#here have sappy sleep deprived Ozpin because I said so

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i heard u needed cloqwork prompts n i came runnin! i offer u Qrow catchin Ozpin on his last sleepy limb at his desk n dragging him off to bed. however Oz acts when he's sleepy is up to u ;3c

(I’m doing this for necromancer au because Oz in This au acts a very certain way when he’s sleep deprived >:3)

Sleep deprived

Gentle footsteps were heard throughout the mostly silent neighborhood, a figure walking the sidewalk with something glowing in his arms. Arriving at the mahogany door of a small house was a man by the name of Qrow, whom was also holding a small, sleeping, orange specter in his arms.

“11:30 pm, yeesh” Qrow thought to himself while checking his scroll, “I swear I wasn’t out with him for that long, I guess he needed me to take care of him for that long though. Weird, usually he calls.” Qrow stepped up the concrete steps and inserted the key into the mahogany door. Quietly, he opened the door and stepped in, the door creaking a little bit at the action.

The small, but cozy home was dark, with the exception of the orange specter in his arms and the peering light coming through an office door that was cracked open ever so slightly. Wait, what? Qrow looked at the door, “is he still—“ he mumbled. Oscar shifted in his arms at the sound, “let’s take care of you first bud, then we’ll see what your pa’s up to.” He thought before quietly walking up the wooden steps.

After securing the small ghost in his bed and making sure he was asleep, Qrow traveled back down the stairs and to the door that had been cracked open slightly. Once he reached the office’s door he opened it just enough to stick his head inside. Sitting there, at the spruce desk, was a tall silver haired man with glasses and deep brown eyes, who looked like he was only a few seconds away from falling asleep.

Qrow called out, “Ozzy?” Ozpin bolted upright at the sound and snapped his gaze towards the door. “O-oh heeeeey Birdie, didn’t see you there. How was your day with Oscar?” he smiled tiredly. “Ozzy.” The shorter man glared “U-uh yeeeees?”. “When was the last time you slept?” Ozpin fell silent

“Ozpin.”

The tired man sighed “Mmmmm I’m not sure, maaayyybeeee a week?”

“A WEEK?!” Qrow was stunned, this wasn’t unusual for Ozpin but it didn’t make it any less surprising. And irritating. “Gods I can tell he’s sleep deprived, he’s talking slower and elongating his pronunciation.” He sighed.

Walking over to the silver haired man, Qrow slinged one of Ozpin’s arms around his shoulders and helped the taller man out of his chair “Alright Ozzy, let get you to bed.”, “Alriiiiiggghhhttt.” Ozpin spoke.

As they walked up the stairs, the true fun began. Ozpin gently called out, “Heeeeyyyy birdieeee,” Qrow looked up to see Ozpin staring at him. “Yeah?” “Can I teeeeell you somethinggg?” Ozpin smiled, Qrow blushed ever so slightly at the gesture “Sure Ozzy, anything.”

“You’re reeeeeeaaaallllyyyyy pretty. Like reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaalllllyyyyyy pretty.” The silver haired man giggled a little bit in his sleep deprived state. Qrow face immediately turned bright red “I-Is, that so?” Ozpin leaned on him a little more, “Yeeeeaaaaaahhhhh.”

“Aaannnndddd,” Ozpin started, “A-and?” “Aaannnndddd You’re super super sweeeet, and adooorraaabbllllleeeee.”. Qrow blushed harder “Oh gods this man is gonna be the death of me if he keeps this up.” He thought frantically, “h-ha no I’m not Oz...” the taller man pouted, “Mmmmmmmmm don’t do that... don’t deflect, I don’t liiiikkkeeee itttt.”.

When they reached Ozpin’s bedroom, Qrow mentally breathed a sigh of relief, “ok, once I get him into bed I can go to the bathroom, splash some water on my face, and go.” He was reasoning with himself at this point not to stay with Oz, he was absolutely adorable like this but Qrow had things he needed to do the next day and staying here was going to ensure those things were going to be put on hold.

Qrow helped Ozpin into bed, sat on the bed, and threw the blanket over him, thinking that was the end of it.

Oh how wrong he was.

How horribly and utterly wrong he was to think such a thing.

The minute Qrow TRIED to throw the blanket over Ozpin, Ozpin flopped over on top of Qrow and hugged his waist. Ozpin giggled slightly “You’re so cooooommmmfffffyyyyy.” Qrow didn’t think he could blush anymore than he had been when Ozpin said that. “O-O-Ozzy you’ve gotta let me up....I gotta go...” Qrow tried to reason with the taller, pretty, man but Ozpin was not budging in the slightest bit. “Mmmm no, I want yooooouuuuuu to stay.” He sleepily spoke.

“W-W-Why?” Qrow stuttered out quietly. Ozpin grew silent, worryingly silent. “Ozzy are you—“ “I don’t like to sleep because I get reaaallyy bad nightmares, and you make them better........” the silver haired man whispered. “Nightmares...I figured as much.” It didn’t make it any less sad to Qrow though. “Ok...I’ll stay until you fall asleep, and then I have to leave, ok?” His face finally had calmed down now and returned to its regular tawny color. “Oooookkkkaaaaayyyyy.” this seemed to please the bigger man as he snuggled in more, “Heeeeeeyyyyy birdie?” Qrow looked down to see brown eyes peering into red ones, “Yeah?”

“I loooovvvveeeee you.” Ozpin then fell asleep.

Forget anything he said prior about his face calming down and him blushing as much as possible at Ozpin flopping onto him, NOW he was blushing as much as possible. “He doesn’t actually feel that way Qrow you moron, he’s just sleep deprived and not in the right mindset. There’s no way a man this pretty, this talented, this great, man would be interesting in someone like you.” Qrow tried to reason with himself once more.

He sat there for a little bit, admiring the bigger man laying on him. He admired him for so long that he lost track of time.

Suddenly, sunlight cut through Qrow vision. “Ugh what time is it?” He thought tiredly, “wait where—“ he surveyed his surroundings before looking to his right and grabbing his scroll off the nightstand.

10:25 am. “FUCK IM SUPPOSED TO BE AT WORK.” He panicked and tried to move, only to find he couldn’t, and being held down by a weight on top of him.

He looked down to see the previous silver haired man, peacefully asleep, arms wrapped around his waist.

“Wait wh—“ Qrow thought back to the night before.

“Oh.” He said out loud.

“Oh.”