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A collection of Red/Green fics
I told people to make me write them Red/Green fics on tumblr and they gave me prompts and, uh, I wrote stuff. The first one I just wrote for myself, though.
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Mountaineering | G | 213 words | Red, Green
Red travels first. No one mentions this.
(A/N: I wrote this in poetry format first and then removed most of the line breaks to return it to fic form. I wanted to see how the flow of the writing changed if it was presented differently as I worked on it.)
Red travels first. No one mentions this.
Green stays on One Island—far from home but close enough to hide his homesickness from himself. Red doesn’t. He travels two thousand miles to Hoenn. That’s just the start. Then he’s further, in Sinnoh, further, in Unova, further, in Orre. Seeing things no one from Pallet has ever seen. It doesn’t feel like an accomplishment.
He grows tired and powerful. He wants to find a place to rest, a quiet place, somewhere he won’t be found.
He almost finds an answer in Sinnoh. He steps inside Mt. Coronet and he disappears, soft silence coating him like eiderdown, sheltering him from the wind and cold. But there are trainers everywhere, inside and out. It’s not the answer.
Mt. Battle in Orre is windswept. It doesn’t bother him. It bothers everyone else. He files that away in his memory.
He returns home when he’s out of mountains to climb and finds one he’s overlooked. Far from home but close enough to hide his homesickness from himself. He climbs it without a word to anyone, not minding the wind that cuts at his cheeks, nodding when the caves wrap him in silence.
Green finds him three months later. I’ve been waiting, he says. What he means is, Welcome home.
This is stupid | PG | 560 words | Red, Green, Leaf | Homestuck AU
“Are you stalking me?” Green calls out.
He keeps seeing Red everywhere. Or, at least, Green thinks it’s him; it’s mostly color-coded flashes in his peripheral vision. He tries to message Red about it, and doesn’t get a response. Somehow he’s less than surprised.
He slices through another kobold with a frown, hating this game, hating the fact that Leaf roped him into this, hating that he has no idea where either of them are. He’s fighting his way up to the highest point of his world, praying that Red is working on a way for him to get up to his first gate. He sees something at the mountain summit that looks like stairs. He’s sort of wary of them, but it’s not like he has a choice if that’s what Red’s decided on. Red has alchemized a wide collection of items for him, but none of the things he’s asked for and nothing he wants—naginata instead of machine guns, arm guards instead of flak jackets. This isn’t a movie, Green types angrily, You’re going to get me killed, and Red responds by alchemizing him a long padded coat with an Eevee on the back.
Wrong game, Green snaps, but he wears it anyway.
Leaf hasn’t responded in a while, but her last IM said she’d be fine, and she’s smart (and crazy) enough to take care of herself. Besides, Green’s got other problems. He sees a flash of red, again, and his grumpy expression morphs into a scowl.
“Are you stalking me?” Green calls out, and he sees the person pause. Red peeks out from behind a large boulder, the ocean water lapping at his feet. His eyes flick over Green’s outfit—halfway between a Tokyo gangster and a samurai film—and smirks. As he walks over, Green jams his hands into his pockets, frowning. “I thought you were still—what are you even doing here?”
Red just shrugs. “I’m supposed to be.”
“What are you ev—”
Red lunges forward suddenly, tackling him to the floor and knocking the wind out of him. Together they slam into the wet sand, and Green yelps in pain as Red’s weight lands on his ribs—but that can’t drown out the roar of noise as a column of fire shoots up from the place where he was just standing. The heat makes his skin prickle, but in a moment the fire is gone.
“Be careful,” Red murmurs into his hair, sprawled out on top of him.
Green’s cheeks are flushed red from the fiery deathtrap that nearly killed him. That’s definitely what it is. Red rolls off of him, brushing his pants off as Green rises to his knees, one arm wrapped around his aching ribcage, the other still clutching his polearm. “You knew that was going to happen?” Green demands. “How did—”
Red gives him a small smile that makes Green’s question die in his throat, and then vanishes.
Green gets to his feet, gaping at the spot where Red was just standing. A moment later his brain catches up and he nervously shuffles to the side, remembering the fire. His world, it seems, is determined to keep him moving.
He looks up to the mountain peak and sees that the staircase has gotten significantly taller. “All right,” Green says, swinging his naginata over his shoulder, “I’m coming, Red. Just watch me.”
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(A/N: Green was Leaf’s server player and Red was Green’s server player. Red = Time, idk what everybody else is, though this isn't what I actually think they would be! I think Green would be a Mage of Time, Red would be a Page of Life, and Leaf would be a Thief of Space. The reason Red alchemizes all of Green’s stuff is because Green is totally baffled by the alchemeiter, though he’s the first to reach his gate (with a little help from Red) and figures out the…plot? first. Red just figures stuff out as he goes, and Leaf has a slow start but ends up being really awesome eventually. This was fun, even though it's horribly off because I have no idea how homestuck works, I just read it :D)
Celsius | G | 359 words | Red/Green
Prompt: Red has a fever and Green's gotta help~
Green rolls his eyes as he takes Red’s temperature. “You’re up there for three years,” he says, “but you wait until you’re here to get sick. Nice timing.”
He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, and a shaft of light from the slightly-open door slants across his shoulders, leaving Red in shadow. Red’s eyes are hazy, and they drift shut when Green smooths his hair back, palm resting against his warm forehead. The thermometer beeps and Green looks down to read it, nodding when it confirms what he already knew. “38.5,” he says. “Fluids and rest, all right? I’ll go get you some Tylenol.”
He moves to stand, but stops when Red sits up, dropping his head to rest against Green’s shoulder. His arms twine around Green, and his whole body radiates heat. Green blinks, but forces his tone to stay light. “Red,” he says gently, “come on.” Red shakes his head and pulls him tighter, but doesn’t fight when Green untangles himself. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
He returns quickly, urging Red to take the pills and drink as much water as he can. Red lies back, the corners of his mouth pulled into a slight frown as his head flops to the side against the pillow. Green looks at him, thinking, before he turns to the pikachu huddled against his trainer’s side.
“Move over,” he says, going around to the other side of the bed. Pikachu glares at him, but makes room when he lifts the bedsheet. Green slides under the covers with a sigh before he gathers Red’s pliant body up.
Red snuggles against his chest, his hands loosely clutching Green’s shirt. Green tucks Red’s head under his chin and rests a hand on the back of his head, feeling a soft nose brush his fingers as Pikachu nuzzles Red’s nape.
“You’ll be fine,” Green says after a moment, half to Red, half to himself. Red gives a minute nod, already falling asleep.
As Green’s eyes close, he realizes he’s forgotten to turn off the hallway light, but can’t find it in himself to care.
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(A/N: 38.5 C = 101.3 F.)
Housewarming | G | 215 words | Red/Green
Prompt: Red gets Green a christmas present.
Green’s voice is mildly scolding, but he’s smiling as his fingers work to unwrap the wrapping from the small present. “Red, you know you didn’t ha—” he tears through the paper, revealing the present inside, and his smile drops.
“Red,” he repeats. “This is a toothbrush.”
Red nods, perfectly deadpan.
Green lifts it, making sure Red can see it—it’s a nice toothbrush, sure, with a cushioned grip and those bristles that get in-between your teeth, but—“What.”
“I’m going to need one,” Red says, “if I’m living with you.”
Green opens his mouth, ready with further complaints, before Red’s words catch up with him. He stands there for a moment, slack-jawed. Eventually Red reaches out to close his mouth, and he barely avoids biting his tongue.
When his eyes refocus, he sees that Red’s impassive expression has cracked a little, revealing the hint of a smile. Before he can think about it, he reaches out and pulls Red into a tight hug. Red goes stiff with surprise at first, but then he relaxes all over, accepting it.
“Yeah,” Green manages. “Yeah, okay.”
—
“You still owe me a present,” Green grumbles later, as he leads Red to his apartment.
Silently, Red’s fingers slip between his and tangle there.
Take a picture, it’ll last longer | PG | 477 words | Red/Green
Photographic nostalgia.
“We should go to sleep,” Green says. “We can finish this tomorrow.”
Red ignores him, quietly opening another box. The two of them returned from Pallet a week ago, carrying a few boxes filled with things from Red’s old room at his mother’s house. It’s been a week of unpacking and nostalgia, finding old posters and books, t-shirts that neither of them fit into anymore.
This last box is smaller than the others and filled with binders. Red blinks, startled. “I didn’t pack these.”
“Yeah, your mom gave it to me,” Green says. “I was wondering when we’d run into this one.”
He sits down on the hardwood floor beside Red, careful not to disturb the pikachu that’s curled up and sleeping against Red’s back, and reaches inside the box to lift one out. It’s a photo album, and when Green flips it open, the dust makes Red sneeze. It’s filled with pictures from Red’s childhood, carefully labeled in his mother’s soft script. Green isn’t in the pictures at all.
“It’s weird to think that there was a time when I didn’t know you,” Green says.
“It wasn’t very long.”
Green laughs. “Well, yeah, it was like. Five years or something? I moved to Pallet when I was five, so…yeah.” He leans against Red, bumping shoulders. “Still. It’s weird.”
They lapse into silence, flipping through the pages. “Man, you were so small back then,” Green mutters, half to himself. He glances at Red out of the corner of his eye and realizes that he’s blushing, just slightly. Green raises an eyebrow. “What’s up?”
“It’s just…weird,” Red says, reaching out to splay his fingers against one of the cellophane-wrapped pages. From between his fingers peeks out a photo of Red and his mother in front of a Christmas tree. Red’s hair is messily spiked and his smile is shy.
“Come on,” Green says, “Let’s find the ones with me in them.”
Red looks at him. “I thought you wanted to go to bed.”
Green pretends not to hear him, taking the album from Red’s lap and putting it aside before digging inside the box for another one. Red nudges him, and Green laughs a little. “This is an exception,” he says.
“You just want to see your own photos,” Red says.
“Well, yeah, because those are the best ones,” he says. “Don’t you want to see them?”
Red shakes his head. “I can see them tomorrow,” he says, reaching for Green’s hand. When Green turns to look at him, Red smirks. “I’ve got the real thing right here,” he whispers, before he leans in for a lingering kiss.
When they finally part, Green murmurs, “Let’s go to bed.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Red replies.
--
Mountaineering | G | 213 words | Red, Green
Red travels first. No one mentions this.
(A/N: I wrote this in poetry format first and then removed most of the line breaks to return it to fic form. I wanted to see how the flow of the writing changed if it was presented differently as I worked on it.)
Red travels first. No one mentions this.
Green stays on One Island—far from home but close enough to hide his homesickness from himself. Red doesn’t. He travels two thousand miles to Hoenn. That’s just the start. Then he’s further, in Sinnoh, further, in Unova, further, in Orre. Seeing things no one from Pallet has ever seen. It doesn’t feel like an accomplishment.
He grows tired and powerful. He wants to find a place to rest, a quiet place, somewhere he won’t be found.
He almost finds an answer in Sinnoh. He steps inside Mt. Coronet and he disappears, soft silence coating him like eiderdown, sheltering him from the wind and cold. But there are trainers everywhere, inside and out. It’s not the answer.
Mt. Battle in Orre is windswept. It doesn’t bother him. It bothers everyone else. He files that away in his memory.
He returns home when he’s out of mountains to climb and finds one he’s overlooked. Far from home but close enough to hide his homesickness from himself. He climbs it without a word to anyone, not minding the wind that cuts at his cheeks, nodding when the caves wrap him in silence.
Green finds him three months later. I’ve been waiting, he says. What he means is, Welcome home.
This is stupid | PG | 560 words | Red, Green, Leaf | Homestuck AU
“Are you stalking me?” Green calls out.
He keeps seeing Red everywhere. Or, at least, Green thinks it’s him; it’s mostly color-coded flashes in his peripheral vision. He tries to message Red about it, and doesn’t get a response. Somehow he’s less than surprised.
He slices through another kobold with a frown, hating this game, hating the fact that Leaf roped him into this, hating that he has no idea where either of them are. He’s fighting his way up to the highest point of his world, praying that Red is working on a way for him to get up to his first gate. He sees something at the mountain summit that looks like stairs. He’s sort of wary of them, but it’s not like he has a choice if that’s what Red’s decided on. Red has alchemized a wide collection of items for him, but none of the things he’s asked for and nothing he wants—naginata instead of machine guns, arm guards instead of flak jackets. This isn’t a movie, Green types angrily, You’re going to get me killed, and Red responds by alchemizing him a long padded coat with an Eevee on the back.
Wrong game, Green snaps, but he wears it anyway.
Leaf hasn’t responded in a while, but her last IM said she’d be fine, and she’s smart (and crazy) enough to take care of herself. Besides, Green’s got other problems. He sees a flash of red, again, and his grumpy expression morphs into a scowl.
“Are you stalking me?” Green calls out, and he sees the person pause. Red peeks out from behind a large boulder, the ocean water lapping at his feet. His eyes flick over Green’s outfit—halfway between a Tokyo gangster and a samurai film—and smirks. As he walks over, Green jams his hands into his pockets, frowning. “I thought you were still—what are you even doing here?”
Red just shrugs. “I’m supposed to be.”
“What are you ev—”
Red lunges forward suddenly, tackling him to the floor and knocking the wind out of him. Together they slam into the wet sand, and Green yelps in pain as Red’s weight lands on his ribs—but that can’t drown out the roar of noise as a column of fire shoots up from the place where he was just standing. The heat makes his skin prickle, but in a moment the fire is gone.
“Be careful,” Red murmurs into his hair, sprawled out on top of him.
Green’s cheeks are flushed red from the fiery deathtrap that nearly killed him. That’s definitely what it is. Red rolls off of him, brushing his pants off as Green rises to his knees, one arm wrapped around his aching ribcage, the other still clutching his polearm. “You knew that was going to happen?” Green demands. “How did—”
Red gives him a small smile that makes Green’s question die in his throat, and then vanishes.
Green gets to his feet, gaping at the spot where Red was just standing. A moment later his brain catches up and he nervously shuffles to the side, remembering the fire. His world, it seems, is determined to keep him moving.
He looks up to the mountain peak and sees that the staircase has gotten significantly taller. “All right,” Green says, swinging his naginata over his shoulder, “I’m coming, Red. Just watch me.”
—
(A/N: Green was Leaf’s server player and Red was Green’s server player. Red = Time, idk what everybody else is, though this isn't what I actually think they would be! I think Green would be a Mage of Time, Red would be a Page of Life, and Leaf would be a Thief of Space. The reason Red alchemizes all of Green’s stuff is because Green is totally baffled by the alchemeiter, though he’s the first to reach his gate (with a little help from Red) and figures out the…plot? first. Red just figures stuff out as he goes, and Leaf has a slow start but ends up being really awesome eventually. This was fun, even though it's horribly off because I have no idea how homestuck works, I just read it :D)
Celsius | G | 359 words | Red/Green
Prompt: Red has a fever and Green's gotta help~
Green rolls his eyes as he takes Red’s temperature. “You’re up there for three years,” he says, “but you wait until you’re here to get sick. Nice timing.”
He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, and a shaft of light from the slightly-open door slants across his shoulders, leaving Red in shadow. Red’s eyes are hazy, and they drift shut when Green smooths his hair back, palm resting against his warm forehead. The thermometer beeps and Green looks down to read it, nodding when it confirms what he already knew. “38.5,” he says. “Fluids and rest, all right? I’ll go get you some Tylenol.”
He moves to stand, but stops when Red sits up, dropping his head to rest against Green’s shoulder. His arms twine around Green, and his whole body radiates heat. Green blinks, but forces his tone to stay light. “Red,” he says gently, “come on.” Red shakes his head and pulls him tighter, but doesn’t fight when Green untangles himself. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
He returns quickly, urging Red to take the pills and drink as much water as he can. Red lies back, the corners of his mouth pulled into a slight frown as his head flops to the side against the pillow. Green looks at him, thinking, before he turns to the pikachu huddled against his trainer’s side.
“Move over,” he says, going around to the other side of the bed. Pikachu glares at him, but makes room when he lifts the bedsheet. Green slides under the covers with a sigh before he gathers Red’s pliant body up.
Red snuggles against his chest, his hands loosely clutching Green’s shirt. Green tucks Red’s head under his chin and rests a hand on the back of his head, feeling a soft nose brush his fingers as Pikachu nuzzles Red’s nape.
“You’ll be fine,” Green says after a moment, half to Red, half to himself. Red gives a minute nod, already falling asleep.
As Green’s eyes close, he realizes he’s forgotten to turn off the hallway light, but can’t find it in himself to care.
--
(A/N: 38.5 C = 101.3 F.)
Housewarming | G | 215 words | Red/Green
Prompt: Red gets Green a christmas present.
Green’s voice is mildly scolding, but he’s smiling as his fingers work to unwrap the wrapping from the small present. “Red, you know you didn’t ha—” he tears through the paper, revealing the present inside, and his smile drops.
“Red,” he repeats. “This is a toothbrush.”
Red nods, perfectly deadpan.
Green lifts it, making sure Red can see it—it’s a nice toothbrush, sure, with a cushioned grip and those bristles that get in-between your teeth, but—“What.”
“I’m going to need one,” Red says, “if I’m living with you.”
Green opens his mouth, ready with further complaints, before Red’s words catch up with him. He stands there for a moment, slack-jawed. Eventually Red reaches out to close his mouth, and he barely avoids biting his tongue.
When his eyes refocus, he sees that Red’s impassive expression has cracked a little, revealing the hint of a smile. Before he can think about it, he reaches out and pulls Red into a tight hug. Red goes stiff with surprise at first, but then he relaxes all over, accepting it.
“Yeah,” Green manages. “Yeah, okay.”
—
“You still owe me a present,” Green grumbles later, as he leads Red to his apartment.
Silently, Red’s fingers slip between his and tangle there.
Take a picture, it’ll last longer | PG | 477 words | Red/Green
Photographic nostalgia.
“We should go to sleep,” Green says. “We can finish this tomorrow.”
Red ignores him, quietly opening another box. The two of them returned from Pallet a week ago, carrying a few boxes filled with things from Red’s old room at his mother’s house. It’s been a week of unpacking and nostalgia, finding old posters and books, t-shirts that neither of them fit into anymore.
This last box is smaller than the others and filled with binders. Red blinks, startled. “I didn’t pack these.”
“Yeah, your mom gave it to me,” Green says. “I was wondering when we’d run into this one.”
He sits down on the hardwood floor beside Red, careful not to disturb the pikachu that’s curled up and sleeping against Red’s back, and reaches inside the box to lift one out. It’s a photo album, and when Green flips it open, the dust makes Red sneeze. It’s filled with pictures from Red’s childhood, carefully labeled in his mother’s soft script. Green isn’t in the pictures at all.
“It’s weird to think that there was a time when I didn’t know you,” Green says.
“It wasn’t very long.”
Green laughs. “Well, yeah, it was like. Five years or something? I moved to Pallet when I was five, so…yeah.” He leans against Red, bumping shoulders. “Still. It’s weird.”
They lapse into silence, flipping through the pages. “Man, you were so small back then,” Green mutters, half to himself. He glances at Red out of the corner of his eye and realizes that he’s blushing, just slightly. Green raises an eyebrow. “What’s up?”
“It’s just…weird,” Red says, reaching out to splay his fingers against one of the cellophane-wrapped pages. From between his fingers peeks out a photo of Red and his mother in front of a Christmas tree. Red’s hair is messily spiked and his smile is shy.
“Come on,” Green says, “Let’s find the ones with me in them.”
Red looks at him. “I thought you wanted to go to bed.”
Green pretends not to hear him, taking the album from Red’s lap and putting it aside before digging inside the box for another one. Red nudges him, and Green laughs a little. “This is an exception,” he says.
“You just want to see your own photos,” Red says.
“Well, yeah, because those are the best ones,” he says. “Don’t you want to see them?”
Red shakes his head. “I can see them tomorrow,” he says, reaching for Green’s hand. When Green turns to look at him, Red smirks. “I’ve got the real thing right here,” he whispers, before he leans in for a lingering kiss.
When they finally part, Green murmurs, “Let’s go to bed.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Red replies.