An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This isn’t a drawing. This can’t even be considered *art* unless sheer unadulterated hell is actually art. And yes, this is a parody fic of My Immortal from the perspective of Qrow. Because Discord pushed me forward. You’ve been warned.
tbh im just kinda dissapointed that the captorcest fic you were writing "my brother's keeper" is discontinued xD it was rly great
I've tries to pic it up again actually! It's just a really tough writing shift from my current style back to where I was writing then ahaha!! I still have them in my head tho and, like the rest of my old fics, I'll probably come back to it or rewrite it at some point uwu
Pairing: Cronkri
Summary: Your name is Kankri Vantas and you are a second year Theology Major at Cresting Heights College. This year, however, your main project has lead you down a road that you're not sure you're entirely prepared for.
Rating: Explicit
Read from the Beginning
With everything in place you go to bed and try to forget about the unfortunate event. It never happened. You never let it happen and Cronus never suggested it.
For the next two days, you don’t speak a single word to Cronus. He tries striking up conversation after conversation, but you don’t let yourself play into his game. You leave the room immediately every time he enters the one you’re in and you’re not really planning on stopping any time soon. You even take to staying in your room if he follows you around and just locking the door, something that you at least assume should keep him out.
Any time you’re left to your own devices, though, you can’t help but to think about it. How dare he gawk at you like that? It’s one thing to do what he tried to do - and really, you don’t have any idea why you even accepted his offer in the first place - but another entirely to just stare. You understand that he may have been caught off guard, but that’s no excuse. To be honest, though, you’re very glad that he hesitated because it allowed you to gather your bearings and remove yourself from the situation.
Unfortunately, you drop your guard as you try to prepare yourself a nice breakfast and find yourself caught in a situation that you can’t avoid. As you whip your eggs to be scrambled, you hear someone whistling from the living area. You don’t look up, hoping that it’s just one of your roommates going to class. But then you can hear footsteps on the tiles and the whistling stops as you’re dumping your eggs into the pan.