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kawaistrawberry21 · 13 hours ago

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Hi ! I'm so happy to find a blog about Saint Seiya ! Can you make headcanons of Ikki x a female reader ? They were friends when they were childrens but she see him again, after becoming a saint, at the galaxian wars ? And she does everithing she can to stop him t'il he recognize her.

MC reunites with Ikki after becoming a saint:

Hi!

Here's the headcanon you requested. I haven't had much time to write this month, so it's coming out later than I originally wanted. I hope you enjoy it in spite of everything.

Take care of yourself and have a nice day.

You were among the first to arrive in Japan, your hopes of reuniting with your old friends were high, but all the rich kid did was announce a tournament with a smile you wished you'd ripped off her face. On the day of the tournament, there were huge crowds both in the streets and in the hotels, and you couldn't deny that it was a little unhealthy, especially knowing that you had no real choice but to take part.

You looked around the arena for your friends, but although Shun was there, there was not the slightest trace of Ikki. Of course, you were relieved to find his brother - Ikki would be devastated if Shun died - but when you asked Shun about Ikki, he told you he hadn't heard from him in 6 years.

You continued to search for him with growing concern. Ikki wasn't just anyone, he was a brave, stubborn boy and he'd promised to come back alive, he couldn't betray his promise, he wasn't that kind of person. You were supposed to find yourself in Japan, if you were lucky enough to survive your training, and you did. It wasn't easy, but the idea of being able to find him one day kept you going.

Days went by without a trace of him, and doubt slowly crept into your mind. Perhaps he had succumbed… No matter how much you glanced at Shun, hope seemed to have given way to dull fear and anxiety, and you wondered if the same fear wasn't reflected in your eyes. Ikki was alive, right? He couldn't have died when you survived, not him… Ikki couldn't have died when he was already the strongest of you all.

The day of the fight between Shun and Jabu, you'd almost given up hope. Anxiety gnawed at your stomach and you felt like you were lost in a fog. It had been 5 days since the start of the competition. The idea that Ikki might have succumbed to his training on the island of the Death Queen seemed increasingly plausible to you. Hadn't Tatsumi said back then that this place was hell on earth? That no one could come back alive?

You were so worried that you didn't notice the first worrying signs. And you only turned your attention back to the fight when Shun's chains began to behave strangely. Ikki's entrance into the arena was spectacular to say the least, his cosmos burning with hatred and rage was suffocating, overwhelming.

You watched him attack his precious little brother as if he'd been a common mosquito in his path, and it was as if the ground slipped out from under your feet. Why? Nobody can change their personality so drastically for no reason. Ikki was a cheeky boy, which always got him into trouble, but above all he was protective. He was kind, and he was keen to protect those weaker than himself. He would never hurt his little brother.

You didn't have time to react; he disappeared just a few minutes after arriving, and with the armor to boot. If you don't give a damn about that piece of junk, that's not the case with the arrogant rich girl who complains and moans about it. You may feel a sense of anger towards this girl who is responsible for his suffering, but it's almost entirely overshadowed by your concern for Ikki.

But, You can't let Ikki go ahead with his plans without trying to stop him, you have to try and reason with him somehow. You leave the recovery of the armor pieces to the others and set off in search of the Phoenix.

But by the time you find him, it's already too late. You don't even know if he remembers you or recognizes you, so blinded is he by his anger. All he can talk about is revenge, and apart from the fact that he keeps telling you he's been through hell, you can't find out any more. You hear him talk about Esmeralda, who died, and his master, who didn't seem to be a child at heart. But telling you about them only seems to deepen his hatred.

You speak without being heard, as if your every word were passing through a distorting mirror. Ikki only understands what he wants to understand, or only what he can understand. He repeats that he's been through hell as if it were the only thing he knew. He attacks you as he attacked Shun, but for fear of hurting him, you don't really dare retaliate and keep trying to talk to him, sometimes a flash of lucidity seems to cross his eyes, but it's immediately replaced by a new wave of rage.

Little by little, you come to understand what he went through during his six years on the island of the Death Queen. And you better understand his reaction: no one can emerge from such an ordeal without consequences. His eyes are haunted by the violence he experienced on that island. Despite everything, your words still don't reach him. He continues to attack you, but you are saved in extremis by the intervention of the other Bronze Knights who have finished fighting the Black Knights.

With Shun's help, you continue to try to reason with Ikki, without the slightest success, and by the end of the fight you're the last one standing with Seiya and Ikki. However, you barely have time to chat with Ikki when new enemies attack and force you to separate. Between the battle against the Silver Knights and the battle against the sanctuary, you haven't managed to have a single moment to talk with Ikki.

It's not until the battle for the sanctuary is over that you finally manage to get together for a chat. At first, the situation is a little awkward. There aren't many pleasant memories of your time at the orphanage, so you don't talk about them much, or only about the few really positive ones.

You also avoid talking about what happened just after the Galaxian War, both because Ikki is still angry at himself for trying to kill you all and because you still don't know how to react to it.

Then, Ikki tells you in much greater detail about everything he's been through over the past six years, in a much more calm and collected way. You learn more about his master's violence, but also about the young Esmeralda he befriended, who died shortly before the Galaxian War. His description of his training really gives you the impression that he's been through hell on earth, even though he now sounds quite detached when he recounts it, a bit as if it wasn't him who had been through it but someone else.

He also asks you questions about everything that's happened to you in the six years you've been apart, and he listens attentively to your answers, although he looks worried when you start talking about your master.

Gradually, the atmosphere becomes more pleasant, and you stop talking about your training sessions to joke a little about the battles that have just taken place and, above all, to rave about each other's fighting techniques. You spend a long moment discussing his fight against Shaka, another listening to him talk with pride about the brave man his little brother has become, before talking about the battles you've fought.

Now you're just hoping to create new good memories together, things that will be nice to talk about years from now when you're old and don't have the energy to fight.

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kawaistrawberry21 · 15 hours ago

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“See, you DO care for me!!”

Suklha won't admit it but her hand did hurt from trying to pry open the crown.

It doesn't matter if Tripitaka stopped reciting the mantra to tighten it, theres a difference in wearing a ring thats the perfect size and one that's too tight to get rid off.

Phantom pain comes every so often to Wukong, the expectant pain of the circlet to activate whenever he plans on doing something thats right yet the monk would thought otherwise, continues to chase him.

Breaks him down enough to cry over the person he was supposedly jealous at, to know she's willing to try and alleviate his ailment despite the circlet still stuck on his head. Is a code for Wukong that maybe, theres someone out there that still cares. That would try their damn best to ease his unfortunate fears.

I should probably add- this was after Wukong started his journey and Suklha got betrayed. At first, Wukong seeks her for challenges, persistently urging to combat her. Yet this time, he's coming to her for a moment of distraction. Already fed up with the monk's oblivious attitude, he seeks shelter from his "enemy". Also this is the seed that changed his perspective of her too

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kawaistrawberry21 · 15 hours ago

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dating rockstar!luka

pairing: luka couffaine x gn!reader

tags: rockstar x fan dynamic, slowburn romance, lowkey situationship turned relationship, wholesome fluff

you've been a fan of luka and his bands way back when they were still considered a small indie band!

you've been to gigs of his back when they only had played in bars and other small venues, yet it wasn't until luka became more popular that you started dating him

you got to talk to him and a few of his band members here and there over the years, but you didn't expect them to remember you!

yet after a concert, you suddenly ended up being invited backstage, since they recognized you!

it was there that you had your first real conversation with luka, who was tuning his guitar when you entered the backstage

he greeted you with a charming smile that almost made you faint, before inviting you to sit and chat with him, while he took care of his guitar

by the end of the night, he even asked for your number and while you would've expected things to end there, he actually ended up calling you a few weeks later, inviting you to another concert of his!

once again, you ended up backstage and this time luka and you didn't just talk, but shared your first kiss as well!

after that, he kept inviting you to concerts and to join him backstage afterwards, his eyes always searching for you in the crowd while playing his songs

the two of you never quite put a label on yourselves, yet when luka got asked if he was seeing anyone during an interview on tv, he did end up admitting that there was a someone he was dating

a cute fan of his that he regularly used to hang out with after his concerts. and who he'd be seeing again the following night as well…

and that's when you realized that he was talking about you! luka had just assumed that you knew already that you and him were a thing, but when you heard it on tv, you knew for certain!

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kawaistrawberry21 · 2 days ago

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ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠 & 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

its time to celebrate their birthday, right as the clock strikes twelve.

°•☁︎content. sonic and scourge x gn!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, angst in scourge’s drabble about his past but still very fluffy, light alcohol consumption (scourge) °•☁︎warning. mentions of parental neglect/child abuse (scourge).

☂︎ wc. around 1 k each drabble, 2k combined. ☂︎ a/n. awawawa its their bday today!!! i wouldve written something for shadows “birthday” on the 19th, but i had only learned that it was his pseudo bday the day of :( ill be dropping one or two shadow fics this week tho so hopefully that makes up for it!

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!!

Sonic’s body shifts under his covers as you nudge him lightly, trying to awaken him from his slumber, with ears twitching and his mouth turning downward into a frown at the sudden disturbance. Yet his eyes open slowly and peer up at you, obviously drowsy, but he seems to recognize you even in that sleepy haze.

“Hmm? [Name]?” Sonic grumbles out, sitting up on his elbows quickly. “Why’re you in my room so late? Is something wrong?” Despite being tired still, he sits up fully, switching the lamp on beside his bed, and pushes himself towards the edge, letting his legs fall off the side. “Bad dream, huh?”

Always so alert, even after being awoken so abruptly. Such is the attitude of a hero, but you nudge his cheek affectionately with your finger and shake your head, trying to ease his worries as soon as they sprouted up.

“No? Ah, I got it,” he snaps his fingers, pointing up to you as a teasing smile grows on his face to place the frown, “you needed a sleep buddy, yeah?” He chuckles, patting the spot that's open next to him. “You know my bed is always open for you.” Sonic gives you a chuckle, giving you a toothy grin, but you shake your head again and his smile drops.

“Huh? Then what’s up?” He cocks his head to the side, looking up at you curiously with those green eyes you’ve always been so fond of. Extending your hands out briefly, you give him a signal to wait as you briskly trot out the door to fetch his surprise.

In his drowsy haze, he must’ve not noticed the clock struck twelve already, signaling that his birthday had already started. And of course, you had to be the first one to wish him such, even in the dead of night.

Using your hips, you push open the door slowly, the birthday cake slowly emitting a soft, amber light with a single birthday candle lit in the middle. Sonic’s face lights up into one of shock, his body straightening as you bring the cake over to him.

“A cake?” He asks, heads turning frantically to search for his alarm clock, seeing the red digits read out 12:23 AM. “For me? Right now?” You nod, taking a seat next to him as you hold the cake in your lap, taking note of his wagging tail underneath the sheets, and the twitching ears as you start to sing Happy Birthday softly, watching his parted lips turn into a small smile at the sound of your voice; a melody he’s always loved listening to, more than any song composed.

“Aw man, I dunno what to say…” Sonic mutters, flustered as he brushes his quills downward with a hand; a fidgeting habit you've noticed with him before, along with tapping his foot on the ground, picking at his gloves, whistling; and the like. “Thanks, [Name]. You really didn’t have to do any of this for me; honest…”

How humble. A great hero deserves a good celebration, no? Even if it’s something small like this, between the two of you. Lifting the cake off your lap, careful to avoid the flame, you hold it in front of him and give him a little nudge with your leg; a little signal.

“Oh right, my wish! Huh…” He stares into the amber light from the candle for a moment, before shutting his eyes and letting silence fill the room instead. With the way Sonic’s eyes squeeze shut and his brows furrow, he must be wishing hard tonight. But as the thought slips in, he blows out the candle, smoke emitting from the now burnt-out tip. “By the way; you didn’t get a plate, or fork, or anything.” Sonic gestures toward the cake, deciding to take a small swipe of frosting off the top and licking it off his finger. “Oh, that’s pretty nice…”

Does he want to eat it now? You tilt your head at his statement, surprised at his appetite so late at night. You were just going to stuff it in the fridge for later. Sonic usually appreciates his rest more than the average person would, so it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for him to fall asleep right after all of this, but he seems eager to spend more time with you.

“Well, uh,” He chuckles, meeting your gaze and scratching at his cheek as his ear twitches at your confusion. “having a piece of it with you right now sounds pretty nice. I mean, later on once the sun’s up, everyone's just going to celebrate like they always do.” He explains, stopping his scratching to reach over and fidget with the hem of your shirt, pulling at it as his head tilts back down to look at the cake. “But right now it’s just you and me, so…”

Look at Mr. Blue blur, thinking ahead. Time to fetch the cutlery.

And after fetching everything you need, while you slice into the cake, you can’t help but ask him an important question about tonight, customary to ask on anyone's birthday.

“My wish?” Sonic says, watching you put his slice of cake onto the plate, along with passing him a fork. “No point in telling you, 'cause then my wish won’t come true, right?” With a cheeky grin, his own laughter follows right after, but once he sees your unamused face, he clears his throat and continues. “But even if it doesn’t, it’ll be fine.”

It’s not hard to tell that his gaze is on you, even as you’re cutting the next slice to give to yourself. Not that it’s uncomfortable, since as you look up briefly to lock eyes with him, it’s so warm that it sends butterflies to your stomach, fluttering all around.

“I might already have what I wished for, anyway.”

“A cake? You got me a whole cake this fuckin’ late?” Scourge growls, rubbing his eye as he peers up at you from his spot on his bed, but being stuck with him for so long has made you accustomed to his little complaints. It’s nothing that's ever meant from true malice, anyway. “‘S like two in the mornin’.” You grin and shrug it off, sitting down next to him as you set the cake down on your lap, the candle already lit and ready to be blown out.

“Tch. Man, aren’t you stupid…” He says, staring at the lit cake more thoughtfully than he usually would, despite his harsh words directed towards you. “Even put a candle on it.” He grumbles, opening his mouth to say something else, but your soft voice breaks his words as you start to sing Happy Birthday to him. And all of that fake irritation and tenseness just melts away, fighting back a smile on your face as you watch his shoulders relax under your voice; his guard formed by his trauma just breaking away, bit by bit.

Scourge clicks his tongue once you finish singing, refusing to meet your eyes as he looks off to the side, a soft growl growing in his throat, despite not being genuine. “This is stupid…” He glances back at the amber candle, sighing. “Fine. I’ll blow it out, if it makes ya happy.”

He’s forgetting something.

“Make a wish?” His face contorts into one of skepticism. “I don’t got nuthin’ to wish for.” Scourge stares down at the lit candle, but he entertains your little demand and shuts his eyes, silent for a few moments before blowing out the candle quickly. It’s hard not to wonder what he wished for.

“A hint? The hell do I look like givin’ ya a hint?” Scourge starts, grinning at your unamused frown. Party pooper. “Doesn’t matter what I wished for anyway. I already got all I need.” Oh. Your playful demeanor drops at his little statement; coupled with the way he’s looking at you, it doesn’t take a genius to know what he’s gesturing towards.

“Quit ooglin’ at me and cut the cake.”

Now why’s he in such a hurry? You didn’t even get to tell him what else you got for tonight…

“... Holy shit, really? Champagne? This late?” Scourge grins at your mention of the alcohol. “Man, you really don’t care, huh?”

“Thanks, babe.” He mumbles, poking and picking at the cake slice with his fork, appetite seemingly missing from himself as he peers at the pieces of fruit pressed into the frosting. “Bout’ the bottle…” He gestures over to the champagne bottle, still sealed. “Just pop it open.”

You nod, rising off the bed as you take the champagne bottle by the neck, picking off some of the gold foil around the tip with your fingernail. While you pick it off, it seems that Scourge has some things to share with you.

“When my birthday used ta’ roll around back then, my old man never bothered to celebrate it.” Scourge says softly, slowly cutting a small piece off his cake slice, and watching the frosting smear onto the plate. “Used to just leave me some gift I didn’t care about. Left it by my bedside so I would see it when I woke up.” His eyes flick toward the champagne glass you’re filling for him, hearing the small fizzing emitting from the glass. “Didn’t even bother to come give it to me himself.”

Scourge never says much about his past, preferring to keep it hidden and locked away inside himself. You’ve never pushed him to tell you anything pertaining to it. Of course he tells you the important things, whether it be his past relationships or his scuffles with Sonic, but if he wanted to hide it, of course, you would respect that. But you never expected him to talk about when he was a child…

“It was always somethin’ expensive, but there was no real thought put in it.” He prods at the piece, before stabbing it onto the piece of cutlery. “I mean yeah, sure, jewels are nice, huh?” He looks over at you expectantly, and you take the bubbling champagne glass in your hand, sitting next to him. ”But when I was younger, I didn’t want any sorta jewel or whatever he put there.” His voice softened as his next words poured out, and he finally put the piece up to his mouth before speaking.

“I wanted my dad." Scourge is quick to interrupt the immediate silence that follows after. "‘Least I got somethin’ huh? Can't say that for other kids.”

Even after that, the silence between you two lingers longer than you would have wanted it to; slowly the growing tears welling up in the corners of your eyes threaten to spill out, but you pass the glass to him as nonchalantly as you could once he finishes his thought. Scourge after chewing his piece of cake takes a sip mindlessly after being given the glass, and licks his lips right after, a small yet toothy smile growing on him. “Man, this stuff's good! Must’ve gotten that real expensive stuff for tonight, huh?” He meets your gaze properly, seeing the tears well up in your eyes as you try to wipe them away without mention, and he puts his glass down wordlessly, reaching over to wipe the tears away for you.

Oddly enough, a grin grows on his face as he cups your cheeks, clearly amused by something. Is it your anguished expression? Ah, does he find that funny?

“Whatcha’ bein’ so sad for? S’ in the past for a reason, babe.” His thumb and forefinger pinches into your cheeks, pulling on them. Your eyes squeeze shut on the assault on your face, feeling more tears roll down your cheeks, and wincing as he chuckles. “Shit, I mean, it’s my birthday. You really gonna be sad today? C’mon.” Scourge finally lets go after some time, wiping your tears away from your cheeks. “Plus, the cake’s good. The hell you cryin’ about?” You giggle at his stupid reasoning of cheering you up, wiping another stray tear away with your finger.

It’s not like he’ll ever say it vocally, but Scourge really does care, and has such a nice heart.

Bringing your champagne glass up, you clink it against his wordlessly and take a sip, feeling the bubbling alcohol run down your throat, but it doesn’t feel as harsh as it normally would. Especially in this moment.

“Well shit, happy birthday to me, yeah?" Damn right.

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kawaistrawberry21 · 2 days ago

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when you have the chance and burnout stops being a bitch, can you do sonic or scourge x a mermaid girlfriend? I’m okay with both headcannons and story stuff.

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ “𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐡-𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐬”. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠 & 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

sonic and scourge have a secret mermaid lover, set right in their cove.

synopsis. sonic and scourge x gn!mermaid!reader, reader’s a little worrywart, reader might also be a little “animalistic”, teasing, smoking, fluff

☂︎ wc. around 600 each drabble. ☂︎ a/n. THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS!!!! this was super duper fun to write! i know the OG request said "girlfriend", but i found as i was writing it i hadn't mentioned pronouns at all. sorry if that's upsetting :( also sorry this took so long! i had originally made it some HC’s, but i thought some drabbles would fit better ;)

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!!

Sonic

You keep on telling Sonic not to talk with his mouth full, but he just doesn’t listen, does he? What if he chokes? Oh…

“Mmfh-” Sonic grumbles out between a mouthful of fish, waving away your concerned gesture with a small smile. Another assortment of grumbles follow, before he finally swallows his food and looks over at you with bright eyes. “Aw man, don’t worry, I’ll be fine!”

Hmph. You take a small piece of fish off the plate you two prepared for each other, popping the piece in your mouth as your tail slaps onto the shore.

After coming back from one of his adventures, Sonic had always come to visit you in your cove, always excited to see and hear what you’ve been up to in his absence, though it was never much. He was the only exciting thing in your life as of late. To lighten things up for you two, and to introduce him to your sea-like cuisine, a picnic was the only option to have, no?

He introduced you to this dish called a “chili dog”, one of, if not, his favorite dish of all time.

For good reason, too. It was delicious.

You lay your body down, resting your head in your arms as you look up at your boyfriend, watching him stuff himself silly with a chili dog he brought.

“Mmfg, [Name],” he says, muffled through his chewing, and you scowl. “Next time, let’s-” What did you just say about that?

“Ah, okay, okay! I’m sorry!” Sonic laughs, relishing at the attention you’re giving him with your tail as you splash him with small amounts of water rising to the shore, watching every small droplet cling onto his quills and seep into his fur. “Aw man, you really like to mess with me, huh?” Sonic slips the last bit of his chili dog into his mouth, stuffing his cheeks with the meal. Ah, he looks a little bit like a chipmu-

Suddenly, a burst of water hits your face harshly, and as you try to open your eyes to your assailant, he hits you again, making you utter a small stream of curses his way.

“Doesn’t feel too great, huh?” Sonic laughs, swallowing the last bit of his food as you slap your tail angrily at the shore, splashing small bits of water around. “Or maybe it does for you? Y’know, the whole mermaid gist.” This little idiot.

“Aw, c’mon, you know I’m joking.” Sonic grins, reaching over to rub your cheek affectionately as you nip at his thumb, pulling the glove aggressively. Stupid, stupid, stupid silly hedgehog…

He seems to pause, opening his mouth to say something, yet nothing comes out. Sonic’s eyes soften as you stop nipping at his thumb, curious to what he has to say.

“One day, I’ll get you out of this cove, alright? Really.” He says to you, holding your other hand in his as his thumb rubs over your fingers. “I promise. I’ll take you with me everywhere; on all sorts of adventures. You’ll be able to see all the cool things I see, and meet all kinds of people!” Your brows wrinkle, yet an unstoppable smile spreads on your face as you nod at his statement.

Oh, to get out of here, and see the world with him…

What a dream.

“I promise I’ll make that dream come true.”

Scourge

“Hey, fish-sticks.” A shiver crawls up your spine at the sudden voice, turning to see who it is, although you already know the answer. Ugh. What the hell did you tell him about that name?

“What?” Scourge sees the frown on your face and grins, sitting down at a small rock ledge as you swim your way over to him, making sure to splash some water his way to show your dissatisfaction at his late arrival.

He groans in annoyance, staring at you. “Ya don’t want me here all of a sudden?” It’s already dusk; he should’ve been here hours ago.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry ‘bout that, fish-cakes.” He mutters, shaking some water off his jacket, and wiping it off his quills. You watch him take off his red sunglasses, looking down at you curiously as you come up to the little ledge of water separating you two, flashing you that sharp, cheeky grin of his.

Ugh, this idiot…

You grumble incoherently, scratching at the rock ledge, spitting curses at him while he takes a seat, crossing his legs as he shuffles into his jacket pocket, pulling out a familiar box he’s taken out almost every time you two meet. Full of cigarettes; yuck.

“I won’t blow it yer way.” He takes a cigarette out of the pack, digging into his other pocket to pull out a small matchbox. The match strikes alight on the first swipe, and he holds the cigarette to his mouth, slowly letting it burn right at the bottom. Scourge almost dips the match into the water to extinguish it, but he catches your curious expression.

“Oh, yeah. Yer kind don't get to mess with fire.” His hand holds the lit match your way, letting you observe said flame slowly, and twisting it in between his thumb and index finger.

“Don’t know ya find this stuff interestin’. Weird one, aren’cha? You’ve seen it before already.” Despite his words, he seems pleased at your curiosity, careful not to let water drip onto it as he holds it closer. If only you could just…

“Ah,” he flinches the match back, away from your grasp, making you tilt your head in confusion. “Can’t let’cha do that.”

Why won’t he let you touch it? He always blows it out before you can grab it. You grumble, making another grabbing motion towards the lit match, accidentally splattering water over it. You let out a frustrated groan, sinking back down into the water, streams of bubbles forming around your mouth as you grumble, flicking your tail angrily.

“Tough luck, fish-sticks. Almost outta matches too.” He grins at your displeased gesture, bits of water flicking his way as he shows you the almost empty matchbox, two matches set snug against each other, then separating as he rattles it around. Scourge pauses, looking at you in silence for a few moments.

“... Maybe ya would like a candle. How bout’ that?” A candle? You turn your head at his suggestion, peering up as he draws in more smoke from his cigarette, blowing it out as he meets your eyes. “Think you’d like one, yeah? Have a little flame you can keep around.”

Your own personal fire…

You grin, setting your arms onto the ledge as you pull up, turning to tackle your boyfriend down into a soggy cuddle, tail slapping happily against the water.

“Agh-!” He scowls, the cigarette dropping out of his mouth and rolling into the water. “Damn it, fish-face. Get off me!” Scourge glares at you, but it doesn’t take a genius to notice how his hands aren’t pushing you off in any manner, and you take the golden chance to wrap your arms around him, taking extra care to not prick yourself on his quills.

“Damn, the shit I do and handle for ya. Getting my jacket all wet…”

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kawaistrawberry21 · 2 days ago

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Roller Trouble

Request: "Okay so this one is a little basic butttt can I ask for triple s and reader (could be separate or together!!) going roller skating?? But like reader slips forward and falls down on top of them? And they're all flustered"

Sonic, Silver and Shadow (Bonus: Scourge)

Pairing: Sonic x Reader; Shadow x Reader; Silver x Reader; Scourge x Reader

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Mild Suggestive Themes

Author Notes: I was really enjoying adding Scourge to my stories, I hope you don't mind me putting him as a bonus here, plus, I had a cool idea for him and couldn't leave him out. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for the request!

Sonic

He walked calmly beside you, occasionally holding your arms as you balanced on your skates. It had been a little while since you started learning to skate, and with the help of the blue hedgehog and his support, you could already go long distances on your own without his constant guidance.

At that moment, he was following a bit behind as you glided smoothly on your skates, having a great time. However, the speedy rodent had an idea that seemed brilliant.

Running up beside you, keeping pace, he flashed a small grin. "Hey, [Y/N], wanna race?" You raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I don’t know, Sonic, I’m still learning. I don’t think I can go any faster than this." "Relax, you’re already doing great, and I promise I’ll go easy on you." He gave a wide smile, positioning himself to run. "Ready? Go!"

He dashed off without even waiting for you. You could only chuckle softly—it was obvious you wouldn’t be able to keep up, but it still seemed fun. "You blue cheater." You started picking up the pace, quickly heading toward him.

Sonic stopped a little ahead, tapping his foot on the ground, his back turned to you, a smirk at the corner of his mouth as you quickly approached.

That’s when you realized you should have declined the challenge—but now it was too late. Your feet were too slippery, and your lack of practice and skill made it impossible to stop in time.

Before you knew it, you were flying straight toward the blue hedgehog. Upon impact, he let out a small grunt of pain, sending both of you crashing to the ground with a thud.

Slowly, you opened your eyes after the shock, finding yourself sprawled on top of him. His expression was surprised, his eyes wide, and it was noticeable that, beneath his fur, his cheeks were slightly flushed. But quickly after that, he flashed a more amused grin, sitting up and helping you do the same.

"Wow, I didn’t know you liked me that much." He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck, looking away for a second, making you smile a little. "Sorry, I lost control." "It’s all good. I shouldn’t have challenged you like that. Are you okay?" He scanned you for any injuries. "Yeah, my fall was cushioned..." You laughed. "Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that one. Come on, let’s practice a bit more." Helping you to your feet, he assisted you in regaining your balance. "No races this time... for now." He flashed a mischievous grin. "And try not to run me over next time."

You playfully punched his shoulder, continuing to be guided by the blue hedgehog.

Shadow

You had spent a long time begging Shadow to teach you how to skate. After all, it was incredible watching him use his Air Shoes, and you definitely wanted to replicate that.

So, after a lot of persistence, the black hedgehog finally took you out to practice skating for the first few times.

Now, it hadn’t been that long since you started, but his guidance and patience were helping you improve significantly every day. He still held your hand constantly, making sure you moved at a speed where he could intervene if you lost your balance.

Whenever you seemed like you were about to stumble, you could be sure his hands would instinctively grab your arms to steady you. However, you didn’t want to just move at slow speeds forever—you wanted to push yourself, to start skating faster.

"Shadow... Can I try going around on my own?" "No." His response was blunt. "What? But why? I can already keep my balance. I can go one lap without falling." "You need more practice. A few times aren’t enough to say you know how to skate." He remained impassive, simply guiding you while holding your hand delicately. "Pretty please?" You pouted at him, making an adorable face in an attempt to convince the tough hedgehog.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and stopped. Then, suddenly, he let go of your hand. "Fine. But if you fall, it’s your fault... Just one lap, and be careful." He crossed his arms and stood still, waiting for you to go.

With a victorious smile and sparkling eyes, you slowly started skating around the rink, gliding smoothly. Then, as you tried to turn back toward him, your body tilted to one side, making you lose balance and stumble—heading straight toward Shadow.

You were about to crash into him, instinctively curling into yourself, bracing for impact. But at the last second, before you nock him to the ground, strong arms caught you, preventing your body from hitting the floor. Instead, you landed on something soft, followed by the muffled sound of a grunt.

Trembling slightly, you opened your eyes to find Shadow beneath you, his eyes narrowed, brows furrowed. He blinked once, then twice, before you quickly sat up in front of him, checking if he was hurt.

"Shadow, damn, I’m sorry! You saved me from a nasty fall." You said, holding one of his hands. With the other, he scratched the back of his neck before smoothing down his quills to keep them from getting messy.

Then, he looked into your eyes. You were surprised to find shock in his expression, along with a faint blush spreading across his entire face. He stayed frozen for a few seconds, as if putting the pieces together. Quickly, his gaze dropped to your hand in his, and he cleared his throat, looking away.

"Tsk... I told you that you needed more practice..." Even though he refused to look at you, the deep blush beneath his fur was painfully obvious.

"Sorry, I should’ve listened to you. I won’t try skating alone again without your help."

Shadow stood up, helping you to do the same. "It’s fine... I shouldn’t have let you go off on your own in the first place." Despite his firm words, you noticed his crimson eyes scanning you for any injuries. Finding none, he let out a relieved sigh, the redness on his face fading slightly.

"Can we keep practicing?" You asked hopefully. Shadow thought for a second. "I suppose we can stay a little longer... But I’m keeping an eye on you. I don’t want to see you falling again."

Shadow would never admit this to anyone, but just the thought of you getting hurt was enough to make his whole body tense—and turn him 200% more protective of you.

Silver

When you mentioned your interest in roller skating, Silver's expression lit up completely as his mind filled with ideas of all the quality time you could spend together while he taught you.

Silver wasn’t that skilled, but he was more experienced than you, so for now, he calmly skated alongside you, carefully holding your elbow and making sure not to make you fall.

"Very nice! You’re learning really fast. At this rate, you’ll be doing tricks in no time." He chuckled.

"Well, it’s all thanks to the best skating teacher I’ve ever had." You shot him a warm smile.

And so, the two of you kept gliding smoothly along the ground, going around the skating rink together.

"How about a break now? Let’s go back and sit for a bit, then we can continue later." He suggested, lightly tugging your arm so you could return to the bench in the park and rest for a while.

However, as you both moved, Silver accidentally pulled you a little too fast, making you lose balance and control, which in turn made you pull him back unintentionally, causing him to lose his footing on his skates as well.

"Oh man…" He muttered.

In the end, everything happened so quickly. You ended up bumping into him just as he was trying to steady you, and both of you came crashing to the ground with a loud thud. When you opened your eyes from the shock, you noticed something incredibly soft beneath you. That’s when you realized that your cheek was resting against something warm and fluffy, and as soon as it hit you that it was Silver’s chest fur, you quickly pulled away, lifting your face and looking down, only to find a completely frozen Silver.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly ajar, and he was panting softly from the surprise. Beneath his fur, a deep red blush was unmistakably visible.

"T-this isn’t… I mean— I didn’t mean to… uh…" He stammered, his words tumbling out before completely failing him. "Sorry… I-I couldn’t catch you. I should’ve used my powers…" He averted his gaze, covering his muzzle with his hand, trying to hide the bright flush on his face, a single drop of sweat rolling down his forehead fur.

"Silver… it wasn’t your fault…" You gently cupped his cheek with your palm, making him look at you. "I didn’t get hurt because of you. Thank you."

It was clear that your words only made him even redder.

"Y-you’re welcome… I think."

"Come on, let’s go sit on the bench and take a breather." You knelt on the ground, holding his hand to help him stand up and regain his balance. Then, he also helped you, guiding you back to the safety of the bench with even more care than before.

Scourge (BONUS)

He wasn’t particularly into skating or anything similar, but still, he liked to tag along just to tease you and laugh whenever you took a fall—after all, you were still learning how to skate.

At that moment, you were slowly circling around the park, practicing your balance, while Scourge sat cross-legged on the grass, simply watching from a distance. And surprisingly, he was silent.

That is, until he sighed, stood up, and walked toward you, matching your slow pace.

"Ey, princess, how ‘bout we spice things up a lil’ and you pull off some real tricks on that ramp?"

You could only narrow your eyes at him.

"You just want to see me fall so you can laugh. I’m not bringing you next time I come to practice." You turned your gaze away from him, focusing on the path ahead.

"Wow, real cold. Don’t tell me ya actually scared of a lil’ ol’ trick like that? Thought ya had guts." He smirked, his usual cocky grin plastered on his face.

You tried to ignore him, focusing solely on your path ahead. Falling for his games was definitely not in your best interest. However…

"Aight, fine—this is borin’. Never skated a day in my life, but I already know I’d be ten times slicker and way more fearless than you, no contest."

It was an obvious taunt, given the way he stared at you, and there was no way you were letting that slide. Huffing loudly, you pushed yourself forward, skating faster toward the ramp.

Gaining speed, going up was easy, but the real problem came after. Your lack of skill in tricks made it impossible to land properly, and before you knew it, you were speeding straight toward Scourge, completely out of control.

The last thing you saw before impact was his rare expression of shock—right before crashing straight into him, making him grunt in pain.

And just like that, you found yourself lying on top of him.

The most surprising thing, though… As you looked at his face, while he scratched the back of his neck with his eyes closed, was the small blush dusting his cheeks beneath his fur. You stared at him, mesmerized by that tiny sign of embarrassment, watching as he remained like that for a few seconds. It was even noticeable when he swallowed dryly.

But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, he masked it away, his face shifting back into a playful grin.

"Damn, that was one helluva strike, huh, babe?" He chuckled lowly. "Tch, ya coulda at least asked me out before damn near flattenin’ me like that."

You raised an eyebrow at him. His flustered look was too good to last, after all. So, without bothering to humor him, you simply tried to push yourself up and get back to training.

However, the moment you tried to move away, two strong hands gripped your waist, holding you firmly in place against him.

"Feelin’ nice and cozy up there? ‘Cause I gotta say—I’m sittin’ real pretty right now."

In the end, the tables turned, and now you were the one blushing like a tomato, gritting your teeth and averting your gaze while he laughed in amusement.

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kawaistrawberry21 · 2 days ago

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Roller Trouble

Sonic, Silver and Shadow (Bonus: Scourge)

Pairing: Sonic x Reader; Shadow x Reader; Silver x Reader; Scourge x Reader

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Mild Suggestive Themes

Sonic

At that moment, he was following a bit behind as you glided smoothly on your skates, having a great time. However, the speedy rodent had an idea that seemed brilliant.

Sonic stopped a little ahead, tapping his foot on the ground, his back turned to you, a smirk at the corner of his mouth as you quickly approached.

That’s when you realized you should have declined the challenge—but now it was too late. Your feet were too slippery, and your lack of practice and skill made it impossible to stop in time.

Before you knew it, you were flying straight toward the blue hedgehog. Upon impact, he let out a small grunt of pain, sending both of you crashing to the ground with a thud.

You playfully punched his shoulder, continuing to be guided by the blue hedgehog.

Shadow

You had spent a long time begging Shadow to teach you how to skate. After all, it was incredible watching him use his Air Shoes, and you definitely wanted to replicate that.

So, after a lot of persistence, the black hedgehog finally took you out to practice skating for the first few times.

"Tsk... I told you that you needed more practice..." Even though he refused to look at you, the deep blush beneath his fur was painfully obvious.

"Sorry, I should’ve listened to you. I won’t try skating alone again without your help."

"Can we keep practicing?" You asked hopefully. Shadow thought for a second. "I suppose we can stay a little longer... But I’m keeping an eye on you. I don’t want to see you falling again."

Shadow would never admit this to anyone, but just the thought of you getting hurt was enough to make his whole body tense—and turn him 200% more protective of you.

Silver

When you mentioned your interest in roller skating, Silver's expression lit up completely as his mind filled with ideas of all the quality time you could spend together while he taught you.

Silver wasn’t that skilled, but he was more experienced than you, so for now, he calmly skated alongside you, carefully holding your elbow and making sure not to make you fall.

"Very nice! You’re learning really fast. At this rate, you’ll be doing tricks in no time." He chuckled.

"Well, it’s all thanks to the best skating teacher I’ve ever had." You shot him a warm smile.

And so, the two of you kept gliding smoothly along the ground, going around the skating rink together.

"How about a break now? Let’s go back and sit for a bit, then we can continue later." He suggested, lightly tugging your arm so you could return to the bench in the park and rest for a while.

"Oh man…" He muttered.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly ajar, and he was panting softly from the surprise. Beneath his fur, a deep red blush was unmistakably visible.

"Silver… it wasn’t your fault…" You gently cupped his cheek with your palm, making him look at you. "I didn’t get hurt because of you. Thank you."

It was clear that your words only made him even redder.

"Y-you’re welcome… I think."

Scourge (BONUS)

He wasn’t particularly into skating or anything similar, but still, he liked to tag along just to tease you and laugh whenever you took a fall—after all, you were still learning how to skate.

At that moment, you were slowly circling around the park, practicing your balance, while Scourge sat cross-legged on the grass, simply watching from a distance. And surprisingly, he was silent.

That is, until he sighed, stood up, and walked toward you, matching your slow pace.

"Ey, princess, how ‘bout we spice things up a lil’ and you pull off some real tricks on that ramp?"

You could only narrow your eyes at him.

"You just want to see me fall so you can laugh. I’m not bringing you next time I come to practice." You turned your gaze away from him, focusing on the path ahead.

"Wow, real cold. Don’t tell me ya actually scared of a lil’ ol’ trick like that? Thought ya had guts." He smirked, his usual cocky grin plastered on his face.

You tried to ignore him, focusing solely on your path ahead. Falling for his games was definitely not in your best interest. However…

"Aight, fine—this is borin’. Never skated a day in my life, but I already know I’d be ten times slicker and way more fearless than you, no contest."

It was an obvious taunt, given the way he stared at you, and there was no way you were letting that slide. Huffing loudly, you pushed yourself forward, skating faster toward the ramp.

The last thing you saw before impact was his rare expression of shock—right before crashing straight into him, making him grunt in pain.

And just like that, you found yourself lying on top of him.

But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, he masked it away, his face shifting back into a playful grin.

"Damn, that was one helluva strike, huh, babe?" He chuckled lowly. "Tch, ya coulda at least asked me out before damn near flattenin’ me like that."

You raised an eyebrow at him. His flustered look was too good to last, after all. So, without bothering to humor him, you simply tried to push yourself up and get back to training.

However, the moment you tried to move away, two strong hands gripped your waist, holding you firmly in place against him.

"Feelin’ nice and cozy up there? ‘Cause I gotta say—I’m sittin’ real pretty right now."

In the end, the tables turned, and now you were the one blushing like a tomato, gritting your teeth and averting your gaze while he laughed in amusement.

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kawaistrawberry21 · 2 days ago

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{Birthday Event!}

A cute little event for Birthdays || Just a few simple headcanons to celebrate these special days.

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↬[Fandom(s)]•⊰ {Obey Me! || Moriarty the Patriot || Jujutsu Kaisen || Bungou Stray Dogs || Love and deepscapce + YOU }࿐

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╰┈➤Likes/Reblogs are appreciated࿐

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⇒ [Y/N]: Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

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⇒ [Obey me!]

Lucifer || Mammon || Leviathan || Satan || Asmodeus || Beelzebub || Belphegor || Diavolo || Barbatos || Simeon || Solomon || Mephistopheles

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⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs]

Atsushi Nakajima || Dazai Osamu || Chuuya Nakahara || Akutagawa Ryunosuke || Fyodor Dostoevsky || Nikolai Gogol || Tetchou Suehiro || Jouno Saigiku || Mori Ougai || Fukuzawa Yukichi || Oda Sakunosuke

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⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen]

Yuji Itadori || Megumi Fushiguro || Gojo Satoru || Nanami Kento || Inumaki Toge || Geto Suguru

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⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot]

William Moriarty || Albert Moriarty || Louis Moriarty || Sebastian Moran || Sherlock Holmes || John Watson

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⇒ [Love and deepspace]

Sylus || Zayne

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kawaistrawberry21 · 2 days ago

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Don’t have much to post so will be posting some sketches I made this week

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kawaistrawberry21 · 3 days ago

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transparent children (´⌣`ʃƪ)

originals

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kawaistrawberry21 · 3 days ago

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If you can, could I have some headcanons for Ben Prime?? Just something sweet and platonic, like surprising him on his birthday when everyone else was busy?? Please??

I know that you said headcanons, but I wrote a fic. (*Cough cough* Totally not making up for the fact that I totally forgot my own boyfriend's birthday.)

Surprise

Platonic! Ben Prime x Childhood Friend! Reader | reader's gender is not mentioned.

It didn’t snow all that often in Bellwood, and when it did, it wasn’t that much. In fact, Ben can only barely remember the last time it did. He had to have been in kindergarten- maybe first grade. There wasn’t even enough snow on the ground to make a snowball, and yet school was canceled because everyone panicked. This time, however, everything seemed at peace and it was even less than last time. A little too peaceful to not hurt. He’d woken up to a few ‘happy birthday’ texts, texted one back to Gwen, and then went about the day.

Anyone who could have known when his special day was, was busy or off planet, leaving the hero to spend the day alone. Which was a bit weird, his mom and dad always made sure they had the day free so they could do something special, but this time they were busy. That was fine, he understood, they’ll probably do something to make up for tomorrow or in a few days. It seemed like the universe decided to give him a break though, on solo patrol all day with no action. It was great that no one was at risk for getting hurt, but it left him itching to do something.

Ben ended patrol early, figuring that if something happened he’d be alerted. He bought himself a smoothie, full price as Mr. Smoothies had stopped doing half off for birthdays deal when too many people found out and took advantage of it. He was probably the only person there seeing as how only he would be buying a smoothie in cold weather- but he did go back to his car and sit with the heater on. Everyday he was on his toes, something always seemed to happen, leading him to forget just how lonely it is. On any other day it would have been a godsend, but today he was supposed to be celebrated… That isn’t egotistical, right?

Secretly, he hoped it was all staged, that he’d suddenly have Gwen and Kevin pop up as a surprise for both his and Gwen's birthday, but finals were next week and they were probably way too busy for that. Ben has never been a social media or mobile game person- if you ignore the sumo slammer’s mobile game he’s played through at least five times already- but he keeps his phone open. Waiting for anything at all.

It must have been intuition because another text notification popped up. It was you, a longtime friend- since as long as he could remember really. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a happy birthday or anything. You had shared your location with him. By nature, he assumed the worst, had someone targeted you? Were you in trouble?

He opened up the GPS on his phone and was guided to… the Bellwood soccer fields. The grass was wet and covered with a thin layer of slushy snow. He got out, noticing you in the middle of the empty field. You hadn’t ever been one to like soccer, but there you were, with a ball on your hip. “Hey Tennyson! Happy Birthday you goober!” You say, tossing him the ball when he got close enough. He catches it with ease, a smile spreading quickly.

“Goober? You haven’t called me that since freshman year!” he says, joining you in the middle of the field. You only shrug as he looks around at the empty fields. It was bone cold, and one of your biggest things you would fight over when you were kids is just how boring you found sports to be. “You don’t even know how to play- and it’s freezing.” He watches you shrug.

“When has the cold ever bothered me? Plus, when we were in fifth grade you promised me that you would teach me how to play. Today's the day to make good on that promise.”

Even in the cold the two of you were dripping with sweat, laughing as the sun made its descent known. The round pink mark partially on his nose bridge and forehead making you burst out laughing every time you tried to regain composure. After hours of practice and explaining, you had eventually caught on enough to 1v1. You played many times over, your longtime friend and birthday boy winning all of them, but this time he ended up with a ball to the face. It stung a little bit, but he didn’t mind- in his own fit of laughter at your wheezing and snorting laughter.

Eventually, your laughter died down and he was able to peel you from the ground. You began to dig through your bag, pulling out two small presents. One was a green wrapped box the size of a deck of cards and then a gift box with a sparkly silver bow on top. “Here, it’s not much but it’s all I could afford right now. I’ll make it up to you later. Promise.” You say as you hand it to him. He shakes his head.

“Nah, don't worry about it. I had a lot of fun today.”

He had offered you a ride home, but you insisted that you had to walk- something about getting steps in. The moment he closes himself in his car again, he looks down at the presents. The gift box had ‘open me first!’ written on the top. Of course he did. Pulling off the lid, he was first greeted with a note. ‘Remember this? You forgot it and I kept it all this time, but I thought you should have it.’ Looking past it is a picture frame made out of popsicle sticks, decorated with glitter glue, stickers, googly eyes, and elbow macaroni.

The frame itself held a single photo your mom had taken, the reason behind the nickname. The two of you at age five, napping on your bed. His mouth was wide open, with a large pool of drool under his head, soaking into one of your pillows. He remembers you waking him up, and when he sat a thick string of drool was attached to his face and the pillow- And henceforth he was referred to as Goob or Goober… until alien stuff started to take over. There it was. In his chest begins to bubble up the regret. He missed this, you, all of his other friends.

He misses soccer games and birthday parties, going to the local arcade after school and blowing that last of his allowance. He misses when everyone had so little going on that they remembered his birthday.

But, at least he had you.

Placing the box on the passenger's seat, he tears into the golden wrapping paper of the other present. “Wait- no way.” It was a set of Sumo Slammers cards, first edition that were only sold in japan. Judging by the fact that they still had the plastic wrapping on them, they had never been opened. A short and astonished laugh leaves him, almost involuntarily. How did you get these? How did you afford these? No collector in their right mind would sell them for any reasonable price.

He did one more round of patrolling before deciding to call it quits. By that time the sun had already gone down, so the drive home was dark. Pulling into the driveway next to his parents car, but the lights were off. If they’re home then it’s around the time dinner was usually made and nowhere near the time they went to bed, why would the lights be out?

Cautiously, he got out of his car and made his way to the front door. Something just… felt off about this. Maybe the universe hadn’t actually given him a break for his birthday at all. He swears if someone got his mom and dad involved again- The front door wasn’t unlocked, so with a quick turn of the handle he bursts into the dark living room. His face is illuminated by the Omnitrix's roster for a split second as he opens it, the lights flip on with a loud shout of “Surprise!” His eyes widen, as he’s frozen, about to slam his hand down on the Omnitrix.

You, his Mom and Dad were standing in the decorated living room. Streamers hung from the ceiling, on the wall over the couch was a banner reading ‘Happy birthday Ben!’ with a bunch of his favorite snacks and a cake decorated in various shades of green. He blinks rapidly, looking over the room and everybody there. A smile slowly splits his face as his mother pulls him into a tight hug. Of course they hadn’t forgotten, it all made sense now. Why you had him out at the soccer fields all day.

Surprise party.

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kawaistrawberry21 · 3 days ago

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Bocca della Verità

PAIRING: Belle x Male Reader (Familia) (Angst)

SUMMARY: Wise and Belle finally have the talk with (Y/N) about their secrecy.

Eous waited patiently in the corner of the room; next to the hdd system to be exact. There stood Wise, Belle, and (Y/N) around the couch. The former two closer to each other. The tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.

(Y/N) stared at his older sister and brother, clutching his arm with his other. His eyes held a blank stare. And his face devoid of any emotion. He was closed off, simply put.

Wise didn’t look any better, the only difference being that he wasn’t as obviously depressed. The situation didn’t help either of them; his eyes were evident of that. His bags under them finally making a reappearance.

Belle held a forced smile on her face. Trying to inch the two of them closer, but to no avail. Neither budged. Not out of a sense of pettiness. They simply didn’t feel like moving closer.

Eous walked up to the group, a tray with three cups of water in his hands. They all, though clearly uncomfortable, sat down on the couch. (Y/N) in the middle with Belle on his right and Wise on his left.

“So…,” Belle trailed off, sweating pinballs. “Uh…about…Phaethon.” Wise took a deep breath and gently held his younger brother’s hand.

“We’re sorry.” He put it plain and simple. Trying to look into his brother’s eyes. (Y/N) turned away from him, staring at Belle instead. The latter gulped silently, her hands shaking ever so slightly.

“Why didn’t you tell me.” (Y/N) asked her. And for a moment Belle thought she was back in time. To Old Eridu. Where he was wide eyed and happily clinging onto his sister. His eyes now held that same innocence, only they bear a great sorrow in them. She guiltily looked down at her hands.

“We didn’t want you to get involved; we were worried that you couldn’t handle it. Proxy work is dangerous, illegal, and you were so young—,”

“So were you.” He cut her off. They had maintained eye contact through that exchange, and (Y/N)’s eyes were close to filling up with tears. “What would I have done if you were both arrested? Or died? Living on knowing that I knew nothing of my only family.”

Wise squeezed (Y/N)’s hand, using his other to make his brother look at him. “There’s no excuse for what we did. We got involved in so much at a young age. And we should’ve told you much sooner. It…it just became so much easier to put it off. To avoid the problem. To avoid the inevitable.”

“How long have you both been doing this?” (Y/N) asked Wise.

“For some years now. A lot of years.”

“How can I trust that this isn’t the only secret? What illegal activities did you do? What kind of commissions?”

Belle stood up immediately and grasped her little brother’s shoulders, looking him dead in the eyes. “We never stepped over the line; everything we did was innocent. Helping someone get lost objects. Rescuing people stuck in hollows. We would never hurt someone else intentionally. Much less put your own life at risk.”

(Y/N) removed Belle and Wises tight grasp, standing up. He walked toward the hdd system where he stared at “Fairy”. Their helpful a.i. He frowned. His face slowly becoming more and more visibly enraged.

“You’re both so damn patronizing! Protecting me…saying I wouldn’t be able to handle it! As if that was ever on your mind. I know this is all for some petty revenge. Because of some stupid teacher? Your trust in me is so little you’d keep a secret for almost a decade…to a teacher.” Every word he said was clearly laced with venom.

“She wasn’t just a teacher.” Wise said firmly, now scowling at his brother. The two stood looking at each other, the distance between them being a symbol of their trust. Belle stood between the two, still trying to play peace maker.

“She really wasn’t just a teacher, (Y/N).” Belle said to him softly.

He smiled, half his face illuminated by the led light emitting from the screens. He looked at Belle and Wise. His eyes holding a new glow to them.

“Then what was she?”

Neither of the two spoke. And (Y/N) laughed. Loudly. “You can’t even say it.”

“It’s not for the reasons you think! We just…need to prove her innocence more than anything. That’s why we’re the proxies that we are.” Belle interjected.

“So, it’s safe to assume the others know? The Cunning Hares. Belobog Industries. Victoria Housekeeping. The list goes on and on.”

His face contorted into a crestfallen smile. Now he was crying.

“Was I the last to know? Was I so unimportant that everyone could just forget about me and keep everything hush-hush.” His voice made his words nearly impossible to understand, the tears clouding his mind.

Wise and Belle walked up to (Y/N) slowly and hugged him.

“You were the last the know. And we’re so sorry.” Belle said, crying herself.

“We’d never considered you unimportant. We love you. And we’re sorry we hurt you with our lies and secrets.” Wise said, crying as well.

Reluctantly, (Y/N) hugged them back.

…

“I still love you too.”

- Fin

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