Salutations! You might've seen my other Arkos fics around, but since I'll be writing more short oneshots, I figured I should group them into one place. You might've also seen these on the app iFunny. I have an account there called PurelyArkos where I post JNPR, Arkos and Renora themed stuff.

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"Pyrrha, would you like to dance?"

He had developed into a a strong, appealing young man in their four years together, causing all of the females at the Graduation Ball to glance his way. His body had bulked up, his facial features became defined, and he prided himself on the light blond peach fuzz growing above his lips. Yes, he looked like a man now, but he was still the goof she fell in love with.

She took his offered hand with a smile, her dress swishing about her legs as he led them around the dance floor. The song faded into a slow dance and, she realized with a heavy heart, the last one of the night. Every step he took oozed with confidence, completely unlike the bumbling blonde he used to be. She had always seen this potential in him when no one else did, but to have both his and her dream realized often shocked them. Jaune had come a long way, and she couldn't be more proud.

Space between them hardly existed. His hands were a bit lower than they were supposed to be, but she didn't correct him. She took a moment to appreciate his physique; she'd been carried, supported, and hugged with those arms, she'd cried on his chest and stared forever at those lips. She desired him in more way than one, but after four years of trying, four years of almost-kisses, four years of diminishing hope and increasing vexation, it was clear it wasn't meant to be.

Blinking away the beginnings of years, she gazed up at him and was startled by the intensity in his cerulean orbs. "Today is our last day," his voice was raspy, raw with emotion. She tried to guess what was going through his mind, but she couldn't decipher his thoughts. When she nodded, he continued, "Thank you for choosing me that day in the forest. I wouldn't be here it it weren't for you."

"I chose you the moment I saw you, before the forest. And trust me when I say this Jaune, I haven't regretted it for a second."

He stared fiercely down at her, the passion in his eyes stirring the embers glowing in the pit of her stomach, and suddenly he buried his face in the crook of her neck, hugging her tightly, his hot breath making the sensitive skin of her neck tingle. The sensation caused her to shiver, and he pulled back, curiosity flashing across his handsome face. Then, tempting fate, he moved closer, and she, mesmerized by his proximity, found herself unable to do anything but let him.

"Pyrrha," her heart jumped at the way he said her name, so husky and impassioned. "I've been arguing with myself for, well, a really long time. And since we're never going to see each other again, I...I think I should tell you something. I-I know that you won't feel the same way and..." at these words, frustrated tears flooded her eyes. "...But I don't think that I could move on if I don't tell you so I really want to tell you but at the same time I don't want to tell you and Pyrrha I'm so scared to tell you because I don't know if I could handle-"

She touched two fingers to his lips, effectively silencing his nervous babble. She hadn't even noticed they had stopped dancing, nor did she care. She curled her fingers around his face, gently stroking his cheek with her thumb, and he leaned into her touch. It was now or never.

"I love you too, Jaune."

Their lips collided, each conveying an explosion of bitter joy. Joy, because at last they had each other, but bitter because in a few short hours, they would go their separate ways.

The kisses became rough and desperate, eager to make up for lost time. Secret touches were heated, stirring up frustrations that had previously been pent up. Before long, Pyrrha couldn't resist anymore. Taking him by the hand, she raced for their dorm and tugged him inside, slamming him against the door the moment it was closed. "I'm not letting you go this time, Jaune. I waited four years for this, and I'm not okay with one night. I don't care what I have to do, but I want to be with you for as long as you want me."

He kissed her passionately, trying to communicate to her just how strongly he felt for her. "I'll always want you, Pyrrha."

Nora chattered nonsensically, her heels dangling from the tips of her fingers. Feeling her begin to slip through his arms, Ren readjusted her weight. Being 'together together' with the bubbly yet terrifying girl hardly changed their relationship at all, simply that Nora declared that actions such as carrying her back to the dorm was a good boyfriend's duty. He knew that he would do this even if they weren't together.

He set her on her feet for a moment to open the door. The sight they were greeted with would have him wanting to scrub his eyes with soap. Ren quickly covered Nora's eyes and shut the door, the amorous couple inside oblivious to the intrusion.

"Ren..." Nora began slowly, turning her head to peer up at him suspiciously. "They were booping, weren't they?"