A quick self-indulgent post-TF story in which the reader finds themselves as Yang Xiao Long from RWBY. This is probably the most overtly "vent"-y piece I'll ever do, but I still like posting everything I make.
Warning: The subject matter of this story may cause dissociation, if you are susceptible to that. Proceed with caution.

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“Yang...?”

You jolt awake suddenly, breathing heavily as your body shakes from stress. The sight that welcomes you, however, does little to ease the worry. The room you've awoken to feels completely unfamiliar – certainly not the bed you had fallen asleep in, or even close to it. At the same time, though, it begins to fill you with a growing sense of familiarity and comfort. You brush away the hair that had fallen into your sight, but stop in your tracks as you notice its lusciousness and striking blond hue.

In an instant, you become much more aware of yourself. Your hair had not just changed in color; it had filled out and grown immensely, with its golden beauty now flowing all the way down to your waist. In fact, your entire body had undeniably changed. In every conceivable way, you were a woman beyond a shadow of a doubt – and a gorgeous one, at that. Your well-endowed figure was complimented by tight muscle; a physique you certainly had not fallen asleep with. Actually, had you grown taller as well?

You look to your side to find the source of the voice – a beautiful black-haired lady, adorned with familiar cat ears atop her head. As you stare into her dazzling amber-colored eyes, you finally process that it's none other than Blake Belladonna, lying comfortably by your side. She looks at you with concern, her hand placed lovingly on your shoulder. With that, you realize exactly what's going on.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, “You looked like you were having a nightmare...”

“I- uh, well-” You stumble over your words in confusion, trying to process what this all meant. Your memories told of years of suffering, trapped in an unfamiliar world in a body you couldn't recognize as your own. It all felt so vivid, so real, that returning to the waking world was disorienting. Was that really all it was?

Yet at the same time, the more you collect your thoughts, the more it made sense. Thoughts and memories re-solidified in your brain, unmistakably reassuring that you had only ever been Yang Xiao Long. The journey you had shared with your team, everything you had fought for together, and the love you held for your girlfriend and sister - they all felt far more personal than anything from that supposed nightmare. You nod meekly, still dazed from the realization.

“Oh...” she sighs sympathetically, pulling herself closer at the same time. “Hey, it's okay. I'm here for you.”

Blake wraps her arms around your body, and you melt into the sheer warmth of the embrace. Somehow it felt like you had lived an eternity without this touch, and the relief it brought was indescribable. You begin sobbing into her shoulder, letting out an entire life's worth of bottled-up distress and pain. Deep in your heart, you truly knew that everything was finally going to be okay.

In response to your emotion, she moves her hand up to the back of your head, softly brushing your hair. “That bad, huh?”

You exhale and try to compose yourself. “You have no idea.”

“Was it about your arm again?”

Instinctively, you look down and remember what she's talking about. In place of your right arm rested a metallic plate, marking the point it had once been severed. Its robotic replacement rested on the bedside table, ready for whenever you needed to get up.

You gently pick up the prosthetic and fasten it back on for the day, feeling the sensation return as it clicks comfortably into place. Out of habit, you gently move it around and flex your hand – everything seems normal. It was still a strange experience, but you had gotten used to it with time.

“No, it was about-” Your words trail off, the details of the dream slipping away more and more with each passing second. “It was about, uhh...”

Nothing. Even as you wrack your brain for an answer, you can't recall a single detail of what caused all that distress. Whatever horrors had plagued you mere minutes ago were nowhere to be found, and there was nothing left to bring you pain.

You can't help but let out a little chuckle. “I guess it wasn't that big of a deal, huh?”

Blake smiles as she crawls out of bed and begins moving towards the door. “Well, whenever you're ready, we've got a big mission lined up today. We should try to be there early, just in case.” she says, turning back to look at you again. Within seconds, though, she falls backward onto the bed once more, her hand gently placed atop your own. “Or we could sleep in a little longer.”

Relief and comfort washes over your entire body, reassuring you that everything is right. This is who you are. This is where you belong.

“Yeah, I think... that would be really nice.”