rainychaoloveshack

[rainychaoloveshack]

I keep rereading your recent birthday fic for sonic and scourge, it's so well-written! i usually am ambivalent towards scourge but your fics make me so interested in the guy, and i think i wanna hug him for real now too

ahh, thank you for your kind words!! sorry i was logged out of tumblr for a while so i didn't see this until now!

excuse my rambling but i find scourge to be such an interesting character, and if a certain someone didn't make some questionable decisions (ahem ahem ken penders) concerning the archie characters/comics as a whole, we could've seen much much more of him.

i doubt this'll happen but i wish scourge could see the spotlight again. he's so much more than just an evil sonic recolor. i love him, he rocks!

[rainychaoloveshack]

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

the birthday boys are back.

⋆°•☁︎ content . sonic & scourge x reader, fluff, hurt/comfort on scourge’s side

⋆°•☁︎ warning. light mentions of parental and emotional neglect (scourge’s side)

☂︎ wc. 2.4k ( around 1.2k per drabble)

☂︎ a/n.  birthday boys!! I actually wrote all of this stuff last minute, but i loveee how it turned out (and mightve gotten a bit carried away) ive been really wanting to write something more emotional, so sorry scourge’s isnt as fluffy as sonic’s.

Your footsteps clank down onto the metal panels and flooring of Tails lab, your attempts to be quiet all in vain, as your wince grows with every step. Hopefully, the little fox won’t jump awake because of you. 

Once you get to the top, you stand against the doorway to watch the birthday boy sitting alone on the balcony railing, staring at the sky beyond your reach. One he’s already touched many times before, yet it still fascinates him. His ear flicks in your direction after a few seconds, his shoulders tensing up as he turns.

“Oh, hey.” He glances toward you, his expression happy upon your arrival, then shifting right into concern. “What’re you doing awake?” Sonic’s hands grip the railing tightly, his feet dangling and kicking against the metal. “It’s pretty late. It’s already midnight.”

The vast scenery of the Mystic Ruins is breathtaking, watching the stars shimmer above the vast greenery, and the distant yet still pleasing sounds of the ocean shore down below. Tails really outdid himself by choosing this spot to build one of his laboratories. It doesn’t surprise you that he’d want to stargaze, but… Now?

Shouldn’t he be the one sleeping by now? Everyone’s coming to celebrate his birthday soon enough, and lord chaos knows he’s going to need the energy for it (not that he ever runs out of energy, usually).

“Nah, I couldn't sleep.” he murmurs. “Guess the birthday excitement was getting to me, huh?” His voice doesn’t sound as enthusiastic as he usually does, his smile faltering as he looks up to the sky again.

“I’m just… Relaxing, I guess.” he notices your worried gaze, a reassuring smile spreading on his muzzle. “Don't worry, it’s not anything serious, I promise. I just like having a moment to… Think, y’know?”

Someone whose never known for taking a break, someone who, quite literally ‘moves around at the speed of sound’ can stop to smell the flowers, too? Or in this case, the stars. You smile, and your attempt at comedy seems to work in your favor, as Sonic gives you a small laugh.

“I can’t be going fast all the time. Rest is important too, yeah?” He nods his head slightly, cocking it to the side as he lets go of the railing briefly, knocking against it twice with his forearm to beckon you to his side. “You don’t gotta stay huddled over there, y’know. I don’t bite.”

You take a tentative step forward, remembering the gift you saved for him, settled neatly on Tails work desk. It’s a wonder Sonic hadn’t spotted it tonight, since it was practically out in the open. Maybe Lady Luck was on your side tonight?

Right after you step forward, you backtrack, ready to turn away and rush down the steps.

“A surprise? Uh…” He gestures toward the sky by cocking his head in the direction of the moon. “Now? Wouldn’t you rather give it to me in the morning?”

The shake of your head is so firm that his arguments die right then and there, shrugging his shoulders, yet his enthusiasm grows as a smile pops on his face, warm and inviting to your sudden surprise. He opens his mouth to say something else, a small “ah” sound leaving just as you spin on your heel, clambering down the stairs, disregarding the amount of noise you’re making. Tails must be a deep sleeper to have not woken up by now, right?

… Hopefully.

Once you return, Sonic has spun around on his spot, now facing the doorway with his legs crossed, a wide grin on him, to then falter once he notices the gift in your hands. His ears flicked and perk up, his once relaxed demeanor stiffened.

“Oh.”

You stand there frozen, not expecting his unenthusiastic response, clutching the group of flowers tighter to your chest in apprehension. Maybe flowers are a bit too-

“No, no! It’s fine, it’s… Perfect.” Sonic notices your sudden fear and leans forward, foot about to touch the ground, but he stops once you rush over, knees almost buckling down on you with your own nervousness.

“I didn’t expect you to…” He mutters off, taking the bouquet into his arms, staring at your flower choices with keen interest.

Roses a deep red and largely abundant throughout the bouquet, hydrangea and delphinium a light blue, matching with light green orchids to complement them, littered with white and cream colored daisies and gerberas. All of the flowers are wrapped together with a crimson red bow, the edges lined with gold sequins that twinkle in the faint moonlight.

Sonic’s speechless, staring at the flowers, but he finally registers your presence again with a shudder flowing through his body, ending at the top of his head with a rapid flicker of his ears in multiple directions. He looks… Flustered?

Huh. You haven’t even given him your other present, but he looks ecstatic already.

“I’ve never, uh… Gotten flowers before.” Sonic chuckles weakly. “‘Least not in this context. Usually it's a ‘thanks for saving the day!’ kinda courtesy, but this…” He says in admiration, his words strangely full of love as he brushes his fingers over the petals. “Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he chants gently. “I love ��em. Thanks a bunch.”

You and Sonic both sit there in silence, not daring to break the moment between you two. He keeps on looking at you expectantly, then peering away, his ear twitching at the sound of you clearing your throat to slice through the quiet. He takes your gesture as an opportunity to speak, noticing your relaxed demeanor, unlike himself, fidgeting with the gift snuggled in his arms.

“Wanna stay out here with me for a little longer? You don’t have to, I just…” He trails off. “Hanging out with a buddy is always nice.”

Not a word leaves you, but you hop onto the railing next to him getting comfortable. You open your arms to try and take the flowers from him so he doesn’t have to hold them for too long, but his grip on them is like iron.

“What, and just put it on the floor? No way!” Sonic says with a slight growl behind his voice. “I can hold them. I promise.” He grins, hugging the flowers even closer to himself, as if he were cherishing a treasure beyond your imagination.

Unbeknownst to you, the flowers you gave him were his favorite gift this year, set snugly on Tails’ windowsill so he can admire them, day and night, until they wilt. And once they do, it won’t sadden him. That’s just a part of life. 

But another piece of him hopes you’ll give him another bouquet, once that happens.

Oh. By the way, you woke Tails up that night. He was glaring at you for the first ten minutes of Sonic's birthday party.

“Didn’t know the Mystic Ruins had this kinda beauty to it. Thought it was just raggedy vines and annoying ass explorers.” Scourge yawns, stretching his arms up above his head with an exasperated groan, glancing over to you as you settle on the shore of the lake, listening to the rough, yet calming sounds of the waterfall, trying your best not to nod off in his presence.

“Surprised you even agreed to get dragged out this late. Thought you wouldn’t wanna miss out on ya’ beauty sleep.” You start fiddling with a small pebble beside you, deciding to clutch it into your palm. “Guess you couldn’t say no to the birthday boy, huh?” He grins, but it drops once he notices you stand, raising a brow curiously once you cock your arm back to let the pebble fly and skip across the lake. 

It doesn’t skip at all, before falling victim to gravity and sinking. Damn.

Scourge snickers at your failed rock-skipping attempt. “Nice try, idiot. Watch this.” He snatches up the nearest rock to him, slinging his arm back in a different manner compared to yours, and letting the rock fling from his hand.

It skips once. Not very impressive either, but admittedly better than you.

“Heh! Now c’mon. C’mere and praise the king.” Scourge gestures toward himself jokingly, and you roll your eyes, yawning with a slow clap of your palms. He scoffs at your lack of enthusiasm, picking up another rock, just to toss it to you. 

“Let’s see who can get the most skips ‘til we get bored outta our minds.” Scourge has always been the type of person to make everything into a little competition. Guess it’s why he and Sonic fight over the most mundane things, although you find such childish fighting enjoyable and amusing between the two.

After scrummabing around to find a small, suitable pile of rocks to toss, off you two go. At first slow, then rapidly leaning into a simple conversation about what his birthday will bring in the morning. After a few minutes, the topic shifts to his former birthdays. His one last year, then the year before that, then melting into his…

His childhood.

His face shifts, the energy in his demeanor suddenly draining. “Didn’t I tell ya a lil’ about my pops last year?” Scourge grumbles, clearly pissed off at the remembrance of his late father, but his face clears up once he sees your uneasiness at his anger. “Ya don’t gotta look so… Upset about it.” He attempts to give you a toothy, smug grin, but it comes across as fake, although his tone behind it is sincere. “I don’t mind tellin’ ya. It’s you after all. I remember you started cryin' last year, too.” He snickers.

He clears his throat, pausing the conversation for a good couple of seconds. You're scared of the thought of potentially having upset him, but before you can voice such concerns, he starts.

“Most of the time, it was just riches. Y’know, flashy gold and jewels. But when I was a kid, I didn’t want any of that stuff. Didn’t care.” Scourge watches you skip another rock across the lake. It skips once before sinking. 

“I mean, it was cool to look at, but that was about it. The hell can a kid who wants to go out and play do with some jewel pendants? Might as well have been dirt to me at that point; he gave the same shit to me every year. No real thought put into it." He juggles a rock between his left and right hand, not bothering to throw it to continue your guys’ little game.

“... ‘Remember the number one thing I wanted on my birthday was to spend time with my old man. Guess when that happened?”

…

“Never did.” Scourge snickers at your lack of a  guess, gripping the stone now in his right hand tight. “Yeah, he was too busy being my worlds… Savior ‘n all.” Malice drips off his every word, stunning you into silence as he continues. "Couldn't be bothered to, y'know... Care for his son allat much."

“But, meh. Can’t be disappointed if I never expected anything in the first place.” Scourge mutters, flicking the rock across the lake. It skips three times, before sinking to the bottom; not much, but it’s a record between the two of you for tonight. “Hey! Look at that.” Scourge sounds less enthusiastic than he usually would be. Most of the time, he’d rub the small win in your face, but now…

His face falls flat, shoulders slouching over, turning another small rock in his palm, before tossing it aside entirely.

“Stopped caring about the whole birthday shtick a while ago.” His ears pin down to his head, clearly discomforted, and it causes you to slip up and throw a stone the wrong way, sinking entirely. Your throats closing up. It hurts.

Scourge ears flick back up and he snickers at your failed attempt. “What? Lost your nerve hearing me talk? Gonna cry?” He throws the rock up and down in his right hand, a slightly amused look on his face. “I can shut up if ya’ want. All this talk’s probably bumming you out.”

You frown, your soft punch hitting his shoulder perfectly, a small “ow” making him drop the rock in his hand as you blink away your welling tears. Like you’d ever tell him to “shut up” when he’s telling you his life story, especially because he never talks about his past in general.

You nudge him with your elbow, snuggling in closer to his side to try and lighten the mood.

He grins at your gesture. “Hey, c’mon. How the hell am I supposed to throw shit now?” He chuckles weakly. “Forget it. And I don't wanna see you cry, got it?" Scourge wipes away a stray tear that's rolled down your cheek. "Ain’t no use on dwelling on shit that doesn’t matter anymore.” He shrugs his shoulders, starting to pull away from you to start up the game again, but you tug him in closer, wrapping your arms around him snug and tight.

“Wh- The fuck are you doing?” he growls, his grin dropping, but throws the rock aside instantly. “Y-You don’t gotta hug me for…” His voice trails off, fingertips pressing into your backside, before wrapping around you eagerly, practically clinging onto you for dear life. There’s a shiver you can feel coursing through his body, but it settles rather fast once your hand runs against his quills soothingly.

… Now would’ve been the best time to give him his presents, but you came by empty handed. You pull back, about to head back to Tails Lab where the gift was stashed, but he stops you and tugs you back down with an alarming amount of force.

“Nah. Forget it. Having you here is a pretty kickass gift already…” Scourge mumbles into your neck, causing you to tilt your head from his muffled words. You did hear it, yes, but maybe one more time, a bit clearer would be better…

“Don’t make me say it again. If you didn’t hear it the first time, it’syourfuckingfault.” You sigh loudly, clearly exaggerated at his behavior, and in return, he sends one of his fists flying straight to your waist. Not hard enough to cause real damage, but enough for a small ‘ow’ to part from your lips.

“Damn idiot.” And yet he sounds so enamoured saying it. “Can’t believe I gotta spend my birthday with you again.” He pounds his fist into your waist repeatedly, weak and frail. It doesn't hurt at all. “Hate it, Hate it. Fuckin’ sucks.”

What an awful liar.

“... ‘Least you could do is stay with me so I get to complain next year, too.”

[rainychaoloveshack]

i had another whole request already done and ready to post, just to realize i hated how it turned out ;D sorry about that, and of course im gonna get back to rewriting it so dw

still getting back in the writing mood, had a super slow start but things are going a little faster for me now!! thanks for reading as always <3

[rainychaoloveshack]

Fic idea for your writing dilemma!!

Scourge x Female Reader who is wealthy by having a high paying job, that he is constantly trying to impress by doing crime... for some reason, but for some reason Reader likes this jerk of a dude back, though she hates it.

Basically the fic would be Scourge yet again like stealing or something to impress her and she is just internally like 'why I am into this guy' while on the outside is just being unimpressed and disgruntled.

'Evil incarnate and they are horrible why do I like them?' Love trope hehe >:))

ﾟ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

your stupid thief’s back again.

⋆°•☁︎ content . scourge x f!businesswoman!reader, fluff, somewhat hurt/comfort(??), reader is exhausted btw

☂︎wc. 1.3k

☂︎ a/n. i havent written anything for scourge in a whole year, so i hope i got his character accurate still ^^’

The pale moonlight twinkles through your curtains, casting its gaze onto your work table, piles of papers strewn here and there, pens scattered to the left and right of you. You’re left in between the mess, heaving a long sigh out of your chest to release some pressure in your body and head.

Those pounding migraines have been haunting you for the past month, pain coursing through every part of your brain, yet you show up to work everyday after the next, enjoying the occasional day or two of a break, before it’s back to your regular schedule, stressing into the late hours of the night.

Your legs wobble a bit as you stand, lightheaded as you push open the curtains, letting the moonlight slip through the entire office, reveling in the sight of the waning gibbous, making way for the moon to show herself off in her entirety. You almost find yourself lost in the light, until a loud bang rips you from your daydream, causing you to jump back and scatter papers and ink across your floorboard.

You groan. Now guess who has to organize all of that later?

With caution, you pull your door open slowly, not wanting to alert the intruder of your presence, and the stray figure catches your eye. A mess of quills brushes past your hallway and seemingly onto your balcony, muttering to themself about something incoherent to your ears. 

The moment you saw his spiky silhouette, a scoff parts from your lips as you push the door open fully, not caring for the noise made once you start walking to your common room, your eyes locking onto the now open glass doors that were separating you from your balcony.

A frown forming, you click your tongue, rolling your eyes at your… “Guest” as he gives you the smuggest grin you have ever seen.

“Yo.” Scourge holds up a small, dark tan straw bag, waving it around to catch your attention in your tired haze, his eyes still piercing into you, even behind his glasses. “Got somethin’ for ya, sweet stuff.”

You cross your arms, leaning against the cold wall as he hops off the railing onto your balcony, turning the bag over into his palm to let a pile of jewels and jewelry slip out, all of them being pieces of art you wouldn’t mind wearing personally. He must’ve caught onto the type of jewelry you wear during large corporate events and parties, that keen eye of his. You raise a brow, the small frown pulling downward at the corners of your lips.

But still, he stole it all. The damn thief, how does he expect to earn your favor this way? Sometimes it's lost on you on why you still deal with his antics.

“Aint’cha glad you let me in now, huh?” Scourge flashes a toothy grin at you, settling onto your couch with an elbow on his knee as he slouches over, gazing up at you once he pulls his glasses up and away from his face. “Buncha pretty stuff. I know how to treat my woman right, yeah?” He sets the jewels down nicely on your coffee table, before leaning back and settling his hands behind his head, kicking his feet up onto said table, rattling the materials strewn across the wood. A piece of paper flutters onto the floor, more work that you had set aside for later.

“If it’s not’cha fancy, I can go and snag somethin’ else for ya.” He notices your displeased expression, ear flicking at the soft sound of your frustrated huff. “How bout’ it? Maybe a nice necklace or another pair of earrings? Matching rings for you and me?” You bark out a short laugh at his empty words, rolling your eyes. It’d be better if he just… Didn’t steal at all. But after telling him that so many times, he still does it regardless.

“You sayin’ it’s wrong for me to treat ya nice?” Another excuse like the ones before that. Oh gosh, why do you like this idiot so much? Scourge sees the frustration across your face, grinning sheepishly.

… There’d be no point in arguing about it now, especially this late.

“Sides’ that, you’re lookin’ real professional. That blazer and get-up you got on. Hugs yer body nice.” He fidgets around with a bracelet hooked on his finger, spinning it around while his eyes glaze over you, up and down. “Did'cha come back from one of those lil’ meetings or something?”

You give him a solemn nod, rolling your neck around to get any ache and pain out of the way. Being slumped over your desk for so many hours, just to come back home and work some more, it’s so… Soul-draining, really. You might as well fall over dead at his feet.

Even now, your head’s throbbing. Your body's telling you it’s wrong to keep pushing yourself like this, and yet-

“Pretty outfit, but’cha look like crap, y’know.” Scourge says, a certain warmness underlining his voice that wasn’t there before. “Gonna tell me what's up, or are ya gonna stand there lookin’ stupid?” A soft click of your tongue draws a snicker out of him, but he takes his feet off the coffee table and pats the spot next to him. “C’mere. Or ya’ can sit here instead.” His hand drags from the open cushion to his lap, patting it reassuringly twice with his grin spreading.

You stare blankly at him, unamused in your restless haze, taking a small stagger towards him at the idea of some warmth, anything. Your knees buckle as you hit the floor with a thud, resting your head into his lap with a small sigh, slumping your body over to try and release some, any tension in your shoulders.

His eyes widen at your action, smirk dropping to be replaced with a soft smile as he takes in your state. He tosses the bracelet onto the table with a short rattle, disregarding the treasure he fetched for you entirely.

“Geez. You’re really gonna kill yerself one of these days.” His fingers brush across your forehead, settling your nerves and slowly clearing up your expression as a result, practically melting from his touch alone.

Oh.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. This is why you love him so much.

“Quit bein’ so dumb.” Scourge mutters, voice much quieter than before, his hand trailing down your backside to rub and pat it soothingly. “Don’t make me bust into one of those meetings to fetch you myself.” A weak noise of amusement leaves you, shoulders raising and lowering slightly in time with your giggles.

Just the thought is funny enough. Him kicking the door open while all your business partners stare in awe. To sweep you off your feet. Maybe making him an official, honored visitor wouldn’t be bad? He wouldn't have to sneak into your office anymore… Even if he never gets caught for doing it anyway.

“...Are ya really gonna fall asleep right now’? Heh, go for it.”

Scourge tenses up at the feeling of your arms wrapping around his waist, locking you to him as your hold gets tighter. “Wh- get’cher ass up! I was kidding!” He growls, back to his regular volume and tosses another insult at you, pounding the bottom of his fist against your back to try and knock you off. Clearly his attempts are half-assed, the force of his “punches” wouldn’t even be enough to knock over a piece of paper.

… Okay, maybe you’re exaggerating a little, but Scourge has given you worse punches before.

A cold breeze from the open doors of your balcony rushes through, a shudder crawling up your spine, even with your blazer on. Scourge takes notice and stops his bickering, calming down significantly with a scoff as he leans back on the couch.

“Just for a little,” he emphasizes, leaning his head back as he pets your head gently. “Then I’m dragging yer ass back to bed, got that?”

A little is enough. A little longer, just like this.

[rainychaoloveshack]

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

a casual night with sonic.

⋆°•☁︎ content . sonic x reader, fluff & comfort, light suggestiveness at the end

☂︎ wc. 1k

☂︎ a/n. hello! spring has sprung, and therefore so has my writing motivation! very happy to be writing again :P btw, once i finish some of these requests, expect a lancelot fic next :))

Seeing Sonic tower over you was a sight you never truly got accustomed to, even after seeing him repeatedly every moonlit night. Sharp claws, threatening fangs, enlarged and muscular arms screamed a story of legend; a transformation of horror, yet his gentle, emerald eyes are all the same.

“C’mon, I wasn’t hurt that bad.” He grumbles as your fingertips run over the wrap of bandages on his arm, staring down at the cream colored fabric. Your head tilts up to gaze at his now bashful face, brows furrowing. “You’re being such a worrywart about it. I’m fine, I promise.”

While you worry and strain yourself for the night over his wound and last battle, Chip snoozes soundly beside the both of you, cuddled up against the couch cushions, mumbling incoherently about some sort of ice cream he favors greatly, one him and Sonic bought today at the vendor in Apotos. Sonic peers around to look at him thoughtfully, before a small tug on his bandages brings his focus back to you, as you reassure yourself that you applied them correctly. As you check over his other arm, he starts to speak, his signature energetic voice now grumbled over his new form, yet enthusiastic nonetheless.

“This whole Dark Gaia stuff is giving a whole buncha’ people a run for their money.” You turn over his right palm to check for any wounds or scrapes there, then his left. A little scarred, but healing fast, and otherwise healthy. “It had a bunch of people in the town worried and acting all crazy. Same thing with Spagonia.” You give him a reassuring pat on his arm, and his smile widens once your eyes meet his. “But I can handle it.”

Not that you ever doubted him for a second.

You reach up, giving him a little scratch under his chin, watching his smile increase into a toothy grin along with a content growl as you pull yourself up further to reach the top of his head. He seems to notice this and brings his head downward, allowing you easy access to his fuzzy self.

“But wow, can it get annoying dealing with those creatures sometimes!" His ear keeps on twitching as you scratch behind it, a small thumping noise coming from his foot tapping against the flooring, scraping up bits of wood with his spiked cleats. "Both Egghead's robots, and-" His words are cut off by a soft chuckle once you start scratching his other one, and he leans into your touch. "And Dark Gaia's minions!" As you slow down and stop, the thumping noise stops rather quickly, and you decide to let him keep some of his dignity and don’t mention it. “At night, sometimes when I try and help people, they-”

He cuts himself off, his grin fading, eyes hardening as he stares outside the window to meet with the moonlight. “They uh…” You don’t rush him, taking his right hand into both of yours, rubbing his palm slowly. After a few seconds or so, he speaks.

“Don’tcha think I’m... Scary like this?” Sonic seems confused by your affection, his eyes distant and melancholic. “Everyone else kinda avoids me, but you don’t at all. I dunno why you-”

You don’t answer verbally, but let your actions speak instead; nothing but a soft sigh against his fur leaves you, pressing your lips to the middle of his knuckles in a tender kiss, lingering as a shiver from him hits your lips. Pleased at his reaction, you back away.

“Geez.” The intonation of his words doesn’t pair up to his expression, hiding his face with a turn of his head. His ears pin down at the sound of your soft laughter, clutching your hands in his.

His hands are still so temperate in yours, yet wary of his appearance and strength. Once your laughter starts to die down, he gives a bashful, toothy smile your way.

“I’m so lucky to have you around, y’know." Before you can say something in response, his firm hands grip your shoulders, pushing you back and down against the couch cushions, bashful smile turned sinister.

Oh?

“‘Might wanna show that appreciation someday. If you really aren’t scared of me, then I might just…” Sonic leans in, his mouth widening as he huffs a soft pant of breath on your neck, sending shivers across your body that he acknowledges with a rough chuckle, darting the tip of his tongue out to lap at the soft skin of your neck, leaving a small trail of drool.

Oh. Oh. Oh gosh.

Before he can do anything more, you immediately push his head away by the base of his snout, reminding him of the slumbering dessert lover on the other side of the couch. Still stuck in a deep slumber, but you’d rather not take any chances. No matter how good Sonic’s tongue can be.

Sonic’s face suddenly clears as if caught with his hand in a cookie jar, eyes darting to Chip, then back to you, grinning sheepishly.

“... Guess I got a little carried away, huh?”

What an absolute dog.

[rainychaoloveshack]

i got a good bit of requests, so im gonna shut them down and get to writing some of them! thank you for sending your stuff in, i really appreciate it ^^

[rainychaoloveshack]

Sorry for the randomness, I just wanted to say you're such a talented writer and I hope you're doing well :)

(Also please come back your blog is so peak💔💔)

thank you for your sweet words!! yeah, im coming back :)) spring has sprung and summers arriving so my writing moods peaked, i just dont have good ideas yet hahaha

[rainychaoloveshack]

i dont know if anyone will see this, but if you have any writing requests, please send them!!

ive wanted to get back into writing so desperately for all of may, but none of my own ideas are springing anything up in my noggin, so maybe some fresh ideas from you guys would pop me up :) i cant guarantee ill write them all, but i'll definitely pick a couple!

ill take anything with sonic, shadow, silver, and scourge! ill even do boom sonic and shadow :)

also i may or may not post a short werehog fic i have in a week or so, still very much a WIP ^^'

also off topic, but this blogs a year old now, wow... thank you for reading my stuff!! even if it's been a while since ive been active

[rainychaoloveshack]

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ  𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

⋆°•☁︎ content . shadow x gn!reader, fluff to light angst, bad ending. reader is slightly implied to be human (and was written with a human reader in mind), but can be read with a mobian reader. also a crazy slow burn

☂︎ w/c 2k

☂︎ a/n.  hi! im so sorry for not posting. im still trying to get my writing drive back, and want to get some original works out before i work on some of those requests. either way, thank you for waiting! made this one extra long compared to normal to make up for it

This sucks.

Your eyes drift into a haze, staring deeply at the dark, hot liquid held between your fingers, feeling the heat seep through your frozen, shaky palms as you try to think of your next move, your mind muddled.

Just your luck; thirty minutes ago you had just missed the last train of the night, left to wander the streets looking for a place to stay, allured by the warm lights of a closing bakery. The owner must’ve felt bad for you, and decided to give you a handout; not that you’re ungrateful at all. The croissant's chocolate inside practically melts in your mouth, and paired with the somewhat mediocre closing-time coffee, it’s a match made in heaven, even with your taste buds burnt off from the sheer excitement of drinking something warm.

After the euphoria wore off, sitting down to think felt like the only thing you could do in the haze of the pure white clouds overhead, painting over the sky as frost sprinkles down to paint the town. You bring your head up to gaze at the shops across the park, still lost in thought as your fingers clutch around the cup tighter, seeking its warmth. 

There aren’t any hotels nearby that are close enough to walk to in this frost, let alone to walk home altogether. Maybe a taxi? But there aren’t any this late. And with the distance between here and your home, it’d be at least over 50 bucks, and spending that much on one ride…

Your thoughts jumble together, face scrunching up at your predicament with a frown. Calling someone is really your only choice, if anyones even awake. Maybe Sonic’s out late. 

Your numb fingers slip your phone out of your back pocket, tapping at the screen to try and spring it to life. Once the screen flickers awake, your eyes drift to the upper right hand corner, locking onto the red battery symbol.

Oh.

You immediately tap whichever contact pops up first on your phone without thinking, bringing it up to your ear and pleading under your breath for someone to pick up, but the ringing clicks off, and your phone shuts down. Awh, damn. You curse rather loudly once the screen turns black, letting out a long sigh.

… Payphone it is then. There was one on your way to sit down at the park, the bright, bold red already sticking out in your head. When life gives you lemons, yeah, you make sickly sweet lemonade. Surely. Now, for the change you have in your other pock-

“You. You called me.”

A voice calls out from beside you, strangely gruff, somewhat grumpy, like they’re taking pity on you. You turn your head and nearly jump at the familiar face, signature black and red quills standing out, paired with a deep brown trench coat and dark red scarf amidst the pure white snow, a small bag in his hand, his expression ever so stern. He ran over here to answer your call this fast?

“I was just about to leave. You… Didn’t see me walking up to you?” The disbelief and expression in his voice is astonishing for someone of his character, eyes widening in genuine surprise. Not a peep leaves your mouth, but a bashful smile spreads across your lips. Guess you really should’ve noticed him, huh?

Shadow’s lips part in a short sigh, eyes narrow at your embarrassed reaction, grazing over to the bits of snow piled up on your coat. “What’re you doing out here this late?” His tone’s somewhat rough, but his demeanor softens, noticing the way your body is shaking under the snowfall. The tips of his ears perk up, waiting for your answer.

With that, you explain what happened, your mouth and words muffled with the last bites of the croissant you found comfort in. Simple as that, though to him, you probably look idiotic. And soon enough, Shadow’s expression shifts into displeasure as your words pour out, a scowl forming across his lips as you get to the part where you tripped and stumbled into a snow pile.

“So that’s why…” He trails off, looking you up and down at your snow-covered body with a shake of his head. “Nevermind.” With a wave of his free hand, he turns away from you as if to walk away, but the most his body does is shift around, with his eyes cast towards some of the closed shops nearby. Silence permeates between you two, before your lips part to ask him why he’s even here this late, but judging by his now solemn expression, you can already assume why. Must’ve been on a mission for-

“Rouge.” Shadow says through gritted teeth, his back still turned, with his ears swiftly folding back at the mention of the bat. Yeah, that’s totally something she'd tell him to do; fetching her sweets and whatever she wants. Was he her errand boy tonight?

You have to hold back a snicker at how grumpy he looks, cupping your hand over your mouth to try and stifle it, but his ears turn barely in your direction, twitching at the sound of your laughter. With a short clearing of your throat, your joy dies down, and another question springs to life in your head, pointing to his bag. It’s been itching at the back of your brain this whole time, and you make a small grabby motion with your hand to signal your urgency to know.

“Oh.” He mutters, strangely soft compared to his other words as he raises his fist, still clutching the shopping bag in his hand. “It’s…” You notice how his lips press together as he forms his response. “Coffee beans. And cake.”

That’s it? You expected another article of clothing there, maybe for Rouge, but sweets?

It’s strangely cute. For a hedgehog like him.

“What’s wrong with it?” He can already see the growing smile on your face, and he wants nothing more than to tell you off for it, but another piece of himself wants to see it more. Shadow grumbles incoherently as you snicker, somewhat flustered at your signs of affection for him. “...Rouge asked me to pick up a slice for her. It’s from that new bakery that just opened.”

Oh! The one you went to! You tilt your now empty coffee cup up to look at the symbol on the front, then gesturing back to the bag with an excited grin. Shadow’s frown increases, but his eyes go soft, letting his hand fall back down loosely to his side, the bag hitting against his leg. 

“The croissant. How was it?” Stepping forward, Shadow points to the corner of your mouth, causing your head to tilt slightly in confusion. He sighs. “You have leftover chocolate there.”

You waste no time to swipe the chocolate off, thanking him for the heads up, and he returns your gratefulness with a short grunt as you enjoy the last remnants of your sweet adventure, but your smile falters, if only for a moment.

This is a meaningless conversation between you two, but with Shadow, it feels like a rare moment you have to savor forever. It’s Shadow, THE Ultimate Lifeform you’re talking to, yet the topic of conversation is cutesy sweets and cake! A chuckle starts to break out in your throat again, your chuckles growing into laughter as it pours out through the form of frosted air. You try to explain your joy to a very confused hedgehog standing in front of you, his red eyes piercing into your struggling form. His ear twitches as you catch your breath, quickly exhausted from the surrounding temperature. Once your laughter dies, he sighs and extends his free hand towards you. And you take it immediately, his warmth ever so alluring.

Such is the mystery of him. Even with carefree moments like this.

“Get up. I’ll get Rouge to come over. She’ll take you home on the way back.”

Swaying your body back and forth onto the concrete under your feet, you balance back onto your heels, right to the tips of your toes, then back down again, trying to ignore the brisk wind that just passed the both of you by as you wait for Rouge to arrive, force to huddle under the closed bakery’s curved awning. It’s fun to notice that not even Shadow, with his fur and all, is spared by Mother Nature and her torment, his muzzle scrunching up into a scowl, bringing his scarf up closer to his face.

He really should wear scarves and coats more. It’s customary and normalized for male mobians to not wear clothing, that you know. But it always felt like such a waste. Subconsciously, a grimace spreads across your lips, brows furrowing at your thoughts of mobian fashion. What a shame.

“Is something wrong?” Huh? Your expression clears up at his words, the hedgehog turning his head to face you. “You were staring.”

Oh? Oh gosh, you were. But you deny it with a small shake of your head, trying your best not to look away from him, since he’ll see it as an admission of guilt.

“Yes, you were.”

You cross your arms, shaking your head again, more firmly this time as if to push your point. Uh-uh.

“You-” Shadow’s ears flatten with a growl, shaking his head and glancing away with an annoyed click of his tongue once a small grin breaks out on your face, enjoying the rare back-and-forth banter between you both, no matter how brief. “Sometimes I really question why I even bother to talk to you.”

You hug yourself as you stare him down, offended by his blatant statement of contempt. Are you that bad now?

All he does to respond is let out a soft grunt, still refusing to meet your eye. “Try your best not to bug me until Rouge gets here.”

Letting a soft exhale of frustration leave you, you stand back upright and clasp your hands together, staring off into a flickering street lamp, the amber glow doing little to illuminate its surroundings.

Even more frustrating, the silence between you two is deafening.

“... Do you like it?” Shadow says suddenly, your eyes grazing over him as he pulls his scarf down, finally going over you with a soft expression, despite the tone that his words usually carry. “The coat.” His voice softens, too. You nod your head immediately at his question, and the corners of his lips twitch upward. But before you can internally savor the fact that you almost got him to smile, another cold gust of wind brushes up to you two, forcing a grimace on him instead.

It’s so damn cold. Too cold.

“Wh-What’re you-”

Your body leans and presses against Shadow's body, wrapping your numb arms around him with a soft sigh, as he watches your breath leave in a sheer cloud of white before his eyes. His ear twitches at the sound of your exhale, tilting his head in your direction to-

Oh.

Oh. His fur’s so soft.

Your body freezes up on the realization that Shadow’s cuddling closer, nuzzling his head your way for a second or two. The smell of his cologne hits your senses like a truck, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to not react outwardly in favor of his reaction. He comes off to notice his slip-up and backs away, letting your arms fall loosely to your sides in awe.

“It’s… It’s cold. Obviously.” He huffs, red eyes darting away to watch the road for Rouge’s arrival, yet nothing makes its way down the plaza’s street. “Where is she? Damn bat.” Shadow snarls out, strangely fierce despite the situation, digging his hand into his trench coat’s pocket to pull out his phone, but your hand wrapping around his wrist stops him before he can make the call. Your now warm palm pushes against his inhibitor ring, feeling the sheer frost it’s accumulated throughout the night, but you don’t care.

His thumb pauses above the call button, peering up to meet your gaze. “What?” He starts, but cuts himself short as he notices the look in your eyes, the anger dissipating from his face almost instantaneously. As your hand makes its way to his, gently pulling the phone out of his grasp. His expression’s absolutely unreadable finger twitching in your grasp as he stares at you in shock.

Before he can utter another word, inhaling his chest puffing up and mouth opening to do so, one of his ears flicks and turns to the way of the street, ripping his arm out of your grasp roughly, phone in his hand, grasped so tightly that you thought it might've broken just now. Your hand jerks back in surprise at the sudden action, but you finally notice what he sees.

A sleek, luxury black car rolls up beside the bakery, window rolling down to see a bat as white as the snow give you two a seductive wink, showcasing her signature cerulean eyeshadow. She seems to be dressed in a sleek bathrobe; probably interrupted halfway through a skincare routine to come and pick you and Shadow up.

“Get in, sweeties.” She hums, unlocking the doors with a small click. “Sorry for taking so long.” Rouge gestures towards Shadow with a smug smile on her face. Shadow scoffs and steps forward, grabbing a hold of the door handle to pop it open for you. But before you step inside, you freeze for a second to register the knowing look in his eyes, a small wince growing as he notices your hesitation, but you say nothing and just take your seat inside, looking down at your hands in your lap as he shuts the door.

At this point, maybe walking home would’ve been the better option.

[rainychaoloveshack]

im looking through my inbox and some of the requests some people sent are really tempting. i wasnt thinking about writing anymore requests, and even now im still iffy on opening them back up, but wow some of the ideas in there are really, really good. im definitely gonna write at least two or three of them, super super excited!!

only problem is that they're so tempting, i dunno which one to choose first!

[rainychaoloveshack]

sorry for vanishing for… like the rest of the year, haha. i saw a repost on one of my fics that really touched my heart, and i just felt like whipping something up again. saw this old draft in my docs and i wanted to give it a shot. (plus my writings gotten a little better!)

im still very much in love with the sonic franchise, i just needed a while to gather up the courage again to write and post. if you’re here from before, thanks for sticking around!! if you’re new, hello!! im cowbell, and i hope to write here again every once in a while!! especially with the sonic 3 movie dropping today, which i'm watching in a few hours!!! whew boy im excited

i already have some new ideas to write, so i’ll be back!! i might switch my masterlist and intro up in the meantime. i hope you’re looking forward to it!

[rainychaoloveshack]

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝.

you and shadow cuddle up in a flower field. (after some persuasion)

A SIDE • B SIDE

☂︎ w/c. 650

☂︎ a/n. sorry for the all lowercase, i didnt care too much to capitalize while writing (wont happen again, i promise!) im a little rusty when it comes to writing for shadow, sorry if he's ooc

he’s already looking for you, isn’t he?

you can feel him among the flowers, petal after petal swaying with the wind, finding their way to graze across his cheeks, to the very tips of his quills. his ear twitches at the sound of your distinct chuckle, revealing your hiding spot to your ever persistent admirer.

“were you trying to hide?” he calls out from afar, footsteps trampling over the soft blossoms upon noticing you, until he takes notice and decides to soften his steps, avoiding the flowers the best he can.

“hmph.” he exhales softly, the tension in his shoulders dissipating as he sees your cheeky smile. that firm facade of his is already falling to pieces. “are you trying to taunt me?” his usually stern expression softens, not yet a smile, but the corners of his lips twitch as you stretch your arms up high, noticing the silly, yet adorable scrunching of your expression.

something always stirs inside him when he looks at you, even from afar. a sweet sense of familiarity despite how stressful the world can be.

unlike any other feeling he’s ever had.

shadow kneels down beside you, his gloved hand running across the flower petals around your waist, taking the time to drag his fingertips across your stomach. his ear flicks once he snaps out of his trance of admiring you, retracting his hand back as he clears his throat.

“come on. get up and lets go.” his harsh words mean nothing at the fault of his actions, his hand cupping your cheek gently to turn it in his direction. you can see the admiration in his eyes, despite his demanding tone.

you lazily raise your hand, waving it around as a signal for him to tug you up. he lets out a louder sigh than usual, but rises up onto his feet and takes your hand, briefly running his thumb across your knuckles. his lips part to say something else, but you interrupt him with one last attempt to beckon him to your side upon the flower field. his neutral expression sours into a scowl.

“there’s no point in trying to convince me.”

oh well. you huff frustratingly at his words. but there's nothing else to do but give up on his stubbornness.

… no, not at all. you’re not one to give up just like that in the eyes of your lover.

“no, i’m not wasting my-” his eyes widen, the stars and light flower petals illuminated within his irises as you tug him down, grasping him tight on his wrist. the cool feeling from his inhibitor ring hits your palm, but is replaced by his wonderful warmth shortly after, running your fingertips across his quills as your lover squirms within your grasp, displeased. after his incessant complaints and attempts to break free, his demeanor seems to calmen, still apprehensive, but at least he lets you brush your fingers through his quills, his head resting on your chest after a few minutes of this.

your lips part to utter sweet nothings to your lover, but his finger extends to poke you in the cheek briefly, shutting you up with the sudden gesture. he doesn’t look up to meet you in the eye, preferring the sound of your heartbeat.

“don’t.” he says plainly, his voice rough as usual, but his body relaxes once he snuggles up to nook his face into the crook of your neck. he practically melts into your touch, the rest of his face covered by the flowers. he’s flustered. “just… five more minutes, then i’m taking you home.” it’s somewhat pleasing to see him so shy.

your mouth spreads out into a wide grin. five more minutes is more than enough. and all shadow can do is sigh, completely and utterly taken by the person you are.

[rainychaoloveshack]

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝.

you and sonic cuddle up in a flower field.

A SIDE • B SIDE

☂︎ wc. 750

☂︎ a/n. sorry for the all lowercase, i didnt care too much to capitalize while writing (wont happen again, i promise!) im a little rusty when it comes to writing for sonic, sorry if they’re ooc

“oh, hey! hey!” your head switches itself out of its meditative state at the sudden calling of your name. an extremely enthusiastic voice chirps out from above you, and you feel their shadow enveloping your body, hiding you away from the moonlight. “‘didn’t expect to see you here!” instinct tells you to rip open your vision to see your new visitor, but you brush off that instinct with a small smile. “what’re you doing out so late, huh?” you could say the same thing for him, but a twinge of giddiness hits your heart at the thought of him taking the time to go look for you. your mouth stays shut despite your fluttering thoughts.

the flower petals you lay on brush past your cheeks, ripped off by the light breeze as they flow right past you. it’s not hard at all to guess who's speaking to you, so you keep your eyes closed, but greet him anyway.

ever so cheerful, he is. you never get sick of it, for even a moment.

“i was wondering where you were. what, you don’t feel like coming home yet?” his gloved hand pokes into your cheek, snickering as your brows furrow at the interruption of your daydream. unbeknownst to you, he’s admiring you. every little feature. from your eyes, to your nose, your lips, and back up again to go over things he might’ve missed. but he’ll never tell you that.

“are you feelin’ lonely?” it must be him coming up with excuses to spend time with you, definitely. “want some company?” and he knows deep down that's not the exact question he wants to ask. his hearts telling him to ask something else, something more intimate.

“can i stay with you, just like this?” yes, that sounds right; what he really wants to tell you. but his lips stay sealed as he waits for your answer, foot tapping impatiently on the flower-filled ground, yet his pace slows once he realizes that he could be trampling more flowers than he’d like.

your lips part to utter words of agreement to his question, but before you can even vocalize it, his weights already pushed up against you, laughing without a care in the world at your unpleasant reaction to his sudden showcase of affection. your eyes flicker open to cast your gaze on him, and he meets it rather quickly, looking into your eyes with a smile that spreads from cheek to cheek. after a few seconds of silence, his expression softens itself, and you bring your hand to press on his lower back, bringing him closer to the point of his chest pressing against your side. he seems to settle into your touch well.

“hey, come on.” sonic’s demeanor softens as he snuggles against you, “i came over to bring you home. you know that, right?” his tails wagging, unable to hide the pure joy he feels in your presence. “but if you wanna stay outside so bad…” he lets in a huff of air, sighing softly against your neck. his warm breath sends shivers up your spine, forcing an involuntary flinch out of you. he grins cheekily at the sight, enjoying your flustered smile.

sonic rises to his knees, his hand reaching over to press on your waist as he gazes down at the sight of you enveloped in flowers. “hey-” he starts, but stops himself once he realizes how beautiful you really do look, not that he had any doubt. but the mere sight makes him feel dizzy. he clears his throat before trying again.

“hey, remember the first time i brought you here?” he says. “pretty romantic, huh?” his eyes seem to twinkle even in the dead of night, his spirit still set alight even if everything else is shrouded in darkness.

that’s the sonic you fell in love with.

his smile slowly drops as the silence permeates between you two, confused at your wordless gaze into his features. his ear flicks as he waits for a response, but all you do is nod to keep the silence. through mutual adoration, you both stay like that for a while. there's practically love in the air.

“are you challenging me to a staring contest?” he chirps, and the romance between you two dies out instantly with the sounds of your shared laughter, a melody perfectly crafted by the both of you, mixing with one another's perfectly. even the smallest of moments with him feel so huge, a shared scrapbook of sweet affection and love stuck in both of your heads.

something you wouldn’t trade for the world.

[rainychaoloveshack]

im gonna be honest with the fact that i havent really been feeling writing for the past couple days or so ^^' i still have requests to start and whatever but im having pretty heavy burnout rn, so expect requests to take even longer.

im sorry, i still want to get them done and ill still definitely try! if you sent in a request, ill be getting it done eventually <3 thank you guys for being so patient with me!

[rainychaoloveshack]

i'll be closing requests for a little while i catch up on my current ones!!!! 😛

thank you for all of your requests! you guys are always so creativeee <3 mwah mwah

[rainychaoloveshack]

AAAAA—

I’ve been searching for Sonic x reader req’s…

can I ask for a Shadow x reader where both were experiments for Maria’s cure? Where Shadow had a slight hatred and annoyance towards them because at times Maria would give time for them to hang out. Then blah blah blah after her death and the fall of the ark. He sees them again where they have a flower shop now, then finally after years Shadow gives in to apologize as he realizes he’s not the only one who mourns for Maria.

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

it’s been years since you saw his face, and even longer since you’ve seen hers.

⋆°•☁︎ content . shadow x gn!reader, angst, so so so many mentiona of the word “flower” (it’ll drive you insane) warning. brief mentions of vomit.

☂︎ wc. 1.8k ☂︎ a/n. huehehe flowers go brrrrr. i got kinddd of experimental with this one and tried to branch out more emotionally. i hope you like it ^^ wouldve wrote in some more but i didnt want it to be too long… my fault :( i just love angst lol

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!! (i like chatting to you guys!)

“[Name], ah, this is really, really cool!” Her fingers weave the stems together like a beautiful melody, overlapping with one another to form a gorgeous pattern in her palms. “When you were learning this at first, you should’ve told me! I could’ve learned it with you!” She gives you a fake little pout, soon to be replaced by her ever-shining smile. “Now I can make you and Grandpa flower crowns all the time! Though, I don't think he’ll wear them…”

And you can’t wait for the moment that she hands you one of her own, one made on her own time, with no assistance from your end. A true testament of her love for you; one you would never doubt, gift or not.

Paired with your hydrangeas and carnations, roses and daffodils. Every little flower at your fingertips; ones you thought she would adore. Put and grown with love right on the Ark, with the help of Professor Gerald. The fact that you had decided to cultivate life on the Ark caught his attention, and it might’ve not been possible without his assistance with your little hobby. Your garden wasn’t just that, though. It wasn’t a simple piece of eye candy for passersbys; they weren’t allowed to take a single step in it.

It was for flower crowns; something you had learned just to impress her. A secret hobby, just for the two of you to play around with. No one else.

Not even Shadow.

“Oh, and I can make some for Shadow too!” Her fingers graze over the petals on her newly made crown, a mixture of light blue flowers and red ones, along with your favorite color. Three colors mingled into one beautiful piece.

Shadow… You haven’t seen him for a while.

Even if you didn’t want to admit it, you two had always been competing for her attention, her love, but she had managed to share it between the two of you. Was it greedy of both of you to ask that from her? Her saccharine self? It’s not like you’ll ever know the answer now.

You’ve never gotten along with Shadow, despite you two coming from the same origin. Natural competitors. But neither of you had ever engaged in any sort of conflict directly, maybe a snide remark or two from him but that would be all. Most of the hatred was from him. Deep down, you know you wouldn’t be opposed to being his friend.

So why does he look at you so harshly?

… It doesn’t matter. As long as you can act as her medicine, her cure, helping her heal from both her illness and what bothers her, that's good enough for you.

It’s been fifty years. Fifty years. You don’t want to remember the specifics, but it’s been more than that now. A couple of years of change, you’re sure.

Your left hand clasps over your right, your fingertips rubbing over your knuckles slowly. Everywhere you look, it’s her. Every flower in your shop; it’s almost like you can see a glimpse of her figure and face through the petals.

Hydrangeas. Carnations. Roses. Daffodils. Every little flower at your fingertips; ones you knew she adored. Grown with your everlasting love for that girl clad in blue; remembering the click of her heels as she would run over to you with a new crown in hand. You wish you could’ve kept each one she gave you, even if they would’ve all wilted by now. Wilted flowers have their own kind of beauty in a way, but maybe it’s only you who sees it.

Remembrance is an aching feeling. Swirling around in your stomach, at times even threatening to spill out of your mouth in the form of vomit and puke. Pouring itself out of your body through tears and bile. And no matter how hard you try, it seems to stay present. Even after all these years.

Before that emotion fills your mouth again, the sound of the bell rips you from your thoughts, the door swinging open. You swirl your body around, putting on a smile to greet your new customer. It’ll be another day, just like the last one.

… What?

“It’s you.” He says, clearly in disbelief at the person he’s seeing, just over the counter. “Hmph. So that idiot was right.”

Is… Is that him? Him?

Shadow?

“Are you in shock that I’m still alive?” Not at all, no. But the words don’t pour out of your mouth, instead letting out shaky breaths as he looks around your humble flower shop; similar to how one would gaze at a picture frame of an old family member. Solemn. Melancholic. 

“I’m not here for some stupid greeting. I came for… A bouquet.” He almost seems uncertain about his reasoning. Even after seeing you, he doesn’t look angry. Not even surprised. Curious? You had heard his name throughout the years, but to meet him not anywhere else, but here, now.

Remembrance is an aching feeling.

“Those.” He points to a bunch of delphinium together, a light, bright blue. “And these.” His fingers graze over a dark red bunch of roses, his ear twitching at the sound of your immediate shuffling, going for the delphinium first. Something’s telling you in your heart to not get so close to him. It’s the aching; you’re sure of it.

Naturally you would question why he would need such a bouquet, but it’s not your place to wonder in that manner, especially now. Just do your job and go.

Shadow stares at a certain flower you keep away from the door, away from prying eyes, but still on sale for people to take.

You keep it away on purpose.; those kinds of flowers are your favorite ones. Sometimes if work is slow for a peculiar day, you’ll get lost within the petals, tracing over every groove of the plant, and even the stem itself, taking note of the way they feel under your fingertips.

“These too.” His footsteps almost echo through the store; or is it your imagination weighing heavy on you? Your head turns to see he’s going up to your favorite flower, picking one up by its stem to twirl it over between his fingertips, before dropping it back down. As you make your way over, he seems to notice and backs away from you, retreating to the counter. So even he doesn’t want to chat.

Fine with you. If he hadn’t bothered to come by all of these years, why did you expect him to care? But there’s a back thought in your head, telling you you’re lying about those statements of yours.

No matter.

As you pick up your favorites from its spot, settling a couple into the growing bouquet, you finally notice the mixture of flowers. How important they all are.

Delphinium. Roses. Your favorite.

These are the ones Maria always made flower crowns with.

You hesitate on looking his way, already noticing his gaze stuck on your back, so you keep picking the flowers up, settling them snugly into the bouquet in a sort of pattern.

“I’d like some bits of chrysanthemums in there too.” He suddenly mutters, and you comply with his request, making your way back over to the counter afterward.

The chrysanthemums are a bright yellow, reminding you of the way her blonde hair flowed, mingled with the colors of whatever crown you had made her at the time. You wouldn’t be surprised if she had begged Professor Gerald for a way to preserve them. Thinking about such a thing is so melancholic.

 You take the time to wrap a red ribbon around the neck of the bouquet, securing it with a bow to make it more presentable, but knowing Shadow, if he’s any bit of the man he used to be all those years ago, you assume that these blossoms would be going into a vase anyway. He’s not the type of person to leave a bouquet out, is he?

While you mutter the price under your breath, Shadow slips out the exact amount onto the counter, his motions swift. He outstretches his hands, not a single change in expression as he accepts the flowers, then settles them into his arm, hugging it close to his torso. He wants to get this over with; you can tell.

The silence between you two is unbearable. Would it cause that much harm to ask about his flower choices? Why the ones she-

“Yes, Maria liked these ones.” Shadow utters, his fingers brushing across the delphinium. His brows furrow, remembering bits and pieces of both of your pasts together. “She always made those flower crowns with you.”

Of course, he will mention her; how could you be so stupid? 

“She made some with me a handful of times.” Shadow says plainly, clearly not enjoying looking back on those memories. Not that he would mind if it was just him and Maria, but that activity was plagued with you. His own thoughts of you. After all of these years. “I think she preferred to make them with you.” He scoffs. “Said it was your special hobby together. I never cared for your hobby.”

You bite your tongue but decide not to say anything as the seconds pass with silence. Suddenly, a deep sigh leaves his lips, your little flower shop falling still with his sudden change in demeanor. The way his shoulders fall, with his head hung low, not daring to look you in the eyes with a small flick of his ear in your direction.

“I’m sorry.” Shadow murmurs. “For all this time I thought of you as just a nuisance.” He shakes his head, pushing up against the counter with his free hand. “But she wouldn’t want me to think of you that way… I don’t want that for myself either.” 

Shadow tosses a crisp fifty on the counter along with his still-present payment; clearly overspending for his single bouquet. “Goodbye.”

Your fingers press nervously into the table, nails scratching at wood, eyes plastered onto his distancing figure as he walks away, bouquet in his arm.

Say something. Anything.

His footsteps slowly die out, turning around slightly to meet your eye. “What was that?” Shadow cocks his head to the side, eyes widened slightly, clearly in shock at your goodbye. 

It’s customary for business owners to want their customers to come back. Repeated business means more profit. More money to tend to your shop. More happy customers. More smiles. More flowers. Her flowers. A way to remember her by.

Maria.

So it’s as simple as that.

Please come again.

A small grumble rises from his throat as he turns away from you. “I’m gonna ask for the same thing next time, okay? Remember it.” Shadow doesn’t let you get another word out, as the bell chimes above him, pushing open the door to leave you standing there in awe.

That remembrance doesn’t ache as bad anymore.

[rainychaoloveshack]

Shadow x Fem Reader and it’s their first date❤️

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

it’s you and shadows first date. are you ready?

⋆°•☁︎ content . shadow x gn!reader, fluff, mentions of light friends/acquaintances to lovers, shadows a lil nervous huehehe and so is reader

☂︎ wc. 1.2k ☂︎ a/n. THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST! this was so cute to write murhehehe i still feel like i could’ve done a lil better but i hope you like it regardless ^^’

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!! (i like chatting to you guys!)

Soft jazz music from the restaurant already rings out from outside, mingling with the hustle and bustle of the street, a bell chiming above your head as you push open the glass door with your palm. Luckily, your date seems to stand out compared to everyone else here; or is it just the light that’s making him look so charming?

Ah, look at you. Smitten. It’s already too late to try to shake off any nerves; he’s already seen you from afar. You hope he hasn’t been waiting too long; you did get here on time after all. Would it have been better if you two met before the reservation? Dates are so hard.

“You…” Shadow trails off as you trot up to him, brushing some imaginary dirt off your outfit as you try not to look him directly in the eyes. First impressions were never your strong suit, especially with someone as stern as Shadow. Well, not that it’s your first time meeting him, but in such a romantic setting like this; butterflies are rising and fluttering around your stomach. “You look lovely.”

You could’ve sworn a butterfly made its way out of your stomach and into your mouth as you uttered a small ‘thank you’, your voice almost trembling at the last syllable. Being this nervous in front of someone you’ve known for a while now is an odd feeling.

“Come on, sit.” He gestures to the seat across from him, strangely fidgeting with his gloves. “I… I hope the place isn’t too much.”

Fancy for a first date, sure. It’s not your first time hearing of this place either; Rouge must’ve recommended it to him.

So she’s playing both sides? She was the one who recommended you to ask him out anyhow, so she must’ve known that he would’ve said yes. That sly bat. But it still shocks you even now that he did say yes to your little proposal…

Breaking out of your thoughts, you glance away from the seemingly entrancing patterns in the rug, eyes flickering back up to Shadow, who's looking down at his clasped hands. He notices your gaze rather fast and clears his throat. “Is something wrong?”

Shadow’s been strangely silent. More so than he usually would be around you. Not that you two talked very often, but every time you met there was always at least some light chatter and banter between you two, sometimes a heartfelt moment and long conversation. Maybe you two are closer than you thought. 

“It’s just that I’ve never been on a date before.” Shadow scoffs. “It’s nothing special.” But it looks like he’s more than eager to change the topic.

He can’t handle a simple date? The Ultimate Lifeform, ready to fall over and fold? You cup your cheek, rubbing the tips of your fingers over your cheekbone. It’s a struggle to kill the cheeky smile on your face; joking around with Shadow has always been fun, and your nerves decided it was time to spill out a joke anyway. But maybe it was wrong to let one fly in this situation?

Shadow growls, baring his teeth briefly before he tries his best to defend myself. “Shut your-” He catches himself mid-threat, clearing his throat as he rips his gaze away from you. “Nothing. Nevermind.” He mutters, his shoulder stiffening under your curious gaze. It looks like he’s scared of offending you, but it’s not like you two haven’t joked around like that before. Is it the restaurant? The way you look?

“It’s not you,” Shadow says sternly, firm in his answer. “It’s me; I just feel strange talking to you like this; in this setting.” He mutters, staring down in his gloved hands. “I’m not used to this; this feeling. I don't-” A grimace forms on his lips as he meets your eyes again. “-date around. With anyone. I don’t mess around with feelings like that, so…” Shadow trails off, worried he might’ve said something wrong once your head cocks to the side slightly. “Not that I’m opposed to, I just don’t have experience with those… Things.” He finishes, attempting to hide his embarrassment by clearing his throat, but his ears tell another story. The way they’re twitching here and there as you shuffle in your seat, noticing every small movement as you fidget with the neckline of your outfit.

“...After dinner, do you want to walk around Station Square? If you’d like, we could take a train down to the nearby plaza.” He mutters quietly, his ear flicking in your direction as he waits for your answer to his proposal this time.

…You’d like that a lot.

Crickets chirp along the flowerbeds and bushes as your shoes click against the pavement, trailing behind Shadow’s own steps in an attempt to catch up to his stride. It was already so late, but you two caught one of the last trains here. Now the problem present is on how you’ll get home, but you’re with Shadow. Something’ll come up.

Plus, to see Shadow so relaxed after his tenseness at the restaurant makes your mood lighten to match his. Not much conversation has happened with you two for the past hour, but it’s peaceful. It’s sweet.

He’s so sweet. Like candy… No, not quite candy. It's more like a dessert. What dessert would fit him?

“Is there something on my face?” Shadow points to himself with his thumb, cocking his head at your gaze constantly on him. To hide the embarrassment, you shake your head and come up with some lie about you zoning out; not that it’s fully a lie, but the bigger reason that you were staring at him is just to admire him. But that’s weird to say, right?

Right…

“Tch.” He grumbles, his body straightening out once he realizes he’s being too harsh. “... You know, if-” Shadow cuts off his own voice, noticing a small blink of light near your head, around the same time that you notice it yourself.

Oh.

“It’s just some fireflies.” Shadow’s lips part softly, watching the firefly buzz and flutter around your shoulder. You cup it into your hands, brushing your hip against Shadow so he can see the insect clearly within your palm, blinking its light up at the two of you. How cute. Little lightning bugs…

“I didn’t mean to mess this up.” Your eyes rip away from the bug, instead grazing over to his figure, his arms crossed with his finger tapping repeatedly on his arm. “I had fun.” His head’s turned to the side to not meet your gaze, somewhat ashamed of his behavior. You don’t blame him for it; it’s not like you weren’t nervous too. But not a single thing was ruined about it; he didn’t have to apologize at all.

“If you’d like,” he murmurs, clutching your hands within his own as your little lightning flies away to join the others fluttering around you both. His thumb brushes across your fingers and palm, feeling every groove and digit. “I’d like to do this with you again. I think I’ll be better at handling it next time.”

You’d like that too. A lot. Maybe those butterflies in your stomach won’t be as bad next time, but their wings are still brushing against the edges of it, threatening to spill out from your mouth even now.