Capítulo 205: 5-Killer likes Candy
[ Hey everyone before we start, this chapter was originally supposed to be a Harpy chapter meant to bridge the gap between the Harpy we see In these flashbacks and Harpy we see in Chapter 1/2. Instead, I was 12k into the chapter and hadn't even started the date scene with Pale and decided that I would just end with what I was budgeted for the -mid-chapter- scene. So there will be 1 more chapter before we get to more current content for our Gang but I hope you enjoy the first real sexual experience Jaune has with the team and some light lore and maybe some more character development for the cast? hmmm.
Also also I realized in chapter 3 I spelt Pietro's name as Pedro. Which is probably really insensitive and I want to apologize for that before anyone notices, It was just an honest mistake and when I looked him up on the wiki for his last name I realized my mistake.
Anyway enjoy the chapter!]
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"James, that is certainly an option we have." Ozpin put his hands together and pressed his index fingers against his eyes like he was praying. "I don't think that we should risk our success on the shoulders of one student who hardly has any practical combat experience and one semblance we're unsure of its actual application.
"As opposed to just slowly fighting the Grimm, taking a whole foot of land back from Salem in the last ten years?" Ironwood paced back and forth across the desk, even Glynda sitting in a chair now, looking as exhausted as Qrow with how this conversation was going.
"We're not putting our lives in the hands of children." Glynda chided.
"Qrow was seventeen when Ozpin gave him his abilities, I was fourteen when I lost my hand. Jaune is hardly a child, he's a competent soldier and more mature-" He stopped and made eye contact with Glynda, her gaze avoided his. There was something of an understanding between them where she tried not to think about exactly how much on a man Jaune had proven himself to be.
"That's not the issue Jamie."
"Don't call me that," Ironwood growled at the laid-back Qrow.
"The issue is we can't have all the maidens in one place. If your plan fails and Salem gets her hands on all of them."
"Then we're doomed, but it appears that Salem isn't scared about going after them one at a time, now is she?" Everyone went silent and reflected on the state of what Qrow brought the fall maiden back in. "We need to start preparing for Salem to take the offensive, show the people we aren't scared of the Grimm and that we're still strong. We can't let Salem think we're scared of her."
"She doesn't care if we're scared of her." Ozpin let a haggard, aged sigh, like air from a thousand years slipped through his lungs. "Salem doesn't have the fall Maiden, we do, your machine will ensure that."
"And giving the maiden powers to the untested Miss Nikos? My android has more than enough practical combat experience and is proving herself as better single-handed than most teams of students you're training." Ironwood argued. "Let Penny take the fall's powers, Winter will become the Winter after she passes. We will have trained, drilled and tested fighters that are the best in their fields."
"James." Ozpin found frustration creeping into his voice.
"Oz, more people will keep dying if we don't act!"
"We will talk about this later, I have a tournament to attend. It is pointless to bring this up without talking to the girls." Ozpin seemed to have finally lost his patience, standing up and pushing a book off his desk onto the floor with a resounding crash.
Everyone getting awkwardly silent, the echo of Ozpin for the first time in decades getting genuinely angry at someone. Even Ironwood couldn't help but look away feeling like he might have overstepped the line. "Of course, I'll go back to the Atlas dorms, Jaune and his team deserve congratulations in person."
Everyone filtering out one by one, with Ozpin sitting back down and putting his hands in his hands, trying to calm that growing tension boiling under the surface.
"Is it Wise to antagonize him so?" Ozpin bemoaned to the only person still in his office.
"James might be selfish but it's hard to argue with him, things are looking dark, Oz," Qrow mumbled, leaning against his desk. "It might be a good idea to talk about taking him up on the offer, or at least see what Jaune can do with a Maiden."
"I can't tell if I'm more scared about Ironwood being wrong, or what he'll want to do if he's right."
"I'm with you there, Oz, I'm with you there." Qrow stepping off to saunter down the stairs leading to the clocktower, hands in pockets and hunched over as he was always one to walk.
Glynda waiting for Qrow at the top of the stairs right halfway down. "Glynda."
"Qrow."
"You know if you wanted to tell everyone in the room you were sleeping with the Arc kid, there were more subtle ways to do it." His voice wasn't judgemental, just commenting, more like he was giving her shit for being caught.
Glynda's face went bright red. "I- I… I was one time, a mistake that will not repeat itself. Besides he is not my student anymore If I have to remind you."
Qrow just shrugged, leaning against the wall opposite her but seven or so steps up, sliding down until he was sitting. Her doing the same though now even more defeated. "I tried to argue so badly against his plan, but it really does make sense doesn't it? I hate putting the kids in danger, but do we really have a choice?"
He didn't respond to her, silently drawing the lines of the stonework in front of him.
"I hate the idea any of them will one day have to take this fight from us. They don't know what's waiting for them out there, Isn't it our job to make the world safer for them? Protect them? Now we have to send children out to fight a battle we barely made any headway on." Some hair fell out of that perfect bun, she adjusted her glasses but anyone could see that composure slipping. "Maybe James is right to plan an offensive while we have the tools to do so. If you weren't there Salem would have one of the maidens and without knowing where Spring and Summer are, we would only have one."
Qrow pulled himself up onto his feet and took a few steps down, each footfall echoing in the silence of her words until he was five or six down from her. "Funny how Ironwood will have two maidens and the battery power to supercharge them, all loyal to him. I trust Ironwood, I trust him with my life, but there's a reason he is the general of Atlas, not their king. Giving a man like James ultimate power is…"
He didn't finish that thought. "I'm going to go play video games with my nieces, take my mind off all this. Call up your boy toy, relieve some stress. You deserve it."
Glynda felt her face get hot, a blush spreading over her cheeks. "He's not my-"
Then again, I have been working hard, she admitted to herself.
When Qrow got to the bottom step there was actually someone he hadn't expected waiting for him, Winter and Ace, James speaking with them both. They were talking about something when they saw him and stopped.
"Oh don't stop on my account, please, keep talking about dumb adult things, like taxes and showering twice a week."
"Twice a-" Ace stared at him hoping that he showered at least that much.
"Qrow." Ironwood stepped forward and got close enough that it looked like he might be trying to intimidate the other hunter. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the other man pulling him in for a surprise hug that left Qrow speechless. "I appreciate you keeping me honest."
Pulling back he kept his hand on Qrows Shoulder, looking at his wide eyes with a bright smile. "You and Glynda both, I don't want to be the only one who gets a say, needing to defend my plans, actions, it's… refreshing, it's good."
"Y-you're welcome?" Qrow was baffled.
"If anything happens, you always have a place in Atlas."
"Sir?" Winter sounded incredulous.
"It's always good seeing you, Qrow." Patting his shoulder and taking his leave, letting Qrow sit there with the invitation looming over his head. He didn't too long to think about it before a red bundle of roses attacked him, hanging off his arm and pulling him away to play videogames, the worries of Maidens, power supplies, Grimm and Salem could wait for another day.
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Awkward, a word that we all understood at a base level. However, there wasn't quite anything like sitting in a chair across from your best friend who you saw getting Finger banged by someone who hates you, with your new girlfriend laying in your bed behind you, all four of you jammed together in silence with the low melody of needing to explain to your mom that you can't talk right now and that you'll call her right back playing along in front of it.
Jaune had wanted to wait to have this conversation.
Not the one with his mom, that one he could have had whenever.
No, the conversation with Amber and Harpy was one he was hoping to have never, he kind of wished he just woke up and it was all a dream, but instead Pale had convinced him after they woke up that no, he should go and confront them now, that talking would be the best course of action.
When he opened the Door Amber had hugged him, but he had also noticed from the fact Harpy was still there and was wearing the same clothes that she'd spent the night. Jaune steeled himself and convinced them to sit down so that they could talk about last night, only for his Scroll to ring, his mom seldom called but his first instinct was to turn it off, only she called back immediately, so he assumed it was an emergency.
It was not. Well, mostly, see it had slipped his mind to tell her that he was now someone important at Atlas Military, and she wanted to yell at him for not calling more often. With his face in his palm, his bravado already ruined.
Harpy just had a high and mighty smirk on her face, leering down at him with her own self-importance. Pale already made herself at home by folding his shirts still in the laundry basket he hadn't bothered putting away yet.
"Yes, mom I love you too. M-mo-mom I'm bu-" She kept talking over him, the yapping of her voice audible but not intelligible for everyone else. "I'm b-bu-s- Yes I love you too, I'll call more often, I'm busy mom, I nee- I nee- to go, I love you!"
Hanging up the phone with a sigh he looked over to see Pale fluffing his pillow and making his bed, picking up the glass he had on his bedside table and collecting it with the few other bits of trash and dumping them into the trash can nearby.
His eyes drifted back over to Amber and Harpy. "Well, there goes my steam." He bemoaned, rolling his shoulders and leaned back in the chair, flipping his tangled long blond hair out of his eyes. "Sooo, this is kind of awkward."
"Just a little, ever heard of knocking?" Harpy grumbled. "Lucky we don't press for harassment to be honest."
Amber looked over her shoulder and shot her a look that made the Pink haired punk look away with a roll of her eyes. "Jaune... I… That, was…" She was trying to find the words to describe it. "I'm surprised you're not angry with me, You're disappointed in me though."
"I…" there was no point in lying, he had wanted to be angry but just couldn't find it in him to be mad with her. "I was on a date, I hardly get to decide who you're.." He was going to say fucking but thought better of it. "Who you're seeing."
"Hello there," Pale called from the corner from which she was organizing his notes alphabetically.
"You don't get to anyways, dude, she decides who has her muffin for breakfast, and last I checked you're the one who clam blocked me, we should be mad at -you-." Harpy was holding back curses he could tell, and the glare she got from him was the first time he'd seen her reconsider what she'd said.
"Harpy!" Amber sounded defeated. "I'm sorry, we should have told you we were taking the room."
Jaune hardly thought that was the point. The real issue he had was so far from what he could actually say, it was complicated.
He was upset because it was Harpy, if she brought some random dude home and slept with him he wouldn't have been upset. Okay, he would have been, but he would have been happier she found someone who made her happy, her friendship mattered more to him than his feelings for her, especially when he'd found Pale, but Harpy was a whole other story.
It wasn't just that she was a bad person, but it was how she treated Jaune, Jaune didn't want to be around her, and if these two were going to be spending all their time together Jaune knew eventually he'd spend less time with Amber, not because he didn't like her. But because he just wouldn't want to put himself into a needlessly abusive situation.
"We should probably set some ground rules then, obviously we don't want that happening again."
Harpy looked at Amber and then back to him, both of them seeming in mild surprise.
"Y-you're not going to.. Get mad at us, or force me out?" Amber asked with a mild enough tone that Jaune realized she was scared about them not being friends anymore and him making her move in with Harpy instead of letting him stay here.
"What? No of course not." The words were out before he could find better ones. "I just hate her, you're still my friend."
Harpy winced when he said that, but honestly she deserved worse. "I'm right here, asshole."
"Might have been a bit harsh, not unwarranted, but you shouldn't say it out loud," Pale commented from the other side of the room, rearranging the minifridge with all of their groceries.
"Jaune." Amber got up from her hair and took a step towards him, getting his attention before pressing against him hard, holding him tight and hugging him close. "I'm so glad!"
That got everyone's attention, Pale looking on with a strange emotion wafting off her, while Harpy just looked away with a little red on her indignant cheeks. Jaune was surprised to feel Jealousy on her.
Wait, he felt? Was he feeling their emotions off of Amber? His brain shifted from that to feel the sheer worry and relief that was coming off of his wolf-girl friend. She really had been scared he wouldn't want to be his friend anymore, hadn't she?
He put his hand on the back of that impossibly thick head of hair, patting it slowly and hugging him with the other arm. "You and me together, until the end, remember? I'm not going anywhere even if you find someone else to share your life with. Same with me, I'll want you here no matter what."
"I'm so sorry Jaune, I didn't mean to hurt you." She didn't need to apologize but it did make him feel warm, happy to know she cared about his feelings. She wasn't sorry for what she did and she didn't have to, he didn't want that. But she was sorry about how it hurt him, and that meant the world to him.
"You don't need to be sorry, dummy." Harpy tsk'd.
"You wanted to apologize too!" Amber growled, not keeping her head from Jaune's shoulder.
"I! I did- NOT!" Harpy blushed even harder making it obvious she very much did. Jaune couldn't help but smile, there was still part of him that felt weird about the whole thing, but finally prying Amber from his shoulder so she could go back to sitting, he felt Amber from behind him, press up and hold him close.
C-could he still feel jealousy off her? Why was he still feeling Amber's Semblance and why was Pale... Happy? Happy and jealous at the same time, it was a weird cocktail of emotions. "I do think ground rules are important. I don't mind Jaune and Amber living together but I do have to admit as petty as it might seem I am a little jealous of two women sharing his room."
"Pale, you don't have anything to worry about." Jaune put his hand over hers trying to act compassionate and express that she truly didn't have anything to worry about, he was loyal, loyal to a fault honestly because he didn't even consider that Pale was more worried about Amber and Harpy.
"Why not move in too?" Amber smiled brightly "I've always wanted more girlfriends!"
"Girls who are friends." Harpy made sure to make it clear.
"Dude! It's going to be so dope! We get to talk about makeup and do each other's hair!" Amber seemed so excited, eyes practically bulging while she excitedly pumped her arms up and down, so hyped to get more friends."
"Did you say dope?" Hyper raised an eyebrow at her. "You don't even wear makeup."
"It makes me feel like I'm wearing mud on my face!" her voice whined, groaning in displeasure.
"We should do face masks! I have this amazing Charcoal scrub we should try!" Amelia seemed to be getting into the idea, almost as excited as Amber. Jaune just lamented how quickly the mood shifted when Amber got excited, it was literally infectious.
"Please don't encourage her." Harpy just sighed, and for the first time Jaune felt this, he felt that deep in his soul. The same playful exhaustion with Amber's endless enthusiasm taking a toll on them both.
"Okay, so it's decided we're all going to live together."
"I didn't agree to that." Harpy piped up. "Buuut, it would be the best option." She grumbled, eyes avoiding Pale and Jaune both.
"So besides that, obviously we don't want to walk in on each other." Pale threw in offhandedly. Which implied a lot by it, a lot that everyone seemed to have taken note of because Jaune. Until, five seconds later when his head turned to look at her, realizing what she just said.
"Well… " Amber hummed, mulling that over, putting her chin in her hands. "Well, I don't care-"
"Consider, I do?" Harpy called out, moving from her place on the wall and moving over to the mini-fridge and taking a Soda out of the bottom. "Amelia, Jaune give me your contact, I'll message you if we're doing it, message us if you're… being gross."
"It's Pale, are you always like this?" Pale squinted, putting her hands on her hips.
"Yes, next question?" her reply was curt and filled to the gills with sass.
"When's breakfast?" Amber wondered idly, not really expecting an answer.
"This works for the foreseeable future, fine." Jaune waved the question away and got between the two heated girls. "By the way, we can go down for food in a few minutes." Answering Amber who looked overjoyed at the prospect. "What happens once we all form teams and suddenly we're all in different rooms? Huh?"
"You decide the teams, Dumbass." With all of her infinite sarcasm, Harpy made sure to pack an additional little umph into that line. "There's four of us, I don't see the problem."
"The problem is-" Jaune started to answer but stopped, the problem seemed obvious but putting it into words that didn't just offend everyone here was harder to do. He couldn't play favourites, was an obvious one. Picking his girlfriend, -he had a girlfriend, what a good fucking day,- and his best friend's girlfriend to all be on a team together was exploiting that responsibility.
Then there was also the issue of their compatibility, Amber and Harpy were two of the best front linger fighters in the school, putting them on the same team was silly. Not to mention that Harpy was good, sure, but her semblance would be easily outmatched by other hunters and huntresses easily. All it took was one strength semblance, someone who could move faster than her heightened reactions.
Yang and Ruby both would easily be able to beat her, Weiss who could keep at range, Blake who could block line of sight. Nora could overpower her, Pyrrha and Ren might have trouble but Pyrrha had experience and talent.
Amber was strong, needlessly so, her semblance was next to useless in practical combat though, she also could not use guns and was more of a hazard to her teammates when using them. So putting them together left too many openings.
Now Pale was smart a great mind to have but she'd shown no interest in being tactically minded, it often looked like she would take more of a medic role or some support for the team giving information or interrogating enemies without the need for violence. Which would be fine against white fang members or rogue hunters, but internally useless against the Grimm. Putting her on the same team as Amber and Harpy, was like shooting an already limp horse in its own leg.
Then there was him. Jaune Arc, below-average marks, below-average combat score and no Semblance. He was a dead weight to any team he put himself on, it wasn't fair to have them lug his uselessness around.
"I don't think this would be a good team." He finally said after much thought. "We would be very strong in mock combat with rules and regulations but would be horrible in practice. Pale and I can hardly fight and you two would have no way to deal with something that fights from a range like a Nevermore."
Harpy opened her mouth to say something but the voice died on her tongue. Obviously, she wanted to argue that she'd be fine but it was really hard to come up with anything smart to say. The room was silent.
"Even if I put you three on a team it would make much more sense to pair you up with someone who was adept at range combat, a sniper or explosives user like Elm or Marrow." He shrugged just picking two of the ace ops for examples. "I don't even have a semblance, I'd be useless to you guys."
"Jaune." Pale's considered tone from behind him made everyone look at her. "Do you think you don't have a semblance?"
Now it was his turn to be confused, along with everyone else, his head tilted to the side, a perplexing look crossing his face. "I… I don't?"
"No, you do. Jaune I can tell the Semblances and Aura of people I touch, I wouldn't be able to sense your Aura if you didn't have a semblance."
"Wait, I have a semblance?" Jaune felt something, it was mostly shock but there was like a little bit of hopefulness ebbing in there too. What could his semblance be if he hadn't noticed it? Oh no it's super lame isn't it?
"I mean it's not that simple, I can like, feel how it acts, it's not like they have names or express purposes." She tried to find the words for it, chewing on the nail of her thumb. "It's like… Well, take Clover's Semblance for example, I wouldn't just feel 'good luck' come off of him, that's so bizarre, what does that even feel like? How would I taste or smell good luck? But, I feel this odd sensation of the world around him feeling wobbly, like his arua changes things close to him, like his subconscious is touching the world around him to change the outcome of events. It feels random because he's not thinking about it and sometimes there's things that happen which he could have never known would happen, it's like magic, so we call it good luck, but it's just the name we gave it, it feels like… like a liquid all around him."
"He's so goopy." Amber said with so much reverence that Jaune couldn't help but crack up a little, smirking at the inane chatter.
"For you it's like.. Like warm? But not fire warm, you're connecting your aura to everyone around you, taking their colour and adding it to yours, like… like a bank… but for aura." Pale tried to explain but it was clear she didn't have a good answer for him, she was lacking for the specific word she wanted to use.
"So Clover is wet and Jaune has bad touch, that doesn't help us." Harpy rolled her eyes.
That seemed to be the line that she'd finally crossed where Pale stepped forward in front of Jaune. "Why are you being such a brat about this? We're trying to work things out and you're being unbelievably rude!"
Harpy just smiled and shook her head, endlessly entertained by the annoyance of the more proper woman. Though a stern look from amber made her look away and take a more serious tone. "Whatever princess, this revelation doesn't change what the boy wonder there said, we're a garbage team."
"I feel like that's a really lit name though." Amber leaned back dangerously in her chair, Harpy and Jaune both inwardly cringing at her using the word 'lit'.
"That could mean his semblance fixes our issues." Pale tried to reason.
"Besides we all want to be on a team together, I don't know why we're fighting about it." the flippant tone Amber used matched the way she rocked back and forth on the chairs back legs with zero regard for her own safety.
But she was right, no one argued against her.
"That empathy bullshit of yours sucks." Harpy muttered under her breath, clearly embarrassed about wanting to be on Pale and Jaune's team. "Last rule is that Jaune has to stay to his side of the room, I don't want him touching my underwear or being weird."
"I can assure you, I have zero interest in your underwear." Jaune leveled his gaze at her, setting his jaw in a hard line.
"Oh don't worry, I'm sure mine will keep him interested." Pale practically purred, making Harpy go even more red, a little annoyance creeping into her features, that blush matched Jaune's own face, put his nose down into his palm, trying to hide from the embarrassment of some very personal display of affection.
"Pale, that's.." Wait she was going to show him her underwear? That sounded like it should be hot, honestly he preferred to see her in it… or without it not that he thought about it.
"You guys wear underwear?" Amber perked up, looking from Pale to Harpy.
"Ya… D-do you not?" There was some genuine concern in Harpy's tone.
"I mean like, not normally." Amber shrugged, not really paying attention to how every single person in the room was looking at her with a mesmerized look, every single one of them transfixed on the idea that the plump, curvy wolf girl wasn't wearing any underwear at the moment. "Like if we go out, sure. But if it's just classes or breakfast, fuck it."
"Fuuuuuu~" the breath word from Harpy was shared by the other two people in the room, everyone more than a little turned on.
"Right- S-so. Yeah. We can bring this up later…. I'll- I'll uh- stay to my side." Jaune wiped some sweat from his brow, standing up and pulling at the collar of his shirt. "We-we uh, should move all your stuff down here, right Pale?"
Pale shook her head, blinking twice before she looked back to Jaune. "Yea-yeah, I uhh.. You two go ahead to Breakfast… we'l… we'll catch up."
"Have fun you two!" Amber called after them, watching Pale's rear bounce with each step as she walked, being less than coy about watching it. It didn't take long for Jaune and Pale to step outside, leaving the wolf girl and her punk-rock girlfriend alone in the room. "They gunna fuck."
"And I should care?" Harpy rolled her eyes.
"I mean you are pretty jealous every time Pale gets close to him."
"I- I never should have told you I thought he was cute. You cannot keep a secret for your life"
"You can just bump his uglies, I'm sure he'd love it." Amber got up from her chair, walking towards the mini-fridge and taking out a soda.
"That's not how bumping- nevermind. I'm not fucking Jaune, He's a loser and I have standards, just because he's attractive doesn't mean he's worth the loss of dignity." Harpy squirmed a little when she added- "Besides, I'm with you."
"Harpy."
"I know you said that- but listen, I…" She grumbled and kicked her feet against the carpet, Amber coming up beside her and pulling her into a hug so that Harpy's head was laying against her impressive chest. To which yes, Harpy could attest she was not wearing underwear.
"I get it." That was all Amber said. The pouting Harpy just wrapping her arms around her partner.
"Dumby. Making me feel things, how dare you." They sat down together on the bed. "You know this whole thing would be so much easier if you just didn't hit me and none of this happened."
"Yeah." Amber paused, making Harpy look up with a raised eyebrow. "If I didn't fist your face-"
"Phrasing."
"Then you'd still be alone, but now you have all of us." Amber started to slowly pat her pink hair. "And my rocking tits. Maybe Pale's mommy milkers too."
"We need to get you away from the internet."
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Needless to say Jaune and Pale did not go back to her room to sleep with one another. The move went smoothly, with all of them filling out the quite large dorm room, two bunks beds, four dressers, two tables and one bathroom, quite nicely.
You might think one bathroom was enough but there was a public bathroom down that hall which unfortunately meant that Jaune did in fact brush his teeth in that one so the girls could get ready in the morning. The first week was of course a little awkward, changing, in particular, was often Jaune taking his change of clothes and leaving for the public bathroom, or being shut into their bathroom while the girls changed in the main area.
While you might have thought that Harpy was the pickiest she ended up being the most relaxed, often leaving her clothes around, bras hanging off hangers or chairs, she wasn't by any means a mess, but often she'd just leave a set of clothing on a floor for an hour or two before picking it up. For someone who made such a horrible fuss about it, she didn't care about anyone seeing her underwear, apparently.
Jaune had to admit though that at least for the first week it was weird to see Amber and Harpy kissing, seeing them just a peck or accidentally walking in on them making out, watching a movie on their scroll in bed.
Then again it wasn't like he and Pale were any better. More than once Pale walked into the whole group just wearing her underwear to get a rise out of him, making sure to come and sit right next to him in only the frilly white silk of her panties, more than once she'd unclasp her bra to just wrap up in a blanket, making sure he could still see that deep line of heavenly cleavage, with a wink and a kiss.
Though honestly, it was Amber who took the most interest, on more than one occasion just blatantly staring at the bust Atlesian.
There were some issues. Harpy did once threaten everyone she'd kill them all and then herself because she thought someone ate her last pudding cup until she found it.
There was no apology.
Amber did spend one night running around the courtyard, and while Jaune called it a team-building exercise, the whole team did have to work together to get her untangled from a brush outside, of course before any security guards found them.
Pale did leave for a day to go home and see her family, to which there was a heavy tension in which she practically threatened Amber and Harpy that if anything happened to them, she'd kill them all. All said with the most pleasant smile across her beautiful features.
As for Jaune…. Well, he hadn't made a scene, and honestly, even Harpy had grown bearable. The issue was well… being pent up.
Needless to say, it was hard enough to jerk off before, Amber constantly being around him meant that he was sneaking off to get precious minutes alone, but it always had to be satisfying little moments in public restrooms because she'd have smelt it if it was in their room. Her nose was good like that. Now with three women around him, it was only getting worse. Pale was the worst offender, constantly teasing him. But, Harpy accidentally walking out with just a tank top and panties hadn't helped, her fantastic athletic ass pert and jiggling in his mind even now.
Not to mention if Jaune wasn't thinking about his girlfriend's tits, Amber was talking about them, just amazed that they could ever get that big. Asking Jaune if he thought hers would get that big.
Jaune just wanted to get off so badly.
Normally he needed forty-five to an hour but honestly, he was pretty sure that all he needed was fifteen. Maybe less honestly. Tonight would be so, so bad for that too. Amber and Harpy were going out, apparently, Harpy had gotten tickets to a concert and specifically made eye contact with Jaune when she said she'd only gotten three tickets. Pale opted out and decided to stay in.
Part of Jaune recognized the look of pity that spread across Harpy's face when Pale declined. Was.. was Harpy trying to help him bust that blue nut? Wild to think Harpy would ever help him at all, then again maybe Harpy just wanted to get more of an eyeful of Pale that she was already getting. Neither Amber nor Harpy were very good at hiding their wandering eyes.
So that meant that he and Pale would be alone, to kiss and cuddle and have Pale pamper him, but he honestly couldn't take any more, his balls were so blue, he wanted to sneak off and jerk off in peace.
Pale had been so affectionate, it was honestly wonderful, but without the release, it was hard to appreciate fully. She would pull him in between those heavenly mounds of tit-flesh, patting his head and letting him fall asleep on her, she'd let him lay his head on her lap while she was studying, playing with his hair. She'd even ask to do things like clean his ears or blow-dry his hair after a shower. It was a little like having a mom but she seemed to enjoy taking care of him, even if he insisted on doing it himself sometimes, not wanting to take advantage of her.
Hell he even offered to do the same for her and though she'd only accepted once, a massage and doing their laundry had been fun, enjoyable, he could see why she liked doing it so much.
The only thing that's suffered besides his nut-free lifestyle, was his relationship with Amber. Pale took her role of cuddling up with him at night. Harpy had butted into their training sessions, with all four working out together at the same gym with the same kelp shakes, Harpy did have to apologize for the mess she made.
Amber and he just didn't have time to spend together without the others, they still liked playing video games, talking, spending time together. But, as Jaune had thought, it was harder to keep that intimate, loving relationship when both of them were in loving intimate relationships. He could feel a pang in his chest thinking about it, wanting nothing more than to open up and keep that friendship going, but things were different. Things were so, so different.
Sometimes they would lean their heads against each other laying on the ground, letting Harpy play music, and Jaune liked to pretend it was all a dream, that he'd open his eyes and it would be so many days ago, waking up after his first night here. There was a touch of melancholy about that though, he supposed change was like that, which sucked.
Still, now and then walking into Harpy and Amber exciting racing in some video game, or brawling in a side scroller, not even noticing him they're so enraptured in the game brought a warmth to his heart. Amber was happy, Harpy was bearable, he supposed, it was a good life he'd found himself in.
Now sure this was soon for all these barely adults to start living together but Atlas was very good at how the teams worked, there was a trial week, after which the teams became legitimate, but even then every month there was an anonymous check-in to make sure that everyone was happy with their teams and living situations.
Likewise, if Jaune felt like a team wasn't working out as he had hoped, he could also change them so long as he gave them proper notice, three months, to elect the change. He was their class captain after all, not just the leader of his team. That lesson was something that took him more than one reminder from Pale to get through his head.
That was an issue for another day though, today he simply had to get through classes and get home to his loving girlfriend, make her some dinner and spend the night watching movies in her lap. Trying not to think about the painfully fat nut he was resisting the urge to bust.
"Mr. Arc. Can you see what's wrong with this plan of attack?" While normally they wouldn't have such a renowned huntress teaching a simple class, The Huntress they had asked to teach the class hadn't arrived on campus yes, so Winter Schnee was the one standing at the blackboard going over a specific battle during the last great war.
Jaune remembered this same lecture from back at Beacon, it wasn't as simple as night vision, this was a real lesson about positioning and formation, but he never got the answer out of his professor and he was hopelessly lost on it. Three groups… four... Divisions of… Jaune sighed inwardly, why was he always picked for these sorts of things? How was he supposed to know what to do when outnumbered along the tundra's-
Wait.. he did know the answer, it felt obvious in retrospect, weird that he hadn't thought of it sooner but- "It's the middle of summer and they positioned themselves on the other side of a lake, arming the soldiers with horses thinking you could run down the enemy forces would only add extra weight to the ice."
Winter seemed genuinely impressed, giving him an approving look of surprise. "Very good. What would you do instead?"
"I would… wait them out, we have the numbers and supplies. It makes more sense to wait them out and see if they surrender." His voice sounded uneasy, it was a good plan but not amazing, waiting out the enemy while both sides were in the frozen Atlesian tundra…
"Very good, that's the answer that the Atlas general chose too. You would be wrong in most cases for taking this option." There was a however lingering in the air. "However-" Called it. "Both sides neglected to take into account the negative emotions brought about by starving in the cold, Grimm advanced and neither side was strong enough to fend them off. They call this battle the massacre on sanguine lake for a reason." Everyone in the room continued to write down notes until Winter spoke up again. "Anyone else?"
Someone from farther to the front. "Charge them on foot? Take them out before the Grimm shows up and use our superior numbers to defeat the enemy?"
"Again not a bad idea, but the general would need to march back across seventy miles of frozen tundra with only six horses. If anyone got injured they would not receive medical attention in time and would surely bleed out before making it to Atlas." Winter tapped the drawing of the map she'd made to show the distance they'd need to travel. "And with only barely enough food and dry wood to make it back, slowing down to keep care of injured soldiers would put everyone in danger."
"Would it be possible to use the Grimm to attack the enemy when they show up?" a Girl behind him.
"Generals have used the Grimm as weapons before but it never works out as intended, the Grimm know no masters and will turn on the General after they finish off their enemy, which brings up the distance and cold all over again."
"What would be the best course of action in this case?" This time it was Harpy who asked, more with annoyance than anything else.
"Unfortunately there is no good option, but when considering matters of life and death in war, the best option would be to ask for their surrender, and if they refuse it would be best to shatter the ice if you can and retreat to fight another time." Everyone was a little stunned, it seemed counterintuitive that when given the advantage, large number of forces, better equipment and training and the element of surprise that the best course of action would be to retreat or hope for surrender. "Of course this leaves the chance they won't surrender, but it is the gamble which results in the least amount of risk."
"Doesn't that run the risk of the soldiers we let live attacking us as we return to atlas?" Jaune asked, forgetting to raise his hand.
Winter just gave him a look but decided to answer his question anyway. "They have fewer supplies and their base is in the opposite direction, chasing after the general and his forces would lead to their own death regardless if they won the battle or not. This does take control out of the general's hands but without the ice bed in the way, they would be able to use the horses to secure the victory. The General may suffer losses but they would suffer losses in any scenario, this at least gives both sides the option of leaving alive."
"Isn't that conceding defeat?" The girl who asked the first question brought up when called upon. "Nothing was gained from the attack, The general wasted time and resources to gain no ground."
"This is unfortunately true. However, I do not think calling it a defeat would be accurate. It is only a defeat if you cannot fight again. Let me ask you class, which is more important, to win or not to lose?" Winter stood prim and proper at the front of her desk, hands behind her back with a ruler clutched in her palm just in case anyone acted out, looking directly at Jaune.
They were the same thing though, synonyms by definition. Yet… "To not lose," Jaune muttered.
"No one?" Winter asked, looking around the room as the answer dawned on the classes, Captain. "Well, the answer is to not lose. If the general had won this fight, which he technically did, the ground would be gained from the campaign. However, history shows that his sacrifice led to infighting and a lack of leadership which led to countless lost battles and untold loss of life in the battles to come."
She paused for effect. "It is better to live and fight another day than to achieve victory at the cost of defeat."
The bell rang saving the students from their torment of a lecture by the least interesting Schnee woman in the world. Even if most of the men in the class had a secret crush on her. Jaune got up, being the only straight man in the class who didn't care for her, she was a Schnee after all. Not to mention his plans later tonight were with a woman ten times her better in every regard.
"Alright everyone your new teacher will be in for your next class to get chapters seven and twelve read so you can show them you've read ahead for their lecture. Class dismissed." Everyone started to pack up their gear, books and pencils returning to bags and folders. "Not you Mr. Arc, Ironwood wants you to go see Dr. Polendina about further training, Understood?"
Jaune normally would have sighed inwardly about adding more stress to his day, but the few days he'd spent actually training with the General and other teachers, learning the proper way to respond and greet his superiors he answered with a hand to his temple and a straight back. "Ma'am."
A confirmation that did not go unnoticed, she gave him an approving nod, looking rather proud of the young Arc.
Maybe she wasn't so bad, as far as Schnee's go.
Leaving the class he made his way down the halls towards the research and development section of the academy. Passing by a few of his other students he got pleasant smiles, some even waved, he raised his hand to wave back. Another student passed by him, stopping and giving him an 'upnod'. "See ya' tomorrow."
Jaune didn't have to answer, they were already gone by the time he'd indicated in the affirmative but there was an odd sense that followed him through the halls of his school. Not quite able to put his fingers on the sensation and why it felt so odd.
Still it wasn't worth the effort to really think about it, instead he had apparently a job to do.
The research and development lab was a stunning display of Atlesian advancements, robots, weaponry, aura amplification. Everything from new dust powered armour to the vast array of weaponry. Now just that but also new engines for cars and trains, new communication devices. The building itself room upon room of these assorted labs with the best and brightest minds Atlas, and honestly, all of Remnant had to offer.
He passed by rooms dedicated to explosives, dedicated to rifles, dedicated to lures and bait to distract Grimm. Through the vast layered floor that was dedicated to combating the threat of Grimm. All the way to the largest and most well equipped lab in the whole building.
This was Ironwood's pride and joy, a team of scientists that were the top of their field, all working together to come up with the best weapon to fight back against the Grimm. Jaune had only heard rumors, so far but the favorite story Amber liked to perpetuate was that they were going to make a giant mecha suit that required two pilots and it would have a giant sword that it could use to fight against the kaiju Grimm when they attacked.
Jaune didn't have the heart to tell her that already existed.
During his first week he'd been introduced to the team, mostly because he would eventually be working with them to make weapons and equipment requisitions for his class, one of his many responsibilities. Which has been awkward meeting Pale's oldest sister that way. Another equally busty woman, though a little on the shorter side, short black hair with glasses, Diana Pale was one of the researchers alongside Dr Polendina.
Though her research had looked into the application of Gravity dust fields to create high density areas of pressure- Jaune didn't understand all of it, but effectively it would be like using a cannon to launch Grimm away from the city as they got close, keeping soldiers safe and sending Grimm flying.
It was an okay idea.
Jaune pressed the buzzer to be let in when a posh gentlemanly voice echoed from the other side. "Yes?" It rattled, practically purring, it was a deep male voice that had an inflection of a proper english accent. "I don't have time to babysit, is this important?"
"Ironwood wanted me to stop by, apparently Dr. Polendina wanted me to see something." He answered through the intercom.
"Ah yes, Project Arc. Hmm Fine I suppose you can come in." There was a loud buzzing sound and the sliding doors to the lab opened up, letting the blonde student into the stark white laboratory. Though it looked more like an operating room, save for the workbenches and tools, computer parts instead of limbs and organs, and massive robotic machine arms to perform complex minute detail work.
Jaune entered to see the only person still working, and clearly had been for some time judging by the bags under his eyes. They hadn't even shared a word, Jaune stepping towards a break counter and pouring out still heated coffee into a mug and stirring some creamer into it.
His feet taking from towards the workbench the only other person here occupied with feverish diligence. His slicked-back brown hair matched by the curl of his upward mustache, he was a man with a bit of an attitude but nothing Jaune didn't get worse from Harpy and honestly he was kind. There was a sense that all of his backhanded compliments were earnest and with a certain fondness.
The man looked up and from Jaune to the coffee, both men now had a mug in their hand as the scientist stretched his hand to take it. "I could have gotten that myself, I hope you're not expecting anything in return for this."
"Never do, Arthur." Jaune took a sip and smiled, looking down at the thing he was working on, looking like some sort of robotic eyeball.
"That's Doctor Watts. I may not be your teacher but I am still your better."
"Of course sir, because you're always one for keeping with formalities." Jaune gave him a conspiratorial wink and took another sip of his coffee. "Aren't you supposed to be wearing safety glasses while working here?"
"When I want to be lectured by a room temperature IQ, I'll go attend a class by one of those lap dog ace operatives." Watts waved his hand around and took a mouthful of coffee before setting it down with a thud. "You're lucky I even give you the time I do, there aren't many students I can tolerate coming in here and touching things with their grubby, greasy fingers."
"Aw, and here I remember you talking about how much you liked havin' him around." The deep rumbling tones of the scientist Jaune was actually here to see, came with a heavy base that Jaune could feel in his chest. Pietro Polendina, the lead of this program and the head of the entire research and development team, even if he said the program all ran it together, they all had to answer to.
"Pietro, you shouldn't make things up, it's truly unbecoming of you."
The laugh that followed from the dark-skinned doctor was a hearty belly laugh, one that resounded through the entire room like a base drum next to a microphone, you could feel it in your core. Pietro walked out with his robotic chair, the man having been in it for a long time from what Jaune understood.
"Of course, light forbid anyone thinks you hava' heart." When the larger man got close he put his hand on the posh Watt's shoulder and brushed his finger against the other man's cheek, looking at him with a certain amount of care in his eye. Watts just leaning in and enjoying the skinship. "You've been up all night haven't'cha?"
"I don't remember our vows saying anything about you being my mother." Watts countered back. "Besides we have a guest, one here for the prestigious and almighty Dr. Polendina, you can shower me with platitudes afterwards. We'll make a date of it."
Jaune just waved his hand, waving at Pietro and giving the two scientists a sly knowing smile. "Oh no please, I love seeing Watts actually have to be nice for once."
"So would I." Pietro just let out a teasing laugh and pat his husband on the back, "But of course, we can't keep making Mr. Arc waiting. Diana said you have a date tonight, we should let you get off to that."
"Ah to be young and stupid again," Watts said with some reverent, wistful thought.
"Well c'mere, I've got something to show you." Jaune following him to a series of blueprints on a table, looking at what appeared to be a skeleton made of metal, with an overlay of a female form on top of it. The larger man pushed those aside and laid out a series of different blueprints. Gauntlets, a bo-staff, a Lyre. "I drew up those designs you wanted, I'm a little concerned that you didn't want me to add any ranged weaponry."
"I uh… I don't trust amber with a gun." Jaune felt a little red having to admit that. "Pale and I aren't… we aren't fighters."
"Thus the Lyre." The doctor remarked. "Aura projection shields, assisted by elemental dust. It's a smart idea. Took a lot of work to design so small."
Jaune liked the praise but had to admit that the idea wasn't actually his, he thought back to Blake, remembering her Semblance of using dust to make elemental clones. "You didn't make a weapon for yourself though."
"I… I have one." Jaune touched the hilt of Crocea Mors. A sword his family-owned, something that still made him feel that little thread of twine towards his home. It was hardly a fitting weapon, it worked back when there was a war, but against Grimm it was often lacking.
Like him.
"I'll draw something up and see if you like it." Pietro offered, rolling up the designs. "But that wasn't what I wanted to talk to you about."
That actually got Jaune's attention. He put down his mug of coffee, now empty looking at the kindly large man across from him, pulling himself up so that he was sitting down on the counter behind him. "See, you're actually going to be getting a new student in your class."
"Oh?"
"Watts and I have told Ironwood, as well as a few of our colleges. However, since you're the captain we want you to know first, We're making a daughter." There was so much pride welling up in the face of the grandfatherly man, Jaune couldn't help but feel the infectious excitement surge through him.
Until. Make?
"Sir, you're adopting?" Jaune's brow furrowed.
Pietro just smiled and scratched his chin. "Something like that." Jaune hoped he didn't mean something like kidnapping someone, but then again if Ironwood knew about it, there must be something going on here. The larger man shifted and spoke again " I hope you'll help Penny settle in when she arrives."
Jaune just put his hand behind his head, scratching the nape of his neck and feeling a little blush on his cheeks, they wanted him to help show her around? He guessed he was in charge, but the idea that they would outright ask him to help was flattering.
Then he felt that weird odd feeling in his gut. That feeling he had walking down the halls, was satisfaction. It was the feeling of having a place of feeling wanted, loved might be a stretch but it was weird to have that sudden realization that you're a part of a group. Jaune wasn't just a de facto leader, but he was liked, people liked seeing him, or at least weren't actively aggressive towards him.
When he walked around in Beacon it was always weird, Cardin would taunt him, Weiss sneering, Ren and Nora playfully teasing him. Yang would punch him in the shoulder which was friendly but it was a joke, him falling and everyone laughing.
Here he was respected, liked, someone that people smiled at in the hallways. Someone with friends, mentors.
"Of course, sir. I'll make sure she feels at home!" Jaune felt a pang of pride in his chest, a smile across his face.
"Good! I gotta get to work on these weapons, but feel free to stick around and Make fun of Watts as much as you want." Pietro gives him a wink and re-rolls back up the blueprints he'd left. "And Diana wants you to say hi to her sister for her, and that she should stop by to say hi."
Jaune nodded and kicked himself off the counter. "I'll do that, thank you, Pietro."
"Dr. Polendina!" Watts called from the distance, making sure Jaune showed some real respect.
Which of course should have been the end of this meeting, but before Jaune could leave the room it was actually Dr. Watts that stopped him, putting up a hand before he passed by and waving him over. "I got this for your date, only a fool would forget to get their loved one a gift and you Jaune Arc, might be a fool but if you're going to be leading my Daughter, I'll have to teach you not to be."
Handing out a small cotton bag, Jaune only peaked in from the string pulled opening. Seeing a bundle of chocolates and candies. "Pietro loves sweets, so it's a perfect excuse for me to get them out of the house, his teeth will rot out of his head if he's not careful."
The genuine smile that Dr. Watts had on his face was matched by the Tearing up Blond boy across from him, pulling the indignant and proud man into a tight hug. Which of course the mustached man tried to balk away from, but eventually pat the young Arc on the back. "Thank you, sir! I won't let you down!"
There was an embarrassed tone to the older man's words when he spoke. "Right, of course, enough of this then. You'd better not, I'd be horribly disappointed."
Jaune let him go, wiping the corners of his eyes with that big goofy grin he was known for back at Beacon, finally after weeks, feeling like himself again.
He supposed that he had Amber and Pale to thank for that, didn't he?
"And before you go, I have some records that need to be taken to the archive. Entrance forms, I'm too busy for it and you have nothing better to do, clearly. So take them for me after your evening on the town tonight, will you?" Watts motioned to a box of folders and papers that looked like a fire hazard waiting to happen.
"Of course, Arthur." Jaune beamed taking the box, though this time Watts didn't correct him, just letting the boy go and be on his way.
"I see what Ironwood means with that one," Pietro spoke up, once the doors closed and Jaune was gone.
"I suppose I do too, I just wish he'd show some respect every now and then."
"Oh and you're one to talk, right?" Pietro's laughing could be heard in every room of the building, a warm happy sound that made everyone smile. He wasn't the lead because he was the smartest, even if that may be true too. Leaders are people who move their team forward, not just tell them what to do.
A lesson Jaune felt in his soul. Something that he'd make sure to implement, he wanted to be like Ironwood, Clover, Pietro. He wanted to be a leader.
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Jaune couldn't help but find a skip in his step, for as dark as the world up until now had seemed, his effort had all seemed for the better. He wasn't beyond the monster of his past but he was in a place where that didn't matter, the ghosts of buildings he lived in didn't follow him across this frozen tundra.
He was in a home that slept soundly without the echoing footsteps of the dead to wander its lit, inviting halls.
The Young arc had actually made another stop before heading back to his dorm, see he knew that Pale was going to want to make food, but he figured that he'd treat her and get her favourite take out, some Menagerie cuisine, sweet and sour chicken with chicken fried rice. Of course, her favourite part was the side of almond guy ding that was large enough to be a full meal in and of itself. She always saved half for the morning after, saying it was even better a day old and microwaved.
Of course, that wasn't all, Watts had given him the idea of getting her chocolates, but he decided maybe he should get her some flowers too, not a bundle or bouquet, but a small batch of five red tulips and four lilies at the corners and a big white and mauve carnation in the center. The kindly old lady said it represented love, he was pretty sure that was roses but he didn't know enough about flowers or writing to dispute that.
With flowers, chocolate and food it added a little extra to his mood, excited to see her reaction to all of it.
Getting to the door of his room, he waited outside, awkwardly standing in the hallway, nerves eating at the edges of his gut. Putting the flowers under his arm he put his hand against the scanner, feeling the tinge of dust linger against his palm. Watts had explained the process to him once, the dust would react to the handprint it remembered and would communicate with the computer inside to unlock the door. He heard the latch click and turning the door handle it was easy to push right in.
"Jaune?" The words sung like a pleasant lullaby. Pale's voice so sweet a siren's call that it lulled him into the room forgetting he was supposed to be hiding his surprise. "Wait! I have something for you, stay out for one second!"
"Ope!" He stumbled and stepped back, staying in the doorway and keeping the metal slab between the two of them so he couldn't see her 'gift'. "I actually got something for you too."
"You did?" Her voice was surprised, no rather shocked, not like she wasn't expecting it, but like she would have been happy even if he hadn't.
"I did." He confirmed with a little sing-song tune to his words. "You said you were thinking about making dinner for date night, but I decided you deserve a little treat and got some take out."
"Jaune." Her voice was serious. His brow furrowed, was she mad at him? "Jaune you didn't. Tell me you didn't go get me Menagerie take out."
"I-I did… Are… did you already make food?" It was so early though.
"Jaune, come in here."
Rounding the door, the inexperienced leader was met with the cutest sight he'd ever laid eyes on. Pale had her hair pinned up into a tight ponytail, hair curled up into a half loop, she still had on most of her makeup, eyeliner, lipstick, but it was minimal. A very natural look for her with only small additions. She had on a very loose crop top, simple gray that was only a modicum shade darker than her pale while skin, showing off that sexy curve inward of her midriff, proud of her slim figure in delicious contrast to her wide hips and plump chest. A design of a cartoon bunny Jaune was very familiar with on the chest of her cut-up top.
Following down the lines of her luscious bombshell body she wore tight Yoga pants that clung to the perfect ass, they had breathing mech on her thighs that let a little of that creamy white flesh peek out past the black fabric.
Besides that, she was the cutest, sexiest woman he'd ever laid eyes on, in her hands were a bundle of flowers and a takeout box from the exact same restaurant he'd gone to. Her flowers a mix of Roses and Orchids, both of which Jaune recognized to be love flowers, he felt pretty dumb with Lilies.
"Pale, you didn't." He looked dumbfounded at her, both of them smiling, then snickering, then breaking out into full belly laughs and doubling over. Jaune leaned back with tears in his eyes as Pale stumbled closer to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "I knew roses were better!" He shook his head between fits of giggles.
"You are the cutest boy in the whole world." Her lips pressed against his, just a soft little kiss but it made Jaune's day shine like sun rays. She took the flowers from his hands and gave them a sniff, smiling a sweet colourful smile, eyes dreamily looking from the gift to him. "No one's ever gotten me flowers before."
"I'm more surprised you got me flowers, those are for me right?" Jaune shook his head, letting the door close behind him and stepping into the dorm room. When she nodded and handed them to him he understood why girls liked getting them so much, it felt so thoughtful, there was something about seeing something beautiful, giving them to someone beautiful. He felt his face was hot but didn't care, he wondered why it was so weird to get boys flowers? Jaune would have to get her more, she deserved more than just the few he'd gotten her.
Pale just couldn't keep herself away, looking between the flowers, then kissing his cheek, putting them in a vase and pulling him in for a hug, he could barely get the plates out with her clinging to him so tightly. Holding her body against his and hugging him with all of her might. "You are just the sweetest most wonderful man, Jaune Arc."
"Pale." He muttered embarrassed by her flattery. "You do realize you did the same for me, and first too." His words fell on deaf ears as pale just grabbed him and held him tight, pressing her chest into his back and kissing his cheek and neck with feverish pecking lips.
"I could just eat you up!" Biting onto his ear and electing a little yelp of surprise, but also some throaty groan that Jaune hadn't been expecting. A small pur coming from her throat like she was pleased by that revelation. Only for both their stomachs to groan in annoyance at not being full, at practically the same time.
"Well maybe we should eat first, then I can take you for a taste test?" While Pale teased him he just leaned back into her embrace, head against her shoulder and face towards the ceiling. Hard to imagine there was ever a time he thought she might have nefarious intentions for him.
"You're amazing." He mused idly, and arm reaching back and touching the softness of her cheek. A little swell of emotion hitting him hard in the gut, the sudden lurch of love and goodness so unexpected he actually felt little tears welling up in the corner of his eyes.
It felt so good to have someone touch him, to have someone love him. He wasn't touch starved with Amber in his life, obviously, but the world had been so dark for so long, now he was surrounded by love and respect. How had he lived without this, how had he survived without this for so long?
"I have someone worth being amazing too." Her lips pressed against his cheek, a soft press that left a perfect imprint of her lipstick on his skin. "But now I'm hungry so you can have love after I'm full."
Peel back from him and reaching over his shoulder to grab at the food he'd gotten for her, her chest pressing against his face. A blissful smothering that made Jaune fairly sure there had to be a god, and god was good.
They didn't even bother moving to a table, instead opting to sit in the general room on the couch. Jaune marvelled again at the size of the rooms compared to Beacon, Each student at Beacon had to share a single room barely large enough for a single student let alone four. Meanwhile, each student had a hole in the wall bunk bed, sure, but they had a stove, a minifridge, a dining table, a couch and thanks to Pale bringing one from her home, they also had a flat-screen TV. They had an actual large common area that had enough room for them to actually breathe without tickling the person across from them.
Pale let Jaune sit down first, taking the space right next to him but laying across his lap with her head on their armrest, her plate on her stomach and his on her chest. What a wonderful table. She seemed more than pleased to be so close even if the positions were a little awkward. She just liked the physical affection of laying across her boyfriend.
"So what are we watching?" He asked, putting a forkful of rice into his mouth.
"It's a musical about an old Atlas politician, it's like a hip-hop rap musical thought," Pale explained, indicating to the posing man standing on top of a star. "The guy who wrote it plays the main character."
"There are rap musicals?"
"Well.. like yes, but no? Just watch it, you'll see." Pale had been bugging him that he hadn't seen this one, apparently, it was a masterpiece or something but Jaune wasn't one for musicals let alone political rap battle musicals. Even if their side of the room was covered head to toe in musical posters, everything from Grease to cabaret to Shrek the musical to rocky horror. It was wild, like seeing a boat passing in a fog and seeing fish with poles pulling people from the water, wondering what life is like in that weird strange world.
"Have you ever thought about trying out for a musical?" Jaune offered, listening to the introduction but not following it in the slightest, why was everyone just singing about how they knew this dude?
"Jaune there are two types of women in plays with big tits, the maid and Jessica rabbit."
"I wouldn't mind seeing you in a Jessica Rabbit outfit." He took another mouthful but couldn't help letting that mental image filter into his mind, seeing her bust barely held together by that slim red dress, her hips bursting out the seams, her long sexy legs slipping through the slit up the side.
"If you're serious I could order one, that would actually be really fun." Her tone was playful, teasing, but the way she nuzzled her head into his leg. Well, something was reacting to it in a less than playful manner.
His pants got tight and he tried to adjust but it was so hard to find a way that his growing erection didn't poke into her head. Pale was snickering, teasing him still about the idea of dressing up in a red dress. "I could dye my hair if you like red more than white."
Which was very ironic because his face was quickly turning a bright beat red. Her smile turned into a curious expression and her head turned from the Tv to him. "Jaune?"
"I uhh- Pale, that's-" Avoiding her gaze he tried to adjust again but now she was pressing her weight down onto him. Keeping him from moving too much.
"Seems like you really enjoy musicals." Her voice a teasing low tone, breathy. Drawing out her R's with a rattle to her breath, she put her plate on a side table, putting a hand under his chin to get him to look down at her even if his eyes darted to the side.
"I uh… Well, I just thought you'd look good in a red dress."
"So this is for me then?" a drolling purr echoed over her lips, shifting her weight until she was laying on her stomach, her breast squished against his thigh. Doing something that surprised Jaune as much as he loved it, pushing her cheek against the bulge growing his in his pants and feeling it throb against her touch. "It's so big~ Much hurt so badly trapped in these tight pants, poor little guy~"
"P-pale." Jaune stammered, obviously flustered by the whole ordeal, honestly, he just wanted her to stop bringing attention to it, it was awkward enough without her rubbing in his… well literally her face, but metaphorically hers.
"Baby~" Lifting herself up by her arms so that she wasn't just laying down on his erect anymore. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad, listen, it's perfectly natural."
The most cliche line in the book, he gave her a sarcastic 'of course' look. Red still clinging to the crest of his cheeks. She leaned in and kissed him, it was a soft little peck but it was filled with reassuring love. "I uh.. Didn't mind it, just.. Sorry, give it a second and it'll go away."
Pale just raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a smirk. "And let that go to waste? I'm just happy you find me sexy, I love feeling you hard, pressed up against me~" A shiver ran up Jaune's spine, his cock twitching in his pants, raging at him to push her down against the couch and do what every cell in his late teen body was screaming at him to do. "How about I help you with this, and then we finish the movie?"
"I've never-"
"Never?" She interrupted him. "Not even let another girl touch this big, thick, juicy~" She left her sentence hanging in the air. "You're so cruel denying girls this beautiful toy."
She lowered herself back down so that she was nuzzling against him. Jaune let out a little gasp, her face felt so good against them, even through the fabric of his pants. "You- Pale, You don't have to do that, it's fine, really."
"Jaune." She looked at him very seriously, her face pressed against the bulge in his pants with an annoyed and level gaze. "I'm not going this because you're pressuring me, or I feel obligated, I'm going this because you are very, very attractive. I've wanted to for days now, and this was a perfect opportunity. Now are you going to let me go back to being sexy, or would you like me to draw up a graph and explain it further?"
There was a disconnect in his brain that was slowly starting to mend itself, a woman being interested in him and wanting to sleep with him? That was a logic that didn't seem to follow up, it was like there was this unspoken rule that sex was something for him and for her to suffer through. Not just Pale in general, but there was always this idea media pressed that men always wanted sex and women never did, why had he believed that? It was obviously always played for laughs and was obviously not true, but still, he felt like he was being a good boyfriend by avoiding the subject.
"I'm an idiot, and you're so good to me." He muttered under his breath.
"Yes, and yes. But you're my beautiful, sexy idiot, and I'm going to make you feel so good, you see god." Rising up to give him another quick peck she readjusted to slink down to the floor. Her yoga pants stretched out, the fabric becoming sheer and showing her paper white skin under it. She wasn't on her knees but rather was squatting down, and turning to the side with her elbow over his thigh and pressed into the couch.
Her hands pressed against his abs, feeling the more defined muscle on him now, biting into her lip and rolling up the hem of his shirt, leaning forward to press her lips against his exposed skin, red lipstick marks pressed against his skin and over the hard muscle of his abdominals. Jaune let out a hiss between his teeth, why did every part of her feel so good? It was impossible to hold back the little sounds of teasing pleasure that jolted him with everything she did to him.
"Pale~" His voice was a gasping moan, feeling his pants get a little looser when she undid the top button and pulled down on his zipper.
"I love the way you moan for me, keep going, my sweet boy. Let me see how good you feel~" He made sure to hook his thumbs into his waistband even as she grabbed onto his belt and pulled down to wiggle it under his lifted butt. "First let me get our friend out to play."
Finally, the root of his length came into view, Jaune liked to keep it neat, smooth and clean and Pale couldn't help but suck in air seeing just how thick he was. She felt it through his pants and knew it was large, she couldn't be sure but she thought perhaps it was between seven and eight inches, larger than three of her fingers wide too.
Honestly, she was a little disappointed at that, she had almost hoped he was on the smaller side, 5 or less, something she could kiss and tease, comfort him and boost his confidence about. It was hard to treat someone with a big cock like a cute wonderful boy. It was hard to keep the composure needed for that when a cock like his inside her.
Which was a fear only compounded by the meaty thwack of it hitting her chin, flicking the hair out of the front of her face and looming over her with a dangerous shadow plastered against her features. Eight inches was being conservative, he must have been then, maybe larger, it rivalled her forearm for god's sake. Her mouth hung open and Jaune could see her pupils dilate, her mouth-watering as she took in the entirety of his meat.
"I am a lucky, lucky girl." She breathed with a sigh of reverence.
"It's not bad then?" Jaune let a little of that nervousness creep into his voice, even if it was unintentional, he, like every man was always unsure, he knew it was big but there were always little imperfections he could see, maybe his head was shaped strangely. Maybe it was supposed to be curved or had too much curve, there was always some way of looking at it that made him worried the first girl who saw it would look at him with disgust.
Pale just looked at him like he made the ground she walked on, her eyes were so full of lust and desire, love and reverence that Jaune couldn't help feel his ego go up a size or two. Alone with the swelling of his cock, which twitched and danced at each sultry breath mere inches from her face. Hot steaming gusts and drool-filled air wafting over his hard, throbbing girth. "It's amazing, my jaw is going to hurt but your cock is beautiful, so strong, manly."
She emphasized the point by biting into her lower lip, pushing her nose into the base so that she could feel the weight of that beautiful cock on her face. Feel it bend a little and thrum with the mighty heartbeat pumping virile blood in constant ebbing waves.
To even consider that such a beautiful woman was worshiping his cock. Face pressed against it, rubbing it with the soft flat of her palm, bringing her other hand up to cup and stroke the sensitive balls that dangled low between his legs. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever consider someone who looked like Pale, someone that made a supermodel look plain, could even look at him the way she was. Eyes dreamily lavishing his cock in their dark desperate desires.
"Gods you're so pretty right now." He murmured, teeth just nipping at the edge of his lip. He felt her shaky breath against his length, obviously loving the verbal affection. "I don't know what I did to deserve you but I'm going to bring you flowers and chocolates every fucking day."
She pressed her lips to the base of his cock. "Jaune, you are insane." She chided, kissing up the length as she spoke to him, getting closer and closer to the tip. "The fact you aren't just stopping with 'what did I do to deserve you?' is why you're so much better than other men. You aren't just going to sit back and-" kissing the tip and letting him feel the soft plush mounds of her lips. "Rest because you got the girl, you make me feel like a queen, you treat me so well~ I just want to return the favour."
"You're handsome" Kiss~. "You have an amazing, sexy body" Followed up by a wet sloppy kiss, her tongue sliding out to run down his length. "You're kind, and you make me loved." Kissing against his base with her tongue lavishing the idea of his balls, just teasing the idea of gargling that heavy sack. "You actually care about my interests."
Her tongue ran up his length, outstretched so that she ran its entire length from base to tip with her lips closing around the head to suckle against it before popping off with a wet smacking noise. "Now to mention you have a cock that will make me rediscover what a gag reflex is."
"Rediscover?"
"I don't." She stopped herself and amended the statement. "I didn't think I had a gag reflex, but this beautiful rod-" She wiggled it back and forth in her grip. "Is making me think otherwise."
"That's not your problem though~." She let out a haughty breath against the underside of his head with her words. "You just need to sit back and enjoy, tell Mommy how good she can make you feel~"
Momm-? "Gh-Ah!" Jaune sucked in air feeling the warmth of Pale's mouth envelop his cock. Taking just his head at first, letting him feel the parting of her plush lips, her tongue over his member, grazing the ridge of his crown and lavishing it with the most affectionate, wet kiss she could muster.
She lowered inch by inch, raising only enough that she could work his shaft with her tongue before pushing down just a little farther. Jaune could feel every movement of her tongue, every groove of the mouth sliding over his throbbing length. She got down to the halfway point, feeling his length already starting to feel it push against the entrance of her throat. True to her word she didn't even flinch, no gag reflex to even make her hesitate taking it deeper. Her eyes looked up to his, beautiful lavender irises blown out and filled with dripping affection.
This was probably the closest that someone could get to having their pupils turn into hearts.
The movie playing in the background became a static sound as she worked, neither paying attention to it anymore while she pumped her head back and forth, slowly methodically stroking her lips and tongue. One of her hands held his base steady while the other stroked up and down the slick length, working opposite her mouth so that they impacted lightly against each other every time she went down to push the head of his cock against the bend of her throat.
Then something weird happened, some song in the background must have gotten wormed in her brain because while she was pulling back just to the edge until only the tip was left, but she must have known the chorus because he pulled off, still holding onto his cock "Rise up! If they te-"
She paused, realizing she was using his dong like a microphone, her eyes trailed up to his mystified face. Both stared at each other with a new fresh blush spreading across her cheeks.
"Gods, you are the most beautiful person in the world." His murmured amazement which only made her preen inwardly, even more, biting her lip and nuzzling into his length again.
"You're so amazing, baby." She couldn't help but laugh, fits of little giggles coming out even as she leaned her face against his length, kissing it with loving adoration. Looking up at him with love-filled eyes, just taking him in and with enraptured bliss, obsessed with him.
He bent forward, kissing her forehead, planting his lips in a soft kiss against her paperwhite skin, holding there with his hands on either side of her face. She nuzzled against him, moving up to kiss the underside of his chin, hard to properly kiss from this position but the intention was just as sweet.
Both of them taking the time to let their giggles stop, both just happy to spend time together.
Jaune was marvelled, something strange and happy in his gut making him feel so at peace. It was the realization that this wasn't just physical, they could be silly even in their passion, open up to each other, and there was no judgment, only fun, love.
His lover went back to her work, pushing down his length and lavishing his pole with all of her affection. Her red lipstick smearing against the length of his shaft, marking the line she intended to stuck into her gullet.
Her tongue worked over the length of him, still stuffing her mouth with pounds of sultry fat cock meat, Pushing down until Jaune could feel it bending down the back of her throat. The top of her tongue ran along the underside of his crown, slathering the powerful cum vein that ran along the bottom with the backside of its smooth slick surface. Her lips rolled over him in a slow squirming motion, making sweet passionate love to the cock threatening to stuff her throat with its thick virile glory.
Pale pulled back, drawing her lips and sucking hard when she did. Slurping every drop of pre and spit, sucking as hard as she could until she was at the tip. She pumped her wrist, rolling it in small stroking circles to smear the slick dribble of drool over the length of cock she hadn't taken into her hot, slick mouth.
His toes curled, eyes shutting hard when she spit all that collected saliva onto his length, diving past the rigid shaft of thrumming cock meat, and pressing her nose against the start of his heavy churching sack. Sucking one of those heavy balls into her mouth. Jaune gasped, air stuttering at the edge of his lungs, all of the oxygen pushed out of his lungs from the jolting electric pleasure.
It was hard to look down at her and not think she was the most beautiful woman in the world, spit and pre-cum spilling down her chin onto her perfect tits, mascara running only slightly with bright red lipstick smeared over her chin and cheeks.
"Oh fu-!" Jaune let out a rumbling groan of pleasure, bucking his hips upwards into her stroking hand, pushing his pelvis into her face just a little harder. Pale felt his hand weave through the hair on the back of her head, holding her close with instinctual lust. A low moan of approval from her makes his cock twitch in her hand, their bodies so entwined in the pleasures they could give each other, that rumbling moan deep in his core, every breath from his nose a warm lingering lust that cling to the damp meat of his shaft.
Pale was amazed, she couldn't even fit the whole ball into her mouth, suckling on a little more than half, he was so swollen, so needy. She'd been teasing him relentlessly for days, even letting Amber in on her plan and enlisting her help in making Jaune as impossibly horny as the two girls could manage. Thinking back on it, maybe Amber got Harpy to help too with how little the punk had been wearing recently.
She pulled off with a succulent pop, drawing back to the magnificent pillar of cockmeat, eyes looking at it like an old friend. Now she angled it down towards the entrance of her maw and pushed forward, renewing her vigour at the taste of that savoury, salty precum on her tongue, letting her rolling deep groan of satisfaction echo through his length, his pelvis.
Starting at the same point she left off, taking it back at the start of her throat and forgoing working with her tongue just to increase the suction, pressing it against the underside of his fuck meat truncheon. She even took her hands off of him, drawing them up his body feeling the definition of those amazing muscles she loved so much. Feeling the smooth expansive landscape of his chest and abs, feeling the defined line of that pelvis V that lead down to his length.
But she wanted something else in her hands.
Making sure to keep eye contact with him, she moved the flat of her palms over his forearms, fingers finding the lines of his palms and seeking out the spaces between his fingers that perfectly fit hers. The puzzle pieces sliding together until both of her hands were intertwined with his.
That shouldn't have made it feel better, but the way his hands gripped hers, tightening with pleasure, the way it held him in place, the connection between them, it all served to add to that enjoyment she took in sucking his perfect, wonderful cock.
Meanwhile, Jaune was just losing himself to the intense pleasure, breathing heavy with an open mouth, unable to look away from the pleasured expression of his lover. Feeling like he might tip over the edge at any moment, he didn't want this to end, but endless teasing left him so sensitive and desperate for release.
"P-a-pah~" He mewled breathlessly.
Pale just groaned, loving the sound of his pleasure taking over his voice. She wanted more, wanted to force him over, wanted more than anything in her entire life up to this point to fill him with so much pleasure that he couldn't hold on and got pushed into the well of euphoria, filling her mouth with the salty reward she wanted so desperately.
She mumbled something around the midsection of his cock, each would sending vibrations through his body. Pushing herself even deeper onto his length, proving that lack of a gag-reflex with all of her might, her esophagus bulging from the effort of stuffing so much fuck meat into her throat. Tears of strain started to well up in her eyes, impossible to take in oxygen as her airway got clogged with the thick slab of stud-cock. Then for the first time in her life, Pale felt her body wretch on the length of steel rod bitch breaking man meat, her throat constricting as her eyes rolled upwards into her skull.
Even still she didn't pull back, only pushing herself deeper, ruining her makeup and smearing even more lines of pretty red lipstick over her cheek. Her face was a mess but Jaune thought she looked hotter than anyone he'd ever seen in his life, enraptured by the visage of his girlfriend choking down more and more of her beloved cunt wrecker.
Pale's eyes tried to focus, looking up at him with determination, pushing herself until her lips pressed hard against the base of his cock, feeling those churning, swelling balls against her chin. Feeling her nose tickle the hard expanse of his abs. She was vindicated, euphoric, she had taken it all!
She sputtered against his length, precum and spit splattering his pelvis and smearing her pretty face even more. Forced to pull back by instinct and retreating over that monstrous cock.
"Oh fuck! Pale!" His breathless words chasing after her along with that reward she'd worked so hard for.
She didn't even get halfway off his length. The first pungent sputtering of cum shooting directly into her stomach, she felt it splatter along her throat, so thick and viscous that it clogged instantly. She tried to swallow but it was next to impossible with the cock still stretching her throat open. The next torrent of rope splattering over her mouth, too much for her still stuffed esophagus to take down.
Eyes wide with surprise it forced down, coughing some up so it ran down her chin, coming out the corners of her lips and dripping down onto her exposed cleavage, ruining her skimpy little crop top. Her gaze grew distant, body shuddering in her own orgasm, Jaune completely unaware from the fact she was fingering the mound of her slit through her yoga pants. The third shot was far too much for her unaccustomed body to handle, stomach already feeling full she desperately tried to guzzle it down, instead cum shot out of her nose, feeling like it was flooding up into her brain she was so pumped full of spunk.
Feeling her body give out, she slumped down onto the plush bountiful fat of her ass, popping off of his length with cum spilling out of her mouth, two more heavy ropes of spunk shooting across her face, painting her even more white than her paper adjacent skin already was.
It took her a few more seconds of swallowing, one gulp, two, then finally she was gasping for air, reeling back and trying to wipe the cum from her eyes, her cheeks. "O-oh fu- Wow!"
"Wow is right." Jaune practically melted into the couch, his entire body so relaxed, all the tension out of it, he was pretty sure even if the room was on fire he couldn't have gotten up to run away.
There was one thing that made him move though, readjusting himself and leaning forward to kiss his girlfriend on her forehead, making sure to find a spot not splattered with spunk. "Alright, your turn to sit back and let me rock your world."
Pale peek at him from a squinted eye, still trying to clean her face of the messy gift he'd given her. She found a napkin they'd set aside and wiped off whatever she couldn't scoop into her mouth and even if her face did look like a makeup smear, she smiled up at him and his heart skipped a beat. "Oh, baby, that's so sweet of you. Really though I'm more than happy to just get my sweet boy off and finish our movie."
Jaune looked back to see the credit rolling and almost done at that. He blinked and started to question how much time had passed, it felt like seconds but they did say time flew.
"I might not have much experience but I do really want to make you feel good too, You can teach me how to eat you out." He offered, trying to readjust and let her take his spot on the couch but her slick hands on his thighs pressing him down stopped him from getting up.
"You really don't have to worry baby, I came, trust me it was- wow- yeah. My legs still don't have feeling." She took in a breath, managing to get to her knees and crawl back onto the couch, onto his lap and settled her magnificent ass onto his knees. "I really like getting you off, I love it, it's the thing that makes me all tingly. I could suck that beautiful cock of yours for hours and I'd cum every time you do, baby."
"I don't… I think I have an issue with not returning the favour…" Jaune felt conflicted, on one hand, he had a girl sitting on his lap straight up telling him that she got off on servicing him, that she came just from blowing him. And on the other, he hated the idea of not making her feel good too.
Pale gave him a sweet smile, looking so touched by his words. "I'll let you eat me out some other time, but really, I don't need it, I'd rather just make you feel good. I love seeing you feel good, I guess you could say it's like a fetish." She leaned into his ear, pressing her chest against him to really emphasize the point. "I got so wet sucking that big, fat cock. I practically came from your hands in my hair, imagining you using my throat to pleasure yourself. I could feel it building, taking control and pleasuring you. Nothing would please me more than tying you up and making you cum over and over and over again."
Jaune shuddered, feeling his cock get erect against that perfect yoga pants-covered ass. Ready for round two and to let her make good on all those promises. He was getting an idea of who Amelia Pale was, who this wonderful, sexy woman on his lap truly was on the inside.
She was kind, someone who was happiest when she was helping other people, the kindest soul who just enjoyed making other people happy. She made her own worth by how useful she was to others, she was the best kind of person, one who would take all the energy you gave her and change the world with it. He was in awe of her, she was amazing like that, someone who could truly be defined as 'good'.
Not to mention she was kinky, not afraid of who she was. Maybe there were anxieties around others, but when she was with him, there was no fear in her heart, she was so unabashedly herself. Jaune couldn't help but looking up to her. Beautiful inside and out, the perfect ice princess.
Somewhere in the back of his mind compared her to Weiss. He found Weiss lacking in every regard, how had he ever thought it was fair to lump them into the same boat?
"Okay, then you'll have to let me get you off, for if nothing else, my ego." He leaned in and pulled her close, cuddling up to the wonderful woman on top of him. Falling ever deeper in love with her every passing second. He was entirely hers now, and really there was nothing wrong with that.
"Deal." She whispered, feeling herself slowly start to drift, the exhaustion of her orgasm and the peace of being cuddled up next to him finally taking its toll on her.
Luckily they managed to clean up and spray some fresh scent dust into the air to cover up the unmistakable scent of sex before Amber and Harpy got home. But they didn't have time to watch the movie before they got home and got interrupted by the pair coming back blaring music and half deaf screaming about how good the concert was.
Jaune figured they were none-the-wiser but Pale had to reluctantly give all the details to Amber when the incessant questions became too much.
Still it was a good date, and he was looking forward to the next one.
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Maybe it was strange to even on his day off, Amber and Harpy playing some side scroller fighting game, Pale humming a tune and practicing sewing. That Jaune would be working on his notes, looking over his textbooks and looking at the files on recent military operations against the Grimm.
Though he had to admit, it was becoming a hobby of his to look into these, practice them in his head. He didn't have many hobbies, maybe he should look into that.
Still he put away the file he was looking at and reached over to the boxes of files and folders, all meticulously organized by the egg heads in the military. Though his attention was caught by the box of files he'd should have delivered for Watts. Entrance forms.
Curiosity got the better of him and he decided to scan through. They were sectioned off into accepted and rejected. He hummed and Hawed, not really paying attention to them but looking at the rejected section to see why some had been turned away.
When Clover explained it, it was obvious that Atlas needed warm bodies, so it felt strange to have some people be turned away from the program. 'Dangerous, criminal'. 'Dangerous, possible spy'. 'Liability, no aura.' He blinked looking them over. It seemed that mostly people only get rejected if they were of utterly no use, common people with no training and no aura who dropped out when they were informed they would just become regular soldiers and not hunters and huntresses.
Or if they were a danger to those around them.
They were marked by their 'designation' or the name they preferred being called. So Amelia Pale would still be called Pale. Most of the rejected ones opted for fake names or titles rather than putting their own name on.
Atomic, Breaker, Crocodile.. Extinction, Fuc- how did that guy think fucknuts was a good- Oh that's his last name, unfortunate. Harmigedon… He was about to jump to the I's when…
Harpy…
He pulled out one of the files, a rejected submission from an Ariel T. that used the preferred name Harpy. Build.. Accurate, blue eyes, Purple dyed hair… so not accurate, but she had dyed her hair recently soo…
'Danger. Criminal. Juvenile detention center.'
Jaune tried not to make a face but his heart was beating fast. There was a sense of dread welling up in his gut. He needed to check this. That couldn't be right, he checked the accepted students and found another one for Harpy, this one had all the same information but her measurements were slightly off, one inch taller, shoulders slightly wider.
Just enough it wouldn't show as weird. She used a different name too. Harriet B. Like the Ace op…. Jaune felt a lump form in his throat. He checked the measurements for Harriet, they matched the accepted Harpy's paperwork. Her address was different from the rejected application, she even put down a school… one that had been overrun by Grimm so they wouldn't be able to check it…
He tapped his foot with nerves creeping into his body. The rest of the room disappearing to the clouded mildewed darkness behind him.
Ariel.. Or Harpy… she faked her transcripts.
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