Sometimes I write stories in my head but never physically write them. You, mate, gave me the kick in the ass that I needed to write this one. So thank you 😊
I’m… not sure how it turned out, honestly. I really wasn’t sure how to start the conversation and ultimately went with this. Alternatively, I was going to have Yang bring it up but I see Blake as being the more impulsive one so this what went down.
Walking out of her room and into team RWBY’s dorm common room, Yang was not expecting to see Blake still awake. Especially since the moment they got back, Blake had excused herself; saying that she was nearly asleep on her feet.
“Yang.” Blake murmured quietly, almost… sadly as she played with her yukata. “What are you doing up?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I’m guessing you couldn’t either?” Yang asked, sitting down on Blake’s right on the couch, turning to face with her leg up on the cushion.
“Unfortunately not.” Blake sighed as she curled her knees against her chest. “It’s been… a long few weeks, you know? I’m just… processing it all.”
“Oh. Yeah. Of course.” Yang said, with only a small amount of awkwardness. “Do you wanna talk about what’s bothering you?” She asked, leaning her temple against her fist, elbow on the back of the couch.
“Talk?” Blake snorted, a bitter smile on her face. “About which part? The fact that the man who tormented me for years is dead? Or how about the fact that Mantle is suffering? Oh! Maybe I should talk about the fact that, according to the Ace-Ops, I really shouldn’t care as much about my teammates as much as I do!”
Yang stared in shock as Blake hugged her knees tighter to her chest.
“Blake…” She said quietly. “You’ve been thinking about what Harriet said?” She questioned gently, watching the way Blake’s jaw muscles shifted, the way her ears flattened miserably.
“Yes. Because I’ve worked in that kind of-of apathetic environment before, Yang.” Blake said, voice low and careful. Like she was holding something back. “And I don’t like it. I like knowing that I have people who actually care me. I like caring about them in return. And maybe that’s going to be my undoing. But I’ve come too far from where I was to just… let go because of what they think is professional.”
Yang felt her heart stutter as she gazed at Blake. There it was; that golden fire that lit up her eyes. It was intimidating. It was inspiring. And it was beautiful. She was beautiful.
“I’ve been thinking about what Harriet said. About how this is a job; your teammates are not your friends. And I refuse to accept that.” Blake let go of her legs and turned to face Yang with those burning golden eyes, a determined set to her jaw and ears pricked forward. “If looking at my team and seeing my family is what destroys me? Then that’s a death I’m willing to accept. If seeing you all as my safety and my home is going to bring me crashing down, then that’s a fall I’m going to take. And Gods be damned, if letting myself care about the most important people in my word is what burns me? Then I choose to walk into those flames.” Blake reaches out to gently hold Yang’s hands, thumbs running across her knuckles. “Because each little moment that I share with my girls is so worth it. Each laugh, each moment of safety and hope. Every single moment with you is a moment well spent.”
“I- Blake…” Yang whispered, voice thick. “You… wow.” She didn’t know what to say. But apparently, Blake wasn’t quite finished.
“I have been running for so long. And I’m done with it. Because this team is my home. My safety. Where I feel… happiest. I used to think I’d never feel that way again. But I do and I’m not letting go of it just because some- some emotionally constipated elite officer can’t see how powerful it can be to be surrounded by the people that you love!” Blake inhaled deeply, eyes filled with unshed tears, and reached up a shaky hand to graze along Yang’s jaw. Yang swallowed nervously and leaned into it, pressing into her partner’s cool palm. “I can’t imagine a world where I don’t care about you girls. Especially you, Yang. And I would never wish that away.”
“Oh.” Yang breathed shakily, throat tight. “Yeah. I guess after-“
“Yang. I don’t care about you because you of what we’ve gone through. I don’t care about you because of “shared trauma” or whatever people want to call it.” Blake was closer low, voice low and full of emotion. “I care about you because you’re kind and compassionate. You’re intelligent and strong. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out. And maybe what we’ve gone through has pulled us closer but I know that these feeling have always been there. It just took Adam pointing them out for me to start to recognise them.”
“Feelings? For me?” Yang asked, voice cracking. “What kind of feelings?”
“Yang Xiao Long.” Blake whispered, shaking her head fondly. “Do I have to spell it out for you?” She asked, leaning in so that their noses were brushing. “I love you, Yang.” And then she brushed her lips experimentally over Yang’s and Yang felt all thought leave her mind.
When Yang didn’t move, Blake kept her lips just a hair’s length away from Yang’s for a moment.
“I’m sorry.” She murmured, a sad, almost heartbroken look in her eyes as she pulled back. “I shouldn’t have-“
But then, Yang cut her off by leaning forward and kissing her, causing Blake to freeze for a second before she kissed back, hand coming up to cup her jaw. Yang pulled back to tell Blake she felt the same but Blake was quick to follow her, lips catching hers again, hands cupping her jaw and adjusting their heads for a better position. Yang curled her arms around Blake’s back and pulled her close, a whimper escaping her throat as Blake stroked her cheeks.
“Blake…” Yang breathed out shakily when they finally pulled away. “I love you too. So much.” She could feel tears pooling down her cheeks. She could see Blake’s own tears spilling over.
The two women let out noises that were part sob and part laugh. Joy and past heartache in turn. Soon, tears were brushed away by soft, loving lips that whispered reassurance of love and adoration. Hands ran through hair and along jawlines, caressing and comforting and exploring each other’s faces. Arms held another with a haven of safety.
A promise was silently made; nothing was going to take this from them. This was real. It was special. And it was theirs.
And if anyone so much as tried? Well, no amount of praying to the Gods would protect them from the wrath of two women in love.
Because at the end of the day… nothing could stop two hearts that beat as one.