Mommy saves the day!

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"Mom I need your help!" Seventeen year old Oriana panted in a panicked state as she leaned around the stairs banister, her hair in a wild mess. In the kitchen, said Mother and her Father were sat eating breakfast. Pyrrha lowered her cup of coffee from her lips, sharing in a puzzled expression with Jaune.

"Okayy, what seems to be the issue darling?"

"Uhh my hair?!" Ori whined, gesturing to the unruly mess of gold and red. "It won't!"

"Won't what?" Pyrrha asked as she got up from the table.

"Won't! Anything!" Then Ori groaned loudly. "Urgh why?! Why today of all days!"

"I can lend you a baseball cap." Jaune called his help, wincing at his daughter's frown and flaring eyes. "Yep. I'll uh, I'll just stay in here." As he sipped his coffee and read the paper. Pyrrha got to the staircase and smiled softly up at her daughter.

"Your hair is always so pretty and tidy." Ori huffed, sitting on the tread to hug her long legs. "How'd you do it?"

Pyrrha smiled laxly and ushered Oriana back upstairs as she followed. "Come along my dear, mommy will sort this mess out."

"You get the unruly hair from your old man, sorry kiddo!" Jaune called, eyes never leaving the paper. "No way, they're opening a bakery in town? Ooooh."

Upstairs Pyrrha coaxed her daughter into the master bedroom, snorting as the lanky teen walked by dejectedly.

"Oh honey, why is there a brush hanging off the back of your head?" Pyrrha gently gripped it and coaxed it free of the tangled mess. Ori whined.

"Cos I was losing the fight! I got out the big guns." She shrugged, sitting at her Mother's vanity dresser. Pyrrha turned her chair to face the mirror and Oriana gasped. "Holy shit that's what I look like right now!?"

"Okay, well first of all, language missy. Put a dollar in the jar." Pyrrha frowned as Ori sighed and slapped a Lien bill on the counter top. "Thank you. And secondly, Don't fret, we'll get this all sorted out. You know your old mother used to struggle with her hair all the time back at Beacon."

"Really? Cos you look amazing in every photo I've ever seen." Ori pushed her cheek into her palm as her Mom gently untangled her hair. Pyrrha chuckled softly.

"That's because I made sure there are no photos of me before I was ready. It took me hours some mornings to tame it all." She shook her head at the memory. "At least yours is a lot shorter than mine was at your age."

Ori looked up at her Mom. "How long did it get?"

Pyrrha turned and arched her back, placing her rigid palm against herself to measure it for her.

"Passed the butt."

"Passed the butt. Whoa." Ori gasped as Pyrrha giggled, turning her back to the mirror. "Your brush was your best friend then huh?"

"Oh yes. Your Auntie Nora or your Father used to help. Sometimes Uncle Ren too, he had the longest hair second to me on the team. Except graduation year, your Father overtook him with his warrior wolf tail phase." Pyrrha sighed dreamily. "Gods, all that blonde hair." She bit her lip.

"Um, Mom?"

"Sorry!" Pyrrha blushed, brushing the knots out of her daughter's beautiful gold and red hair. "Now, what do you want to do with your hair today?"

"Ummm, well..."

"Sorry, I should say, what does Dandelion like? Is she a warrior Wolf tail kinda girl?" Pyrrha smirked as Oriana blushed red. She hid her face in her hands with a groan.

"Moooom, oh my goshhh." Then she slumped defeatedly. "She likes messy buns."

Pyrrha giggled softly as she gathered the golden red hair in her palms, running her fingers through it. "Messy bun it is." She looked at the clock on the bedside table. "We'll get your hair sorted and then I'll drop you at school."

"Thanks Mom." Ori leaned back in the seat as Pyrrha dabbed some special oils into her palm and smoothed it softly through Ori's hair, taming it a bit more. "Some people at school seem surprised I'm your kid, you know."

"Oh?" Pyrrha asked softly, starting to assemble the bun with deft fingers. Ori nodded, wincing as a hair got tugged by accident. "Sorry honey. And why is that?"

"Cos... well, people think I'm scruffy." Ori sighed. "Or something, I-I didn't think I was, I just have messy hair! Like dad did. D-Does."

"I heard that!" His muffled voice sounded.

"She's not wrong!" Pyrrha sung back as Jaune laughed in the kitchen. Pyrrha's smile lowered at her daughter. "Well I always thought you went into school looking very presentable. You take pride in your appearance."

"I dunno... guess I'm not as pretty as you, like maybe they're expecting Invincible girl pretty, not "Invisible" girl scruffy, or some shit-uh crap-uhhh garbage?"

"Garbage will do." Pyrrha smirked lightly, before sobering. "And my darling, you are beautiful! I won't have any slander against the beautiful baby we made."

Ori chuckled as Pyrrha fluffed the bangs framing her daughter's face, pressing a kiss to her head.

"You're beautiful my baby, okay? Don't listen to them. They're just jealous." Pyrrha smiled in the mirror as her daughter flushed. "See? Look at that beautiful girl in the mirror."

"Well you're my Mom of course you'd say that."

Pyrrha spun the vanity chair around softly and bent forward so they were eye level. "Amica Mea, you are a gorgeous young woman, okay? Dandelion seems to think so too." She smiled as Ori blushed. "Who has been saying these things?"

"N-No one!" Ori shrugged, toying with her sleeve. "Not out loud. I guess..." She blew out a breath. "I dunno. No one's ever approached me, so I just... something's gotta be wrong with me right?"

"Oriana, did you ever once consider that maybe people are too shy to approach you? Or too Dense... That maybe you'll have to be the one to approach them?"

Ori blinked at her mom. "N-No. No way." She shook her head. Pyrrha kissed her daughter's brow and finger combed her bangs.

"Alright my darling, well don't sell yourself short okay? Confidence will come in time. Just keep being the amazing girl you are." She smiled proudly. Oriana smiled back and Pyrrha turned the chair to the mirror. "How's that?"

Ori gasped at her messy bun, long ribbons all tied up in place to create that controlled yet messy look, a few looser strands drooping down and around the main bun. It was a beautiful swirl of gold and red atop her head.

"It's perfect!" Ori spun round and hugged her Mom tight around the middle, Pyrrha chuckling and hugging her back. "I love you Mom."

"Aww, I love you too, my baby." She hummed. Ori leaned back.

"Can I umm... can I borrow some of your make up too? Or get some of my own? J-Just some eyeliner! I always loved how you do yours!"

Pyrrha huffed and shook her head. "Flattery will get you nowhere missy..." She smiled. "Except this once."

"Yes!" Ori sat forward as Pyrrha fished in her drawers for her makeup.

The rest of the day went by without a hitch. Pyrrha attended some meetings, Jaune spent most the day on hold to the plumbing company, they took the dog for a walk, until eventually it was time for their daughter to come home from school.

"Daffodil's Mom is dropping Oriana home for us tonight, how lovely is that? Said that they both finish gym class together so they can go home together." Pyrrha smiled as she put her scroll down on the kitchen counter. Jaune finally put the house papers down and scrubbed his face tiredly.

"Honestly, that damn bathroom leak has caused more grey hairs than Salem did." Jaune huffed, lifting his reading glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. Pyrrha chuckled softly.

"Did you hear me, Jaune?"

"S-Sorry Pyr, my head was all over the place. You were saying?" He cupped her palms on the table top, smiling at his wife softly. Tiredly. As Pyrrha smiled and went to repeat herself the door flew open and Oriana stood there, her messy bun still perfectly intact.

"Hello again my beautiful girl!" Pyrrha smiled, then furrowed her brows at her daughter's puzzling expression. "Ori? How was school?"

"DANDELION SAID SHE LIKED THE BUN BUT MISSED MY MESSY HAIR?!" Ori whined, dropping her bag. "WHAT DOES THIS MEAN MOM?!"

Pyrrha snorted into her palm and hoped to the gods Oriana wouldn't be as dense as her Father was.