So many posts in the fair game Tumblr comm inspired this story. I love those guys to bits. I… had a bad feeling, so I wrote this before watching ep 12 and now I'm …yeah. I just hope someone reads this crack and feels better 3
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Clover strode into General Ironwood's office, it was early in the day but he'd already completed his first assignment. It wasn't unheard of for the General to call him back during the day for an urgent briefing on something which had come up but it wasn't common either. He was intrigued but not concerned.
The General turned from where he had been standing by the window, hands clasped tightly behind his back. He'd become more prone to bouts on introspection but he had a lot on his plate right now. It was hardly surprising.
"General," Clover snapped a salute.
The General wasted no time, as always, "What do you know about Qrow Branwen?"
"Ummm… broke some academy records as a member of team STRQ, some trouble with his sister if I recall rightly, teacher at Signal Academy, skilled huntsman. That's about all, Sir."
"Not bad," the General smiled, "you really do pay attention… I have information that Huntsman Branwen is about to arrive in Mantle. There are also two teams of student huntsmen with him. I've worked with Qrow before and I think he'd be a valuable asset. I'd like to integrate them into our structure… ensure that we have them all on side."
Clover nodded, not getting why exactly that may be in doubt but happy to oblige, "And you'd like me to give them a warm welcome? Armed escort?"
"I'd like you to arrest them," the General said, looking him in the eyes.
"Uh, Sir?" Clover said.
"They are arriving in a stolen transport. Huntsman Branwen has a bit of a history of… bending the rules. I feel it is important to remind them at the outset that this kind of behaviour will not be tolerated in Atlas."
"Yes Sir," Clover smiled. A little bit of an ego check then? He was fine with that.
The General pressed a button on his desk and a large holographic image flicked up. It was a man. A stunningly beautiful man. He had ebony hair and alabaster skin, eyes like fire and a black and tortured stare which sent shivers racing down Clover's spine.
"Specialist?" the General said.
"Yes Sir?"
"Are you quite alright?"
"Yes, Sir," Clover coughed, "I've just never seen a picture of Huntsman Branwen before… not what I was expecting."
"Is that so?" the General asked, a thin smile gracing his lips.
"Will that be all Sir?" Clover asked, keen to get himself as far away from the holograph as possible.
"No. I'd like you to keep an eye on him while he's here, keep him close. His semblance is misfortune…"
Clover could feel the General watching him, waiting for a response, "Can't believe he achieved so much in spite of something like that… that's incredible."
A hint of a smile twitched on the General's lips, "Quite. I just think that as our plans enter this final stage, we might need luck on our side."
"Yes Sir."
"You think you can manage that?"
Clover looked into those deep red eyes; long dark lashes framed them just so, somehow giving this hardened fighter a softness… a vulnerability…
Clover swallowed loudly, "Yes Sir," he said.
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Qrow sat in his newly assigned Atlas quarters. He lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Clover Ebi.
Yeah, let's think about him some more, that's been working out so well.
Qrow sighed and turned over, curling his slight frame a little tighter. No matter what he did, he could not stop thinking about Clover.
His eyes – which were a shade of green so perfect that it was nearly painful.
His words – which were warm and tender, reassuring yet relaxed.
His semblance – a perfect mirror to his own… and what it could mean... If Clover could teach him how to control his semblance better… If Clover could balance out his bad luck so that the people near him need not fear for their lives…
His pants…
No, not this again. Yes, the man's crotch is difficult to look away from. Yes, his hair is as perfect as a marble statue. Yes, his wink makes me want to whip out Harbinger and slice his clothes clean off…
And he's so nice to me! Why is he so damn nice to me?! No one is that nice to me! ARGH I'M SO SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED.
Great denial there, Qrow. Doing fine.
Qrow pressed his face into the pillow and tried to suffocate himself.
This is the last thing you need right now! Even I know that getting a raging hard-on for one of Jimmy's little soldier boys is a bad, BAD idea. And a handpicked specialist at that…
Jimmy must have really thought he'd struck gold, finding someone with a luck semblance to run his little show. And to have the guy all set up and ready to go, just in time for Qrow to stumble in with his comedy misfortune act, ready to accidentally tear the place a new one…
It was all a bit too much of a coincidence, hey?
Qrow sat up suddenly and threw the pillow on the floor.
That's why he's so damn nice to me. Jimmy pays him.
Shit! Qrow you complete idiot! Why for the love of ass why would you ever, ever think that things might possibly be going your way!? Haven't you learned anything!?
It all seemed so obvious. He could even imagine the conversation:
Jimmy: Hey Clover, you're a gorgeous, clean cut all-Altesian kinda guy!
Clover: Why, yes I am!
Jimmy: I have an old frenemy coming to stay! His semblance is misfortune!
Clover: Well, how about that?
Jimmy: He's the unluckiest bastard alive. Whole city might just burn down around us as soon as he walks thought the gate.
Clover: That sounds bad!
Jimmy: It's terrible. Can you babysit him for me? Just follow him around being lucky? Make sure he stays happy. He's a real pain in the ass.
Clover: Sounds like a major drag but anything for Atlas! Oh Sir, would you mind if I licked your boots on my way out?
Jimmy: No, son! Help yourself!
Thanks universe, Qrow sighed deeply, love you too, babe.
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