#next five

Send me a ship and a sentence, I'll write the next five ... or a ficlet like this oops 🫣

cw: blood & injury, nde

“I don’t think they’re going to give us medals this time,” Tommy barely manages, voice wet, breath hitching as blood bubbles at the corner of his mouth. The helicopter went down fast—mechanical failure while he was assisting on a wildfire that had suddenly jumped containment—and he’d taken the worst of it on impact

Chimney lets out a sharp, disbelieving laugh as he drops beside him, hands already moving, quick and practiced. “Jesus, Kinard. You really that desperate to owe me again? You barely paid me back for saving your life last time—and that took, what? twenty years?”

Tommy tries to laugh, but it fractures into a cough, his whole body jerking with it, more blood spilling out. His head tips back against twisted metal, eyes squeezing shut like he’s trying to ride it out.

You can't convince me otherwise.

Teba immediately gets voted 'dad' of the group

Sidon hosts them all at the Zora palace at least once a month

Link brings them all home cooked meals whenever he visits them, especially Riju who loves the Hylian flavors more than the Gerudo ones.

Riju can ride on all their backs

She loves riding on Sidon's back

Sometimes Yunobo will get really scared and bring his shield up which causes Link (or the others but mostly Link) to sit in front of him and assure him everything was alright.

Because the Zora are super vulnerable to electricity and Sidon wants to know what sand feels like, Riju brings some.

Tulin loves Yunobo (because he reminds him of himself)

When Link gets stressed or starts having an attack, Sidon and Teba are the first to try and help

The boys are protective over Riju

It's the same way around though

They all call Tulin "little brother"

Riju opens up a lot about her mom to them, since the guards already know everything and aren't exactly open to talking about it.

Sparring sessions with switched weapons

Link slips up and calls Teba "dad" for real and that's how Teba gets called "dad" by four teenagers

Riju and Link have sand seal races

Yunobo and Riju talk about Gerudo food when he comes and visits

Yunobo brings Goron spices to Sidon, Link and Riju before they go visit Teba. Always.

Once the castle is rebuilt, and BOTW 2 chills, they each have their own rooms

Although they all huddle together in one room and talk

Every night

Everyone now knows how to say some not nice phrases in Gerudo

Sidon and Link dramatically reenact Zora and Hylian love stories

Riju confides in Teba whenever she has trouble first

Link gives platonic kisses to all of them

Long story short

Laundry - Next 5

So I wrote an article on the Next 5 story game (you can read it here). On twitter we decided to do one ourselves as well. This one is based on this picture. 

If you do one yourself and send me a link I’ll add it to this article and give you a shout out on twitter! The goal is to use the given image as a starting point and sketch the next five shots of the story. 

A collection of short pieces inspired by single word prompts from the defunct 365_themes community on Dreamwidth. It came with 500 words and I've kept all but one of them, switching it for another, because antidisestablishmentarianism was just a little too silly for me (and didn't fit very neatly in the table).

Ratings and tags subject to change.

I’m up way too late, but I just finished adding seven more snippets to this. :)

Four more to When Defunct Prompt Lists Attack! (various characters) One more to The Prophet and the Prime (Drift/Rodimus---up that rating goes, woo! robo-smut, ahoy!) And two more to Green Means Go. (Sideswipe & Sunstreaker)

hiii <3 this also is more than 5 oopsie... Send me a ship and a sentence, I'll write the next five

cw: blood & injury

"Let's get married."

Buck's voice is low, shaky in a way Tommy has never heard before.

Tommy frowns, shifting where they're slumped against the cold metal. "What? Evan?"

"What, what?" Buck mumbles, blinking slow, unfocused. "We've been stuck here f-for—um, I don't even know how long. I'm probably hypothermic, and you—" he lifts a trembling hand, brushing it clumsily against Tommy's forehead, his fingers cold and unsteady, "—y-you're bleeding."

Tommy opens his mouth, but Buck keeps going, words slurring together.

"S-so?" he says, breath hitching. "Let's just get married, so when we get to the afterlife—or if we're ghosts... we can find each other easier."

Tommy goes still for just a second, then he smiles and let himself lean into it. "Yeah?" he murmurs, "And who's gonna marry us?"

Buck hums, "Mmm... I don't know. Don't you have a certificate? You have a lot of hobbies. Just figure it out, like you always do."

That pulls a laugh out of Tommy, even if it hurts. "Pretty sure I can't marry us myself—even if I had the power," he says, wincing slightly. "God, Evan, I'm not even sure if you're real or I just hit my head too hard."

Buck just looks at him, eyes getting heavier by the second, then slowly he lifts his hand again.

Tommy takes it.

Their fingers slot together, instinctive, familiar.

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Send me a ship and a sentence, I'll write the next five ... yay finally a short one hehe, ty <3

“That was unexpected, Tommy. I thought you were past this—I thought you stopped doing it.”

Tommy freezes halfway through taking off his boots, already wincing. “Hey—listen, Evan, I was just... tired. Long shift, okay?”

Buck crosses his arms, shaking his head, genuinely disappointed. “No, don’t—don’t do that! We talked about this!”

“I know, I know,” Tommy says quickly, hands up in surrender. “It just—happened.”

Buck exhales, deeply betrayed. “You put the empty milk carton back in the fridge again. You were doing so good for the last couple months.”

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"This is not how I had planned it." Tommy says it into the quiet, his voice rough from holding it in too long, eyes fixed somewhere past Buck's shoulder.

Buck's heart stutters, already bracing, already thinking oh. "Okay," he says carefully, quieter than usual, "Then... how did you plan it?"

Tommy lets out a shaky breath, finally looking at him. "Less blood, ideally," he mutters, gesturing vaguely at Buck's busted lip.

Buck huffs a quiet laugh, something in him relaxing. "Yeah... fair."

Tommy's mouth twitches, hand coming up—hesitant for a second—to cup Buck's jaw. "I had a whole speech planned," he admits, softer now. "Was gonna ask you to get coffee with me."

Buck leans into the touch without thinking, his smile going a little wider. "Yeah? You wanna try again?"