Summary: Blake takes a moment to step away and struggles to bring her feelings to words. Sun only wants to be there, even if it means he can't do anything except be present.
Rating: Teen
When times come to be dire, there is no place like home.
Or so thought Blake Belladonna.
Her hopes were to isolate from the rest of the world, from the issues that came and went like the flow of the sea in her homeland.
And now, here she was.
When her thoughts became so loud, so oppressive, so uncertain, she did not know.
Blake settled herself in the humid warmth of the harbor. She leaned over the worn metal railing of the port, her skin prickling from the cold metal, watching the crimson sun descend in the distance. It was no lie that she missed home, but to be back here, with no plan and no idea what came next was a lot for one person to handle. She wondered if she had done the right thing to come back. But she wanted nothing more than to be in the presence of home.
And once again, here she was.
If she focused hard enough on the setting sun, she could see the gentle progress it made on its descent. The waves broke against the port, crashing gently below her boots. In those small moments, it felt like nothing mattered.
“Mind a friend?” A familiar voice approached from behind, his sunny hair sweeping over from the incoming wind off the busy sea.
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The room was dark and Sun’s mind was hazy. Probably too much of that hardy red wine at the party, he thought.
He could still hear the music drifting through the oak double doors as he made his way over to the comfiest-looking couch in his father’s study. A few minutes of sleep wouldn’t hurt. And afterward, he’d be back out in the party where throngs of people talking about nothing awaited him.
Sun collapsed on the couch, facing the window where that faced the woods out back of the house. Branches swayed in the moonlight, lulling his eyes shut.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep when a hand clamped down over his mouth.
“Shhhhhhhh.”
Though he couldn’t see in the dark, a pair of eyes the color of amber, eyes you could get lost in, stared down at him.
“I’m not here to hurt you,” a voice in the dark said. Whoever she was, she’d drawn the curtains shut since the whole room was now dark.
“I’m here for the safe. Do you know the combination? Blink once for yes, twice for no.”
Sun blinked twice.
A sigh from the dark brushed against his face.
“Do you know anyone who does know?”
Sun blinked twice. Another sigh.
The hand was removed from his mouth. Sun sat up and looked in what he assumed was the direction that the woman (he could tell from the voice) was standing.
“Why do you want to steal from Dad’s safe?” he asked.
“Who says I want to steal from him?”
“Fair enough.”
As his eyes adjusted to the dark, Sun could see the lithe figure of a woman, dressed all in the classic black cat burglar’s attire.
“But you could call it a hunch. Can I open the curtains? No-one will see in her unless they’re out back.”
The woman didn’t say anything for about a minute before she said, “yes, you may.”
Sun rose and went to the window, pulling the curtains aside and allowing the moonlight to stream in.
Sun turned and felt the air evacuate his lungs.
The thief was nothing short of…there were too many adjectives to describe her. High feline cheekbones, rich tawny skin, amber eyes you could get lost in, black hair that looked like a fountain falling from the ponytail it was in.
 “Something wrong?” the thief asked, a hand on her hip.
“No,” Sun said, clearing his throat, “just... wondering what you wanted to steal.”
The thief frowned at him, as if considering whether she should knock him out or not. Finally, she sighed.
“There’s something of mine in there,” she said, “a deed.”
“Yeah, dad said something about winning a deed off of someone,” Sun said, scratching his chin, “some chump named “Jack” or “John.”
“Well, it’s the deed to the island my parents live on.”
Parents living on an island? That sounded familiar...
“And we’ve been letting people live on it when they’ve got no place to go. And if we don’t get it back…”
“Say no more,” Sun said. Walking over to a painting of Hanuman that hung in his father’s desk, Sun slid the painting out of the way, revealing a slate grey safe door.
“8-31-13. If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen, making sure we have some coffee to fight the hangover I’m gonna have.”
“Wait!”
Sun stopped and turned to face the thief again. Her expression had changed from exasperation to something Sun would compare to a lost kitten.
“I just admitted I was going to rob you,” she said, confusion lacing her voice.
“No, you admitted you needed help. And if you wait until I leave, I won’t be lying when I say I didn’t see anything.”
The thief looked like she was about to say something, but she never got the chance. The door knob began to jiggle and muffled voices came from behind the door.
This was not good. If this woman was found here...
Sun turned around to fully face the thief.
“I’m really sorry about this.”
“About wh—…”
Sun bounded across the room and grabbed the thief, dipping her like he’d seen Clarke Gable do to Vivian Leigh on a Gone with the Wind poster. Hopefully, with his back to the door, the people coming in wouldn’t get a good look at her and just assume she was a party goer he was getting fresh with. He might’ve just been imagining it, but he could have sworn that the thief made a humming noise. When she started carding her hands through his hair, he had to wonder if she was knew hidden from the door’s view.
The door swung open and slammed against the wall. Sun broke the kiss (the thief chasing after him) and turned to look at the door.
“Taken!” he said.
There was a yelp and the door slammed shut again.
Sun righted the thief so they were both upright again.
“Sorry,” he said, “you can slap me if you want.”
“Wha?”
The thief looked up at him with a glazed expression.
“Because I blitz-kissed you,” Sun said, not really getting why she hadn’t gotten mad, “Like a weirdo?”
“Wha—oh!”
The woman took her arms from around his neck and withdrew, her eyes suddenly zeroing in on her boots.
“It’s… it’s nothing really.”
Well, at least she didn’t think he was a creep. Sun turned to go, but the Thief grabbed his hand before he could go.
“Um…”
The thief met his eyes and smiled for the first time that night. A stunning sight, really.
"Thank you.”
Sun smiled back.
“Don’t mention it,” he said, “Just… try to stay out of trouble.”
The thief leaned in and left a kiss on his cheek, sending heat into Sun’s cheeks.
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“Fuck this heat…” Nora Valkyrie whined, carrying herself on Yang Xiao Long’s back as Yang took a mental note about how that would’ve been her line.
If escaping Atlas was littered with red tape, then flying (relatively) safely to Vacuo was like duct taping yourself to a revved-up chainsaw.Â
There were no AK droids or shell-shocked lumberjack-looking General headasses (seriously James, take your court martial like a man) to drag them into anything they were all just through a month ago into the war.
Still, being escorted to the city by a bunch of Vacuan mercenaries was probably more merciful than whatever haircuts or puffy outfits they were given from their time from being conscripted by Ironwood, probably without authority from the Council (General James “fuck-you-I-have-two-seats-on-the-Council” Ironwood) in the gang’s whole black ops stint.
All things considered, this was a lot more welcoming than being drafted into the “Greatest Kingdom’s” side of the war with how they weren’t so great and hiding how much their leadership sucked at communicating with one another.
Politics. The brass. Martial law. Friendly fire incidents. Good times.
Ruby trudged ahead of the group, with Qrow trying to save the water in his flask while he was surprisingly adamant in pushing forward through the dunes. It was a good thing that he sobered up in time for this trip, knowing how it would be hell on dehydration.
“At least we’re not…Having to face any AK droids for a while.” Weiss thought out loud.
“Come on, Weiss-cream.” Yang grunted. “Maybe we’ll get you a new manicure by the time we arrive at Shade.” She joked.
Weiss shook her head.
“She might need more than a manicure.” Ren interjected.
“No-no, she’s right.” Weiss mentioned. “Heiress or no, I think we could all use a touch-up.” She concluded, wincing at the idea of sand going down her dress.
“I hate sand.” Jaune spoke next. “It’s coarse, rough, irritating and it- -“
“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.” Yang warned.
“…And it gets everywhere.” Jaune taunted.
“I’m gonna smash your balls when we get home.” Yang said with a glare to him.
“How do- -How do you know I’m not into that?” Jaune remarked.
“Guys, can we please argue about which trilogy had the worse writing later?” Ruby begged.
“Much as I would like to learn about movies outside of my homestead, Ruby’s right.” Oscar spoke. “We’re almost there, then we can relax before meeting Theodore.” He added.
Qrow looked over, thankful that at least Ozpin insisted that they still act like teenagers in between all the missions and such. One thing he certainly got right.
“Hey, buddy.” Qrow said to the caravan leader. “How much further?”
“Almost dere, Mr. Branwen.” He spoke, inspecting his weapon behind his shades. “Ya don’t wanna get eaten by a mole crab, do ya?”
“Not exactly.” Qrow grunted.
“Den sit tight, we gonna be dere in no time.”
Soon as they arrived, Professor Theodore had granted the group a hotel to stay at before meeting with her on the Shade campus.
A rare sight this type of hotel was in Vacuo. Let alone something with this many accommodations. Soon as the gang arrived, a cold shower was in order followed by orders from Theodore to relax before the big meeting.
QROWBYJNR sat in the hotel’s pool area, finally being able to catch a breather along with some cooling off in the drink. Oscar stood at the corner reading one of Ozpin’s journals away from the group.
Blake decided to accompany him in the reading with a copy of <i>Zaibatsu Unlimited</i> she had meant to continue reading for a while now. Sort of a corporate espionage thriller about a power struggle between Mistral’s corporate elite in a deadly arms race on the stock market.
Ren sat with Weiss and Nora, figuring a tan wouldn’t hurt with how they were gonna be here for a while. Jaune got to work on a game of pool volleyball teaming up with Ruby, while Yang and Qrow played against them.
Oscar looked up with a cocked eyebrow, observing his friends finally being able to relax for the time being. He looked back at the Ozpin journal that he retrieved from the Atlas vault, then back and forth at the gang while he spoke to Oz privately.
Penny for your thoughts. Oscar spoke.
As long as you are all rested for this whole journey. He said.
Oz. How do you feel about reunions after living for so long? The host asked.
You are asking me? The wizard replied. Well, I suppose apart from all the betrayals and twists/turns I’ve been part of lately, I would say that reunions are best saved for when you can savor the moment.
Yeah. Oscar thought. If Theodore is in on it, feels like we gotta make it on our own. Did you miss Theodore?
”Missing” would imply that I would be welcoming to the Headmistress. I am not easily welcoming on the inside, Oscar. Perhaps I am the wrong person to ask about this.
Oscar squinted.
I get that we have to be more careful and not trust anyone, but you could at least act like you care. Your former students could be here too.
I suppose. Ozpin said with a sigh. Perhaps you are better equipped for this since only a select few people know that we are one at this time.
Because I’m a teenager like the others here? He interrogated.
No, I just feel that you are a more appealing individual in your age group. The wizard answered. Just so nobody else is out to kill us.
“Wow.” Oscar scoffed out loud, briefly catching Blake’s attention. Just put an arrow above my head of how cute I’m supposed to be while you’re at it.
Ruby roared, banking the volleyball around Yang. But Qrow briefly shifted into a bird, headbutting the ball right between the team leaders who dodged it.
“Hey, that’s cheating!” Jaune barked.
“Oh yeah?” Qrow said as he shifted back into a man. “Well, you’ve got banana hair!” He said as he shrugged at his blonde niece.
Weiss raised her sunglasses, squinting at the Huntsman’s remark while she turned around onto her stomach to tan her back next.
Jaune retaliated, by throwing the ball back in an attempt to get Yang to tilt by punching the ball open. Nora looked up from her seat, seeing her boyfriend meditating as he and her finally got a form of that beach day that she wanted so bad.
“I believe that Qrow has run out of remarks from Mr. Xiao Long’s joke book.” Ren observed.
“Feh.” Nora said with a shrug. “Just let him ramble, Renny.”
Ruby tried to Petal Burst her way around the net, only to create a cyclone which nearly sucked in Jaune. Qrow’s misfortune kicked in, causing the ball to hit Ruby in the side of her head at whoever tried sending it back.
“Oww, dang it!” Ruby cried out as she regained her footing the water. “Watch where you’re throwing!” She argued.
“Now who threw that?” Weiss inquired, raising her shades, and stopping at the familiar face before her.
Said familiar face had winced at his shot with Qrow attempting (and failing) to casually avoid the scene while Jaune carried Ruby out who rubbed her head.
“Sorry!” The familiar face shouted. “I didn’t mean to- -Sorry, guys!” He spoke.
Blake looked up at the voice, who wore yellow/blue swim trunks and had a noticeable monkey tail. She immediately got up, tackling her former squeeze from behind who yelped.
“Sun!” She cried out in joy.
“Blake!” Sun Wukong had called in return, setting her down and attempting to give his love interest a hug.Â
Blake however, used one of her Shadow Clones to fool him and give the Huntsman an actual embrace after being away for some time.
Weiss sat up, greeting Neptune as well. A nervous meeting on her part due to how little they spoke during Vytal. But Nep was more than willing to let bygones be bygones in showing off his red speedo. Weiss blushed in hoping that she would be the one to clear things up.
Blake and Sun let go from their embrace, as she had never been more alive to see him until now.
“I know it hasn’t been that long.” Blake said first. “I know you pointed out that I didn’t need you anymore, but…Well, considering how poorly Atlas went, I kinda needed to see someone like you.” She sheepishly admitted.
“That bad, huh?” He asked.
“Yeah.” Blake sighed. “I know my hair isn’t properly rendered, either.” She muttered.
“Huh?” Sun asked.
“N-Nothing.” Blake retorted. “Though I imagine you’d probably come up with a better name for it than Yang. Called it the “bi bob” or something.”
“It’s a working title!” Yang argued while busy ogling Sage and Neptune.
“Ruby? Jaune?” Coco Adel asked with her teammates on CFVY not far behind. “What the hell are you guys doing here?” She inquired with lowered shades.
“He-hey, Coco.” Jaune said in an attempt to be suave while healing Ruby’s volleyball-shaped bruise. “See, it’s a funny story. We were called here by Theodore to investigate some Grimm trouble. Like you were…I think.” He flatly stated.
“Heh, great to see you guys too.” Coco spoke. Velvet stood by her side with her hands down. “I’m guessing you could use some lessons on team leadership from me and Sun?” She assumed.
“We are 100% fully functional on being team leaders, thank you.” Ruby argued, having just regained her vision.
“Yet you can’t watch your back at volleyball. Not the best aim there, luv.” Velvet joked. “Right, how about your focus on that Zaibatsu copy compared to Sun's arse and muscles, Blake?” She joked to her cat friend.
“Oh, HA-HA!” Sun angrily replied, blushing.
“It was just a kiss on the cheek, Velvet.” Blake retaliated with an eyeroll.
“I believe ya.” The hare said. “Of course, Sun worded it differently.” She fibbed.
“No he didn't, Bun.” Coco said while giving her friend a skeptical glare behind her shades. Had it not been in public with their First Year friends, she would've given Velvet a stern talking to about who pulled that off better.
While the two lovely ladies of Team CFVY bickered as to who would/wouldn’t get the ball gag, Blake grasped her arm anxiously while Sun awaited her response.
“You, um…Wanna get lunch to make up for lost time?” She hesitantly asked.
Sun instantly beamed, knowing how much of a relief they both needed from Remnant going down the tubes.
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Blacksun week 2020: day 4-RomanticÂ
i really lost track of time, i thought today was day 3, so i drew this for the fourth day.
I wanted to draw blake with long hair and tree´s, many tree’s, because i’m a lazy tree (it´s a bad pun i know), but still idk if i’m doing good but still i hope someone likes it!
