AS THEY SHOULD HAVE ALWAYS BEEN!

AS THEY SHOULD HAVE ALWAYS BEEN!

The moment I literally started this project for:

The babies are here! ❤️💚💙💜

FOUR?!?!?!

"We've done well avoiding friendly fire" like bro???

Ain't this you???

By now Four is just making jokes between himself alone. He thinks that he is the funniest man alive and he is right.

Art credit to Jojo @linkeduniverse!

Red you little gremlin, what did you do!? 🤣🤣🤣

Thank you, this was everything I was hoping for! 💕

Can my prompt be the Colours being brothers? Just typical sibling shenanigans? In whatever way your heart desires! ❤️

A crack-bang rings out making the windows shudder in their frames. Green jolts up, the drowsiness of his near nap quickly fleeing the face of an explosion that close to the house.

Footsteps come pounding down the stares, and Vio practically skids into the front room, Red all put slamming face first into his back.

"What was that?" Vi asks.

"No idea!" Green answers, some of the stress leaving at the sight of the two of them. "Wait... where's Blue?"

Red's eyes go wide. "The forge!"

There's a single beat of stillness as the combination of 'someone in the forge' and 'mystery explosion' adds up in all their minds. The result of that bout of mental arithmetic is... not great. Green can see them all come to the same conclusion in sync and they all rush for the front door, tripping over one another in their haste.

The three of them spill out onto the yard and are nearly to the back door of the workshop when it opens, Blue stumbling out with the smoke.

He coughs, wiping the soot off of his face (or really, just trying to, all he's actually managing is to smear it around).

"Are you okay!?" Red asks, crashing into him in an aggressive hug.

"Fine," he wheezes, already trying to push him off.

If he's up to trying to get Red to stop being affectionate, then he probably really is okay. Green sighs as his heart rate starts returning to something more normal.

Vio frowns, narrowing his eyes at the building itself. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" Blue huffs, finally prying Red off of him and pushing him back even further at the resulting pout. "I was trying to start on the next batch of fucking horseshoes -" They all nod along to the irritation in his voice there. 'Fucking horseshoes,' indeed. "-and when I got the hot ore down on the anvil it just..."

Blue trails off with a confused scowl.

"It... just exploded?" Green asks.

"Yes!"

Vio blinks. "What."

"I don't know!"

Green tries again, "Wait the anvil exploded? Or the ore?"

"Yes?" Blue shakes his head. "No? I don't know, there was just a bang and then smoke!"

"That shouldn't have happened," Vio informs them like they all don't already know.

"No shit," Blue growls. "Well, whatever that was, I guess I should just count myself lucky I didn't get any shrapnel to the damn face."

That is true. That is a very, very good thing. Green turns to ask Red if he has any ideas, when it suddenly dawns on him. Red has been really quiet.

...too quiet.

"What the fuck did you do!?"

Red gulps. "It was only supposed to be a little explosion!"

Blue's face flushes with sudden rage, a tint of red under the soot. "Are you kidding me?"

Red blinks.

"You should run," Vio tells him. "I think he's actually mad at you this time."

Red turns on his heels and sprints off, his first step in perfect sync with Blue's lunge towards him.

Vio snorts a small laugh. "Well. Have fun cleaning that up, Green."

"Wait. Hang on." He frowns at Vio's back as his brother leaves him, heading back to the house now that the excitement has come to an end. "Aren't you going to help me?"

No answer, just a backwards wave over Vio's shoulder. Somewhere out of sight, there is a loud squeal of the laughter that means that Red has been caught.

...he'll go get some rags.

Honey, put your glasses on

You've been washing the dishes with quilava again

Me, trying to contain my excitement for what's to come:

This has been rattling around in my brain nonstop for days, thank you @life-in-winter

WHAT. THE FUCK.

When it happens, it comes out of nowhere.

And so we begin Act Five of Adjuration. Buckle up.