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Haru Okumura

Genre: fluff Warning: harus fiance, that scene with him A/n: i was so lost trying to write the beginning and it has weeks of writing gaps in between. i hope its not too obvious. also, i hate the app cause why does it always publishes my drafts whenever i save them?

It was a night in Shibuya, the glowing neon lights and the people wandering made the place feel alive. You were strolling around as usual, going through the narrow street to get to the train station faster; late nights were never safe for someone so young and alone, but you knew your rules. Your eyes and ears were wide open, paying attention to every single detail around you; the little sounds of the trash moving because of the mice, the far-away talking from the livelier streets, the sound of a girl arguing with me guy.

Wait what?

You turn to look into one of the alleyways you ignored while walking fast. You found yourself with the sight of a familiar girl your age with an older guy, they were having a heated conversation; it seemed like the girl was uncomfortable with the man holding her wrist.

It took you a bit to process, but the moment you saw her face and the purple custom shirt that didn't correspond to the school uniform, you recognized her immediately. Haru, that lonely girl who was always attending the school flowers. There were many days you'd stare at her through the window, watching her water slowly and carefully each plant with so much care. She mesmerized you from afar, always alone, always with that sad expression; she looked like a muse from the past century, with her gentle features that fit perfectly with her quiet attitude.

Yet now she was struggling with some guy who clearly wasn't your age, not even near school age. You hid in the corner, trying to find out what exactly was going on, maybe your interference was going to make things worse.

"You made me look everywhere for you! What were you doing somewhere without any reception?! Out late with guys. That's it, isn't it?" the older guy was holding your classmate by the wrist with strength, pulling her closer as he hovered over her with his height difference.

"I would never do such a thing…!" Even though she flinched, a part of her still tried to stand her ground, not backing up entirely.

"C'mon, let me have some fun too, will ya?" You stared at the situation at hand, she was evidently uncomfortable with him. Adding what he said, he was probably possessive of her too. It surprised you she was even dating someone, she didn't seem the type to be involved with someone like him, and you honestly thought she was a loner. Somehow, the redhead saw you from the corner of his eyes. "What are you looking at, huh?!"

"What are you doing…?" you slowly came out from hiding, and the short-haired girl looked at you with surprise and recognition. Why did you ask that? That's such a lame thing to say and so useless, it was obvious what was happening. You wanted to slam your head against the wall. Maybe part of you hoped that he'd fake and leave her alone until you were gone, which you were not planning to do. Sadly, things didn't go the way you were hoping. The man scoffed and walked towards you, with obvious intent to intimate you.

Out of impulsion, you suddenly grab Haru´s hand and drag her out of the alleyway with speed. You heard from afar a shouting from the male, whereas your instincts shouted you to keep running. Despite struggling, her heels giving her trouble to keep up with you, you two managed to lose track of him in the sea of people that polluted Shibuya, sneaking between the bodies and with only the grip of your hands holding you together. You could feel her sweat coming in contact with yours, the feeling of her slipping away only brought you the need to hold her even tighter.

You took a second of your attention to turn around and see her face, how her curly hair flew backward from the wind, or the adrenaline that made her face bright because of the act of rebellion. It was the first you saw her so alive, she had stopped being that empty doll you saw through the window at school.

You hit a wall with ruthless force. Fuck, you had lost too long attention on where you were going. You were the first to crash into it as Haru followed almost immediately, taking all the air you had left. A huff left both of your lungs; as you took some time to catch up air, leaning against the surface with a semblance of difficulty. A small giggle started to bubble up from the girl, turning into a full-on laugh; you'd be lying to say it didn't startle you a little yet the instinct of following her lead came.

A small moment of obliviousness to the world, a childish rebellious act where consequences didn't matter as much as the sake of doing it. The complicit act made a bond form between the two of you, from look acquaintances to a strange friendship. Her comfiness with you translated into leaning on you and grabbing your arm as the laughter continued.

"That was…" Haru started, her tone more casual than from what you'd heard before. She took a couple of seconds, staring at your form while building up her words. "Thanks."

You smiled at her softly, taking in her soft features, round and light as she also was. You wanted to ask her about what just happened, a part of you told you it was rude to do it so soon, but the other argued that it was understandable; you just had saved her from a bad situation. Only a mumbled resembling a "you're welcome" came out of your mouth. Then silence fell, although the air was a bit tense, it wasn't because of the awkwardness; the recent actions slowly fell onto her shoulders, reality breaking the moment.

"Hm? What's wrong?" You questioned, the change was so abrupt that it was almost impossible to not point out.

"My father is going to be mad at me…" Her pose was now stiff, her back straight as she looked at the ground with a troubled face.

"Uh… why would your dad be mad at you?" You were confused. It may be because you don't really know anything about her, only that she was high class because of seeing her being picked up by men in suits when school was over.

"I just ran away from my future fiancé… father is not going to be happy with this…"

"Do you want him to be your fiancé? He seemed kinda…" The silence that came spoke more words than any could describe. The mere seconds you had seen him, made all the hairs of your body stand up.

She stayed silent for a moment, collecting her thoughts to at least create an excuse for why it was a good idea, yet sadly none came. She was stuck, with an arranged marriage and a miserable future with a man who didn't even see her as a human being. "No, not really…"

"… I'm not sure how things like that work if I'm being honest… but if you need a place to stay, my door is open with a shitty couch or my miniature room if you don't mind sharing a bed."

"Really?! Would you do that for me?! Why? We barely know each other." she perked up, and a little glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes. It was as if you told a kid you were going to buy them their dream gift.

"Cause… it's a shitty situation, and I'd be an asshole if I don't try offering anything. Call it karma if you want." You tried to seem nonchalant, not wanting to pressure her into accepting anything. Her body language told you otherwise the moment she heard the words come out of your mouth.

"Thank you very much. I don't know how can I repay you for this." Haru bowed to you, her good manners showing like second nature. She was excited, she was finally going to relax after so long being on guard, her heart couldn't stop beating from joy.

"By trying to get out of there… and a nice meal wouldn't be a bad idea."

She giggled at the mumbled comment, clearly not meaning to take it seriously, but appreciating it nonetheless. The walk to the subway station wasn't long, locating yourself in the streets of Shibuya was an easy task. Both of you walked through the streets, not compared to before where the exhilaration guided you anywhere, now the beauty of the city night was there to take in. both hands holding each other, as if nothing in the world mattered but the idea of reaching home and preparing a tasty meal. The neon lights colored everyone equally, all tired and with their own problems looking for an escape, even if momentarily. The short-haired girl took the time to ask you questions, it would be a good idea to at least know where is she staying that night, and maybe many more in the future.

She never had a proper friend of her age. All the adults that were double her age were far from even acquittances, they only cared if her father was around to talk business or ask about her fiancée. The conversations were more formal than any of the words you were spilling out of your mouth, she was surprised at how casual you were with basically a stranger. Seeing the other around school didn't count much, only saying that you spent a lot of time in the same building as her. The questions you made also caught her off guard, she never put too much thought into what she wanted or liked, it was all already chosen for her, not everything, but she knew a lot of things were off limits.

What did she like? Seeing her garden grow each year filled her heart with joy, the fruits of her efforts always paid off with a view. She also likes coffee, the memories that connected that to her childhood made her warm and earn for simpler times. The curly-haired girl knew she was a bit rusty in that regard; after all, tasting was only the tip of the iceberg.

You paid for her ride, she didn't own a subway card. She was embarrassed when she confessed she had never ridden the subway in her life, most were taxis in a rush, but there was always a chauffeur waiting for her everywhere she went. It was a new experience, the amount of people crushing each other in the wagon, the smells of everybody clashing together; she was glad she didn't have to experience this often. You stayed close to her the entire ride, only letting her hand go to pay, though grabbing it back immediately.

Throughout the ride, you essentially caged her against the wall as she stared everywhere with an analytical lens, asking about the stations and how many have you been. Your bodies were close to one another, and the amount of people going back after their day of work and doing extra hours made you be like that. There was a shyness between the two of you, not sure how to interact, not being strangers but not having the closeness that only comes with time. Sometimes your eyes would meet, giving an awkward smile or making a passing comment about something that seemed interesting.

Finally, the robotic voice of the train said the name of your station and you took no time to pull her into the exit. The station was way emptier than the other one, the lack of people made Haru exhale in relief; she was beginning to realize she was not used to being around many people. You passed through the moline and into the dark streets of your neighborhood, not as luxurious as hers. There weren't many people, most of the lighting came from the houses or stores; you thought about buying some cheap food in it, but the heaviness of the day started to down on you.

The apartment complex came into view, a plain painted outside with various doors and stairs on the outside as well. This was all new to her, even when she was young and Okumura Foods wasn't the economic empire that is today, she lived in richness. How normal-priced apartments can look was something she had a hard time thinking about, her own old home was a big house.

As you were about to unlock the door to your place, you turned around and put your finger against your lips, asking her to be as silent as possible. After she nodded, you slowly turned the keys inside the lock, the mechanism inside turning and making a soft click sound, and let her in. It wasn't the most lavish house, bare with only the minimum to exist comfortably. You pipped into the living room, and seeing that no one was there, you sprinted to your room with her in tow, closing it almost instantly after Haru entered.

Your body fell onto the bed, it being the only thing you could fall onto since there was no floor space, and threw your bag somewhere without consideration. Haru, on the other hand, stood there with her back straight, waiting for you to tell her what to do. You rolled it aside, letting some space and pat it. After a moment of hesitation, the light brunette put her own bag on the floor and sat where you indicated.

"Sorry for that, I just didn't want anyone to start asking about you and making you uncomfortable"

"I thought it was ok for me to stay."

"it is, doubt anyone would mind, but they don't know how to have a bit of decore sometimes… Especially my mom, she just says the first thing that comes to mind with no filter." You rolled your eyes at the thought of that awkward conversation, cringe came through your body. You could picture it so perfectly, it had happened other times already.

"I don't want to bother-" The tone in her voice was small and shameful. An urge to protect her came to you, you grabbed her hands and leaned close to her.

"you're not a bother, I swear." You said with a hint of desperation, that the need for her to be safe and comfortable around you was the top priority. Her eyes opened wide as a rosiness crept in because of the sudden closeness. As a reaction to the room getting quieter, you let go of her and walked to your closet, looking for some sort of distraction. "I think I have some pajamas that will fit you. They are a bit big because I prefer that when to sleep, I hope you don't mind."

"It's ok… I like that too…" Her hands were fidgeting, the little moment made her beat faster, she didn't know what to think of it. Something it was being in close approximate in public, but being in your room, so private… It was an entirely different feeling.

"you can change here, I'll go to the bathroom. Do you want something else?" You handed her the clothes, just as you said, big pants and a big shirt. Haru shook her head and let you walk out of the room. Now that she was alone in your room, she had the time and liberty to look at everything you had, every detail of every little thing; while changing, her eyes scanned all the things you liked or had thrown on the floor and not bothered to ever pick it up.

She jumped a little when she heard the door open once again, she had been too engrossed with the decorations to realize how long has it passed, thankfully she had changed into your pajamas completely. You looked her up and down, biting your lip to hold a laugh. "you look so dumb right now." it was true, the big clothes were too big for her, the supposed shirt could work as a dress and the pants reached the floor. The girl scoffed with fake offense but found a bit of humor in her looks. You passed next to her and threw yourself onto the bed, you sure were careless, or were too used to doing that to the point that you didn't imagine missing and crashing onto the floor.

You opened the bed without a care in the world, moving the white sheets to the side for her to come close and lay down next to you. Her movements were slow, crawling to her assigned place with a doubtful look, why did this make her so nervous? It's just sleeping next to someone who showed kindness, so why was it making the back of her neck sweat? She eventually sat down where you patted, as soon as she lay against the fluffy pillow, her entire body relaxed. Her eyes dropped lower and a sigh left her lips; she was finally safe, no one wanted anything from her but to just be. She felt your body turn around in the bed and your gaze on her, just appreciating the fact that this wasn't a lonely night.

No word was exchanged between both, the tranquility was enough to understand. Her tired eyes and body, or how was she about to fall asleep. She also turned around to face you, her curls dropping on her face; you've decided to push them away. At that moment, you realized how beautiful she really was, not from objective attractiveness, but from her soul. Kind, soothing, and elegant; a beautiful melody that hasn't let go of her own flow.

The moonlight covered her features, her soft long lashes that you haven't noticed, the plump lips that didn't even need makeup to look so pink, and the purple undertones she had in her eyes. Slowly, you place your hand against her cheek, every move carrying an air of softness and tenderness. She didn't flinch nor make a soft gasp but just stared at you through those lashes with a hint of anticipation. The world stopped spinning at that moment, only you and her were the ones living, breathing, and moving the pieces of everything that mattered.

Without any sort of awareness, you moved closer until your noses touched, stopping to check for a sign of consent. The short-haired girl grabbed your hand that was left unattended, her skin so soft and with a lack of any callus, her fingers stroked your knuckles with cautiousness; her eyes had never left yours, and you had her whole attention, not caring even if her phone rung. Then, she took the lead, she wanted to have some control over this secret; so she joined her tender lips against your chapped yours in a kiss. The movements are slow and in sync, dancing in a rhythm that only you know.

Seconds passed before you pulled away from the lack of air, the two of you not being able to contain the grin; it had been a magical experience that may or may not be the first to many or the last before never interacting again, but that didn't matter, the future didn't matter, it only mattered her and weight she was making on your bed and in your heart. You pulled her close, wrapping your arms around her with no intention of ever letting go, to make this moment last forever and connect you two with infinite. In response, she leaned her forehead against yours, connecting almost every part of you with her, wishing you could melt into one; though that was only a wish that could never be granted, so you settled on feeling her heat on your skin until the sun came out.

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Pastries for you

Ren Amamiya/Akira Kurusu x reader

Genre: fluff Warnings: suicide joke and poison joke A/n: ok, now im into persona cause obviously i get interested in trash (lovingly). the lack of x reader stuff from this fandom is impressive, its either old or headcanons, which theres nothing wrong with that but i need a fleshed out one shot from time to time. also persona 5 theater play/musical slaps. pls tell me this isnt too ooc

You walked through the hallways furious, your steps resonated through the hallway as you thought about what an asshole they were. It wasn't even romantic! You gave food to all your friends, they all knew that, but that fucking dick took it the wrong way. The bag of pastries was wrinkled under your hand now, still edible but not as nice looking as before.

Without realizing, you were already on the roof of the school, prohibited even if it had the lack of people you needed now. The fresh wind carried the autumn air, and sticks and leaves were using it to fly around the world. You went to your usual hiding spot, knowing that it'd be a bad idea to be out in the open and run the risk of being carded. As you climbed over the roof of the entrance, all your energy was causing on the arm muscles as they did the task with difficulty, no matter how many times you did it, it was always hard but rewarding, you were met with another student with ebony hair and glasses.

You stopped in your tracks, not knowing if you were in trouble or not, and you froze. As you both uncomfortably stared at each other, the only thing moving was your hair from the wind and the fabric of the clothing. He broke the silence with a chuckle. "Are you going to stay like that?" He said humorously. You blushed and made a pathetic attempt to hide it away; despite that, you continued climbing nonetheless and then sat with an evident distance between you two. He didn't seem like one of the bad ones, that's what you said of your so-called "friend" though.

You peered over him; he seemed average enough to be anyone, while if you focused enough, the mixture of both soft and sharp features made him attractive, giving him an air of maturity while still looking gentle. The glasses obscured your vision of him a bit, reflecting against the sun and making him shine. He looked like one of those TV stars from k-dramas, fair skin and long legs, his messy hair giving him the perfect amount of roughness to not be categorized as the nerd type despite the glasses. It was cute, but it all seemed manufactured, exactly like a TV protagonist from K-dramas.

"You sure like staring," he commented again, his voice was so velvety you could almost melt into it; it matched him nicely with his face. He was now facing you, leaning back against his also lanky arms. You didn't react to him, you were occupied, from where do you know him? He sure wasn't in your class. He was alone until you came. He surely must be a loner, a reason for you to never have noticed him in the past. Popularity wasn't exactly in your alley, not being part of it nor being interested in the ones who were, the most popularity you ever got was whenever you made a fool of yourself, like the little situation your "friend" made.

"You seem familiar…" You tilted your head, your brain tried to process the two years you had been in this establishment, scanning all your memories for him but failing. Or not. Maybe you have seen him on social media, but you doubt it, you don't check the one you use with people you know in real life. It felt like you had him on the tip of your tongue, never fully flavoring the memory but having the faint taste of him existing. "Which class are you in?" That was a reasonable introductory question, no one would blame you for not recognizing people from other classes.

"I'm second year, class D, Ren Amamiya. Nice to meet you," he said formally, a bit too formally, the type of formality only the people who didn't want to get in trouble would use. Your brain slowly started remembering something, rumors that were probably an exaggeration, like all rumors. Before you could stop yourself, your mouth blabbed.

"Oh, the criminal, right?" you said nonchalantly. Immediately, you felt like the idea of throwing yourself from this roof was extremely reasonable. Before you could try to make up for those words, he laughed, if it was at you or the question was lost to you, yet you took the not getting beaten win. You murmured some indistinguishable apologies, he waved them off as his laughter calmed down; this relaxed aura he carried was sticking onto you, he seemed the type to calm everyone down by just being near.

"It's alright, I am the one from the rumors, it isn't as bad as they make it seem to be. But yes, I am the new student." he was shy about confessing this; he was hoping he could at least get someone who didn't know about his record and just be a normal student with normal friends. Destiny has already made clear that those were not their plans for him: getting beaten until exhaustion with accusations and scared looks. The only one who tried talking to him, apart from his blond friends, was the journalism club. He's still trying to form a friendship with them, especially the president, with whom she is most forward.

"Oh, ok." You tried to play it off, though you were now more certain than ever that the rumors were just rumors. He seemed like an angel, the ideal guy. You nodded off for a bit with a forced smile, then the gauche silence settled back in. Ren had lost hope of becoming friends with you, you had the same reaction as everyone, uncomfortable yet trying not to show it. Now he was sure he had to stop hoping, the reaction only seemed more painful when there was one.

The texture of the paper from the wrapping of the pastries between your hands made you remember you had them, your focus going back to the reason why you made them and how it turned out; it soured you to no end. You should get them out of your grasp as fast as you can. You looked to your side again, he wasn't looking at you anymore; gods, his side profile was beautiful.

"Here, take this." You handed out the food to him, anyone would appreciate free food, right? He turned his head to look at you again, then at what was in your hand. His eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion, his mouth gaped before speaking.

"What's-" he started questioning, but you cut him off before he could flesh his question. He hadn't even tried taking it, so you outstretched your hand more, gesturing to the wrapping with an obvious and kind of annoyed look. It's natural to question whatever was happening, on the other hand, you just wanted to get your stupid pastries off your conscious.

"Pastries, I don't want them, so you have them," you spoke matter-of-factly, it only weirded him out more, though now he was taking it with more humor, as his features softened and turned up with a cheeky smile. His formal attitude, slowly vanishing into a suave confidence, was more truthful than the act he put up until now.

"Are they poisoned?" his body was now more turned to you, focusing his attention back again at the newest person on this roof. The sun no longer shone against his glasses, his grayish-bluish eyes at full display. New information, you didn't hate him or were uncomfortable; you were just embarrassed. It made a weight on his chest lift a little; he felt lighter with you, no longer having to step on glasses with everyone.

"Sadly, no." You sounded defeated, your patience was wearing thin after the long day that hadn't even come to finish. He tried to hide a smirk, he found it humorous how the situation was unweaving; it would be against his principles not to continue this lighthearted scene with no jokes or teasing. "Prove it then."

"What?" You were taken aback, slightly scrunching your face for a millisecond.

"Take a bite or I will not trust you." his tone was egocentric, his confidence increased as he saw you falter for a minute; he took advantage of that second and decided to swipe you off your feet and stand high.

"I'm not-"

"It's dangerous to accept food from strangers," you huffed as you moved yourself nearer him, his grip on the jam pastry firm on the air, waiting for you to accept his little challenge. You moved your head towards it and took a bite, the jam and cream sticking to your face messily, and the dough crumbling to the floor. You both chuckled at this, your hand moved to clean the residue from your mouth, and he looked into your eyes for a moment, making sure you were on the same page and none missed anything, before taking a bite from the same place you did, his cheeky smirk tantalizing you.

The day may not have been so bad, the food lit you up, though not in the way you were expecting. The awkwardness from before has vanished, leading the way for a relaxed talk with the mysterious raven-haired schoolmate.

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The hedgehogs dilemma

Shadow T. Hedgehog x reader

Genre: fluff/comfort Warnings: none A/n: a little draft that i have honestly no idea where i was going with this

A sudden laugh erupted from the silence. Were you… mocking him? You covered your mouth with your hand, but that did nothing to muffle your laughter; it only showed how much you were, rather than subduing it. His heart clenched as he looked at you, not in a good way; he felt hurt. He had opened himself with you, telling you his fears, yet you gave him THIS. He huffed, offended, and straightened up his posture, closing himself once again, after showing a part of himself to the wrong person.

"Sorry… Sorry…" You sheepishly apologized, it was out of place that reaction, but it came out so naturally. You tried to calm yourself, struggling to put back the smile. Furthermore, you wanted to explain yourself, though you don't know if he was going to buy your excuse. "It's just… It's so ironic…"

His eyebrows furrowed deeper at that, he didn't understand what was ironic about any of this. He told you he was adamant about letting people close to him after what happened in the Ark, there was nothing ironic. He continued staring at you, piercing his eyes into your skull. You wiped your tears and finally glanced back at him.

"You're the personification of the hedgehog's dilemma…" You slowly explained, your eyes squished because of the smile you were wearing. If he weren't so lost in your words, he would've thought you were beautiful, whereas his priorities were in your thoughts, not your physique.

"I'm unfamiliar with that dilemma."

"Oh… Imagine it's winter and a group of hedgehogs are cold. They have two options: get close to each other and find warmth in the other's body heat, but thanks to the spikes, they'd get hurt. The other options are getting far away from one another, suffering from the cold, but not getting hurt."

He hummed; it was accurate to his prime concern. The two of you had been talking for a while, you had nagged him to go for a coffee or just hang out while not doing anything, he wasn't used to this, to not have a purpose in his actions, to be without reason. He had to have one reason, an exchange with your person, otherwise he'd get attached, believing in the naive belief that life wasn't transactional. The only way that two hedgehogs wanted to prick themselves was if there was a guarantee of heat.

But you weren't like that, nor more of the people he knew. He has realized that most never wanted anything out of anyone, pleasure for the sake of pleasure, company for the sake of company, love for the sake of love. He did find the sale most utterly annoying, the sake for the sake didn't match the energy it took for him to handle these people, with a couple exceptions.

So yeah, it was a bit ironic, he fitted perfectly, even the hedgehog part. You got scared when you heard a soft chuckle beside you, making you jump from your seat a little and turn your head towards him with a bewildered expression. Did you just accidentally make the Shadow the Hedgehog laugh? You felt your heart beat faster when you heard the sweet sound, a light blush creeping on your face before you joined in with a soft giggle, too.

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Hi :) I've never requested before, but I realllyyyy like your work. I was wondering if I could get head cannons for if you tell them (Sonic, Shadow, maybe knuckles and also Eggman if it isn't too much. Platonic or romantic, either is fine) that one of your best friends is slut shaming you behind your back just for the way you dress? (Had it happen to me today 🤭) if not, that's totally fine!! I understand if it's not something you want to cover!! Have a nice day and thank you if you do write it!!

She betrayed me

Shadow x reader, Sonic x reader, Knuckles x reader

Warnings; slutshaming, can be read as platonic or not except for knuckles Genre: comfort A/n: holy shit this was requested on march 13, sorry i took so long. i went back to school, writers block, a couple of depressive episodes, got into arthuriana and lost a bit of interest with sonic. hope this is good if you are still caring for it. i havent checked the tags in a month, i dont even know if its still alive tbh

You were never scared of your body, actually, you were quite comfortable; it was a mere vessel that you could decorate however you liked it, so you did. From a young age, you were very aware that your thought process was unique; most people preferred blending in rather than being true to themselves, and as truthful to mankind; they shamed the ones that went outside of norms. Maybe you never intended to dress like that, or maybe it was what made you happy; nonetheless, your body was noticed by other people, you never gave it much thought; only doing the minimum necessary if you were scolded by a superior and blocked you from continuing with your life.

You thought your friends supported you, even if they agreed or not, why be with someone you hate? Such a waste of beautiful time. Yet you suddenly found yourself with one of your closest friends criticizing you behind your back. On one hand, you felt hurt by being insulted by someone you loved, and on the other, disappointed that she didn't have the guts to tell you anything to your face, even as a joke. You stared and stared, and stared at the screenshot you received; it was irrevocable proof, not even a rumor or that someone told them that they told a friend that. It hurt you, it truly did; at least destiny took their opportunity to show you the reality before it was too late; better this than having a lover stolen or your plans ruined.

Weed is better-taken care of before they ruin the flowers after all. You didn't know how to approach it though; she has been so ingrained in your life that it would take a while to remove her from it. She hasn't revealed her true colors to you yet, so cutting her off would just make you look like a bitch; if she was capable of trash-talking you, then it wouldn't be a problem to spread lies. You must be careful, even if your heart is still grieving for the heartbreak of such a friend. You were lucky it all went down on a Friday night, it left you all weekend to think about it, and it helped you to not throw a punch at that bitch.

SHADOW:

Without thinking, you threw your phone with brute force, something you'd regret if it wasn't for a familiar hand catching it mid-air. He had noticed your change of mood, as he did with most little things about you, ones that you don't even realize. He still wondered what exactly was bugging you, he may comprehend your current attitude, but the reason for it was out of his reach. So, he settled by just raising an eyebrow and giving you a look; you had rolled yourself inside the bedsheets while hugging one of your big comfort pillows.

"What exactly have you like this?" His tone was unimpressed as if he was only asking out of courtesy. He wasn't one to put up with childish anger; breaking things, especially expensive ones was a waste of time and resources. You groaned from under your covers, not really wanting to chat about it, though, despite that, you ended up opening your mouth, knowing evading the subject would only earn you a scowl from him.

"A scumbag…" You muffled against the pillow, the comfort of the spot was the only thing keeping you grounded. Your feelings were so contradicting, making you feel nothing at the same time as everything, it was bubbling and about to pour, though when you checked it was empty.

"Did they break your heart?" He commented sarcastically as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He still thought you were having a dramatic breakout, acting out about some meaningless situation like ordering the wrong coffee bag and thinking he'll hate you, or messing up some bank things.

"More like my trust…" You averted your sigh, even if you couldn't see him through the material, you still felt very vulnerable about this. Shadows' eyes softened and sighed when he took a sit next to you on your bed. It was a rare sight for both of you; the roles have been reversed; the natural progression would be him breaking down from something of his past and you comforting him, not you crying and him awkwardly patting your head.

He kept silent, waiting for you to continue, he knew how to treat someone who was just as close off as him with his emotions. You don't have a problem with showing basic ones, even so, when it comes to opening your heart, you faked every problem you had. He couldn't care less about your lies though; if you didn't want to open up, then he wouldn't make you.

"Do I look like a slut?" You questioned after a couple of beats of silence, your voice was weak and trembling, and you were so out of your comfort zone. You felt so lost, and deep down you knew Shadow was the worst person to tell this; he doesn't understand most social problems cause he doesn't even try to care, he was on his own, and most of the time he was saved so much trouble, while you weren't like him.

"You look like yourself." He responded as a matter of fact, not understanding how this connected to your mood, he knew it wasn't a thing people liked to be called, whereas you never cared for that until now. "Where is this coming from?"

"Do you remember my best friend?" He nodded, you talked about her a lot, it was evident that you were close. Most of the times he asked you about your day, you'd mentioned her in some way, she was always there, or so you believed. "She has been calling me that behind my back…"

"She doesn't deserve you." He quickly stated, as if it was an objective truth. To be fair, he never liked her, he always felt there was something off when she appeared; you'd always brush him off saying that the two of them never even talked.

"I know…"

"You should dump her."

"I know…"

"Then why are you like this?"

"I know, but I don't know, you know?" He stared at you blankly, unimpressed and not grasping how you felt. "Like, I know it theoretically, but I don't feel like it's making me feel less bad."

"That's the most nonsensical thing you ever said." He responded severely, if it was another person saying this, you'd feel worse, though it was Shadow talking, tough love was his love language, and he hasn't yet softened up with you to console you properly. You were glad he was at least trying.

"I feel betrayed… she has everything to use against me now," you attempted to explain more clearly, you knew it all could be solved easily, but you nonetheless felt like shit, you felt like you were celebrating the ideas of march. "she doesn't have to hide she hates me."

"Indulging in absurd drama is a waste of time. The worthy ones aren't going to be a part of it." He paused for a few seconds, unsure to say what's next but deciding to, all for your sake. "You have me." He murmured the last part, it made you come out of your sheet cocoon impressed with his attitude.

"That's oddly sweet from you." You were touched, it was a moment rarely seen in him, despite being created for curing and comforting the terminally ill. You gave him a small smile, flattered regarding his words.

"Don't push it." He closed off again, though it was unlike before, it was exclusively embarrassment rather than a facade of coldness like usual. All you did was giggle, not wanting to push too much on this newfound openness he's giving you. Except, without realizing you laid your head on one of his thighs, you felt it tighten but quickly relax, and he just let you be there, carefully brushing your hair back from time to time.

KNUCKLES:

You had planned to accompany him in guarding the Master Emerald, the situation had soured your mood though, and now you sulked on one of the stairs with your head between your legs. You always took the time to be with your love, it was his life mission and the most important part of him, a piece of now lost culture he could hold onto to feel not so alone, a faint connection to his family; you cherished the fact he trusted you enough to let you in this delicate part of him. Despite that, you wished you were at home right now, under the covers of your bed, putting your focus on other things than the situation at hand; no amount of love could surpass distraction from your problems.

He had noticed that you didn't exactly try to hide your sourness, the dark aura emanating from you reminded him of those times he had to awkwardly comfort Amy because of her failing crush, whereas this was more serious than that, not to the point of Shadows usual brooding, but it could gave it a run for its money. He waited for you to entrust him with your little crisis, while the longer he waited, the more worried he got at the lack of change.

He coughed awkwardly, a way to gain your attention; when you finally looked at him, he tipped around the subject, not wanting to force you. "So, how was your day?" That was an alright thing to ask, right? It wasn't a shitty backhanded comment… Right?

He was proven wrong when he heard you quietly sobbing not long after that; you hid as good as you could in your chest, curling yourself into a ball; it made him instantly panic, he was trying really hard not to mess this up, even if he already kinda did. He walked down the stairs until he reached the ones you were sitting on, kneeling to your level yet not touching you; he didn't like people doing it to him when he got upset, so he concluded you may also not. He didn't how to start, he already knew you were feeling bad, and that was obvious; he decided to let you cry your heart out, sitting next to you and making his presence known if you wanted to start physical contact.

Time passed and your tears almost emptied you out entirely, all the water in your system had left from it. Nonetheless, your breathing was still ragged, a sign of you struggling to breathe; he gently shushed you and guided you in deep breathing; inhaling, maintaining, and exhaling, repeating those three steps until you felt more at ease. The fresh breeze of Angel Island helped you a lot, some water droplets hit your face as you heard the birds chirping from the distance.

"Better now?" he softly asked, not wanting to cause you any more stress. You nodded as you slowly sat up, cleaning the salty tears from your eyes; you weren't expecting to break down like this, but damn it felt good, you really needed it. Unconsciously, you grabbed Knuckle's hand and toyed with it as you looked up to the sky, cloud gazing for a bit; it made him smile at you, still analyzing your composure, happy that you were relaxing slowly. "Do you wish to tell me what happened?"

"Just stupid drama." you waved off his inquiry, it wasn't that deep, and you had already let out all you held inside you. Your mind was begging you to keep talking though, it would make things so much easier, you didn't pay any attention to it, preferring to enjoy the sky otherwise.

"It has to be important to push you that much." he pushed a bit, his gaze changing between your hands and your expression, you seemed solemn and he truly wanted to help you, what kind of lover he be if he didn't? that would be a disgrace to the echidna race.

"My friend… called me a slut behind my back." his expression turned serious as if he was getting ready to chase her and put her in her place. Quickly, you intervened, not wanting any of that to happen. "It's not a big deal, do not do anything." he was about to protest, but you cut him off, already knowing what he was going to say. "I know I just cried, but it's not because of her. I just… felt really stupid for trusting her so easily…."

"Your heart's too big to waste it on people like that," he stated, it made you grimace cause on the one hand you were touched by it, but on the other hand you were capable of being the same as her, if not worse, you just choose not to. Your biggest worry is that you fell for her, not that she did it at all, you felt that your protection was best.

"I'm not that saint you think I am…" you had let go of his hand, rather settling to play with yours, breaking the nail you had; it made him sad to lose your touch, yet he let you be, deciding to put it on your knee instead, knowing he had to punch your head until those ideas went away.

"A bad person cannot become one cause they have to be good first, and you cannot be a good person until the end, but it's possible for a person to be good and bad in the same life." his eyes stared at you deeply, wanting for you to understand every word that was coming out of his mouth. "I love you because it is good and it shows. I can't choose another to spend my life with that's not you."

Your face flushed bright red, making you look away in embarrassment; your heart was overworking from all the love he had to give you and only you. You still felt stupid for letting your best friend in, but at least now you were his stupid. he pulled your face to look him in the eyes, only for him to give you a soft kiss. You quickly hid yourself in his arms, not being able to look him in the eyes; he gladly cradled you in them, feeling the heat of your bodies against each other.

"I'm still going to do something about her."

"Then at least let me help."

SONIC:

You were sulking in the kitchen, waiting for your comfort food to be done heated. Thankfully, you made enough for it to last a couple of servings, so all you had to do was wait for the microwave to finish heating it back up. Sonic saw your brooding form from the table, he was tapping his feet with a lot of speed as he waited for you, he already got his usual meal, a chilli dog, how was he able to sustain himself with only that as a full course meal, it was beyond you, but if it made him happy, then let him be.

"What's with that long face?" He questioned you; even if you turned away from him, you could notice the smirk he had on. You weren't in the mood to handle some of his teasing, so you didn't respond at all as you continued prepping your food. He pointed at the lack of response, "Come on, don't ignore me."

"Sonic, I'm not in the mood." You said plainly, whereas the hedgehog didn't care, thinking you were exaggerating as you usually do. He stood up and went next to you with a smirk, just staring at you with that funny look until you reacted. Sadly for him, you didn't. Sonic wasn't a guy of feelings; he was empathetic and loved feeling things, but he was also too oblivious to know when to back out.

As time went on, he poked your cheek, progressively getting more frequent. It didn't take long for you to smack his hand away; you had a lot on your plate to deal with his antics. He felt deeply offended, never have you reacted that way towards him, you'd follow his jokes and play fight or gently let him down; his back straightened up as a frown grew.

"Ok, what is going on?" He called your name, more concerned at your state, seeing how serious it was. You grumbled under your breath, asking him to not bother you and leave you alone, but he didn't relented, he wanted to be there for you in whatever is what you're going through, he'd be an asshole friend if he just walked off. He called your name once again, putting a hand on your shoulder as he leaned in.

"I don't want to talk about it, I don't even want to think about it." You hid your face in your arms, your posture a mess, but the need to hide away was stronger than any pain on your back. Sonic's hand just stayed there, making sure you knew he'd always be there for you. He wasn't the most empathetic guy, but he was going to try it for you.

Ding

The microwave finish heating your food, either way, his stance didn't change much, just passing the arm over your shoulder as you took your food out. You turned around and ate it while he hugged you, finding comfort in the familiar flavors hitting your mouth. While you did that, he tried to sneak his hand and steal some of your food, earning a quick slap on his hand. He tried giving you puppy eyes, yet they disappeared as soon as he saw your annoyed expression.

"Sorry, sorry…" He said as he raised his hands, not really honest about the apology. He stared at you eat after that, his mind going through all the possibilities of why you are like this. "But really, what's with that long face?"

"A bitch friend was calling me a slut behind my back this entire time." That made him raise his eyebrows and let out a whistle. You didn't waste any time hitting his chest at these reactions. In his defense, he wasn't expecting that answer; he thought you got along with most people despite your directness. "Now I have no idea what to do about it."

"Stop talking to her, duh?" He answered obviously, making a mocking face to cheer you up. You rolled your eyes, maybe it would've been better if you continued acting as if he wasn't there; it was too late for that, you'll have to deal with him until he leaves.

"No shit, but how? She thinks I don't know, but I don't want her near me." You pushed him away and started cleaning the dishes, talking things out was making you feel less down. Sonic, on the other hand, was having the time of his life, listening to your drama; he was expecting a tragedy, no petty social drama, and he was savoring every moment of it.

"Ignore her, confront her, or… I don't know, people who don't like me usually go for trying to murder me until I gain their hearts." You scoffed; it wasn't inaccurate, but deep down you prefer if she had done something like that rather than slut shaming you, at least you'd had things clear from the start. He rolled his eyes, "Forget about her, now let's go out to eat some chilli dogs and watch a movie or something. How does that sound?"

You slowly nodded, liking the idea of him taking your mind off things. With a big smile, he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the house, preparing you for a pleasant evening.

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Circling you

Shadow x reader

Genre: fluff Warnings: none A/n: a little fun one shot, the tag has been feeling dried lately

You were typing on your laptop, searching for that artist you've seen illustrations of many times, but we're just reposts of reposts. Your concentration was at maximum, reversing images, Reddit, and more weren't that useful, just sending you from dead link to dead link; you haven't even gotten the username yet! That is to say, you weren't paying attention to the world around you.

It wasn't an uncommon occurrence to take your laptop to friends' houses; at that moment, in Amy's sleepover, you were the only one awake, or so you thought. You have heard footsteps during the night, but you didn't give any thought; considering you were sharing a roof with a bunch of people, it was expected for them to walk to the bathroom or the kitchen. Oddly enough, those footsteps kept going for way longer than they normally would.

With your curiosity picked, you looked up from your device. Dark red and black fur and those shining amber eyes made you jump on your seat. He walked, going from front, to next, to behind, to your other side, and so on. What was he doing? It felt like an animal hunting its prey while being less serious in some way, you could describe it as a dance maybe. He stared at you and you stared in return, puzzlement in yours and glad in his that you had finally noticed him.

Your eyes creased as you kept him in your eyesight, waiting expectantly for what he was going to do, though it never came, it just kept going and going. You were feeling a little dizzy, your eyes couldn't look away from him, it was hypnotizing. Without noticing, he had closed the gap between you with each circle he completed, just taking a step towards you; yet with enough of them, he was only a couple of steps from entering your personal space; you didn't know if he was lingering for confirmation or basic teasing.

You'd be a fool to turn him down, a part of you always found him appealing, even after he went crazy back then. This was so unexpected, despite having made some moves on him in the past, which he never showed any reciprocity, thus making you drop the attempt to not make him discomfiting. You would've never thought something like this could ever happen, it all felt so surreal as if it was a dream; by luck or not, the numbers were still legible, and the lines on your hands were very much still visible.

You adjusted yourself in the chair, now sitting sideways to have more mobility when standing up in case he did anything. You noticed he was puffing up his chest as his white fur from that zone became more evident, the soft feeling of it becoming alluring, almost causing you to place your hand up and touch it yourself, but you contained it. This was getting too much for nothing really happening, just silence, excluding the breathing becoming a bit heavier than usual and watching each other intensely, curious about what was coming next.

Tired of all this performance, you stood up from the wooden seat, leaving your investigation abandoned for the time being; this was more noteworthy than finding a dumb photo you obsessed over for no reason; the waiting was making you so impatient. After concluding the round he was doing, he finally stood up in front of you, his face a mix of satisfaction and uncertainty, both crashing with his wants and realism. The closeness he had created was evident from the fact that you sensed his light breath on your face; it didn't make you uncomfortable, in fact, you were very welcoming of it, not really wanting him to step away.

You didn't understand what possessed you, maybe it was the chilly night or the strange ritual that just occurred; even so, your brain let you fulfill your wish, brushing your hand in his chest coat. It pushed a pleasing sigh from him, not doing anything else but that, his hands still dangling on his sides. You continued playing with it with the entire care in the world, the smooth texture of it, clearly having been taken good care of, making it seem air-filled, yet each stand screaming they existed between your fingers.

Your eyes concentrated on the fur, the snow-white tone of that part produced a huge contrast against the obsidian color that covered most of his body, making it stand out and capture you in it, losing yourself in this section of his physical being. You didn't notice when he gently yet cautiously touched your shoulders, keeping you in place so you did not lean in; he wanted to see your face, the little reactions you were making. If it wasn't for that, your face would've been deep inside his chest fur, retaining the sensation of your hand in your face instead.

His hands then traveled up as he pulled your face up, the fat on your cheeks gathered around the edge of them, spilling out. His delicate lips pressed against your forehead, an honest representation of his feelings without showing his soul too much, in fear of rejecting even if he knew that wouldn't happen cause it was you; it made you all warm and fuzzy. A big smile appeared on your factions, making you look like a fool hit by Cupid's bow, and that moment you were, he had finally reached him and made you one for the time being. Your loving smile was reciprocated with a shyer one of his, smaller though carrying the same emotions as you. He cut himself off with the gazing, changing it instead for having his fluffy furred forehead against yours, drinking in your presence and this quiet moment.

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I promise I'll soon come back to writing, I'm finishing requests I had in my inbox for two weeks or more. I'm sorry for not doing them sooner!!!! I fell into a depressive episode but I came out, so I'll finish all my drafts and hope to write more for all you

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selfie!!!

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man i love the idw characters

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A Gravity falls AU where everything's the same except Stan has a special and familiar pair of shoes.

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Would you love me if I was a squid?

Shadow x reader

Genre: fluff/comfort Warnings: none A/n: doom morph shadow lives in my mind rent free, if the theory that the next arc of idw is about shadow and the black arm, I'm gonna shit myself so bad.

"would you love me if I was a squid?" Were the first words said after hours of silence, your eyes widened back open, the planned sleep long forgotten now that your mind was occupied processing that stupid question. You turned around to look at him, knowing there wouldn't be much of a difference; even so, the sincere look in his eyes made your bewilderment deeper; this was the last thing you thought coming out from his mouth, ever.

"Ummm... What?" You weren't able to soften up your answer;

it was too late to be in a socially acceptable mode, and the filter was not even in your head at the moment. It was strange of him to fuck up a saying or joke; he somehow always knew how it went when you messed one up, not wasting any time correcting you with a smirk. You felt his hands dig into your skin, quietly enough to not hurt, merely enough that make you notice his sharp claws on you; he told you silently he was nervous. Just as he was about to repeat the question, you interrupted him. "You do know that's not how it goes, right?"

Now he was the one confused, his eyebrows furrowed as he faintly spoke. "I don't know what you are talking about." You were waiting for the punchline, he was shit at making jokes, but despite that, you still loved him, a bit less, yet enough to be together. Hence, you stared at him blankly, nothing behind your eyes; you wanted to sleep, and you also felt bad for him; it was one of those times he didn't know how to express himself, probably.

Yet another silence sank, the relaxing mood was out of the window, replaced by the bamboozlement of you both. He let out an annoyed unsteady sigh, releasing some of the nerving feelings he had inside, not comfortable confronting you with something he hated the most about himself. He just whispered in an almost inaudible tone. "Just... Answer, please..."

"I would prefer it if you were an octopus." you wholeheartedly answered, squids kinds suck, though he'd find a way to make it cool. All this was out of the comfort zone of both of you, it made it all weird and uncomfortable; you didn't know what to make out of these questions that were so un-him; he, on the other hand, was still dealing with the recent acquirement of these new powers, the fact they depended on Black Doom scared him, especially for your well being, it meant that he was still inside of him and could come out and hurt you any moment.

"I'm being serious right now." he frowned, hurt from not being taken seriously; it took him a lot of time to open up, now are you going to let him down? After all this time? He was getting disappointed in you, he believed you'd flow with him as you always did, get him instantly. Was this the wrong time? They said at night is when people are most truthful from the tiredness.

"Are you..?" Your heart broke at his timid nod, his eyes softened as he look away; you had fucked up, you had to do better, you cannot be a bitch with him in this state. You gently placed your warm hand against his cold cheek and made him look back at you, your expression had completely changed towards a more affectionate one, encouraging him to talk more.

"What about a starfish?" He gingerly spoke, just like a turtle coming out of its shell after being scared into it. The questions were still in that weird line of thought, even though you didn't have the luxury to tease him anymore, you were too deep into his heart to punch it once more.

"Yeah, starfish are cooler... What's the point of this?" You were still confused by all this sea-life talk; you don't even think he's ever been to a beach, maybe you should take him one day. Your fingers formed circles against his cheek, making sure to go under the muzzle fur. The atmosphere changed from the uneasy one to a more caring one, still delicate despite the newfound openness from the two of you; it was tricky like walking on a glass floor, any wrong movement making it possible to break and fall into the void, but you choose to walk it nonetheless, with him.

"I recently learned that my... original form isn't this one..." he muttered, his body language telling you he was getting more relaxed, opening little by little like a flower blooming in spring. And so you took in every image he demonstrated, studying all his movements at the last moment for the most important test of your life.

"You choose to be a hedgehog?" Your curiosity had picked up with that comment; now everything was slowly connecting, and the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into the right places as important ones appeared. Shadow's demeanor had calmed down, seeing you weren't being judgemental yet, but there was always that possibility the more he told you. He tried to find the best words to not scare you away, settling with going little by little, and the things you didn't ask, were going to be for a future talk if there was one.

"Gerald chose for me." He never understood why a hedgehog, but compared to the prototype of a giant lizard, he was glad he could function independently. He knew that was an idea entirely from Gerald Robotnik, Black Doom never seemed to have connections with any hedgehog, or at least from what he knew. Some things were still out of his reach, another mission to get that information started bubbling in the back of his mind.

"What would you be if you could choose?" You wandered the conversation away a bit, leaving some space for mindless talking with an attempt of soothing, even if it's just for a little bit. He hummed in contemplation, never had he thought of being anything other than what had been chosen for him, his job was being the ultimate life form after all.

"A cat." He confessed shyly, it felt so foreign to think about what ifs, he was used to, but it didn't involve so meaningless. He had a strange fascination with them, and the ones he met brought him respect. He didn't interact with Blaze a lot, she was friends with Sonic and indulged him a little too often in his requests for his taste, despite fighting him in the past just like him; apart from that she was a respectable being; Big had this aura of tranquility around him, only caring about his closest friend, Froggy; he did everything to make him still be by his side and succeeded; Also, somehow he put one of his rare smiles on his face, something only you did.

"I'd adore you as a cat." You smile with warmth, finding the idea of Shadow as a cat adorable. You never thought about it, but he did act like one, hissing at everyone who tried getting near him without wanting to and never letting go of the ones he liked while also not showing them directly. "So... you are a fish?"

"Black Arms' original form is Starfish-like creatures, but my powers inherited from him gave me other options..." His tone was shameful, he talked about it like it wasn't part of him, as an objective fact of another race, yet the doubt that lingered at the end of every sentence betrayed that. It truly wasn't part of him; on his own, he didn't have the power to use those abilities, whereas the now confirmed fact that Black Doom still lingered somewhere deep hidden made it possible. He heard you hum, pondering while not really, not staring at anything in particular, just lost in thought while concentrating on stroking his cheek.

"Then... I'd still love you if you were a squid." Shadows' concerns eased, a big weight lifted from his shoulder, even if it wasn't completely true, he could hold onto this moment. His body slumped down, settling in your chest, simply wanting to feel your heartbeat and nothing else. He murmured a little "thank you" that you were barely able to hear; you patted his head with such compassion, shushing him softly a lovely lullaby to forget all his anxiety, helping him fall into the sweet nothingness of dreams. After some time, you felt him unconsciously making cushions against your chest; you let a soft smile as your eyes shined in admiration. You really loved him if he was a squid or a cat.

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Goober, eldritch squid/octo guy. The guy ever omg!! Doom morph haters DNI!!! /lh

Bro has 2 sides

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the ultimate lifeform | shadow the hedgehog

what does the ultimate lifeform long for? it does not know. it cannot know.

contains: grief/mourning, introspection, amnesia, existentialism

The ultimate lifeform doesn’t dream.

Dreaming is a mortal flaw—a chaotic spill of fractured thoughts, insecurities, and broken memories weaving into an incoherent tapestry. But it doesn’t have that flaw. It isn’t mortal.

Instead, it exists in silence. Stillness. The space between the tick and tock of a clock. It is perfect in its design: untouchable, infallible, a god in the shape of a weapon.

And yet, it does not feel like a god.

The ultimate lifeform does not hunger. It does not thirst. Its body requires nothing beyond what was programmed into it—a simple, unerring perfection that mocks the weaknesses of those it was built to surpass. Its creators stripped it of need, of frailty, and yet left behind an echo of longing, a hole that cannot be filled.

What does the ultimate lifeform long for? It does not know. It cannot know. Its mind churns with questions it cannot answer, a spiral of incompleteness. If it was made to be the pinnacle of life, why does it feel so empty?

The ultimate lifeform does not love. Love is a mortal folly, a biochemical reaction that binds flesh to flesh, heart to heart. Love is weakness. Love is vulnerability. Love is fleeting.

But the ultimate lifeform remembers.

It remembers her voice, gentle and full of light, though it cannot remember her face. It remembers her laughter, though it cannot recall why she laughed. It remembers her kindness, though it cannot fathom why it mattered. These fragments cling to it like the shadows of a dying star, faint and fading, but there. Always there.

The ultimate lifeform does not cry. It cannot. It was built to endure, to withstand the crushing weight of loss and rage without breaking. Tears are for the fragile, for those who can bleed and bruise and falter.

And yet, its chest aches. It does not have the words for what it feels—if it can even call it feeling. There is something heavy within it, a weight pressing against its core, suffocating and relentless. A sorrow that seeps into its very being, staining every thought and action.

The ultimate lifeform does not forgive. Its purpose is destruction, vengeance, power. Forgiveness is antithetical to its design. To forgive would be to let go, to release the anger and pain that fuels its existence. And without anger, without pain, what is it?

Nothing.

The ultimate lifeform does not rest. It is a creature of purpose, a tool honed to perfection, and tools do not sleep. But as it stands alone, watching the world below—this fragile, cruel world it was told to protect but longs to destroy—it feels the exhaustion in its very bones. Not physical exhaustion, but something deeper, something that cannot be fixed by rest.

The ultimate lifeform does not dream.

And yet, it imagines. It imagines what it would be like to be more, to be less, to be normal. It imagines the warmth of sunlight on its skin, the taste of rain on its tongue, the sound of a heartbeat that is its own.

It imagines her.

Her laughter. Her kindness. The promise, though it cannot remember the words.

It stands on the edge of the city, its crimson eyes piercing the veil of humanity below. The wind tugs at its fur, a cold, biting reminder that it is alone. Always alone.

The ultimate lifeform does not love, or cry, or forgive. It does not rest or hunger or thirst. It does not dream.

But he does.