Hey hey it’s been over 2 years since I posted a fanfic. I still love these two and I hope you guys enjoy. This fic goes with this pic. _____________________________________________________________
Time passed by differently on the island, the reddish orb in the sky seemed to rise and set more quickly than on Remnant. Yang sat with her back to the trees, knees tucked up on the beach, watching the waves lap back and forth on the sand. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she fell off the precipice. Blake’s anguished expression would haunt her for a long time.
On the island, Yang hadn’t seen any trace of another soul, she was completely alone. The endless silence made her question if this world was even real.
Was she dead? Was this purgatory?
Strange thoughts swirled in the back of Yang’s mind.
How do you prove that you exist…? Maybe we don’t exist…
Yang had walked along the sandy coastline up to the steep cliffs, but had not ventured into the thick jungle brush, its thick leaves and cover seemed foreboding to her for some inexplicable reason.
Yang sighed and cast aside her jacket. Maybe it was time to see what was on the other side of the island.
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Blake prodded a log in the campfire and tried to manage a smile at the silver-eyed girl.
Her and Ruby had landed together in the water, but Yang and Weiss were nowhere to be found. It felt like days since she had seen them. But if she was alive, Blake reasoned, then Yang was alive too…Right?
“We’ll find her Blake, don’t worry,” Ruby said.
Blake straightened, realizing her emotions were written all over her face. Worry… How could she not. Neo, Cinder what if they were here in this place, what if they got to Yang first?
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At first light, Blake covered a still-sleeping Ruby with her jacket and walked deeper into the trees. The whole island had a strange aura to it, an exotic sort of heaviness in the air. She pulled at a leaf and examined it, the size and shape was foreign to her, it was like being in another world.
Just then, a strong breeze rustled through the trees. Blake paused and caught a wisp of… Something… She couldn’t put her finger on it until it happened again. A familiar scent she’d recognize anywhere. Citrus and gunpowder.
Blake reacted on pure instinct and took off at a full sprint towards the center of the jungle. She wasn’t sure how long she was running for, she just knew she was getting closer.
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Walking through the rough-hewn path, Yang figured she had to be half-way through the jungle by now. It was slow going, numerous low hanging vines and branches got in her way with every few steps. She stopped to take a break, leaning her back against the nearest tree. What a strange place, she thought as she turned and ran her left hand over thin, neon pink rivulets of dried sap on the thick trunk. Just then she heard the distinct sound of a twig snapping under step several meters behind her. Yang froze then turned around slowly.
Blake stood with her chest heaving, faunus ears alert and straight out, not quite believing her eyes. There she was, Yang, her amethyst eyes wide and mouth parted in surprise. She had to confirm this wasn’t a dream that this wasn’t a mirage in the tropical heat. Blake sprinted towards the blonde without a second thought and leapt into her arms, connecting their lips together in a firm, desperate kiss.
Yang had barely enough time to react, wrapping her arms around Blake’s back and leaning back from the sheer force that Blake slammed into her with.
Blake breathed her in gratefully, pressed her mouth harder against hers, reveling in that familiar warmth and touch that was so quintessentially Yang. This was real. Yang was here and alive in front of her.
When they finally separated, both gasping to catch their breaths, the gravity of what Blake had just done was starting to hit her.
Yang and her had never talked about it, that attraction, that magnetism that always seemed to draw them together. It was like an open secret between them, something that they both knew but had never vocalized with words. Now with that kiss, Blake had brought it to the forefront and laid her emotions and desires bare for Yang to see. Did Yang even feel the same way?
“Sorry,” Blake said, breathlessly. “I shouldn’t have--”
Yang stopped her with another kiss, tenderly moving her lips against Blake’s mouth in a gentle caress.
“I love you,” Yang said resolutely, when they broke apart. “I should have said so earlier.”
“Yang…” Blake whispered, her eyes welling up with tears. “I love you more than anything. Please don’t ever leave me like that again.”
“I won’t,” Yang promised, holding her tight.
That same question swirled in Yang’s mind again.
How do you prove that you exist…?
Yang felt like she finally found the answer.
It doesn’t matter as long as you are with the person you love.
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No matter how much time has passed, or how my infatuation with the fandom ebbs and flows, I’ll ALWAYS be grateful to Bumbleby for inspiring me as a writer and artist, and opening my eyes to the different ways people can love each other - Sachiel21
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