#cloqwork AU’s

[sasasafeier]

For ItsClydeBitches,Diving Deep

[zacs-of-rwby]

Day 1: Scars/Healing

Home is Where Your Wounds Heal

Summary: Oz needs some help completing his physical therapy routine, Qrow finally learns the whole story behind Oz's disability.

Categories: Hurt/Comfort, Disabled Character, Disabled Ozpin, Angst, Established Relationship, Oz's Halfway House AU

Author's Note: The Vytal Festival is upon us! I'm so excited for this event to start! Here is my one and only creative contribution to the week; a Cloqwork fic set in my Halfway House AU (I may or may not have already had this idea and was rooting for this prompt to win specifically so I could have an excuse to write this XD). I hope anyone who decides to read this enjoys it! I loved writing it and was super proud of the results!

[bowl-of-shortness]

I miss my old men (Ozpin and Qrow)…

[yoomschoocs]

@ozqrowweek 2023 Day 4: There Was Only One Bed / Stranded Together

Hi hello no this isn't late what are you saying!! On a more serious note, I've mentioned this before of course but sis and I are simply catching up on the days we missed at a slow pace. We're working on it when we can, and now that the week has passed any way we're taking our sweet time!

With that said, here's day 4, taking place in @cara-kira and I's Royalty AU! The Kingdom of Vale recognized that the King needed a Guardian. They hosted a tournament, of which the winner would be appointed as Ozpin's Royal Guardian. Despite Qrow's joy for his hard work paying off, Ozpin is less than pleased to be stranded together with some stranger...

For this day, @cara-kira did the lines, and I did the coloring that took sixty more years off my life.

[bowl-of-art-supplies]

Ozwen Family Portrait Redraw, 2022 vs. 2024

March 20th, 2022:

March 25th, 2024:

[rwby-necromancer-au]

N! Oz and N! Qrow first date Thonks

[mixing-bowl-of-stories]

Young leaders cloqwork thonks

Qrow has a secret, one sided, rivalry with Ozpin as adults because Ozpin is 5 inches taller than him and he used to be shorter than him when they first met

He could give him lil kisses on the head, but now HE’S the one getting kisses on the head and he’s irrationally upset about it

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Remnant Heirs Cloqwork Thonks!!

My dad used to do this with me, but whenever we’d listen to rock, he’d take my little arms and make me drum to the beat.

And I’d always start giggling!

And I just think that Qrow would do that with the girls :D

Or Ozpin dancing with either of the girls. They’re standing on his feet while the two of them do a lil dance :)

A Saturday morning, Ozpin turns on some music, and one of the girls comes up to him and demands to dance with him.

I just think they’d be the best dads :)

[ozpins-halfway-house]

I'm kind of obsessed with the difference in how Ozpin perceives the nicknames he's been given.

Like, being called 'Oz' is safe. It's warm. It's comforting. It means he's being taken care of.

Being called 'Ozzy' is terrifying. It's lonely. It's isolating. It means that his decisions are no longer his, that his opinion doesn't matter.

Where Salem said "my thoughts are the only ones that matter," Qrow said "I'll hang on every word you say and take it to heart."

In all of his most vulnerable moments, he hears Qrow's voice saying "Oz, it's okay. I'm here."

[elektricangel]

Fandom: RWBY

Ships: Ozpin/Qrow Branwen, Ozpin/Qrow Branwen/Roman Torchwick

Description: One chance encounter could have changed the fortunes of Team ONQR, and Remnant. But perhaps fortune and fate are two sides of a coin. Anyway, Qrow's always been terrible at coin tosses.

[bonez-yard]

"I...is that really you, Oz?"

A commission for @cara-kira

She wanted me to draw his AU "If Ozpin lived" and I am just staring cause,,, cause oh my-

My first time drawing OzQrow and yes I will stare at these two very much

Please do not STEAL/COPY/REPOST my art!!!

[bafflement]

Ozqrow Week - Day 1 - Nonsexual Intimacy - DEAGED OZ AU

Qrow murmured something inaudible as he sat in the rickety chair he'd been given so that he could more easily watch over Tip. He was alive, which was the main thing that mattered, now, but whatever it was Salem had put him through during the time she had had him in her clutches wasn't going away any time soon.

Tip had woken, briefly, but he hadn't really seemed to know who any of them were. A lot of that was probably the drugs they'd got him on, since the heavier ones had been prescribed despite the protests Qrow had been able to raise. Just like last time, it had had certain consequences, but at least they were hopefully helping? Tip was healing, slowly, though it was taking longer than it really should. Even with the sheer amount of aura at Oz's disposal, the recovery was bound to take some time. He was just glad that, though they'd hurt him badly, he still had all his limbs. That had been rather a closer call than any of them wanted to think about, really, but at least they'd saved the leg.

There would have been options, had they been unable to. James had made noises about state of the art prosthetics, but they were easily enough removed and if Salem ever got her hands on him again, she'd likely take delight in removing anything not actually a part of him. Maybe even things that were.

Qrow shuddered, reaching out a large hand and enfolding Oz's small one in it, folding his other hand over the top. In many ways, this was a promise, that this would never happen again. No, he'd not let Salem hurt him again as long as there was any breath left in his body. Dammit, pocketsized was so small like this, so young, so vulnerable. Such a small form to hold the weight of Remnant, but then he was not going to do that alone. Not now, not ever again. As long as Oz was Oz, Qrow would be around to love and protect him, in any form he took for as long as it would take. But then, that was what happened when people were in love, they protected each other. Always.

Tip stirred, looking up at Qrow with hazy brown eyes, unfocused and glassy from a combination of the pain medication and the physical state of his body.

"Qrow?" A weak voice murmured from between cracked lips.

"Yeah, pocketsized, it's me. I'm here, I ain't leaving you. Not ever again."

"That's nice. Love you, Qrow. Qrow? Are the others..."

"Everybody else is just fine Oz, concentrate on healing, okay? I'll be here when you wake up, nothing on Remnant could drag me away.

Tip smiled slightly, snuggling down into the soft mattress, one arm clutching his newly repaired teddy close. He was breathing easier now the broken ribs had had a chance to knit, though his leg was still heavily splinted. Qrow doubted he could feel the injury at the moment, but they'd all seen the state he'd been in when they had first gotten him out. The fact that they had saved it really had been nothing short of miraculous, though that didn't stop his worry in the slightest. He just prayed that Oz'd be able to keep it, since as weak as it had always been compared to the other one the way it had shattered must have been absolute agony. How much of his aura must have been drained, to be able to move on it at all, much less escape?

It was an admirable thing, but it should never have been needed. Salem should never have been able to get close enough to snatch him, much less from his bed in a place where he should have been safe, should have been protected.

He stood up, still clutching Tip's hand and reached out to smooth the sweat soaked silver hair from his clammy forehead. Oz was asleep again, but that was really the best thing for him right now. He scowled at the door, where the several guards Jimmy had posted on rotation were clearly visible, weapons cocked and ready. At least there was no way anyone could break in to snatch him again? It wasn't majorly likely that anyone would, of course, but the fact it had been done once was more than bad enough. He knew Jimmy had been incandescently furious that it had happened and Oscar had cried over the remains of his brother's teddy bear for hours before the tracker had pinged.

He didn't really want to think about that, either. Those hours spent not knowing if Oz was even still alive, much less where he was. He noticed Oz shift slightly and winced again in sympathy, after all he was also very aware that Winter had been on a research hunt after he'd been snatched, forbidden to come with them for the rescue. He knew what she was likely to call Oz once he was well enough to attempt a token protest, too, though it hadn't really been his fault he was taken. No, that had been down to their own collective arrogance, blithely believing Atlas impenetrable enough that Oz would be safe. They knew better now, they all did.

He lay a gentle kiss to Oz's forehead, settling back into the chair which creaked ominously. Hadn't Oz spent so many days like this, over the years? Never certain that Qrow would come back from a mission, wracked with guilt that something he did, a choice he made, even just something he had overlooked might be the difference between life and death? It had seemed so laughable at the time, when Glynda had informed him, after all he had never before been in the position he was in now, where he was the one terrified that the man he loved might not survive. Oh, he'd gone through it with the girls which had been its own special level of hell, but somehow this felt different. Why had they thought that he'd been safe? Just because he was a kid at the moment didn't mean he wasn't still Oz, wasn't still Salem's main target. He was always going to be a target, but they could at least make damn sure that he would never be truly alone to face it again.

Oh, Oz was going to hate all the extra security measures they were putting in place, of course but... he sent a pained smile down at the unconscious body on the bed, devoid of anything even remotely resembling mirth. As long as he was safe, that was all that really mattered in the end.

[zacs-of-rwby]

Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest

Chapter 23: Always Be Prepared

Story Summary: Ozpin works tirelessly in his pursuit: to make Beacon of Hope a safe place for kids to grow up.  With a bigger location and more kids to take care of, Ozpin starts to feel the weight of responsibility crushing him, and he plans to carry the whole thing himself.

For Qrow, volunteering for Beacon of Hope had only one purpose: to get Summer off his back for a little while.  When he meets the polite, friendly, and handsome man in charge, he wonders if he could actually get something out of this whole ordeal after all.

With Qrow’s support, maybe Oz will be able to reach his goal of turning this house into a home.

Story Categories: Mental Health, Recovery, Slice of Life, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Found Family, LGBTQ+ Themes, Alternate Universe, Ozpin’s Halfway House AU, please check Ao3 tags for potentially triggering topics

Chapter Summary: Both sides try to prepare for the upcoming trial.

Chapter Categories: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Found family

Author’s Note: This chapter is a lot of set up for the next few, but it still has some fun character interactions in it. Hope you like it!

[bowl-of-shortness]

I will never get over how good of parents Ozpin and Qrow are like bro these two know they accidentally fucked up their kids in some ways and are in FAMILY THERAPY with them

[miss-writes-a-lot]

Ozqrow Week 2023 Day 4: Stranded Together

(DAY 4! Give it up for Day 4 of @ozqrowweek 2023! We might actually make it all 7 days. Crazy, right? This is an Ozpin lives au that takes place after the Fall of Atlas and our heroines into the Ever After. Content warnings for mentions violence, death and explosions. Without further ado, here we go!)

Ozqrow Week 2023 Day 4: Stranded Together (Aka the ‘Ozpin Lives and falls into the Ever After Au)

Qrow’s eyes burned from the direct sunlight hitting his face when he first opened them, but that mild annoyance was just a precursor to the aches and burning pain that seared his skin and muscle when he fully regained consciousness.

He felt like one giant walking bruise, with each minor flex or movement of any part of his body sending shocks through his entire nervous system. He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to sit up despite being racked with pain and fatigue. He propped himself up onto an elbow and sat up.

He blinked the sun’s sting and some sand out of his eyes and started to look around. 

And once he did, he realized that he definitely wasn’t in Atlas anymore. From the looks of it, he wasn’t in Vacuo either. 

In front of him was the ocean - or, an ocean - blue and tinted yellow like the oddly tinted sky above him. To his left and behind him was a lush forest of tall green trees and a rainbow of other colors drawn throughout, both things that the aforementioned kingdoms did not have. He scooped up a handful of sand, letting it slowly fall between his fingers as he tried to recall how he came to this unfamiliar place.

Through a pulsing headache behind his eyes, he could recall a bridge.

That’s right; Ruby and her friends got the Relic of Creation from the Vault while the rest either went to stop Jimmy Ironwood or gather the citizens of both cities and get them to safety. They made portals and bridges to Vacuo, but then-

Then they showed up.

Cinder and that girl - Neo? - they got the jump on them and Yang, she-

She was the first to fall.

She got knocked off the edge and disappeared into gold, into that darkness. And then everything else went to shit from there.

Fire from the explosions, people being knocked off the edge from the ensuing conflict. One by one, the remaining members of Team RWBY were all tossed away into the darkness. 

He remembered going back for them. 

He had to - They were his nieces, the closest things to daughters he would ever get, of course he had to go back for them. Someone told him to stop, tried to reason with him. 

He’d fall too, they said. He’d fall and he would probably never come back.

That only pushed him further toward the screaming.

He did fall - how, he doesn’t really remember - he just did and whoever was trying to talk him down fell with him.

Yang, Blake, Ruby, Weiss, he thinks that kid Jaune, him….someone in green.

Green. Dark green, forest green, the deepest shade that green could possibly appear in -

Ozpin.

With new urgency, he shot up on his feet and scanned the rest of the beach.

“Oz!”  he shouted, searching wildly, “Oz! Ruby! Yang! Can anybody hear me?”

He ran along the shoreline, shoes submerged in water and pins and needles in his feet. He ran while his head spun like a top for signs of someone. Someone alive from the fall. Someone or all of them, he just needed to find them.

He turned a corner along some of the rocky cliff sides and spotted Long Memory stabbed into the sand, and only a few feet away from it being taken by the tide was its unconscious owner. Qrow dove to save him, dragging the silver haired man out of the water and tossing him onto the sand.

He felt his neck for a pulse, sighing when he found one - a faint one - pushing against his two fingers. He put his hands to the center of Ozpin’s chest and started compressions, counting 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4.

“C’mon, Ozzy. C’mon,” he muttered.

After a few more sets of counting fours, he pinched Ozpin’s nose, tilted his head back, and blew air into his mouth, counting again 1, 2, 3, 4-

Ozpin coughed. Qrow pulled away, letting out an audible sigh of relief as Ozpin turned onto his side and hacked up sand and sea water. Qrow patted his back to help get the rest out.

“Easy, Ozzy. I gotcha. I gotcha.”

“Qrow?” Ozpin wheezed, “It’s...you’re-”

“-Okay, Oz. I’m okay!”

“Oh, Qrow!”

Ozpin lunged at him, wrapping him up in a bone-crushing hug. Qrow almost started crying as he grabbed onto his shirt for dear life in fear that the world would crumble underneath them and they would fall again. 

Qrow pulled away, checking over his companion. “Are you okay? You hurt anywhere?”

“I’m fine. A few bumps and bruises, but nothing I can’t handle. And you?”

“I should be good right now.”

“I’m glad.”

Qrow searched behind him, looking for any signs that someone else might have been in the same spot. Still nothing.

“You remember what happened? Back in Atlas?” Qrow asked.

Ozpin’s face fell. He tilted his head down and turned it away, “We were running away when the others...it was after Ruby and Blake fell. You went after Cinder and the Neapolitan girl, and you tried to go after them too. I tried to stop you, but you were inconsolable. So I went with you instead. Cinder stole the staff and the bridge started to collapse and-”

“And we fell.”

Ozpin bit his lip, “I’m sorry. I should have been with them. I could have stopped them from-”

“Hey,” Qrow grabbed his shoulders, “Let’s not focus on that right now, okay? I’m here, you’re here, and if we fell down and came out mostly alright, then the others too, right?”

Ozpin nodded slowly.

“So, all we have to do is find the others and find our way out of here. That is,” he turned his head up to the forest hanging over the cliffside in front of them, “-If we can find out where here even is…”

“I may have an idea, but you’re not going to like it.”

Qrow raised a brow, “What is it?”

Ozpin gave him a knowing glance, “Do you remember the tale of The Girl Who Fell Through THe World?”

Qrow frowned, a heavy sigh escaping his nose. “‘Course it’s another one of your fairytales. Alright-”

He pushed himself onto his feet, turned to Ozpin, and stretched out a hand.

“Guess that means you lead the way then.”

[maskyartist]

Happy Death Day

startin to try n put my drabbles on here instead of just hoarding them on discord so here’s somethin I did for my RWBY Mafia AU awhile back. dont have read more since I’m on mobile so be warned for long text!

Tw for discussions of death/murder, hints of parental abuse, and general Mafioso stuff. This AU is meant to be dark so tread with caution

Also @bowl-of-shortness @zacs-of-rwby and my other rwby moots who’s names I currently forget THIS ONES FOR YALL >:D

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A soft hum interrupting the silence of the office makes Qrow peer over at his boss.

It’s not uncommon for Qrow to make himself at home while Ozpin busies himself with paperwork and whatnot, but it’s not often for him to interrupt the quiet that overtakes the top of the clock tower. Usually it’s Qrow himself, or someone else charging into his office with news of a shootout or deals gone wrong or whatever else the big man needs to handle.

“Somethin’ up, boss?” Asks the hitman, prompting a gentle smile from his employer. Qrow’s been around long enough to see through each and every smile Ozpin wears. There’s no malice underneath this one, no anger or disappointment. Merely gentle joy.

“Ah, not exactly, just...” Ozpin finally looks at Qrow fully, golden eyes filled with soft nostalgia. “...today is the anniversary of my father’s death.”

You could hear a pin drop from a mile away with how quiet it got.

“Oh...” Qrow mutters, staring back at his boss.

He knew...some, of what happened to the late head of the Pine Family.

Ozymandias Pine was quite the powerful man, until he was murdered in cold blood in his office. Only a few days later, Ozpin was appointed head of the family, since he was the next in line. But not much word got out beyond that. No one knew who killed the man. But, even with that knowledge, Ozpin looked...content. Like a cat who caught the canary. A happy little smile on his face.

“Is that...good? Or bad?” Qrow asks, a tad out of his element. He taps on the back of his chair. “Sorry, boss, just kinda confused here.”

Ozpin chuckles, soft and sweet. You wouldn’t guess this man has more blood on his hands then Satan himself, not with the way his eyes crinkle as he smiles, and not with how he sounds when he’s like this. Content. Peaceful. Happy.

It’s disconcerting that he looks like this when he speaks of the death of his father.

He waves a hand at Qrow. “Ah, it’s quite alright. Today is a good day, Qrow.” Ozpin says, as calm as ever. Better that then to have him all riled up. He lays his chin in his palm. “Have I ever told you how my father died?” Peering over his glasses, golden eyes lock with wine-red, and Qrow shakes his head. Ozpin’s smile morphs into something...darker. And so utterly pleased.

Even his years with the tribe, seeing the amount of lengths people will go through to live, Qrow can safely say he’s never gotten used to that smile.

“My father called me right here.” Ozpin taps the desk. “Into his office. He trained me often, prepared me to take over the business, but I suppose today he got bored of me.” He rolls his eyes, amused. “He handed me a single knife and told me to defend myself, because only one of us will be leaving this office alive. Then, he charged at me.”

Qrow’s stomach tightens uncomfortably, while Ozpin pushes himself up from his lounging position to lean back in his chair. “He left himself wide open. For someone so high classed, he certainly got sloppy that day. Perhaps he was that eager to be rid of me.”

He hums. Preening like a house cat. Proud and smug.

“I stabbed him. Right in his cold, blackened heart.”

Fingers deftly run over the curved top of Long Memory’s handle. That smile just grows larger. “I didn’t need that knife. I stole his own weapon, and killed him with it. Right here in my office.”

A sigh. A disappointed one. “Though, I will admit, it’s quite saddening that I wasn’t prepared enough to stop him from leaving me lame. He broke my femur, shattered it.”

A gentle hand lays on his injured thigh. “I wasn’t supposed to walk after that. My guess is that he wished to leave a lasting impact during his final moments. But...”

Ozpin stands from his chair, clutching the cane tight as he leans his weight onto it.

Lame...so that’s how Ozpin became this way.

Still, he’s standing. He’s walking, moving around the desk to stand in front as he looks at Qrow with a proud smile.

“With such a weak grip? It’s really no wonder he died so easily!”

And he laughs.

He laughs as if this were normal.

As if this was fine.

As if Qrow learning that he had killed his very own father with his bare hands at such a young age was...was okay.

It’s unsettling, because Ozpin’s laugh is anything but happy, but his smile says otherwise. Qrow should know. He can read his boss best, after all.

Thankfully, Ozpin doesn’t continue with his maniacs, as his laughing dies down to a gentle chuckle. Less deranged and more like himself. “He was a weak man. I did him a favor.”

Then, he pushes himself from his desk to stand right in front of Qrow, the man leaning back in his chair as his boss approaches.

A gloved hand, white and pristine, never needing to work a day in its life, gently cups his scruffy cheek as Ozpin offers him a warm smile.

“Like I said before, today is a day for happiness. No longer will that man be in charge of this business or my life, and no longer will I be harmed. It’s as simple as that.” He practically purrs as he pats Qrow’s cheek. “But it is very sweet of you to worry about me, darling.”

Qrow leans into the touch. “I’m always worried about you, Oz.”

“I know.”

Ah. There it is. That rare expression. Gentle eyes and soft smiles. Ozpin makes himself comfortable atop Qrow’s lap, easily wrapping his arms around his lover.

“I love your loyalty almost as much as I love you~”

Qrow will never know how he appealed to Ozpin like this. He felt nothing for no one. But…maybe he doesn’t need to know.

Maybe he doesn’t want to know.

Ignorance is bliss, after all.

[rwby-necromancer-au]

Goin feral over these guys I stg

Anyways prompt for asks:

- nightmares

- more cloqwork

- let’s talk pursuers (or talk TO pursuers <3)

- Ozpin’s time in Atlas (with his ✨ bodyguard ✨ :3c)