Prologue
"Sometimes a bit of bad luck can bring about something good."
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(Red Blade of Vengeance)
Qrow Branwen wasn't one to lay down roots, not in his line of work and especially not with the semblance he'd been cursed with, and yet he found himself returning to the small desert village just on the border of Vacuo and Vale each chance he got. It was a small little place, a trade post that got more activity each harvest and was slowly planting its own roots in the rough ground. The fact that Hunters, much like himself, used it as a rest stop also brought some notice to the place; although Qrow often found himself going out of his way just to swing by.
The reason for these frequent visits, which his now married teammates and best friend were starting to question him on, was rather simple even if the mere mention of it was enough to earn a quick denial. For in what passed as the only bar for several hundred miles in either direction, there was a person that caught the dusty old bird's attention and just wouldn't let him go. She was a cute thing, meat in all the right places, and don't even get him started on her…
"What ya thinkin bout, ya naughty bird."
Right, priorities first.
"About how bad I feel for the maid that has to come by and clean up this mess we made," that earned him a smack to the chest, naturally clawed hands tracing one of the many scars that lined him, and don't even get him started on the way her naturally toned legs grinded against his own.
The hotel room they booked was practically their home away from home, since he didn't really stay in any one place and her's was above the bar she worked at. That being said, the manager liked to half-heartedly chastise them about supposed noise complaints she kept getting from the other guests whenever the two of them came by. What can he say, there was something about this woman that really got him going like no other.
"Ya don't hav ta put it like tha, Qrow," she rolled over the top of him, the loose sheet they'd been snuggling under slid off her like water, and all her nude glory did wonderful things to certain parts of his body, "Wha would others think if they overheard ya?"
A roguish grin took from on his face, "Have I ever told you just how much I luv your accent?"
Red crept up her face in an instant, nearly matching her naturally crimson hair and the pair of fluffy fox ears that adorned her head; they did this little twitching motion that was just so fucking adorable! Then there were her eyes, a pair of bright blue orbs with a vertical slit that just made her all the more animalistic. She was like those old legends from Mistral about fox spirits taking the forms of beautiful women to lure in unsuspecting men. Only this time she brought in an old bird and just kept playing with him.
"Don change tha subject," she tried to argue from her place of dominance, something that wasn't all that intimidating when her face was still a wonderful shade of red and he could feel her slowly grinding against a very special spot.
"You're right," Qrow managed to get his hands around the back of her neck and pull her down onto his chest, the feeling of her breasts squished against him was very interesting, "Let's get back to our...heated debate."
Their lips met in a passion that would get anyone's blood pumping.
Though, through a stroke of luck that Qrow should have expected by this point, their activities gave way to something neither of them expected. The protection they were both using, something that should have made it 100% impossible for the fox faunus to get pregnant, failed fabulously. Call it good luck or bad, a few weeks later Qrow got a message in the middle of his hunt. A message that read two little words, words that nearly cost him his life when a rather pissed off Grimm tried to crush him.
I'm Pregnant...