Jaune Arc X Peter motherfucking Port.
Because God has been dead for a very long time.
I'm going to try to play this as well written as possible, to really rub the salt into the wound.
This will be kinda short though. Because I genuinely have no idea how to write this in a way that makes any sense whatsoever, and keeps the characters… well, in character.
Jaune was rather warm.
This was strange, because he was NOT normally warm when he went to sleep.
Mainly because a certain red haired partner insisted on having the room at an insane 60° Fahrenheit and stealing his blanket, but he wasn't bitter about it. Not in the slightest.
No, he wasn't in denial, why do you ask?
Pyrrha being a traitorous backstabbing thief aside, he felt oddly comfortable.
And everything smelt like cinnamon. Which was also weird.
And was he hugging some kind of pillow?
Slowly, he opened his eyes, and immediately was hit with the worst headache of his life. Gods above, was the sun always a deadly laser?
Jaune buried his face into the pillows, hiding from the demonic ball of fire.
A small chuckle made itself known above him, and the pillow he was hugging shook.
Jaune looked up, and squinted. Was that…
Then, it all came rushing back. Winning The Festival, going to the bar, finding Peter there.
Drinking with Peter as Pyrrha, Nora, and Ren talked about… something?
The conversation Peter and him shared, the realization that they were very alike.
They both wanted recognition from their peers. Respect, Validation, Glory. That they both wanted to be heroes.
They sat on the fountain, just outside of that bar, and talked for hours. Stories about their respective families, the misadventures they'd both had….
Peter felt like a one eyed king, and frankly, Jaune did too.
Maybe they both felt isolated from their peers, and found solace that the other shared in their plights.
And they decided to get married.
Jaune began smiling, and propped his head onto Peter's chest.
"Hey you."
"Hey yourself."
They both just laid there for a moment, gazing into each other's eyes.
"Last night was…"
"Hmm. I enjoyed it."
"Can we stay like this for awhile?"
Peter huffed, but indulged him. Throwing a meaty arm over the other man. At least, till Peter's stomach began growling.
"Or we could go eat breakfast? That place on the corner of Park and Maine just opened last week."
"You know, I was just thinking the same thing…"