(Requested by a reader) Pyrrha has a nightmare in the middle of the night and seeks comfort from a sleeping Jaune.
I'm going to try writing more short one shots from here on to onset the long delays between longer one shots.
Pyrrha lied in bed, tossing and turning in place. Her hands clenched up, her knees folded up to her head, and she suddenly bit her lip in her sleep. She was having a terrible nightmare, one that had her standing amongst a valley of dead Huntsmen and Huntresses. She gave a sudden gasp, for directly before her were the lifeless bodies of Teams RWBY and JNPR. "Jaune!" she cried upon spying his body, rushing to him. She spun him over and saw the gaping hole in his stomach, blood staining all his clothes. Tears rushed to her eyes now that she held her beloved in her arms, pulling him into a tight hug as she wept. A collective roar echoed across the sky, and Pyrrha spotted an army of large Grimm heading straight for her. Dropping Jaune, she took up Milo and Akouo in hand and formed a stance, even though she knew there was no hope for her. As the Grimm inched closer, Pyrrha's knees began shaking before giving out, forcing her to the ground. "I…I can't…" she wept as the front Grimm leapt upon her.
Just before the Grimm could rip her body apart, Pyrrha jolted awake with a cry. Realizing it was but a dream, she took her time to calm her racing heart and run her fingers through her now-sweaty hair. It was just a dream, she told herself as she took deep breaths. I'm here at Beacon, in my dorm with my team. She took a look around and, even with in the dark, made out the sleeping bodies of her teammates. Jaune was curled up on one side of his bed with the covers around him. Nora was sprawled in her bed, the blankets strewn about, and the girl herself letting out a harsh snore. Ren was the polar opposite of Nora, lying on his side in the center of his bed with the blankets tucking him in like a can of sardines. Jaune… Pyrrha can still vividly remember how he appeared in her dream and it made her shiver. Grabbing her pillow, she tiptoed to his bed and got down on her knees to his level.
"Jaune…" she whispered to him. No answer, aside from Jaune's normal breathing. "Jaune…" she repeated, shaking the mattress with her hand. Still no answer. "Jaune…" This time, Pyrrha gave his cheek a gentle poke, which made him stir in place. "I'm sorry to wake you," she quickly added as his eyes opened.
"What is it, Pyr?" Jaune groaned.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I…I had a nightmare. Could I…could I spend the rest of the night with you, please?" she asked him.
Without saying a word, Jaune scooted over and lifted the blankets, granting Pyrrha entry. She laid her pillow upon the bed and scooted in under with him. "Thank you," she whispered to him. Jaune gave her a muffled groan and shifted to get comfortable. Pyrrha was about to fall asleep again when Jaune suddenly whispered to her.
"So what sort of nightmare did you have?"
"A terrible one…I dreamed that you all were dead and that I was all alone to face an army of Grimm…" she admitted. Pyrrha felt Jaune's hand upon hers, which surprised her for a moment.
"It's okay. It was just a dream," he told him. Even in the dark, she could make out his smile. "I'm still here, and I promise I won't go away. That's a promise." Jaune's hands found themselves on Pyrrha and he pulled her into a hug. Pyrrha smiled and leaned into him, accepting his embrace.
"Thank you, Jaune, really." He released her, but instead of returning to her half of the bed, she stayed directly next to him. "I feel much better now." She reached up and kissed his cheek. He in turn wrapped his arms around her while she leaned into his chest, and the two fell asleep together. Pyrrha's mind was not plagued by nightmares for the remainder of the night, but instead with a wonderful dream of her and Jaune having a happy life together, like the happy ending of a fairy tale.