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sonilverdaily · 9 days ago

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if its not too much to ask... (And if you Didn't did it already) Can i request a sonilver story? Something like... Sonic Admitting his feelings for silver 👉👈 🥺 it would be so cute

I do have a story here on Ao3 I wrote for an ask prompt on Tumblr, where Sonic asks to kiss Silver in a rush of adrenalin. But it's not really the same as Sonic admitting his feelings, I feel like🤔 So I wrote something for this idea yesterday!🍀

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Something different than usual hangs in the air as Silver flops beside Sonic.

It’s in the smell of the flowers, the rustling of the grass, the drifting of the clouds. Silver can’t place it, not exactly. But from the corner of his eyes he can see Sonic’s muzzle shift into a smile just like it always does when Silver draws near, and the speedster’s greeting is normal as can be too. “Hey, Silver.”

“Hi,” the psychic notes back warmly, shimmying onto the ground as well. “What’s up?”

“Just dozing. The weather is great, isn’t it?” Lavishly Sonic stretches himself out with balled fists reaching for the sky, as Silver turns onto his side so he can study the other better. Sonic lays sprawled amidst the flowers and the grass like they form the softest mattress, the warm winds of summer ruffling his fur. “What brings you here?” gets added, and Silver shrugs.

“Just wanted to hang out, if you’ve got time.”

Sonic’s hands drop beside his stomach, one on each side. “Sure! Always when you’re around.”

All the encouragement Silver needs is contained in that sentence, and thus the psychic eagerly scoots a bit closer. Laying near Sonic, in such a way that stray hairs and quills of blue and grey just barely brush past each other, always makes him feel so content. “Unless you want to nap, of course,” the psychic does bring up next; everyone knows Sonic loves snoozing an afternoon away in summer grass like this.

But Sonic’s smile grows only more. “I can’t just go nap when I’m talking to you,” he winks back, a chuckle slipping past Silver’s lips as he nods.

“You could, but you’d be telling me nonsense. All sorts of silly things about your adventures and such. Or you’d try to cuddle me like a baby again, like last time.” With an idle touch of psychokinesis Silver pulls Sonic’s nearest hand even closer to him, right up to his own muzzle to nuzzle it teasingly. He’s exaggerating: he had grabbed Sonic’s hand without even thinking first, in a half-asleep state of his own. But his hand had been clung to like a baby koala would to its mother, and Silver had felt most touched and amused simultaneously.

“Did not,” the mock-affronted response comes, Silver’s nose getting booped with a cheeky finger. Sonic’s head turns around next, playfulness glimmering in emerald eyes. “Merely holding on to something is not cuddling, hmm?”

“It felt like cuddling to me,” Silver incorrigibly retorts, own hand curling over the back of Sonic’s one to hold it even closer. It always amuses him, how easily touches come to him compared to the far more touch-averse speedster. But Sonic’s hand never pulls away if Silver is holding it. Also this time, it trails over his cheek, ever so lightly.

But that sense of difference spikes up anew as Sonic shifts a bit, and his playful look turns to a full stare.

Silver blinks as he gets regarded so strongly all of a sudden. “And besides,” the speedster mulls next, “maybe I’d tell you…”

And Silver raises an eyebrow as he falls quiet.

“You’d tell me?” the psychic prods.

That gets met with a silence too, Sonic’s gaze pulling away to look at the skies above. Silver’s is trained on him instead, and that dazzling blue of his fur that outlines the shape of his eyes, and the emerald green that shines in those. Sonic’s eyes look like life, Silver had once told him. Like all the gorgeousness that nature contains. Like the hilltops and the pines on the mountains, like rolling valleys and moss coating a tree stump, like endless swatches of forest and all the plants found within. Silver could never get enough of looking at them. And eventually they move over to him once anew, if only for a second. “Can I ask you something?” Sonic breaks the quiet between them first.

Dropping his head on one arm as he settles more comfortably beside Sonic Silver nods. “Of course.”

“Do you ever get this feeling that our friendship is… a bit different than the friendships we have with others?”

“Different… Today feels different, already before I got here.”

“Right,” Sonic smiles, and Silver swears it is sheepishly. “I got that feeling too.”

“But that’s not the different you mean. You’re talking about friendships,” Silver hums next, mulling it over. Friendships… He’d probably not be laying with anyone in a field like this while talking about everything and nothing and all that’s inbetween. Sonic is the only one of his friends who’s a field-layer, after all.

…But that aside…

Sonic is also the only person Silver has ever been having these conversations with while cuddling so discreetly, the realisation strikes the psychic like lightning. He doesn’t really hold Espio’s hand, or Blaze’s. Neither are also the kind of people to talk about everything and nothing and all that’s inbetween with. And while having lazy chats with other friends is nice too, he wouldn’t be snuggling beside them like he is with Sonic right now…

But he loves these talks with Sonic. And he loves their tender, almost shy touches. And he loves how Sonic looks at him: with fondness, with warmth, with affection. Even if Silver’s other friends look at him with all those emotions too, having Sonic regard him that way always makes him feel just a bit special.

“You’re right,” Silver speaks up slowly. “It is different.”

“I was thinking about why, before you joined me,” Sonic says slowly. “I really enjoy your company, Silver.”

“Likewise.” Sonic’s hand snuggled against his face is all the proof Silver needs for that. But still, the psychic is left pondering… “But if it’s not the same than what we have with other people, what is it?”

Sonic remains quiet for a very long time once more. It gives ample time for Silver's mind to run right off into thinking and pondering and mulling and asking, and searching for answers throughout that all.

He finds it in the concept of love. Love, and all he’s heard about it and all he’s felt on that topic. Love is important to his friends: it’s something oft-discussed between them. Especially by Amy, but even Blaze sometimes says something small on the matter. Love is versatile and encompassing of many things, Silver had been taught by many people over the years he has walked the planet. There’s friendship, that’s a love he knows well… There’s family, that’s a love he knows rather little in comparison…

And there’s romance.

That’s a love he knows even less.

“Are we in love?” the psychic pipes up.

Sonic produces a nose that could be either a startled laugh, a muffled wail, or a fond sigh. Possibly all three simultaneously. Grey-furred ears perk up in worry as Silver jolts his head up to stare, but something shines on Sonic’s face, that gives him pause. Slowly Sonic clears his throat, and his thumb runs over Silver’s muzzle. “I think so,” follows… calmly, the psychic thinks. “I think I am with you.”

“Because it’s different,” Silver adds, giving Sonic’s hand a squeeze. “But I like it because it’s different. Does that mean I am in love with you?”

With a full laugh now Sonic shakes his head. “I can’t know that for you. But what does your heart say?”

“That I like you. I like all the time I spend with you,” slips past Silver’s lips, not a single second needed to think about his answer. “You make me happy. You make me feel safe. But not like Espio or Blaze or anyone else does.”

“Heh. Butterflies in your stomach?”

“I hope not. That’d be sad for the butterflies,” Silver jokes back, nuzzling Sonic’s fingers in full. To be in love, just a bit different than loving and being loved in turn… He’d never even considered the possibility. And yet, he does seek out Sonic because of how nice it makes him feel. He does enjoy their spars and how their bodies brush together in a different way than he enjoys brawling with Espio. He does hang on to Sonic’s every word with a different warmth fluttering through him than if Blaze tells him a story.

He does crave how his fur buzzes with sparks of delight and desire whenever Sonic’s hand brushes over it somewhere.

That makes Silver wonder about something, actually. People in love can do different things, or the same things with a different implication, than people who are friends, or so he'd heard... Carefully he pushes himself upright on his elbow. “May I try something?”

“Anything you want,” Sonic responds warmly.

In a single movement Silver leans forward, and brushes his lips over Sonic’s.

Who... freezes, eyes widening. Silver’s narrow in turn: they study what they can see of Sonic’s face most intently. All the while warmth presses against his mouth still, as Silver studies his body, his senses, his thoughts, his reactions…

“...Dude,” Sonic breathes, once Silver leans back again.

The psychic smiles.

“This feels right,” he concludes, with a little purr. “This feels exactly like how it’s meant to be.”

“That… You…!”

“…But things feel a bit different as well all over again,” Silver mulls next. Sonic gapes at him, a silence stretching out while Silver flicks his ears in pondering and he gets stared at like Sonic’s whole world has tumbled right upside down…

But then the speedster blinks. A breath gets drawn, which channels into a huff of fondness and a shake of his head too. “I think… we’re both in love,” the speedster summarises, smile tugging on his lips. “May I try something?”

“Anything you want,” Silver happily echoes.

Fireworks of delight explode in his mind and his stomach as Sonic leans closer in turn, and his nose nuzzles over Silver’s. Quickly, succinctly, but containing all that infinite lovingness that Silver’s long learned drives every single one of Sonic’s action. “Heh,” gets smiled his way, before Sonic pulls back and his eyes shut themselves. “You’re correct. It does feel right.”

“It does indeed,” Silver agrees, purring only more at the phantom touches that ghost over his nose and his lips. And that’s how they remain laying, with Sonic’s hand held close against Silver’s face and the two of them relaxing under the summer sky, and that feeling of difference holds secrets for Silver no more.

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sonilverdaily · 13 days ago

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May I be bold and request more Sonilver 👉🏻👈🏻 🥺 ♧? (Only if you want to, though!🍀)

♧: One character playing with the other’s hair

"I was wondering, Sonic," Silver chimed in breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two, "how come you don't have any fur on your chest?"

Perhaps that wasn't the right thing to say. Sonic spluttered a laughter, deep from his belly - a sound Silver enjoyed listening to, but not when he couldn't understand what the other hedgehog was laughing at.

"I'm serious! I have it, and Shadow has it, but you're different. Not that it means anything, I'm sure..." he trailed off, losing the point of the conversation. But really, he was nothing but curious. He just happened to stare at Sonic's chest while he was laying down next to him.

After wiping a tear, Sonic shrugged. Silver couldn't help but envy how everything rolled off of him, like water on those ducks Sonic showed him one day. "Who knows? Maybe because chest fur would get in the way of running."

"Shadow runs too," Silver pointed out.

"He skates," Sonic was all too happy to correct with a lifted finger and a positively cheeky grin. "And teleports. And he's slower than me."

Good thing it was just the two of them.

"Well, I guess that makes sense." Silver shrugged too: Sonic must have rubbed off of him. "I'm not much of a runner, myself."

"That's okay! That means you can rock a killer fur!"

Now it was Silver's turn to be taken aback. How was he supposed to reply to Sonic's earnest compliment?

"Uh... do you want to feel it yourself?"

Yeah, smooth talker, that'll do.

Silver nearly cringed in reflex, waiting for Sonic truly laughing at him this time. But he didn't. He only blinked a few times, before a smile - not one of mockery, but that warm, friendly one that made butterflies flutter in Silver's stomach - spread on his face. "If you ask so nicely..."

Sonic usually moved in the blink of an eye. Yet, it was with unusual calmness that his hand approached Silver's chest - and sank in the fur, and oh, Silver never felt anything like it before, someone touching him with such... he wasn't sure how to call it, the closeness between them, the heat spreading through his body in waves, but most importantly the feeling that everything was just right.

"Hehe! It tickles!" Sonic laughed, twirling some of the longer strands around his finger. He was having too much fun. "You cool, Silver?"

Was he? If Sonic wanted to pet him like a Chao, would he let him, or would it grow too awkward to bear?

"Yeah... I'm cool," Silver gave a smile. If Sonic couldn't grow a fur for himself, he would lend his own, no problem.

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