#Lon chat

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Happy IWD don’t be like Gideon

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Mae: "I'm cold."

Vernestra: "Here, take my jacket."

Osha: "I'm cold too."

Qimir: "What? [Taking off his jacket] I told you to bring more layers, but of course, you didn't listen. [Piling scarves on her] Now look, I've got to make sure you don't freeze to death. [Taking somebody else's hat] How long have you been cold? You should've said something sooner!"

Jecki: "I'm cold."

Yord: "Well, gee Jecki, I don't control the weather."

[nomattertheoceans]

Would you mind expanding on the comment about Qimir being reluctant to strike down Jecki? I didn’t pick up on that myself so I’m just curious (from the post about Sol and Qimir)

Hi!! Of course I can explain what I meant 😁

So, here's how I interpreted things going down in that episode (sorry no gifs as I am getting ready for work so I don't have time, I'll try to explain as best I can without visual aid ^^). Sorry this got kind of long!!

Episode 5 starts, and Osha wakes up to a dead Jedi. She then watches as the masked figure we know to be Qimir fights head on three master Jedis at the same time, and wins rather easily against them. We see how deadly he is very early on.

His primary goal of the whole sequence is to get to Mae and kill her for her betrayal. If anything, I think the Jedi are anecdotal to him, they're in the way of his goal and he doesn't hesitate to kill them but they're not why he's here.

Then comes the fight with Jecki.

His actions with Jecki are way less deadly. And I'm not saying she's not fighting well because she is!! We saw her overpower Mae after all, she's definitely a strong Jedi and the duel between her and Qimir is intense!!

Their first spat ends with him kicking her in the stomach to throw her away and get to Mae. He even turns off his lightsaber because that's how little of a threat he considers Jecki to be (after all, the only one to actually overpower him at any point is Sol). He taunts Mae about Jecki being more loyal than she ever was and doesn't attack Jecki again until she comes back into the fight. If his goal was simply to kill all the Jedis that stand in his way, he would have killed her while she was on the ground like he tried to do to Yord earlier (when Osha stops him with her gun, you know?)

So anyway Jecki attacks again, she fights him with the two lightsabers (insanely good fight by the way omggggg) and Mae takes this time to try and run away. And when she does, Qimir just.... leaves the fights 😂 He breaks one of Jecki's sabers to distract her and then he's just gone!! he could not give less of a fuck lmao but again, he could have finished her off before going and he doesn't.

So, up until then I think you could interpret his actions as just caring more about killing Mae, but I think what comes after is the kicker.

When Jecki breaks his helmet and she sees his face, he reveals his second saber and she is dead in seconds. As he says after : "they see my face, they die."

The other Jedis he killed quite easily, they were an obstacle and he destroyed them. But for Jecki, he waited until he had what he considers to be no choice until he killed her. There's a clear difference.

And also there's a last detail that makes me think his perceived aloofness around her death is merely a facade.

He mentions Jecki three times to other people. Once to Mae when he still has his helmet, and twice to Sol when he just killed her.

"she's a loyal pupil"

"was that its name?"

"you brought her here"

Why would he suddenly use "it" to refer to her when he doesn't do it before or after? I argue that it's him dealing with his anger at having to have killed her. She forced him to reveal his face and I think he's trying to appear more monstrous than life by dehumanizing her in that moment, trying to make it seem like he was always going to kill her without a second thought (that shrug he does omg??). But we know he didn't actually kill her without a second thought or she'd have been dead when he disarmed her the first time.

The only thing that differentiates Jecki from the other Jedis is the fact that she's still a Padawan, so that's why I interpreted his reluctance to kill her as maybe a way to show us that he's reluctant to kill padawans in general, probably due to his own past.

I could obviously be wrong about all this! But that's how I interpreted his actions, anyway.

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Submitted Prompt: A wish for Solitude

This is the accessible version of this prompt.

The special-text version can be found here.

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Hi Rjalker, I'm kinda back! So after who knows how long since I wrote my prompt about Serrah, and the show's ending of the fifth season being a dumpster fire like always (actually, even worse than usual, I seriously miss the finales like the ones of the first and second seasons), I decided to write this because... something. I myself aren't sure, but I guess I will just write something different than cosmic entities trying to fix the universe (or doom it because their existence requires the universe's own oblivion) because I'm not planning to rewrite the entire plot of this idiotic show.

I will be honest and say that this is a completely new territory for me, so if you spot mistakes and see something that needs to be changed, please do so.

So, have fun?

Occurs after Strikeback (season 4 finale).

My try at an Akumanette prompt.

Pronouns: lon/lones/lones/loneself (same as she/her/hers/herself)

TW: mention of sexual harassment, and a character experiencing touch revulsion

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It was so hard.

It was so hard for her.

Marinette thought as time kept moving too fast, yet it felt like everything was crawling to a halt.

Everything was becoming too hard, too difficult, too unbearable.

It was so painful, dealing with it. Being Marinette. Being Ladybug. Being the Guardian.

"Marinette, how did you forget to go to our planned party?"

Because Ladybug's job is too important than Marinette.

"Marinette, is there something bothering you? I heard you've been skipping classes."

Forgive me mama, papa, I can't schedule for when an Akuma strikes. That's the sacrifice I must make.

"Marinette, cheer up! We will defeat Hawkmoth in the end!"

Yes, Tikki, in the end. And what about my life?

"Marinette, I know that Chloe is a bit too much but..."

I know, Ms. Bustier, I must forgive her, for I am Marinette and I am nice, forgiving, no matter how many times I and others get hurt by her.

"Meowch Bugaboo! You know that you always have me!"

Leave me alone. Don't call me by that. Don't come closer to me. Don't flirt with me. Don't touch me. Don't try to kiss me. Leave. Me. Alone!

"You still are in denial about Adrien, Marinette?"

I didn't want this, Alya. Your question isn't funny. I don't love this. I don't want these feelings. I hate them. I despise them. They were why I lost the other kwamies. Love only hurt me.

"You must be responsible, Marinette!"

It's difficult to be responsible. It hurts to be responsible. I don't like this. It's so painful. So suffocating. So tiring. So dark. So cruel. I don't want more even if I have to take more. I want to be alone. I want to be left alone. Alone. Only alone. No one to nag on me about something. No one to have me deal with their problems. No one to guilt trip me and shame me for not doing what they want.

I want to be alone, with only myself being the only company I need.

"Hello, Solitude. I am Hawkmoth. I will give you the power to be alone, free from responsibility, at the price of giving me the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculouses."

It was so wrong to accept. She knew it. It would be admitting defeat, admitting that evil had won in a way. But why bother? She was so tired. So exhausted of fighting, fighting when everything she tried to do backfired on her.

What's the worst to happen if the accepted? Surely, Alya and that harasser Chat Noir can deal with it. They seemed to never run into real problems or face truly permanant consequences.

Oh how jealous she was.

"Yes, Hawkmoth."

And Marinette ceased to be. ---- When lon opened lones eyes, Solitude felt it, the desire burning from lones being.

"I want to be alone. I don't want anyone else with me."

That was it. Simple, yet clear. To be alone on lones own. Lon only wanted to be alone with loneself. No one to bother lones with anything.

No responsibility, no demands, nothing but simple, and sweet solitude.

Yet it just wasn't so easy.

"What is this?" lones expression looked repulsed.

Something was wrong, something was feeling off.

Solitude's body felt something uncomfortable, disgusting, hateful.

Something that just felt like something was touching lones body. Something that just refused to leave lones alone.

What is this? Lones body feels heavy. Breathing and moving feels difficult.

Nothing was touching Solitude, yet the feeling only grew stronger, the repulsion and hate for this thing that was seemingly crawling all over lones, seemingly invading lones blood and skin only continued.

Solitude hated this. It felt so wrong, so awful, so utterly-

"Marinette!"

A voice screamed as lon saw... a girl closing towards lones. Rose? That was her name, right?

Immediately, lon jumped away, as if burned by her presence, almost screaming and attacking her and the others that came alongside her.

How dare they come so close? How dare they call lones Marinette? How dare they try to touch lones?

"Leave me alone!"

Solitude ignored their pleas to come, to wait for Ladybug to help her, to fix her, to heal her.

There's nothing to heal or fix. Nothing wrong with Solitude. Solitude isn't Marinette. There's no need for Ladybug to heal lones.

The awful feeling seemed to diminish, it wasn't as bad as before. So this sensation of pure disgust relates to lones presence with others? Or when others enter lones comfort zone without permission?

Solitude felt that this was the correct answer.

Then, Solitude might go to a place far away. ---- Lon was on the top of the Eiffel tower for nearly half an hour now.

It was a calm area, and there was no one around lones from what Solitude can feel.

Yet...

The sensation of something surrounding lones body still persisted.

Solitude couldn't comprehend it. Nor did lon like it one bit.

What's going on? Why doesn't this feeling leave lones alone?

Lon could feel it, something was seemingly demanding for lones to do something. Something that Solitude doesn't want to do, and it is getting almost physically painful to deal with.

What is this? Why is this happening? Solitude wanted to be alone. Is that really so much? What is causing this? Who? Why?

Lon would like it if they stop continuously touching and crawling all over lones bod-

"Hello, mademoiselle!"

A voice that feels extremely, horribly familiar resounds, and Solitude feels all sensations go overdrive.

Chat Noir was so close-

So close, too close, that repulsive smirk, that leering look, that uncaring posture, too dirty, too repulsive, too hateful.

Lon hates it. Hates him. Hates that person. He will touch me, he will ignore my boundaries, he will torment me, will not leave me alone.

For just a moment, Marinette's memories resurfaced, and nothing but pure rage and hatred consumed lon vision.

A blast of pure, unbridled energy of repulsion and exclusion consumed the part of the Eiffel tower they were in, practically erasing it from existence, and that hero harasser being thrown away, far away so he couldn't violate lones boundaries anymore.

Solitude's body shook from the sheer disgust lon felt, lones mind already making possible connections to why lon felt so much worse with that guy around.

"Is it because Marinette suffered the most due to him?" Solitude thought in rage.

Is that why? It made sense, right?

But before lon could fully calm down, the sensation returned once more.

Why? Why? Why don't they leave lones alone!?

"Good job, Solitude! You've lured Chat Noir! Now go and take away his miraculous and Ladybug's!"

Lones heart raced with pure rage as Solitude felt the connection linking lones with Hawkmoth.

It's this guy...

Lones eyes seemed to look somewhere, what Solitude felt to be Hawkmoth's direction.

This guy was who was crawling over lones body using that link...

Hate and energy, already twisted due to the corrupted magic, twisted even further as it followed Solitude's desires.

If only he didn't exist... if only he and Chat Noir didn't exist...

Then Solitude would be already happy, alone with nothing bothering lones...

Solitude must destroy them first... And make sure not even a shadow of them remains...

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End?

Or at least until I might write a sequel.

Hope you liked it.

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I Won't Call It Love, Part 2

Find Part 1 here! written for the rowaelin yulemas swap 2024 for @shyvioletcat :))

Word count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy & hormones

Enjoy!!

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“Alright.” The doctor tapped away on her laptop for a minute. “Okay, I let the receptionist know that you’ll want to come back in about a week. I tentatively have you down for next Thursday at 10, but you can chat with reception if that time doesn’t work.” 

“Okay.” Calm enough to release her hands, Aelin cleared her throat. “I have a couple of questions for right now, if that’s okay?” 

“Absolutely.” Dr. Towers turned to fully face her. 

Aelin swallowed the lump in her throat. “How…how is this possible?” She twisted the ring around her right forefinger. “I thought I’d been diagnosed with infertility.” 

The doctor nodded slowly. “Well, there’s always a tiny bit of a chance. In your case, you have somewhere around a two percent chance of conceiving naturally, and it seems like that little window lined up just right.” 

“I…oh.” Aelin blinked slowly. “Okay.” On instinct, one hand went to her low belly, fingertips carefully resting atop the skin. “Gods. This is a lot to process.” 

“Of course.” Dr. Towers closed her laptop and rolled back her stool. “Take some time, Aelin. We’ll see you again in about a week, okay?” 

“Sounds good.” Aelin pushed herself up onto her feet and went out to the reception desk, where she confirmed the follow-up appointment for the next week. She went out to her car and just sat there for a while, music playing in the background, staring blankly at the landscaped shrubs in front of her. 

A baby. 

It might make her crazy, but somewhere deep down in her heart, Aelin knew she couldn’t give up this chance. She’d seen glimpses of the devastation her parents hid from her, flickers of their sadness the few times she had asked for a baby sister when she was a child. As she grew older and began to navigate her own fertility problems, she faced the reality that even if she fell in love with someone who she wanted to have a family with, it might not be possible. 

She couldn’t bear to give up the chance now that she had it. 

Her hand hovered over her phone, eventually withdrawing. She had to get home first, get herself to a familiar place where she could break down if the call didn’t go the way she hoped it would. So she finally left the clinic parking lot and drove back home, and once she was inside and wrapped in cozy sweats and a blanket, she tapped Rowan’s contact. 

He picked up on the second ring. “Hey, Fireheart. What’s up?” 

“Rowan, I…” Aelin swallowed the tangle of words. “We need to talk. Can you come over?” 

“Yeah.” Something rustled on his end of the call. “Want me to come over now? I can be there in fifteen minutes.” 

“Okay.” Her voice was small, soft. 

He paused, and she sensed the questions brewing in his mind. “Aelin…are you okay?” 

She let out a shaky breath. “I’ve had a wild day, Ro, and I’m overwhelmed.”

“I’ll be there soon.” Reassurance coated his words. “Do you need to stay on the phone?” 

“I’ll be okay.” She clung to the warmth of his voice. “Drive safe, buzzard.” 

She was still in the same position on her couch fifteen minutes later when her doorbell rang, and it took her some effort to get up and go let her boyfriend in. 

Worry creased his forehead, and he hesitantly reached out and slid his arms around her. “Hey, it’s just me.” 

The tears she’d been holding back broke free and spilled down her cheeks as she melted into his arms. He lifted her off her feet and carried her down to the living room and settled onto the couch, pulling her into his lap. She clung to his solid strength, willing her voice not to shake as she finally lifted her head off his shoulder, met his worried eyes, and whispered, “I’m pregnant.” 

A thousand shades of shock crossed his face. “Aelin…”

Her breath shuddered out. “I saw my doctor today and the test was so positive.” A shaky inhale. “Rowan, I—I haven’t been with anyone else in a long time.” 

Slowly, he nodded, one hand lifting to her face to brush the tears off her cheeks. “It’s okay, Fireheart. We’re gonna be okay.” He swallowed thickly. “Do you know if you want this?” 

“I definitely do.” She surprised herself at how fast her answer came. “I’m seeing my doctor again next week; she gave me some time to think about it. But Ro…I didn’t think I’d get this chance this soon.” She sniffled. “I’m gonna blame you for having magical fucking sperm.” 

That brought a husky laugh out of both of them. A smile curved Rowan’s lips. “You’re sure, then? Because if you want this—if you want our baby—I’m here for you.” 

Tears sprang to Aelin’s eyes again. “I’m sure, Ro. I want this. With you.” She wiped her eyes on her sleeve. “Can you come to the doctor with me next week?” 

~

Aelin touched the curve of her stomach, still not quite used to the feeling of her body stretching and constantly changing even after six months of pregnancy. Since she found out and had her first ultrasound, which put her at around ten weeks, everything had been going fairly smoothly, except for her fucking hormones making her cry every five seconds. Around a month ago, she’d finally worked up the balls to ask Rowan to move in. He’d been nothing but committed to her and Baby Bean, and it was time to stop dancing around the question. 

It was time to stop pretending she could keep anything about him casual. 

“Aelin Galathynius?” The voice broke through her thoughts. 

She stood up, pressing a fist to the small of her back. “Hi. That’s me.” 

“Follow me.” The woman dressed in gray scrubs led Aelin and Rowan down a hallway and into a softly-lit ultrasound room. “Go ahead and get yourself comfortable, Miss Aelin. I’ll be back shortly to get the scan started.” 

Rowan settled into a chair and set Aelin’s coat and shoulder bag on the chair next to him. “Ready to see the baby again?” 

“Yeah.” She smiled as she got herself settled on the exam bed, touching the swell of her belly and feeling the flutter of tiny kicks. “She’s excited to show herself off too.” 

“She?” Rowan raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t we finding out the sex today?” 

Aelin chuckled. “I just have a feeling.” 

The ultrasound tech came back into the room and explained the anatomy scan before telling Aelin to tuck her shirt up. She squeezed gel onto Aelin’s belly and pressed the probe against the skin, scanning, and static flickered on the screen before resolving into a beautifully clear image of the baby, little legs and arms waving. “Baby’s in a good position today,” the tech murmured, clicking away at the keyboard. She took a whole bunch of images, checking baby’s measurements and nodding as she went. “Did you want to know the sex?” 

“Yes.” 

She moved the probe around, and a warm smile lit up her face. “Congratulations! You’re having a girl.” 

Aelin beamed. “I knew it!” Just as quickly, a shade darkened her eyes, but she shook it away. “Get ready for all the cutest little dresses in the world to show up at our house, Ro.” 

“Already ordered her first tutu,” he teased, reaching over to squeeze Aelin’s hand. 

The exam finished up, and after a brief chat with Dr. Towers, Aelin and Rowan left the clinic with a roll of ultrasound images. Aelin was quiet during the drive home, and Rowan noticed but didn’t say anything until they were home. 

“Everything alright?” he asked as he went to put the new ultrasounds up on the fridge. 

“Just thinking.” She took a box of pretzel crisps out of the pantry. “Processing. I’m so excited for our daughter, but…” She shook her head. “Never mind. It’s stupid.” 

“Hey.” He passed her the jar of tzatziki dip she kept in the fridge for her cravings. “It’s not stupid, love.” 

She sighed. “What if she grows up and hates me, Ro?” Tears clouded her vision. “I don’t want to fail her like that.” 

“Fireheart,” he whispered, coming to slide his arms around her, “she won’t.” 

“How do you know?” She sniffled, helpless. “I don’t want to repeat everything my mom did.” 

“You won’t.” He kissed the top of her head. “This worry—the want you have to show our daughter unconditional love—that’s why. She’s always going to know that her mama loves her. Always.” 

Aelin flicked away a stray tear. “I hope so.” 

“I know so.” Rowan cupped her chin in one hand. “Just like I love you, Ae.” 

Her tears crested again. “You can’t be all sweet to a hormonal pregnant lady, buzzard. I’m turning into a mess.” Rising onto her tiptoes, she turned and kissed him. “I love you too.” 

~

“Buzzard.” Aelin poked her boyfriend’s ribs, but he didn’t budge. “Wake up, Ro.” 

He shifted, mumbling incoherently, so she poked him again. His eyes cracked open. “Mornin’, Fireheart. What time is it?” 

She glanced at the clock. “A little after five.” 

“So early,” he mumbled. “You okay?” 

“I—shit.” A contraction gripped her, and she bent over. “Contractions, Ro.” 

He was out of bed in seconds, hurrying to throw on sweatpants and a shirt. “Is it time?” 

Catching her breath, she nodded. “I think so.” She rubbed her stomach. “You ready, baby girl? Mama and Daddy have been waiting for you.” 

“Looks like the inducing worked.” Rowan shot her a devious little wink, and she shook her head and tossed a pillow towards him. He caught it with a smirk. “Bags are already in the car, love.” 

“I know.” She’d packed her hospital bags a few weeks ago and kept them in the back of her car. “Ready, buzzard?” 

“I am.” He slipped his hand into hers. “Let’s go meet our girl.” 

In a hazy blur of hours, they were in the delivery room. Aelin took every contraction in stride, breathing and changing positions and squeezing the fuck out of Rowan’s hands. As soon as she could, she got an epidural, and she was able to rest for a while before her doctor helped her up and told her it was time to push. 

“Nine…ten! Good job, Aelin!” Dr. Towers called. Aelin heaved a breath, her hair sticking to her forehead, and braced herself. “Okay, ready? Push!” 

Aelin strained, gripping the bed frame one one side and Rowan’s hand on the other, and in a blur of noise, a baby’s wail broke through the room. 

“Meet your daughter,” Dr. Towers said, and she laid the squirming baby girl on the blankets spread across Aelin’s chest. 

“Hi, little love,” Aelin breathed, cradling her tiny girl against her chest. “I…oh gods. I can’t believe how gorgeous you are.” Tears spilled down her cheeks as she turned her head to Rowan, who stared wide-eyed at their daughter. “She’s beautiful.” 

“She’s…gods…she…” Rowan coughed. “Fuck. Marry me, Aelin.” 

Laughter bubbled up out of her throat. “How about you try that again when I’m not a hormonal mess, Rowan?” 

“Yeah.” He rubbed his hands down his face, tears tracking down his cheeks. “I have no idea why that slipped out.” 

Aelin couldn’t help herself. “You know what didn’t slip out? You.” 

There was a moment of silence, and then laughter bounced off the walls. 

“Damn right,” Rowan chuckled. He reached over and laid a gentle hand atop their baby girl’s back. “Look what we did, though.” 

“I know.” Aelin traced the curve of her daughter’s tiny nose. “She’s perfect.” 

A little while later, after Baby Girl had been weighed and measured and cleaned up and was wrapped in a cozy blanket and snuggled into her mother’s arms, a nurse came over to Aelin and Rowan. “Do you have a name picked out?” 

“We do.” Aelin met Rowan’s eyes, and he winked. “Alanna Evalin Whitethorn.” 

His jaw went slack. “You…really?”

She nodded. “If I’m getting your last name, so does our daughter.” 

“I love you,” he choked out. 

Aelin smiled. “We love you too.”

~~~

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Teasingly

Sniper x f!reader x Spy

Light daddy kink, teasing, light knife play (sniper), handcuffs, eating out 🫶 scout is lightly mentioned

You were wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top.. since the New Mexico weather was so unforgiving that day. You chatted with Scout as Sniper sat next to you and Spy stood against the counter behind him. “An’ then I came up behind him and bam! Frickin’ knocked him out cold!”

You leaned against your arm, pushing your chest together slightly and unconsciously.

“Oh really?~ that sounds so cool, Jeremy.” Your voice was sultry as you admired his story. Sniper let out a low chuckle as he sipped his coffee. “what did you do after that?” You looked at Scout with half lidded eyes. Spy scoffed and bit onto the end of his cigarette.

Scout looked at you with wide eyes. A faint blush tickling his ears and cheeks as he did a little chuckle. His gaze moving immediately to your exposed cleavage before he answered “I uh, I actually gotta go! Just remember I got uh, this thing.. with the doc” he stayed silent to assess his story before speaking again “yeah that’s it.”

You cooed and pouted “Really? Oh that’s poor.. I was really enjoying your story.” You straightened your posture and leaned your cheek against your first.

He leaned his body slightly forward “Yeah,maybe another time!” Then he waved and ran to his room.

Sniper set down his cup and got up. Snaking his hands behind your waist. His dipped into your neck and began slowly kissing it. Spy moved forward some to enjoy the show before him

“You’re wrong for that, love.” His voice was low as he mumbled against your skin. You could feel his cock growing behind you as your leaned into his touch and let your hand rest on the back of his neck

“What did I do, daddy?”

Sniper damn near growled and bit down onto your neck with a scowl across his face and his eyebrows furrowed. You moaned quietly and bit down onto your lip.

Spy leaned against the table and put his cigarette out “I think you know what you did, Mon ange” he always started using French when he was getting in the mood. He moved up to kiss your lips, you furrowed your eyebrows and moaned into the kiss as Sniper continued kissing and biting your neck. Spy pulled away and spoke “I suggest we go somewhere more.. private” Sniper nodded and let go of your waist. The three of you walked to Spy’s smoking room. He unlocked the door and pushed it open as you walked in, the two men following after you. Spy guided you to sit onto the red velvet chair he had in the room and sat in front of you , Sniper dimmed the lights some before walking over and taking a seat in front of you on his knees with Spy. The two men spread your legs with ease. Sniper undoes your shorts and pulls them off. They both notice a slight wet spot and smirk

“What? Were ya’ planning this, roo?” You only cover your face in embarrassment and peaked as spy took his mask off. Then, pulled his gloves off with his teeth.

God, he was so much hotter without that pesky mask

Spy then took his ungloved hand and pressed two fingers gently against your clothed pussy. You bit the back of your knuckle as he teased you, arching your back against his touch. He lowered his head down slightly and lapped at your cunt through your panties for a moment. Little sighs leaving your chest as you grinded against his tongue. Sniper nudged him over slightly and lifted your legs to take your panties off and tossed them somewhere unknown behind him. They both put each of your legs over the arms of the chair. Your pussy on full display for them. Sniper took his glasses and hat off as he licked his lips and dived in to lick your hole teasingly, his prominent nose pressing against your clit deliciously. Your hands reached for his hair as his tongue dragged up to your clit and he began sucking lon it, gently circling it with his tongue. His eye meeting your until you sighed and shut them with a smile plastered across your face. Spy took two fingers and gently pressed them against your soaked entrance, pushing them in and curled them against your walls. You moaned at the feeling of the combined pleasures. Your senses quickly becoming overloaded by them men.

“Sniper, look at her.” Spy took his free hand and pointed unapologetically at you, then letting his hand fall into your thigh and rub your hips gently up and down. Sniper mumbled against your clit “Such a pretty girl.” He said before going back to his task. His stubble tickling your skin lightly. Spy’s pace became faster as he sunk his fingers deeper inside of you. “Do you like that, mon amour?”

You nodded vigorously as you bit you lip and continued your grip on snipers hair, tugging slightly. He must have liked it considering his pace had quick. Relentlessly lapping at your clit now. Your moans flooded the room as your orgasm built up “fuck fuck! I’m so- I’m so close-“ you moaned and grinned against the feeling, trying quicken the orgasm you chased. The men quickened to a rapid pace as your legs shook slightly at the feeling. Your vision went blank as you screwed your eyes shut, clenching around Spy’s fingers as your orgasm ripped through you. You relaxed into the chair, Spy and Sniper pulled away and wiped his face. Now they switched places. Your eyes widened at the sight “what are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?” Sniper shot back with a condescending glare. Spy began to teasingly lap at your pussy and Sniper pressed two of his bigger fingers into your cunt. Scissoring you open as he vigorously pumped into your sensitive hole, your body spasming at the feeling. “You look good like this, Sheila.” He nudged Spy and he nodded. Eyebrows furrowed and grey hairs sticking to his forehead.

Another orgasm fast approaching as Sniper bit at your thighs. Your hands gripped Spy’s hair and fucked yourself on his tongue. “I’m.. gonna cum- oh god!!” Spy pulled away when you said that. You whined “please. Please.. I was so close!”

“Yes I know.” Spy stood up and lifted you onto his lap as he sat on the chair you were once on. “But I don’t recall giving you permission to the first time, did I?” One of his hands was sitting on the middle of your back to hold you in place.

Your eyes widened. “N..no you didn’t..” you hid your face in embarrassment. “mauvaise fille.” A hard smack came across your ass, leaving a red mark and a painfully delicious sting with it behind. Sniper wiped his face and leaned against the chair as be watched your reddened face. Another smack fell onto your red bottom. “What do we say, mon chéri?” His clothed erection pressing against your tummy

You bit your lip in anticipation for the next slap

“P-please, I.. I’m sorry” You mumbled

Sniper kneeled down to you “What was that, doll? Daddy didn’t quite hear ya’”

Another smack fell harder this time and you yelped. If it wasn’t for his hand on your back you surely would’ve jumped up.

“I said! I’m sorry! I.. i didn’t know!” Tears began to fall down your cheek. Smudging your mascara slightly. Sniper smirked and stood up. He slipped to the other side of the chair and slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt humming as he did so. Watching your body tense at the sudden sensation You moaned against his touch. Your vision was going white before once again, it was ripped from right under you. Spy kissed you some but pulled away to speak

“Sniper, take her.”

Sniper stood in front of Spy and held his arms out for your body as Spy stood up and handed you to him as if you weighed nothing to them. Sniper hooked his arms under your legs and you wrapped your around his neck. Your wet pussy pressing against his clothed erection as you whimpered at the feeling, leaving a wet spot on his pants. He pushed a door in the smoking room open, it led to a smaller room with a bed in it. He laid you down and Spy followed through the door, locking it and setting the key on a nearby table.

Spy opened a draw and took out a blindfold, Sniper took a bowie knife out of the other. It seems they’ve done this before, huh?

Your eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna hurtcha’, I promise” his gloved hand came to your chin and lifted it slightly as he planted a kiss onto your lips. You only nodded and say there. Spy had disappeared, that was until he appeared behind you and tugged at the blindfold.

“What is your safe word, amour?”

You hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Uh.. panini” you said, unsure if any other word to use.

The men only chuckled “good choice” Sniper mocked as he kissed at your neck, Spy doing the same. The knife Sniper held was begging ran up and down your body, leaving small scratches as it tickled you. You shivered at the feeling, moaning under your breath. Sniper bit your ear “you like that, roo?” You nodded vigorously

“Good girl.” He said then continued to trace the knife up your body. Spy broke his kisses into sucking, leaving small hickeys on your neck and collarbone. Spy pulled away and grabbed a small pair of handcuffs. He handed them to you “would you like this?” You nodded

Spy smirked and began cuffing your hands tightly behind your back.

They both pulled away and laid you down gently, then stripped themselves of their clothing. “Would you like to go first, Mick?” Spy asked.

Sniper nodded “of course.” He said and sat between your legs. His hard cock lying gently against your clit. You wiggled your hips in an attempt to coax him into just fucking you already. He chuckled as he admired your soaked pussy.. then, took his cock into his hand and slid the tip up and down your folds slowly before sinking his tip into your hole. He leaned over you and sunk deeper a moan leaving you both as he easily bottomed out due to your slickness. He grabbed your legs and put them onto his shoulders, he took slow drags as Spy watched from the side. Stroking himself slowly in time with Snipers thrusts. He pulled all the way out and waited for a moment before slamming back into your cunt, his cock kissing your cervix. Your back arched at the feeling. His groans were low and heavy as he pounded into your pussy. “You feel good, Sheila. “ his grip on your hips became rougher and tighter as he chased his orgasm. Spy moved to your mouth, tapping your shoulder gently as his cock pressed against your cheek “May I?”

You nodded and moaned as Sniper fucked into you. You opened your mouth and let Spy slide his cock into your throat.

You gagged slightly as he began thrusting into your throat. The salty taste of his precum coating your tongue. The men chased their orgasm as they roughly fucked into your body. “God, roo. I’m gonna cum..” you moaned around Spy’s cock, sending a shiver down his spine as his groans left his throat freely “yes me too..” your head was reeling as the men used your body

“Can I cum in ya’, babe?” He cooed

You nodded the best you could around Spy’s cock. He pulled out and began pumping himself “Beg him for it, y/n.”

“Oh fuck! Please Mick! Please fill me with your cum! Oh, I want it so bad!!”

“Oh doll, of course, anything for you.”

Spy pumped himself more and more until his orgasm approached and he came onto your face, your mouth hung open to catch any of his cum on your tongue. Sniper growled as he thrusted deep inside of you and came into your abused cunt. Both of the men groaning as they looked at the scene they had made of you.

You all took a minute to catch your breath before Sniper spoke again

“Next time, don’t tease us please, babe.” He nuzzled into your shoulder as Spy rubbed your head gently sweeping you hair out of your face

Ps. Panini is a real safe word I used with my ex, he was such a lucky man.🥳

[wildshona]

Ok so I have left you alone with my tales of me having fun for a while so here is update one. As you know it was Richard's birthday on Saturday and we went to the theatre.

So Sunday we invited him over for an early dinner. He arrived at 5.30 and we chatted and drank until 7 and then had dinner. Zoe was at Toni's having a princess sleepover so there was me, Chris, Amelia and Richard.

Dinner was nice. Brisket of beef in a red wine sauce, lon stemmed broccoli in garlic, long beans, carrots and leek mash, and good bordeaux.

Then it was relaxing. Letting the food settle and a nice sense of contentment that was ideal for me to go down on my knees in front of Richard, take his cock out and get him nice and hard while Chris pulled Amelia's skirt up for a little feel until he puhed her down so that she could mirror what i was doing.

I mean so Richard is 71 so he takes a bit of work to get hard after he has been drinking even though he has taken the blue pill. But i don't mind working hard and you get there eventually and then it is a question of climbing on. He was sitting on the couch still dressed and i was riding him and i have to admit his belt wasnt very comfortable but the nipple pinching was driving my wild and i was ruining his trousers with my own juices.

Chris had Amelia on the floor by now. He hadn't undressed either and Amelia just had her dress up round her waist. I don't think she had been wearing knickers. I obviously wasn't.It's Spring - why do I need knickers?

Anyway it wasn't too long before Richsrd's cum was filling me up. Not a lot of it but his cum is really thick. and i sort of collapsed on him for a while before i did the good girl thing and cleaned him up - with my mouth obviously and then we sat and watched Chris and Amelia. It was like being at the theatre again except Richard II wasn't quite like this.

I must say that Amelia moans and makes sex noises far more than she use to but then Chris is good at what he does. He finally came in her when he had her on her hands and knees. She cums more easily than she used to too.

Until the Ostara party she had never fucked in front of another man but she didn't complain at doing it in front of Richard.

When Richard had finished he pulled Amelia's dress bodice down (it was strapless) and pulled her tits out.

Go and give Richard a birthday drink, he said.

I must admit i enjoyed watching Richard drink milk from Amelia's tits which had me wanting some too. Richard on one tit and me on the other and Amelia cumming cos of how sensitive her nipples are.

Great fun.

Richard enjoyed his birthday I think. I know I enjoyed his birthday. After he had gone Amelia, Chris and I went to bed together and I went down on Amelis - seemed only fair cosidering she had let me milk her.

[luckyloops]

Just in time for Cora week, look at this wonderful commission from @themetalhiro of Corazon and my OP oc, Mila! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

It’s absolutely adorable, thank you! ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

[thewoodshungers-if]

Holiday Special 2024

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and happy new years!! I know that I'm not really consistent with updates, and I'm thankful that you guys are still around, even just to chat and/or see how I'm doing.

I got myself a desk now, so I should be able to work more consistently on my IFs! Hopefully an update in 2025.

Now the special: ROs reaction to being snowed in with you (crushing stage).

there is only 1 bed 👀 + it's fcking cold 🤤 = you have to cuddle, with details.

Viel:

He would try his best to get the fire going as much as possible, might even consider stripping the furniture inside the cabin for firewood if you didn't stop him (or you can also burn the wooden chair together with him, if you'd like).

Would hesitate to join you in bed 'to keep the fire going', but would give in quickly if you admitted that you're still feeling cold. He buried his head into your shoulders, one hand thrown over your stomach as you laid on your back.

"I'm not worried that you're cold. I'm worried that we'll get cold. Do you understand the difference here? Now help me snap this chair leg-"

...

You ruffled his hair and he grumbled, pulling you closer, "What? You're still cold? You're so spoiled for a so-called knight..."

Nora:

Her first worry: Her body's normal temperature is ice cold, and cuddling her would be like cuddling a block of ice. You would have to argue with her for quite a long time to convince her to just share the bed with you to keep warm.

Would melt under your touch the moment you pull her under the covers. She couldn't help but stare at you as you lay face-to-face under the covers, fingers intertwined, your gesture more than enough to keep her warm from the inside.

"I won't die if I didn't sleep for one, cold, night. You on the hand, might just die as a block of ice. Well, yes, I could feel the cold just the same- That's not my point-"

...

She pulled your hands towards her, blowing warm air onto your fingers with puppy-dog eyes full of worry, "Your fingers are so cold, are you sure you'll be alright? I hate this... I couldn't even warm you up..."

Ylfa:

Could barely contain her giddiness at the thought of spending the night with you, just the two of you lmao. Would think up so many games to play with you for the night, but the moment she saw how cold you were, all of it would be forgotten.

Would have the initiative to pull you under the covers, pulling you close so that she's pressed against your back. Her thumb drew circles on your arms, a soft hum of an ancient lullaby lingering as you drifted to sleep.

"What?? You're cold? Why don't you say so? Our games can wait-"

...

She rested her forehead against your back, "Don't forget, you owe me a game night- Hm? No, I meant just the two of us... "

Aen'frie:

Would wonder if it was a good time to try to trick you into their schemes in exchange for keeping you warm. That thought was thrown out the window the moment the word 'cold' left your mouth, and would get flustered at the thought of actually sharing the bed with you to keep warm.

Would be worried they'll accidentally impale you with their horns, but when you threw your arm around them and pulled them close to you, they blanked out.

"What do you say I keep you warm, and in exchange, you'll give- You're cold? You want to share the bed with me? No! I mean, of course, but my horns- And you-"

...

They kept your hands between theirs as they played with your fingers, drifting off to sleep, "You're so warm... I wish we could sleep like this every night... "

The Cook:

Would miraculously find an alcohol flask (for drinking) hanging from his toolbelt 😭. They would share it with you, heavy blanket thrown over your bodies to keep warm. But the fun and rowdiness would trickle away when it was actually time to sleep, and they'll feel self-concious all of sudden.

He would feel all warm and comfy at first, arms around you with your back against their chest, but if you kept moving around and if they're awake for long enough, their mind would veer into the gutter (sorry MC).

"The party has only started! Now let's- What? The flask is already empty? You wanted to sleep now? Together? I... Uh, no, I don't have a problem with that..."

...

Their hands found your hips, pinning you to the bed to keep you from moving around, "Fuck... I'm begging you here. Stop moving around. Why, you ask? It's... It's annoying, I can't sleep like this. Now stay still."

Caine:

Would be more worried that you'll feel obligated to stand and keep watch of him in the cold. He resorted to fussing over you and making sure you're warm, throwing the blanket around you and checking if your fingers were cold.

He laid on his back, pulling you closer until your head is resting on his shoulders, one of his arms around your waist. Would quickly regret the position though, since you might feel his abnormally fast heartbeat.

"We can share the bed- Would that be uncomfortable for you? I don't want my knight to be sick, you understand? Now keep yourself warm-"

...

His free hand found yours, checking to see if you're still cold, "How are you feeling? Me? I feel warm with you here- My heartbeat?? No, you're imagining it, this rate is normal for me-"

Also see:

ROs reaction to 'there is only one bed'

ROs big spoon / little spoon preference

Thank you for following the development of The Woods Hungers!

[wayfayrr]

🍞 anon here!

So — I accidentally came across one of those realistic cake videos. With that, why not a reader that could create realistic cakes. (*￣∇￣)ノ

The chain could be settling down at Lon Lon Ranch or Legend's home. They could be out because of news of monsters with black blood, so the reader stayed behind for their safety.

When they returned, Reader checked up on them, being sweet and eventually offering cake that they made while they're out. They agreed, a little snack sounds good, and it's kind of the reader to make something for them —

Proceeds to cut out a chunk of the kitchen counter and hands one of them a plate.

>=<=>=<

"Wha — huh?! (@_@)"

"It's cake :)"

"But, that — it was a —"

"Cake :)"

"I — thank you..."

"..."

"Wait — MY CHAIR?!?"

"Cake :)"

>=<=>=<

If you can't hurt them physically, hurt them psychologically. :)

And in terms of yandere, I like to think there's a gag where the reader just somehow — maybe Hylia's blessing — has extremely realistic decoys of them made out of cake, just at their disposal.

Like, please, paint a picture of someone chatting with the reader, building up the courage to hold their hand only for their entire arm to fall on the ground. Cue confused, screaming.

They would eventually see through whether or not something was cake... maybe?

Either way, Reader would definitely be banned from the kitchen or any sort of baking utensil.

the way this is literally the same theme as something I was joking about with some friends loaf - you managed to infiltrate my discord?????/j (it was crack angst about if reader accidentally bit one of the chain and they were a hyperrealistic cake and didn't know, it spiralled from talking about wars and red velvet at the same time)

I love how much paranoia that scenario give parts of the chain though, they can't be certain that anything isn't actually a cake from that moment onwards, if leaving reader alone for such a small amount of time lead to them making so many cakes that were that realistic? who's to say they couldn't make cakes of other things - or even things out in the wild?

if they could by chance even replicate the magic of enchanted items, making them near undetectable to even the most magic sensitive of the links, well if it increases the amount of buffs they have then why not? even if it makes them sad to have to eat something with so much dedication, care and love put into it's creation

as for the yandere side, as well as what you mentioned with decoys? what about reader replacing their weapons with cake before they fled, asking fi for permission to wield her as her other master is losing himself to this sick twisted obsessive lust for them. It also makes me think of peeta in the hunger games and how he hides lmao maybe one of the links reader still foolishly trusts is suddenly grabbed by a hand in a shockingly similar way while the rest are enamoured by the saccarine decoy. only clocking on when their star in the skies falls apart under their touch.

They'd be lucky to ever bake again when they're reunited.

[ordonianhero]

Hyrule’s thanksgiving

Headcanons

They are at Lon Lon ranch with several of Malon and Link’s friends come to celebrate.

Talon- *asleep in his lazy boy chair*

Four, legend, Hyrule, wind- playing card games on the floor.

Malon & Wild- in the kitchen cooking with the help of a few friends. (That can be trusted in the kitchen *everyone eyeing time, trying to steal a roll*)

Twilight: *is as Wolfie waiting for anything they drop on the floor to snack on*

Warriors- having a glass of wine and chatting up Impa.

Sky: being educated by one of Time’s friends on what Thanksgiving is.

Time: happily enjoying watching his found family bonding. And also being chased out the kitchen and being told to take Wolfie with him.

[cgmayra]

Tumblr Prompt Combined - Sonamy Boom

Prompts are on permanent shut down, sorry. ;’(

Prompt:

Amy had been having some hard times.

It wasn’t enough to dive herself into her charity work, the penguins had their sweaters, and the island was small enough that the little town barely had any fundraisers.

So to completely distract herself from her emotions, she used one of Tails’s top of the line communication devices, a satellite dish able to send a signal out far across the surface of the world.

Turns out someone did respond. A small agency that is trying to socialize specialized cyber-puppies to treat different ailing patients. The one they wanted to send her needed training on aircraft, which Tails would most certainly provided with enough big-hedgehog-eyes pleading for him to.

The puppy’s time in the plane was perfect. Its little mechanized eye revealed that dog was born without one, and therefore, they take disabled dogs and cyber-them-up to help people with other disabilities, too. This dog had a small bonus, his cyber-half of his body could also sense emotional disturbances, and as he stuck his head out of the plane, he turned back to see Amy looking down and having stopped petting him.

His ear lifted up, and a small antenna came out of its eardrum, showing the dog was also born with one ear being deaf. It let out a highly untraceable set of wavelengths, tapping into Amy’s chest to see her heart rate seemed to reveal her emotional distress.

Whatever she was going through, his one cyber-eye read out in small print–”Lon.”

Lonely, Overstimulated, Neglected.

His antenna withdrew back in, as he tilted his head, as though trying to remember what his puppy-training had taught him to help a patient in this particular emotional need.

He curled his body to round and rub against her in cute circles around her lap, yipping sweetly to engage her back to her senses.

Amy rose her head, blinking a second as she was pulled out of her sorrowful thoughts about being alone with her emotions, since the ‘group therapy’ she did with her friends didn’t really help anyone… It was more for herself, anyway… to feel useful, wanted, appreciated…

She petted his head, smiling, and not realizing he sensed anything like a disturbance in her body.

“It’s alright, cutie.” she giggled, “I can’t believe they don’t have a Puppy of you in my favorite game.” She sighed, wishing it were real. “You’re just gonna have to be my own little original piece!” She played with his cheeks, fluffy and soft, as he yipped again in joy at her mood improving.

It was what he was trained to sense and help correct in a patient’s body, anyway; to encourage mood regulation.

He yawned at his hard work done and laid down on her lap, making her squeal at his cuteness, unaware of what a good boy he was.

She took pictures on her phone to the group chat. Surprisingly, Sticks and Sonic were the first to respond.

Stick: He’s now my son.

Sonic: Aw, what a cool looking dog!

Amy smiled. It was nice to see Sonic looking at his phone again.

She quickly texted: He’s being trained to use his cyber-soft-side to treat all sorts of different patients all over the world! He needed flight conditioning, so I begged Tails to let him take a ride with us! The agency said they’d allow me to foster him for a few days, wanna help ‘socialize’ him?

Shadow: Remove me from this chat.

Sticks: Aww, a government cyclops experiment gone horribly right! Who would have thought? At least I know my tax dollars are going into puppy-rehabilitation recovery efforts to help save humanity instead of the shadow-agents that try and- HEY! There’s one that just leaked into the chat! Quick! Tails! Send me a link to his location and I’ll clobber him!

Knuckles: I clo bb two!

Sonic: I think Knuckles is trying to type out that he wants to clobber him, too. Look out, ‘Shadow Agent’!

Shadow: /Leave Chat.

Shadow: /Leave group Chat.

Shadow: /Leave Sonic Team group chat.

Shadow: /Leave Sonic Team chat.

Sonic: Have you tried googling it?

Amy laughed with a reluctant sigh. She had ‘secretly’ gotten Shadow’s details, finding it surprising that he even carried a phone, but when having snagged it behind his back–being the real ‘Shadow Agent’ here…–she discovered he mostly held audio books and some songs on it. He held no contacts, mostly using it as a type of ‘Ipad’, it seemed.

Amy: Shadow, come to my hut, I’ll help you off if you really want me to.

It was a lie. She just wanted him to have company in his lonely life…

She knew how that felt… but she couldn’t understand the part where he willingly let himself be isolated…

She hated that feeling…

As her hand rested on the cyborg puppy, the synthetic hairs sticking out of his metal back plate send an electrical signal down to him.

He blinked his little eyes, his robotic one indicating an new emotional state–”TIR”

Tired, Irritable, Reflective.

He held up his head and look back to her, seeing her engage his gaze, he wagged his half-metal tail and stuck his slobbery tongue out, giving her an open smile.

Success! She cooed over him and gave him a big hug on her lap, “You’re so precious!!!” She rubbed her head back and forth against his synthetic patch of fake, furry hair as the electrical currents read out–STB

Stable, Trusted, Balanced.

The patient’s emotional health was increasing to normal levels again.

He happily took the praises with little pants, and licked the top of her forehead, where no quills would harm him.

After Tails landed, he wanted to obviously play with the puppy, trying to get him interested in a stick. “Go long, boy!” He lifted a foot up, trying to not wobble too much and blinked down an eye, sticking out his tongue, and went to throw the ball.

The cyborg-puppy’s tail slowly ceased wagging as both him and Tails watched as the ball barely went anywhere… but sure held some air time on its long ‘toss’ skyward before dropping just a few steps in front of them.

Tails’s tails drooped, “Ohhh…” When his ears twitched down, the cyborg-puppy’s twitched up, the one mechanical ear’s antenna coming out–EBA.

Encourage, Balance, Assist.

It was instructions this time.

Cyborg-puppy happily spun around, barking cheerily, and lifted himself onto two legs to get Tails’s attention, trying to lick his nose.

“Ah-haha! Hey! Hehe, you don’t mind my shortcomings, do you buddy? Do you? No, you don’t~ You don’t judge anything so long as it rubs your sparking belly? Do you, boy? Do youuuu~” instantly cheered up, Tails rubbed at his electrically static body, before the cyborg-puppy ran the short distance to retrieve the ball and carry it back to him.

He nudged with it in his mouth for Tails to try again.

“Aww, you still want to play with me? Haha! You’re very kind, boy, thanks! I’ll practice my underswing, then!” He looked at his tails, “Or better yet..!” He took the ball into the two-pinching tail tufts of one of his tails, spun his tails in a helicopter fashion, and the ball went flying off as though propelled by a whirling windmill..!

The good cyborg-pup yipped in glee and took off after it, as Tails put his hands to his hips, looking well pleased with his next try.

He nodded, “Hmm, I did it!”

The Cyborg-Puppy returned with his mechanically red eye reading–STB, once more, he was a good boy!

He yawned, after a few passes with Tails and rested on the couch, as Tails had to leave.

The next day, Amy fed him, reaching down to pat his head as he consumed tasty Mehburger-nibbles for Dogs before a gust of wind caught them both off guard.

The Cyborg-Pup blinked his eyes, wondering what that was, as it read–CEE.

Confident, Excitable, Energerized.

Ah, not a patient, then?

The cyborg-pup licked its chops, and went back to eating.

“Heya, Amy! You don’t mind if I come early to the party, do you?” He had gotten her group text to Shadow, and apparently thought it was an invite.

“You’re just here to annoy Shadow when he gets here, aren’t you?” She raised an eyebrow, and he grinned.

“Hehe~ How’d you know?” He came to wiggle a finger against the top of the cyborg-pup’s head. “And to say hello to this guy!”

“Are you gonna try and stop me from helping Shadow leave the chat?”

“Please, Amy. I knew if you wanted him out, you have admin privileges to have already kicked him by now.”

Amy beamed. “Good! Cause I wasn’t planning to actually get him to leave without mingling with us first!” She laughed, a wicked plan with hopefully positive results, she dreamed.

The cyborg-pup barked up to Amy, and she patted his head, “Want to hold him?”

“Oh? Can I? Sure!”

Sonic watched as Amy picked the little mechanized pooch up, and let Sonic hold him.

“Haha! Hey, that tickles!” Sonic laughed, as the Cyborg-Puppy licked his face, but then his eye read–STB.

He stopped licking, remembering Sonic didn’t need any extra lovings, as Sonic rubbed his muzzle from the saliva.

“Good dog.” He stated, patting and rubbing his head as he looked to Amy.

“Hmm? What’s wrong, Ames?” He asked, but she seemed to be staring at the dog…

His antenna activated with a tilt of his head, his eye reading–”Lon” again.

What? But he had just cured her! This can’t be right…

He looked up at Sonic, then Amy, withdrawing his antenna back into his metal eardrum again.

Was it this ‘other fellow’? Was he the cause of her sudden mood change?

Trying to find a solution, the Cyborg-Puppy gently nudged Sonic’s hand on his head, and tried to move it over as though suggesting Sonic should pet her head instead.

Not getting it, the two didn’t have time to figure it out before more guests started showing up.

Sticks and Knuckles play wrestled cutely with the cyborg-puppy on the ground, as Sticks wanted to teach it how to speak all the government secrets out of it’s little cute metal noggin, and Knuckles just wanted to show off how much he had improved his piano skills–only two notes down–as well as his weight training–lifting Amy’s entire hut–but she told him to stop that.

Although neurotic, Sticks’s bio to the cyborg-puppy just read anxiety, to which distracting her and letting her teach him odd picture things about ‘shadow agents parachuting information into a large pentagon structure’ was actually calming her down and helping her feel loved that he was paying attention.

For Knuckles, just having the little cyborg-puppy wag his tail and yip at his different odd actions made the big red man happy, so he was happy doing his duties.

Then… the other hedgehog walked in.

His head twitched as his eye kept reading different statuses, and it made him whimper and lean that eye down, scratching at it.

Amy picked up the cyborg-puppy, “Shadow, I’m glad you came!” She looked a little worried, but tried to have her voice come off pleasant enough, wanting him to feel included.

The cyborg-puppy’s antenna came out, lifting his ear to turn it to Amy, it read out clearly–VPI

Vicariously, Projecting, Ideals.

Amy was reflecting her own desires for herself onto Shadow, mirroring her wishes that others would do for her onto him.

Hmm, not a very healthy way to go about things. It would be better if she explained what she was feeling to the other fun patients and non-patients. If she did, she wouldn’t have to unhealthily cope by over-exerting herself for others, only causing further burnout onto herself.

He yipped, but all ignored him.

Shadow twitched an eye, holding out his phone, “Take me off.” He asked, a bit sternly. “Teams are not really my thing…” He pulled back when the cyborg-puppy wiggled out of Amy’s grasp, running up to wag his tail and yip for Shadow to hold him, instead.

“... Nor am I one give in to the demands of… other lifeforms.” He turned his head away, but his eyes remained on the innocent cuties gestures, as he spun a few times to show he wasn’t backing down from wanting to be given attention from Shadow.

Amy giggled, “Aww, he likes you!”

“Impossible.” Shadow stated, but the Cyborg-Puppy put a heart in his mechanical red eye, and Shadow was forced to twitch.

“Eugh… Fine, I concede. But on my own terms.” He seemed to relax around the cyborg-puppy now, glaring down at him but having a hand on his hip, showing he was paying attention to its attention-seeking behaviors now. “Why does the frankenstein mutt want my approval so much?”

“He’s not a mutt!” Taking offense to that, Sticks jumped forward on all fours, hopping over the cyborg-puppy as though protectively defending him against such words.

“I would give my life for this zombified government experiment!” She bit the air towards Shadow.

“Zombified? So it’s not alive?” He moved an arm up over himself, as though ready to ‘swat’ her back if needs be. “How is that possible? Is he an alien experiment? Like I was…” Turning a bit theatrical and angsty, he held out a crumbled hand, as though tensing it into a fist but not fully forming into one just yet.

“Not so dramatically.” Sonic intervened, seeing Shadow was distracted from exiting the group chat–which amused Sonic greatly–to then gesturing everyone to sit and lay about as he played with the mechanical pooch after pulling it from Stick’s protective underbelly.

“But that’s a fun topic! In the case of a zombie apocalypse, who would survive? What would you do?” He put the dog up on his fists, as though a training weight, but Amy quickly scooped him off.

“That’s easy!” She petted him, moving her body to and fro in a girlie sense of daydreaming, “I’d build a bunker all with armed, adorable little flickies and creatures! Our good boy would be there, obviously, and I’d have a living room for all of you to continue to enjoy our raided food supplies we’d totally steal from Eggman. Cause he doesn’t need to eat much.”

“He could afford the raid.” Tails snickered, “But if Sonic became a Zombie, we’d all be bitten and become part of his undead army instantly!”

“Not necessarily.” Shadow suddenly interjected, as the cyborg-puppy noted that everyone was actually turning more stable besides Sonic… who was slowly having his statuses change…

“I’m immune to all known bacteria and diseases.” He began, as Knuckles whispered over to Sticks.

“That means he’s afraid of germs.” He teased.

“Germs are afraid of me.” Shadow raised his head up, narrowing his eyes to Knuckles intimidatingly. “As I was saying, I’d-”

“I would defend and provide all the supplies for Tails’s weaponry by utilizing my carefully honed scavenger skills!” She hopped left and right in front of Shadow, cutting him off.

“W-What? Ugh. As I was saying…” Shadow was about to disregard her, double-taking a moment before having Knuckles enter the screen.

“Yeah! And then I’d play the ukulele! Cause you know, Pianos wouldn’t be able to run fast enough, when worse comes to worser, they’d be the first to go out with a zombie-bang.” He shrugged, as though that made sense.

“What I’m saying is-!” Shadow tried to shove Sticks’s and Knuckles’s heads out of the way but Tails then flew up to completely cover him from sight of Sonic and Amy, as the Cyborg-Puppy realized Amy was also having her emotions affected for some reason.

“Who says I’d be making weapons! I’d make the cure!” He cheered.

“ENOUGH! LET HIM SPEAK!”

Everyone suddenly got spooked back a bit, Amy’s outburst came out so personal… as though people covering up Shadow affected her too greatly.

She was huffing and heaving… and that’s when Cyborg-Puppy noticed Sonic’s emotional state had picked up on Amy far before his mechanical instincts did…

Was he just like him?

He sniffed, where was his mechanics? Were they hidden somewhere? How did he pick up on it, and why did his state change with hers? Were they synced up like his devices were to his mainframe and brain?

Sonic immediately took Amy’s shoulder, pulling her slightly towards him, “Ah-haha, okay, so!” He gestured to Shadow, “You were saying?”

“Ehem, yes. I was.” Shadow cleared his throat and stepped forward, “I was going to say I’d merciless take out each and everyone of you… without hesitating. I’d be the last to survive on this island.”

Everyone went quiet… but Amy groaned and put Cyborg Puppy down, stomping away.

Sonic’s ears fell and he went off after her as the rest argued how’d they survive a Shadow-Apocalypse as fugitive Zombies.

“Amy…” Sonic’s voice carried a much gentler, kinder tone as he reached out for her in the kitchen area, but she leaned over a counter and seemed disturbed…

Twitching his head again, whimpering, the cyborg-puppy came with them—UCI.

Underqualified, concerned, Inept.

Ah, the blue man didn’t know how to comfort the pink girl, that’s where he came in!

The cyborg-puppy tried to get a read on Amy… but so many letters in the alphabet suddenly scrolled across his eye that it was even more than the black and red man!

He rubbed his paw against his eye, snorting out his irritability.

That’s it! He was fed up trying to solve every patient’s problems!

That is… until Sonic picked him up… did he sense… the Cyborg-Puppy’s fear at failing his objectives?

“What’s wrong?” He continued his question to Amy, “You’re not yourself, lately… Something I can do?”

“... I want Shadow to like us…” She shook her head, and Cyborg-Puppy did as well, knowing that wasn’t true.

She was shoving all her needs onto a foreign entity, everything she would say would be a reflection of how she wanted others to treat her. She wanted Shadow to belong… because she wanted to feel she belonged, too.

“I want him to be heard, to be listened to… I want him to feel loved.” She looked to Sonic with tears in her eyes. “It’s how I want us all to be… one big… happy-…” She started to cry and covered her face, not finishing her thought, but it was clearly the resounding feeling she felt she was forever barred from.

Sonic smiled, and the Cyborg-Puppy’s eye stabilized to show him that Sonic understood Amy’s feelings.

But how? Without technology, how could these creatures help themselves?

Wasn’t… he needed?

Cyborg-Puppy watched and took note of how Sonic pulled Amy’s arm to him, and with him in the middle, he embraced her.

He yipped in surprise, without pulling out his antenna, he could hear Sonic’s heartbeat… On the other side of his deaf ear, he could feel Amy’s heartbeat…

They were… syncing up… without scratchy metal gear… without precise and calibrated communicators…

The pretty pink Patient hadn’t fully, clearly, stated what she was feeling… And yet, the seemingly confident, though actually worried about his own capabilities, blue New Patient had started to cure each other… They were good people.

Yawning out his stress and shaking it away, the two naturally broke their hug, as the Cyborg-Puppy realized that not everyone needed him. Sometimes… They needed each other.

To understand more than just be conditioned to a biplane, the little Cyborg-Puppy finished his training, as the ‘Family’ of strange creatures he had loved and been with seemed to do just fine without him.

He had faith… that even when he left, they would be well-taken care of… by each other.