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imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs · 3 years

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Qrowin Week 2021: 6/21-Childhood Friends AU

Two little snowbirds sitting in a row

They met in the garden at one of her father’s lavish parties. She’d gone outside because little girls didn’t like being told to sit still and not talk nor do anything fun, so she decided she didn’t care if the dress daddy bought her got messy, she’d go outside and spend time in the hedge maze.

They’d gotten it installed, in the shape of the Schnee family crest no less, because the Marigolds had one in the shape of their family crest and daddy could be silly about when people had things he didn’t.

The white roses that grew from the foliage walls, fragrant and delicate, were always calming to her, especially on a cool and cloudless night like this when the moonlight was at its brightest.

For Winter, to get lost in its lush corridors and marble statuary, it’s hidden gardens and fountains would be enough to get the annoyance of her father’s party out of her mind.

Most of that went out of her head when she found a grungy boy in a cape stuffing his face with what looked like a rabbit.

He stared at her, like an animal in a vehicle’s headlights, bits of his meal hanging from his mouth.

He couldn’t be older than her, gaunt with gunsmoke-colored hair stuck up at odd angles and eyes like carbuncles.

The clothes he wore were grubby and layered and obviously used long before he’d begun wearing them, especially that tattered cape.

For a moment, neither spoke, merely staring at one another in the moonlight.

Finally, Winter broke the silence.

“That’s disgusting.”

The boy dropped the rabbit from his mouth.

“Sorry if I’m not fancy enough for you, Miss Uppity.”

Winter felt her cheeks heat with indignation.

“How dare you!”

The boy threw back his head and laughed, a sound that reminded Winter of a pair of birds she’d once heard fighting in the yard.

“Is that all it takes to get under that pale skin!” he laughed, a sound which soon died in his throat when his stomach made a loud groan.

Winter huffed as he reached for the dead rabbit.

“Wait here and don’t touch that,” she said, turning on her heel.

She returned with two plates piled high with hors d'oeuvres.

“I didn’t know what you liked,” she said, handing him one, “so I got you one of everything.”

The boy said nothing, just shoveling food into his mouth in a way that probably promoted choking.

“You’re welcome,” Winter said, sitting down and spearing a piece of salmon on a toothpick to eat.

The boy coughed, pounding his chest.

“You shouldn’t eat so fast,” Winter said, “you’ll get sick.”

“Well, some of us don’t know when our next meal is gonna be,” he said.

His words brought back to Winter the memory of her father sending her to bed with no supper when he found she’d invited a faunus over to play, with threats of no breakfast if she didn’t break it off with the girl tomorrow.

“You might be surprised,” Winter said.

The boy said something through a mouthful of hummace.

“What was that?” Winter asked.

The boy swallowed.

“I’m Qrow,” he said.

Winter smiled.

“I’m Winter.”

One named Winter

She saw him on days when it wasn’t raining or snowing after that. The family he lived with (his “Tribe” as he called them) were camped out in the woods behind their house, the ones nobody would let daddy cut down.

At night, he told her, they danced and played instruments and drank until the early hours of the morning.

Winter never really cared for people who drank (her mother’s growing dependence on liquor was a factor in this) but Qrow never really showed up smelling like wine, so she supposed associating with him was no trouble.

It was also refreshing that he never stood on ceremony.

He never rolled his eyes at her when she spoke of wanting to learn fencing or told her how things were supposed to be when she complained about how someone (usually daddy) was being unfair.

He also taught her new games that were much more fun than anything that the boys and girls daddy introduced her knew.

Kick the can, stickball, and he played hide and seek and tag with her. And he’d tell her all about the places he’d been. Mistral, Vacuo, Menagerie, his tribe had traveled all over Remnant.

And while he could be crass, she still remembered seeing the way he rescued a baby bird from a stray cat and returning it to its nest with the tenderest care.

Or how when she complained of how her father was so bossy and so dumb, that he listened. Didn’t judge, didn’t criticize, just listen.

And sometimes, it was enough to know that they’d meet once a week, at night, in the hedge maze.

One named Qrow

She wasn’t what he expected.

Sure, she told him annoying things like “don’t slouch, eat slower, no burping, don’t pull up the flowers—no! I don’t need them, put them back!”

But she never called him weak. She never said he should practice more like his sister did.

Winter gave him food, and listened to his stories and ideas, and never asked if he wanted to fight. Sometimes, they would even just sit together.

She even taught him how to read; starting with big letters scratched in the dirt with a stick, before lending him books that they could read together.

Mr. Bruin is a Shoe-in was the first he read all by himself. And he was so happy when she let him keep it afterwards.

And she never told him to stop being so dumb, like his sister did.

And sometimes, it was enough to know that they’d meet once a week, at night, in the hedge maze.

Fly away, Winter!

Their shouts bring the servants running. All they saw was Winter on her knees, face in her hands as she wept piteously.

If only they’d come a few minutes earlier, then they could have seen the argument in all it’s glory. Voices rough from the volume and occasionally cracking, tears streaming down their faces, they weren’t that little boy and girl anymore.

He’d grown lanky and lean, she taller and with longer hair.

But they didn’t care right then.

She’d told him she was joining the military.

He said his tribe would be moving and asked if she wanted to join them instead of some stupid army.

She said it was a noble profession.

He said only for assholes.

She defended her position.

He reiterated his opinion.

She shouted at him, asking why couldn’t he be happy for her.

He shouted at her what would be wrong with going with him.

She said something about duty.

He told her to shut up, that he didn’t want to hear duty again in his whole life.

She told him that if he was going to act like a filthy little boy, then he could go off and sulk like one.

He said he wished he’d never met her and hoped she enjoyed killing people.

Arguments like that, they learned, ended with no winners.

Fly away, Qrow!

That was the end of the time Qrow considered himself happy. Life seemed to plan for him a long drawn out death, bracketed with disappointments and tragedy’s.

Transformation

The death of friends.

The death of family.

The horrors of war.

Secrets and betrayal.

Abandonment.

And the drink

So, so much to drink.

It didn’t fix anything. It didn’t make him feel more human. But it kept the nightmares at bay. It kept him as a predictable disappointment rather than an out-of-the-blue-never-seen-that-kind-of-train-wreck-before disappointment.

But the worst part of the drink, thought, was that no matter how many shots he took, no matter how many chasers. Black liquor, brown liquor, red wine, white wine, it didn’t matter. Melancholy brought back visions of that girl from that time he had been happy.

Come back, Winter!

First impressions had never come easy to Qrow. So really, it should be no surprise that impression number 15 the horrible sequel nobody wanted or needed.

But really, denying common sense by chucking an empty whisky bottle at James Ironwood’s head was not only pointless, it was utterly puerile. He was drunk. He was upset that his latest search for intel on Salem had turned up next to nothing, he was itching for a fight and if that pompous wannabe hero wanted to take it up with him, that was fine.

Except he hadn’t expected the woman by his side to turn out to be someone familiar. Someone he hadn’t seen since he was a dumb, romantic, fifteen-year-old kid.

Someone whose reappearance upset his stomach enough that he emptied it onto the general’s uniform and shoes. With enough force to make his eyes water.

The woman in the Atlesian uniform said she would take care of him and asked another girl, another white haired girl, where their room was.

As they walked towards Beacon, he thought he heard her say “Qrow Branwen, what has the world done to you?”

Come back, Qrow!

Qrow awoke to a cold rag on his forehead.

“Lie still,” she said, “I think you got a hold of some rockgut.”

“More like rockgut got a hold of me.”

Qrow’s attempt at humor was met with a scowl.

“Gee, you got frosty.”

“And you became an alcoholic,” she said, wringing out the cloth into a nearby basin.

Qrow looked away from her and to the wall, as if a better retort than her’s existed there.

“It eases the pain,” he said.

“No it doesn’t,” Winter said. She threw the rag into the basin, causing the water to splash.

“Qrow, my mother is an alcoholic. It doesn’t fix anything! It just makes you want more of what’s essentially fermented grass!”

“You don’t think I know that!” Qrow snapped. Tears pricked at his eyes and his heart sank when he saw the hurt in her eyes from his tone, something he hadn’t seen there since their last meeting.

“There are nights when no matter how much I drink, I still can’t forget the loss of all the people around me and how--”

He paused and swallowed.

“How everyone is just one day going to leave me!”

Tears were starting to fall as all the regrets he’d kept at bay with drink and fighting and everythng else he could find came rushing back into him and coiling around his lungs.

“I’m bad luck, Winter,” he said, “I lost my sister, my tribe, I lost the people I care about, and every day, it’s missions, missions, and missions to find an enemy I don’t even know exists.”

His shoulders were shaking and he remembered his sister, back when they were little, telling him how ‘boys don’t cry.’

God, Winter must think he’s so pathetic.

Instead, she took him by the shoulders and gently brought him into her embrace.

“It’s alright,” she said, “just let it out. Get it all out.”

Not knowing what else to do, Qrow gripped the back of her uniform and sobbed into her shoulder, years’ worth of pain and loneliness deep inside him rising to the surface and finally escaping. And the pressure went with it.

At some point, they ended up lying together on the bed (wait, were they in a bunk bed?), still in each other’s arms.

“We all have regrets,” Winter said, “things we said. Things we wish we could take back.”

Her hand tightens on his shirt and his hand closes around it.

“But, if you really want to know, if I could do it over...”

Please say it, he wanted to think, but every time he had thoughts like that, life saw fit to swat him down again.

“I would go with you. Even if after the first day, I went back home, I think I would go with you.”

Qrow felt his heart swell and suddenly, he didn’t feel so sick anymore.

“And... if you wanted to start over... I would like that too.”

“I still have Mr. Bruin,” Qrow said.

He didn’t know why he said that. She never asked about the book, never said “Qrow, what kind of literature do you normally read?”

Whatever the reason, Winter looked up at him, shocked.

“Still? I thought you would’ve thrown that away.”

Qrow looked down at her, eyes glassy.

“I tried a few times. But I just couldn’t get rid of something that reminded me of you. It’s missing the page where Mr. Bruin loses his boot, but I tried to keep it safe.”

Winter’s hand rises to his cheek and Qrow leans into it, the human contact easing the hole in his soul he’s tried to fill with booze.

“I’m sorry I didn’t turn out as someone you could be proud of.”

“The fact that you kept that book tells me everything I need to know.”

Later that night, Winter’s sister and Qrow’s niece would get the shock of their lives when they enetered their room and saw the two of them sleeping on Weiss’s bed together.

#My Writing #RWBY #qrowin week 2021 #qrowinfest #qrowin #qrowinweek #Childhood friend AU #AU #Qrow Branwen #Winter Schnee

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appleseverywhere · 3 years

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Qrowin Weekend 2020 - Celebration & Denial

Cariñosa

There was always something beguiling about the eve of Fiestas.

Whether it was the music ringing across the ballroom, the bright candles and decor that brought life to their manor, or the aromatic scent of exquisite food wafting in the air, Winter didn't know. Whatever it might have been, it was the one thing that consistently managed to convince her attendance.

She was never particularly fond of the feast, nor did she like how the room grew crowded quickly as hundreds of guests piled inside. She especially disliked having to keep up with numerous nonsensical conversations that led nowhere near things she preferred to discuss. They reminded her too much of her father's own functions, ones that were focused on business, dedicated to selling herself and her sister off to eligible bachelors of the high-class.

Still, she supposed these were different.

Despite the multiple inconveniences, she preferred it over anything else. It was a day where her father could not pose anything on her or Weiss. Any form of business or political arrangements were prohibited and if there were to ensue would be declared null and void. The thought of it being a night free of the family name's shackles brought her a sense of relief.

Festivals have always been a part of Remnant's tradition; a time of celebration that each kingdom observed for centuries. Though they practiced it differently, borders remained open to visitors who would want to witness different customs first hand. As the most elite family in Atlas, the Schnee estate, with its impressive size and architecture, was often the venue for the final nights of the festivities.

Being a member of the host family was a nuisance to some extent, but she wouldn't allow it to ruin the festive mood. Her appearances had always been rare, save for year-ends, which led for many to attempt a little chat, much to her chagrin. That didn't mean she wouldn't try to slip away when the opportunity presented itself.

She would try to revel in the celebration at the very least, considering that she'd already gone through the unnecessary lengths to be there. It had baffled her that although she manifested great displeasure for gatherings, something compelled her to be present.

But perhaps tonight, she'd find out why.

"Quite a surprise to see you here, Señorita Schnee."

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Make sure to read the rest of the story in the links below! For FF.net For Ao3

Hope you all enjoy!!

#Qrowinfest2020 #Qrowinfest #Qrowin #Winter Schnee #Qrow Branwen #RWBY #RWBY qrowin #RWBY snowbird #writing #fanfiction #rwby fanfiction

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ambertsart · 4 years

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ITS QROWIN FEST Y'ALL!! Day 1 - Harmony - Loyalty - Trust or Sorrow - Depression - Cold

I love drawing Qrow and Winter and I absolutely cant wait for the rest of this week! I’m so pumped!

#qrowinweek2019 #qrowinfest #snowbird #qrow branwen #winter schnee #rwby #rwbyfanart #myart #ambertsart

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raybyanothername · 4 years

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Chapters: 3/9 Fandom: RWBY Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Qrow Branwen/Winter Schnee Characters: Qrow Branwen, Winter Schnee, Raven Branwen, Willow Schnee Additional Tags: Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Domestic Violence Summary:

Drabbles for Qrowin Fest 2019!

Moments from the lives of Qrow Branwen and Winter Schnee, each inspired by a different color/corresponding emotion.

Yellow/Hope

It was very difficult to picture anyone hurting Taiyang. He smiled openly. He laughed freely. He would sling an arm around Qrow's shoulder and pull him closer when he thought Qrow was upset.

Qrow still didn't know what tipped Tai off, but he was batting a thousand so far. It was annoying, and frustrating. But…

"Okay! Hit me with your best shot!" Tai bounced from foot to to, arms wide and fingers loose. Qrow raised an eyebrow, and his rifle. When the bullet slammed into Tai's aura it sent a ripple through the yellow glow.

Tai's eyes flashed red for the briefest of moments. When it flashed away, Tai cheered. His arms went high into the air. Qrow chuckled.

"Most people don't get excited when their aura fails…" Arow drawled as he walked across the fighting ring.

His blond teammate just grinned. "I'm not most people." The cheering continued and Tai hooked an arm around Qrow's neck, "Let's get lunch!"

Tai settled more of his weight on Qrow as they walked towards the cafeteria. Qrow whined the whole way.

But Tai kept on smiling.

-.-.-

Weiss was born in the morning. She'd been little more than squalling mess wrapped in a pale blue blanket. Klaus fluttered about her, quieting her with ease before setting the newborn in a bassinet beside Willow's bed.

The Schnee heiress had never been paler. Winter worried her bottom lip between her teeth as Willow sat up. Jaques looked over her with a wrinkled nose before stepping up to the bassinet.

"Another girl." Jacques scoffed and stalked from the room. Willow didn't even flinch. She slipped back against her pillows. Klaus appeared at her side to pull the blankets tight around her side.

"Not to worry, madame," Klaus whispered with a smile, "I'll look after the baby, you just rest."

Winter hears her mother speak, mumbled gratitude that is muffled by fabric and by distance. Once Klaus has left the room, feet quiet on the squeaky floor, Winter slips from her hiding spot in the closet.

She rests her arms on the edge of the bassinet as she stares down at her new little sister. Her skin is pale, but a red blush is brushed across her cheeks and her nose like paint across a blank canvas. Tuffs of white hair curled around the top of her head, too short to be anything but a tangled nest.

"Hello, little sister," Winter whispered, ducking her head low to keep from waking her mother. "I'm Winter."

Weiss opened her eyes, blinking blurry eyes up at her sister. She didn't scream or cry. She just started up at Winter, eyes wide with wonder.

The sun streamed through the window, casting a yellow glow over the pair of sisters. Winter smiled as Weiss wiggled about, swaddled tight so she couldn't get her arms out.

"Don't worry," Winter whispered as she lay a hand over Weiss's tiny body. The baby stilled, "I'm here for you."

#qrowin #qrowinfest #snowbird #ray writes #fanfiction #fanfic

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theresivy · 5 years

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This is the first thing that came to mind when I saw the prompt for Day 1

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i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate · 5 years

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Qrowin Week Bonus Day: Gingerbread Cookies

Sooo... I wrote this when I was exhausted last night (seems to be a trend, yeah?) But I hope people still enjoy it. These two need to get married, please.

He woke to a pale, quiet light. One he hadn’t seen before, not since Atlas. He tried to shut out the light, rolling over in his warm bed, pulling the blankets tightly under his chin. Soft footsteps came around his side of the bed, bare feet on hardwood. He didn’t open his eyes. A gentle hand brushed through his dark hair.

“Good morning,” she whispered, leaning over to kiss his forehead. Qrow woke to the face of an angel. Winter’s hair, and the light from the season’s first snow, framed her pretty face like a white halo. She smiled, and there was peace in her eyes like he hadn’t seen since the day they had been married. His rough hand gently grasped her calloused one, and he pressed a kiss to her wrist.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he murmured against her skin. She breathed out contented sigh before gesturing out the window with her free hand.

“You should get up. I could use some help getting the house warmed up this morning and making breakfast.”

It was the first morning together in a real house. After they had been married, close to a year ago, things had been busy. They stayed in their little apartment when they could, but Qrow was often away on missions with Oscar, and Winter was extremely busy with work. When things finally settled down they both agreed they wanted to be somewhere quiet. Winter was transferred to a small military base in Vale, as Colonel. She would be in charge of the operations at the base. Qrow, on the other hand, would be going back to teaching. Thankfully, however, they had been given a few days to settle in at their new home in Patch, not far from Tai’s place.

Their house was small, but Qrow didn’t mind, and Winter seemed to appreciate it. He wondered, sometimes, if she had been turned off to the whole ‘enormous house’ thing by her father and the way he treated wealth.

Once Qrow was finally up and dressed, he found Winter in the living room, already starting a fire in their little woodstove. “What’s on the agenda for today?” He asked, crossing his arms, and glancing over to where a stack of boxes still stood next to the sofa.

“We need to finish unpacking,” Winter said. She had her all-work and no-play expression firmly plastered on her face.

“I could think of a few more exciting things to be doing with our free time than unpacking,” Qrow frowned, glancing towards the bedroom. Winter let out a sigh as if he had said something totally childish.

“We have way too much to do: unpack, and then we have to begin preparing for the holidays, and don’t you have to create a lesson plan…” she trailed off, and narrowed her eyes, “I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”

“Hmm?” Qrow asked, letting a small smile touch his lips. Yes. You are.

“Colonel-izing our life,” she let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry, Qrow…” she trailed off again gently reaching out to take his hand. He entwined her fingers with hers, and grinned.

“You need to relax a little, Ice Queen. It’s our first day in the new place. We should do something fun. Hey, you wanted to get ready for the holidays?”

“Well… we don’t have to… we could…”

“Let’s make something!”

“Make something? As in… in the kitchen?” Winter frowned. Winter was a terrible cook. Qrow had learned that once the hard way. He laughed,

“Don’t worry. I’ll do the baking, and you can do the decorating.”

“Somehow, I find it hard to imagine you baking,” Winter smiled. He felt himself melt a little. Her smile was so beautiful. He couldn’t help himself when it appeared. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her mouth, drawing it out, pulling her close. When he pulled away her smile was broader, and she leaned in close.

“So, Branwen, what are we making?”

“Well, Colonel, I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

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20 gingerbread cookies, different shapes and sizes, all lined up on the cooling rack. Winter eyed them as if she were inspecting evidence or weapons. She carefully checked them for burns, for imperfections, but found none. Qrow watched her as he finished the frosting. He hadn’t ever been a bad cook before, but had never really mastered the art. Once he married Winter though, he’d really had no choice.

“Frosting done! Aaanddd… I might have some chocolate chips around here somewhere.”

“We need gumdrops,” Winter sighed.

“Chocolate chips,” Qrow pulled out a half-empty bag, “Will have to do!” They decorated together, drawing little lines across their gingerbread, sprinkling sugar for a little sparkle, and carefully placing several chocolate chips across their designs. Winter even laughed once or twice at Qrow’s creations, and he relished the sound. Winter leaned over once, towards the end of their decorating fiasco—sugar littered the counter, and stray frosting drops clung to the wires of the cooling rack—as she leaned over she accidentally dripped frosting on Qrow’s sleeve.

“Hey!” He laughed, glancing over to her.

“Oh!” Before she could say anything else, he scooped up some frosting with his finger and pressed it to her nose. She blinked and then glared. “Qrow!”

“Aw, Ice Queen, you’re adorable,” he leaned in with a satisfying smirk and kissed it away. For a moment Winter’s expression was unreadable. Then she narrowed her eyes, he could see an idea forming in her head. With torturously slow movements she scooped up a dab of frosting with her own finger. Qrow was sure it would land in his hair, or against his cheek. Instead, Colonel Winter Branwen pressed the frosting against her lips, daring him, challenging him, waiting… Can’t leave her waiting.

She smirked when he leaned in, pulling her to him with one hand, by her hip. This was exactly what she wanted. He couldn’t say no to her. Oh I’m gonna kiss her. He leaned in, gentle at first, kissing away the frosting, and then kissing her until she was flushed. He kissed her until her hair was disheveled, until her shirt was discarded. He kissed her until they were back in the bedroom at last.

#qrowin #qrowinweek2018 #qrowinfest #qrow branwen #winter schnee #winter x qrow #qrow x winter #crowflake #rwby #snowbirds #iwritefanfictiontoprocrastinate #myfic

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drunkdragondoes · 5 years

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Qrowinfest, Day 6: Blizzard

By the time Winter finally shooed Qrow off of her lap, the snow had nearly covered up his jacket outside. A quick dash in and out was able to salvage it, however, and she brushed off the snow that had built up on it. As she reached for the door handle, though, she felt herself pause and look at the weather. A few more degrees colder, and it would have been just like Atlas.

For better or for worse.

When she entered back into the house, she recalled how easy it was for Qrow to see that her demeanor had changed just the slightest. He once described to her that when she was feeling upset or contemplative, her forehead would crease just the slightest and she had a habit of crossing her arms.

Looking down at herself, her arms had indeed crossed themselves, and she huffed. Tai had called them all into the dining room for the next meal (a smaller course compared to the big dinner prior, thank goodness), but the moment Qrow locked eyes with her he had already seen the shift.

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“Hey.”

The wind howled outside the four corners of the guest bedroom. And while Winter wouldn’t blame them for keeping her awake, she found herself listening to the gale.

“I know you’re awake.”

She was tempted to keep her eyes shut and turn over, but Qrow would keep talking until she made some kind of response. He knew that she wasn’t asleep yet because he stated that she had the habit of stealing the blanket while sleeping.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Finally, she sighed, and it felt louder than any storm would ever bring up. “Honestly, there’s not much left to say that hasn’t been said.”

“...Dad stuff?”

“I’m long done with him. It’s… Atlas stuff, actually.” She finally turned herself towards him, digging herself deep into his shoulder. “I saw the snow and… for a moment, well…”

“Right, sorry.”

“Don’t be.” She blinked a few times. “It was the right thing to do in the end.”

“Did Jimmy give you any update on the appeal? Or anything from Whitley?”

She took a deep breath. “He… He said that he’s been following up but the contact hasn’t responded in some time. And Whitley said that Father had some friends in the right places, so...”

His arm wound tightly around her, and she let herself relish the contact. “You might be considered a disgrace over there, but that means nothing here.”

She still remembered the day she did it. News of her more overt involvement with Qrow and, by proxy, Ozpin had started to spread to the wrong channels. And soon, someone had reached out to her father and convinced him to side with Salem. Winter didn’t believe in magic until then, and by the time she found it, she knew what had to be done. For herself, for Weiss, even Whitley.

As she fled from Atlas, memories of blood still fresh on her mind, all she could think of was the snow from the blizzard they ran through. It was all Qrow told her to focus on. Think of the snow - not of its harsh and abrasive nature, but of its beauty and purity.

With some quick thinking and pulling strings with the Belladonna family, she was able to escape from Atlas. A public statement was made by the White Fang on behalf of Menagerie, acknowledging that while they did not condone patricide, they recognized that she had brought down a longtime oppressor and granted her asylum.

But Atlas? It was a land that she might never set foot in again for some time.

At least she didn’t start crying this time, and having Qrow nearby helped.

#rwby #qrowin #qrowinfest #qrow branwen #winter schnee #writing #fanfiction #prompt #now it's winter's turn for sadface

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nutslovesdolts · 5 years

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Qrowin Week 5 (Joke Post)

OK I HAD THIS IN MY HEAD THE SECOND I SAW IT AND HAD TO DO SOMETHING EVEN IF ITS BAD, also

Preface: Qrow and Winter were on a date at Qrow’s place in Atlas during a storm, Qrow gets taken over by... I don’t know the ghost of Dean Martian and starts singing

Blizzard but not really

After a long evening of spending time together

That was a really great night Qrow, she said with a slightly friendly tone, but I have to be going, I have a meeting in the morning and refuse to be late.

Oh? With that storm raging outside? You may be from Atlas Ice Queen, but I don’t think even YOU should be going out in that. Qrow goes stiff for a moment before approaching Winter as an old style song start playing.

Winter: I really can't stay 🎵

Qrow: but Winter, it's cold outside 🎵

Winter: I've got to go away 🎵

Qrow: but Winter, it's cold outside 🎵

Winter: This evening has been 🎵

Qrow: been hoping that you'd drop in 🎵

Winter: So very nice 🎵

Qrow: i'll hold your hands, they're just like ice 🎵

Winter: My soldiers will start to worry 🎵

Qrow: beautiful what's your hurry? 🎵

Winter: Ironwood will be pacing the floor 🎵

Qrow: listen to the fireplace roar 🎵

Winter: So really I'd better scurry 🎵

Qrow: beautiful please don't hurry 🎵

Winter: But maybe just a half a drink more 🎵 (but not from that flask Qrow, that stuff could kill a bear)

Qrow: put some songs from you’re scroll on while I pour 🎵

Winter: The neighbors might think 🎵

Qrow: Winter, it's bad out there 🎵 (they hate me anyways heh)

Winter: Say what's in this drink? 🎵

Qrow: no cabs to be had out there 🎵 (also 99 proof, that stuff is the best)

Winter: I wish I knew how 🎵

Qrow: your eyes are like starlight now 🎵

Winter: To break this spell 🎵

Qrow: i'll take your… Gloves? your hair looks swell 🎵

Winter: I ought to say, no, no, no sir 🎵

Qrow: mind if I move in closer? 🎵

Winter: At least I'm gonna say that I tried 🎵

Qrow: what's the sense in hurtin' my... pride? 🎵( I don’t really have any to begin with)

Winter: I really can't stay 🎵

Qrow: oh Winter don't hold out 🎵

But Winter, it's cold outside 🎵

Winter: I simply must go 🎵

Qrow: but Winter, it's cold outside 🎵

Winter: The answer is no 🎵

Qrow: but Winter, it's cold outside 🎵

Winter: Your.. demeanor? has been 🎵..

Qrow: how lucky that you dropped in 🎵

Winter: So nice and warm 🎵(for once in your life)

Qrow: look out the window at this dawn 🎵

Winter: My sister will be suspicious 🎵 (she may become Ruby’s aunt too…)

Qrow: gosh your lips look delicious 🎵

Winter: My Pilot will be… wait what?

Qrow: waves upon the tropical shore 🎵

Winter: no no, What are we even doing?

Qrow: gosh your lips are delicious 🎵

Winter: You said that a second ago Qrow what is even happening right now?

Qrow: never such a blizzard before 🎵

Winter: Qrow I live in the Polar region Yes there had been

Qrow: but Winter, you'd freeze out there 🎵

Winter: Say lend me a coat 🎵, wait, no I don’t want to know where it’s been

Qrow: it's up to your knees out there 🎵

Winter: Why are you still singing? Where is the music even coming from?! Why do I want to sing

Qrow: i thrill when you touch my hand 🎵

Winter: QROW!! Of screw it never mind 🎵 (Questions are useless with this man sometimes)

Qrow: how can you do this thing to me? 🎵

Winter: There's bound to be talk tomorrow 🎵

Qrow: think of my lifelong sorrow 🎵

Winter: At least there will be plenty implied 🎵

Qrow: if you got pneumonia and died? 🎵

Winter: I really can't stay 🎵 (but I will)

Qrow: get over that old out 🎵

Winter, it's cold 🎵

Winter, it's cold outside 🎵

*Sexually charged jazz hands by Qrow* (dear god someone Draw that)

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Winter smugly: I didn’t know you could sing

Qrow with a horrified look: THAT WASN'T ME, I couldn’t stop!!

Winter: sure you couldn’t, she said grabbing his collar and dragging him up the stairs, Come on, you wanted this, show me what you've got, also give me more of that drink, I may want to forget everything later

Qrow: NO NO IT WASN’T ME, WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING, HOW WOULD THIS MAKE YOU GO ALONG WITH THIS, I mean i'm not complaining, BUT I THINK THIS COULD BE A SERIOUS PROBLEM!!

Winter dragging him into the bedroom and closing the door: warm me up

Winter closed the door

Muffled Qrow: HHHHEEEELLlllpp…. (sound of feminine shirt ripping)... Never mind... i’m ok with this

#qrowin #qrowinweek #qrowinweek2018 #qrow branwen #rwby qrow #qrowinfest #rwby #baby its cold outside #snowbird #snowbirds #this took more time then I wanted it to #dean martian #winter schnee #winterbird #winter #help me #this ship will end me tomorow #pls

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Two weeks!

Two more weeks until Friday the 13th: Qrowin fest!

#rwby #qrow branwen #winter schnee #qrowin #snowbird #rwby snowbird #rwby qrowin #qrowinfest 2023

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qrowin-week · 7 months

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4 Days away

Get ready for Qrowin Fest

Use the hashtag #Qrowinfest2023 on Friday the 13th

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qrowin-week · 8 months

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Qrowinfest questionnaire now closed

Thank you everyone for taking the time to vote for the next promo poster. You shall be seeing the results very soon! Remember to spread the word for this upcoming fest on Friday the 13th of October!

-Bluesky

#rwby #qrow branwen #winter schnee #qrowin #snowbird #rwby snowbird #rwby qrowin #qrow x winter #qrowinfest 2023

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Qrowin Week 2021: 6/22-Truth or Dare

That really was the craziest game of truth or dare ever.

Namely because the kids had coerced them into it

Of course, when Winter had picked “Dare” and Yang had told her to “chug a whole case of whiskey and a six pack of beers, Qrow had thought his fellow chaperone would have declared the night over.

Instead, he had to be the responsible one and tell the kids to behave themselves while he drove the stone drunk Winter home.

Who was staring at him from the passenger seat with big glassy eyes. It was starting to give him serial killer vibes, in all honesty.

“”What’s with the look?” he asked.

“Wanna play truth or dare,” Winter asked.

“I Pick truth.” Qrow said. Hopefully, he could dare her to fall asleep.

“Do you want to be my new daddy,” Winter said.

“What?”

Qrow’s surprise led him to nearly run into another late night driver.

“My old daddy is evil,” Winter said, blissfully unaware of the fact that they’s nearly smashed into the guardrail, “So I want you to be my new daddy.”

“Duly noted,” Qrow said, ignoring the sweaty images that came to mind and pulling up to the intercom of the Schnee manor front gates.

Rolling down the window, Qrow pressed the intercom button and hoped someone was still awake.

Sure enough, Klein’s voice filtered through the static.

“Yes?”

“It’s Qrow. I’m bringing Winter here for the night. She’s drunk.”

A pregnant pause on the intercom. Then.

“Why is Miss Winter drunk?”

“Truth or Dare,” Qrow answered simply.

“Dare!” Winter said. Qrow rolled his eyes.

“I dare you to go to sleep,” Qrow said. Winter scowled.

“And I dare you to carry me out!” she said.

Qrow gripped the steering wheel in annoyance.

“Klein, you have to let us in!”

The butler didn’t answer, but the gates swung open, allowing them entry. Qrow pulled his car in and parked by a large topiary of a dog.

Getting Winter out of the car was more than a chore than he cared for. As he was quickly realizing, a drunk Winter was a petulant Winter

“Is this our new house?” she slurred.

“No,” Qrow said, “it’s your house.”

“You’re silly,” she said “I don’t have a house. I have an apartment.”

“Well, I don’t know where your apartment is, so we’re spending the night here.”

Dear god, he’d just used “we’re” instead of “you’re”.

Qrow cursed as he tried and failed to turn the manor’s ornate front door’s knob with Winter in his arms.

“Hey Qrow. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Winter scowled.

“You’re no fun!”

“I picked Truth! Ask your damn question!”

“Are we married?”

“No.”

“Then why you carrying me?”

“Because you’re drunk!”

It was at that moment, Klein opened the door.

Getting Winter up the stairs to the guest room was it’s own set of crazy. She wouldn’t stop acting like dead weight, she wouldn’t stop hanging from him like a spider monkey, and she wouldn’t. Stop. Hitting on him! It was getting weird!

Finally, they made it to guest room.

“Ok, time for bed,” he said, dropping Winter on the couch in the room. Or trying to, since she hung onto his neck with all the grace of an orangutan.

“Noooooo,” she said, “we’re married. I wanna sleep w’ you!”

She pulled him down and left a big sloppy kiss on Qrow’s cheek.

“We’re not married,” Qrow said, untangling her arms from around his neck.

Winter started to sniffle.

“Are you divorcing me?”

“He’ll come back to visit you tomorrow!” Klein said, bringing a blanket with rubber duck print and draping it over her. Winter pulled the blanet up to her chin so that only her eyes were visible. The jolly rubber duckies on it made her look more like a child than a grown woman.

“Promis?” she asked. She then hiccuped.

Qrow sighed. Might as well ride this out.

“I promise.” he said.

#My Writing #Qrowin #qrowinfest #qrowinweek #qrowin week 2021 #Qrowinweek2021 #Truth or Dare #qrowin week

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qrowin-week · 3 years

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Happy New Year!

While the raffle was cancelled for this year’s Qrowin Fest, I still wanted to commission Xenosha, @th-xeno, a Qrowin piece and share it with the Qrowin community. Thank you so much for your hard work, Xenosha! From me to you, I wish you all a safe and happy New Year.

- Bea

#qrowin #rwby qrowin #rwby snowbird #rwby #qrow branwen #winter schnee #qrowinfest #qrowin fest #qrowin week #please check out xenosha if you're looking to commission someone as they are very talented

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Qrowin Week 2021: 6/20-Did I Make It?

Qrow’s lungs felt like they were shaking when he bolted upright.

“Did I make it?” he rasped, still not entirely sure where he was.

“Easy,” someone to his right said. It was a woman in a white coat with platinum blonde hair. White coat?

Qrow looked around.

“I’m in a hospital.” he said, taking in the bleached walls and linoleum floors. He reached up to disconnect the tube that was running down from his nose, only for the woman in white to slap his hand away.

“You were in an accident,” she said, pulling out a penlight from her pocket and shining it into his eyes to check pupil dilation. Well, at least he knew she was a doctor and not some itinerant crazy person who went into hospitals and slapped peoples’ hands.

“You should see the other guy,” Qrow said.

The doctor pursed her lips at him in a way that reminded Qrow distinctly of annoyed teacher.

“The ‘other guy’ is in traction. And needs a skin graft.”

“He tried to stick a needle in my niece and has the audacity to drive a pinto.”

The woman stared at him.

“You ran him off the road!?”

“What makes you say that?”

“His car was totaled. And on fire. You wouldn’t have known what kind it was unless you’d seen it before.”

Qrow rolled his eyes.

“Don’t get moral with me, lady,” he said, “if you saw what this guy did…”

“Save it!” the woman said, holding up her hand. She turned on her heel.

“I’ll make sure to send the most underqualified male nurse in to take your temperature. With a rectal thermometer.”

“I don’t have a temperature,” Qrow said as the woman slammed the door behind her.

Qrow huffed and fell back onto the bed. Hopefully, he’d be out of here by tomorrow, so he wouldn’t have to stare at the bland as balls ceiling tiles.

“Hey, Uncle Qrow.”

Qrow lowered his eyes from the ceiling to the door, where his niece stood leaning against the frame, a plastic bag in her hand.

“Done with you at the station?” Qrow asked.

Yang nodded and walked into the room, sitting in one of the chairs near the room’s window, sitting her bag on the floor to the right of it.

“Pretty much,” she said, “I told them that you were pissed off at a rapist creep got while drunk and ran him off the road.”

“Well, there goes my commemorative ‘month sober’ button.”

“But it’s for a good cause.”

Yang reached down into her bag and pulled out two glass bottles.

“I got us some ginger beer!” she said brightly, “in the good bottles!”

“You know that’s not real beer, right?”

“But it has ‘beer’ in its name. So we can pretend. And you can start on your ‘one month sober goal’ again.”

Qrow smiled. Yang really was too smart for her own good.

“Alright, kid, give me that bottle.”

Soon, the caps of both bottles screwed off with a hiss.

“Here’s to sticking it to sick predators,” Qrow said.

“And to Ruby not being kidnapped,” Yang added.

“Kidnapped?”

Both Yang and Qrow looked at the door. The doctor from earlier had come back and with her return, the positivity Qrow had received from his eldest niece waned.

“Didn’t you have to find something to shove up my ass?”

Yang smirked and pulled out a pair of aviator sunglasses.

“Not yet, Yang,” Qrow said.

Yang huffed and crossed her arms.

“What did you mean by kidnapping?” The doctor said, giving no indication of even seeing Yang.

Qrow rolled his eyes.

“The guy who I ran off the road? His name’s Tyrian. He’s suspected of dealing and kidnapping.”

Qrow took another swig of his ginger beer (iced coffee would have staved off his alcohol cravings better).

“Trust me, I was a cop. I’ve heard of the guy.”

The woman put her hands on her hips.

“You? A policeman?”

“I said was,” Qrow said.

“He quit,” Yang said.

The woman turned to look at Yang.

“Regular visiting hours are over. How did you even get in here?”

“The guy at the front desk,” Yang said, as if it would explain everything. The woman turned her attention back to Qrow.

“No offense, but you look more like the kind of person to get fired.”

“Some taken. And I don’t look at you and say ‘oh, she sucks, so she must be a vacuum.”

“Point to the guy who’s not a policeman,” Yang said.

“Am I supposed to be impressed? Which one of us thought it was a good idea to run someone else off the road?”

“Point to the woman who sucks,” Yang said, taking a drink of her ginger beer.

“I didn’t think it was a good idea to run him off the road. I thought it was a good idea to dent the fender of a drug-dealing child snatcher!”

“Who hadn’t even committed a crime because you said you’d stopped him!”

“But he would have done it again!”

Their voices rose in octaves.

“He was trying to take my niece! In a public club!”

“Then you should call someone whose job it is to do something about it!”

“They’re all assholes!”

While she’d initially intended to keep score, Yang now sat silently, forgotten, as her uncle and the doctor argued. This was getting ugly and she didn’t know if she should leave or say something.

“What you did was reckless! People could have died!”

“And what you’re doing is stuck up!”

Well, what Uncle Qrow did was stupid, she could give the doctor that, but he did get rid of an asshole. Maybe she could bring that up.

“You know…” Yang said.

“Stay out of this!”

Yang scowled. Disrespect in stereo. Who’d have thunk? But it wasn’t long before Qrow and the doctor were back in each other’s faces.

“I hope you don’t treat all your patients this way! No wait, I do, because then they’d fire your ass!”

“Like they fired yours?”

“Both of you shut up!”

The words cut through the air

An old woman with thick glasses stood at the doorway, her IV beside her on wheels.

“You can either leave each other alone or fuck, just stop waking everybody on this floor up!”

“Ms. Calavera,” the Doctor said, swallowing sheepishly, “this… this is nothing.”

“Didn’t sound like nothing,” the woman, Ms. Calavera, said, turning to go.

“She’s right you know.”

Yang was now sitting, doing her best ‘I’ve got something to say, but I’m disinterested ‘cause you were rude’ look.

“You guys were kind of waking everyone up.”

Yang rose.

“I’m going home. Ruby and Dad’ll come by tomorrow during regular visiting hours.”

The last part was aimed at the doctor, with no shortage of salt thrown in.

When she’d left, the silence in the room was like lard. Qrow scratched the back of his neck. The Doctor wouldn’t stop staring at her shoes.

“Look,” she said, “you’re going to be here for a week at most, so I guess we can try to…”

She paused, as if searching for a word that wouldn’t sound like a back-handed insult.

“…nicer to one another.”

Qrow sighed and fell back onto his pillow.

“Starting over. Cool by me, Doctor…”

The woman tapped the ID tag on her breast pocket.

“Schnee. Dr. Winter Schnee.”

#my writing #RWBY #qrowin week #rwby qrow branwen #qrowin #winter schnee #rwby yang xiao long #modern AU #Hospital #I promise the next one will be more shippy #qrowinweek #qrowinfest

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