A/N I think it is like a rite of passage for a fanfic author to have a one-shot collection for shorter stories so here is mine! I don't know how often or regularly I am going to update this, I guess it will be whenever I feel like... Hope you all enjoy.
Prompt #1 - A BB FF where Yang's Clan and Blake's Clan are enemies and both are the daughters of the leaders and they both fall in love with each other and end up keeping their relationship a secret.
Yang woke up to her lover shifting in the sheets of the bedroll. With surprising speed, she loosely wrapped her arms around the other woman.
"Mm," she mumbled into her shoulder. "It's still dark outside. Stay with me."
Blake wriggled out of her grasp and gazed at the blonde for a moment before pressing a lingering kiss on her soft lips.
"It's dawn. The light is on the horizon. I have to go."
"It's just the Harvest Moon, shining through the tent. We have more time. Stay. Don't go," Yang said, running her fingers down her side.
Blake suppressed a shiver. Even though her entire body craved the warmth Yang offered, she knew to stay meant death. She was the daughter of Ghira of the faunus White Fang clan and Yang was the daughter of Raven of the Branwen clan. Their clans were sworn enemies. If she got caught, she would be killed on sight.
Blake gently took her hand and moved it off as she reluctantly got up to get dressed.
Yang watched the movement of her shoulder blades under the skin of her back as Blake put her arms through the sleeves of her white shirt. A hunger reignited in her belly.
"We can't keep doing this," Blake said, pulling on her breeches.
"Doing what?" Yang asked, propping her head up on her bent elbow as she lounged side long on the bedroll. She gave Blake her best smile to entice her, a thin blanket the only thing covering her from the waist down.
"Meeting up like this," Blake said, turning away with a blush. She fastened the ties of her black leather tunic. "It's dangerous."
What did they have? Stolen moments in the dark. Her hand clamped over Yang's mouth, smothering the sounds when she reached the height of her pleasure. Was it worth all the risk?
Theirs was a strange courtship. They first met in the forest, their fierce warrior reputations preceding them, Blake the sword wielding shadow and Yang the golden haired brawler. The battle kicked off immediately, they gave the fight everything they had but it ended in a draw.
Exhausted and out of strength, they silently agreed to a truce and made their way to the stream to clean their own wounds. Yang caught her eye and pulled a face and it made her laugh. The next two times they met, they lowered their weapons and sat together in the glen, exchanging spare words and glances.
"Can we be friends?"
For some reason she was inexplicably drawn to Yang. Blake knew it was wrong. Yang was a human and a girl. They were from different clans who were wrapped in a bitter turf war. It could never work.
The next meeting Blake was determined to end it. She attacked her with ferocity, Yang barely had time to bring up her bracers. They didn't hold back and yet again, it ended in a draw. With nothing left and too tired to fight her desires any longer, Blake dropped her sword and kissed her.
It was hot and messy. A different battle took place. They tore each other's clothes off, trying to get as close as possible. Blake licked the sweat off her neck. She felt like an animal. After they were finished, sore and satisfied, they lay together in the clearing underneath the stars, sharing skin and stories.
"Blake…" Yang gently wrapped her arms around her waist, embracing her from behind. "I love you..." she said shyly.
Blake stiffened up at the mention of the word love. It seemed too big like a vast overarching concept that she didn't understand. But in her heart she knew it was true, and she felt the same way about Yang.
Yang buried her nose into Blake's hair, inhaling deeply. She laid a kiss on her neck.
"I'd do anything for you. A love like this is worth fighting for. Worth dying for."
"Yang…" Blake said, closing her eyes and leaning back into her embrace, her faunus ears twitching against Yang's cheek. "Don't say things like that."
Suddenly Blake turned around in Yang's arms and brought their mouths together in a frantic kiss. She pushed Yang back on to the bedroll.
"I want to stay with you forever. I don't care what happens. They can kill me if they want. I'd die for you. Let it be the night and not the day," Blake rasped, laying kisses across her thighs.
The inside of the tent began to brighten up from the rising sun.
"Nnngh," Yang whimpered. "It is the dawn. Blake… You have to go."
Blake didn't hear her, too intent on taking everything Yang was willing to give.
"Blake," Yang said urgently again.
A voice spoke just outside Yang's tent.
"It's my mother," Yang whispered. "You have to go."
Blake gave her one last kiss just as she was about to leave through a flap at the side of the tent. "Farewell, my love."
"Farewell!"
A/N I had fun with this prompt. It is also inspired by the bedroom scene from Romeo and Juliet.