"I see my sunny little dragon has the rest of my trainees scared and working harder."

My dad's warm, amused voice pulls my gaze from the clock, and I turn to face him. He's got his 'lucky' shirt on today. A thread bare, white tee turned pale with age, the gyms martial art logo across the chest reading Taiyang's, and the piece de resistance: faded sharpie marker drawings from when Ruby and I went to town on it when we were little. It's those little faded hearts (Ruby's doing), and the dragon stick figure trying to eat them (all me)a warm up doodad for my sister and her fanfic she is in the middle of writing. Yes it's a RWBY fanfic. Yes that is Yangs/Rubys dad Taiyang. If you want to read more that just the above paragraph then go here! archiveofourown.org/works/8804…