An Alternative Future: an Arkos Wedding Minific (by me)

Jaune looked at his bride, soon-to-be wife… beautiful in her white flowing dress. And oh how the red gloves and bow made it better. And the flowers! The white lilies with their lovely green leaves that just matched Pyrrha’s eyes, eyeliner, necklace… oh, so PERFECTLY.

Everything was just perfect… Salem was defeated, Cinder was gone, Adam was gone… no more of their bullshit! And now he was now finally getting married… to the woman he had always so dearly loved.





He remembered the moment from months back… the night when Pyrrha took him to tour the great Beacon Academy for memory’s sake… the great place where they’d met, where they’d trained each other, where they’d danced together, where their first kiss was…

The last place Pyrrha took him was the Balcony… the very Balcony where she had trained him. He remembered how they had walked around the balcony… how it seemed like only yesterday that they were doing sparring practice… how it seemed like only yesterday that she had told him why she liked him… how it seemed like only yesterday that he told her “If you don’t get a date to the dance, I’m wearing a dress”…

All those memories rushed back to him, fully and vividly.





He talked about it to Pyrrha as he gazed off the balcony. All the memories, in full detail.

But Pyrrha was oddly silent… with a worried sort of expression on her face…

“Pyrrha… is something… wrong…?”

Oh God… he hoped she didn’t have bad news… did she have to go away? No, that couldn’t be it… Was she pregnant? No way! They’d never even… yet… What was it!?

“Jaune…” Pyrrha came up to him… took both his hands in hers…

“Y-yes, Pyrrha…?” His heart was pounding through his chest as hard as Nora’s hammer.





And then it suddenly stopped… as Pyrrha got down on one knee…

Was this what he thought it was? Was this real?





“Jaune… I…” she flustered as she reached into her purse…

Oh yes…

Pyrrha pulled out a small red leather box… and opened it in front of Jaune… revealing a lovely band, made of what looked like white gold.

Oh yes… this was definitely real. It was definitely real!

“Jaune, will… will you marry me?” Pyrrha said… in all her charm.

Jaune’s hands went up to cover his mouth… he felt like he was gonna faint any minute. Already the tears were welling up in his eyes.

“Yes… YES…!”

Pyrrha squealed in delight, and threw herself into a hug on him, Jaune hugging her back.

They were finally going to be together… forever…





And now here they were, 6 months later, admiring each other’s beauty and glory, on the wedding stage.





Jaune scanned the crowd that had been invited… everyone they knew and loved was watching…

Pyrrha’s mother, crying tears of joy…

His parents and 7 sisters, smiling widely at him…

Ren and Nora, who had married a year ago and now had a baby on the way… the two were almost on the verge of tears as they watched their long-beloved teammates…

Ruby Rose, oh Ruby Rose, his first ever friend at Beacon… squealing about how happy she was for Jaune, being her good old lovable, cheery self…

Weiss Schnee and Neptune Vasilias… oh how he remembered the crazy bullshit involving them at the Beacon Ball in first year… the two had recently gotten engaged themselves, and in about 7 months, Neptune would soon be known as Neptune Schnee… they were waving happily at Jaune as they congratulated him and Pyrrha…

Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long, Sun Wukong… smiling wide and silently clapping…

Velvet Scarlatina, who was grinning in joy as she snapped multiple pictures…

Cardin Winchester… his old bully… the boy who was once coercing him to throw a jar of sap at Pyrrha… now he was sitting here, right now, smiling as he was watching Jaune about to be united with that very woman that he was pressuring him to throw sap onto…

Good old Professor Goodwitch… who didn’t exactly seem to be very good at holding back tears…





Everything… everything was just perfect…





Then, at that moment…

“Jaune… its time…”

This was it…





The priest spoke: “Do you, Ms. Pyrrha Achilla Nikos, take Mr. Jaune Derrell Arc to be your husband, for better or for worse?”

“I do,” Pyrrha said, smiling in all her usual, glorious beauty.

The priest spoke again. “Do you, Jaune Derrel Arc, take Pyrrha Achilla Nikos to be your wife, for better or for worse?”

Without hesitation… “I do”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife… you may kiss the bride”





His lips collided with Pyrrha’s as they met for their kiss… the crowd exploding with cheers… as he felt his heart, his brain, his whole body, explode with joy.

He couldn’t have been more happy.