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noneatnonedotcom · 3 years

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the art is by @exp1016 and it was so good that i decided to write a story for it. this was edited by @thatorigamiguy

Business and Pleasure

Jaune was somewhat disillusioned with being an adult. Not that he hated his life or anything, It was more that he had come to understand that ninety percent of life was bullshit to fill the time; the other ten percent was screaming in terror as you tried to stop the cock up cascade that had just started before it hit critical mass and destroyed a town.

Married life was not too dissimilar though the most significant change was that Jaune knew that Yang was there for him despite everything. It meant that there was a level of happiness that Jaune could never truly dip below. It also meant the high points of his life were significantly higher.

This is why it wasn’t too hard to focus on the paperwork in front of him. He and Yang both made money through the protection of the town as their resident Huntsmen, with their payment typically coming in the form of food and board with a little pay when the town had sold their harvest.

Jaune had since added in a few techniques for homesteading his dad had taught him as a boy, and as it turns out, he would have made a damn good farmer if his heart wasn’t set on being a Huntsman. Since most of the techniques to improve the harvest were by their nature passive, it means the town had a lot more time on its hands and a lot more food and money to go around. This, of course, was not without its drawbacks.

More food and money, meant more commerce to their town. More Commerce meant more people flocking to their town, settling down, and either becoming farmers or starting their own trade. More hard working people meant more output, and with more output came an economic growth. So then, what exactly was the drawback of having more people, more workers, and more commerce?

Well for starters, idle hands are the Devil's favorite playthings. With the townsfolk having to work less hours, that meant it was time for them to cut loose and have fun. And “fun,” often meant either having one to many down at the local tavern and acting like a drunk idiot, starting fights with people and causing property damage; or it meant that the local youth liked to go around causing trouble for others through either mild, but annoying pranks, or through going around and breaking things and acting like complete hooligans.

With less time spent on working hard to distract them, now they spent that time hardly working and acting like complete menaces around the town.

Then, there was of course, less pleasant folk that started coming around as if late. These were the undesirables, miscreants, thugs, and other would be thieves that came wandering into town thinking they could make an easy profit by robbing the people of their hard earned coin. Why bother to put in the work, when you can just take it off those who've already done it for you? So, the town had decided that they were in need of a Sheriff, and Jaune had all but been given the title through an all around unanimous agreement from the townsfolk.

Now, to say that Jaune was less than pleased with this sudden responsibility would be an understatement, but not for reasons you might think. Jaune was more than happy to take the role of Sheriff for the town, they needed one after all and Jaune found that he fit into the position quite well. No, what had really annoyed Jaune was that the townsfolk had also decided he was the best fit for the towns Headman position as well, something that was quite unexpected and one that Jaune found to be a pain in his side more than anything.

In other words, Jaune was basically handed two of the most powerful positions of a rapidly growing and expanding township, with all of the unfortunate responsibilities of both words to go along with it.

The only upside of Jaune's sudden shift to a leadership position was that he and Yang were moved into the Headsman house, which was more of a manor than a simple house compared to the rest of the townsfolk’s lodging. Jaune and Yang would later learn that the community had been started by the servants of a long-dead noble household that used to tend to the manor, and their descendants have been living within the town ever since.

So Jaune found himself spending less time in the field, and more of his time spent in the office filing paperwork and guiding his deputies around to do most of the legwork for him. Was it the most exciting thing in the world? No, but Jaune found that he enjoyed the work and was quite content knowing that he was providing for Yang and setting up a strong foundation for their family when they got around to making one.

Jaune's thoughts were interrupted when his secretary came walking into his office, and she instantly caught his eye. She was a knockout with long blonde hair, a shirt clearly too tight for her that he could only assume was combat certified with the force those poor buttons were under. A pencil skirt clung to her hips, and as she looked at him through her glasses, Jaune knew that today he was going to have quite a bit of fun at work. “Mr. Arc, I believe that is all for today,” she began, “maybe it’s time you took a break?”

Though her tone was light, she spoke with an air of confidence as she slowly approached his desk. The approach was slow, her hips swaying from side to side in a mesmerizing manner, while she had a light, almost mischievous smile on her face as she kept eye contact with him. She wasn’t merely approaching him, no, she was stalking towards him like a big cat eyeing up her prey, all feline grace and confidence. She knew what she was doing to him, and she was reveling in it. Jaune stood, smirking at the challenge, and walking around his desk. A lot of seduction was posturing, non-verbal communication and like most forms of communication, the more you did it with someone, the better you were at it. He and his secretary were no strangers to this dance, but he still loved every second of it. Just as much as he loved his wife. “Then do you have a suggestion as to what I could do instead,” he asked, letting his voice go lower. Something you would feel more than hear and she, for her part, tilted her head down and looked up at him with her eyes. Making her seem so small, so vulnerable, but the apparent lust in her eyes only served to enhance the image. “Well, I’ve got a few things in mind,” she said with a smile, her hands trailing absentmindedly across her body, making his eyes follow her curves, “there are three things, in particular, I’m going to have you do.” “Miss Xiao-long, what would my wife say if she heard you,” he gasped out in false shock. She only smirked at his question, before her hand came up to his chest, pushing him back lightly till he was leaning against the desk. She kept her hand on his chest, caressing his pecs in a soothing manner while she reveled in the feeling of hard, corded muscle hiding beneath his work shirt. “Mrs. Arc will never know sir, I promise,” she stated in a reassuring manner, before she leaned in and placed a slow sensual kiss on his lips. He felt the hand on his chest unbuttoning his shirt in a well practiced manner, exposing his bare skin for the world to see. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his toned body and defined muscles, before she started to lay down a trail of kisses starting from his chest and ending with her on her knees by the time she had made it to his abs.

“So why don’t you let me help you relieve all that pent up energy,” she said from her kneeling position, lilac eyes fogged over with lust as she began to slowly unbutton and unzip his pants, “it seems so wrong to keep something like you caged up.” “Something like me,” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “An apex predator, an animal,” she said with a lusty smile, before gasping in awe at the size of the now freed cock she held in her hands. Her mind was clouded over with lust as took in the sight of the member she held in her hand, her mind unable to formulate a proper response. “I look forward to being devoured,” she all but whispered out, unable to take her eyes off his member.

Jaune only smirked in response, before he wrapped her silk-like blonde hair around his hand, and forced her mouth down his shaft, groaning in pleasure as she took it all in.

By the ancestors, he loved his job.

Hours later, Jaune and Yang found themselves laying on the office floor, bodies covered in a sheen of sweat as they held their naked bodies in one another’s arms. Usually, the furniture tended to be obliterated in the process of their fun(and at one point, the whole office when they both activated their semblances), but this time was more about the seduction and worshiping each other than it was about the act. That wasn’t to say that they didn’t enjoy getting rough with one another still, but as they got older, they had started to develop more refined tastes into their lovemaking. That, and it was less money spent having to replace everything that was broken in their fun, and less embarrassing having to explain to the repairmen how everything had been broken in the first place. Jaune couldn’t stop the smile spreading on his face as he looked down upon the sleeping form of his wife, before he leaned down and planted a quick peck on the top of her forehead. He was slowly drifting asleep himself, until eyes shot open as he felt a small hand trail down his body towards his member once more. He slowly felt his eyes drifting back towards his wife, only to be greeted with her smirking visage as her hand was wrapped firmly around his member, slowly getting ready for another round. “I heard you were with that Xiao-long slut you call your secretary again.” Jaune tried to fake a denial, but Yang only chuckled in response, “I don’t mind, you’re a strong man, more than enough for the two of us. But I do need to remind that whore just who belongs to who.” Yang slowly arched a leg over him, letting him feel her smooth skin as she carefully positioned herself on top of his now hardened member, “So why don’t we teach that slut just who’s the Wife…”Jaune let out a pleasurable moan as she lowered herself onto his shaft, gritting her teeth as she took him in, inch by inch, before she fully sheathed herself against the base of his groin. She let out a sigh of pleasure, before leaning over to give him a faceful of her large, warm, breast, a sensual smile on her face as her lilac eyes once again fogged over with lust. “...And who’s the Mistress.” As Yang readied herself to keep going, she found her concentration ruined when Jaune, breaking character for a moment, lowered her down so that he could plant a loving kiss on her lip.

“I love you so much, you know that,” he said with a happy smile on his face. This caused Yang to break her own character, as she began blushing harder than a schoolgirl lusting over her crush, before she covered her face in embarrassment.

“JAUNE,” She screamed, “YOU JUST CAN’T DO THAT WITHOUT WARNING!” Jaune only laughed in response to his wife’s overreaction, before he thrusted up into her with a determined look on his face. Yang, clearly caught off guard, screamed his name in surprise, pleasure, and still a fair bit of embarrassment from the earlier unscripted affection. The older you got, the less magical the world became, and it started to become clear that not everything is as good as it can be. It becomes clear that life is full of ups and downs, and a never ending cycle of trying to balance responsibilities to keep yourself from crashing and burning too soon. but it was small moments like these that could only make Jaune think one thing:

‘I love being an adult…”

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maskveil-blog · 7 years

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sunscathing · 3 years

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lifts her up briefly to spin her around at the airship terminal, burying their face into familiar sunshine tresses as their hold around her tightened.

come back safe , is what they’ve always sworn to each other before these big missions ripping one half away from the other. it’s always been difficult to part despite the many hours ( even days ) spent basking in shared lights beforehand , &. perhaps that’s what makes it so hard to leave in the first place. yang always wonders if ren worries too much , as if they don’t trust their phoenix to come out unscathed , or that she’ll be too risky in combat state in last ditch efforts to complete her task at hand. wouldn’t be the first time sunny dragon came home with a bruise or two ( or three , four even ) , but nothing threatening to extinguish her golden light. i can’t die , i have a handsome smile waiting for me. yang’s kept her promise more than ever this time : finishing a grimm hunt in the mountains of solitas with naught but small scratch ‘pon golden cheek as a trophy for her heroic efforts. now if only this airship ride went as fast as the assignment went. yang kicks her feet where she sits , shoulder pressed to the window , scathing eyes peering out at scenery below whilst prosthetic fiddles &. with the bandaid adorning visage. she’s anxious , rightfully so. she wants to be home , wants to see ren in all of their breath taking glory that only comes with most grand of storms &. sweet spring rain once more after being taken so far away. ah . . . how lovesick. how unapologetically in love she is. &. to think a time where both thought such feelings were but a fairytale existed somewhere in the not so distant past. xiao long feels her heart hammering away in chest when they enter mistral. each second met with only a giddy , giddy grin &. child - like fluttering of lashes the more she thinks about finally being able to hold them again , play with their hair , breathe in their sce — ‘ now landing at argus terminal , please stay seated. ‘ yang’s one of the first people off , truthfully. after . . . rushing to the front of course. she’s got places to be , someone to see , could you blame her ? plus paying that damned fee to free her bike from that dark vehicle hanger. phoenix rushes through the building , out the doors , nearing the steps where something so perfectly unexpected meets her &. suddenly , despite being so far from kuroyuri , she is home. indigo hue ignite , yang chirps beloved’s name &. brings forth warmth to a sunflower in desperate need of her light , smoothing back ebon tresses so she may pepper kiss after adoring kiss to ren’s face. ❝ you’re a sight for sore eyes. ❞ she coos , a sweetness rivaling molten honey is dripping from the tip of her tongue rather than ire - brought embers. what a sight they must be ! embracing each other like two lovestruck kids , displaying their undying adorations as though they’re bragging about their love to the whole kingdom of mistral. they definitely are. yang sighs &. finds herself nuzzling smiling lips into the crook of ren’s neck. ❝ i missed you so much. ❞ i’m home , i’m home.

#answered.#WOE ! KNIFE BE UPON THEE #becomestorm

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texanredrose · 4 years

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Last One - Chapter One

Author’s Note: I’ve warned y’all. Don’t worry, though, if you choose to read, it’s not that scary really.

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Yang drew in a deep breath, trying to acclimate herself to the cooler temperatures of late autumn in Atlas. Having only moved to the kingdom a few months prior, she found the adaptation curve a bit… steep. Despite the similarities from sharing a global culture, there were some nuances to Atlas as a kingdom that she hadn’t really gotten used to quite yet, and the climate was just one of them.

She was acclimating, though, bit by bit. Yang had secured a job, settled in with her girlfriend alright, and even made a few new friends. Kept in touch with her old ones, of course- Blake and Weiss touched base every week, Ruby every other day, Coco and Velvet when they could, Ren and Nora- but had a lot of things going for her now. Things… were looking up.

As her train pulled into the station, Yang shifted the bag on her shoulder and waited for the door to open. Normally, she’d want to ride her motorcycle to work, but that chill in the air cut straight through even her thickest jacket; definitely something she’d have to leave for the warmer months. It bummed her out but it was worth it, in the end.

Yang stepped onto the train as her scroll began to ring, fishing it out of her bag while standing off to one side and grabbing one of the overhead handholds. A smile curled her lips as she read the contact name, flicking open her scroll to see her girlfriend’s visage. “Hey, Snowdrift.”

“Good morning, Sundrop.” Winter smiled wide, light in her eyes as the line connected. “On your way to work?”

“I am.” She turned the screen, showing the station as a few more commuters stepped on before the doors closed. “How’s your day going so far?”

“Tediously. I’m not a fan of paperwork.” Her expression scrunched up, in that way Yang took to mean ‘I say I don’t like it but I kinda do, but I don’t want to admit that because it’s lame’ and that made her smother a chuckle every time she saw it. “Unfortunately, I’ve got a few meetings today and by the sounds of it, the majority will run long, so I’m going to be late coming home.”

“That’s alright. It sounds like it’ll be a late night for me, too.” She shrugged. “Sounds like one of the other tutors called in sick and I have to cover down. Don’t really know how long it’s gonna take; Mr. Ozpin explained it to me like the kids don’t go to school at all, so I’ve got a lot of subjects to cover.”

A frown touched her girlfriend’s lips. “Are you sure this is what you want to do? I know teaching is your dream, Sundrop, but this doesn’t seem to be exactly what you had in mind.”

“It’s not long term, and they know that.” Again, she couldn’t help but shrug, brushing off the woman’s concern. “I’d rather have something to do while I wait for Atlas to approve my teaching license and this homeschooling thing is the only agency that recognizes Vale’s certification.”

“Which, honestly, is ridiculous.” Winter’s expression shifted into what Yang would call a pout, though she would only do so teasingly. “It’s a standardized test across the five kingdoms; why Atlas insists on a separate validation is beyond me.”

At that, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Do you want the honest answer or the nice answer?”

“Just because we both know why doesn’t mean I can’t express my vexation with it.” Her annoyance slid away, blue eyes glancing off to the side before rolling. “Ah, it appears I am needed. Let me know if you need anything; depending on who gets home first, picking up dinner or delivery might be the best option.”

Yang raised a brow. “Already tired of my cooking?”

“Oh, don’t you start.” Despite the light reprimand, Winter smiled softly. “I adore your cooking but I also adore cuddling, and neither of us will rest if there are dishes that need washing.”

“Hmmm, keep sweet-talking me and I won’t be able to focus on lessons.”

“Well, we can’t have that, now.” Glancing around, the woman raised her other hand to her mouth and blew a kiss. “I love you, Sundrop.”

“Love you, too, Snowdrift.” She waved. “I’ll call you if I get a break.”

As she collapsed her scroll back down, Yang’s gaze caught on her reflection in the train’s window. Granted, she probably didn’t look as ‘professional’ as most private tutors would; a nice set of black slacks, a white button up, a purple tie that complemented her eyes rather nicely, and some good leather shoes got her close but she’d never been able to tame her hair, the blonde strands curling and sticking out every which way. It didn’t look like she hadn’t brushed it, just that her style tended towards ‘wild’ which… while not entirely inaccurate, wasn’t the whole truth, either. Add to that her slightly crooked nose from a boxing match in her youth and a stature that better suited the common perception of a bodybuilder than a teacher- basically, she didn’t blame people for being skeptical when she introduced herself as having her teacher’s license in Vale and a master’s from Beacon University to boot.

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to tame it just a bit as the train rattled down the tracks, passing through one of the few tunnels on this route. Before she could head to the house, she had to stop by the office and get the full details from Mr. Ozpin regarding the job itself. He hadn’t explained much over the phone, seeing as this came across as an emergency of some sort, but she imagined there’d be more information when she reached the home office. Since Yang only had one regular client, her work thus far had centered mostly on group sessions at a private school on the north side of the city, where the upper crust lived.

Yang cleared her throat and straightened out her tie, trying to keep her nerves from getting the better of her. Among some of the differences in Atlas she’d encountered, the differences between upper class and middle class were… stark. Generally, people stuck to their ‘side of the fence’, which she didn’t really get, considering Vale’s far more lax social structure.

Every time she started thinking about how she would never ‘fit in’ or ‘pass’ among Atlas’ social elite, she remembered that her girlfriend was not only born in that environment, she was raised to be near the top of the social ladder and walked away from it of her own volition. It made her feel so lucky, because beneath some of her rougher edges and her cool demeanor, Winter was passionate and warm and beautiful and she couldn’t imagine where she’d be without their paths crossing.

Aside from, well, warmer, but that was a minor thing.

Once she got to her stop, Yang hopped off the train and made her way to the office building. The agency she worked for owned only a small section of the building multiplex, containing only a few full time positions and three conference rooms for meetings. It paid well enough, even if it wasn’t what she wanted to be doing. She considered it a stepping stone to the life she wanted to build in Atlas.

Opening the glass door with the agency’s name on it- Maiden Education, a silly pun she could appreciate- Yang went to the doorway leading into Mr. Ozpin’s office and politely knocked on the doorjamb.

“Hmmm?” Mr. Ozpin turned, green eyes lighting up upon seeing her. “Ah, Miss Xiao Long, come in. Thank you for understanding; this is… a unique situation.”

“It’s no problem; I’m happy to help,” she replied, stepping into the small office and sitting down. Mr. Ozpin’s desk was a haphazard collection of papers, just barely shuffled into piles, and his shaggy silvered hair bespoke of a charmingly frazzled appearance. It was one of the reasons she opted to take the job; she rather liked having someone who understood that life happened and appearances weren’t everything. “So, what’s the skinny?”

“This is one of our more… unique clients, to put it simply.” He shuffled a few papers before pulling out a folder from one of the stacks and opening it up. “They recently moved to Atlas and, up until now, Ms. Goodwitch had been handling their case.”

That surprised Yang more than the call asking her to cover down. “Wait, Glynda? She’s sick? I thought nothing short of a natural disaster could stop her from coming into work.”

Glynda Goodwitch had overseen her short probationary period with the agency. Strict, terse, and exacting, the woman exuded the confidence of an experienced and unflappable teacher who’d seen it all and done it all. She honestly couldn’t imagine how sick she had to be to stay home.

“Frankly, I’m assuming she’s sick; I haven’t been able to get her on the phone and she usually stops by the office before heading out to this particular house.” He sighed. “This isn’t like her, but she’s confided in me within the past two weeks, and I have reason to believe her absence is health related.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” Worry pinched her brow. “I hope she’s alright.”

“I do, too.” Mr. Ozpin shook his head, then glanced down at the file. “At any rate, the house is on the north side of town- quite remote. I’m afraid your scroll will have spotty reception at best.”

She cringed. “Damn, I guess I should’ve rode to work this morning. I took the train.”

“Not to worry; you can use my car for today. I likely won’t be leaving, considering how much paperwork I’ve yet to do.” He gestured at one of the stacks and she had to assume that was his ‘to-do’ pile. “Once you arrive, you’ll meet with your students: Roman, Cinder, Mercury, and Emerald.”

“Okay. I can work with four kids. What are their ages?”

“Ah, no, they’re all adults- orphans who banded together and formed something of a family. They’ve come to Atlas to start a new life and need assistance studying for the equivalency exams.”

That set her at ease a bit; while her specialty leaned more heavily into sciences, Yang had just completed her own equivalency exam so she could submit for her license, so she more than understood all the red tape involved. “I can see why you called me.”

“Honestly, I debated on giving you these clients initially, but I thought it might be a bit too much for you to start with.” Mr. Ozpin gave her an apologetic look. “Ms. Goodwitch is one of my longest-standing employees and an excellent educator; she’d dealt with similar clients in the past, I’m sure you understand.”

“Oh, I don’t take any offense.” She chuckled, waving off his explanation. “She’s definitely one of the best colleagues I’ve ever worked with.”

Mr. Ozpin smiled and nodded, folding up the file and holding it out to her. “Here, take this just in case. Ms. Goodwitch has their lesson plans outlined here; you’ll spend two hours with all four of them, then thirty minutes with each. After you’ve completed their tutoring, come back here and I’ll drive you home.”

Yang accepted the file with a smile. “Sounds pretty straightforward. I won’t let you down, Mr. Ozpin.”

“I’m sure you won’t.”

With the file and Mr. Ozpin’s keys in hand, Yang headed for the door. While she hoped Ms. Goodwitch’s health improved, she saw this as an opportunity to prove herself in a sense. If she could continue tutoring the family until Ms. Goodwitch returned, it would surely look good on her resume when her license finally came through. As she jumped into Mr. Ozpin’s car, she sent a quick text apprising Winter of the situation, just so the woman wouldn’t worry. Then, she plugged in the address and studied the map just in case her scroll lost signal before she got there. Within a few minutes, she had a pretty solid grasp on where she was going, pulling out of Mr. Ozpin’s spot and heading towards the north side of the city.

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About half an hour later, Yang pulled up in front of a rather spacious mansion- not entirely uncommon for the northern side of Atlas- and let out a low whistle as she put the car into park. It reminded her of her girlfriend’s childhood home, which she’d only visited a handful of times. Winter and Weiss both complained about how all the space made them feel crushingly alone and both sought to escape it, though she imagined the sisters had a very different life experience than her four prospective students. For four people who didn’t have any family aside from each other, having such a large place to call their home might give them a sense of security or peace.

The woman got out of the car with her bag and the file securely within, taking a deep breath to settle her nerves before starting towards the door.

However, her step faltered as she took another look at the house and noticed something… odd. From the ground level, it looked like some of the second floor windows were broken while others were boarded up or obscured in some manner. The first floor looked better but every curtain was drawn shut which seemed… strange. Then again, she was the sort of person who loved letting natural sunlight illuminate a room. Still, it seemed strange that such a large house sat in a state of relative disrepair with four people living inside. Maybe they were trying to renovate it?

No matter what justification she offered within the privacy of her own mind, Yang had to put all that aside and present herself the same way Ms. Goodwitch would. From the trials and internships she’d taken as part of her teaching degree, she understood that anyone familiar with a teacher suddenly subjected to someone different had an ingrained reaction to distrust the newcomer; as long as she didn’t make waves, she’d be able to continue with the lesson plans Ms. Goodwitch had set forth without trouble.

After she marshaled her thoughts, though, she then took a few more steps forward and saw the front door slightly ajar.

Alarm bells began to ring, putting her on high alert. A reasonable explanation pushed to the forefront of her mind- they were expecting Ms. Goodwitch, so they might leave the door open for her and just hadn’t closed it when she was running late- but that didn’t ease the sudden anxiety curling in the pit of her stomach. This just all seemed so... strange.

“Hello?” she called out while slowly advancing to the door, peering inside. From what she could tell, nothing looked too out of place- no sign of a struggle within the expansive foyer- but that didn’t exactly mean much, considering the size of the house. Between the remote location and lack of scroll service, she felt reasonably confident that there hadn’t been some sort of burglary; aside from the car Mr. Ozpin lent her, there wasn’t another around for miles. “I’m from the Maiden Education Agency. Ms. Goodwitch wasn’t able to make it today, so…”

When no answer came, she carefully pushed the front door open a bit further and stepped into the mansion.

The interior looked like it was in the process of being updated, with a fresh coat of paint in a few places and crumbling wallpaper elsewhere. A few boxes sat by the staircase leading up to the second floor, next to some cans of paint and rollers leaning up against the banister. A coat rack on one side of the foyer had a white coat and black bowler hung on two of the pegs, plus a pink umbrella on the third peg, which seemed to indicate someone was home.

“Hello?” She took a few more cautious steps into the foyer, trying to check around the corners. Every now and again, Winter would show her videos of the training exercises she conducted with the Atlesian military, and she tried to apply those principles now. Listening intently, she crept to the doorway leading towards what she assumed to be the living room, peeking into the room carefully.

What she saw confused her. On the one hand, it looked like a living room or den in the middle of being remodeled, but the way things were strewn about didn’t seem like they had a purpose or plan. It looked like a mess.

Before she could enter the room, she caught the sound of a stifled cry coming from behind her, prompting her to look back around and into the room on the other side of the foyer. Judging by the size, it probably served a similar purpose- a living room or den or something- but it hadn’t been remodeled yet, just new furniture set inside a room with crumbling wallpaper and discolored carpet. Two couches, a loveseat, a few arm chairs, and a coffee table sat in the middle of the room, away from the walls, as if in preparation for the walls to be repainted.

“Is anyone there?” She tried again, moving towards the other room. “I’m Ms. Xiao Long, from the Maiden Education Agency. I’m subbing for Ms. Goodwitch.”

Again, she heard the stifled cry, and followed the sound to its source, looking behind the couch and finding a young woman probably close to her age, curled up with her knees hugged to her chest. Yang slowly lowered herself down onto one knee and softened her voice.

“Hey, my name’s Yang. Are you Emerald?” She looked like the picture from the file but… rougher, mint green hair that fell to her shoulders looking unwashed and unkempt, her shirt and jeans ripped and dirty. “Hey?”

When she reached out and touched the woman’s shoulder, she flinched and looked at Yang then with wide, terrified red eyes, tears streaking her dirty cheeks. The moment she seemed to register that there was someone there, though, a bit of light came back to her eyes. “Who are you?”

“Yang, Yang Xiao Long. I’m subbing for Ms. Goodwitch.” She took a glance around. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Gone,” she replied, her hands trembling as her gaze shifted up, looking towards the ceiling. “They’re… they’re all gone. It’s just me.”

Yang’s brows furrowed, looking towards the ceiling briefly. “Is there a landline? Some way to call for help?”

“No one can help me now.” Emerald started shaking her head as fresh tears sprang to her eyes. “She left me for last.” Then, she grabbed Yang’s arm, clutching at her feebly. “Don’t look her in the eyes. That’s when she comes for you- that’s when she knows she has you. Don’t look her in the eyes.”

“Who? Who is ‘she’?” Although the grip on her arm didn’t hurt, it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, as if her entire body could sense there was something not right about the woman before her.

“I-I don’t know, we never learned her name. We just-”

Thunk.

Yang looked back up to the ceiling, furrowing her brows. It sounded like something heavy had been dropped on the floor above them but, if they were the only ones there, then what had dropped and how? Emerald released her arm, curling back in on herself and crying softly.

Whatever had happened here, Yang quickly surmised she needed some help. Reaching into her bag, she retrieved her scroll to find it had no signal. With a frown, she stood up and looked around, spotting what looked like a wall-mounted vid screen in the next room over. With any luck, that had a landline connection and she could call for help.

Moving into the next room, she saw more evidence of the remodeling in progress- a dining room set and rolls of carpet, more paint cans and spare lumber- but thankfully found the vid screen had a connection. Dialing Atlas’ emergency services line, Yang waited for the operator to connect the call while looking up at the ceiling.

“Atlas Emergency Response, where is your emergency?”

That pulled her gaze back to the screen, finding one of Atlas’ finest staring at the screen. Quickly, she gave the address and a brief explanation of why she was there and what she’d found, glancing over to the living room to find Emerald still curled up behind the couch. After being assured police and medical services were on the way, the call ended and Yang considered going outside to wait for them.

“Hey, Emerald?” She went back to the living room and knelt down beside the woman again, keeping her voice soft. “Why don’t we go outside, yeah? Help is on the way; you’re gonna be okay.”

“No, no, no.” With a shake of her head, red eyes focused again on the ceiling. “I can’t run anymore. It won’t work.”

“Emerald, listen, it’s okay-”

Thunk.

She looked at the ceiling, brows furrowed as the woman’s crying renewed.

“Emerald, is there anyone else here?”

“No. Just me. I’m the last one.” She drew in a shuddering breath. “The last one.”

“Then what was that noise?”

Emerald slowly shook her head and hugged herself tighter, crying more fervently.

Yang stood up. Whatever had happened, obviously the woman wouldn’t recover for a long time.

Lilac eyes strayed towards the ceiling, curiosity nipping at her. “Emerald, are you the last one here? Or the last one alive?” When no answer came, she looked back to the woman, who watched her with terror. “Nod if the first one.” She didn’t. “Nod for the second.”

Slowly, Emerald nodded, confirming Yang’s suspicion.

Okay, so the others had died on the second floor, and finding them dead had scared Emerald shitless.

But… what was that sound, then?

“Are you sure they’re dead?”

“They’re gone.”

“Emerald-”

“They’re gone.”

Yang sighed, glancing back towards the ceiling. On the one hand, she could wait until the cops showed up and hope they’d tell her that there was nothing she could have done. On the other, she could go up there and confirm for herself. Otherwise, she’d always wonder if she’d waited outside while someone slowly died on the second floor.

Pulling out her scroll, Yang flicked it over to the camera setting to start a recording. Just in case the cops had any questions about what she had touched. Then, she started for the main staircase, taking the first step cautiously.

“Don’t look her in the eyes,” Emerald said, still hiding behind the couch.

“Right.”

With a heavy sigh, she continued up the stairs, seeing more signs of the deteriorating walls and holding her scroll to document her journey to the second floor. Once she reached the landing, Yang looked both ways down the hall, finding several doors slightly ajar. She turned right, heading down that way seeing as it was above the living room where Emerald was still huddled. The floorboards beneath her feet creaked and groaned, just as she imagined an old mansion would, but that didn’t settle her nerves any.

As she reached the last room on the left, directly above where she’d been standing in the living room, a stench hit her nose that made her gag. On some level, she realized that the smell alone confirmed no one inside the room was alive, but her conscience wouldn’t rest without seeing it with her own two eyes.

So, against her better judgement, Yang pushed open the door.

She swallowed hard as her heart pounded in her chest, her body breaking out in a cold sweat.

Two corpses lay lifelessly on the ground, their eyes open wide in their final death stare. One of them a man- Roman, with orange hair just like his picture- and the other a woman, with pink and brown strands framing her face, and heterochromatic eyes that matched her dual colored hair. Both of them had crumpled to the floor, heads at odd angles with ropes around their necks. Looking up, Yang saw a wooden beam stretching from one side of the room to the other, rope still tied in two places above the bodies. They were both dressed rather well, as if they’d been preparing to go out for a night on the town among the upper crust.

Now, they were dead. Lying there, motionless.

“I’m sorry,” she said, pulling the door closed and shaking herself. Passing a hand over her face, she wiped away the sweat that had formed on her brow and turned around, spotting another door. While she didn’t know anything about the woman with heterochromia, she’d accounted for two of the four people she knew resided in the house. That still left two for her to find.

Going across the hall, she pushed the door open while holding her breath, relieved when she stepped into an empty bedroom with a few sleeping bags laid out on cots. The next two rooms she checked were similarly devoid of people- one had a mass of furniture collected in the middle and the other completely barren- but the third on the other side of the hall from the staircase made her gut clench.

It looked like Mercury, with well-groomed silver hair, his eyes wide open while his body slumped against the far wall in yet another empty room. Given the angle of his head, his neck was snapped by something, though he didn’t have a rope to explain how he’d died. He was wearing jeans and a jacket, both well worn, and heavy boots- he looked like he might’ve been working on painting the room before whatever happened to him, considering the ladder nearby.

“What the fuck,” she said, her voice soft as she closed the door. With the empty rooms she’d left the doors open, to make it easier for the cops when they arrived. A numbness started spreading through her as she mechanically walked to the next few rooms, leaving their doors open. When she came to the last at the end of the hall, she had a feeling she knew exactly what she would find, but opened it anyway.

Unlike the other rooms, this one was entirely furnished and remodeled. Dark red on the walls, black carpet, and a four-poster bed- the interior decor choices unnerved her almost as much as the woman’s stare, raven hair cascading over her shoulder as she hung there, knees just an inch or so shy of the edge of the bed, rope around her neck connected to a wire frame for the canopy overhead. She wore a black robe over a red nightgown, as if she was just getting ready for bed when…

Even without make-up or a smirk, Yang recognized the woman as Cinder, the last of the unaccounted-for orphans.

She hit the button on her scroll, stopping the recording as she pulled the door closed. Her hand trembled but she tried to keep a hold on herself, stumbling back towards the staircase landing. In the distance, through the broken mirrors, she could hear the approaching sirens of the police or the ambulance, only one of which was actually needed. Yang moved closer to one of the windows, the broken one, seeing as the other was covered almost in its entirety.

Carefully, mindful of the jagged edges of the glass, she watched as patrol cars began winding their way towards the manor with an ambulance following closely. Soon, the cops would be here and start sorting through… whatever had happened. Even having seen it with her own eyes, she couldn’t begin to process it. Too numb from the shock of it all.

Four people dead, and one half crazed for some reason.

As she started to turn away, she caught something in the broken glass. A reflection of the landing behind her, but there was someone standing there. Short hair and a cloak of some sort? Yang turned, expecting to find Emerald, but instead saw a woman with brown hair and garish bruises on her neck, expression twisted by rage, and wide brown eyes. She opened her mouth and screamed, a terrifying sound that came out strangled and broken and screeching and Yang jumped back while putting her hands over her ears, trying to make it stop.

When it did, she took shuddering breaths while looking at the top of the staircase. The woman wasn’t there anymore but a little red book sat on the top step where she’d been standing.

“Who the fuck…” She looked around, unsure of where the strange woman had gone, and cautiously made her way to the staircase. Kneeling down, she picked up the book- a diary, by the looks of it- as the sounds of sirens drew closer. She shoved it in her bag while hurrying down the steps, turning into the living room to grab Emerald so they could both get out of the house before that strange woman-

Yang came to a dead stop, her heart stuttering in her chest as her eyes went wide.

From the center of the ceiling, a rope extended down, though she couldn’t tell where it was anchored. Then again, she wasn’t really looking, more fixated on Emerald’s dead stare as she hung lifelessly, the rope around her throat tight until- for some reason- it detached from its anchor point and she fell, crashing onto the coffee table below.

Immediately, Yang turned and booked it out the front door, tripping on the doorway in her haste and having to catch herself with her hands, her legs never stopping. She somehow got back to her feet and ran to the other side of Mr. Ozpin’s car, turning around to ensure no one had followed her out even as she heard the patrol cars and ambulance come up behind her, pulling through the circular drive.

As she desperately tried to catch her breath, lilac eyes roved over the house, stopping at the window she’d looked out on the second floor. There, she saw the strange woman again, watching her for a moment and gone in a blink of an eye. Yet, even with her gone, Yang could still feel herself being watched.

Even as the cops got out of their cars, even as the paramedics came to check her out, even as she stuttered and stumbled through her explanation of what happened, she could feel it.

She was being watched.

#TRR writes #Elderburn #Supernatural Horror story

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luxscathing · 4 years

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@becomewant » it was one of the first weekends they had nothing to do. no construction to participate in, no missions, no outings with friends, just hours to sit and revel in each other's company. lying upon couch, ren's touch was tender as they carded through phoenix's hair, lovingly trailed along their robe hanging off goddessesque figure. playfully gold - lacquered nails traced her hip in lazy circles ... only to quickly grip into elastic and tug sharply with a quick snap, attempting to hide a smirk.

few &. far between are these moments of solace , void of the worry that yang or ren would be whisked away yet again for gods only know what &. leave the other to wait alone for their return. in fact yang almost expects the huntsmen boards to be alight with missions when she awakes , which they most definitely are , but none with her name on it. nor is ren ‘ s. &. that reason alone is why , upon shuffling out to their front room , yang ‘ s expressionism lights up when scathing eyes fall on dragon ‘ s form just across the way. ren still makes ichoric heart flutter away in chest after all this time , makes otherwise fiery visage soften &. fall victim to feelings of warmth &. adoration for another. how easily she ‘ s fallen for them , like icarus flying too close to the sun , although instead of perishing yang has grown stronger because of it. because of them. &. even admitting such a thing makes her teeth ache from the very sweetness of it all. affectionate huff of fire , tying of their robe tighter ‘ round waist so that it doesn ‘ t fall off when she ultimately ( &. unceremoniously ) claims her spot atop beloved rainstorm. not that either of them would mind if it did happen to suddenly fall to the floor of course , but where ‘ s the harm in having some semblance of decency for once ? ❝ if i lay on y ‘ all day , will you stay ? ‘ cus i dunno if i wanna move at all today . . . i ‘ m beat. ❞ xiao long coos , loving tonality dripping from silver forged tongue rivaling the sweetest of honey as lips rove o ‘ er ren ‘ s jaw &. along the apples of their cheeks. it ‘ s quiet , but not in a way that would bring panic to their minds. the peaceful kind where they could count the raindrops falling outside should it start raining anytime soon.

how disgustingly &. completely infatuated yang is with them.

&. maybe that ‘ s why she is slow to react as snapped elastic collides with flesh in a way that eventually makes yang arch into ren ‘ s form with an airy moan flitting from lips. why is she surprised ? well , she ‘ s not. yang new they would pull something like this sooner or later , after bunching up silken fabrics of their own robe &. successfully rile a fire that will undoubtedly erupt into a blazing inferno. flutter of golden lash , long exhale bringing forth darkened smog against ren ‘ s neck in challenge as yang sits up , hips straddling their own &. the tie keeping their robe held to yang ‘ s form slowly coming undone. ❝ sometimes i wonder if i made you too brave. ❞ curling grin etches unto lips &. gaze of playful lavender pierces into that of smug magenta. they should know this by now , no ? that stoking the eternal flames of a phoenix would undoubtedly end poorly for them ? perhaps that ‘ s just a fate ren is willing to accept. yang ‘ s hips roll &. grind down into them , hands skating up abdomen , up their shirt so nails may scratch along the flesh like the lingering red marks belong there. ❝ . . . you look so handsome down there. ‘ an i bet you ‘ d look even better squirming &. moaning for me , pretty boy. ❞

#answered.#who knew having a kpop playlist specifically for writing spicy would wake yang up :')#becomewant

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aurahype · 5 years

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coco’s ( sandstone colored ) aura - charged fist blasts across her classmate’s cheek, delivering him straight into the training room’s worn, washed out floorboards with the raw impact of the punch. the boy, scrawny but quick enough to have annoyed coco for the entire spar, taps out in his dizziness, and coco grins in her triumph. a small hmph noise escapes from her lips, and she scans her classmates as her professor calls the match. when her opponent stumbles back to his feet, coco flashes him a thumbs up, her verbal way of saying nice try.

“ and our victor is miss coco! are you prepared for another round? ”

after a few moments of catching her breath, she straightens herself back up. “ put me in, coach! ” the brunette grins, flexing her fingers in and out of a fist position to loosen them. she leans her neck side to side, and the bones audibly pop at the weight of the motion. “ who wants to be next? ”

“ me. ”

a familiar voice calls from behind her. earthen eyes widen beneath black lenses at the sound. it triggers her heart into beating a hundred miles an hour, revving coco’s own engine as if it were the bike, dear bumblebee she’d so many times ridden with ... yang. when she lays eyes on her, coco’s jaw drops. “ what the hell— yang?! what are you— ”

she forces herself to stop in an attempt to keep her cool. the student turns to her professor and classmates, expression totally shocked, amazement written on visage in her half - open mouth and raised eyebrows. the room is silent, but whatever awkwardness hangs in the quiet air is deflected by coco’s sunglasses and sheer willingness to not give a shit in that moment. “ if you’ll excuse me, i’m calling it quits, guys. i’m outta here. sorry teach! ” coco gives the room the classic lesbian fingers goodbye.

and with that, she breaks into a dash towards her long lost lover and jumps into her arms. you couldn’t rip the grin off coco’s mouth with the strength of all the maidens in remnant. nothing could. her hands clutch handfuls of yang’s hair with her arms thrown around her neck, and she mumbles lowly in her lover’s ear. “ yang xiao long. fuck, that sounds good to say. ” she parts from the blonde long enough to kiss her on the lips three or four times with an unparalleled urgency, then speaks again. “ you. me. out that door. now! ” she commands, laughing all the while ( and perhaps accompanied by some tears beneath those glasses too ).

it’s been a while, @ryoshan.

#ryoshan #shade.#ic.#this got . long

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moltensuns-m · 5 years

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"yang, i love you. i love you so much."

what is love to the seemingly heartless ? to she , starlight &. embers incarnate &. who would rather engulf herself in self made inferno just so she may never flay herself open. opening up ones’ belly &. exposing their guts to another is an art &. yang has not yet mastered it. how could she ever , even ? golden ichoric muscle has always been secured tightly behind bars of ivory bone &. yet .. it still manages to ache &. heartstrings continue to pull &. pull ‘til the inevitable snap. truthfully , xiao long has always noticed how twin ambers pierce into her soul , void of any shred of regret , full of a love &. desire so strong that not even an ocean could sever it. but why her ? why yang specifically ? what possibly has moulded such a crucial mark in blake’s heart that makes her different from everyone else ? when yang looks back on everything ( adam , beacons’ fall , their first meeting ) she , too , lacks regret. for blake’s sake , she’d do everything over &. over again for the sake of their happy ending. though there’s still a fear in her despite it all. a stupid fear that chews &. claws at psyche until there’s nothing left. tragic. belladonna tonality is taken with a grain of salt at first , met with a shaky laugh under confident facade &. a seemingly playful plume of dragon smog from lips to match. maybe because yang is trying to deny what just came from blake’s lips ? like a confessional at altar &. yang , the sinner , not yet ready to confess sins of her own at the risk of being vulnerable. it’s not like her to show weakness ! it’s unbefitting of the mighty golden dragoness to falter &. crumble akin to the metaphorical castle of crimson she’s finally escaped from ! or is it ? does her biggest ally masquerade as her biggest downfall ? ( yes. ) ‘ i love you. ‘ blake says. three simple words that haunt yang for what seems to be eternity &. when her mind finally unfreezes &. properly processes things , golden heart shatters. she’s left breathless ; unable to speak &. instead she falls victim to stinging hot tears in the corners of dual lilac hue , cascading o ‘ er cheeks one after the other. form shifts &. faces girl shadow. glassy eyes gaze into tuscan suns ( where she calls home ) , hands both artificial &. flesh reaching to tenderly cradle belladonna’s cheeks before moving ‘round shoulders &. pulling her dangerously close. like her very life depends on it. ❛ wǒ de xīn ... ❜ whispers , visage now seeking utmost refuge in the sanctum of blake’s neck. ❛ wǒ ài nǐ .. ❜ so much. unconditionally. + @unstrayed asked for a bowl of onions.

#´ 🔥 。 —— ask. ﹕ so rise like the sun &. burn like a star.#blows u a kiss #unstrayed

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remnesque · 5 years

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’ don’t slow down, keep going. ’ / yang :)c

sexy time ( n. a. ) @wasfrost.

“ you’ve got it, babygirl. ”

the blonde’s human fingers pumped into weiss’s heat over and over, desperately waiting her sweet release. yang bit their bottom lip as they watched reddened visage change and contort in adoration ( determined to soak up every moment of schnee’s expressions as she came ). sweat lined their bodies in a thick layer, transparently coating love - made bruises. even though they’d not been at it for very long, the butterflies in yang’s body were enough to make them nervous / send shivers up their spine in awe of the ivory beauty of their teammate in a situation as vulnerable as this.

two fingers curled inside weiss, xiao long reaching lovingly for new depths. as once - heiress’s body trembled ( in lust ? in fear ? ) beneath them, yang leaned down to place fiery kisses upon her collarbone, lick and suck at thin skin to coax out a finale. “ you’re so damn wet. ‘at’s my girl. you gonna cum for me soon, baby? ” dragon asked against bruised flesh. their breath was fierce like a spark to the summer forest of weiss’s skin ( it would only be a matter of seconds now before they went up in wildfire ). after weiss nodded wordlessly, she - bruiser sped up their pace, thumb brushing firmly over clit all the while. yang could feel her start to come undone frantically — her grip around their back pulled them closer, hips bucking desperately upward into diligent hand.

once release was granted to her, yang reveled in the moans and hot breaths, groaning lowly into weiss’s mouth with a deep kiss as their lover rode out her climax. the frost has melted ! ice princess showed her summer love, blindingly bright with dragonflame’s tender encouragement and eager fingers. once the urgency of the moment died down, and weiss finally caught her breath amidst being engulfed in yang’s ferocity, the duo both sighed dreamily.

taking a slow breath and parting from the intimate liplock, the blonde cautiously removed ( sore ) fingertips. with a mischievous smirk, firecracker plopped them in their mouth and sucked weiss’s wetness from them ( as if it were remnant’s only remaining ichor of the gods who abandoned them ). twin amethysts gazed triumphantly into dual sapphire. giggling at summoness’s irritated reaction, she - blaze paused. “ hey, hey. ” they began, placing gentle kiss to the width of weiss’s heated cheekbone. mechanical knuckles subconsciously brushed raised / reddened skin of spear - left scar ( we may both be broken, but we are getting better together ).

“ you’re ... so beautiful. all of you. ”

#wasfrost #* ic ( yang ).#* nsfw.#* unknown.#eat my Whole ass

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“ is it bad i really want to kiss you right now? ” / YANG TO BLAKE END ME ZERO

@remnesque + kisses. ( a. )

there’s tension between yin &. yang , though at the end of the day , it won’t stop moon incarnate from yearning to be closer to scorching sun. ( even if these wings of wax burn the closer i get. even if i plummet to my demise. at least it’ll be by her. ) they’ve survived their school falling to absolute ruin , an attack leaving life changing consequences , a hoard of grimm hell bent on zapping the light from their eyes &. more , but all that matters is that they’re still here. still standing despite it all. agrus has proven calm , especially at night &. in the solace of saphron’s home ; city lights &. night life galore , without a single threat of ever stopping &. she , wandering shadow , finds a small smile forging ‘pon dusty peach tiers.

that doesn’t aide the silence between them , however. it doesn’t erase the look of uncertainty from yang’s visage &. the ache blake knows rests within both of them. until xiao long speaks such softened , desirable words &. slices through their hush like it is nothing. ears once flattened ‘pon crown of midnight perk once more , dual toned pigments widening &. a flush of pink swathing the apples of cheeks in but a mere instant. it’s ... not something blake expects , truthfully ; only a dream that comes to her in slumber , but now ... now can girl shadow feel the swarming of metaphorical butterflies in the pits of belly , NOW she can feel an intense rush of want &. need through her entirety as though her very life depends on it. ( this one , fairytale moment .. ) ❛ y - yang .. ? ❜ stammers. there’s no hiding from belladonna’s embarrassment , no matter how much blake wishes to run off &. bury her face in a pillow. nonetheless , she’s finding herself scooting closer to girl nova , a hand drawing near &. coiling their fingers together whether yang likes it or not. blake won’t let go this time. not now. not ever. ❛ .. then kiss me. ❜ please.

#´ ✿ ◟. ⁽ blake belladonna. ⁾ v. ans.#i left it open just in case but #: )c #remnesque

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idly do they play with strands of sunset gossamer, sleepy eyes going soft and adoring as it weaved through scarred fingers. sheets felt velveteen, and the ache in bones from missions past felt like a good pain, an acknowledgement of hardships past, all to get to this point of perfect contentedness. a quick swallow, they puff a cloud of smoke on lily exhale, smiling, wiping away traitorous happy tear. ' sorry. the sun was in my eyes. '

@becomestorm » unprompted. i carry your heart with me. ( i carry it in my heart. ) when does an inferno become something one can touch without scorching down to ash ? oh right : when you kindle it with care , not stoking the flames with dead twigs &. gasoline until greeted with naught but seething crimson that seeks to destroy rather than bring gentle warmth. ren has done both , but not to the extremes that enemies fought have. they could’ve given up on her all those moons ago. they could’ve taken heed of the burning creature of volcanic eruptions &. molten hot golds , but for some reason they didn’t. &. neither did yang , with all her determination to make ren see the world in vibrant colour rather than muted tones in exchange for a mutual understanding that would ultimately be the thing to calm their faults just enough for a harmonious joining written in the stars. despite aching muscles &. slightly bruised flesh , yang still finds it easy to conform to ren’s touch , not a struggle in the world as both yin &. yang fall upon couch cushions with soft yet audible laughter wrought of waterfalls trickling &. embers crackling in a cozy little fireplace. she trusts ren to catch her when she falls unto them , which is a feat in of itself , because never did girl raging ever think to entrust such a thing onto anyone. not yang ; not the stubborn little phoenix who’d rather tackle things head on first &. analyze them later. i fear no fate. ( for you are my fate , my sweet. )

in the wake of stretches &. following groans shall yang lazily sling her arms just over ren’s neck &. then peppering the apples of handsome countenance with kisses all too affectionate , promised to rot the teeth of anyone who’d dare take a peek at this display between two ethereal spirits bound together by one red thread. content hums , innocent sweet nothings whispered in a closeness for ren’s ears only while a blanket of drowsiness drapes over them like a siren song. in truth , yang doesn’t want to drift to sleep just yet despite both of them being in dire need of it , but how else could she admire charming features &. ren’s rainstorm smile if not through eyes unscathed by sleep’s betrayal ? yang smiles in a way that portrays physical tire ‘fore head comes to rest atop ren’s chest , their heartbeat a honeyed lullaby promising sweet dreams &. thoughts on her journey through sandman’s landscape. ❝ you’re too good to me. ❞ &. they are. xiao long whispers , barely twirling a strand of ebon hair around finger , nuzzling visage against the sanctum of her beloved’s being &. drifting off for what will surely be a few hours. &. whatever a sun will always sing is you.

#answered.#hey baby ?#fuck you #becomestorm

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rndmnwierd · 6 years

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Mending Bridges

A Very RWBY Christmas

I wrote this as a present for the wonderful @faunus-4-life because I started this before you told me what exactly you wanted for Christmas. So, here! Something that’ll actually get to you on time. Also, I wrote this while dead tired, so there’s probably a ton of typos, please excuse that.

Anyway, on to the fic!

Blake was always a light sleeper, an unfortunate side effect of faunus hearing coupled with her former on-the-run lifestyle. Even though she was safe and at Beacon, she still found herself jolting awake in the middle of the night because one of her teammates shifted in their sleep too loudly. Still, that did mean that she always knew what was going on in their dorm room, like knowing when a certain speedy leader was getting up in the middle of the night to do…. Something secretive.

Blake slowly cracked an eye open to watch Ruby climb down from her bunk, struggling not to disturb Weiss, still sound asleep underneath her precarious perch. Slowly, carefully, nearly silently, Ruby snuck around the room, pulling various boxes out if many hidden places. Blake blinked curiously, watching as out of those boxes, Ruby pulled… decorations?

Yes, garlands and lights and even a tiny tree, such was set up around the room making things look quite festive. Blake sighed quietly, but she couldn’t help the small smile. Leave it to the pure Ruby to secretly set all this up.

“I thought we agreed not to celebrate the holidays.” Blake whispered and Ruby shrieked, toppling over and into a box of bells. Blake had to cover her ears at the cacophony that arose, hearing Weiss and Yang jolt up in their beds.

“Wha, what’s going on?” Yang hopped down on unsteady feet, and suddenly Blake’s vision was obscured fully by her backside.

“It seems your little sister here was trying to set up for Togetherness Day.” Blake sat up fully and tugged Yang to sit on her mattress, uncovering Ruby’s guilty visage to her eyes.

“I, I wasn’t, I was just….” Ruby stuttered, then slumped, “Yeah, I was. But! I just wanted us to all celebrate before we have to be split up for the week.” She looked at them all with pitiful eyes. Blake knew bit one of them was immune.

“Ruby….” Weiss sighed, voice rough from sleep, “You dolt, we all celebrate different holidays, that’s why we agreed we wouldn’t make this a thing. If you wanted to do something together, you could have just said something.”

“Well, yeah, I know, but…” Ruby looked down sadly, then pulled a small container out from behind her back, “I made cookies.”

Blake was surprised when Yang chuckled next to her, “Weiss, it can’t hurt. Especially since she went through all this trouble. Please, let us set up a Xiao Long-Rose family traditional Togetherness Day for you two.” Then she gave Ruby a big wink.

Blake felt like she was missing something when Ruby smiled gratefully, but she was always kind of touched seeing the love the two sisters had for each other. “What can I do to help?” She seemed to have caught everyone by surprise, but just blinked innocently, waiting for a response.

Her partner snapped out of her surprise the quickest, a warm smile spreading across her face and making Blake’s heart beat faster. “Well, how about you grab some stuff from Candle Lights Festival? Decorations, traditions, we’ll throw it in with our stuff and learn about each other’s holidays.”

“Yeah! What do you say, Weiss? Want to do the same with Mantle Nights?” Blake heard Ruby ask, but she didn’t look away from Yang’s pretty purple eyes to see. She assumed Weiss responded in the positive, though, because Ruby cheered, “Awesome!” but Yang was all Blake could see.

She’d been having feelings for her partner for some time now and she was beginning to think that they were mutual. She knew that there was a tradition for people to confess to their loved ones on Togetherness Day. Blake had been reading up on it in preparation for the holiday and Ruby’s little scheme was going to be the perfect opportunity.

Now, she just needed to find a good time…

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Like deja vu, Blake awoke from her dream, exactly a year after that time at Beacon. The memories of that night assaulted her now, even though at the time, it had been a warm moment of peace and love. She’d never actually gotten around to confessing, but that had been fine. She had just known that she’d have all the time in the world.

Except that she hadn’t had time. And now, in the middle of an all out war, there was no thought for celebrations or love. She’d lost her chance of that.

When she had come to Mistral, an army at her back, ready to fight her demons, she hadn’t expected to find the rest of Team RWBY, training to fight the same, yet different battle. She’d been shocked, thrown off her game, even though Ruby and Weiss had been ecstatic to see her. Everyone else had welcomed her, too, Ren, Nora, Jaune, even Qrow.

Everyone except Yang.

Yang could barely be in the same room as her, hadn’t spoken two words to her, and was just barely below hostile. Ruby and Weiss assured her that she just needed some time, yet here it was, weeks later, and Yang was still acting the same way.

Sighing, Blake swung her feet over the side of the bed and quickly crept out of the shared room, making sure she didn’t wake Illia. Maybe some tea would help her feel better and she could go back to sleep. So she made her way down the stairs and towards the kitchen, freezing when she heard the clink of metal on ceramic and the smell of freshly brewed coffee.

It seemed someone had the opposite idea as she did; Blake tiptoed to the doorway and peeked around the corner of the wall. There, with messy blond hair and still in her pajamas was the object of her melancholy, Yang, leaning against the counter holding a mug in her prosthetic hand.

Blake watched her for a long moment, watched her until her chest began to hurt and her eyes stung with tears. It took her a moment to calm down, deciding to just turn around and head back to bed, but when she stepped back, her elbow scraped against the wall.

The noise brought her to Yang’s attention, the blonde calling out quietly, “Who’s there?” Blake winced, now she had no choice but to reveal herself. She stepped around the corner and gave what she hoped was an apologetic smile.

“Oh… It’s you.”

Ouch, Blake felt her ears droop. She was obviously not welcome, “I couldn’t sleep. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were up. I’ll go.” She needed to escape before her tears started to spill over. She spun around and heard Yang curse quietly behind her; she had only taken a few steps before a warm hand wrapped around her upper arm, prompting her to stop.

“No, wait.” Yang sighed, “You came down here for something, don’t let me chase you off.” Blake felt her breath hitch as those tears became harder to fight. It seemed even Yang noticed, though, because she tugged Blake until she spun around, worry on her face, “Blake?”

That was all it took to make the dam break and tears and words came rushing out. Blake was sure she was babbling, but she just had to get across her scrambled thoughts. “I’m, Yang, I’m so sorry, I should have never left, I should have been there when you, when it, but I was, oh god, I was so scared and there was so much blood.” She took a huge gulp of air, that all immediately rushed out again, “I thought he, he said he’d, he’s going to kill everyone I love, Yang, and I just, I, you, that….” Blake trailed off, gasping, unable to catch her breath.

Vaguely, she was aware that Yang was leading her to the kitchen, leaning her against the counter and then her familiar warmth pulled away. Blake sobbed, burying her face in her hands; she wished she could go back to before everything was so messed up. Back to when the holiday just meant they could all spend time together and they only had to worry about who drank the last of the eggnog.

“Blake…” She heard Yang’s voice, quiet and strained, then a cool glass was pressed against the back of her hand, “Drink this. Slowly.”

Giving her a thankful look, Blake carefully took the glass and drank the cold water inside. Yang always seemed to know just what she needed, she always had, Blake had never had someone read her as well as her partner. The thought made her chest ache just a bit.

“Look, I’m sorry.” Yang’s apology nearly made Blake choke, either in surprise or in a rush to tell her she wasn’t the one that needed to be sorry, Blake wasn’t sure. Yang shushed her when she tried to get any words out, though, “You’ve been back for weeks now and I haven’t been giving you a fair chance.”

“I don’t really deserve one.” Blake insisted, “I’m the reason you-!”

“Ah, wait.” Yang sighed, cutting her off, “Look, it’s almost morning. How about you and I go out to the balcony and talk privately, so we won’t be interrupted when everyone else wakes up?”

Blake looked up hopefully and Yang gave her a tiny smile, eyes shining with something that Blake had sorely missed, “Please.” She whispered, then hesitantly added, “It would be a good Togetherness Day present.”

Yang blinked at her in surprise, then laughed lightly, “I nearly forgot what day it was. I’m surprised you didn’t.”

Blake chewed on her bottom lip, “Learning about that with you, being together like that with you, it was the happiest I’d been in years.” She swallowed, feeling Yang’s hand slide into her own, “Let me put some water on for tea, then we can go outside.”

“Of course. I think we have more to talk about than just what happened during the Fall.” Blake nodded slowly, looking up into those mesmerizing purple eyes. Yes, they had a lot to talk about and, this time, Blake wasn’t going to let her chance slip away.

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