Qrow Branwen X Reader

Necessary Sacrifice

Oscar is in a training room while wielding The Long Memory. As he pants from exhaustion, he hears a voice enter the room. "Oscar, are you hungry? It's almost dinnertime. Ruby and Jaune are preparing the table."

"Uh, yeah. That sounds good. I was about to call it a night anyway."

"You've never fought before?"
"Just the occasional small Grimm. Nothing like this, though."
"Small training, but you're a natural."

"It's strange; I have only had this cane for a few weeks, but... I feel like I've had it for a lifetime. Longer, even. I sound like a crazy person."

"I mean, with us and our situation, there is no such thing as crazy. I should know." Suddenly, you frown at the last phrase. Oscar notices this and tries to ask a question before you interrupt him, "Uh..."
"Well, wash up, everyone will be upstairs."
"How do you handle all of this?"

"What do you mean?" You turn to him once more, "I'm... scared." Oscar's voice starts to crack, "I'm more scared than I've ever been in my life than I ever thought was possible." He walks over to a weapon rack. "I always knew that I wanted to be more than a farmhand, but this? Who would ask for this?" He glances down at the floor as a tear drips from his eye. He sniffles before kneeling to the floor to reach his backpack. He grabs the cane off the rack and pulls the lever on the handle to compact it before putting it in his backpack. You kneel next to him, pulling him into a hug as one of your hands patted his head, "We created Beacon because we wanted to help people. But, you're right. None of us asked for this either."

"How can you be so sure?! The world's about to go to war all over again! How are you okay with any of this?!! They ordered you to come back here to help him, to help me, and all you could do is obey them!" Oscar pushes you away, "How is that fair to you? Did they even care about you, knowing that they are sending you off to this never-ending war?" Your eyes now colored with indigo and a gold ring around.

"When Beacon fell, I lost someone dear to me, Pyrrha Nikos. She was one of the most kind-hearted people I have ever met. But that didn't save her; I didn't save her. What I felt that night was a feeling I had experienced once before when I lost my-" You paused for a moment standing back up walking to the opening, clearing your throat you continued, "Pyrrha thought that if there was even the smallest chance of helping someone, then it was a chance worth taking. And because of that, she died fighting a battle she knew she couldn't win. It was my choice to come back because I knew how hard it would be if you were alone. The older brother asked me to go as the younger brother begged me to stay." You stared at the broken moon.
'Saint, don't go, stay here with me.'
'Tamish, maybe I can help him, like how you helped me.'
"The Gods."
You nodded, "I should thank them once more, because of them, I learned how it felt to be loved separate from them. I've felt sadness, rage, loss, even emptiness, yet I know what it means to be happy even when the world crumbles around you, I want that for you and everyone."

"I'm... sorry."
"Salem doesn't care if you're standing against her or not. She'll kill anybody, and that scares me that I used to be that way, and I pray that I will not go back to being a monster I once was. I'd be lying if I said that it didn't hurt, that I didn't think about her every day since I lost her, that I didn't wish that I had that extra second to save her. If it had been me instead, I know they would have kept fighting too, no matter how dangerous it was. So that's what I choose to do - to keep moving forward."

Oscar walks up next to you, "Saint... The fairytale of the girl who served the gods. The dark chess piece of the queen, mother of the Grimm, she is you." You nodded, "The Saint, who became a monster of a queen who ruled with an iron fist, only for the story to have no end." You extended your arm out, "I only became a monster after my turning point, but he found me; he saved me; therefore, I felt I had to follow his orders." You sighed, returning to your original state. "When the time comes, I'll be there next to you. I will be your sword and shield." Oscar smiled at you, "Thanks (Y/n), I understand why Oz tells me that you would be the one to understand me."

"Hey, Oscar? This isn't going to be easy, but the fact that you're even trying says a lot about you. You're braver than you think." You smile at him; Oscar watches you as you walk up the stairs.

"Remarkable, isn't she?"
"Yeah. She must've been one of the best Huntresses at Beacon, huh?"
"In some ways, yes. But in many others... no. Saint... Is a different story; she's witnessed everything throughout history; she has more demons than anyone I know; some are my own that we share."

"That's why you told me not to lie to her; this must be hard on her too. The Gods must have deeply cared about her."
"She is strong but can handle so much, that's why she is the only one to be trusted by the gods."

After dinner, you returned to your room, where Qrow was already sleeping in. "Qrow?" You placed your hand on his head, "Hey, hun." Qrow murmured. "Had a good nap?"
"Yeah, I needed it, it's still not enough."
"How is the list going to the huntsmen?"
"I got the list all I need to do is look for them, with Leonardo it should be easier."

As you were about to get up, Qrow wrapped his arms around your waist. "You haven't spent any time with me; you've been training the kids for a while now."
He then pulled you back on the bed and kept a firm grip on you. "Cuddle with your boyfriend."
You smile as Qrow places his ear on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. "It's been a while since I've done this. It's calming." You place your arms around him, "I love you."
"I love you too, how did I get you to be mine? With my semblance, this shouldn't be possible."
"I should be the one asking that."
"When I got hit with the poison from Tyrian, you sang a familiar song, what's the song?"
"It's a lullaby. I used to sing it to Ruby and Yang when they were younger, maybe that's where you heard it from."

"Can you sing it for me?"
"Hush now, my baby, be still love, don't cry.
Sleep as you're rocked by the stream, sleep, and remember my last lullaby, so I'll be with you when you dream."
"When did you first sang that song?"
"Many years ago."
"Before Oz?"
"Before everyone."
"Who was it for?" You smiled at him, "Someone who was a part of me." Qrow closed his eyes, thinking that he doesn't know your past before meeting Ozpin.

End of Vol.
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Another chapter down, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, I know its a bit short. I added a bit more information about Saint in this chapter, the name Tamish means something, but it will be fun for you guys to find out what the names mean.
A bit of a hint, the name Tamish is Hindu.
If you guys have a few ideas for what Saint is and who she speaks about, comment about it, it's great to see what you guys grasped from the last few chapters. There is be a chapter about the lullaby and more about her past.
Until next chapter, Michaelis~