This cringe fail butch really said “you have a nice brain” of course nice pajamas hasn’t upped her flirting game at all
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i wanted some angst, maybe yang werewolf getting hurt and being taken care of by blake witch.
Internally: aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Externally: I have just the thing! Let's go! But, be warned, it's about to get bloody.
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Cut to Blake's forest cottage where Yang is laying naked on the bay window bench in the living room. Blood is gushing from her belly from a single, smoking bullet wound. The bright full moonlight pouring through the panes of glass is clashing with the warm glow of the flames roaring in the fireplace.
Yang: (grunting and panting in agony as her body starts to shake)
Blake: (hands covered in blood as she digs into the bullet hole with her bare fingers) Yang! Yang, stay with me! Come on, Puppy, you can handle this!
Yang: (coughs into a grunt and blood bubbles up her throat) I-I got this... I-I g-got t-this... I-I c-can hack...i-it...
Blake: It's too deep! I'm sorry about this (grimaces as she opens the hole wider, her free hand glows purple as she holds it over the wound - slowly pulling the silver bullet out of Yang's gut)
Yang: (partially transforms and howls in pain - fangs and jaw elongate and her eyes glow crimson and pupil-less)
Blake: (winces as Yang's claws dig into her arm) It's okay, Yang! I got you! I'm not leaving, and neither are you!
Silver bullet glints against the dark well of blackened blood, causing the smell of burnt flesh to fill the air as smoke billows around them
Blake: (grabs the bullet and throws it across the room)
Yang: (cuts to silence and slumps against the bench - her transformation melts away, leaving her human once more)
Blake: (panting) Yang? (shakes Yang's shoulder) Yang, wake up. (shakes again) Yang, Love, say something.
Yang: (silence)
Blake: No...(shakes Yang harder) No! NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo! (scrambles to her book shelf, pulls a spell tome from its place, smearing black blood across the pages as she flips through)
Blake: I am NOT losing you! Do you hear me?! (recites the words on the page and a dark aura swirls around her figure) You can't leave me yet!
Shadows engulf the cottage. The next morning, Yang wakes up on the bench. Her body protests in agony as she sits up and sees Blake slumped over her. Her hands are frail, and her hair and cat ears have faded to dark grey in areas.
Yang: Blake? Blake, what did you do?
Blake: (slowly wakes up and looks away shyly, crows feet wink at the edges of her eyes) I gave some of my life to you... but I can't say I expected this to be the result...
Yang: (pulls Blake into a fierce hug) You're an idiot.
Blake: (melts into the embrace) I'm the idiot who loves you...
Yang: (kisses Blake tenderly) And I'm the brash moron who loves you...
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