#criminal bees

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fluffy, happy criminal bees

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15 for Blake, Roman and Yang

15. “That was a perfect example of how not to do things.”

“You know,” Roman said as he took in the smoking building, “when I asked if you could smoke out the White Fang inside there, this isn’t what I had in mind.”

Blake still had her face in her hands, while Yang looked smug as a bug in a rug.

“I mean,” he continued, waving a hand loosely, “that was a perfect example of how not to do things. All that cargo inside? Blown to hell. All those leads on where Taurus was? Incinerated. I mean, I should have expected this when I called on your girlfriend, Kitty Cat-”

“You mean our girlfriend,” Blake muttered into her hand. “Don’t weasel out of this.” 

“Fine, fine, our girlfriend. Point is, we had a lot of leads on where Adam and Cinder were in there. That was their communication hub, Blondie! Now they’re gonna be smug as hell while we look around blind.” 

Yang was still smug, reaching into her coat pocket. “Yeah, I mean, they think that. But what if, say, before burning the warehouse down, I copied everything onto a drive?”

Her prosthetic came out with a scroll, tossing it to Roman. He caught it out of the air, composure dropping for a quick second as he took in the contents. 

“You…” he coughed. “Copied the entire information hub before trashing it.” 

“And planting the virus Neo gave me, which’ll spread to their other networks.”

Blake’s face lifted out of her hands. “You genius,” the Faunus whispered. 

Roman cackled. “Well I’ll be damned!” In an uncharacteristic display, Roman swept up Yang, ignoring Xiao-Long’s squawk of protest and Blake’s muffled chuckles. “Drinks on me tonight! I’ll get Neo to go over this while I take you two out!”

“I dunno,” Yang mumbled into Roman’s hair. “I was thinking of going back and celebrating in a more… personal manner.”

Blake paled. “No, don’t go there-”

“Cause blowing up White Fang always gets me…” Yang activated her Semblance, hair lighting up with streaks of flame. “fired up?” 

Roman looked flatly at Blake. “Wanna tie her up tonight?”

“Oh God, yes.” Blake growled as she kissed Yang. 

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Don’t judge me.

I wrote something for @fadingemeralds because it was her birthday last week. Our OT3 from hell. 

And I actually created a new relationship tag on AO3. Wow. 

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Roadtrip time

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Not saying this new project is absolute trash but can you guess who’s behind the OT3 name Criminal Bees?