A/N: The following was derived from the following writing prompt on my Tumblr:
For a prompt maybe Yang rescues a box of abandoned kittens and Blake is so proud and happy of her girlfriend and they take them to a rescue centre. :D
Maybe it was Yang's influence. Looking at the scrambling, meowing, tumbling, keening, crying,multiple-headed mass of fur and felines in the slightly warm towel on the table, Blake could only think of the word "cat-cophony."
And how thankful she was she didn't have to think of the word "cat-coffin-y". Even if she was fond of darker humor, as a general rule.
"Mrow!" the red one cried as it leapt on – near – the white one. He was where the "tumbling" part came in.
It had been a cacophony that they'd come into Blake's life in the first place, too. But that was more of Yang's influence showing.
It had been nearly a scene from one of Blake's novels – a bright flash of flame and light as the door burst open, and the red in Yang's eyes and the glowing of her hair did nothing to show her divine rage at the world's injustice nearly as well as the set of her jaw. Clutching something cardboard to her chest, Yang had stormed in like the storm behind her, a blaze of lightning and thundering anger that could only have signified that someone had screwed up badly enough to punish an entire city for it.
Anything left in that storm would be drowned within minutes.
But four familiar-seeming souls, held in Yang's righteous fury made manifest, were as dry as though they had protective ring of sunshine above its head.
Screw the universe and its storms. Yang had people to protect. And Blake had a towel and some warm milk to get from the kitchen.
They were safe, now, because of Yang. Safe, dry, warm little kitties, protected from the harshness of the world outside by the blazing of her soul.
The comparisons wrote themselves, really.
"How are our kids doing?" A towel-wrapped head poked over Blake's shoulder. Hot showers always did wonders to help Yang calm down.
Blake didn't let her eyes linger on the claw marks running up and down her girlfriend's arm. "They're, in a word, rambunctious." A kiss to the cheek – she was still smoldering, a little. "Thanks to you."
Yang shrugged. "Anyone would've done the same thing."
Blake had learned long ago not to argue with Yang, even when she was absolutely wrong. She always won anyway. "The yellow one seems to think I saved it, judging by how affectionate it is."
"Mew." Little Yellow confirmed, rubbing its head against Blake's hand.
"Hey." Yang could never really fake anger. Her soul always crept through the cracks in the form of a smile. "Get away from my girlfriend."
"It's too late, Yang." Blake held Little Yellow close to her cheek. It kept rubbing. "I have already been seduced."
"Oh, that's the way it's gonna be, is it? Well, you're not the only kitten I've got at my fingertips!" The black cat hissed and swung its paw at Yang's outstretched finger."Ah, fiesty! I like you."
"I like all of them, actually." Blake reached over to pet the black one. It purred, instead of hissing. Ha-ha. "They're all absolutely adorable."
"Darn tootin'!" Double pistols and a wink, in the direction of the most special snowflake there. "Most cutest little balls of fluff in the world, yes they are! Yes they are!"
"Meow," the little white one acknowledged, even as it dodged another flying tackle from the rusty one. Multi-talented, that cat.
As Yang picked up the white one and tickled it under its chin – best to constrain the ego while one had the chance – Blake supposed it was her turn to say something. And she knew what she wanted to say.
But.
But.
She took a moment. Looked at Yang. For a bit.
She looked at the scratches on her limbs – one on her cheek. She looked at the sparkle of her eyes. She looked at the way she held the kitten in her arms, so soft and, she knew from experience, so warm and safe. Like home.
She remembered a pure-hearted and protective fury that could burn down empires.
Blake had never believed in heroes – and then she'd ended up dating someone who literally stopped to save kittens they found on the sidewalk.
The thought made her heart race, somehow.
Best to drag reality into the situation before she gave the kittens a show their innocent eyes weren't prepared to see. "Unfortunately, as much as our little bundles of joy may redefine the phrase 'cutie pies', we can't keep them. This is strictly a one-cat household, after all." A twitch of her own faunus features emphasized her point.
"So that means I can keep one of them, right?" Yang's grin was, in a word, rambunctious. "I mean, not like either one of us are cats!"
Between Yang saying stuff like that and the cat rubbing her cheek, they were going to be able to make orange, soon, here. "I am certain the two of you planned this, somehow." Blake passed the tiny yellow kitten over to Yang. Best to hedge her bets. "Alright, fine, you can keep one of them, and the other three can go to the rescue center. On one condition."
"I'll feed him, and clean up after him, and make sure he has plenty of exercise, and -"
A roll of the eyes – but Blake's heart was never in it. "Alright, fine, two conditions. The second one is: I don't want to hear anything about you having named him 'Blake Jr.' or 'Yang Jr.'"
"Aw, come on, Blake." Yang grinned like, well, like a Cheshire. "'Course I was planning on letting you name him!"
Sometimes, Blake's girlfriend simply didn't leave her with any other options but to kiss her. "Yang Xiao Long, you are positively the cat's meow."