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beestriker015 · 18 days

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Raven x sweet and bubbly male s/o

(This is an AU that takes place during Team STRQ’s time at Beacon.)

Most people know Raven Branwen as a cold and serious person, but much to their shock, there’s one person that she has a soft spot for.

That person….is a fellow Beacon student named s/o.

When she met s/o at initiation, Raven was at first constantly annoyed by his cheerful and upbeat personality, which is very similar to that of her team leader Summer.

“Ugh, as if Summer wasn’t bad enough, now I have too overly joyful nuisances in my life.”

Raven thinks to herself while silently staring at s/o with an annoyed gaze.

Despite being shunned and spoken to rudely on several occasions by Raven, s/o was persistent on befriending her.

“Please Raven! Our teams are going to Vale to hang out and I would really love for you to come too.”

He says to her while the stoic girl exits her dorm room.

“For the last time, I don’t want to waste my time being around you s/o. Now leave me alone.”

She says while rolling her eyes and walking away.

Overtime however, Raven began to respect s/o’s determination and even started to…like him.

“Hey Raven! I probably already know your answer, but would you like to hang out with me?”

Much to his surprise, the black haired girl agrees.

“Sure, I have nothing else to do anyway.”

“Really?! Awesome!”

He smiles widely, which Raven can’t help but find a little…cute?

After that, Raven and s/o slowly began getting close, causing a bit of a personality change that her teammates started to notice.

“Raven’s been acting different lately.”

Summer tells her other two teammates Tai and Qrow, the latter of whom is also Raven’s brother.

“Yeah, she’s a lot nicer.”

“I guess spending time with s/o has been a good influence on my sister.”

Qrow says before taking a drink out of his flask.

“Yeah, I’m beginning to think she might like him more than just a friend.”

“I think so too! I ship it sooo hard!”

“Of course you do Summer.”

Tai deadpans as the three continue talking about Raven and s/o.

Although she has yet to realize it, Raven’s teammates are right about her developing feelings for s/o.

Raven doesn’t catch on to how she feels about her friend until the rest of Team STRQ point out the obvious signs, much to her denial.

“No, s/o is a friend and nothing more. I don’t want to fall in love and I’m not interested in dating.”

She tries convincing herself, though ultimately comes to terms with her feelings thanks to her team.

“Fine, I like s/o a lot, but he probably doesn’t see me that way.”

Luckily, matchmaker Summer Rose is on the case.

After doing some prying, Team STRQ’s leader finds out s/o likes Raven too and proceeds to tell her.

“Raven! Raven! Guess what?! S/o does return your feelings!”

She tells her with barely contained excitement as Raven simply nods.

“Really? That makes things easy for me then.”

The confession s/o got from Raven was short and straight to the point, but he was ecstatic nonetheless.

“I love you too Raven! I’ll be the best boyfriend you’ll ever have!”

He pulls her into a hug, causing an ever so slight smile to make its way onto her face.

As a couple, Raven and s/o have a rather unconventional relationship.

Most if not all affection comes from s/o, not that he minds all that much, but Raven does hold his hand in public, which is something I suppose.

Jealousy is nonexistent because s/o is too positive minded and Raven sees being jealous as completely pointless due to her personality.

(Besides, no girl would dare try making a move on s/o because they’re all afraid of what his girlfriend would do if they did.)

Due to s/o’s overly kind and somewhat gullible nature, several people have tried taking advantage of this to get what they want.

“Hey s/o, I really don’t have time to write that essay. Can you please do it for me, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

“Umm, w-well…”

Luckily, he has his girlfriend to help him deal with these kind of people.

“No. S/o is not going to do your work for you. Don’t bother him again and go write that essay your own damn self.”

Raven glares at the student as he hurriedly leaves.

“Thanks for that Raven.”

“You need to learn not to be someone else’s doormat s/o. Be assertive and say no.”

“I understand, and I promise to try.”

“Good, because you’d be weak if you didn’t. Remember what I said about being weak s/o?”

“The weak die and the strong survive?”

“Exactly. You are strong aren’t you?”

“Of course I’m strong!”

Raven smiles in satisfaction.

“Good answer.”

True to his word, s/o is surprisingly a very skilled fighter, so he and Raven train together quite often, which she may or may not take too seriously.

“You lost s/o. That’s 10 wins for me and 7 for you.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you kept count.”

He says while getting up off the ground and dusting himself off.

“I never forget when it comes to combat.

“You’re so cool Raven.”

S/o tells her with stars in his eyes, not caring at all that she beat him.

The thought of Raven Branwen blushing sounds like pure fantasy, but s/o somehow manages to make that a reality.

“How’s my pretty bird doing today?”

S/o’s nickname for her makes Raven flustered every time, but only when he calls her that.

(Tai tried once, needless to say his nose is healing up nicely.)

Well into their relationship, Raven starts becoming more affectionate with s/o, but will snap at anyone who points it out.

“I love you pretty bird.

“I love you too s/o.”

She smiles sweetly at her boyfriend as Qrow snickers.

“Never thought I’d see the day when you’d become such a big softie sis.”

“Softie?! I’ll make you regret those words Qrow!”

“Raven no!”

Qrow runs for his life as his livid sister chases after him with her sword that she named Omen, s/o desperately trying to calm her down the entire time.

If s/o ever got serious hurt, Oum help whoever or whatever is responsible, for they will face the hellish fury of a pissed off Raven.

“For hurting my s/o, you deserve nothing but death.”

She says calmly with a terrifying glare before brutally killing the Grimm who attacked her boyfriend.

“Raven, you saved me!”

He hugs her tightly, which she returns.

“We will do some more training one we’re back at Beacon so this doesn’t happen again. I won’t let my boyfriend become weak.

She tells him all tsundere like, but is secretly very concerned about s/o’s safety.

“Ok! I love you pretty bird.”

Raven smiles softly to herself before breaking from the hug.

“I love you too s/o.”

Despite initially being known as uncaring and cold hearted, Raven can’t help but drop this persona from time to time due to strong love she feels for her sweet boyfriend with all her, whom she will always protect no matter what.

#rwby x reader #rwby #rwby x male reader #raven #raven branwen #rwby raven #raven branwen x reader #male reader #raven x male reader #raven branwen x male reader #team strq #raven x reader #rwby au

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the-ultimate-puppteer · 1 year

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Ruby, yang robyn and raven with a male s/o who's very shy and rather submissive? He's not a coward or weak just struggles to socialise and prefers to let his gf take the lead in the relationship(and bed if you're willing to write that ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Ruby, Yang and Raven with a Strong male s/o who's submissive and shy

I had to cut Robyn out as I don't know enough about her to write for a prompt like this

Raven

•So Raven is pretty baffled by you

•Seriously your personality is just so contrasting

•You're strong like ridiculously strong and yet you were so shy and submissive towards her

•Not that she was gonna complain about it… not much anyway

•She will say she enjoys that despite her lover being so strong she loves how he's so submissive towards her

•Even when they get intimate she just loves how flustered you get

•In addition to how cute you sound when in the throes of passion and it's something that only shows she gets to enjoy

•Seeing someone so strong submit to her is something she's never sharing with anyone

Yang

•Okay Yang isn't that surprised at you being shy since it's not that weird given everything she's seen at signal and beacon

•But she is shocked that someone as strong as you is shy

•Like seriously what do you have to be shy for when you can easily fold most people you fight

•Though she does love how fun ot is to tease you

•Though gods forgive anyone who thinks they can tease you

•That's a privilege that belongs solely to her dammit

•Her teasing also bleeds into your more intimate acts

•Which surprises her since she didn't think she'd get so into but you learn new things everyday

•Your gonna have to start wearing something to cover your neck though

•Yang likes to leave marks to show who you belong to these days

•Just so no one gets any ideas

Ruby

•So I'm betting everyone thinks ruby is also submissive

•Well you are dead wrong

•Sure she hides it well bit given her bubbly personality and cute demeanor but no she's very much the wearer of the pants in her relationships

•And she absolutely loves you, to your adorable lying shy demeanor to the contrast with how strong you are she loves it all

•She especially loves watching you get flustered and then melt when she gives you a kiss

•And when it comes to the more intimate acts of the bedroom variety

•She couldn't have asked for a better partner

•And you can tell she's Yang sister since she also has a habit of leaving very obvious marks of possession

•Whoever tries to touch her darling should fear the grim reaper known as Ruby

#rwby x reader #rwby #ruby x reader #ruby rose x reader #raven x reader #raven branwen x reader #yang x reader #yang xiao long x reader #ruby rose #raven branwen #yang xiao long

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silversmoke-20 · 2 years

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Hello, can I request headcanons for team rwby (or just blake and yang if that's too much) with an s/o that loves to cook and is pretty good at it? Sorry if this was not detailed enough.

Oh it's alright! I don't mind if it's detailed or not, just as long as it's simple for me to understand, Oh and I added in a special guest!

Team Rwby with a reader who loves to cooks

Ruby Rose

Ruby loves it when you cook, and the best part is that you bake cookies that she likes!

Ruby would try to steal and taste test, only for you to slap her hand away as she runs away with a few giggles trailing behind her.

You tell her that you can only make one jar of cookies for the week and if she eats it all in a day, then you won't make more until next week.

Ruby would definitely save as much of your baked sweets as she can to enjoy as long as she can.

Whenever you finish baking cookies, you her the ladel and the cookie dough bowel for her to eat.

Ruby would definitely Would try to bake your favourite sweets as a thank you.

Ruby shares her cookies and you should feel honoured cause Ruby never shares her cookies with anyone! That includes her family.

Ruby would hug you and watch you cook from behind you.

Ruby is basically your hype girl whenever you're cooking.

Weiss Schnee

Weiss enjoys your love for cooking and would oftentimes ask if she could help you cook.

Weiss obviously would hire you to be her personal cook.

She would basically buy you the finest ingredients on remnant.

She would challenge you to cook harder meals and you would gladly take those challenges.

She would no doubt say, "you are the best cook in remnant."

You once made a cake shaped like her emblem, and she loves it.

You ask Weiss if she likes to taste test and she would do it without a second thought.

Whenever she gets sick, it's hands on deck cause you are going to make her the most delicious soup she ever has.

Weiss would hire bodyguards to guard you when your cooking at her mansion cause she believes someone would assassinate you.

Weiss is basically the Type of girl who loves to watch you cook.

Blake Belladonna

She's banned from the kitchen.

She would try to help you whenever she can so she can steal a couple pieces of fish.

By couple I'm talking about the entire salmon fish and you can't with her shenanigans when trying to steal the fish.

You love cooking seafood dishes and Blake loves eating that.

So when she wanted you to meet her parents, she was happy they accepted you.

So when you ask Kali if you could help cook she happily obliges.

Only to be surprised as she points at her husband and daughter and say, "You two are still banned from the kitchen."

You have never laugh in your life as you told Kali that Blake is banned from the kitchen back home.

Blake's parents loved your cooking and wouldn't mind having you visit whenever you get the chance.

Blake is the type to steal food so be on guard.

Yang Xiao Long

This girl banned from the kitchen not because of her jokes.

You would bonk her head with teaspoon, ladel, and wooden spoon with a deadpan expression.

She would immediately run off if she notices you grab a jar of honey or anything that is sticky.

And Brothers her jokes are so annoying and yet they somehow made you laugh.

When you let Yang cooked well.....

Let's just say that kitchen was quarantine and gave you nightmares.

How can she set a glass of water on fire?! Cause a simple butter on bread to explode.

Yang is basically a terrible cook, but her terrible jokes makes you laugh.

Qrow Branwen

He is scared of his bad luck ruining your cooking.

Quite the opposite as his semblance somehow helps you cook much more effectively.

So when telling him this, he is so going to help you cook.

And you love it whenever he gets confused when you ask him to get the ingredient you need.

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Y/n: "pass me the cheddar."

Qrow: "the what?"

Y/n: "The shredded cheese."

Qrow: "the what now?"

Y/n: "y'know the Shreddie cheedie."

Qrow: "oh that! Here you go."

Y/n: "Thanks bird brain~"

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Whenever Qrow wakes up, he would walk up behind you and hug you and rest his head on your shoulder.

Qrow is basically the man who gets confused with food and comes up nicknames for it.

#rwby #rwby x reader #blake belladonna #blake belladonna x reader #yang xiao long #yang xiao long x reader #ruby rose #weiss schnee #weiss shcnee x reader #ruby rose x reader #Qrow Branwen #Qrow Branwen x reader

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whatever-fanfics · 1 year

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Imagine being Qrowe’s classmate "

"Did you do the homework" you asked

"we had homework" Qrowe pondered as he walked along side you to get to your shared class.

"we had to memorize and write down the major vital points of a death stalker" you answered

"oops"

#qrow branwen imagine #qrow branwen #rwby qrow #rwby imagine #rwby imagines #qrow branwen x reader #drunkle qrow #rwby x reader

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karume-everything-else · 1 year

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Day 24 Missing Limb

Reader x Qrow Branwen [RWBY]

Heavy panting filled the once-empty air as Qrow sat up, chest heaving with every shallow breath. Swallowing his panic, and the bitter memories that woke him in the first place, he looked over to where you were fast asleep. The obvious gap under the covers reminding him of why he should be staying away from people in general.

But you were just so damn stubborn.

Having a semblance that could passively nullify his, nullify any semblance really, certainly helped your argument in keeping him around. But that day still haunted him. Several days haunted him honestly.

Seeing you bandaged up like that, knowing it had been his fault, Qrow wanted you to hate him. But you didn't, you never would. You insisted on blaming the person who broke your aura during the fight. And while Qrow couldn't really argue about that... he still hated that you were so forgiving about this.

"Qrow?" His eyes cleared a little, unaware that he was staring at you, "Something wrong?"

"Same old same old." Qrow sighed, shaking his head, "Just bad dreams."

You adjusted to face him better. Even as he settled back down next to you, it was obvious what was actually plaguing him.

"You have to forgive yourself, hon." You nuzzled under his arm a bit forcefully, "Otherwise you're just gonna end up guilting yourself to death."

Qrow chuckled, "Guilt myself to death? I don't think I've ever heard that one before."

"If anyone could..." You sighed.

The slight sinking feeling in Qrow's chest wasn't going to be ignored, but he could try. If he had to.

#x reader #rwby #x qrow #qrow branwen #rwby qrow #qrow x reader #rwby x reader #angstuary 2023

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thatanimewriter · 2 months

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WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE.

➳ request: Raven(rwby) x trans male reader who is black and have water semblance

➳ character/s: raven branwen

➳ warnings: injuries, canon typical violence

➳ notes: this is gonna be very vague since i am neither trans, a male or black and i don't wanna offend someone-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐍.

she really couldn't have guessed you were trans, and frankly, she didn't care to double check that

initially, she wondered if you could maybe use your water semblance to pretend to be a maiden

but since she was already the spring maiden, that might just be a little bit risky

she made you her right-hand man very quickly considering how much water is around

you probably started dating before she figured out you were trans

this was because you got a stab wound on your torso once and when you were seeking medical attention, she came in

li shang moment, truly

she didn't push it too hard, just asked you for a brief explanation so she could have the context

always thought your appearance really complimented her

kinda like a yin and yang (sorry girlie-)

won't let anyone ever disrespect you

they get a sword to the throat immediately

and depending on what they said, they might go home on death's doorstep

ignorant people don't deserve to live is what she said

slay i guess

#rwby #raven branwen #rwby x reader #raven branwen x reader #rwby imagines #raven branwen imagines

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peoplesgraves · 2 years

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May I request a yandere raven from rwby with a weak reader.

Yandere Raven X Weak Reader Headcanons

•Even a strong person would most likely be weak when compared to Raven. I mean not only is she and impressive huntress and leader of a bandit tribe but she’s also a maiden. Honestly you never really stood chance.

•Raven will never miss a chance to prove how much stronger she is then you. If you need to open a jar then Raven is by your side in seconds and won’t give it back until you thank her for her help. She’s annoying like that.

•She makes the entire tribe take care of you too. When it’s time to pack up and move somewhere else, she never lets you carry anything no matter how small and if she herself can be by your side for the whole journey then some of the other bandits are.

•Raven wouldn’t tolerate anyone but her teasing you though. If she hears someone talking badly about you and how ‘you don’t pull your weight’ then all hell would break lose. The offending party is never seen again.

•You’re never leaving the camp. Even if Raven is by your side, it’s just too dangerous. You could wander off and get hurt or eaten. Even if you do manage to escape the camp Raven can portal to you.

#yandere rwby #yandere raven #yandere Raven branwen #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x you

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Rumplestiltskin, Epilogue

Summary: ...a few years later

Pairings: Andy Barber X Walter X Chase Collins, Lance Tucker X Branwen Barber

Rating: 🥺🥺

Warnings: a bit of gaslighting and manipulation, sad!Andy, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Walter, how long has it been?” Andy tiredly asks the horse as they wander around the forest. Every day. All day. Nothing ever changes and he didn’t feel as if he was getting any closer. The forest seemed oddly bigger than he recalled.

“It feels as if it’s been hundreds of years with you,” the horse deadpans, and stops abruptly in the woods. Andy lets out an annoyed groan, “He’s coming,” Walter whispers. The horse backs the two of them up, while he and Andy wait with bated breath for Chase to make his monthly visit.

Chase dramatically lands in a crouch, and stands up slowly looking at Andy, “Care to guess?”

“Go over your rules again, trickster.”

“I don’t get anything past you anymore, old man. Should you give me my brother’s name that he told your precious queen, you get your family back. Should you give me his birth name, this all becomes a dream, and you have your baby back in your arms..”

“And I walk around on two legs again,” Walter blows out a puff of air, letting his hoof pound the ground.

“Yes, of course. How long has it been Andy? Your daughter won’t even remember you, would she?” Andy’s nostrils flare as he glares at the faerie. “Oh, that’s right, ten years. No doubt you’ve heard the rumblings in the forest.”

“You sack of shit! You’ve cursed the entire forest for what reason? So your baby brother could have a fantasy with my wife and child. They’ll never belong to him.”

“Hmm, doesn’t matter to me. I thrive and feed off of chaos. Your mistake has made these woods even more interesting. Had you had kept that tree standing, there never would have been the green apples. You did that Andy. Now you rush to the edge of the forest and hope some maiden won’t enter. They always do. The creatures in these woods are too enticing. Prey on the world outside without lifting a finger. Their very essence beckons those weak women in,” Chase throws his head back with a maniacal laugh. His eyes now as black as the feathers on his back and the heart in his chest.

“Bernard.”

“Wrong.”

“Steven.”

“Very wrong.”

“Theodore.”

“Oh, not close at all. Two more guesses, and I’ll see you in a month.”

Walter snorts, wiggling his back. Andy didn’t know any direction to go with these names. Didn’t have a clue what to say. It was always wrong. “Tick tock goes the clock.”

“Azriel.”

“One more guess, King Andrew.”

“Lancelot.”

Chase’s eye twitches for half a second, but then that devil turns his mouth up into an evil grin. “I’ll see you in a month.”

“Ahh!” Andy screams, letting his head collapse on Walter’s neck. “Keep going.”

“Andy, maybe it’s time…”

“Keep going. You’re under this curse until she gets her happily ever after. This is her fate and it was always destined to happen this way, which is why you’re still a horse,” a raven caws in this distance, and Walter backs up a moment.

Looking where the bird had come from, but it was already gone, and he was definitely dreaming.

Lance stands over your body, using a cloth to clean you. A new fresh vase of roses beside your bed. His thumb traces over the features on your face, and he wonders if this was even worth it. He had you, but only in part. You were just a memory now. And he’d forgotten the sound of your voice. Or the way you never hesitated to touch him or show him kindness.

A black raven lands on the window, trying to get Lance’s attention, and he looks over at her, “Come on, princess. Come see your mother,” a ten-year-old Branwen transforms back into a little girl, and she straightens out her dress, walking over to you.

She was getting so big. Changing nearly daily. She gets next to you and leans over, pressing a kiss onto your forehead, before sitting on the bed beside you, “Have you drank your apple juice today,” she turns and scowls at Lance, and he throws his hands up in surrender.

“Let me see your eyes,” with a quick caress on your hand, she goes to sit in his lap, while he examines her golden eyes, “Still the same.”

“Why do you make me drink that juice everyday?”

“Because, princess. The apple is what gives you your power. I’m afraid that should you eat the golden apple, you’d…”

“Be like you and Chase?” Lance nods his head, but his eyes move back over to you. “I saw him today,” she grimaces as she looks up at him, “I’m sorry. He was guessing.”

“I told you to avoid that man,” he looks back at her. His eyes flit around her face as he tries to figure out what she knows.

“Chase went to him first. He wanted to know your name. What’s he looking for,” Lance holds up his hand pointing at you, “Why does he want my mother? Can he fix her?”

“No, let’s not worry about that.”

“But I want her, Papa. It’s not fair that I don’t have her awake. What can we do to wake her?”

“Only one thing, my beautiful little raven,” Branwen sighs, assuming that Lance will never tell her, “True love’s kiss.”

“Then it’s my dad?”

“I suppose.”

“So I need to find him. And he can wake her up, and we can live happily ever after?” She smiles up at Lance. Her cheeks dent in with her dimples. “What does he look like?”

“We shouldn’t worry about that. Should your dad want to find your mom, here she is. And if you, her, and your father live happily ever after, where does that leave me? Have I not been good to you? I make sure you have time with her.”

“It’s not the same. That…that child in the forest. She has seven dads. Why can’t I find mine? Would one of them be mine? Can I ask them? Papa, I want my mama,” she pouts up at him while her eyes fill with tears. “It isn’t fair. Princess Orla has all these dads and her mom, and I have neither. And she said her mother is having another.”

“Am I not enough?” She shakes her head, before laying down on Lance’s chest. Her fingers wipe away the tears that just won’t stop, and Lance has to look up at the ceiling.

It wasn’t fair what he was doing. But he couldn’t lose his little raven. The thought of showing up at the tower with you gone, just didn’t feel right. So instead he fights the need to reunite your family. “Orla said her father is Beck. He’s a doctor. Can I bring him here to my mother? Maybe there’s another way.”

“Shh, you need rest. You’ve been flying all over the forest, and you're such a small Raven. But a beautiful and fierce one, my darling Branwen. Go to sleep, child. We’ll go home in the morning.”

Branwen doesn’t want to close her eyes, but when Lance starts singing to her softly, her eyes become heavier, before she drifts asleep on his heart. He looks down at his wings at the bottom feathers turn white, “I won’t give her back,” he says to himself, as the white feathers drift to the floor.

“I can’t. She makes me feel normal again,” he knows this back and forth game he was playing with his soul couldn’t be good. Gain his humanity back, only for him to prove he was in fact a cruel faerie. But he had raised Branwen. She was his daughter now. And Andy could search the forest for a hundred years, and he would never give you back. You and her belonged to him.

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texasthegreatdestroyer · 6 months

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OC/Reader x Qrow: Amends.

This is based on canon plot in a universe where the reader or OC has joined the fight against Salem, more specifically during Volume 6, after Jinn's revelations about Salem, as the team temporarily settles in the abandoned village.

The cold bites at your hands... The toolshed nearby the residence that team took up was hardly enough to protect against harsh elements. In all reality, it was probably a dumb move on your part to sneak out of the house, but you felt as if there was no other choice...

In a moment of weakness for all, it was always Qrow or Ozpin who kept everyone together, but as it stood, Ozpin was no where to be found, at least not ever since the spat between him and the rest of the team, the horrific revelations to come of it... As for Qrow? He was in no state to deal with everything himself. His meaning of life was ripped to shreds right before his eyes and he wasn't taking it well. He just berried himself in the bottom of the bottle...

You were stupid to think you could ever take up that helm... this wasn't your second venture away from the residence. You had done it once more prior. Canned food was the only thing in the house and it was hardly a meal, so you had made the decision to set forth to bring back a hardier meal, eventually returning with a rabbit that you had tracked down, killed, and skinned. Just as you had brought the meal in for everyone to indulge, you were unpleasantly surprised to be met with distain and verbal lashings from the older man, along the lines of "What were you thinking!?" and "What if something followed you!? You could have gotten everyone and yourself killed!"

You felt your heart shatter in two, and the shame of your actions having come over you. Despite this, all you could do was push forward and finish what you had started. With the fixings in the pantry and the game you had claimed, you made a meaty rabbit soup for your allies... unfortunately no one was really receptive. Everyone just seemed too tired and lacked the desire eat. Qrow was no exception to this, half heartedly apologetically turning his nose up at it.

You could sense that his anger remained, and wished not to poke the bear further, simply choosing to leave him be, and eventually just sneaking away once more, to remain out of his site. Now here you were. Cold, tired, disheartened. It had been hours. It was the dead of night, and the chances of anyone looking for you seemed unlikely. Everyone was most likely to be asleep. You found yourself thinking back to everything that had happened. Everyone had been lied to. You included. You were lead on to fight this futile battle with no consideration for your own feelings, and to be met with such distrust when you trusted Ozpin with your life was insulting and infuriating. You weren't even taking it the hardest. The lies opened up wounds for everyone. Everyone's trust was defiled, Qrow's self worth was practically ran through a wood chipper- how could the man who was supposed to guide them on the right path in this battle abandon them when he was needed the most? But before you could dwell further on your own personal feelings, a chill shot up your spine as the gentle sound of the door rustling put you on your guard. You get up, grabbing your weapon, standing at ready to take one whatever may had been stalking you in the darkness. But your stance quickly fell to ease, as a familiar, tall, thin silhouette appeared, leaving the safety of the darkness. "Qrow??? You scared me... what are you doing out here???"

"I could ask you the same thing." The difference in his tone compared to earlier was comforting to say the least. "W-well! I- uh... Sorry... I shouldn't have come out here..."

"No. It's okay..."

"It is? But you got mad at me earlier-"

"I know! I know... I came her to apologize."

This struck you as odd. Qrow didn't strike you as the kind to apologize. In fact, he was pretty stubborn. He must have truly messed up if he felt the need to apologize about anything. "Really? Are you sure? You had a pretty good reason to be upset, ya know. I don't fault you for being pissed off."

"Yeah, well I do blame myself. Look, I get what you were trying to do. I should have been more patient and I should have been appreciative. I just- no. There's no excuse. I was being shitty. I'm sorry." "I know. You're stressed." You saying what he wouldn't seemed to shock the man. He rubbed the back of his head as if to try and shrug off her observation, but he couldn't really hide it and he knew that. "It's that obvious, huh?" "Well of course it is, silly! Everyone's stressed out... and to be honest, you seem to be taking it the hardest... That's why I-... well I wanted to try and help out a little bit? I don't know, I just didn't feel right standing by and doing nothing while everyone struggled to push themselves past it. And look how well that turned out... I just made it worse..." You can't help but feel a little a helpless, unwittingly making yourself seem small, matters not helped by the fact that your body trembled from the cold. Qrow taking note of both things approached you closer, his arms now around you, trying to warm your body. "Damn! You're cold... Don't punish yourself for trying your best. You're doing what you can to keep everyone together and you're doing a better job at it than I am... I think I should take a thing or two out of your book. These kids need us after all. Oz sure as hell isn't here to guide us..."

"I'll keep trying my best, Qrow. I know things are hard right now. They probably will be for quite awhile, but if you ever need anything, you have people who are here for you, you know? Ruby, Yang, myself even. I will always be here for you. You don't have to bottle up your emotions around me. It's okay to be angry and hurt... so don't shut everyone out, okay???" Qrow's embrace grew tighter now. His body was trembling too now, but you couldn't tell if he was trying to hold back tears or if he was just cold himself. It was certainly too dark to tell, and his tall, lengthy self encased you, your face buried in his chest, so your vision was obstructed. "Are you cold, Qrow? We can go inside..." "Yeah... we'll warm up by the fire. How does that sound?" "As you wish" You spoke in a soft whisper.

The two of you hadn't separated quite yet. The two of you seemed to savor each other's affections for a good while, before letting go, and heading inside. And on the way you struggled wading through the snow as it went up to your knees. When Qrow noticed you weren't keeping pace, he reached out to you, grabbing your hand gently, and guiding you along, your steps fitting perfectly within his own as he paved the way for you to walk.

Once the two of you made it inside, you brushed the snow off yourselves, and as promised, you and Qrow sat in front of the fire, huddling close to each other under a blanket until finally the both of you fall asleep... (May be continued.)

#rwby qrow #qrow branwen #uncle qrow #qrow #rwby fanfiction #qrow rwby #rwby x reader

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frickingnerd · 5 months

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drunk make out session with qrow

pairing: qrow branwen x gn!reader

tags: suggestive, jealousy, established relationship

qrow hates it when other men try to hit on you! it really gets his blood boiling

they even have the audacity to flirt with you while he's sitting right next to you at the bar, as if he wasn't even there

qrow wonders if they even consider for a moment that he could be your boyfriend or if they are really just that brazen

either way, he has no impulse control when he's drunk and whenever he sees someone hitting on you, he can't help but pull you into a kiss

as he passionately kisses you in front of the men hitting on you, he glares at them, a smug smile on his lips that are pressed against your own

and if he wants to really rub it in their face, he'll tell you "we'll continue this when we get home, baby" just loud enough for them to overhear it!

#qrow branwen x reader #qrow branwen #rwby qrow #qrow #qrow x reader #rwby x reader #rwby #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #hcs #headcanons #fluff #jealousy #suggestive #smut #branwen

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midnightlee25 · 2 years

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Good luck crow (Yandere Qrow Branwen x reader)

It's been about a year since you've noticed them, the crow that seems to follow you around wherever you go. You had first seen it outside the window of the inn just as you had gotten back from the bar. It returned every night until you left the town yet when you looked up it was flying just slightly ahead of you.

It was as if you had a guardian angel because as soon as it appeared you ran into no more grimm when before you would at least run into a couple a day. When you set up camp for the night it would stay on a nearby tree and when you found another town it would stay outside the window.

You've tried to invite them into the room only for them to go sit on the roof of the build across from the inn. they never let you get too close to them in spite of the fact that they wouldn't go that far either. You would leave food for them yet never actually see them eat any of it.

It truly was a strange bird that knew he shouldn't be following you but couldn't leave you alone either. He felt that you needed his help, his protections from grimm, people, anything that was a threat. Ever since that first night at the bar seeing an old flame had changed the crow. He doesn't wish to cause them harm so he will keep his distance but as the days grow on that distance will become smaller and smaller.

Until there is nothing left to keep the crow away.

#yandere #yandere rwby #rwby x reader #rwby #rwby qrow #yandere qrow x reader #yandere qrow branwen #yandere qrow #qrow branwen x reader #qrow #qrow branwen

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glazesunflower · 2 years

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RWBY Masterlist

Ruby Rose

“You’re lucky you’re cute”

#rwby #rwby imagines #rwby x reader #rwby x you #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #ruby x reader #weiss x reader #blake x reader #yang x reader #qrow branwen #oscar the grouch #nora valkyrie #lie ren #jaune arc #cinder fall #pyrrha nik

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the-ultimate-puppteer · 1 year

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Glynda pyrrha cinder and raven with a male S/o that just has a pet Beowulf in there dorm/apartment cause theyre semblance let's them control Grimm like salem so he named it chad

Glynda, Cinder and Raven with a S/O who can control the Grimm like salem

Couldn't really do one for pyrrha and even then my character limit is 3 at max

Glynda Goodwitch

•Needless to say Glynda was shocked

•Sure she knows semblance can grant all kinds of abilities but she was shocked that yours allowed you control grimm of all things

•It was truly an interesting semblance as not only could you do that but you could also sense when they were around and they're exact location

•It made you an incredibly valuable huntsman

•Still though she's having very serious words with you about keeping a beowolf of all things in your apartment

•Not to mention naming it chad of all things, surely there were better names that you chosen

Raven Branwen

•Oh she finds your semblance incredibly useful

•You can control grimm as well as sense where they are?

•Oh yeah she's definitely keeping you around and not just because she already loves you

•You also make raiding a lot easier since you can prevent grimm from destroying settlements that they can steal from again

•And you can also keep grimm away from the camp

•She just wishes you'd come up with better names for the grimm you decided to keep around you

•Seriously Chad was such a weird name to give to a Beowolf of all things

Cinder Fall

•Oh You best believe that you were instantly recruited into Cinders group once she discovered your semblance

•Such an ability has a variety of uses, especially for her master salem

•She'd be sure to help you perfect your ability and see if you could do more than just control and sense them

•She wants to see if you can create new grimm out of merging then or even make appendages like salem

•Her darling has such an amazing semblance, you just need to work on your naming sense

•Calling a beowolf chad was a little awkward after all

#Rwby #rwby x reader #glynda goodwitch x reader #raven branwen x reader #cinder fall x reader #Glynda x reader #raven x reader #cinder x reader #glynda goodwitch #raven branwen #cinder fall

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readingcoco · 26 days

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Painted Red 🖤

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader (f)

Words: 5487

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Summary: Arthur revisits Rhodes Parlour House, hoping to get information about the Braithwaite gold from working girl Ettie. He leaves with more questions than answers and a gift he wasn't expecting.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, sex work, period typical attitudes, strangers to lovers, medium honour Arthur Morgan, angst, emotional smut.

Chapter Two - The Whore

[Chapter 1]

Arthur.

The air in Lemoyne is cloying. Sticky and thick like Molasses. He hates it here, hates waking up wet with sweat, bitten to an inch of his life by the mosquitos that swarm the lake behind his tent. He’s never been this far south and would gladly leave soon as convenient, except for Dutch’s insistence that gold lies somewhere between the warring Gray and Braithwaite families. He’s less convinced but far from him to try to question Dutch once his mind is set on something.

A high-pitched buzz by his left ear is met with the thwack of his open palm. Gotcha.

Something else is gnawing away at him, too, besides the mosquitos. A stirring in him, he thought, all but laid to rest after Mary, after— the kind that makes itself known only when he’s here, lying alone in his tent, staring up at the ceiling.

Want.

Fuck. He wants her so bad. Ettie, that working girl, up in Rhodes. With her daring eyes and smart mouth — her hands on him, days ago, in the parlour house. Bold as anything. God, if the very thought of her didn’t make a beeline straight down to his cock. He don't like it, don’t like it at all — what she does to him, how she makes him feel. Unarmed. Weak even. But also lighter.

He is appalled to admit he’s considered taking himself in hand more than once now to the thought of her breasts, her smile, the way she looked at him, full of doe-eyed devilment. He’s like some hapless kid. Should be ashamed.

He’s not been with a whore since his 20s. There was that one Dutch paid for when he turned 17, a string of them after Mary ended things the first time around. Abigail? Once. The last time he lay with a woman was when he and Mary briefly came back together before she married. What was that 94… 95? Would he even remember what to do? Would he be able to last? As a whore she ought not to care, especially if he’s paying for the privilege. But he wants to please her. Wants to fill her smart mouth with sounds of pleasure. Watch those daring, teasing eyes roll back in her head as she comes undone for him.

He’s stroking himself now. Her imagined sighs. His name on her lips—

Arthurrr—

“—ARTHUR!”

Dutch shouts him from outside his tent. Inescapable like the soupy Lemoyne air. Goddamnit, he hates it here.

“Best I can stoop to is twenty.”

Arthur nods, weighing the expensive-looking silver bracelet loosely in his palm before handing it over. Hosea was better at knowing the worth of fine things, but the fence was on his way back to camp, and it didn’t make sense to make two trips. Still, twenty dollars wasn’t bad for an afternoon playing errand boy to two star-crossed lovers. Not quite the gold Dutch was hoping for, but something at least.

“Deputy.” The man flashes him a knowing wink, touching the brim of his hat. He winces before stiffly nodding back—damn badge.

He won’t feel too bad about it; the Braithwaite girl, Penelope, had seemed more than content with just the letter, and neither family looked short on finary, as ill-gotten as it was. No, no harm done.

The sun is at its hottest, leaving him half-blind as it beams punishingly up from the road ahead. Sweat pours from his brow, and he can barely see where he’s going when he finds himself steering Branwen right up the hill towards Rhodes rather than carrying on straight in the direction of camp.

Only the stench of the butcher’s meat left out too long in the midday heat is enough to break him from his trance and acknowledge where he is. As though Branwen had been steering herself, with him merely passenger.

Too late to turn around now, he concedes. Might as well carry on heading where he’s heading.

He takes a long glug from his waterskin before dismounting. Hitching Branwen to the shadiest post of the parlour and making sure she has her fill from the water trough provided—a few extra sugar cubes for good measure.

“Won’t be long, girl.”

The heat was just as hard on the horses.

He assures himself he’s here for reconnaissance— nothing more. If anyone’s likely to have information on the Grays and Braithwaites, it’s her. Probably had enough of them to pick something up the gang could find useful, what with her knack for seeing the stuff folk didn’t want seen.

The twenty dollars burns a hole in his pocket.

Ettie had seemed willing the last time, hadn’t she? Not put off or disgusted by him that he could make out. Maybe the badge had its uses, after all.

Hell, maybe if he slept with her, got it out of his system, he could get on with the job at hand and stop all this silly early morning pining.

The parlour house is sleepy as he enters, too late for the lunchtime trade, too early for the field workers to have downed tools and made their way into town. His eyes skirt sheepishly across the bar.

He’d found himself coming here quite a bit since the gang moved south, not just to avoid Pearson’s cooking but because it was one of the few places that offered solace from the outside sun, the thick leafy green curtains keeping out the worst of the rays. I was nicer than most places he tended to frequent, the white-clothed tables suggesting a level of expected cleanliness from its clientele. And though he’d made sure to kick the mud from his boots before entering, he now chose to stand on the hardwood rather than risk marking the floral rugs that lined the rest of the room.

He can’t see her. Not even sure she's started working yet. And though a couple of girls at the bar make him double-take, none of them are Ettie.

He’s just about ready to skulk out, feeling old and feckless, when he hears her. Laughter carrying brightly from behind him, awakening the entire place from its slumber. He’d forgotten how alive she was. The rough sketch he’d drawn of her the night he’d got back to camp had barely captured her likeness, let alone her charm.

She is sat in one of the wooden booths, perched on the lap of a stout-looking man, happy and light, head thrown back, though he’s certain the man at her seat did little to merit such pleasant sounds.

He stalls for a moment, watching her work and is reminded of Hosea’s ability to tell a person exactly what they want to hear in order to rob them blind — except he isn’t sure who would be robbing who in the current circumstance.

The stout man’s hand paws lecherously at Ettie’s waist, bouncing her on his knee as he ogles up at her. Surely, no amount could be worth the touch of a man like that. Is that how he had looked, too? Leering and pathetic? Sucked in by talk of sketching and paints. She had read him like a book, and he’d allowed it — a fool to think her interest was in anything other than the dollars in his pocket.

Well, if money is all it will take to get her pretty face out of his waking thoughts, so be it.

“Miss White?”

Ettie shifts to face him mid-conversation and grins impishly as though expecting his arrival.

“Hello, stranger.”

But as he opens his mouth to respond, the words of solicitation stick in his throat, and he realises how unpracticed he is at this whole buisness. The man beneath her glares back, warning him off what’s his. Arthur swallows dryly, raising an arm to rest awkwardly on the booth’s divider, the other hooking into the buckle of his belt.

“I believe— Last time I was here you—”

Ettie raises an eyebrow, choosing to watch him flounder rather than step to his salvation.

So she’s toying with him. He sees how it is. Hadn’t acted quick enough the first time around and had her plucked from his side by the drunkard Leigh Gray. Now if he wants her, she’s expecting him to do the same to the dolt under her. He grits his jaw. The glint of his badge catches his eye, and he tries a different tack.

“I’ve heard word there’ve been dangerous men spotted in the area.”

Ettie scans the empty bar and looks back at him plainly.

“Everything seems fine from where I’m sittin’, Deputy.” She puts a playful hand on the stout man’s knee. “Wouldn’t you say so Ernest?” The man nods, wrapping his arm ever tighter around Ettie’s waist.

“Would you just—I’d like it if—” He can feel his cheeks starting to burn as he avoids meeting her eye and instead looks over his shoulder towards the central staircase. He speaks low, “Last time I was in, you asked to show me your work— but we was interrupted.”

A twinkle of recognition from Ettie. “Oh? You still interested?”

“Yes.” He sniffs. It’s out there now. Can’t take it back.

She silently weighs up some mental calculation before placing a palm on Ernest’s chest. “I’m sorry, Darlin’. Would you mind terribly if you bought me a drink some other time? The Deputy and I have a prior arrangement.”

He almost sympathises as he watches the man’s face shift from confusion to disappointment, but before it has a chance to twist into anger, Ettie kisses Ernest squarely on the mouth. “Wait right here. I’ve got someone who’ll know how to make it up to you.” She leaves with a wink and no room for protest, springing up and scurrying across to the bar.

Arthur regards Ernest with an awkward salute, unsure what to say given the circumstances. At least when he robbed men at gunpoint, there was no pretence of polite conversation.

It’s Ernest who is first to break their silence, “She’s a wily one, Deputy. Not as perky as some of the younger girls, but makes up for it with experience.” He slaps Arthur’s arm in a fashion far too familiar. It makes his skin crawl. “Clean, too.”

“They’ll be cleanin' you off this floor if you speak about the Lady like that again. We understood?” He’d done his best not to raise his voice, Dutch’s instructions of keeping a low profile never far from his mind, but the man is still white as a sheet as Ettie arrives back at the booth. With her is a lofty-looking girl with ashy blonde hair, who regards Arthur with an amused up and down as she passes. She doesn’t bother to say hello, instead making a beeline straight to Ernest’s side.

“A birdy told me you were in need of company since yours is being so rudely snatched away,” she says pointedly.

Although Ettie rolls her eyes, it’s obvious she’s in on the bit.

“Ernest, Ida’s going to take good care of you while I take the Deputy upstairs. Don’t have too much fun without me now.”

The walk up to Ettie’s room is long enough for the dread to start to kick in. He can feel his heart pumping in his throat and remembers why he stopped all this nonsense years ago, but then the warmth of her touch meets the small of his back, and she smiles at him gently from under her lashes.

“I’ve been wantin' to get you away from prying eyes,” she says quietly, for his ears alone. “Here’s my room, first on the left.”

As the door closes behind them, he can finally allow his shoulders to relax as he is greeted by the smell of lavender and something sweet he can’t quite place—chamomile, maybe? Her room is small, with sunny yellow walls and surfaces laden with bric-à-brac, the type which collects only once a space has been lived in for some time. Things that would be prone to getting lost or damaged travelling from pillar to post as he did, things he wanted to pick over and admire.

A painting hung to his right catches his eye: a handsome-looking dark bay drinking from what looks like Flat Iron Lake. He moves towards it to inspect it up close.

“You wanna leave your gun by the door, Deputy?” Ettie says softly.

He looks down. Of course. And undoes his gun belt, wrapping it around itself before setting it on the side, along with his hat. He stands before her, disarmed, not quite sure what to make of the curious way she watches him or where to rest his twitching fingers without the cool metal of his buckle to anchor to. He folds his arms.

“That’s Burdock, my baby. I take him out ridin’ whenever I can.” Ettie says, gesturing to the painting that caught his attention.

“You painted this?”

She grins, sticking up her nose with pride. “I did!” Her lack of reticence surprising.

“S’good.”

He’d never been much of a smooth talker when it came to women. Even when first courting Mary it had taken months to build up to asking her for a kiss. But this wasn’t courting, and he’d do best to remember that.

“As flattered as I am, I know you didn’t come up here just to look at my art.”

“Can a man not appreciate a paintin’?”

“They can,” she says, slinking up to him and running a trail of fire across his chest. Pressing herself flush against him. Her hair smells like rose water — not mud, or sweat, or blood. And it disturbs him to think that the last time he felt the heat from another’s body so close, his hands were wrapped around their neck. The tip of her nose aligns with his collarbone, and he could rest his chin on her crown if he felt bold. “But it would be an awful expensive trip just to look at a picture.”

She steps back slowly to look at him, her absence leaving him cold. For a moment he fears she’s sensed the danger he’s sure he radiates — realising a beat too late, the expected next step of their dance.

“How much do I owe you?” he says, flusteredly reaching into his satchel.

“Five dollars. Anything ‘French’ is an additional two — Though considering I’m due payment from our little sweepstakes, I’d be happy to waive the fee for that on this occasion.”

He’d almost forgotten about the bet placed on his head and wondered how often the women discussed what went on behind closed doors, how he would fair in comparison. He cringes at the thought and tries to push it to the back of his mind.

“I ain’t expectin’ special treatment, don’t worry.”

He hands over five dollars, and with the money on the dresser, Ettie retakes her position. The plainness of the transaction and the affection it now entitled him to feeling implausible.

“Relax a little,” her voice comes out like a breath, encouraging him to breathe deeply in time with her. “It’s okay. We’re gonna have fun.” She guides him over to the bed before stepping back to remove her shirtwaist and skirt, each button revealing new skin he now had permission to touch.

As he stands there watching, something about the ungraceful practicality of her undressing fascinates him, how in contrast it felt to the choreographed movements of the rest of her performance. He wonders if this is her more natural state, all furrowed brows and uncoordinated limbs, and if so, what it took for her to keep up appearances.

When down to her corset and underthings, Ettie faces the mirror to unpin the hair fixed neatly atop her head. He is silent as it falls like water, spilling over the ridge of her shoulders and pooling loosely at the base of her spine.

“Your turn now.” She says, and he hardly has time to react before her nimble fingers are working open the buttons of his shirt.

From this angle, he can see how the sun has caught the high points of her face, leaving behind a sprinkle of freckles lightly masked by powder. The slope of her neck is decorated by loose curls and a small silver locket that bobs up and down above her— He dares not gaze lower. Only as she begins to work at his fly does his sluggish brain arrive at the moment in hand.

“You ain’t taking this off?” His voice comes out hoarser than he expects, and for the first time, Ettie looks a little startled, stepping back to look at him hesitantly. He hadn’t meant to scare her.

“I wasn’t planning on. My draws are split, and this unties. Look—” She pulls the ribbon at her shoulder. And he hates that it’s Ernest’s words that colour his view as the loosened cotton strap of her chemise falls away to expose a pretty breast, pushed up by the boning of her corset. Was the man blind? “It’s a little cumbersome to get on and off.” He aches to see her fully, to touch the skin still hidden from view, but he won’t push.

Her hand dips back into his open fly, sliding between a gap in his union suit. He lets out a wince to feel the pads of her fingers making contact with the base of his dick. “That feel good?” she goads. His whole body gone rigid. Barely able to summon words. Nodding sharply in response, as she begins to ease him out.

The pace in which she palms him feels foreign compared to his hand's efficient strokes, but she is responsive to each breath, learning him with every shudder and tense of his jaw. His eyes flutter closed, and for a moment, he allows himself to get lost in the sensation of her experienced hands. Rare he is permitted such selfish pleasure. Rare anyone did anything for him without expectation of its return tenfold. And yet— The lopsidedness of the arrangement suddenly feels too much to bear. He needs to touch her, needs to make her feel as good as she’s making him.

As her speed quickens, he moves a cautious hand to her breast, cradling her delicately before lightly skimming his thumb across her nipple. Testing. Her rhythm falters slightly, and he is rewarded with a small whimper that escapes half-bitten through her lips. That’s it. He circles the pebbled skin, harder this time, and delights to feel her swell under his touch. Confidence growing, he dips his head lower to taste her. She moans again, but this time unrestrained, head lolling back as he sucks.

“Arthurrr—”

Her strokes hasten, and he needs to hear her keen for him again. Needs to touch her. He reaches down between them, between her legs, trying to find the source of her heat amongst rumpled cotton, but then she is pulling away. Stepping back. Straightening up.

“Hey, this is about you. Don’t worry about me, okay.” She says.

“But—”

“Shhhh, trust me,” Ettie whispers calmly and presses a soft kiss to his forehead. He worries that he has done something wrong, hurt her in some way he didn’t intend, too forceful, too coarse. But like she can read his mind—

“Stay put, I ain’t goin' nowhere.”

She’s good at that, he thinks, toeing the line between gentle and firm. Never going as far to bruise a man’s ego but not coming across as a pushover either. Had she always been that way, or had she learnt how to soothe a man, just as he’d learnt how to intimidate them? Through necessity. What was her natural temperament? What was his?

Ettie walks over to the dresser and grabs a small glass jar, scooping out a little of the contents before returning to the bed.

“You wanna get a little more comfortable?” She says, eyeing his half-open union suit and the jeans around his ankles with amusement. What a sight he must look. But if she was going to remain in her underthings, shouldn’t he? It didn’t seem proper to be exposed when she was not. He kicks off his jeans but leaves his Union suit open, but on.

“What’s that?” He nods to the creamy concoction cupped in her hand.

“Just a little somethin’ for my comfort.” That playful look again. “You are quite… sizable. I wanna make sure I’m ready for you.”

His cheeks darken, her lack of arousal confirming his worst fears.

“Maybe if you let me touch you, you might enjoy it more.”

Her sigh is affectionate. “Who said I wasn’t enjoying myself? Anyone ever told you you worry too much?”

They face each other at the precipice of the bed. His toes curling whilst she slicks up his length with the salve in what feels like one continuous gliding motion, till he is rock hard and panting before her. She shifts herself to bend over the bed, guiding him behind her with a hand on his hip. She arches her back to rest with her forearms on the mattress.

“You ready to show me what you can do, Deputy?”

“Arthur. Please.” He manages to huff out, unable to look away from the way she is presented so brazenly for him.

Ettie gives him a wry grin over her shoulder. “Arthur, I want you to show me what you’ve been dreamin’ on since we first met.” And he wants to show her, too.

Swallowing thickly, he carves a hand between the slit of her draws, spreading them open to finally expose the supple flesh of her backside. The sight alone has his dick twitching in anticipation, helpless to prevent the full handful of her ass he takes in his grasp.

“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” He croaks.

“Might have heard it mentioned.”

He runs a shaky hand through his hair, steadying his breath, before aligning himself with her entrance. He is mindful not to push into her too quickly, and though the salve helps some, he hears her breath hitch in her chest as she takes him, inch by inch.

“Too much?” He asks, trying to mask his trepidation, but he is answered by an enthusiastic grind of her hips, which sheaths him fully inside. He stops breathing for a moment, caught by the clutch of her cunt. Senses all but lost to the sensation of her heat. His lids grow heavy, but the sight of his cock buried to the hilt has him straining to keep them open. Hypnotised by the way she encases him.

He gently rocks himself backwards and then forward, shallow at first and then deeper, slowly increasing his pace with each slap of their hips.

“Ettie-”

“That feel good, Arthur?” So good. So good. And he wishes he could look into those teasing eyes as she spears herself back onto him. At first, matching his tempo and then provoking him to speed up, take her faster, harder.

He won’t last much longer at this rate. And tries to bat away the sinking feeling that that might be something she wants. For this to be over quickly. She’s making all the right noises, but then again, he walked into this room with a badge on his chest, so honesty was hardly something he felt entitled to.

He wants her closer, craving the reassurance only her face could bring. He arches down over her, carefully hooking an arm around her chest, drawing her up into him, until she kneels upright on the bed with him holding her weight from behind, bodies remaining locked.

“This ok?” He huffs.

“Mhmmm” She nods back hazily.

From this position, he can see her better, the rise and fall of her chest, the growing flush that has spread from her cheeks down her neck, the way her eyes shutter when he reaches for her breast, his other seeking out her heat from below. She hums a little then, a sound so pure it answers all suspicions about the authenticity of those proceeding it. God how he wants to watch her come around him, if only he can last long enough to get her there.

His fingers slip between her folds, spreading her open as he continues to fuck up into her, the slick of her cunt undeniably her own making now. Ettie’s back arches wildly as he begins to rub a tight ring around her clit, and she lets out a noise halfway between a shriek and a moan like she is surprised by the pleasure. But when he tries to continue, she is grasping his wrist, pulling it away from her core and bringing it up to her mouth to suck hard on his fingers. The debauched way she looks at him then almost sends him over the edge.

“Come for me, Arthur.”

God, his name sounds like honey on her lips.

“Just like that—”

Surely she’s not inferring what he thinks she is? But he is near losing himself in the thought alone.

“So close—” She coos, “Just let go, fill me—”

Fuck. Fuck—

He drags his erupting cock out of her just in time as he spills violently onto her ass and then the floor, staggering backwards, trying to catch his breath.

“Jesus! Jesus. I nearly— I’m sorry.” He babbles, feeling boorish and out of control.

“Hey there. I know. I said you could.” She says, turning around to run her fingers through his ruffled hair. He looks back at her, confused, still out of breath.

“Ain’t you worried about—” he stops, trying to find the correct phrasing but becoming aware of the fond, almost patronising look on Ettie’s face.

“I ain’t worried, no.” She smiles gently, “Wouldn’t be much good at my job if I didn’t take precautions.”

He nods sheepishly, though still not entirely at ease, before sitting back down at the edge of the bed, sighing deeply, struggling to enjoy the last twitches of his high.

When his breath returns to normal, he grabs his jeans from the foot of the bed, trying not to cringe at the mess he’s made of her and her floor.

“Don’t feel like you have to rush on account of me,” Ettie says, making her way to a small porcelain jug and basin in the corner of the room. She dampens a washcloth and wipes away all trace of his spend still marking her skin.

“Want me to clean you up?” She approaches him cautiously.

“I’m alright.” He says.

She raises a silent eyebrow.

“I mean, I can manage for myself.”

She nods and hands him over the rag. He’s not sure how to feel as he tidies himself up, but he's aware of her eyes on him, watching, trying to figure him out. Knowing he’s been read before she even opens her mouth.

“When did you last lay with a woman, Deputy?”

He pauses. That bluntness that throws his head through a loop. Dangerous. And he doesn’t know how to answer—what she’s wanting to hear— that it was likely five years since he’d been touched like that? That he’d touched someone else? Was she looking for an explanation for his rustiness or an apology?

“Was it obvious?” he asks, unable to fully meet her gaze.

“Well, you ain’t got a ring and—” She hesitates momentarily. “I shouldn’t say it,” The apples of her cheeks start to ripen uncontrollably until she breaks into laughter. “You fuck like you’ve somethin’ to prove.”

He might be inclined to take such a comment to heart if it wasn’t for the pleasure he took in seeing her so genuinely amused, and before he knows it, he’s chuckling too.

“I just didn’t want it to be awful for you.”

Ettie nudges him with her heel. “You paid me to make you feel good. So as long as you had fun, I did too.”

She lights a cigarette and offers him one from her case: silver, engraved with the initials A.B. in an ornate filigree. He accepts and allows her to light the smoke from the tip of her own. He still doesn’t quite know how to make conversation but is relieved to have something to occupy his hands.

“Still wanna see my paints?” She asks after a few moments quiet.

“That’s why I’m up here, ain’t it?” He says wryly. She scoffs before darting across the room, opening draws, rooting through cupboards, pulling things out left and right—a tornado, leaving a trail of smoke in her wake.

When she returns, her arms are laden with supplies, and she settles down next to him cross-legged on the bed, spreading out her wares between them. She opens a battered-looking sketchbook and smooths out the page.

“See,” she says, stroking the paper and encouraging him to do the same. “Just like the paper in your journal—Oh, wait a second.”

She stands abruptly before dashing off again, this time to the water jug. Her back turned, Arthur flicks through the pages and is rapt by a flurry of faces looking back at him. A few he recognises as girls from the parlour, but there are others too: an elderly woman in a bright feathered hat, a rakish-looking man in spectacles, a little girl with pigtails holding a ragdoll, each of them living and breathing on the page like she had rendered their very souls.

“You snoopin’?” Ettie tuts in mock disapproval, though she doesn’t seem bothered by the intrusion. “And after all the grief you gave me for looking at your art.”

Art.

Arthur had never thought about his sketches in that way before. Sure, he sometimes felt pride if he managed to capture something or someone’s likeness in a way that felt true, but he’d never had any training to consider what he did art. Not like the pretty pictures spread out in front of him now. These felt so full of life he swore he wouldn’t be surprised to see one of them moving.

“These are good,” he says as she settles beside him, her thigh resting lightly against his.

She rolls her eyes, then nudges his arm. “Get your journal out— Don’t worry, I don’t wanna look at any of the drawings— Well, I do, but I’m not going to force you. Just want to show you something.”

He relents and gets his journal from his satchel, handing it over suspiciously, realising only after it’s in her hands how reckless he’s being, and for what? He hadn’t asked her about the blood feud between Grays and Braithwaits, nothing about the gold. The only information gleaned was that his dick still worked, and even that had only served him.

Keeping to her word, Ettie opens the book to an untouched page and submerges her paintbrush into the jug, tapping off the excess water and swirling the tip into a square of dried paint. Her hand hovers over the blank page before gliding the brush across the paper in a flourish of crimson, blooming as it settled, like petals opening at dawn.

“Here, you try.”

She dips the brush back into the jug to clean it off before holding it out towards Arthur. Following her direction, he scrubs the brush into a dark green pan and brings his hand to the paper. His line comes out fainter than hers and less fluid, the brush strokes looking scratchy as he reaches the edge of the page.

“Not enough paint. Got to get it saturated.” She smiles. “But look,” she flicks over the page, “it hasn’t gone through.” She starts to explain about wetting the paper before applying the paint, working in layers, letting stuff dry, getting more and more animated, that he starts to laugh.

“You have to start adding colour to your work. I could—” She stops. “You planin’ on seein’ me again?” The question is abrupt, as though she realises she is getting ahead of herself and needs to square off the basics first.

He hadn’t considered that this would be more than a one-time occurrence but he’d be lying if he didn’t acknowledge the sense of relief that had spread throughout his body and mind in the past half hour. More settled than he’d been in months, maybe even years. Perhaps next time he could get some information out of her. Perhaps next time he could prove himself a less selfish lover.

“I’d like to if you’ll have me.”

“Marvellous! Here—” She thrusts a small wooden box into his hands.

“What’s—?”

***

“A watercolour set for travelling. Not amazing quality but perfect for a beginner or someone on the move.” She gives him a wry smile “You can borrow it and show me how you get on next time you see me.”

She’s a whirlwind, and even as he’s riding Branwen back into camp he still feels bowled over. Not sure how he’s agreed to as much as he has, or if he’s being played, or if he cares to stop it.

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HELLO! i've now opened my inbox for my followers/mutuals to talk to their favorite character!

you can send in random sentences, inbox prompts that you see on my blog or even confess your love!

please be sure to be respectful and kind to not only me but the muses.

this will be very much like roleplaying. to continue communication you can send in more inboxes or you can even link the inbox to a conversation to communicate with your beau/family/friend!

please do not request any minors/anthropomorphic in romantic or sexual ways, I'm begging you. i will only reply to the platonic/familial ones.

you may talk to at least 2 muses at once in one message, all to prevent being overwhelmed. this may change once i get comfortable enough to handle more.

all romantic and nsft inboxes or starters towards muses will require slow burn

all ships are multishipped but can be single shipped if you guys can build up their romance meter!

this will only be reader x character, oc x character i will put on either another blog or a different post.

* note: i will accept 5 oc x character in this post for the time being: 1/5

however for certain events i can bend these rules for you to get a romantic scene with your crushes!

or even just hanging out with your friends!

characters i will write for right now:

note: this list will change every now and then as i advance further into the shows or a character is requested more!

if you don't see a character you like here and would like to see me try my hand at playing them, don't be shy to tell me!

bold = characters I've played before

one piece! ( pre timeskip )

romantic options: nico robin, nami, sanji, zoro, usopp, buggy, sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, shanks, portgas d. ace

platonic options: chopper, franky ( may change ), luffy ( im currently on the pretimeskip )

up to debate: please ask !

rwby ! ( all season 9 ages )

romantic options: weiss schnee, blake belladonna, yang xiao long, jaune arc, taiyang xiao long, raven branwen, qrow branwen, emerald sustari, sun wukong, neptune vasillias, james ironwood, winter schnee, mercury black

platonic options: ruby rose, nora valkyrie, lie ren, pyrrha nikos, penny polendina, professor ozpin, oscar pine, neopolitan

up to debate: salem, cinder fall

fruits basket !

romantic options: shigure sohma, hatori soma, ayame soma

platonic options: tohru honda, yuki sohma, kyo sohma

castlevania animated !

romantic options: trevor belmont, adrian 'alucard' tepes, sypha belnades

edens zero !

romantic options: rebecca bluegarden, weisz steiner, homura kogetsu, kris rutherford, shiki granbell, labilla christy

platonic: happy, witch regret, sister ivry, hermit mio, valkyrie yuna, elise crimson, justice

d.gray man !

romantic options: yu kanda, lavi, tyki mikk, howard link, cross marian

platonic: allen walker, lenalee lee, nea d. campbell, wisely kamelot

psycho pass !

romantic options: akane tsuneori, shinya kogami, nobuchika ginoza, shuusei kagari, yayoi kunizuka, shion karanomori, shogo makishima

platonic: tomomoi masaoka

owari no seraph

romantic options: guren ichinose, ferid bathory, kureto hiiragi, shinya hiragi, seishiro hiiragi, crowley eusford

platonic: yuichiro hyakuya, mikaela hyakuya, shinoa hiiragi, yoichi saotome, shiho kimizuki, mitsuba sangu, krul tepes

yuukou no moriarty

romantic options: william james moriarty, albert james moriarty, louis james moiarty, sherlock holmes, fred porlock, sebastian moran, mycroft holmes, james bond

fate/ ( /zero & /stay night)

romantic options: saber, kirei kotomine, gilgamesh, cu chulainn

platonic: shirou emiya, rin tohsaka, waver velvet

up to debate: kiritsugu emiya, irisviel von einzbern, archer emiya, tokiomi tohsaka, diamuid ua duibhne

please don't: shinji matou, ryuunosuke uryu

fairy tail

romantic options: lucy heartfilia, gray fullbuster, erza scarlet, mirajane strauss, laxus dreyar, gildarts clive, loke, elfman strauss, juvia lockser, fried justine, evergreen, bickslow, rogue cheney, sting eucliffe, kagura mikazuchi, aguria yukino, natsu dragneel, mystogan, cana alberona, gajeel redfox, erik, jellal fernandes

platonic: wendy marvell

record of ragnarok

romantic options: adam, jack the ripper, kojiro sasaki, qin shi huang, hades, beelzebub, hermes

platonic: souji okita

up to debate: the valkyries, nikolas tepes, thor, poseidon, apollo,

obey me

romantic options: lucifer, mammon, levianthan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor,diavolo, barbatos, simeon, raphael, solomon,

platonic: luke

up to debate: thirteen, mephistopheles

kingdom hearts ( kingdom hearts iii )

romantic options: terra, aqua, xemnas, zexion, saix, axel, demyx,

platonic: sora, kairi, riku, roxas, namine, xion, ventus, vanitas, ephemer, skuld, brain

genshin impact

romantic options: wriothesley, albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, baizhu, ajax, cyno, dehya, diluc, eula, ganyu, itto, jean, kazuha, kokomi, xiao, heizou, shenhe, kaeya, rosaria, yae miko, beidou, lisa, kaveh, zhongli, nigguang, neuvillette, yela, candace, thoma, yanfei

platonic: hu tao, venti, faruzan, sucrose, chongyun, freminet, layla, mika, fischl, collei, noelle, yun jin, barbara, xingqiu, amber, bennette, xinyan

up to debate: keqing, lyney, aether, lumine, wanderer, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, kiara, gorou, mona, nilou, yoimiya, charlotte

please don't: klee, sayu, qiqi, diona, dori, nahida, yaoyao

final fantasy

romantic options: cloud strife, tifa lockhart, aerith gainsborough, zack fair, reno, rude, genesis rhapsodos, reeve tuesti, angel hewley, sephiroth, vincent valentine.

platonic: barret wallace, yuffie kisaragi

detroit become human

romantic options: connor, markus, gavin

platonic: kara, hank

devil may cry

romantic options: dante, nero, vergil

platonic: trish, nico, lady, v

jojo's bizarre adventure

romantic options: dio brando, joseph joestar ( part 2 & 3 ), caesar anthonio zeppeli, jotaro kujo ( 4-6 only ), rohan kishibe, bruno bucciarati, leone abbachio, narciso anasui, johnny joestar, gyro zeppeli, diego brando

debating: jonathan joestar, jolyne cujoh, weather report

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