Hey everyone! New story!

So this story is based on a series of Arkos fanart I found while perusing the internet. I fell in love with the small continuity the art implied and knew I had to write a story. I'm a fan of all the various Jaune ships, with Arkos being among my favorites.

Big credits, props and thank you to the original author efr-s for creating a wonderful collection of art that inspired me to write this! I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing this.

I also wrote this story with Jaune multiverse reaction fics in mind. I've been reading quite a few of those lately and in a lot of them Pyrrha doesn't get to see many futures with her and Jaune, if at all.

So if any Jaune-multiverse reaction fic writers come across this and want to use it go right ahead. Give my girl Pyrrha a win for goodness sake.

The sun shone on a beautiful day in Vale as birds flew singing their songs, and squirrels ran across lawns and climbed up trees in the front yards of houses.

One such house was a beautiful two-story home in the northern district of Vale. Its lawn green and meticulously cared for. The garden of flowers lining the front, blooming in an assortment of colors.

Inside the spacious kitchen Jaune Arc hummed as he set down various ingredients and cooking utensils down on the island countertop. He wore a yellow apron with red and orange polka dots over his black Pumpkin Pete t-shirt. His hair was held to the side by two crescent moon hair pins while the back was tied off into a wolf tail to be as out of the way as possible.

He paused his preparations as he heard the small thumping of footsteps above him. Tracing out their path he knew they were in the main hallway connecting all the bedrooms upstairs and they were headed for another bedroom just down the hall. Sure, enough they entered and stopped. After a short while they went back out into the center of the hallway, this time accompanied by a second set of footsteps, though this second set was lighter.

Jaune continued to follow the sounds as they reached the end of the hall in his mind's eye, and after, the thumping of feet against the stairs was heard. They made their way down until they reached the bottom and the thumping transitioned into the pitter patter of small bare feet against the hardwood floor in the living room.

As they made their way to the kitchen growing louder, Jaune could not help but smile and held up his hand as he mouthed a countdown while lowering his fingers at the same time.

"Five...four...three...two...one." As he reached the end of the countdown he pointed his index finger towards the restaurant-style swinging door that led from the dining room into the kitchen as it slammed open to the sound of two children's voices.

"Daddy!"

"Dad!"

Jaune looked to the source and saw his daughter. Her bright red hair hanging down in a side swept bang with the back being tied into a ponytail. Her face was the same shape as her mothers, and she looked like a mini version of her only with his bright blue eyes. From behind his eldest, a blond head of hair was seen and his second eldest, his son, peeked around his sister, his mop of blond hair looking just like his fathers while his eyes shown an emerald green like his mothers.

"Alma" he said in a serious tone, "what have your mother and I told you about slamming doors? I've already had to fix one hole in a wall."

Alma looked down between her feet as she pressed her two index fingers together. "To not do it."

His son shuffled his feet with his hands behind his back. "Sorry dad."

Jaune breathed out through his nose and cracked a small smile to let them know the moment had passed. "What are you two doing up so early? It's the weekend."

At this his daughter perked up and looked up at him.

"Momma said you were making omelets! And I wanted to help! I brought Plum along too!" she exclaimed while grabbing her younger brother by the arm and pulling him closer with a smile.

Jaune looked to Plum and his son merely nodded, letting him know he was okay with being woken up by his more energetic sister.

"Well okay then."

Jaune smiled and stood up, taking on a more authoritative pose with his fists akimbo on his hips.

"Alma!"

His eldest stood rigid.

"What is the first step when wanting to work in the kitchen?"

"Wash your hands!"

"Correct!"

At that, and needing no further instruction, Alma and Plum made their way to the kitchen sink. Pulling out their step stools from under the sink they got to washing their hands and drying them. Upon making their way back he pointed to them both.

"Now, what next?"

Both children bore confused looks, glancing at each other. Jaune coughed slightly to get their attention and tugged on the front of his apron while looking up at the ceiling.

"OH! Apron!" Alma replied.

Jaune nodded in affirmation and Alma left to the kitchen closet to retrieve hers while Plum stayed behind.

Noticing this Jaune looked at his son with a raised eyebrow. "Are you not going to get yours?"

Plum shook his head. "No, I was kind of hoping to just watch. I-If that's okay dad."

Jaune let out a slight huff and smiled. "Of course."

His son smiled up at him in thanks, and both turned as Alma returned, now wearing her pink apron with red and white polka dots. She struggled to tie the back however and Jaune motioned for her to turn around, to which she complied.

He kneeled to be closer to his daughter's level with all the balance and finesse of a trained huntsman and struggled to keep in a laugh as he saw the poor job, she did tying the waist strap at the back of the apron. He undid it and tied it in a neat bow.

"How does that feel? Not too tight?"

"Mm mmm." she said with a shake of her head. "Perfectly snug. Thanks, daddy!"

"You're welcome sweetheart." Jaune said as he stood back up.

"Now!" He clapped his hands together. "Who wants to make omelets?"

"" Me!"'

Jaune smiled at the excitement of his two eldest and grabbed a carton of eggs.

"Well all right then. First things first: if you want to make an omelet, you got to break a few eggs!"

The rest of the morning passed in peace as Jaune instructed Alma and Plum how to crack eggs, whisk them to aerate the yolks to make a fluffy omelet and then handled the pan as he explained how long to cook the egg for.

Soon enough Jaune was plating one perfectly fluffy omelet onto a plate with his son watching, fork at the ready and Alma standing by with the bottle of ketchup ready to top the fluffy egg based breakfast with her favorite condiment as the kitchen door opened once again.

"Mm what smells yummy?" said a familiar voice in a teasing tone.

Jaune turned and walking through the doorway was his partner, his wife and the love of his life, Pyrrha Nikos. Her crimson hair was tied into a braided bun at the back of her head while two locks of hair framed her face. She wore a maroon one piece along with her brown house slippers that he had bought for her a while back.

At her side and holding on to her hand was their other daughter and second youngest child, Fresa. She was wearing her white Pumpkin Pete one piece with the bunny eared hood down. She was the spitting image of her mother, with her crimson locks and bright green eyes. And behind Pyrrha, in the baby carrier attached to her waist and shoulders was their youngest son, Limon, in his baby blue pajamas. His blonde hair and blue eyes being the exact copy of Jaune's.

"Mommy! Mommy! We're helping daddy make omelets!" Alma exclaimed.

Pyrrha laughed at their daughters excitement. "I see that. And has she been a good helper Jaune?"

She looked at her husband and smiled and Jaune's heart soared. This was the laugh and smile reserved only for her family. For them. No one else received this, and he couldn't contain the massive smile that broke out across his face in return.

"She sure has. Practically made this first one by herself!"

His daughter beamed at his praise, still holding the ketchup bottle in her hands.

"Let's get this first one finished up Alma, that way Fresa and your mom can take it to the table, and we can get started on the rest."

"You got it!"

Jaune watched as his daughter topped the omelet off with a squiggly line of ketchup and turned to her mother with an exclamation of, "All done!"

Pyrrha walked forward, grabbed the plate, and turned to head to the dining room, but not before planting a loving kiss on her husband's cheek.

"Thank you." she whispered. And Jaune couldn't help the massive blush the blossomed on his face.

He was a fully trained and licensed huntsman. He had faced off against the worst creatures of Grimm the world could throw at him. He had grown up from that scrawny and awkward kid who had forged their way into Beacon. But even now, all these years later, Pyrrha still made him feel like that kid again.

And he loved her for it.

"No problem Pyr." he replied, using the nickname he knew she loved. Since it was the one he picked for her.

As she walked away, Fresa reached her hands up towards the plate and Pyrrha giggled in response, telling her daughter that she would get her share once they got to the table.

Turning back from the adorable scene, Jaune grabbed the skillet and poured more egg into it.

"You two ready for more?"

"" Yeah!"" Alma and Plum replied.

And as they continued to make more omelets, Jaune couldn't help but feel overwhelming love and gratefulness.

Love for his wife and children. And grateful that he got to experience things like this every day.

And there it is! As stated this will be a small collection so I'm planning on writing at least two or three more chapters for this.

For those of you following Remnant of the Weave, it's not abandoned or anything, I've been slowly working on it and a new chapter should be coming out soon so keep an eye out for that!

But writing this has me thinking, the concept used for this story has so much potential. I mean just think about it: "A Dragonslayer Family", "A White Knight Family", "A Lancaster Family". Pretty interesting, no?

Who knows. Maybe I'll explore those story concepts down the line. Hehehe.