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brainworms-all-night-long · 10 months

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So I've been randomly thinking like haha Sonic would be such a Mondstadt character, he's already an orphan with a knack of adventure freedom based mindset and zero self preservation he'd fit right in but a feew strings of thoughts later and it hit me that Mondstadt parents kinda suck????

A city of freedom with its entire economy reliant on selling alcohol is suprisingly a perfect recipe for creating mentaly ill children that probaly say "I don't have it that bad" to themselves on daily basis.

This post is kinda long but I just needed to put all this word salad somewhere, it has been stewing in my brain ever since Mika came out and it was finally put to words.

Like we have probably the most agredious example in Diona who is a child bartender that hates alcohol sounds contradictory right? Exept she hates alcohol because her dad spends more time at the tavern than with her, and she's a bartender because she wants to make the most revoting concoctions imaginble so people will stop drinking alcohol, while also wanting to destroy the wine industry. All of which sounds silly and over the top, but in her lonely child brain it just makes sense to get rid of the thing her dad chooses over her on the daily, right? All the while she is suffering from succes and subsequently exploited by every adult around her, because of her very neat power which turns every drink she makes into the most fantastic of beverages, no matter the disgusting ingredients used in the proces, and therfore makes the bar she works at a popular destination for drunkards. She just wants to have a dad that cares more for her than the bottle.

Next is Mika, a cryo vision bearer who's character story's first lines read "Mika comes from a loving family" which sounds sweet but suprising for a cryo character, kinda? Exept reading down you realize they might love their child but they, don't really do the whole.. parenting part. They're advetureres that are rarely home and Mika's older brother is usually too drunk to care and has to be covered up for way too often for slacking off on his job as a knight, which forced the poor boy to basically raise himself and steadily develop every anxiety and self esteem disorder and issue there is, because throughout his childhood until now he could never rely on anyone else, be it physicaly or emotionally.

Speaking of adventurer parents that are rarely ever home, Fischl spent most of her days engrossed in library books to distract her from reality of her parents also more ofthen than not fucking off on adventurers without her. In her years she was getting lost yet all too aware in a coping mechanism of play pretend of being an all powerful princess from another world that was exiled and nearly was drained of all her power, while running away from the fact that more emotional attention was given to her by a supernatural raven made of electricity she gained after having a breakdown in a library over her messy identity than her father that shattered her entire sense of self one day. Also more of an angst headcannon but it's possible she joined the adventurer's guild to get closer to her parents while also show them her powers as Fischl just make her one of a kind and most efficient in the field of investigation. But just a thought.

And questionable adventurer parents don't end there because god I have so much to say about Razor but can't atcually articulate it cause theres so little known about them so much is just left for guessing?? The kid was raised by a wolf pack lead by an undead spirit of a demigod composed of ice and wind taking on the form of a seven meter tall wolf. And his human parents, we don't know if alive or dead (they're 100% dead), named him. Razor. Like what the fuck, who names their child like that, put that bottle down and rethink that name. I get it has been nine months since last you had some but by god, Adventurer or not, as a nickname it's ok but girl, he's not a sonic character. Don't name your newborn child as if he was a sonic character. Also that whole being raised by wolves thing, how did that happen???? How and why did he end up in a forest not too long after he had been born, why did no one besides Varka knew about him really and, I mean the kid is now a part of the pack so you can't just take him but why the FUCK WAS HE LEFT WITH THE WOLVES. My working theory is just that his parents were fascinated by wolves and researched them from a safe distance until one day uh oh monsters struck, they got killed conveniently right at Andrius' doorstep who was like "damn you gonna drop your baby here like that- oh oh shit youre dead. Damn my bad what am I supoused to do with this thing tho, I can't leave it there to die too ah fuck-" and adopted the human child known as Razor because the husband was too drunk to stop his also drunk wife (ok I'm exaggerating this a bit but why is his real actual name Razor) and everyone just assumed both the parents and the child died than and there so no one bothered to look for Razor until Varka stumbled upon him that day. But that's literally just a theory/headcannon because Hoyo is allergic to giving us straight answers to character lore questions.

Bennett is a slightly special case because he was- actually one does not know if he was abandoned, his was family killed, or fell as first victim to his luck or if he just spawned in hell one day, but that doesn't really matter because he got cool adoptive adventurer dads that clearly cared for him deeply despite his curse and whatnot when he was a young kid. Exept now his dad's are really old, like have trouble taking care of themselves old. Which leaves Bennett, a former social outcast child(he has friens now that care him), to take care of –we don't actually know how many– old men, some with probably have severe past adventurer injuries. So yea on top of barely surviving the next day because the gods hate him, he also has to work for free as a caretaker of his own parents (but here I can't really blame them cause they're old and did their best while they could)

I don't know anything about Noelle or Sucrose's parent situation. I know there was some messy custody and breakup stuff happening with Jean and Barbara's parents that left an everlasting impact on their relationship as sisters and Albedo's mom caused the apocalypse, but he's not really a mondstader or a teen so he doesn't count

And yea theres Kaeya's and Diluc's dads respectively but Kaeya is not from Mond either and Crepus is dead but seemed to be a nice dad and this post is already way too long so please can we get more lore on these children and some theraphy would be nice too actually.

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ftwkcomic · 1 year

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The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog PG 46

The remaining Emerald guardians are here..... Does she see us? Hope you guys enjoy. c: Portfolio: https://ftwkcomicbooks.myportfolio.com

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badlydrawnmanic · 2 years

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i have 3 art styles and that’s it

crunchy ms paint doodles

whatever it is that i’ve developed over years of absorbing both official and fan made sonic art like a sponge

mimicking [official thing] as closely as i can for no particular reason

#Sonic the hedgehog #Sonic #sth #Sonic underground #manic the hedgehog #Sonic oc #razor the hedgehog #Amy rose #not an ask #ooc #manic's personal projects

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c4n1d43cup1d · 3 months

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Some hogcanons. notes (me rambling) under the cut

So silver was the reason i wanted to make this in the first place despite him looking the most on model (not entirely obviously, but i don't have many hcs for him). Mostly i wanted to draw his height compared to the other hedgehogs since him being freakishly tall despite being younger than sonic and shadow is funny. I saw someone say hes probably the most conventionally attractive hedgehog and i think that's true, hes a pretty boy and his fur/quills are really sleek and well maintained. The fluff on his chest is less spikey and more fluffy looking plus i put some fluff in his ears as well. I think his paws and nails are black and he doesn't wear eyeliner his lashes are just really long and hes got black markings on his eyes. Coming back to this after writing Amy's desc but i think hes genderqueer in some way idk maybe bigender i need to study him under a microscope some more every character i touch becomes transgender

Sonic has a few more added details, i like giving him a little nick in his ear and top surgery scars because that hog is trans. I haven't really seen many people give him stylized top surgery scars surprisingly, i tried to make his look kind of lightning bolty because uh something about him being fast. idk man. i think i imagined its similar to what itd look like for him to run in a zigzag? whatever i think it looks cool. I think his claws are kind of uneven and he doesn't really care too much about how they look especially since he just has them under gloves most of the time

Amy is fat because i said so, also i gave her wavier quills and heart markings everywhere. Her ears might look a little strange since it like implies her skin is making that heart shape but i imagine thats her fur spiking into the point. Her nails are painted the same red that shadows markings and stuff are mostly because i think them being besties is cute like. i see shadamy as a queer platonic relationship. Theyve always been my favorites im going to to make them as close as i want. Anyway, i think she and sonic are tied for having the shortest ears, and hers are the rounest (might make them even rounder the next time i draw her) also not entirely related to her design but i think shes transfem and genderfluid.

Shadow my son. im taking custody from black doom and gerald. anyway, i have the most headcanons for him because he is my absolute favorite guy ever he rots my brain. I think he and Amy are the same height, his rocket shoes are like platform/heels and so when he has them on he looks like Sonic's height or maybe a teeny tiny bit taller. I give his quills extra little spikes for no reason other than i think its cute, i could bullshit that its a black arms thing but idrc. What are black arms things though are his eyes and claws, his scelera is a more yellow compared to everyone elses (jaundiced as my friend put it. thanks endy) and i didn't draw it but his pupils are slits. Claws are long but are even longer when all the way out (retractable) his gloves are thick enough that he doesn't pierce them but he probably has a few spare pairs. Also not pictured but black arms related: his teeth are fucking razors, larger than the other hedgehogs and also serrated because i think thats cool. his tail is the longest out of all of them though i think it used to be longer but was lopped off in the name of science and never properly grew back. also his inhibitor rings are connected to a sort of device that does the task of being a proper gateway between his internal energy and the rings themselves, i didn't draw them but essentially its like a smaller ring that is embedded into his wrists i think. also hes trans but in a sort of alien way, i think the black arms can do the clownfish genderswap thing and shadow has it to a somewhat lesser degree its like an internal tshot i guess idfk

ok yeah thats all if u made it to the end thanks for reading the ramblings of a mad man

#silver the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #fanart #art #headcanons #sth #i need to think about silver some more #id say i need to think about shadow less but hell no that boy lives rent free #actually i just realized he has the second longest ramblings #i need to give amy more love #shes my second fave but its obvious how much i like shadow more #im sorry girl 💔

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yusume-the-writer · 2 months

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Valentine's Day

Decided to do this as a Valentine's Day special, hope you like it

An interesting fact that I discovered is that people who are called Valentina/Valentino/Valentim this day is like an Onomastic birthday (Birthday of someone who is named after the Saint of that day) So happy birthday Valentina/Valentino/Valentim!!!

Summary: How they react to receiving gifts from their s/o on Valentine's Day

Confused

They stand there with their eyebrows widened as they stare at the gift in their hands.

It is not a surprise for them to receive gifts at this time or even hundreds of their admirers

Sometimes it was a hassle to have so many chocolates or gifts

But receiving one of your own? It was something they hadn't imagined, but they liked the idea.

Suddenly he caresses your head and sends you a genuine smile

"Thank you" They say with that sparkle in their eyes that only you and one of the few to witness

They wouldn't mind getting a Valentine's Day gift if it was yours

Tom Knowles, Rayne Ames, Lance Crown, Wirth Mádl, Ryoh Grantz, Carpaccio Luo-Yang, Shuen Getsuku, Lance Crown

Stunned

They just stand there with wide eyes when they see you handing them a gift on Valentine's Day

Surprised and little they are stunned

They never got a Valentine's gift from anyone...unless someone stole them

But receiving a gift from you? They're a blushing mess

Without them realizing it, their face is redder than tomatoes, peppers or any other fruit/vegetable that is red.

"Everything is fine?!?" You say worried about them

"Y-yes!!! Everything is great" They manage to say trying to hide the excitement of getting something for Valentine's Day especially from their s/o

Your cuteness will someday be the death of them

Dot Barrett, Abyss Razor, Cello Morceau, Tron Morceau, Milo Genius, Cell War

Joyful

As soon as they realize that you are witnessing it on Valentine's Day, their surroundings light up

It doesn't matter if they've had a bad day or their expression is dull or they just don't show it, the air around them lights up and even seems to have flowers.

"Really for me!" They say doubtful

"Yes! Besides, today is the day to give a gift to your loved one" You say as you bring the gift to them

Suddenly they reach into your pocket and take out a gift and give it to you

"I thought the same thing" They say laughing a little at the coincidence

You can't help but laugh at the coincidence as they exchange gifts

It seems like you read each other's minds

Finn Ames, Lemon Irvine, Love Cute, Renatus Revol, Kaldo Gehenna, Lovie Rosequartz, Delisaster, Malcolm Curtis, Galuf Gargaron, Margarette Macaron, Max Land, Adam Jobs

Without expression

They just stand there while staring at their present, yet it was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

They don't say anything it seems like they didn't like it at all

"If you don't like-" You try to say but suddenly they go through something in your pocket and take out a gift

"...Looks like we had the same idea" They say trying to hide the amusement in their tone as they hand it to you

"Ah! And indeed heh~" You laugh as they exchange gifts

Fate likes to play tricks on you both

Abel Walker, Tsurara Halestone, Agito Tyrone, Orter Mádl, Sophina Biblia, Domina Blowelive, Charles Contini, Lévis Rosequartz, Kenny Clark, Innocent Zero(teenager), Doom, Famin, Epidem, Malta Barrett, Mash Burnedead, Meliadoul Amy(teenager), Wahlberg Baigan(teenager), Olore Andrew, Anser Shinri

#mashle #mashle magic and muscles #mashle x reader #mashle x you #mashle magic and muscle x gn reader #mashle x gn reader #gn reader

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 1 year

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Teeth

Part 8!

Werepanther! Billy Russo x Female Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: Robbery, knives, angst.

A/N: Look, *deep breath* I'm sorry.

I should just forget about him, you think to yourself on the walk home.

It was embarrasing, you hadn't seen him in days since he left you in that elevator, and the absence of him managed to make you feel even worse.

He hadn't been home either, you'd kept the curtains parted so that you could catch any movements in his windows. So far, nothing.

It had made you feel so upset and you couldn't even figure out why. Maybe you were getting too attached to him.

Exposing yourself so intimately, sabotaging your work relationship and there was nothing to be gained from it anyway. He just wasn't interested in you like that.

You were maybe a little glad too, at least you knew you weren't in any trouble for the little show you'd put on.

Or were you?

What if his stoicism towards you was because he was planning to fire you.

No, no, it made no sense, his phone call after he'd seen you had been too intimate. If there was going to be any consequences, it would have happened by now.

Right?

Ugh, you didn't know, and you just wanted to forget this had ever happened.

You sigh, tugging your phone out and absentmindedly trying to book an appointment with your therapist. Maybe she would help you feel better about your new work environment.

Your shoulder bumps harshly into someone, and you raise your head to apologise.

You've made a wrong turn somewhere, too taken in with your phone to notice that you've turned down an isolated alleyway.

"S-sorry." You murmur, backing away, only to bump into another figure.

Holy shit this was bad.

"Give me the bag." The first man says evenly, angling his head toward the pale pink handbag hanging off your elbow.

"Please, I don't want any trouble." You say, pocketing your phone quickly, carefully pressing the power button a couple of times to send a distress signal. You had it set so that Dani and Amy would receive alerts if you needed help.

The first man, pulls a knife out of his pocket, you watch warily as the blade springs out of the handle with a wicked glint. You can feel your phone begin to vibrate endlessly as your friends try to call to figure out if this was accidental or not.

Your heart is racing, but you find that your thinking is razor sharp, only a little bit of panic swimming through you.

If there had been only one man, running would have been a good option, but with the second man at your back, you have no choice but to surrender your bag.

Your work laptop was in there, and your wallet, you really hated to lose either one of those things.

The man takes it from you and then steps closer, his knife still pointed in your direction.

"Now the jewellery and the phone." He prompts.

Your hands shake, you needed to find a way to keep holding onto your phone.

You tug your watch off easily, and your earrings, they were just cheap pieces that were your favourite, but ultimately replaceable.

The panther necklace, was not, and you would not give it up without a fight, however stupid that would be.

You extend your watch and earrings to the man, letting them slip from your hand at the very second and watching it fall.

It's that moment, with one man distracted, you turn to run.

The other man is fast, he reaches for you, pushes you into the nearby wall.

You're stunned for a moment, and you feel the scrape of his nails as he tears your necklace off your neck, and when he gets in close to grab your phone, you bring your knee up to kick him straight between the legs. He bends over in pain, and you take the opportunity to slip away, running as fast as you can out of the lonely alley. You don't stop until you're out in a public place.

You reach for your phone, pulling it out, several missed calls from both Dani and Amy flood your phone.

You update them quickly, and they direct you to the nearest police precinct.

As you head there, you dial Anvil's IT department, explaining the situation so that they can restrict access from your account to the server.

You're sitting in the precinct when Amy makes it to you. She takes you into a hug, pulling back to study your form.

Her eyes catch the two deep scratches on your neck, short red lines where the man's nails had clawed into you while ripping your necklace from your neck.

She hugs you again tighter than before, surprising you with her strength.

"I'm okay." You mumble against her shoulder.

Honestly, you couldn't feel a thing, your emotions had been shocked numb from the minute you'd seen the knife.

What rotten luck, to have experienced what you have, essentially hitting some type of morbid trifecta, a murderer, a stalker and now a thief.

You find yourself laughing into Amy's shoulder, and you can't stop.

She pulls back in shock, looking up at you.

You laugh harder when you see the concerned expression on her face.

"There's too many plot points," You try to explain to her, though you're not sure you're making any sense, "If my life was a book this would be a shitty amount of coincidence."

There's a quiet silence as she takes in your words, observing your laughter, and notes the way your eyes fill with tears.

"Oh love," She murmurs after a moment. "Multiple bad things happen to people all the time."

Your laughter turns sour, something awful fills your throat, your lip trembles for a small moment as you fight the emotion, and then like a dam breaking, it spills from you in little sobs.

"This is too much," You gasp, feeling her arms squeeze you tighter as you cry, "Why do these things keep happening to me?"

You cry harder against her, she soothes you with her embrace.

"They took my necklace." You say sadly against her.

She makes a sympathetic sound. She knew how much it means to you.

"We'll get it back, love, didn't you have a tag in your bag just for this reason?"

"Yeah," you sniffle, "there's one in my wallet, I gave the cops access to find it, and Anvil also has something on the laptop."

"See? Don't lose hope yet."

You sigh, there was a location on your wallet and laptop, but there was no guarantee that the necklace would even be in the same place. You felt so disconnected now, so unsafe. There was no panther coming to protect you here.

"Why don't we go home? If the police find anything, they can call you. Waiting here is too tedious." Amy suggests, and you nod in agreement, sniffling a little and pulling away. She tugs a tissue from her little bag and you accept it gratefully.

You don't live too far from the precinct, and a ten minute drive in a taxi and you're there.

Amy doesn't leave you, and Dani arrives when you're in the shower.

You sit with them, enjoying tea in your living room, and after a long talk about your ordeal, and the endless reassurances from them that you're safe now, they decide to distract you with Studio Ghibli movies.

It sort of works, though your most recent ordeal reminds you of your past ones.

Somehow, you think that your past experience with the murderer, made this one more manageable, it's probably why you had a clear head from the moment the man pulled out the knife. However bad this was, it was nothing compared to being hunted in the woods at night.

A knock at your front door startles you, and you jump at the booming sound.

Dani reaches to pause the movie, and for a moment you're too stunned to move.

"Who is it?" You call, pulling the sheets away from your body and rising to a stand.

"It's Billy." He answers, voice muffled through the wood.

You suck in a breath, trying to ignore the shocked expressions on Amy and Dani's face, making your way to the door and taking a small breath before opening it up.

You don't get much of a word in before you're being pulled right into his arms.

You stand there, shocked beyond reason as his arms encircle you. Your body responds eagerly to his embrace, relaxing against him so easily that it would scare you if you could be anything other than shocked.

Your arms lift, wrapping around him to return his hold, wondering how on earth you ended up in this position.

It feels so right to hold him, to pull him even closer and feel him respond by tightening his embrace, until it feels like a hug between old friends.

His scent wraps around you, and you rise onto your toes, eager to catch more of the jasmine and oak that his body smells of.

How on earth does he make you feel so safe? So protected in a way you haven't felt in such a long time.

"Are you hurt?" He asks after a moment, large hand cupping the back of your neck as you pull away.

"I'm okay." You say simply, watching the way his eyes roam down your face and stop at the scratches on your neck.

He lets out a slow breath, fingers trailing over your neck, his thumb brushing the deep welts.

You gasp when his thumb swipes a little too close, a frown forming on his face.

"I lost my company laptop-"

"-That's alright," he soothes, "It's not the first time, and my consultant helped me put some vigorous security protocols into place."

You find yourself grinning at him, and he smiles back.

"If you need anything, anything at all, please call me."

You take a moment, looking into his eyes, trying to figure out how he could be so cold one moment and so surprisingly warm the next.

"Okay."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

He lets out a shaky breath, before you know it, he's placing a careful kiss to the top of your head and your heart is doing rapid palpitations at the sensation.

You say goodbye to him as you close the door, waiting a moment before snapping the lock shut.

You turn in shock, leaning against the door, eyes wide and breathing rapid.

"Ohmygod." You rush out, turning to look at Dani and Amy in a 'can you believe that just happened?' type of way.

"I thought you said he doesn't like you." Dani says with a tone of confusion in her voice.

"He doesn't." You answer, not fully sounding quite so sure.

Amy huffs.

"I don't know about you, but that man quite clearly and obviously wants you bad." She states.

Oh how you wish it were true.

You're barely able to sleep all night, despite the fact that you know both your friends are asleep in other rooms or your apartment. You're less lonely than usual, and arguably a little more safe, and yet still, you can't relax your body for long enough to sleep.

The only thing that really calms you, is the reminder of what it was like to be in his arms.

You roll onto your side, pulling a pillow as close to you as possble, wrapping your arms around it and imagining that it's him.

Your brain refuses to accept the placebo, too focused on what's missing, his scent, his hearbeat, the warmth of his body- you flop around angrily, deciding to watch videos on your phone instead of sleeping.

You don't notice it's morning until you spot the sunlight spilling through the gaps in your curtains.

You let out a long sigh, sitting up and moving to your living room.

Both women are already awake too. Amy takes one look at you and sighs.

"Not a wink, huh?"

"You know me so well." You reply with a teasing smile.

They both have to get to work, and you reassure them that you're actually not doing so bad, you'd been able to get a few days off of work yourself.

"Call us if you need anything," Dani says, kissing the top of your head as she leaves, "Or call that hot boss of yours."

"He doesn't like me like that!" You call out to them as they leave, and you hear their laughter through the door, no doubt disagreeing with your words out of earshot.

You sigh, sipping on your coffee with indignation.

You spend the day lazing around, looking up the application processes for getting new identification and replacing all the additional cards you had in your wallet.

You'd already called the bank and put in a request to freeze your cards, still holding out hope that you might be able to get your wallet back instead of having to go get new cards for everything.

You frown, raising your hand to your neck, feeling for the necklace you lost, hating that you felt like something was missing all throughout the day.

When you get a call from the precinct in the afternoon, telling you that your bag had been recovered, you'd been so happy to hear it.

You'd gotten dressed, grabbed your keys and your phone with the intention of grabbing a taxi on the street, but suddenly found difficulty in actually leaving your apartment.

What was going on with you?

The idea that leaving your place meant you were at risk of being attacked again sent so much fear down your spine that you shut your door and curled up on your couch in distress.

You were scared.

Simply put, the very thought of being out in the open, so vulnerable, filled you with trepidation.

Someone could attack you again, maybe even finish the job this time. The photo of you leaving Amy's apartment comes to mind.

You didn't know if someone was still following you. What if they were? What if they were waiting for you right outside?

How many close calls could you have before you ran out of luck?

The memory of his voice comes back to you.

"Promise me." He'd said.

You take a deep breath and pull out your phone.

A/N: Don't hate me

#werepanther!billy russo #monster!billyrusso #monster!billy russo #billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #my writings #the punisher #billy russo smut

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sonicpilled · 6 months

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Pull You From Your Guilt (Zombic AU)

Chapter One

Content warnings: suicide, detailed death description , razor blade mention

word count = 2903

sonic+shadow angst (for most of it)

“Three months. It had been three months.

That wasn’t enough. Not at all. That wasn’t enough time to get over this. It had been just three months since he had died. Three months since Shadow found him curled up in the blood-stained bathtub.”

enjoy!! or hate!! Ya!

Three months. It had been three months.

Sonic had called him the night before. Shadow had been busy, checking out one of Dr. Robotnik’s many abandoned bases. They talked for a bit, Shadow had to go, and Sonic was left alone. Sitting against the bathtub, his gloves and socks on the floor beside him. Why couldn’t he stay on the line just a bit longer?

It was pouring that night, the air humid. The water was warm.. Westopolis’s weather is unpredictable, but it didn’t help that rain in the summer was unusual to begin with. The rain is supposed to be with the cold, and the heat needs to be with a bright sun. Things never work out how they’re supposed to. The shitty weather didn’t matter anyways, not to Shadow, atleast. He was there for a reason, and it wasn’t sightseeing.

Most of Robotnik’s unoccupied facilities consisted of old storage units, filled with unused badniks and tech that just collected dust. Prototypes, failures, whatever. It was all kind of useless. Yet, Shadow considered that looking through the place wouldn’t be a total waste of time. These types of.. scavenging days were just Shadow looking through boxes and shelves for anything that even looked a smidge useful. You never know what you might find. There’s always new information waiting to be uncovered, He thought to himself, as he walked through the dark halls.

He was cautious, like always. Carefully stepping through the corridors, being mindful of any potential triggers of alarms or robots. The quiet clank from his metal boots hitting the ground was the only thing that could be heard. As Shadow looked through drawers and cabinets, breaking locks, he felt himself growing bored. He hadn’t searched the entire facility yet, so he’d still have to be there for a while.

A quiet beeping from the communication device on his wrist snapped him out of his thinking. It was sonic. Shadow huffed a little in relief, knowing he wouldn’t be so bored much longer. Though he could be pretty distracting, he really did enjoy talking to Sonic. Though it wasn’t announced officially or anything, (except to Rouge) they did have something going on. He had been meaning to check up on him for a while, anyways. Shadow looked around the dusty storage unit, checking his surroundings before he answered the call.

Sonic sat there, up against the porcelain bathtub, the tapping of his claw on the bathroom floor a common stim of his. The water was on, filling up the tub with cold water. He preferred showers over baths, but there was something comforting about a bathtub sometimes. Large bodies of water did freak him out, there was no doubt about that. Yet, being submerged in a moderate, controlled amount of water made him feel safe.

He spent the gloomy day out, going for a run in the rain. That's what he always did when he wasn’t feeling well. Sonic had stopped by Tails’s workshop, just to check in. Of course, he was working on some new project. Sonic didn’t wanna bother him, seeing he was pretty focused. It was fine.

He passed by Amy’s, she was with Blaze. That’s okay.

Knuckles was already a no-go, he didn’t like being bothered on Angel Island. That’s alright.

The Chaotix was working on some case. That’s cool.

And of course, not even Robotnik was causing any trouble that day. That’s good.

“S’all good! I’ll stop by another time,” he’d say, because it was all good. It was fine that everyone Sonic knew was busy. The world didn’t revolve around him, now, did it? He decided he needed some time alone anyways. He went home, and stayed there. He did grow.. bored. And lonely. There was one person Sonic hadn’t looked for, because he knew he was doing something that didn’t need to involve him. He had hoped that maybe he was done now, and that he could have someone to talk to. So, he dialed Shadow’s number.

Sonic took his shoes off, then his socks, and then his gloves. He set them aside, staring at the bottom drawer on the bathroom cabinet as he waited for Shadow to pick up. He grew impatient after the phone not being immediately answered, reaching over and opening the drawer.

He should have locked that drawer, and thrown out the key. He had been clean for two weeks, he should have tried harder to keep it going. But oh.. he was so tired.. One iffy day shouldn’t have made him relapse. It was too late to dwell on, anyways. In the drawer was a first aid kit, and a ripped open package of gillette razor blades. Sonic grabbed one, and left the drawer open. Shadow picked up the phone.

“Hey.” Shadow's voice startled him, as he quickly set the harmful object on the ground, as if Shadow was there to even see it. He stared at his phone with a little tired smile.

“Hey, Shadz! I, uh.. Are you busy? Ya doing anything?” He spoke with a bit of urgency, just a bit excited for the chance to have a conversation with someone.

“I’m busy. Though.. I suppose it couldn’t hurt to chat for a bit. What's up?” Shadow whispered into his communicator, looking over where he was searching while he spoke with Sonic. There was a bit of a silence for a moment, Shadow growing only a little skeptical. “Sonic?”

“Yeah, yeah. I heard you. Sorry about my terrible timing! Look, if you’re too busy right now, I really don’t wanna be a total bother to you,” Sonic spoke quietly, the water running in the background. He tried to hide his disappointment, but Shadow saw right through it. He always did. For someone as impulsive and carefree as Sonic, he really did do that a lot. To back down from things like expressing how he felt, yet run right into explosions like it was nothing. Shadow sighed, leaning back against the wall as he stared at the ground. He took a second to process Sonic’s words and obvious hesitation, knowing that something was definitely wrong.

“..Are you.. Are you alright?” Shadow’s tone softened, only a hint of worry in his voice. He knew Sonic too well.

“Yeah! For sure, for sure. Don’t worry about me, dude. I’ll be fine,” he replied all too quickly. He was lying. Sonic knew it was wrong to lie about his feelings, he just hated to be worried about. He stared at the bathroom tiles, with a small wince at his own words.

“Alright.. I suppose I’ll take your word for it. I.. I trust you. I’ll call you tomorrow. I promise,” Shadow paused. He furrowed his brow at the communicator, thinking of how he could phrase the next thing he was going to say. “You have a lot of people you can talk to, you know that, Sonic?”

“Yeah, yeah.. I know,” Sonic mumbled. Shadow was right. He didn’t have to be hiding like this, it wasn’t good for his health.

“Please keep that in mind. Goodnight. I love you.” Shadow spoke softly, staring at the ground as he waited for a reply. He really did care about Sonic, and did what he could to show it to him.

“..I love you too.”

That was the last time they spoke.

The next time they were together was the next night. The rain died down, now it was just another warm summer night. It felt normal again. Shadow called and called, but Sonic never picked up the phone. Maybe his phones dead, he thought, trying not to think of the worst. He got worried, and used his spare key to his apartment. It was.. abnormally quiet. Usually, Sonic would be watching a movie, or attempting to cook, or napping. He was always doing something. But that night, it was quiet. Maybe he went out, he said to himself. He just wanted to convince himself that Sonic was okay.

He stopped walking after only a few steps into the apartment when he could smell it.

Shadow knew where he was now, as he crept down the hall. His nose was more sensitive than most mobians, which only worsened the fact that he knew exactly what he was going to see when he walked towards the bathroom, where the smell was strongest. He knew this scent well.

The stench of death.

His heartbeat quickened, as he grabbed the doorknob and twisted it. No, no, no, no.. Shadow pushed the door open with a long creak. The only light in the dark bathroom was from the outside. He stared, wide-eyed. He saw which drawer was opened, he knew what exactly was in there. He knew exactly what Sonic had done to himself. He winced, as he flicked the light switch on.

The shower curtain was covering most of the tub, but Shadow knew exactly what was behind it. He slowly stepped towards the bathtub, and pulled back the stained curtain.

He was curled up in the bathtub, the water cold and completely red. Blood was caked onto his arms and thighs, his fur not at all that bright cobalt blue anymore. Stained and ruined, by his own hands. Shadow didn’t even want to look, but he just couldn't help it. He stared for a long time.

So, he sat there, holding a blue hedgehog in his arms. Shadow had pulled him out of the tub, Sonic’s fur wet from the water and crusty from his own dried blood. The mix of blood and water dripping on the bathroom tiles and all over Shadow. The mess was the least of his worries, as he held his love in his arms. Shadow had known he had problems with things like this before, he knew he had been clean for a short amount of time, he knew he was impulsive with stuff like this, he knew it all. Yet, it had never occurred to him that Sonic would actually end it. He was happy, he was never alone. He had so many people to talk to, to vent to. He seemed so happy.

Shadow knew that suicide wasn’t always predictable. He supposed he just couldn’t see Sonic as the type to consider it. Then again, that's… not the best way to think of the situation. Over the next few weeks, he had created a wall around himself. He’s gone through loss before, he's held a dead loved one in his arms already. He could get over it. He could push through it. So, he did. He pushed through calling an ambulance. He pushed through giving out the news about his death. He pushed through the funeral. He pushed through the silent motorcycle ride home. He pushed through it all.

He wasn’t okay.

How could he be?

The third week after Sonic’s death, a week after his funeral, Shadow had spoken to nobody. What would he talk about? He knew that they were mourning, but so was he. Shadow didn’t need to talk about how he felt when they were feeling the same exact way. Atleast, that's how he thought about it. He kept to himself, like he usually did.

One particular morning, he had been staring at the ceiling. Shadow had woken up maybe an hour ago, yet hadn’t gotten up to get ready for the day. It wasn’t by choice. His phone rang on his nightstand, and he only glanced at it. He didn’t really care who it was, as he’d let it go to voicemail either way. It was Rouge. Her message played on his answering machine. For a moment, he thought of how Sonic would poke fun at the fact that he still kept such an outdated piece of technology in his home. Shadow would explain to him the importance of preservation, even if he was just going to keep making fun of him the next time he came over. He missed that.

“C’mon Shadow. You can't just hide in your apartment forever, hun. You have to come out of that shell you’ve trapped yourself in,” Rouge spoke, her tone knowing yet tired. Shadow rolled onto his side, staring at the machine with weary eyes. She sighed.

“..I know you’re hurt. I know you loved him. And I know you blame yourself. But.. you have to understand that you couldn’t have known. Please, talk to us. We love you. I love you.” Her voice was soft, and he could tell she was frowning as she spoke. Shadow lowered his gaze, closing his eyes as the message was over.

Rouge was right.

He was hurt.

He was hurt so badly, he couldn’t even lie to himself and say he wasn’t.

Every little thing reminded him of Sonic, reminded him of how he was gone. Motorcycle rides around the city that were once exciting, just because he was there with him. The way he’d laugh, sitting close behind Shadow with his arms wrapped around his waist for support, urging him to speed up even if they were already well over the speed limit. Now it was quiet, the only sound heard being the noise of the engine .

As Shadow would walk along the beach, where they'd spent a few afternoons together at, he still felt like he would see Sonic by his side. Of course, he’d always get too close to his side, forgetting about personal space as he’d avoid the water. Not that Shadow minded being close to him, anyways. He missed that. The ocean breeze was much too cold now, as he’d stare at the sand in silence.

Shadow would be watching the news channel, and the news anchor would say some stupid pun. He’d glance to the spot at the couch where Sonic would always sit, just to see him snicker and smile, because he always thought dumb jokes were hilarious. But, he wasn’t there. He would never be there again.

All of that was thrown away.

Happy memories, now replaced with that terrible image of his body.

The worst of it was the dreams, which eventually became night terrors. He’d watch the same thing happen repeatedly each night, playing over and over again in his mind. Shadow couldn’t get it out of his head. It was his fault he was gone, that's what he’d tell himself. He’d visit Sonic’s grave, after those nightmares. Whatever time it was, he would be there.

For three months after Sonic’s death, he’d have those reoccurring dreams. A terrible one this time. It started nice, and sweet, an overwhelmingly happy memory. Like always.

The sun shining, the blades of grass and lavender petals dancing in the cool breeze. That pretty bright blue looked so nice in the sunlight. He fell down onto the colorful garden, his chest rising and falling. His laughter, something Shadow could never forget. It's a great thing he’d never dream of wanting to. Sonic grabbed his arm, pulling him down onto the soft, green grass. He grinned, looking up at him.

The blue hedgehog glanced away for a moment, peering out at the beautiful nature. He spoke softly, his voice only slightly muffled.

“It's amazing here. Why.. Why couldn’t you stay?” Sonic stared at Shadow, wide-eyed. He didn’t know what to say. He knew what he meant with his words, yet he just stared right back.

“I couldn’t have known. I couldn’t have known,” Shadow whispered urgently, looking down at the grass. He squeezed his eyes shut. “I couldn’t have known.”

“You knew. You knew..”

He opened his eyes, weakly. No longer was the grass and flowers dancing merrily. No longer was the sun shining. No longer was the blue fur bright and vibrant. He stared at the grimy bathroom tiles, the bloody paw prints along the floor. He stared at the dead hedgehog in his arms.

“You knew,” he spoke harshly.

Shadow gasped, sitting up in his bed. His fur wet from his own sweat, the night air quickly cooling it. He took in shaky breaths, covering his face. He sighed weakly, peeking out from his fingers and staring at the wall. Immediately, he tugged on the pull-cord of his vintage lamp, letting un-natural light into the room.

He stood up, immediately pulling on his boots. Shadow quickly opened his closet door, grabbing his leather jacket and putting it on. He took the green scarf, a christmas gift from Sonic, and wrapped it around his neck. He stepped out of his warm and cozy apartment, and out into the cold snow.

Shadow stared straight ahead as he rode his motorcycle to the cemetery. It was a little over two in the morning, but he didn’t care. He was used to this. This routine that shouldn’t have ever been a routine. He left his bike at the gate, following his mental map to Sonic’s grave.

He sighed, looking up from his set gaze to the ground with tired eyes. When he got to where he wanted to be, he stopped dead in his tracks. The hole in the ground, in which Sonic had been buried three months before, had been uncovered. Instead of the flat dirt surface that had been there all those nights, all those previous visits, was a mess of dirt and rocks. It didn’t look like a perfectly dug up hole. If it wasnt that Sonic’s grave was defiled, then what was it? He stared at the mess, frozen.

“..What the hell?”

(and thats it! )

first fic ive ever written.. pls give feedback 🙏

#pull you from your guilt #zombic au #my fic #bowies art #?#sonic #sonadow #sonadow angst

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noeggets · 25 days

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#sth #art #amy rose #razor the shark #Razamy #it looks bad but WE COULD CALL THEM RAZORAIM as in Amy but aiming as in her aiming her hammer and Razor it's clever

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knuckie-head · 3 months

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“So. You made him?”

`”Yes. Every atom in him. Every breath.”`

“Huh.”

Sonic watched as Knuckles listened to Tails, who was rearranging books on the green razor grass. He pointed at one, and the guardian twisted his face in confusion, before Amy burst into a fit of laughter.

Sonic felt warm at the sight. Seeing all of his team— his friends, simply relaxing as the warm sun kept them company. The feeling felt short, however, as he turned to look at the green gem.

“Why’d ya make him the way he is?”

`”I don’t seem to understand your question.”`

Sonic frowns.

“I know your history.” The hedgehog says, crossing his arms. “All of those echidnas you just— commanded to be wiped out.” His breath left his lungs as he turned to look at Knuckles. He seemed to be grinning, watching as Tails opened the book, feeling as Amy leaned against his shoulder. “Yet you made Knuckles. You made a guardian, someone to protect you, an Echidna.

“Why?”

The Master Emerald hummed.

`”…Karma.”` It’d declare softly. `”The echidnas had wanted me for my power. Selfish desires.. they corrupt someone so deeply it spreads like vines and strangles those around them like vicious snakes. And now there our guardian stands, the last of his kind, protecting the very thing his ancestors wanted to take.”`

…

Sonic stared at it, expression unwavering. He just looked on, neutral, before his line of vision heads to the trio of red, yellow, and pink. They’re all laughing. Knuckles is clutching his stomach and hunched over. Tails is kicking his feet, tears pricking his eyes. Amy’s now fully against Knuckles, trying to catch her breath before she snorts— and they all go silent, before they holler and lose their breath all over again.

“…y’know,” Sonic cracked a smile. “If it weren’t for Knuckles, I would of have shattered you right here where you stand.”

The Master Emerald dimmed, and that was his cue to leave.

“Don’t try talking to me.”

And so Sonic walked down the steps, catching the attention of Tails, and the fox begged for tell him to hurry up, wanting him to get a kick out of how ridiculous this book really was.

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#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #knuckles the echidna #sth #knuckles #master emerald

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chill4234 · 26 days

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Ok I usually don’t post about the fact that I unironically enjoy game theory because the internet Has Deemed It Cringe, but I’ve gotta say, it’s hilarious how all of the new hosts have acknowledged matpat leaving EXCEPT Amy.

Tom, the new host of game theory, jokes that he is too British to be matpat

Lee, the new host of film theory, makes a quick remark early in the episode about how Matpat’s gone and we all miss him.

Santi, the new host of food theory, explains that hey! You guys should know who Santi is, he’s been in multiple episodes before since he enjoys cooking and knows more about the science of it all than Matpat did.

And then you have Amy, the new host of style theory, who, in an episode about finding the best way to shave your legs, makes no mention of Matpat or her new hosting duties until mentioning the razors they’re going to be testing. She claims that electric razors were Matpat’s favourite with a wistful sorrow that implied he had died.

All the guys are immediate and upfront about being a replacement, but Amy just gets straight to the point of the episode like she was always the host.

#game theory #matpat #film theory #food theory #style theory #tom game theory #lee film theory #santi food theory #Amy style theory

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kjack89 · 6 months

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The Tale of the Black Cat

Developing E/R, canon era.

“Ah, Grantaire,” Courfeyrac called as the man in question returned to the backroom of the Musain with a fresh bottle of wine, “we were just speaking of you.”

Grantaire looked over, equal parts startled and bemused. “All lies, I am certain,” he said easily, making his way over to where Courfeyrac was sitting with Joly and Bossuet as the rest of their friends milled about in their own conversations after the Les Amis meeting had concluded earlier in the evening.

“No, no, all good things,” Joly assured him as he sat down.

Grantaire just tipped his bottle in a toast. “Then as I said, all lies.”

Courfeyrac rolled his eyes, but with affection. “We were just trying to determine how exactly you came upon our number,” he told Grantaire. “Bossuet claims it was he who befriended you first, while Joly asserts the honor was his. Be a good fellow and put their argument to bed, would you?”

“Alas that I cannot,” Grantaire said cheerfully.

Courfeyrac scowled at him. “What do you mean?”

Grantaire took a long pull from his bottle before telling them, “What I mean is, I remember not with whom I made friends first, but even if I did, that is not the matter at hand. The answer to how I became acquainted with Les Amis does not lie with either of them.”

Bossuet and Joly exchanged surprised looks, and Courfeyrac leaned forward, intrigued. “This seems a story worth telling.”

Grantaire considered it and shrugged, settling back into his seat. “Well, I suppose that is for you to determine, not myself…”

— — — — —

There was a bite to the air that evening, the kind that heralded the arrival of winter in only a few short weeks, but Grantaire did not feel it, wrapped as he was in the delectable perfume of opium and wine. He whistled clumsily to himself as he trod the familiar path home from the café he frequented, his way well-lit by the full moon that hovered low in the sky.

It was early still, for him at least, not but an hour past when most would have eaten their supper. Most not including Grantaire, of course, because the night was still young and filling up on food meant less room in his belly for wine and absinthe, and he was no fool to waste such precious real estate.

But the lack of food had likely contributed, even if only marginally, to him accidentally bumping into a young gentleman, causing him in turn to upend his entire flagon onto the poor grisette who was apparently his companion for the evening. Ever the gentleman, Grantaire had hastily unknotted his cravat and used it to attempt to mop up what had spilled on the young woman.

Her companion had taken that even less well than he’d taken the bump.

Grantaire had shown him what for in the street outside the café, but now needed to replace not only his cravat, soaked through with ale, but also his shirt, spotted with blood from the split lip he’d earned in the process.

All in an honest day’s…whatever.

Hence his sojourn home, to tidy himself before finding the next den of iniquity to wile away the hours.

But before he could traverse his doorway and make the necessary repairs to his visage – not that they would help much, but there were grisettes who could still be taken in by his charm and his humor, if not his face – he was stopped in his tracks by a large, pitch black cat that curled on his doorstep.

“Shoo,” Grantaire said, and the cat blinked its orange eyes at him.

Grantaire hesitated, and considered stepping over the cat. As if anticipating his thoughts, the cat stretched, displaying a fine set of razor-sharp claws, and then yawned, revealing an equal deadly-looking set of teeth.

“Well,” Grantaire said. “This is a predicament.”

He stared at the cat, which in turn stared back at him, its orange eyes unblinking. “Please move?” Grantaire offered, without much conviction.

Such was Grantaire’s natural state, after all.

Needless to say, the cat was not inclined towards moving any more than Grantaire was inclined towards conviction, and he sighed before cautiously taking a few steps toward it. He hesitated, then crouched down and held his hand out toward the cat. “I promise I shall not evict you from your spot should you but temporarily stand aside,” he solemnly told the cat. “On my – and here I was about to say honor. Very well, on the certainty of my full glass.”

To his surprise, the cat stretched once more before standing and padding over to him, sniffing his fingers in a regal sort of way. “Was that truly all it took?” Grantaire asked, bemused. “Well, I know better than to look a gift horse – or cat, I suppose – in the mouth.”

He straightened and made as if to finally enter his own door when, again to his surprise, he heard a hoarse mrow and looked down to see the cat winding through his legs, staring up at him with those luminous orange eyes. “Do you require further assistance?” Grantaire asked.

The cat just let out another mrow before pacing a few steps away and looking back at Grantaire expectantly. “If you’re waiting for me to follow you, I’m afraid you’re going to be waiting for quite a long time,” Grantaire said with a chuckle, shaking his head as he turned to head inside to complete the business he’d returned home for in the first place.

But as soon as he took a step towards the door, the cat let out a low, guttural noise, halfway between a hiss and a yowl, and Grantaire stared at it, startled. The cat showed no outwardly sign of consternation, and Grantaire hesitated before taking another cautious step towards his door.

There was that noise again, and Grantaire again froze, before shaking his head. “You do not intend to allow me to enter my own abode, do you?” he asked, a little ruefully. When the cat just stared at him, he again shook his head. “Very well,” he said, throwing his hands up in defeat. “If your intent is to lead me somewhere, then by all means, lead the way.”

As if the cat had understood, it turned, trotting a few steps down the road before glancing back at Grantaire as if verifying he was, in fact, following.

Which he was – Grantaire was hardly superstitious but he figured he was in this now, and may as well see where it led.

The cat, for its part, moved with far more purpose than Grantaire would have expected, prowling down the road as if it knew exactly where it was going. For a fleeting moment, Grantaire envied the cat that ability to so clearly see its destination.

But all too soon, the cat drew to a halt, pausing outside of a café not too far from where Grantaire lived. The cat did not head to the front door of the establishment, however, instead flitting around to the side before launching itself up onto the window ledge. “How peculiar,” Grantaire murmured, stepping closer and reaching out automatically to stroke the cat’s back, “but if your intent is that I procure more to drink, you needn’t have tried so hard—”

He broke off as he glanced through the window, his mouth falling open as he saw the man inside. Men, really, a group of them, all assembled as if for some kind of meeting. But Grantaire had eyes solely for the man at the front of the room, a blond man with a red jacket who was the most beautiful creature Grantaire had ever laid eyes on.

He pressed his hand to the glass of the window like a child waiting outside a pâtisserie, staring hungrily at the man as if he could memorize every feature.

Indeed, he might have stayed that way forever were it not for the door to his right opening abruptly as a man stepped outside, tugging a hat on. “Oh, hello,” he said brightly when he noticed Grantaire. “Have you come to join us?”

“Have I…” Grantaire started, before realizing this was his opportunity. “Yes. Yes I have.”

The man, who had dark curls and a spectacularly tied cravat, eyed him closely. “You share our political leanings, then?” he asked, deliberately vague.

Grantaire barked a laugh. “Oh, I imagine not,” he assured him. “But I am an eager pupil, and who knows. Perhaps I may yet be convinced.”

The man studied him for a long moment before grinning. “In that case, my friend, make yourself at home,” he said, opening the door for Grantaire to step inside.

— — — — —

There was silence after Grantaire had finished his story, until Joly asked, “But what happened to the cat?”

Grantaire just shrugged, taking a sip from his bottle. “That, my friend, remains a mystery. When finally I emerged at the end of the evening, the cat was gone.”

“Off to chase a mouse, I’m sure,” Bossuet said with a nod.

Again Grantaire shrugged. “Quite possibly.”

Bossuet frowned at him. “You believe otherwise?”

“My dear, you know as well as any that I espouse no beliefs whatsoever,” Grantaire assured him. He paused before adding, “That said, I have skulked about outside the Musain often enough to say with confidence that I never saw the cat again. And while I would never claim belief in this regard, it is a warming thought to think that perhaps, its duty fulfilled, it no longer needs to linger in this place.”

Courfeyrac nodded slowly. “That is a thought.”

“And a comforting one,” Joly added loyally, nudging Grantaire with his shoulder, “to know that its duty was bringing you to us.”

“Yes,” Grantaire murmured, though his eyes were on Enjolras. “To you.”

— — — — —

The full moon was high in the sky as Enjolras left the Musain that night, closing the door behind himself. It was unseasonably cold for the end of October, and he shivered involuntarily, turning to walk home.

Before he could get anywhere, he heard a mrow coming from around his ankles, and he looked down to see a large black cat with luminous orange eyes weaving through his legs. “Oh, hello,” he said, startled. “Where did you come from?”

The cat, of course, did not reply, but did pace a few steps in the opposite direction before looking expectantly back at him. “Do you expect me to follow you?” Enjolras asked, partially amused, partially exasperated.

The only response from the cat was a slow blink, and Enjolras sighed, glancing over his shoulder in the direction of his home, and more importantly, his bed.

But though he would never be able to explain it later, he couldn’t help but feel like perhaps he should follow the cat, at least for a short while. Perhaps there was someone who had been hurt, or otherwise needed help.

Perhaps Enjolras was just losing what little remained of his sanity.

In any case, he turned away from his home and started following the cat as it trotted confidently down the moonlit streets of Paris. Enjolras shook his head but otherwise went along willingly enough, telling himself that if the cat got lost, at the very least, he knew with certainty the direction they were headed.

After all, the cat appeared to be leading him directly towards Grantaire’s.

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #fanfiction #les miserables #developing relationship #canon era #black cat #which in this case is very lucky for the both of them

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