#blue's writing

[true-blue-sonic]

22 for... Sonilver

(If you are okay with it, ofc)

No worries, I like Sonilver as well ^-^ This comic inspired me and I remembered that I had this draft laying around still!

22. …in a rush of adrenaline.

"Silver's kinda cute" isn't the thought Sonic figured would pop up in his mind when brawling with the hedgehog in question.

Something had ticked Silver off; Sonic doesn't even know what. The enigmatic psychic from the future has never been that concerned with actually articulating his woes. But Sonic had gotten promptly jumped on, had kicked back by reflex, got sent flying, and he and Silver have been battling since.

There's something endearing about Silver's narrowed eyes, the snarl on his face and the way his chest heaves as he keeps fighting and retaliating. Sonic likes people who can give him a challenge: getting whacked between trees and walls like a ping-pong ball with Silver keeping safely out of reach had been impressive. But Sonic never goes down without a fight either. Even the most focused of warriors can be thrown off by a sonic boom, and the most fine-tuned of psychokinesis had not proven fast enough to react to supersonically getting snatched. From then onwards, the fight had been fully with fists and feet.

It had also been the moment Silver's success in the brawl had shifted to him being severely disadvantaged instead. Considering Sonic has mostly seen his pal fight with a long distance to enemies, that revelation had hardly been a surprise: already the first one or two strikes battering at Sonic in barely-effective places had been enough to inform the speedster Silver isn't so adept at punches, and his kicks are even worse. But there's a passion gleaming in his eyes that burns like the stars, and Sonic has found himself mesmerised.

Silver, meanwhile, has found himself pinned to the ground.

"Could you tell me what this is all about?" Sonic rasps at him. His hand tightens around the other's throat, Silver's body bucking up irately from where Sonic's legs press down on it. Yet he can't dislodge the speedster, and a final punch battering at Sonic's cheek bears no fruit in throwing him off either.

"You're in the way!" gets spat at him, as another flurry of floundering and growling follows. It does little to calm Sonic down in turn, his own teeth baring as well. If he lets Silver go now, he's quite certain the other will continue his not-that-successful attempts at beating the snot out of him. Besides, the adrenalin is rushing through his body still, as fast as he can run; it tingles and calls for him to do something, to take action, to either defeat Silver in this fight or help out with his problems instead. Silver at least hasn't become less endearing with his teeth just barely missing Sonic's hand to snap at, or the leering glare in golden eyes...

Eyes that narrow most dangerously as Sonic catches himself staring in them.

"What?!" Silver snaps, ears pressing against his head. "Why are you looking at me like that?!"

Jolting right back to the real world Sonic blinks. Uh oh... "Just marvelling," he responds, hoping he can put enough genuineness in his voice to not have Silver accuse him of lying. "You don't give up easily, do you?"

Silver shakes his head so hard that his quills whack Sonic right in his nose, a low growl of passion reverberating in his throat. "Never. I'll never give up, on anything."

"I find that commendable, is all."

"Thanks," Silver grouses back, though those golden eyes blink slowly and a more annoyed than angry huff follows. Sonic would almost describe it as more playful. "Can you get off me now so we can continue? I haven't beaten you yet."

A laugh has slipped past Sonic's lips before he realises.

"Don't laugh at me!" Silver hisses at him, though certainly with less heat and ire than before; and the twitching of tan lips into a smile is hard to miss too, as is the way Silver’s floundering slows down into the occasional bucking. "Good grief. Can you not even focus when you're fighting?" Sonic gets scolded next, Silver's arms clumsily crossing over his chest and underneath Sonic's as if to display disappointment.

The flickering of cyan marks make Sonic ponder that Silver has yet to grasp him and fling him away psychokinetically, and that with the two of them just talking he sees no reason why his friend should not be able to do that.

So perhaps...

"It's hard to focus,” Sonic shrugs. He’s got a reason why he might be distracted a bit in this battle, even if Silver might not agree it’s a good reason… Speaking of, does the psychic even know?

Underneath him, Silver huffs impatiently. “Why?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re cute?”

Silver blinks.

As does Sonic, the silence sudden dead silence between them making him grimace slowly. Perhaps he’d been too fast here… but his shoulders sag at the snort that follows. "Trying to get me to lower my guard, are you?" Silver shoots back, rolling his eyes. But the corners of his lips twitch up once more, and the way he bucks again lacks the viciousness of before. “Cute. Please.”

Sonic's definitely a go-getter. He's also someone who just runs with any awkward situation he's found himself in. And he's someone who never does anything by half, on top. "I’m being serious," he thus says, putting the most mischievously seductive look he can muster on his face. "May I do something?"

Those golden eyes stare at him, flicking all over him, and Silver's ears twitch as if they can hear the way Sonic's heart hammers away in his chest... but surely they can than also hear the way it drops in relief at the curious "Sure?"

Sonic doesn't need to be told twice: with a wink he leans down and presses the lightest of kisses against a tan cheek.

The bucking ceases in full, immediately. "What," Silver asks, almost flatly in its dumbfoundedness. "What are you...?"

"Heh. Sorry, but I had to." Pushing himself to his legs Sonic tumbles to Silver's other side, flopping onto the ground there as he draws a deep breath through his nose. Whew... He only feels this jittery after fighting Eggman's biggest, baddest robots. And yet a bright grin rests on his face too; an eager one, buzzing with the elation of trying something new.

That is slightly less matched by Silver, who's scrambled up and stands bristling with that leer back again... though that ceases as quickly as it starts, until Sonic is just mostly stared at with a mixture of surprise and intrigue instead. "What... was that for?" the psychic speaks up, fingers brushing past his cheek.

"I wanted to try," Sonic says, truthfully.

"I thought people who like each other kissed on their lips."

"I'd be down to kiss you on your lips."

It's an invitation. An offer. Sonic raises an eyebrow with it: not too seductively, certainly not like he's just goofing around. Curious, willing, the tiniest bit coy, and this time he is sure Silver's cheeks do darken. “Because you think I’m cute?” the other inquires slowly, head tipping to the side as Sonic nods.

“Yeah. But it’s all fine if you’d rather not.”

Another silence stretches out, in which Silver rubs over his muzzle most pensively while Sonic gets studied up and down and back again. It’d make him feel conscious if he cared, the speedster laughs quietly to himself. Who’d have thought that this attempted first kiss would be subjected to such scrutiny?

But Silver does shake out his head, quills swaying. “Get over here.”

Long having found himself lost in thought once more Sonic blinks. “Wha-”

“Get up! How can I kiss you like this?!” Silver bristles, voice rising again. Sonic yelps as he gets yoinked up with psychokinesis, ankles grunting as his feet are slammed onto the ground. The hedgehog across him mutters some more under his breath, but luckily Silver’s fingers are more careful as they reach out to Sonic’s cheek, the other leaning in with a furrowed brow and laser-focused gaze aimed at Sonic’s muzzle. “Do we just…?” gets added, more quietly, and Sonic smiles.

“I think just like so,” he murmurs back, before closing the distance.

All in all, the kiss is over far too quickly: Silver’s eyes widen and Sonic’s mouth has long dried out and the both of them jolt backwards in nary a second. But Sonic’s lips do tingle with bliss, forming into a broad grin as the speedster touches them. Though, Silver’s staring anew…

“Hmm?” Sonic inquires, and his heart flutters as Silver snorts a second time.

“You look cute when you’re like that.”

“Oh? Really now?”

“Yup. All goofy,” Silver nods back most seriously. It makes Sonic laugh in full, which in turn makes a grin crack on Silver’s face as well. Most carefully the psychic's fingers stroke over his lips also, Sonic waiting expectantly for the verdict. “But that was nice,” it comes in a whisper behind them, Sonic heaving a breath of relief.

“If you ever want to try that again, hit me up.”

“Sure, but…” More awkwardly Silver gestures, before his fists ball and that fire rushes right back onto his features. “First I’m going to beat you. For being in the way and distracting me!”

Readily stretching himself out Sonic winks right back. “Bring it on, then.”

And that Silver does, vehemently and without mercy that gets returned in kind, until eventually they have ended up in a draw and Sonic has finally been given the chance to offer his help and they’ve blasted off to solve whatever problem Silver’s busy with.

And all the while Sonic’s lips tingle, and based on how often Silver brushes past his own or over his cheek, he’s certain the same goes for his friend.

Cute, the speedster grins inwardly, and with these memories in mind he’s sure that is an opinion he will never sway on.

[staygoldpbj]

tee hee marbit snip :3

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Human radiator

Fandom: Elena of Avalor

Characters: Gabriel Nuñez, Naomi Turner, Elena Castillo Flores, Mateo de Alva

Relationships: all four of them being best friends

Prompt: @flufftober - day 17 Only One Bed (kinda)

Word count: 427

Other: Fluff, Oneshot, Cuddling, Implied camping trip or something, platonic bed sharing, post canon, no context, Gabe's POV mostly because is anybody really surprised at this point

"Alright, so it looks..." Gabe brushed off his hands and paused.

"... actually not bad," Elena supplemented him with the right words.

"Yeah." He nodded, assessing their makeshift shelter with a judgmental gaze.

"So we're finally done? Oh thank goodness." Naomi dramatically threw away a stick and not wasting a minute, crawled under the canopy of branches and vines.

Mateo didn't seem completely convinced of the stability of the old stone wall their lean-to was based on, but an impatient "Well! Aren't you coming?!" from Naomi seemed to be enough to lure him inside.

Gabe looked over to Elena.

"I can take the first watch."

"No way!" Her answer synchronised with Naomi's cry.

"Nuh uh mister "not taking a coat to Maarsvik" you're staying in here with the rest of us!"

Elena nodded sagely and ushered him to go before her.

"Don't worry, we're alone here anyway. And I doubt there's anything out here to get us except for maybe mosquitoes?"

"And I call dibs on using you as a pillow," Naomi added as he squeezed into the tight space they got to call home for the night.

"Alright, alright," Gabe chuckled, making himself comfortable on the dry leaves and moss mattress. They all huddled together into one big bundle of arms and legs and chests, seeking warmth and any semblance of comfort on the five square metres that they got to share. Finally a shared relaxed sigh filled their little abode. That's when Gabe decided to add:

"By the way, I snore."

The silence lost its bliss. It has gained however, a whole lot of weight from the silent threats cast at him by everyone's glares. Gabe couldn't see them of course, but he could feel it well in his heart that they were there.

"Not if I smother you in your sleep you won't," Mateo mumbled half asleep.

Gabe chuckled and the atmosphere went back to being cozy.

"Very funny, Mateo." He rolled his eyes even if he knew they wouldn't see it. "Cause it was a joke, right? Guys...?"

The only answer he got was even and quiet breathing all around him and suddenly he started wondering if maybe standing a watch alone outside wouldn't be that bad.

But then he thought about the dark and cold and wind waiting behind the thin walls of their little hut and felt the warmth and comfort coming from his friends even strongly. His eyelids began to drop and he decided that maybe getting murdered in his sleep is something... he can worry about... in the morning...

Author's note:

You do not realise how badly I wanted to call Gabe a human radiator in the fic itself but. I imagine radiators are not a thing in the EverRealm T_T However I firmly believe that Gabe would make for a fantastic pillow and my goal was to not make it creepy or horny by accident in the fic. It's just an objective and platonic truth ✊

[navysealt4t]

ur welcome to rb <33

[inspiringraisin]

The Missed Potential of Luka (and why he's the best character in Bayonetta 3)

So I finished playing Bayonetta 3 last night as of writing this post, right? I’m not going to go into specifics about the plot, but I was spoiled early on about Viola. It didn’t ruin the story for me–I actually enjoyed it a lot more knowing who she was. I didn’t really care about Dr. Sigird or Singularity. While they’re not dealbreakers (RIP Jeanne), I was more here for the characters and their emotional journeys. 

This isn’t about Viola. 

This is about Luka.  

Luka is, unironically, my favourite Bayonetta character. I fell in love with him the first time in Bayonetta 1, liked him in Bayonetta 2, and then fell in love again during Bayonetta 3. I was shocked at how much development he got, because he actually felt like a somewhat active participant in that story, rather than a tacked on nobody in the second who is just there because he’s supposed to. 

Luka as a fae king, Lukaron? Love it. Evil Adam? Sure, why not? Big puppy? Instantly love it. Someone please give him some Excedrin wrapped in cheese, please. 

Anyway, to me, it felt like he didn’t do much in Bayonetta 2. Besides giving some lore dumps, the pages scattered about, and dragging Loki up to the mountain, he wasn’t that involved in the overarching story. I can’t say the same for Bayonetta 1, and especially Bayonetta 3. 

In Bayonetta 1, he was trying to find the murderer of his father, and that was resolved in that game. It’s a bit of a shame it never came up again, but it doesn’t really need to. He was someone that knew a few answers to Bayonetta’s questions, but not all of them. I liked them working together. Didn’t love him staring at her boobs near the end, but it never really came up again, so I’m chalking it up as a dubious writing choice before Bayonetta really took off. 

Bayonetta 3, though? He got so much more interesting development and involvement with the plot? I was so on board with his stained-glass-Catholic-beastmode-werewolf worm, Stryder. When we found out about that in the Ancient Egypt level, I was so on board, and it tied into Viola’s pixie powers. Ya’ll, I was screaming, crying, throwing up when he said he’d always love Viola and Bayonetta. It made me hella emotional. 

An aside, but I wished Bayonetta had some Lumen Sage powers from Baldur, so this was the closest thing to that for me. To me it makes sense Viola would have bits of both powers, as she seems she doesn’t have complete Umbra Witch powers, as she can’t summon/doesn’t want to/doesn’t need to summon Cheshire with her hair. 

Relating to Luka’s character development is the discourse surrounding the ending. Comphet was thrown around a lot. Compulsory Heterosexuality, also known as ‘comphet’, is the assumption that everyone is born straight, or should be straight. I can understand being disappointed by the ending, but I didn’t find it to be comphet. 

If you factor in the development Luka and Bayonetta have in Bayonetta 1 and 2 (irregardless if those games actually happened in Bayonetta 3 before the fact), they’ve known each other for a long time and care about each other. I was so into Bayonetta trying to save Luka at the end of Bayonetta 3 and turning him back from Stryder, AND the fact he does help you in the final boss. That is personally how I read Bayonetta 3 because I played the previous 2 games. 

I would consider BayoLuka to be comphet if they had no development or chemistry whats-so–ever. But they do. Luka literally went to hell with Bayonetta at the end of Bayonetta 3 because she died. It wasn’t like they were forced together at the end to make it a happy ending. I thought she was going to be forced into a relationship with him to make sure Viola exists in the future, that’s how bad I assumed the ‘comphet’ to be. It wasn’t. 

THIS IS ALSO IGNORING THE FACT HE LOVES VIOLA! YOU CAN’T TELL ME HE’D LOVE HIS DAUGHTER SO MUCH!!! The fact that he went after Viola first before Bayonetta at the end, possibly at the extent of Bayonetta’s life? Divine. I was hooting and hollering in delight watching him struggle to decide before he made his decision to save Viola. It was delightfully bittersweet and angsty. Incredible. While I’m normally not a fan of hamfisting established characters' children into media, I thought Viola was handled well. I loved her. 

Like, I dunno. You can be disappointed BayoJeanne isn’t canon, but you can’t ignore Bayonetta and Luka have and had have chemistry. No one (at least, recently that I have found) bats an eyelash about Link and Zelda (and Ganon) being linked to each other by fate with the number of people that ship Link and Zelda. It just feels hypocritical in this sense with the themes of family and motherhood/fatherhood in the three Bayonetta games. 

TO BE FAIR, I will admit the sudden development between them was a bit jarring, but I was into it. Again, I somewhat blame him being sidelined a bit in Bayonetta 2 overall, but I enjoyed he and Bayonetta were already familiar with each other in 3. Maybe it would have been better to see more development of them before the story took place, or in a different universe (i.e. Viola’s parents), but it’s not overly relevant. 

I was scrolling the Bayonetta AO3 page and found most people shipped BayoJeanne, but found very few recent fics about Luka. Hell, I made a Luka & Viola tag. There was none! At least, maybe there were so few fics it didn’t add the tag yet. 

Regardless, to me the fandom hates and is scared of Luka for basically no reason. I like Jeanne a lot, too, and she has chemistry, but crying comphet erases bisexual/pansexual people. Let alone the fact Bayonetta has 2 hands, and can love both Jeanne and Luka. I’m not sure fully where it comes from, but I am not going to let my boy be slandered on my watch. You don't think he's eating her out in hell in between being tortured? Please

TDLR: Read my fic about Luka and Viola please

[continentalblue]

Wait you have new ocs? Tell me more

NOOO OO O O O I DIDN'T REALIZE THE POST SAID "OC" CHARACTERS"

i was talking about olivia and olly from paper mario: the origami king HOWEVER i am this close too actually adding a brother-sister duo to honeybear

[semiferalstreetcoyote]

there’s something that’s incredible about the intersectionality and flexibility of werewolves as metaphor.

anger issues? werewolf. intrusive thoughts? werewolf. unresolved trauma? werewolf. rejection by society? werewolf. autism? werewolf. transgenderism? werewolf. queer expression of any sort? werewolf. plurality? werewolf. dissociation? werewolf. repression of any sort? werewolf. abuse cycles? werewolf. emotion so strong it physically changes you? werewolf!!!

really doing it all

[burntblueberrywaffles]

[I.D. an edited pyramid graph of maslow's hierarchy of needs where large text covering every section of basic, psychological and self-fulfillment needs read "people online telling me they like the thing i made". end I.D.] (image description by @lemondoddle )

[bluelockmaniac]

thinking about how your husband changes drastically when he’s had just a little too much to drink. his faint, whiny hiccups would escape his quivering lips, filling your ears with his intoxication as he leans against you. he reaches out to play with your hair, gently tugging at the strands and trailing undirected kisses along them as you bite your lip to suppress your giggles. he then brings his unsteady hands to your face, squishing your cheeks before pulling you closer, looking at you with glossy eyes—small hearts seemingly etched into his pupils.

"i wish y-you hic were mineee...."

"pftt—" you burst into a fit of laughter at his uncharacteristic neediness—you’ve always enjoyed it when he'd get drunk. after all, they say a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. so, although he loves you an awful lot, he would never admit, while whining, how much he actually wants you. 

"i am yours though, sweetheart," you reassure him softly.

“oh, really? you are?” he raises his brows questionably, “well, that's good... i couldn't bear the thought of some other loser having you all to himself."

unbeknownst to him, however, is that you had recorded him during his moment of vulnerability. he was absolutely embarrassed and ashamed of himself when he had sobered up.

—

"y/n. delete that."

itoshi rin, kaiser, MIKAGE REO, barou, XIAO, kaveh, alhaitham, wriothesley, neuvillette, CHILDE, geto, megumi, BLADE, dan heng, dr ratio, aventurine, scaramouche

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[mikgreo]

☆ twt nsfw links. ☆

『starring 』：blue lock, tokyo rev, and jjk men!! 🗯️

a/n: i loooveee these fine men . i could just eat them

mommys good boy, always melting at your touch<3.

he’s your own little princess seat ♡.

he’s such a good boy, mommy’s lil slut<3

he loves how you use him for your pleasure!!

naughty boys deserve punishments..

CHOSO, yuji itadori, bachira meguru, ALEXIS NESS, KAZUTORA HANEMIYA, takemichi hanagaki, shinichiro sano, CHIFUYU MATSUNO, (your fav)

using his big fingers to get into those nice places<3

he loves overstimulating u!!! so mean:(

he’s so big.

he’s so big pt.2

hes HUGE

size kink..

TOJI FUSHIGURO, sukuna ryomen, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, DRAKEN RYUGUJI, taiju shiba, rindou haitani, HANMA SHUJI, (your fav)

fucking you like the brat you are

you love how rough he is<3

he loves facefucking his fav doll.

your punishment for being such a slut

teasing his cute girl💔

geto suguru, gojo satoru, YUTA OKKOTSU, isagi yoichi, CHIGIRI HYOMA, michael kaiser, MIKEY SANO, ran haitani, kokonoi hajime, SANZU HARUCHIYO, (your fav)

your punishment for being such a spoiled brat

he thinks you’ve been a bad girl.

making you beg for it

loves fucking you dumb

something he would do to make fun of you

Nanami kento, Higuruma hiromi, SUKUNA RYOMEN, GOJO SATORU, TOJI FUSHIGURO, SAE ITOSHI, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, (your fav)

he loves your soaky cunt<3

his fav postion!!

making his pretty princess do all the work:(

he pays such close attention to your holes<3

letting him use your mouth

megumi fushiguro, INO TAKUMA, inumaki toge, Rin itoshi, REO MIKAGE, Barou Shoei, Inui seishu, chifuyu matsuno, KAKUCHO HITTO, (your fav)

he fucks you so good

he’s so sweet to you and ur cunt<3

he luvs toying with you.

he lives to pleasure you and only u!!

what was supposed to be a tutoring sesh..

yuta okkotsu, kashimo hajime, KOKICHI MUTA, higuruma hiromi, NAGI SEISHIRO, otoya eita, YUKIMIYA KENYU, reo mikage, MITSUYA TAKASHI, izana kurokawa, HAKKAI SHIBA, (your fav)

:3

[choccorin]

thinking about rin having a girly girlfriend who's obsessed with adorable pastel-colored things .. he'd look so out of place inside your bedroom, it's filled with cute posters, mini and big figurines of sanrio and your favorite fictional characters, pastel colored clothes, and your bed has your beloved stuff toys at every corner.

his backpack would have cute keychains and plushies hanging on them, some were a gift from you and some are yours that you just wanted to him to have on his bag (your bag is heavy from all the keychains you have, plus there's no more space).

just imagine him looking intimidating and scary, but then you hear the loud clinking of pastel colored keychains hanging from his bag. he doesn't mind having them, sure it's a bit loud and distracting, but it prevents girls (and sometimes boys) from approaching, asking him for his number.

he calls it a repellent of some sorts.

and !!!! he also has a bracelet that you gave him, a pink colored one with an owl charm. if he has a clear phone case, then a polaroid photo of you (or the two of you) would definitely be in it. if not, he'd have a picture of you as his lockscreen, specifically a photo that you don't know about.

people who seem him for the first time in campus think “oh .. that guy definitely has a lover.”, and give up the motive of asking him for his name or number.

[true-blue-sonic]

Espilver week day 2: Celebration

After the War to Take Back the Planet, some questions need to be asked before the celebration can begin in full.

☆☆☆☆☆

“Ah, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

Carefully Espio zigzags his way through the city, or what’s left of it. The fires of war have been put out, and the worst of the broken infrastructure has been pushed to the side or got a haphazard warning sign thrown before it. If he were to ignore that, it would almost seem like any place that Eggman has attacked just once before getting fought off; but Espio knows better. Suffering has happened in these streets, and Eggman had attacked far more often than just once. Geysers from burst sewer pipes still fill the air with sprays of water, rubble still clutters the streets and in the lower parts of the city the Death Egg robots stand frozen, as if their burning red eyes can come alive again any second as they begin their senseless destructing once more. There is so, so much that needs to be done to repair this place, and the whole world, after Eggman and his six-month tyranny.

Perhaps that’s why Silver’s not looking happy.

“Hey, Espio,” the hedgehog murmurs, a wellspring of familiarity after this long, arduous time of uncertainty and terror. Shooting him a little smile the chameleon walks over. Sure, to the unknowing eye Silver stands just like he always does: head held high with his fiery passion, shoulders squared up and arms drawn over each other, and sharp golden eyes peeking backwards with that little gleam in them that says he could and would kill if he has to.

But only Silver’s closest friends are reserved the softening of his face, the way his posture relaxes just a bit, the tiny smile taking shape on his lips that makes his whole being so much more gentle as Espio draws near.

Only Espio is reserved the way Silver’s head presses against his.

“We did it,” the chameleon states. World-weariness strikes him the very second he does: after so, so long, after so much heartbreak and struggling. “It feels almost unreal, doesn’t it?”

“…I guess.” Soft fur shrugs against Espio’s shoulder, a hand carefully coils around his. For a second, that is how they rest, with Silver’s touch warm as the sun and Espio’s steady as a rock… but the hedgehog purses his lips soon after. “There’s so much that needs to be done, though,” he adds, the gentle look on his face making way for that unshakeable seriousness Espio always appreciates in him. “We need to get started immediately. The people must have a home to return to.”

At least Silver’s the same as always, Espio smiles to himself. Despite everything, his beloved’s mind is still solely looking at others, never himself. “That is indeed true,” the chameleon quietly muses, “but not yet, dear Silver. Give yourself a moment to breathe, and celebrate.”

The hand holding his tenses. “Celebrate what, that Knuckles disbanded the Resistance just like that?! How are we going to help-”

Silver’s protest falls silent in the throes of Espio’s mouth as the chameleon presses their lips together.

“Hmpf!” gets muttered into the kiss, most agitated, and Espio’s fingers have found themselves behind madly-wriggling ears before they can help it. Also that is familiar, strange as that sounds: but a fire-forged friendship had made easy way to collaborations with just the two of them, out in the field together or toiling away in their hideout, and that had made easy way for something more. Something Espio doesn’t exactly know or understand yet, but something all the same.

A something where this isn’t the first kiss he’s stolen like that.

“Tenshi, I know. I know,” he murmurs, pulling away again with a twinge of regret. “It feels wrong, to cheer and feast when there’s so much that needs to be done still. But we must acknowledge the successes too. We did before, did we not?”

Silver’s not the blushing type, mercifully, and thus his reaction stays limited to a flustered shrug of his shoulders. “Sure did. Just like this.”

“And this is the largest victory we ever could have gained in this war. We won.”

“We won…” Silver pensively speaks, as if the words refuse to roll off his tongue with the ease he says anything and everything else. “That… is true. We won. That part is over now.”

“And let us celebrate its closure before we move on to the next.” Though, Espio knows well enough Silver is unable to let it rest for too long; but so is he himself, itching to tackle the problem of the world being in shambles and solve it as quick as he can. Anything to make their lives go back to normal. Anything to have the space and freedom to explore this something with Silver right at his side.

Speaking of…

“Silver…” Espio pipes up, though he’s not really sure if he wants to. If he does not ask he cannot know, and if he does not know he cannot be heartbroken before it happens, Silver’s return to the future. Because Silver, in his eternal selflessness, has not one but two timelines carried on his shoulders. He has always returned to the one he was born in, after every finished adventure or wrapped-up competition. Espio cannot imagine it’ll be different this time.

And it hurts. It hurts so much, being unable to know when Silver will return. If everything is okay in his era, and being unable to help if it isn’t. Silver won’t let him, in his pride.

But Espio loves him, pride and all, and he cannot in good conscience keep Silver here where he wants him when that is not what his beloved desires. “What about your home to return to?” the chameleon dances around the topic.

A heated frown is his response. “I can’t just go back to the future when the world’s like this!” Silver all but growls, a mad gesture to the rubble and geysers around them following. “If this doesn’t get cleaned up, our future won’t be either. I need to help here.”

Slowly Espio draws a breath. “Does that mean… you are staying?”

“For as long as I need to,” gets sighed back at him, Silver’s fingers tensing in Espio’s grip so tautly it hurts. “It might be a lifetime, with all the damage Eggman inflicted. But I don’t care. I need to give everything I have to the world.”

“Yet Knuckles disbanded the Resistance… though I am sure you can sleep in our hideout for a while longer, if you need somewhere to stay.” But as he says that, Espio’s face twists. That just doesn’t feel right: people will leave, everyone slowly trickling back to the places they love and rebuilding those until everything is like it was. And Silver will be left in the silence, certainly working himself to the bone for others’ happiness and refusing to accept anything in turn.

The mere thought makes Espio’s heart heavy.

He can’t place it, not exactly. But the idea Silver will be just by himself, toiling away for the good of the world, while…

While being alone, the chameleon realises. Because there are others that Espio has his duty bound to: he’d sworn his services not to Silver but the Chaotix. Charmy remains his chipper self despite the past six months, but Espio wants to be right on top of things in case there’s questions or frightened thoughts Vector won’t be able to deal with so well. And Espio himself has those thoughts as well, as does Vector, he knows… but that does mean Espio won’t be there with Silver, to help him process all that happened too and lend a hand to make their future one Silver deserves.

Unless…

“You know,” the chameleon adds, slowly, tentatively, not sure yet where the sentence will take him, “the Chaotix always… we always have space for a friend. In our Agency.”

Silver’s brow furrows. “A sleepover?”

“Of a sort,” Espio nods. He couldn’t be going behind Vector’s back more with such an inquiry, but the knowledge that the crocodile is a weak-hearted sap under his boisterous exterior is shared by all. No way he’d not let Silver stay, if Espio brings it up in the right way. Charmy will be delighted to have a friend around he can fly with, Vector will be happy with some extra help they don’t need to pay for, and Espio…

Espio needs to find a way to actually put this into words.

Which is harder than thought, with just how distracting the touch of Silver’s fur is against his body now that he’s paying attention to it.

“But after everything that happened, I…” Espio’s spiel begins ever so tentatively… before faltering. “Hm. I would, you know…”

A sparkle of mischief surfaces in golden eyes, yet another side of Silver so few people know he possesses. “You would?” the hedgehog repeats, the cheekiest of grins forming on those incorrigible lips of his.

Opening his mouth Espio draws a deep breath, thumb mindlessly running over Silver’s hand. He must be honest; he cannot let Silver slip away like that, without that something between them having been given the chance to become clearer. “I… would… like to keep you near me,” the chameleon admits, a quiet whisper amidst the watery rushes of the geysers around them. “Just for a while longer. After spending so long in your company, I’d feel… strange, if you weren’t around.���

“It is gonna be weird to be without everybody after so long, that’s true.” Slowly Silver nods, as something more pensive forms on his face. It makes the smile on there disappear…

Espio’s hand has trailed up over Silver’s back before he realises. One stroke two stroke three, thumb lovingly brushing over the quills and fingers caressing through the downy fur riddled between; no wonder the hedgehog’s promptly quite oozy in his grasp. “Do you want me to stay because it’s weird if we’re no longer together? After being around each other constantly for six months? It was quite some time,” gets murmured against Espio’s neck, the chameleon swallowing. Silver is always so forthright with his words…

And yet, it is true.

“Yes,” Espio whispers. “I’d miss you terribly. There’d always be something that is absent around me, I’m sure.” And the natural follow-up question weighs on his tongue like lead, yet he must ask… “And would you… feel the same?”

Silver stays quiet, the seconds ticking by as his face twists against Espio’s shoulder. He’s thinking, the chameleon knows, his own breath hitching in his chest and his hopes not daring to soar lest they crash…!

But a chuckle follows, and the way Silver’s head rubs against Espio’s chin makes his knees be like jelly. “I would,” follows, strong and firm with an unwavering conviction behind it. “I’ve gotten too used to you telling me to be careful. And being there for me when I’m hurt.”

“And I’ve gotten too used to being worried out of my mind for your safety. That is probably the compromising they talk about when it comes to relationships,” the chameleon dryly teases back. It elicits a full laugh, Silver’s arms wrapping around him and pulling him so close, so taut, Espio cannot do anything else than press kiss after kiss into Silver’s temple while the other purrs and nuzzles his cheek.

“Love you,” Silver whispers between it, Espio’s heart hitching. He finds it hard to say to this day, and yet…

“I love you too, tenshi. You’ll be staying with us?”

“At least until the world is fixed. And we’ll see what happens after.”

Wistfully Espio smiles. That gives him lots of time, at least; the world surely won’t just be repaired in a few days or weeks. And maybe, when they’ve finally finished that gargantuan task, he and Silver will have become so much closer still; maybe his beloved will stay forever, then. Or maybe they’ll be more okay with leaving each other for short amounts of time. But now, none of that matters: all that is important is that they did it, and that they must bask in their achievements for as long as they want. “Also, if you’re at our place, you can participate in the celebrations,” the chameleon brings up, a snort following.

“Vector’s throwing a party, I take it?”

“Certainly. There’ll be music and stuff, food if we can spare it, some games… Everyone is invited.”

“That includes us both.” With a final nuzzle Silver pulls away, Espio’s hand floating up to curl around the hedgehog’s. “Then let’s go,” the other grins; and Silver always looks so much more radiant when happy, Espio falling right in line beside him.

Towards their victory, and their future together, and the celebrations they deserve.

@espilver-week ^-^

[staygoldpbj]

current planned fics

two-bit centric, after jft and he was jumped, his guilt :3

post canon au, pony comes out to soda, brothers <3 (+ pbj /r)

modern au, pony johnny two-bit and soda go to bookstore, fluff & silliness

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Trick or treat, Narnia, Pevensie sibling + "You did so good. Don't worry,you-you did so good'

Peter dropped his sword and stumbled backwards. His knees trembled, struggling to keep him up and when Susan jumped down from the tree and threw herself at his neck, they both fell to the ground. Only then did the reality of the whole situation hit him and he felt his breath leaving his body.

"Susan..." he choked out her name.

His vision went blurry and the event of the past minutes swirled in a nauseating whirlpool before his eyes. Lucy, paler than paper, running for her life. Susan, pursued by the bear-sized wolf and hanging on the tree mere centimetres from his jaws. Their fight, the fangs, the claws, the weight of the dead body on his chest. The blood.

He squeezed his eyes shut and let the tears roll down his cheeks.

This whole time Susan has been whispering a litany of "thank you"s where her face was pressed against his arm.

"I was... so scared," he finally managed through clenched teeth.

"Me too," Susan whispered back and he heard her voice break.

He grasped the fabric of her dress on her back even tighter.

"I thought I was going to lose you. I- I had no idea if I can save you."

She finally pushed away and looked into his tear stained face with her own eyes, red from the same tears.

"But you did." A smile was fighting on her face with the still present terror. "You saved me and- and you did so good. Don't worry you- you did so good. You're a hero, Pete."

She grabbed his hands and shook them slightly. And when she held them, slowly, they stopped shaking.

Happy halloween! I hope it's fine that I didn't include all four of them and thank you for the request!

[navysealt4t]

26 and 29 for the august drabble prompts? :]

i only used one of the prompts ("ruined mascara") for this lil fic, i hope that's okay anon :]

here's a little fic full of 4 AM transgender feelings <3 hope y'all enjoy some transgender chip and jay <3

[inspiringraisin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hi-Fi RUSH (Video Game), Bayonetta (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chai & Korsica (Hi-Fi RUSH), 808 & Chai (Hi-Fi RUSH), Rodin & Viola (Bayonetta), Chai (HI-FI RUSH) & Viola (Bayonetta), add another new relationship tag i made god bless Characters: Chai (Hi-Fi RUSH), Viola (Bayonetta), Rodin (Bayonetta), Korsica (Hi-Fi RUSH), 808 (Hi-Fi RUSH), peppermint and mac are in here too but not very much, and cnmn Additional Tags: Crossover, first time reall doing a crossover fic for some ~self indulgence~, that isn't the warriors/sonic fic i wrote when i was 12 lost to time, iykyk, Rated T for language, spoilers for Hi-Fi Rush and Bayonetta 3 Summary:

After Kale Vandelay's defeat at the hands of a twenty-something with a teleporting cat, Chai decides his next course of action in his tumultuous life is not to fight his way back up to the top of Vandelay and become its next CEO. No, it's arguably the next hardest thing: school.

Armed with his new defect, a brick shithouse of a smartphone, and a modicum of musical knowledge, he fulfills his dream of living his university life and being a rock star while beating up a baddie or three.

And somehow, even through all that, he wasn't the only one.