Warnings: Girl penis Blake. Pollination. Mild lime and light lemons. Possibly shoddy editing. Further explanations in the author's note below.

Patchwork and Patched Up

At first, it was just a onetime fling. A few too many beers, a dare, and an ego trip. Then, it became a dirty little truth. She hadn't been able to acknowledge it, at least at first. Over time, this it became something more. Something larger than just herself, and her own selfish whims. It was above and beyond normalcy, and the inexplicability of it all made it harder to deal with.

They never gave it a name…what they felt.

Never committed, because the truth as teenage girls was too much to handle. So, this would be the last time. Weiss promised herself that. It was the night of their graduation, and it was time to say goodbye to her younger self…to her free-spirited nature…say goodbye to everything that she ever wanted, so that she could do what she needed.

So that she could keep her promises.

"Don't stop." She breathed desperately. "Don't stop." Hips gyrating as she lost herself in her passion, mind going numb as she tried to prolong the feeling, least she lose it forever. It was all too fleeting. The feelings and emotions she knew she would have to let go of. As soon as her sanity touched ground, it would all be over. That terrified her.

She didn't want to let go of this. Of them.

Of those hands caressing her body, of the people she'd learned to love. Yang's lips were on her own, claiming a heated kiss. Blake was lower still, tonguing her most sensitive flesh with rabid abandon.

Weiss didn't want to go back to Atlas.

Beacon was her home. These people, they were her family. She wasn't sure when exactly she'd come to that conclusion. It had to have been sometime betwixt the cold nights on missions, and the warmth that only Yang and Blake could provide. Someplace between the divide of frustration and comradery. Between racial diversity, and bloodline. They were the unlikeliest of couples, the strangest group of lovers that Weiss had ever even fathomed.

Why else would a Faunus be coaxing her from the most blissful, emotional orgasm, of her life? Why else would she be brought to the verge of tears knowing, deep down, this was the last time? With clarity came a sob, strong arms hoisted her up into the tightest hug she had ever known. Yang to her front, Blake to her back, cocooning her. Soft murmurs, sweet nothings, and the sound of purring.

"I don't want to go."

"We know." Yang cajoled. "We don't want you to either. That's why you should stay. Come live in Patch, with us."

"I can't do that, Yang." Weiss sighed, even though she held tighter. Afraid, if she didn't, this would all be over. "I want to, but I can't."

"We know." Blake's assurance was the reasonable answer. Kisses pressed across a bare shoulder. Promises Blake wished to etch there, just under the surface. She couldn't, even as her lips quivered, silencing all of the things she couldn't say.

Several Years Later…

Numb.

She felt numb.

Empty, like a shell of her former image. She'd felt that way for a while. She'd gone to Atlas, gotten married, and lived the life she had always been expected to. Now, those expectations had also turned to ash. She wasn't just burying her husband. She was burying her promises to her father, and her claim to her company.

She couldn't do this again. She couldn't bed another man, feeling disgusting all the while. She couldn't remarry, and hate herself. She couldn't forgive every single time she felt ready to toss herself off the nearest balcony, and pray that her aura didn't activate. She was tired of faking smiles, and holding back sighs.

Frowning at her own broken, sordid lie, she threw away the birth control that she'd been taking because she wouldn't…couldn't bring herself to carry her husband's child. Those pills were buried along with him too. Even though he was a good man. A kind one. If not a bit flirtatious and slightly scatterbrained at times, he had never done her wrong. Not once. In spite of this, she could never bring herself to love him as a wife should.

As a dear friend yes, but as a lover, no.

So, as she sat there watching his casket lowering in mind numbing agony, her eyes burned too. And though many thought she was morning her lover, she was mourning her friend instead. Their shared dreams, their shared promises. Of all the things they said they would do, back when they were students. What added to the dreary afternoon was that he man next to her, his best friend, cried too.

The both of them defeated. In a show of solidarity, he could do little more than put his hand on her shoulder.

"I don't know what I should do." She murmured.

"Go home, Weiss." Sun Wukong replied. "Go home. Live the life you always wanted to live…"

"I can't do that, Sun."

"You owe it to him." Sun said, gripping his black slacks. "Neptune was a smug bastard, Weiss, but he was your smug bastard…and he cared. He wanted you to be happy." He flicked his thumb behind him. Yang, Ruby, and Blake sat one row back. "They made you happy. They made your life worth something more than all of this horseshit…you owe it to him, and them… and you. So just…go home."

"That's not my life anymore."

"It can be." Sun said. "All you got to do is take it."

The service was long since over, and Weiss had been sitting there long enough. Looking at that open grave with dirt being tossed in. She stood up and squared her shoulders. Sun, didn't move. It was better that way. Sun had always been there with Neptune, and he would sit there until all of the dirt was placed. That was just his way. Their way. That indisputable bond, that even in death, could not, would not be broken.

She lifted her blue eyed gaze. There, the family she had left behind stood. She'd seen them often times in passing, called them often. The bond they shared hadn't been broken either. Weiss stood still as she looked over at the two Faunus children and the parents who raised them. Blake in the middle, her son holding her hand, and Yang's. On the other side, her daughter bridge the gap between Blake and Ruby.

This was the family Weiss wanted to have, the one she denied herself out of a false sense of duty.

The same one that encased her in a hug that transcended years of unspoken phrases. And the head of that happy, if not obscure family, spoke ever so softly. Three simple little words that Yang and Ruby had always said so easily…but that Blake had not…could not…because at that time so long ago, she had been unable. "I love you." Blake said with such a gentle firmness it was hard to believe it was happening. "We love you, Weiss. You can stop now…you can come home."

AYangThang: I have no excuse for this head-crack. We can all clearly see that idiocy happened here.

Shorter chapters, no guaranteed update routine. Just something I fidget with during bouts of writers block. Purely a medium to dump all of my less than stellar ideas. Don't expect amazing quality. This is sort of just gets puked upon the page. Anyway, take it as you will, and as it stands chapter by chapter.

Pairings are as follows: Blake/Ruby/Weiss, and Blake/Yang/Weiss. There's no sexually romantic Enabler. Though, you can expect the lines between sisters and something more to blurred a little bit.