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Beau glanced up from her glass of wine as the chair across from her was pulled from the table. The uneven scrape of the legs against the floor was a brief annoyance beneath the loud music thrumming throughout the speakeasy.
The semi-familiar countenance of Astrid Beck sat across the sticky table. Her short hair sat pinned and coiffed in tight curls at her temples, a glittering head band perched across her forehead. The embroidery on Astrid’s dress glimmered in the low light as she leaned into the table, eyes piercing into Beau.
“Evening,” Beau said, lifting her wineglass slightly in toast. “What do you want?”
“What happened to formalities?” Astrid drawled, a smug smirk pulling at her painted lips.
“I said ‘evening’, didn’t I?” Beau cocked a scarred eyebrow at Astrid over the rim of her wineglass. The vintage hit her tongue in a melody of summer fruits and maple wood. It was one of the better wines her family produced, one Beau put her grudges aside to enjoy.
Astrid propped her elbows on the tabletop, spared the tacky residue by her arm length silk gloves. She rested her chin on her palm and surveyed Beau with a slow rove of her eyes. If Beau didn’t know her better, she might have found Astrid attractive.
“You know what we want,” Astrid finally said. Her voice was even and sweet, a pleasant pull of an accent some might find charming. She said it so simply, like she wasn’t asking Beau to hand over a life.
“And you know my answer.” Beau took a measure of satisfaction in the flicker of frustration that tugged the fine lines of Astrid’s face. “You ask every month, dear Astrid, and yet my answer has never changed. So again, you can tell Trent to find something else to do with his time than to keep wasting mine with stupid questions.”
Astrid’s eyes flashed, her temper flaring in the way Beau knew it would. She took a smug sip from her wineglass as Astrid shoved to her feet and leaned over the table toward Beau.
“You insolent brat,” Astrid hissed. “You can’t just--”
The quiet cock of Beau’s pistol cut Astrid’s rage into silence. She glanced down at where Beau had leveled her gun at Astrid on the table and made a frustrated sound in the back of her throat.
“Perhaps I wasn’t clear the first time,” Beau said as she swirled the wine in her glass leisurely. “You can go back to your beloved Master Ikithon and tell him to forget Bren Aldric Ermendrud ever existed. The next time he sends you knocking, you’ll be going back to him in a trash bag. Have I made myself clear?”
Astrid glared down at Beau’s unimpressed expression for a few defiant seconds before turning on her heel with a huff and stalking away.
Heaving a sigh, Beau downed the rest of her wine and pocketed her pistol. She pushed to her feet and strode over to a shadowed booth on the other side of the speakeasy. With her hands in the pockets of her suit pants, Beau stood in front of the shrouded figure there and shook her head.
“Is it too much for me to ask to enjoy one glass of wine in peace?”
“Apparently so,” her wife’s soft, accented voice spoke from the shadows. Amusement rang through the syllables and unwound the tension coiled in Beau’s gut. “I’d say you could enjoy another glass with me, but I’m on the clock right now.”
“What a horrid boss you must have, making a lady work this late at night.”
Yasha chuckled as she leaned forward and hooked her fingers through the belt loop at Beau’s waist. She drew Beau into the shadows, coaxing her to straddle Yasha’s lap.
“Oh, it’s not so bad,” Yasha mused as she maneuvered her hands underneath Beau’s blazer. “I get some pretty decent benefits.”
“Is that so?” Beau smirked, fingers tracing up the length of Yasha’s throat to fiddle with her large pearl earrings. “What kind of benefits?”
In the barely there light of their back corner, Beau watched Yasha’s mismatched eyes flash with desire. She leaned up and nipped at Beau’s earlobe with her painted lips, trailing down Beau’s jaw with teasing pressure before hovering tantalizingly over her mouth. Beau’s gut was aflame with want, fingers digging into the soft silk of Yasha’s shirt at her shoulder.
“I get great vacation benefits,” Yasha murmured, Beau able to feel rather than see her smug smirk.
“Very funny,” Beau breathed against Yasha’s lips.
“Isn’t that why you married me?”
They grinned against the other’s mouth before Yasha pressed up to capture Beau’s bottom lip between her teeth. Beau tasted the alcohol on the back of her own tongue, but the sweet addiction of Yasha’s tongue trailing over Beau’s teeth immediately replaced the searing pleasure of it. She kissed Beau like she was trying to get drunk off the lingering dregs of wine against Beau’s gums. Ever pliant to the whims of her beloved wife, Beau let Yasha kiss her close to oblivion.
Perhaps - once upon a time - Beau would have been unable to enjoy this. Her back to a crowded room, her pistol a difficult reach in her position on Yasha’s lap. But with Yasha’s eyes over Beau’s shoulder and her hands securely at Beau’s hips, she was content. There was nothing in the world that could harm Beau with Yasha in her proximity.
She was free to drown in the pleasure of her wife’s tongue, teeth, and lips without a care in the world.
Beau was nearly to the point of needing to drag Yasha into a back room when she felt Yasha’s arm shift beneath Beau’s wandering hand. She had enough time to pull back an inch before Yasha covered Beau’s left ear to muffle the kick of her silenced pistol. The gun in Yasha’s hand was a scant few inches from Beau’s head. Beau pulled further away from her wife to twist over her shoulder, fingers already reaching for her pocket pistol.
It was an unnecessary motion, however, when Beau found a man dead on the floor and no others in sight. There was a messy bullet hole between his brows, eyes wide and unseeing.
“I still think it’s funny that your father tries to kill us after so many failed attempts, don’t you?” Yasha asked idly, like she was talking about what to have for dinner. Beau chuckled as she twisted back around to face her, gentle fingers combing the hair from Yasha’s face.
“Have I ever told you how incredibly sexy you are, my love?”
“Yes, but I enjoy hearing it.” Yasha smiled sweetly, her lipstick smeared at the corners of her mouth. Her free hand reached up to thumb over Beau’s lip, Beau capturing the pad of Yasha’s thumb between her teeth. Beau held eye contact with Yasha as she wet Yasha’s finger, grossly proud of the thin line of saliva that thread Yasha’s thumb and Beau’s lips together when she pulled away. Yasha used her wet thumb to wipe away the lipstick smudged against Beau’s mouth, eyes a fascinating mix of desire and fondness.
“One of these days, you will unmake me,” Beau murmured against Yasha’s idle thumb on her lips.
Yasha leaned forward, pressing up to kiss Beau with hot intent, her fingers digging into Beau’s waist. She pulled back just enough that her lips dragged and lingered against Beau’s as she spoke.
“I hope one day for the privilege of being ruined at your hand,” Yasha whispered.
Beau would be the first to admit they were unconventional wedding vows. But in their line of work, a wedding held in secret with less than twenty attendees and the promise to be the other’s end was what they had.
A lover knew best how to take you apart.
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AAAAAAA I WANNA GIVE YOU A BIG PLATONIC SMOOCH I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH
ok ok recently I have been infected with eustass kid and was hoping you could write for him with a male reader nothing specific I feel like he would be so angry if his testosterone filled crew made fun of him for it. Love your work ❤️
AWWW THATS SO SWEET OF YOU DEAR! 💗
PLATONIC KISSES 😚😚
thank you so much!! I’d love to write for you but I simply don’t know much about kid!! I’m on the marineford arc- 😭😭 I usually turn down characters I don’t know much about him but you seem like such a sweetie! After having done some research..Here ya go!~
As stated I’ve chosen to research as much as possible in fandom and other’s headcanons! This may not be the most accurate but I sincerely hope your satisfied with my attempt dearest!~
I feel Kid would think of food as a sort of affection
so technically gift giving??
but it’s like his love language is food
his favorite is cabbage rolls right?? Welllll he loves to eat them together!
not…together together
he buys it for y’all separately
I doubt he’d want to share his favorite food 😭
if you beg for his in a case where he didn’t get you some...
“what?! No! This is my food get your own!….ugggghh FINE! You get a half! This was supposed to be for me”
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I also feel he’d be better off witth someone who’s either all for his rambunctiousness or (somehow) able to calm him down (like killer)
if your just as reckless as him great! Your adventures are now considered dates :)
not necessarily, but he’s fond of them as if they are
he’s always recalling on past times you’ve fought together
you know how people say someone you’ve fought a war with knows you better than a friend?
yeah, I feel like that’s why he has such high respects for his crew
And of course because they’re his crew
so yeah he feels closer to you every time you fight together
if you want you can listen to the song ‘one thing’ by amerie- the lyrics remind me of him idk why (keep in mind I don’t know this guy well :3)
kid would allow you to ride on his shoulders
you could just kinda hop up there casually and he won’t say anything
privileges
but I feel like if he’s in a foul mood or busy he’d grab you buy the waist and sit you down somewhere LOL
another way to spend time with him would be to do your make up at the same time (if you wear it)
(love that it’s casual for men to wear make up in one piece)
he seems like he would be anal about his so you’d be doing your own and he does his, but it’s still fun to do it together
he’s kinda like that with most things
which now that I realize it that could count as quality time
so the conclusion I’ve come to?
his love languages are gift giving or quality time
but thinking about it now I feel he may also do acts of service
now this isn’t as intentional
he just takes pride in likes to help you with things he knows he could do better
aw man you broke your ___? Well I’m sure he could fix it! 😼💪
If you initiate physical touch his reaction will range based on where you are/who’s around and how much it is
if there’s barely anyone/no one around and you give him a peck on the cheek? Fine. He’ll just half smile at you
if it’s a public area and your trying to kiss him on the lips? “Cut it out! Don’t get distracted we’re here to (xyz)!”
he can’t display the weakness of not being masculine
besides he hates cute n’ cuddly crap 😒
he’d be so proud if his boyfriend physically strong
It even boosts HIS ego
especially since your his ♥︎
he takes care of you in subtle ways
such as making sure your eating, not over working and getting enough sleep
”hey! I haven’t seen you eat all day! Get in the kitchen and tell killer to make ya’ somethin’!”
”how long have you been at that!? Get up and come over here!”
”what on earth are ya’ still doing awake?! Go to sleep! Captains orders..”
killer occasionally asks how your relationship is going
kid’ll tell em a few things but he tries not to get sentimental
trust that’s a lot more than what he tells other people..”
”screw off! mind your own business..”
this is really random but he seems like the type of guy who’s always grumbling
idk I just had to say it..
would enjoy headrubs (IN PRIVATE)
and it has to be casual, don’t baby him about it :P
”your hairs’ really fluffy/soft” *casual headrubs*
like that
you have to compliment stroke his ego so he won’t get angry then pat him
to be more specific about reader being a male :
Even if you don’t hc kid to be straight (idk what i hc him to be idk em enough)
his ego is HURT when he realizes he’s in love with you
love?! What is such weakness?! such DISEASE?!
the fact that he’s in the lgbtq bc of one guy kinda makes him angry
cuz like now (some) people are gonna categorize or even ridicule him for even liking you
even though he’s angry about it, it’s not for the same reason
he’s upset because he fell weak to love in general
homophobes may be upset because he likes a man
what does it matter?! He sure never cared..
you can tell the first thing this guy sees is NOT gender
it’s—threat? Or no threat?
so ya- essentially what I’m saying is he doesn’t care for gender- except when it comes to homophobes
then he’s angry 🙂☝️
and as for his crew making fun of him?!
oh he’s absolutely livid. 😄💥
”SHADDUP’ YA STINKIN’ MAGGOTS! I AM NOT WEAK!!”
Actually- they didn’t call him weak. That’s just what he hears 😂
btw that is not what he said I censored it bc I headcanon him to have a potty mouth (and I don’t)
his skin and hair is the same color from how angry this dude is
HE’S LITERALLY LIKE ‘😡’
HAHAHAH
He always storms off whenever they bring up his ‘sOft SpOt” for you 😋
he’s not even soft really he just goes out of his way to do stuff for/with you
its not they’re business anyway?!
right killer?!
while I was researching I saw that the flower he resembles is a tulip! That’s my favorite flower!! 🌷♥︎♡
Enjoy! I did my best 😅
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