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Qrowin Week Day Four: Rendezvous

It had been the winter the war began, and he had been drafted. God, it felt like years ago. It made his stomach churn just thinking about it. He had been one of the few who knew what war was all about. The other kids in his troop were ridiculously naïve. They had been so eager to serve their country, and maybe, in many ways, to die for it. In the coming months he had watched that eagerness slowly melt away from their expressions. Eagerness was replaced with understanding, a dark, dark understanding. The war no longer became something out of fiction, it became a necessity.

         He was gone for a long time. He had been assigned to different posts across Remnant. It was then that he had met her—Winter Schnee. She had been a young recruit, part of James Ironwood’s specialist team. They had been off duty when they had first met, at a bar in east Mistral. Qrow had been assigned to a base near a little town, he had forgotten the name since. It had been his night off, so he had happily left the base and headed into the town for the night. Winter had been passing through. She had been assigned to inspect the base while she was on her way towards Haven.

         They had met at the bar, of course. Winter had been a little tipsy, She was wearing a swing dress so Qrow had asked if she’d like to dance. She had laughed at him, it seemed, but didn’t hesitate in taking his hand.

         That night had ended with him asking that dreaded question: “when can I see you again?” The answer was silence. With the war going on, even he knew it was unlikely they’d ever see each other again.

         It was only a month later that Qrow found himself stationed in Northern Vale.

         “Hey!” some young thing with blue eyes, and a smile that was a little too bright slipped into his bunkroom around noon. “You’re Branwen, right? I heard from the others that you were in the trenches at the battle of East Mistral!” Qrow blinked up at the young man, and then shook his head,

         “Yeah, I was there, so what?”

         “Not many people were left standing during that battle. You’re a hero—”

         “Were you here for a reason, or…?” Qrow sat up from where he lay on his bunk and glared.

         “Uh…y-yeah! Sorry. I’m delivering mail. There’s a note addressed to you.”

         “A note?” Who would he have gotten a note from? Maybe Ruby or Yang?

         “Here you go!” The young man handed Qrow a postcard. “Looks like it’s from around here. Weird way of communicating if you’re this close.”

         “Did you have anything else you needed to do or were you leaving?” Qrow said. The young man shook his head,

         “Uh… I’ll leave you too it!” In a second he was gone. Qrow examined the front of the postcard. It was an old postcard, from before the start of the war, featuring the cool gray beaches of Northern Vale with a yellow sun setting beyond the clouds. Fades letters across the top read: MISS YOU.

         “Huh…” It had to be a mistake—though the young man had said his name. Who would send him a postcard like this, from this area? Qrow flipped over the card, and sure enough, in neat scrawl was his name: Qrow Branwen. And the right barracks number. On the left were a couple very meticulously written sentences.

         I heard you were stationed here. Can we meet at the docks—Tuesday night around 7? I saw your schedule. I hope you’ll come.

         ~W

W? Who was W? Qrow scanned his memories for anyone with the name, but nothing came up…? Then he remembered that Tuesday was tonight. “Guess I’ll find out in a few hours.”

         The sun was setting when Qrow reached the docks. It cast brilliant colors on the ocean waves. Qrow had forgotten how nice the weather was here—cool and dry, besides the light mist that came in from the sea every so often. As he approached the end of the pier it seemed that he had gotten there before W.

         He felt bad now, waiting in the light of dusk. He should have changed from his old uniform. He hated the color green anyways. Why did they have to wear green--?

         “Branwen?” The voice was soft, and strikingly familiar. Qrow turned away from the ocean to see who was meeting him and he instantly recognized her.

         “Schnee,” he whispered, letting surprise overtake him. “You’re… wow…” He had forgotten about Winter Schnee, almost. Forgotten her first name was Winter, at least. Tonight, the way the sunset cast light on her face, she was beautiful. Her long hair, which had been down when they first met, was in a bun. Instead of a swing dress with a lace collar she wore a green uniform like his own, with wide-cut pants and a belt at her waist.

         “I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” she said, joining him at the railing.

         “I can’t believe it’s really you,” he whispered, still feeling guilty that he didn’t remember her first name. “Ice Queen, in the flesh.”

         “What did we say about nicknames?” Winter gasped, “My name is not Ice Queen.” Qrow beamed at her irked expression. Some things never change.

         “Why did you send me the postcard? I didn’t think you were all that interested when we first met.”

         Winter’s pale cheeks turned pink, “To be honest, I didn’t either, but… I found myself…” she paused, glancing up at him. Qrow was finding himself trying to memorize each curve of her shape, each line of her face. “I found myself missing you.”

         He wasn’t sure how to respond to that, words formed and then fell apart in his mind. “I… I thought of you a lot,” he whispered, finally, still trying to come up with something to say as the words tumbled out of his mouth. “Sometimes I couldn’t get you out of my head.” Sometimes it’s the only thing that kept me going… through the trenches.

         Winter let herself relax a little, Qrow watched her shoulders drop just a hair, and a smile form on her lips. “Do you want to get a drink,” she whispered, “Like the first time we met?”

         “Do I?” Qrow grinned, “Darling, you don’t have to ask twice.”

#qrowin #qrowinweek #qrowinweek2018 #qrow branwen #winter schnee #snowbirds #qrow x winter #winter x qrow #crowflake #otp #rwby1940sau #rwby 1940s #iwrite #myfic #did i edit this? #no

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"You have put a curse on me, darling. Maybe just a charm. You've bewitched both my body and soul." RWBY 1940s AU 21/? Ironwitch ( @cheesequeenmiu ironwitch!!!)

#glynda goodwitch #james ironwood #ironwitch #rwby #rwby 1940s au #rwby1940sau #rwby moodboard #ironwitch moodboard

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"Yeah, that chameleon friend of yours got me pretty good. But I'd do it all again if it meant protecting you." RWBY 1940s AU part 18/? Sun Wukong

#rwby #sun wukong #1940sau #rwby1940sau #rwby1940s #im back #rwbyaus

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"You got some good friends looking out for you." RWBY 1940s AU Part 19/? Neptune Vasilias

#neptune vasilias #rwby #rwby1940s #rwby1940sau #rwbyneptune #rwbymoodboard #teamsssn

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"It's strange, I've only had this cane for a few weeks, but... I feel like I've had it for a lifetime. Longer, even." RWBY 1940s AU Part 17/? Oscar Pine

#rwby1940sau #rwby1940s #oscar pine #o(z)car #ozpin #rwby

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Akros Week Day Five

All of you who follow me should have known this was gonna happen. 1940s AU. Based off of the lovely beauties I made that you can see HERE. 

AU

Jaune stood in front of the dusty mirror in their dimly lit dorm room, eyeing his neatly brushed blond hair, and straightening his bowtie. The night of the big dance. He was nervous, but he knew he had made the right decision. Weiss would be happier with Neptune. He could focus on just being with his team. He quickly looked at his watch, checked his hair once more, and then turned to see where Ren was sitting, buttoning up his green vest.

           “This is the first dance since the war, Ren,” Jaune said, “It has to be perfect.”

           “Right,” Ren nodded.

           “Is my tie straight?” Jaune frowned, glancing in the mirror again.

           “You look swell, Jaune,” Ren sighed, brushing a speck of dirt off his left shoe. “The girls are waiting outside.”

           “Alright,” Jaune stepped over to the door and swung it open. The old metal hinges squealed, like they always did. Stepping out into the hall Jaune turned to find his other two teammates waiting for him. Nora was grinning, swinging her hands back and forth. She looked nice, her short red curls bouncing happily along with her pink dress, navy blue heels clacking on the floor.

           Pyrrha was leaning against the wall, her hair, which was usually in a long braid was loose, in the popular waves that Jaune had often seen his sisters struggling to perfect. This was the first time he had ever seen Pyrrha wear a dress. She always wore her long red trousers with her suspenders. Now she was wearing a silky, auburn colored dress, hanging a little off her shoulders. Black heels gently tapped on the hardwood as she stood up straight.

           “Jaune,” she said, her soft voice reverberating right to his heart. She was stunning, not that she wasn’t before, but now it seemed he was just beginning to realize it. “You look nice.”

           “Yeah!” Nora hopped up, and then straightened her hand knitted cardigan carefully.

           Jaune was still speechless as Ren exited their room, and skidded to a halt at the sight of his partner.

           “Nora…”

           “What are we waiting for?” Nora gasped, reaching out and grasping Ren’s hand. “We all know it’s tradition for the teammates to accompany one another down to the ball! Lets go!”

           “Right!” Jaune said, though… if he was being honest with himself he felt a little queasy.

           “Come on, boys,” Pyrrha smiled, holding out her arm. Nora practically pushed Jaune towards her. “It’s time to have some fun.”

           When they got to the dance floor, their team seemed to scatter. A live band was in the corner, an older gent singing some sort of lively jive. A few couples were out spinning on the floor. Jaune found himself alone after Nora grasped Ren’s arm,

           “Come on! Let’s go cut a rug!” And they left him in exchange for the dance floor. Off by the door Jaune watched as Professor Ozpin spoke softly to Miss Goodwitch before the General cut in and offered his hand for a dance. Perfect. Even the adults are having a good time, and I’m stuck alone. He found himself looking for Pyrrha, a flash of her red curls, or a hint of her smile in the crowds of kids around the ballroom, but he couldn’t catch sight of her. She was probably with her fellow, dancing. Jaune sighed, decided to put her out of his mind and he wandered over to the refreshments table, and just when he was about to grab himself a drink he locked eyes with her. She was leaning against the wall, eyes brimming with tears, but she smiled when she saw him, trying to pretend she hadn’t been upset.

           “Pyrrha,” he said, “Where’s the lucky guy? When do we get to meet him?” She shook her head.

           “Jaune, there is no guy. No one asked me to the dance.”

           “That’s… ridiculous!” Jaune muttered, but relief swirled into him like some sort of relaxing nectar. His body instantly became less tense. “I can’t imagine anyone who wouldn’t want…”

           “That’s just it, sure plenty of people want it, but I’m a strong fighter, Jaune. I don’t know, maybe some boys find it intimidating. Maybe they think they’re not good enough for me. Besides, even if someone did ask me, I wouldn’t want that. The fact is… you’re the first person in this building that has looked at me like I’m a normal person, a normal girl. That’s something I’d want. You’re the kind of fellow… I’d want.” She finished with a shake of her head and she turned to walk away. Jaune tried to reach out and stop her, to ask her for a dance, but a thought popped up at the back of his mind and he recalled what he had said only a week before.

           “Damn…” he muttered under his breath. That’s just rich. Now I’m going to have to go put on a dress.

#arkosweek2018 #arkosweek #arkos #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #rwby1940sau #rwby

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Woaahhhh She’s on tumblr on her computer?! Concept! 

Anyways, the RWBY 1940s AU is still burning in my mind and so here’s a compilation of the next four: TEAM JNPR

Part Five: Jaune Arc

Part Six: Nora Valkyrie 

Part Seven: Pyrrha Nikos

Part Eight: Lie Ren

#rwby1940sau #rwby1940s #rwby #rwbyaus #rwby 1940s au #team jnpr #arkos #jaune arc #renora #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #jnpr #jnpr1940s

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"As a girl, I wanted to be just like those heroes in the books..." RWBY 1940s AU Part 1/? Ruby Rose

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby1940sau #1940sau #rwbyaesthetics #because i need inspiration #i want to write the fanfic but its not coming to me

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“Remember your training Weiss. Head up, shoulders back, right foot forward - not that forward! - slow your breathing, wait for the right time to strike…”

RWBY 1940s AU 2/?

Weiss Schnee

Part One

#rwby #weiss schnee #right foot forward #rwby 1940s au #1940sau #rwby1940sau

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"Despite what the world thinks, we're not just teachers or generals or headmasters. The people in this room, the leaders of the other two academies, we're the ones that keep the world safe..." RWBY 1940s AU Part 12/? Qrow Branwen

#qrow #qrow branwen #rwby #rwby1940sau #rwby 1940s au #rwby aus #rwby moodboards #team strq #strq #uncle qrow

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“There’s too much wrong in this world to just stand by and do nothing. Inequality, corruption… Someone has to stop it.”

RWBY 1940s AU Part 3/?

Blake Belladonna

Part One

Part Two

#blake belladonna #rwby #rwby aus #rwby 1940s au #rwby1940sau #blake rwby

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"You can do whatever you put your mind to. So whenever you're ready to stop moping and get back out there, I'll be there for you." RWBY 1940s AU Part 10/? Taiyang Xiao Long

#taiyang #taiyang xiao long #rwby #rwby aus #team strq #strq #rwby 1940s au #rwby1940sau

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RWBY 1940s  AU update:

There is now a link on my tumblr page that will lead you to a list of ALL the moodboards I’ve created for this AU, if you’d like to check them out. More coming soon, probably!!! (Starting with another team!!!) 

Thanks for all the support, I’m having a lot of fun with this AU and I do hope to write a fanfic soon! :D

#rwby1940sau #rwby1940s #rwby

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RWBY 1940S: Team STRQ

Part Nine:  Summer Rose

Part Ten: Taiyang Xiao Long

Part Eleven: Raven Branwen

Part Twelve: Qrow Branwen

#rwby1940sau #rwby1940s #rwby 1940s au #rwby #rwby moodboards #team strq #strq #summer rose #rwby summer #taiyang xiao long #taiyang #tai rwby #raven branwen #raven #raven rwby #qrow #qrow branwen #qrow fucking branwen #uncle qrow #rwby strq #strq1940s

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"The people of Vale needed someone to protect them, someone who would act. When they look to the sky and see my fleet, they feel safe, and our enemies will feel our strength." RWBY 1940s AU Part 15/? General James Ironwood

#james ironwood #rwby #james fucking ironwood #jamesfuckingironwood #rwby1940sau #rwby 1940s