Do you think Silver was one of those kids who would bite other kids if left alone for five seconds? Because I do. I mean, he was raised by Lilia, and I'm sure that at some point he taught him that in a life-or-death situation, anything goes as long as you get out alive.
Whether Silver actually applied that lesson is another story.
I can totally picture him around eight or nine years old, arguing about some nonsense with Sebek, when he suddenly stops talking and decides to bite the green-haired kid on the arm. Lilia doesn't know whether to be proud or stressed because his youngest son just used the grandson of his old war buddy as a biting tool.
I imagine the scene going something like this:
"Silver, you can't just bite people for no reason!"
“But you said I should…”
“Yes, but only in EXTREME situations.”
“…Sebek is extremely annoying.”
No one knows whether to laugh or cry because he said that with a completely serious face. Sebek cries for a while after that, but the next day the kids go back to talking and playing as if nothing had happened, so everyone involved lets it go and forgets about it.
…Until he enters NRC, the overblot disaster happens, and amidst conversations and laughter, they discover that he still bites his classmates. To be more specific, he bites Malleus every time they have a stupid sibling argument.
Malleus doesn't mind because he always bites back.
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¿Ustedes creen que Silver era uno de esos niños que mordían a otros niños cuando lo dejaban solo por 5 segundos? Porque yo si, digo fue criado por Lilia, y estoy segura de que en algún momento le enseñó que en una situación de vida o muerte todo es aceptable con tal de salir vivo de dicha situación.
Ahora que Silver lo haya aplicado correctamente es otra historia.
Puedo imaginarmelo totalmente teniendo unos 8 o 9 años y estar discutiendo sobre alguna tontería con Sebek cuando simplemente deja de hablar y decide pegarle un mordisco en el brazo al niño de pelo verde. Lilia no sabe si estar orgulloso o estresado porque su hijo más chico acaba de usar como un mordedor al nieto de su antiguo compañero de guerra.
Me imagino la escena algo así.
“¡Silver, no puedes morder a la gente nomas porque si!”
“Pero tu dijiste que lo hiciera…”
“Si, pero en situaciones EXTREMAS”
“...Sebek es extremadamente latoso”
Nadie sabe si reír o llorar porque dijo eso con una cara de completa seriedad. Sebek llora un rato después de eso, pero al día siguiente los niños vuelven a hablar y jugar como si nada hubiera pasado así que todos los involucrados lo dejan pasar y lo olvidan.
… Hasta que entra en NRC, pasa el desastre de los overblots y entre platicas y risas descubren que aún muerde a sus compañeros, para ser más específicos muerde a Malleus cada vez que tienen una discusión estúpida de hermanos.
A este no le importa porque él siempre regresa el mordisco.
ohmydays ive been itching to pop these fics out for a while..im learning consistency!!
MALLEUS
At first, he thought you were just one of those eccentric faces he would never have the chance to properly meet, but alas, you proved him wrong. The way your theatrics light up the room, the way your voice changes in pitch and its just right, down to the way you move your arms about.
He's invested.
He humors the dramatics with a calm smile and crinkled eyes. "mal, can you believe this?! my brilliance..oh great sevens..!". Maybe he spoils you too much in this aspect (not as much as lilia)
He appreciates the big contrast between you and other people, since not many people are willing to be affiliated with him willingly. However, in the moments where you are vulnerable, he will cradle you.
Not often is he accustomed to speaking with other people, so instead of asking questions as to what is bothering you, he just sits and listens. Opting for quiet companionship over words.
He's the type of hypeman that will watch you perform some dramatic script in the rain, holding the umbrella over both your heads and he smiles at you performing away.
It's a nice change from the quiet, he thinks.
LILIA
If Malleus is your hypeman, then Lilia is your partner in crime. He fuels your ego and spurs on the madness. There has not been one moment he has not supported any of your ideas, so you two completely bounce off one another.
He's one of the few people who can actually match your energy and join you on your stage rather than merely supporting from the sidelines.
He respects the fact that you wont always be yourself, and in those times where your ego fails you, he wont.
There was this moment where you were having a moment of crippling depression, and he just randomly started playing opera music as you acted out your woes.
Whenever you mess up, he ends up providing confident and supporting words, although they may have a teasing undertone, it helps.
SEBEK
The yelling matches never cease. If Diasmonia has known peace, it will never know what peace is ever again. He actually despises you to some extent
It's disgusting (in a good way) how much Sebek claims that he hates your guts and then the second your back is turned? He's boasting about your glory and whatnot.
Sebek is worse than Malleus when it comes to emotions, because he absolutely sucks. He would say something and then only realize afterwards that he was too mean and then apologize.
He's so awkward (Dork #3) when it isnt you boasting about how amazing you are, but he does enjoy your plays. He respects the passion you have for acting and it drives him to become better as well!
Learning something from Sebek is hard when hes too busy yelling at you all the time, but he likes to sit you down at times (lilia told him too, this wasnt of his own violation, though he isnt completely against it) and teach you that you dont always need validation
You two balance each other out to some extent. He gets embarrassed and starts another screaming match when you tease him though. All in good fun, of course.
SILVER
Silver is concerned about you. The way you would flop right next to him on the couch and spout something dramatic, and he would wake up halfway and go "did something happen again..?"
Silver, like Malleus, is a listener. Silver does nothing but stare at you whenever you exaggerate your day.
What he does seem to show interest in is the stories that you recall from your world so he can sleep. He likes the stories that you describe about Fontaine, it makes him smile lightly whenever he sees the big grin on your face right before he falls back asleep.
Does he know that you and Lilia use him as a damsel in distress for a mini play when hes asleep? No. Does he also know you both force Malleus to watch and Sebek to be his shining armor? Not a clue
── .✦ Prompt› how would sonic, shadow, silver react being sick and how would they react if you were sick?
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Hii! 💕 Sorry my writing’s been a bit slow lately, I’ve actually been sick. I figured I’d turn that into inspiration and write this instead. It was really fun coming up with these ideas!
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𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪
💙He hates being sick. Loathes it. Being forced to slow down makes him grumpy and dramatic.
💙Tries to insist it’s “just a scratch in his throat” while clearly bundled in three blankets, sniffling.
💙His voice gets a little rough and lower. He denies it sounds different, but you definitely notice.
💙Pretends he doesn’t need help, but the second you sit beside him, he leans into you without thinking.
💙He’s restless, even sick, he taps his foot, fidgets, tries to get up before you gently push him back down.
💙You bring him soup or tea and he jokes,
“Wow… five-star service. Guess I’ll get sick more often.”
💙Secretly loves that you’re hovering. Won’t admit it, but he softens a lot.
💙Falls asleep faster than usual when you’re there; hand loosely gripping your sleeve or wrist.
💙When he wakes up and you’re still there, he gives you a sleepy, crooked smile and murmurs,
“Told ya… best medicine.”
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤
💙Sonic takes it waaaay more seriously than he lets on.
💙The second he realizes you’re not feeling well, his playful energy drops into something quieter, focused.
💙Runs around grabbing everything you might need: blankets, water, snacks, meds; too fast for you to stop him.
💙Checks your temperature way too often.
“Okay but you sure you’re not warmer than five minutes ago?”
💙Stays close. Like, always close. Couch? He’s there. Bed? He’s perched at the edge.
💙Uses quality time without even realizing it. Puts on movies, talks softly, keeps you distracted.
💙Brings you little gifts: your favorite drink, snacks you like, something silly to make you smile.
💙Presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before whispering,
“Just rest. I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”
💙Stays up longer than he should just to make sure you’re okay, because if you’re sick, the world can wait.
𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖
🖤Shadow never gets sick himself but you being sick unsettles him more than he ever admits.
🖤He notices immediately. A pause that’s too long. Your breathing slightly off. You moving slower than usual.
🖤The concern hits deeper than logic. Illness isn’t just “being unwell” to him it’s a reminder.
🖤He becomes quieter, more vigilant. Like he’s bracing for something he refuses to name.
🖤Brings you everything you need without asking: water, medicine, blankets, food you might tolerate.
🖤Stands closer than usual. Watches you like he’s afraid to look away.
🖤If you say it’s “not that bad,” his jaw tightens.
“That’s what she said too.”
He doesn’t elaborate but you feel the weight behind it.
🖤Checks your temperature more than necessary. Not because he doubts the numbers because he needs to see them.
🖤Doesn’t leave your side while you sleep. Sits nearby, arms crossed, eyes sharp even when exhausted.
🖤If you shiver, he reacts instantly another blanket or adjusts the room temperature.
🖤Lets you lean into him when you’re weak, even though physical closeness doesn’t come easily to him.
🖤His touch is careful, controlled like he’s afraid one wrong move could make things worse.
🖤He doesn’t sleep much until you start improving.
🖤The moment your fever breaks, his shoulders finally relax just a fraction.
🖤Later, when you’re better, he admits quietly:
“I don’t fear illness. I fear losing people I care about.”
𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑
🤍Silver is not used to being taken care of. He insists he’s fine even while clearly exhausted, voice quieter, movements sluggish.
🤍His psychokinesis flickers when he’s sick; objects wobble instead of floating smoothly.
🤍He apologizes constantly.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to worry you.”
🤍Tries to keep helping anyway. Still offering to clean or cook until you gently stop him.
🤍Lets you scold him, but looks genuinely guilty about it.
🤍His body runs warmer than usual; he’s always surprised by how comforting your cool touch feels.
🤍He falls asleep easily when you sit nearby, like your presence anchors him.
🤍Murmurs your name in his sleep, brow furrowed like he’s fighting something even in dreams.
🤍When he finally starts feeling better, he thanks you like you saved his life because to him, it feels that way.
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤
🤍Silver takes it very seriously but in a softer, more anxious way than Shadow.
🤍He’s visibly worried, hovering but trying not to overwhelm you.
🤍Uses his powers to bring you things so you don’t have to move: water, blankets, medicine floating gently toward you.
🤍Gets flustered if you praise him for taking care of you.
🤍Constantly checks if you’re comfortable.
“Is this okay? Are you too warm? Too cold?”
🤍If you’re feverish or half-asleep, he stays right beside you, holding your hand.
🤍Talks to you softly while you rest: about small, hopeful things, like gardens, better futures, peaceful days.
🤍Blames himself a little, even if it makes no sense.
“I should’ve noticed sooner…”
🤍If you reassure him, he clings to your words like they’re oxygen.
🤍He refuses to leave your side, even when he’s exhausted.
🤍When you finally recover, he’s openly emotional relieved, smiling, maybe even teary.
— summary; silver uses his unique magic to soothe you after you have a nightmare.
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❋ What with all the house wardens over blotting one after another, and your growing anxiety to return home, it’s no wonder that you’ve been plagued with nightmares lately, ones that have you jolting awake in the middle of the night, heart racing, gripped with a lingering sense of dread.
❋ It’s the kind of exhaustion that even your friends notice, and Grim’s especially on edge because he misses the way you’d smile when you woke up and found him curled up next to you.
❋ Like many of your concerned friends, Silver’s seen the dark half-moons ringing your eyes, how your smiles are few and far in between these days. He wishes he could help somehow — and as he drifts off to sleep that night himself, his unique magic starts to work.
❋ When his eyes flicker open once more, he finds himself in your dream, surrounded by shadows and an eerie stillness. He's trapped inside one of your nightmares. Silver feels a pang of protectiveness and moves closer, his heart stirring as he sees you curled up, tense even in your sleep.
❋ He gently takes your hand, his presence calm and grounding in the storm of your nightmare. Quietly, he begins to hum a lullaby. It’s a melody he remembers Lilia singing to him when he was younger. His voice is soft, but steady, wrapping around you like a protective charm.
A warm cradle
Starlight and joy
My eyes are watching over you still, let’s be together
With no fear, even if we wake from this dream
Sleep, sleep, my beloved child
In dreams, I pray you would be guided to walk toward the light
❋ His soothing lullaby fills your dreams, a serene contrast to the chaos of your nightmares. It brings you a sense of peace, and slowly, the nightmares fade away, replaced by a gentle warmth. You find yourself relaxing, the bitter tension in your body draining away.
❋ Though you don’t remember much of the dream when you wake up, there’s a strange peace in your heart and a vague feeling of warmth. It’s like someone was there to chase away the darkness, someone with a voice as soft as moonlight.
❋ Over the next few days, the lullaby sticks with you, and you catch yourself humming it absentmindedly as you move through the college hallways. But whenever you try to place it, it slips through your fingers like water, a memory from a far-off dream.
❋ (Okay, so you might have butchered it just a bit.)
❋ Regardless, Malleus and Lilia overhear your singing and it makes them freeze.
❋ Lilia’s eyes are practically glowing. He knows that song; he used to sing to both Silver and Malleus when they were younger.
❋ Floating over (and scaring you witless in the process), Lilia gives you a knowing smile and asks playfully, “Now, where did you hear that song, dear? It’s an old favourite of mine.”
❋ You tilt your head thoughtfully, your brow furrowing as you try to recall. “I think . . . It was in a dream?” The words feel strangely fitting, almost poetic. “Once upon a dream . . .”
❋ Lilia chuckles softly, sharing a knowing grin with Malleus. He can already guess the truth – it wasn’t Malleus who sang that song, and it definitely wasn’t him. It could only be Silver.
❋ Lilia decides to keep his son’s secret for now. He’s sure that you’ll find out for yourself one day, but for now, he’s just enjoying seeing this young love play out.
Sonic the hedgehog & Silver the Hedgehog’s relationships together ; as friends and partners
Core dynamic
Contrast: Sonic’s breezy confidence, impulsive courage, and love of freedom contrast with Silver’s earnest idealism, seriousness, and methodical use of telekinesis.
Complement: Sonic brings instinctive speed, improvisation, and morale; Silver brings foresight, control, and a stabilizing presence.
Respect: Sonic admires Silver’s conviction and heart; Silver admires Sonic’s courage and ability to act when plans fail.
As friends
Mentor-lite: Sonic is a casual mentor—teaching Silver to loosen up, trust instincts, and enjoy the moment; Silver offers Sonic perspective on consequences and the bigger picture.
Playful teasing: Sonic’s jokes and dares meet Silver’s deadpan corrections; the banter keeps tension low and trust high.
Emotional support: Silver listens when Sonic’s confidence cracks; Sonic breaks Silver out of brooding with reckless, grounding energy.
Shared history: Rescues, time-travel complications, and narrow escapes create shorthand, inside jokes, and an easy, reliable camaraderie.
As partners (teamwork and optional romance)
Tactical roles: Sonic is the point man—scouting, drawing attention, and exploiting openings; Silver manipulates the environment, shields allies, and controls enemy movement.
Decision rhythm: Sonic makes split-second calls; Silver stabilizes outcomes and provides controlled follow-through.
Slow-burn chemistry (optional): Mutual protectiveness, small sacrifices, and quiet moments of vulnerability build intimacy without forcing labels.
Boundaries and trust: They argue, forgive, and act to protect one another; both respect the other’s methods even when they disagree.
Conflict and growth
Sources of conflict: Sonic’s tendency to rush in vs Silver’s need for careful planning; Sonic’s flippancy can feel dismissive to Silver’s moral weight.
Growth arcs: Sonic learns to pause and consider consequences; Silver learns to trust gut instinct and accept imperfect outcomes.
Resolution style: Honest, action-backed reconciliation—apologies are short; reparative actions (saving each other, covering a risk) matter more.
Scene ideas and beats
Training spar: A speed trial where Sonic’s raw pace meets Silver’s telekinetic obstacles; a sudden hazard forces them to combine speed and control to survive.
Time-fracture rescue: Silver detects a temporal anomaly; Sonic dives into the chaos to pull civilians out while Silver stabilizes the timeline.
Quiet rooftop night: Sonic hums as he watches the stars; Silver asks about Sonic’s fears—Sonic answers with a grin and a rare, honest admission.
Mission split: Separated by a dimensional rift, Sonic improvises a path back while Silver manipulates debris to create a corridor; reunion is breathless and wordless.
Aftercare: Sonic returns battered; Silver refuses to leave his side, tending wounds with telekinesis and quiet insistence that Sonic rest.
Short dialogue snippets
Banter
Sonic: “Try to keep up, time cop.”
Silver: “I don’t keep up. I make sure you don’t run into trouble.”
Tension
Silver: “You can’t just barrel through everything.”
Sonic: “And you can’t stand still while the world needs moving.”
Quiet
Sonic: “Ever think about slowing down?”
Silver: “Only when I’m trying to figure out how to keep you from getting hurt.”
They stand at dawn after a long mission—Sonic wind-tousled, Silver steady and tired. No labels are needed; a shared look, a hand on a shoulder, and the unspoken promise to keep running and protecting together say everything.
Chase performs mini concerts for the keys. Silver is ALWAYS supportive. (But Deacon can hear Chase through the walls [he's so loud] and *he's* not very supportive of Chase- when he's trying to read, at least.)
