(So yeah exams soon im so dammed anyways finally finished watching all of rwby so here you have)

Returning to camp after a patrol of Mantle's walls always puts extra pep into Fiona's step. The Happy Huntresses are flourishing. Donated items, funding and even Robyn's campaign are going well; the council seat is practically secured. There was just a little ol' someone missing...

Cris was off in their personal tent, about as personal as you can get considering Cris and Fiona shared a tent. The first thing Cris noticed was a sudden breeze, as the tent flap opened, turning around for just a moment before they felt a pair of arms wrapped around their waist. "Patrol went fine before you ask, and I demand urgent refilling in snuggles, kisses and hugs" Fiona "demanded" in a satirical haughty demanding tone. "Or else, I might just "accidentally" take all the blankets tonight." This one, a much more real "threat".