#fem qrow

[novankenn]

Jaune Arc of Orleans

An Uncomfortable Journey

Seriously?" Jaune whined as he held a device of pure malice and dread in his hands. It was an amalgamation of plastics, metal and circuitry.

"Listen kid." the stubbly, grimy and partially drunk man accompanying him spoke. "You wanted to go to Beacon..."

"I NEED to go to Beacon!" Jaune snapped at Qrow. "I NEED to!"

"Okay, okay, take it down a notch." Qrow lifted his hands in a pacifying motion. "YOU need to be at Beacon and the only way your scary as fuck mom would let that happen is if ONE I escort you there myself. TWO I swear on my life that you will remain physically safe and unharmed."

Qrow took a swig from his flask before continuing.

"THREE that I guarantee that as she put it, some loose legged hussy didn't get her hands on you..." Qrow grumbled, "and FOUR that I make sure when we are not in our private quarters that you wear a chastity belt to preserve your virtue for your future wife."

"This is stupid!" Jaune shouted as he threw the abomination ineffectually against the wall of their cabin. "Girls don't..."

"Exactly. Girls don't, and to be honest most guys don't either... you however are... special."

"Yeah special." Jaune grumbled as he dropped his ass onto the second of the two narrow beds that lined the walls of the private cabin. "So special that I'm being auctioned off to the highest bidder as a husband."

"Jaune I'm sorry that you're in this situation. I am." Qrow offered, "But you are not so stupid to not understand what is going on. You're a male from a reputable and distinguished family."

"I know, and of course that fact that Orleans is not only sitting on massive light dust deposit as well as the largest and most accessible Mutable Dust deposit on Remnant."

"Yeah, both of which your family has controlling interest in."

"But not the capital resources to engage in efficient and full scale mining operations."

"I knew you were smart kid."

"Doesn't change anything." Jaune snapped.

"Didn't say it did." Qrow replied. "Now if you don't have anything else but complaints I suggest we both take this chance and have a nap."

"And if I don't feel like it and want to explore?"

"Put on the belt, and have at it." Qrow had to suppress a chuckle at the sudden downtrodden look that crossed the young man's boyish features. "You know I'll unlock it as soon as you get back."

"I still hate it." Jaune grumbled.

"Then have a nap, or read something on your scroll. Play a game, or pray." Qrow suggested, "Just DO NOT leave this room without that belt on, or your mom will skin and tan both our asses. Understood?"

"Yeah, yeah." Jaune muttered as he climbed fully on to his bunk and rolled over his back facing Qrow who was lounging on his own bunk. Qrow remained flat on his back, his head tilted just enough that he could keep an eye on his travelling companion.

Qrow understood Jaune's frustrations. But there wasn't much that he could do to ease them. That damnable plague had forever changed the ratio of male to female... in the favor of females. Which did provide some plentiful opportunities for the more adventurous men of the world. But for those males born into more affluent or traditionalist leaning families, it was a suffocating weight upon their shoulders.

Being male was almost a curse. Your options for employment, schooling, recreation were severely limited by politicians, doctors and officials intent on keeping what remained of the those human and faunus that bore the XY chromosomes.

Qrow was an outlier. HIs skills, temperament and semblance making him much more suited for a role that for the last century and a half was a female dominated occupation. Yet as he watched his young charge, slowly succumb to sleep, Qrow thought that Jaune could be an outlier like himself. That thought caused the often drunken man to sigh, and silently hope that he was mistaken.

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Mutable Dust = A rare gray coloured dust that when mixed with other dusts takes on the properties of said dust. The ration is 30/70, so if 6 kilos of pure fire dust is cut with 2 kilos of mutable dust you in fact now have the equivalent of 8 kilos of pure fire dust.

[maskyartist]

okay imma finish this but yall have to promise to hype it up >3>

[madmanwonder]

(Ask Crossover) When people talk about Tai, they always mention "the whole team". Is that true Qrowe that he did it with the whole team, including you?

Crossover?

“Not. A. Word.” Qrowe grumbled about the damn old joke about Tai and the “Whole Team”.

[jellyfishsthings]

Hold Your Breath My Darling

WARNINGS: angst, like super angst, lovesick and whipped Spencer, earlier seasons Spencer, Hotch trained reader, Ex spy, fem reader, dying (or coming close to it), panic attacks, HOTCHNISS IS A THING bcuz i said so, typical criminal minds violence... there will be a part two soon, please let my know if I am missing anything else

requests are open

The ending was based on this fic by @nereidprinc3ss

part 1

It had been one month since the Incident—a term that spoke volumes without revealing too much. The Incident was the moment everything changed, the day the world they've fought to protect threatened to swallow them whole. One harrowing act of violence had almost stolen her from the living, leaving scars deeper than flesh, echoing through the halls of the BAU and private lives of those who cared.

For Aaron Hotchner, the air was thick with the weight of his own guilt. He wandered through days shrouded in shadows, each movement a reminder of his instinct to protect, to lead, to ensure the safety of his team. And how had he failed? He coped with drowning himself in whiskey after a long day's work—a futile attempt to numb the regret clawing at his insides. In the back of his mind, the echoes of her screams lingered. They came back to him every time he closed his eyes.

His office was dimly lit, the curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. He stared at a framed picture of the team at some holiday gathering, her flashing one of her radiant smiles, arms flung around Morgan and Reid. It should have been the happiest memory, but now it felt like a ghost lurking in the corner, reminding him of what could have been lost forever. Where there should have been laughter, the room was filled with an uneasy silence, punctuated only by the sound of ice rattling in his glass.

Then there was Emily, who wore her pain like a second skin. Each night, she gave in to silent tears that left her breathless. Hotch held her, wrapped her in his arms, wanting to lend strength but unsure of how to piece together the fragments of their shattering experience. It was during these quiet moments, swaddled in darkness, that they both recognized the fragility of their connection. What they had once built was now tempered by guilt and fear—fear of losing a woman, a kid practically, they had helped qrow and turn into the amazingAgent she was.

Meanwhile, in a sterile white room, Spencer Reid kept vigil at her bedside. He had transformed into a specter of the man he had always been. Days blended into nights, and he often felt unmoored. The memory of her laughter used to be a melody he longed to hear; now it haunted him. In the clinical light of the hospital room, he counted the rhythmic beeping of the machines, which stood stark contrast to the chaos within him. Every time he heard her heart, steady and strong, he found a flicker of hope. But hope was an elusive thing, dampened by the anxiety that had seeped into his bones.

Reid often found himself lost in thought, reflecting on the moments that brought them all together, the little things that made them a unit—a family of sorts. He remembered their case that had turned deadly, the precision of her instincts leading them into a dangerous trap. But he also remembered the resolve in her eyes as they fought, a fierce determination that now seemed barely a whisper in the sanctuary of her hospital room.

For a while, recovery felt like an unattainable vision—like a mirage shimmering just beyond their reach. It was a miracle she was still alive even in a sedated state. When she was admitted in the hospital the doctors wore horrified looks as they finally located her file, asking for goverment permission to unseal it and rightfully so. When Spencer himself read it he felt nauseous to his core and ready to lose his hold on reality.

Bones broken more than one time.

Broken back that function only with a chip insisted in the spine.

Various signs of abuse, which could be traced back to her childhood at eight years old.

Signs of sexual assault and rape to a terrifying degree.

She was covered in old scars.

Yet he knew that the worst damage must live inside her head. What a scary life she had lived. And she was only a few months younger than him. The memories that must haunt her ... he only felt sick at the thought, he could imagine how it would be like to live with them.

Still it made sense. How good she was at fighting, that she was an excellent shot, how quickly she adapted into this new lifestyle. He was filled with questions, how, why, are you well, I still love you you do not have to hide I promise. But he didn't have a choice and so he waited for what seemed an eternity.

Days passed, and with them came the wait. But her eyes still remained closed, and so did the door to their shared perception of certainty. A week turned into a month, and the seasons shifted outside like a clock wound down to a dim hum.

Then, one evening, under the flickering fluorescent lights of the hospital, a breakthrough came. Her eyelids fluttered, her breathing quickened, and suddenly—her eyes opened, revealing the storm brewing inside them. Spencer was at her side, gripping her hand gently, his heart hammering in his chest. Ready to fall down on his knees and thank every diety for bringing her back.

“Snoopy?,” he breathed out, the air catching in his throat. Using after what seemed the longest time the nickname he had for her, the one he only used because he was the only one who knew her crazy obsession with the cartoon.

Her gaze was unfocused at first, wandering into the corners of the room as if piecing together where she was. But recognition slowly dawned on her, and the corners of her lips managed a faint curve.

“Reid?” she croaked, her voice raspy yet threaded with life.

Spencer felt a swell of emotions. Relief surged through him, casting away the shadows that had clung tightly for weeks. “You’re back. You’re really back.”

She blinked, and as realization dawned fully, the weight of her condition pressed down on her. “What happened?”

The moment reverberated with unspoken understanding; the memories were shrouded yet defined by the pain they collectively held. But what mattered now was her presence, the warmth of her being returning to where it belonged.

Yet nothing would ever be the same again.

Her transition to get back to work was tedious and long, but she faced with extreme determination and stubbornness. But one bright Monday morning at the Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU), and the scent of hope lingered in the air like freshly brewed coffee. The team was abuzz with excitement—she was finally back after her traumatic injury. The office was a cacophony of cheers, “Welcome back!” and “It’s about time!” amid the clatter of keyboards and the rustle of paperwork.

She smiled brightly, radiating enthusiasm as she exchanged warm hugs and playful jabs. Despite feeling a little stiff, she was ready to jump back into the chaos that was the BAU. Her final physical test had gone splendidly, and she had passed with flying colors, much to the delight of her colleagues.

“Just don't overdo it, shortcake,” Derek Morgan chuckled, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You wouldn’t want to break a sweat before lunch.”

“I think my stitches would disagree with you,” she replied, tossing her hair back and puffing out her chest, “but who needs stitches when you have determination?”

She winked, but even she could feel the tight twinge near her abdomen as she waved dismissively.

A few hours later, as the excitement faded into the hum of agents at work, she started to feel a slight tugging pain. Her physical test had been strenuous, and perhaps she had overexerted herself a tad too much. Dismissing it as minor, she continued her duties until, unceremoniously, during a particularly animated discussion with Spencer Reid, she felt something give way. Looking down in horror, she saw her bandage had opened—one stitch had given it all up.

“Oh, come on,” she muttered under her breath. “Not now.”

The bathroom was not far, but the urgency and pain propelled her into a sprint that was definitely not recommended for someone still healing. She burst through the bathroom door, clutching her midriff, and locked the door behind her.

Meanwhile, after Snoopy had vanished for a suspiciously long time, Spencer felt a tickle of worry. She had burst into action rather enthusiastically, but it had turned into hours of radio silence. Ever the nerdy detective, his mind began churning. What if she had passed out? What if the bathroom monster had gotten her?

Spencer stood up, adjusted his glasses, and awkwardly edged toward the restrooms, bursting into the first one. Empty. Next, he slammed the door of the supply closet, scanned the room, found it empty, and moved on. He was a bull in a china shop—he knocked on a few more doors before finally giving in and charging towards the ladies’ restroom.

“Snoopy?” he called out hesitantly. “Are you in here? Did you win a new Olympic event—like bathroom hiding?”

Inside, she was struggling for a fresh bandage, maneuvering between the threading of her clothes, still trying to maintain a semblance of dignity despite her predicament. “I’m fine!” she half-shouted. “Just dealing with some wardrobe malfunctions. You know how it is!”

“Are you sure? You sound a little… flustered.” Spencer pushed through the door—pride was overrated, and so was personal space when it came to friends in need.

There she stood, half-naked, staring wide-eyed at Spencer. She was trying to maneuver a roll of bandages across her back, struggling with the awkward angles as she attempted to wrap around her injuries. The moment was a whirlwind of awkwardness and genuine surprise that left Spencer rooted to the floor.

“Oh, uh…!” Spencer stammered, his eyes widening. “I—Sorry! I didn’t mean to—!”

She blushed, realizing the comedic irony of a boy who often got caught in his brain's overdrive now turning into a flustered mess. “Spencer, a little warning next time? I’m just trying to change my bandages!”

“Oh! Right! Of course! Bandages!” He shuffled awkwardly, racking his brain for something—anything—that resembled confidence. “Do you need help?”

“Help?” she echoed, raising an eyebrow. “With what? Watching me struggle or ensuring a full-fledged theatrical performance?”

Reid swallowed hard and stepped forward, grabbing the roll of bandages. “I have a PhD in cognitive neuroscience, but bandaging wounds shouldn't be too complicated, right?”

She laughed, a melodic sound that diffused the tension as he gingerly held the fabric ready to assist her. “You say that, but let’s just put your academic prowess to the test.”

As he meticulously began to wrap her wounds, their banter threw open a door to easy flirting. “You know, if you hadn’t decided to writhe around like a fish out of water, I wouldn’t have had to barge in here like a raging bull,” he teased, focusing on the bandages but stealing glances at her.

She snorted softly. “And if you hadn’t decided to play the role of ‘Spencer the Bull’ and barged in like that, I might have had a more dignified experience here.”

“Next time, I’ll knock,” he agreed. “But first, if I let you get hurt again, I’ll have to rat you out to HR.”

She feigned shock. “Spencer Reid! How could you? Aren’t we a team?”

He didn’t dare reply immediately, wrapping the bandages with precision while his own cheeks flushed. “They also say you can’t handle a little risk in the name of love—because that’s totally what HR deals with.”

She grinned. “Oh please, they’d love the gossip. ‘Reid and Snoopy engage in dangerous bandaging maneuvers!’”

“Right?” He chuckled. “They’d probably get the wrong idea, and we’d spend our afternoons dodging accusations.”

“Accusations? Of what? Excessive flirting under the guise of medical assistance?”

Their eyes met, and the emphasis was palpable—a line they’d somehow danced across during the cheerful mockery. As the gentle laughter enveloped them, both realizing they had easily slipped into a territory where playful banter morphed into flirty undertones, Spencer’s heart thumped against his chest as he finished the bandage and fought the impulse to lean in a little closer.

“So,” she started, cutting through the air of comfort, “do we have a pact then? No more HR rumbles if you keep barging in on me uninvited?”

“I think that sounds reasonable,” Spencer replied, a charming smile emerging on his lips.

As they shared another laugh, an understanding settled between them—one wrapped in bandages, hints of crushes, and adventure, leaving behind awkwardness and opening the door to a world wrapped in flirtation and camaraderie, all set against the delightful backdrop of the BAU.

Tags: @sturnioloenthousiast

[waywardxrhea]

Brooke's Tuna-Tober 2024 Masterlist

Hey everyone! I was recently brough into the ranks of the ever wonderful Murdock's Tuna Team discord server and the legend @pastafossa came up with a list of prompts for us to write for the month of October! Instead of it just being angst or fluff or kinky, we have all three options per day and can choose one or combine to our heart's desire! I have a wide range of characters that I came up with ideas for a lot of the days and I can't wait to share them!

My little disclaimer as usual is that I am working part time and going to school part time, so I may not be super on time with posting day by day, but dangit, I'm gonna get everything posted that I have ideas for! It may end in November, but it'll be fine! I have also taken some of the days off because the muses weren't feeling them or any of the backup prompts, whoopsie!

Anyways! without further ado, my tentative list of writings for Tuna-Tober!

All pieces are written as character x fem!reader unless specified otherwise!

Day 1: Falling asleep in a hospital room (angst) - Spencer Reid

Day 2: “Why? Why do you love me?” (angst) - Qrow Branwen x fem!OC

Day 3: Role reversal (smut) - Matt Murdock (self reblog)

Day 4: “This isn’t you” (angst) - Bucky Barnes

Day 6: “Shh, I’ve got you now. I’m here.” (angst) - George Weasley

Day 7: Nothing underneath (smut) - Matt Murdock

Day 8: Overstimulation (smut) - Matt Murdock

Day 10: A hug that lasts a little too long (fluff) - college!Matt Murdock x gn!reader

Day 12: “I did it for you” (angst) - Sabine Wren

Day 16: Against a window (smut) - Din Djarin

Day 17: Tickling (fluff) - George Weasley x gn!reader

Day 19: Touch starved (angst) AND “I’ll always be there for you” (fluff) - Matt Murdock

Day 20: There was only one bed (fluff) AND “You were made for me, weren’t you?” (smut) - TBD [may or may not get to this one]

Day 21: Fainting/collapsing (angst) - Spencer Reid (self reblog)

Day 23: Father (angst) - Sam Winchester

Day 24: Drunken confession (fluff) AND “Shh, do you want them to hear us?” (smut) - Dean Winchester

Day 26: Under the desk (smut) - Matt Murdock

Day 27: Near death experience (angst) - Sam Winchester (self reblog)

Day 28: [prompt switch out] “I'm in love with you, and that scares me” - Bucky Barnes

Day 29: Forehead kiss (fluff) - TBD headcanons for multiple characters [may or may not get to this one]

Day 30: Road trip (fluff) - platonic Winchester Brothers

Day 31: Blanket hog (fluff) - Matt Murdock

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Blackbird: Chapter 7

Pairing: Stella x (Fem!)MC (Cirrus Qrow)

Chapter Summary: After the Trials, you and Stella return to Alfea. However, you're nervous to see everyone's reactions to your new addition to your physical characteristic.

Chapter Warning(s): Swearing

Chapter Theme: Somewhere only We Know - Keane

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip

A/n: None

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The both of you exit the vehicle and the driver helps you with your bags and the both of you see Bloom, Aisha, Musa, Terra and Kat waiting for the both of you at the front.

Stella's roommates hug the ever-loving hell out of Stella. Kat gives you a careful hug.

You walk up to Silva as all of the specialists eyes turn to you.

"Ahh, the Qrow has returned," He greets you

"Headmaster Silva," You greet him back

"How are your injuries?" He asks

"Just about gone," You answer

"Show us the wings!" Riven shouts

You look over to see Sky elbowing him. You chuckle, but you look around to everyone's eyes.

"Fine... Fine," You say

They appear by will and everyone begins to crowd around you, observing your new look.

"I hope this doesn't slow you down in your physique Cirrus," Silva states

"Not at all Silva," You say

"Tough gawking everyone, get back to work!" Silva yells

+*+

After training, you meet with Stella in her suite. The both of you lay in her bed, entangled in each others' embrace.

"Stella, care to join us out at Blackbridge?" Bloom calls from the common room

"As if I'm going to allow to give the commoners the satisfaction of them seeing my girlfriend," She says, "Have fun..."

"Come on, you barely go out!" Terra states

"Another time," You say

"You'll miss out then!" Bloom teases the both of you as they leave

"You're jealous that people will oggle at me?" You look down at her

"No, I just didn't feel like going," She says, "I just want to spend time with you."

"You have to make sure you'll make time for your friends too," You say, "I can't be your first choice all the time.. It's been about a week since we've returned."

"Fine," She says, "But, tonight... I just want to be with you. I almost lost you..."

"It should be the other way around," You say

"Either way, we almost lost each other," She says

"What was your mother thinking when she made the trials?" You ask

"She looked for someone with power," She says, "Once she saw you with The Blackbird, she began questioning everything that she did."

"How did she allow Darius, being controlled by Shadows to compete for your hand?" You ask

"They managed to slip by undetected," She says

"Your mother needs better guards or a system that detects things like that," You sigh

"Don't let my mother catch you saying that," Stella chuckles

+*+

The night grows into the room as the both of you lay in blissful silence.

"Love, I'm cold," Stella tells you, her hand trailing under your shirt

"We have a blanket right underneath us, princess...." You say, nearly gasping at her cold hand

"But I want your wing to warm me," She begins to beg

"You're insatiable," You chuckle

You sit up from the bed and your wings appear out of the slits in the back of your shirt. Lately, you've been having to cut holes in the back of your shirts, and jackets. You even had to get your uniform updated to compensate for your wings. It was a lot.

"you know," You begin, laying back down onto the bed, "Riven has been asking to see my wings every time we train."

"That man doesn't know when to stop," Stella rests her chin on your clavicle

"But, he's calmed down a lot since getting together with Musa," You say, "Like she's the only one who knows how to put him in his place when he needs to."

Your wing curls around Stella.

"Did I tell you that your wings are so soft?" She smiles

"Not until right now," You smile back

*Flora's POV* You open the door to your room after a night with your friends however, stop. You notice many molted back feathers all over the floor, and then see Stella wrapped in a black blanket... Well, it wasn't a blanket.

"Is that... Cirrus?" Musa peeks her he'd in the door

"Yeah, she's like... a bird," You try to guess

"Well, her last name is Qrow," Terra points out

"You know, if they get married, will Stella have Cirrus' last name?" Bloom asks

"Okay, that's enough, let the Princess and the bird sleep," Aisha shoos them back to their rooms

*Stella's POV* It was graduation day in the blink of an eye... You didn't want to leave your friends... But, you were also semi-excited to see what lay ahead of you, and Cirrus...

"I would like to bring up to the stage, The Crown Princess of Solaria, Stella," Silva announces

You slowly make your way to the stage, you look out to the audience and see Cirrus in the crowd of graduates.

"Coming to Alfea, I already had my life set out before me," You begin, "Become the Queen of Solaria, have a child of my own... But, after bonding with my suite mates, I realized that there was more to what my life was... I didn't realize until there were people I needed in my life. It really made me think about my life, and what I wanted... Although most of us may have a goal of where we want to be, don't forget the people that come in your life. To my girls, thank you; for everything, even when I was being my stubborn self, you lot always knew when to be there. To my love, Cirrus Qrow, you've brought out the best in me. I cannot imagine my life without you. To the life we'll make!"

Everyone cheers...

+*+

"So, Stella, what's your plans after tonight?" Kat asks

Your head turns and sees Cirrus talking with your suite mates...

"Traveling, Taking the crown, and at some point.... Hopefully, have a queen to rule at my side," You explain

"Snagging the Blackbird huh?" She teases

"Well, she snagged me first," You continue watching her

+*+

Once the party died down, you grab Cirrus to sneak away onto the grounds of Alfea, wanting to take one more gander of the school before you leave for good.

"Will you actually take the crown?" Cirrus asks

"When my mother decides to retire as queen," You explain, "And I want you, and my friends to be there with me."

"Are you sure you want someone... A commoner being at your side?" She asks

"Cirrus, I want you, and only you specifically to be at my side," You hold her face in your hands, "Not only you bring the best out in me, you know when to put me in my place; not everyone was able to stand up to a princess."

"Well, sometimes sunlight needs some darkness," She says

"I love you, Cirrus Qrow," You say

"And I love you, Stella," She replies

Epilogue

[bunnyyyuu]

Long rant I'm so sorry </3

I got curious again (I really shouldn't) so I went to that SENSITIVE ASS BITCH'S blog and the amount of ppl cheering for the removal of Yuujiology's account makes me sick.

LEGIT JUST BLOCK!! There's so so SO many fics where the reader calls the jjk men (or boys) daddy, yet people drool for it. There's SO many "taboo" fics where people beg for more, and it's ALWAYS sub fem reader.

The MOMENT we dom male/gn readers get something, it's fucking taken from us. I hate people, they need to mind their own fucking business.

And someone was shocked that we would side with Yuujiology? Like what. Why wouldn't we? You guys suck everything fun out of a fandom, ofc we'd be against you.

- 🐦‍⬛ Anon [Qrow]

idm the rant <33

but YES ITS SO LAME!! u can block people if u dont want to read stuff, no one is stopping u. i dont understand why ppl act like that button aint there for a reason!!

unfortunately, i think people see queer dark fics as more inherently wrong than straight ones. which SUCKS.

hopefully the goat yuujiology will return (ू˃̣̣̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣̣̣ ू)

[anironwitch]

Nitpick November 17

Okay, why don't we get more about Remnant's food cultures? I think food is a wonderful way to have environmental story telling and a wonderful to develop characters. It can also make a place feel more real.

I want to know what are most common and popular meals at each academy? I want to know if the food is any good at the dining halls? I want to have story telling by food.

More ideas below

I want to see more cultural exchange with food in the show. In maybe as part of Weiss's series redemption arc have one of the ways she opens her mind is learning how to cook and cook a variety of different cultures foods. Where she can learn more about the peoples and cultures. I want to see the progression of all the Schnee cooking journeys were all of them have learned the hard away of not putting metal in the microwave.

I want to see Ruby connecting with Summer with her cookie recipes.

I want to see if Qrow is a good cook. I have it head cannoned that he is a stellar cook, however has worked as a line cook. Giving the Sexually Competent Dirt bag line cook he has.

I want to see the trail rations hunters have. Are they any good. Do they vary region to region.

If RWBY wants to really be anime, shift away from the objectification of Women and Fems especially BIPOC. And give use food porn that rivals Ghibli

This might just be me since I am a big cook, I have worked as a bartender, have been cooking since I was four and love media with cooking as a part of the story and I wish there was RWBY could have this.

[novankenn]

Jaune Arc of Orleans

Land-Train... Waylaid

Jaune was panting, as he often did after having a vision from the Light. Most times he was only aware of just the meeting, and the sense of fulfillment and peace such meetings gave him... but other times. He remembered everything, instead of just fuzzy feelings. This was one of those times.

HIs hands were shaking as he recalled the grotesque beast the Light had bested. He did not know what it was, just that it radiated pure malice and hatred. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he rose to his feet and approached the sleeping form of his escort.

Jaune was sure they were about to be attacked, and even though Land-Trains were designed to shrug off such assaults, there was still a chance that injuries, or worse could happen. He had been warned, he had the power to change that fate.

"Qrow?" Jaune spoke as he reached out a began to gentle shake the huntsman shoulder. "Qrow!"

"Stop... sleep..." Qrow muttered as he tried to roll over.

"QROW!" Jaune yelled, accompanied with a jab of his finger into his exposed cheek. But still there was no response, or at least the one Jaune was seeking. Seeing no alternative Jaune reached out and played the ageless tactic of siblings everywhere. He pinched Qrow's nose shut.

Qrow flailed about, snorting and roughly twisting his head side to side.

"I'm up! I'm up!"

"We're going to be attacked!" Jaune shouted as the still groggy huntsman. "Did you hear me? We're going to be attacked!"

"Huh? What? I... quit yelling kid." Qrow commented as he attempted to blink the slumber from his eyes. "What are you..."

"We're going to be attacked!" Jaune once again shouted.

"What? When? How... how do you know that?"

"I just had a vision."

"Sorry, a vision?"

"Darkness encroaches! Death approaches!"

"Shit!" Qrow swore as he swung his lungs off the side of his bed and quickly got to his feet. After hearing about Jaune's previous visions and the warnings that foretold of the bandit attack... Qrow knew better than to just dismiss the young man's words.

"I'll alert the crews, you hunker down here." Qrow ordered as he pulled Harbinger from storage above his bunk.

"But I can..."

"I know you can, but I can't risk you getting hurt. Stay here! Got it?"

Jaune just nodded. Qrow nodded in return and reached up to pull the alarm lever. Flashing red lights soon filled ever compartment of the ten vehicle long land-train. It was common practice to have one huntsman or huntress per two vehicles. So Qrow knew aside from himself, and possibly any other huntsmen or huntresses on board as just normal passengers, there would be at least six abled bodies for the approaching fight.

That didn't include the crew members trained to provide fire support, via the roof mounted twin .50cal Ma Deuces. While standard rail systems were faster, there was something to be said about sturdiness of the tracked 10 ton armored vehicles. There was little aside from the largest of grimm that could really be considered a threat to this type of transportation.

"Stay here." Qrow commanded as he stepped out of the small private cabin, that was situated near the center of the series of articulate arm joined vehicles and pods.

Jaune remained where he was told to, in fact returning to sit upon his bunk. He was pretty sure he knew what Qrow was doing, or at least he thought he did. The other huntsmen and huntresses assigned to the land-train would need to be informed and defensive measures devised.

Jaune knew this would probably not be an issue if they had commandeered seats on one of the airships that did travel from Orleans to it's various trading partners... but motion sickness was a bitch and he did not want to suffer through an almost 24 hour long flight due to the multiple "hops" such travel required, due to mainly being short range cargo ships.

So it was the land-train, and a solid 60 hours of overland travel. Suddenly the loud rapid and heavy thundering thud of a multiple heavy weapons firing cut through the air. It had started... Jaune's warning had been issued just in time.

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[joshy-tomato]

Suddenly I recalled how one of the earliest theories about Oscar was he being a pre-transition spring maiden or the spring maiden possing as a boy (crazy times, i know) and my sleep deprived brain was like "you know what, that should be an au".

Like, imagine the original spring, the one that canon Raven killed, was able to tough up and Raven decided that she may be able to survive. However she was killed by grimm a few months after the Fall of Beacon. Not wanting to put the tribe in more danger than they already where just by taking her, she dicides to think on some random dude of the tribe or on the grimm attacking her, believing this way Salem wouldnt go after the tribe. So the power ended choosing a random host, that ended being Oscar, who had been recently questioning her gender and suddenly got the confirmation that she was, indeed, a girl.

Maybe she ended in the same white plane with Spring, has Penny and Winter did in Volume 8, and Spring told her to go into hiding and while doing that she found Ruby's group in Mistral, after Qrow told Leonardo that Raven could have the Spring Maiden.

Extra things:

The name I usually use for Fem/Trans girl!Oscar is Ambrosia "Amy" Pine.

Raven and Cinder plot could go that, after Spring death and Salem forces coming to the tribe, Raven and Vernal got scared and decided to pretend that Vernal was the Spring Maiden, maybe using Vernal semblance to trick Cinder. Their plan was that the night of the attack the tribe would evacuate and they would use the scandal of the fight to flee. That plan did not go well.

Who is Oz host now? Im not sure. Could be Amy still, that could be tragically hilarious. Im also thinking on Jaune, that is honestly an idea that I think is so tragic that I love it. Like, he lost his partner and love interest because of Maiden businesses, the man he partially blames for it is now part of him and that little girl that his becoming his new combat partner and surrogate little sister is a maiden too, and he and Oz blame themselves for ruining her life, believing that Amy deserved the life of a normal girl.

Amy temporarily hides her status as maiden by posing as a boy, but after Haven and with Leonardo and Cinder dealed with she ditches that. Weiss, Nora and Ruby helped with the overhaul, combat skirt on the way.

Thinking a way (excuse) for the group to still have to scort the lamp to Atlas (I to get Jinn to spill the tea) im thinking, the reason why they couldn't keep the Lamp in the vault is because Amy used the vault to temporarily seal Cinder inside, and for that they had to take the Lamp out. Amy and Yang having to go down the vault to save Raven (Vernal was already death by that point). Amy had to sit and hear the family drama with Vernal corpse on her side. Beautiful memory.

This is me, so we would be having saphic!Rosegarden, she would have found out about the drama eventually.

Amy fancies earth over other elements and is not quite fond of flying yet.

I'm not sure about her weapon, on one hand could be a sword or knives since Maidens seems to rotate towards them but at the same time and really fond of how canon!Oscar used Long Memory as a bat and blame star rail for this but Amy hitting people with a magical bat would be badass and hilarious.

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Crossover

How is Qrowe going to apologize to the young adult after flirting with him?

“Yeah. Sorry for last night.” Qrowe apologized with a casual laugh to the bemusement of Mirio.

[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

I just wanna say I’ve been watching this all for a bit. The whole rwde and anti rwde stuff. I just wanna say I hope you’re doin alright a little. This all seems like it sucks ass and just. It sucks that it all just looks like you’re talking to a brick wall.

And also thank you for being one of the few people who do call out the bullshit queer representation in the show, because i love that trans fems got representation and I love that there’s a canon lesbian couple, but when it comes to the main characters, it’s just queerbait. And as someone who’s transmasc and gay it’s nice to see you making content and talking about stuff like ironqrow.

Anyways sorry if this was awkward ^^’ just wanted to let ya know that you and the content you make is awesome!

Aww anon you are so sweet thank you for this kind ask! Honestly, yes they are being a brick wall and I suppose I should have realized that when they thought calling me a bitch was an a-okay thing to do. It's just very frustrating that people don't actually want to have a civil discussion and just immediately resort to name calling and ignoring what was being said.

Thank you so much anon! Yes having a trans fem character and a lesbian couple is a good thing, but at the end of the day they are all side characters that don't get much screentime and having two main characters being constantly being only coded as not straight is frustrating and fans deserve better then that. IronQrow is my current main OTP and hyperfixation right now lolz. RT's refusal to do things like confirm Yang and Blake have feelings for each other or letting Qrow be bi like CRWBY repeatedly joked about during volume 7 is so damn frustrating. All I can do though is sit in my corner and make my own content for people to enjoy lolz.

Hey that wasn't awkward I really appreciated it!!!!! Thank you so much for your ask, I love hearing from followers or even just people who find my content in passing lolz its a lot of fun!

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Tuna-Tober Day 2 - Qrow Branwen

pairing: Qrow Branwen x fem!OC

prompt: "Why? Why do you love me?"

word count: 2,500

content: this is honestly a bit of a dead dove, whoops. Grimm attack, weapon use (scimitars, hand crossbows, scythe, great sword, shotgun), blood, language, angst.

tuna-tober masterlist / main masterlist

dividers by: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more / gif found on comic vine

“All right kids, for today’s lesson we’re hitting the great outdoors! You all have gone above and beyond your training here at the school, so the headmaster has granted us permission to take it to the next level. After all, when you get to Beacon, combat training in a real setting starts on day one!” Rayne announced to her small class of future Huntsmen. An excited gasp filled the air before hands shot up into the air for questions. “Yes, Crystal?”

“Do you think we’ll run into any Beowolves?” the excited girl asked, practically vibrating with excitement. 

Rayne taught the class on Grimm at Signal. After years of hunting the devilish creatures, she had gained an understanding of them and knew their individual strengths and weaknesses. Up until now, the kids had never gone into combat with the creatures, they only knew how to take them on in theory from what she had taught them. So when the headmaster proposed the idea, it made her nervous. 

Her nerves had been soothed though by the plan the school board had devised going into the day, so she smiled at Crystal and nodded, telling her, “That’s the goal. We got a mission from the board saying that there’s a small pack that’s been destroying farm land. That’s where we’re headed.” 

“With a little bit of guidance,” came the voice of Taiyang as he entered the room, waving to the kids with a big smile on his face. 

“Mr. Xiao Long!” chorused some of the students as their combat teacher entered the room. 

“Don’t forget about your backup,” came a second voice as he entered with another small group of students behind him.

“How could I forget?” Rayne asked in a teasing voice as everyone gathered in the room. “Mr. Branwen and his class will be joining us, as well as Mr. Xiao Long,” she announced to her students. “Remember that, while, yes, we are going out to hunt Grimm, you are still in class. You are to follow all of our instructions if you want to stay safe. If you’ve paid attention in my class, you know that the Grimm are no joke. So remember to stay sharp out there.”

“Yes ma’am,” the students replied. 

“Now, the only real way to learn how to fight the Grimm is to do it yourself. So that’s what we plan on letting you kids do,” Qrow said. “We’ll be there if something goes wrong, so if you get overwhelmed we’ll step in. And obviously, you’re working under our licenses, so don’t blow it.” This last comment was met with some quiet laughs from the students. 

“And remember combat order!” Tai announced. “Get into groups before we get out there and use your skills and weapons to your advantage. If you can fight something ranged, let your ranged fighters go. If you end up in melee combat, work together. We don’t want any injuries, but we especially don’t want to accidentally hurt one another. Got it?”

“Yes sir!”

“Okay! Everyone grab your weapons and let’s go!” Rayne called, which resulted in her class getting up and heading out the door. 

There was a buzz of excitement in the air as they filed out, but she still couldn’t help her nerves starting to climb at the prospect of what they were doing. “It’s gonna be alright,” Qrow said, placing his hand on her shoulder to reassure her for what felt like the hundredth time since the inception of the plan. 

Tai nodded and reminded her, “The farmers said they’ve only seen three Beowolves on the property. With the students and the three of us, it’ll be a cake walk!”

Qrow chuckled and said, “I’m sure Ruby could take them all on her own, but we’ve asked her to leave at least one for the other students.”

A small smile fell onto her lips before she nodded and blew out an anxious breath. “It’ll be fine. It’s just three Grimm. They can handle three Grimm.”

As it turned out, there were more than three Grimm. The students successfully took down the three that were reported without any assistance from the teachers, but right as they were about to celebrate, a feeling of dread began creeping up Rayne’s spine. It was a feeling she always got when she sensed Grimm in the area. Turning around toward the treeline at the edge of the property, Rayne saw the red eyes of a lurking pack of Beowolves. There had to be at least fifteen of them. 

“Tai, Qrow, get the kids to-!” 

Before she could finish her sentence though, the beasts were charging at the group at full speed! Pulling her scimitars from their sheaths, Rayne ran toward the pack, hoping that engaging them in close quarters would be a distraction enough so the kids could get to safety. Rayne’s blade slashed through the underside of one of the beasts, but as it faded to dust around her, another lunged at her, which she stabbed in the throat before ripping downward. 

Taking in her surroundings, she saw a few of the Grimm had broken off and started to overwhelm a small group of students. Reaching into one of the small quivers she had on either side of her hips, she hit the button that would enable the arrows with combustion Dust at the same time as she hit the button to transform one of her scimitars into a hand crossbow. Once the arrow was loaded within a few seconds, she aimed right at the head of one of the Grimm before it could land a blow on the fighting student. 

The explosion downed the creature, and as it turned to dust, its fellows turned to look at where the attack came from. Right as they did, she activated her semblance and caused a bright sunbeam to refract off of the surface of her scimitar and into their eyes. “Go! Now!��� she shouted to the kids who nodded and began running toward where Tai was ushering the students into the safety of a nearby barn. 

Right before she turned around to engage with more of the combatants, she heard the growl of one of the beasts right behind her. She felt the air swish and saw the shadow of its great paw reaching into the air to attack before suddenly fading into dust, a whimper leaving its chest in its final breath. 

“Miss Beaux, are you okay?” asked Ruby as she skidded to a halt beside Rayne, using the blade of Crescent Rose to stop her momentum. 

“I’m fine, thank you, Ruby,” she told her with a gracious smile. 

“Gettin’ rusty?” Qrow asked with an audible smirk in his voice as he came to stand beside the two of them. 

“Just because I teach full time doesn’t mean I’m not still going on hunts,” Rayne countered before turning to face the pack of beasts who were now staring them down. 

“Ruby, go help your dad protect the others,” Qrow told her as his eyes darted around to make sure that all of the Grimm were solely paying attention to them. 

“But Uncle Qrow, I-”

“I know you can hold your own, and that’s why I need you with them!” Qrow said sharply. “If this goes sideways and any one of them breaks from the pack, I need to know that everyone over there is safe!”

“I’ll blind them so you can get through. Use your semblance,” Rayne told her with a nod. 

“Got it,” she replied as Rayne once again activated her semblance and Ruby dashed away, leaving a trail of rose petals in her wake. 

By then, Rayne had transitioned her weapon back into its scimitar form and it was just her and Qrow back to back as the beasts circled. With a small smile on her lips, she asked, “Like old times?”

“Like old times,” he confirmed before they both engaged in combat with the Grimm once more. The pair worked in tandem with Qrow using the shotgun feature of Harbinger to wound the beasts before Rayne went in and sliced them up to finish them off. 

They made quick work of the remaining six beasts, and Rayne thought they were done before suddenly she heard Qrow shout in pain behind her. Snapping her head toward the sound, she saw the remnants of Qrow’s depleted aura in the air as the Beowolf pinned him to the ground and snarled. There was another shout of agonizing pain as the beast dragged its claws over Qrow’s chest and crimson began to seep into the fabric of his coat. 

“Qrow!” Rayne shouted in horror before charging at the beast and laying it out within seconds. “No, no, no, no, no! This can’t be happening…” Rayne whispered as she dropped her weapons and began trying to stop the bleeding. 

Qrow spotted one final Grimm making its way toward the barn and lifted a shaky hand to point it out, telling Rayne, “Go…”

“No! Ruby and Tai can handle it,” she said as she picked up one of her weapons and cut off a piece of Qrow’s tattered cloak in order to hold pressure on the wounds. 

“But-” he tried, becoming weaker and weaker as blood began pooling around him.

“No, don’t you do that! Don’t close your eyes, Qrow,” Rayne whispered desperately as she watched his eyes grow heavy with every passing second. As misfortune would have it though, Qrow’s eyes began to shut and tears started to fall as she whispered, “I love you…” 

Qrow woke up what felt like seconds later in a hospital room. As he looked at his surroundings, he saw Rayne scribbling furiously in a journal, so he asked in a scratchy voice, “Making lesson plans?”

Rayne looked up from her journal and a smile made its way onto her face as tears jumped into her eyes upon seeing Qrow awake. “Thank the Brothers,” she whispered before closing the journal and scooting her chair closer to the bedside. 

“What happened?” Qrow asked as he managed to sit himself up in the bed. 

“Ruby handled that last Beowolf and Tai called the Vale emergency line to report a fallen huntsman. You were in and out of it while they brought you here,” Rayne detailed. A proud smile made its way onto her lips as she added, “One of your students actually unlocked his semblance when he saw what happened. As far as we understand how it works, he’s able to close wounds. That’s what stopped you from totally bleeding out.”

“Thank him for me when you go back to work,” Qrow said. 

“Why not tell him yourself?”

“I’m not going back,” he muttered, running a hand over the bottom half of his face as he sighed in frustration. 

“Qrow-”

“I’m not going back, Ray,” he told her firmly. “I was the reason those kids ended up in danger!”

“Qrow, we don’t know that,” she tried, laying a hand over his and giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“You know as well as I do that that’s a lie,” he snapped, pulling his hand away from hers in order to run it through his hair. “I don’t know why I ever let Oz sucker me into this job in the first place…”

“Because he knew you would have a great impact on the future huntsmen who will one day have our backs out there,” Rayne told him gently. 

“Or because he knew that something like this would happen where it would be a sink or swim situation for the kids! Well, I’m not letting that happen again. I won’t endanger them! I won’t endanger you again!” he nearly shouted. “You’re better off without me…”

His words stung and Rayne was quiet for a few moments before asking quietly, “Is this about what I said before you passed out?”

There was a silence that hung heavy in the air for a few moments before Qrow asked in a broken voice, “Why? Why do you love me?” The hurt and emotion in his voice made her heart ache, and all she wanted to do was reach out and comfort him. “All I do is cause misfortune wherever I go. It’s not safe with me. It could have been you that the damn thing got, and if that had happened I would never be able to forgive myself.”

“Because of that right there,” she said as he got up from the bed and began grabbing his clothes off of the rack the hospital workers had hung them on. As he ducked behind the privacy curtain to get changed, she continued, telling him, “You care so much for others. You protect fiercely, and even if you don’t like to admit it, you love deeply. You push people away because of your semblance, but have you ever stopped to think that maybe some of us don’t care?”

“But I put you in danger, I-” he said as he emerged in his clothes which had been cleaned and repaired.

Rayne held eye contact with him as she put her heart on her sleeve and told him, “I love you Qrow Branwen. If you can’t accept that, I understand, but I just can't deny my feelings for you anymore. I can’t keep things casual anymore with someone I love as much as you.”

“Then I guess we’re over…” Qrow said quietly as he grabbed Harbinger and walked out the door, leaving Rayne to figure things out on her own. 

this made me wanna watch RWBY again!

also yes, her name is Rayne Beaux and her semblance is light refraction 🤣🤣 since this was just a one shot i just needed to throw a bare bones character together, but once i get The Story of Us written more fully, I may have her make an appearance somewhere in there because I really ended up liking her!

a day late on Tuna-Tober, but i was a sleepy gal after work yesterday😅 this may well happen throughout the month but my school is also having an IT breakdown so i can’t really school rn anyways 🤷🏻‍♀️

taglist: @i-live-in-spite @reidmarieprentiss

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Blackbird: Chapter 1

Pairing: Stella x Fem!Knight MC (Cirrus Qrow)

Summary: After calling it official: Cirrus Qrow and Stella of Solaria have become one of the most popular couples in all of Alfea, Stella's mother suddenly calls her back to Solaria. But, not without Stella needing a knight's escort... Cirrus.

Chapter Warning(s): Fear of WLW intimacy, Sexual Tension, Semi-NSFW

Chapter Theme: Daydream - The Aces

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Flashback

A/n: None

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You step out of the shower after a day's training, beginning to throw together decent clothing for your date with Stella right as practice ended.

*Stella's POV* You stand in front of the mirror, continuously switching from one outfit preview to another.

"Stella, you okay?" Flora comes into the room

"I don't know what to wear," You panic

"Dude, it's Cirrus, do you see how much she simps over you? How much she loves seeing you in general? Not once have I seen her not smile when you come into the room," She smiles, "Hell, she'd be ecstatic if you just were just naked."

"I'd rather die of embarrassment than be naked in front of her," You lie

"Oh, what a shame then," A familiar voice chuckles, "I actually would have enjoyed that."

You turn to see Flora standing behind Cirrus. Cirrus smacking her lips together.

"Cirrus," You blush, "How long were you standing there?"

"Just the entire time," She says, chuckling

You could easily hear the slight hurt in her voice, but Cirrus was good to hide her emotions physically.

"All right, you two, let me change and I'll be ready soon," You say, ushering them out of the door

You shut the door but pause, taking a minute to process the fact Cirrus was hurt that you prefer not to be intimate with her. Or at least that was how she most likely processed the saying.

It was more... Like...

You were never intimate with a woman before; let alone the said woman is one of Alfea's greatest specialists. You've been intimate with others before. But none of which were females. You wanted to make your first time with Cirrus perfect. At least, you wanted to make it perfect for her.

You snap back to your reality and finally set out on an outfit.

*Cirrus' POV* "Where are you two going?" Flora asks out of curiosity

"Just out to a bar," You say, "Just a plain date night."

"You're taking a princess out to a bar?" She nearly laughs, "Are you basic?"

"Money isn't really a big thing in my wallet right now," You sigh in frustration, "Besides, she and I agreed that we'd just go out onto a plain date."

"That's a first that Stella wants something plain," Musa chimes in, "She's changed a lot since you two started dating."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Do y'all actually miss her old self?" You ask, jokingly

"I think you're the kind of person she needs," Musa says, "I genuinely mean that."

You sigh into a smile.

"Cirrus," Stella's voice brings all of you to her attention

*Stella's POV* You settled on plain high-rise jeans with a crop tank top. You watch in agony as she strides up to you. She props her arm above your head on the doorframe.

"Hey," Her tone drops a few octaves, "Come here often?"

You couldn't help but laugh. You press your hand against her abs and she takes a few steps back towards the door.

"Ugh Stella just get a hotel room," Musa sighs in frustration, "Cirrus, just keep her for the rest of the night!"

You grab Cirrus by the hand and make your way out of the suite.

+*+

The two of you sit on a high-top table in the far corner of the bar.

"I'm not offended by what you said earlier by the way," Cirrus breaks the awkward silence

"I know, it's just-"

"Stells, you don't need to explain yourself," She chuckles, sweeping your hand into hers

She gently brushes the back of your knuckles with her thumb. Her green eyes piercing yours.

"God how do you do that?" You ask, leaning back into the chair

"Do.. What?" She asks

"Eye-fuck me," You answer

"I don't know what you're talking about," She says

"You know what I'm talking about," You reply, trying to hide your smile

"I can assure you that I don't," She says, "It's probably my resting bitch face."

"Your resting bitch face consists of a very... Stern look. Like, your eyes say 'I want to kill someone'," You say, "But, right now... Your eyes say 'I will lay down my life for you'."

"Well, I would," She says, "For you, princess."

She kisses the back of your hand. Ever since you started dating Cirrus, you only liked it when she uses your princess title.

"I remember when you wanted nothing to do with me," You chuckle

"Yeah well, sometimes getting used is not the most fun feeling ever," She sighs

"I'm sorry," You sigh

"If me still being mad at you is a concern, it shouldn't be," She says, giving you a reassuring hand squeeze, "I forgive you."

"Not really easy to forgive myself," You sigh

"What's it gonna take for me to make you forgive yourself?" She asks

"Nothing really, it'll just be sitting there," You sigh

She gives you a hard stare...

"But, I'll try," You slightly smile

+*+

The both of you decided to take a walk along the barrier of Alfea after tiring out of being in the public eye. But, the two of you find a spot in the forest where eyes won't lay upon the both of you. You lean back against Cirrus.

"So... What is this... Big final you have to complete?" Cirrus asks

"Apparently there is a higher form of transformation magic, one that is far more powerful than our traditional transformation," You sigh

"You don't sound too thrilled though Stells," She says

"The issue is that..." Your voice trails

"That?..." She asks

"I have to make a great sacrifice," You explain

"Oh... Is Stella afraid to give up her walk-in closet?" She tries to make light of your situation

"No, heavens no," You chuckle, "I just... What if I die?"

"Stella, you won't," Cirrus sits up from the tree

"How would you know that?" You ask

"Because I will make sure you don't, princess," She smiles, "Plus, I may not have any magical knowledge, but I'm pretty sure your magic won't let you die."

You smile as you settle into Cirrus' embrace.

"What if I don't achieve it before the end of the year?" You ask

"Hey hey, slow down Stells," She chuckles, "We still have some time. So, it can be a worry problem for later."

"You know when to tell me the right things," You smile

+*+

Cirrus walks you back to your suite. The both of you linger by the doorway: not wanting the night to end.

"Thanks for... Walking me back," You smile

"Always," She smiles

You give her a quick cheek kiss and turn away from her to open the door to your suite. However, Cirrus puts her hands on your waist and turns you back to her. She snakes her arms around the small of your back and pulls your body to hers. She leans her head down and kisses you. You immediately return the kiss.

"Goodnight, princess," She smiles, placing her forehead against yours, her grip slowly ceasing on your body

"Goodnight, my little bird," You smile back, attempting to reach for the doorknob

*Cirrus' POV* You hated the nickname: bird. Anything involving the term. However, since Stella began calling you that, you've been liking it. Only when she says it though.

+*+

"So your date went well I presume?" Kat's voice chimes in as soon as you open the door

"Yeah," You sigh, hopping into bed

"Just 'yeah'?" She asks, "N-nothing happened?!"

"What was supposed to happen?" You ask, sitting up

"I don't know... Maybe..." Kat gestures hip thrusts

"Kat you can't be serious," You sigh in unamusement

"Come on, months into the relationship and neither of you have done the deed yet?" She asks

"I told her to let me know when to take her to bed," You sigh, "To which she didn't tell me yet."

"Wow, you're speaking like a true knight," Kat smirks, "Waiting for your princess to feel ready. Do you have some knight-lineage in your blood?"

"Frankly, I have no clue what my lineage is," You say

"That'll be a worry for tomorrow," Kat sighs

*Stella's POV* You lay in your bed after a day of your classes; attempting to relax and be mentally prepared for the next day. but, your mind was reeling... You couldn't shake the overwhelming fear of not achieving your powerful fairy form...

Just say when you want me to take you to bed, princess.

"T-take me to bed... Cirrus..." You whisper to yourself

You shut your eyes... Continuing to picture Cirrus. How you fantasized her hands roaming your body. Kissing every part... Your hand slowly snakes down your body, your fingertips making it past your waistband...

"Hey Stella? Flora knocks against the door frame

You immediately snap out of your Cirrus-themed fantasy and attempt to compose yourself as best as you could. You watch as Flora looks from the envelope to you. You're sure that she could see your heaving chest.

"You... Okay?" She asks

"Yes, now what is it?" You ask, sitting up in your bed

"A letter from your mother," She hands it to you

"Thanks," You tell her

You seat yourself at the edge of your bed, taking a deep breath.

"My mother is summoning me?" You reread the letter your mother

"Well, could be for something important," Flora says

"Odd she's requesting that I'd bring a 'knightly' escort to the kingdom," You state

"I know a good 'knightly' escort you could go ask," She says

You look at her as the corner of her lip curls into a smirk.

"Fine, just to make you feel better," You sigh

"Not make me feel better, make you feel better," Flora continues to jokingly taunt you

"Shut up," You sigh in annoyance

You stand up and throw on one of Cirrus' sweaters and begin making your way towards her dorm.

+*+

When you round the corner to her hall, Kat looks up at you.

"Got a date with Terra, room's all hers," She winks as she passes by

You lowly chuckle to yourself as you continue making your way to her room.

*Cirrus' POV* You throw your damp towel onto a nearby rack as you throw on a sports bra. Cold fingers trail across your stomach.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack," You sigh

"Sorry, I need to talk to you," She says

"Yeah? Your suite mates starting to hate you again?" You ask, throwing on a sweatshirt

"No, no," She says, "My mother is summoning me back to the kingdom."

"This... Concerns me... How?" You ask, genuinely

"She is... Requesting a Knight's escort," She says

"That's... One odd request," You say, sitting next to her

"But, it's not just any 'Knight', Cirrus," She says, looking at you

"Who else could be- Oh..." You catch on, "So... If I'm piecing this together correctly, you would like me to accompany you to the castle..."

She nods.

"When do we leave?" You ask

"We can leave tomorrow morning," She says

"Jeez Stella that soon?!" You ask

"I told you that it was soon," She says

"Okay," You sigh, "How long would we be there for?"

"She didn't specify..." She says

"Alright," You sigh again, "I'll start packing."

"You're the best," Stella says

"I try," You chuckle, getting your suitcase from under your bed

"I mean it, Cirrus," She says

As you stand back up, her hands wrap around your neck.

"My mother's unpredictable," She says, "Who knows what she'll have planned..."

"I can handle unpredictable," You smile

You take a step back and begin walking over to your drawers, looking for presentable clothing for the trip. As you were in the midst of re-folding a shirt, Stella's fingers trickle around your waist and wrap around your stomach.

"You can worry about that later..." She says against your shoulder

"Aren't we leaving first thing in the morning?" You ask, turning to look over your shoulder

"Yes but..." She says

Her hand travels down to your hip and turns you to face her.

"But?" You ask, cracking a smile

She doesn't answer you. But her lips find yours. Her hands find yours and guides them to the skin under her shirt. She gestures for your hands to travel up further. She uses her hands and presses them onto your shoulders, guiding you towards your bed. You climb into her lap as she falls back onto her bed. Cirrus' hands ghost over your breasts as she strips your shirt off, revealing your bralette. Her lips begin to travel onto your neck and her fingers slowly trail underneath your bralette.

"C-Cirrus hold on," You press your hands against her shoulders

"Oh, am I moving too fast?" She asks

"A little," You sigh

"Okay, then show me what you want for right now," She says

Your hands slowly reach back for hers, putting then on your bare hips.

"You may touch what is already bare," You say, "You also may continue to kiss my skin."

She chuckles as she leans her head back into your neck, slowly kissing it. Your body stiffens as her lips and hands gently trail across your skin.

"May I?" She asks

You look down at her, "May you what?"

Your stomach knots as her fingers caress your stomach.

"Kiss you... Here?" She asks

You nod, smiling.

"You may," You answer

You gently gasp as Cirrus stands from the bed whilst still having you in her lap. She gently lays you on the bed. You watch her kneel on the floor. Her hair tickles along your skin as her lips explore your stomach.

"Ci-Cirrus," You sigh

You could feel Cirrus' fingers reach underneath and curl your waistband.

"Cirrus!" You sit up, pushing her away

"Whoa hey Stella, I'm sorry," She pants, holding her hands up, "I wasn't going to... I promise."

"I'm sorry," You sigh, "I panicked. Please don't be mad."

"I'm not," She says, "I wouldn't move further until you tell me to."

You sigh into a smile, your finger tracing Cirrus' jawline.

"Will you lay with me?" You ask

She nods, then stands as you gently pull her into her bed. The both of you lay in silence. Cirrus brushing your hair was making your eyes grow heavy.

"Sleep, princess," Her voice soothes you

Chapter 2

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My RWBY Headcanons (subject to change)! If you are BIPOC and are commenting to talk with/correct me involving the headcanons that involve race (this includes identities like, but not limited to, Two-Spirit & Muxe which are for Indigenous people of North America and Mexico only [pls correct me if I'm wrong]) that's more than okay, otherwise don't try to argue with my headcanons. You're free to leave.

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[STRQ]

Summer- Japanese & Irish

Bi & Ambiamorous | Cis Woman

She/They

Raven- Japanese

Bi & Polyamorous | Trans Woman

She/Her

Qrow- Japanese

Gay & Ambiamorous | Trans Man

He/Him

Tai- Chinese (canon)

Pan & Polyamorous | Cis Man

He/Him (Doesn't mind They/Them)

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[RWBY]

Ruby- Chinese (canon), Japanese, and Irish

Pan, Ace, and Polyamorous | Enby

She/They/Xe

Weiss- German & Korean

Bi, AroAce, and Ambiamorous | Cis Woman

She/They

Blake- Maori & Japanese (canon?)

Bi (canon) | Whakawahine

She/They/He

Yang- Chinese (canon) & Japanese

Lesbian (canon) | Trans Woman

She/Her

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[JNPR]

Jaune- French (essentially canon)

Bi | Cis Man

He/Him

Nora- Nordic (essentially canon)

Pan & Ambiamorous | Trans Fem

All

Pyrrha- Greek (essentially canon) & Japanese

Bi | Trans Woman

She/They

Ren- Chinese (canon) & Japanese (canon?)

Bi & Ace | Gender Queer

He/They

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[SSSN]

Sun- Chinese (canon) & Korean

Bi | Cis Man

He/Him (cool with whatever)

Scarlet- Scottish & Japanese

Gay (Canon) | Cis Man

He/Him

Sage- Japanese & Maori

Straight & Ace | Whakatāne

They/Them

Neptune- Greek (essentially canon) & Latino

Pan | Trans Man

He/They

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[CFVY]

Coco- French & Chinese

Lesbian (Canon) | Trans Woman

She/They

Fox- African (specifically Kenyan) & Japanese

Bi & AroAllo | Trans Masc

He/They

Velvet- Australian (canon) & Japanese

Bi & Ace | Enby

They/Them (She/He sometimes)

Yatsuhashi- Japanese (canon)

Bi & Ace | Cis Man

He/They

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Maria- Indigenous Latina

Bi & AroAllo | Muxe

Any

Ilia- Indigenous North American (Sioux) & Latina

Lesbian (Canon) | Trans Fem

She/Her (Doesn't mind They/Them)

Pietro- African American & Latino

Straight | Trans Man

He/Him

Penny- African American & Latina

Lesbian & Polyamorous | Trans Woman

Any

Shopkeeper- Japanese (canon)

AroAce | Cis Man

Any

Oscar- Cuban & Indigenous Hawaiian

Pan | Māhū

He/They/Ey

Ghira- Maori

Bi | Cis Man

He/Him

Kali- Japanese & Maori

Bi | Tāhine

She/They/Ne

Willow- German & Korean

Lesbian | Cis Woman

She/Her (Doesn't mind They/Them)

Jaques- German

Straight | Cis Man

He/Him

Winter- German & Korean

Lesbian & Ambiamorous | Trans Woman

She/Her

Whitley- German & Korean

Gay | Trans Man

He/Him (Eventually, finds out about It/Its and uses those as well)

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Ozma/Ozpin- British & Filipino

Bi | Trans Man

He/Thon

Port- Dutch

Pan | Cis Man

He/Him

Oobleck- British American

Gay | Trans Masc

He/They/Thon

Glynda- British & Japanese

Lesbian | Trans Woman

She/They

Ironwood- British & Taiwanese (essentially canon)

Bi | Cis Man

He/Him

Lionheart- British & Japanese

Gay | Cis Man

He/They

Sienna- Indian & Chinese

Lesbian | Trans Woman

Any

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Clover- British American & Japanese

Gay | Cis Man

He/Him

Harriet- African American & Latina

Lesbian | Trans Fem

She/Her

Elm- Latina & Polynesian

Omni | Trans Woman

She/They

Marrow- African American & Japanese

Bi & Ace | Trans Man

He/They

Vine- Chinese & Japanese (canon?)

Bi & AroAce | Enby

They/She/He

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Robyn- Latina & Indigenous North American

Bi & Polyamorous | Trans Fem

They/She

Fiona- Irish & Icelandic

Pan, Ace, and Ambiamorous | Demi-Girl

She/They/He

May- Latina

Bi & Polyamorous | Trans Woman (Canon)

She/Her

Joanna- African American & Latina

Bi, Ace, and Polyamorous | Enby

Dey/Dem

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Cinder- Japanese

Lesbian AroAce | Cis Woman

She/Her

Neo- Japanese & Greek

Omni & AroAce | Genderfluid

All

Roman- Italian & Greek

Bi | Trans Man

He/Him (Neo can use They/Them)

Emerald- Arab (essentially canon) & Indian

Lesbian & AroAllo | Trans Woman

They/She

Mercury- Icelandic

Gay | Trans Man

He/Him

Tyrian- Japanese & British

Bi | Cis Man

He/Him (Doesn't really care)

Hazel- Hispanic & Polynesian

Bi & Ace | Cis Man

He/Him

Watts- German & Hispanic

Bi & AroAllo | Trans Man

He/Him

Salem- African American & British (The form we've known since the beginning and that she currently has clearly has locs, yet they made her human form white??? I decline the canon in this case.)

Straight | Trans Woman

She/They

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