Hello! This is a whole mix of things right in one post. First of all, I’m actually getting around to posting this for day six of @bmblbweek! The prompt is Beeunion, which is perfect. Second of all, I’m fulfilling prompts that @spooky-dod and @lydiaroguepersonal gave me like… 10000101000 years ago. Those were “Blake seeing Yang without her prosthetic for the first time” and “Yang and Blake talk about how rough each other has been, optional if tears are shed, and maybe they fall asleep on each other” AND this is also chapter three of my fanfic, My Safe Haven Is With You.
Their first meeting was something neither of them had intended to happen. Blake hadn’t planned on seeing Yang again, at least, not so soon. Not until after she’d taken back the White Fang, and taken Adam off the map. Not until she’d made absolutely sure that he couldn’t hurt Yang ever again. Maybe then she would’ve been ready, wouldn’t have been so ashamed to stand under the scrutiny of that lavender gaze.