A/N: Yeah I've been gone a while, sorry about that guys. Life gave me a kick in the balls and such. But to make it up, I made this chapter a little longer and tommorow I'll upload the first chapter to the Sienna/Jaune drunk marriage fic.

Speaking of, 2 more drunk marriage fics popped up. A Jaune/Sienna one by Monkeyman10526, and a Jaune/Reese one by Brazenark137.

Now lets get to the reason you're all here. Here's chapter 15! Enjoy!

Velvet Scarlatina and Sky Lark sped down the sidewalk, doing their best to try and at least catch up to Jaune and Glynda, but even after several minutes of searching they were unsuccessful.

"Velvet, I think we lost them," Sky finally admitted with a sigh.

"Damn it," Velvet sighed as she stopped walking with Sky right next to her. "I can't believe I lost them."

"Are you sure you can't hear them anymore?" Sky asked.

"I'm sure," Velvet's rabbit ears twitched at that. "It actually wasn't all that easier to hear them to begin with, with all of the other people talking and such. Too much background noise," she answered truthfully and sighed.

She was able to pick up parts of Jaune and Glynda's conversation, but not all of it. As far as she knew, Glynda wanted Ozpin dead and tried poisoning him but it didn't work. Jaune for some reason did too and offered his assistance. A loud couple walked by obscuring her hearing, so she didn't hear Jaune's proposition, but she didn't need her enhanced hearing to hear their evil, scheming, diabolical laughter somehow disguised as a genuine, fun laugh.

"Well, I say we search some more, they couldn't have gone far," Sky suggested.

"Sure," Velvet agreed with a smile and they continued their search for the would-be murderers.

However, none of them noticed that they had their conversation in front of an arcade. And ironically enough, if they just peered in through the front window they would have found the blonde duo, playing on a Dance Revolution machine.

"Aww come on!" Jaune shouted, flabbergasted at the scores. Glynda beat him by fifty points. She couldn't help but smirk at his reaction. She wasn't entirely sure about going into the arcade with Jaune, she'd hadn't been in one since she was a kid. But after seeing people her age and older inside and having fun, and not wanting to spend the rest of the day alone, she reluctantly agreed.

Now she can't help but look back and feel silly for how she felt about it, especially when seeing Jaune's pouty face. "You cheated," said while pointing an accusing finger at her.

"Why Jaune," Glynda fainted a gasp, "I am absolutely shocked, stunned at such an asinine and juvenile accusation over an arcade game."

"I felt my foot move trajectory from the square I wanted to step on a few times," Jaune countered.

"Well mister Arcwit- Jaune, it just means you'll have to learn better foot coordination," Glynda countered.

"My shoe glowed purple when it did," Jaune crossed his arms as he stared at his wife.

"So the floor pads glew a color similar to my semblance and you accuse me of cheating," Glynda's tone and soft smile betrayed her innocence. "My my, your pride took that bad of a blow, did it?"

"I-... little bit, if my sisters found out I lost at a dance game they'd never let me hear the end of it," Jaune said before going wide-eyed and looking back at Glynda. "But that doesn't change the fact that-"

"That this was about your pride," Glynda's victorious smirk taunted him. She won. "Glad we got that all cleared up." Jaune's mouth hung agape. He got used to his sisters turning an argument on him and he learned how to counter it. Yet it just happened again, and Glynda's smirk said that she knew what she did.

"Oh," Jaune uncrossed his arms and pointed at her, "this squall is far from over Miss Goodwitch! By the end of the evening, I will show you that I am the king of the arcade, not you!"

"We'll see," Glynda countered while playing along. "We will see." How none of them broke character and start laughing would be a mystery they would never solve.

The Arcwitch couple would spend the next few hours trying to one-up each other. They went through a large variety of game machines. From wack-a-Grimm games, rail shooters, and even skeeball which… at which a staff member caught Glynda cheating and confiscated her tickets from the game as a warning. Jaune hunched over laughing but immediately stopped when he saw Glynda's trademark 'I will eat your soul' glare.

Through it all, Glynda honestly found herself having a good time. She couldn't really remember the last time she went to an arcade. While initially defiant about doing this, a small part of her urged her to do it for him, and she obliged. She was glad she did. Maybe it was because it was because she was spending time with Jaune or because she felt just a little bit younger, but she was enjoying herself.

Jaune meanwhile was ecstatic. He honestly felt like he was back at home with his sisters, having a competition at who was the best and who could collect the most tickets (that he lost on purpose most of the time to make his little sisters happy, not because he was bad). He honestly didn't expect Glynda to agree to this when he first selected the arcade as an idea to pass the time, let alone smile while doing so. Glynda smiling was a rare sight becoming more and more common as of late. He didn't know why, but he felt himself warm up every time she did.

They spent the late afternoon hours in the arcade. As the drew close evening, they realized that they went through each game and machine at least once an decided to call an end their competition then and there and tally up their tickets. Miraculously, Jaune won by having a hundred more than Glynda. Jaune made sure not to over gloat, lest Glynda stared into his soul again.

Since nothing at the prize stand caught her eye (like she expected), Glynda gave the rest of her tickets to Jaune, who was extremely grateful at the offer. But then came the problem of what to get. He could practically afford most of the prizes there and get himself something nice. But as he looked the prizes over, he spared a quick glance towards Glynda. Even if she said she didn't want anything, it didn't seem fair for her not to get anything.

But those top prizes looked so awesome...

Blake realized she may have been in over her head.

She and Sun infiltrated a secret White Fang rally to try and find out more about their plans in Vale. But then someone called up everyone for recruitment and Roman seemed to be eyeing them as if he was seeing through their disguises.

Blake had an idea, but it would involve compromising themselves. But since Roman was about to find them out anyway, what did it matter if she fired the first shots?

"You know you really didn't have to," Glynda said as she and Jaune were walking side by side down the sidewalk.

"Come on Glynda, you know I couldn't leave there without getting you something too," Jaune said with a smile, "you earned it." Glynda blushed slightly and held the object in her hands just a little tighter.

"I appreciate it," Glynda said, and she honestly meant it. Over the years, she rarely received anything outside of the holiday season or on her birthday (not that she wasn't ungrateful, far from it). Even if it was something as small as this, the act alone made Glynda feel very grateful, and a little warm inside. "Though I don't care what the tag says, I am not calling this 'Mr. Fluffykins'," Glynda stated.

"Aw come on," Jaune said as he motioned to the stuffed Beowulf in Glynda's arms, "he's so adorable." Glynda looked down at the stuffed Grimm, resisting the urge to admit that he had a point, and looked back at him.

"A real Beowulf isn't so cuddly. And I should know, I grappled a few in my time," Glynda stated in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. "Tore their heads off too."

Jaune paused for a moment as the mental image of Glynda decapitating a Grimm with her bare hands came to mind. Was it weird that Jaune thought she looked hot and scary while doing so? "Now that you say that, I don't feel comfortable with you holding Mr. Fluffykins like that." Glynda looked down and saw that she had one arm around his neck. After looking around and seeing so few people out on the streets, she looked at Jaune and smirked as she brought her other hand up to the Beowulf's head, making it look like she was about to snap its neck.

Jaune gasped. "Mr Fluffykins! Don't worry, I will save you!" He lunged forward in an over dramatic fashion.

"Ha ha ha," Glynda let out the best Saturday morning cartoon villain laugh she could as she took a step back, "too late... hero." And then she put her hand on the stuffed Beowulf's head and tilted it to the side, emitting a neck breaking sound through her lips as she did.

"Nooooooooooooo!" Jaune fell to his knees, "you monster!" He mock cried. He tried to sound as real as possible, but he ended up sounding like a bad middle school actor in a play. "You were too good and taken too soon from this world Mr Fluffykins. We shall never know fluffiness likes yours again."

They finally couldn't keep a straight face and the Arcwitch couple burst out laughing. Glynda held one hand over her mouth before throwing her head back, while Jaune hunched over, hands on his knees. The two were lost in their giggling fits for more than a minute before finally calming down. Jaune got up and they continued walking down the sidewalk in silence, but they both had happy smiles on their faces.

"You know," Glynda said after a while, breaking the silence between them, "I actually had fun this evening."

"Yeah," Jaune turned to her, "I did too," he said before turning his attention back to his front. "I'm glad you had fun."

"I'm honestly surprised I did as well," Glynda said. "I didn't really have any memories of going to an arcade so I assumed I wouldn't enjoy myself, but I didn't want you to be lonely this afternoon and… well, I'm glad we ended doing it. I had a lot of fun."

"I'm glad you had fun," Jaune said. "This whole afternoon was kind of fun," he muttered to himself, "almost like it was a date." Jaune let out a small squeak when he realized what he just said. His face paled when he heard Glynda emit a small gasp as well, which could only mean she heard him. 'Nice job Jaune, you just made everything awkward.'

They both continued to walk down the sidewalk, but now at a slower pace. Both were content with looking forward, they were afraid to look at one another or comment on what was just said. Eventually, they both slowly turned to one another but they immediately flinched back to their front when they made eye contact.

"You know," Glynda began to speak moments later, "if… you honestly think this as a date… I guess I have no problem thinking of it as well," she said softly. Jaune went wide-eyed and turned to his secret wife. She had a soft smile and a certain glint that said she truly meant what she said.

"R-really?" Jaune stuttered softly. Glynda just let out a soft chuckle and nodded. Jaune's mind went wild as he felt something warm dwell up inside him. He didn't really know how to describe it.

'Our hands are holding,' Jaune finally noticed. 'When did we start holding hands?!' He felt his heart start to race and his cheeks heat up as he looked back into Glynda's eyes, a small smile slowly forming on his face.

Something in the back of his mind told him to take initiative. To wrap his arms around her, pull her close, and latch his lips onto hers. He wanted to, by the gods did he want to.

And he would have, but the sudden gunshots in the distance were kind of a mood killer.

...wait.

After quickly putting Mr. fluf- the stuffed Beowulf in Jaune's backpack, the two of them quickly rushed to where the gunfire originated from. They took shortcuts through some back alleys. As they got closer, Glynda could hear voices.

"Wait," she held a hand up to stop Jaune. They both held against the left wall and slowly made their way to the end of the alleyway. They stopped at the very edge and Glynda poked her head around the corner, just enough for one eye to see what was happening.

Her eyes narrowed. She could see many armed White Fang terrorists quickly scurrying about in and outside a warehouse and a parking lot between them and the warehouse. The was a hole in the wall of the warehouse and there were several bodies lying around, but there was no blood so there was a chance they were still alive. There was obviously a battle here, but she didn't know what happened.

"Glynda," Jaune whispered as he tugged on Glynda's sleeve, "what do you see?"

"White Fang," she whispered back and Jaune's eyes widened in response. She bent down and rolled up her right pants leg, revealing her riding crop strapped to it.

"Wait, Glynda, what are you doing?" Jaune whispered as she gripped her weapon.

"Something happened here, I'm going to find out what," she responded.

"By yourself?" Jaune asked. Glynda could see the concern and worry that filled his eyes.

"I handled worse by myself before," Glynda reassured with a hand on his shoulder, touched by Jaune's genuine concern for her. "For now, stay here. If I get spotted, then call your weapon locker in and assist me if it looks bad."

Glynda didn't wait to hear Jaune's questions, which she knew he had, before rushing out behind cover. Using the large pieces of rubble and vehicles for cover, Glynda stealthily made her way to one of the guards. As she walked by, Glynda grabbed her, arm around her neck and one hand over her mouth, and pulled the faunus behind the van she was using as cover.

Glynda could have interrogated her, but the risk of her shouting for help was too high, so she opted to choke her out. Once the terrorist was unconscious, she laid the body prone against the van and peaked around the corner. She quickly retracted when she saw another White Fang member walking towards the vehicle next to the van.

She quickly moved to the other car and the other White Fang member suffered the same fate as the other when he got too close. After his unconscious body fell to the floor, Glynda looked back to the alleyway to Jaune. He gave her nod, but then he looked over, and his eyes widened with fear and he pointed just passed her.

"Frank? Jewel?" Glynda heard someone call out and footsteps approaching. She thanked Jaune for the heads up by nodding and preparing to grab him when he came close. She snatched him just like the first two. But as she choked him out and looked to Jaune to mouth 'thank you', she noticed a few things in the span of a second.

1) Jaune's face looked even more horrified than earlier. 2) She noticed that Jaune was still pointing, and he had two fingers up. 3) Someone from around the corner shouted "Oh shit!" and not a moment later gunfire filled the air.

Pyrrha, Ren, and Nora idly passed the time in their dorm. Jaune text them earlier and said that he had to help Glynda with something so he would be back later. While it has been a long time, they weren't worried. They trusted that if anything was wrong, Jaune would tell them.

However, all three of their scrolls went off simultaneously with a notification: Jaune's rocket locker was deployed. That could only mean that their teammate was alone and in danger.

Having the locker's coordinates, they all frantically sprinted to retrieve their own weapons and head to Vale to help save their team leader and friend.

The second his locker landed, Jaune wasted no time getting his gauntlets on and grabbed Crocea Mors and rushing forward to help his wife, who was getting swarmed by the White Fang. He bashed the head of one of the terrorists with his shield and joined the brawl.

When he joined in, he soon found himself almost swarmed and being slowly pushed back. Eventually, he bumped into something. When he looked behind him, he saw that he and Glynda were now literally back to back, surrounded by the extremists. Glynda glanced at him and they made eye contact. Jaune felt any ounce of fear within him gone when he looked at her. He looked back at the terrorists in front of him with a new vigor in his eyes. He wasn't afraid anymore.

At first, everything was going well. Despite some instances where they got blindsided, they were taking the terrorists down quickly and efficiency. They were coordinated and vocal in their fighting, doing their best to help one another and keep each other covered and safe. They ended up taking out most of the terrorists, but then two big White Fang members wielding giant machine guns entered the fray and now they found themselves pinned behind a van.

"Shit," Glynda muttered as the bullets continued to pelt the van. "Jaune, how are you doing?" She turned and asked with concern.

"I- ok," Jaune said between heavy breaths. "Feeling a little sore, not sure how much more my aura can take." Glynda winced at this. While Jaune did have larger than normal aura reserves, they were only for someone of his skill set and age. Compared to her he was weaker, and she used her semblance a lot in the fighting that she felt a little fatigued herself. They had to finish this fight soon. She didn't want him hurt or worse.

Glynda's mind raced trying to find any solution. Then it hit her, the van was getting hit a lot, how was it still in one piece? She banged her fist against the van. 'That felt thick, definitely armored,' she thought as she glanced at Jaune's shield.

She got an idea. "Jaune," she called his attention, "help me push this." A purple aura surrounded the van and Jaune nodded in understanding. Glynda struggled a bit with the armored van's weight, but with Jaune helping her it was easy. It got easier and easier to push the van and they were now fast jogging towards the White Fang. When Glynda heard the White begin to panic and the gunfire stopped, a small victorious grin formed on her face. "NOW PUSH!" she shouted.

With all of their strength and the assistance of her semblance, the van went flying forward. The remaining terrorist screamed as they scrambled to get away. The van was halted from crushing the faunus by crashing into two more parked cars, but the force sent them skidding forward and knocking the most of the terrorists off balance.

The Arcwitch couple spared a glance at each other and knew what to do. Flanking both sides of the van, then ran to press their advantage to end the fight. Jaune bashed the head of one of the machine gunners before he could recover, knocking him out. A second one tried to swing a knife at him but Jaune blocked it with his sword and pushed him back. He then dropped his sword punched the man in the stomach a few times and twice in the head before he collapsed.

Glynda went for the for the other two White Fang members since the machine gunner was already knocked out by getting hit by the car. One of the faunus tried to stab her with a bowie knife, but she used her semblance on the knife to send him flying behind her into another car. The last one gasped and just threw his weapon on the ground and held his hands up in surrender.

Glynda stared at him for a few moments, glad that he decided to surrender, but she didn't have anything to restrain him with. "Turn around," she commanded. The trembling faunus slowly complied. Glynda then chopped the guy on the side of the neck, knocking him out just as Jaune finished with his last enemy.

Jaune and Glynda caught their breath as they rapidly looked all around them, making sure that they got all of the White Fang members. After a minute of looking, they lowered their guard and turned to one another.

"Jaune, are you alright?" Glynda asked with concern as she walked towards him.

"Yeah," Jaune rolled his shoulder as he walked up to her, "little winded but I'm good. How about you?"

"I'm fine myself, thank you," Glynda replied. The two then stood there, catching their breath as the awkwardly stared at anything but each other.

"Sorry," Jaune blurted out a moment later, making Glynda hum in confusion. "About..." He gestured at the carnage and bodies around him, "...yeah," he then scratched the back of his head. "Sorry I kind of ruined the night."

"Jaune what are you talking about?" Glynda asked as she put a hand on his shoulder. "I had fun tonight," she said honestly as she stared into his eyes. "Yeah the White Fang wasn't pleasant but no one could have predicted them. But everything else, the shopping, our talks, the arcade, Mr Fluffykins… I had so much fun tonight."

Jaune could see that Glynda meant everything she said. It made a fuzzy, warm feeling dwell inside of him and rise to his cheeks. But one thing she said stood out. "You called him Mr Fluffykins," he said with a cheeky smile.

Glynda's cheeks turned red as she crossed her arms and looked away. "I have no idea what you're talking about," Glynda tried to say sternly, but the tone and speed of her voice, and the small lip curl of her lips betrayed her.

Jaune chuckled. "I-"

Three loud, rapid gunshots tore through the air and Jaune fell down screaming.

A/N: I swear to God I didn't want to end the chapter here on a cliffhanger, but if I kept going I would take away substance from the next chapter, and if I ended it sooner the chapter would have been much shorter, so I had to compromise.

So what did you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Think something can be improved? Want to give me a moral boost? Leave a review, all criticism is welcomed.

Thank you for reading, and have a fantastic New Year ! :D