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Bumbleby Week DAY 6 - Fairy Tales
Hello everyone, here’s to day 6 of @bumblebyweek-blog prompts, fairy tales, perhaps one of the most prominent bits to why we have RWBY itself. Here’s my attempt to make a fairy tale/fablesque tale for the Bees, another short one but my muses liked it so I hope you’ll do to.
Once deep in the woods there laid a small hut with two sisters, Red the youngest a blur of motion as her color warns, and Yellow the eldest a color of joy and determination. It was a simple life for the two sisters, and yet one day something changed. For Yellow, it was when she was out late for a hunt, and the moon did not show itself.
"Halt!!" Cried a voice from the gloom and Yellow stopped. Her periwinkle eyes scanned through the trees. Numerous beasts roamed these woods many with the ability to mimic words. “Fear me for I am Darkness,” the voice cried out again.
“How can I fear you if I can’t see you?” Yellow asked aloud, and for a moment she thought she heard a disappointed sigh in the cold air.
“Behind you,” the annoyed voice of Darkness muttered, and Yellow turned around and saw Darkness. At least what she thought was the Darkness as it was just the vague form of a person barely separate from the encroaching cold of the night. “Fear me, now mortal!” the Darkness again bellowed, but Yellow merely smiled and waved.
“Hello Darkness, would you like to rest by my fireplace for the night, it is awfully cold here,” Yellow offered with a smile and Darkness blinked in surprise. This being stood in front of it and offered it shelter. Silence reigned for a moment as Darkness tried to process this information, while Yellow merely took said silence as acceptance and started marching back home. Darkness followed in silence, and even as Yellow opened the door to her hut nothing was said, the form merely melted into the background. Yellow watched on for as long as she could before she lost sight of Darkness. Yet she could not shake the benign’s presence from her mind and as sleep took her she dreamed of the being called Darkness.
She did not see Darkness for some time after that but definitely felt them near especially as the sun fell from the sky. Every night she would offer the hut with an open door and every night she would sense Darkness leaving. Until one-day Darkness seeped in, except it wasn’t Darkness it was lighter and more reserved. This new entity noticed Yellow’s surprise and spoke.
“I am Gloom and thank you for your hospitality,” Gloom now said, her voice now much softer and perhaps fearful. “Thank you for your home on these cold nights,”
“Always a pleasure Gloom,” Yellow spoke as she showed Gloom the guest room, “please stay as long as you like.” With that Gloom joined Yellow and Red in the hut. At first, she hung back, occasionally helping the two sisters. Yet as time drifted past Gloom became more open and more friendly. Her coldness slowly thawed and at times was comfortable to relax in her gloom. Until one day Yellow awoke to find Gloom had again transformed.
“I am now Shade,” Shade said, her form more open and relaxed as she lounged about the hut after work was done. Red often found Yellow ensnared within Shade’s grasp, regardless of the position they were slumped in. Red enjoyed the distraction Shade gave her sister, while Shade kept silent about the flecks of snow on Red’s cloak. Yet Shade wasn’t content with this she wanted to show Yellow all that she could be so for the first time in a long time Shade showed her true colors.
Yellow awoke from one of her many naps with Shade, yet something felt different again. However, this difference was not a simple change like the previous times. No Yellow felt something solid next to her, something more akin to her and Red and not the vague sense of surrounding she had gotten used to with Shade. So she was ready for anything when she opened her eyes.
Yet nothing could ready her when she turned and saw a girl similar her age, all in violet. Amber eyes gazed into her own as a smile donned this mysterious girl’s face. Well not mysterious as Yellow knew who it was, as no matter what forms she took it was still the same person who had accepted her invitation.
“Hello Yellow,” came the soft greeting of her sleeping companion as she nuzzled into Yellow’s neck.
“Hello Violet,” Yellow responded dragging Violet deeper into a hug, work could wait, this was a moment she didn’t want to stop.
Bumbleby Week DAY 4 - Beacon Days
Day 4 of @bumblebyweek-blog prompts, with some nice moments at Beacon, before they all get involved in a war for the fate of the planet. A bit of a shorter story today but hope you'll enjoy it still😁
Blake never really had any thoughts of what she would be doing in her free time at Beacon. She was here to atone not engage in frivolous activities.
Yet here she was, in one of Beacon's gyms, clad in borrowed workout gear, having been coerced by her partner into joining her for a morning workout.
"Are you feeling okay Blake?" Yang asked, trying to break the quietness around the two started their stretches, only to receive a glare from Blake as an answer. Yang gave a slight chuckle, feeling a bit of trepidation for having managed to push her new partner to join for her regular workout session on the weekend. It had been…weird was probably the best way to describe the two's relationship. Blake was still a shadowy mystery to her. Granted it had only been a few weeks but still even Ruby had figured out what Weiss liked to eat while she was still wondering just what Blake was reading.
In the end the silence remained for the rest of their stretches, Blake still trying to jump start her head for the morning while Yang started questioning her decision to initiate this whole ordeal. The awkward silence continued with their warm-ups as Yang tried to think of something to say that might get a response from her partner. She tried to focus on Blake, to see if there was something her head could figure something out via association.
"Something wrong? " Blake suddenly asked as she flipped up from her sitting position and was now staring at her partner.
"Ah no just-you look good," Yang stuttered as she was surprised by Blake's sudden words and piercing gaze as her brain just went straight to autopilot for her response. Blake quirked an eyebrow up at her partner who clearly was avoiding her gaze, before finally addressing what she was wearing.
When she had pointed out that she didn't have any workout clothes to sweat in(combat could take place anywhere so her usual outfit was fine for such fights but no one was comfortable in wearing their sweat the whole day) Yang had dug through her drawers and thrown a black undershirt and blue athletic shorts. If she was honest it wasn't that bad looking on her, granted she always looked good with black on.
"Thanks, I'll definitely have to get something similar next time I go out,"
"Oh you don't mind--"
"I don't know if I'll be joining you every morning, but it's nice to not have to do this alone," Blake quipped, "so you ready to spot me?"
"Definitely," Yang said, happy at both the fact Blake was willing to do this with her and that she might be able to learn more about her partner
Bumbleby Week DAY 3 - Single Parent
Hello this one's definitely going to be close😅 but just managed to finish it up before day 3 of @bumblebyweek-blog prompts. Also apologies of the format is a bit off, first time posting via phone as holiday travels have finally taken into effect. Enjoy this modern RWBY AU, where Yang coaches Blake's son.
“Alright everyone good job today Sabers on three, one two three!”
“Sabers!!”
“Enjoy your weekend kids,” Yang shouted after the quickly dispersing gaggle of kids made their way to the sidelines of the field.
“We are going to crush the championship!!” Nora cried at her fellow coach as the parents began to hustle their children to the parking lot.
“Let’s focus on getting them ready for the start of the season,” Yang quipped back as she started packing up the remaining equipment.
“Ah come on,” Nora groaned, “Where’s the passion, we’ve got to keep the energy--”
“Honk! Honk!”
Fortunately, Yang was saved as Nora’s ride announced its presence. Especially when Jaune poked his head out to yell at his friend.
"Hurry up Nora, we've got to pick up the others," he shouted.
"Coming!!" Nora shouted back before she turned back to Yang. "Listen if we're going win it all we need to be pumped now with me. We're going to the championship!"
"We're going to the championship," Yang stated, almost jokingly which caused Nora to narrow her eyes.
"We're going to the championship!!" She shouted louder, staring hard at Yang.
"We're going to the championship!" Yang responded a bit louder.
"WE'RE GOING TO THE--"
"HONK!! NORA!!" Jaune's combined voice and car horn broke through Nora's attempted cheer. Yang chuckled as Nora now shot a glare at Jaune. Nora quickly gave Yang a hug before marching over toward her impatient friend.
"Heh, glad that's not my ride," Yang chuckled before going back to packing up the training equipment. Usually by the time she finished locking it all up in the park's equipment shed she was alone in the park. Today however was not to be the usual.
On her way toward the parking lot, she spotted a lone kid sitting on the curb staring at the park's entrance. As she approached she saw it was Grant Belladonna, one of the newest kids to join the club, having apparently just moved into Patch last winter.
"Heya sport what's with nightly watch?" She asked as she stood next to him.
"Oh just waiting for Mom," Grant said as he idly kicked his feet in boredom.
"Ah is she going to be long?" Yang pressed, a bit worried at how late it had already gotten, "anyone else around that can get you?"
"Probably she works in the city and no it's just me and Mom," Grant answered a bit too calmly for Yang's taste. Though she did wince sympathy at the drive Mrs. Belladonna must be making. Even on the best days getting here from Patch proper was a challenge. She almost offered to drive Grant home when she remembered two things. Firstly Grant hand mentioned it was just him and his mother being just the two of them, and secondly, as she cast a glance to her motorcycle, Bumblebee was not the best option for a small child, especially when she still only had a helmet for herself.
"Welp looks like you're stuck with me till she gets here," she said sitting down next to the kid. Grant merely nodded and an awkward air settled between the two. Well awkward for Yang at least, sure she had experience with kids, her own time with Ruby and coaching the little monsters. Something about this however seemed off, Grant seemed way to calm about this.
"Does this happen often?" Yang asked before mentally slamming herself for asking such a question.
"Sometimes, but Mom always comes she's always there for me," Grant replied nonchalantly, unknowingly hitting Yang hard. Such faith in a mother's return was something Yang was not ready for.
"Yeah…" she muttered her mind whirling with a thousand thoughts, "sounds like an awesome mom,"
"Oh she is," Grant responded, this time a smile breaking his usual monotone voice. " She always remains calm no matter what the situation.
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Blake was going to murder every single person involved with making her late. She definitely was not ever going to get wrapped up with assisting Mr. Port, even if she had to remove him. She had plenty of time to compile this list as the traffic around her crawled forward an inch.
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Yang herself was also getting close to swearing as she stood under the park's main pavilion with Grant as the rain poured in sheets. She knew she should have checked the weather, the spring showers were always heavy and often sudden. She had just managed to carry Grant to the safety of the pavilion before their clothes got soaked.
"Well we should be dry here," she started as she watched the water pelt Bumblebee, not too worried. She had made sure that nothing could stop Bumblebee, plus it did need a wash. However, concern turned to Grant, who was now clambering on top of one of the picnic tables staring at the rising waters. "Hey hey you okay Grant?" She asked as she made her way over to him, gently grasping his shoulders.
"Don't like water," Grant muttered, still staring at the pooling water. Yang quickly sat next to him and threw an arm around him
"Well don't you worry Grant," she started, "your Coach Yang will keep you afloat!" She finished drawing out her best smile to give him confidence.
"But Coach Nora said you sink like a rock," came Grant's semi-innocent response.
"Well maybe Coach Nora needs to reflect on not blabbing," Yang gritted through her teeth. "Well good news is that my secondary plan is that the park's drainage will be able all this water,"
"Really?" Grant asked finally turning his head toward Yang.
"Oh absolutely, these fields can take so much water," Yang proclaimed, "see." She pointed at the now stabilized water level. For a time the pair watched the water rise and lower as the rains continued to fall.
However Grant suddenly perked up, his head tilted toward the entrance. Yang was about to ask what it was when she saw a wave of water coming from the road as someone tore through the water-soaked roads. For a minute Yang was worried that Ms. Belladonna (for who else would be driving here this late) would hydroplane but in a masterful move Ms. Belladonna swiftly glided her truck into the closest parking spot. However Yang could still see a problem, the rains where still pounding heavy and it would soak anyone that tried to make that run.
"Hold on Grant," she stated and before Grant could say anything she tucked him underneath her jacket and sprinted.
Blake, extremely worried for her boy, his hydrophobia must be playing havoc with him, was so surprised when suddenly the blonde hair figure of Coach Xiao-Long suddenly came sprinting at her truck. For a minute she was stunned by what she saw before it all suddenly clicked. Quickly she unlocked the passenger door and kicked it open. Yang dove through catching the door with her boots and slamming it shut.
"You good little man?" She asked Grant as she let him scramble up and into his mother's lap.
"Uh-huh," he affirmed before hugging his mother tight.
"Awesome oh right, I'm Yang," Yang said finally taking note of the final person in the car as Blake could only stare in shock. With his face pointing away from the two Grant could only smile as his plan began
Bumbleby Week DAY 2 - Meet the Parents
Day 2 of @bumblebyweek-blog set of prompts and its meeting the parents, always a fun one, though I think mine turned a bit serious/angsty but hey its Bumbleby after V3 they’ve always had a bit of angst over them (at least to me, they really do need this island vacation). Still liked where this went and hope you’ll enjoy it too.
To say that Yang was nervous was an understatement. Which of course was crazy for anyone else to imagine. She was the blinding star of Team RWBY, the heavyweight brawler that personally threw hands at Salem herself. Yet here she was frozen in the team’s tent trying not to overthink what was about to happen.
After coming back from Ever After, where she finally grasped her heart and asked Blake to be with her together. Granted it had come after Blake tearfully tore into her for her sacrificial nature for them all. That had been an ugly conversation, especially when Yang had snapped back asking what was she supposed to do. Neither was able to answer the other and they had stormed off to cool their minds. Of course, neither was ready for the island to react to their emotions and the two soon found themselves slammed back together. It had been painful, emotional, and ultimately needed time that helped them clear whatever was between them. In the end, they both just wanted to be with other during and after the war.
It was a bond that had helped them escape Ever After, and even helped beat back Salem’s agents' attempts to infiltrate Shade. Their nights were easier together and both were finding out more about each other. At this point, Yang knew she could keep going as long as Blake was with her, heck she even managed to get Blake and her dad to enjoy a brunch together, despite both being terrible morning people, a fact the two bonded wonderfully over.
Now though she was on the receiving end of meeting the parents and truth be told her nervousness was quickly turning into genuine fear. Oh sure Blake had done everything to assuage her fears, but deep down Yang knew that maybe just maybe she might drop the ball. She did not want to mess this up, this was Blake’s parents. Parents who she had only recently reconnected with, parents who had willingly let their baby go into fight a war that could end the world. Parents that had almost lost her to one person Blake had given her heart to.
Yang suppressed that thought, it would only make her angry, and that was the last thing she needed to be. This was to be a joyous occasion, if somewhat muted. Salem was slowly gearing up for a full war, and the people of Remnant would need more than a smattering of Hunters to protect them. They needed an army, and only the Kingdom of Menagerie Guards, along with the reborn White Fang, had the numbers to provide a solid foundation for the rest of the world’s buildup for the final fight. So not only was Yang going to meet her girlfriend's parents but also two of the most influential individuals alive in the world.
“Yeah, I’m the one who's supposed to overthink things,” Blake’s voice whispered into Yang’s ear which caused her to jump with a shriek.
“Blake!!” she cried out as Blake chuckled, and Yang felt her indignation disappear. Blake’s laughter was precious and absolutely a delight to hear.
“Sorry Sunshine,” Blake said and grinning as Yang flushed at the nickname before she enveloped Yang in a hug. Yang melted back into Blake with her own hug as her heart enjoyed the calming moment. “You know it will be okay,” Blake continued on, “I wouldn’t have you doing this if I thought it would end badly,”
“I know, I just…want to give them my best,” Yang stated, somewhat embarrassed that she was this obvious.
“And you will, now come, dad managed to figure out how to make a sandfish taste like it's a tuna,” Blake said planting a quick kiss on Yang’s lip, as she dragged Yang out of their tent toward her parents’ temporary shelter. The walk was far shorter than Yang could ever imagine, and though she tried to focus on her hand holding Blake’s, her early worries started to creep back. So much could go wrong and--
“Yang,” suddenly she found herself staring deep into Blake’samber eyes, oh she could look into those gems all day. “If you’re not ready we don’t--”
“No, if I don’t do it now it's gonna just make it worse,” Yang quickly interrupted her girlfriend’s sentence, already steeling herself for the worst. “Besides I do need to see just how well your dad managed with the sandfish, that stuff has been nothing but leather.”
“Alright, Mom! Dad! We’re here!” Blake announced through the tent’s entrance and was quickly answered by a soft come-in, as well as shuffling sounds of people moving. Blake threw Yang a quick smile before dashing in, and Yang followed in. Now Blake had shown pictures and talked about her parents to Yang, so she easily knew just what Kali Belladonna was. The older woman seemed to glide toward her daughter, sweeping Blake up in a hug.
“It’s so good to see you,” Kali crooned as she peppered her daughter’s face with kisses.
“Mom, we saw each this morning,” Blake playfully complained before touching her forehead to her mother’s, before turning her head back toward Yang. “Anyway, Mom here’s Yang, my girlfriend,”
“Hello, Mrs. Belladona, a pleasure to meet you” Yang instantly straightened herself and stiffly extended a hand toward Blake’s mom. The two Belladonnas looked at her for a brief second before Blake had to turn away to stifle a giggle, while Kali gave Yang a wide smile.
“Oh you are just as sweet as Blake mentioned dear,” she started before opening her arms out for a hug. “Please no need for formalities,” she continued, while Yang shot Blake a look, who nodded and then hugged Kali. “Ah it is nice to meet you too, Blake has been giving tidbits of your adventures.
“All yangtastic ones right?... Oh shades,” Yang’s face bloomed red in embarrassment at what she said. The feeling was not helped as Blake’s giggles turned into chuckles and Kali herself let out a laugh as she stepped back.
“And she was right about your humor,” Kali started grin still on her face as Yang tried to hide her face with her hands, “but now let us get seated, I can smell my husband finishing tonight’s dinner,” Kali finished and Yang soon also smelled the wonderful aromas that were wafting from the tent’s rear. No sooner than the three had taken their seats, Blake’s father Ghira Belladonna arrived carrying a massive skillet, still steaming with four sandfish and a bevy of herbs and spices that enthralled Yang’s nose. In a flash after Ghira had set down the skillet then two of the fish had moved from the skillet to the plates of Kali and Blake. The atmosphere soon became a homely one as the Belladonnas plied the two girls about their adventures, with the two partners easily focusing on the better parts of their time together. Yang had no idea how much time had passed and honestly was ready to keep talking till they all dropped asleep when a sudden cough cut through their discussions.
“Make it quick,” Ghira announced sitting straighter as one of the Menagerie Guards swiftly made their way over and whispered something in Ghira’s ear. It obviously wasn't the best of news as his lips went straight before he turned to Blake. “Dear can you go with him and help Ilia, there’s a slight scuffle between some of the recruits and our allies?” he asked and Yang instantly knew just what was about to happen. To be fair she too had left Blake with her dad, via a long bathroom break, but this seemed a bit much to her. A thought Blake seemed to agree with by how her eyes narrowed, but before she could Yang placed her hand over Blake’s.
“It will be fine, besides you know I’m best for ending fights not preventing them,” she quipped flashing her signature smile at her girlfriend. The tension in Blake eased away before she leaned in for another quick kiss and turned to face her parents and the guard.
“Lead the way please,” and with that, the two disappeared out of the tent and into the night.
“Hm perceptive she is,” Kali quipped as she leaned against her husband, who maintained his stoic expression. Yang knew that she needed to say something, proclaim her love and devotion to Blake, promise that she won’t hurt Blake ever. Yet just as she opened her mouth Ghira held up a hand.
“Please Ms. Xiao Long, before you pour out your heart for Blake please allow me to start,” he said as Yang could only nod, “Firstly thank you for defending her against…Adam.” Yang couldn’t blame the man for the hesitancy, even she and Blake were rarely able to say anything when those nightmares struck one of them.
“Sir that was something anyone of us would have done--”
“And yet I missed it,” Ghira interrupted her, “I let myself out of her life, which is why I must thank you again for letting Blake be herself again,”
“Uh wait what do you mean?” Yang asked not exactly sure what he meant by that, sure Blake had the issue she tended to close herself off, but it was still her…right?
“What my husband means is that around our daughter chooses that the person to be is herself,” Kali stated, “not a lieutenant, not a criminal, but her honest self, and it is so good to see her make that choice,”
“My wife is correct,” Ghira pushed “Blake with you has been the most we’ve seen her be true to herself, and we can not thank you enough,” Yang herself was shocked at the news, she honestly assume that Blake mostly just kept to herself before opening up to others. Hearing that Blake had apparently always had her barriers up and that she had helped let her be herself again was definitely a bit much.
“I…I don’t really have words for that,” She started as the two Belladonnas let loose a chuckle, “but other than your daughter has helped me to, given me the strength to live for her and others that are in my life,”
“Well then, let's get going before my daughter again decides the best response is to burn a house down,” Ghira stated as he stood up.
“And that is the best way to live,” Ghira stated his voice a bit melancholic, “too many have died for their loves these days,”
“Agreed,” Yang stated, and for a moment the three let the silence honor those they lost.
“Wait what did she do?” Yang asked now thoroughly confused.
Bumbleby Week DAY 1 - Domestic Bees
Alright let’s get started, day one of @bumblebyweek-blog with domestic bees, doing a bit of a challenge since I’ll be traveling a lot this week but wanted to do something for this 😊 (might end up as blurbs for most of the prompts but hey part of the fun). Anyway hope you’ll enjoy the story.
It was a low hum that greeted Blake when she arrived home. It was a simple place, a nice stilted house on the beach quite some distance away from Kuo Kuana. Yet it was worth it to Blake, especially when she returned from work.
The hum quickly stopped as she closed the front door and her ears picked up the approaching steps of her wife. Soon Yang's smiling face popped out from the kitchen's entrance. Her visage warm to Blake's tired eyes as Yang's aura radiated around her.
"...why is your aura active Honey?" Blake asked as her brain suddenly realized that her wife's aura was active.
"Ahahaha, oh nothing much," Yang chuckled, though Blake could hear the embarrassment in Yang's voice, plus the cute crinkle of her eyes gave Blake enough to doubt that statement.
"Honey please don't--"
"Krikish!!"
A strange cry suddenly interrupted Blake's words. A cry that came from the kitchen.
"Was…was that--"
"Nothing to worry about," Yang pressed on even her head shifted to the side to glare back into the kitchen. "Why don't you get cleaned up and I'll have dinner--"
"Crash!!" And the sound of falling metal, along with a…scuttling. Yang swore and dove back into the kitchen and Blake quickly followed after her.
"Yang what's going…on…" her voice trailed off as her eyes viewed just what was going on in their kitchen. Pots and pans were strewn about and there splayed on top of the counter was a Greater Land Lobster, easily two Zweis long, and holding a mallet threateningly at Yang in its claws. Yang meanwhile glared at the beast as she shuffled around the beast and picked up the fallen kitchenware.
"Alright listen you overgrown shrimp, my wonderful wife is back, and regardless of what you think we will have a nice dinner," Yang stated after cleaning the lobster's latest attempt to avoid its fate.
"Yang,"
"When I'm done with you, there will be enough to shell you to others and they will want to lobster you,"
"Yang," Blake chuckled as Yang turned to face her again with a smile.
"Too much?" She asked Blake, who shook her head as she made her way toward Yang. Slipping behind her oh-so-bright wife Blake wrapped her arms around Yang and pulled her back into her letting the momentum carry her backward as well. The pair’s descent was soon stopped by the counter behind them and for a moment the two enjoyed being close to each other. Still, Blake needed answers. She was used to Yang’s surprises, twenty years of this had given her the ability to process the typical madness that followed Yang and her family, but it was great to listen to her wife explain. Yang’s voice was her favorite sound, especially after a tiring day.
“No, though I’m surprised about the lobster,” Blake finally spoke her eyes now staring at the creature. It had yet to move from its spot, mallet still held threateningly at the pair.
“Ah well, I know work has been getting a bit demanding for you,” Yang started, as she knew Blake still had the tendency to burn herself out, especially when it pertained to building a better future. “So I thought about getting you a nice dinner from the sea, but nothing bit my line for the whole afternoon, and just when I thought I’d have to make a run to the markets for something when this monster decided that my wrap was something it could snip at,”
“The green one that Weiss gifted you?” Blake asked softly and Yang tried not to think too much about how Blake’s words felt so close to her ears.
“Yeah, how did you know?” she managed to ask instead.
“Cause their species are vegetarians,” Blake answered as she kissed the back of Yang’s neck before stepping out from behind her. Yang caught herself on the counter as she watched her wife make her way to the fridge. The lobster moved, tracking Blake as she moved past the animal. Opening the fridge Blake grabbed a rather large leaf from the salad bowl. The lobster’s attention, originally split between the two suddenly snapped all its eyes toward Blake. “There you just wanted something to eat,”
“Yeah my clothes,” Yang barked as she watched amazed as Blake slowly traded the leaf for the mallet.
“Only cause their blind, right you old fossil,” Blake defended the beast as she ran her hand down the back of the animal’s shell, admiring the creature's patterned armor. Being so close she noted the various notches and cracks along the blended browns and reds of its carapace. It was a survivor, something that was probably alive before she was born.
“You’re thinking about keeping this aren’t you?” Yang asked as now she slid behind Blake, in awe at her wife’s ability to calm the lobster. She had spent a better part of the day fighting the beast, trying not to damage it too much before she got it into the pot. It had earned her respect for that adventure.
“Well you did always want a pet for company when one of us was stuck here,” Blake answered as she leaned back into Yang’s chest.
“Yeah, don’t think something that I was trying to make into dinner was ever in my head,” Yang stated still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened.
“Well I might be a bit out of it, but you could also imagine Weiss’s face when she sees them,” Blake muttered, the start of a smirk appearing on her face.
“Oh that would be a great day,” Yang said as the infectious idea spread into her imagination. “Well welcome aboard Tri,” she said, and the now-named Tri swiveled their eyes from the leaf to their new owners. It had been a strange day, but if this was what it could get then it was content with the bright and the shadow.
“So pizza and soaps?” Blake pressed, as her stomach growled.
“Ha, of course, we can’t miss if Scar gets his comeuppance this time,” Yang chuckled, and the two quickly found themselves crammed on the living room couch, snuggled together for the night, with Tri now laying down at the door. Another day finished for the two together.
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