You have lived a very interesting life. By way of accidentally finding yourself the husband to the four saviors of humanity, you tagged along on a world-saving adventure and experienced the exact amount of unbelievable events that that entailed.
And, as it turns out, people REALLY wanted to know about those unbelievable events. And, having been allowed to finally pass on, Ozpin's final words were to the effect of, "Never forget the importance of stories. You should tell yours." So, after things were finally starting to settle down, everyone shared their stories.
Yeah, you'd experienced a lot of bizarre things over the last few years, but still, the oddest is turning out to be what amounts to the fanfiction told about your life. Well, the lack of it, really. Compared to RWBY (and JNPR), you were a footnote in the events of stopping Salem, so even Jaune's older sister got more page-time than you in the novelization of your adventures written by a third party. You aren't particularly bothered by it, though you did laugh your ass off reading the chapters about Yang returning to Patch after the Fall and you "inspiring" her to get back in the fight. Yeah, turns out a historical-but-ultimately-kid-friendly story didn't feel like devoting words to you and RWBY's sexcapades, as you guess they didn't have that much impact on the whole, "saving the world," thing.
And, speaking of saving the world, the whole celebrity savior thing your wives are enjoying came with one major benefit that trumped all the others.
Grimm still existed. They were no longer being created, but there was a (now finite) number of them still running around the world. So, still an issue. As such, measures needed to be taken to prevent them from attacking settlements, especially in Solitas; with Atlas and Mantle wiped out, the nation was starting from practically zero, though with help from all unified nations. That also cost *money.* Seeing how any amount of potential wealth was in a volatile crater, reconstruction efforts would need capital. Any money the Schnees could find in whatever offshore bank accounts Jacques had left was making up the bulk of that, but there needed to be *more.*
So, what was the way RWBY decided to help with A. gathering funds, B. slowing Grimm attacks, and C. general unification of nations?
Why, the tried and true method of any fundraising effort: "Saviors," aka a magazine!
The only thing people wanted more than the story of the girls who saved the world was the girls themselves. Naturally, four beautiful women who literally represented every positive trait humanity had to offer were desirable–and marketable. Power. Beauty. Love. Friendship. All that narmy, cheesy, feel-good stuff people love to read about, all given form. So, the decision was to show off that form.
That's right.
We're saving the world with tasteful nudes.
Ruby unfurls Crescent Rose to its full scythe form, the perfect encapsulation of this whole idea: huntresses were powerful, yet beautiful. Though an admittedly shapely young woman, Ruby was still barely over five feet tall, yet commanded a massive, harrowing blade that could easily carve through monsters like paper. Saviors was the exc-chance to highlight that dichotomy, as well as show off your wives and subtly say, "Yeah, I'm banging them."
After everything you and RWBY had done, saving the world, perverting numerous inns, and that one time you hijacked a rave, taking nude photos was really nothing. And so, you snap a photo of Ruby, completely naked, albeit with the naughty bits strategically covered by Crescent Rose. The weapon left just enough to the imagination to make things sensual, yet tasteful. This wasn't a strictly porn magazine, it was TOTALLY just to show off cute girls with weapons! Power and sexuality! The *true* saviors of the world.
Due to all present photographers regularly sleeping with Ruby, she wasn't particularly shy about showing off her body. You and WBY snap endless photos of her posing with Crescent Rose in the snow, pleased with the fact that you're letting Ruby engage in her exhibitionism fetish and that you'll be privy to all of the private (read: explicit) photos that wouldn't make the cut in the final release. After snapping a photo of Ruby laying down, lining up a shot with her sniper rifle, a large bullet placed coyly between her teeth, you all consider her section done. She stands up and starts heading towards the car, not at all concerned by the fact that she was still naked.
The next shoot scheduled was, obviously, Weiss, taking place in an outdoor garden. There was an order to this, not to mention she was quite eager to do hers as quickly as possible. Her shoot went incredibly smoothly, as she'd had plenty of practice posing for magazines. The only difference this time was that she posed so as not to expose herself to the camera (but TO expose herself to the photographers). Weiss struck an incredibly elegant figure with her hands resting on Myrtenaster, which was point-down into the ground. With her hair down, she strategically covered her nipples while her sword covered the rest. Adding to the scene, Weiss summoned a massive glyph behind her, almost like a halo; all combined, it made her look almost divine, which worked perfectly for the whole savior image this whole thing was about. She continued on with more fencing poses, glyph summoning, and even a bit of ballet to finish it off.
Blake decided her photoset would really lean into her animal side, starting with taking place in a forest. Gambol Shroud's ribbon functioned perfectly as a leash when tied around her neck. From there, it wrapped around her wrists, restraining her even though she held the blade portion of her weapon. Even though she was actually in control, Blake was now in a light bondage; she was naked, submissive, and helpless to anyone viewing her photo. Luckily, she'd grown her hair back out, so her long black locks could assist with the censorship. She continued the theme, with most of her photoset involving either her being tied up and (seemingly) helpless, or her playfully pawing at the camera like a pet cat. One serendipitous shot even managed to make a flowing ribbon appear just like a cat's tail.
Guns, sex, and power came naturally to Yang. No surprise there. Still, how she managed to so quintessentially grasp, "Yang," and put it into a photograph was astounding. Guns, sex, power, as well as strong, "Girl Next Door," energy combined as Yang worked on her new motorcycle in a garage setting, with all the wet t-shirts, daisy dukes, and biker babe that came with it. Naturally, the "hot summer day," of the set caused Yang to peel off her clothes as time went on, so by the halfway point she was straddling her bike with her golden locks as her only clothing. The set ended with the blonde bent over a workstation splitting her attention between her Ember Celica and her latest prosthetic, her body glistening with sweat and the many water bottles poured over herself. The final picture was the classic, "We can do it!" pose common in old Huntress recruitment posters, completing the cycle of Yang growing up as one to then inspire more.
So that made four whole days of shooting your wives' nudes. As one would imagine, by the end of those shoots, the centerpiece had had enough of being stared at. That led to some… after-hours shoots that would 100% never make it into a magazine. No, those four days were filled with exactly the amount of sex you'd expect, all of which was captured on the highest definition cameras out there. THOSE days were followed by more lustful adventures as picking out the tasteful, technically SFW photos turned into staring at Ruby rubbing snow on her body, Weiss doing a vertical splits, Blake tied helplessly to a tree, and Yang showing off her prosthetic's vibration function.
Finally, the five of you managed to pick out two dozen or so photos per girl, none of which showed anything explicit. They instead relied on implications, titillation, and anticipation, while also highlight each girls' beauty and strength. It was a loose justification and a looser theme, but hey, the world needed some good viewings and an economic boost. Heck, your girls were far from the only participants; Nora, of course, was on board, and Jaune and Ren threw their lots in for those interested in men. And, considering she was an integral part of saving the world, one of the most well-known individuals prior to that, and high key a babe, Winter had her own photoshoot involving her posing nude while her summoned Grimm bowed to her. Willow, too, offered herself to the magazine, fulfilling the dreams of every tabloid, fake sex scandal, and jealous businessman. So yeah, you were in good company.
Shocking no one, Saviors did gangbusters. Again, quite literally the saviors of the world–who were also all gorgeous–posing nude worked wonders as a fundraiser, giving a large boost to the reconstruction effort. Even better, you were now free; with the world safe, marriages out of the way, and any and all that immediate obligations cleared, it was time for you and RWBY to rest. And like, ACTUALLY rest. You would think beating the bad guy would be the end of it, but there was what felt like a year-long afterparty of traveling the world and setting things right.
So what now?
A nice, long sleep.
After all the excitement died down, the five of you found yourselves a nice, quiet place outside of Vale. For one, that was where everything really began; that was where this story started, two weeks into the first semester at Beacon. It was also easily the best choice. The new Atlas barely existed, Menagerie was still overpopulated as always (though steadily improving), and Vacuo was still overpopulated from the Atlas/Mantle evacuation. With Vale cleared of Grimm, the city was slowly but surely on its way to becoming the bustling city it used to be, giving you and RWBY a chance to stay out of the spotlight for a while and live that peaceful life you'd earned. More and more people were finding their own lives back there, so for the moment, it gave the impression of a classic small town where everyone knew each other's names.
The days came and went now that things were finally over. After all the surreal experiences over the past few years, it felt almost unnatural to live a boring life, but yeah, it was definitely a necessary break. There were still Grimm to kill, schools to reinstate, and other things to do, but you've all earned a vacation.
Your house had a lot of beds. Though you were one big happy polycule, not everyone was in the mood at all times, so there needed to be a place for something other than what often became a five-person orgy. One day, you wake up after a long night helping Yang finish up her new Bumblebee (after the first was lost in a tragic ex-boyfriend accident), looking at the blonde slowly wake up to the world. As usual, her features were beautiful and soft, and as she saw you staring at her, her eyes filled with love and comfort. Out of habit, you reach out and stroke her hair.
Yang gently puts her hand on your hand as you hold her cheek. With a cute smile, she utters a few simple words that, again, manage to be some of the hardest hitting you've ever heard.
"Do you think I'm ready to be a mom?"