When You’re Lost (We’re Lost Together)
So. @catra-is-pretty-gay tagged me in this post https://www.tumblr.com/blog/blake-belladonna-defence-force/blog/wolfbyul/189535361404 that @wolfbyul made. @min3nc also added to it and I couldn’t resist including it. This is set during their date with team FNKI
Um. Did I go too fairytale here? Is it too Disney? 😅
The song I include is called “Stand by you” by Marlisa Punzalan
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Yang was panicking. And not in the nice “Blake’s looking at me” kinda way. More in line with “the tiny, caffeinated rainbow on skates won’t leave me the fuck alone. What do I do?” way.
“Ooohhh, you should totally come dance with me!” Neon squealed as she sped up to Yang, who immediately looked to Blake for help. Blake simply quirked an eyebrow before rolling her eyes.
“Actually,” Blake interrupted coolly, stepping in between them and pushing Neon away. “Yang promised me a dance first.”
Yang jumped in surprise when a hand came to rest on the small of her back and she bit her lip to fight off a grin as Neon pouted at Blake.
“Aw, but you can dance with her any time! When am I going to get my chance again?” She whined.
“Yeah.” Blake said with a smirk. “I don’t actually care.” She finished, grabbing Yang’s left hand and dragging her onto the dance floor, shoulder checking Neon as they passed her.
When they made their way into the middle of the floor, Blake dropped her hand and turned to face her with a snort.
“I really don’t like that girl.” She huffed, as Yang laughed and started dancing.
“Well, at least I actually get to dance with somebody I can tolerate.” She teased lightly.
“Wow. Thanks.” Blake said sarcastically as she started dancing rather awkwardly, an unsure expression crossing her features.
“How can you be so good at ballroom dancing but be so horrible at something more chill?” Yang snickered, smirking at the pout that Blake gave her.
“Partner dancing is not that much different from fighting along side a combat partner. I can bounce off of them.” She grumbled, crossing her arms and turning away sheepishly. “Here? I’m kind of out of my league.”
“Well. Good thing you’re not alone.” Yang said softly, smiling gently at her as she took Blake’s hands. “Watch my feet and do what I do.”
She felt Blake’s grip tighten on her hands, a determined expression crossing her face as she attempted to follow Yang’s lead.
“Hey, relax. You don’t have to be good at this.” Yang reminded her gently. “We’re here to have fun.”
She chuckled as Blake tripped over her own feet.
“Shut up.” Blake laughed, pretending to glare at her for a second.
Before Yang could tease her further, the DJ spoke up, announcing a less upbeat song. She gently pulled back, prepared to go sit down but stopped when a playful glint entered Blake’s eyes. She felt her cheeks heat up as Blake shifted a foot back and dropped into a low bow with one arm tucked behind her back and the other pressed against her chest.
“May I have this dance, Miss Xiao Long?” Blake said playfully, smiling cheekily up at her. Yang rolled her eyes with a fond smile and held out her hand.
“I suppose so, you big dork.” She drawled, cheeks warm, as Blake stood up stepped closer, draping an arm over Yang’s right shoulder as Yang almost shyly placed her right arm around Blake’s waist, left hand holding Blake’s right and guided them into the dance, both girls exchanging nervous smiles, as the song started. Yang knew the song, it was one of her favourites and she couldn’t help but quietly sing along when Blake hummed the opening bars into her ear.
“The hurt in your eyes will never disguise the spark that lived there before.” She sang, watching as Blake’s eyes widened in surprise before a slow, shy smile spread across her face. “And I know that you’re so much more than you’re showin’. The clouds in your head will bring you to tears but I will catch every drop. Even if it don’t ever stop ‘cause you’re worth it, you’re worth it.”
She spun them around as the chorus started, keeping eye contact with Blake, watching the emotions past by her partner’s face like a kaleidoscope.
“When you fight for every breath and the waves are overhead, let me lay your mind to rest.” She started, her arm pulling Blake closer, her heart spilling over with adoration as Blake started singing with her.
“I will stand by you when all of your dreams are shattered. And your world is left in tatters. When you’re lost, we’re lost together. I will stand by, I will stand by you.” Blake sang, her voice sending a chill down Yang’s spine.
“If black is your brightest colour, of hurt is your only lover. When you fight, we fight together. I will stand by, I will stand by you.” Yang sang back, gently cutting Blake off and watching as her partner bit her lip, a smile threatening to break out.
Both girls let out soft giggles and pressed their foreheads together, eyes closed as they danced. The song carried on and both women felt that it was very fitting.
“The war in your head will try to shoot you dead so don’t even try to win.” Yang crooned into Blake’s human ear as the shorter girl rested her head on her shoulder, melting Yang’s heart. “Is it worth it all in the end? I don’t think so. Try to embrace the lines on your face; the story of who you are.” She took a deep breath pressed her lips to Blake’s temple, murmuring the next lines into her skin. “‘Cause I’ve loved what I’ve read so far. I mean it, I mean it.”
She didn’t miss the way Blake’s breathing hitched nor how her hand clutched at her own more firmly as Blake lifted her head to direct a teary gaze at her. Yang felt her own heart ache at the sight but both girls continued to dance, souls and feet working in perfect synchronicity.
As the song reached a slow part, Yang spun Blake out, delighting in the giggle that followed, and pulled her back in, catching her against her chest from behind and quietly swayed with her as Blake tilted her head back and pressed their foreheads together.
And as the music swelled for its finale, Yang spun her back around to face her and guided her around the dance floor before dipping her at the song’s end, bodies pressed together and Blake’s arms held around Yang’s neck, noses brushing.
Yang hesitated, unsure, but Blake held no such qualms; lifting her chin up and kissing Yang firmly. Yang let out a small noise of surprise before melting into it, gently pulling Blake up as she pulled back,
And it was like that, forehead pressed together and breaths mingling that they heard a round of applause and wolf-whistles. But neither paid them any mind. Not when both women had finally found their favourite fairytale.
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What Makes A Home...
Here ya go @wolfbyul a ficlet based on this post https://wolfbyul.tumblr.com/post/189690095594/home-by-gabrielle-aplin-but-yangs-home-is-blake
Hope you like it, mate 😊
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Home.
It was such an interesting word. It could be the place where you grew up, watching your parents dance around the kitchen as they made chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast.
It could be watching your kid sister grow up and make her own friends and her own way in life.
It could be growing beyond the shallow friendships that you held on to for years for fear of being alone.
It could be growing up and buying your own place and decorating it how you wanted to.
But for Yang? While these things may have been a temporary home once upon a time, her home existed somewhere far more powerful. A place that made her feel more safe and loved than she ever though was possible.
Home was a pair of compassionate amber eyes that could sharpen to dangerous molten gold in a single second. Home was the pair of cat ears that tracked Yang’s every movement. Home was the lopsided smile that was hers and hers alone and the half smirk that signalled trouble.
Home was the arms that held her when her arm flared up. Home was the voice that soothed her nightmares and chased her gloom away.
Home was the beautiful woman who saw her monsters and pain, felt each one of her scars and still saw somebody worth staying around for.
Because they say that home is where your heart is set in stone.
Home is where you when you’re alone.
Home is where you go to rest your bones.
Home is not where you lay your head.
Home is not where you make your bed.
Home was Blake Belladonna. And as long as she and Yang were together? It didn’t matter to Yang where they went.
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