Okay..I’m in the mood for some angst and your like the best writer out there sooooo I have a writing request.Yang and Blake have an argument about how Yang is letting her anger take over her again and Blake is scared because of the way Adam was when she was with him
Asksjshdjdkdk!!! Best writer?!
I highly doubt that! There are a lot of writers out there that are way better than me! I’m still learning and growing!
But thank you so much! It means a lot to me, mate! 😊
I have a hard time writing fics where Yang let’s her anger control her, especially after vol 6.
This one is set in their Beacon days as they’re both still settling into the groove of being partners and friends. Hopefully, it’s sufficiently angsty for you 😊
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“I am this close to knocking Cardin out!”
“It’s not your fight, Yang.”
“So, what, I’m meant to just stand by and let him hurt somebody?!”
Blake stiffened as Yang, who had been standing by their bunks, spun around to glare at her, eyes blazing into her. Her words were… painfully familiar to Blake.
“Yang.” Blake said, voice low with warning as she instinctively twisted so that her dominant hand was positioned behind, subconsciously preparing to defend herself. “Getting involved the way you did? Outright challenging him when his victim was in his grasp? That’s not the way to go about it. If Cardin’s pride didn’t blind him, that could have put Velvet in a lot of danger.” Blake felt her heart stutter fearfully when Yang snorted angrily. “He’s bigger than her. Stronger. She didn’t have her weapon on her. And even without his, Cardin could do a lot of damage.”
“Cardin’s the one threatening Velvet… and I’m the bad guy?”
Blake felt her heart and stomach drop as yet more intimately familiar words slipped from Yang’s lips as she seethed, anger wafting off of her in waves. Blake’s ears pressed against her bow fearfully, her breath hitching slightly.
“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it.”
“Do I? Because that’s how it sounds to me, Blake.”
When Yang threw out an arm in frustration, Blake responded instinctively, throwing up her left arm to block what she believed to be an incoming blow, her right hand pulling back in preparation to defend herself…
And nothing happened. There was no strike. No cruel hand grabbing her arm and bruising her skin. No cutting words.
All there was, when Blake lowered her arm and blinked in surprise, was a very confused Yang, her eyes slowly shifting back to lilac as she took a step away from Blake.
“I- did- did you think I was going to hit you?” Yang said quietly, an almost hurt tone in her voice as she awkwardly held her arms at her side and stared at Blake in disbelief. “I know I get angry easily… but I would never, never, lay a hand on somebody like that. Especially not somebody that I care about.”
“I know. I know. I just- wait.” Blake tilted her head in surprise, her mind processing Yang’s words. “You care about me?”
“Uh… yeah?” Yang frowned, rubbing the back of her neck as she stared at Blake like she had grown a second head. “We’re partners? You’re my friend? Why wouldn’t I care about you?”
Blake dropped her head to examine the floor, her jaw clenching and unclenching in rapid succession. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had heard somebody say that they cared about her while simultaneously using it as the blade that they dug into her already fractured heart. Being cared about had always been a weapon. To hear it and feel it as a soothing balm instead… it was alien. It didn’t feel natural to Blake anymore.
“I-“ Yang sighed suddenly, taking a step closer to Blake hesitantly. “I’m sorry. I definitely overreacted. I’m sorry.”
Blake snapped her head up and stared at Yang, staring at her suspiciously for a long moment. Apologies were another blade that had been used on her. But, once more, Yang showed that the way she used her words were different. She gazed back at Blake, her body language open and her eyes honest.
“I, uh. I’m sorry, too.” Blake said hesitantly, her right hand clutching at her left bicep insecurely. “I should have explained better-“
“Or I should have listened better.” Yang said wincing and smiling sheepishly at Blake. “I just… I find it hard to sit by when people are being hurt. But you’re right. You were trying to de-escalate the situation and I came in, guns blazing. I’m sorry.”
“Not if I made you think that I was going to hurt you.” Yang said, her brow creasing as a guilty look entered her eyes. “That’s not- an argument is one thing. But for my friend to think that I was going to hurt her… that’s not okay. I-“
“I assure you, Yang. It’s not your fault.” Blake sighed softly as she looked away, cursing herself for causing Yang such distress over the matter. “I grew up outside the Kingdoms. You get used to a certain way of life.”
“Oh.” Yang murmured, her teeth catching her bottom lip and tugging at it thoughtfully. “I’m… I’m really sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Blake said, shrugging it off. “It was normal.”
“Well… at least you’re safe now, right? Beacon’s a pretty good place to be”
When Blake glanced back at Yang and saw her gazing at her with a level of compassion and understanding that Blake wasn’t used to. It made her believe that she was safe.
“Yeah.” Blake said softly, her ears relaxing as a small smile pulled at her lips. “I guess I am.”
“Um…” Yang fidgeted awkwardly, seemingly unsure of herself. “Is it… alright if I give you a hug?”
“A hug?” Blake blinked, taken aback, her head tilting curiously at Yang. “Why?”
“Uh… because you look like you could do with one?” Yang said hesitantly. “Not that you have to! I just… I don’t want to end this discussion on a sour note and I don’t want you to feel scared of me or whatever and I would rather end things on a positive note and-“
Blake covered her lips as a soft laugh bubbled up, the first true laugh she had had in a while and she shook her head.
“Positive? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable-“
“Just get over here before I change my mind.” Blake huffed, rolling her eyes at Yang. Though, she had to admit, it was very endearing that Yang wanted to make sure.
As Yang walked over and carefully pulled Blake into a hug, Blake froze for only a moment before allowing herself to melt into Yang’s hold, a soft sigh escaping her. She couldn’t even remember the last hug she had had. It was… nice. Really nice.
“So… still friends.” Yang murmured softly into her ear, making Blake smile as she curled her arms tighter around Yang’s waist. Her skin twitched as Yang rubbed soothing circles into her back.
Whatever feeling of safety that Yang’s earlier words and gaze had caused moments earlier, it had nothing on how her warm hold felt now.
There were parallels between Yang and Adam. Blake could see them. But there was so much more that separated them. How they responded when they frightened someone, how they spoke and used words and why. How they apologised and responded to their wrongs. The mere fact that Yang gave Blake open and honest eye contact spoke for how different she was to Adam.
Yang was different. She was good and kind and genuine.