Hello all! Welcome to final chapter of "Tragedy to Blessing."

I'm so sorry that this took so long to be uploaded. I had it all written out for the longest time, but unfortunately, once again, I've been having computer troubles. But here we are at last!

I hope you enjoy this final chapter, and once we move on to James and Glynda I hope you enjoy that as well!

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Thanks all, for reading all the way through this lovely fanfiction "novel."

See you for the next one!

-annawrites

EPILOGUE:

"We have to send postcards to everyone, of course." Winter said, firmly, "It's only practical."

"Right," Qrow grinned as his wife pulled him into the little souvenir shop on the corner. "That's what most people think about on their honeymoons, the practicality of snail mail." Winter glared at him before perusing the small cards. Qrow moved on to the next shelf where there were little shot glasses.

"Hey, lets get a few of these."

"You can't give shot glasses to the teenagers," Winter sighed.

"Wait, we're buying them gifts too?" Qrow choked, "Uh… last I checked this was our honeymoon, not theirs."

"Come on, help me pick out post cards. We have to choose a nice one for Argent."

"Ari can't even read, honey," Qrow sighed, flipping through a stack of cards that all had pictures of the beach they were staying on.

"So? Uncle Tai can read it for him!" Winter responded, selecting a few postcards and putting them aside.

"Hey," Qrow grinned, pulling out a card with the sunset over the ocean. Across the top, in bright pink letters were the words: Wish you were here. "We should send this one to your dad." He could hardly contain his laughter as his wife narrowed her eyes.

"He hates you."

"I know, it would be hilarious."

"You're insufferable."

"I know," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer, "Isn't that why you married me?"

"Hmm…" Winter mused, "I thought it was more to do with something like financial stability."

"Ouch," Qrow gasped, "That one hit me right in the soul."

"I love you, Branwen," She breathed, a proud smile on her lips. He pulled her in closer for a kiss,

"I love you too, Ice Queen." He was lucky as hell to have her, he couldn't even imagine how it happened it seemed so much like a dream. "You remember when we first met?"

"I remember wishing you'd shut up," Winter said, grabbing her stack of postcards. Qrow slipped the sunset one into her hands and she gave him a withering glare, but didn't protest. "I was fresh out of academy, ready to follow Ironwood to the ends of the earth, and you were a nuisance."

"You know what I remember?" Qrow said.

"Do I want to know?" Winter groaned.

"I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you," he whispered.

"People are staring," Winter warned.

"Let them stare. It's our honeymoon."

"We have to buy these," she held up the cards before he could kiss her again and he sighed.

"Now?"

"The sooner we buy these the sooner we can finish this conversation in our suite." Before he could respond she spun around and made her way towards the counter. Qrow was sure his knees were about to give out and his heart was beating a thousand ticks a second. 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. 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 they 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.

"Oh no," she sighed.

A gentleman to their right, who was sucking on a cigarette, shrugged his shoulders, "Now that's just bad luck," he murmured around the glow of his addiction.

Qrow glanced up at the sky with a chuckle, "Bad luck? There's no such thing."

REPLIES TO REVIEWS:

FeugoFox42: I'm so glad you've enjoyed it all the way through! It's always so nice to see comments from everyone!

Nina Vale: Yes! I love weddings too. I was lucky enough to be a bridesmaid at my friend's wedding this last fall and it was just so lovely! Ari's not too much older in this chapter, probably pretty close to his first birthday!

SemblanceOfInvisibility: I'm so glad! I hope you liked this chapter as well!

Akira-Hayama: Aww! I'm so glad! (I could write thousands of stories about Qrow and Winter, I really could, because I love them so much!) Thanks for reading!

The Prime Writer: Ahhh! Yes, I miss Blake for sure. And I never really focused on Zwei, but he's the best! I'll tell you a secret. If I get my way (because work and school augh) I would love to write stories encompassing this little world I've created for myself and that would include one for Blake! I have plans... lets see if they ever get accomplished... Argent is actually not quite a year in the wedding chapter, though just on the cusp of being a toddler. ;) Awww! I'm so glad you liked the wedding.

About Qrow's age- lol-it's impossible for him to be older than 38, because Raven is the Spring Maiden (and she couldn't have been older than thirty when she become the Spring Maiden). But yeah, I don't know if Qrowin will ever happen on the show. I have high hopes. I'm praying they don't get dashed. lol. As for Weiss and Winter's mom, I don't really know anything about her, but that would be an interesting dynamic. (Though I don't know if I could ever bring myself to ship anyone with Qrow besides Winter. D: ) And Jaune...? For me it's terribly hard to ship Jaune with anyone, especially after Pyrrha's death. I love Jaune so much, and I want him to be happy, and I haven't quite figured out if there's anyone in the cast yet who could do that for him. Pyrrha was perfect, and when she died that just basically shattered my soul. However, I'll admit that I'm drawn to the idea of White Knight (WeissxJaune). ESPECIALLY under the idea that perhaps Weiss developes feelings for Jaune first (after season 5) and Jaune rejects her at first because she "had her chance." I would kill to read a fic like that... but like I said... my plan is also to write more based in this little world and who knows. Maybe some White Knight is in the future. ;;;;))))

I'm so glad you're looking forward to reading the James and Glynda fic! I can't wait to really get to work on it! Thanks for reading!

Guest: Thanks! I'm glad you liked the idea of Qrow's semblance. I've had the idea for some time that Qrow really has more control over it than he thinks he does... I dunno... we don't know very much about it.

Thanks, all, so much for joining me on this venture! I'm so glad you've enjoyed this fic, I've certainly enjoyed writing it! I'll see you next time for James and Glynda's story!

Bless!

-K. Anna