New Author's Note: Well it seems this pairing has gotten a fair bit of support, so I think a return is in order. I'm re-posting the first chapter of this tale (I'm NOT rewriting it), but then I'll continue it from there. The only difference you might see is in formatting, and a scant few paragraphs might get a touch-up.
As far as uncommon pairings go, I personally like this one a lot.
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(Original Author's Note: After a nice load of caffeine and a full day's worth of daydreaming, I realized how rare a Glynda X Winter pairing was - I only found one story that paired them up, but Glynda had …an extra part. For me, that's a no-no. I'm writing this as fluff, not smut. It might deserve an M rating, but I'll go ahead and give it a T. If I need to change it, someone let me know, will you? Speaking of rare pairings, I just saw a story featuring Ruby X Dew Gayl (from team NDGO). Where'd that come from?
I'm calling this ship 'Winterspell' since it fits and that's the name of one of my favorite songs by Two Steps From Hell.)
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Anyone who saw her would instantly assume she was on vacation. And they would be right.
The night was chilly, so Glynda wore a light jacket as she walked. The street was normally empty, so she had only the minimum light as she traveled. She wore sneakers for the evening since walking where she needed to go in heels was a bad idea. In place of her usual frilly blouse and pencil skirt, Glynda Goodwitch had on a simple black t-shirt and an old pair of blue jeans that she had cut to capri length herself several years ago. In her hand was a bag from a local convenience store that carried a pre-packaged coffee drink and a package of low-calorie snacks. She kept her riding crop tucked into her belt, always prepared for the worst. Her hair was put up in a scrunchie, and in place of her usual narrow, thin-rimmed glasses she was wearing her 'weekend' pair - the lenses were a bit larger, but otherwise they were perfectly normal.
For the past week, Glynda had taken various airships to visit her family in the outer sectors of Vale. And now that she was back in the city, Glynda had decided to rent a room at a motel. It was her time to unwind, after all. It was the end of the week, and Ozpin would be expecting her to be back at her desk bright and early tomorrow morning.
As she walked through the outer parts of the city limits and headed for her room, she passed by a dimly lit bar and stopped walking. Inside the smoke-filled liquor-smelling establishment sat a figure of brilliant white. A figure that did not belong there, as far as the blonde was concerned.
Glynda quickly tucked her bag away behind a trash can and went inside, determined to solve this mystery. It was a bad habit of hers.
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Even in the dim light, the sight of an Atlesian Military uniform was stunning - if only because it forced you to squint when you looked at it. The woman wearing this one was leaning on the bar, swaying gently to the music in the background. She held a shot glass with one hand while trying to steady herself with the other.
"Damn Ironwood… *hic* …damn Qrow…" She downed the glass, wincing hard. Glynda couldn't tell what it was, but it looked like the woman had just swallowed fire. "Damn all the men…!" She slammed the glass down on the bar with a thwack, then turned to a nearby table and loudly said, "But not you guysh, *hic* you're cool…"
"Hear, hear!" A nearby group of drunken men all lifted their glasses at the mention of their existence.
By this point Glynda had glided over to the woman's side at the bar, not saying a word. White hair whipped around as the woman finally saw her and smiled broadly, "Glyndaaaa… *hic* …the hell are you doin' here?" The smile faltered as it's owner registered who she was looking at. "And when did you get a twin sishter? Why are there two of you?" A gloved hand was raised to point, but the finger waved erratically from side to side.
"Winter Schnee, you are drunk," Glynda said in a flat voice.
"I am NOT lady, young drunk…" she slogged, still woozy, "for your informa-shun *hic* I am drink-ING… hee hee…"
"No, you're finished drinking. Come on, I'll walk you out." The taller woman reached a hand out.
Winter saw it, considered her life choices, then took it and tried to stand up (keyword: tried). It took a few minutes before she regained her feet. Gravity had fought, but the Atlesian Specialist had fought harder.
"Shee ya later boys! I've got… *hic* …a DATE!" She lifted one fist in victory and grinned from ear to ear. The table of men all did the same.
Glynda rolled her eyes and tossed a few lien to the bartender before they walked outside.
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Having regained her shopping bag, Glynda Goodwitch had Winter Schnee draped over one shoulder as the two women walked (stumbled) down the dark street. White hair bobbed up and down as the younger woman fought for every second of consciousness she could get.
"And you know what elsh? …They don't shee me ash a *hic* woman. I'm just a soldier *hic*. I've never been asked on *hic* one single date my entire life! *hic* NOT ONE!"
After that shout she went quiet for a minute. Much to the blonde's shock, Winter actually began to cry, "All I ever wanted was *hic* shomeone to come home to… *sniff* shomeone to hold me… *hic*…"
Glynda remained quiet, afraid to admit that she had been feeling these same conflicts over the past few years. She had always tried to be the good student, always strove to be the best at everything - even if it cost her womanhood. The boys had never been brave enough to approach her, and she never even considered the girls. Looking back at it all, Glynda began to wonder if it was all worth-
"I WANNA GRAB SOME BOOBIEEEEEEES!" …*hic*
Glynda petrified.
The shout echoed into the distance for a brief second. It took everything she had to NOT simply drop Winter on the pavement.
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By the time they reached her motel room, Glynda had gotten in contact with General Ironwood, Winter's commander, to inform him that his specialist was unable to report back for the night. He had acknowledged the message, stating that since it was Glynda, he would entrust Schnee to her for the evening.
Winter had fallen asleep on the way, forcing Glynda to use her semblance to carry the girl all the way into the room and onto the bed. Tucking her goodies away in the mini-fridge, the blonde stopped in the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water.
"The hell are you waitin' for, an engraved invitation?" a small voice squeaked.
"Oh hell," she groaned. Every time she smelled alcohol for too long (which apparently had happened tonight) Glynda always began to see and hear little angel and devil versions of herself sitting on her shoulders. And, like clockwork, the devil Glynda was in position. Her velvety red outfit and fake horns were the most obvious features, but when she spoke it sounded like Glynda's voice after inhaling a bunch of helium.
"That fine piece of ass is in there just WAITING for it! Go on, do it! Do her!"
A puff of white smoke on her other shoulder signaled the arrival of angel Glynda, who quickly intoned "You know that would be wrong, for the child is not of her right mind." She stood in a large white tunic with fake angel wings attached to her back, holding a toy harp. Her voice also sounded like a chipmunk. "Such a grievous sin would doubtless leave the both of you feeling empty and violated…"
"Grievous sin?! That sounds like an awesome rock band…" The devil Glynda chuckled.
The fake angel wings vibrated with anger, "This is a serious matter! That child needs help, …not crazed, lusty affairs!"
"Both of you SHUT UP…" The Glynda in the middle quietly but firmly silenced the two figures, then quickly walked out of the bathroom to a sight that made her heart race and stop at the same time.
Winter had woken up, that was for sure. The younger girl had just finished removing her top and was working on the bottoms - but apparently she forgot to remove the boots first. It was an awkward sight to say the least.
Glynda didn't realize she was staring until Winter pulled her out of her reverie by saying, "…You gonna… shtare all night or *hic* …give me a hand…?"
The next several minutes passed without any more words. Glynda had to partially re-dress the soldier in order to remove certain articles of clothing, leaving Winter much more comfortable - and leaving Glynda in possibly the most uncomfortable position she'd ever been in.
The younger girl was now wearing her uniform pants… and nothing else. It was a bit surprising to see how …well endowed the Schnee girl was underneath that jacket.
Winter spoke, her words slow and careful to keep from slurring, "I… said something… strange… earlier… didn't I?"
Glynda nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She also kept her focus away from Winter's heaving chest…
"Dem titties! WOOO!" Devil Glynda picked a hell of a time to intrude.
"She has beauty to be sure…" Angel Glynda started to say, "Perhaps you could assist in other ways…"
Under her breath, big Glynda muttered, "Traitor…"
A hand touched her shoulder, and Winter's voice whined, "Was Winter… a bad girl?"
"?!"
Glynda looked over and saw Winter Schnee, specialist of the Atlesian Military and deadly warrior on the battlefield, pouting and holding her hands over her chest like a child. Her bottom lip was sticking out in a very cute pose and she looked up at Glynda with the biggest puppy-dog eyes the woman had ever seen.
All three Glyndas were left speechless.
A word on repressed emotions and alcohol: While there is little or no solid evidence that consuming mass quantities of alcoholic drinks will turn you into a wizard, it is known that doing so will bring out whatever emotions you've kept bottled up for a long time. Quiet people become angry drunks. Angry people become laughing drunks. And straight-laced, boring people become the craziest, kinkiest boogers you ever will see. Also of note, Glynda is an extreme lightweight; simply being in the bar for a few minutes had given her a buzz.
Winter leaned forward, adjusting her arms so they pushed her breasts up from underneath, and said in the sweetest, gentlest voice she possibly could,
"Aren't you going to punish Winter?"
There was the sound of a snapping string and Glynda Goodwitch knew no more.
Both little Glyndas had suddenly developed nosebleeds.
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Two small bundles of tied-up rage were tossed out the door of the motel room and left there for the night. The door clicked shut behind them, and the moaning began exactly two seconds later. Both little Glyndas began blushing furiously.
The angel Glynda spoke first, "I thought this was what you wanted?"
"I wanted to be IN THERE, dammit… I'm missing all the good stuff!"
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The next morning…
"SCHNEE! FRONT AND CENTER! !"
The voice of James Ironwood boomed through the entire motel complex. He stood right outside their motel room, meaning there would be no more sleep.
There was exactly three seconds of silence, followed by a quiet 'oh… SHIT' and the sound of rustling sheets, then some thumping as feet hit the carpet.
Winter Schnee answered the door double-wrapped in the bedsheet and, by some miracle, kept it in place while standing at attention. Her hair was mangled and her eyes were red, but she was awake and breathing heavily. The clock on the opposite wall read 7:13 am. "Schnee reporting, s-s-sir!" She gave a shaky solute.
Ironwood's stern face cracked into a warm smile, but his voice remained firm, "New orders. Report to base by 0900 hours. We depart for Atlas at midday."
The girl's stiff face relaxed slightly as she saluted again, "Yes, sir!"
Ironwood nodded then said, "As you were."
The door closed with a grunt and James could feel the tension fade away. He smiled again, turning back to return to his car. Before getting in, however, he grabbed his scroll and shot Glynda a text:
I let Ozpin know you were under the weather this
morning, so he told me to tell you to take an extra
day off. He said to just relax, you've earned it.
He looked back at the window of the room and waited. Exactly ten seconds later, Glynda's face peeked out from behind the blinds and their eyes locked. Ironwood simply nodded. Glynda blushed hard before ducking back inside.
A few seconds later, his scroll beeped with her response: Thank you, James.
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Both women got dressed in absolute silence. Neither woman so much as looked at the other.
Glynda sat facing the door while Winter took her shower, not budging an inch. Glynda's shower had been fast and hot (and she desperately tried not to compare it to the events of last night…), and she had dressed in her casual clothes once again, now with an extra day to enjoy them.
Winter was now fully recovered and cleaned up, her uniform the very image of perfection. Her hair had taken a little time to repair, but it too looked just as it was intended. The girl still said nothing.
Glynda decided to break the ice, "What happened last night was not-"
"Yes, it was my fault," she interrupted. "I knew good and well what my limits were, but I chose to ignore them." Her face contorted in frustration. Glynda quietly walked up next to the girl who was still talking, "I knew I couldn't handle that much and I didn't care. I said things I can't take back. I made you late in returning to Beacon-"
A thin finger pressed over her lips, cutting off Winter's rambling. Glynda lightly shushed her and said, "Next time you're in Vale with time to kill, give me a call…" The blonde gave her a sly wink.
Winter swallowed hard, then smiled and said, "…Yes, ma'am."
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(Original A/N: So that was my attempt at Glynda X Winter, or what I'm calling Winterspell. What did you think of it? Was my portrayal of a drunken Winter acceptable? Was I way off base with the repressed emotions thing? Did anyone even read this?
Assuming you did, and assuming you all liked it, I'd actually be interested in continuing with these two somehow... but only if there's interest from you, the readers. Let me know if you do!)
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New A/N: There really isn't much to work with in terms of canon details for these two, so as I continue I will be making certain things up on the spot. Things like their ages, I mean (and if details like that do exist, I'm too lazy to go looking for them). That being said, the only thing I will try and keep accurate is their attitudes. Keyword: try.
And, just as an aside, my intention for this particular story is to update it only with stand-alone chapters. No long-ass plot for these two. If you guys can think of any suggestions I can use, feel free to shout them out in the review section! I'll credit anyone who drops an idea I can use.
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