she ignored the sputtering of the two red heads. Yang and Blake just rolled their eyes, though it felt a bit forced.

Nora cocked and eyebrow as she gave Weiss a questioning look. "But what about the picture you told me about from when you -"

"NORA!" Weiss was as red as Pyrrha's hair now.

"Whoopsies."

So enthralled in their conversation of Jaune, marriage, and big mouths, they didn't notice that they were being watched by a certain faunus with a knack for photography.


Inside a tomb within the abandoned lands with a team of archaeologists and mercenaries.

"Incredible." Were the words breathed out by a an old archeologist. "Just as the doctor told us about... perfectly preserved grimm queens." On the far side of the large tomb was stone wall. A gray stone wall containing the forms of perfectly preserved grimm queens. Anthropomorphic grimm with the perfect shapes of women. Despite the humanoid appearance, they were said to be the strongest form of grimm to ever spawn.

Here, preserved in stone, a beowulf, ursa major, nevermore, deathstalker, queen taijitu, and even a nuckelavee. All of them queenly formed. One could imagine the negativity needed to fuel their power.

"Keep those lights shined on them." The old man told his team behind him. "I wish to look up close."

"Be careful doctor." One of his armed guards told him.

The archeologist paid him no mind. "Amazing." He whispered. Without thinking, he ran his hand along the structure. He heard a crack and saw it along the beowulf queens face, specifically her mouth. "What's this? A crack." He looked closer. He could almost here sound coming from it.

"Myers." One of his diggers said in a warning tone.

"Just a moment. I think I hear something." He put his ear near the mouth. The sound of sucking stopped for a moment.

"RRRRROOOOOO!" In a split second later, an explosive howl erupted from what was a statue. The howl was so strong, it blast the old man away, killing him thanks to the intensity of the sound blast. Everyone else recoiled, the archeologists longer than the mercenaries.

Everyone looked up in horror. The beowulf queen's head was free. She was a awake and burst from the stone like elegant body of negative that she was. Black all over most of her body, long spiky, red hair and glowing red eyes, bone white claws and bone plates covering her crotch, shoulders, upper thighs, and modest chest, as well a bone helmet with red markings. Her legs were still like those of a beowulf, albiet more slender and feminine, betraying the power truly within them.

She cracked her neck, unfazed by the stares of the mortals before her. (What new age is this?) She spoke in an unknown language. (You humans... you've made new toys.)

"What the hell did she say!?" A man yelled.

"Who cares?! Blast her!" All the mercenaries aimed their rifles while the archeologists scrambled for their pistols. The beowulf queen didn't need to know what these new toys were, but she immediately recognized hostility. With speed the would be shooters hadn't prepared for, she rushed through the crowd and sliced all of their guns in half.

"OUR GUNS!" They all cried before they turned to the queen who was already back by the stone wall. The humans were unable to move due to the fear over them.

With a smirk displaying her full fangs, she struck a pose. (Woof!) And slammed her clawed hands on the stone walls. (AWAKEN, MY SISTERS!)

Black mist began to envelope the wall and more cracks began to creep along it. Realizing what was happening, the humans found the will to run for their lives.

Crack, crack, crack!

One by one, each grimm queen was awakened. Ursa major, nevermore, deathstalker, queen taijitu, and the nuckelavee. All with signature pitch black skin, save for the white side of the taijitu queen, red hair, and bone plates on various places and on their craniums.

They all struck a pose. They had awoken and were more than ready to serve the queen and in turn, the all father. But first, they would have breakfast.


Meanwhile, at the fortress of doom! AKA home of Salem.

Salem sighed happily as she rested on her throne, her eyes closed as she felt the psychic waves. "I must reiterate, Watts. Excellent work on getting those fools to dig up and awaken my queens."

"It was no trouble at all my lady." The gentlemanly politician happily replied. "Those greedy buffoons were to easy to convince, more than ready to throw ethics aside for profit and glory."

"Indeed." She replied. "Now they can be of use to me yet again."

"If I may ask?" Watts looked towards his lady and she nodded. "What is it you intend to use them for?" Beings as strong as them had a number of uses, Watts knew that and had no doubt she would use them in a brilliant manner. Still, knowing the future never hurt anyone. At least not him.

"They are to be brides for my grandson as of his eighteenth birthday." Salem stated seriously.

"Ah...Okay," Watts got his answer and he needed no more.

"As you know, I want Jaune Arc to take up my mantle and in order to do so, he needs strong connections." Salem continued thus making Watts stay where he was, listening. "That also means he needs strong females other than his sisters. Strong females that can carry his powerful genes. Strong females who can be true queens."

Watts was feeling a bit uneasy, but he understood. "True, and your choices are more than up to the task, I'm sure. But what about your son and daughter in law?"

Salem sighed. "I trust their judgement in many regards. Spouses for Jaune however, I feel are more my area. Think about it, Watts...he hasn't sewn any seeds yet. And he is turning eighteen."

Watts nodded but was holding his tongue in actuality. As his mother once told him, "babies shouldn't make babies."

Salem looked out into the sky, in the direction of what would lead to Beacon. "The time of procrastination is over. This is the day that shall mark the start of my true heir, Jaune Arc, and his queens."


Headmaster's office of Beacon.

"I feel a storm approaching." Ozpin muttered as he sipped his extra strength coffee. 'Jaune's eighteenth birthday,' he internally mused, 'it's too quiet so far. It's almost noon.'

Ozpin knew that this day would come, where Jaune would officially be a man...by age. And with it would come trouble, from his adversary and the female gender in general, with a few extras to boot. Right now, all was quiet, but he knew a storm would come and eventually morph into a typhoon of chaos.

It was only a matter of time. The shady arrival of that lady and her two companions further solidified his danger senses.

"Ozpin," A voice took him from his thoughts. The intercom and it was Glynda's voice. "We have two intruders in the premises. A large bald man and a short lady with long blond hair. I'm going off to investigate."

A sip was Ozpin's first action. "So, it begins."