#caleb and yash are sweet but not for me

[etherealixie]

This is exactly why I don't like to give FB any praise because they always manage to mess it up somehow.

How do you just quietly get rid of the season's villains after making them rile up your players? Why would you build up a bunch of drama and potential for quality entertainment just to go with the most boring outcome?

...at least Caleb, Yash, and Isadora are 10s.

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

wish you were here (beauyasha week day 5)

Prompt: flowers @beauyasha-week Read on ao3

When Yasha wakes in the morning, it’s to Beau running her fingers through her hair. It’s a rare occasion that Beau is still in bed when she rises, a pleasant treat. The warm air of summer wafts through the cracked windows. She can smell the sweet scent of her flowers in the garden along with the clean linens that surround them.

Keeping her eyes closed, Yasha snuggles closer to Beau, hearing her partner chuckles softly. Beau leans forward and kisses her softly, “Morning.”

“Morning,” Yasha responds as she stretches and blinks her eyes open. She finds herself lying on her side, sharing Beau’s pillow, their hair tangled together. Beau is on her side as well, facing Yasha with a peaceful look on her face as the morning light streams through the windows between the curtains.

Yasha hums softly and kisses Beau again. It’s just a normal day, but gods something about this morning feels special and different. Maybe that’s why the next thing Yasha says is, “I think we should get married.”

Beside her, Beau freezes, staring at Yasha with wide eyes, “You just woke up and that’s the first thing you say?”

Yasha shrugs with a slight chuckle, “Not the first time I thought it.” She reaches for Beau’s waist and tugs her closer so their noses are nearly brushing together. “We have two kids, we already act like we’re married. We might as well make it official…for tax purposes.”

“Tax purposes…” Beau repeats in a daze. Then she leans back and squints at Yasha with suspicion. “Caleb put you up to this, didn’t he? He thought I would chicken out of asking-”

Yasha laughs and kisses Beau to shut her up. “Caleb said nothing. Jester on the other hand…”

“Gods fucking dammit,” Beau mutters, shoving her face into the pillow. Yasha laughs and rubs her back in consolation until Beau finally looks back at her, “You stole my thunder, Yasha.”

Yasha grins, “For the record, I didn’t think you would chicken out, I just wanted to see your face when I beat you to the punch.”

Beau shakes her head, “No, you didn’t beat me to anything. Doesn’t count if I say no.” Yasha laughs loudly, knowing that Beau would never actually. “You said I love you first, I get to propose, that’s how it works, Yash.”

“Is it, hm?” Yasha asks, pinning Beau to the mattress. Beau’s eyes darken immediately, biting her lip as her breathing starts to pick up. Yasha leans down, making sure to ghost her lips past Beau’s before whispering in her ear, “Well I guess we’ll have to skip my other plans for this morning and go make breakfast then. Seeing as you’re rejecting my proposal.”

With that, Yasha gets out of bed, padding over to her robe and putting it on, making sure that Beau gets an excellent view of her ass. She can’t stop from grinning as Beau groans in frustration, pressing her face into the pillow.

Later that day, with the proposal still lingering on both of their minds, Yasha sits on the couch in the living room. Cricket is curled beside her, head resting on her mom’s leg. The little half-orc is taking a well deserved nap after playing all morning with some of the neighboring kids. Beau is in the kitchen, washing vegetables and putting away dishes and Imdrin should be studying in his room. 

Yasha hums softly to herself as she cleans the leather holster of her sword. She hasn’t had to use it for combat, but one can never be too careful. Cleaning the holster has become meditative for him at this point so she doesn’t notice that her son is in the room until he clears his throat softly.

“What is this, mom?” Imdrin asks shyly. 

Yasha looks up. Imdrin is wearing a soft dress that Essek had given him, the hem detailed with flowers and stars. His hair is getting long now, Yasha had put it up for him this morning. But what draws her attention is that in his hands he holds a thick book with a cover made of worn leather. The pages are thick, some fraying on the edges and there is a bouquet of flowers embossed on the cover. 

Yasha smiles softly, “Come here.” As Imdrin does as asked, settling down against the armrest of the couch, Yasha reaches down and gently shakes Cricket away, “Hey, bug. There’s a story I want to tell you and your brother.”

Cricket frowns as she rubs her eyes, “Story?”

“Mmmhmm,” Yasha smiles, taking the book from Imdrin’s hands and opening it up. The leather binding cracks softly. Both kids lean in to see what lies inside, pressed flowers and notes on every page.

“Long before I met your mama, I used to live in Xhorhas.”

“Where the drow are from,” Imdrin adds, his eyes lighting up as he shares the information.

Yasha nods, “Exactly. But I was part of a tribe, we traveled all over the wastelands. My people were very traditional and they had a lot of rules.” Cricket wrinkles her nose at the idea, causing Yasha to chuckle. “I fell in love with someone I wasn’t supposed to and we got married in secret. Because of that we had to be separated and I had to leave my tribe.” The watered down version of the events is enough for them for now, Yasha isn’t sure she’ll ever be able to tell her children what really happened. Maybe when they’re older, when she’s older.

Imdrin tips his head to the side as though figuring out a puzzle, “But you love mama.”

Yasha chuckles, “That’s weird, huh? But love isn’t so black and white. I love your mama very much and I love Zuala very much. My heart is big enough for all of you.”

“Zu-ah-lah,” Cricket sounds out, having some trouble with her still growing tusks.

Yasha nods with a smile, “That’s right. Zuala. This book,” she opens it and shows the kids all the pressed flowers, “is for her. It’s the second one I’ve made. She always talked about seeing flowers because where we were from, there weren’t any. And so as I’ve traveled, I’ve saved so many flowers to show her and each one has a story to it.” She points to the small sections of her writing beside some of the flowers.

Cricket sits up onto her knees with a confused frown, “Is Zuala our mom too?”

“She can be if you want her to.” All three of them look up to see Beau leaning in the doorway, watching the three of them with a soft smile. Beau crosses the room and sits down on the coffee table, “Zuala is part of our family even though she’s not here.”

Yasha’s eyes well with tears at Beau’s response. They’ve talked about it many times, but every time Beau refers to Zuala as their family, it makes Yasha fall in love with her all over again. But Yasha swallows thickly and tells the kids, “I can tell you more about her, whenever you want.”

Imdrin tips his head to the side, “What did she look like?”

Yasha smiles, “She was so beautiful. She was about the height of your mama, long brown hair that was always tangled and knotted. She had tanned skin and freckles if you got close. One of her teeth was crooked and she always used to run her tongue on it.”

Cricket lights up, “Like mine?” She touches her tucks.

“Not quite, bug,” Yasha chuckles. As they keep asking questions about Zuala, Yasha answers every single one. Beau adds in a few of her own every so often and for the first time in so long, it doesn’t hurt to talk about it. 

It feels almost as though Zuala is in the room with them. Yasha can almost see her rolling her eyes when Yasha tells Imdrin she always ate her vegetables. And she can almost hear Zuala telling Beau to get her shit together and ask Yasha to marry her. 

In due time, Yasha tells her in her mind, ignoring how Zuala rolls her eyes again but agrees with a sigh. It’s almost like she’s here with them and it’s the most wonderful feeling in the world.

[stardustedknuckles]

1 or 5 would be cool for the prompt thing :)

5. they’re in bed, one of them’s like “it’s time to get up” and their lover pulls them back down, wraps their hands around their body, snuggles up close, preventing the other one from getting out of bed

About 750 words, rated T, pure fluff.

 Yeah, Yasha heard Beau get up. What of it? She can pull another fifteen minutes of sleep from the morning before her girlfriend starts bugging her (adorably) and fifteen extra minutes of sleep she shall have.

 Beau's pushed the door closed to block out the sounds of her daily warmup in the next room, and Yasha wiggles down a little further into the sheets and drifts off again without ever having fully woken.

 "Yash, hey. C'mon, wake up."

 It is a testament to Yasha's love for this woman that the only thing faster than her reflex to swat at things that dare try and wake her is the rush of affection she gets at the smile in Beau's voice.

 She grunts anyway, but it's a formality.

 Beau chuckles. "I know. But we gotta get going. Hopefully just one more day of bullshit and then we get to relax."

 "S'bullshit," Yasha agrees, because that's all she really processed and the lights are getting slowly brighter and forcing her to squint and bury her face deeper on its side into the pillow. Fuck Caleb and this dumb alarm - no, she can't even finish the thought or pretend she's sincerely aggrieved, and it's a little annoying. She deserves a good grump in the morning, dammit.

 Beau's small fingers alight on her cheek and drift up to shade her eyes, and her thumb is soft on Yasha's brow. She drapes a sleep-heavy hand over Beau's wrist and slowly, blearily blinks awake to look up at Beau smiling down at her in that soft way that only Yasha gets to see.

 Yasha can't resist smiling back - never could even if she wanted to, and she's only pretending to want to as she works to keep making a grumpy face. But Beau's hand is right there and what is she gonna do, not turn and kiss the heel of it?

 Dozens of times they've done this, and dozens of times Beau's been just as struck by the gesture as Yasha's been by the way such a simple touch affects her.

 Smiling, Yasha mumbles something without any real words in it as her eyes drift shut again.

 "Hmm?" The light dims further as Beau leans over, the drying sweat smell of her so sweet this close.  "I didn't catch that, babe."

 Yasha opens her eyes and tightens her grip with a grin. "I said 'gotcha.'"

 She yanks Beau down and flips to wrap both arms around her waist, giggling at her girlfriend's yelp and subsequent flailing to try and keep from elbowing Yasha in the face as she goes down. Yasha can take a stray hit and take it happily, but she appreciates the diversion it creates from any real attempt Beau might make to get away.

 And she still could, but she's giggling too now and the skin of her collarbone is cool and salty under Yasha's lips, and casual familiarity is such a gift but gods these moments are so much sweeter when stolen.

 After a quiet shudder, Beau just sighs and stops squirming, opting to prop herself up on one arm and raise an eyebrow down at Yasha instead. Yash hums unrepentantly and nips gently at the skin just over Beau's breastband and - now there's a nice sound.

 "Fuck, Yash. We gotta -" whatever she's going to tell Yasha they've gotta do cuts off with a kind of strangled "hhngfh" when she reaches up to suck gently at the base of Beau's neck.

 "Yes?" Yasha's voice is smudgy with sleep, and she does precisely nothing to mitigate it.

 Beau inhales slowly and pushes herself a little further down to better drop a soft kiss to Yasha's lips. "Come on. I had Caleb wake us up a little early so you could join me for a quick bath. Sound good?"

 She laughs when Yasha groans heavily and swings them both off the bed to stand and nuzzle her sleepy face into Beau's shoulder. "I thought that might get you up."

 Yasha puts an arm under her ass to better hold her and bites gently at the underside of Beau's jaw as she bears them both to the tub. “I’ll show you up,” she mumbles, and Beau’s still laughing quietly at her nonsense as she closes the door behind them both.

 One more day, she tells herself. Just one more.

[conceptstage]

Kiss 26 for any combination of Beau, Jester and Yasha.

26. Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear. (Just some Beauyasha if you don’t mind)

-

The kiss surprised her.

Maybe it shouldn’t have. Maybe it had all been building up to this. Every teasing glance, every casual flirt, every wink, every smile. Maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised when Yasha grabbed her by the arms and pressed her against the wall of the dark hallway, breathing deeply with want in her eyes as she stared down at her.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, her voice so low that Beau had to read her lips to understand.

She licked her lip, her eyes zeroing in on Yasha’s dark mouth, and nodded. 

Yasha swept forward like a starving woman in front of a buffet, breathing Beau in like smoke and pressing her harder to the wall as she finally, finally, pressed her mouth against Beau’s.

And if Yasha was this desperate, this intense, maybe Beau should have seen the signs. And, to be fair, she had known that Yasha was interested. She knew that she was hot and she had seen Yasha looking. ‘I see you a lot’ she had said, and Beau knew. But she had thought it was a passing interest, a brief craving for sweets as you pass the bakery then changing your mind when you see the price tag. 

Beau scrambled to kiss back.

If this was her only chance, she was going to take it and run with it.

She held on tight to Yasha’s arms, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together in the dark and Yasha’s elbows smacked against the wall. The kiss didn’t slow, Yasha’s hands letting go of Beau’s arms to slide down her side. The very tip of her thumb had brushed down under the waistband of Beau’s pants when the door several feet over whipped open. They pulled away from one another slightly, gasping for breath, and Yasha curled forward to put her body between Beau and whoever was stepping out of the room.

Caleb stepped out into the hall and squinted at them in the darkness with no recognition on his face. It must have been too dark for him to see who they were. “Pardon me, could you please move this away from our wall? Danke,” he said, then he turned to step back into his room.

“Who was it?” asked Nott’s voice.

“Two drunks making out, I think,” was all they heard before the door clattered shut.

Beau sighed heavily and let her head fall back and lightly hit the wall, gasping for breath and squeezing her eyes closed. “Fuck,” she said. “Fucking… Fuck.”

Yasha chuckled and started pressing light kisses up the side of Beau’s face, biting gently at her jaw, before moving up to brush her lips against the shell of her ear. “Is that all you can say?” she asked, her voice deep and wrecked.

“You kissed all the other words out of me.” She squeezed the bicep that she was still resting her hand on then slowly lowered her hands to her side. Yasha took the hint and stepped back and away, leaving one hand on Beau’s hip but moving her thumb to the top of Beau’s waistband.

“I suppose we should talk,” Yasha said. There was a bit of pride in her eyes and Beau could only imagine how she looked right now to make Yasha look at her that way.

“Do we have to? Me talking just fucks everything up.”

Yasha hummed but didn’t agree with her. “But I really want to kiss you again.”

Beau gave her a lazy grin and reached for her, beckoning her closer again. “You can keep kissing me without having to talk to me.”

“Beau…” Yasha said. She took another step back, letting her hand drop from Beau’s hip. “I think I want to kiss you for the rest of my life. We need to talk.”

The smile on Beau’s face became stiff like it was taking all her control to keep it from dropping. “Yash… You can’t mean that.”

“Why can’t I.” It was phrased like a question but there was no inflection in her voice.

“I mean… This is me we’re talking about. And you’re acting like you’re in love with me. That’s not… possible.”

Yasha looked down at her feet and chewed on her lip before meeting Beau’s eyes again. “We need to talk,” was all she said.

Beau just blinked at her for a moment, the implications hitting her like a fireball to the chest. “I… Yeah. Yeah, alright.”

[readbythestarlight]

c2e126

Manifesting the BeauYasha date tonight and it had BETTER HAPPEN if something gets in the way of it happening I will crawl through my screen

Oh joy we’re back to this nonsense xD

Lmao Sam what?!

[[MORE]]

“Where are we again?” mood

It’s about time they got to the mark on Fjord!

Oh shit the Clays are all having weird dreams?!

At least they seem otherwise okay though?? I hope

Gonna... dance with Astrid. Okay. This is fine.

Man this episode is so chill compared to the past ten episodes

Aww Veth got her some flowers to give to Yasha and Beau got emotional about it I’m cry

And she’s dressing up with a bow tie awwww!

Veth being all supportive is so sweet

“Why?”

Pfffff

The rest of the group just being like “what are you talking about?!” over that Beau and Caleb exchange

Oh NO

400g??

Surely gotta be worth more with the enchantment

...I sure hope she doesn’t steal it

Oh... nooooo...

Minor?!

Oh NOOOO

Fjord! Poor baby

Please lie to him Jester tell him it’s worth something

Jester omg

Here come the Caleb feels

Uh-oh....

Fuck wait

They were following them??

Oh wait FUCK

if they were there??

Is Essek okay??

Somebody check on Essek

Honestly tho this is making me sad, for both Caleb and Astrid

She’s crying??

Okay but forreal someone check on Essek because what if they’re still there

Like they’re close to him now

But yeah I don’t feel good about this Astrid business

Yes Artagen do tell us some things

I love Artagen

Jester plz

Oh damn

“Of course I want him dead. He took my life. He took my life away from me, and I fucking helped! ... But I’m not going to risk all of you right now.” Oh babe

“I pull out my fl—Yash—she’s gone.”

BEAUYASHA DAAAAATE

They are exactly the disasters I expected them to be

Awww

“I’ve had a lot of people in my head and I don’t want to give them... you”

Yashaaaaa

“I don’t want them to know that I care about you. Because I don’t know if they’re going to use that in some way, you know?”

Stoooooop

My Yasha and Beau feelings are off the charts rn

They kiiiiiissed!

I’ve missed out on most of this date because shitty Texas weather stuff but I’m still living for what I’ve seen

WAIT did Yasha use the “L” word?!

“Hey. I love you too.”

“That’s the best thing I ever heard.”

SAVE SOMETHING FOR DAYE 2 YOU GUYS

the mirror xD

How are we feeling, BeauYasha fans?

Awwww, BeauYahsa holding hands in the stained glass window I cry

Caleb is the ultimate wingman

[sociallyawkwardfoxwriter]

“You are very attractive, therefore I will stare at you.” Molly to various members of the Nein maybe?

Molly would absolutely say this to every single member of the Nein because he’s just like that. A truly excellent choice.

Enjoy!

Prompt

On the next push up, Beau paused to glare at the tiefling watching her from his perch on a nearby rock. He wasn't even bothering to pretend that he was doing anything other than blatantly watching her do push ups. With a growl of annoyance, she raised one of her hands to flick him off, but he didn't seem the least bit bothered by it.

"What are you staring at?"

"You are very attractive, therefore I will stare at you."

"I'm not interested."

"So? I can still appreciate all the work you've put into sculpting a perfect body."

Beau wrinkled her face up in disgust. "Don't ever say that to me again."

"What would be the fun of that?"

***

The sensation of being watched pulled Caleb out of his intense focus on the book in front of him to find Molly's eyes on him. "Can I help you?"

"You are very attractive, therefore I will stare at you. How else do you appreciate a work of art?"

"I-I'm not sure whether to be embarrassed for me or for you. That was a terrible line."

"It's not a line. It's the truth. Such beautiful blue eyes and a lovely face."

"Please stop staring at me."

"I'll try not to, but no promises. You're too attractive for your own good, darling."

***

"What do you think?" Jester spun around to cause her new dress to flair out like a beautiful flower blossoming. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Not nearly as beautiful as you. You are very attractive, therefore I will stare at you. The dress is just a bonus."

"Molly, that's so sweet! Thank you."

She wrapped him up in a tight hug that lifted Molly right off his feet and twirled them around a few times. After placing him back down, she hurried back into the changing room to switch into the next outfit. Right before enter, she turned back around to give Molly a quick wink that he immediately returned.

***

"Would you look at that, dinner and a show." While he was tempted to keep focusing on his work, Fjord looked up at Molly leaning casually against the door frame. "Hello there, sailor."

"Stop it."

"You are very attractive, therefore I will stare at you."

"Then I'll close the door and you can stare at that."

"You're no fun."

***

Despite Molly insisting he was fine, Yasha easily plucked him off the ground and carried him over her shoulder. He let out an annoyed huff at her, but didn't try in the slightest to wiggle out of her hold. When she set him down next to Nott, he looked up at her with a dizzy smile.

"You are very attractive, therefore I will stare at you. You are too." Molly's head flopped sideways, so he could look at Nott. "Everyone is so attractive."

"You have a concussion."

"That doesn't make any of you less attractive. If anything, it makes all of you more attractive."

"Well, you are welcome to stare. I'm getting you healing."

"Yash, you're the best!"

[howlingheartdemigod]

Someone else was doing a "bad things happen bingo" and i saw 'gunshot'. Modern au. Beau gets shot doing... Uh... Not legal things? Who does she go to for help? Caleb? (Brother?) Yasha? (Crush?) Fjord? (Friend?)

Okay, so fun fact, I started working on another version of this that featured vignettes of Beau pondering all the people she could go to, but as I was writing that, this popped into my head. I will still be writing that, so I’ll tag you but, hope this will suffice!

tw for blood and mild medical gore. Beau gets shot, so it’s what goes along with that, folks. 

don’t bring your fists to a gunfight

Beau hissed, holding gauze against her side as she stumbled towards the apartment door. She should have knows better than to stand up to the league’s organizer. He didn’t like people who mouthed back. He’d decided she was the heal, which meant she was the heal, even if that was obviously bullshit, and probably racist, while she was at it. She hadn’t expected him to fucking shoot her. What kind of maniac did that? The Gentleman, of course, waving her and her bleeding torso out of the room with a promise he hadn’t hit anything important, and a warning that if she came back without a good attitude she’d never box in the city again.

Beau knew better than to go to the hospital. She wasn’t that stupid, at least, so she went to the only person she knew for a fact had knowledge about pulling bullets out of people. She knocked on the door, leaning heavily on the frame, and waited, hoping someone was home. She was bleeding a lot. She wasn’t sure what she’d do if no one was home. She was about to lift her hand and knock again, when the door opened, revealing a tall woman, wearing black pyjama pants, a sports bra, and a pissed off, sleepy expression.

“Yasha!” Beau greeted, a stupid smile on her lips. “You’re up. Good.”

“You woke me.” Yasha replied, looking pissed off. Yasha looked fucking hot when she was pissed off. “You better have a good reason.” She said, looking Beau up and down. Her eyes couldn’t see the blood on the black hoodie Beau was wearing, but they could see how she was standing, slumped, and the pale tone to her skin. “Beau, what’s…”

“Ah, well… I tried to take initiative at work, and advocate for myself, and all that like Molly was telling me I should to make myself less of a train wreck, and, well, uh, My boss is a fucking madman.” She said, pulling her hand away from the wound, showing the blood coating her fingers. “So, the whole raise conversation didn’t go over well, exactly…”

“Oh, dear God.” Yasha said, before grabbing Beau’s wrist and pulling her inside. “Molly,” she called over her shoulder. Beau scanned the space, as Yasha pulled her hoodie up, an action that would probably occupy more of her thoughts if she wasn’t dealing with severe blood loss. She realized that Molly was sitting on the couch ten feet away from the door, and had just decided not to get up. Beau wasn’t sure what Yasha saw in him as a friend. Except of course, when she did. Molly was an incredible friend when he wanted to be, and a horrible inconvenience when he didn’t. He wanted to make the world deal with him, even when the world didn’t want anything to do with him. It was admirable.

Wow, Beau thought, I’m a fucking philosopher. I wonder if that’s the adrenaline or the lack of oxygen to my brain.

Molly looked over, and his eyes went wide, seeing Beau bleeding heavily on to their welcome mat. “Jesus, fucking christ.” He said, springing to his feet. “Holy hell.”

“Towels, Molly.” Yasha called, leaning Beau to lean against the now closed door.

Molly nodded and headed off towards their linen closet.

“You’re great at giving orders, Yasha.” Beau said, head tilting back a little. “I’m good at taking them, if you ever wanted to… That sounded… Why did I say that.” She said, eyes drifting shut. “Jesus fuck I need to shut up.”

“Don’t you dare.” Yasha said, before blushing and stammering a little. “Talking, is, it’s good. It’s, it shows that your brain is still functioning, still has enough running to it. And I don’t… I don’t mind your compliments, Beauregard.”

Before Beau could think of a proper response, Molly was back. “Towels.” He said, arms laiden with them.

“On the couch, please.” Yasha said.

“The couch’s pleather, so it’ll be easy to clean.” Beau muttered, as Molly headed over and laid the towels out.

“Correct Beau.” Yasha said, moving and pulling one of Beau’s arms over her shoulder. She walked her to the couch. “Molly I need my first aid kit from under the bathroom sink, and the rubbing alcohol next to it.”

Molly nodded and headed back off.

“you’re so good at this.” Beau said again. “Like, I don’t know how to get a bullet out of people.”

Yasha let out a little breath. “It’s all practice.” she told her. “War gives you skills you didn’t know you would need.”

Beau hummed. “I never went to war.” she said. “I did commit a few felonies though.”

Yasha’s eyes flicked up to her. “Oh?” she asked.

“Yeah. Couple forms of espionage for the american government. It’s illegal for an operative of the state to perform on US soil. I’m not supposed to talk about it, though.” she said, eyes lifting to the ceiling.

“I didn’t know that about you.” Yasha said, tugging Beau to sit her up. Yasha unzipped Beau’s sweatshirt and tugged it off her shoulders. Not the context for that action Beau had been hoping for, if she was honest.

“Well,” Beau said shrugging. “I was young. They told me I wouldn’t have to go back to high school, or go to juvie if I worked for them, and my father was more than happy to have me occupied with something worthy of our family name. I never got shot though. This is a first.”

“I have so many new questions about your life.” Molly said, coming back with a red case, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

Yasha lowered Beau back down. “Molly, if you’d be so kind, call Jester. I need her help.”

Beau let out a low groan. “She’s gonna call Nott and Deuces, who are so gonna lecture me.” She complained.

“Molly, get Jester.” Yasha repeated, fixing Beau with a look. “She is the only certified nurse we know.”

Beau let out a sigh, grumbling about how Jester didn’t even use that degree, as Molly walked away to dial the phone

Beau watched as Yasha doused her hands in rubbing alcohol. “this is gonna sting.” she said, overturning a quarter of the bottle on Beau’s stomach before Beau could ask what would sting.

“Shiiiit.” Beau muttered, arching a little.

“Still, Beau.” Yasha said, voice remarkably low and sweet for the situation. “How about, uh, you tell me about this boss of yours. I think I’d like to have words with him.”

Beau looked over at her. “He’s… He’s not my boss, he’s like… my bosses bosses boss. He’s who my contract is with. For the questionable legality of the fighting ring, it’s remarkably structured.” She said, “And you can’t, Yash. He’s… he’s a bad dude. He’s dangerous.” Beau shook her head. “I should have listened to Darion.”

“Who?” Yasha asked, finger prodding at Beau’s stomach, trying to find the bullet.

“Darion. She… she got me out. Of the whole, working for the American government thing. I mean, she trained me to use what I’d been taught for good. And she taught me how to fight. When I cut ties with her, she told me I needed to be careful. I needed to keep my rage in check. I miss her. She was great.”

Yasha was digging around in the case. “Why’d you leave?” She asked, eyes flicking over to Beau.

“I got scared.” she admitted. “I… I thought I couldn’t be a good person.” She tried to shrug, but seeing as she was laying down, it wasn’t the most effective thing. “I thought I was too broken. Too much of an asshole.”

Yasha had stopped moving, starting at Beau for a moment. Beau found herself marveling at how close Yasha’s face was to hers. “You are a good person, Beau.”

Beau looked at her, the rawness in her gaze catching her off guard. Beau took a breath, then broke the connection, not wanting to think about how it made her heart skip. It wasn’t just a normal ‘holy shit hot girl’ feeling. It was worse, scarier.

Beau shut her eyes. “Keep telling me that, I’ll try and believe it.” She muttered.

Yasha’s words came soft and measured. “I will. I’ll tell you until you believe it.”

Beau looked over, just as Yasha looked down, pulling a pair of surgical tweezers from some packaging. She dumped some more rubbing alcohol over them, then looked to Beau. “I need you to stay still, okay?” she said.

Beau took a breath, then leaned back. “Yup.” she said. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, trying to get into a meditative state. She curled her hands into fists, starting to seperate a little. But then she felt the rough skin of Yasha’s hand pressing into her stomach. She felt Yasha’s thumb drift back and forth, a little comfort. She again became painfully aware of how close Yasha was. Then she felt the tweezers enter the hole the bullet had ripped into her body, and hissed in pain. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“I know, I know.” Yasha said. “Still, Beauregard.” She felt Yasha pull the hand she had braced on her stomach away, and dig around in the case. “Here, bite this so you don’t bite your tongue.” She said, and Beau felt her hold something leather to her lips. Beau opened her mouth and used her tongue to slide it into place. She wanted to ask Yasha why she casually had a leather mouth guard in her first aid bag. She didn’t want to know the answer, figuring Beau wasn’t the first person she’d had to patch up without anesthetic. She figured, in fact, that some of the patching up had been on herself.

Yasha got back to work, and after a few painstaking moments, Beau felt and heard the squelch of the bullet being removed. “Okay, okay, okay. It’s in tact. There aren’t any other pieces.” Yasha said under her breath. “Beau, I’m going to need to feel around inside, to make sure that it didn’t hit anything.” She said, and Beau heard her undoing the cap of the rubbing alcohol again. Beau opened her eyes, and looked over to see Yasha dousing her hands over a towel again. Beau looked past her, seeing the small dark bullet, coated in blood, on a nice white hand towel.

‘Molly is going to hold this over me forever. I ruined so many towels.’ she thought.

“Yash.” Beau heard Molly call. “Jester’s on her way. Fjord’s with her, they were out together. I also called Caleb, who’s insisting on coming. Nott and Caduceus were both already with him.”

“Fuck.” Beau said though the mouth piece, so it sounded more like ‘Phuac.’

Molly smiled moving around by her head. “I like this. Can we put a bit in her mouth all the time.

“Phuac houa, Ollieauk.” Beau muttered, shutting her eyes again. She took a deep breath, and felt Molly put his hands on her shoulders, half comforting her, half holding her down.

Yasha pressed her fingers against the wound, searching for anything that would require internal stitches. She prayed there wasn’t. That would mean, at best, Jester’s more intense expertise, at worst, going to the hospital. Beau hated hospitals.

“I think we’re good.” Yasha said, pressing some gauze to the wound. “If you don’t want a nasty scar, we should pack this and for Jester to get here.”

Beau shook her head. “Ah dunn-” She reached a hand up and took the guard out of her mouth. “I don’t care. Stitch me up.”

Yasha looked up at her. “Jester is still coming, and she will still insist on looking you over.”

“But,” Beau had to take a deep breath, a wave of dizziness hitting her. The adrenaline was wearing off. She was gonna start feeling the pain a lot worse a lot sooner. “If I’m patched she’ll have less to stress about. And my only life philosophy is ‘keep Jester from stressing.’” She cracked a smile, but she had a tough crowd, who really didn’t think she was funny in the moment. Yasha and Molly locked eyes, then Yasha sighed, and moved to retrieve her suture supplied from the kit.

“Put the guard back in your mouth, Beauregard.” Yasha said, turning to start stitching her up.

Beau did as she was told, ignoring Molly’s ‘Let me leave the room at least.’

Beau shut her eyes again, not wanting to see herself get stitched up. She didn’t like medical stuff on her own body. It’s why her nose was set crooked. It’s why her ankle popped when she walked. It’s why her shoulder had been stiff since she took a bad fall off a balcony onto a flower bush at age 17, two years into her career in espionage.

After a few minutes, or an hour, or whatever, Beau felt the tugging sensation stop, and heard Yasha let out a breath. “Okay. Beau.” she said, “I just need to wrap this.”

Beau let out a little sigh. She took the mouth guard out, dropping it off the couch. “Good.” she said. She felt Yasha’s fingers move to start wrapping the wound. There was a pounding knock at the door, that Molly headed off to answer. “Hey, Beau.” Yasha said.

Beau turned her head, letting out a little, “Hmm?” her noise was swallowed by a gasp of shock as Yasha kissed her. Beau barely had a chance to kiss her back, to tilt her head, to smile into it, before Yasha pulled away again.

“Don’t you ever scare me like this again.” she said. “And we are going tomorrow to buy you out of your contract.”

Beau had a dopey smile on her face, as Jester bounded into the room, checking Beau over. She still had it an hour later, long after the rest of her friends, family, had arrived to dote over her. She still had it when she fell asleep on the couch. And it returned as soon as she woke up to find her friends sprawled around the room asleep, Yasha, in the old recliner, asleep, a hand stretched towards Beau on the couch. Beau took a breath, one hand going to the gauze on her stomach. She reached the other towards Yasha’s hand, and let out a sigh of relief, deciding that she’d picked the right person to come to after all.

[softheartasaurus]

Beau is middle-aged now. Her hair is still clipped close to the skull on the bottom and tied in a knot on top, but it's graying. Lines have begun to mark her face like a map, telling stories of the journeys she has made in this world. She’s still sarcastic and irascible, just like the old days. Now her time is spent barking orders at her subordinates in the monastery, managing the Cobalt Soul's affairs and training snot-nosed, mouthy little motherfuckers like Dairon did before her. But tonight she feels silent. Her body aches. Thoughts amble sluggishly through her mind. A letter from an old friend flutters slightly in a breeze so humid it’s almost like a living beast slinking catlike around her quarters.

A weight presses upon her back as she pores over her papers. She doesn't tense or flinch. In a measured, familiar motion, her hand rises to cup the cheek of the large, winged woman hunched over her.

"Hey, babe."

"Hello, Beau," Yasha says, kissing the top of her head.

"It's been a while, huh?" She’s using the tone she has for the students who try to bullshit her. Crotchety as she is, she tries to keep her face blank to disguise the fact that even after thirty years her heart still explodes into pyrotechnic daisies whenever Yasha talks to her in that voice soft and sweet as heather.

"Longer than I meant for. Things got crazy on the Celestial Plane."

"And?”

"And I'm sorry," Yasha says, her arms sliding over Beau's shoulders. Her hair tickles Beau's ears and cheeks. It's all silvery white now, having lost its inky blackness in her younger years, with the same constellations of charms, ribbons, and beads caught in snaking braids.

"Guess I forgive you," Beau purrs, nuzzling into Yasha's neck. Yasha never stopped Yasha-ing in all the years they’ve been together. In fact, it’s been over six months since she’s felt this warmth and her hardass mentor act doesn’t stand a chance.  

Lips pressed into her hair, Yasha glances at the papers spread out on the tray in front of them. On top is a letter from Caleb: he, Jester, and Mollymauk had crossed paths... She has to squint to keeps the words from unraveling on the page. Her left eye had been damaged in a fight years back; a jagged scar runs over the crest of the cheek bone and down into the socket.

"He got another cat? How many is that now?"

"Oh, he's got, like, a sanctuary going. He's got shitloads of cats."

"Hmm."

"I think the poor guy's been lonely ever since Nott died. I mean, Molly travels a lot; you're on and off fucking plane for the Stormlord; Jester, Fjord, and me have shit going on."

Yasha feels a pang in her chest. Poor Caleb. "What about you? Are you lonely?"

"I'm a cold-hearted bitch. I don't need anybody," Beau says as she entwines her fingers in Yasha's and gives the knuckles a kiss.

Yasha can't help but smile at her lover. Still the same asshole she ever was. She gives her a peck on the cheek.

"Love you, Yash."

"I love you too." Yasha soaks in the moment. It feels good to be home. Sweat and incense linger on Beau’s skin, filling her nostrils. Her body settles underneath her, tense muscles easing in the comfort of domestic familiarity. Her breathing is steady and measured as the hours. 

"Okay, enough lovey-dovey shit. I'm going to bed." She pecks Beau on the cheek again and pulls away. Her clothes and armor are flung to the floor as she walks to Beau’s bed.

Beau laughs, wheezing and drunken. "Save the rest for me, okay babe?

[sociallyawkwardfoxwriter]

Fjord and Jester talk about their crushes?

When I saw this, I was really excited because I haven’t done a lot of Jester and Fjord friendship. This ended up being a lot of fun to write!

Hope you enjoy!

The click of boots against the wooden floor alerted Fjord to the tiefling joining him before her shadow fell across him. Without bothering to ask any questions, Jester flopped onto the floor next to him. Instead of using her arms to pillow his head like him, she plopped her head on his bicep and let out an unnecessarily loud sigh. She repeated it when he didn't say anything, then poked him in the ribs when he continued to remain silent.

"Fjord, what are doing?"

"Thinking."

"But why are you doing it all the way in your room by yourself?"

"Just wanted a little quiet."

"Did you really want quiet or are you over here for another reason?"

As gently as possible, Fjord slipped his arm out from beneath Jester's head, so he could sit up. "What other reason would I have to go to my room? Sleep?"

"Well, Caleb made that joke and you blushed really hard, then made the lamest excuse to leave."

"You all make jokes all the time that make me blush. Why would I leave because of that?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, Jess."

"Are you in love with Caleb?" The earnestness in Jester's eyes and her soft smile tempted him to answer, but the shock of her question kept him silent. "Because it's okay if you are! He's really pretty and smart and he made this incredible tower for us and he wanted to dance with you."

"That's all true."

"He is pretty amazing. I totally understand why you would be in love with him. There's a lot to love about him."

"I, uh, yeah. Yeah, I am in love with Caleb. Is it that obvious?"

"You did buy him that super expensive Ioun stone, which will really help him, but he did give me his money and you didn't even want to use it. You just bought it and wanted to give it to him. It was really cute."

"He needs the protection."

"I know that, Fjord, but it was a little romantic that you bought it for him."

"That's not why I did it. I just... We're dealing with all these people from his past that probably want to kill him and there's already been so many close calls. Hell, I almost killed him in Dashilla's lair. The more protection he can get, the better."

Jester nodded in understanding, then nudged him playfully with her shoulder. "Do you want to know what I think?"

"Even if I didn't, you would tell me, but yes. Tell me what you think."

"I think that two of you would be really cute together."

"Cute isn't a good basis for a relationship."

"Maybe not, but you also have a lot in common. That's really important for a good relationship."

"That's true."

"Is that why you're in love with him?"

"I'm in love with him for a lot of reason. This entire tower embodies all the things I love most about him. He's brilliant and kind hearted and silly. If I could, I would spend all day listening to him talk about his interests."

"That's really sweet, Fjord. I think you should go for it. I can totally help you get him alone to take him on a date!"

"Thank you, Jess. That's really kind of you." He pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head, then leaned back on his hands. "Can I ask you a question now?"

"It's only fair! Ask away."

"Do you like Beau?"

"That's a silly question, Fjord. Beau and I share a room at the Xhorhaus."

"You know that's not what I mean."

With a heavy sigh, Jester leaned dramatically against his chest. "She's in love with Yasha."

"And?"

"And, she doesn't like me."

"You really think Beau doesn't have a big enough heart to love you and Yasha. Have you seen her and Caleb? I have never seen two people love each other more than the two of them. Beau has a lot to give."

"Do you think Yasha would feel like I'm trying to take Beau away from her?"

"Are you only interested in Beau or do you have feelings for Yasha as well?"

"Yasha is pretty cool." Jester bit her lip as she trailed off into silence, then sat up to look him in the eye. "I like Yasha, but I don't know if I like her like that you know because she was gone for a really long time and we didn't get to know each other well before that. If we got to know each other better, I might."

"The way I see it is you have a few options. You could tell Beau that you have feelings for her and want to figure out a way that you and Yasha could both be in a relationship with her. You do that and make it clear that you might like to also be in a relationship with Yasha in the future after you time to get to know each other better. You could wait until you get to know Yasha better, then approach both of them once you have a better idea of whether you would like a relationship with both of them."

"If I wait, I might lose my chance."

"I don't think that's true. It takes time to figure things out. There's no reason to put a time limit on it. They'll understand."

"Maybe, I could talk to them about how I'm feeling just so they know, but our relationship stays the same for now."

His arm wrapped around Jester to pull her into a hug that she eagerly reciprocated. "That sounds like a good idea."

"And while I talk to them, you can ask Caleb on a date!"

"We're in the middle of the tundra. Where am I supposed to ask him to go on a date?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Fjord. You would ask him to go on a date after we finish this job. Oh, you should take him dancing!"

"I'm not the best dancer."

"Caleb didn't complain about your dancing. In fact, you guys stayed in the stinky place just to keep dancing with him. Take him dancing, Fjord!"

"Fine, but if it goes poorly I blame you."

"You'll be thanking me later!"

"We'll see."

[conceptstage]

“Okay,” Nott said, passing around the slips of paper. “We’re going to settle this once and for all to prove that everyone thinks that Caleb is the leader.”

Caleb frowned and crossed his arms. “Nott,” he started.

“I’m not saying that you need to become the leader even though you’re clearly the most qualified. This is just to prove a point. Everyone write down Caleb’s name or, you know, who ever else you think might be the best leader. Then I’ll read them out so that we can keep this all anonymous.”

Beau sighed and rolled her eyes but took the slip of paper. “This is stupid. We don’t need a leader.”

“We’re not picking a leader,” Nott said again. “We’re just deciding on who would be best for the job. There, everyone has their paper. Go!”

Everyone started writing with various degrees of enthusiasm. Jester was furiously writing a novel, Caleb stared at the paper for a few seconds before sighing and jotting something down, and Caduceus was meticulously shaping each letter of a short word. When they were finished, they all folded their papers and slid them over to Nott.

“Here,” Beau said. “I’m annoyed at myself for participating, but here.”

Nott took all the papers and put them in the empty mug she’d just finished off. She shook it and then started fishing around inside it. She cleared her throat theatrically and pulled out the first piece of paper. “Oooh, it’s mine. One vote for Caleb.” She grinned and sat it aside. She pulled out another one and read it aloud, frowning. “One for Jester.”

Jester gasped and then clapped excitedly. “Oh, I would be such a good leader, you guys, I really, really would. Could I have voted for myself? I didn’t, but could I have?”

“No,” Nott said, pulling out a third one. “This one says ‘Bo’, spelled B-O.”

Caduceus smiled calmly. “Is that not how it’s spelled?”

Beau raised an eyebrow and leaned back in her chair to look at him around Jester’s body. “You voted for me?”

“Of course. You’re clearly the only one with a calm head on your shoulders.”

Nott shook her head. “Alright, alright. No clear winner yet. I’m sure this next one will be a vote for Caleb.” She pulled out a fourth one. “This one says ‘I think that Fjord would be the very best leader ever, he’s so kind and strong and he’s good at decisions.’”

Everyone turned to look at Jester who shrugged. “Whaaaaat? You don’t know that it was me.”

“There is a dick drawn in the corner of this paper.”

Jester giggled. “Okay, okay, okay, it was me.”

Nott sighed. “No winner yet. Next is…. One for Yasha.” Yasha looked surprised but didn’t speak. “One for… Caduceus. Okay, you guys clearly misunderstood this assignment. This next one will decide who the leader should be, you assholes.” She reached in and pulled out the last one. “This one is for-” she cut herself off and her eyes widened. “... me. Is that really one vote for each of us? What the fuck? Did you fuckers conspire to do this?”

Beau snorted in amusement. “We didn’t even know you were going to do this weird ass shit. If I had known, I would have stayed in my room. Can we just get drunk, please? We don’t need a leader.”

Nott sighed and hopped off the table to retake her seat next to Caleb. “Fine. You’re wrong, you’re all wrong, but fine.”

Caleb reached up to pat her shoulder. “It’s fine, Nott. Beau’s right, we don’t need a leader and even if we did I would not be the right choice.”

“But you’re so smart.”

“There are…” he paused thoughtfully. “Different kinds of intelligence. Being book smart does not necessarily lend itself to leadership.”

Nott frowned but nodded. “Alright. Let’s drink then.”

Beau clapped once and then started waving down a waitress. “Finally.”

Jester started looking intently into everyone's eyes. “Who voted for me? Who voted for me, you guys?”

“Jester, it’s supposed to be anonymous,” Fjord said.

Jester gasped. “It was you! You voted for me, Fjord, that’s so sweet.”

Fjord cleared his throat and blushed. “A-Actually, I voted for Yasha.”

Beau wiggled her fingers. “I voted for you, Jester.” She turned on Fjord again and frowned. “You voted for Yasha? She leaves all the time. Don’t get me wrong, Yash, you do you, but disappearing everytime it rains isn’t exactly the best thing for a leader to do.”

Yasha nodded. “She’s right. That’s why I voted for Caduceus. He’s the most stable.” Their voices started to rise and they all started arguing over the table. Caleb sighed and put his head in his hand in exasperation as Nott joined the yelling.