#hurt/comfort my beloved

[aealzx]

As Sonic slammed through the enemy’s weapons Knuckles slid to a stop next to Shadow and threw his body protectively over the black hedgehog’s smaller form, a hand resting on Shadow’s head, and face turning to snarl at the soldiers. Only when significant damage had been done did Sonic skid to a stop, standing between the soldiers and Shadow with his arms spread wide, blue lightning rippling off his form. The quiet that fell over the field wasn’t complete, but it was still numbing. “Stay down, new hedgehog. I’ll keep you safe,” Knuckles spoke quietly to Shadow when he tried to push himself up despite the form over him. He smelled of blood mixed with ash, and Knuckles could hear the slight wheeze in his painfully heavy breaths. It was a simple command, but Knuckles was uncertain if the way Shadow’s form relaxed after a moment was a good thing or not. He seemed to be having trouble keeping his eyes open.

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“Mr. Wachowski. Care to enlighten me why you’re here?” Commander Walters returned the greeting. “Well, I live here,” Tom answered with a brief smile. “Green Hills is right over there, in case you weren’t aware. We’d appreciate it if the military wasn’t firing off weapons so close to town.” “A minor incident. We have it under control, and will be leaving shortly.” Sonic snorted and opened his mouth to shoot a bitter reply, but Tom stopped him with a hand. “Great! Well then, I’ll just pick up my kids, and we’ll pretend this never happened. We can tell the town you were cleaning up a rogue Eggman drone?” Tom suggested brightly. That got Commander Walters to crack a fake smile. “Ah. Yes, that should do nicely.” “Cool! Keeping it simple. I like it,” Tom breathed, clapping his hands together and turning slightly. “Honey, is kid number four safe to move?” “Four?” Commander Walters spoke in mildly confused protest. “Uhhhhh yeah. Two right here, and then two over there with Maddie makes four,” Tom returned easily, pointing to Sonic and Tails near him, and then Knuckles and Shadow as Maddie reached them. Commander Walters cleared his throat. “I’m sorry Mr. Wachowski, there seems to be a misunderstanding. Project Shadow is property of G.U.N.. I can’t allow you to take it.” “Huh,” Tom voiced, forcing a pause. “That’s strange. I thought slavery was illegal in the United States.” “You know what I mean.” “No, I actually don’t. Care to enlighten me how kidnapping a lost child and subjecting him to experimentation and indefinite imprisonment is something the government does?” Commander Walters’ expression twitched, and Tom started nodding his head. “Yeah, we figured some things out,” Tom confirmed the unspoken, possible question. It prompted Commander Walters to change tactics, shifting his shoulders and drawing a breath for a new conversation. “We’re simply containing a dangerous weapon. It’s standard procedure.” “Excuse me? The only dangerous weapon we’ve had to deal with recently was that moon slicing cannon your people built. The one that my kids stopped, because some nutcase stole it from you. Remember that?” “Didn’t he almost kill you in the process?” “Because he thought I was you!” Tom snapped. ”And seeing what you've done to him now I can see why his first reaction to seeing you was to fight!” “He's dangerous-” “He is a child!” Tom bellowed. “And if you would treat him as one, as a person, instead of a weapon he may have come to like you instead of wanting to kill you the moment he saw you! Now are you going to take my suggestion and get the hell out of here without a fuss, or are we going to have to do this the hard way?”

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“I think he passed out.” Maddie faltered for a moment, but then pushed through, somewhat reassured since they were already in the clinic. “Alright. That’s okay, bring him over here,” Maddie directed, pointing to a shallow bathing station. “We need to get him clean. Can you get his gloves and shoes off?” she gave for further instruction before turning to her three boys. “Knuckles, take your brothers to the front room and call Uncle Wade to come help watch you three.” “But I wanna help!” Sonic protested, already having been dancing around their feet staying out of the way but also trying to stay as close as he could. “I know, but this is a little more intense than I’d like you to have to deal with,” Maddie assured, running her hand over his head. “I’ll be good, I’ll listen.” “No, Sonic,” Maddie stressed. “I’m gonna have to do surgery to fix his ribs, and I don’t want any of you to see that. Okay?” Sonic’s eyes went wide, and Maddie raised her hands to steady him if needed. It was a little blunt, but she didn’t have time to keep trying to convince him. “It’ll be okay, boys. I’ll take care of it. So just be good for Wade, alright?” “I’ll watch over them, mother,” Knuckles assured, moving forward with Tails already clinging to him and putting a hand around Sonic. “Come. Let us contact our Uncle, then construct a plan to welcome Shadow home.”

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Iiiiiii have a lot of scattered incoherent thoughts about Shadow getting adopted that I cannot figure out how to string together in a straight story, so I'm just doodling and writing the lil bits that pop into my head. 8 |

Something about Shadow trying to find his inhibitor rings again, but he only gets the 2 for his legs and G.U.N. finds the other 2 first, which leads to Shadow trying to steal them back but inevitably getting worn down by them and his own chaos energy beating him up. So he gives in and goes to Green Hills to find Sonic for help because "I thought that...since you wouldn't kill me… even after all I did, all I said, I thought that maybe…. maybe… you could help me"

This all took long enough that the Wachowski fam had enough time to talk things over about everything.

This also might be the 'I may have beat Shadow up a lil too much haha whoops' headspace 'cause he ended up with this list of injuries by the time the fam got him:

2 displaced broken ribs on the right (stabilized by Maddie with pins to be removed later)

broken right arm

broken left leg

injured right lung (causes wheezing mostly)

large laceration on right torso and right thigh

I'm still not sure if I want Walters to be the one there chasing Shadow or if it should be the other military lady and Walters helps stop them and let Tom and Maddie take Shadow 8 |

anyway post is getting way long so * finger guns and leaves ya'll with this *

[collophora]

Fics rec of the week, and especially if you like well-written Wrecker, is the entire work of @electrikworm on AO3 In order:

The Batch have a terrible day

Human Shield

A peaceful moment

(But go read the others too)

[fawnnpaws]

gawd…… ur brain. i love u.

patrick and the self-loathing… art being so insecure so sad… they’re both extra clingy to you that night, need you to make it all better.

and patrick the next day….. you’ve never seen him like that. neither has art. it’s so eerie. especially if like. you also grew up w them. idk. i looove a girl best friend trope. ANYWAYS!!! everything just feels so #off. poor sweetie patrick hates himself kinda, doesn’t know what to do

and if i said this all actually takes a huge emotional toll on you but you don’t say anything bc the two of them are worse off and you need to fix it………. if i said you fix everything for them and are their emotional comfort but end up breaking down yourself in a week because you didn’t talk about how you felt because that’s what you’ve always done with art and patrick……… its not entirely their fault, you just want to take care of them, but it’s been years in the making. years of mediating their spats, comforting them through break ups despite your pining for them, giving so much of yourself to make sure they’re okay and never voicing that you might need something in return. and now you’re navigating this new dynamic where suddenly you have the two people you’ve wanted most since you were fucking 12 years old.

you thought you knew what they needed, you thought you were equipped to handle anything they threw at you. you’d known them for the majority of your lives at this point, so seeing something completely new from patrick is terrifying. it takes days to figure out the root of the problem, days of walking on eggshells trying to get patrick to open up again. art is particularly needy because he’s just as scared as you are when patrick stops responding to your texts and spends more time out doing who knows what. you know he’s punishing himself, but you don’t know how to get him to stop. it takes locking him in a room with you and art to get him to talk, then it takes hours for the three of you to lay it all out. you address patrick’s self blaming and art’s insecurities, but you don’t say anything about how it’s affecting you. you don’t even think it’s affecting you at all - you just feel relieved that your boys have worked their feelings out in the open.

so, when things return to an improved normal, why don’t you feel better? why does it feel like there’s something gnawing in your chest? and— why are they looking at you like that?

“what’s wrong? are you okay?” they both speak at the same time, so you’re not even sure who says what, but suddenly, the two of them are on either side of you on the floor of your room with worry written all over their faces.

“what?” you hear yourself ask the question, but the words feel distant from you. like you’re watching yourself through backward binoculars. it’s then that you feel how wet your face is. you’re crying. you hadn’t even realized. come to think of it, you’re not sure how or when you ended up on the floor either. your tongue feels numb and you can’t stop the tears. you know they’re talking to you but you can’t hear them anymore. it’s like you’re being swallowed whole by a dark cloud.

the next thing you remember is an overwhelming sense of comfort. you’re laying down, pressed between two bodies. you know these bodies. art and patrick. your boys. you blink your eyes open, taking a moment to adjust to the light coming through your window. it hasn’t been that long, then. above you, art and patrick are sitting propped against your headboard and talking in hushed voices. yours cuts through them, though it’s still soft with sleep, “what happened?”

they look down at you and it’s clear how relieved that are that you’re awake. that you’re somewhat okay.

“we’re not sure, baby, but we think you might have had a panic attack.” patrick says, instinctively reaching out to touch you but hesitating, like you’re made of glass he’s afraid he’ll break. you gently take his wrist and bring his hand to your face so you can nuzzle into it. art wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you up so you’re curled up in his lap, patrick closes the gap where your body was between them and pulls your legs over his lap, so you all stay touching.

“this week was really hard on you, wasn’t it?” art asks quietly.

you think for a moment and your lip wobbles, “i just wanted to help you both. i didn’t think i needed anything else.”

“you did help us. so perfectly.” patrick says, his hand still on your face. “we should have seen it was taking a toll on you.”

“no, i should have been able to handle it. i always handle it.” you insist, tears threatening to fall again. you feel art’s arms tighten around your waist.

“you’re right, you always handle it - handle us - but we need to take care of you, too.” art says. “i mean, jesus, we put so much on you this week alone. we should have checked on you. we should have been checking on you for the last ten years.”

“you’re our girl.” patrick smiles, leaning closer to look you in the eye. “just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to do everything by yourself. we’re here for you, too, sweetheart.”

you nod, letting out a choked little sob, and the two of them are on you again, cuddling you, holding you as close as they can. you can hear the steady rhythm of their heartbeats, feel the soft rise and fall of their chests. you remember what art always asks when he’s being held like this and decide to test it for yourself, “i was good?”

the answer is immediate from both of them.

“the fucking best,” from patrick.

“so so good - perfect, baby,” from art.

warmth and love radiate from them through you, so much so that it makes you dizzy. you understand why art asks that question now.

[conmenn]

unfinished comic I started based on an also unfinished mellingo fic I was writing !! Its in Melli’s pov bc it’s his world and we just live in it <3 (originally drawn 13/9/2022)

[valoale]

Sketch Saturday or me trying to be more active here with art

Q: Harry has ran after him in the pouring rain and is calling for him; what is he saying?

[mugzymiik]

Bug sat across from Gold, watching him quietly. There was a vacant look in his eyes, and she didn't like it. Not one bit. "...Are you okay?" She asked, their voice gentle and hushed.

No response. Definitely a 'no'.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

No response again. He was completely unresponsive and ae knew it. But there was some worth in trying at least, no matter how little.

"Here--" ae mumbled out, reaching to grab his hand. It was shaky. She knew exactly how he felt. She could feel it herself.

They stood and pulled Gold up as well. "Do you like fireflies?" She hummed as she led the silent Hero out. "We're going to see some fireflies. alright? They're gonna be pretty. I think you'll like them."

[amelia-queen-black]

Writer's Favorite Tropes tag game!

Thanks for the tag @schrijverr!

Five tropes I often write:

⭐ Hurt/Comfort

⭐ Missing scenes from canon

⭐ Different first meeting

⭐ Getting kidnapped (and rescued)

⭐The power of friendship and love (to get over the hard times)

Tagging: @lexinoctura @alittleflashvibe @june-rambles @anonymouse5 (no pressure!)

[asteriskdisasterisk]

"If Only We Could Go Back" palette from this post by @color-palettes

vvv Small ficlet under cut vvv

He laid his head on Dusknoir, sinking into his lap. His body was refreshingly cool and surprisingly solid with a slight give that softly held Lex’s head like a form-fitting pillow. The fox felt a lump in his throat as he closed his eyes and savored the moment…he didn’t realize how tired he was, or how much he missed this.

Lex felt his jaw clench as a gentle touch pressed against the back of his head. From the top of his neck to the curve of his back, Dusknoir slowly trailed a finger down his fur. He then pulled away, pausing long enough for Lex to leave or tell him to stop if he so desired. There was a nervous tension between both parties. The position they were in was not new, but the circumstances had since completely changed. What used to be a simple and comforting indulgence was now a game of chance where neither player knew the rules.

Testing the waters, Dusknoir fully laid his hand against Lex's back. The unexpected weight made the latter jolt and the hand was quickly retracted. Lex felt a twinge of embarrassment. He didn’t want Dusknoir to hurt him of course, but to react to something so simple and harmless like that…he hated it.

Lex let his body relax again as his head snuggled back into Dusknoir, who let out a small relieved sigh. Carefully, he returned his hand to Lex’s fur, lightly trailing down his neck again. It felt calming and safe…but it also felt foolish.

It was behavior like this that led to the catastrophic hurt of Dusknoir’s betrayal. If he had kept his distance and not grown so attached, if he had listened to his instincts, Lex could’ve walked out of it without as much pain. But he opened himself up to it, willingly dove into the deep end, allowed it to strangle him. Where he once delighted in the presence of Dusknoir now stood an aching wound that flinched away from any loving touch, created by the hands that now delicately brushed back his mane. Like a taunt, slowly and softly pulling back the loose strands behind Lex's ear.

Lex felt his eyes well up, the small droplets threatening to spill over his face. Tears teetered on the edge of his eyelids, held back only by their owner. Was it worth it to desperately grasp at what once was, to nurture that tiny flicker of hope, to even entertain the idea of letting someone who hurt him back into his life like this?

Fatigue washed over him as the soothing touch of Dusknoir lulled him to sleep. There was not much room to think in his tired haze. He could regret this later, but right now…he was okay.

[ro-doodles]

I made a very messy comic based off my dbd miraculous au and more specifically this post, so thanks @many-gay-magpies for the inspo

[souptastical]

✒️𝕗𝚒𝚌 𝕌𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝓮

"The Trial: Part One" is now live in ur corner of the net, enjoy💖

side note: i love ron/harry bromance so much it hurts

[parasuchus]

I decided I had to finally post this here. Another one is on the way. Formatting this post was a bitch, but I worked very hard on these babies. They are the first genuine fics I have ever written (with exception to middle schooler drabbles) because TMA has simply devoured every semblance of what was left in my soul. Enjoy :)

Summary:

{title: Rounds - The Oh Hellos}

Jon had a rough day at work, falling asleep at his desk. Martin offers to take him home.

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, etc

[ataraxetta]

Jason having one of the worst flashbacks he's had in years and after not being able to be touched during while his head was in the toilet, he can curl up on the couch with Dick and not be asked questions, just get his hair petted kindly and his sore belly rubbed a bit. 👍

[purpleponder]

So remember when I said the world wasn’t ready for a magical boy au for dcmk?

I started with Shinichi again lol :)

I’m gonna rework the colors and design a bit maybe

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Not me out here still craving snuggle comfort vibes after having written it twice XD I need to go to bed, good grief lol

[corntort]

baby's first fic this is so scarys i hope u guys like some sweet bonding between soms and wayne

[ultimatebottom69]

Hi i am screaming at the void.

Sylus takes notice one night, as you’re resting against him, of the exact way you position yourself in his hold.

You press your body to one side of his, until you’re basically molded against him. Your heart lays above his, it’s beating harmonizing with his own until they inevitably sync together.

Your head rests slightly on his collarbone, your face lingering just above his neck leaving your nose to occasionally bump it after a deep breath. Breaths which fan across his skin and give him little goosebumps.

Though it isn’t any of this that truely catches his attention.

One of your hands lays gently on his chest.

Sprawled exactly where in a past life a final blow had taken his life.

Your fingers graze where the gash would have been, leaving soft touches instead of dripping blood.

You’re unaware of what had happened ages ago, though subconsciously you apologize. Holding him close now as you couldn’t before. Perhaps it was part of your soul coming to its peace as you laid with him now.

His hand shakes slightly as it comes to trace your own, he turns, placing a kiss to the crown of your head and begins to focus once again on your steady breaths and your heart's rhythmic beat.

Perhaps this will be enough of a resolution to relax his own soul as well, that way his part and yours can come and rest together again as you two do now.