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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 3BEDO SANDWICH !  
FROM: albedo, rubedo, fellbedo / reader
SUBJECT: you’re back home in mondstadt, and your three very identical, yet so different, lovers have come to welcome you back. in their own special way, of course ♡
(4some, selfcest, reader is referred to as they/them but has a cóck, overstimulation, overuse of heart lmao, made this sound like a doujinshi, rimming, nipple play, anál séx, humping, anál fingering, 3way kiss, you fuck all three of em) 
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You don’t know how normal it is for having a relationship with three boys who look exactly the same. 
You’d like to add that they’re also essentially the same, especially the first two, but you think Rubedo wouldn’t like that. Given his past and the inferiority complex he still displays towards the ‘perfect’ copy, it’d be best for you not to say anything like that at all. And, well, they’re really only the same in genetic makeup and looks… not so much in personality at all.
“I’m back!” You call into the cavern, slinging your backpack onto a nearby chair. It’s the same old books and shelves, potions boiling on the alchemy kit, and the half-done painting on the canvas. A familiar face pops from behind the makeshift bed you set up before, his teal eyes blinking widely at you.
You smile, immediately knowing who else could be behind that sweet and naive look. “Hello, Fell,” you coo, opening your arms wide to invite him. He springs right into them, nuzzling his face into your chest and wrapping his arm around your torso. You laugh slightly, combing his fluff hair.
“[Your Name],” he almost whines. “You were gone for so long… Didn’t think you’d come back at all.”
Ah. Fell’s pout pulls at your heartstrings, and a silent apology is given in the form of a tighter hug. To think you’re now this affectionate towards the Cryo Whooperflower that had posed as Albedo and attacked you and the Traveler before. He did try to kill the two of you and some others, but now that you know better, as he was just fulfilling the orders given to him by his creator. 
“Oh? Look who came back,” a biting voice snarks from behind you. You turn to look and see the other two enter the camp, as well as the glare from the red-tinted one as he crosses his arms at you. Speaking of creators, Rubedo’s eyes hold you in disdain as his scowl deepens. “You think you can just leave one moment and come back just like that, no consequences whatsoever? Who do you think you are?”
“Ru,” you sigh. “I’ve been sending letters to you guys while I was in Liyue. It’s not like I forgot about you guys.” Fell seems to hug you even tighter, so you soothe his pale blonde locks once again.
“Is that so? Then why haven’t I gotten any of them?” 
“Albedo?” You look at the last remaining homunculus, furrowing your brow in confusion. “Did you not give Ru or Fell any of my letters?”
“So you mail him but not me or Fell? This is blatant favoritism.”
“You’re not even a citizen of Mondstadt,” you pointedly state. “You don’t have an address to mail to.”
“I didn’t,” Albedo finally answers your question. He picks up the mentioned letters from his bag and waves it in the air as if nothing happened. “They never asked. You never told me.”
You sigh deeply, already feeling tired even on your first day back in Mondstadt. You know that’s not the case, if the sly smile he hides behind the mail is anything to go by. Calm and collected the Chief Alchemist may always seem, he had always been a tad possessive and jealous. The others are too, but Albedo’s position in life gives him advantages like the one right now.
Rubedo clicks his tongue at his copy. “Fell, let’s go. It’s clear these two don’t want anything to do with us.”
“H-Huh?” Fell cocks his head in confusion. “But I don’t wanna…”
“C’mon now, Ru.” You stretch a hand towards him, inviting him ito your arms too. “What if I make this up to you, hm? All of you.”
He huffs. “You’re sorely mistaken if you think you can just seduce me like that.”
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“Ngh— Ah, f-fuck ♡”
The rhythmic slap of skin against skin echoes throughout the cavern as you plunge your thick length into Ru’s warm ass over and over again. Muffled moans flutter from his mouth as he grips onto the sheets for some sort of stability, but it’s hard when you keep pushing his head down so you can fuck even deeper into him.
“Heh,” you snicker, seeing Ru’s dazed eyes while he helplessly moans like a slut. “How’s this for an apology, hm?”
Your words seem to snap him out from his mindless state, as his eyes suddenly focus and narrow back at you. “Y-you think that just ‘cause you’re good at s-sEX” —his voice cracks when you grind ito the part you know he loves so much— “that warrants forgiveness from me?”
“Well, Albedo and Fell seem to think so.”
Behind you, Fell humps his cock on your ass, mindlessly panting as he plays with his nipples. With no thoughts other than sex, he’s heedless of the drool coming from his lips. He flicks the tiny little nubs, puffy from the sessions you would endlessly torture them. Every flick and twist sends electricity through his body, spurting more precum on your ass until you’re absolutely dripping with it. Is this even pre anymore? you think, but your thoughts are cut off when the tip teases your entrance.
“F-Fell…” Your legs stutter, accidentally pushing deep into Ru. Surprised by the sudden change of rhythm, his legs kick the air, his back arching as he tries to welcome every inch you’re giving. “Y-You wanna… heh, you wanna come inside?”
Fell whines, a positively beautiful sound. He embraces you, nodding into your skin and looking up at you with teary eyes. “Wanna fuck you… wanna come inside…”
“Hngh, [Your Name]~ ♡“ The needy little one who’s currently bucking his hips as you finger his ass hasn’t stopped begging and whining for you ever since this fucking session started. “Deeper ♡ Fasterrr ♡ O-Oooh~♡” Albedo shudders when you curl your fingers into that spot and pump them harder. “Th-That’s it, haah, more of that, please!” 
You grin. “Poor thing, you’re absolutely debauched. Missed me that much?” 
Albedo nods while he continues to match the rhythm of your fingers. “Missed you, ah, so, so much ♡ Touched myself while I read your letters… Didn’t want the others to find out, so I hid it from them.” At this revelation, you pull your fingers out, and his eyes go wide at the emptiness. “Wh- What are you doing…? Don’t pull away, please. Need it, need it, need it…”
You slap his ass, the sound so sudden and hard it makes the others flinch. Albedo bites back his sob by stuffing his mouth with his fist. You massage the reddening flesh, looking at him disappointedly. “Bad boy… So you mean to say that you came all over my letters? Letters that I wrote for all three of you? The ones that don’t even have a trace of sex in them? Is sex really all that you can think of?” 
Albedo nods again, teary eyes silently pleading you for mercy. The slap that comes next burns even more, but a trickle of cum spurts from his hard cock anyway, and a muffled squeal comes from behind his fist.
Rubedo pins the huffing mess beside him with a judging look. “Did you really come all over their letters?” He pathetically nods, and Ru sighs. “Well, then I guess it’s a good thing you never showed it to Fell and I, then.” 
Fell peeks out from over your shoulder, pouting a bit. “I… I still would’ve liked to have read [Your Name]’s letters.”
“Don’t worry.” You kiss Fell on the cheek. “You’ve got plenty of time to read it later. For now,” you smile innocently at Albedo and Ru, but the dark look sends shivers up their spine. “I think you’re talking too coherently for my liking. Fell,” you look over and bend, opening up your slick entrance for him. “Would you like to fuck me?” 
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“Y-Yes! Haha, m-more, fucK! Give it to me!” Fell, obedient and docile as ever, follows your request thrusting faster and deeper into you. Albedo rides on your dick, his cock wagging back and forth as he desperately plunges himself over and over again on your length. Ru’s asshole puckers temptingly over your head while you lazily finger him. 
You swirl a tongue over his dick, kissing and only sucking only the tip while he licks and kisses yours everytime Albedo raises his ass. Your cum oozes out of Albedo’s hungry hole, giving him more to feed on as his lips hungrily search your cock for more.
“Haah…” Albedo looks down at his lookalike, blush all over his face. He can see the bulge protruding from his belly at this angle, as well as the erotic expression Rubedo has as he laps up your cum. “I–I can see your tongue… ♡” 
“What about it?” Ru raises a brow, looking up at him. “Want it on yours too?” 
Thoughts rush through Albedo’s mind, but he can barely process any of them as his mind only screams for more of that sweet, sinful sex. He nods, biting his lip as he stretches his asshole even wider. He leans back and looks at his ‘older brother’ pleadingly.
“Fuuck,” Ru groans. He licks a stripe up your dick and then dives right into the fluttering asshole. The blood rushes to his head as he tongue fucks Albedo together with your cock. He grips Albedo’s thighs tightly, spreading them out even more so he can have better access, and hungrily slurps everything right up.
“[Your Name]...” Cute little Fell whines from beneath you, his hands groping your chest as he continues to thrust right into you. Attention-seeking and needy, he guides your face to look at him. He plants a sweet kiss, one that doesn’t quite fix the messy sex you’re having now, and looks up at you lovingly. “M-Mail me too on your next trip, okay? You– You can mail it to the Dragonspine camp below… I’ll pick it up. Please?”
You giggle, kissing and moaning into his mouth as his length continues to pound away. “I’ll do that next time. Promise.”
His small smile makes your heart flutter, less in the hot and passionate way, but more of the innocent love type of way. “I’ll hold you to that. Ru was really anxious when you were gone… He tried to keep it down so that he wouldn’t worry me, but… but I could tell.”
“Sounds like him.” You plant a kiss, sweeter than the one before, and pull away. “I’ll make it up to you guys while I’m back in town.”
Fell sobs into Ru’s lap, his mind in overdrive as you overstimulate him with his fourth round of orgasm. His toes curl as you press harder into his ass, lost in the stimulation yourself. You know the limits of your lovers, so you press onward anyway. You’re too mindless right now to even care.
“R-Ru!” Fell sobs, staring pleadingly up at his creator. “T-Too much! [Your Name]’s too much! Tell them to slow d-dOWN!” He yelps when Albedo twists his nipples, and he grips Ru’s thighs even harder. “Ngh, ah, s-stop…! C-Can’t think anymore… Mm, ah ♡”
Ru only chuckles, stroking his counterpart’s hair soothingly. Most of the huffiness from you being away is now gone, having been thoroughly fucked by you, and he’s back to his calmer self. Ru usually matched Albedo’s temperament, though he had always been more prone to irritation. Now Ru was back to his calmer self. “You’re gonna be fine,” Ru coos. “It’s not like you need to think much, anyway. Now that [Your Name]’s back in town, we all know that all you’ll be thinking about is hogging their ass to yourself, right?”
“That’s not– ah!– That’s not t-true! I share [Your Name] with you guys too!”
“If I may intrude,” Albedo’s breath whispers on Fell’s sensitive ear, making him jolt in shock. “Last they were back from Sumeru, we had to keep your mouth in a muzzle so you can stop waking [Your Name] up on your tongue every day.”
Fell whines pathetically, blush covering his cheeks in shame. “I couldn’t help myself… I just missed them so much!” He throws a pitiful look at you, begging for your saving. “Y–You understand, right, [Your Name]? I love you that much, that’s why!”
“Mm, I don’t know,” you chuckle, giving your lovers a sly smile. “Don’t remember much of that at all. Care for a reminder?”
Ru shakes his head, but the fond if not mischievous smile is present on his face. “So insatiable,” he tuts, but he nevertheless reaches for your face and pulls you in for a kiss. “Maybe Fell will take you on that offer.”
“Oh, he will. Maybe even more,” Albedo chimes in, joining the mess of tongues as he clutches at your ass. The three of you suck and fuck each other’s tongues, the excess drool and spit dripping onto the red and throbbing cock down below. 
Gosh, he didn’t know that a three-way kiss could make him this turned on. He tacks that on to the list of the things he wants to do with you while you’re still here. 
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anjelicawrites · 4 months ago
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Serving in his true place
Summary: one lovely anon asked for a continuation to His True Place, with a focus on Aemond's possessiveness and breeding kink. And here we are, I hope you like it nonnie!!!
Pairing: dark!alpha!Aemond Targaryen x omega!Aegon II Targaryen.
Warnings: Alpha!Aemond, Omega!Aegon, dub con/non con (Aegon is a basement wife, basically), mpreg, unhealthy relationship, dark!Aemond, abusive!Aemond, possessiveness, knotting, breeding kink, lactation kink, fingering, Aegon gets called 'A good cocksucker' misogyny, reference to murder, mirror sex, cockwarming, tokophobia (fear of giving birth).
Previous part here!
NSFW and 18+ only please!
Aegon caresses his growing belly. He's sitting by the fire, almost dozing off as he waits for his brother, his alpha, to join him.
His alpha! The omega in him preens every time the thought of, finally, belong to such a strong alpha like Aemond, while the man, the, once, free man, frowns, his heart torn between what his own flesh and blood did to him, and the life growing in his belly.
He's grown fair large in the past few weeks, the Maester that monitors the pregnancy can't say if it's one, big, baby, or a litter of pups. Aegon has tried feel around with his hands, mostly when he felt the kicking, to no avail: he shall find out on the birthing bed.
He stands up as abruptly as the big belly lets him, anxiety curling its nasty fist around his stomach: how did Helaena manage? He wasn't present during the birth, he was drinking himself into a stupor, fearing he had to decide to have her belly cut open, if the need ever arose.
At least she had their mother by her side.
A lonely tear tumbles down his cheek at the thought of Alicent whom he hasn't seen for months. Aegon doesn't know if she refuses to meet him, her heart full of contempt for what her older son has become, or if it's Aemond possessive nature that keeps her away.
Aegon had always believed than Aemond, for being an alpha, was quite restrained in his deeper urges to own and protect, to attack the enemy and chase them until he could taste blood, now he's not so sure. Aegon understands that, now, Aemond's alpha nature drives him to protect his pregnant omega and unborn offspring, amidst a war, but he had imprisoned him in his omega role even before Aegon had fallen pregnant. He was still free to roam the Red Keep, but always under Aemond's watchful eye and was never to leave the castle. He couldn't go to Flea Bottom or ride Sunfyre on his own. He couldn't oppose him during the Small Council, or he would pay the consequences later. Was he protecting him back then, or making sure Aegon's world became smaller and smaller with every passing day?
Aegon yearns for his freedom and fears what Aemond would do to punish him, if he ever tried to flee again; his body shudders at the memory of the brutal fucking he was subjected to for the whole night, how he hadn't lost the pregnancy is still a mystery to him.
Like an afterthought his hand caresses his belly: all his life he had despised that he couldn't live, freely, as a omega, that his gender and role deprived him of what he truly wanted.
The alpha was good to us, the omega in him says, he said he was sorry and has given us this beautiful nest.
Aegon can't deny that. After that 'accident', Aemond had never lifted his hand in anger at him again, he didn't bed Aegon for over a week, making sure he wasn't sore anymore, and that his anger hadn't hurt the pup. Even amidst the war, he had bought him soft pillows and blankets, rich fabrics and clothes Aegon could use to tun his chambers, their chambers, into the perfect nest.
But Aemond kept the keys, and Aegon had spent days banging at the walls, desperate to find a way out; even now he yearns for the sun and fresh air.
Aegon knows it's Aemond protective nature winning, and the fact that no one must ever know Aegon's true presentation, or their cause would lose all support immediately, that had moved Aemond's hand. Aegon is well aware that his alpha wakes up in the middle of the night, from nightmares and manages to fall back asleep after having made sure Aegon is still safe, by his side. He is not blind and deaf to the immense pressure Aemond has to face at Court and on the battlefield, that Aemond is still keeping it together astounds Aegon who knows, would have probably drunken himself into a stupor to manage.
Aegon understands he should be content not to have to play king anymore, he does! He spends hours simply feeling the pup growing inside of him, imagining how they will look like, how they will grow up alongside their dragon: one day him and Sunfyre will take to the skies with the child, to teach them how to ride their dragon. It's just the way it all started, he tells himself, it's just that, and how things are going now, isn't it? If only he could have gotten this, without the rest, that's the issue, the only problem there is, right?
Aemond is a considerate alpha, he thinks, who doesn't shy away from the ravenous sexual hunger that possess Aegon almost every waking hour. He loves Aegon's changing body, kisses his tummy with reverence and spends hours sucking on his tits, promising he would drain them of milk, before the pup is born. When he's rooted inside of him, he kisses the mating scar and tells Aegon his belly will never be empty, that he will make sure a new litter will grow as soon the old is out, and the omega in Aegon preens with happiness.
Aemond hungers for his brother, whom he wakes with his long fingers in his wet hole almost daily, whom he praises for being always needy and ready for his cock and knot, whom drains his stones until Aemond can't give him anymore of his alpha seed. The only thing that Aemond hates is that they can't fuck face to face, not with such a big belly in the way, but Aemond is a man brimming with ideas, who has servants put a huge mirror right in front their bed, so he can see Aegon's blessed out face when he fucks him doggy or laying behind him, also he can look at his tummy, so round and tented, when he has his brother cockwarm him after a long day at Court.
Aemond doesn't care about his omega servicing him with his mouth, even though Aegon is a skilled cock sucker, all he wants is open his breeches, sit down in front of the mirror, and slowly impale his whiny brother on his aching cock, until he's bottomed out and Aegon looks already ruined; only then he undoes the laces of the big shirt he wears, to free his torso and start caress his belly and play with his tits, basking in the sounds of want Aegon makes. He's his mate but Aemond can't stop repeating to himself how much of a whore for his cock his omega is. He'd do anything to be filled and taken and, if the Gods were truly merciful, they would have made Aemond firstborn, so that he could have taken Aegon as his spouse (which he will do as soon as the war ends). The Lords and Ladies, the Maesters, they all would all be horrified, but who would have the courage to tell the man who rides the biggest dragon in the known world, that he can't marry another man? Aegon isn't a man, after all, he's an omega, more akin to women than anything else: like them his place is near the fire, ready to take care of his alpha, to accept his knot and birth him healthy pups that will bring forth their line. Women and omegas alike aren't made for anything else, even alpha females should know their place, which is. a step behind their spouse. He can see that in the way Aegon used to act, and how content he is now, that he only has to think about the pup or, Aemond hopes, pups growing inside of him: he was so unhappy when he had to pretended to be an alpha, how inept he was at the role that Aemond still can't understand how he wasn't discovered immediately. Now that his only concern is when Aemond will come back to fill his hungry hole with his cock, Aegon looks relieved.
For sure there had been that little 'accident', but that's all forgotten after Aemond had punished him thoroughly. At the thought of the sweet sounds of pain and despair Aegon had made while he was being brutally fucked, Aemond's breeches tighten with want: he can't wait to have him like that again, to fuck him until Aegon begs to stop, that's too much, that it hurts, only to push his face in the pillows and keep going until the sun rises, and Aemond is sure Aegon is pregnant again.
Aemond is a literate man, who has risen over his baser alpha instincts, yet he can't put into words how much Aegon's pregnant body entices him, how control slips from his fingers at the sight of his brother: even after a long day, he needs him, needs to be planted inside of him.
Tonight is no different.
Aemond is back, after discussing and making plans, he's nursing a nasty headache that seems to expand from his damaged side all around his head; all he should be wanting is to fall asleep, yet, when he sees Aegon already in bed, as curled up on his side as his big belly lets him, everything is forgotten but the erection growing in his breeches and the cinnamon smell of Aegon. Hastily Aemond undresses and slides under the covers to place his body flush against his omega's warm one, his right hand possessive on his tummy, his cock straining for Aegon's wet hole.
Half asleep Aegon says his name, not surprised by his alpha's carnal needs: earlier in the morning he has been awoken by Aemond's fingers in his wet hole and has been fucked until his alpha had to leave him for Court duties.
"Beg me for it." Aemond commands in his ear, curling his fingers cruelly in Aegon's tight hole. "Please." His voice is sleepy and cracks with need. "Please fuck me alpha? Please I need it so bad!"
He's not lying, as soon as he has smelt Aemond's scent, that underlying want he had been feeling for the whole day has turned into a raging inferno in his loins.
Aemond makes him beg and whine as he slides his erection against Aegon's hole, wetting it using his honey, until his bulbous head had forced its way inside Aegon's hole.
"Always so fucking tight for me. I can fuck you daily and it always feels like the first time." He groans, making the omega inside of Aegon blush.
It's not his fault that the added pressure of his pregnant belly makes his body so difficult to breach, not that Aemond cares. He grabs his leg to open him up and starts to move, slowly, leisurely, feeling every ridge of Aegon's hole around his impossibly hard cock.
"I can't wait to suck on your milk, omega, relive the pressure after the pup is fed and asleep. You will make so much for us, will you not?"
Aegon can't respond, his brain already in the gutter the second Aemond had started moving, slowly, aiming at dangling him over the precipice for as long as possible, opening him to his ownership once again: he wants his knot, wants to be stretched to the brim to accommodate him and fall asleep like that, full and buzzing with pleasure.
"I can't wait to knock you up again. I will have to fuck you constantly, will I not? Fill your tight little hole with my cum again and again and then knot you to make sure it takes. We'll have to wait though, until that cunt is dead, then I will have you everywhere. You'll sit on my knot during Council, silent and full. I will fuck you on the Iron Throne before hearings and let you play pretend to be king with my seed leaking down you legs or, perhaps, I will use one of your toys to make sure none of it gets wasted." "Yes! Yes!" "Everyone will see that you carry my youngs. Many alphas will try to woo you, and I will cut their head off and then fuck you next to their bodies. Would you like that, show to the world that you carry my blood line? That's me who has fucked another pup inside of you?"
Aemond is delirious with pleasure now, in his fantasies he's already knocking his omega up, his womb is absorbing his seed to make sure it grows, his tits are already leaking with the milk he will have to suck as he fucks another baby in Aegon's belly.
Aegon's body crashes in Aemond's hold, the orgasm flatlines his brain, the vise of his hole so tight the alpha can barely fit his big knot, before shooting his thick load in. Still hungry, Aemond keeps grinding against Aegon's spent body as he falls asleep, tired and full; slowly his hand massages one enlarged tit, playing with the dark nipple, until a tear of milk appears. Ravenous Aemond brings it to his mouth, humming at the sweet taste: he has to end this war soon, so that he can drag his omega with him everywhere, to sate his hunger, as he should.
Ewanverse taglist: @vhagar-balerion-meraxes @zaldritzosrose
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whorediaries-09 · 1 year ago
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delicate
pairing: sirius black x reader warning: self-harm, hurt-comfort, angst, fluff, friends to lovers a/n- you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same.
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you hear your name being called out through the cackles of wood fusing up in the fierce flame of the fire. your numb eyelids flutter as your open your eyes. your throat feels sore and lips dry.
'yes?' you whisper, a harshness in your voice due to the dryness of your throat. your eyes avert around the common room, the notes for your upcoming O.W.L.S spread on your lap. you had been revising for history of magic-a dull subject really which had been the cursed lullaby that made you fall asleep.
'who is it?' you speak, louder than the last time, squinting in the dim light to look out for the face of the speaker.
'it's me,' a familiar voice answers. you raise your eyebrow questioningly, a tired throb seizing your forehead.
'me who?' you question.
'oh-me james.' the voice calls out. you sigh.
'james, there's no one in the common room. get rid of your cloak will you?'
'um-i'm here to carry you back to the boy's dorm.'
you squint. you stack all your notes on your lap and press them to your chest, getting up from the chair.
'huh? why?' you question, 'on second thoughts, let me drink some water first will you?'
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'ruddy leave me the fuck alone,' he rumbles. the nimb candlelight shapes his razor sharp cheekbones, the slight stubble on his cheeks and porcelain skin. his wet eyelashes flutter, his hair in a messy bun as he sniffs softly. he sits at the corner of his bed post, white sheets sprawled around, stained in blood. you try to hold his hand, examining his fresh scar.
gingerly, you tuck a stray flyaway behind his ear.
'sirius?' you whisper, tenderly, almost motherly. his sniffs harder at your voice. you crawl closer to him, trying to make eye contact, but he doesn't look at you. he stares at the flick of the candle. you stare at his lips which mumble constantly, something incoherent.
'sirius,' you whisper, however with a firm tone in your voice. you don't realize when it happens, or how it happens, but before you can blink, you feel the weight of his arms around your shoulder and him pulling you closer to his chest as he sobs into your hair.
you listen to the rest of your friends' footsteps fading from the dorm.
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his voice is thick as he speaks, head on your lap. you braid charmed flowers into his hair. he tousles with the drawstring of his pajamas, moonlight basking his features,
'you know, you could be a great mother,'
you smile, slapping softly on his forehead.
'ouch,' 'that's for being the smuggest tosspot.' you say, offering him s nudge on his nose.
'is that so?' he questions. 'yes.' there's a silence which hovers between the two of you as you interlock sections of his hair. you bite your lip, wrinkling your eyebrow as you fasten the rubberband on his hair.
'there, princess,' you wink. he offers you a weak smile, blankly staring in your eyes. you smile, locking your hand with his,
'you know, i've always admired your bravery. as a matter of fact, i've always admired you.' he pushes a finger upon your lips, silencing you.
'i'm not one to be admired.'
you reply, your lips brushing against his fingers, 'you are sirius,'
he breaths softly. you hear his heart thumping, the whooshing of the wind, the leaves dancing with it. you run your finger over a scar on his forehead. you don't realize you're doing it, however, you lean towards him. his warm breath fans over your face. goosebumps erupt on your skin, the smoke on his breath tantalizing your nostrils. his hand cups your face, bringing you closer to his. he whispers your name, his lips brushing against yours,
'do you want this?' your grip on his hand tightens as butterflies attack your stomach. his fingers tuck your stray hairs behind your ear as you whisper,
'yes. i do want this. i do want you.'
that's all it takes for him to capture your lips with the sweetest sin of pleasure.
ps- is anyone interested in a dark sirius black fic 😳😰
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majulians-groupie · 15 days ago
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✨️Winged MC xM3 hc✨️
Hello guys!!!!I am actually alive,it is just that work and uni are lowkey consuming all of my free time,so I have kind of neglected a few things...along with this blog :((((
BUT here I am to reply to an ask about a winged MC!I actually accidentally posted this mid-making it and had to delete it,so tumblr won't let me use the ask system again, but yeah,my lovely anon, sorry for taking so long to reply!🩷😭
SOO....
TO THE HEADCANNONS:
Intro:
●Vesuvia is not exactly the most open minded society when it came to magic and supernatural stuff in general.Being "conventionally" different was pretty much frowned upon and ought to get you some stares,but actually having wings on your back,was unfortunately something that gave you much unwanted negative attention.That unfortunately, could quickly escalate to dangerous situations,because quite frankly people can be cruel to things they don't understand.Because of this,you would always have to conceal your wings either with your outfit or magic,whenever you were in a place where there would be more people than your entrusted inner circle.●
Julian:
He first caught a glimpse of them when he was healing you from that eel bite,but knew better than to ask indiscreet questions.Magic was not something that he was very comfortable with,but always knew he had to be respectful.As a doctor he has had to patch up way too many people with supernatural abilities that fell victims to attacks,so he knew asking you questions about your wings could be a triggering and way too personal of a subject.
•When you felt ready to have a heart to heart with him about them he was FASCINATED to say the least
•"Wait are they ACTUALLY part of your anatomy?Oh my god can you consciously move them?Do they differ for each winged person?Do they work like muscles,getting strained when overusing them and sore when you don't?Do kids have to be taught to use them or does it just come naturally to them?DO THEY CHANGE COLOR?"(
(Honestly so many questions,prepare yourself for endless yapping that will however warm your heart,as you had been afraid of what his reaction would be)
•"Umm...could I..um...from a CLEARLY medical point of view-if you are OK with it of course-...take a look at them?ONLY if it's okay I mean..."*blushes*
If during this convo you initiate any romantic move towards him,prepare for him to blush even more if possible.
•Again, he would be completely FASCINATED,you would actually manage to lure him into researching about other supernatural beings out of mere curiosity of what's out there.
•He indeed asks you if there is any specialised doctor/healer in case they get injured.
•You will have to reassure him for like a thousand times that your wings will NOT break from his all-encompassing hugs before he iniates them again.
•Torn between amazed and scared to death when he sees you flying
"Oh my god I CAN'T LOOK" *peeks through his hands*
•When he gets used to the concept,he will ask you to take him for a flight around.
Will definetely be the first person to ever create a birds eye pov map of vesuvia
•Just for the dramatics,he loved to throw glitter on yout wings that made you create little sparkly clouds whenever you moved them.He added "fairy" to the endearment terms he uses for you after that.
•Whenever his insomnia or his anxiety hit him hard,you would embrace him and cover him protectively with your wings,something that was able to miraculously help him calm down.
•Flying around with Malak was your new favorite way of unwinding
•Your loudest defender if you somehow ended up being discriminated and always ready to comfort you if anybody manages to get under your skin.
Asra:
●He always knew about the existence of winged people,but actually meeting one,he was super excited to say the least.He honestly wished he had wings as well,flying looked super cool and you could travel whenever you wanted.
"Asra, you know that just like walking,the ARE limits to how much time you can spend flying right?"
"....Welp......still COOL"
•When he first revived you,he spent a lot of time teaching you everything you had ever told him about them,and tried to research as much as possible.His biggest desire was for you to be able find yourself again,and that meant being entirely comfortable in your own skin.
•So proud to see you fly for the first time after your revival.He actually teared up,it was really then that it sinked in that he actually managed to get you back.
•Having to actually tell you for the first time that people may not accept you or discriminate you because of them was one of the most difficult discussions he ever had to have with a person.The timing was close to your revival,so you were still genuinely naive about the world.He could swear he saw something changing in your gaze,as if some of your faith in the world faltered.Teaching you concealment spells was heartbreaking, as he could read your dissapointed expression from a mile away,but had to explain to you that it was for your own safety.
•HEAR ME OUT:Levitation spells that were able to make him fly together with you at small heights for a short amount of time.Honestly your favorite activity to do together,you often to do it when you need a break from reality.
JUST IMAGINE THEM *midair kisses* FJNFISSBD😭😭
•Just like Julian,he would melt under your touch if you covered him with your wings protectively mid-cuddling and would fall asleep instantly when you did. (NOt that he needed much assistance to take a nap but still)
•Cuteness overload when your wings corresponded with your emotions.Could always tell when your were feeling down.
•Would create handmade crochet accessories for them.(You can not convince me Asra does not enjoy knitting)
●As a person who also receives hate for their magical gift,he would know how to be there for you in case anything similar happened to you.
Nadia:
●Honestly,she lowkey fangirled over you,and it was so funny to see the usually serious and held back countess so out of character.She had heard about the existence of people that could fly from fairytales and stories her parents used to tell her when she was a kid,and always wanted to be meet one.
•Can't comprehend why on earth would you conceal your beautiful wings.Because of her marriage with Lucio and her being asleep for 2 years,she has been unfortunately a little bit sheltered from the world.As you open your heart to her,sharing past bad experiences with people,she gets genuinely angry,not believing how uneducated people can be.Apparently vesuvia is more behind the times than prakra than what she originally thought, and that goes far beyond illiteracy
•Looks at you with such wonder that makes you realise how stupid you were for ever fearing that she may abandon you for such a stupid reason. 
•It took a while to convince her to try flying around while carrying her.As opposed to Julian,she was thrilled seeing YOU fly,but was very hesitant to try it herself.
•Eventually you convince her,but she will never admit that she actually was clinging to you for dear life the entire time
•She CAN and she WILL spoil you with gifts that match your wings.Clothes,jewelry,accessories  etc,anything that she sees and reminds her of your beauty
•Nobody at court would ever dare to be discriminative towards you,knowing they would have to deal with the countess' wrath afterwards.It is important to mention that Nadia has made clear that anybody who was  supportive of such beliefs had no place working in the palace.
•The legend of the countess' magical winged-partner quickly spreads through vesuvia after your first public appearance together.You would lowkey endorse both to break stereotypes but also for just wanting to hear the crazy stories and rumors about you:
"Did you know they could unlit  thousands of candles with just a flap of their wings?"
•Your previous bad experience makes her dig deeper in the problems concerning vesuvian community.She works hard as a countess to reset vesuvia's education system and pass laws that protect any group of people that could possibly be targets to violence.
Soo...that was it!I hope you enjoyed reading!Sorry for any grammar mistake,English is not my native language!
Take care vesuvians🩷✨️🪷
Eva♡
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@sephaeroth asked: “this isn’t up for discussion. i know you’re used to looking out for yourself, but i need you to understand that you don’t have to live like that anymore. i’m here. for as long as i’m around, i’m going to come between you and anything that wants to hurt you.”
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It's beautiful, he thinks - how the rain hammers against the small windows of his apartment, the beauteous haze that clings to buildings and pavements alike from the sheer volume of water falling from the heavens. The most petite of rainbows could be seen within the dissipating splashes, a softened fog filling in as precipitation heightened and temperatures dropped. It is this beauteous view that has Vaux quietly transfixed from the comfortable confines of his small couch, knees drawn up to his chest, lithe blanket wrapped around shoulders; small comforts always appreciated given that he was yet on an apprentice wage that scarce allowed him to cover his rent.
He's exhausted, it's written clearly over features that no longer hold any makeup, in how his hair has been pulled back into a loose ponytail, in how he's perfectly content in not doing much at all - but the latter is likely due to the company he keeps.
Tired eyes tun toward Sephiroth, the low light of the room and the endless greys that project from the outdoors only heighten the utter beauty of his eyes, and in a quiet moment does Vaux simply smile toward the side of his face he can see, the hammering of his hesrt briefly overshadowing the thunderous rain.
He shimmies closer, adjusts how he's holding the blanket and chooses to tuck one side around the other - not that he thinks Sephiroth is cold, in fact he's never particularly been given reason to think he even feels the cold with how many times he's seen him pacing in the pouring rain - but he does so on a front of cosiness and comfort. It was nice, wasn't it? Just... Sitting there, wrapped in a blanket, briefly hidden from the world.
A partial conversation from earlier, however, reignites and Vaux finds he can only drop his gaze and pick briefly at fingernails in dire need of being repainted. He knows he ought not take such as a personal attack or belief he couldn't care for himself, he knows that Sephiroth doesn't mean his concern in such a way, but Vaux still struggles to let go of his need to care for himself, rely only on himself. It had always been much the same, even since a child, and he had only gotten more ingrained into those habits as he had gotten older. Anyone he had tried to trust in the past had only shown him reasons why he ought not have, and he was forever petrified it would happen again.
He eases out a soft sigh, choosing to stick to his silence for a moment longer, the staring of his eyes seeing only elements of the past, even as hangnails offer the daintiest picks if blood from his nervous picking and a soreness grows. He doesn't particularly enjoy the subject of conversation, especially not after being partially followed home from work and threatened, after having to desperately think upon his feet to try and get away - and, frankly, Vaux didn't think it would have been quite as happy an ending as it was had Sephiroth not shown up when he had. Not everything Vaux could manage alone, in fact... A lot of things he couldn't, but what other choice did he have?
"Well... If any other creeps start routinely following me home again, you'll be the first to know." He tries to keep a light-hearted tone but it dies upon his tongue, and in a temporary silence does he chance a look at Sephiroth once again, unable to deny the safety he felt when around him.
In his silence, Vaux exhaled another rather slow breath and then reaches out for the closest of his company's hands, choosing to timidly interlace fingers while his consciousness scrambled for some kind of explanation he could offer, a small insight. He wouldn't usually offer such to anyone, not for any reason the planet could ever present, but in that moment he felt as if it was the very least that Sephiroth deserved.
"I've always had to look after myself, for the most part. Even since a kid, my parents weren't really interested in anything I might need." It was horrid to admit, as if it solidified that reality that he so often repressed and attempted to forget. He didn't need it affecting his future, but it always seemed to one way or another."I spent... A long while in hospital when I was about six, it was what discovered my epilepsy and immunity problems... For the entire time I was there, I didn't see them once. Anything I needed... I just had to sort it for myself, one way or another." A difficult feat for a sick boy so young.
"After that, my father came to the understanding I'd definitely never follow him into the military like he had been trying to condition me for, and so he had entirely lost interest in my wellbeing - and my mother had never wanted children, anyway, so she housed no interest. The only help I ever got was from the nanny, but she was usually too busy-- so I learned to look after myself. Paid for my own education by working... " All while his sister had been given everything. It was a bitter comparison he would rather forget. "The older I got... The more the world reminded me of why I should only rely on myself... And eventually I just forgot how to ask for help."
He lightly squeezes Sephiroth's hand, as if reminded himself of the link to the present, of a true comfort that remained. Maybe it was time he opened his heart properly again, dared to trust someone even when almost every fiber of his being warned against lessons learned in the past, be it distant or more recently.
"I trust you, you know..." He murmurs, drawing a deep breath slowly inward through nostrils, the offering of that fragment of truth remarkably difficult to speak aloud, but he hoped that Sephiroth could see the true weight and value of it. Vaux didn't trust anyone, and to gain it was an immense rarity.
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"Suppose I'm just... Afraid of wasting your time. Most things turn out to be nothing... And I know you're usually so busy." He didn't want to become a problem, didn't want to be a drain or an inconvenience: His greatest fear was becoming too needy or reliant that he ended up pushing his dear company away. But one could argue the same for being so distant, too.
Vaux leans against Sephiroth's side, decidedly quiet for some few moments longer as he relies everything he had just spoken, the rawness of it throbbing in his chest. He cannot recall a time of late that he had offered so much truth, so much of himself in honesty and connection. In fact, he has to think back a few years to remember the last time - and that alone fills him with discomfort.
"I don't want to pull you away from anything more important, is all..." Or put Sephiroth in a position to have to decline for one reason or another because he isn't around or has something more important he has to tend to. Be it by his own decision or Shinra's.
"Besides---" He makes an attempt at a smile, a half-laugh: "I'm almost certain that I'm the one that causes myself the most hurt... And as amazing as you are, darling, I don't think you can come between me and my own thoughts." A huff, another small smile: "But... I promise I'll message next time... If I feel unsafe or I'm being followed or something like that. Or if the world starts ending or something, too-" Even if Sephiroth couldn't be there, maybe he could offer him some useful advice on what to do, to keep himself safe until he either could be there or until Vaux could get to some semblance of safety. It wasn't a nice scenario to think about but after the sheer fear he had felt upon being followed again, but closer that time... It did bring him comfort to know that he could actually reach out.
"On one condition - - " He then adds with a sense of seriousness to his voice, head canting back just enough to look up towards his company's face: "You promise to find me or call me if you need me? Doesn't matter what the time or the day is." Because Vaux cared so immensely, and though he knew that Sephiroth often couldn't share specifics about what obviously drained him at times, Vaux could at least listen to what he could, or even simply offer comfort or company in place of any explanation. He knew, from a personal point of view, how Sephiroth's company acted like a balm to the woes and difficulties of his life, Vaux wanted to be able to offer the same in turn... Even if it was just cosy nights like that, sat close upon the couch, watching the rain.
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azikarue · 2 years ago
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MayBlade 2023 : Day 2 : School
TyHil | FFN Rating: K+ | FFN Link ❖ “I know you’re going with a spring theme, Hilary, but isn’t the canopy of cherry blossoms a bit much?”
Tyson realized his mistake as soon as the words left his mouth. He didn’t need to hear Hilary’s annoyed sigh or to see that he’d asked right as they crossed the halfway point of their time-consuming task. No, he’d known Hilary long enough to know he messed up without any physical evidence to prove it.
“You know what, forget I said anything,” he amended, taking an obedient step forward as Hilary’s legs flexed twice against his neck.
“Smart,” Hilary said dryly and ruffled his hair before reaching up, from her perch on his shoulders, to pin more flowers to the ceiling.
Tyson squeezed her knees in response. “And I’m not even the one in college.”
While Tyson had taken a more relaxed approach to his future – beyblading, working hand-in-hand with the BBA in whatever capacity he could, and training under his grandpa to one day take over the dojo for him – Hilary had always been destined for higher education.
She was a couple of years into her university experience now, and had recently run into Miss Kincaid in town. The subject of Hilary’s future career had come up in discussion and, one thing leading to another, Miss Kincaid had invited Hilary to help out in her classroom for some hands-on experience.
Hilary leapt at the chance, and put her all into it, like she did with everything she set her mind to.
Tyson felt a little sorry for the students and Miss Kincaid alike when he thought back to his own time with her in school. In fact, if their old teacher knew that Tyson was here, alone in her classroom with Hilary, helping drape chains of fake cherry blossoms from the ceiling, she’d probably fear for the integrity of the building.
In Hilary’s own words, she’d nearly had a heart attack when she found out her most memorable set of classroom rivals were a couple.
“If I’m getting too heavy for you, just say something, Tyson.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve told you to move three times now.”
Tyson snorted. The familiar annoyance lacing her voice took him back to the eighth grade in a way the classroom by itself could never.
“Aye aye, Wicked Witch. Your dream is this lowly flying monkey’s command,” he teased and stepped forward.
“Ha ha,” Hilary answered dryly, unwrapping a length of flowers from around Tyson’s neck and reaching up to attach it to the ceiling.
They kept at it, in a constant rhythm of Tyson pacing and Hilary unwrapping and pinning and urging him forward again. Once they reached the edge of the classroom, they started on another row, with a fresh chain of flowers, and so on and so forth.
Tyson behaved for the most part, only pretending to lose his hold on her or pinching her thighs when it wouldn’t mess her up too badly. They had less than a dozen rows to go when he noticed Hilary was beginning to slouch.
“Let’s take a break,” she groaned, pinning one final flower. “My neck is killing me.”
“Don’t need to tell me twice.”
Tyson was strong enough to hold her, but they’d been at it so long that his muscles ached when he switched positions to help Hilary off of his shoulders and onto a nearby desk. When he turned around and held out his arms, she took the hint and fell forward into his embrace so he could lower her safely to the floor.
His hands lingered on her waistline afterwards. She didn’t protest.
“Thanks,” she sighed and rolled her neck to get the kinks out. “Just let me get a drink of water and then we can get back to work.” She slid out of his grip, almost apologetically, and fetched her water bottle from the teacher’s desk.
“Well, I could use a deep tissue massage.” Tyson said, as he stretched his sore muscles and followed her. “You might think its easy maintaining peak human form and maximum strength, but even World Champions need some upkeep every once in a while.”
Hilary rolled her eyes. “Let me guess: that ‘upkeep’ includes no fewer than five square meals a day?” she asked sarcastically, holding her water out to him in offering.
“Not including snack breaks,” he confirmed with a wink. He took a couple gulps of water, before setting the bottle aside. “You know, I think I’ve missed one of each since we’ve been here. So, you’re welcome.”
“Thank you for your noble sacrifice.” Hilary rolled her eyes and hoisted herself up to sit on the desk. “Remind me and I’ll buy you lunch on the way home.”
Tyson grinned and hopped up next to her. “Thank goodness you’re nicer on the other side of eighth grade,” he said, unable to keep the smirk off his lips.
“Thank goodness the swelling in your head went down so you could fit through the doorway to help me today,” Hilary countered.
“I’m just gonna say ‘you’re welcome’ so you don’t revert back to your old ways and rescind the lunch offer.”
“Well, what do you know – I guess you did learn something here, after all.”
Hilary was teasing, but her voice had an oddly nostalgic note to it that made him do a double-take. She was looking out at the desks, and he had the strange feeling it wasn’t the present-day classroom she was seeing. Slowly, so he didn’t startle her, he reached out and covered her hand with is own.
“Maybe we both did.”
Hilary turned to face him with a question in the crease of her brow. Before she could ask it, Tyson captured her lips with his.
She relaxed into the kiss almost immediately and Tyson took the chance to pull her closer over the polished surface of the desk. Miss Kincaid’s name placard got wedged between them and he knocked it to the floor in his haste to get it out of the way.
The clatter made Hilary jump. She opened her mouth – to scold him probably – and he took that as his invitation to deepen the kiss. He was rewarded with the feeling of her hands curling into the front of his shirt and a tiny squeak from the back of her throat.
It was weird, Tyson thought, that the person he would have given anything to be rid of when they first met, was the backbone of his life a few measly years later. And how now, he was back where they first crossed paths, making out with her on their teacher’s desk. Hilary tangled one of her hands in the hair at his nape and he decided it was a really good weird.
“Tyson…” she whispered against his lips, when they finally parted for air.
He kissed her again, chastely, then once more for good measure, not quite ready to give up the taste of her entirely. She hummed against his lips the second time, and he knew he had to stop if they had any hopes of getting out of the school before nightfall.
He pulled back, brushing the tip of his nose against hers on the way, and asked, “Are you ready to finish?”
At the mention of hanging more blossoms, she winced and rubbed at her neck. “You might have been right about it being too much.”
Hilary’s brown eyes met his, sheepishly, from under the sweep of her eyelashes. Her cheeks were flushed, hair and clothing more ruffled than when she’d first let them into the classroom. The overhead lights shone through the tiny paper flowers, dappling her skin with pink.
Tyson’s mouth went dry.
“I actually think it’s perfect,” he said and, against his better judgment, pulled her in for another kiss.
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tetsunabouquet · 9 months ago
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Heir To The Lands Chapter 22
Wishes for a Change of Heart Masterpost
Janus was waiting at the entrance, feeling rather impatient. Had he expected the First Heir to make his appearance after the attack, he would have chosen a different strategy. Now they had taken their prisoner- the Rosales boy and had all the evidence needed to declare war against the Seelie Court. If war was a chest board, they had made the opening move and it had been a wrong one. They had given too many of their information away. He should have gutted the Rosales boy instead of letting the Queen starve him for her own amusement. Faeries reminded him of what it was like to own Church, or probably any cat for that manner; they liked to play with their victim and tended to overdo it. Speaking of cats, he was fairly certain one had broken in again from the stench of cat urine lingering in what Janus could call the living room of the small palace. Perhaps Ash had been safer in the jungle, with no Princes of Hell, no powerhungry mothers and a legion of tigers willing to protect him. The amusing thought sparked shortly through his head, a lingering trace of the wit he used to have before he squashed it back down. His heart nearly sank in relief as he heard Ash come near. In this mess of a world, the boy's safety was the only thing besides Clary that had a chokehold grip on the organ, every other thing still left him feeling dull. Not a single of the childhood things that Ash tried to have him relive in the attempt to get an unguarded smile from what was his father-figure and Janus felt like a disappointment every time he saw the boy's hope falter. Ash was the only thing, the only person who was left with shreds of kindness and warmth even if they were subjected to Sebastian. That strength was certainly like Clary's and without it, Janus felt like he was falling. So by the time the boy reached him, he pulled him in for an embrace. "I am glad you haven't been wondering around Faerie." The words left Janus' lips before he could swallow them back and Ash melted into his worried arms, not unlike the child he first been when Annabel had presented Ash to them for the first time. "Did something happen?" Ash asked, playing dumb to keep that frail yet desperate warmth intact. Janus took a deep breath, considering how he should formulate his next sentence. He didn't wanted to keep secrets from the boy, but he didn't wanted to worry Ash or tell him about the rage currently boiling in the Seelie Court or how he suspected the Princes of Hell might see this as one of the Seelie Queen's shortcomings. Samael would not have Ash harmed, but Janus doubted he cared about the Queen's surival at this rate. The Queen wasn't perfect, but her death would hurt Ash. Janus never felt more at a loss for words as he stared in Ash's green eyes. The boy was dragged like a possession from household to another and Janus never had wanted this to happen all over again. "The First Heir escaped with the Rosales boy. The Princes are one step away from betraying your mother at this point, I don't think its wise to count them anymore." He stated honestly. Ash's eyes widened and he blinked, freezing in Janus' embrace. "You say we should betray the Princes of Hell first?" He asked, incredulous. Which Janus perfectly understood, because to betray them and step out of the deal first was going to be a difficult task. "We need to think of something. My suggestion is to leave the Court. There are still some properties of your grandfather that the Clave hasn't found yet. But to convince your mother to give up, that will be tough." Ash clenched his teeth, and Janus could see that same bitterness all over again, the one that had no trace of similarity to Clary. The bitterness that power would always be of the utmost importance to both his parents even when they embraced him. Power games had consumned his childhood like it was a tasty pizza to be eaten and Janus could see it was growing an ever sore point for Ash. Janus no longer cared for praying to the Angel, but he did in that instant, for the Seelie Queen and hoping she cared more for Ash in the end then her hunger.
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pomegranate-pen · 2 years ago
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Stranded. Chapter 6. The Game's Championship.
“so you got injured?!” Jason gasped.
“yep.” It's been about three days since Eggman's attack at the pet shop. After the whole ordeal, the place got crowded again and you were busy helping everyone out. Your body felt sore, yet your heart felt quite content. You were glad to finally show your veterinary skills and helping out all those adorable animals always felt nice.
A ringtone rose in Jason’s room, taking a glance, Jacob immediately grumbled and declined it. “who was that?” you rose a brow. Jason suddenly tensed up and avoided your gaze, scratching his neck awkwardly. “No one! No one at all!” he stressed out a laugh.
There was only one person Jason would avoid talking about with you these days. Heart feeling heavy and a bitter frown evident on your face, you sighed. “was it Louis?”
Jason huffed, gulping down some guilt and nodding. “Y-yeah..it was him. He keeps calling me, I think he noticed you’re missing here.” You hummed at that. “You know…Mom called too.”
“Oh? Really? Cool. Anyway-“ the last thing you wanted was to speak to your mother again. You’d rather jump in the lava beneath you instead. In a desperate attempt to change the subject, you bring up another question. “how's Brianna? Is she doing well?”
“she’s fine. Also, she said hi.” Jason quickly answered, going back to the main topic in his mind. “Y/n, you have to tell mom.” You clicked your tongue. A grumble came out of your throat as you looked away. “Why should I? It's not like she cares about anything I do.”
“yes she does!”
“no she doesn’t and you know it!” Jason scowled a bit. “ she might’ve cared for you, Jason. But barely ever for me. Whenever she even tried acting like she cared she just ended up making things worse!” your shoulder slouched and your throat felt like its passage was blocked. “don’t tell me you forgot about the Cecilia book.”
Jason falls silent, murmuring to himself a bit in confusion. Racking through the library of memories stacked in his brain. Suddenly, he jolts up a bit in satisfied realization but soon enough, that satisfaction becomes bitter as he grimaces over the memory. “Yeah…” he nervously laughed, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “I-I remember that…you cried a lot after it.”
Taking a sharp breath, you bit back your tongue from saying anything harsh. Knuckles balling up into fists and tongue feeling like sandpaper, you tried your best to calm down. Feeling annoyed and awkward from the situation now and knowing how stubborn Jason can be, you immediately brought up an excuse to leave. “A-anyway, Jason, I gotta go now. Amy’s probably waiting for me.” Jason nodded in understanding. Though a disappointed frown was evident on his face. “alright then, see ya!”
“Yeah, see ya.”
With a few clicks and taps, your computer was turned off and closed.
Getting up, you put the computer back in your backpack and took out a rope from it. The item belonged to Tails at first, but now that you have to go up and down the summit at times, he let you borrow it.
Still, it was so tense. You were not a professional at this nor was it a normal daily thing for you. Climbing up and down the rope hoping for the best was sure to kill you at some point. But at the same time, you don’t want to bother anyone to help with this. Not Sonic with helping you climb up there, not Tails with using his helicopter for it or even Stciks to give you pro tips. You feel like you’ve just suddenly waltzed into their life wanting help. And even now, you feel like a bother to Amy. Sure your relationship is much better with her than it was before, yet you can’t help but feel guilt over it. The house barely has room for one person, let alone two.
Shaking your head, you gulped and set your feet down. Feeling relief from surviving that deadly situation, you walked down the mountain while trying to maintain your speed and not fall off. You hear a sigh a few feet away from you and turn your head to its source.
You see a small wolf kid, walking down the place and looking around in an urgent matter. Soon, the boy stops and his shoulders slouched. He groans in frustration. He suddenly notices your glance and brightens up. “Hey, Miss!” he walks up to you. “Have you perhaps seen a walrus walking around here?” you thought for a bit and shook your head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Could you please help me find him?”
“Well…I..” you really weren’t in the mood. Not to mention, your legs felt like jelly from your whole climb mere seconds ago. Yet, as the wolf looked at you with those common puppy dog eyes children use to manipulate adults with, you sigh in defeat. “Alright…I’ll help you I guess.” The boy grins.
The kid, named Kaden, explained the situation while you were both walking around the mountain in search of his friend. Apparently, the two were playing hide and seek, and now it was Kaden’s turn to seek. Yet, no matter where he looks, he can’t find him.
“did you check the other parts of the forest?” you asked. Kaden shook his head and spoke again. “We both agreed on only hiding around this area. If he’s hiding somewhere else then that’s cheating!”
A few minutes passed and there was still no sign of the walrus kid. You’ve checked all the bushes, behind all of the rocks around the place, and even climbed the tallest and biggest trees to see if he was hiding up there. still, nothing. Now you were getting worried. What if the kid got kidnapped or something? Looking back at Kaden, who was walking beside you with a determined face, you tapped his shoulder to get his attention. “hey kid, I think it's best if you admit you lost.” The boy’s eyes widen. “what? Why?!”
“well, if he’s still here, he’d hear you and get out of his hiding spot, if not, then we have to go and tell the other adults so we could all try to find him.” Honestly, who let these kids wander off to the forest with no one looking after them?! Aren't there some pretty dangerous animals here?
Kaden looked disappointed, sighing and walking a few feet away from you. “Alright! I give up.” He yells out, rolling his eyes. “Where are you?!”
Suddenly, a giggle could be heard, yet looking around, you don’t see the kid at all either. Soon, the walrus’ hand pops out of nowhere from the mountain’s walls, and in a second, he comes out with a grin.
Kaden looked at the scene with pure shock. You, on the other hand, felt relief wash over you at the sight. The kid’s safe and sound and seems completely unscathed. for a moment, you thought the kid was injured somewhere deep within the forest with no one to help him out.
“Ta-da!”
“How did you…w-what-“
“Look! Look!” the walrus grabs the wolf’s arm and motions for you to follow him as well. Getting back at the spot he was, you find an entrance to it at its left. “behold! The best hiding spot in the world!” the kid goes in and gets engulfed in its darkness. “you can’t see me at this view because of the darkness!” the kid suddenly comes out and goes back to the spot you and Kaden were in moments before. “and you can't see me from here because it looks like its apart of the mountain!”
“a small cave…” Kaden mumbles and brings out a small notebook and pen from his pocket. “hold on,” the other kid looks at Kaden amusingly shocked. “you’re taking notes?” he scoffs.
“Well, yeah!” he pouts. Now angrily scribbling the info. “if we’re going to play hide n’ seek here, I’d like to remember all the cool hiding spots!”
“Actually,” you finally spoke, making the two kids jolt and look back at you. They seemed to have forgotten your presence. “I think it’s best if you don’t play here again. It’s pretty dangerous. You could’ve gotten attacked by a bear or something.”
“hey…wait a minute..” the walrus tilts his head a bit in curiosity, then his expression brightens up in realization. “you’re the vet lady everyone in class keeps talking about!”
“She is?!”
“I am?”
the whole swarm of customers could’ve been a sign of being the talk of the town. But you just thought that was solely because of Stacy’s posts about you. Have you gotten this big that you’re even being spoken about in schools? In school kids only talk about stressing over homework and exams, some funny or weird things that happened over the weekend or their favorite shows and media. Or at least, that’s what you talked about in there. But then again, your only friend there for most of the time was only Louis. There probably was more to talk about in school other than those things.
“I need your help! Can you heal hamsters?” asked the walrus kid.
“yeah, I can.” You hummed.” But I first need to know what's up with them.”
“her tail is constantly wet! I don’t know how it even got wet in the first place! At first I thought maybe she went for a swim,” the kid continued. “But then I was like- well that’s impossible! She’s in a cage right now and its door isn't open! So for a while, I’ve been thinking that maybe she’s a spy and she was working undercover and her hideout was in the water so she might’ve forgotten to dry her tail all this time and thought we didn’t notice so I started-“
“Stratford,” Kaden grumbled. “Please just get to the point.”
“ok, ok fine.” The walrus kid, who you now know is named Stratford, rolled his eyes. “so yeah, she has a wet tail.”
“I can actually do something to help with that.” You smiled. “just come to the pet shop with your parents and hamster tomorrow.” Stratford grinned happily and nodded his head. “Thank you, miss!”
A sudden scream made you all jolt. You all moved your heads left and right to find the source, only to hear some shuffling within the forest. The kids held on to you in fear, thinking that it might be a wild animal that finally caught them. Thankfully, it was no wild animal, yet a person, a cat it seemed so, who looked like he ran a hundred miles to get here. As his gaze went to the children, who were still right behind you and using you like a shield, a relieved sigh escaped him. “oh, thank god.” he started coughing a bit, now catching his breath. “I thought you guys were lost!-“ he coughs again.
“Mr.Fetcher!” the kids gasped. Now letting go of you and whispering amongst each other. They both nod in unison and turn back to the man who was still trying to regain his breath. “where were you kids?! I told you guys to not stray away from the group!”
“We- we just got lost!”
“y-yeah. A giant bear was attacking us all of a sudden!”
“and he had laser arms!”
“…” Mr.Fetcher looked at them speechless. A scolding expression crossed his face as the last line was spoken. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle while Stratford and Kaden face-palmed.
As your chuckle was let out, you felt uneased all of a sudden. Glancing back at the two kids’ teacher, your heart dropped upon seeing his scowl right at you. He looked at you with seething hatred while you tried to look anywhere but his eyes. You noticed that he was fairly young, most likely around your age. His attire was filled with pastel colors from peachy pink to sunshine yellow. A small necklace was around his neck, one with small little cubes with different letters on them spelling ‘best teecher’.
If one could ignore that deepening frown and judgy eyes of his, they could presume he was a nice guy. The kids, now noticing your stares but being ignorant towards the hateful nature of it, spoke up. “Mr.Fetcher! the human said she can help Cheese Puff!” Stratford’s movements became a bit hyper from excitement. Mr.Fetcher, now zoned out from his scowl, gave a kind smile to the boy and acted surprised. “Really? That’s great!”
Kaden nodded. “she also helped me find Stratford. Without her, we definitely would’ve gotten lost.” Suddenly, the boy’s eyes lighten up. “hey! The field trip is about the animals in the lake, right? Maybe she can help!” the cat’s expression faltered. “w-well uh…we can’t really do that. I mean- miss uh…”
“L/n. it’s L/n.”
“right, L/n-” you noticed a small frown coming up to his face for a split second before shifting back. “-might have a lot of work to do right now! Right?” his stare, now widened up and looking at you warningly, made you tense up a bit from newfound stress in the matter. As much as teaching kids all the cool facts about animals and seeing their shocked, impressed, or even grossed-out reaction to it all seemed fun, you’d rather not feel the venomous gaze the teacher would send you during the whole time.
“y-yeah! I uh…” come on, think!!! Give them a good reason! “…I have some…” there it was again, those puppy dog eyes of theirs. Now doubled the power since Stratford joined forces with Kaden. No no no nooo do not let them get to you! “vet work to do! Uh- yeah- vet work!” you nervously laugh. Now walking away before they could utter another word.
“welp, goodbye now! Have fun on your trip and-” your foot hits a rock and you fumble a bit. after a solid five seconds of trying to regain your posture, you straighten up and look at them with a strained smile. “make sure to not get lost again! Hehe…”
You immediately leave the scene. Grimacing the whole embarrassing, awkward and now dreadful last ten minutes of your interaction with them. With your mind now mocking you for being so bad at this, you walk away from the forest.
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Jason was losing his mind.
He regrets making his ringtone a favorite song of his, because now the song makes his stomach churn in annoyance and his eyes roll. Every second of the day, the same old song kept playing on his phone on a loop. Never-ending this catastrophic torture.
Most times it was all from Louis. He’d easily just silence his phone, if it wasn’t for the fact that the buzzing sound and vibration his phone kept sending him was also extremely annoying. Not to mention, he had a job and friends that would call him at times as well. He couldn’t ignore his phone now, albeit really wanting to do that sort of action.
Even now while he closed his computer, ending another weekly call with you, the phone suddenly started chanting its song. Leaving him groaning in exhaustion and almost close to crying. ‘When will this end?’ was the question coursing through his head. Grabbing the phone, he shrugs at the obvious intruder of his peace. Louis doesn’t give up, does he?
Maybe if he answered this time, and told him to fuck off, he’d finally leave him alone. He’d probably get fired from his job after that interaction, but it’d be so worth it. He’s been waiting for a good chance to cuss him out ever since y/n told him everything.
Clicking respond, he heard Louis’ voice.
“Jason,” Louis frowned, annoyed by the thousands of calls he had to make to reach him. “where is she?”
“fuck you.” Jason quickly hung up.
While snickering to himself, another call blew up his phone and he clicked respond with an amused grin.”I’m not telling you a single thing Louis, give up!”
The annoyed groan Louis let out only made him feel more prideful than before. “just..at least tell me if she’s safe or not! Is she doing well?”
Jason scowled. “a little too late to worry about her safety and well-being buddy.” With all the actions Louis pulled at her, it felt like he didn’t care for her one bit. Jason felt mad, saddened. All this time Louis was using Y/n like she was his favorite toy. One he saw as a best friend throughout the world. Only to throw her away when she didn’t do as he pleased. With that thought in mind, he hung up.
Like hell he’d ever tell him anything. Besides, y/n is technically safe. If you ignore the crazy guy who makes robots and swore revenge on her once, the citizens of the island who were not human and the fact that the Island is barely on any map.
Yeah..she’s probably safe.
He hopes so at least.
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Walking down the sandy beach, you traced a thumb over the bandages on your arms. It was healing up, but the process was a little too slow for your taste. As you gazed down at your arm with annoyance, you remembered something that happened today and reached down to your pocket. Now within your palm, was a small toy figure. It seemed to be a puppy, a Dobermann one. You traced your hand over it a bit, noticing that its quality is quite good for a toy. During your work, Stratford, the kid you met yesterday, came in with his pet hamster. After healing her up, the kid was filled with pure joy at his healthy hamster and gave you this toy as thanks.
You chuckle a bit, putting the toy back in your pocket and continuing on your way. If you ignore the small pain you feel at times from your injuries and the whole attack thing that happened a few days ago, you had quite a good busy week. Now, nothing can beat a good week's worth of work rather than a good weekend.
You sigh at that, feeling yourself smile at the word. Weekends. Although it's only one and a half day of a break, it’s a much-needed one. Finally reaching Amy’s house, you opened the door and were greeted by the smell of paint.
Paint always had a unique sort of smell. One that was a mix of various chemicals jumbled up together and creating a sense of familiarity with it. For you, paint’s smell was always a scent that was mixed between metal, oil, and other various chemicals. Although it's probably definitely not mixed with them, its smell always resembled theirs. Yet, it also strangely had its own uniqueness to it. One that with one sniff, you could immediately guess what it was. The smell also brought back memories. Ones where you would paint your whole hand in different colors and smash it up on the paper, or those times when your whole family would start re-painting a room for a new decor or style. Bittersweetness laced your mouth as you waved at Amy, who was sitting on a small stool with a painting in front of her. She seemed to not notice you wave, too enamored by her work, so you decided to speak instead.
“Hey Amy! I’m back.” Your voice made the hedgehog stop her work and greet you back. “how was your day?” the girl asked, busying herself with cleaning up the brushes while waiting for your answer.
You shrugged. “nothing much.” Nothing really interesting comes to mind, to be honest. You took out the toy the child gave you and held it up with your palm, waving it around a bit to set Amy’s attention on it. “a kid did give me this toy, though.” You huffed a laugh. “I think its really cu-“
An extremely loud gasp makes you jolt. You look back at Amy and see her look at you in disbelief. Mouth agape and her brush on the floor. In a blink of an eye, Amy rushed up to you at such speed that it could almost rival Sonic’s. swiftly grabbing the toy from you, she looks at it with admiration and excitement. “Oh my god!!” the girl squeals. “this is Dirk Doberman! It's so rare! And a great attacker too! Once you give it the ice tiara he becomes super powerful and-“
“H-hold on a minute!” you stop her rambling, your head trying to process what she’s talking about. Amy gives a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” She puts the figure on the counter with the utmost care. “ I just got a little too excited-“
“It's fine, Amy. Don’t worry about it.” You quickly replied. “I’m just a bit confused, what is this?” a grin got back into her face with that question. She walks around the house and makes a bee-line to her room. In a few seconds, she comes out with a briefcase with paws on it. She opens it up, revealing a bunch more of those puppy figurings and accessories and a pink board neatly placed in it.
“it's called Fuzzy Puppies! It’s a strategic game challenging one’s intelligence and strategic thinking!” Amy excitedly explains everything. “I can teach you how to play if you want.” Well, you don’t have much to do anyway. This game does sound fun…you nod at her and she soon motioned you to go sit down on the pink chair and you do as obliged. Once there, she places the pink hexagon board next to you and a few puppies were placed on her side of the board. On the other side that was yours, ‘Dirk Doberman' was placed right in the middle. Amy also puts in a few dogs of her own there. “you only have one puppy, so I’ll let you borrow some of mine.”
The game Fuzzy Puppies is in short, a tabletop battle game with puppies. Each puppy has their own unique power and way to eliminate the other player’s puppies. Just like Amy said, it's all about strategy. In order to win the game, you must be cunning and know all your figures' abilities and the pros and cons of it.
For the cutesy look it has, it's surprisingly quite serious. It felt like you were playing an amalgamation of chess and trading card games. Trying to understand what the other is thinking about, what their next move is and how they want to win. Amy was incredible at it. She kept making you surprised with all the tactics she seemed to know like the back of her hand. The rules of the game were stuck in her mind in a tight grip. Every single one of them was deemed important in her eyes for a good strategy. Many of them looked like just a bore to know about, but benefited her greatly during the match. It was fun. incredibly fun.
Time went by quickly with the board taking away your attention. Amy won most rounds, but there were two rounds where you won instead. Albeit you're pretty sure Amy just went easy on those.
Amy rolls the dice, the dice shows 2 and she grins in confidence. She moves Sharleen Sharpay, a dog that can make smaller puppies get removed from the other player’s board by a bark. “since I got two, I can activate Sharleen’s skill, so..”
You sigh in playful defeat, taking out your last small dog. Amy puffs her chest in pride. “I win!”
“you’re way too good at this.” You mumbled out, pretty neutral about your defeat. “ how did you do it?” Amy shrugs. “I’ve been playing for a long time. I’m actually surprised you haven't heard of this game before. It's pretty big here.”
She starts cleaning up the table, first taking the board then looking back at you again. “is it that unpopular there?”
“Well…” you picked up the puppies in your corner of the table and started setting them in the briefcase. “ I mean- I’ve never heard of it. But I’m not really into gameboards, so there could be a chance that this exists.” Louis was more of a fan of them than you were. He’d bring a new board game every once a week to your house, using it as an excuse to hang out with you on school days while also showing off the new game he thought you’d both like. You don’t remember most of them now, only playing them once. But there are ones that become classics for you two.
With the fuzzy puppies now in the suitcase and your Doberman one sitting on the table, Amy looked at the clock and gave a shocked huff. “have we been playing for that long?” she chuckled. Glancing at the time, you were just as shocked as she was. 10 p.m.
“Well, I’m not that sleepy right now, are you?” she asked. “nope, I feel pretty energetic, actually.” Her eyes seemed to brighten up at that and she got up from the couch and went to the TV. “then let’s have a sleepover! We can start by watching a movie.” She excitedly opens a drawer and brings out a small box filled with CDs. Shuffling the neatly placed disks around a bit, she picks one out and immediately puts it in.
Oh well, sleepover it is.
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“how thy voice is like a songbird. Let my eyes feast upon your beauty and my soul will be nourished by your love! A thousand roses would not dare to smell as sweet as you!”
The movie that Amy picked was a cheesy romantic one. It was quite the slow burn too. The number of trials and tribulations the two characters had to go through to reach this one confession was a total rollercoaster of emotions.
The male character was a secret hero. Being a normal baker in the day and a hero when danger erupts. The female character was a princess who was always curious about whom the hero was. She had a strong will and wanted to find out the truth no matter what. Much to the hero’s dismay. During it all, an S-tier villain plans to kidnap the princess and rule over the kingdom. Crazy shenanigans ensue as the princess keeps meeting the baker in the day and hero in the night, sweet talks shared with the civilian, and bickering with the knight. Completely oblivious to them being the same person.
At first, you weren’t interested in their relationship in the movie one bit. but now, even you feel relief from seeing them finally confess.
“Oh, even if thy face is hidden beneath a mask, your heart is visible to me, now and forever!”
Amy shed a tear from those words as you screeched “Yes!” as if your favorite team has won something.” took them long enough!” you sighed. Amy chuckled beside you and wiped her tears with a tissue. “Oh to have a love like theirs.” She huffed out.
As the two characters in the scene finally started dating, the movie ends. “so, what did you think? Did you like it?”
“it was pretty good.” You replied. Snacks of all sorts laid on the table and you didn’t stop yourself from taking one and munching on it. “that comedic character was too annoying though. Didn’t even make me laugh once.”
Amy nodded and stood up to take out the CD. “yeah, everyone hates him.” She chuckled.
Thinking for a bit, you noticed how you still weren’t tired at all. The night still felt young and even though your body was exhausted, your brain ignored their pleas for sleep and kept on working. Yet, the thought of watching another movie bored you.
“you wanna play truth or dare?”
From hearing that question, you visibly stiffened up a bit. Any huffed and rolled her eyes. “oh come on! It's not that bad.” You beg to differ. The most horrid game out there is truth or dare. If played with the wrong people, it could be the most traumatizing experience of your life. then again, you never really played it yourself. You’ve only heard your classmates talk about playing it. Hair getting shaved off, ice being put in one’s clothes, forced to embarrass yourself in public…any stories they gave sounded more like a nightmare than a fun night out.
“eh…I don’t really like that game.” You shrugged. “too many risks for my taste. You could literally make me do anything- and I’d have to comply.” Amy hummed. “I guess you’re right, that would be a problem…”
“then how about this!” her face brightened up, coming up with a new idea to make you agree. “we’ll put some ground rules on what we can’t ask and dare! I’ll start. I say that none of us should dare the other to physically change our appearance! For example, shaving off eyebrows, cutting hair, getting a tattoo…” she suddenly shivered in fear. “…dying your hair a color that doesn’t match you at all..”
You hummed, feeling more comfortable with that proposal in mind. “alright then.” You took a breath. Hands fidgeting a bit with what you were about to say, you physically prepared yourself for any reaction Amy might give to your kind of suspicious rule. “I say…that we do not ask too many questions about our lives before the Island.” You’d wish to say not to ask any question about it in general, but knowing how the ‘truth’ part of the game would be boring with that sort of rule and how you wished to know a bit more about Amy yourself, you merely prayed that she wouldn’t ask a heavy question that would be impossible to answer without mentioning him at least once.
“I’m not comfortable talking much about mine yet.” You quickly added. Amy gave you a worried glance, but hummed in understanding. “Alrighty then! So, shall we start?”
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“and then…BOOM! Just like that, Tails’ machine was destroyed and gross green slime covered everyone. It took me a week to get it all off!” you snorted at the story as she grumbled at your reaction. “oh come on! It’s not funny!”
“you’re right.” You grinned. “it's hilarious.”
“to you!” she couldn’t help but laugh with you a bit. “for me it was the most embarrassing thing in the world! People wouldn’t stop staring at my green goe sticking hair!” you held back a laugh and Amy punched your shoulders playfully. Soon she went back to her task at hand, painting your nails in your favorite color. “my turn now,” she hummed, still focused on not plastering the small brush messily on your fingers. “truth or dare?”
“truth.”
“what was the most romantic moment of your life?” she looked at you with bright stars in her eyes. It was an interesting question. one that took you a few moments to answer. What was the most romantic moment of your life? What could be considered romantic? Love? Happiness? Peace? All of them together?
That was a tough one. You didn't have much moments in your life you’d consider ‘romantic’. Quite frankly, the closest thing you ever had to a ‘romantic moment’ was when you ate falafels with Louis as he sobbed in the dark. His father and he had a big fight that led to him leaving and coming to your house at eleven p.m. you were lucky the shop was still open and the lights still lit up the sidewalks. His eyes were brimming with tears as he munched down on the sandwich like he hasn’t eaten for days. Your hands were on his back, letting him cry for as much as he wanted. After the food he’d hug you tight, crying on your shoulder for another hour as he explained what had happened between his waterfall of tears. You let him stay at your house for the night. As the sun for the next morning shined up, you remember him quietly thanking you and practically being glued to you the whole day. Hell, you don’t even consider that ‘romantic’ one bit. it was more sad than anything.
Your friendship might’ve been first started because of your parents, but it was still real.
You truly cared for him. You truly wanted to be his friend. You had fun with him, you laughed with him. Yet, Sometimes you wished you’d opened up to him more, let him see your true emotions rather than a relaxed smile and nod to everything being fine. But you couldn’t. you weren't allowed to. ‘If you show one sign of weakness it would seem like the whole family is weak and troubled!’ your mother reminded you. ‘ don’t tell them anything about our family. We don’t want gossipers.’
You don’t know where she’s gotten this behavior from. Trauma, experience, seeing it happening to someone else, whatever it was, it was strong in her. You never showed your feelings to anyone, because you were told not to. You never spoke about what happened at home, because you were told not to. You were desperate to follow the rules now. After the many scoldings and punishments, you got for breaking rules you didn’t know about, you were desperate to appeal to their standards. Follow the rules. Don’t talk back.
Maybe that’s why you never felt anything romantic for Louis. You were never yourself around him. You were perfect friend Y/n. always ready to give you a shoulder to cry on. Always there for you and always does what you want to do! Never fights with you and always laughs at your jokes!
Never speaks about herself. Never says a damn thing about her day. She was taught to be quiet, to behave. What a perfect kid!
“well...I don’t think I had a romantic moment.” You finally spoke. Amy looked at you shocked. “seriously?! Not even one?”
“nope.” You hummed. “did you have one?”
She paused for a bit, letting the nail polish dry off while she put the brush back in the small container. “…yeah I did. It was when Sonic got me a scarf as a gift.”
“oh, Sonic?” you gave a cocky smile. “do you perhaps…have a crush on him?” Amy’s eyes widened and a blush spread over her face. She looked away and mumbled up some denials of that claim.
“pfft, crush, on him? In his dreams!” she nervously laughed it off. “Amy,” you looked at her bluntly. “you have a picture of him with hearts around it.” Her face became even redder than before, yelping and looking away from your gaze. “you saw that?!”
“yeah, on accident though. It fell right out of your bag.” She sighed in defeat. “I knew I should’ve put it in the back pocket!”
You giggled, getting up from your laid-down position and grabbing a nail polish yourself. You grab her palm gently and start working on her nails. Amy’s blushing mad at the moment, head coursing with different thoughts and her expression turns from an embarrassed one to a one of annoyance. “I can’t believe how dense he is.” She grumbles.
“Maybe you should be more forward in your approach?” you suggested. She thinks for a bit and shakes her head. “I could do that, but it might make things awkward for the others. And anyway- I don’t want it to seem like I’m head over heels for him!” she snorted.
“Alright then, that’s all I got.”
“Seriously? That’s all the advice you have?”
“ehh..well..” your shoulders tense a bit. “I’m not…really the best at these love stuff. I’m like-“ you hiss in embarrassment. “horrible at it. As in ‘I never get the hints and think it's all platonic’ horrible.”
She chuckles. “So, just like Sonic huh?”
“Sadly yes.” You sighed.
A comfortable silence overtook the room for a moment. Your small little game of truth and dare is completely forgotten. Probably for the best, since you didn’t want to be dared to put ice cubes in your shirt or eat a whole glass worth of milk and hot sauce mixed together. Jacob was dared that once, he came back sick for two days.
“ Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?”
“No, not really.” You replied. “why do you ask?”
Her face seemed to brighten up at your response. “well…yesterday, me and the gang were just talking and decided to play a bunch of games to see who’s the best player among us. Do you wanna join us?”
“you sure you want me to join?” you smiled. “I’m not that good in sports.” You huffed.
“I’d be really happy if you did!” she insisted. “it's not really about who wins, we all just wanna have fun.” Her face suddenly scrunched up into a frown. “Well…all of us..except…” she gives out a grumble.
Your movements with the small brush had gone still, curious to hear who she was mentioning. Hearing no answer, your eagerness to know increased and you rose your head up. “except who?”
She groans. “Sonic.”
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You thought she was joking.
You honestly thought she was just joking. Yet, here you are on the beach, the sun blazing up on your skin and the sand feeling soft on your sandals, looking at Sonic who was warming up for the games. He was looking excentric. Excited, even. He was doing all sorts of stretches. From basic ones that are learned in P.E. to absolute bonkers pro moves that you just knew you’d break your back if you tried it. He had the cockiest of grins on his face, so stretched out that you almost thought that he was going to be in some sort of dental product advertisement. After his warm-ups he just kept running. His striking blue color kept making hoops of circles around the whole island and a strong gush of wind kept being left every time he passed by. He didn’t even greet you properly, only giving a wave with a ‘Hey Y/n!’ while running ten laps simultaneously.
“Sonic, don’t you think you’ll wear yourself out?” you screamed at the hoop of blue, hoping that your worry would somehow reach his ears. In the quickly blurred figure you could see of him, you noticed his head turning around in your direction. “Huh?” his voice was more strained than normal. “oh don’t worry! I’m totally fine! Just
a little excited!” he chuckled.
Excited enough to leave trails of lightning with every step, it seems. You quickly try to stay away from the path he was running from, not wanting to be electrocuted by his powerful speed. How many laps has he run by now? Fifty? Hundred? You weren't sure. You tried to keep count, but it got too quick at his fifth one and you merely became speechless in the end.
What was more surprising was how early he came. Amy said that she’d have to go there earlier than the time the others will to prepare for the challenges and you offered to help. So going to the destination and seeing Sonic already there was quite the shocker.
It's been an hour, yet he still goes on warming up. Amy seemed to have enough of it and huffed. She puts a basket full of fruits down. “Can’t you just help us instead?” Sonic’s head seemed to tilt from that question. he glances at the ground, noticing the amount of equipment still left to organize.
“eh…..I don’t know, it seems pretty boring.” He comments. Amy’s eyes furrow. “and anyway, I gotta prepare myself for my victory stance right after I win.” As he says that gloatful comment, he quickly zooms out and back to where he was, but now a mirror right in his hands and standing on an egotistical pose.
“How are you so sure you’re going to win?” you smirked. Sonic looks at you with a smug smile. “because I’m super awesome?” he says in a matter-of-factly tone.
“is that going to take you far though?” you teased. “I mean- it’s a challenge mainly full of sports games, right? Knuckles and Sticks are pretty great at that.” Sonic thinks for a moment, then gives out a huff. “I’m sure I can handle them.”
“Alright then, what if there was a puzzle game then? Pretty sure Tails would figure it out in an instant. “ he stilled, eyes a bit widened up but soon he covered his realization with another overly confident comment. “oh please! I’m pretty smart too you know!” that’s a lie. “I’m sure I can beat him if I try hard enough.” He grabs a box full of nets and walks with you to the small railing he had to attach them in. “besides,” he suddenly speaks up. “ the rules are that you have to win most of the games, not all.” His shoulders straighten up. “if I win all the games and just lose that one, I’m still going to win.”
“if. That is.” You joked. “good luck, Sonic. Let’s see if you can beat me in the game I chose.”
As you walked away, you left a shocked Sonic behind you.
“Wait- you’re joining this too?!”
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The rules were quite simple.
The ‘Games Championship’ as Knuckles called it, is a series of games that one must participate in and try to win. There’s a leaderboard that indicates who has the most wins and the one that does become the ‘Grand Champion of all games.’ Each game is chosen by each player.
The first game was chosen by Amy. A simple card game that needs an even number of people to play it. You’ll all be separated into teams of two and will be given some cards.
the rules for this game are a bit challenging and fun. Each card has an animal with a silly expression on them. On the table, there will be six circles with each one drawn one of the animals on it, and a seventh in the middle with the logo of your game. Get all your six cards to be the same animal, then, try to hint to your teammate that you have all the cards, whether it's by imitating the animal’s expression or something else, you must hint at them before the other team realizes and takes the win instead. How can you take the win? By touching either the circle you know your teammate has all the cards of or touching the logo if you don’t know which animal it is. If your opponent does that instead they win. The winner gets four plastic coins, in the end the team with the most coins wins.
You teamed up with Amy, Sonic with Tails, and Knuckles with Sticks. The game began and tension was already high. Amy threw a bunch of cards on the table and you all hurriedly tried to find matching sets, suddenly, in one whip second, you saw a hand take a tornado card.
Lo and behold in the next round Sonic quickly took a few cards then shouted “Tornado!” as he slammed the card down. Everyone groaned, now unable to take any of the cards as the ‘tornado’ swoops them away.
“oh come on!” Sticks grumbled. “there were three cards with the animal I was hunting for on it! I could’ve won!” Sonic snickers.
“the game hasn’t even started yet!” Knuckles added.
Sonic grinned. “sorry guys, better luck next round.” The two grumbled at that.
You looked at your own cards. Seems like you’re collecting the cat one with a grumpy face the most, so best to stick with that from now on. Looking at Amy, you try to see if she’s giving you any hints. Nope, none yet.
The next round begins and everyone starts taking cards again. You take two, yet you still need one more card till you can hint at Amy. Looking back at her, you notice how she keeps breathing and…puffing her cheeks?
Oh, wait- oh shit oh wait- that’s one of the expressions! But hold on- how can you be so sure she’s hinting at you- there must be some other sign-
She glances at you with a hurried look. Within a blink, you immediately touch the circle with a pufferfish on it and she screams with joy. “YES!” you both high-five while the others grumble.
“That's four coins for us! We’re in the lead now!” Amy grins and starts up the round.
Game two, round one, and the battle started once more. This time, you were planning on searching for the sad turtle cards. Before you can snatch up any Sticks throws a tornado down and laughs.
“What?!” Sonic shrieked. “oh come on! those cards were a gold mine!”
“ah, sweet revenge. “ she grins and Sonic’s annoyed face.
Tails pats Sonic on the shoulder. “well Sonic, that’s karma for you.” He chuckled. Sonic huffed.
Round two, now with no tornados. Everything was going fine, you needed three more cards, Amy didn’t seem to give any clues and everyone else seemed calm too.
It was at round three when everything started to change. You needed just one more card and were waiting for round four to start up, yet everyone was stilled quiet. They were glancing at each other, seeing if anyone has finished up yet. The air became a bit thicker than usual. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Tails slams his hand on the snake circle, and Sonic slams his cards down with a grin. His cards were all the green snake one with his tongue sticking out.
“heck yeah! Good job buddy!” Sonic smiles.
A few games later and in the end, all teams won two times, which makes this round the last one. The all-or-nothing.
Tension was high and the drinks next to you were long forgotten. The beach waves didn’t waver your concentration one bit as you glared at your cards and opponents. You’re going to win this. You want to win this.
The cards are set on the table and the trading begins. This time you wanted to search for winking owls. Round one was fine, round two you gave a tornado, and round three went on for a small amount of time.
It was when you reached round four and took the last card you needed that made things feel a bit more tense. You hid your excitement and small stress and gave a small glance to Amy. She didn’t seem to notice it. Shit.
You glance one more time.
She’s still deep in thought on her cards.
Oh my god, for the love of god please just glance back for a second!
Alright, one more time.
You glance at her, she glances back. you give a quick wink.
She jolts, hand frantically reaching out and touching the owl circle and you both scream in victory.
“team Amy and Y/n for the win!” Amy laughs. She smirks down at the others. “that’s one win for me and one win for Y/n. onto the next games!”
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It has now become noon, the sun was unwavering in its presence and right in the middle of the sky, the waves kept their unbreakable rhythm of back and forth and the sand was feeling hotter than ever.
This was the worst goddamn time for a sports game, you groaned with that thought.
Your feet were aching, begging for you to stop moving for even one second. Your body has become too warm for your liking and you felt like you were walking on lava. Not to mention, your lungs were so out of breath that you couldn’t even think straight.
It’s only been ten minutes.
Were you always this bad at sports? You never had much of a liking to it, except for the good old parkour that your child self saw as a necessity for her adventuring life in the future. Yet as much as you wanted those parkour lessons, your mother insisted that those are fake and useless and you should have no interest in such a thing. She’d rather want you to go to some volleyball or basketball classes. You know, normal stuff.
Perhaps you should’ve taken her up on that offer, because then you’d have much more stamina during this game.
“pass the ball!” Sticks screamed to Amy, running alongside her and waving her hands up in a fit of hurry. Amy raises her hand and throws the ball. the badger clutches it with the utmost strength and three steps in, left right left, and jumps! She quickly throws the ball to the goal and it hits. Well shit. That’s a point lost for you.
“Damnit!” Tails grumbled a little disappointed that he couldn’t catch the ball in time. Knuckles, who was next to him and trying to defend, came up and patted his shoulder. “It’s alright dude, you’ll get him next time.” He smiled.
You walked over to the two and frowned. “sorry,” you mumbled. “If I wasn’t so slow, I would’ve caught up to them in time.” Tails shrugged. “it’s alright Y/n, it wouldn’t have stopped them much anyway.”
Right. Handball’s rules were that you can’t take the ball away from their hand, but you can defend them when they try to reach the ring before the goal 'area', or as you know it, the six-meter area that surrounds the goalie. No one is allowed inside the six meters except them.
You wondered why of all the games, Knuckles chose this one. It's a game usually meant to be played by two teams with seven members, but, you guessed it could be played by teams of four too. Albeit it’s a little more complicated to go back and forth between the defense and attack positions like this.
“We should just change our roles,” Tails commented, his brain already racking for a solution. Knuckles nodded. “yeah, I’ll have to be on the front instead, since Y/n’s speed can’t match theirs.”
“I can’t defend though.” You felt embarrassed by your lack of sportiness, now hands crossed together and a pout apparent on your face. “I’m not much of a sporty person in general, I don’t think I can be this helpful here…”
“Hey, Don’t say that!” Knuckles punched your shoulder softly. “sure, you might not be able to play like a pro,” he shrugged. “but you can play it right. Here, let me teach you how to defend.” He pulls you to the six-meter line and stays one inch away from it.
“Alright, what you have to do is first, arms up.” He puts his arms up in a wide range and you copy. “ its best for your legs to be apart and you have to walk in this style,” he starts slowly walking left and right with the ball of his legs," it makes it easier to catch the ball or defend the goalie“
“Now you try,” you nodded and did as you were told. Hands up, stand on the ball of your feet, and walk around the six meters.
You could’ve guessed that Knuckles would be into sports, after all, he is the strength and power of the team. Yet, you never really expected him to be such a great coach in it.
But that’s probably because you haven't really ever spoken to him much. Your first conversations with him were the ones at Meh Burger.
He was mostly quiet during your first and only a small handful of meet-ups and let the others do the talking instead. So seeing him this excited and social for the first time was a nice change of pace. It made you wonder how much you don’t know about these guys yet.
Knuckles hummed and nodded. “ yeah, that’s pretty good. Just make sure to focus on the corners in the six meters. Sticks will always try to sneak up there and goal.” You nodded at that, thanking him for his help. A few seconds later and Knuckles’ eyes wandered to your bandaged-up arm.
“ How are you holding up with the injuries?”
You shrugged, fingers unconsciously touching the bandages. The fabric felt a bit old since you’ve been wearing it for hours now and sweating profusely. The scars beneath it didn’t give you the sizzling pain anymore, yet you could feel small pangs of it here and there. “it's fine, really. The laser obviously hurt but the pain isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I thought the wounds would be deeper than this.”
“you know, I don’t think this will be the last time Eggman pulls a stunt like that against you.” Knuckles frowned a bit. “since you’re our friend, he’ll try to take advantage of that as much as he can.” He’s right, Eggman most certainly will do that. But you have to wonder, what is all this for? What’s his goal in attacking the village and wanting to defeat Sonic? “you should learn some self-defense. It’ll help you hold out long enough till we come in and stop him.”
Huh, he’s right. Self-defense will certainly be helpful for next time around when the evil scientist attacks. “tell you what,” Knuckles grins. “if you ever need some tips or lessons, just come to my house and I’ll help you out.”
“Seriously?” you smiled, grateful for everything the team has done for you these days. “Thanks! I’ll take you up on that offer someday then.”
“next game of handball begins in five minutes!” Amy shouted, Sticks standing right next to her and drinking some water. “We’re definitely gonna win this! We’ve got the best team! With our great dynamic in there and Sonic’s super speed catching the ball perfectly, no one can stop us!” she suddenly puts a finger on her chin. “maybe we should go pro…”
“That would be nice, but I don’t think we’ll make it to all the competitions when there’s so much butt-kicking to do here.” Amy adds. “ the village’s safety comes first.”
“While we’re on the topic,” Tails suddenly speaks up again. “don’t you guys think you’re being a little unfair?”
“What?!”
“what do you mean? “ Amy looked at Tails in confusion. “what's so unfair about us?”
“it's obviously Sonic.” Knuckles joined in and Tails nodded.
“ he has super speed! It’s always impossible for us to goal!” Tails grumbled a bit. “ the whole match he could easily catch the ball from every corner! All of my strategies were impossible to succeed. Heck, even when he is distracted and on a whole other section of the base, he still super speeds and gets to the side we’re in and catches the ball!” Amy hums at that, now in deep thought.
“I guess his super speed is a little unfair here…” she mumbled. “but we can't do anything about it now, we’ll have to do something for the next game instead.”
“how are you gonna make it fair anyway?” Sticks asked. “it's not like we can just stop him from playing the games. That would be unfair to him.”
Tails suddenly smiled. “ I think I have an idea,” Tails looks at Amy.
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“WEIGHTS?!” Sonic screamed.”YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME PUT WEIGHTS ON MY ANKLES?!”
“yep!” Amy simply nodded.
A normal five-minute break has become a fifteen-minute one since Amy wanted to try out her idea. And with the way it's going, a few ten more minutes might be taken up by convincing Sonic to try them.
“B-but- that’s way too unfair for me! It’s gonna make me way too slow!” he hurriedly spoke. Amy looked at him with a judged look. “Sonic, I had to wear weights on my hands for years. “ she huffed. “It’s really not that heavy. Stop whining so much about it!”
Sonic grumbled, now defeated and begrudgingly agreeing to the new game rules. It does make the game fair after all.
“you know, we can do a test run right now to see if they make you too slow.” Tails suggested. “if they are then we’ll have to give you smaller weights or think of a new idea.”
Sonic didn’t reply, he merely started getting into position. With no second to waste, he starts super-speeding around the island. It's noticeably a little less quick than before, yet it was still fast enough to be considered super speed. Despite that, Sonic seemed quite annoyed when he stopped his sprints.
“do you feel uncomfortable in them?” you asked, a bit worried about the idea. Sure, his super speed was unfair, but Sonic’s point was also fairly right. It could get unfair for him. “if they’re hurting or bothering you, then that’s fine. You don’t need to wear them.”
Sonic’s eyes softened up a bit and he looked away, a bit embarrassed now. “what- pfft No! why would they hurt at all? I’m way stronger than I look you know.” He proudly
smirks. “fine fine I’ll wear them,” he rolls his eyes. “if that’s what makes you guys feel a little less outshined and beaten. But,” his tone gets more confident, a tinge of slyness could be sensed in it. “I’m still obviously going to be the winner. Hope you don’t mind that.” He winks, and the others grumble and roll their eyes. You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. well, if he’s not bothered by it then all is well.
Suddenly, Amy’s tech-watch (that’s what you decided to call them for now) started beeping and the five minutes were up. You all talked for a little bit and then went back to your spots in the game, only this time, your team switched places.
As the defender, your goal is to stop the players from reaching the six meters and shooting or, stopping them from shooting well. Somehow blocking their view or hand so that the ball would go the opposite of what they wanted or even better, making the ball fall out of their hands completely and into the grasp of your teammates.
But before you could do all that, you’ll first need to stand in the middle of the court and pass the ball to each other continuously until you reach the enemy's goal and try to shoot. All while the other team is defending the goal and goalie.
Amy Sticks stand in the middle, cautious and focusing on your every move. You look back at Knuckles as you pass the ball for the fifth time. He gives you a small nod. The ball gets passed to you once again. You quickly pass it back and block Amy’s way. Knuckles tries dodging and ignoring Sticks’ defense and shoots. The ball gets caught by Sonic.
Sonic passes the ball to Sticks. You sprint back to your goal. Knuckles tries to distract Sticks by blocking her way. She passes the ball to Amy. Amy starts to dribble with the ball and keeps getting closer to you with each second passing. You recite what Knuckles taught you in your head and get in position. She doesn’t falter.
Left, right, left and she jumps and shoots!
Hands up, eyes on the ball, watch your step and-
You got the ball!
You quickly dribble with the ball and ignore Amy’s attack to get it back. you see Knuckles is close to the goal. You throw the ball in his direction. Within a second, he catches the ball and throws it to the top area of the net. Sonic tries to jump and get it, but he failed! Goal!!!
As your team scream in victory, you all gather up and high-five. One point ahead. That’s a good start to the round for sure.
“told you you could do it!” Knuckles pats your back. you smile in response.
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Even with the good start, your team losing seemed inevitable. Sticks was right, With her and Sonic’s competitiveness combined with Amy’s strategizing, nothing could stop them from winning this sort of game. One could say that with Knuckles added, they would be a team to fear.
Each member of the winning team gained one point. Which puts Amy in the lead for now. After a small break for some drinks, you all started walking down to the beach, right at the section where if you walk any further, you could find yourself in the forests soon enough.
Two long sticks of red with a line drawn between the two caught your attention. Orange-colored traffic cones engulfed a pathway that leads straight to the forest, but it immediately ends there. no traces of glaring orange can be seen within the forest at all.
Sonic grinned at the sight. “Finally!” he gives out a sigh of relief, but it quickly became a small panic as he realized something.
He looks down to his ankles and then looks back up to the already smirking Amy. “uh Amy…” he gives a worried snicker. “do I still have to wear these?...”
“Duh. How else would we make this fair?”
“oh come on!” he huffed. “I was the one who picked this race! It's only fair that I get to not wear weights in it!” Sonic’s foot tapped impatiently on the ground, eyes annoyed by the rule and fists clenched up from the idea of possibly losing.
Amy and the others thought for a bit. “Alright then,” Tails replied. “But, you’ll have to still wear these weights for any other games we have if the picker wanted you to.” Everyone nodded and hummed in agreement.
A newfound confident smirk was now on Sonic’s face. “Deal!”
The race’s idea was a simple one. Whoever gets outside of the forest the quickest wins. You can use any path you want, the only rule was that it has to be inside the forest. To make things a little harder, each person would be paired up with the other and have to work together to find a way out.
Sonic got paired with Tails, Knuckles with Amy, and last but not least, you with Sticks.
It was decided that five minutes will be given to talk to your teammate and plan your route. As the count started, you walked up to the badger.
“So,” you briefly smiled. “you got any plans? Since you are a forest expert.” Amy often talks about the others at the dinner table. You heard lots about Sticks’ incredible survival skills in the wild.
It took a few silent seconds before her reply, her eyes trained on the forest and her mind ticking with solutions. “I know a few shortcuts. But there’ll be lots of animals and hiking involved.” She turns back to you. “you up for it?”
“well…I never really hiked before-“ your father never really bothered to teach you anything interesting. Even though he was quite skillful in such areas. Usually, he’d leave for a few days to camp in the forest and doesn’t come back till the sun is finally up. You always did want to go with him, but it always got canceled by your mother. Something about ‘spending more time with Louis’ and ‘not wanting to get ruined by your father’ was always rambled on as the excuse. And anyway, he never really seemed to care about spending quality time. “but I will try my best.” You sigh.
She hums, eyes again getting glued to the greenery before her. “don’t worry, I’ll teach you a few tips.”
After a few talks about which way you’ll head, it was now time for the game to start.
You all stand on the red line. Everyone gets in position. You take a small glance at Sonic and you could already tell he knows he’s going to win. The machine cheers up a loud noise and you all instantly start to sprint.
You go to your left with Sticks, immediately stirring away from the rest of the gang and reach a small mountain.
Despite being labeled as ‘small’ by Sticks, you were sure it was quite the trail to hike. Bushes and rocks run over the place, some trees can be seen growing at the top of the mountain. The wild colors of green, grey and browns of different shades all mixed up together in harmony. a few pretty little plants with different monotone colors laid across the path. It was beautiful. Something you could see being on a painting.
As you took your first steps on the mountain, you felt someone hold your wrist. “hold on,” she walks a few feet ahead of you and motioned you to watch. You observe her and realize that she’s walking a bit differently than how you did. Rather than a normal straight-ahead walk, it was one where you’ll have to walk left and right in half circles continuously. “Imagine that you’re a snake of some sort. Then, when you gather enough stamina and…” she gets ready and jumps in such height that you know you could never achieve and falls a few feet high up. Your jaw drops.
She looks at you critically. “what's wrong? You look like I told you the truth about this world. This is easy! That’s something you’ll have to learn when you’re ready.”
“uh…” you look around awkwardly. “I mean- I can do the first part but I’m definitely not ready for the jump part at all.” Sticks rolls her eyes at that.
“Fine then, just do that part. But be quick! We’re wasting time like this!” and so you did, you did your best to hike up the mountain as quickly as possible. But a loud grumble from Sticks proved for it to be useless. She comes down from the hundreds of heights she was up and stands right next to you. “fine then, I guess we just have to do this instead.”
Before you could even question what she meant, you felt yourself getting lifted up and put on her shoulders. “What the- “
“hold on tight if you don’t wanna get your bones broken.”
“what do you even mean by ThAT- OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT—“
It was almost like she was flying. Going so high up and climbing the mountain as if it was nothing. You followed her tip and held on so tight on her shoulders, the fear of falling down and possibly dying by your skull getting smashed up into bits coursing through you.
“It's not that scary!” Sticks huffed. “ya don’t need to shake like a leaf right now. Jeez, how are you ever going to survive an alien attack?!”
“I’d probably be the first one to die.” You laughed out, trying to distract yourself with this conversation.
“you’d definitely be mind-controlled first.”
“and then what would happen?”
“well…” her eyes brightened up a bit, excited to finally talk about all this to someone. ” they’ll first try to use you as bait to control others and after that—“ Sticks kept rambling on, yet her skills in literally jumping around from vine to vine, tree to tree, never ceased to stop. “and then after all that, they’ll move on to another planet.”
“so, am I doomed then?”
“Nah, don’t worry.” She reassured. “I’ll be there to protect ya. Honestly, if I wasn’t alive here and now all of you would have been doomed a long time ago.”
You were about to reply back, until you heard a screeching sound to your left. With her movement stopping, Sticks seemed to hear it as well.
“What was that?” you frantically looked around in worry. “it sounded like an animal. You think they got injured?” you try your best to look at Sticks in your position. But you can only see a small bit of her expression. She seemed on high alert, but also nonchalant.
“wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.” She mumbles. “stuff like this happens a lot. Rules of the jungle.”
“…can we go check though?”
“What?! Why?!” her gaze shifts to you with confusion and a bit of annoyance. “we’re gonna lose if we do that!”
“oh please,” you huffed. “you and I both know Sonic already won this the second we started moving.”
Sticks became speechless. But her eyes showed obvious conflict. With a groan, she facepalms and puts you down, grabs your hand and helps you slide off a tree.
“…so we’re going to help it, right?”
“no, I was planning on killing it, roasting it, and then eating it in front of you.” She looked at you with a sarcastic expression, one that soon shifts into annoyance. “of course we’re going to help it now! If we didn’t then you’d give me those sad puppy eyes you gave the first time we met.”
“sad puppy eyes-“ you gasped. “I looked like that?!” oh god, oh no. this is extremely embarrassing to hear. You couldn’t even look at her gaze when she obviously wasn’t joking about it.
“yup.” She gave a short reply, then continued. “ super scared and confused all while having some kindness or honesty to it. For a moment I thought you were faking it.”
“…oh man, this is so embarrassing.” You were at a complete loss for words. You knew you looked pathetic at that moment, but you never knew it was that pathetic.
Sticks stared at you with an alert look. “you’re doing it again— are you trying to trick me with that look?” she huffed out. “ you should really start learning some survival skills. You’re lucky we found you first. You could’ve been killed and eaten by the animals the minute you stepped in here.” With a motion using her head, she silently told you to follow.
While walking down to the source, you try to continue the conversation. “come on, cut me some slack.” You smirked. “I’m sure I could at least survive a few days. I’m pretty knowledgable in animal behaviors too, you know.” You didn’t go nose-deep into thousands of books and got graduated from that vet school for nothing.
Sticks took one more glance at you and hummed. “alright then, three days, tops.”
“I think it’d be more than two weeks, at best.”
“keep dreamin’.” She snorted.
After a short while of overthinking about the ‘what if’ situation, you spoke up again.“how long would Sonic last, then?” you curiously brought up. “I mean- what if he suddenly didn’t have super speed and was stuck in a forest? How long would he survive?”
That question seemed to intrigue Sticks as well, as she hummed and put a finger under her chin in thought. “ well, he’ll obviously last longer, but he’ll most likely die doing something extremely stupid.”
You snorted. “ and the rest?”
“well, Tails would survive the longest, Knuckles second and Amy…well— I’m not really sure. For now, she doesn’t have much of the skills for it, but she did talk about wanting to learn.”
You hummed, mind now moving up to other questions. The forest around you is in a silent harmony as the crunching of bushes and leaves beneath your feet can only be heard.
“…is it fun?”
“Hm?”
“is adventuring fun?” you couldn’t help but ask. “you know- the ruins..the secrets…the history..the fights…the mystery and all the people you meet along the way…is it fun?”
Sticks stayed silent for a bit, contemplating your question with a stern gaze. “I’m not the adventurous one in the group. That title goes to Sonic.” She replied. “but if you had to ask me, then…well— its fun, sure. But it has its dangers. Which is why you either need a professional there with you or learn it yourself. Either way has its huge chances of getting you killed by a dangerous ruin puzzle or mauled by a beast.”
She turned her head to you. “why are you asking anyway?”
You sheepishly look away and give an awkward shrug. “meh. Just curious.”
The suspicion on you must’ve grown a little bit bigger with that reply of yours. Yet you didn’t feel much bad about it. You’d rather die than talk about your feelings. Anytime you ever did, the one you told would always find ways to use it to manipulate you or win an argument. Better safe than opening up about your traumatic childhood, you thought.
You heard a small, yet still audible pained whimper and your head immediately shifted its way. Sticks grabbed your wrist and you both sprinted to your left and stopped until you finally found the injured animal.
The first thing you saw was some signs such as twigs and sticks that showed enough evidence that a tree’s branch must’ve fallen. The next thing you noticed was a fox, laying down injured up.
judging by its average height and thin body, you could guess it was in its middle years. Still quite young, but not a cub.
Slowly walking closer to it, you scan over his body and notice its injury being on his back left leg, given how it was hovering up rather than laying down like the rest of the legs, as if it hurt to move it. “is he gonna be okay?” Sticks asked, crossing her arms behind you.
You nodded. “he can heal by himself,” you frowned a bit, a concerned look on your face. “but I’m not sure if he can stay here…lots of predators out here that can kill him.” A grumble leaves your throat. “But I also can't bring him to the pet shop now— it's already closed and the animals there will freak out by seeing a fox inside, especially the rabbits. There’s also the fact that his hunter instincts and hunger could get to him and hurt the animals there and—“
“alright alright I get it!” Sticks rolled her eyes. “I’ll take him then. He can stay in my backyard for now.” Her eyes became stern, looking at the fox as if she was talking to him at this point. “but as soon as he’s healed, he’s heading out.” she scoffed. “I don’t want any animals in my home.”
“you..hate animals?”
“I don’t hate them,” she reasoned. “I just don’t trust ‘em. Trust me, if you’ve lived in the forest, you’d understand. In here, it's kill or be killed.”
You shrug, leaving the conversation at that and now gently trying to coax the fox to let you patch him up enough so he could at least stand and walk. As your hands get close, he growls, showing his sharp teeth and you flinch away. Sticks walks closer and growls louder than him, a sharp glare set on him as she did so. The fox closed his mouth and hid his teeth behind his muzzle. Soon enough, he lays his body down, only the injured leg being lifted a bit.
“thanks big guy.” You muttered, not noticing the confused look Sticks gave you in response. you gave it a quick patch using the sticks and giant leaves around you and he was able to stand again, albeit limping along the way. Soon, Sticks quickly hunted for some berries and tried to coax him into following you two to the finish line then her house.
As you two finally reached the end of the race, you were met with the group all waiting for you to come back, bored out of their mind with how long it took for you two to finally get here.
“what took so long?!” Amy huffed.
“did you guys get attacked on the way?” Tails questioned.
“miss vet over here wouldn’t let us leave until we found some injured fox we heard whimpering a few minutes into the race.” Sticks summarized your journey. “safe to say we were busy.”
Amy's eyes brightened up in excitement and she cooed, trying to get a good look at the fox and giving an affectionate smile. “he’s so cute!!”
“and best part is, you took out my biggest threat in the race!” Sonic grinned, his face quickly shifting into worry then faked up confidence. “not that I was afraid of losing- no no. heh. I knew I’d win, I mean- it’s a race. Of course I’d win.”
“I beg to differ!” Sticks smirked. “the forest is my territory, if Y/n and I weren’t caught up with the foxes, I would've beaten you for sure.”
“but didn’t we first—“
“shush.” Sticks quickly cut you off.
Amy seemed to want to join in as well, as she turned around to Sonic and gave a confident smile of her own. “don’t act so tough right now Sonic. You might’ve won this round, but the next game, oh, I wish you luck on that one.”
He stood still for a moment, his pride completely ripped away from his expression as he looked back at Amy confused. “what do you mean? Isn't the next one Sticks’? its something
doing with the forest again..something sporty-…right?”
Sticks’ smile widened. “Nope.” She chirped out. “it's puzzles.”
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Ah yes, puzzles. The old weights for a brain’s exercise. Who didn’t like puzzles? Well- many people didn’t- but there were many out there who also did like it. and you? Well, just like everything else, you had the chance to be good at it and you were quite into the ones laid within the media you consumed concerning adventuring, but you slowly discarded any interest you had in it.
Sonic, on the other hand, seemed to have zero interest or skills in it. So much so that he’s been looking really stressed and frustrated the whole time they were setting up the puzzles on the table. He seemed so relieved to hear that everyone would be working in pairs. Yet, he still seemed a little tense.
He was paired up with Amy
You were paired up with Tails
And last but not least, Sticks was paired up with Knuckles.
Since Sticks was the one who picked the puzzles, to make things fair she was given another puzzle made by Tails.
The fox you found a bit earlier sat silently next to a tree, taking nap until you and Sticks get the time to take him to her house later, a few feet away from him, there was you and the others sitting across the picnic table from earlier breaks. there was a basket in front of your team and the others (except Sticks and Knuckles’ of course.) and each team was given a sheet of paper with riddles.
“Sticks, these aren’t puzzles” Tails perked up. Sticks looked at him confused. “what do you mean? Riddles are a part of puzzles.”
“no, they’re not. Riddles work in a way that it has to tell you a story of sorts for you to think about and solve and most of them are based on logic. You could always win those by quick thinking. puzzles, on the other hand, can require much more thinking no matter how much of a genius you are and involve putting things together so they could make sense. Also, puzzles can have their own logic while riddles must always be stuck in just one form of logic.”
“well I don’t agree!” her face scrunches up. “ A riddle is a kind of puzzle that someone asks questions that the other must find an answer to. Rather than doing physical things like shifting through wires or turning around tablets of stones or attaching some boring two pieces together- your left with giving firm verbal responses!”
“ok, first of all, “ Sonic finally speaks after half an hour of silence and grabs everyone’s attention. “you two nerds need to calm down.” He sighed. “second, Sticks, how do you even know so much about puzzles?!”
The badger shrugs. “there’s plenty of them in the forest left by the ancients. I don’t get most of them, but I didn’t manage to understand the easy ones and open its ruins here and there.”
“I knew it!” Amy joins in. “that’s why this seemed so familiar!” she lifts up the paper and looks at it in satisfied realization.
“Alright, enough chit-chat!” Sticks clicks her tech watch and sets up a timer. “you all have nine minutes to finish this up, so the game begins now!”
Soon, all eyes were on these papers. “This is a type of fruit, on which you can dine, to get another fruit, put it after pine” Tails reads the first riddle out loud and hums. “oh! Easy! It's apple.” Only a few seconds later and he’s already got the answer.
“What Am I? I’m small but I’m not a hamster. I’m found on a golf course but I’m not a golf ball. I’m a natural material but I’m not a blade of grass. I can be made into a castle but I’m not a brick. I’m grainy but I’m not an old photograph.” You hummed the question. “alright, well that’s obviously sand.”
Soon, more riddles have been answered. Yet, you didn’t feel like it was right- at least, not fully right. Looking around, your eyes land once again on the basket. Soon, everything clicks. You gave a small punch to Tails’ shoulder and grab his attention. Without uttering a word, just to make sure you were quietly ahead in the game since the other team hasn’t seemed to figure it out yet, you grab the basket and motion to the forest and beach a few feet away from you.
Tails’ eyes widen and he nods eagerly, and with that, you sprint and grab a handful of sand, put it in your basket, and quickly go inside the forest and scan the area for apples.
Luckily, the apples were found quickly a few feet away from you, most likely ones that have fallen from the tall trees all around you. You grab one and sprint back, already agreeing with Tails to finish up all the riddles then look for the rest of the items together.
‘This is a type of fruit. But it is not a lime. There are no other words. With which this word can rhyme.’ Orange.
‘Even though I have blades, I’m the one that gets cut' grass.
‘What Am I? I have eyes but I can’t see. I have skin but I can’t feel anything. I can be sweet but I’m not a piece of candy. I can be baked but I’m not a cake. I can be peeled but I’m not a carrot’ Potato.
With twenty more of these solved and nineteen items gathered up. you only needed one more thing before you win this game. The other team, however, was just starting their item-collecting part of the game. All with Sonic also being forced to put on weights for it.
So in conclusion, you and Tails didn’t rush things with the last item. It was a simple one, you just needed to look around a bit to find it. A sunflower, which Tails said he knows a place where they usually grow. So you set your sights there and followed the yellow fox.
“you know,” Tails suddenly spoke up during your walk. “you were pretty good at those riddles. And it’s a good thing you noticed the basket being important.” He gives a sheepish scoff. “I was way into the riddle solving to notice that.”
“Thanks, Tails,” you smiled. “but you did way more than I did, honestly I’d probably lose real bad without you.”
He shook his head in disagreement. “no, it was a team effort. I’d lose without you too since you were the ones who fetched the items and all. Without you, I’d be way too slow to complete all of this.” He looks at you with a small smile of his own. “we can make a pretty good team.”
Does teamwork affect things to be this much better? Does it really give more meaning or fun to a task or does it make it just more tedious? You weren't sure. But you liked this team. Team Sonic was a team full of friends. A team that must bring much great moments like this one.
“yeah, I guess we do.”
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“Annddd Tails and Y/n won!!! That makes Amy, Tails, Y/n and Sonic all lead up to a tie! “ Amy announced. “which is great considering the next game is our last one! And it's Y/n’s pick!”
Sonic glanced at his genius friend confused, then looked back at Amy. “hold on, what about Tails? Didn’t he pick any games?” Tails gave an awkward laugh to that.
“well…I may or may not have stayed completely focused on my latest project and completely forgotten about picking a game— and there was the puzzle that I had to make for Sticks so…”
“which by the way,” Sticks looked at Tails with a bit of anger. “it was a completely unfair puzzle! I give you all easy stuff and you gave Knuckles and I some of the hardest math puzzles I ever saw.”
“Well, I heard you were going to base your puzzles on the ancients so I thought you must be going for its difficult puzzles, didn’t know there were easy ones around. Sorry.” He gives an apologetic look.
Sticks’ expression loosens up and she huffs. “forgiven, but you owe me one for rigging my own game.”Tails nods to that.
“ok, since that’s settled,” Amy speaks up again, looking at her T-watch. “it's time for the final game!”
Sonic tilts his head in curiosity. “So, what did you choose doc?” Everyone looks at you, curious about what game you’d pick as the finals, the last game that will finally prove who is the best champion out there between the six of you.
You give a small smile. “hide and seek.”
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The rules of your game were simple. A list of names would be put in a jar, the one name that gets picked out is the seeker. The seeker has to close their eyes for ten minutes so the others could hide in the woods and they have two hours to check all of the woods for the ones who hid. If they find everyone before the time is up, they win. If they don’t, everyone else gets a point.
Before the game, you also set the rule of Sonic wearing weights, because if he becomes a hider it'd be extremely easy for him to switch up his positions when the seeker is nearby. And if he was the seeker, well, he’ll find everyone in less than thirty minutes.
It’s a rule which he groaned at, but complied with anyway.
The ball full of your names gets rolled around, shaken a few times and then, you finally lift out a number from it. You open it up and say the seeker’s name.
“Sonic.”
With that, everyone gets in position and as Sonic closes his eyes, you were all running to the forest like there was no tomorrow.
With the help of the multiple times you walked here to the mountains and the help of the two kids you met a few days before, you were able to find the best hiding spot. The good old small cave that gave the illusion of being a part of the mountain itself. You could thankfully fit in, but you did feel a bit claustrophobic with the tightness it surrounded you with. You crouched down, making the space easier for you to hide in and breathe. Now all you had to do is not speak a sound and wait for the timer on your phone to strike. Piece of cake.
You wondered how long it’d get Sonic to find all of you.
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Even with the weights on, Sonic was a force not to be challenged. A speedster with energy always coursing through him. A competitive being that always wants to win. From fighting Eggman to winning rounds after rounds of tomato potamos against his friends, he was always the winner. Losing was never really his thing.
Maybe that’s why he feels so determined to win this game now. His skills sharpened up to the max so that he can get the last point and finally get that satisfactory victory that he always gets. Maybe that’s why he found all of his teammates in less than forty minutes.
And maybe that’s why he’s panicking a bit now, looking everywhere yet unable to find you at all.
He’s searched everywhere ten times already. From the biggest of lakes to the longest of trees, he’s searched it all. Yet, he still couldn’t find you. Not even traces of where you went. You must’ve been careful not to make any twigs snap or footsteps be framed on the mud while you were hiding.
He was getting frustrated. He was getting annoyed. Where in the world were you right now?
As he reaches the summit yet again, he felt his ankles ache. Damn, the number of times he’d have to lift this while walking must be hitting him now. Great, another problem added to his path.
he slowly walks down the summit and with each step, he gets faster and faster. To the point where his speed becomes enough for him to look like he’s sliding down the mountain. as if the giant thing was just an accessory for a park.
A sturdy rock hits his feet. Before he could even react and stop, he falls head first down the mountain and hits the grassy ground. A loud ‘thud’ accompanied with it all. With the thud, seemed to also come a very worried human.
“oh my god— are you okay?!” the loud noise of his fall even worried you to the point of coming out of your hiding spot, it seemed.
“mhmm.” His muffled voice, which was still planted on the ground, answered. He slowly raises one of his fists up to give a shakey little thumps up. “totally fine, doc.”
“Can you move your legs?” you felt worry seep into your heart as you check his legs. He moves one up carefully, yet you could see his ankle was shaking due to the weights. You felt horribly guilty.
“new rule, to hell with these weights! You can take them off now.” He gave a sigh of relief from that sentence. With your help, the weights were taken off and Sonic sat still for a few moments to get his energy back.
You look at him with worry and guilt. You were the one who caused this, weren't you?
“Sonic…I’m so sorry— I didn’t know they were causing you this much pain— you seemed to relaxed during it all and—“
“oh come on Doc, why are you blaming yourself?” he looks at you confused. “you’re not the one who caused this, it's all my fault, really. I should’ve known it could get super uncomfortable at some point.”
“But— if I didn’t give that rule out then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt!” you sighed. Dread now chewing off any confidence you had. “ I should’ve known that you could’ve gotten tired at this point. Anyone would with this much weight on for the first time.”
“Well, technically, you did warn me.” He shrugged. “ I was the one who didn’t listen.”
Silence overtook the conversation. You weren't sure what to do now. But as you looked at your phone and notice how you still got time to get out and show that he’s found you, you figured you could make it up to him by doing just that.
“Can you walk, Sonic?”
He gets up a bit, only for his feet to wobble up and he collapses on the ground once more. “Nope. “ he sighs. you get up, and he looks at you confused. " what are you doing-“
Within a blink, you pick him up, just like he did when he first took you to the summit, and slowly start your walk back to the beach, making sure he doesn’t fall from your arms along the way. He seemed silent. No snarky comeback nor sarcastic joke came out of him for a solid five minutes. As you glanced back at him, you noticed how he was staring at you with widened up eyes. Still shocked by the whole situation.
“…I feel guilty for this.” You answer whatever question he has in his mind. “so I’m going to repay you by carrying you there and declaring you the winner.”
It took a few moments until he answered. “…whatever you say, doc.”
“why were you so eager to win the whole thing anyway?” you suddenly questioned. Curiosity getting the better of you. He shrugs in response. “I just…really like winning, I guess.” He looks up at the sky, it was almost sunset. The orange and purple hues made blurry memories appear in his mind. “I was put in so many win-or-die situations that it just became a regular thing for me to win, you know? I’ve always been known as the best, the hero. Losing is just… isn't really the most heroic-looking thing. And it messes up my whole personality. I feel..annoyed when I lose. I feel like I lost something important with it.”
“what about you doc?” he suddenly asked. “how do you feel about losing?”
You went into deep thought. Head now up in the same old memory lane as you try to give a good answer to that question. “well…I never really cared unless…” you weren't sure if you could say much about your family yet. It just didn’t feel right. You weren't ready. But..a little wouldn’t hurt, right? They wouldn’t use it against you somehow, they weren't like that. They weren't like them. “…unless my family wanted me to win. If they wanted me to win at something or pass an exam, then I’d do anything for it, no matter what. Because I knew I’d be in deep trouble if I didn’t. winning never felt good either. it felt the same as losing, just less worrisome. it was dull.”
You looked back at Sonic and saw his concerned stare. Shit, oh shit. Nope— change the subject now.
Before he could speak, you give out another question. one you were curious about for quite a while now. “why do you call me doc?”
His eyes remain a bit concerned, but he seems to have moved on from that subject with the question you gave him. “…well, you are a doctor— even thoughts it's for animals, still a doctor so,” he smiles. “yeah, doc seemed to fit.”
“Are you sure you didn’t get that nickname from a certain cartoon bunny saying it?”
He looks at you perplexed.
“you know, bugs bunny?”
“Who bunny??”
“you don’t know bugs bunny?!” you giggled a bit. “no,” he scoffs. “what, is he famous or something?”
“he’s sort of an icon in animation. His iconic line is ‘what’s up doc?’”
“well, he obviously copied me.”
“ah yes, the more than eighty-year-old cartoon character stole that line from you.”
“Obviously!” he smirked. “I’m just that cool.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that, giving him a teasing glare as he looked at you with a casual smile of his own.
A few seconds passed with peace. While thinking of all the things you’ve been through today, another question pops into your mind.
“Sonic,”
“yeah?”
“what's adventuring like?”
His eyes shift from the skies to you, now looking at you with a complicated, yet soft expression. You didn’t know how to describe it. It felt like he went through thousand of adventures, yet also went through none.
It took a while for him to answer.
“it's…fun.” He shrugs. “but it's not just fun because it's supposed to be- it's fun because you make it fun.”
He continued. “it was fun for me because I got to meet the most amazing people and form the best friendships. It's fun for others because of the treasures they find. And for some people, it's no fun at all. “ he looks up at the sunset once more. The orange hue is slowly becoming more purple with each passing second. “ for me, adventuring is fun because I get to meet the most amazing people. Like you, for example.”
You looked at him with shock. “you think I’m…amazing?”
“yeah. I mean— you handled everything super well when you came here, you're kind to everyone around you..you forgot all about the race just to help the injured fox in the forest and now you’re literally carrying me so I can win, and you’re doing that because you feel guilty for something you’re not even at fault at. You asked me if it hurt, I was the one who stupidly thought the slight throb was nothing.”
You couldn’t help but give a bashful smile. “I’m still technically at fault though. I’m the doctor, I should’ve warned you better.”
He rolled his eyes. “whatever you say, doc.”
“for the record,” you continued on. “I think you’re pretty amazing too.” You were too caught up looking at the path in front of you, beautifully covered by the fading orange and the lush greens in front. You didn’t notice how his eyes lit up a bit. “and- I’d like for us to hang out more and you know- be friends.”
“aren't we already friends?”
“ I mean— yeah? We are I guess- or I hope so- I don’t wanna pressure any of you to be friends with me if you don’t want to and it's fine if—“
“Relax, doc.” He laughed. “yeah, we’re friends. You know what- how about this, you and me, next weekend, chili dogs. Sounds good?”
You smiled. “it sounds fantastic.”
Sonic looks at you in deep thought as you keep your eyes on the path. his eyes shift to himself, then the path left ahead of you. soon, he speaks again.
“hey, Y/n?”
“yeah?”
“can you not move for a few seconds?”
You looked at him with furruwed brows.
“why?...”
“Because I want you to win.”
Suddenly, before anything else could be uttered out from your mouth, explosions and fireworks erupted and you looked up at the now darkened sky that the fireworks themed with your face lit up in. a firework of ‘winner!’ next to it. Screams of cheers can be heard only a few feet and bushes away, yet you couldn’t celebrate yet. You were still too flabbergasted by the whole ordeal. Only flinching away from your mind as you hear the hedgehog in your arms chuckle.
“how…why did you—“ you really couldn’t fathom this at all. “but— but I thought you hated losing!” you looked at him completely shocked and out of answers.
He smiles and merely shrugs in response. “ well, maybe losing sometimes isn't bad at all.”
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FUCKING FINALLY MY FUCKING GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY-
ahhh hi everyone!!!!! so so- yes, I'm alive ! and yep, your eyes don't deceive you, this chapter is 16K WORDS LONG SDKCNMNMNGNRE
this is a part of the reason why this chapter took so long to make. it just- had a lot of plot points and stories I needed to write. the reason I didn't split this was because I thought that if I just published it halfway then it'd make the whole fanfic pretty boring given how the last chapters didn't have much sonic x reader interactions as one might expect. I thought I should maybe tone down the slow burn a bit fkjnkerjngekgr
anyways, as always, finals are coming up and also, I have another fanfic I need to update, but after that I'll come back to this and write up the next chapter!!
alright alright- here's your new question given with the new chapter!!
which sonic boom episode was your favourite? for me its really hard to choose. but in terms of writing for a fanfic, I think that awardy awards episode would be a blast to write about. outside of that, I really enjoyed that one episode where Amy and Sticks get hypnotized by the totally not Justin Beiber beaver. the episode reminds me of one of bo burnham's songs lmaooo
alright, I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter. tell me if you like it being long chapters like this one or if you like the average 7 to 9 k chapters better!!
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foreveralwaysanauthor · 2 years ago
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Juliet's Basic Info
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Name: Juliet Anna Grace Harmon
Juliet’s faceclaims were so much fun to find, but I feel like they all work out pretty well. In the same, left-to-right order, we have Sharon Tate for the 60s (Valley of the Dolls), Michelle Pfeiffer for the 80s (The Hollywood Knights), Heather Graham for the 90s (Twin Peaks and I swear her hair is blonde in the picture, it's just the lighting), and Kathryn Newton for the present (Lisa Frankenstein).
Nicknames: Jules, Julie, Smiley (one of the various nicknames her dad gave her over the years, but it seemed to be the only one to stick through everything), and Duckling (a nickname from her grandmother who helped raise her)
Age: 20
Date of Birth: July 17
Zodiac: Cancer
Birthstone: Ruby
Nationality: American and Welsh
Sexuality: Bisexual, but she doesn't realize it yet. Juliet always claims that she’s straight when asked, but she makes it perfectly clear that she would 100% drop a man for her best friends, so do with that information as you will
Birthplace: Wadley Regional Medical Center, Texarkana, Texas
Current Residence: Diamond Isle, Clearwater, Florida
Occupation: She doesn’t need a job because of her dad’s money, but works at Big Momma’s to watch the everyday chaos and be the first to overhear all the gossip between patrons. Deep down, however, she is an aspiring singer
Talents/Skills: She’s played the piano for years, she can figure out any math problem in her head, and she knows how to tell what needs to be fixed in cars and motorcycles because she spent a lot of time in her dad’s shops growing up and learned very quickly
Birth order: Only child
Parents: Mark Harmon and Eloise Chapman
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Height: 5’6” or 171cm
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Almost white blonde
Glasses or contact lenses: She needs glasses for reading, but refuses to wear them unless absolutely necessary
Distinguishing features: Two freckles on her face (one on each cheek), a flower tattoo on her right hip, and a flaming heart tattoo near the inside of her left elbow
Mannerisms: Humming constantly, will improvise a quick excuse just to leave a conversation/party, and chews gum like that girl from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory when she’s anxious
Health: Dyslexic and has blood pressure issues
Hobbies: Spending her dad’s money, ballet, horseback riding, violin, and crocheting 
Greatest flaw (in their opinion): Her looks and how dependant she is on her dad. When it comes to her looks, Juliet knows she looks like a stereotypical Barbie doll and she feels like her appearance makes it hard to tell whether people like her for who she is or not. She makes sure to let others know about it being an issue for her. Juliet’s dependency on her dad, on the other hand, is a sore subject for her. Since her mom left, she clings to her dad like he’s the only thing in her life that matters. She almost hates how dependant she is on him even though she’s an adult and is more than capable of taking care of herself.
Best quality (in their opinion): Her creativity. She knows how to play whatever role is thrown her way. When she was with Xander’s group, she was used as “The Distraction” more than once and it was fun for her to come up with entire plotlines surrounding a false version of herself. 
Biggest fear: While she would probably say snakes and confined spaces, her true fear is imperfection. Juliet’s mom drilled it into her head from a young age that she needed to look, act, and be perfect in order to get her love and attention. When her mom eventually left, Juliet did everything in her power to be as perfect as she could possibly be - perfect grades, perfect appearance, everything needed to be perfect or it wasn’t good enough. Her dad tries to break her from that every chance he gets, but sometimes it isn’t enough. She still gets panic attacks when something doesn’t go right or if she doesn’t succeed at something on the first try. 
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Favorite ice cream: Black cherry
Favorite color: Crimson red
Favorite number: 9 (her competition number for horseback riding)
Favorite songs: BITCH by Dani Taylor, Bills, Bills, Bills by Destiny’s Child, Breakfast by Dove Cameron
Favorite movies: Fireball 500, Heathers, Hello Dolly, The Devil Wears Prada, and Mean Girls
Favorite shows: Gilmore Girls, The Crown, Dickinson, Baywatch, and Charlie’s Angels
Favorite books: The Reappearance of Rachel Price by Holly Jackson, The Benevolent Society of Ill-Mannered Ladies by Alison Goodman, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid, and Turtles All the Way Down by John Green
Favorite video games: Animal Crossing, Stardew Valley, and Virginia
A musical they like: My Fair Lady
A place they want to visit: Italy and Greece
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taisgf · 2 months ago
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hc. how i imagine the yj girls in relationships. part 1 (pre-crash nat, van, tai, lottie. others in pt. 2)
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A/N: fem!reader, nsfw references, but nothing crazy. mention of drugs, alc. ooc, possibly? not proofread well cause who has time am i rite, been a while since i've watched yj lol. if this does well, i might do a post-crash version..
NATALIE
𓇼 Your relationship with Nat would be 110% banter, no doubt about it. Teasing (in and out of bed), name calling, little pokes and bites are a constant for you two. I feel like she's not the best (intentionally or not) at being traditionally romantic, so instead of heartfelt declarations of love, you're more likely to receive a 'yeah, you're pretty cool' or a 'I suppose you're not too bad' accompanied by a grin and kiss instead. However, that's not to say she doesn't express her love in other ways.
𓇼 Skipping class to sit with her friends together at least once per day, and cramming a whole semester’s worth of notes together when her (and/or your) grades eventually slip. Although, I doubt much would get done..
𓇼 I feel like most of your dates or hangouts would be outside- not necessarily doing anything, just relaxing by a lake or on some random curb in Wiskayok to escape your families (mostly Nat’s) and just to catch a break from everything.
𓇼 When you are together at someone’s place though, it would be your house more often than her’s. Nights would consist of sneaking in through windows, trying to stifle giddy laughs and smoking on the rooftop of your home or her trailer.
𓇼 Natalie would 100% be sneaking you in and out of the school locker rooms, too. She thinks it’s a shame to waste such a private space, always pulling you in there to make out or just relax in-between periods (much to the rest of the team’s annoyance. They’ve actually started a petition to ban you).
𓇼 Natalie pretends not to notice, but deep down seeing you in the bleachers during her games always makes her mushy. Seeing you cheering for her, encouraging her- it only makes her play harder.
𓇼 She’s always super affectionate after games, too- running up to you and squeezing you, all sweaty and tired. The evenings after more often than not would consist of weed and cuddles, Natalie being the little spoon as you massage her sore muscles, laughing and talking about whatever comes to mind.
𓇼 Speaking of, if you’re down for it then Natalie would absolutely revel in getting high with you. Relaxing, sharing a blunt, cuddling, making out and letting her eat you out is an insanely common occurrence- her favorite way to spend her time. Sharing any drugs she got from her friends with you, yet her loyalty to you would never even come close to wavering even under the influence.
𓇼 This girl would be incredibly loyal. Natalie knows abandonment, she knows being fucked over by someone else- and never ever would she subject you to that on her terms. Although her communication may not be the best, and her temper’s far from perfect, she’ll always stick by your side.
𓇼 I feel like she’d be the jealous type, too. Fights and bickering between you two wouldn’t be far apart, but never serious- and always mended with tender cuddles, sex and apologies after.
VAN
𓇼 For some reason I have this feeling that pre-crash Van was super outdoorsy and adventurous. I can imagine her dragging you along to camping trips, hikes, time on the lake or just to spend time hanging out in nature.
𓇼 Definitely with her family, too. Van to me seems like her family and partner would come first in her heart, and would love to spend time with everyone together.
𓇼 Super playful. Van would be the type to always tease, always joke. You wouldn't be able to count on two hands the amount of times she's shoved a bug in your face, or chased you around with a spider.
𓇼 (Always met with soft chuckles and apologies, your face attacked with remorseful kisses and holding you for hours. Until she does it again.)
𓇼 Van would be very, very touchy and affectionate. Quality time and physical touch are 100% her main love languages, along with teasing meaning this girl cannot keep her hands off you. An arm around your waist or shoulder when you're out with friends, holding hands as you weave through trees, even pinkies or feet touching under a table in class. She can't get enough of you.
𓇼 Basically, Van's best comparable to a loving little dog- always at your hip, your biggest fan. Any sports you play, hobbies you indulge in- she's there to encourage you.
𓇼 And when you reciprocate at her matches, cheering her on proudly from the bleachers? You've probably had her so distracted and giddy that she's missed a few balls whizzing into the goal beside her.
𓇼 She would take you celebrating after her wins, to your most common date spot (and Van's personal favorite), the cinema. With Van, you'd be there at least once a week. What can she say, two of her favorite things? You, and movies? A chance to geek out together? Why wouldn't she insist you go nearly each day after school?
𓇼 Although, I feel like Van could be a little oblivious and dismissive at times. After unknowingly receiving flirting from some other girl at a party or unknowingly saying something that could be perceived as flirting when she was drunk, Van might be quick to wave it off as an accident. This could spark fights between you two, but quickly after seeing how it affected you Van would be quick to apologise and come to.
𓇼 (May I add that in those scenarios, she 100% turns into a service top, as part of the apology of course. Anything to make her girl happy.)
TAI
𓇼 Taissa’s definitely a more mature and slow paced partner compared to some of the other Yellowjackets, like Natalie or Lottie. Your relationship would be a lot more domestic than them, too.
𓇼 Sure, you and Tai would still attend parties together, you would get to support her at her soccer matches and do all the usual teenage stuff together. However, dates where you just co-exist the way adult couples do would be a staple in your relationship. Cooking together, tagging along to run errands, lazy Sundays in are common when you’re with Tai.
𓇼 Your relationship would also be very academic, too. Study dates, talking for hours about what career you strive for and how awesome everything would be after graduation. Revising together made fun, taking an item of clothing off for each failed cue-card or only getting a kiss if you can correctly recall something.
𓇼 Tai wouldn’t be down for PDA at all. She’d definitely be the type to be affectionate behind closed doors only, not just out of embarrassment but in favour of keeping her romantic and public life seperate (a fact that holds true especially as she gets older).
𓇼 Tai’s communication and openness is a strong point in your relationship, but I feel conflicts could stem from the idea she wasn’t intending to stay with you long run. Tai’s grand plans to leave for university, have her share of lovers- she was never intending your relationship to last past high school.
𓇼 However, after whatever fights or even temporary breakup ensues, Tai would realise that you’re worth more to her than a high school romance and that she can really see herself with you in the long run.
LOTTIE
𓇼 As long as you're with Lottie, you wouldn't lift a finger- let alone a credit card. She's got you covered.
𓇼 I feel like Lottie’s the type of partner to love just.. existing in the same vicinity as you. It majorly stems from her decent, but lonely childhood- parents always out of the house leaving Lottie by herself.
𓇼 But now that Lottie has you, any time she’s just at home alone- be it studying, training or just relaxing she’s always quick to call you over. Luckily for you two, you have all the privacy in the world alone in her large home to do whatever you please.
𓇼 Lottie’s primary love languages are 100% Gift giving, and quality time. Any time she’s out and sees some little trinket that reminds her of you, best believe she’s stealing buying it. On top of that, any chance to be near you Lottie takes. You’re running an errand? She’ll be there. Lottie’s heading to do some after school practice? You can come, and read a book on the bleachers or something. Just so you’re near. Just so you’re close.
𓇼 I feel like Lottie’s not too big on PDA, but doesn’t entirely hate it, either. Full on kissing or making out isn’t on the cards in your relationship, but linking fingers, holding hands or leaning against each-other is totally okay by her- whatever makes her girl happy. Another thing Lottie loves is sharing a headphone cord with you- or singing along loudly to music in her car. However, around her family Lottie would be colder and more reserved with her affection.
𓇼 Lottie wouldn’t necessarily flaunt your relationship like Jackie- but she wouldn’t be shy, either. If someone asks, they’d likely be met with a- ‘yeah, I’m with (y/n), she’s my girlfriend’, or something along those lines. She isn’t secretive about you by any means, just casual. Keeping you to herself. She wouldn’t be vocal about jealousy, either. Just clingy, or sad.
𓇼 I also have a feeling that since Lottie’s always had access to quality clothes, items and whatever else- having something with real sentimental value rather than monetary value would mean so much more to her than a regular gift. Little homemade keychains or a good luck charm is something I can totally see her carrying around with her, especially since it was made by you.
𓇼 Since all her meals were made by nannies, her room cleaned by maids, having you there to do all that with her really resonates deep inside Lottie’s heart. Having you there to teach her how to do the things she never had to learn- how to cook, wash her clothes, empty a vacuum- it means so much to her.
𓇼 I feel like Lottie can be a real tease, too. Cheeky banter back and forth similar to Natalie, except she’s better at expressing her love sincerely. It’s all situational with Lottie- teasing and cheeky, or tender and soft. No matter how she is, though- Lottie’s loyalty is made clear.
𓇼 Although, at times I think Lottie could grow distant and pull herself away from you when she’s overwhelmed, angry or tired. If you try and talk to her, she might get frustrated and say something she really didn’t mean- again, likely stemming from her family. However, once she’s cooled off, Lottie would do anything in her power to make it up to her partner.
𓇼 Little gifts, massages, fancy dates or just fucking you for hours- anything to pamper you, take care of you. On that note, Lottie’s totally a switch, but greater than that, a huge service top. She wants nothing more than to make you feel good, happy and safe.
𓇼 In terms of pet names, I feel like Lottie would steer away from the really corny and sappy ones, settling for a variant of your name or something simple like ‘love’ or ‘babe’. Study hangouts would also be really common between you two, and even more often than that just lounging around at her place or going to parties together.
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rohmsteroids-uk · 5 months ago
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The Impact of TTM Steroid on Athletic Performance: A Comprehensive Analysis
Athletic performance enhancement has always been a subject of fascination and controversy in the world of sports. With advancements in medical science, various substances and methods have been developed to boost performance, one of which includes TTM (Topical, Transdermal, and Muscle-targeting) steroids. These steroids, designed for localized application and absorption, offer an alternative to traditional anabolic steroids. This article provides a comprehensive analysis of how TTM steroid impact athletic performance, weighing their benefits, risks, and ethical considerations.
Types of TTM Steroid
There are several types of steroid that can be administered through TTM methods, including:
Testosterone and Its Derivatives: Used for increasing muscle mass and strength.
Nandrolone: Known for its ability to promote muscle growth and aid in recovery from injuries.
Corticosteroids: Used for their potent anti-inflammatory properties to manage pain and swelling.
Each type has specific effects and benefits tailored to different athletic needs.
Benefits of TTM Steroid in Athletics
Enhanced Performance
TTM steroid can significantly enhance athletic performance by improving muscle strength, speed, and endurance. These steroids help increase protein synthesis in muscle cells, leading to greater muscle mass and strength gains. Athletes using TTM steroid may experience quicker gains compared to those relying solely on training and nutrition.
Increased protein synthesis and nitrogen retention in muscles contribute to more rapid muscle repair and growth, essential for athletes who undergo rigorous training regimes. Enhanced recovery allows for more frequent and intense training sessions, contributing to overall improved performance.
Faster Recovery
One of the critical benefits of TTM steroid is their role in reducing recovery time. Steroids have anti-inflammatory properties that can help reduce muscle soreness and inflammation after intense training sessions. This allows athletes to train more frequently and with higher intensity, leading to better performance over time.
By minimizing muscle damage and accelerating repair processes, TTM steroids enable athletes to maintain high training volumes and intensities. This is particularly beneficial for professional athletes who need to perform consistently at their peak levels without prolonged downtime due to injuries or overtraining.
Muscle Growth
TTM steroids can promote muscle hypertrophy by increasing the amount of muscle protein synthesis. This results in larger and stronger muscles, which are essential for many sports. The localized application of TTM steroid can help target specific muscle groups, enhancing their growth more effectively than systemic steroids.
The ability to apply steroids directly to target areas ensures that the benefits are concentrated where they are most needed, maximizing muscle development in key areas that contribute to performance in specific sports.
Potential Risks and Side Effects
Short-term Risks
The use of rohm labs is not without risks. In the short term, users might experience skin irritation, redness, and rash at the application site. Additionally, because these steroids are absorbed into the bloodstream, they can cause hormonal imbalances, leading to side effects such as acne, mood swings, and increased aggression.
Skin irritation can be particularly problematic for athletes who need to apply steroids frequently. Ensuring proper application techniques and using formulations designed to minimize skin reactions can help mitigate these issues.
Long-term Health Issues
Long-term use of TTM steroid can lead to more severe health issues. These include cardiovascular problems such as hypertension, increased risk of heart attack and stroke, liver damage, and disruption of the endocrine system. These risks are similar to those associated with other forms of anabolic steroid use.
Chronic exposure to high levels of steroids can lead to systemic health problems, including negative impacts on cholesterol levels, increased risk of blood clots, and liver toxicity. Athletes need to be aware of these potential long-term consequences and weigh them against the short-term benefits of performance enhancement.
Psychological Effects
Steroids can also have significant psychological effects. Users may experience mood swings, anxiety, depression, and even aggressive behavior. The phenomenon known as "roid rage" is well-documented, where individuals exhibit unusually aggressive and violent behavior.
The psychological impact of steroids can affect an athlete's mental health and interpersonal relationships, potentially leading to detrimental outcomes both in and out of competition. Proper mental health support and monitoring are essential for athletes using these substances.
Ethical and Legal Considerations
Doping Regulations
The use of TTM steroid is regulated by various sports authorities, including the World Anti-Doping Agency (WADA). Many steroids are on the banned substances list, and athletes found using them can face suspensions, fines, and bans from competition. Strict testing protocols are in place to detect steroid use among athletes.
Athletes need to be fully aware of the substances included in anti-doping regulations and ensure compliance to avoid sanctions. The development of more sophisticated testing methods continues to improve the detection of prohibited substances, making it increasingly difficult for athletes to evade detection.
Fair Play and Integrity
The use of TTM steroid raises ethical questions about fair play and the integrity of sports. Performance-enhancing drugs can create an uneven playing field, where athletes using these substances have an unfair advantage over those who do not. This undermines the spirit of competition and can lead to a loss of public trust in sports.
Maintaining a level playing field is essential for the credibility of competitive sports. Athletes, coaches, and sports organizations must work together to promote fair competition and uphold the values of honesty and integrity in sports.
Case Studies
Numerous high-profile cases have highlighted the consequences of steroid use. Athletes like Lance Armstrong and Marion Jones have faced public disgrace and severe penalties for their involvement with performance-enhancing drugs. These cases serve as a cautionary tale for athletes considering the use of TTM steroid.
Armstrong's fall from grace and the stripping of his seven Tour de France titles underscore the significant repercussions of doping. Similarly, Jones's admission of steroid use and subsequent stripping of her Olympic medals illustrate the long-term personal and professional costs of using banned substances.
Conclusion
In conclusion, the use of TTM steroid in athletics is a double-edged sword. While they offer significant performance benefits, the associated risks and ethical issues cannot be ignored. Athletes, coaches, and sports organizations must work together to promote safe and fair practices, ensuring that the pursuit of excellence does not come at the expense of health and integrity. With informed decision-making and a commitment to ethical standards, the world of sports can continue to inspire and captivate audiences worldwide.
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bookoformon · 6 months ago
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Ether 14: 14-16. "The Shudder."
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It is the Heart of Justice that frees the people and keeps them free. When the government turns it back on justice, civilization fails. The governors of our world have refused to embrace this and now life on earth exists on borrowed time.
The Prophet says the Heart of Justice, called Lib must be pursued until Coriantumr "the return to innocence" is possible. Without Lib what is called Agosh, "nearness to God" will be impossible. Key to avoid is what is called Akish, "the snap", like jaws of a trap snap. Mankind must not be caught awares by corrupt criminals who have found a way to use state power against their people. This is the cause of all that is going wrong on the planet right now.
All corrupt politicians like Charles Mary, Queen Camilla, and the Prince of Wales, all of whom are guilty of Crimes Against Humanity, Vladmir Putin, Xi Ping, Kung Pao Kitty in North Korea, and Donald Trump need to be put down and righteous men and women need to replace them and return our innocence to us. Perhaps then we will see the Spirit of God at work in our lives instead of the devil.
14 And it came to pass that Lib did smite the army of Coriantumr, that they fled again to the wilderness of Akish.
15 And it came to pass that Lib did pursue him until he came to the plains of Agosh. And Coriantumr had taken all the people with him as he fled before Lib in that quarter of the land whither he fled.
16 And when he had come to the plains of Agosh he gave battle unto Lib, and he smote upon him until he died; nevertheless, the brother of Lib did come against Coriantumr in the stead thereof, and the battle became exceedingly sore, in the which Coriantumr fled again before the army of the brother of Lib.
The passage says "innocence" fled to a single quarter of the land. A nation does not consist of one quarter. One quarter does not get to observe Shabbos while the other three are subjected to slavery. This is why during the Seder there are Four Cups, so one understands everybody drinks.
What happens when only a few drink? What is happening in Ukraine happens- a free people are invaded by barbarians who lack a mechanism to stop themselves from doing it. So all the world has to be innocent or all the world is at risk. The same thing happened in Israel. President Biden's Administration did not respond to the utter corruption left behind by Donald Trump and Israel was attacked on October 7 and now people are dead in America and the schist is hitting the can in the Middle East.
So freedom, called Mashiach in Hebrew is all or nothing.
The Values in Gematria are:
v. 14: They fled again into the wilderness. The Value in Gematria is 4843, "pressure and shudder."
One cannot respond to the Call of Duty with worry, one must judst do it. As we have mentioned doing what is right and appropriate scares people, and this has caused criminality to run wild on this planet. Evil people do not worry. They count on their enemies shriveling up at the thought of doing something in response to their corruption and it always works.
The Torah was written to remove the worry from doing what is right. No one can hurt a righteous man who has faith in a Righteous God. It is the liar, the thief, the murderer, the rapist, the child molestor that must worry instead.
v. 15: He came to the Plains of Agosh. Plains are territories that do not have crossings or ups and downs. It is not possible to live in a valley or on a mountain top one will spend all of one's time going up and down. So the Plain of Agosh, "to set out, to make the approach" is the realization life has had too many ups and downs, almost certainly because of corruption in the government.
The Value in Gematria is 7368, ז‎גו‎‎ח, "the glare."
A glare is a glaring truth, one that cannot be avoided. One supposedly sees a final glare before one see God on Sinai, that one is indeed imperfect but can still be of service to God. To put an end to corruption does not mean life will instantly be perfect, but it will indeed instantly serve a different purpose. The realization of one's purpose is therefore called a glare.
v. 16: And when he had come to the plains of Agosh he gave battle unto Lib, and he smote upon him until he died. The Value in Gematria is 7812, ‎ זחאב‎ ‎ , zahav, "gold."
Mankind does not want to live on a shitty world. He has talked about a Golden Age since time has begun but always failed to achieve it. There is probably no such thing as a return to innocence, we don't know what that even means, but to live in such utter wickedness, the victims of vile personalities makes us wonder if such a thing is possible.
To the extent it is possible depends on the level of exertion we are willing to undergo to stop secret combinations, but as we are seeing, the entire people of the nation must be convicted the Words of the Torah apply to them and believe justice should prevail around the globe.
This Book of Mormon, an Additional Testament amplifies this message continously, stating full citizenship in a legally free society is the answer to all man's troubles. Citizenship is the gateway of all persons to prosperity. But first, there must be compliance with the law, and submission to the whims of the Spirit and the performance of all that good and kind. This has always been the way up out of the valley and down the mountain.
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jaymendell · 2 years ago
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“Yet you don’t sound very happy about it,” Jan observed, hiding her smile behind the lip of her mug.
Sym let out a blustery sigh, shaking his head. He had a wry grin of his own, and took a moment to stall as he swirled the tea in his cup. It was a glittering shade of blue, specially-enchanted by his elven companion to encourage longevity.
Melle had snuck it into his pocket pouch with what she clearly believed to be excellent stealth, and Sym was far too used to such things to protest anymore.
“I am happy,” he defended, those old protective instincts stirring at the hint of criticism (however well-meaning) towards his charges. “It’s just… you know. Gets a bit overbearing, sometimes.”
Jan’s eyes softened, emphasizing the crow’s feet beginning to form on her face. Sym could have sworn those weren’t there the last time the two of them had spoken.
“Well, you’re a bit more fragile than you used to be, my friend.”
“A bit more old, you mean,” Sym corrected, leaning back in his chair with a rueful laugh. “You should have seen the ruckus that got kicked up when I started going gray. Woke up one morning to Shelly trying to secretly pull all the individual strands out one-by-one. Nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“Your vampire? Oh, Symmy, you know they mean well.”
“‘Course I know! And don’t call me that, you meddling old hag,” Sym grumbled, ignoring the way his cheeks flushed as Jan threw her head back in a true witch’s cackle.
Of course he knew that they only had the best of intentions. How could he not?
It’d been nearly fifty years since he’d opened up the Hostel, since he’d found a home and decided to share it with those traveling between the realms. Most of his residents would come and go, but some had made it into their home, resting there with him.
And none of them were kids, of course. But they were kinda his kids, despite that, and the prospect of his inevitable aging had become something of a sore subject in the household.
Even today, when he’d just stepped out to visit with an old friend that he hadn’t seen in recent years, he’d had to duck away from Keep’s poor attempt at tailing him, leaving the werewolf turning in circles and sneezing constantly from all the smells of the marketplace.
He appreciated the care. But he hardly needed all the fuss — he’d been taking care of himself just fine before all these meddling kids showed up!
“Don’t fuss, Symmy,” Jan laughed, ignoring his disgruntled huff. “It’ll level off. Just give them some time to wrap their heads around it. Humans don’t live nearly as long as most of our friends do.”
“I know,” Sym said, letting out a long breath. “I just worry. I always do.”
“Obviously. You never would have ended up in this situation if you didn’t,” Jan said, and reached across the table, gently patting his hand.
The veins on his skin had started to become more prominent over time, and just yesterday Melle had been forced to catch the hammer when Sym’s shaking hands hadn’t been able to keep a good grip.
“…When I’m not here, who will be around to worry about them?” Sym finally said, giving weight to the words that had been lingering in his head.
“We all will, Sym,” Jan assured, and she intertwined her fingers with his, politely refraining from bringing attention to the way he clutched her almost desperately. “You’ve built a good community here. All around you, good people have grown. That won’t disappear when you’re gone.”
Sym took a deep breath, nodding his acknowledgment. “It will. I believe that.”
“No hero can live forever,” Jan murmured, not without sympathy.
“Who would want to?” Sym let out a tiny laugh of his own. “I’ve paid my dues. I’m ready to see the journey through.”
“And we’ll all walk beside you,” Jan assured.
“I know.” Sym smiled. That, at least, he had never once doubted.
Wherever he went from this moment, he would not go alone.
“What’s it like being the only human in the group?”
“… I have the best bodyguards in the world. No one can fucking touch me.”
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geohoneyy · 2 years ago
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What is Pure Honey and its Characteristics | Geohoney
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Pure honey is the natural sweetener the bees produce and has always been a favorite of many people. It contains a rich amount of nutrients, minerals, and other beneficial compounds and thus, has been used as a natural folk remedy since ancient times. It is a wonderful alternative to regular table sugar, which is just a source of unwanted calories.
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Honey is classified into many types based on the source of flower nectar, flowering season, environmental conditions, and processing techniques. All honey, thus, comes with a distinct taste, aroma, and color. Daily consumption of honey helps boost physical health and is very advantageous for mental health.
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Rich Source of Antioxidants
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Treats Digestive Tissues
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rommahh · 3 years ago
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Love On Tour…Actually
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{Im sorry for how late this was. I went to the show Friday and honestly, it was the best day of my life. I had a little PCD which made me super unmotivated but I’m back. I love you all, R}
You woke up a little grumpy, you won’t lie. You didn’t like waking up alone especially on a show day. It made you uncomfortable to be left to your own devices without any structure or schedule. You understood that Harry was a busy man but it would’ve been nice to receive some text so you could plan your day accordingly.
Sitting on the couch in the lounge of your hotel room, you chowed down on leftover pasta while watching Netflix on your iPad. You had yet to receive a text from Harry even though you had texted him hours ago when you woke up. It was hard to tell if he was ignoring you out of anger or if he was simply just lost in track. Either way you felt dejected.
On the other hand, Harry hadn’t even noticed that he iced you. He was busy running around Nashville trying to get things ready for tonight’s show. He bought you a new dress and shoes, and got the ring fitted. It was hard to figure out your ring size but he end up measuring your finger when you were passed out asleep in bed last night. When you slept, you slept and he knew that would be the perfect time to measure your finger.
Harry was so busy that morning, that by the end of his errands he realized he didn’t even have time to go back to the hotel before rehearsals. He was sporting a small cough and his vocal chords felt overworked but that’s all apart of tour.
Pulling his phone out of his back pocket as he walked into the arena, he dialed your number quickly. He had people trying to talk to him but he paid them no mind.
“Oh? Would you look who’s here?” Harry’s head shot up to the sound of your voice. There you sat on his dressing room couch, arms crossed over one another as you glared at him. Your gaze burned through him and he could just tell he was in trouble.
“Hello lovie.” Harry rasped.
“Harry you sound like shit but here you are up and about running around. You should’ve slept in this morning.” Scolding as you stand up to walk in front of him. Harry could feel the anger radiate off of you but you hid it well. He melted into your hands that cupped his warm cheeks.
“I had a lot of errands to run and I didn’t want to wake you. Also it’s just a sore throat from singing and traveling- comes with being on tour.” He mumbles dropping his head into your neck. You caress the hairs on the back on his neck and massage the tense muscles.
“You’ve got to think about yourself more, Harry. You have a show to put on but you can’t put on your best show if you’re not at your best. I am not happy with you at all.” Even though your words were scolding him, you held him your arms in the most soothing way. That’s what Harry loved about you, you cared for him like no one else could (aside from his mom). You could tell him off with your harshest words but he’d always feel your love from miles away.
“You’re right love, sorry for not keeping in touch today.” You hum in acknowledgement. You both pulled away from each other when his driver walked in with Harry’s abundance of bags. “Thank you, sir.”
“What all did you buy?” You ask walking towards the bags. Harry’s arm shot out in front of you making you stop. You looked up at him in shock. “Fine be secretive.”
You huffed before making your way back to the couch. Harry rolled his eyes at you, making way to his shopping bags. Plucking the bag from Nordstrom he plopped it down on the table in front of you.
“I just didn’t want you snooping at some other stuff. I bought you this, for tonight.” He sat down beside you, thighs touching leaving no room between you two.
“Im not trying to be mean. Just a little peeved that you left this morning without telling me. You also have a cold and I wanna take care of you since you won’t do it.” A hand rubs his forehead luring his eyes shut.
“Sorry baby, I thank you for caring so much.” He whispers sleepily.
“Im always gonna care for my bubs.” Kissing him on the lips, your turn your attention to the bag. The small grey bag had light tissue paper covering the product within the bag. The tissue falls to the floor as you dig into the bag. A silky champagne dress, folded neatly to decrease wrinkles, sits in the bag. The dress was soft and you knew it was loose enough to give you the room to dance. Soft snores escaped the boy beside you- the exhaustion evident on his face.
You pull the dress out of the bag and walk over to where his outfit of the night hung. The dress was hung beside his to be steamed for later. Turning around, you smile at the sight of your curled up boyfriend. Your heart hurt knowing that in a few minutes he would have to go rehearse.
Harry sleepily went through rehearsals sitting in a chair the whole time. He knew his stage cues and performance, he only had one more thing to rehearse but it required for you to not be in the room. He gave one look to Jeff to signal him to get you out. Jeff made up some excuse saying that he needed help with some social media post for the show.
Before the show, there was a catered dinner from some local restaurant. Harry ate a light meal of fresh vegetables and a sweet iced tea which has grown on him having lived in the states for some years. You ate grilled chicken and fries enjoying the free food. The two of you ate alone in his dressing room- wanting a moment of piece before the crazy.
“How are you feeling?” You ask Harry. He shrugs, he was more nervous than anything but you wouldn’t understand why if he had told that to you. He felt floaty. Tonight would be a game changer, a step in a whole new direction. This is something he’s wanted to do for years now but it’s finally happening, and he’s scared.
"Im ok, a little tired but what else is new. I can't wait to sleep all night and cuddle with you." He grabs your hand from across the table. you squeeze it, frowning at his revelation.
"I don't like that you're so tired." You worry, his hand squeezes yours in reassurance.
“Im ok, it’s all apart if the job.” He looks down to your bare ring finger, thumb brushing over the empty spot. Your nails were done in your favorite way, some funky pattern you found from Pinterest all painted on short coffin nails.
“I love you Harry and I’m so proud of you. I know that these years put us both in a bad place mentally but I’m happy of where we are now.” Harry could almost tear up to your words. They settled into his mind, resonating. He was making the perfect decision and you solidified that ideal.
2014
Harry didn’t know how they did it. A show every night, a new state everyday, a new country every few months- he was burnt out. He was tired of shared tour buses and the lack of autonomy. Last nights LA show was amazing, the crowd was amazing, the energy was amazing- so why did he feel so horrid?
He walked around in The Grove, security guards walking in front and behind him. He wanted a peaceful day alone but here they were. Fans watched suspiciously trying to decipher if it was Harry or not. His hat and sunglasses were obviously not the disguise he thought they would be.
As the whispers got louder, his heart started to flurry more. Panic seeped into his veins as he looked for an escape. Bolting in the Barnes and Nobles- security guards close behind- Harry asked for the employees to close shop just for a moment. Harry only needed a moment to get a car near by to escape to. Feeling overwhelmed, Harry hid.
In between the historical fiction and romance aisle is where he sat. Head between his knees, trying to catch his breathe.
“Are you ok?” A voice asked from above him. His head whipped up in shock. Standing there was you, three books clutched between your arms. Adjusting your dress you dropped down to the floor in front of him.
“I-im fine, tired but fine.” He replied. He looked different than he did the night before, you thought. Last night, he was energetic and full of life and now, now you saw a boy whose exhaustion overpowered him.
“You here for any books?” You were just trying to change the subject, something you did with yourself when you had panic attacks.
“Oh no, I don’t-“ he stuttered shaking his head. You smiled at him before pulling a book from your stack. The fault In Our Stars, your new favorite.
“I love this book, one of my favorites. Heard a movie is coming out too so that’s fun.” You joke. Harry’s relaxed slightly, you nestled closer to him. Opening the book, you began reading, your gentle voice calming Harry.
At the start of chapter four, an interruption pulled you both away. Harry’s security guard told Harry that a car was waiting and the perimeter of the store was clear. Harry nodded telling the guard to give him five more minutes.
“I guess this is it.” You mumble closing your book. Harry nods but makes no move to leave. Something clicks in him as he looks at your face again.
“You were at the concert last night, meet and greet?” He muses.
“Yeah, One Direction is my favorite band. My friend bought our vip tickets for my birthday. Best night ever.” You say quietly, scared that he might think that you’re some obsessed fan.
“Oh, well I’m glad you enjoyed the show….so why didn’t you freak out today or- or expose where I was?”
“You’re a human being, just like me. You get nervous, frustrated, and sad just like me. You get panic attacks just like. Who am I to treat you differently?” Your words did so much for Harry. “Now don’t get me wrong, you’re my favorite in the band, but I don’t idolize you nor do I wish to be in your position cause I know it must be hard.”
“It is. Hard, I mean, really really hard. I love my job but I’m tired.” The silence you two shared burned a connection between you two. “This may be weird but could I have your number? I like talking to you and I wanna hear more of this book.”
Placing your hand made bookmark in the book, you closed in and gently placed it on Harry’s lap. “Have it. I have one at home and if you still want to talk about it- I’ll give you my number.”
Harry stills as the book sits in his lap. “I want to talk to you about the book.”
After exchanging numbers, Harry was urged by you to go. Walking side by side to the door, you were separated by his security.
“Harry, don’t let this keep hurting you. Find the joy and grasp on to it.”
You turned out to be his joy. Calls every night after shows and different books being read together, you both gravitated towards each other. Everyday was a new day to grow closer together. He invited you to more concerts, paying for every ticket because he just needed to be with you.
The show was going beautifully. Harry looked amazing in stage in all white and most fans were captivated by your outfit too. It worried you to see Harry so exhausted on stage but you knew he would stick it through like he always does. Proud was an understatement in your eyes. Harry made you more than proud.
You stood in the back of the watermelon pit at the end of the aisle where his stage stopped a few feet away. Jeff stood beside you like he normally did but he was acting suspicious. You two never stood on the side of Harry’s exit but this is where Jeff said you’d get the best view tonight.
Harry sang his final ‘we’ll be alright’ before doing his stage stroll and bows, but instead of finishing in the middle of the stage- he went down stage to the place he normally exits to at the end of the night. You watched in confusion, along with the crowd, as he walked down the steps to you. The crowd erupted in screams as the lights focused on where you were standing.
“What are you doing?” You asked with large eyes of shock. You felt your heart stop in your chest. The crowd getting louder by the moment. Harry walked closer to you, one hand digging into his pocket while his eyes focused on your face. You couldn’t place what was happening but you’re eyes welled with even more tears nonetheless. Jeff was to the side with a huge smile and his phone out to capture the moment.
“Y/N, my love, my light, the best thing that has happened to me,” he didn’t have his mic on so the crowd couldn’t hear him but you could hear him perfectly. As if you two were the only ones in the large arena, you could only see Harry. “From the moment I met you in the bookstore, I knew you were meant to be in my life. Somehow you took me from my darkest place and guided me to my lightest.
I know our lives have been hard but we’ve always found a way to be alright. I want that for the rest of my life. I want you to be by my side for the rest of my life, so will you please, my love, marry me?”
You gave him no time to answer as you yanked him up by his arm. You wept as you exclaimed loud yeses, yeses that could be heard by a few fans who screamed in excitement igniting the rest of the crowd to scream. Harry picked you up in his arms, throwing one arm out to wave at the crowd before bounding backstage.
“Oh my god Harry!” You exclaimed as he set you down. He only had a few minutes to talk so you kept it quick. You pulled his face down to your kissing his lips. This kiss pulled you both deeper into each other.
He pulled away making you whine. “I gotta go back but I promise you’ll get it all tonight. I can’t believe you said yes. I love you so much.”
Harry’s energy multiplied by 100 going back on stage. He even went as far as to explain what watermelon sugar was about. Remembering when the song was made, it made your legs clench together- a pulse overwhelming your lower regions.
Looking down at your hand, you could feel yourself tear up again at the ring he bought you. It fit perfectly in your hand, you remember him measuring your hand that night even though he thought you were asleep. The thought of your future made your heart swell. A future with new music, a wedding, a nice house, and babies made your heart swell. This was something you couldn’t wait for.
Harry found his joy in you but he never knew about the joy he was to your dark life.
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