#but its still so sad like yea its a lovely place for cats generally safety and nature wise but fUck man ):

[madtealeaf]

Bumbleby fanfiction - Lost and Found

A RWBY fanfiction I wrote to get out of my emotional downward spiral. Yes, I am not a native speaker, it WILL sound awkward, it WILL be angsty trash. I wanna put it up anyway, just to tell myself “I did something today.”

It’s mostly about Yang and Blake after Volume 6. They just talk and spend time with each other, something I really want to see in the show itself. It’s lovey-dovey, angsty and all that good stuff. Here we go. *control-v*

Lost and Found

The sleeping quarters were by no means welcoming looking, but Ruby and Weiss definitely welcomed the heating and shelter provided by them. The freezing outside was not in view from the corridor the two young huntresses walked through. No windows, no decorations, just functional colorless space with doors, leading to the bedrooms; well deserving of that name since, besides a small desk, there was nothing but two beds in each room. The safety these facilities promise was a harsh, military one, but safety nevertheless, for now.

Ruby dragged her feet, looking at the tiles slowly go by at a leisurely walk’s pace. “Our place in Argus was much nicer...”, she complained under her breath.

“You can be grateful, we don’t have to sleep in some inn, worrying who might find us there.”, Weiss answered sternly. “General Ironwood was nice enough to take us in, provide us with shelter and anything else we need. And most importantly… not telling my father...” The heiress was interrupted by her partner’s shoulder bumping into her gently.

Ruby sighed, “I know, I know… We have more important things to worry about. Some plants or posters just would kinda brighten this whole place up. Couldn’t hurt, right?” Her voice was soft, as was her her expression towards her partner. Weiss smiled lightly in relief, being remembered that she wasn’t alone in this hostile environment. Team RWBY would not leave her side for a second here in Atlas, the place that caused her so much grief.

“I guess they could have paid more attention to the interior design.”, she conceded, looking at Ruby. She learned which battles to pick with her team leader. Besides, shes was just glad to have her here. “The decision for double rooms though? You have to wonder about the need to cut corners with the kind of funding Atlas provides its military.”, she added in her usual, more imperious tone.

“Blake and Yang don’t seem to mind.” The silver eyed girl raised her head, looking puzzled at the high ceiling. Weiss huffed slightly. “Oh, I wonder why...”

The provided nightwear, like everything in this place was practical and sufficient; a long grayish white dress that reminded its wearer of a hospital. Still, Yang vastly preferred these over the dirty clothes, she was in for so long now. Just like the room they were staying in; white walls, two squeaky beds, a desk and chair… but the highlight was a simple window, granting view on the spectacular sight that was Atlas. Distant lights from the buildings, snow capped mountains behind them and the somberly shining fractured moon above. It would be easy to forget what danger looms over the city.

Not that the blond huntress had a single thought left for that right now. All her focus was on the girl lying in her arms. Even the beautiful moonlight seemed to have but one purpose: to envelop the black haired beauty, augmenting her peaceful allure.

Yang had her arms around Blake, hugging her tenderly from behind. The slightly curly black hair was flowing over the pillow, barely touching the blonde’s face. What should have smelled like cheap, bland shampoo, provided by the Atlesian military, had the most enticing yet calming scent… It didn’t make sense, none of her feelings right now were quite identifiable for her. She wanted to get a grasp on these elusive emotions but didn’t want to stop for a second to rationalize them. All that existed in that moment was the goldenly locked girl and the mesmerizing faunus she was spooning.

“I can’t believe you punched that jerk literally out of the bar.”, Blake giggled softly.

“It’s not like I haven’t given him fair warning.” Yang only saw her partner’s face partially from the side but was happy to make out a smile over the stories she told. Things were so busy and… difficult, they hadn’t have much time to catch up and just talk about all the little things that happened. Now they were just cooped up in bed, telling each other all the stories they wanted to share with each other for so long.

“I’m just glad he was dumb enough to lead me directly to my mom...”, she added before shaking off the memories of Raven for now.

“At least something good came out of that.” Blake took hold of her left hand caringly. She couldn’t help but stop and think how nice it felt to be caressed by the person she missed so much for so long.

Yang’s right hand was firmly planted under the girl in her arms for a while now. One advantage, as small as it may have been, was that the robotic arm couldn’t fall asleep.

She pressed herself against Blake from behind, hugging her tightly. She forgot how much she needed this comfort, that holding a loved one offers.

Hugging her so exuberantly, Yang rolled a little over Blake, and now almost being on top of her, she enjoyed this heartily show of affection as she pretty much squished the object of said affection. Both were laughing freely, cuddling like this in bed.

“Stop it! You’re crushing me!”, Blake barely manages to get out between laughing and gasping for air.

Yang rolled back on her side of the bed, the second one obviously unused, and went back into the light hug from behind. Her free left hand slowly started roaming up to her partner’s shoulder, softly stroking it. As her touch became softer and the caress more intimate, the two turned silent. Yang heard Blake’s every breath and could feel how each of her strokes affected the girl in her arms. Tracing her neck under her hair with just the fingertips intensified her breathing, while stroking her head with the palm calmed it.

Yang couldn’t see her partner’s face but at that moment felt like their bond almost materialized. She wanted to explore how every slight adjustment of her touch would affect her lover. Her fingertips made their way through the black hair, ever so gently pulling on them, kept going up till they reached her cute black cat ears. Unfamiliar with how sensitive they might or might not be, but too curious to stop there, Yang lightly put them between her thumb and her index finger, tentatively rubbing one. They were warmer than she expected with soft short hair in the back.

“Does this feel nice?”, she asked the faunus girl, breaking the silence with the faintest, most sensual voice. A deeply relaxed half-giggle, half-sigh answered “Mhm… Yea, it does...” Invigorated by that reaction, Yang kept going.

“I… can’t remember ever being so at peace from just a touch.”

Yang, very satisfied and growing more confident with her caress, smiled. “You never were with me before after all.”

Again, both let out soft chuckles.

“Adam certainly never w...” Blake didn’t finish that sentence. All movement stopped as quick as a crack formed in breaking glass. Yang pulled her hand away from the soft cat ear involuntarily, yet immediately. From her position she could only just make out the widened eyes of Blake, who seemed to have stopped breathing entirely. That name cut deep. But what cut even deeper at this moment was seeing the one she loved in such horror. An inconceivable amount of thoughts shot through Yang’s head and she was unable to grasp, let alone articulate, any of them. All she could muster was a faint “Blake… It… it’s ok...”

But it seemed the damage was done. Her partner lifted herself up suddenly, both feet thumped on the ground and with a shaky “I’m sorry...” she stood up and headed for the door.

Yang lifted herself up by her robotic arm, her mind racing, lips shaking, desperately trying to find the words to keep Blake here with her; to stop her.

“Blake...”, she whispered, it was almost just a breath. Not even the faunus girl could hear it. She reached the middle of the room, and kept walking. Her silhouette darkened as she got farther away from the window. Yang’s thoughts raced so fast they felt like they batted her from all directions. Seeing her love leave, there was only one that screamed louder than all the others. Yang leaned forward raising her hand towards Blake and just yelled out that one thought that overtook her:

“Blake, don’t leave!”

The cat girl stopped walking immediately. Her head hung low.

That little gesture, her standing still, was all Yang needed. She jumped out of bed, ran the short distance and almost tackled her partner, clasping her from behind in loving, yet tight embrace. She simply couldn’t let her go again.

Yang, still firmly clinging to Blake, pushed her face into the back of her head, letting herself slowly down to her knees while dragging her partner with her to the floor. A little moment they stayed like that, as she felt the erratic breathing of the one in her arms through her chest.

“I-I’m sorry...”, Blake stammered, obviously crying. “I’m so, so sorry...”

Yang loosened her grip on her and put one hand on her shoulder, gently trying to turn her around. Her partner hesitantly complied, and while still looking down, her body now faced the blonde. Both sat there in the middle of the room, on their knees. Yang took Blake’s crying face in her hands, with her left thumb wiped away a few tears and rested her forehead on that of her partner.

“You hurt me a lot when you left me…”, she said. Blake’s body twitched in reaction to that.

“But I’m not mad anymore. I don’t hold a grudge. You don’t have to apologize anymore, Blake.”

Her girlfriend raised her head, looking not sad but scared. Big crying eyes met Yang’s now calm ones. The blonde continued: “I love you. And that really is all that matters now. Please, trust me… Trust me when I say that I don’t resent you. Trust me when I say I believe in you.”

Blake’s brows slowly rose as she was hearing these words and as soon as the sentence was finished, she embraced Yang again, hugging her tightly and pushing her face into her neck.

“I love you too, Yang.”, she answered clearly through her tears that dampened the golden locks. “I… I just still feel like there’s so much I have to work out.”

“And you will.”, Yang assured her. “We have time to work it all out together now.”

“I shouldn’t have mentioned his name… I don’t know why I did! I just… He’s still in my head. Even now…”, Blake continued, spilling these words out like a dam broke, releasing pent up emotions.

“I don’t expect you to be over it, Blake. I don’t demand anything from you. I just want you to know that I am here for you, always.”, Yang encouraged her.

The two paused for a bit, sharing the hug, giving each other strength.

Blake proceeded: “I… I felt relieved, you know? When we… when we killed him… And now...”, she sopped for a moment before managing to continue. “I feel guilty because I was so relieved watching him die...” She choked up again, grasping her girlfriend tighter.

Yang tried to find the right words. “I can’t tell you what to feel about Adam… Or his death. I can’t tell you what’s right or wrong.” She took Blake’s head gently and pushed her just away far enough so they could look into each other’s eyes again. “But my love is not dependent on anything concerning him. We can’t let him control us anymore.”

They sat there for a while longer before going back to bed.

They were not okay. They weren’t over it. But falling asleep together that night, they both knew, they would eventually get there. For the first time, in a long time, they could truly heal.

They finally could stop searching, stop running, because they found each other.

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