#melanie malachite

[juanarc-thethird]

So big fan of your “how to get your man” storyline but I got to know. Who is this mystery woman jaune is promised to?

Thank you, and I hope you're ready. ---------------------------------

How To Get Your Man 9

Previously…

Mama Arc: *serious* Sorry, but you can't marry my son.

Yang: *Confuse* Why can't I marry him?!

Mama Arc: Because he is already engaged to another girl.

Yang/Jaune: *Shock* HUH?! WITH WHO?!

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Outside the Arc's residency

Ruby: Can we get inside? My feet hurt.

Jaune: Just a moment Ruby.

Ruby: Ugh! *She whines*

Jaune: Mom, since when was I engaged? Nobody told me anything about this?!

Mama Arc: Don't you remember what your grandfather told you? If you don't get a fiancée by your 18th birthday, he would find you one. And since you never got one…

Yang: Wait what?

Jaune: I didn't think he was being serious!

Mama Arc: When he hasn't been?

Yang: I could have been his fiancée before his birthday?!

Jaune: Still, are you going to let me marry a stranger?!

Yang: I COULD HAVE BEEN HIS FIANCÉE BEFORE HIS BIRTHDAY?!

Jaune: Ok Yang, I need you to calm down. I'm trying to convince my mom not to make me marry a stranger!

Yang:...Sorry

Jaune: Thank you. *ahem* So mom, about this stranger.

Mama Arc: Oh Honey, she is not a strange. You already know her.

Jaune/Yang: I do?/He does?!

Weiss: *Excited* This is much better than a soap opera.

Blake: *Excited as well* Absolutely.

Mama Arc: She is…

The Arc's residency, Living room

Melanie: *Smiling and wearing a white dress* Hello, my name is Melanie Malachite, I'm Jaune's fiancee. Nice to see you again, Jaune.

Lil' Miss Malachite: What a handsome young man. You've grown a lot, Jaune.

Miltia: *On her phone* Sup.

Mama Arc: After you told me you were going to visit me. Invite the Malachite family so they can see you. Aren't you happy to finally see your childhood friends?

Jaune is shocked while Yang, well, I don't know the exact words to express her feelings right now.

Outside in the garden

Yang: *Screaming Angrily while her hair is heating like the sun itself* AAAAAAH!!

Weiss: *Looking at yang* Wow, so her enemy took her man….

Blake: *Also looking* Yep...

Weiss: Is it wrong for me to say that this plot is really good?

Blake: Honestly, I was thinking the same thing.

Weiss: *Surprise* Really?

Yang: AAAAAAAAAAH!!!!

Weiss: Are we bad friends?

Blake: No... ok, maybe a little.

Yang: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! *Burning the grass with the heat of her hair*

Weiss: Ok, we have to calm her down.

Blake: How?

Ruby: Leave it to me!

She says while she is dress as a firefighter and has a fire extinguisher in her hand.

#How To Get Your Man Au #jaune arc #jaune #rwby jaune arc #rwby jaune #yang xiao long #yang #rwby yang #rwby yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #ruby rose #melanie malachite #miltia malachite #Lil' Miss Malachite #rwby #rwby shitpost

[lesbianneopolitan]

'𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘢 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥.' - RWBY Roman Holiday Chapter 11: Trivial Pursuit.

#My art #RWBY #Trivia Vanille #Neopolitan #Miltia Malachite #Melanie Malachite #they're in the bg but HEY #Roman Holiday

[howlingday]

Melanie: You're wrong!

Miltia: Nuh-uh! You're wrong!

Roman: Hey, hey! What's with all the yelling?

Melanie: My sister refuses to acknowledge that my favorite Devil May Cry game is the best one!

Miltia: Nuh-uh! Mel just can't access that mine's better!

Roman: Cripes, you kids... Look, whatever beef you got, you don't gotta yell. Just tell me and I'll decide for you.

Melanie: Fine. Please tell Miltia how DMC is the best Devil My Cry!

Miltia: Ew! Gross! The remake is so garbage! Everyone knows the best Devil May Cry is Devil May Cry 2. Right, Roman?

Roman: ...

Roman: Your mother should've swallowed both of you.

#rwby #devil may cry #melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #roman torchwick

[brokentrafficknight]

Jaune x Lil Miss Malachite for more MILF ships

I don't have one of her sadly BUT have some other Malachites and a different MILF criminal to substitute

#rwby #jaune arc #raven branwen #knightflight #jaune x raven #malachite twins #melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #jaune x malachite twins

[logar3]

Jaune Arc/Melanie & Miltia Malachite - Double Trouble

#digital art #artwork #fanart #rwby #rwby fanart #digital drawing #ship art #jaune arc #melanie malachite #miltiades malachite

[didyoutrydynamite]

For Renegate AU, at what Moment Neo started to like Jaune?

Also, any plans on involving Lil' Miss in the plot? Would be interesting if the Twins were back at Mistral, as Beacon fell, I assume they returned home to their mother.

For Neo's feelings towards Jaune, there's at least a physical attraction from when the Renegades first forms. J-Man's cute and put on quite some muscle. When she starts considering a romantic attraction it would be about one third of the way through the Team's journey through Mistral when Neo has her big development Arc. I'm seriously considering scrapping the Pied Piper Musical Arc because guess what? Musicals do not translate well to paper, especially when you can't hear the music or see the dancing, so I'm going to do something else entirely. No matter what I go with though, it should be a big moment for Neo to begin seeing the Renegades as a new family, maybe literally in Jaune's case.

As for Lil Miss, she's involved like right after the Battle of Haven by brokering info on the Nikos Parents whereabouts for Jaune and Cinder.

During the early days of imaging Renegades, I had played around with the idea of the Malachite Twins becoming Renegades as well, but it never really shaped to anything. Would be fun to try and give Melanie and Militia their own little character stuff though.

#renegade au #neo politan #jaune arc #lil miss malachite #melanie malachite #miltia malachite

[problematic-rwby-shipping-poll]

I/NCEST BRACKET - ROUND TWO: ENABLER VS MALACEST

Propaganda is below the cut.

ENABLER

“they are incredibly close, also Ruby was totally jealous in vol9, she told me herself.”

“Yang basically raised Ruby and has been there for her since day one. Protective big sis Yang and her precious little rose. The dragon and her baby sister. They are just meant for each other. Not to forget that the red and yellow goes together so well.”

“The original! Before there was White Rose there was Enabler—it’s history really, and damn if they aren’t cute. Goth little sister x jock older sister, trying to protect your baby sister x trying to be as cool as your big sister? So good.”

MALACEST

"So many fics and they work because they have those vibes."

#rwby #problematic rwby shipping poll #ruby rose #yang xiao long #enabler #melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #malacest #i/ncest bracket #i/ncest bracket round two

[thislongstandinggrudge]

RWBY Japanese Special Edition Vol. 2 Post Card Illustrated by ChanXCO

#rwby #rwby scans #rwby postcards #junior xiong #malachite sisters #miltia malachite #melanie malachite #ChanXCO

[novankenn]

A Side kept hidden... (6)

( Table of Contents )

"Fuck." Melanie swore as she entered the private sitting room of Miss Nikos, and saw the state her sister was in. "Fuck."

Mel's body was still feeling the effects of the last time she herself suffered through the administrations of Pyrrha. The healing welts on her buttocks and thighs still stun as the fabric of her pants rubbed against them. Moving further into the room she proceeded to free her sister from her restraints.

The click of heels against tile, caused her to stiffen, and then shiver as a pair of strong arms snaked their way over her shoulders and down the front of her shirt.

"Your sister is such a darling..." Pyrrha's husky voice whispered into Mel's ear as her hands began to gently fondle her. "Please take good care of her while I'm away."

"Of... of course Miss Nikos." Mel stammered.

"You're such a good sister." Pyrrha purred as she indulged herself, "I wish I had one of my own... but alas... I'm an only child."

Mel flinched at an exceptionally hard squeeze. The hands were soon withdrawn from inside her shirt, and latched onto her shoulders. Mel wanted to resist, but she knew it was futile. Pyrrha's strength was insane, and any resistance would only spark additional molestation by the unhinged celebrity.

Now facing her "employer" Mel bit her bottom lip as Pyrrha placed a single finger under her chin, and tipped Mel's head upwards.

"I'll be gone for a little while." Pyrrha grinned at Mel, her luscious lips forming a sinister grin. "As per Mister Xiong's advice..."

"Understood Miss Nikos."

"When I return..." Pyrrha's smile grew darker, a light of excitement filling her emerald eyes. "I would... love... to send some quality alone time with you."

"I... I look forward to that Miss Nikos."

"Are you?"

"I..."

"Take care of yourself Mel," Pyrrha purred before leaning in and whispering directly into her ear, "I'm so looking forward to our... rendezvous... so very much looking forward to it."

With that Pyrrha turned and made her way to the ensuite bathroom. Mel shivered in revulsion and fear as the door closed behind the sadistic woman. Turning her attention to the sweaty, welt covered and panting sister, she proceeded to assist her to her feet.

"Are you okay?" Mel asked her twin in a hushed voice. "Did that bitch hurt y..."

"Miss' touch hurt so good..." Miltia partially moaned out. "So good..."

"Fuck." Mel cursed under her breath. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #horror themed #sadistic pyrrha #miltiades malachite #junior xiong #melanie malachite

[pilot-boi]

Hey so uh...

I'm guessing you haven't read "Roman Holiday" because uh...

I just figured I'd let you know that Melanie and Miltia were already in their early twenties five years prior to the series (back when Neo was 18) and thus their ships with Team RWBY should probably ALSO be marked red for the "massive age gap".

I get that they don't LOOK like they're in their mid-to-late twenties, but they are.

Oh yeah I haven’t read Roman Holiday. I’ve heard it’s good, I just haven’t had the chance

Thanks for the head’s up, though! I shall update the ship sheet accordingly

And by the way, I’d any of y’all have any rare pairs or updates you want me to make, please let me know. I’m also working on making platonic duo names, because I’ve always been a fan of those

#rwby #miltiades malachite #melanie malachite #mine #asks #swapauanon #shipping spreadsheet

[juanarc-thethird]

Are you winning, Sis? But with the malachite twins

Are you winning, Sis? Vr2

Melanie: *slams the door open* Are you winning, Sis?

Jaune: *Mating press the fuck out of Miltia*

Miltia: You can bet your ass I am! Oh fuck!~💕

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Miltia: *Opens the door* Are you winning, Sis?

Jaune: *Lying on the bed while moving his hips like a rabbit in heat*

Melanie: Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! OH FUCK!~💕

Miltia: Hey! He is mine!

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Door: *Close*

Jaune: *Stroking the head of both twins while they suck his cock*

Melanie/Miltia: *Slurp* *Lick* *Gwak* *Slurp*

#jaune arc #rwby #rwby jaune arc #rwby jaune #jaune #rwby shitpost #rwby melanie malachite #melanie malachite #rwby miltia malachite #miltia malachite #rwby smut #rwby lemon

[wu-sisyphus-gang]

Motion Sickness Chapter 22 Snippet

“Who’s this Melanie?” A voice purred from behind me. A girl’s voice. I ignored it because ignoring women was my MO.

“I don’t know Miltiades, some new huntsman.”

“He’s decent looking.”

“Tall, too.”

I looked around. There were two girls looking at me. They had dark hair and pale green eyes. I looked them up and down. “Are you talking to me?” I wondered. It went against my MO. Explicitly, even. One had a pair of silver blades attached to white boots to match the overall ensemble of a white dress. The other had red claws strapped to her back. The red claws matched a tighter red dress than the girl in white who could only be a sister. Maybe a cousin if I was stretching.

They looked damn near identical, though, so I was really stretching. 

“Who else would we even be talking to?” I looked around, the girl in white made a fair point. There was nobody even close to me. They were to either side of me out in the open. 

“So what brings a huntsman like you down here?” The girl in red asked. 

“I’m with him.” I pointed to Qrow, not seeing any point to lying. I pushed him into this place afterall. Out in the open. “Need to get him back on his feet but we’re a little short on cash.”

“And what is he to you?” The girl in red asked.

“He’s not much to be completely and totally honest. Family of a friend,” I answered vaguely. “I didn’t catch your names.”

“I’m Melanie Malachite.” The girl in white introduced herself. “And this is-”

“Miltia.” The other finished. Malachite, like the woman in charge. Well I'd better be polite and not fuck things up. That was all the advice I’d been given. 

“Well, can I buy the two of you a drink? Or drinks, rather?” I doubted they would be sharing.

Instead they just giggled a little at me. Cute girls laughing at me was nothing new though and after a few years it meant surprisingly little. Girls like this tended to laugh like that. It would be better for my sanity if I didn’t take it personally.

“I thought you were short on cash.” Miltia returned, hiding her smile behind a hand and failing. Probably intentionally.

“Short on cash for a pair of legs. Not for three drinks.” I lifted my glass to my lips. It was already empty and the glass clinked around in no liquid. “Make that four drinks. What’ll you two have?”

“A white russian,” Miltia said.

“A hurricane.”

I ordered for them and another whiskey for me. Then I slid the red drink to the girl in white and the white drink to the girl in red. I was sixty percent sure they were fucking with me. Somehow. And it was totally working. They were messing with my head completely and totally and probably for kicks. 

But they took drinks from their cocktails with a familiarity that threw me off. Maybe they did drink these exact drinks a bit. I nursed my own, making sure to take it slower on my second glass of something straight. 

The last thing Qrow and I needed was for me to be wasted. 

"So where are you from?" Melanie pulled back from her red drink and bounced out the words. I hope she wasn't clumsy because that drink would stain like a nightmare on her white clothes. 

"Vale. I, uh, I used to go to Beacon." I took my weapons off my back and set them on the stool to my left. The stool on my right was occupied by Miltia. 

"We're from Vale too." Miltia said. 

"Not really the biggest fans of Beacon students but we can make an exception."

"Lucky me." I slipped. "Well the 'ex-Beacon student' is kinda important anyways. I left that place behind after the attack."

"We left with the collapse as well." Melanie added. 

"Decided it just wasn't safe enough." Miltia clarified. 

"Makes sense. I was out of there in a hurry myself. How did you two get here then?"

"Airship." Miltia informed me. 

"Our parents own several so we just flew." They  were sisters, then. 

"Must have been nice," I let myself grumble. The thought of my feet aching from walking ached. 

"Sounds like there's a story to how you got here." Miltia pressed. 

"I walked, rode horses, and took a train. Just extra steps comparatively. More monsters, you know?"

Melanie blinked. “You ride horses?”

“Well aren’t you a regular old fashioned knight.” She eyed me in my thick armor. She may be reading into my look and figuring some other things. They were all wrong but she was figuring some things.

"I had to learn on the way. It's not like that."

"Did Qrow Branwen teach you?"

"You two know Qrow?"

"We know about Qrow." Miltia corrected. 

"Some hunters are famous like that."

"Him and his sister are both well known but there are others too." 

"Winter Schnee, Glynda Goodwitch, General Ironwood." Melanie counted. 

"Well Qrow didn't teach me that but I suppose he is mentoring me in other things."

"Like what?" Miltia asked. 

"Like being a better fighter, I guess. He knows a lot about how to kill things, and not much else to be on the level with you." I reached the bottom of my drink and debated with myself before ordering another one. I was on the heavy side anyways, so it should be fine? "I really try not to take his advice on other things."

“You’re a heavy drinker.” Melanie watched me order more whiskey. 

"Yeah. That's one of those things I really don't want to pick up from Qrow but it might be too late. I might have the sort of addictive personality that leans that way."

"You're not sure?"

"I'm really not the kind of guy that goes to bars much."

"You seem like a regular to bar or club life."

"Yeah. With the right haircut you could be a plain old ladykiller."

I blushed. "I don't think so..."

"Come on."

“I know, let us give you a makeover.”

"Nobody likes a good-looking guy with no confidence."

"Nobody likes a guy with the wrong kind of confidence either. Trust me on that one." I thought of Weiss. She really hadn’t been all that into me. Like at all. But hot girls not liking me was nothing new to my life. It was the rule and there were two redheaded exceptions. Weiss was… probably a friend? Now? I wasn’t really sure. I learned to dislike her a little as a self defense mechanism. And to be fair, while that was probably an unhealthy coping mechanism, it kept me slitting my wrists the short way rather than the long way. I sucked on my third drink. My vision was getting a little shaky and my lips and face a little looser. "Where did you girls train?"

"Train?"

"Get your huntswomen training, I mean."

"Huntswomen," Miltia giggled. 

"I know he's so careful." Melanie laughed back. 

"Listen, I have gotten my ass beat by so many women that it pays to jump through that kind of hoop. It just does."

"We don't have any formal training." Miltia returned to the previous question. 

"We're from the mean streets of Vale."

"We're with the gang so…" Miltia finished. 

"I see." I nodded along. 

"You think it doesn't count?" Melanie prompted. 

"It's probably more real than any training someone gets at like, Signal." I disagreed with her implication. "My real training came from after Beacon fell, in the wild. Hunting criminals and real Grimm instead of practice dummies or training partners."

"Plus whatever Branwen is teaching you."

"Eh." I managed. "The chair happened around the same time that I met him. Most of the training he has given me has been verbal rather than hands on. All-l, really-y." I slurred slightly. 

"You seem perfectly capable anyways."

"Maybe gang life would suit you."

I watched Miltia trade drinks with Melanie. They took a pull from the others' drink in perfect synchronization. At my look she leaned over. "We don't mind sharing things." She winked. 

"Uh huh." I managed stupidly. “So what kind of haircut should I get? Asking for a friend.”

“I don’t know.... What do you think Melanie?”

“Well he looks alright now but he could tame it even more. Slick it back and nice and short. Nothing to grab onto but it would be smooth.”

“Yeah, he’s sort of in between right now. Like go scruffy or comb it over. Pick one and commit.”

“Pick one and commit…?” I trailed.

‘Yeah. You’re scruffy-”

“But not full on scruffy. And you have the comb over-”

“But you didn’t commit to it. If you’d pick one and go with that one who knows what could follow.”

“No one likes a guy who’s indecisive.”

“Seems to me like you girls don’t like a lot of guys,” I cut in. “Indecisive, no confidence, wrong confidence. Boy, is there anything about me girls actually like. I’m honestly asking.”

“What should your angle be? You mean?” Miltia asked.

“Yeah? What cards do I play? I’m too nice for edgy and too honest for mysterious.”

“Well you’re tall and broad so you’ve got that going for you,” Melannie pointed out. “Everyone likes a huntsman. Who doesn’t like a huntsman?”

“Nobody.”

“Okay, I hear that. Let me ask you something. I met the most beautiful girl in the world when I was at Beacon. A smart, gorgeous huntress. Let’s say I was really trying to impress this girl and I tried everything I could think of. I tried singing. I tried asking her to the dance. I tried asking her alone and in groups and in and out of classes. I tried it all. Okay? I tried literally everything and the kitchen sink.”

“And nothing worked?” Melannie asked. 

“Nothin’,” I said. “Nothin’ worked. Not a damn thing. I think she hated me.”

“Well it sounds like you were trying too hard. Nobody likes that.”

“And if you’re going to go honest you have to commit.”

“C-o-m-m-i-t,” Melanie hit the back of her hand into her palm with each letter. She spelled it out for me which was good because I’m fuckin’ stupid. “Honest is fine.”

“Honest is good, even. But if you’re dishonest in any way a smart girl will smell that from a mile away. You said she was smart right?”

“The smartest.”

“So what did you really do?”

“We can’t tell you unless you’re completely honest with us,” Melannie ordered. 

“Real talk?” I asked. “I… I tried to fake my confidence… and most of my personality...”

“Yeah that’s not gonna work.”

“That’s not gonna work at all,” Miltia agreed. “You can't play the nice guy card and then try and fake it like that. A girl just knows.”

“A girl totally just knows. We would notice if you were faking it right now. It’s like a guy faking their orgasm. It’s not a thing.”

“It’s not like girls can really fake it either…” I pointed out. “It’s pretty obvious and world shaking when a girl finishes for real. And when you do it right she isn’t sure if she wants more or less. Can’t fake that. Come on.”

“He knows…” Melannie trailed. 

“He’s onto our entire gender.”

“Who would have thought?”

“Scraggly, tall, and blonde has moves in the bedroom.”

“Please,” I waved off. “It’s so stupid easy to make girls come. It’s literally brain dead. If I can do it, anybody can. The clitoris and G-spot are not hard to find. You can make a girl finish even when she is begging you not to.”

“Can you not with guys?” Miltia asked.

“Not a chance. It’s easy to get a guy into it but if he’s not completely into it you cannot get him off. Bet.”

“Is that a challenge?” Melannie wondered. “Are you challenging us?”

“Bet,” I repeated. I finished my drink. 

#melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #Jaune arc #weiss schnee #qrow branwen #rwby #ff7 #motion sickness

[howlingday]

Junior: So, do we have a deal or what?

Roman: Well, first, I need you to clear something up about those twins who work for you.

Junior: Yes, they're over eighteen.

Roman: No! I meant I'm not sure which one is the red one and which one is the white one.

Junior: Oh, my sincerest apologies, Mr. Torchwick. I didn't realize you were colorblind. (Pointing to each one) This is the red one. And this is the white one.

Melanie: Hey.

Militia: 'Sup?

Roman: That’s not what I- That doesn't- ugh, forget it.

He wouldn't have to answer if not for the fact that there was that one time they swapped clothing and had him beaten for not being able to tell them apart. Worst babysitting job ever.

#rwby #roman torchwick #melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #junior xiong

[brokentrafficknight]

Have you done a ship of the Malachite Twins and Weiss? I’d call it, or any of the Schnees with the Twins, Candy Cane.

#rwby #melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #malachite twins #weiss schnee #candy cane

[heliosthegriffin]

Bad girls love good men: The thirding

Jaune’s house was a big place, big enough for a elephant to wander in and get lost inside, large enough for a family of elephants in fact, tall too reaching far enough into the sky for one to get vertigo if they were to peer down.

It was also made entirely of wood, which itself came from interlocking, intertwining, leafy green living trees, of no particular breed, species, or creed, just the ones Jaune thought looked nice, much to the scientists he worked with to make his house, annoyances.

They’re were also animals living inside, yes, including elephants, but no one quite had any good ideas on how to get them out, and Jaune decided to leave them be, as he was too scared to find out how they got into his house in the first place. Also, before he turned his house into a home for troubled women, he had been very lonely, and enjoyed the company.

They also had quite powerful auras from snacking on the ever-growing home.

----

Outside the home, stood two young women, one dressed in red, and the other, white.

They looked tired and annoyed, having to hike a good twelve miles from the nearest town to get here. But, they had no choice, as otherwise they would have been dragged here.

The one in red, Miltia opened the gate, flinging the wooden gate open with a shove, and went to knock on the door, shouting angrily “Hey, we’re here for rehab,”

Melanie, the one in white, walked up next to her, pulling they’re luggage. “Or whatever! So open up!”

The door creaked open, revealing a quiet and dark welcoming room. It held quite a oppressive and evil air, in the middle of which was green haired girl, who ruined the air by sprinting out and tackling the two the ground.

A explosion followed her out, blowing them across the yard and into the tree line. It was a very impressive explosion, yellow, blue and green fire exhaling out of the house in a wave of force and heat.

The house of course being unharmed, aside from some slight burn marks that quickly disappeared.

The same could not be said for the lawn, which was bald as a baby, the earth scorched black and burning, with a unpleasant smell. Which, strangely enough, quickly disappeared, as the oppressively powerful life force of the House, saturated the lawn, and began to slowly regrow it.

Emerald shakily rose off the ground, dressed in full tactical body-armor, helmet and knee pads included, she had a crossbow slung around her shoulder with a quiver of syringes on her hip. The young woman had a long, far away look that showed signs of her being somewhat scared and shocked, but her body betrayed the fact this was not the first time something like this had happened.

She drugged the groaning and somewhat crispy forms of the Malachite twins behind a particularly thick and sturdy looking tree, maybe even a off-shoot of the House?

Emerald waited for them to wake up, then shoved a bag into they’re arms.

“Welcome to Arc House,” She said with a smile. “Hope you’re ready to pick a side, because, it’s either Taco Tuesday or Burger Tuesday,” She loaded her crossbow. “I hope you make the right decision, cause Jaune is letting us pick dinner tonight.”

The twins sweated nervously.

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Jaune wandered the kitchen, pulling Neo in a red wagon behind him, the little gremlin being chained to the wagon was only a minor detail. The tall blonde going around the kitchen assembling spices and ingredients for tonight dinner, Emeralds side had won the little scuffle today, and with only minor damages! He was so proud, but he would have been proud regardless of who won.

As long as it wasn’t Neo.

She had lost the right to pick a side after she choose her side, and decided only her side could win, even if she had to lose.

Anyway, they were going to have taco’s tonight.

Another explosion rocked the house, and two blacked haired girls feel through the ceiling, Jaune catching one in each arm, much to they’re pleasant surprise.

“Hello, you’re Miltia,” He said to the one in Red, then turned to the one in White. “And you’re Melania, good to meet you two, dinner will be ready at just a few minutes.”

After a entire day of warfare, intimidation, and violence, it was near enough to break the two girls, but being caught into Jaune’s arms, and actually receiving a pleasant welcoming, was enough to melt them.

“Like thanks,” Miltia said with a blush.

“Like, alot,” Melania added looking away. “We’re happy, to be here.”

Jaune sat them down at the dinner table, much to the twins displeasure, Jaune having to shake them off a little. “Great,” Then with a snap of his fingers, a sound like thunder erupted around the house. “Green Team Wins! Today is Taco Tuesday!”

They’re a small cry of happiness from somewhere in the house, but the Twins would be at a lost to tell you where it came from, in fact, they weren’t even sure how they fell into the kitchen, considering they were in the pool house.

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At dinner, they’re was a lot of glaring and snide comments, but no complaints about dinner itself.

Soon, the twins found themselves in they’re room, and they had one question.

“That was just one afternoon right?” Miltia asked.

“Right.” Melanie confirmed.

“What’s a full day like, then?” Miltia asked.

“Oh.” Melania realized.

Miltia looked up. “Well, at least that hunks here, so it’s not all bad.”

“Right.” Melanie agree.

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#Jaune Arc #Melanie Malachite #Miltiades Malachite #Malachite Twins #Emerald Sustrai #neo

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If the Malachites joined Renegades, I couldn't imagine how poor Jaune could deal with twin sisters when he's already dealing with Cinder and Neo!

I'd like to imagine the Twins see Jaune as a big golden retriever, he's cute, loyal, and deserves head pats. Melanie would be a real tease and Miltia would be begrudging to admit she enjoys his company, but it wouldn't build to anything serious.

#renegade au #jaune arc #miltia malachite #melanie malachite