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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.

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booksbea · 3 years

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Chance Meeting

Chapter 46: Did I Make It? Rating: E - this chapter is T, however Relationship: Qrowin Tag: Slice of Life, Adventure and Romance, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Comedy, Slow Burn, Pre-Canon, Military, Canon-Typical Violence, Age Difference, Canon Compliant Author’s note: Qrowin Week 2021 Day 1 Submission; I decided to continue my Chance Meeting Fic like last year and used the prompts as inspiration. Enjoy!

Winter looked over her reports as she waited outside of Atlas Academy. The reports were detailed with sufficient facts and minimal personal opinions of her team, which was how she liked her reports. Once they meet tomorrow for their weekly debriefing, she will hear their opinions, and they could plot their next course of action. She opened the next report about a recent grimm invasion that took place in the south of Mantle. One hand was in her pocket, clutching a handmade hand warmer filled with rice. She could feel the messy thread holding the two pieces of wool fabric together. The heat was almost gone, but she was grateful for the amount of time it lasted. A message from Qrow arrived. “Be out soon.”

Read the rest here. Start the fic from the beginning here.

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litleelit · 5 years

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Moonlight

#my art #rwby #winter schnee #qrow branwen #qrowin #snowbird #qrowinweek

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

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Qrowin Week Bonus Day 2: Wedding or Anniversary

Qrowin Week Bonus Day 2: Wedding Anniversary

Today was the day. Winter blinked awake to a cool morning. She knew she didn’t have very much time, but she let herself imagine that time was frozen. That she was stuck in the moment in-between. It was so quiet, so peaceful. By the end of today I’ll be a wife. She rolled over, staring at the white light of her window. By the end of today I’ll be Winter Branwen. She had tested the name on her lips several times. Even once or twice before Qrow had asked her to marry him.

“Winter Branwen,” she whispered to the empty room. How did I end up here? If, a year ago, someone had said, “In a year, you’ll be marrying Qrow Branwen.” She would have laughed in their face. “Not on your life! I’d rather die.” Now, even the thought of being without him, made her ache. “I love him.” She beamed up at her ceiling. “I’ll always love him.”

There was a tapping sound on her window. She glanced over with a frown. Not this. She tossed her blankets aside, and greeted the cool day, by swinging open her window and leaning over the edge. Qrow was below, with pebbles in hand.

“Good morning, Ice Queen!” He beamed. She had never seen him look so happy.

“Isn’t it bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony?”

“Are you in your dress?” Qrow frowned. Winter shook her head.

“Pajamas.”

“Then we’re safe. Besides,” he shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t believe in luck.”

Winter laughed, shaking her head. “Come up here, Qrow.” Qrow slipped into bird form with a burst of feathers, and moments later, landed safely on her bedroom flower—human again. Winter immediately pulled him into a hug—breathing in his familiar scent, drawing in his warmth.

“I believe in luck.” She said. “But only good luck.”

“Yeah?” He asked, cupping her cheek with his hand.

“I’m the luckiest woman in the world, to have finally snagged Qrow Branwen.”

“You didn’t win the lottery,” he said with a frown. “There are probably dozens of guys who are better choices that I am—”

“Stop,” Winter shook her head with a smile, “You know that you’re the only one I want.”

“Gods, I love you,” he breathed, leaning over to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Winter smiled.

“I love you too. But you can’t be here when the girls arrive.”

“I know. Tai’s probably already at my place.” Qrow laughed. “He’ll be panicking. Thinking I decided to skip out on this whole marriage thing.”

“That’s not really a funny joke.”

“No, it’s not.” Qrow frowned.

There was a knocking downstairs, at the front door. “The girls are here.” Winter said, biting her lip.

“Okay. I’ll see you… at the ceremony.” He turned towards the window, but Winter grabbed his sleeve.

“Kiss me.”

Qrow leaned in, cupping the back of her head with one hand, and kissed her. She still hadn’t perfectly committed to memory the taste or the feel, but it was familiar, warm, comforting. She smiled.

“I’ll see you at the ceremony.”

“Don’t be late.”

“You don’t be late.” He dashed through the window, fluttering off into the sky. Winter smiled, leaning over her windowsill to watch him go. My husband. She sighed. Soon, Qrow Branwen will be my husband.

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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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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

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icrwby · 6 years

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Qrow: It’s so quiet with out everyone here.

Winter, sarcastically: Well, why don’t you adopt another teenager.

Qrow : That’s a good idea.

#rwby #incorrect quotes #incorrect rwby quotes #qrowinweek2018 #qrowinweek #qrowin #qrow branwen #winter schnee

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snowandlilacs · 5 years

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A house in Patch is filled for the holidays.

I managed to write up something for the first day. Here you guys go.

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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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Here are the prompts for this year's Qrowin week!

June 17th-21st

Day 1: Meet the family

Day 2: Mafia AU

Day 3: Thinking of you

Day 4: Mythology AU

Day 5: Sleep

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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.

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booksbea · 3 years

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Fools Gold

Part: 5/5 Rating: E, this chapter is T however Relationship: Qrowin, mild Ironwitch Tag: Alternate Universe - Pirates, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Long-Distance Relationship, Drama & Romance, Murder, Violence Author’s Note: I decided to finish up one of my AUs for Qrowin Week 2021 Free day! c:

“Why not just cancel the engagement?” “I did at first. But, then, he said to me on what authority do I have to do that? I replied on my own, and then I shot him.” “You shot him?” “I did.” “Why?” Ironwood sighed, looking at Winter who sat on a wooden plank held by chains the jailhouse liked to call a bed in her small cell.

Read the rest here. Read from the start here.

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litleelit · 5 years

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Color

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

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Qrowin Week Bonus Day 1

Vacation and Mission:

“For the love of gods,” Qrow leaned back against his seat on the train, “Would you stop fidgeting?”

“I’m not fidgeting!” Winter snapped, crossing her arms, “I’m adjusting my leggings, thank you very much. We have to look the part—” She was ready to question his lackadaisical attitude when someone shuffled by their seat on the train and Qrow leaned in real close with a sudden heartfelt laugh.

“You’re so right, dear, we should get a couples massage.” Winter felt her pulse quicken. She could feel his breath on her neck. Her face flushed.

“Of course, dar…” she coughed, or maybe gagged, “Darling.”

Qrow smirked, leaning back towards the window. The other passenger was gone. They were alone again. “Who’s breaking character now?”

“Shut up, Branwen,” Winter snarled, leaning over to fix her leggings again.

“Hmm…” Qrow eyed her once before glancing out the window and falling silent. Winter watched him out of the corner of her eye. He looked happy—for once in his miserable life, she thought. And the way the smile twitched at the corner of his mouth made him look rather handsome—his hair swept back, his eyes following the scenery that was rushing past them as they sped their way towards their mission.

Why did Ozpin and James pick the two of us for this mission? It seemed absurd. They had never really gotten along, and now they were supposed to pretend they were happy newlyweds. For one, very split, second Winter allowed herself to imagine being married to Qrow. And for one, very split, second it was a happy thought. She quickly regained her composure. Gross.

***

They arrived in Mistral only five minutes late. And after Qrow lead them in circles because apparently the birdbrain couldn’t read maps, they finally found their hotel—a little hole-in-the-wall sort of place, in a good way. It was quaint, but high-end. Perfect for a honeymoon. When the man at the desk handed them the key to the “Romantic Get-away Couples Suite” Winter almost choked on her own tongue. Why did Ironwood and Ozpin assign the two of us to this job?!

“Alright,” Qrow threw himself back on the plush king-sized bed. “Might as well enjoy it.” He patted the bed beside him. “Hey, Ice Queen, come try.”

“Not on your life,” Winter sneered. “We have a mission to do, that’s all. Nothing more.”

“You’re missing out. This bed’s pretty comfortable.” Qrow kicked off his shoes and leaned back with a sigh.

“Are you incompetent? Didn’t you just hear what I said? We have a—”

There was a knock at the door. Qrow’s eyes snapped open, Winter reached for her weapon—hidden away in their luggage. After a moment of silence Qrow rolled his eyes. “Would you relax for two seconds? Geez, this is the worst honeymoon ever.” Winter gritted his teeth as the huntsman swung his legs off the bed and went to see who was at the door. A moment later he swung the door wide open and a young woman in the hotel’s signature vest stepped in with an armful of brochures.

“Good afternoon, you two, and congratulations!”

Winter put on her best game face. I’m the happiest woman on earth. I’m the happiest woman on earth. “Thank you!” She gushed, reaching out to lean on Qrow’s arm. Branwen actually had the audacity to slip his hand around her waist, pulling her close. Winter bit her lip. Why did they choose the two of us?!

“Well, you’re both in luck. I’m here to show you all the wonderful things we offer for couples, especially newlyweds.”

We don’t have time for this. Winter pinched Qrow’s arm as hard as she could without drawing attention to it. Qrow glanced over at her with a sickly sweet smile. “Aw, honey, I know you wanted to spend all this time in bed, but we should at least do a couple things. After all, dad’s paying for it—isn’t he?”

Winter gritted her teeth, trying to maintain her smile. Ironwood is paying for all this, yes. But these are supposed to be basic mission expenses. Not couples massages. This is totally against protocol. And yet Ironwood’s voice still echoed in her head, “You have to be professional, but it’s incredibly important you pull this off flawlessly. You’ll be undercover as a couple. It’s important you keep that cover alive, understand?”

Winter mustered up her self-control and plastered on a smile. “It would be nice to do some special things together.” She leaned in close, and whispered under her breath. “Darling.”

“W-well…” the young woman shuffled her feet awkwardly, “I’ll let you to be! I’m leaving these brochures here on the table. Congratulations again. I hope you enjoy your honeymoon!” She slipped out of the room, leaving them alone. Winter dropped her smile and peeled herself off of Qrow’s arm.

“Damn, Ice Queen, I didn’t know you had it in you.” Qrow whistled.

“Trust me, Branwen,” Winter gritted her teeth. “Two can play this game.”

***

Bottles of champagne littered the hotel room floor. Afternoon light filtered in between thick drapes. Winter groaned. She had been awake for an hour, trying to remember what the hell happened after she had ordered the chocolate covered strawberries. Her mouth tasted like alcohol. Which one of them had ordered all this champagne? She put her head in her hands. Ironwood’s going to kill us. She remembered arguing with Qrow last night. They had turned the whole thing into an enormous competition. Who could make this the best honeymoon ever?

“Here,” a soft whisper brought her back to reality, she blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light. Qrow was crouching next to her, one cup of coffee in each hand. Winter eyed the mug suspiciously. “Seriously?” Qrow grinned. “It’s just coffee.”

“Thank you,” she breathed, taking the warm mug from his hand. Qrow plopped down on the floor next to her with a soft laugh. “You don’t handle alcohol very well, huh?”

“We should have been focusing on the mission. You know that as well as I do.”

Qrow chuckled, leaning back against the bedpost behind them. “Yeah. Well, this was much more fun.”

“You’re insufferable, Qrow Branwen,” Winter groaned. “You give me a headache.” She paused, meeting his eyes for once. He was smiling. There was a gentleness there, and some sort of memory resurfaced from the night before. Her mouth tasted like alcohol. Now she wasn’t sure if it was the champagne or…

“Qrow… we didn’t…?” Qrow leaned in close, coffee on his breath, a sweet smile on his lips.

“You wish.”

Winter blinked, and then glared, shoving him away. Coffee sloshed in their mugs. Qrow let out a barking laughing.

“You’re making me gag,” Winter choked, jumping to her feet despite her raging headache. “We should focus on what we’re good at. We’ve got work to do.” She locked herself in the bathroom, Qrow was still chuckling outside. She could hear him through the door. Her cheeks burned, she set her coffee aside running her fingers through her disheveled hair. And then, staring at her flushed face in the mirror she pressed the tips of her fingers against her lips. Don’t think about it. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Maybe… Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad.

Then she let out an exasperated sigh, downed her coffee, and straightened her shirt. Gross.

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