The Parent Teacher Conference: Taiyang/Glynda
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Glynda Goodwitch's office at Beacon was a study in controlled severity—polished desk, neatly stacked reports, the faint scent of lemon polish and lingering coffee. She sat behind it now, glasses perched on her nose, reviewing security footage with the kind of focused displeasure usually reserved for poorly formatted mission reports. Yang Xiao-Long and Ruby Rose sat in the two uncomfortable chairs in front of her desk, both cringing.
"We weren't the only ones-!" Ruby tried, but she was silenced by Glynda's icy glare.
"No talking until your father gets here," she stated, cold and steely. Yang coughed.
"Ah, well-"
Glynda's glare seemed to go through her like a CAT scan. Yang folded her hands in her lap and nodded quickly.
"Yes ma'am!" She managed. Ruby winced.
If Yang's being polite, we're doomed...
The door opened.
Taiyang Xiao Long stepped in—broad shoulders filling the frame, casual red shirt rolled to the elbows, blond hair neatly tousled. He froze mid-step when he saw Glynda.
"…Glynda?"
She looked up. Her eyes widened fractionally behind the lenses.
"…Taiyang," she greeted, almost gently.
A long beat of stunned silence.
Taiyang blinked. "Breaker... I didn't recognize you. You're… taller. And scarier."
Glynda's lips twitched despite herself. "It took me a moment too. You're… less feral. And taller. The five o'clock shadow is new."
Taiyang rubbed the short, golden scruff on his jaw with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, well... You caught me on an off day. I'm a teacher at Signal. Gotta look respectable sometimes."
They stared at each other for another second—then both cracked the same smile.
Glynda leaned back, removing her glasses to wipe them with a cloth. "I still can't believe it's you. The last time I saw you, you were trying to convince Qrow that wearing a dress for a week was 'character building.'"
Taiyang barked a laugh. "He lasted three days. Cried on day four when he had to wear heels to the mess hall."
Glynda's shoulders shook. "And Isabel Arc throwing you out the window when you walked in on her showering. I've never heard a man scream that high."
Taiyang winced, rubbing his back like the memory still ached. "She said I was 'lucky it was only the second floor.' Then Raven... Remember when she tried make up and insisted she'd do it herself? She looked like-like a killer clown from outer space!"
They dissolved into quiet laughter—old friends rediscovering a rhythm that had been buried under years and grief. Yang and Ruby just stared at this interaction in utter disbelief. Ruby pinched herself to make sure she wasn't having a nightmare.
Taiyang finally sobered, leaning forward against the desk. "So… what did my girls get up to this time?"
Glynda's expression shifted back to stern professor mode. "They participated in a vigilante raid against a White Fang splinter cell operating out of Vale's industrial district. Unauthorized, unsupervised, and against every regulation in the student handbook."
Taiyang exhaled. "Did they win?"
Glynda's eyes narrowed. "That is not the point."
He raised both hands. "Right. Not the point. I'll keep a tighter leash on them. Promise."
Glynda studied him for a long moment—then her shoulders relaxed. "Thank you, Taiyang. For being a good father. And… for still being a good friend."
Taiyang's smile was softer now. "Hey. We survived Beacon together. That counts for something." He paused, then added with genuine warmth, "We should catch up sometime. Properly. Coffee. Or drinks. Or both."
Glynda's cheeks pinked—barely noticeable, but there. She cleared her throat. "Yes. I… would like that."
Taiyang grinned—bright, boyish, the same grin that had once convinced her to sneak into the Emerald Forest on a dare.
"It's a date. Uh... I mean... You know what I mean."
He winked.
Glynda rolled her eyes, but the blush stayed. "Goodbye, Taiyang."
He saluted lazily and stepped out, pausing in the doorway. "Girls! Be good for Glynda!"
The door closed.
Silence.
Then Glynda turned slowly to the two daughters who'd been sitting there, now wearing identical stunned expressions.
Ruby's voice cracked first. "Professor Goodwitch… Do you... Like my dad?"
Glynda froze. "Well, yes... Not like that!"
Both girls stared—intensely.
Glynda's composure cracked. A flush crept up her neck.
"Okay," she admitted, voice strangled, "so it is like that. Is he single? You could grind meat on those abs!"
"STOP HITTING ON MY DAD!" Yang shrieked.
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@brinkleberry Complained that there weren't more Taiyang/Glynda fics so I wrote up a quick one for him. Don't say I never did anything for you.
"We weren't the only ones-!" Ruby tried, but she was silenced by Glynda's icy glare.
"No talking until your father gets here," she stated, cold and steely. Yang coughed.
"Ah, well-"
Glynda's glare seemed to go through her like a CAT scan. Yang folded her hands in her lap and nodded quickly.
"Yes ma'am!" She managed. Ruby winced.
If Yang's being polite, we're doomed...
The door opened.
Taiyang Xiao Long stepped in—broad shoulders filling the frame, casual red shirt rolled to the elbows, blond hair neatly tousled. He froze mid-step when he saw Glynda.
"…Glynda?"
She looked up. Her eyes widened fractionally behind the lenses.
"…Taiyang," she greeted, almost gently.
A long beat of stunned silence.
Taiyang blinked. "Breaker... I didn't recognize you. You're… taller. And scarier."
Glynda's lips twitched despite herself. "It took me a moment too. You're… less feral. And taller. The five o'clock shadow is new."
Taiyang rubbed the short, golden scruff on his jaw with a sheepish grin. "Yeah, well... You caught me on an off day. I'm a teacher at Signal. Gotta look respectable sometimes."
They stared at each other for another second—then both cracked the same smile.
Glynda leaned back, removing her glasses to wipe them with a cloth. "I still can't believe it's you. The last time I saw you, you were trying to convince Qrow that wearing a dress for a week was 'character building.'"
Taiyang barked a laugh. "He lasted three days. Cried on day four when he had to wear heels to the mess hall."
Glynda's shoulders shook. "And Isabel Arc throwing you out the window when you walked in on her showering. I've never heard a man scream that high."
Taiyang winced, rubbing his back like the memory still ached. "She said I was 'lucky it was only the second floor.' Then Raven... Remember when she tried make up and insisted she'd do it herself? She looked like-like a killer clown from outer space!"
They dissolved into quiet laughter—old friends rediscovering a rhythm that had been buried under years and grief. Yang and Ruby just stared at this interaction in utter disbelief. Ruby pinched herself to make sure she wasn't having a nightmare.
Taiyang finally sobered, leaning forward against the desk. "So… what did my girls get up to this time?"
Glynda's expression shifted back to stern professor mode. "They participated in a vigilante raid against a White Fang splinter cell operating out of Vale's industrial district. Unauthorized, unsupervised, and against every regulation in the student handbook."
Taiyang exhaled. "Did they win?"
Glynda's eyes narrowed. "That is not the point."
He raised both hands. "Right. Not the point. I'll keep a tighter leash on them. Promise."
Glynda studied him for a long moment—then her shoulders relaxed. "Thank you, Taiyang. For being a good father. And… for still being a good friend."
Taiyang's smile was softer now. "Hey. We survived Beacon together. That counts for something." He paused, then added with genuine warmth, "We should catch up sometime. Properly. Coffee. Or drinks. Or both."
Glynda's cheeks pinked—barely noticeable, but there. She cleared her throat. "Yes. I… would like that."
Taiyang grinned—bright, boyish, the same grin that had once convinced her to sneak into the Emerald Forest on a dare.
"It's a date. Uh... I mean... You know what I mean."
He winked.
Glynda rolled her eyes, but the blush stayed. "Goodbye, Taiyang."
He saluted lazily and stepped out, pausing in the doorway. "Girls! Be good for Glynda!"
The door closed.
Silence.
Then Glynda turned slowly to the two daughters who'd been sitting there, now wearing identical stunned expressions.
Ruby's voice cracked first. "Professor Goodwitch… Do you... Like my dad?"
Glynda froze. "Well, yes... Not like that!"
Both girls stared—intensely.
Glynda's composure cracked. A flush crept up her neck.
"Okay," she admitted, voice strangled, "so it is like that. Is he single? You could grind meat on those abs!"
"STOP HITTING ON MY DAD!" Yang shrieked.
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@brinkleberry Complained that there weren't more Taiyang/Glynda fics so I wrote up a quick one for him. Don't say I never did anything for you.
