{THIRD PERSON POV}
Breakfast was normal as usual... well, as normal as breakfast could be after what happened last night...
But Mordred couldn't care less about it, because she was happy to see that Jaune had recovered from whatever the fuck plagued him yesterday.
"You good?" she whispered to him as she bit into her breakfast sandwich, while ignoring whatever the others were saying because, right now, Jaune was more important than them.
She looked at a plate with a lot of bacon stacked on it. Extra bacon? Damn... he's spoiling me, Mordred thought as she took another big bite of the breakfast sandwich.
"Yeah... I'm good, Mordred..." Jaune whispered back to her.
"You made extra bacon for me, didn't you?" she whispered to him again, with a smirk on her face.
"Yeah... as thanks for what happened yesterday," he whispered back, and Mordred held herself back from giving Jaune a really big and tight hug... not that Jaune would refuse it. On the contrary, he would probably welcome it.
"You know you don't need to do this for me... I'm just doing what I'm supposed to do... I just don't want you to experience that kind of shit alone..." she told Jaune truthfully, because of fucking course she would be by his side...
Mordred smirked again and took a piece of bacon to eat. "But you're welcome anyway...."
While Mordred and Jaune whispered to each other, they didn't hear Saphron calling out to them.
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"Jaune... Mordred... Mordred..." Saphron let out a sigh. "Those two are at it again...."
Jeanne let out a small chuckle because it wasn't an unusual sight. Jaune and Mordred sometimes got lost in their own worlds and didn't hear anyone talking to them.
Jeanne was sometimes envious of the bond her two older siblings had. They were so close. It was like seeing Noir and Blancheur, but their bond was much closer than the actual twins...
She sometimes saw Jaune and Mordred helping each other so seamlessly without the need to communicate.
For example, a week ago, Jeanne and Mordred were in the living room watching TV and relaxing when Mordred said she was going to the kitchen to grab some snacks.
Jeanne decided to tag along to see what snacks were in the cabinets, because Mordred's taste in snacks was much more... intense, you could say...
Jeanne preferred snacks that were sweet, like candies or M&M's, while Mordred liked snacks that were spicy...
While they were walking to the kitchen, they came across Jaune going downstairs to the kitchen too.
When they arrived in the kitchen without exchanging a single word the entire time, Jaune opened the cabinet and grabbed some of Mordred's snacks, while Mordred went to the fridge and pulled out Jaune's preferred snack: the blueberry overnight oats that he made the night before.
They then gave each other their snacks before Mordred went back to the living room and Jaune went back upstairs... all of that without talking to each other, and they just knew what the other wanted...
And that was only one interaction out of thousands by now, where they worked seamlessly without communicating. Jeanne wouldn't be surprised if Jaune and Mordred had some kind of telepathy with each other, because how? How could they do that without communicating?
Another example was last year, when the summer heat was brutal and Jeanne and Mordred once again decided to watch TV, but sadly... the remote was on the cabinet, and they were both too lazy, because of the heat, to get it...
Mordred asked Jeanne to get the remote, and just as Jeanne was about to get up and grab it, the front door opened and Jaune came in after a day out helping around town.
And once again, Jaune just knew what Mordred wanted, because he walked over to the remote and tossed it to Mordred. How did he know Mordred wanted the remote?! Mordred was playing on her Scroll because she was waiting for Jeanne. How did he know?
Noir and Blancheur weren't like that, so how could those two do that without being twins? That was one of the wonders of the world, Jeanne was sure...
"Well, Saphron, you should expect this by now if it's the two of them..." Mom let out a small chuckle at Saphron's exasperation.
"Mom..." Jeanne called out to her mother.
"Yeah, what is it, Jeanne?" her mother answered as she turned her head to face her.
"How are they so... close with each other? I can't be the only one who notices that, right? Like... they're much closer than Noir and Blancheur. Like... how?" Jeanne asked her mother, because if anyone knew, it would be her.
"Well... how do I explain this..." Luna hummed and leaned back in her seat as the rest of her children-except for Mordred and Jaune, because they were still in their own world with their whispers-leaned closer to listen. Even Miles, sitting at the head of the table, turned his head toward Luna so he could hear her better.
"Mordred and Jaune... they both remind me of a pair of Huntsmen who've worked together for a decade or more. I'm not the only one who sees how seamlessly they work, right?" she asked, and the children nodded in confirmation.
"Well, their synergy is off the charts, I would say. Even your father and I didn't have that kind of synergy when I was a Huntress, and even now, we can't work so seamlessly in our day-to-day life like Jaune and Mordred." Luna took a sip of her coffee. "Jaune and Mordred are so compatible with each other, even with their opposite personalities. What was the saying again? Something, something attracts."
"Opposites attract?" Saphron chimed in, and Luna nodded.
"Yeah. Opposites attract. That's the one."
Jeanne looked at Miles and asked for his opinion. "What about you, Dad? What's your thought about this?"
"Well... my thoughts on Jaune and-" Unfortunately for him, saying Jaune's name managed to break the two pseudo-twins out of their world. Specifically, it made Mordred turn her attention to her father... and that wasn't good. Jeanne knew it wasn't good because she could see the tick mark on Mordred's forehead.
Her father was thankfully smart enough to change the subject, because if he didn't, there would be another one-sided shouting match between Mordred and Miles, which would only end when Jaune had to pull her away or whisper to her like last night.
"-and his cooking is really good. Jaune would make a really good chef." Jeanne could see her father hoping Mordred didn't catch on about what happened, and Jeanne silently prayed too.
"My cooking? Well, thank you, Dad," Jaune said, accepting the compliment, but Jeanne could see Mordred eyeing their father distrustfully, as if she knew he had changed the subject, which was a little scary, to be honest.
Jeanne felt that Mordred was a little... well, not a little, but mildly-no, that was underselling it. Mordred was really overprotective of Jaune, and double so if it involved their father...
"So..." Jeanne heard Saphron struggling to change the subject. "...How was your mission yesterday, Dad?"
Oh yeah... Jeanne had forgotten about her father's mission because of how fast he finished it...
"Yeah, your mission, Dad. How was it? Did you find the girl?" Jeanne asked, because if the mission was finished this fast, then that meant he found the girl and brought her back to her parents, right?
But the reaction she got from her mom and dad was weird, to say the least. They looked shocked at her question.
"What do you mean by that, Jeanne?" her mother asked, with a lot of questions in her eyes...
"Well... I heard Dad whisper to you that he was looking for a missing Maiden... so it's a missing girl, right?" She looked at her parents strangely before her dad nodded.
"Yes... it was a missing... girl... and the mission was a success..." her dad answered. Before she could ask more about the specifics of the mission, her mother changed the subject.
"Children, I was thinking about having a movie night tonight. You know what that means..." She looked around and saw Noir raising her hand high. "Yes, you, Noir."
"PIZZA!!!!!!! WE'RE HAVING PIZZA!!!!" Noir shouted excitedly.
"I guess it's been a while since we last had pizza..." Saphron commented, before she continued feeding Olivia.
"Pizza... I like pizza..." Blancheur commented softly.
Pizza was good. Jeanne liked pizza, and she didn't know anyone who didn't.
"So what kind of pizza are you making later, Mom?" Jeanne asked, because of course her mother would make the pizza herself, and the family loved her for it.
"Well, what do you guys want? I'll write it down and buy the ingredients later."
As the others started telling Mom what they wanted on the pizza, Jeanne turned her attention to Mordred and Jaune and started listening to them.
"You know what I like, so you better not botch this up. I want to eat your pizza tonight," Mordred told Jaune, which reminded Jeanne that, of course, Jaune would also help Mom make the pizza. Jaune was as good as Mom, and sometimes even better than her, depending on the day.
"...Valean deep-dish pizza, right?" Jaune asked, and Mordred answered by nodding her head.
"Of fucking course, deep-dish pizza..." Mordred took another piece of bacon and started snacking on it. "And I want bacon bits on the pizza too... and I ain't talking about store-bought bacon bits."
Jaune let out an amused chuckle and nodded. "I'll make sure to fry the chopped bacon myself, Mordred. I'll make it perfect for you..."
"You better... or God knows what I'm about to do to your stupid face..." Mordred threatened, and Jeanne knew it was empty air, considering Mordred would rather hit herself first than ever do that to Jaune.
Jeanne let out a sigh. She sometimes wished she could have someone who understood her as much as Jaune and Mordred understood each other.
Was it wrong for her to be jealous of her own siblings' bond? She thought so... but she couldn't help it whenever she saw her two older siblings so in sync with each other...
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It was currently Mordred's turn to wash the dishes. Before anyone asked: did Mordred even have a turn in washing the dishes and shit like this? No.
Mordred actually offered to wash all of the dishes because she knew Jaune would do it, and Mordred didn't want Jaune to suddenly have a heart attack while washing dishes. He had just recovered from yesterday, and Mordred wanted to take stress off him... even if the stress was something as small as washing dishes.
Thankfully, Mom was also here washing dishes. The others? Mordred figured Jaune would most likely be in his room, and the rest were probably in their rooms too.
As she washed the dishes, she heard her mother call out to her.
"Mordred... I want to ask you a question," her mother said, which was a little weird. Her mother never asked her questions unless it was about school, like report cards. Thankfully, Jaune helped her with school, because Oum knows she would get, at best, a B+. Because of Jaune, she got an A at minimum.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"It's about your brother..." her mother said.
Shit... what the fuck does she want to know about Jaune? Did she notice Jaune's heart hurting or some shit?! Shit. I know I should be more careful. Fuck.
Even with the storm inside her head, Mordred stayed calm on the outside and spoke to her mother.
"What about him?" She watched her mother's face, hoping she could read it.
"Well... tell me about him. His favorite stuff..."
Favorite stuff? Mordred knew all about Jaune's favorites.
"Well, Jaune loves eating berries," Mordred said, because she'd accompanied him foraging for berries enough times that they had some stocked in the cave. "He loves dancing too, duh..."
"Dancing? Really? I never see him dance anymore..." her mother said, which frankly didn't make sense to Mordred, because Jaune always danced with her... almost every day...
What did she mean she never saw Jaune dance anymore-? Oh... oh yeah. Mordred forgot that, nowadays, fighting was basically dancing in Jaune's book. He practically glided on the ground; that's how smooth his footwork was.
She couldn't fault her mother for that. Jaune only "danced" with her nowadays, including before Miles stopped training, when Jaune danced with Saphron almost every fucking day... normal dancing, at least.
"Well... he only dances with me, so it's okay if you don't know about it," Mordred told her mother, hoping it would ease her curiosity.
"Okay... okay. What about... what is his favorite activity? Or places, to be exact?" her mother asked.
Okay. Now this was getting weird. Why was her mother asking about this? Mordred decided to roll with it. Maybe her mother just wanted to be a better mother to Jaune, and Mordred approved.
"Well, other than dancing, Jaune's favorite activity is helping people. Doing charity work... or as close to charity as going around town helping people," Mordred said. She hummed as she tried to think of Jaune's favorite place, and after a few seconds, she remembered how much fun Jaune had at the beach. It had been a really long time since he went.
"As for his favorite place, it's gotta be the beach. He likes playing in the sand and swimming in the ocean..."
Weirdly, her mention of the beach made her mother's eyes brighten a little. Did she have plans for a beach trip? Mordred hoped so, because Jaune would love it.
"Okay... well, thank you, Mordred. Why don't you go and hang out with your brother, and I'll finish the dishes. Don't worry, there aren't many left," her mother offered.
Mordred nodded, washed her hands, and dried them.
"Okay!" Then Mordred quickly headed upstairs toward Jaune's room.
She wanted to tell Jaune what she thought their mother might be planning, because it could give him something to look forward to.
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