Authors Note: OCXGlynda This is some fanfic me and my rp buddies for a Rwby rp that we will be doing soon. we just made this in our boredom we just took turns posting different things on Skype and because I said screw it im posting it as one thing on here for the hell of it. The Rp guys are part of team WNDR (aka a Alice and wonderland theme based group)

One IMPORTANT note this is 5 years before the Season 1 of RWBY

I recommend starting with chapter 2 now that its out the more I read chapter one the more I want to swap chapter one and two.

The OC for it are For the mean time ill leave their Skype names out of this.

Watson:(me) The best hat classy guy around sadly you will not see him here

Nines: The main protagonist for this story hes the white rabbit plus hes a faunus you can take a guess of what animal. Also hes a milf hunter

Drake: Hes a cat... a Cheshire cat hes also a Faunus hes not in here either

Ray:Then finally ray the red prince hes mentioned in this one and the next story will have him in it as the main lead.

So yeah we are just going to do this whenever we are bored we started on rays already this is mostly just shipping I believe with OC because we can for fun and for no real reason also first time uploading leave comments and crap so I can read it to the guys and embarrass them or maybe inspire them to work harder on this I dont know you guys decide this. We start our actually rp of this in 2 months for some reason I wish we could start now but Gm planning I guess I might summarize those and put it on here just for the hell of it but I have babbled on for to long if you have any questions that you want answered leave a commit and ill answer them in the next authors notes.

Teacher's Pet

One autumn evening, Nines was rushing to Glynda's office, late for detention. Nines was obviously worried. He had heard stories about those who were late and what entailed. He arrives and opens the office door to meet his fate. When he arrives there is only one other person present, Glynda. She leans back against her desk, her arms crossed in front of her.

"About time you showed up, Mr. McTwisty," she says.

Nines, at this point, was sweating bullets. His heart pounded so hard, it could match with the Tick-tock of his pocket watch. He always felt so nervous around her. Nine tries to remain cool, but finds himself stumbling with his words.

"S-Sorry, Ms. Glynda", he manages.

"I can let it slide once, but if I am not mistaken your semblance could have gotten you here much sooner."

Glynda stands up, walks towards a desk and asks Nines to sit.

"Shall we begin?"

"Um, right," Nines says, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, "What are we doing today?"

"Glynda moves in a swift but very elegant manner to her desk, where she hauls a big stack of papers onto Nines' desk.

"Take a wild guess," she quips, pushing up her glasses.

Nines sort of shrugs and scratches behind his ears.

"Well...I-I don't know...I don't even remember what I did to get in detention."

Nines is very obviously telling the truth because of his absent-minded nature.

"Is that so?" she says, "I was sure you'd remember breaking into my office while I was on lunch break. Didn't think I'd come back as early as I did, did you?"

Nines puts on a confused face.

"Well, I suppose I have to take your word on it. Can't remember much these days…" What plan did he have in store? Must have been big to have risked detention. He glances at the papers.

"I assume... those are combat reports that need grading?" Nine tries his hand at guessing.

"Well not exactly what I had in mind but that certainly works. Here pull a chair up to my desk and we'll grade them together."

She makes two piles. The one she put next to Nines was significantly bigger. Nines sighs, grabbing a chair from the opposite side of Glynda's desk and dragging it over next to Glynda. He sits down, looking around for a pen.

"Ah... Don't mean to make a big deal out of nothing, ma'am... But I can't seem to find a spare pen on your desk".

Nines had scrounged the top of her desk entirely; it amused him that the vice principal had no pens to be seen. He'll reach for one of the cabinets of the desk to find a writing instrument, not knowing that he'll most likely create trouble for himself.

Smack! Gylnda hits Nines hand with a ruler.

"Don't go through another person's desk. Ask them to get something for you."

Glynda bends down to get a pen from the drawer, allowing Nines to get a good view of Glynda's chest. Nine's eyes follow Glynda as she goes down, his eyes unwittingly locked onto her chest as she roots through her drawer. His mind scrambles through so many variables. He looked too obvious. Sure, she was busy now, but when she was done? She'd look back to him just staring dumbly. Nines blushes a red hue, as he tries to advert his gaze, looking back to the papers. But still had an alright view from the corner of his eye.

"Ah here's one!" Glynda stands up straight and corrects her shirt. Then sees Nine's red face looking intently on the papers. "What's going on in that head of yours, McTwisty?"

"Oh, um, nothing," Nines says, chuckling nervously, "I-it's hot in here, isn't it?"

"I... suppose it is?" Glynda remarks, wary of Nines ability of persuasion. She holds out the newfound pen, as if waiting for a reaction from the student. Nines glances over, still a bit red. He tries to take the red pen but Glynda holds onto his hand and the pen firmly. "What are you up to? Are you going to steal something else from my room? Ah who am I kidding? Let's just sit down and get to work."

She lets go of the pen and they both sit, Nines unsure of how to proceed. Nines face goes pure red as Glynda grips his hand, pulling back more forcefully than he intended when she lets go.

He slides the first combat report in front of him, gnawing the pen nervously as he looks over the myriad statistics. Nines tries to calm himself down, feeling very heated and... aroused by her touch.

Trying to get his mind off these feelings, he glances at the paperwork. He didn't quite understand it. Sure, there were the statistics of the students, their scores of combat, but he didn't quite understand how to calculate it. This is when he realized, the first paper was actually his! There appeared to be a side comment or two on the paper, possibly addressed by Glynda herself. He takes a gander at the words written... curious, to say the least.

"He seems to enjoy the use of time puns, usually uses a two shot kill method…"

There's one more comment he can't read well due to Glynda's cursive. This one was written in pink, different from the rest. As he got closer to make out the words Glynda snatches the paper from him, her face a bit red.

"That has already been graded! Please work on ones that have yet to be graded. That's why you're here."

"Oh, right," Nines says, grabbing another combat report, "Um, what did you write on my report?"

Glynda expertly folds the paper and places it on the complete pile.

"Your combat quirks, as well as your execution of hostiles", she replies matter of factly. She manages to answer with a half-truth, not entirely giving Nines the response he's looking for. However, with a little bit of bravery, Nines inquires.

"But... there was another, in pink ink, instead of black."

"Did you not read it?" Glynda says, surprised and relieved.

"No, I couldn't read it in time," Nines replied.

"Well…"

Her face changes from a blushing red to a more serious look directly into Nines' eyes.

"It may have something to do with why you're here."

She moves closer. At this point Nines can feel her breath.

"W-what's that supposed to mean?" Nines asks, feeling a new flush of heat as she gets close to him, "I mean, now that I think about it, detention is an awfully casual response for breaking into your office. What's going on here, Ms Goodwitch?"

"I think the real question is, Nines... is if you really want to know?" Glynda inquires from the Faunus. Nines gives a confused look in response. She continues.

"Would you be able to handle the truth?"

Nines looks to the stack of papers, averting his gaze. He ponders.

"Time."

With a confused look on her face she questions him with her eyes.

"Yes, I want to know because time is on my side. Whether it's now or later, I'll wait for THAT moment in time."

Glynda smiles, takes off her glasses and gets really close to Nines.

"That, Mr. McTwisty, was the right answer."

Nines turns really red at this point and was very aroused. Glynda waves her hand and the door behind her shuts and locks. They were so close they were sharing air.

"Let's see if you forget about this," Glynda says with a seductive smile. She leans in and kisses

Nines on the lips. His heart rate skyrockets as it feels like there are fireworks going off in his brain. His eyes are wide as he realizes how scandalous this is, but he closes his eyes after a second and gives in to Goodwitch's enchantment.

Nines is overly compelled to stay like this as long as possible. His ears no longer lazily hanging, but straight up in sheer surprise. His wish finally came true, just not the way he expected. It was a scandalous event. Deep down, he wanted to turn his mind to that sole problem of this action, but the braver side of him compelled him to make this last as long as he could. Glynda Goodwitch put a spell on him... and he was completely fine with that. It was selfish, but he wanted more. Nines manages to lean in closer, to get the full effect. Glynda puts a finger on Nines lips.

"You're very brave, Niney, but we should keep this safe," she says, "I don't want to lose you."

She slips something in his pocket and whispers, "Meet me later." She blows a kiss and leaves the room. Nines was dumbfounded. He stumbles, clutching the side of the desk to get his bearings. He had just scored with a teacher, with Glynda. He had trouble convincing himself that this just happened. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a scrap of paper. He unfolds it, recognizing the pink cursive that Glynda used on his combat report.

"You're late, / you're late, / for a very important date! / No time to say "hello, goodbye" / your designation leads to your dream. / the clock tower of green."

Nines mind flutters to those last words. Clock tower of green? Then it hits him. The Beacon

Tower, of green and its clockwork style. That's where he had to go! He folds up the paper, places it in his pocket, and begins to make his way there, his heart aflutter. Nines has never been there so he couldn't just teleport. He hops to his dorm to grab his best suit and asks Ray for some roses. He then heads to the tower. It took a while but he finally got to the top of the tower. Glynda was laying on a red blanket and was wearing a scandalous sparkling purple dress that didn't leave much to the imagination. Nines gets closer and tires to think of what to say.

He takes a deep breath, stepping out onto the rooftop with Glynda. He hands the roses to her, thankful for Ray being a closet horticulturist. She smells them deeply and smiles. He lays down next to her, gazing out at the starry sky.

"Why?" he asks timidly, "I'm just some loser freshman. Why are you interested in me all of a sudden?"

Glynda glances at Nines. His words truly seemed worrying. She trustingly cups his cheek, a way to get his attention.

"There are winners. There are losers. And there are those who have not learned to win yet. Don't consider yourself the second."

She gives a peck on his untouched cheek.

"And if you think this is sudden, you HAVEN'T been paying attention, Nines," she whispers, chilling the Faunus to his core.

"Then how long? How much time did I miss that could've been like this with you?"

Nines suddenly looks very saddened. Glynda takes one finger and lifts his chin.

"Does it matter anymore? We are here now. It may have taken a couple detentions before you understood but we shouldn't waste anymore ti-"

Nines cuts her off mid-sentence with a kiss. Overhead is a full moon and bright stars that are

Witness to the light below. The clock strikes 9:00.

Nearby, a grey-haired man clad in green stands on the point of the clock tower's minute hand.

He watches the steamy scene with a contemplative look.

"Glynda's been so worked up lately," he murmurs, "I'll let her have this."

With that, the minute hand shifts and Ozpin vanishes from sight.