#vector x reader

[whitecompri]

Can we get some Infinite and Jet As dads if it hasn’t been done already? similar to your sonic, shadow, silver and scourge as dad x reader post?

Daddy Daycare Part 2

Check Out: Daddy Daycare Hedgie Edition

Pairing: Tails x Reader; Knuckles x Reader; Jet x Reader; infinite x Reader; Espio x Reader; Vector x Reader.

Genre: Comedy

Rating: G (General)

Warnings: None

A/N: Thanks for the request! And here it is, with six characters. I decided to put them all together to fulfill all the requests, and it was a fun challenge to write for each of them. I hope you like it.

Tails

When you told Tails that he would have to take care of your daughter alone for a day, a smile immediately appeared on his face. He loved spending time with the little one and had already started mentally planning all the games and educational activities they would do together.

At that moment, Tails sat on the floor of his workshop, facing his daughter. He had placed a soft rug there, where the two of them could play in a cozier spot. Turning slightly, the fox reached for a box he had brought, opening it and pulling out some board games, puzzles, crosswords, and various other educational toys and activities he had found, eager to have fun with his little copy.

"Alright, where should we start? We got lots of options, huh?" He smiled at his daughter. The little fox grinned back, looking around at everything.

"This one, Daddy!" She pointed to the Lego box near Tails.

"Ah, great choice! Let’s start by building something cool. You can even make a plane, just like Daddy." Tails scooted closer to her, tipping the open box over, letting all the pieces spill onto the rug. Her ears perked up attentively, while her two tails wagged excitedly.

As the minutes passed, everything seemed peaceful and enjoyable. They had built castles, other structures, and even small vehicles with colorful pieces. Tails constantly encouraged his daughter’s creativity, noticing how incredibly smart she was, even at such a young age.

"Alright, sweetheart, Daddy’s gonna make us a snack, okay?" The fox got up from the rug, heading to his workshop’s counter, where he had already set aside some fruits and crackers for when they got hungry. "While I get everything ready, you can keep building. I’ll be right back to see what you’ve made."

The little one nodded at him, her attention quickly returning to the pieces in her hands, delicately fitting them together. She cast a thoughtful look at the Lego pieces, glancing around as if searching for something.

Tails was preparing the plates, slicing some fruit and placing the crackers around them. That’s when his ears twitched, shifting backward. He narrowed his eyes as he picked up on the sound of what seemed like electrical sparks. But what could it be? He had made sure not to leave anything potentially dangerous near his daughter.

Turning around, the fox observed his daughter. She was still in the same spot, facing away from him, and everything seemed normal—until he heard the sound of duct tape being stretched and saw her handling something other than a toy.

Moving closer quickly but quietly, Tails watched the scene, trying to understand what was happening. That’s when his eyes widened. His daughter was carefully wrapping duct tape around some Legos, securing them tightly to what Tails deduced was an old, broken vacuum cleaner. The structure bore an uncanny resemblance to a small motor, despite being colorful and patched together with tape.

His eyes followed the setup, noticing that the vacuum cleaner wasn’t plugged in. He felt a brief wave of relief, knowing she wasn’t in too much danger.

That relief lasted until her tiny hand reached for a small button in the middle of the Legos. The bizarre machine turned on, releasing smoke, making a ridiculous noise, and even shooting out occasional sparks onto the floor.

Tails' jaw dropped as he watched the scene, even more shocked when he realized she had built a functional portable motor out of Legos using a vacuum cleaner and duct tape—all in the few minutes he had spent preparing their snack.

"Sweetheart… what are you doing?" Tails asked quietly, taking a step closer and kneeling beside her, looking at the bizarre invention in astonishment.

"Oh, I just wanted to try making a simple project, you know? But it didn’t turn out the way I wanted…" She said thoughtfully, scratching her chin as she examined her invention.

"And how did you want it to turn out?" Tails asked hesitantly, knowing the answer would probably alarm him.

"Something simple, Daddy, just an automatic generator powered by the dust buildup inside the vacuum cleaner." She said it so naturally.

"Is… is something like that even possible?" The fox asked, stunned. His daughter just shrugged.

"That’s why I’m testing it! It might lead to something!" She said excitedly, picking up some remaining vacuum cleaner parts from the floor.

Tails' jaw practically hit the floor at that. His eyes scanned every detail of the improvised contraption, mentally analyzing how she had managed to build something like that so quickly. He grabbed a screwdriver from the table and gently poked at the motor, furrowing his brow with a mix of shock and fascination.

And as he observed her two tails swaying from side to side, mimicking a gesture he himself often did when happy, while she eagerly tried to adjust the vacuum cleaner, all he could feel was deep pride for his daughter and how much she resembled him in so many different ways.

--*--

At the end of the day, you arrived home, opening the door while carrying the day’s groceries in your free hand. Immediately, your eyes landed on Tails and your daughter, sitting at the kitchen table, their yellow fur completely messy and dirty. You let out a muffled chuckle at how they interacted—Tails and your daughter had bright, eager eyes as they excitedly tinkered with pieces and screws on the table, searching for the right tools while laughing and chatting.

"Looks like you guys are having fun. I’m glad." You smiled at them, stepping into the kitchen to place the groceries on the counter. A few seconds later, you felt a tight hug around your leg. Turning, you picked up the little one in your arms.

"We were having a blast, and I gotta admit, I’m really impressed with her skills…" Tails chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he stood up to hold your hand affectionately.

"It’s no surprise, she’s really smart—just like her dad." Tails blushed slightly under his fur before letting out a soft laugh.

"But I’m serious! She even built a motor using Lego, duct tape, and a vacuum cleaner." The fox laughed as he hugged you.

"Wow… I bet you have a lot to teach her about mechanics and all that, huh?"

"For sure! And I know she’s gonna make me even prouder—I have no doubt about it."

That’s when the little one’s big blue eyes focused on Tails.

"Daddy, I can fix the Tornado for you already." She said quietly, a mischievous little grin on her face, enjoying teasing her father even at such a young age.

"N-no, sweetheart, not yet. We don’t want any accidents happening. But who knows—when you’re a little older, I’ll teach you everything about aerodynamics and propulsion. And maybe then, you’ll even get to fly your own plane…" Tails chuckled, ruffling the yellow fur on her head.

The little one giggled, curling up closer in your arms.

"And I bet I’d fly even better than you, Daddy."

Tails’ eyes widened for a second before he laughed, crossing his arms and pretending to be offended.

"Oh yeah? Then I guess we’ll have to race in the skies when you grow up to see if that’s true, huh?" He chuckled, stroking his daughter’s ear while pulling you into another hug, already looking forward to the incredible future full of inventions she would bring along with her.

Knuckles

When you had to leave for a day and leave the little red echidna with her father, you didn’t even have to think about worrying. After all, even though Knuckles was still quite clumsy at parenting, he had great protective skills, probably developed over the years he spent—and still spends—guarding the Master Emerald. This was proven even more when he nodded vehemently with a determined look at your request, assuring that nothing would happen to your daughter.

So, Knuckles crossed his arms, paying attention to his daughter on the carpet, narrowing his eyes as he scanned the surroundings. That’s when the little one stood up, walking over to the couch, trying to climb up. Knuckles' eyes immediately widened, and he rushed to her, quickly picking her up.

"Don't climb up there! It's dangerous, you might fall..." He looked at her, alarmed. The little one just raised an eyebrow.

"Dad... It's just the couch..." She said, unimpressed, already somewhat used to his protective mannerisms.

"I’ve seen plenty of grown-ups get hurt for no reason, so I’d rather be safe than sorry. Trust your old man, I know what I’m doing!" He said, placing her back on the floor and sitting beside her. "Let’s stay on the carpet, it's safer..." He muttered, watching as his daughter sighed and reached for some sheets of paper and pencils, starting to draw.

He carefully watched every movement she made and her artistic work, and then his eyes widened again.

"Wait, stop right there... You might hurt yourself with that!" He pointed at the pencil in her hand. The little one frowned.

"Dad... The pencil looks safe..." She started to say, closing her eyes.

"I don’t care if it looks safe! If there’s even a chance you could get hurt, I’m going to prevent it!" He grabbed the pencil, examining it and testing it against his arm, pressing the tip. "Way too dangerous... And this? I’ve seen people get cut with this!" He pointed at the sheet of paper.

"It's a piece of paper, and even if I did get cut, it wouldn’t even tickle." The little one said, crossing her arms. Knuckles crossed his arms too.

"I made a vow to your mother that I would keep you safe. A paper cut means I failed!"

She just huffed, standing up again and heading toward the kitchen. Knuckles watched her go and got up to follow. She held onto the chair to sit down, and the furniture wobbled dangerously, nearly tipping over. The echidna tried to stop it, rushing toward her, but in the process, he tripped on the table leg, hitting the floor with a loud thud and a huff.

"Dad!" The little one looked at him, kneeling beside him.

"I'm fine, I've been through worse." He got up while she held his hand.

"Can you at least get me a cookie, Dad?" She asked quietly, pointing to the high cabinet.

"Of course, leave it to me, kiddo." He stretched, heading to the cabinet, grabbed the small step stool, placed it correctly, and climbed up, reaching for the cookie jar. However, at that moment, he lost his balance. He managed to land on his feet before any major disasters, but then several jars and pots came crashing down on him.

The little one momentarily closed her eyes at the loud clatter of the pots raining down on him.

"Dad..?" She approached as he stood slightly hunched, rubbing his head.

"I'm fine... Heavier things have fallen on me before..." He assured her with a smile.

"There's no point in you getting all beat up just to protect me!"

"The important thing is that you're safe, kid..." He looked at her determinedly.

"Safe from what? Getting a paper cut?!"

"What matters is that you didn’t get cut, no matter how it could have happened..." He insisted, crossing his arms. The little one just sighed. He looked at her expression, frowning. "Maybe I overdid it... But only because I will never let anything happen to you. You're my little girl, and that means no one—not a couch, not a pencil, nothing—is going to hurt you while I'm around."

"Dad..." She hugged him, already knowing he wouldn’t stop there and would continue protecting her no matter what.

--*--

By the end of the afternoon, you opened the door, walking in distractedly, but then jumped slightly at the first thing you saw. Knuckles was on the couch, covered in band-aids, holding an ice pack to his head. On the floor, your daughter sat with her arms crossed, watching TV with a smug little grin.

"Should I even ask what happened here?" You approached, sitting next to him.

"I successfully protected my daughter!" He said, giving you a thumbs-up. You raised an eyebrow, looking closely at his current state.

"I literally did nothing all day..." Your daughter said.

You covered your mouth, laughing in disbelief at what had transpired.

"Knuckles... I don’t think the house has that many dangers..." You held his hand.

"The house has far more dangers than you can imagine..." He closed his eyes as you chuckled softly.

Being overprotective was an interesting trait, but you still had to teach him some boundaries about it.

Jet

When Jet heard you say that he would have to spend the day with his little daughter, a wide grin spread across his beak as he immediately started planning all the activities and competitions he would do with her—and all the ways he would beat her at everything.

He stepped onto the grass in the backyard, carrying a skateboard under his arm, making his way toward his daughter, who was sitting down watering some flower pots.

"Hey, kiddo! Wanna have a little competition with your old man?" Jet asked excitedly, crouching next to the little green-feathered hawk. She looked up at him, surprised, before a sly smirk formed at the corner of her beak.

"You think you can beat me, Dad?" she said quietly, challenging him.

"Hah! You’re getting pretty cocky, but I’ll give you a chance to prove it. Here." He placed the skateboard on the grass. "You gotta use this one—your mom would kill me if I let you ride an Extreme Gear at your age."

"Easy peasy, I could beat you with my eyes closed and one hand behind my back." The little one laughed as she stood up.

"Oh, you think you can beat the greatest of the Babylon Rogues? Now this I gotta see!" Jet said, stretching, cracking his fingers, and grabbing the skateboard.

The two headed to the street, and Jet placed the skateboard in front of him.

"Alright then..." The hawk hopped onto the skateboard, sliding a little, doing a few rounds on the street, pulling off some curb tricks—all while keeping a smug grin on his face.

"Is that all you got, Dad? If I hadn’t learned how to skate yet, I’d still do better than that." She teased. Jet narrowed his eyes, stopping the skateboard in front of her.

"Hah! Big words for someone who still needs their mom to cut their food! Alright, hotshot, show me what you got." He huffed.

"You got it!" She grabbed the skateboard excitedly, running and hopping onto it while it was still moving. Laughing, she started skating at high speed, jumping the curb, pulling off risky tricks, and even grinding the back of the skateboard along a stair rail she found.

Jet watched it all with his beak slightly open, eyes wide in shock at his daughter’s skills. Then, she zoomed past him at high speed, making him jump. The little one made another lap before stopping the skateboard right next to him.

"What’s wrong, Dad? Too old to keep up with me?" She laughed, tucking the skateboard under her arm. Jet clenched his fists.

"You’re a cheeky one, huh? Alright, I was holding back earlier, but not this time!" He grabbed the skateboard, ready to show his true competitive spirit.

"I’ll be taking a nap on the couch while you do that. Hope we don��t have to buy medicine for your back after this—it’s probably gonna hurt. Old birds shouldn’t be playing like this." She yawned dramatically, crossing her arms.

"You little—humph! Good to know you take after me, but I’m not losing to a little hawk who doesn’t even have all her feathers yet!" He smirked, preparing to compete against his own daughter.

--*--

By late afternoon, you arrived on your street and saw Jet sitting on the curb, his face resting in his palm, looking far from pleased. His feathers were ruffled and covered in dirt. You raised an eyebrow—then spotted your daughter effortlessly gliding by on the skateboard.

"Hey, Mom! Watch this trick!" She leaped into an impressive jump with the board, landing smoothly before skating over to you. She grabbed the skateboard under her arm and ran up to hug you. "I beat Dad a bunch of times today!" she said happily, laughing.

"I-I let her win, okay?! I just didn’t wanna make the kid sad!" Jet blurted out, eyes wide. You laughed, completely understanding the situation.

"Uh-huh, sure, Dad... How about we go buy something for your aching back and those loser tears in your eyes?" She shot back with a grin.

"Oh, please! If we were using real Extreme Gear, I would’ve destroyed you! This cheap comparison doesn’t count!" He stood up, crossing his arms. "Where did this kid even learn to talk like that?" Jet turned to you.

"Gee, I wonder," you snorted, pulling him by the arm. "Come on, you two, enough competing for today."

"Hmph! We’ll settle this tomorrow! Today was just a warm-up, you hear me?!" He called out to his daughter, who only smirked at him.

Jet was ridiculously competitive, and you knew that. Maybe competing with his own daughter—who was just as skilled as he was—would finally teach him a little resilience when it came to losing. For now, you were just happy watching them interact and realizing just how much your daughter was a perfect carbon copy of her dad.

Infinite

When you told Infinite that he would have to take care of the kids alone for a day, he simply crossed his arms and scoffed.

"Hah. That’s nothing. I’m the Ultimate Mercenary—taking care of my own kids won’t be a problem..."

That day, you had no other choice. You couldn’t take them with you to stand in line at the bank, so you left them with their father. Infinite wasn’t exactly the best at this, and you were sure that some wild idea was already forming in his head at the thought of having the kids under his care for a day. But you chose to trust him this time.

Infinite entered the kids’ room, carrying the youngest pup in his arms, and found his son and daughter sitting on the soft carpet, playing with little dinosaur figurines. The jackal sat down on the floor, pulling out their mini chalkboard and grabbing a piece of chalk. He began writing something, occasionally adjusting the pup in his arms before continuing. The other two remained distracted with their game. Once he finished, he cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Gather around. It’s time for your lesson..." Infinite said in a deep, hushed tone.

The little ones perked their ears up, curiosity lighting up their faces. In an instant, they were sitting in front of him, tails swaying slightly. His son's heterochromatic eyes locked onto his, while his daughter’s golden eyes focused on the board. Her brow raised at what was written there, but before she could ask, their father began.

"Alright, New Jackal Squad, today we’re learning about war tactics and how to overpower enemies through strength." He gestured with his hand, clenching his fist.

"Dad, I thought this was gonna be something fun." His son’s ears drooped in disappointment.

"Yeah, Dad, couldn’t it be about dinosaurs instead?" His daughter held up her toys.

"This is important! You’re going to be part of this world’s change! You’ll be the strongest jackals in existence—unstoppable! It’s crucial to start learning early."

"We don’t wanna be the strongest, Dad. We wanna play!" His son crossed his arms. Now, it was Infinite’s turn for his ears to droop, frustrated that he couldn’t convince them.

"Just listen to the beginning at least! It’s interesting—war tactics are fundamental, even at school, to deal with kids who try to humiliate you!" He tried to reason with them, but they just frowned at him.

"Tag!" His son suddenly turned to his sister. She immediately grinned mischievously, and the two took off running around the room, completely ignoring their father.

Infinite let out an exasperated sigh, watching them laugh and chase each other. His gaze drifted down to the youngest pup, who stirred awake in his arms, looking up at him with rare, curious heterochromatic eyes.

"Looks like you’re the only one left for me to convince, my little one..." The jackal muttered before reaching into his bag and pulling out a simple plush of a black hedgehog. He held it up to the baby. "Here, now crush it! Tear it apart with your claws!" Infinite encouraged, handing the plush over.

The little one simply cooed, a tiny grin forming as his small muzzle, growing fangs peeked out. He grabbed the toy—but instead of destroying it as his father had ordered, he just hugged it, nuzzling against it while snuggling deeper into his father’s arms.

Infinite blinked, staring wide-eyed before sighing again, rubbing his temple.

"Get Daddy!" His ears perked up as his older kids suddenly charged toward him at full speed. Before he could react, his son wrapped his arms tightly around his waist while his daughter leaped onto his neck.

For a moment, the jackal froze, completely caught off guard. Then, hesitantly, his free hand reached up to stroke his son’s black fur before doing the same for his daughter.

"What? What are you doing? Is this some kind of tactic to destabilize me?!" He huffed, clicking his tongue—but he didn’t push them away.

For a minute, he let himself melt into the warmth of his children’s embrace. His fur bristled slightly, his tail wagged before he could stop it, and though he hated to admit it, he even felt a sting of tears forming from the immense affection his kids were giving him.

Then, the two little ones pulled away, laughing, sitting cross-legged in front of him while Infinite remained stunned.

"Dad, you used to live in the desert, right? Tell us what it was like!" His son asked with a bright smile, his sister nodding eagerly.

"...Well, I suppose I could tell you a thing or two..." He said, looking at his little jackals.

Infinite didn’t dwell on it much, but deep down, he had long stopped wanting revenge or to destroy the world as he once did. In truth, he had been suppressing healthier emotions for a while—ones that started when he met you and intensified the moment he held his eldest in his arms and saw his heterochromia, mirroring his father’s own unique trait.

And now, surrounded by his children, who loved him so deeply, he knew he could never be the Infinite he used to be.

--*--

When you opened the door late in the afternoon, you stepped inside, setting your bag on the table as you searched for your little family. Walking into the kids’ room, your heart swelled with warmth.

Infinite sat on the floor, his two older children nestled against him, affectionately dozing off in his lap. In his arms, he cradled the youngest pup, rocking him gently. His usual sharp expression had softened as he focused his intense eyes on his little ones.

Approaching, you sat down beside him on the floor. Infinite flinched slightly, startled that he hadn’t noticed your arrival.

"Hey... I’ve never seen you like this with them before," you whispered to him.

"...Yeah..." He muttered simply, nodding. "Hmph. I’m just... testing a new discipline method. Yeah, that’s it." He exhaled quietly, holding the pup closer to keep him comfortable. His free hand reached for your waist, pulling you closer.

Despite what he said, it was obvious what he was truly doing.

"I’m happy to see you being your best self..." you murmured.

"Tch. Best self... Not sure if I like that term. But... at least they seem to like me this way." He gave you a small smirk.

Your eyes widened in surprise—it was the first time you had seen him smile in all your time together. And the sight of his grin, his fangs subtly showing, was enough to make you melt.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before resting your forehead against his. Immediately, Infinite blushed. He was always awkward when it came to explicit displays of affection like this.

But maybe that was one of the things that made you fall for him even more.

The road ahead would be long, but at least you knew—your three little ones were the key to bringing out a side of Infinite that no one ever knew existed.

Espio

You had just left the house, leaving Espio with the responsibility of taking care of his daughter for a day. You hoped nothing would go wrong—after all, Espio was usually very focused and determined to fulfill his duties. With that in mind, you left without any major concerns.

At that moment, the purple chameleon guided his daughter to his meditation room, kneeling on the tatami mat and gesturing for her to do the same.

“Well, my child, starting today, we will begin your training to become a formidable ninja. You will learn everything you need from your father to master all the ninja arts…” he said with determination, gazing ahead at the veranda that overlooked a stylized garden full of bonsai trees. When he didn’t hear a response, he turned his head to the side, narrowing his eyes upon seeing the little girl analyzing the figure of a Shisa statue and playing with it, trying to imitate the fierce expression of the sculpted creature.

Espio let out an exasperated sigh before clearing his throat, making his daughter jump and look at him in surprise.

“As I was saying… Never mind. Your first lesson is meditation. Maintaining peace of mind is a crucial step in mastering a ninja’s camouflage…” He settled on the tatami, closed his eyes, and prepared to begin meditating, expecting her to follow suit and imitate his movements. However, suddenly, the familiar sound of creaking wood made Espio furrow his brow. He opened his eyes and glanced to the side, confused upon realizing the little one was no longer beside him.

His sharp gaze scanned the room until he spotted her tiptoeing toward the door. Espio sighed, rubbing the back of his neck before standing up.

“Freeze right there, young lady. Where do you think you’re going?” he crossed his arms. His daughter jumped slightly before coming to a complete stop, slowly turning her face toward him with a small, sheepish smile.

“I was just going to get some water, Dad…” she tried to compose herself, adjusting her posture.

Espio approached her.

“I suppose my training methods are not to your liking… Hm.” The chameleon stroked his chin, analyzing his daughter’s figure—so strikingly similar to his own. “I think I have an idea… How about we train your camouflage skills with a game of tag?”

Her eyes lit up.

“Really, Dad?! That’s way more fun than sitting on that boring tatami doing nothing!” She clenched her fists, brimming with excitement.

“Let’s see how good your skills are… If I determine that you need more training, there will be no escaping meditation.” He pointed to the tatami.

“I’ll do my best, then!” she declared, rubbing her hands together eagerly.

“I’ll count to ten. You go hide, and I’ll come find you…” He turned around, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t see where she went, only hearing her giggle and the hurried sound of her little footsteps.

Once he finished counting, Espio set out to find his daughter, scanning every corner of the house with a determined gaze. He searched through every room, checking behind the couch, under the bed, and even using a flashlight to try and reflect her camouflage and expose her location—but to no avail.

"Hmm… curious… I’ve checked every room. Where could she have hidden? I couldn’t have missed anything… Surely, I should be able to find her."

As time passed, Espio—despite being a well-trained chameleon, disciplined in maintaining composure and never succumbing to panic—began to feel a twinge of desperation. He roamed the house rapidly, growing increasingly worried. Pressing a hand to his forehead, he struggled to recall any place he had yet to check. But he had looked everywhere. So, he started going over every inch of the house again, sweeping his flashlight into every possible hiding spot—yet still, there was no sign of the little one.

--*--

You arrived home earlier than expected that day, unlocking the door and stepping inside, humming a tune. However, you froze immediately upon seeing Espio sitting on the couch with his face buried in his hands.

“Espio? Are you okay?” He lifted his face to look at you, and you were surprised by the distressed expression he wore.

“I’m so sorry… I don’t know where she is… She disappeared inside the house!” He stood up, grabbing your hands. You raised an eyebrow, trying to make sense of the situation.

Suddenly, you felt a strong hug around your leg.

“Mom! I missed you!” Your daughter clung to you tightly. Espio’s eyes widened in shock, his jaw practically hitting the floor.

“What were you saying? That she disappeared?” You let out a small, amused chuckle.

“But… how?” He placed a hand on his forehead.

“Dad, I was hiding behind the living room curtain…” the little one said matter-of-factly.

Turning back around, Espio slumped onto the couch again, shoulders drooping, his elbows resting on his knees.

“Hmph… I never imagined my own daughter would be able to fool me. Impressive… but I won’t be defeated so easily.” He closed his eyes in contemplation. You chuckled, scooping up your little girl and sitting beside him.

“I bet her camouflage skills could be honed even more with your guidance, don’t you think?” You took his hand, and Espio looked at you before allowing a faint smile to form on his lips.

“You’re right… She’s still young and needs the help of an experienced ninja to refine her technique.” His determination was reignited.

It was evident that she had inherited her father’s skills, and you were certain that, with time, the two of them would become the greatest ninjas ever known.

Vector

When you told him he’d have to take care of his daughter alone for an entire day, Vector almost jumped for joy, but he held himself back, not wanting to make a scene or make you suspicious of his upcoming plans. So, he simply agreed, assuring you that he would be extremely careful with her and do everything right.

However, early in the morning, as soon as you left, Vector sat at the kitchen table with the little one, placing soda and sweets on the table. Laughing, he realized it had been a while since he’d had time alone to just be himself.

“Enjoy it, kiddo! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—we’re throwing a huge celebration today!”

The little crocodile just giggled, reaching for some chocolates and grabbing the soda bottle, opening it and pouring herself a glass.

“I love you, Daddy! Mom would never let me eat this stuff for breakfast,” she said happily, munching on her chocolate.

“Right? Just remember, we gotta clean up all the mess before Mom gets back, okay?”

She nodded, continuing to eat. Vector got up and went to the living room, returning with a portable speaker. Placing it on the table, he turned it on and cranked up one of his favorite songs. He popped a piece of gum in his mouth, chewing with satisfaction.

“This is gonna be the best party of our lives!” He leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head.

“Dad, can you grab me some chips?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the loud music.

“Leave it to me, kiddo!” He got up and opened the cabinet, pulling out a huge bag of chips. However, in the process, he accidentally knocked over a stack of expensive ceramic bowls, which crashed to the floor with a loud, shattering noise.

Both of them stared in shock at the mess.

“Those were Mom’s favorites…” the little one said, shrinking slightly in her chair.

“Relax, kiddo, I’ll fix this. She won’t even notice, and by the time she wants to use them for soup again, I’ll have already bought new ones for her.” He reassured her before quickly grabbing a broom and dustpan, sweeping up the ceramic shards.

“In the meantime, how about we move our little party to the living room? Fewer things to break over there.” He suggested, and his daughter eagerly grabbed some candy and ran to the living room, smiling.

--*--

You arrived home carrying grocery bags, pausing at the door when you heard loud music. Expected. Vector loved his music, so you didn’t think much of it. Unlocking the door, you stepped inside. The first thing that hit you was the strong smell of pizza and soda. Then, the blaring sound of the TV and the rustling of snack bags scattered everywhere.

In the middle of the couch, Vector and your daughter were sprawled out, eating pizza. Around them was a disaster zone of candy wrappers, chip bags, and crumbs covering the floor. Soda bottles were lying around, the music was still blasting, and on the TV… a horror movie—one of the most disturbing ones.

You approached them and cleared your throat. Vector jolted, nearly choking on his pizza but managing to swallow it in time.

“H-hey, you’re home early today…” he said, shrinking slightly.

“Vector… What did you do?” You spoke in a low tone—one he knew all too well, the kind that sent shivers down his spine. He quickly reached for the speaker and shut it off.

“I-I can explain…” He raised his hands in surrender, trying to weasel his way out.

“Daddy let me have ice cream for breakfast!” the little one chimed in excitedly.

Vector could only offer a sheepish smile, sweating bullets.

“You what?” You clenched your fists.

Vector immediately jumped up and ran to your side, grabbing your hands.

“I beg you! Give me a chance! I swear the house will be spotless—I’ll even scrub the ceiling if I have to! In the meantime, how about you just focus on making dinner?” He quickly guided you out of the living room, with your daughter trailing behind.

You sighed deeply, already used to his antics.

“Alright, I’ll make dinner, and you’ll clean the living room.”

Vector let out a relieved sigh, heading off to grab the broom and dustpan he had left in the kitchen earlier.

“Oh, by the way, I was thinking of making that soup tonight. Do you remember where I left those dishes I always use?” You asked, confused as you checked the cabinet and found nothing.

“Ah… You… You must’ve put them in the other cabinet…” he muttered.

“Daddy broke them earlier,” the little one casually stated.

Vector froze.

You turned abruptly, raising an eyebrow at him. But instead of getting angry, you just laughed at his completely busted expression—ratted out not once, but twice.

“WHAT?! I… ahem… Actually, it was a test! Yes, a test to see if we were prepared for household accidents! Safety first, right? Hehehe…”

“It’s fine… I bought those really cheap anyway. I’ll just get new ones tomorrow… I just really hope there aren’t any more surprises.” You chuckled.

He was clumsy and turned the house upside down regularly, but you couldn’t help but love him. Though, you were definitely going to have a serious talk with him about setting some boundaries for your daughter.

[miss-goodie-2shoes]

♡𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆♡

       

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here's nothing like spending time with friends, playing games and eating snacks all while cracking jokes and making each other laugh. You're very close to sonic and all his friends, so it's no surprise that you said yes to joining everyone to the party they decided having. 

(A few hours later) 

The party was going great so far but soon started to get boring after a while. It seemed like everyone had ran out of ideas on what to do. Well... All but one person, or I guess Bat. Rouge had a game idea for everyone to play, "hey guys I have a fun game we can play" she announced to everyone in the room, drawing everyone's attention and eyes on to her. "How about we play spin the bottle?" And just like that, you and everyone else at the party found themselves sitting in a circle with a bottle in the middle. Everyone took their turns spinning the bottle, all in good fun. But now, it was your turn to kiss someone. You just hope that the bottle lands on the one and only person you really wanted to kiss... 

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Sonic's part here!

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Would you do vector the crocodile x male reader headcanons.. ? >< maybe with an kote kei male reader...

If u dont know what it is heres a band like that...!!

https://vk.gy/artists/la-mule/

If you don't wanna do it, it's perfectly fine..!!

Vector the Crocodile x Male Reader Headcanons

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Notes: I unfortunately don’t know enough about the extra part of your request, anon, so I’ll stick to some basic headcanons to make sure I don’t portray the other part wrong. With all that in mind, I hope I have Vector’s personality right! Hope you enjoy regardless!

- He didn’t think he had feelings for guys, but after one too many rejected dates from Vanilla, he thought it was time to expand his dating range

- Thus where you came in

- He absolutely loves you to bits

- Expect him to have you join The Chaotix, doing detective stuff with them

- If you don’t like detective stuff, then why’d you get with a detective? Silly goose!

- Espio and Charmy both adore you, but if you (somehow) break Vector’s heart, they’ll hunt you down for LIFE

- Don’t mess with the homies

- But fr, the three of them together make for great protection

- Vector probably loves cuddling, being the big spoon or having you cuddle on his chest

- If you’re shorter than him, he loves having to crouch down to give you affection

- If you two are the same height he feels happy not having to strain gis neck every time he wants to talk to you

- If you’re taller than him somehow, he still demands he be the big spoon. No questions asked

- You probably become friends with Mighty, Ray, and Knuckles during you and Vector’s relationship tbh

[philistiniphagottini]

can i please request vector from ygo with 🤧 from domestic bliss? im sick myself and ,, thought it'd be silly

Aww I'm sorry to hear that Anon. Thanks for the request and I hope you feel better soon <3

cw. fluff, sick fic, gender neutral reader, minors DO NOT interact

Domestic Bliss

When you woke, your eyes were greeted to darkness swirling in your vision. A soft groan tumbled from your parted lips as you nestled yourself further into the comforting confines of your bed, nestling further beneath the layers of soft blankets piled on top of you. You sniffled loudly as an awkward cough tickled the back of your throat, your body aching as your head started to spin. You felt awful. You had caught some sort of terrible cold due to the shift in cooler weather these past couple of days. All you wanted to do was sleep all day, sapped of all your energy and head stuffed full of cotton as you medicated yourself on cough medicine and painkillers. You could do nothing other than to ride out the waves and wait until it passed in the next few days.

A loud knock on your bedroom door snapped you out of your stupor, eyelids struggling to stay open as sleep threatened to consume you once more. Your lips parted around a dry rasp as another terrible cough itched the back of your throat.

"Come in" you said through sputters.

Vector invited himself in, the paper bag he held in his hands rustling as he kicked the door closed behind him. A sigh of disdain breezed past his lips as you continued to stir under the covers of your blankets, pushing them down until your head poked out of the top.

"It’s so dark in here" Vector complained. 

Without warning, he flicked the light switch on, bathing your room in bright lights that made your eyes burn from the sudden onslaught. A soft hiss whistled through your teeth as you tucked your head back under the covers, your head pounding and ears pulsing with the sound of your heart beating frantically inside your chest.

"Vector" you whined. 

Vector rolled his eyes so hard they almost disappeared into the back of his head. "Quit your whinging."

He approached your bedside as he kicked off his shoes, the soles hitting the floor with a dull thud as the paper bag in his arms rustled once more. His violet eyes raked over your form, a frown tugging at his lips as he stared at your back. 

"I got your text" he said. "And I brought you some soup."

He carefully placed it on the small table nestled against your bed as you stirred again. With a soft groan and a loud noise of effort you slowly sat up, back resting against the pillows as you reached out to the paper bag. Vector’s frown only deepened at the sight of your sickly complexion, eyes heavy with weariness and flecks of dry skin clinging to the corners of your cracked lips. 

"You look like shit" Vector said, the metal piercing embedded in his tongue clicking against his teeth when he spoke.

"Feel like it too" you replied with a hoarse whisper.

A soft noise stirred in your throat as you inspected the contents of the bag, your gaze briefly flickering over to Vector before you started to rummage through it. There was a warm bowl of soup sitting at the bottom, along with utensils and a bottle of water. 

"Did you make this?" you asked, voice croaking and thick in your throat. 

A small smile tugged at Vector’s lips as his chest puffed up with pride. "And what if I told you I did?"

A ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of your lips at the sound of pride etched into his tone. You pulled the bowl from the bag, your smile continuing to brighten as you noticed the little note attached to the top. 

"Ah, I see" you hummed. "So Kotori actually made it."

Your words made Vector visibly deflate as his shoulders sagged and an irritated sigh breezed past the seam of his lips. He flopped down onto the bed beside you, the mattress protesting from his sudden weight as your eyes scanned the lovely note your friend Kotori had left you, wishing for your health to improve soon. Vector idly curled a lock of his hair around his finger, twisting the wisps around his finger tips as he stared at you from the corner of his eye. 

"Yeah, she threw the one I made out" Vector explained. "Probably thought I was trying to poison you."

A soft snort blew out of your nose at the thought of Vector having enough patience to stand in the kitchen and actually attempt to cook. He saw the smile that tugged at your lips and a scowl settled onto his face. 

"What’s so funny?" Vector asked. "I tried my best."

You shook your head. "Nothing. It’s the thought that counts."

Vector grumbled some more as you placed Kotori’s note to the side, intent on also putting the soup back from where you got it from. You were stopped, however, when Vector caught your wrist and prevented you from putting it back. You blinked up at him owlishly, tilting your head to the side as you gave him a curious look. 

"Aren’t you going to eat it?" he asked.

You shook your head. "Not hungry."

Vector rolled his eyes with a haughty sigh. "Don’t give me that crap. You look like you haven’t eaten in days."

You opened your mouth to respond, but the cough itching at your throat decided to interrupt you as you choked on your own words. Luckily Vector was there to take the bowl of hot soup away from you before you accidentally tipped it over and let the contents come pouring out. With another weary sigh he dug into the paper bag and fetched the utensils, waiting until your coughing fit died down before he sat down next to you once more. You stared at him in mild disbelief as he took the plastic lid off the bowl and placed the spoon inside, stirring up the contents before scooping a generous amount out onto the spoon. He held it up in front of your mouth, expectantly waiting for you to take a bite. When you didn’t move immediately, he spoke. 

"Eat" he commanded, though his voice had lost its bite. 

"Not hungry" you repeated with a grumble. 

Vector’s eyebrow twitched. "Eat it or, so help me, I will force feed it to you."

A small pout tugged at your lips. You opened your mouth and let Vector spoon feed you, even if you felt a twinge of embarrassment curling in the pit of your stomach. The soup tasted delightful as it warmed your parched throat, quelling the terrible pinpricks that had been scratching like a persistent swarm of insects. Even if Kotori's cooking smelt and tasted wonderful, you still really weren’t that hungry. And that thought was conveyed when your nose scrunched up as Vector tried to offer you another spoonful of soup. He sighed softly. 

"One more bite and I’ll let you go back to bed."

You listened and allowed him to feed you another mouthful. Your complaining had all but died down as you swallowed the food, a smile tilting your lips as you looked up at Vector with a fond gaze. The look made him nervous. 

"What?" he questioned. 

"Thank you. For taking care of me."

Vector shook his head. "You can thank me after you get better, dumbass."

He stood from your bed as he put the soup and utensils back in the paper bag he brought with him. His lips brushed against your forehead as you settled back into bed with a heavy thud and tucked yourself in. Vector picked up the paper bag once more and flicked the light switch off on the way out, calling out to you over his shoulder as you drifted back off to sleep. 

"I’ll be in the other room if you need me."

[3ic95id864pg]

TFO The Primes [Artist credits Twitter: @velnar31]

[im-so-normal-iswear]

A míI wondered if you could make yandere espió, vector y a Silver, With a gender-neutral reader, who is a baker and who at the same time likes will please everyone with his desserts?

Thank you , and sorry if my English isn't good, you don't have to do it if you don't want to.

A/n: no problem!

Yandere!Espio/Vector/Silver x Reader who loves baking

Espio:

Espio had always been one to stay in the shadows, observing from a distance. It started innocently enough, he had been tasked with keeping an eye on the neighborhood for suspicious activity.

Someone had mentioned a new baker in town, and curiosity led him to your bakery one morning.

The moment he opened the door, the sweet scent of freshly baked bread greeted him. You smailed as you waved to him as he stepped in, your eyes crinkling at the corners, and Espio felt an odd flutter in his chest.

He brushed it off as nothing at first, just an appreciation for your craft. As he visited more frequently, sampling your muffins and cookies, the feelings only rooted deeper.

Espio admired your dedication, the way you poured your heart into every creation, but it was more than that. You treated everyone with kindness, that unrelenting warmth was intoxicating, and Espio hated how others took advantage of it. They didn’t deserve your attention. Not like he did.

You started noticing strange things happening around the bakery. A customer you'd mentioned was rude one day stopped coming altogether. When you asked around, no one could give you a clear answer about where they'd gone.

A particularly persistent admirer who hung around too long suddenly stopped showing up, too. You chalked it up to coincidence, but Espio would stand silently outside, watching, ensuring no one overstayed their welcome.

He loved how oblivious you were to his subtle interference. It gave him a sense of control, of keeping you safe without you even knowing. But as his feelings grew stronger, so did his jealousy. Every laugh you shared with a customer, every compliment you offered someone else felt like a dagger to his heart.

He started slipping notes under your door at night, written in elegant calligraphy, praising your talent and devotion. You thought they were sweet gestures from an anonymous admirer, but Espio relished the thought of how close he was to you without you realizing it.

The day you offered him a personal batch of dango he nearly broke his stoic demeanor. You had made them just for him, you said. Did you know what that meant to him? Probably not. But to Espio, it was a declaration of love. And he wasn't about to let anyone else take that away from him.

Vector:

Vector was loud, brash, and utterly smitten from the moment he stepped foot into your bakery. He wasn't even supposed to be there, Charmy had begged him to stop in because he'd heard about your chocolate tarts. he wasnt interested in tarts at all, nit at the time at least, but when he saw you everything changed.

You handed him a tart with that warm smile of yours, and it was like a thunderbolt struck his heart. He'd never tasted anything so sweet in his life, and it wasnt just the dessert. It was you. You had this way of making him feel like the center of the universe, even when you were serving a dozen other customers. It wasn't long before Vector was finding excuses to visit every single day.

"Got any new recipes today?" he'd ask, leaning on the counter with a wide grin. He didn't care what you gave him, everything you made was a masterpiece in his eyes. But what really hooked him was how you always remembered his favorites. That personal touch made him feel special, like he mattered more than anyone else.

Vector's feelings quickly spiraled into obsession. He started bringing you little gifts, flowers, trinkets, even some expensive baking supplies he thought you might like. (Rest of chaotix wasnt thrilled with the excessive money spending) At first, you found it endearing, but then he started showing up unannounced after hours, claiming he was "just in the neighborhood."

One night, as you were closing up, you turned to find him standing in the doorway with a sheepish grin. "Thought you might need some help carrying stuff," he said. You didn’t want to be rude, so you let him stay. But as the weeks went on, his visits became more frequent, his presence more suffocating.

Vector couldn't stand seeing you serve other customers with the same kindness you showed him. He started scaring off anyone who looked like they were getting too close, his booming voice and imposing stature enough to make most people think twice about hanging around. He even tried to convince you to hire him as security, saying you needed someone to "keep an eye on things."

You laughed it off, but Vector wasn't joking. He’d do anything to protect you, even if it meant keeping you all to himself.

Silver:

Silver's obsession was quieter, more insidious. He didn’t stumble into your bakery by chance, he was drawn to the warmth and happiness radiating from it. Coming from his world, your little shop from sonics was a beacon of hope.

The first time he saw you, he was too shy to come in. He watched through the window as you handed out cupcakes to a group of children, your laughter carrying through the glass. You looked so... perfect. Untouchable. But Silver couldn’t stay away. The next day, he worked up the courage to step inside, his heart pounding as you greeted him.

Silver was awkward at first, fumbling over his words as he tried to order. But you were patient, helping him choose something from the menu, and he left with a bag of pastries and a heart full of newfound affection. From that moment on, he was hooked, not just on your baking, but on you.

Unlike Espio and Vector, Silver's jealousy didn’t manifest in overt ways. Instead, he used his powers to subtly manipulate situations. If someone seemed too interested in you, their car might mysteriously break down, or they'd lose something important and have to leave. Silver didn't want to scare you, he just wanted to protect you. To keep you safe from anyone who might take you away from him.

He started spending more time at your bakery, sitting at a corner table with a book or sketchpad. He told himself it was harmless, that he just liked being near you. But as his feelings deepened, so did his obsession. He began sketching pictures of you, filling page after page with drawings of your smile, your hands as you kneaded dough, the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about a new recipe.

Silver dreamed of a future where it was just the two of you, baking together in a quiet little home far away from the rest of the world. He even started practicing his own baking skills, hoping to impress you. One day, he brought you a loaf of bread he'd made, his cheeks turning pink as he handed it to you. It wasn't perfect, but you praised his effort, and that small moment of encouragement only fueled his obsession further.

As time went on, Silver's desperation to keep you close grew. He started leaving little notes tucked into your apron pockets, each one more heartfelt than the last. You thought they were sweet, but you had no idea how deeply his obsession ran, or how far he was willing to go to make sure you were his and his alone.

[dust-sans-simp]

Imagine

Content Warnings: None

If Espio had a crush on you, we would not tell a single soul. But that doesn't matter because Vector would be a very poor detective and friend if he didn't notice Espio's feelings for you. He will tease the poor ninja relentlessly, but at least has the decency to not do it in front of you. After several months of this Vector gets fed up and starts playing the role of wingman.

He will push Espio to confess almost any chance he gets, hyping him anyway he can. And if Espio decides he wants to tell you? I imagine Vector gently shoving him toward you with a "Go get her", only to face palm when Espio chickens-out last second.

I can totally see Vector getting so fed-up that he just lock you two in a closet together until Espio confesses. He's super proud of his friend though.

The teasing only gets worse after you're together, but you can shut the crocodile up by bringing up Vanilla.

[lavenlady]

AAAA!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH I AM GLAD THAT YOU LIKED MY IDEA!!! THIS STORY IS SO COOL!!!!

And can I ask you to write a sequel? I would like to see the interactions between the child reader and the characters of the second season.

Here you go! Enjoy!

✪ The Last ✪ | Metal Cardbot & Metal Cardbot S x Child!Cardbot!Reader - part 2

part 1, part 3

You were waiting for others to return with the mini Gallons, you were pacing around nervously. That is untill they returned, or you have thought so. Blue Cop and Jun were accompanied by a girl named Peruru. You were confused, where were the rest?

You with mini Gallons in your servos quickly closed the distance between them. Your cheerful expression flattering as you noticed there were no summoning of others. You looked at Blue Cop with your innocent wide optics, expecting him to explain the situation. Did they go somewhere you didn't know?

The police car slowly and in the lightest way possible says what happened. Now they had to help the newcomer and find where that shrimp-looking Cardbot kept your family. You were slowly playing less and less, having nobody to spent time with you. Even when new team members appeared, you just couldn't forget about the previous one. Buffy giving you fuel, Ambie teaching you new thing, Phoenix's water cannons, Shadow's pranks, Dexter's nature talks, Busty's inventions, Guardy's sword, Fleta's practice shooting, Trucker's Musica Latina, Hook's and Iron's banter - you missed everything dearly.

You would quietly sit by the entrance of the Auto Shop and wait for them to return, only to be presented with someone new. The mini Gallons accompanied you as if watching over for Buster Gallon. It's not like you despised the newcomers, you felt as if you were replacing your family. After first Cardbot was sealed you finally got some alone time with Blue Cop.

" Where is Iron or Hook or others? I miss them Blue... " You stared from your usual spot into the road, waiting for similar vehicles to appear. Blue Cop's guilt ate away at his processor. He could only assure you that they were somewhere and just needed to be found. He even took off his hat for you to try on, but your reaction wasn't as ecstatic as would usually be. It made him worry further, but his new teammates had something in store.

Cielo was at first cold and distant, even to you. You would offer fuel to him and ask about his friends, but he avoided looking at you. You always thought you were doing something wrong. That is untill he explained his friendship with Mukara. After that he would accept little tinkers you brought to him, even if he didn't know what they were for. He offered fly with you around, but was politely declined by Blue Cop after witnessing how fast he could go. Mega Ambler wouldn't forgive him if anything happened to you.

Musclehyde immediately got along with you, he even did a little interview accompanied by you with others. You liked how funny it looked when he switched his horns, he even let you and Cielo mess with them. You thought his second pair of servos was cool and often asked to play with them. He really was like a gentle giant, he managed to make you play with enthusiasm again. You loved to spend time with him and listened to his stories from interviews.

Rock Crush was nice to hang out with, though a little frightened, but still one of the best Cardbots you met. He was careful with you, mostly because his vision was bad and simply didn't want to accidentally hurt you. You liked his drill and freezing ability. You were often near him, pulling him with you wherever you went. You even kept your volume down for him and he adored that.

Red Blitz was the one behind the dissapearance of your family, so naturally you held a grouge. This earned him a nickname Shrimp, aimed to make fun of his appearance that resembled the animal. You didn't get along well at first, but overtime he started to be more tolerable. You found his ability cool and unique. He wouldn't admit it, but you are quite fun to spend time with, even if you have your disagreements.

Deep Bite has the coolest alternate mode you had ever seen! What do you mean he looked scary? His shark teeth were the best. At first you were shy, hiding behind Blue Cop's legs. Deep Bite thought he scared you untill you found the courage later and complimented his looks. Maybe he would get along with Shadow X. His trident was cool too! He spent time listening to you, gladly answering any question you had.

Blasttrain is truly something, having a drone? It was the first time you saw one. You were curious about the train and often would try to talk to him. You were shocked that he could fly in the air, creating his own rails. You were mesmerised by him. He would always have an optic out for you, you were still a child afterall and needed some supervision.

Glober was at first a mystery, though you liked to hear the Cardbot's stories from his travels. You followed him around whenever he showed up. You were grateful he kept Rock Crush safe and hoped to spent time with him for a longer time. You found out his hat was detachable like Blue Cop's and ever since tried to get a hold of it.

Sky Gallop is a plane, a big one at that so you were awe struck. His ability was cool! He could gallop through the air! Though you caught little glimpses of each other, you got along well. His bow reminded you of Fleta Z' one. Oh, how much you missed all of them.

Flash Vector and Spark Beat spent a short time with you, but liked you already. The first one to meet you was Flash Vector, who saw you with other Cardbots in Auto Shop. Spark Beat heard about you from him. You were probably the lone surviving child of Machina. After everything was over they spent the little time to get to know you well. You truly were a miracle.

Flame Nova was impressed, a single child surviving in space and luckily ending up on Earth. You have so much potential. After winning, he planned to separate you from them and teach you his way of a Star Guardian. Even though he got beat, he still could influence your life. You hadn't really interacted with him yet, but from what Blue Cop explained, he was a bad person. Now at least you all can try to change his twisted point of view.

Gigantrex had little time to get along with you, but made the best of it anyway. He was so tall! Maybe even surpassing Heavy Iron! He really was like a father, it was evident that he deeply cared about Red Blitz and he returned the feeling. He was soft with you as well, even though Spellanza was transporting Cardbots, they were all adults, not children, so you were a blessing in disguise.

After the final battle and the return of the previous team everyone started to talk to each other. You mostly looked at them, happy that they returned, but having little to no energy to spend time with them. The first Cardbot to talk to you was Mega Ambler, as the teams medic he had to check if you were well. You nearly feel into recharge in the middle of the check. The older Cardbot could only sigh as he picked up your exhausted form from the ground and placed you comfortably in his arms.

You tiredly interacted with everyone, content with your family finally being found. After a long while it was the time to depart and everyone choose their new paths. As you all were to be placed into the Metal Breath, you managed to give a tired wave to your new friends, who returned the small gesture. Soon you found yourself on the way home as the other kids started to go through the taken photos.

You caught a glimpse of a familiar frame, Red Blitz. " Isn't that Shrimp? " You watched with your now wide awake optics as you analyzed the photo.

" Who? " Black Hook looked funny at you. Others followed suit as they had never heard that name before.

" Him, Shrimp! " Your hologram floated closer to the figure in the photo you were talking about.

" Oh Yeah, Red Blitz. " Blue Cop replied, remembering you had talked about this nickname before.

" Hmm, I see the similarities. " Buffalo Crush was the next to speak up. " Why did you come up with it? "

" Uhh, well - I was mad, so I though the nickname had to make fun of him, but I never called him that. " You sheepishly looked the other way. Then Black Hook laughed at the revelation.

" They learned from the best, right weird eyes? " He waited for the wanted reply.

" What did you just say?! " And so Heavy Iron and Black Hook started arguing as always, with them there would be no peace. You listened in with slight happiness, you had gained new friends and found your family. Finally you were all together after so long! You hoped it would last as long as it could.

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[viktorappreciation]

Chatting about foreplay with our ripper husband. That's all I heard anyway. 😘

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Viral Vector Chp.1 (Echo X Reader)

Another addition to Caduceus. We've hit The Bad Batch now! This may be a bit of a brief series, but we'll see!

Enjoy!

Chapter 2.

Galactic Empire

TW: Order 66, death, shooting, Jedi genocide, mention of blood and gore, reader insert, Reader is gender neutral, Reader a medical scientist, Echo x Reader, a bit of a slow-burn though

Minimally proofread and edited LOL

Minors DNI

DNA.

Deoxyribonucleic acid

Definition: a self-replicating material that is present in nearly all living organisms as the main constituent of chromosomes. It is the carrier of genetic information.

Living organisms. Humans. Pantorans. Twi’leks. Togrutas. Many more species in the wide Galaxy.

And clones.

Clones of Jango Fett. a Mandalorian bounty hunter with a strong paternal instinct and superior fighting skills. 

Handsome too, but you try not to let anyone know. 

Kamino, your home and workplace as a medical scientist, did not see clones as living beings. Most of your colleagues viewed them as property. A notion that went against everything you knew with ethics and morals. 

Even if you weren’t technically a part of the cloning experiments, you still interacted with many of them daily. Afterall, along with your lab and research, Shaak Ti had put you and several others incharge of running a clinic for the clones. 

Your place was taken from a lower level Hospital on Coruscant and put all the way to Kamino at the Jedi’s request. Once the war had begun, they wanted several non-Kaminoan doctors overseeing the clones' health as they grew and trained. You, along with a few others, had volunteered to stay on the stormy planet. To you, this was an escape away from the dark, crime filled low levels of the Republic planet. 

Apparently the Jedi tried to stress ethics to the Kaminoans, only for their words to fall on deaf ears. So, the compromise was the clinic.

You mostly saw cadets with bruises from tussling with batchmates, training accidents and occasional sicknesses their rapidly developing immune systems couldn't handle. Rarely did you receive any true emergencies, but it was fine. Less emergencies meant more time for you to research. 

It was medicine. Created specifically to slow a clones ' accelerated aging.

It was a secret. One that you were careful not to tell anyone. 

Well…Except for Omega. 

The little girl was a helpful assistant. Nala Se didn’t like her going out of the lab, so you meeting her was entirely an accident. She hid in your office months ago during a surprise lockdown. Apparently a clone had triggered a false alarm, but no one knew that at the time. 

Ever since then, when Nala Se didn’t have her, she wanted to spend time with you.

Right now, she was with you and Rig Nema, a Jedi healer. The older woman had come to visit Kamino at the request of Shaak Ti. You weren’t entirely sure why, but she seemed interested in your clinic.

“How many patients do you see in a day?” The Jedi asked as she helped you tend to Rein, a Kamino guard who, unfortunately, was hit by the shrapnel of an exploded training droid. 

“It can vary,” You informed her with a smile, “depending on when specific batches train. Some are more prone to injuries than others.”

“Like Clone Force 99?” Omega chimed in from where she was organizing some medicine for you.

Rig tilted her head, silently asking you to explain. 

“Genetically different clones.” You explained quickly, “They had genetic mutations that gave them…advantageous traits.” They were your friends. Having developed a rather close relationship with them since they were often at Kamino. 

Especially Echo. The ARC trooper had always been polite and kind to you. He’d visit your clinic first whenever Force 99 had returned from a mission. You were already friendly with the other members of the squad when he officially joined them.  His addition was welcome, and you treated him with the same amount of respect as you did the rest of them. It helped him feel welcome, even normal after everything he went through on Skako Minor.

She nodded in understanding. The Jedi was about to speak before an alarm blared. The lights overhead turned red, bathing everywhere with crimson. In between the high pitched beeps, a gravelly, unfamiliar voice announced.

Execute Order 66. 

You looked around confused, stepping away from the clone on the medical bed. What the hell was Order 66? The beeping stopped just as quickly as it started, but the lights were still a deep red.

Beside you, Rig stumbled back, gripping her head. You were at her side, hands holding her arm firmly. She was weak all of a sudden, and worry washed over you.

“Ms. Rig?” Omega approached, looking concerned. She had abandoned her task, and approached the two of you. 

“I got her.” You informed the blonde child, “Omega, go to the back of the room and hide behind the scanner. Can you do that?”

She nodded and rushed back, getting out of sight quickly.

You weren’t sure what was happening, but you’d be damned if anything happened to Omega.

“The Force…” The woman in your arms was trembling, “It's…It's weeping.” 

Your hands squeezed her arm, “Stay with me, Jedi.” You lead her to the bed across from Rein, who was already standing. He seemed ready, tense and prepared to fight if needed.

It was a relief, having a trained guard. Once he was up, you turned to see him holding a laser scalpel. Your brow furrowed and you spoke, “Rein…What are you-”

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He mumbled coldly, twirling the medical instrument in his hand, “The Jedi have committed treason against the Republic. Step aside or you will be executed.” His steps were slow and deliberate.

“Rein, what…?” Your confusion was palpable. You tried to get between him and the Jedi healer behind you, “Slow down, whats-”

The clone guard grabbed your shoulder and shoved you out of the way. He used enough force to cause you to stumble, hands and knees hitting the sterile white tiles. You looked up as soon as you heard the Rig and Rein scuffle.

“Get back!” Rig shouted. She raised a hand, lifting him with the Force. Her free hand activated her bright green lightsaber, “Why are you doing this!?”

“Good soldiers follow orders.” Rein repeated, raising a shaky hand to make a weak attempt at a stab. She, however, raised him higher before throwing him into the wall.

You heard a crack and Omega yelp from her hiding spot.

Before you could speak, the healer panicked. She ran out of your clinic, lightsaber ready. However before the door fully closed, you saw Kamino guards with their blasters aimed, as if waiting for her.

The sound of multiple rifles firing pierced your ears through the door. After the barrage of noise, there was the thump of a body hitting the metal floor of the hall. Then silence.

“What…” You scrambled to your feet and shot to the door. It slid open and you nearly tripped over Rig’s smoking corpse. She had been riddled with blaster bolt holes. Her eyes were still wide with terror, and her lightsaber was tight in her palm. Blood began to surround her, staining the once white floors.

All around you were clones. Those you recognized. Those you treated. But they looked…empty. Their helmets were on. Their blasters were steady. 

“Doctor,” Captain Silvo lowered his gun, “Did this traitor harm you?” 

“What…What is going on?” Even the Captain sounded unlike himself. It seemed like every clone had their personality stripped away, leaving only husks. 

What the fuck was going on!?

“The Jedi have committed treason against the Republic.” He answered, repeating Rein’s words. He motioned for the others to lower their own weapons, “We were given orders to execute them.” 

“The Jedi…as in…All of them?” 

“Yes, Doctor.”

It felt like the floor beneath you collapsed. The Jedi. Peacekeepers. Were ordered to be executed?

Omega had crawled from her hiding spot, and you turned, raising a hand to her, “Stay back. Close your eyes and stay right there.” You didn’t want her to see…Rig.

Kamino suddenly felt…cold. Empty. Everyone around you, your former friends, were now strangers. 

“I..I see Captain.” You swallowed. Your instincts were screaming at you to run. But Omega was behind you. She could be in danger if you acted out, “Well…I…I’m glad none of you were…hurt by the…traitor.” 

The word barely managed to leave your mouth. You swallowed thickly.

“There is still more out there. But they will be brought to justice.” He answered your statement with coldness. 

Your nod was stiff, “Thank you, Captain.” 

“Return to your duties, Doctor.” He turned swiftly before commanding his men, “Spread out, there are more Jedi on Kamino. Find them and execute on sight. You three, get this body covered and out of the way.” 

You were shaking when you turned back into your clinic. the door closed behind you, and there was silence. The light switched back and you blinked, adjusting your eyes to the sudden lack of crimson.

Omega stared at you, wringing her hands and looking so small. Wordlessly, you knelt and she ran into your arms for a hug.

You waited as you held her. Until you didn’t hear the plastoid boots outside. Until you didn’t hear the shuffling of Rig’s body being taken. Until you were certain the chaos had passed.

You waited until Nala Se walked into the clinic, “There you are.” She sounded as steady and emotionless as ever, “Come. There is still work to do.” 

Behind her were two clones, both wearing the identifiable Coruscant red. 

Shock troopers.

“Nala Se…?” You looked at the Kaminoan, “What…happened?” 

“The Jedi have betrayed the Republic.” She stated, repeating things you already knew, “They are being hunted and executed.” 

None of this made sense…

You squeezed Omega before letting her go to follow your boss. She gave you a sad look but remained silent as she stepped behind Nala Se. Wordlessly, you watched as the two of them walked out of your clinic. Once they were gone, you grabbed your holo, attempting to get a hold of your other colleagues. 

Silence. The others, those you came to Kamino with, didn’t answer. 

Assuming the worst, you tried to seek them out. Your assumptions were half-correct. Some of them were killed, either by interfering or cut down by panicked Jedi. Others you managed to catch in the hangar before they left to go back home. 

“The war is over, we’re leaving before Nala Se fires us officially.” Doctor Ulluk stated, stepping on the transport. You debated on going with them. Leaving the cloning facility behind, but before you could move, another ship touched down. 

The Marauder. Clone Force 99. 

You stepped back, watching your colleagues and friends leave Kamino.

The troopers, Guard, Shiny and Shock, shuffled and moved around. They resembled droids, emotionless and empty as they walked in line. Announcements rang out from the intercom system, directing them. No one bid you any mind.

Level five lockdown remains in effect. Security teams report to the command center.

You walked towards the ship slowly, waiting until the clone force stepped off. Once they did, you approached.

Hunter stepped down first, brown eyes scanning the area. He was alert, guarded yet calm. He gave a questioning look to you when he was on the Kaminoan floors. Wrecker was the same, but more curious than tense, he gave a friendly wave. Tech was beside him, unsurprisingly tapping a datapad. Crosshair looked uninterested, bored even, at the state of Kamino.

Once Echo Stepped down, he saw you and got to your side first, “You look spooked.” He was concerned, looking your form over for any injuries, “What happened?”

“Doctor, do you know what's going on?” Hunter got beside the ARC trooper, “This…isn't a drill.”

“Oh, man. What did we miss now?” Wrecker huffed, crossing his arms. 

A shock trooper, one with a datapad, stopped and answered, “The end of the war.”

The sergeant turned to him, “Say again, trooper?”

He answered, voice flat and emotionless, “General Grievous was defeated on Utapau. The Separatist leadership has collapsed. The war is over.” Behind him, two other clones were pushing a wheeled autopsy table. Draped over it was a white sheet, covering the body underneath.

Your eyes widened, watching as it passed. You were frozen, hyper focused on who was on the table.

“Just like I said.” Tech barely looked up from his datapad. His eyes roamed the screen, uninterested in the world around him.

Wrecker gasped, “It is like you said!”

Crosshair and Tech both rolled their eyes.

A lightsaber rolled from the autopsy table and hit the floor with a clatter. A hand, Rig’s hand, slipped out, confirming it was her under the sheet. 

Your throat tightened as the Shock trooper knelt and picked up the Jedi weapon, “Is there a problem?”

Hunter answered first, “No problem.” He looked to his squad before continuing, “We'll just head to our barracks then.”

The trooper nodded, continuing to walk, “Best hurry. There's a mandatory general assembly at 1500.”

Echo put a gloved hand to your shoulder, “Doc?” 

“That was Rig,” You whispered, “I watched them…they just…”

“Stay calm.” Hunter’s harsh, hushed tone snapped you out of your state, “Explain everything once we have some privacy.”

With a nod, you followed them to their barracks. Echo was at your right, and Crosshair was at your left. Occasionally Hunter would cast a glance back to you, as if making sure you were still present. Wrecker and Tech were behind you. The squad encircled you, as if intending to protect you. 

“Are you ok?” The ARC trooper leaned closer to whisper, “did anyone hurt you?” He was protective. Ever since you met him he’s always tried to keep you safe. 

Really all the clones had the drive to protect. To fight and defend. But after….after order 66….

That instinct was gone now. From all of them.

You shook your head and were about to speak when a shock trooper snapped, “Where do you think you're going, doctor?” He wore the standard painted red armor. There was a rifle in his hands as he spoke to you. 

You froze and damn near jumped out of your skin when he demanded an answer. Echo stopped beside you, as did the others of his squad. 

“I…They..” Your voice was lost, and after a quick clearing of your throat, you gave a proper answer, “Examining Clone Force 99. They’ve just returned from their mission and…”

“There is a Level Five Lockdown in effect.” The trooper stepped towards you, “All nonessential personnel are to go to their quarters and remain until the all clear is given.” 

You hated pulling rank, but in the hierarchy of Kamino, you stood above most clones, “Excuse me,” your tone became stern, hiding your shock from earlier. With a quick movement, you had your I.D out and nearly shoved in the clone's helmet, “I head the clinic in medical wing B. I am essential personnel. If it's such an issue for me to be out, you can take it directly to Nala Se.”

After a second, the Coruscant Guard stepped back, “My apologies Doctor. Continue on your way.”

Echo shared a look with you, “Are…you allowed to be with us?”

“No.” you admitted once the guard was out of earshot, “But I…I’m scared. I don’t want to be alone.” It felt like you were in the ocean, surrounded by predators. All they needed was a single drop of blood before they attacked.

Would they gun you down like they did the Jedi? Or would they opt to throw you in a cell? Would they try to mind-wipe you the same way many of their brothers had been? 

Your pace was hurried once you got to their barracks. The door slid open, and Crosshair damn near shoved you inside. Hunter caught you and gave the sniper a harsh look. 

Their barracks were messy but homey. There were posters and used targets on the walls. There were scribbles and doodles carved into the once shiny metal. Tables had droid pieces, tools and other projects that Tech most likely worked on. 

It was…personalized. Very Un-Kaminoan.

Hunter was about to speak when his comrade cut him off.

Wrecker walked past you, letting out a small cheer, “Ah! Good to be back!” He stretched his large arms above his head, entirely missing your state, “Well, I'll get the board. Eleven more successful missions.”

“Kaller wasn’t a win,” Hunter softly chastised his brother. He wanted to hear what you had to say, but Wrecker chimed in again to argue.

“Says who?” The larger clone turned, facing the team leader, “We completed our objective.”

“Not every objective.” It was Crosshair that spoke, not allowing you to talk, “Hunter let that Jedi kid escape.” His arms were crossed, glaring at the long haired sergeant, “Or do you want to keep lying to us?”

“E-even the padawans?” Your throat tightened. Horror washed over you all over again. Nausea slammed into your stomach, and you nearly dry heaved. You slapped your hand over your mouth and bent slightly. 

Children were executed too?

Echo’s arms were around you, “Everyone, shut up!” He snapped, “None of this makes sense!” His angry gaze was trained on the sniper, clearly not happy he wanted a padawan dead, “Those clones served alongside General Billaba for years. How could they have turned on her like that?”

“Because of the regs programming,” Tech finally spoke up, hands tinkering with a small robotic project.

Programming…

You looked up at the intellectual clone, realization dawning on you. 

Months before this, Kamino was put on lockdown. A clone and a Coruscant doctor had infiltrated the labs and went through genetic files searching for something. To your knowledge they were trying to cure another clone from a disease of some type. 

The trooper had died anyway. And according to the news from Coruscant, once the ARC trooper and doctor left, the clone had gone insane and killed the doctor before trying to assassinate the Chancellor. 

It was shared with the medical team that every clone had a bio-mechanical chip in their brains. You were told that the chip was planted to help the clones deal with the stresses of war. What caused the ARC trooper to go insane was a breakdown of said chip. In his insanity, he killed the doctor.

But now it was clear, you had been lied to. 

“It's been well documented that the Kaminoans inhibited the cognitive functions of clones to engineer them to follow orders without question,” Tech continued, “The good doctor here can confirm.” His eyes were on the small trinket he was working on.

You nodded, “I…I think…Yes. But I’d need to confirm. Check some records…” You straightened, still feeling sick to a degree, “All the clones were programmed to kill Jedi after being given an order.”

Wrecker furrowed his brow, “If that's the case, why weren’t we affected?” 

“Obviously, we are different,” The intellectual clone picked up a small screwdriver and continued to tighten something in his project, “They manipulated preexisting aberrations in our DNA, resulting in your brute strength, Crosshair's sharpshooting skills, Hunter's enhanced senses and my exceptional mind.”

“Those differences make you immune.” You looked at Echo. He still kept a hand on your shoulder, something you appreciated, “And Echo, most likely what happened to you on Skako Minor…it might have affected the chip. So the order didn’t affect you either.” 

He sighed and looked down, “Lucky me…” However, his eyes met yours again, “All the Jedi executed, even…”

“Most likely General Skywalker too. I’m sorry, Echo.” You raised a hand to squeeze his shoulder before pulling him into a comforting hug. 

He told you stories of Skywalker. How he was a good, if adventurous general. How he cared for his men deeply enough to risk everything for them. 

And now…the Jedi general was most likely dead too. Shot in the back by the very troopers he fought alongside.

You hoped, for Echo’s sake, he was alive and in hiding. 

The former ARC trooper accepted the embrace before he pulled away, turning to look out the window. You could see the storm of emotions in his soft brown eyes. Hunter was about to speak, most likely offer words of sympathy, but he had been cut off by an announcement over the PA system.

All personnel report to the staging area for a briefing on the state of the Republic.

You shared a confused look with Wrecker. That was sudden…

“This is one meeting I don't want to miss,” Hunter shrugged and began to walk out of the barracks. 

“First time for everything.” Crosshair snarked, following the sergeant. 

You followed the others before bidding farewell and going to your designated place. Your thoughts overwhelmed your mind and you nearly walked right into Nala Se’s back when you met up with her and Omega.

The young girl greeted you happily and grabbed your hand. She smiled up at you, “Good to see you, doctor!” 

Your smile was small but you were relieved to know that she seemed to handle the rapid change well enough, “Glad to see you, Omega. Are you alright?” 

She nodded, but remained silent when Lama Su joined you three.

You were behind the heads Kamino. The scientists and leaders you reported to walked steadily to the observation deck. None of them seem bothered from the chaos just hours before. No one seemed to care that Shaak Ti was gone…

Was she dead? Did Commander Colt shoot her down? Or did she escape and survive? 

You were so deep in thought you missed the entirety of the beginning of the briefing. In fact, you didn’t even register that it was Chancellor Palpetine announcing the news. By the time you snapped into focus, he was already giving a speech. 

“and the Jedi rebellion has been foiled. The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated.” The holo echoed around the large staging area. “The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed. But I assure you. My resolve has never been stronger!”

Troopers stood in line. You could easily spot clone force 99. Their black and red armor was stark against the white plastoid of the other soldiers. 

“In order to ensure the security and continuing stability the Republic will be reorganized,” Palpetine continued, and you perked up. 

“into the first Galactic Empire!”

Immediately troopers began to cheer. Many raised their fists in celebration, however, some of them looked around as if confused, entirely shocked by the news.

Your head spun, no longer hearing the speech. 

Galactic…Empire…?

[supernova41st]

Vector and Baker Reader interaction

Vector: What’s with you and baking? Every time I see ya you’re either mixin’ a batch of that stuff or your eating it

(Y/N): Hm, not sure, it’s always helped me calm down when I’m stressed.

Vector: I mean I just start doing shots of vodka but cake works too

[agnesandhilda]

taste is subjective etc but I truly do not understand what anyone could find sexually attractive about ego jinpachi

[enola6]

An Interesting Mind

(Vector Hyllus/Reader)

Alderaan was not full of blitheness, nor was it serene.

It was elegant.

It was lush.

At the same time, however, it seemed hollow and lifeless to her. Under the guise of riches and luxury, Lady Thul was miserable. And though she was miserable and bored, she became entertained by an offworlder. Having captivated the attention of a Coruscanti journalist assigned to the task of covering politics off-world. And though she had once believed Coruscant to be the epitome of corruption and grief, she was certainly proven wrong by the Alderaanians—at least by the Thuls.

They were a people paranoid of their enemies. Even Urtel Moren, Lady Thul’s usually stoic bodyguard, illuminated an aura of fear when Jedi and politics were mentioned. The journalist followed him outside, notepad in hand.

"Miss (y/n)," he turned around while being followed in the palace gardens. "May I assist you in anything?"

The Coruscanti took note of the naturalness of Alderaan. Hills that never seemed to stop growing, rills that held water that would never stop flowing. A sky so clear you could see the stars at night and the shapes of clouds during the day...

It was everything Coruscant was not, and yet she yearned for her home.

"I have finished my report on House Thul." She stated, standing straight as if the Sith intimidated her. He waited for her to continue, confused as to why she was speaking to him. Being from offworld, she was only permitted to speak to her host family, not to anyone else, in fear of slander regarding the imperials on Alderaan.

"So you will be leaving us soon?" He inquired.

"No," Her answer startled him, yet he was not surprised. "I wish to explore this planet’s wildlife. Remember that man who visited the house when I first arrived? His eyes the colour of cinders, and he spoke using the word ‘WE’ instead of ‘I’".

"Yes, I remember the Joiner."

She found his tone welcoming and stepped closer to him, showing him the notes she had taken in her notebook. Scribbles as well as random words observed by the journalist graced her singular page dedicated to the man. She was quite embarrassed, to say the least, but the man and his talk of killiks intrigued her.

"I wish to research his condition... I want to venture onto Killik grounds."

“Lady Thul will not permit such an endeavor from someone she is hosting. Your safety will be at risk, Miss (y/n).”

“I know, my Lord. That is the beauty of it.” Thrantas flew above them, creating a gust of wind to close the pages of her book. She placed her book on the latch of her belt where it had always hung, sometimes hitting her legs. “On Coruscant I was given menial work, nothing of importance and seldomly allowed to investigate topics off-world. Now that I have the chance to investigate this… anomaly…”

He sensed her curiosity and recognized it as something dangerous. Journalists have the power to spread news of the war, they also hold the power to change it.

“If you do not offer me directions to their hives, then I will tell the lady of the house about your reports.”

She knew it was wrong, and her heart sank while she spoke to the sith. The enormous derelict camps on Taris reminded her of the jedi. She remembered a child, cradled in his mother’s arms, slowly transform into a rakghoul. She remembered returning to the camp, and her droid detected no human. There was the Barsen'thor, in the capital and when she begged she did not investigate.

Taris was no longer the planet of great civilization , and she blamed the jedi and sith and their stupid war.She however, also knew about his mission. That child was born with knowledge of sith legends , something the bodyguard was ordered to retrieve by the emperor .

“Do not fool me.”

His body softened and the clench he held in his fists was loosened. The redness of his robes created a soft breeze upon her skin as he turned around and began walking down the concrete , white path. From his steps, she thought she saw his footsteps illuminate red, but then again she shook her head and it was gone.

“Tomorrow morning before the sun rises , you will meet me here.” He turned his head around and spoke to her through telepathy, a skill she hated from the sith. “You will bring the coordinates but if you are lying then I will find you and strike you down. Don’t think Republic-ridden Coruscant will save you.”

Bright stars in the sky kept the curious journalist awake as she leaned on the pillows on her temporary bed. A bed she would know no longer.

It was bright and early, too early for (y/n) to comprehend her thoughts in the cold breeze of the mountains. Stupidly , She had not dressed for the cold, believing the weather to be warm and soothing, the perfect temperature for an adventure . A cold nip bit her cheeks , making her cheeks rosy and puffy. Ice stuck to her boots and she almost sprained her ankle on a rock which stood in her way. Urtel Moren took large strides , it was hard for (y/n) to keep up.

“My Lord” She called out while trying to keep his pace “my Lord!”

“Slow down, my Lord!”

He stopped in his tracks and didn’t bother turning , for he sensed her struggle behind him and let her fall on her face.

“There is no need.” He spoke calmly .

“This is … “

“Yes, miss (y/n), this is Killik territory . Feared by many , except the simple.”

She noticed his eyes darken.

Darken as they would around jedi.

Darken as they would around enemies of House Thul.

It was all too soon, he reached for his lightsaber and all she saw was the gleam of red haunt her vision with its overpowering force. Thoughtlessly, she instinctively stepped back, retreating from the looming danger of the sith. In her haste, she stumbled and fell into a hole, a refuge of desperation. Her heart raced as she landed, and her back collided with a jagged rock. Pain surged through her body, and the impact was enough to force her into unconsciousness. Once again , she hit a rock , forcing her to become unconscious as she heard the eerie sound of the kiliks. The world around her grew distant as darkness enveloped her, leaving her fate uncertain in the face of the menacing threat.

Her senses slowly abandoned her,as she was no longer aware of the looming threat of the red lightsaber or the haunting figure who wielded it. Instead, her unconscious form lay still in the darkness of the hole…

The killiks' delicate antennae brushed against her motionless body, as they communicated silently with one another in their distinct language . In their intricate and collective way, they assessed the intruder, unaware of her purpose . The unconscious woman remained at the mercy of these enigmatic creatures, her fate uncertain as they probed and examined her in the cold, unforgiving darkness.

They gently lifted her from the cold, rocky ground, their coordinated efforts carrying her with surprising care and precision. In their collective intelligence, they recognized her as something of interest, a puzzle they wished to solve.

Their joiner would know more about the strange woman.

Slowly and silently, they made their way through the intricate tunnels, guided by an unseen force—their hive mind working together to transport their newfound discovery. As they navigated the labyrinthine passages, (y/n) ‘s unconscious form was brought closer to their destination.

Finally, they arrived at the nest where Vector Hyllus, the joiner, awaited. He was standing, surrounded by a soft, bioluminescent glow emanating from the Kilik nests. The Kiliks approached, their intricate chittering signaling their discovery to the human. He understood them and studied the unknown woman with interest.

A Killik stepped forward and handed Vector her belt. The belt seemed small in the insectoid creature's grasp, but the creature recognized it as useful and important.

With a mixture of curiosity and gratitude, he unzipped the pouch attached to the belt carefully and found the journal inside. The journal was filled with meticulous research notes and observations about Joiners and the enigmatic Kilik species. Vector's own history as a Joiner, someone bonded with the Kiliks, made this discovery even more intriguing.

“(y/n) (l/n)...” he whispered as he traced his finger over the title page of the journal.

He looked upon her once more and came to the realization that she was a woman he recognized from house Thul. He remembered her pheromones of curiosity and the way her eyes never left him.

As he flipped through the pages, his eyes widened with understanding and interest. (y/n) had dedicated significant time and effort to studying the connection between Joiners and Kiliks. Her research could hold valuable insights into the intricate relationship between the two and potentially reveal new aspects of their unique bond.

“Take her to a private area. She means no harm, just curiosity.”

In the darkness of his own private room, Vector’s black eyes examined the journal with such delicate ease, afraid to damage any pages from the thoughtfully crafted journal. As he examined the woman's journal and the intricate research she had compiled, his senses picked up on an unusual scent, a subtle and intoxicating fragrance that was carried in the air.

These were not ordinary scents, but rather pheromones, biological signals that held a profound and instinctual significance to the Kilik species. Pheromones were a powerful form of communication and connection for the insectoid creatures, and they conveyed a range of emotions and intentions.

Vector's unique bond with the Kiliks heightened his awareness of these chemical signals. As he inhaled the subtle, alluring scent emanating from the unconscious woman, a surge of instinctual emotions and thoughts flowed through him. He was aware that this was not just an ordinary human response, but a deep and primal connection to the Kilik hive mind, intensified by the woman's presence.

In that moment, a complex and unconventional bond began to form in Vector's mind, a connection that went beyond mere curiosity. He recognized the woman's pheromones as an invitation, an offer of unity with the Kiliks in a way that was both intriguing and unsettling. However, Vector was still a diplomatic and open-minded individual. A part of him was still human.

With these thoughts in mind, Vector Hyllus closed the journal, his mind filled with a mixture of fascination and uncertainty. The discovery of the woman's research and the presence of her pheromones had opened a new and uncharted chapter in the complex relationship between Joiners, Kiliks, and (y/n).

When she awoke some time later, her hair amess and out of the many braids she had twisted them in. She reached for her belt, she had packed a silver blade before she had ventured , not trusting the sith in his full capacity. However, when she reached down she felt nothing but empty belt loops that held no leather, and no notebook.

(y/n’s) senses slowly returned, and she found herself in the presence of Vector Hyllus and the Killiks. Confusion clouded her thoughts as she attempted to make sense of the situation. It was what she wanted , and for the first time she wished to be back at her office on Coruscant.

That was when the Joiner entered the room, causing (y/n) to turn around.

She said nothing as she made eye contact with the joiner. Her gaze shifted, and she suddenly noticed something unusual. His striking, pitch-black eyes met hers, and the sight sent a shock of surprise through her.

“You’re…” she began to stutter.

“We are Vector Hyllus ,” the joiner began to speak “Dawn Herald of the Oroboro nest. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss (y/n).”

“How do you know my name?” (y/n) moved hair from her eyes, looking fully at the man before her.

“We examined your journal. Just a precaution to see if you could be trusted.” His voice was deep and soothing , but one could hear the eusocialness radiate from his voice. (Y/N) didn’t have time to think of accents or tone. Instead, she jolted back when killiks entered the room with their menacing height and fangs.

“What frightens you?” he integrated.

“I cannot speak,” the woman began to compose, “For I am fearful of the creatures that stand in the shadows behind you.”

And though she was tired , (y/n) managed to stand and point at what was behind Vector with her ring catching his eye. It shined in the minimal light that was present in the cave. The only light seemed to be the gleaming light that radiated from the unfriendly aura of the killiks.

“These are the killiks, but you seem to be already knowledgeable about their unique anatomy and character. We have lived with them, worked with them and became them. So , Miss (y/n), what do you wish from us?”

Knowledge , research , the permission to record the hive. She would have answered that only hours ago .

“ forgive me, sir,” she began to speak “But I admit I am frightened by the eyes of black that you proudly bear. You have read my journal and know what I know…” she took a recorder from her jacket and pressed the bright red button on the top of the lip , “so tell me what the world does not for your kind is so interesting that I yearn to enlighten the world about your condition.”

They sat down and he began to speak.

For days she slept on the bed kindly offered by Mister Vector Hyllus and wrote her report, refusing to return to Coruscant without it.

But another thing made her stay. Sometimes, she would peek behind the tall walls of the cave and stare at him with complete fascination.

He would look back.

And she would blush.

Vector observed the blushing, skittish woman with a mixture of curiosity and intrigue. Her dedication to understanding the Kiliks and her unyielding determination to learn more about their bond fascinates him. He admired her. Her courage , her intellect and her beauty.

He one day caught her packing her bag. She had discussed with him the night before on her departure , how she would leave him and never see him again. That is what he feared.

“(y/n)” He called to her.

“Vector!” She loosened her shoulders and moved some hair from her face. “I haven't seen you all day. Where have you been?” she stepped closer to him, her pheromones becoming more and more present , almost intoxicating him with her unknowing spell. In the midst of the cave, a flower had bloomed from its hidden petals and became the only jewel in the room.

“(y/n) there is something we must discuss with you. We do not want you to leave.”

“Vector … I do not understand”.

“We have felt something since you’ve arrived . A sweet sensation that does not leave. It is strange we have never felt such…”

“Mister Hyllus,” She noticed his red cheeks in the darkness of the cave. “I believe you are trying to say that you like me… romantically .” she then thought of ways to convey her message to his hive mind , “in the way mates do.”

He looked down almost shamefully . No, that was the wrong word, for the feeling he felt held no shame.

“We believe so , (y/n)”

“Well , Vector,” she let her bag drop and walked closer to him. She twiddled her fingers and tried looking anywhere but him. The flustered state that they both shared seemed to be oh so contagious. “I don’t want to leave either.”

And that was her way of letting him know that she had also grown feelings for him.

“Leave the hive, just for a moment.” She whispered into his ear. The black of his eyes disappeared and a human was in front of her. A man.

“Let us enjoy ourselves…”

(y/n) did not leave for Coruscant that night.

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Movie! Shadow x gn! Reader

Word count: 3,5K

Synopsis: You find Shadow after he crashed down to earth (again)

(A/n): ‼️Spoilers for Sonic 3 and the first after credits scene‼️

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"The Wheel Of Fortune...The High Priestess...and The Lovers!" A hand flips around three tarot cards, naming each one. "Follow your intuition and you will meet your fated one!".

A (animal) mobian lets out an amused sigh, leaning on their hand. "Rosy, you've been giving me readings since you discovered it and each time I get the same fortune".

Amy smiles, placing her hands on the table. "That means it is definitely true!" She exclaims, excitedly. She gathers her cards back into the pile and picks three from them. "Alright...The Chariot...The Sun and...The Lovers! Yes!".

"So you have to go out and find the one?" (Y/n) guesses, having a bit of knowledge of it because of their friend. They watch the pink Hedgehog do a victory dance.

"What do you think fits me the best" Amy strolls over to her closet. She places a green hairband on her head, turning to (Y/n). "It matches my eyes, but I'm not sure" She tosses it off when she sees her friend shaking their head.

"Black? Not my style. Pink? Blends too much with my quills. Orange? Clashes too much. Blue?" She places a blue hairband on her head, adjusting it to be comfortable.

(Y/n) gets up and walks up to the Hedgehog. They gently remove the hairband from her. "Baby blue is not your color, maybe a brighter blue. But I think red fits you the best" They suggest.

"You're saying that because you love red" Amy takes the band from their hands and placing it on their head. "I think it suits you more".

"Thanks Rosy" (Y/n) smiles, brushing their hands against the headband.

"No problem!" The girl replies, placing a red head on her own head. "Now let's go find them" She turns to the empty pinboard, tapping her bottom lip. "Now to pin down their location" she tapes a drawing of planets in the board and throws a dart at it. It lands on a round blue and green planet.

(Y/n) walks over and looks at the small text underneath the planet. "Eeth? Uth? Ert...Earth Earth, like dirt?" They read outloud. "It looks pretty big, it's possibly gonna take ages when you finally find him".

"I am also prepared for that" Amy removes the drawing and places a map of earth. She throws another dart, almost hitting (Y/n)'s head. It lands on a big piece of land on the left side, in bold letters it says "UNITED STATES".

Immediately, Amy speeds around the room. She stuffs clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush, her harmer into a suitcase. She stood on it, trying to make it fit.

"Amy, Amy, hold on" (Y/n) places their hand on her shoulder. "You can't just rush to a planet you don't even know to find the one and how are you supposed to know it's them. Remember last time you went off, I had to go get you and bandage you up"

Amy seemed to deflate at (Y/n)'s argument, her smiles turns to a pout. She turns to her friend, giving them puppy eyes. Her puppy eyes were quite effective, challenging Cream's ones.

Giving in, (Y/n) sighs. "How about this: I go to Earth and see if it is safe for you to travel there" They offer, just wanting the best for their friend.

"Thank you, thank you!" The pink mobian exclaims, hugging the (animal). She was extremely grateful they would do this for her.

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"Already traveling to other planets, They're growing up so fast" Vector wipes his tears with a hankerchief, blowing his nose with it.

"They aren't that much younger than you" Espio calls him out. He turns to (Y/n) "Be careful".

Amy, along with their other friends stand next to eachother. They bid the (animal) goodbye, the mobians know they will be gone for a while, so they want to give a well made goodbye.

"You beter bring me a souvenir back!" Charmy requests, pulling at (Y/n)'s arm. He was pulled off by Vector, who was still crying.

Vanilla approaches the (f/c) (animal), placing a container in their hands. "I made some cake for the journey, I hope you will enjoy it" The two hug, before letting go.

Out of nowhere, (Y/n) feels something clinging to their leg. Looking down, they were met with Cream. She looked like she was about to cry, making (Y/n)'s heart melt. "You're gonna come back, right?"

The teen mobian smiles, patting the small rabbit's head. "Ofcourse, I promise" They nod. They walk to the spaceship as Cream lets go. (Y/n) gives a final wave, before stepping inside.

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The ship flies down, crashing in the woods. The door was the ship creaks open. Come out crawling was (Y/n), letting out little grunts of pain. They push themself up, grabbing their bag and putting it onto their bag. "So this is earth, quite tall trees they have here".

They travel through the forrest, trying to find a good place to set up camp. Soon, find a small cave, big enough to sleep and leave her stuff. As they put down their back, they hear a tapping sound. They turn to the entrance, finding water fall from the sky. "Water?" Slowly, they walk over to the edge of the cave, holding out their hand. They feel the droplets fall onto their palm "Woah, so beautiful".

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After countless journeys, the cave resembled more like a home. In the back sat a bed with a pillow and two blankets. At the side stood a wobbly table with a flower pot on it, a framed picture next to it of them and Amy. And finally hanging around were fairy lights they found in a trashcan.

(Y/n) sat ontop, living their legs back and forth. Their (e/c) eyes latch onto something what they assume is a comet flying across the midnight sky. It crashes down not too far away from the (animal)'s hideout.

They jump down, before rushing over where it landed. Pushing aside leaves of the trees, they gaze as the mysterious object from the sky. Light flickers from a crater, before it dims completely. They peek over to see what it was and...

"A hedgehog?"

A hedgehog with black and red quills, a patch of white fur on his chest. He was wearing white black and red gloves and shoes. Laying next to him were two slightly burned golden bracelets and a big green emerald.

Carefully, (Y/n) wraps the gem from the ground. They tense up as their feel a weird ticklish and prickly feeling go through her veins. "Woah" They mutter. They turns back to look at the hedgehog, finding that he was wounded.

They stuff the emerald and rings in their bag. Putting an arm under his knees and his back, struggling to hold him up. "Is he the one Amy is looking for?" They think outloud, walking back to their cave with the hedgehog in their arms.

Once they arrived, they lay the stranger on their bed pulling first aid kit from under the unstable table. They sit down on the mattress next to the hedgehog, taking a roll of bandage. They lift his head with one hand and wrapping his head with their other one. They continue with his other wounds, being as careful as they could be.

Not having much else to do, they lay the pillow and one of the blankets on the floor next to the bed. They lay down, pulling the blanket over their body. With that, they close their eyes and let their consciousness fade away.

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Shadow's eye began to open, finding himself staring at rocks above him. He lets out a grunt of pain, feeling his head stinging. He tries to remember what happened, but his mind was left foggy.

"Oh, you're awake, that's good to see. I am surprised you're bot out longer, by the fact you literally crashed to earth"

A voice chirps, a sweet one. He turns his head, seeing a figure standing next to the bed he was one. They were slightly blurry as his red eyes still try to readjust to the bright light behind them. What he was able to make out was a a light blue headband resting on the person's head. "Maria..?" He groans.

"(Y/n), actually" The person corrects, with a soft smile. "(Y/n) the (animal). Nice to meet you. You got a name, stranger?" Their voice echoes through his mind, like a broken record.

"Maria, what happene–" He sits and gets up from the bed. He stumbles, almost falling over. Luckily, (Y/n) catched him before he could. He gazes down, finding part of arms bandaged up.

Carefully, (Y/n) pushes him back on the bed. "You shouldn't go walking off yet. Just because you're up early doesn't mean you get go dancing around like that. Please, just go rest" They suggest to the hedgehog. His behavior reminded them of Amy, how stubborn she always was after getting injured.

Shadow looks over to a barely stable table on the left. A picture frame, a flower pot and a big green emera– "Ah!" Shadow cries, gripping his head. Images flashes across his mind: Gerald Robotnik, a younger looking version of the doctor, blue, red, yellow and finally an explosion.

The (f/c) mobian frowns, pitying the Stranger. He has probably been through a lot, ofcourse be doesn't own them his story. "If you some quiet, I'll let you be" They propose, letting out a little sigh. They turn around, ready to leave the cave. They were stopped by the hedgehog grabbing their hand.

"I want you just stay, my head feels more at ease when you're near" He mumbles, avoiding their eyes. He feels them sitting down next to him, he had to stop himself from leaning into them. He wondered what the loose ties in his mind meant., trying to follow them made him want to scratch his own skin off.

"Can I finally know your name. I know I don't owe it, but I can't just call you 'hedgehog'" (Y/n) mentions, turning to the other.

"But you already know it, M–" Shadow shakes his head, responding with "My name is Shadow". He looks down at his gloves, finding something missing. "Where are my limiters?" He questions with urgency in his voice.(Y/n) reaches into her bag and takes the two golden rings from. "These one?" They ask, holding them for him to grab.

Snatching the slightly burned bracelets from their hands, Shadow snaps them around his wrists. He lets out a huff of relief as his finger trace the rim of it.

"It's nice to put a name to the face. I must say I quite like your eyes, they remind me of jaspers" (Y/n) compliments, glancing at the emerald and then back at the hedgehog's eyes.

Shadow pauses, before speaking up. "Your eyes are nice aswell, I suppose. They look like..." He trails off, realising he didn't know much gems. "They feel comforting" He mutters under his breath, just loud enough for (Y/n) to hear.

They didn't say anything, just kept staring. They noticed he was a bit cold and hesitant, but they didn't mind. It was the best to wait until he was ready to tell them what happened before he crashed into the woods.

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Sigh

Tap tap tap

The sound of footsteps makes (Y/n) stir awake. They sit up, looking over to see Shadow standing the entrance of the cave, holding onto rock for stability. They notice he was just staring up at the sky, muttering something to himself.

Getting up, they quietly walk over to him. They hear him let out a hum, acknowledging their presence. "The stars shine so brightly. Usually not a lot of people see them, by the time they appear, everyone is sound asleep" Shadow mummers, not taking his eyes off of a particular star. "You're not Maria, I see that now. My mind was so fragmented, it merged my old memories with my vision"

"So that is why you called me that" (Y/n) concludes, thinking back to all the times he called her that name. "Are you finally going to tell me what happened to you? now that you got your memories back" They ask.

"My name is Shadow, project shadow. I was found in a meteor and was brought by a company called GUN. The lead researcher was Gerald Robotnik, his granddaughter, Maria, resided there aswell. Robotnik tried finding a cure for her illness through me, I began bonding with her" A barely visible smile appeared on his face as he tells the story, but is quickly fell as he continued.

"GUN wanted to take me away, Robotnik couldn't handle it. He tried escaping with me and Maria, Maria got killed in the crossfire. The doctor was arrested and I was frozen for fifty years. After that he got me out of there, bringing his grandson along. They wanted to blow up the Earth, but a blue hedgehog made me realise that that wasn't what Maria would've wanted. With the power of the master emerald, we steered the weapon away from Earth. The hedgehog was saved by his friends, I wasn't so lucky. I crashed down at that was where you found me"

"That is quite the story, Shadow. I was surprised to see another mobian here, but you tell me there is another one or even more. So are you going to leave now that your wounds were healed and your memories are back?" The (animal) inquires, kicking a rock near them. They wonder what the other hedgehog and his friends are like.

Shadow thinks, giving a quick look at the cave and then back to the sky. "I am grateful for everything you've done for me. It is probably too much to ask for shelter. I have nowhere to stay, I am not expecting Sonic to welcome me with open arms".

"Ofcourse you can stay" (Y/n) answer with hesitation, shuffling a bit closer to the hedgehog. "We should get another bed, cause no way one of us is going to sleep on the ground. Feel free to bring your own stuff in here, I won't mind sharing my cozy cave" They turn around to look at their home, with their hand on their hips. They already imagine the cave being filled more stuff, perhaps they could even find a better place to live.

(Y/n) pulls out their Snappie, unlocking it. "Hey, how about we do a shot for our first official day as cavemates" They suggest, holding up their device.

"A shot? Like alcohol?" Shadow repeats with a raised eyebrow. He eyes the object, confusion in his gaze.

The other mobian shakes their head, answering "No, it is short for a snapshot. Me and my best friend always made by special moments or just when were having fun, to make memories. These things can only make photos and send text, but I'm only able send photos to her"

They pull Shadow close as they raise their Snappie into the air. "Smile!" They grin, closing their eyes. As if magic, Shadow does as they say, having a small smile on face. They might not be Maria, but he doesn't mind. (Y/n) snaps the picture, not realising they weren't very visible on it because of how dark it was.

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Hours...Days...weeks passed by.

The cave grew fuller and resembled more like a home. Shadow mostly stayed in the cave, hesitant to leave it. (Y/n) actually caught him sleeping in their bed, which he denies ever happened. (Y/n) once spotted the fast blue hedgehog when looking for for food, but he sped before they could reach him.

One day, Shadow and (Y/n) were walking in the forrest. (Y/n) held the other's hand tightly, Shadow couldn't help but glance at it from time to time. They stop when they hear laughing and talking, it seemed like it was coming not too far away. The (f/c) (animal) leads their friend along with them as they talk closer, making sure not to make a sound.

(Y/n)'s eyes widen as they see Sonic, along with two humans, two mobians and a weird creature that walks on four legs. A red echidna and a yellow fox with two tails, quite a unique pair. "We should go say hi" (Y/n) says, about to walk through a bush infront of them.

But they were stopped by Shadow pulling them back, shaking his head. "We can't just bardge in there, they dont even know you" He argues. He sees how happy the other hedgehog seemed, making him feel envy. He was just getting close to (Y/n), he didn't want to risk losing her aswell.

They went back and forth, (Y/n) trying to pull away and Shadow pulling them back. But (Y/n) accidentally pulls a little too hard and pulls Shadow with them. Their body hit the ground with a small 'oof', they look up to see Shadow's face. His hands on were each side of their head and his knees were caging their legs, trying to not to fall into them

"Um, am I interuppting something?" A voice chimes, making the two freeze. Looking down at them was none other than Sonic, who came to check out the noise. He should've been surprised about Shadow being alive. But his attention was more towards the mentioned hedgehog was hovering above a (animal) he didn't regonise, not to mention close to where he was camping with his family.

Shadow quickly gets up and turns his head, hiding the blush he gotten from embarasment. It was one thing be get so close to his friend, it's another thing to be caught in that position by Sonic.

"You're Sonic, right?" (Y/n) pushes themselves up, brushing the dirt off of them. "I've heared a lot about you, it's great to finally meet you. I hope you don't mind if I and shadow join you guys"

"Ofcourse I don't mind, always great to meet a fan" Sonic scratches the back of his neck, grinning. He turns to the black and red hedgehog "We have a lot to catch up on". He walks back, motioning for the two to follow after him.

(Y/n) was about to go after him, when they notice Shadow didn't move a muscle. They exhale, approaching their friend. Their hands grasps those belonging to Shadow, tracing the back of his hands with their thumbs. "I know you have trouble connecting, but I want to make more friends to connect with and rely on".

Taking in their words, Shadow hesitantly nods. He lets them drag him through the bush and to where the group was. "Hey there" (Y/n) greets, waving.

Their voice takes the attention of the two humans and mobians. The human and fox's Jaws dropped, the latter dropping his marshmallow into the fire. "I win!" The echidna cheers, raising his marsmellow on a stick in the air. He notices that the others were staring at something, so he follows their gaze. After like a month of thinking Shadow died, he stood there infront of them.

"How did you survive the explosion o-or even the earth atmosphere, me and Sonic only barely got to safety thanks to Knuckles" Tails stutters, remembering Knuckles using a ring last second to teleport them away.

Shadow crosses his arms. "I am the ultimate life form, I won't be killed that easily" He pauses. "After I crashed, (Y/n) took me in and cared for me" He adds, glancing at the mentioned creature next to him.

Feeling the attention drawn to them, (Y/n) perks. "Oh, right, I should probably introduce myself. I am (Y/n) the (animal), nice to meet you all" They mention, smiling. They reach into their bag and pulls out the big emerald. "I found this near Shadow, do you know wha–"

"THE MASTER EMERALD!"

The echidna stands up (after chomping his marshmallow) and walks up to (Y/n) with his hands out. (Y/n) places the green gem in his grasp, looking up at the tall mobian. He nods at them with gratitude, which (Y/n) does aswell.

"Snappie?" The (f/c) (animal) turns to Shadow. Before he could answer, a voice chimes.

"Snappie? Like snapshot?" Tails asks, tilting his head.

"Yeah!"

After some talking, with (Y/n) pushing Shadow to speak to the others. They gather around as (Y/n) raises her device into the air, taking a photo.

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DING

Amy snatches her Snappie from her bedside table, unlocking it. She taps on (Y/n)'s contact, finding they had send a photo. It was them with four other mobians, her eyes widen when she notices a blue hedgehog.

"It's him!"

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Watching Stonik tiktoks while wiping my tears.

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✈ — weightless paradise

transmigrated non-mc!reader x caleb

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This isn’t how the game was supposed to go. You're not supposed to be here. You're an anomaly. But if you’re already here, then… can’t you just enjoy it for now? Just for a little while? Before the main story begins? Before everything inevitably falls into place? ...Right?

— content warning/s:

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cross-posted on ao3! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

CH. 07 — DREAM

The shelter smells faintly of metal and disinfectant, the lights overhead flickering unsteadily. It's cramped, the thin walls barely holding out the noise of the chaos outside—the distant screams, the sharp cracks of gunfire, the low rumble of something massive moving through the city.

You sit near the back of the room, knees pulled to your chest. Eden is beside you, small and quiet, her head resting lightly against your shoulder. Caleb sits across from you, legs stretched out, a book open in his hands.

It’s been days since the Chronorift Catastrophe. Days since the world fell apart.

Outside the shelter’s narrow window, the sky is hazy with smoke. Occasionally, sleek black shapes cut through the gloom—fighter jets. The only organized response left, streaking through the sky like sharp lines of silver and black.

“Look!” Caleb’s hand shoots out, finger tracing the sky.

You follow his gaze, squinting into the glare of the sun as a sleek, gray aircraft cuts across the sky. Twin afterburners flare behind it, leaving a faint vapor trail in its wake.

“The F-22 Raptor,” Caleb breathes, eyes alight with rare excitement. “Fifth-generation stealth fighter. Twin-engine. Thrust-vectoring nozzles give it insane maneuverability. Those wings? Delta configuration for reduced radar signature.”

He grins, teeth flashing as he watches it arc into a sharp bank. “Mach 2 top speed, internal weapon bays for reduced drag. And the AESA radar? Practically untouchable in a dogfight.”

He’s glowing—animated in a way you rarely see, his hands moving as he explains. You can’t even pretend to understand half of what he’s saying, but you don’t stop him.

“Imagine flying that,” Caleb murmurs, voice soft with wonder. His gaze follows the jet until it disappears beyond the clouds. “You wouldn’t have to answer to anyone. Just you and the sky.”

Freedom. That’s what he means.

“You really know your stuff,” you say, glancing at him.

Caleb shrugs, but the edge of his mouth lifts in a self-satisfied tilt. “I read.”

He taps the battered book on his lap. A technical manual of some sort, the cover worn from overuse. You’ve seen him pouring over it for days now, flipping through diagrams and schematics. The people at the shelter didn’t have much to give, but someone handed Caleb a box of old books, and he’s been devouring them ever since.

“You want to fly?” you ask, and you already know the answer.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice soft with longing. “If I could…” He trails off, shaking his head.

You think of the facility. Of the cage you lived in. Of the walls that Caleb once tried to tear down with his bare hands. Flying—leaving it all behind—wouldn’t that be… freedom?

Caleb sighs, stretching his arms behind his head. “Guess I’ll have to settle for the next best thing.”

“And what’s that?”

He smiles. “Learning how to fix them.”

He says it so casually, like it’s normal to talk about high-level military tech. Like it’s not strange for someone who was raised in a lab to know this.

“You’re seriously into this, huh?” you say.

Caleb’s gaze follows the fighter jets until they vanish behind the smoke. His expression softens, a rare crack in his guarded exterior.

“You want to be a pilot?”

“Maybe,” he says. Then, quieter: “I want to know what it feels like. To leave.”

You don’t know what to say to that. He’s never known freedom. None of you have.

“I’d become a Deepspace Hunter.”

Eden’s voice is soft but steady. You and Caleb both turn toward her. She’s sitting up now, her dark eyes bright despite the dim light.

“To protect myself,” she says. “From the Wanderers. So I don’t have to rely on anyone else.”

She’s so sure of it. Like she’s already decided.

Caleb hums, his mouth curving into a small smile. “Good plan.”

She tilts her head toward him, her expression earnest. “And you? Would you protect people too?”

Caleb’s smile fades. He looks back toward the window, his gaze distant.

“I don’t know,” he says. His voice drops lower. “I think I’d just want to go where no one could reach me.”

Silence settles between you. Eden leans her head back against your shoulder. Caleb’s eyes linger on the sky.

And you—

You don’t know what you want.

You were pulled from your world and dropped into this one without warning, without preparation. You’d adapted to the lab because there was no other choice. But now?

You stare down at your hands. They’re shaking.

“I don’t know,” you whisper.

Eden closes her eyes, breathing evenly. Caleb’s hand shifts, resting lightly beside yours on the floor. Close, but not touching.

It’s not much. But it’s something.