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Radian, Gallia, Vale, Remnant
Nine years after Salem's Defeat
Yang Xiao-Long didn't feel like a human being. More like a tangle of scars and regrets holed up in a cozy cabin on Ruby and Jaune's farmland in Radian. The place was almost too perfect—clean, well-appointed, with wide windows that let in golden sunlight and a fridge perpetually stocked with beer from the local brewery. It was a haven, free of rent, free of demands, and yet… It felt like a cage. Yang slumped on the couch, a bottle in hand, nursing a hangover that throbbed like a second pulse, when a knock at the door jolted her.
"I'm not home!" she yelled, her voice rough with irritation.
The door creaked open, and Jaune Arc stepped in, his blue eyes bright despite the mechanical hand he adjusted absently. "Well, that's a neat trick."
Yang glared, her lilac eyes bloodshot and sharp. "What do you want, Vomit Boy?"
"It's a great morning," Jaune said, undeterred by her venom. "Why don't we spar some?"
Jaune's face had that stubborn look she knew too well—no room for argument.
She groaned, dragging herself to her feet, the weight of her hangover making every step a chore. "Sure, not like I had anything planned for today," she muttered, grabbing her gear with a begrudging scowl.
They stepped out to the lawn just beyond the farmhouse, where Zwei and his pups romped through the grass, their yips mingling with the laughter of Julian, Ruby and Jaune's three-year-old son. The boy, a mini-Jaune with Ruby's silver eyes and heart-shaped face, spotted Yang and barreled toward her.
"Aunt Yang!" he squealed, wrapping his arms around her leg in a fierce hug.
Yang's face pinched, fighting the urge to melt under his affection. Ah, my heart! He's too cute! she thought, schooling her features into something cooler.
"You sure it's safe for little P-money to be out here while we do this?" She asked Jaune, nodding toward the baby carrier where one-year-old Pyrrha slept soundly. Jaune smiled, ruffling Julian's hair. "Yeah. Zwei Junior never leaves her side. And my Aura sensing's good. Plus, I've got Julian to look after his little sister, don't I?"
"Yes, Daddy!" Julian chirped, puffing out his tiny chest.
Jaune hugged him tightly. "That's my boy."
There went another shot to her heart. She grimaced.
Julian scampered off to sit by Pyrrha, clutching a Scroll to record the spar. Jaune swung his sword into a well practiced stance, his movements smooth and practiced. Yang tried to mirror him, but her stance was a mess—wobbly, restrained, nothing like the fiery brawler she'd once been. Her thoughts drifted, dark and heavy.
Not like I was actually looking to fight anymore… close your heart to it, Yang. That life's gone, along with who I was.
Jaune struck first, a simple kata she could've parried in her sleep at her peak. She got the first two strikes, but fell for the feint and took the real strike head on. The blow sent her skidding across the dirt, landing hard on her back.
"Ow…" she groaned, rubbing her head.
"Yang!" Jaune called, reaching for her, concern flashing in his eyes.
"Aunt Yang!" Julian echoed, his little voice trembling.
Yang grunted and got back up, waving off Jaune's hands.
. "Since when did you get so fast?" Yang muttered, squinting at him.
"Ruby and I still spar when we get the chance," Jaune said, steadying with a warm smile. "And we do missions—Alliance needs us to take down Grimm cultists sometimes. Good exercise."
Yang rolled her eyes, not sharing his enthusiasm. She pushed his hands away.
"If you say so." She tried her stance again, just as sloppy, and lunged—only to trip over her own feet, face-planting into the dirt. "Shit!"
"AUNT YAAAANG!" Julian cried, running to her side.
"It's okay, she's fine!" Jaune assured him. Yang tried to brush his hands off, but he pushed through this and held her up. He helped Yang to the porch.
Julian's big, watery eyes locked on her, full of worry. "Are you okay, Aunt Yang? Are you?"
"Sure, kid," she said, forcing a smile, dirt still smudged on her face. Against her better judgment, she wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close, his warmth a small comfort against the ache in her chest. "Just got a bit of a headache, is all."
"I'll get breakfast," Jaune said, "Julian? Keep an eye on your aunt and sister, okay?"
"Okay Daddy!" Julian promised, as Jaune headed back into the farmhouse. Yang glanced over at Pyrrha-She was still sleeping peacefully, Zwei himself resting his head on her belly to keep her calm. It was so precious…
Julian hugged her tightly, and she felt his little heartbeat against her chest. She pinched her face again, and held his head against her chest to keep him from seeing it.
Jaune returned with plates of scrambled eggs, pancakes, ham, and fruit, handing one to Yang. "Here, we can train afterward," he said, shooing Zwei away just enough to pull Pyrrha up and into his lap as she woke, whining softly. He fed her bits of fruit and pancake, her one-toothed smile lighting up as she babbled, "Dada!"
"It's gonna get hectic with the twins," Jaune said, chuckling. "But Julian and Pyrrha are on solid foods, so it's smoother."
Yang snorted.
"Yeah, I was there last month," she mumbled, digging into her food slowly. She still felt sick but the protein helped. She was interrupted moments later by an adorable attack:
Pyrrha toddled over to Yang, collapsing onto her thigh with a gummy grin she shared with her aunt. Julian joined her, hugging his sister, their giggles filling the air as they playfully wrestled.
Yang's heart clenched, and before she could stop herself, she scooped Pyrrha up, nuzzling her close. "AWW, WHY ARE YOUR KIDS SO CUTE? NOT EVEN RUBY WAS THIS CUTE AT THEIR AGE!" Tears pricked her eyes, her voice breaking. "Why couldn't I have kids like this…"
Jaune's face softened, concern deepening. "Y-Yang?"
Pyrrha began to cry, and Julian kissed Yang's cheek, his little arms tight around her. Jaune stood, guiding Yang up to her feet. Pyrrha held on as Julian slid down to hold onto Yang's leg, and Jaune guided the whole group inside the farmhouse as Yang wept.
"Hey, champ, let's get Pyrrha and your auntie settled, okay?"
"Okay!" Julian chirped, toddling after them.
Yang collapsed onto the nearest couch in front of the TV, still sobbing.
Jaune set the kids in a fenced-off play area with Zwei Junior watching over, then returned to sit beside Yang on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she hesitated before leaning in.
"Yang… I haven't asked you anything since you showed up a few month ago. I respected your privacy. Ruby said you needed time… but if you want to talk, I'll listen."
"I-I'm fine," she tried desperately, even as she stared into the distance.
Jaune pressed gently, "At the moment, a first-year student—hell, me as a first-year—could beat you."
A heavy silence ensued, only broken by Pyrrha's babbling. Yang sucked in a deep breath.
"Do you think something's wrong with me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, not meeting his eyes.
"I do," Jaune said softly. "I think you're hurting… and I want to help. Ruby's worried too."
Yang's lips trembled, tears spilling over. "Why does everyone always leave me? Why is it that when I try to make them stay, it just pushes them farther away?" Her voice shook, raw and jagged. "I tried, I really did, but no matter what, I couldn't get her to stay…" She laughed, bitter and hollow. "Story of my life, am I right?"
Jaune hugged her tightly, his warmth steady against her trembling. "Yang… I'm sorry, please don't get angry… but Ruby and I think Blake did you wrong. She was a total… bad word I'm not saying in front of the kids."
Yang's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away.
"Raven didn't deserve you. Neither did Blake. You're better off without them. And you know who didn't leave? Me and Ruby. I know I'm biased, but I think we're better company."
Yang's tears fell faster, her voice small. "D-do you really mean that?"
"If Salem and the Ever After couldn't separate us, what could?" Jaune said, his smile warm. "Look at Julian and Pyrrha. They love you. Do you really care what Raven or Blake thinks? To them, you're as important as me, Ruby, or anyone in our family."
"Daddy! Daddy!" Julian called, waving a scribbled card. "Pyrrha and I made a card for Auntie Yang!"
Jaune grinned.
"Really? That's great, buddy!"
Jaune got up, walked to the play area, scooped up the kids and helped them toddle over.
"Cause you give cards to make people feel better!" Julian said, handing Yang a mess of scribbles—a rough sketch of blonde and black-red figures, a house, a rocket-horse, and cookies. He eagerly pointed out everything to Yang.
"See? That's Mama, Daddy, me, Pyrrha, Granny, Papa, you, and the house, and—and a horse. With a rocket. And cookies. Are you feeling better?" Julian asked, his eyes wide and earnest.
Pyrrha hugged Yang's leg, drooling slightly, babbling as she looked up at her Aunt, "Yam."
Yang's heart cracked open. She pulled Pyrrha close, nuzzling her, overwhelmed by their love.
"I… Y-Yeah," she murmured with a smile. She sighed softly.
"I just wish I had my own baby, my own family," she whispered, her voice thick with longing. "Something I can say is mine, that won't disappear on me."
She looked up at Jaune, his warm smile, his kind eyes, his broad chest and muscles… She flushed.
Oh no… No, don't you even think about-!
The door burst open, and Ruby's voice rang out. "I'M HOME!"
"MAMA!" Julian and Pyrrha squealed, toddling toward her. Ruby set down the baby carriers with the twins, Nick and Isabelle, bundled in bunny onesies, and hugged her older kids tightly before kissing Jaune.
"The twins are all right. Got all their shots!" she said, beaming. She took in the scene with a steady eye, and glanced at Jaune. He nodded, as Ruby turned to her older sister.
"Yang, I want you to get to know them better! You haven't even cuddled them yet! Come on!"
Yang, flustered, took the twins as Ruby handed them over, their soft cries tugging at her instincts. "Shh, it's okay, your Auntie Yang's here," she murmured, soothing them until they calmed. She smiled, but it was tinged with longing.
"I'll handle Julian and Pyr," Jaune volunteered. Ruby beamed and kissed him. Again Yang winced.
"Mm… Thanks sweetie," Ruby said. "Come on Yang!"
Ruby led her to the nursery, where she began feeding the twins. Yang flushed a bit, even as Ruby continued to chat breezily.
"Isabel taught me this great Aura technique to make breastfeeding way easier! Way better than with Jules and Pyr!"
"I… That's great," Yang said with a slow nod. Ruby finished, did up her top, and deposited the twins into their crib. She looked back over her shoulder at Yang.
"Hey, Yang, are you doing okay?" she asked, her silver eyes soft with concern. "You haven't cuddled the twins enough yet."
Yang glanced at her chest, then glanced at Ruby's. "They weren't kidding about having kids making 'em bigger," she said, deflecting. "Yours are almost as big as mine now."
Ruby laughed, winking. "Jaune's not complaining. Neither am I~." She grinned and gestured back at her babies. "Come on, touch them. Feel how soft they are!"
Yang blushed, turning away. "Heh, yeah, no, I love ya, sis, but not like that."
Ruby blinked. "…I meant my babies, you weirdo."
"Wha—but I—" Yang stammered, mortified, and gently caressed the twins' heads, her embarrassment fading as she watched them sleep.
Ruby's voice softened. "Yang… Julian streamed me your spar with Jaune this morning."
Yang froze, her walls crumbling as tears spilled over. Ruby immediately moved to hug Yang, but she pushed her away.
"Yang, I-What is it?" She asked. "What's wrong? Please, just tell me! Let me help-!"
"Nobody can fucking help!" Yang sobbed. "After Beacon, I came apart," she said, her voice raw. "I didn't know who I was anymore. Dad tried to help, but something inside me was still broken." She paced almost frantically in the bright, colorful nursery, her words pouring out like a reopened wound. "I pushed it down—there were bigger things going on. Then Haven happened, Raven, then Blake… it was too much."
She leaned against the wall, running her hands through her hair. "I learned that day Raven left because she was a coward, running from a situation she couldn't handle. I wanted it to be more than that…" Her voice broke. "When Blake came back, I got scared. I didn't want another meaningless answer for why someone left me. So I avoided her, forced myself to forgive her—not because I did, but because I was terrified of facing why she left. I knew it'd be the same as Raven's—she ran because she was a coward, too, who didn't know how to deal with me! Didn't know how to deal with fucking anything! And-And I'm just the fucking same!"
The twins began to cry.
Ruby moved towards her babies, soothing them. Yang, lost in her pain, didn't notice. "And Blake? She acted like nothing happened, believing the lie I told her—that I forgave her. She thought I was falling in love with her, but I never loved her!" Her voice cracked, despair taking over.
"I just deluded myself into thinking I did to keep her from leaving again. I abandoned you, Ruby, everyone, just to save myself from that pain. I became the very thing I hated… a coward like Raven."
She sank to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees. "I hurt you, my-my own baby sister. I raised you, took care of you when Dad was drowning in his sorrows. I taught you everything to keep you safe. If that doesn't make me your mom in some way, I don't know what does." Her shoulders sagged. "But part of me doesn't want that, because it means I'm closer to Raven than I ever wanted to be. I left you to handle being a leader alone when I should've been there."
The room fell silent as Ruby settled the twins. Yang's lifeless eyes met hers, hollow and devoid of the fire that once defined her. "You wanna know what makes it worse? I hated you. All of you—Jaune, Weiss, Ren, Nora, Dad. I saw how happy you were, living lives I couldn't, not while I was trapped in that fantasy. But you and Jaune… you were everything I wanted. The Rusted Knight and his Red Reaper, chasing each other for decades despite everything. I wanted someone to love me like that, to stay no matter what. After all we've been through, I thought I deserved that. But everywhere I looked, others had it, and I… I was never enough."
Ruby's eyes brimmed with tears. "Yang…"
Yang's voice turned bitter. "I know why. A coward like me, no better than Raven, doesn't deserve that life. Someone who makes her mistakes isn't enough."
Ruby took a deep breath, stepping closer. "You're wrong, Yang. You do deserve better. You made mistakes, but you fought with us, risked your life for the world. You're punishing yourself, and that means the real you—my sister, my… my mother—is still in there. You're family. I'm sorry I didn't help you. I was overwhelmed, but that's no excuse. And… I hated you for a while too."
She hugged Yang tightly, her voice trembling.
"But I love you more than I hated you. You were always there for me when we were kids. You stumbled, screwed up, but you're not hiding or running anymore. Not now."
Yang's body shook, slowly returning the hug. "You should hate me… I deserve it."
"Did you kill Pyrrha? Murder Ozpin? Cause a war or serve Salem?" Ruby asked, her voice firm. "You fought to save the world. I could never hate you. And after what Blake did? I'm angrier at her than you. I don't hate her, but I don't like her right now." She stroked Yang's hair. "You took care of me for so long. I get how hard that was, how much you wanted to be free. I'm a mom now—I feel that little voice sometimes, wondering 'what if I didn't have kids?' But I love them. You weren't old enough to handle that burden, and I couldn't help you then… but I can now. You've been the strong one for so long. You don't have to be anymore. Jaune's strong enough for us both."
Yang laughed bitterly, pulling back. "Heh, Jaune's not mine."
Ruby's eyes sparkled with mischief. "No… but he could be. And more importantly… you could be his."
Yang and Jaune, who'd been listening silently from outside the nursery, blurted in unison, "WHAT?!"
Ruby grinned, undeterred. "Part of what I've learned is not repeating past generations' mistakes. Oz was an idiot until he listened to us. Dad screwed up with Raven and Mom. Yang, you're tired of being strong. Jaune saw how tired I was and stepped up. That's why I love him—among other reasons." She blushed, giggling. "I love him, and he loves me back. We're happy together. And… And so could you!"
Yang's face burned, her voice rising. "Ruby, are you asking me to get with your husband?!"
"Yes," Ruby said simply. "What, don't you like him?"
"You kidding? You could grate cheese off those abs…" Yang caught Ruby's smug grin and backtracked. "But that doesn't matter! You're asking me to be with someone who's married—to you!"
"Yes," Ruby said, unfazed. "You could be married to him too. No law against it. And you like him for more than his abs, right?"
"Y-Yes, but…!"
Yang's blush deepened, her mind reeling.
"You've carried so much guilt," Ruby continued. "Wanna make up for it? My way's simple: be Jaune's second wife and be happy with us forever."
Yang's protests faltered, a small, reckless part of her speaking before she could stop it. "W-would Jaune even want someone like me?" She slapped a hand over her mouth, mortified.
Ruby's grin widened. "How about you and Jaune talk in the bedroom? I need to check on Jules and Pyr!" She opened the door, beaming at Jaune. Not even surprised he was there. "You two talk it out, sweetie."
Jaune blinked, dazed. "I… o-okay?"
"J-Jaune?!" Yang squeaked, her face scarlet.
"Great!" Ruby hugged them both, then zipped off in a burst of petals. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do~! And Jaune? Be firm… But gentle.”
Jaune dazedly checked on the twins, then turned to Yang. "Um… hey… let's… go talk, huh?"
"Y-Yeah," Yang agreed with an awkward smile, "Talk. Talking sounds good. Let's just talk."
"Totally! Sounds great," Jaune agreed.
They made it to the bedroom, slow, as though in a fog. Yang stood awkwardly in the center of the room, her usual bravado shattered, her lilac eyes darting nervously. She lacked the wherewithal to protest Ruby’s “plan,” and now here they were.
Jaune scratched the back of his neck, his blue eyes mirroring her unease, which oddly steadied her.
“… Sit down?” He gestured to the bed, his voice gentle but firm, echoing Ruby’s instructions: Be firm but gentle with her.
“Oh, uh… thanks,” Yang murmured, her cheeks flushing as he handed her a neatly wrapped package from the bed.
A note was attached: Wear this while talking it out! It’ll help! ~Ruby
In the adjoining bathroom, Yang changed into a simple house dress—a soft, flowing sundress in lilac that hugged her curves just right, feminine and relaxed, making her feel exposed yet oddly safe. She emerged, tugging at the hem self-consciously.
Jaune’s breath caught, his eyes widening genuinely.
“You… wow. You look amazing…” He swallowed, patting the bed. “Sit down with me.”
Yang blushed, laughing nervously as she sat.
“Hehe, had it been anyone else, I might’ve slugged you for hitting on me while being married to my sister…” She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “…but knowing you, you really do mean that, don’t you?”
“I do, Yang,” Jaune said softly.
Silence stretched, heavy with years of unspoken things. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“…I wish… I’d been better to you, too, Yang. After Vytal… Pyrrha… I did everything I could for Ruby, my team… I didn’t do enough for you.”
She leaned into him, feeling safe and warm despite the guilt churning inside.
Eventually, she wrapped an arm around him too.
“Don’t beat yourself up over it. We were all kinds of fucked up after that—a few falling through the cracks was bound to happen. Besides, it’s in the past; not much we can do to change it now.” She turned, offering a wry grin tinged with sadness.
“Still, you really are remarkable, you know that? Taking care of everyone, looking out for my sister all those years… Ruby’s lucky to have you.”
Jaune held her tightly, gazing into her eyes.
“…Yang… I want to take care of you too. I want… I want you to be happy.” His voice was earnest. “Ruby… I mean… I get that this is crazy. Hell, I thought she was crazy for suggesting it. But I love her with all my heart. And I know you do too… And I think I could love you just as much. And… we would never let you run away. We’d be here for you, so you could be the fiery, wonderful Yang you want to be. Truly be.”
He stroked her cheek. “I’ve seen you with the kids… And I… even back at Beacon, I thought you would be a wonderful mother.”
He paused, searching her face.
“How do you feel… about me? About… Ruby’s idea?”
Yang’s heart pounded, a storm of thoughts raging—Is he serious? What if this blows up? The kids… our friends…—but beneath it all, a flicker of long-buried hope surfaced.
“Holy shit, you two are actually serious about this… You both know what’s gonna happen if we do this, right? People are gonna talk, our friends—especially our family—are gonna have questions we don’t have answers for! And-and what about Julian or even the rest of our kids? How are we gonna explain to them that their aunt just became their second mom?!”
Her voice cracked, fears spilling out to deter them—and herself.
“…If I say yes to this, how will I know you won’t just leave me in the end too?” Her voice was broken, laced with fear, hesitancy… and desperate hope.
Jaune stroked her hair, his gaze unwavering.
“Yang… if it helps, my grandpa has… about four wives.” Yang gaped at him in disbelief. He shrugged. “It’s kind of tolerated, and they’re very happy together. I just know them as my great-aunts. We’ll find the same answers they did: We love each other. And we’ll explain to the kids when it’s time. And as for leaving you… Yang? I waited for all of you and Ruby for twenty years in the Ever After. I never gave up, I never turned back. Do you think there’s the slightest chance in hell I would abandon you after all this?”
Jaune looked deep into her eyes. “And as for your mom and your dad… no offense, but he… wasn’t the strongest person. Neither was Qrow. They were good people, but Summer’s death broke them. Raven was always a coward. Me and Ruby though?”
His voice strengthened. “We will stick together. We will make this work. You think you’re weak… but you stayed. So… what I’m asking is for you to let go. To be weak… to trust me. Because that’s how you really become strong: when you find people you can be weak with… and lift everyone up.”
He stroked her back.
“You’ve been fighting this battle all on your own. Let us help. Let me take care of you, Yang. Let me be the man you deserve. All you need to do… is let go. And trust me… trust us.” He cupped her face. “Do you trust me?”
A cacophony warred in Yang’s mind, but the smallest voice—hope—won. She licked her lips, and slowly nodded.
“Yes.”
Jaune nodded, grasping her chin and pulling her into a kiss. Deep, but sweet.
Yang closed her eyes, nervously letting him draw her closer. They met halfway, and she slowly relaxed, melting into it.It was commanding—not like Blake’s furtive, sloppy kisses. Jaune was in control, but gentle. His hands roamed her back and sides, warming her skin, as his lips moved against hers and his tongue gently penetrated her mouth.
One hand rested on her temple, then moved to stroke her hair without asking—confident she’d allow it. He ran his fingers through her golden locks as he kissed her deeply, stealing her breath.
Yang could scarcely think, lost in the kiss, her hands clutching his shoulders. “Hmmm…”
Despite her earlier protests, she didn’t want any of it to stop.
He broke the kiss, smiling warmly.
“Haaa… Yang? Stand up… I want you to take the dress off.”
She whined at the loss of his touch, blushing profusely, but obliged.
“O-okay.” She anxiously stuttered. She stood up, and shakily pulled the straps off her shoulders. The dress slid down slowly, exposing her breasts before catching on her hips. She wiggled them, and the dress slid down the rest of the way, pooling at her feet. She wrapped her artificial arm protectively around herself, looking at him anxiously.
“S-so… is it everything you hoped for?”
Jaune was gobsmacked, his greedy eyes raking over her curves, igniting a rush of confidence in her.
“Yang… you’re as hot as my wife.”
He pulled her into another fervent kiss, hands roaming greedily over her body.Yang returned his fervor, matching his want, her hands desperately exploring every inch of him, committing it to memory.
“Hmmmhn… Jaune~...”
He pulled off his shirt and jeans, lowering his boxers to the floor. Ripped to hell and back, covered in old scars, his cock stood proud and hard.
No wonder Ruby’s always smiling…Yang stared, stunned, her face crimson. “Fuck…”
He was just as flushed. She cleared her throat.
“Go ahead… touch away.” He stroked her abs, making her suck in a deep breath. His hands slid down to grasp her hips, then crept up her sides. He then cupped her breasts, fondling them and making her bite her lower lip.
She ran a hand along his scarred, chiseled chest.
“Okay, I know for a fact you didn’t have these last time.” She knew scars intimately—decades of bare-handed fights had earned her own. Jaune’s were… strange. “They look… old…”
Her eyes widened in realization, then softened.
“Oh, oh Jaune…”
He shrugged.
“I… didn’t have Aura before I got to Beacon. Got hurt a lot on the way…” He ran a hand over her right arm, down the metal. “Are you okay?”
She chuckled, wry grin flashing.
“Heh, no better than you.” She gestured to his metallic hand. He smiled back, kissing her deeply.
“Mmmm~…” He groped her ass, his tongue wrestling hers, growing more aggressive.He picked her right off her feet in a bridal carry!
Yang yelped in surprise but wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Woah! Eheh, l-looking to get a change of scenery now, aren’t we?” A twinge of nervousness laced her voice.
“No… but I wanted to carry my new bride over some kind of threshold.” He winked, backing into the bathroom and walking back in. “Plus, you’re cute when you’re flustered.”
She blushed fiercely.
“Wha—but you—I—Urgh…” She crossed her arms, pouting, annoyed yet grinning challengingly. “You know, Jaune, some people consider it rude to steal someone else’s shtick.”
“Well, you haven’t been making a lot of jokes lately,” he teased, laying her on the bed, hand over her belly. “Maybe I have a talent I didn’t get to use. For instance… my favorite kind of eggs? Fertilized!”
Her mouth gaped, as her pussy throbbed. She licked her lips and grinned.
“Huh, I didn’t think I was into that…” She shrugged. “The more you know.”
Jaune shrugged.
“Yeah, see? You’re way better at the jokes than me.” He leaned in, kissing her deeply.
“Mmhh… y-yeah, maybe leave those to me in the future.” Yang wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him deeper—closer—basking in his care.
“I will… Mmmm…” He climbed onto the bed, Yang spreading her legs to let him get between them. His hand slid down, warming her skin with Aura as he rubbed her pussy lips. He kissed and nuzzled her neck, the other hand massaging her breasts.
“MMMHH!~” Yang moaned into the top of his head, one hand caressing his hair, the other fondling her free breast.
“Hnnn… Yang… here…” He pulsed Aura through his fingers, sending pleasure surging through her as he slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. It vibrated, hitting her G-spot with another pulse.
“AAAHH…” She tightened her grip on his head, moaning loudly into his ear. “AANNGGH… HAAA… HAAH…” Her body trembled in rapturous delight. Too long…
“D-don’t stop.”
“You’re so hot, Yang…” He whispered hotly in her ear, fingering her furiously, pulsing hot pleasure through her. “Haa… I wanna mess up your pussy so badly… I wanna knock you up~…”
Her walls gripped his fingers like a vice, her womb aching with need.
“P-please… Jaune… Haa…” Her breath—and body—grew immensely hot, lilac eyes blazing with raw desire as she bucked against his hand.
“Please~?” Jaune whispered hotly into her ear. Yang moaned, bucking her pussy up against his hand.
“Pl-Please…! AHHH~!” She came hard, squirting all over his hand as she cried out in bliss. Jaune held her throughout her orgasm, his warmth and strength making her croon.
“Ah-AHHHNN~!”
Jaune kissed her tenderly, and she held him tightly. She held his shoulder, even as she shook. They broke the kiss, and Jaune nuzzled her tenderly. A nuzzle she returned. Tears fell from her eyes, as he held her tightly.
“J-Jaune, Jaune,” she whispered. He held up his fingers to her lips, and she licked them. “Haa… P-Please…”
“Please what?” Jaune asked, gentle but firm.
“Pl-Please…!” Yang moaned. Jaune chuckled, and moved over her. She spread her legs, and looked down. She bit her lower lip and moaned softly as he rubbed his weeping cockhead against her soaked lower lips.
“Please what?” He again asked, his smile cheeky “Tell me. What do you want, Yang?”
“I… I-I want…” She flushed. “Wh-Why do I… Need to say it…?”
Jaune kissed her neck, then her lips. He looked her right in her eyes.
“Because there are gonna be moments you doubt this… When you’re afraid… And you are going to remember this. And repeat these words… So you’ll stay.” He cupped her cheek. “Make it a prayer if you have to… But you won’t run away.”
Yang trembled. She licked her lips.
“F-Fuck me… Put… P-Put a baby in me… Love me… M-Make me your wife,” she whispered. Jaune kissed her back, and pushed inside. She gasped against his lips, and moaned loudly as he pushed in deep.
“Ah-Ahhh… J-Jaune…!”
He spread her like no toy ever had. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but the pain just spiced it up. Her eyes glowed red as she hugged him tightly, holding on for dear life as he penetrated her. She gasped in his ear.
“Ah-Ahhhnnn…! D-Damnit, none of this-this gentle shit, Jaune! Fuck me!”
“But you’re cute when I tease you-”
“Damnit Jaune!” Yang growled, her eyes red. Jaune smirked.
“God you’re sexy~.”
She blushed through her fury, and rolled her hips with a gasp. He pulled back, just a bit. His control was frayed, but he had the advantage.
“Jauuuune! D-Damnit! KNOCK ME UP!” She roared.
Jaune smirked.
“As you wish~.”
He pinned her to the bed by her wrists, pulled out almost all the way, and slammed back in. Yang threw her head back with a loud cry.
“AHHN~!”
He fucked her furiously, the bed frame metal creaking loudly. Her spread legs slowly pulled together, wrapping tight around his wait.
“AH! AHN! AHN! AHN! AHN! F-FUCK, JAUNE! AHHN!”
He nuzzled her and kissed her lips again and again, driving her deeper into the bed with every thrust. Her legs locked around him, every inch of her body feeling like it was on fire.
“J-JAUNE! JAUNE! AAHH! AHHN! AHHNN!”
In some vague part of her mind, she realized he was hitting her clit with every thrust, and bottoming out. The surges of his Aura seemed to go right through her, the pleasure radiating out like a bomb going off every time his cock teased her cervix. She squeezed around him out of instinct, trying to coax every bit of his seed out as he panted in her ear.
I’m… He’s gonna… Breed me…! She thought, and she cried out in orgasm as though the thought had pinched her clit.
“J-JAUNE! JAUNE!”
“Yannng!” Jaune gasped. “I-I can’t… I’m gonna…!”
“JAUNE! JAUNNNE!”
She came again, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she tried to scream. His desperate kiss muffled her, and she felt his balls contract against her sweaty ass.
He’s…!
Her legs locked around his waist. Jaune roared against her lips, and she felt his heat fill her, his cock spurt over and over, flooding her womb with his seed. She gurgled, her pussy contracting over and over again in orgasm after orgasm, soaking his lower body in her juices.
“J-Jaunneeee,” she moaned stupidly, as their lips parted just enough for her to pant for breath. His hot breath washed over her lips, which led her to kiss him between her desperate gulps for air as a deep, satisfying warmth settled into them. He gently pulled out of her, and she felt his warmth slowly settle deep inside her as he withdrew. She nuzzled him happily, and he stroked her hair and peppered her throat and face with kisses.
“Ahh… J-Jaune,” she whispered. His hand rested on her stomach, and she flushed. She looked into his eyes. They were steady.
“You’re my wife now,” he whispered, “We’re family. And you’ll never leave.”
Yang flushed harder. She felt light headed. She kissed him back fervently, resting her hand over his as his massive load leaked out of her pussy.
“Mmm… I-I won’t,” Yang whispered back, cuddling with him. She sighed happily as he rubbed over her womb in a circle.
The door opened. Ruby stepped in, smiling softly. Jaune and Yang looked at her in shock.
“R-Ruby-!”
Even though she’d said so… Given permission… She was in here with Ruby’s husband!
Ruby just smiled.
“Eesh, you need to lighten up!”
“Uh, the kids-” Jaune tried, but Ruby shook her head as she undressed.
“They’re napping. Zwei is watching them, and we have the baby monitors.” She beamed, her large tits bouncing free as she discarded the last of her clothes. “So! Am I an auntie yet?”
“Uhhhh,” Jaune began. Yang rolled her eyes.
“Breaker, you’re a freak Rubes.”
“And whose fault is that?” Ruby teased her big sister. Yang flushed. Ruby strutted to the bed, her tits bouncing. She laid down on Jaune’s other side, and cuddled with him. She drew him into a deep kiss, which he happily returned.
“Mmmmm,” Ruby moaned. “Haaa… You know… Yang’s kid could use a sibling their age,” she whispered. Yang’s eyes widened.
“Y-You just had twins!”
“So?” Ruby and Jaune asked, before looking at eachother. They giggled, as Yang rolled her eyes.
“You two are freaking rabbits,” she muttered.
“You’ll be one too~,” Ruby teased. She reached down to stroke Jaune’s dick, never minding the mess on it. Hell, she lifted her hand back up and licked it off her fingers. Yang gaped at her, as did Jaune. Jaune’s cock went right back to full hardness. Yang stared at Jaune… And shook her head.
“Hell with it,” she muttered, “I’d rather be happy than normal any day.”
“That’s the spirit!” Ruby cheered. She flipped Jaune onto his back, and leaned down to kiss him deeply. “Mmmm~... What do you think, sweetie? Will it be a boy or girl?”
“I’m happy for another girl,” Jaune said with a beam, his hands fondling and teasing Ruby’s tits eagerly, “But hey, boy would be fun. Julian and Nick might feel a little outnumbered.”
“That’s true,” Ruby moaned, milk leaking from her tits as Jaune massaged them, “Oooh… Yang? What do you want?”
“I… I would like a girl,” Yang stuttered, “O-Or boy… But if it’s a girl, can… Can I name her Summer?”
Ruby beamed at her big sister.
“Of course Yang,” she whispered. She reached out to squeeze Yang’s hand, and Yang squeezed it back. Yang sniffled, her smile wide.
“Now!” Ruby announced, a bit louder, “I listened to you two fucking-My turn~!”
She grasped Jaune’s cock and slid down it with practiced ease, moaning in bliss as she took him in to the hilt. “Haaaa~! Fuck, I love you Jaune~...”
“I love you too, Ruby,” Jaune sighed. Ruby began to ride him eagerly, and shot Yang a grin.
“I bet he’d love it if you sat on his face,” she suggested. “When he eats me out, I cum until my brains leak out of my ears~!”
Yang flushed.
“Ah, but, he already-”
“He’ll fill you up again, don’t worry!” Ruby encouraged. Yang went an even brighter red.
“Do… Do we… Kiss while we…?”
“Oh fuck,” Jaune whimpered, as he grabbed Ruby’s hips and bounced her harder. Ruby moaned.
“Ooooh~! I-I’m fine… To try it… I-I think Jaune would like it~!”
Yang hesitated for just a second… Before she threw her weak leg over his face and sat down. Her eyes crossed as Jaune’s eager tongue and lips went to work.
“Oooh… F-Fuck, you’re riiiight,” Yang moaned. Ruby leaned in and kissed her heatedly. Yang froze, and returned it more gingerly. Ruby pulled back, frowning.
“Hmm… That’s a little weird,” she admitted, slowing her strokes. “Maybe we just work together on Jaune, huh? For now?”
“Y-Yeah,” Yang agreed with a happy moan as Jaune’s tongue found her G-spot. “Oooh… F-Fuck…!”
“Yesss,” Ruby moaned, pounding her pussy down onto his cock furiously. “Ahhhnnn… He shot once so he’s gonna last longer, oooh!”
Ruby bounced up and down Jaune’s dick with abandon, her eyes and mouth open in bliss. Yang groaned as his tongue swirled deep inside her-And his hand slapped her ass, hard.
“Ahn~!” She cried.
“OOH!” Ruby yelped, Jaune slapping her tight rear end too, “Harder!” Jaune spanked her harder. “YES~!”
“Oooh~!” Yang moaned, unable to keep herself from humping Jaune’s face. His hands went back to work, slapping Yang’s bottom again, and then Ruby’s. Ruby squealed and slammed herself down faster.
“HAA! HAA! HAA! HAA!”
Jaune’s hands went up to squeeze Ruby’s tits hard, making her nipples squirt. She cried out loudly, and came hard.
“AHHHN~! J-JAUNE!” Ruby cried. She groaned and clenched herself around him, riding him faster through her orgasm. “HAA! HAA! HAAAUUGHHH~!”
Jaune’s hands went down to Yang’s ass, roughly groping her cheeks as his tongue delved deeply into her core, his chin grinding against her clit. Yang’s eyes crossed as she came hard.
“J-JAUNE!” Yang screamed, squirting all over his face. She felt and heard his loud moan against her snatch, as Ruby moaned and pulled herself up before slamming down. She saw Jaune’s cock pulse inside her little sister, and his hot cum leak out around their joining.
Fuck that’s hot, Yang thought dazedly.
Ruby grinned, rubbing her belly with a happy sigh. She slowly pulled herself off, letting their mixed fluids leak out of her. She sat down next to Jaune, as Yang slowly crawled off. Ruby reached out, and guided her older sister down with her to the floor in front of the panting Jaune.
“Let’s clean him up, huh~?” Ruby asked with a wink. Yang shook her head.
“You’re an utter freak,” she said again.
“We all are,” Ruby beamed. Yang stared for a moment, then smirked. She grabbed Jaune’s cock, and locked eyes with him. He looked up, smiling in warmth and love at both women. Yang took his cock into her mouth, and slurped up and down. She pulled back, gasping, and kissed his hardening dick. She then smiled at Ruby and pulled back just an inch, to allow Ruby to lick and suck on his cock eagerly next.
“We all are,” Yang repeated, beaming up at the now grinning Jaune.
Fuck it. She wanted love. She wanted a family. She’d worried enough. She was ready to surrender completely to the man who’d claimed her heart… And maybe her little sister.
One month later…
In one of many examination rooms in the Arc-En-Ciel hospital, Isabel ran her Aura glowing hands over Yang's stomach. Yang laid on the exam table, looking anxious even as Ruby and Jaune stood alongside her. Ruby had also gotten checked, so now it was Yang’s turn.
Julian was standing next to Jaune, gripping his hand, while Ruby carried Pyrrha. The twins were being babysat.
Isabel smiled at Yang.
"Congratulations!" She said, "You're pregnant!"
“And me?” Ruby asked eagerly. Isabel’s smile grew.
“You’re also pregnant!”
Yang beamed, tears coming to her eyes. Ruby laughed and hugged her, and soon after so did Jaune. Yang held onto them both tightly, her eyes glowing.
"Really? You've gotta be… Kid-in-me!" She laughed. Julian and Pyrrha's innocent laughter joined theirs. The Arc Matriarch gently rolled her eyes.
"Ah, there it is," Isabel sighed. She raised an eyebrow at Yang. "So.. Who may I ask is the father?"
Yang flushed. She glanced over at Jaune, who cleared his throat. Ruby beamed brightly. Isabel sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Of course… Well… I see you're both Summer's daughters."
"Thank you!" Ruby said brightly, as Jaune and Yang blushed bright red. Isabel smiled, and hugged Yang tightly.
"Welcome to the family," she murmured, "We're never letting you go."
Yang sobbed, and hugged her back.
For the first time, she could believe it.