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2am (Chp 13)
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“Jaune…” Reese reached up, cupping his face with her small hands and turned him so they were looking directly into each other's eyes, “I’m speaking this as a friend and your girlfriend… that skank is a disaster… she’s going to implode and I’ll be fucked sideways if I let her take you and Az with her.”
“But…”
“Jaune… I understand… she’s the mother of your child. She birthed that darling angel… but you NEED to remember who was there for you when you were struggling.” Reese rose up on her knees and leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his, “It was not her… it was NOT her.”
“I know… but Az is so happy at what she thinks is going to happen.” Jaune sighed, “How do I crush her like that. Tell her that mommy and daddy…”
“You need to be honest with her, yourself and Pyrrha.” Reese offered, “As much as I hate to admit it, but Pyrrha has a right to be in Az’s life… which means she’ll be a part of yours…”
“You’re also a part of that life.” Jaune commented, as he turned in his seat just enough to be able to place his hands on hips. “But it can’t be fair to…”
“It’s not… but it is how it is.” Reese cut him off. “I never pressured you and I accepted your decision to keep us on the down-low, especially with Azalea. Right now, I am content with being Daddy’s Special Friend that gets Nighttime Cuddles.”
Jaune snorted, remembering exactly that title was coined by his daughter, who was six at the time.
“Laugh it up… but I’m being honest here… Jaune I want to be more… but until you figure out what you want… who you want… and make that decision things will not work out for you no matter who you sweet talk into your bed.”
“I get what you’re saying… I do, but it’s hard. So hard.”
“Jaune?” Reese asked as she saw the tears starting to form in his deep blue eyes. “Jaune what’s wrong?”
“No… nothing.” he sniffled.
“Don’t give me that bullshit.”
“It’s back…”
“What’s back…” Reese’s eyes grew wide with concern. “Show me your arms!”
“It’s okay… I went to see Dr Primrose…”
“Arms!” Reese demanded as she released Jaune from her grip.
Jaune swallowed and then proceeded to roll up the sleeve of his hoodie, revealing the inflamed marks on the underside of his forearm. Reese grabbed him by the wrist, and twisted just enough to make the cuts clearly visible. Snapping her eyes upwards, they captured Jaune’s. His filled with regret, remorse, sadness and pain. She released her grip and grabbed him by the sides of his face, pulling him down and into a frenzied, fierce kiss, pushing every ounce of what she felt for him into the action.
“Jaune…” Reese whispered once again, leaning her forehead against his, “please don't hurt yourself… especially because of her. She’s not worth it.”
Reese titled her face, and gently caressed Jaune’s lips with her own. She could taste her tears along with his, upon their lips.
“She’s not worth it.”
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Even the strongest person has limits. The greater the strength, the deeper the fall. Pyrrha Nikos, Champion and vaunted Huntress, had always struggled under the burden of her fame. Until one day it was just too much.
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Azalea Arc... a "Happy Accident" and the apple of her father's eye. As Her mother struggles, and spirals downward her father works hard to give her all the love she deserves...
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ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR - FIVE - SIX - SEVEN -
EIGHT - NINE - TEN - ELEVEN - TWELVE - THIRTEEN -
FOURTEEN -
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*RED HIGHLIGHTED Chapters contain MATURE CONTENT. Discretion is advised.
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2am (Chp 7)
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So many things slammed through Jaune’s heart and mind. Both happy, sorrowful, desperate, and rage inducing. All of them caused by the singular figure standing, surrounded by people that had been more involved in his and Azalea's life than she had ever been.
“Daddy!” the small voice, filled with questions and excitement, cut through the noise in his head and heart, drawing his attention from inside himself, to the energetic red head tugging at his wrist, “DADDY! It’s mommy! Let’s go… want to see her!”
“Okay, sweeties.” Jaune replied with his trademark warm smile, and with that he released his hold on his angel.
“MOMMY!” the eight-year-old girl barreled across the distance that separated them.
“Az?” Pyrrha chocked as she crouched down and received the blue-eyed, red haired bullet. Tears starting to well in her eyes. “My baby.”
“Mommy?” Az asked as she looked up through her mother’s embrace.
“Yes, honey?”
“Are you all better now?”
“Almost, honey, almost.” Pyrrha chocked out, as unpleasant memories flooded into her mind, each one flowing in to a deep pit of self-resentment, and stoking the smolder the fire of self-hatred into a blazing flame. “Almost.”
“Well, hurry up, and get better!” Azalea commanded with her light, musical voice. “I want you to come back, live with me a Daddy again. Daddy’s lonely, and I want my mommy back.”
“Soon… soon Mommy will be all better.” Pyrrha choked out, that simple statement utterly destroying her heart, and threatening to cause her to once again spiral out of control.
Everyone else had stepped away, converging in a small huddle, a little distance away, to continue just to chat. Far enough to give a measure of privacy, but close enough to intervene if trouble arose.
Soon, Azalea grew fidgeting, and wanted free of her hug. Pyrrha release her, fighting the urge to keep her cradled against her chest. Though as soon as she was released Azalea grabbed her mother by the wrist and started to try and pull her with her back towards her daddy.
“Daddy, Mommy is almost better!” the darling angel shouted, “Kiss her boo-boos so she can be happy, and come home!”
Pyrrha was entertaining letting her daughter, lead her over to Jaune, but froze at the looking of anger and resentment that filled Jaune’s face. It was at that point, Pyrrha understood. Even though Az had seemed to have forgiven her for being away so long… Jaune her father… the man that gave up nearly everything to raise their child, had not.
“Mommy, why did you stop? Let’s go! Come, let’s see daddy!”
“Az, honey?”
“Yes?”
“Daddy and I have to have a long, long talk, and right now is not a good place to do it.”
“Why not?”
“It’s very personal, and it’s about mommy’s… illness.”
“And after you have a talk, will you come home so we can be a family again?” The pure hope and pleading i her daughter’s blue eyes… eyes as deep and warm as her father’s caused so many conflicting emotions that Pyrrha fought to not be overwhelmed. “Please?”
“Az, that’s enough now.” Jaune’s voice knocked Pyrrha out of the storm of emotions, “What mommy… chooses to do is up to her…”
“But?”
“Butts are for sitting on, Daddy and Mommy will talk, I promise.” Jaune’s tone was stern but warm. “It’s time to go. You have school.”
“Okay.” Az release her hold on her Pyrrha’s wrist, and then motioned for her to bend over. The peck to her cheek.
A/N - It's been a 'minute" since I did work on this one. So I've done some cleaning up, renaming everything into chapters, put a link to the master list in each post, and added an image of what I could get an AI to create for Jaune and Pyrrha's daughter. Hope you enjoyed, and tanks for reading.
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2am (Chp 14)
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A/N - MATURE CONTENT.
Contains depictions/descriptions of sexual acts.
This is NOT intended as smut or erotica, so if you're looking for that... go somewhere else.
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Reese knew this was not the best way to deal with Jaune’s issues, but right now it was all she had at her disposal to get his mind off that bitch, so if Dr Primrose wanted to chew her ass out for this… she could. However, right now, Jaune was her priority, and he needed good memories.
Reese groaned and moaned in concert with Jaune as she slid down his manhood. It’s thickness spreading her wide. Jaune was not the biggest she had ever taken, nor the thickest… but to her, he was the best, they fit together perfectly. She took her time, letting him feel every fraction of an inch of her as his engorged dick penetrated her slit.
She moaned again, thrusting out chest, making her dainty breasts jiggle as she reached his root. Reese felt his hands rise up and settle on her hips as she began to slowly grind, using only her core. She loved the feeling of him inside her, she cherished every time they found a chance to be intimate… which was not easy to do with hiding their activities from Azalea.
His hands squeezed her slender waist, as she flexed and rotated her pelvis, mixing his secretions of arousal with her own. Up until this point, Jaune was just along for the ride, but with his own hunger spiking, he began to thrust, driving his length into Reese. Gasping, she leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands upon his defined chest.
“Ohhh…. Ohhh…. Yesss… right there….” Reese panted as Jaune’s movements began to become sharper, stronger. “Ohhh… JJJJaaaauuunnneee… yessss.”
Jaune was grunting now, completely focused on his need, making Reese the passenger now, and she wouldn’t have it any other way right now. If he needed to rail her mercilessly to get his mind out of that dark hole he had often described to her… then she would gladly accept her role.
“Ohhh RRRReeesseee…” Jaune moaned, causing her body to spasm. She loved the sound of his voice calling out her name when they made love.
Reese allowed herself to slid down further, opening herself up, allowing Jaune even more room to drive himself into her sopping core. Her small breasts pressed against his toned physique, as she slid her arms upwards to cup his face. She pressed her lips against his, and didn’t resist when his tongue began to invade her mouth.
Out of everyone, Reese had ever been with, prior to going steady with Jaune… none compared to him when it came to kissing. As they devoured each other, sharing shallow breaths, Jaune’s tempo increased. Reese knew the signs of her man’s approaching release.
“Do it…” she huskily whispered into his ear after they broke their impassioned kiss. “Do it… let it all out inside of me… I want it…”
“Ohhh….. Ahhhh….” Jaune groaned as Reese started to bounce her hips, meeting his vigorous upward thrusts, “I’m… I’m… I’m…”
“Yes, pump me full… let me feel it…” Reese arched her back as the first spurt of him. She could feel the heat of his release, and it set her off, causing her to involuntarily squeeze down upon him, milking him, driving him to unload more into her eager and willing body.
“I… I missed this. I missed you.” Reese spoke in a breathless tone as she collapsed on top of Jaune.
“I missed you too.” Jaune agreed as his arms enveloped Reese’s petite form, holding her tight, sharing her warmth. Sleep slowly swept over them, as they basked in the afterglow of their coitus, and shared tender loving kisses.
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2am (Chp 11)
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"Jaune." greeted an older woman with grey streaked teal hair. "How are doing? It's been sometime since our last visit."
"Dr Primrose. I'm sorry about that... been busy with Az and training."
"You don't have to apologize, Jaune. It's a credit to you and the effort you have put into your treatment that allowed you to do what you did. I am just a 'safety net' to keep things from getting too bad." Dr Primrose rose from behind her neatly organized desk, and took a seat in one of the over studded armchairs, "Have a seat, Jaune."
Jaune just nodded, and took a seat on the reddish leather couch that matched the two overstuff chairs in the decently large office. Once he was, seated, he leaned forward, elbows on his thighs, hands clasped before him. The pair sat in silence for a few minutes. Dr Primrose, giving Jaune time to collect his thought, before getting to the actual session. When she felt enough time had passed and noticed Jaune’s body language showing that he was relaxing, she started.
“Like I mention, it’s been a little while, almost a year, hasn’t it? So would you like to tell me what trigger this need to visit me?”
“I saw her again… and it brought back some memories… some feelings I thought I had under control.”
“By her, do you mean the Azalea’s birth mother?” Jaune just nodded. “What type of feelings, Jaune?”
“The dark ones… the ones that make just living painful…”
“Have you started cutting yourself again?” Jaune shook his head, in reply. “Jaune, have you?”
“No… no…”
“Show me your arms, Jaune.” Jaune hesitated, sitting up and going stiff. “Jaune, there is no judgement here, and nothing leaves this room. But you need to be completely honest with me. You know this.”
Jaune bit his bottom lip, and then slowly pulled back the right sleeve of his black hoodie. The cross crossing pattern of old self-inflicted wounds marred his flesh and were in stark contrast to the three fresh marks. Dr Primrose knew the marks were fairly recent, and the fact that Jaune was suppressing his aura so they didn’t heal… was a warning sign.
“Jaune, you know this is not healthy, and you also know you can always call me… at any time. So, can you tell me why, you felt the need to do that to yourself?”
“The pain helps me focus… it… it drives things… away.”
“Jaune, are you in the black hole? Can you see any light?”
“A little…”
“I want you to focus on that light. Ignore the darkness, because you know what that light represents, right?”
“Az…” Jaune replied, his voice barely above a whisper, “It’s Az…”
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“This REALLY is not a good place for you to be.” came a voice from behind Pyrrha, a familiar voice, a supportive voice.
Pyrrha swirled the tumbler of whiskey before her, causing the ice cubes to clink against the glass.
“I just… wanted to hold one again.”
“It’s midday…” the voice commented as the owner took a seat at the bar beside her. “You’ve worked really hard to get sober, and I know you don't want to do this… you called me… so talk to me.”
“It’s Jaune.” Pyrrha replied as she turned to face the friendly form of David Scarlet, her sponsor from the program, another victim of addiction, but now sober for five years.
“What about Jaune? Did he do something?” David asked as he waved off the bartender.
“It’s what he didn’t do.”
“And what was that?”
“He… he looked so full of…”
“Anger?”
“Yes, and other things.”
“You do understand why, right?” David asked as he placed a gentle hand on Pyrrha’s shoulder. “I don't have to remind, but I’m going to say it, because I understand his side, and yours. You hurt a lot of people with your actions… granted it was your addiction that had control… but some people can’t… or won’t see it in that way.”
“It still hurts.” Pyrrha commented, sadness filling her voice, as she once again swirled her untouched drink.
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2am (Chp 10)
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A/N - MATURE CONTENT & TRIGGER WARNING.
Contains depictions/descriptions of severe depression, self-harm, and suicide.
Skip this chapter if these are uncomfortable topics for you.
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Before tossing the scroll aside… Jaune with tears send a group message to three very specific people. Saphron, his Mother, and Pyrrha’’s mom.
Tell Az daddy loves her so much… and that he’s sorry.
Tossing his scroll aside, to clatter along the laminate floor, Jaune climbed onto the kitchen chair he had been just sitting on. The chair rocked as he roughly shifted his weight back and forth before it was knocked out from under him. His feet dangled, jerked and twisted in the air.
Jaune blinked back his tears, and with a shaking breath tapped the call button with his thumb. Slowly, he brought the device up to his ear as the call started to go through.
The world was going black, and felt his arms grow heavy and fall from the rope that was chocking out his life. As things finally started to fully fade away, he thought he heard a slam and a scream. Did some just yell his name?
Jaune awoke several hours later in the psyche ward of Argus Memorial Hospital. Restrained, he had no way to defend himself as his sister, Saphron, tore him a new one, before having to be restrained herself for starting to beat on his chest.
“Hello? Doctor Primrose? It’s Jaune… Jaune Arc.” Jaune nodded his head as tears dripped down his cheeks. “Yeah… I’m… I’m having a real hard time right now… can… can I make an appointment to come in?”
Mercury Black, Jaune’s scheduled training partner, entered the locker room looking for his charge. Jaune never took this long to get ready, and when he turned the corner and saw the absolute wreck, Jaune was… he instantly understood why.
“You okay J?”
“Oh, hey.” Jaune sniffled and wiped his eyes, “I’m… I’m good. Be right…”
“No. You’re going to put your gear away and take a day, maybe two or three.”
“I said I’m fine.” Jaune weakly protested.
“And as your trainer, I say you’re not.” Mercury moved closer and took a seat on the bench near Jaune. “Sit, talk to me.”
“You know about last night, right?” Jaune asked, with a soft voice.
“I heard.” Mercury replied without his normal snark. “You need to talk about it?”
“How… how do I?”
“I don't know, Jaune.” Mercury replied. “I don’t know the whole story, and to be honest I’m a bit of a bastard, so I don't want to know… but if you want a direct answer… I’ll give you one.”
“Az still loves her mom… and I… I think I do as well… but how do I deal with all the fucking shit that has happened?” Mercury could tell Jaune was trying desperately to make himself angry. “It’s all over… the assholes used to use her own scroll to send me shit! How do I deal with all that?”
“You have a big choice to make, and it sounds like so does she.” Mercury leaned forward, planting his elbows on his thighs. “My love life is a shitshow. Always has been. Like I said I’m a bastard and I attract bitches… but out of the few times I actually had a long term relationship… before I fucked it up… the thing that kept it moving forward was… honesty.”
“Whether you and her decided to go back to knocking boots,” Mercury looked Jaune straight in the eyes, “or just stay friends, you need to be honest with her about what you know and how you feel.”
“I have to be honest? What about…”
“AND you need to tell her in no uncertain terms you need honesty from her. Don't back down… you said you’ve been sent shit. Let her know that you’ve seen that crap. Tell her you want the truth from her… and if she refuses… tell her to go fuck herself.”
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A/N - So this I feel are the last of the really MATURE chapters. I'm not sure, but there could be some more later down the road... but for now the past has been exposed... now it's time to see if these old wounds can be healed.
This like the previous two was ROUGH to write and I've forced myself to punch them out, so I can get past this part. So my appoligies for the rushed quality.
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2am (Chp 5)
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“Mommy isn't feeling very good right now. Az what would say to mommy to make her feel better?” Pyrrha choked, realizing after all this time, Jaune was still looking out for her in his own way.
“Feel better soon, mommy. I love you.” her daughter beamed at the camera.
She watched the saved video from her intervention. It had happened just over two years ago. She could remember Yang and Blake basically throwing her back first into the overstuffed armchair, set in the centre of two sofas in her mother's house. Seated on them with concerned expressions were her friends. She barely listened to their worries, concerns, and pleas.
It had been five years since Jaune had walked out of her life with their daughter, with her only having sporadic visits with her little angel during those years. She freely admits it now, that she was spiralling at that time. Two years ago, she had hit rock bottom. Skipping missions, drinking almost constantly, mixed with questionable relationships; some of a very violent nature; not to mention the pregnancy scares. Her sponsors cut her loose. Her licence was revoked. Everything had just collapsed in on her.
Now she was in the centre of a firing line. She ignored most of what was being said. Numbly nodding as she rolled her eyes. She remembered thinking how it was her choice. She could do what she wanted. It was her life. Then her mother played the video. The sight of her angelic looking daughter, seated in the very same chair she currently occupied. Looking up at the camera, the gap from a missing tooth prominent in her warm, loving smile. Long crimson trusses done up in the signature ponytail of her mother. Then came his voice. So soft and warm. It shattered her stubborn, misplaced resolve. Regrets flooded her mind. Missed holidays and birthdays. Warm and loving hugs from her little gift, and the one who had made Azalea a reality.
“Are you okay P-money?” came Yang's soft voice from her seat beside her.
“Just missing someone.” Pyrrha replied.
Even after a three month in a rehab program, she still held herself back from reaching out to Jaune. Even though her mother told her repeatedly that he wouldn't prevent her from seeing Az. She held herself back. Finding reasons to be absent during Az's twice-weekly sleepovers.
“P-money?”
“It's okay, just thinking about things that shouldn't have happened.”
“You can't keep doing that.” Yang told her, “You need to look to the future. You have a chance here, P-money. Don't fuck it up with that living in the past bullshit.”
Pyrrha nodded. She and Yang had just come from a rather informal meeting, with the Argus Cage Fighting Federation. It was a new sport that was starting to really climb in popularity, pushed by it being straight up no weapons, no semblance fights, between ex-hunters and other individuals with unlocked aura. With a fairly liberal sprinkling of theatrics. They had been gifted cage side seats, as a thank you for possibly of Pyrrha entertaining to signing on as competitor. To be honest, Pyrrha was really considering the choice. Having been blacklisted as a huntress, and the standard tourney circuit.
The chance to rebuild her reputation, and confidence, was tempting. Maybe if she signed on, she could feel worthy of seeing her daughter. Though, she was a little hesitant about the showmanship angles. Though the management did make it clear, quashing her fears; that they didn't care about her past troubles. Actually making the point that her climbing the ranks in the Women's division would make for the perfect redemption story.
So there she was, seated next to Yang, who was there as emotional support. Watching the fights, with some interest, and a practised eye. The gimmick of not being able to even actually use aura to boost abilities, or the use of semblances, was interesting. Aura was basically there to absorb punishment, and make the fights longer and be slightly more brutal, without a large chance for serious injury.
“Title match up.”
“Title match?”
“Yep. Light heavy championship. After that is the Heavyweight bout.” Yang informed Pyrrha as she looked at the match card she had picked up, a slick smile on her face. Pyrrha's eyes narrowed, Yang was up to something. She was sure of it.
The lights flickered, and the large video screen flashed to life, as “X gonna give it to ya [DMX]” blared over the sound system. The screen showed a slick promotional video for the fighter's gym and highlights from some of his past matches. The videos were a major "sell" point for the sport. Structured to not only promote the fighter but his or her backing gym.
“The challenger! Representing Gold's Fight Club... Weighing it at 168 pounds...” the announcer paused for effect, “NICKLE!”
Pyrrha had to nod. Nickle was a fine, and well put together, young faunus man. His dog ear trait proudly displayed. He wore nothing but yellow and blue trunks, with matching finger-less padded gloves; white athletic tape around his feet and ankles. His small entourage consisting of a young woman hanging off his arm, dressed in body hugging work out clothes. The pair was led to the ring by a rough looking deer faunus, who again proudly showed off his trait of antlers, and over his everyday clothes, a jacket with his club's name emblazoned on the back.
The cheers and adulation of the crowd for the fighter was unreal. The trio entered the cage, and moved to their assigned corner. The announcer prepared to make the next announcement only to be interrupted, “Bad Girls [NEFFEX]” start playing over the sound system. The crowd instantly went from adoration to hostile.
The video screen flickered and suddenly a very racy and sexualized gym promotional video started up. As a drop-dead gorgeous and glamorous woman, wearing high stiletto heels, and a red and black dress that looked painted on. She swayed her body in tune to the music before sauntering her way to the cage, and taking the mic from the ring announcer. Slowly, the music died away.
“Who is that?” Pyrrha asked leaning to her right in order to address Ms. Jade Primrose, one of ACFF's talent scouts, who was assigned to Pyrrha and Yang to address any questions they had.
“Ms. Cinder Fall. Runs the Fall School of Combat Arts.”
“Not very liked.”
“She's a headhunter. Has a small stable of really talented fighters, including our current Light Heavy Champion. Took him out from under Gold's Gym.”
“Let ME introduce the LIGHT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! Representing the Fall School of Combat Arts... weighing in at 170 pounds...” she gave a pause, allowing her lips to curl into a seductive grin. “The Golden Boy... JAUNE ARC!”
Pyrrha's heart froze. She felt Yang's hand touch her shoulder and give her a gentle squeeze; but she didn't react, instead was totally focused on the figure stepping out from behind the entryway curtain.
“Hungry [The Hustle Standard]” ripped over the sound system, as the video screen changed, playing a blistering series of match endings. In the background, she could hear the roar of displeasure rising through the crowd. She was completely focused on the black zip-up hoodie wearing figure. She could see he was in a pair of thigh length black and red skin tight trunks. A set of matching coloured finger-less gloves on his hands' while his feet and ankles were wrapped in black athletic tape. Around his waist, a large leather belt with golden plates.
“You're a fucking traitor, Arc!” someone shouted from behind her, and for a split second Pyrrha wanted to whip around and physically shut his mouth.
As he made his way towards the cage, she saw the blood-red symbol of his sponsoring gym on the back of his hoodie. At the side of the cage, Jaune met up with Cinder; she removed the belt, draping it over her shoulder; before she very sensually took her time to strip him of his hoodie. Free of the black cloth, he exposed his well-defined body to the crowd. Pyrrha's breath caught in her throat. He looked good, the moustache and goatee giving him a mature look; but the sight of her emblem tattooed over his heart really did a number on her.
“Holy shit, VB looks good.” Yang commented.
The match flew by in a blur to Pyrrha. The action fast, hard and brutal. She barely heard the comments from Yang or Jade as she just focused on Jaune. He was good, no more than just good. He was a natural, as he attacked and defended with fluid precision. She blinked and it was over. A replay on the video screen showing Jaune landing a vicious Superman Punch to Nickel's head, scoring a knock-out.
“Hungry” started up again, as the crowd rained abuse down at the cage. She watched as Cinder sauntered her way up to him, the garish title belt draped over her shoulder. She leaned forward and gave Jaune a peck on his cheek as the ref held his left hand in the air. Pyrrha's stomach fluttered, as she could see Jaune was happy. He looked content, and satisfied.
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2am (Chp 3)
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About a week after Jaune had given Pyrrha her copy of the papers, he was in the gym, working some cardio, when a familiar ginger walked in front of him.
“What do you want Cardin? Here to rub you and Pyrrha in my face?” Jaune snarled, as he stopped the treadmill.
“Whoa, whoa, and whoa.” Cardin replied, pointing his finger at the blond before him. “That shit never happened. I've got my own girl, no need to go after someone else's.”
“Really? Amazingly considerate of you.”
“Fuck sake's Jaune. Where's all this coming from? I know I was an ass in school, but the whole second year class knows what you did for her.”
“What?”
“Everyone from our year knows, about your bundle of joy; and I can pretty much guarantee that everyone respects you for doing it.”
“Then why are you here?”
“To clear the air. Yang let me know what you said the day after the accident. It's not true.”
“What's not true, you being around her a lot?”
“I was around her, and all of those times it was me and Octavia making sure she was safe, especially when Yang and the others weren't around.” Cardin crossed his arms over his broad button-up shirt covered chest. “She never did tell me where you lived, so we'd let her crash and sober up on our couch.”
“And why should I believe that?”
“Believe or don't. I'll give you Octavia's number if you want. Ask her, she can confirm; but I'm just giving the truth about when I was around your girl. I have nothing against you Jaune, and Pyrrha's saved my ass more than a few times.”
“You swear that nothing happened?”
“I swear, nothing happened between Pyrrha and me, and nothing happened to her when I or Octavia was around.” Cardin relaxed his posture slightly when he noticed Jaune had done the same. “What's with you? You were never like this in school, even when I was picking on you.”
“I'm tired of her breaking promises to our daughter. Tired of her being drunk. Tired of scroll calls at 2am, that end up sounding like Az and I don't matter.”
“Shit.” Cardin rubbed the back of his head with his hand, “Az?”
“Azalea. That's our daughter.”
“Pretty name. Who picked it?”
“We both did.”
“So we are good, because I'm serious Jaune, nothing happened.”
“What about the accident?”
“She called Octavia asking for a ride, so I went down picked her up, and then ended up T-boned by a drunk.” Cardin sighed. “Pyrrha took the worst of it, because we were hit on the passenger side.”
“Shit.”
“So how is Pyrrha?”
“She looked worn out when I met her last week.”
“Last week? Though she was at your place healing up?”
“Nope.” Jaune popped the P. “Don't know where she is, and to be honest I don't really care right now.”
“What's going on, Jaune? If you don't mind me asking.”
“It's personal. Leave it at that.”
“Fair enough. So are we good?”
“Yeah.”
“If you ever want to talk, I'm told I can be a good listener.”
“I'll keep that in mind.”
Cardin nodded and walked off, leaving Jaune alone with his thoughts. Sighing, Jaune moved from the treadmills and straight to the heavy bags.
He grunted as his wrapped hands slammed into the thick canvas bag. His mind replying his recent conversation with Cardin. He had no reason to really believe anything Cardin was saying. For all Jaune knew, Cardin just came down here to cover his own ass. Jaune however also knew he had no proof one way or the other, so he just focused on driving all his frustration, regrets, and anger into his punches.
Cardin may have given him some answers, but there were still way too many questions. Questions he would never get an honest answer to. But even then would he even know an honest answer if he was given one?
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2am (Chp 6)
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They were backstage, with Ms. Primrose. Continuing the tour, letting them see the activity that take place after an event. The chatter was idle, with Yang asking various questions. Pyrrha mainly kept to herself. Her mind occupied with memories of Jaune, both in the good times and bad. Yang's hand on her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts.
“Are you okay, P-money?”
“Yes, I'm fine.” Pyrrha replied. “Just thinking...”
“About VB?”
“VB? Who is that, if you don't mind me asking.” Jade cut in.
“Jaune.” Yang responded, “It's a nickname from when we went to school together.”
“Interesting. You went to school with Golden Boy? How was he back then?”
“Goofy, dorky, but a guy with a golden heart.” Yang offered, before asking, “So what is it with everyone hating on him? I mean, just about everyone almost loved him when he was in school.”
“It is partially because he publicly jumped from Gold to Fall as a sponsor; and his aura.”
“What do you mean?” asked Pyrrha.
“He has almost double the amount anyone else has. So he's near unbeatable in a straight-up throw down. He lost a fair bit in the beginning, due to a lack of grappling skills, but as soon as he was head-hunted, he got good, and has basically been nearly undefeated since.”
“Okay. So answer me this. What it with needing a gym sponsor?” Yang questioned.
“It is partly for health reasons. We vet the gyms, training methods, drug policies, and such. So if a gym sponsors a fighter then we know they are competently trained, healthy and are clean.” Jade answered, “In fact, we only offer contracts to gyms. We have about half a dozen right now, with a few more just starting the vetting process.”
“So the gyms are the ones who choose the competitors?” inquired Pyrrha. “How do you set up matches?”
“The gyms give us a roster of their available registered fighters.” Jade responded. “We then match up based on win-loss records with us, and weight classes. If you do decide to join up, it will be at the discretion of your sponsoring gym when or if you are ready to compete.”
“Then why are you speaking to us? If it's all up to the gyms?” asked Pyrrha.
“We have agreements to scout possible talent, and to inquire about their interest in taking part.” Jade offered, “If they are, we act as an intermediary between potential talent and the gyms.”
“Seems awfully complicated.” commented Yang.
“It is, but it works to everyone's benefit. The gyms make sure fighters are trained and healthy, we make sure the fighters are given fair deals, and fighters have options if there are disputes.”
“What do you think P-money? Because I'm thinking of joining after this next batch of missions is up.”
“It's interesting. I need to...” Pyrrha stopped when she saw Cinder Fall approaching. She was in a professional looking pantsuit with matching handbag.
“Ms. Primrose, Ms. Xiao Long, and Ms. Nikos. It is a pleasure to see you. Are you interested in competing?”
“Not for me, looks fun, but still have huntress duties to fulfill.” Yang replied.
“Maybe.” Pyrrha responded.
“Well, if you do choose to join, feel free to drop by and check out my facilities.” Cinder pulled a couple business cards out, and held it out to the pair of huntresses. “We would be delighted to have you join our roster. That is, if you do wish to pursue this opportunity.”
“Thank you.” the huntresses spoke in unison.
“Well, I wish you the best for the remainder of the night, and hope to see you visit my facilities in the near future.”
“I think...” Pyrrha started.
“Auntie Cinder!” sounded out behind the group of four women, stopping any further conversations. “Auntie Yang?”
Pyrrha's heart jumped to her throat. He had stopped when he saw her, the precious eight-year-old, her little Azalea; holding his hand, held still by his firm grip.
“Daddy?” Az asked, looking up at her father, not entirely sure why he was preventing her from going to see her aunties.
“Pyr?” Jaune asked.
“Jaune.” Pyrrha responded.
"Mommy?" Azalea asked, her bright blue eyes growing wide with excitement.
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2am (Chp 4)
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It had been nearly three years since that day. The day Jaune Arc walked out of her life. Her legal team had reviewed the documents, and quickly advised her to agree to the terms. They were fair, and had clauses that allowed for amendment of the agreements at later dates, if a need to do so arose. So she signed them as she cried. Memories of times that shouldn't have happened feeding her depression. It had signalled a very dark time in her life, and she spiralled out of control. Loosing herself to drink, risky missions, and other activities.
“What are you doing to yourself!” screamed her mother as Pyrrha nursed a bad hangover on the couch of her mother's house. “Pyrrha, what is going on?”
“I'm fine.”
“No, you're not fine! You are far from fine!” Athena Nikos was livid, embarrassed, and frustrated. “So you are going to tell me what is going on with you, and I mean now!”
“Nothing is going on!” Pyrrha shouted back.
“Really? REALLY?” Athena grabbed a bunch of printed off tabloid articles, and threw them down on the coffee table before her daughter, “He IS a married man, Pyrrha! A married man!”
“His wife's a bitch.”
“And what about that video of you and that girl?” Athena was about to totally lose it. “Are you intentionally trying to destroy yourself? You are better than this! You have a daughter to look out for!”
“I don't have a daughter! She's gone! He took her away!”
“And I wonder why he felt the need to do that? I wonder?”
“Fuck you!”
“No, this is done. Get out of my house! You want to make yourself into a laughingstock then go, go whore yourself out like you have been. Go live in the bottom of a bottle, but you sure as fuck won't be getting any more support from me!” Athena moved to the table, and grabbed another handful of papers, throwing them into her daughter's face, “And here, these are all the contract cancellation notices.”
“What the fuck. They can't...” Pyrrha grabbed a couple of the papers and tried to focus on the fine print of the scattered documents.
“They can and did!” Athena was past livid now. She loved her daughter, and it tore her apart seeing her crumble from stress into addiction. But she was at her wits end at what to do. So finally, much like the father of her granddaughter did, she had to just distance herself. “Out!”
/=/
Jaune and Azalea had moved to Argus not long after Pyrrha had signed the custody and support agreements. He did it for a few reasons. To get away from the memories of his failed attempt at a life with Pyrrha in Vale. To be closer to his eldest sister, her wife and Az's only current cousin; and to be able to at least give Az a chance to know her mother's side of the family with twice weekly over night stays with her grandmother.
He knew Pyr was floundering. Years of constantly being in the public eye finally cracking all her will, and forcing to succumb to the stress, in less than healthy ways. Yet, he had to focus his concerns on Azalea. It was underhanded, he knew, but with tips offs from Az's grandmother, he avoided ever being around the house when Pyrrha was crashing there. He isolated his daughter from the train wreck her mother had become. Jaune didn't want to keep the two most important people in his life apart, but Azalea didn't deserve to see what her mother was becoming. She deserved to only have happy memories of her mother.
On good days, he was more than happy to drop Azalea off at her grandmother's, to spend much needed time with her mother, but those times quickly became less and less. Pyrrha was spiralling, and Jaune instinctively knew he had to protect Az from the disaster that was approaching. He wanted to reach out to Pyrrha, to wrap his arms around her, and make her struggles go away... but right now with what she was doing, it wasn't possible.
The support payments had made his life taking care of his growing girl easier, and allowed him a bit more freedom to pursue his new passion. He had long given up on the huntsman myth. He saw what that life was doing to his friends, and even though he started out wanting to be a hero, after Azalea's birth he understood something more. Heroes didn't have to be warriors fighting darkness, they could be someone offering warm hugs, and soft cheek kisses. He was Azalea's hero, and that was to him the greatest achievement he could have ever accomplished.
It was in the second year after his move to Argus, that Athena made a request of him. He had always been taught to give the courtesy of listening when someone wanted to speak with you, so he did. Without hesitation, agreed, to her request.
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2am (Chp 2)
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Jaune turned his scroll back on, after he had made Az and himself breakfast. There were fifteen messages, most from Pyrrha, and a couple from Yang. He let his thumb hover over the play icon. He had a feeling about what he was going to hear. Her anger, her empty promises. He set his scroll down on the kitchen counter and leaned forward with his head in his hands. In the front room, he could hear the musical refrains to Az's favourite cartoon playing. He allowed himself a sad smile. He could do this. Jaune had to do this, for her. Opening the messenger app, he began to type, but a banging on his apartment door caused him to stop.
Setting his scroll back on the kitchen counter, he moved and after making sure Az was still distracted by her show, he answered the door. Yang stood in the hall, looking haggard and annoyed. Jaune's eyes narrowed, he was not in the mood for a replay of Yang taking on the role of peacemaker.
“What do you want, Yang?”
“Why didn't you return my calls?” she snapped. He could still smell the alcohol on her breath.
“I had my phone off. I have a daughter to take care of. Answering fu...” Jaune caught himself before he did swear. He gave a quick look over his shoulder, to check on Azalea, before returning his attention to Yang. “2am drunk calls are done with, there is nothing I need to know at that time of the morning, especially from Pyr.”
“What's your...”
“My problem is that she missed her own daughter's birthday, AGAIN!” Jaune was trying to control his voice, but it wasn't working. “My problem is she would rather be out all over town with god knows who, drinking her liver into submission, instead of being with her daughter!”
“Pyr loves Az. She wouldn't...”
“She does, and did. So tell me whatever lame excuse it is, that she figures will get me to forgive her this time.” Jaune crossed his arms, and glared at Yang. “I have things to do, like actually get Az to daycare and go to work. So let's hear it.”
“There was an accident. Cardin and her...”
“Cardin... and ... her.” Jaune's eyes almost became slits, and his teeth ground together. “She and Cardin spend a lot of time together, don't they?”
“Jaune, this is not...”
“What? The time? I have a right to know, or don't I?” Jaune uncrossed his arms, and ran his hand through his hair. “Know what, I don't. It's not like we're married or even dating now. We just had a kid together, so why should I know anything.”
“There was an accident!” Yang finally shouted, to get his attention. “Pyrrha's in the hospital!”
“And what do you want me to do about it?”
“Go and see her! I'll watch Az. She needs...”
“No.”
“No?”
“She needs to dry out, and come out with the real reasons her daughter never sees her anymore. Anyway, I have work, and Az has daycare.” Jaune reached towards the door, preparing to close it. “I hope she's okay, but I have more important things to do, than jump to the tune of a drunkard.”
“Go see her! I'll watch Az!”
“No.” Jaune replied flatly, his anger had burned to embers, allowing sorrow to start welling up. “Talk to you later, Yang.”
Jaune slid to the floor, his back against the door he had just closed in his friend's face. His heart felt like it was tearing, and he fought to keep the tears from rolling down his cheeks.
“Daddy?” Az asked, in her light voice. Her crimson red hair done up in a ponytail. Her own blue eyes shimmering at the sight of her father crying.
“Come here, baby.” she climbed into his lap. She laid her head against his t shirt clade chest, and reached her arms as far around him as she could reach. “Daddy loves you. Always and forever.”
“Love daddy.” Az responded, “Love mommy too.”
“Daddy loves mommy too.” he whispered as he wrapped her in a warm embrace.
He had enough. His priority was Azalea, and her well-being. He would do anything for her, even if it meant hurting someone he never thought he'd ever hurt.
/=/
It was a week and a few days since her accident. Pyrrha's mother had informed Jaune about her condition; as he had no interest in seeing her even at that point of time. Even now, his emotions were still running on high, and his mind played out every dark and twisted scenario it could think of. But despite that, he had made a couple of decisions. Decisions that were in the best interest of his daughter. Through Yang, he arranged a meet up with Pyr at a small hidden away café. He had no interest answering Pyrrha's calls, voicemails, or texts. She looked at him as his entrance was signalled by the little bell by the door. His dark blue eyes narrowed upon the sight of her.
She was dishevelled and haggard looking. Dark rings accented her emerald eyes, an obvious sign she hadn't been sleeping. She was wearing his Pumpkin Pete hoodie, with the hood up to shield her face. He also noticed the crutches, and the blue pressure cast that encompassed her foot, and ran to above her knee. She gave him a hopeful and apologetic smile as he took a seat across from her. He laid the manila envelope, and a small jewellery box he was carrying, before him.
“Pyrrha.” he greeted her flatly.
“What happened to Pyr?”
“I don't know. What did happen to her?” Jaune replied, his tone still flat, “I see someone who looks like her before me, but a person who acts like her?”
“Jaune... I'm sorry for missing Az's party. I really am.”
“Really?” Jaune's eyes narrowed,“ So what, or who was more important than your daughter?”
“Jaune...”
“I'm tired of the games, Pyrrha. I understood the late night visits; when they used to happen. You were doing what you could to keep Az out of the public eye; and it is appreciated.” Jaune's eyes softened, “She's your... OUR daughter. She deserves her mother's attention. She loves you unconditionally, but the ways you've been acting these last couple of years, and the messages you've left me... we're your dirty little secret; or at least that is how it seems.”
“You're not...”
“Then publicly come out, about her.”
“I can't. She doesn't deserve...”
“No, she doesn't, but she also doesn't deserve to be a side thought in her mother's life.” Jaune's eyes narrowed again, “You have problems, Pyrrha. Serious problems.”
“Problems? Like what?”
“The drinking to name the first one.” Jaune replied. “And whatever else happens when you over indulge. Do you use protection, or is Az going to have a half sibling soon?”
“How...”
“How dare I? Easy, I hear the voices in the background when you call at two in the morning. I've heard how you refer to me when someone interrupts you. You have a home to come to after your missions, and meetings. Yet you STILL book hotels to stay in.”
“Jaune... ”
“Maybe you don't care about me, and that's fine. We had our chance, it seems like it didn't work out. But Az deserves better treatment than I get.” Jaune's hands tapped the envelope and the box.
“Jaune, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, and Az. I promise.”
“Your promises are empty and mean nothing.” Jaune's voice took on a tint of anger and sadness, as he pushed the jewellery box across the table towards her. “This is for you. Something to remember us by.”
“Remember you? I would never forget you or Az!” Pyrrha snapped as she took the box and opened it. Inside was a small golden heart shaped locket, with a delicate chain. Her hands shook as she opened it. On the left side was Az's baby picture, on the right her most recent photo. “It's beautiful.”
“This is also for you.” Jaune commented as he shoved the envelope across that table.
“What is this?”
“Legal documents. I'm suing for sole custody of Azalea; and asking for child support.” Jaune replied, “I know you want to keep the dirty little secret of your daughter out of the public eye, so those are straight-up agreements in regard to both. I don't want to be going to court about her, either.”
“Jaune?” Pyrrha's emerald eyes were wide in disbelief, with hints of betrayal, and a tinge of forming tears. “Why?”
“Az is the centre of MY world. She maybe a side concern for you, but not for me. I'm doing what is best for her.” Jaune responded as he stood, “The contact information for my lawyer is there.”
“Jaune... please... wait... we...we can talk.”
“Time for talk is over, Pyr.” She choked as he used her nickname. “I've always loved you, and always will, but I love Az more. Goodbye Pyr.”
Before she could say anything else, he walked out of the café, and down the sidewalk.
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2am (Chp 1)
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It was 2am when the message was recorded. Jaune's hands shook as he listened to the voices that came over the speaker of his scroll. He knew the voice, and it had been awhile since he had been in person to hear them. But that was what happens when you give up on school to take care of your child, while all your friends continue on with their dreams. They had all been drifting away from one another, as was want to happen when slowly you had less and less in common. They all did still drop him a line, and dropped by for unannounced visits when they were in Vale, but those were getting less and less frequent.
He reasoned it all away. They were pursuing their careers, and as they moved and progressed into the upper years of their time in Beacon, the demands of courses, training and missions became even more severe. He wasn't really part of that daily cycle anymore. The words he heard shattered the fairy tale he had been holding onto. He and his daughter had become her dirty little secret.
“Jaune, honey, miss you and Az so much. I'll drop by in the morning. Love you both... (muffled male voice.) No it's nothing, just checking on a sick friend... (muffled voice)... No need to apologize. It was nothing important... (muffled male voice)... Of course, I'll go out and have a drink with you. Sounds like a lovely idea.” She had forgotten to hang up after calling to leave him a message. Checking up on him and their daughter. Probably due to alcohol consumption. She was at their graduation party, after all. It wasn't the first time he had gotten such a message. He saved them all.
He pressed the hang-up button, and dropping his scroll on their bed, that she had spent almost no time in anymore. Jaune got up and made his way into the next room. It had been two years since her birth, and she was the centre of his world now. Everything he did was for her. It had been an accident, over summer break, that led to her conception. Jaune instantly did the right thing. He took responsibility. Doing everything he could to support her, and their unborn child. It was stressful, and there had been more than one argument in regard to their future together.
She was forced to take a leave of absence for the final trimester. Jaune had dropped out, moving to find work, and arrange living space. Her return to school was an event, and the media was in full force to celebrate her return, after her mysterious illness. He wasn't in attendance. He had to be at work. They tried to make a life together, and her fewer and fewer clandestine visits; he wrote off as the demands of her extra training to get back into shape and caught up with school.
Azalea Arc had been born hale and healthy, and Jaune was instantly in love with her. She had her mother's hair, and face; accented with his eyes. He brushed off that fact that her last name was only his, even though the two of them had discussed her having both their surnames names. As he stood at the door of her room, gazing at her sleeping form, the memories rolled in his mind; but instead of being fondly remembered, he began picking them apart. She had been at meetings, during her first birthday. An event all his friends had attended. Few of them were available for her second birthday. Missions taking priority, and he understood.
He still had friends, from work, and the gym he was a member of. Even as he took care of his daughter, he attempted to improve his physical conditioning. He even had started taking fighting classes. Sharpening his rudimentary skills. Between his work, his training, and most importantly his almost three-year-old daughter; he was busy, and distracted. It was the night after her third birthday. It had been a small affair, just her grandmothers and himself in attendance. She was supposed to be there, she promised; but she never showed. It had taken Jaune almost two hours to consul his little angel. The centre of his small world.
“Mommy?” her musical voice, breaking with sadness.
“She wanted to be here, I promise, she... she just ended up getting busy.” Jaune's lie hitched in his throat. He had gotten a call from her, she wouldn't be coming. He could hear the alcohol in the way she spoke.
“Mommy?” tears started to roll down her soft cheeks, and Jaune pulled her close into a warm hug. Rocking her back and forth.
“I'm so sorry, Az.”
“Mommy?” her voice was so small and fragile, that Jaune had to fight back his own tears, as a rage ignited in his heart. He had enough.
Jaune stayed up after he finally got Azalea settled and asleep. Her grandmothers had retired to their hotels for the evening, leaving him alone. At 2am the call came in, and instead of it going to voicemail, he answered.
“Where the fuck are you?” Jaune growled.
“Jaune?” he knew she was drunk, he knew it when she had called earlier in the evening to give her excuse, and now it was just confirmed. Her slurred words, a dead give away.
“Who the hell you think you called?” Jaune snapped. “Or did you mean to call someone else?”
“No... no... I wanted to talk to you.”
“Turn on the camera Pyr. I deserve to know.”
“Know what?”
“Where the fuck you are, and who the fuck is so important that you couldn't even attend your daughter's birthday party!” Jaune's hands were shaking, his anger slowly taking control. “Turn on your camera. I hear the voices.”
“Jaune, I ... can't”
“Why? Hiding something? Don't want me to see what you're really been up to with all these celebrations?” Jaune hit the icon for his own camera, allowing her to see his scowling face, "You're always out, you never come home. Your mother was here. Always at a celebration, for a successful mission; or a contract meeting. So are you going to be honest for once?"
“Honest? You talking to me about... being honest? Mr. I faked my way...”
“Yeah, I did, and you knew about it. The whole school probably knew about it after I told you... I deserve to know what's so important that you need to be drunk and leave our daughter crying herself to sleep, because mommy didn't come like she PROMISED!”
“I... (muffled male voice followed by female voice) ... stop, enough. This ... this is important.”
“Do whatever with your life, Pyr. Go be a huntress, or a champion, or whatever.” Jaune hung up, and turned off his scroll.
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2am (Chp 12)
UPCOMING WHAMMY WARNING!!!
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Jaune was walking Az over to his sister Saphron’s for an overnight stay. IN his pocket, his brand-new prescription for Sertraline, which of course meant he was going to need to talk with Cinder about his eligibility to compete. Az walked beside him, happily swinging his arm as they closed in upon Saphron and Terra’s home.
“You seem really happy.” Jaune commented, “That because you’ll be able to stay up late, and have sweets… that I know Adrian sneaks you?”
“No… maybe… but it’s more!” Az replied.
“More, huh? And what is this more?”
“Mommy.” Az replied without hesitation, which instantly made Jaune’s heart clench. He hid his reaction behind a well school dad face, but it was still there. He free hand slid into the pocket of his hooded jacket and squeezed the pill bottle nestled inside.
“Mommy?” Jaune had to school his voice from sounding sad and angry. “And what has mommy done, that’s making you so happy?”
“She’s feeling better, and soon she’ll come back!”
“Are you sure…”
“Yes!” Az shouted, yanking her hand free of Jaune’s and fixing a rather adorable angry look upon him. “You said mommy loves us, and she was sad to have to stay away… but now she’s better, which mean she doesn’t need to stay away!”
“Yes, mommy love you…”
“Us!” Az snapped, as he poked her father in the stomach with a single finger. “Mommy loves us, and that means she can come live with us and… and we can be a real family like my friends Rose an and Willow!”
“Maybe…” Jaune replied, unable to dash his pride and joy’s happiness. “We’ll see, okay?”
Az crossed her arms and fixed her father an ineffectual angry stare. Jaune reached out with his hand.
“We have to get going… Auntie Saph and Terra are expecting you, as is Adrian.”
Azalea took her father’s hand and the pair continued on the path to their destination.
/=/
About a quarter of an hour later, Jaune was standing before the door of an apartment, that he was intimately familiar with the inside of. He knocked, instead of using his key, and waited. After a short wait, the door swung inward, and the reason Jaune was before him. A worried look on her face.
“Jaune, why didn’t you use your key?”
“I just… couldn’t… I just couldn’t.” Jaune replied.
“Well come on, get in here, you look like you need to talk.”
“I do.”
Reese Chloris had answered the door in nothing but an oversized “Golden Boy” tee, and Jaune could visualize a snugly fitting pair of boy shorts underneath. Jaune gave a weak smile as he entered, being forced to turn sideways to slide past her in the narrow entry-way. Kicking off his sneakers, he headed into the living room, and dropped into the couch, as Reese closed and locked the door.
“So, what’s going on, Jaune?” Reese asked as she moved and took a seat beside him, her legs pulled up so she was sitting sideways facing him.
“I just needed…”
“Jaune don't lie to me.” Reese fixed Jaune with a concerned and slightly annoyed glare. ‘We’ve been together for two years… I know when you’re upset and trying to deflect… so spill.”
“Az and I ran into Pyrrha after the last event, and…” Jaune sighed. “Az is so excited to see her, I’ve never seen that happy in these last few years… but”
“But?”
“She seems to have her heart set on Pyrrha, myself and her becoming a family… and part of me… the part that can’t let her go…”
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2am (Chp 9) -Edited/Retcon
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A/N - MATURE CONTENT & TRIGGER WARNING.
Contains depictions/descriptions to the over the indulgence of alcohol, drug use, sexual acts.
Contains depictions/descriptions of severe depression, self-harm.
Skip this chapter if these are uncomfortable topics for you.
This is NOT intended as smut or erotica, so if you're looking for that... go somewhere else.
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Jaune sat in the locker room of “the Fall School of Combat Arts.” He was half dressed for his training session, and was obviously in deep thought. His sneakers sat untied on the floor before him, beside him could be found his weight belt, lifting straps, towel and water bottle. He was leaned over, elbow on his knees, his hands clasped together before him.
Ever since last night, seeing Pyrrha again, he had been suffering. Old memories he thought buried and forgotten surged back. Inundating him in the quiet hours of the night. He knew the signs of what was happening to him. Standing up, he moved to his locker and pulled out his scroll.
He went through his contacts, looking for a very specific one. It was after he was granted sole custody of Az, and he began to really find out how badly Pyrrha’s addiction was getting, and what it was allowing others to do to her… he had fallen apart. His finger hovered over the call icon, as his eyes wandered towards the thin raised white lines that cross crossed his forearm.
It had started small, done out of sight of everyone, especially Azalea. The pain dulled the anger, let him focus on his life, and what he needed to do for his daughter. For a time it worked… until it didn’t.
“You're enjoying being at grandma’s. Are you behaving, and having fun?” Jaune asked during a scroll call to his Az who was spending the weekend with Pyrrha’s mom. He chuckled at her animate response and almost broke down when he heard her say those three special words. “I love you too, sweetie.”
After the call disconnected, he closed the phone application and opened the messenger application. His chest heaved as he looked at the message he had gotten from Pyrrha two nights ago. It had a large video attached to it. His mind screamed at him to not do what he was going to do. He couldn’t help it… he just needed to see, needed to know.
The message was not sent by Pyrrha, considering the dismissive and insulting text of the previous and fallowing messages associated with the video file. It was like so many other times. Pyrrha either left her scroll unlocked or was talked into unlocking it. With a shaking thumb, he tapped the file.
“Oh, look at her! Fuck, she’s a dirty drugged up whore!” Jaune’s heart broke as he watched the mother of his child, having her face pushed into lines of white powder on the stomach of another nude woman. It was a man’s voice in the background. “We should do it, you know? We should… this slut won’t do a fuck thing to stop us.”
“You like my man’s fat cock? Is it better than your cuck of a baby-daddy?”
“Ummmm… huh… ah?” Pyrrha slurred, it was obvious to anyone watching that she was drugged up out of her mind, and barely coherent,
“You want it some more? You want it up that tight fuck hole of an ass?”
“No… uhhhh… no…” Pyrrha’s eyes had just about rolled back into her head, and she was only staying upright due to the grip on her hair.
“He’s going to ream that prissy, privileged ass…” the woman’s voice snapped as her hand joined the man’s and naked Pyrrha’s head backwards savagely.
“Ahhhh… uhhhh…” Pyrrha groaned, weaving on her knees, her shoulders slack.
“Hit the fucking bitch! Wake her up!” snarled the woman. “You're nothing but a used up has been… a piece of slut trash!”
The slap was when he shut the video off.
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A/N - This chapter was another ROUGH one to do (for personal reasons as well as creative)... it's not happy or wholesome, and shows a darkness to Pyrrha's impulsive actions. This will be the final real depiction of how far and messed up Pyrrha's life had become due to her addictions.If I didn't need these few chapters to show the depth of struggle for Jaune and Pyrrha... then I would have completely avoided doing them... but I NEED them to get to the ending I want. So my apologizes if these are making this story unpalatable.
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A/N - This chapter was another ROUGH one to do (for personal reasons as well as creative)... it's not happy or wholesome, and shows a darkness to Pyrrha's impulsive actions. This will be the final real depiction of how far and messed up Pyrrha's life had become due to her addictions.
If I didn't need these few chapters to show the depth of struggle for Jaune and Pyrrha... then I would have completely avoided doing them... but I NEED them to get to the ending I want. So my apologizes if these are making this story unpalatable.
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Okay.. I did a "retcon" on this chapter. It has not be obvious to readers that Pyrrha is a victim of her addition and those that have taken advantage of it. She is NOT out to "cuck/ntr" Jaune. Did this encounter happen... yes... but is was too into the"ntr/cuck" side of things... and I NEEDED to make it obvious that she wasn't really an active or consenting participant.
#2am#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#azelea arc#No Fall of Beacon#jaune and pyrrha had a child#implied PAST arkos#jaune arc x reese chloris#skater boi
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2am (Chp 8)
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A/N - MATURE CONTENT & TRIGGER WARNING. Contains depictions/descriptions to the over the indulgence of alcohol, sexual acts and implied cheating.
Skip this chapter if these are uncomfortable topics for you.
This is NOT intended as smut or erotica, so if you're looking for that... go somewhere else.
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Yang knew the look on Pyrrha’s face after Jaune and Az left, and she stepped in immediately. Placing her hand on Pyrrha’s shoulder, she gave it a soft squeeze.
“Don’t Pyr.” Yang spoke softly, but loud enough for Pyrrha to hear her clearly. “You’ve gotten so far, don’t mess it up now.”
“I… I… wasn’t.” Pyrrha lied with practiced ease, but it didn’t fool Yang.
“Pyrrha, I’ve been around you long enough to know your looks, and right now you are just about to fall off the wagon.” Yang gave her shoulder another squeeze. “This is an opportunity to reconnect…”
“But… Jaune…”
“Think about Az… she’s more important right now. Do it for yourself, and for her.”
“You’re… you’re right.”
“Good. Let’s get you home.”
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Pyrrha thanks to Yang resisted the urge to drink, and was soon home, fighting the urge to cry as she lay on her bed. Ever since she started the process of drying out, she had moved back in with her mother… at her mother’s insurance. A precautionary measure, her mother called it. The move helped, it kept much of the crowd that had been leeching off Pyrrha’s money away, and a change of her scroll number, and social network contact addresses remove the remainder.
Pyrrha was emotional exhausted and slowly drifted off, into a less than restful slumber.
She groaned, her drunken stupor easing the pain of entry. She felt the soft fur of a flexible tail wrap about her throat, gently restricting her breath… then she felt the second insertion, and moaned at the feeling of being so stuffed full.
“Oh fuck!” one of her partners groaned, his own voice slurred, indicating his own level of extreme intoxication.
“I’ve dreamed of plowing this pussy ever since I saw you.” her other partner moaned, again in a voice that told the tale of utter intoxication.
“They fuck it, fuck hard, fuck it deep!” Pyrrha moaned out as she felt them both start to thrust. It was rough at first, but soon they found a steady alternating rhythm driving acutely drunken Pyrrha rapidly towards sexual release.
The tail about her throat tightened, restricting her breath even further, as a pair of rough hands mauled her tits, and a second pair pawed at her plump ass. Alcohol did many things, and the overconsumption exacerbated those traits further. It numbed commonsense, lower inhibitions, and ruined self-control.
Pyrrha choked out a moan, as her body was used, a moan that grew louder as she felt them release unprotected inside her… seconds part. The trio then blacked out, becoming totally ignorant of the world around them.
Pyrrha woke with a start, her heart crashing against her ribs, tears spilling from her eyes and her breath coming in pained gasps. She had no idea why she was suddenly reliving that incident from the night of her graduation from Beacon. Shame, regret and pain steam rolled over her… and made her want something to chase that memory, and these feelings, away. Pyrrha wanted to get drunk or high… she wanted to numb herself against the world.
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A/N - This chapter was ROUGH to do (for personal reasons as well as creative)... it's not happy or wholesome, and shows a darkness to Pyrrha's impulsive actions. I am/was EXTREMELY hesitant to post this... and I'm concerned that this chapter will turn people off this story. I MUST underline this fact... this was written with the intention to illustrate how destructive Pyrrha's use of alcohol was/is, as that is a corner stone to the struggles she is going through.
#2am#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#azelea arc#No Fall of Beacon#jaune and pyrrha had a child#implied PAST arkos#jaune arc x reese chloris#skater boi
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2am - Bonus Content
So just for the hell of it... this is the play list I listen to when I'm trying to write content for "2am"
This gave me the original idea & name of this story...
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And here are a few others I listen to as I write chapters...
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I have them all on my computer, and listen to them in a loop.
Hope you enjoy...
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