Oct 10, 2025
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Qrow clamped a hand over Clover's mouth. Ignored the surprise in green eyes. He just, he needed a second. A few seconds, maybe. Kneeling over the idiot already tucked into a sleeping bag. Wishing he'd been asleep so they could have this discussion in the morning.
Already so tired. Still.
"Don't go stealing my thunder, yeah?"
#fair game#qrow branwen#clover ebi#rwby#rwby fanfic#renabe writes#eyyyy finally finished editing the rest of this fic!#still very weird to be writing in past tense#especially since this chapter decided to reference an earlier fic of mine#if you catch it you're a real one bc it's an oldie :')#lakdfh#anyway yayyyyy for another completed fic! :D