Well since no one else seemed to be in a hurry to do it, I decided to write about Kali showing the others Blake’s baby pictures myself

Blake wanted to die.

She wanted the ground beneath her to open up and swallow her whole, never to see the light of day again.

No death could ever compare to the pain of the first-hand embarrassment her mother was currently subjecting her to.

“-and this was Blake’s very first steps! After that, we could barely keep up with her while she ran around!” A chorus of awws sounded out around the table as the team peered down at the picture book Kali had unfolded for them to see. Blake sat opposite of her mother; head buried in her hands.

It had been an uneventful couple of days, (as uneventful as Vacuo could get). With Salem’s forces hot on their tails, they had no choice but to lie low in the hazardous deserts of Vacuo while they planned their next move. With the relic of destruction in Salem’s arsenal, they couldn’t risk exposing their location to her hoard of Grimm or minions, hence, they were forced to lie low, lest they risk losing the relic of knowledge, or their lives as well. With the somber mood of fear and defeat still fresh on their minds, they have been sure to keep themselves busy so as to avoid the grimm finding them anyway. As it stands with Vacuo’s already insane wildlife, that was the very last thing they needed.

On the upside, it had been a pleasant surprise to run into her parents, as well as team SSSN and Ilia again. With the new white fang managing a steady growth in Mistral, Ghira had seen it pertinent to find more potential members in Vacuo, where the relationship between human and faunus has always been more comparatively amicable.

With tensions high and moods low, Kali had found the “perfect” solution to get everyone smiling again. Although, at Blake’s expense.

“Aww here was Blake’s first bath-“

“MOM!” Blake’s head slammed against the table as her face grew more and more red. Of all the things her mother had chosen to pack while the faunus militia embarked to save Haven, why in the world had the family picture book been one of them?! Her friends weren’t helping her mood much either, cooing and giggling at the images of her younger self as if they had never seen a baby before.

“Blake!” Ruby squealed as she covered her mouth with two clenched fists, her eyes wide and adoring. “You were such a cute baby! Aww look at her cute little fingers! Aaa I’m gonna die!”

Weiss wasn’t fairing much better. “Look at her hugging her little toy too! It’s as big as her!” Kali laughed at that.

“Oh goodness! I had almost forgotten about that stuffed lion we got her at her 2 years birthday. She carried that toy everywhere! Even practiced roaring with it when she thought we couldn’t hear her! What was it she called it again? “Roary”?” Blake crossed her arms in front of her and looked to the side, avoiding the curious gazes aimed at her. Her ears flickered in irritation for a few seconds before she sighed and begrudgingly mumbled the answer.

“What?” Yang asked her with a teasing grin.

“Huggy!” Blake exclaimed. Her face burning red all the way to the tip of her ears. “I called him Huggy…”

“Oh, that’s right!” Kali said in the midst of the lighthearted laughter. “Blake loved hugging him so much that “Huggy” just stuck.” She chuckled.

“What happened to Huggy?” Sun asked, because of course he would ask that.

“Oh, nothing at all,” Kali said, turning to the next page. “Blake simply got too old to play with him, but I couldn’t get myself to just throw him out, so he actually came with us in our possessions when Ghira and I moved to Menagerie.”

“There’s not a chance you also took him with you to Haven, right?” Ilia inquired. Kali grew suspiciously silent and Blake looked incredulously at her mother.

“…You did not take my childhood toy with you while we were marching a counter-attack on the other side of the world. For the love of the gods, tell me you didn’t take Huggy with you.” Blake could feel her sanity depleting with every second Kali omitted an answer.

It disappeared completely when she shot her daughter a guilty smile.

“I just wanted something to remember you by…”

“You already had the pictures!”

“Wait,” Yang stopped them both before Blake could go into an enraged tirade. “Is Huggy actually here? You’re not joking with us?” Kali, grateful for any chance to avoid her daughter’s verbal retribution, left her seat and walked over to the side of the couch where she and Ghira kept their least essential items. In a matter of seconds, she took out an old and worn stuffed lion, one eye missing and with its fur matted and missing in some places – clearly it had seen a lot of years of use and love by the youngest cat faunus in her youth. Blake hated herself for it, but she couldn’t help the way her ears twitched at the sight of the familiar toy.

Kali grinned when she noticed her daughter’s reaction.

“You want to hold him-”

“NO.”

Blake stormed out of the room to the sound of roaring laughter. She would get them all for this.

Yang might also have invoked her girlfriend’s wrath, but if she woke up one night to get a glass of water, and incidentally saw Blake, asleep on the living room couch, with Huggy clutched tightly against her chest… Well, it was only logical for her to lie herself down beside her, blocking the view of the toy from the entrance to the living room.

That’s just what good girlfriends do.