Summary: Disaster ensues when Weiss's maternal switch flips.
Something was weird.
Weiss scrunched her face and lowered her newspaper as she looked around. She couldn't figure it out, but something seemed out of the ordinary. The more she tried to pinpoint it, the more it bothered her.
It wasn't the newspaper she was reading at the kitchen table. The printed publication contained the same written information of her and the Schnee Dust Company. Some of the sections had her wife, Ruby, smiling triumphantly with Crescent Rose. That wasn't anything new.
Weiss casted a blank stare towards her wife's back. She could hear Ruby humming while making hash brown and eggs, the usual.
The tied strings of the apron swayed side to side everytime Ruby lightly swung her hips. Her hair moved to the beat of her hums. Those crimson tips grew longer, but not as much in comparison to their younger days.
Weiss quietly scratched the side of her head.
It definitely wasn't Ruby.
She rolled her neck to check her surroundings. It definitely wasn't their home. Nothing moved, so natural disaster was automatically crossed off in her mental list. Their home was like every other, much smaller than the one she lived prior in Atlas, but bigger than normal. She had enough money to spend considering she took over her father's company.
Weiss folded her newspaper and blankly stared at it. She slowly tapped right below her bottom lips with her thumb, trying to wrack her brain to figure out what was bothering her.
A soft restrained giggle caught her attention. Weiss looked up from the laid out newspaper and blinked at the teenage girl in front her.
Weiss watched her eyes glimmered at the scroll. She attempted to make out the small reflection on those silver eyes. Something on the screen made the younger girl smile widely. Weiss watched the platinum hair flopped to one side when the girl cocked her head, the faded pink tips tumbled passed the girl's shoulders down to her chest.
Then there was another suppressed giggle.
Weiss then glanced to the device in her daughter's hand. She watched the thumb rapidly tap against the scroll. It never took a break as it never stopped.
"Blanc," Weiss called her name. "You're giggling like your mom when she stuffed her face with a mountain high of pure sugar."
"10/10 would totally do again!" Ruby chirped from the stove.
"Ruby."
"Sorry!"
Blanc placed down her scroll. "Sorry, mother." Though it didn't take long for her to pick it right back up again when her screen flash. She made haste to respond back to the person, the smile never left.
Weiss finally understood what had been bugging her the whole entire time. Her motherly senses caught onto something, and she knew that look anywhere. "Who are you texting?"
"No one!" Her daughter blurted out, another giggle followed after with the same grin.
Blanc's rapid response made Weiss hummed suspiciously. She didn't like secrets and she knew Blanc couldn't lie for her life, a feature she got from Ruby. Thankfully.
"Is it a..." Weiss pursed her lips together. "Boy...?"
"No!" Blanc sputtered out in response. She received a raised eyebrow from her mother.
"Then..." Weiss held up her head, mentally deducing the other option. "It's a girl."
"No!"
The denial made Weiss roll her eyes with a loud huff. "Blanc, I obviously know you're texting someone with opposable thumbs — unless you're texting to a Beringel, and for dust sakes, I hope you are not. Remember a —"
"Yes mother, I know," Blanc stated monotonously while gesturing her hand in circles. She knew what her mother was about to say. It was along the lines of how to be a Schnee, something her mother hammered into her head ever since she was little. After all, her mother expected her to inherit the company.
"Then?" Weiss trailed off, hoping for a proper answer from her daughter.
"Well..." Blanc's voice fell into a mumble and Weiss could no longer pick whatever her daughter was trying to say.
"Speak up, honey."
"Um..."
"Your mother is just curious that's all sweetie." Ruby came over to the kitchen table with a hot pan. She began plating their breakfast in front of them with a smile. Sunny side-up eggs easily slid onto the plate. "That's her way of snooping around. I remember one time she wanted to know what color my — "
"Ruby!" Weiss shrieked, her face lightly flushed. "Our daughter does not need to know unnecessary information!"
Ruby shrugged with a half smile at her flustered wife. Meanwhile, Blanc giggled when she caught a gist of what her mom tried to say. When Ruby reached over to Blanc's plate with the pan, her daughter waved it away.
"Sorry mom, I'm not eating breakfast today," Blanc said with a guilty smile, her head shrinking as her shoulders shrugged up.
"Oh?" Ruby pulled away the hot pan in surprise.
"Oh indeed," Weiss looked at her daughter suspiciously again. Her lips pressed firmly together into a frown.
Blanc got up from her seat to excuse herself, the chair loudly scraped against the tiles. "Yeah! I'm meeting up with someone."
"Blanc —" Weiss tried, but her daughter seemed too distracted to listen.
"Sorry mother got to go!" Blanc hurried out of the kitchen. Ruby and Weiss heard their daughter stumbling and her voice echoing through the house. "I'll see you guys later in the afternoon! Love you. Bye!"
"Love you too!" Ruby sang out as she pulled a chair next to her wife.
When the door slammed shut, Weiss immediately turned to Ruby with a flat look. "Ruby." Her voice was as dry as the deserts in Vacuo. "Blanc has a date." The frown on her face couldn't dip much further. She was not pleased with this... Date.
"Are you sure you're not over reading it?" Ruby started picking on her food, not worried at all. "You sometimes do that."
"Have you seen the look on her face?" Weiss dramatically gasped out. The way she motioned her hand to further emphasize her point proved that she should be renamed to Drama Queen instead of Ice Queen. "I know that look," she said with certainty. "It's the same look we made when we texted each other during our days in Beacon!"
"You mean that goofy smile that Yang always poke fun of us for?"
"Yes that goofy smile!"
"Weiss. Honey. Dear." Ruby turned back to her wife with a chuckle. "She's sixteen years old and pretty much at the top of her class. Whoever she dates in the future, I'm sure she'll whip them in shape."
Weiss held her chin high. "Like how I did to you?"
"You were always the bottom and still are," Ruby responded with a victorious hum.
"Ruby!" Her wife shrieked again, giving her a nudge on the shoulder. "Anyways, I'm not convinced that her date is worthy of her."
"Weiss," Ruby tried to convince her.
"Like what if her date is using her?"
"Weiss."
"What if her date just wanted the company?
"Weiss," Ruby tried again but it had not use.
"I will not tolerate that. I need to know who she's seeing."
"Weiss, relax." Ruby placed a comforting hand on Weiss's shoulder. Though the expression on her wife's face convinced her that she wasn't listening at all.
"Ruby, grab Crescent Rose and I'll grab Myrtenaster."
"Um Weiss..."
"I have a plan."
"Ruby, any signs of our target?" Weiss's voice cracked in the walkie talkie they brought along.
All those years of training at Beacon paid off as they were putting it to use. They conspicuously hid behind a few bushes and peered through the branches to watch their daughter from afar. A few passersby offered the couple strange looks as to why they were behind bushes, but Ruby and Weiss ignored them.
"Weiss... Blanc is literally right there." Ruby blatantly pointed the obvious. "What I see is basically what you see. And also, why are we using walkie talkies if you're literally sitting next to me?"
"Because stealth is a must in this operation!"
Weiss refused to let go over her walkie talkie as she seemed too concentrated on the task. It wasn't hard to track down their daughter. Weiss was capable of summoning a Grimm that can easily track down scent now that she mastered her semblance.
"Walkie talkies isn't stealthy," Ruby mumbled as she watched her daughter. "And you called me a child..."
Blanc still hadn't budge as she seemed to be patiently waiting for someone.
Weiss ignored Ruby's comment and continued to watch their daughter carefully like a Nevermore. She had patience. She perfectly sharpened it when she took over the SDC. If she wanted to, she could wait for eternity. And Weiss must know who this person was.
A few minutes passed and still nothing happened.
Another minute and still nothing.
"Achhooo!" A cute sneeze from their daughter echoed across.
"BLES—"
Weiss immediately clamped Ruby's mouth, the walkie talkie finally left her hand as it fell to the ground. "Don't bless our daughter!" She quietly hissed at her wife. Ruby muffled out a few sentences through the hand obstructing her way. "You'll blow our cover!"
Ruby slumped her shoulders down. She expected Weiss to finally free her mouth, but she still refused to let go as her eyes were kept glue to their daughter. A pool of slobber started collecting every time Ruby tried to speak, but Weiss still didn't budge, much like how Blanc was standing on the sidewalk. Ruby huffed and an idea hatched in her head.
She licked Weiss's hand with the tip of her tongue, smothering her skin like how a dog would show affection to its owner. However, it had no affect as Weiss seemed too fixated on their daughter.
Plan B. Ruby nipped at her skin.
"Ruby!" Weiss hissed, her hands reflexively pulled away. She finally tore her eyes away to swat her wife on the shoulder. "This is NOT the time to bite me!"
"You never complained in bed," Ruby playfully wiggled her eyebrows. That earned her another swat. "Okay okay!" She held out her hand defensively. She turned her attention back to Blanc, and her silver eyes widen. "Weiss!" She rapidly tapped Weiss on the shoulder, but secretly, she was wiping the saliva without her notice. "Look!" She pointed when Blanc entered into a building.
"Did you see who she was with?" Weiss lifted her head from the bushes to get a clear view.
"No..."
"Ugh," Weiss palmed her face, a loud notable smack. It was louder than the time Winter slapped her on the head while calling her a boob. "Okay, follow my lead."
Casually, they both entered into the same restaurant that Blanc had gone into. Weiss had chosen a table facing towards their daughter's date while Ruby sat behind their table, a menu strategically propped up to keep Blanc from noticing her. They had forgo the walkie talkies as they were oddly out of place and wasn't as silent in comparison to their scrolls.
"It's a boy," Weiss narrowed her eyes at the person sitting across from Blanc. She held her scroll to her ear to keep Ruby informed as she kept sending deadly glares at her daughter's date.
"Funny, thought she would follow our footsteps but I guess not. And wow — I feel like those middle schoolers that have vanilla folders propped up to keep them from cheating on a test."
"Shhh, Ruby. Lower your voice. Blanc might hear you."
"Sorry!"
Ruby was starving.
Her daughter's date was going absolutely normal. In fact, she was happy to see how much Blanc smiled. But her daughter's smile couldn't physically satiate her hunger. Her stomach growled and rumbled. Eggs and toast surely wasn't enough for breakfast considering how fast her metabolism was. Ruby could only groan softly into her folded arms behind the totally-inconspicuous propped up menu.
Her scroll's call time had already exceeded thirty minutes, and the aroma circulating the room didn't tame her hunger either.
She was so hungry that she was practically hearing things. There was loud crunching sounds echoing into her scroll. A crunch here and a crunch there. The sound occurred frequently to the point that Ruby scrunched her eyebrows as she concentrated more on the noise.
"Are you eating?" Ruby questioned incredulously on the other side of the line. She peeked to the side of the menu at the bare minimum to look over to Weiss. Indeed, a fresh batch of fries sat on top of her wife's table and she was eating them.
"Yes I am. Do you want some?"
"Well duh," Ruby stated the obvious. "Can't you hear my stomach growling from over there?"
"Not quite. So far it's been complaints. Okay, hold on... Alright, ready Ruby?"
"Wait..." Ruby frowned behind the menu confusedly. "What do you mean by ready...?"
"Catch."
Ruby peeked over the menu and was startled when Weiss chucked a salted fry in the air. Now since they were partners for basically many years, Ruby understood that Weiss wasn't the greatest at throwing objects. Let alone throwing fries...
"Weiss!" Ruby hissed through the scroll in a hushed voice. She watched in absolute horror as the fry practically somersaulted in the air and nailed Blanc on the head. Weiss didn't hesitate to duck underneath the table when it happened.
"Oh shit! Abort abort abort!" Weiss harshly hissed into the scroll. "Do you think she saw me?"
Ruby peeked over the menu to glance over to the table. "Uhh Weiss..."
"MOTHER?!" Blanc shrieked at the perpetrator who threw the fry.
Weiss nonchalantly sat upright on the seat and dusted her clothes casually. "Oh hello Blanc," she feigned ignorance, pretending the fry incident never happened and everything was a coincidence. "What are you doing here?" Weiss darted a few glances to Ruby as an SOS signal.
"What do you mean?!" Blanc followed her mother's line of sight and it directed her to the table near them. "YOU TOO MOM?!"
"Hi honey!" Ruby waved happily at her daughter when the menu finally collapsed down.
"Uggh," Blanc palmed her face just like how her mother would. They were alike in many ways. Meanwhile Ruby walked over to join Weiss at the table. "What. Are. You. Guys. Doing. Here." She bit out every word carefully at her parents.
"Young lady," Weiss folded her arms, giving her a stern look. "Don't use that tone with me."
Ruby placed a hand on Weiss's arm. "Sweetie, we can explain," she calmly said as she swiped a fry from the basket and popped on into her mouth with her other free hand.
"Oh?" Blanc leaned onto one side of her hips and adopted a similar fashion like her mother, arms folded underneath her chest. "Please do explain." Her nails tapped against her upper arm, waiting for a proper explanation.
Ruby then nudge Weiss with her elbows. "Weiss, explain."
"Your mom and I decided to have a date together."
Blanc flatly looked at her mother in disbelief. "Really?" She dryly replied. "Please explain the weapons sitting right next to you..." She pointed to her parent's weapon attached to their hips.
Weiss elbowed Ruby on the side, passing it to her.
"You see..." Ruby trailed off. "Your mother had this grand idea. She wanted to —"
Weiss slapped her hand on Ruby's mouth to stop her from continuing. She remembered that Ruby couldn't lie for her life. "— Eliminate Grimm along the way!"
Ruby quietly nodded to the lame save when steely blue eyes shot back at her. If she didn't... Well, Weiss will probably banish her to the couch.
"And the fry?" Blanc dared to ask. She didn't seemed convinced. Her flat expression did not yield to any of their excuses.
"Your mom was hungry," Weiss shrugged at the answer.
"So it made sense to throw a piece of fry basically two tables away?"
"Her immaturity rubbed off on me."
Ruby snickered. "That's not the only —" She was immediately silenced once more when Weiss stuffed another fry into her mouth.
Blanc heavily sighed at her parent's antics. "You guys are spying aren't you?"
"Yes we are," Ruby chewed her fries with a smile at the question. "Sweetie, you should probably let the poor boy know that if he wants to have a date, then he must follow formalities."
"Formalities?" Her daughter questioned dubiously, her eyebrows raised so high that it probably passed her hairline. "You mean like an interview and a proper introduction?" Her questions dripped with dry sarcasm. "Should I tell him to bring a resume and a cover letter while I'm at it? Maybe include three references and a chart of his family lineage?"
"Oh heavens no," Weiss snorted at her daughter's redundant questions. "Did you really think we brought our weapons to eliminate Grimm along the way? They have other purposes."
It took awhile for Blanc to register it in her head. "Oh no..." she whimpered as she caught on what her mother was thinking. They were top notch huntresses, and it was practically impossible to best them in a fight. She knew her mother can easily make her date into a whipping boy. No doubt about it. "Mooom!" She turned to her other parent with a horrified expression, hoping she would object to everything mother had proposed.
"Don't worry Blanc," Ruby waved dismissively with another fry in hand. The fry limped to one side, just like how Blanc imagined her date would look like after meeting her parents. "Your mother and I decided that we would go easy."
Blanc knew that was lie. If her mother could make anyone into a whipping boy, then who knows what her mom could do. When it comes down to a spar, she showed no mercy.
Blanc glanced over her shoulders back to the boy she left at the table. He obliviously waved with a sappy smile. She returned a weak wave and a nervous smile. Though it turned back into horror when she faced her parents again.
"So when are we meeting your date?" Ruby smiled at her.
To Blanc, she could easily tell that underneath the innocent smile was an embodiment of the devil. She knew her mom was looking forward to enforcing these 'formalities'. There was no way her mom would pass out on an opportunity to use Crescent Rose.
"We are not getting any younger, Blanc." Weiss lectured her. "Each passing day our skills gets rusty."
Blanc pouted at that. "That's bull."
"Speak up, honey."
"I SAID THAT'S BELIEVABLE!"
"Good..." Weiss nodded when Blanc understood. "So?" She trailed off, expecting her daughter to properly answer and stop mumbling.
"Later." Blanc shortly replied.
"Later as in a few seconds...?"
"Or a few minutes...?"
"Or a few hours...?"
"Or —"
"Oh my god," Blanc released an exhaustive groan when they kept bombarding her with questions. Obviously her parents weren't planning to be reasonable. "Fine!" She threw her hands in the air, practically giving up. "Right now."
"Perfect." Weiss got up and took Ruby by the hand. "Come along dear."
Blanc sunk her shoulders in defeat as she watched her parents make way to the table. Her date watched them with a confused smile, probably sweating bullets to why two of the greatest huntresses on Remnant were approaching him. In all honesty, she did the best she could to save him. Now, he was out alone to fend off the motherly wolves.
"Overprotective mothers," Blanc muttered.
Inspired by the prompt: 'OTP spying on their child's first date' by cat-prompter on tumblr.
This is what I would imagine Ruby and Weiss to be if they were to have kids. Ruby as the chill mother, only showing a sense of protectiveness when necessary, and Weiss as an overprotective tiger mom.
Like always, reviews are appreciated!