Omg I'm loving v6 so far even though the gang got split up again. But that's just for some team development. Can I get a drunk Qrow that's very clingy to his s/o and they have to just walk around with him clinging to him. Saying that he shouldn't be around them bc of his semblance and his s/o shushes him with a long hug.
It was hard to walk in a straight line, but not for the reasons most people would be led to believe when youâd later recall the memory. Your body felt heavy and your limbs hard to move as you walked out of the bar. It was glowing in the darkened evening, bustling with activities that only grew quieter as you put distance between it and yourself.
It was hard to walk straight, but it wasnât due to a single drop of alcohol--well, none that you consumed, at least. No, there was a man hanging off your body, limbs gentle but firm in how they wrapped around you, his face pressed to your shoulder as he walked with a just-off gait to give away his drunkenness.
âDunno why you donât have a lilâ drink,â the man, Qrow, said with an amused slur to his words. âIt ainât gonna kill ya.â
âYou drink for the two of us,â you said in a quick response, a smile already on your face from spending the last several hours with him.
You gently adjust the man so his elbow isnât digging into your side, but itâs rather impossible to completely detach him--youâve long since learned not to attempt. Qrow was always rather clingy when he got a bit drunk (at least when he was around you).
âIf I got drunk, who would be able to get you home?â
You felt the manâs face nuzzle against your shoulder again as he seemed to mull over the reasoning, finally letting out a soft noise of annoyance.
âIâd figure somethinâ out,â The man drawls, body leaning heavily against your own. âShouldnât be relyinâ on yâlike this anyway.â
Maybe it was how he said it, or maybe it was the sudden shift in the air between the two of you--or maybe even the way you felt one of his hands tighten around the material of your short in a fleeting moment of vulnerability. It passed quickly enough, though the concern lingered on in your mind as you opened your mouth to ask,
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âBabe. Sweetheart. Darling,â You stopped walking as Qrowâs overly-sweet petnames felt too heavy in the air between you. âYou remember Iâm a walkinâ bad luck charm here right? Surprised yâonly dropped one glass tonight.â
âIt was a little accident.â
âIt was my frigginâ semblance beinâ like it always is.â
Itâs hard not to feel worried over the hardness of his tone--a man whoâs had many years to accept the fact that bad things just happened around him....and those he loved.
He didnât give you any time to respond. You felt his arms cling tighter around you, his body close and his face almost pressed into the crook of your neck.
âWhy are âya even around me? Mâgonna get you hurt. Donât deserve âya...â
His voice fell into a soft mutter as his lips pressed to your neck, his drunken stupor having rubbed away most of the walls the man so often kept up.
Your arms naturally fell around him, holding him tight against you as your bodies started to rock gently, back and forth. The motion seemed soothing, as Qrow didnât continue with his mumbling and simply enjoyed the moment.
âYouâre gonna have to do more than get drunk and have an emotional crisis to get rid of me,â You promised him. âIâm here for you, Qrow, no matter what.â
He was silent for a moment, contemplating something before he let out a sigh against your skin.
âNo matter what?â
You rolled your eyes and moved one hand up to his head, gently stroking through his dark locks.
âNo matter what,â came your gentle, reassuring echo.
It was a sweet moment. Qrow sighed into your skin, his hands on your back and feeling so warm, so strong, so loving.













