OzGlyn Week 2021

OzGlyn week Day 5: Servitude and/or Betrayal

He can hardly believe. This has to be a nightmare.

How could his own wife, love of his life, do something so incredibly cruel to him? After everything they had been through! And with the brightest smile on her face, too, those gorgeous green eyes shining like diamonds.

Ozpin’s shoulders slump, and he gives a defeated shake of his head before burying it in his hands.

“I win,” Glynda declares, cupping her face in her hands. The triumphant smile remains as she adds “again”.

“James would never do this to me,” Ozpin mumbles against his hands.

“That’s because James sucks at Uno.”

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OzGlyn Week Day 4: Royalty AU and/or Modern Day AU

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OzGlyn week Day 3: Truth and/or Secrets

Ozpin tells his friend and partner about the voice in his head.

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OzGlyn Week // Day 2: First Meetings and/or Second Chances

He must have known how painful it would be for her to not have him there to love anymore, for he left her something wonderful. And when she looks into that boy’s eyes and hears his joyous laughter, there is a piece of him that is only his father’s that she gets to cherish.

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Glynda groaned as she saw the white haired boy fall out of the tree. 

“Ow!”

“Ack!”

“Crap!”

“Not the face!”

“Why!?” 

She sighed, half of her tell her to throw him back in the air, the other being her strong instincts to help others. She caught the boy with her Semblance before he hit the ground.

“Oh Broth– Oh. Huh?” He was surprised to not have face planted into the Emerald Forests dirt. 

He grinned, a smile a bit to handsome for an idiots face. 

“Hey! Your the pretty blonde girl who ignored me! I never caught your name!” 

Glynda dropped the boy. “And your the boy I just made eye contact with.” 

“Ow. Well fine, at least you accept me as a partner. Anyway, my names Ozpin Zoroaster. What about you, or should I call you angel, because I bet it hurt when you fell from the sky.” 

“Said every hopeless flirt. My name is Glynda Goodwitch.” 

Ozglyn Week Day 1: Wedding

Made for Ozglyn week 2021. My part in the Wedding tag, and kind of the anniversery. (I’ll do the full version of this some day, but for now, deal with the scraps of a story I scrambled together.)

“You look… Like a baked potato.” Tai decided, currently trying to fix Ozpin’s tie. 

Qrow swatted him, currently running a comb threw Oz’ hair. “Oz, it’ll be okay. She loves you, you love her, she said yes. And Summer helped pick the tux. You have nothing to worry about.” 

Ozpin was hyperventilating. “Oh god. What if–”

Theodore grumbled a few foul words. “Oz! Your fine dude! 

“I hope your right…” 

“If this wasn’t your wedding I’d kick sense into you.” 

Meanwhile with Glynda:

“And… Done!” Summer exclaimed, putting the finishing touch on Glynda’s makeup.

“Thanks, Sum.” 

“You seem oddly calm for a woman about to get married.” Raven remarked, making sure everything was in order.

“Not all of us are as terrified as Raven.” Glynda chuckled, enjoying the scowl she got in return. 

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Ozpin was still practically about to implode while waiting. 

Leo put a reassuring hand on his shoulder with a nod, careful not to drop the book he was only carrying for style, because he’d memorized his words carefully after he screwed them up when Raven and Tai got married. 

Then his eyes widened and Oz looked to where his friends gaze was stuck.

His jaw hit the floor. 

He’d always known Glynda was drop dead beautiful, but by the Brothers above, he was stunned. 

The elegant dress that cascaded behind her was a snow white, with hints of green toward the bottom. 

His eyes trailed back up and James gave him a stern look before he could ever manage a glance at her chest. It did not matter to the Captain that they were about to be wed, in his presence, Oz better be the best gentlemen for miles. 

Especially if James was the one walking the bride down the isle.

So instead he just kept looking up, and to say the least: She Was Not Wearing Glasses. 

He was doomed. 

In a good way. 

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Glynda chuckled when she checked the mail. Multiple letters in the box were simply a congrats on 15 years. 

She was caught looking at one mysteriously with the hand writing of a dusty old female bird when arms circled her from behind. 

“She seems to be doing well. Anyway, put the letter down. It’s a Sunday. We are entirely off work and we have been married for 15 years. We can read are de-facto family letters later. For now, we go back to bed. It’s 5am. We’re sleeping in.” 

Glynda snickered, dropping the letter to look at her husband. 

“No hot chocolate?”