I Won't Break My Promise. (RWBY)

A Monkey, A Crow, A Cat, A Lizard and A Dragon (oh and Neptune)

"....You're what? You're WHAT?"

"Qrow."

"Oh Tai is gonna...WHOSE THE FATHER?"

"Qrow..."

"Aw firecracker, what did we tell ya about boys?"

"It's not me. It's Nora..Jeez."

"What? Oh thank the gods for that."

"Wait what's that supposed to mean..."

"Listen, I love ya but lets just say you aren't the readiest of people for that."

"I'll have you know I'm actually the godmother.
So
Suck
On
That."

"Who was dumb enough ta-"

Nora's smirk grew as she listened and ended her silence. "I thought it was a great idea."

"Huh-oh, heyyy! Congrats on the, uh, kid there, Thunder."

Nora chuckled at his back-pedaling. "Thanks, Qrow."

"I'm gonna be real with ya here. Yang would lose little Thunder Jr in a glass box."

"Not true!"

"Blake is the other godmother, we have that covered."

"Good, good."

"Uhm, very much offended over here."

"Eh, Rubys my favorite anyway."

Nora attempted to stifle her laughter.
"Jeez I see where you get it from. Now you know how Blake feels, you're always picking on the girl."

"You're not supposed to bully the emo kids, Firecracker."

"Pft, I never bully Blake."

"You just annoy the hell out of her."

"I never annoy Blake!"

Blake walked passed the two girls with her eyes buried in a book. "That's a lie."

"Love you too babe!"

"Please don't start."

"Already ahead of you." Was the last thing that came from Blake as she turned the corner of the hall.

Yang turned her attention back to her ecstatic uncle video-calling on her scroll.

It was something he did every once in awhile to check on things, mainly his nieces. He was actually a good uncle despite people thinking otherwise because of his demeanor and jokes. Most people just think he's an old lazy deadbeat drunk, those who got to know him knew that was farther from the truth. He was even working on drinking less. Keyword being less.

He still cared for his nieces and everyone else around them that he's gotten to know and treats them like they're his own too.

"Hey if ya need some advice..Google it."

"Yeah, I remember."

"He's not the best to ask about babies either...hypocrite."

"Shhhush go sit in a corner."

"Are you drunk, Qrow?"

As he poured the last drop from his flask into his mouth he turned back to face her.

"I only had a little. Hell, I deserve it! Do you know how many goddamn Grimm popped up over here after the town's most popular huntsman died? Its negative energy everywhere. Sad too, kid was a young prodigy. Best damn archer you'll ever see, let me tell ya."