LMAO sorry we didn't request anything for knuckles and the others I'm a little ashamed to say I just straight up forgot about them…😅 So here's a little thought I came up with for you!
Knuckles (or literally anyone from STH) with a reader that got a nice voice and always sings whenever he's stressed to calm him down!❤
I've Got Songs to Sing
It's an unspoken agreement.
Knuckles finds you when you're alone. He drags you to the ground, head buried in your lap, face hidden in your stomach. Your hand strokes down wayward quills, and softly, you sing to him.
"Stars shining bright above you." You croon, feeling the way the muscles in his shoulders start to give. "Night breezes seem to whisper, 'I love you.' Birds singing in the sycamore trees. . ."
Knuckles shudders, feeling you draw him closer, voice a breathy whisper in his ears.
"Dream a little dream of me. . ."
It's not always lullabies and soothing melodies. Sometimes you see him glare at inane things and grab his hands, swinging him around into a silly dance as your voice bounces along.
"Dear fellow traveler," you carol, trying to coax his feet into stepping in time with yours, but it's a dance he's yet to master with you, "under the moon. I think I'm growing weary," your shoulder slams into his, startling a laugh from him as you both take a tumble, "and I'm hoping you come soon!"
And sometimes, on nights where stress was instead good, he seeks you out and pulls you close enough to feel the way your throat vibrates with your humming. He swings you side to side, your feet useless as laughter breaks your lyrics.
"It's not that complicated," you giggle, legs kicking with glee to be dipped down, "no matter what they say, I'll never meet another you!"
The two of you spin around as Knuckles shows off his strength, gently tossing you into the air so you'll squeal.
"It's not that difficult to get my head around," your head comes to rest atop his own, and everything feels right, "I'll never meet another you!"
