BTW I posted this on my slightly untouched short series "life confide in frostbite" but please don't confuse this has no relation with the earlier chapters! If you read this P.S.A then this was to clarify a few things and not to get you readers confused. I mean the biggest reason for me saying that this was a different thing entirely is because the names of the kids are different and that they had to elope. So yeah. At any rate please enjoy this short story I wrote up for you people.
"WAR COUNCIL!" her voice boomed throughout their small home, it was humble and by all intents and purposes was modest and simple - the very image of a normal middle-class home. It was inside that small house that her voice boomed, thanks to genes she inherited from her mother her vocal chords, though undeveloped were strong enough to let loose a commanding holler such as that. Her audience sat in intently and lent their ears on her as a response.
To that her face brightened up in response, like a child successfully pulling off a complicated trick with their toys, she was positively beaming and the sight of her being so caused those listening to also smile. She coughed, aware of that small break in her current commander persona.
"GWYNN~!" Her voice booming and commanding as it was reached her little brother's ear quite effectively and immediately the small child sat rigid and in attention of his older sister - though born at the same time the brother was born a whole minute late and was thus titled to be the younger brother - he then saluted at her older sister.
"YES, AMARANTH SIS, MA'AM!" Her little brother looked at her with steely eyes of a loyal soldier though admittedly seeing the look her father wears whenever he was training the local kids in the prep. school for hunters and huntresses being sported by a small child like him was precious, adorable really.
"DON'T CALL ME SIS, FOR NOW! . . ." she paused adding an endearing amount of tension on her speech, she continued, "Call me . . . general Amaranth~!" Opening her eyes she then waved her hand across the air as if she was presenting something amazing.
"YES, GENERAL AMARANTH, MA'AM!"
"Good!"
She toned down her voice as she allowed her energy to enter an equilibrium between energetic and subdued, she then turned to her small chalkboard. The chalkboard, as small as it was, was used to teach kids about the various lessons that their parents wanted them to learn and, as such, it contained two sides that could be easily flipped thanks to a rotating joint connected at its sides. At the other side was the foot notes the kids wrote about the lessons of their parents, after all they didn't exactly want to erase what was written on both sides but since they needed at least one side they settled for a compromise which was writing the foot notes in one side and emptying the other for their planning.
In one side was supposed to be what their father was teaching, combat and the multiple theories behind war and everything involved in the practice. The eldest, Amaranth, at her young age excelled at this particular studies, citing that it was fun and that it came naturally to her the things that her father was teaching. Her little brother won't fall behind her though, as the competitive spirit of his parents ran strong in his veins.
It could be considered irresponsible for Adam to be teaching such a dangerous teachings but with the reluctant consent of his wife he was eventually allowed to teach those lessons to his kids - not that he has anything else to teach except fighting, war and combat of various forms.
In the other, where the footnotes were currently written, was the lessons of their mother. And among the many things that she could have taught the children what she ultimately choose was two that she considered to be the most useful: Basic economics and math that was a little advance for their age.
Here the little brother shines, as not only did he inherit his mother's brains he also leaves behind his sister at these logic sort of subjects. It wasn't that Amaranth was completely left behind it was just that she inherited more from her father rather than her mother, this actually frequently becomes topic of discussion of her parents. Both of them expressing how proud they were that she was especially shaping up to be a great warrior at her young age thanks to her aptitude at the martial arts (Martial arts isn't restrained to just CQC or using weapons but just fighting in general).
Thanks to their mother's teachings they could easily enter elementary and maybe skip a few years, a thought which their parents urge them to think carefully about if they want to do so. It's easier to find friends their age after all.
But today thoughts about their education could temporarily fly off the window, the two have a duty to uphold today and one that they must make up a strategy for before doing so. She turned to her second and final audience member who was giggling merrily at the sight of two children going above and beyond for the special occasion.
"When your father sees you two I bet he'll be so proud. The lousy bull will probably try and hug you to death." She said so confidently, it was a little macabre but she was of the same thought after all. Who wouldn't think their kids the most adorable things in the world while they're working to think up of something to celebrate for them, it was physically impossible not to hug these adorable little kids.
"Mhmm!" The two kids nodded proudly, their eyes shimmered with joy at being praised and the eventual praise that their father was about to shower them once he returns home and they enact their plans.
"Mom, did you buy the cake?" Her mother nodded as she pointed towards the fridge just out of their sight in the kitchen, playing near and in between the dinning room and living room had that benefit.
"Just there, cutie pie."
Amaranth nodded satisfactorily, she turned to her second-in-command as her mind quickly churned a task for him to preform. She smiled at her little brother before saying, "Lil bro, aren't you really good at writing things? Can you make dad a card for both of us? I'll make something real quick while you handle that, ok?"
Her little brother scrambled into action, throwing her older sister a salute and an affirmative as he rushed towards their play space to look for coloring materials and paper to do the task he was given. The mother of the two smiled proudly at them before turning to look at her daughter who was walking towards her father's work shed.
She stood up calmly though worry was starting to form in her as the small girl was approaching such a hazardous place brashly and with those gleaming eyes that tells of her mother what could be a very reckless plan.
"Amy where are you going?" Amaranth turned to her mother, looking up at her with a happy smile on her face and an endearing expression to match. Her mother quickly matched her daughter's pace as they walked towards the sliding door that led to their backyard and eventually her father's work shed.
"I'm going to do some carving! Dad taught me the other day and - !" Her eyes widened in shock after her hands found their place in her mouth as she tried to keep from spilling more secrets her father explicitly told her not to tell her mother about. The father's girl then scratched at her nape nervously as she tried whistling and turning her head away from her mildly livid mother, all this happening while she was inching away from her.
Her mother sighed disappointed, but ultimately impressed. She never really knew that her daughter had such dexterous hands on her arms, and besides, she knew her husband wouldn't teach either the kids something so un-kid-friendly unless they showed aptitude with it. She supposed this was one of those cases, so she relented . . .
"It's fine Amy, you can carve as long as I'm with you, ok?" All the disappointment and dismay in her face was all but gone as it was replaced with a gentle tone a mother should have for their kids, in fact it sounded particularly encouraging.
Her daughter beamed at her as she jumped up to hug her mother, the small kid smothered herself in her mother's arms as she was lifted up and hugged by her mother.
She sighed internally, how could I scold this cute kid . . . life sure is unfair. Pushing aside childish thoughts only parents could come up with she then allowed her daughter to walk for herself towards the shed, the kid all but skipping towards the shed as she couldn't contain her joy and excitement for the coming task.
. . .
Adam sighed, with many of the kids' projects coming back to him as either disappointing or downright not following instructions. Sure there was some saving graces, Blake and Yang's kid, Xia, was particularly great it held many great points within her presentation and it was really hard to believe that a kid her age could do something as through as that.
It made him wonder if either of her parents helped her. He paused with his thinking in that topic, knowing her parents that was probably the case. After all, Yang and Blake were even more of a dotting parent that both himself and Weiss was and they were plenty dotting on their own child.
Some others were note worthy too, for example Jaune's kid, Marron, albeit a bit scrawny but had a pretty good head on his shoulders. Being born from Phyrah also helped with giving him good genes, too.
Outside the classes he handles was a child by the last name of Oscar, one of his older students that he took in for training under the request of particularly powerful higher-ups - the ones even the headmistress, Glynda, had to answer too.
He was smart and the prominent talent of leadership flowed through his vein, the spirit of something great and powerful also surrounds the child. Quite frankly the kid, in Adam's, eyes had talent and could very well be next in line for a high position such as the general of Vale's armies, a great hands-on politician also isn't to far away a dream for this kid. Hell, he bet if he aimed to become the next head master he surely could see that be done.
His musings filled his head all throughout the journey home, and he looked forward to seeing those adorable children of him and his wife, too. He truly was blessed, a good secure job and a good family, he was content.
The house from outside look pretty modern, though it was what could be considered to be middle-class it boasted smart, slick and beautiful designing courtesy of his wife and the architect they hired. Its colors reflected their family's main colors too; Red, Blue and Silver.
He basked as his home as he stepped of his parked car, for a moment as was one of his idiosyncrasy.
As he opened the door . . .
"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!"
The kids jumped towards their father's arms who reacted mostly out of instinct as he caught the children in his arms, raising their heads to level with his effortlessly where he was peppered with hugs and kisses from both children.
His wife stood there with a beautiful smile on her face and a delicious looking cake on her hands too. She tilted her head a bit to the side and allowed her smile to beam as she closed her eyes and eased her posture, eventually leading to her posing magnificently for her husband.
The sight of his wife simply left him speechless . . . rather everything about him coming home left him speechless. This was too mediocre of a day after all, suddenly turning it on its head and making it one of the most memorable was quite the feat indeed, it made him so proud of the kids and grateful of his wife too.
He flashed them a great smile, too, as he retaliated the kids' assault, hugging, kissing, thanking and tickling them the both of them before setting them down and approaching his wife who already was setting down the cake in the nearby dinning table.
The air between them changed in a matter of seconds as his hand found themselves in her hips and hers over his shoulder taking him closer to her as they stared into each other's starry eyes.
"Your idea?"
"Ask your daughter, she's really good at this whole 'strategizing' thing. It was cute, you should've seen them."
Adam stole a quick kiss from his wife as he raised his brow, now that was a piece of information he wasn't expecting. He turned to his daughter with a pleasant mix of surprise and pride, he gave her a head a quick mussing before kissing the top of his children's heads.
He sat down around the table and watched as the kids cut him a slice of cake.
The rest of the day went on like this, happy and pleasant with him and the kids playing around the house.
It didn't take long before his daughter smacked her hands against the other with a soft 'plock' as they collide and a look of realization took over her face. She rushed over towards her room and to retrieve something what it was he didn't know, simply that he was asked by his daughter to sit down on the sofa and wait for her surprise.
Before long she came down from the second floor, both her hands were tucked behind her and from what he could tell the object was rectangular in shape, it had the prominent color of red and black both coming together to form quite the cool looking gift box wrapping he had seen - though, of course, he was biased, it is the work of his daughter after all.
His daughter sat beside him to his right and his son, who also didn't know what his sister had in store looked on with curiosity, his wife, too, was looking on at the unraveling sight.
before he could be even told to guess what it was his sharp hearing and smell led to him deducing a few of the object's qualities. The earthy tinge of carving wood could be smelt from inside the box, it was faint and compared to the other, more prominent smell of dried paint it was considerable obscured. It also sounded quite solid as there was small thuds that could be heard from inside the box as his daughter sat down on to the sofa. All in all, he could conclude that it was probably one her carvings that he recently taught her, and the taught of seeing her daughter's hard work and effort for him was quite thrilling.
"Dad, I got something for you!"
She then presented the box to her father, anticipation was welling up in him and a smile couldn't help but escape through his mouth and be presented at his daughter. His pace was quite rushed though he appeared to be calm and still keeping the image of cool and somewhat prudent.
And there in his hands were carvings of his weapon and Weiss' crossing the other in a X shape, it was a pretty good looking carving for a child and for that he was again proud of the efforts his daughter put into making this simple statuette. It showed the husband and wife's 'togetherness', their solidarity with each other. They weren't swords crossing in battle, rather swords crossing as a for of acknowledgement for the other, mutual respect and love.
"How do you like it, daddy?"
He gave her a soft chuckle before taking her in for a one-armed hug, kissing the top of her head as he laid his head atop hers. Amaranth hugged her father close as he pulled her equally close to him, the younger sibling wanting some of the affection pouted slightly before pointing out his own efforts.
"What about me? I made the letter!"
"Hahaha, that's right. Come here, the both of you!"
He hugged the two in an all encompassing hug that drew giggles and sounds of amusement from himself and kids too. The mother who was watching all of this unfold approached the piled hugging mess that was her family, joining in herself as she placed a kiss on each of her family members.
. . .
The day ended as usual, Weiss reading them a few bed time stories before kissing the kids goodnight, Adam would then come in to kiss their foreheads and fetch their mother.
Now sitting in the bed the two shared private words for each other, both equally getting into the mood as their talk progressively approached R-18 maybe even something that could be considered smut material. When Adam was about to pounce on her she smirked a ruthless smile on her lips and her angelic figure set on a sexy pose that didn't quite hide her bosom and nether regions but exposed a tasteful amount of skin for him to behold.
He was held back though, a single finger placed atop his nose slightly pushing him back, telling him to stop. He was rarely one to follow orders but if it was his wife, and in that pose none the less, well her wish is his command.
"Before we get down at it . . ." She approached him, her bosoms uncovered and bare were touching his chest and her nether region only a short distance from his. His gulp could be heard even to her who giggled at his wordless compliment ". . . since when were you teaching Amy to carve?"
". . ."
"When we were in the shed she was holding all those sharp tools like she was used to them. It was amazing and she was great. But . . ."
With that last word he knew he wasn't going to get what he wants that night without a few words to assuage her worry, no . . . maybe the night was dead for him, actually. He wasn't good words in situations like these. Who would've thought that giving speeches to an army and encouraging fearful new recruits was easier than talking his way into sex.
"Isn't that a bit to dangerous?" That chilling smirk of hers, it was cold, it was beautiful, and it was scary all at the same time. He could fill the cold sweat rolling down his back like a bead of ice freezing his back over, or maybe it was simply the cold aura that his wife was exuding at the moment? Either way it was getting way to cold.
"It is, hon, and I know that it was a very bad idea. . ." Another gulp from him "Well she was talented, you know? I think she could really be quite handy, like yours truly." Slowly the cold aura of hers faded away and he was greeted to her smiling face that seemed to relent this fact to him, there was even a tint of surrender in them.
"As long as she improves with it then its fine." as her strong willed visage break down he was greeted to the image of an angle acting coy with her own excessively sultry actions, blushing redder than his blood red hair. This only makes him want to take her more, as it should - no man could resist her at this stage . . . then again if there was another who even dare to think about doing so he wouldn't think twice about using brute force.
Weiss really is a woman to get possessive over, though this wasn't like his obsession with Blake that was unhealthy, just appropriate so for being her husband.
"Don't just stare. . ." she looked away as she laid herself complete on her back, hands now slung over his neck pushing him down with her "Don't make me say something too embarrassing, you lout . . ." from deep red to the darker wine red, her blush intensified as she looked away from.
"You are just so . . . sexy . . . and beautiful . . . and adorable . . . and did I say sexy?"
"You already did, you lout!"
"I love you, Weiss. . ."
"So do I Adam . . ."
about being Weiss' husband, it was now the time for him to enact one of the many rights he has as her one and only love, and husband of course.
"Then, don't mind if I do~"
~Fish
So! I heard that Father's day has already passed or is still happening (depending where you are in the globe) fore me it's still happening thought I'm at the twilight hours of this day so I'm cutting it close for this father's day special. I hope you people enjoyed it, I surely did. Making it I was reminded that I could easily loose myself in just writing things and for as long as this is it I, being the slow writer that I am, wrote this in about three or two hours and a half - not edited. BTW, expect to see this series as an unedited mess most of the times. After all, I do this now mostly out of whim.
Oh and another BTW DRAGONS AND BREAKFAST FOOD! Literally best guy/gal ever! Thanks for always commenting. Also yeah, I totally agree with your stance on the name I really like the new twins' names, I mean just take that in . . . Amaranth . . . Gwynn . . . MMmmmmm Isn't those great sounding names? Best of all they follow the color rule that most RWBY Characters have Amaranth being a shade of red and Gwynn meaning White in some other language (I forgot since I found it while searching through a whole bunch of languages). I don't know if you read these A/Ns but, again thanks for reading and commenting on my work, you are best guy/gal ever!
Anyways that's it for me! See you guys here again in "Life confide in frostbite" or in my other works! TILL WE SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN~!
