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He was brilliant, however unassuming. If Winter was a force to be reckoned with, Qrow was quite a storm. She wondered what would have happened if she had said yes. Said yes to him, said yes to staying. She wondered where she would be, what her life would be like. She imagined that she would be a huntress, and that they would have a child by now. She clenched the ring in her fist. No, she liked her life. She loved the military, loved what she did, loved feeling the exhilaration that being in command gave her. She was meant for this life. But, she thought, rolling the ring between her fingers, that didn't mean that she wasn't allowed to regret. Look, I know we don't exactly get along, but tonight should be a happy night. We saved a kingdom and kicked Grimm ass, so i'm not leaving until I see you smile like everyone else! Taiyang: Are you serious, Qrow? You have a kid? Qrow: Yes. Taiyang: Legitimate? Qrow: ...No. Qrow: When I said I can't be there for her, I mean ever. Taiyang: So what are you going to do then? Walk out of your child's life like your sister? Weiss: If Ivory is my sister's kid...that would mean that I'm actually her aunt! I'm not even of legal age yet! I'm too young to be someone's aunt! Yang: Now that I think about it, my uncle's daughter would make me and Ivory cousins. Well what do you know! We're somewhat related, Weiss! Weiss: That's even WORSE! Ruby: Even though Uncle Qrow is technically not my uncle by blood, I'm glad to be, in a weird way, related to you, Weiss! Weiss: Easy for you to say! You're still young and have so much to live for! I'm now the old bag of the family that never got a chance to get married! Blake: You're seventeen not seventy. Qrow: How about instead of yelling at me half of the time, you get Jimmy here to stop plunging knives into people's backs? Glynda: Because he's not the one producing bastard offsprings here. How many other women have you slept with without protection? Qrow: Easy for you to say. You always have your rich father to fall back on. You've had a safety net since the day you were born. I don't have that luxury. I've got so many damn screws loose,what woman would be willing to put up with a broken mess like me? Winter: This one. Where the hell did that ice cream bitch go? Qrow: You do realize how much you're giving up to not live with papa, don't you? Why in the hell would you choose me, the guy who doubted your mental disability, over your filthy rich grandfather? Ivory: It is true that papa is wealthy, and it's true that you haven't been understanding of my disability...but there was one reason why I decided to stay here. You make mommy happy. Jet: What are you even doing here? Ivory: I came to catch up with the family. Though it looks like you haven't changed a bit, you little brat. Jet: You're just lucky you're dad's favorite! Ivory: Trust me, he doesn't. Maybe now with the old man six feet under, they can finally be a respectable company. Qrow: I don't believe it! I'm going to be a grandfather before Tai! Someone remind me to call him later so I can rub it in his face! Winter: That's wonderful, Ivory! I can't believe how grown up you've become! Ivory: Thanks, mom! Qrow: Just promise us one thing. Ivory: What is it? Qrow: Don't keep this a secret from Rosso. Winter: *smacks Qrow behind the head* Qrow: How about, instead of talking to me like you hate my guts, you talk to me like you would to your friends. Winter: General Ironwood is my only friend. Qrow: Oookay, I'm gonna go ahead and take charge of this conversation before it gets any more depressing. Winter:You're drinking already? Honestly, Branwen, how have you managed to survive this long? Qrow: My Semblance allows me to break down alcohol and add the resulting energy directly to my Aura. Winter: Really?! Qrow: No, stupid. I just drink a lot. Winter: I mean it, Qrow. That sex was a one time thing. Qrow: Who are you trying to convince? Me or you? Winter thought about it, despite it being Qrow, she could admit that he can match her dancing pretty well. Hell, he wasn't even that bad looking either. Muscular, lean, with a mature looking face. Plus the rumors of how good he was in bed... No, bad Winter, stop. Winter: Hold your tongue, you have a deal. Qrow: You sure? I thought you liked my tongue? Winter: I do. But I'm planning on being the one to make you lose control this time. Qrow: Then I'm looking forward to it. Jeez, Raven, you really need to lay off the cheesecake. Winter: If you knew what I was, and still am, and what I've done, then why haven't you ended me yet? Qrow: Everyone deserves a second chance. Winter: I don't deserve a second chance. Qrow: Well, too bad, Ice Queen, you're getting as many second chances as it takes. I will continue to love you until you love yourself, or until you finally kill me. Qrow: I just hate yoga, it's nothing but poses. Winter: It's to relax the body and ease stress. Qrow:Liquor does the same. Winter: Without giving you a hangover. Jaune Arc. The nobody who had cheated his way into Beacon. The fool who could barely hold a sowrd, whose skill had placed him in the same threat level as a newborn puppy. Whose naive, friendly smile was matched only bu his determination to get knocked on his ass, and his total cluelessness towards the opposite sex. The first time they met, there were fireworks. Or sparks. Depends on who's telling the story. And how drunk they were at the time. No matter the circumstances though, Winter Schnee and Qrow Branwen would always end the story the same way. "It was a mistake, but knowing everything I do now, there is nothing in the world I wouldn't give to make the same mistake again." Winter: It's about time you showed up. Qrow: Me?! I've been here since yesterday! Winter: What?! So have I! Where were you? Qrow: I was here! Well, there might have been a while at night where I was passed out on the floor. But I was here! Winter: I can not believe you! Qrow: Gee, what a pretty picture. It's nice waking up and seeing a beautiful, sunlit woman- Winter: Instead of the bottom of an empty bottle? Qrow: That one actually hurt, Schnee. Winter: You'll live. Qrow: You're trying to talk to me. You're being deliberate. Did Ironwood order you to make peace or some stupid shit like that? Winter: The General gave me no orders. I simply wanted to- Qrow: Wanted to what, princess? To start a fight before it begins? We're like a bomb, sweetheart- too many chemicals in a closed space. Light the fuse, you're already done. Their father leaned in and read the title of their power point: "Why You Should Let Us Get The Fuck Out" Tai: And don't do anything stupid! Yang: I'll make sure Ruby doesn't. Tai: I was talking to you, Yang. Weiss: Tell me, what's your grandfather's name? Jaune: Oh, uh. He's dead. Weiss: Let me rephrase that, what was your grandfather's name? Jaune: Eldir, Eldir Arc. Weiss: -So that's where he's from, a family of idiots- It was nice every now and then to have some alone time, but without Qrow, there was just something that didn't feel right. Light something was off... Before Nora could open the door to use the toilet, Pyrrha could hear the sound of constant gagging and saw two people on their knees behind one of the bathroom stalls. Pyrrha: Nope. However, Ruby wasn't the only one staring at the entrancing sight. The blonde and Qrow stared as well, seemingly mesmerized by the sight. Even though Qrow had seen Winter's fangs a million times already, it never got old. There was a certain sparkle to them which he found captivating. Winter: Do mot concern yourself with me. Qrow is by my side and you have your team and the academy as allies. If an attack like that happens again, you will have prepared reinforcements. Ruby: How's he doing? Winter: He's Qrow.

Ruby: Makes sense. It didn't take long for her to feel lonely without his presence. She was never used to being completely alone. Qrow was usually always with her, so it was an odd feeling, especially since she'd grown accustomed to everything about him. Years ago, he had vowed to protect Winter. Presently, that was unspoken since it went without saying. Although Winter doesn't have a duty to protect Qrow, he knew she'd do the same. Qrow: Are we going to kill her? We've been looking around for days. I want to make this worth it. Winter: I don't know about kill. More like...punish. Qrow: Sounds kinky. Qrow had a special way of getting on her nerves. In the rigid world she had ever known ever since she had come out of her mother's womb, people knew how to behave themselves. Superiors ordered, subordinates knew to obey, and peers were professional. Qrow flaunted boundaries that would get most people thrown on their ass with nary a care in the world. He threw her off balance. She didn't like it, but like a moth pulled to a flame, she found herself drawn into his presence more often than not. Qrow: Do you believe me now? Winter: Oh, I'm sorry, were you trying to prove a point? I was too busy cleaning up another one of your messes to notice. Qrow: That's why I keep you around, Ice Queen. Certainly not for her looks or personality, or those legs... Winter: My eyes are up here, Branwen. Don't keep a lovely girl like her waiting, Qrow. She'll be leaving very soon and you wouldn't want to miss your chance for a bit of a tussle in the sheets, now would you? Qrow is many things. A badass huntsman, a drunk, a loving uncle, a skirt chaser, some things that can't be said in a T-rated story, and many others. Qrow: So, what brings you here to the first year dorms? Ozpin: I believe you know what brings me here, Qrow. Qrow: I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about, Oz. I've just been hanging out with my favorite nieces all day. Ozpin: So you would deny putting laxatives in my coffee and falsely put up "Out of Order" signs on all the bathrooms in the campus? Qrow: Sorry, Oz. I don't have any idea what you're talking about. But it sounds to me like you're having a shitty day today... Perhaps you should just re-lax if you're going to act all stuffy. Glynda: Perhaps a night out with a nice girl will do some good reigning in your more...eccentric hobbies. You need to get out of the school more often anyway. Ozpin: Glinda, I think you are completely delusional. Besides, I haven't thought this through at all. I have no eccentric hobbies. Glynda: No eccentric hobbies my ass. You know...adult things that relieve tension? Ozpin: ??? Glynda: Sex, Ozpin. I'm talking about sex. Qrow: You want me to be a teacher here? Ozpin: That is what I said. Qrow: C'mon Glynda, you hate me and my shriveled up liver too much to be this...amiable. CFVY, eh? You must be Ozpin's favorite. She wasn't supposed to love anyone. Maidens were supposed to be unattached and he had ruined that for her. I refuse to leave my partner wounded on the battlefield. No matter what you say, Qrow, I'm staying here and I'm keeping your lousy, drunk, and sexist ass safe. Winter: Okay? What the hell does "Okay" mean?! Qrow: "Okay" means "let's get hitched". I mean, why not? We're together right now. Neither of us had ever much use for priests, so we don't have to worry about that. And...I just so happen to have a ring on me. Qrow: Miss Winter Schnee, are you prepared to accept my token of affection, along with a handsome, roguish new husband, and a much better surname? Here lies Qrow Branwen, A Hunter, Died in the act of saving Fort Vale. A loving husband to his wife, Winter Branwen, and a good man with a better sense of humor. Mortally wounded by the last bullet of the bandit, Roman Torchwick. But although the bullet did most of the work, In the end, it was the drink that killed him. He thought that Winter would be safe. He would have married her and would have started a life with her and gave Yang and Ruby little cousins. They would of had everything- she wasn't supposed to leave him, not like this. This wasn't how things were meant to happen. She was never supposed to leave him behind. She knew she wanted it, but she couldn't just have sex with her sister's best friend's uncle. Winter Schnee wasn't a Christmas present. She wasn't an enticing package easily opened by delicate hands. Winter Schnee was an egg. Winter: And here I was, under the impression that you had no standards... Qrow: Oh, I have standards... Winter: It seems you do. A- Will you not care about them hitting rock bottom? and B- Are they low enough that it will fall into bed with you? Qrow: Tell me, when old Jimmy needs his rod polished, do you use lotion or your own spit? Because using your own spit doesn't really seem like a "Schnee" thing to do...improper and all that. Winter: If we were'nt in a public place- Qrow: You'd show me exactly how you do it? Qrow: C'mon, you never answered me. Was six too low or too high? Winter: I do not "stuff" my bra. Qrow: Really? Can you prove that? Winter: Only in your most pathetic dreams... Qrow: You're giving me permission to dream about your tits? Winter: You're a pig. Qrow: Hey, I just figured saving your ass earned me a little squeeze. Winter: You're such a child. Can't you focus on the task at hand? Qrow: Well...until a couple seconds ago, the task in my hand was your ass, so...no. Winter: I don't know what you think you're implying- Qrow: I imply that you fuck your boss. Qrow: Why don't you just fuck someone he doesn't like? That'll get his attention. Winter: Like who? You? Qrow: Sure. Winter: You're pathetic. Qrow: I mean, I'm not the one who can't get laid, so... I'm just like him...drowning in my sorrow...except he does it with liquor. I'm doing it with him. Winter: I don't want to hear about "how it usually goes". Qrow: Why? Are you jealous of them, Winter? Winter: What?! Don't be ridiculous! What reason would I have to be jealous of... Qrow: The women with low enough standards to fall into bed with me? Qrow: Fuck, you're beautiful... Winter: You're...not hideous. The Huntsman found himself thinking about Winter Schnee more than he cared to admit. Most of the time that she occupied his thoughts were when he was drunk or having sex. Which applies double for when he was having drunken sex. Qrow: You're covered in mud, sweat, and blood. You do need a shower. Winter: And your hair is greasy, you need to shave that scruff off your face, and you smell like cheap booze and whores. Qrow: Mmm. The whores were cheap, but the booze was not, I assure you. Tomorrow, I'll sober up and keep looking...that asshole....who stabbed...Blaine? Blair? Qrow: You said I could sleep here. Winter: And you may. There's a couch in the living room. Qrow: On the bed. Winter: That generous offer expired two weeks ago. Why does everything the Schnee family own have to be white? I swear it's almost like they have a fetish for the damn color. She was an heiress and a subordinate of Ironwood, and he...he was Qrow. You gonna look for your necklace or are you just gonna keep on staring at my ass like you haven't seen enough of it last night? After all, underneath that flashy name and that textbook exterior, his suspicions were confirmed. The girl that acted flawless in truth wasn't that different from him. She was broken in her own way, even if she hid it well. Winter Schnee was his weakness. Winter Schnee was his strength. Winter Schnee would surely consume him until there was nothing left. He was often prey to feelings of horror and sickness over the atrocities he had seen committed by the Grimm, to feelings of regret over the lives he had failed to save. And sometimes, although he would never admit it to anyone but himself, to far more complicated feelings about a certain Schnee heiress. He found in her an equal. She had an intuitive sense for Hunting, a tongue as sharp as his own, and a wit just as quick and often quicker. The shell of sophistication she wore suited her, and while he loved it for what it was, he also loved to tease her so that it would crack. Underneath there was dry humor, cutting sarcasm, a heart that was slow to let anyone in but quick to defend those she loved, and a fierce anger that he was careful to avoid provoking. Qrow had been rejected before, but he had his team to prop him up then. He had fallen for Winter harder and faster than for anyone in his life, and he simply didn't know if he would be able to handle the pain. He was broken already. He considered to trying once more, but decided to give up. There was no point in trying to find balance with the world when the world itself was out of balance.His best friend was gone, and he had to figure out how to deal with that. Well, he corrected himself mentally, Nora is my best friend, but she's...Nora. She's different. He didn't waste time trying to figure out what that different meant, exactly, but let it go at that. Qrow let himself drown in the feeling and taste for a moment longer before he remembered that as much as Drunk Winter might be enjoying this, Sober Winter would kill him. Winter: Weiss is going to be here any second and you thought today would be the perfect day to sneak into my bedroom?! Qrow: Trust me, I've thought of doing it on more than one occasion, today was the day I acted on that thought. Winter: I was thinking that today would be the day that we should talk about this. Qrow: "This" meaning? Winter: The baby. Qrow: I'm not nearly drunk enough for that. Qrow: I have an idea. Winter: And what would that be? Qrow: We should move in together. Winter: Qrow- Qrow: I'm being serious, Winter. Can't you imagine it? Living together? Wouldn't it be much more convenient for the both of us? I know it's a big step and I know you'll have to tell James but don't the pros outweigh the cons? Winter: You know I'll have to think about it. But did you ever think that you'd be asking a woman to move in with you? Qrow: No. Then again I never thought that I'd be lucky enough to call you mine. Qrow: Don't you dare touch her. Jacques: Get your hands off me. You aren't a part of this house, this family-- Winter: Yes, he is. If Qrow isn't a Schnee, then neither are you. Didn't you become a Schnee through marriage? Jacques: If you tell anyone about this unsuitable arrangement, I will make the rest of your days miserable. Qrow: Listen here, mustache. If you even lay a finger on my wife...I will kill you. Qrow: It's fine. We still have five minutes before the late bell. Winter: Five-! Qrow! We have to go immediately! What kind of teachers would we be showing our students that it's acceptable to be late? Qrow: Normal...teachers...? Winter: Sir, please, I could really help with the repairs and- Ironwood: That is out of the question. You need to take care of yourself, Commander, and the baby. Winter: You're right. Qrow: Great, I'm glad you can agree with the general, but not your husband. Qrow was sure his knees were about to give out and his heart was beating a thousand ticks a second. Qrow: After all this time, she can still make me feel like a schoolkid. For a moment, he wondered why, and then he came up with his own answer- the answer that was staring him straight in the face. It was all blaringly obvious. Qrow: Of course, she can. Without Winter Schnee, Qrow had lived a miserable, broken existence. It was like his soul was spread out in pieces on the road of self-destruction and misfortune, and Winter Schnee came through and carefully gathered each piece and taped them together with her own to form a whole. She was his second half. She was his life force. She was the blessing to his tragedy. He had no way of putting it into verbal conversation, no way of describing it. It was impossible, but perfectly real, and Qrow could hardly believe how lucky he was to have Winter Schnee as his miracle. Just as the two were stepping out of the store, into what had once been partly cloudy skies, it began to pour. They stopped under the covered porch of the little store, and Winter looked up at the sky with exasperation. Winter: Oh no... A gentleman to their right, who was sucking on a cigarette, shrugged his shoulders, Gentleman: Now that's just bad luck. He murmured around the glow of his addiction. Qrow glanced up at the sky with a chuckle, Qrow: Bad Luck? There's no such thing. Hunters are heroes. They fight Grimm, but the real monsters aren't the Grimm. They're people. A real hero is someone who'd do anything for the world, even if he becomes the enemy of the world. Qrow: Hey, talk to me. Winter: I don't know what to talk about. Qrow: Weiss. Tell me about Weiss. Winter: She was such an ugly baby.