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sleepybbie · 1 year

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(going on anon bc im shy WHEHDHD🫡)

but how about a drabble of like, having a quickie with yingxing in his workshop or something 🤭🤭

bonus point if hes being a tease and kept edging you, forcing you to keep begging even tho he kept denying u anyways :3

𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒚 | yingxing (blade) drabble

a/n: SHSHHSJA I LOVE U SM FOR THIS ISTG (>w<) ♡ since i’m a bit biased (i am) i low-key made this drabble more longer than i originally planned to be ;w; but that shows how i love him sm

yingxing (blade) x fem!reader

warning: smutty drabble below! mentions of past!blade so there’s spoilers too ૮ • ﻌ - ა

you’d be lying to yourself if you say you didn’t enjoy watching your lover work on his weapon forges.

it wasn’t rare to anyone in the xianzhou that YINGXING was a very hard worker when it comes to crafting masterpieces of a weapon, glands of sweat rolling down his forehead to his forearm before wiping it away with ease. no wonder jingliu wanted him to be the one forging the weapons for the high cloud quintet; not only they were easy to hold and durable, but they have a strong impact of slashes that were even hard to destroy.

he gives in a lot of effort to his creations. therefore, he spends most of his time on his crafting table to make sure they were perfect. every weapon he forges, he smiles as he creates a new masterpiece and takes his time.

but how could he forget such a cute darling like you?

if there’s one thing you knew about your lover, is that he likes to tease, make you pout when he gets the chance. it wasn’t your fault you couldn’t peel your eyes away from him as he hammers down a weapon, it wasn’t your fault you find it so hot when he rolls his sleeve down his sweaty arms during the heating process, it wasn’t your fault why you visit his smithy looking so alluring and ethereal in a new short gown baiheng gifted to you in order to show it to him, and it’s absolutely not your fault why the small items from his table (including the blueprints) were scattered onto the ground while you’re being fucked in his workshop.

…this is a different kind of “risky” he’s giving you, a memory that might be in your head for a couple of weeks, or even months because of how good he was slamming his hips onto that spot of yours over and over. you have no idea whether his workshop was soundproof, you’re scared if ever dan feng were to visit him—after all, that high elder often comes in without warning. he finds it endearing, how your soft smile when you entered his forging area was now shifted into a mouth that cries his name on repeat like he just damaged your brain.

he promised to make this quick since he still has some forgery to finish. you don’t want him to be distracted when he’s already so focused, do you?

“ngh..! ha..! ah! y-yingxing…!”

your helpless and breathless mewls just seemed to turn him on more along with the way your hands clawed its way onto his damp neck, pushing your legs further up to wrap around his waist as he fucks into that spot of yours, repeating his ruthless thrusts while he pants heavily over your shoulder. it was sticky, you both were getting sticky; it’s obvious you were close, the pain your nails were digging on his attire was certainly giving a sign. who wouldn’t? his tip penetrating deep inside on your cervix was already enough to send you over the edge.

“p-please…wan…wanna cum..!”

“not until i say so, sweetheart..” he breathes into your neck, taking in that scent of yours like a pervert as he grins, “be obedient and wait for my signal..”

you hated when he does this, so teasing…you’ve been a good girl, right? so why? you teared up a little, and that just riled something inside of him more.

suddenly without warning, yingxing lifts you up off his desk, carrying your body until you back hit the wall, pushing his cock back inside of your sobbing puffy cunt like he was running out of time. he didn’t give time to rub himself in you, he just straight up pushes himself in. yingxing picks up the pace, pushing his tongue into your mouth while carrying your legs, balancing your body in order for you not to fall back from the wall. he’s strong..as expected from one of the strongest in the luofu. you’re full on crying, drooling spill past both of your lips before he pulls away with a smile. he’s close too…you can see it from the way he bites down his lip, blood drawing out, shutting his eyes when you clenched down on him.

now you both were even.

“are you keeping it in?”

“p-please, please, please…wanna…cum, yingxing…!”

“just a little more…i—

he was cut off with a grunt, pushing you back up on the wall after you almost fell down. were you so fucked out from his thrusts it made you unable to hold yourself? he chuckles.

“that was close, huh? as i was saying..just a little more, darling…and then you can cum..”

god, this was unfair. it’s so much..it’s only been a past minute when you both decided for a quick-quick, yet the smithy was a mess with the scent of sex. dan feng was definitely going to question this after..

“c’mon…almost there..” he goes even more faster, you swore your eyes were gouging at the back of your head when it hits that soft spot in your walls over and over, feeling semen spill out little by little, his thrusts sloppier..holy shit, you were seeing the aeons at this point. yingxing had a vice grip over your thighs as he holds you tight, your head bumping on the wall behind you, hard. you could hear him curse underneath his breath.

“y-yingxing, please…!”

“shit…you wanna cum? come, my darling, let’s do it together..”

and with one last thrust, his lips on yours to silence your moans, the coil in your stomach was cut along with his, cum spilling down past your legs as you whined loudly in his mouth—ribbons of his release shooting inside of you, breeding you basically. your poor cunt spills his thick seed, tickling down to his legs and onto the floor. fucking messy, and fucking filthy.

he didn’t dare to drop you while you both catch your breath, after all he didn’t want you to be hurt. yingxing holds you tight, leaving a small mark over your neck as he pulls out, watching his dick soften, along with his release spilling out of you. he thinks you’re pretty, he knows you’re pretty, including with that new fucked our expression of yours. he kisses your cheek, to your nose and on your forehead. he smiles, acting like he didn’t fucked you like a goddamn beast.

“want to buy something with me at the market? i forgot i need more materials.”

this guy…

an: hehe! i love yingxing ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

#blade x reader #hsr blade x reader #blade x y/n #blade x you #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr smut

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oneweirdbookaddict · 2 months

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Congratulations on your milestone! Very exciting!❤️

For requests, maybe write about a Link with verbal issues?

Like, maybe one is selectively mute/apraxia of speech, one stutters, or one has like echolalia?

Thanks on the congrats!

I hope you like it!

This one fought me start to end, but it was cool to research and fun to write!! Thanks for the request!

Wind, Sky, Wars, and Four are the main focus, though everyone is there and participating!

1335 words, no warnings!

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The weakest link in a chain of command is always communication.

Wars complains about it every time they get mail- reports and letters from his Zelda and Impa will get him so riled up he has to take a walk to calm down.

Then comes back to complain to whoever will listen about how no one can communicate and listen to orders for an hour.

“I mean, I know I’m not there to give direct orders but for the love of the goddess I wasn’t for half of the war, either!” The captain signs furiously. “It’s like just because I’m away ‘on holiday’ it’s like they don’t have to do what I say!”

“Your Z- Zelda t- t- told them you’re on holid- day?” Four says, looking somewhat amused.

“Y E S!” The captain signs letter by letter for emphasis. “That was her first mistake!”

“Some holiday this is.” Legend mutters, getting a snort from the sailor.

“Holiday.” Wind repeats.

“Why a holiday?” Wild asks curiously.

“I don’t know!” Wars sighs, gesturing with his hands after the sentence.

“Easier than explaining to them that you got sucked through an evil-looking purple portal that sent you through time and space?” The traveler asks with a frown.

“Well, maybe, if it hadn’t already happened before!” The captain signs grumpily, poking at his letter.

Sky chokes. “Hmm?” The Skyloftian hums, coughing over his water.

Legend pats the knight on the back.

“He said it happened before.” Wind clarifies, clarifying absolutely nothing to most of the crew.

Sky makes a confused face.

“During the war, Cia created a hole in time and space. I visited Skyloft myself and fought there. Zelda, though disguised at the time…”

The captain’s hands slowly stop in response to Sky frantically gesturing for him to stop, finding his journal and scribbling in it frantically.

Shoves it frantically at Four, who translates.

“What d- d- did it look lik- ke? I didn’t- t know th- that. W- was it in my fut- fut- fut- after my t- time?”

Four sighs over the word he’d failed to pronounce, mouthing it slowly until Wind nudges him.

Wars is halfway through his reply, Sky hanging on desperately to every word.

“- don’t know anything about times, there wasn’t time to talk to anyone and after the battle, it was hurry rush go.” Wars signs, emphasizing the rush.

Wild glances up from the cooking pot, where he’s making individual pizzas for everyone.

“Wind?” Wild gets the sailor’s attention. “Mushrooms on your pizza?”

“Mushrooms.” Wind agrees, eyes still on Wars with a small, mostly amused smile.

“Mushrooms s- s- suck.” Four mumbles, and the champion grins at him.

“Peppers in yours, Smithy?”

“No!” Four yelps, grey eyes narrowing when Wild laughs.

Wars is still complaining about his letter, setting a new record with two and a half hours of complaining.

Hyrule gestures their new record to them over the captain’s head, so only they can see.

Though the captain falters at Legend’s snort, glancing up at the traveler.

Rulie smiles innocently, really turning up his large hazel eyes.

Like a puppy.

Wars tries to look serious, but alas, no one is immune to the traveler’s eyes.

“I don’t believe it is as big of a deal as you believe it to be, Captain.” Time says ever so formally.

Wars sighs, slumping dramatically over the log he’d been leaning on.

“It isn’t,” the captain agrees with a sigh. “But I still have to deal with it when I get back.”

“Mm. Maybe we’ll all die and none of us get to go back.” Legend says way too casually. Then- “Joking. I was joking.” When every eye in the group finds him.

“Bad one.” Sky mutters, the rare sound of his voice making them all jolt and burst into laughter.

Legend’s cheeks flush, but he’s failing to hide his own laughter.

Sky is almost completely nonverbal- the sound of his voice is incredibly rare. The knight must be having a good day.

Four, on the other hand, is not. The smithy is the type of person who’s always on the move and hates being held back. His stutter- which they’re slowly realizing is a recent development for him- frustrates him at times.

It’s a bad clash when Sky writes and Four… is their sole translator.

Sky’s written language is too different for any of them to be able to read, and sometimes even Four struggles a bit. After centuries, writing just doesn’t stay the same.

On top of that, they’ve… mostly figured out how to effectively communicate with each other.

Battles were definitely still a challenge, communication being an outright struggle with them before they found a way to make it… effective.

Fighting in predesignated pairs, if possible, people who can communicate at a moment's notice with… someone who isn’t able to.

That one helped a lot after Sky got hurt and couldn’t tell anyone.

They’d found him later, passed out against a tree. But no one had known what had happened, if he’d been abducted or worse.

So they do regular check-ins with each other- Wars, Wind, and Wild. Time, Twi, and Sky. And Four, Hyrule, and Legend.

“Four, beating yourself up over your stutter won’t help it.” Time says quietly, the smith sighing over at their oldest member.

Nods slightly, fidgeting slightly before picking up a book.

Wind grins and zips next to him, always enjoying looking at the pictures in Four’s smithing texts, or maps in the history ones.

On his good days, the smithy will read or explain the context to the sailor.

Time helps Four a lot with his stutter- apparently, the old man had a stutter when he was younger.

They often take walks together and work on speaking. Four is really self-conscious about his speech.

Wars, too, struggles with his disability, though it seems to be more frustration than self-consciousness. In a position of leadership, it’s understandable.

They all silently wonder how the captain was… well, able to command soldiers on the battlefield.

But then again, none of them are war veterans. They’re not exactly sure how it works, and they’re sure Wars’ leadership was able to make accommodations.

Sky is the most comfortable with his speech, though he gets frustrated with his lack of ability to communicate with them. With centuries between him and his closest descendant, Hylian Sign has just changed too much for them to understand it, and Sky has a hard time understanding Wars.

The best they’ve currently figured out, with Four knowing Sky’s written language because of what Legend dubbed ‘nerdiness,’ is Sky writing on spare parchment and Four translating.

Wind… they’re not quite sure what Wind thinks. The sailor seems so unbothered by everything. Absolutely no embarrassment at his self-proclaimed ‘outbursts.’

Which is just him repeating a phrase or a few words of what someone’s said. Wind has said that yes, it’s technically a speech disorder though it’s rare.

There’s not even a name in his Hyrule for what he has, though Wild’s called it Echolalia. The champion mentioned, very offhandedly, that he’d been diagnosed with it.

Wild… was an odd one. Some days he was mostly nonverbal, though others he was entirely verbal. It depends on how he’s doing day by day, though a trigger could easily turn a verbal day into a nonverbal day.

Usually, they can tell if a switch is coming, unless it’s in battle or another chaotic situation that they can’t seem to avoid.

They all prefer the softer, more peaceful moments of sitting around a fire, or in a room of an inn.

Some talking softly, others communicating in their own way, playing cards, reading, carving, anything they want.

Communicating however they want, in the way that works for them, with people who accept their differences without judgment.

With all their shared experiences, they're able to understand each other more than other people who haven't been through the same thing are able to.

And they work constantly with each other to continue that understanding.

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layraket · 2 months

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For you :3

“Traveller breathe,” Someone urged, a loud calling in his ear.

Breathe? That seemed impossible, his frantic gasps of air the only air he could get into his lungs before it escaped, making his chest tight. He felt the red liquid seeping through his fingernails, and trailing down his arms, his side and grass poking into his skin, being stained with the only thing he swore never to let be used against him.

“It’ll be okay, but I need you to breathe okay?”

He met Four in the eyes, staring at crystalline violet eyes, with a hint of red in them. Red. Red. Red like the blood that was seeping out of his body, and would be used to resurrect Ganon. The one thing he swore would never happen was unfolding right in front of him.

“Hyrule!” Four called but his voice sounded far away.

He felt a sudden firm grasp on his wrist and he struggled before seeing that it was just the smithy, still there, still trying.

Hyrule didn’t know why. He was failing, why would Four care?

He felt arms wrap around him, and the steady rise and fall of Four’s chest. Miniature as it was, Hyrule felt that maybe he could follow it.

“In and out, traveller, I’ve got you.”

He copied as best as he could, squeezing his eyes shut to ignore the thoughts and the panic of his blood curse and focused on drawing air into his lungs. It was the least he could do for the trouble he was causing for Four. Battle raged around him, monster flesh being pierced and grunts as the heroes continued to fight around them. The real heroes, Hyrule thought bitterly.

He needed to fight alongside them. Even if he wasn’t like them. He eventually breathed steady and started to stand up but staggered, pain shooting through his side. “Whoa, slow down. You’re not going to fight while you’re that injured,” Four helped the traveller sit back down, an arm around his shoulder and pressed his hands to the bloody side, his eyes now a sharp green. “You’ve already lost a lot of blood. I couldn’t get you a potion, but now I can. Wind is buying us some time.”

He gritted his teeth at the pressure, so badly wanting to go out and help with the fight but he couldn’t argue with the smithy’s logic, so he tried to stay still. Soon red potion, a bitter and cold liquid entered his mouth, and his arm felt better but his side still throbbed with the sting of the blade that had stabbed it. “What? That should’ve gotten rid of the wound in your side too,” Four murmured, eyes widening.

Hyrule felt the blood loss catching up to him, his vision spinning and he felt his eyes began to close, though he tried to resist. “Link, stay awake. Don’t close your eyes. For me, okay?”

“S’rry,” He slurred as his vision tilted and his head dropped.

Now he could clearly see the sodden ground, worn from the fighting and splattered with black and red blood. He could see Legend’s Pegasus Boots, dancing with the grace Hyrule had seen him fight, and the captain’s heavy metal boots that marched with order and practice. His vision gained black spots as he heard fuzzy noises, a call of his name maybe? That’s probably not good, he thought distantly before he fully succumbed to the darkness.

~~~~~~~~~

Hyrule’s eyes fluttered open and he was met with agonizingly bright light. He couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his throat and he raised his hands to cover his eyes from it.

“Traveller? Link? Are you with us?”

“I swear his eyes were open for a second.”

His eyes soon adjusted and he was able to see sky and trees. He looked around and met the eyes of his friends.

“He is awake!”

“Can you say something, ‘Rulie?”

He recognized the last one as Legend’s soft, worried tone he rarely used. “Yeah,” Hyrule replied. “W-what happened? Why are you guys looking at me like that?”

Silence followed his words and he started to panic but he got a clipper answer from Four, “Well, you got hit in the side. Lost too much blood.”

Hyrule frowned but then slightly recalled the moments and paled. “What happened to my blood. Was it still on the ground?”

He had no reason to assume the others would do anything about that. They didn’t know anything about his blood curse. There were resounding yeah’s and he cursed, jumping out of his bedroll, standing even though pain coursed through his side. “Hey, no, you have to rest. Don’t push yourself,” Legend chided.

“You—You don’t understand. I have to do something right now,” Hyrule gritted his teeth as he started to walk.

It was sheer will that he was standing on his feet but he didn’t care. He took off before the others could protest and found the battleground from before in a while. He heaved a breath and grabbed his water flask from his bag, pouring it over where he could see red blood. He tore a piece of fabric from his clothes and wiped the blood off the grass as best as he could, like his life depended on it…which he guessed wasn’t too far from the truth. He heard the footsteps before he heard the others’ voices and he paid them no mind. “Why—“ There was a pause as Four considered his next words. “—Why are you doing this? It’s blood.”

Hyrule laughed, a bit hysterically, as the blades of grass were nearly ripped out once the traveller was done with them. He felt a hand on his shoulder and it admittedly hurt to see the look in his predecessor’s eyes, the vet hesitant and confused, along with the glimmer of hurt hidden behind the clouds of violet. He felt their eyes burning into his back as he finished getting rid of the blood after a long while. He didn’t care.

Anything to make sure his blood doesn’t get in the hands of the enemy.

He made sure to burn the piece of fabric that was torn off, and then turned to the rest of them before his legs buckled from pushing himself too hard and he was barely even caught before he was out.

~~~~~~~~~~~

When he had awoken next it was bright again, but less painful. He saw the veteran leaning over him. “‘Rulie? You there?”

“Yeah…”

Hyrule saw the disappointment and hurt shining in his predecessor’s violet eyes and it stung horribly but he didn’t regret what he had done. “It’s just me and the smithy here right now. He’s off guarding the camp…you trust me right?”

“Of course,” Hyrule narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Can you tell me why you—why…Why did you do that? You seem…afraid of your blood. You don’t panic when you see anyone else’s blood…”

Could he tell the vet why? He trusted him, of course, but he had known to keep his blood curse an absolute secret, lest he be betrayed and killed.

"I-I don’t know if I can tell you…”

“…Okay. That’s fine but…unless you have a very good reason I’m not going to let you injure yourself further, push yourself when you need rest.”

If something happened like that, again, he needed someone to get rid of the blood and he knew that even a single nick on his cheek could be salvaged and used to resurrect Ganon. He couldn’t let Legend do that.

So do I tell him?

After contemplating for a while, he made an ultimate decision. “I have a blood curse,” He whispered tightly, hoping to be quiet enough that the only one that would hear him was the veteran. “If anyone has my blood, they can resurrect Ganon with it. I…I need to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

He was admittedly nervous as to Legend’s reaction. He only told him because it felt right, he trusted Legend more than anyone, and he could use a little bit of help with it. When he looked up at the veteran he didn’t see what he expected, he saw sympathy and guilt shimmering in Legend’s eyes and suddenly there were arms wrapping around him. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that. Thank you for telling me, I understand now. Next time, I’ll help you out instead okay?”

“Okay…”

It felt like a weight off his shoulders now that that somebody other than him knew. He let himself sink into Legend’s embrace and Four didn’t even blink when he saw them, he just quirked his lips upward slightly and gave a nod, eyes green with a hint of red.

Uni im gently grabbing your hand and putting all my love on it cuz WAHH

Rulie scared about his blood curse not caring if he overworks himself gets me, and and Four staying there to try and calm him and assure him that everything will be okay

AND LEGEND COMES AND HE MAKES SURE THAT HE'S FINE AND DOESN'T PUSH HYRULE AND HOW UNDERSTANDING HE IS WHEN RULIE TELLS HIM ABOUT THE CURS KDSFJKHJDS

screaming and sobbing the ending with Legend and Hyrule hugging i love downfall duo so much 🥺🥺🥺 thank you s much i dont know how to repay you this is beautiful

#asks #uniquevoidflowers #linked universe #lu fic #long post #tw injury #tw blood #again thank u tahnk u thank u i love this im saving the post to read it anytime #save

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gintrinsic-writing · 7 months

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For the Unusual Fic-Specific Asks for Authors ask game – would you be interested in doing Perspective Flip for This World (is only gonna break your heart), chapter 1’s head trauma fic?? If you want a specific character I think Legend would be interesting, but honestly I’d love to see any character’s POV! (I love this fic so much I need to put in an actual decent comment for it asdfgh)

I'm notoriously slow at writing fiuhshsdfush sorry, but it's incomplete. I probably didn't get to the part you most wanted, but I work the rest of the week, then have to host family for 5 days, so I'm not going to have a chance to write again for a good bit. Hopefully this is still fun to read! I might be able to get to the rest when life slows down.

Based on this short fic.

“Four?” Legend questioned, wariness coloring his tone. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Four rasped. His fingers flexed around the hilt of the Four Sword over and over again. Even from across the field, it was easy to see that his breaths were too shallow. He licked his lips. “Wild, could I have more of that herbal water?”

Wild’s ears drooped guiltily. “I’m sorry, but there’s not much left, and Warriors still hasn’t had any.”

Legend sent a sharp look to Warriors, cutting off the self-sacrificial bullshit before it could even begin with a well-timed frown. Warriors acted like he didn’t notice, but he pressed his lips together as he tied off the last of Time’s bandages. Drama queen.

“Right,” Four murmured. He handed his empty cup back, then tugged on his hair. His hand visibly trembled. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

Sky questioned Four about an injury, and several others joined in. Legend tuned them out, thumbing one of the heart rings as he watched Hyrule. The traveler swayed a little as he approached, and he sat down without an iota of grace. Sweat dampened both their arms as he leaned against Legend. It was uncomfortable; Legend didn’t consider moving.

“Don’t volunteer for watch tonight,” he murmured, rolling his eyes when Hyrule stuck out his tongue.

"Don't tell me what to do, Leg."

“Bitch.”

“Worrywort.”

Before Legend could think of a comeback, he noticed Four beginning to pace. The grass nearly reached the smithy’s knees.

“I’m not… me. I mean I am, but…” Four frowned. “I’m not just me. That’s the problem.”

Hyrule crossed his legs where he sat. “You can tell us. We’ll do whatever we can to help.”

Four’s eyes darted along the length of the Four Sword as if searching for something. “For you to understand, there’s something I need to…” He trailed off a sharp exhale. “I named myself for the Four Sword because—because drawing it gives me the ability to split into four separate versions of myself. Only… it’s not working now.”

“Like cloning?” Legend asked, thinking back on some of the oddities he’d come across on his quests.

“No. They represent different parts of me. They’re my colors.” Four’s sudden smile was a fragile thing. “My sense of reason, my sentiment, my temper, my bravery. Obviously, it’s more complicated than that, but that’s the gist. And right now…” Once more, he touched the dried blood along his hairline. “I can’t hear them at all. I can’t split.”

“Split?” Legend mouthed, just as Sky asked, “Hear them? You normally hear voices?”

Well, that was concerning. Legend thumbed his heart ring again, glancing around at the others. Warriors was still in that eerie way of his, and Wild looked strangely mournful. At least the Old Man seemed to be resting well.

“It’s not like that. I get… impressions. Influences,” Four answered timidly.

“The voices influence you?” Warriors asked, and ah—there it was. That tone he used when he was truly worried and trying not to show it. Legend wondered if any of the others recognized it for what it was yet. “How often does that happen?”

Four twitched, then smiled again. “I’m probably explaining this poorly. The voices are me. They’re normal.”

Wariness returned to Legend’s gut, and he could feel Hyrule slowly tensing. He had a feeling things were about to get worse.

#lu legend #lu hyrule #lu four #lu warriors #lu fic #gintrinsic ask #gintrinsic writing

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s-creations · 9 months

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Roleplay

It was easy to think he'd been a hero this entire time. After all, with everyone backing him, Geno felt he'd been accomplished so much.

But, staring down his greatest enemy, making sure someone he cared for was safe, Geno wasn't sure if he was really meant to be a hero.

Fandom: Super Mario & Releated Fandoms, Super Mario RPG Rating: General Audiences Relationship: Mario/Geno (Nintendo) Additional Tags: Harsh look at reality, It's not always roses, Geno's protective of Gaz, Geno/Mario is a background item, But I'm still making it count!, Smithy's kind of a jerk, There is fire and mentions of burning buildings, Geno gets a little shaken.

Make from @nintendonut1's art: Link

“Whatever happens, just hold onto me, Gaz. And don’t stare at the light for too long.”

Smithy had not taken being defeated well. Instead of falling, as the team had been expecting, the villain had doubled down. Burning red eyes seemed to narrow down on Geno as he stood once more. Declaring he wasn’t going to hide away in his factory any more. That this takeover needed a more direct touch.

Starting with Rose Town.

Geno had never felt so cold before.

Even with the fact they all practically left the portal at the same time, Smithy somehow got a lead. The party arrived in said town with it already on fire. Numerous troupes from Smithy’s gang rushed around and away once the heroes engaged. Mario called for everyone to spread out to help where they could.

Geno was gone before the human finished.

Sturdy footfalls carried him down a path he’d felt uneven walking on only a few days ago. Now only stumbling to avoid the crumbling homes and structures. Still focused on arriving at his destination as quickly as possible.

He shouldn’t feel so sick upon seeing the familiar house up in flames. But it took everything in him to not collapse at the sight.

“Gaz!” the puppet desperately called out, “Gaz, where are you! Can you hear me? Gaz!”

He flinched away as the fire flared up. Feeling as if his soul was crumbling away as the front started to collapse.

“GAZ!”

“G-Geno?”

Relife he’d never felt before seemed to slam into his chest hearing the timid voice. A familiar small Toad just peeking out from the edge of the forest. Clearly terrified and covered with a bit of ash, but otherwise well.

“Gaz… Grambi Above, Gaz!” Gaining strength in his legs once more, Geno rushed over to said child. Feeling comfort by the weight he now carried in his arm. “You’re okay… Are you hurt? Where’s your mother? Where’s anyone?”

“W-We’re all in the forest,” Gaz sniffed weakly, “‘M okay. What’s h-happening?”

Geno faltered as he tried to figure out what he could say about this. “I…I wasn’t able to stop the bad guy fast enough. I’m sorry…”

“But you’re here to stop them now, right?”

“Yeah, yeah of course! I’m going to stop them before you can be hurt any further.”

“Awww, how charming.”

Gaz let out a fearful gasp as he hid away in Geno’s chest upon seeing the person towering behind said puppet. On his part, Geno instantly took a defensive position. One arm wrapped around the small Toad while he faced Smithy. The other was already holding out his weapon.

Said dictator seemed far more imposing with the fire burning casting heavy shadows over him. His eyes seemed to glow a deeper red.

“How something so small could cause so much trouble. Do you want to know something interesting, Little Star?” Smithy asked smugly, “This little piece around my neck holds quite the informative side effect. I can hear every wish that’s been asked for. Every. Single. One. From every living being. Including Stars.”

The overlord chuckled as he watched Geno’s face fall in horror.

“You are quite the interesting being, Little Star. It all started off rather understandable. If not a little dry.”

‘I wish I knew what this stomach pain was.’

‘I wish I knew why I can’t keep my eyes open.’

‘I wish I could understand how people can keep going.’

“I suppose being mortal was a very strange change for you. Being physically tied down is tiring if you’re not used to it all. I’ll be honest, I grew bored of hearing from you after a while. Who wants to hear about wanting to be more ‘mortal’? Not I… Until your wishes turn into something…amazing.”

‘I wish I could tell Gaz how it’s going. He really likes this toy, I’m sure he misses it.’

‘I wish I knew what it was like to have a home. It seems so wonderful to have a place to just relax.’

‘I wish I could enjoy cake every day!’

‘I wish Mallow could keep his smile on his face forever, he deserves to.’

‘I wish Bowser would just admit he likes being around us.’

‘I wish I didn’t feel so nervous around Peach.’

‘I wish I could be as calm as Mario is.’

‘I wish I could be as easy around Mario as Peach is.’

‘I wish I knew why my soul beats so fast when I look at Mario.’

‘I wish I could tell him how I feel.’

‘I wish I was brave enough to tell him how I feel.’

‘I wish I could stay.’

Geno didn’t mean to tighten his grip on Gaz. But hearing his own wishes mockingly repeated back to him was terrifying.

“How absolutely pathetic,” Smithy growled out. Hefting up his hammer to be held in both hands. “If you want to be a mortal, if you want to play the hero, then you need to experience all of it. Even the not so friendly side. You don’t get to pretend.”

“You get to watch this little village burn before I move onto the next town, and the next one. I’m going to make sure you feel the full force of being mortal before I crush you. If you want to act as a hero, prepare to feel failure. Starting with that child.”

The fears he felt were quickly replaced with protective rage. Gaz’s eyes widened in amazement as the weapon pointed at Smithy started to hum. Seeming to suck in light at the tip as a large orb of light began to appear. The multiple colors merge to become white.

“Gaz…”

Said Toad’s attention went to Geno’s face, who was glaring Smithy down.

“Whatever happens, just hold onto me. And don’t stare at the light for too long.”

At that, Gaz buried his face into Geno’s chest. Just before the charged beam was released.

Geno could feel the child flinch as the hum of said attack was released, seeming to mute the area with how loud it was. Smithy moved quick enough to raise the head of the hammer to act as a shield. Feet digging into the ash covered ground as he was pushed back. When he came to a stop, the leader let out a huff followed by a heavy chuckle.

“Well, well, touched a nerve have I?” Smithy smirked, standing once more.

“You have no room to make such threats. I will make you regret those words.” Geno’s voice was cold and unwavering as he stared Smithy down.

“Your little stun gun may pack a punch. But you’re going to need more than that.”

Gaz, who had peeked out, panicked further when the ground began to shake. Letting out a small but terrified scream of surprise as Bowser basically barreled into Smithy. Geno quickly wrapped his other arm around the Toad. The steely anger melted away slowly as he realized it was the rest of the party. Peach and Mallow rushed to help Bowser while Mario drew closer to Geno.

“Hey, are you okay?” Mario asked, “We saw your beam and-”

“He threatened Gaz.” Is what Geno was able to choke out.

The human’s eyes went down to said Toad, who was still clutched close to Geno. Mario offered a comforting smile while gently pulling Gaz away from Geno’s death grip. Silently gesturing to keep the puppet calm before addressing the child.

“Do you know where everyone else is?”

“I-In the forest.” Gaz sniffed.

“Okay, do you think you can find everyone on your own?”

“Uh huh.”

“I need you to go back in then. Geno needs to know you’re safely away from here so he can focus on fighting.”

Gaz looked back up to Geno. The puppet was able to give a very short nod of agreement in his numb stupor.

The Toad turned back to Mario, “You’ll keep Geno safe, right?”

“I’ve been doing well so far. You can trust me.”

That seemed good enough for Gaz as he finally turned to rush back into the foliage.

With that taken care of, Mario’s focused on Geno. Who still hadn’t really moved.

“Hey, Geno, I need you to talk to me.”

Moving slowly, Mario reached out to take Geno’s hands in his own. That caused the puppet to fully jerk out of his stunned silence. Amber eyes taking in his surroundings once more.

“Mario?”

“Hey, yeah, it’s me, you’re okay,” Mario gave a small chuckle, “First time threats are not fun.”

That sent another jolt of remembrance to strike Geno. Who now scanned to find a familiar form. “Gaz, are they-”

“Back in the forest. He’s safe. Think you’re okay to fight?”

Geno looked down at their clasped hands for a moment before addressing Mario.

“Yeah, let’s finally end this.”

#geno smrpg #geno #mario #gaz smrpg #mallow #princess peach #bowser #smithy smrpg #s-creations #fanfiction #fanfic #nintendonut1 #fun times for all!

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fourstarsoutofnine · 1 year

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Hi hi! Since requests are open i wanted to request a short fic about reader helping Four take care care of his hair, like he doesn't really bother with it too much but reader insists he takes better care of it because it's so pretty, so Four allows them to do what they deem necessary

Have a nice day and thank you in advance ^^

A/N:Omg this is so cute I love this. I went with a pre-established relationship for this one, hope that’s ok! Also sorry this took so long, and to the other requests that are taking a while—I’ve been renovating my bedroom completely and it’s taking a while😅thanks for being patient with me <3

Four w/ an s/o who helps him take care of his hair <3

Warnings:none. Just established relationship, four being soft and incredibly in love and smitten. Four’s nickname for you is “dove” bc idk I just love it.

The smith never really cared about his hair much. It just wasn’t something he deemed important to take much care of. It was mostly a nuisance if anything, but he liked the way it looked long so he kept it. But if you ask how he goes about taking care of it? Don’t get him to lying. He doesn’t. Well… didn’t until you came along. You—wonderful you. You became his constant, and his reminder to take care of himself. His hair, however, was something you never saw receiving the same amount of care he gave his body, and the brilliant weapons he worked on. You weren’t going to let that continue, so you marched right up to him. “Smithy?”

He looked up at you and smiled. “Yes, dove?” His expression was full of nothing but love and admiration. It honestly made your stomach turn flips. You smiled back and bent down a bit, tucking some of his hair behind his ear. “I’ve noticed something.” You crouched down to meet his sitting level.

“What’s that?” He set his work aside to give you his full attention.

“I’ve noticed you don’t really give the same care to your hair as you do to taking care of yourself and I want to do something about it. Your hair is far too beautiful to let it not be cared for.” You stated simply like it was something as casual as a hello and not a profoundly beautiful way to say I love you and care about you without actually saying that. His face and ears flushed a touch red as he processed that and you continued. “I’d like to help with it—if you’d let me… I may not know everything about hair care and we may be out in the middle of Hyrule with no civilization for miles, but I can trim it and fix the split ends, and I’m sure at least the captain has some shampoo and conditioner.” You say with a laugh, and he looks down with a dopey smile.

“That’s…very kind of you…” he said, his voice laced with love and a softness you rarely get to see from him—one that only emerges during the nights you’re both awake and everyone else lies sleeping. “I would appreciate that very much, actually…” he looks back up to you with the same soft smile. “Thank you, dove…”

You respond with a kiss to his cheek and help him up. You spent the rest of the day caring for his hair—which consisted of a fun adventure with the river down the hill(it ended up being freezing and the both of you ended up in it and soaked your only other set of clothes, but his hair was washed!) and you trimmed his split ends, then you showed him how to fix his hair up out of his face so it wouldn’t bother him. Taking care of his hair became something you both did, and a surefire way to get to spend time together, so it’s officially become something he loves to do. And his hair has never felt softer!

#four linked universe x reader #four x reader #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu four #lu four x reader

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judathian · 5 months

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Game night w @nelsonsock and @smithy-will-eat-your-babies, took the bell down to get a damage quota and instantly got this freak waiting for us outside the door

#content warning #content warning game #cw game #James voice jumpscare #(I'm recording)

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rrain-writes · 6 months

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Hi! Could I slide forward the ideas of “misaimed blame” or “cruel and unusual punishment” with Warriors and/or Wind for the Bad Things Happen bingo? I like those two and am curious as to what you’d do with either of them in either of those situations! <3

Hello anon! (Sorry this took me a while!)

Ok, we have Warriors and Wind for the @badthingshappenbingo prompt ‘misaimed blame’. Thanks for requesting and hope you like it!

Characters: Warriors, Wind, Four, Sky, Time and Twilight

Warnings: blood, injury, and nausea

Warriors hated dungeons. They were damp, dark, and smelly. Oh, and more often than not, sported an assortment of monsters and traps. Why the other heroes liked them so much was beyond him.

Did he mention that he had gotten seperated from everyone else? Well he had, and now he was stuck wandering around and praying he found an exit.

Warriors sighed, inspecting his sroundings as he went. The room he had found himself in was suspicously empty, except for a single door on the other side of it. As he went to walk towards it, an ominous g r a t i n g noise stopped him in his tracks.

The Captain's eyes darted down to the tile that he had stepped on, which had sunken into the floor when he had applied pressure. “What-“ He started, before letting out a noise of surprise.

Where there had once been one of him, there was now many. The dopelgangers had appeared out of nowhere, each an perfect image of the himself. Well, If it wasn’t for the sickening smiles they wore, or empty eyes watching him.

He raised his sword, and half the group copied him, mirroring his actions, while the others darted out the door. Warriors swore as the remaining ones attacked.

Wind and Four walked through the dungeon hallways, the soft padding of their feet and quiet breathing the only hylian sound. The steady dripping of water echoed, though with no visible location.

“Wars!” Four called out, as a familiar figure crossed the hall infront of them. Warriors turned at the sound of his voice. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you!” The minish hero said. “I’m surprised we haven’t come across anything yet, but the downside is the others are no where to be- Warriors?”

Four let out a yelp of surprise as Warriors swung his sword down, expression blank.

“Wars, what the hell are you doing?” Wind exclaimed.

Four grunted as he parried a blow from the Captain. “Warriors!” He cried. “Snap out of it!”

Warriors did not, in fact, snap out of it. Instead he continued to slash at the smallest heroes relentlessly, pushing them backwards until they were met with cold stone walls. Even with the two of them, they were no match against the older hero’s blind attacks.

Wind gritted his teeth as the metal blade sliced along his arm, drawing dark blood in the dim lighting. He had no breath left for reasoning with Warriors, as he put all his focus into not getting killed.

Four cried out as one of Warriors’ wide swings came too close, his multi-coloured tunic ripping. The blood was quick to follow the action, dripping down his front and staining the different patches. The smithy dropped to his knees, sword abandonded as he pressed his hands to the wound.

"Four!" Wind cried out, horrified that Warriors could ever do something like this.

Warriors on the other hand, took no notice. He just kept coming, and it was only a matter of time before Wind would tire out.

Warriors followed the yells and the clashing of swords, throwing continous looks over his shoulder at the other him's that followed. One of them got close enough to strike, and he was forced to twist his arm in an uncomfortable way to prevent himself from being beheaded.

An echo of a shout rang down the hallway. The voice sounded young, like-

"Four!" That was Wind. Warriors gritted his teeth as he pushed himself to run faster. Something was happening to his brothers, and it was not good.

Wind was momentarily distracted by the pounding of multiple adult feet running towards them, and it earned him a cut across his cheek. Warriors also noticed it, and bolted the opposite direction, blue scarf flying.

The Sailor's arms shook, and he was unsteady on his feet from both blood-loss and exhaustion.

That must be the others. He thought to himself, as his knees gave out underneath him, sending him sinking down to the cold floor.Someone called his name off in the ajacent hallway, and he fought through the fogginess in his head to stay awake.

Not much longer now.

Warriors nearly cried in relief when he ran into Time, Sky and Twilight. They were more than a little surprised to see him being chased down by himself, but at his word jumped up with their weapons drawn.

It was more than a little painful to cut down people who looked exactly like your brother, but the master sword was quick to confirm that they definetly weren't the real Wars. Oh, and the fact that they were trying to mindlessly kill the heroes.

As the last copy of him fell, Twilight grimanced.

"That was..." He said, before trailing off. Sky put a hand to his shoulder, wincing when he noticed the blood that was still on it.

"Did you guys hear Wind and Four earlier?" Warriors asked in an attempt to change the topic to anything else.

Luckily the three of them took the bait, Time being the first to reply. "We did, and were trying to find them when we... ran into you."

Warriors tried to catch his breath as the adrenaline slowly wore off. "We should go find them."

Sky nodded, and pointed to his right. "That's where it sounded like they were coming from."

When someone came running up to him, touching his face, Wind groggily blinked confusion away. There, he found the concerned face of Sky, asking if he was okay.

"Mhm." He hummed, nodding slowly in reply.

"What happened to you two?" The Skyloftian fretted, wiping away the blood from his face with a cloth like Wind's Grandma would.

"We were..." Wait. Wind jerked upright, eyes wide. "We were attacked by Wars!" He cried, standing despite the wave of nausea. "He's a traitor!" Wind said. "Warriors came and attacked us, he hurt Four and-"

"Wind." Sky said firmly, grabbing his flailing hands. "That was not Wars. It was a trick of the dungeoun."

Wind shook his head, all reason lost to his fear. "I know what I saw Sky you have to believe me!"

Warriors looked pained, turning away from the sailor to mutter something to Time, who stood beside him. Time paused from watching Twilight tend to Four to reply to him in the same quiet voice, before Warriors left the room.

"No!" Wind wrenched himself out of Sky's grasp, stumbling over to the Captain. "This is your fault!" He said. The sudden movements made him stumble, and Warriors instincly reached out to catch him. Wind gasped a choking lungfull of air as he tried to push himself away, and Time stepped over to catch him.

Time lay him down as he tried to calm the hysterical boy. "Warriors, I think you might need to leave the room." He said.

Warriors nodded slowly before turning away. "Okay." He said after a beat. He knew why of course. But it hurt. It really hurt.

You're scaring him

He hates you.

This is your fault.

#fan fiction #linked universe #lu #lu wind #lu warriors #lu sky #lu four #lu time #lu twilight #bad things happen bingo #misaimed blame #blood #injury #nausea

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jtl-fics · 1 year

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omg wow. the new chapter wow WOW. WHERE DO I START OMG. jsjdjdjsjs i absolutely want to reread this chapter again after this bc omg the BUILDUP WAS SO INCREDIBLE WOW SO MUCH HAPPENED THIS CHAPTER I HAVE NO WORDS SERIOISLY OMGGGGG

the talk with ichirou and our boy ff is so funny in sm ways holy shiet and i loVED that it was feom ichirous perspective like ff is one incredibly hot mess but only we (and ff and nicky and gs know that of course) but literally everyone else including head of the mafia (or yakuza?) think he is the most competent incredible and coolest person to ever exist like ajdjhdjsjjs

and omg neil <3 we love to see neil eating and being surrounded by the love and family he deserves <3 and im really loving aaron in this fic like ik he was an asshole in the books but u can also sorta understand it and i love how ur portraying him just like idk how to explain it but yas <3 i feel like hes always so overlooked and forgotten so im really glad that he has his moments here (esp love it when hes bickering w the other monsters so it feels so real i luv it)

grandma smith is a gem as always and i find her and kevins relationship so hilarious and cute

the mix of povs was so cool i loved it, the way it flowed & the suspense!!!! so good omg. esp when it finally jumped to ff at the end LMAO GETTING THE REAL INFO!!!!!!!! damn smithy did so well especially him thinking he was talking to the police!!!! like sm could have gone wrong & his thoughts at the end PLS SO FUNNY!! no smithy ur not racist <3 but omg pls hes so cute i love him so so much

i cant wait for the next chapter thank u so much for writing this ahsjdjsjja

Real tears at this comment! This was such a nice thing to wake up to!!!!!!

I keep thinking that when I get around to properly writing this in not draft form (looking at you earlier chapters) I'm going to write some scenes from other character's POV (Grandma's whole 48 hours with the monsters from her POV and FF's POV as he talks to the nice FBI agent Iruma Matsumoto). Writing from Neil's POV inbetween helped me a lot in keeping this chapter from being too heavy. (Also snuck in a bit of the Neil & FF friendship)

Ichirou's POV and like turning the shit that FF WOULD SAY into stuff that Ichirou could misinterpret took me sooo long it's why the chapter came out so much later than I wanted it to (that and I spent most of my weekend building that link tree for the AUs)

Lol I just said this in a conversation I was having on here but YOU READ THAT ONE POST ABOUT NEIL'S GLOW-UP FROM THE BEGINNING OF HIS FRESHMAN YEAR AND YOU NEVER RECOVER. He's still too skinny!

Aaron is one of my favorite characters who does not get used enough IMO. Like he's fucking funny! Yeah he's kind of an asshole Neil's freshman year but like he's a STUDENT ATHLETE in PRE-MED dealing with THE MAFIA. Also I really love writing the Monsters as just like...normal guys. Like it's not all overwrought conversations sometimes it's "No Kevin, putting vanilla protein powder in chicken stock is not 'Like Chicken and Waffles' it's a CRIME."

I do feel bad about how GS is just constantly like dogging him but in a voice that makes him preen but like to be fair.... vanilla protein powder into her sweet grandson's soup.

FF is always worried about the most important things when faced with a situation. Like 'At least it's a beautiful day I can cloud watch as Captain Neil and Andrew murder me.' , 'I hope there's a bathroom in this torture chamber' , 'Oh gross he didn't wash his hands before he left the bathroom to go murder Captain Neil', and 'Oh no I WAS racist and RUDE. Why the fuck didn't I ask for his name BEFORE I had that conversation. GS raised you better!'

#Fluent Freshman AU #Ask #FF - Pt. 29 #I stayed up late chatting and now I have to double check myself #To make sure I'm putting Captain Neil instead of something else #It was such a fun convo #but oh boy I am a bit sleepy #at least it's just a half day today #in the masterpost

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grilledcheese-aspiration · 7 days

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cant forget the lamp! she made her wish to have a long life.

shes gunna need it if shes going to romance 5 more sims and get to 50,000 simoleons!

since this is the last day of her rotation, imma get the wrap-done!

rank 5 business already!!!

has written 5 novels, omg

adopted an axolotl, smithy

romanced 2 new sims

met goal: fall in love w/ 5 sims

met gole: woohoo w/ 5 sims

made friends with Batz

#the sims 2 #sims 2 #maxis match #gameplay #waverly chronicles #waverly chronicles: grimsbane #a1y2: grimsbane #my s2 #a1y2: grimsbane wrap-up

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skyward-floored · 2 years

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Whumptober day 11 — self done first-aid, makeshift splint

I took the “self-done first aid” prompt super literally. I like to think I’m funny.

Warnings: blood, injury, questionably accurate medical knowledge (I am not a doctor!), and descriptions of a pretty bad broken bone.

Ao3 link

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“Blue, that looks really bad.”

The blue smithy gave his brother a glare.

“It’s fine,” Blue said in a tight voice, ignoring the fact that his leg was bleeding and at entirely the wrong angle. “It’s not that bad. I’m not bleeding all over the place, d-deal with Vio first.”

Green leaned forward and gave Blue’s leg a small poke, and Four’s blue portion screeched, jerking where he lay on the ground.

Red shot the two a glance from where he was holding Vio in his lap, a shaking cloth held tightly to Vio’s side while the other was held to the red smithy’s own bleeding arm, and frowned.

“That doesn’t sound fine at all,” Red said worriedly, and Vio made a weak noise that sounded like he agreed.

“Well it is!” Blue gasped out, trembling a bit. Green sighed and wiped some blood off his forehead, and gave Blue’s arm a squeeze as Vio failed to hold in a groan from Red’s lap.

What a mess.

He was such an idiot.

Four had gone on a short walk before Wild finished dinner, promising the others he wouldn’t go too far. He’d needed to get out of camp, the other heroes just grating on his nerves for some reason, and knew if he’d stayed much longer he’d end up snapping at them.

So he’d been enjoying his walk in the quiet woods, until he’d realized it was too quiet, and been attacked by a sizable group of monsters.

He should have gone for backup. But he’d gone farther from camp than he’d meant to, plus was harboring a large amount of pent-up frustration he needed to get out. So despite being horribly outnumbered, Four stayed to fight alone.

He’d been forced to split at some point due to how impossibly outnumbered he was, and had just barely scraped out a victory, all four parts of him bleeding and exhausted.

They’d collapsed on the ground, and were attempting to patch themselves up with their truly meager supplies on hand so they could make it back to camp.

And refusing to outright admit how bad their injuries were to the others.

“Should we try fusing back together?” Red asked, his face pale. “Maybe Blue’s leg wouldn’t be so bad.”

“Or the injuries would all carry over just as severe and we’d pass out,” Blue said flatly, and Vio huffed out an annoyed sounding breath.

“He’s right... w-we can’t risk it,” the violet smithy said weakly, “but the healing supplies at camp are low, not enough for all four of us. Once we get back we’ll have to merge.” Red looked down at him with a trembling lip, eyes shiny.

“So what do we do?” he asked in a shaky voice, and Green wiped more blood off his face before catching his brothers’ attentions.

“Well... we need to get back to to the others. We can’t stay here for much longer or we’ll have worse problems on our hands,” Green said with a worried look at his steadily bleeding brothers.

Vio breathed in a shaky laugh. “Agreed. Is y-your forehead still bleeding?”

Green swiped his sleeve over his brow and didn’t meet Vio’s eyes. “Not as bad as your side, or Blue’s leg.”

“I said it’s not that bad,” Blue snapped weakly.

Red sniffled. “Blue, I can see bone, it’s definitely bad,” he said in a watery voice, and Blue turned his head away.

Green sighed, wiped more blood off his face, and listed to the side a bit before righting himself with a shake.

“Okay, here’s the plan. If we splint your leg, do you think you can manage the walk back to camp Blue?” he asked, and Blue nodded. “Okay. We’ll do that, and if I support Vio, than Red should be able to give you a hand and we can make it.”

“You’re forgetting... that you two are injured as well,” Vio pointed out, and Red and Green looked at each other.

The cut on Red’s arm was deep, but it wasn’t very big, and though his hand was shaking, it looked like it was more due to exhaustion than anything. He had a couple more miscellaneous cuts and scrapes, as did Green, but his arm was really the worst injury he’d received.

Green on the other hand, apart from the blood dripping sluggishly from the cut on the side of his forehead, had been slammed into a tree by a moblin at one point, and though he was acting as if it wasn’t bothering him, the others were keeping a sharp eye on the occasional stuttering breaths he’d take, and the hand that hadn’t left his ribs.

“We’re in better shape than you two,” Green said firmly, and reached into his bag. “Let’s focus on Blue’s leg right now.”

He pulled out the cane of Pacci, comparing the size of it with Blue’s leg as Vio rolled his eyes at his avoidance of the question. The cane seemed to be of a sufficient length for a temporary splint, and Green got ready to move Blue’s leg, Red gently sliding out from under Vio to help him.

“You’ll need to hold him steady,” Vio instructed quietly, and Red let go of his arm to hold Blue down instead, his eyes squeezed shut. Green handed Blue his belt to bite onto, and set a hand on his mangled leg.

“Okay. This is going to hurt, a lot. I’ll try to do it quick. I’ll count to three, and then—“

“Just do it,” Blue said sharply, reply muffled by the belt. Green nodded, and took a deep breath.

Then with a truly awful noise, he pushed Blue’s leg back into place.

Blue let out a muffled scream, jerking in Red’s hold as the hero clutched at him. Red still had his eyes squeezed shut, and tears dribbled down his cheeks as Blue continued to thrash in his hold, agonized noises coming from his brother.

Green ignored the cries and made sure everything in Blue’s leg was properly aligned again, ignoring the sickening feeling of moving the shattered bones around. He put the cane firmly in place, and wrapped it tightly with some of the precious few bandages they had on hand.

“Done,” he said shakily, after what felt like much too long, and Blue fell limp, gasping as the belt fell out of his mouth.

Red let out a sob and clutched the hand near his, which happened to be Blue’s, and it was a testament to the sheer pain the blue smithy was in that he didn’t try to remove it.

“Well t-that sucked,” Blue rasped, breathing stuttering.

Red tightly squeezed his arm, and Blue squeezed back, Green taking a deep, even breath next to them.

“Time to go,” Vio said, attempting to sit up.

Green frowned as he somehow did manage to raise to a sitting position, breathing heavily, and Red helped Blue to his feet, whispering apologies whenever Blue let out any grunts of pain.

Green pulled Vio up, making sure his arm was securely around the spot where Vio’s side was still bleeding, and with a deep breath, they started off.

Red was talking mindlessly about something to Blue as they trudged through the woods, and for once Blue simply listened, obviously appreciating the distraction. Really though, they all appreciated it. The passing comments on the occasional squirrel that ran by provided something to focus on other than the pain that was only getting worse.

Green suddenly stumbled a bit, and Vio clutched at him.

“Green, hey,” he said urgently, suddenly noting how pale his brother’s face was. “Don’t pass out, w-we’re close.”

“I can make it,” Green said firmly, though his voice wavered.

He breathed in sharply, and Red and Blue looked back at him, eyes wide. Green stumbled again and Vio tightened his weak grip, Blue giving him a worried glare.

“C’mon Green don’t wimp out on us now,” he snapped.

“We’re almost there Green,” Vio said as Green’s arm started to shake. “You can do it, it’s just a cut and some bruised ribs, we’re almost there.”

“I’m supposed to be helping you,” Green croaked, voice taut with pain.

“Well we’re h-helping each other. Now keep... going,” Vio urged, and Green plodded on.

Red had stopped talking, eyes shiny with tears and worry, and Blue was glaring at the ground, teeth gritted. They crossed the stream that was only a little ways away from camp, and Green suddenly went boneless.

Vio let out a surprised noise, but couldn’t support the deadweight of his brother due to his own condition, and they tumbled to the ground, Red gasping.

“Green, Green!” Red yelped, and Vio extracted himself as quickly as he could from under him, shaking his arm. He suddenly noticed a reddish stain on Green’s shoulder, and pulled his tunic down, staring in shock at the deep gash he’d somehow hidden from them.

“He’s been b-bleeding from that this whole time?” Blue gaped, and Vio shakily yanked the tunic back in place, and began to put pressure on it.

“We definitely don’t have enough potions for all of us now!” Red said with a gasp, tears dripping down his face. “V-Vio—“

“I’m thinking,” Vio said through gritted teeth, one hand pressed to his side while the other was pressed to Green’s shoulder.

Red helped Blue sit down while they waited for Vio to say something, and the forest was quiet for several long, tense moments.

Until something rustled in the bushes.

Blue drew his sword, and Red and Vio both put their hands on theirs, but then Twilight bounded out in wolf form, freezing at the sight of Four, split and in varying stages of severe injury.

“Rancher!” Red wailed with relief, and Twilight immediately shifted back, looking at all of them in shock.

“Smithy what happened?” he asked, sliding to his knees next to Green and Vio. He was already privy to the knowledge of Four’s splitting, and all of the conscious parts of him were grateful it was Twilight who’d found them so they didn’t have to explain. “You were just going for a walk!”

“Monsters. L-long story,” Vio said shakily, looking rather pale. “Now t-that you’re here we need to merge. If we get back together n-now we won’t... have to drink four separate potions.” Which we don’t have.

Vio pulled out his sword, and Blue and Red did the same, Red putting a hand on Green’s sword as well.

“What’ll happen when you merge?” Twilight asked quietly, and Blue huffed.

“Dunno. We’ve never been this bad off before when split,” he muttered in a voice the rest of them knew was worried. “Probably pass out.”

“It doesn’t matter, we have to do this,” Red said shakily, and the rest of him nodded, raising their swords as a bright, colorful light washed over them.

The colors faded, and Twilight blinked down at the singular hero before him.

Four lay on the ground in front of Twilight, leg still splinted, shoulder, arm and side all stained with blood. But all his injuries seemed to be less severe than they had been, and he cracked his eyes open with a faint smile.

“W...ell, l-look at that,” Four whispered. “Wasn’t as b-bad as Blue said.”

Then he passed out, and Twilight quickly pulled him into his arms, carrying him back to camp.

#kinda not loving this but it was my first time writing the colors!#hope it’s alright #I was making my head hurt with pronouns last night while writing this much too late #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu four #lu colors #lu Twilight #lu fic #whumptober2022 #day 11 #makeshift splint #self done first-aid #don’t have a good splint on hand? use your magic cane #just don’t accidentally flip yourself over #also haha #I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I’M WRITING FOR TOMORROW #whumptober 2022 #writing from the floor

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[g5/621] homebrewed problems require homebrewed solutions

hi i come bearing more delusions <3

Thank you to this post for the worms! (It's the one abt if u make out w/ the spellcaster they can't cast) I've also only ever played somewhat homebrewed D&D, so it won't be terribly accurate there.

CW: Forced kissing

So Raven’s just arrived in the wonderful city of Balam. It’s industrial, smoke hanging in the skies, smithies around every block, the clang of hammers like a thousand heartbeats. The inn is nice enough. Innkeepers who don’t ask too much, a crowd that kept to themselves and a clean enough room with one ashy window - and he was unpacking when his door swung open.

A man barged in with nary a knock or warning with an opportunistic grin and unsheathed blade.

He flung a magic bolt at them. Small, because he’s not dealing with damages first thing coming to a new place, but it hits them so he doesn’t have to worry about the walls getting singed. He does have to worry about the assailant - probably a rogue of some sort, maybe a bit of a fighter with that build, and damn, Raven ain’t built for this type of melee. He sure as fuck tries though, pulling out a dagger and bringing it up just in time to catch the attack. Raven snapped his fingers, and lightning crackled. Seeing this, the rogue pressed down on Raven’s blade. It couldn't break his focus, but the pressure forces him back.

“It’s your unlucky day.” The rogue sneered, pressing his advantage.

Raven wished he took One-Seven up on her offer to teach him more bladework. Maybe when he gets back from this. For now, he sent electricity arching down his assailant’s blade.

“Tch-!” The rogue retreated a few steps, while Raven took deep breaths. Outfitted in dark teal and red, their hair was something disastrous, just like their face. A vivid scar bisected his nose, stretching from one side to the another. His armor seemed mostly leather, with pieces of metal - Raven could use that - and painted on was…hold up. He knew this emblem.

–

Iguazu noticed the moment Raven’s concentration faltered, and took three easy strides back across the room, blade swiping down. Raven attempted to deflect again - but this time, too hastily, so with the flick of his wrist, Iguazu disarmed him. Raven grabbed his wielding hand.

“You going to -” Raven snapped his fingers on his free hand, and Iguazu felt a stronger shock travel down his blade, forcing him to drop it with a curse. “Piece of–you–!”

Right, so the hands was it? Twisting his grip around, he laced his fingers with Raven’s. Another blink - confusion. Iguazu took the chance to steal their other hand the same way.

“Heh.” Iguazu smirked. Good luck clicking your fingers like this.

Raven clicked his tongue. Electric pain raced down Iguazu’s arms, but Iguazu just held on fighter, pushing Raven backwards til their back hit the wall. Raven tries to kick him - but Iguazu pushes his weight forward, slotting a knee between Raven’s legs.

Iguazu saw it in slow motion. The parting of Raven’s lips. The glint of focus in his eyes. Iguazu had no free hands. No way of stopping another shock of pain. No way except –

“Mmph!?”

Iguazu pressed his lips to Raven’s, slipping his tongue inside. There. Can’t fucking click your tongue now, can you? Raven’s fingers are twitching, no doubt trying to cast, but it’s futile. Pressed this close to them, Iguazu could hear the thud-thud-thudthudthudthud of Raven’s heartbeat.

Behind him, he heard the heavy footsteps of Volta go up the stairs and round the corner.

“Iguazu, where - Iguazu what the fuck?”

And Iguazu can’t turn around, not just yet. He’s not fucking losing this fight. It’s some of the longest seconds of his life before Raven goes pliant. There’s brief jolt, a spark - before his grip loosened, mouth slack, breath warm against Iguazu’s neck as he slumped over. Making sure Raven wouldn’t crumple to the ground, Iguazu turned around, one hand around their quarry’s waist, the other wiping the taste out of his mouth.

Looks like losing bets was good for something after all.

Volta stared at him. “Michigan asked us to fetch him, not whatever that was.”

Iguazu huffed.

“Look, he said ‘don’t take–”

And that’s all he got to say before a fist slammed into his face.

–

“You know - if it was anyone else, you’d be down your tongue and we’d be down a Redgun?”

Nile shook his head, looking down at Iguazu who nursed a bruised cheek. While it was nothing compared to what Michigan could dish out, the punch had landed on a cheekbone and that hurt.

“The only reason you’re not dead is because the hound recognized who you were.” Nile continued, “And hearing this go around'll be punishment enough.”

Iguazu hadn’t wanted to tell Nile – and if it was him, he’d be fucking embarrassed getting taken out with a kiss too. Nile had taken one look at the three of them, though, and ordered Volta into his office after directing their unhappy guest to the infirmary.

Volta was no snitch, but being with the Redguns had softened him up something good. When he came out to get Iguazu, there was a touch of apology in his eyes. No details - he said - but Nile wants them from you.

“He was all ‘Fetch ‘Raven’, don’t let him say no’.” Iguazu complained. That's what Michigan said whenever they got fresh meat, and an ambush was tradition. Maybe he hadn't said that they were getting fresh meat, but he'd had that same manic glint in his eyes. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Knock. Announce yourself. Not make fools out of us, which I thought Michigan beat into you.” Nile didn't let him get a word in as he continued: “Well, you better get into his good graces soon.”

“He’s just a merc, ain’t he?” Iguazu grumbled.

“You know that Dam commission from the city? You and Volta'll be working with him on that.” ‘Well,’ Iguazu thought, ‘This day just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?’

#armored core 6 #g5 iguazu #c4 621 #coral containment sphere #owlscratch #might expand on it more later but here are my paltry braincells...

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16. "The monsters can't get you when I'm here." Dealer's choice :3

Thank you @lilbittymonster ^^ I borrowed Haname and Raer from @azure-dragonsinger for this because I have 0 chill for Muireann's scariest parental figure ^^; This also got...long úps.

Some post-Stormblood spoilers & timelines might be screwy - I flew through the patches and did the restoration while going through Shadowbringers MSQ as a break from the shrimp emotions.

(And just because names change around with PoV shifts: Miss Hanna = Haname, Ryoma = Raer's Doman name, Ralenne = Muireann's birth name)

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Muireann winced as she pulled on her coat - one day she would make it through a sparring match without having to call it short due to injuries. There was an ominous stillness about the Enclave despite the hubbub from the recently finished foodstalls and the constant bickering between the different craftsmen. Even the return of the refugees from Mor Dhona had done little to ease the uncomfortable presence of the Garlean ship that hung in the sky. The alleged friendly gesture sitting more like a threat.

If she had more time she would have donned something a bit more imposing for this meeting but revealing her aetherburn scars and Allagan aether channelling tattoos would have to be intimidating enough. There was a yell down the hall - not too unusual - followed by several pairs of small feet running towards her room. It seemed the advisor to the junior adventurer’s guild needed to advise.

“Miss Muireann!” The sliding door slammed open and the four, usually bright and beaming, faces of the Doman Junior Adventurers’ Guild were looking intently at her as Hakuro glowered after them. “W-we’re here to help!”

“Yes! The airship means…trouble right?”

“Because that’s what adventurers deal with - trouble and monsters.”

Muireann had to hold back a laugh at their earnest yet fearful declarations - an affectionate laugh, but she knew how even those could sting when one was not being taken seriously. Rokka, as ever, was a bit more cautious.

“They are like monsters…are they really not here to fight?”

Muireann knelt down to be on their level and they immediately huddled closer, their faces an almost comical imitation of the pre-battle focus she had often seen on Match and Raer. Though she knew it most intimately from her own childhood.

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“Miss Hanna! Miss Hanna! Something sounds bad.” Ralenne scurried out from her hiding nook in a fallen tree.

“What do you mean by bad?” Haname lowered her axe, gazing intently at the young girl that had inserted herself into their lives. Raer, on the other side of the clearing started to usher the chocobo back towards the cart.

“It sounds hard. Like hitting metal together but there’s no smithy or crafters or anything out this way - only honey and Sylphs and moogles.”

“What direction?”

Ralenne pointed off in the distance, scrunching up her face as the unfamiliar noise clanged just outside of what they could hear. Haname nodded, quickly loading up the cart with the lumber while Raer hitched the chocobo to it.

“Here,” he gently pulled a hat over Ralenne’s head, ruffling her hair as he did, “and there are ear muffs if the sound is too bad.”

“How come you’ve ear muffs if you have horn ears? Are they like socks? Papa has to wear ear socks when he takes ill or he says they will fall off but Mama -” she chattered away as she climbed up and wedged herself between Haname and Raer, the latter chiming in with an answer here and there, making adjustments to the route based on the directions of the sound and whether Ralenne declared that the chocobo ‘felt bad’ about veering off the path at any point.

Haname watched the two, rambling on as easy as two that had known each other all their lives. The light had been slow to return to Ryoma’s eyes after Silvertear. It was good that it was back. Hunting, much as she disliked the dangers of it, had done much for his confidence. And Ralenne had been a welcome breath of fresh air from the begrudging tolerance they had received from most Gridanians at best.

They continued further beyond the Hawthorne Hut, beyond the entry to the Sylphlands and as the path began to open up past a foundation for a new watchtower, Haname could hear the bad sound Ralenne had described. Magitech.

As the canopy receded behind them they were greeted by a crystal blue sky, the fluttering greens of the Shroud’s grasses before them and its canopy framing the thick blunt black wall that cut across the landscape between the Twelveswood and Gyr Abania. It was discomforting that they were so close. That there was little defence other than space. And that behind that wall they were building something.

“Miss Hanna what is that?” Ralenne was nervous, the chatter was gone and Haname was suddenly struck by just how small she was.

“Garleans.” Ryoma’s voice was quiet and Ralenne quickly picked up on his fear.

“The bad people?! Why do they have such horrible booming noises?” Both of them seemed to shrink before her, what booming Ralenne could hear was thankfully beyond what she or Ryoma could hear, but Haname knew the fear it instilled.

“They’re monsters.” Ralenne’s eyes grew wide as Haname spoke with such an authority to her voice it almost drowned out the din coming from beyond the wall. “But they are beyond that wall. They do not dare push forward into Eorzea again. And if they ever did, they won’t get to you. Not while I’m around.”

Ralenne gazed up at Haname, who seemed to have to have grown to be taller than Raer even. She was bigger than the wall and its noises. Bigger than any monster or gribbly that she had ever heard stories about. A real and proper adventurer. Ralenne nodded solemnly, relaxing back into her seat with a confidence in her safety she would not feel again for a long time.

***

It had been many years since she had a more experienced adventurer to look to for guidance - reassurance that she was on the right path or that someone else would bear some burden too great for her shoulders and those of her friends. But it was the faces of these four kids - who, like her, craved adventure but were keenly aware of the fact that at the end of the day they were still too young to face down every danger that came knocking - that made her realise that she was the one who was now looked to for reassurance.

She pulled out a ribbon - green to match their guild berets - and held back her winces of pain as she tied back her hair. Adventurers were brave and strong after all.

Muireann fixed each of them with her best impression of Haname’s steely almost-glare, the comfort of the memory warming and easing her aching muscles, “The monsters can't get you when I'm here.”

#I care Haname So Much #Muireann saw this tiny terrifying woman and adopted her as a maternal figure On Sight #scrunching pre-calamity Hyrstmill gang into a ball and rolling them around in my head forever #also Muireann becoming The Adventurer Baby Adventurers Look Up To gives me heartburn (delighted)#Muireann #Haname #Raer #my writing

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