A/N: Well, the drunken Arc marriage stories trend is spreading. We have the original (JauneXWinter) by Austin Ga Kill, then came this one, next we got a JauneXCoco and a JauneXVelvet written by Cyberleader2000, and finally we got a JauneXSalem story by martinm95.

Also, thanks to everyone who pointed out the mistake I made in the previous chapter about the wedding ring being on the LEFT hand and not the RIGHT one. I went back and fixed it.

Also shoutout to my buddy Qopster for beta reading and being a bro as usual.

Now without further-a-do, here's chapter 3. Enjoy!

Jaune never did find out who was calling him, but he did learn two very important things this morning. First and most important, he was now married to Glynda Goodwi-... Arcwitch. Second and most frightening, Glynda can somehow magically set things on fire.

"It had to be done," Glynda said sternly as Jaune watched their scrolls burn in a fire in the trashcan.

"I'm not complaining," Jaune replied, still slightly terrified at how apparently nonchalant Glynda was about setting things on fire, "but now how are we supposed to contact the school or our friends?"

"We don't." Glynda said. Jaune frowned in disappointment that he couldn't contact his team. "I can get us replacement scrolls once we get back to Beacon tomorrow but until then we have to deal with it. In the meantime I'm going to see if I can find more information about our apparent marriage, more specifically where the ceremony took place."

"That sounds like a good idea." Jaune complimented. "I'll uh… I'm not sure. Maybe just hang around here for a bit then I'll walk around Vale for a bit."

"Ok then." Glynda went to walk out the door, but paused and looked towards him. "Oh and Jaune, do try to stay out of trouble. I don't want to draw more attention to ourselves."

"No problem Miss Goodw-... I mean Arcw-... I mean Good-... I-I'm just going to stop talking now" Jaune stuttered as he sat back down on the bed. He missed a small amused glare Glynda sent him before leaving. Juane stayed in the room watching tv and playing with the wedding ring on his hand. He tried pulling it off occasionally but it wouldn't budge. He was convinced that it was super glued on.

After a few hours he left the hotel. He grabbed a hoagie at a sandwich shop and acquired another pair of fingerless gloves to conceal his wedding ring. He was aimlessly walking around Vale, reflecting on past events, when he came upon a movie theater. He'd been meaning to see the new Xray and Vav movie, the second in the trilogy by Nolopher Christlan, for awhile now.

"Well, when in Vacuo," he said to himself. He went inside, got his ticket and concessions, and was waiting in the lobby to be seated. He was glancing around the crowded lobby when his eyes fell upon a familiar figure. Said person's eyes fell on him as well, looking shocked as if she didn't expect to see him here. "No way." They stared at each other for several moment before Jaune mustered the courage to walk up to her. "I never would have pegged you as an Xray and Vav fan."

"This weekend is just full of surprises I guess," Glynda said. "Also, you neve-"

"Never saw you here. Got it." Jaune finished her sentence, earning a nod from her. "Have you found anything else out about our uh..."

"Unfortunately no. My efforts were fruitless," she sighed in frustration. "All I was able to find out was how big of a tab we racked up at the Crow Bar."

"Uh, how much did we-" Jaune slowly asked before he was interrupted.

"Just over 200 lien." Jaune did a double take, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish. "I already took care of it. Don't worry about."

"Are you sure?" Glynda nodded. Silence overtook them for several moments. "So uh, when did you become an Xray and Vav fan?" He asked with genuine curiosity.

"I happen to be a fan of Nolopher Christlan's movies," Glynda said. "I was originally just going to ignore it but Professor Peach kept on telling me how amazing it is and kept insisting that I do, so finally I did. I must say I'm actually impressed. It's not as amazing as she was putting it, but it's still good."

"Well I'm glad you ended up liking it," Jaune said, a small smile forming on his face.

"You know I was shocked when I saw the first one. I was expecting it to be an abstaining, childish superhero movie. Yet, there are complex characters, a dark and interesting plot, and it tackles themes and situations that most young huntsmen and huntresses have to deal with."

Before they could continue the conversation they movie usher called out that the movie was now seating. They got in line, gave the usher their tickets, and walked to the theater room. Once they got in and took their seats, things got a little awkward.

The movie theater is usually crowded, so movie goers at this theater have to sit in assigned seats. As luck would have it, Jaune and Glynda realized too late that they were seated right next to each other, and every other seat was taken. A quick, silent glance shared between the two of them was all they need to know that they both were embarrassed at the situation and to never speak of it. They sat in silence and watched the movie, occasionally stealing a glance or to at one another.

The movie was far above both of their expectations. The plot was gripping, emotional, and had its funny moments. The scenery and special effects were breathtaking and flawless. The action was blood pumping and full of 'fuck yeah' moments. The characters were relatable, complex and well acted. The film score was such a masterpiece that even Glynda was blown away.

After the movie, Jaune and Glynda realized it was in the evening hours of the day so they decided to grab some food at a nearby diner. They sat down and placed their orders and had a conversation about the movie.

"I'm not saying I don't agree with you, I'm just saying they gave the villain a terrible name," Glynda said.

"Silly as it is, his name fits the character," Jaune defended. "He's a person that divides, conquerors, and breaks his victims psychologically with his personality and mind games. It's only fitting to have a name that adds to it. I mean come on, how thrown off would you be going up against some named 'The Murder Prophet'?" A second of awkward silence later Jaune cupped his chin. "Actually you know what, you might be onto something."

Glynda let out a soft, amused chuckle. Their waitress came back with their food moments later. They ate their meals in silence for several minutes before Jaune spoke. "You know, none of this is at all what I expected."

"Hmm?" Glynda asked with a raised eyebrow. "What wasn't like you expected?"

"Just everything at Beacon in general. Becoming the leader of a team, meeting all of these great people, the good things, the bad things, the weird stuff, the uh..." he motioned to his covered wedding finger. "If several months ago you told me that all of this would happen, I would have been very skeptical."

"I'll say." Glynda replied. "You have come a long way since the year started. Your friends and family must be proud." Jaune's smile turned upside down.

"Well, my team was, or were. As for my family… well, they were surprised I didn't quit Beacon after the first week."

"What?" Glynda gasped with a raised eyebrow. "Do they really have such little faith in you?"

"They never really wanted me to become a hunter to begin with." Jaune wasn't sure whether or not to continue, but then he remembered what Glynda said last night. Taking a breath he continued speaking. "I grew up with a large family. Mom, dad, and seven sisters."

"What? Seven?!" Jaune secretly loved seeing everyone's reactions when he told someone about his family.

"Yep. Three older and four younger. All of my older sisters went on to become huntresses. They would always come back after long missions and I couldn't help but be amazed when they would tell us stories about their missions. They were heroes and I looked up to them. I wanted to be exactly like them."

"But they didn't want that for you." Glynda concluded. "Why?"

"Being the only son out of eight siblings gets you special treatment. I was practically babied most of the time and I hated it. I can understand why though. I mean if I had six brothers and one sister, I'd probably be overprotective of her, but I'd at least try and leave space for her to grow and adapt on her own."

"So you were tired of the special treatment and wanted to prove that you could be fine on your own?" Glynda asked to indicate she was still listening.

"Correct." He nodded. "The only way I could think of proving it was to become a huntsmen. I already wanted to because of my older sisters, now I just have more incentive to do it."

"I'm assuming your family didn't take kindly to that."

"No they did not." Jaune sighed and paused for a moment. Jaune caught himself before he mentioned about how they prevented him from entering other combat schools, which would have no doubt brought up questions about his transcripts. "Everyone tried their best to stop me from getting the knowledge and training necessary. Two of my youngest sisters would always latch onto my legs and tattle on me whenever they caught me trying to train myself."

Glynda couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. "It sounds like your younger sisters cared about you. They just didn't want to see anything bad happen to you."

"I know that and I don't entirely blame them for it. I love them dearly but…" he shook his head. "Anyway, despite their best effort," he held his arms out, "here I am. Student of Beacon Academy, leader of my own team, and apparently married to you." He mumbled the last part. If Glynda heard what he said, she didn't show it.

The waitress came back a moment later with the bill. Jaune left a few lien on the table and the two of them left the dinner to head back to the hotel, walking side by side.

"You know Jaune," Glynda restarted the conversation, "it's not uncommon for parents to discourage their children from being huntsmen. It's a dangerous job after all."

"Yeah I know," Jaune replied lightheartedly. "Can't really imagine someone's parents trying to force their kid to be a hunter when they don't want to," he said as an attempted joke.

"Well, as a matter of fact," Glynda said after a few moments, "that describes how my family was."

"What?" Jaune stopped walking in shock before catching up to Glynda. "You, Glynda Goodwitch, one of the most powerful huntresses I know and deputy headmistress of the best huntsmen academy on Remnant, didn't want to be a huntress?" He almost swore that what he was saying was blasphemy.

"You are correct." She said with a soft smile. "My family grew up on a ranch in the outskirts of Vale. I helped my family tend to the horses we had. I enjoyed the work I did there, even dreamed of being a horseback rider, just living a simple, calm life."

"But your family wanted you to be a huntress." Jaune said remembering what was said moments ago.

"They did at first. I was quite resistant against the idea. Eventually we came to a compromise: they would unlock my aura and train me for a bit so I could defend myself, and I can live life how I wanted to."

"But… something happened that made you change your mind." Jaune said, and then immediately regretted it when he saw her expression harden. He wanted to apologize for bringing something bad up and drop it, but then he remembered what Glynda said last night about keeping your troubles boxed in. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened?"

"We had a dog. A husky named Togo. He was the biggest, fluffiest, friendliest, and the bravest dog I knew. I loved him dearly." Glynda smiled for a moment, lost in happy memories before continuing. "One day when I was fourteen, I was riding a horse down a dirt road trying to keep up with Togo when we were ambushed by an ursa, a really big one. Next thing I knew, it killed the horse and I was trapped under its body. It was coming for me next when… when Togo rushed it."

"G-Glynda," Jaune grabbed her hand, sensing her discomfort. "You don't have to continue if you don't want to."

"It's ok Jaune, I'm fine," She reassured. "So anyway, I was trapped under the dead horse and Togo was… I could tell he wasn't trying to fight it. He was more trying to distract it to give me a chance to escape. It worked. I was able to get out from under the horse. And when I did I saw the ursa bring it's paw down on T-Togo." Glynda's pace slowed down a little before picking up again. Jaune was about to ask if she was alright before she continued speaking.

"I saw Togo land a few feet away, lying motionless and blood starting to pool around him. I then felt this rage just start boiling out of control inside of me. I don't know what came over me, but in anger I whipped around the riding crop I had in my hand. I discovered my semblance that day. I don't remember too much, but my parents said that when they arrived they found dozens of decomposing pieces of the ursa scattered around, and me, soaked in blood, crying while holding a whimpering Togo in my arms."

"Did… did the do- Togo survive?" Jaune asked, fearful of the answer.

"He did." Glynda nodded, much to Jaune's relief. "But… he lost his left eye and front leg. I thought he would have been fine after a while, and he was for the most part. But he was a lot less energetic and seemed less happy than before. Nothing we did to try and cheer him up worked." Glynda remained silent for a moment. "He passed away later that year."

"I'm so sorry that that happened." Jaune said, unintentionally squeezing her hand tighter.

"It's ok," Glynda responded, unintentionally squeezing his hand as well. "It all happened so long ago." Another moment of silence sat between the two. "After that, I kept on thinking what if I didn't have my aura unlocked, or if it was someone else that the Grimm almost killed. I couldn't stand the thought of losing anyone else. It was then I decided that maybe being a huntress wasn't such a bad idea. I then eventually attended and graduated from Beacon as the leader of my own team. We split up and I haven't from them since graduating."

"I'm sure they're fine."

"I never doubted it. They're strong people. After I graduated, something in me just clicked. I grew a passion for helping and leading people. A few years later I became a professor here at Beacon. I've promoted over the years to the point where I am now, the deputy headmistress."

"And you're just one poisoned coffee cup away from being promoted." Jaune said with a grin. Glynda bust out laughing. "It's crazy when you think about, how different our lives are now then what our friends, family, and selves thought they'd turn out to be."

"That's how life works," Glynda stated. "There is no clear path and the road never goes or ends where you expect it."

At this point, the two of them finally realized that they were still holding each other's hands. They quickly let go in embarrassment. The two of them continued their trek back to the hotel in silence, but it wasn't an awkward silence. Both of them wouldn't admit it, but hey felt comfortable in each other's company.

A/N: Bonus fact, Murder Prophet was actually my Steam name until recently.

Also, expect me to start and publish another story within (hopefully) a week or two.

So what do you guys think? Love it? Hate it? Leave a review, all criticism is welcomed.

Have an idea or a suggestion? PM me. If I like it I'll use it and give you credit.

Speaking of which, thanks to David Arcwing for helping with the idea of Jaune's family actively preventing him from being a huntsman.

Thank you for read! I hope you enjoyed, and have a pleasant day!