#1: Easy - Blake thinks falling for Yang is so easy. Set after the final battle of season 2.
It was so easy, Blake thought, almost too easy. Like a snowflake falling through the sky, gentle and beautiful, that was what Blake thought falling for Yang was like. Floating eternally in the beauty of the moment – but Yang was certainly not the easiest of people to fall for gently. Yang had no discretion, sometimes no sense of control, and she was probably the crudest, most impulsive, funniest, most beautiful, most wonderfully caring person in the entire world, and she was so carefree that she often grounded Blake when Blake needed guidance or she got lost among her thoughts; Yang had done so when she convinced her to go to the dance, Yang had done so when she had found out Blake was a Faunus, and Yang had been so beautiful each and every time.
And, after the battle when the hole in the road had been sealed by Glynda, when Sun had tried to kiss her in the heat of the moment with the adrenaline pumping through their veins, she had rejected him.
She had felt terrible about it.
Really, truly awful, but she could do nothing else – kissing him, leading him on, that was not something Blake wanted to do, especially to someone as dear to her as Sun was.
Oh, but Yang, Yang afterwards – Blake had been sat down at the docks, her shoes cast aside and her toes dipping into the surprisingly comforting cold of the water, so long after fellow Beacon students had left, Weiss and Ruby included. The sun was setting in beautiful warm hues of red, pink, orange and yellow smeared across the sky like oil paints, and Blake couldn't help but enjoy the clichéd heroin ending. She was a fan of clichés, any clichés, all clichés, as her book collection could tell you, but she would profusely deny such an accusation.
Yang knew though, and so when she took an eager seat next to Blake and let her feet also dangle in the water, she offered a confused Blake a warm smile.
"Heya, Kitten." She said; a sigh filled with contentment. "A heck of day, huh?"
There was no reply; Blake continued to stare at the melting colours of the sky.
"Cat got your tongue?"
She felt her mouth twitch into a smile and the tension in her shoulders grew lesser. The blonde's presence was comforting and woke her up immediately. "We may have captured Roman, but this is certainly not the end of this." She had replied, her tone taking the serious note that it often did.
"You're right about that." Yang shuffled closer to the girl cloaked in black. "But this was a victory. You can't forget that – this was an awesome victory."
She could not help smiling fully now – Yang always knew what to say to her, even when she herself was at a loss. "You're right."
"Of course I am! You're my partner, and I care about you. If I didn't know what to say to cheer you up, I'd be a pretty crappy partner, don'cha think?"
They said nothing for a while. Her words had provoked a thought in Blake's mind - Blake knew it, felt it, thought it, and Yang knew that Blake was suddenly subdued – it was like an agreement among the two to say nothing.
But, after a while, Blake's thoughts overwhelmed her, and, without much thought of the consequences, she broke the silence.
"Sun tried to kiss me."
This piqued Yang's interest, Blake could tell. Turning her body to fully face Blake, one leg tucked under her body and the other dipping over the edge and into the water, she said a simple "What?" and let Blake elaborate.
"It was after the battle." Blake said, a sigh in her voice that was heavy with guilt. "We were happy, and hugged, and then he – tried to kiss me."
Yang seemed suddenly tense, but her voice did not betray her. "Is that not a good thing?"
Blake thought about it. Sun was a good guy; he was funny and warm, and although he could say some stupid things sometimes that made Blake doubt her choice in friends, he had a heart of gold. He had a sense of direction in his life, and, best of all, he understood her troubles as a Faunus. There was just one thing wrong with him.
He was not Yang.
"It's not a bad thing." Blake admitted; her fingers tapped against concrete. "But I don't have any feelings for him. It would be wrong to kiss him and lead him on like that; that's not who I am."
"I know." Yang said. She was suddenly closer to Blake, and their thighs touched. "I like who you are. You're a good person, Blake. Even if you get a bit melodramatic every once in a while."
Yang wore a cheeky grin, and Blake nudged at her shoulder in a playful way. She wished that Yang's smile didn't send her whole being reeling towards her, didn't send her stomach battling with nerves. Wished that Yang didn't fill her with contentment. "Thank you."
"You don't need to thank me, Kitten. You know how I feel about you."
That she did. Their feelings, the one's they never talked about, they were like an unspoken bond between the two of them. They never acted on them. It never seemed like the right time, never safe, never perfect, there was always some obstacle or something that stopped them.
Now, it seemed, they had a lot more time.
And suddenly Blake felt unnerved. Yang was so close – how did she not realise that before? – and with the growing wind her hair blew right in Blake's direction. She smelt of coconuts, Blake noticed with smile, and her violet eyes stared out at the sea. She was beautiful. So beautiful that Blake's heart physically hurt. How can someone look so beautiful just sat there, doing absolutely nothing, just sat there absent-mindedly swinging their legs? How is it possible that Yang could be so gorgeous without even trying?
Yang must have noticed Blake's fond stare, because her gaze found Blake's sharp amber eyes, and she smiled a full-force Yang smile. It knocked Blake to her knees.
"Are you alright?" Yang asked.
"I'm great." Blake breathed. "Thank you for being here."
"'S'no problem, Blake. Besides, I think we deserve a rest. We kicked ass today."
She gave an affectionate eye roll. "Yeah," Blake replied, "we did."
"And you looked super good doing it."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Seriously, Kitten. On more than one occasion I almost got punched in the face because I was too busy staring at you."
Blake let an easy laugh fall from her lips. Yang made everything so easy. She made conversation easy, she made fighting look easy, made beauty seem easy, made humour as if it was her second nature. Made falling in love so easy.
"You didn't look too bad yourself, Yang." She said, feeling that same, easy smile lock on her face, and saw that Yang wore one identical.
"Well, thanks, Blakey!" Yang looked down at the water and, with her feet, drew images in the ripples of the shimmering blue-black. And then she suddenly stopped and looked up at Blake with a mischievous grin on her face. "And how cool was it when Team CFVY jumped outta that helicopter? Man, Coco has such an awesome weapon. Taking down that Nevermore with a couple bullets? Chic is tough."
Blake didn't reply. Talking to Yang was so easy and yet it felt as if someone was punching her in the stomach again and again and again, and Blake didn't want them to stop. She wished she understood.
The silence enveloped them once more. There was no sound but the wind and the soothing rocking of the waves against the shore. With Yang, it was easy not to talk, too, which Blake appreciated.
It was beginning to grow cold. The sunset was fading to black, and day was turning to night, and the water was also growing colder. They would have to return to Beacon soon.
"It's getting late." Blake said.
Yang leaned back, her weight balanced on her palms. "We should head back soon." She said, and her violet eyes turned towards Blake. "You know, I think we might have more free time for a while now that Roman is gone."
Blake gave a small nod. Where was Yang going with this?
"And, well, that means we'll probably have time to go out more often."
"I guess so." Blake said. "I hadn't really thought about it."
"Well think about it now." Yang was suddenly sitting up again, looking at Blake with new found determination. "Blake, now that Roman is gone, now that we have more free time, I'd like to take you out."
"Take me…out?"
"Yeah." Yang said, nodding in confirmation. "On a date."
Oh.
Oh.
"Yang, we've talked about this. Do you really think it's such a good idea?"
Yang shuffled closer and waved the question away. "Nah." She said, smiling. "I know it's a brilliant idea."
Blake swallowed. They'd kissed only once – only once, and it was only a small thing – but now Yang was so close to her and was staring at her with eyes that were soft and silly but had this intensity in them that left Blake speechless. "You do?"
Yang leaned in. "Uhuh." She whispered. "And with your permission, I'd like to kiss you."
Blake closed her eyes and closed the distance.
And, when their lips joined, it was like the world fell in shatters around them. A world without Yang, without her witty remarks, bad puns, and unwavering confidence, without her love and her kindness and her kisses, that was not a real world. This was the real world, and this world was perfect.
When they parted, breathless, Blake could only mutter "okay."
Yang licked her lips and brought the two of them together again.