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[renabe4life]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fair Game Week 2026 Day 2 -  Close Calls | Nightmares

Qrow gasps for air as his back hits wet sand. Coughs involuntarily with the weight that lands on top of him. Head turned to the side until the spasm settles and he thinks he can breathe again.

"You idiot!"

Scaled hands plant on either side of Qrow, and Clover lifts himself fully up on arms. Scowling down at the man beneath him. At coral eyes that wince as they open, look up at him in turn.

"Of all the stupid-! What the hell were you thinking, following me out there? Were you trying to drown yourself?"

Shaking with anger. Or was it fear? Adrenaline screaming across nerves as he continues to yell in the moron's face. Head spinning. Mind spiraling. What if he hadn't gotten there in time? What if he hadn't noticed? What if-

"You could have died, Qrow!"

Qrow, to his credit, doesn't flinch in the face of… this side of Clover he has not seen before. Still waterlogged. Lightheaded. Vaguely aware of the fact he is being yelled at, and probably rightfully so.

Hard to focus on the words. On any of it, really. Distracted.

[renabe4life]

experienced yearning last night, time to make it everyone else's problem with another FGW wip

[renabe4life]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

So began another weekend spent in the old house. Sifting and sorting, making a game out of whether to toss or keep the furnishings they uncovered amidst it all. And only a few near heart attacks when one or both of the kids managed to get into something they ought not.

With all the close calls between the two of them week after week, it was no wonder Qrow began to grey early, or so his twin remarked. And the others teased him for it relentlessly. Still. Those were the happiest days of their lives, of his life, as they all looked forward to a near future in a grand home.

Reminder to check chapter notes

[renabe4life]

so how's about another Take Root wip?

[renabe4life]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fair Game Week 2026 Day 6 - Reunion (?) | Game Night

But for now…

He numbs himself against the longing that claws at his chest. Blocks out everything but the blinking cursor as it moves across a page. Finishes his work without a word of what he wishes he could be doing instead. Where he wishes he could be instead. Submits the report, secure in the knowledge he is doing all he can.

He shuts off the screen and sighs to himself.

...how much longer?

[renabe4life]

Fair Game Week 2026 Day 7 - Love is requited, they're just idiots

It's not finished yet, but hey here's that WIP I promised for chapter 3 of Stop-off, featuring a couple of absolute dweebs :D

[renabe4life]

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?"

[renabe4life]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Tanimoto thinks for a moment, then gives his hand a squeeze. "If he called you right now to tell you his feelings, how do you think you would respond?"

He… hadn't given much thought to anything like that. Too focused on his own confusion. He drops his head, staring at their joined hands.

"I would probably… just go along with whatever he wanted."

"What if you felt differently?"

He shrugs, ashamed. It's a coward's answer. But he doesn't think he could argue with Richard about something like this.

"So, if he decides he's in love with you and wants to kiss you again, you would let him? Just because he wants to?"