#Hi to the people who followed me for Sonic fluff

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Yandere Rantaro tricked Gonta into believing that Shuichi did something ungentlemenly to Kaede and he went too rough on Shuichi. Rantaro comforts Kaede as she cries over Shuichi’s death.

oooh!

General Yandere nonsense under the cut

If this happened in game Kaede not only has to deal with the fact that it was Shuichi who died but the kindest person, Gonta, was the one who did it to protect her. Rantaro would d a good job of convincing everyone that his plan was 'just a simple mistake, I saw them and couldn't think of a situation that made Shuichi innocent.' So not only does he get to comfort her over Shuichi's death, but he also get's to guilt her every so often and send her spiraling.

"Oh Kaede, its' not your fault. You had no way of knowing how the situation would look to an outsider'.

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Creed

summary: Upon meeting Bo-Katan Kryze and discovering there are other Mandalorians out in the galaxy who remove their helmets, Din Djarin is suddenly questioning his beliefs and unable to stop from wondering what you, his wife, look like under your own helm.

rating: E (18+!! No y/n, Soft Din Djarin, established relationship, age gap (10 years), alternating pov, unprotected p in v, creampie, BREEDING KINK, oral sex (f receiving), first kiss, dirty talk, praise kink, domestic fluff, fluff, removing helmets for the first time, religious guilt, did I mention breeding kink? Din being so in love he wants to break the Creed, good parent Din Djarin)

pairing: Din Djarin/f!Mandalorian reader (from the Tribe with zero physical descriptions)

word count: 6.2k

a/n: It’s called Creed, but Breed also works. Lmaooo @what-muses sent in the prompt for Din hearing reader singing to Grogu, and I am so insanely sorry for this not being super wholesome. I just know in my heart Din would hear the woman he loves singing to their kid, and he’d want more children. 😭😭😭 I legit wrote 95% of this while either sick or in the ER to make myself feel better. Takes place during season 2. Thank you to the love of my life @juletheghoul for betaing this.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs feed me. I’d love to hear what you thought of it!

Masterlist

He knows his own face—the color of his eyes, the curve of his nose, the crease between his eyebrows, the patchy facial hair. He knows the shape of his lips, the dimple in his cheek, and the lines that show his age. He’s the only person who can take in all of these details and know they belong to him, something secret, sacred—the Way of the Mandalore means no other living being can see him without his helmet. It also means you’ve never seen his face, but that’s never been an issue since you also follow the Creed.

Staring at his reflection in the ‘fresher mirror, his naked body clean from the sonic shower, he slowly moves the razor over the skin of his cheek, wondering briefly what you look like under your purple helm.

Pausing, his eyebrows furrow, realizing the thought has never once crossed his mind—it wasn’t something he ever would have wondered before because it’s never been important. The two of you had your beliefs and followed them, not caring about what was beneath the beskar, all that mattered was you loved each other.

You’ve been together since he’d saved the kid from the Client, you leaving Nevarro with him, your relationship shifting as time went on—the two of you keeping the child safe and falling in love in the process.

Then on your quest to reunite the small boy with his kind, you’d met the other Mandalorians, discovering there were many out across the galaxy who didn’t follow the Creed or the ways of old. They believed you could be a Mandalorian and remove your helmet and that your tribe was a cult.

Continuing shaving, he rinses the razor blade under water before sliding it along his other cheek. A lot of people preferred using depil cream to remove their facial hair, but Din liked the precision of the razor over the viscous liquid.

It was overwhelming hearing all that Bo-Katan had said and having this new knowledge, making him wonder what it truly meant to be a Mandalorian.

Could he really put the helmet back on once he took it off in front of another?

With the location of a Jedi and your time with your foundling running out, it was important he was present to witness your union, both knowing you were going to spend the rest of your days together by each other’s sides. Din and you exchanged your vows, committing to one another for life in the cockpit of the Razor Crest with your child in attendance and the bright streaking stars of hyperspace flying by.

His face is mostly shaved, leaving hair on his chin and above his lips, now using a small pair of scissors to trim his mustache.

It doesn’t matter to him that no one else gets to see how he looks. He’s still particular in how he likes his facial hair, unable to stand too much of it under his helmet, keeping the hair on his head cropped short for comfort.

It makes him wonder if you have preferences as he shapes his mustache.

How long is your hair? What color is it? What color are your eyes? What does your smile look like? What will your children look like?

His hand stops, his eyes widening.

Gulping hard, that’s another thought that’s never crossed his mind. He knows you’re going to have children together. It’s something you’ve discussed, but not once has he thought of their looks. Things like that didn’t matter to Mandalorians, who spend their lives covered head to toe in armor. He wonders if he’d be able to pick out the pieces of you in them to get a glimpse of what the woman he loves looks like—he wants to know.

Why is he stuck on this?

It’s not the Way.

Din sighs, finishing what he’s doing.

The scissors get put back into his shaving kit, cleaning the sink of his hair clippings, happy you got a room at the inn here on Nevarro while the Crest is being repaired. The two of you are planning to help Greef and Cara with a small matter in the morning in exchange for the ship's repairs.

Once he’s done, the stuff shoved into his bag, Din pulls out clean clothes to change into for the night, settling for some cloth pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Putting his helmet on, he gathers his bag and flight suit, the rest of his armor out in the room you’re in with the kid, stacked neatly beside your own.

Greef was the one who provided the accommodations, Din assuming it’d be a basic room—a bed, a refresher, the necessities. That wasn’t good enough for the magistrate, though. Instead, he’d set you up in a one-bedroom suite with a sitting room and a tiny kitchen.

Making his way out of the ‘fresher and bedroom, he stops in his tracks at what he hears.

You’re sitting at the small dining table, the kid in the seat beside you happily accepting the food he’s passed, which was a common occurrence, it’s the song you’re singing that has Din so caught off guard.

He’s heard you hum a lot—tunes were always getting stuck in your head that you picked up in cantinas or buskers on the street. You’ve sung before, too, but you were trying to make him and the kid laugh with your boisterous renditions of Mandalorian drinking songs.

This is different.

It’s not loud—it’s soft, sweet, the Mando’a flowing from your lips like a soft caress, hearing your love for the child with every syllable sung. This is a song mothers sang to their children, having heard such a thing back at the covert, about Mandalore the Great taming his mythical mythosaur and the strength all Mandalorians had.

There’s a helmet on your head, and he can’t help imagining what your face looks like under the t-visor. He can hear your love, would he be able to see it, too? There’s a smile in your voice, and it makes his chest squeeze at how he wishes he could look upon it.

Din knows you, and you know him.

He knows your likes and dislikes, your deepest, darkest secrets—everything about you, Din has learned and loves.

And now he wants more of you to love—he wants all of you, wants to see all of you.

You’re a wonderful mother, the kid so happy with you, taking him in like he’s your own flesh and blood, and something inside Din is screaming that you need more children—he needs to give you that, more little ones to love, and sing to, as many as you want, the thought of you pregnant with his child making his skin heat.

Stars, you’d be even more beautiful round with his baby.

He swallows hard, his pants feeling a little tight.

He knows everything about you, he loves everything about you, and guilt has settled like a stone in his stomach that he suddenly can’t get his mind off what’s under the beskar on your head.

The singing stops when you notice him, your t-visor trained on his prone form, standing just inside the room.

“Hey!” you say, handing the child more food. “It’s dinner time—ordered food while you were in the ‘fresher. Got you something I know you’ll like.”

It takes him from his reverie, finally moving again to set his bag near the table by the couch, the shining pieces of both of your armor on top of it. He tosses his flight suit onto the sofa over his cape, walking over to where you and the kid are.

He’s behind your chair, rubbing his hands over your arms as he replies, “Thank you, my love.” Leaning down to gently knock his helmet against yours in the semblance of a kiss before moving around the table to take a seat.

What would your lips feel like on his?

He has to shake the question from his brain, clearing his throat, and opening the food container in front of him.

It makes him smile when he sees you did get him something he’d like—skewers of meat and vegetables.

Picking one up, he uses the fork beside him to push off the chunks into the container, discarding the skewer and using his free hand to lift his helmet up just enough to take a bite. He groans happily at the spices enveloping his tongue, chewing and swallowing.

“Good?” you ask, beginning to eat your own dinner the same way he was.

In the company of other Mandalorians, it was generally protocol to go off and eat alone, but you’d been traveling in the tight confines of the Crest for so long that barely lifting the helmet was an acceptable compromise, avoiding looking at each other as you did it.

“Really good,” he replies, shoving more into his mouth.

The kid coos contently, full from his meal, while you both enjoy your own, sharing snippets of conversation between bites.

By the time you’re both finished, the little one is falling asleep in his chair, and helmets are once again covering your faces.

“I’ll put him to bed,” you softly say, starting to get up from your chair.

“The couch,” he says a little too quickly.

“The couch?” Your tone is teasing. “Got plans since we have a bed this evening, my dear husband?”

“Maybe I do.”

“In that case, the couch it is,” you reply, disappearing into the bedroom and returning with a pillow and blanket that you put onto the sofa, coming back over to the table to take the child.

Din busies himself cleaning up the trash and finds himself stuck in place when he’s done as he watches you sitting next to the kid, stroking his big ears while softly singing an old lullaby.

That need comes crashing into him again, the one telling him to give you a baby. It’s loud, something primal that he feels deep down that won’t be satisfied until he’s buried himself inside your cunt and pumps you full of his seed.

Arousal is burning in his gut, his cock stirring, eyes locked on your downturned helm and the curve of your breasts under your shirt.

He wants to strip you bare and feel your skin, batting away the intrusive thought of getting your helmet off—his, too, in order to lick and suck what he wants to touch.

He’s so lost in thought he doesn’t realize you’ve gotten up until you’re whispering by the bedroom door, “You coming?”

His bare feet move quickly, following you into the other room. Once the door is shut and the lock engaged, he’s crowding into you, needing to get his hands on your body, rubbing them over your soft belly and up to cup your breasts.

“You’re in a mood,” you giggle, Din’s hands roaming all over your body, your front, back, down to grab your ass.

“Need you,” he grunts.

Sliding your hands down his chest, you move lower to palm his half-hard dick in his pants, feeling it twitch under your touch.

“Yeah, you do.”

His eagerness is turning you on, wishing you could kiss him.

That makes you frown.

Over a year together and never once have you thought of kissing Din or seeing him without his helmet, for that matter, and yet, for days now, these things have been popping up in your brain. Kept you wondering what he looks like, or the face he was making in a moment or how soft his lips were, or the color of his eyes—plagued by thoughts that went against how you were raised and what you believed, clear violations of the Creed you swore to live your life by.

It’s never been an issue, always a fact that the helmet stayed on in front of another, and then you met Bo-Katan, and now you were at constant war with your own mind, feeling like it was an enemy you couldn’t vanquish in battle.

There are other Mandalorians out there, who even wish to reclaim Mandalore, and they believe you can remove your helm in the presence of another—Bo-Katan’s own armor had been passed down for three generations.

What if it was okay to remove it?

Would Din want to?

Would he still love you?

“What’s wrong?” he asks, taking you from your thoughts.

His hands are now caressing the sides of your helmet, a little intrusive thought in the back of your mind wishing he’d take it off.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh. “Just… thinking.”

“About what?”

“Stuff…”

His head tilts in confusion.

“Tell me.”

That’s the thing about Din, he’s your best friend, your husband, you can tell him anything, which is why you tell him the truth.

“Bo-Katan and the others, they are Mandalorians and remove their helmets.”

“Yes, they do not follow the Creed.”

“Do you believe they are Mandalorians?”

“Do you?”

“Bo-Katan was born on Mandalore. She fought in the Great Purge. I do believe they are Mandalorians.”

“As do I.”

“You do?”

“I do.” He nodded.

“Din, we grew up believing in the Way of the Mandalore—it’s all we’ve known. We went through the same ceremony, we swore to walk the Way and never remove our helmets, but I—” Your hands go up to cradle where his cheeks would be “—can’t stop thinking about what you look like, and I feel ashamed because I know it’s wrong.”

“It’s not wrong.” He sounds hopeful. “I feel the same and want to see your face, too.”

That has you taken aback.

“You do…?”

“I do.” He nods.

“But will you still love me…?” you ask, barely above a whisper.

“Of course. I love you for you and not for what’s underneath the beskar.”

“That’s a lie. You’re obsessed with my body.”

He chuckles, “I am because I love you and would continue loving you even if it changed…” he trails off like he’s thinking about something “I. Love. You.” he adds, saying each word clearly.

“Promise?”

Pressing a hand over his heart, he answers, “On my life.”

“Okay, I believe you.”

“Will you still love me…?” The question comes out slowly.

“We literally just had a conversation over how you love me for me, and you have to know I feel the same way.”

“Just making sure.” You can hear his smile.

“So, would you like to break the Creed with me…?”

Your heart is hammering in your chest.

“More than you know.”

Relief washes over you, combined with giddiness.

“Thank the Stars!” you exclaim happily.

“At the same time?” He’s as eager as you are, his hands moving back to hold your helmet again.

“Yes.”

Gripping his, you both count down together, “Three, two, one…” Carefully, you lift his beskar, your own coming off, blinking at the light in the room, and your eyes zeroing in on the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen, your mouth falling open in shock.

A person’s looks have never meant much to you, thinking some were pleasing to the eye, you finding someone’s prowess in battle more attractive along with their personality.

Din is a formidable opponent, always succeeding in his endeavors because he is highly intelligent, strong, and knows how to fight and use a weapon.

Even though many fear your husband, he’s actually a very sweet man, caring, loving, and will protect you and your foundling with his life.

And now you know he is also unbelievably attractive.

Beautiful chocolate eyes are rounded as they stare at you, the look on his face a twin of your own, loving his nose, and the messy brown hair on top of his head, seeing that he recently shaved with his facial hair looking neat, taking in every detail and line of the man you love.

“Beautiful,” he whispers in awe, and it has tears brimming in your eyes, bending down to set his helmet on the ground, him doing the same with yours, your hands moving to touch his face when you both straighten.

He’s so gentle when his broad palms caress your cheeks, almost like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

Smiling, you reply, “You’re very handsome yourself.” You reach up to smooth your thumbs over his eyebrows. “Your eyes are stunning. I hope our child gets them.”

His lips tip up, and Stars, they’re so plush, you can’t help yourself when you lean in to press your own against his, him making a surprised sound.

Your heart picks up in speed, having wondered what it would be like to kiss him, and at first, it’s soft; the warmth spreading under your skin, meaning to only give him a peck, but then he’s pulling you closer, kissing you a little harder. It’s lingering, his lips moving against yours in tiny movements that have fire burning brightly in your veins, following his lead to mimic what he was doing again and again and again.

It’s not like either of you has any experience with this type of thing, so you’re figuring it out as you go, doing what feels good, getting braver and more comfortable. Your fingers slide into the thick strands of his hair, moaning when his tongue slides over your bottom lip, instinctively opening for him. This was somehow better, more intimate, tasting each other, exploring the other’s mouths until the need to breathe became too much, and you’re separating with smiles on your faces, Din’s lips red and shiny from spit.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, and it makes you feel all gooey.

“You’re very handsome.”

You stroke your fingers over his cheeks, his hands on your jaw, rubbing a thumb over your wet bottom lip.

It’s like you both can’t stop yourselves from staring, eyes taking in every little detail of the other's face, saving them to memory.

The need rises, and you’re kissing once more, it’s messy before you’re both moving to get your clothes off as quickly as possible—once stripped, Din’s mouth is on yours as he walks you back toward the bed, falling with you on top of it.

His hips are slotted between your thighs, his lips detaching from yours to kiss along your jaw, over your cheeks, up on your forehead, and the tip of your nose.

It makes you smile, him kissing all over your face, then to your ear, shoving his nose in your hair, and inhaling.

“Fuck, you smell amazing,” he says.

That makes you laugh.

“Thanks, but we use the same stuff—we smell the same.”

“No.” He nips at your ear, sucking it into his mouth, gasping at the jolts of pleasure shooting to your center. “You smell better.”

You press your fingers into his hair.

“Stars,” you moan, his lips trailing down your neck and sucking hard on your pulse point. “It feels so good, Din.”

His mouth is so warm, leaving your skin wet in the wake of his kisses, and he can’t seem to get enough, lips streaking across every bit of you as he travels down your body. His mouth engulfs your stiff nipple, making your back arch, gasping his name.

Arousal is hot in your belly, the feeling incredible as he laves at one hard bud, then the other, your head feeling dizzy while soft sounds spill from your lips.

He comes off your nipple with a pop, continuing his journey lower, kissing over your belly until he’s half off the bed, his big hands spreading your thighs.

There’s a look of hunger on his face as he stares at the apex of your thighs, his fingers moving to spread open the lips of your sex, seeing the pink of his tongue peek out to swipe across his bottom lip like he wants to taste you. The look has excitement thrumming in your veins, wanting nothing more than to know what it feels like to have his mouth on you.

“Taste it,” you purr, and his eyes meet yours, his so dark barely any of the beautiful brown remains. “I know you’ve licked me from your fingers.” You’ve seen him on more than one occasion lift his helmet just enough to suck your arousal from digits after they’d been inside you. “Taste it—I want your tongue.” You bit your lip between your teeth.

“Fuck,” he rasps, wasting no time dipping his head forward, licking a stripe through your slit, the flat of his tongue going from your entrance to your clit. He’s groaning into your sensitive flesh as you moan at how good it feels, him laving at every bit of slick he can find, your back arching when he pushes the wet muscle inside you.

“You taste so good.” His words are muffled in your cunt, his mouth moving up, making your toes curl when he sucks on your bundle of nerves.

Even though this isn’t an act either of you has ever done before, Din is a quick learner, knowing intimately what makes you tick—once he has his fill of your taste, he slides two thick fingers inside you, crooking them into that spot he always zeros in on, your vision going white for a second at the shock of pleasure.

“Din,” you moan, threading your fingers into his brown waves for something to hold onto.

The muscles in your belly are beginning to tighten, the heat in the base of your spine growing.

His big brown eyes lock on yours from between your legs, seeing your arousal glistening in his mustache and on his plush lips.

“Wanna taste your come,” he husks, his fingers continuing to work. “Can you come for me? Please?”

This might be his first time, but that big brain of his has quickly worked out how to get what he wants, keeping his gaze on yours while pulling your perky little clit into his mouth, sucking on it while his fingers slide along something divine, rocketing you toward your release.

Your hands tighten in his hair at the pleasurable fire building in your core, feeling it getting hotter and hotter as he works you over, having to bite your fingers to muffle your noises when euphoria explodes inside you, quieting your whine of his name.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he says into your pussy. “My good girl—such a good girl.”

His fingers leave you, replaced with his tongue, hearing and feeling him loudly groan as he indulges in your come, drinking it down from the source.

Your chest is heaving, breathing hard as you come down, your husband having the best time with his mouth on your cunt if the noises are anything to go by.

He got to explore your body, and it’s your turn, salivating at the thought.

Tugging on his hair, you say, “Din?”

His head comes up, looking a little lost with glazed-over eyes, the bottom half of his face shining in the light of the room.

All he can do is grunt in response.

“Get up on the bed and lay down on your back, please.”

His face pinches in confusion.

“What?” he whispers.

You smile. He seems almost drunk, a state you’ve never seen him in since he doesn’t like anything inhibiting his mind or body.

“Get up here, my love—” You pat the bed beside you. “—and lay down on your back. It’s my turn.”

It registers what you say, and he nods, doing as he’s told and crawling up onto the mattress and flopping down next to you with his head resting back on a pillow. Rolling over, you throw your leg over his waist, moving to straddle his hips, your wet center pressing his hard cock into his stomach. You rub your hands up his soft belly and over his chest, seeing the faded scars on his golden skin.

“You’re beautiful,” you say.

His cheeks pink at the comment.

“Thank… you…” he replies, his hands grabbing your waist, smoothing his thumbs over your skin. “You’re more beautiful than the Diathim.”

Your eyebrow raises. “You’re saying I’m prettier than an angel?”

“Songs should be sung of your beauty—there’s nothing that compares in the entire galaxy.” He says it with such conviction your breath hitches, taken aback by the look on his face telling you he means it.

“We should get married,” you blurt out.

“What…?”

“I want to marry you again and see your face when we say our vows.”

You’re fascinated by how you can see him visibly soften, his mouth turning up in a grin that reveals an adorable dimple, reaching his hand to cup your cheek.

“Will you marry me again?” he asks.

You’re matching his look, nodding as you say, “Yes!” Unable to keep yourself from leaning down to press your mouth to his, moaning when you taste yourself in the passionate kiss. His arms wrap around your back, hugging you close to him, losing yourselves for a minute in your happiness.

You’re panting when you break apart.

You’d wanted to take your time getting your mouth all over his body, but there’s a sudden need to have him inside of you—sitting up on your knees, you snake your hand between your bodies to take his cock in hand, pressing it to your aching entrance.

You moan in unison as you lower yourself on him, watching his face as his mouth falls open, his hands grabbing onto your hips, the thick girth of him stretching you open and filling you inch by glorious inch until your thighs meet, feeling so unbelievably full.

“Stars, you feel so good,” you breathe.

“Not as good as you feel.” His words come out strained, watching his throat work as he swallows hard.

You do an experimental roll of your hips, making his fingers tighten in your skin.

His eyes are on yours. “I want to see you come while I’m inside you,” he husks. “Can you do that? Can you use me to make yourself feel good?”

“Yes,” you answer, starting to move up and down, your hands on his chest for leverage.

You love having him inside you—the way he fits so perfectly, rubbing against all the right spots, joining you together.

His hands are on your body while you ride him, rubbing along your ribs and over your stomach, moving up to palm the weight of your breasts, tweaking your nipples, sending jolts straight to your pussy.

“Ride my cock, pretty girl,” Din says in a low rasp. “I love watching you—so beautiful. Use me.”

Adjusting your hips has him sliding into that sacred place that makes your head spin, rising and falling at a pace that’s slowly building you up and up.

Arousal is dripping out of you and down his shaft, allowing you to move with ease, Din’s eyes locked on your face, groans spilling from his throat, looking wrecked at you bouncing on him.

His cock is hot and hard inside you, lifting your hips and slamming your ass down, working yourself closer to your end.

It’s exhilarating to be able to see how good he feels and how much he’s enjoying himself. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes lust-blown, his forehead glistening with sweat.

“I know you’re almost there.” His words come out rough. “You gonna come for me? Gonna be my good girl? I know you can do it. Wanna watch you—wanna see you come, my love.”

“So close,” you pant.

You’re rising and falling, moans slipping from your lips, the knot in your belly winding tighter and tighter until it’s snapping, and you’re coming with a gasp of his name. Your eyes close as pleasure expands from your center, spreading through your body.

“So beautiful,” Din marvels in a groan. “Such a good girl. I love you—I love watching you.”

“I love you, too,” you breathe, your orgasm beginning to ebb.

A surprised sound comes from you when suddenly you’re jostled, Din groaning as he sits up, keeping you on him as he gets situated with you in his lap, spreading his legs on the bed for balance.

You’re now face to face, his hand gently cupping your cheek as his lips find yours, kissing you tenderly, his other arm wrapped around your back to hug you to him. You thread your fingers in his hair, melting into him, accepting his tongue when he deepens the kiss.

You’ve found you love kissing. There was something about it that was so intimate—sharing breaths, being so close, and tasting him.

His hair is so soft and thick, scratching your nails gently along his scalp and feeling him shiver beneath you.

His hands go to your ass, gripping it tight while he starts moving you in his lap, his lips still on yours.

“Want you close,” he murmurs into your mouth. “Need you close.”

You bounce up and down on his throbbing cock, your knees on either side of his hips helping you rise and fall, fucking yourself on him as you keep kissing.

His words are muffled against your lips, “You’re so beautiful, strong, fierce, loving, and good with the kid.” He moves you faster, using his strength to lift you, grunting in exertion. “I watched you tonight with him—I want more little ones.”

The thought makes you clench around him.

“Din,” you moan, feeling him smile.

“I want to raise more warriors with you,” he continues. “I want to father your children. I want to fuck a baby into you,” he groans, his cock twitching. You can tell he’s getting close as you breathe hard, your thighs burning deliciously. “I want to fill you up, fuck you full of me over and over until it takes.” His words have arousal curling in your gut and the familiar heat building at the base of your spine, bouncing up and down in his lap. “I want to see you round with my child. I want to have as many as you’ll allow. I want to fill the ship, then a house with our kids. I want to see you mother more of my children and sing them the songs of old. I want you, all of you.”

It all sounds so good, wanting the same, gasping, “Yes.”

“Can I?” he asks in a wrecked tone. “Can I fuck a baby into you? Can I get you pregnant? Please. Please, can I father your child?”

“Stars, yes,” you moan. “Please. I want one. Fill me up—keep me full.”

He groans loudly, kissing you hard, making you gasp in surprise when he tackles you onto your back on the mattress, his hips nestled in the cradle of your thighs, holding himself up on his forearms beside your head.

He starts moving fast, fucking into you with abandon to chase his high. The wet slap of skin on skin is sounding in the room, along with his grunts muffled by your mouth, filling you over and over, his thick cock pushing in so deep he’s kissing your womb.

You grab onto his broad shoulders, needing something to hang onto, digging your nails into his golden skin. The kisses are sloppy, the tension rising in your belly. His pace gets uneven until he pushes in one last time, going as deep as he can, coming with a ragged groan. You can feel him jerk inside you and the wet pulse as warmth fills your depths. He rocks his hips, moving a hand between your bodies to circle your clit, already so worked up that it doesn’t take much to have you cresting softly with a moan of his name. Your body tenses up, Din grunting as your cunt chokes his dick, working his spend even deeper inside you.

“That’s it,” he groans. “So good to me, my good girl.”

You’re both panting, and he moves his head to the crook of your neck, collapsing on top of you.

It makes you smile when you press your fingers into his sweat-damp hair; how soothing it is to just run your fingers through the brown waves and lightly scratch at his scalp, Din practically purring.

“That’s so nice.” He slurs.

“I like It, too.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

It’s comfortable as you both lie there, not caring about your sweaty bodies or his weight on you, just basking in the afterglow together.

It feels like you’re so close, neither of you would know where one ends and the other begins—so tangled up in each other it feels as though you’re one—one body, one heart, one soul.

Minutes pass in silence, Din groaning as he moves to get up, kneeling between your spread legs. His eyes are locked on where you’re connected, hissing when he pulls himself out of you. Your eyes widen when his fingers catch some of his come that’s dripped out of you, moaning when he pushes it back inside.

“Don’t want to waste a drop,” he says. “Can you keep it inside, my love?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

He smiles.

“Thank you.”

His hand leaves you watching in interest as he pushes the digits between his lips, sucking them clean with a groan. They leave his mouth with a pop, his gaze on yours.

“I’ll never tire of how good you taste.” He says.

“I feel like you’re going to be insatiable.” You tease.

He smiles, and you love it so much that you wish to see it every day for the rest of your life.

“I’m already insatiable.”

“Yes, you are.” You reply with the same look on your face.

Quickly he’s off the bed and coming back with a warm wet cloth, gently wiping you down and cleaning himself up, it getting tossed to the floor when he’s done.

He pulls you to lay correctly on the bed in his arms with your heads cushioned by pillows, facing him.

The lights are still on, and you just stare into each other's eyes, losing yourself in his dark pools, him smiling softly under his mustache.

“I’m so happy to know your face,” he whispers, his big hand sliding along your cheek. “I love you.”

“I’m happy to know your face, too,” you say just as softly. “The face of the man I love, who will father my children.”

He smiles brightly, his eyes crinkling adorably at the edges, leaning in to kiss you.

There’s light banging heard at the door that can only be made by tiny fists, Din and you separating immediately with wide eyes.

“Were we too loud?” You whisper.

Din grimaces, answering, “Maybe?”

You’re both moving immediately, jumping out of bed and tugging on your clothes, the air in the room tinged with sex. At least the kid chose to wake up after you’d finished. It was always incredibly awkward when he interrupted during.

The two of you look disheveled, Din’s hair a mess on top of his head, and his cheeks tinted pink.

“Go wash your hands and face,” you tell him. “I’ll get him.” Neither of you bothered putting on your helmets, your husband heading for the en suite, while you made it to the door, disengaging the lock and opening it.

You’re smiling as you look down at the child, him staring up at you with a weird look on his face.

“Hey, buddy,” you say, and his eyes get big, him babbling something pointing at your head. It makes you laugh. “It’s okay,” you reassure, leaning down to pick him up. He’s staring at you, his big eyes somehow bigger. “This is what I look like under the helmet.” His little clawed hand reaches out, pressing it to your cheek as he coos, and it warms your heart.

“Hey, you little womp rat,” Din’s warm voice says as he enters the room, you turning so the kid can see him. The child is babbling up a storm, holding his arms out, and Din chuckles, taking him as soon as he’s within reach. “Did we wake you up?” he asks. “We were just, uh, sparring, yeah, we were sparring, there’s nothing you need to worry about.” The kid is looking at him in wonder, reaching to touch Din’s cheek, the man smiling. “Yeah, I’m not wearing my helmet.” The child looks at you and back at Din, chattering up a storm.

“I think he’s confused.” You tell your husband.

“Yeah, I think he is.” His attention goes back to the kid in his arms, rubbing his back, speaking in a soft tone, “Hey, it’s okay, buddy.” The child goes silent as he listens. “There, uh, were those other Mandalorians who took off their helmets, and we decided to do the same. Everything’s okay. It’s still us.” He’s cooing again, patting Din’s cheek, making his dad chuckle. “It’s my face.” The kid yawns. “You ready to go back to bed?”

You’re already moving toward the mattress, taking off the top blanket, tossing it onto the floor, and pulling back the sheets.

Din walks over and gets in on the other side while still holding the child.

The boy ends up on Din’s chest, his tiny hand reaching up to rub the man’s earlobe while softly babbling—you crawl in next to your husband, resting your head on his shoulder, the lights turned off.

You’re beyond happy to know what the man you love looks like, and you can’t wait to add to your little family, rubbing a hand over your belly.

Your period is almost a month late, and you have a feeling it has nothing to do with stress.

Din was going to be ecstatic.

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[minjix]

skating mishaps → Vinnie Hacker x reader

summary: in which Vinnie’s teaching you how to skate and shit hits the fan

warnings: swearing, blood, pretty gory, concussion= sad boy Vinnie :*, and tooth rotting fluff, overprotective!Vinnie and Noah Beck makes an appearance, yay! also this is pretty long :)

a/n: i know nothing when it comes to concussions and treatments so please don’t sue me for using the wrong information <3

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Your heart was in your throat, as your hands grasped his, balancing on your skateboard which your boyfriend had gifted you.

You didn’t know how to skate, something Vinnie was aware of and wanted to fix. He told you about a dream he had, a dream were you and him were skating, hand in hand into the sunset. You laughed him in the face, not meaning to, and he took it personally. And now you found yourself on a custom made skateboard, made for you and paid by Vinnie.

His grin matched the Los Angeles sun, his skin tan, a temple of tattoos and small, barely visible scars. His blonde curls were swiped back under his cap, and the chain around his neck were its own star. He looked so fucking good, and you didn’t want to disappoint him.

You wanted him to see you and go, that’s my baby, which he did, but you weren’t aware of it. The way he always kept and arm around your waist in parties, never letting you out of his sight. He adored you with his whole being.

So you agreed to letting him teach you how to skate.

You gasped as the board started to roll, Vinnie still in your grasp. “You’re doing great!” He smiled at, his brown eyes squinting. You could only nod and gulp.

An hour passed and you were getting significantly better, and then it all went to hell. Vinnie ran inside the house to grab more water, leaving you on the driveway with clear instructions to not skate without him. But you didn’t listen. You wanted to at least stand on the board on your own, and you did, for two solid seconds before the four wheels rolled under you, and flung the board away from you causing you to fall backwards with a shriek.

It sounded like a sonic boom when the back of your head hit the tarmac, your body following a second after. The pain that followed could only be described as an echo as you sat up, swallowing the bile that tried to make its way up. You were aware that you had hit your head, only you didn’t know how bad it was.

“Vinnie,” it was a mumble, you mouth stuffed with cotton as the world spun around you. Your arms shook, scraped and bloodied as they tried to hold you up. “Vinnie?” Slightly louder, and then he appeared by the door, bottles and chocolate bars in his hands, which were instantly dropped when he laid his eyes on you.

He yelled something into the house before sprinting towards you, almost slipping on some loose rocks. He kneeled down, his eyes wide as he grasped your head as carefully as he could.

“What the fuck happened?” He was frantic as his skin stained red from your blood which flowed freely from your head. You shrugged, half aware of what was going on. “Dunno, must’ve slipped or something,” you slurred as you tried to focus on him, your eyes wandering away constantly.

Noah ran up behind Vinnie, towels in hand. “I had Thomas call an ambulance- holy fuck!” The boy flinched away from your bloody figure.

“What’s happened? Why an ambulance?” You asked, trying to remove the towel which Vinnie used to apply pressure. “Y-you hit your head.” He was about to cry. He was terrified from the amount of blood that was leaking from your skull. “Please don’t move, Y/n, please,” he pleaded as Noah helped him remove your prying hands from the almost crying boy who’s own hands were covered in your blood.

“I told you not to get on it,” he said quietly, an far away echo of a siren sounded and more people had stepped out of the house with towels and water.

“I’m still fucking confused, what happened?” You sounded agitated, your legs restlessly kicking around. Noah glanced at his best friend who’s cheeks were flushed and eyes glassy from tears. He cleared his throat, focusing on you. “You hit your head, y/n/n.”

“Why?” The siren was loud now, grating against your skull. The brown haired boy gave you a small smile, waving at the ambulance as it drove up the driveway. “You fell.”

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You sat on the hospital bed, a thick gauze wrapped around your head as a light were shined into your eyes. The doctor had introduced herself earlier but you had already forgotten her name. “right pupil is larger than the left,” she mumbled to herself as she took notes.

A knock sounded from the door, and a nurse stepped in, a gentle smile on his face. “Dr. Fletcher, they have some visitors.” You knew it was Vinnie.

“Let them in.” And you were right, but he was also followed by Noah.

Vinnie’s eyes were bloodshot, his hands shaking as he took you in. You were still dressed in your bloodied clothes, scrapes cleaned and bandaged and a thick gauze wrapped around your head.

“Will they be okay?” Noah asked as he stared you down after noticing his friend being tongue tied.

“Yep!” Your doctor gave the two boys a reassuring smile, “grade 2 concussion, so they’ll have to return for an evaluation tomorrow and the day after to assess their functioning, and if everything is as it should than my advice is plenty of rest and symptom limited activity.” You groaned, too many complicated words.

“My stitches?” You asked quietly, “oh! Right, they should dissolve by themselves, but keep the area clean and it should heal nicely with out any scarring.”

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Noah walked a few meters in front of you and Vinnie who’s hand was firmly grasping yours. “You scared me to death.” He whispered, not wanting to acknowledge the traumatizing scene that was replaying on a loop in his mind.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered back and he made you stop with a gently tug. “I love you, so fucking much,” his voice shook and his jaw tensed. You could only nod, “I love you too, and I’m sorry for not listening to you.”

His only response was to wrap his arms around you, kissing your cheek repeatedly. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Fuck, I love you so much it hurts.” He cried and you immediately followed, tears of both shame and guilt rushing down your cheeks.

You grabbed his cheeks and leaned your forehead on his, and the gauze resting uncomfortably between you both. And you kissed him for all he was worth. And fuck, he was worth every breath of fresh air you breathe. He was worth waking up in the morning for, knowing he’d be resting beside you, soundly asleep with his curls in a disarray.

Your lips left his, “I love you too,”

[imtheindiekid]

Sweet creature.

Prompt: Reader is the new resident at the Sonic Catering Institute run by the excentric Jan Stevens, the woman who sponsors her art and in exchange asks reader to become her lover.

Ship: Jan Stevens x fem!reader.

Warnings: FLUFF in caps, literally so much fluff and besotted reader (lol), pet names, Jan Stevens being the bundle of joy I know she is. Reader is not a minor! Kisses LOTS OF KISSES (bc you cannot tell me Jan is not a softie for giving and receiving smooches). Kisses as love language, mention of alternative food art but not really. Mostly reader and Jan being two fools in love.

A/N: Hello again! Here I come to fulfill my dream of Miss Jan Stevens having an affair with one of her residents (but a real relationship, we're a big no no when it comes to Billy Rubin and his lack of international love smh) So yeah, hope you enjoy! xo.

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Food it was always more than the simple sustain for life, or a way of living or making profit by creating meals to offer at a place. No, it was more than that when it came to you and food, almost like a deep connection to know more about it, your curious mind wandering trough the cook books and kitchens you had access to, always wanting to know why such bond held a very special place in your soul.

The only explanation you could give it was that the universe granted you this rare talent in order to pursue it, even at a young age.

Enjoying any kind of dinners was an experiencie, and everytime you did it never failed to feed the craviness of reaching new levels when it came to food. Almost like a miracle, you decided this uncertain but luring path was the one you needed to follow.

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It took some years and a great amount of failed plans, but you were finally happy at the way this whole thing of food music turned out, even when at an early stage of it people thought you went completely mad for creating art made by food that was not eatable at all. If they put it out like that it sounded crazy, but you knew they didn't understand, not even one bit.

Great thing you never cared for hearing others peoples opinions about you ditching college and embracing the alternative yet excentric art of sonic food catering, the one that made your heart fully happy. And so there you were, after small gatherings in cramped spaces, effort and love for this art carried you to the magnificent Sonic Catering Institute; a place where your ideas and wishes could rest easily and get sponsored by the right people. By her, and only her.

Jan Stevens was the woman you would never see at the street or a common place. You were sure she was a woman you would never see her at all, and yet, the only one if she randomly appeared behind an aisle at the supermarket or a the next table in a restaurant. The oddity about her and the looks she always wore were the whole essence why you reached for her, the reason why pleasing her was as important as creating your art.

She had you in a chokehold, your muse.

And of course, Jan Stevens knew the power she held on you as well the the love and praise that seemed to escape without shame from yourself when it came to her. It was adorable, seeing you so enamoured with her and always behaving like a puppy around her expensive dresses. She loved it, so much that it wasn't so long after you both came to an agreement; she would sponsor after the residency if you became her lover, stating that she could do international love and being thousands of miles apart wasn't a problem for her to keep loving you.

You sealed the agreement by kissing her so unexpectedly, making Jan Stevens smile.

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It had been two and a half months since your acceptance at the Sonic Catering Institute and one month since becoming Jan Stevens newest lover, and those were blissful days. Making art and sharing a compassionate love with a wonderful woman it was truly more than you have dreamed of.

A wonderful woman whom had her slender hand wrapped around your arm while taking a peaceful stroll with you through her mansion gardens. The day was beautiful and sunny enough to make both of you take a break from brainstorming ideas for the next gathering and soundchecking, so instead of spending the rest of the day in between the sheets, you and your lover went for some calmness at their favorite place.

"Look there my love, those flowers are blossoming today."

"They are indeed sweetling. Thriving and shining like you, Y/N."

A smile appeared in your face as soon you heard the soft voice praising you and comparing your success to the bush of flowers that bloomed so beautifuly that day; Jan Stevens never failed to burst love and adoration beneath your skin, with her words and pretty names she used to call you most of the time; she still had to maintain the façade of professionalism when it came to presentations or those dinner parties she threw occasionaly.

You didn't mind it though, that people weren't aware of your relationship, they had no right to know about it or think that you're only using Jan Stevens for getting her money. So therefore, it was kept secret in order to enjoy it in your way. In a few months, you would be pursuing the next phase of your art, and at that time the residency would be over; so no worry about secrecy.

But right now, strolling by the bushes and old trees with your excentric yet handsome lover, was more than enough to you.

"How can you say such things and not make me blush like a poppy?"

You asked, gazing at her and actually starting to look as red as a strawberry, which made Jan Stevens laugh softly and reach one of your cheeks with her free hand, caressing it. The mere action had you almost like a puddle, if you could actually turn into that, but it wasn't very practical if you thought about it.

"Because sweetling, I love the red flush that crawls through this beautiful face of yours. So beautiful and kissable and which I absolutely adore."

"Jan Stevens, please my peach!"

The blonde laughed again, finding cute the way you would turn bashful at the praise she threw at you. Having enough of standing up, Jan Stevens gently pulled at your arm and grabbed the skirt of her black and white dress, leading you both to a bench near the shadow of a big tree. There, you took a seat next to the older woman, careful of not stepping accidentally on her dress.

As soon you sat down, a couple of hands went straight at your face and turned you to look at your love, who was smiling before closing the gap between you two in a series of short kisses. You didn't waste anytime and found a place for your own hands in the waist of the blonde, tracing so slightly and lovely the curves of her body possesed.

The sound of hums tickled against your lips, making you smile at it and knowing that your beloved peach was really enjoying this demostration of love. It turns out Jan Stevens love language was mostly kisses, and she loved giving them to you or receiving them happily from you; the lipstick she used always got smeared in the corner of her plump lips while you ended with a face full of lipstick stains and a drunk in love face.

The range of her kisses would vary on the mood she was; sometimes, they were no more than a peck to remind you of their love. Other times, she would pin you against the matress and leave you breathless by how her kisses grow hotter and needier, this time reminding you of the power they held.

But the ones you loved were the ones that gave with such patience and grace, holding you as if you were a fragile and delicate thing. Those were the ones that gave you at the garden and you totally fell for it.

"Jan."

"Too tired to say my name, sugarplum?"

She whispered against your mouth, kissing you a couple of times before pulling out of the embrace, but not totally to be apart. Your eyes felt heavy and tired, but an enamoured smile was in that face of yours; the sight of you, fuzzy and high in love was endearing to Jan Stevens, who couldn't stop looking at you.

"Perhaps my lovely bunny would love to go and take a nap. Looks like someone's tired."

"Not tired, just simply love drunk thanks to you peach."

"You're always seem to be love drunk baby."

This time it was your turn to laugh at her response, squeezing gently her hips while a foolish grin appeared on your face. She was right of course, you were always love drunk and all because of her; of her captivating love she had in her soul. You simply rested your head in her shoulder, pulling her body close to yours.

Jan kept a hand on your flushed face, stroking your cheeks or playing with your hair, while the other one found a place in your lap. Silence filled the space rapidly at the absence of words, but it was okay; there were moments with such intimacy like this one that words didn't need to be said. Both of you just knew how much love was in between.

It didn't take long for Jan Stevens to kiss you, never having enough of your kisses which you gladly give. Pecks turned into sweet kisses that turned into a full make out session, suddenly initiating a fire in your lower abdomen and made you whine against Jan's lips; your hands gripped her hips while the elegants of your beloved traveled to your torso, teasing you so slightly.

Then, she drew out again and caused you to protest at the lack of her warm, but a finger was placed in your lips to silence you.

"No whining darling, and let's take this into bed."

The mention of laying with her instantly cheered you up, and also caused you to stand up to take her hand and pull her out of her seat. Amused and in love with your reaction, Jan Stevens followed you through the gardens and into her mansion, already looking foward for all of the things she plans to do with you.

Oh how she loved being the headmistress of a place like this. And how she loved you.

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The end. <3

[toomanybandstocare]

{By Your Side Tonight}

Program: As the 501st's support agent, you've come to grow fond of your boys. Even if they're reckless and obvious. You only just marked it up to be a part of their charm, and two members of the boys in blue enjoy pulling at your heartstrings. Always trying to stay one move ahead of them in your game, a night out to 79s has you kneeling before one of them after what should have been a fatal blaster shot.

Pairing: Arc Trooper Fives x GN! Reader

Side Pairing Ref: Jesse x OC! Embrey, Rex x GN! Reader -> tiny hints

Genre: Fluff, Teasing, Flirty Humor

Length: 3930w

Warnings: Flirting, Petname (Cy'are, Little One, Mesh'la), Blaster wound, Some swears

Counselor Note: So excited to be apart of @cloneficgiftexchange!! The lovely @miaowshacat requested a funny/serious situation for their gift. Hopefully, you enjoy this! My sense of humor is definitely flirty irl, so I know that's not typically what humor is considered.

Request Prompt: "Please stop getting shot, it stresses me out". "Oh, well if you don't like it".

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Skyscrapers shoot pillars of faint illumination through the night sky, and speeder taillights leave trails of neon in their wake. As war rumbles across the galaxy, the blaring bass and sonic speakers from the surrounding clubs cause Coruscant's lower levels to vibrate. Overly excited club goers stumble and giggle amongst themselves on the walkways as wary eyes peer out from alleys.

Even on nights out, a heavy unease seeps into your bones once you step onto the landing platform. Your eyes narrow as you try to take everything in, but not even the bright signs help you see past the heavy rainfall tonight. 

��If you keep glowering like that, you’ll scare away anyone who might consider asking your sour ass for a dance,” Fives shoulders past you and throws a wink over his shoulder.

You roll your eyes and follow the rowdy boys in blue closer to the pulsing music, “I’d be more worried about anyone seeing past your ego, if I were you. You do know that sweet words and drinks will only compensate for so much. Right, Fives?”.

Jesse howls in laughter, and Echo claps your shoulder. “Got you there, vod. For the so-called ‘people’s man’, you’ve been striking out lately,” Echo laughs. Each clone walks beside you with buzzing excitement, fitted with their new planetside outfits. Similar to their blacks, they all wear a tight, compression top with short sleeves with matching cargo pants. 

“Who’s side are you on, traitor,” Fives shouts back. With an unconcerned shrug, Fives’ face melts into a smile of soft admiration: “Maybe, I have my heart set on someone, and I don’t want to fuck it up”. 

Your breath hitches. For the faintest moment, you catch Fives’ eyes flickering to you. The rain splutters as it lands in the forming puddles by the line to 79s. A few stray away to kiss his cheek bone and trail down his glowing expression. They hang, frozen, on his jawline before they race down the column of his neck and find a home in the dip of his collarbone. Quick as the moment, the storm thickens, and Fives refocuses on his brothers leaving you with a racing heart.

“The side of reason, di’kut,” you cough as you shuffle closer to the entrance when the line moves. Knots twist and sit heavy in your stomach as your gaze shifts from one group of friends in the line across the walkway to a group of illegal speeders in the next landing bay. Pushing a deep breath through your lungs, you roll your shoulders. Even shifting your weight from side to side, you still feel restless surrounded by some many unfamiliar people.

Fives takes you in with a gentle look and holds your face, “Hey, look at me. Look at me, okay?” His soft voice rings clear from the cybernetic cacophony that makes your ears prick. You meet his honey colored eyes and feel your gaze soften. He leans in close to your ear, “Everything is going to be okay, I promise you. 79s is the safest club down here, and you have a small army of clones that’ll have your back. I’ll be by your side the whole night if you’d like”. 

Calloused fingertips carefully soothe your warm cheeks. Cool droplets of rain help tame the frenzied tingles burning your skin. Fives looks towards his brothers while carefully running his hands up and down your arms to help ease your nerves. While you think about his offer, you notice the coy looks and smiles directed at Fives over his shoulder. Pushing a heavy breath through your nose, you close your eyes and lean into his hold. Fives’s hand naturally falls to rest at your hip.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, it plummets into your stomach. Crushing the few butterflies who hoped to soar. “Well, I would hate to sour your night,” you shoot him a teasing smile and pat his chest moving up in line. Your lips purse as you hand over your ID to the bouncer, and the thumping stereo only further irritates you.

While you wait for the rest of the group to hand over their IDs, a warm hand rests between your shoulder blades. Although very similar to the ones that held you moments ago, you know it belongs to another. Slightly larger and holds you with a firm tenderness that you allow yourself to ease into. “Safe to assume this game’s continuing tonight then?,” Rex asks as he shuffles closer to you, allowing Hardcase and Dogma to pass over their credentials.

“Care to elaborate on what game you’re referring to, Captain?” you ask with a raised brow. Your blood sears through your veins as Rex meets your smoldering gaze with a knowing glint in his eye.

“There is not a single person who doesn’t see the two of you playing cat and mouse,” Rex lowly explains, “I’m getting quite bored watching you play around, little one”.

His hand trails up and across your shoulder line to rest on your upper arm, tucking you into his side. The only relief from the flush of warmth washing over you is the fact that you feel Rex’s heart hammering against his chest almost as fast as your own.

“And what would you have me do, hm? Or would you like some more attention instead? All you have to do is ask,” you ponder, “Besides, it’s all good fun. Did you ever think that I might like being the one who’s chased? This little game isn’t as straightforward as you may think”.

He shakes his head with a small laugh and guides you through the entryway into the club. “Then I’ll leave you to your fun tonight. You’ll have to teach me the rules to your heart next time, mesh’la,” Rex’s voice darkens as he parts away from you with a lingering touch. The fleeting feeling of his calloused fingertips trailing along your side makes you dizzy.

Bodies twist and bend around each other to the DJ’s beat. Flashing lights twirl and surround you in a warm glow as you step down into the ever fluctuating crowd. The boys in blue start to holler and skirt past you to get a jumpstart on their night. Kix pauses by you, “If you need anything, just grab one of us, alright? Have some fun tonight, too”. Before you can even spare a smile, he disappears into the mass of bodies.

You push and shove your way through the wave of patrons swarming the entrance to try to make it to the bar. Sweaty bodies graze up against you trying to get to their next destination while the deafening bass pounds your chest with every beat. Glimpses of the illuminated shelves of drinks and mixers being tossed in the air can be seen in the small openings between passing bodies as you squeeze through the last line of people.

Your chest constricts as more people seem to push you from behind and others shuffle you sideways. Reaching out with one arm, you huff before pushing back against the wave of people around you. With everyone moving in different directions at once, you’re jostled in the thick of it. When you break free of the rushing crowd’s pull, you tumble forward from its hold and it into the welcoming arms of another.

“Thought you said you didn’t want me by your side tonight,” Fives’ warm breath tickles the shell of your ear. He pulls back with his signature smirk and leads you with a hand resting on the small of your back to a pair of open bar stools.

You shoot him a playful glare as you settle onto your seat, “Don’t put words in my mouth, love”. You rest your head on your fist and kick him gently underneath the bar. Once the pet name slips past your lips and registers in his mind, Fives’ breath hitches. “Afterall, you were the one who called me sour when I’m only ever sweet to you boys,” you wink at him before signaling over the service droid.

“Now hold on a minute,” Fives leans in on his forearm with a smile pulling at his lips, “You’re sweet to us? Who else is graced by your kindness and charm? Thought I was the only man for you, cy’are”. Tearing his playful gaze away from you, Fives orders for the two of you. In a moment, two vibrant mocktails are set between your seats.

“Wouldn’t the people’s man like to know,” you drawl out and take a sip of your drink. A refreshing mixture of juices and ice blend together in your mouth. “Now, back to the boys-- how do you think the night will end for them?” you ask and do a sweep of the club with your eyes.

Most of the boys have managed to find partners to join them on the dance floor. Jesse is tucked away in a secluded corner with his partner, Embrey. The two men have only just started seeing each other, but you also catch Jesse smiling at his data pad more often now. Hardcase is tangled with the wolfpack in one of the booths as they continue their usual boisterous recollections of the latest events. Rex joins Wolffe and Cody at the unofficial CO booth on the raised level as they keep a careful eye on their legions.

“Jesse won’t be coming back to the barracks with us. That civvie’s got him wrapped around his little finger,” Fives pulls himself closer to your side and slides an arm to rest on the back of your stool.

You hum in agreement, “I somehow think that’s not hard to accomplish with you boys. You’re all practically a pack of tooka kittens — from pulling at each other's ears to pushing each other to try to get someone’s attention”. You smile at him over the rim of your drink, and the look of utter betrayal on Fives’ face sends you into a flurry of laughter. 

“Oh, don’t leave yourself out of that either,” Fives wags a finger at you, “Nearly bit my head off when you found out I didn’t get medcare after Teth only to keep me close when we were all playing sabacc. You’re just as bad as us when it comes to attention, and I would reckon that you’re even worse”. 

As Fives points out your shared similarities, you can’t help but lean into him more. Nearly tangled together, to the point where anyone could rightfully question if the pair of you are just friends, you rest a hand on his chest. You play with the collar of his shirt with your fingertips. The rise and fall of his breath upticks beneath your palm, and you find comfort in the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

“What’s the matter, love?” You tilt your head, “Cat got your tongue?”

As you pull your gaze away from where your fingers fiddle with Fives’ collar, your heart drops when you realize his attention lays elsewhere. “Now what could be more captivating than our conversation,” you weakly laugh. Twisting your head, you immediately notice the handsome Nautolan man eying Fives from his table. His eyes shift from your friend and widen when he meets your gaze. Even as your breath freezes, lungs constrict, want to push Fives’ arm away -- you instead send the man a soft smile and nod your head.

Turning away with slightly slumped shoulders, you put on a brave face and pat Fives’ arm. “I’ll make sure to tell Echo you won’t be returning to the barracks tonight as well,” you say as you rise from the stool. With a swift swoop of your arm, you grab your drink and quickly finish it off.

“Cy’are, come on. Sit back down. I said I’d stay by your side tonight, which means I’m not going anywhere you aren’t,” Fives pleads. One hand grasps your forearm and weakly attempts to guide you back to the stool.

Even with his warm expression inviting you to rejoin him, his hand feels cold against your skin.

Even with the teasing tip of his smirk pulling you back to his side, his silence rings clear.

Even though Fives is the person you dream of waking up next to in bed each morning, Fives’ eyes wander everywhere except for the one person who stands by his side.

“Go have fun, Fives. I’m going to search for some of mine own,” you reassure him and slide his hand away. You shoot him a wink as you walk past him and blend into the wave of patrons.

Once again flooded with the overwhelming proximity of strangers, frustration flames through your blood. The sticky atmosphere chokes you as your heart pounds against its cage. The corners of your vision blur and darken while you move solely focused on the entrance. Stinging static drowns out the annoyed protests and looped music tracks from your hearing. The moment you break free from the club’s hold, you stride into the crisp night air that envelops you in a thick downpour of rain. 

Not sparing a glance behind you, you continue to move as far away from the clone club. Yet with every step, something nips at the back of your neck. Not even an hour ago, you wanted to leave and return for a night in the barracks. Now you follow the near-empty streets as they twist and wind and lead you further away from your friends and into an awaiting pit of darkness. Finally able to blink away the rain just long enough to catch sight of a nearby storefront awning, you dart for cover and shiver against the cool durasteel building.

Heavy breaths wrack your body as you watch the trickles of rain plummet from the awning. 

Maybe it was time to put a stop to your little game and come clean?

The occasional speeder joins the rushing soundscape that drowns out your comlink’s alert. 

You heart wrenches at the thought of cutting off both men.

Faint shapes of bodies not even glancing at your hiding place come in and out of focus from the downpour. 

Then again, neither seemed too interested in making the next move.

Until one shadow stops. 

You shake your head to clear your mind from memories of their shared looks, and you push away your thoughts.

Its shape growing and defining itself against the curtain of rain that had shielded you.

Steadying your breath, you carefully stand. “Not another step,” you demand. In the moment the shadow pauses, you slip off your comlink and send an alert to the shared channel of the 501st. Hopefully, the darkness is your ally this time.

“Wouldn’t you want some company?,” a husky voice calls out, “This isn’t the type of place to be wandering around by yourself — especially in this weather.”

They take a step closer.

A faint alert chirps from your comlink.

“My friends are on their way,” you coolly reply as thunderous footsteps and shouts roar against the brewing storm.

The shadow’s head tilts, but not in contemplation. 

“That’s what we were hoping for,” the shadow snarls.

Shivers shudder down your spine in realization.

Just as you launch yourself from your spot, blaster bolts strike through the night sky like lightning. No longer concerned about the shadow who slipped into the darkness, you run towards the echoign command. Clenching your fists, you slam your feet against the rain soaked platform.

“Fives,” you shout.

Blaster bolts illuminate the walkway and reveal silhouettes struggling against one another.

“You picked the wrong person to go after, ge’hutuun,” one of your boys grunts.

Rain droplets pelt down on you and leave stinging splotches on your skin.

Bringing your comlink up to your mouth, you grit your teeth against the howling wind. “This is 501st support agent to base, do you copy? We need back up. This is an emergency, do you copy,” you try to speak clearly against the growing panic bubbling inside you.

A single scream silences the street’s symphony.

“Fives,” someone calls out.

“Fives?” you breathe out.

It feels like the rain weighs down on you and locks you in place. Each footstep harder to take than the last. As the 501st comes into view, tears blur your vision as you hastily look each man over.

Rex and Jesse stand just off to the side, speaking to a holograph of Commander Fox with apprehensive expressions. Hardcase, Dogma, and Tup surround the dazed assailants while pacing every few steps before returning. 

Echo and Kix kneel on the ground beside a body just ahead of you.

“Fives?” you croak.

Echo raises his head and motions you over to join them. His serious gaze pulls you from your cemented spot and into a run.

Skidding to a stop, you sink to your knees next to Fives’ head. Your eyes flicker from his pained expression to his heaving chest to the blaster graze just above his hip. The outfit he was so excited to wear out for the first time now smolders around blistering skin.

“This wasn’t the show I was hoping to put on for you, cy’are,” Fives hoarsely laughs.

A watery chuckle breaks your chapped lips, “Well, you’re quite the showstopper. You can put on an actual show for me another time. But, please stop getting shot, it stresses me out”.

Fives lets out a booming laugh that’s quickly cut off by a groan, “Oh, well if you don’t like it, I’ll just have to ask the Sith to stop the war for me. Sure they’ll be real understanding -”. His sentence cuts off when he sucks in a sharp breath.

You look over to Kix who has a less than amused expression at the two of you. One hand barely applying pressure to Fives’ wound.

“Calm down, you’re not going to die,” Kix rolls his eyes and slightly shoves Fives’s side, “You have second degree burns, di’kut. Just need some bacta patches, and you’ll be fine with minor scarring”.

“That should have been a direct hit though,” you murmur, looking at the wound. You face Fives once again, yet this time he won’t meet your eyes. Resting your hand on his jaw, you make him meet your pointed gaze. A slow warmth grows underneath your touch.

“His clothing is made up of an experimental light-weight, ballistic material. It’s a prototype for casual bulletproof clothing,” Kix explains and pulls  your attention back to him. He tugs at the singed edge of Fives’ shirt. The cloth barely moves from the strain. “Did -- did he not tell you why we came out tonight?” Kix asks you with an incredulous laugh.

“He actually went through with his dumb plan. Kriffsake, this should be good,” Echo snickers and shuffles away from you.

“It’s bulletproof?” you shriek at him.

Fives quickly throws his hands up and scoots away from you to push himself up into a crouching position. “Not completely! That’s why we had to test it out,” he defends.

His words still you. Narrowing your eyes, you watch as Fives pales under your sharp gaze. “Test it?” your voice comes out a low growl.

Fives sends a weak glare over your shoulder, “Who’s side are you on, traitor?”

Echo and Kix burst into laughter, barely spitting out coherent words. “The side of reason, di’kut,” they reply in unison.

“You were the one who volunteered to be the mark,” Kix notes.

“‘Just you watch, I’ll put an end to this little game of ours tonight,’” Echo say in a poor imitation of his twin, “‘By the end of the night, I will confess my undying love for my cy’are”.

“I did not say that,” Fives barks back.

“I am so grateful that shot didn’t kill you,” you confess while you drop your head in relief. You try to conceal the snickers that threaten to slip past your lips.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Fives perk up. “Does that mean I can take you out on a date?” He asks.

“No,” you say. When his posture slumps once more, you slowly raise your head and meet his disappointed gaze. “No, I’d like to take you out myself,” your voice drips with false sweetness.

“Well, who am I to say no to a lovely date with my cy’are,” Fives leans closer to you with a small smile spreading across his face.

“I’m so grateful that bulletproof material kept you alive just long enough for me to take you out myself,” your voice growls in playful anger. 

Fives’ eyes widen, and he pushes off the ground and sprints away from you. “Cy’are, I’m sorry,” he laughs and shouts over his shoulder.

“Too late. Get back here, di’kut,” you yell and launch after him.

Footsteps slosh and slap against the platform while both your laughter mixes with the comforting hum of the evening. As you near Fives, your gazes meet as he turns to check on you with an adoring expression. Reaching out with one hand, your face lights up when he turns completely to face you. Arms open waiting for you to join him by his side once more.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you press yourself close to him. His hands rest comfortably on your hips, and Fives ducks his head in the crook of your neck. The gentle scratches as you play with the edge of hair bring small hums from his mouth that softly tickle your skin. 

“I’m still going to murder you,” you mumble into his shoulder.

Fives hums, and his hold tightens around you. “Just wait until after the date. I’m looking forward to it, and it would be my life’s regret if I never actually had the honor to spend the night by your side”.

The soft glow from flickering neon signs wraps around your bodies as the rainstorm eases to a gentle lull. Neither of you pay attention as the Coruscant Guard passes. Some send Fives a celebratory salute while others clap your shoulder with a chuckle. As the night life fades to distant hum, Fives straightens himself and pulls you under his arm to lead you back to the group. Soft smiles and shouts of relief greet the two of you, now that the game has come to an end. 

At least for tonight. 

One pair of eyes linger on you for a moment longer than they should have. “Rex, we’re good to head out now. Gave Fox the report and analysis already,” Jesse states.

Rex pulls his gaze from where you stand tucked comfortably in his vod’s hold, and he nods at Jesse. “Then I think it’s time we head back to the barracks and get some rest. I’m sure we’ll find ourselves absorbed in another game by the time we deploy again,” Rex shakes his head with a small laugh.

Jesse looks at him with an impressed, yet shocked, expression. “Don’t tell me you’ve been keeping out on us and have your eye on someone,” he says with a light elbow jab to Rex’s side.

With a knowing look in his eye, Rex motions for Jesse to make his way over to the awaiting transport. Once everyone from the 501st and guard are accounted for, Rex allows himself to relax against the wall. Letting his head fall to one side, he steals one more glance and smiles at the sight of you dozing off on his brother’s shoulder. Rex raises his gaze and meets Fives’ eyes, and they subtly nod at each other.

The night may be over, but the game is still in play.

[ikesenhell]

Nothing is as Quiet as When I'm With You

You can find all masterlists at the top of my page (AO3, Genshin Impact, Ikemen Sengoku, and Ikemen Vampire). NOTES: Gender neutral insert of choice, be it the Traveler or yourself. No thoughts, only Tighnari fluff.

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Being with Tighnari was always quiet. 

Not the quiet of too long spent mulling over difficult questions, or the unsettling silence that always predicated danger. It was nothing like the eerie calm that followed a harrowing fight. Time spent in his tent–be it in Gandharva Ville or in the forest itself–was difficult to pin down. 

They’d only experienced it once before. After so much time bouncing around between cities and conflicts and adventuring jobs, the crackle of Electro and the sizzle of Pyro and the frigid crack of Cryo everywhere , they’d become accustomed to the sonic drone. But they’d stopped at a river in Liyue to bathe (alone, alone for once in a very long time), sucked in air, and slipped backwards under the water. The sandy riverbed was clear and cool. In the unfamiliar calm, they opened their eyes and stared up at the water’s surface, admiring the sunlight rippling overhead. 

This felt the same way; a sliver of time barely present before it was gone, so precious and fleeting that it verged on unreal. Mawtiyima Forest was cool and crisp and quiet. Air like a clear river filled their lungs. Only the faint rustle of clothing and breathing slid past the hazy, blanketing silence. 

“Look at me,” Tighnari murmured. He sounded amused. They could picture his expression; wide awake despite the early hours, eyes slivered and mouth cocked. “Are you falling back asleep?”

“No.” It was half-true. They’d barely woken to begin with. 

He hummed, disbelieving, and rubbed his thumb against their jaw. A new sound: Tighnari’s persistent heartbeat. They nestled into the crook of his arm and inhaled. The familiar woody, rich scent of his study samples and bark and rain and the balm he coated his tail in wrapped around them. 

If pressed, it was difficult to pinpoint where this all began. They’d entered Gandharva Ville, made themselves familiar with the rangers, accepted the pamphlets, been scolded by Tighnari for recklessness in unfamiliar territory. Somewhere along the way, they’d become friends. Somewhere further, they’d become comfortable (comfortable the way that only people who used their bodies in work and war could be, proximity unfamiliar to those with the luxury to maintain a psychic distance from themselves, an easy, open relationship with being manually steered and physically acknowledged and grabbed and moved). 

And then sharing a tent became accidentally waking wrapped around Tighnari’s leg (they hadn’t heard the end of that joke for weeks). And then the accidental contact became normal. And then it became gentle. And somewhere between the tenth and twentieth time they awoke in The-World-Doesn’t-Exist-Yet hours of the morning, legs interlaced with his, cheek resting on his collarbone, nose grazing his neck, Tighnari changed their dynamic once more.

(This time it was intentional. The same silence had wreathed them then, too.)

For once, Tighnari wasn’t wearing his gloves. His nails grew in tiny diamond talons, fingers verging on human-but-not-quite. Against their cheek, the bones in his palm felt shockingly foreign (sometimes they forgot he wasn’t human, although the ears did much to remind them). He’d been talking about the latest mushroom sample for so long that they’d begun to dip back into sleep, lulled by the unfamiliar comfort and warmth. 

“Hey,” he snipped. It lacked the typical edge. “I was talking to you.”

“I know,” they murmured, blinking up at him. “I was listening, I promise.”

He just stared. The angle was a little awkward, but he didn’t move–just held their face, craning it upward to his, a push and pull neither of them had accounted for when they wrapped together. 

Tighnari sighed. It feathered across their mouth. “I want to kiss you.”

From anyone else, that declaration might’ve woken them up–lightning to a system, anxiety injected into the bloodstream. But not for him. For Tighnari, it was so easy, so intuitive, so gentle that it hardly merited nerves. 

So they just blinked, boneless and comfortable, and wrapped an arm around his neck. “I’d like that.”

He hummed. And they both had to twist a little uncomfortably (they released a tiny displeased noise and he laughed, half-heartedly scolding “Come on now, you have to work for it”), and then–

It was like summer rain. Or a rush of cool breeze off a warm ocean front. Or lying by a fire on a cold night. Or drifting under the surface of a Liyuen river, relishing the muted sunlight and silence. 

They parted. He smiled; they smiled; Tighnari wrapped an arm under their knees and hefted them into a different position, one better suited to kissing them once more–twice more–three more times. His fingers traced their earlobe and they shivered. 

“You know,” he chuckled, tugging on it again, “For as often as I get bothered about my ears, I’ve never touched one of yours.”

They slung an arm around him, tracing his shoulderblades. “How is it?”

“Weird. I guess I didn’t expect it to be so… fleshy.”

“Ugh. Tighnari, could you have picked a worse word?”

He tilted back his head and laughed. That, too, vanished into the gentle quiet, a temporal sound in an ever-moving world. The hitch of sheer joy and tender affection in their chest remained. “But I’m not wrong.”

“I guess not. Ugh.”

And as easily as they’d fallen in together that first time, they found themselves in much the same place now. A light rain began to patter on their tent. Mawtiyima Forest was waking up alongside them. Bird call echoed faintly through the valley. The seasons were slowly turning, mornings wetter and mammals less active. In Mondstadt the leaves were probably turning red. Tighnari’s tail wrapped snugly around their waist. 

“If you want me to wake up,” they murmured, “that’s not helping. You’re making me even more comfortable.”

He chuckled. “I’m willing to give you another thirty minutes. Go back to sleep.”

The quiet eventually worked its gentle magic. Consciousness slipped out of their fingers like river water. And in the delicate, fragile, temporary haze of the Now, here, with Tighnari, they felt him press his mouth into the crown of their head and whisper, “Do you have any idea how deeply I adore you?”

Yes , they wanted to say, and couldn’t. Yes, I do. I feel the same way. 

No one else could make the world as quiet as he could.

[samiwife]

The Juice Box ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Nick Valensi X Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

☾ ⋆*= Incorrect Quotes

A/N: Hey everyone, I'm back with another story. But this one is for Nick Valensi, I'm slowly falling in love with this man. He's so cool and cute!!! Anyway, hope you enjoy it! <3

High school has been boring, people annoy you and nobody catches your eye. It was Monday afternoon in homeroom. You were sipping on the juice box that you brought as you doodled on a random notebook you had. The teacher walks into the room, but so does a tall brown-haired boy following behind the teacher. He wore a white collared shirt with a red tie. His outfit came with a dark-colored leather jacket he wore on the outside.

No doubt, he was cute. In your school, new students were partnered with a student who already enrolled in the school prior. This is done so the new student can tour around the school with the old student. All the girls flock around hoping it is them that gets him. You didn't care you continued to draw as the teacher told the girls to go to their seats and he would announce who the new boy would be with.

"Okay Okay, I know you guys are excited to see who Nick here is partnered with. But I already have the person in mind." The teacher states while looking unamused. You look up to pay attention to the teacher.

"Nick, could you sit by Y/N? She'll be your partner to help you tour around." The teacher said pointing to you and the open spot near you. Nick nods and begins walking towards you. You were shocked but you remained calm on the outside. The girls in your homeroom give you dirty looks as Nick sits next to you.

"Um hi, I'm Y/N. But you probably already knew that when the teacher said it." You said smiling at him, Nick looks at you and smiles as well before he opens his mouth to talk.

"Yeah, I'm Nick. I'm guessing you already knew that too," Nick said chuckling at you. You smiled wider and closed your notebook.

"Nick, tell me about yourself. I will tell you about myself in return," You said smiling widely. Nick looks down and then back up at you.

"Well, I play guitar. Me and my buddies are in a band. Um, I love music, my favorite artists are Blondie and The Velvet Underground. They're my inspiration for my guitar playing" Nick explained, you sat there and listened as he talked. You admired his voice, it was relaxing and calm.

"Oh cool, well I guess I have to keep my word." You said smiling. Nick nods and sits closer to hear you better.

"I write, bake, play ukelele, I collect CDs. I love music as well. My favorite artists are The Cure, Talking Heads, and Sonic Youth. There's not a lot of interesting about me I guess." You explain while laughing. trying to ignore the feeling of awkwardness. Nick notices your nervousness and embrassassent. He leans closer to whisper in your ear.

"You don't have to feel embarrassed around me, I won't judge you," Nick whispers, sending shivers running down your spine. Your face flushed red as Nick slowly lifted his head while smiling. Your nervousness gets the better of you, as you reach for your juice box, your finger falls weak from shaking so much. You drop the juice box, and it hits the ground.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm just not used to someone being this close," You explained while laughing at yourself. Nick looks at you with gentle eyes and gets up to grab some paper towels. Nick comes back with a handful of paper towels. He bends down and begins to clean up the spilled juice.

"No, Nick. I should clean it," You said while bending down to Nick's level and holding his hand to clean up the juice instead. Nick looks up at you and smiles gently. His hands were warm and not sweaty at all, unlike yours which were cold and sweaty. You were nervous and shaking. Nick notices and pulls you in suddenly. His face was inches away from yours. The air freezes between the two of you. Seconds pass and he presses his lips against yours. His lips were soft, your nerves calmed down and you began to close your eyes. Nick pulls away and looks at you. You open your eyes and look at him.

"Are you alright now?" Nick asked as he still held your hand. You couldn't form words, you studdered out a response.

"I-I'm okay, you didn't have to do that," You said looking at Nick worried. Nick still notices you're nervous.

"I know, but I wanted to. You seem unique and I like that," Nick said while letting go of your hands and getting up to throw the wet paper towels. Nick comes back and holds out his hand to help you up. You take his hand and stand up.

"Come on, let's go. I want to see around the school." Nick demands as he drags you out of the classroom in a hurry. You look down and smile at what just happened.

"I like you already" You managed to mutter out. Nick hears you and turns his head to face you.

"I know, I like you too," Nick responds by smiling at you as he drags your arm to the vending machine.

"Seems like you know more about this place than me, but what are we doing here?" You asked looking up at him. Nick chuckles and inserts money into the machine.

"Getting you a new juice box, I felt bad you dropped your old one," Nick said as he pressed the option for juice. The box drops and Nick quickly drops it. He hands it to you, it is still cold. All you could do was smile at him. Nick smiles too and takes your hand again.

"Now, time for the real fun, show me around," Nick said running around excitedly. You walked ahead of him and began to take the lead.

"Okay fine, let's go," you said sipping on the new juice box and running ahead. Nick follows behind and watches as you sip on the juice box. Nick smiles and feels happy that you are too. The energy between the two of you is bright and you blush at the idea of Nick.

[midnightshard06]

Flufftober Day 3

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50489362/chapters/127672393

A/N: Yep, doing flufftober. First time doing a writing challenge like this so hopefully all goes well! The first two days are up on AO3. I'm not sure if I'll post them standalone here but we'll see.

Summary: Shadow has had feelings for Sonic for a while. He decides to go to Rouge for some advice.

Pairing: Sonic the Hedgehog/Shadow the Hedgehog

Warnings: None, just some fluff and a confession

Word Count: 1100 Words

@flufftober

“Rouge I need some advice.” Shadow genuinely couldn’t believe he was actually doing this, but he trusted Rouge enough for this.

Rouge perked up, a somewhat mischievous glint in her eyes. Shadow fought down the urge to just leave then and there, but he really could use her advice. “Of course hun. What’s on your mind?”

“There is someone… I have feelings for. Beyond just friendship.” He grit his teeth, maybe he should just leave now. No. No. He needed to do this or it would keep bothering him.

“It’s Sonic right?” Rouge said, a knowing smile on her face.

Was it truly that obvious? Well there was no reason to deny it at this point. Sighing, Shadow nodded. “Yes.”

The bat came over to rest a hand on his shoulder. “You know I was beginning to wonder which one of you was going to figure it out first. I’m pretty sure anyone can see it the way you two interact. Everyone except you and Sonic apparently.”

Shadow crossed his arms. “I’ve known for a long time, though I was unsure about Sonic’s feelings on the matter.”

Rouge hummed. “How long?”

“Long enough.” Was all Shadow was going to give her.

It looked like she was going to push it, but thankfully she seemed to mentally drop it and nodded. “I suppose you want my help getting him to realize?”

“I didn’t know who else to ask, so yes.” Shadow slumped slightly. “I find myself rather inexperienced with this sort of thing.”

“Don’t you worry. With me on your side you’ll have that boy in no time.” Rouge looked confident, hopefully that confidence was warranted.

Things had not worked out like Shadow hoped they would. He was trying his best to follow Rouge’s advice but it all felt so awkward and ungenuine. Thankfully Sonic didn’t seem particularly put off by it, mostly just confused. The only nice thing had been spending more time with Sonic, but as far as Shadow knew the blue blur still didn’t understand the intention behind Shadow spending more time around him. Though his friends certainly did, if the knowing looks people like Tails and Amy had been giving him when he’d show up was any indication.

Honestly the whole thing was just getting Shadow frustrated, so frustrated apparently that Sonic actually pulled him aside after the two had raced and asked what was wrong. It took a lot of willpower to not just say it then and there, but Shadow wasn’t about to confess like some school girl confessing to her crush. No, it would be on his own terms. Throwing the advice Rouge had given him to the winds he decided to try things his own way. “Meet me at the local chao garden tomorrow. Noon. I’ll tell you what’s going on there.”

Sonic looked confused for a moment before nodding. “Alright Shads. I’ll see you there?” There was a tentative smile on his face, one that had Shadow’s heart beating a little faster than normal.

Shadow cleared his throat and nodded. “Yes, see you then.” It was only after getting back home that he realized it did sort of sound like some girl telling their crush to meet them somewhere for a cliche confession. His only solace at that realization was that Sonic probably didn’t see it that way. Didn’t stop Rouge from lightly teasing him about it though.

Shadow was tense as he waited for Sonic to arrive. Thankfully the chao were providing some distraction from his own thoughts. Idly he pet one that had decided his lap was a good place for a nap. This was it. He was just going to tell Sonic how he felt. No more being subtle as clearly Sonic wasn’t picking up on that. If the other hedgehog didn’t feel the same so be it; at least Shadow would finally have this off his chest.

The wind getting kicked up nearby and some happy chao noises alerted Shadow to Sonic’s arrival. “Yo Shadow!” Sonic waved as he walked over, before sitting down in front of Shadow. A small smile was on his face as he waited for Shadow to say something.

“Sonic.” Shadow nodded his head in a sort of greeting. He took a deep breath. There was no reason to be worried about this. Even if Sonic didn’t feel the same it wouldn’t ruin their friendship. Sonic’s friendship with Amy was proof enough of that. Best to just rip off the metaphorical bandaid. “I… care deeply about you. Far more than just a friend.” He didn’t quite have the courage to admit to loving him out loud. Not yet. Not until he knew how the other felt.

It was silent for a slightly uncomfortable amount of time. Shadow could practically see Sonic trying to work out what he said as he stared blankly ahead. Finally Sonic blinked, eyes coming back into focus. “Wait, you love me?”

Shadow looked away in mild embarrassment. “I always have.”

Sonic blinked again, before a light red started to spread over his muzzle. “Oh.” His eyes widened. “Oh. Oh my gosh I’m an idiot.” He put his face into his hands. “That’s why you’ve been hanging out more with me recently and why everyone has been giving me these weird looks.” It was muffled but Shadow could still understand what was being said.

“It’s about time you realized. I never should have listened to Rouge’s advice for so long, clearly you had no idea what was going on.” Shadow crossed his arms. He was partially relieved but he was still waiting to know how Sonic felt.

Finally Sonic pulled his head out of his hands and dared to look at Shadow again. He gave him a sheepish smile. “Heh, thanks for spelling it out for me Shads. Cause I think I like you too.”

Shadow let a small smile grace his face. “I’m… glad to hear that.”

“Sooo…” Sonic drew out the word. “How bout we take things slow? Just for now.”

Shadow rose a brow. “You talking about taking things slow?”

Sonic’s ears drooped slightly. “Hey this is new territory for me. I just wanna feel things out. Make sure we figure out what works for us.”

Shadow hummed; rather happy that Sonic was actually wanting to find out what worked for the two of them rather than rushing into things. “We’ll simply take things one day at a time.” Shadow nodded and Sonic smiled. While it was rather delayed he was glad Sonic finally knew how he felt. It was all the better that he felt the same.

[arts-and-drafts]

Valentine's Day (Movie!Sonic)

(In which Sonic doesn't have a Valentine, and worries that something is wrong with him. I originally wrote this with the thought of exploring how Sonic being aroace would look in the SCU and then it devolved into family fluff :,) I started this soooooooo long ago and finally decided to finish it so sorry if it's a little off from my usual style. Anyway enjoy!)

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"How goes the crafting?" Tom asked, announcing himself as he entered the dining room with mugs of cocoa and tea. Maddie and Sonic looked up from the mess of pinks and reds and ribbons covering the table as he carefully laid their respective drinks by their arms, Maddie swiftly lifting her cocoa out of Sonic's reach as the hedgehog attempted to swipe it. "No sugar for you, mister. It's a school night."

"But Maddieeee," Sonic whined, plopping back down to his seat with a pitiful expression. "I can do school so good if I have extra energy!"

"Nice try, kiddo." Tom commented, mussing up Sonic's quills between his ears as he moved to sit at the table. The hedgehog made an offended noise and his paws blurred as he fixed his fur at light speed. "Careful with the 'do! I got a look going!"

Maddie snorted into her mug as she sipped, Sonic following her lead by grabbing his own cup and raising it to his mouth. "Careful, it's-" Tom tried to warn, but was interrupted by a muffled cry of pain as Sonic spit his tea back out.

"-hot." Tom finished flatly, wincing as Sonic panted exaggeratedly and fanned his open mouth. "Ack--wha' th' heck, Donut Lord!!" Sonic complained, tentatively laying the pads of his paws on his tongue to assess the damage.

"It's not my fault you don't listen!" Tom argued lightheartedly, leaning back to take a sip from his own tea after pointedly blowing on it.

"The decor is coming along." Maddie finally answered over Sonic's dramatics, lifting her garland of hand cut red and pink hearts.

"Oh! Oh! Look at mine, Tom!" Sonic piped up, instantly over his burned tongue performance as he lifted much more janky-looking hearts that barely resembled what they were supposed to be.

"I told him to go slow with the scissors." Maddie said with an amused smile.

"And I said they look cooler this way. Slow is a no-go for me, bro." Sonic continued. Tom felt a fond smile grow on his face.

"They both look great." He complimented. "Which one is going to Mrs. Ground's room and which one is staying here?"

"My art is going to be appreciated by my class." Sonic answered confidently, puffing out his chest.

"And I was thinking mine could ring the kitchen window, what do you think?" Maddie asked, tilting her head to eye the kitchen counter. "Sounds like a plan, boss." Tom affirmed.

Tomorrow was going to be Sonic's first official Valentine's Day in Green Hills. He'd spent an eventful couple months as Tom and Maddie's new family member, but this was going to be Sonic's first holiday he was going to share with his fellow students. As such, he enlisted Tom and Maddie's help with making it special, though Maddie was mostly the only one helping with craft duty. She was much more skilled in that area, but Sonic deemed Tom's role as Snack Runner just as important.

"So, what do you do in a Valentine's Day?" Sonic asked excitedly, looking up from his garland with bright eyes. Tom and Maddie exchanged a look before Tom took a hurried gulp of his tea that burned his throat.

"Well," Maddie started as she tried to force down a laugh. "For you, you'll probably write Valentine's cards for your classmates and give them to each other. You'd just write a nice little message on them to show the person how much you care." Maddie explained.

Sonic furrowed his brow in what looked to be deep concentration. "So...is everyone you like your Valentine? I keep hearing people ask each other that."

"Ah, right." Tom cut in, now composed. "Your Valentine is someone you're sweet on that you ask to sort of be your...date?" Tom glanced questioningly at Maddie, who nodded.

"'Sweet on'?" Sonic tilted his head quizzically. "Someone you like." Maddie offered. "But not in a friend way, in a romance way."

"Yuck." Sonic wrinkled his nose, the disdain in his voice startling a laugh out of Tom. "Do you have to?"

"No, honey, you don't have to." Maddie said warmly, scratching Sonic's ears. "It's just what the holiday is about."

"Wait 'til you learn how it started. I think you'll like that a lot better." Tom stated, taking another sip of tea. Maddie snapped a glare at her husband. "Tom."

"What? He would!" Tom defended, setting his cup down to raise his hands in surrender. "Well now you gotta tell me!" Sonic exclaimed, standing on his seat again to eagerly lean closer to Tom.

"When you're older, I will, promise." Tom compromised silently with Maddie, who backed off her stink eye only slightly. "Puh. You never tell me anything." Sonic complained, slouching back to his seat. Tom rolled his eyes.

A comfortable silence lulled over the three, Maddie continuing to carefully cut out more pink hearts for her garland with her tongue between her lips in concentration.

Sonic furrowed his brows and glared at his paws, something he did when he was deep in thought. He'd only recently started thinking in his own head; 10 years of living alone meant the hedgehog had gotten into a habit of voicing every little thing that crossed his mind just to have someone to talk to. Although it got annoying at times, at least Tom knew what Sonic was thinking when he did it.

"What's eating ya, kid?" Tom ventured.

"What if...I never want a Valentine?" Sonic asked, sounding uncharacteristically self-conscious. Tom and Maddie shared a glance.

"That's okay, bud." Tom said, easily. "You wouldn't be the first."

"But everybody wants one." Sonic pressed, looking up with the most heartbreakingly concerned eyes. "What if I'm weird?"

"You're a talking blue hedgehog alien, Sonic." Maddie deadpanned, and Tom laughed. "It's okay to not be normal."

"And even then," Maddie continued, "there are lots of humans that don't ever want a Valentine either. Some go their whole lives without one, and they're perfectly content."

"Really?" Sonic asked, brightening considerably. "Really, bud." Tom assured. "It's nothing new. It'd be the least weird thing about you."

"And what do we say about weird, anyway?" Maddie asked, raising her eyebrows. Sonic leaned back in his chair and looked away, but a shy smile still crept across his muzzle.

"'Weird saved the world.'" Sonic recounted, as he had a hundred times before. "That's right." Maddie affirmed strongly. "You couldn't have kicked that doctor's butt if you were a regular kid."

"Yep." Tom agreed, raising his mug at Sonic. "That was all you, kiddo."

"Sheesh." Sonic mumbled, his reddening face quickly hidden behind his paws. "You guys are harshing my 'cool guy' vibe."

"We can all see you smiling, bucko." Tom said, the fondest amusement in his tone. "You're not fooling anybody."

END.

[hoshi-y]

Natsuhiko x Sakura doing the things in Natsuhiko's fantasy in "After School Hanako kun"??

Fantasy Date

Natsuhiko x Sakura

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Natsuhiko Hyuuga, Sakura Nanamine

TW : None

A/N : when I tell you I cackled when I saw this photo I really did HAHAHA, my man has the wildest imaginations 😭😭

Anyways, I kinda yknow wanted to make it funny

I HOPE YOU ENJOY 💗 💗 💗

I want to marry you, M'lady.

Would it be the end of the world if Sakura DID accept Natsuhikos date proposals?

Yes, it would be/j

Natsuhiko asked Sakura on a date to the beach and she said of course

He was over the moon

Jumped higher than the cow who jumped over the moon my guy was that happy

They planned the date to a nice beach resort on saturday

He counted the days

Would groan and complain in the morning on why it isnt saturday yet

But when Saturday was right around the corner he could not get any rest because

He didn't get any sleep just saying lol

So when it was time to pack up the car and leave to pick up his lady

He went faster than sonic, finished getting ready, packing his bags into the car in an hour

Since he did all of these too early he had to play another waiting game

He's just sitting inside the car, hands on the steering wheel, with a huge smile on his face at 5 in the morning

If I was neighbors with him I would've called the mental hospital

He was supposed to pick Sakura up an 6am so when they leave it won't be too hot

He was already outside her house

at 5:30 in the morning

Sakura starred outside the semi-dark street at a beaming Natsuhiko outside her house, She sighed as she opened the door and walked up to him

"Natsuhiko.. It's early in the morning, Our call time was 6pm" She rubbed her forehead

"I was excited to see you M'lady~" Natsuhiko flirted which Sakura ignored him "Well, My stuff is already ready anyways, Help me put them in the car" Natsuhiko jumped out faster than a rabbit which startled Sakura a little "Natsuhiko calm down"

"OF COURSE—" Sakura smacked him "Its 5am Natsuhiko, People are still sleeping or trying to enjoy the morning." Natsuhiko nodded and followed Sakura inside her house

Sakura loaded all her things in the car

In just a minute

Why? well you already know why

anyways, they were on the road

The journey to the beach resort was pretty smooth

No traffic

No harsh sun

And they got there really early, not many people were on the shore nor on the pool of the hotel they were staying at

so Natsuhiko and Sakura decided to check in their room to walk around and explore

"Your room will be on 307, if the two of you have any complaints or concerns please refer to the landline inside the room, Thank you for checking in!" The receptionist handed Natsuhiko their room keycard and went to the elevator to get to their room

The elevator they boarded had glass behind them letting you see what was outside

"Their pool here is huuggee" Natsuhiko peaked over "We should eat first, we haven't eaten ever since we left" The elevator halted to a stop at their destined floor, they got off holding their bags and scouted for their room

once they've settled their things in they went back downstairs

Since it's still early in the morning, they caught up with the hotels breakfast buffet

Sakura ate a light breakfast

while Natsuhiko went HAM on the bacon and eggs

"Natsuhiko no one is gonna take the bacon and eggs from you.." She eyed him from across the table, He was eating the bacon and eggs like someone was REALLY gonna take it

"It's so good tho—" He suddenly chocked as he immediately grabbed the glass of orange beside him and drank it all

"Eat slowly, this vacation might turn into a hospital trip." She went back to reading while drinking tea as Natsuhiko scratched his head

After they finished eating they went back to their hotel room to change and walk around

Explored every area

Natsuhiko would flirt with Sakura from time to time using their surroundings

"M'lady, are a flower? cause I'd always stop in my tracks and stare in awe at your beauty~" He said as he eyed Sakura looking at a flower bush, She turned her head as he saw the tip of her ears go slightly red

He cheered to himself that he made her blush

Afternoon rolled in, They went over to the indoor pool to swim around

Sakura wasn't wearing a 2 piece rather a rush guard

not like Natsuhiko was disappointed

he sulked behind a slide

"Man all that swimming around made me hungry" Natsuhiko said as he place the towel over his shoulders

Sakura got up from the pool and grab her towel "We should go eat, there's this food bazaar nearby" Sakura said as she stared off to the direction of the bazaar

"I heard they have tasty takoyaki and the line up was long"

"Well, we better get going before alot of people start lining up" Sakura started grabbing her things as Natsuhiko followed

Well the line ups were crazy

But they managed to get theirselves takoyaki and went to other food stalls to satisfy their hunger

they even tried out some bazaar games

Sakura's hands were full that day

full of prizes

the energetic and happy afternoon has passed and it was now evening

Natsuhiko was thinking of bringing Sakura to this fancy restaurant nearby

He could barely make a reservation earlier cause of how many people were reserving

But he manage to get them a table

Natsuhiko sat on the bed waiting for Sakura to finish up, He was anxious, He wanted to ask her THE question

the sound of the bathroom door opening made him snap out of his thoughs, he looked up and its like an angel was sent down for him

Sakura wore a cute dark green dress with an oversized white cardigan, black flats, and her hair braided into a bun.

He might've been starring at her for awhile cause she was now feeling uncomfortable with what she was wearing "Do I.. look weird?" She asked which he immediately swatted his hands anf shaking his head with a big bluch on his face

"NO, no you look.. stunning M'lady~" Natsuhiko stood up and kissed the back of her hand "Shall we?" He gestured to the door "We shall." Sakura wrapped her arm around his and off they went to the restaurant

the restaurant was fancy as HELL

Natsuhiko was a rich boy no wonder he could afford it all

They got a table on the balcony with a really great view

They ate while they talked, laughed

and most importantly for Natsuhiko flirting

The waiter poured both of them a glass of wine as they thanked him, They both picked up their glass and made cheers (is that what you call it..)

"I had alot of fun, Natsuhiko" Sakura said as she took a sip of her wine "Im glad you did, I saw how stressed you were so why not the beach ya?" he chuckled

"I also want to ask you something.." He placed his glass down and looked at Sakura in a serious manner

"What is it?" Sakura also put her glass down to give Natsuhiko her full attention

"I... I want to um.." He cleared his throat as he fidget in his seat, His mind cleared when he heard Sakura giggle and felt a hand ontop of his which made him explode "You wanted to ask me out, right?"

"Y-yeah! I've.. liked you for awhile.. well you already know that"

"Well, I accept"

He sat there utterly shocked

"W-WAIT YOU WILL?" Sakura nodded as she smiled a little "I've feelings you too Natsuhiko, and I was on telling you too when we get here" Natsuhiko smiled as he held her hand tight

"I'll take good care of you.." He kissed her hand, and enjoyed the rest of the night

(Meanwhile...)

We have once again come back to the school and into the broadcasting room

Tsukasa, Mitsuba, and Sakura were watching one of Natsuhiko's weird fantasies with Sakura, Again. Man they should make a whole series for him and his fantasies

"AHH NO FAIR He took you to the beach in his fantasy and we're not there!" Tsukasa pouted as he pointed at the cartoon bubble he made with his Kokujoudai.

Sakura sighed heavily as he rubbed her forehead "I'm gonna get fresh air. I don't want to watch this anymore." Sakura got up and walked out of the broadcasting room

Mitsuba sat there with a weirded out look till it turned into a terrified-disgust face

"AGGHH TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF! I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THEM KISS THAT LOOKS SO WRONG!!" Mitsuba cover his eyes with his sweater as Tsukasa did not move and continued to watch

"Hey i think they're gonna make porn!"

"B-B-BE QUIET AND DON'T SAY THAT!!"

SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG, I really wasnt feeling well the past few days 😞 and i had a sudden burst of ideas in the middle of the night

I HOPED YOU ENJOYED 💗 im gonna go sleept and get mi mi mi's

[true-blue-sonic]

HI HI BLUE!!! For the Ask Game

5, 20, 25 for Amy

16, 17, 24 for Espio

Hello! ^-^

Amy:

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

I think that would be My Sweet Passion, but I must readily admit I haven't listened to it in ages. But "The sphinx looked so cute, I had to shave it" is such an absolute nonsense line of which I still don't understand the meaning that it does stick, haha! Though I think Follow Me from Heroes is a lot more... well, maybe less strange and demanding(?), and more adorably genuine upbeat saccharine fluff? So those two ^-^

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Best Friend is a strong term, haha. Hmm, I'm not too sure... My heart says Sonic, because I think they make a good match between their adventurous spirits and desires to help other people, plus the fact they're simply already good friends. I wouldn't say they'd be best friends, but a solid friendship is definitely there!

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

I do not recall, I am afraid. I first saw her in Mario & Sonic London 2012 3DS, where she and Daisy were getting attacked by the fog clones, and I probably thought she was quite cute and such. Currently I like her: she's not a favourite character of mine, but I do appreciate that they toned down her crush on Sonic somewhat. I like it when it's still there, but not to the extent that she basically catches on fire and her eyes go white whenever Sonic so much as mentions another girl (hi, Rush). Overall, I would say that a kind-hearted, helpful, (over)eager, and passionate Amy is an Amy I like best!

Espio:

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Answered here! ^-^ (It is none.)

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

I figure that would be basically everything outside of Espilver, haha!

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

I don't have that many other fandoms currently, so I fear that is none. At least, unless anyone else can think of a Splatoon character who is also a very stoic and serious ninja detective? Maybe Marie because she's also got snark? Or Shiver because she's also Japanese-inspired-ish?

[cloudofdarkness]

I need your help

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning :Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types

Relationship: Amy Rose/Sonic the Hedgehog

Characters:

Sonic the Hedgehog

Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Miles "Tails" Prower

Additional Tags:

Comfort

Angst

Fluff

Language: English

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No one can bottle up their feelings for too long, not even Sonic

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Okay, I need your help.

Please don’t tell anyone.

Amy stared down at her phone in silence, her fingers gently tracing the sides of her case as she read the two texts back over and over. She’d done it on her way over there, and who knew how long she’d been standing here in front of his front door. Sonic had never actually reached out to her about these things before, let alone anyone else. He wasn’t really someone who liked to willingly express negative emotions, so it shocked her to suddenly get such a text. Usually when something was wrong, it was played off as “Hey, you wanna go throw baseballs at glass bottles in the junkyard at three am because we’re both upset?” It wasn’t ever just..I need your help. That’s what worried her.

Gently, she knocked on the door, tucking her phone away in her shoulder bag and waiting for a moment to be answered. It took longer than she expected, already plunging her worry deeper than it already needed to be, and when he answered..He seemed perfectly normal. That might’ve actually weirded her out the most.

“Oh hey! You made it!” His usual cheery tone was there, but somewhere she heard a slight crack in his voice. He looked around her as if to make sure no one was following, before stepping back to invite her in. “Tails made cookies! He wanted to try this weird mint chip recipe he found, since we all know he’s crazy about mint. They’re actually not that bad! Just..not my thing. You can grab some if you want! He knows you’re coming by!”

He was..a bit too cheery for someone who’d texted her like he did. It’s not like it was his normal to text with periods and lowercase either. She knew that, everyone knew that. Something was up. And she figured it had something to do with him avoiding his feelings. She knew it was coming, that he’d get so close and then back out of it, but she’d crack him somehow, that’s what she was here for. She knew that’s what he wanted too. “Right. I’ll Ah..bring some home with me. Why don’t we catch up first? It’s been a good minute since I’ve hung out with anyone. I know you and Tails have been up to a lot~ wanna ramble about that?”

His ears perked up in interest as he turned on his heel toward her, leaning against the counter all casual like. “Well~ we met this cool gal, Tangle! She’s this lemur with a super long tail that’s almost like a hand! We hung out with her for awhile..oh! And Blaze is back! She wants to help with the resistance! Thought you’d be happy to know that~”

Amy had to keep her cheeks from flushing at the mention, before clearing her throat with a smile, going to sit back in one of the bar stool chairs. “I’ll make sure I keep an eye out for her~ Anyone else I should know about?”

“Oh yeah! This gal named Whisper! Silver’s all about her, and at first I didn’t really get her, but..she’s kinda like Shadow! She works with people she really trusts, even if at first she seems kinda cut off from everyone else!” He continued, already feeling a bit better just talking about new friends, though he knew it wouldn’t wholly stir the problem from his thoughts. “There was a couple other smaller things but~ not much from my end besides daily plane tests and explorin’ the countryside~ what about you?”

Amy simply laughed at this, playing with one of her bracelets before leaning against one of her arms. “Well..nothing as exciting as you, I’m sure..just resistance work and sometimes visiting Vanilla and Cream. She’s grown so much, it’s crazy! I work for so long sometimes, it really doesn’t hit me how long it’s actually been until I can feel my quills hitting my shoulders, you know?” She tried to lighten the mood, playing with her longer hair for added effect. There was something about her that just..made Sonic feel better than he was before. Even if it was just talking to her, she always managed to keep a positive attitude. How was she so good at that?

“Hey..Ames, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?”

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to ruin the small, happy reunion they were having..but he needed to know. “How do you..stay so positive all the time? I mean, you’re the leader of the resistance and yet you seem so unfazed by everything..like when you guys rescued me. Yeah, you were pretty emotional then but..it was only because you were worried about me. You never once seemed stressed that Eggman had taken over Mobius..and that you were at the head of all that.” He paused, noticing that she was avoiding his gaze now, her fingers tracing the patterned lines on the counter. “..I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that..I just-“

“No it’s okay.” She quickly interrupted him, her eyes falling down to her lap as her tracing slowed to a stop. “I guess you got me~ I..I’m not good with my own feelings. Probably because I’ve never had to deal with anything big before. I’ve never felt upset about anything significant. When I started the resistance..it was a simple thing to look for you. Just our friends and I hoping that you weren’t dead. And then months passed, things became more serious and..everything depended on my judgement. Every time we lost something, it was on me. Every time we lost someone? Me again. Every time..I’d write to myself, and when that wouldn’t work..I’d just..cry. I’d find somewhere that nobody else was, and I’d cry. Shadow left, Tails left..and I felt like I failed you. Even if you were dead, I couldn’t keep two of the most important people in your life safe. I didn’t even go after them..” her voice wavered at that last part, before she stopped, realizing there were tears dripping into her lap. She tried to wipe them away, before sighing softly. This wasn’t about her..but she felt like both of them needed to know this. “..I realize now that..what I felt then, that’s what you feel like every day. And I’m so sorry you have to carry that burden.”

Damnit. She really knew how to read people. He bet she could hear the cracking of his shell. He bet she knew he was going to break any minute now. Maybe that was okay, but he still wasn’t sure. He’d try to put this as delicately as he could. Gently, he took one of her hands, watching her head lift a little. “Remember when we first met? I saved you from Metal and you said I could stay with you because I was a stupid runaway kid not much older than you. And I said, sure but don’t get attached! And then your parents ended up spoiling me so much I stayed for almost a year? I think that was one of the best homes I’ve had.”

Amy nodded, a small smile coming to her face as she met his gaze with watery eyes. “Hah..yeah..and we would stay up all night watching corny movies and looking at cute boys. And you’d act like you hated school, but then saw how fun my classes were and tried to join in with me.” She earned a laugh with that one.

“Yeah well-! They weren’t normal classes! I’ve never met anyone who took five language classes and a chao caretaking class!” He tried to defend himself, pouting rather indignantly. “Besides that, they had cool PE games. And I totally kicked butt at every one! But..then I left for awhile..I met Tails and Knuckles..we all went on adventures..people started knowing my name..they started looking up to me, counting on me. And I became exactly what I’d ran away from.”

Amy noticed his voice fading again, watching as he sat back in the stool behind him, still leaning against the counter. “I became someone that gave orders..that..people would solely trust in just because I did a couple really cool things. It’s like..I know I’m fated to do great things, I know I’m connected to chaos and I’m super powerful, but I just..I wanna do all that and still be me. I don’t want people thinking that my word is law. I don’t wanna be the reason behind failure..I don’t want people sacrificing themselves for me. I’m just one guy.” He paused again, looking down to his hands, before clenching them into fists. “I sometimes wonder what the world would be like if I did die. Not that I want to..but I wonder. Sure, things would be awful..but they’d get better, right? Shadow’s just as good at saving the world as I am. Silver too..you’re an amazing leader, even if it’s stressful sometimes. So is Knuckles. Tails is practically following in my footsteps..it’s like..things would be okay without me. And I’m not just saying that because I think I don’t matter..I just want the world to know that they don’t always have to look to me. They can look inside themselves for judgement.”

When he finished, he realized how quiet the atmosphere had gotten, and he quickly grew nervous. “Sorry, I guess the deep feeling juice is really running its course.”

“Does it feel better?”

“Huh?”

Amy smiled, knowing she’d worked her magic on him. Not even Sonic could bottle up his emotions around her. “Talking about it with someone. Does it help?”

Ah shit..that’s what she was doing all along, wasn’t it?? He’d really gotten eased into this so easily! He simply scoffed, trying to play it off as a small blush came to his cheeks. What a sucker. “I guess it does~ ya really got me there, Ames~ remind me to get you back.”

Rolling her eyes, she hopped down from her stool, going over to hug him and hearing his playful groans of embarrassment. “No~! Not the gentle hugs~! I refuse to be this sappy!”

“Deal with it, punk. Because I’m staying like this for a good minute!! If you squirm, I’m only making it tighter!!” She teased back, before backing out of the hug with a giggle, she met his gaze for a moment, brushing back her quills before feeling herself being pulled back in. Her head rest against his chest, feeling his muzzle against the top of her head. “..Thanks, Amy. I really needed this.”

She gently hugged him back, her fingers brushing the spot between his back spikes just like how she knew he liked it. It was calm. It was nice. It was a small moment, before the kitchen door was kicked open by Tails, causing the both of them to frantically jump out of the embrace.

Tails simply eyed the two in confusion, before going to grab a soda bottle from the fridge. He grinned playfully to Sonic, earning a side eye from him before hurrying back to the door. “It’s nice to see you, Amy!”

“Tails..” Sonic spoke between his teeth, faking a smile as Tails cackled, shutting the door behind him before he could face the other’s wrath. He knew exactly what he’d done..

“..so. You wanna watch corny movies and talk about boys like old times?” Amy tried to stray from the awkward moment, gently squeezing his hand and causing him to revert his gaze.

“Totally.”

[elenothar]

WIP word search

Tagged by @thelaithlyworm (*waves*) for FLUFF, NIGHT, and EXONERATE. Off the top of my head, I suspect I may only have one of these...

After some thorough checking, I indeed don’t have FLUFF or EXONERATE. Several options for NIGHT though, and I’m choosing the Guardian singing AU:

Shen Wei lives in a modestly-sized apartment near the university, having moved out of university-provided accommodation due to “noise”. What exactly that means Zhao Yunlan isn’t sure, but he has visions of thin walls and the particular kinds of sounds people who aren’t social hermits might produce keeping Shen Wei up at night.

Because this one only had one result, I’m adding @forerussake‘s (*more waving*) words I was tagged with to the same post: bright, heart, hurt

BRIGHT, actually in the opening paragraph of a languishing LTR tomb shenanigans fic:

It really wasn’t his fault this time. Wu Xie had still been at least a meter away from the interesting-looking artefact in a little nook off to the side of the burial chamber when a bright flash of light had engulfed him, a high-pitched whistling noise drowning out Pangzi’s startled shout.

Wu Xie coughed – more out of habitual reflex than any real reason to clear his throat – and blinked against the afterimages seared onto his eyelids.

“ – zhen, I swear to the heavens that if you touch one more – ”

“I didn’t touch it!” Wu Xie yelped, hands busily rubbing at his eyes, but there was still a weird golden sheen in his vision, followed by a deep, powerful tug, like somebody yanking him forwards with a hand clenched around his ribs.

HEART, unsurprisingly, turns up in almost all WIPs, so I had to choose. I went with the fic I’m actively working on at the moment, a very canon divergent Guardian fic that’s entitled ‘hostage shen wei’ in my drafts:

“Professor Zhou,” he says, gesturing towards the chair by the coffee table that already has a gently steaming teapot arrayed on it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Professor Zhou demurs, and probably truthfully so. He wants to learn about dark energy after all, and apparently relations between Haixing and Dixing are still not good enough to easily find answers elsewhere. Perhaps the Professor could be persuaded to tell Shen Wei a little of the current political atmosphere in return – not that he intends to be too forthcoming. There are plenty of reasons to be wary. “What is the appropriate term of address for you?”

He wonders what Professor Zhou was told about his situation.

“Just Shen Wei,” he says quietly. “I have no title.”

None that would concern a Haixingren, anyway, and he has hardly felt like Heipaoshi these last few years. That might still leave Professor Zhou with Shen-xiansheng should he wish for greater formality, but that term didn’t exist ten thousand years ago, and feels very Haixingren to Shen Wei besides.

“Shen Wei, then,” Professor Zhou says, inclining his head slightly, and Shen Wei’s mind blanks.

It hadn’t occurred to him that hearing his name spoken aloud could set a vice squeezing around his heart, but perhaps it should have. This is Kunlun’s name for him, the name Kunlun’s lips had shaped in a loving, reverential manner Shen Wei had never quite understood.

HURT from the singing AU again:

“Don’t mind him,” Zhao Yunlan says, ignoring the string of protesting heys when he continues, “you don’t get to work at the SID if you don’t have a screw loose somewhere. Lin Jing is an inventor – he came up with ear plugs that nullify the effect of Zheng Yi’s powers on the wearer.”

Shen Wei nods his understanding, but makes no move to take the box Lin Jing waves in his direction. “I won’t need them.”

Zhao Yunlan’s eyebrows hike upwards. “It’s not really safe without them. Her powers have a sonic as well as a mind control aspect.”

“Very few powers can hurt me,” Shen Wei says with a gentle smile, as if he isn’t admitting to very unusual invulnerability. “To assess whether I can help her control her power, I need to fully experience it.”

I’m tagging @eirenical, @sasamelons, @the-marron with the words: break, sun, mind

[lovearne]

Chime of the clock - Smile Score

All of my fics and my whole page is 18+ only, if you are a child leave. I deserve a safe space to express myself, all blogs under 18 or no age will be blocked. Let me enjoy my experience safely on the internet, thank you.

Word count: 724

Warnings: sleepy Jake, cuddles, fluff

You and Jake had slowly started becoming friends over this mandatory shelter in place, at first you had just went to his house cause he was the closets to your age, and he was funny as fuck when you had met him so you didn't mind.

Jake had constantly tried to hit on you when you had stayed the night at his house. He had promised that he didn't mean any harm by it, and that he's just trying to make you feel like part of the house although you didn't have an issue settling in as Jake was very kind and friendly.

The man would do this cute little smile all the time, even when he was sleeping, it was adorable and hilarious. So when scrolling through tiktok, you see the smile score filter, you knew what you had to do.

"Heya guys, chippy here, sorry it's so quiet but we are gonna test Jake's resting face, he's asleep." You turn the camera onto him, showing his face, scoring in at a solid 45%. You try and muffle your laugh bit that only makes it louder and wakes the sleeping man. "Oh shit I woke up sonic, I GOTTA RUN FOR IT!" You launch off the bed and dart out if the room, Jake following with a very confused face, the smile score now showing a 20% you laugh even more.

"What are you doing chippy?" His voice was thick from sleep and his eyes were bleary. You smile at him, now out of the camera shot with it pointed at him. 

"I chugged 4 red bulls and I seen this really funny filter and had to try it on you. (Don't drink more than one red bull in a sitting, children)" you cautioned the undoubtable amount of people that will watch famous Nascar racer Jake Martin. At the mention of 4 chugged red bulls, and seeing the cans, his eyes going wide and his face pulling in disbelief, and freight. "No," he says in exasperation and concern.

"Bro what the fuck, you drank those?!" The video cuts out just as Jake's face turns to disgust.

"They are tasty, red bull are good Jake!!" 

Jake had gone back to bed after the little scene earlier, but you don't think he truly went to sleep, especially given the sounds coming from his room. He was clearly watching tiktoks instead, and there wasn't anything wrong with that, but normally when you were both awake and watching tiktoks you cuddled. Trying not to be pouty you walk to his door and knock a little.

When Jake gave the go ahead, you open the door to see him on his bed with his camera pointing at you. 

"Aww no, chippy, you're at 0%, you aren't happy, baby?" You shake your head in protest. "Babe, the filter doesn't lie, come here." He pats his chest and you go and lie on his chest, your bare cheek making contact with his bare skin.

"I just like cuddling you." You closed your eyes to feel really content in the moment. Feeling Jake move his arms around you. 

On the screen it flashed at 50% when he adjusted it to see your closed eyed smile, one he didn't know you'd had when you cuddled. He smiles to himself at the camera and that is where the video ended. He posted it and then went to rubbing your back, helping you to get the knots out if your back muscles, and further relaxing you. 

After about 5 minutes of massaging your back, he started hearing your snores so he went back to watching tiktoks, scrolling through various fan videos speculating who chippy was, as nobody had seen you and Jake together before. Some said chippy was a sibling, some said they were his partner and some say they are just good friends. He also scrolled past a few fan edits of him hopping out of his car at the end of a race for interviews. He smiles again, he missed racing a lot more than he thought he would and he can't wait to get back to it. 

Leaving a nice comment on the fans edit before seeing the video through, he closes the app, laying his phone to the side. He holds you in his arms tighter, nodding off with you.

Freddie Stroma taglist:

@nptnewr @likedovesinthewnd @aprilfire18

Divider credit:

@delishlydelightfuldividers

[ventiiology]

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title . windtrace characters . kaeya , diluc , venti , childe type . fluff , bullet-point headcanons

an interesting man in mondstadt is advertising for a game that represented mondstadt’s history but eventually got less played and forgotten over the years. he wanted to bring back the tradition, with more exciting edits made to the game in hopes of attracting more players. you have convinced your boyfriend to play it with you, and hell, it was a wild ride.

kaeya, upon hearing about the game from you, would already be interested

it sounded really fun, so he played it with you asap

he may or may not have skipped some duties from the knights, but in his eyes it was completely within reason

he didn’t tell you about that, of course, or else you would’ve forced him to go back to favonius headquarters and finish up whatever boring paperwork he needed to sign.

anyways..

as a hunter he would be quite experienced, as expected, since he was a knight and had to do similar activities when hunting down criminals like treasure hoarders, the abyss order, etc

you’d have to be good at hiding, otherwise the game would end very quickly

“hm? i’m surprised how you were able to outrun me the first time with your height. i don’t usually fall for the same thing twice, that’s why i was able to catch you~”

as a rebel kaeya would also be surprisingly good at the role

he’s scarily good at hiding and even with your perks as a hunter to trace wherever he is, he still made it really challenging

if you ever get too close to wherever he’s hiding or disguising he might take advantage of having a cryo vision to slip you up somehow

whether that be literal or not

although he’ll get called out for cheating later

“my, you’re freezing up. come on, don’t be salty you lost. you were pretty close to catching me, i’ll give you that.” kaeya says as be brings you into his embrace, warming you up in dragonspine’s bitter cold.

diluc would honestly not be interested at first

it would take quite some pleading, daily bugging, and perhaps a bit of bribery to get him to agree to play

tell him that he wouldn’t have to see kaeya around for the week or something

as a hunter he would spend a good 30 seconds just standing there wondering what he should do. there are a lot of places to hide, and the map was very big. also you could’ve disguised yourself as something from the area, so how could he be completely sure it’s you?

he’s really quiet so you wouldn’t hear him coming

using the hunter ability to trace where you went, he’d be somewhat indecisive on whether he should take his time or run to follow the traces

will use hunter abilities at the most inconvenient moments

for you, as the rebel, at least

like when you think he didn’t notice you and is walking away he’ll activate the hunter ability ‘insight’, which reveals your location and points you out with a pillar of light

diluc will be annoyingly good at finding you this way

“did i scare you? i— i’m sorry. i’ll try not to repeat my actions.”

as a rebel, he’d probably be more hesitant than when being a hunter

multiple times throughout the game, he will mutter to himself that he is not suited for this role

however diluc always seemed to take the longest to find... you wondered how he pulled it off every time

he’s definitely aware of this game

venti, of all people, should know about windtrace, especially its origins...

so he’s actually the one who invited you to play with him

as a hunter he’d love the thrill and challenge of finding you

he would much prefer to be a rebel, but the hunter role was still fun to play as!

he’d take his sweet, sweet time as a hunter

not sprinting all over the place will give him more time to examine places

but if he gets as much as a glimpse of action, he’ll go running towards that

“heeeey! that’s not faaaair! i declare a rematch! if i win this one, you owe me... an apple! no, five apples!”

“deal!”

as a rebel he’ll be able to find hiding spots in places you didn’t even know existed within the map

he might use a little bit of his anemo powers to let him climb up to higher places... if needed

will climb trees a lot, so when you start looking in trees, he alternates his hiding style

and he’s a speedy little shit too— so speedy you can hear him leaving sonic behind

like if you manage to get his disguise out of commission and you spot him since he’s unable to hide, he’ll literally just speed away behind something then you lose track of him

like???? what??? how does he??????

he will taunt you

one time he was disguising and you got pretty close

when your back was turned, he whispered, “missed me~” then will use the rebel skill ‘transparency’ to just disappear and sprint away since he knew that your hunter abilities’ cooldown wasn’t done yet.

“let’s play again! hold on, let me write a song about this...”

you didn’t even get to finish asking him if he wanted to play windtrace with you and he already agreed

this man is a simp

he’ll never admit that, though. he has pride.

as a hunter, the games played with childe will be so nerve-racking and intense

while he’s hunting for you, it’s like his whole aura’s changed

he seemed far more intimidating and scary than usual

“[name]~ where are you~? i can tell i’m getting close...”

why was he taking this game so seriously????????

when playing with childe, you could truly feel like you were the prey and he was the predator

he’ll give you a false sense of security. he’ll make you think that you’re safe from his watchful gaze.

you used your ‘transparency’ ability to become invisible to him

he’ll pass by and you hold your breath, nervous that if he hears a single movement, whether it be an exhale or the small brushing sound of your sleeve moving against your shirt, he’ll be able to find you

he walks away and sprints out of sight. he probably saw movement ahead and went to track that

you started to calm down and your tense shoulders relaxed. phew, he was gone.

then, you heard a whisper behind you as someone grabbed your shoulders.

“boo~”

you jump out of shock and he starts laughing at the scare he gave you

“that was not funny. i’m gonna hate you forever for that one.”

“you can’t hold it against me for that long, and you and i are both aware of it.”

as a rebel he would be annoyingly good at it too

after him scaring you as a hunter you got somewhat paranoid. who says he won’t pull off the same kind of thing as a rebel?

you swore you saw a wooden crate move so you turned around to face it but then it was gone

childe’s light on his feet and barely makes a sound

you’d get more panicked as the timer ticked closer to the end of the game. you really wanted to win this one.

according to the ‘hunter’s intuition’ skill you were able to pinpoint the place where childe was at

you sprinted closer to the beam that gave away his location

you wandered around the area, trying to find where exactly the pillar of light was pointing you to... then the light disappeared

you saw a hay roll near a house which definitely wasn’t there last time you checked, so you took your chance

you were 5 metres away from it when you felt a certain someone pull you into a hug from the back.

at the same time, your timer rang, signifying the end of the match.

how does childe keep sneaking up behind you?

“hah, was it really that hard to find me, love?”

“HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

“i’m just a natural at it, i guess. haha, don’t worry~ with enough practise, you might surpass my skill level!”

[cutegirlmayra]

Here's a prompt idea: Eggmans latest device accidentally turns Amy back into Rosy. But to the Rosy before she met Sonic and the others so she has no memory of her friends and is pretty scared and runs off. So Sonic has to slowly regain her trust and friendship and is reminded why he's glad to have her around as a friend. Just some sweet fluff (eeeeeeeee! I love da fluffy)

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Prompt:

In the thick of the battle, where Eggman has once again blurred the lines of time and stolen two Chaos Emeralds that have been locked into place by a case of glass on either side of his raygun, the team desperately try to avoid getting zapped into another dimensional self or even a past form.

"Wo-hohoho!" Eggman's infamous laugh triggered the large jumping moment of his stomach before he peered down at what he considered the squabbling, pint-sized forms of his nemeses. He beamed a grin of mischief and looked to the blue streak that had foiled every carefully laid out plan since... well... the dawn of his reign of terror upon this world.

"Not this time..., Sonic!" he reared the gun skyward, showing the effort as it jostled the machine a moment as he had implanted the device onto his Egg-mobile, "This time, I'm going back to before you were ever the hero! Back when you a slobbery, good for nothing, vulnerable little child!"

Sonic looked up to see what he was talking about, the device's nozzle being adjusted like a temperature or safe-lock setting, and being too far away to gauge what the actions meant, he just braced himself and ran forward. "Come on!" he called to his friends, Tails, Knuckles, and-

"Sonic! I'm coming too!" Amy rushed out behind the three, as Knuckles and Tails turned around from flying and gliding in the sky by Sonic to see her.

"W-what? Amy? When did you get here?" Sonic looked over his shoulder, but as he did so, Amy looked up and saw Eggman smirking, finally getting the bulky, heavy gun angled down and flipped two switches that started making the device glow and charge up.

"Look out!" Amy threw her hammer to Sonic, who tossed it to the side with a spinning kick.

"W-what?" He didn't understand before turning to see the beam and skidding to a halt. His eyes were overwhelmed with the bright color of neon red before Amy expertly jumped and twirled through the air in an acrobatic-like maneuver.

Seeing this, Eggman's face dropped from his insane joy to one of disappointment and surprise as she narrowly summoned another hammer and it intercepted the beam.

Lightly tapping the edge of it, the beam suddenly bent and 'flipped a U-ie' and looped itself back to sparking and hitting her hammer. Since her hand was attached, it sparked and moved to consume her frame in seconds within the bright red light, before she fell down to the ground, her silhouette showing her head coming up as she was trying to push off the ground... The hammer fell with a few flops before shrinking in size and turning into a typical Japanese hammer toy for toddlers.

Tails looked up to Eggman who grumbled and moved the gun, looking down off the side of his Egg-Mobile, as though not sure if his device was really going to succeed or not, but curious what it may do.

"Amy's younger than Sonic... if he put a date in that's too far back..." Tails's eyes shook as he felt his body pulse back in shock at that thought... "No..." his eyes arched and he looked down to Amy, flying as fast as his twin-tails could take him. "Ammmyy!!!" he called out.

With Tails's added cry, Sonic's eyes stopped shaking and he blinked back into the reality of the situation. He also ran to her as Knuckles glided down from hovering in the air to be in front of Amy, glaring up at Eggman to keep an eye on him while Tails and Sonic went to Amy's side.

Tails fell by her but as Sonic went to reach out for her, grabbed his reaching arm with both hands, pulling it away, "No, wait, don't-!" he warned, "The ray traveled from her hammer to her body, it's probably still able to. I bet it's transferable with touch, did you see the way it looped back after Amy tipped its line's edge with her hammer?"

Sonic looked to Tails, then Amy, seeing the shadow of her looked as though struggling to rise up, possibly... was she in pain?

"You expect me to do nothing? Tails, I can't just... sit here and watch!" Sonic used his hands to express himself, turning them up to their palms and bouncing them a bit with the gravity of his words reflecting his heart. He looked with arching eyes back to Amy, who slowly began to shrink as her voiced struggles turned more and more higher in pitch... until...

The light blasted off, as though a paper-wrap being torn and blown up and then...

Tails and Sonic peered over the fabric of red, then Eggman continued to lean with a mouth forming a curious, small 'o' before having to grab the other end of his tilting Egg-Mobile just to stabilize himself and not fall over. Due to the size of the raygun attached to its front, the weight balance wasn't good, and as the gun's tip slid with the weight Eggman was leaning on--it almost flipped fully over!

His leg came up to counterweight it, but why am I spending so much time describing this funny scene when I'm clearly breaking up the tension of what happened to Amy Rose?

"Amy..?" As the sparks were gone, Tails finally let go of Sonic's hand.

It was the free then to reach out and lightly grip the edge of the now large dress, and slowly draped it to the side as it gently skimmed over light pink quills.

It was a small ball, almost the size of a melon, before it softly stuck out a long, protruding nose.

Tails's and Sonic's eyes widened, not having seen that since... well, before she hit puberty.

"Is she..?" Sonic began, looking to Tails before the little creature yawned and stuck out a hand, patting the ground and sniffing, before finding the edge of the dress again and grunting in annoyance at someone removing its blanket.

It found it and kept trying to toss the warm, lightweight fabric ontop of itself, again, pulling its long nose and pointed muzzle back into its curled ball and bringing its hand back under as well.

Eggman flew around at all sides, trying to see over and past the two heads but Knuckles kept on him and zipped to every direction he tried to look as well, "Oh, no you don't!"

He was growing irritated, taking the gun and bopping it to spark it to life again, charging. He figured, if it did work, might as well fire on the rest of them!

"We're gonna have to start up a nursery." Orbot was looking through large, exaggerated, almost like a space telescope with a small, looking-glass end for his eyes to peer through binoculars back at Eggman's HQ.

His view showed Tails carefully wrapping the large dress over the small, trying to sleep child and looking to see the hammer. He picked it up and placed it on top of the now wrapped dressed over the curled baby hedgehog and shrugged to Sonic, not sure how he was going to reverse this.

Sonic's anger was now full, he turned with a shaking fist, squinting in his fierce sense of justice up to Eggman who continued to bonk, kick, and jostle the gun to get it up and going before looking down to see Sonic's fury. "Eggman!"

He winced, his mustache drooping at his tone.

He lifted a foot back up to the rim of his Egg-mobile, "It's... grk... jammed!" he suddenly was flung back as the gun went crazy and shot everything in random directions.

The ray hit a flower and turned it into a sapling, a great oak to a sprouting twig, and a Butterfly passing through into a Caterpillar...

"Well, at least I know it works. Oh no!!" His glasses 'tink'ed down slightly as the gun rotated up and then fell as though backwards... facing Eggman.

Orbot screeched through his vocal box, "Doctor!!!!"

After a ray of light, Tails walked up the hill with Eggman carrying the large Egg-Mobile and raygun attached to it on his shoulders and half his back. The two looked back as though waiting for Sonic to drop the young Eggman off at his base for Orbot and Cubot to deal with. Unfortunately, they begged Sonic to help them, and he conceded as he raced back with Cubot and Orbot under his armpits--since they were just a small iron bar for a body anyway--and a toddler Eggman whacking the side of Sonic's face and laughing. He was still bald, but no mustache.

The three headed to Tails's lab, Vanilla and Cream trying to take care of the two with Orbot and Cubot who were like rattles in his grip. "H-Help!" Cream approached, leaving Vanilla to finish clothing Amy in her old attire.

"There!" Vanilla pulled down the iconic, puffy green shirt as the little girl looked it over. "Hmm, ain't that wonderful? Looks like you kept your old clothes, boxed up in a storage part of your closet. It was titled 'Future Family', isn't that sweet? Like hand-me-downs." she cupped her face as though that was so sweet, but when she looked down, Amy was gone. "Oh!" she immediately covered her mouth and started looking around, "Amy? Amy, dear..?"

"Now, Mr... uhh... I guess you're just Eggchild now, huh?" Cream went to pick up Eggman who kicked and squirmed in her grasp. "Momma?" She saw her mother frantically lifting up pillows on the couch, as though she lost something and gently put them down with a sigh.

"Where could she have gotten off to so quickly?"

Back in Tails's workshop, the door creaked open a bit as Amy stumbled in and hid in the scrap metal, not sure who these people were, but listening to them as they spoke.

"Apparently, my theory was false." Tails began, turning to Sonic and Knuckles, who had his arms folded while Sonic's was relaxed by his sides.

He was trying to remain calm, after all, the two little things were in Vanilla and Cream's care. He was resting easy for now, hoping to get this solved soon.

Tails showed the dial on the raygun, pointing to it as he had dislodged it from on Eggman's Egg-Mobile, "These aren't dates or times, they're molecular ages..." he explained, then looked up at Sonic, "In other words, based on whatever stage of life it's set to, anything hit with this thing will turn into that form during that cycle of its life."

"But... then why doesn't Eggman seem to remember anything?" Sonic gestured a hand out.

"Yeah, we asked him, and even then... he's not talking." Knuckles frowned, but Sonic shook his head and put a hand on his shoulder, making him look at him funny.

"Knuckles, Knuckles, Knuckles... he's not old enough to talk yet." Sonic teased, patting his shoulder a second before smirking at him, "However, if his mind was the same, he'd certainly have acted angry, right?"

"Exactly," Tails nodded, as the two turned their attention back to him, but Knuckles growled in annoyance at Sonic's slight belittlement of his statement. "It's still got the Chaos Emeralds, wielders that manipulate time and space attached to it." He turned their sights back to the dial, "Which means..."

"It's taking them back to that time, too. Not just their body." Knuckles finished for him.

As though not expecting his intelligence, Sonic and Tails turned to look at him stunned, and Knuckles looked back at each of them, "What!?" he exclaimed, unfolding his arms to have them gesture angrily out at them, "I'm not stupid! I can connect the dots!"

Amy didn't quite understand what these older kids were saying, but had to find a way out of here.

She looked around and found the garage switch! That should open the door and get her out of here with these weirdos!

Even though... of the weirdos...

She looked to Sonic, her eyes slightly shining.

Was pretty handsome...

"So, that's good news, right?" Sonic spoke up, "If we can just turn that thing in the right way, we should be able to get Amy and Eggman back to their normal ages, right?"

"A simple fix." Tails nodded, "Better than most outcomes, haha!" he then looked to the symbols. "Thing is..."

Knuckles and Sonic leaned in, waiting for Tails to finish as he lowered his head.

"I... can't tell what Eggman's code for figuring out the placement means..."

Sonic put his hands on his hips and leaned forward as Knuckles arched his back and face-palmed himself.

Everyone just kinda sighed or groaned.

"Great! We gotta go through trial and error?!" Knuckles spat out. "How long will that take?"

"And more importantly," Sonic walked up to Tails, standing beside him, "Is it safe?" He angled his head in a tilt back, as Tails shook his head.

"We shouldn't try it on Eggman or Amy just yet. Give me some time, I should have it figured out in a jiffy." Tails responded light-heartedly, still showing it was possible and not too terribly difficult, but Knuckles threw up his fists.

"Time!? How long do you expect us to babysit these-!?" Before he could finish his sentence, Sonic gasped and pointed to tiny fingers reaching for the Garage door's button.

"Look!" he cried out, as the three turned and Amy flinched, jumping into a spin to lightly tap the button and scoot under the rising door. "H-hey!" Sonic dived and reached out for Amy, but she was quick and small, meaning he got trapped by the rising door and had to wait to scoot under it. "Darn," He smiled, finding this kinda fun. "Hey! wait! Don't get hurt!" he called out, which stopped the fleeing Rosy girl, who turned back and put her hands over the other and up by her chest, surprised that... anyone would care about her like that.

Who were these people?

Sonic, crawling out to where his torso was at least through the slit, smiled kindly to her with eyes that showed only care and... even a bit of playfulness.

She narrowed her eyes... that was strange, but she blushed and took off again.

Sonic closed his eyes and let out a chuckle, getting up on his knee as the door slowly... but surely began to rise up enough for him to fully stand. "I'll take care of our little rascal, Tails. You just get that machine decoded." He flung back a thumbs up, and Tails nodded.

"Leave it to me!" he seemed determined.

"H-hey, what, are you saying I have to look after Eggman?!" Knuckles stomped the ground as he stepped back, flabbergasted by what this might entail for him...

Tails just looked to him and laughed, "Vanilla and Cream have Orbot and Cubot to help them out, why don't you go with Sonic? She's a slippery one, he might need all the help he can get!"

"I can handle her on my own," Sonic folded his arms, not even looking to see where Amy had run off too, a bit overconfident. "It's just one hedgehog, and you're forgetting something." he winked, holding up a pointer finger and wiggling it with a shake of his head. "I'm irresistible!"

Knuckles scoffed as Tails placed the raygun down and covered his mouth as he chuckled.

"Yeah, well... how much trouble can a little girl get into, yeah?" Knuckles drooped his arms a little, hunching his back as he walked towards Sonic. "It's better than whatever I'd have to do wiping Eggman's butt!"

"He's not that young." Sonic lowered his eyelids and tilted his head, putting his hands on his hips and then raising an eyebrow, "You... do know the different development stages... right?"

Knuckles flinched, "How am I supposed to know anything about babies!?"

"Toddlers." Tails corrected, "And they can be quite intelligent. They use mimicry to learn and grow. They're always watching." Tails held up a finger, as though instructing Knuckles, "You two be on your best behavior. Who knows, if we change Amy back, she might have picked up a behavior or two from you." He shrugged, making Knuckles wince as Sonic winked secretly to Tails, in on the prank.

"Yeah, Knuckles," He put an arm around him, making him even more uncomfortable, "You'll have to be the outstanding role model for Amy from now on, until Tails figures out the dial settings, anyway." he grinned, totally fooling and freaking out Knuckles, which he was gullible enough to believe.

"Oh, man... I-I-I don't know how to be one of those!" he worriedly admitted out loud.

"Don't you worry, buddy, I'll show you the ropes, no problem!" he gestured out a cocky shrug, "It's easy! Just remember your typical moral code and be sensitive to the child's needs! Nothing to it!" he gave him his signature thumbs up and wink before dashing off, "See ya, Tails! I'm off to find Amy!"

"Don't play too much..." Tails mumbled, but Sonic was already gone. He looked to Knuckles, chuckling as he held a hand over his stomach for a moment with the action. "It's okay, Knuckles. Just... entertain her for a bit until I can figure this out. It shouldn't be too difficult, just like Sonic said, it's all about being on your best behavior." he closed his eyes and shook his finger as though that's all that was required.

Knuckles mimicked the action, holding his own finger up, "Be on your best behavior... got it!" he waddled off, keeping the finger out, "Best behavior... just be on your best behavior..!"

Tails, flying over to make sure Knuckles was gone... suddenly burst out laughing.

Sonic stopped to look behind him and see that Knuckles was a fair distance away, then smirked again, "Heh, now that he's out of the way... Hmm..." he put a hand up over his eyes to block the sun, looking happily over the area to find a speck of pink. "Now... if I was a confused little hedgehog... where would I be hiding..?" he found a patch of long-leaf, bushy plants that were moving near the jungle. "Ah-ha!" he took off as Knuckles called out to him.

"H-hey! Wait for me!!! Ohhh, Soniiiccc!!" Knuckles picked up the pace, "Man, I gotta make a good first impression, don't I? Am I... intimidating? Amy's probably never seen an Echidna before if she's a toddler again, yeah? Oh man... I'm gonna suck at this!" he hurried up the hill to catch Sonic, as he slowed down and started to fake wandering through the brush.

He stuck out a foot and felt the ground out, putting his hands behind his head, "Huh? Now,... where, oh, where could that darling little hedgehog be?" He teased, putting his hands down and by his hips, facing his back to where he could clearly see and hear her moving through the bushes, crawling to try and get away and stay silent.

But she was anything but stealthy. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled, then dramatically began his performance. "Oh shucks, I really thought we could hit it off and be friends, too." He put a hand up to his forehead, speaking loudly. "I guess she doesn't like me... how sad, I think I might... be alone..." he faked a sniff, putting his hand down to his chest, "For the rest of my days... Poor, old Sonic." He shrugged and shook his head out, then smirked and narrowed his eyes behind him when he heard the shuffling stop.

'Got'cha.' he let the smirk reach the corner of his muzzle, 'Your bleeding heart is still too good to pass up someone who you feel is in need. No matter what age you are, you're still a bit of a saint.' he flopped down to be more at her level, but acted as though he was whining and complaining, "Ohhh!!!! What ever will I do!" he lifted his head to call up... then opened an eye to see if she was coming.

Just as planned, a tiny little hand gripped the back of one of his two spikes on his back.

He smiled kindly and looked back to her with great care to not seem threatening, "Well, hello there." he suddenly saw her look up and blush, then take off. "Huh? Hey, wait, where are you going?" He didn't bother to reach for her, just watched her.

"Ah, faking shy, eh?" He gave her a fond look, before Knuckles tumbled down to the ground with a bent and twisted body, looking completely out of his element in his worry of having to re-introduce himself to Amy... as a kid. "You're really banged up about this, aren't you?" Sonic teased, seeing his apparent struggle.

Knuckles got up and rubbed his head, on his hands and knees now, "Shut up..!" he countered, "Besides, what makes you so chill about meeting Amy again at this age? Aren't you a bit concerned she won't like you like she does now? O-or did now, o-or..." As he tried to figure out the tense, Sonic just rolled his eyes up and started crawling on the ground towards where Amy scampered off to. "Hey! Quit leaving me behind!!" Knuckles shouted out as Sonic lifted a foot up and tapped his mouth shut.

"Quiet, will ya? You'll scare her off." Sonic watched as Knuckles blinked, then nodded as Sonic removed his foot, "You really have never talked to a girl before... have you?"

"What's that supposed to mean!?" His anger spiked, but he was shouting in a whisper now, his fist up by Sonic and his teeth now pointed, eyes white in fury, and insulted with an anger mark showing through. "I was alone on an island my entire life! What's your excuse!?"

"I grew up around orphans..." Sonic muttered, looking around casually with his eyes for any sign of movement of where she might be.

"H-huh..? You did?" Knuckles blinked his eyes again, amazed.

"Yeah, you guys." Sonic teased, smiling back at Knuckles. "Tails, Amy... I was always being admired by those younger than me... it made me appreciate people like you and Eggman." he turned with a mischievous look in his face to Knuckles, pulling an eyelid down and sticking his tongue out, "I never had to be anything for you two."

"Why you..." Knuckles twitched an eyebrow in annoyance, but Sonic then lifted up a pointer finger, reminding Knuckles of what Tails had said.

"Just remember, tender love and care." He then grinned a beaming smile as though this was fun for him, and trekked back through the foliage as Knuckles held up his own finger again, repeating.

"Be on your best behavior... Tender love and care... got it... Ah! Hey! You're going off without me again!" he crawled after Sonic... but really, he was just following his lead.

Amy flopped a few long, dangling leafs off of her as she finally made it through the jungle floor's flora and looked up at the giant temples and structures before her.

She had never seen anything so massive and brilliant, tall and imposing... she looked behind her to hear Knuckles bumping into Sonic, and him telling him to 'watch it' and realized that those two strange boys were still after her.

She puffed up a cheek, 'Don't they ever give up!?'

She took off towards the steps of the temple before shying back and growing scared... one wrong move... and she could slip and fall all the way down the steps...

She rubbed her head with both hands, already scared of that possibility before gasping as Knuckles and Sonic came out of the bush.

"Huh? There you are!" Sonic called, very friendly, "Hey, where ya going?"

She immediately shivered, what did these men want with her..?

Sonic saw this... and immediately lost the nature.

He got up, "Hey, we're not here to harm you." he lifted his hands out to show her that it was okay, to not get worked up and calm down.

She scooted away, looking back up the structure and then to Sonic and Knuckles.

Sonic's eyes bent sweetly, "There, see? We can just talk and play, alright? We're not as scary as you may think-"

Knuckles bulldozed out and knocked Sonic down, the two tumbling as Sonic flailed a bit in the tangled wrestle of sorts, Knuckles having vines all over him.

"Ahhh!! It's a snake, get it off of me!" it clearly wasn't...

Amy was freaked out and all of Sonic's 'calming' energy escaped her and was pointless as she started the climb up the temple.

"Oh no!" Sonic pushed Knuckles off of him as he kept 'fighting' the vines he thought were snakes. "Amy!" he called out.

She paused... looking back at him, she wondered how he knew her name.

He raced over to her and held out his arms, "Amy, jump down, you'll get hurt!" he reached out further, showing how sincere he was. "Amy..." His eyes carried a look as though he wanted to protect her...

Her own eyes sparkled and shook... someone... someone truly wanted to be there for her?

Her hand moved a little off the next step she was going to climb, as though to trust that Sonic would catch her, but then...

"Got it! Haha! Take that, snakes!" Knuckles flopped the snakes off of him and then looked to see her on the temple steps, "GAHH!!! My ancestorial shrines!!!" He gripped his hands to his cheeks, then ran over and held up a fist, looking stern and fierce in his face as his brow was sharp and angled down. "Get off of there, you're far too small to be climbing that!" he shouted, as Sonic scolded him immediately and narrowed his eyes to him.

"Knuckles!"

"What!? .... ohhh..." Knuckles lowered his fist and loosened the features on his countenance. "Eh-heh... too much?" Some awkward sweat at knowing he had made a mistake dripped down the side of his face as Amy kept climbing. "Gahhh!!! She's gonna fall!" Knuckles worried, before jumping up and hitting his spikes on his fists to the temple's wall, hurriedly climbing up that way, "Ura-ura-urah!" he was like a red stream train that terrified her.

"Knuckles, stop it! You're scaring her!" he was making it worse, so Sonic scaled up the temple after him, running along side where he was drilling his fist in to keep scaling the large structure, "What happened to 'best behavior' and 'tender love and care'?" Sonic quipped back, but Knuckles just tsk'ed.

"You think your way is working any good? Pfft! She hasn't come to you yet, either!"

Sonic frowned, tilting his head as though he had something to prove now.

"Fine." He dashed up in front of Knuckles to stop him from climbing as ancient dust sprayed onto his face, making him cough and stop fully in his tracks.

"Hey!" he hacked, "Grr... what was that all about?" He didn't seem to understand... Sonic's gentleness towards the situation.

Amy kept climbing, her whole body having to pull itself up over each step before she looked down and panicked, seeing how high she had already gotten and the cold chill of the atmosphere that made her flinch back and cling to the stony, yet smoothened over through time steps.

She closed her eyes... and then... a hand reached out to her.

"Amy..?"

She blinked her eyes opened and looked up, amazed to see Sonic had made it to the steps above her and was reaching down, that same care in his eyes...

'This handsome boy... what does he want with little old me?'

"It's gonna be okay, Amy." Sonic's voice seemed to raise the rising heat on her cheeks. "You're gonna be alright, just hang on. Take my hand, I know it's scary, but you don't have to go back down alone. I'm here now, and I won't let you go. I promise."

His words... the expression on his face...

Every bit of her wanted to trust him.

Her mouth opened and then closed, her head turned away and her eyes shut as well. "I..." she could barely speak in her fear, "I can't."

His eyes blinked and lightened up a bit in curiosity, "Why not, Amy?" He was still being supportive, just wanting understanding.

"You..." she shivered... was she still afraid of him?

"You'll fall, too."

It was moments like these that melted away whatever cool guy attitude or ego Sonic thought he had. His eyes bent in absolute consideration for her... even in her own fears, she always thought of others and was more worried about pulling him down with her than her own safety.

"That's what I've always admired the most about you, Amy." He beamed a smile that when she looked to it, was like the very sun on top of the ancient ruins... like a sun god.

"Even in such a tiny body... your heart is as huge as can be."

With that, she went to take his hand... but then there was a tremor.

"W-woah-woah!" Sonic held on as only a foot and a hand was now on the steps above her, and her little body was being tossed about a bit, desperately trying to hold on. "Knuckles!" Sonic cried out, as Knuckles was charging from below, finally grabbing her ankle.

"Got her!" Knuckles grinned and snickered somewhat, "Hehehe, now you can't get away. You grab her from above and we'll glide down, Sonic!" He shouted out, making Amy flinch as she started hitting his head down.

"No, no, no!" she cried out, tears on the corners of her eyes, "Bad man, bad man!"

"B-bad man!?" Knuckles, getting repeatedly stomped on, looked confused, "We're trying to save you!"

"She means you, Knuckles!" Sonic gritted his teeth, "You have no tact, man!"

"Screw that! What does a tack have to do with this!?" He didn't seem to understand the term...

Sonic shook his head, then allowed himself to fall a bit down before catching himself again, kicking Knuckles with Amy as she watched a protective and caring arm go around her waist. "Get off, you brute! You're horrible with kids!"

"Brute!?" Knuckles was suddenly kicked down and fell, "AHH!!!!" he glided and looped around to another part of the wall. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?"

"Tsk, some heroic first impression, huh?" Sonic sarcastically stated,... as Amy's eyes began to fall in love with this strange blue hedgehog...

He helped her kick the bad man down...

He held her but wasn't trying to rip her off the stony mountain building...

"Who..." she softly let out, her little, high-pitched voice so cute as Sonic looked to her.

"Hmm?" he waited, still and comforting, for her to finish her question.

"Who are you, mister?" Her sweetness also came with some bitter aftertaste to him... as his eyes bent... wishing she knew all the history they had together...

His mind wandered to dates where he would carry her shopping list, and how she would spin around and give a cheery open-smile to him... "My hero!" she would chime out.

His eyes danced in those memories... barely remembering her as Rosy the Rascal, but mostly... as Amy Rose.

He smiled and closed his eyes, 'heh'ing as he then opened one and gave her a charming smile. "I'm Sonic!" he put a bit of gusto into it, "I'm Sonic The Hedgehog!"

"Hold her still!" Tails's voice suddenly flew into earshot as Sonic broke out of his dynamic introduction and looked down to see Tails flying up in a spiral. "Herrrree I goooo~" he lugged the heavy raygun up all the way and then fired it towards Amy.

The next day, Amy was knitting something on her porch, tapping her toes against the wooden porch before sighing and looking to the sky...

"...I was always on my own, then... longing for someone sweep me off my feet... I had no idea... that what I really needed was..." She paused when her hair flew to the side and she covered some of her face from the wind, then smiled as Sonic had raced by.

Her smile rose and she giggled, leaning forward and getting up off the step to grip a beam and lean her head lovingly into it.

"Was someone to believe in me... And support my adventures... no matter what."

And she was happy.