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You are (Y/N) Ozpin, the son of the Headmaster of Beacon Academy. You are the youngest huntsman to ever graduate from Beacon and is now a Full Fledged teacher at the school. You think that this is going to be a normal school year, but things take a interesting turn when you meet the Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. Author's note: I do not own RWBY or have any association with Rooster Teeth. I only own my oc's. All ownership goes to Rooster Teeth.

You are in the final year of your time within the walls of Beacon Academy, the excitement and nervousness of seeing that finish line coming at you like an unseen Beowolf within the tree line. Though seemingly life has different plans for you, due to events out of your control you were on your own now, the team that you had grew alongside with were sent to the winds, but the dear ol' Professor Ozpin not wishing to let such potential go to waste has given you a goal that'll last you till graduation. Be a mentor to a team of rowdy, troublemaking first years. How he even decided to place you on such a team is beyond you, but whatever will get you to that finish line... Right?

y/n wasn't just an ordinary student at beacon academy, he wasn't even close to being that All rights for rwby go to rooster teeth

You didn't want this life, honestly the only reason you chose to attend a Huntsman Academy was because your parents had begun to tighten their grip on you for your "issues", so the fact your semblance is well suited for combat gave you a great excuse to leave home. This special school proved to be like your old ordinary school where you became the prime target of bullying due to your less than enthusiastic attitude and almost pessimistic world view, rumors had also circulated that you enjoyed hurting yourself. Despite all of that she still chose to talk to you that day, engage in conversation and made it her mission to become your best friend by the time of graduation. 1# in rwbyxreader - November 1 1# in yangxiaolong - November 5

(ALL ART THAT ARE IN THIS STORY ARE MADE BY ME) You are Y/N. That's the only truth you remember-the name they call you. Some whisper another title, one laced with fear and awe: The Wolverine. Unlike everyone else in Remnant, you are an anomaly. You wield no Aura to shield you, no natural barrier against the blows of your enemies. By all rights, you should be fragile... but you are not. You heal faster than any warrior alive, faster than those who should be untouchable. Beneath your skin lies a secret of cold steel-an unbreakable skeleton and claws that slice through anything. Where these powers came from, you do not know. Your past is a shattered mirror, its pieces scattered and lost. Seeking refuge from the endless bloodshed that haunts your life, you journey to Vale. For once, you hope for quiet. Instead, you find yourself standing before the legendary Headmaster of Beacon Academy-an invitation in his hand. He offers you a place among hunters-in-training, though you have never set foot in a combat school. Against your instincts, you accept. At Beacon, you encounter allies who defy your expectations and enemies who know more about you than you know yourself. Piece by piece, the truth of who you are-and what you were meant to become-begins to surface. But when the past finally catches up to you, will you be able to face it? Or will The Wolverine consume what's left of Y/N?

After Y/n's life goes south he is force to abandon all hes known, infiltrating to Beacon Academy to find refuge against his multiple enemies in Remnant. Not wanting to step out of the academy and becoming antisocial may lead him to a sad life. Until a certain blonde changes his mind. RWBY fanfiction. all rights and characters of rwby belong to Rooster teeth. I only own this story and some OCs.

Y/N hated the huntsmen and huntresses of Beacon Academy for his whole life. Then one day he discovers something... he has a secret semblance that has been never used. Now he must decide if he is human or is he Grimm? Cover credits to @panlixlovesick go follow them they pretty lit af

Long ago, before borders carved the land into pieces, the world was whole. One kingdom. One people. And among them, there was a man-no, a legend. To his people, he was more than flesh and bone. They saw him as something divine, not because he claimed it, but because his heart was so pure, his purpose so unwavering. A warrior of light, driven not by glory but by the good of all. No one dared question the title that clung to him like armor. Not even the only man he'd ever call his equal-his best friend. The King of the World. Together, they weren't just rulers. They were guides, protectors... symbols of hope. Under their watch, humanity came close-so close-to achieving true peace. A peace that didn't feel like a dream, but a promise being kept. But, as with all stories born in light, darkness waits patiently in the wings. It came quietly at first, like a whisper behind the curtains. Then it roared. And when it did, it didn't just challenge the good in the world-it consumed it. Swallowed it whole, as if to prove that balance must always come at a cost. And just like that, the age of harmony ended. What remained was a curse. A wound stitched into the fabric of the world, waiting... hoping... that one day, someone brave enough, pure enough, might break it.