Trouvaille - RWBY Males x Reader

Ozma x Reader

You lazily run your hand along Ozpin's chest as he had one hand in your hair, the other holding up a book as he scanned each word with detail. He begins to slowly run his fingers through your (H/C) hair, causing you to shudder slightly despite liking the sensation.

"Sorry, darling.." He apologises, not once moving his eyes. You pout slightly before resting your head against his chest, taking in the scent of old books and coffee.

"It's fine." You say quietly, closing your eyes as he continued to gently twirl your hair around his fingers, a small smile coming to his face as he looked at your relaxed state. 

"I love you." He says in the softest voice imaginable, and your heart skips a beat upon hearing it, you both said those words to one another every single day, but each time it melted your heart a little more because it reminded you that you had someone who truly loved you.

"...I love you too." You whisper softly in return, causing the smile on Ozpin's face to brighten slightly as he closed the book and set it to the side, now wrapping both his arms around you, humming a quiet song.

You hum along with him, the song soon fading into the same sweet silence that you both cherish during the mornings. You look up at him, noticing his glasses missing from his face and giving you a chance to look straight into his hazel eyes.

He gave you a hazy look, not being used to mornings but always enjoying the peaceful time spent with you before you had to go and teach. You begin to detach yourself from the headmaster, only for him to pull you back.

"No... Don't move just yet..." He said quietly and you gladly oblige, secretly not wanting to move from the current state of tranquillity. Alex let out a happy exhale and pulled you up slightly in the bed so that you were laying on top of him.

You smile softly and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, letting out small and warm breaths onto his skin, causing him to let out another happy sigh of delight, his hand now moving to trace little lines along your back.

Your body arched slightly due to the pleasurable sensation, yet this time Ozpin kept slowly tracing them along your delicate skin, humming each time he felt even the smallest raise in skin where either a scar or bump was.

He eventually trailed his fingers down to your lower back, where he knew a large scar was a rest. You had gained it the first time you met, you jumping in front of an Ursa before it could attack him and therefore sustaining the deep cut.

Ironically, that was the day you two met, meaning you took pride in the scar and often told stories about it to your friends and family. You let out a soft hum as he trails the length of the scar, "...Darling?"

"Yes, Alexander?"

"I adore you.."