#like. GRAHH I WANT YOUR VOICE

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

that part of old witch sleep and the good man grace when joey batey goes “don’t you think i look pretty curled up on this bathroom floor” reblog if you agree

[cyberrose2001]

Under Pressure

MTMTE Rodimus x Reader

GRAHH SURPRISE!!!!

Relic and I have been... discussing... very hard about an ask they got a couple days ago so I wrote this eheh (THANK YOU FOR DISCUSSING THIS WITH ME AND LETTING ME WRITE THIS ILY)

Also please yell at me if I forgot any warnings!

Loosely based of this ask over on @callsign-relic's blog

Warnings: Human reader, Giant/Tiny, Non-Con(?), Nocturnal emission, Crack fic(?)

Word count: 1,887

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Rodimus denies it every time, but he's a heavy sleeper. He snores like a congested rhino; he constantly sets twelve alarms that only barely stir him from his slumber. Despite being captain of the ship, his sleep schedule is far from tip-top shape.

And no, you're not a stalker. You're just Rodimus' observant little 'pet' human, always there, with a California king on his bedside dresser. Yeah, you're treated like royalty by an incredibly hard-to-deny hot alien robot.

So, as the ship ventured further into deep space and the nights got colder, you whined and begged to stay with him.

Rodimus was very hesitant to let you join him in the berth. As much as he cared about you and would kill an army for you, he didn't want to accidentally kill you, which was very much a possibility in any scenario on this ship. But he caved. You had mastered the sad, wet cat look, and Rodimus had the willpower of a rock.

Relishing in victory, you're curled up comfortably against Rodimus' lower plating for the third consecutive night in a row, warmed by the large servo of a sleeping giant. The entire palm of his hand covers your back in subconscious protection, and every so often, you feel a twitch of one digit. It's tranquility and a rare comfort, the touch of another you haven't felt since being on earth.

Until he rolls over.

Rodimus, choking on his snores, flips over onto his stomach and nearly tosses you off the berth if not for the grip he has on you. Despite almost winding you and making an audible 'Oof' sound, he doesn't wake up, his unconscious body assuming another comfortable position.

It takes you a few moments to register what the fuck just happened, but you realise that you're now underneath Rodimus. Almost his entire body weight is now pressed against you and pins you to the berth.

Oh god, you think to yourself.

This is less than ideal; this was not supposed to happen. How the hell are you, a tiny ass human, supposed to get out from under him? You probably shouldn't even be alive right now with how restricted your breathing is, not to mention how hard he flopped on top of you. But thankfully, with how Rodimus' legs have fallen into position, it leaves you with just enough room for your chest to rise and fall.

"God." You whine, muffled as your cheeks squish against his abdominal plating.

Your mind runs wild as you try to think of a way out. Maybe he'll just roll over again soon? God, you hope so; you can handle only so much weight, and Rodimus feels like he could hold down a cargo ship. Probably because he can.

But until then, however long that may be, you need to try something at least.

"Rodimus?" You try to wiggle but to no avail. He has you pinned pinned, and you use what little breath you have to yell out to him, "Hello? Are you awake or what?"

A loud, seemingly exaggerated snore replies to you. He's still deep in recharge, ruining any chance you have of waking him up yourself. You try to use your nails to scratch the surface of his frame, hoping it would tickle him or something, but that doesn't work either.

"Great." You roll your eyes, only you would ever end up in this type of situation. If only you had listened to Rodimus when he first said no, then you wouldn't be currently experiencing a near death experi-

"Y/n..." Rodimus' hoarse voice crackles above you, sending vibrations through your bones.

"Oh, thank god," You sigh in relief. You attempt to wiggle around some more, hoping to get his attention this time, "Listen, can you get off me now? This kinda hur-"

You squeak softly in pain as his sharp pelvis presses against you, and you hear your name again. This time, though, the tone of his voice came out as a whine, like a soft plea.

Because of where you were positioned before you became a pea under a princess' tower of mattresses, Rodimus' lower panels rested right against your stomach. This means you can feel his panels start to bulge slightly.

Oh no, you think to yourself bleakly once again. You're not sure how similar Cybertronian anatomy is to humans, apart from a crude explanation by an engex drunk Swerve. Still, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you're feeling him getting hard. Putting two-and-two together using two out of the five senses, you've realised that Rodimus is nearly boner deep in a wet dream.

And not to assume, but you're thinking that the star of the show is you.

It's also the wrong time to cackle to yourself about getting crushed by your crush.

You might have some issues to work out after with Rung.

"Oh fuck," You reasonably panic, trying to push against his heavy frame weakly with your pinned arms, "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck-"

You start to thrash against Rodimus when your arms fail, your tiny body rubbing up against him. This doesn't help at all, you've come to realise but actually digs you in a deeper hole as he begins to rock his pelvis into you.

Rodimus moans your name again as he sleepily grinds against you. Whatever he's dreaming of, it must be an insanely hot pornographic fantasy of you. The bulge grows bigger, pining you down further into the berth. He shutters and lets out a soft groan before his plating shifts, and you feel a very thick, very hard, and very hot object slide up against you.

Oh god, it's his dick.

Swerve might not have told you all the details, but he seemed to conveniently leave out how fucking huge Cybertronian cocks are.

As if you thought this couldn't get any more debilitating, you now have the head of Rodimus' spike pressing against your face. It's as if the Alaskan bull worm had slithered up between yourself and Rodimus to give you a kiss. The behemoth of baggage has already started leaking what you would believe would be the Cybertronian equivalent to pre-cum, smearing all across your face.

At this significant turn of events, you've realised you have come to a crossroads.

Either struggle and continue to wiggle and wrangle your way out from under him, but risk pleasuring him, whether or not he could feel you squirming against him anyway with how small you are compared to it. Or, the more realistic and obtainable outcome, lie still and take it until he wakes up from an orgasm.

Who are you kidding? You don't have much of a choice at all. Both options risk you drowning in alien robot cum. It's wishful thinking as Rodimus starts to rut against your entire body again.

"Y/n..." He whimpers again, though very garbled and unintelligible. Every roll of his hips causes more pre-cum to dribble against your face and down your chest, and with each, it spreads all around in between yourself and his train-sized spike. Making an absolute mess of you.

If you weren't getting humped up against right now, you would indeed find a way to kill him for ruining your only set of pajamas.

"Rodimus-" You gag as a spurt of pre-cum falls into your mouth, "Guh- Rodimus stop-"

His work of venting increases, and so does his rutting. The comatose mech gasps and hitches his breath, oblivious to your cries and pleas for him to stop. He pushes up against you in heated desperation, fucking into your soft body like a grind pad.

"Rodimus! Wake the fuck up!" You start to heat up yourself; the increased pressure and friction of his plating will give you a fucked up version of carpet burn if he doesn't wake up. Sweat drips from your skin, adding even more lubricant to his incessant grinding.

"Wha- Oh, Primus!" Rodimus rears his drool-covered helm and cries out in equal confusion and unrestrained pleasure. He's woken up by his overload as he shoots his load up against you, flooding the minimal empty space left between you both with hot transfluid.

"Oh god-" You couldn't close your mouth in time when a spurt of transfluid hit you in the face, causing you to cough and spit it back out, only for more to splat you in the face.

Rodimus moans tiredly, shuttering violently as his spike pulses and leaks the remainder of his overload against the berth.

Or what he thought was the berth. Since when did he use a self-service mod on his spike? Especially when he shares a room with-

"Hey!" Cough, "Are you done?"

His optics slam open in horrific realisation.

"Oh no," Rodimus rolls over onto his back, his softened wet spike flopping against his abdominal plating, "Oh no, no, no..."

He looks down where he once lay, and his face plates flush a bright blue. Laying in a puddle of his transfluids was you, his little human, sopping wet with a highly unimpressed look on your tiny face.

"Oh Primus, Y/n," Rodimus scoops you up in his servos, gently tossing you from hand to hand as he wrings them off his transfluids, "I am so sorry, I- frag what was I thinking!" Rodimus babbles and holds you to his face, "Are you okay? God, I'm so stupid-"

"Ughh," You lay limply in his palm, exhausted and out of breath, "After that... I don't know anymore."

Rodimus hides his blush with a servo before pinching the bridge of his nose, "I'm glad you're okay, but what were you doing down there?"

"Great question," You lift your head up to deadpan him, then eventually drag yourself to sit up. Sticky, pink transfluid drips down your body. Your face, and hair, are all drenched in him, "It's not like you rolled over in your sleep and had me pinned for nearly half an hour. What the hell?"

Rodimus blinks, and his face turns a deeper shade of blue as he rubs the back of his neck, "Oh, so that's why I had that dream about you..."

Is he serious right now?

"Oh, you think?" You wipe your lip when it starts to drip into your mouth, "I think I could tell when you started moaning my name in your sleep."

"Well, you're just so tiny and soft and-" The red and yellow mech bites the knuckles of the servo not holding you in embarrassment. "But what was I supposed to do, huh? Hold it in?"

God, he is.

"I'm literally gonna kill you, Rodimus." You shiver, his transfluids cooling against your skin. You can't believe he dares to look you in the eye, "I am never begging to nap with you ever again, or maybe at least warn me next time."

"No offense taken," Rodimus nods in agreement for once, watching you wring your hair out, "I'm sorry, Y/n, I really am. I can help clean you up? As a sincere apology from yours truly?"

"As long as I don't come into contact with more of this stuff," You flick a bead of transfluid off your finger into his direction, "And you better be sorry, or it'll be a long time before I might actually let you fuck me."

"Wait, you'll what-" Splat, "EWUGH!!"

[masterfvck]

hello sharpie!!

just wanted to drop by and ask,,, how do you think yuqi and minnie fuck? i see them being total vers switches and fighting for dominance tbh,,,,

minnie would get super physical and tease the other girl’s sensitive spots until her whole body is hers to use!! and as for yuqi, she’d totally start degrading minnie and spitting harsh words at her until the latter obeys and acts like a good girl for her mommy,, then they fuck the end❤️

Hello to you too anon!!

Oh you're bringing back my Minqi brainrot right now GRAHH

Now you're absolutely right about them being verses but I do think that usually Minnie prefers being the one receiving, domming or not.

Yuqi is.. well. Yuqi. Her voice GRUAGAU I'd say she usually manages to win Minnie over by the simple power that is her voice. I mean.. it's HAWT as fuckk who wouldn't just fold at her dirty talkin LIKEEE she may be a huge loser (compliment BC I'm also a loser) but God damn can she talk dirty 😵‍💫😵‍💫

But Minnie's like also very good at dirty talk and much less lewser than Yuqi.. more confidence and all and blah blah blah. So I'll say it's a balanced fight, probably...

Now I personally see Yuqi as too loser to degrade Minnie because she goes "why would I insult the one I love 😢 that's mean!!" And Minnie's just like "fucking loser" and Yuqi just folds like "...but when it's the other way around-"

Minnie absolutely teases Yuqi with no mercy though that's absolutely right..

Has her in a chokehold istg (she has me in a chokehold too I mean what?? OMG WHO WROTE THIS?!!)

Mommy kink is very much one of my kinks idgaf about what people say anymore I want a pretty girl to call me mommy!!!

Yuqi would absolutely have a mommy kink as well and Minnie is about to make fun of her like hell but then gets into it as well 💀

"You have a mommy kink? That's so cringe" Minnie then when Yuqi calls her mommy once she does a full 180 and goes "wait that's kinda hot.."

With that being said... begging is definitely Minnie's thing when she doms as well GODD hearing Yuqi whimper and beg desperately for her is better than any music to her ears like!!

Yuqi definitely sends her voice messages when they're away from one another to tease her and get Minnie all hot and bothered ❤️❤️

Dirty talk is obviously not a small thing and very much a hugeee thing with them.. I have a feeling Yuqi is a bit into being called Minnie's toy, or doll 😵‍💫

Praise kink praise kink praise kink!!! Lots of praise I swear it's a hugee thing with them like I just see both of them having praise kinks and it goes both ways really; they like being praised and they like praising the other. They're in love, your honor!!

Thanks for the ask anon 🙏🙏🙏

[yukiwrites]

Rhea, Shredded

Thanks for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! This one was so funny to write açskjdlmasd

Summary: Teenagers were teenagers, no matter what background they came from. That meant that whenever there were lots of them in one place, trouble would usually arise. One particular day, there was a racket happening at the dining hall, so Rhea and Seteth themselves went to investigate...

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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The afternoons at Garreg Mach monastery were usually quiet; filled with the common day-to-day interactions and comes-and-goes.

This particular day, however, there was a faint chanting that could be heard all the way from the cathedral -- a chant that thundered louder the closer one got to the dining hall.

A large crowd of students huddled and elbowed each other around the corner of a long table, cheering and clapping like their lives depended on it. Uptight nobles twisted their noses at the sight, steering clear off of it, though they were clearly the minority.

Teenagers yelling atop their lungs; cheering for the one they had betted on -- the entire dining hall seemed to be swept into the atmosphere surrounding two youths who sweated  and panted in the middle of the crowd, sitting at the end of the table as their hands were tightly clasped.

It was an arm wrestling match.

"C'mon, Raphael! If you win three times in a row, Hilda's gonna do my homework!" Claude repeatedly and excitedly slapped the larger boy's shoulder while wearing a huge grin.

"Hey, that was not what we agreed on! I never bet on the losing team, Claude!" Hilda pulled her friend's ear, though their voices were deafened by the crowd all around them.

"GOD-DAMMIT!! RAAAGH!" Caspar yelled as he watched his hand slowly but surely being pushed down to the table. "Win, damned thing, win!" He huffed, his small arm -- especially compared to Raphael's bulging one -- trembling with effort.

The moment his hand touched the table, the crowd took a large breath before exploding loudly, the utensils all over the long table shaking with the sheer pressure of it.

"NOOO! Not again!! Grahh! One more time!!" Caspar got up, disheveled his own hair with both hands and sat back down, raising his non-dominant arm.

"That was fun, man!" Raphael laughed, drying the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. "But now I'm starving! I gotta feed my muscles, so can you wait just a bit while I-"

"Say no more, friend! Here, I picked this juicy mountain of steak just for you -- you gotta keep your winning streak for the sake of the Golden Deer House!" Claude snickered with a smirk, placing the too-big-for-one-single-person plate in front of Raphael.

"Gee, thanks, Claude! I didn't think you'd give me food out of nowhere!" Raphael laughed, munching on a large piece of meat.

"Ugh, I need someone to train with while I wait!" Caspar looked around the crowd, mildly aware that there were dozens of people around him, but too focused on looking for a proper opponent to realize what was going on.

"Hey, hey! What about our man Dedue here? The Blue Lions is the only House not represented in this little gathering here!" Sylvain's voice sounded over the dawdling crowd that wondered if they should disperse or wait and see what was going to happen.

Cutting through the wall of teenagers, Sylvain pulled Dedue by the arm, wearing his customary smile. Before he could even reach the table, however, Ingrid stepped on his foot. "Don't be ridiculous, Sylvain. You can't sign someone else up for this kind of thing! Either you enter yourself or stay out of it."

"O-ouch, ouch!" Sylvain jumped on one foot while holding the struck one with both hands. "Dedue doesn't mind, Ingrid! Isn't that right, big man?"

The taller youth simply stared down at the ginger haired one. "... I do mind."

"Aww, c'mon, don't say that!" Caspar urged from behind the table. "Come over here, lemme see what're you made of! I bet that I can take you on, even if you're as big as Raphael!"

Dedue narrowed his eyes to the smaller boy while Ingrid pointed at Sylvain's face.

"See what you've done? Now you'll take responsibility." She pulled his arm and pushed him towards the other side of the table, beside Caspar. "I'LL take you on."

"W-what? Haha, hey, hey, hey, there Ingrid, let's not-"

"Sit. Down."

Sylvain immediately dropped to the seat and put himself in position.

With Dedue sitting on Raphael's right and Ingrid on his left, the boy's eyes sparkled. "Hey, diz feems fuper fun!" He said excitedly, his mouth full of food.

"Wait, this is getting too interesting for me not to step in!" Leonie said from somewhere behind Dedue, her short height compared to her peers making it impossible for most people to find her amidst the crowd. "C'mon, who's gonna take me on?" She huddled through the students, locking eyes with one who was deliberately placing himself away from them and keeping to a column by the kitchen. "You there, Felix! I challenge you!"

"What? Pass." Felix replied immediately, not even bothering to uncross his arms.

Leonie didn't back down. "Oh, so you're running away, is that it? I though you accepted all duels, you coward!"

"Cowa- say that again!" Properly baited, the dark haired boy stomped toward the ginger haired girl. "You are on, Golden Deer."

Claude threw his head back in laughter. "MIXED HOUSE ARM WRESTLING CONTEST! COME ONE, COME ALL!" He cupped his hands around his mouth to yell, instigating the crowd to accompany and go crazy.

Some people slammed wooden cups on the table; others beat pans and flatware rhythmically as others still chanted excitedly: "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!!"

From the northeastern entrance, a distinguished duo went inside, curious about the racket, though they threaded around unnoticed for obvious reasons.

"Oh, thank the goddess this is not what it seems." The Archbishop, Lady Rhea, sighed in relief as she approached the wall of tall teenagers that bordered the large crowd.

Seteth sighed heavily. "It is unsightly. I shall put a stop to it-" he meant to go over to the nearest boy and reprimand them all one by one if needed be, but Rhea's hand on his arm made him stop.

"Oh, but this seems so terribly interesting, Seteth. Allow me to handle this."

Seteth felt his stomach freeze, the color leaving his face. "Rhea, you are not planning to-" he swallowed the words, his moment's hesitation allowing Rhea to simply step towards the students and tap their shoulders almost in a sweet way.

"WHAT THE FUC-" The boy whose shoulder was tapped jumped out of his skin. "LADY RHEA! IT'S LADY RHEA AND- AND SETETH!" He yelled, his voice an octave higher than the ones around him, prompting everyone in his vicinity to gasp loudly and scatter, making way for Rhea to step in the middle.

The crowd grew more and more silent, starting from where Rhea had first stepped into, until the only voice heard inside the dining hall was Caspar's.

"UGH, IT'S LIKE YOU'RE MADE OUT OF ROCKS- C'MON, GO DOWN, DAMMIT!" He yelled, though the echo of his voice made him frown his brow and look up, finding pale faces wherever he looked. "What's going on-"

"L-Lady Rhea!" Ingrid froze in place -- her hand moments from overpowering Sylvain's -- while her mouth hung open in shock.

"Oh, don't mind me and go on." She giggled as though she were a mother catching her children in the middle of an adorable prank.

The participants looked at each other through the corner of their eyes, the silence freezing their throats in surprise. A cricket sounded here and there, the cold sweat streaming down every single student's back.

Rhea looked around, placing one hand over her cheek. "Oh, my. Please, do not stop on my account. Actually, I would very much like to participate -- how about this? I will go against the winner of each bracket here." She pointed at Ingrid vs Sylvain pair, then to Dedue vs Caspar ending at Leonie vs Felix.

Once again the students exchanged nervous glances, silent and forced gulps being heard here and there.

"Uh, um... O-of course, Lady Rhea. I-if that's what you want." Ingrid was the one who broke the silence. "We should just leave, though-"

"Ah, is he the champion? I would like to challenge him last." Rhea pointed to Raphael, who, in turn, smiled through his food-filled cheeks.

Ingrid promptly shut up, nervously looking at Sylvain. They exchanged a hurried, desperate conversation with their eyes, agreeing on restarting their match.

The frozen crowd didn't know what to do -- should they stay and watch? What was the Archbishop saying?! Would the competitors go through it, after all?!

Meanwhile, Seteth slapped one hand on his forehead, dragging it down his face, suddenly extremely tired. "Rhea-" He wanted to complain, but ultimately decided to shut up and sigh instead.

Ingrid ground her foot on Sylvain's once she realized he wasn't putting nearly as much strength into the hold as before, prompting him to give his all if only to keep his toes intact. She still won, however, making him wonder what was his place in the world as he got up from his seat, allowing Rhea to sit right after.

"You did well, child." She patted his shoulder before she sat, smiling gently from him to Ingrid.

Then it happened.

Rhea rolled up the silky sleeves of her thin dress, revealing hard, bulging muscles -- muscles so well defined one had to wonder how in the world did that dress hide them so perfectly. She put herself in position, raising her dominant arm in a way that showed how well-acquainted she was with this practice.

Was the Archbishop well-versed in arm-wrestling?!

The students started whispering here and there, most of them out of surprise and awe while some of them had to slap their mouths so as not to burst into laughter (eg. Claude).

Ingrid inadvertently cowered with the overwhelming sight of the Archbishop sitting across her for a mere arm-wrestling match, while said Archbishop bore a defined warrior's body that was in perfect harmony with her slender figure. Gulping, the heir to House Galatea raised her dominant arm, clasping it with Rhea's.

WHAM! A sudden slamming sound exploded, starling all of the present -- Ingrid most of all. The moment the match started, her eyes didn't even see when her hand was immediately shot down, making her stare at it for a few moments as though to comprehend what had just happened.

"Woo- w-what... just happened?!" Someone whispered, followed by someone else gasping, surprise slowly infecting the crowd. A smirk prickled the corners of Rhea's lips as she simply looked at the winner of the match beside her -- Dedue -- and gestured with her chin for him to take Ingrid's place.

Still stunned, Ingrid was led out of the table by Dedue's guiding hand, then away from it by the nearby and equally stunned Sylvain.

"Congratulations on your victory, child." Rhea smiled softly, though returned to her smirk once Dedue's hand clasped her own.

"It was noth-" As he was about to make nothing of victory against Caspar, another loud WHAM exploded, this time showing that Dedue's hand was effortlessly slammed on the table. Taking the loss much better than his predecessor, Dedue simply stared at Rhea's strong hand still overpowering his own and nodded. "It seems I still have much to learn."

"A-again-" someone whispered, "it was against that big guy this time! What's going on here?!" another one quietly panicked. "L-Lady Rhea's... S-she's... she’s shredded!"

"Hu-ho... Hu-ho...!" A slow chanting waved from the back of the crowd, slowly propagating through it. At the same rhythm of the previous 'fight, fight, fight!' chant, they went back to their innermost, barbaric roots and started clamoring. "Hu-ho!" They slow clapped.

Leonie, the winner of her duel, widened her eyes at the impossible situation of Rhea overpowering Dedue so easily, but her heart thumped as she jumped from her seat to the one he had used previously.  "You're on, Lady Rhea!" She smiled widely, clasping the Archbishop's hand.

"You are a very eager child. You have a bright future ahead." Rhea rubbed her thumb in Leonie's hand a moment before yet another, too fast for the eye to see, WHAM was heard, making small cracks appear on the table.

Leonie's eyes were wide open, her smile momentarily disappearing due to the surprise before coming back at full force. "AWESOME!" She whispered as she got up, looking at her hands in awe.

"Ohhh! It's my turn now!" Raphael wiped his hands on his pants and his mouth with his forearm before scooting to the left to assume Leonie's place.

Rhea simply smiled at him, though it was getting harder and harder to control the smirk that was stubbornly surfacing. Once their hands clasped, she decided to wait a moment and see if he would offer more resistance than the previous three, but it only ended in Raphael frowning in surprise, his arm trembling with the effort of trying to push Rhea's down.

"Wh- this is crazy!" He laughed good-naturedly, "it's like I'm pushing a wall, and I've pushed down walls before! And won!" He gritted his teeth, trying to summon as much strength as his properly fed muscles could muster, but Rhea's arm didn't even flinch.

WHAM!

"Ahh, that was a good work-out." She giggled gently as the crowd exploded in yells and cheers, unbelieving on what was going on.

"RHEA, RHEA, RHEA, RHEA!!" The students bellowed in reverence, surprise and respect, prompting Seteth to try and fail to make them at least add a 'Lady' in front of her name.

After that day, an urban legend was born in the monastery -- that if you slacked off on your training, the Archbishop herself would beat you to submission with only her fists -- coincidently at the same time that the number of absences had plummeted to near zero.

[ichliebeschwanz]

title: dreaming

fandom/ship: hetalia/gerita

genre: drabble

"Eehehehe!"

Romano snarled in irritation, kicking at his brother's shins again. His brother mumbled and shifted in his sleep, but didn't wake.

"Germanyyy, I'm getting tired from all this marching, it's been hooooours, let's stop and have some fun now, ve. Look, look, this is the perfect spot . . ."

"Shut. UP," Romano growled, squashing his pillow onto his own head, trying to drown out the noise. Bad enough that Veneziano rambled nonstop while he was awake, but the fact that he was constantly doing that while asleep too was just too fucking much for him. Especially since he was usually rambling about that stupid potato-obsessed freak.

Several minutes passed. To Romano's immense relief, it was in slience. Gradually, he relaxed, hoping he'd finally get the the chance to fall asleep before the moron next to him started back up again.

Romano was drifting gently, hovering between the realms of wake and sleep, when a mumbling voice next to him snapped him out of it again.

"Germanyyyy . . ."

Oh, for fuck's sake. Romano squinted his eyes tightly shut and sighed. Should he shake the idiot awake again? It didn't seem to do much good. He would always fall back asleep again in just a few minutes and just resume babbling.

"Oooh, Germany . . . mmmm, yes . . ."

Romano paled a little. He didn't like how that last part had sounded.

"Aaah . . . ngggh. D-d-dio santo, Germany . . ."

Yeah okay no, that sounded gross. Romno grabbed his pillow and whacked at his brother with it, hard.

"Wake up, idiot!"

Veneziano made a loud noise, so Romano assumed smacking him with the pillow had been sufficient for waking him. However, he soon learned that sadly, he was mistaken.

"Cazzo. Harder, Germany, harder . . ."

Romano, horrified, yanked at the covers til his brother went flying off the bed.

"STOP IT YOU SICK POTATO-SUCKER!"

Italy cried out as he hit the floor, startled and shocked, looking around in confusion.

"Wh-what . . . what?"

"You're banned from bed until you can stop fantasizing about your gross, stupid boyfriend!"

Italy gazed up at the angry man, still entirely confused.

"Romano? Why are you yelling at me? I don't understand . . ."

"Don't play dumb with me! You know exactly why I'm yelling!! Go finish your nasty dreams on the couch!"

Go finish his . . . dreams? Italy thought a moment. He felt vague flashes of memory.

"I guess I was dreaming, ve. It was nice, I think. Oh, and Germany was there. He was . . .he . . ."

As he trailed off, his eyes widened a little and a blush crept up slowly over his face--

"Uhh . . ."

"DON'T FREAKING TELL ME ABOUT IT, JUST LEAVE!"

Germany fumbled around for his bathrobe as the doorbell rang again. He finally located it and tossed it on. He abandoned his search for his slippers and quickly descended the stairs instead, calming his barking dogs on the way.

When he opened the door, he was surpirsed to find Italy standing there. The surprise wasn't so much at seeing Italy showing up at his house at 3am. The surprise was more in finding him actually ringing the doorbell instead of just . . . showing up in his bed somehow.

He even was dressed in his little striped pajamas, rather than buck-naked. Germany looked him over with a concerned eye.

"Italy? Are you all right?"

The country nodded.

"Hi Germany. Could I sleep here tonight? Brother kicked me out of bed and told me to sleep on the couch but our couch has a lumpy cushion and I can't fall asleep on it."

Wordlessly, Germany stood to one side and ushered Italy to come in. Italy grinned and bounded into the house.

After locking the door again, Germany turned and watched Italy playing with the lab for a bit. The odd man had apparently forgotten his troubles in the blink of an eye. Germany was almost reluctant to remind him, but cleared his throat.

"Italy, why did your brother refuse to allow you access to your own bed?"

Italy, smooshing the dog’s face goofily, glanced up.

"Oh, um. Sometimes I talk in my sleep and it wakes him up. You don't mind though, do you Germany?"

Germany brushed back his messey, bedraggled hair as he thought. Cetainly, it was not uncommon to hear Italy quietly mumbling as he slept, but he could hardly imagine anyone finding it disruptive. If anything, it was just sort of endearing and adorable.

"E-er," Germany started, trying to shut down his train of thought,

"I don't mind. But I am a heavy sleeper, so not much bothers me."

Italy looked very happy with this reponse.

"~Aah! You're way much more fun to sleep with. I wish I could sleep here all the time."

"Let's not make it a habit," Germany cautioned. It was already dangerously approaching a habit at the rate Italy showed up here.

"Would you like anything to snack on?" he asked, changing the subject. Food was pretty much always a safe bet with Italy.

"Do you have any of those cookies left?"

Several minutes later, Italy was perched on a stool at the kitchen counter nibbling on a cinnamon cookie while Germany heated some chocolate and milk over the stove.

"Germany always makes the best hot chocolate."

He frowned as he whisked the milk carefully.

"I don't do anything special."

"You must do something, it's always extra strong and nice."

He dotted a few drops of vanilla extract in and continued stirring.

"Really, it's a simple recipe, I think you give me too much credit."

"Hmm . . . you made these cookies too, didn't you?"

Germany glanced over at him.

". . .yes."

"And they're amazing too! Germany is a wonderful cook. You don't want to admit it?"

Germany stared down into the pot of hot chocolate, embarassed at the praise.

"I just follow recipies very precisely," he insisted stubbornly.

Italy laughed.

"We should cook together sometime, we would make great things together. I can show you the bolognese recipe I use when I make you those dinners."

Germany looked at him a moment, his heart smooshing into a dumb little mush. He'd always been reluctant to admit his fondness for baking and cooking, and certainly didn't think he'd measure up to Italy's talents in the kitchen. But Italy wished to actually collaborate? And share his family recipes? It was . . . touching, honestly.

"I'd like that," he answered gently, pouring out the chocolate into two mugs and sliding one over to Italy.

"Here. Be sure to drink it before it gets cold."

"Ow ow ow ow ow! It's too hot!"

"Nonsense. I used a thermometer."

Italy whined, still trying to drink it but failing.

"Aah, ooh! But it buuuurns! Blow on it for me?"

Germany sighed, but he took Italy's mug anyway and blew at the steam wafting off it. He doubted it made much difference, but after a minute handed it back to Italy, which seemed to satisfy him.

"Ah, thank you Germany~"

He sipped gingerly at the hot cocoa and then reported cheerfully,

"Perfetto!"

Germany gave a small nod of satisfaction, and then sipped his own drink. He made a careful mental note to reduce the temperature by five degrees next time.

"Do you and your brother fight often like this?"

Italy glanced up at him with his bright amber eyes, as if confused, but then seemed to remember. He laughed a little and busied himself with dunking his cookie in his hot chocolate.

"Oh, eh heh, you don't need to worry. My brother loves me very much, he's just hot-blooded. I think yelling is one of his favorite things."

"Hm."

Germany sipped his cocoa and settled down on a stool across from Italy.

"I can understand, I suppose. My brother and I don't always get along very smoothly either."

Italy nodded vigorously.

"Brothers are just like that. It is how they show they care, I think."

Germany briefly pondered some of his own family bickerings.

"Maybe. I always thought it was because I was so different from my brother. Sometimes it's hard to believe we're related."

"Mmm, yeah . . .that's true."

"Actually," Germany added,

"I thought much the same when I met your brother. It was very strange to see you both. He's so . . . . dour. And you're so . . . ah . . ."

Italy leaned his chin on a hand, looking at him eagerly.

"Yes?"

Germany cursed himself as he struggled to knit words together.

"Um . . . you're. Well, you know, you're very Italy."

Italy frowned in confusion.

"Well we're both Italy, actually--"

"Grahh, that's not what I-- I just mean, you're completely different. He can be so bleak and  bitter. You couldn't be further from that. You are a brightness that fills the room."

Germany thoughtfully sipped his drink and continued,

"I just find it curious--"

"G-germany," Italy blurted, intterupting. Germany stopped and noticed Italy's wide eyes and absolutely enormous smile-- he was even tearing up a little. Why in the world? . . . Germany mentally played back what he had just said.

And found himself sort of wanting to disappear.

"U-uh. That is, I . . ."

Italy flung himself over the counter, hugging Germany and nearly spilling both drinks in the process, proclaiming,

"I knew Germany cared!~ He's fluffy and as sweet as cannoli siciliani!”

Germany wriggled in Italy's grip and complained,

"Italy, you're going to make a mess! Get off!"

"Hehehehe!"

Crash!

"Oops."

Germany sighed.

By the time the two had finished their late-night snack (and Germany had cleaned up the mess) and went to bed, it was probably more accurate to say it was early morning then late night. Still, Germany had no pressing morning meetings tomorrow, so it didn’t trouble him too terribly. 

“Goodnight, Germany!”

He reached up and switched the light on his nightstand off.

“Goodnight.”

“Thank you for the cookies and hot chocolate.”

“You’re welcome.”

There was a pause.

“And thank you again for letting me sleep here!”

“. . . you’re welcome.”

Pause.

“Oh also I’ll try to dream quietly tonight!”

“Mmhm.”

Pause. Germany waited. The silence expanded. He sighed in relief, sinking further in his pillow.

Italy’s voice returned,

“Oh and if I don’t, you can always let me know and I’ll--”

“ITALY! BE QUIET!”

“--oh, aaah, sorry, sorry!”

The room fell silent again, the final words hanging in the air. Germany started to feel slightly bad over how harshly he’d snapped at him. 

Ugh. It was hardly his fault. Italy had been rambling. 

. . . it wasn’t a very nice final thing to hear before falling asleep, though. 

Germany sighed, trying to end things on a more neutral note.

“I already told you, you don’t need to worry about that. Your dreaming won’t wake me. So relax.”

“Okay, well Romano said I was really really loud, but okay, I won’t worry. I’ll try to have boring dreams anyway though, I’ll think about boring things, that way I’ll be nice and quiet.”

Germany rolled his eyes.

“What were you dreaming so loudly over anyway?” 

Italy rolled over in bed, stealing a little of the blankets as he replied,

“Oh, it was kind of weird, you were spanking me with a pasta spoon.”

Germany sat bolt-upright and made a choking noise.

“WH-WHAT.”

“Yeah, for some reason I wanted you to keep doing it. Funny, ve.”

Germany croaked.

“Anyway, goodnight Germany! Sleep well!”

[nitewrighter]

reidan fairy tale au

Me @ me: Sarah you gotta work on Breach. You can do this later. Don’t get distracted just because you have an excuse to write a Hazards of Love/Child Ballads rip-off.

Me, already typing: I can’t hear you. I’m busy writing a Hazards of Love/Child Ballads rip-off.

…yeah this one’s gonna be a two parter. Not my usual route with Fairy Tale AU’s but look, I wrote a paper on the Child Ballads in college so let me have this.

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Once upon a time, a powerful fae queen shaped herself a son and heir from pale birch wood. She carved fair features for him, gave him two eyes of red agate and blue sapphire, and hair orange like autumn leaves. In his chest she embedded a heart of amber, and she filled his lungs with the wind that shook the trees, and he awoke.

“Your name is Aedan,” she told him, “You are a prince and guardian of this forest. And should man or my enemies ever slay me, you will take up arms and avenge me, and then rule in my stead.”

The prince understood this, and accepted this, and so for many years he fulfilled his duties with grace and solemnity, content in season after season, century after century. Kingdoms rose and fell around their forest, but no human could penetrate its heart. The Queen’s kingdom thrived in its isolation, while other dynasties of fair folk collapsed and were forgotten. Sure it was a bit lonely, but Aedan found comfort in the song of birds and the chatter of squirrels, and he himself took to the habit of taking the form of a red stag, dappled with white, by day.

He knew of humans–most of the humans he had seen had been burly aged woodsmen and would-be hunters, though he had seen his fair share of mortal women as well. There were the witches and their apprentices, who would walk through the woods gathering mushrooms and herbs, leaving saucers of milk, small cakes and vials of brandy, and wedges of cheese in exchange for safe passage through the woods. There were pretty young women from the towns as well, giggling girls dressed in green, kilting their kirtles above their knees and daring each other into the woods on full moons because legend said that would draw his attention—usually he only had to turn into a fox and keen to send them running, shrieking and laughing out of the woods and back to the safe arms of civilization. Mortals to him were, at best, an amusement to trick or leave little gifts for, and at worst, the potential destruction of all he held dear. So, like any Fae worth his salt would be, he was fascinated by them, but knew well to keep his distance.

…until he didn’t.

One day, the prince saw two figures crossing through his forest on horseback. A grim man with graying dark hair, and a cloaked figure riding behind him.  Aedan, in the form of a red squirrel, watched them from the bough of an ancient oak. The grim and graying man carried a bow, and the smaller figure behind him held a sparrowhawk aloft on their gloved hand.

Hunters, thought Aedan, disdainfully, Must be very brave to come to my forest… let’s see how brave they are with a swarm of hornets bearing down on them.

As he was willing his magic to the tree and the earth to call a plague of stinging insects upon the pair of hunters, the cloaked figure with the hawk pulled their hood back.

And Aedan stopped.

The second figure was a girl with bright eyes and thick eyebrows, and wild, flame-like dark hair tied back in a voluminous ponytail with a green ribbon.

“It’s beautiful here,” she said, looking around, “Do you think there are really faeries in this place, Uncle?”

The graying man scoffed. “That is only a tale they tell to keep children and fools from wandering into the woods.”

The girl sighed and let her eyes trail up to the forest canopy. Aedan watched her tuck a stray bit of hair back from her face, until she made eye contact with him. Well… he was a squirrel. Nothing unusual there. Nothing to worry about if a human saw him. Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and a smile spread across her face.

She’s smiling at me, he thought, and for the first time in centuries he felt his amber heart swell and crack with sweet sap within his chest.

Then she took the hood off of her sparrowhawk. The hawk’s head swiveled around to look at him and its pupils shrunk to pinpoints.

Oh, thought Aedan, and the hawk shot toward him. He leapt off of the tree limb and the bird swept upward. He landed in a batch of ferns and heard the hawk screech and change direction, moving to dive-bomb him. He didn’t think. He turned into a wolf, the largest wolf he could, and charged out of the brush.

“Look out!” shouted the grim man with the bow as both of their horses spooked. He was thrown from his horse while the poor girl struggled with one foot caught in her stirrups as her horse bolted through the forest. Aedan heard something whistle through the air and felt a burning pain in his left hind leg, but still he kept running while the bowman was still trying to calm down his horse. He lost sight of the girl, but he could feel blood running down his leg. He ran and ran and ran, fueled by fear and instinct until he tripped over a tree root and tumbled into a glade carpeted by ferns and wood anemone, retaking the shape of a man in his fall. Groaning, he rolled over on his side and gave a glance to his leg, where an arrow was embedded in its side. He heard a groan nearby and flinched and ducked low as the girl, apparently thrown from her horse in its mad gallop, rose up from among the white flowers, picking stray leaves from her hair. She staggered to her feet and he stared at her, transfixed, until the slightest movement in his leg sent searing pain shooting through him. Iron. Metal. Mother had always told him to stay away from the stuff, and now it was stabbing into his leg. He couldn’t help but let out a grunt of pain. She quickly turned her head in his direction and looked at him.

“Who are you—Where did you–?’ she started but then her eyes widened at his his leg and she hurried over and stumbled down to his side, “Oh no…” she said, looking at his wound, “Hold still.”

“Wait—” said Aedan, “Give me a second, I need to—”

She yanked the arrow out of his leg.

“GRAHH!” he cried out in pain, but suddenly he felt something tingling, but not stinging over the wound. The girl had put a poultice over it and was quickly binding his leg up.

“Mother taught me some healing arts,” she said, wiping her hands on her trousers.

“I…thank you,” he said.

“We’d better get you out of these woods, there’s a wolf about, and he’ll probably smell–” she cut herself off and looked at the arrow she had pulled from his leg. Her eyes flicked from the arrow to him, “…blood,” she finished her sentence, but it was clear her mind had raced far ahead of the thought now.

“…This is one of my uncle’s arrows,” she said.

“…Yes,” said Aedan.

“Why would my uncle shoot you?” she asked.

“It… was an accident?” said Aedan.

“My uncle doesn’t ‘accidentally’ shoot people,” she said, looking at the trail of wreckage his tumble had torn through the carpet of wood anemone and sorrel. She pursed her lips and she looked at the area around them with the keen eyes of a hunter. She saw the edge of the glade, where a single wolf’s pawprint had sunk into the loamy earth, and claw-marks marked his loss of footing. She slowly turned and looked at him.

“What… what are you?” she asked.

“I’m a human,” he replied stiffly.

“Were you a human five minutes ago?”

Aedan opened his mouth, then closed it.

“You were the wolf,” she said, looking down at the arrow.

“I–what? Me? The wolf? That is ridiculous. Preposterous. I cannot believe you would for one second assume that that is anywhere close to possible. I have never in my life heard of anything as silly as–Look out behind you!” he pointed over her shoulder and she turned around and he turned into a stag and attempted to sprint off, only for pain to sear through his side and force him to collapse before he even reached the edge of the glade. She turned back around to see a stag struggling on its side, its forelegs flailing amidst the white flowers.

“You know… the way the locals talked about you, I assumed faeries were far more dangerous,” said the girl, walking over.

“We’re very dangerous,” returned Aedan, his voice half a rutting bellow as he shifted back to human form.

She giggled a little and everything his mother had taught him told him he should be furious. How dare she giggle at him? He who had the blood of kings and gods and the rivers of the earth running through his veins? But he wasn’t furious. He loved the sound of her laugh, somehow both lilting and rich.

“Rei! Where are you?” a voice broke through the trees.

Rei. The girl’s name was Rei. Rei of sunlight. Rei-of-Raven-Hair. Rei-diant. He probably would have been more transfixed by the name if Rei hadn’t shouted, “Coming, uncle!” and immediately alarmed him to the fact that another mortal was in the immediate vicinity.

“I can’t let him see me,” Aedan’s voice was low and hushed.

“Then you should leave before–” Rei whispered and then caught herself, “Oh! Here!” she took the green ribbon tying her hair back, and it fell thick and wild about her shoulders. She took his hand and put the ribbon in his palm. “You need to give the faeries a gift for safe passage through the woods, right?”

“I–yes..” said Aedan.

“I don’t have any sweet cakes or milk on me. Faeries like green, though, right?” said Rei.

Aedan nodded a bit blankly before catching himself. “I–I can’t give you safe passage if you insist on hunting here,” said Aedan.

“I’ll find an excuse,” said Rei, smiling, “I’ve never met a faerie before. I suppose that’s worth more than a few braces of squirrels and coneys, right?”

“Rei!” Rei’s uncle’s voice drew closer.

“I’ll be right there!” Rei called back.

“You can come back,” Aedan blurted out.

“Come again?” said Rei.

“If… if you want to come back to these woods, you can. Not your hunting parties. You,” said Aedan, “As prince of these woods, I give you leave.”

“Ooh, a prince!” Rei said with a grin, “I didn’t know I was talking to royalty, your majest–”

“Aedan.”

“What?”

“My name is Aedan. Call me that,” said Aedan. With that he turned into an impressively large dragonfly, still clasping the green ribbon in his six twig-like legs, and zipped off out of the clearing just as Rei’s uncle came into sight, the reins of two horses in one hand, and Rei’s sparrowhawk perched on the other. The dragonfly watched from atop a toadstool as Rei’s uncle handed her the reins of her horse.

“Who were you talking to?” asked her Uncle. 

“Oh no one,” said Rei, “I don’t think it would be fair to the horses to continue the hunt after all this excitement, don’t you?”

“Hmm….” her uncle looked at her skeptically, “Your hair ribbon. What have you done with it?”

“It must have fallen out when I was thrown from my horse,” said Rei, “Ah a green ribbon in a forest–might as well look for a needle in a haystack,” she swung up onto the horse, “Shall we go home?”

Hesitantly her uncle handed her her glove and sparrowhawk over. “Very well,” he said.

True to her word, Rei led her uncle from the forest. Aedan watched them through the eyes of dragonfly, robin, and squirrel. He followed them out to the very edge of the wood and watched them ride off toward the town and castle in the distance. His mother had always told him their forest was one of the last bastions of their kind, that mankind was flooding over the earth like decay, cutting down forests, bringing up great tomb-like fortresses of stone, filling the air with stinking smoke and the scent of metal. And yet, he thought, retaking the form of a human and looking at the green ribbon in his hand, They can’t be all bad—not all of them. Something stirred in him then, he who had been so willing to let the empires of men rise and fall like the tides without so much as a thought. It felt like a creek unthawing, the idea that the world beyond his woods was so alien and rapidly changing (And that a certain dark haired girl was somewhere out there in that yonder) and all this time it had not occurred to him to look at it more closely. The stars and sun no longer wheeled so swiftly overhead for him–this was a mortal perception of time, that every second, every moment suddenly had boundless possibilities, because out there was a mortal, and every moment must matter to her.

The days never seemed to pass so slowly, until, 7 agonizingly slow days later, Rei returned to the woods, alone this time. She brought a little cake with her to assure her safe return. “I’ll accept it, this time” Aedan said a bit haughtily, (You couldn’t just let humans walk in and out like the owned the place you know) “You invite much danger by returning to my realm.”

“Oh I’m terrified, your highness,” said Rei, taking out a second cake for herself and biting into it, not seeming terrified in the slightest, “I am quite lucky you are here to protect me.”

Aedan just smiled at this, took the cake she held out to him, then gestured out at the woods, “So–safe passage? What in these woods would you like to see?”

Rei ended up seeing far more of the woods in a matter of hours than most humans had seen of the woods in centuries. Aedan showed her swift-running creeks where silver and green fish darted in and out of sight, he took her to the top of the tallest tree in the wood, where the canopy of the forest lay out before them like a plush hilly carpet of greens and browns and golds, he showed her the standing stones which marked where god-kings of ages past had fallen in bloody battle.  He would have shown her even more, but then the sun was nearly setting and she had to return home. But something started then. 

While doing her best not to neglect her lessons and her responsibilities on her family estate, Rei snuck off to the woods every chance she got. She could see him once every few days or so. Aedan as well, while being mindful to keep to his princely duties, always made time for her, dropping everything when he saw a familiar head of dark hair coming to the edge of the wood. She brought little gifts for him to assure her safe passage every time–a small cake, a wedge of cheese, brightly colored buttons (None metal, of course) and ribbons. Eventually Aedan was giving her gifts too. Rei’s mother and father wondered what she got up to in her wanderings, coming home with a dreamy look in her eyes and snowdrops and forget-me-nots braided into her hair. It was taken as a postulate that neither of their families could know of their relationship–both sides considered the other too dangerous, and while Aedan and Rei prided themselves and laughed over ‘knowing better’ in all the foolishness of youth, they still knew that if any of their parents knew of their meetings, that they would be forced to end it. So it was their secret, and the fact that it was secret made it all the more thrilling. 

 Eventually in their absences, Rei took to staring longingly out the window of her room, out towards the woods, daydreaming, leaving saucers of milk out in the estate gardens at night (Which, while the fair folk’s reception of it was unclear, the local barn cats’ reception of it was overwhelmingly positive.) Aedan too was completely besotted, and the forest, being a reflection of his will, displayed that in the extreme. Wild strawberry and honeysuckle seemed to spring up where he stepped, great garish blooms of nasturtium climbed up the trunks of trees where he would lean to let out loud lovelorn sighs (Fairies have a tendency for the dramatic, obviously). The very wind in the trees and the groans of the branches seemed to sing in tune with this sighing, and it wasn’t long until the fairy queen noticed the excessive amounts of flowers around her kingdom, and the… distracted state of her son.

“What do you suppose is going on with him?” she said to a courtier as she watched Aedan humming a song Rei had taught to him.

“If I didn’t know better, your majesty, I would say the prince is in love,” The courtier replied.

“How interesting,” said the queen, “How very interesting.”

—-

To be continued.

[the-gedonelune-times]

Darkness Awakens Ch. 1

Hello, hello everyone! Holy crap it’s been quite a while since I last posted a story, but I hope you’ll all enjoy the first chapter of this two (possibly three) part series. I gave a little teaser in the past, about a new OC and about how I would try to include the Night Class into my writing.

Well, it took a while, but I finally managed to get it done! I’m honestly really excited to see how this will go in the future, because I would like to expand my writing, especially for this fandom. I really hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I had fun writing it.

As always, comments and suggestions are extremely welcomed here. Also, thank you for taking the time to read this story, it really means a lot, so even if you don’t reblog, like or leave a comment, I just want to say that I acknowledge you and truly do love you guys! xoxoxo

"So this is the famous Academy? The one that almost every single wizard and wizardess was talking about in the town? It sure doesn't seem to amount to much in all honesty. And the gossip in town says it's not all it's cracked up to be." A young woman ended her sentence with the click of her tongue, clearly showing a distaste for the place,

"Excuse me,young lady, have some more manners! Especially now that you've been enrolled into this school!"

Another voice had entered the picture, and the young woman reached into her bag, unzipping it and pulled out a letter.

"Wow, you really don't know when to shut up, do you?"

"Why, I never! Such a terrible attitude! Why, I'd say you're just as bad as another one of the Night Class students here."

With a roll of her eyes, the young woman stuffed the letter back into her bag and began to walk, the muffling sounds coming from her bag made her snicker as she continued to make her way through the town. Unfortunately for her, she had arrived into the town at a rather bad time. The sun was high in the sky and so most of the townsfolk were up and about, causing her a bit of challenge, as she now had to attempt to navigate her way through not only a crowd of people, but also, through a town that she had not been to before.

As she continued walking, she made it to a clearing and noticed a large fountain and moved closer, taking a seat on the edge of it. Letting out a sigh, she took a good look at her surroundings, she wouldn't admit it to anyone, but she truly felt uneasy and nervous with the whole situation. Here she was, lost in a town she knew nothing of, trying to find her way to the Academy. Of course, she was certain that from the station, it'd be a straight shot to the entrance gate of the Academy,

Unfortunately, due to her arrival time, she was pushed off course by the crowd of people and had lost her way. Now she was really in a pickle. Just then, a thought popped into her head, and she quickly unzipped her bag and pulled out the letter once more.

"Alright, let's see if that loud mouth of yours can do something more than annoy me."

"Pardon?!"

"You heard me. Look, we both don't want to deal with anyone, longer than what we have to, so please, let's do a little cooperation so we can briskly part ways." The letter let out what sounded like a heavy sigh, before speaking. "Alright then, proceed with whatever question you may have."

"Right. Now you're supposed to help guide or give information about/getting to the Academy right? So I need you to give me directions to the gate or whatever the entrance is."

"Well now, young lady, getting to the entrance should be common knowledge."

"I knew keeping you sealed in the bag was a good idea." Just as she was about to return the letter back to its place in her bag, the letter began to speak up, rather loudly.

"N-now now! No need to be so rash, listen to what I have to say. For every new student being enrolled to the academy, there should be a prefect that will come to greet you by, or somewhere around the station. Now, considering the time in which we have arrived, I'd wager that the one meant to greet you, may have been caught up in the flow of people. Your only options you have now, is to either wait here and see if they mange to locate you, or attempt to navigate the way, by yourself."

The young woman looked down and huffed slightly.

"Fine, whatever, I'll wait here, but just for a few minutes, after that I'll get up and try to find my way through this blasted town." She began to gently rub her fingers on her temple, before speaking again. "This whole situation has given me a headache."

"Perhaps you should attempt to keep a level head."

"Ugh! And you're giving me the biggest headache of all, when you open that mouth of yours!"

The young woman roughly stuffed the letter back into her bag, hearing muffled irritated screams immediately erupting after closing her bag up. Her only response to that, was to cross her legs while sitting and hope that whoever it was, that she was supposed to meet, would find her. She waited and waited, yet there was no sight of this supposed prefect, that was to come and meet her.

"Grahh this is hopeless!" the young woman bolted up from her sitting position and stood upright with her hands on her hips.

"What's hopeless? If I may ask?"

A soft voice behind her, made the young woman quickly spin around and look at the figure before her. He had a red and white cloak draped over his shoulders, which held bottles, quill pens and what seemed to be quite a few notes tucked away in the pockets. Her eyes traveled upwards and she noticed his soft facial features, golden locks of hair and soft light amethyst eyes. He was quite the sight, and stood out from apart the crowd of people that she had seen so far. "Who are you?"

"Haha, hey! I asked you a question first." Huffing softly, she shook her head "You asked what was hopeless right? Well, I'm supposed to have some prefect escort me to the Academy, but they haven't shown up. Guess they're taking their oh so precious time."

"Well, to be fair, it was quite hard for me to find you." The young man ended his sentence with a chuckle and the young woman's face went a soft red.

"Wait....You mean, you're...you're the person who's supposed to escort me?!"

"That would be me. The name's Alfonse and I'm one of the Day Class prefects for this Academy."

Oh god, what have I done? The young woman felt her face grow hotter in embarrassment by the second and she turned her back towards Alfonse, hiding her embarrassment.

"Well, miss Onyx, I'd say we best get going. You still have to meet the headmaster, find where your room will be and where your classes will be held."

"Right...wait...how do you know my last name?" "Well, I am a prefect, knowing the students here is a part of this job."

"I see..."

Alfonse gave a smile and began walking away, leading the way to the Academy grounds, with the young woman in tow. Oddly enough, the entrance to the Academy wasn't too far from where she was stationed at, while waiting for her escort. The moment that the gate came into view, the young woman's eyes went wide, standing before her, was the massive building. From the train station, it really didn't look that big, but now that she was up closer, she just couldn't take her eyes off the sight!

Alfonse noticed her gaze and gave a tender smile, followed by a soft chuckle.

"It really is something, isn't it?"

"Y..yeah"

That was the only word that could escape her mouth, perhaps the gossip that she had heard from the neighboring Academies while in her hometown, were wrong. She didn't have much time to get lost her in own thoughts, because Alfonse began to walk forward, leaving her to follow once again, only this time, she remained at his side.

"So tell me, Alfonse, what's so great about this Academy?"

"Well, many things. For one, we have a Dragonkin as our headmaster, and another big thing, is the Night Class. Only a handful of students are accepted into the Night Class and almost every single one, is a prodigy, in their own unique way. Oh, that reminds me, Do you know what class you'll be a part of?"

"From my understanding, I was to be put into the Night Class."

"Well, if you're unsure, take out that handy acceptance letter and have a look, it should tell you."

"It's best for the both of us, if we don't bring him out, he's quite the headache inducer."

Just then, a muffled scream of displeasure came from inside of the young woman's school bag, she ignored it and kept walking along Aflonse, but after a few more minutes she was at her breaking point.

"Alright, alright already I'll let you out, yeesh."

The moment she unzipped her bag, the acceptance letter bolted into the air. If it had a face, the young woman was certain she'd be receiving a glare right about now.

"Why, I never! You have the indecency to throw me into a cramped bag, badmouth me, and have such a sharp and unladylike tongued remarks towards me. Yes, I would very well say you're part of the Night Class."

The acceptance letter gave a loud displeased huff and floated above the two of them.

"I see you two have both had some quality time with one another."

"More like he gave me a headache."

"The same thing, applies to you, just as well!"

"Listen here you piece of scrap pap-"

"Alright, alright, enough you two! Come on, we still have a little ways to go. Now is not the time to stop and fight, need I remind you, it's still class hours and I still have prefect work to do."

With that, Alfonse continued to lead the way, and a little while later, they had had navigated their way through the Academy, and were now ascending the stairs, to a hallway, where they were greeted by an exquisite door. Knocking on the door softly, a few times, Alfonse asked for permission to enter, stating that he had the new student with him. Once the permission was granted, he gently opened the door, revealing a very handsome and tall man.

His hair jet black, long and beautiful with many waves, his beautiful shining eyes were like that of a Siren's song, drawing one in for a closer look, and his porcelain looking skin only made the young woman think of him as one thing: captivating.

"Headmaster, here she is, the new student to the Academy."

"Finally, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Onyx. I hope your travel here wasn't too bad."

She wanted to go off about how annoying the acceptance letter was, but instead, she held her tongue and tried to search for the words that she wanted to say.

"Not at all. I did a little more waiting then what I would like, but that was on my part. Alfonse here helped me out tremendously.”

“Is that so? I’m very pleased to hear that. Now, I ask that you bring your letter to me.”

“With pleasure.”

Grabbing the acceptance letter, the young woman quickly hands it over to the headmaster. The moment his hands touched the letter, it erupted into a shimmering mist of sparkles, right above the young woman’s head. Then, as if on cue, the headmaster brought out a a box and slid it over to her from his desk.

“The contents are the school uniform. I ask that once you leave this office, you go to your dorm room, change into the uniform and head onto class. I know that this is a bit much for your first day here, but today is a very special conjoined class lesson, and I feel that it would be good to have you take part. I also understand, that with it still being daylight out and with you being up for so long and traveling, you must be exhausted. Which is why, I’ll have you exempted from all class lectured for the Night Class today.”

“Yes sir, but there’s one thing I’m not sure of.”

”Ah, and what is that?”

“Well, I have no idea where the dorms are....”

“Not to worry, I’ve sent for a female Night Class student, who will lead you to the dorms. Do you have any other questions?”

“No sir.”

“Very well. Alfonse, you may return back to your prefect work. And Millie”

The headmaster called out a name, his eyes staring directly at the door, while a smile appeared on his face. A few seconds later, a shy and timid girl opened it up, she wore a black and blue robe adorned with little jewels on the end of the ribbon like ropes on the cloak.

“Y..yes sir?”

“Please lead Miss Onyx here to the dorms, she’s new here and she’ll be your roommate from now on.”

“Yes sir ri..right away sir!”

Millie turned to face the young woman and bowed softly.

“Right this way please!”

The two women walked in silence for a few minutes, before Millie spoke up.

“So, how was your trip up here?”

“It could have better if the acceptance letter wasn’t so annoying. Other than that, things went pretty smoothly.”

“Ah, that is nice to hear.”

“So...Millie, right? How long have you been here at the school?”

“Well, close to when the Night Class was first  introduced to this Academy. So...I’d wager about a few months.”

“I see...” 

The conversation ended there, as neither of the women knew what to talk about next. A few minutes, they endured this eerie silence, before Millie led the way straight down to the Night Class dorms. 

“Here we are, I’ll lead you to the room so you can get changed and then we can leave for class together.”

Millie gave a timid smile and bowed softly, just like in the Headmaster’s office and led the way straight to their room, where Millie opened the door softly. 

“I’ll wait right out here for you.”

“Alright, it shouldn’t take long for me to change.”

Just as the young woman said; it didn’t take but a couple of minutes for her to change out of her clothes and into the school uniform, which she thought suited herself very well. She fixed her hair a little and straightened everything out before exiting the room.

“Ah, look at you! You look well in the uniform!”

“You...think so?”

“Absolutely!”

“Thanks...”

“Alright, we should really get a move on, I think the one teaching the conjoined lessons we have is Klaus Goldstein.”

“Klaus Goldstein? Who’s that?”

“Wait...don’t tell me you don’t know who that is?!”

“Not a clue.”

Millie began walking, which prompted the young woman to follow her lead and trail closely behind her.

“You see, Klaus comes from a very noble family here, his father, Walter, is a big wig for the Ministry and has created a countless number of amazing magical tools! He has three sons, his youngest is a deputy prefect for the Day Class, and is always top of his class! He passes every spell and test with flying colours, and if you ask me, I think he could make it big in his future, it’s in his blood. Klaus is the second eldest and I hear he used to be this Academy’s prefect and he was an Elite Magical Knight! He was always top of his class, and he’s even made it to the Ministry! As part of his duties, he comes here and take on a professor’s role, and teach the classes.”

“Wow, you sure do know a lot about some of the students that go here.”

“Haha, I guess. I just like to get to know everyone better and find out things about everyone I guess.”

“I do have a question though now.”

Giving a soft hum, Millie glanced my way “Oh? What might the question be?”

“You said there were three sons right? What happened to the last one?”

“That’s a good question...to be quite honest with you, nobody really knows. It’s like he was wiped off the pages of history, he just up and left one day and never came back, from what I’ve heard.”

“I see...”

As the two of them walked, the young woman couldn’t help but feel closer to the one called Millie. Sure, she was a timid and shy girl, but boy, did she know her stuff. Not only that, but she was certain that she had made Millie come out of her shell, even if it was just a little bit.

“Oh um..hey..I never did catch your name y’know.”

“Oh, well, my name is Persephone.”

“Oh yeah? That’s a really pretty name!”

“Thank you...”

The two of them continued to talk as they walked to their destination and this time, the conversation didn’t turn to silence, except for the moment where they entered the classroom. Inside were a bunch of different students, some were from the Night Class and the other were from the Day Class. Suddenly, a roaring voice made the two women jump.

“I see we have two students, who believe that tardiness is acceptable. You two, can write a report after class is over and hand it in tomorrow. I expect it to be well written and appropriate.”

Persephone let out a groan and went to an empty seat, great, her first class ever here at the Academy, and she was already getting in trouble. She could only imagined what kind of other bad luck awaited her this day, but all she could do now, was sit and brace herself for whatever it is that was to happen next.

[forestwater87]

Chapter 3: Headbutts & Catnaps

Camper-counselor bonding happens in some pretty unique ways.

CW: use of the r-word in the beginning of the second section

"Sorry, nerd! Actually, I'm not sorry, and my sarcastic apology is meant to further annoy you. It's a quick and effective way to get attention."

Gwen sighed. "Nurf, get over here. And run."

She'd discovered after a few weeks that their resident bully tended to keep to himself when he had something to do. It was a combination of lack of attention, boredom, and pent-up aggression that seemed to cause the most trouble, and while David wasn't a huge fan of the solution she'd come up with —

The boy broke into a trot, lowering his head as he thundered past the other campers. Gwen crouched down and braced herself, closing her eyes.

"Grahh!" He collided into her with enough force to send her back a few feet, their heels kicking up a massive cloud of dust. She tossed her head, shaking him off, and they backed up without taking their eyes off each other.

— he had to admit it worked.

When she'd first tried this, it had taken nearly half an hour of head-butting to work out all of Nurf's energy to a point where he could pay attention and not bother the other campers; they'd worn deep grooves in the dirt with their heels, and David had been about to call her off when the kid had shrugged and returned to his station, keeping to himself for the rest of the day. Now it only took a few runs before he was calmer, and once he slowed down, his tail no longer flicking with agitation, she straightened and held up her hands in truce.

"Better?" she asked. He grunted and she shoved him toward where David was setting up for Scuba Camp. "Good. Back to it." Rubbing the base of her horns (it didn't hurt, but it gave her a strange jittery feeling) with one hand, she followed at a slower pace and joined David on the dock.

"He seems calmer," David hummed, glancing over at where Nurf was letting Preston lecture him about how to properly wear scuba gear without a single insult or threat. "Do you feel all right?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's what we do." She rapped her knuckles on her forehead. "Thick skulls, remember? We're not all delicate fluffy kitties like you. Speaking of —" She groaned, bending down and picking up another set of scuba gear, "I really can't talk you into doing this instead of me, huh?"

He swallowed, glancing from her face to the gear, then out to the lake. "I-I mean, I suppose I could . . ."

"Nah, I wouldn't do that to you." Cats and water, Jesus. "Just watch the kids, okay?" Neil and Max were the only two water-phobic kids, so David had planned an activity that would keep them dry while the rest of them tried not to drown in Lake Lilac.

"Can do!"

He was about to return to shore when she put a hand on his shoulder and added, "Don't try too hard, okay? You know it'll backfire."

"I know, Gwen," he said with a sigh, his shoulders drooping. "It's just so exciting . . ."

"Yeah, I know it is." David had been hoping for years to have another cat at the camp, so when Max's name and breed had first appeared on the camper applications he'd been ecstatic. Unfortunately, Max was . . . well, Max, and after two years of back-and-forth there were no signs of either his animosity or David's hopefulness letting up anytime soon. "But if he scratches you, I'm the one who has to deal with it, so think of me before you do something stupid."

"I will!" He leaned in to peck her on the cheek before freezing, his eyes widening. He quickly pulled back, dusting imaginary dirt off her shoulder with the fakest nonchalance she'd ever seen. "Take care, everyone!"

She ushered the kids to the end of the dock. "Come on, guys. Let's get this over with."

Gwen had never really considered herself the kind of person to have strong feelings about animals, pro or con. She'd never had pets, but she freaked out over an adorable panda video just like anyone else. Fairly neutral when it came to animals, full or hybrid.

The more time she spent at this camp, though, the more she started to think she was really not a cat person.

"The fuck is he?" she muttered to herself, shaking silly string out of her wool and pounding on her touchscreen. The phone rang a couple times, then an obnoxiously sunny voice rang out, "Campe diem! You've reached David Greenwood. I can't take your call right now . . ."

She was going to kill him.

Especially since . . . oh, fuck. "Where's Max?" she demanded, counting the campers again as though he might materialize if she tried hard enough.

Despite it being their first summer, Neil and Nikki had been here long enough to realize they were basically Max's keepers. It wasn't like he'd willingly spent time with anyone else at camp. Neil ruffled his feathers anxiously, glancing around like his friend might suddenly appear out of nowhere, and Nikki beamed at Gwen with teeth way too large and sharp for her age.

"Not trying to escape, that's for sure!"

Gwen immediately didn't believe that, but Neil jumped in: "Really, though. We haven't seen him since breakfast." He scratched at the ground with his talons. "I — think he said something about trying to learn David's secret?"

Nikki jumped in, her tail wagging. "That's right! He wants to figure out what makes him so happy all the time!" Dropping to the ground and scratching behind her ear, she added thoughtfully, "He said either there's something he's repressing or he's just retarded." She turned to Neil. "Hey, what's 'retarded' mean, anyway?"

He shook his head affectionately, patting her on the top of the head with one wing. "Nothing you need to worry about, Nik."

Well, that at least sounded vaguely plausible. And it'd kill two birds with one stone (no offense to Neil) if they were together. "Think you can sniff him out?"

"On it!" Nikki immediately took off, her nose to the ground, with Neil fluttering anxiously behind her.

"All right, guys. Keep . . . uh, doing whatever you're doing." She turned to the Quartermaster, who was hardly at his best during the day but better than nothing. "Can you make sure they don't kill anyone, QM?" The old man grunted, not opening his eyes. His wings were folded protectively around him, but at least he was upright; if she came back and he was hanging upside-down, they'd have a problem, but she figured he could probably stay awake for five minutes.

She turned and followed Neil and Nikki away from the activities field, half-expecting the trail to lead them into the woods or to where QM's bus was parked or something, but surprisingly they wove around to the area behind the camper's tents, a little grassy field where the kids sometimes spent their free hours. David was sprawled out snoring in a patch of sunlight on the road that curved around the field, one arm flung over his eyes and his ears twitching with the breeze. This was annoying but not entirely unexpected, and part of her was relieved to have confirmation that he slept at all.

The surprise was that Max was curled up in a tiny ball on David's chest, his head tucked under the counselor's chin. His tail flicked restlessly, but neither of them stirred as Nikki froze in a point about ten feet away.

Gwen rubbed her head as she passed, going up to the sleeping cats and crouching by David's shoulder. "Hey, chief?"

He stirred, rubbing his face and blinking up at her blearily. "Gwen?" He started to sit up on his elbows and went still, eyes widening as he realized Max was still asleep on him. "Oh my golly," he whispered, breaking into the brightest grin she'd seen all summer (which was saying something).

"Wanna actually help me run Stunting Camp, or should I just hope enough of the kids live that we'll have even teams for tomorrow's dodgeball game?"

David's eyes flicked from hers to the fluffy black ears twitching in his face. "Gwen, are you seeing this?" His voice was too awestruck to be sarcastic.

“I do. And if he wakes up and sees this he’ll probably kill you. Or himself. Or everyone in the camp so there are no witnesses.” He shot her a reproving look but carefully shifted the camper off his chest, settling him on the ground and springing to Gwen’s side with the reflexes she envied (and thought were totally wasted on someone that inherently awkward). “What happened?”

He shrugged, his cheeks flushing pink. “I went to make sure all the campers were awake, and it was so nice and warm I just had to sit down for a second, and . . . well . . .” He looked away self-consciously, bringing his fist to his mouth and running his tongue along his knuckles.

Gwen knocked the dirt off the back of his uniform and shook a leaf out of his hair. “You didn’t have to lay in the road,” she pointed out with a smirk. “There’s grass literally right there.”

David continued licking the back of his hand, still not meeting her eyes. “It’s not sunny over there.”

They were interrupted by Nikki, who’d apparently decided they weren’t going to wake Max soon enough and had jumped on him, sending up a cloud of dust that Neil and the counselors quickly stepped back from. “MORNING, SUNSHINE!”

“WHAT THE FUCK, NIKKI?! YOU COULDA KILLED ME!”

She groaned, rubbing her forehead. “He’s up,” she grumbled. “Energetic little shithead, huh?”

“That nap must’ve really been good for him!” David managed to keep the manic glee out of his voice, but it was a close thing.

“This is the best day of your life, isn’t it?”

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his smile twitching. “Almost.”

The kids were still fighting; somehow a very-displeased Neil had been dragged into the fray and was trying to disentangle himself as fast as possible.

“Get off me!”

“But come onnnnn, we’re gonna do stunts today! Up n’ at ‘em and campe diem, Max!”

Gwen sighed. No one ever said dumb motto except occasionally Space Kid -- and, apparently now, Nikki.

David leaned in a bit, still watching the kids. “Okay, this is a pretty good day,” he admitted.

“No kidding.”

“Better than my 4th birthday.” When she looked at him questioningly, he chuckled and said, “My parents hired a clown. It was very exciting.”

She gave a small snort of disgust. “Of course you like clowns.”

“They’re so happy!” As the three kids collapsed in the grass, their energy suddenly spent in that little-kid way that reminded her of a battery suddenly dying, David raised his voice and called, “Come on, kiddos! We’re running a little late this morning, so we need to get a move on if we wanna have time for all of today’s activities!”

Max rolled his eyes, climbing to his feet and shuffling toward them with his hands in his inexplicably pristine hoodie. “Like any of us gives a shit about the activities.”

Nikki bounded after them, dragging a disheveled and squawking Neil behind her. “Betcha’d rather just take a nap with Daaaavid, huh?” she teased, elbowing him in the side.

“The fuck are you talking about? I was following him, and then . . .” He trailed off and his face turned red, visible even with his complexion. “Oh, fuck no.”

“Oh fuck yes!” Nikki crowed, scampering out of the way in case he tried to swipe at her. “You were sleeping on him like a baby kangaroo!”

Max seemed distracted by his dawning horror. “I . . . it was warm,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “I wasn’t tired, but then . . . I was?”

David put a hand on the camper’s shoulder comfortingly. “It’s okay, Max! Cats need to rest a lot during the day, and it’s perfectly natural for kittens to cuddle up with their mother, so --”

“You're not my mother!” He jerked away, fluttering his arms like David was an annoying fly.

Gwen tried and failed to keep her face blank. “I mean, you’re the only cats around here for miles. And we have legal custody over you while you're at camp. So I guess for the summer he kinda is your mommy.”

“I hate all of you.” Grabbing Nikki by the wrist and snagging a handful of Neil’s wingfeathers, he dragged them ahead to the rest of the campers, growling threats about them not telling anyone about this.

She expected David to scold her for teasing Max, but when she looked over at him he was watching the kids walk away with his hands clasped at his chest and tears in his eyes. “Did you hear that, Gwen? He thinks of me as a mother!”

“You’re a guy, David.”

His expression didn’t change, and neither did the choked-up joy in his voice. “I don’t care!”

“Now is it the best day of your life?”

David paused, turning back to her. His expression softened, and he blinked away the mistiness in his eyes, taking advantage of their temporary solitude to kiss her on the nose. “Second-best.”

[cutegirlmayra]

Could you do a dark sonamy prompt? Since I love Dark Sonic as a character (wish we got to see more of him) and you're one of my favorite writers.

Thank you, darling~ You know- I’d take any opportunity to write a dark sonic prompt~

(x) Another public wallpaper.

Prompt:

Deep in the night, after a horrible nightmare broke lose from Sonic’s dreams… and after a long and hard battle to reclaim his dream-

Sonic was faced with one last showdown… Locked in his sleep, and trapped in the Dream-realm, his only hope of waking up was defeating this last… test…

“Show yourself!” he called out.

He was surprise to see the shadows closing in on him, and brace himself! Crossing his arms in front of him before jerking his head out of his defensive form to see a hedgehog.. just like him coming out of the deep, dark blue mist…

“T-that’s…” he threw his arms down to his sides but kept them crooked for strike… if need be….

His feet shifted, as the other Sonic grinned.

“This is the last test before you can wake up in your silly tree.” The Dark Sonic mocked with a Sonic-traditional flare as he motioned his hand out to him.

The true Sonic glared, and dipped his head down, waiting to hear what he had to fight next.

“Sonic?”

Sonic’s eyes widened, “Amy?” he turned around, seeing her in the mist, reaching her hand out a bit before backing up as if she was scared.

“What’s she doing here?” He lost his form completely, as Dark Sonic smirked and narrowed his eyes… chuckling slightly.

“She’s moved on, buddy. Guess sometimes… you really are too slow.” he swiped his hand out, and suddenly the mist was taking Amy away,… her image started to disappear as the mist encircled her more and more.

“Sonic!” she coughed profusely, stepping back more into the mist. “Sonic..!”

“Amy!” he leaped into the mist, spinning before finding himself completely alone.

“Sonic!” Amy’s faint echo escaped and he turned around in the direction he thought her voice was in.

“Amy!.. grk…” he clenched his jaw, and went out after it.

After rushing around, trying to find her, he suddenly came out of the mist, Amy’s form looking down and weathered…

“…Amy..?” he reached a hand out to her.. about to touch her when she turned around, crying..

“You left me… you abandoned me and I was all alone!” she cried out.

“N-no.. wait a second…” he started to back up, fear creeping into him as the mist symbolically started to swirl faster and encircle around him as well.

“You left me without anything to tie myself to you! I’m done waiting around, Sonic!”

“Amy, I came in after you!” Sonic threw his arms out, but suddenly heard laughing and looked around, seeing the mist start coming through.

“Seems you don’t know you’re own feelings on the matter…”

Dark Sonic came out of the mist, putting an arm around the hurt and angered Amy…

“If you want to wake up… tell her the truth.” he pushed her towards him.

She shoved him away as he caught her and walked back away. “You never loved me! You played me and cheated my life! my youth away!”

Sonic shook his head, getting up from the ground.

“You’re not my hero anymore, Sonic! You never could be!” she squinted her eyes down, letting tears flow.

“…That’s not Amy…”

Dark Sonic stopped smiling.

“W-what?” The Amy looked frazzled, moving her arms up and protectively around her.

“B-but I am Amy…”

He got up with his back facing the two, dusting himself off. “No, you’re not. Amy doesn’t whine and complain like you do… she may have feelings hurt, but she would never lie and hurt mine in the process.”

Dark Sonic’s rage grew as the Amy in front of him looked touched by Sonic’s words.

“So… you’re not going to tell her how annoying she is… let her down and crush her dreams!? Even to wake up!” he powered up, his energy resembling Sonic in his super form…

Sonic looked over his shoulder, a powerful look in his eyes. “I don’t need to tell her anything she doesn’t already know.” He jumped up into a homing attack.

The false Amy cried out and ducked her head, protecting it as she ran to the side and the two started sparring.

“She knows I’d would never lie to her!”

“LAIR!” The dark Sonic slammed him down with his hands together, shooting him out of the air.

He came crashing down on his back, twitching from already having a rough night of nightmares he had to chase down and conquer, but this Dark Sonic wasn’t letting up…

Throughout the trial, Sonic fought and defended his statements regarding his friends. Tails was a trusted ally, a true friend he could depend on. Knuckles was his equal in defending and guarding what they held to be true. Eggman wasn’t so bad if you took away all his evil schemes and robotic toys-

But as this battle ensued, Dark Sonic got weaker, and Sonic finally got enough ‘dream power’ to turn himself into a new form…

He dreamed himself a powerful ability, and used his new form to shoot down Dark Sonic.

“It’s time for the real Sonic to wake up!” Sonic stated, and powerfully withdrew his hand blast as Dark Sonic crashed into the darkness below…

The mist circled away from Dark Sonic… and as the real Sonic peered down, he took his hand to charge up one final death shot, before-…

“NOO!!”

The false Amy leaped out of the mist, rushing to Dark Sonic’s side and laying over him.

She gripped his head and held it close to her.

“You can’t! Please! You can’t destroy him!”

Sonic’s eyes suddenly lightened up and he stopped charging his blast.

“Please! I.. I couldn’t bare to lose him…” she lowered her head to his own…

Sonic lowered his head to watch her… listening… his frown remained but his eyes closed in on her.. trying to decipher if this was some trick…

She cried, and her tears began to wake the Dark Sonic up.

He blinked his eyes and shook his head. “A..Amy…” he fully got up and shoved her to the side.

“Out of my way!”

“Ah!” she was thrown to the side, but held her hand to her chest, looking up at him.

“Sonic, stop! Let him wake up!”

“So,… you’re turning on your own kind now, are you?” His eyes suddenly glowed white.

“You’re a traitor!”

“No!”

Dark Sonic conjured up the mist into his hand, “I should of just let the mist take you back! You’re nothing but a-”

“I can’t help how I feel!” she got up, spreading her arms out.

he suddenly shot forth the beam, but Sonic- the true heroic Sonic- intersected it.

Taking the full force of his nightmaric power, he was flung to the side, and breathed heavily, gripping his side.

“Wha… what?” Dark Sonic was astonished, but the fake Amy looked to the true hero and ran to him, helping him up.

“You can destroy me… you can do whatever you want with me.. but he’s passed his trial!”

“What are you trying to do?” Dark Sonic suddenly saw her walking towards him again, her hands together, as if pleading.

“You don’t have to be alone… you don’t have to push everything you love away…” she reached forward, as her hands touched his chest, and he twitched, but for some reason… was unable to move…

“N-no… what are you doing!? I… I can’t move!” Dark Sonic was frozen, shaking in place as Amy looked up to him.

“You have nothing to fear… nothing to hide… I don’t care about your faults… I don’t even care if you don’t, fully love me yet. The true Sonic was right. I would never… never leave you. I know you have faults but I won’t abandon you in them! Just as you won’t abandon me!”

“Y…You..” in rage, Dark Sonic suddenly noticed something off. “Wait a minute… you’re-” he looked up, seeing Sonic, even in his pain, was sharing an energy link with her.

“You’re fueling her with Dream power!” he shouted out, “You’re manipulating and controlling her! Heh, why am I surprised?” his lips curled into a cruel smirk, but Amy forced it back into fear as she leaned up, placing her head on his chest.

“Even if he is supporting me with giving me a way to be like his Amy… the true Amy… I would do anything to save you from this curse…”

“Grr… Grahh…STOOOPP!!!” Dark Sonic’s back arched, as suddenly light protruded from him, and the mist of darkness seemed to hiss a shriek at it coming at it.

It started to depart, as the real Sonic got up and hunched himself over, looking over to Dark Sonic.

“You don’t get it… I didn’t start supporting her until I saw her rush out to save you.”

“URK!!!” Dark Sonic’s body started to tense, more light beams shedding from it. “WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME!?” he looked at her hands. “YOU…YOU’RE USING HER TO TRANSFER YOUR DREAM ENERGY TO ME!? WHY!?”

“Because she wanted to save you.” Sonic smirked. “And I think I know why.”

“NOOOO!!!” With the world fading away, Sonic turned to finally see his exit!

A bright light was formed from the light that engulfed around him.

Amy, now shining, floated down with a renewed version of Sonic, as the true Sonic smiled at the two.

“Mind if you not float over to the real Amy’s dream and tell her I’ve been dreaming about her?”

The two looked to each other, and smiled charmingly.

“You’ve completed the test.” Amy smiled.

“By sparring me… you’ve also forgiven yourself.”

“Huh? Myself?” Sonic hobbled a bit to shift his body to looking at the two.

“What do you mean…?”

The two smiled again.

“You proved not only to your heart, but to your worst fears… that no matter what may happen with you.. or you’re friends… you will always hold those sacred truths close to you. That you’re friends are an essential part of who you are… and you could never mistreat them… or abandon them.

The Dream Sonic looked to Dream Amy, who was started to almost cry again, before he lifted a hand to her chin.

She smiled to him, and he grinned back, before they both turned back to Sonic.

“Sorry for the trouble, Hero. You’re dreams will be safe from now on.”

“That’s comforting to hear.” Sonic beamed, putting a hand to his hip as he tried to fight the imaginary pain…

“But anxieties, fears, and other such nightmares may come.” Dream Sonic warned, stepping out in front of Dream Amy and swishing a hand out.

He acted more and more like Sonic now.

Who he truly was.

“Never forget. As long as you remember what you’ve learned- and held true to here, in this nightmare… you’ll never be steered wrong.”

“I was always told my will was unbreakable. And now i’m being told in a dream that my heart and those tied to it are just as inseparably strong. Thank you.” Sonic nodded, but then looked a little tried.

“But I just want to have a normal sleep from now on. Tell ya what, no more lessons of ‘self discovery’ through dreams, huh?”

They grinned.

“No promises, eh?”

Sonic laughed and exited, waking up, and missing his friends already.

He kicked a leg up and threw his arms behind his back. “Hoo. What a night!” he teased.

(Finished this at 6:27 AM, so if it’s wonky, you know why xD)

[cutegirlmayra]

Knuxouge #4 pwease :)))

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FINALLY! NOT SONAMY! :D

Prompt:

Sitting regally upon the steps of the Master Emerald’s altar, a loyal guardian rested with his arms folded, head down, sitting on the top step of it’s magnificent throne…

Such a handsome guard… but oh, so gullible.

Rouge turned herself against a tree, juggling a chaos emerald fake in her hand, before catching it, and sneering.

Some people really shouldn’t go it solo…

She flew off as quiet as the wind would allow her, all the way up to the top of the large site.

She hovered delicately down upon the Master Emerald, and held the Chaos Emerald up, putting a hand to her knee and bending down to stare at the peacefully charming looking echidna below her.

You know… he could be pretty fun to be around when he’s not mad.

She turned her head, drooping her blue eyelids.

Too bad he’s such a brute.

She turned and flew over with a powerful gust to the pillar that had her beautiful diamond pleasure upon it… the white Chaos Emerald.

The gust had disturbed his sensitive nose though.. however, and it twitched as Knuckles’s eyes started to open, and blink in suspicion.

“Huh?” he turned to look up, but by then, Rouge was already flying over head.

“W-WHY THAT-!!!” He twitched his hands out in rage, before realizing he was being robbed.

“STOOOPP!!!”

“Woops!” Rouge looked behind her, almost innocently.

He was powering through the calm winds, gliding with quite the anger expression upon his face.

“That’s my cue.” She flirtatously gave him a look, before dipping down.

“You’re not leaving my sights!” Knuckles followed her dive, and cranked back a fist. “ROOOUUUGGGEEE!” as he charged the ground, she suddenly looked back, a cheeky, and sly smile, as she suddenly swiped up.

“Whoops again.”

His eyes grew small, and quickly tried to glide away from his spiraling plummet.

“Grrr….!!! RAH!” he was able to spin at just the right time to avoid a horrible collision.

“Ohh…” Rouge, looking impressed, placed a hand over her heart. “My,… what muscles~”

He ended up gliding straight into some palm trees, before popping his head out, and yelling out to her, having a huge anger mark on his fists. “YOU THIEVING BAT GIRL! I WON’T LET YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS!”

She fluttered in the air, before striking a pose unknowingly beautiful, and dipped her head down, seeming alluring. “I’d like to see you try, Big boy…” she teased, narrowing her eyes in a challenge, before turning away, “Ta-tah~” she was having fun.

“Why that no good, swipin’… YOU OLD HAG!”

Suddenly, Rouge halted in the air.

Her white hair had a huge anger mark pulse from it, as she slowly cranked her head back, eyes fuming with rage as her eyelids twitched.

“What was that..?”

“You heard me! You’re nothing more than a flimsy escape artist!” he stomped his foot on the tree’s branch, before it started to creak.

He blinked his eyes, losing his anger. “Wh..huh?” he looked down, and the tree branch fell.

“WHHAAHAHHAAAA!” he ran a moment in the air before starting to fall.

She folded her arms and glared, turning her head away as he crashed.

He apparently fell on his head, and slowly flopped over onto his stomach.

“This… just isn’t my day…” he said through swirls in his eyes, and his tongue sticking out.

He then shook his head and leaned back, glaring back at Rouge. “Come on and fight me, Thief!”

“You idiotic Knuckle head…” she twitched in her rage, before throwing the emerald down, along with her arms. “If that emerald means so much, then come and get it!” she spun into her signature kick, and started to drill her way through the air down to him. “I’ll teach you some manners!”

He tried to hold his hands up to catch her drill, but the force of it hurt to restrain against, though he did.

He was soon flung back when he noticed the white chaos emerald start bouncing off a unseen trail.

“Huh? GRAHH!”

She unspun herself and landed well, balancing before getting up and looking back at him.

He had been kicked up against a rock, and spat out some leaves that were falling from the impact. “I’ll make you pay for that.” he growled out, his eyes narrowed too.

“Hmph. If I wanted to pay, I would have bought my gems and jewels.” she folded her arms, “fair and square.”

“Wouldn’t that be the honorable thing to do!?” his arms were spread up against the rock, and his legs were sitting from being dragged by the force until stopped by the rock.

He leaned forward, hollering, as she twitched in rage again at his rudeness. “Don’t you know it’s rude to scream at a lady!”

“Lady?”

“I’m a woman you know! Show some respect.” she swiped her head back, looking offended.

“Heh. All I see is a robbin’ old bag of nothin’ but bones!” he smirked out.

She flinched, before her eye twitched and she leaned forward, “You-! Ingrate! Barbarians know better than you when it comes to women!” She turned to face away from him, before Knuckles got up, dusting himself off and patting his bruises, and then taking off for where the emerald had bounced off too.

“I don’t have time for this!”

“H-hey!” she turned around, reaching out for him, before pulling back and looking hurt.

She then went right back into her anger fit, “DON’T IGNORE ME!” she rapidly sped her wing speed up, charging after him.

Dodging some trees, she made it up to him.

She smiled, opening her mouth, “Got’cha!”

“Whaa!” he was surprised, to say the least, as she gripped him around the back and they started tumbling together.

She was laughing as he kept screaming out in awkward frustration.

But his struggles were futile at this rapid speed down the hill, even passing the chaos emerald that had rolled along into a small plothole in the hill.

“AH! My emerald!” Knuckles called out, trying to reach for it but being pulled down by gravity till they fell in a patch of flowers at the bottom.

“Offph! Uhh… H-huh?” he slowly blinked his eyes open, as a blurry white and black image moved up from beneath him.

“My.. if I had known you would grip me so tightly, maybe I wouldn’t have called you all those awful things~” Rouge trailed a finger down the odd, crescent shape on his chest, before smiling and batting her eyes. (pun intended.)

He blushed and looked down, shaking at the sensation of being this close to her.

He also looked uncomfortable and scared, his eyes shrinking with lines around them.

“Ohh~ Did you purposefully turn me so that you’d be the one to take the hit? Or was that just another fluke..?” she must have been referring to another time, before moving up on him and pressing herself down.

Now his face was a bright red, as she smirked before a chao flew over head.

“Hmm?” she looked up at it, and leaned to do so.

The space gave Knuckles time to breathe, those his eyes were in swirls.

“Hmph. Children shouldn’t be around here. ah!” she was tossed off by Knuckles’s arm, as he looked up to see the Chao.

“That’s-!”

“Hey..” She back up, rubbing her head before seeing the Chao was floating softly down to Knuckles, having the white chaos emerald in it’s grasps.

“Haha! Good one, kid!” Knuckles smiled, genuinely, as Rouge noticed the happy look as he held out his hands to receive the emerald.

She shifted her legs, and ducked her head down to the side…

Why can’t I get him to smile that way about me?

He rejoiced in the recovery of his emerald, standing tall and holding it up like simba, as if he was the hero or something.

She rolled her eyes, and looked behind her, making a side comment. “You’d think he’d realized by now how much I hate those things.” she groaned in complaint, before looking back at him, and swatting her bat wings out to try and get his attention again.

“Hey, red!”

He laughed, not paying attention.

She tried to position herself better, “Red~” her voice was quite alluring…

His eyes blinked suddenly, getting thrown out of his own world, as he looked back to Rouge, annoyed.

“What do you want?”

She twitched, and lost her sexy posing and look, “Why can’t you speak kinder to me, huh!? Is it really that hard to act like a gentlemen!?! Come help me up!” she almost roared the words out, pouting slightly as her wings stretched out again, getting irritated by how oblivious he was.

“I swear, you’re so naive.” she looked up at him, as if disappointed.

He was walking over to her, holding the emerald in his arms like a baby, as the chao followed by his side.

He twitched in anger at her words and leaned back, before roaring down back at her.

“ME!? You’re the thief here! What? SHOULD I SHOW ANY RESPECT TO A COMMON CROOK!?”

That was the last straw.

Her eyes were now in a furious frenzy, as her face scrunched up and she let him have it!

Her spiky foot went right into his ‘no-no’ box.

He twitched in pain, dropping the emerald as the Chao didn’t know what had happened, and so happily flew down and picked it up for him again, flying right back up to present it to him again.

He fell down and gripped his stomach, as she watched him breathe out some air and looked away.

No mercy.

“You… Y-you darn bat girl…” he muttered out, gripping the grasp as his head was completely down, crouching.

She lifted a leg fashionably up to her knee, letting it rest there and looked away nonchalantly, but clearly, she was enjoying herself now. “Serves you right. Calling a lady such names.”

He twitched an eyebrow up, glaring at her. “W..Why aren’t you trying to snatch the emerald? Now’s your chance… to fly off with it.”

She was surprised to hear that he caught on to that.

It was the first time he ever noticed…

She looked back, seeing him in pain… and suddenly smiled warmly to him.

The look surprised him, as she bent forward and down to him, lifting his chin up.

“If I really wanted that emerald…” she took the opportunity, starting to bat her wings into flight, but never taking her eyes off of him.

His gaze never left hers either, he just stared in awed wonder.

“I would have stolen them all by now.”

She let his chin go and hovered a moment in the air, before snickering and winking a silent goodbye, taking off for the sky.

“See you around, tough guy~”

He stared and watched her depart a moment, no longer feeling pain, he moved up on his hands and knees.

“Would of… taken them… by now…? Then what was she really after.. Oh!” he suddenly look straight ahead.

Then turned quickly, getting up on one knee. “A distraction!” he looked to the Master Emerald.

She looked back, and shook her head, sighing and shrugging. “Men. They’ll never learn…” she smiled confidently then and took off, away from the island…

The chao turned his head to the camera, and tilted it to the side, having a question mark above his head. “Chao?”

(These two are so funny, lol!)