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[fluideli123]

Sonadow Fic Rec

Okay, before you jump down to the masterpieces listed below, I just wanted to state this:

These authors have given this phenomenal content for free, baked with time and effort. I have never once ignored this, hence why I try and comment on each and every one of these fics. However, my energy and ability to be verbose differs day to day. Some of these fics I have not given proper comments for, despite this, I will be on it the moment I can be. In the time being, (once I am able to find my comments on each of these fics) I will be sharing my adoration for them further in other posts (and most likely link back to this one).

With that being said, please, PLEASE take your time to check each of these fics out. If they're not your cup of tea? Valid! But hands down I have never dedicated myself to making a fic rec like this until now. But I MUST share and spread these works, they are much too dear to me not to, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

(All fics are listed by order saved in my bookmarks, not in the order read)

tangled threads and bite-marked shoulders by @rubyiiiusions

Words: 32,287 | Series | Complete

Shadow hissed in pain. The laser had just grazed him, but it still stung, and he instinctively gripped the wound it left on his arm. “You dare-” He stopped. The laser hadn’t hit him. In fact, it had struck Sonic, right on his lower left arm. So why did his forearm feel like it just got shot? He whipped around, fear climbing up his throat, and he suddenly became hyper-aware of something new. It was like a sixth sense, feeling the confusion that emitted from Sonic’s fur in waves as if it was his own. “What did you do?!” Shadow snarled. or, eggman accidentally soulbinds shadow and sonic, and no one has any idea how to undo it.

Sleepwalking by Tirainy

Words: 22,117 | Complete

'There is a strong arm curled around his torso, the appendage keeping him close to its owner, whose warm breath is ghosting over the back of his neck. Sonic is sure he went to bed alone the previous night, but he isn't worried about the intruder. After all, this isn't the first time this has happened…'

Secret Admirer by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 24,313 | Complete

Sonic understood well what it meant to be loved. He was a world-famous hero, after all; his presence never went unnoticed. For the most part, he lavished in that attention, he soaked it in and encouraged it. But not romantic attention. So, when the blue blur found himself falling in love? Well, the prospect was rather daunting, no matter how easy Amy had made it out to be. So maybe, just maybe, he should just take the easy way out...

Rose Drops Series by @magicstormfrostfire

Words: 122,489 | Series | Complete

Love, Intuition, and a little bit of magic ensues as Amy sends Sonic and Shadow on an unforgettable adventure.

Wolfboy by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 73,856 | Complete

World-famous monster hunter Shadow the Hedgehog has a job to do. It doesn't take long for the one-shot wonder to realize that this job won't be as simple as he'd expected: a small town, rumors of a lone werewolf, and a handsome, green-eyed, chronically-injured casanova who manages to worm his way into Shadow's heart... What starts off as a simple job turns out to be something much more life-changing.

Blizzard Bedfellows by @magicstormfrostfire

Words: 21,294 | Complete

When a rare blizzard takes over the island, Sonic is on the run to make sure a certain angry loner is safe and sound. Y-you know, because...uh that's what heroes do.

We never met but can we have a cup of coffee or something? by @whitejungle

Words: 3,630 | Complete

It's been almost two months since Sonic lost someone he didn't even know, but he can't stop thinking about it.

Clean Slate by nottheweirdest

Words: 155,880 | Complete | Note: Squeal pending and I am cheering you on author!! Whatever you decide I am excited to support you!!

Shadow has lost himself before. He knows what it's like to straddle the line between reality and false memories, but this time, it’s Sonic whose memory has vanished. A premeditated set of circumstances and an accidental injury leave Sonic with no memory of who he is, his life, or more importantly, his painful history with Shadow. It’s up to Shadow to remind the hero who he is in the midst of a global outbreak. It’s a chance for redemption. It’s a chance to right the wrongs of the past. It’s a clean slate.

say i reckon (i love you, for a millisecond) by @redamancering

Words: 30,205 | Complete

There’s a hand on his shoulder, barely making contact. A red gauntlet glows around the wrist. Sonic blinks, the pain having evaporated so fast he feels almost weightless. “Shadow?” Shadow’s breathing heavily. “Problem.” The retrieval of the ancient tech Shadow (and Sonic, in tow) has been sent to uncover takes a turn for the worst. In this case, the “worst” means… becoming physically and inextricably linked to each other. For the foreseeable future. OR: Metaphysical handcuffs, and general gay buffoonery.

Judge my sins, not my feelings by yellothebeeloved

Words: 228,479 | Complete | Note: Possible one-shots pending from the author for the series, I am here to support you author!! What ever you decide I'm here for it!

Maybe he's not meant to touch. It's the newest excuse he thought of in hopes that he could prolong the game a little more; a careful ruse to enjoy the bittersweet torture of seeing the days pass them by, while he pretends he doesn't seek azure blue whenever he's restless. At first, all he wanted to do was watch: but now the desire to touch, to have, to affect is at a point where he's not sure whether reaching for Sonic would truly be fruitless. He wonders that especially when Sonic's eyes light up upon seeing him. When he corners Shadow, when he invades his space and he touches and takes and then excuses it by calling it a fight. Shadow truly wonders then: if only he was brave enough to reach out, what would his grip find? Loose stars or a battle-worn body? Standing up, he glances at Sonic again, whose eyes have now met his own. There's something heavy in the eye contact, something Shadow doesn't dare name. Neither of them say anything, and yet Sonic's eyes move away from him again, like they did. Shadow warps away, hiding from the stars once more.

Child of Prophecy by @trenchcoat-gecko

Words: 139,321 | Completed

On the night the Mobius Castle was ransacked, the Queen received a prophecy. “One of three will not cry; send him down the river, for you can only save your kingdom if he does not grow up royal.”

Coming Home by nottheweirdest

Words: 55,740 | Completed

Shadow's life has been full of mistakes, some worse than others, but admitting his unrequited feelings to Sonic tops the list. He's spent the better part of a decade ruminating on his regret and hiding from feelings he couldn't bear to face. He never thought he'd see Sonic again, and he told himself that was for the best. Until now. At the bequest of his former rival, and in an attempt to finally get closure, Shadow has returned to Central City. The reason? Sonic the Hedgehog is marrying Amy Rose. And Shadow is invited.

[jovialjuggernaut-draws]

For the prompt fill game:

• “There’s people outside who look like they want your head on a platter.”

NightCrow please 🥺

"There're people outside who look like they want your head on a platter."

"Aww, jealous?"

"Furious," Jonathan corrected. "Why the devil would you lead them here?!"

The sentient thorn in his side looked genuinely shocked. "You mean you won't help me?"

Jonathan narrowed his eyes at the intruding vigilante, stalking slowly over to pin him with presence alone against the wall, using the sizable gap in their heights to loom, menacing, over him. "And tell me, little bird… why should I?"

Despite the implied threat, Nightwing- Jonathan's personal karmic punishment made flesh- smiled cheekily up at him. "Becauuuse… I haven't sold you out to the Big Guy yet?"

Jonathan made an irritated noise deep in his throat that had the little nuisance's shoulders tensing. "That excuse won't carry forever, especially not when you've brought something just as dangerous to my front door."

Nightwing finally broke eye contact, shamed into glancing toward the floor. One gloved hand threaded vividly blue fingers through dark hair, giving it that sinfully cute fluffed look, like a startled bird trying to look brave in front of an imminent threat. "Sorry. I didn't know where else to go. If I went to my own safehouse, I'd just get boxed in. I'm not exactly supplied in there for a literal siege, you know? You, though…"

It was a fair point. Jonathan's hideouts were part chemical factory, part doomsday bunker, designed for laying low for long periods of time without tipping off the Bat… or his allies. "This will force me to relocate," Jonathan complained.

"Wellll… Not necessarily…" Nightwing sent a significant glance over at the heavy barrels lining the far wall.

"No," Jonathan snapped.

"Please?"

"I won't waste it on something like this. The materials are expensive to acquire covertly, and the formula takes time to manufacture. If your ringleader were to find me-"

"I'll just buy you more," Nightwing offered, like that solved everything. As usual, he never seemed to grasp that money could even be a finite resource, nor that there were problems unsolvable by throwing money at them.

The glower Jonathan sent his way must have been powerful, seeing how Nightwing flinched and instinctively made himself smaller.

"I could… be your lab assistant? That'd make things go faster, yeah?" He suggested hesitantly, before lighting up with an idea. "...I'd even let you test the new formula on me," he offered, sliding a hand coyly down Jonathan's arm, gently guiding his hand up, until the needle tips of his gauntlets rested on the fabric stretched across his throat. "How does that sound?"

It was… tempting. The little bird took to his formulae well, unlike his stoic mentor, but still proved challenging enough to be a worthwhile subject. Not to mention… the side effects Jonathan was becoming increasingly adept at inducing in him.

"Fine," he spat, like he wasn't eager for what had been promised him. "I'm warning you now, though- I only have the one mask capable of filtering this concoction." He tapped the filters of the mask he wore, slung around his neck, while he lifted it to fit across his face. "Do try to hold your breath."

Obediently, Nightwing sucked in a lungful of air, giving him a chipper dual thumbs-up. Jonathan twisted open the barrels, allowing the thick orange smog to spill out, almost liquid, to the floor. When he threw open the hatch of his bunker, it spilled out around his ankles in waves, encroaching on the armed goons who had been desperately trying to get through the heavy metal of the entrance too quickly for their delayed reaction time.

Rapidly, the pursuers became prey, collapsing to the ground clutching at their skin, becoming enveloped in the heavy cloud of toxin, where it only overtook them faster, their screams ringing out into the darkness.

Behind him came a small whimper. His little canary could make it no further into this coal mine.

Jonathan returned to the bunker, taking in a mouthful of filtered air. He reached for the little bird, sliding the mask off to press their lips to one another's, forcefully feeding him the fresh air like a diver rescuing a drowning man. Nightwing shuddered against him, nails digging in where he gripped hard enough to draw blood, pupils blown wide with the stirrings of fear. Part of him, in an impulse he only very barely avoided following, wanted to toss the little bird to the ground, to see him fill his lungs with the thick orange clouds and to scream himself hoarse, scrambling away from imagined monsters and raising terrified eyes to the Scarecrow looming over him, uncertain if he would provide redemption or damnation-

But, no. He shouldn't. His little bird was as much an ally as an enemy, these days, and it wouldn't do to alter their arrangement for so little.

Instead, he guided Nightwing to the wall, returning the mask to his own face, and helped the shaking boy to climb into the rafters. It was a familiar sight, by now, his little bird perching above his head, and he let himself smile fondly, knowing it was hidden behind the bulk of his mask.

"Stay high," he ordered, voice distorted by his filters. "The toxin sinks."

Nightwing gave his confirmation with a tremor in his voice he couldn't quite mask. Even so, Jonathan knew he could be trusted to keep his footing despite the toxin shivering through his lean muscles. For now, he could focus on getting the barrels resealed, preserving as much of the concoction as he could while the rest dissipated, the compounds breaking down naturally once exposed to air.

"Get moving while they're unable to follow."

"Jon, listen-" Nightwing tried, though he made it no further.

Sliding the mask from his face, he turned a curious expression up at the bird in his rafters. "What is it?"

"I- Thank you, for this. I'm sorry I dragged you into it-"

"As well you should be."

"...but it's good to know I really can trust you, after all."

A horrible judgement, really, though Jonathan didn't voice the sentiment. "...You're very welcome. Come, now. You said you have a safehouse nearby?"

"Yep!" Nightwing hopped down with a ridiculous little flair that gave Jonathan a brief view of that back-end that would be his undoing, landing with a chipper little bounce on the toes, muscle memory stronger than any toxin. "Thanks to you, I should be able to get back there with no trouble."

Jonathan mustered up a scowl. "Then why are you still here?"

Nightwing walked his fingers up Jonathan's chest, gently tugging the significantly taller man down to his diminutive height. "A kiss for luck?"

"You're a spoiled little brat," Jonathan critiqued, but gave him the kiss anyway.

He clearly needed the luck.

[deviantartdramahub]

https://www.deviantart.com/comments/4/80757935/5070403795

Alright, today I'm talking about this thread to talk about this unfortunate encounter with this Probium person.

First things first, they intruded the conversation I was having with this Patchi person, who was fortunately way more kinder and understanding than the person I'm mainly talking about. But anyways, Probium for whatever reason thought our conversation was his business now, and entered to bring out their hatred. Also going "I don't intend to attack Club" *he says as he's attacking Club and immediately trying to get me to unfriend him* After I tried reasoning with him about how untrustworthy Club's harassers are, he spams me with two replies at once for some reason, the first one saying "I'm autistic (doctor-diagnosed). I don't RP with anyone, especially not including diaper fetish" Uhh okay I didn't ask, what does that have to do with anything?? I never said YOU were the bigoted one, you moron, and you're also further slandering Club by saying it's a fetish, so "I don't intend to attack Club" my ass. Then the other thing they said was "Why don't you look through it and analyse for yourself, and how do you know these are bigoted trolls? If I told you I was one of those people exposing him, AND I'm autistic (he claims to be autistic too), how would you feel?" Look through and analyse for myself? HONEY PLEASE, I've been a victim of theirs myself! I know damn well what's going on with those fuckers. Maybe don't assume I don't know shit when I do. And if you told me that I would be like "Okay I don't know you and you're admitting to contributing to the harassment of my friend?? Lol okay then ig get blocked." You want to pretend you're special, but you just invaded a conversation. You were never a friend, I won't treat you any different than I treat the other DADramaNow trolls, dear. Also it's a shame your contributing to ableism when you yourself have autism, tsk tsk.

They then wanted me to define bigoted and list reasons why I knew DADramaNow was that. So I did. I gave them a good list. And I'll admit the things about Tam was a misunderstanding. Though rather than talking about my reasons like a normal person, they simply brushed off ALL my reasons with a "no". Then proceeded to rant about Club. "In fact, I have reasons to believe Club is bigoted. Transgender woman named Eden Knight committed suicide knowing that she was sent to Saudi Arabia to possibly be executed? "Oh no! Anyway..." also, constantly shunning other people's stories and struggles to make way for his own to vent about his love for diaper 5yos and make the AUTISM excuse." Yeah now I definitely know the whole thing about "nOt InTeNdInG tO aTtAcK cLuB" is bullshit to try and look innocent. I'm not dumb or blind, honey. And explain to me how the living Hell that woman committing suicide should be blamed on Club??

Of course I was having NONE of this bullshit anymore. It was clear all this person wanted to do was slander my friend and didn't want to listen to a thing I said, Ig a sad attempt of manipulating me to get away from him? But that whole thing was just immature as fuck. I then cut ties with him there and blocked him after giving the final blow, bc there was absolutely no reason to continue dealing with that headache of a "conversation". Why bother trying to talk to someone if they're just gonna tune you out and only worry about what THEY think and what THEY have to say??

I honestly shouldn't even TRY to reason with people like this, yet I tried anyways. And look where that got me -_-

DADramaNow and their supporters don't want reason, they just want mindless slander.

The saddest part is people misunderstand how trust is supposed to work, and that gets us in this kind of situation.

[threadwitchpenelope]

First impressions

OOC: Had an idea for Penelope and Dream's first meeting so I wanted to write it out. Hope you enjoy! This is set about three to four years before present day.

Penelope had only just finished unpacking when she noticed the odd occurrences. There were often sounds in the vents as she settled in to sleep at night. She'd wake up in the morning to find her things had been moved and that food was missing. She was tempted to call her father or brothers to have them take a look or just stay with her. She had an extra bedroom after all.

But...she also felt more than a little miffed about all the theft and the snooping. So instead, she took matters into her own hands. No reason to bother her family with an issue she could solve on her own. She set out a trap one night and waited for the intruder to slip up.

She didn't have to wait long. She heard a yelp and felt a pulse of magic as her trap went off. She tugged a robe on over her pajamas and peeked out of her room. A tall figure wriggled and cursed as they tried to slip out of the net she'd laid. The ropes groaned under the weight but the enchantments meant they held firm.

Penny steeled herself and stepped out from her room. The person in the net didn't seem to notice her amidst all their struggles which suited her just fine.

"You know," she said as she stepped closer, "people assume that thread witches can only work with cloth or normal thread. What is a rope but a bunch of fibers woven together?" The net gleamed with the tell-tale shimmer of enchantment magic.

She tugged at it and the intruder snapped his teeth at her. She wrinkled her nose at him. "Now that's hardly polite."

"You have me fucking trapped in a stupid net!"

"And you broke into a lone woman's apartment in the middle of the night to do who-knows-what. I don't think either of us are bastions of moral purity here."

He paled and struggled more. "Hey! I'm not-! That's not why I'm here! I just got curious. And hungry. Let me out and I won't come back, fuck!"

"Mmm. I dunno. How did you get in, anyway?" She checked her door but the magic circle she painted around the handle was still in place. She assumed the vents nect but he looked way too tall to fit in them comfortably.

"Fuck you. That's how."

"No thank you, I only do that by appointment."

He paused and blinked at her, caught off-guard. "What?"

She didn't bother to clarify. "You know, you shouldn't do this sort of thing. I could be a serial killer for all you know. Does anyone know you're here?" She hummed and met his eyes. "Would anyone notice you were missing...?"

He paled further until he was almost ghost-white. "They would! They would absolutely know I was fucking missing! I have friends all over! My-my roommate! They'd know I was gone!"

She tilted her head, the sighed. "Fine. Stop wriggling, I'll let you down. I promise I won't hurt you if you swear to relax and answer my questions."

"Sure. But, for the record? You're a bitch."

"Oh no, the creep who likes breaking into people's apartments doesn't think well of me. However will I cope? Woe. Woe and misery." She put a hand to the back of her head. "However will I face society again?"

The bickering continued as she let him down (gently despite the strong temptation to just drop him) and well over the next few months. He at least stopped sneaking in at night after that, which she counted as a win. And, despite how annoying he could be, she found she liked the excitement.

Now, years later, she shuts off her tv as he dozes against her shoulder. She pets his hair and moves off of the couch so he can lay down comfortably. She spreads a blanket out over him and shuts off the lights.

She can hear Purpled typing away in his room, he's always been a night owl, though, so she's not worried. Instead, she goes into her own room and slips under her sheets, feeling relaxed and content. Dream will likely be gone in the morning, as will some of her food. But that's fine, as long as he's eating.

She shuts off her lamp, curls up around a large plush spider that her brothers gave her, and drifts off to sleep.

[joylinda-hawks]

Have you looked at me yet? WOH, episode 3. All four heroes spent the night at Luohan Temple. ZZS sleeps sitting up and WKX watches him. ZCL sleeps on the ground at the feet of ZZS. ZZS still has his eyes closed, although he is no longer sleeping. WKX cannot take its eyes off the figure of ZZS. ZZS asks WKX if he saw it, and WKX replies that he just wonders what face is underneath ZZS's disguise. ZZS doesn't answer, he just nudges ZCL with a blade of grass to wake him up. The scared boy wakes up and looks at ZZS, after a while he notices that the older man gave him part of the robe that covered him. ZZS says that it's already dawn and thanks him, adding that fate allowed them to meet, and WKX finishes the sentence that thanks to fate, they will meet again. ZZS hears this, gets up and just smiles. At this moment, GX, who was sleeping in another part of the temple, also wakes up, and WKX turns to ZZS in the words AH Xu. WKX, asking why wait for the next meeting when ZZS wants to send ZCL to Lake Tai, and it's a long trip, and WKX has a boat.

He explains that he wants to admire the scenery around Lake Tai and suggests swimming together. ZZS ignores his proposal and leaves together with ZCL. WKX does not give up and goes after them, saying that he will never be able to watch his destined people struggle during their journey. ZZS takes away some of his clothes from ZCL, which he covered while the boy was sleeping. Seeing ZZS's behavior, WKX just smiles but does not follow them any further. He mentally finds this interesting and can't wait to see who ZZS really is. GX talks about destined people and claims, calling ZZS tuberculosis, that he exhales more air than he takes in and could fall over at any moment, so he asks why WKX would take him with him. WKX slowly replies that GX hasn't met enough people in her life, explaining that this man's voice is fantastic and his body is very beautiful, especially his shoulder blades, which are one of a kind. GX is outraged and claims that WKX talks about ZZS as if he were some great beauty, but he is only a man. WKX replies that he knows ZZS is a man, explains that the shape of the man's face and body do not match at all, but sees no sign of a disguise. He adds that ZZS must have been really talented to do so well. This scene, as a continuation of the previous one, clearly shows us that ZZS wants nothing to do with WKX. He now has one goal, deliver ZCL to Sanbai Manor and then go his own way. He has no idea that getting rid of WKX won't be easy. Taking care of the boy allows ZZS to forget about his dying for a while, but he also has to avoid drawing attention to himself. He finds WKX an annoying person who intrudes into other people's lives without asking. ZZS is not sure what its intentions are. WKX, who initially left Ghost Valley with revenge in mind, changed his priorities after meeting Ah Xu. This does not mean that he gave up revenge, but his attention was caught by the figure of a dying beggar. WKX had his suspicions and just wanted to confirm them, and he could only do that with ZZS nearby. I think there are few series (or I've seen a few) where there is such a bond between the two actors playing the main roles. ZZH and GJ didn't play their characters, they just were them, they experienced what WKX and ZZS experienced, they thought about what both men should think and showed how to slowly establish a thread of mutual understanding, respect, friendship and love between two adults experienced in life.