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It's okay the nightmares over I got you Summer . . . I got you

Hummingbird week Day 3 (5/26/21)

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We bring to you (only a little delayed) this year's ( 2021) Hummingbird prompts!!

This year's week will run May 24th through 30th.

All the same rules apply, if you look to be reblogged, and please make sure to tag it #hummingbird week 2021 and @hummingbirdweek to make certain we see the notifications!

This year we decided to continue the theme of floriography, so the prompts are:

24th: Rue; Regret

25th: Dame’s Rocket; Rivalry

26th: Balsam; Ardent Love

27th: Michaelmas Daisy; Farewell

28th: Alyssum; Worth Beyond Beauty

29th: Asphodel; My Regrets Follow You to the Grave

30th: Gardenia; Secret Love

We’re so excited to see what you all come up with! See you in May!

Your mod,

Hummingbird week day 6: Be Gentle With Me

Summer Rose was a brat, sure, but also likely the softest member of STRQ in terms of affection. Her approach, when the time called for it, was as gentle as summer rain and Qrow reveled in being intimate with someone who handled him with care and love in each of her actions.

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@hummingbirdweek post for day 6

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 2,312 Fandom: RWBY Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Qrow Branwen/Summer Rose Characters: Qrow Branwen, Summer Rose (RWBY), Raven Branwen, Taiyang Xiao Long Additional Tags: Regret, Memories, Missed Opportunities, Flashbacks, Hummingbird Week (RWBY), Hummingbird Week 2021

Hummingbird Week 2021 Day 1: Rue; Regret

Summary: Qrow has many regrets. If he'd taken Summer seriously, so long ago, things could have been very different.

A very messy and simple sketch for my first day, just a young couple very much in love.

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Brothers, why was he so anxious. He could make every girl on campus swoon just by fixing his bangs. And yet somehow, the one girl he actually wanted made him crumble like a house of cards. It was... maddening. They’d been partners on the same team for well over two years by this point, so why couldn't he say something?

He couldn’t help tossing and turning in his pint sized bed. He wanted to tell Summer he loved her so bad, but could never find the courage to. Well, not this time. Come fourth period, he would do it. It didn’t matter if she rejected him or more likely kicked his ass afterwards; Qrow Branwen would make his feelings known. 

Morning went okay, same as always. Summer somehow up and at it at 6 in the morning, telling him to get out of bed. Qrow never listened, not because he was tired but because he didn’t want Summer to see him blush. Brothers, why was she so damn beautiful? It wasn’t until she relented, that he could finally get changed for another mundane day.

Their first few classes were nauseatingly boring, as they had been since they were first years. Half of what Professor Port said, Qrow had learned the hard way; he had the scars and lost friends to prove it. Which is why he hardly ever paid any attention to them. And as much as he fought the urge, he couldn’t resist staring at his little leader. 

Fortunately, as a model student, she never noticed.

Next was lunchtime. Qrow always wondered about the ludicrous budget for food at Beacon. If the tribe saw this spread, everybody would enrol here. A far cry from his and Raven’s days of scavenging and hunting; praying they’d see the end of the week. But try as he might, Qrow couldn’t stomach much. The moment of truth encroaching by the second.

*DING DING DING*

Goddammit.

As a quickly as the bell had rang, Summer was right behind him to ensure he attended. Despite barely being 5 feet tall, Summer’s presence could make a Goliath cower in fear. 

“You coming, Qrow?” the little titan asked sweetly.

“Ughhh... yeah. Right behind you.” He answered meekly.

Her one of a kind smile followed his answer, slowly beginning to saunter off to class. But before she was able to, she felt a light pull at her sleeve. Puzzled, Summer turned her gaze around to see Qrow nervously scratching his head. What confused her most was that it seemed he was avoiding eye contact, which wasn’t at all like him.

“Qrow? What's wrong?” She questioned.

“Umm, do you mind if we... talked for a bit?” He stammered out.

“Sorry, Qrow. Can it wait? I dont wann-”

“No, it can’t.”

The harshness of his voice surprised her. In the time she’d been his partner, he’d never heard him in that tone of voice. Sure, he was moody at the best of times, but this? This was different and she wasn’t sure how to feel.

“If I wait any longer, I’ll never be able to say it.” He explained.

Say it? What the hell is he talking about? She thought to herself. Qrow speaking at length was a rare occurrence, particularly around her. So, needless to say, all of this was sending her mind into overdrive. Was this was she thought it was? Or was she just overthinking it?

“Can we go outside?” Qrow asked, breaking Summer’s line of thought.

“Sure...” 

Summer followed behind her lanky partner, trying to keep up with his long strides. It was at time like this Summer realized how tall Qrow really was. He had the lovely habit of slouching practically all the time, so she seldom noticed the difference between them. But Gods above...

Under the blaring light of the midsummer sun, Qrow picked a spot beneath the canopy of an old oak tree. It was a short walk from the cafeteria, but the heat was unforgiving. Sometime capes aren’t the greatest fashion choice. Summer then leaned against the trunk, relishing in the shade; all the while her partner paced nervously.

“So what’s this all about?” Summer finally inquired “You’re not normally this pushy.”

“Uh well, I wanted to.. tell you... ughh”

“Tell me what?” She grumbled, starting to getting annoyed.

For God’s sake, TELL HER. His mind screamed at him. To do something, say anything. But his voice failed at every attempt. Qrow stood like a stump, incoherent babble leaking from his mouth. With that, Summer shook her head.

“Okay, Qrow. If you’re not gonna tell me what this whole song and dance is about then I’m going to class.” She snapped, storming off towards campus.

Without thinking, Qrow grabbed her wrist. A desperate wordless attempt to salvage this situation. Summer was about to wretch herself free and give Qrow a free lesson in personal space. At least until she heard him whisper.

“I like you, Summer...”

The young woman whipped around in disbelief, unsure if was dreaming or not.

“What?” the only word she could muster.

“I like you, Summer.” Qrow repeated “Ever since we met that day in Emerald Forest, I’ve been hopelessly in love with you. I’ve want tell to you for ages now, but I was scared to get too close. I’d never forgive myself if my semblance did something to hurt you. I’m-”

THUD

A solid kick to the gut had Qrow reeling and gasping for air. Summer was infinitely stronger than her stature implied. Coughing, looked up to find an answer for whatever the hell that was for; only for Summer to take his face in her hands. Before he could figure out what she was doing now, he felt her warmth against his lips.

What’s going on? Is this real? Those thoughts replayed through his mind as Summer continued to give him the best kiss of his life. His right hand moved on its own, running through Summer’s hair and cupping her cheek. Each second felt like heaven, even as she pulled away, albeit begrudgingly. Silver met Vermilion, Qrow’s face still in her caress.

“Sorry.” His crush apologized, “I didn’t know how else to shut you up.”

Qrow just chuckled, still in the bliss of the moment.

“If you couldn’t tell already. I like you, too.” She admitted, twirling a finger through his feathery hair.

Who’d have guessed three little words could make a man feel indomitable. Qrow had always hoped, but never once thought it feel this incredible. Summer broke his trance, pulling on his arm.

“C’mon. We can ‘talk’ more later. For now, let’s get to class before Raven and Tai start wondering where we are.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Qrow stood up beside her, feeling reborn. Their eyes met once more before Summer offered her hand. The young man took it in his own without a drop of doubt. 

Cornflower;

Be Gentle With Me

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The crisp air chilled exposed skin, despite the heaters working beyond capacity to push back the cold. A shiver rose bumps across her skin, and tentatively an eye cracked open. The faint scent of fire and smoke lingered in the air, and the remaining embers flared slightly as the breeze slipped down the leaky fireplace chimney. 

Her cheeks ached against the cold, and she squeezed silver eyes shut again. Turning them down into the plush rug and pillow, she tried to pull in a deep breath only to gather a lung-full of musty, damp air. Instantly, her lungs rebelled, curling into a ball into the crimson cloak draped across her form as a coughing jag racked her body.  A fresh breath, this time through the cloak, filled her senses with the scent of pine and new earth. Instantly, her eyes popped open with a start. Shooting up, silver eyes searched the room for another person. Instead, she found her drying clothes slung over a rack near the fireplace, her boots leaned against the hearth. The room itself was empty.

The cloak and then blanket draped across it held the rest of her modesty intact, and she rapidly moved to redress herself. Stiff from the drying process, the smell of smoke clung to them, but she was grateful for the lingering warmth and lack of moisture. Fully garbed, save for her cloak which was still slightly damp she looked about. The small dingy suite rented out for their mission was dark. Another cold breeze slipped through an unseen crack. Flicking a light switch, nothing lit up, and the young women sighed.