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[shaulait]

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[shaulait]

Hello!! How have you been? I hope good. So, here’s the request: Imagine Silver falling in love with a female reader from the 80’s. Like, they somehow met in one of Silver’s time travels and after a while they fell for each other and found a way for their relationship to work. It would be funny if Silver tried to fit in the time period and fail. Maybe he could give her gifts from the present, or take her there for a visit. Thank you!!

⋆ ˚｡Misty ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which Silver falls through time and into your arms

pairing: silver x fem!reader

warnings: none! pure fluff <3

wordcount: 1.3k

author´s note: this might actually be the sweetest and most genius idea for a silver fic ever. i’m emotional. anon, you’re incredible — please accept this proposal.

・❥・

time travel was supposed to be precise, exact in a way that made sense to silver. he had spent years learning to master it, threading himself through the needle’s eye of history like some surgeon slicing clean through chaos with a scalpel. and for the most part, he’d gotten it right.

he had. but today… something felt wrong.

it wasn’t obvious at first — just a low tremor in the current underfoot, barely noticeable beneath the usual thrum of chronal energy that always pulsed around the time stream. it was like a buzz that clung to the edge of his thoughts and refused to be shaken off. the tunnel, normally so smooth and steady, began to flicker in a way he didn’t like; colors bleeding too quickly into one another, threads of light shivering like cracked glass. there was a stutter to the motion, a hesitation in the flow that shouldn’t have been there, like a heartbeat skipping out of rhythm.

silver narrowed his eyes, instincts prickling as he hovered mid-air, boots skimming just above the rippling fabric of time. the colors around him usually danced in harmony, but now they flared and collapsed into each other like overloaded circuitry, burning too bright and too fast.

“okay,” he murmured under his breath, not expecting an answer. his voice felt small in the vastness of the void, thin and metallic like it wasn’t quite real. he exhaled slowly, trying to center himself, trying to push past the unease threading into his thoughts. “just need to stabilize the trajectory and—”

that was when everything lurched.

the vortex twisted violently around him, reality itself shrieking like metal being wrenched apart. he didn’t even have time to react, no chance to correct his path, no chance to retreat. the energy grabbed him, flung him, spat him out like he didn’t belong anymore.

and then it happened; he hit the ground.

not with the gradual slowdown he’d trained for, not with the soft deceleration that usually came when the void released him. no, this was sudden. he slammed into something solid, the force of impact jolting through his entire body and ripping the breath from his lungs before he could even gasp.

only… it wasn’t just the ground. he’d landed on someone.

“ACK!”

a startled yelp rang out beneath him, immediately followed by a wet, messy splatt, something cold and thick exploded between them, drenching everything in an instant. silver froze, dazed and blinking, his mind struggling to catch up. he could feel the warmth of the person beneath him, their limbs tangled awkwardly with his. whatever had spilled was everywhere — sticky, sweet, clinging to his gloves, his arms, even his quills. the smell hit next; something sugary, artificial, and strawberry.

“…milkshake?” he muttered in disbelief, staring at the pink mess splattered across both of them.

a groan came from below, “okay. ow.” the voice wasn’t panicked, not angry, just... irritated. and, thank chaos, not hostile.

mortified, silver scrambled backward as quickly as he could, hands slipping in the goop as he tried to put space between him and the foreigner. his face went red almost instantly. “I—I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to fall on you, I swear! are you okay? did I land on your leg? or your arm?? I didn’t see you — there was a vortex, and the trajectory went completely haywire, and—chaos, this is so not how this was supposed to go—”

he finally looked up and saw you.

roller skates clicked faintly against the black-and-white checkered tiles as you shifted, a soft bounce in your ponytail catching the light like a sunflare. your uniform; a pink-and-white striped dress with puffed sleeves and a little heart-shaped nametag, was absolutely soaked in milkshake, but somehow you wore it like a badge of honor, not an inconvenience. and you were laughing. not scolding, not shouting, just laughing.

silver stared, heart stumbling somewhere in his chest like it had tripped over itself. the sound of your laughter echoed through the diner, bright and golden and so real, cutting through the surreal static in his head. your wide and shining eyes, framed with blue eyeshadow and a perfect set of lashes, met his, and for a second, he forgot where he was, who he was and why he’d come.

“you literally fell from the sky and tackled me,” you said, grinning as you wiped strawberry goo from your chin with the edge of your ruffled apron. “that’s gotta be a first.”

silver didn’t move. he couldn’t. he was drenched in milkshake, hunched on the floor like a guilty ghost, and yet all he could do was stare. his mind scrambled to form a sentence, but it short-circuited somewhere between your dimples and the pink glittery scrunchie tying your hair back.

she’s real. she’s beautiful. she’s laughing, and not even mad.

and then, just barely, he remembered to breathe. as reality started crawling back in, he blinked and forced himself to look away, scanning the room as if that might anchor him. the diner around him was something out of an old movie; neon signs buzzing gently overhead, red vinyl booths gleaming in the midday light, and a jukebox humming in the corner with soft synth music playing a tune he didn’t recognize but felt. everything smelled like syrup, buttered popcorn, and nostalgia.

he turned, and there, behind the counter, half-obscured by a rack of menus and a spinning pie display, was a bright plastic sign in loopy retro font.

“Welcome to Sunshine Diner — Est. 1987!”

silver's stomach dropped. 1987. he blinked again, and then looked back at you, still sitting on the floor, still smiling at him like he wasn’t a disaster from another century. and with the same smiley face, you kept on looking at him since then.

・❥・

..even after the strawberry disaster. even after he nervously knocked over three napkin dispensers trying to help you clean up. even after he tried to explain time travel with a sugar packet and a coffee stirrer, only to get hopelessly tangled in metaphors and flustered apologies.

you just smiled, like somehow, none of it was wrong. like he wasn’t wrong. and that smile stuck with him, carved itself into the core of his thoughts like a lighthouse etched into fog.

neither of you could really explain how it happened after that. not exactly. it didn’t make sense, not on paper, and certainly not according to any rules silver knew about temporal displacement or narrative logic. he'd fallen out of the sky, crashed into your lunch rush, and changed the course of both your lives with a cosmic bellyflop.

but somehow… you ended up together. not instantly, not perfectly, but in that quiet, accidental way where suddenly your days are threaded into someone else’s.

he insists, to this day, that he owes you milkshake for the rest of his life. it becomes his weird little love language. strawberry, vanilla, chocolate swirl; he always brings one when he’s late. or when he’s nervous. or when he doesn’t have the words to explain why the stars looked wrong last night, or why he flinched at a firework. milkshake is the apology. the thank you, the i’m still here.

trying to fit into your time, your world, is another story. silver tries. chaos, he tries. he studies pop culture like it's an enemy he has to defeat, carries a tiny notepad of slang translations he scribbles in with absolute seriousness. but no matter how many 80s rom-coms he watches, or how often he rewinds cassette tapes with a pencil like a pro, there are just… things.

but every mistake just seems to make you laugh harder, love deeper. you never look at him like he’s broken or out of place, only like he’s yours. from another time, maybe. but somehow, still meant to be here.

and silver, for all his logic and precision, can’t explain that. can’t measure it or graph it or thread it cleanly through cause and effect. it’s not a paradox. it’s not a mistake in the stream.. it’s just you. a smiling girl in a strawberry-splattered dress, who never stopped looking at him like he belonged. and maybe that’s enough to make even a time traveler believe in fate.

[shaulait]

Hii I just wanted to say your writing is soooo good and cute 💗 I thought a Shadow x Reader superhero AU would be nice. Like, Shadow's always looking out for people in their city, and the reader's there to help fight or whatever. If you don't like the idea please feel free to ignore :)

Maybe A scene where they’re watching over the city would be soooo cool

⋆ ˚｡Night Calls ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which Shadow and you look over the city you keep safe

pairing: shadow x reader

warnings: none! pure fluff <3

wordcount: 1k

author´s note: to the lovely anon who sent this in, i promised i wouldn’t forget your request! ♡ i really hope you like it ^-^

the city lay beneath a blanket of moonlight, its streets wrapped in a quiet so deep it felt almost surreal. for once, there were no distant fires flickering in the haze, no frantic shouts echoing through forgotten alleyways, no sirens slicing through the darkness. the night held a peace that only followed the end of a storm, thick with the weight of everything that had passed. and somehow, against all odds, you had survived it.

you stood on the rooftop, the wind brushing across your skin like a soft lullaby whispered by the night. below, the city sprawled endlessly, bathed in silver light, its lights sparkling like stars scattered across the earth. it was a kind of peace that seemed impossible, as though the chaos that once gripped the streets had finally loosened its hold.

you inhaled deeply, the tension in your chest loosening with each breath, and then, a smile tugged at your lips. this.. this was what you had fought for.

it hadn't always been this way. not long ago, the city had been a fractured mess of corruption and fear, teetering on the brink of collapse. darkness had claimed the streets, but then had come the fight. night after night, you and Shadow had pushed back, carving out space for something better. you bled for this skyline, left your mark in every corner, every rooftop, until the city began to breathe again. now, it stood still beneath you, the chaos momentarily silenced. and even though the danger still lingered in the shadows, for now, it felt as though you had won.

as you lost yourself in the city’s skyline, something stirred behind you—a slight shift that could have been the wind, but your instincts didn’t lie. you didn’t need to turn fully to know who it was; his footsteps, so familiar now, had become a rhythm in your blood. instead, you tilted your head just enough, watching him from the corner of your eye as he stepped into your line of sight.

from the shadows, he emerged like a figure drawn from the very darkness itself, framed by the soft glow of the city. yet, despite the light around him, it seemed to shy away, unable to touch him.

"what brings you here?" you asked, your voice soft, edged with the kind of smile you didn’t want him to notice. you didn't want him to know how his presence had the power to unsettle you in the best way. how it tugged at a part of your heart you didn’t always understand.

the wind passed between you once again, filling the space with a quiet pause. “I could ask you the same,” he answered, his voice low, as always. with each step, he closed the distance between you, until he was just behind you, his arms sliding around your waist, pulling you close. his embrace wrapped around you, warm and comforting against the chill of the night.

you stayed still as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, breathing you in, his arms tightening like a lifeline, as if he feared you might slip away if he let go. there was a sense of urgency to his touch, a need you hadn’t expected. without thinking, your hands found his, your fingers squeezing his gloved ones in silent acknowledgment.

the moment hung between you, suspended in time, until your gaze drifted back to the skyline, a sigh slipping from your lips as the city’s lights continued to shimmer softly beneath the stillness of the night. for what felt like an eternity, you stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the silence surrounding you both, washing away everything else.

“it’s strange,” you murmured after a while, your voice quiet but thoughtful. “when we started all this… I didn’t think we’d make it this far. honestly, I thought we’d burn out before anything ever got better.”

shadow didn’t reply immediately, but you felt his arms tighten around you just a little more, as if drawing you closer, as if anchoring you in this moment. “and now?” he asked, as though urging you to explain what you meant, to say more.

you drew in a slow breath, the cool air filling your lungs, and then the words came, wrapped in warmth. “now I think… I wouldn’t have made it without you. none of this would’ve happened without you by my side.”

you lowered your gaze, and he did the same, lifting his eyes from your neck. in that stillness, you caught the faint glimmer of stars reflected in his ruby eyes, their glow a quiet mirror of the intensity in his gaze.

the silence that followed wasn’t awkward. it wrapped around you both like a comforting blanket, heavy with meaning. everything said and unsaid seemed to hang in the air—every glance shared, every battle fought side by side, stitched into the very fabric of your bond.

“we balance each other,” Shadow said at last,"that’s always been what this was about." he stepped back just a little, enough to stand beside you, his gaze turning to the city. “we need each other. not just out there,” he added, the hint of a softer edge to his tone, “but here, too. when it’s quiet. when we stop moving.”

his eyes met yours, deep and unreadable, and something shifted. you didn’t look away. "I know," you said, your voice quiet but certain. "that's why I keep coming back."

the wind moved between you, cool against your skin, but you barely felt it. your hand moved almost on its own, reaching for his, fingers brushing before you intertwined them without a second thought. he didn’t hesitate, taking your hand with the same ease, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. you leaned your head against his shoulder, both of you standing in the stillness. neither of you needed to speak.

above the city you had both saved, you stood together, wrapped in the quiet you had earned. for once, you weren’t fighting. you were just there, with him, and that was enough.

[shaulait]

dad hedgies dealing with their angsty teen daughter going thru a phase trope 🔥

⋆ ˚｡Mascara ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which Sonic, Shadow and Silver deal with their emo daughters

warnings: none! pure fluff <3

author´s note: i know i could’ve picked any other kind of phase for a daughter to go through, but i had to stay true to my roots lol

➼ Sonic ༉‧₊˚.

sonic’s trying really, really hard to understand why his daughter’s been acting like this lately. not that he didn’t see it coming; he’s a good dad! he read that one old parenting magazine in a waiting room once, and it said something about being patient when kids go through “phases.” but still… it’s overwhelming.

he gets it, teen years and all that. mood swings, loud music, dramatic self-expression… it’s part of the deal, right? but still, nothing really prepared him for the sight of his little girl—once all sunshine and laughter—locking herself away in her room, smudged eyeliner and a voice dripping with sarcasm. it’s a lot.

he tries everything to bring her back to “normal”; the corny dad jokes that used to guarantee a giggle, breakfast in bed, even hunting down actual CDs of those grungy bands she’s been into lately. but all he gets in return are muttered “leave me alone”s, sharp “your jokes aren’t funny”s, and the occasional door slam just to drive the point home.

he’s confused, a little hurt, and at some point, he starts to spiral. so, naturally… he blames shadow.

at first, it’s a joke. “haha, look at that—she’s trying to be like shadow!” but as the days drag on and the silence in the house gets heavier, sonic starts to convince himself that it has to be shadow’s influence.

shadow’s quiet, broody, and effortlessly cool. he wears black all the time and somehow makes it look intentional. of course she’d look up to that! sonic can’t compete with all that mysterious loner energy. she probably thinks he’s too loud, too cheerful, too… dad. so yeah. It makes sense. she wants to be like him. that’s gotta be it.

but eventually, sonic just… stops. he sits down, stops pacing, stops trying to come up with reasons why his daughter is acting this way. he takes a breath, steadying himself against the worry, the confusion, the ache of not recognizing his little girl.

and in that quiet moment, he lets go of the spiraling and starts thinking logically. this is normal, kids change and phases happen. it’ll pass soon and she’ll come back to him. one day, she’ll even realize her dad is way cooler than shadow!!

➼ Shadow ༉‧₊˚.

shadow gets it. at first, he doesn’t even label it as a phase, he just assumes his daughter is following in his footsteps. his emo genes, clearly, have been passed down. and honestly, he’s a little proud about that. seeing his girl mirror him makes his chest swell in that quiet way he’d never admit out loud.

but when it becomes clear that it’s not just eyeliner and brooding playlists—when staying in your room and shutting out the world becomes a little too familiar—he starts to think deeper. maybe it’s not just inheritance. maybe it’s something else.

he understands that people are exhausting, that being built different makes connection harder. he’s lived that. but that doesn’t mean she has to carry it the same way he did. she deserves more than that.

so yeah, he tries to talk to her. gently—well, as gently as shadow can. it comes out awkward and a little too blunt, but it’s sincere. he tells her she doesn’t need to prove how dark or edgy she is. she doesn’t need to overdo it, or lose herself in some exaggerated version of what she thinks she has to be. she’s already got that quiet, powerful presence. that cool, moody energy, it’s in her blood. she inherited it straight from him. no extra eyeliner required!

and when that talk doesn't land, and the door stays closed, shadow does what any concerned father would do: he hits the local internet café. he reads, learns and discovers this whole “teenage phase” concept, and.. he gets it.

he doesn’t panic. he doesn’t try to change his girl. he understands that she´s just figuring herself out, and he respects the hell out of that.

one day, when she finally realizes just how cool her dad actually is and how downright iconic it is to be the daughter of the original emo icon, it stops being a struggle. it starts to become fun. together, they’re the most goth, most dramatic, most intimidatingly stylish father-daughter duo the world has ever seen

➼ Silver ༉‧₊˚.

silver would absolutely worry himself sick over his daughter’s sudden shift into nonchalance and emo vibes. he’s used to being right by her side, making sure she feels safe, loved, and cared for by her dad. they’ve always been inseparable. so when she starts pulling away, it hits him really hard.

he blames himself instantly. maybe he’s been too distant. maybe he wasn’t enough. maybe—worst of all—he’s failed her completely. the overthinking consumes him, drowning out any chance of seeing the situation clearly. sure, he knows teens go through phases, he’s had a few of his own, but when it’s his little girl retreating into herself, shutting doors and speaking in half-sentences, he can’t think straight. he can’t find the logic in it. just worry.

what do you mean she doesn’t want to go on their usual bike ride? what happened to their promise to always make time for each other??

yeahhh. he’s devastated and quietly heartbroken. but then, on some random day, in the middle of a full-on emotional spiral, he googles: “what to do when your daughter doesn’t like you anymore.” and somehow, some gentle, slightly outdated parenting site saves his life.

it says: "she’s going through a phase. it’s not you. you didn’t mess this up."

the relief is overwhelming! silver legit tears up in front of his screen and after calming down, he decides to give her space. respect her process, be patient, be present.. be her dad, even from a distance.

and even though the whole emo thing isn’t really his vibe, he tries to understand it. he wants to be the cool dad who “gets it.”, but he fails miserably. he’s not built for eyeliner and mood lighting, but the effort is real. and somehow, that means everything.

[shaulait]

Gosh your writing is amazing! I was wondering if you could write for knuckles, shadow, and sonic with a reader that tends to be super anxious and sometimes rambles on because of it?

⋆ ˚｡Still With You ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which Sonic, Shadow and Knuckles deal with your anxiety

pairings: sonic, shadow, knuckles x anxious!reader

warnings: anxiety mention

author´s note: i really hope this is what you had in mind, anon. this kind of topic is hard to write about sometimes :]

➼ Sonic ༉‧₊˚.

sonic is surprisingly amazing with anxious people. sure, he’s high-energy and always on the move, but underneath all that speed and charm is someone who’s deeply emotionally intelligent, especially when it comes to you. he notices the small shifts in your tone, the way your hands fidget, the way your smile falters when something’s weighing on you.

with you, he’s extra tuned in. like second-nature. the moment your words start getting fast and shaky, or you begin apologizing for things you haven’t even done, he’s already adjusting his energy—dialing it down, making space for you to breathe.. it’s like he’s got this unspoken radar just for your emotions.

he always listens to your rambling with his full attention; nodding, wide-eyed, and sometimes throwing in jokes just to see you laugh. yes, he uses humor to break your spirals. you could be mid-rant about how you definitely messed something up and he’ll go: “okay but like—what if the universe was just mad ‘cause you didn’t feed your houseplants today?”

if things get too heavy, he moves with you. “walk and talk” is his go-to. he’ll take your hand and guide you through the city, the beach, a rooftop, anywhere you can breathe better. it’s like he knows anxiety can’t always be solved by sitting still.

he never makes you feel like you’re “too much.” in fact, he treats your anxiety with this kind of casual care, like it’s just a part of you; not something broken, not something that needs to be fixed. he just gets it. and more importantly, he gets you.

➼ Shadow ༉‧₊˚.

shadow notices your anxiety before you even say a word. the tiniest twitch of your fingers, the shift in your voice, the way your eyes won’t meet his—he catches it all. you don’t have to spell it out for him. he reads you like a well-worn book, every page familiar, every change in your energy instantly recognized.

but he never calls you out on it. there’s no “are you okay?” that puts you on the spot. no probing questions when you’re already overwhelmed. instead, he just shifts into "comfort mode" without a word. maybe he stands a little closer. maybe his voice softens when he replies. maybe his hand brushes yours just enough to let you know that he´s with you.

when you start rambling, shadow never interrupts. he gives you space. not in a distant way, but in that calm, grounding presence kind of way. he’ll sit with his arms loosely folded, posture relaxed, expression unreadable but not cold. his eyes stay on you, not judging, not dismissing. just listening.

and even though part of you starts panicking more—wondering if you’re talking too much, if you’re bothering him—he doesn't give off a hint of irritation. in fact, he’s completely tuned in. every word you say, every pause, every shift in your voice, he’s quietly taking it all in, filtering through the panic to find what’s really hurting underneath.

he’s not confused by your anxious thoughts. he’s studying them, trying to understand your rhythm, your reasoning, the way your mind moves when you’re overwhelmed. to shadow, your vulnerability is never annoying. it’s important. and he treats it with the kind of quiet care that makes you feel like you’re finally being heard without having to explain yourself twice.

if you start apologizing, he shuts that down fast. he doesn’t raise his voice, just fixes you with a firm look and says: “you never have to apologize for speaking to me.”

➼ Knuckles ༉‧₊˚.

knuckles isn’t great with words, but he’s incredibly in tune with your energy. he may not notice every little shift in tone like shadow would, but he feels when something’s off. the tension in your shoulders, the way your hands start wringing, the change in how you move.. it makes something in his chest tighten.

he may not say anything right away, but he shifts instinctively, gets a little closer, slows down. his presence becomes a shield, quiet but solid. he doesn’t press you, doesn’t ask what’s wrong unless you open that door first. he’s just there, ready to hold space without needing answers.

when you start rambling, knuckles listens, but it’s the way he listens that matters. his eyes stay on you, focused and soft. his brows furrow slightly, not out of annoyance, but out of pure concentration, like he’s trying to puzzle out what exactly you’re feeling between every rushed word and breath.

you’ll start spiraling—words stumbling over each other as you try to explain how you "probably messed everything up" or "should’ve kept quiet", and knuckles doesn’t look away, doesn’t fidget, doesn’t interrupt. he just lets you talk. and once you finally pause to breathe, that’s when he speaks; “you didn’t do anything wrong. and you don’t need to talk yourself into being okay. I already know you’re doing your best.”

knuckles might not understand anxiety in the way you do, but he understands you. he recognizes your strength in ways you don’t. when you think you’re falling apart, he sees someone fighting through a storm. when you apologize for being too much, he sees someone brave enough to be real.

he won’t always have the perfect words. sometimes, he’ll just sit beside you in silence, shoulder pressed gently against yours, a quiet wall of comfort at your side. but even when he says nothing, every part of him is saying this: I’m here. you’re safe. I’ve got you.

[shaulait]

Can I request a shadow x female reader where he takes her on the moon, tells her sweet nothings like (“I can take you to the stars, to places you have never been” etc.) and kisses her?

⋆ ˚｡Ad Lunam ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which Shadow takes you to the moon

pairing: shadow x reader

warnings: none! pure fluff <3

wordcount: 1.1k

author´s note: this idea was so precious, anon! i’m honestly so glad you asked me to write it, because it turned into something really special. i’m genuinely proud of how it came out :>

seated on a quiet bench overlooking the town you both called home, the world felt still, suspended in that hush that only comes when the day is winding down and the stars haven't fully woken up yet. below, the town stretched out like a painting, dotted with soft pools of light from windows, streetlamps and the occasional passing car. from up here, every glowing window was a tiny universe. you’d always loved that; the chance to sit above it all and wonder. wonder what stories were unfolding behind each lit window. what memories were being made in the warm glow of living rooms. what laughter or quiet confessions filled those private spaces.. and maybe more than anything, you loved the feeling that, just for a while, you could pause time, sit back, breathe and admire it all.

shadow knew this. he knew how much you cherished moments like these. simple conversations wrapped in stillness, always with a beautiful view unfolding in front of you. he never said much about it because he never had to. he just got it. the way you’d fall quiet and thoughtful, the way your eyes softened as you stared out over rooftops and stars, the peace it brought you.. he was aware of it all.

so when he asked you, “where do you want to go next?”—he meant it. and he meant it in the fullest sense. wherever your heart wandered, wherever your dreams pulled you, he would go. there are no limits for shadow. just quiet certainty, and the promise in his eyes that said: anywhere you want, I’ll take you.

you weren’t sure what you expected when shadow told you he could take you anywhere. a beach, maybe. the top of a mountain at sunset. some quiet corner of the world he knew, a place no one else could find but him. you thought he might take you somewhere secret, somewhere beautiful, somewhere still grounded in reality.

not that you didn’t believe him when he said he would take you anywhere. you did, you always had. it’s just that the word anywhere meant something different when it came from his mouth. like it carried more weight. like it belonged to a world you couldn’t quite touch. so when you looked him in the eyes and said, half-laughing, “take me to the moon,” you didn’t think he’d take it seriously. you expected a scoff, a dry remark, maybe a roll of the eyes and a muttered "be serious."

..but instead, he just tilted his head, quiet for a beat, and said in that certain way of his, “alright.”

and then, the world shifted. the next thing you knew, the ground fell away beneath your feet. not violently, but with the hush of something ancient and powerful moving through the air. a soft pulse of energy rippled around you, folding space like a whispered secret. chaos control.

there was no warning, no countdown, no sensation of flight or speed. just a heartbeat; and then the stars opened up.

now, you were really here, seated beside him on the moon, legs drawn up to your chest, the vast expanse of space stretched endlessly around you. earth hovered in the distance, glowing like a fragile ornament suspended in ink, beautiful and impossibly far. it looked small from here. everything did. the silence was different.. so complete it almost felt like sound, like the universe holding its breath.

you glanced at him, breath catching in your throat. he sat beside you, calm and composed as ever, like this was the most ordinary thing in the world. to be here, with you, on the moon. earth hung in the distance, glowing like a dream and the stars scattered across the sky like glittering truths, yet none of it felt as real as the weight of his presence next to you.

you turned back to the endless stretch of silver around you, letting the silence settle into your bones. it wasn’t cold or empty up here. it was still. the kind of quiet that asked nothing from you, only offered the chance to be.

“it’s beautiful,” you whispered, voice full of breathless awe. “I didn’t think you meant it literally when you said you’d take me somewhere no one else could.”

he turned to you with a faint smile curved at the corner of his mouth. it was barely there, but it softened something in his expression. “I don’t make empty promises,” he said, quiet and certain.

you felt the words settle deep inside you, as steady as the stars above. there was no arrogance in his voice. no need to impress. just truth that was meant only for you.

for a while, you said nothing. you simply let yourself sit in the moment, shoulder brushing against his, heart still trying to catch up to the fact that this was real. then, his voice cut gently through the stillness.

“I can take you to the stars,”

you turned your head toward him again, the weight of his words wrapping around you like gravity.

“to the edge of galaxies. the spaces between. places no one’s ever seen… not like this.” as he spoke, his gloved hand found yours. fingers brushing, then slowly curling around yours with quiet intent. and then, without a word, he shifted just slightly closer, guiding you into his side—your body leaning against his in a way that felt like it had always belonged there.

and then you felt it. a soft press of lips against your temple. it lingered just long enough to say everything he hadn’t spoken aloud. your eyes fluttered closed for half a second, overwhelmed by the quiet weight of it and the unexpected intimacy. when you opened them again, you looked up, and he was already watching you.

the stars reflected in your eyes, caught there like they’d found a home. for just a breath, something in his expression shifted; his edges softened, and he leaned in to place the lightest kiss against your lips.

he pulled back only far enough to speak, his forehead still close to yours, voice a low murmur. “I’ll show you everything,” he said. “every star. every world. as long as you’re with me.”

you didn’t answer right away. you just held his gaze, and then you smiled—small, sure, full of wonder.

“I’m with you,” you breathed. in that moment, it didn’t matter where you were, or what was waiting in the galaxies beyond. all that mattered was that you were no longer looking at the stars. you were already among them, all because of him.

[shaulait]

⋆ ˚｡Sonicverse x Hogwarts AU ⚡︎ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which Hogwarts house would they be in?

characters: Sonic, Shadow, Silver, Knuckles, Tails, Amy, Rouge

warnings: none!

author´s note: ahhh i’ve been cooking this up for a while now and it’s finally readyyy!! T~T as a certified potterhead, i had to sprinkle some magic into my sonic hyperfixation. hope you guys love it as much as i do, even if you’re not a fellow wizard nerd :3

with a hum of thought, it begins to speak.. ⋆˚࿔ ִֶָ☾. ..will it be.. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ ..gryffindor, slytherin, ravenclaw, or hufflepuff?

..the sorting hat will decide! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ⊹₊⟡

tell us, ancient sorting hat..

. ݁₊ ⊹ ..where will Sonic find his place?

"ahh… bold, brash, and always charging ahead. a spirit that refuses to be held back; by rules, by fear, by anything at all. you act before you think, but never without heart. loyalty runs deep in you, though you hide it behind cocky grins and quick quips. you crave adventure, not for fame… but for the thrill, the challenge, the freedom. no question where you belong — GRYFFINDOR!"

sonic doesn’t hesitate when there’s trouble, he runs straight toward it. whether he’s facing world-ending threats or standing up for a single friend, he’s always the first one on the scene. he’s fearless, sometimes to the point of recklessness, but it’s never about ego, it’s about protecting others. that bold, instinctive bravery is the core of gryffindor. he acts with his heart, and he never backs down from a fight when it matters.

what makes his courage stand out even more is that he doesn’t do it for praise or recognition—he does it because it’s simply the right thing to do. no matter how impossible the odds may seem, sonic charges forward with confidence, trusting his instincts and fighting for what’s right.

sonic might be cool and carefree, but when someone needs him, he’s there! no questions asked. he’ll risk his life for his friends, even total strangers, without a second thought. he has an unshakable sense of justice and will never tolerate cruelty or oppression. he’s a protector, a fighter, and a symbol of hope in his world. so yes, gryffindor all the way!

⚡︎ ⚯ ͛ ⚡︎

tell us, ancient sorting hat..

. ݁₊ ⊹ ..where lies Shadow’s fate?

"hmm… interesting. very interesting indeed. a sharp mind… cold and calculating when needed. but there's pain here. a past that still burns, and a purpose that drives you.. you don’t seek glory… but power, yes. control. precision. the strength to do what others fear. you could do well in Ravenclaw… maybe even Gryffindor, but no — you belong with the ambitious. the determined. the ones who rise from the ashes to shape their own destiny. SLYTHERIN!"

shadow doesn’t do anything without a reason. his actions are always fueled by a bigger goal, whether it's fulfilling maria’s wish, protecting the world in his own way, or uncovering the truth behind his past. that deep, unwavering sense of purpose is pure slytherin. he’s not chasing fame or admiration; he’s chasing legacy, meaning, and control over his own destiny. he plays the long game and doesn’t mind walking alone if it means staying true to what he believes in.

unlike sonic’s impulsive, heart-first approach, shadow operates with strategy. he calculates before he moves, stays emotionally guarded, and isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty if the outcome serves the greater plan. shadow knows how to use his power effectively and when to hold it back. he’s not driven by emotion, he’s driven by results, which is also very fitting for a slytherin.

people often mistake shadow for the villain, but the truth is way more complex. he’s not evil, he’s guarded. he’s been through loss, betrayal, and manipulation, and he learned to protect himself by pushing others away. but when it matters, shadow is deeply loyal. to Maria, to the promise he made and even to the world that once feared him. that quiet, protective kind of loyalty, the kind that doesn’t ask for recognition is something only a slytherin could carry with such weight. he’s not heartless, he just hides his heart behind armor.

⚡︎ ⚯ ͛ ⚡︎

oh, ancient sorting hat..

. ݁₊ ⊹ ..reveal the true home of Silver!

"hmm… kind, determined… and so very earnest. you carry the weight of the future on your shoulders, yet your heart remains gentle. loyal beyond reason, willing to risk it all.. not for glory, but for what's right. you're not driven by ambition or power but by hope. hardworking, compassionate, and true… there's no doubt. HUFFLEPUFF!"

silver´s entire motivation is rooted in compassion. he comes from a ruined future, but instead of giving up or blaming the world, he travels through time to try and fix things for everyone else’s sake. he’s not driven by ego or revenge, but by this quiet, powerful sense of care. that kind of selfless motivation is exactly what hufflepuff values most. silver doesn't want glory, he just wants to make things right.

he may not be as fast as sonic or as edgy as shadow, but what he lacks in flair, he makes up for with persistence. no matter how tough things get, he keeps trying. he trains, he learns, he pushes himself forward—again and again—because he believes in the cause. that quiet determination, that steady willpower to do the right thing, even when it’s hard or lonely is hufflepuff through and through.

silver isn’t always taken seriously. some characters underestimate him, and some people do too but silver never lets that stop him from showing up, standing firm, and doing what he believes is right. even when people doubt him or call him naïve, he sticks to his values. the ability to stay kind in a world that’s harsh is what makes him such a perfect hufflepuff. he’s the kind of character who proves that goodness doesn’t have to be loud to be powerful.

⚡︎ ⚯ ͛ ⚡︎

tell us, ancient sorting hat..

. ݁₊ ⊹ ..where does Knuckles belong?

"ahh… fierce loyalty, burning pride… and a temper that flares as fast as your fists. you act with heart.. sometimes before thought, but your courage is undeniable. you protect what matters, no matter the cost. strength, honor, and a stubborn will that won't back down from anything. oh yes… you're a true warrior at heart. GRYFFINDOR!"

knuckles doesn’t hesitate when there’s danger, he charges straight in, fists first. whether he’s protecting the master emerald or standing up for his friends, he’ll face any threat head-on. he doesn’t care how strong the enemy is, he’s not afraid to take a hit if it means defending what matters. he’d rather go down swinging than stand by and do nothing!

he takes his duty seriously. his bond to the master emerald isn’t just a job; it’s a legacy, a responsibility he holds with pride. he’s got a tough exterior, sure, but deep down he’s got a big heart and would do anything to protect what (or who) he cares about. he might not always say it out loud, but he’s the kind of friend who’d stand by you no matter what. that unwavering loyalty is straight-up gryffindor.

let’s be real—knuckles doesn’t always think before he acts. he’s got that classic gryffindor impulsiveness. he rushes into situations, sometimes gets tricked, and lets his emotions take the wheel. but it’s not because he’s reckless, it’s because he feels things deeply. he acts with his whole heart, even when it gets messy. and in gryffindor, that kind of passion is seen as strength.

⚡︎ ⚯ ͛ ⚡︎

oh, noble sorting hat..

. ݁₊ ⊹ ..where shall Tails be seen?

"hmm… brilliant, aren’t you? that mind of yours never stops.. always questioning, always building, always seeking answers. inventive, insightful, and wiser than your years. there's kindness in you, too… a steady loyalty that runs deep. but it’s your curiosity — your hunger to understand — that defines you. there's only one place for a mind like yours… RAVENCLAW!"

tails isn’t just smart, he thrives on knowledge. he builds machines, analyzes data, invents things no one else could even dream of. but he doesn’t do it for praise or recognition—he does it because he loves learning! he’s naturally curious, always asking questions and exploring how things work. that thirst for understanding is ravenclaw to the core.

while sonic might rush in and knuckles might punch first, tails takes a step back and thinks. he analyzes the situation, comes up with a plan, and uses his intellect to outsmart the enemy. he doesn’t need brute strength, his brain is his greatest weapon!

tails isn’t loud or showy because he doesn’t need to be. he’s a quiet genius who lets his actions speak for themselves. people sometimes overlook him because of his age or his gentle nature, but that’s their mistake. underneath that soft-spoken personality is a mind that sees the world differently. he’s observant, creative, and always two steps ahead. that’s the kind of magic ravenclaws are made of <3

⚡︎ ⚯ ͛ ⚡︎

tell us, ancient sorting hat..

. ݁₊ ⊹ ..where does Amy belong?

"ohh… fierce spirit, loud heart. so much passion packed into one soul. you love deeply, fight bravely, and speak your truth, no matter the risk. some might call it stubborn… but i see unshakable will. you're kind, yes — but when push comes to shove, you’ll charge headfirst into the fire to protect what matters. no hesitation there… GRYFFINDOR!"

amy is brave in a way people don’t always give her credit for. she doesn’t have super speed or intense power like sonic or shadow, but that doesn’t stop her from throwing herself into danger anyway. she’s faced down monsters, robots, even literal gods, armed with nothing but a hammer and pure courage. she’s bold, passionate, and always speaks her mind. if someone she cares about is in danger, she won’t hesitate for even a second! totally gryffindor.

she feels everything deeply and she doesn’t hide it. when she cares about something (or someone), she’ll fight for it with everything she’s got. she doesn’t care if the odds are stacked against her or if people think she’s being “too much”, she leads with her heart and backs it up with action. she’s not afraid to be bold, emotional, or loud about what she believes in.

you don’t mess with amy’s people! she’ll go to war for her friends—no hesitation, no fear. she’s the one who stands between danger and the ones she loves, and she does not back down. even when she’s scared, even when things feel hopeless, she stands tall. that fierce loyalty and willingness to throw herself into the fight just to protect others is the heart of gryffindor. she might be sweet, but she’s strong, and she’ll always be the last one standing.

⚡︎ ⚯ ͛ ⚡︎

oh, great sorting hat..

. ݁₊ ⊹ ..where shall Rouge rise?

"well, well… clever, confident, and oh so charming. you play your cards close, but you always play to win. ambition runs deep in you.. not for power alone, but for control, for choice. you know your worth, and how to get what you want. resourceful, sly, and fiercely independent… SLYTHERIN!"

rouge doesn’t just dream, she schemes. she’s got big goals, and she doesn’t pretend otherwise. whether she’s after a priceless jewel or classified government intel, she’ll charm, sneak, and strategize her way to the top. but what really makes her slytherin is the way she owns her ambition. she’s not afraid to go after what she wants, and she refuses to settle for less. she's not reckless, she’s intentional. every move has a purpose.

she plays the game better than anyone. she reads people, plays with power, and always keeps her real intentions close to the chest. she’ll flirt, lie, or outwit her enemies without ever breaking a sweat—and somehow, she still leaves them liking her. that’s slytherin brilliance right there! she’s not cold or cruel—just strategic. everything she does is calculated, and she’s got the brains and instincts to back it up.

people love to paint rouge as selfish or untrustworthy, but the truth is way more interesting. she’s independent, yes, but she chooses who she lets in. her loyalty is earned, not given. and once you’ve earned it, she’ll stand by you, even if she pretends not to care. her relationship with shadow and omega proves it; beneath the cool confidence and snarky remarks, she’s got a core of loyalty that runs deep. but she’ll never be anyone’s sidekick. that self-respect and selective loyalty is sooo slytherin.

[shaulait]

Could we please have a part 2 of the Super Sonic x reader thingy ^^ Ty!!

DRINK WATER 🚨

⋆ ˚｡Glow ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which the golden moment ends, but you’re still not over it

pairing: sonic x reader

warnings: none! pure fluff <3

wordcount: 804

author´s note: i know you’ve been looking forward to this anon, and hey, who am i to deny you what you want? for everyone who didn’t read the first part, you can find it here! <3 (@jazzyim u might wanna read this hehe)

the battle was over. you weren’t entirely sure when it ended—somewhere between sonic turning the last wave of enemies into glittering particles of defeat and rouge casually sauntering back toward you with zero injuries and even less concern. the adrenaline had faded, replaced with a gentle tingle under your skin; or maybe that was still just him.

the golden light had faded, the air no longer crackled with raw energy, but its echo still clung to your skin like static. sonic stood a few feet away, back to his usual blue self, casually brushing dust off his gloves like he hadn't just embodied divinity a few moments ago.

you were trying very hard not to stare. failing, but trying.

rouge was the first to break the silence. “well, that was fun,” she said, stretching like she’d just gotten out of bed and not a full-scale warzone. “nothing like a little life-or-death scuffle to keep the reflexes sharp.”

you nodded dumbly, your eyes still flicking toward sonic. he caught the glance, of course. because of course he did. his smirk was back, a little too satisfied, and now it was aimed directly at you.

“so,” he drawled, strolling over, hands behind his head, “you gonna make that heart-eyes thing a regular post-battle routine? or was today just special?”

you blinked. “I—I wasn’t—! that wasn’t—!”

rouge let out a dramatic sigh, already half-turning away. “yeah, no, I’m not third-wheeling this. you two enjoy your little moment.” she tossed you a playful salute over her shoulder. “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do~”

..and then it was just you and him.

sonic stopped a step in front of you, eyes still gleaming with that barely-contained amusement, but there was something softer underneath it now, something curious. his voice dropped just a little. “seriously though. you okay?”

you nodded, maybe a bit too quickly. “yeah. totally. just… you know. recovering from… all the chaos.” you gestured vaguely at the battlefield, as if that could somehow explain the way your heart was still not recovering.

“uh huh,” he said, clearly not buying it, but letting you pretend. “well, for what it’s worth…” his voice dropped a notch again, that teasing edge melting into something warm. “you held your own out there. it was impressive.”

your breath caught. there it was again—that shift. that sincere, honest kind of praise that somehow hit harder than any compliment ever should.

“thanks,” you managed, voice a little steadier than before.

sonic tilted his head, eyes narrowing just a little as if he was reading something on your face you didn’t even know was there. “you sure that’s all that’s got you staring?”

you opened your mouth, maybe to protest, maybe to say yes, maybe to say you glowed like a sun and it did things to me—but nothing came out. your thoughts crashed somewhere between denying everything and blurting out the truth.

he grinned. “thought so.”

you groaned, covering your face with both hands. “I hate you.”

“nah,” he said, bumping your shoulder lightly, voice maddeningly smug. “you’re totally in love with me.”

your hands slid down just enough to glare at him. “I am not.”

“you absolutely are.”

“I survived a life-threatening battle, I’m allowed to have a moment.”

sonic nodded solemnly. “sure. a moment that lasted like five full minutes. with sparkling eyes and everything.”

“so you want me to explode from embarrassment? is that your goal here?”

“little bit, yeah,” he said, laughing.

you were about to fire back with something scathing, or at least mildly witty, when sonic shifted his weight, glancing toward the horizon. the battlefield was finally quiet, the dust settled, the world still holding its breath.

“anyway,” he said, far too casually, “whatever the reason was for your very obvious flustered mess thing”—he waved a vague hand in your direction—“we should probably get out of here.”

“yeah,” you mumbled. “good idea.”

you made a move to walk, but he beat you to it. before you could take a single step, sonic swept you off your feet, literally lifting you into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“what are you—!?” you squeaked, grabbing at his shoulders.

“carrying you,” he said, like it was obvious. “you looked like you needed a dramatic exit.”

“I can walk, you maniac!”

“sure you can.” he grinned down at you, eyes gleaming. “but this way’s more fun.”

you let out a helpless noise that might’ve been a protest or maybe just resignation, and before you could say another word, he took off in a blur of wind and laughter. even though you should’ve been annoyed, you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. it was him, and with him, things never ended the way you expected.. but somehow, always exactly the way they were meant to.

[shaulait]

ur writing is sooooo scrumdiliumptious

could i requeat a little one-shot where the reader has just been taken in by the wachowski's and then knuckles sees her for the first time and then just kinda short-circuits?? maybe sonic and the others can try and coach him through what he's feeling to try and help him flirt with the reader but he's just super awkward and weird lol

luv uuu

⋆ ˚｡Glitched ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which Knuckles falls for you at first sight

pairing: knuckles x fem!reader

warnings: none! pure fluff <3

wordcount: 1k

author´s note: ahh i rushed this a bit, but i really hope it still lands okay, anon </3 :(

sonic and knuckles sat pressed side by side on the couch, shoulders squared, eyes locked on the screen like it was a battlefield. the tv flickered with bright colors and chaos—karts flying down winding tracks, bombs bursting, banana peels spinning out across the asphalt. it was loud, messy, and far more personal than it had any right to be.

“eat my dust, echidna!” sonic grinned, practically glowing with energy as he leaned hard into a turn.

knuckles didn’t flinch, his eyes locked on the screen. “I will defeat you. I’ve analyzed your patterns.”

“you said that five defeats ago.”

“I am evolving.”

“you fell off the rainbow road four times.”

..after another brutal lap of banana traps and backhanded banter, sonic’s kart shot across the finish line in a blaze of glory. fireworks erupted on-screen and victory music blared like a fanfare at his coronation. knuckles froze for a moment. then, slowly, like a man accepting his doom, he let out a deep growl and dropped his controller onto the couch as if it had personally betrayed him.

sonic, meanwhile, leaned back with all the self-satisfaction of someone who’d just won an olympic gold medal instead of a cartoon race. “ohhh, sweet, sweet victory,” he sighed, clasping his hands behind his head. “told ya, knux! challenging me is a rookie move. you know how it ends!"

knuckles didn’t answer. he was too busy staring into the middle distance like he was reevaluating every life choice that had led him here. but before the hedgehog could open his mouth to gloat, a new sound filtered in through the open window. a chorus of voices, drifting up from outside.

then came a voice neither of them recognized. yours. lighter than the others, curious, a little breathless, like you were still catching up with your surroundings. there was gratitude in your tone, quiet and genuine. “thanks for letting me stay. I really appreciate it! this is already more than I expected.”

sonic tilted his head toward the door, ears twitching. “huh? sounds like we’ve got company.”, but knuckles didn’t respond. he was still staring at the blank screen, the sting of defeat fresh in his chest. his pride was still nursing its wounds. he’d trained for real combat, not whatever absurd chaos mario kart was, but even so, a loss was a loss. and losing to sonic, again, grated more than he cared to admit.

he sighed through his nose, low and bitter, then turned toward the door where sonic’s attention had drifted. and then you stepped inside.

his breath caught. everything else—the loss, the game, even sonic—blurred into the background, like someone had dimmed the rest of the room and left only you in focus. you stepped in like you didn’t know the ground had just shifted. like you had no idea someone’s entire brain had just glitched at the sight of you.

knuckles stared, forgetting entirely why his fists had been clenched in frustration moments ago. who is she? why is she here? why is she looking around like that? why is she smiling like that—

there was nothing dramatic about your entrance, and yet something in him reacted like he’d just been punched in the chest. it wasn’t just that you were beautiful, though, yes, that was part of it. but there was something else.. something about the way you moved, the way you held yourself, not shy, exactly, but careful. like you didn’t want to take up too much space, even though you already had—at least in his mind.

he couldn’t remember the game anymore. couldn’t remember why he’d cared. all he knew was that you had just stepped into the room, and without meaning to, you'd stepped directly into the center of his world, and he had no idea what to do about it.

you looked at him directly, steady and kind, and offered your hand with a soft smile. “hi. I’m y/n.”

knuckles stared at you like you’d just hurled a wrench into the middle of everything he thought he understood about the world. “I—uh—you—huh.”

sonic blinked, then slapped a hand over his mouth, barely holding in a laugh. “oh my, he just blue-screened!”

to his credit, knuckles managed to lift a hand. slow, cautious, like he was reaching across a tripwire. he took yours like it was sacred, like he expected it to disappear. you were soft, warm and.. real?

sonic, sensing the oncoming crash in real time, jumped in. “that’s knuckles! guardian of the master emerald. punches boulders for fun. he’s, like, the coolest guy in a hundred-mile radius.” he then leaned over, nudging knuckles hard with an elbow and muttering out of the side of his mouth, “say something, man.”

but knuckles only blinked, finally letting go of your hand with visible reluctance. “…I do not know how to function right now.”

you laughed, but not at him, not unkindly. just light, amused, like he’d done something unexpectedly charming without meaning to. then you followed tom down the hall as he offered to help with your bags.

the door clicked shut behind you and sonic rounded on knuckles instantly. “dude. you just caught feelings ON SIGHT.”

“I didn’t,” knuckles said, but the protest came out soft and unfocused, like he was still somewhere else entirely.

“you so did.”

knuckles didn’t respond. he was still staring at the spot where you’d been, arms at his sides, jaw slightly slack. for the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do next.

[shaulait]

Hii, could you do triple S and the reader having their first kiss together? With both of them being flustered or just the reader lol idc. Please and thank you 🫶🫶

⋆ ˚｡XOXO ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which Sonic, Shadow and Silver each share a first kiss with you

pairings: sonic, shadow, silver x reader

warnings: none! pure fluff <3

author´s note: okayyy so… i may or may not have totally favored silver here. i can’t help it, i just adore him so much (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

➼ Sonic ༉‧₊˚.

sonic would totally be the one to make the first move when it comes to your first kiss. he wouldn’t be completely confident, definitely a little shy about it, but i feel like his impulsive nature would take over.

the moment you looked up at him with those wide, hopeful eyes and asked something as sweet and simple as, “wanna go on a date tomorrow?” there’s just no way he could resist.

you’ve been together for a few months now, so going on dates is nothing new for the two of you. it’s something you’re both totally used to. but still, every time you ask him out, sonic can’t help but get all flustered, like it’s the first time all over again.

and now, with you standing right in front of him, looking at him the way you do, that familiar rush of love would hit him like a wave. he wouldn’t even be able to stop himself, he’d just lean in and kiss you right then and there.

it would be a quick, gentle peck—sweet and sudden. he’d cup your cheeks with both hands, as if holding something delicate, something priceless. and after the kiss, he’d pull back just enough to look at you, eyes wide and completely lovestruck. like, in that moment, you were the most precious thing in the entire world, and he couldn’t believe you were really his.

"yeah, of course I wanna, babe," he’d say softly, still gazing at you with those same dreamy, adoring eyes. he wouldn’t even realize how your face was heating up more and more with every second that passed, too caught up in the way his heart was doing somersaults just from being near you.

the way he says it catches you completely off guard. your mind just blanks, and you're left staring at him, heart pounding, totally unsure how to respond. that’s when he finally notices your flustered face and lets out a little chuckle, a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. but instead of getting embarrassed, he just leans in again with that playful glint in his eye and steals another quick kiss from your lips.

➼ Shadow ༉‧₊˚.

shadow would also be the one to initiate the first kiss. he’s not the type to be openly affectionate, physical touch isn’t usually his thing. but when it comes to you, there’s this quiet, persistent urge in him to show you just how deeply he feels. still, this is shadow we’re talking about—he’s got control and discipline. so even with that desire tugging at him, he keeps it in check..

but does he really? well, not when it comes to you. not when he catches you smiling shyly at the two actors on the screen sharing a kiss. his eyes shift from the movie to you, watching your reaction with quiet intensity. and for a moment, just a moment, his mind drifts. he wonders if you would look at him like that… soft, sweet, a little flustered.

the thought hits harder than he expects. and even though he's usually so good at keeping his composure, something about the way you react, so gently, so adorably, makes that carefully built control start to slip.

he’d think about it for a while. not obsessively, just… quietly. strategizing, almost; how to do it, when the moment would feel right, how to make it mean something. and when you eventually get up to grab more popcorn, he sees his chance.

you’re in the kitchen, focused on refilling your bowl, when he steps in behind you. close enough to make you aware of him, but not hovering. he casually reaches over, pretending to sneak a few kernels for himself, but instead of popping them into his mouth, he gently offers them to you. and as you go to take it, lips parting slightly, he leans in.

it’s a soft, quick but precise kiss, right on your lips. nothing too drawn out, but enough to leave your heart racing.

his sudden move leaves you completely still. you're standing there with the popcorn bowl in your hands, eyes unfocused, staring off like your brain just glitched out. your cheeks are burning, heat flooding your face as the reality of what just happened hits you.. he kissed you. shadow kissed you.

but he doesn’t react. not a smirk, not a blush, nothing; just stands there cool and composed, like he didn’t just completely knock the wind out of you with one perfectly timed kiss. as if kissing you was the most natural thing in the world.

yeah, he doesn’t react.. not in front of you, at least! he doesn’t let a single crack show in his expression. instead, he simply turns around and says over his shoulder, “hurry up, I’m starting the movie.” like he didn’t just steal your first kiss in the softest, smoothest way possible.

but the second his back is to you? his cheeks are definitely pink. not that he’d ever admit it. he just walks back to the couch like nothing happened, quietly hoping you didn’t catch the way his hand subtly brushed across his lips on the way.

➼ Silver ༉‧₊˚.

silver is shy, there’s no denying that. but he knows what it means to be your boyfriend. it means being there for you, holding you close when you need it, telling you how much you mean to him… and yeah, eventually, it means giving you kisses just because he wants to.

still, silver being silver, he’d turn it into a way bigger deal than it actually is. he’d overthink it, plan it out in his head a hundred different ways, trying to make it perfect. because to him, it’s not “just a kiss”, it’s the kiss, a sign of how deeply he cares.

he wants your first kiss to be perfect—something you’ll look back on one day and think, “wow… that was romantic.” so of course, silver spends days overthinking every little detail. how to initiate it, what to say, how to set the mood just right. should it be during sunset? after a sweet date? maybe when you're both stargazing?

he doesn’t want to rush it, and he definitely doesn’t want to mess it up. to him, this isn’t just some milestone, it’s the moment. a memory in the making. and he wants it to be something you'll treasure as much as he will.

eventually, all the overthinking starts to get to him. he’s gone so deep into planning the perfect first kiss that the pressure he’s put on himself is overwhelming. every scenario in his head starts feeling either too dramatic or not romantic enough. so, in an attempt to calm his racing thoughts, he steps out into the garden.

gardening always helps. it grounds him, gives his hands something to do while his mind slows down. as he gently tends to the plants, pulling weeds and watering flowers, he hopes the quiet will help him think rationally. maybe remind him that it’s not about making the moment flawless; it’s about you, and how he feels when he’s with you.

he’s kneeling in the dirt, fingers gently pressing seeds into the soil, his brows furrowed in deep thought, clearly miles away. that familiar, thoughtful look on his face is one you know all too well.

you approach him quietly, not wanting to startle him, and kneel beside him in the grass. gently, you wrap an arm around his shoulder, leaning in just a bit. “what’s on your mind, silver?” you ask softly, your voice enough to pull him back to the present.

he blinks, surprised at first, then turns to look at you—eyes wide, like he hadn’t even realized how long he’d been lost in his head. there’s dirt on his gloves and a little smudge on his cheek, but his voice is calm as he starts explaining, “I was just planting some lavender—thought it might help calm things down a bit…”

but you’re not really listening, not fully at least. not when he’s looking at you like that, so open and unaware of just how kissable he looks in this exact moment. something in your chest just clicks, and before you can even think twice, you lean in and gently press a kiss to his lips.

and when you pull back, his entire face is frozen in the most adorably stunned expression; eyes wide, mouth slightly parted, as if his entire brain just rebooted.

yes, you were shy, your heart was definitely doing flips, but honestly? he just looked too cute. with his little gardener’s hat slightly askew, the smudge of dirt on his cheek, and that gentle focus in his eyes… you couldn’t help yourself.

and it was so worth it. because the moment your lips left his, silver froze completely. his shovel slipped right out of his hands with a soft thud against the dirt. he let out the tiniest gasp, eyes blown wide, staring at you like you’d just whispered the coordinates to a hidden government base or something.

you blinked. he didn’t move. “…silver?” you mumbled, lightly shaking his arm.

it took a second, but then, slowly, he blinked back to life. he sat up straighter, awkwardly uprighted his hat like that would somehow fix his entire emotional system… and finally gave you the softest, shyest smile you’ve ever seen.

he had spent so long thinking over how to perfect your first kiss. it had to be special, meaningful, unforgettable. and then you just did it.. no script, no setup, just one sweet, impulsive moment that completely short-circuited him.

and somehow that made it even more perfect. because yes, it would be something you both remembered forever—not just for the kiss itself, but for everything around it. the smell of the soil, the warmth of the sun, the lavender seeds he'd gently tucked into the ground. and as those plants slowly grew, so did the memory.

every time you passed by them in full bloom, you'd both smile and say it; “we planted these when we had our first kiss.”

[shaulait]

hello!

could i request for sonic x reader where reader wakes up from a nightmare and sonic helps them to calm down, cuddling them and promising to always keep them safe

thank you!

⋆ ˚｡Stay ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which Sonic holds you through the night

pairing: sonic x reader

warnings: nightmare mention, anxiety, emotional distress

wordcount: 1.2k

author´s note: the idea of sonic holding you close and telling you everything will be okay ruins me jsdjdam i love him (╥_╥)

darkness pressed in from all sides. not just across the sky or beneath your feet, but deep within you, curling between your ribs like smoke. it was the kind of emptiness that only dreams could conjure; weightless, endless, and utterly consuming. you were running, though every step felt like wading through molasses, your limbs sluggish, your breath shallow and sharp as if your lungs had forgotten how to hold air. around you, the world seemed to unravel in slow motion. buildings folding in on themselves like paper, voices reduced to distant echoes, each footfall swallowed by the void.. and then, through the haze, you saw him.

up ahead, his silhouette stood framed by a pale, unreachable light. faint and distant, like a memory slipping through your fingers. he wasn’t looking back. he didn’t turn, didn’t hesitate, didn’t seem to hear you at all. he just kept walking, each step carrying him farther away, as if your voice had never touched him.

“sonic!” you called, your voice unraveling into the dark. “wait—please!”

but he didn’t stop.

then, without warning, the ground crumbled beneath your feet, swept out from under you like the final thread snapping. you plunged into nothingness, a weightless freefall through a void so vast it felt like the world itself had vanished. there was no sound, no air, no light—only the rush of windless space and the hollow echo of your own silence. and through it all came the inescapable certainty that he was gone, and that he wasn’t coming back.

you jolted awake with a sharp gasp, the sound of your own voice still lodged somewhere deep in your throat. the room was still, wrapped in a hush so complete it almost felt unreal. moonlight spilled like liquid silver across the crumpled sheets, casting long, restless shadows that stretched across the walls. but the calm of the room was a cruel contrast to the storm still raging inside you. your skin was damp with sweat, every breath too fast, and the sheets were twisted around your legs like ivy, holding the remnants of the dream against you. your hands trembled in your lap, fingers curled tight, as if trying to hold on to something real.

you hadn’t even managed to sit up when the bed shifted beneath you; a sudden jolt, blankets kicked back in a flurry, and then a startled yelp as sonic lurched upright from where he'd been curled.

“what—what’s going on?!” he blurted, blinking through sleep, his voice rough at the edges, breath catching mid-sentence. his quills were a tousled mess, eyes wide with disoriented alarm, but the second he saw you, everything stilled.

his gaze locked onto your hunched frame, the way your arms were wrapped tightly around yourself, and the fear draining the color from your face. whatever sleep had still clung to him vanished in an instant. he was at your side in a heartbeat, closing the space between you like it had never been there.

“hey,” he murmured, his voice low and careful, each word offered like something fragile, like he was afraid too much noise might break you further. “it’s okay. i’m here. you’re safe.”

you couldn’t answer, not yet. your throat felt tight, like it had been cinched by invisible thread, and the nightmare still clung to the edges of your mind like fog that refused to lift. all you could manage was a nod; small, unsteady, the motion so uncertain it felt more like a question than a reassurance.

sonic didn’t press or rush you. instead, he inched a little closer, his movements slow, as though afraid even the smallest misstep might send you further into yourself. his eyes found yours and held them—not demanding, not searching for answers you couldn’t give, but simply being there. he stayed like that, the silence between you weighted not with tension, but with quiet understanding. and when he finally reached out, his hand brushing yours with a gentleness so achingly tender, it nearly undid you. something in your chest cracked open at just how carefully he held space for you.

“nightmare?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

you nodded, the motion small, your throat still tight, but this time, your voice managed to slip past the haze. “I dreamed you left,” you murmured, each word fragile, like it might fall apart if you said it too loud. “I kept calling for you, but you didn’t hear me. everything was falling apart and you just… kept walking. like I wasn’t even there.”

for a moment, he said nothing. his expression shifted—brows pulling together, jaw tightening—but not in frustration at you. no, it was something quieter.. anger at the dream itself, at the idea of you feeling that kind of fear, even in sleep. something he couldn’t fight, couldn’t outrun.

then, slowly, he opened his arms. he didn’t speak, didn’t try to offer reassurances that would only sound hollow in this moment. he just held the space and without hesitation, you folded into him.

his embrace was warm and steady in the way only something or someone you trust completely can be. it felt like being wrapped in a promise, in the kind of silence that says I’ve got you without needing to be spoken aloud. he held you close, drawing you gently against his chest; one hand rose to cradle the back of your head, while the other curled firmly around your waist, as though his arms alone might be enough to shield you from the world, even from something as formless and cruel as fear.

“hey,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath against your hair. “dreams lie. but I don’t. I’m not going anywhere. not now, not ever.”

you didn’t respond, but you melted further into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, your body slowly releasing the fear it had been clinging to. against your cheek, his heartbeat thudded in calm, even rhythm like a lighthouse standing tall through the dark, guiding you gently back to shore.

after a long, quiet moment, he leaned back just enough to see your face, his hand rising to brush his thumb along your cheek in a touch so light, it felt more like the memory of one. his eyes searched yours, not for answers, but for reassurance that you were still here with him.

“you don’t ever have to go through that alone,” he said, his voice quiet but steady, each word stitched with sincerity. “even if it’s just a dream.. I’ll always come running. always.”

a faint smile tugged at your lips, and sonic returned it with one of his own, carrying all the affection he didn’t know how to put into words.

he guided you both back down into the bed with gentle care, never once loosening his hold. the blanket came up over your shoulders, tucking you into the circle of his arms, and your head settled in the curve of his neck like it had always known to rest there. his heartbeat met your ear again, quiet and constant, and for the first time tonight, your body began to believe it was safe.

your fingers stayed tangled in his, your breath slowly syncing with his own. and just before sleep could pull you under again, you felt his lips brush against your temple as he whispered into the hush between you,

“if you ever get lost in the dark again… just call for me. I’ll find you. every single time.”

[shaulait]

Hi!! I adore your writing so much! If I could, could I request Shadow with a reader who is very craft-y? They make a lil plush of him to hug when he’s on missions and are embarrassed when he finds out, but he actually thinks it’s cute?

⋆ ˚｡Home ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which a tiny shadow stays behind

pairing: shadow x reader

warnings: none!

author´s note: i’m assuming the anon who sent this request is like… super crafty… and i’m totally not jealous or anything… haha… nope… not at all...

being shadow’s partner wasn’t always easy. more often than not, he was out on missions, leaving you behind to count the days until his return. it wasn’t a matter of choice; if it were up to him, he’d stay by your side. but duty called, and shadow never ignored a mission. you understood why he had to go, but that didn’t make the loneliness any easier. each farewell was a quiet reminder of the distance his responsibilities placed between you.

his absence was never easy. some nights were lonelier than others, leaving you sitting on the edge of the bed you usually shared, staring at the empty space where he should be. the warmth of his presence, the steady rhythm of his breathing—things you had grown so used to—were suddenly gone, replaced by cold sheets and silence. you had always fallen asleep in his arms when he was home, his grip a quiet reassurance that you were safe. but when he wasn’t there to hold you close, the emptiness felt heavier, a reminder of just how much you missed him.

but shadow would never let you starve for his attention. no matter how far he was, he made sure to text and call you every day, checking in to see if you were okay, if you had eaten, if you weren’t missing him too much. his messages were always brief but full of meaning; small reminders that, even in the middle of a mission, you were never far from his mind. yet, no amount of calls or texts could replace the warmth of his embrace. his words reassured you, but they couldn’t fill the emptiness in your arms, nor could they quiet the longing in your heart.

one day, as the weight of loneliness settled over you, an idea sparked in your mind, one so simple yet brilliant that you couldn’t believe you hadn’t thought of it sooner. if shadow couldn’t always be with you, then maybe… you could make something to remind you of him.

with a newfound determination, you gathered old cloth, carefully stitching together a small plush that resembled him. it wasn’t perfect, but as you sewed on the button eyes and shaped his quills just right, you couldn’t help but smile. it actually looked a lot like him, like a tiny version of shadow, always by your side. holding the plush in your arms, you felt a sense of comfort, a warmth that made the nights a little less lonely. it wasn’t the same as having the real shadow next to you, but in some way, it was enough to make the distance feel a little smaller.

the plush quickly became a constant presence in your life. every night, you’d cuddle it close as you drifted off to sleep, and during meals, you’d prop it up across from you, playfully pretending he was there sharing lunch with you. when loneliness crept in, you’d find yourself talking to it, whispering about your day, your thoughts, your feelings, just as if it were the real shadow sitting beside you.

it was silly, maybe even a little embarrassing, but in those moments, it didn’t matter. the plush was a small piece of him, something to hold onto until he came back. and until then, it was enough.

the first time you showed shadow his miniature version over a video call, you could actually hear a soft chuckle escape him. it was rare to catch him so openly amused, but seeing you press the plushie against your cheeks with such affection seemed to chip away at his usual stoic demeanor.

when you shyly admitted that you had even sprayed it with his cologne so it would smell like him, his eyes widened slightly before he looked away for a moment, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. he cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, but you could tell he was flustered. the thought of you going through so much effort just to feel closer to him clearly caught him off guard.

“…you really went all out, huh?” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. but even through the screen, you could see the small, genuine smile tugging at his lips.

even when shadow finally returned, the plushie wasn’t abandoned. it still had its place, sitting somewhere close; on the bed, on the couch, or tucked into a corner of the room, silently watching over you. shadow would sometimes glance at it, shaking his head in amusement whenever he caught you absentmindedly holding it while he was right there beside you. but he never told you to put it away.

and when duty called once again, and he had to leave, the plushie was there, waiting. you’d hold it close, just like before, letting it keep you company through the long nights. it wasn’t the same as having the real shadow beside you, but it carried a piece of him, a reminder that no matter how far he was, he would always return to you.

what you didn’t know was that shadow had his own way of keeping you close too, even when he was away. tucked securely in his belongings, or sometimes even in his glove, a small picture of you stayed with him at all times. he never made a big deal out of it, never spoke about it, but when the quiet moments of solitude crept in, when the weight of his missions became too much, he’d take it out and look at it. just for a moment. just enough to remind himself why he always came back.

[shaulait]

sss team and mini date blurbs? (metal sonic or espio too,, if possible!!!) ^^

⋆ ˚｡My Only Love ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which Sonic, Shadow, Silver, Metal Sonic and Espio take you on a date

pairings: sonic, shadow, silver, metal sonic, espio x reader

warnings: none! pure fluff <3

author´s note: it was my first time writing for metal sonic and espio, so i’m extra happy you wanted me to include them to this, anon!!◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

✧.* Sonic.. ♡︎

༊·˚ ➷ ..would take you to a soccer game ༉‧₊˚.

it might not be something you'd normally be into, but for sonic, it would be the experience of a lifetime. he would be hyped for weeks, barely able to sit still. just picturing himself in that massive stadium, watching his favorite team win with you by his side.. that was a dream he’d never get tired of.

sonic would have everything planned out to make sure the experience was perfect. he would teach you all the chants, the cheers, and even the little traditions only die-hard fans knew, just so you could get fully into it. the game was a big deal, yeah, but sharing it with you, showing you what makes it so special to him was the real highlight of it all.

you’d definitely be rocking matching jerseys, each with the other’s name on the back, because sonic would insist on it. every time he sees you in it, standing beside him with that spark of excitement in your eyes, his heart does a little flip. the roar of the crowd, the thrill of the game, it’s all incredible, but nothing compares to the sight of you.

with each goal, sonic would literally launch himself into the air, fists pumping as he cheered at full volume. and without fail, he’d immediately turn to the random guy next to him—who he had befriended approximately 10 minutes ago—and pull him into a celebratory hug. of course, in the middle of all the chaos, he’d turn to you with a wide grin and declare, “you’re my lucky charm!”, because why not? you were here, and clearly, that had to be bringing luck to him and his team.

meanwhile, you’d absolutely capture every over-the-top reaction of his, snapping pictures of him mid-cheer, recording his wild celebrations and even catching the moment he was still hugging the random guy next to him long after the goal. every burst of excitement, every moment of pure joy; all was safely tucked away in your phone. one day, you’d definitely be showing these to your kids, telling them just how much their dad loved moments like this. okay i´m sobbing

✧.* Shadow.. ♡︎

༊·˚ ➷ ..would take you on a coffee date ༉‧₊˚.

when it comes to shadow, he’d always choose something quiet and intimate over anything loud or flashy. he appreciates the stillness and the moments that feel meaningful. so, a coffee date it is! somewhere tucked away from the chaos of the world, where it’s just the two of you, a warm drink in hand and a silence so comfortable it speaks more than words ever could; that´s his ideal date.

you’d be sitting in your favorite café, the soft murmur of conversations blending with the comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee. shadow would insist on spoiling you, ordering whatever dessert caught your eye without hesitation. pastries, cakes, maybe even a fancy drink if you wanted— he wouldn’t say much about it, just a simple "get whatever you want."

meanwhile, his own order never changed. just one black coffee, no sugar, no fuss. he’d sit across from you, hands wrapped around his cup, watching with quiet amusement as you enjoyed your treats and talked about literally anything; your day, a random thought that crossed your mind, something silly that made you laugh. he didn’t always say much, but the way he leaned in slightly, the way his eyes never left yours, the subtle nods and quiet hums of acknowledgment.. it was enough to tell you he was fully present.

you’d be half-laughing and half-complaining about how he was ordering way too much, eyeing the growing stack of desserts in front of you. but all he’d do is take a calm sip of his coffee, barely sparing the receipt a glance before responding in that matter-of-fact tone, "you deserve it."

so, yes, this boy absolutely loves spoiling you. no arguments! no complaints! just pure, quiet devotion wrapped up in coffee and sweets, in the simple act of making sure you have everything you want without even needing to ask. he doesn’t make a big show of it, doesn’t need to hear a thank you, because for shadow, it’s never been about grand gestures. it’s in the small things. the way he always makes sure your cup is never empty, the way he listens when you ramble about anything and everything and the way he subtly encourages you to indulge a little more, because your happiness is enough for him. that’s just the way he loves.

✧.* Silver.. ♡︎

༊·˚ ➷ ..would take you ice skating ༉‧₊˚.

silver would definitely take you on an ice skating date! it was the perfect mix of fun and challenge. just enough excitement to keep things interesting, but still relaxed and lighthearted. the goal wasn’t to show off or pull off any crazy moves. it was simply about being with you, sharing laughter, holding onto each other when you wobbled, and making memories on the ice. for him, that was more than enough.

of course, he would insist on bundling you up in way too many scarves and gloves. the moment you stepped onto the ice, he was already wrapping a thick scarf around your neck, adjusting your gloves, and double-checking your jacket like a concerned mother. “you’ll catch a cold if you’re not warm enough!” he’d say, completely ignoring your protests. but no matter how much you argued, he wasn’t budging. if it meant keeping you warm and safe, then you were going to be bundled up like a marshmallow, whether you liked it or not.

when he stepped onto the ice, hesitation flickered across his face. his arms flailed slightly as he struggled to find his balance, his grip on your hand a little too tight, as if you were the only thing keeping him upright. every few seconds, he’d wobble, eyes widening in panic before he managed to steady himself again. his breath hitched each time his skates slipped even slightly, but after regaining control, he’d turn to you with a nervous yet determined grin, as if silently reassuring both you and himself that he had this under control.

learning to ice skate was a challenge, and poor silver had officially become your personal support beam. you clung to him for dear life, gripping his arm like it was the only thing keeping you from hitting the ice. he didn’t mind, though! if anything, he found it kind of endearing, his soft chuckles breaking through as he steadied you, making sure you didn’t fall, even if he was struggling himself. and no matter how many times you slipped, tripped, or accidentally dragged him down with you, silver’s patience never wavered. every little stumble just made him more determined to help.

after countless laughs, trips, and near-disasters where you almost broke a body part or two, it was your idea to finally warm up with some hot chocolate. silver, not expecting it to be that hot, took a sip way too soon, and immediately regretted it, pulling back with a sharp inhale as he burned his tongue. as if that wasn’t enough, somewhere in the chaos, he’d somehow ended up with a dollop of whipped cream on his nose. completely unaware of it, he blinked at you in confusion, while you struggled to hold back your laughter… and failed spectacularly.

"…I was trying to look cool, you know," he mumbled, pouting slightly as he wiped the whipped cream off his nose, his cheeks still tinged red from embarrassment. but honestly, seeing you completely lose it, laughing so hard over something so small, made it impossible for him to be annoyed. if anything, it only made his heart swell. and you, well, watching him be so naturally clumsy, so effortlessly adorable, only made you love him even more—if that was even possible. every little mishap, every flustered reaction, just added to the endless list of reasons why he had your heart completely.

✧.* Metal Sonic.. ♡︎

༊·˚ ➷ ..would take you to play arcade games ༉‧₊˚.

nothing would make metal sonic feel more at home than an arcade. the glow of neon lights reflecting off every surface, the steady hum of machines mixed with bursts of excited cheers, and the rhythmic click-clack of buttons being smashed; it’s the perfect atmosphere. there’s a pulse to the place, an energy that keeps everything in motion, fueled by the thrill of competition and the rush of chasing high scores. here, he can focus on what he does best—winning, strategizing, and most importantly, sharing the excitement with you.

despite his fiercely competitive nature, he would make an exception for you, like purposefully letting you win, even if it goes against everything in his programming. he doesn’t fully grasp human emotions, but if there’s one feeling he understands, it’s losing. the frustration, the sting of defeat, it’s the closest he’s come to processing emotion.

..and if he can prevent you from experiencing that, he will. so, without a word, he holds back, sacrifices his own pride, and lets you take the victories. not because he isn’t capable of winning, but because seeing you happy and watching you celebrate feels like a win of its own.

but, at some point, you’d catch on. you’d notice the tiny hesitations, the slightly mistimed moves, the way he should be winning but somehow isn’t. realizing he’s losing on purpose, you’d pout, crossing your arms as you shoot him a playful glare. "you’re letting me win, aren’t you?"

of course, he says nothing. he just tilts his head slightly, as if calculating whether denying it would work, but you know better. it would annoy you just a little—not because you wanted to lose, but because he was going against his own nature for your sake. and yet, it was undeniably adorable! watching him, a machine built for perfection and competition, deliberately hold back just to make you happy? it made your heart swell. how could you possibly stay mad at that?

at some point, he approached the claw machine. with laser-sharp precision, he timed every grab flawlessly, never missing a single plush. one by one, they dropped into the prize chute, an ever-growing pile of soft victories stacking at his feet. by the time he was done, the machine was nearly empty; the arcade staff stood frozen, other players gawked in disbelief, and you were caught between hysterical laughter and genuine concern as you were unsure whether to be impressed, overwhelmed, or very concerned about what you were supposed to do with all the plushies.

and then, in his usual deadpan way, he’d just turn to you, arms completely overflowing with the plushies, and say, “I have secured the prizes. take them.” looking at him, standing there like he had just accomplished something important made your heart swell. it wasn’t just about winning, it was about winning for you.

✧.* Espio.. ♡︎

༊·˚ ➷ ..would take you to a museum ༉‧₊˚.

espio would suggest a museum date not just for the experience, but because he genuinely believes it’s a meaningful way to spend time together. it’s peaceful, full of knowledge, and gives him the chance to see a different side of you—how you observe, what interests you and what little things catch your eye.

he takes the visit seriously, moving through the exhibits with quiet admiration, arms crossed as he nods thoughtfully at each piece. every detail matters to him. the craftsmanship, the history, the meaning behind each display; he reads every plaque with intent, absorbing the information like it’s a lesson worth remembering.

but despite his deep focus, he never stops paying attention to you. if he notices you lingering in front of a particular painting or artifact, eyes tracing over every detail, he’ll lean in close, his voice low and knowing. “you like this one, don’t you?”

there’s something almost fond in the way he says it, like he’s studying you just as much as the art itself. he watches the way your eyes light up, how your fingers twitch like you wish you could reach out and touch it. and even if you brush it off—“oh, I just think it’s interesting”—he makes a mental note of it. because to him, knowing what fascinates you, what captures your attention, is just as valuable as anything in the museum.

espio is naturally soft-spoken, so whenever he speaks, he leans in close. his voice is calm, thoughtful, almost like a secret meant just for you. it makes every conversation feel more intimate, like you’re the only two people in the entire museum. at some point, you’d find yourselves standing in front of an intricately carved sculpture, its details carefully described on a plaque calling it a true work of art. he would study it with quiet admiration, but then, just as you’re about to move on, he’d shift ever so slightly toward you and murmur, “you’re one too.” ohmygoshstopitespio

[shaulait]

hii! could i request sonic x reader who loves to bake? maybe have them make cookies or something just cute little drabbles lol

⋆ ˚｡Milk & Cookies ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which speed meets sweets

pairing: sonic x reader

warnings: none! pure fluff <3

author´s note: is there a better combo than sweets and sonic? HELL NAH this is peak happiness :P

sonic had always had a massive sweet tooth, which meant your passion for baking was nothing short of a dream come true for him. no matter how far he ran, how many miles he sped through in a day, he somehow always managed to slow down just in time to catch you in the kitchen, surrounded by the delightful chaos of flour-dusted countertops, cracked eggshells, and the sweet scent of something delicious in the making.

the moment he stepped through the door and spotted you near the counter, mixing batter with a concentrated look on your face, he was drawn in like a magnet. it didn’t matter if you protested; he would always sneak a taste, dipping a finger into the bowl and popping it into his mouth with a cheeky grin. “c’mon, just a little taste won’t hurt,” he’d say, even as you swatted him away, scolding him about how raw batter wasn’t exactly healthy. but that never stopped him.

his absolute favorite? the simplest thing of all—your chocolate chip cookies. the moment their warm, buttery scent filled the air, he’d practically float toward the kitchen, led purely by his nose. you swore you could see little hearts in his eyes whenever he spotted them fresh out of the oven.

but sonic wasn’t just there for the tasting, he always kept you company while you baked. sometimes he’d help in small ways, like cutting strawberries into neat little cubes or holding the bowl steady while you whisked away. other times, he’d just stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you carefully filled macarons, making the task a little harder by nuzzling into your shoulder with a hum of appreciation.

and when he wasn’t helping or causing minor distractions, he’d simply sit at the counter, resting his head in his hands, elbows propped up as he watched you work with that signature, lazy grin of his. you could always feel his eyes on you, full of warmth and admiration. it made your heart feel just as soft as the dough in your hands.

and when it finally came down to tasting he was ALL in. he didn’t just nibble, he devoured. every single thing you made, he ate with such enthusiasm that it was impossible not to feel proud. he never exaggerated his praise either! he genuinely loved anything you baked. no matter what it was, no matter how experimental or simple, if you made it, it was automatically his new favorite thing.

so, whether he was sneaking batter, helping in little ways, or just watching you with that adoring look on his face, one thing was always certain—sonic would never let you bake alone. and when it came to the final product, leftovers were never an option. no matter how much you made, every last crumb would be gone within the hour, as if your kitchen had been hit by a one-hedgehog tornado with an insatiable sweet tooth.

[shaulait]

Omg your writing is so so soft and comforting🥺

I would love to request a Shadow x reader (fem) with Shadow showing the reader in love and praise and cuddles, maybe using some pet names or something like that.

Thank you and hope you're having a lovely day 🖤

⋆ ˚｡My Melody ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which you are Shadow’s very own tune

pairing: shadow x reader

warnings: none! pure fluff <3

wordcount: 1.2k

author´s note: shadow and guitars are my ultimate happiness combo if you didn´t know hehe (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

the golden afternoon light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. the soft, uneven strumming of a guitar filled the air—hesitant but persistent, each note a testament to your determination. sitting cross-legged on the couch, you carefully adjusted your fingers along the fretboard, brows furrowed in concentration as you tried to nail a particularly stubborn chord.

shadow had grown accustomed to this routine. day after day, he would pass by, hearing the familiar sound of your guitar, sometimes steady, sometimes interrupted by a frustrated sigh when a note didn’t come out quite right. he never interrupted, simply observing from a distance, letting you push yourself at your own pace. there was something captivating about the way you focused so intently, fully immersed in the challenge of mastering the song. your determination had always been something he admired, a constant trait that reassured him you were doing just fine. no worries weighing you down, nothing out of place.

today, however, something about the way you looked in that moment ignited a warmth deep within him. the focused glint in your eyes, the way your hair framed your face so effortlessly, the slow, deliberate movements of your fingers across the strings—every detail felt so natural, so undeniably you. your lips were slightly pursed in concentration, completely lost in the music, and it struck him then just how much he loved you. not just in the grand gestures or the spoken words, but in the smallest, quietest things, the little details that made you who you were. and in that moment, he realized just how deeply he adored every single one of them.

silently, he stepped forward, his movements barely making a sound against the carpet. he lingered just infront of you, eyes studying the way you played—the way your fingers danced across the fretboard with a confidence that hadn’t been there before. he had noticed everything from the very beginning; at first, you had struggled just to hold the guitar properly, fingers fumbling over the strings, uncertain and hesitant. but now, you were different. now, you could hear a note and instinctively recognize it, your hands following the melody with an ease that only came from dedication and persistence. watching you grow, seeing your progress unfold before his eyes, only deepened the quiet admiration he held for you.

once he was in front of you, he lowered himself onto the floor, settling between your legs with an effortless grace. without a word, he pulled your legs gently against his chest, his arms resting around them as if to keep you close. then, he leaned in, resting his chin on your knees, his eyes locking onto yours. in that moment, it felt as though he was memorizing you, taking in every detail, every breath, every tiny movement.

you blinked down at him, clearly caught off guard by the way he had settled so comfortably between your legs. his sudden closeness, the way his arms rested lazily against you—it was different. not unwelcome, just… unexpected.

“shadow?” you murmured, shifting slightly. “is everything okay?”

his gaze didn’t waver. if anything, it softened just a fraction, a rare sight that made your breath hitch. “yeah,” he said, voice quiet, “just keep playing.”

you scoffed, gripping the guitar a little tighter. “I can’t exactly focus when you’re holding me like this. and staring.”

his lips quirked up into the smallest of smirks. “what, does my presence make you nervous?”

your face warmed instantly. “that’s not what I said—”

He hummed, tilting his head just enough to nuzzle against your knee, his warmth seeping through the fabric of your jeans. “didn’t have a problem playing when I was just watching from afar,” he mused, voice softer now. “but now that I’m here, you suddenly forget how to use your hands?”

you slowly set your guitar down beside you, your fingers lingering on the strings for just a moment as you tried to process the sudden affection radiating from your boyfriend. shadow wasn’t usually like this. not that he didn’t show he cared, but moments like these, where he was openly soft with you, always caught you off guard.

“it’s not that,” you muttered, shifting under his gaze. “I just… can’t handle you looking at me like that.”

and it was true. no matter how long you had been together, no matter how many times he had gazed at you with that deep, unreadable intensity, it still made your heart race. meeting his eyes for too long left you flustered, weak, and completely at his mercy.

his expression shifted, his features softening ever so slightly. his voice was quieter when he spoke next, almost careful. “but what if I want to look at you like that?”

the heat creeping up your neck was instant. your heart skipped, the sincerity of his words hitting you harder than you expected. he truly wanted to look at you, admire you, be close to you.. and that was too much. your hands shot up to your face, desperately trying to hide the sheer flustered mess you had become. the warmth in your cheeks was unbearable, spreading all the way down your neck as if your body couldn’t handle the weight of his words.

shadow, of course, didn’t look away. he never did. his eyes stayed fixed on you, not in an overwhelming way, but in a way that made your heart race. like he was committing every detail to memory, every second of your existence something worth remembering. his thumb brushed slow, lazy circles against your leg, his chin still settled on your knees. his touch was subtle, controlled, but there was something almost possessive about the way he held you there. like you might disappear if he let go.

“you don’t get it,” he muttered, voice low, deliberate. “watching you like this… I don’t know how to explain it. it makes sense.” his fingers tightened slightly against your leg, as if trying to ground himself. “you, sitting here, pouring everything into something you love—it’s right.”

you peeked at him through your fingers, already knowing what you’d see. and sure enough, he was still watching you intensily.

the weight of his words settled in your chest, heavy, warm, and impossible to ignore. but before you could say anything, he spoke again, his tone softer, more certain.

“you’re sitting here trying to master these songs,” he murmured. “meanwhile, I’ve spent every second memorizing you.”

your breath hitched. your hands slowly slipped down from your face, but you couldn’t find the words. couldn’t do anything except stare at him—this impossibly strong, untouchable being—who was looking at you like you were the only thing that had ever mattered.

and just like that, the world faded away. everything you had been trying to memorize over the past days, the chords, the melodies, the precise placement of your fingers, blurred into nothing. all that remained was him; his unwavering gaze, the warmth of his touch, the quiet weight of his words settling deep in your chest, leaving no room for anything else.

you swallowed, your heart pounding, your hands twitching at your sides like they didn’t know what to do. but shadow didn’t move. he just stayed there, holding you in place, his presence as certain as the air in your lungs.

[shaulait]

Fem reader x Rouge request

Meet each other at Rouges’ fave. jewelry store (they know each other - old friends…. With hints of more) and Reader startles Rouge and flirts with her. Reader gives her priceless heart earrings (stolen obvi) and leaves really smoothly, Rouge had to take a moment to breathe and only after does she realize Reader left the store untouched and that they only wanted to she her hehe. I realllllly want the Reader’s demeanour to be kinda dom if you will

thank you boo ❤️

⋆ ˚｡Treasure ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤ ..in which Rouge is the one who’s stunned for once

pairing: rouge x reader

warnings: none!

wordcount: 671

author´s note: i absolutely love my girl rouge—she’s easily my favorite, right up there with shadow and silver! hope u like it, tarty <3

the jewelry store was steeped in a hushed elegance, the kind of quiet that felt almost sacred. the faint hum of display lights buzzed softly overhead, casting a cool glow over rows of glittering treasures. somewhere in the distance, a sales associate murmured in low, practiced tones, tending to a customer with effortless poise. it was the kind of atmosphere that demanded grace and restraint—where every movement felt deliberate, every glance careful. perfect.

rouge stood in front of one of the more extravagant glass cases, her gloved fingers brushing her chin as she examined the delicate diamonds resting inside. her usual smirk played on her lips, but her sharp eyes carried a certain glimmer; this wasn’t just admiration, it was calculation. she was considering a new addition to her collection, something truly worthy of her—when a voice purred right behind her ear.

“still drawn to the pretty little things, I see.”

rouge tensed for half a second, her instincts kicking in, ready to strike, until she recognized the voice. your voice. you had always been good at sneaking up on her, something most would never dare attempt. she turned just enough to catch your smirking expression, and there it was—that dangerous little glint in your eyes that made her heart skip in ways she’d rather not admit.

she huffed, crossing her arms. “and you’re still insufferable, I see.”

you chuckled, stepping into her space like you belonged there, standing just close enough to make the air between you feel too warm. “adorable, really, how you pretend you don’t like seeing me.”

rouge raised a brow, feigning boredom, but the heat creeping up her neck was undeniable. “what do you want?”

you sighed dramatically, as if the answer was obvious. “nothing. just wanted to see you.”

for the briefest second, her breath hitched—but she recovered fast, slipping back behind her usual bravado. “tch. you really don’t hold back, do you?”

“wouldn’t be me if I did.” you said smoothly, reaching into your pocket. “but I didn’t come empty-handed.”

before she could question it, you pulled out a small velvet box and popped it open with an elegant flick of your wrist. inside, gleaming under the store’s lights, were the most exquisite heart-shaped earrings rouge had ever seen; glistening, deep crimson, and utterly priceless. her eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she narrowed them, suspicious but intrigued. “you little thief… where did you get those?”

your smirk was all the confirmation she needed. “does it matter?”

rouge knew she should reprimand you, play it cool, maybe even tease you back—but damn it all, you knew her too well. this was exactly her style, and the fact that you had stolen them just for her? unfair.

she reached for them, but you shut the box with a click and held it just out of reach. “ah, ah, ah,” you tsked, leaning in so your lips nearly brushed her ear. “a lady like you shouldn’t take gifts without saying thank you.” rouge could feel her pulse in her ears, but she refused to give you the satisfaction. instead, she held your gaze, tilting her head. “you think you’re so charming, don’t you?”

your smirk deepened. “I know I am.”

you handed her the box, brushing your fingers over hers deliberately slowly. and just as quickly as you had appeared, you took a step back, flashing her a knowing look. “see you around, gorgeous.”

rouge barely had a moment to react before you turned and walked out of the store, completely untouched. no alarms, no security trailing behind you; you hadn’t taken anything. you really had only come for her.

she exhaled, blinking at the velvet box in her hands. she had been so caught up in you, in the heat of your presence, in that ridiculously smooth exit, that she hadn’t even realized you left without stealing a single thing. you had only wanted to see her. rouge smirked to herself, shaking her head as she turned back to the glass case.

“hmph. guess I get to take it easy today,” she murmured, tapping a gloved finger against the glass. “seems someone’s already done the work for me.”

[shaulait]

Aaaa would it be okay to request a sonic x reader having a makeout session??? ♡♡♡ thank you

⋆ ˚｡Sugar Rush ♡ ⋆｡˚

╰┈➤..in which Sonic finds a better way to satisfy your craving

pairing: sonic x reader

warnings: suggestive content, making out

wordcount: 2.3k

author´s note: this is my first time writing a makeout scene, so please be kind T-T i´m just a humble girl with trembling hands and questionable life choices </3

the night had a special kind of energy, one that only came around when the whole gang was together. tonight, that energy belonged to tails. his birthday had gathered everyone in one place, filling the air with laughter, music, and a lively energy.

as always, rouge had gone above and beyond, proving once again why she was the ultimate party planner. the place was decorated to perfection; streamers hung from every corner, twinkling fairy lights cast a soft glow over the room, and in the center of it all stood a cake so large it could have been mistaken for a party centerpiece. tails' face had been carefully frosted onto it, his signature cheerful grin captured in sugary detail, complete with an oversized birthday hat made of fondant. it was both impressive and hilarious, a fitting tribute to the fox of the hour.

knuckles had taken his self-proclaimed role as DJ far too seriously, standing behind the booth with the kind of intensity one would expect from someone guarding the master emerald. with a confident smirk, he blasted what he proudly called “classics from his time,” filling the space with heavy beats and old-school melodies. the music selection, however, was… questionable. more than a few tunes earned cringes from tails, who looked like he was regretting giving knuckles the aux cord in the first place.

still, if you were being honest, the echidna’s taste in music wasn’t nearly as questionable as tails’ taste in cake. you eyed the dessert with suspicion, tilting your head as if you were trying to make sense of it.

"wait… carrot? really?" you shot tails an incredulous look before crossing your arms. "are you turning nine or fifty-five?"

the fox let out a small chuckle, completely unfazed by the jab. "what? it’s good!"

"good is debatable," amy cut in, hands on her hips. "I swear, I’ve been saying the same thing. why not go with something classic? strawberry? chocolate? vanilla? literally anything else?" she let out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. "come on, tails, next time, pick something we all like!"

tails just smiled, his tails swishing happily. "well, it’s my birthday… so carrot cake it is!"

a groan of defeat rippled through the group, but there was no real malice behind it. after all, tonight wasn’t about the cake, or even the music. it was about celebrating the birthday boy, the genius, the little brother of the group! and even if his cake choices were questionable, there was no denying that tonight was shaping up to be one of those memories they’d be laughing about for years to come.

as the party carried on, even more laughter and music filled the room. plates were stacked with half-eaten slices of cake, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves to the fullest—including a certain blue hedgehog, who had spent most of the evening bouncing between conversations, games, and, unsurprisingly, stirring up a bit of friendly competition.

from your seat between tails and amy, you found your gaze drifting toward him, watching as he effortlessly commanded the room’s attention. sonic had always been the life of the party, his energy contagious, his presence magnetic. it was impossible not to admire him, and every time you caught yourself staring, your heart gave the slightest, traitorous twitch.

but, as much as you enjoyed watching him, the lingering taste of carrot cake on your tongue left much to be desired. it hadn’t exactly hit the spot, and your sweet tooth wasn’t satisfied just yet. with that in mind, you pushed yourself up from your seat, making your way toward the snack bar in search of something actually worth indulging in.

at the far end of the room, sonic stood at tails´ ping-pong setup, arms crossed, a cocky grin plastered across his face as he debated with shadow and silver. the conversation had started as casual banter, but now, with bragging rights on the line, it had turned into something far more competitive.

"I’m telling you," sonic said, tapping a finger against the table for emphasis, "reflexes like mine? unbeatable. you guys don’t stand a chance."

shadow scoffed, unimpressed, his arms firmly folded across his chest. "as if I’d waste my time playing ping-pong against you."

silver, ever the optimist, leaned forward slightly. "I mean… technically, telekinesis could give me a pretty solid edge—"

sonic shot him a deadpan look. "yeah, if you wanna cheat."

the bickering continued, playful teases tossed back and forth, but sonic’s focus began to drift. his attention flickered across the room, scanning the party more out of habit than anything else. that was when he spotted you; standing alone at the snack table, idly shifting through plates and trays, your brows slightly furrowed, lips pressed together in mild disappointment.

his ears twitched slightly. that was… odd. you were usually in the middle of the action, laughing along with amy, teasing tails, or at least humoring knuckles’ ridiculous antics. but now, you stood alone by the snack table, sifting through plates with a vaguely unimpressed look on your face.

sonic’s curiosity sparked. what had you searching so intently? and more importantly, why did you look so dissatisfied?

he barely even processed silver still trying to defend his telekinetic advantage before tossing up his hands in dismissal. "yeah, yeah, hold that thought. I got something more important to take care of."

shadow exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "tch. convenient excuse."

silver blinked. "wait—so are we playing or not?"

but sonic was already gone, slipping effortlessly through the party without breaking stride. within moments, he was right beside you, leaning against the edge of the table with his signature ease, watching as you continued your little quest.

"alright, what’s up?" he asked, tilting his head. "you look like you’re on a mission."

you glanced up at him, then sighed dramatically, poking at an untouched plate of snacks before gesturing toward the cake. "I was hoping to get something sweet, but…" you wrinkled your nose, shaking your head. "tails’ carrot cake isn’t exactly doing it for me."

sonic let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "yeah, not his best call." his eyes lingered on you for a second, something flickering behind them before a smirk tugged at his lips.

"y’know…" he pushed off the table slightly, voice dropping just enough to hint at mischief. "I might have a solution for that."

before you could even question him, a familiar gust of wind kicked up around you. in one swift motion, sonic had grabbed your wrist, his grip firm yet effortless as he whisked you away from the snack table. the world blurred for a fleeting second, and before you could even process what was happening, the party noise faded into the background.

when everything stilled, you found yourself tucked away in a dimly lit corner of a quieter room, your back pressed lightly against the wall. the air was noticeably calmer here, the distant sounds of music and chatter barely reaching past the doorway. and standing right in front of you—hands braced against the wall on either side, effectively caging you in—was sonic, his smirk from earlier growing even brighter.

"miss me?" he teased, his voice lower now, laced with amusement.

your breath hitched for just a moment before you narrowed your eyes at him "maybe. what´s this for?"

another glint of mischief shone in his eyes. "you were looking for something sweet, weren’t you?"

you opened your mouth, ready to fire back some kind of witty retort, but before you could, sonic leaned in, close enough that his breath brushed against your lips. your body stiffened slightly, caught completely off guard, but before you could even think, he was already pressing his lips against yours.

his kiss was soft, barely more than a gentle brush against your lips, but there was something in the way he lingered—like he wasn’t quite ready to pull away. his breath warmed your skin, the space between you charged with an unspoken desire. his fingers ghosted over your cheek, hesitant yet wanting, as if debating whether to pull you in or savor the anticipation… but the moment couldn’t last. the distant sounds of the party reminded you both that slipping away for too long would only draw attention. with a gentle press against his chest, you urged him back, feeling the reluctance in the way his lips hesitated before finally breaking away. his breath was still warm against you, his gaze laced with something unspoken, something unfinished.

"sonic, we’re supposed to be with the others—," you tried to sound indignant, tried to muster up some kind of protest, but your voice wavered, betraying you completely.

"you say that," he murmured, head tilting slightly as his eyes stayed locked on yours, filled with quiet longing, "but you’re not exactly stopping me, are you?"

his voice sent a shiver down your spine, stealing the breath from your lips. before you could gather yourself, he moved again—this time pressing slow, messy kisses along your jaw, trailing lower with deliberate care. his lips ghosted over your collarbone, each lingering touch leaving a pattern only he could trace. he had always loved moments like this, stealing you away for a few minutes, making your face heat up in ways only he could. it drove him crazy seeing you flustered like this, stumbling over your words, torn between scolding him and melting into his touch.

sonic lingered close, his breath warm as he inhaled your scent, his lips dangerously near your skin. the space between you had all but vanished; every inch of him pressed into you, his touch sinking through the fabric of your clothes. his hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him in one effortless motion. a quiet gasp escaped your lips, and you swore you could feel the smirk against your neck.

"if you needed something sweet this bad," he teased, "you could’ve just asked, you know."

he moved slowly, each touch deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world to savor this moment, like nothing else mattered but you. with your body pressed against his, his nose catching that sweet, familiar scent of yours, and his hands exploring you like he was discovering you for the first time, it was impossible for him to hold back.

"you’re stupid," you murmured with a knowing smile, clearly enjoying his touch—but in the back of your mind, you knew this wasn’t the right time. not now, at least.

he let out a quiet chuckle at your comment, his breath warm against your skin. lifting his head, he met your gaze, his eyes dark with something desperate. his stare lingered, filled with silent longing, before, in one swift motion, his lips crashed into yours again.

the kiss began slow, deliberate, as if he were savoring you—tasting every second, drawing out the moment with excruciating precision, but patience had never been his strong suit. the restraint in his movements wavered, slipping away with each passing beat until need overtook hesitation.

his hand slid up your back, pulling you impossibly closer, his warmth seeping into you, overwhelming and all-consuming. a soft gasp escaped against his lips, but sonic wasn’t letting you go, not yet. this wasn’t just a fleeting moment, this was something he had wanted and craved all night. his lips, once again, left yours, trailing downward to place more kisses on your jaw and the sensitive skin of your neck.

his breath was unsteady now, his voice lower, raspier. "can’t believe you were just standing there, all disappointed over cake," he murmured, "made me wanna fix that real quick."

a shaky breath left you, your fingers clutching at his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. your mind spun, drowning in the heat of him, in the way he held you so effortlessly, like letting go wasn’t an option. but—

"sonic," you managed, pressing lightly against his him, just enough to put space between you. "we— we should get back."

he let out a disappointed groan, the sound laced with playful frustration, like you were ruining all the fun for him. his grip on you tightened as he pulled you just a little closer, as if that alone could convince you to stay a little longer.

"c’mon," he muttered, lips still red and slightly swollen from your kisses, "a few more minutes won’t hurt."

"they’ll notice we’re gone," you reasoned, and for a moment, he hesitated, as if fighting the urge to say screw it, to steal a little more time. but then, with a sharp exhale, he let you go. even as his hands slid away, his fingers lingered at your wrist, his touch whispering promises of unfinished business.

you let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, your heart still hammering in your chest as sonic finally stepped back fully. even with the space between you, the air was thick with everything left unsaid, everything still buzzing beneath your skin.

with a final smirk, he jerked his head toward the door. "guess we should get back before they send a search party, huh?"

you rolled your eyes, smoothing down your clothes in an attempt to gather yourself. "yeah. probably a good idea." but as you turned to leave, his voice stopped you one last time.

"don’t think this is over," he murmured, eyes glinting as he leaned in just enough for you to feel the warmth of him again. "you still owe me a proper thank-you for fixing that little craving of yours."