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imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs · 3 years

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Qrowin Week 2021: 6/24-Mr. & Mrs.

Warning: the following contains adult themes, especially under the cut. You have been warned

“Why did you sign the ledger as ‘Mr. and Mrs. Blanc?”

Winter didn’t spare so much as a glace over her shoulder at Qrow as he shut the door to their room. Instead, she went about setting down her backpack (an enormous thing that reeked of Schnee money as much as her little sister’s had) and laying out what looked like bedclothes from some stodgy period romance film where everyone wore frills.

“Suppose it would have saved us money to pay for more than one room,” she said, almost absentmindedly.

“Suppose.”

Honestly, she’d been dodgy all day.

No scratch that; since their mission had started. Ever since Ozpin (or maybe he should start saying Oscar? Ozcar? Ospin?) had caught wind of Salem’s forces rallying in two possible locations, he’d been jazzing to investigate both, something they didn’t have time for.

So, his niece (in her infinite yet limited wisdom) suggested they split up and ask for assistance from their allies. Wouldn’t you know they’d pick that Weiss’s uppity sister?

And after about five minutes of bickering about who went with who, Oscar had suggested drawing straws (he knew it was Oscar because Ozpin probably would have used some kind of cryptic speech or phrase and paired them off at random).

“Not my fault the innkeeper’s prices were through the roof.”

“Yeah, but why the same surname? We could have been ‘just friends.”

Winter paused, a hairbrush in her hand.

“Maybe I knew they wouldn’t believe it,” she said, picking up the old-lady nightgown and heading for the bathroom.

Qrow cackled, high and rough, dropping into the only seat in the room, a wooden chair matched to a table that had seen better days.

“That’s your answer? That he’d believe we were married?”

“Why not?” Winter said through the bathroom door, “it’s not like there’s a huge age gap between us.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve got too much self-respect to be a trophy husband.”

“What makes you think I wouldn’t be the trophy?”

The smile left Qrow’s face.

This was getting dangerous. In the time they’d known each other, ribbing had become a part of their relationship.

He’d insult her sense of duty, she’d condescend about his style of self-presentation, and that would be enough to let others know everything was normal between them.

But lately there’d been some… hiccups to their dynamic.

Qrow had recently gained a newfound appreciation for putting aside her loyalty to the military when it turned out her superior officer had gone off the rails. And it seemed she, in return, seemed to be phasing out the backhanded comments about his capabilities and habits.

Not that that wasn’t welcome, but still…

It brought up a lot of questions.

“Well, whatever. I call dibs on the bed.”

With the pregnant pause on the other side of the bathroom door, Qrow could almost imagine the indignation on her face.

“What!?”

Now there was the Winter he knew.

“I’ve walked all day, your highness.”

He said the last part with no shortage of Sarcasm.

“I’m not about to sleep on the floor.”

The door opened and Winter came out.

Her hair was down, cascading down her shoulders in freshly brushed waves. She looked younger, less professional. Qrow might even hesitantly call her appearance ‘serene.”

The old lady nightgown, as loathe as he was to admit it, suited her. It’s modest style, from lacy high neck to the trim her bare toes peeked out from, covered everything except her hands. At the same time, it was neither too tight, nor burying her under ornamentation or folds of cloth, with hints of her figure caught by the light and the shifting of fabric.

“No-one said you had to. Where you sleep is up to you. I won’t stop you.”

“Wait, what are you…”

As she made her way to the bed (a pitiful twin sized mattress with sheets the color of fatigues), her eye caught his and somehow, somehow, he knew what she meant.

“Oh god, Winter…”

Where was his flask? He needed something strong to stop the drumbeat in his heart.

“You’re not drunk,” she said, “you’re a… reasonably responsible adult.”

Winter climbed below the bedcovers and faced him.

“But for the record, I don’t intend to sleep anywhere but a bed, either. So we might as well make do.”

Make do? Make do! This was the rising action (not rising! Any word but that!) of every stupid romance story under the sun! How was this not a big deal to her?

Dammit, where was his flask!?

“What are you looking for?”

Qrow looked up from his endless quest through his pockets.

“A drink,” he said.

“You left it with Oscar,” she said simply, “you said it was to make sure you stayed sober.”

Qrow cursed under his breath. Winter scowled.

“If you’re not coming to bed, I’ll turn off the lights and you can sleep there.”

“Alright,” Qrow said, rising, “I’m coming.”

Shit, he’s keeping his mouth shut for the rest of the night.

Deciding not to dwell on innuendos and lifted the bottom of his shirt up.

He paused at the sound of Winter’s sputtering.

“W-what are you doing!?”

“I don’t sleep in a shirt,” he said, annoyed, “or pants. And since I don’t have pajamas, I guess we’re both out of luck.”

“I thought you had them in your backpack?”

“What backpack?”

Qrow pointed over to where his own meager belongings lay, stored almost entirely in a beat up, moth-eaten tote that’s off-white color had become dark grey.

“That’s all I got in the world.”

“Then why didn’t you—DON’T PULL YOUR PANTS DOWN!”

Qrow smirked as Winter threw her hands over her eyes. At least now things felt a little more normal. Besides, did she think he was going commando? He wasn’t so uncivilized to not have six pairs of boxer briefs with him at all times.

Before Winter could protest, Qrow had leapt into the bed and buried himself under the comforter.

“Look, I’ll sleep with my back to you and you keep the sheets. That’s a blanket between us.

“There aren’t any sheets,” Winter said, still not looking at her.

Qrow frowned and looked down.

She was right.

All they had was the comforter and the sheet on the bed. What kind of inn was this?

“I’ll keep my back to you,” he repeated, turning over, “night.”

The click of the light and the darkness that followed was the only sign Winter had heard him.

It should have been easy to fall asleep.

Qrow was used to sleeping rough, making due with austere quarters and if he couldn’t, alcohol was always handy as a sleeping pill.

But he’d been trying to stay dry. For his nieces. For the kids.

And those other times he hadn’t been had a woman with him.

Well, not a woman like Winter, anyway.

Most of the girls he took to bed were bored and looking for a good time with a drifter. Some no-strings-attached fun to break the monotony of working at a tavern or something like that.

Winter was…

He didn’t really have a way to describe it.

What was Winter? Was this situation a big deal to her? Or either of them, for that matter? Had she even had sex? Did she even like sex?

Her hushed voice dragged him from his thoughts.

“Qrow are you awake?”

Qrow took a long, deep breath through his nose and for the third time that night wondered if sobriety was worth it.

“No Winter, I’m dreaming about dancing with a giant bottle of malt liquor. Why?”

He felt her shift to face him. He didn’t dare look to check. Not when it could lead to… problems.

“I have to confess something,” she said. “And I’m not sure how you’ll take it.”

Considering my sister ran out on me and my whole family in the name of ‘survival’, I’d say my skin thickness level is about 9001+, so have at it Schnee.

That’s what he wanted to say. Instead he just went “go ahead.”

“I haven’t been…”

Winter paused. Qrow wished she’d just continue. The suspense was murder.

“I haven’t been feeling appreciated as of late. I guess it’s something like post-partum depression.”

“You’re not a mom.”

“I said something like post-partum depression. Whitley’s working to fix the company, Weiss is adventuring, my mother’s getting sober.”

No small feat, Qrow thought to himself.

“And here I am… the same as I ever was.”

“The whole ‘winter maiden’ thing isn’t exactly a day-ending-in-y thing for people.”

Winter hit him in the arm.

“You know what I mean. I mean I feel like I’m being left behind.”

Against his better judgement, Qrow turned so he was facing her in the bed.

“I think you might be rambling,” he said to her, “how does this tie back into not being honest with me?”

Winter’s eyes turned down and not for the first time that day, Qrow had thought that the bashful look suited her.

“I… didn’t sign us in as husband and wife to save on money,” she said, “I did it because…”

Well, now she was just trying to make him mad, pausing like that.

“I did it because I wanted… a bedmate.”

The moment the sentence ended, Qrow’s whole sensory input collapsed.

“You… what?”

Indignation flared on her face.

“Do I have to say it again? I said I wanted a bedmate. I’m…”

The indignation left, and with it, something else left. He knew what it was, but couldn’t put a name to it.

“I’m lonely.”

Lonely. the word struck a chord in Qrow that had more than once been played by death and abandonment.

She wasn’t the uptight Atlas Specialist anymore. Not with that expression. Not with her hair down. Not in the dark like this. Not to Qrow.

This was a Lonely young woman, who for so long had worried for her family while it was ruled by a callous and myopic man, who now freed found herself stuck in the role she’d always made for herself, while the rest of the people she knew went on to bigger and better things.

Against his better judgement (he should start keeping that phrase on standby), Qrow let his eyes wander down to her mouth.

Pastel pink, the color almost invisible against the fairness of her skin, small but full, and perfectly curved like the kind magazines preferred for selling lip balm.

God, why did it look so alluring?

“Would you like a kiss?”

Winter stared at him, wide eyed and sputtering at his words.

“What!?”

“A kiss,” Qrow repeated, “it doesn’t have to be anything special, just a kiss.”

When she didn’t respond right away, Qrow thought that would be the end of it.

That is, until Winter leaned and pressed her lips to his.

She wasn’t what he was expecting; he’d thought a soldier’s lips would be chapped and hard, but Winter’s were plush and velvety. He almost chased after her when she pulled away.

“That wasn’t bad,” she said. A pregnant pause.

“Maybe... just one more?”

This time, Qrow was the one who initiated. He leaned in and pressed his lips to her’s. This time, she hummed into the kiss, a sound that sent reverberations throughout his whole being. He couldn’t tell how long they stayed like that, or if he had felt her grab his arm, but when they pulled away they were both breathless.

“Wow...” was all he could rasp out.

“Just...”

Before he could say anything else, Winter dove against him in a deep and fevered kiss. Her tongue slid against his teeth, asking for entrance, and he granted it.

When Winter pulled away, to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, Qrow heard a rasping sound as his stubble rubbed against her cheek, and the sound she made…

He couldn’t take it.

Qrow wrapped his hands around her calves, sliding them up, up to her hips. Beneath that ancient nightgown, he could feel bare, toned thighs.

“Qrow...”

Her voice, the tone like a swoon...

Qrow flipped her over so he was over her, making sure to keep his weight on his legs.

“Tell me you want this,” he said, “or I won’t go any further. That’s the deal.”

The answer was Winter putting her hand behind his head and bringing him in for another kiss.

“If I didn’t, you’d be on the floor. Don’t tear my nightgown.”

Half an hour later, the nightgown was on the floor in a pile, but otherwise undamaged.

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drunkdragondoes · 4 years

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Day 7: Red – Passion, Desire, Love ~ Aggression, Danger, Blood

A quick look at their outfits would reveal sharp but ultimately blend-in colors. Winter’s whites and blues kept her unrecognizable from other military staff. Sometimes even the general had trouble spotting her. Qrow’s darker clothes looked like normal, everyday wear. If it wasn’t for the weapon hanging off his belt, he might have just looked like another civilian.

The two of them preferred it that way. It left the stand-out colors for their eyes only, after all.

His cape was red. Most people didn’t wear capes, anyway, but it was more often than not the first thing Winter saw of him. Spinning from a swing, or fluttering a bit in an errant gust, it was a part of him she had come to like.

(And in training when he took it off mid-match and threw it at her to conceal his winning blow, she was impressed, if not also annoyed by it. Perhaps this was why there were so many holes in it - it was as much of a weapon as it was an article of clothing.)

As for her, Qrow’s eyes often settled upon her red brooch. It was tiny in the sea of whites and blues of her outfit, but its brightness stood out among it all. On occasion, he swore that the light was just right, and its glint immediately pulled him to her. It was defiant - he had never seen Atlas personnel with such a prolific item upon their body. Everything that was unusual served a purpose in battle. This speck of red did not, and it said something about her that not everyone was privy to.

(And if he was honest, truly honest with it, the place she wore it was… well, generous of her. And if Winter ever caught him staring, she never said a word about it.)

When their relationship was announced it caught everyone by surprise, except for those who were already aware of it. There were little clues that the others could have picked up on, but they were subtle. A brief disappearance for an afternoon, a quick meal together, a late night at the headquarters, moments where the two were conspicuously unavailable. In hindsight, it was, perhaps, obvious. Hidden among the everyday were little bits and pieces that could lead to the conclusion they were at now.

Just like the reds of their clothes that drew them to the other, these little bits of passion bubbled beneath the surface, hidden away to all but themselves.

The two of them preferred it that way. It was as much a personal item as it was a piece for the other to love and dote upon.

A private heaven of their own.

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A/N: And we’re all done! As usual I was flying by the seat of my pants, but as soon as I sat down to write this bit, all I could think of were the red bits of what they wear and I just had to do it. I think this might actually be my favorite!

Anyway, hope you had a blast reading my pieces, and thank you very much for your notes likes and reblogs! I plan to upload these to my AO3 Qrowin week compilation, so if you want an easy place to view them all, sit tight and it’ll be up soon.

With that said, I would like to take a moment to plug my Qrowin Discord server!

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If you’re a discord user and you like Qrowin, then this server might be a great addition for you!

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raybyanothername · 5 years

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Qrowin Week - Contrasting

Qrowin Week Day 7 is Colors!

514 words of an interlude set during A Brawl in the Family.

-.-.-

It was startling to realize their colors were contrasting.

Everyone kept to a color scheme of sorts. Color was a big deal in Remnant - an expression of self according to her teachers back at Atlas Academy. Winter had a different take.

She'd been dressed in blues and whites her whole life - they were the colors of her family crest after all. She'd had little say in it. When she got to the academy, the uniforms were similarly colored. The uniforms in the military were even closer. An ice blue had replaced the navy and Winter found it suited her.

Qrow, however, had dressed in various shades of grey for the entirety of their acquaintance. A dusty old qrow indeed - it had only taken a few years for his hair to start mimicking that.

It was the red cape that did it. She hadn't thought about it till ahe'd seen Ruby's. Hers was bigger and longer than her uncle's. A true statement piece. Weiss had adopted Winter's color scheme long ago. Beside each other the two were near opposites - white and blue, black and red.

It stuck in her head. Even as they fought she found herself analyzing their forms. His primary weapon was his sword, same as hers, but thick where her's was thin, heavy where her's was light. She kept her posture stiff to control her tells, he slouched for much the same. Neither could predict the others movements more than one ot two attacks ahead.

"Hello again, Ice Queen." Qrow raised his hand to greet her, but didn't turn from the bar. Winter took a breath before walking over. He really did rile her, with little effort even.

"Qrow." Winter took the seat beside him. He raised a brow. The drink paused at his lips. "I've come to discuss something with you." He set the drink down. "I…came to a realization this afternoon. About us."

She had his full attention now. He was staring at her, one eye narrowed and one wide. "What…exactly…are you trying to say?"

Winter swallowed back her first, instinctive, response. Qrow's eyes flickered to her bobbing throat and then back up to her face. "I believe you can guess. You're not a complete idiot."

"Are you propositioning me Schnee?" Qrow's lips quirked up as Winter's cheeks flushed. "You are." Winter didn't speak, she merely stood, taking a single step closer.

Qrow straightened, tensed. He turned in his seat to face her fully - they were closer now then when they'd fought earlier.

"Tell me, Ice Queen, what brought on this realization?"

"Our colors," Winter spoke clearly, but quietly. Whispering in his ears, "They're opposites, and so are we."

Qrow's eyes looked her over, from toe to head. White and blue. He wore black and red, a little grey. Finally his eyes landed on hers. Red met blue again.

His lips pressed against hers roughly and she responded with nails dragging down his neck. There was nothing about their relationship that wasn't combative, that certainly wouldn't change, but…beds were cheaper to fix than city squares.

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ninavale · 5 years

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@qrowin-week Day 1: First....Meeting slight AU

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coconutttyy · 6 years

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Qrowin Week Day 6: (Police) AU aka Brooklyn Nine Nine

(This idea was so compelling that I had to attempt a comic for the first time)

Might do more of these, this was pretty fun!

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qrowin-week · 3 months

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magfairycircles · 10 months

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Qrowin Week: Love Language!!

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blueskyportrait · 10 months

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Qrowin Week 2023 Day 2: Love Language

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miscellaneous-fanfics · 6 years

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Day Two: (Myth)/Truth

Heyo! This is my first entry for Qrowin Week 2018. Hope you enjoy!

Background: This story takes place a couple months after the battle against Salem, the morning after Ren and Nora’s wedding. This is all hypothetical, and just my imagination of how things will work out in RWBY. Enjoy!

“I just hate that I’m preaching to her about communication and honesty in a relationship, when I haven’t even done that in ours.”

Winter awoke to the sun blinding her face. She moved her face away from the harmful rays and buried it behind Qrow’s body. They had ended last night in each other’s arms, but now the only thing entwined were their legs. Qrow began to stir as Winter wrapped her pale arms around him, taking in his presence.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Qrow mumbled as he too wrapped his arms around her.

Winter’s lips formed a smile as Qrow gently kissed her forehead. “Morning,” she mumbled back.

Qrow began rubbing circles on her back, and she slowly drifted away into her sea of thoughts. Married. Two of the young fighters that she and Qrow looked after and mentored had gotten married. Although, she wasn’t really surprised. The way they cared for each other, talked about one another, and even the way they looked at one another indicated that those two would always be together.

It was crazy how much her life had changed, from being a distinguished and renowned military officer, to a guardian helping to save the world. Ren and Nora had become practically family to Winter and Qrow, along with all the others. And now here she was, sleeping soundly with someone she used to despise. The world really was full of surprises.

Winter sighed and Qrow pulled her closer to him. He kissed her cheek several times, and began dotting her neck with them. Winter hummed in bliss, still not believing that all of this was real. Just as Qrow was about to kiss her lips, a timid knock came to the door.

“Ugh,” he groaned, and pressed his forehead onto hers.

Winter chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll get it,” she kissed Qrow’s lips once, “then I’m all yours.” They shared one last, gentle kiss, and Winter got out of bed. She stretched her arms above her and walked over to the bench where their clothes were strewn upon. She threw on a silk, purple robe and walked over to the door.

“Weiss!” she whispered in a state of shock. There her sister stood before her, tears streaming down her face and her eyes looking down on the floor, as if she were ashamed of something.

“Hi, I-I’m sorry to bother you, b-but, I didn’t know-,” her voice broke, “who to go to.”

Winter held her arms open and Weiss threw hers around her older sister. She held Weiss in her embrace and gently stroked her hair while she sobbed. After her sister started settling down, Winter pulled her face away from her chest, wiping the remaining tears away. “Weiss, what happened?”

“Um, well,” her face started turning red, “Jaune and I...last night...”

Winter instantly picked up on the situation. “Oh, Weiss. Come with me.”

Winter took her small hand and led her into the bathroom. Weiss sat down on the toilet cover shakily, looking relieved yet also frightened. Winter sat adjacent to her on the side of the bath and took hold of her hands.

“Before you tell me anything, I want to make sure you know that you did nothing wrong. You should never feel ashamed or guilty about this, ok?”

Weiss softly nodded her head but kept her gaze on the ground.

“Weiss, look me in the eye and tell me you understand.”

Weiss gripped Winter’s hands and looked up into her eyes. “I understand.”

Winter gave a small smile. “Ok,” she breathed out, “now tell me what happened.”

Weiss gave Winter the details of the intimate night between her and Jaune. They had been overly affectionate towards each other all evening due to the drinks they had had that night. They both had felt like they were ready. Jaune was super gentle and slow with her, always making sure she was ok and was approving of what they were doing. He had asked her multiple times if she was alright, if he was doing something wrong, if he was hurting her, and she had said that everything was great. But she lied.

“Winter,” a tear rolled down her cheek, “it...it really hurt.” Weiss hugged her shoulders.

“I know, it does the first couple of times,” she said with a slight frown. “With time, and with the right person though, you’ll start to become more comfortable.” A small hint of hope flashed across her sister’s face. “But if it continues to not be comfortable, you come to me and we’ll figure it out together. And only if you want to continue, ok?”

Weiss softly replied, “Okay,” and smiled at her sister.

“And you used the proper protection?”

“Of course,” Weiss said with sass. Winter was happy to see that her little sister was still there.

“Did you happen to tell Jaune any of this when you woke up?” Winter questioned.

Weiss opened her mouth and then buried her face in her hands. “Ugh, no. I didn’t.”

“Look at me Weiss,” Winter kneeled on the floor and became eye level with her. “Communication and honesty are key in any relationship, especially in dealing with something this personal and special.”

Weiss found Winter’s eyes again. “You need to tell him the truth. It is the only way for your love to grow. You need to grow both as individuals, and together.”

Winter looked out at the door leading back into the suite where her and Qrow were staying. “I learned that the hard way.” She looked back at her sister and they both smiled, understanding one another.

Winter got up and offered her hand, “C’mon.” They both started walking towards the door out of the suite. Before they reached it though, Weiss stopped, turned around, and threw her arms around her sister. “Thank you,” she said to Winter who wrapped her arms around her young sister’s form.

“Always.”

Weiss began walking out of the suite, throwing a quick “Bye, Qrow!” before heading back to her room.

“Hm? Bye,” Qrow mumbled. But Winter could tell he was faking not being awake.

“Qrow Branwen,” she said in a faux-shocked voice, “were you listening to our conversation?”

Qrow smirked. “Maybe.”

Winter picked up one of the pillows and smacked him on top of the head.

“Hey! Hey!” he said between laughter, “Listen, it’s hard not to when you two are right next door! And I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t have to kill the guy if he intentionally hurt her.”

Winter rolled her eyes but still smiled at him. Then she suddenly frowned.

“Woah, hey,” he cautiously said sitting up, “I didn’t mean to intrude on your private conversation between you and you’re sister. I’m sorry.”

Winter then frowned in confusion, but realized that he thought she was upset with him.

“What-oh no, baby, no,” she sat down on the bed with him, “I’m not mad, and neither is Weiss.”

Now it was Qrow’s turn to frown. “Then what’s on your mind, Ice Queen?” he said as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Winter smiled at the nickname that once used to enrage her.

“I just hate that I’m preaching to her about communication and honesty in a relationship, when I haven’t even done that in ours.”

Qrow looked at her confused. “What do you mean?”

“I lied...about my first time,” she sighed heavily. “It wasn’t with some random guy from the academy. It wasn’t even really a choice.”

“Wait,” Qrow said after some time had passed, “did he...?” He couldn’t even say the words. He couldn’t imagine the one he loved the most ever being in that kind of position.

Winter realized what he was insinuating, and looked back at him with wide eyes. “What? No! No, no, I didn’t,” she grabbed his hand, “and I would have told you.” Qrow let out a sigh of relief. “I meant, my first time was...arranged.”

“Arranged?” Qrow questioned, “Like, by your father?”

Winter closed her eyes and nodded.

“I didn’t think I could hate him even more, but he keeps proving me wrong.”

Winter kept her eyes closed and let a moment pass.

“His name was Hunter Redd.” She scoffed. “You’d think he’d be some prodigy of a fighter, with his literal name being ‘Hunter’. But the only thing he hunted was rich girls, with power and fame to their names.”

“So..you?”

“Mhm. My father and his were longtime business partners, even before he married my mom and took our name. When I was the heiress, he arranged for young, savvy boys to come over and ‘court’ me.”

Qrow raised his eyebrows. “Court you?”

“That’s what my father called it. But it really was just a bunch of conniving boys, trying to ‘make their mark’ on a Schnee. And one of those boys intended to quite literally make their mark.” She closed her eyes and revisited the moment in her head. “His dad and mine were so close to making a deal, one that would improve the Schnee Company ten-fold. At the same time, Mr. Redd’s son had apparently taken an ‘interest’ in me. My father saw this as an opportunity, and set up a date between us two. He told me to not mess anything up, and to persuade Hunter to convince his father to seal the deal by any means. During that time, I was still incredibly obedient to him. So, I did everything I was told. I obeyed. When I asked Hunter if he could convince his father to sign the contract, he said he would if I gave him an...incentive.”

Qrow was quiet for so long that Winter barely heard him mutter, “That piece of shit.” Another long pause. “Did he hurt you?”

“Well, yeah, but not deliberately. I didn’t want him to be scared away and thus have my father upset with me, so I didn’t tell him it was my first time.”

“Damn, Winter.”

She took his hand in hers. “I know, I’m so, so sorry I never told you the truth.”

“Winter,” he looked intently into her eyes, “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I just thought you’d think of me differently,” she started getting choked up. “And I don’t want you to-”

Qrow cupped her soft, porcelain face and kissed her. “I would never.”

Winter let out a small laugh and kissed him back, more deeply this time.

“Even though you weren’t my first,” Winter whispered after they took a breath, “you were the first person I did it with that I genuinely loved.”

Qrow felt his heart churn and smiled back at her. “C’mere,” he said gently to her.

And the two lovebirds stayed like that, letting their hands and lips do all of the talking that didn’t need to be said out loud.

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