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"Hey, Uncle Qrow!"

"Yeah, kiddo?"

"What's the wind's favorite color?"

Oh, no. Please, gods, no. But, Qrow just sighs. He can't prevent the inevitable. "What, kiddo?"

Yang is already giggling. "Blew!"

He stifles the groan and just laughs: she's too young to learn about the reality of telling awful jokes in public. He can't bring himself to introduce disappointment to her this early in her life.

Well... more disappointment, anyway.

"Hey, Uncle Qrow! What kind of music do windmills listen to?"

He's in it now, isn't he? "What kind of music, firecracker?"

"I heard they're huge metal fans!"

I just want them to be able to go on an actual date is that too much to ask lol

Prompt from this post

“I’m just glad we finally got to go on a real date,” Blake said as she plopped down on the couch.  She fell against Yang’s side, and Yang draped an arm around her shoulders.

“Yeah, it was a nice break from fighting Grimm and saving the world all the time.”

“I wish we got to go out dancing more often.”

“Me too.”

They had just gotten back from a night out, and the sun was already starting to peek its way over the horizon when they returned. Still covered in sweat and glitter, they opted to relax for a little bit before they would have to get ready for another day, a day that would come far, far too early.

“Next time, though, maybe we could just do dinner? Maybe a movie?”  Blake suggested.  “Not that this wasn’t fun, but it was really loud.”

“And the DJ wasn’t great either,” Yang laughed, then paused and grinned.  “Wait, ‘Next time’?  Does that mean you want to go on another date?”

“Of course I do.”

“Yes.”

Blake giggled, and Yang pulled her a little closer.

“It’s just, we’ve never actually been on a normal date before this,” Yang said.  “Every time we’ve tried, something has gone wrong.  So, I guess I’m just glad that I lived up to the hype, you know?  It’s one thing to be my teammate, it’s another to…”

“It’s another to what?”

“To be my girlfriend.  If you want.”

Blake smiled up at Yang.  “I do want that.”

The words got stuck in Yang’s throat, so instead she just beamed back at Blake, so relieved and shocked that she would want to be with her.  She’d been so afraid that, once they finally had the chance to sit down and act like normal people, Blake wouldn’t like the Yang underneath it all.

But she was still there, nuzzled against Yang’s side, a smile on her face though sleep started to claim her.

“Goodnight, Blake.”  Yang said softly, leaning down to press a slow kiss to the top of her head.

“Goodnight,” she slurred back.  She shifted so that she was a little more comfortable and drifted off to sleep as the sun continued to rise.

Even though she was exhausted, Yang couldn’t fall asleep.  She was so excited to have another date with Blake, another chance at life beyond the fighting and the fear.

Prompt from this post

Yes I know that it is February however it’s haunted house time for these two

Thanks for the prompt babe <3 love me some nuts and dolts lol

Penny stepped a little closer to Ruby.  The corridor was dark, save for a subtle red light at the far end.  It had been Yang’s idea to visit the haunted house, but now she and the rest of their friends were – naturally - nowhere to be seen.

When Penny bumped into Ruby, they both shrieked.

“What was that!?” Ruby yelled.

“It was me.  Sorry…”  Penny replied sheepishly, though she still scanned the hallway ahead for any spooky threats.  “Can I hold your hand?  I’m scared.”

Ruby instantly reached out to find Penny’s hand in the dark, fumbling slightly, but then holding it tight.

“Ready?  Let’s get out of here.  Let’s just walk as fast as we can and leave all this scary stuff behind,” Ruby suggested.  

“And then we can go get milkshakes?”

Even in the dim light, Penny could see Ruby smile.  “And then we can definitely go get milkshakes.”

“Alright.  Three, two, one…”

Hand in hand, the pair walked as fast as possible down the hallway and toward the red light that signaled the end of the haunted house and the start of their freedom.

They both expected something to jump out at them.  Penny’s hand squeezed Ruby’s tighter in anticipation for the scare.

It came in the form of a prop Grimm that swung out from a doorway and barred their path.  After the initial shock of its appearance, Ruby and Penny laughed.

“Please, we deal with Grimm all the time.”

Before Penny could reply and offer some quip about how they’d been worked up for nothing, even after the far spookier frights they’d faced earlier in the haunted house, another jumpscare appeared, dropping down from above.  The faux Grimm’s claws scratched at their heads and the beast let out a terrifyingly realistic hiss.

“Okay, that’s enough of this,” Ruby cried.  She wrapped her arms around Penny from behind, and then activated her semblance.  In a swoosh of rose petals, they sped through the remaining scares without them even activating, and the actors could only wonder what that weird red flash was.

Past the exit, Ruby and Penny returned to their more corporeal states, but Ruby still held onto Penny from behind as they caught their breath.

“Are you alright?” Penny asked.

“Yeah.  You?”

She nodded.  “I don’t think I like haunted houses very much, though.”

Ruby laughed, then shifted around so that she could hold Penny from the front.  “We’ll avoid them from here on out, okay?”

“I would like that.” Penny buried her face into Ruby’s shoulder; despite her stature, Penny was suddenly very small from the fear she’d felt inside, and she was desperate for comfort.

After a little bit, Ruby suggested, “Milkshakes?”  But she still held Penny tight.

“In a minute,” Penny said. “It’s still hug time.”

5: things you didn’t say at all

From this list of prompts

set between the end of Volume 7 and the start of 8

“Penny?  Are you okay?  You haven’t stopped pacing since…”

Penny turned to look at Ruby, her eyes furrowed and her hands wringing in front of her.  All the same, she nodded and forced a smile. 

“I’m ready to go.  We have to do what we can to protect Mantle.”

They were laying low for now with the Happy Huntresses, trying to plan their next move when it seemed like every option was wrong.  

“That’s not what I mean,” Ruby said.  She stepped over to Penny and put a hand on her shoulder.  

Penny looked away from her.  “I don’t think I am okay,” she admitted softly.  “This is all so much.  Ironwood, Winter, Salem… and now I’m the Winter Maiden?  I didn’t even consider that such a thing was possible.”

“Of course it’s possible.  You’re a real girl, remember?”  Ruby insisted, and Penny smiled slightly.  “Doesn’t mean it’s not unexpected, though.”

“It’s a lot of pressure.  Especially now.”

“Yeah…” Ruby took a deep breath and moved her hand so that she gently held onto Penny’s clenched fist.  “We had enough on our plate before Salem decided to show up, and now?  But that’s not all on you, Penny, we’re going to figure out what to do.  None of this is your fault.  We’re a team!”

Penny lowered her gaze again.  “It’s hard not to feel responsible.  I’m supposed to be The Protector of Mantle, after all.”

“And you are.  You’ve protected it dozens upon dozens of times.  And, whatever we do next, even if you’re not fighting in the streets of Mantle, you’ll still be working to save it.  We’re not going to abandon the city.”

“Good.”  Penny met Ruby’s gaze and gave a nod.  

Her eyes were still filled with fear, however, and Ruby lunged forward to pull her into an embrace.  Penny instantly relaxed into the gesture and sunk down to bury her face in the crook of Ruby’s neck, letting out a few tears as she did so.  They squeezed each other tight, a silent promise that they would handle whatever came next, and that Penny would never be alone in this fight.  

Prompt from this post

I’m sorry this took me so long to do, but have some sappy Penny and a confused Ruby!

They deserved a break from saving the world.  It was a thankless job at the best of times, and they only managed a few scarce moments of peace here and there, but both Penny and Ruby were grateful for the minutes they finally got to spend together, without Grimm or riots or war.

They found themselves wandering through a park, a piece of greenery that somehow still survived despite the chaos that once raged around it.  As they walked, savoring the day and the other’s presence, their hands naturally clasped together between them.  They didn’t have long before they’d have to get back to training and working, but even the scarce seconds they had here were a worthy reprieve.

“Oh, oh, here, have a seat.”  Penny gestured to a nearby bench, and Ruby obliged, watching her confusedly.  

“What are you doing?”

Penny bounced slightly in place, her hands held in front of her as she smiled with excitement and nervousness.  

“Allow me to show you.”  Penny took a deep breath, then began.  “‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?  Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds-’”

“Wait, is that some old poetry?”  Ruby asked with her head cocked in confusion.

At Ruby’s interruption, Penny had frozen in place, but now she slumped and looked over at Ruby.  “I thought… I thought I was being romantic.  I heard that reciting poetry to a person you care about was a method people used to let them know that you care.  So, I looked up poems that might start to explain how I feel about you.”

Ruby stepped forward and took Penny’s hands in her own. “I mean, that is a method some people use, but I don’t need some old poetry to know that you care about me. You show me all the time.”

They smiled at each other and squeezed their hands tight.

“Unless you want to recite old poems to me,” Ruby added.  “Then I will listen intently.”

“Well, I did take the time to memorize all these poems… Maybe just let me finish this one?”

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss from this post

11: in joy

Sera couldn’t stop smiling.  Usually, she hated having to get dressed up; the only reason she’d done so for that Orlesian masquerade thingy was because her Inky had asked her to.  But now, wearing an elegant white dress, she was doing this for herself.  For herself and for Nevi.  For both of them.  For an us she never expected to happen for her, but to remain in her dreams forever.

Nevi was beautiful, as always, and Sera couldn’t take her eyes off of her, drinking in every feature and sparkle in her eyes as vows were read. The pomp and circumstance of it all didn’t bother her for once, because this was an occasion worth celebrating.  Practically bouncing in place, Sera was so focused on the feeling of Nevi’s hands in her own that she only came back to reality when the Chantry Sister finally said, “You may now kiss the bride.”

With a gleeful giggle, Sera launched herself at Nevi, wrapped her arms around her neck, and kissed her.  She could have stayed like that for ages, held tight by Nevi, with no wars or politics getting in the way.  For a few moments, it was just the two of them and all the bliss that came with it.

“I can’t believe we’re married,” Sera murmured, still beaming.  

“Me neither.  But I’m so glad we are.”

Sera giggled again.  The ceremony was finished and the crowd that came to see the Inquisitor’s wedding had begun to disperse, but the happy couple were still clutching each other. “You’re my wife.  My wifey.”

“I love you, Sera.”

“I love you too.  I love you!  We’re married!”

Their lips met again, kisses shaped by the smiles that didn’t show any sign of fading.  

“There’s still some time before all the talking and politicking begins,” Nevi said with a mischievous glint in her eye.  “What do you say we go check out my quarters?”

“Here I actually got all dressed up for you, and all you want to do is get me out of this dress.  How shameful,” Sera teased, then grabbed Nevi’s hand and dragged her through the corridors, laughing and grinning the whole while.

From this post - still accepting prompts (probably through the holidays)!

Ren hummed a smalltune under his breath as he pulled two trays of gingerbread cookies from theoven and set them down to cool.  He putthe finishing touches on his frosting and turned back, ready to call for Norato come help him decorate, but he stopped in his tracks.  

All of thegingerbread heads were missing.

“Nora?”  He called knowingly.

Attempting to beinconspicuous, Nora peeked around the corner and quickly wiped a few crumbsaway before smiling innocently.  

“Yeeeeees?”  She asked, a twinkle in her eye.

He rolled hiseyes, the faintest smile on his lips.  “Idon’t suppose you know what happened to all the gingerbread heads?”

Nora saunteredinto the room and examined the horrific gingerbread slaughter.  “No!  Whocould do such a thing!  Those poorginger-hunters and ginger-huntresses!”

“Of course.  Well, headless or otherwise, we should getdecorating if we want these to be done for the party this evening with theother teams.”

“Sprinkles?”

Ren sighed andchuckled all in one.  “I’ve got thefrosting, you can handle the sprinkles.”

“Success!”

The duo sat at thetable and began decorating the decapitated gingerbread people.  Ren carefully piped the designs with avariety of colors and swirls and, once he was done, handed the cookie to Norafor her to add the final flourishes with an excessive amount of sparklingsprinkles.  For each gingerbread personthat was placed on the tray for the party that evening, one was immediatelyconsumed the moment it reached Nora’s station.

“I hope we’ll haveenough for everybody,” Nora remarked as she chewed on yet another cookie.  

“Why do you thinkI made two trays?”  Ren smiled.  “I knew at least half of them wouldn’t makeit past decorating.”

Nora leanedagainst his side and teased, “You’re so smart.  I knew there was a reason I kept you around.”

“And for my bakingskills, I presume.”

“Duh!  Don’t suppose you could make some gingerbreadpancakes while we’re at it?”

TO WAKE UP

From this list of prompts.  Feel free to send more!

Nevi groaned as she awoke.  How much did they drink last night?  How much money had Josephine won in theirWicked Grace match again?  Had Cullenfound his clothes yet?

She had no intention of getting upyet and, even if she had, she wouldn’t be able to go anywhere.  Sera was still sound asleep, snoring loudly,her leg draped over Nevi’s middle.  

Nevi leaned over to plant a kisson her forehead.  The simple gestureinadvertently awoke Sera from her slumber with a start.

“Wassat?”  She grumbled, sitting up and looking aroundin surprise.

“Sorry, love,” Nevi giggled.  “I didn’t mean to wake you up.  You were just so cute, I wanted to give you akiss.”

“Mm.  For a kiss, I guess I’ll forgive you, wifey,”Sera teased.  She shifted upwards in thebed so that Nevi could easily kiss her lips.

“Alright, now go back to sleep.”

“Mmmm…”  In a matter of moments, Sera settled down,still resting against Nevi, and started snoring again.