Random One Shots

Ozpin #2 - RWBY

Ozpin x Reader: Why?

This was requested by Black Sapphire Flame on Wattpad and SilicaTheDivineCrystalDragon on Quotev. So thank you so much, my loves! Apologies as always if this is bad, but I was hoping to get it done before I take a crack at my assignments (hahahaha procrastination XD). It's also 11 and I'm running on a long day without caffeine sooo...yeah. :p

Sorry if Ozpin is OOC.

(Y/N) = Your Name, (L/N) = Last Name

Disclaimer: Rooster Teeth owns all things RWBY, I stake no claim to Ozpin or Beacon Academy or the White Fang and so on.

IMPORTANT: In this I claim you're a Faunus, however, it's entirely up to you what you wish that to be. So enjoy :)

You were unconscious, down for the count. Key word in that sentence is "were", as you were currently waking up.

Your eyes were closed shut and heavy, so instead of struggling to open them you sighed mentally and began thinking back to what happened.

Ok, so you were knocked out, evident from the throbbing pain in your head and your...well...everywhere. You had been fighting...fighting with...oh. That's right.

Roman Torchwick, the devilish bastard.

At the thought of him you shifted slightly and growled, managing to sleepily open your eyelids.

"I see you're waking up," a soft but authoritative voice spoke up.

At the unexpected sound you shot up. You had passed out alone in the forest just outside of one of one of the kingdoms, so where were you now?

Sitting up quickly wasn't the smartest idea though, you realized as a groan of pain left your lips.

A chuckle sounded through the room as your eyes fell on a tall silver haired, brown eyed man, standing slightly away from the bed you realized you were laying on and resting some of his weight on some sort of cane.

"You're in Beacon Academy. One of my teachers found you unconscious in the woods several hours ago and brought you here. It seems you took quite a few hits."

Beacon Academy...ok, so that makes this human Ozpin, the headmaster...pretty good looking, you had to give him that. Shame he wasn't a Faunus.

"So it seems," was all you said, collecting your thoughts and speaking calmly.

The man considered you a moment, his eyes studying you firmly behind his glasses.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes. Do you know who I am?"

A pleasant smile crossed his face. "I can gather you're a White Fang member, though I don't believe I've had the honor of knowing your name, Mrs...?"

"Ms, actually. (Y/N)."

"Do I get no surname?"

"Why do you want it?"

"Simply to have something to address you by," he cocked his head. "Is there a reason you do not wish your full name to get out?"

"Well, I'm a scum Faunus, Professor. There are many who would want me behind bars."

"And yet, if it were a member of the authorities that found you and beat you, you would be taken directly behind bars, not left in a forest. You appear to be far too experienced to allow something as simple as a Grimm defeat you in such a manner, and the marks left on you seemed to be far too humane anyway. Which leaves the option that you were attacked by one of your own. So why would that be, Ms. (Y/N)?"