A/N: I hope you all are having a good time, because I'm not. I'm currently stuck at an airport because I missed my flight (thanks to my idiot sister).

But anyway, just wanted to say a few things real quickly before we get started.

1) We gave a another drunken marriage story by Cyberleader2000, a JauneXPenny one.

2) We now have a forum page for the drunken marriages (pardon the mafia theme, Austin Ga Kill is on a power high at the moment)

/forum/Rwby-Drunken-Marriages/199551/

Alright with that said, let's get to the reason you're all here. ENJOY!

"Jaune, can you get your hands off of me please?" Glynda asked, annoyed that Jaune had his hands wrapped around her head.

"I don't think I should," Jaune replied softly.

"And why not?"

"Because if I do you'll start slamming your head against the desk again, and you already made a large dent in it." Glynda opened her eyes and looked down to see that there was indeed a large forehead size dent in her desk.

"...oh." Glynda sighed as she grabbed her riding crop and used her semblance to fix the desk. "Thanks."

Jaune let go of Glynda's head, but unintentionally put one of his hands on her shoulders. "Uh sure… anytime." The door to her office opens a second later. Jaune and Glynda turned towards the door and felt some relief when they realize it's not a student.

"Jaune, Glynda, good afternoon," Ozpin acknowledged as he walked in the room, his cane tapping the ground with every step.

"Good afternoon Headmaster," Jaune greeted with a wave.

"Ozpin," Glynda nodded. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The headmaster stopped right in front of Glynda's desk. "I'm not er… interrupting anything am I?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a barely noticeable smirk. Jaune and Glynda were confused for a few moments before they realized something. Jaune had his hand on her shoulder, they both were standing behind her desk, and they were facing and slightly leaning towards each other.

"Uh... nope!" Jaune said quickly in embarrassment as he and Glynda practically bolted away from each other. "Nope nope nope nope. Y-you were not-not i-interrupting anything. E-everything's just fine." Jaune mentally slapped himself in the face, Glynda sighed, and Ozpin's grin grew.

"I'm sorry for barging in unannounced and interrupting," the headmaster said. "It's nothing to feel ashamed or embarrassed about. It's perfectly natural and normal for new couples to do after their wed-"

"Finish that thought and we'll see if you can survive being thrown out the window," Glynda spat out in irritation. Jaune looked to the window at the side of the office and remembered that they were on the fourth floor.

"Technically I'm your boss and you can't kill me." Ozpin's face became more smug as he spoke. "Besides, who will sign your paychecks?" Jaune could have sworn he heard a vein pop on Glynda's forehead and slowly took a step back. Ozpin sensed it too and dropped his smug smirk. "My apologies," he raised his hands to show he meant no harm, "but I couldn't but help but tease a little."

Glynda dragged a hand down her face and released a sigh to calm her frustration. "Is there reason you're here then?" Glynda was frustrated over the whole marriage situation, even more so when she figured out she told her friends by practically sexting them. The last she wanted was her colleges teasing her about it.

"Yes there is." Ozpin reached for the folder he was holding under his shoulder. "Here are the final plans of the housing arrangements for the transfer students for the Vytal Festival, as well as plans for the upcoming ball." He place the folder on her desk. Glynda took it and peeked inside it. "Everyone else got them yesterday, but since you were absent I want to personally make sure you got them."

"Ah," Glynda closed the folder and looked up. "Thank you."

"No problem. Have a good day." Ozpin turned around and walked a few steps before pausing. "Actually, since the two of you are here," he turned back around and walked a few steps forward, "there is something I want to ask the two of you."

"Uh… what is it?" Jaune asked. Glynda even raised an eyebrow at the man.

"Well, I was just curious," the headmaster started. "Would you mind if I could see the marriage certificate?" Jaune sweat dropped. Glynda stared at the man before pinching her nose. With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly reached into a draw and handed Ozpin the certificate. Ozpin grabed it and looks it over for a few seconds.

"Hmm, the line where it states where you got married is covered in a blob of ink. That's unfortunate."

"Is it really that big of a problem?" Jaune asked with a hand gesture.

"In Vale, the law requires that if you want to get a divorce and end the marriage, one of the things you need to provide is the location where you got married. If you can't proved that, or one of any other of the requirements, I'm afraid there's not much you could do." He paused for a moment and smirked. "Not that I'm sure why you would, I mean you both seemed overjoyed in the photo."

Ozpin's smirk grew when he saw their reactions. Glynda was definitely going to make him pay later but it was worth it. He finally understood why some of his students do this all the time. This is fun. Though if the steam rising from Glynda's red face was any indication, maybe it was enough teasing for now. He decided to get to the second point.

"But regardless," Ozpin adorned a more serious tone, surprising the newly wed couple, "even if this wasn't the case, I'm not sure Mr. Arc's morale code would allow for the marriage to end." Jaune raised an eyebrow at him.

"Uh… headmaster?" Jaune spoke slowly, unsure of what to say and curious as to what was he getting at.

"Please, just call me Ozpin," the headmaster insisted.

"Ozpin," Jaune felt a sense of deja vu, "what do you mean my 'moral code'?" he asked slowly.

"I've taken the liberty to do a little research yesterday after I received Glynda's message," Ozpin readjusted his glasses and a red faced Glynda shrunk into her seat a little in embarrassment. She still couldn't believe she had done that. "And I discovered that in Valean tradition, right before they say 'I do', the clergy asks the couple if they promise to be by each other's side until the end of time."

"And how does this apply to Jaune's supposed 'moral code'?" Glynda asked, not noticing how uncomfortable Jaune was getting.

"If I can recall correctly, as long as the Arc family has been around, they have been very fond of keeping and never going back on their word, more commonly so when they make vows or promises. To go back on their word is considered a great dishonor."

Glynda's eyes widened slowly as she put the pieces together. She turned to Jaune and saw that he had the look of absolute horror plastered on his face. His mouth was moving as if he wanted to try and speak, but no words came out.

"B… b… b… but wait a second!" Jaune finally found the words he was looking for. "N-no! That doesn't count for this-"

"Because you were intoxicated?" Ozpin interrupted with a chuckle. "No I'm afraid not. Your father was also in a similar situation, in the sense of making a promise while drunk. And even after all these years, he's still keeping it." Jaune was honestly hoping, practically praying Monty, that Ozpin was just messing with him. I mean, he did with Glynda so he has to be with him right? Oh god if he actually promised to stay be Glynda's side…

Strangely the worst thing he could imagine was the constant teasing and puns from Yang.

"Don't believe me? Ask your father." Ozpin turned around. "Well I best get going." He walked out of the door and closed the door behind him. The second the door clicked Jaune pulled out his scroll.

Jonathan Arc was a proud man. He was married to his ever so lovely wife, Joanne Arc, and was the father of eight beautiful children. The oldest sister Joan, the older twins Jessica and Jemima, his only son Jaune, Jenny, June, and the youngest twins Jade and Jane.

Jonathan was also a strong huntsman and was part of Camaron's garrison. He had just finished taking out a rather large pack of Beowolfs and was admiring his handiwork as the corpses of the creatures of darkness evaporated into a black mist and then to nothingness. He took out his scroll and held it infront of him. Now, Jonathan wasn't one to take selfies, but Jenny and June thought it was cool if he included the slain Grimm in the background, so he was fine with it.

He smiled and was about to take a picture when his scroll vibrated. He perked up when he saw he was getting a call from his son, audio only though. He, and the rest of the family, wasn't to thrilled about his son running off to attend a huntsman academy, but for him to get accepted and to become a team leader, perhaps he misjudged him. Jaune called occasionally, but not often, to check on home to see how everyone is doing. He usually called Joanne when he wanted to catch up with family. For Jaune to call him, it must be important.

He quickly tapped the accept button and put the scroll to his ear. "Hello Jaune," he greeted. "It's nice to hear from you. How is Beacon?"

"Beacon is… going swell," Jaune's hesitation and concerned tone wasn't lost on Jonathan. "I've improved greatly since I started attending. Yeah there's been… a few hiccups, but it's nothing I was able to handle." Jonathan was about to call out Jaune's hesitation when he started to speak again. "Actually uh, there is one thing..." Jaune stopped talking, unsure how to word it.

"I'm listening." In the past they would have to practically beg Jaune to allow them to help him with a problem he couldn't solve on his own, whether it be homework or problems with a school bully. The fact that Jaune was now reaching out for help instead of tackling so situation he couldn't solve by himself head on made Jonathan smile. "So what's the problem. Actually hold on a moment." Jonathan took a few moments to survey the area around him to make sure there weren't any Grimm creeping up on him. "Jaune I'm actually in the middle of a Grimm hunt. The area is clear for now, but if you can can you keep this short? If not I can call you back later."

"Oh nonononono!" Jaune said rather quickly. "Actually keeping it quick and simple is a good idea. So uh… the Arc vow..." Jonathan suddenly had a bad feeling about this, "does it still apply to a ridiculously made promise… that was made while one was… intoxicated?"

There was a long pause of awkward silence. Jonathan was sure his son could hear the sigh he released as he dragged his other hand down his face. "Heh, you know Jaune," he said with a chuckle after a few moments, "you and I aren't so different."

"Uh… what now?" That obviously wasn't the answer Jaune was hoping for.

"The Arc vow is the most sacred thing the family has, and every Arc takes pride and honor in it." Jonathan said, reciting what every Arc was told countless time. "No matter what, when you make a vow, you keep it."

"You just recited what grandpa tells us all the time," Jaune said with a hint of annoyance. "I mean are there any loopholes into backing out? I mean being drunk seems like a pretty good excuse because you know... you can't really think straight!"

"One would think so, but sadly no. I tried the same reasoning with my dad a long time ago. All I managed to do was piss him off." He could hear Jaune shudder with bad memories. Grandpa Arc was one person you didn't want to anger. Everyone angered him at least once when they were kids.

Their bottoms were sore for weeks.

"Ok but, wait… same reasoning… not so different…d-dad what are you saying?" Jaune sounded very concerned.

"Well son, a long time ago, I once got drunk with a very beautiful and smart woman. Then sometime during the night when we were talking about our future, I promised her that we would have as many kids as she so desires. I just wish she didn't have a perfect memory and that I knew ahead of time that she wanted eight kids."

"...oh my god." Jaune said. An audible slap was heard through the scroll.

"Indeed so-" Jonathan paused and looked to his side as he heard growling. "More Grimm are coming so I'm going to wrap this up. It doesn't matter what it is or what circumstances it was made under. When an Arc makes a promise he keeps it, or invites the wrath of grandpa. Gotta go." Jonathan quickly put his scroll away and drew his weapon as he charged the Grimm.

Jaune was sitting in the chair opposite of Glynda's desk. He had it on speaker so she was able to hear the call as well. He put the scroll away as the two of them sat in silence, unsure about what to do or say.

Can you blame them, they just found out that not only can they not get divorced because of forever lost information, but now Jaune has a sworn duty to stay by her side.

Jaune finally broke the silence after several minutes. "So… what now?"

"Jaune," she sighed, "I honestly have no idea." Her scroll went off a moment later and she picked it up. "Shoot, I have a class to teach. We'll discuss this later."

"Ok." They both got up out of their seats and left, heading in opposite way in the hallway. Their minds were clouded with thoughts and memories of the past few days.

A/N: And that's a wrap!

So what did you guys think? Leave a review, I'd like to know if I'm doing well or could use some improvement.

So when will the next chapter come? Good question, I don't know either. On top of real life responsibilities, I'm also working on other projects with Cyberleader2000. So, it will take a month at the latest. I have no plans of leaving this story without an update for more than a month.

Thanks again for reading! All of you guys are awesome! Have a good day!