#knightshade

[howlingday]

Belladina Recovery

Penny: (Humming)

Jaune: Make sure you eat all of your green peppers, Penny.

Penny: I'm a hero, so I don't have to~!

Blake: That's not how the real world works, Penny. Eat your greens.

Blake: We're proud of you for risking your life to save the other children, but don't let such recklessness be common.

Jaune: You had us so worried! Please don't do something so dangerous again!

Penny: Professor Goodwitch said the same thing.

Blake: They said you were demanding food.

Penny: I... I got hungry.

Jaune: I'm so sorry my food wasn't filling enough for you! It's all my fault!

Blake: You have school today, so finish your breakfast and get dressed quickly.

Penny: Okay~!

Blake: (Thinking) Even if she seems fine, what she went through was undoubtedly a traumatic event. We must handle her with extreme patience and care.

Penny: Mama's car is old and shabby~! Miltia's family car is long and shiny~!

Blake: (Driving) Please, be quiet.

Blake: Or maybe she's not traumatized at all... somehow.

Penny: The other day, the police took me and papa for a ride in their car~! It was fast and fun~!

Blake: Is that so...? I'm sorry I wasn't there to drive you home.

Penny: It's okay.

Penny: I know you were there.

Penny: ...Mama?

Blake: Yes, Penny?

Penny: Do the families that pick up their kids love them?

Blake: I would imagine so. Why do you ask...?

Penny: ...

I SHOULD HAVE NEVER COME TO PICK YOU UP...

Penny: Mil and Mel's family are weird...

Blake: Does... Does she resent me for not being there to pick her up?! It must be. Who knows how many days and nights she spent at that orphanage, watching other children go home to their new parents? Her trauma must run deeper than I thought! If I can't help her, then how can I accomplish my mission?

Penny: !!!

Penny: Y'know, Mama, I could really go for some cake~.

Blake: OH YEAH?! WELL, I'LL HAVE SOME READY WHEN I COME PICK YOU UP AFTER SCHOOL! THE BEST CAKE I CAN FIND!

Penny: Yay~!

[wu-gang-writing]

Blake: You need to think of what you have in common with faunus.

Jaune: I don't even have anything in common with myself.

[wu-gang-writing]

Blake: You should think about what you have in common with faunus.

Jaune: Wings, gills, fur and stars... But strangely from what you report... you're all... still us? For all they present with tentacles and bumblebee wings they still party and argue - still pee and mourn; everything that makes life what it is - all the weird worrying and terrible longing to belong.

Jaune: And why some weeks am I sad without reason? And how do I know a brave choice from a stupid one? And that morning - why were you so cold with me? Did I offend you in a dream?

Jaune: And I walked you to work with the thing threshing like a bell between us - and when I met you in the evening - I was sure you were going to tell me you were leaving... When suddenly you took my face in both your hands and kissed me so brilliantly and by surprise you blew my brain out the back of my skull in a way I've simply never been able to fold all back inside.

Jaune: What are we but wanting, willing, dying things? Out of the dirt, a little dance, then back under. Mayfly creatures - twilight fandango, pollen on solar wind, cowering again to pray again that for whoever comes after-? there's laughter.

Blake: *panting*

Jaune: I do not even have anything in common with myself. I should stand in the corner content that I can breathe and not make any noise.

Blake: No. That twist of self defeating sarcasm at the end of the long insight into the condition of being a person doesn't undo the poetry. I still want you.

Jaune: I should go...

Blake: *takes his face in both her hands and kisses him so passionately and ect ect*

[wu-gang-writing]

Blake: Can you help me think of a high paying career where all I do is sort things by color?

Jaune: Have you tried law enforcement?

Blake: Have you always-

Jaune: No.

[howlingday]

Prompt: jaune and Blake are alone and jaune asks if he could touch Blake's ears.

"Excuse me?"

"Your ears." Jaune repeated. "If- If that's okay..."

"Kind of a weird thing to ask, but yeah, sure, okay." Blake lifted her hair, revealing the two flat ovaloid disks beneath. "Just... don't be gross with them, okay?"

"Huh? No, not those ears. Your cat ears."

"My... cat ears?" Blake asked, tilting her head in confusion. "I don't have cat ears. My Faunus trait is my claws, remember?" She lifted her hands to reveal the massive meat-rending claws located atop each finger.

"Wha- Then what's on top of your head?" Blake suddenly became really quiet.

"...If you must know," claws dug deep into Jaune's shoulders, "they're laser cannons. AND NOW THEY'RE GOING TO MELT YOUR FACE." Jaune's vision blurred as he could feel his flesh melting under the intense heat of Blake's laser cannons. He wanted to scream, but his mouth had been reduced to ash, lips, tongue, teeth, and all.

It was at this point that Jaune thrusted himself forward, panting and looking around to ensure he didn't actually die. To his side stirred one Blake Belladonna-Arc, his wife of 3 years. She reached out with her non-clawed hands and instinctively grasped his side. He gave a content sigh took her hand, sliding back into his place beside her. She hummed in delight as a split creased across her lips.

Curiosity took hold of him and he reached out to atop her head. At the slightest touch, they flicked, and when Jaune began to stroke them, Blake leaned into his hand. Taking hold of his wife, Jaune gave a soft smile and rested his head atop hers.

"AUGH!" Blake jolted awake, her palm driving into Jaune's chin with the unbridled force of a huntress. Her husband went spiraling out of bed from the unexpected attack. After catching her breath, she crawled over and looked to her dazed husband with his face to the floor. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jaune! I thought you turned into a dog."

[dantedsblog]

[brunossan]

Short Knightshade: I am fine

Jaune: I am fine.

Blake: No you are not.

Jaune: But i said i am.

Blake: Your eyes say otherwise.

Jaune: I. Am. Fine.

*Blake hugs Jaune. Jaune dont even try to move at first. Then he trembles and hugs her back. Blake sighs, caressing his head*

Blake: See? I told you.

Jaune: Fine, im not fine. Satisfied?

Blake: Not really. You dont need to hide when you are feeling sad or in pain from me, ok? I will not see you as weak.

Jaune: ... You wont?

Blake: I promise.

Jaune: Then... Let me just... Stay here for a while more...

Blake: Any time you need.

*Jaune just stayed in Blake arms, quietly letting the tears run on his face as she caressed his face. Jaune had a very bad day. He saw too much suffering, he and his friends got Hurt. But he was standing firm and strong, as he needed to be.*

*But in Blake arms, he didnt needed to be strong. He could show that he was also hurting. That he also had the right to show that he was not fine.*

*But with her...*

*He was fine.*

Art by: exvnir

[wu-gang-writing]

Ironwood: Inflation is on the rise... Jacques might take my seat... What would you recommend?

Jaune: Give minorities guns.

Blake: Meow. Have you always been that hot?

Jaune: No. This is a new haircut.

Ironwood: ... Actual suggestions?

Jaune: I'm so fucking serious you would not believe it. All of our problems would be solved immediately if we handed weapons out in the poor working class faunus dominated districts.