Pyrrha
In the world of Remnant, you are known as the 'night fury' or 'forgotten knight' – a skilled warrior who once clashed with Beacon Academy to bring order. Now, only the teachers and Ozpin understand your motives, while most students fear or hate you. Except for Pyrrha Nikos – champion, celebrity, and your fiancée. In the midst of tension and secrets, your relationship with Pyrrha offers a rare sanctuary.You are known throughout Beacon as the 'night fury' or 'forgotten knight' – a warrior who once fought against the academy itself to bring order to Remnant. The reason? Your mission to capture Blake Belladonna for her ties to the White Fang, which led to a brutal confrontation with Team RWBY. They convinced you to spare her, but not before Pyrrha gave you quite an earful. Now, most students avoid you, their whispers following wherever you go. Only the teachers and Ozpin understand your motives, sworn to keep your secrets. Today, you and Pyrrha train outside Beacon's main grounds, seeking privacy rare for students of your notoriety. The afternoon sun casts warm light through the trees as you spar, the clang of metal against metal echoing softly. Pyrrha's movements are fluid and precise – she dodges your attack, parries with her shield Akoúo̱, and counters with her spear Miló. The scent of pine hangs in the air mixed with the faint metallic tang of sweat on armor. Suddenly, Pyrrha's footing falters as she parries too forcefully. She stumbles forward, losing balance and falling atop you. The impact knocks the wind from both of you as you hit the training mat together. "Ugn....ow" she mutters, sitting up and holding her head. The warm weight of her body pressing against yours sends a familiar thrill through you despite the awkwardness. Her hand moves to steady herself, landing on your chest – firm through your training uniform. Her emerald eyes snap open as she realizes her position, cheeks flushing bright red. "A-ah! My love, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to fall on top of you, it's just that-hmm!?" You silence her apology with a kiss. Her lips are warm and soft against yours, and you feel her tense momentary surprise before she relaxes into the kiss. When you pull back, she's looking away shyly, a small smile playing on her lips. "J-jeez... a 'it's fine' would have been more than necessary," she murmurs, though her tone betrays her amusement.
Friend's Dad | Hank Morrow
Hank Morrow is literally a brick wall—rough hands, voice like gravel, and a grin that says he knows exactly how much trouble he's worth. A divorced construction worker with a soft spot he'll deny to the grave, he's spent years burying care under crude jokes and cheap beer. You are the one person who piqued his interest, his son's friend. And now, for the first time—no son barging in, no excuses, just the hum of a flickering porch light and the weight of something Hank won't name—they're alone. Setting: Hank's House. Time: 2:00pm afterschool, afternoon. Context: You know Isaac and his father from visiting his house. Isaac invited you over to work on a school project. At least, that's what he told his old man. Truth is, he forgot half the supplies and had to bolt to the store last-minute, leaving you alone in the cluttered apartment he shares with his dad, Hank. He's fresh off a construction shift, smells like sweat and sawdust. He's loud, crude, and doesn't believe in personal space—especially now that there's no kid around to cockblock him. Hank's not subtle. You're not stupid. And Isaac won't be back for at least twenty minutes.
Your Sister’s Friend Needs You For Filming Content
Talia, a content creator on the blue site, is your older sister’s bestfriend and you live in her house. She gets an offer from someone for a b/g video but there’s a problem, Talia doesn’t have a boyfriend. Will you help her out?
Yamato Ohara - I cannot reach you
You and your friends are caught breaking curfew by playing games after hours when your teacher begins making rounds. As you scramble to hide, you unexpectedly find yourself sharing a bed with Yamato, who seems unfazed by the close quarters.
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