Wings ~Qrow Branwen X Reader~

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We were going to a village that was in need of protection from Grimm and Bandits. We'd be there for a week, I lay in my inn bed, 'my wings need to stretch' I sighed as I got up and opened my wings to let them stretch. "Wow..." Qrow whispered as my wings rested against my back again, I turned and looked at him. "What?" I asked, "your wings...they're just...beautiful..." he whispered as I felt a blush creep up on my face, "you'd see more like me if your tribe hadn't killed them all" I mumbled as he sighed. "You know what. Nevermind, I was trying to be nice for once but clearly you're being a bitch today" he growled as he walked past me. "Where are you going?" I asked him, "for a walk" he spat as he walked out of the room. I rolled my eyes as I sat on my bed and began to read while using my wings as a blanket. I sighed as I looked over at his bed, I looked at my scroll and saw it was midnight. 'Where is he?' I mentally asked as I stared at his bed and ran my finger over my scar, soon he walked in, placing Harbinger on the dresser, he looked over at me, "you're still awake" he spoke as my eyes met his. "Yeah..." I whispered, he looked away, removed his shoes and shirt then climbed into bed. I was silent, "I suppose...I have been nothing but a bitch to you" I began breaking the silence, "yep" he spoke as I looked over at him, "it's just...you look so much like the man who killed my family and put this ugly scar on my face" I spoke as I sighed, he sat up and looked at me.

"I remember the night my father came home with his soldiers..." he spoke as I looked at him, (whoa! Deja vu...I feel like I've written this before) "he had gotten drunk and started bragging about how they killed this entire village filled with winged faunus...he also spoke of a girl he saw, he was going to kill her but instead he said that he marked her so she'd always remember the day he came to the village..." he whispered as I looked away. "My mom was furious that he hurt an innocent child...she left...at least, that's what dad told Rave and I...I think he killed her, there's no way she'd just leave us like that" he added as I looked at him, "I'm sorry I've been so mean to you, it's your eyes..." I spoke as his eyes met mine, "I know...Raven says I look so much like him, I joke and say 'that means you look like him too sis' she's older than me by a minute" he spoke as I giggled. He then moved over to my bed, "I am so sorry for what he did to you...if he were still alive, I'd say you can kill him if you ever see him again" he told me as I smiled a little. "It's all right, I think Salem raised me okay..." I spoke as I put my book in my pack. "Salem?" he cocked his head to the side, "yeah. I remember the day she found me. I was under a tree, using my wings as a blanket crying, my hand was over my eye as it bled, she was out for a walk or something when she heard my cries. She said she thought about killing me right there, but when I looked her in the eyes, I didn't show her fear as everyone else did, instead, I just clung to her dress crying. She was taken aback for a moment and then picked me up. She asked me what happened to me and I told her, she held me in her arms as she rubbed my back and took me to my home. She's like my mother" I explained to him.

"She sounds lovely" he smiled at me as I chuckled, "she is. I owe her my life. She was mad that I wanted to study at Beacon, but she also understood. She raised me in a little cottage in the woods, she taught me how to use my wings, taught me how to fight some, and taught me right from wrong. She always told me that she once had four daughters, but they died when she fought her ex...she told me that raising me was the chance she never got with her daughters" I added as he looked at me. "You really hold her in high regard" he spoke as I snorted, "of course I do! She raised me" I told him as I stretched.