"I still say 'ANVYL' was better..." -Yang

My initial idea for the team name was VJNYL ("vinyl"), but then friends in a discord chat pointed out that it also resembles "vaginal" lol

So then I came up with ANVYL ("anvil")

Friends point out that it resembles "anal" XD

Yang: I think my dad was the least surprised a parent could possibly be.

Nora: Yeah, your dad was weirdly chill about you having so many partners.

Yang: I think it just runs in the family.

Jaune: When I told my parents, my mom just kind of sighed because she realized she had four more birthdays to account for with gifts. My dad was pretty proud, though.

Yang: “My boy, mah boy, that’s mah boy,” so much “my boy,” it was cute! *laughs*

Pyrrha: My mom was really surprised when I told her.

Ren: Is it that surprising that you attracted us~?

Pyrrha, blushing: No, she just…said that she was glad I was branching out because I was so shy and introverted in high school.

Yang: Aww but you’re cute when you’re shy!

Pyrrha: *more blushing*

Yang: Yeah yeah like that!

Pyrrha: Okay but that’s nothing, I really was just a huge nerd in school.

Jaune: You’re a three-sport varsity athlete. You call that being a nerd?

Pyrrha: Those were pre-contacts days for me. You didn’t see the goggles I had to wear during volleyball. I looked like an alien.

Nora: A cute alien, probably.

Yang: Yeah, you should bring the alien goggles back!

Pyrrha: How dare you conjure my dark past…

Jaune: It’s true that you don’t wear glasses enough. They suit you.

Pyrrha: But I’ll look like a nerd though…

Jaune: Exactly!

Yang: I’ll wear glasses if you do.

Pyrrha: But you don’t need glasses.

Yang: I can get them just for looks. I can totally rock the busty nerdy girl look. Just need to put my hair up more and get me a tiiight sweater vest.

Nora: Loving these ideas…

Pyrrha: *sigh* I might consider it… But don’t tease me!

Jaune: Who teased you in high school?

Pyrrha: Everyone! They’d make up nicknames like “nerdy girl” and constantly look at me and smile at me ask me for piggy back rides because I’m so tall.

Yang: They were flirting, honey.

Yang: Yeah, but at least chores are easy.

Ruby: Ohhh you’d only have to do a couple things yourself, huh?

Yang: Oh no, we all do everything, together.

Ruby: Does that make it more efficient?

Yang: Uh…

The previous day…

Ren: Okay, what are our tasks?

Pyrrha, reading off a list: Dishes, new sheets on the bed, take out the trash, and put the clothes in the washing machines.

Ren: And our previous record for this particular set of tasks?

Pyrrha, flipping through pages: Six minutes, fifteen seconds.

Yang: Oh, we so got this.

Nora, doing some stretches: Hell yeah, let’s gooo!

Jaune: Don’t go too crazy, guys.

Nora: I’m already crazy!

Ren, holding a stopwatch: Ready?

Yang: Yeah!

Ren: GO!

Team NAVYL: *all sprint to the kitchen, beginning to handwash dishes in a very fast, very rehearsed manner, then one-by-one all sprint to the bedroom to put the sheets on their bed (five people making one bed only takes about ten seconds), then each runs to grab trash bins from each room in the apartment, sending Ren and Pyrrha to sprint them down the stairs while Jaune, Yang and Nora all grab a hamper and sprint down to the laundry room*

Pyrrha, re-entering the apartment with Ren, breathing heavy: What’s the time?

Ren, checking the watch: Five fifty-five.

Pyrrha, yelling down the hall: Come on!!!

Jaune, leading the way out of the laundry room as the far end of the hall: GO GO GOGOGOGOGOGOGO GOOOOOOOO!

Ren: Ten, eleven, twelve…

Jaune, running into the apartment: Nora, Yang-!

Nora: AAAAAAAA!

Yang: AAAAAAAA!

Both: *dive into the apartment like it’s a finish line*

Ren, stopping the stopwatch: Six sixteen. One second off.

Yang, on her knees: GAAAAHHHH!!!

Nora: All of our training, squandered!

Jaune: That’s it, we’re washed up, we should retire from competitive housework!

Pyrrha: Guys, it’s just chores.

Yang: But our record! Our chance at history!

Ren, under their breath: I regret trying to make chores more fun…

To present…

Yang, staring off into space: Not efficient enough, Ruby…not efficient enough…

Ruby, awkwardly patting Yang’s shoulder: Hey, I get it, I don’t like chores either.

Yang: I really need to work on my 43 meter dash.

Ruby: Huh? Specifically 43 meters?

Yang: it’s the distance from our apartment to the laundry room. If I could just shave a couple tenths of a second down then maybe *murmur murmur murmur…*

Nora: Yes!!

Ren: Now hold on-

Nora: I want a kitty!

Ren: Nora-

Nora: I want a kitty!

Yang: Yeah! Kitty!

Nora & Yang, chanting: Kit-ty! Kit-ty! Kit-ty!

Jaune: But there's already five people in this apartment, you think there's room for a cat?

Yang: Have you seen cats? They can fit into very small spaces.

Pyrrha: But I'm allergic to cats...

Nora & Yang:

Nora & Yang: Pup-py! Pup-py! Pup-py!

Pyrrha, joining: Pup-py! Pup-py! Pup-py!

Jaune: We've been outvoted, Ren.

Pyrrha: *gasps and dives under the bed.*

Yang: …Uh. You good?

Pyrrha: I’m not here.

Yang, scoffing: Alright, dork, come back up here.

Pyrrha, sighing: Fine… *crawls out from under the bed*

Yang: Woah, why are you wearing, like, three sports bras?

Pyrrha, shrugging and fidgeting with her fingers: I was…trying to fit into one of Ren’s button-ups. Just…to see what it would look like.

Yang: Oh, so you’re trying to bind?

Pyrrha, blushing: Yeah.

Yang, a smile slowly getting bigger on her face: Gender?

Pyrrha, giggling: Alright, alright, I’m…having gender thoughts.

Yang: Fucking finally! *comes over and wraps an arm around Pyrrha’s shoulder* I knew you couldn’t go forever without committing some form of gender fuckery. I mean, you live with us. How did our transgender spores not infect you sooner?

Pyrrha: I don’t know, I just…got to thinking about…stuff.

Yang: Ah, stuff. Good times. *looks down at Pyrrha’s chest* You should probably take those off.

Pyrrha: Right. About that…

Yang: Are you trapped?

Pyrrha: It’s pretty tight.

Yang: Alright, on your knees.

Pyrrha: 😳

Yang: Not like that, now down!

Pyrrha: Right, right… *kneels and raises her arms over her head*

Yang: So… *grabs the outermost of Pyrrha’s three sports bras and tugs upward* What gender stuff are you thinking about?

Pyrrha: Like…I don’t know, some days I…ouch.

Yang: Sorry, it is tight.

Pyrrha: You’re good. Uhm, some days I feel super feminine, where I want to wear dresses and skirts and wear a bunch of makeup, you know?

Yang, yanking the first sports bra off of her: Gah-! Okay, go on?

Pyrrha: But I feel like other times, like now, I feel like…I don’t know, I want to be more boyish.

Yang: Sounds pretty genderfluid to me.

Pyrrha: You think so?

Yang, pulling the second sports bra off easier: I mean, that’s just my thinking. I barely have a gender of my own, so I don’t know how fluid-ing one’s gender feels like.

Pyrrha, nodding as she tugs the last sports bra off herself and stands: Yeah… *takes a deep breath and sighs* I think I should get an actual binder.

Yang: We can get Jaune on that, he probably has the know-how. *wraps her arms around Pyrrha’s waist* You okay, though? Not having too bad of a crisis of identity, are you?

Pyrrha, shaking her head: It’s not bad, no. Just…incomprehensible.

Yang: I feel that. *kisses her lightly* Tell you what, I’ll let you decide when to tell the rest of the polycule about this, but in the meantime, how about you and I go for a workout and maybe that’ll give you some time to think about it?

Pyrrha, smiling and nodding: That sounds nice. Thank you, Yang.

Yang: No sweat. *looks down at the pile of discarded sports bras* Uh, you know you didn’t have to take that last one off, right?

Pyrrha, shrugging: Nah, I just wanted to.

Yang, blushing: Oh, alright, cool.

Pyrrha: Should I put it back on?

Nora owns an extensive collection of novelty booty shorts with cursed phrases across the ass. Among her favorites are a baby blue pair that reads “gods fear those whom they cannot control” and a hot pink pair that reads “gaze upon this wretched thing.”

AO3 Link (Rated Explicit)

Summary: Introducing NAVYL Tales! A random assortment of stories that follow Pyrrha, Jaune, Nora, Yang, and Ren—the sexiest and most chaotic of polycules.

Some stories are standalone, others come in multiple parts, maybe chronological but no promises. Each has its own summary and is labeled SFW or NSFW accordingly.

Summary for Story 1, Nora Can't Sleep (NSFW): Nora is having trouble sleeping, again. So she returns to a tried and true strategy, with a little help from a sleepy yet willing Yang. They just need to keep it quiet so they don't wake the rest of the polycule, but for Yang and Nora, quiet sex is uncharted territory. (Almost entirely Yang x Nora-focused)

((A reminder: please do not interact with my posts on this blog unless you are 18 or older.

Also, credit to my friend @drowmonk for the term “OnlySimps,” which I am obsessed with skskksklfd))

At first, Pyrrha thought this was a totally normal study date at the campus library. She had her books strewn about the table and was reading one while Yang sat across from her typing away at her computer. It was nice and quiet, with no one else around. A perfectly normal afternoon at the library.

Then Pyrrha notices Yang lift her shirt up, exposing her breasts, and take a selfie, winking to the camera.

“What are you…?” Pyrrha murmured, then looked at their surroundings frantically, her face blushing so bad it almost burned. “What?”

“Don’t worry, it’s for my OnlySimps page,” Yang told her with a wave of her hand.

Yang: We’re wondering the same thing...

Ren: It’s only a matter of time...

Jaune: She can’t hang around us for this long without at least questioning a little bit...

Nora: Her being trans is the only way she can possibly get any hotter, after all...

Nora: I...sure have tried. If you count Toast Catapult.

Jaune: Toast Catapult?

Nora: Yeah. Just a dumb idea I came up with one night at the workshop. ADHD things happened. I made a robot that attaches to a toaster and throws your toast across the room the moment it finishes cooking. You know, so you don’t have to get up from the couch to get it?

Jaune: And you didn’t bring this thing home? That sounds amazing!

Nora: It was amazing. Not because it worked properly, but uh... *nervously chuckles and glances at Yang*

Yang, sighing: I walked into the workshop at the wrong time. Got a face full of freshly burnt toast. Took me twenty minutes to get all the crumbs out of my eyes.

Nora: The toast exited the toaster at a much faster speed than planned. And missed my plate. And...yeah, hit Yang in the face.

Pyrrha, giggling: Why have you waited so long to tell us this?

Nora: Because it was an embarrassment to my robot building reputation!

Ren, muttering: Says the girl who also built Ultra Instant Hairdryer.

Yang: Oh gods the FUCKING hot water heater! *takes a deep breath* Sorry, I just...I despise our hot water heater so much...

Ren, rubbing her back: We have to be...very strategic about showers.

Pyrrha: And of course it gets cramped at times, there’s five of us in a one bedroom apartment. I certainly don’t mind it being cramped, though. It’s comforting, in a way.

Jaune: As for laundry... *stares off into the distance* Oh gods, the laundry...

Nora: Yeah, I can’t even tell which clothes are mine anymore.

Pyrrha: Nora, you are several inches shorter than all of us, your clothes are the easiest to pick out from the pile.

Nora: I dunno, I can’t tell the difference between my baggy t-shirts and you guys’ normal fitting t-shirts.

Ren: All of those t-shirts are ours. The ones you claim as yours are stolen.

Nora: And? What about you guys? *points at Ren* That’s Jaune’s hoodie. *points at Pyrrha* That’s Ren’s t-shirt. *points at Yang* That is also Jaune’s hoodie. *points at Jaune* And...are those my shorts???

Jaune, blushing, wearing a pair of sport shorts a size too small for him: They make my butt look good...

Yang: That’s true, they do make his butt look good.

Nora: See? Stealing clothes from one another is mutually beneficial.

Pyrrha: Then...you should put some on?

Yang: Oh definitely. You know, I might play tight end, but I can play wide receiver just as well. *elbows Pyrrha* Get it, eh?

Jaune: You’d need a knowledge of football and sex to get that one.

Nora: Very few people possess both.

Pyrrha, blushing: Yang, we have never once done anything after practice.

Yang: I mean, four hours later at home is still technically “after practice.”

Pyrrha: Okay, true. But in the locker room? That would be gross.

Yang, nodding: Kinda would be, yeah.

Jaune, tapping Ren’s shoulder: You good, babe? You’re spacing out on us.

Oh you know I do. I’m totally up for nsfw headcanon asks!

Here’s a few, feel free to hmu for more specific ones. (under a read more of course, very nsfw stuff below, 18 and up only pls)

Ren: I wasn’t planning on crying.

Jaune: Neither am I, but I might.

Ren: Why? Are you that invested in the football team’s win-loss record?

Jaune: I’m invested in the fact that when we win, Yang and Pyrrha always come over here and celebrate with us, and that celebration often includes kisses and hugs. Like, the kind of hugs where they pick you up and spin you around because they’re so excited?

Ren: Would they not give us hugs and kisses if they lose?

Jaune: Well if they win, it would be more like a movie, and I want my hugs and kisses while applause and confetti rains down. I want “closing scene in a high school romance movie” vibes, okay?

Ren: We’re in college, but okay.

Nora, from up in the crowd, face covered in maroon and yellow paint: STEAMROLL THEM, YANG! FUCK THEM UP!

Ren: Nora, language!

Nora: FOOTBAAAAALL!!!!! THROW THAT FUCKING FOOTBALL, PYRRHA!

Jaune: She’s gonna get banned from the stadium.

Nora: THEY DON’T HAVE THE GUTS TO BAN ME, NOODLE BOY!

Ren: The teams seem to be taking back to the field.

Jaune: Okay. They only get one shot at this...c’mon Pyrrha, pass it to Yang...

Ren: Perhaps that’s what the defense is expecting them to do?

Jaune: But if it works...Oh gods, here they go.

Nora: C’MOOOOON!!!!

Jaune: She’s passing it to Yang, she’s....Oh! OHhh! YES! *starts hopping up and down* Run, Yang, GOOO!

Nora: FUCK YEAH BITCHEEEEES!

Jaune: SHE SCORED! They did it! REN!

Ren: Is the game over now? Oh wait, yeah there’s the confetti.

Jaune: Oh boy, they’re coming over here! Wait for it...

Yang and Pyrrha: *take off their helmets, revealing their majestic long hair*

Nora: HOT!

Jaune: Ren I’m in love.

Ren: Me too, we’ve been dating for a very long—

Yang: JAAAAUNE! *runs over and picks Jaune up into a hug* Did you see me?! I scored the winning touchdown!

Jaune: Yeah I saw! And ouch!

Yang: Oop, sorry. *puts him down and kisses him instead* How’s that?

Jaune, blushing: It’s...yes...

Pyrrha, kissing Jaune as well: We couldn’t have done it without you all cheering us on!

Jaune: Yeah...uh, Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: Hm?

Jaune: Could you, like, dip me or something?

Pyrrha: Why?

Jaune: Romance movie finale scene!

Pyrrha: Oh, yeah, sure! *grabs him and dips him* Like that?

Jaune: Heernmm... *Jaune_bi.exe has stopped responding*

Nora, jumping the barricade and running onto the field: YOOOOOO!

Ren: Nora, you can’t be on the field—!

Nora, leaping into Yang’s arms: You were so fucking sexy! *peppers their face with kisses*

Yang, giggling: Hell yeah!

Ren, hugging Yang: Wonderful job, Yang. I’m not sure what you did exactly but...good job!

Yang, smiling: Thanks, babe. *kisses them*

Ren, blushing: You’re very smelly.

Yang: Thanks, it’s the wearing a helmet for three hours. *wink* Hey Pyrrha, let’s go shower and change and then we can go get some fuckin’ pancakes!

Nora: PANCAKES!

Pyrrha, gently placing a very happy and very blissfully unconscious Jaune on the ground: Sounds like fun! *follows Yang*

Nora: Showers? Can I come with?

Yang: I’d say yes if we could, babe.

Nora: But what about all this face paint?

Pyrrha: Wear it to the Pancake House!

“What's everyone's favorite place to go on dates to” - from @harmonylight

Jaune: We each have our favorite places to go together, but our go-to’s are usually dinner, movies, the gym, or some outdoorsy thing.

Yang: I don’t know if our gym trips qualify as dates since we all do separate things while there.

Nora: I think if we all reach a certain number of finger-guns and winks at each other from across the building, that eventually qualifies as a date.

Ren: Doesn’t a date entail doing something together?

Pyrrha: Yeah, otherwise it’s just existing in the same space doing your own thing. Like what we usually do at home.

Yang: So basically, like, is this a date, or are we just vibin’?

Pyrrha: I think we’re getting sidetracked from the original question. Dinner dates are my favorite. I love just sitting with my lovelies and just talking and being together~

Nora: I like it when everyone lets me eat off their plate.

Yang: Nora, no one actually lets you. You steal off our plates.

Nora: And? I gotta keep my strength up for our vibin’ not-dates at the gym.

Jaune: Or just order more food for yourself maybe?

Nora: This relationship is built on mutual benefit, Jaune. If I can’t steal mashed potatoes off your plate then what even are we?

Ren: Outdoorsy dates are always nice, too. Especially our hikes.

Jaune: And the, uhh, beach trips, too.

Yang: When was the last time we even went out. Like, all five of us?

Pyrrha: It’s been a while. Did you have something in mind?

Yang: How about we take a hike, to a beach, then go to dinner, then go see a movie? Just make a huge mega-date!

Nora: And after all that...we go to the gym!