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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.”

#

“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.”

[kittygamer2888]

Maurice go brrrrr

[estellardreams]

*Gives Charlie and Marley a trunk full of explosives.

Have fun. 😁

"Ooh! Thank you! I know just what to do with this."

*Invades @kittygamer2888's askbox*

[the-sky-queen]

Tagged by @kittygamer2888! Thanks Kit! :D

Rules: Answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with.

Favorite color: Purple

Last song: Faker by Thai McGrath (Shadow Gens fan song)

Currently reading: I am beta reading a fic for @saphstories! You should check it out when she posts it! It's so good!!!!

Currently watching: DuckTales (This is my way of coping so I don't go looking for Sonic 3 spoilers . . .)

Currently craving: I really want Cupbop . . .

Coffee or tea: I don't drink either actually 😅

Hobby to try: I want to get into crochet! There's a tutorial for a little hedgehog I found that I REALLY want to make.

Current AU: With Great Power Comes, my Sonic Prime AU, has been getting the most attention recently! (Specifically the New Yolk part of the story: A Spark Soaring Down Through the Pouring Rain.)

Tagging: @saphstories @estellardreams @totaleclipse573 @boom-fanfic-a-latta @the1andonlyblu3 @13magicshadow13 @cattyanon @midnightshard06 @fantasiac

[totaleclipse573]

Aaaand @one-half-guy (and technically @saphstories) suggested "Doleon genuinely, unpretentiously and carefreely smiling" so here he is

Never again

[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]

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!”

[kittygamer2888]

*Sends Kit the loves

Hshdhshdgsg-- i was feeling a but tired so, thx.

I kinda needed that ngl--

[estellardreams]

[To Star the Wolf]

Uppies?

[immediately picks her up]

Nobody take her from me she's my child now.

[estellardreams]

@the-sky-queen @saphstories @totaleclipse573

Meh... 😔

[saphstories]

All Hail Shadow!

[estellardreams]

[To Zha Tianfei]

Uppies.

"Okay, fine. Why not?"

[saphstories]

Doctors and Roses

Inspired by this amazing art by @e-vay. (This is probably one of my favorites of Shadora. 🥰)

Fireflies danced in the cool autumn air, their twinkling lights mirroring the glittering stars in the clear night sky. It was still, quiet, serene. A lovely little house decorated with carved pumpkins, tall candles, and hay bales stood at the street corner. Two beautiful hedgehogs stood on the porch, talking and laughing quietly with one another. Each had lovely pink quills and green eyes; though one was comfortably dressed in a black and orange sweater and skirt, the other--the youngest of the two--was a bit more 'dolled up', adorned in a bright pink poodle skirt, denim jacket, and heels.

Until a motorcycle's revving engine ripped through the air. The machine wove down the street and finally swerved to a stop in front of the house. The rider cut the engine and sat back in the seat, lifting his helmet off his head, revealing sleek crimson-striped black quills. His brown pinstripe suit and tan sneakers clashed spectacularly with his motorcycle, but he didn't seem to care by the smirk that swept across his tan muzzle. He peered over his sunglasses with glinting ruby eyes, the younger pink hedgehog studying him with a raised brow and a smirk of her own, twirling her own pink shades in her fingers. "You goin' my way, doll?" He purred.

The pink maiden coyly bit her lip and giggled, slipping on her shades. "Is there any other way to go, daddy-o?" She replied, kissing the other pink hedgehog on the cheek and descending the porch steps towards him. The rider snickered and passed her helmet to her. He revved the motorcycle as she settled in behind him, and they roared off into the night with cheers and laughter.

Amy chuckled and shook her head. "Straight from the fridge, man."

[estellardreams]

Oddly perfect timing I just finished this doodle lol

@the-sky-queen @saphstories @totaleclipse573 @somemismatchedsocks and others if they want-

Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

@bookmovietvworm

@myfairkatiecat

@i-am-a-fish

@valtsv

[saphstories]

I HAVE HAD AN AMAZING DAY!!!!

[saphstories]

If you don't love me at my

Then you don't deserve me at my