#nonbinary blake belladonna

[the-descolada]

Chapter 8: Full Fathom Five

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The bay has always been home for Yang, and her devotion shapes her world around it.

When Blake surfaces into her life, what was routine becomes unexpected, and what was ordinary becomes extraordinary.

For Blake, home isn't so easy, and when treating your life like a closely guarded secret is what comes naturally, the unexpected is sometimes exactly what you need to hold on to.

She wanted to talk again, to share things locked up tight - Blake had a way of doing that, of making it easy like few people had just by virtue of being there, four patient listening ears trained on her as always even out of sight. The assurance of their presence was something she knew she could rely on, steady and sure and so caring in all the ways that mattered most for her. The raw emotion of it all welled again, simple kindness enough to break her down - but there was peace in that, acceptance of letting things out with light at the end of the tunnel.

Chapter 8 of the Bay Bees fic is up! Happy birthday, Yang. Have some fuckin angst.

[pyrrhicartist]

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[crazywolf828]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: RWBY

Relationship: Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long

Characters: Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long

Additional Tags: Fluff, Ficlet, Gender Non-conforming Yang Xiao Long, Nonbinary Blake Belladonna, Gender Exploration, Binders, Wow they're so in love

Summary:

Yang had bought it on a whim late one night, Blake sleeping soundly beside her. Her partner already had a few binders for the days they felt like wearing them and... Well it piqued Yang's interest.

It hadn't been anything she'd immediately been drawn to, not like the packer at least, but she was curious enough to give it a shot.

[musings-from-mars]

Queering Your F/M Jaune Ships Part 2: Knightshade

Now for one of my personal faves, continuing the theme of Blake liking blonds, with some gender fuckery sprinkled in there as well.

Part 1: War of the Roses

Having his fingernails painted felt weirder than Jaune expected. He could feel the cold polish through his nails on his nail beds. And after they dried, they felt odd, like they were slightly heavier? Well, technically they must have been, but he didn’t think it would be this noticeable.

Watching Blake apply the polish was mesmerizing, simply because of how focused they were. They held his hand with one hand, and carefully applied the color to his nails with the other. He knew they had a steady hand, but watching them in action like this was like watching a precision instrument perform tasks impossible for people. And yet, they finished up with one hand without error. “There, now don’t touch them. They’ll dry pretty quick.”

Jaune held his hand up closer to his face, fingers still splayed out stiffly. He’s chosen a simple white, just to stay on the safe side. “Wow...somehow my hand looks way...girlier now.”

Blake chuckled as they began on his other hand. “Crazy how a small change can alter how your brain perceives things so much, huh?”

“Yeah,” Jaune said. His hands were no smaller or thinner, yet seemed instantly more feminine.

“Do you like it?” Blake asked him.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I like it. You did a good job.”

“Thanks,” Blake said, smiling at him for a moment before returning their gaze to his other hand. They were on his ring finger now. “Maybe we could try something more colorful next time, like my purple?”

“Not sure if purple is my color,” Jaune said with a laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Blake finished his ring finger and moved to his pinkie. “You need something lighter, like...pink?”

Jaune’s first impulse was to laugh, but looked back at his nails and tried picturing them pink rather than white. Somehow, that was easy to imagine. “Actually...I don’t think I’d hate that.”

Blake smiled and released his other hand. “Cool. You can always pick something else, too. I have literally every color you can imagine.”

Jaune held both arms outstretched, admiring his new nails. “This...honestly rules. Why didn’t I try nail polish sooner?”

“Bullshit gender rules,” Blake deadpanned, then leaned forward and pecked his cheek. “You’re cute when you blush.”

Jaune looked at them with wide eyes. “H-Huh?”

Blake snickered and got up off of the bed. “Remember, let them dry. Don’t try testing their dryness too soon, you’ll end up with fingerprints on your fingernails, not the best look.”

“Yes, m’thedy,” Jaune answered with a smirk, earning himself a cringe, then a laugh, then an elbow against his shoulder from Blake.

“You’re such a dork.”

“Didn’t you once tell me you liked dorks?” Jaune asked as he watched them put away their bag of nail polish.

“Yeah. And I’ve regretted giving you that ego boost ever since,” they teased, winking over their shoulder at him. “You’re a pretty dork, though.”

And…yeah, he could tell how obvious his blush must have been now…

[remncntss]

it’s come to my attention that not everyone here follows my twitter so y’all might not know i’m writing a bumbleby and renora florist/tattoo artist modern au ft established frosen steel and married str crossed. yang and ren are best friends who own a flower shop next door to a tattoo parlor and despite being neighbors for a year, the two of them never met who works next door. until now. sneak peek below! will be rated m for language and nsfw content but the snippet is work-safe.

(note: blake belladonna and lie ren are both non-binary in this au, blake using they/them and ren using he/him.)

Ruby’s grin is almost blinding as she turns to Ren who’s in the doorway, smiling gently. He and Yang have been best friends since freshman year when his adoptive family moved to Patch — Pyrrha, Yang, he and Ruby being inseparable the entire time before they adopted Weiss into their little group as seniors — and although he’s an only child it’s no secret the affection he holds for Yang’s younger sister. He adores Ruby, dotes on her whenever he can, even helped her design the tattoos in question that Ruby is hiding from her older sister under the sleeves of her oversized hoodie.

Wiping away the last few tears of her mirth, Yang leans against the worktable and watches the scene fondly. There’s Ren, hair pulled up into a messy bun atop his head, pink-dyed streak he’s kept faithfully since the day she’s met him bright compared to the muted pink of his work apron that’s dotted with dirt from his repotting efforts an hour ago, saying something lowly to Ruby while gazing down at her proffered forearm and tracing a finger around the edge of black ink covered in plastic wrap. Yang can’t make out exactly what he’s touching but isn’t too concerned — Ruby hasn’t been quiet about her tattoos. She’s seen the designs. Lately, she’s counted time not by a clock but the blooms that have slowly and steadily creeped down both of her sister’s arms from shoulder to wrist, covering the skin and coming to life even without color.

Yang pushes off the worktable and hooks her arm around Ruby’s neck from behind, making her sister squawk. She sniffs exaggeratingly. “What are you two getting up to over here? It smells like trouble. My big sister senses are tingling.”

“You’re just smelling yourself, go shower, you stink!” Ruby shoots back and squirms in Yang’s grip when Yang gasps in mock offense before grinding her knuckles into her hair, messing up the dark locks. “Ugh! Yang, you’re the worst!”

“She is,” Ren agrees, the traitor, and Yang blows him a raspberry.

“Et tu, Ren? Just for that you get to open alone tomorrow.”

“My store too,” Ren shoots back, still smiling, before shrugging, “and I was already going to open tomorrow anyways. You have kickboxing with Pyrrha, it’s Thursday.”

Yang opens her mouth to retaliate but then frowns as she realizes he’s right. Still trapped under her arm Ruby giggles, digging her finger into her side until Yang yelps and Ruby’s able to slip away.

“You need a calendar.”

[the-descolada]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The bay has always been home for Yang, and her devotion shapes her world around it.

When Blake surfaces into her life, what was routine becomes unexpected, and what was ordinary becomes extraordinary.

For Blake, home isn't so easy, and when treating your life like a closely guarded secret is what comes naturally, the unexpected is sometimes exactly what you need to hold on to.

These were little changes, for the most part; Yang’s usual laughter was more muted than it generally was, peals and chimes petering out too quickly. She had taken up so much comforting space in the house, the smell of her cooking wafting upstairs almost every night, and the sudden absence of it felt as cold as the burners. She still smiled at them, and went about her day with all the friendliness Blake had grown accustomed to - but there were cracks through her smile and her footsteps through the house, things that years ago would have meant danger. So they noticed, whether they wanted to or not, however achingly complicated it felt for a sense honed to keep themselves safe to lend itself to worry for someone else.

Chapter 7 of the Bay Bees fic is up!

[the-descolada]

show me all of you and I'll do the same

[the-descolada]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The bay has always been home for Yang, and her devotion shapes her world around it.

When Blake surfaces into her life, what was routine becomes unexpected, and what was ordinary becomes extraordinary.

For Blake, home isn't so easy, and when treating your life like a closely guarded secret is what comes naturally, the unexpected is sometimes exactly what you need to hold on to.

When Blake had pressed up against her like that, leaned closer and closer until Yang had felt as though the whole world was narrowing in around her, around them - that was a little beyond this. Not in a bad way, obviously, but it could be a little terrifying at times, to feel how strongly her emotions rose to meet them in a way she rarely remembered ever feeling before this - a sense of irreplaceability for how Blake slotted into her life so perfectly. She knew it wasn’t supposed to be scary, and it wasn’t scary, really, not in the way that fear usually worked, but closeness implied the lack of it existed, and that empty hole of absence sitting at the back of her mind loomed large even as whatever this crush had turned into eclipsed it.

Chapter 6 of the bay bees fic is up!