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[saphstories]

one bed trope sonamy

As You Wish

The heavens would prove unkind tonight, she regretfully mused, wincing at the booming thunder that shook the skies and the carriage. “Not a fan of storms, Lady Amelia?”

Amelia Rose sighed and smiled awkwardly at her companion, sitting across the carriage from her. His emerald eyes were inquisitive, searching hers, while his posture was relaxed, chin in his hand, appearing almost bored. “Not when they impede the procession home, Lord Silas.” She replied, drawing her burgundy cloak tighter around her shoulders.

Silas snorted. “Aye, especially when I can run faster than the carriage.”

Amelia’s ears perked up. “Is that so?” She asked.

Silas nodded, a bit of a smug smile on his peach muzzle. “Aye, milady. I’ve obtained quite the moniker for my speed. My friends call me ‘Sonic’, and I overhear many of the townsfolk refer to me as ‘The Blue Blur’.”

“Sonic,” Amelia tested the epithet on her tongue, and smiled at him. “I must say, it suits you.”

Silas grinned at her, and warmth spread from Amelia’s stammering heart to her cheeks. “If milady wishes, you may address me so.” He encouraged.

Amelia smiled, and the carriage jolted and skidded to a stop. Amelia squealed and grabbed the upholstery to hold herself steady, alarmed at the slew of voices shouting amid the thunder and downpour outside. Sonic’s hand reached for her but hesitated from touching her. “Alright, Amelia?”

“Aye.” Amelia bobbed her head quickly. “What do you think’s happened?”

Sonic’s brow furrowed, a deep frown pointed towards the carriage door, his lithe body coiling tight as a snake. “Hopefully just a bumpy road, milady.” He lightly rested his hand on the sword at his hip, his thumb gingerly stroking the top of the golden circular cross guard. He shifted on the seat, angling himself towards the carriage door and creating a shield between it and Amelia, his hand now curled tight on the blade hilt. The carriage door creaked open. Sonic unsheathed his sword, the silvery blade somehow gleaming in the low light. “Keep behind me, Amelia. I will not let them harm you.” He whispered.

“I am not exactly helpless, Sonic!” Amelia hissed back, her cheeks flushing scarlet indignantly.

“Don’t I know it.” Sonic muttered to himself. Amelia frowned. The carriage door burst open.

“Sonic!” An echidna raised his mittens in surrender, his scarlet fur and bronze armor splattered with mud and soaked with rainwater.

“Chaos, Knuckles!” Sonic exclaimed, shaking his head and sheathing his sword. “You’re lucky I didn’t cleave you in two!”

Knuckles snorted. “I would like to see you try!”

Sonic rolled his eyes. “Perhaps now would not be the time, Knucklehead. What’s happened?”

“The storm has caused a flood in the valley; the carriage will not make it the normal routes, at least not tonight.” Knuckles grimly reported. “We spotted a tavern just a few minutes ride whence we came; it would be safer course if we took shelter for the night and resumed our travels at first light.”

Sonic considered those words and nodded. “Very well then, Knuckles.” The echidna dipped his head to Amelia and shut the carriage door, shouting at the others, and Sonic settled back into his seat as the carriage began moving again.

“Do you know the tavern Knuckles spoke of?” Amelia asked curiously.

Sonic shook his head. “It has been some time since I traveled this direction, milady. I just hope there are enough rooms for our company.”

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“Well, if hopes were rings,” Sonic chuckled nervously, scratching a hand through his damp blue quills. Amelia’s cheeks blazed as rosy as her long quills, shifting nervously as she eyed the compact room outfitted with creaky wooden floors, a tiny wooden wardrobe, and one moderate singular bed in the center, outfitted with one singular ratty quilt. Sonic cleared his throat and gestured to the door that led to the washroom. “Ladies first.”

Grateful and flustered, Amelia fled, her decorum preventing her from slamming the door outright in her embarrassment. She covered her face with her hands and whined, practically vibrating with her nerves. This was not how it was meant to happen! She and Sonic may be betrothed and set to marry in a day’s time, certainly, but they weren’t meant to be in such close quarters yet! They should have arrived in Sonic’s villa by now, Amelia should have been formally introduced to his family as his chosen bride, and the preparations for their union were due to begin in the morning! But now, because of poor luck and a terrible monsoon, all that time meant to prepare her for-for intimacy with Sonic was forfeit!

Amelia took a deep breath. “Pull yourself together, Rose.” She muttered to herself. “’Tis only a small delay, and you are to be united with him at sunset tomorrow, what is one night early?” She nodded to herself and discarded her sopping cloak, reaching for a towel…only to find them missing. Lovely. She sighed and opened the door, poking her head out. “Sonic, are there-oh!” Amelia slapped a hand over her mouth, her cheeks now a permanent shade of red…but her traitorous eyes refused to look away.

Sonic faced away from her, his soaked shirt wringing out in his hands, ruffled blue fur glistening with mist in the candlelight. Strong but lithe blue shoulders gave way to thick blue spines glinting and sharp down a nimble back to narrow hips and a pert blue tail, still covered by sopping wet trousers.

Amelia shook herself and slammed the door, flushed and embarrassed and ashamed. What was she to ogle a man like a hound would a scrap of meat? Her mother would have her hide for such! Amelia sighed and shimmied out of her dress, wrapping her arms around herself to ward off the chill. At least her chemise was mostly dry; it would have to do for tonight. She hung her dress and cloak over the tub, then faced the door nervously, biting her lip. She huffed, lifted her chin, and marched out.

Sonic froze when he saw her, his emerald eyes wonderstruck, raking over her before he cleared his throat and refocused on her face with a tinge of pink on his peach muzzle. Amelia wasn’t much better, her gaze locked on the white shirt Sonic bore, the neckline a deep v that showcased the peach fur of his chest and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the length barely long enough to cover his thighs. “Y-You take the bed, Amelia.” He gestured. “I’ll take the floor.”

“What? No, Sonic, that is unnecessary.” Amelia protested, stepping forward.

“Amelia-,”

“Sonic, we are to be married in one day.” Amelia crossed her arms. “As unpleasant as these circumstances are, it is what we are contended with. And since you are my husband to be, and we will be sharing a bed permanently by tomorrow, I see no harm in doing so tonight when there is no other reasonable option.”

Sonic’s ears tipped back, and he nodded. “As...as you wish.”

Amelia pulled back the ratty quilt and slid into the bed, wincing at the lumpiness. Sonic dithered at the opposite edge of the bed before quickly climbing in, putting his back to Amelia. She tried to swallow the lump that left in her throat and turned away also. “Goodnight, Sonic.”

“…Goodnight, Amelia.”

Amelia laid there, watching the shadows dance on the wall. “…Sonic?”

“Aye?”

“Thank you…for preparing to defend me in the carriage.”

“…I will always defend you, Amelia. I need no thanks for it.”

Amelia bit her lip and sighed.

“Amelia?”

“Aye?”

“…I…regret that you think the marriage arrangement is unpleasant. If you so wish, we could…negate the contract and I shall escort you home at first light.”

Amelia nearly shot up out of the bed. “What?” Sonic refused to turn over and look at her, but Amelia was no mere damsel, and so grabbed his shoulder and forced him to meet her eyes. “Sonic, why would you assume I think such nonsense? If I thought it unpleasant, I wouldn’t have agreed!” She exclaimed.

Sonic furrowed his brow. “But, just a moment ago, you said-,”

Amelia flopped onto her pillow and groaned. “I meant the unpleasant circumstances of the storm delaying us here and forcing us to share close quarters before either of us were ready, silly man.”

Sonic’s eyes brightened, and a half-smile formed on his peach muzzle. “Oh. I see.”

Amelia snorted and smiled at him. “Do you not know better than to assume what a lady thinks, milord?”

Sonic laughed. Stars appeared in Amelia’s eyes. “I admit, my experience with the female mind is woefully lacking.” Amelia giggled, and the smile that flourished on Sonic’s muzzle fluttered her heart. “You truly are the most beautiful in all Mobius, Amelia.�� Sonic whispered reverently, gingerly smoothing an errant pink quill out of her eyes.  

Amelia’s cheeks once again matched her name. “Is-Is that why you chose me?” She mumbled. “For my beauty?”

Sonic’s smile turned sad. “I chose you for your heart, Amelia. Your compassion, your grace, your courage, and your strength. After all, it was those things that saved a starving young boy with two apples fifteen years ago.”

“Apples? Oh!” Amelia gasped.

She remembered that day all too clearly. It had been raining then, too, but little six-year-old Amelia hadn’t been bothered, dancing in the downpour with a smile and muddying her fine dress. It was on one of her twirls that she’d spotted him, a tiny blue hoglet in rags, shivering and pale, hiding behind a post…but watching her all the same with inquisitive emerald eyes. Her heart had clenched for him, especially when he whimpered and clutched his belly, and she immediately snatched the first things she found: two bright red apples off a cart just a pace away. Amelia had thrown them to the hoglet and beamed at him when he picked them up despite their landing in the mud; went to throw him more…but had been caught and humiliated by her mother’s scolding. When she turned back to look back and beg her mother to take him home with them...the boy had vanished. Amelia had never seen him again.

Until tonight. “I would have starved if not for you, Amelia.” Sonic whispered, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. “You inspired me to become the man I am today: the man that protects those that cannot protect themselves, a man that shows compassion to those burdened, lost, and alone, a man that has strived to be worthy of your heart…because since that day, you have had mine.”

“Oh, Sonic,” Amelia threw her arms around Sonic’s neck and buried her face in his chest, her shoulders shaking with sobs even though her heart sang with joy. His arms encircled her, his fingers stroking her quills, his lips whispering words of love in her ear. “We-We need to go to sleep now.” She declared, beaming. “We need to sleep so tomorrow will come and we can be married as soon as possible.” Sonic tipped his head back and laughed. Amelia giggled and pushed him down to snuggle into his chest, her arms tight around him. He pressed a kiss to Amelia’s forehead, closing his eyes with a loving smile. “As you wish.”

[saphstories]

STELLA YOU AMAZING WONDERFUL STAR YOU!!!!!!!!!

MY BABY GIRL!!!!!!! SHE LOOKS SO GOOD!!!!!!!

I LOVE HER SO MUCH AINAEOFNEWAOGAOBEOGBA;OGBAGBA

Welp...

MLP OUTFIT BLAST 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Ft my mutual's fankids!

Elise by @the-sky-queen

Liz by @somemismatchedsocks

Cinamint by @totaleclipse573

Sakura by @ekaycheem

Ivory by me

Luna by @saphstories

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[saphstories]

Writing prompt idea #2: Shadora date that's super silly but Rory's having the best time so Shadow is too (I've been playing too much Love and Deepspace and the claw machine dates are so cute they make me SICK)

Shut Up and Drive

“Where are we going?”

“I already told you, Light. It’s a surprise.”

“You hate surprises.”

“Not when they’re for you.”

“Hypocrite.”

“You love me.”

Aurora snorted. “I’d love you more if I weren’t blindfolded right now.”

“How else would I make sure you wouldn’t peek?” 

“You don’t trust me?”

“Normally? With my life. Right now? Not as far as I can throw you.”

“Spoilsport.” She pouted. “Wait…what’s that noise?”

“Just another minute.” There was laughter in Shadow’s tone, and Aurora grinned despite herself, allowing him to position her just as he wanted. Her ears twitched and wiggled, trying to place the odd roaring sounds, when warm lips suddenly pressed against hers, a hand on her cheek. Her tail wagged; she leaned into the kiss eagerly.

“Wa-Was that my surprise?” Aurora breathlessly asked.

“No. That was a bonus.” She could hear the smirk in Shadow’s tone and rolled her eyes behind the blindfold, hands on her hips.

“You know, for the Ultimate Lifeform, you’re awfully slow with your reveals.” She drawled.

 “So impatient.” Shadow tsked.

Aurora’s retort was cut off by blinding light chasing away the darkness, and she blinked repeatedly, then gasped, stars in her emerald eyes at the karts roaring by, bordered to the asphalt track by tires and multicolored flags. “Go-karts?” She squealed, bouncing on her heels, and didn’t give Shadow a chance to answer, instead yanked him by the wrist to the ticket window.

“You are going down, Spaceman.” Aurora crowed, revving the engine of her bright green kart and shooting a smug smirk towards Shadow.

Shadow flipped down his shades and pressed his foot to the gas pedal. It was no Dark Rider, of course, but it would do splendidly for his purposes.

Red.

Yellow.

Green.

Go!  

“GET BACK HERE, SPACEMAN!”

"SHUT UP AND DRIVE, LIGHT!"

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

[saphstories]

They say my outfit doesn't match.

I say "It does if you know the theme."

😏♥️✨️🔥

Happy Generations Day, everyone! ✨️🔥♥️

[saphstories]

✨Welcome to the Sapphire Storybook! ✨

My little realm of make believe! Feel free to leave reality at the gate. 😁🥰💖

My name's Saph, Saph the Dragon! I'm so happy you decided to check out my blog page, where I share my imagination and love for all my fandom craziness! You'll find all the need-to-knows and directory under the cut! Have fun! 😘🥰

Main Info:

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: Late Twenties.

Spirituality: Christian. (I only mention this to give you a better understanding of who I am, what makes this little dragon tick!😁)

I am the creator formerly known as SkyWriter. If you've come looking for her, you've succeeded!

My Ask Box is OPEN.

Requests are CLOSED.

Hyperfixations: Currently? ALL THINGS SONIC!!! 😂🥰 SHADOW MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Current Project:

The Three Sovereigns: A tale of war, a tale of hope, a tale of Sovereignty, and of course, a tale of our favorite hedgehog trio! 💖 No promises, but I hope to release Book One in the holiday season, so stay tuned!

AUs:

The Three Sovereigns (In Progress)

Next-Gen AU (In Progress)

Second Chance AU (Casual; Unwritten)

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Fandoms: Sonic the Hedgehog (I feel like this one was obvious 😂), Chronicles of Narnia, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Doctor Who (Specifically the Nine and Ten (TENNANT MY BELOVED) Era, but I won't object to Eleven if I like the Request enough. 😊), the Bad Guys, Phineas and Ferb.

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Explicit or NSFW Content of ANY Kind.

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[saphstories]

I have been summoned...

This is one of my favorite lines from The Three Sovereigns:

"I said no homemade fireworks!"

"It wasn't me, I swear!"

I shall tag @e-vay @maddiebwrites to play if they so desire!

Out of context line tag

Thank you @late-to-the-fandom! I actually have a perfect line I just wrote that's stabbing me in the chest rn so I need to post it.

He could only be loved as much as he could live up to perfection. And he had known, for a long time, that meant he could not be loved at all.

Yes this is from a Sonic fic but I'm not saying anything else about it yet 😈

Tagging: @sparkles-rule-4eva (I'm chasing you down for more Enchanted content lol) @mama-qwerty and umm I don't remember who else writes stuff at the moment cuz I'm tired so open tag please jump if you want!

[saphstories]

I don’t mean to disturb you but what kind of writing do you go over?

For example, Char X Self, Char X Char, Char X OC, or other/non ship?

You aren't disturbing me at all! I love talking to you guys! 🥰🥰 And wow, that's a loaded question, but I'll try and answer it as best I can.

I'm a hopeless romantic, so I'll always love a great love story. Other than that, I love things that are outside the norm. Fantasy is top tier for me! But really, I love anything that takes me outside the boundaries of the day-to-day in any kinda way, whether in genre, characters and their dynamics, or anything really!

As for ships, I'm good with just about anything as long as the two have great chemistry and potential! (Though one of my favorite things to do is throw an OC into the mix and see how they change the story.)

There is something to be said about that though...and you may not like it but it's my personal preference. The only ships I don't really care for/are uncomfortable with is gay ships, because I am a Christian. If that floats your ships, cool! 😎 It's just not for me. I'm not one for Character x Reader stories, either. The reader character just doesn't feel...solid? It's hard to explain.

Thank you SO much for the ask! 💖 Please don't ever think you're disturbing me, my ask box is open for a reason, haha! 😁💕💕

[saphstories]

I see, can I still emerge myself in the story without shipping myself with another character?

[estellardreams]

Happy Halloween! 🎃

Did some Halloween outfits, too! Can you guess the references? 👀✨

Fankids belong to:

Arthur Acorn and Orion to @totaleclipse573

Sakura to me

Kaiko to @somemismatchedsocks

Luna to @saphstories

Ember to @the-sky-queen

✨Unshaded version below cut✨

[kittygamer2888]

"Signs of diabetes"

I was worried, okay?😭

@estellardreams @oddogoblino @wikihowhowtoexist @saphstories @st4rrzyy @kyradrawss @hyp3rfixation-h3ll @mioshiaki @arrrtism @pinktrashgoblin @saber-neon and others I can't think of atm

last google search, go

um. Tag four people.

what do they make sewer tunnels out of

@ncc1701ohno @affixjoy @the-magpieprince @twinkboimler

[estellardreams]

Send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful, keep the game going and make someone smile!!✨️

TO ALL OF YOU!!!

@the-sky-queen

@totaleclipse573

@boom-fanfic-a-latta

@saphstories

@st4rrzyy

@blu-ish

@somemismatchedsocks

@ekaycheem

@itzzaira

@kittygamer2888

[estellardreams]

Welp...

MLP OUTFIT BLAST 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Ft my mutual's fankids!

Elise by @the-sky-queen

Liz by @somemismatchedsocks

Cinamint by @totaleclipse573

Sakura by @ekaycheem

Ivory by me

Luna by @saphstories

Models below cut

[estellardreams]

When Will My Life Begin - Blue Myosotis AU Animatic

For @saphstories' AU. Hope you like!

Fun fact! This took 156 individual frames and nearly 16 hours! :D

[e-vay]

THIS WAS SO CUTE OH MY GOD 💖💙💖💙

I love it so much, that was so unbelievably warm and sweet and so Them! 🥰 Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

I'm Already There

For @e-vay. 😘

Something was different today. Perhaps it was the shade of blue in the sky, not as bright as it should be, dotted with the occasional white cloud? Or the fragrance of the flowers, lilies and roses not as sweet on the breeze as they bloomed? Or even the sun itself, not as warm even with the first day of spring in full arrival?

Amy Rose sighed and stroked her fingertip down the lonely stalk of a blown dandelion, watching the seeds dance in the wind with downcast green eyes, off to places unknown for planting and blooming.

...Or, maybe...just maybe...Was it her own heart's ache that made today so somber? ...Could it be...the absence of her heart that made this beautiful day awash in grey?

Amy shook her head and dropped the stem on the grass beneath her checkered picnic blanket. She was being silly, that silly lovesick Amy Rose... but try as she might to enjoy the warmth of the sun, the blue of the sky, the fragrance of flowers...it still wasn't right.

She harrumphed. This was ridiculous. He hadn't even been gone long, only a couple of days, and here she was, pining and moping, wasting a perfectly lovely day. "Pull yourself together, Rose." The pink hedgehog grumbled, flopping back onto the blanket to glower up at the sky. "Sonic's been gone for far longer than this before... you used to go months with only sparse texts!"

As if conjured by her grouching, the communicator at her side beeped and flashed with the specific tone for a message from the Blue Blur himself. Amy pretended she waited a moment, calmly picking up the device to check with poise and grace and not at all like the crazed kid she used to be...but she couldn't even fool herself. She lunged for the communicator, eagerly bringing up her messages with large green eyes full of stars.

It was a photo. Stamped for only a few minutes prior, with a towering ice cream sundae topped with dripping fudge, tiny chocolate chips, a sugar cone spear, and a bright red cherry on top. Amy's mouth watered at the sight, and her lips curved up into a smile at the winking grin the handsome blue hedgehog at the corner of the frame posed for the camera. 'Best thing about Apotos: Chocolate Sundae Supreme! Though the ice cream will never be as sweet as you. 😉 Wish you were here, Ames! Maybe you could come with next time? I might even share 😜 Xoxoxoxo'

Amy giggled, a lovely flush worthy of her name spreading across her cheeks. She caressed the screen lovingly, longingly, her heart both heavy and warm. It was far from the first text he'd sent since his departure, and she treasured each one, each call he graced her with at morning and night she relished in his voice.

...Who was she kidding? Amy missed him, felt his absence as keenly as she did the blanket beneath her. She missed his laughter, his smile, his confidence, his touch. It had only been two days... but two minutes would have been more than enough without her Sonic. Now, she supposed, that he was truly hers, just as that she was his.

Amy jumped, startled, when the communicator let out a sweet melody. "You give me butterflies~," It sang, and Amy hurried to answer it.

"Hey there, troublemaker!" The familiar voice smoothed the disquiet in Amy's heart, and she relaxed on the blanket for the first time all morning. "Ya didn't answer my text. Busy?"

"Maybe a bit, but I suppose I can squeeze you in." Amy teased.

"Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while." Sonic's voice dropped to a low purr, full of promise, and Amy giggled, blushing pink even if he couldn't see. "Whatcha up to?"

"Nothing too exciting, just sitting under the apple tree." Amy said dismissively. "How was the ice cream?"

"Awesome, like always. How'd you like to know for yourself sometime? Next time we track ol Eggy to Apotos, we could make a date out of it?"

Sonic the Hedgehog offering to take her on a date would never cease to make a thrill skitter through her fur. "It's a date." Amy agreed.

It was quiet on the line for a long moment, and Amy wondered if Sonic had gotten distracted with something else... "You okay, Ames?" His voice was soft, full of concern. "You sound..." He trailed off.

He knew her far too well. "Yeah. I'm fine," She sighed and pinched her nose. "I just... really miss you." Amy confessed, her voice dropping into a whisper, as if her volume could hide her embarrassment. "It's ridiculous, I know, I'm sorry-,"

"Amy Rose." Sonic cut her off, firm and gentle, so confident but so sweet. "Nothing you ever feel is ridiculous, and never be sorry for telling me how you feel. I know I'm not the best at emotions, but you never have to hide yours from me. I don't want you to, not ever. You're Amy Rose, the most passionate, strong, and incredible person I know, and so much of that is because of that big, beautiful heart of yours." He huffed a quiet laugh. "As for missing me, well..." Amy could hear the smile in his voice, the affection that drifted through the speakers straight to her heart. "You don't need to. I'm already there. Can't you feel me?"

"Sonic, I-," Amy breathed.

"I'm right there beside you, Ames. You just need to look around. Can't you see me?" Sonic hummed lovingly. "Can't you feel me there? I'm the sunshine in your quills, that breeze that kisses your cheek." Amy closed her eyes, a smile stretching on her muzzle as the breeze tickled her cheek fur, her quills warmed and shimmering in the sunbeams. "I'm as close as your shadow, holding you in my arms on the blanket, right there with you. I'm there, Ames, right there in your heart. And as long as you keep me there, no matter how far I go, wherever I go, just remember: so long as you love me, I'm already there."

[e-vay]

I'm BESOTTED! 😍😍😍

This little ficlet was spooky, it was romantic, it was steamy; everything I could hope for! 🥰 Thank you so much!!!

Self-Preservation

For @e-vay. Happy Birthday! 🦇🦇💖💖

She stood on the outskirts, leaned against the wooden wall of a tiny shack, swirling more than drinking the amber ale in the metallic tankard within her grip. A burgundy cloak covered her upturned pink quills, cast shadows over her narrowed emerald eyes. The thumb of her unoccupied hand idly stroked the grip of her most favored weapon, sequestered away on her hip, awaiting its master’s call. From the sidelines, she watched the townsfolk of this simple village dance and drink around a roaring bonfire in the square… some celebration that she hadn’t bothered to discern the meaning behind.

She was here for a singular reason, after all. Once she saw it through, well… A full moon shone bright above them, but unlike many other regions she’d visited, this village had no fear of beasts awakening by the moon’s light and ravaging their homesteads. A smirk fell on her lips, and she sipped her tankard. Her ear twitched.

The tankard hit the snow, staining the glittering white amber, and she whirled around, nothing but a blur with a singular streak of silver cutting through the air, but still…she was not fast enough. A hand closed around her throat, claws threatening to break skin, and whatever oxygen in her lungs vacated in a whoosh at the searing red that invaded her vision. Her body was slammed into the shack wall, the hand carrying the silver blade pinned against the boards, and she froze at the firm press of his body against hers, nothing but his own stature holding her in place. With her characteristic speed, she gripped the wooden stake in her free hand and drove it towards his back, but he caught her hand and pinned it to the wall beside her head, opposite her other hand. The stake and knife clattered to the disturbed snowy ground.

His icy breath tickled her ear, his lips brushing against it. “Too slow, little light.” His searing red gaze overwhelmed her vision, and while warning bells rang like gongs in her head, her heart raced and by his smirk, he could hear it. “I could just eat you up.” He murmured, lowering his head to sniff at her throat, his smirk widening to display fangs that glinted in the faraway firelight at the sight of her pulse jumping. Her fists clenched and unclenched, and she wriggled in his grip, her chest heaving, and he tsked, his nose brushing her collarbone. “So impatient…” His lips brushed against hers, and she could take it no longer.

She surged forward, breaking free of his grip to grab onto his coat and yank him to her, slamming her mouth on his with a needy whine. He growled and tangled his fingers in her quills, forcing her back against the shack wall, deepening their kiss with daring presses of his fangs against her lips. She let him ravage her, taking everything he gave with gasps and whines, clinging with one hand to his waistcoat and tugging his quills with the other.

Finally, she broke away with a gasp, her beautiful face flushed as red as his eyes, and he chuckled darkly, pressing kisses to her forehead as she panted against his shoulder. “You’re late.” She accused breathlessly.

“I got hungry.” He flashed her a grin, and she snorted, smacking his shoulder.

“Catch anything good?”

“Mm-hmm,” He purred, and let his hand slide from her hip to her back quills, chuckling as her emerald eyes fluttered. “My most favorite prey: little huntresses with no self-preservation.” She rolled her eyes and shifted in his arms, pressing another kiss to his lips with a hum. “Don’t you have a hunt tonight?” He whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“It can wait.” She murmured, tugging him down to meet her lips.

“Aurora,” He chuckled, stepping away from her and picking up her stake, careful to avoid the silver knife, and handed it to her. “I agreed to help you with this one, so unless you want a pile of ashes for a boyfriend…”

Aurora pouted but took the stake, sliding it back into her holster along with the knife. “You’re no fun, Shadow.”

Shadow smirked, and in a second, had Aurora pinned back against the shack, chuckling darkly at her blown emerald eyes and flushed cheeks. “You finish this hunt by sunrise, little light, and I’ll show you just how fun I can be.” He growled, nipping at her ear, then vanished into his namesakes with no trace he was ever there to begin with.

“Cheater.” Aurora grumbled to herself and rolled her eyes with a smirk when a chuckle emanated from the darkness. She rolled her shoulders, double-checked her weapons, and she darted off into the night, leaving the bonfire and celebrations behind without a backward glance. She had a hunt to complete and prey to catch; her most favorite kind: arrogant vampires with no self-preservation.

[saphstories]

EXCUSE ME???

EX-CUSE ME?????

STELLA YOU-YOU-

ITS SO PERFECT I LOVE IT SO MUCH AJDNAKSJJWJWJW

HOW DO I HAVE SUCH WONDERFUL PEOPLE AS MY MUTUALS????

YOU ARE SUCH A STAR

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

[UNINTELLIGIBLE SCREECHING]

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