#NOT YOU YIN YOU KNOW THE PLOT (also hiiii Yin)

[eggs-can-draw]

🫵 MEGIDOLAON

[laserdog10]

Little Blue Dragon

*It was Christmas Day, well approaching two in the morning in the hospital they were at, Whitley stared out the window watching the snow slowly drift to the ground, a soft smile on his face, happy as can be. And why wouldn’t he be? His now wife Yang Xiao Long had just given birth to their newborn daughter, whom they had yet to name. Elsewhere in the room, stood Taiyang starting to record on his Scroll, while his wife Raven, slept soundly in a chair.*

Tai: It has been about 3 hours now since Yang gave birth...*points Scroll to his daughter in the hospital bed*...and so far we have no name decided yet, though ‘Yin’ is still on the table, so there’s hope!

Raven, obviously not totally asleep: You can quit it with the cheesy vlog, Tai. Also, I suggested Canary first, so we’re going with that soon.

Tai: But I thought we agreed no more bird names!

Raven: The same thing was said when we agreed to no more names that started with ‘y.’

Yang: Both of you, shhh! You’re gonna wake her up! *as the blonde said this, her daughter began to stir, making small huffs*

*Whitley only looked on in content, knowing this is what he needed in his family now: comfort and the trademark bickering. But, something nagged at the back of his mind, like an itch on one’s back that they couldn’t quite reach...*

Yang: You okay, babe? You’ve been zoning out for a good minute now.

Whitley: Hmm? Oh, sorry I was just thinking. All of this is a lot to take in, I’m...really going to be a father.

Tai: Ah, the first time parent jitters. I’ve been there, bud, don’t worry.

Whitley: Well, that too, but...I just-

Yang: Whitley, you’re not him.

Whitley: I know that, bu-*sleeve gets tugged by his wife*

Yang, in a more firm voice: You are not him. Nor will you ever be him, you hear me? From the day I met you, I knew you were going to be someone wonderful, you just needed to leave that environment, and needed a kick to help start it. So you listen to me when I say this; you’re a going to be the greatest father our baby has ever known.

Whitley: Wow, you’re going to make me tear up harder than our wedding day. *sniffs, then wipes his tears* What did I ever do to end up with someone like you?

Yang: Be caught up in out plot to save Remnant from Ozpin’s evil ex, what else? *with that the two leaned into their kiss, then parting to touch their foreheads together, seemingly lost in their own world*

Tai, proudly: And I got all that on recorded!

Raven: Awesome...hey, kid, I’m really not in the position to say this, but you’re obviously leagues better than whatever scumbag Jacques was, alright?

Whitley: Ironic, coming from you, but thank you regardless.

*A light chuckle befell the room, the family sharing a moment they wouldn’t dare forget. Eventually, a knock came from the door*

Nurse: Mrs. Xiao Long, you have visitors!

Yang: Well bring ‘em in!

*The nurse gently opened the door, on the other side came a familiar face of the Schnee Dust Company heiress, behind her was her aquaphobe husband*

Weiss, quitely: Hiiii~! Is she asleep right no-

Neptune: Huh? RUBY WAIT, I’M CARRYING FOOD-GUH! *like a lightning strike, the red reaper Ruby Rose, barreled down the hall and crashed into Neptune. She quickly ran back to the doorway shouting*

Ruby: WHERE IS MY NIECE!? *and she got her answer, in the form of small cries from the bundle in her sisters arms*

Yang/Whitley/Tai/Raven/Weiss/Jaune (now catching up to his wife): RUBY!!!!!

Ruby: ...oops...

-Four in the morning-

*Everything settled down after Ruby’s sudden outburst, everyone now sleeping in the spare chairs in the room or outside on the bench, but Yang and Whitley had the bed to themselves, baby daughter in tow. However, they stayed awake as much as they could, still pondering on their child’s name*

Yang: It should be something Atlesian, like your guys’ names.

Whitley: Right, but let’s break the chain of ‘w’ this time. Something different, maybe random, even.....

Yang: ...Lea.

Whitley: Really?

Yang: Yep, short, simple, easy to remember. Lea Schnee.

Whitley: Lea Xiao Long-Schnee, how’s that?

Yang: *eyes widen a bit, but smiles as she looks down at her little blue snow dragon* Perfect.

Whitley/Yang: Merry Christmas, Lea.