I know I’m never around anymore but I had this amazing thought. Baldur’s Gate 3’s Karlach and Shadowheart, Dragon Age 2’s Isabela and Aveline, and Critical Role Campaign 2’s Jester and Yasha all somehow having one of those chicken fights in the pool. Smols on swoles’ shoulders. I can see it so vividly. Idk how they end up there since obviously Karlach could evaporate the pool but it’s a hilarious and wholesome image regardless. Whether it’s a romantic ship thing or platonic, it’s so damn amusing to me. If I find time I’ll do a fanfic for it but otherwise I throw it to the hands of others to enjoy.
title: flowers are the way to a girl’s heart
relationship: jester/beauregard/yasha
summary: hanahaki au/multichapter
Chapter 4: Summary: Beau dreams. Jester and Yasha talk. And Caleb is weirdly good at navigating an emotional situation for once.
Fic Summary: Her dad always told the same old stories at parties. But, drunk one night, he told a different story. About the flowers that he would spew every waking hour he couldn’t be with her mom. The love of his life. It only left him once he had confessed his love. It’s what people meant when they said you were lovesick, he said. Burns you up inside hot enough that everyone can see it, or just makes you start coughing up flowers.
She had thought her dad was talking shit like always, but turns out it’s true. She should have guessed after she found out the hag was real too. Beau was in love twice over, and now some weird dumb love magic was punishing her for it.
“Yasha, Yasha, now that you’re back, you have to come see your room!”
Jester has her by the wrist and is pulling her through the Xhorhaus before she can disagree–not that she ever would. Things are still fuzzy after Obann, after everything, and she can’t stop thinking about the sound Beau made when she stabbed into her. She blinks away fear and sorrow and tries to focus again on Jester.
“—sure how long you would be gone, but I finished it before you came back, thank goodness.” They arrive at Yasha’s door and Jester stops, turning around with her back pressed against the door to level Yasha with a bright grin. “You have to close your eyes.”
“I do?” Yasha asks, a little confused.
“Yes, for the surprise!” Jester grabs Yasha’s wrist, bringing up her thick hand to act as a blindfold, making Yasha promise not to cheat. She grabs the other and pulls her slowly through the door, closing it shut behind them. Yasha can’t hear anything in particular, so she stays quiet, letting herself be led to what she finds out is a bed when Jester pushes her onto it.
“Okay,” Jester says, and suddenly she sounds–nervous? “You can open your eyes now.”
Yasha hesitates and Jester giggles. “Seriously, it’s okay.”
Yasha opens her eyes to...flowers?
She looks over at Jester, surprised, then turns back to the bright swirling colors in front of her. Yasha knows that there are a lot of colors, she’s been taking note of them since she saw Mollymauk for the first time, in all of his clashing hues.
That’s got nothing on this.
On the wall right next to her bed, there is a wall of the most beautiful thing Yasha has ever seen: a field of painted flowers. The room itself is small and unassuming, but the way Jester has incorporated greens, yellows, reds–Molly’s purple, her own shade of blue–into big sweeping petals and tiny stems fill the empty room and has Yasha gasping in delight and joy. She can pick out a few dicks that Jester has hidden in there too, and her answering laughter is full of tears. She turns back toward Jester with a smile, who reaches out and wipes at her cheek.
“You’re crying,” she says softly. “Do you like it?”
“So are you.” Yasha scoots closer to her, wiping a tear from her cheek in return.
“Yeah, well I think that’s the first time I’ve really heard you laugh.” Jester turns her face away and scrubs at her eyes.
“I love it so much. It’s so beautiful.”
Yasha grabs Jester gently by the chin to turn her back around and kiss her softly. It’s so light, Jester almost wouldn’t believe it happened, if it weren’t for her heart beating out of control.
“So sweet of you to cry for me, to do all of this for me. I wish I was better with words.” Yasha puts a hand on her chest and shakes her head, overcome. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Yashi. Anytime.”
Yasha turns back to the flower wall with a happy smile. “I love you, Jes.”
Jester threads an arm through Yasha’s and leans a head on her shoulder. She doesn’t know how long they sit there, but she thinks she could sit there forever, as long as it made her friend happy.
All this Polynein (aka Jester and her harem) talk and folks keep leaving Yasha of the list as if she DIDN’T refer to Jester as adorable and have a terribly uncomfortable conversation with Beau about how Jester was single ALL the way back in episode one.
