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Shadow x sonic x tall!fox!reader who wished that they were shorter to kiss their boyfriends easier

“Tall People Problems”

Pairing(s): Shadow the Hedgehog x Tall Mobian Fox Reader x Sonic the Hedgehog

Requested: Yes (by @fernstarsblog ).

Description: Being tall was great! You could reach the top shelf, you- …well, that was about it. You always disliked being so tall; you could never properly kiss your partners. It sucked.

Notes: Even more poly stuff, heck yeah! I hope you enjoy!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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It was a pretty average day, with the sun shining outside and the birds chirping.

You creak open your eyes, blinking a few times as you adjust to the light.

The first thing you notice is the two warm, heavy bodies on top of you.

The second thing you notice is one of them snoring, that one being your partner, Sonic.

The other body, that being your other partner, Shadow, who seems to be purring, though it sounds more like clicking, which you’ve loved since the first time you heard it.

This was…nice.

You start scratching Sonic and Shadow behind their ears, causing Sonic to start purring with Shadow leaning into your touch.

You could get used to this.

…Unfortunately the peace doesn’t last long, with Sonic’s communicator blasting its ringtone at full volume, causing all of you to all but leap out of the bed, all of you on edge as Sonic answers his communicator.

“Yello?” Sonic says.

“Hi Sonic! Sorry for the early call,” the voice of Tails says. “I just wanted to make sure you remembered our morning hangout!”

“Oh yeah! Don’t worry bro, I’ll be there in a minute,” Sonic says. “Just let me say bye to my partners and such.”

“Okay, no rush! I’ll see you soon, Sonic!” Tails says.

“See ya soon, bro,” Sonic states before hanging up, letting off a huge yawn while stretching. Shadow, too, yawns, rubbing his eyes a bit with his ungloved hands. “Welp, guess I gotta juice. Love you both!”

Sonic gives you both a kiss on the lips, which causes Shadow to get flustered as it usually does, before zooming out the door.

“Typical Sonic,” you say, shaking your head. “Guess that leaves us to breakfast, eh?”

“I suppose it does,” Shadow states. “What are you thinking?”

“Probably just eggs and bacon, maybe with some sausage and coffee,” you say.

“Sounds good to me,” Shadow says.

The two of you head off to the kitchen, and you quickly remember that the counters are sort of small compared to you.

I mean, you’re only about a foot taller than your partners, but it still doesn’t help much with the fact that you’re, well, tall.

Regardless, you lean down, grabbing a pan and turning on the stove, placing the pan over the heat, grabbing the butter and eggs, spreading butter on the pan before cracking two eggs, cooking them to over-easy perfection, taking them off of the pan and onto a plate with your spatula.

Buttering up the pan again, you crack two more eggs, this time opting to scramble them for yourself. After they’re cooked to perfection, you use the spatula again to put them on another plate just as Shadow finishes cooking the sausage and bacon.

He places them on a plate and you give Shadow a kiss on the head, where his red streak ends, and he grumbles, a bit flustered.

The two of you eat your breakfast, chatting about whatever, with Sonic eventually coming back around noon, the three of you opting to go out on an afternoon hike before coming home once it’s dark, getting ready for bed.

While watching a before-bed movie (with it being some cheesy romance movie), you start to wonder what it would be like to be the same height as your partners. Being tall is great and all (hey, that rhymed), but you wish you were shorter so you could properly kiss your partners.

Sonic notices you sulking and he tilts his head to the side, confused.

“Everything alright, [Nickname]?” Sonic asks.

“Do you guys ever wish I was shorter?” you ask.

“Where is this coming from all of a sudden?” Sonic asks.

Shadow looks over at you as well, a bit of concern on his face.

“I just- Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being tall, but…I wish I was able to properly kiss you both,” you state.

“Aw, but [Name], we love your tall kisses,” Sonic says. “And if you were shorter, we’d lose our huge cuddle buddy!”

“What the faker is trying to say is that we love you for you,” Shadow states. “Be it tall, short, or whatever. We love you regardless.”

You give the both of them a kiss, as if saying “Thank you.”

You loved these hedgies to death.

There's been a lack of my brother the hedgehog au art on this blog I apologise

they should have a lil fun in white space, as a treat :^)

"Why are you afraid? A wonderful future awaits you."

In which Eri takes 2 weeks to draw and animate a 10-second static scene 😆 enjoy!

SFX used: x x

Shadow the hedgehog

indirect kiss

High-res Base card for Azul Ashengrotto - Relaxing In Room

Concepts

Picking up Pieces - 18+

Blade X Reader - Modern AU

He was gonna be your neighbor, you wouldn’t have anything to do with him aside from maybe an occasional passing in the hallway. Unfortunately, you’ve forgotten how thin the walls in the building truly were and days and nights became blurred as you - unwillingly - had to listen to everything that happened beyond these walls. Until one day, everything went silent.

Based on this prompt.

Tags/Warnings: after chapter 2 past Blade/Dan Heng, No cheating, Neighbor AU, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Masturbation, Rough sex, Implied substance abuse

Words: 14k

Status: Complete

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

RISKY

‘Cause you’re wearing nothing but your perfume… It’s one hell of a view…

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ featuring. blade x fem reader

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ content warnings. smut, meanperv!blade, potential dubcon, car sex, outdoor sex, jerking off, degradation kink, praise kink, rough sex, nipple play, choking, slight manhandling, breeding kink

౨ৎ˚⋆˖ synopsis. you call him out for being a perv — word count. 2.1k

Blade is quiet as usual while driving his sleek red sports car. You’re sitting on the passenger seat, occasionally stealing glances of him. You can’t help it—and I’m not blaming you. Bladie looks so attractive all focused on the road ahead as he shifts gears and accelerates the car. You’ve grown used to having a sleep-deprived, suicidal driver. And though your heart continues to beat like crazy, now it’s for entirely other reasons—impure reasons. 

The two of you have just finished a successful infiltration mission given to you by Elio. Everything went according to the ‘script,’ so all’s well that ends well. You barely remember what the mission was about, too focused on the man driving next to you. Suits look good on him, you think as your eyes roam over his body, clad in that perfectly tailored dark suit. Your own dress is just as perfect, a little gift from Kafka; a fitted long black dress of silk with a split leg on the right side. No wonder you and Blade stole the show back there. 

“You’re staring,” Blade says, not missing a beat, his eyes still focused on the road ahead. They flicker to you for a brief second, the hint of a smirk ghosting over his lips, before he turns his attention back to the peaceful night street. 

“I’m not,” you retort, folding your arms to your chest. Your defensive tone betrays you, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Mhm,” is all he responds, the sound laced in sarcasm. He doesn’t believe you one bit. 

“As if you weren’t staring at me back there,” you mumble begrudgingly. You prop your elbow on the door and lean against your palm, your eyes taking in the blurred images of your surroundings as the car pierces through the night, the air caressing your skin, your hair dancing behind you. You’re determined to ignore him, though you can’t help but murmur, “Perv.” 

Blade bursts out laughing, the sound rich and filling the entire car, lingering in your eyes long after he’s calmed down, somewhat. His shoulders are still shaking with small laughs. You narrow your eyes at him, clearly annoyed by his laughter, though he doesn’t look at you once, keeping his eyes straight ahead. 

“So funny, yes,” you say, sarcasm dripping all over your words. “I called you a ‘perv’ and you’re laughing. My, I didn’t know you’d find that so funny, Bladie.” 

“Were you hoping for another reaction?” he asks, his tone suggestive, hinting at what you were indeed expecting. 

“Hmph!” You turn your head towards the other side. “In your dreams.” 

The car comes to a stop at a red light, which confuses you, since you’re the only car around. Plus, you’re Stellaron Hunters, wanted posters of you are hung around all over the cosmos. A minor offence like crossing a red light is nothing compared to all the other stuff you’ve done. 

“Since when do you care for—” 

The sound of his seat belt unbuckling barely registers, as Blade interrupts you by capturing your lips. For a moment, you’re just looking at him, eyes widened, staring into his own, feeling his smirk against your lips. He wraps a delicate hand around your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp, giving him the perfect change to slide his tongue through your parted lips. Your hands come up to his chest, meaning to push him away, but they ultimately just remain there, palms planted over the hard muscles of his chest, as you lose yourself in him. 

When Blade finally breaks the kiss, your ragged breaths echo in the deafening silence, though that infuriating smirk on his lips is louder than the thrumming of your heart. He looks so maddeningly smug as he buckles up again, you want to smack that smirk off his face. You raise your hand to hit him, only for Blade to catch it midair, interlacing your fingers, as your entwined hands rest now on his thigh as he drives away. 

“Fucking perv,” you curse under your breath, though you can feel the heat increasing in your cheeks. 

Blade casually handles the car with one hand, while raising your hands to his lips. “Right, I’m a ‘perv,’” he murmurs, his lips brushing over your skin. He doesn’t break eye-contact with the road ahead as he kisses your hand, sneakily biting you, before resting your hands back on his thigh. You try to slip your hand from his, but he only tightens his grip. And eventually, you give up. 

After a while, when the car comes to a halt and Blade cuts the engine, you look around at the secluded spot he’s stopped. No cars, barely any lights, only a vast and open space by the side of the highway. This time, you hear it, loud and clear, the sound of his seat belt as he takes it off. Blade leans closer to you, his eyes roaming over you like a predator sizing up its prey, his fingers threading through the silky locks of your hair. 

“Why did you stop here?” you ask, your voice thankfully coming out steady. “We need to head back and report to Elio.” 

“Elio can wait,” Blade responds, clicking your seat belt open and leaning even closer, practically caging you between himself, the seat and the door. “But a ‘perv’ like me can’t.” 

“Y-You mean…” You gulp down hard, your eyes nervously looking around at your surroundings as if expecting someone to show up. “Right here?” 

“What?” Blade says, feigning ignorance, though his smirk betrays him. “Isn’t this what you wanted, princess? I thought all that staring and you calling me a ‘perv’ was because you wanted me to pull up to the side of the highway and pay attention to you.” His hand slips underneath your dress through the opening, climbing higher to your core. His fingers briefly rub over your panties, the damp fabric making his smirk more vexing than it already is. “Or was I wrong?” he taunts, as if the answer isn’t obvious. 

His hands cup your ass, lifting you off the seat, as he kisses your body over the fabric of your dress. One hand keeps your hips up, whilst the other fists the dress, pulling it up to your waist. You watch with a bated breath as Blade takes the waistband of your panties between his teeth and slides it down, lifting your legs up to take it off. When he slides it off your ankles, he brings it to his nose, inhaling the scent of your arousal, your cheeks catching fire at the sight. 

“You—! What are you—!” 

“Isn’t this what a ‘perv’ does?” Blade asks, stuffing your panties into the breast pocket of his suit jacket. His fingers grab the zipper of your dress, easily unzipping it and taking it off over your head, throwing it down on your legs. He cannot help but let out a low growl, the sound reverberating through his chest at the sight of your naked body. 

“S-Someone might see us,” you protest, although you lean your head back to give him better access to your neck, as he kisses you, sucking and leaving hickeys. 

Blade smirks as he looks up at you, his hands moving to your waist. “Nobody will see us,” he reassures. Before you have the time to complain once more, he shuts you up by kissing you again. One arm wraps around your waist, while the other slides up, gripping the back of your neck, as he pulls you closer to him. He keeps you hostage as he devours you, pressing your naked body against his suit-clad one, your breasts flattening against the hard muscles of his chest, your nipples erecting into little buds at the friction. 

When he pulls back, he lets you slump on the passenger seat as Blade leans against his own seat. Your eyes never leave him, watching him effortlessly unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers, shoving them down along with his underwear just enough to free his aching cock. You watch as he angles himself better to look at you, his calloused hand wrapping around his dick and stroking the shaft, as his eyes roam over you, focusing on the marks he’s already left on your neck. 

“Your gaze tells me you want to ride my dick,” Blade coos, his hand still stroking his cock, his eyes now locked on yours. 

“I-I don’t!” Your cheeks burn and you hate how your high-pitched tone betrays you, even though all you want is to refute his words. But even if you managed to sound more unbothered, he can see it in your eyes and all over your body that you’re burning up with desire, just like him. 

Blade reaches out to you and helps you climb on his lap, your back to him. You feel him align himself with your entrance and your hands reach up to grab onto the windscreen. He grabs your waist and roughly slams your body down against him, groaning at the familiar sensation of your sweet cunt wrapped around his girth. 

“Fuck… I missed this,” Blade breathes out. His hands hold your waist as he sets a relatively slow tempo at first, giving you some time to adjust to him. Soft moans and mewls leave your lips, the sounds all the reassurance he needs to pick up the pace. He thrusts up inside you in rhythm with him slamming you down on him, hitting that spot deep inside you that has your eyes gazing at the back of your skull. 

“B-Blade, s-so big…” you shamelessly moan into the night. “Slow down…” 

Blade slaps your ass harshly, making you clench around him, as he caresses the already reddening spot. “I thought you were scared we’d get caught,” he coos. He leans closer, leaving a kiss to your shoulder blade. “What happened? Is this perv’s cock so good, you forgot all about your shyness now? Hmm, princess?” 

His hands move up to cup your breasts, feeling their weight and how they fill his palms. He toys with your nipples, pinching and twisting them to draw out more of your sweet little whimpers he adores. All the while you’re now riding his cock all on your own; just like he had said you would. Your knuckles have turned white from how hard you’re gripping the windscreen, but you couldn’t care less right now, your mind only filled with Blade. 

He kisses your back, biting at your sides and inhaling your signature perfume, getting intoxicated in the aroma and that scent that’s uniquely you. He can feel you getting close to your orgasm and can’t help teasing you. “Look at you, princess,” he taunts. “Such a good cock sleeve for a perv like me. Will you let me cum inside you too? Hmm? Will you let me fill this pretty pussy?”

“Yes! Oh Aeons— Yes, please!” you moan, completely out of your mind. The only thought ruling over you is your impending orgasm. “Please, Blade!” 

“My my,” he coos, his hands returning to grab your waist. Wasting no time, Blade grips your waist bruisingly tight, as he starts fucking you even rougher than before, driving both of you to the edge of pleasure and ecstasy. 

You’re babbling all kinds of incoherent words along with his name, when Blade slams you down on him one last time, burying himself to your depths as he cums thick ropes of cum inside you. Your pussy flutters and convulses around his shaft, milking every last drop of his seed, as he pulls your trembling body to rest against him. 

“Such a perfect cum slut,” Blade whispers in your ear, eliciting a whiny moan from your lips. He tilts your head to the side and kisses your lips, consuming all of your whimpers and complaints along with the rest of you. 

When the kiss breaks, you’re slightly dazed, the remnants of your orgasm still gleaming in your beautiful eyes, letting your body rest against his. Blade doesn’t move for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion. 

But then, he starts thrusting up inside you, a white ring forming around his cock from your mixed essences. 

“Blade!” you scold. “We need to get back! Elio will be furious if we take any longer!” You try to escape, but his hold on your body is as solid as steel. “And… I’m somewhat sore…” 

Blade laughs, the sound reverberating on your back. He sucks on your neck and leaves another hickey to an empty spot, all the while still pounding into you. “Elio can wait,” he finally responds to your concerns. “As for being sore already…” he trails off as his eyes lock with yours. 

There’s a fire in his red orbs that threatens to burn you alive. And despite your mind’s warnings, you find yourself wanting to eternally burn in this man’s fire. 

“I can only promise you’ll be sore for a long time after I’m done with you, princess.”

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⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚A Bloody Way To Show Your Love⋆.˚☾ .⭒˚

☾ Vampire!Blade x GN!Reader

☾ 1.0k Words

☾ Summay: Blade has been avoiding you for a while, and with a hunch at what it might be, you decide to check up on him. When your hunch turns out to be correct, you offer to help his dilemma.

☾ Repost from my old account!

It's been about a little over a week since you last saw Blade. Well, since you saw him face-to-face. You've seen him lurking around, but any time you caught his eyes, he would immediately turn around and walk away. You were getting a little worried about him. It wasn't like him to ignore you out of the blue for no reason.

Unless...he was hungry.

There were times when Blade couldn't get the blood he needed, and when that happened, he would try to stay as far away from you as possible. But it was usually for about a day or two, and then he would be back to normal. But that obviously wasn't the case this time.

You wanted to make sure that he was okay, and even though Blade always advised you against going near him, that didn't stop you from knocking on his door one night to check on him.

He opened the door cautiously, taking a moment to look at who it was before opening it more when he saw that it was just you. He leaned on the doorframe, his broad body blocking the entrance.

"What is it?" He asked, crossing his arms as he frowned at you.

"I was worried about you." You replied, noting how pale and sickly he looked.

"I'm fine," He replied, his face facing away from you.

""But I'm busy, so please leave." He said, trying to close the door on you until you stopped the door with your foot.

"That's bullshit. You're not fine, and you're not busy."

He sighed.

"Let me in Blade, please." You asked.

He opened the door again, moving aside to let you in. You walked in, taking a seat on the sofa. Blade closed the door behind you, walking towards where you sat but not taking a seat, keeping his distance.

"Tell me the truth, Blade. How long has it been since you ate?" You asked, staring him down as he sighed, massaging his temples.

"It's...been a while. I haven't been able to hunt recently." He murmured.

You stared at him, wondering what you should do. You could offer your blood to him, but would he..?

"What if..." You started.

"I already know what you're going to say, and I won't take your blood, you know that," Blade interrupted.

He knew that you just wanted to help him; you always did; anytime hadn't had blood in a while, you'd always offered yourself. He always refused, not because he didn't want it, but because he was worried that he would start to need it, that no other person's blood would ever compare to yours. He always desired to taste your blood, but he didn't want to give in to his cravings, in case he wasn't able to stop himself.

He didn't want to hurt you because you were one of the few people who truly accepted him as what he was. And if he was to take your blood, would he be able to control himself? He wasn't sure.

But at the same time, he really needed blood, and if you were willing to give it to him…

Before you knew it, he had you pinned to the couch, his hands pushing your shoulders against the couch, looming over your figure. He pressed his mouth against your ear, whispering,

"Are you sure about me drinking your blood? What if I lose control? I don't want to hurt you, but... I need it, and I've been wanting to taste you for so long."

"I'm sure," you whispered back, taking his face so that he could see the certainty in your eyes, "and I trust you. I know you wouldn't hurt me."

He nodded, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before sitting down next to you to face you.

"In case I lose control, please stop me." Blade pleaded.

You nodded, "I will,"

You looked into his eyes before placing your head on his shoulder. Blade pushed your hair back, leaving your neck exposed. Just being so near to you was already making him crazy, all he wanted to do was sink his fangs into you. But he hesitated. Was it really okay for him to do this?

He carefully lowered his mouth down, his fangs barely grazing your skin. He licked his lips before finally biting down.

He groaned as he tasted your blood for the first time, an overwhelming feeling that fogged his brain for a minute. Just as he expected, you tasted delicious. To him, your blood was like the finest wine, a delicacy like no other. Maybe it was because you were the only person whom he'd taken blood from who was still alive, so he could feel your blood rush, your pulse beat furiously, and every shallow breath you took; every little detail was vivid to him. Or, maybe it was because you willingly gave yourself up to him because you loved him. Because you cared for him, even if he didn't care about himself, and would do anything for him. There was no way that he could turn back to anyone else.

He grabbed your waist, pushing you closer to his body, trying to deepen his fangs into your neck. You whimpered as you felt him dig deeper into your skin.

"Blade..." You breathed out, raking your nails down his arms.

"Hmh...?" You heard Blade mutter, still drinking from your neck.

"Take it slow. Please"

He squeezed your waist, taking a moment to kiss the bite mark before placing his fangs back into you.

He tried his best to be as gentle as possible, doing anything to make this experience more comfortable. But wanting to take you all in was what was setting him back. He tried to take it slow for your sake, but the satisfaction you were giving him made that hard. The more that he drank from you, the more he wanted.

And what was really stopping him from taking what he wanted? You were a strong individual, but strong enough to stop him? You were entirely in the palm of Blade's hand. So what was stopping him?

"I love you, Blade." You whispered while running your hands through Blade's hair and kissing the crook of his neck.

He grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers through yours. He loved you too. He could never forget that.

He let go of your neck, licking up the blood that escaped from your wound. He sighed in contentment, taking you into his arms. He placed his head on top of yours while you relished this rare moment with him.

"Are you good now?" You asked.

"Yeah," He mumbled into your hair.

You laughed softly, "That's good."

"Mmm..." He pressed a kiss to your lips, "You're intoxicating."

You laughed again, "Is that so?"

"Hmm..." He mused. "Thank you for this."

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Nocturnal pull☆ミ

Shadow the hedgehog x gn reader

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(ФωФ): established relationship, shodow is experiencing...INSTINCTS!!

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The night air was cool, thick with the scent of damp earth and the faintest trace of ozone from a recent storm. You sat on the back porch of your shared home, knees pulled up to your chest, watching the stars flicker between breaks in the rolling clouds. The moonlight caught on the edges of wet leaves, casting silver highlights on the grass below. It was quiet—except for the faint, rhythmic sound of something rustling against the wooden floorboards behind you.

Shadow.

You didn’t have to turn around to know he was there. You had long since learned the cadence of his movements—the way his footfalls barely made a sound when he walked, how he hesitated just a second before stepping closer, like he was still adjusting to the idea of sharing space with another. Tonight, though, there was something… different. His pacing was persistent, almost anxious, though he would never admit it.

You sighed and turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of him over your shoulder. He wasn’t sitting next to you like usual. Instead, he was hovering just a few feet away, shoulders tense, eyes flickering between you and the surrounding area. His quills twitched, shifting slightly every time the wind rustled through the trees. His arms were crossed, but you could see the subtle flex of his fingers against his biceps—restless, agitated.

“…What are you doing?” you asked softly.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he huffed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other before finally uncrossing his arms.

“…Keeping watch.”

You blinked. “For what?”

His gaze snapped to you, sharp and unwavering, before darting away again as if he was embarrassed to admit it. “…Anything.”

Your heart squeezed at that. It wasn’t unusual for Shadow to be protective—he had long since appointed himself as your unofficial guardian, even before you had started dating. But this was different. The way he was holding himself, the constant flicking of his ears, the barely restrained energy in his stance—it reminded you of something. Something instinctual.

“Shadow,” you said, your voice a little softer now. “Are you…” You hesitated, but the thought was already forming in your mind. “Are you feeling antsy because it’s nighttime?”

He stiffened.

You bit your lip, fighting back a smile. Oh. Oh, this made so much sense.

Hedgehogs were nocturnal, weren’t they? Well, mostly—Shadow had been genetically engineered, so he didn’t exactly follow all the rules of a normal hedgehog, but still. His habits had always leaned toward the night. He was most active after sundown, even when he pretended not to be.

And right now, it seemed like his instincts were in full force.

“Shut up,” he muttered, turning his head away, but the slight twitch of his nose betrayed him.

You nearly melted on the spot.

“Awhh..” you whined, pushing yourself up onto your knees and reaching for him. “You’re all fidgety. Oh my god, are you having one of those little… instinct things??”

“I am not—”

“Oh my god, you are.” You gasped, covering your mouth in mock horror. “Wait. Are you sniffing the air right now?”

Shadow immediately stopped, his nose wrinkling as if he could somehow undo the fact that he had, in fact, been scenting the breeze. His quills bristled slightly, and he turned his back to you, clearly trying to regain his dignity.

You weren’t having it.

“Come here,” you said, reaching for him again. “Let me love you.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“…No.”

You pouted, but he didn’t budge. He was still lingering near the porch steps, his posture tense like he was still resisting the urge to prowl the perimeter. His instincts were telling him to move—to be alert, to patrol, to make sure nothing was lurking in the dark that could pose a threat to you. It was ridiculously cute.

You stood up and stepped forward, slowly sliding your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek against the back of his shoulder. He tensed for a moment before sighing, his muscles relaxing under your touch.

“You don’t have to be on high alert all the time, you know,” you murmured.

“I do.”

You hummed. “Even in a completely safe area?”

“Yes.”

“Even though I am literally right here, clinging to you, completely unbothered?”

“…Yes.”

You grinned, squeezing him a little tighter. “You’re ridiculous.”

He didn’t respond, but you could feel his chest rise and fall with a deep, steady breath. He was grounding himself—letting the warmth of your touch settle him, pulling himself back from the edge of that lingering restlessness.

Then, just as you were about to pull away, he did something that made your brain short-circuit entirely.

He nudged you.

Not a normal, casual nudge. Not a bump of the shoulder or an affectionate push. No—this was different. It was small, subtle, but unmistakable.

He pressed the side of his face against yours, just briefly, just enough for you to feel the velvety texture of his fur against your skin before he pulled back.

You froze.

He had never done that before.

“…Did you just nuzzle me?”

Shadow immediately stiffened again, realization flashing through his eyes.

“…No.”

“Oh my god.” Your voice was barely a whisper, eyes wide with delight. “You did. You totally did.”

“Forget it.”

“NO.” You latched onto him again, this time with full force, rubbing your cheek against his like an overly affectionate housecat. “You can’t just do that and expect me to let it go!”

He groaned, attempting to pry you off, but it was half-hearted at best. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re the cutest thing to ever exist.”

“I am not—”

“You nuzzled me.”

“Let it go.”

“NEVER.”

Despite all his complaints, he didn’t push you away. He let you cling to him, let you melt against him in the cool night air, let you press tiny kisses along his jawline until his ears flicked in mild irritation. And, after a long moment, just when you thought he was done being openly affectionate, he did it again—just the lightest, briefest brush of his muzzle against your temple before he muttered, “Go inside. It’s cold.”

You grinned, squeezing him one last time before stepping back toward the door. “Only if you come too.”

He hesitated, casting one last glance toward the dark tree line before exhaling softly. “…Fine.”

You beamed, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the house.

He followed.

The night stretched on, the world quiet except for the distant rustling of trees and the occasional chirp of a lone insect. Shadow followed you inside, reluctantly allowing himself to be pulled along by your hand, though his movements were still tinged with a sort of controlled tension—like a wild animal forcing itself to step into unfamiliar territory.

You knew he was still fighting the urge to go back outside, to circle the perimeter of your home until his instincts were satisfied that you were safe. He had always been like this—hyper-aware, hyper-vigilant, a creature of habit and deeply ingrained instincts that he barely acknowledged, let alone indulged.

But tonight? Tonight, he had already let something slip.

You still couldn’t get over it. He had nuzzled you.

The moment replayed in your mind, making your chest tighten with the sheer force of how much you adored him. Shadow, the Ultimate Lifeform, the cold and composed warrior, had just succumbed to the tiniest, most subconscious act of affection.

And now you had to push your luck.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, you spun on your heel, eyes gleaming with mischief. Shadow barely had a second to react before you wrapped your arms around him again, burying your face against his neck.

He stiffened instantly. “What are you doing?”

“Absorbing your cuteness.”

“Stop that.”

“Never.” You tightened your hold, swaying slightly from side to side, nuzzling into the soft fur at the base of his quills. “You can’t just nuzzle me and expect me to move on like it didn’t happen. You cuddled me, Shadow.”

“It wasn’t a cuddle.”

“It was a cuddle, and I’m going to keep bothering you about it until you admit it.”

His ear flicked in irritation, but he made no effort to actually push you away. Instead, he let out a slow exhale, his muscles gradually losing their rigidity as he allowed himself to stand there, letting you cling to him like a particularly stubborn barnacle.

You felt his head tilt slightly, just enough for him to scent your hair, and that was when you knew—you had won.

You smirked. “You’re doing it again.”

Shadow immediately pulled back, scowling. “You’re imagining things.”

“AM I?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Or are you subconsciously engaging in more hedgehog behaviors because you love me?”

His glare darkened, but his silence was damning.

You gasped dramatically. “OH my god, you do.”

“I am going to Chaos Spear you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You’re right,” he deadpanned. “It would be a waste of energy.”

You grinned up at him. “So you do love me?”

The hesitation lasted only a second before he sighed, eyes flickering away from yours. “…Obviously.”

Your heart melted. He said it so casually, so bluntly, and yet there was something undeniably warm beneath the words. He had never been the type to offer sweet, flowery confessions, but every time he acknowledged his feelings—every time he chose to stay, to let you in, to soften even the slightest bit—it made you fall for him even more.

You cupped his face between your hands, fingertips brushing against the dark fur of his cheeks. He tensed but didn’t pull away.

“Shadow,” you whispered, your voice softer now, more sincere. “I love you, too.”

His ears twitched. He didn’t say anything right away, but his gloved hands came up to rest against your waist, a feather-light touch that spoke volumes.

And then, to your utter delight—he nuzzled you again.

It was subtle, so brief that anyone else might have missed it. But you felt it—the tiny, barely-there press of his muzzle against your cheek, the way his breath fanned warm against your skin for just a second before he pulled away.

It was enough to send your heart into a frenzy.

“…shadow.” you croaked, eyes wide.

He immediately looked regretful. “Forget that happened.”

“NO.” You grabbed onto him like your life depended on it, shaking him slightly. “YOU DID IT AGAIN.”

He scowled, clearly rethinking every decision he had made that had led to this moment. “I didn’t.”

“YOU DID. OH MY GOD, YOU LOVE ME SO MUCH, IT’S KILLING YOU, ISN’T IT?”

Shadow groaned, prying your hands off him as if physically removing you would end the conversation. “Go to bed.”

“I CAN’T.” You were practically vibrating at this point. “I’M TOO BUSY PROCESSING THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE INSTINCTS AND YOU CAN’T HELP BEING AFFECTIONATE—”

Shadow disappeared.

One moment he was in front of you, the next he had Chaos Controlled away, vanishing into thin air with a crackle of red energy.

You blinked at the empty space where he had stood.

“…He’ll be back,” you muttered to yourself.

And sure enough, about ten minutes later, you felt the faintest shift in the air behind you—the softest brush of warmth as Shadow reappeared, moving toward the bed like nothing had happened.

You didn’t say anything at first. You waited until he settled down, until the room was dark and quiet, until he was lying beside you with his back turned, pretending he was unaffected.

Then, slowly, you rolled over and pressed your forehead against his back.

“…I know you like it when I hold you,” you whispered.

Shadow didn’t move, but his ear twitched again.

“…Tch,” he muttered, but after a long pause, he sighed, shifting just slightly—just enough to let you press yourself closer, just enough to let you tangle your legs with his.

And that was all the permission you needed.

With a triumphant hum, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing yourself flush against his back. He was warm—solid, steady, the quiet hum of his breathing lulling you into comfort.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. The night stretched on, and the weight of sleep started pulling you down.

Then, just before you drifted off, you felt it again—so faint you almost thought you imagined it.

A tiny, almost imperceptible nuzzle against the top of your head.

Your heart squeezed.

“…Cutie,” you mumbled sleepily.

Shadow exhaled, resigned. “…Shut up.”

But he didn’t pull away.

no character is safe from the slutty half up half down

Interesting Scarabia Duo Eye Detail

If you look closely at their eyes (specifically the lashes/makeup), Jamil’s rounded eyeliner doesn’t seem to behave the same as Kalim’s - Kalim's remains in the same position when he closes his eyes, whereas Jamil's ends up moving downward like this:

...Which implies that Jamil's isn't eyeliner, but in fact his own lashes 😭

And conveniently his loungewear card shows us how he looks without makeup, which also confirms that yes, he's... naturally like this, bro's just built different I suppose

“Everything is a blur but..”

“I still see you..”

I've never played any of the Sonic mobile games but some of the outfits are fun 👍

doom morph morphing

dont forget ur daily clicks!!

hi!! do you perhaps have the assets for 'Briarland - Near Castle Wildrose' and 'Castle Wildrose - Path to Castle Gates' backgrounds? i would really appreciate it if you could get them for me! :D thank you so much in advance! your works are godsend <3

I'm afraid I don't know the backgrounds by name/heart, but I hope the one you're looking for is among these

cinematic parallels

Sonadow Future AU Shenanigans

that one tiktok trend

spending time in Pomefiore changes people

My secret Santa gift for @strawberri-pi!!

Hope u like it as much as I like it

thank youuuuuuu ＞ᨓ＜💕

"annoying"

more of the mute sonic au

[Dance with The Devil] [movie!Shadow x reader headcanons]

Summary: a collection of random headcanons/small scenarios based on my "Click Click Boom" post for Shadow!

Word count: 1.5k

Disclaimer (1): Harkness scale people, he is of age and can consent and is sentient. I'm allowed to want to kiss the hedgehog.

Disclaimer (2): This can be read as Romantic or Platonic! Though I did write it to be implied romance.

A/N: Yall asked for more, who am I to deny the people (I imagine kissing him every second of the day). I tried to hit a lot of asks all in one to give eveyrone what they asked for! I hope y'all enjoy! Reblogs and comments are super appreciated and motivate me to write more <3

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Shadow is so extremely overprotective of you, borderline to an unhealthy agree but is it really when you're welcoming to it??

You, by all means, shouldn't encourage him. He's one of the strongest beings on the planet. He can't just make threats, God knows if he'll act out on them.

You can't help but let it happen though, a warm fuzzy feeling deep in your chest clouds your judgment for a few moments. Knowing that Shadow sees you as someone worth protecting, of caring for.

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Shadow baring his fangs at Sonic and fucking growling is new though.

"Shadow did you just- did you just fucking growl?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sonic was just trying to hug me dude, relax.'

"He'll get his scent all over you. No."

Shadow turns his back on you, so he misses the blush that overtakes your entire face.

He has an inkling though, if the strangled cry from your throat is any indication.

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Riding ! With ! Him !!! He takes you on drives all the time, it helps him clear his head and it's his way of asking for physical contact without giving you idea, feeling you against his back and your body pressed up against his does wonder for his mental health, he'll purposefully take longer routes and side roads at night to keep you close.

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If you fall asleep on the couch, Shadow isn't gonna curl up with you, but he's next to the couch, head propped up against the arm rest as he watches over you. He's well aware he could just teleport you both to your room, but you look too peaceful :( and he knows he takes up all your time and energy, so he rather let you rest.

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Shadow always walks behind you. It's a nervous habit. If he wanders behind, he has the perfect view to scan for threats.

You go to tell him he's being paranoid, but stop yourself. The last person he cared for died, the girl who gave him a purpose. You shut your joke down fast, shaking your head when Shadow raises an eye bridge at your expression.

"Do you want to hold my hand?" You go with that instead.

"Absolutely not."

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Please god can you imagine shopping for him, getting his leather jackets and what not bc he fucking deserves it, especially when you nervously claim that he needs the correct gear for riding his motorcycle and he hits you with:

"That's useless, I can easily chaos control if need be."

BUT HE DOESN'T RIDE WITHOUT IT EVER !!!! You even got it monogrammed, and he runs his thumb across it often, scoffing at himself when he realizes, snatching his hand away.

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Shadow likes to be useful, even though you tell him again and again that he doesn't owe you anything, he doesn't listen.

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If you wear makeup and ever fall asleep in it, you can't ever seem to remember if it was you who took it off, your memories jumbling up together to the point you're not sure.

It was Shadow, he knows you don't like showing others your bare face, which he thinks is ridiculous as shit, he likes you as you are, whether with makeup or bare, you're you.

Please I could cry imagining him so gently taking a makeup wipe and rubbing small circles to get that waterproof eyeliner off of you, eyes laser focused into his task. I'm gonna throw up.

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In the colder months, he's susceptible to being more mellow and relaxed. Despite being the ultimate life form and having fur, he still gets cold and hates the feeling.

This brings me to the fact that bro steals your blankets, he has no remorse and will walk right into your room to take your heated blanket. He's an asshole.

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Fully believes that nicknames are stupid and that they don't matter, the best he's gonna do for you is call you by your first Intial (ex: Teddy = T) It's rare that he'll do call you by it regardless, but beggers cannot be choosers.

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Getting matching bangles to match his inhibitor rings!! Makes him go stupid for a second, brain computing that oh??? You want to match him?? He's gonna tease you, but when you threaten to just take them off, he immediately goes quiet.

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The subject of being sick came up often in asks, and he struggles really hard with it. It's not obvious, but if you look closely, his quills are pin straight, and he's easily more agitated.

He's not mad at you, it's not your fault, it's just that seeing you curl up into bed brings back so many bad memories of when Maria has flare ups and couldn't leave her bed.

It made him feel useless. His whole reason for being was to help cure illness, maybe not the common cold. He's aware of that, but the point remains.

Shadow gets more docile, even going to ask Maddie what to do. The woman offers to come over and take care of you instead, but Shadow shuts her down quickly. He's more than capable, and he's a little overprotective.

"Are you sure? I don't mind, I don't have anything going on."

"That isn't necessary."

"But it might be better if it's m-"

"I can take care of them."

It's hard to argue with a 5ft hedgehog that can easily snap your neck, so she regents and hands him over some cold and flu medicine along with painkillers and vaporub and instructions. He looks so silly with all of it in his arms, Gatorade, water, the medicine, some food, but it warms your heart. You haven't had anyone really look after you when you were sick, always left to fend for yourself, so it's nice.

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For my period havers, I am on mine, so this made it in:

Shadow using his hands as personal heating pads for your stomach or the small of your back, you can't seem to remember where you put your heating pad so he sits there with you and just, shoves his hand onto your skin, it's added comfort due to his fur.

"Oh my god, that feels good."

You groan into your pillow, curling up into a ball, your back facing the ultimate lifeform.

"Is it really that bad?"

Shadow hums, moving to ever so slightly knead the skin, smirking to himself when you damn near moan at the feeling.

"You know damn fucking well it's that bad."

Shadow snorts.

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Once you're both closer, he allows you to touch him alot more, so long as you ask him first if you can run your fingers over his quills, he finds it soothing, it's common to find you both on the couch, fast asleep together with the TV set to come true crime YouTube video.

Sonic takes a million pictures, to which he sends to Shadow later. The black hedgehog doesn't say anything, but he secretly saves each one.

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Speaking of the others, you try and force him to spend time with team Sonic to varying degrees of success. Mainly the success being if you will also be there and be by his side. The team likes you well enough, always playfully telling you that they can handle Shadow if he ever hurts you.

Which gets them Shadow staring them down, his eyes lighting up as a warning.

You'd think they'd learn that this man doesn't play when it comes to you, but they're a bit stupid.

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When it comes to any insecurities you may have, he shuts that shit down IMMEDIATELY, you think it's because he genuinely doesn't give a fuck, but no, it's because he cares about you and will logically tell you facts. Does it help? It's varying, but he still tries.

Issue with your weight. He doesn't care. Are you healthy? That's all that matters. He's strong enough to lift you up, and he'll demonstrate it on you if need be. He doesn't know who put it into your head that there's any issue with it, but he'll fix it.

"Shadow, can I ask you something?"

"Go on."

"Does my weight ever bother you?"

"I am not like human men."

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You're insecure about talking about your interests/hyperfixations? He actively will sit down and listen, eyes intense as he takes in every single word you're saying. He'll nod and hum, but his ears are flicked towards you, and Shadow will ask questions pertaining about the characters.

The motherfucker is healing you slowly but surely, mentally and sometimes physically.

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No one thinks that Shadow would be a good companion and will make jokes offhandily that they're sorry that YOU'RE stuck with him, and you don't correct them. They don't deserve to know him.

They don't get to know how the lifeform curls up next to you on his bad days, seeking your affection.

The hedgehog who helps you dry the dishes after every meal with a way too focused look on his face.

The Shadow that always cracks dry ass jokes in hopes to make you smile after a long day.

It's your little secret, and it's one you gladly keep to yourself.

"Oh, he's stuck with me." You wave them off with a smug smirk on your face.

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Hello!!! Can I request a sonic and shadow comforting the reader after her boyfriend broke up with her? Sonic and Shadow have feelings for the reader but whether or not they tell the reader is up to you! :) Thank you!!

A/n: I assume you meant like together, but idk.

Sonic and Shadow x reader who's bf broke up w them

It had been hours, maybe more, since the breakup. The words still echoed in your head. "This isn’t working." So simple, so emotionless. It made you question everything. Just like that? Did they ever even care?

Now you sat curled on your couch, clutching a blanket around you like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart. The TV played a random show in the background, but you weren’t watching. Instead, you just sat there sulking, replaying every moment that led up to this heartbreak.

What you didn’t expect was to hear a familiar tap-tap-tap on your window.

Sonic.

"Yo, Y/N!" Sonic’s voice rang out, cheerful as always. You turned your head, sniffling as Sonic perched on your window ledge like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Mind if I come in?"

You wiped your face quickly with your sleeve. "What are you doing here, Sonic?"

The blue hedgehog grinned, hopping into your room with practiced ease. "I could feel the gloom all the way across town. Thought I’d check in on ya." Then he paused when he got a closer look at your face, red eyes, tear-streaked cheeks. The grin faltered.

Oh.

You looked away, embarrassed. "I’m fine."

"Yeah, and I’m slow." Sonic’s tone was sarcastic as he plopped down onto the couch next to you. "C’mon, spill it. What happened?"

You hesitated. Sonic was your friend, someone who always managed to make you smile, even when you didn’t want to. He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on you with genuine concern.

"My boyfriend broke up with me," you mumbled, voice shaking despite yourself. "Just... out of nowhere. I don’t even know what I did wrong..."

Sonic’s expression darkened for a split second, something uncharacteristic for him, but he covered it quickly, leaning back against the couch like he was trying to play it cool. "His loss."

You sighed. "Sure doesn’t feel like it."

"Trust me. I’ve seen a lot of losers, and this guy? He’s one of ‘em," Sonic said, pointing his thumb in a random direction like your ex was out there somewhere. "If he couldn’t see how awesome you are, then he’s well, not the brightest."

You managed a small smile at that, sniffling again. Sonic noticed and immediately grabbed a tissue box from the table, shoving it into your lap. "Here. Don’t drown the couch, ‘kay?"

"Thanks," you said weakly, dabbing at your face.

Sonic shifted a bit closer, his carefree nature dimmed by genuine concern. "Look… I know it doesn’t help much right now, but you’re gonna get through this. Breakups suck. They’re messy, and they hurt." He scratched the back of his head like he was picking his words carefully. "But you’re one of the strongest people I know. You’ll bounce back. And when you do, you’ll look back on this and realize you deserve way better."

You swallowed thickly. "It doesn’t feel like I’m strong…"

"Hey, strength isn’t about never hurting." Sonic nudged your arm lightly. "It’s about getting back up, even when it feels like you can’t. And I know you can."

The kindness in his words made your chest ache. You turned to Sonic. "Thanks... Really."

He gave you a soft smile. “Anytime, Y/N.”

Just as the moment settled, there was a knock at the door.

You blinked, confused.

Before you could move, Sonic smirked knowingly. "Oh, I know who that is."

You got up slowly, opening the door to find Shadow standing there, arms crossed, eyes sharp as ever.

"Shadow?"

"Hmph." Shadow looked you over, taking note of your puffy eyes and slumped shoulders. "You didn’t answer your phone."

You glanced back at the couch where your phone was buried under a pile of blankets. Shadow seemed to notice, stepping inside uninvited. He locked eyes with Sonic, who waved casually from the couch.

"Took you long enough, Shads," Sonic teased.

Shadow ignored him, turning his attention back to you. "What happened?"

You hesitated again. Sonic answered for you. "Her boyfriend dumped her."

Shadow’s fists clenched at his sides, but his voice remained calm. "Is that so?"

"It’s fine," you said quickly. "Really. I don’t want to talk about it anymore."

Shadow stared at you for a long moment before shaking his head. "No, it’s not fine."

You let out a shaky breath, trying to hold it together. "I just… I don’t know why it hurts so much. I feel like I wasn’t good enough."

"You are."

The conviction in Shadow’s tone startled you. He took a step closer, his usually cold demeanor softening in a way you rarely saw. "Don’t let the actions of a fool define your worth. You’re better than that."

"See?" Sonic chimed in, grinning. "At least we can both agree on something!"

Shadow shot him a glare before continuing. "Dont compare yourself with me."

You let out a shaky laugh.

"See? Thats the spirit! But you know what you need? Ice cream. And a movie marathon. I vote action movies."

"Absolutely not," Shadow countered immediately. "They needs rest, not mindless chaos."

You let out a small laugh at their bickering. "Both sound kind of nice, actually."

Sonic beamed. "That’s the spirit!"

Shadow sighed but didn’t argue. "Fine. But no ridiculous stunts."

The two of them spent the rest of the day with you, Sonic cracking jokes, Shadow keeping a careful eye on you. They didn’t leave your side, not until you were smiling again.

A/n: I think I made sonic and shadows feelings too subtle...

ZONIC THE ZONE COP X READER

( I generally don't know that much about sonic or zonic . Sorry so I try to make a story. Sorry if I get off topic or don't describe sorry )

Zonic the Zone Cop had always been serious about his duties, donning a special uniform complete with a helmet and gloves in his dull metallic blue that contrasted strongly with the bright worlds he protected. His life simply revolved around maintaining order in the multiverse, but that focus left little room for anything else.

You came into his life on one of those routine missions. An anomaly had popped into the No Zone, causing chaos through the dimensions. Zonic needed help. The first time he approached you, it was strictly tactical-you were different, a puzzle he needed to solve. It wasn't long before you discovered you possessed a special kind of power-one that made you both a target of allies and enemies.

The initial tension that had existed amongst you would eventually melt into something warmer. Zonic's serious demeanor would soften whenever he looked at you, your laughter breaking through his walls, and those moments of shared glances turning into something palpable. On one evening with flickering lights from a dimensional portal as the background, you shared stories about your lives.

You had told him about your dreams, about your fears, and about the void that followed you. Zonic listened with a heart that tugged at every word you said; he was impressed with your strength, your resilience. But he also knew what was at stake: his growing attraction to you went against his mission. You were an anomaly, a threat to the multiverse's stability.

When the No Zone finally decided that he was compromised by your bond with him, Zonic was faced with an important decision: destroy the threat you posed or fight for what he had grown to hold dear. It came down to that one final, desperate moment when you unleashed a power you had been concealing. Still pulsating with energy enough to save or destroy all he'd worked for.

"Zonic," you said, voice trembling, "if I am the menace, then I will go. I would not want to bring disarray upon this place."

He shook his head. "You are more than that. I cannot let you go."

For the first time in his life, Zonic found his duties colliding with the intention of his heart. All his life, he had guarded order up to this day, and this emotion was new. Right and dangerous.

You were pitted against the villains who threatened the multiverse in an epic battle. You both combined your skills in the fight against those very forces that Zonic had sworn to defend. The battle was fierce: Zonic fought like a determined hero, while you manipulated your powers to create pathways through chaos.

Just when victory seemed at hand, the multiverse began to shudder. The choice loomed: sacrifice for the greater good or fight against the system he once served. Zonic came to a conclusion.

"I'll take the risk," he said, catching your hand. "We'll face this together."

You two called upon your powers one last time, in that final burst of energy to rebalance creation, but at a terrible cost. Zonic felt a piece of himself get sucked away as the multiverse finally righted itself.

After that, memories flickered like stars of what you had shared. Alone, Zonic stood amidst a void where you had been, his painful reminder. Yet in his heart, love endured—a more constraining force than duty.

He would press on with the quest, but now, with your essence upon his heart, he crossed the obstacles love had, and vowed to protect the multiverse-for you.

Zonic stood on the cusp of the void, the echoes of your existence lingering in his brain. He had so believed in the clear-cut lines and stark demarcations of duty and responsibility. But here, those demarcations were blurred. A heavy feeling in his chest was there to remind him of what he had fought so hard to protect. You were more than just an anomaly; you had become his anchor to a chaotic multiverse.

He remembered the first time he encountered you. It had been a routine mission, one which had become anything but. You were different from anyone he had ever encountered. Your laughter cut through tension that enveloped his serious world. It was disarming. Zonic had tried compartmentalizing his feelings, focusing solely on the task at hand. Yet, every moment spent with you chipped away at the walls he had built around his heart.

And then, as weeks mounted, Zonic learned about your past. You had faced struggles that would have broken others, but you rose with each scar a testament to resilience. He admired that strength. It was something he had never fully understood until he saw it in you. You were not a puzzle to solve, but a force of nature. Zonic had found solace in your stories during the quiet moments, when the chaos of their missions faded into the distance. You'd shared with him your dreams of a world not ruled by chaos, where you belonged. He wished he could promise you that world.

But over him loomed duty, like a storm cloud. The No Zone had its verdict clear: your existence was a threat, a menace to the multiverse. Zonic knew that weight well on his shoulders. He had always chosen order over emotion. But now, faced with the possibility of losing you, everything began to be questioned. Was he really capable of sacrificing what he found? With the thought, a cold thrill ran down his spine.

But when finally the villains appeared, they were unstoppable. Zonic fought hard; his will was stronger than ever. But it was your power that turned the tide. You were carving paths in the chaos. You had become a partner in the best way. Yet as the battle wore on, the multiverse began to shudder once more. A reminder that their bond was precarious. Zonic felt a creep of fear-loss, failure.

In that climactic moment, as you both were unleashing your combined energies, Zonic made a choice. He grasped your hand, grounding himself in the decision he had made. Consequences would be paid together. The power surged, and he felt everything shift. The multiverse stabilized, but at a price: a part of himself was lost now, etched into the fabric of the universe.

Alone, he stood after the battle, his memories of you flickering like distant stars. They were the reminders of what he had sacrificed. Yet in that emptiness, something else pulsed. Love. It pulsed within him, a defiant glow against the shadows of duty. Zonic vowed to carry your essence forward. He would protect the multiverse, not just for order, but for the love that had transformed him. It was a new purpose, a new fight. The mission would still be there, but now guided by your spirit.