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jackiestailor · 2 months ago

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Oops make that Revy and/balalaika one with a fem s/o, just saw you only do fxf

ur all good; i love revy and balalaika :3

Pairings: Revy x F! reader

Revy with a sweet but violent gf! <3

warnings: typical violence 🤔, cursing, only half a part being posted,,,,,,,🤫

ok so let’s literally ignore the fact i posted this 2 years after the ask was sent 💀‼️‼️ and the fact i couldn’t finish balalaika’s part so i cut it out 😭.

Revy

revy, perhaps the scariest woman on earth (next to balalaika) was into women after all?! truth be told, that shocked revy herself as much as it did her other friends, probably herself even more if she pondered about how or why or even when it all started. though if she thought hard enough, she dates it back to last year when she met a particular sweet girl who seemed to always be like that: sweet, kind, and seeming to have no hate in her body. boy, was she wrong. she saw that girl-- you-- beating the shit out of some guy in the alleyway because he was hitting on your friend.

revy and rock were simply walking around roanapur when the two of them were beginning to hear faint grunts coming from some alleyway. rock was the first one to check it out while revy didn't think it was worth her time and stayed behind until rock eventually had to get in the middle of the beating, attempting to pry you away from the poor man.

"isn't that enough?!" rock shouted once he got to you and the guy you were beating up; he was lying on the ground, his arms folded over his stomach in pain after you were stomping on his stomach over and over again. your frown, which was the nastiest one that rock had ever seen (possibly worse than what revy gives him), quickly left as you looked up at him with a grin. "why do you get to determine what's enough for him?"

"because he's just a man!"

you scrunched up your face, turning to face rock with a frown. for a moment he had a little bit of hope in his eyes that you'd stop, but that went away as quickly as it came when you took your foot and pressed it against his shoulder, dislocating it after a moment had passed, and a spine-chilling, blood-curdling scream came from the man underneath you. revy even found herself grimacing at the reverberating sound that was probably heard from the other half of roanapur.

"that's what you call a man?" you look back down at the cripple beneath you, his left arm clutching his right one as he was cowering down in both fear and pain, two things you think go hand-in-hand. "what a weak man."

"she doesn't seem that bad," revy comments to herself, paying no mind to the fact that rock heard it himself and sent her a look. you eventually removed your foot from his shoulder then stood on both feet and turned to face them.

"uh, i'm rock, and this is my friend revy--"

"don't you ever call me your fuckin' friend."

"i'm rock and this is revy."

you slightly perk your eyebrows upwards at the pair; they looked pretty good together, you would admit, if you didn't just hear revy threaten rock. while you were checking them out, your eyes scanning the both of them like you're a robot, revy was giving you a dirty look when you glanced back at rock.

"i'm y/n," you said rather politely, a stark and confusing contrast from your attitude and actions earlier, which baffled both rock and revy to an extent. revy was a bit appalled, though she seemed indifferent. rock was clearly shocked, but he had to remember that this was roanapur, every bit of crazy goes on here, and that very well includes a polite girl with manners turning into a merciless menace.

"forgive me for being rude earlier, may i buy you both drinks?"

"cut the horseshit politeness facade, we know you don't give two shits about our forgiveness."

"being polite gets you in many places," you grin as you begin to walk past them, stopping right when you leave the alleyway. "are you two coming?"

"she did apologize," rock nudged revy's arm a bit with a knowing look on his face. knowing revy, she did not trust you, at all, but she's not dumb enough to turn down free drinks, so she went instead of throwing a hissy fit.

going out for drinks that night with rock and revy ended with a shootout, not unusual. you did feel bad for the owner, he just wants to run his bar. when you walked out with them (unscathed, much to rock's surprise), you offered to walk them back to wherever they were going, but revy was adamant about ditching you right then and there so she dragged rock off back to dutch and benny.

time and time again, the two of them would see you around roanapur, be it beating up some other low lifer in a secluded area or walking around the city with one of your friends. revy would scowl at the sight of you seeming so polite around your friends, knowing that you're a real monster from when she first laid eyes on you. she doesn't hate that, you've gotta be ruthless in a fight to win, but at least be upfront and honest about yourself, or at least that's her way of thinking.

when another shootout happened at the bar for about the third time that month, you just so happened to be on the other side of the bar where you'd been sitting there, looking so fucking prim and proper, like you've been groomed for perfection your whole life when you're far from it. revy's eyes landed on you, watching you with eagle eyes as your nimble fingers picked up the glass, just barely swirling it around and talking to the person next to you with much warmth and richness in your voice. she could practically hear you from across the bar, talking about whatever the hell she thought you were talking about with those words rolling off of your tongue and escaping your smooth lips. wait-- why is she paying attention to your lips, of all fucking things about you?

the shootout started only a moment after revy spotted you, which was why she was a bit startled when she heard the first gunshot, because she was paying so much attention to you. after that night she didn't see you again for months, she thought you'd somehow died, which baffled her for a while because of how menacing you were in that alley. but eventually she got over it and moved on with her life.

that is, until some random boat decided to bash heads with dutch's torpedo boat.

"what the hell?! who the fuck is that?!" revy shouted from the front before turning to face dutch in the window. he didn't have time to answer, so he simply shrugged behind the window as he steered the boat away from the other the best he could. his efforts amounted to nothing when the boat shot large grapples onto his, and a platform pushed itself out from the body of the ship.

"did you miss me?" your voice comes out just as rich as she last heard it. revy can't believe herself, or the figure standing in front of her, seeming proud of itself for making such a dramatic entrance. there you are, standing in front of the torpedo ship, one step away from joining as you stand there, the back of your trench coat flying and flapping in the wind as the sea breeze blew past everyone, eventually blowing part of revy's hair in her face.

"you wish i fuckin' did, what the fuck is all this shit?" she frowns, pointing her gun at your ship and everyone on it, then back at you. your hands remain in your pockets as the two of you stand there face to face, a mere foot away from each other. your eyes dart around in revy's background, momentarily glancing at dutch, who was aiming his gun at you, finger on the trigger and ready to pull, then you look at rock, watching him stand there with a look of shock on his face. it amuses you, so you smile slightly, then you finally look back at revy.

"what the fuck are you smiling at, asshole? there's nothin' funny about this bullshit stunt you and your dipshit crew's pullin'."

"i see you're still violent," your gentle smile turns into a smirk, an equally teasing glint in your eyes, and the more revy looks, the more visible it is. "you can't fucking talk, you beat the ever loving fuck out of some guy in an alley."

you simply shrugged and shuffled your hands in your pockets. revy looked down at one of your pockets before she lowered her left arm, pointing it at your right pocket with her gun. "hands out the fuckin' pockets right now, missy."

"alright alright," you take them out, holding your hands up in a state of defeat. revy narrowed her eyes for a moment, debating on whether she should look through your pockets or not before she let her thoughts win and shove an intruding hand into your pocket, rummaging through, but she ultimately found nothing.

she sighed, lifting up your arm again and keeping you at gunpoint. "what is it you want, asshole?" she grumbles out, her forehead creasing as her eyebrows knit even closer, forming a ripple on the bridge of her nose. you shrug after a moment of thinking, "i dunno, we were simply cruising around and we saw your ship, and at first i wasn't sure if it was you, but then that beautiful hair was unmistakable.

"cut the shit and stop lying, what the fuck did you want?" she grits her teeth, moving her cutlass upwards to press it against your forehead. your eyes follow it, almost crossing as you're barely looking at her finger resting on the trigger.

"believe me revy, when i say i only wanted to talk to you."

"why'd you wanna fuckin' talk to me?"

"because you're cool, and very interesting at that."

revy grinded her teeth against each other, tempted to pull the trigger and blow your brains out. she would, if she weren't so busy paying attention to that goddamn smirk on your lips. that charming smirk she sees makes her want to gag, she's sure you've given that same smirk to all the pretty men you see just to leave the morning after. what she didn't know, was that you didn't use it on men, quite the opposite, one would think.

"are you trying to fuckin talk me up or some shit?"

"no," you shake your head, a small chuckle leaves your lips as you do so. "would you like me to?"

“what the hell?!"

you took your chance to grab her gun from her hand while she was still confused by your words, then grabbing her by her elbow and flipping her around, her back hitting your chest as you held her own gun to her chin.

revy reached into her other socket, grabbing her other cutlass and holding it up to the side of your head. your finger pressed lightly against the trigger and your grip on the rest of the gun tightened as the seconds passed, no one saying a word or moving at all. the waves and the wind blowing were the loudest sounds at the moment.

"put the fuckin' gun down, or i blow your fuckin brains out," she grumbled, pressing the cutlass harder against your temple. it didn't hurt, but you still pressed the gun against her own temple even harder. "do it, there's a whole crew waiting for you on the other side of this platform," you emphasize by tilting your head back towards your own ship, with your own crew pointing their own guns at revy. she barely turned her head to see the crew before she already got a good view of the handful with M4 Carbines.

"i've taken out way more than that, so they can fuckin' have it, but it's your fuckin' choice, dipshit."

"let me buy you another drink, it's the least i could do since we're out in the middle of the coast."

all revy could think was, is she serious right now? you're offering her drinks when you're holding each other at gunpoint? despite the fact you nearly crawled onto dutch's torpedo ship, stole her gun and currently are holding her at gunpoint at the moment, she never says no to free drinks.

"alright, fine. but you better not fuckin' pull some fuckin' bullshit like this again, dickwad," she brought her arm down, letting it fall to her side as you removed the gun yourself. you removed your other arm from her waist and handed her the gun back, to which she shoved both of them back in their socket.

after that event, you had to convince dutch, benny and rock to join revy in the hull, since that's where you had a bar be put in and hired a bartender as well. the four of them seemed curious, and you couldn't help yourself so you went on to explain that you're a smuggling company: in exchange for smuggling goods and whatnot, you're paid in money and a collection of drinks, like different brands of beer, whiskey, rum, etcetera.

"why the fuck would you get rum, of all drinks?" revy questions, looking at the rum sitting across the bar with a stink eye. you hum, looking in that direction as well. "some part of my crew likes it. i always make sure to do a round check to see what drinks the crew wants before i get it," you turn back to face her, then rest the side of your head on your hand. revy scrunches up her face before taking another sip from her glass, "just how rich are you? you've got your own fuckin' bar on a fucking ship that looks like throwback 1769 and you've got some of the most expensive fuckin' brands on the planet."

you shrug, "i can't tell you that. i'm a certified gatekeeper."

"screw you," revy shakes her head disapprovingly, biting back a chuckle from escaping her now pursed lips. your own lips stretch into a toothy grin as you swivel around the glass sitting in the grasp of your smooth finger tips. revy feels your eyes staring at her, so she whips her head around to find you flashing her a charming grin that pissed her off to no end.

"fuck you and that smug look on your face," she grumbles as she lifts her glass up to drink the whole thing in an attempt to hide her now rosy cheeks.

"what? does it look too good for you?"

"shut up," she grumbles again as she brings her arm up to wipe her nose as if it helps with her cheeks. you chuckle as you watch her try not to look embarrassed.

after that night, things went back to the way they were before: rock and revy seeing you around roanapur, beating up some guy or walking around with a friend. that smirk you gave her still lingers in the back of her mind and whenever she thinks about it, she can't stop the blood rushing up to her cheeks. it confuses her, to say the least, because it only happens when she's thinking about you, another girl. rock asked her about it since he, benny and dutch were all noticing how she's been acting lately, and dutch and benny all decided to put rock up to the job to ask about it.

it took a long while worth of asking and convincing, but revy finally gave in if he would finally shut up about it. she told him what was going on, and rock immediately jumped to the idea of feelings. that definitely set her off, ending with her stating she'd never talk about this stuff with him again while she stomped away from the bar, knowing that he might be right.

though the chances are small. but never zero.

"revy, when are you going to talk to y/n again? she seemed really nice, other than when she threatened you."

"that's up to her, she has to fuckin' talk to me," revy shrugs as she plops down at her signature chair at the bar. rock sighs resting his elbows on the wood, then he turns around when he hears the door open again.

"you might not have to wait that long, look," rock gently pats revy's arm, pulling her attention towards the door that just opened. there you stood, looking as smug and charming as ever as your eyes scanned the room, seemingly looking for revy.

"she's over here!" rock yells, pointing his thumb at revy sitting next to him. her face immediately turns red when she sees you glance at her, and you stroll over towards her with something in your hand.

"do i still look too good for you?" your voice is as warm as her cheeks and as rich as you look, holding a singular white rose with your fingers. revy takes a moment to glance at the flower in your hand, then scoffs as she turns to face you with a frown. "the fuck are you doin' here?"

"came to talk to the most beautiful girl i've ever seen, of course," you hand her the rose as she glances down at it like it's a foreign object. she gives it a stink eye before reluctantly taking it in her own hands, still not bothering to smell it (she never saw the joy of smelling flowers.)

"why a white rose? i thought red was the fuckin' standard," she grimaces looking up at you with barely pink tinted cheeks. you shrug, "red's overrated."

somehow the two of you are closer, because everyone in the bar is cheering and chanting for the both of you to 'kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!' revy was having none of it, though she couldn't deny how sweet this was of you, but not in a good way. she finds it concerning, knowing you could switch up any minute.

unfortunately for her and very fortunately for you, the pressure put on by everyone else caves in on the both of you as revy leans in hesitantly, breath reeking of alcohol and smoke fans against your face before you close the gap, slotting your lips against hers.

the previous statement still stands, revy liking women shocked herself as much as it did rock, dutch and benny and almost every other person in roanapur. even balalaika was a bit surprised when word got around eventually. you and revy were quite the pair, she's still rude like she was before, but always gets into fights with people if they're rude to you.

she's still baffled, to say the least, at how she caught feelings for someone-- let alone another girl-- who looks like the pussiest of all pussies on the planet. that certainly isn't the case, and people shouldn't really judge something just by the looks of it, but that's how revy thinks.

still, the two of you remained a cute couple, and it's best we leave it at that.

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