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[indigos-stardust]

New Four swords fic- Chapter 1

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Roaming packs of monsters, ugh.  Usually, monsters tend to be attracted or even magically appear from places with plenty of darker energy. It could be some cursed and abandoned temple or some pit where someone died horribly. Maybe, there’d just be one huge monster claiming an area and its magical stink would attract a bunch of underlings.

Monsters aren’t exactly pack animals like wolves. They just follow whichever one��s the biggest and act purely based on greed and violence. They’re happy to follow orders as long as they get their cut. Which is usually the promise of fresh flesh. 

The scouts said the monsters were following paths. On a schedule. Almost like they’re planning and guarding. That…isn’t right. Something is definitely up. 

The worst part of it is that a lot of the paths they’re taking seem to be cutting off a random average sized fishing village to the south. Lutelin Village. Yeah, Green can see why they had been specifically called to handle this one.

Whatever they’re going to eventually face, it’ll probably seem like even an experienced knight’s worst nightmare. But they can handle it. After all, they’d handled far more with far less. This time they even have armor! The odds are far more in favor since their… “adventure.” Green can’t help but fidget with his fingers anyways.

He’s probably just out of practice, sure they had helped fight against the general excess of monsters but that was just dealing with monsters sprawled out everywhere. Not a real proper fight with layers to get to the final baddie. His gut flares with a hidden anxiety. 

It’ll be alright though, the others are literally following his back, and as much as it sucks that those villagers are probably having a hard time with travelling due to the monsters- This will be good for them! Well, Green and his uh, other selves, anyways. Besides, why would you possibly want “rest and relaxation” when you can just crush the ugly mug of some monster?

Okay, maybe he is spending too much time with Blue.

Either way they definitely have better odds! They’ll just find each band (two or three?) and take them down, easy peasy. 

Every step is going to take him closer after all, might as well keep his shoulders straight and his eyes on the horizon.  

Soft grass and weeds dance in the foothills, with a chilly autumn air as their partner. As much as the others are way too gripey in the early morning, Green knows getting them up early is definitely the right call! The soft crispness of the morning air energizes him with every breath! Practically music, in his humble opinion. 

Behind him, he can hear another kind of music. A playful punch to the shoulder, a content sigh, and a little laugh. Conversation that starts and pauses, only to start again. In and out, natural and welcoming. They have his back. 

They finally stop at the top of a particularly large hill; this is the spot the scouters said they’d seen the monsters the most. If Green looks to the West, he can see the beginning treeline of a dark and confusing magic-filled Lost Woods. He shudders. From what Vio described about the woods, it definitely doesn’t seem like the ideal spot for a stroll. Compared to their “adventure” and all they’ve experienced, the next few days will be easyyyy. 

They’ve barely settled into their spot when Vio, ever the watchful one, already spots a band of monsters practically marching together. A very large band of very angry looking monsters. Nearly time to fight. A cliffside looms in the distance, with the monsters in between them and it. 

“I’d say, I think we’re dealing with about eight or so stalfoes, two spear moblins, oh you’ve got to be kidding me at least two dozen,” Green squints, “uh, tiny plant things?”

Strange little hobbling plant monsters, with sharp teeth and leaves coming from a single bud supported by two stumpy legs, covered the ground near the other monsters. 

“Tiny plant things?’”

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For a place full of nothing but rolling hills, Vio sure is having quite a bit of difficulty finding enough room to fight. It’s ridiculous honestly, he and Green were supposed to take care of the stalfoes by directly fighting against them. Meanwhile, Blue and Red were meant dealing with those pesky small monsters that keep trying to bite their ankles! Or jump into their faces. It’s a bit hard to fight several monsters just taller than you while dealing with a bunch of faces full of teeth trying to lunge at you, afterall.

Not to mention, once they finally get in semi-decent positions the moblins thrust their giant axes right in the middle and scatter everyone all over again! He can hear the annoying squish and splatter of Blue’s hammer smashing into another one. 

Red’s fire rod is great at helping to keep the moblins away, but while you would think it’d be great for its intended purpose of burning those DAMN little plants monsters- All it really does is make all the grass around them catch on fire, not harming the stalfoes, and force them to bolt to a patch of rocks while they’re being chased. Of course, the little abominations climb up the stalfoes to stay safe from the fire. Fighting on the bumpy ground only makes things worse in their favor. He really wishes the darn things would be the ones stumbling and struggling for balance instead of themselves.  

Wait… This is a far rockier area- He can feel the rattling bones hit his shield once more as he grunts to shove it off. They all need to be knocked down. With the bit of distance he looks around, and there . A pile of rocks, leading up to a cliff. The cliff is extremely uneven at the top, but there is just enough clear space for a person at the top! 

Perhaps, possibly, it had been a bit of a.. Risky endeavor. The second there’s the smallest opening, he yells out, “Watch out for a minute!” and bolts to the cliff side. Ignoring Blue’s very p*ssed off , “h-HEY! Where the Hell are you going?!!” and Green’s surprise as he keeps on running. Every thump of his feet pushing off the earth ringing in his ears. Or maybe that’s just his heartbeat.

Just as he’s starting to climb up he can hear the rattling of a stalfoe and feel the bruising pain of those small monsters trying to reach his flesh under the armor. I just need to keep going , he thinks as he finishes pushing himself up and begins scrambling  for a new foothold as he simultaneously tries to shake off the miniature snapping beasts. Good thing his ears are protected by the chainmail underneath his cap. 

The crash and shattering of bones with a string of swears behind him urge him to go even further up. When the battle’s over, Blue is probably going to get him next. He hadn’t sounded particularly pleased about Vio, “DITCHING THEM WITHOUT WARNING LIKE A B****H*SS,” or whatever. Despite his current height bringing him farther from the battle ground, he can practically hear Green shout, “ LANGUAGE!!” in the middle of battle.

Finally, just as he nears the top he manages to shake the last of those damn pests off his leg and let his heaving lungs rest, if only for a second. Right, this needs to be quick. Forcing himself up, still struggling to breathe from the chaotic climb, Vio readies his bow. 

While the experience of fighting various types of monsters, for hours on their own, certainly gave them a lot of skill in adapting to the situation he has to admit—the items they gained, namely his fairy blessed bag of endless arrows, are also a huge plus. Sure, they aren’t as strong as a well crafted bow, but they are endless . In fact, he’d figured out that if he shoots two at once, even if that took a while to master, it’d do the same amount of damage!

He smirks to himself, aiming straight at a stalfoes that is creeping behind Green. With a snap, the stalfoe falls to the ground. The chaos of the battle field, swarming the others with monsters, moving from place to place… it’s familiar; it is a refreshing challenge. Others might’ve balked at the daunting task, but Vio is looking forward to it. It’s time to show off.

With the constant barrage of arrows knocking out stalfoes, allowing Red and Blue more room to work with and giving Green a much needed relief , the numbers begin to thin. He’s even able to start getting hits on the charging moblins, stunning them just long enough for a quick burn or slash on them. There are only a few straggling plant monsters as well. 

It’s wrapping up. Vio observes as the Moblin he shot finally falls to the ground. It is time to regroup. Or it would’ve been. 

He doesn’t know what he feels first. He can’t even think to process it. The tension of every single muscle spasming. Millions of needles endlessly searing into his flesh. From the inside and outside. Little pieces of him, like miniature marbles bursting outward. The shock of the constant repeated force fracturing and fracturing. The burning in his chest, he can’t breathe. 

It’s so, so much, it’s too much. Without a single thought, other than the sensation of indescribable pain, he falls silently down the cliff. Even as his body crashes down onto the unforgiving rocks it still spasms. Red screams before Blue and Green even see what happened.

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I can’t! No, no, no, no, no, no!!!! Red can’t panic right now, but by Hylia does he want to scream and selfishly look away-

It was horrible, and he saw every second of it. He had stepped back for just a moment, to chug a magic energizing potion. They still had more monsters to fight, after all, and his magic stores were nearly drained from using the rod so much. But then he saw a spark to his right, all the way up where Vio had gone. A sparkling, bright white yellow light, blasting into Vio’s back. Now, he watches.  

Vio looks like he’s choking, like every single bit of him was choking and dying . His piercing scream is silently cut off, and then he falls . He falls and falls until his back hits the rocks and he goes stumbling down, blood splattering against the rocks. Red doesn’t want to know where it’s all coming from. And then Vio is there, sprawled on the ground, a horrible finale. He’s still screaming. 

No, no Vio isn’t the one who’s screaming. He can see his bloody face against the dirt. Red is. 

Blue grabs his arm, nearly shaking him as he tells him to LOOK before he runs off to Vio. Red’s shaking, then he follows Green’s startled eyes they lead back to the top of the cliff. He can only stare as a hulking Darknut trudges behind a row of stubby moblin archers, and even more stalfoes that have already begun jumping off to attack them. Oh, and a bunch of tektites. Because, well, why not at this point?

 Red usually tries to stay optimistic, because you can’t get anything done if you always have a bad attitude all the time for no reason but- Honestly? He’s pretty sure he hates EVERYTHING right now. It’s, it’s alright though- They, they’ve got him- Well, well they all would if Vio was down. But, it isn’t the time to focus on that, they have to keep them away from Vio and defeat them! 

Just because he’s terrified that Vio could be dying this very second, doesn’t mean he can just start crying when they need him! He will go on, and he will be hopeful! Because Green and Blue need him, and they trust him to at least support them! Red refuses to let them down. Even if he really wants to go cry in a hole right now. 

Green screams at Blue, “ DON’T MOVE HIM! We need to get them away from him, Red get here and create a blast! Cut them off!”

Red’s already sprinting. Blue’s hammer smashes into another stunned skull from Green’s boomerang. They’re working to get the monsters away from Vio. The second he arrives the entire earth THUDS as the colossal Darknut finally joins the battle. It’s beady eyes, under its helmet land on Red. 

“HEYYYY!!!, come here you, uh, you ugly face!!!” The monster trudges forward, away from Vio and towards him. The Colossal Axe glistens, ready to slice into him in seconds. 

“Yeahh!” Red waves his fire rod, sparkling in the burning sunlight, like a shiny fish in front of a starved beast. “Come here!!!”

The axe whizzes through the air with the speed of a bolt of lightning, ready to spear him into two. Red barely dodges. Before the monstrosity can take an even more petrifying swing, Green’s magical boomerang connects. The powerful thing freezes the beast for a valuable 5 seconds. 

Within those 5 seconds a few things happen. A small series of whistles rings throughout the battle field within seconds, a code that only they know.  During their quest, they had learned that just yelling out to each other with their own plans always ended up poorly. Maybe, they were all just too stubborn in their own plans, but it definitely wasn’t helped by the fact they could barely hear each other at times. Sensitive Hylian ears or not, in the midst of battles words become drowned out easily. 

Green’s message, a mix of quick patterns, order: B-G- Core Threats & Close Combat- R- Long Distance Quick. Blue and Green would take care of the strongest enemies and the ones that required close combat. Red would take care of the archers,as fast as possible so he could provide them aid. He could run and prepare ahead just on instinct before he even processed it. It was a mercy, afterall… Every second in a battle is precious, especially with someone left in total vulnerability. 

Red breathes in, the blins are readying their bows.  Then exhales, a small yet vicious blast of fire spirals forward causing at least two of them to shriek as they desperately try to put themselves out. His shield is already out by the time the other three’s arrows have hit his shield. As much as Red would prefer to shoot more and scorch them while going in and out, that just wasn’t an option. The best way to stop them from shooting far out into the others, was to get in the way before they could do that. 

Red forces his way through with his shield to break their line and immediately his sword lunges straight into the throat of one of those wretched things. He has to take care of the other monsters, but Red let’s himself smile a moment at the sign of the bubbling blood. Good . He hoped that was the one that shot Vio. 

He has to dodge back quickly in the next moment though, despite the moblins having nothing but bows and arrows, that didn’t make them useless in the slightest. While the armor would definitely protect him from slashes it certainly wouldn’t protect him from their nasty claws aiming at his throat and eyes. 

He hacks away at another one that leapt out in front of him before he even got the chance to orient himself. Keep it steady, keep the pace and breathe. Red tries to slash at one of the monster’s belly, but he’s off balance by one of the burnt ones slashing at his leg! I really need to do better!! Red mentally slapped himself, how’d that one even get there? He seriously needed to keep track of everything or else he’d be hit in his blind spot again. Next time may not be so lucky. His free foot crushes the bastard's neck as he blocks more scrabbling claws away with his shield. 

Red is skewering the one that he had shoved off when he sees the two remaining unburnt monsters dashing toward him with arrows in their hands. What the hell? Oh, the arrows were sparkling yellow with the same crackling sound as a bomb about to burst. It was familiar. Vio . 

All three are charging and from the looks of it they’re trying to trap him with two heading up to his sides and the first one straight in front of him. Red charges right back at the right one bashing into it’s skull with his sword and spinning around, sword first, to face the others. It’s BURNING-  

His sword clumsily sliced into an arm, but the arrows- Those arrows, the moment of contact of it against his own sword make his arm convulse in pain as he yells out. Red’s sword is on the ground. The monster, reeling from its own pain, slashes back at him. Thankfully his armor prevents it from truly getting him. It’ll definitely bruise though. The pain threatens to bring him down, but gasping for air with teary eyes he forces his wobbly legs up anyways. Like the lightning wizzrobe- This doesn’t make sense- Oh great fairies please-

Red knows the dangers of magical exhaustion, he’d lived through it several times on their quest. Vio’s words echoed in his mind, “ Take care to not overdo it! Potions may provide a great boost and aid in recovery, but your body still needs time. You’re exhausted… Green was right about how dangerous it is, besides-” and then Vio softly grinned, “ If you’re too tired who’s going to keep us going? We need your laughter, alright?”

He can already feel the aching soreness creeping on the edge of his fingers. He grabs the rod anyways, and this time there’s a blast. Red doesn’t know quite how it’s happening, but the strange arrows seem to make the flames stronger. They topple onto the Earth and the last half-dead burnt straggler has finished crawling its way to him. Red’s sword in his uninjured hand stabs into the beast’s guts with a wet sound. It dies slowly, scraping at his feet desperate to fight until it's inevitable death. Then, just like the others it rapidly deteriorates into a puddle of steaming filth on the ground. 

[sunflw3r]

sungchan as your bf / headcanons

idol!sungchan x non!idol male reader reader prns: he/him word count: 2k words fluff

sungchan as your boyfriend

content warnings: mentions of shirtless sungchan, i think that’s it but lmk</3

unedited</3

(masterlist)

a/n: so i just came back to tumblr after like a month and im getting back into writing!! i recently read the first part of @luvkyu ‘s sungchan oneshot and i fear my sungchan obsession is coming back so HERE have a fun gift

ps: in the little scenarios it fluctuates between a weird 2nd person + 3rd person limited so i hope that’s not confusing</3

✦he’s sooooo soft

✦he puts on a really tough act but whenever you come in the room…

✦there are stars in his eyes

✦he LOVES showing you affection in public

✦is not at all afraid to show his soft side when you’re around

“y/n!!” sungchan happily squealed, the sight of you making his heart run at 100 miles per hour. “hi chan.” y/n smiled softly, sungchan wrapping his arms around y/n’s shoulders, a bright and lovesick smile on his face.

“have i told you today how much i love you?” sungchan asked, y/n pondering about the inquiry. “i don’t think so.” he replied, a tiny grin appearing on his lips as sungchan left a small kiss on y/n’s nose. “i love you so much baby.” he whispered, y/n pulling his closer. “i love you too chan.”

“bleh.” seunghan said, passing the couple who were currently embracing, sungchan unraveling one of his arms from y/n’s to flip off the younger. he returned to y/n, soft laughter coming from the two’s mouths as seunghan grumbled while walking through the living room of the dorm.

✦loves kissing you

✦like if his lips are free they’re going to be somewhere on you, whether it’s your cheek or your neck

✦his favorite place to kiss though is the part right behind your ears

✦it feels super intimate for him

✦he can latch onto your body and bury his face in the crook of your neck and everything is okay

✦whenever he’s having a bad day, all of his worries fall away whenever he’s in your arms

“are you alright bubs?” y/n asked softly, sungchan wrapping his arms around m/n’s neck, placing his lips gently behind y/n’s left ear. sungchan felt y/n’s shoulder’s relax under his hands, detaching his soft lips from the delicate skin.

“better.” he whispered in reply, y/n smiling happily at the person in his arms. taking sungchan’s hands in his, y/n pressed a gentle kiss to the soft skin, sungchan’s breath slowing into a rhythmic pattern of comfort. “i’ll run you a bath and then you can tell me about your day?” y/n asked, sungchan nodding as a sigh escaped his mouth. “yes please.”

y/n’s gentle laughter filled the room as he pressed a light kiss to sungchan’s forehead, who moved his head so y/n’s lips trailed down his nose to meet his own. soft noises of sungchan’s happiness vibrated from his vocal chords and filled the room as their lips separated and touched again. y/n ruffled his hair, walking away backwards, his eyes locked with sungchan’s. “your bath wil be ready in a few minutes love.”

sungchan smiled, following after y/n with a smile on his face, his lips warm and heart fluttering with satisfaction as he saw your figure disappear into your bathroom.

✦LOVES talking about his hobbies and job with you

✦he set a new personal record while doing his work out? expect to see a very happy (and sweaty) sungchan bursting through the door of your apartment speaking a mile a minute about the accomplishment while you simultaneously try your hardest to get him to go shower

✦did he finally ace a part of the choreography for riize’s new comeback? be prepared to see a very excited (but extremely sore and tired) sungchan coming home with a bright smile on his face, proceeding to spend the next 5 hours of your evening together showing you the now cleaned two 8-counts

✦after he would proceed to fall asleep, his face pressed against the couch cushions while you just stand their like 🧍

“babe! guess what i just did!” sungchan exclaimed, bursting through the front door of y/n’s apartment, a bright smile on his face, contrasting the sweat trickling down his forehead. “what did you do?” y/n smiled, looking up from his book to lock eyes with his boyfriend.

“i just finished cleaning that really stupid part in talk saxy! i’m free now!” he cheered, y/n standing up from the couch to envelop his boyfriend in a hug, attempting to avoid the sweat clinging to his body. “congrats bubs! i’m so happy for you.” he replied, sungchan’s triceps resting under his palms. “can i show you?” sungchan asked, y/n nodding happily. sungchan sprinted to move the table from the center of the living room, y/n sitting back down in his seat on the couch.

safe to say he spent the rest of the night showing you the same moves, only falling asleep curled up on the couch once y/n left to get a glass of water.

“let’s go to bed channie, you’re really tired.” y/n whispered, putting his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. “no, i gotta show you it one more time! i reallyyyyyy got it.” he slurred, his head falling into y/n’s chest, soft breaths coming from his mouth.

“silly,” y/n muttered softly, struggling to get sungchan’s long limbs contained in his arms to take him to his bedroom, a bright, sleepy smile on sungchan’s face as y/n held him. “mmh, i love you.” sungchan mumbled, y/n pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “i love you too. but can you wake up enough so you can walk to the bedroom because i will die trying to carry you.”

sungchan chuckled softly, his half asleep voice music to y/n’s ears. “okay.” he groaned, pulling himself up before falling in y/n’s arms, feet shuffling along the floor with his partner until they made it to the bedroom, moving his hands along to the rhythm of talk saxy. “boom, did it again. babe, you’re so lucky to have such a talented boyfriend.”

y/n smiled, patting sungchan’s half asleep cheek as he laid the tall man across the comforter. “so lucky my love. now sleep.” “mmh, i love you.” sungchan replied, falling into slumber as y/n smiled at his hyper boyfriend.

✦he’s very open with his group about you!

✦like someone will say something and sungchan will suddenly just say “oh wait y/n did this cute thing” or “that reminds me, me and y/n-“ and the rest of riize just stare at him

✦on the other hand, you’re very open about your relationship with sungchan to your friends

✦it was one of sungchan’s priorities when you started dating that if you wanted to be able to gush about him you could<3 it means the most to him that you can express your happiness even if he is a public figure

✦he never wants you to feel like his little secret! you mean the world to him and while he might not be telling the fans for your safety (the world is still too homophobic), he still makes sure you’re satisfied and heard in your relationship and he isn’t ignoring how you feel

✦if the fans ever did find out, whether it was by accident or on purpose, sungchan’s main priority would be you

✦fans start following you? he tells them off and stays by your side until they stop

✦if you ever feel upset about what they say, sungchan will take the time to comfort you, helping you in self care for the next few days until the comments stopped living in your mind

the group was taking a break after the hours of practice, shotaro talking about the hellish time he had trying to buy grocerys that week. sungchan drank happily from his boba (courtesy of y/n) before a thought returned to his mind about his recent date with his boyfriend.

“oh my god! when me and y/n went to the grocery store this week it took us like half an hour to check out! he was literally dying waiting in line at checkout for it to be our turn.” sungchan giggled softly, thinking off his boyfriend’s face while the other 6 stared at him blankly, sohee sighing. “that had nothing to do with the conversation but thanks for the information!” shotaro exclaimed, sungchan snapping out of his daze to stick his tongue out at his friend, the thought of you still on his mind.

✦’i love you’s are very much an every single second of every single day thing for sungchan

✦he never worries about it losing it’s effect on you

✦if he loves you, you deserve to know it every minute you’re together!

✦it’s one of his core beliefs in your relationship and he sticks by it

✦whenever he has to leave for work before you wake up, he makes sure (or so you’ve heard) to press a soft kiss to your head before whispering how much he loves you and leaving the house

✦if he’s really rushing, he’ll leave a note on the nightstand for you to find when you wake up<33

channie<3

i love you<33

chan :(( i love you too!

okay bye bye i rllyyygotta go now but i justwanted to let you know :)

:((( CUTIEST

haha ty! :(

✦he loves taking you on dates!

✦whether it’s a day at the beach or running a quick errand to the grocery store that ends in a picnic, he loves to spend time with you

✦his favorite type of date to have with you though are the cozy rest days you’ll have together in the country side on his days off

✦spending all day latched at the hip as you relax in the sun, running into the cold ocean in your underwear, and taking late nights all to yourselves is sungchan’s favorite way to unwind

✦one of his secret dreams for when you’re older is to buy a house out in the countryside with you and build your family together!

✦he wants nothing more than to love you for the rest of your lives and it’s the sweetest thing ever!!

“y/n, watch this!” sungchan said, y/n looking up from his sand castle to see sungchan jump into the air, making a heart above his head before he fell into the waves. laughter escaped from y/n’s mouth as he saw sungchan emerge from the ocean, a disgusted look on his face as he coughed heavily, scrunching up his nose before covering the skin with his right palm.

“ah i got saltwater up my nose.” he complained, y/n staring at his tan chest gleaming in the sunlight, his swim trunk hanging lowly to wear the dips of sungchan’s hips peeked above the fabric. “chan!” y/n called, sungchan meeting y/n’s eyes with a newfound smile. “hmm?” he replied, y/n giving him a heart with his hands in return. sungchan stumbled backwards holding his hands over his heart, falling back into the water.

“ack, my boyfriend is so adorable!” he cried, y/n laughing as sungchan was hit with a wave, causing his feet to kick up as he tried to stand. “help me y/n!” he asked, y/n running into the surf, only for him to fall down when he and sungchan collided over the sand bar.

“you were supposed to help me.” sungchan pouted, y/n pecking his salty lips. “oops.” he giggled, sungchan wrapping his arms around y/n’s waist, moving his head to bite his boyfriend’s cheek. “ahh!” y/n cried, sungchan pulling them out of the cold water and into the warm sun, his boyfriend’s bright smile making his heart flutter.

✦in conclusion, one of sungchan’s most important thing in his personal life is you<3

✦he wants no one but you as his boyfriend, and would do anything to make sure you’re happy and satisfied with your relationship together

✦he’s so smitten for you and he wants the world to know! like yes, you are the light of his life! and you’re going to hear about it!

✦and at the end of the day, he knows you’re always there for him when he needs it

✦he’s so so so happy you found each other and is grateful everyday for your love<3

✦no one will EVER compare to you and he hopes you know that!

✦he’ll make sure you stay together forever at each other’s sides, living your life with eternal happiness and joy

there’s SO much more i could put in here but i’m stopping for my mental stability

[sukunasbow]

barbie vs oppenheimer, criminal minds.

characters: aaron hotchner, spencer reid, derek morgan, jennifer jareau, emily prentiss, and penelope garcia!

summary: the criminal minds characters and what movie they’d go see with you!

warnings: not yet proof read so ignore any mistakes.

notes: this might be lame or wtv but i thought it was a little cute!

aaron hotchner

He for sure wanted to see Oppenheimer, but the two of you compromised and saw both of the movies on two different days. You guys brought jack with you to see Barbie and although he enjoyed Oppenheimer, he would never admit that he enjoyed barbie a lot more.

spencer reid

Like aaron, the two of you saw both movies. You also dressed up as Barbie, and he dressed up in a similar full pink outfit, although he was reluctant at first, but when he saw how happy you were he didn’t mind the bright pink outfits.

derek morgan

Oh, he happily agreed to see Barbie with you. He wasn’t interested in Oppenheimer when he saw the trailer and didn’t want to see it. The two of you for sure dressed up as Barbie and Ken and even ended up inviting Penelope to see it with you, as she spent the entire day talking about how much she wants to see it.

jennifer jareau

She loved Barbie when she was younger and honestly, she was more excited to see it then you were. She had your outfits planned weeks before the two of you went to the theatre. She left the theatre crying.

emily prentiss

She wasn’t overly excited to either, but she ended up going to Barbie with you and really enjoyed it. She for sure started crying a little at the end and kept talking about the scenes with all the moms and how her mom was.

penelope garcia

She obviously went to see Barbie with you and absolutely loved it. She cried half the time, and kept talking about it when it was over. She also hosted a Barbie party for the team when it was released online and went all out with pink decorations, pink drinks, pink cupcakes, just everything pink. It became one of her favourite movies for sure.

[gay-robot-boyfriends]

FALLEN SAVIOR ART!!! @oofitsbethi RAAAAAHH!!

[rowanmutt-afterdark]

CRYING SOBBING SCREAMING!!!! /p

Thank you again to the wonderful @lemonyskulls for bringing the Replanting Roots crew to life for me! I commissioned them and I am IN LOVE with how much detail they put into the art. They went above and beyond my expectations. Please go and him some love and support! He deserves it with the amazing talent that he has.

Horrortale Paps- Cedar

Horrortale Sans- Hickory

Fellswap Sans- Sable

Fellswap Papyrus- Whiskey

Horrortale belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

Fellswap Red belongs to Ziznine

Again thank you so so SO much Lemon! I am beyond happy with the results!

I will be posting the next update within a few days for Replanting Roots over on AO3.

[marantis]

I deliberately held of on making a post until after I've finished the flashback that Fu Shen prefaces with being the 'hard knot between him and Yan Xiaohan that had yet to be untied to this day' because at this point I've grown wise to the books antics of one upping itself one paragraph after I've been made to rant about how sweet and tender these two are.

That flashback sure does take its time to get to the point, because before the reason for the enmity between them (I say between them but really it's just Fu Shen who understandably was upset with Yan Xioahan) Things happening in the flashback before their falling out include; - a charged fight, that might just rival Wangxian's romp on the roofs of cloud recesses - the two of them throwing themselves in front of danger for each other like it's a competition - the guest appearance of 'we must cuddle for warmth' trope, with narry a complaint from either of them - rolling around in the grass together (non sexual) - Yan Xiaohan almost expiring on the spot because Fu Shen called him gege (met too buddy, that was admittedly very adorable) - a lunch date - and Yan Xiaohan replacing the bow that he broke when they had their scuffle

I can't with them.

And I get why Fu Shen felt betrayed I really do, but also, my boy was caught at the site where he hid that child and woman that was being searched for, who we explicitly were told that harboring was a really serious crime, with physical proof of his involvement nonetheless, and Fu Shen faces cero consequences for that. He doesn't even spare a second to think about possible consequences because he's too upset because he thinks Yan Xiaohan has been using him the whole time. (I'm sure the thought of holding Fu Shen accountable never even crossed Yan Xiaohan's mind either) But at the end of it Yan Xiaohan really was only doing his job, and of course then he goes and releases those two people in secret afterwards.

Also, also 'I hope you hate me for the rest of your life.' goes really hard as a veiled declaration of affection, like I almost cried, in public, because of this ridiculously smitten man.

[indigos-stardust]

Advice?

[faerie-somnium]

After the show- a tyies drabble

Pairing: skk

CW: NSFW under the cut (MINORS DNI); semi-public sex, grinding, frottage, anal fingering, spit as lube, not edited cause I don't wanna.

There was always something about lingering adrenaline after a bull-ride. Almost all riders experience it. Most choose to blow off steam in the typical ways- hitting the bars to drink, shoot pool and maybe pick up an interested buckle bunny or two.

Before their little thing started, both him and Dazai followed suit. They still did sometimes but why bother when there were better options? It was always more intense for Chuuya, who had endless electric energy always kept at bay on a regular day.

That was how Dazai found himself in his situation, pressed flat against the inside of a janitor's closet door of the latest arena, a riled up Chuuya gently biting his under his jaw with a wolf's grin.

Dazai slips his thigh between the shorter's thighs for him to grind against. Chuuya was distracted for a second, clearly basking in finally getting friction on the half chub he had been sported for the last half hour. But with a goal in mind, he snaps out of it, pushing up on his toes to kiss him as he rushed to unbuckle Dazai's belt and pop the button of his jeans.

As soon as the final ceremony ended, Chuuya hadn't hesitated. Dazai didn't know when Chuuya set it up for the closet to already be unlocked as he yanked him through the doorway. They hadn't bothered showering. Both were covered in a thin sheen of sweat and a smear of dirt painted Chuuya's cheek. Chuuya smelled like a combination of earth, sweat and spicy musk that managed to still be appealing.

Dazai inhaled deep and squeezes Chuuya's lithe waist before sliding his own hands down to slip his fingers under Chuuya's own buckle, making quick work of unfastening his rivals pants. Just they had eachothers cocks out, Chuuya momentarily separated their lips, hocked a healthy amount of spit into his own palm before gripping them both. Dazai pushed his own hips forward into a delicious slide, groaning in the back of his throat. They moved in tandem, pressed tight against eachother and desperate in their own chase for pleasure.

Dazai slid his hands up the other's back to his hair. He gripped soft red locks between his fingers and firmly yanked.

Chuuya gave a gasping moan in response. Dazai took his opportunity to stick two fingers in his partner's open mouth. Even in the dark of the light, Dazai could see Chuuya's dual toned eyes flicked up to meet his own. Dazai had to bite his lip and resist letting his eyes roll back. Around his fingers Chuuya suckled running his tongue along the seam where the digits met. Simultaneously, Chuuya squeezed his hand around them tighter and pumped his hips faster.

Dazai's peak was hurdling closer. He had to pull one more trump card to make sure he wouldn't finish first. Slipping his fingers out of Chuuya's mouth, well coated in spit, he quickly moved his hand behind them under the other's jeans and boxers. He deftly circled his rim a few times before he breached one fingertip past.

"Mm, hah, fuck," Chuuya's moan grew as he broke away again to lean his head against the brunet's shoulder.

With how riled up the red head was, that's all it took for him to spill between them. He didn't bother pull away before continue pumping them, probably reveling in the overstimulation.

Bringing his other hand up, he cupped Dazai's jaw and purrs, "You win this one, Samu."

The gravelly quality in Chuuya's sexed-out voice was enough to make Dazai follow, stars dancing behind his eyes.

After catching his breath, all Dazai could said in reply is, "Heh, yippee."

[sunflw3r]

back hugs

non!idol wonwoo x male reader reader prns: he/him word count: 992 non!idol au fluff

wonwoo always brings comfort

content warnings: suggestive implications

unedited</3

(masterlist)

a/n: wait this was so cute hold on posting this one day early bc im busy tmrw!

happy 9th anniversary svt!

the bed was cold.

golden light flowed through the windows of the couple’s bedroom, dirty laundry strewn across the hardwood floor. was it a lack of cleanliness or a rush of desire and endorphins flowing through the couple when they arrived home that caused the floor to lay there still?

the bedspread on the couple’s bed was bunched by the bottom of the mattress, the occupants exposed left leg peeking out of the white sheets. soft groans erupted from his mouth as he opened his eyes, the morning world bright with color.

holding onto the pillow, y/n awoke shivering. why was he alone? “wonwoo…?” he asked, morning voice clinging to the low notes of the word. "where are you...?" y/n groaned, flipping over onto his stomach, exposed forearms catching the cold air radiating from the ac. "ah." he exclaimed, his voice laced with a lack of enthusiasm.

grabbing the edge of the soft sheet tangled in his legs, y/n pulled on the fabric, trying to cover his legs. "i'm still cold." he pouted, flopping over again, hitting the ground by the bed with a soft thud. "ow." his half awake mind was now alert, y/n rubbing his side with his left hand. the fabric of his oversized shirt rested at the top of his thighs, scrunching up to expose his stomach to the cold of his house.

moving his hand away from his torso, y/n reached for a hoodie scrunched up on the floor. he couldn't tell whose it was. was it his own? the scent of wonwoo's cologne filled y/n's nose as he brought the gray zip-up closer to his body, his heart fluttering with the rush of endorphins.

wonwoo was somehow everything wrapped into one person.

he was kind, open-minded. his presence inside the apartment was quiet: reading books on his side of the couch in his blanket, the couple's black cat curling up on his lap, cooking meals for dinner, and most off all pampering his partner. wonwoo was multifaceted, always there but always enough. and sure, he had a gorgeous face and more than average physique, but his mind was so complex, and as y/n grew older he grew to appreciate wonwoo's silent thoughts and moments more and more.

pulling himself out of his enamored thoughts, y/n found the strength deep within his drained and sore body to get off of the hardwood floor, standing on his own two feet. the world slightly span as he unzipped the jacket, putting over his shoulders, taking in the familiarity of wonwoo’s being.

the door of his bedroom veered open as he pushed against it, the light from the rest of the apartment rousing his eyes from their state of equilibrium. he brought his hand to cover his eyes from the sunlight, catching the motion of something by the window.

wonwoo.

a bright smile appeared on his face, moving quicker to sneak up on the distracted man. wonwoo pulled on the drawstring off the couple’s cheap curtains, y/n standing right behind him, reaching out his arms to wrap them around wonwoo’s waist.

“did i scare you?”

wonwoo’s soft chuckle fluttered through the air of the living room, y/n’s heart taking a deep breath at the noise. “good morning y/n.” wonwoo replied, y/n pressing his face into the space between wonwoo’s shoulder blades.

he had on a pretty black tank top. y/n couldn’t remember where wonwoo had gotten the item; the black lace with flower prints different from his style. “is this new?” y/n asked, his mind falling back asleep against wonwoo’s warm torso. “mmh, i found it while i was out with mingyu last week. it’s pretty, right?”

there was a part of his voice that was searching for validation. you wouldn’t notice it usually, but with the amount of time the two spent together, y/n could pick it up easily. “mmh you look so pretty.” y/n could feel wonwoo’s shoulders go up, him letting them down with a deep breath.

“why are you up so early?” he asked, wonwoo turning around to walk towards the couch, y/n nodding off as his boyfriend softly talked. “um i went on a run. and then i read and fed daisy.”

at the mention of her name, the tuxedo cat ran through the living room, brushing up to the couple’s legs. “hi daisy.” wonwoo whispered, leaning down to pet the cats head. y/n in turn ended up clinging to wonwoo’s back.

his eyes lulled back to a sleep like state, wonwoo standing back up. “y/n, are you awake?” wonwoo asked, his boyfriend softly snoring against wonwoo’s warm shoulder. his soft chuckles vibrated against y/n’s chest, taking the two back to the couch.

the cushions were filled with pillows and blankets, wonwoo knocking a few off before unraveling y/n’s hands and laying him on the couch. “ugh, wonwoo.” y/n whined, his once awake mind now falling back into dreamland. “i’m here.” he said, interlacing their fingers.

he leaned closer to m/n, pressing a soft kiss to his chapped lips. finding the clarity to wrap his arms around wonwoo’s neck, keeping their mouths locked together with the frame of wonwoo’s glasses knocking against the bridge of y/n’s nose. patting y/n’s right shoulder, wonwoo disconnected their lips gently, a soft smile on his face. “mmh, too early. good morning.”

a small pout appeared on y/n’s face. “good morning wonwoo.” wonwoo nodded, resting his head on y/n’s neck. the thought of wonwoo’s small smile, his face scrunched up at the edges of skin, made y/n’s heart flutter. he caressed the skin of his shoulders, wonwoo pressing kisses to his neck. y/n smiled happily, his heart fluttering at his beautiful boyfriend.

wonwoo always gave the best back hugs, and y/n couldn’t ask for a better way to wake up.

happy 9th anniversary to svt!!

[strawberriesatan]

Made a little fic,, guys I’m really nervous about posting my writing cuz it’s much less developed than my art but I must share my love for Erzajane with the world

[gay-robot-boyfriends]

FANFIC ART! AO3 - FALLEN SAVIOR Half of this doesn't happen I just wanted to draw it ASDKLAJSD

[elecktrum]

Chapters: 44/? Fandom: Final Space, Final Space (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Avocato, Gary Goodspeed, Nikos, Kedi, General Cataloupe (Final Space), Sheryl Goodspeed, Todd H. Watson, Hushfluffles, John Goodspeed, Jack (Final Space), Lord Commander - Character Additional Tags: young avocato, Academy days, blue imperial, No beta we die like redshirts, AU, what's canon?, Canon Divergence, Cataloupe is a colonel at the moment, Original Characters - Freeform, the joys of being a student, Class Issues, Brothers, Self-Indulgent, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, himbo Avocato, Found Family, ventrexia's son au, Blood, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Hunting, Being Hunted, ventrexians on the menu Series: Part 1 of Ventrexia's Son Summary:

Blue Imperials. They wear their pedigree for all the world to see. Cursed and blessed in equal measure, they are the stuff of legend on Ventrexia. Heroes, leaders, and kings, they’re looked upon as harbingers of great change, and each has a destiny to fulfill. In other words, Avocato was never going to have an easy life. This is an alternate history of the one they named the Master of Death, from his days as a cadet at Ventrexia's royal academy, through the war with the Tryvuulians, until he became the second-in-command under the Lord Commander.

[hauntinghyrule]

My vote for Four Swords Fright Fight week 4, Evil Root Beer vs Pumpkin Spice Latte

Just a short, fluffy fic! Can be read either on Ao3 or under the cut here.

Shadow dropped down to sit on the hay bale next to Vio, wheezing breathlessly with laughter. Across from them, a scowling Blue was still picking pieces of straw and corn husk out of his hair.

"The purpose of a corn maze is to solve the maze," he grumbled. "Not to magic up monster illusions to chase people with."

"My way's more fun," Shadow replied, unrepentant.

"You can't really argue it's outside of Harvest Festival tradition," Vio pointed out, inclining his head toward a group of children who were running past, their faces hidden behind snarling masks.

"We probably wouldn't have gotten out if you hadn't busted a hole in the wall anyway," said Red, plucking a piece of straw from the back of Blue's tunic for him. "Given our track record with navigation..."

"Ugh, don't remind me."

Shadow was still snickering when Green and Zelda returned to the group with drinks. He accepted the cup Zelda handed to him and raised it to his lips — expecting, perhaps, more of the apple cider they'd drunk earlier in the day. Instead, he only had a moment to process the cold fizz of carbonation before he was dumped head-first into a memory.

Sugar and bubbles bursting on his tongue; something that felt very similar singing through his chest. The smell of fire, of volcanic ash. The sound of partying Hinoxes, loud but distant, muffled. A balcony, a horizon, a starry sky, and Vio—

"This is evil root beer," he realized aloud.

"'Evil' root beer?" Zelda repeated, eyebrow raised.

"We drank this at the Fire Temple," Shadow clarified.

"Oh, you mean the contents of the Hyrule Castle cellars, which you stole." Zelda's voice could have rivaled the Gerudo Desert for dryness, but there was a spark of amusement in her eyes.

"There's nothing especially evil about it," Green said, looking down into his own cup dubiously. "It's just root beer."

"Well, it was stolen," Vio said with a shrug, taking a sip of his own drink.

"In that case I guess this isn't evil root beer," said Red. "Because we didn't steal these."

Shadow eyed the others' cups speculatively. Zelda leaned away from him and Blue gave him a 'don't even think about it' look, but Shadow just shrugged, reached over, and snatched Vio's cup right out of his hands. Vio didn't so much as blink before reaching back to steal Shadow's original cup.

"There," Shadow said, voice echoing into the cup as he raised it to take a drink. "Now it's evil root beer."

There was laughing, and eye rolling, and a couple fake grossed-out faces. Then Red set about making a fire, and Green pulled out a bag of some squishy white sweets that were apparently meant to be speared on sticks and burned before eating.

Shadow leaned back against Vio's shoulder, surrounded by warm, friendly chatter and savoring the sugary bite of carbonation.

[ilovereadingandstuff]

Yo, Free! fans!

I made a letter to Rin from Haruka's pov for a school homework and wanted to share it!

It is contextualized in The Final Stroke Part II, during the period they were suffering for the other in preparation for the olimpics, let's say it was written a few days after the rinharu pool scene reconciliation.

And also, i'm truly open for any kind of correction, suggestions and comments, specially from men and boys because i wanna know how much delulu it sounds when it's written from a woman and a bl-lover like me, haha. Correct me if something seems a bit odd or cringe in the context, even though I tried to stick to canon as much as a could BUT with the addition of a little detail that it is the finger injury Haruka does to himself for accident, like, when getting out of the pool in one of his training sessions.

I did injured myself in my left pinky finger, so inspired by the pain it caused me and the nostalgia over this amazing show, I wanted to explore the idea of Haruka expressing explicitly his feelings regarding the pain and stress in this specific conflict addresed in the final movie...How much off-character Haru is?! I know Haru's personality is inclined to be more of a autistic person, definitely never expressing his thoughts out loud in words, but that's exactly what I meant to do here...and let's say Haruka's imaginary wound (inspired by mine) in his finger pulled a trigger that motivated him to write this letter to Rin...

Without further more explanation, and so as not to prolong this any further than it already is, hope you enjoy.

Spanish version

17 de julio, 2021 Rin, Han pasado cerca de un mes desde que nos separamos y las clasificatorias están cada vez más cerca. Pierdo la respiración en cada chapuzón, e incluso ahora me corté el dedo lo suficientemente profundo para manchar está hoja. ¿Recuerdas que de niños, cada vez que nos íbamos a jugar a los columpios y nos rasmillábamos las rodillas, yo era el único que no lloraba? Pues ya no puedo decir lo mismo, incluso con una herida tan pequeña como la que me hice. La verdad es que lo siento. A eso vengo. Estoy solo, asustado y ansioso. Debo reconocerte que la última vez que perdí contra Albert me afectó gravemente. Y eso fue lo que me llevó a insultarte esa vez bajo el cerezo. Mi angustia y miedo sacaron lo peor de mi y te reproché cosas de las cuales no tengo que decir. Tan solo aceptar. Y tal vez puedes decir que es insignificante mi estrés al lado de todo lo que he logrado, pero tú más que nadie debería conocer sobre los nervios que te consumen mientras más alto llegas. Definitivamente, la competencia es algo que nunca lograré entender del todo, pero lo único de lo que estoy seguro es que quiero seguir en esto contigo a mi lado. La última vez, en la piscina exterior del hotel, me echaste una carrera. Y no sabes lo libre que me sentí al ver tu cara empapada sonriendo con ese orgullo que siempre aparentas tener. Pude respirar. Lo sabes. Y el dolor de cuello cada vez es menos. Porque incluso con nuestras peleas, mejoro sin darme cuenta. Me queda recalcar que acepto tu propuesta de entrenar juntos estás próximas semanas antes del torneo. Espero tu respuesta. Haruka.

English version

July 17th, 2021 Rin, It's been about a month since we parted ways and the qualifiers are getting closer. I lose my breath with every dip I take, and even now I cut my finger deep enough to stain this sheet. Do you remember when we were kids, every time we went to play on the swings and scraped our knees, I was the only one who didn't cry? Well, I can't say the same anymore, even with a wound as small as the one I got. The truth is, I'm sorry. That's what I came for. I'm alone, scared and anxious. I must admit that the last time I lost against Albert it seriously affected me. And that was what led me to insult you that time under the Sakura tree. My anguish and fear brought out the worst in me and I reproached you for things that I don't have to say. I just have to accept. And maybe you can say that my stress is insignificant compared to everything I've accomplished, but you more than anyone should know about the nerves that consume you the higher you go. Definitely, competition is something I'll never fully understand, but the only thing I'm sure of is that I want to continue in this with you by my side. Last time, in the hotel's outdoor pool, you raced me. And you don't know how free I felt seeing your soaked face smiling with that pride you always seem to have. I could breathe. You know it. And the pain in my neck is less and less. Because even with our fights, I improve without realizing it. Finally, I must emphasize that I accept your proposal to train together these next few weeks before the tournament. I await your response. Haruka.

[candy8448]

2 new chapters

These aren't fics but just a compilation of fic ideas, incorrect quotes, headcannons, senarios and other things, mostly all new stuff i havent posted on tumblr before

Hc, incorrect quotes n others

Fic ideas

[indigos-stardust]

Sorting Colors

An exposition to my Four Swords Series

Summary:

Well he was already exhausted. Between everyone staring at them, Blue looking like he was about to murk someone, Vio magically disappearing, and Red’s insistence on trying to over explain their situation to just about everyone- Hylia, help him they hadn’t even gotten out of the market stalls!

Although, he couldn’t entirely blame the others for being so… on edge? Not while he could practically feel the whispers, tendrils of acidic smoke scraping against his neck, rising and making him feel dizzy and ungrounded. Eyes burning into his skull as they tried to go about their day… Could you shiver from heat? Because he’s pretty sure that’s how he felt.

First thing that came to his mind was bed. Then the dustiness, soreness, and dryness. Practically forcing his eyes to slowly creak open to the low morning light, Green looked around.

The dusty, almost bare room was large but still felt almost suffocated. They’d need to get some air into this room. And some furniture and other necessities for this new place. Forcing himself up and stretching, he can see where Vio’s laying still, practically dead to the world. Not having much furniture meant having to share beds, not that he entirely minds. He still hasn’t shaken off the weirdness of seeing his own face on someone else but oh well. Besides, he's already gotten antsy from having nothing to do in the minutes he’s been awake, so he decides it is officially time to start the day.

Quickly getting dressed into an old tunic, green as usual, he shakes up the groggy Vio up and heads out the door. After finishing washing up and wishing Red a good morning, he heads to the staircase. From upstairs, he can already hear what he thinks is Blue explaining enthusiastically to Dad what the “correct way to make a nutritional breakfast” is.

‘And Blue says Vio’s the nerd.’ The thought brings a little smirk to his lips.

The wooden stairs lead right into a view of the dining area and kitchen to the right, and there their (their dad, not just his) Dad was holding a very sad looking plate of burnt eggs with a confused look on his face. To his side, Blue had his arms crossed as he muttered something under his breath.

“Do uh, you two need some help?” Green questions with his smirk growing ever wider as he heads down. Blue scoffs and practically pouts while Dad- Oh Dad’s got that look on his face again. The one with the slightly widened eyes, tense shoulders, thin lips, and an ever slight scrunch of his nose bridge. The looks make his insides twist in a way he’s not ready to look into yet. There's a knot in his throat.

“Listen, just to be clear, I’m not the one who burnt the eggs!” Blue’s remark snaps them both out of the silent slow hold of frozen eye contact.

“Ah,” Dad clears his throat, “Well, you can’t blame me entirely, I certainly never was one for cooking, son! Uh.. sons? Yes, right,” he concluded with a firm little nod, an attempt at a solid recovery.

“Yeah, uh, anyways you guys need any help? I’ve already finished getting stuff ready for today, so I’m free to be here for anything ya need?”

Blue shrugs, “Maybe if you were up earlier, but I guess you could jus’ make sure our bags are set up for today?”

“Got it!”

The rest of the morning is spent with everyone shuffling around each other and trying to get ready as they make do with whatever meager house supplies (and clothing options) they have.

With bags set up, mouths fed, a good plan and list in hand Green corralled the others out the door and with a breath of fresh air, started the journey of what would be a productive and calm day of shopping. With the main objective of clothes solidified in Green’s mind, seriously it was uncomfortable and difficult to share the same clothes that Link used to own as a single being-, he sent out a quick prayer to the heavens as they headed down the path leading to the markets of Castletown…

Well he was already exhausted. Between everyone staring at them, Blue looking like he was about to murk someone, Vio magically disappearing, and Red’s insistence on trying to over explain their situation to just about everyone- Hylia, help him they hadn’t even gotten out of the market stalls!

Although, he couldn’t entirely blame the others for being so… on edge? Not while he could practically feel the whispers, tendrils of acidic smoke scraping against his neck, rising and making him feel dizzy and ungrounded. Eyes burning into his skull as they tried to go about their day… Could you shiver from heat? Because he’s pretty sure that’s how he felt. Honestly, it would have been mounds better if they just, well, split up or went separately.. Actually, that's probably a good idea. Finding Vio went first though.

“Hey,” Green tugged Red and Blue’s sleeves, “We’re going to the antique store.”

“Wait what?” Blue whisper-shouted, slapping Green’s hand away, “ Why the hell are we heading there?!”

Green just rolled his eyes as he cut through the twisting crowd, forcing an anxious looking Red and a slightly flustered Blue to follow after him.

Once safe from prying eyes, inside the little antique shop Green finally let a breath out as the tension melted from his body.

Red glanced at Blue quickly, an uncertain little look on his face as he turned back to Green. They were waiting for his response. Why, just why, was I the one who had to get the green tunic? He groaned, fingers combing through his hair.

“ Okay so, this just isn’t going to work guys,”

“Yeah, no kidding bonehead-” _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Honestly- He could practically feel his nerves catch on fire. Green and Blue were already starting to bicker about what plan they should take and Red hadn’t even gotten a minute to breathe- Why was everyone being so horrible today anyways?! All those people questioning and whispering- I mean, he can’t judge them, of course they’d be curious!

It hadn’t been that long since they’d all put the sword(s) back into the pedestal. Honestly, the memory might be one of the best ones of his life- His heart had been so full and heavy and he knew it was going to hurt so bad to lose everyone- But he loved them so much he couldn’t help but smile, if not from his own feelings then at least for them. The little teasing and sad smiles- Red wanted to cry but he was determined to NOT let their last memories be a sad one!

But then, like a miracle, after that burning bright flash- They were still there. He slowly opened his eyes and didn’t feel like Link, and then heard a gasp and suddenly they all realized they were all still there!

The sheer, dizzying relief and then absolute fizzing excitement from that moment still made him smile- Of course the others seemed mostly shocked, but also relieved too! Of course, Green did immediately quietly freak out for a minute because if they weren’t back together what would happen with Vaati and all the other horrible things from breaking the seal?

Zellie had quickly checked the seal and pretty much said it was a-okay! Something about them probably being separate and interacting with so much additional magic or something all magicky and complex like that. In all honesty, he wasn’t really listening because he was very very busy trying to wrap them all in the biggest hug he could muster without crying on all of them-

As good, no- super wonderful and amazing it was, it didn’t really mean they were totally without consequences. Nope, everyone just had to be so… judgey about them! Red knew it wasn’t their fault! One person becoming four people was pretty weird after all.. But still! Some people were all wary if “they were just products of magic or even people?” or were just “really weird and actually like they were some… Chimera like person” or something?? Whatever that meant.

Zellie had to explain everything that happened to all the citizens, with all the fights and the bad guys they defeated and like all that had happened to link and how the kingdom would fare and whatever else. Stuff about aid programs, extra defense against pirates that could take advantage of Hyrule’s “weakened state”, and some more boring stuff about foreign politics. But people still didn’t really.. Understand them? Well, Red didn’t really get it, he knew he definitely wasn’t the smartest, that was Vio’s whole thing-Hylia he wished Vio hadn’t disappeared- But the least they could do was TRY to be nice to people about it!

All the people who looked and asked, well Red thought he could just explain it to them how it wasn’t weird! Like they were totally different people and they were kinda born from the sword magic but they were totally still Link! But all he got was weird looks! It made him feel… very bad inside.

f course, Green and Blue still bickering (not as bad as they used to of course) didn’t exactly make him feel any better. And he was very, very sure, that crying about little petty things wouldn’t make anyone else feel better. If Vio was here he’d help Red feel better. Blue was amazing at showing he’d support Red now and Green was super reliable and inspiring but Vio.. He just had a way of soft listening and rationale that just calmed his nerves, grounding him back into earth.

He sighed while looking down at his shoes, honestly he’d really have to get better at not acting like such a child! He knew he was that part of Link and all but really? The others shouldn’t have to pick up his slack! Rebuilding Hyrule up was taxing on everyone and he wouldn’t make things worse for everyone. It was like every time he tried to make things better and explain things he’d just make everything messier and more confusing and everything felt all fuzzy and grating and-

Oh.

Yep the very small view of his snug boots against the wooden panels was becoming blurrier-

Don’t do it- Don’t do it-Don’t do it-

His breath hitched-

Blue and Greens eyes immediately snapped to him. Vio’s too. When did Vio even get there-

That didn’t matter just don’t-

Too late.

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One thing most people don’t mention about being magically frozen alive is that it feels like you are being burned alive. Except, you can’t move or do anything. Totally helpless. He couldn’t yell or curse or fight back. He couldn’t even move his eyes. Couldn’t even breathe with his lungs near frozen solid. The only thing that kept working was his mind, internally screaming and raging as if the anger would thaw him out. When that didn’t work… Well, he’s glad Red got to him before he really fell into the deep end.

Red had lightly teased that that’s what made Blue “cool down” and be less prone to hitting the closest and easiest target near him. Which, more than not, was often Red.

But still, no matter what he did with his hands he could always feel a small part of him trying to force itself out from underneath the surface. No matter how much of the heavy rubble from the attack he helped clear or how hard he swung at the batches of monsters that were too stubborn to just die already, he knew that that little, impatient, and ruthless force was always ready to burst.

It didn't matter if he thought he was calm or if things were okay. Because No- No matter what he did the dam holding that uncontrollable energy could snap with a second whether he liked it or not. i mean stammering is ok too lol The dam currently? Oh yeah, it was super close to crumbling so its surging waters could pour out relentlessly, without caring what was in its path. Green’s advice of “counting deep and taking slow breaths” didn’t really do much to convince the pressure of that vicious force from being released. If not through his fists, with his words. Loud, angry, rude, uncaring, ice burning words.

He wasn’t ashamed of it. He refused to be. Blue was strong, wasn’t he? He could take it.

Red didn’t seem to think so.

The boy whose heart was just too big for his chest, except when his emotions flowed they just endeared everyone to him.

Blue looked over to said boy, failing to be discreet, as he was measured by the tailor.

He wanted to go over and just.. Do something to make him feel better dammit! He wasn’t good at this stuff, that was like, just the one thing he couldn’t do! Seriously, he knew he was an amazing fighter, but couldn’t just a small ounce go into the whole “making people feel better” category? The split was kinda unfair in splitting Link’s skills, it wasn’t his fault he sucked at this one thing specifically.

The only thing he could do to even TRY to make things better was taken away from him too! Green’s sissy little kiss-up hero look meant he couldn’t even take action so he ‘wOuLdN’t MaKe ThInGs WoRsE’, apparently! And that stupid nerd Vio just always had to obnoxiously add some stupid reason to support every little thing Green said too-hey got on his freaking NERVES-

No- He wasn’t going to go down that rabbit hole of thoughts. Better to just cut it off and shove it somewhere else.

Looking somewhere else he spotted Vio already finished with his own measuring and choosing of whatever garments he needed. He walked over to him, trying to keep his shoulders straight.

The damn dolt had apparently told the others that he was going to head towards the antique to escape the crowds or something. Blue didn’t believe it for a hot minute, Vio just always did things without ever freaking telling anyone so why would this be different? Vio of course has simply replied, “Oh I do tell you things its just that you don’t listen. Really, considering your mental capacity I can see that you hadn’t really processed it.” The gull of that guy… Why was EVERYONE so stupid? Well other than Red, Red never counted. Vio had been all, “Oh I merely meant you were busy with other things.” but honestly the nerd just needed to can it for once. Of course he would have heard what Vio said!

Especially since it’s like Vio never shut up with his way of pointing out every little thing! Like, even if he didn’t really listen then it TOTALLY wasn’t his fault he was just looking out for Red at the time after all. Hylia knew the little firecracker needed it. Blue had started to zone out when Green starting questioning Vio about some bullcrap when he heard Red.

Blue couldn’t really describe the messy hot emotions that hit him in the gut when he heard that he already knew immediately it was his fault for not protecting him well enough. Not that Red needed physical protection, but he could kinda be a wimp when it came to people.

He didn’t want to make Red upset, Red was really sensitive to arguments apparently… Maybe it was because of the whole fire temple thing? But it really felt like he did that before that had even happened too.

As soon as Red had started sobbing in the middle of the store they were all quick to comfort him and ask what was wrong. Red just said he didn’t really talk about it which definitely raised a few eyebrows. This was Red they were talking about, he always told them (and especially Blue) everything?

He had to give it to the nerd though, Vio just told them they would talk about it later, somewhere more private and boom problem solved. Before Green could even protest and insist that they deal with it right now because it was their biggest priority to help a upset team member Red immediately threw all of his body weight in a crushing hug to Vio. They’d talk about it later. Which, he wasn’t jealous about that.

So when Blue started walking to Vio with the intent to get the real reason why Vio just ditched them he wasn’t biased at all.