#florice rvb

[rvb-relationship-royale]

RVB Romantic Relationship Royale- Round 1, Part 2, Poll 1

[noridal]

Ngl that seeing people reacting to my and @dresdenlies 's florice propaganda in this post is changing my brain chemistry and now I can't stop thinking about it. Anyhow, a quick question for my ego (and my constant need of blorbo content)

(reblogs are deeply appreciated I need to find my people)

[bluedaddy]

@aidenpriceless tonight I'm feeling really, really cold. I could use some warmth :)

[noridal]

Well you know it was coming. Florice babeyyy

I'm fucking feral over these two bastards fjsnxnd okay okay okay let's go

You can't convince me that they didn't want to fuck the second they laid eyes on each other.

Their radar fucking went off and they knew they were the same brand of socially awkward weird, despite manifesting it in different ways.

Honestly the way these guys are opposite and the same is so crazy to me that it feels like my soul is put in a blender every time I think about these two standing next to each other, let alone interacting.

It's the politeness. It's the way you know they're both been outcasts their whole live due to their behaviour. It's how you know they both have urges they can't share with the world.

I can't help but imagine that they have some sort of telepathic connection because their experiences happen to be so similar, yet their lives are completely different.

These two are fated to end badly, and depressed and miserable, because they just can't make friends the normal way™ and they need friends so badly, yet they constantly need to put on a facade to be at least perceived as tolerable. When they're together, this filter is off, and don't get me wrong -they still have a filter- but this one is hardwired into them because of survival and they both know it and try to get around it.

Is it for fun? Is it to have control on the other? Or is it a twisted form of healing the two of them adopt? I literally have no clue but it's spicy. I'd like to suggest that seeing the people involved, this is probably the healthiest relationship they're going to get, and yeah, this makes it sweet because they just... Get each other? And they genuinely seem to care? It's so weird, because at the same time they'd be at each other's throat but in a romantic way that says "you're the love of my life".

Sex doesn't even need to get involved, but sure it's fucked up and messy when it's there. If these two could they would fuse in the same individual Steven-Universe style. Then they would either rule the galaxy or reach enlightenment, I don't fucking know, they're wildcards. They definitely feel like an extreme option tho.

[noridal]

You. You get it.

The best thing about this ship is that it can be either heartwarming or terrifying as fuck, maybe even both at once.

If they go down on each other during PFL, is definitely unprofessional too, but you know what? That's why they do it. It wouldn't be as thrilling if they were just allowed to date, and there would be no point.

Plus, I like to think that Florida is so chaotic that he's somehow immune to Price's obviously manipulative mastermind, which makes him a more interesting subject to study. But for this very same reason, Florida would also be the only one attempting to go past The Counselor's exterior and try to get to know him as a person, or attempting to relieve him from his strict work routine.

Another option I can see fit for their dynamic is them getting along before PFL, and somehow bonding over being literally psychos misunderstood social outcasts, and finding comfort each other but in a very disturbing way.

We're talking about two war criminals that carry themselves like a shy anime girl and a hippie daddy, and honestly that's really gay of them. I can barely believe no one noticed them. They could literally be "Babe it's 4pm, time to get dismembered and stitched back together" "yes honey!! You're the love of my life" and honestly that gives me a reason to get up in the morning.

Where is the florice content my heart craves and needs. I'm asking nicely (for now).

[rvb-relationship-royale]

Today’s update, plus a little clarification for some frequently raised uncertainties!

-As it currently stands, I intend on doing my best to include any ship that is submitted and isn’t one of the few rejected ships detailed in my pinned post. Does that mean this is liable to get chaotic? yes- but this is the rvb fandom and chaos is our bread and butter. if we end up with 128 ships, then 128 ships it shall be.

-I am accepting poly ships and crack ships (here’s looking at you, vic/zealot). Every ship you’ve ever shipped, or just the ones you think would be funny to see people fight over- feel free to submit. Anything that’s not in the exclusion list is fair game, folks!

So without further ado, here’s the numbers for day two!

Church/Tex, aka Chex (2 submissions)

Grif/Simmons, aka Grimmons (6 submissions)

Tucker/Wash, aka Tuckington (2 submissions)

Caboose/Donut, aka Pastry Train (4 submissions)

Church/Tucker, aka Chucker (8 submissions)

Caboose/Wash, aka Washingboose (3 submissions)

Grif/Tucker, aka Grucker (2 submissions)

Sarge/Wash, aka Sargington (2 submissions)

Doc/Wash, aka Docington (2 submissions)

Doc/Donut, aka Docnut (3 submissions)

Church/Caboose, aka Churboose (2 submission)

Donut/Wash, aka Washnut (3 submission)

Tucker/Donut, aka Tucknut (2 submissions)

North/York, aka Nork (1 submission)

Florida/Wyoming, aka Flyoming (2 submissions)

Locus/Felix, aka Lolix (5 submissions)

Delta/York, aka Dork (3 submissions)

Kai (Sister)/Tucker, aka Sucker (3 submissions)

Sarge/Dr. Grey, aka MedicGun (2 submissions)

Church/Donut, aka Churchnut (1 submission)

Kimball/Felix, aka Kimblix (1 submission)

Kimball/Doyle, aka Kimboyle (1 submission)

Lopez/O'Malley, aka Lomalley (2 submissions)

Kimball/Dr. Grey, aka Greyball (1 submission)

Kimball/Carolina, aka Kimballina (4 submissions)

Jensen/Volleyball-Player Lieutenant, aka Jolleyball (1 submission)

Locus/Wash, aka Locington (1 submission)

Felix/Tucker, aka Fucker Tucklix (1 submission)

Bitters/Matthews, aka Bitthews (1 submission)

Bitters/Smith, aka Bittersmith (1 submission)

Bitters/Palomo, aka Bitlomo (1 submission)

Bitters/Jensen (1 submission)

Florida/Counsellor, aka Florice (1 submission)

South/Carolina, aka Southlina (1 submission)

York/Carolina, aka Yorkalina (2 submissions)

Sheila/Lopez, aka Sheilopez? (1 submission)

Red Zealot/V.I.C. (1 submission)

Maine/Wash, aka Mainewash (3 submissions)

C.T./479er (1 submission)

Tucker/Crunchbite (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/Tex, aka Sex Texsis (4 submissions)

479er/Guy Moving The Crates (1 submission)

Florida/Sarge, aka Flarge (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/Kimball, aka Kaiball (1 submission)

Locus/Donut, aka Locnut (1 submission)

Church/Sarge, aka Charge (1 submission)

Locus/Doyle, aka Loyle (1 submission)

Sharkface/Carolina, aka Sharkolina (2 submission)

Sarge/Locus, aka Sarcus? (1 submission)

Ohio (Vera)/Sherry (3 submissions)

Blue Team Poly (2 submissions)

Church/Wash, aka Churchington (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/Caboose, aka Kaiboose (1 submission)

Caboose/Tucker, aka Tuckboose (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/Church, aka Chai? Sischurch? (1 submission)

Jensen/Volleyball/Palomo (1 submission)

South/479er (1 submission)

Alpha/Maine (1 submission)

Doc/Donut/O’Malley (1 submission)

Church/Caboose/Tucker, aka Chuckboose (1 submission)

Sigma/Maine, aka Sigmaine? (1 submission)

Gamma/Wyoming (1 submission)

C.T./South, aka Southicut (1 submission)

Carolina/Dr. Grey, aka Greylina (1 submission)

Caboose/Sheila (1 submission)

North/York/Wash, aka Norkington (1 submission)

Sharkface/Locus (1 submission)

Sharkface/Donut (1 submission)

...And there are 68 ships overall!

[noridal]

[noridal]

Blue Peafowls and Pink Flamingos

fandom: Red vs Blue

Rating: General audiences

Word count: 1558

Ship: Butch Flowers|Agent Florida/Aiden Price|The counselor

Summary:

Butch and Aiden knew each other shortly before Project Freelancer. It was only natural for them to hang out together. A/N: I’m deeply in love with these two. I love the ship and both characters, so please notice that headcanons are here in this fic. enjoy.

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. Butch did never quite grasp the concept of love.

In theory, it made perfect sense: one felt attraction, then let those feelings develop, until they fell in love. As far as Butch knew, love wasn't about sex. He's had plenty of sex in his life, and he couldn't say he didn't care about the people in his life, but love them?

He wasn't sure that was the right word.

The only step of that whole process that he truly understood was the attraction, the beautiful, dangerous dance of meeting a complete stranger and seducing them.

That was exactly why he decided to approach Aiden in the first place.

He could tell by the way he moved and talked that Aiden had something special within himself, cleverly hidden by the controlled exterior he had carefully crafted in order to blend in. Perhaps their coping mechanism were different (maybe the opposite, some would argue), but deep down Butch knew they were the same.

So they had decided to hang out, more specifically to visit the zoo. Butch had discovered that Aiden felt a deep fascination toward birds, and he himself was interested in whatever form life could take.

They chatted for a bit throughout the first few cages, doing some small talk to catch up with their lives. Butch was still unemployed, Aiden would mention a few facts about his patients (making sure not to disclose any personal information, of course). They talked about Reginald, Aiden mumbled something about his ex, then froze as they suddenly ran into the peacocks' habitat.

He seemed to morph completely in front of Butch's eyes, and although it was subtle, he could see excitement shake through his whole body. Eyes widening, his lip turning into a slight smile, his body language becoming just a little less collected than his usual perfect self.

It took just a second, though, before Aiden was reminded of Butch's looming figure.

"They're beautiful" he said quietly, deciding to move closer to the fence.

"They are" Butch agreed, stopping a little bit closer than what he would've usually done.

It was nice to see Aiden like this, especially his eyes. The way they lit up was in clear contrast with how he was trying to hold his own excitement back, how he would lightly bounce his leg to dissipate the energy that was so clearly starting to build up. Butch decided to brush his hand, earning a gulp followed by a soft gasp.

"Did you know that peacocks aren't born with their feathers?" Aiden asked, bringing his hand closer to himself.

"No, I didn't"

"Male and female peachicks look the same when they're born. It's pretty hard to tell them apart until they start to develop their trains" he explained. "I think that's poetic, in a way. Like someone who becomes their beautiful, true self once they grow up," he paused. "Don't you agree?"

"I think that some people are born with their feathers, others never get their own" Butch chuckled.

"And in which category of people do you think you fall?" Aiden turned to look at him, and it was hard, for Butch, not to mind about the sparkle in his eyes. They usually looked so empty, maybe even dead, but it took just a fancy bird to make him all happy and excited again.

"I think I had to earn mine" he replied, "but I was meant to grow my train, eventually. It simply took some time"

"I see" Aiden turned back to look at the peacocks.

Butch wanted to ask about Aiden's own metaphorical feathers, but he looked so invested in those birds that he didn't want to distract him. Yet he still wanted to talk, but judging fron Aiden's awed expression he wasn't going to say anything without being prompted to.

"Do you think they can fly?" Butch asked.

"They can. They're one of the largest flying birds in existence, if not the biggest"

"How would you know that?"

"I used to watch documentaries about nature, as a child. I also happen to have a good memory".

Butch hummed, pondering what to ask next.

"Were you planning to become a therapist, growing up?"

"Oh? No, I... I actually didn't make any plans".

He seemed to retreat shyly back in his shell, and Butch bit his tongue.

"Well, I read plenty of books about human anatomy when I was a kid. I wanted to be a doctor" he said, "so maybe... I thought you wanted to become a scientist" he shrugged.

"Do you regret not becoming one?"

"Maybe" Butch laid his eyes on a peacock strutting its way behind a tree.

"I can't say I didn't like my job in the military. It's been rough ever since I've got the sack".

He felt a tiny hand being placed on his shoulder, and couldn't help but smile."It was a good job indeed. It's normal to feel discouraged after losing it".

"You're supposed to be off the clock now" he chuckled, but didn't brush Aiden's hand off. Instead, he took a little step closer.

"All I'm saying is that it's healthy to express your negative feelings".

There was a long moment were they simply stared at each other. Butch's gaze wondered over him, his eyes, his lips. They were so distracting, so soft, and Butch just wished he could swallow him whole. Yet his eyes had lost that sparkle once again, and although he was doing it really well, he was faking his concern.

He decided to place a soft kiss on his forehead, hoping for the unexpected action to throw him off.

"I hate to pour cold water on you, but I really don't want to think about it right now. I just want to enjoy this afternoon"

With that, Butch decided to move on to the next habitat.

"What I'm trying to say", Aiden followed him, "Is that I may have found a good job opportunity through one of my patients".

"I doubt they'll need someone like me" he sneered.

"On the contrary. He's looking for highly skilled individuals," he said, "I believe that someone with your background is exactly what he's looking for".

"Aiden, I deeply trust your judgment" Butch said, "But-"

"I'm sure recreational drug use will be allowed, if that's your concern".

Butch's smile shifted into a frown for a quick second. That stung, and he hated to admit it, and the way Aiden fluttered his eyelashes was too innocent for having just metaphorically punched him in the guts.

"What I was trying to say," Butch resumed at smiling, "is that you should allow yourself to relax".

He grabbed Aiden's arm, gently dragging him toward the tigers' area.

"Look, they're feeding the panthers" he pointed out, taking that as an excuse to change topic, and Aiden seemed to buy it. The sparkle in his eyes was back, and Butch could swear he'd seem him licking his lips at the sight of the animals mawing at the raw meat. Butch was impressed, too. It was quite a powerful sight, and he couldn't help but imagine what must've been like to fight a beast like that.

"It's fascinating" he commented.

Aiden gave an hesitant nod, starting to fidget with his hand. Butch decided to grab it, and was met with a firm squeeze.

"See, isn't this much nicer?"

"It is" he admitted. Butch's smile widened as they watched one of the panthers walk closer to them.

"It kinda looks like you" Butch said.

"Because it's black?"

"Oh, no. I was talking about the eyes".

As if he had asked for that, Aiden turned around, eyes wide open to let Butch study them.

His smile twitched upward imperceptibly as he turned to stare back at the panther.

"It's majestic, isn't it?"

"You think I'm majestic?" Aiden's voice had moved closer to Butch.

"I think you're..." he looked at the panther, then sucked on his own tongue before making it click. "Dangerous".

"Mh" Aiden hummed, now wrapping his arms around Butch's own. "how so?"

Butch pictured Aiden in his head. He was small, tiny, attractive in his own way. So easy to break, and yet...

"You're dangerous in the way a venus flytrap is" he said, "You'd never hunt down your pray. You wait it to come to you by its own".

He turned to look at Aiden again. He too had been staring at the panthers lazily walking around, perhaps looking for more food.

"Do you find me tempting?"

Butch's breath hitched as he looked up at him fluttering his eyelashes. For a moment it felt like time had slowed down, and Butch found himself staring at him hungrily. That adoring look, his flawless skin, his soft cheeks...

Before he could realize it, his mouth was watering. "I do" he admitted.

"I can see that"

Aiden's voice felt distant, and for a moment all Butch could think of was to sink his teeth into his neck. He brought a hand up to stroke it, letting out a soft hum.

"Butch..."

He leaned down, his nails scratching lightly over his pulse, and feeling the smaller man quivering underneath his hands.

The urge of tightening his grip was strong, but he managed to hold himself back, deciding to leave a gentle nibble below Aiden's ear.

"We should move on" he said, stepping back.

"We haven't seen the flamingos yet"