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Sonic Boom Masterlist

Sonic The Hedgehog

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Miles 'Tails' Prower

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Knuckles The Echidna

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Amy Rose

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Shadow the Hedgehog

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Sticks the Badger

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Dr. 'Eggman' Robotnik

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[multi-fandomsfreak]

Hiya, i saw ur requests are open and that you write for sonic series, so i was wondering if you could write sonic boom!shadow x fem!hedgehog reader? You can make up the story, and what happens! But i have to ask if it can be fluff. I read a little to much angst today cant handle more😭

I looove shadow sm, all and any shadow😆

Thanks! Drink,eat , sleep, shower

-Monty 🦔

Boom!Shadow Fluff HC’s With Fem!Hedgehog Reader

Hey there! Thanks for the ask!

I don’t know why but as soon as I saw this request was to have Shadow be in a hugging session with reader. Don’t know why but that was the first thought I had when I saw that you wanted fluff (by the way I kind of wrote this to at least be platonic but some views can be considered romantic in a way. You can view it as whatever). Plus that boy does deserve a hug, regardless of which Shadow it is. Also sorry if this is a bit shorter than my regular ones. Anyways, hope you like this. ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: She/Her (Or At Least Fem Intended Since I Only Used She/Her Once)

Warning: ❌

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Shadow + Mentions Of The Other Sonic Crew

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Icon by punkmp4 on Pinterest + Banner by emiljjj on Pinterest

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- ‘God today has been overwhelming’ Shadow thought to himself, his face clearly showing annoyance. Honestly he wasn't sure how long he could deal with another presence. The only thing that was currently on his mind and the only reason he even bothered to put up with the others was seeing you. A while ago he found himself becoming fond of you in his own brooding way. Normally he wouldn’t consider himself getting close with anyone especially since he’s known for being a loner but as he manages to spot you more often due to you often hanging out with that stupid hedgehog sonic and his friends he couldn’t help but get drawn towards you. It’s like you had some sort of aura about you that made him drawn to you. So he decided to hang out with you much to your surprise at him wanting to be around you but you weren’t going to complain.

- You���re the only person he actually tolerates out of everyone he knows. To him Sonic is too annoying, Tails is alright in a way but still isn’t too fond of him, Knuckles isn’t that smart, Amy is also alright he just doesn’t hang out with her too much so he doesn’t have that much of a bond with her and he just finds Sticks batshit crazy. So with you it’s like he’s getting some fresh air after being stuck in a room for hours. He actually enjoys being around you, you won’t get him to outright admit it but in a way you can tell he does because he treats you way differently compared to the others which doesn’t go unnoticed by them.

- Some of them actually find it cute (Mostly Amy) and some of them like to tease Shadow about (Most probably either Sonic or Knuckles) but you don’t mind it. You actually find it cute in a way as well. Managing to break his standoffish persona. Undeniably he kind of has a soft spot for. Often he finds himself getting defensive when someone like Sonic teases him for his said soft spot. Like Sonic could be saying stuff like “You really like her don’t you Shadow” which causes Shadow to tell him to shut up.

- Everytime he has a shit day or just wants to decompress he finds himself thinking of you. He could just be in a grumpy mood then he just sighs to himself and thinks to himself ‘I’m going to see [Name]’. It’s like his brain just automatically thinks of going to you as soon as he experiences a single bad emotion. He knows that you won’t judge which admittedly makes him happy inside. Honestly after having others getting on his nerves he rather have someone who knows how to calm him down. Honestly, this dude has so much built in anger it’s unbelievable.

- Eventually, after enough walking he managed to arrive at your place and immediately felt some sort of weight being lifted off of his shoulders. He knocked on the door crossing his arms waiting for you to open the door. He then saw the door crack open and saw the familiar hedgehog he actually likes. “Oh hey Shadow!” You said, happy to see your buddy again “what are you doing here?” You asked before he answered “apologies for interrupting you but is it alright if I stay here for a bit?” He asked to which you happily let him in.

- As soon as you sat down you found him following you before plopping himself head down into your lap “had another one of those days huh?” You asked slightly chuckling before placing a hand on his head “you have no idea. I swear that damn hedgehog is out to purposely ruin my day.” He grumbled as he felt himself softening while having your hands running through his quills “oh come on he’s not that bad you know?” You could hear Shadow slightly snorting to himself before replying “you hang out with him, your used to his idiocy” you chuckled at his answer before continuing to play with his quills, occasionally seeing him nuzzle his head in your lap even letting out some noises indicating that he was enjoying the attention he was getting from you “your weird you know that Shadow?” You joked with him “no I’m not” he retorted back even starting to hug you loosely around your waist “yeah whatever you say” you smiled to yourself hearing Shadow scoffing to himself as the two of you enjoy each other's company. “thanks for being there for me [Name]” he quietly said but you could hear him very well “no problem Shadow”.

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[pomegranate-pen]

Stranded. Chapter 6. The Game's Championship.

“so you got injured?!” Jason gasped.

“yep.” It's been about three days since Eggman's attack at the pet shop. After the whole ordeal, the place got crowded again and you were busy helping everyone out. Your body felt sore, yet your heart felt quite content. You were glad to finally show your veterinary skills and helping out all those adorable animals always felt nice.

A ringtone rose in Jason’s room, taking a glance, Jacob immediately grumbled and declined it. “who was that?” you rose a brow. Jason suddenly tensed up and avoided your gaze, scratching his neck awkwardly. “No one! No one at all!” he stressed out a laugh.

There was only one person Jason would avoid talking about with you these days. Heart feeling heavy and a bitter frown evident on your face, you sighed. “was it Louis?”

Jason huffed, gulping down some guilt and nodding. “Y-yeah..it was him. He keeps calling me, I think he noticed you’re missing here.” You hummed at that. “You know…Mom called too.”

“Oh? Really? Cool. Anyway-“ the last thing you wanted was to speak to your mother again. You’d rather jump in the lava beneath you instead. In a desperate attempt to change the subject, you bring up another question. “how's Brianna? Is she doing well?”

“she’s fine. Also, she said hi.” Jason quickly answered, going back to the main topic in his mind. “Y/n, you have to tell mom.” You clicked your tongue. A grumble came out of your throat as you looked away. “Why should I? It's not like she cares about anything I do.”

“yes she does!”

“no she doesn’t and you know it!” Jason scowled a bit. “ she might’ve cared for you, Jason. But barely ever for me. Whenever she even tried acting like she cared she just ended up making things worse!” your shoulder slouched and your throat felt like its passage was blocked. “don’t tell me you forgot about the Cecilia book.”

Jason falls silent, murmuring to himself a bit in confusion. Racking through the library of memories stacked in his brain. Suddenly, he jolts up a bit in satisfied realization but soon enough, that satisfaction becomes bitter as he grimaces over the memory. “Yeah…” he nervously laughed, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “I-I remember that…you cried a lot after it.”

Taking a sharp breath, you bit back your tongue from saying anything harsh. Knuckles balling up into fists and tongue feeling like sandpaper, you tried your best to calm down. Feeling annoyed and awkward from the situation now and knowing how stubborn Jason can be, you immediately brought up an excuse to leave. “A-anyway, Jason, I gotta go now. Amy’s probably waiting for me.” Jason nodded in understanding. Though a disappointed frown was evident on his face. “alright then, see ya!”

“Yeah, see ya.”

With a few clicks and taps, your computer was turned off and closed.

Getting up, you put the computer back in your backpack and took out a rope from it. The item belonged to Tails at first, but now that you have to go up and down the summit at times, he let you borrow it.

Still, it was so tense. You were not a professional at this nor was it a normal daily thing for you. Climbing up and down the rope hoping for the best was sure to kill you at some point. But at the same time, you don’t want to bother anyone to help with this. Not Sonic with helping you climb up there, not Tails with using his helicopter for it or even Stciks to give you pro tips. You feel like you’ve just suddenly waltzed into their life wanting help. And even now, you feel like a bother to Amy. Sure your relationship is much better with her than it was before, yet you can’t help but feel guilt over it. The house barely has room for one person, let alone two.

Shaking your head, you gulped and set your feet down. Feeling relief from surviving that deadly situation, you walked down the mountain while trying to maintain your speed and not fall off. You hear a sigh a few feet away from you and turn your head to its source.

You see a small wolf kid, walking down the place and looking around in an urgent matter. Soon, the boy stops and his shoulders slouched. He groans in frustration. He suddenly notices your glance and brightens up. “Hey, Miss!” he walks up to you. “Have you perhaps seen a walrus walking around here?” you thought for a bit and shook your head. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Could you please help me find him?”

“Well…I..” you really weren’t in the mood. Not to mention, your legs felt like jelly from your whole climb mere seconds ago. Yet, as the wolf looked at you with those common puppy dog eyes children use to manipulate adults with, you sigh in defeat. “Alright…I’ll help you I guess.” The boy grins.

The kid, named Kaden, explained the situation while you were both walking around the mountain in search of his friend. Apparently, the two were playing hide and seek, and now it was Kaden’s turn to seek. Yet, no matter where he looks, he can’t find him.

“did you check the other parts of the forest?” you asked. Kaden shook his head and spoke again. “We both agreed on only hiding around this area. If he’s hiding somewhere else then that’s cheating!”

A few minutes passed and there was still no sign of the walrus kid. You’ve checked all the bushes, behind all of the rocks around the place, and even climbed the tallest and biggest trees to see if he was hiding up there. still, nothing. Now you were getting worried. What if the kid got kidnapped or something? Looking back at Kaden, who was walking beside you with a determined face, you tapped his shoulder to get his attention. “hey kid, I think it's best if you admit you lost.” The boy’s eyes widen. “what? Why?!”

“well, if he’s still here, he’d hear you and get out of his hiding spot, if not, then we have to go and tell the other adults so we could all try to find him.” Honestly, who let these kids wander off to the forest with no one looking after them?! Aren't there some pretty dangerous animals here?

Kaden looked disappointed, sighing and walking a few feet away from you. “Alright! I give up.” He yells out, rolling his eyes. “Where are you?!”

Suddenly, a giggle could be heard, yet looking around, you don’t see the kid at all either. Soon, the walrus’ hand pops out of nowhere from the mountain’s walls, and in a second, he comes out with a grin.

Kaden looked at the scene with pure shock. You, on the other hand, felt relief wash over you at the sight. The kid’s safe and sound and seems completely unscathed. for a moment, you thought the kid was injured somewhere deep within the forest with no one to help him out.

“Ta-da!”

“How did you…w-what-“

“Look! Look!” the walrus grabs the wolf’s arm and motions for you to follow him as well. Getting back at the spot he was, you find an entrance to it at its left. “behold! The best hiding spot in the world!” the kid goes in and gets engulfed in its darkness. “you can’t see me at this view because of the darkness!” the kid suddenly comes out and goes back to the spot you and Kaden were in moments before. “and you can't see me from here because it looks like its apart of the mountain!”

“a small cave…” Kaden mumbles and brings out a small notebook and pen from his pocket. “hold on,” the other kid looks at Kaden amusingly shocked. “you’re taking notes?” he scoffs.

“Well, yeah!” he pouts. Now angrily scribbling the info. “if we’re going to play hide n’ seek here, I’d like to remember all the cool hiding spots!”

“Actually,” you finally spoke, making the two kids jolt and look back at you. They seemed to have forgotten your presence. “I think it’s best if you don’t play here again. It’s pretty dangerous. You could’ve gotten attacked by a bear or something.”

“hey…wait a minute..” the walrus tilts his head a bit in curiosity, then his expression brightens up in realization. “you’re the vet lady everyone in class keeps talking about!”

“She is?!”

“I am?”

the whole swarm of customers could’ve been a sign of being the talk of the town. But you just thought that was solely because of Stacy’s posts about you. Have you gotten this big that you’re even being spoken about in schools? In school kids only talk about stressing over homework and exams, some funny or weird things that happened over the weekend or their favorite shows and media. Or at least, that’s what you talked about in there. But then again, your only friend there for most of the time was only Louis. There probably was more to talk about in school other than those things.

“I need your help! Can you heal hamsters?” asked the walrus kid.

“yeah, I can.” You hummed.” But I first need to know what's up with them.”

“her tail is constantly wet! I don’t know how it even got wet in the first place! At first I thought maybe she went for a swim,” the kid continued. “But then I was like- well that’s impossible! She’s in a cage right now and its door isn't open! So for a while, I’ve been thinking that maybe she’s a spy and she was working undercover and her hideout was in the water so she might’ve forgotten to dry her tail all this time and thought we didn’t notice so I started-“

“Stratford,” Kaden grumbled. “Please just get to the point.”

“ok, ok fine.” The walrus kid, who you now know is named Stratford, rolled his eyes. “so yeah, she has a wet tail.”

“I can actually do something to help with that.” You smiled. “just come to the pet shop with your parents and hamster tomorrow.” Stratford grinned happily and nodded his head. “Thank you, miss!”

A sudden scream made you all jolt. You all moved your heads left and right to find the source, only to hear some shuffling within the forest. The kids held on to you in fear, thinking that it might be a wild animal that finally caught them. Thankfully, it was no wild animal, yet a person, a cat it seemed so, who looked like he ran a hundred miles to get here. As his gaze went to the children, who were still right behind you and using you like a shield, a relieved sigh escaped him. “oh, thank god.” he started coughing a bit, now catching his breath. “I thought you guys were lost!-“ he coughs again.

“Mr.Fetcher!” the kids gasped. Now letting go of you and whispering amongst each other. They both nod in unison and turn back to the man who was still trying to regain his breath. “where were you kids?! I told you guys to not stray away from the group!”

“We- we just got lost!”

“y-yeah. A giant bear was attacking us all of a sudden!”

“and he had laser arms!”

“…” Mr.Fetcher looked at them speechless. A scolding expression crossed his face as the last line was spoken. You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle while Stratford and Kaden face-palmed.

As your chuckle was let out, you felt uneased all of a sudden. Glancing back at the two kids’ teacher, your heart dropped upon seeing his scowl right at you. He looked at you with seething hatred while you tried to look anywhere but his eyes. You noticed that he was fairly young, most likely around your age. His attire was filled with pastel colors from peachy pink to sunshine yellow. A small necklace was around his neck, one with small little cubes with different letters on them spelling ‘best teecher’.

If one could ignore that deepening frown and judgy eyes of his, they could presume he was a nice guy. The kids, now noticing your stares but being ignorant towards the hateful nature of it, spoke up. “Mr.Fetcher! the human said she can help Cheese Puff!” Stratford’s movements became a bit hyper from excitement. Mr.Fetcher, now zoned out from his scowl, gave a kind smile to the boy and acted surprised. “Really? That’s great!”

Kaden nodded. “she also helped me find Stratford. Without her, we definitely would’ve gotten lost.” Suddenly, the boy’s eyes lighten up. “hey! The field trip is about the animals in the lake, right? Maybe she can help!” the cat’s expression faltered. “w-well uh…we can’t really do that. I mean- miss uh…”

“L/n. it’s L/n.”

“right, L/n-” you noticed a small frown coming up to his face for a split second before shifting back. “-might have a lot of work to do right now! Right?” his stare, now widened up and looking at you warningly, made you tense up a bit from newfound stress in the matter. As much as teaching kids all the cool facts about animals and seeing their shocked, impressed, or even grossed-out reaction to it all seemed fun, you’d rather not feel the venomous gaze the teacher would send you during the whole time.

“y-yeah! I uh…” come on, think!!! Give them a good reason! “…I have some…” there it was again, those puppy dog eyes of theirs. Now doubled the power since Stratford joined forces with Kaden. No no no nooo do not let them get to you! “vet work to do! Uh- yeah- vet work!” you nervously laugh. Now walking away before they could utter another word.

“welp, goodbye now! Have fun on your trip and-” your foot hits a rock and you fumble a bit. after a solid five seconds of trying to regain your posture, you straighten up and look at them with a strained smile. “make sure to not get lost again! Hehe…”

You immediately leave the scene. Grimacing the whole embarrassing, awkward and now dreadful last ten minutes of your interaction with them. With your mind now mocking you for being so bad at this, you walk away from the forest.

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Jason was losing his mind.

He regrets making his ringtone a favorite song of his, because now the song makes his stomach churn in annoyance and his eyes roll. Every second of the day, the same old song kept playing on his phone on a loop. Never-ending this catastrophic torture.

Most times it was all from Louis. He’d easily just silence his phone, if it wasn’t for the fact that the buzzing sound and vibration his phone kept sending him was also extremely annoying. Not to mention, he had a job and friends that would call him at times as well. He couldn’t ignore his phone now, albeit really wanting to do that sort of action.

Even now while he closed his computer, ending another weekly call with you, the phone suddenly started chanting its song. Leaving him groaning in exhaustion and almost close to crying. ‘When will this end?’ was the question coursing through his head. Grabbing the phone, he shrugs at the obvious intruder of his peace. Louis doesn’t give up, does he?

Maybe if he answered this time, and told him to fuck off, he’d finally leave him alone. He’d probably get fired from his job after that interaction, but it’d be so worth it. He’s been waiting for a good chance to cuss him out ever since y/n told him everything.

Clicking respond, he heard Louis’ voice.

“Jason,” Louis frowned, annoyed by the thousands of calls he had to make to reach him. “where is she?”

“fuck you.” Jason quickly hung up.

While snickering to himself, another call blew up his phone and he clicked respond with an amused grin.”I’m not telling you a single thing Louis, give up!”

The annoyed groan Louis let out only made him feel more prideful than before. “just..at least tell me if she’s safe or not! Is she doing well?”

Jason scowled. “a little too late to worry about her safety and well-being buddy.” With all the actions Louis pulled at her, it felt like he didn’t care for her one bit. Jason felt mad, saddened. All this time Louis was using Y/n like she was his favorite toy. One he saw as a best friend throughout the world. Only to throw her away when she didn’t do as he pleased. With that thought in mind, he hung up.

Like hell he’d ever tell him anything. Besides, y/n is technically safe. If you ignore the crazy guy who makes robots and swore revenge on her once, the citizens of the island who were not human and the fact that the Island is barely on any map.

Yeah..she’s probably safe.

He hopes so at least.

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Walking down the sandy beach, you traced a thumb over the bandages on your arms. It was healing up, but the process was a little too slow for your taste. As you gazed down at your arm with annoyance, you remembered something that happened today and reached down to your pocket. Now within your palm, was a small toy figure. It seemed to be a puppy, a Dobermann one. You traced your hand over it a bit, noticing that its quality is quite good for a toy. During your work, Stratford, the kid you met yesterday, came in with his pet hamster. After healing her up, the kid was filled with pure joy at his healthy hamster and gave you this toy as thanks.

You chuckle a bit, putting the toy back in your pocket and continuing on your way. If you ignore the small pain you feel at times from your injuries and the whole attack thing that happened a few days ago, you had quite a good busy week. Now, nothing can beat a good week's worth of work rather than a good weekend.

You sigh at that, feeling yourself smile at the word. Weekends. Although it's only one and a half day of a break, it’s a much-needed one. Finally reaching Amy’s house, you opened the door and were greeted by the smell of paint.

Paint always had a unique sort of smell. One that was a mix of various chemicals jumbled up together and creating a sense of familiarity with it. For you, paint’s smell was always a scent that was mixed between metal, oil, and other various chemicals. Although it's probably definitely not mixed with them, its smell always resembled theirs. Yet, it also strangely had its own uniqueness to it. One that with one sniff, you could immediately guess what it was. The smell also brought back memories. Ones where you would paint your whole hand in different colors and smash it up on the paper, or those times when your whole family would start re-painting a room for a new decor or style. Bittersweetness laced your mouth as you waved at Amy, who was sitting on a small stool with a painting in front of her. She seemed to not notice you wave, too enamored by her work, so you decided to speak instead.

“Hey Amy! I’m back.” Your voice made the hedgehog stop her work and greet you back. “how was your day?” the girl asked, busying herself with cleaning up the brushes while waiting for your answer.

You shrugged. “nothing much.” Nothing really interesting comes to mind, to be honest. You took out the toy the child gave you and held it up with your palm, waving it around a bit to set Amy’s attention on it. “a kid did give me this toy, though.” You huffed a laugh. “I think its really cu-“

An extremely loud gasp makes you jolt. You look back at Amy and see her look at you in disbelief. Mouth agape and her brush on the floor. In a blink of an eye, Amy rushed up to you at such speed that it could almost rival Sonic’s. swiftly grabbing the toy from you, she looks at it with admiration and excitement. “Oh my god!!” the girl squeals. “this is Dirk Doberman! It's so rare! And a great attacker too! Once you give it the ice tiara he becomes super powerful and-“

“H-hold on a minute!” you stop her rambling, your head trying to process what she’s talking about. Amy gives a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” She puts the figure on the counter with the utmost care. “ I just got a little too excited-“

“It's fine, Amy. Don’t worry about it.” You quickly replied. “I’m just a bit confused, what is this?” a grin got back into her face with that question. She walks around the house and makes a bee-line to her room. In a few seconds, she comes out with a briefcase with paws on it. She opens it up, revealing a bunch more of those puppy figurings and accessories and a pink board neatly placed in it.

“it's called Fuzzy Puppies! It’s a strategic game challenging one’s intelligence and strategic thinking!” Amy excitedly explains everything. “I can teach you how to play if you want.” Well, you don’t have much to do anyway. This game does sound fun…you nod at her and she soon motioned you to go sit down on the pink chair and you do as obliged. Once there, she places the pink hexagon board next to you and a few puppies were placed on her side of the board. On the other side that was yours, ‘Dirk Doberman' was placed right in the middle. Amy also puts in a few dogs of her own there. “you only have one puppy, so I’ll let you borrow some of mine.”

The game Fuzzy Puppies is in short, a tabletop battle game with puppies. Each puppy has their own unique power and way to eliminate the other player’s puppies. Just like Amy said, it's all about strategy. In order to win the game, you must be cunning and know all your figures' abilities and the pros and cons of it.

For the cutesy look it has, it's surprisingly quite serious. It felt like you were playing an amalgamation of chess and trading card games. Trying to understand what the other is thinking about, what their next move is and how they want to win. Amy was incredible at it. She kept making you surprised with all the tactics she seemed to know like the back of her hand. The rules of the game were stuck in her mind in a tight grip. Every single one of them was deemed important in her eyes for a good strategy. Many of them looked like just a bore to know about, but benefited her greatly during the match. It was fun. incredibly fun.

Time went by quickly with the board taking away your attention. Amy won most rounds, but there were two rounds where you won instead. Albeit you're pretty sure Amy just went easy on those.

Amy rolls the dice, the dice shows 2 and she grins in confidence. She moves Sharleen Sharpay, a dog that can make smaller puppies get removed from the other player’s board by a bark. “since I got two, I can activate Sharleen’s skill, so..”

You sigh in playful defeat, taking out your last small dog. Amy puffs her chest in pride. “I win!”

“you’re way too good at this.” You mumbled out, pretty neutral about your defeat. “ how did you do it?” Amy shrugs. “I’ve been playing for a long time. I’m actually surprised you haven't heard of this game before. It's pretty big here.”

She starts cleaning up the table, first taking the board then looking back at you again. “is it that unpopular there?”

“Well…” you picked up the puppies in your corner of the table and started setting them in the briefcase. “ I mean- I’ve never heard of it. But I’m not really into gameboards, so there could be a chance that this exists.” Louis was more of a fan of them than you were. He’d bring a new board game every once a week to your house, using it as an excuse to hang out with you on school days while also showing off the new game he thought you’d both like. You don’t remember most of them now, only playing them once. But there are ones that become classics for you two.

With the fuzzy puppies now in the suitcase and your Doberman one sitting on the table, Amy looked at the clock and gave a shocked huff. “have we been playing for that long?” she chuckled. Glancing at the time, you were just as shocked as she was. 10 p.m.

“Well, I’m not that sleepy right now, are you?” she asked. “nope, I feel pretty energetic, actually.” Her eyes seemed to brighten up at that and she got up from the couch and went to the TV. “then let’s have a sleepover! We can start by watching a movie.” She excitedly opens a drawer and brings out a small box filled with CDs. Shuffling the neatly placed disks around a bit, she picks one out and immediately puts it in.

Oh well, sleepover it is.

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“how thy voice is like a songbird. Let my eyes feast upon your beauty and my soul will be nourished by your love! A thousand roses would not dare to smell as sweet as you!”

The movie that Amy picked was a cheesy romantic one. It was quite the slow burn too. The number of trials and tribulations the two characters had to go through to reach this one confession was a total rollercoaster of emotions.

The male character was a secret hero. Being a normal baker in the day and a hero when danger erupts. The female character was a princess who was always curious about whom the hero was. She had a strong will and wanted to find out the truth no matter what. Much to the hero’s dismay. During it all, an S-tier villain plans to kidnap the princess and rule over the kingdom. Crazy shenanigans ensue as the princess keeps meeting the baker in the day and hero in the night, sweet talks shared with the civilian, and bickering with the knight. Completely oblivious to them being the same person.

At first, you weren’t interested in their relationship in the movie one bit. but now, even you feel relief from seeing them finally confess.

“Oh, even if thy face is hidden beneath a mask, your heart is visible to me, now and forever!”

Amy shed a tear from those words as you screeched “Yes!” as if your favorite team has won something.” took them long enough!” you sighed. Amy chuckled beside you and wiped her tears with a tissue. “Oh to have a love like theirs.” She huffed out.

As the two characters in the scene finally started dating, the movie ends. “so, what did you think? Did you like it?”

“it was pretty good.” You replied. Snacks of all sorts laid on the table and you didn’t stop yourself from taking one and munching on it. “that comedic character was too annoying though. Didn’t even make me laugh once.”

Amy nodded and stood up to take out the CD. “yeah, everyone hates him.” She chuckled.

Thinking for a bit, you noticed how you still weren’t tired at all. The night still felt young and even though your body was exhausted, your brain ignored their pleas for sleep and kept on working. Yet, the thought of watching another movie bored you.

“you wanna play truth or dare?”

From hearing that question, you visibly stiffened up a bit. Any huffed and rolled her eyes. “oh come on! It's not that bad.” You beg to differ. The most horrid game out there is truth or dare. If played with the wrong people, it could be the most traumatizing experience of your life. then again, you never really played it yourself. You’ve only heard your classmates talk about playing it. Hair getting shaved off, ice being put in one’s clothes, forced to embarrass yourself in public…any stories they gave sounded more like a nightmare than a fun night out.

“eh…I don’t really like that game.” You shrugged. “too many risks for my taste. You could literally make me do anything- and I’d have to comply.” Amy hummed. “I guess you’re right, that would be a problem…”

“then how about this!” her face brightened up, coming up with a new idea to make you agree. “we’ll put some ground rules on what we can’t ask and dare! I’ll start. I say that none of us should dare the other to physically change our appearance! For example, shaving off eyebrows, cutting hair, getting a tattoo…” she suddenly shivered in fear. “…dying your hair a color that doesn’t match you at all..”

You hummed, feeling more comfortable with that proposal in mind. “alright then.” You took a breath. Hands fidgeting a bit with what you were about to say, you physically prepared yourself for any reaction Amy might give to your kind of suspicious rule. “I say…that we do not ask too many questions about our lives before the Island.” You’d wish to say not to ask any question about it in general, but knowing how the ‘truth’ part of the game would be boring with that sort of rule and how you wished to know a bit more about Amy yourself, you merely prayed that she wouldn’t ask a heavy question that would be impossible to answer without mentioning him at least once.

“I’m not comfortable talking much about mine yet.” You quickly added. Amy gave you a worried glance, but hummed in understanding. “Alrighty then! So, shall we start?”

-----

“and then…BOOM! Just like that, Tails’ machine was destroyed and gross green slime covered everyone. It took me a week to get it all off!” you snorted at the story as she grumbled at your reaction. “oh come on! It’s not funny!”

“you’re right.” You grinned. “it's hilarious.”

“to you!” she couldn’t help but laugh with you a bit. “for me it was the most embarrassing thing in the world! People wouldn’t stop staring at my green goe sticking hair!” you held back a laugh and Amy punched your shoulders playfully. Soon she went back to her task at hand, painting your nails in your favorite color. “my turn now,” she hummed, still focused on not plastering the small brush messily on your fingers. “truth or dare?”

“truth.”

“what was the most romantic moment of your life?” she looked at you with bright stars in her eyes. It was an interesting question. one that took you a few moments to answer. What was the most romantic moment of your life? What could be considered romantic? Love? Happiness? Peace? All of them together?

That was a tough one. You didn't have much moments in your life you’d consider ‘romantic’. Quite frankly, the closest thing you ever had to a ‘romantic moment’ was when you ate falafels with Louis as he sobbed in the dark. His father and he had a big fight that led to him leaving and coming to your house at eleven p.m. you were lucky the shop was still open and the lights still lit up the sidewalks. His eyes were brimming with tears as he munched down on the sandwich like he hasn’t eaten for days. Your hands were on his back, letting him cry for as much as he wanted. After the food he’d hug you tight, crying on your shoulder for another hour as he explained what had happened between his waterfall of tears. You let him stay at your house for the night. As the sun for the next morning shined up, you remember him quietly thanking you and practically being glued to you the whole day. Hell, you don’t even consider that ‘romantic’ one bit. it was more sad than anything.

Your friendship might’ve been first started because of your parents, but it was still real.

You truly cared for him. You truly wanted to be his friend. You had fun with him, you laughed with him. Yet, Sometimes you wished you’d opened up to him more, let him see your true emotions rather than a relaxed smile and nod to everything being fine. But you couldn’t. you weren't allowed to. ‘If you show one sign of weakness it would seem like the whole family is weak and troubled!’ your mother reminded you. ‘ don’t tell them anything about our family. We don’t want gossipers.’

You don’t know where she’s gotten this behavior from. Trauma, experience, seeing it happening to someone else, whatever it was, it was strong in her. You never showed your feelings to anyone, because you were told not to. You never spoke about what happened at home, because you were told not to. You were desperate to follow the rules now. After the many scoldings and punishments, you got for breaking rules you didn’t know about, you were desperate to appeal to their standards. Follow the rules. Don’t talk back.

Maybe that’s why you never felt anything romantic for Louis. You were never yourself around him. You were perfect friend Y/n. always ready to give you a shoulder to cry on. Always there for you and always does what you want to do! Never fights with you and always laughs at your jokes!

Never speaks about herself. Never says a damn thing about her day. She was taught to be quiet, to behave. What a perfect kid!

“well...I don’t think I had a romantic moment.” You finally spoke. Amy looked at you shocked. “seriously?! Not even one?”

“nope.” You hummed. “did you have one?”

She paused for a bit, letting the nail polish dry off while she put the brush back in the small container. “…yeah I did. It was when Sonic got me a scarf as a gift.”

“oh, Sonic?” you gave a cocky smile. “do you perhaps…have a crush on him?” Amy’s eyes widened and a blush spread over her face. She looked away and mumbled up some denials of that claim.

“pfft, crush, on him? In his dreams!” she nervously laughed it off. “Amy,” you looked at her bluntly. “you have a picture of him with hearts around it.” Her face became even redder than before, yelping and looking away from your gaze. “you saw that?!”

“yeah, on accident though. It fell right out of your bag.” She sighed in defeat. “I knew I should’ve put it in the back pocket!”

You giggled, getting up from your laid-down position and grabbing a nail polish yourself. You grab her palm gently and start working on her nails. Amy’s blushing mad at the moment, head coursing with different thoughts and her expression turns from an embarrassed one to a one of annoyance. “I can’t believe how dense he is.” She grumbles.

“Maybe you should be more forward in your approach?” you suggested. She thinks for a bit and shakes her head. “I could do that, but it might make things awkward for the others. And anyway- I don’t want it to seem like I’m head over heels for him!” she snorted.

“Alright then, that’s all I got.”

“Seriously? That’s all the advice you have?”

“ehh..well..” your shoulders tense a bit. “I’m not…really the best at these love stuff. I’m like-“ you hiss in embarrassment. “horrible at it. As in ‘I never get the hints and think it's all platonic’ horrible.”

She chuckles. “So, just like Sonic huh?”

“Sadly yes.” You sighed.

A comfortable silence overtook the room for a moment. Your small little game of truth and dare is completely forgotten. Probably for the best, since you didn’t want to be dared to put ice cubes in your shirt or eat a whole glass worth of milk and hot sauce mixed together. Jacob was dared that once, he came back sick for two days.

“ Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“No, not really.” You replied. “why do you ask?”

Her face seemed to brighten up at your response. “well…yesterday, me and the gang were just talking and decided to play a bunch of games to see who’s the best player among us. Do you wanna join us?”

“you sure you want me to join?” you smiled. “I’m not that good in sports.” You huffed.

“I’d be really happy if you did!” she insisted. “it's not really about who wins, we all just wanna have fun.” Her face suddenly scrunched up into a frown. “Well…all of us..except…” she gives out a grumble.

Your movements with the small brush had gone still, curious to hear who she was mentioning. Hearing no answer, your eagerness to know increased and you rose your head up. “except who?”

She groans. “Sonic.”

---

You thought she was joking.

You honestly thought she was just joking. Yet, here you are on the beach, the sun blazing up on your skin and the sand feeling soft on your sandals, looking at Sonic who was warming up for the games. He was looking excentric. Excited, even. He was doing all sorts of stretches. From basic ones that are learned in P.E. to absolute bonkers pro moves that you just knew you’d break your back if you tried it. He had the cockiest of grins on his face, so stretched out that you almost thought that he was going to be in some sort of dental product advertisement. After his warm-ups he just kept running. His striking blue color kept making hoops of circles around the whole island and a strong gush of wind kept being left every time he passed by. He didn’t even greet you properly, only giving a wave with a ‘Hey Y/n!’ while running ten laps simultaneously.

“Sonic, don’t you think you’ll wear yourself out?” you screamed at the hoop of blue, hoping that your worry would somehow reach his ears. In the quickly blurred figure you could see of him, you noticed his head turning around in your direction. “Huh?” his voice was more strained than normal. “oh don’t worry! I’m totally fine! Just

a little excited!” he chuckled.

Excited enough to leave trails of lightning with every step, it seems. You quickly try to stay away from the path he was running from, not wanting to be electrocuted by his powerful speed. How many laps has he run by now? Fifty? Hundred? You weren't sure. You tried to keep count, but it got too quick at his fifth one and you merely became speechless in the end.

What was more surprising was how early he came. Amy said that she’d have to go there earlier than the time the others will to prepare for the challenges and you offered to help. So going to the destination and seeing Sonic already there was quite the shocker.

It's been an hour, yet he still goes on warming up. Amy seemed to have enough of it and huffed. She puts a basket full of fruits down. “Can’t you just help us instead?” Sonic’s head seemed to tilt from that question. he glances at the ground, noticing the amount of equipment still left to organize.

“eh…..I don’t know, it seems pretty boring.” He comments. Amy’s eyes furrow. “and anyway, I gotta prepare myself for my victory stance right after I win.” As he says that gloatful comment, he quickly zooms out and back to where he was, but now a mirror right in his hands and standing on an egotistical pose.

“How are you so sure you’re going to win?” you smirked. Sonic looks at you with a smug smile. “because I’m super awesome?” he says in a matter-of-factly tone.

“is that going to take you far though?” you teased. “I mean- it’s a challenge mainly full of sports games, right? Knuckles and Sticks are pretty great at that.” Sonic thinks for a moment, then gives out a huff. “I’m sure I can handle them.”

“Alright then, what if there was a puzzle game then? Pretty sure Tails would figure it out in an instant. “ he stilled, eyes a bit widened up but soon he covered his realization with another overly confident comment. “oh please! I’m pretty smart too you know!” that’s a lie. “I’m sure I can beat him if I try hard enough.” He grabs a box full of nets and walks with you to the small railing he had to attach them in. “besides,” he suddenly speaks up. “ the rules are that you have to win most of the games, not all.” His shoulders straighten up. “if I win all the games and just lose that one, I’m still going to win.”

“if. That is.” You joked. “good luck, Sonic. Let’s see if you can beat me in the game I chose.”

As you walked away, you left a shocked Sonic behind you.

“Wait- you’re joining this too?!”

---

The rules were quite simple.

The ‘Games Championship’ as Knuckles called it, is a series of games that one must participate in and try to win. There’s a leaderboard that indicates who has the most wins and the one that does become the ‘Grand Champion of all games.’ Each game is chosen by each player.

The first game was chosen by Amy. A simple card game that needs an even number of people to play it. You’ll all be separated into teams of two and will be given some cards.

the rules for this game are a bit challenging and fun. Each card has an animal with a silly expression on them. On the table, there will be six circles with each one drawn one of the animals on it, and a seventh in the middle with the logo of your game. Get all your six cards to be the same animal, then, try to hint to your teammate that you have all the cards, whether it's by imitating the animal’s expression or something else, you must hint at them before the other team realizes and takes the win instead. How can you take the win? By touching either the circle you know your teammate has all the cards of or touching the logo if you don’t know which animal it is. If your opponent does that instead they win. The winner gets four plastic coins, in the end the team with the most coins wins.

You teamed up with Amy, Sonic with Tails, and Knuckles with Sticks. The game began and tension was already high. Amy threw a bunch of cards on the table and you all hurriedly tried to find matching sets, suddenly, in one whip second, you saw a hand take a tornado card.

Lo and behold in the next round Sonic quickly took a few cards then shouted “Tornado!” as he slammed the card down. Everyone groaned, now unable to take any of the cards as the ‘tornado’ swoops them away.

“oh come on!” Sticks grumbled. “there were three cards with the animal I was hunting for on it! I could’ve won!” Sonic snickers.

“the game hasn’t even started yet!” Knuckles added.

Sonic grinned. “sorry guys, better luck next round.” The two grumbled at that.

You looked at your own cards. Seems like you’re collecting the cat one with a grumpy face the most, so best to stick with that from now on. Looking at Amy, you try to see if she’s giving you any hints. Nope, none yet.

The next round begins and everyone starts taking cards again. You take two, yet you still need one more card till you can hint at Amy. Looking back at her, you notice how she keeps breathing and…puffing her cheeks?

Oh, wait- oh shit oh wait- that’s one of the expressions! But hold on- how can you be so sure she’s hinting at you- there must be some other sign-

She glances at you with a hurried look. Within a blink, you immediately touch the circle with a pufferfish on it and she screams with joy. “YES!” you both high-five while the others grumble.

“That's four coins for us! We’re in the lead now!” Amy grins and starts up the round.

Game two, round one, and the battle started once more. This time, you were planning on searching for the sad turtle cards. Before you can snatch up any Sticks throws a tornado down and laughs.

“What?!” Sonic shrieked. “oh come on! those cards were a gold mine!”

“ah, sweet revenge. “ she grins and Sonic’s annoyed face.

Tails pats Sonic on the shoulder. “well Sonic, that’s karma for you.” He chuckled. Sonic huffed.

Round two, now with no tornados. Everything was going fine, you needed three more cards, Amy didn’t seem to give any clues and everyone else seemed calm too.

It was at round three when everything started to change. You needed just one more card and were waiting for round four to start up, yet everyone was stilled quiet. They were glancing at each other, seeing if anyone has finished up yet. The air became a bit thicker than usual. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Tails slams his hand on the snake circle, and Sonic slams his cards down with a grin. His cards were all the green snake one with his tongue sticking out.

“heck yeah! Good job buddy!” Sonic smiles.

A few games later and in the end, all teams won two times, which makes this round the last one. The all-or-nothing.

Tension was high and the drinks next to you were long forgotten. The beach waves didn’t waver your concentration one bit as you glared at your cards and opponents. You’re going to win this. You want to win this.

The cards are set on the table and the trading begins. This time you wanted to search for winking owls. Round one was fine, round two you gave a tornado, and round three went on for a small amount of time.

It was when you reached round four and took the last card you needed that made things feel a bit more tense. You hid your excitement and small stress and gave a small glance to Amy. She didn’t seem to notice it. Shit.

You glance one more time.

She’s still deep in thought on her cards.

Oh my god, for the love of god please just glance back for a second!

Alright, one more time.

You glance at her, she glances back. you give a quick wink.

She jolts, hand frantically reaching out and touching the owl circle and you both scream in victory.

“team Amy and Y/n for the win!” Amy laughs. She smirks down at the others. “that’s one win for me and one win for Y/n. onto the next games!”

--

It has now become noon, the sun was unwavering in its presence and right in the middle of the sky, the waves kept their unbreakable rhythm of back and forth and the sand was feeling hotter than ever.

This was the worst goddamn time for a sports game, you groaned with that thought.

Your feet were aching, begging for you to stop moving for even one second. Your body has become too warm for your liking and you felt like you were walking on lava. Not to mention, your lungs were so out of breath that you couldn’t even think straight.

It’s only been ten minutes.

Were you always this bad at sports? You never had much of a liking to it, except for the good old parkour that your child self saw as a necessity for her adventuring life in the future. Yet as much as you wanted those parkour lessons, your mother insisted that those are fake and useless and you should have no interest in such a thing. She’d rather want you to go to some volleyball or basketball classes. You know, normal stuff.

Perhaps you should’ve taken her up on that offer, because then you’d have much more stamina during this game.

“pass the ball!” Sticks screamed to Amy, running alongside her and waving her hands up in a fit of hurry. Amy raises her hand and throws the ball. the badger clutches it with the utmost strength and three steps in, left right left, and jumps! She quickly throws the ball to the goal and it hits. Well shit. That’s a point lost for you.

“Damnit!” Tails grumbled a little disappointed that he couldn’t catch the ball in time. Knuckles, who was next to him and trying to defend, came up and patted his shoulder. “It’s alright dude, you’ll get him next time.” He smiled.

You walked over to the two and frowned. “sorry,” you mumbled. “If I wasn’t so slow, I would’ve caught up to them in time.” Tails shrugged. “it’s alright Y/n, it wouldn’t have stopped them much anyway.”

Right. Handball’s rules were that you can’t take the ball away from their hand, but you can defend them when they try to reach the ring before the goal 'area', or as you know it, the six-meter area that surrounds the goalie. No one is allowed inside the six meters except them.

You wondered why of all the games, Knuckles chose this one. It's a game usually meant to be played by two teams with seven members, but, you guessed it could be played by teams of four too. Albeit it’s a little more complicated to go back and forth between the defense and attack positions like this.

“We should just change our roles,” Tails commented, his brain already racking for a solution. Knuckles nodded. “yeah, I’ll have to be on the front instead, since Y/n’s speed can’t match theirs.”

“I can’t defend though.” You felt embarrassed by your lack of sportiness, now hands crossed together and a pout apparent on your face. “I’m not much of a sporty person in general, I don’t think I can be this helpful here…”

“Hey, Don’t say that!” Knuckles punched your shoulder softly. “sure, you might not be able to play like a pro,” he shrugged. “but you can play it right. Here, let me teach you how to defend.” He pulls you to the six-meter line and stays one inch away from it.

“Alright, what you have to do is first, arms up.” He puts his arms up in a wide range and you copy. “ its best for your legs to be apart and you have to walk in this style,” he starts slowly walking left and right with the ball of his legs," it makes it easier to catch the ball or defend the goalie“

“Now you try,” you nodded and did as you were told. Hands up, stand on the ball of your feet, and walk around the six meters.

You could’ve guessed that Knuckles would be into sports, after all, he is the strength and power of the team. Yet, you never really expected him to be such a great coach in it.

But that’s probably because you haven't really ever spoken to him much. Your first conversations with him were the ones at Meh Burger.

He was mostly quiet during your first and only a small handful of meet-ups and let the others do the talking instead. So seeing him this excited and social for the first time was a nice change of pace. It made you wonder how much you don’t know about these guys yet.

Knuckles hummed and nodded. “ yeah, that’s pretty good. Just make sure to focus on the corners in the six meters. Sticks will always try to sneak up there and goal.” You nodded at that, thanking him for his help. A few seconds later and Knuckles’ eyes wandered to your bandaged-up arm.

“ How are you holding up with the injuries?”

You shrugged, fingers unconsciously touching the bandages. The fabric felt a bit old since you’ve been wearing it for hours now and sweating profusely. The scars beneath it didn’t give you the sizzling pain anymore, yet you could feel small pangs of it here and there. “it's fine, really. The laser obviously hurt but the pain isn't as bad as I thought it would be. I thought the wounds would be deeper than this.”

“you know, I don’t think this will be the last time Eggman pulls a stunt like that against you.” Knuckles frowned a bit. “since you’re our friend, he’ll try to take advantage of that as much as he can.” He’s right, Eggman most certainly will do that. But you have to wonder, what is all this for? What’s his goal in attacking the village and wanting to defeat Sonic? “you should learn some self-defense. It’ll help you hold out long enough till we come in and stop him.”

Huh, he’s right. Self-defense will certainly be helpful for next time around when the evil scientist attacks. “tell you what,” Knuckles grins. “if you ever need some tips or lessons, just come to my house and I’ll help you out.”

“Seriously?” you smiled, grateful for everything the team has done for you these days. “Thanks! I’ll take you up on that offer someday then.”

“next game of handball begins in five minutes!” Amy shouted, Sticks standing right next to her and drinking some water. “We’re definitely gonna win this! We’ve got the best team! With our great dynamic in there and Sonic’s super speed catching the ball perfectly, no one can stop us!” she suddenly puts a finger on her chin. “maybe we should go pro…”

“That would be nice, but I don’t think we’ll make it to all the competitions when there’s so much butt-kicking to do here.” Amy adds. “ the village’s safety comes first.”

“While we’re on the topic,” Tails suddenly speaks up again. “don’t you guys think you’re being a little unfair?”

“What?!”

“what do you mean? “ Amy looked at Tails in confusion. “what's so unfair about us?”

“it's obviously Sonic.” Knuckles joined in and Tails nodded.

“ he has super speed! It’s always impossible for us to goal!” Tails grumbled a bit. “ the whole match he could easily catch the ball from every corner! All of my strategies were impossible to succeed. Heck, even when he is distracted and on a whole other section of the base, he still super speeds and gets to the side we’re in and catches the ball!” Amy hums at that, now in deep thought.

“I guess his super speed is a little unfair here…” she mumbled. “but we can't do anything about it now, we’ll have to do something for the next game instead.”

“how are you gonna make it fair anyway?” Sticks asked. “it's not like we can just stop him from playing the games. That would be unfair to him.”

Tails suddenly smiled. “ I think I have an idea,” Tails looks at Amy.

----

“WEIGHTS?!” Sonic screamed.”YOU’RE GONNA MAKE ME PUT WEIGHTS ON MY ANKLES?!”

“yep!” Amy simply nodded.

A normal five-minute break has become a fifteen-minute one since Amy wanted to try out her idea. And with the way it's going, a few ten more minutes might be taken up by convincing Sonic to try them.

“B-but- that’s way too unfair for me! It’s gonna make me way too slow!” he hurriedly spoke. Amy looked at him with a judged look. “Sonic, I had to wear weights on my hands for years. “ she huffed. “It’s really not that heavy. Stop whining so much about it!”

Sonic grumbled, now defeated and begrudgingly agreeing to the new game rules. It does make the game fair after all.

“you know, we can do a test run right now to see if they make you too slow.” Tails suggested. “if they are then we’ll have to give you smaller weights or think of a new idea.”

Sonic didn’t reply, he merely started getting into position. With no second to waste, he starts super-speeding around the island. It's noticeably a little less quick than before, yet it was still fast enough to be considered super speed. Despite that, Sonic seemed quite annoyed when he stopped his sprints.

“do you feel uncomfortable in them?” you asked, a bit worried about the idea. Sure, his super speed was unfair, but Sonic’s point was also fairly right. It could get unfair for him. “if they’re hurting or bothering you, then that’s fine. You don’t need to wear them.”

Sonic’s eyes softened up a bit and he looked away, a bit embarrassed now. “what- pfft No! why would they hurt at all? I’m way stronger than I look you know.” He proudly

smirks. “fine fine I’ll wear them,” he rolls his eyes. “if that’s what makes you guys feel a little less outshined and beaten. But,” his tone gets more confident, a tinge of slyness could be sensed in it. “I’m still obviously going to be the winner. Hope you don’t mind that.” He winks, and the others grumble and roll their eyes. You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. well, if he’s not bothered by it then all is well.

Suddenly, Amy’s tech-watch (that’s what you decided to call them for now) started beeping and the five minutes were up. You all talked for a little bit and then went back to your spots in the game, only this time, your team switched places.

As the defender, your goal is to stop the players from reaching the six meters and shooting or, stopping them from shooting well. Somehow blocking their view or hand so that the ball would go the opposite of what they wanted or even better, making the ball fall out of their hands completely and into the grasp of your teammates.

But before you could do all that, you’ll first need to stand in the middle of the court and pass the ball to each other continuously until you reach the enemy's goal and try to shoot. All while the other team is defending the goal and goalie.

Amy Sticks stand in the middle, cautious and focusing on your every move. You look back at Knuckles as you pass the ball for the fifth time. He gives you a small nod. The ball gets passed to you once again. You quickly pass it back and block Amy’s way. Knuckles tries dodging and ignoring Sticks’ defense and shoots. The ball gets caught by Sonic.

Sonic passes the ball to Sticks. You sprint back to your goal. Knuckles tries to distract Sticks by blocking her way. She passes the ball to Amy. Amy starts to dribble with the ball and keeps getting closer to you with each second passing. You recite what Knuckles taught you in your head and get in position. She doesn’t falter.

Left, right, left and she jumps and shoots!

Hands up, eyes on the ball, watch your step and-

You got the ball!

You quickly dribble with the ball and ignore Amy’s attack to get it back. you see Knuckles is close to the goal. You throw the ball in his direction. Within a second, he catches the ball and throws it to the top area of the net. Sonic tries to jump and get it, but he failed! Goal!!!

As your team scream in victory, you all gather up and high-five. One point ahead. That’s a good start to the round for sure.

“told you you could do it!” Knuckles pats your back. you smile in response.

---

Even with the good start, your team losing seemed inevitable. Sticks was right, With her and Sonic’s competitiveness combined with Amy’s strategizing, nothing could stop them from winning this sort of game. One could say that with Knuckles added, they would be a team to fear.

Each member of the winning team gained one point. Which puts Amy in the lead for now. After a small break for some drinks, you all started walking down to the beach, right at the section where if you walk any further, you could find yourself in the forests soon enough.

Two long sticks of red with a line drawn between the two caught your attention. Orange-colored traffic cones engulfed a pathway that leads straight to the forest, but it immediately ends there. no traces of glaring orange can be seen within the forest at all.

Sonic grinned at the sight. “Finally!” he gives out a sigh of relief, but it quickly became a small panic as he realized something.

He looks down to his ankles and then looks back up to the already smirking Amy. “uh Amy…” he gives a worried snicker. “do I still have to wear these?...”

“Duh. How else would we make this fair?”

“oh come on!” he huffed. “I was the one who picked this race! It's only fair that I get to not wear weights in it!” Sonic’s foot tapped impatiently on the ground, eyes annoyed by the rule and fists clenched up from the idea of possibly losing.

Amy and the others thought for a bit. “Alright then,” Tails replied. “But, you’ll have to still wear these weights for any other games we have if the picker wanted you to.” Everyone nodded and hummed in agreement.

A newfound confident smirk was now on Sonic’s face. “Deal!”

The race’s idea was a simple one. Whoever gets outside of the forest the quickest wins. You can use any path you want, the only rule was that it has to be inside the forest. To make things a little harder, each person would be paired up with the other and have to work together to find a way out.

Sonic got paired with Tails, Knuckles with Amy, and last but not least, you with Sticks.

It was decided that five minutes will be given to talk to your teammate and plan your route. As the count started, you walked up to the badger.

“So,” you briefly smiled. “you got any plans? Since you are a forest expert.” Amy often talks about the others at the dinner table. You heard lots about Sticks’ incredible survival skills in the wild.

It took a few silent seconds before her reply, her eyes trained on the forest and her mind ticking with solutions. “I know a few shortcuts. But there’ll be lots of animals and hiking involved.” She turns back to you. “you up for it?”

“well…I never really hiked before-“ your father never really bothered to teach you anything interesting. Even though he was quite skillful in such areas. Usually, he’d leave for a few days to camp in the forest and doesn’t come back till the sun is finally up. You always did want to go with him, but it always got canceled by your mother. Something about ‘spending more time with Louis’ and ‘not wanting to get ruined by your father’ was always rambled on as the excuse. And anyway, he never really seemed to care about spending quality time. “but I will try my best.” You sigh.

She hums, eyes again getting glued to the greenery before her. “don’t worry, I’ll teach you a few tips.”

After a few talks about which way you’ll head, it was now time for the game to start.

You all stand on the red line. Everyone gets in position. You take a small glance at Sonic and you could already tell he knows he’s going to win. The machine cheers up a loud noise and you all instantly start to sprint.

You go to your left with Sticks, immediately stirring away from the rest of the gang and reach a small mountain.

Despite being labeled as ‘small’ by Sticks, you were sure it was quite the trail to hike. Bushes and rocks run over the place, some trees can be seen growing at the top of the mountain. The wild colors of green, grey and browns of different shades all mixed up together in harmony. a few pretty little plants with different monotone colors laid across the path. It was beautiful. Something you could see being on a painting.

As you took your first steps on the mountain, you felt someone hold your wrist. “hold on,” she walks a few feet ahead of you and motioned you to watch. You observe her and realize that she’s walking a bit differently than how you did. Rather than a normal straight-ahead walk, it was one where you’ll have to walk left and right in half circles continuously. “Imagine that you’re a snake of some sort. Then, when you gather enough stamina and…” she gets ready and jumps in such height that you know you could never achieve and falls a few feet high up. Your jaw drops.

She looks at you critically. “what's wrong? You look like I told you the truth about this world. This is easy! That’s something you’ll have to learn when you’re ready.”

“uh…” you look around awkwardly. “I mean- I can do the first part but I’m definitely not ready for the jump part at all.” Sticks rolls her eyes at that.

“Fine then, just do that part. But be quick! We’re wasting time like this!” and so you did, you did your best to hike up the mountain as quickly as possible. But a loud grumble from Sticks proved for it to be useless. She comes down from the hundreds of heights she was up and stands right next to you. “fine then, I guess we just have to do this instead.”

Before you could even question what she meant, you felt yourself getting lifted up and put on her shoulders. “What the- “

“hold on tight if you don’t wanna get your bones broken.”

“what do you even mean by ThAT- OH MY GOD HOLY SHIT—“

It was almost like she was flying. Going so high up and climbing the mountain as if it was nothing. You followed her tip and held on so tight on her shoulders, the fear of falling down and possibly dying by your skull getting smashed up into bits coursing through you.

“It's not that scary!” Sticks huffed. “ya don’t need to shake like a leaf right now. Jeez, how are you ever going to survive an alien attack?!”

“I’d probably be the first one to die.” You laughed out, trying to distract yourself with this conversation.

“you’d definitely be mind-controlled first.”

“and then what would happen?”

“well…” her eyes brightened up a bit, excited to finally talk about all this to someone. ” they’ll first try to use you as bait to control others and after that—“ Sticks kept rambling on, yet her skills in literally jumping around from vine to vine, tree to tree, never ceased to stop. “and then after all that, they’ll move on to another planet.”

“so, am I doomed then?”

“Nah, don’t worry.” She reassured. “I’ll be there to protect ya. Honestly, if I wasn’t alive here and now all of you would have been doomed a long time ago.”

You were about to reply back, until you heard a screeching sound to your left. With her movement stopping, Sticks seemed to hear it as well.

“What was that?” you frantically looked around in worry. “it sounded like an animal. You think they got injured?” you try your best to look at Sticks in your position. But you can only see a small bit of her expression. She seemed on high alert, but also nonchalant.

“wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case.” She mumbles. “stuff like this happens a lot. Rules of the jungle.”

“…can we go check though?”

“What?! Why?!” her gaze shifts to you with confusion and a bit of annoyance. “we’re gonna lose if we do that!”

“oh please,” you huffed. “you and I both know Sonic already won this the second we started moving.”

Sticks became speechless. But her eyes showed obvious conflict. With a groan, she facepalms and puts you down, grabs your hand and helps you slide off a tree.

“…so we’re going to help it, right?”

“no, I was planning on killing it, roasting it, and then eating it in front of you.” She looked at you with a sarcastic expression, one that soon shifts into annoyance. “of course we’re going to help it now! If we didn’t then you’d give me those sad puppy eyes you gave the first time we met.”

“sad puppy eyes-“ you gasped. “I looked like that?!” oh god, oh no. this is extremely embarrassing to hear. You couldn’t even look at her gaze when she obviously wasn’t joking about it.

“yup.” She gave a short reply, then continued. “ super scared and confused all while having some kindness or honesty to it. For a moment I thought you were faking it.”

“…oh man, this is so embarrassing.” You were at a complete loss for words. You knew you looked pathetic at that moment, but you never knew it was that pathetic.

Sticks stared at you with an alert look. “you’re doing it again— are you trying to trick me with that look?” she huffed out. “ you should really start learning some survival skills. You’re lucky we found you first. You could’ve been killed and eaten by the animals the minute you stepped in here.” With a motion using her head, she silently told you to follow.

While walking down to the source, you try to continue the conversation. “come on, cut me some slack.” You smirked. “I’m sure I could at least survive a few days. I’m pretty knowledgable in animal behaviors too, you know.” You didn’t go nose-deep into thousands of books and got graduated from that vet school for nothing.

Sticks took one more glance at you and hummed. “alright then, three days, tops.”

“I think it’d be more than two weeks, at best.”

“keep dreamin’.” She snorted.

After a short while of overthinking about the ‘what if’ situation, you spoke up again.“how long would Sonic last, then?” you curiously brought up. “I mean- what if he suddenly didn’t have super speed and was stuck in a forest? How long would he survive?”

That question seemed to intrigue Sticks as well, as she hummed and put a finger under her chin in thought. “ well, he’ll obviously last longer, but he’ll most likely die doing something extremely stupid.”

You snorted. “ and the rest?”

“well, Tails would survive the longest, Knuckles second and Amy…well— I’m not really sure. For now, she doesn’t have much of the skills for it, but she did talk about wanting to learn.”

You hummed, mind now moving up to other questions. The forest around you is in a silent harmony as the crunching of bushes and leaves beneath your feet can only be heard.

“…is it fun?”

“Hm?”

“is adventuring fun?” you couldn’t help but ask. “you know- the ruins..the secrets…the history..the fights…the mystery and all the people you meet along the way…is it fun?”

Sticks stayed silent for a bit, contemplating your question with a stern gaze. “I’m not the adventurous one in the group. That title goes to Sonic.” She replied. “but if you had to ask me, then…well— its fun, sure. But it has its dangers. Which is why you either need a professional there with you or learn it yourself. Either way has its huge chances of getting you killed by a dangerous ruin puzzle or mauled by a beast.”

She turned her head to you. “why are you asking anyway?”

You sheepishly look away and give an awkward shrug. “meh. Just curious.”

The suspicion on you must’ve grown a little bit bigger with that reply of yours. Yet you didn’t feel much bad about it. You’d rather die than talk about your feelings. Anytime you ever did, the one you told would always find ways to use it to manipulate you or win an argument. Better safe than opening up about your traumatic childhood, you thought.

You heard a small, yet still audible pained whimper and your head immediately shifted its way. Sticks grabbed your wrist and you both sprinted to your left and stopped until you finally found the injured animal.

The first thing you saw was some signs such as twigs and sticks that showed enough evidence that a tree’s branch must’ve fallen. The next thing you noticed was a fox, laying down injured up.

judging by its average height and thin body, you could guess it was in its middle years. Still quite young, but not a cub.

Slowly walking closer to it, you scan over his body and notice its injury being on his back left leg, given how it was hovering up rather than laying down like the rest of the legs, as if it hurt to move it. “is he gonna be okay?” Sticks asked, crossing her arms behind you.

You nodded. “he can heal by himself,” you frowned a bit, a concerned look on your face. “but I’m not sure if he can stay here…lots of predators out here that can kill him.” A grumble leaves your throat. “But I also can't bring him to the pet shop now— it's already closed and the animals there will freak out by seeing a fox inside, especially the rabbits. There’s also the fact that his hunter instincts and hunger could get to him and hurt the animals there and—“

“alright alright I get it!” Sticks rolled her eyes. “I’ll take him then. He can stay in my backyard for now.” Her eyes became stern, looking at the fox as if she was talking to him at this point. “but as soon as he’s healed, he’s heading out.” she scoffed. “I don’t want any animals in my home.”

“you..hate animals?”

“I don’t hate them,” she reasoned. “I just don’t trust ‘em. Trust me, if you’ve lived in the forest, you’d understand. In here, it's kill or be killed.”

You shrug, leaving the conversation at that and now gently trying to coax the fox to let you patch him up enough so he could at least stand and walk. As your hands get close, he growls, showing his sharp teeth and you flinch away. Sticks walks closer and growls louder than him, a sharp glare set on him as she did so. The fox closed his mouth and hid his teeth behind his muzzle. Soon enough, he lays his body down, only the injured leg being lifted a bit.

“thanks big guy.” You muttered, not noticing the confused look Sticks gave you in response. you gave it a quick patch using the sticks and giant leaves around you and he was able to stand again, albeit limping along the way. Soon, Sticks quickly hunted for some berries and tried to coax him into following you two to the finish line then her house.

As you two finally reached the end of the race, you were met with the group all waiting for you to come back, bored out of their mind with how long it took for you two to finally get here.

“what took so long?!” Amy huffed.

“did you guys get attacked on the way?” Tails questioned.

“miss vet over here wouldn’t let us leave until we found some injured fox we heard whimpering a few minutes into the race.” Sticks summarized your journey. “safe to say we were busy.”

Amy's eyes brightened up in excitement and she cooed, trying to get a good look at the fox and giving an affectionate smile. “he’s so cute!!”

“and best part is, you took out my biggest threat in the race!” Sonic grinned, his face quickly shifting into worry then faked up confidence. “not that I was afraid of losing- no no. heh. I knew I’d win, I mean- it’s a race. Of course I’d win.”

“I beg to differ!” Sticks smirked. “the forest is my territory, if Y/n and I weren’t caught up with the foxes, I would've beaten you for sure.”

“but didn’t we first—“

“shush.” Sticks quickly cut you off.

Amy seemed to want to join in as well, as she turned around to Sonic and gave a confident smile of her own. “don’t act so tough right now Sonic. You might’ve won this round, but the next game, oh, I wish you luck on that one.”

He stood still for a moment, his pride completely ripped away from his expression as he looked back at Amy confused. “what do you mean? Isn't the next one Sticks’? its something

doing with the forest again..something sporty-…right?”

Sticks’ smile widened. “Nope.” She chirped out. “it's puzzles.”

----

Ah yes, puzzles. The old weights for a brain’s exercise. Who didn’t like puzzles? Well- many people didn’t- but there were many out there who also did like it. and you? Well, just like everything else, you had the chance to be good at it and you were quite into the ones laid within the media you consumed concerning adventuring, but you slowly discarded any interest you had in it.

Sonic, on the other hand, seemed to have zero interest or skills in it. So much so that he’s been looking really stressed and frustrated the whole time they were setting up the puzzles on the table. He seemed so relieved to hear that everyone would be working in pairs. Yet, he still seemed a little tense.

He was paired up with Amy

You were paired up with Tails

And last but not least, Sticks was paired up with Knuckles.

Since Sticks was the one who picked the puzzles, to make things fair she was given another puzzle made by Tails.

The fox you found a bit earlier sat silently next to a tree, taking nap until you and Sticks get the time to take him to her house later, a few feet away from him, there was you and the others sitting across the picnic table from earlier breaks. there was a basket in front of your team and the others (except Sticks and Knuckles’ of course.) and each team was given a sheet of paper with riddles.

“Sticks, these aren’t puzzles” Tails perked up. Sticks looked at him confused. “what do you mean? Riddles are a part of puzzles.”

“no, they’re not. Riddles work in a way that it has to tell you a story of sorts for you to think about and solve and most of them are based on logic. You could always win those by quick thinking. puzzles, on the other hand, can require much more thinking no matter how much of a genius you are and involve putting things together so they could make sense. Also, puzzles can have their own logic while riddles must always be stuck in just one form of logic.”

“well I don’t agree!” her face scrunches up. “ A riddle is a kind of puzzle that someone asks questions that the other must find an answer to. Rather than doing physical things like shifting through wires or turning around tablets of stones or attaching some boring two pieces together- your left with giving firm verbal responses!”

“ok, first of all, “ Sonic finally speaks after half an hour of silence and grabs everyone’s attention. “you two nerds need to calm down.” He sighed. “second, Sticks, how do you even know so much about puzzles?!”

The badger shrugs. “there’s plenty of them in the forest left by the ancients. I don’t get most of them, but I didn’t manage to understand the easy ones and open its ruins here and there.”

“I knew it!” Amy joins in. “that’s why this seemed so familiar!” she lifts up the paper and looks at it in satisfied realization.

“Alright, enough chit-chat!” Sticks clicks her tech watch and sets up a timer. “you all have nine minutes to finish this up, so the game begins now!”

Soon, all eyes were on these papers. “This is a type of fruit, on which you can dine, to get another fruit, put it after pine” Tails reads the first riddle out loud and hums. “oh! Easy! It's apple.” Only a few seconds later and he’s already got the answer.

“What Am I? I’m small but I’m not a hamster. I’m found on a golf course but I’m not a golf ball. I’m a natural material but I’m not a blade of grass. I can be made into a castle but I’m not a brick. I’m grainy but I’m not an old photograph.” You hummed the question. “alright, well that’s obviously sand.”

Soon, more riddles have been answered. Yet, you didn’t feel like it was right- at least, not fully right. Looking around, your eyes land once again on the basket. Soon, everything clicks. You gave a small punch to Tails’ shoulder and grab his attention. Without uttering a word, just to make sure you were quietly ahead in the game since the other team hasn’t seemed to figure it out yet, you grab the basket and motion to the forest and beach a few feet away from you.

Tails’ eyes widen and he nods eagerly, and with that, you sprint and grab a handful of sand, put it in your basket, and quickly go inside the forest and scan the area for apples.

Luckily, the apples were found quickly a few feet away from you, most likely ones that have fallen from the tall trees all around you. You grab one and sprint back, already agreeing with Tails to finish up all the riddles then look for the rest of the items together.

‘This is a type of fruit. But it is not a lime. There are no other words. With which this word can rhyme.’ Orange.

‘Even though I have blades, I’m the one that gets cut' grass.

‘What Am I? I have eyes but I can’t see. I have skin but I can’t feel anything. I can be sweet but I’m not a piece of candy. I can be baked but I’m not a cake. I can be peeled but I’m not a carrot’ Potato.

With twenty more of these solved and nineteen items gathered up. you only needed one more thing before you win this game. The other team, however, was just starting their item-collecting part of the game. All with Sonic also being forced to put on weights for it.

So in conclusion, you and Tails didn’t rush things with the last item. It was a simple one, you just needed to look around a bit to find it. A sunflower, which Tails said he knows a place where they usually grow. So you set your sights there and followed the yellow fox.

“you know,” Tails suddenly spoke up during your walk. “you were pretty good at those riddles. And it’s a good thing you noticed the basket being important.” He gives a sheepish scoff. “I was way into the riddle solving to notice that.”

“Thanks, Tails,” you smiled. “but you did way more than I did, honestly I’d probably lose real bad without you.”

He shook his head in disagreement. “no, it was a team effort. I’d lose without you too since you were the ones who fetched the items and all. Without you, I’d be way too slow to complete all of this.” He looks at you with a small smile of his own. “we can make a pretty good team.”

Does teamwork affect things to be this much better? Does it really give more meaning or fun to a task or does it make it just more tedious? You weren't sure. But you liked this team. Team Sonic was a team full of friends. A team that must bring much great moments like this one.

“yeah, I guess we do.”

---

“Annddd Tails and Y/n won!!! That makes Amy, Tails, Y/n and Sonic all lead up to a tie! “ Amy announced. “which is great considering the next game is our last one! And it's Y/n’s pick!”

Sonic glanced at his genius friend confused, then looked back at Amy. “hold on, what about Tails? Didn’t he pick any games?” Tails gave an awkward laugh to that.

“well…I may or may not have stayed completely focused on my latest project and completely forgotten about picking a game— and there was the puzzle that I had to make for Sticks so…”

“which by the way,” Sticks looked at Tails with a bit of anger. “it was a completely unfair puzzle! I give you all easy stuff and you gave Knuckles and I some of the hardest math puzzles I ever saw.”

“Well, I heard you were going to base your puzzles on the ancients so I thought you must be going for its difficult puzzles, didn’t know there were easy ones around. Sorry.” He gives an apologetic look.

Sticks’ expression loosens up and she huffs. “forgiven, but you owe me one for rigging my own game.”Tails nods to that.

“ok, since that’s settled,” Amy speaks up again, looking at her T-watch. “it's time for the final game!”

Sonic tilts his head in curiosity. “So, what did you choose doc?” Everyone looks at you, curious about what game you’d pick as the finals, the last game that will finally prove who is the best champion out there between the six of you.

You give a small smile. “hide and seek.”

---

The rules of your game were simple. A list of names would be put in a jar, the one name that gets picked out is the seeker. The seeker has to close their eyes for ten minutes so the others could hide in the woods and they have two hours to check all of the woods for the ones who hid. If they find everyone before the time is up, they win. If they don’t, everyone else gets a point.

Before the game, you also set the rule of Sonic wearing weights, because if he becomes a hider it'd be extremely easy for him to switch up his positions when the seeker is nearby. And if he was the seeker, well, he’ll find everyone in less than thirty minutes.

It’s a rule which he groaned at, but complied with anyway.

The ball full of your names gets rolled around, shaken a few times and then, you finally lift out a number from it. You open it up and say the seeker’s name.

“Sonic.”

With that, everyone gets in position and as Sonic closes his eyes, you were all running to the forest like there was no tomorrow.

With the help of the multiple times you walked here to the mountains and the help of the two kids you met a few days before, you were able to find the best hiding spot. The good old small cave that gave the illusion of being a part of the mountain itself. You could thankfully fit in, but you did feel a bit claustrophobic with the tightness it surrounded you with. You crouched down, making the space easier for you to hide in and breathe. Now all you had to do is not speak a sound and wait for the timer on your phone to strike. Piece of cake.

You wondered how long it’d get Sonic to find all of you.

---

Even with the weights on, Sonic was a force not to be challenged. A speedster with energy always coursing through him. A competitive being that always wants to win. From fighting Eggman to winning rounds after rounds of tomato potamos against his friends, he was always the winner. Losing was never really his thing.

Maybe that’s why he feels so determined to win this game now. His skills sharpened up to the max so that he can get the last point and finally get that satisfactory victory that he always gets. Maybe that’s why he found all of his teammates in less than forty minutes.

And maybe that’s why he’s panicking a bit now, looking everywhere yet unable to find you at all.

He’s searched everywhere ten times already. From the biggest of lakes to the longest of trees, he’s searched it all. Yet, he still couldn’t find you. Not even traces of where you went. You must’ve been careful not to make any twigs snap or footsteps be framed on the mud while you were hiding.

He was getting frustrated. He was getting annoyed. Where in the world were you right now?

As he reaches the summit yet again, he felt his ankles ache. Damn, the number of times he’d have to lift this while walking must be hitting him now. Great, another problem added to his path.

he slowly walks down the summit and with each step, he gets faster and faster. To the point where his speed becomes enough for him to look like he’s sliding down the mountain. as if the giant thing was just an accessory for a park.

A sturdy rock hits his feet. Before he could even react and stop, he falls head first down the mountain and hits the grassy ground. A loud ‘thud’ accompanied with it all. With the thud, seemed to also come a very worried human.

“oh my god— are you okay?!” the loud noise of his fall even worried you to the point of coming out of your hiding spot, it seemed.

“mhmm.” His muffled voice, which was still planted on the ground, answered. He slowly raises one of his fists up to give a shakey little thumps up. “totally fine, doc.”

“Can you move your legs?” you felt worry seep into your heart as you check his legs. He moves one up carefully, yet you could see his ankle was shaking due to the weights. You felt horribly guilty.

“new rule, to hell with these weights! You can take them off now.” He gave a sigh of relief from that sentence. With your help, the weights were taken off and Sonic sat still for a few moments to get his energy back.

You look at him with worry and guilt. You were the one who caused this, weren't you?

“Sonic…I’m so sorry— I didn’t know they were causing you this much pain— you seemed to relaxed during it all and—“

“oh come on Doc, why are you blaming yourself?” he looks at you confused. “you’re not the one who caused this, it's all my fault, really. I should’ve known it could get super uncomfortable at some point.”

“But— if I didn’t give that rule out then you wouldn’t have gotten hurt!” you sighed. Dread now chewing off any confidence you had. “ I should’ve known that you could’ve gotten tired at this point. Anyone would with this much weight on for the first time.”

“Well, technically, you did warn me.” He shrugged. “ I was the one who didn’t listen.”

Silence overtook the conversation. You weren't sure what to do now. But as you looked at your phone and notice how you still got time to get out and show that he’s found you, you figured you could make it up to him by doing just that.

“Can you walk, Sonic?”

He gets up a bit, only for his feet to wobble up and he collapses on the ground once more. “Nope. “ he sighs. you get up, and he looks at you confused. " what are you doing-“

Within a blink, you pick him up, just like he did when he first took you to the summit, and slowly start your walk back to the beach, making sure he doesn’t fall from your arms along the way. He seemed silent. No snarky comeback nor sarcastic joke came out of him for a solid five minutes. As you glanced back at him, you noticed how he was staring at you with widened up eyes. Still shocked by the whole situation.

“…I feel guilty for this.” You answer whatever question he has in his mind. “so I’m going to repay you by carrying you there and declaring you the winner.”

It took a few moments until he answered. “…whatever you say, doc.”

“why were you so eager to win the whole thing anyway?” you suddenly questioned. Curiosity getting the better of you. He shrugs in response. “I just…really like winning, I guess.” He looks up at the sky, it was almost sunset. The orange and purple hues made blurry memories appear in his mind. “I was put in so many win-or-die situations that it just became a regular thing for me to win, you know? I’ve always been known as the best, the hero. Losing is just… isn't really the most heroic-looking thing. And it messes up my whole personality. I feel..annoyed when I lose. I feel like I lost something important with it.”

“what about you doc?” he suddenly asked. “how do you feel about losing?”

You went into deep thought. Head now up in the same old memory lane as you try to give a good answer to that question. “well…I never really cared unless…” you weren't sure if you could say much about your family yet. It just didn’t feel right. You weren't ready. But..a little wouldn’t hurt, right? They wouldn’t use it against you somehow, they weren't like that. They weren't like them. “…unless my family wanted me to win. If they wanted me to win at something or pass an exam, then I’d do anything for it, no matter what. Because I knew I’d be in deep trouble if I didn’t. winning never felt good either. it felt the same as losing, just less worrisome. it was dull.”

You looked back at Sonic and saw his concerned stare. Shit, oh shit. Nope— change the subject now.

Before he could speak, you give out another question. one you were curious about for quite a while now. “why do you call me doc?”

His eyes remain a bit concerned, but he seems to have moved on from that subject with the question you gave him. “…well, you are a doctor— even thoughts it's for animals, still a doctor so,” he smiles. “yeah, doc seemed to fit.”

“Are you sure you didn’t get that nickname from a certain cartoon bunny saying it?”

He looks at you perplexed.

“you know, bugs bunny?”

“Who bunny??”

“you don’t know bugs bunny?!” you giggled a bit. “no,” he scoffs. “what, is he famous or something?”

“he’s sort of an icon in animation. His iconic line is ‘what’s up doc?’”

“well, he obviously copied me.”

“ah yes, the more than eighty-year-old cartoon character stole that line from you.”

“Obviously!” he smirked. “I’m just that cool.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, giving him a teasing glare as he looked at you with a casual smile of his own.

A few seconds passed with peace. While thinking of all the things you’ve been through today, another question pops into your mind.

“Sonic,”

“yeah?”

“what's adventuring like?”

His eyes shift from the skies to you, now looking at you with a complicated, yet soft expression. You didn’t know how to describe it. It felt like he went through thousand of adventures, yet also went through none.

It took a while for him to answer.

“it's…fun.” He shrugs. “but it's not just fun because it's supposed to be- it's fun because you make it fun.”

He continued. “it was fun for me because I got to meet the most amazing people and form the best friendships. It's fun for others because of the treasures they find. And for some people, it's no fun at all. “ he looks up at the sunset once more. The orange hue is slowly becoming more purple with each passing second. “ for me, adventuring is fun because I get to meet the most amazing people. Like you, for example.”

You looked at him with shock. “you think I’m…amazing?”

“yeah. I mean— you handled everything super well when you came here, you're kind to everyone around you..you forgot all about the race just to help the injured fox in the forest and now you’re literally carrying me so I can win, and you’re doing that because you feel guilty for something you’re not even at fault at. You asked me if it hurt, I was the one who stupidly thought the slight throb was nothing.”

You couldn’t help but give a bashful smile. “I’m still technically at fault though. I’m the doctor, I should’ve warned you better.”

He rolled his eyes. “whatever you say, doc.”

“for the record,” you continued on. “I think you’re pretty amazing too.” You were too caught up looking at the path in front of you, beautifully covered by the fading orange and the lush greens in front. You didn’t notice how his eyes lit up a bit. “and- I’d like for us to hang out more and you know- be friends.”

“aren't we already friends?”

“ I mean— yeah? We are I guess- or I hope so- I don’t wanna pressure any of you to be friends with me if you don’t want to and it's fine if—“

“Relax, doc.” He laughed. “yeah, we’re friends. You know what- how about this, you and me, next weekend, chili dogs. Sounds good?”

You smiled. “it sounds fantastic.”

Sonic looks at you in deep thought as you keep your eyes on the path. his eyes shift to himself, then the path left ahead of you. soon, he speaks again.

“hey, Y/n?”

“yeah?”

“can you not move for a few seconds?”

You looked at him with furruwed brows.

“why?...”

“Because I want you to win.”

Suddenly, before anything else could be uttered out from your mouth, explosions and fireworks erupted and you looked up at the now darkened sky that the fireworks themed with your face lit up in. a firework of ‘winner!’ next to it. Screams of cheers can be heard only a few feet and bushes away, yet you couldn’t celebrate yet. You were still too flabbergasted by the whole ordeal. Only flinching away from your mind as you hear the hedgehog in your arms chuckle.

“how…why did you—“ you really couldn’t fathom this at all. “but— but I thought you hated losing!” you looked at him completely shocked and out of answers.

He smiles and merely shrugs in response. “ well, maybe losing sometimes isn't bad at all.”

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FUCKING FINALLY MY FUCKING GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY-

ahhh hi everyone!!!!! so so- yes, I'm alive ! and yep, your eyes don't deceive you, this chapter is 16K WORDS LONG SDKCNMNMNGNRE

this is a part of the reason why this chapter took so long to make. it just- had a lot of plot points and stories I needed to write. the reason I didn't split this was because I thought that if I just published it halfway then it'd make the whole fanfic pretty boring given how the last chapters didn't have much sonic x reader interactions as one might expect. I thought I should maybe tone down the slow burn a bit fkjnkerjngekgr

anyways, as always, finals are coming up and also, I have another fanfic I need to update, but after that I'll come back to this and write up the next chapter!!

alright alright- here's your new question given with the new chapter!!

which sonic boom episode was your favourite? for me its really hard to choose. but in terms of writing for a fanfic, I think that awardy awards episode would be a blast to write about. outside of that, I really enjoyed that one episode where Amy and Sticks get hypnotized by the totally not Justin Beiber beaver. the episode reminds me of one of bo burnham's songs lmaooo

alright, I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter. tell me if you like it being long chapters like this one or if you like the average 7 to 9 k chapters better!!

thank you all for reading!!! <333333

[venusbyline]

Sleep ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 26, oct.

(late post)

— pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x twin sister!reader

— type: smut, dark, Kinktober (House of the Dragon Edition)

— kink: creampie

— summary: Jacaerys was determined to make you his wife, forcing his mother to marry him to you, even against her will. Or against your will too.

— word count: 1.3k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 26th day, female!reader, dark!Jacaerys, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, creampie, Targcest (twin brother/twin sister), dubcon somnophilia, rape/non-con, vaginal sex, breast worship, butt worship, breeding kink, degradation, praise kink, corruption kink, loss of virginity, blood licking, squirting, cum eating, cum swallowing, dacryphilia, crying, watersports, doggy style position, minor Jacaerys Velaryon/Baela Targaryen, Referenced Targaryen/Velaryon Incest (cousins), implied/referenced cheating, underage sex, ambiguous/open ending, non-consensual drug use (herbal tea), drugged sex, forced orgasm, forced pregnancy, marriage of convenience mentioned, butt slapping, biting, hair-pulling, manipulation, sexism, possessive behavior, implied breastfeeding kink, implied lactation kink, implied pregnancy kink, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, dark content, sadism, dom!Jacaerys, sub!reader, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @baybaybear1 @blessedbymoon @p45510n4f4shi0n @lina-lovebug @moonnicole @badger-reads @dearjardim

— crossposting: AO3

— high valyrian words used: Idaña (twin), Hāedar (younger sister), Lēkia (older brother), Muña (mother).

Jacaerys was fed up with his mother's stubborn and boring behavior. Rhaenyra's refusal to break off his betrothal with Baela and refusing to let him marry you, his twin sister, was only making the fucking war even more stressful. As if the death of his little brother Lucerys was not enough, Jace still had to deal with Baela's constant interference against his angry thoughts and the fact that she did not understand why he hated these stupid Dragonseeds so much. It was easy for someone who was children of a Targaryen King Consort and a Velaryon princess to say he was being too arrogant or spoiled.

Either way, Jacaerys did not want a damn betrothed who was barely fit to support him during the outbursts. Even though she was extremely delightful and an excellent warrior, Jacaerys needed more. He needed a caring wife. And he knew you could play the role very well.

His anger towards Rhaenyra and Daemon was growing, to the point where he sometimes wished that his mother would actually recover her rightfully Iron Throne, but only because then he could rule the Seven Kingdoms soon.

He asked and even begged his mother to change the betrothal, explaining that the bond between the two of you had grown since Luke's murder and he needed you. Unfortunately, Rhaenyra remained a woman of her word, refusing to change the agreement.

Perhaps it was really a spoiled and cruel attitude on Jace's part, but he was determined to make you his wife, forcing his mother to marry him to you, even against her will. Or against your will too.

"Idaña, please..." Your whimper sounded too loud for both of your own good and Jacaerys whispered for you to moan lower, his large hand went straight to your mouth, sticking his index, middle and ring finger there to muffle the sounds that followed as he continued to slowly move his hips back and forth.

Each time he took himself out and put it back in, Jacaerys enjoyed the sight of his cock wet with your juices and also the blood of your innocence, as well as the sight of your voluptuous ass shaking when he fucked you a little rougher than before. He was trying his best to be careful with you, taking advantage of your drowsy dubious consent. Of course he did not want to hurt or scare his little twin sister in any way. He just wanted to left you filled with his seed, making your future heir growing in that soft womb.

"Shhh, Hāedar... You do not want to wake up our mommy, do you?" Jace murmured, pressing his bare sweaty chest against your white satin nightgown-covered back. He really wanted to rip that stupid fabric off and fuck his sister until you barely remember your own name. Until you beg for his cock. Until you were practically brainless. "Mother does not want me to marry you. But you want to marry me, do not you want to, my dear?"

Jace's question made you moan incoherent words around his hand, impossible for him to understand anything, so he took his three fingers out of your lips, wet with your spit and stuck them in your head, pulling your dark wavy hair just like his, despite the difference from length. You were like a reflection of him. The hair, the eyes, the nose... You were like a pure and innocent version of Jacaerys, the version he could never be. You were a true pure soul. You were everything he should have been and he was everything you could become.

He fucked you deeper, slapping your buttocks hard and making you scream softly, while he took the opportunity to pull your hair back, leaving your neck exposed to nibble and kiss. "Answer me, little sister. Do you want to marry me? Do you want to carry the future King or Queen of the Iron Throne inside your belly? Do you want me to turn you into a Muña?"

Perhaps it was your still slightly asleep state, perhaps it was how his cock was fucking you too fast and brutally for your virgin cunt to handle, or perhaps it was the special herbs that Jacaerys had put in your drink during dinner... But you just could not say no to him. You did not even want to say no. All that was going through yourself mind was that Jacaerys needed to keep doing what he was doing, even if it hurt so bad.

"Do you want me to breed you, sister? Beautiful little dark-haired babies sucking milk from your breasts while I sit on the Throne?" His question did not get a verbal response, however, Jace understand it as agreement due to the way your walls tightened around his member. "That is, that is my fucking good little girl... So innocent and obedient." Jace growled between moans, taking his hand out of your head and moving it to the softness of your clothed breast, squeezing roughly over the fabric. "You are taking me so well, Idaña. You are going to look so beautiful pregnant with our children. I am going to fuck my seed into you every year, I will never get tired of that warm and tight little cunt..."

You cried out and felt a sequence of slaps on your ass again, noises so loud that the entire castle was probably already hearing you two. "Lēkia... S-stop... I need to pee!" You suddenly screamed groggily when you felt your lower belly start to ache. You hoped Jacaerys would stop what he was doing and release you, but all he did was chuckle mockingly and grip your hips tighter. "PLEASE, JACE! Brother, please... I really need to pee right now!"

Even though you could not see Jacaerys' face because he was fucking you from behind, but you felt his breath in your ear, his teeth nibbling on your earlobe before he purred. "Then do it." He teased hornily. "I am your twin and some minutes older than you. Also, I am the one who will be the future King, so I am ordering you to do it."

Your eyes widened, coming out a little of your sudden trance and drowsy state when Jace continued holding your hip with one arm, but brought the other to your belly, pressing hard on the place where your bladder was. Tears began to fall desperately from your face and you struggled under your twin brother body, the hot liquid wetting the sheets and both of your legs and the Jace's too. "Well... I thought princesses and big girls did not piss on themselves. Now I guess I was wrong, you are a cute bedwetter, my dear. That was so horny."

The mockery turn everything more shameful and you sobbed, just crying when your cunt began to spasm intensely until you came, a clearer liquid splashing out before you fell face down on the pillow completely, your consciousness fading for a while after the orgasm and something else.

You did not know how long you were unconscious. Probably just for five or ten minutes. When your eyes opened with difficulty, you were still breathing heavily, your face pressed into your soft pillow, hearing Jacaerys growl and feeling him pull his cock out of you after his release, spreading your buttocks to enjoy the view of your bruised ass and reddish and sore cunt, full of cum and drops of your blood and wet with your own pee and your sudden squirt.

"Both of us will hope my seed catches as soon as possible. Right, Hāedar?"

You sniffled and nodded, not protesting when Jace pushed his finger into your sensitive hole and brought it to your lips, forcing you to lick up the disgusting mixture as he smirked, stroking your dark hair too. "My dear little sister. My true future betrothed and wife. You will be such a good mother." He placed a kiss on your shoulder, caressing your sore ass and laying down next to you, ignoring your confused and sleepy cries. "Seven Hells, do not be pathetically dramatic. Just go back to sleep, dear sister. Go back to sleep and then we can rule Westeros together very soon, I promise this to you. Nothing will separate us, not even Mother, Daemon or Baela. Not even you."

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[hurthermore]

He deserves someone to dote on him! Alastor who injuries his dominant hand and is unable to properly do basic tasks for a while, you come over and cook for him as well as feed him and he’s so embarrassed!! I mean let’s be honest last person to look after his was his mama. Doesn’t stop you, I mean you’re helping him dress, writing out his ideas for potential scripts for future broadcasts, scolding him for trying to use said arm…you kiss his fingers that stick out from his sling <3 he’s so greedy even after he heals he pretends that he still needs you’re help and you’re more than happy to oblige !

This is so cute >.< for this ask we will imagine that Alastor x Reader from Misconduct are in an AU where Vincent doesn’t exist and they’re romantically involved. Poorly written again because I wrote this at uni lmaooo warning for suggestive content, mention of murder and self harm

He didn’t mean to hurt his hand to this extent when he badgered his knife into the neck of a man who wouldn’t stop flirting with you; he tried so hard not to let his pain showcase when you were near him, even when you would thread your fingers through his, he tried so desperately to not make you aware of his pain.

But you were, fortunately, very perceptive of your lovers tells; and when you held his broken hand, you noticed the way his shoulders tensed ever so slightly.

It took a while, but you managed to get him to admit that he had hurt himself; whether he told you how depended on whether you knew about his morally malevolent habits or not.

You reprimanded him; obviously, it made you feel so inadequate that he didn’t feel as though you were a safe space for him to tell you of his pain, but you brushed your feelings aside to tend for the man you loved.

He struggled with everyday tasks you had come to figure out; hiding the pain he endured whilst attempting to complete those tasks. So you decided it was best to temporarily stay at his home, regardless of your own responsibilities; you wished to help and assist the man you planned to marry one day.

And he had agreed, rather quickly to your idea, seeming like a child excited with a new toy they had just been gifted.

You began completing every little task for him, even so far as washing his body and hair for him; you always ignored how he would get just a tad excited below the water whenever your bare hands scrubbed his skin clean.

He always held an arm around you as you cooked and washed his dishes for him, forcing you to always become flushed as he only spoke words of endearment into your ear whilst stroking your waist with his free hand.

Whenever he would try to help you, or give you physical affection through his broken hand, you would again, reprimend him. Scolding him like a child before you would inevitably apologise, stating you only wished for him to get better.

And when you laid in his bed, no matter what the two of you were doing during that time, you would place kisses along his broken hand, telling him of how much you loved him, how much you cared about him; how much he meant to you.

He basked in it, loved everything his broken hand had brought him; how it had brought you even closer to him, basically moving you into his home whilst you played the part of his little housewife.

A wife he would make you.

And as the weeks passed by, and his hand ultimately began to heal; he would, to simply have you always with him, break it. Purposefully.

He won’t tell you that though.

He just wants you near him.

[pushingdaisies1]

Nasty Dog . . . ♡ ↳ (part two of ''kinda hate you - kinda love you")

(✧ ˚.) PAIRING-> James "Logan" Howlett {A.K.A} Wolverine x "X-Man" Reader >_< (✧ ˚.) SUMMARY-> You kept on replaying that moment with Logan in your mind. Something small definitely put you on one hell of a roll. It made you think a lot more about what you two shared. Especially if it was even something to hold on to as much as you did. Antagonizing him over breakfast about how much of a show-off he can get, he complies to help you with your class. Specifically when he overhears you talking about your lesson plans. Hand-to-hand combat and you need another demonstrator? Sign him up big time.

(✧ ˚.) AUTHORS NOTE -> hi party people!! gonna make this part short so I don't fill half of this post with my yapping. like I've repeated over the last two(?) , tysm for all of the love. its funny x-men has reignited my writing hehe haha. i wanna write for logan more nd also do professor x?? james mcavoy my love? anyways , u and logan are so weird I'm loving it so hard. also might open up requests for x-men so I can write for the whole bunch. ESPECIALLY lolo , the honey badger of my eye 100%. Hope you enjoy and comment if you'd like to be on a taglist for my works!! (most likely will be doing a lot of x-men stuff until I run out of ideas.)

(✧ ˚.) CWS (?)-> again this is supposed to take place within the context of X-Men 97/X-Men animated series , second person pov , descriptions of combat/sparring, kinda alluded to you two being fwb?? lowkey more complicated but, YALL DONT FUCK SRRY but definitely some suggestiveness , you and Logan kiss n argue and not so makeup so idrk if that counts for hurt/kinda comfort???..

Like the night before that, you were pacing back and forth around your room. The place you would stay most of the time if you ever even had a day off. On your nearby desk would lay students' reports. Ranging on physical fitness and endurance, health studies, and so on.

Ororo sat crisscrossed on your bed as she watched you. Her expression was grim as she looked down into her tea. She was originally planning to go to bed. Though you came to her with troubles plaguing you. X-Men are like family to one another, so she spared you her time. Your worrying made more sense once you gave her the slightly skimmed-over details. You left bits and pieces out of the story for your own sake.

“So he.. and then you…?” She questioned, voice low and face absent in thought as she cringed in realization. You quickly nodded as you held your hands to your face embarrassed. "I know Ororo! It's really ... really bad." Storm couldn't help but crack a small chuckle seeing how frazzled you were over Wolverine. It looked like there was smoke coming right out of your ears with how huffy and puffy you were. "Wow, breath for me. The only thing you should be passing out onto is your bed, not the floor." She assured as she set her cup aside on your nightstand. She got up to look at you face to face. Gently taking your face in her hands. The most, and I mean the most you told Storm was a very cut-down version of the story. Nothing about the nights you were whisked away into his room. How you two used each other consensually as another body to rip into and hold when nights got long.

It's not like you two had nothing. There was a spark undeniably there. But to you, it felt like his eyes would always be for Jean. It's not like you couldn't see why he was infatuated with the redhead. You've known her long enough to know that she would always stick things through with Scott.

Logan was always a fan of the hunt, you were like a place where he could bury his bones. You were familiar, you never had plans to leave his side.

Besides, for the sake of your affair with Logan, it was best not to complicate things. That was before he decided to throw out some choice words. Words that made your chest tighten and sweat rise through the roof. She rubbed under your eyes with her thumb as she guided you to look back at her. "Whatever you and Logan have going on is truly none of my business. Nor the team's business at all." She explained, hearing her speak was so calming. Her tone was always so smooth almost ethereal. "As your friend and your sister, I can't sway your hand either." From the day she arrived in the mansion, Ororo was like your constant. You relied on your friends sure. But like her and Jeans shared kinship, you had something similar with her. Which is why it hurt even more with your dilemma. "Logan is not a perfect man. I know you are stronger than this. You know what's good for you. The X-Men will always have your interests at heart, yes. But it's you who has to make this call." She hummed as she leaned her forehead against yours. "Sadly the ones we yearn for sometimes, or even will always have their heart set on another. You are better than that. You and him can mess, sure. But one day it will end and he'll go back to pining over our Jean." She spoke sweetly with a sympathetic smile. She was right like always.

She looked at you once more, forehead still against yours. "It is you who has to move on to someone who will put you into perspective."

A comforting embrace from Ororo absorbed you. It felt as if you were embraced by the world. Clinging onto her tight, she stopped the storm weathering inside of you. Gently rubbing your back she'd let the silence ruminate inside of your bedroom for a while. "Take some time dearest, maybe speak to him if you can." She murmured into your hair. "Maybe you two just need some needed distance? Because he's definitely missing out on one extraordinary creature." A small smirk grew onto her features as she separated your hug, you complying of course. "All I know is that you deserve whatever honesty you can squeeze out of that man." She acknowledged with the smile you always related to hope. Ororo was your consciousness, she was pretty much one of the most level-headed of your team. You thanked the fate that brought Ororo into existence. Without her words of real wisdom, you would still be spiraling in your bed like a clown. "Thank your Ororo, truly I do mean it." You spoke with a humble smile as she chuckled softly. "We're family, I'll always guide you by any means necessary." She replied, giving you one final look of affirmation before reaching the door. She opened it gently, letting the air open it wider before her eyes wandered to you one last time. "Sleep well, don't let yourself run mad because of him." She purred, leaving you alone. You stood there with yourself. Sucking in a breath of air you knew what was needed. The haze in your continuous stream of thought cleared. With one more look around at your walls, your eyes turned to your bed. You fell right in under your warm and fuzzy blankets. You were practically knocked out as soon as your head filled the pillow. Tomorrow you should be fine, tomorrow will be a better day. Quickly night turned to day. You were awoken by the sound of the students playing on the nearby basketball court down below. Your shoulders eased some more once you saw the empty hall in front of you. No one to interrupt your morning stroll down to the kitchen, where you knew by now someone had to be in there. You quickly jostled yourself down the stairs as soon as you caught a whiff of food. By just a tiny sniff you knew it was Gambit cooking. Your stomach cheered and roared as you rounded the hallway. Coming into the kitchen, Gambit was already dishing some of his beignets up. His hair was up and swooped as he wore a cropped t-shirt, with a colorful display of artwork on it that you didn't really want to decipher. Surprisingly it was a pretty quiet morning. But then you realized why when looking at the clock. The biggest surprise was that even Gambit was up this early. Scott too, as he was sat down with a newspaper on and his regular shades. Gambit swung around seeing you, fresh beignet in hand. "Cher, good morning to you!" he greeted you with a sing-song tune. He stopped at no time dishing up the last batch. You cracked a sleepy grin as you rubbed one of your eyes. "Am I in heaven? I don't think I've ever seen you whip something up this early." You joked as you found a seat at the table. "Gambit is in a good mood this wonderful day, no?" He purred as he smacked on his final touches. Scott looked up from the paper with an eye roll. Only noticeable with the way his head tilted. "He accidentally charged his alarm clock, woke me and Jean up." He snickered, taking another sip of his mug. The sweet smell of sugar and cinnamon filled the air. If you had no self-restraint, he'd be having to remake that entire batch after five minutes.

"Alarm clock? I thought you said Gambit works on his own time?" You turned to Gambit with a raised brow as he leaned against the island counter. He looked away with a small smirk gracing his lips. "I listened to the missus." He shrugged carelessly as you couldn't help but hold back a laugh. His and Rogue's back and forth always made your mornings lighter. Soon the kitchen filled with everyone else. Jean happily greeted Scott with a kiss on the cheek, sucking your wandering eyes into conversation. Rogue soon followed, coming into the kitchen and stretching like a cat. Gambit was already climbing up her tree, given their whole "deal." Their coy and flirtatious banter always brought a smile to your lips , making you get all idealistic-y.

Jubilee and Storm were one of the last to follow. Jubilee of course decided to sleep in late, what teenagers do. Storm explained her absence due to deep talks with the professor.

She especially looked at you with a kind-eyed smile, peacefully soaking in the team's chatter as she too gathered herself food. Jubilee clung to you the entire breakfast. Not like at your hip, but you were one of the ones she got close to immediately. It made sense and you didn't mind her popping into your meal to ask about how this all was supposed to work. "I thought since I'm an X-Man, I didn't really have to DO school here?" She thought aloud, beignet and soft blueberries halfway in her mouth. You answered her question swiftly, relishing in your thirst diminishing.

"It's different since you are still a kid." You hummed, taking the last bites of your plate. "Besides, the extra training besides just on-the-field stuff could help. Danger room drills aren't the only thing a young X-Man like yourself should be going over."

She sighed while resting her chin on her knuckles. "I know, just feels so bogous!" She scoffed playfully, serving herself a big bite of food. Your heart rate was exhilarated by some once you heard Storm greet Logan a "Good Morning." The two of you haven't spoken much to each other. Outside of short-term missions and war room meetings. You weren't surprised when the both of you so quickly made and lost eye contact. He grumbled in response, you weren't surprised. You could hear his confused murmuring as he rummaged for a cup. You spoke up from where you sat at the table. "On the counter, got bored, and knew you would be hankering for a pick me up." You turned back to face him in your chair. You were even taken surprised that you made the first "move." In response, he flashed you a toothy grin. "Looks like someone kissing ass this morning." He gruffly spoke, making up his own hefty plate.

As usual, the professor stayed off in his study. Everyone at the table talked amongst themselves. You couldn't remember how you and Logan started pestering one another. No shocker Gambit with a shit-eating grin amped up the bragging. One minute it was lesson plans, another it was Logan talking about how he could easily show you up during your lesson. Chest puffed, his arms crossed somewhat. He picked scraps out from in between his teeth using a free claw. It gleamed in the shimmering sunlight escaping into the room as his mouth continued to run. "Come on! I'm always the one saving your ass." He chuckled with grit as he finally was able to get out of a piece of that egg. "The other way around Grandpa." You snickered with your teeth on full display. Jean tried to put a stop to your and Logan's childish spat. If you could even call it that. One remark after another and soon he was agreeing to help you in the dangeroom later on in the day. Just your luck, it was foolish to even think this would have no hiccups. You passed through the day doing regular tasks. When the professor wasn't alert about any new trouble, or the school wasn't in shreds it was pretty peaceful.

You spent your time diligently working over those same tasks you despised when you had your hunger for excitement. The quietness around the school was comforting.

Time swept you away before you could realize it was time for your class. Young mutants swarmed into your room, chipper and excited for what today brought. You never expected to enjoy teaching this much. Quickly as the chatterboxes chattered, you soon quieted down the bunch. Greeting your students, you stood up from behind your desk. Rounding up to the front to address the entire room. Diligently you went over the topic for today's lesson. Today it was time to focus on hand-to-hand sparring. Being a mutant did mean having powers at whoever's disposal. But just in case the situation arose of being unable to use those powers, there was always a "plan b" needed at the ready. Most of the students were either paying attention first row or loosely clueing into what was planned for the hour. You didn't really mind, hearing a teacher talk no matter how vibrant they were would never stop being annoying. In the middle of your rapid explanation, you were interrupted by the door swinging open. No thanks to a lot of the doors in the school being a lot more noisy. In the doorway stood Logan, posture steady. With the amount of flannels he wore you wouldn't be surprised to see them being eighty percent of his closet. "I was needed, so here I am." He announced with a bitter sound as he cleared his throat. His arms fell to the side of him almost like he was showing himself off. You immediately perked up as you forgot one small detail. "I forgot to mention, everyone to the danger room!" You instructed as your hands gestured to the doors. Soon bodies started to move as Logan sauntered up towards you. His hands shoved deep in his pockets. "Y'know, I'm gonna kick your ass demonstration or not." He blabbed with that same stupid smirk on his face. You always wanted to wipe it straight off of his face. You turned to him with a pointed look as you whispered to him a threat. Less of a threat and more of an invitation. "Oh sure, missed you pinning me down. Forgot how your hands felt." You hummed before pushing past him. It was only you two, as by now most of their students were already making their way towards or were already in the danger room. Faintly you could hear the slightesting crackling of a chuckle from him. You were going to wipe the floor with his stupid hair.

Finally, everyone was inside and ready. You made sure to wrap your hands since you and Logan were sparring. Given that it was only for demonstrating purposes. But if you really tried, packing a punch into Logan was a lot harder than expected. Can't forget the metal skeleton that lay behind that stupidly handsome rugged jaw.

You paired students off to see how they worked without any use of their powers or special abilities. As a sort of example to anyone up next. After a small mistake by two of some students, you brushed them aside without any pestering. They tried, but maybe now that teacher example should be coming in handy.

Setting up the room, you sequenced it before rushing downstairs to the room itself. Of course, Logan ran right in behind you. "Now - me and mister Howlett are going to give a demonstration. Please watch as that'll be needed for anyone else I haven't sent in yet." Finally, the command commenced as the room quickly shifted into place. It was the simple danger room. White walls and white flooring are suddenly the only things around you two. Finding your stance you stared Logan down. He, not surprisingly, brought back that same sort of fervor and even more. Fists were up and it was time to fight. It was like two predators trying to dominate the other into becoming their respective prey. Your fighting styles clashed in the best of ways. You were quiet when it came to making the first attack. You knew how to be stealthy on your feet. Especially quick when diverting oncoming attacks from enemies. Logan was very abrasive especially when it came to how he attacked opponents. Run in first and think about the consequences later. Quickly you were able to ambush him. Throwing him for a loop once the bottom of your feet met his backside. It was like landing on solid ground. He groaned as he fell back, but that smirk still lay smeared on his lips.

You knew his weak spots and he was the same. Every single point, the two of you could find without even a poorly timed guess. For only a demonstration you two went at it for a while. His knuckles met your frame and so did yours. It was a dance of dominance, as old as time still stands. You soon did realize how much time your sparring was stretching. You still needed to at least have four or more students go up. By the time you two escaped each other's limbs as you had him pinned to the floor only just moments ago, you looked up to see your students.

Some were either paying attention or again, too absorbed in the conversation other classmates were having. Jubilee stood there a little bit taken aback by how you and Logan went at each other. I mean that was brutal but was the huffing and puffing needed? You two looked as if you were about to do the finishing blow to another. "Alright!" You said with an exhale. "Now use that when going head to head with your partner. Treat them as a peer but also as another fighter. Going against a fellow student doesn't mean you cant test out what you learned." You threw out teacher voice , quickly announcing which kids were next. You and Logan made your way back to the observational area of the danger room. The ascend back up was pretty quiet between the both of you. It was the same when you made your way back up and observed the rest of the class.

Soon enough you dismissed your students. Then there was only two , you and Logan. You stood there looking over the empty dome down below you. Logan soon walked up behind you.

Silence was never you shared kind of vibe. So you were somewhat joyous when he snuck a small kiss from you. Pecking the nearest edge of your lips , you came back at him with an embrace of those same lips.

Hungry and desperate like the usual. Internally you fought with yourself. You and Logan as companions and friends didn’t make things any easier. This sneaking around made you feel dirty. You didn’t want to be second pick.

It was you who stopped the exchange. Logan looked back at you with a blank expression. He couldn’t deny that the consistent dynamic between you two did make him guilty. He respected you tons but Jean would always be something he could never get his hands on. Some bastardoues part of him knew he liked that cat and mouse game. He would always wait for her , you and him were a different story.

“I can’t Logan.” You mumbled as your limb’s disconnected once again for good this time. This time it wasn’t with such passion. “This , us , I can’t do this anymore.”

His blank expression stayed as he almost barked out. “What do you mean? Yah never really said anything before, this makes no sense.” He rasped as his throat cleared a little.

The way his hazel eyes looked back at yours was a sight to see.

“I don’t like this charade. I like you but.. this thrill is gone.” You sucked in a breath as you stood apart now. “I mean I don’t just like you. What I feel for you is like nothing I’ve felt for another man. But here you are , waiting like a frail dog for Jean to finally drop Scott.”

He scoffed almost in your face. A part of him knew his yearning for Jean was pathetic. That he didn’t have a chance ever with her. Almost like she subconsciously infected his thoughts with only her. He knew though that it was just him being a fool , for you and for a woman that would never truly reciprocate his affections.

“You should have just said that , bub. I didn’t mean to waste your time parading around like a joke.” He shook his head , hands going deep into his pockets just like how he arrived. He slowly started to walk away. Bordering on leaving , finally you were honest.

“I love you Logan! There I said it!” You shouted , hiccuping like an idiot as you held your chest. That same flustered sensation spread throughout your lungs. “I’ve been in love with you ever since the night we made this stupid thing official. Ever since I felt your lips on mine.” You gritted out , fate was twisting your hand.

“But I respect myself too much to be so blind. I respect you too much to let us do this back and forth. I want something real with you. I want your words of praise to mean something. I don’t want these lies , I want you to love me. Because I do , and this whole poor man’s game of checkers deal isn’t what I want.” All of the hot air was gushing out of you as you went on and on about how you were internally struggling.

He looked back at you for a good minute. Burning silence was in the air. Before he spoke the word that stabbed you right in the heart.

“It’ll pass.” Then soon after he left you alone. In a puddle of your own feelings. You crumbled to the floor like a child. You held yourself up as you wiped your eyes of any free falling tears. You hated that someone so flip floppy with your feelings made you like this.

The heart of a lover was now eaten in two. Now it was your turn to piece yourself back together. With gritted teeth you got up a while later and collected yourself.

You would always be his fool. That was the worst thing about your desire for the Wolverines affection. Just the corner of your heart set for him was now bruised and battered.

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Invisible: Hermione x Reader {Blurb}

WolfStar!Slytherin!werewolf!Reader x Hermione

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Summary: Reader is a bit of a punk like Sirius, with Remus's insecurities. She doesn't believe she deserves a girl like Hermione. No real plot just Angst straight into fluff

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, reader is a bit of a mess, insults, Hermione hit the reader a few times (please reach out if I missed something}

Wc- 2199

{Y/N} Lupin had never been invisible. Even on days you tried to be, the whispers and eyes still followed you through the halls. See, you were a bit too much like your father, Sirius. You styled like him. Every weekend, his old leather jacket, hair dyed a deep jet black, nails to match. Minnie would say you had the attitude, more in for a thrill then the consequence. Snape would say your grades were like his as well, just enough to pass and just engaged enough to not be called out. Not that you didn't relish in the attention and laughs you got when a teacher tried to reprimand you, and a very Sirius-like comment or two later, the classroom was full of snickering juveniles and you had one more detention on your record. A record, your father, for the life of him, couldn't tell you what it was for. He got an amazing job as an Auror straight out of school despite it all. If that wouldn't usually keep people a good distance away from you, you had the mind of your dad. Methodical and exact, Remus gifted you a weapon no one could quite match. Well.. until you met her.

Hermione Granger.

You see, nothing good could come of a troublemaker, unless they were a Gryffindor. If your reputation wasn't enough, your rule of kiss and tell would be. You were quite popular with the girls and guys of your year. You knew what they wanted and you entertained it. You understood who you were, a Slytherin, a delinquent, someone so bad yet irresistible. No one stayed later than a week or two, you never blamed them. When they got to know you, when they knew you weren't some fantasy written heart throb, their interest was lost. 

You liked to pretend it didn't hurt. It was good fun now and again, but every time someone stopped coming around you were reminded just what it was. Just the perfect amount of hurt and vulnerability for the next one when they came round. Your coping mechanism was the same thing hurting you, and you became cruel about it. 

You spent most of your days with Theodore Nott, a boy with much the same reputation. Complaining to each other just to fill the silence. If your parents knew you associated with the boy, there would be a riot. A Death Eater’s son, someone you trusted more with the secrets of your heart than your own father.

“So Snape says I have to stay in this Hogsmeade trip to study. Roped some poor third year into helping me.” You groaned and Theodore snickered at this. “Has the toad even seen your grades?”

“Bloody doubt it.” You huffed and took a drag of your cigarette. “Just hope it's not some brat, you know? Odd I have to study with someone younger.” You mumbled and handed the stick over to Nott, but it was intercepted by a pale delicate hand. 

Some girl, maybe only 14 years old, snatched the bud from your hand and dropped it on the cobbled floor. Stepping on it with a huff. She turned to you with a vicious smile. “How very kind of you for being early. Names Granger. Hermione Granger.” She held her hand out and you looked her up and down in annoyance. 

“Don't tell me you're the person who is supposed to assist me.” You scoffed and she smiled brightly. Clearly there was some hidden malice there. You were shocked a Gryffindor of all houses had chosen to throw away her weekend to 'help’ you. 

You huffed and took her hand, shaking it firm before she walked past you. You apologized to Theodore and began to follow her. 

That's how the unlikely dynamic began. That day you did everything in your power to get under her skin, and she yours. You would flirt with her, make crude jokes, ignore the work at any cost. She would badger you with questions you were sure the little lion didn't even know herself.

Your goal was to get her to leave you alone. But she refused.

Every time you were forced to detention study, there she was. It was like torture. You wanted to curse Snape’s very existence, but also thank him on your hands and knees for the opportunity. In normal circumstances, you would never have been able to even talk to Granger. She was so wrapped up in Harry -the chosen one- Potter and Ron -just stop whining- Weasley, you didn't even think about her much. 

That was your downfall, of course. You don't think of yourself as someone to fall, especially for an underclassman, but Merlin she was magnetic. Just enough sass and spunk, a bit of a smart ass but it left you wanting more. You tested the water a few times, but when Summer came around and you were sent home to your dads, you didn't send a letter, neither did she.

You and Hermione’s relationship was purely for studying. You knew there were people in your life that were made for certain times, and Hermione was made for quiet library rendezvous. For whispered flirts and cheeky comments between paragraphs. For daunting questions and electric praise. You just wished you could spend all year between those book pages, knee to knee, pretending nothing outside the library mattered. That you both weren’t helplessly over your heads.

That summer was hell, it felt like you were going through withdrawals. It's likely what it was, considering you wouldn't dream of bringing a smoke into your home. Sirius had a nose for that sort of thing. Though it seemed in your current state all you could think of was the fluffy haired girl. Even when you met some muggles to party with over the summer, even when you met up with some of your wix friends, you had fun but kept thinking about her beautiful eyes. It didn't help that you spent almost every weekend and full moon at the Potter’s, and your aunt Lily behaved so much like Hermione it terrified you. Especially since you were no James Potter.

It was pathetic, you decided. When the next school year came around, you did everything in your power to avoid her. Even getting good grades. Then, like some sick twisted joke, the Yule ball came. Everyone was pairing up and you didn't have the heart to stomach being around Hermione. You knew she wasn't someone to gloat or ramble on about the more feminine things in life, but even if it was just a passing comment you knew you wouldn't be able to take it. Knowing who was going to be whisking her off her feet all night, staring into her playful eyes, getting to see the caged bird fly, when you refused to beg for the key. You knew you weren't worth such a luxury. Hermione Granger was made for people like Krum, a famous Quidditch star, or a boy like Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Even Ron Weasley, a pureblood with a huge family with no real baggage. One that would allow her wings to spread and give her the freedom in her life. 

You caught yourself, thinking with such longing for her was vexing. You never found yourself thinking about forever. Not with anyone, until you met her. What good could you do for her? All you could truly offer was your father’s family’s blood money, your horrid reputation, and your werewolf blood. You knew how the world saw you, considering your father just quit last year because he was one.

When the night came, you and Theodore decided to go together. Most of the night was spent dancing with people who came alone, or each other, even drinking spiked juice when the weird sisters started up. Your eyes locked with Hermione’s, on complete accident. Your breath hitched when you saw her blissful smile turn to a look of hurt and disconnection. Your face fell, whatever joke Nott was on about with the girls you were with went silent on your ears. 

“Hey, man, I need some air.” You muttered to him, still holding Hermione’s eyes. Nott waved you off and you finally broke eye contact and hurried out of the hall.

You grabbed your suit’s coat on the way out. You were wearing a muggle suit, just a white button up, a green vest, black tie, and of course the black coat. You rushed to fix the coat around your sides as you began to turn down the hall. Getting as far away from them as possible.

“Don't you dare!” You heard a shout from behind you. You turned sharply on your heel at the familiar voice. You had never heard it so painful. You locked eyes with Hermione and she stalked toward you. You took a sharp breath and got ready for the first conversation you would have with her from the entire year. “What is your problem!?” She yelled at you.

“Hm? What's wrong, otter?” You played coy and pushed your hair back. You gave her your best smile, but from the look in her eyes you could tell it wasn't working. She scoffed at you and threw her gloves at your chest.

“You,,, You selfish git! I knew I should have listened to everyone! You're nothing but a scoundrel!” She shouted at you, in between shoves to your chest that got weaker as tears filled her eyes. You were stunned, jaw slack and trying to figure out just what to say in this moment.

You eventually grabbed her wrists and cooed at her to take a breath. It broke your heart to see her like this. “Come on now, you know I hate seeing pretty girls cry.” You mused and she huffed. “Don't call me that.”

“What? Otter or Pretty girl?” You asked and she huffed. 

“Both! You don't get to after what you've done!” Her shouts filled the empty hall. You grimaced and sighed. 

“Listen-”

“No! You listen to me!” She shouted over you and you quickly nodded. “I have spent my time at Hogwarts thinking I was invisible. I did my best, I got top grades, and the second people began to notice they acted like I was some kind of disease! Like I was just some arrogant cocky Muggle born who didn't deserve to be here.”

“You do-”

“It’s my turn Lupin!” She cut you off again and you nodded, putting her gloves in your pocket and leaning forward to try and dry her eyes. She leaned into your hands and it calmed her instantly. “I felt so out of place. I felt like I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Then I met you,” She whispered and stepped forward. Her arms wrapped around your middle and she hid her face in your suit. “When I talked, you listened. When I asked you answered. You sought me out.. You made me feel like you wanted me around. Like I was special.”

You looked down at her in surprise.

“You were the first person to show me what that felt like. Everyone warned me that you were just a cruel flirt. And I guess they were right. I don't know what I thought, I see the girls you've had before, All pretty and done up, so bold and confident. I didn't even get the luxury to say I lost you like they have. Because I never had you. You never wanted me. You're cruel, {Y/N} Lupin.” She sniffled.

Your eyes were wide and you quickly wrapped your arms around her. Pulling her close into your chest you allowed yourself to press your nose to her hair. You let her cry in frustration in your arms. Not stopping her when she would occasionally hit your side with her closed fist. 

“Say something.” She begged pathetically, sniffling into your chest.

“... I have been torturing myself for months, thinking I wasn't worth your time, Hermione.” You admitted, voice dripping in shame. She scoffed and you pulled some of her hair behind her ear.

“Rubbish.”

“It's true.” You cooed in a playful tone. Pressing your chin to her head. “I was so wrapped up in the idea that you didn't want me back, Otter.”

Her sniffles slowly died out, she pulled back and looked you in the eye. You grabbed her cheeks again and leaned in closer. Your lips were a few inches from each other. You could feel her breath brush your lips. “You wanted me?”

“I want you.” You corrected and leaned in closer. She closed her eyes and her breath hitched. You stared at her, admiring her in the moonlight. You usually hated the moon and what it did to your family, but right now, you couldn't think of a better color for her. Your thumb traced her cupid’s bow and she huffed. “I am still mad at you, Lupin. So I’ll give you a choice.” She whined up at you and you smirked.

“Yes, pretty girl?”

“Kiss me or walk me back.”

You laughed and moved closer, your eyes lidding. “That’s a big gamble you're making there.” You breathe and she only smirks. “I like my odds.”

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Penance

Hockey Player!Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel can't keep his hands to himself. A modern hockey AU.

Warnings: Fighting

Word Count: 970 (lol i wish it was way longer)

Notes: Welcome to the Hockey AU 😏

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You’ll never understand how your boyfriend gets into so many fights, but here you are again, watching him pummel another player into the ice.

The crowd screams wildly around you so loudly it’s nearly deafening. There’s a chill to the air only the ice emits, the rest of the atmosphere is filled with the heat of bodies, stench of beer and stadium popcorn, and a little bit like body odor. The mostly male fans around you clutch their drinks in their hands as they throw their arms up, egging on the brawl in the rink. You’re sure if you were sitting closer, you might be able to smell the blood splattering the pristine, white ice.

“Come on, Azriel,” you mutter, wringing your fingers together. It’s said a little in disappointment and a lot in encouragement. It’s tough to watch; a player on the Springview Wolves had checked him into the glass. It hadn’t been a nice check either, all but shoving Azriel’s face into the boards. His eyes had gone dark in a millisecond, spinning on his skate and chucking his stick to the ground, his gloves following.

The player had already turned away—Warrick, number 22, the back of his jersey reads—when Az had spun around to give him a taste of his own medicine, and the hit looked dirty on your boyfriend's side because of it, hitting a player who seemed unassuming. Tamlin, number 22’s name is, you know this because Azriel and a few of his teammates had been complaining about the blond haired player all week, saying how the coach only puts him in to start fights, the rest of the time he’s usually a duster, collecting cobwebs on the bench.

Gods, you hope Azriel doesn’t lose any teeth this time.

The pair seem to mostly be wrestling right now, trying to keep their balance as their skates slide against the slick ice and the referees try to tear them apart. But once players start tussling, there’s no breaking them up until one of them hits the ice.

The benches of both teams are going crazy, shouting and hitting their sticks against the partitions. You think you saw the team captain of the Velaris Bats, Rhysand, trying to jump onto the ice to join, but the coach had held him back by the scruff of his uniform.

Cassian had already been on the ice, a winger like Azriel. The pair were nearly untouchable on the ice. It’s as if they had twin telepathy, always scoring points off of one another. He shucked his own gloves off and started a fight with another player for the hell of it, living up to his nickname ‘bloodshed.’ It looks like he’s taking on one of the Vanserra brothers, the younger, Lucien. 

You don’t know what the hell their mother ate when she was pregnant with them, three of her seven sons in the NHL. Eris, the eldest, plays on the Auburn Foxes, while her second born, Pyrolas, has been with the Badgers. That is always a team you dread watching the Bats play. With the amount of fights Pyrolas starts and finishes, it’s a surprise the hot-headed player is still welcome on any team.

Azriel knocks one of Tamlin’s legs out from under him but his competitor doesn’t go down yet, keeping himself propped up on a knee. They’re punching wildly, hitting more helmets than skin, but crimson paints the ice from split knuckles.

You chew on your lip, praying that it ends soon. It’s gruesome, and now that Cassian has joined in, grinning feral with bloody teeth, other players have joined the fray. The referees are useless, and they can only watch the onslaught of Bats players fist-fighting with the Wolves.

The coaches are screaming their heads off from the benches, but there’s too much testosterone in the air for any of the players to hear, let alone take their threats seriously. You know Cassian’s going to be punished in practice for starting a team-wide brawl, and you hope Azriel won’t be added to that punishment.

Tamlin gets in a good hit to the face, cutting the bridge of Azriel’s nose on his helmet. You sigh sadly. You love his nose, all straight and perfect. Something low in your stomach twists, thinking about a scar cutting across the bridge of it. 

Azriel retaliates not with words, but his fists. He tugs the back of Tamlin’s lavender jersey over his head and pummels him, hands moving so fast the blinded player can’t keep up. His fingers scrabble for purchase, clawing into Azriel’s black jersey, but it doesn’t seem to make the man falter at all. 

Finally, Tamlin takes the fall, sliding the rest of the way to the ice. Azriel has his hand pressed to Warrick’s back, keeping him pressed to the ice, his left hand cocked, ready to deliver another blow should he need to. 

A referee skates in, pulling your boyfriend away from the felled player. He ushers Azriel to the penalty box while someone else collects his stick and gloves. Miraculously, his helmet sits on his head, and he’s handed a towel to wipe the blood from his face and knuckles, and Azriel looks beyond pissed off.

Cassian’s ejected from the game, but it doesn’t look much like he cares, receiving pats on the back and friendly shoves from his teammates. He thrives on the bloodshed, Mother help whoever locks him down. They’ll be dealing with eternally busted knuckles and missing teeth. 

The few minutes Azriel has to spend in the sin-bin are long, but at least you can take a moment to calm your racing heart, knowing he can’t start a fight while he’s in time-out for his actions.

The only thing you have to worry about is the remaining period after he gets out of it.

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Pigeon ball invitation

Masterlist Badger express ★ Blaise Zabini x Hufflepuff! reader (fem) Summary: Teaching Hufflepuff how to dance was not on Blasies to-do list  Warnings: no use of y/n,  Authors note: Haiya! This is a sequel series to the whole delivery one. This one is gonna focus on the boys separately! hope you enjoy it! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) word count: 1.1k Song: Box - NCT Dream

Blaise comes from a rich family. Yes, he knows their wealth comes from his mother's multiple husbands. But he was not going to spoil her fun. What was spoiling his however was attending all these balls and events.  And one thing he despised even more was dancing. That's why he was frustrated as we watched the Hufflepuff girl glide on the floor. His head hung low as he watched her trip over her own feet.

Why he even agreed to teach her is beyond him. Maybe she batted her eyelashes at him or promised him a free delivery service. He can't remember.

“How are you this bad? I've seen you balance on a flying broom.” He says rubbing his temples. The girl stops and looks at him with a pout. 

“That's easier.” She argues back.

“ How is balancing on a moving stick easier than moving around a solid ground.” She shrugs unable to answer him. 

Right now, she was contemplating her choice of a teacher. She could have asked any of the boys really, she just wasn't sure anyone could teach her ballroom dancing but Blaise.

“Okay, one more time. And please, try to remember the steps.” He says and waves his wand so that the music plays. The girl just sings and makes her to the dummy that has been her dancing partner for the past 30 minutes.

The first few steps are now engraved in her memory and she has no problem dancing that part. It's the twist that comes after, somehow she always manages to twist her feet together. Just as she did now, in panic she even managed to trip the dummy, making it fall. When Blaise heard the thud he did not even need to turn around.

The girl looks at him with an awkward smile. He wants to say something and express his frustration, but she cuts him off.

“Maybe if I was dancing with a human!” She hurls out before thinking. That stops him in his tracks, she's not wrong. Maybe if he has her dancing with someone she will be less likely to trip them and make them face the floor. Yes, it was like 99% she would, but not 100.

“Nobody is willing to risk their feet-”

“You could.”

“EH?” He stops in his tracks. Once again, she is right. It's starting to get on his nerves. He sighs and makes his way to her.

“Fine. But only once.” He says and the girl nods. He grabs one hand to his and places the other one on her waist. She smiles up at him, making it obvious she finally got what she wanted. Blaise just huffs.

“Don't look at your feet too much.” She looks up at him to argue but just nods when she sees his serious face. With a simple wave of his wrist, the music starts to play and they start to dance. As always the first few steps are done correctly and with no problem. 

He could see the girl was more nervous with every second they got closer to the twist. They got into positions and he listed his arms so she could twirl around. Her skirt flowed a bit. At the last second her feet tangled a bit, but Blaise was prepared. Not wanting to embrace her, and frankly not wanting to dance anymore he quickly stabled her by her waist and continued to dance. Giving her a mere second to comprehend what was happening before she had to follow his lead.

When he looked down he could see her smiling seemingly proud of herself. That prompted a smile on his face too. They continued dancing and when the song was nearing the end, he knew what he had to do.

on the last note, he stopped in his tracks and pulled her closer to her body. She did not even have time to react before he dipped her. Wide eyes met his leisurely smile.

“This was not in the original dance.” She says holding on to him for her dear life. She may be a witch but she is not immune to bruises. He just shrugs. Their faces were so close he could feel her talking before he heard it.

“I guess not.” With that, he straightens them up, but not letting her go just yet.  She just looks at him as he swings them in this makeshift hug.

“That was hard.” She whispers just enough for him to hear. He lets out a laugh that rings throughout the whole ballroom.

“Wait till you have to do in a dress and heels.” He says and takes a few steps away from her. She lets out a whine at his words. He once again laughs. Holding his hand out for her to take. He was well aware he said only once, but he hoped she did not register that and he could impress her more. She takes it, getting into positions again.

A coo is heard throughout the ballroom making them stop in their tracks. Suddenly from one of the open windows,  a dove comes down with a little paper wrapped around his leg.

“A pigeon?” he asks and the girl gives him a dirty look, before reaching into her pocket and giving the dove a treat while taking the note.

“A dove, I use them when someone can't reach me. Or when I need to deliver outside of school.” She explains making him look at her weirdly.

“We have owls?” He says and she just mumbles about it not being her style. An idea popped up in his head. He runs to his bag and quickly scribbles something on a piece of paper. He runs back and hands it to the girl. She looks at him confused and she just flashes his smile.

“I do have a free delivery, no?” he asks and she just sighs and nods taking the note from him. She goes to put it in her pocket but he stops her.

“I need it to reach my mom,” he says and her eyes just widen. Before she can ask he shooks his head and answers her.

“You have about the same foot size, she might have some shoes that would feel nice while dancing.” He says and her eyes widen again.

“How do you know this stuff?” She asks but ties the note to the dove before letting it fly away.

“God forbid man express an ounce of girlish whimsy.” He says rolling his eyes. Before extending his hand to her for another dance. She hesitates but takes it nonetheless.

“With no dipping?”

“With all the dipping honey.”

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purple || sal fisher x gender neutral reader

fluff

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I unlock the door with shaky hands before stepping into our shared apartment.

"Are you sure?" I say, turning to Sal as I kick my shoes off at the door. He nods and unbuckles his prosthetic, setting it down on the coffee table.

"You don't have to, you know," I mumble as I head to the bathroom with the paper bag.

"I know," he says matter-of-factly, trailing behind me. I roll my eyes as I set the bag on the sink before kneeling down to rummage through the cabinets for my supplies. "But I wanna match," he grins lopsidedly into the mirror, running his fingers through his pigtails.

I chuckle softly and stand up with two hair dye bowls in hand. Sal wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder, watching me. I smile softly, leaning into his touch.

"Why do we need two?" he asks curiously.

"Well, you got a lotta hair, babe. The dye's not gonna all fit in one bowl," I explain as I reach into the paper bag and pull out two bottles of hair color: Ppl Eater and Front Row from Good Dye Young.

I look up into the mirror, taking in both of our reflections. My hair was a freshly-dyed vibrant red-violet. It had been blue for months until I decided to dye it purple on a whim yesterday. Sal came home from Larry's that night and pouted, complaining that we didn't match anymore. This morning, he'd asked me if I would help him dye it purple. I hesitated at first as he'd only ever had blue in the time I'd known him, but he badgered me until I agreed.

I run my fingers through his blue hair one last time.

"I'm gonna miss it. Larry's not even gonna recognize you," I chuckle. Sal grins and tightens his grip around me.

"Larry can kiss my ass for all I care. I wanna match with my beautiful partner." He presses a kiss to my neck, eliciting a soft giggle from me. "Can't have you looking better than me, can we?" he teases.

"Watch yourself there, hotshot," I say with a smirk, rolling my eyes. Sal laughs, the sound reverberating into my back.

I start to squeeze the color into the bowls and mix the two colors together, trying to match the red-violet shade of my own hair. After a few minutes, I've gotten as close as I think I can get. I look up at Sal.

"Whatcha think?" I hold the brush up, letting a glob of hair dye fall back into the bowl. It makes a loud plop, splattering several droplets on the white sink. I grimace.

"I think we're not getting our deposit back," Sal quips. I stick my tongue out at him.

"That was gone the first time I dyed my hair in this apartment," I reply. Sal chuckles.

"I'm ready now if you are." I look at him.

"Fuck yeah," he says excitedly, nodding.

"Sit down, and we can get started." I gesture to the closed toilet seat lid. He kisses my cheek and lets go of me, sitting down. I gently pull the ponytail holders out of his pigtails.

"Ow!" he exclaims dramatically. I roll my eyes.

"So whiney," I tease. He pouts playfully at me. I laugh and take out the second pigtail. I rustle his hair a little. He smiles up at me.

"Gotta say goodbye to my blue-haired boy."

"Hey, you didn't let me say goodbye to my blue-haired lover," he reminds me.

"I've been a thousand colors, love. I didn't think you'd be so attached to my blue," I say as I section his hair up with a claw clip.

"Well, when you dyed it blue, I couldn't look at my hair without thinking of you," he says softly. "I liked that."

I blush slightly, my heart fluttering at his sweet words. I smile at him softly and press a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

"You're sweet. Now's your last chance to back out though," I tell him as I give the hair color one last stir before grabbing the brush and bringing it towards his head.

"Nope." He shakes his head with a grin. I laugh and apply the first streak of color onto the back of his hair.

I carefully start working the color into his blue hair, being more attentive than when I'm doing my own hair.

"This is gonna take a while. Wanna put on some music?" I ask as I apply the color in sections.

Sal nods, pulling out his phone and connecting to my speaker. After a moment, one of my favorite songs, "Black No. 1" by Type O Negative, starts playing. I chuckle softly.

"This song always reminds me of you," he smiles up at me.

"I haven't had black hair in years though," I tell him. He shrugs.

"Maybe we can do that next."

"Oh, a black-haired Sally Face would be unstoppable," I grin at him. He blushes slightly.

"You think?" he says softly. He always struggled to receive compliments, but so did I.

"I know. You'd be the ultimate emo boy," I tease, biting my tongue.

"I am NOT emo!" he exclaims. I laugh loudly. "I am punk rock, you bastard."

I laugh again as I apply more color.

"Uh-huh." He glares up at me. I grin. "I know you're not." He nods, satisfied by my answer. "But you know what song reminds me of you?"

He glares up at me again with a playful and curious expression in his eyes. "What song?"

I giggle and gesture for his phone. He sighs and hands it to me. I laugh to myself as I add a certain song to the queue. I set his phone down with a mischievous grin. He narrows his eyes at me.

"What song?" he asks again.

"Patience, Sally," he rolls his eyes at me. I continue coloring his hair, finishing up the back and moving on to a new section.

The Type O Negative song continues, and I forget that I added a song to the queue until after the eleven-minute song finishes. "Emo Boy" by Ayesha Erotica starts playing. I laugh to myself as Sally groans and blushes, glaring at me.

"I hate you," he mumbles, trying to suppress the smile tugging on his lips.

"Sure you do."

He shakes his head playfully and laughs, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards him to stand in between his legs. He wraps his arms around me and rests his head on my chest.

"You're lucky I love you," he mumbles into me. I yelp slightly, cold purple hair color getting on my white shirt.

"Sally!" I groan. He laughs and looks up at me with a smirk.

"Oops," he says sarcastically.

"You're lucky I love you." I repeat his words with a smile, not really caring that much about the shirt.

"Yes, I am," he says softly as he pulls me closer.

~~

this is my first tumblr fic ! (i wrote on wattpad back in the og days)

hope y'all enjoy! should i do a nsfw part two?

also requests are open !

<3

[kitashousewife]

be mine

an: heehee happy valentines day! there is still more to come so don't worry i'm not stopping here

pairings: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: little angst, lots of fluff, lots of pet names, confessions of feelings

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the steady drum of volleyballs hitting the hardwood floor distracts atsumu's thoughts for a while. soles squeaking, teammates shouting, and the tune of the coach's whistle bouncing off of the walls. he's finally out of his head.

but, as always, the regular discussions in the locker room pull him right back in.

"how long has it been? three months? and you still haven't asked her out?"

atsumu hums, shutting his locker and giving hinata an exhausted look. "yeah, since before christmas."

"what's the hold-up?" bokuto pats atsumu on the back with wiggling eyebrows. "is little 'tsumie afraid?"

that makes him irritated. he knows he should have made things official weeks ago. the badgering isn't helping, though.

"shut up," he huffs and hides a frown with the hoodie that's pulled over his head. "until ya get a girlfriend kotaro, i don't wanna hear shit."

bokuto whistles. "okay, okay. but seriously, what's the issue?"

atsumu thinks for a second. he's honestly not really sure. he's been meaning to, he just can't find the right time.

but, he's pretty sure that's just an excuse.

"you don't have an excuse miya," sakusa smirks as they walk towards the parking lot. "i agree kotaro, i think he's scared."

"no!" atsumu quips, a little quickly. "i mean, i don't know. i really don't know. i want to, i just...can't."

"is it her? does she want to? are you getting mixed signals?" hinata rests against the hood of his car.

"no, she's always happy to talk to me. she gets excited to see me, buys me dinner, and responds immediately. she's perfect."

"soooo," sakusa raises his eyebrows. atsumu sighs.

"i just don't want to disappoint her."

his stomach flips. he's thought about it for months at this point. he wanted to make you his before the first date was over. but, his past got in the way, clouding his confidence just a touch.

past girls using him for the little money he makes. some girls accusing him of spending too much time at volleyball, and not providing enough attention. others just in it for attention, lusting after the instagram posts and twitter updates with their faces in them.

atsumu wants you to be his, and he doesn't want you to leave.

"atsumu, it's been three months. i think she knows you by now. besides, if she was interested in you for the wrong reasons, wouldn't she have left by now?" bokuto's words help atsumu to relax a little.

"yeah, yer right. god, what do i even do? i feel like a fuckin' high schooler," he whines, throwing his bag into his car.

"you're in luck. valentine's day is tomorrow, which means you have the perfect reason," sakusa slides into his car. "c'mon miya, where's your romantic side?"

atsumu thinks about that the entire drive home. he doesn't know what to do. he considers taking you out to a nice dinner, somewhere fancy and luxurious. but, reservations have probably been booked for months. he thinks about using a card, but that's lame. really, he wants to call you for advice, just like he does with everything, but that won't work.

he throws himself on his bed with a sigh.

maybe he'll never ask.

little does he know, you're in the same boat.

sitting cross-legged in the middle of your bedroom floor, you look like an art project gone wrong. glue sticks, markers, and different shades of pink cardstock litter the ground hiding the failed cards and notes from before. you sigh, putting the finishing touches on what you hope to be the final product.

a small, pink card with a bumble bee and hearts with the words bee mine in shaky cursive underneath. you're still deciding what to fill the inside with.

you don't want to say too much, but you also want to make sure you get your feelings out. it's been almost six weeks, and atsumu still hasn't made things official with you. you see him at least three times a week, he takes you to dinner but never calls them dates. he invites you to parties, event dinners, and even took you to his cousin's wedding last weekend.

what's taking him so long?

as soon as you see the clock on the wall, you groan. atsumu should be here any minute, and you haven't written a word on his card yet. he asked you if he could come over tonight, saying he was dying to see ya. since it's the night before valentines, you decide this may be your only shot. you quickly scribble something down, hearing his footsteps through the thin walls of your apartment. quick hands shove the evidence into a garbage bag before you scurry to wash up.

"honey, i'm home!" atsumu sings as he opens the door. "wait! close yer eyes!"

"why should i listen to someone who just entered my home without permission?" you say, eyes firmly closed from your spot on the couch.

"yet, ya listened anyway huh?" he teases when you flip him off from the couch. "keep em' closed pretty. i'm not ready yet."

your heart beats a little quicker. "o-okay, but i have to tell you something."

"alright sweetheart. just a second," he grunts, tripping over the strings of the five heart balloons that he holds in his left hand. he shuffles over to you at sets down a container of chocolate-covered strawberries (that he had to beg osamu to make), and a dozen roses. you smile when you hear the crinkle of cellophane.

atsumu's stomach is doing flips, but he can't do this anymore.

"okay, you can open." his voice sounds a lot more nervous than he would've liked. when you open them, he can't quite read your face.

"atsumu," you breathe. you aren't sure where to look.

"i know, it's a lot, but listen," he flops down next to you, grabbing your hands in his. "i didn't want to be lame but, i just wanted to tell you."

"okay," you ease him on. he takes a deep breath, before smiling wide.

"i think that ya have got to be the most beautiful girl i have ever seen in my life," he looks at you with hearts in his eyes. "from the moment i met ya, i wanted to make ya mine. i want to be the one ya come home to after a long day, i want to see ya in the stands during my games with my jersey on," his cheeks get a little pink.

"i want ya to be mine. my girlfriend."

"atsumu," you breathe, just like before. this time is a little more shaky, but with a bigger smile. "i want to be yours. i want you to be mine."

he laughs running his hand through his hair. "really?"

you nod, holding his face in your hands.

"really," you smile, pulling him in for a kiss. atsumu doesn't pull away until he absolutely has to, wanting to drown in this moment and keep it forever.

"baby, i don't think ya know how happy i am right now," he really can't stop smiling, no matter how hard he tries. he feels like a weight has been lifted off of his chest, amazed at the instant relief he feels after telling you.

"you didn't have to do all of this!" you pull at the balloons, watching them bounce off of one another.

"yes i did! plus, ya gotta try one of these. my brother made 'em and they're amazin'." you reach down to grab one, but he stops you.

"let me grab one!" you giggle, but he smirks.

"what's in your hand?"

you freeze, forgetting all about the card that rests between your fingertips.

"nothing."

"oh c'mon angel, lemme see!"

you shake your head, but he persists.

"why not!"

"because it's stupid, especially compared to all of this!" you gesture towards the flowers and berries.

"please," he begs, giving you a large pout. you roll your eyes.

"fine, but save the comments for yourself. i worked really hard on it."

atsumu pulls the card from it's envelope slowly before giving a quiet gasp.

"i know, i know, it looks like a preschooler did it. just give it back and-"

"are ya kidding me?" he practically shrieks. "this is goin' straight on my locker. 'gonna tape it right to the front."

"are you serious?"

"mhm," he hums, smirking when he reads the inside of the card.

happy valentine's day atsumu. you're the most handsome man i've ever met, and the funniest too. i hope that you will "bee mine" once and for all.

"what's so funny?"

"nothin', i'm just thinkin' that you might have a crush on me."

you roll your eyes, scooching a little closer to him on the couch. he wraps his arms around you and plants a kiss on top of your head.

"for the record, i have a crush on ya too. a huge one."

[venusbyline]

Fire ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 18, oct.

(late post)

— pairing: Daemon Targaryen x niece!reader

— type: smut, dark, Kinktober (House of the Dragon Edition)

— kink: primal play + breath play

— summary: Daemon wants his other niece to release the dragon fire within her. But things go too far when she stabs him after he leaves Rhaenyra's wedding ceremony early.

— word count: 1.6k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 18th day, Targcest (uncle/niece), female!reader, dark!Daemon, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, dubcon, primal play, breath play, age gap (older man/younger woman), choking, degradation, vaginal sex, rough sex, loss of virginity, corruption kink, crying, dacryphilia, nipple play, fighting, blood kink, blood licking, violence, head injury, chasing, sexism, underage sex, creampie, breeding kink, overstimulation, dumbification, semi-public sex, curse words, manipulation, stabbing, family issues, sadism, Rhaenyra Targaryen mentioned, minor Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen, ambiguous/open ending, dom!Daemon, sub!reader, canon divergence, porn with plot. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @baybaybear1 @blessedbymoon @p45510n4f4shi0n @lina-lovebug @moonnicole @badger-reads @turdettethefirst

— crossposting: AO3

After Daemon's involvement with Rhaenyra, you tried to confront him. You were furious with him, already knowing everything he had done to cause that chaos in your older sister's life and now she was paying the price, being forced to marry your cousin Laenor Velaryon.

Even though you were a year younger than Rhaenyra, you were not surprised when rumors about her and Daemon started flying around King's Landing. Your uncle's obsession with her, the heir to the Iron Throne, the future Queen, was nothing new to anyone. You sometimes wondered if all that fire and passion that Daemon seemed to feel for your sister was just because of her personality itself or if it was also an unconscious way of him trying to get as close as possible to the crown.

When Daemon left her wedding ceremony early, you took advantage of the lords and ladies being drinking, dancing or gossiping so you could go after Daemon. You had prepared for this, disguising yourself and being almost an exact, shorter copy of your uncle. It did not take long for you to make it out of the castle and have your sword at Daemon's throat, your anger clear in your tone as you whispered how he had probably ruined your sister's life forever.

He was not surprised by your audacity and lack of respect. In fact, his biggest surprise was that you really had bravery to confront him. You have always been in Rhaenyra's shadow. Never the firstborn and heir, like her. And never the desired son, like little Aegon. You were... Just you. Your less daring personality made Daemon rarely notice you. All he knew was that you were very beautiful, even though he did not like your judgmental and calmer manner.

He wanted you to release the dragon fire that ran in your blood, in your veins. And that is exactly what you were doing.

When Daemon chased you through the disgusting corridors of Flea Bottom, your heart was racing. You could see the confused and even amused looks from the drunken commoners as you screamed, running desperately to try and hide from your angry uncle. You had crossed a line, you knew it. You had gone too far, the wish to be noticed and have your worth proven had spoken louder than your common sense.

You planned to confront him, threaten him for sealing your sister's fate with a such cruel and selfish way, tell him that Viserys was right about him wanting the throne, not his daughter. However, you did not plan on sticking the sword in your uncle's waist. It had been an impulsive thought, the result of your dark and sensitive emotions after he taunted you about your insignificance to the entire family. He always saw you as a dull shadow of your older sister. Rhaenyra was always busy with Daemon and never really bothered trying to pay attention to you since both of you grew up. Your mother Aemma died and left behind a trauma in your life. Your half-siblings were just babies. And your father Viserys was too busy protecting his firstborn and future queen.

As stupid as it could be, the only person who still cared a little about your existence was your stepmother Alicent. Despite being Rhaenyra's former best friend, you were easier to get along with. You were not impulsive and obsessed with Daemon, and you had not been angry about her marriage to your father, after all, it is not like she had much of a choice.

But no one else in all of Westeros cared about your existence, to the point that Viserys had not even considered marrying you yet.

You hated being seen as Rhaenyra's shadow, especially because you loved your sister despite everything. Then when Daemon pointed out your insignificance and added about being surprised by your boldness, your stomach twisted and you stabbed the blade of your sword into his waist, catching him off guard. It had not been a blow strong enough to make him almost bleed to death or anything like that. However, it had been enough to awaken the dragon within his uncle.

And it caused you to run through the streets, screaming and trying to run away from Daemon Targaryen like a fragile, vulnerable lamb. The chase lasted more than thirty minutes. Daemon was proud about you, he had to admit. He thought you would give in or fall to the floor any moment ago, but you never did. You managed to evade him for the entire thirty minutes. He did not even feel the pain of the cut anymore, despite the blood smeared on his disguise.

Once Daemon finally managed to catch up to you, both of you were in a secluded part, away from all the drunks who walked around like annoying spirits. His large hand grabbed the back of your neck, your smaller body being thrown across the dead end, the sound of your bones hitting the ground almost scared himself. Daemon did not usually hesitate when it came to hurting someone, but despite your fucking insolence, killing the King's daughter would not be forgiven, even if you were the insignificant one.

Then he took a deep breath, approaching you, who was stunned on the floor. He saw the blood dripping from your head, but he also saw that you were conscious and not only terrified, but angry too, the dragon fire in your violet eyes making him smirk. "Yeah, good girl." Daemon mocked, pulling you by the neck and keeping you upright, his bloody hands squeezing your throat so you could not escape, limiting the air from your already weak lungs. "Wake up the dragon inside you, sweet one. Let me find out if you are worth tasting or if you really are just a waste of time."

Your head was still dizzy, your vision was so blurry as you felt Daemon's hand pressed to your mouth to muffle the loud sounds that escaped your lips. He had already been in enough trouble involving Rhaenyra and that damn brothel. He did not need more commoners commenting on the fact that his other niece was moaning like a little whore every time his hips hit you rough.

His cock was being crushed by your little cunt, he could feel your warm walls squeezing him, the sensation of your wetness mixing with the blood that dripped during his movements. Daemon was no fool, he always knew you were a virgin. Untouchable by any other man. Until then, he had never created any real desire to corrupt you, his mind too focused on Rhaenyra for him to consider looking away. The combination of the sensation of your cunt and the pleasure of taking your blood just like you had done to him before was motivating him to continue. He wanted to take you to your limit.

"Seven Hells. Look at you..." Daemon growled between moans, his hand that was covering your mouth now coming down to grip your neck, while the other had fun exploring your pretty nipples. "Bleeding on your uncle's cock like a fucking stupid whore." The scoff was followed by a tighter grip on your throat, your eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck you like an animal, his balls slapping your thighs and ass so hard you did not even know how he had not already ripped you in half. You felt like your core could tear at any moment.

"D-Daemon..." Your whimper came out strangled, your fingers gripping the masculine shirt of your disguise clothes, trying to ground yourself in reality and not let yourself lose consciousness. You did not know if you should want to go through with it. You did not know if it was right to want Daemon to continue treating you like that, giving you a handout of attention for the first time in all your years of life. Gods, you hated him. He hated you too. You were Rhaenyra's shadow and she was Daemon's shadow. Rhaenyra was everything you wanted to be. And Daemon was everything Rhaenyra wanted to be.

"Just relax, sweet one." Daemon's words sounded breathless, both because of the movements and the slight twinge of pain in his wound, but there was no way that would make him stop. He felt your cunt spasming around his big thick cock, trying to get used to being filled for the first time. You knew that no one else in the world would fuck you like this, like an animal. Like a dragon. "You feel so good, little dragon. I never imagined I would say that, but I could get used to this thing, you know that? Fucking you, corrupting you, hurting you..." Daemon teased, his blood-filled fingers pressing one of your breasts until leaving marks from his nails on your soft skin, your face pressed against the alley wall, hurting your delicate face and increasing Daemon's arousal.

You felt the moment Daemon came, his white and warm essence filling you and making your legs shake from the overstimulation, as Daemon continued fucking you, pushing his seed even deeper. "Well, perhaps you will be a good replacement after all. Perhaps I should let you carry my heirs, princess. What do you think about that, insolent little niece?" You ignored his mockery, the bruises on your cheek burning with the tears that flowed, both of pleasure and sadness, anger and pain. You hated that. You loved that. You hated Daemon. You wanted Daemon. It was all so confusing that Daemon laughed out loud when you finally came around him, your tight and sensitive little cunt milking him.

Daemon's tongue licked the bloody wound on the back of your head and you moaned at the burn. "That is right, my new little dragon. You are so easy to claim. I guess I might start to like all of this."

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[honey-minded-hivemind]

*becky and reader fighting/arguing*

“Here comes Logan with a steel chair”

All jokes aside it would be so scary if all of the X-men had places around and in readers house that they haunt. Like Kurt crawls around on the ceilings or hides in the closet or under the bed, we already know morph follows them to work, Logan haunt the woods and the backyard, there would be no place in that house where you would be alone or…safe?

Oooooo... (Logan is coming with his claws after Becky, just watch him-) You're right. Usually they come in either in a small group of three, or only one at a time. But since you've mentioned this... let's explore which characters investigate which parts of Reader's apartment:

Scott: He investigates everywhere. Your living room? He's looked through all of your books and tapes, and happily notes you have the same taste as you did with them. Your pantry l? He's tutting and making note to get Morph or Logan or Gambit to snag you some real food if they go past your home. Your bathroom? He makes sure you have essentials, and removes any razors or anything sharp or potentially dangerous. Your bedroom/storage room? He hates how bare it is, and doesn't like you don't have a bed. If he visits at night, he's usually sitting next to you, putting your head in his lap amd stroking your hair, trying to calm down...

Jean: She sticks to your kitchen and bedroom/living room. She's making notes, communicating to the others what you have, how similar you are to the Reader they remember you being, and if they need to watch out for signs of depression, anxiety, or self-harm. She's fixed dinner a few nights, simply setting it up in a way that is the least suspicious, getting a fake note saying a neighbor wanted to send you a welcome gift~♡

Logan: He's checking the woods behind your apartment, he's scouring the entire neighborhood, and he's guarding your living room and sleeping area. Gets rid of any pests pests as snakes or burglars, collects rocks or bones or any odd bits you might appreciate, and scares off anyone who tries to knock on your door or break in at night. During the day, a few people thought he was a rabid bear or badger, but he doesn't care, as long as you're safe and any threats are dEAd- (will rub your back in your sleep, trying to ease any pain, and will purr or chuff if you're crying in your sleep)...

Morph: They're following you everywhere, of course~! In the house, they're taking care of any pests or chores, trying to make it feel more comfortable. At your job, they're helping you and handling more annoying customers, especially BecKy- (they hate her, and plan to rid the both of you of her). When you have the odd day off, they're taking you out to enjoy nature walks, going to an arcade, or eating at some nice diner or Cafe or getting some McDuncans. During the day or night when they aren't with you or taking care of pests, they're inspecting your home and getting rid of anything that could hurt you (they don't like that knife you had, they will nOt leT YoU HuRt yOursElf-!)...

Gambit: He's in your kitchen or your closet, or is out exploring the town. Gets extra foods for you, stocks your pantry or freezer, sets a pot of soup soup boil or a roast to cook, Gambit is making sure your fed. He's found a few old boxes in your closet, an extra book full of drawings you'd made (when he sees its them, the X-Men and a few others, he's speeding it back to the others). He helps keep the crime down in your area, feeds some stray animals, then always wanders back to your home, clicking the door shut and making sure your tapes are ready to play~ (he tucks blankets around you, adding a few extra pillows when you aren't looking or aren't home)...

Rogue: She's investigating your bathroom, your living room, and the shadier parts of your area. In your bathroom, she adds some soaps, but overall doesn't mess with much, while when in town, she's hinting fown dangerous criminals and making sure they don't ever get near your home or job or you. In the afternoon she keeps an eye on your living room, looming at the few pictures on the wall and messing with your plushies. (When you sleep she tends to pat your head, then sneaks out to take care of any problems...)...

Nightcrawler: He's on your roof, on your ceiling, is in the woods, and just goes wherever he can. Your ceiling is where he hides if you're awake when home and he's not left yet, and watches you from there, wishing he could wrap you up in a hug. When you're out, he's rifling through your clothes, your boxes, your pantry, your plushies, anything to know who you are here and if you're still you (he's pleasantly surprised to see your tastes are the same, less happy to see your memory isn't always good or that you sometimes break down when something is out of place or the TV seems too much...)

Storm: She investigates your living room, bit otherwise doesn't go much anywhere else, unless it's your bedroom/storage room. She's adding blankets over you as you sleep, she's leaving a few gifts scattered in places you'll find them, and makes sure the weather isn't too bright for your newly sensitive eyes and that the weather doesn't harm you. Has added an extra pot of stew to your kitchen. (She sings to you sometimes when you're asleep, it reminds her of old times with you)...

Beast: He's checking your medicine cabinet, your entire kitchen amd bathroom, and is taking enough notes on your health, what you eat, your symptoms, and any medicine you have or any used products. (He is NOT happy to see a that you hid a bloodstained towel, he's telling Scott to keep any sharp objects away from you). Leaves you books books knows you used to like, and gets Morph to sometimes give you better medicine hidden in food or drinks (it's to ease any pain from your mutations coming back and the withdrawal, all caused by Sinister's pills). Is stocking your first aid kit, making a list of foods and meals for Gambit, Morph, Logan and Scott to get you or make, and tells everyone to watch out for any signs your mutations are coming back...

Jubilee: She's looking through your closet, and once or twice looked at your job. She steals a hoodie of yours, wanting to have a piece of you with her and the others to hug, and leaves a plushie of you (your character). Left some candy behind, gossioed with Morph when she comes by, and once or twice scared off some punk who was trying to sneak behind your house. (She noticed you wore the charm bracelet from when you were them, and immediately gasps, alerting the others to it-)...

Bonus:

Magneto: He's looking everywhere in your entire town and it's surrounding environment. Any dangerous electronics or plumbing or wiring he can fix, it's done. Your neighbors or any abusive or toxic family come by, he's quick to terrify them (and set them up to he arrested or to be caught by the others, whichever is worse for them). If you have an iron deficiency, he knows it, and gets Morph or Beast to leave you some iron deficiency pills. (Has also met Becky, hates her, let Morph or Logan or someone else take care of her while he ruins her car)...

Sabretooth: He's exploring every dark crack, each tree, each dark alley, anywhere and everywhere he can find. Any dangerous sorts about to rob your job? He's gutting them in thr back of an alley where no one can hear them scream. Becky hurt you? When Morph or Logan's dome scaring her, ol' Sabretooth is visiting her to cut out that nasty tongue of hers, and rips her nails off. A rattlesnake was too close to your apartment? It's head rolls off into the woods, while he crushes the body between his claws as it wriggles in its last moments. Someone was harassing you? ... There is nothing left but a few bones and blood smears once he's had his turn at them. Nothing hurts you, nothing breathes wrong against you, nothing can even look at you wrong without earning his wrath (you're his kit, weren't you, why can't you remember him remember them why can't you coMe hOmE aLReaDy-?!)... He leaves a few pieces of meat for you to eat, as well as a rabbit's foot...

( @thewickedweiner @sugar-soda @weebwholovesuchihasasuke What do y'all think? Who would you hate to see in the middle night as you woke up from a nightmare? And which one do you think is the most dangerous?)

[sinfullyrosey]

Feral Follies - Part 1

Floyd Leech X GN!Honey Badger!Reader

Warnings: Biting, Violence, Enemies to Lovers (who are still enemies), Hate Fucking, Rough Sex, Dom!Floyd (he tops), Dom!Reader, Eel Slime as Lube (sorry not sorry)

No smut in this part, but will in the next. I haven’t really been posting any big fics as of lately due to school, so wanted to get something out there, even if it’s not any actual smut.

Also, it’s a chance for me to try something different by asking ya’ll whether or not I should give Reader male or female genitalia for part 2 of this fic. Originally, I was just going to have the scene play out and not specify anything, but I got stuck writing it and now am considering giving ‘em female bits just to make things easier on me. Or should I stick to my original plan and leave it up in the air? I’ll be able to be more descriptive with an actual set of naughty bits.

I’ll try not to use any pronouns regardless of the final outcome though.

Your relationship with the infamous Floyd Leech is rather… complicated to say the least. The two of you didn’t have the best foot forward when meeting and this had undoubtedly caused a sort of heated rivalry between you and the Leech brother.

It had been during lunch, while you were walking over to your dormmates’ table, food in hand, when you noticed a tall, Octavinelle student looming over your friend. Said friend was cowering from the looming figure, while a few of your dormmates bristled and snarled at the stranger but didn’t move to defend the quivering beastman.

This didn’t sit well with you, so you hurried over to the table and put your tray down, before climbing onto the table to gain some leverage. This got the attention of everyone at the table, including your friend and the stranger, and before the tall asshole could say anything, you promptly bit into his shoulder without any warning, just like how you were taught back home.

All hell broke loose after that, students were panicking and hollering as the scene unfolded before them. The student, who you currently were latched onto, didn’t take too kindly to your actions and retaliated in turn. He growled and grabbed at you, attempting to pry you off, swearing at you as he did so.

You responded by biting down harder, drawing a few more droplets of blood.

The next of what happened was a bit of a blur as you had been rather blinded by your initial fury during the whole ordeal. You remember the student trying to bite you back but being unable to reach your shoulder or neck properly. He settled for simply clawing and punching at you, and at some point, began wrestling your still latched on form to the ground.

He was on top of you, trying to smother you under his weight by the time faculty arrived. A few other students also from his dorm arrived, attempting to break you two apart without getting caught in the crossfire themselves. There was even one of them who looked oddly like the jerk you were mentally maiming, though he kept his distance and tried to defuse the situation with words aimed at his lookalike.

Eventually staff was able to pull you off him and separate the two of you before matters really got out of hand. It was a wonder how neither of you got expelled, but from the looks the headmaster gave, it appeared this wasn’t the first time this sort of occurrence happened involving the said Octavinelle student.

Crowley left you off with a warning and said that since it was only you and the other who got injured and there was no property damage, you only had to help clean the cafeteria for two weeks.

Whatever, at least that jerkwad got what was coming to him, so it was worth the punishment.

Since that day, the student you now knew as Floyd, had taken to referring to you as “Barracuda” in reference to your feisty nature and stubborn, yet powerful bite. You didn’t much care for such nickname, especially after learning that the name was slightly derogatory on his part, a way to belittle and distant you from him.

No matter, you took to referring to him as “Kinyesi” in return, an obviously derogatory term of your own. He didn’t catch on until much later when one of Savanaclaw’s students told him what the term directly translated to.

Though your relationship didn’t stop at just name calling, oh no no, it spread into verbal and physical confrontations as well. That first fight in the cafeteria certainly wasn’t your last. You and Floyd had gotten into plenty of other fights over the past few months, usually taking place outside of class, away from the other students and staff. Rarely did you two ever get in a brawl where you could get caught and sent to the headmaster again.

And yet, the bruises and scars still painted a very vivid picture to anyone who saw them to what has been occurring between the two of you since that first fight. Your arms, face, and torso were littered with healed scratch marks and bitemarks. The same was for Floyd, accept he was the only one with a deep bitemark scar on his shoulder. The mereel still hadn’t managed to pay you back for that one.

That is, until today.

Floyd managed to get the upper hand by ambushing you while you were alone in one of the infrequently used hallways on campus. He snuck up behind you and unsuspectingly picked up your smaller frame by your underarms and slammed your back against the wall.

Your bag clattered to the floor in the process and your head spun from the impact. Once you gathered your bearings, you glared up at that stupidly, toothy grin of his.

“Hehe, hi little Barracuda.~”

You huffed, baring your fangs, ears flattened backwards in a warning to back off. Floyd was unfazed by the threat, more so amused.

“Fuck off, Kinyesi.”

His grin faltered at that, but as quickly as it fell, it curled back up, wider, and more sinister. Before you could even think to react, the eel sprung forward and clamped his jaw right into your shoulder, sinking his sharp teeth into your flesh.

Your eyes widened and a sharp hiss fell past your lips. On instinct you struggled in his grip, but was unable to free yourself, let alone gain proper leverage given your dangling position. He managed to draw some blood, much like how your own bite did to him.

Your kicking and clawing did nothing to remove the eel’s maw from your shoulder, so you were left with raging insults thrown his way as you cursed him out. The bastard was unfazed by your violent attempts and only responded by gnawing at the injury, causing more jolts of pain to shoot out along your shoulder and neck area.

But as quickly as he sunk his teeth into you, Floyd soon released himself from you and pulled away to now face you once more. He had that same annoying grin on his face, this time painted in the scarlet red of your own blood.

He licked his lips.

“Now we’re even!”

He said it so nonchalantly, like a child who just hit the kid who hit them first in retaliation. He was trivializing such a brutal display like it was nothing. You couldn’t help but growl up at him, even after he placed you back down on the ground, still grinning down at you.

Your hand raised to inspect the damage. You winced at the sharp sting and hot feeling of the small amount of blood now clotting on your shoulder. Surprisingly, it wasn’t too bad, nothing compared to the nasty bite you initially gave him, anyways.

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. Why didn’t he cause more damage? Try to maul you or rip a chunk of your flesh out? He had the perfect opportunity and just, squandered it?!

“The fuck you mean, “We’re even?” You just bit my shoulder, unprompted, asshole!”

He merely shrugged as if it was obvious.

“You bit me unprompted and left a mark, so it’s only fair I do the same to you little Baracuda!~”

Your tail swayed in irritation at his response. He wasn’t entirely wrong in what he said, but you technically attacked him to defend your friend. He attacked you because he’s a psychotic, violent jerk! Yours wasn’t unprompted, but his sure as hell was!

“And now we match!”

Ears perked at the statement, and you could only look at him in complete bewilderment at what he just said. His sadistic grin had turned to one of playfulness and contentment, almost sounding, friendly in a way. Not a hint of mockery or threat could be heard in his tone. He sounded genuinely happy at what he had just proclaimed to you, as if he hadn’t just bit into your flesh like a predator starved.

“You are some next level batshit, Kinyesi.”

Weeks had gone by since that day, with little change between you and Floyd Leech. Well, on your part at least. You still hated the twin, and the two of you still had your weekly brawls that usually ended in either a draw or you, somehow, coming out on top. You still hated his guts and he still found joy in annoying you.

But recently the fights had somehow… shifted.

They were still violent and full of loathing, but it felt as if the atmosphere surrounding you two had a new air to it. Like the heat was no longer just about the animosity shared between you and him. As if something else, something new and unknown, was present whenever either of you landed a particularly harsh bite to the other.

The bites had become less painful, less about causing damage and more aimed towards a direction you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It was a foreign and strange feeling that built up in the pit of your stomach and festered there, growing hotter and hotter the more you fought.

The foundation of your and Floyd’s relationship had changed at some point and neither have properly acted on it, let alone, realized the shift.

You and the Leech brother found yourselves once again duking it out in an isolated spot on campus, away from the prying eyes of the other students and staff. Floyd had provoked you like he always did and before thinking things through, you had already tackled him to the ground, growling and spitting insults with every attack you threw his way.

In turn, he threw some of his own punches right back at you and had even managed to get you in a choke hold twice before you clawed your way back out again. Both of you were already gaining some new claw marks and bruises. Floyd was loving every second of it and acting as if you were merely play-wrestling, despite your expression saying otherwise.

He had managed to pin you to the ground once more, putting all his weight on you and holding your hands down so you couldn’t use them. You were spitting and hissing at him, trying to wiggle your hands free and bucking your hips to try and push him off of you, but to no avail.

Floyd was unfazed by your efforts and was sending a slew of mocking taunts and insults right back. His red-stained, pearly whites flashing in warning, possibly about to sink into your skin for the hundredth time. You growled, baring yours right back as if to say, “Try me, bitch.”

Your efforts to remove him caused you to feel something you hadn’t felt before. Something that was not just his flat pelvic area… Something sharper… pointier…

You suddenly froze, body on high alert and aware of something hard poking at your lower region. You sniffed at the air, picking up a distinct scent. You slowly, forcefully pulled your gaze away from his face and down towards his lower half to spot a noticeable tent peeking out from his pants. Your eyes widened and breath hitched.

“Is… is that..?”

Oh Great Sevens, he was popping a boner in the middle of your fight.

A heated flush took over your face, removing the redness from your anger and replacing it with embarrassment. Your eyes widened up at him in disbelief and disgust. His eccentric expression hadn’t changed, lips curling up wider in excitement.

“Oh, my fucking-ARE YOU TURNED ON BY THIS?!?!”

The mereel let out an uncharacteristic trill sound you hadn’t heard before and got closer to your face.

“Maybe.~”

Maybe your ass. His dick was harder than those weak attempt at cookies Kalim made for that one celebration a few weeks back. You huffed hot air into his sleazy face and hissed.

“Neee, I’m bored of our usual game, Barracuda, let’s play something more fun!~”

He proceeded to emphasize his point with a quick thrust of his clothed dick against your crotch. The contact sent a sharp jolt of heat to your lower stomach, and you bit your lip to keep any sound down.

“What are you-” You were interrupted when you took a sharp inhale at the pleasant feeling building in your nether regions.

“I’ve noticed a change in our little game, Barracuda. I’ve notices that you smell different whenever we wrestle, different than your usual smell. Your scent is more… inviting.~”

A blush rose to your cheeks. So, it wasn’t just you who’s noticed, huh? Something was different that even the eel jerk had taken notice and decided to act upon it by grinding his hips down onto you. And you’d be lying if you said this shift wasn’t in the least bit welcomed. You were still trying to wrap your mind around these newfound feelings, but his blunt advances in the matter were aiding to convince you easier.

But did you really want this, truly? With him of all people? The big bad eel of Octavinelle Dorm? The giant thorn in your side for the past month or so? The guy who got your heart racing and blood boiling in a mix of frustration and odd attraction. The one who currently was on top of you, still pinning your smaller body to the ground and grinning down at you in that charmingly condescending way.

The guy you so desperately wanted to kiss and let rail you right about now.

. . .

Ah, fuck it.

You threw all doubt to the wind and proceeded to aggressively mash your mouth against his, teeth clattering together and lips sloppily molding together in a mess of heated aggression and hormones. The eel was taken aback at first, but slowly grinned into the kiss before returning it with just as much vigor.

You moaned into the kiss, pushing your hips up to meet his own grinding thrusts. Heat started to pool inside you and spread throughout your body as Floyd let go of your hands to instead roam free and grope around your sides and butt. With your own free hands, you quickly wrapped them around his head and neck to pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

When he tried to pull away from your kiss, possibly to say something stupid or make some quip at how desperate you were being, you growled lowly before harshly biting his bottom lip. The sharp nip drew blood and got a disgruntled groan out of the taller male. His bicolored eyes leered down at you, taking it as a challenge and trying to bite into your tongue, albeit unsuccessfully. Instead, you bit his tongue, much gentler in comparison to the one you did on his lip.

His attempts made you pull away, a string of reddish-pink saliva connecting you two before breaking off. You licked the copper liquid from your lips, grinning up at him while he snarled down at you in return.

“What’s wrong, Floydy-boy, badger got your tongue?” You teased, tail wagging beneath you.

The eel huffed, but matched your smirk, lips pulling back to reveal more and more of his razor-sharp teeth in a show of challenge. A challenge you were willing to accept with just as much vigor, if not more so.

“No, but you’re about to have an eel have yours, Barracuda.”

[undead-supernova]

Masterlist

plot: when you suggest that you and Eddie should quit smoking cigarettes, Eddie struggles to believe in his capabilities. but there's just something about the way you challenge him...

pairings: modern!bestfriend!Eddie x bisexual!fem!reader

important note: this is a one-off of my High Tolerance series! Somehow I can't get enough of Eddie and Weirdo and I can't help but come back to them. (this is six months before Part 1 of the original series!)

warnings: fluffy fluff fluff fluuuuuuuuuuffffff, talking about smoking, a small argument, Southern culture, country music, reader has an accent, (why are Eddie and Weirdo so horny as friends? shouldn't they have known sooner? idiots)

wc: 2.4k

thank yew @strangergraphics for your adorable dividers!!!!

It was unusual, the way it all started.

Just a normal Tuesday with the bitter cold of January and the crowded highways blocked off by unnecessary construction. Honks muffled by the sound of Guns ‘N Roses’ “Welcome To The Jungle” coming through your speakers. You were clad in a black turtleneck and jeans. Eyes lined in black, maroon-lipped. Spiked bracelets and nine shiny rings dappling light around the car.

Eddie was riding shotgun, sighing alongside you at how slow the traffic was moving when you first said it.

“I have a proposition.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “A proposition?”

You nodded. “Yeah, and I want you to hear me out.”

“Uh, okay?” he said, unsure as to what was about to come out of your mouth.

“I think we should stop smoking cigarettes,” you stated simply, looking back at the road as you inched forward. “A New Year’s resolution.”

“Nuh-uh,” he said, throwing his hands up, his rings reflecting off yours. “No way. Nope.”

“What! Why not?” you exclaimed, now throwing your hands up before promptly putting them back on the steering wheel.

Eddie had his own reasons, like how he’d been smoking for nearly ten years and the irritation of working at a dealership where rich idiots badgered him for just doing his job. The stress of bills and keeping his music career afloat. Not to mention how fucking sweet a puff of nicotine was whenever he got drunk or cross-faded. Nothing beats that feeling. Even you knew that.

“I just don’t want to.”

“Even if I did it with you?” you asked, voice growing soft.

He looked at you, confusion falling over his features. Your eyes seemed a little solemn, like you were disappointed by his refusal. And it was in your expression that he felt drawn to the idea. Because, yeah, if you actually could stop, maybe he could, too. But…

“We wouldn’t stop smoking weed, you know,” you added, cutting off his thoughts. “Just cut out the cancer sticks.”

“It won’t be as easy for me,” he said, sighing defeatedly. “I, uh, I don’t know. It’s complicated.”

“You always doubt your own strength, I swear.” You shook your head. “You’re so smart but so, so stupid sometimes. I say that affectionately, by the way.”

Before Eddie could think about some witty comeback, he heard the sound of the next song starting. It was different from your usual genres. It was the picking of a guitar, all folky and twangy and…

Country.

“What is this?” he asked, eyeing you.

You smirked, cranking the volume up as you started singing along.

         “Well, I was raised up beneath the shade of a Georgia Pine

         and that’s home, you know

         Sweet tea, pecan pie, and homemade wine

         where the peaches grow."

Eddie groaned. “Dude, what the fuck is this?”

You merely shook your head, your tone as playful as your expression. “It’s Zac Brown Band, god dammit! Show some respect.”

He was struck by your Southern accent popping up out of seemingly nowhere. And before he could even remotely process that or protest again, you cleared your throat and started screaming.

Not singing. Screaming.

         “A LITTLE BIT OF CHICKEN FRIED

         A COLD BEER ON A FRIDAY NIGHT

         A PAIR OF JEANS THAT FIT JUST RIGHT

         AND THE RADIO UUUUUUP!”

“Please turn it off,” Eddie pleaded, dragging his hands down his face. “I think you’re killing me.”

“Nope,” you said simply. “My car, my music. It’s the least you can do when we’re stuck on this highway and you’re refusing to quit smoking without even trying.”

“Oh, come on,” Eddie huffed. “Like it’s that fucking easy.”

“Have you ever tried to stop smoking?”

Eddie thought about it for two, maybe three seconds before feeling a twinge of embarrassment.

There had never been a singular thought given to the idea of quitting. Not once. Smoking was just something he did. There wasn’t much else to it. No secret shame or guilt. No bargaining or grief. No, it was just something he did.

“No,” he admitted, avoiding your eyes. 

“At least think about it, okay?”

Eddie nodded before glancing back at you. You continued humming along to the god awful song and tapped the steering wheel, as pretty as ever. And he was surely in love with you. Really, he was. But he thought he was going to explode from how much he hated this song. It wasn’t just the sound, but the lyrics and how you knew every single one.

If he didn’t want a cigarette before, he surely wanted one now.

By the time the bridge hit, you cleared your throat, straightened your posture, and threw up a salute.

Eddie stared at you like you were crazy. “What the—”

         “I thank God for my life!

         And for stars and stripes

         May freedom forever fly, let it riiiiiiing.”

“Oh, I swear to god. I’m losing my mind.”

         “Salute the ones who died

         The ones that give their lives

         So we don’t have to sacrifice

         all the things we looooooooooove.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie decided to throw up a quick salute himself. “Aye, aye, boys. Yes, okay,” he sighed. “Can we please change it?”

You nodded then and Eddie was severely grateful to hear the beginning notes to “Rebel Girl” by Bikini Kill.

Thank god.

But you didn’t let up. “You can’t just live in the South for three years and not listen to at least one country song.”

“I did a reaaaally good job up until now.” That made you laugh. “I didn’t know you listened to country.”

“I contain multitudes, Eddie. Multitudes. Layers. Like an onion.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s in my blood. Don’t hate on country music just ‘cause you don’t get it. There’s more out there than just jeans, beer, girls, and tractors.”

“Don’t forget trucks.”

You snorted before exaggerating your accent. “Yeah, and I’ll run you over with one, boy.”

Despite his frustration at the grating music, Eddie stopped itching for a cigarette. No, the desire had disappeared entirely. He was looking at you, all giggles and lighthearted apologies, and couldn’t help but laugh along at how utterly goofy the encounter was.

And once he took a second to think about it, he realized that your accent had bled through the entire song. Your sweet little Southern accent that rarely popped out had been on full display for him and only him. That paired with your eyeliner and your spikes and your lips and your everything. It was…cute. Like, very cute.

You were always just so genuine. It was in the way you just fucking cared about things. How you just wanted to try and how it made him want to try, too. You always knew there was more inside of him than even he knew. How you did it, he couldn’t say.

It was hard to say no to you.

It was hard not to love you.

“Okay,” he said finally. “Let’s do it.”

You gawked at him, rapidly flicking your head back and forth from him to the road as traffic began to finally pick up.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And like every addiction, the first week was the hardest.

If Eddie was sitting, his legs were bouncing. If he had a moment to spare, he was drinking coffee and scarfing Red Vines. Kept a toothpick in his mouth as if it would do anything. Frustration ran down his limbs in shivers that turned into unprovoked anger. It was fucking killing him.

You weren’t doing too hot either. When you called, you complained about a sore jaw from the three packs of wintermint gum you’d gone through. Bitten cheeks and lips. Irritation from anything and everything that came across your path.

So, when you saw each other that weekend, Eddie said flat out, “I don’t wanna quit anymore.”

You dropped your scrubber back into the sink, turning your head to gawk at him in shock. Mouth wide open, showing off a pitiful piece of gum you’d been chewing on for maybe two hours.

“What?”

Eddie shrugged, suddenly intimidated by your gaze. “Don’t you think this is, I don’t know, too much?”

“Too much?” you asked, voice hardening.

“Yeah.”

“Eddie, you haven’t even tried yet.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, that incessant frustration rising up his chest and into his mouth. “I have and it’s not working.”

“You have not!” you argued, placing your hands on your hips. “It’s been a week and, yeah, this is fucking hard. But it’s just temporary. Robin said it takes at least a week or longer for it to, like, detox. Probably longer for us.”

Barking out a bitter laugh, Eddie challenged you. “What if I don’t care what Robin thinks?”

“Then you’re giving up and you’ll spend the next however many years killing your lungs because it was hard for a week.”

“You’re one to talk! You’ve smoked for the same amount of time as me.”

“And yet I’m still fighting for it.”

He watched your chewing seemingly turn aggressive, knowing that you were disappointed in him. And it was actually hurting. 

That first flare of guilt hit him then. 

“Why do you want me to quit so bad?” he wondered.

“Because I know you can do it!” you exclaimed. “This shit sucks, Eddie. I’m literally gonna lose my mind some time soon. But it’s not forever.” 

He rolled his eyes. But he realized it was most definitely a mistake when you stepped forward and put a finger to his chest, eyes locked on yours as your breath seemingly washed over his neck.

“Because after everything I know about you, your past, I know you wouldn’t be here right now if you were someone who gave up. If you didn’t fight just to try to have a better life.” Eddie stayed silent, watching your eyes grow soft. “And if you can get through all of that other shit, you sure as hell can quit smoking cigarettes.”

In that moment, Eddie couldn’t help but love you that much more. You were a challenger, a pusher. But it wasn’t unjustified and it wasn’t excessive. No, you were just a force to be reckoned with. When you knew something to be true, you hardly let up. Some called it stubbornness, but Eddie knew it to be determination.

Oh god, how he loved that about you. How you told him what to do and pushed him to do better.

And, oh god, did he have to try his hardest to stop getting a tiny bit hard thinking about it. This was not the time.

“Fine, I’ll keep trying.”

Your shoulders slumped, clearly exhausted from your argument. Leaned your head on his shoulder and heaved a sigh before stepping back.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll try. But don’t expect me to stop complaining about it.”

“As if I won’t. Hell, I’ll go first. Having an oral fixation sucks,” you admitted. 

Eddie’s eyes immediately went to your lips. And, Jesus, even all bitten up and cracked, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. To call this argument to a close by throwing you up against a wall and devouring you until this bout of irritation dissipated from your bones.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “You’re telling me.”

He could’ve sworn your eyes flickered to his, your own lips nearly quirking up into a smirk. And, fuck, did it seem like you were chest-to-chest, all sidled up and ready for the next fight.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you asked.

“Like what, Weirdo?” he deflected, unable to keep himself from leaning in just a little bit further.

You pressed a finger into his dimples. “Like that.”

What, like I want to kiss you silly and massage your cheeks and then kiss you again and take that gum out of your mouth and make it mine and be gross and stupid? Like I want to say I’m sorry by taking you in this kitchen right now? Like I’m going to lose my mind from how much I fucking love you?

Eddie took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Took a step back.

“I think I’m going crazy.”

“Come on,” you said with a smile. “Let’s go get Taco Bell.”

He smiled back, feeling the heat start to subside from his face. And, most importantly, his dick. 

“I could always use a Baja Blast.”

Things weren’t so bad after that first month. Or the second. Or the third.

And by the time you guys hit the six month mark, Eddie didn’t even crave it anymore. If anything, he couldn’t believe how much better his mood was. His chest felt lighter. Head clearer. 

For once, life felt good without a cigarette.

He noticed the same in you, how smiley you were at any given moment. No need to duck out to get a quick smoke in or beg for one after a crying spell. It was like a weight was lifted off of you. He couldn’t believe that such a small thing made up of tobacco, paper, and cotton could have such a big impact on, well, everything.

In the past, you were always looking forward to a cigarette. So, the two of you devised a plan. Every week or every other week, you and Eddie would go to Jailbait Hemp and try out a new product. Split the cost. Go find something to do. Just let loose and see where the day took you.

Today you were at Piedmont Park, passing a joint back and forth as people filtered in and out. You were lying on your backs, a blanket beneath your figures. Both barely able to see each other through the blinding sun because, predictably, no thought to grab your sunglasses. 

“We should try that THC syrup next Thursday,” you suggested.

Eddie turned his head, squinting back at you in the sun’s glare. Tried to see your pretty face the best he could. Sneaked another glance at how breathtaking you were in your sundress.

“Oh, yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah, why not?”

Eddie couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

“Where do you wanna go to try it out?”

Summer lasted longer in the South. You’d have the Georgia heat to yourselves until mid-October. Eddie had no idea what you’d do until then. Drink, laugh. Play games, go to karaoke. Work.

Maybe things could change. Maybe he’d even get the courage to ask you out one of these days. It was funny what one could do with all of the money they once set aside for packs of cigarettes.

It was July and Eddie was in love. Had been for nearly four years. 

And some part of him knew as he watched you search the clouds that he’d continue to fall harder every single day. 

He knew exactly where to take you next week.

“No clue,” he lied, smiling to himself. “But it’ll be a damn good time.”

[goodtoseeyoupotter]

His Snake, Her Badger - Prologue

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader

Part One , Part Two , Part Three

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 527

"Hey Y/N...you're good at potions right?" A voice from behind a large stack of old books says. You jumped slightly, having thought you were the only one in the library at this time of night. Some of the books floated away; revealing Cedric. He was one of the Hufflepuff fifth years you often saw in the great hall chatting away to his friends.

          "I mean I've never had anything less than an O," You say with a slight smile,

          "I'll take that as a yes then," He replies, making you laugh slightly. "I'm trying to brew a draught of peace but something keeps going wrong. I don't know whether the moonstone hasn't been ground finely enough or the mandrake leaves weren't stewed for long enough but I know it's not meant to be that shade of blue," He says seemingly a little flustered. Your put your quill down on the desk and get up from your chair. Rounding the table you see a makeshift potions station set up as well as all the ingredients scattered about the table.

          "Wow..." You say as you start to tidy up the area, putting the ingredients back into their cases. You find his ladle and use it to smell the potions. "That is definitely not right, come here..." You say holding the ladle up a little higher. "Can you smell how sour it is?" You ask and he nods. "Draught of peace should smell fresh and calm...I think we need to start again. I had potions last so you can borrow my cauldron."

          "Thank you, I'll have to make this up to you sometime," He says moving his cauldron off the burner. You gently set your cauldron down, slowly letting it heat up.

          "I suck at muggle studies so perhaps you can help me with that?" You suggest, not wanting to think about the D you had on your last essay.

          "Sounds like a deal," He says sticking out his hand.

          "I'm not shaking your hand," You say with a laugh.

          "Just shake my hand," He repeats

          "No," You say, still refusing as you checked the quality of his ingredients

          "Why not?" He asks, leaning against the table, hand still outstretched.

          "-Because," You say bluntly.

          "Just shake my hand," He says again, a playful tone starting to come out.

          "Fine, I'll shake-" You say, finally give in only for Cedric to run his hand through his hair, pretending to be slick. "-I hate you," You say trying to hold in the smile that was desperate to show. You had spoken to Cedric a few times in the past but only being a fourth year meant that you wouldn't have any classes with him. Despite that it hadn't stopped your from harbouring a little crush on him, though that didn't make different from any other girl in the school. As you waited for the water in the cauldron to start bubbling your rested your hands against the edge of the table; his fingers mere inches away from yours.

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