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Archive of Our Own
Probably a dream about living in a distillery with free refills for his flask, or maybe a nightmare where the Kingdoms have enacted worldwide prohibition of alcohol. She pries herself from the warm, comfortable mattress (now held securely in a reinforced bedframe after an unfortunate incident) and pads over to the kitchenette. Oh wait, something's wrong and she should probably find out what it is. She lost her train of thought for a sex-...for a second there. How is it that I grew up poor and you grew up owning most of Atlas and somehow you’re the one who had a deprived childhood? He likes seeing her out of uniform, she looks damn good in civilian clothes, genuinely beautiful, while in her uniform she just looks exceptionally fuckable. Winter: What happened to your little speech about General Ironwood turning his back on Ozpin? Qrow: Oh, that? We cleared that up. Turns out, Jimmy was just dumber than he looks. We can just glare at each other from across the table to cover up the sexual tension while you complain about how much you hate me. When he did remember it, though, it was fun. They'd watch some dumb cartoon or something and drink as increasingly silly things happen. Then somehow one of them would start cuddling the other and suddenly whoops there goes your pants, dunno how that happened. Gambling is a waste of time & money anyways, and only one of those is an infinite source for me. But yes, I do have two siblings. One of whom I love to death and the other I...tolerate. Joanna: So to be clear, you don't wanna press charges against that Branwen guy, right? Winter: If I'm being honest, I'm mostly angry at myself for how I behaved last night and today. I chose to go crazy on the roulette table. I chose to accept his challenge and follow him around the casino. I asked him to take me back to his room when I got drunk. I was angry he offered me his ring as if it meant something so i took it. I got mad because...because I was ashamed of myself. Joanna: SO what you're saying is, that Qrow guy was alright, you were just mad that you finally caved to having one more night of fun in your life than you were allowed to. Joanna: Definitely a catch in your book. What else? WInter:... I've never wanted to stare at washboard abs so hard... Joanna: Eeek! You're in love! Winter Schnee has finally met her match! Good thing too, considering how much this has blown up in the past sixteen hours. Winter: I never said that! I said he was an intriguing rascal who was moderately intellectually and physically attractive but who ultimately fails to provoke any deeper emotion from me than anger! In spite of all of his affairs with countless women, Winter stood out in his mind as the kind of woman who would be difficult for him to deal with but one that he could have something real with. Winter: Well then who are you attracted to? Qrow: You really want to know the answer to that? Winter: Do you honestly think that I'd ask that question if I didn't want to know the answer? Qrow: I've liked a lot of women, I've been with a lot of women... but there is only one woman that I actually am attracted to. Winter: And who is that? Qrow: I don't think you'll like it... Winter: ... Qrow: I may not always find you to be easy to deal with, Ice Queen, but I am attracted to you. Winter: That's General to you, Branwen. Qrow: Remember when you used to call me that? Winter: I distinctly try my hardest to repress those memories. Qrow: Am I that hard to forget? Winter: You were extraordinarily terribly if I recall correctly. Qrow: The stains in my sheets always told a different story. Qrow: How did you know that one was me, anyway? Winter: Simple. You're the only bird that stares back at me, among a few other things. Winter: Does this meet your approval, sir? Qrow: Perfect. Only thing that would make this better would be if a hot woman was sharing a drink with me. Winter: Even if I wasn't working, that will never happen. Qrow: Who said I was asking you to join me, anyway?" She took a step forward into his personal space. He didn't move, he only stared. The only time she was ever this close to him was when she was trying to strangle him. Weiss: He beat me and the others to you when we got here. It was over so fast that we didn't even get a chance to help that much. He was...somewhat terrifying. I've never seen Ruby's uncle so furious before. But the way he held you in his arms afterwards. It was... I honestly have never thought that a brash, rude, walking liquor keg like Qrow could be so tender. Winter: Where is he? Weiss: I kicked him out. Being a Hunter, I've lost people I know, people I've worked with. Friends and even family. But you're on a whole different category, Winter. Not even the best goddamn whiskey on Remnant can make me forgive myself if I ever lost you. Of course her name was Winter. If there was a God, their primary objective seemed to be sending women named after seasons to break his heart. Qrow's voice came from behind her, clear and unmistakable. Winter nearly jumped out of her skin. She panicked for half a second, wondering if finally allowing herself to think of him had somehow summoned him, like some kind of spell. Qrow: Too many fucking buttons. He mumbled to himself and ignored the stab to the heart that he felt as he said it. I mean, yeah. I guess I just like being surrounded by snow and pricks with sticks up their asses. Winter had a million questions, a million protests tucked away in her mind (and her jacket pocket), but instead she simply just thanked her mom. Ironwood: What do you want, Qrow? Qrow: How did you know it was me? Ironwood:Most real birds don't smell like a bar. You fuckers are all like this, but you're worst of them all. She's fucking brilliant, and you shove her away in the Stealth department just so you can benefit from her last name without her actually knowing what you're up to. None of you actually take her seriously, when she's probably the best damn Huntress Atlas has had in a long time. And she just takes it, because she feels like she has to make up for everything her family has done. And that's the worst part. She blames herself for everything because she doesn't realize that you're taking advantage of her. Qrow: I don't want you to feel like you're building your future around me, like you did with everyone else. Winter: No, you're right. I want to build it with you. We'll make our own circumstances ourselves, together. It was no surprise that Winter Schnee liked to be in control. It was also no surprise that Qrow was more than happy to oblige. And what kind of man am I exactly? Charming? Handsome? Good in bed? Not like Jimmy knows anything about the last one. He's not my type. Qrow: I already have kids. Winter: Wait, you have children? Legitimate I hope? Winter: Even though you were...adequate...there's no way I can ever see you and I at the altar. Qrow: Good enough for me. Like I'd ever want to raise whatever Schneespawn that emerges from you. Qrow's world is beat up and torn around the edges. But when Winter smiles, it isn't as bad. Winter: Come on, you've seen me smile plenty of times. Qrow: You're right. I remember it well. When you smiled, the whole place lit up, and you were the prettiest girl in the room. And so it was that their superiors/friends would send them on "top-secret-no-you-cannot-bring-your-nieces-along-Qrow-and-no-killing-each-other" missions in the middle of nowhere. How was he supposed to know that metronomes didn't transform into more practical crescent shapes for difficult notes? Obviously those...those...key-thingies and um...string-wingies were significantly less intuitive than weaponry. Winter: Where did you get that whiskey? Qrow: I found it in a stash Winter: What stash? No one here has a stash. Qrow: Now that I think about it, I did find it in a weird spot. It was in a room full of food and other drinks. Winter: That's...the pantry. Qrow: Oh, is that what it was? Sorry, I'm not used to what you rich people have. Winter: I hate you. Ruby: We're gonna be here for a while. Weiss: I was afraid of that... Ruby: Why? Do you need to get back to your company? Weiss: Oh, no. My company is in safe hands. It's Qrow and Winter being in the same building for an entire day that has me worried. Winter: What do you want, Qrow? Qrow: Nothing. Just enjoying watching you flail around like a crazy person. Winter: I'm not crazy. Qrow: Sure. And I stopped drinking. Qrow: And I wonder if Klein still has some of those old holiday photos. Those were some pretty embarrassing accidents. Winter: Let it go. Let. It. Go. Qrow: Can't hold it back anymoooore~ Qrow: Hey, Firecracker. Yang: S'up, Qrow. Qrowski. Qrowsicle. Qrowseidon. King of the Qrowcean. Qrowtato chip. Qrowtein shake. Qrow-yo. Qrowfessor. Qrow: You done? Yang: Sorry, I have like years of these stored up...Qrowboat. Qrow: How are you? Yang: My hangover is killing me, thanks for asking. Qrow: I didn't ask about your hangover. Yang: I know. Because if you did, your response would be- Qrow and Yang: Welcome to the club! Qrow: I'll be with you every step of the way... Qrow: ...in your pants. Get it? Cause' your scroll is in your pants po- Winter: QROW! Shh shh shh...no one likes spoiled ice cream... Winter: Are you out of your mind?! You could've costed me my job with what you just did! Qrow: "Could have". I'm guessing that means that you still have one? Of course, I remembered the vibrator but not my damn weapon. Qrow: Do you mind opening this door? Winter: I have half a mind to run you over with this car. Qrow: And maybe that other half apparently wants me inside you as soon as possible. Winter: Unfortunately for you, that side is losing right now. Qrow: But you're not denying that it exists. Winter: Oh, you're just full of yourself. Qrow: Actually, you're full of me right now. To make matters worse, he hears the bathroom door opening right as the realization hits him. So, Qrow defaults into the most basic survival instinct he knows. In an instant, his body is compressed into a tiny, feathered frame, and as Winter emerges with her hair wrapped in a towel he can only manage a startled squawk. Winter decides that this must be what purgatory is like- waking up every few weeks in a different room but in the same situation, always reluctant bedfellows with a man she despised but couldn’t seem to get away from. Winter: What happened last night? Qrow: The usual. I think we one-upped ourselves this time, though. You’re gonna need a new couch. And resurface some of the walls. And don’t quote me on this, but I think the bed is slightly tilted Memories of the night before spring unbidden to her mind. She breathes deeply and makes a calculated, tactical choice. It is either this or homicide and hurriedly flinging the corpse into a ravine. Off comes the shirt. Qrow Branwen was a better irritant than pepper spray. Qrow: When this happens again, wherever it happens- you make omelettes, I make whatever I can cobble together from the contents of the fridge. Or minibar, if it comes to that. Deal? Winter: Deal. Just so we’re clear, I’m only in this for the bacon. Qrow: At least I'm not the one who banged the guy their boss hates the most in his office. Winter: You're joking. Qrow: Poor Jimmy's going to need a lot of disinfecting wipes. Winter: Qrow! That struck a little fear into Winter. Never has she seen such imposing weaponry, and Ironwood had talked about Qrow's power in a fight, how he is reckless but controlled, how he can go all out but still be reserved. His mind played every time she smiled at him, every time they kissed, every time they fell asleep together, every time they fucked or snuck off to see each other. He had changed so much, they had changed so much over the last year he barely recognized them. He hadn't had a drink since he realized he was in love with her over a year ago, she was much less uptight than before. She had been by his side through the mess with Raven and becoming sober and he had supported her through her family breakdown and her mother's death. And it didn't mean anything to her. It did not help her case for why she was so eager to have sex with Qrow. Winter: What is this, a date? Qrow: A date? Nah, I think I'm too old to go on dates. Just take it as a "Compensation for getting you in trouble with your boss" or as a "Kinda sorry, Ice Queen", or my personal favorite, "Quality time with your favorite person to make up for your recent and unwarranted frustrations". Or some bullshit like that. Winter: Do your nieces know how much of a creepy old man their uncle is? Qrow: Does your boss know how much you actually like hanging out & sleeping with "creepy ol' me"? No fighting, no hunting, no military. Just two stupid emotional people having a fun time out on a date. The first thing you notice about this so-called professional you're supposed to shadow is that he snores like a pig. You board the airship expecting to meet tall, dark and brooding; the expert hunstman with a tortured soul. Instead, you get a pile of off-black liquor-soaked rags doing their best impression of a sawmill.