Pyrrha Funny Face Shot Through the Heart Pyrrha Funny Face S
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Seriously, why does no one write Pyrrha stuff anymore? No one man can do all this. All you RWBY writers out there, make some stuff for the Pyrrha fans. Don't be shy.
It was a normal day at Beacon Academy. Jaune was watching Markiplier with Ren across the dorm, team RWBY was in the library playing that board game that was needlessly complicated to some people (cough Weiss cough), and Pyrrha was studying for the upcoming test in Oobleck's class. As for Nora, she was off in God-knows-where doing God-knows-what.
BANG
Well, that was one mystery solved, but what was she so happy about?
"REN REN REN REN REN!! You will not believe this!!" Nora was vibrating in place like she downed a BFC of Monster. Her grin was so wide, her face was almost in half. Jaune took this as a danger sign (smart man) and backed up against the wall. Pyrrha, too, scooted away in apprehension. Only Ren was unaffected.
"What's up, Nora?" he asked calmly. Ruby often wondered if Ren was a Zen Buddhist. No one really knew save for Nora, and she wasn't giving out info.
"Okay, so this new guy came up to me and he was dressed in red and we hit it off!" Nora seemed pleased to share this, but with Nora, there was a bit more than just hitting it off with a new student.
"And…" Ren prompted. Jaune was past his fear of being ripped apart by a hyper Nora and inched forward slightly. Pyrrha followed suit.
"AND it turns out he was a famous carny from Vacuo three years ago! They called him the Son of the Dragon and the Fire King!" Nora boomed dramatically. Jaune gasped in excitement and leaned forward.
"You mean to tell me that (M/n) (L/n), the greatest fire performer of all time, actually goes to Beacon?" Only Nora matched his excited grin. Ren merely raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Pyrrha, on the other hand, was completely lost.
"Who is this guy?" Pyrrha asked cautiously. "Why are you so excited about a carnival worker at Beacon?" Nora and Jaune both turned to her dramatically- gasping in shock, eyes the size of Frisbees, et cetera.
"WHO IS (M/N) (L/N)!?!?" Nora howled. She put her hand against her head and fell into Ren's arms- he'd obviously gotten used to this. The hyper ginger motioned to Jaune, who was gaping widely at her.
"Jaune, please educate her," she moaned in grief. "I cannot bear to see her in the dark!" In an instant, Jaune was by his partner's side, YouTube open on his Scroll. Markiplier's face was replaced by the view of an out-of-date camera, focusing on a young boy- around seven years old- doing a Hawaiian fire dance (like Nani's boyfriend from Lilo and Stitch), twin torches burning on both ends. The clip was dated about ten years ago.
"(M/n) (L/n) is a famous performer in the Vacuo Carnival," Jaune explained. The boy onstage was indeed skilled, deftly whirling the torches like they weighed nothing.
The clip went to one three years later, and the same boy was onstage. He seemed to be juggling three hot coals, moving and dancing about as he worked. Jaune continued with his explanation.
"For seven years, he was the grand attraction of the show, pulling in humans and Faunus alike." As he spoke, he rose one hand the the view of the window, sweeping it to the left, away from Nora letting out small groans. "When he turned fourteen, he left the show and disappeared. People say he pops up every now and again, but no one's proved it."
The boy in the video caught a flying, burning coal in each hand and the third on his tongue. He held it there as the camera zoomed in on it, then closed his mouth, threw his head back and swallowed it!
Pyrrha's eyes went wide with surprise. (It wasn't every day you saw a ten year old eat a hot coal, after all!) The video went to another clip from five years ago. He was walking through hot coals in a large, designated ring in a field, velvet ropes holding everyone back. The most impressive thing? He was doing it on his hands!
He reached the edge of the circle, rolled onto his feet, and held his arms up like, Ta-da~ He then went to the cameraman and showed his palms to him. They were completely unscathed!
"How is he doing this?" Pyrrha asked, bewildered.
"No one knows," Jaune said, still grinning. "But this guy's at Beacon now! That's so cool!"
Nora perked up from Ren's arms. "What time is it?"
Pyrrha checked the clock on her partner's scroll. "About 4:20, why?" For reasons unbeknownst to her, Jaune giggled stupidly when she said that.
Nora shot up to her full height of five-foot-one. (This girl's killed a Deathstalker, casual reminder.) "He said he'd be doing a short show at 4:30! We gotta go!" And with that, Nora tore out of the room, Jaune close behind.
"From all that talk, I assume we don't want to miss it," Ren hummed. Pyrrha laughed and responded with, "I guess not."
By 4:30, a small crowd had gathered in the courtyard. Looking around, Pyrrha saw the couples she'd seen form in her time at Beacon- Weiss and Jaune (a very painful one to look at), Blake and Sun, Yang and Neptune, Coco and Fox, Velvet and Yatsuhashi, and, of course, Ren and Nora. There were a lot more people there, but she noticed her friends immediately. Ruby seemed to be excited, based on the happy little dance she was doing and the smile on her face. About a quarter of the school had shown up, save for any faculty. All for a boy who'd played with fire.
Across from her, the crowd parted and began to cheer. (M/n) had arrived. He was wearing somewhat baggy red pants, wooden sandals, and oddly enough, a blaring red tailcoat with the sleeves removed, showing off his abdominals- a perfectly formed six pack. (Yes, there was actually six of them. Pyrrha counted them.) His hair was shaggy and wild, an adventurous sort of look matching the proud, excited look in his (e/c) eyes. He was thin but muscly, like a buff scarecrow. Over his shoulder was a large duffel bag- no doubt the stuff for his show and probably an outfit or two. He set his stuff down on a table in the center of the circle and opened it, pulling out two torches. His mouth went from a chill half-smile to a wide grin.
"What say we get this party started?" he asked the crowd. The cheer resounded through the courtyard, and he nodded when it died down. With a cocky huff, he snickered, "I thought so."
(M/n) banged the ends of his torches together, their ends blazing into orange flames. Then he flipped them around and did it again. When the crowd was good and hyped, he began to dance.
It was a lot better than the dance he did when he was seven. He was quicker, more fluid, and the torches often leapt into the air, swirling wildly. The torches were all over him, swirling around his arms, then his necks, and then his arms again. He finished his dance by taking the fire from one end of each torch, placing it on his tongue, then sucking the flames right from them. Then he flipped his torches so the blazing ends were in his face, angled his head and the fire to the sky, and let loose a five-foot cone of flame into the sky.
The crowd "ooh"d and "aah"d, then clapped politely at his dance. Putting both torches in one hand, he took a bow with his other well behind him in the air. Then he rose and placed the torches into his duffel, exchanging the for a box of matches, a bottle of what appeared to be whiskey, and a silver goblet.
"For my next trick," (M/n) proclaimed, "I'd like to make a toast to all of you for surviving this long. But of course," he said, opening the whiskey, "we'll do it my way. Say, sir," he boomed, motioning to a fourth year, "I would like you to take a good, long whiff of this, see if it's real."
The senior student put his nose to the lip of the bottle, took one sniff, then huffed and handed it back. "That's real, all right," he groaned. (M/n) smiled as he took it back.
"That's so you know it's genuine," the Fire King chuckled, pouring himself a goblet of whiskey. "If there's anything I know about booze: one, it's good for the soul," he reasoned, a couple students in the back notorious for partying laughing with him, "and two, it's very flammable." Proving his point, he put the goblet on the table, struck a match, and lit the top layer of booze. Picking it up, he raised it in a toast. "Za vas!" (M/n) hooted, and most of the crowd repeated it. Then he raised the drink to his lips and drained the whole damn thing!
When he lowered it, he grimaced and shook his head. The crowd once again clapped politely at his trick.
When he looked back up, he joked, "I've tasted cinnamon whiskey, but that was a close second!" The crowd laughed pretty loudly at that, Pyrrha included.
"Now, you didn't come here for lame tricks," (M/n) reasoned with the crowd. There was a murmur of agreement. "No, you came here for fun stuff, fiery stuff." A louder hum of agreement. "I'll cut the show short so you can get on with your day." A small groan of disappointment rippled through the crowd. "I know, I know, I suck," the Son of the Dragon huffed, sending light laughter through the crowd. "So, to compromise, I will live up to my nickname, the Son of the Dragon."
This sent a small wave of confusion through the crowd. It increased when (M/n) started stuffing layers of cotton pads into his mouth, then lessened slightly when he pulled a match and a coal from his mouth, lit the coal, and tossed it onto the cotton. He'd taken a deep breath, so he was prepared when he looked to the horizon and breathed a long, steady breath, resulting in a foot-long jet of fire shooting from his maw!
For fifteen seconds, he breathed steadily and the heat was sucked from the audience's lungs. Then the flame shut off, he bent over, and his jaw dropped, the cotton plopping onto the concrete where it burned to cinders from the coal.
The Wielder of Flame looked back up at the crowd, looked around, then bellowed, "That's a spicy meatball!"
Over time, Beacon seemed to forget the red-clad pyro. Pyrrha, however, could not. He'd left an impression on her, his confidence surging through her. The two had actually become fast friends, each retelling odd stories from their past- though (M/n) had more to offer- and speaking of the weird things they'd seen recently- there, Pyrrha had him beat. They'd also grown very close, and Pyrrha began to suspect she had a crush on the one-time performer. Like Jaune, he was a huge dork and made her laugh. Unlike Jaune, he could use his Pyrokinesis Semblance to hold his own in a fight, and had never really had a girlfriend. Every time he and Pyrrha were in the same room, Nora and Yang both shot her a "flirt with him already" look. (M/n) seemed to have caught on and pulled a trick out of his sleeve- the guy could flirt without trying and constantly flattered her. In no time, she was determined to have the ex-carny as her own.
About a month after his show in the courtyard, (M/n) had gotten a note in the middle of history, telling him to come to the roof a 9:00 p.m. Overcome with curiosity, he showed up to find Pyrrha with a small picnic laid out.
"Have a seat," she invited. She was wearing a casual red dress and simple black flats for dancing. He'd shown up in a red dress shirt and black jeans, blaring red Converse covering his feet.
Once they sat down, they had a lovely date that went late into the night, when Pyrrha decided to confront him about her feelings.
"Listen, (M/n)," she said after he'd cracked a stupid joke, "I have to say, these times we share… I love them. I have no idea how you can make me laugh like this."
"Honestly, that was built in," the Fire King admitted. "I've always been able to make people laugh." Pyrrha's heart skipped a beat.
"I just want to ask… What do you look for in a girl?" This caught the pyro off guard.
"Well," he mumbled after a moment's thought, "red hair, good looks, absolute sweetheart, and doesn't seem bent on using me for my fame." Pyrrha blushed a thousand shades of red.
"What I'm trying to ask, Pyrrha," he hummed lovingly, cupping her cheek with his hand, his skin warm to the touch, "is… Will you do me the honor of becoming my queen?"
Pyrrha stay there for a three count before smashing her lips to his, her hand on the back of his neck. A minute ticked by before they parted, smiling giddily.
"I'd love to," Pyrrha cooed, nuzzling into his chest.
Sorry the ending was rushed. Got impatient, which is why I can't make it as a writer. But seriously, make more Pyrrha fics, successful writers. I beg you.
Source: https://www.deviantart.com/whyyounowork/art/Burning-To-Have-You-Pyrrha-X-Male-Reader-587569994
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