#the lyras kind of.. sniffles and sobs and throws up

[lyrazehedgieboiii]

Unpredictable

Just a oneshot that I made because I really don’t know what to write. Basically, this takes place in Pinky AU. Except, it’s a little AU-ish off of that universe.

(SONIC’S POV)

Amy’s been acting weird these past few weeks. I mean, she isn’t laughing at my jokes, and now I’m starting to get a little concerned. She never acts all serious. She’s acting all distant from me! I tried hugging her in bed, but she flinched and ran to the bathroom. She wouldn’t come out all night! She started wearing black hoodies and sweatpants. I tried to ask her what’s wrong, but she always slips out of my grasp. 

Today we’re going out with our friends. We try to find time every week to just chill with our friends. Knuckles and Rouge are married, Tails and Cream are engaged. Amy and I are also married, but right now, she isn’t talking to me. As soon as the girls came, they wanted to gossip, and Amy grudgingly followed them. I told the boys what was happening.

     “Hey guys, Amy’s acting all weird. She keeps flinching and twitching when I try to touch her.” Knuckles looked up. 

      “I watch shows like these! It means she’s hiding something!” I sat up, listening intently to what the dumb echidna had to say, while I sipped on some coke. “I’d say she’s cheating on you!” I spat out my drink all over Knuckle’s face.

     “But, Amy’s loyal! She’d never cheat on Sonic. She loves him, and knows that anyone who tries anything with her would die! There’s no way that she’s in an affair!” Tails yelled at Knuckles for his dumb theory. There’s absolutely no way that she could cheat on me, right? 

I looked over to see that she was gently nodding at the girls, before tightening her hood. Have I mentioned that she’s wearing my sweatshirt? It doesn’t fit her properly because of that small frame of her’s. She sure is my wife. She is hiding something, but she couldn’t be cheating on me. She’s never on her phone, and she’s always at home. We usually dance a lot, but ever since we had some...’fun,’ she’s made sure that she was as far away from me as possible. I thought that right now was the best time to confront her, because she looked a little more open than usual.

I walked over to where Amy and the girls were sitting and took Amy by the the arm, gently, and she looked up at me, her jade eyes confused and a bit spooked about me coming out of nowhere.

     “Ames, can we talk?” I asked. Her eyes widened, Rouge made a ‘wait-a-minute’ look, and Cream was throwing imaginary daggers at me. I pulled Amy to the staircase of the house, and sat her down. I sat down next to her, and took her hands in mine.

     “What do you need, Sonic?” Amy said, almost emotionlessly. It kinda hurt that she said it like that. I took a deep breath in, and hoped that what I was going to ask her wasn’t true.

     “A-Are you cheating on...me?” Amy’s eyes look horrified as she backed up against the railings.

     “What the fuck, Sonic?! Are you questioning my loyalty to you?!” She scoffed at his disgusting assumptions. She rolled her sleeve up to show her hand. A bright gold ring was shining on her fourth finger. “I wear my wedding ring with pride, Sonic the Hedgehog. What makes you think I’m cheating on you?!” She stood up and went to their room, and slammed the door loudly. A few moments later, a disapproving Rouge and Cream entered the picture.

     “Did you actually think she was cheating on you? You are so disgusting, Sonic.” Rouge spat out. She went up the stairs, Cream following. Sonic dragged himself back to where Knuckles and Tails were.

     “What happened?” Knuckles asked, his mouth full of french fries. Sonic sighed.

     “I asked her if she was cheating with me and she got upset. She asked if I was ‘questioning her loyalty.’ Then your women were eavesdropping on us, and now they’re currently comforting her.” Tails turned to Knuckles to smack him in the head.

    “OW! What the fuck was that for?!” Knuckles yelled, rubbing at the place where Tails hit him.

    “That was for telling Sonic to ask the dumbest question ever to Amy!” He snapped. They then looked at Sonic. He was banging his head against the coffee table. 

     “Sonic, just apologize.” A female voice said. The person emerged from the kitchen. It was Lyra, Sonic’s little sister. (MY STORY, I can decide whether I want my OC)

     “BUT SHE WON’T FORGIVE MEEEE.” Sonic whined.

      “To be honest, I just thought that she married you because you’re rich, and you’re the only person that loves her romantically.” Knuckles said bluntly. That blunt dialogue of his might get him killed one day. Sonic glared at the red echidna. He just had to open his big mouth.

       “LISTEN HERE, KNUCKLES, SHE’S THE SWEETEST YET FIERCEST WOMAN I KNOW. SHE IS EVERYTHING, BUT A GOLD DIGGER!” Sonic shouted. Knuckles however, seemed unfazed. “She never asks for anything. All she asked for was to be loved...” He stood up, determined to make her happy and feel loved again. “And that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

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       “HE THOUGHT I WAS CHEATING ON HIM! IS HE REALLY OBLIVIOUS TO ALL THE CLUES I’VE BEEN DROPPING?!” Amy cried as her friends tried to console her. She’s been crying for five minutes.

      “Amy, it’s not healthy to stress. You know what could happen if you don’t.” Cream warned her. Amy nodded, and proceeded to take deep breaths. A gentle knock was heard at the door. Before anyone could say anything, Sonic barged in. 

     “You could’ve at least waited for someone to reply to the door.” Sonic just shook his head.

     “My house. I can enter any room I want.” Amy scowled at what he had said. 

     “It’s also rude to interrupt your wife’s conversations, Sonic.” She snarled at him. He just smiled. He then motioned for the other two to get out. They obeyed submitingly, their eyes telling Amy to not accept his apology without a fight. Amy was internally happy that he was going to apologize. She kind of regretted not telling him the truth. She knew better than anyone that he loved kids. A lot.

      “Ames.” He said, as he slowly walked to the bed. She turned away, avoiding his gaze. He slightly felt hurt for it, but then remembered that it was his fault. He sat on the bed, carefully turning Amy’s small frame in his direction. “There’s something you’re hiding from me. What is it? You know that your problems are also mine, so if you have anything on your mind...” Amy tried to keep in a sob, but felt too emotional, which she never was. She was cheery, but also an expert at hiding her emotions. 

She sobbed in her husband’s chest, letting all the tears that she’d been hiding from him go out. Sonic comforted her, keeping her tight against his chest, but not too tight. She slowly leaned back and sniffled. Her glossy pink lips quivered.

    “I-I’m...pregnant...” Sonic leaned back, shock filling his face. Amy examined it, trying to find hints of what he felt other than surprise. Unfortunetely for her, she couldn’t read her lover’s face.

   “This...is...THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!~” He grabbed Amy and spun her around, before kissing her on the lips. He pulled up her sweatshirt, and gently stroked her stomach. “Hey there little guy, or girl. I’m your dad. I promise you that I’m going to be the best daddy ever! I’m going to make sure that you’re always happy. Now, your mommy here, she doesn’t need to try, because she’s already the best mommy ever because she’s carrying you three.” Sonic’s nuzzled his cheek into her stomach.

     “You would make a good dad...Sonic.” Amy said, before she was caught in another passionate kiss. She pulled away. “Besides, with my symptoms, I’m pretty sure that there’s more than one baby.” She walked away, leaving a flabbergasted Sonic standing there, processing everything she just said.

[magicianapprenticelyra]

Reservations

Timeline: Apprentice; seven years ago [three years before the Red Plague]

It was one of the nights where Asra successfully sneaks through her window. Lyra’s prepared for him for once, to say the least. The last few attempts scared the ever living daylights out of her.

Even if her uncle, his partners and Neha were out at some party in South End, leaving Lyra alone in the house, Asra did let them know he was going to be with Lyra that night.

Having Lyra’s uncle Bảo running up enough times with a wok pan, ready to swing a lethal blow in the past made Asra make sure Lyra was expecting him this time.

And there she was, with a small picnic set up on the floor of her room.

“Happy New Year!” Lyra whispers softly, giggling.

“We still have half an hour,” Asra murmurs, closing the window behind him. He removes his hood, his white curls poofing up and out.

“You washed your hair before you got here?” Lyra inquires, handing him a towel that was on the foot of her bed.

He thanks her, quickly patting his locks before setting himself down on the picnic blanket. From the folds of his scarf, out pops Faust.

Friend! she greets the ink manipulator.

“Hello Faust,” Lyra laughs, dipping her head in greeting too. She scoots forward a bit, looking at her shiny scales.

“She shed the other day?”

“Yup,” Asra replies, rooting around the platter of foodstuffs she laid out.

There are a bunch of tiny sandwiches, apple pastries—it was James’s handiwork, Asra could tell—, pumpkin bread from the baker, and a giant jug of Asra’s favorite tea.

He spent a moment to inhale the scent, exhaling in satisfaction.

“Did I make it right?” Lyra murmurs.

“You made it?” There’s a mischievous smile on his face.

“Just because I messed up the last time doesn’t mean I cannot learn!” Lyra retorts.

Asra laughs, earning a playful shove from his friend. He sets Faust down on the ground, allowing her free reign to travel about Lyra’s room as he and Lyra ate together.

They catch up, as if they hadn’t seen each other yesterday. Apparently, Asra actually pulled one last prank of the year, on Count Lucio.

He proudly regales with “I tripped him up with rope!”

“What?! No, you didn’t-”

“I did!” Asra laughs. “I anchored some rope to the other end of the street and just tripped him!”

“Did you trip anyone else?” Lyra asks, astonished.

Asra’s grin is wide. “Nope! He clears the road basically, like the stinker he is.”

“Asraaaa-”

“What?” he retorts, “you know I don’t like him!”

“I mean, I know, but-”

“But what?”

“The fact you managed without getting caught!”

Asra shrugs, munching on another piece of the pumpkin bread.

“Mine meh nah spfell,” he says, mouth full.

“Pardon?” Lyra asks, picking up an apple tart.

Asra coughs, grabbing a cup of tea to wash down the pumpkin bread.

“It’s-it’s a ‘Mind Me Not‘ spell,” Asra explains. “Basically, it makes me invisible for a bit to everyone else.”

“Is it easy to do?”

“Easy enough.”

“Huh.”

“Why? You want to learn how?”

“...no,” Lyra murmurs, her tone wistful. “Would’ve been useful... about four years ago.”

Asra grimaces. He didn’t know much about what Lyra went through before she came to Vesuvia, but he knew enough from her uncle’s rants to James and Walterine about it.

There were times when he wanted to ask her about her parents, but then he realized that she might return the question to him.

He never bothered with asking her about them.

Still...

“You were on the road how long?”

“Uh,” Lyra bites into her apple tart, contemplating. “It took me longer than it should have; I can tell you that much.”

“How long should it have taken?”

“A few months to half a year. I think I did double that.”

“Hmm...”

“Didn’t help my cousins were useless in helping me,” she laughs, hollow.

Asra frowns. “I hear your uncle threatening things whenever they’re brought up.”

“For their sakes I hope he never gets the chance.”

“Really?” Asra blinks, pausing to drink another sip of tea. “You’re too nice, Lyra.”

“I’ve seen enough violence,” she murmurs darkly.

“Can... can we move on?”

Asra nods, quietly apologizing.

Faust slithers her way up into Lyra’s lap, curling into a loosely wound coil. Her tongue flickers in and out, sniffing the apple tart in the young girl’s hand.

Munch?

“Not for you, Faust,” Lyra laughs, petting the little morph’s head as she put the rest of the pastry into her mouth. “Nah fer yew.”

Asra laughs, wispy and soft as he nudges a candied apple to her.

A rousing cheer erupts from outside the building.

“Oh!” Lyra gasps.

“C’mon, c’mon c’mon!” Asra leaps to his feet, picking Faust up from Lyra’s lap and looping her over his shoulders. Lyra moves the platter atop her desk and rushes after Asra, racing up to get to the rooftop with him.

Bảo’s flat rooftop was about fifteen paces in all four directions. Being at the edge of the Temple District, it was one of the better views in all of Vesuvia to see the fireworks show.

Well, even if it wasn’t the case, the company he’s with helps with the view.

As much as Asra detested the Count, he could agree with others that Lucio knew how to throw a celebration.

The two teenagers pull a bench two feet behind the raised ledge of the roof, quickly sitting themselves down on it as the crowds below started to count down.

Ten!

“Any New Year resolutions?” Lyra muses, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her eyes aimed to the sky above the palace.

Seven!

“Hmm,” Asra chuckles, looking over to her.

Five!

“I think I’m gonna introduce you to the friend of mine I keep alluding to.”

“Oh?”

Three!

“Mhm.”

Two!

“I think it’s about time for the two of you to meet.”

One!

Before Lyra can reply, a shower of sparks fly from around the palace. Fireworks whistle in the distance, soon booming in explosions of colors above the skies of Vesuvia.

Both of their heads whip upward, their focus now on the show ahead.

Reds, blues, greens, yellows and amalgamations of them erupt in showers of sparks before trickling back down from the heavens. At times, Faust would declare the shapes she sees before the colors disappear.

“Peacock!” Lyra declares.

“Snake!” Asra adds, grinning widely.

Me?

“Yes, you,” Asra confirms, nuzzling his dear familiar.

A small laugh escapes Lyra as she watches the two of them. The sight endears them so much to her...

“Wanna join?” Asra teases, canting his head to the side.

“How do you mean?” Lyra blinks, readjusting her glasses on her face.

Nuzzles! Faust declares.

Lyra was thankful for the moon’s light for not being too strong tonight. “Um, uh-” she stammers, unsure how to handle this.

Walterine has assured her uncle Bảo that Asra wouldn’t take advantage of her. That’s something Lyra truly, deeply believed. The young magician is well known for being mischievous, but as far as Lyra has experienced, he never forced her or anyone into anything they were uncomfortable with.

“What... kinda nuzzles?” Lyra mumbles.

“Nose to nose, or foreheads touching,” Asra explains. “I promise I’m going to behave,” he adds in reassurance.

Lyra lets out a laugh. “Hmm. I think I’ll have to say I’m only okay with snuggling against you.”

Asra chokes, getting laughs from Faust and Lyra.

“Are you okay with-”

“Yeah!” Asra replies, his voice cracking.

With that, Lyra scoots closer to him, laying her head against his shoulder. Asra is visibly flustered, but he keeps his cool... for the most part.

They watch the fireworks, from both the palace and street below, for the rest of the night.

⁂

Early the next morning...

“IT’S NOT FAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR!” Neha’s voice echoes from below.

Above, Lyra winces as Neha continues her tirade, her voice in a losing match against her parents.

Apparently, Asra already sought permission from her uncle to take her into the forest to meet the friend he mentioned the other night.

Neha isn’t having it in the least. Her arguments of Asra ‘stealing’ Lyra away so much was an offense of the highest kind.

Lyra’s already packed for the journey into the forest. Settled on her bed is a sack full of snacks, a cloak to keep her warm —James told her the forest was significantly cooler than within Vesuvia’s centralized heat—, a small length of stretchy fabric to help keep her glasses on her face, and at the foot of her bed, a new pair of boots.

It was a late winter holiday gift from James. His reasoning behind it was that he noticed Lyra’s old shoes would not last much longer, seeing how she’d worn holes into the soles. That pair is currently being repaired by one of James’s friends, which should be returned by the end of the week.

“Leave early, but return before nightfall,” James warned her.

She promised him she would.

As Lyra laces up her boots, shouldering the sack of snacks, she can hear Neha starting to cry now. Her heart twists in her chest at the sound. She hastens the final knot and clamors down the stairs to the ground floor of her uncle’s home.

Neha is settled in her mother’s arms, sniffling as Walterine gently rocks her back and forth.

“‘S not fair, not fair...” Neha sobs, curling against her mother’s chest. Walterine gives Lyra a sympathetic expression as the other approaches.

“Hey, hey hey...” Lyra murmurs, getting Neha’s attention.

Not surprisingly, Neha bodily turns away from Lyra, sniffling.

“Don’t you gotta go?” Neha coughs, curling into her mother’s front.

“Neha...” Lyra exhales. “Can we talk? Please?”

“Why do you gotta keep going places with him?” Neha sits up, Walterine moving herself and her watching fiancés out of the way so that the two of them could talk.

Lyra listens to Neha vent: she’s tired of Asra always taking her off to places that she can’t join because her parents don’t think it’s safe for her to go with the two of them.

“It’s not fair!” Neha thumps her balled up fists atop of her thighs, tears streaming anew. “I-I wanted to hang out with you last night, but you-you-you were here hanging out with him-!”

She bursts into tears yet again. This moves Lyra to pull the young girl into her arms, hugging her. Neha returns the hug, pressing her face into her shirt.

“I’ll spend more time with you-”

“Just you and me?” Neha sniffs, coughing.

Lyra nods. “Yeah, just you and me.”

“You swear?”

“I swear-”

“You s w e a r?” Neha looks up at her accusingly, squinting at her.

The expression comes off as more comical than intimidating, but Lyra manages to reign in a laugh.

“Yes, yes yes, I promise,” she murmurs, gently smoothing her hand over Neha’s hair.

They make it official with a pink swear.

“Sorry about your shirt,” Neha grimaces at the state of it once she’s finally calmed down.

“Ah, it’s just a shirt; I have more,” Lyra says. She wets a small cloth from a nearby basin to wipe off a majority of the snot and tears from her shirt.

It’s strange to say that, Lyra muses as she wrings out the wash cloth. When was the last time I could say I had more shirts?

Not long after she cleans up, Asra arrives with his own travel sack for the venture.

Neha takes every opportunity to stick her tongue out at him, earning light chastisements from her mother and James. Bảo was amused by all of it, quietly laughing.

James inspected their sacks, making sure they had the necessities. He raises his eyebrow at some of the contents of Asra’s pack—some magical components, which Walterine confirmed to be for protection spells—but ultimately...

“All right,” James nods in approval. He looks to Bảo, cuing him to say something before Lyra left with Asra.

“Don’t run if you see anything big; walk back away from it slowly. Hiểu không?” he says, eyebrows furrowed.

“Dạ, cậu Bảo,“ Lyra nods. She steps over to her uncle, dipping a bit to hug him. “I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, Walterine, Neha, James and Bảo see them out. The two teenagers turn around to wave at them farewell, their gesture returned warmly by the others.

Once out of earshot, Asra asks, “Is she mad at me?”

“Nah,” Lyra shakes her head. “She’s upset I’m not spending much time with her lately. I’d give it about a month before she fully forgives me though.”

“That’s harsh,” Asra chuckles.

“It’s nothing too bad,” Lyra reassures. She raises her head up, looking at the dark forest ahead of them.

“Why does your friend live in there?” she murmurs, pausing where the cobblestones of the Temple District meet the soil of the forest.

“Reasons,” Asra says, wrapping the scarf around himself just a little more. Flashes of lavender and violet scales peek out from the folds.

Lyra can hear Faust softly breathing in there.

“Cozy, huh?” she laughs quietly.

Asra nods, a laugh coming through his nose.

“You ready?” he asks, giving her one last chance to back out.

Lyra looks up to the trees before them, swallowing.

She made it this far...

Lyra pulls her cloak tighter over herself, nodding.

“Let’s go...”

She reaches for his hand, and he grasps her in turn. With each step they take, the Temple District disappears behind them, covered my foliage.

PART II: TBA [LINK]