#prime shadow is jealous

[lhislucas]

B! Sh: "What are you staring at? Jealous now, are we, little Faker?" (1/2)

P!Sh : "Tch." (2/2)

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

[Post Canon, everyone lives, Sonic Prime AU]

Sonic: *Hanging out alone with Shadow*

Shadow, internally: Hmph. I bet he's thinking about Nine.😒

Sonic: *Hanging out alone with Nine*

Nine, internally: Ugh. I bet he's thinking about Shadow.😒

Sonic, internally, in both situations: Mmmm chilli dogs🥰

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Sonic: *Hanging out alone on the beach with Tails*

Tails, internally: Haha. I bet he's thinking about chilli dogs again😊

Sonic, internally: Wow, my best buddy is so cool and cute and smart I love him so much😳🥰

[cod-imagines-fanfiction]

Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend part 9 *final chapter* (4.9k words)

Summary: Final chapter! Valeria thinks of the past as you're released from custody. She wants the two of you to move on but she can't shake the feeling that there's still danger to be faced. Warnings: lesbian smut Note + tag list at the end Link to A03 Link to masterlist with all the parts

Valeria thought of the moment you met. Or rather, the moment she met you because you hadn’t noticed her.

It was many years ago when she was a soldier of the Mexican Army, when she was younger and lost. When she would wander the streets of Las Almas on her days off, unsure of what she was looking for. Back when her skin was tighter, her voice quieter, when she used to follow other people’s orders. It was another hot day when she got sent out of the headquarters to fetch some lunch for her squad – her most loathsome task. She hated how she’d run into other female soldiers her age during the lunch run and feel the burdened femaleness of the task. Hated having a male squad leader who found every chance to shove her in the kitchen by making her fetch something from one. She felt like an armed waitress. And worst of all, she hated the conversations that would happen when she was not there, when the team was finally ‘free’ to speak its mind without having to worry about offending someone. But she bit her tongue and said nothing. It was like a rite of passage for people like her. The go-to kitchen was one run by old Renata, an aged woman who ran a tiny thing in the corner that was able to produce an incredible amount of delicious food. Renata was a small, capable woman who sped around the place fulfilling everyone’s orders. There were never any complaints, and it was close enough to the headquarters that most soldiers used it as their prime takeout spot. She was open from noon till late and was favoured enough that Renata never had to worry about security because there were always soldiers there. Renata winked at Valeria as she approached the kitchen, which was already steaming with food. The restaurant was on the ground floor of a blue building; the restaurant dwelled on the ground floor and the upper floors were for residents. The outdoor part of the kitchen included a counter with stools and some outdoor fridges full of drinks and lollies. Large pans cooked steamy food at the front whilst a narrow, dark hallway led to an area in the back where the rest happened. The smell of spiced food and the loud sound of the fridge containing ice cold drinks were delightful to Valeria’s senses. She held a piece of paper in her hands.

“Valeria, my sweet. What can I get for you?” Renata asked with that warm, maternal glow that some old women had. It made a painful lump emerge in Valeria’s throat; she swallowed it down. Valeria slid the note to her. “Just the usual, Senora. Thank you.”

Renata glanced at the paper and smiled as Valeria took a seat on one of the stools by the counter. “I’ll add it to the tab,” said the woman and vanished to the other side of the kitchen. It was a hot day yet still busy, even with regular civilians eating or picking up food. Valeria’s mind wandered to things that were occupying her at the moment when she saw the flash of a hair ribbon flicker from the hallway. A shadowed figure moved around hurriedly, moving cartons of stuff per Renata’s instructions. The old woman emerged again with packaged food to give to someone. There was nothing interesting about a hair ribbon, plenty of girls wove them in their plaits. But for some reason, Valeria’s eye stayed fixated on the spot, waiting to see that colour flicker again.

“It’s my granddaughter,” said Renata whilst wrapping something in plastic. Valeria looked around only to realise that Renata was speaking to her. “You have family?” Valeria asked before she could stop herself. But Renata only laughed, the sound was like the jingle of bells caught in the wind.

“Oh yes, plenty. I just don’t like to share my business, but that one’s good. She’s helping out for a bit.” Renata bagged some drinks and held them out to Valeria.

The ribbon flickered again, the colour shone from the few specks of light that fell on the shadows. It was a soft purple colour and attached to a long length of hair. There was something in the way that it glided amongst the darkness of the hallway, how it followed the curve of your movements. It danced like a fallen flower petal and although Valeria was not particularly feminine, there was something that drew her to it. But before she could see more, she had her bag of food and had to return. Curious to see more, Valeria returned right before Renata closed up the place with the excuse that she came to cover the tab.

And that’s when she saw the rest of you. Your skin glistened with sweat underneath the lamp lights, Valeria saw you at work from afar before she approached. A girl with quick hands bobbing her head back and forth between pans, a fistful of paper orders leaking from her front pocket. Large, beautiful eyes that fluttered like the wings of a butterfly. You shone a polite smile at Valeria, acknowledging her as a customer whilst you finished serving someone. Valeria knew from that moment that you would be hers, pure intuition told her so. And so she enjoyed this moment where you were still complete strangers, because soon enough you would be more than that. There was something about the tense line of your mouth as you concentrated, the way it hid your lips that made Valeria want to reach in and remove what ailed you.

“Sorry, what can I get you?” You asked, your hands reaching for a plastic container, waiting for the name of a food. Instead, Valeria outstretched her hand.

“Valeria Garza. Sergeant.” It was something about the way Valeria’s way of speaking that made you look up and see her properly. She had that look soldiers had, that straight back and tone of authority, no matter what their actual rank was. You saw plenty of her people every day who just wanted a service and nothing more. But this one spoke to you. Something fluttered in your stomach when you shook Valeria’s hand. Her hand didn’t hold itself against yours for a few seconds the way that polite handshakes did. It fit your palm perfectly and as Valeria removed her hand, you felt the ends of her fingers caress the length of your palm as if hesitant to lose your touch.

“Y/N,” you said.

Valeria remembered this as she saw you changing your clothes right before your release. The ‘day’ of your release was actually a night as a matter of safety. It was thought best to release such a high-profile person as Valeria when the prison was closed for the night, to avoid the traffic of visitors. The two of you were the only ones in the room but you still covered parts of you whilst changing. Valeria looked at your hair wistfully. “Why don’t you wear ribbons anymore?” She asked.

You looked at her confused and shrugged. “I don’t know. One day I just stopped.” You continued changing. Many years had passed since you met; your body and your hair had changed. When you met, you were young enough to not have quite filled into your womanly features. Those last remnants of puppy fat that cling to women in their early 20s were gone, parts of you were plumper than they used to be, and your hair had changed too. But none of that changed how Valeria looked at you, that twinkle of adoration.

“Yes, but why?” Valeria sat there, staring.

“It’s like the last day you went to play outside. I didn’t mean to, and I didn’t realise it in the moment. But I just never did it again.” You saw how Valeria looked at you in that moment, her dark eyes taking in your body, a hunger. Her lips were pursed. “Is it because you used to do it for Diane?” Valeria saw your movements falter for a second. You scoffed lightly. “When did you remember her?” You mumbled to yourself and stood straight, brushing down your clothes. “Did you though?” Valeria asked. You folded the prison attire and left it in a box. “I told you, baby. I don’t know.” There was a nervous impatience creeping into your voice that Valeria didn’t like, but it was understandable. The closer you got to freedom, the harder it was to stay in there. Valeria knew her question was provocative and frankly unnecessary, but she couldn’t stop herself. She could sense a change in the wind, but Valeria could not yet understand what was happening “I miss them,” said Valeria softly, thinking of the ribbons. She had changed to her usual attire, a black turtleneck clinging to her upper body with her classic chain around her neck. Her work belt was waiting for her past the upcoming security check and she felt its absence on her waist like a phantom limb. Visions of the past had started haunting her recently, creeping up in her waking moments. She wasn’t usually this sentimental and spaced out, but something had changed recently – you could tell. She was becoming…not softer, but wistful of things that were no more. Her fuss about the ribbon was just the latest. She would randomly ask you about what happened to that old garment that you wore on your first date. Or what happened to that bracelet she got you on your first anniversary? And what about that dessert you stopped making?

“What do you think old Renata is up to now?” She asked and you just about lost it. You breathed carefully to calm yourself before turning to your wife, who was now rising from her seat. You caught her hands and placed them on your cheeks, and it snapped Valeria out of her trance.

“Val,” you said in no more than a whisper. “We’ve talked about this.” Your eyes held Valeria’s dark ones, silently pleading for her mercy. Valeria nodded and looked away.

You thought about this change in her behaviour as you left the facility. It was not lost on you that Valeria was getting older and had an atypical, queer life. The regular marks of life were lost to the two of you; you had no children, no ‘regular’ income with Valeria’s operation, and no holidays with family. The two of you were your own unit and were happy. But recent events had pulled the rug beneath Valeria’s feet, and you wondered if she was starting to question the point of all this. The heavy metal door of the entrance opened up to the darkness of the outside world. It was a cloudy night with no moonlight and no stars, but the fresh country air brushed your cheeks blissfully.

Security was tight, you made out the shapes of guards everywhere you looked and there was a cacophony from the barks of police dogs. Harsh white lights were set to guide you towards the helipad where Valeria’s helicopter rested. And there, amidst the harshness of the yard, was an unmarked vehicle and a woman leaning on it. Her eyes were set on the pair of you as you stepped out. Valeria tightened her hold on your hand.

“What is it now? She whispered to herself as you walked forward. More was visible of that woman as you got closer. She was a middle-aged white woman with a neat, prim appearance. Her hair was a pale colour, somewhere between blonde and white, kept in a neat bun. And her eyes were a piercing blue colour. In fact, she could’ve been older. Her eyes never left Valeria. This usually happened on the rare occasion that you were introduced to someone in Valeria’s presence – they spoke to both of you but really, they spoke to Valeria. Valeria let out a strange noise as she recognized the woman.

“Valeria and Y/N Garza,” she said and glanced at you momentarily. “Congratulations on your release. I wanted to personally apologise on behalf of Task Force 141 and Los Vaqueros for the terrible mishandling of your extraction.” Those pale, disconcerting eyes turned to you. They reminded you of a snake. “And I want to personally apologise to you, Y/N Garza, for your terrible treatment during custody. I want to assure you that the person responsible has-"

“Speaking to my wife is a privilege,” Valeria’s cold voice interjected loudly. “No one has it, and especially not you, Kate Laswell." The woman, Kate, pursed her lips together and nodded. She seemed like a powerful woman to you; the way she stood with perfect posture, the neatness of her appearance. And most of all, that shiny American badge handing off her heck. And yet she allowed herself to be scolded by Valeria. "I understand you’re upset, and you have every right to. I just wanted to affirm the terms of our agreement-" “If you want to communicate with me, you have my lawyer’s details. Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a home to return to.” Valeria said and nodded her head towards the helicopter, which was now moving its fans rapidly. “Come on,” she mumbled to you. The two of you started walking around Kate, but that woman turned to you again. “I would have done the same for my wife,” said Kate. Valeria stopped and glanced back at Kate with disdain, it was a glance so full of disgust that it made you look away. “You’re nothing like me,” Valeria spat out.

Valeria turned and helped you up the helicopter, then entered herself. There was something about the desperate gesture of goodwill from another woman-lover that felt too precious to allow to disappear. This woman didn’t have to do this, but she still chose to be here, like a daffodil emerging of out of deep snow at the beginning of spring. Unexpected, but welcome. You turned to look at the woman one last time, but Valeria saw what was about to happen and slammed the door quickly before you could say anything. The helicopter lifted off the ground immediately. You turned to her sharply.

“I wanted to thank her,” you complained. Valeria said nothing as she put on her headpiece and began handling the helicopter’s navigation. You gazed out of the window as the world got smaller. Kate didn’t take her eyes off you until she became just another tiny thing on the ground. You wondered what all this was about and tried to release your curiosity. It was probably to do with whatever Valeria did to have you released, that terrible thing she wanted you to stay out of.

After what seemed like forever, you could see the familiar shape of your estate come into focus. You all but leapt out of the aircraft when it touched the grass of your home, which you noticed was trimmed. Valeria must’ve had the place cleaned up and maintained during your time in custody. You noticed Valeria’s frantic scrambling for anything that might have been mailed in, and soon enough the ‘business’ part of the estate was in full swing. Men ran around per Valeria’s loud orders, her shouts echoing down the many hallways. You tried not to feel hurt when she entered her study and locked the door behind her. You headed for your golden bathroom and filled the tub with hot, soapy water.

You immersed yourself inside and tried to clean yourself of all that happened. You washed off the cold looks from the man with the skull masked, scrubbed off Alejandro’s threats, and rinsed off the old skin of a body that dwelled in confinement. You then lathered your body with all the scented creams you could combine until you smelled like a flower nymph, you dressed your body in the silkiest garments you could find. Anything to return to the woman you were before Alejandro had leapt inside yours and Valeria’s bedroom.

You were almost asleep by the time Valeria returned. Her steps were so quiet that she startled you when she suddenly slipped inside the sheets, coming to spoon you from behind. She burrowed her face in the nook of your neck and inhaled deeply, you felt the softness of her skin on your back as she held you close. As she exhaled, you smelled the faint linger of nicotine in her breath and grumbled. “Just for tonight, baby. I’m sorry.” She said and gave small pecks to your jaw and then the back of your ears. “You smell so good,” she mumbled and tugged at your ears with her teeth. One of her hands roamed the length of your figure and you leaned back towards her body, feeling the soft and hard parts of her. The softness of her chest and tummy, the firmness of her upper arms, the strength of her legs as they snaked around yours and held you in place. You turned and shared a big, long kiss. You tasted the faint linger of smoky nicotine in her mouth mixed with the tangy sweetness of alcohol. She had celebrated your return home in her own way.

Valeria pulled back from you. “What if we left?” she asked, her lips almost touching yours. Her eyes were closed as she said this, and you nuzzled your face to hers. Suddenly, you felt how cold she was: she must’ve been smoking outside. It was something she did rarely because you hated the smell and you had always warned her about how it would yellow her teeth. It was a hard habit to break and although she was mostly clean, there were moments where she just needed a smoke.

You cupped the back of her head, the softness of her hair awakened something inside of you. A hunger, a warmth that glowed within you; you felt the same thing linger in Valeria’s body, down her legs and in her abdomen. The silence of the estate reminded you of your returned privacy. “I’d follow you anywhere,” you whispered and kissed her. Valeria moaned into the kiss, that delightful sound buzzed on your skin. She held your face with her hand, deepening the kiss until your bodies were desperately crashing into each other. Sloppy, wet kisses were interrupted by the shuffle of your bedsheets as you clawed at each other’s layers, begging to see and feel the other’s skin.

“You’re so cold, my love,” you whispered as Valeria pulled down your nightgown. Your breasts came into view and the sight elicited a soft noise from your wife. Valeria’s eyes darkened as she looked at them. She removed her final layer and tossed it across the room. “Come warm me up,” she said and pulled you on top of her. Your body fit onto hers and you enjoyed how similar yet different the two of you were. Two soft bodies pressing into each other; one cold, one warm. The tantalizing softness of your chests being brought together; the way she pressed you down onto her as she sought your warmth and softness, wanting to desperately feel your wetness onto her own. You kissed and allowed Valeria’s greedy tongue into your mouth, one of her hands kept travelling further down your back and she slowly inserted one of her fingers inside you. The kiss broke and you moaned weakly. Valeria moved her head higher to steal your lips again. Her finger stretched and curled, teasingly lingering close to your sensitive spot.

“That’s what you were thinking about. Right, princess?” Valeria asked and made you look at her, her finger exited and caressed your special spot on the outside, wetting your clit with your juices. “Yes,” you mewled, and she rewarded you with two fingers.

“You’re so warm,” Valeria whispered, and you kissed again. She slowed down and pumped weakly in and out of you, making you move your lower body desperately for more. You felt Valeria chuckle beneath you, she found it amusing when you moved yourself onto her hands; Valeria wanted to feel imperative to the path of your desire. She was the keeper of your pleasure, an instrument to your love making, your path to bliss. She urged you to keep going and just watched you dance to the song of your passion, watched as you moved to straddle her. The sight of your breasts bouncing up and down as you rose and lowered yourself onto her hand.

“Be loud for me, baby. I’ve missed it.” Valeria said as you bit your lip. Arousal made you bold and when Valeria moved her hand so it pumped into you, you spread your legs and moved frantically to your climax. Your cries of pleasure mixed with Valeria’s commands to keep going, to keep clenching onto her like the desperate, lovely thing that you were. To be good and open your legs more so she can see you come prettily, like you always did. You closed your eyes as the sensitive, hot spot within you erupted and the heat reverberated across your body. Valeria sighed satisfyingly as she pumped a bit more into you, making you jolt in your place as she sought the last scraps of your orgasm.

You looked down and found Valeria smiling to herself. “You’re glistening like a diamond, my love.” You huffed and breathed out from your slightly swollen lips, then lowered yourself onto her again. Valeria made a small noise as your ground your wetness all over hers, shivering as you rubbed onto her clit. Your hand reached into a drawer of your bedside table as you continued this movement until you found what you were looking for. “My love…” Valeria trailed off as she noticed this.

“You missed your favourite, no?” You said and brought her favourite toy in sight, a lengthy vibrator. You wanted her to have a truly special moment now that you were back home and safe to express the true potential of your eroticism. And there was one thing in particular that you felt she needed, something that was more than just the gratification of her senses: words of love. “Let me speak my love to you,” you said. Valeria’s eyes were dark with lust, and she flushed at the sight of the toy. But beneath that passion lay something vulnerable. Something that needed to be gently caressed. Valeria’s recent ramblings had concerned you and the way she mentioned your ex today was the nail in the coffin. Valeria, you felt, was feeling insecure. Intimacy is more than just sex, it is the tenderness of sweet words whispered between kisses and licks, it is found in the gentle touch of a lover who sees behind the desire within your eyes and speaks to the person in there who is desperate to unify with their partner. Who wants to reach true intimacy, to embed their soul unto yours. Sweet words were necessary with Valeria, but you couldn’t do that when using your tongue for other things. Valeria was quiet, she tugged at your lips with her teeth and opened her legs.

“You know how much I love you, Val.” You said whilst gazing into your eyes. Valeria nodded and you kissed, your hands positioned themselves close to Valeria’s core.

“I want to be with you forever,” you whispered and caressed the clean plastic onto Valeria’s wetness, you felt her sigh shakily.

“I want to make you feel good, baby,” you pecked at her neck in between your words. Valeria’s little noises hummed out of her as you tugged at the sensitive spot beneath her jaw, the spot that made her squirm. “Y/N…” she whimpered your name pleadingly and the toy came to life. “I love you more than anything,” you said as you made love to her. The toy vibrated tantalizingly on her clit and rested there as you inserted a finger inside. Valeria moaned out your name and pleaded for kisses with her eyes, which you granted.

"Does my love feel good?” You asked her and she nodded whilst biting her lip. Valeria threw her head to the side with ecstasy. She cried out for more, which you delivered. You increased the toy’s setting and slowed down with your fingers so she could enjoy more of her pleasure. “You’re so beautiful,” you moaned and busied yourself with your wife’s throat, licking and kissing and biting it. Seeing Valeria like that turned you on and you lowered your core onto hers, feeling the second-hand vibrations bounce from Valeria’s skin onto yours. Valeria’s hands trailed down your back, making you shiver. The sounds of wet skin slapping, of moans and gasps filled your marital bedroom, the bedframe creaked as you made passionate love. “Come on, come on,” you mewled and pumped into her faster than before. You could tell she was close from her movements, her fingernails were digging into your skin almost painfully, but the discomfort got lost amidst the high of your sex. “Show me your love, Val. Come for me.” You took one of her nipples in your mouth and pinched it with your teeth and it sent Valeria to her climax. “I’m here, baby. I’m here,” she moaned as she started to erupt in orgasm. You saw a glimpse of insecurity flash her eyes as she wet the bed, but you drew out all of it with your fingers. “It’s natural baby, give all of it to me.” You said and she released it all.

"I’m so proud of you, baby. You haven’t done that in a while.” You said and kissed her forehead. Valeria huffed out and gave you a small smile, her cheeks were flushed with colour.

You cleaned each other in the bathroom with the shy smiles and looks of people who were happy but slightly embarrassed in hindsight. “It’s normal, my love,” you kept saying and washed off Valeria’s skin. The two of you lay in bed for a long time after that, not falling asleep but caressing each other’s skin in the darkness.

“You want to leave?” You asked and heard Valeria sigh next to you.

“I’m scared, Y/N.” She said finally. “He won’t leave us alone.” Fear tugged at your heart as you listened to her. “You think he’ll come after us again?” Valeria nodded next to you, she didn’t need to ask to know who you meant. “You saw how much he hates me, Y/N. And now he hates you. I know Alejandro well enough to know this: he will not stop. I don’t know how he’ll do it, but I know it.” You lay there in silence for a bit as you thought it out. Those people know where you live now – Alejandro’s team and the people he worked with. And who’s to say that the rest wouldn’t want revenge too. You remembered that masked man who removed you from the container, the one with the skull face. You remembered how his partner got hurt when you fled, maybe worse. What if he also wants revenge for what happened? You got him in trouble, didn’t you?” You asked her and felt Valeria turn to you sharply. You spoke quickly before she could jump to any conclusions. “I haven’t inferred anything more, I promise. And I won’t ask. But I can tell that much. You think he’ll want revenge for that?” Valeria shifted next to you and, for the first time ever, she let you to a part of her that was carefully guarded. The mastermind behind everything. “Yes.” You turned and softly pressed your forehead onto hers. The smell of soap on her skin mixed with her natural smell and as you inhaled it, you felt how badly you wanted the moment to last forever. “Let’s leave, Val.”

For the rest of the night, whispers of forgotten dreams and giggles over potential occupations turned your bedroom into a portal of the wildest parts of your imagination. What if you retired early by the seaside? What if you finally wrote that cooking book that you sometimes daydreamed about when setting the table? And what if Valeria became an art collector with the rest of her money? What if you vanished into thin air?

*

It was many months later when someone visited that estate again. A figure jumped over a wall in the middle of the night and shuffled around the bushes. Their eyes scanned the perimeter with the movements of a predator that sought its prey. That person slowly arose to their full height in disbelief: the place was entirely deserted. Only some scraps of light from lampposts illuminated whatever was left behind. The house was a shell of its former self, dark and devoid of people. Gnarly bushes of roses and overgrown weeds desecrated the once carefully maintained garden, they stretching out their green, thorny limbs to tear at the man’s uniform. Alejandro cursed loudly as he looked around, he called out to someone. And somewhere far away, two women danced in their warm kitchen, swinging their hips and laughing as their dinner cooked. In the living room, a fire was going in the fireplace, and they would later sit and sip their wine whilst watching a film. And then, they would go to bed. Because your life didn’t end when you were stolen from your wife. And her life didn’t end when she lost you. You would find each other over and over again just so you could dance like this. This moment was infinite. There was only one way things could have ended, and this was it. In Valeria’s arms, hearing your food bubble in the pot. Life didn’t have to be about money and blood and fear. It could be about dancing in the kitchen with your love late at night, seeing Valeria’s eyes twinkle beneath the light.

Note: Final chapter y'all we did it! Thank you so much for reading my story, I hope you liked the ending. This is the first fanfic I've ever finished omg. I got very attached to Valeria and Y/N's story so of course they needed a happy ending :) Writing this series has been so fun for me, thank you for all the comments and likes!

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[writing-for-marvel]

"I dream of you. all i do, is dream of you."

If I Can’t Have Everything, Then Let Me Just Have You

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Andy gets jealous of you talking with his colleague, you reassure him he’s everything you’ll ever need.

Warnings: age gap and although exact ages are never mentioned everyone is well and truly of age, jealous Andy

Word count: 700

A/N: this is for @nickfowlerrr’s the seven writing challenge - I spun the wheel for the seven deadly sins and got envy. A big thank you my darling friend @flordeamatista, queen of Andy fics, for not only providing the inspiration for this fic, but helping me with writing Andy for the first time and being my constant cheerleader 🩷 banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Andy hated attending after work functions with his colleagues. He could barely stand dealing with them during the working week, but then to also be forced to give up his Saturday night so his boss could show off the house his old family money had bought him was another level of torture.

You were his saving grace. Part of him felt guilty for dragging the woman he loved along to these grandstanding cocktail parties where you were forced to make small talk with people you didn’t enjoy the company of, but you were also the only person who stopped him from going completely insane.

But at this moment, while he was stuck hearing about how his boss’s fantasy football team was performing, as if he didn’t hear enough about it at the office, Andy saw red as he was subjected to watch Dylan, the office womaniser, chatting you up.

In the back of his mind he knew with absolute certainty that you wouldn’t cheat on him, but the reason his heart clenched and acidic jealousy bubbled in his stomach was because of what Dylan represented: everything Andy couldn’t offer you.

He wasn’t young anymore, he was well aware the prime of his life was past him at this point in time. He had settled into a comfortable routine which didn’t involve a thriving social life which he remembered having with Laurie when they were your age. He was surely not as flexible or had as much energy as a young man fifteen years his junior.

He wanted to be able to give you the world, but all he had to offer was the trauma developed from his tarnished past, which was still following him around like a shadow, his back problems, wonky knee and the remainder of his life which would be distinctly shorter than Dylan, or someone of his age, could promise to spend with you.

The root of his envy was insecurity.

And he was green with envy.

Excusing himself from the one-sided conversation his boss was having, Andy set off with purpose, making a beeline to you, only to find you were already making your way over to him. Relief eased the tension in his shoulders as your gaze found his and a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“Your colleague, the guy behind me, is a creep.” You commented, hooking your fingers through his belt loops and pulling him protectively into you. Andy leaned down and placed a small, sweet kiss to your forehead, not needing to look behind you to know exactly who you were referring to. A sense of satisfaction filled his chest with the notion that you were clearly averse to Dylan’s pursuits.

“That’s not what most young women around the office think.”

“Well he is.” You stated firmly, a look of disgust flashing over your features. “Why does it take me telling him I have a boyfriend to respect that I’m not interested. Why would I want a boy like him, when I already have a man like you?”

Andy smiled, coming to the realisation that he had no reason to be jealous. Perhaps he couldn’t offer you his callow youth, but he did have maturity and experience, which would surely be much more valuable in a devoted relationship.

“You are a dream come true, you know that?” In response to this you scrunched your nose and smiled in a way that made Andy’s heart fill with pure adoration and devotion.

You truly were all he would ever need for the remainder of his life.

“You’re my dream come true too, Andy.” Standing on your tiptoes, arms sling around his neck, you placed a delicate kiss against his lips, neither of you paying any mind to his colleagues who could be watching on. “You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

Taking a beat to commit the moment to memory, Andy made a promise to himself that he would never take his second chance at love for granted.

“Let’s go home, handsome.” You suggested, tugging gently on his tie with that mischievous grin which always promised a sinfully pleasurable time. “I have plans for us that definitely don’t involve the rest of you colleagues.”

[wc-m0ch4]

Shadow the Hedgehog x gn! Reader Headcanons

I watched all the Sonic Prime episodes in one day LMAO I LOVE IT SO MUCH

Anyways,

PROLOGUE HCS

As most hcs with this mf starts, it took forever for him to finally trust you, let alone get into a relationship with you

I mean, can you blame him really? He's lost a lot, he's gone through a ton of shit, it's kinda to be expected

He talked to Rouge one day about how he felt more comfortable around you than others and she teased him relentlessly

"Shadoooow, you like them?"

"I prefer them over others, if that answers your question. Why are you making that face?"

Lowkey funny thing, when it finally hits him that he liked you he tries to figure out why he likes you.

At first he thinks maybe it's your looks so he stares at you a lot trying to pinpoint what part of you he likes, but he's got a rbf so it concerns you gravely

"Shadow are you angry at Y/n?"

"No, of course not. Why?"

"You're kinda... glaring... at them..."

"Oh."

Then he theorizes that it must be something from your personality. So he starts asking you a ton of questions randomly, but like, theoretical questions

'What would you do if two of your best friends were drowning and you only had enough strength to save one?' Type questions y'know

Then he tries to see if it's something you do, like if you're 'useful'. So he keeps a mental tally of how many times you do something for him or others. When you pay for yours and Amy's lunch, when you give Sonic the rest of your bag of chips, when you hold the door open for Rogue, etc.

Finally he realizes that it's not something in particular, he just likes you

He reveals this revelation to Rouge and she snorts lmao

She sets up a whole date-confession-thing without either of your knowledge to get Shadow to confess

REAL TIME HCS

He's very quiet with his affection

He'll pat you on the head or back, give you a small smile, make you lunch, help you with some work, small things y'know

If you're a human and a lot taller than him he uses this to his advantage and climbs you so he can see more

^Some of the few times he will allow you to carry him

He'll text you updates about what he's doing and when he'll be home and expects you do the same

If you forget he'll scold you like a toddler lmao

Don't forget the skin-care routine and ironing the sheets every night according to the Twitter takeover LMAO (it should have been me)

He's not one for going out on dates but he does enjoy going to the library or the park with you, somewhere quiet with not a lot of people

Shadow would enjoy theatre all the way (I don't say this cuz I'm a theatre kid nope def not)

Also not a fan of PDA but he'll hold your hand or have a hand on your shoulder

He gets jealous easily lol

Like if someone starts talking or, God forbid, flirting with you he'll be standing right behind you glaring at them

His pet names are demeaning LMAO

Like how he calls Sonic 'hedgehog' it's the same for you

He'll call you more typical terms of endearment if it's laced with sarcasm

"Well, dear, if you had done like I said earlier this wouldn't have happened."

"I'm sorry, I should've known making toast was too difficult for you, darling."

Shadow has a phone and social media and the only reason is so you can send him memes you find funny to him

I like to imagine showing him a funny video and he just sits there staring at it for a bit before turning to you and going "This is hilarious."

If you're in college or work from home he'll help you with some of your work

Okay but imagine he's standing behind you helping you with homework and he leans over to grab a pencil or something and then you're pressed between him and the desk JAGFHEBAUWVDHJ– ANYWAYS

He likes keeping his space clean so if you're mentally ill like me (LMAOOO) or just messy in general he's willing to help you clean up

Just enough to keep him satisfied :)

Okay but imagine stay-at-home dates with him like:

Cooking dinner together

Laying your head on his lap while you two watch a movie

Playing games or doing puzzles

Speaking of games, game nights are a regular thing with the group and Rogue drags Shadow along so in turn he drags you along

I ask you to imagine a huge game of Uno between Sonic, Knuckles, Tails, Amy, Cream, Big, Team Chaotix, Rogue, Shadow, and you.

Yeah, fucking insanity.

If there's any game where you have to pair up Shadow immediately grabs you

Absolutely NO chance he's pairing with Sonic lol

Moving on, he likes playing with your hair

If you need help doing a complex or a protective hairstyle he's got you fr

If you wear makeup, whether it's natural or more bold, he will compliment it

He'd probably help you with your makeup too if you asked lol

On a more sad note, he has times where he gets upset about his past so just give him space or comfort, whatever he needs at the time

If he gets upset about Maria ask him about her. It helps talking about her in a positive light when she was alive than replaying her death on repeat

So if you have your own bouts of depression (*cough cough* me *cough*) he'll understand and try to help in any way he can

On a more happier note, he likes getting you gifts

Homie is a very gift giving/ acts of service type of lover fr fr

Btw dating Shadow means being friends with Rogue and Omega, no exceptions

Ugh sorry this took forever to make I'm really lazy lmao

Did you guys notice that Jacksepticeye voices a character in one of the later Sonic Prime episodes cuz I did and I almost SCREAMED–

Anyways, send in requests if you want :)

[wakeup01]

Hey, is it still open ? If it is, I've got something to ask. See, the university that I attend is apparently quite focused on sports, when compared to degrees such as mine in linguistics. It means that, on my way to class, I see a lot of hot men with great hairstyles, and I've always felt a bit jealous at that. Don't get me wrong, I love the eyecandy, but it always made me wonder what would happen if, one day, I entered the wrong building. Could you help me to see what would happen ? Just as an experiment, of course, I want to go back to my degree nice and easy after that...

Team Player

Linguistics? Oh dear, oh dear. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you won’t be getting anywhere with that. But don’t worry, I’m feeling generous today. Okay, listen up. It’s very simple, all you have to do is follow that hot jock with the gelled blond hair to the left. No, no, not the right, the left. Take note of his smile. The way he laughs at literally nothing. Why? Oh, no reason…

Whoops. The locker room you say? What a blunder. Egg on my face, I tell ya. But while you’re there, maybe it’s worth taking in the sights and….smells. Every step is like walking through the humid air of the jungle, a breeze of sweaty jockstraps assaults you from every direction as the Football team get changed. You fail to avert your eyes from their hot glistening bodies, the display of pure strength and testosterone.

The jock you followed in notices you, notices certain inadequacies that need amending if you’re gonna be on the team. The team? Yes, the team. That messy hair for one. You barely get the opportunity to argue as he sits you down and scrapes the clippers across your skull. The buzzing sound makes you shiver. An overwhelming lightheaded feeling allows him to easily tilt your head down and mow the back. Running his hands through what little remains as he gells it up into a spiky jock style. Patting your strapped rear and padded thighs as the dirty, preused tight leggings pull up your legs and cover your cupped crotch. Your mouth opens, opens before your brain has engaged, just hanging ajar for several seconds. “B—bro.” The word is more of a proclamation than anything else. You impulsively adjust your junk, a clear shadow visibly outlines where your big balls push the cup outward.

He tells you that the newbies are liable if the team loses. That would be you. Taking one…or many, so to speak, for the team is the accepted punishment. He tells you this while stroking at his own cupped groin, a rather large bulge growing as you swallow hard.

Before you know it, you’re completely kitted out in the heavy uniform, a thick helmet lowering over your head - silencing those niggling doubts in the back of your increasingly tiny, sports obsessed mind. It’s like a deprivation chamber for your head, your inner monologue being blocked. The only thing that matters to you now is the game.

The game.

The ball.

The team.

The… punishment.

The twitching of your cock and ass makes you wonder if losing would be all that bad. You stand up and admire yourself. You barely recognise what you see, uncontrollably getting turned on by your own appearance. Were your arms always that chunky, that tanned? Like prime cooked beef hanging from your wide shoulders. Looking like a proper jock boy…smelling like one too. Huhuh. You turn, smiling dimly back at your bro. Laughing out loud for a reason you don’t remember. Uhh, I’m sure it’ll come to you…eventually.

I mean, you’re just trying out something new, right? No harm done, you rationalise as you sprint and achieve your first touchdown, your memory of…le..lin….lingizztics? Completely knocked loose from your ‘bro’d out, empty head.

Of course, the team loses anyway. Though you, and the rest of the team have suspicions about how accidental your ‘fumbles’ really were. Never-mind, that didn’t matter so much anymore, not while the whole team form an orderly queue behind your bent over rear. Your blonde bro is first up, he spreads your sweaty cheeks wide, spits on your crack and lines himself up for the ‘shot’. “You ready to learn how to handle some balls dude?”

“Hell yeah brah!”

[etaleah]

No but you don’t understand. Sonic and Shadow are going to clash so hard in season 2 of Prime and it’s going to be so intense because both of them will be right. Or at least, neither of them will be entirely wrong.

Sonic is going to view Shadow’s willingness to destroy the other shatterverses and the characters in them for the sake of restoring Green Hill as him being cruel and apathetic to other peoples’ suffering, that he doesn’t care enough about them to try and find a better way. That just like before, he’s willing to blow up the moon, the earth, and everyone in it as long as he can have what he wants. He sees Shadow’s way as selfish and destructive and uncaring, similar to Eggman.

Shadow hasn’t spent any time with these other characters and therefore has no reason to feel any attachment to them. He’s also experienced way too much trauma in his backstory to ever have Sonic’s level of optimism about the way the world works. He can’t have the belief that “obviously everything will work out because it has to” because if that were the case, Maria would still be here, wouldn’t she? Shadow is going to view Sonic’s willingness to throw away their home and everyone in it for the sake of saving these “copies” as Sonic prioritizing moral purity over what really matters. In his mind, Sonic is more concerned with not having to get his hands dirty and avoiding the reality of the situation than he is about doing what needs to be done. He sees Sonic’s hesitancy as childish denial and wishful thinking, of wanting to believe in a fairy tale ending that can never happen and refusing to grow up and take responsibility. Maybe he’s even subconsciously a little jealous of that childlike optimism that can only come from not having experienced trauma before.

I’m so excited for Sonic Prime I cannot even tell you. It’s gonna be great.

[kasagia]

right hand IV mini spoiler?🤭

One spoiler may be that I'm doing everything I can to get IV published this week, on Friday at the latest (and I'll probably do it, keep your fingers crossed for me). 😅🙈

But here is a fragment of part IV: 😈😈

(...)

"Yeah… he can be quite a pain in the ass." You nod, shifting your gaze to Feyd. He danced with Irulan. You try to ignore the pang in your heart, and without thinking much, you reach for two glasses, handing one to Fevas. The two of you make a quick toast, and you're relieved to feel the burning sensation of the alcohol masking the unexpected bitterness you feel.

"Well, since he's busy... will you allow me the immense honour of having my toes trampled by you?" You look briefly at the harpies, considering his proposition. It wouldn't hurt anyone if you will have a one dance with your old friend, right?

One of the harpies nods at you while the other two stare daggers at Irulan. And in that very moment, you decide that you will not allow yourself to become another of Na-Baron's harpies. You'd rather die than become the other jealous woman.

"I am better dancer than I used to be. You can get very surprised." You respond flirtatiously, offering him your hand. You giggle, rolling your eyes as he leans down and plants a kiss on it.

"Really? Impossible. The last time you danced with me, I had to go to a medic to heal my poor, trampled fingers."

"And yet you still want to dance with me..." You reply teasingly as he leads you to the dance floor. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you a little too close to him for comfort. But neither of you care.

You think it's nice to feel seen and desired. It was certainly better to have a charming man like Fevas than to prop up the walls at a party. Sometimes being in the shadows bothered you. And even though Fevas was... too lively for you, right now you wanted to break out of your comfort zone for a moment. You knew he was perfect for this.

You didn't realise that the blue eyes of a certain Harkonnen were piercing your companion with a hateful look, which especially intensified when Fevas wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and leaned towards you to whisper in your ear.

(...)

"I think you've forgotten who I am to you, little witch. Say it."

"I… you are the Na-Baron." He hums dissatisfyingly, shaking his head at your response.

"Try again."

"Future Baron of Giedi Prime." Your answer was again unsatisfactory to him. You shiver as you feel him press the dagger against your chest, the tip of the blade playing with the strings holding the corseted bodice of your dress together. If he used a little bit of the dress, it would expose your breasts to his view.

"Don't play stupid, or I will punish you in front of everyone. And I wish that dirty, walking pile of muscles that had his hands on you didn't see me slapping your beautiful, little ass red. In fact, I'd rather be the only one enjoying this view, so be my good girl and tell me whose remains I'll throw to my harpies tonight?"

You hold your breath at his words. Feyd couldn't visit his harpies tonight. Not when they were supposed to be busy... getting rid of the baron's corpse. You think quickly, trying to find the best way out of the situation without condemning Fevas to a certain death. Feyd's intense, urgent gaze makes you blurt out words in an act of pure panic and thoughtlessness that you have probably never said to him before.

"No."

I hope you want more... 😊🩵🩵🖤🖤

[tenebraevesper]

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 6)

Welcome to Part 6 of my Shadow and Sonic character analysis, which is actually part analysis, part me just gushing over the Sonadow ship. In this Part, I will be covering the second half of Episode 17: Grim Tidings, which can be summed up as ''little brother is jealous of older brother's boyfriend and also is trying to kill them''.

With this done, I have three more episodes left in which Shadow appears, and unless I get too many screenshots/gifs so Tumblr won't let me post them all, Episode 21: Home Sick Home and Episode 22: The Devil is in the Tails will be one post, while Episode 23: From the Top will be its own post. There might also be a slight delay in me covering those episodes because I need to gather all of the material for them.

In any case, let's dive into this episode!

In the first half of the episode, we already saw a very prominent shift in Shadow's character, aka his protective and caring side and his attempt to reach out and comfort Sonic, which was genuinely really cute from him.

So, Shadow and Sonic manage to enter The Grim, with Sonic (who for once didn't faceplant upon landing in the Shatterspace) being surprised to see Nine having gone full Elsa by creating a citadel with the Paradox Prism energy. As they approach it, they're confronted by Nine, who tells Sonic how Sonic's plan was never Nine's plan.

''So, it was always about power?'' ''No, that's not-'' ''Exactly. With the Paradox Prism, I'll be able to turn this world into a paradise. MY PARADISE!''

I find it genuinely interesting how Shadow's first thought is that Nine was after power, rather than approval or companionship. Nine agrees, but he wasn't seeking power for the sake of power. Knowing Nine's character, he is a loner who had been bullied all of his life and after believing that he found a true friend in Sonic, all he wants is to create a world where he and Sonic can be happy. However, with Sonic ''betraying'' him, he decides that he is better off alone.

Now, doesn't this sound a bit familiar?

So, this is speculation, but I think that Nine is supposed to be a foil to Shadow. Both are loners with a cynical view of the world and a strong connection to Sonic. However, while Nine started out as Sonic's ally (after some initial trust issues) and looked up to him, Shadow was quite antagonistic, fighting Sonic and berating him for shattering their reality. However, over the course of the show, things changed, with Nine taking over as the main villain while Shadow became Sonic's closest ally.

While the reasons for Nine betraying Sonic have been seen and discussed in and out of the show, I want to point out something I didn't really see anyone bring up - how much does Nine really know Sonic (and for that matter, how much does Sonic really know Nine)?

Nine acted on the belief that Sonic wants to stay with him in The Grim and create a world just for them, at least until he got the confirmation that Sonic wanted to restore Ghost Hill. Nine is not Tails, so no matter how much he interacts with Sonic, he wouldn't know about any of Sonic's past actions or how he acted in similar situations to get a good understanding of him.

Shadow, on the other hand, knows Sonic well enough to point out his mistakes and flaws and is not afraid to knock him down a peg, while also understanding that Sonic genuinely has everyone's best interests on mind. He has seen how Sonic behaves in situations like this, and even if he fights Sonic, he has no issues working with him and trusting him (albeit, after he admits that, yeah, they need each other to fix reality). Unlike Nine, he has enough experience with Sonic to understand why he acts like this.

''Let's destroy this traitor.'' ''Wait! Maybe I can reason with him.'' ''Reason with him?!'' ''Just let me try. If that doesn't work-'' ''Then he's mine.'' ''No, he's ours.''

*Soviet anthem starts playing* Sorry, not sorry! X3 But seriously, was anyone reminded of that one meme when Sonic went ''he's ours''? Because that's the first thing that popped into my mind.

Also, why do writers love writing Shadow trying to destroy Tails? Like this is the third time this happens!

First we had Shadow fighting Tails in Sonic X (granted, he was targeting Cosmo, but still!).

Then we had Shadow fighting Tails in Sonic Boom (granted, he was targeting Sonic, and Tails and Knuckles were in his way, but still!).

Now we have Shadow targeting Nine in Sonic Prime, who betrayed them, took the Paradox Prism and left their reality to fracture... which for once is actually a valid reason for Shadow to go after him.

But still, why is Shadow having beef with Tails in every animated media he appears in? Going by this pattern, I guess that Shadow will also target Tails in Sonic Movie 3.

*shakes head in amusement* Anyways, where were we? Ah, yes!

So, Shadow and Sonic's conversation is actually quite interesting when you take into consideration everything that happened between them. Shadow wants to do the obvious, while Sonic, despite having experienced a great loss, still hopes that he can reason with Nine. Shadow is stunned, but Sonic asks him to let him at least try. If it doesn't work, Shadow will deal with him... No, Shadow and Sonic will deal with him.

This is certainly the culmination of both Sonic and Shadow's character growth. Not only did they talk about their plans, but Sonic acknowledges that, if he cannot talk to Nine, he will have to fight him. Shadow, in turn, let's Sonic do try the more diplomatic approach rather than take the violent option, clearly showing trust in Sonic's negotiation skills. It is genuinely amazing to see.

Unfortunately for Sonic, Nine doesn't care about fixing their relationship, as he already replaced him with his own version of Chaos Sonic, called Grim Sonic.

''Woah! Who or what is THAT?!'' ''It's you.'' ''Yeah, but if you squint and tilt your head to the side, it's also kinda you.'' *gives Sonic an unimpressed look*

Honestly, I genuinely laughed at this little exchange, especially when Shadow just gives Sonic that look. It's really fun to just have them talk like this, showing off their dynamic.

''Whatever it is, it's in our way.'' ''Not for long!''

The conversation even continues, with both preparing for the fight. Once again, I just love how these two can hold a banter in one moment and leap into action in the next one.

At first, they get caught off guard by Grim Sonic, with Sonic being exasperated there's another robotic version of him, with Nine pointing out how he saved Sonic from Chaos Sonic, but how this time, Sonic is on his own. Sonic's expression falls as he hears that, clearly hurt by Nine's words.

''He's not on his own.'' *Sonic perks up, both confront Grim Sonic* ''We're all on our own.''

Honestly, this is really sweet of Shadow, showing that he now stands firmly by Sonic's side and cheering him up. Shadow really has undergone through a lot of character growth, affirming that he and Sonic are now a team and they will work together to beat Nine. Not to mention, Sonic just looks so happy to hear this.

What follows next is Sonic and Shadow beating up Grim Sonic, showing some amazing teamwork together.

''It's over Nine!'' ''I decide when it's over!''

Nine summons the other Grim Variants, that of Amy, Knuckles, Rouge and Birdie (no Big or Froggy tho, and certainly no variant of Tails), claiming how they're his friends now. Sonic and Shadow continue the battle.

''Behind you!'' ''Behind you!''

I'm absolutely loving this! Seriously, before Sonic Prime, when was the last time we saw them work together like this?

Anyways, as the battle continues, Shadow tells Sonic to go for the Prism, but Sonic protests, not wanting to leave him alone. Shadow assures him that he'll be fine and tells him to go, with Sonic listening to him. Nine laments about Sonic's recklessness, throwing crystals at him and knocking him down.

''Sonic!''

Shadow looks absolutely devastated when he sees Sonic fall...

...and his first instinct is to rush over to Sonic to protect him.

Fortunately, Sonic gets up, with Nine joining the Grim Variants, praising the power of the Prism and how there's nothing he can't do. Sonic questions him whether this is really what he wants, to spend his life all alone with robots as his companions. Nine responds how he can at least trust them, with Sonic the pointing out how The Grim is decaying, and Nine reveals that, while he rebuilt the Paradox Prism, some of the Prism energy is still missing.

Now, observe this closely.

''Oh, I've rebuilt it. But it turns down there is some Prism energy missing.''

When Nine mentions the missing Prism energy, he briefly glances at Sonic's shoes, smirking. Sonic clearly has no idea what he's talking about, thinking about his words.

Shadow, on the other hand, follows Nine's gaze, looking at Sonic's shoes, then back at Nine, who gives him a firm look, as if confirming something. Shadow's eyes widen in realization, then he gives Nine a look of pure anger.

Shadow has put together that Nine is now targeting Sonic, and he is pissed.

''Sonic, you have to get out of here!'' ''What?''

Shadow's first words and actions after this realization is to tell Sonic to get out and then protecting him from Grim Sonic.

''It's you! He's after your energy!''

It is as if someone flipped a switch. Shadow's thoughts are basically ''Forget the Paradox Prism, I need to protect Sonic now!'' He literally switched priorities the moment Sonic had been put into danger, and when he sees Sonic struggling with the Grim variants, he basically encases him into a tornado to protect him, telling him that he has to go.

''What? Shadow thinks he can steal Sonic away from me!? Not a chance!''

I know that Nine is after Sonic's Prism energy, but he sounds so much like a little brother who is jealous that his older brother spends more time with his boyfriend than with him. I mean, he certainly isn't over Sonic, no matter what he says about the robots being his friends now, so it certainly checks out.

Nine then fires a blast of energy at Sonic and Shadow, with Shadow managing to grab Sonic's leg...

''This is for your own good!'' ''Shadooooow!''

...proceeding to throw him out of The Grim and right into The Void, much to Nine's dismay. Nine then sends Grim Birdie and its clones to follow Sonic, and while Shadow fights the rest of the robots.

He is not in the best state, but damned if he doesn't give his all to cover Sonic. Unfortunately, he is outnumbered and eventually knocked into the abyss.

You fought as best as you could Shadow, but unfortunately, you will need more help in the fight against Nine. Fortunately, Sonic knows where to find that help.

So, the second half of the episode just cemented everything I had said about Shadow's character growth, with the inclusion of him putting Sonic's safety above his own. Sure, Sonic is Nine's target, but you can't say that Shadow hasn't been doing that even before he learned about Nine's plans.

Oh, and Sonadow shippers? I think you can definitely add ''Protective Shadow'' to your story ideas.

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 5)

#Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic Prime, Character Analysis - Part 7)

#Sonic the Hedgehog Analyzer (Masterlist)

[toffeelights]

falling into sonic again..

no i grew up watching those epic sprite animations and sonic final fantasies, sonic paradox even. The games I played were heroes and a few more like unleashed and mega collection and i adored black knights transformation sequence i would play it in the car repeatedly ( i never owned a wii). I watched all the sonic gameplay I could. My favourite characters being sonic and shadow. I, however grew up and believed sonic was not "famous" and was niche, jealous of the only sonic merch being the boys underwear in the superstore :(,

i didnt like boom or even lost world. it wasn't "sonic" to me, so i fell out, come forces and im burned, never touching this franchise again in my mid teens. I looked at how it was doing, would watch dubs and enjoy animations but eh that was it for me.

then.. comes 2023 and the thing that drags me back into this franchise, the thing that fucking pulls me in and keeps me buried... is those same two fucking hedgehogs but this time... their fucking ship. I suppose i can blame the art that took me here in the first place but holy shit. if you told me when i was 5 years old that i would come to adore sonadow and that would be the sole reason for my staying to the sonic franchise and all i would draw would be fucking sonadow, i would think you were fucking stupid and then go on word and make sonic comics of him running and pissing on eggman. no its the fucking fact, that now its come to a point where the dynamic of sonic and shadow genuinely have shifted my entire brain chemistry, they are everything, romantic subtext or not, they have literally shaped my interest for the past half year.

the fucking SYMBOLISM sega hints around them??!! them being stars, fated, destined to meet, mirror images, understanding eachother the most yet causing the most frustration. Sonic, is the one character that can get so, so personal to shadow, challenge him in a way and intrigue him in the most bizzarest of ways he never understands yet finds equal annoyance as much as admiration, sonic is a shift to his core. Shadow also does care quite a bit, just as much as he gets irritated at his presence, i find it funny how in sonic 06, the two characters saving sonic are amy and Fucking SHADOW the hedgehog. (albeit you dont see this alot erm due to segas insistence of making characters.. boring? but anyways)

their TRUST.. in eachother, the sonic x shadow generations descriptions do it so well (esp in jp).

in sa2 when they.. worked together for the first time in space and.. he called him the ultimate life form.. and sonic and shadow.. just in that moment.. were together as one. and oh man..

I could talk about prime but uh my favourite interactions in there are mostly when one of the other was uncouncious or in a state of unawareness (youd be suprised how much this happened). like sonic holding shadow and saving him, he seems to get really, REALLY emotional when it comes to shadow than anybody else.. for some reason... and shadow' reaction when sonic almost died. OWee that was done so well. the way.. he held him.. tight.. when sonic was dying.. oh my gosh. bride style. oahy.. im not too fond on talking about prime since in terms of the "sonic and shadow" dynamic it sort of slaps you in the face but hey I appreciate some sonadow anytime, if that was their actual only canon dyamic i dont think I'd care for it as much but its more of an add on to one of the most insane PASSIONATE.. crazy mutually charged dynamics ive seen in my life... like why are they like that.. can they STOP.. those two.. my brain will explode if we actually like actually like ACTUALLY see them togteher and if its anything like "them" with their subtetly and bizzare unique tensions, i think i will lose my sanity and just not function anymore. good fucking bye if i see a mention towards emerl or the ending of sa2 i will lose my absolute shit and you random person seeing this will see me go through it. my sketchbook would probably be overwhelmed by the amount of incoherent sonadow mess dear lord why..

ignore this i have an exam tomorrow and ended up going on a crazy rant about tbese two hedgehogs that have carried me through senior year, shout out to sonadow.. gotta be the only thing dragging me towards a degree.

[kittydoremi]

Sonelise, Shadamy and Sonadow for the ship bingo? :>

Sorry for taking so long to answer ><

(Btw was a bit confused by the space that said therapy, so I took it as "this ship is like therapy to me, it comforts me 💖")

SonElise

My beloved 🥺💙🤍

I could gush about them for days. I love them so much. I wish I would've gotten into the ship sooner. I stayed away from the ship up until a few years ago because of the whole fandom stigma around it, but one day I said "fuck it, this ship is cute" and started to openly ship it, and my love for the ship only grew since 😊

Sonadow

Very cute! Some reasons I like sonelise also fall into why I like sonadow, two introverts being cute dorks 💙🖤

also, even though I know their Prime characterizations aren't their canon characterizations, I do like Sonadow Prime as its own thing. It was pretty much the only thing I liked about Prime lol 😅

Shadamy

I'm not SUPER passionate about most ships with Amy, but Shadamy probably has to be my favorite Amy ship. It's very cute, and I much prefer the dynamic to s0namy. They're both passionate in their own ways. Also, Amy can help Shadow to open up while Shadow can help Amy to be more grounded. 💖🖤

I'm not a fan of the fanfiction tropes when Shadow is written to only like Amy because she reminds him of Maria, or when Sonic is written to be a jealous asshole to make Shadow look better. But there are alot of great shadamy fics and ways of writing shadamy that don't fall into those tropes.

[fleshbook]

Out of all the Sonic’s I think modern is the most jealous tho, mostly because it would caught him of guard and be very sad and snappy about it (yes I am thinking of RealShadowFan01)

YOUR SO RIGHT, Prime would be all like "Yeah me and my shadow we get along great! He likes to pick me up alot I dunno what that's about-" and Modern is SEETHING

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

"Nine is homophobic" this and "Classic is homophobic" that

WRONG

They're literally both gay

[oh-ranpo]

heart on your sleeve

☾ - pairing: ranpo edogawa x fem!reader ☾ - word count: 5.2k+ ☾ - warning: alcohol consumption, some cursing, nothing too crazy. ☾ - summary: it was supposed to be a girl’s night out where you were safe to bare your heart’s desires without repercussions. but after three drinks too many, maybe holding in those feelings becomes a little bit harder. 

One shot and two mixed drinks should have been your limit. You knew yourself and your tolerance enough to know that venturing too far outside of those parameters would only end in disaster. Too bad your friends were a bunch of enablers who wanted to see you suffer. 

After three shots, you felt your inhibitions fall away, and when they were partnered with the same number of mixed drinks in a very limited amount of time, your night was sure to be headed for a swift derailment. Only, by the time the third rum and coke had been drained from your glass, your ability to care about what came next had disappeared completely. 

It was supposed to be a girls night out - a reward for all the hard work you had put in at the Armed Detective Agency lately. You, Yosano, Naomi and Kirako had been planning this outing for a while as a way to let loose. Your lives were constantly dictated by the moods and whims of others, and while you knew you were appreciated, it was hard to get as much recognition when you were working in the shadows of those like Dazai Osamu, Kunikida Doppo and Ranpo Edogawa.

Ranpo Edogawa.

Just the mere thought of his name had your head spinning in ways that would make the alcohol in your system jealous. While you found yourself having to work twice as hard to manage to even come close to his level, when it came to the young detective, you found you didn’t mind quite as much. Even in his arrogance, you found him endearing. Not that you would have ever admitted that to him out loud. It would only serve to inflate his ego more, and while you were infatuated with him, the thought of that was almost too much to bear. 

With your fourth drink in hand, you stumbled your way back to the table where the other three girls were waiting for you. The floor felt like it tilted in a gradual slant as you walked, and your brow furrowed as you concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. I can’t be that drunk, you thought to yourself. Though, in all reality, there was no denying that you were.

It had been a rough week. A rough month, actually. The caseload that you had taken on was bigger than ever, and while you had plenty of assistance, it felt like the pile of paperwork on your desk was never-ending. Even Dazai wasn’t able to shirk his duties off onto Atsushi as there had been so much to get through. It was all hands on deck, all the time. It was exhausting.

That didn’t mean that you were unhappy, though. You loved the people you worked with, and you were happy to use your abilities to help better the city that you lived in. It was just nice to have a break here and there, and those breaks had started to come fewer and farther apart. So, who cares if you were a little past drunk and your mind was turning into inebriated mush? Surely that would just have to be a problem to be solved tomorrow.

“That was fast,” Yosano smirked as her gaze flitted to your newest drink as you set it down on the table in front of you. It had only been mere minutes since you had downed your third one, and you hadn’t hesitated to rush to the bar for round four. It helped that the bartender had been eyeing you up all night, and so you were able to jump to the front of the line as well as earn a slightly heavier pour than might have been the norm.

“So? I thought we were here to have fun?” You shot back, smiling around the rim of your glass as you lifted it to your lips. You knew that Yosano was just giving you a hard time as she was already on her fourth drink as well. She had been the prime enabler for this evening’s festivities, and while you had assumed that it was because she, like you, wanted to let loose after a busy few weeks, there was no way you could have foreseen her ulterior motives.

“The bartender was awfully flirty,” Naomi commented this time, your gaze turning towards the dark-haired girl sitting next to you. She gave you a playful wink and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Even in your drunken state, you were still far from interested in some random stranger at the bar. 

“He’s not exactly my type,” you huffed as you set your glass back down, almost accidentally knocking it over as your other hand clumsily bumped against it.

“Oh yeah?” Kirako hummed from across the table. “And just what is your type, exactly?”

This topic of conversation was to be expected. It wouldn’t have been a girl’s night out without bringing up some personal gossip, would it? You had just hoped that you wouldn’t have been the first one to be grilled about your love life - or lack thereof. 

Normally, you would have pretended to ponder this question and come up with some vague response, but your filter had disappeared as soon as your third shot glass hit the table, and instead, a sly, crooked smile spread across your lips.

“Ranpo, of course.”

Yosano’s eyebrows shot up in amusement as she pretended to be surprised by this bit of information, and Naomi and Kirako smirked at each other from across the table. If you were sober, you might have asked them how in the world they had already figured it out, but now your mind was preoccupied with other things. 

Like the emerald green of a certain someone’s irises and brown capes and pageboy hats. 

“Does he know?” Naomi asked, pulling your thoughts back to the girl’s at the table around you. You shrugged in response. 

“For the world’s greatest detective, he doesn’t even seem to notice me.”

Yosano had gone quiet as she was now typing something out on her phone. You noticed her distraction immediately and frowned. 

“Akiko, are you even listening to me? I’m spilling my deepest secrets over here,” you pouted, and Yosano laughed before flipping her phone closed and sliding it back into her pocket.

“I know you are, but I believe that you’ve got it all wrong. To think that Ranpo doesn’t notice you is to say that you’re the most oblivious person that I’ve ever met.”

Your forehead scrunched in confusion, but you didn’t respond to her insult right away. 

How would she know if he had noticed me? It’s not like the three of us hang out that much. Sure, her and Ranpo are close, but I’m always going off on missions with Atsushi and Kyouka, never Ranpo. Why would he have noticed me?

You downed your fourth drink in record time, opting to busy yourself with the alcohol as opposed to finishing your current conversation. Sensing your disinterest in sharing more matters of your heart with them, Naomi had started rambling about her brother, and Kirako admitted that she didn’t have much time for romance considering how busy the president kept her. It was all stuff you had heard before, and while your mind was spinning with Yosano’s comments and the residual thoughts of your handsome co-worker, it was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate as the alcohol seeped into your bloodstream.

You had no idea how much longer you sat at that table while your friends chatted idly with one another but after a while, your head started to slump towards the table, and you were sure that your eyes had even slipped shut at one point. It wasn’t until someone was gently nudging your arm that you realized you had drifted off, and when your eyes slowly fluttered back open, you were sure that you still had to be locked inside a dream.

For there, standing right next to you, was Ranpo Edogawa.

“Wow, you look just like someone I know,” you murmured, your hands rubbing at your eyes as you tried to push away the dream. There was no way that it was the actual Ranpo, because he wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this. He wasn’t a partier and he certainly didn’t feel the need to partake in vast alcohol consumption, even when he needed to unwind. You had also never seen him in anything other than his work attire and a suit and this Ranpo was wearing sweats and a sweatshirt that didn’t feel like it fit his style at all.

“Do I? Of course, I do. It’s-“ Before the man could finish, your hand had reached out to wrap around his wrist and you smiled softly up at him. 

“You both are so handsome, you know? Like, it’s unfair. Really and truly unfair.”

Ranpo - or, to you, imposter Ranpo - stared back at you quizzically for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts to formulate a response. The other three girls were watching this interaction with unabashed amusement, with Yosano being the most delighted of them all.

“What are you talking about?” The man asked, and you pushed yourself to your feet, stumbling slightly as your arm gripped his shoulder in an attempt to steady yourself. The man’s eyes widened, and a sound slipped past your lips - one that was something embarrassingly similar to a mix between a moan and a whimper - as your other hand moved to gently rest against his cheek. 

“You even have the same eyes. Those green fuckin’ eyes that I could just die for.”

Whether this was a dream or this man was a stranger, you couldn’t find it in yourself to stop now that you had gotten started. Every feeling that you had kept repressed seemed to tumble off your tongue and your concept of personal space was completely abandoned as you leaned into him, desperate for even a sliver of something akin to intimacy with a man you knew you could never have.

“He’s smart too, you know? The guy that you look like. Possibly the smartest guy I know, or really, the smartest anyone could know. He’s got this… he’s got this brain that just… it…” Your words trailed off as you thought about the way that Ranpo handled cases and how easy he made it all look. His mind was just wired in a way that let him see everything, and it was a skill that you were often envious of, and it wasn’t even supernatural. That’s just who he was. He just knew it all.

Well, except for the hopeless crush that you seemed to have on him.

The man was silent again, and when you lifted your head to look at him, your heart dropped to see that he wasn’t even looking at you anymore. His eyes were fixed on someone behind you, and you knew that it had to be one of your friends. You sighed, drawing his attention briefly, before standing up to your full height, your hand dropping from his shoulder again as you were now able to support your own weight.

“And just like him, you don’t want to give me the time of day. Go figure.”

You flopped back down onto the bench where you had previously been seated and let out another heavy sigh. Thank God this isn’t the real Ranpo, you thought to yourself sadly. How embarrassing to be rejected in such a public setting.

You lost yourself in your head again, your thoughts still fuzzy around the edges from the alcohol. The conversation continued around you, but you were still stuck in the moment before. Seeing that shock on Ranpo’s face was something you wanted to forget. Even if it wasn’t really him, it looked enough like him for you to get the idea. Your heart ached and thundered in your chest as you thought about just how much you wished things were different. Whether it be your feelings or Ranpo’s, you couldn’t decide which would be easier.

It took a minute for you to notice that the man you had just bared your heart to was kneeling down in front of you, and it wasn’t until he waved a hand under your nose that you finally looked back up. Your breath caught as you took in his soft smile, and his cheeks had turned a dusty pink when your eyes finally met.

“Are you ready to go home?” 

The question caught you off guard, and you quickly turned your head to see if your friends had noticed this stranger offering to take you home, but your stomach dropped when you saw that you were the only one still sitting at the table. Even though you were intoxicated, you were still apprehensive about being left alone.

“Yosano called us a cab. It should be out front any minute now.”

So, he knew Yosano. You were going to have to have a talk with her when you got to work tomorrow.

Slowly, and hesitantly, you nodded as imposter Ranpo helped you back to your feet. He didn’t say anything about your earlier confessions, and you tried to quell the racing of your heart as one of his arms slipped around your waist while he lifted one of your arms to drape across his shoulders. You might have been a little nervous, but you could still let this game of pretend last a little bit longer. Real Ranpo or not, having him close was both comforting and exhilarating even with rejection still fresh in your heart.

“Tell me more about this guy I look like.”

The sound of the man’s voice sent a shiver down your spine at how the tone carried a similar weight to the man in question. Same inflections, same pace, it was almost as if he had found a way to perfectly imitate him. It was almost cruel teasing your heart like this.

“Ranpo, he’s…” you started, your voice much quieter now as you stepped out into the cool, night air. There was a cab waiting at the curb, just as he said there would be, and as he led you over to pull open the door, you thought about the best way to describe the man he was asking about.

“Ranpo is one of a kind. In more ways than one.”

The man didn’t say anything as he held the door open for you and gently helped you into the backseat. It wasn’t until he was seated next to you, both of your seatbelts fastened and your address given to the cab driver that he spoke again. 

“What does that mean exactly?” 

You sighed, but a smile spread across your lips as you envisioned Ranpo sitting at his desk with sweets wrappers surrounding him and his handheld game resting precariously in his lap. He could be so childlike sometimes, but not really in a negative way. He was carefree and easy going. He didn’t sweat the small stuff because he could always see the bigger picture. He was blunt, yet kind in his own way. He had an air about him that brought about undeniable trust and belief in his abilities because he had never given anyone a reason to doubt him.

“I don’t even know where to start.”

Leaning your head against the man’s shoulder you got the first whiff of his scent, causing your heart to palpitate in your chest once more. It was easy to mask in a room filled with sweaty bodies and the potent smell of alcohol, but being alone in the backseat of the car with him, it was undeniable. He smelled sugary sweet with an underlying floral tone that had to have come from the shampoo that the had inevitably used earlier that night. It was the same smell you would find yourself walking through when you passed Ranpo’s desk or when you walked behind him into a meeting. 

Nuzzling your face further into his sweatshirt, you squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you tried to imagine what it might be like to have this smell surrounding you all the time. His warmth was intoxicating all on its own, and you wanted to live inside this moment of pretend forever. Your heart throbbed as you thought about how it would be gone as soon as you were dropped off in front of your apartment building, and you had to hold your breath to keep the frustrated groan from slipping past your lips.

“I swear this is one of the best dreams I’ve ever had,” you finally managed to say after a few minutes of silence spent pulling yourself together. This still had to be a dream. Everything was coming together too perfectly for it not to be. You were probably still passed out on the table back at the bar, and any minute now, a bouncer would be shaking you awake and telling you that it was time for you to head home.

The ghost of fingertips brushed across your hand that was resting in your lap, and when you slowly opened your eyes, you were surprised to see the man’s hand hovering over yours. His eyes were fixed on the space between them, as if contemplating what move he actually wanted to make. Smiling to yourself, your cheek still pressed against his collarbone, you flipped your hand over and allowed his fingers to slip between his own. If you were going to lean into this fantasy, you were going to go all the way.

Clammy palms pressed against yours, and you were taken aback at how nervous the man seemed to be. You had practically thrown yourself at him, telling him all the ways he reminded you of someone else, and he was the one that was nervous? Maybe he had diabolical intentions and now, seeing how pathetic you really were, he was starting to feel bad instead. Either way, you were too distracted by your own feelings to allow any sober part of your brain to think rationally.

When the cab pulled up to your apartment building a few minutes later, you started to feel nauseous. The night had officially come to an end, and now you were destined to head up to your apartment where you would get ready for bed alone, and the crawl under the blankets with no one else’s body heat to help keep you warm. The worst part being that your mind would be filled with emerald pools and soft, lingering touches that would never come. Thus was the downside to getting wasted and letting your fantasies run away with you.

“Guess this is me,” you muttered pathetically as you hesitated to open the door and drop the hand of the man sitting next to you. It didn’t even cross your mind that you hadn’t been the one to give the cab driver your address. Instead, you had just accepted the journey and now you wished that you could go anywhere but to your cold, dark bedroom.

“I’ll walk you up,” the man offered before pushing open his door and using his hold on you to pull you out behind him. You were still unsteady on your feet, but when you grasped his hand tighter, he maneuvered you back to his side so that you could lean on him if you needed.

“You don’t want the cab to leave without you, I can make it the rest of the way,” you offered, but the determined look imposter Ranpo gave you almost made you weak in the knees.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.” He accentuated his statement with another soft smile and you found it outside of your abilities to say no. 

You barely comprehended the fact that, once inside the elevator in the lobby, he hit the exact right floor number without you even having to ask, and when you reached your door, he somehow already had a key ready to unlock it. 

“Yosano gave it to me when she realized you were going to need help home,” he offered in way of explanation as he slowly turned the handle, giving you a quick glance as a blush spread across his cheeks. You nodded in understanding, accepting his reasoning without even delving too much into it. It sounded like something Yosano would do. She was sneaky like that.

Though, you were going to have to confront her about giving strange men your house key. Add it to the growing list of topics you were going to have to discuss with her the next time you saw her.

You flipped on the lights to the entryway, and only when you went to step out of your shoes did you finally drop the man’s hand. Disappointment filled your chest at the loss of his warmth, but now that you were safely inside your apartment, you figured that he would be on his way.

“You know,” imposter Ranpo said as he stood awkwardly in your foyer. When you looked up at him, you were struck, once again, with just how much he looked like your Ranpo. They were eerily identical. “When Yosano told me to come to the bar tonight, I honestly didn’t expect all of this.”

Yosano… invited… what?

Your mind was spinning as you stared up at him quizzically, trying to put the pieces of the night together so that they would make sense. 

“I don’t… I don’t understand,” you mumbled, your hand moving to rest against your forehead in frustrated contemplation. The man’s eyes remained locked on you, and even though there was still a hint of anxiousness surrounding him, he still seemed more sure and confident than you.

“You keep talking about Ranpo like… as if I’m not Ranpo. I guess I just don’t understand how you haven’t realized it yet.”

Your head snapped back up, and the smirk that now resided on his lips boasted the same confidence that you saw every day in the office. Whether his lips were wrapped around a lollipop, or he had just solved a major case without so much as lifting a finger, that look was one that had been permanently engrained in your mind. And now… now it was directed at you.

“I-“ Your voice cut off when you realized you didn’t know what to say. You were still drunk and a part of you still thought that this was a dream. It was too sweet to wake up from, but your skin flushed at all of the instances of the evening that led to the conclusion that he was telling the truth.

“For someone who works for the ADA, you are awfully dense sometimes.”

A momentary flare of rage rumbled in your chest at the insult and you glared at the man standing in front of you. 

“Well, if you really are the real Ranpo, I could say the same thing about you.” This seemed to take him by surprise as the brunette’s mouth snapped shut and his wide eyes regarded you quietly. It wasn’t often that anyone dared insult him, but your filter was gone and you were beyond frustrated. “I’ve been enamored with you for months and it took until you saw me intoxicated, spilling my heart for all of Yokohama to hear, for you to finally notice. The world’s greatest detective, my ass.”

Stunning the great Ranpo Edogawa into silence was a feat, and you had now done so at least twice in one evening. Dazai would have been thrilled to hear of your accomplishments if you weren’t so utterly embarrassed to the point that you would never want to speak of this evening again if things continued going south. 

“You never said anything,” he mumbled under his breath, and you laughed bitterly. 

“Of course, I didn’t. How does one tell a coworker that barely pays her any attention that she’s head-over-heels for him without looking like an idiot? The entire office would eat that shit up, and don’t even get me started on the merciless teasing that asshole Dazai would inflict upon me. You’re the one that can see everything, Ranpo, I thought that if you cared, you might have figured it out.”

Your anger had turned to despair, and what little bit of happiness you had experienced on the car ride over was now long gone. Faced with the reality of your situation, you wished that you could simply disappear into the floor, never to be seen or heard from again. Working alongside Ranpo was going to be difficult now that your true feelings had been exposed and your heart was aching from just how terribly everything had gone.

“When it comes to human emotion and matters of the heart, it’s not… it’s not that easy.” You barely heard his soft musings, even over the short distance between you, and you instinctively took a step closer so that you could hear what he was trying to say. “Or, maybe it’s not and I did see it but I was just… maybe I was scared.”

“Scared? Of what?”

“Of you.”

You blanched. Ranpo Edogawa scared of you? 

“Why?”

Ranpo was staring at his shoes now and it wasn’t like him to not meet your gaze. You hadn’t ever seen him act so reserved in front of anyone before, and it was almost like he was trying to hide away from you. He always portrayed himself as someone who couldn’t bothered; as someone who could always figure it out. It seemed, at least, until his own heart got involved.

“Forget it,” he huffed, his mood changing swiftly as he turned back towards the door. “Forget I said anything.”

Even in the state that you were in, you were still able to move fast enough to grab his wrist before he could wrap his hand completely around the door handle. He paused as his head slowly turned towards you, and you instantly became aware of how close you were to him now. His scent invaded your nose once more and the warmth of his arm pressed against your chest, sending your mind reeling.

“Be honest with me, Ranpo,” you pleaded, and his shoulders dropped as a defeated look crossed his face. “I just need to hear you say it.”

Feeling the most sober you had in hours, you willed yourself to hold onto him until he finally moved away from the door, eliminating the risk of his imminent departure. 

“I don’t know what to say other than… I don’t know how to describe it. I’ve never had to even try before. All I know is that when Yosano called and said that she needed my help and that you were involved I still… well, I came without a second thought. I don’t like going to bars. I don’t even know how to get to the bar using public transportation so I had to walk.” He paused, and you took a moment to mull over the distance between Ranpo’s residence and the bar that you had just left. It would have taken him at least thirty minutes to walk there, and in the middle of the night no less. “If it would have been Dazai or Kenji or anyone else, I would have told them to bother someone else, but it was you and I-“ 

Suddenly, realization washed over you like a tidal wave. He had come to your rescue because Yosano had said that you needed him. Even if it was just because you had too much to drink, he had still shown up - walked there, even - and you hadn’t even heard him complain once about it. It was so out of character that you could have convinced yourself once again that this had to be a dream or an imposter. But something flashed in those deep, green eyes of his and you knew that you were staring at the real deal now.

And he had come for you.

“Ranpo,” you whispered, his name carrying the weight of every emotion that was bubbling inside of you. You wanted to kiss him but you also knew that the moves you made now could be misinterpreted by your level of intoxication. So, instead, you lifted the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his arm to cup his cheek before sliding back into his soft, dark hair, memorizing the texture and feel of everything against your fingertips. His eyes fluttered briefly as he turned towards you completely.

“The taxi is gone,” he stated, and a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

“Good. I didn’t want you to leave.” And you weren’t even a little bit afraid now of being so honest.

A smile appeared on Ranpo’s lips soon after he digested your words and he stepped into your space, pushing your hand further back into his hair. 

“What will we tell Yosano?” He asked, and you giggled as you leaned against his chest.

“Nothing. Let’s make her suffer.”

The twinkle in Ranpo’s eyes caused a squeezing in your chest and you felt a fire build in your stomach at the realization that this particular soft look really was meant for you and you alone.

“Not a very nice way of rewarding her for bringing us here together,” he quipped and you shrugged. 

“That’s what she gets for going behind my back. Even if everything did work out for the best.”

Ranpo doesn’t disagree with you there, and soon kicks off his shoes before he’s guiding you down the hallway towards your bedroom. You giggle to yourself as he keeps you steady while you brush your teeth, and you blush when he lifts his sweatshirt over his head before lifting the edge of your comforter for you to slide under.

“I can make a bed for myself on the couch if you just-“

You hold up your hand to stop him, and then reach over to lift up the blanket beside you. 

“It’s far more comfortable here. Besides, see it as a thank you for getting me home safely.”

A deep blush painted Ranpo’s cheeks as he stuttered out a rebuttal that you pretended not to hear, and you waited until he had filled the space in the bed next to you before reaching over to turn off the lamp. Even with there being space between you, you could still feel his warmth seeping into your skin, a small smile settling on your face as you turned to face him. 

“Are you sure this is okay?” Ranpo whispered, his voice shaking slightly at the sudden onslaught of nerves in this new environment. You nodded as a yawn escaped you and your eyes slowly started to slide shut.

“I wanna make sure this wasn’t a dream. To do that, you have to be here in the morning too.”

You didn’t see Ranpo nod as your eyes had already closed, but you did feel his hand slide across the mattress to find yours underneath the blanket before sleep fully took over. And when you woke up the next morning to dark, fluffy hair splayed across the pillowcase next to you, your heart raced realizing that for once, your reality had far surpassed the sweetness of your dreams.

[sealrock]

so I said a long time ago that I wouldn't revisit the unsundered world and all that because I hit a narrative brick wall with paris' ancient, but that all changed when I made andromache a co-wol, and thus decided that she would be the original azem

enter apollo and dionysus, two sisters who would eventually become andromache and paris in the current timeline and with their own goody bags of lore under the cut:

apollo–

older sister of dionysus, who would become the new azem when her mentor venat retired

she and her sister were orphaned at a young age, and it was during venat's travels that she discovered the little foundlings. against the better judgment of her peers, venat elected to take the children back with her to amaurot to be raised as her proteges

apollo was exceedingly bright as a child, both emotionally and intellectually. she was a prodigy in creation magicks and an excellent fighter

got to knew hades and hyth at an academy for young amaurotines to hone their magicks, but she didn't consider them close friends of hers

once she grew older, she came to meet hyacinthos, hector's unsundered self. apollo fell hard and fast for him, but hyacinthos took a while to realize she had feelings for him

apollo wasn't a stranger to anyone, but she had a one-sided rivalry with hyacinthos' childhood friend thamyris. thamyris also had romantic feelings for hyacinthos, but they were never reciprocated

her relationship with her sister dionysus began to strain once they both became of age. while apollo still cared for her, she never understood why dionysus grew to have such disdain for her

while they were both prime candidates, venat ultimately chose apollo as her successor

azem tended to follow the rules, but she would march to the beat of her own drum, which landed her in hot water most of the time with the older members of the convocation

she and hyacinthos wished to spend the rest of their lives together, but it came to a bloody end when hyacinthos was murdered in a jealous rage by thamyris, who by then became the next halmarut

distraught and overcome with grief, apollo desparately wanted to bring hyacinthos back. but the underworld was a dangerous place for any living being, on top of the laws of amaurot forbidding anyone from bringing back the dead, whether they chose to die or not. hades, the new emet-selch, refused to help her as it would disrupt the natural order of the world

just before the final days tore apart their home, apollo defected from the convocation and went rogue. she ventured into the underworld herself to bring back her beloved, only to be overwhelmed by the current and become unraveled into the aether

before she died, apollo recorded her memories into her soul crystal so that whoever would find it would find a way to save them both. her soul crystal, the original azem crystal, was then lost in the aetherial sea after the world was sundered. it would eventually find its way into the hands of her many reincarnations, including andromache's ancestor, the zodiac brave known as penthesilea

apollo's soul crystal would only resonate with her reincarnation, otherwise it became a family heirloom of the tatlonghari's for the next few centuries until andromache became its owner

now imbued with the memories of her ancient self, andromache gained an obsessive desire to reunite with hector, thus fulfilling apollo's wish to never part from him again

dionysus–

younger sister of apollo, was passed over in favor of apollo to earn the seat of azem

while just as talented as apollo, dionysus could never outdo her sister. for that she was always considered second best

she would try to perform better than apollo in many things, but it was never good enough to dionysus. this would make her relationship with her mentor strained

dionysus was apollo's shadow, and she wasn't keen on making friends as a child

dionysus was the opposite of her sister in terms of personality: where apollo was cordial and lively, dionysus was broody and standoffish

when venat chose apollo to be the new azem, dionysus begged her mentor to reconsider. from then on, dionysus considered apollo her most bitter rival

despite her hatred, apollo looked after dionysus since they were young, and dionysus relied on her older sister. but once she became romantically involved with hyacinthos, dionysus grew jealous of the man for taking away her sister

rejected and dejected, dionysus joined the words of lahabrea to become a keyward of pandemonium. she never took a subtle approach to fighting like her sister, and her level of ferocity made her a prime candidate for being a keyward

during that time, dionysus fell out of contact with her sister and was unaware of her plans to rescue her beloved from the underworld

when the final days came down, dionysus was thrust into her sister's shoes to be the new temporary azem. apollo never returned from her descent into the underworld, and the convocation branded her a traitor

emet-selch, secretly mourning the loss of apollo and guilty over not helping her, created an artificial azem crystal for dionysus to use. it recorded her ascension ceremony, and dionysus imbued her own magicks into the crystal (aka her summoning spell), but it wasn't used for very long. dionysus created her own spell in the vain hope of bringing her sister back, but apollo was dissolved by then

now becoming something she always wanted to be, but ultimately wasn't ready for, dionysus struggled to take on the responsibilities her sister once had. on the opposing side of her mentor, dionysus couldn't perform her duties and ran away from the horrors of the final days

after the world got sundered, dionysus would reincarnate into paris and would become andromache's first child. the two of them repeated the same mistakes as they did when they were whole. paris didn't realize it then, but they inherited dionysus' resentment and inferiority complex when it comes to their mother andromache

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Reasons why they got akumatized... Part 1

Sayaka Maizono

She was performing with her idol band in the park. One of the members was very jealous of Sayaka being in the spotlight. During the concert, the said jealous member sabotaged Sayaka's performance, humilinating her infront of her fans. Sayaka was hurt and sad that one of her friends did such a thing, even tho she cared about members of the band. Kiyotaka Ishimaru -He was a candidate for Student Council president. He lost because of the gossip about the scandal featuring his grandfather as the prime minister. Taka was upset not because he lost, but because once again his family's name was ruined. Aoi Asahina

She participated in pool race in Swimming Club. She did not win, but she was not feeling bad about it… until some girls in locker room started to laugh at her failure. Aoi was sad because she did not understand why they were mean to her Byakuya Togami

He had an argument with his father, who was the CEO of Togami Corp. During the argument, Byakuya's father threatened that Byakuya won't be a heir of the company if he keeps acting "arrogant". Byakuya was very mad but also worried if his father would really disown him. Toko Fukawa

She wrote a very poetic love letter for Byakuya, and held it while going to him. But she suddenly tripped over, dropping the letter. Some mean girls read it and laughed at her. Toko ran away to bathroom and sobbed in the cabin. Mondo Owada

He and his brother Daiya were normally getting well. Soon Mondo got tired of living in Daiya's shadow. What else, Daiya was kinda overprotective of Mondo. And of course at some point they had a fight. Sakura Ogami

She participated in boxing in Martial Arts Club. Her oppotent teased and nagged her, but she tried to focus. Until the said oppotent made fun out of Aoi, which made Sakura snap and go furious. Although she won, she was still very mad that someone hurted her best friend. Leon Kuwata -He decided to start following his dream to become a musican, and went to casting for new Rock Club at school. But he did not pass, plus some idiot said he is wasting his actual talent (being a baseballist), that his trainer would be disappointed at him (trainer is an ex-baseball star), that he barely can play anything and other dumb stuff. It really pissed Leon off, and you know he is a hot-head. Celestia Ludenberg

She decided to invite her classmates for a tea party, but no one showed up. It was because people did not trust Celeste. She felt lonely, so she went to casino again… Hifumi Yamada

He was known for watching Transformer-ish and Superhero anime's, but he secretly liked Princess Piggles. Someone found Princess Piggles in Hifumi's backpack, and they bullied him. He was very embarrased yet mad at bullies. Chihiro Fujisaki

He became a target of some jocks who teased him because of looking weak and frail for a boy. He wanted to defend himself, but he felt weaker and weaker… When bullies walked away, he could not help but silently cry. Yasuhiro Hagakure

In AU he is a student in Psychology University. He had a trouble with a bully, which he owed money from. He was very paranoid of what would happen if he don't pay…

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