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This may or may not be the last chapter of Broken Moon. O.o

Anyways thank you guys so much for the support and everything. I may add an epilogue and extra chapters later.

But for now, this is it!

Note 2: First Romance FanFiction: really sorry if it's cheesy and crappy. Oh, and I am really unnerved by them saying "I love you" but… psh whatever. Love at first sight amirite. And Nora and Ren really have been together for a while so at least that makes sense :3

Note 3: I'm sorry this has been a pretty short and horrific FanFiction, with almost no plot development or any of that English analytical crap they teach at school XD But this was my first "tester" for the RWBY FanFiction universe so hopefully bigger and better stories will come :D


Chapter 7 – Broken Hearts Blossoming

Jaune smiled in hopefulness as he closed the silver platter with a lid. He stood there in silence, acknowledging how lucky he was, before his grin grew again.

"Thanks a lot, man! I couldn't have done it without you."

"No problem," Ren replied, taking off his apron and cleaning the aftermath of their cooking. "Hopefully it all works out. And if it doesn't… eat it as comfort food. Or give it to Nora."

"Sure!" Jaune exclaimed, giving him the thumbs-up. He was much more confident now. After a nice pep-talk and a great cooking lesson with Ren, his self-esteem was boosted again.

"Well, cya Ren!" he called, carrying the silver platter as gracefully possible as a dunce like him could.

"…Jaune, um…"

"What?" He paused, right before the door.

Ren sighed. "Are you seriously going to wear that?"

Jaune looked down at his attire. "Um, yes?"

Ren facepalmed for the countless time that night. At first, their cooking lesson had not been quite a success, but eventually Jaune learned from his mistakes and produced pancakes almost like Ren's legendary ones. But now… this was a different matter. Nora had taught Ren "how to do clothes", alright. She had spent a lifetime trying to change his style from green to pink. At least he let her dye a strip of his hair pink. He liked it anyways. It showed how he was an inner rebel. And it reminded him of his favourite girl.

"You need to learn how to dress to impress a girl," Ren ordered, and with that, took him to the cupboard and yanked out a handsome suit to lend to him.

"T-thanks, R-r-ren," Jaune stammered, and went into the bathroom to change.

After a while, he emerged, looking stunningly dashing despite his facial expressions: that of insecurity, discomfort and nervousness.

"You look great," Ren encouraged him, tending to the silver platter to make sure it was still warm, "No homo or anything."

Jaune grinned, quickly regaining his confidence, before being handed over the silver platter.

"Good luck," smiled Ren, before Jaune was forced out of the dorm and locked out.

It was now, or never.


Pyrrha had spent at least an hour there. She felt like she was going to get hypothermia, her back ached, and the stars and the moon were simply not enough company. She yearned for Jaune's, but knew he was never going to come back that evening.

She sighed, and undid her hair, letting it fall loose against the back of her breastplate. She'd have to change out of her battle gear too.

What a day it's been. I've kicked Cardin's ass in battle, got full marks in the Creatures of Grimm exam, talked with Professor Ozpin… and been friendzoned by the guy I have a crush on. And now I won't eat food, or take a shower, or sleep…

What is life?

She heard a slight creak but ignored it. It must've been the wind, Pyrrha thought carelessly, her emerald eyes glowing in the darkness.

"Pyrrha?"

That all too familiar voice made her insides give dances of joy and also gave her the horrible throbbing feeling of her broken heart.

She jumped up at the sound of the voice, and turned to confront him. His face in her vision threatened to create more tears of misery.

"Jau-… W-w-what?"

She was about to order him off before she realised what she truly saw before her eyes. He was wearing a dark, sleek outfit with a red bowtie and was carrying a silver platter with a closed lid. His face lit up at her hesitant tone.

"Hey Pyrrha. Are you hungry?"

She was about to say no, before her stupid stomach decided then and there was the right time to growl loudly and menacingly, enforcing a very definite, "Yes…"

"Oh, well… I brought up some food for you. Well, I made it actually…" He opened the platter dramatically to reveal the most gorgeous stack of pancakes in between. She gaped at the magnificence.

It was a tower of pancakes, crowned in assorted decorations she craved. The pancakes were alternating between plain vanilla and chocolate. Drizzled on it was a bountiful amount of chocolate sauce, with vanilla and chocolate ice cream, as well as a dusting of icing sugar and a sprinkling of rainbow sprinkles. Oh, and a blob of maple syrup on top. Just like the good old JNPR times.

"Here." Jaune carefully placed the platter on the ground and sat behind it. Pyrrha hesitated, before silently sat herself down and beginning to dig in eagerly.

"Uh, thanks Jaune." He smiled, before watching her eat it slowly and carefully, unlike Nora.

After a moment of silence, Pyrrha smiled and looked up, putting her knife and fork down.

"Jaune?"

"Yes Pyrrha?"

"Why did you cook this for me?"

"Well, earlier in the evening… You got it sort of wrong."

Pyrrha was slightly taken aback. "Huh?"

"I don't' actually like Velvet. I was about to say 'I love y-Hey!"

Pyrrha had rushed over and cupped his mouth shut with his hand, smiling as she did so.

"I love you too."

Jaune stared wide-eye at her, frozen, as his insides warmed with happiness. She released him, and forced him to stand up.

"Jaune?"

"Yeah?" He blushed at her glowing smile.

"This is when we kiss, you dunce," she laughed heartily at him, flicking her hair back casually.

He looked slightly crestfallen at her words. "I always mess things up, don't I? It's like our training sessions right?"

She laughed again, but before she could get the last laugh, she was abruptly cut off by a pair of soft lips meeting hers. Her eyes widened in shock, before she smiled and leaned back in. And once again, the electrifying sensation tingled throughout their bodies, urging them for more. He could even taste the pancake scent still hanging off her lips.

At last, they broke off, Pyrrha slinging her arms around his neck. "Well, at least you're good at something."

Jaune groaned, "Please."

She laughed, and they turned to the scenery, finally enjoying the full beauty of the Broken Moon.

Dear Lord, that kissing scene was so hard for me to write. I was just like:

Looks at screen in disbelief: What the hell are you writing… AHHHHHHH I DON'T WANT TO CONTINUE THIS IT'S WEIRD.

That's why it's really short and crappy. Anyways, a big shout out to all my "fans" out there XD Thanks for supporting this story: my first RWBY one! And there's hopefully many more to come :D

Thanks so much and I hoped you thoroughly enjoyed it :D

Stay Sweet,
Skye