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theweasleysredhair · 4 years

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Flustered [G.W.]

Character: George Weasley

Word Count: 3077

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Summary: “You make my heart skip a beat.” In which Georgie is a chaotic, flustered mess in love with a Hufflepuff chaser.

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: For the lovely Erica - I really hope you enjoy it angel! I may have been working on this all week and rewritten it like three times so I’m hoping I got George being all flustered yet cheeky right 😂

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“Wow, you really like her don’t you,” Fred commented as he watched his twin staring hopelessly at the h/c girl a few metres to his left.

“What?” George snapped out of his daydream just as he walked straight into a pillar, knocking him back on his feet and he groaned in pain as Fred and Lee laughed.

“Might wanna watch where you’re walking instead of staring at Y/n, mate,” Lee joked, watching as George rubbed gingerly at his nose. “Love really is blind, eh George?” Fred sniggered.

George groaned, half at his nose hurting and half at his friends’ teasing. It’s not his fault he was so distracted - how could he be expected to focus on where he was walking when you were a few metres away from him?

“Oh shut up, the pair of you. You’re acting like you’ve never fancied a girl before. I distinctly remember you falling on your face, Fred, when you first started liking Angelina,” George scowled, nudging his brother.

“That’s because you tripped me up!” Fred said indignantly. George feigned innocence, “I would never do such a thing.”

And then suddenly his focus had fallen back on you, his previous conversation fading into the background, barely paying attention to Lee’s laughter at his expense.

“She’s the best chaser in Hogwarts I reckon,” he said dreamily, watching as your head fell back as you laughed with your teammates.

To be fair, he wasn’t wrong. You’d made a name for yourself since you’d joined the team a couple years back, and were the best player on the Hufflepuff team. Luckily for George, he knew Harry was a better seeker than Cedric, but he knew you were a force to be reckoned with - you’d scored the most points since the year had started and by a longshot at that.

“You know, we have three perfectly good chasers on our own team you should be complimenting,” Lee pointed out as he opened the doors to exit the castle.

The sun was out, warming up what would have otherwise been a mild morning, dew still covering the grass as hoards of Hogwarts students were milling around, waiting for the match to begin.

The boys began heading towards the quidditch pitch, knowing Oliver Wood would already be there to prep the team on which strategies they’d be using today.

George sighed, “Yeah but... they don’t look like Y/n do they. Or act like her. Or sound like her.”

“I swear to Merlin, if you lose us this match because you can’t stop staring at the girl then I’ll personally kill you myself,” Lee threatened playfully.

“No worries about that, I’ve got a plan!” George announced proudly, straightening his back and pushing his chest out proudly.

“You made a plan? Without me?” Fred came to a sudden halt, making Lee bump into his back as the older twin dramatically clutched his chest as if he was heartbroken.

“Yep. Made it just this minute... I’m gonna flirt with her whilst we’re playing, to distract her,” the younger twin said determinedly.

There was a moment of silence before Fred and Lee burst out laughing laughing, continuing on their journey to the pitch. “You can’t flirt. You can barely speak to her,” Lee chortled, grabbing onto George’s shoulder for support.

“‘S not true. I had a conversation with her the other day!”

“She asked you if she could borrow a quill and you stared at her with heart eyes for a solid couple of minutes before I handed one to her instead. Wouldn’t call that a conversation, Georgie,” Fred said pointedly.

“I wasn’t referring to that - thanks for reminding me of that by the way,” George fake-glared at his twin, “I actually saw her in the library.”

“Oh yeah? What were you doing in the library?” Lee asked in disbelief, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I was studying,” George said simply.

At the sight of Fred and Lee raising their eyebrows, George sighed, “Okay fine, I was hiding from Filch. And I may have seen her walk in there before me. The point is, we had an amazing conversation and she called me cute.”

“Everyone stand back, Georgie’s been called cute and had some really hot, passionate eye contact!” Fred called out sarcastically.

George looked unimpressed, “Oh ha-ha, very funny.”

As they arrived at the stands, the twins bid goodbye to Lee who headed up to commentator’s box.

Around 15 minutes later, the twins were in their quidditch uniform and had just finished with the match briefing. They walked out, laughing and joking when Fred nudged George and nodded over to where you were stood in the middle of the pitch with your team, in your own quidditch uniform, holding onto your broom.

George picked up his pace, taking his place in front of you. He smirked at you, “Heard you’ve been practicing night and day for this, shame we’re going to beat you anyway.”

You looked up and were pleasantly surprised to see the younger twin standing across from you, in his starting position for the match. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy he’d chosen to come and see you instead of speaking to his team.

You scoffed and shot him a grin, “I’m gonna fly circles around you in this match.”

“Bring it on, love! Gryffindor are the best team going,” he bragged, puffing out his chest playfully and making you laugh (something he was extremely happy to have done - he’d never get sick of hearing the melodic sound).

“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that,” you said determinedly, climbing onto your broom.

The match began and George made it his mission to compliment you every time he flew past you, to distract you from scoring. Usually, nothing could stop you from getting the quaffle into the hoops but there was something about the ginger boy that had you flustered, heart racing every time he’d throw a smirk your way.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look right now?” He’d said to you as he flew past you, distracting you just long enough for Alicia Spinnet to score a goal and making you grit your teeth in annoyance.

When you had stolen the quaffle from Katie Bell and were just about to score, he came up beside you saying, “Always knew you were an amazing chaser, babe.” And that was enough for you to miss the hoop by barely a fraction of a centimetre.

The last straw was when you’d just managed to throw the quaffle past Oliver Wood, after having to flip over on your broom to avoid Angelina Johnson flying past you in an attempt to steal it from you, earning another 10 points for Hufflepuff when the younger twin flew past you again, “Well that was hot as hell, love.”

And suddenly you forgot where you were for a moment, staring after him as he flew off, mouth open in a slack ‘o’.

Your team captain flew past you, yelling, “Flirt in your own time, L/n!”, making you realise that you were, in fact, in the middle of a quidditch match. And with that, you decided to give George a taste of his own medicine.

“‘M really glad you keep passing us the quaffle, love, making it so much easier for us to win,” George teased you. “Anything for the most handsome beater around,” you retaliated, batting your eyelashes at him. Sure, you could’ve come up with something better but for being in the middle of a game and thinking on the spot, you didn’t think it was too bad.

You were right as well, because as soon as you said it, George stopped mid-air, frozen in place. Because... did you just call him handsome?

His heart was pounding as he stared after you, your h/c hair flowing in the wind and making his breath catch in his throat.

And then suddenly out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a bludger coming straight for you. With a glance over at Fred, who was busy trying to ensure Angelina - who had the quaffle - could score, he realised that the other bludger was heading towards Katie Bell.

George raced into action, beginning to head over to help Katie, who moved to dodge said bludger, before suddenly swerving on his broom over towards you, smacking the iron ball away from you merely seconds before it hit you.

He turned to you, all previous playfulness gone and replaced with concern, “Are you okay?”

You barely had enough time to nod, still in shock from the near-hit, before George was called off again by Fred.

“Maybe focus on your own teammates, eh Weasley?” Oliver shouted angrily at George, who looked around and realised Katie Bell had been hit with the other bludger.

“Sorry Ollie mate, had to protect what’s mine,” he called back to his captain.

“And because of that my shoulder got hit!” Katie yelled out.

“Sorry, Bell,” George shrugged, before heading off to hit a bludger away from Alicia. Of course, he did feel bad that Katie got hurt - quite guilty, in fact - but... to him, it would’ve been worse if you’d have been hit - or worse again, had fallen. He didn’t think he could handle that.

“You’re lucky we won,” Fred said to George after Harry had caught the snitch, “Otherwise I reckon Oliver would try and drown you in the showers for saving Y/n instead of Katie.”

“Y/n is my priority to be honest,” George replied as they landed their brooms on the grass, “Plus, I knew Katie saw the bludger coming and had at least a chance to swerve. Y/n had no idea. I couldn’t let her get hurt, Freddie... I couldn’t.”

“Guess we’ll have to work on distractions in the next practice,” Oliver said pointedly on the way past the twins, although the didn’t seem too upset - probably considering Gryffindor had won - followed by Katie who was holding her shoulder.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” George said sheepishly. If he was honest though, it wasn’t really a hard decision for him to choose between saving you and saving Katie.

Katie didn’t make his heart race like you did.

The rest of the team headed after the cheering crowds, whooping and hollering at Harry.

Fred followed on, screaming excitedly into the crowd. George went to join when he felt someone tap his shoulder.

He turned around and was met with the sight of your nervous smile, rocking back on your heels as you looked up at him, “Hey... I um, I just wanted to thank you. You know, for hitting that bludger away from me. You didn’t have to do that and I never got the chance to thank you in the game.”

“Don’t you worry love, it was nothing. Gotta protect your pretty face, don’t I?” He said cheekily, making a blush rise on your cheeks.

“Well, it wasn’t nothing, it saved me a great deal of pain and possibly a nasty fall so... I guess I owe you,” You grinned, before leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek. You thanked him again and then shyly waved him goodbye to join your teammates.

George felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, his mind racing and heart beating fast as he reached up to the place where you’d kissed him. You’d kissed him.

“You look happy with yourself,” Fred commented with a grin from a few metres away, having walked back after realising his twin wasn’t following.

“She kissed me,” George announced in amazement and pure awe. “Yeah, on the cheek,” Fred grinned, crossing his arms over his chest.

“That still counts!”

“No Georgie it really doesn’t, but I’m glad you think so,” the older twin replied in an amused tone.

“D’ya reckon she fancies me?” George asked suddenly as the twins headed down to the Great Hall for lunch. For a moment, Fred was confused, looking around for some kind of context, but then realised his twin was talking about you.

“Well I mean you are the less attractive twin and all but you do have some good qualities I suppose,” Fred replied, looking like he was in thought.

“Oh yeah, like what?” George asked seriously, hoping for some actual advice.

“Well for starters you have an amazing twin brother.”

George stopped, staring at Fred’s grin and sighing before elbowing him - slightly harder than he intended to so Fred nearly fell into the wall.

“Now now Georgie, I’m simply trying to tell you that I am offering you my services at helping you win her over,” Fred said with a laugh, nudging his twin right back.

“At this point I’m open to anything.”

“Well, this may seem a bit out there, over the top, dramatic - but how about... you just tell her directly how you feel. You have no problem being all sappy about her to me. I’m sick of it really,” Fred sighed with a shake of his head.

“I can’t do that.”

“You’re George Weasley of course you can mate.”

“D’ya reckon?” George glanced over to the group of students heading down the same corridor, most likely to head to get some lunch too.

“Yeah I do. Or, even better, just walk over and snog her the next time you see her.”

As much as George liked that idea - and was imagining it right that moment - he decided against it.

“What if there’s someone else?” Fred decided mess with George. The younger twin’s head whipped round to look at Fred, “What do you mean?”

“Oh wow your face, you’re really gone on her... poor Y/n,” Fred laughed, clapping a hand on George’s shoulder, “All I’m saying is, my dear sweet twin, what if there’s someone else?”

George swallowed. He hadn’t thought of that. What if there was someone else? He hadn’t seen you with anyone and knew Fred was winding him up but what if?

“Then I’ll just beat away the other competition,” George said with a cheeky grin, hiding his worry but his mind was reeling at the possibility.

Fred groaned at the pun, shaking his head. He opened his mouth to reply to his twin when they heard soft laugher from behind them, “Oh don’t you worry, no one could ever beat you, George.”

The twins turned around in shock, George’s heart pounding as his eyes rested on your figure.

“Oh dear Godric, marry her,” Fred groaned as he walked away towards the Great Hall, mumbling something about bad puns.

George felt his cheeks redden, reaching up with one hand to scratch the back of his neck, “You um.. you heard that?” You bit your lip before grinning, “I did.”

“Is it too late to pretend I’m Fred?” George asked with a nervous smile. He could feel the tips of his ears burning and he had no doubt they were most likely blending in with his hair at that point.

You laughed, “Well you could but I’m quite fond of you as yourself if I’m honest.”

“You are?” George’s mind raced, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. He then mentally cursed himself for acting so stutter-y and nervous as he ran a hand through his messy hair, “I mean, that’s good because I’m quite fond of you too.”

“Of course. There’s not many guys who would go out of their way to protect me from bludgers... especially when they’re not on my team or as handsome as you are,” you said with a small shrug. You giggled a little noticing a strand of hair sticking up from George messing with it, so you reached up and flattened it out, making him swallow from how close your lips were to his.

He could easily close the couple of inches between you if he wanted. Well, he did want to - badly - but just as he built the courage, you’d stepped back a little further away.

“Some things are more important than who’s on what team... don’t you worry love, I’d protect you from bludgers all day long if you asked me to,” he replied with a cheeky smile.

“Is that an offer you make to all the girls?” You asked with a laugh. “Nah, just the ones I fancy,” George admitted.

“You’re sweet, you know that?”

“Now that you mention it...,” he pretended to think, before shooting you a grin, “Yeah I know.”

You laughed and his gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back again as his tongue darted out to swipe across his own bottom lip. You were still stood close, he could - what was it Fred said? He could walk over and snog you.

Your laughter had dropped to a comfortable silence before George broke it, stepping forward so the distance between you became nearly non-existent, “You know, I was thinking, maybe we can- or I could- can I-”

“Kiss me, Georgie” you interrupted his rambling.

“Oh bloody hell- yeah absolutely,” he breathed as he grabbed your hips, pulling you to him and crashing his lips to yours. Your hands made their way around his neck as he slowly turned you to press you against the nearest wall, one of his hands on your waist as the other cupped your jaw to better angle himself.

He sighed happily as you tugged at strands of his hair, the hand that was on your waist moving slightly so it gripped the back of your hip, pulling you closer to him.

You pulled away a little to take a breath and before you knew it he was kissing you again, showing you how long he’d waited for this moment.

“Hey Y/n?” He said in a low tone as you pulled away, pressing another kiss to your swollen lips before resting his forehead against yours. “Yes Georgie?”

“You make my heart skip a beat,” he said with a proud grin.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, “It took you all that time to come up with that?”

“In my defence, I had you - looking like you do - in front of me, being all distracting. And then you let me kiss you. You try coming up with something better,” George scoffed playfully, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

“Oh I could easily beat you at this game,” you replied immediately, grinning up at him. His mouth dropped open a little and his eyes lit up, staring at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars in the sky,

“Merlin, Fred was right: Marry me?”

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beardrabbles · 5 years

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FEAR

rating: k

words: 2,053

characters: female reader, stephen strange, short mentions of other charaters

notes: ( ao3 request; Endgame reader with powers and strange? ) First time writing Strange, and I’m not sure how well I did! Let me know so I can improve. Had to rewatch the portal scene to remember who came from where and it make me emotional again, heck!

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There was no other way.

When you heard him utter those words, your entire world had buckled. You foggily recalled watching him fade, sharp beard and chilling eyes fluttering away like fresh ash on the roaring winds of an inferno. You had felt sick then, you remember. Not only had your stomach become a void, but so had the rest of your being. Mantis, Drax, Peter Quill and the young Peter Parker — you hadn’t known them well ( or at all for that matter ) and still it pained you to see them go.

There was no other way.

Stephen Strange was your mentor, your Sorcerer Supreme, the one person on Earth whom you trusted undoubtedly. There weren’t many alive that you held in such high esteem. He had held this position in your mind and heart for months, and yet. . . there he had sat, forfeiting the time stone.

You would never forget the way his hand trembled when he plucked the stone from the air. You would never forget the heavy burden on his voice when he admitted that there was only one option.

But that was all you would remember because seconds later, you would join the millions that had vanished. You had realized half-way through that being erased from existence wasn’t as painful as watching it happen to someone else. Moments before your mind faded and your remains lay on Titan’s surface, you wondered; was there truly no other way?

“I had to do it.”

The voice didn’t startle you, but neither were you happy to hear it. You stood with your arms out and fingers curled, golden glyphs blinking and fizzling in the air. Beyond your hands, you saw the others. They had returned the same way you had, suddenly and with a great deal of confusion. You found more interest in them than you did the cloaked man that lingered beside you.

“You’re upset with me.” He continued.

“The guy in the metal suit isn’t here. Mr. Stark, right? Neither is the blue lady.” You chose to ignore his attempts at a deeper conversation.

“Y/N. . .”

“Where did they go? Everyone that disappeared is here, but they’re not. Did they find a way off this rock?”

“They’re on Earth, as they should be.”

Your arms stilled, then they dropped. You turned to face him, your heart squeezing uncomfortably in your chest at the sight of his battered face. Stephen’s expressions were always difficult to read, but the one he sported now was one of pure and painful guilt.

“As they should be?” Your arms folded over your chest, thumb fidgeting with your sling ring. Stephen nodded.

“I told you. I told all of you——”

“You told us horse shit, Stephen! You told us our chances, and nothing else!” You began to panic, your words running together as it was hard to breathe between them when you had a thousand thoughts and opinions to voice. “And then — and then you go and hand Barney the Dinosaur the time stone! The time stone! Everyone’s fading, and there are you tellin’ us that there was no other way! We’re terrified. We’re thinkin’ this is it! We’re screwed! Totally screwed, and. . . and. . .”

“And. . . ?”

You curl your lower lip inward and bite down, eyes stinging. Your hands rose again, and you feel your power flow through them. It was like a shower of sparks flying from the tip of a lit sparkler. Every ember, no matter how tiny, pushed through your veins, your muscles, the little fibers of your being, and came to a painful halt at your fingertips. The glyphs appeared, but they popped in and out of existence too rapidly to be useful.

“I’m still scared,” finally came your reluctant confession. “I came back, and I tried to make a portal so I could find out if my friends and family were alright. I couldn’t do it, and I know that’s why.”

Your head dipped down, the back of your knuckles rubbing at your eyes and wet nose. You had come so far since the beginning of your training, but seeing your confidence return to the condition it had been in when you first started was demoralizing. You had backtracked again, and you weren’t the least bit proud of yourself because of it.

“Show me your hands.” It wasn’t a command so much as it was a request. You refused to lift your eyes and look at the man you had tried so hard to impress, but you did as he asked and held out both of yours hands with the palms facing up. You weren’t sure what he planned to do with them, but you were shaken when you felt his fingers graze against yours. When you peered down, you could see the many deep and knotted scars along his digits. Against the pads of your own fingers, they felt larger than they appeared.

“You’re not the only one that’s afraid, Y/N. We all are.” His palms pressed to yours, and the wall that had obstructed your powers felt as if it were vibrating.

“You don’t look like you’re afraid. None of you do.” You scoffed and were almost tempted to yank your hands away — mostly out of irritation and partially out of embarrassment. They remained there purely because touch from him was rare.

“You’ve only been training for a year. We’ve been at this for a lot longer than that.” The ghost of a smile toyed with his lips. Catching it gave you some relief, but it didn’t last long. Stephen saw your expression dwindle again and continued. “But we need you. We need everyone that can fight, and I know you can.”

“Stephen, I——”

“You have to trust me.” Anyone in a situation as dire as this one would sound desperate, but you thought you heard the smallest crack in his voice. His dark eyes caught yours, and they captivated you. “I can’t tell you everything. If I do, if I so much as hint at what might happen, it won’t. I know putting blind faith into me is a lot to ask of everyone, but it’s worked out so far.”

“Yeah, so far. What if it decides it doesn’t want to work out anymore?” Your throat tightened, and the urge to crumble hit you again. “I hate this. People are going to die, aren’t they?”

“With or without Thanos, with or without the thousands of paths I witnessed, that is something we can’t avoid.”

“Is it going to be you?”

Stephen opened his mouth to answer, but it snapped shut a millisecond later. His face hardened, and he shook his head. “I can’t tell you that.”

“Please. Is there anything you can tell me? I need something.” You pleaded despite knowing there was very little he could give you. Stephen understood the concepts at hand more than you ever could, but all you needed was to hear that everything would be alright. He knew this, and still he refused to reassure you of the inevitable future.

He wouldn’t leave you without some form of encouragement, however.

His hands moved away from yours and found purchase alongside your face. He held you in so tender a way that you almost didn’t feel the shaking. Your breath stopped dead in your lungs, making your chest swell. Heat bloomed in your cheeks, and you were sure that he could feel it. All focus remained on your eyes, as if he were desperately trying to say something with his gaze that his voice couldn’t. But he had to say it, or else you would never believe it.

Stephen knew you, and he knew that every ounce of self-doubt you had in you would deny the truth until it was said loud and clear for your ears to hear. Because as often as you thought about it, as often as you daydreamed, you never tried to convince yourself that you were more than a pupil to him.

So he spoke, and he hoped that you knew better than to interrupt.

“I can tell you one certainty, and it’s this; you were not a mistake. Finding you, bringing you into our teachings and training you was meant to happen. Everything that has led up to this moment, no matter how bad, was meant to get you here. Right here. With me. You won’t see it because you’re too damn stubborn, but you’ve gotten better. I watched you improve. I’ve watched you fall back too, but you’ve come out stronger because of it.”

The stinging in your eyes had gone away, but only because you had finally allowed yourself to cry. You sniffled and whimpered, eyes and nose leaking. You nodded firmly, letting him know that you were listening and trying your hardest to believe him. He didn’t need to say that, you thought, but he had. And they were, by far, the kindest words he had ever said to you.

Crying out some of your frustration and anxiety had helped, but you were never fond of people seeing you in such a low state. You were grateful, but you had to deflect. You had been given permission to break down for the moment, yet you knew that time wasn’t on your side. If you had to, you could always find time after the battle to cry. . . if you managed to survive.

“How many apprentices have you given that speech to?” You coughed out a half-hearted laugh and rubbed at your eyes again, forcing Stephen’s hands away from your face.

“Only one.” His pointed tone and intense gaze made your stomach knot twice over. You fidgeted, eyes moving everywhere but to him.

“If I’ve gotten better, it’s only because you’re the one teaching me. No offense to Wong.”

“None taken.” As if on cue, he approached, hands behind his back. You nearly jumped out of your skin, heart hammering a hundred miles a minute.

“When did you——?”

“Just now.” Wong was a fairly stoic man, but time spent around you had opened up parts of his personality that only Stephen had seen before. Despite his claim, the twinkle in his eyes revealed he may have arrived much earlier. Early enough to catch snippets of your conversation with the Sorcerer Supreme, at least.

“Are they ready?” Suddenly, Stephen was all steely eyes and determination again.

“They’re as ready as they can be. We haven’t exactly trained them for this, but adversity tends to prove itself motivating under the right circumstances.” Wong cast you a knowing smile.

“Wait, who are we talking about?” You glanced between them, feeling twice as confused as before.

“Everyone.”

“You mean everyone-everyone?”

“Every novice and apprentice, every disciple, everyone here on this planet and on Earth and in worlds far from our own.” Stephen gave a single, firm nod. “You’ve heard of fighting fire with fire, right? We’re going to fight an army with an army.”

“So we’re doing this?” Behind your trio of magic users, the remainder of the Guardians and Peter shuffled up. Peter, looking oddly pale in Titan’s ruddy glow, swallowed hard. “We’re actually going to fight Thanos again?”

“We have to.” Stephen gave Wong one last half-nod. Wong returned it and disappeared in a wink of orange sparks.

“Good. Great. That’s cool. Never fought a whole army before, but — y’know.” Peter sighed and let the nanobots of his suit form a mask around his head. Amongst themselves, the Guardians murmured and huddled together. You were left to stand beside your mentor, your whole body quivering from the inside-out with mounting fear.

“Remember, you’re not the only one that’s afraid.” His hand found yours, and he squeezed with as much strength as he could. It wasn’t much, but you felt the sentiment behind it. “And consider this——”

Stephen’s lips curled into a smirk. “If you think we’re afraid to face his army, imagine how afraid he’ll be when he sees ours.”

You couldn’t help but to let out a genuine laugh this time around.

Hands up and fingers tingling, you prepared yourself. Your apprehension was still strong, but you have too many people counting on you the same way you were counting on them. You needed your magic, and you would be damned if it disobeyed you now.

“I wouldn’t wanna fight against us either.”

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brien-odylan · 6 years

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To Build a Home - Chapter Twelve

Okay... First things first: I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER!!!

I don’t know what it was, if I was blocked, or the pressure to finish it in a right way, or the sorrow for this being the last chapter. Maybe all of it together. And now I’m sitting here writing this note and holding back the tears and trying to get over this pain in my chest, because the end is coming. I have to say that I’m feeling rather sad, but I’ll only, truly weep when the epilogue comes. That’s when I can truly say that it’s over. For now, let’s just kid ourselves and I hope you enjoy this one!!!

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What was supposed to be a weekend getaway turned into a week vacation with nothing on their minds and Sirius could not believe how lucky he was for having the woman he loved walking beside him while appreciating the beautiful sights that Buenos Aires provided. It was the first time he had some alone time with Marlene after nearly two decades and having it in this amazing city was something that wouldn’t stop making him grin. Not even the chilly wind hitting his face as the walked hand in hand down Puerto Madero could wipe it off his face. It was cliche, but everything seemed kind of magical and maybe the years had made him go soft, but there was nothing he could do about it, except grab in both hands the opportunity the universe had given him.

And it was on one of those nights, right after the show they had seen at Señor Tango, that he finally brought up the conversation they were in need of having. Because it was one thing Marlene being well and alive and willing to make everything to have Sirius accept her in his life, but another thing completely different accepting going back to London and living with him there. He knew there might have been a slim chance of her saying no because of everything she had accomplished. It was like having a new start, with a new job and everything. But she did say yes followed by a whole-heartedly laugh as if she couldn’t believe he had thought she would say no. Starting all over again was worth if it meant she’d be by his side, if it meant that their family would be together again.

And that was why, a few weeks later, Marlene made her way through the hallways of the Ministry of Magic, her feet hitting the floor hard, her hair flowing with the breeze she caused, her face in an irritated expression making everyone part ways whenever she walked by them. It wasn’t something out of the ordinary to see people walking in that state down in the atrium, but it was something completely extraordinary to see someone who didn’t work there being like that.

Nonetheless, Marlene kept walking until she reached her destination, her steps never faltering until she marched into the Aurors’ Department, her head held high as she tried her best to avoid everyone, but they always looked at her curiously, no matter how many times they had heard about her being alive.

James was the only one to realize the mood his friend was in and ducked his head before she could even look at him, something she was grateful for. Not even Alya’s presence by the end of the hall was enough to put the woman in a good humor. She was just tired of everything already.

Without much of a thought, she opened the door to Sirius’ office without bothering to knock - she didn’t have time for those formalities - and entered the room in a hurry before slamming the door closed.

“You’re in a good mood,” Sirius bemused from his seat. He was surrounded by paperwork, his desk filled with parchments, ink and quills, making it hard to find anything in that mess. However, he seemed to understand everything that was going on.

Marlene sat down on the chair opposite to him, crossed her arms over her chest and huffed in annoyance. “You would be if you had to put up with everything I do.”

For the first time since she walked in, Sirius turned his eyes away from whatever case he was going through, his reading glasses sliding off the bridge of his nose as he stared her down. She looked on the verge of a mental breakdown, her chest was rising and falling rapidly and her eye had a twitch that meant she was under a lot of stress, yet she couldn’t look more beautiful. He didn’t voice those thoughts, however, because he was sure she was going to hit him with the first thing she landed her hands on and it wasn’t going to be pretty. Instead, he settled for closing the archive on the top of his pile and looked at her, waiting for her to voice her troubles.

“I know I just got here and it’s a new job, but for fuck’s sake,” she said aggressively. “For 18 years I busted my ass off working for a newspaper, I made it to being an editor and now they want me to start from the bottom? Who are they to do that to me? I’ve worked on the Prophet before! They know my work!”

“They knew your work, Marlene,” Sirius said with some caution. He still didn’t want to be hit by any flying object. “I’m pretty sure there’s a lot of people there who don’t know you and even if you were an editor back in Brazil, they need to know you here so you can move up.”

“My fucking editor is still there, Black! That old ass man is still there and he said, and I quote, ‘it’s good to have you back, McKinnon, but we could benefit from your writing more than your management skills. Things aren’t the same since you went away’. The fucking old bat can’t recognize a self-writing quill in front of him!”

There wasn’t much to be talked after that. Sirius knew why she was so upset about it, because he knew, more than anyone else, how much she loved doing her job and despite being a journalist was something she did enjoy, the works assigned to her were pretty much on the down low, something no one really cared about. She wanted to write the real stories, in a way no one in that place could do it. She wanted to make it to the front page and not because she wanted to be recognized, but because that’s what she liked to do: write about the important things, cause an impact on the society. She had that idealistic dream every journalist have when they first start it. She didn’t let that flame die, much like the majority of them, as the year went by. So, yes, it was hard to see her struggling to get there again, to achieve a position she was already in.

“Do you regret it?” Sirius asked in a restrained voice. He didn’t want to know the answer to that, but he kind of want. It was a controversial feeling. When she looked at him like she hadn’t understood his question, he tried again. “Do you regret leaving Brazil and coming back here?”

From the way he had said to the way he looked, Marlene knew was afraid of her answer. Sirius wasn’t the kind of person to show vulnerability in front of anyone, unless he trusted them deeply. That was the case, though. He trusted her with all his body and soul, he had down the walls he had built around him and shown the entrance to her. He had loved her in a way she had never seen before and made her love him just as much. They had been two broken people who had found a way to pick up their pieces and mend it back together, but in the process, they ended up filling their holes with the other’s pieces without even realizing it. Of course she didn’t want to hurt him, for it would only hurt herself and of course she didn’t regret anything. He was her home, even after all that time.

“Sirius,” she started getting up from her chair and walking to him, her hands holding his head to hers in a sweet touch. “Of course I don’t regret it. How could I? i wanted nothing more than to just be with you, to come back home, to come back for you and the girls. I will never regret making that decision.”

And it was all he needed to hear. She had said everything so vehemently that there was no shadow of doubt that Marlene McKinnon meant everything she had said. Sirius should have known better than to believe all those questionings going on in his mind, but he just wanted to make sure she was as happy as he was. He would leave his job and lose all his money for that woman and she knew that and made it pretty clear to him that she would do the same for him. And there, with Marlene holding his face so close to his, he couldn’t feel anything but gratitude for the universe for letting him have found the love of his life.

There was a small knock on the door and a mop of blonde hair, just like Marlene’s, emerged from the outside, a sheepish smile on her lips as she looked at the two in such intimate position.

“I hate to disturb,” Alya paused and looked at them. “Actually, I don’t”, she went on with a contained smile. “But that’s not the case. Dad, Shacklebolt wanted to have a meeting with you later tonight and I said your schedule was free, but I can see you’re all busy right now.” she smirked.

Sirius rolled his eyes and looked at Marlene with a grin, her glare turned to Alya in a jokingly way.

“Yes, dear, your father and I are pretty busy right now. I think the Minister for Magic can wait a little longer, right?” she said in a sweet sick voice before rolling her eyes and stepping away from the man she was with. “Go, Black.”

Sirius looked from one woman to the other, shaking his head as he tried to understand how in the hell he had ended up with such a weird, yet amazing, family.

“It’s not right now,” Aly rolled her eyes. “I said later tonight. Please, get your minds out of each other when I’m talking.” And with that she closed the door behind her back, but not before looking at them, shaking her head and mumbling something about ‘hormonal teenagers’.

Marlene and Sirius looked at each other and bursted in laughters. It had been a long way since they were teenagers, but hormonal was not something they could get away from.

“So,” Sirius started once again, the mood already ruined. “You said Gale used to play Quidditch, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Marlene smiled. She loved seeing the boy play. She remembered when she first watched him play, his broom zooming in and out of her sight, his black hair blowing with the wind and she felt a sudden pang in her heart; he reminded her of Sirius too much. “It wasn’t much of a thing back in Brazil, but he loved it.”

“Well, he does take after his parents,” the man chuckled. “Say, in which position did he play?”

“He was a Chaser just like his mom.” There was no way to mistake her smug tone. They had always fought which position their kids, had they played, would be in.

“Oh, but I’m pretty sure he’ll be a Gryffindor just like his dad.”

This silly banter between them could go on forever. They had always been extremely competitive when it came to Quidditch, something so out of the charts that it would be impossible for someone who didn’t know them to believe they were together. The rivalry was tenant and neither would back down. It was always amusing to see both of them on the field; the intense mockery, the teasing, everything led to a very heated sex after the game. It was their kind of foreplay.

“He likes it here, doesn’t he?”

“He does,” Marlene smiled. “He’s just… a little overwhelmed.”

“He misses São Paulo?”

“A bit, but it’s not that,” she said before forgetting all about where they were and sitting on his lap, her hands automatically going to his hair. “I mean, he said ‘I’m lovin’ it mom’,” she mocked his voice. “He did say that as he eyes Ivy up and down, so I’d be a little worried.”

“He did now, did he?” Sirius laughed. “He better watch out, though.”

“You think James would dare to touch my son? Let him try.”

“Why’s he overwhelmed, then?” Sirius pressed. His curiosity had always been a problem and there he was, overthinking things again.

Marlene sighed. “I know you only mean good things and you’re trying to make it up for the lost time, but maybe you’re towering over him a little too much. Take a breather, Sirius.”

There is an infinity of moments that can change someone’s life for good, no matter how much they thought it was planned. The universe has a wicked sense of humor and brings down, one by one, all the dreams one have. But there are small moments, tiny specks of time where something extraordinary happens and turn the world upside down, evening out all the bad things that had happened so far. For Sirius, it was the moment he found out Marlene was alive. It was like the rainy clouds that were hovering over his head for so many years had dissipated and everything was clear again, like the sun coming up in the sky after the darkest night.

Ever since they had found each other again, there wasn’t a moment when they weren’t apart, touching and looking at each other. It was like they had gone back to their teenagers days, much to everyone’s disappointment, but who could blame them?

Marlene was already back in London for the past couple of weeks. That house was completely different from the flat they had when she left: it was in a far more populated area, surrounded by parks and neighbors all around. She couldn’t say she didn’t like it, because it was pretty much like the place she lived back in São Paulo, with all the houses placed next to the other. The difference was that, this time, there was this huge backyard with an amazing looking pool and a garage full of sports cars and the infamous flying motorbike Sirius had gotten when they were 17.

So far, her returning home had costed her a few welcome parties and being able to see everyone who had made part of her life once. She was glad how everyone seemed to welcome her back with wide open arms and a bright smile on their faces. They had become her family as well and lying to them all those years had made her feel bad about it too, but their reactions to her were nothing but warmth. She was back home and that was all that mattered.

That morning of September, however, had come way too soon. Throughout the house, it was possible to hear three set of steps going up and down the stairs in a hurry, trying to get everything together before it was time to leave to King’s Cross without waking Sirius and Marlene up, but it was to no avail.

Marlene had already been awake for a little while, her head hidden deep in Sirius’ chest as she tried to blindly look for her wand and close the curtains. Damn him and his habit of sleeping with the window open. She liked it to be pitch black, not a single ray of sun to disturb her from her slumber. And their room had to be the one to get the direct light from the morning, of course.

Pissed off already, she finally threw her legs to the side of the bed and got up, rolling her eyes at the figure of her husband in bed, lost to this world, as he slept through all the ruckus that was going on outside of their room. Sometimes, she hated him for being such a heavy sleeper while she was able to wake up to the sound of a pin dropping.

Ever so slowly, she made her way to the ensuite bathroom, flexing all her muscles before walking into the shower and turning it on. The water hit her back with the right amount of pressure, soothing her nerves in the most pleasurable way possible, her stiff neck receiving a special attention as she tilted her head forwards and closed her eyes.

It didn’t take long for the bathroom to fog up, the box almost unseen from the other side as Sirius walked into it, his hands running over his face in an attempt to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes. It still kind of blew his mind that Marlene was there, much like the last time he had seen her; the years had completely missed her.

She hadn’t noticed the door had opened and someone had walked in until she felt a presence behind her, causing the woman to smile and turn on her heels, the water dripping down her body and hitting Sirius’ slightly. He was a few centimeters away from her, but the grin he had on did not go unnoticed by Marlene, who just shook her head and finally wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Someone’s up already?” she raised her eyebrows eyeing him meaningfully.

“I had a dream,” he started with a chuckle. “There was this really hot blonde walking around my room, completely naked.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Sirius pushed her closer to him, her chest now touching his entirely. “She walked into my bathroom and I just thought I had to join her.”

Sirius had always been cheeky enough to come up with scenarios like those. He could take a normal situation and turn it into a sexual innuendo in a heartbeat, something Marlene had always found endearing. She was not the most sensible woman and always opted for the dirty side of the things. Maybe that was why they clicked so well together since they surpassed their blindness to the feelings they had for each other. And then she felt Sirius dip his head, his lips brushing against hers, softly at first, but growing roughly each second.

Marlene could never get used to it. She felt her lips tingle in anticipation to what was going to happen soon, her hands grasping his hair firmly, trying to ground herself to something as he moved them backwards until the woman’s back hit the cold wall, making her arch her chest into his and hiss in surprise. Sirius used it to his advantage, slipping his tongue between her lips, exploring every little corner, while his hands roamed all over her body, not deciding which part to give more attention. A small moan escaped Marlene, the sound resonating through Sirius’ entire being.

But before anything could get any more carried away, there was a loud knock on the door, followed by muffled voices sounding rushed.

“I thought that once your kids grew up, they were supposed to give you some rest,” Sirius huffed, his forehead leant against Marlene’s, who laughed softly at his pout.

“Guess we’ll have to wait until they move out,” she whispered back, her hands coming down from his hair to rest against his chest, kissing him briefly.

A new row of knocks echoed on the bathroom, this time more rapidly and desperate.

“For the love of Merlin, Gale needs to go to King’s Cross!” Alya shouted from the other side of the door. “You two had all night and trust us, we know, so hurry up!”

Marlene rolled her eyes at her daughter’s words. Was drama running in that family or was it the amount of time they had spent with Sirius that made them so much like him?

And after several times running back into the house and checking if everything was, indeed, in the trunk later, they five of them finally left the house to the train station, complaints and fights over seats aside.

Sirius looked at them through the rear-view mirror and smiled. It was funny how everything had changed over the night and now he had not only two daughters, but also a son, someone looking so much like him that it was unquestionable he was the father. And the way the three of them acted around each other, already in sync, mumbling and shoving each other as if they had been doing it for years amazed him. Gale was the tallest of them, of course, but there was no denying that Alya and Lyra had their way with him.

The Platform 9 ¾ was packed. There were loads of first years looking around everything, from the horde of people around them to the big black train in the platform, taking their time to be amazed by everything and stalling in front of everyone else who had already seen that scene enough times and just wanted to get a good cabin to the journey back to school.

Marlene couldn’t stop the smile to spread around her face. It had been years since the last time she had been there, trunk in hand, waiting for the trip back to Scotland. Nothing much had changed, she noticed. Everything looked exactly like she remembered, from the benches against the wall to the interior color of the train and it made her heart ache in reminisce. She felt like it was her seventh year all over again, the excitement of finally being on her last year and not having to go back to that school anymore. If her 17 year-old self only knew what she was going to go through, maybe she would have enjoyed it a bit more.

Her sudden halt caused Gale to stumble into her, his trunk sliding across the floor as he rolled his eyes. Great, now not only he was the only seventh year to go through the Sorting Ceremony he was also the guy who had spilled the content of his packing across the station. Why did they have to go by train? Why couldn’t he just Aparate or something? Why couldn’t he be Sorted when the classes hadn’t started? Why couldn’t he go back to Castelobruxo?

Sirius walked up to the boy and picked up his trunk and firmly grasped him by the shoulder. He could sense Gale was in a internal debate.

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” he whispered. “You can go back to Castelobruxo and finish your studies there, Gale, it’s your choice.”

The younger Black looked at his father. He was so sure he would tell him he should go to Hogwarts, to follow his parents steps and study in the finest Wizarding School known to mankind, but he was incredibly wrong. There he was, staring at him and telling him it was ok to kiss Scotland goodbye and go back to Brazil and his friends. And he was so tempted to accept it that he almost said it, but something snapped him out of this thought. He wanted to do something different, he wanted to see how it was to go to another school. He had always dreamed about it, something his mother always frowned upon and now he was having an opportunity. Yes, he was going to miss his friends, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t make new ones. He already had Ivy, for that matter.

“It’s ok. I’m going,” he said with a confident smile, his hand reaching for his trunk.

And that was it, Sirius thought. He was, for the last time, standing in Platform 9 ¾ waving off to his youngest child on his last year, but this time he wasn’t going to be on his own after that. Sure, he now had Alya and Lyra, but, as his hands gripped Marlene’s, he couldn’t contain the happiness that had overtaken his heart. His family was now complete.

Marlene looked at him one more time ever since she had woken up that day. She didn’t know what it was, maybe the memories of being there with him, or the thought of sending Gale away to the place he truly belonged, but she was feeling rather sentimental that day. And out of nowhere, she reached up and kissed Sirius softly, her lips brushing against his ever so slightly.

She pulled back with a smile and leaned against his chest as she watched the train leave the station.

They had found their way back to each other. Everything was perfect.

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Hi there! I ADORE YOU AND YOUR WORK!! ^-^ Sorry had to get that out there haha. I'm not sure how the whole suggesting prompts thing works or if you're even doing them right now but I saw your post on how you had the feels to write Shadamy that ends in bittersweet Sonamy? I was wondering if you'd be willing to write a lil something (total creative freedom) regarding that? 😜 only if you want though :)

I’m always open to write prompts. I usually take everyone I get except if they’re inappropriate, so you’re welcome to my inbox anytime! :D

AND FINALLY.

I CAN WRITE THIS.

Prompt:

Amy slowly rose from the steel table, holding her head as she looked around the dark room, dimly lit and looking like some bomb bunker from long, long ago.

There were huge screens that looked way too advanced for the dirty old metal walls as she turned to sit and hang her legs off the table.

She seemed confused, and gripped her head again, “What… what was I doing here..? Ah! Shadow!” She quickly leaped off the table.

-previously-

“Amy! Don’t!” Sonic was watching from far off in the distance with Tails and Knuckles, seeing Shadow had burst with negative chaos energy, and was being controlled by Chaos itself.

His imitators were in Amy’s hands, as she hung down on the ground against the pluses of chaotic waves through the air, pushing her back.

“Because Shadow’s the ultimate lifeform, Chaos is over-spending his potential to wield chaos energy! At this rate, he’ll explode out with power and destroy half the planet! He’ll evaporate us all!” Tails quickly lowered his hand from trying to fight against the harsh wind and look at the situation. He quickly jostled his Miles-Electric to show Sonic the readings, as Sonic’s eyes scanned quickly, more worry overcoming him.

“I have to get Amy out of there!”

Sonic took off as fast as he could through the chaos energy pulsations in the air and harsh winds, as Amy kept climbing the hill up as close as she could to Shadow.

“S…Shad…Shadow…” she strained, squinting one eye shut, and gripped his leg, finally reaching him. “You have to… stop this… or you’ll… die..” she pulled up, starting to make her way up to him.

“Why… Why are you doing this!?” Shadow looked down, already having accepted his fate of being overcome with Chaos, but surprised by her actions. “I’m not your friend. Why are you risking your life!? You’re going to die!”

The power once again increased, and Shadow reeled his head up, crying out in pain as the power was damaging his body.

“I… Can’t let… you suffer… for others mistakes.” Amy held up a limiters.

His eyes widened, looking down at her, still shaking in his pains. “You…” he could barely speak through his gritted teeth. “Would die… for pity sake’s?”

“No, S-Shadow..!” Amy took off her own bracelet.

Now he lowered his head, having her straight in front of him. “Grk… what are you-?”

Sonic raced through the green hill, “AMMMY!!!”

She took off her other bracelet, and put his limiters on, before gripping his arms, and holding her head down.

She heard her name, but it didn’t matter right now.

She knew what she had to do!

“You saved me once, Shadow!”

Shadow suddenly realized something… she wasn’t going to allow him to suffer for pity’s sake… but for honor.

“I haven’t thanked you… urk… for saving me yet!”

“You fool… You’re going to draw Chaos into yourself. You’re going to die faster than me! You’re only a mortal.” he glared, his understanding still conflicted on why she would care so much.

He wasn’t her Hero.

He never tried to be.

He just… did what was-

She raised her head.

“You wouldn’t let me suffer alone!” Her voice was pleading, and he suddenly felt power draining from him, as Amy closed her eyes in pain, before tears formed, and she shot them open again, twitching this time from power flowing into her.

“I won’t let you sacrifice yourself for everyone again!”

His shock allowed her to rush into a hug, and being so close to the chaotic power, it quickly shot into her, being attracted to the limiters.

“AHHH!!!” She cried out in such intense pain in his arms, that he pure bafflement made him just stand there, in complete awe…

Sonic suddenly came into the corner of his eye, and he looked to see his limiters breaking on her wrists.

This whole time, she hadn’t stopped shouting out in pain, even for air.

He quickly gripped her bracelets, looking stern in his convictions.

“You once reminded me of a promise… but you seem to have forgotten what I promised you in return.” He ripped the limiters off her hands, and the chaos energy burst into he air, as he gripped an arm around her waist, holding a chaos emerald up.

“Chaos!”

It shone before the blast hit.

“CONTROL!”

Amy shook her head once more, “I remember… fainting… in his arms… he looked down at me… he said… What did he say..?” She lowered her head down further, lightly hitting her head with her fists. “What did he say, what did he say..!?”

“I promised you… I’d protect Maria’s earth… and yours.”

From the shadows, Amy looked up to see Shadow step out of them, looking deeply injured, as he fell to one knee.

“Shadow!!!” Amy quickly raced over to his side, falling to her knees and hanging her arms out to the side, as if not sure he would want her touching him or not. “What on earth… how did we survive that-?”

“Sonic and your friends are fine.” Shadow quickly spoke out, gripping his side and flinching every now and then in pain.

He looked up, but not directly to her, and smirked. “You should have seen… your hero’s face…” he then collapsed, losing all power.

“SHADOW!!!” Amy cried out, quickly picking him up and placing his head on her lap. “Shadow… You…” she started tearing up, before looking up at the screens.

It was a data chart of her condition, so it seemed, and it looked like she was recovering well…. wait….

“Ah!” her eyes widened, looking down at him.

“You… you gave me your blood…” she looked down at some bruises on her arm, and realized his healing ability had saved her.

But by doing the blood transfusion, he had lost the last of his strength.

The bunker… it seemed full of medical supplies, now that she looked around it.

She suddenly saw an old symbol for G.U.N, and understood how he might have come across the old abandoned place.

She looked down, such empathy in her eyes, as she cupped and caressed his head and quills lightly in her hands. “You didn’t want to lose another friend… did you?”

He breathed lightly.

For the first time, he looked serene to her, and she lightly giggled, as soft tears fell upon his face.

Her shoulders bounced as she leaned her head down, “You were so mean to me… before…” she had a wobbly smile on her face, thinking about what happened earlier that day. “I had no idea… you thought of me… like a saving grace… when I reminded you so long ago of that promise.” Her eyes were tightly shut, as her lip trembled at trying to keep her emotions check.

“You even said Sonic wouldn’t come for me… I thought you were so mean… so cruel…” her back straightened out more, leaning back to rest, but she slowly lifted her head and eyes up, smiling warmly down to Shadow.

“But you were only trying to push me away, weren’t you?” she tilted her head into a closed-eyed smile, remembering how he had acted towards her antics, as she tried to befriend him and happily walk along side him, being her usual cute and energetic self.

“You weren’t that annoyed.. were you?” she lifted a hand up to wipe her eyes. “No… you enjoyed the company.” she sniffed, and felt a hand lightly touch her other hand. “H-huh?” she looked down.

His eyes felt heavy, so he could only barely see out of them, but he had reached his hand that had fallen to his chest up to hers, and began to breathe more profoundly now, seeming to start healing again.

“You… are too…. sentimental…”

She laughed. She couldn’t help it.

“You’re still a jerk.” she said through her giggling, though it wasn’t said literally, and he seemed to look up at her, as if recognizing that.

“….Amy…” he reached a weak hand up to her, trying to position it right as he was able to raise her head up to look directly at him. “…Rose…”

“Ah..” her eyes widened, he was looking at her softer than she had ever seen him express before.

“…” He suddenly looked down, seeming forlorn.

He lowered his hand and closed his eyes, turning his face away from her.

“You’re friends will be worried.”

“Ah… My friends… Sonic!” she raised her head up quickly, realizing he had come to probably save her before, and even called out her name…

She didn’t want to admit it… but she ignored him.

“He must be so worried…”

Shadow’s eyes narrowed slightly, but lightened up again as he opened his eyes slightly.

“You should go to him.”

His voice was void of any emotion.

She noticed the change and looked down, blinking. “Huh..?”

He grew angry, swiping the air as he raised himself up with the momentum, and lifted a leg up to lean on it, having a place for his upper torso to rest.

He stared harshly towards the wall. “He’ll be missing you.”

“…Shadow…” Amy held her arms where they were before he moved so suddenly, but saw his strength returning to him.

She looked away.

“I said go.” Shadow darted his head back to her, before getting up and refusing to look back to her. “He’s the hero. Not me.”

“…Your hero.”

She looked up, almost sorrowfully at hearing his pained tone in that.

The room was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking or growing in-tuned with his inner feelings, before gesturing his head back and trying to get a quick look of her without too much detection or effort.

“I gave you a path. You should be gone before morning.” he crossed his arms, still refusing to look at her.

“…Shadow…” she slowly got up.

“I don’t want to hear your complaining.” He lowered his head.

She took a step forward, smiling.

“I’m already sick of that voice of yours. Get going. I was only told to bring you to Sonic, right? He should be around here somewhere…”

She kept walking up to him, before he noticed her unusual silence.

“Amy..?”

He turned but was stopped by hands around his chest, which left him paralyzed as he tried to process what just happened.

He was being…

Held?

Again?

“Shadow..” Amy rested her head inbetween his spines, as he slightly felt them spike up in light twitches, before settling back down.

“I… I wanted to say… thank you. Thank you for risking your life to save me.”

He let a faint noise escape his throat, but kept his mouth shut.

How could she..?

“I should be the one showing gratitude right now. Why you..?” He slightly turned around, his grumbly old voice made her giggle again, as he stilled seemed confused, blinking his eyes and keeping his arms out to his sides, “Huh?”

Well.. he wasn’t obscuring her from remaining close and hugging him, right? Amy took that as a good sign.

“This is how we first met right? Hehe! I thought you looked an awful lot like Sonic.” She smiled up to him, but then lowered her head and closed her eyes, remembering.

Shadow looked back at her and held a stare, not sure what to take of that memory recollection… but…

He decided not to think much of it, and moved his head forward, keeping his eyes locked behind him though, before closing them and folding his fists.

“You’re friend doesn’t seem to like your close affiliation with me.” he raised his eyes, as if a slight glimmer of hope remained in them. “Are you sure you want to keep on such… friendly terms… with his enemy?” He slightly narrowed his eyes.

“Hmm?” Amy blinked her eyes opened, looking pleasantly shocked to hear that, before raising an eyebrow and then innocently replying to him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

Again, he was left in amazement.

“No… idea…” he blinked his eyes, before turning his head around again, growing angry at her ignorance again. “Don’t play a fool! You of all people understand Sonic’s dislike for my kind of ways…”

“He’s not that disrespecting. He just believes in doing things his ways. So when someone just as equally stubborn challenges him on those beliefs, he tends to get defensive.” She winked, sticking out her tongue.

He held his peace, unable to fully dispute that, and turned away again, a faint feeling of hope still lingering… lightly upon his cheeks.

“Then… you’ll stay… in here?” Shadow folded his arms again, looking up to the corner of the bunker’s ceiling. “Your Sonic wouldn’t like that very much.”

He mused over it.

“He may think it contradicts his own beliefs.” he hung his head down, closing his eyes as he liked the idea of Sonic storming off in a rampage of tantrums seeing Amy so close to him like this.

He pictured a chibi Sonic banging his foot on the ground, a large face as he cried out in shouted rants and waved his arms around at times, having to take in huffs of air to keep going, his arms in a direct 90 degree angle off to the side of him when he did so.

“..Shadow?”

Amy’s voice broke his delusions, and he turned to her again.

“…Is it alright.. if I stay here sometimes?”

Now his eyes shot straight open.

He pulled back out in a slide from her grasps, flinging an arm up as if to guard himself…. and cover his shocked face.

He wasn’t expecting that.

“Are… Are you even aware of what you say!?” he muttered, mostly to himself as his eyebrow twitched, not sure of how innocent her words really were.

“I wouldn’t be caught dead with you.” Shadow lowered his arm, and sighed, regaining his cool and calm like attitude.

“Sonic would have my head for sure.” he suddenly blinked his eyes opened, and noticed she was gone.

“Huh… what…?” he looked all around, a comical show of innocence that wasn’t usually apparent in Shadow… “Amy!? Where are you?” He leaned forward, holding a fist out as he kept his head darting around the room in all directions, even to the ceiling…

“She… she disappeared…” he straightened himself out, but held a rather puzzled stare.

“Hehe~”

He heard a noise and looked up to his ear, as it twitched, and he sensed her behind him. “..Hmm..”

“Got’cha-! Ah…”

Amy leaped to hug him from behind, had snuck around him, but he had reflexed and lifted her above his head, as if a ballerina move.

His eyebrow twitched once again at her antics.

“What… exactly are you trying to accomplish with that?”

Now he seemed a little annoyed.

Amy blinked in surprise, but smiled innocently down towards him.

She kicked her legs and hung her arms down to him, like a little kid.

“Play with me, Shadow! haha!”

He looked unamused, letting some air out and then lowering her down. “You’re ridiculous. Worse than that blue hedgehog.” He lowered his head, closing his eyes before looking up and smiling gently to her, though faint.

“Ah!” she pointed a finger up to his mouth, and instantly the smile disappeared as he leaned back, blinking at the finger.

“Hmm?” he seemed sincerely curious about what she seemed to point out though.

…he hadn’t ever acted this way around anyone…. since Maria.

Not like he could remember the feeling of being with Maria though.

“You smiled! A rare sight, indeed! Hehe!” she giggled again, as he had two small, transparent and light sweat drops drip down the side of his face.

“You’re highly unaware of personal boundaries. Aren’t you?”

“Haha! You say that better than Sonic!” she twirled around and struck a pose, curtsying and then hopping up with a big smile on her face. “You sound more gentlemenly. Haha!”

He gently smiled again, “You seem to prefer the causal talk.” he turned his head away, closing his eyes again. “I feel sorry for Sonic. Never getting a second alone from you.” He suddenly looked up to see she was gone again.

He frowned with more sweat drops again. This woman was unbelievable.

“Rose?…. Amy?” He walked around, looking as he tried to spot her.

He sighed, “Why am I giving in to such foolish, childish games?” he folded his arms, halting his looking before hearing a giggle again, and looking over to a large vase.

He waited a moment, before hearing it again.

“…At least she’s terrible at it.” he reluctantly walked over, and folded his arms again, “Come on, Amy. I’ve found your hiding spot.”

“No you haven’t! you have to tag me first!” the vase jumped and wiggled a little as she moved in it, and giggled some more.

“Hmm… My blood seems to have fully rejuvenated your spirits. You should go now before your friends worry I’ve kidnapped you.” Shadow turned away, refusing to stoop that low as to reach inside and grab her.

“Scaredy cat! PLLLFFT!” She stuck out her tongue to taunt him as the vase leaned forward, before a pulsing anger mark swiped onto his head.

“Yellow belly, chicken livered, party pooper!” the vase kept rocking back and forth, as more and more of her mockings multiplied the anger marks on his head.

He suddenly loomed over the vase, his face covered in shadows as he gripped the side of it, stopping it’s rocking.

“Eeep!” the vase shivered, before he reached in and Amy jumped out, hitting his face with her foot to get some leverage and jumped away, racing off as she grinned wildly in mischief off down the bunker and to the door. “Heee~”

Now his anger was full.

He leaned up and charged for the door. “ROOOSE!!”

“Bleeeh!” she spit out her tongue again, laughing as she ran into a nearby meadow.

She giggled before a homing attack knocked her down, “Offph!”

“I’ve got you!”

“Ah…!”

As Shadow unrolled, he moved over and on top of her, his smile open with his breathing, and his face lighter and glowing more than she had ever seen.

He was… alive.

He looked truly exhilarated by this game.

But… was it really just the game?

She held a stare as his excitement suddenly washed away, and his smile faded back to his frown. “What? Have I hurt you in some way?”

His concern made her smile and tilt her head, realizing he hadn’t been able to really let lose and be a kid for a long time…

She shook her head. “Em-mm. I’m just fine!” she chimed, smiling up at him.

He… he suddenly realized…

He didn’t want to let her go.

She should just stay here…

Beneath him like this.

Safe.

Smiling.

Healthy and full of life again.

He suddenly looked away, closing his eyes briefly before a look of sorrow came back on them.

He closed his faintly panting mouth and reverted back to his old self, getting up and off of her. “We should go.” he walked off from her. “You’re friends are waiting for you.”

“…Shadow..” Amy looked sad at his lonely expression, as he remained facing away from her.

“…Don’t call me like that.” he suddenly fell like a jerk to the side of a tree, catching himself with his arm, and holding a hand up to his face, bending slightly.

“Stop referring to me with such kindness…” his whole being trembled, fighting whatever was wanting her nearer… whatever wanted her to stay.

She got up, looking worried and holding a hand to her chest, before reaching out to him, walking briskly.

“Shado-”

“Amy.”

Suddenly, Amy twitched, as her eyes shrank slightly.

A blurry image came into view, as Sonic held a firm stare, his arms folded, and seeming… upset.

“You look well.”

He clearly was upset.

“Hanging out with Shadow, huh? Just takes one saving second to suddenly spend a day with a guy. I should have been more careful.” Sonic shrugged, but even though sounding lighthearted, there was a bit of betrayal in his voice.

He dropped the act quick, though, and lowered his hands to his side, striking a very powerful and intimidating pose.

“We should go, Amy. It’s getting daylight.” Sonic wasn’t too far off, dawn was about to fully break momentarily. Only some light filled the skies with yellows and oranges…

Amy swallowed lightly, looking down.

She felt she had betrayed him in someway, and even though he was trying to mask it, she knew his tone couldn’t hide everything.

“Amy..? Come on. We don’t have all day.” He raised an eyebrow, not sure how to take her hesitation.

“You clearly had all night.”

Shadow’s head suddenly whipped up in fury, his hand still over his face.

Amy jolted, the fierce withdrawal of that last note made it clear he was holding back some suspicion on her part. But that voice… it was darker than ever she had heard it before.

Her mind suddenly raced to Shadow’s smile, and she looked up.

He turned back to her, looking over his shoulder, and lowering his hand slowly… softly… gently…

What was she expecting him to do?

“Come on,… Amy.” Sonic’s eyes narrowed even more.

The more she hesitated, the more she could hear his heart breaking.

She stepped back, giving one final look of sorrow to Shadow.

He stood at an angle to her, and watched carefully.

The camera moved to a wide shot…. the length between her and Sonic was equal that of her and Shadow.

There was a choice being stated here.

And as if the two hedgehogs knew it.

The men stood firm.

“Amy.”

It felt like his last call to her.

‘Amy..’ Shadow’s thoughts were clear across his face.

He was calling to her too.

She stared at Shadow with trembling eyes.

Her heart was suddenly torn, and she didn’t know why.

A moment later Sonic seemed unable to bear it.

Standing with his head down now in shadows, he gritted his teeth, and pivoted a foot back to launch out and grab her arm- his hand in mid swing.

“Sonic!!!”

Amy flung around, the brightest, warmest, truest open grin on her face.

He suddenly halted.

Freezing in place.

Shadow felt his heart drop inside of him, and lowered his head and eyes.

How could he have hoped?

She was clearly his own… of course she would-

She leaped into Shadow’s arms.

He froze there a moment too.

She ducked her head below her arms.

“…Goodbye…”

Her faint whisper held such release for him.

He suddenly realized this wasn’t a goodbye to friendship, but to anything more than playful games.

He lowered his head, but didn’t embrace her back.

She pulled away, a tender smile, though he felt half face from the presence of Sonic being right there…

Sonic held his ground too, but waited more patiently this time…

She turned and happily raced to ram into Sonic, gripping his arm and swaying her hips as he lead the way.

She walked quite a while with him, before slowly looking down… and back…

Her eyes widened.

Shadow had moved to the top of the hill, still watching them walk away.

More boldly now, she looked up.

He saw her looking back, but only acknowledged it by raising his head, and then slowly….

Turning around….

And walking the other way.

“Amy.”

Amy’s head shot straight back in front of her. “Um, uhh… Y-yes?” She smiled nervously to Sonic, closing her eyes, hoping he wouldn’t notice anything off about her actions.

“…” his face was still hidden by the shadows,…

He strode powerfully.

“…It’s not like I’m keeping you from seeing him again.”

Her eyes opened wide.

“…But… just tell me one thing…” such sorrow.. even fright and..

The same loneliness as Shadow in his voice.

“I’m still your hero… right?” He stopped walking.

It was the first time Amy saw him fully still….

He gripped his fists tighter.

“Don’t answer that.” he suddenly jammed out from his throat, and walked on, as she let go of his hand, surprised by his odd reactions.

“I already know…”

Her eyes teared up.

“Who you’ve chosen.”

The dawn broke, as he raised his head to show clear anger, jealousy, and hatred.

Then, he was suddenly launched into and fell to the ground, a hammer to the side of him.

“Ouch! Hey!” he turned around but Amy was on him like finger’s snapping.

“You’ll always be my hero! No matter what!” Amy chimed, as the sun rose over her face as well.

“Heehee!”

Sonic’s eyes widened.

“I… I love you,… Sonic!”

(for once, that’s exactly what I kinda wanted to write :) )

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