You paced in the visitor’s lounge of the Atlesian private hospital. Qrow had been taken in nearly twelve hours before, and you had yet to hear anything.
So you paced. You paced and chewed on the nail of your thumb, the other arm crossed across your belly as you waited. You couldn’t sit, couldn’t focus on much other than Qrow.
You were the only one left in the visitor’s lounge. After hour six, everyone had gone home after telling you to call them if anything changed. Part of you wanted to call them all cowards for leaving, but the rational part knew they just needed time. It had been over two years since Qrow’s initial disappearance, and you had just barely gotten him back.
The sound of a door opening caught your attention, and you spun to see the chief of surgery and one of his assistants. They were the best in Atlas and one of the only ones you would trust with Qrow’s life like this. One of the nurses—you weren’t sure who—had a nullifying semblance to keep Qrow’s under control.
It looked like they had barely changed out of their surgical gowns before delivering whatever news they had in store. The chief of surgery said your name, and you nodded,
“That’s me. How is Qrow?” Finally asking the question that had been on your mind for so long was almost cathartic.
“It was a harsh surgery. But he made it through and has been moved to a room for now.” He explained, and you felt your knees go weak, almost collapsed.
He was okay.
“Can I see him?!” You very nearly pushed past the doctor to head towards where Qrow had to be. But he grabbed your arm, effectively stopping you in your tracks.
“I must warn you; he isn’t the same as he used to be. I fear he never will be again.” He said ominously before letting a nurse take you up to Qrow’s room.
Several phone calls later, and everyone was on their way. However, you were almost scared to enter Qrow’s room, twisting your wedding band around and around your finger. The nurse next to you gave you a comforting smile,
“You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to. You can always come back tomorrow.” At this, you shook your head,
“No. I want to-—no, I need to see him.” You said, and the nurse nodded, opening the door and ushering you inside.
Once inside, you lost all strength in your legs and nearly collapsed at the sight of your husband.
Inky black feathers protruded painfully all over from Qrow’s skin. Blackened talons had replaced his fingers; his feet replaced with claws. A crooked crow’s beak protruded from under his hairline and covered most of his face, his glowing red eyes rolling wildly in black eye sockets. Any skin that wasn’t covered in feathers was an ashy gray. He lay hunched under the covers and in his hospital gown as if he didn’t know how to stretch out anymore.
What had happened to him?
What had Salem done to him?
He looked…. Like a Grimm
You crept forward and reached a hand out.
“Qrow? It’s me—” A taloned hand lashed out and clamped around your wrist, talons digging painfully into your skin. But you didn’t flinch, didn’t move; you simply stilled and kept talking in a soft tone as if you were talking to a scared animal.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he released your hand, looking at you with those red eyes in black sockets. Then, finally, he murmurs your name with a raw voice that cracked like he hadn’t used it in forever.
“Do you remember me?” You asked, pulling up a chair to his bedside. He flinched at the sound of the chair scraping across the floor and curled further underneath the blanket. He was shivering, but he nodded,
“How could I forget? You were the only thing that kept me sane.” He said roughly, pulling the blanket closer to his shoulders with his black-tipped talons. You stood and grabbed another blanket from a cabinet and draped it over his shivering form.
Qrow pulled it close with a muttered ‘thank you’ before coughing. It was wet and raspy. You vaguely remembered the nurse saying he had a chest infection. Who knew what kind of sicknesses were lingering in the room you had found him in. Who knew what Salem had done to your husband.
You sat with him in silence the entire night, holding his hand and pressing kisses to his knuckles.
You never found out what Salem did to Qrow in that room. Part of you was too scared to ask. But the other part of you knew Qrow just didn’t talk about it because he was healing.
Your exhausted mind could not process that the shout of your name was a warning in time. A battle yell pierced your ears as your girlfriend jumped onto your bed, landing squarely on top of your bundled up form. Groaning, you shifted, attempting to go back to sleep. Ruby seemed to have no intention to let you, though, and scooted up so she could poke at your cheeks. You reluctantly blinked your eyes open, squinting to adjust to the bright sunlight filtering through the open curtains.
Ruby was laying on you, bright gray eyes alert and excited. A giddy smile was on her lips, relishing in your tired gaze. She poked your face a few more times before hopping up, stretching hastily. You couldn’t believe that the girl had so much energy this early in the morning. Peering over to the clock on the bedside table, you realized it wasn’t as early as you thought. Apparently, it was almost noon. You let out a small sigh, slowly pulling the warm blankets off and placing your bare feet on the cold floor.
“Come on! Yang left us some stuff to make cookies!”
Suddenly, your girlfriend’s excitement made sense. You got out of the bed carefully, yawning and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. After a satisfying pop leaving your spine with a stretch, you turned to Ruby, grinning at her eagerness. She grabbed your hand, dragging you behind her into the kitchen. All of the ingredients had already been laid out, the spread complete with two ‘Kiss The Cook’ aprons. You stifled a small laugh, slipping one over your head and tying it quickly.
Ruby followed in suit, pulling you towards her and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. Your cheeks slightly warmed as you looked at her questioningly, before chuckling as you understood. Kissing her forehead in return, she grinned, cheeks pinking in the sunlight sifting through the room. Once she seemed satisfied, the girl whipped around, clapping her hands together as she scanned the array of items on the counter.
“Alright! Lets do this!”
The process of making the batter went by smoothly, up until it was time to put in the chocolate chips. As you turned to grab the bag, flour hit you square in the face. The white powder clung to your cheeks and forehead as you blinked, attempting to figure out what just happened. Slowly trailing your gaze up from the surface to Ruby, you found her grinning, hand already back in the flour bag. Your eyes blew open in surprise and a little bit of fear. You then lurched forward, grabbing the ingredient to keep your girlfriend from taking any more. Before you could think, your hand had descended into the pouch, launching some at the black and red haired girl who stood stunned.
A dangerous fight ensued, ending in a catastrophic mess all over the room. Flour coated almost every surface, making it look like it had just snowed. Once you and Ruby realized, your eyes met, the silence being shattered by your fits of laughter. Both of you looked ridiculous, flour covering your heads and clothing. The giggles slowly subsided, Ruby’s expression turning more solemn. There was a lonely tint to her silver orbs as she gazed out the kitchen window, and it was then that you realized how much really lay on her shoulders.
“I wish things could stay like this forever...”
Her tone was sad and resigned, the sound faraway even though she was standing right in front of you. Your own smile fell, brows furrowing in worry. Throughout her life, Ruby had never really relied on anyone else. She picked up each and every burden with a grin, promising not to let everyone down. Asking for help was a skill the girl had never mastered, and even now, it took almost a year for her to open up to you. Just as you opened your mouth to offer comforting words and check on her, Ruby’s eyes snapped back to your own, her smile returning to her face.
Omg I'm loving v6 so far even though the gang got split up again. But that's just for some team development. Can I get a drunk Qrow that's very clingy to his s/o and they have to just walk around with him clinging to him. Saying that he shouldn't be around them bc of his semblance and his s/o shushes him with a long hug.
It was hard to walk in a straight line, but not for the reasons most people would be led to believe when you’d later recall the memory. Your body felt heavy and your limbs hard to move as you walked out of the bar. It was glowing in the darkened evening, bustling with activities that only grew quieter as you put distance between it and yourself.
It was hard to walk straight, but it wasn’t due to a single drop of alcohol--well, none that you consumed, at least. No, there was a man hanging off your body, limbs gentle but firm in how they wrapped around you, his face pressed to your shoulder as he walked with a just-off gait to give away his drunkenness.
“Dunno why you don’t have a lil’ drink,” the man, Qrow, said with an amused slur to his words. “It ain’t gonna kill ya.”
“You drink for the two of us,” you said in a quick response, a smile already on your face from spending the last several hours with him.
You gently adjust the man so his elbow isn’t digging into your side, but it’s rather impossible to completely detach him--you’ve long since learned not to attempt. Qrow was always rather clingy when he got a bit drunk (at least when he was around you).
“If I got drunk, who would be able to get you home?”
You felt the man’s face nuzzle against your shoulder again as he seemed to mull over the reasoning, finally letting out a soft noise of annoyance.
“I’d figure somethin’ out,” The man drawls, body leaning heavily against your own. “Shouldn’t be relyin’ on y’like this anyway.”
Maybe it was how he said it, or maybe it was the sudden shift in the air between the two of you--or maybe even the way you felt one of his hands tighten around the material of your short in a fleeting moment of vulnerability. It passed quickly enough, though the concern lingered on in your mind as you opened your mouth to ask,
“What do you mean by that?”
“Babe. Sweetheart. Darling,” You stopped walking as Qrow’s overly-sweet petnames felt too heavy in the air between you. “You remember I’m a walkin’ bad luck charm here right? Surprised y’only dropped one glass tonight.”
“It was a little accident.”
“It was my friggin’ semblance bein’ like it always is.”
It’s hard not to feel worried over the hardness of his tone--a man who’s had many years to accept the fact that bad things just happened around him....and those he loved.
He didn’t give you any time to respond. You felt his arms cling tighter around you, his body close and his face almost pressed into the crook of your neck.
“Why are ‘ya even around me? M’gonna get you hurt. Don’t deserve ‘ya...”
His voice fell into a soft mutter as his lips pressed to your neck, his drunken stupor having rubbed away most of the walls the man so often kept up.
Your arms naturally fell around him, holding him tight against you as your bodies started to rock gently, back and forth. The motion seemed soothing, as Qrow didn’t continue with his mumbling and simply enjoyed the moment.
“You’re gonna have to do more than get drunk and have an emotional crisis to get rid of me,” You promised him. “I’m here for you, Qrow, no matter what.”
He was silent for a moment, contemplating something before he let out a sigh against your skin.
“No matter what?”
You rolled your eyes and moved one hand up to his head, gently stroking through his dark locks.
“No matter what,” came your gentle, reassuring echo.
It was a sweet moment. Qrow sighed into your skin, his hands on your back and feeling so warm, so strong, so loving.
Hey love I love your rwby stuff sooo much. Can I ask for a 2nd yang x armless S/O with yang be intimate with the S/O for the first time since she lost her arm and is insecure about it and niether of them have the robot arms to make it more comfortable.
Awww thank you <3
You leant down to kiss her, Yang awkwardly stroking your roboticarm “Hey, you don’t need to,” you whispered.
“I don’t want to feel self-conscious about my arm…or lack of,” sheadmitted.
You thought for a moment and took of your own arm and placed it onthe floor beside the bed. Yang followed suit, her fingers stumbling until youtook over and the two of you gently detached the prosthetic.
Yang pulled you in suddenly, you fell on top of her and she kissedyou hard. You could feel her trembling subside as the kiss deepened. Sherelaxed and let her hand slip up your shirt, you made a move to sweep her hairaside but chuckled as you realised the mistake and only your shoulder moved.
You could feel Yang laugh beneath you, as the two of you workedout how to undress each other. You relished in the feeling of her warm nakedbody pressed against yours. You squeezed her breasts, learning what touches madeher moan and shiver.
Without warning, she pushed you onto your back, straddling yourhips “I want you,” she whispered against your lips.
• She is shy about PDA, but when you two are alone she showers you with affection.
• You are the first to confess, but you don’t force her to say it back. It happens after you are almost eaten by a Grimm.
• Because of her busy schedule, you can’t go on many dates. She still tries to spoil you. She gets you flowers randomly and, every couple months, she takes you on a date.
• You try to go with her on set, and cheer for her when she fight in a tournament or has a press conference.
• She is easily scared by noises and unexpected touches, but loves it when you surprise her with hugs or kisses.
• You can’t give her a compliment without her blushing. Usually it doesn’t really matter to her because most people try to get close to her because of her fame, but with you she knows you compliment her for who she is. You make it your personal goal to make her blush, and she doesn’t mind.
• After the battle with Penny, she keeps having nightmares about the moment she killed her. She sneaks into your room and cuddles with you. You hold her close and trace patterns on her back to calm her down.
• When one of you has a rough day, you two sneak out at night and camp on the fields near the academy. You stargaze and talk about destiny until you fall asleep.
• When you sleep together, she is usually the little spoon. While you fall asleep together, one of you usually ends up on the floor.
• Jaune and Weiss are a little jealous of you, but the rest of team RWBY and JNPR ship you.
• It was actually Yang and Nora who helped you two get together.
• On your anniversary, she takes you to a nice dinner in the best restaurant in Vale. This is when she first says she loves you.
(Keep reading only if you saw/accept how V3 ended, I’m sorry I’m on mobile and I don’t know how to make the cut thing)
• After Cinder kills her, you take her weapons. You may not be as skilled with them as she was, but you learn.
• You swear to avenge her, and hunt Cinder and the white fang.
• When you find them, you almost kill them. You remember that Phyrra wouldn’t want that, and stop last moment. You end up getting hurt when they escape, but they are now scared of you. At least you made sure they won’t hurt anyone you love again.
Well… it was labeled a semblance. But you saw it as a curse.
A nobody.
You see… you could turn people to stone with a single glance into their eyes.
A freak.
Your curse couldn’t be controlled. No matter who or what you looked at, they all became stone before they could scream or cry for help.
No one wanted you.
You tried in vain to control it and failed every time.
Not even your own family.
Cursed with immortality, you lived through thousands of years of pain and loneliness.
Forever alone, forever hurting.
You buried your own family, crafting mock graves with their own statues acting as headstones and bundles of clothes acting as mock bodies.
Countless stone corpses.
………………………...
You cursed at everyone for years; the Gods, your parents, the people who feared you and exiled you to a cave among the snowy mountains.
And then you met him.
Him, the man who lived just as long if not longer than you had.
Him, who was all silver tears, broken hearts, and empty eyes.
Him.
Ozma.
Ozpin.
A man with many faces.
A man with many names.
A man you met by accident.
But a man who understood your pain.
………………………...
You ran into him first when feeling carefully through the foliage around your cave in search of some kind of food. You noticed his silver hair and green clothing that seemed to blend in before you clamped your hand over your eyes with a shriek,
“LOOK AWAY!” You had screamed.
You didn’t want to hurt anyone else.
He was curious, asking why and coming closer despite you crying out and backing away, his cane of sorts tapping against the stone of the cave opening. You turned and blindly stumbled through the foliage and underbrush and snow, branches whipping at your arms and face, cutting into the skin and causing blood to well up. Stones dug into your feet and made them bleed, leaving bloody red footprints behind you in the white snow.
Tears streamed down your cheeks, the dampness of your cheeks turning into a biting chill in the cold air.
Then you were faced with a familiar sound, the growling, and snarling of Grimm.
A Beowulf.
You could hear the man behind you gasp and call out for you, but it was too late. You turned and looked into the glowing red eyes of the beast, and it froze, stone seeping out from its eyes like water and encasing its whole body until it grew too top-heavy and crashed to the ground, crumbling and falling to pieces like the stone statue it was.
The man behind you was silent for several moments as you caught your breath and winced; your feet ached from the stones cutting them, and your arms dripped blood from the branches and thorns. Then, there was the sound of footsteps and tearing fabric.
“Stay away. Or you’ll end up the same as that thing.” You sobbed, bloody hands pressed over your eyes, and you heard the man come closer. A soft hand placed itself on your shoulder and the other pressing something into your hand, a strip of cloth. A blindfold?
“On the contrary, I think I can help. My name is Ozpin, what’s yours?”
The pulsing music and flashing lights made your head spin, your grip on the cup in front of you tightening in an attempt to keep you steady. You were leaned up against the bar, fingers wrapped around a glass of ice water while the others tapped impatiently against the umber wood. Being dragged to a club for a mission was definitely not the ideal way to spend your Saturday evening, but you supposed it was fine since your girlfriend was the one accompanying you.
Cinder had argued with Roman for a good twenty minutes about your assignment, stressing the fact that tonight was one of your rare nights off. The squabble had ended with a blade to Torchwick’s throat and you hastily stepping in, insisting that you didn’t mind. You did mind, a lot actually, but needless conflict would only cause more tension at the already suffocating base. Roman had sent you a soundless ‘thank you’ with his emerald gaze, to which you responded with a harsh glare.
It made your heart sing with joy to know that Cinder cared that much about your wellbeing and comfort, a slight smile seeming perpetual on your lips as you rode to the nightclub. Your girlfriend was a little more than peeved, her knuckles turning white from the force of her hold on the steering wheel. All she wanted was to get this over and done with so you could enjoy a bit of time without sleazebags breathing down your neck.
She had long since disappeared into the crowd, off to carry out the mission while you were left on look out. When you had offered to go with her in case something went wrong, Cinder had immediately shot you down with a strict scowl. Mouth shutting instantly, you silently retreated to the bar where you were now situated.
Throughout the night, you had felt your fair share of looks from drunken men, their eyes trailing up and down your figure without a lick of shame. You were getting anxious now, seeing that one particular male began to make his way over, almost tripping multiple times. It would be easy for you to knock him out, but doing so would jeopardize the mission your girlfriend was working so hard to complete. Eventually, the man stopped, pressing himself against the counter dangerously close to you.
“Why are you here all alone, baby girl? Your man leave you?”
Your nose wrinkled as his sour breath fanned over your face. Choosing not to answer, you instead sipped your water silently, focusing all of your energy on praying to whatever deity listening that Cinder would finish up as soon as possible. The man’s brows furrowed at your lack of response, and he decided to grab you, his heavy hand landing on your arm with a lazy thump. You flinched, attempting to tear away from his grasp quietly.
“Playing coy? That’s not much fun-”
“Hands off.”
Cinder Fall’s icy cold voice reached your ears, a tsunami of relief washing over you instantly. The stranger flinched at the sheer harshness of the sentence, his grip loosing just enough force for you to pull your arm away. You felt a comforting, warm hand place itself comfortably onto your hip, and you had to hold back your smile. Your girlfriend nestled you against her side as she stared down the idiot who chose to make a pass at you. Said man was only just now recovering from your detachment, his eyes raking up and down the female beside you.
“Well, hold on now, princess. I can get to you in just a minute, me and your friend was having a chat-”
“I’m not your princess. And if you don’t want me burning down this fine establishment with only you inside, I suggest you leave.”
Cinder’s smoldering amber orbs let the male know that she meant every word leaving mouth. You heard the crackling of fire, glancing over to see your significant other holding a burning blaze in her free hand. The stranger didn’t need another warning, scampering off as quick as he had come. You gratefully released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Cinder trailed her gaze over to your eyes, her fiery glare instantly being replaced by a passionate adoration and a small amount of concern. The hand on your hip gently tugged you a bit closer, your cheeks heating at the proximity.
