Astrojams

For the sake of this post, we’ll be sticking to the “generalized idea of a Gemini (Sun), Scorpio (Sun) and Pisces (Sun).”

Libra X Gemini

Gemini X Pisces

Pisces X Aquarius

Virgo X Leo

Taurus X Aries

Cancer X libra

The wind chimes were tinkling softly with the gentle breeze of the light drizzle outside as two warm bodies settled on top of the battered couch in the living room. The room was pitch black sans for the stacks of candles being the only other source of light besides the soft glow of the green wall clock. Larger hands clasped around smaller ones as deep greens stared deeply into ocean blues. 

"Gemini...you've been acting so strange all day. First the bed of roses, then the candlelight dinner and now this? - I mean, don't get me wrong. The attention is flattering and all, but what's going on baby?" 

Gemini watches as Pisces tightens her hold onto their clasped hands, ocean blue orbs searching through the vast sea of emerald for an answer. The crease between her brows deepened when she didn't immediately get a garbled of a response (like he usually does when she’s being serious). Instead, her boyfriend simply bored his soul into hers through his sheer gaze, a soft smile adorning his lips. Up close, Pisces could see the blazing flames from the candles reflected in the fragments of green hues. Warmth spreads through her cheeks and bloomed in her chest as she realised that his gaze was that of unabashed adoration.

As if she was the only thing in the room that mattered.

“Pisces - Mi Amor, angel, baby, sweetheart, my love,” Gemini breathes out, turning their clasped hands over so he was holding her hands on top of his, “We have known each other for thirteen years, been together for eight years and hopefully will remain so for many years to come.”

As he muttered those words he cupped one of Pisces’ hand to his cheek, “You made me realise that we needed to work towards love,” he whispered into her hand, hot breath tickling the skin of her palm, “that it was something that didn’t just happen.” He continued to plant a trail of light kisses across her hand, kissing each one of her fingers sensually before nosing her wrist gently and nipping it lightly. He watched with a wicked pleasure as his beloved squirmed in her seat, blue eyes dark with lust as she bit her bottom lips to contain the delicious melody he knew her throat was capable of playing.  

“That love took time to genuinely create - together.”

Gemini shifted himself forward suddenly, grabbing onto Pisces’ shoulder and pushing her down into the couch. Dark locks billowed behind her like a curtain as she was abruptly encased by a pair of strong arms and broad shoulders. Pisces lets out a gasp of surprise, trapped by the love of her life; not that she was complaining. Once again, the ravenhead found herself momentarily smouldered by Gemini’s heated stare and she was starting to feel giddy with anticipation at what’s to come.

Her gaze trailed to Gemini’s hand disappearing into his back pocket, only to pull out a small plush indigo box. The hand holding the box quivered a bit, and Pisces found herself gazing in astonishment as Gemini bit his bottom lips. Just a breath ago, he looked like he was about to devour her whole existence into himself, but behind the grandiose display of confidence and dominance was the very same boy she fell in love with eight years ago. All of his nervous energy, slightly awkward self.

“I may not be the most romantic, the smartest or the richest, most eligible bachelor. I can be unbelievably scattered, inconsistent and unsure of myself sometimes. But believe me when I tell you this, that I have never been more sure about anything in my twenty-five years on this godforsaken Earth.”

The box pops open to reveal an amethyst encrusted ring, glittering bright with promises of the future with the man of her wildest dreams. “Pisces, the keeper of my heart and soul. I wish to embark on this new chapter with you as my partner.” 

The soft patters of the rain could be heard from the comforts of bed, little droplets dripping down onto the rooftop of their quaint little apartment and lulling the couple into a sleepy haze as Pisces wraps a white feathered wing around her trans girlfriend and pulls her inwards. Jet black locks flutters around her girlfriend’s face as Pisces nuzzles herself closer towards her significant other, the white wings framing the two lovers.

“Nothing much. Just how lucky I am to have you here with me, Gemini.”

The aforementioned female hums in acknowledgement, pushing her girlfriend’s beautiful blonde locks aside from her face and cupping her cheek before kissing her. Gemini licks across Pisces’ lips, lapping languidly at her bottom lips and nipping at the corner of her mouth. A lazy kiss for a lazy morning.

The angel shifted herself closer towards Gemini, her leg slipping in between hers as her hand snaked under the punk band shirt that Gemini is so fond of. Gemini gasped softly, grabbing Pisces by the wrist before knocking her forehead gently against the blonde’s.

“Easy there, birdie. Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Gemini murmured, sleep still evident within her deep voice as she tugs the angel closer and decides to wrap herself around Pisces, pushing her head flushed against Gemini’s chest until Pisces was lying on top of her.

The both of them laid down in bed, simply content with the way things are between them. There were no worries; no judgement as the both of them understood each other and their struggles with transitioning. And while Pisces had been in the gig long before her precious punk bat, she still struggles with gaining the love and acceptance of her love ones. Don’t get her wrong; some of her family members and friends were accepting and supportive of her when she came out as a trans woman. 

Others? Not so much. 

But as she peered into the deep chestnut eyes of her beautiful beloved, she knew that everything was going to be okay. 

The sudden static of an incoming call from a walkie-talkie alerted the girls as Pisces grumbled in sheer annoyance, muttering that the call better be worth it or she was going to slaughter someone for interrupting one of the rarest moments in her life; a lazy morning with Gemini. 

“White Tern, come in, White Tern.”

Gemini raised an amused eyebrow as Pisces scrambled out of bed to snatch up the walkie-talkie from their shared dresser, hastily pressing onto the button. “White Tern responding. What’s the stitch, Trojan?”

“The stitch is you should be on mission right now. Where are you?”

Pisces looks over her shoulder to see her girlfriend stretching herself out like a cat, mop of disheveled black hair curling around her face. When Gemini catches the angel staring, she darts her tongue out and wets her bottom lip before giving her a Cheshire grin. That fucking tease. “With my...girlfriend?”

The person on the opposite line splutters, “With your - ! White Tern, the team needs you to be on board with the mission! Orphisio is still out there wrecking mayhem and you still have the gall to - “ 

“Kkkkshhhh, oh no, Trojan! I’m losing you kkshhh,” Pisces exaggerates, pretending that the walkie-talkie was losing signal. Gemini tried her best not to snort out loud, her hand slapping to cover her mouth.

“White Tern, don’t you dare hang - “

The blonde immediately removes the batteries from the walkie-talkie and tosses the contraption on top of the dresser before crawling into bed with Gemini again. “Superhero business? Should you be concern with that?” the raven-haired teased, giving Pisces a quick peck on the lips.

Submitted by Yours Truly ;))

Ratings: Mature (For now)

Fandom: Bellanoche’s ZodiacKids

Pairing: Gemini/Scorpio | GemScorp, Cancer/Leo | CanLeo, Virgo/Capricorn | CapVirgo if you squint really hard

Characters: Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn, (Mentions of Castor and Pollux)

Contains: Angst, Drama, Fluff, Hurt, Jealousy, Misunderstadings, Multiple Personality Disorder (Sort of), Possessive Behaviour, Violence, Vulgarities

Part One:

“Hey, Scorp.”

A soft, almost meek whisper. That doesn’t sound like the Gemini he knew. The Gemini he knew had a voice that reverbrated through the room like the annoying, lecherous parasite he was. However, instead of the eternal voice of a thousand raging pixies and tower bells that usually come out of his surprisingly tiny mouth, all the tall, brooding noirette heard was how lethargic Gemini was.

Scorpio eyed the blonde through his peripheral vision, not really glancing up from the book in his hand as he observed Gemini staring blankly at the floor. “Hm? Did you want something?”

A sharp breath.

That made Scorpio stare up at the twin sign from his book. The monochromatic eyed child had turned his back to the scorpion ruler and was sitting cross-legged by the window seat. Outside, the day has fallen for night to rule. No stars nor the moon had blanketed the sky, leaving the night cold and alone. Grey clouds hung about the empty plane instead. The silence around them seemed to thicken as seconds went by without a word, until the only thing that surrounded the dimly lit room was a heavy tension. Doesn’t this reflects exactly how I feel the blonde thought.

Gemini sigh softly through his nose, breaking the silence. Well, it’s now or never.“Let’s break up.”

A pregnant pause. “What?” The noirette mumbled. He must be hearing things. The book, now long forgotten on the floor, had been pushed aside as the noirette had his full attention on the smaller boy’s back. Scorpio’s mind whirred, the words not yet processed into the dark depth of his cerebrum. “I didn’t think I heard you right.”

Gemini shut his eyes, his head hung low as hot tears threathened to spill. He swallowed harshly, twisting his fingers as he refuses to gaze at the noirette’s reflection in the glass. Thank goodness he had his back to Scorpio. “I’m getting tired, Scorp,” Please, ask me why, “I don’t think I have feelings for you anymore.” Lies. I love you so much, it hurts.

“So can you please, get out of my room?”

Things went by pretty much a blur after that. Gemini had led the still stunned scorpion out of the room as the blonde shut the door behind him gently. Scorpio now stared at the closed door for quite a period of time, stormy blue eyes hazy with confusion. Only after a few moments of thinking did he realise:

He just got dumped.

At first, all he felt was perplexed. Questions ran through his head, like why did they break up? Did he do something wrong? Is this another one of Gemini’s elaborated pranks to get back at him? Nothing really make any sense at all.

Perplex made way for raw, hot burning anger and a hollow sadness that clawed at his chest, making it beat wildly as anguished bled into his veins. All he could hear was the rapid rush of his blood and the rage in his head. What the fuck was that? Did he just dumped Scorpio without an explanation?

He raised a tightly balled fist, prepared to knock on the door and demand for an explanation when a freckled hand grabbed at his wrist and halted his hand mid-air. The noirette whipped his head to the side, wondering who the hell dared to mess with him. Stormy blue eyes met cold, calculated green as Scorpio found himself staring intensely at the older Mercurial sibling.

“I suggest you do not discommode my younger brother, or you will have to deal with my wrath, Sorcerer,” Virgo informed disdainfully, the grip on Scorpio’s wrist tightening to emphasise that he meant the threat. There was another round of staring as Virgo observed Scorpio’s lips pressing into a thin line and how his stormy blue eyes glowed intensely with undeniable fury. The brunette could guess as much how much the scorpion wanted to bash something, even if it meant rearranging Virgo’s face.

The noirette growled as he yanked his hand back from the brunette, causing Virgo to stumble back a little in surprise. He braced himself, already prepared for Scorpio to start lashing out at him, but all the scorpion ruler did was flipped him off and shove him out of the way. He watched as the noirette stomped down the hall and into his room, slamming the door behind him.

Virgo sighed, mostly from relief than anything else. Scorpio doesn’t get mad easily, but when he does, it will be a violent hurricane that will wipe out anything at sea and cannot be calmed until all intruders on the water surface perished under its crushing waves.

And he rather not be at the other end of receiving that fury.

A few minutes prior to his interaction with Scorpio, Gemini had texted Virgo. At that time, the older Mercurial sibling was just about to return from work when he got a text from his younger brother, saying It’s over. Worried like the good brother he was, Virgo had rushed home to find Scorpio outside the door of Gemini’s bedroom. The rest all played out later.

“Gemini, it’s me, Virgo. Open the door,” said the disciple, his tone hushed.

The door clicked open and Virgo stepped in.

(If ya haven’t noticed, I wrote in some of my headcanons for Gemini, Virgo and Scorpio. I wrote it base on a picture @bellanoche-u3u last time! Check him out, he’s awesome 💕💕)

P.S. The GemVirgo Shipper has been revealed. @bellanoche-u3u kun, I know you’ve been pretty sad lately, so I’ve made a fanfic for you as a really later birthday gift. Hope you love it :))

in recent seasons esp it feels like those two are just drifting further and further apart. ever since ‘you’re getting old’, i don’t feel like their relationship has been portrayed the same way and it’s steadily getting worse – given how often they’re now pitted against each other, passively not supporting the other, not to mention s19 where they were basically fighting through the entire arc.

i think a lot of this also comes at the expense of matt and trey’s eagerness to jump at any possible kyle vs. cartman story line. i think the foil dynamic between those two has yielded a lot of great episodes. but for the last couple seasons it seems they’ve made kyle so wrapped up in cartman’s business that stan has been pushed almost to the background (no thanks to fuckin randy either lmao). like i get excited when stan is on-screen and has lines now b/c he’s had so few comparatively for most of the last two seasons (esp strange given that in past seasons he had significantly more episodes centered around him/his family than the other boys and is often thought to be the main boy of their group). i just want a break from cartman-focused story lines w/ kyle taking umbrage to them as a constant b-plot. 

and i don’t think this would be as large a problem if kyle wasn’t shown to be pretty unambiguously more important to stan than stan is to kyle. we get a lot of opportunities to see this as stan is generally far less often in grave danger or distress than kyle; super best friends, cherokee hair tampons, smug alert, the list, etc. are all good examples of stan going pretty far to save or help kyle, but we don’t have a ton of those moments vice versa. kyle’s moments tend to be more subtle: taking care of stan when’s he’s ill in fun with veal, watching over him when he sleeps in manbearpig, guiding him to safety when stan is stunned in imaginationland, trying to see him through an ego trip such as in butterballs or scause for applause – little moments. 

above all, i think what they bring to each other is that kyle operates as a moral and ethical guide for stan and keeps him grounded, and stan acts as a conduit for kyle to sort through his constant frustration and support him emotionally so he doesn’t let those feelings carry him away. they keep each other’s feet on the ground; they’re often presented as the only two truly sane people, and i think growing up in a little fucked-up town like that forces them to be heavily co-dependent on each other, for better or worse.

a large part of kyle’s character is despite being so reactionary, he doesn’t process his negative feelings unless it’s through anger. he doesn’t often cry or allow himself to be sad – even when heidi broke up with him and insinuated he unwittingly manipulated her, and was ‘sneaky’ for being jewish, he’s mostly just stunned. in the following episode, he doesn’t interact with either heidi or cartman in anyway that indicates he still has tender feelings about the situation. now, in ep9, we know he still does b/c of the phone call with garrison – you can hear the anguish in his voice.

it seems evident that kyle views being sad as a deterrent to action, and he prefers to deal with things directly and head-on, so he channels those emotions into rage instead because it allows him to do something about it. if anything, he’s kind of emotionally illiterate. and i think this is what has caused and keeps causing a large riff between him and stan. stan is far more sensitive and prone to depression, and whenever he’s shown going through a rough time, it seems kyle puts in a minimal amount of effort to see him through it before he becomes frustrated and disengages with the situation. the most obvious example of this is you’re getting old, obviously, but raisins is another great one – stan doesn’t immediately respond to kyle’s attempts to cheer him up in a positive way, so he feels like he’s wasted his time, and quickly resorts to berating the goth kids at the coffee shop and being snide to stan. which isn’t what stan needs; he’s swayed by butters clearly articulating his own heartbreak and sadness in an honest but optimistic way, which is something kyle struggles with. but i don’t think it’s that kyle doesn’t care? he obviously does in assburgers, but he mentions to wendy that being around stan makes him depressed, and kyle is so greatly adverse to feeling that way that he decides the most prudent way to carry on is just to cut stan, his best friend, from his life. a major left turn if you will

so far this season has been absent of all of this, and i think that’s why we see kyle acting the way he is currently after ep9: neither of them is providing each other w that support. there’s still a lot of residual tension left over from seasons 19 and 20 at the expense of kyle being everyone’s constant whipping boy, gender war between the boys and girls, pc principal etc. i feel the most damage that’s come out of this season is on stan’s end; kyle has spent the last half of this arc fighting an uphill battle and fighting it alone, and given all that’s happened, it’s bred a lot of disaffection and upset inside him. heidi becoming cartman 2.0 has only made this worse; kyle can’t effectively speak in his own defense b/c it only fuels both her and eric’s embers to ridicule him, so he’s mostly just been taking it w/out much of a fight. stan’s indifference leaves kyle w no one to turn to, insofar as stan actively contributing somewhat to kyle’s feelings of alienation through discouraging his earlier efforts with heidi, or laughing at heidi and eric’s constant jokes about kyle being like his mother. if there is one thing i wish to (hopefully!) see in this season’s finale, or next season, it would be some reconciliation between stan and kyle – contrition for past behavior, an admission that neither of them has been putting in the necessary work that bolsters their friendship, reigniting what makes their relationship so special