#!cop

So you get younger Blake/older Weiss and since you specified Wolfy I figured, why not, let's make this the cop AU, I haven't done anything for that recently. I hope you enjoy it!

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The moments had become few and far between, as Blake adjusted to her—her new life. Because that was what this was, now. She couldn’t run from it anymore. Her life as a member of White Fang was over, and now she was just Blake Belladonna: sixteen years old, about to turn seventeen soon, and tentatively looking over Beacon once Weiss had dropped the subject.

She had been given back Gambol Shroud, though she was still being fiercely monitored. Weiss had pulled some strings, had gotten her a local job at a library to keep her from going mad with boredom. She visited with Eve and Odelle, and her cousin wasn’t above crashing into the library during her work hours.

And when her shift was over she walked the short distance to Weiss’s apartment. It was… nice. She had a life. A new life.

But sometimes, she just… still missed White Fang. Missed what it had been. And more than anything, she missed Adam.

It had hit her this time in the middle of the night, waking her up from what had been a relatively peaceful, if dreamless sleep. Weiss was warm beside her, her breathing deep and even, canine ears relaxed and loose; ever since they’d started having sex regularly, the cop had given up and had let Blake stay in her room.

At least she hadn’t woken up crying, even if she could hear the hitch in her breath and feel the tears stinging at her eyes. At least she hadn’t woken up Weiss.

Weiss.

Weiss was next to her. The cop that had annoyed her, infuriated her, confused her at every turn. Taking a deep, shaking breath, the feline faunus turned and wrapped her arms tight around the older woman, buried her face in her shoulder and clung.

When Weiss’s arms came around her, warm and gentle, fingers tangling in her hair and stroking her ears, Blake managed a weak, choked purr. The cop’s lips brushed against her forehead, and the former terrorist sniffled.

Weiss knew Odelle Belladonna, of course. The young woman had been hired to do some promotional images for Eve's latest album, and by all accounts the two of them got along well. Perhaps a little too well; Weiss still remembered how Eve had encouraged the two of them to go out for a night on the town.

All because Odelle was her age, and single. They'd gotten along well enough, but they hadn't clicked. Eve, thank God, hadn't pushed the issue, and it had never come up again.

And oh, sure, she had noticed that Odelle had lately taken to hanging around Eve's house whenever she visited. When she had asked her mother about it, the older woman had admitted that Odelle had moved out of her family home, and needed somewhere to stay.

(She hadn't smelled it, back then; that faint scent of sex and spice that now always lingered around the home, if you were sharp enough. Back then they'd concealed it.)

Bu Weiss hadn't truly known about it until her scroll went off one morning, a few months after Odelle had settled at Eve's home and never left. "Weiss Schnee speaking," she said.

An entirely too pleased with herself voice drifted over the line. "Guess who's dating your mom, chiot!"

Weiss always knew when one young Blake Belladonna was arrested. The first hint had really been that they had been called in to break up a rally turned violent when White Fang had arrived; wherever White Fang was, Blake was never too far behind. Weiss hadn't been there this time, she'd been filing some old case reports back at the precinct.

The second hint was that her work on that had been disrupted by one immensely grumpy chief--"You're up in interrogation, Schnee." She only ever got specific requests whenever Blake was involved. This was hardly the girl's first arrest, and frankly Weiss was the only one on the force left who had any patience with her.

The wolf faunus sighed deeply, eyed her unfinished stack of case work, and shrugged. She got to her feet, brushing herself off.

Honestly. Her only regret was that she hadn't been able to arrest the girl herself. Whoever had brought Blake in had no doubt treated her roughly, which meant she would be in for a... fun time.

Wonderful.

She bypassed milk this time--with the mood Blake was probably in, she'd accuse Weiss of being racist--and instead dropped by to get some coffee, pure black for herself and one with plenty of cream and no sugar. Balancing the two drinks, she nudged the door open with her hip, slid it across the table to the scowling girl.