Oct 20, 2021
Qrowtober Day 20 - Feathers
when birbs sleep with their heads buried in their feathies :>
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Qrowtober Day 20 - Feathers
when birbs sleep with their heads buried in their feathies :>
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fair Game Week 2021 Day 7: Sky/Sea/Free Day
The Crow represented the sky and the Kingfisher spoke for the sea, having never forgotten his watery brethren. They lived working in tandem and never apart for long. Their love and companionship was unique in their world. They worked together to deal with issues among the creatures of the forest, sky and water. Humans never understood them but they worked together to benefit everyone.
The witch and wizard, moved by their love for one another, together, granted one last piece of magic, that neither bird asked for.
A second chance at life as humans.
What they didn’t know is the magic to live as humans came with a cost.
@chiherahcreations for letting me reference their amazing art for this fic. Snuggling birds abound. Check them out here and their shop here
First and Last - Chpt 15
Aiiii second last chapter! Unless the BEAST pulls some madness out of left field and you know, I’m wise enough to make no promises XD Hints of food fight thanks to Kyra (@narwhalish ), the Patron Saint of Fair Game.
Summary – chapter: Magic bird man saves the world. Adoring BF finally manages to say those three little words…
Rating: M (this chapter) - EXPLICIT for the story
Chapter 15 - Yeah, I’m Sober. Big F**king Whoop. (A03 link)
Summary – story: So Qrow Branwen is a mature adult yes? And we’ve seen him deal with flirting before… and even seen him cope just fine with a well-executed “Lucky you, huh?” So why, when Clover uses that exact phrase, does Qrow completely lose all composure? Well, despite having known for a *long* time that he’s bi, Qrow has never…. Uhh… well he’s never… he’s ummm… lacking in some experience when it comes to men. But lucky for him, Clover is a *very* patient man.
Summer: Wow, it’s really coming down. Hope the Inn isn’t too far from here.
Qrow: Yeah, i’m freezing myah...ah--AAAHCHOO! -shivers- ...my ass off.
Summer: Hey! Don’t catch a cold! Raven will kick MY ass all over Vale if we show up to meet them and you’re sick! You just had to leave your coat back in the dorm room!
Qrow: It’s too much added weight! I travel light! -watches Summer glare at him and sniffs- Well, what do you propose? I don’t assume you have another cloak hidden in there somewhere? -scans Summer sarcastically-
Summer: -shoves him and pouts-...No, but...-pulls her hood down- you can get smaller. Come on. -pats her shoulder-
Qrow: What? You sure you want me to--
Summer: -pats again- We don’t have all day, bird boy. -smirks- Get your tail feathers up here so that I can put my hood back up.
Qrow: -smirks back and plants a quick kiss on her cheek- You’re the best, Short-Stack. -changes form and lands on her shoulder without haste-
Summer: -throws her hood back up- Alright, lets keep moving before it gets any worse out here.
Crow Qrow is so fun to draw interacting with Summer.
Like the stupid teenager he is, Qrow is too cool for things like ‘a jacket’. When it rains on a mission or on campus, he usually either sucks it up, or if he’s lucky and Summer is around, snuggles up under her hood in his avian form.
Clovember Day 19 - Laugher/Tears
He giggles at the thought of birb being cute. Despite his efforts to not pffft.
Qrowtober Day 22 - Birds
Something something feral bagel akdfjoait this is late and ridiculous, but hey! lmao
Yes I'm still drawing, but... Blurb from my continuation of Birb Qrow!
Later that night, Qrow stalked the Atlas academy halls, feeling anxious. He really let Clover get away with petting him, hell, he let the man hold him as a bird. He must be losing his damned mind, allowing himself to have zero control like that. If it hadn't felt so frickin good, he would have just flown away. It was terrifying and exhilarating, and he could feel the addiction forming, demanding him to seek more. More attention, more physical contact, just more.