#sonic drabble

[myymi]

“Come on, Mangey.” Prim sighed, placing a hand on her hip as she grabbed the bridge of her nose. The mentioned fox tilted his head at the bat. “It's only three letters.”

“I thought he'd get ‘fly’ immediately.” Gnarly grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Considering that's what he does now.”

“He can say feelings just fine, but can't get fly.” Thorn mumbled, shifting slightly against Birdie. The group were relaxing in the treehouse, soaking in the warm sun.

Mangey was curled up in the newest member’s lap, a scruffy blue hedgehog with incredibly messy quills. They'd met him when the little fox had wandered off one day without letting any of them know. The hedgehog had found him asleep in a pile of mud and managed to bring him back to the group safe and sound.

“Maybe he's just not ready yet.” The hedgehog, Spirit, suggested. He was idly scratching the fox's ear, leaning against a tree. “I mean, I couldn't talk until I was thirteen.”

“Really?” Prim asked, let the hand on her nose fall to her side. “What got you talking?”

“I don't think there was a specific thing.” Spirit shrugged, “My brother and sister tried for years to get me to talk. Nothing different happened. I just couldn't talk one day and then the next it was the easiest thing in the world.”

“So you're saying we're gonna have to wait until he's thirteen for him to talk?” Gnarly asked, clearly not happy about waiting.

“Maybe. Or shorter or longer or maybe even never at all.” The teen looked down at the kit in his lap, smiling when he saw him sleepily rub his eyes. “He'll talk again when he's ready. Nothing we can do but wait.”

Mangey let out a squeaky yawn before deciding to fully curl into a ball atop the hedgehog’s lap. The soft petting made him sleepy.

Spirit smiled fondly at the kid, reaching over to grab a piece of fabric to use as a makeshift blanket.

“Guess we can't argue that.” Prim mumbled with a shrug, looking back over her shoulder. “Hangry’s been gone a while. I'm gonna go check on him.”

“I'll come with you.” Thorn decided, already on her feet before the bat could refuse her company. Prim went to question it, but stopped when she noticed Spirit was starting to drift off too.

“You come too, Gnarly.” She quietly said instead, motioning for the echidna to follow. He looked confused, but followed the girls with only a few grumbles.

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@000marie198 enjoy your fluff <3

[whotfletamothhyperfx]

do you have anymore drabbles or art of your tlou au?

“So this thing could really fly?” Tails asked kicking his legs up and down as they rested upon the plane as he sat in the cockpit. He had always wanted to sit in the cockpit of a plane. He used to dream about it so much and now he was really here. And it was a biplane as well!

“Yup” sonic muttered softly taking in the wind that was blowing on his face with a smile, in the apocalypse you didn’t really get a chance to just relax and enjoy the small things. Somehow this kid had forced him into relaxation. It was nice no matter how he would never tell the kid that.

“Where did you go in it?” Tails asked curiously putting his feet firmly down and turning the yoak a few times trying to get it to unstick from where it had been almost frozen in place.

“Anywhere that i wanted. I flew with the wind and never looked back.” Sonic said honestly remembering the wind in his fur as he flew chucks plane to every part of the world. Despite that his favourite memories were his brother and sister and uncle waiting for him when he got home.

“Do you ever miss it?” The eight year old asked curiously, tails missed when he used to be little and in the facility. When he was littler he was taken care of and not left to fend for himself. He missed having the toys all the younger kids had to share and the badly painted walls.

It had been easier

He didn’t need to worry then.

“Everyday.” Sonic said wistfully remembering soft childhood memories of running around with his brother and sister without a care in the world. Its a shame tails never got that.

“I wish i could fly a plane” tails said with a soft smile as he admired the plane that he was currently sitting in

“Really? You like planes kid?” Sonic said surprised, sure the kid had known a lot about one of the crashed airplane that they came across and could correctly identify types of helicopter bur sonic just assumed it was apart of the kids training.

“Mhm!” Tails said violently nodding his head “ wish i was born early maybe i could have flown one” tails said with a bright innocent smile. A rare occurrence that sonic enjoyed, he had to remind himself that the kid was just cargo but god he was so much more than that.

“Maybe one day we can fix up the tornado and ill teach you” sonic said simply. The tornado was broken and overgrown, but with his years of experience and tails smarts they could probably fix if up together. It would be nice to fly again, it would also be nice to show tails what it was like to fly among the clouds.

“Really?!” Tails asked excitedly looking up at the older boy with bright eyes full of stars and excitement, his tails wagging as he beamed

“Course, after we get you to that hospital we’ll come back here and ill teach you how to fly” sonic said with a smile taking one of tails hands and helping the younger boy climb out of the Bi-Plane, it was getting dark and he couldn’t risk the kid getting hurt when they were this close to their, destination

“That would be nice” tails said with a smile as he walked alongside sonic back to the house that sonic used to live in, one that used to be so lively, it would be nice to stay here once this all was over.

[jubmato]

"so... did everyone enjoy the transfem robotnik drabbles?"

"no, orpheus. only you did."

"oh. well, that was pretty much my target audience anyway."

go read my fics boy oooo you wanna go read my fics so bad 🌀🌀🌀

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

I've seen a lot of takes on what would happen if Sonic and Tails returned to West Side Island and confronted the people who were so abusive to Tails, and I had an idea for a somewhat new spin on it.

What if, now that Tails is a world famous hero, the Islanders try to try to basically gaslight him into thinking none of the abuse ever happened? They find out he's coming and they throw a big "Welcome Home" party and give him a medal and stuff, and when confronted about their treatment of him just completely deny or twist it. Like "oh yes I'm so sorry there were a couple kids who were bullies but that happens to everyone you weren't being targeted, and we tried to get them to stop it" or "we didn't know you were alone and homeless, if we knew we would have taken you in" and all sorts of garbage like that

And Tails, who's maybe a tween-young teen now, and no longer has distinct memories from that early in his life, starts to question if maybe he really was blowing things out of proportion. Maybe he really was just bullied by one or two kids, and they weren't really that bad. Maybe people didn't really chase him away and refuse to even let him go through their garbage for food. He knows he has anxiety. Maybe he was just imagining how much everyone hated him. And he almost wants to believe it, to believe that he was never truly hated.

But Sonic remembers. Sonic remembers the gang of older kids beating and violently attacking toddler aged Tails, and only stopping when he physically intervened with his own fists. He remembers questioning the townsfolk about the two-tailed fox he'd seen and being meet with sneers and complete disdain. He remembers how skinny Tails was, how his ribs were visible even through his fur and how he wolfed down the food Sonic offered him so quickly that he nearly threw it up later. He remembers how Tails flinched from any quick movement or attempt at touch. He remembers the long process of gaining the fox's trust, a process that tested his nine-year-old patience as he spent literal weeks urging Tails to come closer, keeping his hands slow and his face friendly, finally getting the fox to join him at the campfire, to walk beside him without dashing away when moved his arm too fast, and then, eventually, to let him touch him. He remembers the first few times Tails let him try to brush out his matted, dirty fur, each knot a testament to neglect, and finding scars and wounds on the skin beneath that spoke of so much abuse. He remembers realizing for the first time that normal, everyday Mobians could be just as cruel as Eggman.

Tails doesn't trust his own memory. But Sonic remembers. And Sonic is not quick to forgive.

[amongus543]

shadow isn’t a big show off guy, he’s just wants to hit harder than usually… (but always seeks your attention and possible praise, tings of annoyance when it’s dragged away from him and onto another.) he would never like anyone who’s like you, ha, what a joke! (but he always has that feeling he can’t place.) hates the way you call his hostility (jealousy) cute. what’s so cute about it? huuuh? ”hey, are you blushing?” of course he’s not. are you delusional? ”hey you totally are!” he huffs, looking away once more. he doesn’t like you, not one bit.

[kiszjuli]

9:54pm —

𓂃sweet talk ៸៸

charming!jaehyun x fem!reader. [ w.c. 1.5k ]

ᯓ★ now playing — leave the door open - silk sonic

—

the jazz bar is bathed in golden light, the warm glow flickering against polished wood and half-filled glasses. the air is thick with the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the slow, sultry wail of a saxophone. velvet curtains frame the dimly lit stage, where a woman sings in a voice so smooth it drips like honey.

you weren’t planning to stay long. just a drink, maybe two. something about the hazy atmosphere, the way the music thrums against your skin, feels dangerously intoxicating. you settle onto a barstool, trailing a finger along the rim of your glass, when you feel it—

a gaze.

you glance up, and there he is.

white button-up, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a brown vest snug against his frame. his dark hair is gelled back, but a few strands have slipped free, framing the sharp angles of his face. under the low-hanging lights, his skin glows like brushed gold, deep shadows carving into his cheekbones.

and those eyes. dark, warm, unreadable. locked on you like he’s already decided how this night will end.

you arch a brow. “see something you like?”

his lips curve up slowly. he doesn’t look away.

instead, he pushes off from where he’s leaning against the piano, making his way over with the kind of confidence that doesn’t demand attention—it simply commands it.

“maybe,” he says, voice smooth as the whiskey in his hand. he settles into the stool beside you, elbow resting on the bar, head tilting just slightly. “but i like to be sure.”

your fingers tighten around your glass, the ice shifting with a quiet clink. up close, he smells like cedarwood and a hint of something warm, something expensive.

“hm,” you hum, taking a slow sip. “what if i wasn’t interested?”

he exhales a quiet chuckle, eyes dropping to your lips before flicking back up. “then i’d have to work harder, wouldn’t i?”

the bartender slides him another drink, and he lifts it in a silent toast before taking a sip, watching you over the rim.

the music swells, the double bass thrumming deep in your chest.

he sets his glass down with a soft clink. “dance with me.”

it’s not a question.

your lips part slightly, caught somewhere between amusement and intrigue. “what makes you think i dance with strangers?”

his smirk deepens, leaning in, just enough for you to catch the rasp of his voice over the music. “jaehyun,”

grinning fully in amusement this time, you take his hand shaking it slowly. “y/n…”

he stands, smirk still plastered on his face, holding out a hand, palm up—patient, expectant.

you should say no. should laugh, shake your head, tell him you’re not that easily swayed.

but something about the way he looks at you, like he already knows your answer, makes your pulse stutter.

your fingers brush against his.

and just like that, the night takes its next breath.

—

you don’t expect the way your heart stutters when his fingers close around yours. there’s a moment, a hesitation, where you almost pull away. but instead, you let him guide you onto the dance floor, his hand firm in yours, warm against your skin.

the air is thick with the haze of smoke and whiskey, the sound of jazz curling around you like a lover’s embrace. you both step in time to the slow, steady rhythm, your body naturally swaying to the music. the world outside the bar seems to melt away, leaving just the two of you in the soft golden glow of the lights.

jaehyun doesn’t break his gaze as he leads you, eyes dark and focused. his movements are smooth, almost effortless, as though he’s done this a thousand times. you can feel the tension between you, the way your chest brushes lightly against his as you move.

“you dance well,” you say, more to break the silence than anything.

he tilts his head, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. “i could say the same about you.”

there’s something in his tone, deeper, softer, that lingers in the air between you. it’s no longer just playful, but something more, something undeniably intimate. you try to brush it off, but the way his hand settles at the small of your back, pulling you in closer, makes it hard to ignore.

“i wasn’t expecting to get pulled out onto the floor tonight,” you admit, your voice quieter now, as you let the music surround you.

jaehyun’s lips curve into a grin, and he leans in just enough for you to feel his breath against your ear. “you think i’d let you leave without dancing with me? not a chance.”

you can’t help but chuckle at his confidence, though it’s clear there’s no teasing in his words. his hand slides from your back to your waist, the touch now more possessive, but still light. it’s like he’s holding you close without actually holding you, if that makes sense. the way he moves, the way he’s so sure of everything, pulls you in deeper.

“you’re a bit bold,” you say, your heart beating a little faster now.

he leans back just enough to look at you, eyes searching yours. there’s an intensity in his gaze, something almost unreadable. “i’m not bold. i’m certain,” he replies, his voice low, steady.

you swallow, not sure what to make of the sudden shift in the atmosphere. the space between you is electric, and the moment feels like it’s teetering on the edge of something more.

“so what now?” you ask, half teasing, half uncertain.

jaehyun’s smirk is slow, deliberate, but his eyes soften. “now? we keep dancing. and if i’m lucky, i’ll get you to stay a little longer.”

the music swells, and you let yourself get lost in it, in the way his hand tightens just slightly, pulling you a fraction closer. you can feel the warmth of his body against yours, the subtle, rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. his fingers graze the side of your neck as he keeps you near, and you’re not sure if it’s the music or him, but you find yourself leaning in a little more.

his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispers, his voice almost a growl: “you’re not leaving soon, are you?”

the question hangs in the air, a challenge, a request, all wrapped in one. you meet his eyes, your pulse racing in your throat, and something inside you dares to wonder if maybe, just maybe, staying was always the plan.

well you were, but now… “no,” you reply, barely above a whisper. “i’m not.”

jaehyun’s smile is full of satisfaction as the music takes you both deeper into the night. his hold on you never wavers, and as the song carries on, you realize that nothing else matters but this moment—this stolen time under the warm, golden lights.

—

the song fades, but neither of you step away. jaehyun’s hand still rests at your waist, his touch light yet lingering, like he’s memorizing the feel of you beneath his fingertips.

your breath comes a little uneven, the space between you thick with something unspoken.

“you lead well,” you murmur, tilting your head.

jaehyun exhales a quiet chuckle, his thumb brushing faintly over your side before settling again. “you follow well.”

“you make it easy,” you admit, before you can think better of it.

his gaze flickers, something knowing glinting behind the golden glow of the bar lights. “so do you.”

you roll your eyes, but your lips curve. “do you ever stop flirting?”

his grip tightens—just briefly, just enough to make your breath catch. “why would i, when it’s working?”

your stomach flips, but you keep your expression even. “bold assumption.”

he leans in slightly, voice lower now. “am i wrong?”

your fingers brush the bar behind you, grounding yourself, because the way he’s looking at you—like he already knows your answer—has your heart racing again.

“depends,” you say, tilting your chin. “are you trying to impress me, or just entertain yourself?”

his smirk is slow, deliberate. “can’t it be both?”

you shake your head, exhaling through your nose. “you’re impossible.”

jaehyun hums, stepping back just slightly—but his hand doesn’t leave your waist. “and yet, you’re still here.”

he lets the words settle, then—softly, smoothly—says, “let me buy you another drink.”

your fingers hover over his for half a second too long.

jaehyun notices.

you sigh, shaking your head, but there’s a small smile playing at your lips. “just one.”

his grin deepens. “we’ll see.”

the bartender slides another glass in front of you, the golden liquid catching in the dim light. you take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

you had only planned to stay for a drink. maybe two.

but somehow, the night had stretched longer, weaving itself between stolen glances and lingering touches, between the rich hum of jazz and the quiet thrill of something just beginning.

and for once, you don’t mind.

—

[antirepurp]

sonic who's a bit older and a bit more mentally tired than he used to be. who's finally had some time to understand the weight of the things he does and foes he faces, who's beginning to realize the kind of shit he battles and the powers he messes with, but who actively tries not to think about it too hard. who keeps up the smile even when he's not fully feeling it that day, who's much more quiet when he's by himself than he used to be. whose appreciation of his friends grows with every passing day, who believes in them even more than he used to to the point he doesn't need to fear death (if he even did in the first place); if the world is in their hands after his passing, things will turn out alright

[comesatimecomesashadow]

shadow with his latina gf (because why not) (drabble) (reader's a mobian)

ᯓ★ . . .

thinking about shadow who gets invited over to the carne asada and is immediately overwhelmed by your curious tias and tios questioning him since you usually never bring boys over . . . . he has to be saved from your nosey cousins and relatives on multiple occasions and frankly, despite his reserved nature he quite likes the fact that you're so protective of him around your family, it makes him feel warn inside . . . . shadow who comes to love your home-cooked meals because 1. they actually make him full and 2. theyre delicious as hell. whether it be tamales, pollo asada, chilaquiles, carne con papa or literally any other dishes, he's in love with it. . . . shadow, who learns how to dance bachata impressively well (your tias are definitely raising their brows at the two of you upon seeing you dancing together) . . . if you're alt or in any alt subcultures, he definitely cheers you up if your family doesn't accept you for the way you dress or your point of views on things, he'll always be accepting of his lover even if the world is against them (we all know how hard it is to be alt in a latino family; emo latinas rise up 🙏🙏). . . . when parties reach the 2am mark, shadow and you usually either just chill on the porch/backyard together and talk or if you have a room, the two of you just go there and avoid everyone together (bcs its peak). . . . shadow gradually picks up some spanish after being with you and learns the slang relatively quickly. he sounds a bit more gruff in spanish but you think its cute when he mispronounces a word or asks you for help.

ᯓ★ . . . m.list

ok thats it guyz i have school tmr so i gotta sleep 💔

[t0rn4d0273]

Idk what happened the hyperfixation demons took over and I wrote a mini fanfiction about the asksonicverse-

We love paradox and prism <<<333

[insert super cool title here]

It was a slow day. The few questions that had shown up had been answered, and really, they were all doing nothing. So the hedgehogs all retreated, some to their tents, others to the bar, and others in the middle of the blank room, where they sat playing uno.

It was latch’s idea. He had become proficient at playing cards with himself, and it was a favorite pastime of his and his brothers back in his universe. When he wasn’t playing music or doing general latch things, he had been teaching most inhabitants of the void to play different types of card games.

“UNO!” Emerald screamed, slamming down his penultimate card, leaving one left in his hand. The circle consisted of bandi and boost (who never missed a chance to compete with the other), as well as classic, emerald and doom at his side, and of course, latch and reeves. Paradox and Prism sat just outside the circle, having stopped playing three rounds ago after everyone got absolutely demolished by classic.

After the (admittedly messy but still very successful) confession of feelings, the two had been completely inseparable, their hands always intertwined, rarely leaving each others side.

The two sat, enjoying the chaos of the uno game, hands connected and bodies pressed close. Prism leaned his head lightly on paradox’s shoulder, giggling at the yelling of the uno game as Emerald was foiled with a +4.

Paradox was unaware of this, as the only thing he could focus on was the beauty of the hedgehog sitting next to him. The way his stunning dark but still bright green eyes were barely able to hold focus, his soft blue quills and the way his cheeks puffed up when he laughed, the little flick of his ear and the adorable fidgeting of the hand not currently intertwined with his own, the soft rose blush that flushed his face as prism caught sight of paradox staring at him. A small smile spread across his face as he leaned back, tracking paradox’s eyes with his own.

Instinctively, prism leaned forward and planted a small kiss on paradox’s forehead. He returned to his sitting position, leaning against Paradox’s side, whispering, “You were staring again.” Paradox just stared at prism with a red face, ears pressed back in astonishment. Prism giggled, continuing to speak before being cut off, “you’re adorable when you’re flustered, you know that-“

Paradox quickly grabbed prisms shoulders and pulled him into their first proper kiss. It was quick and light, nervous but full of quiet, unstated love. Paradox quickly broke the kiss, face flushed, muttering a quick “sorry” before blankly focusing on the uno game (latch and boost are arguing about proper rules of uno). Prism just smiled at his side, still processing the moment. After a second, he wrapped his arms around Paradox and muttered a soft “thanks” as he buried his head in his boyfriend’s chest.

uh- everyone always tags the creator but im really scared to because they seem cool and i dont wanna disturb them but like you only live once-

@verizzafai (imsorryimsorryimsorry)

And here’s the ask blog if anyone wants to read it (HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT) @asksonicverse

[futuristichedge]

My bug if actually bug

[mohbardaweel1]

Video | The moment the occupation bombed a building in the Nuseirat camp in the middle of the Gaza Strip, this morning

[myymi]

“Look. Yer new here, I get it.” Sails grumbled, his mechanical arm resting on the hedgehog’s chest to force him to keep his distance, “But you need to learn our rules and fast.” He growled, eyes narrowing into a glare.

Sonic tried to keep his body from visibly wilting at the rejection. He wasn't used to being pushed away by his little brother, and it seemed to hurt worse the second time around.

Except they aren't his little brother, are they? Nine and Sails don't know him. They shouldn't trust him. But he needs them to. Sonic needs his brother(s?) to trust him to keep them safe, why won't they let him protect them?

That's his job, isn't it? He has to keep them safe from those who are hunting them or whatever awful thoughts are plaguing them. What good is protecting the world when he can't protect his world?

“Whaddya mean?” He decided to ask, firmly ignoring the way his voice wavered even after the fox in front of him raised a brow at it.

“I mean quit stickin’ yer nose where it don't belong.” Sonic tried to ignore the fact that only one of the pirate's ears folded down as he crossed his arms, shrinking into himself. “My tale ain't your business, so quit poking.”

“I didn't mean to offend you or anything,” Sonic said, raising his paws in surrender. He'd never want to push his brother to talk about something he didn't want to. Why didn't he just drop it? “I was just worried, y’know?”

“Don't worry over strangers, landlubber.” Sails warned, his metal arm retreating from the teens chest as he averted his gaze, “it'll only make things harder for ya.” He mumbled, almost too quiet for the other to hear.

“But you're not a stranger, Sails.” The older argued, watching the fox’s movements, “I know everything about you!”

“No, you don't.” The kit frowned, his fur bristling, “If ye did, ye wouldn't be here askin’ questions about a life that doesn't concern you.” Was the last thing he said before turning away from the hedgehog, quickly making his way to somewhere on the boat that wasn't near him.

Sonic's ears flattened against his head as he watched Sails walk away, his left paw holding his right arm in an absolute death grip. He groaned and ran his paws down his face.

This was his own fault.

He's always been one to preach about boundaries. He remembers he used to have to remind a 4 year old Tails quite often that sometimes people just didn't want to talk about or do certain things and that was okay.

So why didn't he keep his big, stupid mouth shut when he saw Sails start to pull away?

Sure, Sails wasn't technically Tails, but they had the same mannerisms. His tails twirling around themselves to appear as a single appendage, his eyes looking down to stare at his crossed arms, his fur proofing up, and his foot tapping against the ground were all signs that someone was pushing him too far. Sonic knew that, yet he wouldn't stop pushing.

Maybe it was the desperation to understand this two tailed fox. Because he wasn't his fox, but he was so close he might as well be his doppelganger. Yet the teenager didn't actually know him.

But he wanted to. He wanted to show the kit that he was the one the kid should trust. He wanted to prove to Sails that he was a free shoulder to lean on if he needed it.

A big brother who would always have his arms open, waiting to comfort the fox should he need it.

It was a need for the hedgehog. He so desperately needed his little brother to understand he was always here that he forgot that Sails wasn't his brother. Not in those blue eyes, anyway.

To Sails, Sonic was a stranger. He was just some guy they found on an island who begged to be let aboard their ship. They had only met a few hours ago.

He was, understandably, overwhelmed by the hedgehog. It seemed like the stranger knew almost everything about his life, except for one key detail; Sonic didn't exist in it.

And that's exactly what made Sonic keep pushing. He wasn't a part of Sails’ life, but he wanted to be. Because he knows what Tails’ life was like before meeting the hedgehog, and he needed to make sure Sails was safe.

Nine wasn't.

Mangey wasn't.

There had to be at least one variant of his little brother that was okay. The kid's safety couldn't only rely on Sonic, surely there had to be one of them that got off easy.

But he guesses that was just another assumption he was wrong about.

“Landlubber!” Sonic's ears twitched at that, swiveling around until they located the direction the shout came from. He turned around to see Batten flying above him.

“What’d ye say to Sails?” She asked, one hand resting on her hip as the other held the hilt of her sword. The bat nodded her head up towards the crow’s nest.

Squinting, Sonic could see Sails was leaning against the banister, his head hung low.

The hedgehog winced and rubbed the back of his neck, “I kinda pushed him about something I shouldn't have.” He admitted, ears folding down against his head. “Do you know how I can make that up to him?”

Batten’s frown deepened as she glanced up to the fox for a brief moment, “Don't do anything. He'll sort it out on his own.” She advised, lowering herself down to land beside the hedgehog. “And don't bring the topic back up again. Ever.”

“Noted.” Sonic tried to smile, but it was very obviously strained. He sighed and looked away from the fox, not wanting to be caught staring.

He wasn't used to leaving Tails alone. When the fox was upset he would always bring him a gift to make up for whatever it was he did.

But maybe it's time to stop treating these two tailed foxes like they're his little brother. It never seemed to work out in his favor.

[nixoon-again]

This was a bad idea.

Sonic usually prides himself in his chill and easy going nature and his calm demeanour, it's not really that easy to get him riled up. He doesn't like being angry either, his love for freedom includes feeling free too — not burdened down with some infuriating people and their meaningless rants or whatever engaging acts they participate in and absolutely not any of it being given more than a second long stay in his mind, no. Sonic doesn't like that. He prefers to stay clear of such things as much as he can. 

If the bulging vein on his forehead has to say anything, unfortunately, this is not one of those situations where he can just up and leave.

No because he's stuck here, forced to sit around this stupid dinner table by the absurdity of the situation. Really, how did he even get here? Why did he let it get to this point? When has Sonic ever conformed to the groundless rules of a stupid village to solve a problem before? Why was this one any different? In fact, by all logical means, Sonic shouldn't even have bothered to ask these villagers for anything at all. He should've gotten the work done and over with, giving very little — which is none — thought to the customs and formalities of these absolute nutcases.

This is Westside Island after all.

He shouldn't have expected anything else from these guys.

Sonic knows very little of what these lunatics did to Tails in his earlier years and what he does know of it already makes him want to burn the entire village down. Right now? The urge is stronger than ever.

Today he has learnt a lot more about what exactly they did to his little brother than he has in the four years of knowing and raising Tails.

The only thing keeping Sonic from lashing out right now is his little brother's small hand resting on top of his own.

He doesn't know how Tails is keeping his composure right now because Chaos knows Sonic's ever-deepening scowl is going to become something these people are always going to associate him with. The kid is acting like the constant insults and accusations don't even affect him — which is, yeah, good! They shouldn't because they're meaningless lies hurled at his way by people who don't even possess a quarter of his IQ. But this is getting out of hand and Sonic doesn't know how long he can tell himself that these words don't matter because they're not aimed at him, they're aimed at his little brother.

His little brother who just so happens to be the smartest, kindest, bravest person in the whole world. His little brother that these people abandoned as a literal baby, starving and abusing him to the point Sonic still has damage left to undo after all these years. His little brother who he will not hear any foul words about.

Tails’ grip on his hand tightens.

He must've noticed the hedgehog's quills sharpening. The kit's signalling him to calm down.

Right… He can't let his anger overcome him now. Not after they're so close to finishing their job here and going back home, hopefully never having to even look in this place's general direction again. He can't forget the actual reason he agreed to talk with these people; to get information since the duo aren't allowed to investigate the situation freely as outsiders.

Fate must really hate Sonic though because it just so happens to be that the guy who can actually give them any valuable information is someone Sonic never thought he'd ever come face to face with in a million years.

Tails’ father.

(He cringes internally, oh how wrong it feels to refer to the man as his kid's father.)

The resemblance between father and son is uncanny; no matter how much Sonic tries to tell himself this guy is just another fox, he can never convince himself as such. Not when he has the same ocean blue eyes, sparkling with wisdom and tactic. The same shade of orange fur dissolves into dark browns and blacks at the tips of his ears and between his eyes. The way he talks, the way he sits, the way he moves and the way his singular tail swishes behind him gently. His voice, his manners, his accent, his tone — it's all Tails.

It's infuriating. 

It feels unsettling.

Because this man is so unlike his little brother that he feels uneasy under his gaze, that shade of soft blue doesn't deserve to hold such contempt and malice in it. His facial features resemble Tails’ so much and yet he scowls and sneers where the kit is always laughing and smiling — the man may be related to his little brother and his little brother may have gotten his appearance from the older fox but there's definitely a stark contrast between them. The difference between one's unforgiving cruelty and the other's mellow kindness is shocking when placed side by side.

“That's the most I can tell you at this hour,” the man says as if he's granted them great knowledge when barely any of what he just said was something other than an insult directed towards Tails, “I wish I could do more to help you but as the village's rules stand, there's very little I can allow you to do here when you've brought that thing along, Mr. Hedgehog.”

For whatever reason, people on Westside Island like to tell Sonic that they would've helped him as much as they can if it wasn't for the fact that he brought his partner with him. They're so adamant that everything would've been such a streamlined process if it was only Sonic asking to investigate the village. 

As if.

He knows talking back to the man would later have Tails scolding him but the temptation is too great to not jab at the nonchalant fox, “You know, maybe you wouldn't have all these problems suddenly spiking up if you didn't treat a literal child like some thing to be disposed of.”

“I believe you don't understand our history at all.” The guy has the audacity to sigh, “Treating a curse as a child is welcoming death with open arms. In fact, I believe all these problems are suddenly spiking up because you decided to bring that freak back here.”

And oh boy, that makes Sonic’s left eye twitch in a way that gives away the fact that he's about to throw hands.

He would've too, if it weren't for the sudden surprise of Tails standing up to his father.

“I'm not a freak…” His voice is small, but so so certain and it makes Sonic's heart swell with pride. A small smile graces the hedgehog's muzzle as he gives Tails’ hand a squeeze.

Unfortunately, the moment is short lived.

Because of course Tails’ father has something to shoot them down with again.

“And is that why your mother died, Miles? Is that how you're going to kill Sonic too?”

The room goes silent.

Sonic feels Tails' vice-like grip on his hand tightens to the point it must've hurt at those words. He can feel the kit's claws through his gloves, as he holds Sonic's hand like his life depends on it.

Instinctively, Sonic turns his head just enough to take a look at the younger boy sitting to his left.

Tails has his head hanging low, his bangs cast a shadow upon his eyes but Sonic still catches sight of big, fat tears rolling down his muzzle.

And that's it.

That's the final straw.

Sonic doesn't know what overcomes him next.

His mind goes blank for a moment as his body moves on its own, taking his hand away from Tails and putting his entire weight into his fist as his curled up hand connects with the older fox's jaw with such force it knocks him out of his chair, leaving him disgracefully sprawled on the wooden floor. A pained noise escapes the man as he crashes down with the chair he's been sitting on and oh, is it music to Sonic's ears.

The older fox holds his muzzle, his glove staining red as Sonic takes a slow and calculated step forward — a dangerous aura surrounds the hedgehog, emerald green glinting with so much hatred and ill intent that it sends shivers running down the man's spine.

Sonic raises his fist again and Chaos knows he wouldn't have let the fox scramble with just a few punches, he doubts the man could even get up on his own after what Sonic wants to do to him but fate seems to be in the fox's favour as Tails grabs Sonic's upper arm and effectively pulls him back.

“Sonic, stop it!” The kit still has tears in his eyes, his voice cracks a bit but he manages to mask it well in favour of stopping his older brother from possibly committing first degree murder.

Tails drags Sonic back to his side but the hedgehog still has his murderous glare fixated on the older fox who has barely managed to even sit back up on the floor.

“That's enough, we're leaving. Come on.” Tails speaks fast, his eyes dashing between Sonic and the door as takes a big step and tries to pull his older brother with him. Except Sonic doesn't budge, still glaring down at his father who has denied to match him with one of his own. Tails looks at the hedgehog, almost pleading if it weren't for his stern tone, “Sonic.”

The addressed hedgehog opens his mouth to say something, seemingly to the older mobian but decides against it when he feels Tails pull at his hand again.

Sonic lets out a huff, brows knitting.

He disregards his anger and frustration to listen to Tails — Tails wants to leave, he's clearly too uncomfortable in here for Sonic to be pulling these stunts.

“Let's go.” Sonic says, interlocking his fingers with Tails’ as they both leave the place.

Mr. Prower thinks things would've been better if Sonic didn't bring Tails with him? If it weren't for Tails, Sonic would've made sure Tails actually didn't have a father anymore.

[teamosc4rr]

Would anyone be interested in a sonadow fic where someone (*cough cough* Amy & maybe Rouge *cough*) puts them on a snowboarding date since they both always like to skate on whatever piece of rubble they find... for some unknown reason

(Except they refuse to see it as a date)

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i wonder if sonic ever talked to shadow about what happened with other shadow...

sonics not a huge "talking about feelings" guy, but i imagine seeing shadow---even a fake version version of him---begging him for help as he deteriorates, would mess him up a bit

when the others ask where sonics been for the past few days, he brushes it off. free as the wind, remember! he does his own thing! but i dont think shadow would buy it.

he probably brashly interrogates sonic, assuming he was off being irresponsible. when sonic snaps that no one would believe him if he told them, that catches shadows attention.

he probably softens, just by a hair, and demands to know what REALLY kept him away. when sonic describes the Other world, shadow doesnt laugh, or tell him off for making up lies like sonic expected him to. and when he brings up the other maria, any trace of irritation in shadows demeanor is replaced with quiet shock.

little blurb under the cut. (i lied its like a whole ass chapter)

"...Told ya you wouldn't believe me," Sonic huffed a humorless laugh. "Chaos, it sounds even more insane when I say it out-"

"I believe you."

Sonic's hand paused where it was exasperatedly wiping down his face. Emerald eyes blinked up at Shadow, the gloved hand now hovering aimlessly in midair.

"...Huh?"

"Don't give me that idiotic look, hedgehog," Shadow seemed to snap, but his voice lacked any sharp, incriminating edge, "You're not remotely creative enough to come up with a lie that elaborate."

"There's a compliment hidden in there somewhere, I can feel it."

Shadow's round ear flicked in irritation, his eyes rolling and his shoulders heaving as he sighed. Ruby eyes closed, brows furrowed, carefully planning his next words.

"I know how you behave when you lie. This is not one of those instances."

There was silence, save for the far-off twittering of Flickies, muffled by the canopy of the forest. The sun was sinking now, casting orange flares in both hedgehogs' eyes. Sonic sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well, nothing to do about it now," he mumbled, "I'm sorry I said anything. Doesn't have anything to do with you guys-"

"You said this world seemed to be some exaggerated form of paradise for you, to some extent?"

The blue hedgehog was a bit taken aback by how calmly and objectively Shadow was going about this, but... hey, it was Shadow. He balked for a moment, stammering his explanation.

"I... I mean, I-I guess? I'm not sure how creepy button eyes is an ideal lifestyle but-"

"I'm serious, hedgehog."

Sonic sighed again, averting his eyes to the ground.

"I..." Sonic laughed shortly, devoid of warmth, and threw his hand up in surrender, "Sure, yeah. I guess that's what the thing was going for, but obviously that creepy doll hellscape thing is not my idea of paradise. But Shadow, why is this-"

"Do you think I would be happier if Maria was here?"

Sonic's heart dropped to his feet, and he felt his veins run cold. His body was still for a moment, then he shrugged. Then he started to speak. Then he cut himself off. Then he put a hand to his face and stared at the grass through his fingers. The hedgehog noted how close the toe of his shoe was to crushing a small pink flower. He took a step backwards, then looked up.

"I-I don't know, would you?"

"I'm asking you, Sonic."

The blue hedgehog gave a huff through his nose, shoulders slumping in defeat.

"I mean," he spoke quietly, digging a fang into his lip, "I guess so? I feel like it's pretty natural to wish we didn't have to lose people we care about."

Sonic's thoughts flitted to his parents. He brushed it away for now.

Shadow looked thoughtful, deadpan, brows furrowed and eyes staring vaguely at the grass in front of him. Sonic didn't know why he felt like he was poking a grizzly bear. He knew he and Shadow had a tendency to compete rather than talk, so he supposed he expected the black hedgehog to dart off or hurl a Chaos Spear at his skull.

"I don't think I would be."

Sonic blinked in surprise, the tension dropping from his shoulders from when he'd braced himself for an attack. Shadow seemed surprised at his own answer.

"As dear as Maria is to me," the hybrid continued slowly, as if his words were an elaborate chess strategy, "As much as she would've loved this planet, and you---" Sonic felt a pang in his chest. "--what's done is done. If I could speak to her one last time, I would do so in an instant. But..."

Shadow looked solemn. He sighed again.

"It would be selfish of me, to undo the permanence of death. This planet is as dangerous and ruthless as it is beautiful. If people did not have mercy on the ARK, it would be no different here. Her illness would be expedited, and there would be nothing for me to do."

"But what if--"

"The best thing that I can do for Maria is keep this planet safe in her name. That is all."

Twilight now stained the sky softly purple, the faintest glimpse of stars beginning to flicker into existence, and the sinking light cast sunken shadows on the black hedgehog's tired face. Sonic figured talking like this was a fairly herculean effort. The chilled wind softly ruffled their quills. Instinctively, Sonic wanted to lighten the mood by making a jab about Doctor Frankenstein, or Night of the Living Dead, but taking one look at Shadow's exhausted face, he knew it wasn't the time.

The silence was tenuous, both hedgehogs unsure what to do with their feelings out in the open.

Sonic thought about how wrong the Other world had been, how uncanny and fundamentally terrifying it all was. He knew that thing, the puppet made of string and buttons and false fur...it wasn't really Shadow. But it still tried to help him. It was still Shadow's voice begging him not to leave, not to do this to him, not again. He knew the pain in its expression as the little girl in the blue dress unraveled was far from fake. As much as that fake world tried to create happiness, the only real, raw thing? Had been that pain.

Deep down, Sonic thought Shadow deserved to be a bit selfish, at least in this hypothetical, fantastic situation they'd created. And Sonic had the feeling that Shadow really, really wants to be as well. But, ever the realist, he doesn't even allow himself the fantasy. At least that's Sonic's guess. Maybe he's just projecting his savior complex again.

"Race ya home, faker?"

But Sonic also knows that living in a past as painful as Shadow's can be dangerous.

"You mean my home, or the fox's lab you sleep on the floor of?" Shadow smirks challengingly.

He's watched it consume Shadow before.

"That's a low blow!"

It's probably better off for both of them to just live in the present.

"Last one to Rouge's buys drinks?"

Shadow may not have his sister with him anymore, but, maybe the new normal isn't horrible.

"Oh, you're so on! I can taste my victory Shirley Temple already!"

"A Shirley Temple, are you a child?"

Maybe this freedom is what Maria wanted for him all along.

"You're gonna be crying like one when you lose!"

Shadow hmph's with a grin as his skates spark to life, glowing even brighter beneath the now inky black sky. With no warning, he darts off, leaving billowing ripples in the grass behind him. Sonic gapes for a moment, before his mind catches up and he peels away with an eager smile.

The blue hedgehog slows up near the end of their race, if only to see Shadow's victorious expression as Rouge opens the club door.

[starg1rl-1nterlude]

Late night food run

Shadow x Reader (Platonic)

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“Shadow im hungry.” you say leaning on him during his “late night needed drives” in his motorcycle.

“I don’t know what you want me to do about it.” Shadow sneered eyeing the gas.

“Eugh you’re no help buddy 😕”

You also started to look at the gas with a knowing look that y’all were gonna have to pull into the gas station. What does the gas station also have? Food.

Looking up from the gas you saw where we stopped at. “YAYYYY!!!” you screamed getting up almost falling. Running towards the gas station Shadow pulled you back.

“Not too fast. Where’s your ‘money’” Shadow said looking you up and down. “With you of course :)!” you said in a quick moment while stealing his wallet and running into the station.

Shadow sighs just leaving you be.

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(You come back with 10 snacks and you get grounded :(