#chaos sonic x reader

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Reader, at Chaos Sonic’s funeral: I need a moment with them. Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. leaves Reader, leaning over Chaos Sonic’s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead. Chaos Sonic, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.

#x reader #chaos sonic #sonic prime #isekai

[scribblekatz]

i havent posted in a hot minute so have a cream and cheese as an early easter thingie

#my art #kat’s art tag #art #fan art #sth #fanart #cream the rabbit #cream and cheese #cheese the chao #i have so many ideas that i need to draw but.. motivation is at an all time low #tis the curse of being an artist i suppose #i should also actually do something with my idw x reader blog #oh well #anywhizzle i do plan on eventually showing my sonic redesigns sometime #and other stuff idk what else you guys wanna see from me

[chaomother]

Congratulations mother! We've come a long way from Silver's garden and Sonic's somnophilia haven't we? You're amazing!

And well in that case, I'll grab Sonic's little tail and squeeze it! /c

Cotton anon

An uncharacteristic squeak spouted from Sonic's mouth at the sensation of your hand coiling around his tail and squeezing, a frisson surging down the column of his spine. His quills stood up, galvanizing him into spinning around and facing you—the source of all his troubles.

"Whoa, whoa, angel! That's a dangerous game you're playing!" Sonic advised you, folding his arms as he shifted his weight from one foot to other in order to bend over and peer at you. "What do I mean?"

You could still discern how his quills were ruffled and you assumed he just didn't like the fact that you were able to surprise him. But Sonic felt a little differently than that.

Reaching forward, Sonic enveloped you in his arms before promptly slithering his hand down to your tail. He poked the small of your back, the section just before your tail, watching how your eyes went wide, before twining his fingers around it and gently pulling.

"See? Doesn't it feel good when the person you like touches your tail? Do you get it now?" he teased, hot, bated breaths fanning across your ear as he grinned from your cute reaction♡

#sonic the hedgehog x reader #chao interactions #sfw

[pompla-moosse]

I just adore your headcanons and stuff for characters! Very cute! ^w^ Been replaying the Uncharted games and I was wondering if I could request a HCs of Rouge and a gn!treasurehunter where the two of them are rivals like Knuckles and Rouge were in SA2?

rouge the bat x gn!reader

tysm for the request!! i love this concept! — scenario: rouges rival is also a treasure hunter!

⌗ the tension between the two of you is so thick, you’ll need a knife to cut it!

⌗ she would most definitely tease you, she mostly do it whenever she beats you to the prize/treasure, “and here i thought this would be difficult!” — “hmph, so much for ‘professional.’

⌗ her compliments would mostly be backhanded, but when they’re genuine, she’ll let you know. “you’re truly a one of a kind y’know.. not in a bad way, by the way.“

⌗ if you get flustered easily, she’ll use that to her advantage.

⌗ if you don’t, then it’ll be the two of you flirting until one of you cracks, it’s you who folds easily most of the time.

⌗ during y’all’s little treasure hunts, the two of you will race to the prize. rouge will use/do ANYTHING to get to the treasure, do expect her to play dirty even if you two have a truce.

⌗ if you also have a short temper like knuckles she’ll also use that to her advantage, rouge will try her hardest to blow that fuse despite knowing the consequences.

⌗ shes so petty sometimes omg.. whenever you get that certain gem she’s had her eye on, she’ll steal five of your treasures as pay back! even if you didn’t know she wanted it!

⌗ but besides all the rivalry and pettiness, the white bat still cares for you, if you were to ever get hurt she’ll quickly come to your aid and fly you to safety. “ack- you’re quite hard to carry! but don’t worry, i’ll get you outta here, my dear.”

⌗ if she’s feeling generous one day, she will buy you pretty jewelry, any type of hair/face/makeup products, or just some nice clothes. she isn’t all bad!

⌗ the two of you will for sure try to take the master emerald one day

#headcanons #sonic headcanons #sonic the hedgehog #sonic x reader #x reader #fluff #knuckles the echidna #rouge the bat #gn!reader #pomplamoose #treasure #master emerald #chaos emeralds #shadow the ultimate lifeform #shadow the hedgehog

[princelyarthours]

(Insert dramatic song reference)

Super Sonic, my beloved

The new frontiers game really hitting me in the feels

So ofc I had to create some cute art

I listened to Shinunoga E-Wa by Fujii Kaze on repeat drawing this

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic fanart #oc #sonic oc #canon x oc #red panda oc #sonic x reader #sonic ocs #traditional drawing #super sonic #golden sonic #why is chaos island so difficult #yes I am still on that island

[cyn-write]

"You've Bewitched Me"

Prompt - NRC is in upheaval. A video of Yuu singing a song has been circling around the school about her being "bewitched," and everyone is trying to figure out by who. Yuu is embarrassed and upset about her private song being the subject of gossip, so she decides to hide from everyone only for her crush to find her and reveal he has been "bewitched," by her...

Pairings - NRC Students x F!reader

Warnings - Gossip, Incredibly Shy Reader with Stage Fright, Depictions of Anxiety, Not Beta Read

Song - "Bewitched" by Laufey

Prologue (Here) - Heartsyble - Savannaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomefiore - Ignanhyde - Diasmonia

When @/thegreatestmagealive uploaded a video of the Ramshackle Perfect singing a love song, to say NRC nearly blew up would be an understatement.

The song, the poster titled “Bewitched,” became an instant hit across campus, but also became the source of tension as everyone was asking the same question: Who bewitched the Ramshackle Perfect?

“20 Thumbmarks on Leona!”

“15 on Kalim!”

“Kalim? Really, no it has to be Vil!”

“30 DOLLARS ON LORD MALLEUS!”

“EVERYONE HUSH! Now Francis, how much on Vil?” The Halls of NRC were filled with gossip on who the song was about. There were multiple pots floating around of people betting on who it was about, and just as many heated discussions.

“Who says it’s a housewarden? She spends most of her time with the Freshies so it has to be one of them! My money is on the Red Head on the Basketball team, he is always hanging on her!” A Scarabia student chimed in at this corner table of the Cafateria.

“Ace? He’s an ass, no it has to be Spade! Anytime someone makes a comment about he at practice, he gets all defensive.” A Heartstyble student on the track team chimed in.

“That runt? Na, he has nothing on Jack.” The Savannaclaw student across from them chimed in.

“The Wolf? He barely says any words! Besides, the Perfect has more class than that, it has to be Epel!” A Pomefoire Student retorted getting glares from the Savannaclaw student.

“All of you are wrong, I ran the data,” The Ignanhyde student pulled out his tablet and showed them a chart, “Out of all the possibilities crossed referenced with the lyrics of the song, it has to be-“

Debates across the school were happening as people discussed who she was singing for. While some advocated for others, others advocated for themselves.

That night, in the midst of the debates, a poor Grim was looking for a place to stay the night. So he went first to Heartstyble.

Grim walked through the portal and saw *chaos*.

“CAULDRON!”

“DEUCE WHAT THE HELL!”

“Calm down you two! No one is going anywhere till Riddle gets back!”

Trey helped Ace out from under the cauldron while Cater tried to calm down Deuce who was red as roses. “Yuu’s private song was just released and all you can think about it YOURSELF!” Deuce called out to Ace as he attempted to wesal himself out of Cater’s grip.

Ace dusted himself off as Trey helped him up, “Well, it is pretty obvious! Who else could it be about? You Loosey Duece? Or maybe Mr. Magicam? Chef Dad? Or maybe, our esteemed leader? No. It has to be me, so I am going to go check on her-“

Deuce tackled Ace, again, so Trey and Cater had to dive in to separate the two.

It did not take long for grim to realize it might be best to come back later. So he went back through the portal to try Savannaclaw.

But his scruff was grabbed before he could step through.

“Heeeey, Sealie!!” Grim gulped as he knew that voice all too well. Floyd turned Grim around so he was facing the two most terrifying smiles in NRC. “Mind clearing something up for Jade and I? See, he thinks Shrimpy’s song is about him, but I say its bout me. And every guppy is saying a different name, so we wanted to get info from them inside fishie~”

“W-what are you talking about!” Grim said crossing his arms. He knew he was in deeeeep dodo.

“Come now Grim, you must know who she’s singing about?” Jade said with a sonically smile on his face, “Now, as Yuu’s close friends, we just want to know, who bewitched our dear friend?”

“Yeeeaaah Sealie, who?” Floyd sung melodically.

“I-I ain’t saying anything!” Grim kept his mouth shut. He had already made Yuu mad, he didn’t want to make. It any worse.

“Oh come on Sealie! Everyone has a price! What’s yours??-“

“What are you two doing?” Came the harsh voice of Vil, Grim’s savior. The housewarden meeting must have finished. Early as all seven, yes even Malleus, came into the hall of mirrors to witness poor little grim shiver in his fur.

“Heya Beta!” Floyd said and waved Grim around, “We’re just asking Sealie a question! That’s all!”

“I’m guessing it’s about Yuu?” Azul asked as he made his way over to his Eel’s. “How is the Ramshackle Perfect? We missed her at the meeting.”

“Yuu… wellllllllll….” Grim scratched his cheek and the other housewarden’s came over, all wondering the same thing, “She is kinda sorta mad at me. And kinda sorta threw me out for ‘not respecting her privacy’ which I didn’t mean to get her upset, I just wanted to show everyone she had a pretty voice and she got all mad.”

“We’ll if you need a place to stay, Octavinelle is always open to poor souls! And I am sure we can work out a pi-“

“We all know what you want Azul, just ask him now so we can clear this up!” Leona said, clearly annoyed at the Mers underhanded methods. “Whose the song about?”

“I-I don-“

“Why are we even asking this question? It is clearly me!” Vil said shaking his head.

“What makes you so sure Schoenheit?” Malleus asked, “I spend more time with the Child of Man and have more magical prowess, it is defiantly about me. I was just about to grab her the-“

“No way the songs about you Lizard!” Leona retorted, “She clearly-“

“The Song’s about Nii-Chan! I ran the-“ Ortho chimed in with Idia listening in on his screen.

“WILL YOU ALL BE QUIET!” Riddle yelled, somehow getting the attention of the others, “This is disgraceful! You are. All concerned with your own selfish needs when you should be worrying about our fellow housewarden whose privacy has been breached and is probably distraught!”

Kalim nodded and said, “Yeah, we need to go cheer her up! Besides, it was probably just a song about love, nothing else!”

Grim sighed and added, “Oh its about someone, You she hear the other songs she wrote about him-“

“About WHO!” Everyone asked.

“I DON’T KNOW!” Grim said and got the glares of everyone.

Azul sighed and said, “You just said you knew.”

“I said I knew she has a crush and wrote more songs about him. I never said I knew WHO it was.” He crossed his arms and looked at the ground, “And she threw me out before I could ask. I tried going back in but she sounded so… upset. When I asked to come back in and apologized she said she just wanted to be alone…”

The group looked dejected at this. Floyd let Grim go and sighed, “Poor Shrimpy…”

Azul looked at Jade and Floyd, “Let’s go, Lounge won’t run itself.”

As Azul left with his Eels, Leona and Kalim also branched off their dorms, “Jamil is probably wondering where I am.”

“Yeah, I gotta make sure Savannaclaw is still in one piece.”

Vil and Ortho branched off next with Vil grumbling about wrinkles and Ortho talking to Idia.

Riddle and Malleus were the last two left with Grim.

“Grim, your welcome to stay at Heartstyble. It might help keep Ace and Deuce in.” Riddle said then looked to Malleus, “The Perfect probably needs a night, but if you do check on her, please let her know I-… We are here if she needs us.”

“I will Roseheart,” Malleus nodded to his red haired companion as he and Grim walk through the Heartstyble Mirror. Malleus turns and before he can make his way to Ramshackle, Lilia is there. All he has to do is shake his head and Malleus knows what his mentor is trying to say, she needs time alone.

The next morning, the first years go to Ramshackle to walk with Yuu to breakfast as they do every morning, but when they got their, the ghost intervened and said she needs to sleep in. The three ghost refused to let any of them enter and even brought Grim’s stuff to the door.

Yuu did not show to any of her classes or reply to any text, and all of her friends quickly understood why. Yuu’s song was all everyone was talking about, more specifically, who it was about. All the pots from the nights before had tripled and almost every students had a guess on who it was about. Yuu has never felt more embarrassed.

By the time night rolled around again, Yuu had read every text, post, and comment about her song. People were making guesses and demanding she confess who. In the midst of the chaos and rumors, all she could think about was what her crush was thinking. She had liked him as more than a friend for a while now, but had no clue if he returned the sentiment. All the worse possibilities were running through her head.. ‘He probably thinks I’m some obsessed freak, this is so embarrassing, Grim ruined. everything, there is no coming back from this. our friendship is ruined, I can never show my face at school again…” Thoughts like this combined with her stage fright made her mood worse. She wrote songs and sang them to help her work through things, it was incredibly personal for her and she never intended to share any of them, not yet at least. Now she was lying in her bed, curled up in her blankets with her phone lighting up with text next to her. She could not bring herself to talk to anyone, she was too scared and embarrassed to.

The Ghost have been kind enough to fend off Grim (who she was still mad at) and her friends (who she was still too embarrassed to see) so she could have some time alone. They worked as her guards and caretakers, making her eat and get up every now and then. They were also the only ones who knew who her songs were about.

So when he arrived on her doorstep, the ghost decided to let him in.

Yuu was looking at her notebook, pouring over the lyrics again and again when a knock came at her bedroom door.

“Yuu… can I come in?” His voice carried through the door.

Yuu felt her heart stop. She held her notebook tightly and sighed, “I guess its now or never…”

She got up from her bed, notebook in hand, and stood in front of the door. She was shaking and as she stared at the door, terrified of what would happen next, when he cast a spell over her once again:

“Yuu, I… I don’t. know if that song was about me but I want you to know. You’ve bewitched me too.”

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Note: This is the Prolouge to a small series! Be on the look out for each characters part and if you want tagged please let me know! Please Like, Reblog, and Follow for more! If you are interested in seeing more characters in this scenario or these characters in different scenarios, please let me know! (Do not Steal)

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst fanfic #cynwrites #twisted wonderland x yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey clover #cater diamond #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland silver #sebek zigvolt

[bimboothefool]

Knuckles x a reader that's a ultimate lifeform like Shadow but is shy and only fights when needed?

𝐊𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝔄𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯’𝔰 𝔏𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯: Hell yes Anon! Honestly it’s an uber cute idea! Thanks for the request and without further delay enjoy!

- Honestly Knuckles at first was a bit intrigued by you. “Another ultimate lifeform…” He says to himself unsure if another ultimate lifeform can be easily made just like that.

- He will ask Tails and you about how you came to be as long as you’re comfortable sharing that information with him.

- When danger arises he tells you to stay back, but is blown away when you fight alongside him. Kicking the stuffing out of the enemy forces.

- The two of you together are practically a powerhouse couple. A true force to be reckoned with.

- Knuckles would be a liar if he said he isn’t shocked everytime you fight. He just lets the fact slip his mind given how timid and gentle you are with him, the little critters and Chao’s.

- He enjoys spending his days with you as you two explore the depths of Angel Island together. Ending the day with you in his arms even if it wasn’t remotely exciting he still loves spending time with you regardless.

- Overall he’s happy that you love a guy like him and fighting alongside him and guarding the island with him makes this lonely island feel more lively. Though Sonic definitely teases him for being uber soft around you.

- Which results in him being held back by you as Sonic just laughs and teases playfully about your dynamic.

Thanks for reading! If you enjoy my stuff please feel free to check out my other stories from other fandoms, along with reblogging and commenting on it! If you like my art and wanna commission me head over to my kofi!

#the clown speaks #my writing #knuckles the echidna #knuckles the echidna x reader #knuckles x reader #knuckles x y/n #sonic the hedgehog x reader

[ctheathy]

Hello, I hope you have a nice day! , I would like to request a headcanons of yandere nine x reader being kidnapped by doctor eggman

Yandere Nine w/ Darling who got kidnapped by Robotnik

Nine x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Short Concept

Author's note: You, my dear reader, are all out for the drama and I'm here for it~!

Nine/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Possessiveness • Nine is so traumatized omfg- • Eventual PTSD • Age regression • Overprotective behaviour • Poor mental state • Paranoia • Emotional dependency • Trust Issues • Insomnia • Violence

Pfft. If Nine wasn't already considered severely unhinged before, he most certainly will be right now. Oh how much terror the fox would feel in the pits of his stomach, the horror in his eyes, the helplessness in his heart. He most certainly would have never allowed this to even remotely come forward if he were the one to be in your presence. But... he wasn't. The whole team would have felt this immense sense of hesitance and dread to even tell him about it, having noticed his attachment and emotional bond towards you... and when the words slip from Sonic's mouth, not ready to test the nine-tailed foxes’ impatience, he cracks. And not just any regular burst of anger, he has a complete mental breakdown.

Nine will be nothing less than a ball of angst and fright at this point, something which he desperately tried to cover up with an infuriated facade, despite his evident worries from your abduction. But none of that would matter in the end, because he'd behave completely berserk one way or another. He doesn't dare rest or waste time for that matter until he can hold you in his arms again. Likely as soon as they reach The Chaos Council to try and bring you back... Nine would not hold himself back, still taken over by his violent meltdown. Instead of trying to avoid the Council's eyes and enemies that are in the way, maintaining a low profile as he'd say, he releases all of that pent up malice.

Though he'd leave many of the his robotic opponents onto the grounds ...torn to scraps by the fierce abilities of his mechanical tails, Nine would be surprisingly merciful to any living mobian for the sake of getting answers on where you're being held hostage. Because remember; although venting out some of his frustrations during the fight was equal to his hostility towards those who just so happened to be in his way, this mission is not and never will be about assassinating every enemy he comes across for the sake of just hurting them. It's all just to release you from The Chaos Council's grasp, take you back to his workshop where you rightfully belong ...bring you back to him. An objective and promise he will never allow himself to forget ever again after seeing your frightened face and body.

Even after he does get you back to the team, and he will no matter the costs or sacrifices he has to offer. But although you're back home, safe.... His paranoia will continue to linger and remain at its highest. Though the wounds you obtained through your abduction will eventually heal, his trauma of your kidnapping won't for a very long time. The side affects seemingly starts off small through your perspective, and you probably wouldn't even know how much it deep down affected him. Especially as the amber fox just seems to want to stick closeby you, seeking for comforting reassurance and some guidance to get himself back on the right track, which you more than understand and accept with open arms.

But what if I told you that he just got much, ...much more insane and delusional than you may think after you got taken away like that. It was like a newborn kitten being taken away from its mother right after birth, one whom he'd desperately cry out to and crawl after. To Nine, it wasn't just the idea of losing that happiness of having somebody to care about, but this also re-activated his defense mechanism to his past trauma.

Kill or be killed.

Nine's whole mentality practically returns to that of his younger self, almost similar to an age regression... You'd probably also notice the changes in demeanor, how he's practically almost behaving like a juvenile again. Decisions are made more so out of instinct rather than rational, logical thoughts. Which, to you, is something completely foreign and out of character for Nine.

His overprotective impulses would kick in at full force and he'd be quicker to lash out, along with his pessimistic mentality and stress being multiplied in the process, which is something his already poor mental state is absolutely not emotionally capable of handling. Even with you just not being in his eyesight can leave Nine with severe anxiety. His emotions are quicker to flow over, resulting in either anger outbursts or crying... And he practically treats you as if you were actively dying from a disease, constantly thinking of and mentioning the “what ifs”.

There would be many restless nights where he wakes up in the middle of the night, teary-eyed after a dream vision or isn't even capable of drifting off into a slumber at all. The simple thought of you ending up hurt and scarred while he wasn't there to protect you keeps his nerves excessive and senses on constant high alert. Even just the consideration in itself can leave him in a condition of hysteria for the next half hour, unable to calm himself down. These sudden exchanges of panic making you realise just how inconsistent it is, as Nine was usually known as collected, self-assured... in control of the situation. Something you'd consider the other side of the coin of how he was operating at this very moment. A complete and sudden reverse swap in his very identity.

Making you pray... that this was a crutch you could hopefully help him grow out of

#sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog #yandere nine x reader #yandere nine #tails nine #nine x reader #nine tails #yandere sonic prime #yandere sonic the hedgehog #yandere sonic #sonic prime x reader #sonic prime nine #sonic prime #miles nine prower #yandere tails x reader #yandere tails #tails x reader #new nine post WOOHOO

[bratkook]

medicine. (m) kth. jjk

I’ve had a few, got drunk on you and now I’m wasted, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you tasted

I’m coming down I figured out I kind of like it, and when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you ride it. 

pairing. jungkook x reader x taehyung genre. smut, pwp word count. 9k warnings. no plot, just vibes (and smut), grunge!taekook, threesome, oral sex, voyeurism (jungkook likes to watch okay), protected sex, multiple orgasms, tummy bulging summary. a drunken night at a dive bar after a show was always a given, finding yourself in some form of chaos before the night was over, and as two strangers walk in with eyes that sparkle with mischief, you make it your personal mission to have them be your reckless decisions of the night.  note. i was on a smashing pumpkins kick and this was born hehe, just picture taekook in baggy band tees right after a show, cornering you in a dive bar makes me want to bark so enjoy !! (also its been a hot minute since i’ve posted so give me some love or ill cry tysm bye) ALSO MADE A PLAYLIST FOR IT HERE !

Nothing in the universe tops the feeling you get after a show, the high coursing through you in a rush that leaves you jittery and searching for more. Maybe that feeling is the reason why you make so many reckless decisions after shows, on the hunt for the next activity to keep the high going, doing things that had you running from cops with a group of people you just met, or waking up somewhere new with no recollection of how you got there. 

As you follow the group of people you just met into the local dive bar, you can only hope that whatever choices come next don’t involve a chase because you’re not sure your shoes can keep up. You don’t get a chance to take a look at the interior as you step in, an arm wrapped around your shoulder pulling you in so someone can ask you a question. 

“What are we drinking tonight?” His long blonde hair brushes against your face as he pulls back, staring down at you with a smile. You had met him when the show first started, apologizing to him when a shove from the crowd left you spilling your beer on his shoes. He had been friendly and easily welcomed you into the small group of friends he had with him, and that was all the convincing you needed to stick with them. 

“Shots, always.” You wrap an arm around him too, laughing when he asks the rest of his friends and they all agree with you. 

“Tequila?” he asks. 

“Tequila.” With your confirmation he releases your shoulder and approaches the bar, ordering a round of shots for everyone. The chatter continues when he leaves, talking about the last band's set, laughing as you all shimmy into a torn up booth while you recall the guy that had managed to make it on stage even with a bloody nose. 

Loud cheers erupt when he comes back balancing the shots impressingly well, some spillage happening as he sets them down and slides them around but everyone manages to claim a glass. “To Jace,” one of them yells out with a shot glass in the air, and you’re partially grateful because you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you. 

“And to new friends,” he adds on, more cheers sounding out before everyone throws back their shots. The burn hits your throat instantly, making you shut your eyes as you take it in, not seeing when two stragglers walk in and join the party. 

“I knew we’d find you bastards here.” Your eyes open back up, landing on the guys standing at the end of the booth, one of which you remember as the man on stage with the bloody nose. His face is all cleaned up now, smiling as if nothing had ever happened, long brown waves falling around his face. His lip ring catches your eye as you give him a once over while he talks to Jace, slowly scanning him, seeing the Sonic Youth shirt he has on, deciding then and there that he was cute and you’d be making it your personal mission to have him be your reckless decision of the night. 

Well, until his friend speaks up and you know you’re in trouble. His hands cup the first boys face, black chipped nails squishing his cheek obnoxiously as he snickers. “We had to go clean up his face. Didn’t feel like digging through the crowd to find you guys again.” 

You’re pretty sure your face spells it out for anyone who's looking at you, wide eyes caught in a trance as you look at him. His hair is blonde, dark roots barely peeking through, long tendrils falling against his cheek, allowing him to tuck strands behind his ear. He also has his lip pierced, two hoops on the right side, glimmering as he runs his tongue along them. An oversized green flannel is draped over him, allowing you a small glimpse of The Stooges shirt he had on. 

“Got room for two more?” His question is directed at you, something you realize when you look back up at his face and see his eyes looking directly at you. It takes you a second to react, realizing you’re at the end of the booth, quickly nodding and scooching as far as you can to allow them both to shimmy in. 

“More shots?” Jace asks, slaps on the table and cheers of yes being the only response he needs before he's stepping back out of the booth and heading back to the bar. As your eyes follow him to the right, they land on the boys next to you, seeing them both already staring at you with a look of curiosity on their faces. 

“You’re a new face, aren’t you?” the blonde one asks, a grin growing on his lips. “Blink twice if someones blackmailing you to hang out with them here.” He inches closer, wide eyes focused on your own, trying not to laugh when you do your best not to blink. 

“I’m here on my own free will. I spilled some beer on Jace so—“

“So he called it even by inviting you here? Sounds like blackmail to me.” The brunette laughs now, leaning forward to see you over his friend’s shoulder. 

“I mean, is it really blackmail if I’m getting free shots out of it?”

“Oh shit, maybe Jace is the one getting blackmailed. Good strategy you have there. My name’s Taehyung.” The brunette extends his hand over, offering it to you for a quick shake with a warm smile on his face. 

“I’m Jungkook,” the blonde next to you introduces himself too, placing his hand over Taehyung’s as you shake it, smiling when he hears you laugh. 

“Y/N.” Your voice holds traces of amusement, eyes focusing on your hands when you feel Taehyung rub his thumb along your knuckles before they both pull away. “Do you guys go to shows together often?”

“Every week,” Jungkook laughs, a small smile on his face, only getting wider when Jace comes back with another round of shots, immediately snatching one for himself. “We’re always at The Smell, maybe we’ve run into each other.” Jungkook throws his shot back first, grimacing as he sets the glass back down. 

“I don’t think so, I’d definitely remember meeting you both.”

“Oh, we’re totally worth remembering,” Taehyung chuckles, fingers tracing the edge of the shot glass, sending you a small smile when he looks your way. “And we’d definitely remember a pretty face like yours.” His words are smooth, spoken so confidently it makes a strange warmth blossom inside of you, leaving you with no choice but to look away as you try to hide your smile. 

“Stop buttering me up and take your shot,” you mumble, trying desperately to deflect the way they were both so easily having an effect on you. It's clear they enjoy it, smirks growing on their faces, Taehyung chuckling under his breath as he finally lifts his own shot up and takes it, smacking his lips together when the alcohol burns his throat. 

Jungkook settles back into the seat comfortably, observing you with a soft gaze as his fingers tap along the sticky tabletop, taking advantage of the fact that you were currently staring at Taehyung. His eyes trace your face while you do the same with his friend, following the strands that frame his face, nearly obscuring his eyes that shamelessly stare right back at you, going down the curve of his nose and seeing the slight swelling occurring on the side of it. 

“How’s your nose?” 

Taehyung smiles widely, his finger coming up to touch it before he wraps his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. “All good now, Jungkookie grabbed some ice from the bar at the venue. I probably would’ve looked super busted if he hadn’t,” he coos, snickering when the blonde swats at him. 

“What would you do without me?” Jungkook blows him a kiss, turning to look at you when he hears you giggle. 

“You two seem close,” you laugh, leaning forward onto the table, seeing the way they both stare you down. 

“Super close. We do everything together,” Taehyung mumbles, dropping his hand and reaching forward until his fingers are tapping along your own shot glass. Your eyes fall onto his hand, seeing the way he traces along the rim of it, following it up as he raises the glass and brings it towards your mouth. “Bottoms up.”

His eyes are glued to yours as you open up your lips, biting down onto his bottom lip as he tilts the shot glass into your mouth. Jungkook smirks when he sees the slight daze you’re in, head leaning back as the liquor fills your mouth, finally swallowing it down when the last drop hits your tongue. 

“Good girl,” Jungkook murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb wiping away the small trace still lingering by your lips. 

If they were trying to wrap you around their fingers it was working, their heated stares and lingering hands are all you can think about as the night progresses. You had already decided that you’d be making both of them your reckless decision for tonight, but that only gets more solidified the longer you speak to them. 

A little further into the night, you end up huddled near the bar corner, the neon glow of the jukebox illuminating Taehyung’s face as he sorts through the options displayed inside. Jungkook is a few feet away, fully immersed in the classic game of pinball, fingers slamming into the buttons and making the machine rattle with each point he racks up.

“There we go,” Taehyung mutters out, tongue peeking out between his teeth as he presses his song of choice. The starting riff of Zero by The Smashing Pumpkins starts to fill the bar, his head bobbing along to the beat as he turns to stare at you with a satisfied smirk. “Wanna go for a ride?” he sings along, giving you a sly wink as he inches closer. His large hand finds its way up your neck with ease, gently touching your skin as his thumb just barely reaches your lower lip, his face nearing yours until your lips are just about to touch. Right when you think you’ll finally get a taste, he steps away, leaving you standing there as you release the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. 

“Play with us,” Jungkook calls out, his voice pulling you out of your small daze. As you turn to stare at him, you see the slight pull of his lips, knowing exactly how his words sound. His eyebrow cocks up as he leans over the pinball machine, gently testing the waters, wanting to know just how far you’re willing to go. Taehyung is standing on the side of the machine, leaning back against the wall, dark eyes analyzing you through the dim lighting. A similar smile tugs at his lips when you make your way over to Jungkook. 

“You’re gonna have to show me the ropes.” Your voice is steady despite the thumping of your heart, racing in excitement. You know exactly what game they're playing, a little bit grateful for it because it made it easier for you to get what you wanted out of tonight. 

Jungkook stands up straighter, hands raking through his blonde strands, his cute bunny teeth making a full appearance as he smiles while he takes a small step back from the machine. “Don’t worry, I got you. C’mere.” 

You slot into place easily, a bit of space between you and the machine in front of you. The same couldn’t be said about the distance between you and Jungkook, feeling the warmth radiating off of him as his chest presses into your back. His face lowers beside yours as he hunches closer, lips just shy of your ears, allowing you to hear the small breath he takes in when you subtly press back into him. He plays coy as his hands slide down your arms, gently guiding them to the right spots. 

“Okay, what do I do?” His cheek presses into the side of your head at your question, another smile gracing his face as he brings your hand down to the pull lever right by your hip. Your fingers curl around the handle, feeling his hand close over your own and start to tug it back. 

“There’s no method to the madness. You just have to find the right rhythm.” His voice sounds low, gently spoken beside your ear, close enough for you to feel his breath tickling your skin. The resounding smack of the ball being flung as he fully yanks back the lever makes you jump slightly, completely unfocused to what was actually happening in the game he was meant to be teaching you. You could care less about the tiny metal ball bouncing around, not paying attention to each ding sounding off when he managed to score whatever points were needed. All you could focus on was the way his hips pressed into yours, getting closer until you were fully sandwiched between him and the machine. 

“Are you paying attention?” he mumbles, a soft laugh lacing each syllable, his chin resting on your shoulder. His hands still encompass your own, fingers guiding you to press the button on the side that controls the different areas. 

“Yes,” you sigh, gently biting down on your lower lip when he rocks forward under the guise of trying to save the ball. The machine continues to ding, red numbers glowing up top to showcase just how well Jungkook was doing in teaching you. 

“I don’t think you are.” Taehyung chuckles, head tilting slightly as he stares at you and his best friend. Jungkook knows what he’s doing, the way his eyes glimmer with mischief as he continues playing makes it obvious. “I think your mind is occupied with something else. You wanna share?”

“Go on, tell us,” Jungkook whispers, lips trailing beside your ear. Your whole body warms up as Taehyung steps closer, his hands coming to rest on the side of the machine, a curious smile on his face as he waits for your response. “Or do you want us to guess?”

“Guess.” Your head tilts to the side as you glance back, your face an inch away from Jungkook’s, seeing how he glances from your eyes down to your lips. His hands slowly pull away from yours, a small tsk of disapproval coming from him when you try to move your own away. 

“No, no. Keep playing.” You replace your hands, doing a shittier job without Jungkook’s help but that clearly doesn’t matter anymore. Your eyes stare down at the glowing game, the flashing lights blurring together, your mind going fuzzy as you feel Jungkook’s hands slide up your thighs. His fingers trace the pockets of your jeans, slowly inching higher until he feels the sliver of skin of your stomach, slipping under the hem of your cropped tee. “I know you’re thinking about me. About us. Am I right?”

His fingers tickle your skin, making you squirm against him, a small smile spreading on your lips. “Yes,” you breathe out, the metallic clanking of the ball blending in with the next song playing on the jukebox. 

“And what are we doing?” Taehyung speaks now, tongue gently playing with his lip ring, his eyes landing on Jungkook’s hands. His teasing touches get a little bolder, slipping higher up your shirt until he reaches right underneath your boob, fingertips tracing along your skin. “Touching you? Just like Jungkook is?”

“No, you’re doing way more than that.” They both chuckle now, Jungkook’s hands sliding back down to firmly grip your hips, pulling them right back into his own, letting you feel the slowly growing bulge against his jeans. 

“We can make that happen. Right Tae?” 

Taehyung’s standing right beside you now, his hand reaching up to gently lift your chin up, half lidded eyes looking down at you as he inches closer, his lips ghosting over your own. “Definitely. She just has to say the word. Are you gonna let us share you, baby?”

You feel trapped, in the best way possible. Jungkook’s fingers dig into your skin, his lips brushing against your hair, Taehyung slowly tilting your head higher until you’re closing the distance between you. He hums softly against your lips, hands gliding along your jaw until he’s cupping the side of your neck and deepening the kiss. His lip ring feels cool against you, savoring the feeling, taking it a step further as your tongue teasingly swipes against his lip. He chuckles as he feels it, pulling away with a small string of spit connecting your lips. 

“You have to use your words. Doesn’t she Jungkookie?”

Jungkook’s hand releases your hip, coming up to grip your cheeks and turn your head to face him. His eyes fall on the way your lips glimmer, the small sheen of the kiss you just shared with Tae lingering on your skin. “What do you say?”

Your gaze falls onto his own lips too, staring at the two hoops hugging his bottom lip, looking just as inviting as his friend’s did. “Share me,” you whisper, “do whatever you want with me.”

He smirks at that, nose scrunching up slightly before he’s leaning in and kissing you too. Jungkook’s kissing is slower than Taehyung, lips moving in a teasing manner, leaving you wanting more, a small gasp spilling out of your mouth when he gently bites on your lower lip, tugging it back before letting it go. “Just needed to have a taste too. Let's go?”

Everything seems to blur together after you nod in agreement, Taehyung leading the way out with Jungkook still glued behind you as his hands continue to roam your body. You barely register Jace asking where you’re all going, barely paying any attention to anything other than the feeling of Jungkook kissing your neck, letting Taehyung say whatever he wants to him before he’s grabbing both your hands and pulling you out of the bar entirely. 

Nothing seems to slow down until you’re crawling into the backseat of Taehyung’s car, giggling as Jungkook clambers in behind you, his grabby hands landing a playful smack onto your butt as Tae settles into the driver’s seat. 

“How far are we?” you breathe out, leaning back into the seat as you stare at him through the rear mirror. 

“15 minutes. 10 if I’m determined enough.” You hum in response, gently biting your bottom lip as your hand trails along the seat, slowly closing the distance between you and Jungkook. The blonde boy stares down at the movement, watching with curiosity as your fingers trace the pocket seams of his jeans, inching closer until they’re ghosting the growing bulge at the front. 

“Take your time Tae, she’ll have her hands occupied.” Jungkook wears a proud smile as he stares at you, eyes flickering back to his jeans when he feels you eagerly tugging at the zipper. 

“And mouth,” you giggle, squealing when Taehyung suddenly accelerates the car, clearly in a haste to get home. Taehyung’s hands grip the steering wheel tight, knuckles paling as he hears everything. He doesn’t need to look back to know exactly what was happening, can hear it clearly as Jungkook groans out, the messy sound of you spitting onto his cock, the soft curses spilling out of his friend’s mouth when you finally wrap your mouth around him. It takes all of his self control to not run any red lights and even more of it to not pull over into some random dark street to join in. He wanted to properly enjoy this and no way in hell would three people crammed in the back seat be fun. 

“Feel good?” you whisper, eyes fluttering up at Jungkook, lips shiny and looking enticing as you smirk. Your hands are slick with spit, helping your palm glide up to jerk him off as you playfully kiss his swollen tip, tongue flicking against it to collect the beads of precum dripping out. 

“So good,” he hisses out, hand reaching forward to cup your cheek tenderly. His mouth drops open, the prettiest moaning spilling out when you sink back down, cheeks hollowed out as you suck. “So fucking good”

You laugh around his cock, teasing vibrations making him shiver as he melts into the seats, hips gently rutting up as best as he could, desperately needing more. That’s when his eyes roam upwards, locking onto Taehyung’s eyes, seeing the slight pinch between his eyebrows as he meets his gaze. 

“Feeling left out?” Jungkook jokes, head tilting to the side, eyes fluttering shut when you continue bobbing your head, tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

“A little, yeah.” Taehyung can’t look away now, even as the light turns green, a light laugh escapes him when he realizes how badly he wishes he could switch places with Jungkook right now. The slurps and muffled gags coming from the back let him know just how determined you were to make Jungkook feel good, and it was making his own cock throb in his jeans. 

“We’re almost at our place, then you’ll let him feel how good your mouth is, right baby?” You hum against his length and Jungkook moans again, head falling back against the headrest, sending Taehyung a wink before his hand comes to rest on your head. 

“I can give him a taste right now,” you giggle as you pull off of Jungkook, turning to look at Taehyung with a devious smile. “Should I hop into the passenger seat and have some fun with you?”

“Unless you’re trying to kill us all you better not. I’ll be patient, baby.” The rasp in his voice shows how badly he’s fighting himself as he turns you down, his foot pressing harder into the gas, flying through the street as you laugh and resume your antics. He doesn’t feel bad as he parks horribly into the first spot he finds, doesn’t care when he yanks open the back door—seeing you with a mouth full of Jungkook's cock—and pulls you out, because his only goal is getting you all into the apartment. 

“Someone's not as patient as they said,” you snort, leaning back into his touch as you step into their place. Taehyung’s arms are wrapped around you, hooked around your stomach as he leans forward and kisses your neck gently. Jungkook stumbles in a few feet behind, still trying to adjust himself in his jeans as he enters his place too. 

“It’s not nice being left out,” he mumbles into your skin, hands gliding across your body, fingers playing with the button of your jeans for a moment before gliding down your thighs in a teasing motion. 

“Yeah? Want me to make it up to you?” Your hands reach behind you, gliding up his thighs until your fingers are gently tracing the bulge in his jeans, hearing the soft hiss he lets out against your ear. 

“Yeah,” he rasps out, smiling as his eyes meet Jungkook’s. “But we need to give Jungkook a taste of his own medicine.”

“Oh?” you breathe out, your own gaze landing on Jungkook, seeing the way he stands a few feet away with a smirk on his lips. His eyes twinkle with something you can’t exactly pinpoint, not until Taehyung speaks once more. 

“Jungkook likes to watch, so I guess it’s not really punishment.” You can feel Taehyung’s smile against your neck as he presses another soft kiss to your skin before trailing back up until his lips are ghosting your ear. “Are you okay with that?”

A shaky breath escapes you at his words, nodding slowly while Jungkook’s smile widens. “Yes.”

You can only imagine how often they do this from how smoothly they both move, Taehyung’s hands roaming your body while he kisses your neck as he leads you to his bedroom. Before you know it you’re dropping back onto his bed, resting on your elbows, feeling the mattress sinking around you as he kneels between your legs, large hands cupping your jaw as he slots your lips together. The tinge of alcohol is still present on your tongues and as you deepen the kiss your nose bumps into his and he hisses softly. 

“Sorry,” you whisper out with a giggle, feeling him tilt your head up to properly stare at him. His eyes look dark now, half lidded as his thumb rubs your bottom lip with a small smirk on his face. He only shakes his head in response before kissing you once more, lips softly trailing down your jaw and neck, pushing you back until you’re flat on his bed. 

A gasp hits the air as he starts to suck on your skin, his large palms gliding up your stomach until he’s sliding under your shirt. Your hands instinctively find his head, fingers grabbing his hair as he continues down. 

A creak from the side grabs your attention, eyes panning over until you meet Jungkook’s stare. He’s sat on a small velvet chair off to the side, leaning forward with his hands resting off of his knees, a small tilt to his head as he watches it all unfold. When Taehyung manages to push your shirt up, lips ghosting your skin until his tongue is gently flicking over your nipple and a choked moan spills from your mouth, you see the way Jungkook swallows and readjusts in his seat. 

“I told you he likes to watch,” Taehyung rasps out, lips shiny with saliva, a smile spreading on his face as his eyes meet Jungkook’s before looking back at you. “Do you want to watch him touch himself?”

Excitement flares up within you at his question, a quick nod of your head being the only response you can actually give, hearing Taehyung chuckle. “Well, there needs to be a bit more happening before he gets there. Ask him what he wants to see, baby.” His mouth returns to your skin, continuing its path down your body in open mouth kisses that have goosebumps spreading as a chill runs through you. 

“W-what do you want to see Jungkook?” you gasp out, eyes locked onto the blonde boy and seeing how his tongue prods against his cheek. 

“I wanna see him make you cum. I bet you’d look really pretty, and I have front row seats.” He smiles now as he settles back into the chair, eyes moving to see Taehyung’s hands slowly start to unbutton your jeans. “Let me see him fuck you.”

You can’t help the whimper that you let out at his tone, his eyes lighting up with desire when you nod in agreement. He bites down on his lower lip when you raise up your hips, letting Taehyung pull your pants down as you yank your top fully off, a small pile of your shoes and clothes joining the floor before he kisses your thighs. 

Your body shivers as Taehyung’s palms glide between your thighs, gently spreading them apart as he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to your mound. “Taehyung,” you gasp out as his tongue licks along your slit, his eyes falling shut as he hums in satisfaction. “I want you to fuck me, please.”

The vibrations of his laughter is felt against your skin, his mouth gently wrapped around your clit as his tongue teasingly flicks against the bundle of nerves for a brief moment. “Hm, you’re impatient. I wanted to get a good taste of you. You really wanna see Jungkook touch himself huh?”

“Maybe,” you laugh, not an ounce of shame in your voice as you stare at Taehyung, giggling when he gently nips at your inner thigh. You don’t realize how exposed you really are until Taehyung leans back, standing up from the bed, still fully clothed. The only article of clothing Jungkook had taken off was his flannel, tossed to the side, exposing his arms which you hadn’t noticed were covered in tattoos. Their eyes look hungry as they take you in, eagerly roaming your body like you were their next meal and you love every minute of it. 

“Show me what I wanna see too, Jungkook,” you breathe out, slowly turning over in bed to properly look at him. His eyes trail over the curve of your hip when you turn over, following the slope of your ass when you arch your back as you lean across the bed towards him on your hands and knees. His smirk deepens now, hands going to the button of his jeans, slowly undoing them and sliding down the zipper. 

“Give her what she wants and I will too,” Taehyung chuckles out, finally tugging off his shirt and jeans, the pile of clothes growing on the floor. As you look behind your shoulder, you see him kneel back on the bed, a shiny condom wrapper in his hand. A few tattoos litter his body, random patchwork style pieces on his stomach and arms. He sends you a wink as he rips it open, slowly sliding it on his cock with a soft sigh, his eyes focusing on the beautiful position you’re in. 

His hands slide down your back, gripping your hips before sliding down the curve of your ass and dipping between your thighs. As his fingers trail along your entrance, he hums in pleasure when he feels just how wet you’ve gotten already. “I wanted to stretch you out first for me,” he groans as he wraps his hand around his length, circling the tip around your entrance. 

“I’ll be fine,”’you sigh out, arching your back further, focusing on the way Jungkook pulls his own cock out of his pants, already hard and leaking precum. “You’ll take care of me.”

Taehyung smiles at that, slowly pushing his hips forward until he’s sinking into your heat. His mouth drops open at the feeling, your walls fluttering around his length as they adjust to his size, his hands gripping your hips. “We’ll take good care of you baby.”

You mewl underneath him, eyes falling shut as he fills you up, each inch making your hands clutch the sheets. You probably should’ve let him take the time to stretch you out properly, not realizing just how big he was until now. But once Jungkook noisily spits into his palm, rubbing along the head of his cock before spreading the mixture of precum and saliva down his length, you decide its worth it. 

“Fuck,” you moan out when he finally bottoms out, hips flush against your ass, fingers dimpling the skin of your hips. “I feel so full.”

Jungkook groans out at that, slowly pumping himself as he settles back into his seat. All he could focus on was the look of pleasure on your face, how you seemed to tremble, already overwhelmed with the feeling when Taehyung had just begun. 

Another shaky moan escapes you as Taehyung pulls back, giving you a second to prepare before he’s thrusting forward once more, setting a slow pace to allow you to adjust to his size. “Jungkook wants to see you cum baby. Let’s give him a show.”

Jungkook seems pleased at that, the slow jerk of his hand speeding up to match Taehyung’s thrusts, a hiss of pleasure spilling out of him as he tightens his grip on himself. The sounds of skin smacking together blends in with the wet thump of his palm and the pretty moans you let out.

It’s like all your senses are heightened, the touch of Taehyung’s palm on your back makes you jolt, allowing him to guide you further down until your chest is fully pressed into the sheets, ass perfectly arched in a visual that Jungkook appreciates. Each jagged breath the boys release hits your ears, the slow brewing pleasure warming you up from the inside, leaving you crying out with each thrust. 

“Feel good?” Taehyung grunts out, licking his lips as he quickens the pace, feeling the way your walls tighten further around him. He knew the answer already, could see the way your arousal was pooling around the base of his cock, dripping down your thighs and making a mess of his sheets. They must have really hit the jackpot with you if you were already enjoying yourself this much. 

“So good,” you mumble out, beginning to rut back into him, feeling him deeper than before. With each thrust he gives you feel him brush against the sweet patch inside you, something he catches on to the second he feels the way you gush around his cock. “Oh fuck, right there.”

“Yeah?” He fucks you with precision, making sure to hit the right spot each time, a wicked smile on his lips when you slur out another curse word, burying your face into the sheets. That just wouldn’t do, not when his best friend wanted to see your pretty face. “No no, baby. Remember, Jungkook wants to see you.”

A choked moan fills the air as Taehyung reaches forward, large palm collecting your hair into his grip and tugging back until you have no choice but to lift yourself up again. The pressure on your scalp makes your whole body tingle, brows pinched together as your hand reaches back to grip his wrist, softly rubbing his skin to let him know this was okay. 

“Such a pretty girl,” Jungkook moans out, jaw slack as his eyes roam your body, thumb teasingly rubbing against his slit when you mewl at his compliment. Something about the hungry look in his eyes as he takes you in makes your breath hitch, a trail of fire traveling down your body with his gaze, nearly crying when his eyes focus on the visual of Taehyungs cock fucking into you, and suddenly Taehyung’s free hand was circling around you to reach your sensitive clit. 

“Oh my god,” you moan out, shaky and oh so desperate it sends a chill down Jungkook’s spine, his fist slowing down as he leans forward and lets a glob of spit land on the head of his cock before he’s spreading it down his length. You weren’t sure what to focus on anymore, your heart racing in your chest as your eyes tried to take in the sight of Jungkook, ears perking up with each rough breath Taehyung let out by your ear. 

“You’re doing so well,” he groans out, gently kissing the side of your head, hips never slowing down. “I'm close baby, but I wanna feel you cum around me first.” Something about his tone makes your insides melt, a slight whine to his words that show just how much he was truly enjoying it. It leaves you only able to respond with a shaky nod, already teetering so close to the edge with the way his deft fingers were circling your clit. 

A deeper moan spills out of him when your walls start to tighten further, his jaw clenched together as the pleasure flowed through him. He’d be lying if he said they didn’t do this often, but tonight felt like such a special treat, and he was already hoping it wouldn’t come to an end. With the way your moans get breathier, trailing off as you slur out that you’re close, he knows he can’t prolong this further so he chooses to remember it as best as he can. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you chant, eyes fluttering shut as your mouth drops open. Your body tensing first, bracing for the release that felt so close you could practically taste it. Taehyung wasn’t far behind, thrusts becoming more shallow, quicker bursts of energy that left stars flashing behind your lids. Soft words of praise are whispered in your ear, begging you to cum, quickening the tight circles around your swollen clit, fingers coated in your wetness. 

“Cum for us Y/N,” Jungkook groans out, hungry gaze locked onto your body. That’s the final straw, your orgasm washing over you in waves, walls spasming around Taehyung’s cock as you milked his own orgasm from him. He curses under his breath at the feeling, hand gently releasing your hair as your ride your climax, dropping back down to rest your face in the sheets and clutch on to them while he fucked you through it. 

The hold he has on your hips makes you wince slightly, already knowing you’ll bruise, but when you weakly turn your head to look back, the sight of him makes it all worth it. The prettiest pout is on his face, brows pinched together as he moans out your name, eyes focused on the messy view between your thighs. All it takes is a few more thrusts before he’s cumming too, hips flush against yours as he relishes in the feeling. 

It feels like you can barely register what's happening as you come down from euphoria, thighs trembling as he pulls out of you, eyes slowly roaming the room before you’re glancing to the side, surprised to see Jungkook sat on the chair with his cock still hard while his hand firmly gripped the base of it. 

“You didn’t—you didn’t cum,” you manage to breathe out, a cute pout of disappointment on your lips that makes him grin as he releases his cock. Your eyes lock in on his palm, how its shiny with spit and precum, the same precum that was currently beading on the head of his cock, still aching for his release. 

“Watching you was just the warm up. I wanna feel you properly, need to know how your pussy feels when you cum around me. Then I’ll cum.” He’s leaning forward now, resting his elbows on his knees as he analyzes your face. You look absolutely disheveled, and if you were tapping out after just having Taehyung that would be completely fine with him. He knew how to handle himself, already knowing you definitely wouldn’t mind watching him put on a show for you too. But as Taehyung moves around behind you, crawling on the bed until his back is resting against the headboard, hands beckoning you over to lay against him, Jungkook sees the way your face lights up with excitement at continuing this. 

“Mm, what are you waiting for then?” Your lips pull into a smirk as you lift yourself up, crawling over to Taehyung and giggling as he grabs your hips and maneuvers you just the way they want you. Jungkook just watches on with a smile, hooded eyes trailing down your body, seeing Taehyung’s hands wrap around your waist as he lays you flat against his chest, your tits rising with each breath, legs slowly sliding open until he’s granted the beautiful sight between them. He damn near groans when he sees the mess between your thighs, a sheen of wetness coating your skin, pussy already swollen from Taehyung’s cock, ready for more. 

Jungkook gets up now, finally fully taking off his clothes, tossing them without a care as he reaches the end of the bed. You take this moment to properly drool over him, seeing the dark tattoos marking his arms, trailing down onto his stomach, perfectly adorning his abs. The cherry on top is the shiny silver hoop latched in his bellybutton, something you definitely did not expect him to have—and you also didn’t expect to find it this hot. 

“What's got you so dazed sweetheart?” Jungkook chuckles, kneeling onto the bed and slowly crawling over to you. 

“I’m just really hoping this isn’t some sick dream and I’m actually passed out at that dirty ass bar.” You feel Taehyung’s chest rumble with a laugh behind you, his hands gently tracing along your stomach, making goosebumps spread on your skin. 

“No, it’s definitely not a dream,” Jungkook sighs, a charming smile on his lips when he finally reaches you. His hands softly trail up your legs, making their way up your body. That’s when one of Taehyung’s hands leaves your waist, reaching to the side before he’s handing Jungkook something. Excitement blooms inside you once more when Jungkook grabs the condom wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth, his ego growing slightly when he sees just how locked in you are. 

Your teeth bite down on your lower lip as he grabs his cock, slowly rolling the condom on with a soft sigh before looking back at you and giving you a wink. His hands land on your thighs once more, pushing them further apart so he could properly slot between them, a satisfied hum escaping him at his point of view. 

“Keep them spread like this for me,” he murmurs out, thumb rubbing along your thigh. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll help.” Taehyung kisses the side of your head before his hands reach down and grip your thighs, successfully spreading them open. A squeal leaves your mouth at the action,, and the way Jungkook’s face lights up makes your cheeks burn, feeling way more exposed than before. 

You can only hold your breath as he inches forward, feeling the weight of his cock resting on top of your folds, the wetness from the condom sending a shiver down your spine. He hums under his breath as he slowly thrusts forward, nudging against your sensitive clit and chuckling when you gasp. 

“Jungkook,” you groan, hands reaching out to grip onto his shoulders. “Don’t tease me, please.”

He lets your arms pull him closer, his eyes falling onto your lips, seeing the small pout etched onto them and he just has to kiss it away. 

“Sorry, you’re right,” he mumbles against your lips, kissing them once more and pulling back slightly. His gaze is locked onto yours as he grabs his cock, leading it to your entrance, seeing the way your eyes widen as he starts to push into you. 

Taehyung soothes you with his touch when you moan out, mumbling praise into your ear as Jungkook sinks further into you. You had already been stretched out, but Jungkook’s cock was thicker than Taehyung’s was, making a home between your walls with a pleasurable burn. 

“Fuck,” you groan, nails digging into his shoulders when his hips press flush against yours. Jungkook hisses when your walls flutter around his length, jaw dropping open as he looks down to where you two connect, slowly pulling back before thrusting forward. 

“It’s like you were made for us,” he moans, picking up his speed, his hands gripping onto your hips to keep your body from jostling up the bed. Jungkook honestly isn’t sure how long he’ll last, he had been purposefully edging himself the entire time he watched Taehyung fuck you, letting himself get a small taste before pulling away. Now that your warmth is enveloping him and your whimpers are filling the air, he knows his orgasm is gonna creep up on him. 

“I think so too,” you giggle, your hands trailing up his shoulders and up his neck, tangling your fingers into his long hair and giving it a gentle tug. “I’m gonna need you both to fuck me like this all the time.”

Taehyung chuckles behind you, his own eyes focusing on the view of Jungkook’s cock splitting you open. “Oh we can definitely do that,” he murmurs into your hair, spreading your thighs further apart and relishing in the mewl you let out as Jungkook reaches further inside of you. 

“Are you sure you can handle us all the time, baby? You make it so hard, we won’t be able to keep our hands to ourselves if you let us, and I don’t think you can keep up.” You’re not sure you can keep up either, you were barely holding it together after Taehyung made you cum, and being sandwiched between them both now was making you feel light headed in the best way possible. Yet they seemed ready to keep going, surely prepared for as many rounds as you’d be willing. 

“Don’t care,” you whine out at a particular roll of his hips, pulling him closer to you, focusing on the glint of his lip rings as he swipes his tongue over them. “You make me feel so good, you can do whatever you want to me.”

It's the feeling of your second orgasm that has you speaking deliriously, spewing out the first things that come to mind—but you know you mean it. Taehyung and Jungkook could have you any way they pleased. 

Jungkook seems to like what you said, a groan spilling out before he’s crashing your lips together in a heated kiss. It was dangerous for you to say things like that to him, to sound so open and willing in that breathy tone, he would take it and run with it. As your fingers gently rake through his hair, all he can think about is every single scenario he could possibly have you like this. With a swipe of your tongue against his lip rings, he’s picturing you bent over the living room couch, sucking off Taehyung as he fucked you from behind and he has to stop himself before be gets too carried away. 

He fucks you harder now, steady rocks of his hips making your body jostle against Taehyung’s, moaning into your mouth as you yank his hair back and bite onto his lower lip. His eyes are lidded as they stare at you, breathing heavily as his mind starts to cloud over, lower lip shiny with spit as you let it snap back. You’re positive you look just as lust crazed as him, pupils blown out, skin tacky with sweat, heart hammering in your chest as sparks of pleasure exploded with each thrust. 

“Wanna cum,” you mumble out, breath hitching as he rolls his hips, angling them just right to hit your gspot, smirking when he knows he’s found it. His hand comes up to cup your face, thumb swiping your cheek with tenderness that didn’t match his thrusts. 

“Mm, I wanna feel you. C’mon baby.” His voice is raspy, a slight whine at the end that has your walls fluttering around him. 

“I think she needs help,” Taehyung chuckles, grabbing your hands and moving it to replace his own, keeping your thighs nice and spread while his long fingers slither down your torso. You wait with baited breath as he trails them down, a throaty moan filling the air as they meet your clit once more. “Just like that right?”

Jungkook laughs under his breath at Taehyung’s teasing tone, finger rubbing at your bottom lip, eyes sparkling when your tongue swipes at it before you’re wrapping your lips around his thumb and sucking. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he rasps out, the wet squelch of his cock fucking into you mixing with the creaking of the bed. 

Your stomach hiccups as you moan around his finger, body writhing around as the pleasure starts to overwhelm you. Taehyung knows exactly what to do to push you closer to the edge, fingers slick with your arousal as he circles your clit, his other arm draped across your stomach to hold you in place. You warble out another moan when he presses down onto your lower stomach, turning your mind into mush when the pressure lets you feel the tip of Jungkook’s cock prodding against you. 

“Oh shit,” he marvels, eyes wide as he looks down at his palm before meeting Jungkook’s stare. “This is so fucking hot.” 

Without a second thought, Jungkook pulls his finger out of your mouth, quickly bringing his own palm beside Taehyung’s, jaw dropping open when he feels it himself, the coil in his stomach tightening up when your tummy bulges out every so slightly. “I told you, this pussy was made for us.” You whine out weakly at that, nodding along as you turn your head to the side. Jungkook doesn’t allow it though, hand grabbing your cheeks to turn you back to him. “You wanna see me cum yeah?” When you nod again, breathing heavy as your orgasm climbs up your spine, he smiles down at you. “Cum for me.”

Your eyes are locked onto his, fingers digging into your own thighs as the pleasure sets in, each flick of Taehyung’s fingers adding fire to the flame until it all boils over with a precise thrust from Jungkook. As his cock rubs along that spongy patch inside of you a gasp cuts into the air, your mouth dropping open as your body tenses up. Jungkook curses under his breath when your walls tighten around him, fucking you faster as you cream his cock. 

Taehyung is relentless as he continues to rub circles around your clit, enjoying the way you whimper and spasm above him, knowing you enjoy it too much with the way you lean back into him. 

“Just like fucking heaven,” Jungkook groans, leaning over you fully now as he lets himself get lost in the pleasure. His arms cage you in on either side as his hips move languidly, not at all afraid of being vocal as he whines out over how good you feel, making your stomach flip with each muttered praise. 

As Taehyung finally retreats his hand you’re able to think properly, the slight haze clearing from your mind as you take in the sight of Jungkook above you. His hair's hanging down the sides of his face, thick brows pinched together to make the prettiest scowl you’ve ever seen. As your eyes trail down his body, they focus on the damn belly ring he has, seeing the way his abs contract with each thrust. That alone has you craving another round already. 

“Give me what I want Jungkook,” you whisper out, purposefully tightening around him, rhythmic pulses that have him choking on his breath. He can only nod now, chest hiccuping as the familiar feeling starts to drape over him, making his skin tingle as his thrusts grow sloppy. Quick, shallow rolls of his hips have you mewling beneath him, releasing your thighs so you could wrap your legs around his hips, urging him even closer than before. 

As his eyes lock into yours, seeing the dreamy look you have, it sends him over the edge. His hips stutter for a moment as his orgasm washes over him, a strained moan of your name reaching your ears as he cums into the condom before he’s delivering another burst of thrusts, milking his own orgasm to feel the pleasurable oversensitivity. 

“Holy shit,” he breathes out, hips coming to a stop deep inside of you. Your hands come up to cup his face, the both of you smiling before you start to giggle. The crinkles by his eyes deep as he joins in, leaning in to kiss you again, only pulling away as he pulls out of you. 

“I’m gonna be so fucking sore,” you whine out as your legs drop back onto the mattress, squealing when Jungkook flips you over, making you face to face with Taehyung and that cheeky smile he has on. 

“Jungkook’s really good at massages,” he sings out, his hand cupping your chin before he’s giving you a kiss as well. Your eyes fall shut as his lips move against yours, soft and gentle without the rush from before. Before you can pull away to call his bluff, Jungkook’s reaching forward and massaging your thighs, fingers expertly digging into your skin to rub out the sore muscles. 

“Oh my god,” you moan against Taehyung’s lips, letting yourself turn to jelly against his chest as Jungkook’s hands travel further up your body, taking his sweet time.

“Tae told you we’d take good care of you,” Jungkook sighs as he reaches your shoulders, smiling when you groan out at the pressure. “He wasn’t lying.”

You laugh against Tae’s skin, “I don’t know, it feels like you guys are just buttering me up to go again.”

“Can we not just be trying to relax you?” Taehyung laughs out, beginning to grow comfortable with the position you’re in. 

“That’d be a lot more believable if I couldn’t feel your boner against me.” Jungkook cackles at that, his hands coming to a stop as he drops his forehead to rest on your back, hearing both your laughs join in. As Taehyung tries to weakly defend himself he pulls away, properly disposing of the condom before coming back to sit beside his best friend. 

“Taehyung’s boner aside, we’d really like it if you stayed the night.” He rakes his hair off his face, fiddling with his lip rings in a nervous manner that has your heart swooning. How he could look so shy after everything that had just transpired was a mystery to you. It’s a complete contrast to the confident smile Taehyung has, his hands coming up to play with your hair as he slouches further back against the headboard. 

“Sure, on one condition.” They both perk up at that, leaning in to you with thoughtful faces. “We have to do this again tomorrow morning.”

The nerves are wiped off Jungkook entirely now, a smirk on his lips as he nods in agreement, watching with amusement when Taehyung flips you over, playfully rolling on top of you as he starts to kiss your neck. “Why wait until the morning, the nights still young,” he says between kisses, smiling as you scream out a laugh of his name. 

As Jungkook looks through the window beside the headboard, he spots the sky beginning to turn colors as dawn approaches. With another glance towards you, he sees your eyes shut as you breathe out a moan when Taehyung gently sucks at the spot beneath your ear, your arm reaching out to paw at the bed until your palm is meeting Jungkook’s thigh. It’s almost comical how easily his body reacts to your touch, his cock twitching back to life as you give him a squeeze, pure trouble floating in your eyes when you open them up to stare at him. 

Technically, it is tomorrow morning.

#jungkook smut #taehyung smut #new

[scribbledghost]

yautja x reader suggestion: human gamer introducing their yautja friend to video games. perhaps sonic adventure 2

He's confused.

So very, very confused.

Especially with more PG games like Sonic, where defeat means you lose some rings or just pass out instead of being relieved of your skull and spine.

He does sort of appreciate Shadow though. He'll never admit it, but he does.

He also has a fascination with the Chaos. Again, he will never admit this.

He's a little more in-tune with more violent/bloody games like, say, more recent Mortal Kombat or God of War.

At least with those, he can see the appeal (though the appeal for him is probably rather different than the appeal for you).

As evidenced by the borderline giddy clicking of his mandibles whenever there's a particularly gory and bloody victory over an enemy.

But he still can't quite comprehend why you'd choose virtual, no-risk violence as opposed to a "true hunt".

"Why do you spend time doing this as opposed to a hunt??"

"Because it's fun. And going out and doing a real hunt is dangerous."

"????? Yes. That's the point."

Again, video games and much of ooman culture is just super confusing to him. But he tries to understand it, for you.

#yautja #yautja x reader #Predator #predator x reader #Ghost scribbles

[girl-next-door-writes]

Because

Characters: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary:  When Eddie spots a familiar face in the crowd of a concert, he can’t help but feel it’s a sign.

Word Count: 1116 word

Prompt: Flirting then realising feelings have been caught. Tugging you closer by your waist. Intermission at a show. “You’re so cute, you know that?”

A/N: This is the seventh of my Build-A-Festive-Fics so thank you to the lovely anon who put these prompts together for my first request for my favourite metalhead.

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The air puled with anticipation as the crowd converged in front of the stage. The hum of excitement, clinking of chains and other metal accessories were momentarily drowned out by the roar of guitar riffs and insane vocals of the warm-up act. The walls reverberated with the promise of a night filled with raw energy and intense music.

The scent of leather and sweat was heady in the sea of black t-shirts, which seemed to be the unofficial uniform of the band’s fans. The elaborate arrangement of speakers, amplifiers and drum kits littered the stage, creating an altar for the adoring metalheads to worship at. The stage lights cast an otherworldly glow, creating an atmosphere that was both electrifying and mysterious, an effect enhanced by the overuse of smoke machines and somewhat in contrast to the festive decorations strewn about the venue.  

As the lights dim, a surge of adrenaline courses through the crowd. The murmurs evolve into roars of excitement as the band takes the stage, greeted by a sea of raised devil horns and the rhythmic pounding of fists against chests. The first strike of the drum sends shockwaves through the place, signaling the beginning of an auditory assault.

The mosh pit swiftly became a chaotic ballet of bodies. Fans colliding and swirling in a whirlwind of limbs, guided by the primal rhythm of the music. Those on the periphery headbang with fervor as strobe lights flashed and the occasional burst of pyrotechnics punctuated the sonic landscape.

Amid the chaos and the cacophony, Eddie caught sight of someone he wasn’t expecting to cross paths with at a place like this. A smile tugged at his lips as he continued to bounce with the music, his eyes now firmly following your movements, rather than focusing on the stage.

As the final notes of a particularly exuberant version of Rudolph reverberated through the venue, there was a collective pause, a moment of shared exhaustion and exhilaration. The crowd, now hoarse from singing along and bodies weary from the frenzy, erupts into cheers and applause.

“We’re gonna take a break, but we’ll be back in twenty!” One of the band members yelled into the microphone to be heard, and the crowd seemed to move as one, now swelling towards the nearest bar.

Eddie's grin widened as he navigated the sea of concertgoers to stand beside you. The pulsating energy of the music still lingered in the air as he leaned in to be heard over the din.

"Couldn't resist the call of the metal, could you?" Eddie teased, his eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and genuine happiness at finding you in the midst of the crowd.

You laughed, the shared experience of the concert already creating a bond between you. "Well, it's not every day you get the chance to hear these guys."

His hand came to rest on your waist, it felt warm and reassuring amidst the chaotic surroundings. "Guess you’re just drawn to good music and even better company," he replied, his playful smirk softened by a hint of sincerity.

As the crowd continued to disperse toward the bar and other corners of the venue during the intermission, Eddie led you to a quieter spot near the edge of the room. The distant murmur of the band preparing for the next set provided a temporary reprieve, allowing the two of you to catch your breath.

"So, what brings you to this metal mayhem tonight?" Eddie asked, his gaze fixed on yours, hoping that you weren’t on a date and that some big butch bloke was about to appear with a drink for you and a disapproving look for him.

You shrugged, enjoying the slight flirtatious edge to Eddie’s tone. "Just felt like losing myself in the music for a while. And hey, it looks like I'm not the only one."

Eddie chuckled, his fingers idly tracing small circles on your waist. "Well, lucky for me, I found someone worth losing myself with."

The compliment hung in the air, and a subtle warmth crept into your cheeks. “That was quite smooth, for you, Munson.”

He clutched his chest, as if wounded by your words, and action which elicited a peal of laughter from you that made his heart race.

This was the dance the two of you had been doing for a while now, him flirting outrageously with you and you finding his theatrics amusing while failing to see the sincerity. Somewhere in the middle of him just trying to make you laugh, Eddie realised he actually really liked you, liked being the reason for your smile, liked that you didn’t pull away from him when he touched you.

"You've got a strange sense of humor, you know that?" you teased, a playful glint still present in your gaze.

Eddie smirked, not missing a beat. "Strange? I think you mean irresistible."

As your laughter rang out once again, Eddie's lips curved into a genuine smile as he just looked at you. For a moment, the flirtatious banter ceased. The air between you held a newfound tension, not born out of jest but out of the unspoken truth that had started to weave its way through your interaction. The line between playful banter and genuine affection had blurred, and Eddie found himself genuinely captivated by you.

As he looked into your eyes, Eddie felt a shift in the dynamics of your interaction. The touch on your waist, once a playful gesture, now held a hint of tenderness. He didn't want to be just the reason for your laughter; he wanted to be the reason your heart raced, the reason you felt a connection that went beyond the lighthearted banter.

The moment was broken as the crowd seemed to swell back towards the stage, a rather large guy bumping you, causing you to stumble. Your hands came to rest on Eddie’s chest as his rested on your waist, trying to steady you.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” He murmured, almost to himself as his eyes met yours.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Munson.” You hummed, making no attempt to move.

A mischievous grin pulled at his lips, and he tugged you closer, chuckling to himself as he saw your eyes widen in surprise at his move. “Figured I’d keep you close, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want you to get trampled in the mosh pit.”

“Yeah, sure, has absolutely nothing to do with just wanting to keep me close.”

“Can’t it be both?” He grinned, dragging you back into the crowd, ready for the music to take hold again, hoping he could work up the courage to cross that line from playful flirting to something a little more.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #build a festive fic #gndw fic

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Eggman: You wanna fight?! You got one!

Reader: Okay! *raises fists

Chaos Sonic runs in, scoops Reader up in their arms, and runs away carrying them

Eggman:

Eggman: What?

#chaos sonic #eggman #x reader #Isekai #sonic prime

[atomicwrite]

Hello is it possible if I can have the boys reacting to their s/o (gender neutral) being able to do chaos control without a chaos emerald thx

Sureee, tysm for your request! <3 <3

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Sonic:

Sonic would be amazed and impressed by your ability to do Chaos Control without a Chaos Emerald.

He would ask you how you discovered your powers and if you've ever had any trouble controlling them.

Sonic would also be curious about how your powers work and would ask a lot of questions to try and understand them better.

He would be proud of you for having such a unique and powerful ability, and would love to train with you to see what kind of new moves and techniques you could develop together.

He would also be very protective of his partner, knowing that their unique ability could make them a target for those who seek power. He would always make sure they feel safe and supported.

Sonic would be more than willing to team up with his partner and use their combined abilities to take on any challenge that comes their way. He would see it as an opportunity for some epic adventures and thrilling battles.

Shadow:

Shadow would be surprised and intrigued by your ability to do Chaos Control without a Chaos Emerald, since he's the only one he knows who has this power.

He would likely ask you to show him your powers in action and would want to know every detail about how you discovered your powers and how you control them.

Shadow would be impressed by your abilities and would want to work with you to develop new techniques and strategies to use in battle.

He would be cautious, however, since he knows firsthand how dangerous Chaos Control can be if not used correctly.

Despite his competitive nature, Shadow is also very supportive and proud of you.

Shadow would see his partner's power as a valuable asset and would be more inclined to work with them closely in their battles against foes. He would trust their abilities and rely on them as a capable and formidable ally. He thinks you have a bright future ahead of you and encourages you to keep honing your skills.

Silver:

Silver would be excited and amazed to discover that you can do Chaos Control without a Chaos Emerald, since he comes from a future where Chaos Emeralds are extremely scarce.

He would ask you all sorts of questions about how you discovered your powers and how you control them.

Silver would be very supportive of your powers and would see them as a powerful tool in the fight to save the future.

Silver loves to watch you practice your chaos control, and he'll often offer tips and suggestions to help you improve.

He also thinks it's pretty cool that the two of you can use your chaos control abilities together to travel to new places and have all sorts of fun adventures.

Silver's kind-hearted nature would shine through as he showers his partner with affection and gratitude for their amazing ability. He would be unwavering in his support and would always stand by their side, ready to face any obstacle together.

#sonic x reader #silver the hedgehog x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #shadow the hedgehog x reader

[chaomother]

Can I have your hand in marriage sonic and go to a romantic beach as our honeymoon 🥺 /d

-💙

"You want our honeymoon on the beach?" Sonic echoed your words back to you, tapping his foot in thought. "We could go to the mountains! The gardens and fields! What about that infamous couple's theme-park you've always been bugging me to go to with you?"

You looked at him utterly dumbfounded, the words stringing from his mouth rapidly had you on edge. He hadn't even accepted your proposal, and it sounded as if he hated the idea of a beach honeymoon. Geez, how insensitive is your boyfriend sometimes?!

Discerning your wide-eyes, Sonic quickly scooped your hands up into his own. "What? I wasn't suggesting in place of the beach! I'm just saying, who says we have to have our honeymoon in one spot?"

"If you're marrying me, shouldn't we start off on some great adventures?" he adds in complacently, "and since you wanna marry me so bad, I should have some say!"

Sonic, your long-term boyfriend, couldn't help but give you a sly smirk as he pressed kisses against your hands cupped in his own.

#sonic the hedgehog x reader #chao interactions #sfw

[mayhem-things]

Euronymous x reader /Rory Culkin

1389 words

Topic: Euronymous and Y/N meet at a concert and soon they spend every second together until they admit their feelings in the woods

(This is only dedicated to the movie lord of chaos and not based on the real Øystein btw.)

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In the darkened corridors of the Norwegian music scene, a tale of passion and creativity unfolded. Øystein Aarseth, better known as Euronymous, a founding member of the influential black metal band Mayhem, crossed paths with a woman who would change his life forever. Her name was Y/N, a mysterious and enigmatic soul who was drawn to the allure of darkness and music.

She had always been captivated by the intensity and raw power of Mayhem's music. She saw in Euronymous a kindred spirit—a tormented artist seeking to push boundaries and create something truly groundbreaking. Little did she know that their paths would intertwine in a way that would ignite flames of both love and chaos.

One fateful evening, Y/N attended a Mayhem concert in Oslo, it was one of their first ones. As the band took the stage and unleashed their sonic assault, she found herself lost in the swirling maelstrom of sound. Amidst the chaos, her eyes met Euronymous's gaze, and in that moment, a connection was forged—a connection that went beyond the music.

After the show, she decided to approach Euronymous, her heart pounding in her chest while they loaded their equipment into their truck. She spoke of her admiration for his work, their shared passion for the macabre, and the desire to create something truly extraordinary. She couldn't help but compliment the unique and dark performance, describing it as if the underworld and taste of death fulfilled her soul in happiness. Euronymous, intrigued by her unwavering dedication, invited her to join him to his place. His eyes locked with hers and he looked down her frame, judging her appearance even further. His orbs couldn't hide the attraction he felt towards her and gladly she accepted his invitation.

They hit it off instantly and that night they shared all their thoughts and dreams of death, Satan and the dark hiding inside the souls of the two. It was like they were the same person, agreeing in all topics and as if they found some sort of soulmate. As the night found to an end Euronymous and Y/N exchanged numbers to stay in contact and so the next days they shared over text, calls and he would even invite her to get a taste of their unreleased soundtracks. With admiration she would eagerly listen to his passionate unique guitar riffs, her eyes following his slender pale hands placed on the instrument.

Days of spending together turned into weeks, and Y/N became an integral part of Mayhem's inner circle. She poured her creativity into the band, infusing her own dark melodies and haunting lyrics. Øystein was grateful to be in presence of her words and thoughts as he enjoyed every second of her attention. Her presence inspired Euronymous, pushing him to explore new territories and redefine the boundaries of black metal.

Under the cover of dawn, in the woods Euronymous and Y/N found themselves alone, their hearts heavy with unspoken desires, as they ran through the forest with no certain goal except for being free. The both of them felt heartaches almost as in sync because of their shared longing to finally admit to their feelings. The air crackled with tension as their eyes met, both realizing that the time had come to reveal the depths of their feelings, finally deepen their bond while overstepping the line of just being bandmates. They both came to an halt as she opened her mouth, thinking about how to phrase her words. Y/N, her voice trembling slightly, whispered,

"Øystein, there's something I need to tell you."

Her eyes, shimmering with a mix of nervousness and affection, bore into his soul. A wave of anticipation washed over them, their breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere. With a surge of courage, Y/N reached out, her hand gently cupping Euronymous's cheek. Her touch ignited a spark that traveled through both of their bodies, a current of electricity pulsing between them.

Leaning closer, their lips barely brushing, they indulged in the sweetness of the moment. Unexpectedly soft and tender, their kiss deepened, their mouths melding together in a symphony of passion and longing. The world around them faded away as they surrendered to the intensity of their emotions, their souls intertwining in an unbreakable bond.

Their kiss spoke volumes, a language of desire and understanding that words could never convey. With every breath they shared, the weight of their unspoken affections dissolved, replaced by a shared understanding that their hearts beat as one, not only for satanic black metal but for each other.

Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other's lips, a dance of fire and ice. They lost focus of their surrounding and so they tripped, falling to the ground in addition they lied between the green leaves of the forest. Their bodies pressed closer with Øystein on top of her, an embrace born from a connection that surpassed mere physical attraction. In that moment, their souls entwined, finding solace and completion in each other's presence, the kiss still going as they didn't care about anything else in the world right now.

As their lips reluctantly parted, they remained locked in a silent embrace, their foreheads resting against each other's. His hair was hanging in her face yet it wasn't bothering her at all. She raised her hand, not breaking the eye-contact while doing so, and brushed his strand of hair behind his ear to get an even better look of his facial features. Their eyes, now filled with a newfound clarity, mirrored the depth of their emotions.

"I love you, Øystein"

She whispered, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand emotions.

Euronymous, his eyes brimming with tenderness, replied, "And I love you, Y/N. You've awakened something within me that I thought was lost forever." His words admitted that he warmed up inside, feeling like he hasn't in a long time. He always claimed to have no friends in addition from pushing any feelings away, however he couldn't ignore the emotion of feeling drawn to her or the way he longed for her lips to meet his.

Their words hung in the air, sealing their connection with an invisible bond. In that moment, they knew that their love was a force to be reckoned with—a flame that would burn brightly, defying the darkness that surrounded them.

But as their love blossomed, so did the dark forces that surrounded them. Jealousy and resentment seeped into the hearts of some of their fellow bandmates. They couldn't bear the thought of Euronymous sharing his creative spotlight with anyone else, especially a girl who could potentially kill their image of being cruel and heartless.

The tensions reached a boiling point one night when Mayhem's rehearsal session took a tragic turn. A violent confrontation erupted between Euronymous and the enraged jealous Varg, resulting in Euronymous's untimely death. Devastated by the loss, Y/N was left shattered, her dreams of creating something extraordinary ripped away from her.

In the aftermath, she retreated from the music scene, consumed by grief and anger. But deep down, she knew that she had to carry on Euronymous's legacy. With the fire of vengeance burning in her heart, she picked up her guitar and began to weave together her own dark symphony.

Y/N formed her own band, channeling her pain and rage into every note. She dedicated her performances to Euronymous, vowing to honor his memory by pushing the boundaries of black metal even further. Her talent and dedication garnered attention, and soon her music resonated with fans worldwide.

In the end, Y/N's journey was one of resilience and determination. She rose from the ashes, carrying Euronymous's spirit within her as she forged a path of her own. Their love, although short-lived, had ignited a spark that would burn eternally in the annals of black metal history.

And so, the legend of Euronymous and Y/N would forever be entwined—a tragic and powerful tale of love, creativity, and the unyielding pursuit of musical darkness.

#fan fiction #fan fic stuff #fanfic #mayhem #lord of chaos #xreader #rory culkin #euronymous #oystein aarseth

[undonerhapsodize]

Domestic Burdens

Sonic the Hedgehog Movie!Knuckles the Echidna x g/n!reader TW: cursing, implies violence, injury, blood, bruised limbs, much angst, comfort and fluff, happy ending, SPOILERS FOR THE SONIC MOVIES Word Count: 10.4K

Summary: You never thought you would find yourself living in the same house as a walking, talking echidna. Yet, as you adjust to this new life, secrets begin to unravel, for better, or for worse.

Side note: I write sonic the hedgehog fanfiction because I am mentally ill, I am not mentally ill because I write sonic the hedgehog fanfiction.

I cannot believe this is actually one of my better works of fiction.

Living with Knuckles was an… interesting experience to say the least. “Jarring” is the word you would probably use to describe it, along with “pleasant”. 

Never in your life had you ever encountered something like him. And with Knuckles being a echidna and all, that fact was pretty unsurprising. 

When you first met the guy, it took a lot of self control and convincing from Tom to not go and bash your head against the nearest hard surface. The hedgehog was one thing, he was a one-off. Tails was another, he was kind, kinda cute, and helpful so he got a pass. But another one? And he's big and scary? AND he can beat the shit outta you? Needless to say, you went home and took an ibuprofen.

Jokes aside, he was off-putting at the beginning. To you, at least. While Sonic felt comfortable in forgiving the harm the warrior had caused almost instantaneously, you weren’t so easy-going. Not that you had held any kind of long lasting hatred for what Knuckles had done, but rather it was simply a matter of time and understanding. And understand you did, with the help of Sonic, Tails, and even the echidna himself. It turned out that hearing it straight from the horse's mouth was an effective way of realizing the complexity of the situation Eggman had put the lot of them in, especially Knuckles.

And with that, and the promise of friendship between the hedgehog and the echidna, suspicions of Knuckles’ character disappeared just as fast as they arrived. You didn’t plan on holding his mistakes above his head (like it would do anything remotely close to helping relations heal), for his own past transgressions are just as permanent to him as they are to Sonic and Tails, and everyone else for that matter. Knuckles was a kind being, and you knew that now. Losing his way in his endeavor to protect the Master Emerald doesn’t change that.

Your friendship with him had started out of circumstance. After the fiasco with Eggman, the gang needed to find a place to safely keep the weapon. Tom and Maddie’s place was quickly rooted out as a station. Their home was too close to the city to house it properly. There would be too many strangers getting within reach of it every single day. An accident was bound to happen with that lack of security. There was also the issue with Eggman himself, if he were to ever return. The doctor knew of Tom, but didn’t technically know you. Yes, you were indeed present for much of the chaos, but you all had a feeling Eggman didn’t pay much attention to a random stranger whilst piloting a giant robot.

Lucky enough, you had your own home outside of city limits. It was much like a farmhouse, except for the farm. Wide open space, way out in the country, and no neighbors within sight. It was almost too perfect. Feeling generous and knowing there were limited options, you offered up your humble abode for Knuckles and his emerald to stay. He thought about your proposal for a while before ultimately accepting, saying something along the lines of “I accept your offer, comrade. Let us shake on this alliance.” 

You didn’t understand why Sonic had zipped up to you two, frantically trying to stop him from grasping your hand. Knuckles’ handshake was fine? Like yeah his hand (paw? foot??) is big, but it's not like it would crush yours or anything.

And with that, Knuckles became your new housemate, and you became the substitute Guardian of the Master Emerald.

At first, it was a bit… awkward. It wasn’t hard to tell that the warrior felt out of place, to at least some degree. He spent most of the time in his own designated area of the basement, quietly keeping to himself and no doubt watching the Emerald. He came out to get food, or use the bathroom, or perhaps borrow a book from the shelf in the living room. He did talk some, but not enough to you would like. Sometimes you would act more extroverted than you really were, going out of your way to ask the echidna some questions about Angel Island and his preferences on certain things. He always gave short, curt answers that went straight to the point. If you didn’t know better, you could think he’d be pissed at you for asking anything at all. If you had to pick a favorite, once you asked him what his favorite fruit was, only to get a bizarrely serious response. As Knuckles padded back into the basement, he stopped briefly, contemplating his answer for a second or two before glancing back at you.

“I enjoy grapes.”

He walked away right after.

Not letting Knuckles’ lack of social skills inhibit your progress, you still pursued. And steadily, you gained progress. First came simple things, like what the echidna liked to eat, or what he would do to pass time while watching the Master Emerald. Then, conversations started to happen, usually about what Sonic, Tom and the gang were up to. Sometimes you spoke about how work had gone for you, though in the beginning you usually held back on talking too much about that, since Knuckles never seemed to be listening. Later on, you were given a pleasant surprise. 

One time, as you stood at the kitchen’s stovetop cooking up something for you and Knuckles, who sat quietly on a barstool at the kitchen island. You had started to feel as if you were rambling on about this one incident that happened with your coworkers. With no response from the red mammal, you assumed your story was starting to become a bother. So you stopped about halfway through it, instead deciding to focus on the pan in front of you. He’s a battle-hardened warrior, why would he ever want to listen to some silly story about spilled coffee? Going back to the food, you were content to quiet down, despite that annoying feeling in your chest.

“Why did you stop?”

The question surprised you. It was abrupt, coming from behind. Turning, you look toward the echidna, who now had his eyes on you. The softer, smaller quills on his brow were furrowed in genuine confusion. Fumbling for your words a bit, you reply back just as confused. “S-sorry, I didn’t know you were listening.”

“I was.” Knuckles countered, tone lowered in his earnesty. He titled his head back down to the kitchen counter from once it came, folding his arms across the hard surface comfortably. “Continue. I was enjoying your tale.”

At that, you grin, going back to the stove to finish cooking you and the echidna’s dinner whilst you recount the events from this morning at the office.

Knuckles soon became a key person in your life. He was not one for words, but you soon learned not many were needed with him. Most often then not, he understood the silence was a natural part of company. A thing others could learn from him, including yourself. He even gave advice on the simple things that troubled you. His straightforward way of communicating never failed to speak the obvious when truths were hard to say out loud. Though your friendship with him had just started, you trusted him. And just maybe, he trusted you. He was always there, figuratively AND literally.

Though you planned on changing that last part.

It wasn’t often where you would descend to the basement into Knuckles’ domain. You never wanted to intrude upon his space, his privacy and security were important to you. Though once in a while, you would have to enter to ask a question or two.

He didn’t have a door, only a long set of stairs leading to the bottom floor. He could definitely hear you coming as you stepped down, down. The stairs weren’t exactly the quietest thing. As you peaked around the corner, you knocked firmly on the wood of the wall, just in case he was preoccupied and hadn’t heard you. You greet him all the same, knowing to announce yourself when he is on guard duty. “Hey Knux?”

There you saw the echidna, laying on an older model of a coach you had given him, head propped up on a cushion while reading a book. The master emerald laid on the other end of said coach. He moved the novel away from his snout so it wasn’t obscuring his vision of you, responding to the nickname you had given him like it was own with a simple “What is it?”

Given the greenlight, you asked your question “Where'd you put all the total paper?”

He seemed confused. It was an emotion that occurred to him often when dealing with things like this. He thought for a split second before asking his own question back. “From… when I helped you in storing the supplies?”

You nodded, assuring him he was right. “Yeah when we put the groceries away a few days ago.”

Knuckles looked deep in thought as he tried recalling the event, eyes in a blank stare seeing nothing at all as he dug up the answer. It would be fitting for a buffering effect to appear above his head at this moment.

He looked over, slowly turning his head as he drawled out his sentence. “I think… I recall… placing the package inside… the garment washing station?” It came out more as a question than anything else, holding little confidence. 

You blinked, still perplexed. You spoke to yourself quietly, not directly talking to Knuckles anymore. “The laundry room? Huh.” You paused, scratching the back of your head. “I already checked it. Guess I’ll look again.”

“Have I put it in the wrong location?” Though it was just a few words, you could detect a small amount of apprehension in his voice.

You wave him off casually, wanting to ease any guilty feelings that may be developing. “Nono you’re fine. That’s where I told you to put them. I’ll just have to take another look.”

He stared at your figure for a minute before nodding, picking up his book once more and getting comfortable. “Well, if that is all, then I shall return to reading.”

You chuckled quietly at the formality. Turning to go back up the stairs, you caught a glimpse of the wall of the basement. It was barren, completely. That’s weird. You look more, craning your head to gaze more at your surroundings. As you start to properly take in the atmosphere of the basement, it dawns on you. You’ve never fully realized it before, given you haven’t had the opportunity to until now.

Knuckles’ space was lonely. Extremely lonely looking.

There were the essentials, coach, table, bed, even a box tv, but not a whole bunch else. The space lacked any kind of personality or decoration. Almost like a default Sims room. There was nothing there to define it as Knuckles’ own space, completely empty of anything he could call his own. It bothered you.

“Is there something else that needs asking?”

The echidna looks to you, the same inquiring expression as before. Had he even glanced away in the first place, you didn’t know.

You kept your mouth shut as you mentally ran through your options, not wanting to say anything rude. You scolded yourself. Should’ve known better. Knuckles came from a completely different world. Did you think he brought anything with him? He owns nothing. The only exception being his own damn shoes. 

You feel you’re at a loss when suddenly, a lightbulb pops in your head. Oh.

You face Knuckles, finally answering. “Hey…” You start, a little nervy for his reaction. “What do you think about going to the store with me?”

He pauses, and looks at you as if you’ve grown another head. “The store?”

You nod.

Without missing a beat, Knuckles was once again, confused.  He sat his book down on the coach, sitting up upright. “Why?”

You shrug. “Thought you’d just want to go outside a little. You haven’t done that since you got here.” While it wasn’t lying, it wasn’t telling the truth either.

Knuckles shook his head. “No.” He declined. “I cannot. I am forbidden from leaving the emerald unattended.”

Humming, your feet shifted positions, angling you so you were leaning against the wall. “Aw come on.” You say, halfway between a whine and an exclamation of annoyance. But even still, Knuckles held his ground, a stern frown set on his face. “No. I must turn down your offer.”

You sigh, shoulders slumping.

The echidna notices. “I am sorry.” He turns back to the book that had been resting face down on the coach. “Now… if you’ll excuse me, I will return to the fox’s book…”

Your mouth dropped in the shape of an ‘O’, an idea hitting you at the mention of your mutual friend. “Wait.” You exclaim, regaining Knuckles’ attention. “What if Tails can watch it?”

He starts, brain slowing a little at the discovery of this new information. “...If the fox can act as guardian while I am away?” Repeating the sentence out loud to affirm it, looking to you to see if he had heard it right. You nod, practically on the edge of your seat, waiting for him to carry out his sentence. 

“Well,” He starts. “The fox can be trusted,” Knuckles looks deep in thought as he ponders this new option. “I suppose if the hedgehog does not interfere with Tails’ focus then, I guess it is possible.”

That’s all you needed to hear. “It would just be for a matter of hours. Shopping doesn’t take a whole day.”

Knuckles rubs his chin. He contemplates the idea of Tails taking over his position a bit more before he ultimately accepts, not having much reason to say no. “If so,” He makes eye contact with you, purple irises peering into your own a little intense for the circumstance. Yet, Knuckles is Knuckles, and he is determined. He speaks with that same formality he often does, “Then I do accept your offer, Y/N of house L/N.”

Oh yeah, forgot about that.

“It’s just Y/N Knux. I’ve told you that.”

It took about a week to organize you and Knuckles’ little shopping trip. Between your work schedule and Tails’ own experiments, it was somewhat difficult to arrange for him to come over. Yet, you were stubborn, and with some convincing for Knuckles, and reassurances for Tails, you got the fox over for your house. He didn’t need to do much, just keep an eye on the Master Emerald while you all were away. All it took was a quick tour of the house, showing him where the food and utensils were, a quick goodbye and you and the echidna were off.

Knuckles had asked before where you two would be shopping and what you would be shopping for. You did your best to wave him off, telling him what kind of stores you would be going to, but not so much your intention. As vague as it was, he chose not to question any further.

You took Knuckles to a variety of shops, Home Goods, Target, Home Depot. All shared one feature. Decor. Through the limited time you had spent with him, you had learned some things about his world. As confined as your knowledge was, you know it DID NOT look like the plain basement he was currently living in. And though he’d never said otherwise, it wasn’t hard to believe that the echidna could be a little homesick. You would be if you were in his position. You planned on making his home more like a home. Nothing less.

And so, you did. First, you tried looking for larger things. That way you could build a foundation, and work your way up with smaller items. This way, you could also fill up the otherwise empty space. You figured some blankets to make an overhang type thing and the hammock you found in clearance would do nicely.

“These would look really nice in your room, Knux. Whadya think?” You paused, catching yourself, a stutter falling from your lips. “I-I mean if you want to? You don’t have to- of course.”

Knuckles looked up at you. He blinked, eyes widening a slight fraction. You two were the only ones in the aisle.

“So.” He said slowly.  “This was your plan?” 

“Uh” You eloquently spoke. “Yea?” Reflexively averting your eyes from the echidna, you sweat dropped, waiting for Knuckles to react. How could you face him when he was gazing at you like that?

Though what you assumed was a look of offense, was actually of wonder, and even something of another nature.

Knuckles inhaled, turning toward the bundled up hammock on the rack, picking it up with a gloved hand. The silence was suspenseful. It usually happened this way: Knuckles doing much of his thinking in his own head while you stressed out internally. It would be funny if you didn’t constantly get the short end of the stick.

“Do you pity me?”

You were caught off-guard, head whipping back to the echidna. What? Why would he say that? “I- uh, no?”

He kept his gaze on the hammock as he spoke, each syllable low as he concentrated on saying them correctly. “Is pity the reason you choose to do things like this?

Mouth agape, you truly were lost. To say you had trouble finding words was an understatement. Did he- feel bad? That was the last thing you wanted him to feel.

You take your time choosing your next words, for they could either make or break this moment. “I- listen Knux, look at me? Please?” And so he did, standing a little slouched in comparison to his regular, straight posture. The lavender purple of his eyes had a guarded melancholy to them you had never seen before. Both changes spur you on to reassure your friend while also shake you where you stand. The range was astounding.

You cleared your throat. “N-No, not out of pity per say…” You trailed off, struggling to find the right words as Knuckles stood patiently, quietly, never once taking his eyes off you. “I just- the other day when I asked you about the toilet paper? Yeah I uh, I realized how unwelcoming and- plain your space looked and I just felt bad because you didn’t have a single thing a-and I wanted you to feel a home- I know it's probably really hard being launched into a whole new world with nothing but some shoes and I just-”

Knuckles reached out and grasped your hand, gripping it gently appit firmly. It pulled you out of your spiraling ramble. “Slow down.” He urged. “You’re not in a race Y/N, house of-”

“Ok, ok” You laugh a little, giggling at the return of the silly title and wrangling with the fact he had grabbed you in the first place.

You take a breath, inhaling deeply before starting again. “I just- want you to feel comfortable. And, I thought this was a way to do it.”

At that, Knuckles’ features relax, and he looks away, thinking. “I- You are a very kind human.” He concludes, dropping your hand to take a set back from you. “But,” He says, a hint of reluctance in his voice. “I cannot accept this.” He moves to put the hammock back, reaching up to set it back on the shelf. 

“Wha- hey! Wait, why?” You half shout, catching his hand and stopping his movement. Though he could easily muscle past you, he chooses to stop with you. “Because,” He defends. “I do not need it.”

You huff. “Well I know that, Winter Soldier.” You go to gently pry the hammock out of Knuckles’ hand. Again, he lets you, though not without a face that screams ‘what are you doing’. “But I want you to have it.”

The warrior detests. “I don’t-”

“Knuckles, bud.” You tenderly cut him off, smiling with a benevolence that you hope conveys your honesty. “I want to do this for you.” You lean forward to pronunciate your sentence, catching eyes with the echidna that widens more and more as you continue to speak. “I don’t mind buying this, or anything else for you.” You shake the item in your hand for emphasis. “Will you let me?”

Knuckles freezes momentarily. You swear you see a hint of pink on what you would consider his cheeks as he somewhat suddenly turns his head away, wrestling with himself and with your proclamation.

“I-” He’s stuck, and he has to give himself a mental kick in the rear to get him going again. “I guess… I would like the hanging blanket.”

You let out a sigh, relieved you both are on the same page. “Awesome.”

After getting most of the larger decorations, you then focus your attention on smaller things. What those smaller things would be is now up to Knuckles, who has grown more open to the whole ordeal as the hours passed. A large variety of things were considered, such as candles and fairy lights, even some abstract art pieces that would be fit for a garden. Though the things that were favored above all, and the things that you kept catching the echidna staring at, were the plants. His eyes would linger on the greenery, especially on some of the more exotic ones. Those didn’t take much convincing to let you buy, the warrior only giving a few words in approval: “This one will do…” “...Possibly this one as well.” It wasn’t hard to tell that Knuckles felt weird doing plant shopping of all things, he’s never done anything like it before. And because of that, you did everything with your power to talk to him, to make this as casual and as pleasant as an experience can be. Normalizing domesticity in one of the most powerful fighters in the galaxy may sound difficult on the surface, but as you two approached the end of your short adventure (store worker looking as flabbergasted at your friend as a person could), you found no trouble at all leading Knuckles to check out at the last shop with your abundance of wildlife greenery, and onto this new kind of life you’ll be sharing with the echidna from now on.

It didn’t take long to set all the decor up back at home. With Knuckles’ help, you all made quick work of it. The hammock came first, finding a secure way to hang the thing was a little tricky, but once you broke out the power tools, installing it went by with a breeze. Same case for the fort. You looked up some ideas on pinterest, but you quickly learned that there is actually some strange red mammal in the house who can make a really rad blanket fort by memory. You’ll have to ask him for advice sometime. As for the plants, the one space was filled right up, the emptiness being replaced with a vibrancy that definitely made you feel welcomed. As for Knux, well, he was happy. You knew it. Even as he tried to keep a straight face as he walked around admiring the hanging plants, which branches gracefully cascaded over the rim of their pots. 

“While nothing could ever replace my home,” Knuckles said remorsefully as he adjusted a small potted fern, angling it in the most eye-catching way, “This does make the space feel… different.” He trailed off, looking down as he thought of a history and sentiment not unknown to you.

“A good kind of different?” You ask with a hint of a coy tone.

Knuckles looks at you, your playfulness gone completely over his head. Instead, his face is pleasant, approving in some way. “I think so…” He remarks, words sounding confident to your ears. Though his expression changes to something more reluctant as the next thought pops into his head, slipping out his mouth before he can stop it. “You did not have to provide this…”

It takes a good amount of effort to steel yourself from rolling your eyes in the back of your head. You ‘tsk’ in frustration. “Knux, I know. But I chose to. Understand?”

He nods, though hesitant to fully accept the finer feelings, “Yes... It is a lot like the echidna’s honor code in battle.” Seeing your perplexed face at his random reference, he elaborates. “Even though my tribe held proud independent warriors, we helped our comrades at our own discretion. Whether they wanted the aid or not.”

At that, you made a sound of realization. “Ohhh okay, okay. I get it.” You smile down at your friend, who had seemed satisfied in how his room now appeared. It brought you great joy to see the typically stone-faced tank with a softer, more relaxed look. It gave you the confidence to ask one more borderline teasing question, “See, some things aren’t so different, now are they?”

Once again, the intention passes Knuckles by. “No,” he notes, too preoccupied with his own brain to give back any more of an answer. “No they are not.”

You take no notice, grinning in genuine joy for Knuckles. “Good.”

It's during the most unsuspecting moments in which the most unexpected events take place. Shouldn’t you know that by now?

What the fuck. I should go to the ER. No that’s a stupid idea. What the fuck are they gonna do, put ice on it? I can do that. What the fuck. Well I’ll probably need something more than ice. Ibuprofen? Maybe. A shot? Yeah. What the fuck. Why? Why did they do that? I don’t understand. To me? Why to me? I’m sorry. What the fuck. I’m tired. I wanna go to bed. What if I wait till the morning? Can I sleep like this? I can try. Probably not. What the fuck. Should I call my friends? No they’re probably busy. I can take care of it. What the fuck. Was it really that special? Was it worth that much trouble? I should’ve been more careful. How old was it? I’m sorry. What the fuck. That bitch. What a fucking piece of shit. I’m sorry. What the fuck.

The calculating rationality that most healthy-minded people would have in these situations was lost to you. Sometimes you thought of it as a gift from god himself: the ability to see things in such simplicity that the problem itself never even posed an ounce of a threat. Never in your life have you had that. Though, never in your life have you ever been healthy-minded, so the math kinda works out in a weird, twisted way.

The hole in your chest remained through it all. Never once subsiding in its outrage. It held every emotion possible as it freely expressed them all, only confined to your heart. Unwavering in every roar, it made such a ruckus. If only it felt just as exposed as you did, then maybe it would shut up. Maybe it would silence itself, just as you were now. Instead, you would have to deal with its burden, as well as the aching that started from your forearm, leading up to the triceps of your shoulder.

It was still daytime. The sun had not yet set, though it was about to. The sky’s vast shades of pinks, purples and blues lit up the darkening landscape of the range, the green and the brown of the earth ever so slowly growing into one cool shade of black. The air was as crisp as ever. It felt mocking in how pure it was, untouched by the will of others beyond its reach. It was the only thing pushing you to walk up your own porch’s stairs, for every bone in your body absolutely refuted the idea of entering your home in the condition that you were in. And only because of one thing. One, small thing.

Your melancholy seemed to express itself through the stomp of your shoes on the old wood. Bump bump bump. It was quiet, not wanting to be heard. Though it was, as there were no sounds to go with it besides the giggling of your keys and the distant sounds of crickets coming to life. Though the adrenalin had since worn off, the nerves had not yet seized. You’ve only got through half the battle. And who to say it had even begun in the first place?

The key was a little difficult to find with one hand. With a shaky arm, you plucked it from the batch, loudly shaking it to rid it of its neighbors. It was slotted in with a good push. You didn't have much trouble turning it. It was with a weighted heart you entered the house, stepping one foot, and then the other past the threshold, the door letting out a loud creak to welcome you home. You didn’t appreciate it. Just as quickly as you were cleared, you gripped the edge roughly, firmly shutting the door back up, locking it, therefore silencing it, for the night.

The house was just as quiet. The thunk of the shut door echoed through the house, disturbing the void. You found yourself unwilling to move forward. The feeling in your heart didn’t want you to. It weighed you down to the floor, outright sticking the soles of your feet to the carpet of the doormat. If it wasn’t for the consistency of your arm’s pain, it was possible you would’ve been standing there all night. It keeps you motivated, reminding you of its presence with every throb. 

You toe’d your shoes off where you stood, setting the keys down softly onto the table beside it. Eyeing the kitchen sink that was visible from the door, you padded towards it quietly, evading any spots prone to creek. One by the TV, another by the dividing wall, another by the knife drawer. You subconsciously counted them whilst listening to your quiet feet step one, after the other, after the other.

You nudged the water on with your elbow, the liquid coming out the tab in an easy trickle. Putting your hand under the stream, you felt the water for its temperature. You found it was tolerably lukewarm. That should be fine. Muscling the appendage up from its hanging position below the counter, you bent your arm at the elbow, angling your forearm to get the brunt of the water’s force. You winced when it made contact. It wasn’t pleasant at all. As soothing as it should feel, the area was still sensitive, even to the gentle stream. You watched uneasily as the sink was turned a maroon, the red coloring the once clear liquid. From there, you started to gently rinse off the wound, trying to wash away the blood that had since dried and scabbed over. It was a tedious and aggravating task. The blood was stubborn. You had to really scrub to get it to leave, irritating both you and your skin. You started using some of your fingernails when you became impatient, ignoring the pain that came with it. Anxiety started to bubble within you the longer you stood there, the old clock in the living room doing nothing to ease your nerves as it boldly ticked away. Tick tick tick. You swear this was sabotage. Karma has come to get you. If only this would go faster, then maybe you wouldn’t be out in the open so-

“You’ve returned early.”

Whatever you ate from lunch that day immediately tripled in weight, making your stomach drop at the sound of his voice. You stopped rubbing at your arm, freezing the movement entirely. Your posture went rigid, though you tried masking it with a shift in your stance. You refused to turn around to face him. You couldn’t. Not now, not here. You wouldn't risk it. You didn’t trust your poker face at this moment, which was too caught up in showing you trying to figure out a response that remained calm.

You let out a humorless chuckle. It was so unnatural and disingenuous it made you cringe. Not dissimilar to nails on a chalkboard. “Ha ha yeah, we uh- finished up pretty quickly.” You say this while still facing the sink. Though you were no actor, you felt comfortable resuming your washing, this time slowing down with slower, more deliberate strokes as to appear with a facade of calmness.

“I suppose that is good.” Knuckles shrugs as he says, “Based on what you said before you departed.” He begins to walk closer and off to the right, edging his way to your side, unaware of the person on the edge of a mental breakdown right in front of him. Hearing his footsteps grow nearer, you shift your weight to ensure your back is to the echidna, even as he tries to change that. It almost makes you forget what he had just said, not expecting the remark. “Oh- uh, right.” You say, feigning an agreeing attitude.

You recall the event. You loosely remember telling Knuckles you were heading out. When he asked you why, you didn’t want to lie to him. Poor guy has already had enough of that happen to him. So you told him the truth, adapt a vague version of it. “Just something I promised I’d help someone do. Ha ha… I mean, I don’t really want to, but I’d better.” He watched you leave, silently questioned your weird act as you begrudgingly gathered your things. Yet he knew the importance of promises, he himself taking them very seriously. So he let you go without much fuss, despite the twinge of suspicion in the back of his mind.

He seemed to be satisfied with the closed proximity. About 5 feet away from what you could tell just from your hearing. The sound of the water running still remained in the air, serving as the white noise to this one-sided conversation. You couldn’t even imagine how sore your jaw would be after this from how hard you’ve been clenched it. The emptiness laughed at you as the seconds ticked by. What you wouldn’t give to just seal it away, to just find some semblance of peace, to just be and exist normal in this moment without having to breathe fucking manually just to appear fine.

“How did it go?” Knuckles asked, taking up the mantle as the conversation starter. You would have room to think ‘hey he’s not so bad at it’ if you weren’t a little busy. Yet as it all things go, busy turns into anxiety, anxiety turns into panic, and panic turns into bad. Fucking. Choices.

“Fine.”

Fuck.

Now why did you say that? 

You could feel your face flare up with heat. Out of fear or anger, you couldn’t know. The only thing you did know, was the suffocating sound of silence that followed. It was so loud. You stopped your scrubbing a little bit ago.

“What are you doing?”

Fuck.

You hear the question, but not really. It’s odd coming from the warrior, you think. Though you don’t really think as you have to figure out something, and fast.

“U-uh, dishes.”

You spit it out before you really have a chance to think about it. You’re proud for a half-second at your white lie, but the celebration is short-lived when your insides move in sickening ways for the second time while in the conversation.

“I’ve already done them. There are none.”

Fuck.

The silence finds some way to be worse than before. It’s brutal. Never ending its assault on your hammering heart, and never yielding to the vulnerability of your mind. Oh my god could you please just-

“Is there something-“

“…”

“What is on your arm?”

FUCK.

The dread is immense. The impending doom of that singular question is incredible. All senses are blocked from you like a deer in headlights, unable to make out the true meaning of the ask. The hole in your chest becomes invigorated in its bloodlust, your own panic spurring it on to mobilize it while also paralyzing you.

“It’s nothing.”

“I don’t think it is.” You miss the way he says it. It’s calming, concerned. His eyes are careful. A completely opposite force to you. But it all completely passes you by in the current state you are in.

He takes a set forward, just one. You recoil, just enough for the echidna to notice. He doesn’t take another one as he continues to speak clearly, yet deeply and seriously. It doesn’t help ease you much at all.

“Let me see.” It's more of a demand than a request. It makes you shrink back, lip curled down in displeasure. You knew he meant no harm, but it doesn’t stop the back of your mind from taking it in a negative connotation.

“No! It-It's fine!” You grasp your injured arm, still futilely trying to keep it out of sight from Knuckles. Your heart beats away in your chest, boiling like a pot of hot water about to spill over. You’re scared, you realize that now. Of what, you haven’t got to that part yet.

He takes another step, undeterred by your protests, which spur him on further. “No, it is not.” He reaches a hand up, open and waiting to grasp yours.

“I’m fine. Knux, really.” You stress, your voice becomes wobbly as do you. “It’s o-ok, just-“

“No.” The echidna says, the tone he uses sounds final, yet soothingly firm. It makes you stop your panic, just a little. Every word that comes next feels like magic, doing almost supernatural things to your head to make you hear them, to really hear them, for what they are. Each is punctuated with a softness unlike anything your friend had ever used before.

“Y/N, let me see your arm.”

“Please.”

You stop. Taking a deep breath in, you take your time to let it back out. It allows you to see things the way they actually are. There, Knuckles stands. Arm raised, palm open. His stance is mostly relaxed, though if you look closer, a hint of anxiety is there. His eyes were kind, sympathetic, the crease of his eye wrinkled with a stress you’ve never seen from him. In battle it was a harder line, strengthened with anger and determination. Here it was nothing like that. It was fragile, gentle, and even looked painful to wear for long.

Moved by the look, you evaluate yourself as you were. As defensive as you are now, in hindsight, what were you defending against?

Slowly, you ease up. You wordlessly turn to face him, and without much thought, you lower your arm down and away from your body, and towards Knuckles’ awaiting hand. He takes it, tenderly turning it over to look at what he had seen a glimpse of before.

He freezes. His eyes widen, jaw literally dropping at what he’s seeing. Yet, he doesn’t say a thing. He’s just as frozen as you were a minute ago. Like a statue he just stands there, not moving an inch as all thoughts and movement cease. It makes you sweat, not doing much to quell your aching heart.

He doesn’t make eye contact, keeping his eyes trained on the sight of your arm before him. The quills on the back of his head and around his face start to raise, puffing out his features to make them appear larger. It seems as if he has a hard time saying it himself, as he grits out the question. Finally, he speaks. His eyes narrow, brow furrowing downward at his own word.

“Who?”

Though it was only one word, it didn’t fail in striking trepidation through your heart. You’re silent as the question hangs in the air, awaiting an answer that you never planned on giving.

But Knuckles still wants it, so he asks again.

“It was them… Wasn’t it?”

His voice lowers as he utters the phrase, even as he tries to keep an even tone. His anger builds as the seconds of silence tick by, seconds that do not deny the question. His mouth contorts at the ongrowing outrage, curling down into a snarl. Even he, who knows the repercussions of not keeping your anger under control, cannot stop the blooming, burning feeling so deep in his gut that it makes everything he’s ever said about remaining calm sound like a lie.

And without a response from you, there's nothing to stop the echidna’s rage.

Suddenly, and without warning, Knuckles drops your arm, which you pull back to you to hold. Then, he just… walks away, wasting no time at all as he makes determined strides to the front door. He’s mumbling words as he goes. If you listen closely, you could hear the more punctuated ones, such as ‘coward’, or ‘unworthy’.

“H-hey!” You stutter out, tripping over your own feet as you try going after Knuckles. “What are you doing?”

“Going to go deal with the problem.” He grumbles, making the situation sound oh-so simple. He’s halfway to the exit at this point.

“Hey wait!” You try again, “Where are you going?? I didn’t tell you where I went.” You take more steps to the door, not covering near enough ground to catch up with him.

“I’ll find them.” Knuckles flat out growls, getting increasingly agitated by the second. His fists tighten into intimating weapons of pure strength, just itching to get one good hit in.

An image plays over and over in his head. You, face pale at his discovery of your bleeding arm, the very real fear that showed in your body language. It angered him. Greatly.

He’s about to reach for the door handle before your feet catch up with your thoughts, legs propelling you forward. Your head spins at the possibility of Knuckles facing those responsible. That is the literal opposite of what you wanted. The thought of it alone is what gets you going faster.

“Don’t!” You shout, grabbing his shoulder to stop him from going any further. “Please don’t.”

“And why not?!” He yells right back, whipping himself around to fully face you. He sheered as he spoke, a grumble to his voice that made him appear more frightening than what he truly was. He used a booming voice that conveyed all of his frustrations pretty clearly. “They need to pay.”

“I-I know- just,” You take a minute to rub your hand down your face, already at your stress limit. 

Knuckles interrupts, unable to contain himself at what seems to him is your level of complacency. “It is inexcusable!!” He roars, refusing to back down. “I will not stand for it.” He tried once more to leave, turning away from you. You stop him again, overcome with your own anxiety. You feel the incessant need to fiddle with your hands as you put your foot down.

“I KNOW!” Your scream catches both you and Knuckles off-guard. The house becomes eerily quiet with the lack of noise, the sounds of the pipes and utilities on the edges of their seats as they watch on. You were never one to get aggressive to those you cared for, but desperate times call for desperate measures. And yes, you were, in fact, desperate. Your abdomen cramps, making it harder and harder to sooth the situation like you normally could if you weren’t so caught up in your own head. Your breaths are heavy, holding the weight of everything you have done and said up until this point. You’re sure your lungs are willfully unprepared to take up the burden of what you plan on saying next.

You soon discover you’re right.

“I know-w” you pant, shoulders crumpling in on the rest of your body. “Just pl-please, please dontgo, I donwanna-” It suddenly gets harder to speak, your throat constricting around itself, preventing the words from escaping you. Even it doesn’t want you to sound weak. “I-I’m sorry…” 

At this point, you’re at the end of your rope. You were frightened. Of what Knuckles could do, what they could do, what you would do… it all ran through your mind at a million miles an hour. You haven't even begun to rationalize with yourself the event that got you in this mess in the first place, and it was starting to catch up to you. You simply did not have the mental capacity to process all that it happened. And it showed on your face, lines of worry etched into what used to be smooth features. And suddenly you seem much, much older, The sheer pressure adding decades of age, your bones turning frail, matching the vulnerability of your headspace. Your eyes lowered to the ground, head drooping, ashamed of what you feel and afraid of what you've become because of it.

And Knuckles finally sees it all.

The echidna’s own worry lines grow at the realization, his own chest tightening at the sight of you. It’s a strange thing to him, a feeling he had trouble recognizing at first, seemingly forgotten from his younger days with his father. It confused him, and he didn’t exactly have anything to compare it to. How was the battle-hardened echidna supposed to know what it was? Yet with the help of his new family providing guidance and remaining patient, he was eventually able to figure it out, though only roughly. What he did discover, however, is that it often came with his anger.

He was worried. So, so worried. 

And that scared him.

He didn’t like feeling worried, not one bit. He detested the idea of him being worried the moment he comprehended he was. Knuckles the Echidna, worried? How ridiculous. It was a weak emotion, he thought at first. It would slow him down, make him vulnerable, and even, worst comes to worst, allow for him to get taken advantage of again. That’s what he told himself, at least.

When he saw your arm, he felt his worry come at full force. It struck through his heart, piercing it with a sharp, clean cut. What he left out of his explanation for his dislike of worry, was the deeper meaning that had apparently escaped all he knew, even his closest friends.

It was the fact that his worry reminded him of everything he had failed to do. Every promise he broke, every vow he made to nobody but himself yet did not hold true. And even then, as he realized the how and the who to the backstory of your injuries, he failed again, once more not delivering on a promise he made to himself: to protect his protector. And oh, did it anger him. It angered him so much. To fail at such an extent, it was downright shameful.

It was easy for the madness to take hold, he often let it. And he did. He let his anger control him when he found your blood exposed to the elements, your skin inflicted with a bruise the size of a baseball. It coursed through his veins at an insane rate, setting his mind into overdrive, acting as a catalyst to every negative image that crossed his mind. A spark ignited within him, the flame erupting within his chest, the flame of revenge. “How dare they? How could they? You?! Of all people to attack? How weak, how pathetic. How dishonorable.”

And in that instance, he remembered his promise, and sought it out to hold it true, by whatever means necessary. It would be easy for him. Light work even, and he would definitely get immense satisfaction in absolutely pummeling your enemies. You wouldn’t even have to lift a finger.

Though easy does not mean right. And as much as he would find gratification in solving this problem for you, your health took precedence over everything. Even this. He knew that, it just took him a minute to fully remember. Your eyes sure helped, pleading, watery, bloodshot from stress, it all came together in a heartbroken concoction, like a liquid potion ready to persuade its victim of anything. And he had fallen for it, though willingly. It wasn’t hard, you were you after all.

He takes a deep breath to settle that smoldering fire within him. “Okay.” He speaks within a new tenderness that does wonders to calm your racing heart. “I won’t go anywhere, nor do anything.”

He grasps your arm carefully, beginning to lead you to the couch nearby. “Come,” he says “let's sit you down. Your wound needs treatment.”

You nod absentmindedly, not exactly understanding, but doing so nonetheless. You follow him one step at a time as you take your seat, Knuckles leading you down all the while. His touch isn’t something many would expect from the tough echidna. It was gentle, delicate, like a soothing balm to cover the sores on your soul. “Stay.” He spoke in a whisper, “I will return with the box of aid.”

“First aid?” You joke weakly, voice cracking with the effort.

Knuckles is either unaware of the gag, or chooses not to react. “Yes, that.”

Without another word, he quickly dashes away, returning just as fast with the kit in hand.

It took some mumbled guidance from you for the echidna to understand what to do. Though that was understandable, since the guy has never had to use the first aid kit before. 

He was uncharacteristically careful in how he treated your wound. Every time the pads of his fingers brushed against your skin, it was gentle, almost feather-like. Especially around the mangled tissue of your injury. Here, Knuckles’ touch was that of a ghost. There, but not really. Its presence was felt, surely, though not nearly enough for your senses to pick it up as something harmful. You could confidently say the warrior had not caused you any excess pain. Which was already monumentally better than you.

It was quiet as he worked. It was somewhere between a comfortable and uncomfortable silence. It was hard to tell which. So many things remained questioned, so many things remain unsaid. What could you say? What good will an explanation do? Well, some obviously. You of course knew that. It was still hard though, to say the truth. Even if you’ve known it for years.

As rough as you were, the wound was clean of any dried blood or debris. Knuckles knew as well, and went straight to wrapping it up. Placing a sterile absorbent pad on the bruise he secured it with some medical tape, which he probably used an excessive amount of. But you chose not to say anything. He also examined your bruise on your forearm, though decided there wasn’t much to be done about that. However, it didn’t stop him from putting a bandaid on the area. Again, you let it slide.

Knuckles quickly gathered up the supplies he had gotten from the kit, putting them back in the box haphazardly. I’ll fix it later, you thought to yourself.

The warrior chose to sit by your side about a foot apart from you. Not too close, not too far. He held his tongue for a minute, eyes kept trained on the floor beneath the both of you. Perhaps waiting for you to speak first, perhaps muddling over the same thing you were. It was not easy for anyone to read the echidna’s mind, not unless Knuckles himself said his thoughts aloud.

Which he often did.

“How come you didn’t tell me of this?” He spoke the question in a whisper, matching the delicate atmosphere with the tone of his voice. He looked to face you, eyes missing their usual luster of purple. You hated to be the cause of such a loss.

You had to think for a second. You yourself didn’t know the answer to such an ask, even though you would be the one person who would. You fidgeted with your fingers, picking at the skin of them as your mind twisted and turned. It took several more moments before you could come up with a conceivable answer, one at least an outsider could begin to understand.

“I… I didn’t know what to do.” You started. Knuckles sat to your right, as patient as ever, gloved hands propped up on the coach, which straightened his posture to attention. 

You continue as best you could, “I guess- I mean, I think I wanted to handle it?” It comes out in the question, not sure of yourself in the slightest.

“Why?” Knuckles butts in, quick to question the decision. His brows furrowed in confusion, genuinely not understanding.

“Why?” You say back, parrot-like. “Uh-h…” You had to think to yourself again. It’s astonishing how so much over thinking can go right down the drain when you need your excessive ideas the most. “Because uhh, I mean it’s my thing isn’t it?”

The echidna’s face doesn’t change, still frozen in trying to figure out what you mean, and it shows on his face. So you try again. “It’s… my responsibility.”

A deep frown spreads across Knuckles’ face, painting his features in a disapproving way. “Your responsibility?” He repeats. You nod meekly, taking hold of your injured arm to cradle it, still not knowing what to do with your hands.

Closing his eyes, Knuckles huffs out a breath. He stands, pushing himself off the coach in a smooth motion. Your heart jumps at the thought of him walking away and leaving you there alone, but the muscle soon calms to see him turn to face you, coming to stand before you. There you two are level. It's truly one of the only scenarios in which the both of you can see eye to eye, when the warrior can peer right into your eyes without having to look up or down. Just maybe, he chose this on purpose.

Knuckles reach down to your lap, oh so gingerly taking your arm into his hands to hold, looking at the bandaged injury whilst he says his piece, the smoothness of his voice just barely echoing through the home. “My father was a kind soul” he breathes out, “yet he had a habit of keeping the burdens that weighed on him all to himself.”

Your eyes grew wide at the mention of Knuckles’ kin. He’s talked about them before, though this is definitely the most personal it's ever gotten. 

“You remind me of him in this way” He looks up to you, eyes with a hazy focus, thumb brushing against the cotton of your bandage softly. “A protector that refuses to be protected.”

The silence is deafening as the two of you contemplate what has just been said. You more so. You’re shocked to say the least. The sentiment of Knuckles comparing you to his own father, someone he loves and respects extensively is… overwhelming. The weight of it seems to help ease your nervousness. 

“What role do you think I play in this tribe?” Knuckles asks, titling his head down to try to make eye contact with you. It kind of works, coaxing your own up to face him as well.

“Uh” You stumble, “A guardian?”

Knuckles does the echidna equivalent of a ‘uh huh’. “Yes. I am a guardian.” He continues, “What of the hedgehog and his fox friend?”

You look up to the ceiling, it now appears much more appealing as you think of a response. “Well they’re kind of protectors too.”

Knuckles nods, asking one more time “And Maddie and Tom?”

You’re on a roll, now feeling more comfortable looking Knuckles in the eyes. “Them too.”

“Right.” He says, satisfied. “In our tribe, we all have the role of guardian. And so, we all protect. Especially each other.”

Now you see where this is going. “Knux, I’m not sure if I-”

He interrupts. “Whatever you are about to say- it is wrong.”

“Knux I-”

“No. Wrong.”

“But I-”

“No.”

You give up, giving in to the echidna’s game. You swear you can see a twinge of a smile start to creep onto his face.

“But if I may,” He adds, voice suddenly becoming dimmer as he breaks eye contact to look back at your arm. “I do think there is one difference among us.”

“In what?”

Knuckles takes a breath, seemingly randomly getting anxious. You can’t fathom why. “As a guardian, I am meant to treat all I protect equally.” You nod, agreeing but not getting the point. “Though I do not.”

He slid his hands down to grip your own, head lifting to let his eyes peer into yours unwaveringly. They look to be dripping with his usual determination, along with something else you couldn’t place. Something kinder, something sweeter. “Though each of us were guardians,” he pauses, thinking for a moment “you have had a different duty ever since the EggMan’s defeat.”

You blink, trying to follow as best you can. Knuckles continues, “Your duty is dangerous. Fragile as humans are, I was surprised when you took up the task. It requires constant vigilance, not many could keep it up for long.”

His hands tighten around yours, squeezing momentarily before easing up. Perhaps a reminder for himself. The urge to squeeze back comes and goes. “I have since then grown a respect for you unmatched by any other. Both because of that, and because of your character.”

His pause invokes a special importance, pulling you in. It was captivating, doing its job in changing the atmosphere only slightly. “You are precious to me, as I have grown to know you. More so than the other members of our tribe.”

Your eyes widen, not expecting such a declaration. You have to keep your mouth from opening in shock.

Unperturbed, the warrior continues. The fiercest of his eyes growing with every passing moment. His grip becomes impossibly more gentle, every callous he ever had suddenly disappearing. “Though my focus does lie with the master emerald, it is you that keeps my attention and company Y/N, not any gem or jewel.”

“I don’t know why you would think that.” You blurred out, too caught off guard to think to hold back.

Knuckles takes it in stride, once again taking a breath, wanting to speak as clearly as possible. The effort from keeping his cool shows on his face, a little scrunched with the strain. He leans in to emphasize his next words, yearning to have you understand him. “I do.”

The staticky fog in your mind doesn’t seem so intense anymore. 

“You have commendable bravery, and a personality unlike any other. Attributes I now hold dear.” Knuckles returns your hands to your lap, taking the opportunity to straighten the fabric of your shirt, which has since been crooked. The neckline is quickly fixed back into its usual spot with a quick tug upward, letting it fall back into position naturally. He now spoke with a more annoyed tone than before. It would’ve alarmed you about 5 minutes ago, though now you’ve calmed, and know the warrior doesn’t point such frustrations to you, but to the third party in question. “Which is why it pains me to see you overwhelmed in this way. Especially by those who are meant to be closest.”

You worry your palms, growing tired at the lack of things you can actually answer. “I’m sorry” You whisper, “I should’ve told you.”

“It’s alright” Knuckles whispers back, in a way that differs from your own. A way that makes your thoughts coherent. That actually helps you understand that he's telling the truth. “I don’t know much of troubles such as this… but I do know they can be complex to you.”

He rolls his shoulders, instinctively resetting his posture. “But to me?” He shrugs, “Not so much.”

That earns a watery chuckle from you. 

The air feels tired, almost rung out of all energy it had. It’s breathable now, and it lets you digest everything, lets the both of you take a moment to grasp with the gravity of the situation. Lets Knuckles figure out what to say next.

“I want you to make a promise.” He speaks, crossing his arms in front of his chest with a huff.

“What kind?”

“My kind.” He responds.

You sit up straight, a little confused. Knuckles takes it as a signal to proceed.

“I want you to promise to ask for my aid if something like this were to happen again.”

You furrow your brow. “Knux, I don’t think I can-”

“Let me restate that.” He rehashes, cutting you off. “I want you to promise to try to ask for my help.”

You bite your lip, looking off to the side in contemplation. Could you? Realistically. It surely was a difficult question to answer, especially with every little negative thought poking into your brain to tell you no. If this question had been asked before, you probably would have said yes just in passing. It would be easy to say yes, just to get the question over with. But now, as you hold the spotlight, you can't lie. Not to him, not right now. It's neither the time nor place. And you don’t think it ever will be. 

But as you look at Knuckles now and into his stupidly sweet lavender gaze of his, your true answer starts to become more and more real. Him and that worried look of his does wonders in helping to encourage you to make that leap, to take that chance that you never knew you would be taking. It's so strange, you think, he could do anything, as mountainous as destroying death robots, or as simple as baking a cake with you on a Sunday morning, and it would all still come together into the nice little package of ‘good’ he had to offer. Nothing changed with him, even now, as that same sense of good comes in clutch to hull you away from your enemies and take on the burden instead of you. An honor like that is impossible to find, and irreplaceable once tossed away. You better remember that Y/N.

And that's when your answer becomes clear. Something so profound and special, so kind and gentle, will never be forgotten or taken for granted if you have any say in it. And it will never shake, nor ever waiver. You have a promise to uphold, and you intend to keep it. As a protector, as the protected, and as a roommate.

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