#scourge x sonic

[tommyssupercoolblog]

"I don't like enemies to lovers" I say. "not really rivals to lovers either they're just not my thing."

and then the sonic fandom comes in, making me a BITCH ASS LIAR

[garabako]

💚Sonic & Scourge💙

[hikingsuper]

Draws for @fleetsonourgecentral

I draw the answer too

No background sorry

[vershl]

so im jumping on the bandwagon with this warmup LOL

Shadow the Bathog, Sonic the Superhog, and Scourge the Joker.

idk, i wanted to twist the idea a little, instead of sonic as joker, we get scourge cuz green- shrugs

[lazerjester]

I loveee drawing on index cards without a care in the worldd

[ohposhers]

STOP SCROLLING, HE HAS A JOKE TO TELL YOU!!!!!!!!!!

[essycogany]

Sonic As A Villain

I don’t have a name for him, but this is my interpretation of Sonic as a villain. Here’s a hint, imagine if you noticed it, but not through his personality.

I’ve seen many interpretations of Sonic as a villain and instead of having him be a Sonic but on a bad day like Scourge. Sonic but dark and more violent like in Sonic X. Or Sonic but insane like Fleetway or Chaos Sonic, let’s have something different.

Have you ever noticed how Sonic can always manipulate a situation? He does it a bunch when he fights or interacts with people. It’s almost never in a negative way, but it does come across as a bit prideful and egotistical. Usually everything ends up going his way or has to go his way.

I believe if Sonic was ever to be a villain, he’d be a master manipulator. Funnily enough Sonic barely ever lies about things in most continuities, but at the same time is able to trick people or bend things to his will whenever he needs to. I’d like to think a villainous Sonic would be perceived as a good guy. Like standing up for Tails, but instead of moving on and letting Tails join him, Sonic manipulates Tails into beating up the bullies who bullied him.

He’d make Amy feel as if she doesn’t need to fend for herself and tell her to rely on him whenever she needs help. Or tell Knuckles to never trust anyone or ends up not inspiring him, so Knuckles stays antagonistic and untrusting. He’d inspire people to be the worst versions of themselves. Therefore creating a toxic atmosphere. Ideas like that.

This Sonic would be one who’d not care about being famous or rule over anything like a dictator. He’s like normal Sonic in a sense that he goes by his own rules, but it’d be for the worst intentions. He also takes advantage that he’s fast and uses his speed as a weapon. Destroying homes, pulling pranks, stealing, messing up the ecosystem, and all that jazz. He might save the world if it meant he didn’t have to die. But he doesn’t care if some Egg-shaped scientist is destroying the world. As long as he’s not bothering Sonic, why should he care? If he does go against Eggman or any other villains, he’d most likely kill them on the spot. Not out of heroism, but just out of spite. He doesn’t like being bothered.

When he says he doesn’t mind being the bad guy, he means it literally. He’d lack the emotional depth Sonic has and be a caricature of the “Cool guy being a jerk” trope. He doesn’t care if he’s seen as evil or not. He just likes causing mischief. No tragic backstory for him. Sonic’s the way he is because he chooses to be. That includes when he’s the bad guy.

He could act like a good guy in front of a crowd, but in reality, he’s causing the issues people believe he’s saved them from. All you gotta do with an evil version of him is turn his best/worst attributes of his personality and crank them to 100. He doesn’t have to be wild and crazy about it. He’d be just as chill and laid back as normal Sonic. Except he enjoys the chaos around him. Unlike other evil interpretations he’s the most similar to normal Sonic. And it makes things so much worse when he causes problems.

This isn’t the perfect idea, but I do like the concept of Sonic but evil in a way that almost doesn’t change his morals/personality.

[multifandom-pleasures]

A/N: sonic boys and babies ? sonic boys and babies. pregnancy down below as forewarning !! pregnancy announcements and such.

sonic

you sat patiently waiting on the couch of your home, waiting for sonic to return. he was out doing his hero work, and you had finished your job for the day as well; and now you were waiting to show him what you held in your hand. two very positive tests between your fingers.

you had felt somewhat sick the past few mornings, your usual favorite foods made you gag, and you’d become irritable. even sonic was growing concerned for you, and you waved him off. you were probably just tired. but after speaking with amy and rouge about how you’d been feeling they suggested you take the tests.

and here you were. pregnant. you knew sonic would react well to the news, no matter what was thrown his way he took it in stride. but you were still nervous. who wouldn’t be nervous? you instinctively hid the tests beneath your thigh as the door swung open, the blue hedgehog striding in with a bright smile.

“ (y/n)! “ he practically cheered, shutting the door and zipping over to you. he plopped into the spot beside you on the sofa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your temple, “ you okay? you don’t even have the tv on. “ he looked over at the screen across the room, brows furrowed in slight concern at the dark screen.

“ yeah. “ you replied, lips instinctively into a smile, “ I was just thinking was all. how was work? “

“ ah y’know! same old. helped a few people, saved a few pets, beat up a few of egghead’s bots. “ he sighed, leaning back with his hands resting behind his head, “ you? “

you appreciated the talk, it eased your worries, tension leaving your shoulders and your smile growing.

“ good. “ you replied simply, fingers grazing the tests still hidden underneath your leg, “ I actually had some news for you; maybe it can be considered a gift. “

“ ooh, a gift? “ sonic perked up at that, sitting up properly and his smile stretching across his muzzle, “ what is it, babe? “ you took a breath.

“ well, you know I’ve been feeling sick. “

“ yup; I have been kneeling by you in the bathroom in the morning. “

“ and that I’ve been kinda.. mood swing-y. “ he winced and nodded.

“ yeah, definitely noticed that. “

“ and some foods kinda gross me out. “

“ even your favorite. “ he pouted slightly, “ did you go to the doctor? I’ve been worried you were getting sick. “ you laughed and nodded slowly.

“ sort of? not a doctor but, i did find the reasoning for it. “ he sat patiently, silently waiting for you to continue. you instead slid the tests from under you and took his hand, setting the two plastic sticks into his palm. his eyes drifted downwards and stared for a moment, and the silence drew a bit too long for comfort. you almost started to worry again; until he jumped up and practically dragged you off of the couch.

“ you’re pregnant? “ he exclaimed, a grin on his face, “ like; you’re absolutely, positively, a hundred percent sure? “ you squealed and clung onto sonic as he lifted you by your waist, a shy smile on your face.

“ yes! I took a few more tests to make sure. “ you replied, and sonic looked down at you with an expression of absolute adoration and joy, “ you really are happy about it? “

“ of course I am! I mean, I never had a set plan for kids, but, I’m not gonna say no to them either. “ he replied, setting you down onto your feet, “ so long as you want them too, of course.. I would treat you and them so well, I hope you know that. “

“ I never expected anything less. “ you replied softly, unable to keep the smile of your face as he pressed kisses over your knuckles and hands, “ I want them; I want to have them with you.. “

“ I can’t wait. “ he sighed, bringing your hands to his chest. his smile grew more mischievous as he added, “ I hope they can run just as fast as me! we’ll be the fastest hedgehogs around! “

“ sonic. “ you rolled your eyes fondly, snickering. they would be the death of you; and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

shadow

you’d never been more nervous in your life. you hadn’t planned for this sort of thing to happen; you had one lovely night with shadow, one thing led to another and now here you stood in the bathroom. three tests lined up on your counter, and each had two very solid, and very obvious lines. you could deny it all you wanted, but you were indeed pregnant.

how were you going to tell him? kids were never a thing you’d discussed, he was much too busy with G.U.N and still freshly healed from his traumatic past. this would be the very last thing he could want. you contemplated just keeping it to yourself, mull over your choices and then decide when you were ready.

that idea flew out the window as you heard said hedgehog coming home, his familiar routine of setting his motorbike keys onto the table, along with his weapon, and then making his way to the kitchenette to spy on what was made for dinner. you hadn’t made anything. you were too queasy to eat, which ultimately led to you meeting your wits end and deciding to finally take the test you had in your bathroom cabinet for a week.

shadow then made his way down the hall, and you threw the tests into the trash, haphazardly wasting some toilet paper in an attempt to hide the sticks. you left the bathroom just as shadow made it to the door, and as he looked down at you he hummed and dipped down to give you a kiss.

“ you weren’t hungry tonight? “

“ no. “ you replied quietly, “ I was feeling a bit sick. sorry, love - I know you love to try what I make. “ he gave a small shrug and smile.

“ it’s alright. “ he slid past you to look at himself in the mirror. he cleaned off a few smudges of dirt and whatever other muck he’d gotten in his fur during his mission, “ are you feeling better at least? “

“ still a bit sick. “ and you spoke honestly, your stomach was coiling with anxiety with how closely he stood beside the trash. you weren’t all to sure if he could see the tests or not. he sighed and looked over at you, eyes flitting over your form.

“ do you know what it is? “ you blinked and replied, voice croaking slightly as your hand instinctively settled on your stomach.

“ what? “ his brows furrowed and he tilted his head.

“ do you know what it is? “ he repeated, “ a stomach ache or are you coming down with something? “ you let out a breath and shook your head.

“ just a stomach ache. “ shadow was quiet for a moment, and when his eyes flitted to your stomach and back to your face, you nearly lurched towards him as he stepped back towards the trashcan.

he gingerly lifted the stressfully thrown strand of toilet paper and peered into it, then took the tests from the can.

“ you are a horrible liar. “ he sniffed, setting them onto the counter and observing the positive lines, “ and you are horrible at hiding evidence. you’re lucky you aren’t a criminal; I would have caught you immediately. “

you sighed and covered your face shamefully in your hands, almost expecting a negative reaction to it all. instead, your hands were pulled away from your face and you looked up to see shadow’s surprisingly gentle expression.

“ what is your plan? “

“ I don’t know. “ you replied quietly, fingers curling into your palms, “ I was.. I was thinking you wouldn’t want them. “

“ why wouldn’t I? “ he replied, almost sounding offended by the thought, “ I don’t know much about.. children. I can count how many I’ve known in my life with one hand; but, it is your choice more than mine. “

you were quiet for a moment, thinking. you shifted in place as you slid your hands into shadow’s, interlacing your fingers.

“ I would want to keep them.. “ he nodded, kissing your forehead.

“ then we will. I’ll learn. “ his lips curled into a small, faint smile, “ admittedly.. I’ve wondered what it would be like to have children. with you, at least. “ you blushed and ducked your head, “ I do worry I won’t be a good father.

“ you will. “ you replied as you wrapped your arms around him, hugging onto him. he returned the gesture with a sigh, “ I just know it. “

“ i can only hope.. “

knuckles

it was knuckles who had convinced you to take the tests. he can be awfully perceptive when he wanted to be; and when he noticed the mood swings you had, your changes in meals, and how often you’d been napping, he insisted. you were sure you weren’t, but he said he’d witnessed it a few times with the women in his tribe, and you relented.

you felt idiotic as the test showed you the two solid red lines, and you triple checked on the box that it meant positive. that damned echidna. the door swung open when the silence had stretched on a tad too long and he decided you were done taking the test. he looked down at you and almost looked smug at the result.

“ and I was right. “ he puffed up his chest, hands on his hips, “ as I knew I would be! rarely am I wrong. “

“ shut up. “ you groaned, throwing the test at him which easily bounced off his chest. he laughed and knelt down to pick it up.

“ careful; we must cherish this! the first sign of our kin! wouldn’t you wish to keep it for memories? that is what people do, is it not? “ you felt your face burn as you took the test back, his excitement for it all endearing and annoying all at once. how could he always be so positive?

“ you mean you do want them? “ you stood up and set the plastic strip back onto the counter. he looked at you as if you had three heads.

“ of course! I would want nothing more than to revive the echidnas with the one I adore most. do you not wish to have them? “

“ no. “ you replied, then quickly added, “ I mean; yes! I do, but, it’s just.. a lot all of a sudden. “ you sighed, resting your palm to your face as you looked down. sensing your worry, knuckles set his hands on your waist and pulled you closer towards him.

“ what are you worried for? “ he questioned, and you looked up at him. curse your hormones making you tear up so quickly. you sniffed and shrugged.

�� I just worry I won’t be enough for them.. “

“ of course you will be. “ knuckles replied without hesitation, brows furrowed and a frown on his face, “ you are resilient! and ever charming, and intelligent, and considerate, and patient, and.. “ you raised your hand to cover his mouth, knowing well if you let him talk he would continue on. you let out a small teary laugh.

“ you really think so? “ he nodded, eyes focused on you as if to assure you, since you did cover his mouth. you uncovered it and were immediately met with a kiss.

“ I know it. if there was only one thing I was sure of, it is that. I have faith in you. “ he murmured, “ you will be a wonderful parent to our kin. “ you sniffed and nodded.

“ we can do this.. “

“ that we can. “ he replied with a bright grin, and you returned the gesture.

“ and I will train them to be the best warriors this planet has ever seen! “

“ knucks. “

scourge

you paced the throne room anxiously, worrying to yourself on how you would tell scourge. the scourge, king of anti-mobius and previously known non-monogamous ladies man. until you, of course. he had never let a single thing tie him down before you, and because of that you always had the inkling in the back of your mind that for any little reason, he would leave you. even if he’d assured you many times before it wasn’t true.

you nearly threw up alone as you heard the doors open and the said hedgehog came waltzing in. he looked rather cheerful. he had his sharp-toothed grin, glasses resting on his head and his eyes were focused on you. you nearly melted as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into a kiss, which you distractedly returned. he pulled away with a small huff.

“ what, don’t love me anymore? c’mon babe, what’s with that kinda kiss? “ he frowned, almost a pout, as he pressed a few more kisses against your jaw. you wiggled in his hold and gingerly pushed him back, and his frown only grew, “ you okay? what’s up? someone say somethin’ t’you ? y’know I’ll fuck ‘em up. just say the world, doll. “

you shook your head with a soft snort, trying to calm him down before he riled himself up at the thought of someone making you upset. he was cute was he was so protective.

“ no - no. I just.. have something to tell you. “ he was quiet and then led you to his throne, where he sat and pulled you into his lap. he looked awfully serious now with the tone you had given him.

“ what is it, then? “ you wrung your hands together, contemplating how to word it. it didn’t help with scourge eyeing you, tapping his fingers against the armrest of his throne.

“ I’m.. “ you trailed off, then took a breath before continuing, “ I’m pregnant. “ you looked over at scourge, who’s eyes were wide and all motion had stopped. you could feel how tense he was and as you set a hand on his chest, you could feel his heart pounding beneath your palm.

“ you’re sure? “ he said as he finally found his voice.

“ extremely. “ he nodded slowly, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“ you’re keeping it? “ you looked up at him with a small frown.

“ do you want it? “ you asked instead, and you could feel his heart racing further underneath your touch. his chest was heaving slightly, “ I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. “

“ ‘s not my choice, doll. “ he replied with a soft huff, a forced laugh, “ ‘m not the one with somethin’ growin’ in me. “

“ scourge. “ you said sternly, moving to rise from his lap, “ if you don’t want it I won’t have it. I won’t get stuck raising kids on my own. you don’t have to avoid the question. “

he pulled you back down, and you huffed as you looked up at him. his fingers twitched around your arms before he let you go, realizing the action was wrong of him to do. you still stayed seated.

“ I do want ‘em. that ain’t what ‘m worried about. “ he said after a moment of silence, mulling over his words in his mind. he had learned to think before he spoke for you. he didn’t way round unintentionally upset you, “ I.. don’t know what a good dad’s like. “

you softened, recalling scourge’s past. his father had put his kingdom before him, and after many attempts to try and garner his attention; he’d given up, and stuck to himself. it ultimately let him to the bad group he’d found himself in for the rest of his life.

“ that doesn’t mean you won’t be a good dad. “ you replied quietly, reaching up to cup his face. he twitched away for a moment before melting into your hold, “ and I’ll be here with you. it’s not like you’ll be doing it alone. “

“ I just don’t want ‘em to turn out like me.. I didn’t do a good job - growin’ up. “ he sighed, closing his eyes, “ only good thing I did was find ya. “ you brushed your thumb against his cheek, and he scrunched up his face, “ ‘m not gonna lie, doll, I.. “ he trailed off, unable to finish. you knew what he wished to say. he was afraid.

“ I know. “ you whispered, “ do you want it? “

he nodded slowly, and you smiled, “ then I’ll keep them, okay? and we’ll figure it out.. you just gotta treat them like you treat me okay? you’re always so sweet with me, and patient.. and protective. that’s all I want you to be with them. “ he huffed through his nose and finally opened his eyes to look down at you.

“ y’really think I can do it? “

“ course I do, baby. I know how good you can be. “ he nodded slowly, and leaned down to give you a kiss.

“ let’s keep ‘em then. I’ll do my best for ya; and I give ya permission to give me a good smack if I fuck up, yeah? “ you giggled and shook your head. you knew he’d do well; he had the ability to do it. especially for those he cared about.

“ I love ya, doll. “

“ I love you too, scourgey. “

[alastor-the-radio-demons-blog]

SHADOW WITH A GUN?! OMGGGGGGGGG

[edwardnebula]

paws/hands pt2

this time including interactions some characters that weren't in the first one and the diamond cutters

[nova-rpv]

b.... bbat.. bathog............. hess venggeance

dont forget ur daily clicks!!

[kale-smoothies]

Doing the world a favour

[miralura]

| Sonic X DC AU in my style |

I didnt have time to do digital art 😪 so i'm posting more sketches.

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(Psss 🤫 my commissions are open, look in my bio)

[twipsai]

doodle dump 1: sonic post

as always, explanations for each under the cut

1 - an idea for a canon compliant Scourge, as well as a sorta Miles? idk hes not based off of Miles at all mostly but i think he would have a similar attitude. may make more of these two

2 - a Sally design me and @/chipistrate made :3

3 - CHIP

4 - a Sonic Advance sprite redraw

5 - Tails in his comfy coat from a recent sonic pict :D

6 - classic Amy and Sonic from the fic ive been writing

7, 8, 9 - practicing how to draw Tails by redrawing some cute panels of him from Seasons of Chaos :D

10 - thing that happened with me and my sibling. reference here

11 - drift~!

12, 13 - sonic x redraws

14 - OLD SHADOW!!!! without gloves or shoes, cuz i wanted to show how his nails grew like Black Doom's

15 - concept art for 30 y/o sonic, but ill probably change it later

16 - Silver and Von Shlemmer :D

17, 18 - the sleeper

[razzymatazzed]

Shadow valentines day!

I still love this

[rainychaoloveshack]

ﾟ ⋆ ﾟ ☂︎ ⋆ ﾟ 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠 & 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠.

its time to celebrate their birthday, right as the clock strikes twelve.

°•☁︎content. sonic and scourge x gn!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, angst in scourge’s drabble about his past but still very fluffy, light alcohol consumption (scourge) °•☁︎warning. mentions of parental neglect/child abuse (scourge).

☂︎ wc. around 1 k each drabble, 2k combined. ☂︎ a/n. awawawa its their bday today!!! i wouldve written something for shadows “birthday” on the 19th, but i had only learned that it was his pseudo bday the day of :( ill be dropping one or two shadow fics this week tho so hopefully that makes up for it!

likes, reblogs, and especially comments are extremely appreciated!!!

Sonic’s body shifts under his covers as you nudge him lightly, trying to awaken him from his slumber, with ears twitching and his mouth turning downward into a frown at the sudden disturbance. Yet his eyes open slowly and peer up at you, obviously drowsy, but he seems to recognize you even in that sleepy haze.

“Hmm? [Name]?” Sonic grumbles out, sitting up on his elbows quickly. “Why’re you in my room so late? Is something wrong?” Despite being tired still, he sits up fully, switching the lamp on beside his bed, and pushes himself towards the edge, letting his legs fall off the side. “Bad dream, huh?”

Always so alert, even after being awoken so abruptly. Such is the attitude of a hero, but you nudge his cheek affectionately with your finger and shake your head, trying to ease his worries as soon as they sprouted up.

“No? Ah, I got it,” he snaps his fingers, pointing up to you as a teasing smile grows on his face to place the frown, “you needed a sleep buddy, yeah?” He chuckles, patting the spot that's open next to him. “You know my bed is always open for you.” Sonic gives you a chuckle, giving you a toothy grin, but you shake your head again and his smile drops.

“Huh? Then what’s up?” He cocks his head to the side, looking up at you curiously with those green eyes you’ve always been so fond of. Extending your hands out briefly, you give him a signal to wait as you briskly trot out the door to fetch his surprise.

In his drowsy haze, he must’ve not noticed the clock struck twelve already, signaling that his birthday had already started. And of course, you had to be the first one to wish him such, even in the dead of night.

Using your hips, you push open the door slowly, the birthday cake slowly emitting a soft, amber light with a single birthday candle lit in the middle. Sonic’s face lights up into one of shock, his body straightening as you bring the cake over to him. 

“A cake?” He asks, heads turning frantically to search for his alarm clock, seeing the red digits read out 12:23 AM. “For me? Right now?” You nod, taking a seat next to him as you hold the cake in your lap, taking note of his wagging tail underneath the sheets, and the twitching ears as you start to sing Happy Birthday softly, watching his parted lips turn into a small smile at the sound of your voice; a melody he’s always loved listening to, more than any song composed.

“Aw man, I dunno what to say…” Sonic mutters, flustered as he brushes his quills downward with a hand; a fidgeting habit you've noticed with him before, along with tapping his foot on the ground, picking at his gloves, whistling; and the like. “Thanks, [Name]. You really didn’t have to do any of this for me; honest…”

How humble. A great hero deserves a good celebration, no? Even if it’s something small like this, between the two of you. Lifting the cake off your lap, careful to avoid the flame, you hold it in front of him and give him a little nudge with your leg; a little signal.

“Oh right, my wish! Huh…” He stares into the amber light from the candle for a moment, before shutting his eyes and letting silence fill the room instead. With the way Sonic’s eyes squeeze shut and his brows furrow, he must be wishing hard tonight. But as the thought slips in, he blows out the candle, smoke emitting from the now burnt-out tip. “By the way; you didn’t get a plate, or fork, or anything.” Sonic gestures toward the cake, deciding to take a small swipe of frosting off the top and licking it off his finger. “Oh, that’s pretty nice…”

Does he want to eat it now? You tilt your head at his statement, surprised at his appetite so late at night. You were just going to stuff it in the fridge for later. Sonic usually appreciates his rest more than the average person would, so it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for him to fall asleep right after all of this, but he seems eager to spend more time with you.

“Well, uh,” He chuckles, meeting your gaze and scratching at his cheek as his ear twitches at your confusion. “having a piece of it with you right now sounds pretty nice. I mean, later on once the sun’s up, everyone's just going to celebrate like they always do.” He explains, stopping his scratching to reach over and fidget with the hem of your shirt, pulling at it as his head tilts back down to look at the cake. “But right now it’s just you and me, so…”

Look at Mr. Blue blur, thinking ahead. Time to fetch the cutlery.

And after fetching everything you need, while you slice into the cake, you can’t help but ask him an important question about tonight, customary to ask on anyone's birthday.

“My wish?” Sonic says, watching you put his slice of cake onto the plate, along with passing him a fork. “No point in telling you, 'cause then my wish won’t come true, right?” With a cheeky grin, his own laughter follows right after, but once he sees your unamused face, he clears his throat and continues. “But even if it doesn’t, it’ll be fine.”

It’s not hard to tell that his gaze is on you, even as you’re cutting the next slice to give to yourself. Not that it’s uncomfortable, since as you look up briefly to lock eyes with him, it’s so warm that it sends butterflies to your stomach, fluttering all around.

“I might already have what I wished for, anyway.”

“A cake? You got me a whole cake this fuckin’ late?” Scourge growls, rubbing his eye as he peers up at you from his spot on his bed, but being stuck with him for so long has made you accustomed to his little complaints. It’s nothing that's ever meant from true malice, anyway. “‘S like two in the mornin’.” You grin and shrug it off, sitting down next to him as you set the cake down on your lap, the candle already lit and ready to be blown out.

“Tch. Man, aren’t you stupid…” He says, staring at the lit cake more thoughtfully than he usually would, despite his harsh words directed towards you. “Even put a candle on it.” He grumbles, opening his mouth to say something else, but your soft voice breaks his words as you start to sing Happy Birthday to him. And all of that fake irritation and tenseness just melts away, fighting back a smile on your face as you watch his shoulders relax under your voice; his guard formed by his trauma just breaking away, bit by bit.

Scourge clicks his tongue once you finish singing, refusing to meet your eyes as he looks off to the side, a soft growl growing in his throat, despite not being genuine. “This is stupid…” He glances back at the amber candle, sighing. “Fine. I’ll blow it out, if it makes ya happy.”

He’s forgetting something.

“Make a wish?” His face contorts into one of skepticism. “I don’t got nuthin’ to wish for.” Scourge stares down at the lit candle, but he entertains your little demand and shuts his eyes, silent for a few moments before blowing out the candle quickly. It’s hard not to wonder what he wished for.

“A hint? The hell do I look like givin’ ya a hint?” Scourge starts, grinning at your unamused frown. Party pooper. “Doesn’t matter what I wished for anyway. I already got all I need.” Oh. Your playful demeanor drops at his little statement; coupled with the way he’s looking at you, it doesn’t take a genius to know what he’s gesturing towards.

“Quit ooglin’ at me and cut the cake.”

Now why’s he in such a hurry? You didn’t even get to tell him what else you got for tonight…

“... Holy shit, really? Champagne? This late?” Scourge grins at your mention of the alcohol. “Man, you really don’t care, huh?”

“Thanks, babe.” He mumbles, poking and picking at the cake slice with his fork, appetite seemingly missing from himself as he peers at the pieces of fruit pressed into the frosting. “Bout’ the bottle…” He gestures over to the champagne bottle, still sealed. “Just pop it open.” 

You nod, rising off the bed as you take the champagne bottle by the neck, picking off some of the gold foil around the tip with your fingernail. While you pick it off, it seems that Scourge has some things to share with you.

“When my birthday used ta’ roll around back then, my old man never bothered to celebrate it.” Scourge says softly, slowly cutting a small piece off his cake slice, and watching the frosting smear onto the plate. “Used to just leave me some gift I didn’t care about. Left it by my bedside so I would see it when I woke up.” His eyes flick toward the champagne glass you’re filling for him, hearing the small fizzing emitting from the glass. “Didn’t even bother to come give it to me himself.”

Scourge never says much about his past, preferring to keep it hidden and locked away inside himself. You’ve never pushed him to tell you anything pertaining to it. Of course he tells you the important things, whether it be his past relationships or his scuffles with Sonic, but if he wanted to hide it, of course, you would respect that. But you never expected him to talk about when he was a child…

“It was always somethin’ expensive, but there was no real thought put in it.” He prods at the piece, before stabbing it onto the piece of cutlery. “I mean yeah, sure, jewels are nice, huh?” He looks over at you expectantly, and you take the bubbling champagne glass in your hand, sitting next to him. ”But when I was younger, I didn’t want any sorta jewel or whatever he put there.” His voice softened as his next words poured out, and he finally put the piece up to his mouth before speaking.

“I wanted my dad." Scourge is quick to interrupt the immediate silence that follows after. "‘Least I got somethin’ huh? Can't say that for other kids.”

Even after that, the silence between you two lingers longer than you would have wanted it to; slowly the growing tears welling up in the corners of your eyes threaten to spill out, but you pass the glass to him as nonchalantly as you could once he finishes his thought. Scourge after chewing his piece of cake takes a sip mindlessly after being given the glass, and licks his lips right after, a small yet toothy smile growing on him. “Man, this stuff's good! Must’ve gotten that real expensive stuff for tonight, huh?” He meets your gaze properly, seeing the tears well up in your eyes as you try to wipe them away without mention, and he puts his glass down wordlessly, reaching over to wipe the tears away for you.

Oddly enough, a grin grows on his face as he cups your cheeks, clearly amused by something. Is it your anguished expression? Ah, does he find that funny?

“Whatcha’ bein’ so sad for? S’ in the past for a reason, babe.” His thumb and forefinger pinches into your cheeks, pulling on them. Your eyes squeeze shut on the assault on your face, feeling more tears roll down your cheeks, and wincing as he chuckles. “Shit, I mean, it’s my birthday. You really gonna be sad today? C’mon.” Scourge finally lets go after some time, wiping your tears away from your cheeks. “Plus, the cake’s good. The hell you cryin’ about?” You giggle at his stupid reasoning of cheering you up, wiping another stray tear away with your finger.

It’s not like he’ll ever say it vocally, but Scourge really does care, and has such a nice heart.

Bringing your champagne glass up, you clink it against his wordlessly and take a sip, feeling the bubbling alcohol run down your throat, but it doesn’t feel as harsh as it normally would. Especially in this moment.

“Well shit, happy birthday to me, yeah?" Damn right.