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raising baby yang part 1

part 2

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This never gets old lmao

Qrow: Here's a penny for your thoughts.

Tai: Aw, that's nice! I really appreci--

Qrow: And here's a quarter not to tell me them.

Tai: ...😑

Taiyang: ok girls, who’s gonna do the washing up

Yang, throwing her arm out the window:not me, I can’t hold the dishes

RWBY TAIYANG SHORT

Taiyang Long. He’s a monster slayer, master martial artist, and the well-beloved hero of a little town called Patch.

He’s also eating sunflower seeds while watching TV in his bathrobe.

Halfway through his third bowl in as many hours that morning, a battery of over-excited dog barks commenced an artillery barrage on Tai’s numb ears.

“Darn it, Zwei!” Tai groaned as he peeled himself off the couch, “Go back to sleep, you dumb dog! Don’t even know why I got you in the first place!” the Huntsman added sullenly as Zwei whined and began panting happily in response to its master opening the front door.

“Hey Huntsman! Got time for a drink?”

Taiyang sighed and leaned his head against the front door jamb. He then laughed helplessly as he stepped to the side and replied.

“Always, Chief. Always.”

The pair were a third of the way through with the six-pack in the living room of Taiyang’s cabin when the Chief of Patch Town broached the topic.

Brushing off sunflower seeds from the front of his shirt, the Chief grunted as he changed his posture around his overflowing gut to rest his elbows on his knees. Pushing his glasses up his stub-round nose, the Chief smiled at Taiyang and said.

“Huntsman, have you thought about getting married again?”

Taiyang had just swallowed another handful of seeds and was just about to chase the nuts with a drink. But the Chief’s innocent query reversed the controls in his brains, and what was supposed to go down came back up—all over the low coffee table already strewn with seeds and empty beer cans.

“What the hell was that about?”

The Chief chuckled, apparently unperturbed by Taiyang’s outburst. Instead, the older man simply continued.

“You do know that there are quite a few eligible bachelorettes in town who would be happy to spend time with someone of your reputation, Huntsman. Who knew being a good father is so attractive to young girls today?”

Clearing his throat, Taiyang took a quick sip of beer before setting the half-full can aside on whatever space on the coffee table.

“Come on, Chief. I really can’t. I watched most of the girls in Patch grow up and babysat a few of them with my two girls. I’m like an uncle to them. I can’t … I don’t see any of them that way.”

“I see, I see. Then what about the older women?”

“They just remind me of my first wife.” Taiyang moaned as he threw his head back over the couch’s backrest. “I asked her once, I asked her thrice … she SWORE she was on the pill. Shouldn’t have gotten condoms from that chemist her brother recommended.”

The Chief nodded in sympathy. He had met his fair share of shotgun pregnancies and weddings where a pissed-off father had his shotgun trained on a Son-In-Law he never wanted. Taiyang’s circumstances had a reasonably happy ending compared to others.

“Well!” the Chief declared as he slapped his hand against his thigh, “To be honest, the wife suggested that I ask you about marriage prospects. Otherwise, she wouldn’t shut up about it. However, the missus raised something we gotta address, even if her suggestion isn’t exactly a lightbulb-lighting moment.”

One of Taiyang’s handmade doilies was crumpled beneath the Chief’s weight as he shifted around to look at the Huntsman in his baby blue eyes. 

“Huntsman. You’ve gotta get a life!”

“Say what?”

The Chief barrelled on before Taiyang could muster up a counter-argument.

“I know you’re feeling a little … empty ... after your girl, Ruby, left for Beacon Academy. But you can’t keep living like this!” “C’mon, Chief,” Taiyang replied with a dismissive wave of his hand, “I’m having the time of my life! Now that the girls are gone, I can finally have some ‘me’ time. Just kick back and do some man-things, like catching up on pro-wrestling matches …”

“You’re watching the great Mistral Bake-Off.” 

“The way contestant number 3 kneads the pastry for Rapier-Wasp Stinger Pie gets my testosterone going, ok?! Besides, I need a few days to settle into my new routine without kids hanging off my dressing gown. It's no big deal.”

“Huntsman, it’s been a month since Ruby left for Beacon.”

That was when Taiyang snapped and pounced onto the Chief, shaking him by the lapels of his shirt and screaming.

“WHAT IF MY BABY GIRL GETS A TATTOO?!”

The Chief grunted as fingers toughened over decades on the hide of monsters dug into his skin and damn near choked him out. Thankfully, a series of quick taps on Taiyang’s arm, signifying submission, relieved the pressure on the Chief’s throat. Although his posture changed much, Taiyang calmed down soon after, from a state of lethargic apathy to frantic worry.

The Chief grimaced as Taiyang began pacing the living room floor, working himself up to a frenzy, thinking about how his daughters were ruining themselves without his supervision. The Chief had seen it before when his eldest son left home for college, and the boy’s mother had spent two months setting the table and cooking for three people instead of two. Life shifts hard when one’s children leave the nest, and by all the Gods of Remnant, the Chief knew just how to sort it out.

“Look, Huntsman,” The Chief finally cut in as Taiyang was about to start a rant about the negative influence of primetime TV on kids, “It’s clear that you’re having problems adjusting to your kids being away from home. But you’re a filthy mess; no one in town has seen you leave your cabin, and you’re letting yourself go. You need something to occupy yourself, and I might have just the thing.”

Extracting a slightly damp flyer from his back pocket, the Chief quickly clarified as he shoved the warm piece of paper into Taiyang’s warmer hands.

“I heard that Signal Academy is looking for an experienced Monster Slayer to teach there, and since you had all that experience training your girls for all those years, I thought you might be a good fit!”

Glancing over the recruitment flyer while taking a pensive drink, Taiyang sat back and stared from the opposite wall of the cabin's living room. There, next to the TV in place of prominence, was placed a photograph of Taiyang himself. With two girls, a half-bruised blonde crushing her father with a baseball bat and a doe-eyed redhead sobbing at her older sister's antics. The other photo didn't bear thinking too deeply about.

"I dunno, Chief. Do you know how they say teaching someone is like giving up a part of your soul? I did that for my baby girls, and I'm unsure if I have anything left for anyone else. I'm sorry."

The Chief waved away Taiyang's words with the hand filled with a beer can.

"Ain't no need to apologize, Huntsman; I've been a father too and get what you mean. But, when you give yourself to someone, raise them right and send them out into the world. They give you something right back and make you twice the person you ever thought you were."

The Chief then drained his beer before concluding.

"If you had done right by your girls, which I know damn well you have, then by golly, you'd have twice the wisdom of any one Huntsman to pass on to others. That, I know as assuredly as I know that this is bad beer!"

Taiyang laughed in agreement but drank anyway. That was when a long, low bell began ringing in the distance, and the Chief immediately shot to his feet.

"Goddamn! Beowulf attack!" The Chief bellowed as he bustled out of the living room. "I gotta go, Huntsman; you finish the rest of that beer, think about that offer, and shower!" The Chief added before disappearing out of the cabin, leaving Taiyang with memories and a decision to make.

The Beowulf pack was small but old and persistent as corns. It had taken two full quivers of explosive arrows from half a dozen archers to kill just one of those things, and the town's militia was struggling with the rest. However, the Chief was optimistic; The militia had managed to intercept the pack before they reached the town's outer walls and had driven two younger beasts away in the opening engagement. Now, only three were left in the fight.

"Break!" someone shouted over Beowulf's howls and the singing of bows. “One of the beasts is breaking for the town!"

The Chief cursed as he turned and trained his telescope on the errant Beowulf. A cross between a wolf and a gorilla, the afternoon sun glinted with the sinister fury of the brute's white, bone armor, undulating beneath tar-pitch fur as it loped towards Patch's defensive walls.

Stowing his telescope, the Chief turned and nodded at his assistants and raised his hand. The roar of a dozen speedbikes responded to the signal and barrelled off in an arrow formation to head the Beowulf off before it reached the walls.

But despite the speed of the bikes and the skill of its riders, the Beowulf had too much of a head start and would have clambered over the walls before the formation could stop it. 

In fact, by the time the Chief's riders had come close enough to make out the individual banners lining the top of Patch's town walls. Banners of the various high families that founded the town. The Beowulf was halfway up the wall and would have vaulted over the lip of the barricade if Taiyang Long had not leaped off the wall, dive-bombed ten-plus feet, and punched the beast off the wall and into the dirt at the wall's foot.

A second punch. A blow that carried farther than a gunshot. Had disintegrated the stray Beowulf's head by the time the Chief's speedbike stopped beside Taiyang.

"Huntsman! I didn't think you'd show up!"

Taiyang shrugged happily. Garbed in the gear of his hunting days, the Huntsman looked good. It was as if he had shed the lethargic malaise of his recent month like a dragon's skin and was refreshed with the prospect of action. Just as the Chief had guessed.

"Ah, well. You know how it is. I WAS going to watch the third round of the Mistral Bake Off. But before I knew it, I had my gear on and was punching a Beowulf's block off. It was like I was possessed by something."

"Well, that's just plum awful, Huntsman. But since you're here, you need a ride?"

"Nah," Taiyang said as he stretched his calves. "I'll jog. Besides, as you said, I'm twice the Huntsman I was. So I'm probably twice as fast as you! See ya!"

And with that, Taiyang sprinted off toward his next mission.

Suggestion for the sketch request: TaiyangxSummer (Summer Lovin')

VAGB Backstory - Valentine (The Lonely Flower)

Valentine for his entire life has never felt the feeling of love, well romantic love, people have always either loved him platonically, as family, or they just loved the model but not the man behind the handsome face. Valentine knows not of his birth parents, he does not know who they are, what they look like, what they sound like, or if they were native Atlesians. The first home that Valentine ever knew was St. Hedwig's orphanage, though in his beginning years there were not the best, Valentine was very different from the young man we know today. When he was young Valentine was known as the DUFF in the orphanage, he was constantly teased and bullied for being fat and ugly, he was in the depths of despair, until he found hope and inspiration when a stroke of divine intervention happened. The TV in the lounging room of the orphanage was showing Miss Remnant 2008, Valentine was awed by these beautiful women Valentine was intrigued and continued to watch the broadcast. The Winner of the Pagent for her speech which gave Valentine the hope and drive he needed to change, the speech was about how she started out as an ugly duckling, that she was fat, had pimples everywhere, and her posture was bad, but when she gained a crush she worked her ass of to be beautiful, to be beautiful enough so they would want her as their love, but as she changed, she started to realize that her true love is herself, that she was doing this not because of some guy but for herself because she wanted to be a better her. Since that day Valentine's been doing everything to lose weight, and after a couple years of hard work Valentine was known to be the handsomest boy in the orphanage. At 12 years old just before puberty Valentine was adopted by a Valean couple, who gave him a new home in Patch, where besides his pageant king career, and gymnastics training he was enrolled in signal for combat training. With his parents busy with work, Valentine found himself lonely again, he was popular sure, but he didn't get to bond with people and actually make connections that were personal and not just professional. Valentine wanted a friend and luckily for him he was able to get one. Enter Taiyang Xiao-Long, Valentine's Dad friend, and though not legally his Dad, Tai saw potential in the young cat boy, Valentine whenever he participated in the mock fights against the training bots, and the student vs student spars, never really used a weapon, he'd use one of the training weapons sure, it was a spike, but that was only because that was a school rule. Valentine mostly fought with his limbs and instead used the spike as distraction than an actual weapon. Tai also saw how sad the kid always seemed to be, his smiles and laughs never really reach his eyes, Tai being Tai, took Val in as his personal apprentice and served as Val's Martial Arts teacher, in time they formed a familial bond as father and son, and with that Yang and Ruby gained a surrogate brother, Yang got a little brother (by a few months), and Ruby got a big brother. And Valentine's life was great, he finally got what he wanted a family, now all that's left was a romantic partner. But that's a story for another time, the story of how Valentine unlocked his semblance. But for now (season 1) Valentine starts his new life as a student of Beacon with his two sisters by his side. Gods help the person who makes sisters cry, or they'll be on the receiving end of Valentine's semblance and Umbrella.