A/N: Man, been a while. I've had this one saved but not quite finished or uploaded so... I just kinda typed it up and put it out. Pretty sure it's not my best work but I'm pretty busy, sorry! Getting ready to move!
Anyway let me know what you want the family to get into next. I'll try to type it out when I have time since these chapters should be pretty short. Of course when I have time.
"The saxophone, really Weiss? I knew you had that old person vibe to you, but this is just a whole new level!" Yang teased.
Currently the Xiao Longs were sitting on the couch in their extravagant living room. Yang had the day off, so no huntress business to attend to; which left her free to spend time with her small family. And so the blonde warrior was currently sprawled out on the couch facing her short white haired wife who was currently staring daggers at her while lugging a large black box in her slender arms.
Dropping said box onto the ground in the middle of the carpeted living room, Weiss scowled towards her oaf of a wife. "I'll have you know; I was among one of the best in Atlas at playing the saxophone!" She sneered while facing her chin upwards in a snobbish manor.
This of course only earned a slight chuckle from Yang as she shook her head. "Sure you were Weissy, sure you were."
The white haired woman narrowed her eyes to slits at the condescending tone Yang had used but now had a determined look on her face. Placing the large box down now; she got started on undoing the clasps and opened it. She revealed a large golden colored brass saxophone sitting inside. Quickly snatching it up; Weiss held it up as if presenting it like a trophy.
Yang cocked one eyebrow up at the seemingly out of place gesture but decided to humor her wife. The blonde sat up slightly on her elbows and whistled impressed. "That's a nice looking trumpet there, Weiss." Yang teased.
The former immediately cast a glare towards the blonde woman on the couch; but her only reply was in the form of a wink.
"Whatever Yang. I could just prove to you that I was among one of the best; still am." The Heiress confidently then stated.
Yang arose from her lazy stance and finally sat up fully at the hearing of a challenge in the works. "Oh? That sounds like a challenge there my little ice queen, how about a bet?" The blonde then offered.
Weiss on the other hand didn't like the tone Yang had used one bit. It reminded her of a certain woman who she had run into at the super market the other day. Thinking back on the encounter caused the white haired woman to shudder a bit, but she regained her composure quickly. She would never back down from a challenge, especially one from Yang.
"And what are the stakes?" Weiss asked, now feeling her usual calculating demeanor and falling into Yang's trap she knew, but she was powerless to fight against it.
She watched as Yang's lively lilac eyes gleamed mischievously as she tapped her fingers on her chin; deep in thought as she pondered. "How about when I win and you in fact aren't the best trumpet or harmonica player or whatever that's called, you have to wear that for me tonight." She then answered.
Weiss felt her jaw drop for two reasons. One was the blatant making fun of her instrument by referring to it as other objects. Second was the article of clothing that Yang was referring to. Weiss knew well and good what it was, except instead of clothing it was little more than just a few strings of leather attached together; leaving next to nothing to the imagination.
The prim and proper woman felt a slight blush bloom across her face at hearing about the terms if she would lose. Letting Yang see her in that embarrassing piece of clothing would be too much for her. But she didn't want the blonde to think she was in fact scared.
"F- Fine! But if I win, I get the whole day of you being my servant!" Weiss then blabbed.
Yang stared at her wife confused due to her odd request. "I'm married to you; technically I'm already your servant." She then noted.
"Hush you! You know what I mean. Listening to everything I have to say. Cleaning the kitchen, taking care of the laundry, dishes, giving me backrubs-"
"Backrubs?" Yang perked up.
"Normal backrubs you fiend." Weiss than corrected.
"Okay, deal! I hope you're ready to bear witness to the great Bangin' Yang!" The blonde shouted as she stood up from the couch and walked off towards the kitchen leaving a very confused looking Weiss in the process.
Now that Weiss thought about it she had no idea what instrument Yang even played. She never recalled the girl ever even touching any kind of musical device or possessing any talent for them. She was definitely not refined enough to have the skill or patience for one.
Looking over her saxophone as she heard odd banging sounding from the kitchen, Weiss relived her memories of the times she was on stage in Atlas. The past when she used to perform for her family and friends. But the memory was short lived as the sounds of clanking and banging grew louder until the heart piercing sound of glass breaking sounded.
"Oops, well there goes my snare…"
Weiss shot up and glared towards the various sounds spotting her oaf of a wife carrying almost all the pots, pans, and glassware in her arms as the girl wobbled to the living room with an apologetic smile on her face. But before Weiss could even grow angry at the woman she was confused as to what Yang was even doing.
"Can you explain to me why you're carrying all of our kitchenware into the living room Yang?" A barely constrained Weiss asked as eyes were narrowed in muted anger.
The blonde only giggled before placing the assorted cooking utensils down in an organized manner. "Well not all of them…" She replied while cocking her head towards the still shattered glass bowl in the hallway, much to Weiss' chagrin.
"You know you're cleaning that up, right?" Weiss asked to which Yang only scoffed.
"You didn't win, princess. I'm not cleaning anything up."
Weiss only ground her teeth towards her smirking wife but shoved the anger aside for a moment. She would just humiliate her wife with her musical abilities. Lifting her saxophone up to her lips, the Heiress contemplated on what musical masterpiece she should play. No matter what she chose it would be majestic and a privilege to hear as she blessed Yang's ears with her talent.
She eyed her blonde wife as the girl plopped down on the floor eyeing her curiously with a sly grin on her face still. Ignoring Yang for now though, she decided on a classical masterpiece and took a deep breath before closing her eyes and letting her body relax.
Letting out her first exhale through the mouthpiece of the large brass instrument, all of Weiss' nerves melted in an instant. With her eyes closed, she envisioned the days long past where she was up on stage surrounded by countless people in the grand platforms of the Atlas auditorium. The grandiose nights where she was the center of the universe.
She continued playing; her fingers moving on the notes of her saxophone automatically and elegantly. Her labored breathes quick as she found herself in the groove of things. It was only a matter of time before she played on muscle memory alone…
But as quickly as Weiss began to enjoy herself was she already finished with her song as she hit the last note and exhaled softly. Opening her eyes with a faint smile on her face, she glanced down towards where Yang was sitting and gasped at the sight.
"Y- Yang!" She then shouted, clearly appalled at the sight.
She watched not just as Yang was facing the television which was now for some reason turned on with a videogame displayed on it, but the fact that her daughter Snowflake too was in the living room now, playing with Yang on the t.v.
"Oh, mommy's done playing that bad sound, mama!" Snowflake announced with a happy smile plastered on her face as the small girl sat on Yang's lap.
"Yup! No more of that awful screeching sound from her trombone!" Yang agreed before both girls refocused their attention back on the t.v. completely ignoring Weiss yet again.
It only took a few moments for the white haired woman to collect herself as anger once again clouded her mind.
"Yang Xiao Long just what do you think you're doing!"
Yang once again turned to face the fuming Weiss; adopting her most genuine smile as she could before she answered. "Well you looked like you were having fun playing on your clarinet so I decided to go put all the pots and pans away, clean the mess I made in the hall, and tidy up the room."
Weiss felt her anger falter for a moment as she glanced around at her surroundings and indeed spotted that the room was in fact a lot cleaner than before as the kitchenware from earlier was nowhere to be seen.
"Then Snowy came out here complaining about the awfu- I mean unique sound you were making and the two of us just started playing video games." The blonde then finished to which Snowflake nodded her head playfully agreeing with her.
Weiss was dumbstruck. Was she really playing for that long? But on the other hand, did Yang really clean up and admit defeat?
Adopting a superior smirk now, Weiss then got up and started putting her saxophone away. Of course she had no doubts that she'd win but for Yang to give up so easily? It was unheard of.
"Of course I would have won, but I'm surprised you didn't even put up a fight Yang. I expected more of yo-" Weiss started until she spotted both Yang and Snowflake at the front door of their apartment.
"Yeah yeah, you're soooo much better at playing the piano then me Weiss but… um... Snowy and I are going to go grab some food! We'll see you later babe!"
It was in that moment that her motherly instincts came back as she glanced at Yang suspiciously before catching a whiff of something foul smelling. Almost as if something was burning…
Turning her sights towards the kitchen now, Weiss spotted the source of the smell as there was a light haze of smoke permeating around the stove.
"Oh yeah, I burned some food trying to cook while you were lost in your fantasies, so Snow and I are going to get some fast food!" Yang shouted right before she shut the door. "Also don't forget to clean up the kitchen! Love ya!" to which the sound of a shutting door filled the room.
And so there Weiss stood, alone and without her winning bet of having Yang listen to her every whim… That and here she was stuck cleaning up after her yet again…
But just as she sighed and prepared to lift her saxophone's case back into the closet, Weiss tripped over something. Something that looked very very familiar…
The same pots and pans that Yang had out earlier were in fact behind the very couch Weiss was sitting on earlier.
"Yang!"