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sissylittlefeather · 4 months

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Role Play Part 1: Good Cop, Bad Cop

A/N: This might be a one-shot or maybe I'll write more parts. I haven't decided yet. It'll depend on whether anyone likes it. But this is based on photos from Sonny West's wedding. It's Elvis x fem!reader and it is dirrttyyyy.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m & f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, gun play, Elvis being bossy and dom, infidelity, cop roleplay, handcuffs, I think that's everything?

Word count: ~3.5k

When your cousin asked you to help with one of her catering events, you weren't exactly excited. However, you changed your mind when you found out who the event was for.

"You know who Sonny West is, right?!" You frantically ask your cousin.

"Kind of? All I know is Elvis Presley is picking up the tab for the whole wedding."

"I will absolutely help you with this event." You smile and grab her arm, squeezing it gently. This is the opportunity of a lifetime and you've never been happier to be related to her.

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On the day of the big event, you spend an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom doing your hair and makeup. Everything has to be perfect on the off chance you happen to get to meet Elvis. You know it's a long shot, but still, this is a better chance than you've ever had before. Once you feel like the look is complete with your tight black skirt and white button down, you head out the door. You're assigned to work the after party at Graceland, so you get in your car and drive that way.

The wedding party isn't there yet when you arrive, but they will be soon, so you get to work helping prepare food and set out trays.

You're in the kitchen when you hear the party arrive and everyone heads out to their assigned spot. You're putting the finishing touches on your tray, though, so you stay behind in the kitchen. That's when you see him for the first time.

He saunters into the kitchen to get a bottle of his favorite water from the fridge. You don't notice him walk in, so you're startled when the refrigerator door opens. You gasp and put your hand on your heart, glad you didn't drop the tray you're holding.

"Oh, I'm sorry darlin', I didn't mean to scare ya." He drawls. Your mouth drops open a little at the sight of him there in his velvet suit and white tie. You've suddenly forgotten how to speak English. "What's your name, honey?"

A smirk plays across his mouth. He's enjoying the fact that he's got you speechless as you search your brain for the answer to his question. After way too much time, you finally get it out.

"My name is y/n. You're..."

"I am. It's nice to meet you, y/n. Welcome to my home."

"It's nice." You cringe a little with your response and he smiles.

"Thank you. I better get back out there. Hopefully we run into each other again." He winks shamelessly and you blush as he leaves the kitchen. You take a deep breath and head out to your assigned post near the drink table.

You stand there for about twenty minutes before you feel eyes on you from across the room. When you make eye contact he winks again and smiles. He obviously isn't paying much attention to the conversation he's supposed to be in. Your cheeks flush and it suddenly feels very warm in the room. You decide it's time for a bathroom break and grab another waiter to let them know where you're going. You get there and wash your hands with cold water, pressing them to your cheeks when you finish. You look in the mirror and shake your head a little and then head out the door. What you don't expect is to almost run smack into Elvis when you leave the bathroom.

"Oh my gosh!" You put your hands on his chest to keep from running into him and look up at him as he chuckles.

"I guess I did say I hoped to run into you." You nod, speechless again. "Are you afraid of me?" His eyebrows knit together in the center of his forehead, showing his concern. Finally, you find your voice.

"No! I'm sorry; I'm just a little starstruck. I can't believe you're talking to me."

"Why wouldn't I be talking to you? Look at you." He gently brushes some of your hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear. You look at each other for a while and his eyes flick down to your mouth. Then, he cups your chin in his hand and starts to lean in towards you. As he presses his lips to yours softly, fireworks go off somewhere behind your navel. He pulls back slowly and you hear a voice.

"Boss, they're asking for you again." He sighs deeply and turns to the man sent to summon him.

"I thought I told you not to disturb me tonight."

"It's Priscilla. She-"

"Enough. I'm coming." He turns back to you and smiles. "I'll find you again. Don't worry."

When he leaves you there in the hallway, your breath comes in deep waves and you feel like you might pass out. Elvis Presley kissed you. And it seems like he'd like to do it again. You decide then and there that you'll let him- and more if that's what he wants. After gathering yourself a bit, you go back to your post next to the drink table.

When you get there, Elvis is doing some kind of demonstration with a few of his guns and badges. He's taken his jacket off and you can't get over how good he looks with his shoulder holster and belts showing. He holds up a long rifle and someone takes a picture as he talks. The way his rings clack against the wood and metal and he holds his cigarillo against the butt of the gun makes your warm center even warmer. The masculinity of the scene hits you in the soft and feminine parts of you and you don't just want him, you need him.

When he notices you watching with your mouth opened slightly, he gives you a knowing smile and licks his lips. A shiver runs down your spine and you pray that he will come talk to you again. You serve drinks and pass out smiles and wait patiently for him to be free.

Finally, he catches your eye and nods towards the kitchen. You don't hesitate to head that direction. When you get there, it's bustling with activity. He comes in behind you and you hear his voice boom.

"OUT!" All the waitstaff look at each other and then back at him. "You heard me!"

They gather their things quickly and leave, so that it's just you and him. As soon as you're alone, he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and kisses the back of your neck under where you have your hair pulled up. He whispers into your ear.

"I saw you watching me with my guns. Would you like to see more of them?" You close your eyes with the sensation of his breath on your ear, but you manage to respond softly.

"Yes, please."

"Come with me." He unwraps himself from around you and takes your hand. He leads you up the staircase and through his office to his bedroom. You know someone must have seen you, but it doesn't seem like anyone cares. Or maybe they've just learned not to say anything. Either way, you find yourself standing in Elvis Presley's bedroom as he shows you his small arsenal.

He describes each gun in detail, but you're so distracted by how attractive he is that you would fail a test if he gave you one. Finally, he pulls out a small pistol and makes sure it's completely unloaded. Then, he hands it to you.

"You know how to hold one of these?"

"I don't." He steps behind you again and makes sure you have the gun pointed away from anything. He puts his hands on your waist.

"Feet shoulder-width apart." He runs his hands up to your arms. "Arms straight." He slides his hands down to yours and makes sure your stance is strong. In doing so, he also presses his rock hard cock into your ass. You damn near melt where you're standing. Then, he pulls back quickly.

"What?" You ask, nervously, afraid that he's changed his mind for some reason.

"Little lady, do you have a license for that firearm?" He has a playful smirk again, so you relax.

"No, sir, I don't." He pulls a badge from his pocket.

"Then, I'm afraid I'm going to have to arrest you." Sliding open a drawer, he lifts out a pair of handcuffs. He leans in close to your ear and whispers. "Let me know if this is too much."

"It's not."

"Well, alright then." He takes the gun from you and turns you around, pulling you close to him and kissing you deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth to dance with yours. He pulls back and looks you in the eye. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you can kiss me and tempt me all you want. I still have to arrest ya."

You walk together towards the bed with him still wrapped around you and your mouths pressed together, kicking off your shoes as you go. He tosses the handcuffs on the bed and then lifts your shirt up and over your head. Then, he removes his heavy belts, letting them drop to the floor, and his shoulder holster, tie, and necklace. He lets you undo the buttons on his shirt and push it down his arms and off. His hands run up and down your body and then move to your back to unhook your bra. He lays you on the bed and reaches for the handcuffs.

"I hate to do this, but illegal use of a firearm is a pretty serious offense." He speaks matter-of-factly as he handcuffs your wrists around the bedpost. "Some punishment is in order."

With every word, your dripping center becomes wetter and wetter and your absolute need for him grows. He unzips your skirt and slides it down your thighs and off, leaving you in just your panties. With his hands on the inside of each thigh, he spreads your legs. Then, he runs a hand up to your core and feels the wetness there with his thumb.

"Mm. Good girl knows what I like."

"What are you gonna do to me, Officer?" His eyes light up when you play along with his game. You can tell this is a fantasy for him and you're not about to ruin it now. Besides, it's turning you on more than you care to admit.

"I'm gonna make sure you don't do anything like this again."

He moves back up to your chest and runs his tongue around your nipple while you squirm beneath his touch. He sucks lightly on the other nipple and kisses down your stomach. He presses a kiss to the place where your panties are so wet. "Is this what you want, baby?"

You moan softly with the feeling of him so close to where you want him.

"Yes, sir. Please. I promise I'll never do it again." He slides your panties off and puts his finger to your entrance, collecting the wetness gathered there to rub circles on your clit.

"Bad girls deserve to be punished. Are you a bad girl or a good girl, y/n?" He asks.

"I was nice and wet for you, Officer."

"That's true, but you still had that illegal firearm. I think you're a bad girl." He slides two fingers inside you and presses them as far as they'll go, his rings cold against your entrance. Then, he pumps them in and out quickly and lowers his mouth to your clit. He licks over and around it vigorously as you get closer and closer to your climax. When he feels your walls flutter, he backs off of you and pulls both fingers out. You whimper frantically and whisper.

"Noooo, Officer, please!"

"Bad girls don't get to cum when they want to. If you want to be a good girl, you'll cum when you're told."

"Yes sir, please I promise, don't stop!" He goes back to pumping two fingers inside of you, stopping to tickle your sensitive spot every once in a while.

"Does my bad girl want my tongue again?"

"Yes, Officer, please."

"Ask for what you want."

"I want you to lick my pussy again, sir." He gives you a smirk and slides off the bed. When he walks over to the gun case, his pants form a tent around his erection. He fetches the small, unloaded pistol, checking it again for bullets, and walks back to the bed.

"I need to show you how bad this gun can be before I give you want you want."

You nod, hoping he'll let you cum this time. But he doesn't go back to licking you. Instead, he takes the cold metal of the gun and pushes it to your clit gently. You gasp at the sensation and squirm again. He begins to use the tip of the barrel to tease your clit, rubbing it over and around on you carefully. Surprisingly, the sensation is a good one and at one point you cry out in pleasure.

"Oh God, Elvis."

"Does my bad girl want to cum?" He asks as he moves the gun on you gently.

"Yes, please, fuck!"

"Are you gonna be a good girl from now on?"

"Yes, Officer, please!" You moan and he pulls the gun away from you and sets it on the bed. He gets close to your center and blows on your clit gently.

Your orgasm seems to be teetering right on the edge and it's driving you insane. He kisses your hip and down to your pussy again.

"Has my bad girl learned her lesson?" You nod frantically and beg again as he licks up your slit to your clit and back down again.

"Yes! Yes! Please let me cum!" He smiles and presses his lips to your clit. Then, he begins to lick you again, sliding two fingers inside you, and you're so close that it almost hurts.

"Cum for me, baby." He whispers and you whimper as you feel your orgasm closing in. "Remember, good girls do what they're told."

He tightens his tongue to a point and licks directly over your clit hard and your center explodes with waves of undeniable pleasure, crashing over and over as you shake and pulse around his fingers.

"Oh, God, Elvis!" You cry out, completely forgetting about the party going on downstairs. He laughs and slides his fingers out of you.

"Good girl. Now I think it's time you try to convince me not to take you downtown." He retrieves a small key and unlocks the handcuffs, giving you access to your hands again.

"Yes, Officer." You push him down to lay on his back and settle between his legs. Then, you pull his pants down just enough to let his cock spring free. He moans softly as you run your hand up and down his shaft, rolling back his foreskin. When you lean down and lick the tip of his dick gently, he inhales sharply. You pull as much of him into your mouth as possible, gagging a little to fit him. He groans with the sensation of hitting the back of your throat. You pick up a steady rhythm of bouncing on him as you massage his balls.

"Yes, yes, that's my good girl." He moans, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. When you can tell he's getting close, you pull him in deeply again and back off.

"So am I going to jail?" You ask with a pout.

"I'm almost convinced to let you go." He pushes his pants the rest of the way down his legs and flips you over onto your back, lining his cock up with your dripping entrance. "Just one... last... thing."

When he gets to the final word, he pushes into you deeply, filling you fully in one thrust.

"Fuck, Elvis!" You cry out again at the sensation of being stretched and filled so quickly.

"Goddamn, you feel good, baby." He whispers in your ear as he begins to pump in and out of you. After a few minutes, he pushes your knees up so that your feet are pressed against his chest. As he fucks into you, he has one hand on your foot and he leans down and kisses your toe. "Such pretty little feet. Did ya paint these nails just for me?"

"I did." You respond breathlessly as he pounds you over and over again. The feeling is almost overwhelming in the best way possible.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me." Suddenly, he pulls out and rolls you over, spanking your ass lightly. "Get on your knees, babe."

"Yes sir." You get on your hands and knees as instructed. He holds your hip with one hand and uses his other to tease your slit with the tip of his cock. "Does my good girl want me to fuck her?"

"Yes, Officer, please." You whimper and beg.

He grunts as he pushes into you from behind, putting his other hand on your hip to brace you as he begins to slam into you over and over. His balls slap against you as he fucks you vigorously and you let out a soft cry with each thrust. It feels so good as his length hits your sensitive spot time and time again. He reaches around and begins to make circles on your clit as he fucks you.

"'M gonna cum soon, baby. Cum with me." He moans as he continues to push into you powerfully and rub your clit. Your breasts bounce with every impact and you wish he would never stop.

"Yes sir." You already feel your climax building and you cum hard, your orgasm running through you like wildfire just as he slams into you and moans loudly. You feel his warmth inside you and it just adds to the pleasure of your own pulsing orgasm. He pats on your ass before pulling out.

"That's my good girl."

He slides out of you and you lay down next to each other on the bed looking up at the ceiling, sweating and breathing heavily.

"Thank you, Officer." You turn your head and meet his eyes. His playful smirk is back.

"Anything for a sweet thing like you." He takes your hand and kisses your fingers in a gesture more intimate than your situation.

Suddenly, there's a quiet knock on the door and a voice nervously calls out.

"Boss, I know you said not to bother you, but your wife keeps asking where you are. What should I tell her?"

He looks at you with a devilish glint in his eye and mouths, "oh shit."

You cover your mouth and try not to giggle as he calls back to whomever is at the door.

"Tell her I had some police business to attend to."

The guy at the door walks away and Elvis rolls over onto you and peppers your face with kisses.

"Thank you for indulging me tonight." He leans in and kisses your mouth deeply. "That's more fun than I've had in a long time."

Something that's almost like sadness seems to settle on him and you kiss the end of his nose lightly.

"Of course! It was really fun for me too." He smiles again and kisses your cheek. Then, he rolls off of you and you both start to get dressed. He puts the gun and the handcuffs back where they belong.

"I'll tell you what, I'll never look at this pistol the same way again." You laugh and try to smooth your hair in the mirror. He wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses the back of your neck once more.

"Can I see you again?" You look at him in the mirror with his chin on your shoulder.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea. You're married."

"Ehhhh, for now. I like you. Please?"

You turn around in his arms to face him.

"Now who's begging?" You joke playfully. He makes a pouty face.

"Please, baby. You can pick the role play next time." You raise an eyebrow. That idea is intriguing.

"Can I be in charge?"

"Honey, you can do whatever you want if you dress up for me."

"Deal." He leans in to kiss you and there's another knock at the door. He rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Boss, she really-"

"Will ya let me deal with 'er? I'll be down there in a minute." He turns his attention back to you. "I have to go. I'll find you. We'll do this again. On my honor as a cop." He winks and unwraps himself from around you, kissing you sweetly one last time. As you make your way down the stairs and back to your post, you suppose your cousin probably won't ask for your help again.

When you make eye contact with him across the room again, though, you really don't care. He's worth it.

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chilly-me-softly · 2 years

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hii do you still write for son heung min? if you did please can i request, if not its totally fine ☺️

so, which reader and sonny married for 3 years and one day sonny told reader that its the right time to have kids now cause he want to bring his baby to every game

AND they did it, reader got pregnant and at his game when the match is finish (like at the end family member can be on the pitch to meet the player) and surprise him with the ultrasound scan of the baby 😉 thank you

if you don’t write for sonny anymore, its can be mason mount

I can't say no to a sonny fic, I really loved the request btw! x

The last home game of the season is a time when all the families come together to celebrate one more season completed and all that has been achieved in it. It's the moment when the players thank the fans for their immense support, when the kids are free to play on the field carefree. You have been living it for years now and each time is like the first.

You and your husband go around chatting a little with everyone, or rather you doing the chatting and him trying to steal the children from their parents to play with. And it's so nice to be together in harmony like that, after that final whistle it's as if everything cancels out to make room only for fun and carefreeness.

And that evening when you and Sonny get home, you notice that the boy doesn't stop staring at you no matter what you do. He has an adorable expression on his face, but you can't help but giggle embarrassed. After all the years together, he still has the same effect on you after all.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking about how you'd be as a mum" his bluntness leaves you speechless, the tea towel in your hand slipping away.

"What?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or anything" he moves closer to you wrapping his hands around your waist, leaving a kiss on your cheek.

"Just surprised, that's all" you shrug as a smile now makes its way onto your face, "What made you think that?"

"Today. It's this day actually, where everyone brings their wives and kids and has fun. Seeing you with Harry's kids and the others made me think what it would be like with one of our own. Taking them to games, seeing them cheering for me with my number on the back..."

"I thought you wanted to wait until you retired" having children was something you had always wanted but at that moment it was more a thought in the back of your mind despite you and Sonny having been married for three years now. You always thought it wasn't the right time given Sonny's career, knowing how bad he would feel about losing important milestone in his children's lives.

"I thought so too, but I guess it was always just fear. Of not being able to carry on with everything and leaving you alone. But when I saw you today, I just found myself thinking about how much I want to have a baby with you"

"You want a baby? Now?" you don't know what to say, the only thing you can do is check that you haven't misunderstood as tears mist your eyes and for a moment your throat closes in emotion. He chuckles, holding you close with one arm as his other hand goes to caress your cheek.

"Only if you want too, I don't want to push you. If you need time to think about it..."

"No" you shake your head decisively, "I told you before, I'm ready when you're ready" Sonny leans in slightly so as to kiss you before holding you tightly, your head going wild and the smiles on your faces making no sign of wanting to disappear.

"You know I wish my children, our children, could see what I do, not imagine it from some story"

"They will, and they'll be so damn proud"

Time had been very busy, but that doesn't mean you hadn't tried. Sonny had had to leave for some international duties, you had attended a few weddings of both your own and his friends, and then the pre-season had begun. It all seemed to go by in the blink of an eye, but you had certainly ensured that you could carve out moments alone as a couple.

You knew the moment would come and you had been waiting for it, but neither of you wanted to make it an obsession. You had enjoyed the quiet moments without any commitments to rest, relax and enjoy yourselves. Because Sonny especially needed it to recharge himself as much as possible for the new season that was approaching with a burst of excitement.

And there was something you had recently discovered, something you could no longer keep to yourself but at the same time you wanted it said in some special way. You were pregnant. You had made it.

You had been feeling weird for days, your head in the clouds, but you didn't want to admit what your head had been thinking all along. So as not to create false expectations. You hadn't told Sonny because he was preparing for the last pre-season game and needed to concentrate, but taking advantage of his absence you had worked up the courage.

Pretending the test hadn't come back positive, however briefly, had been torture. But the time had finally come to break the news to Sonny, at the stadium after the first game of the new season. You had thought that a special moment like that required a special place.

You are a little nervous, trying not to let anything out until the appointed time even though as soon as you stop to think what you are about to do your eyes fill with tears. And when the final whistle blows, you leap from your seat like a spring.

You stop in the tunnel where a stream of people come and go trying to spot Sonny, your heart pounding, and you're beyond excited now. You bump into Eric and breathe a sigh of relief at seeing a friendly face, he walks away with a promise to get Sonny to you as soon as possible.

You stay still in that place playing nervously with your ring until you see him and a smile paints itself on your face, same on his but with a hint of worry.

"Hey, Eric told me you were here" he leaves a kiss on your lips as you nod.

"Yeah sorry, I know it wasn't the plan but I need to talk to you"

"Okay" you let go of one of his hands for a moment so you can take something out of your pocket and he looks carefully and curiously at that white paper you extend to him.

"What is it?" it's thicker than just a sheet of paper and his instincts lead him to turn it over in his hands, catching sight of something on the other side. It's a black and white photo and he gasps in surprise when he recognises the ultrasound scan.

"I'm pregnant Sonny" you whisper with your voice broken with emotion, a soft expression on your face as you can't hold back a few tears.

"Oh my god. Oh my god!" he finally looks into your eyes and in an instant you're in his arms, laughing with your face buried in his neck as he spins you on the spot. "We're having a baby ooh I can't believe it!"

"Put me down" you giggle and as soon as your feet touch the ground, Sonny places his hands gently at your sides massaging your cheeks with his thumbs.

"We're going to have a baby" he murmurs almost on your lips as you nod vividly and the sweet kiss you exchange brings in all the joy for that new part of your lives.

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avenirdelight · 1 year

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Jealous

Son Heungmin

His recent photoshoot comes out and this time she’s not really happy about it. [Requested]

It had been two hours since the photos from the new photoshoot dropped and she still found herself speechless. They were now all over the internet and she’d actually dumped her phone somewhere in the bedroom because she needed to stop looking at them.

She knew that Sonny had the potential to be a supermodel; he had the build and the skills. He posed and moved in front of the camera like he was born to do it. She always felt proud and happy every time the results of his hard work came out, but she couldn’t really say that this time.

Maybe she should’ve prepared herself for this Calvin Klein photoshoot. She’d been so excited when he signed the contract, but she’d only realised it just now that it meant the whole world got to see him being that incredibly hot.

She was curled up on the sofa in the living room when Sonny came home. He announced to the whole house saying, “Baby, I’m home!” which she answered with a low “I’m here…” hoping he could figure out where she was.

The TV was on. She’d put on a random cooking channel but of course, she hadn’t been watching it because her mind was occupied by other things. Yes, yes, the photoshoot. She was getting annoyed and it showed.

“Hi, baby. You okay?” Sonny could notice it immediately, the long face and the pout.

“Yeah…”

Sonny knew she wasn’t okay. She didn’t even bother to look up at him.

“Bad day?” he guessed. He approached her, leaned down when she was close enough to put a kiss on top of her head. He then sat beside her and naturally placed a hand on her thigh.

“No, it was fine… How was your day?”

“Good, good… Training was fun today. Talking about the tactics is stressing me out but we’re making progress.”

She only responded with low hum as she reached for the TV remote at the coffee table, her thumb hovering over it before she decided to randomly surf the TV channels. It was getting awkwardly quiet and from the corner of her eyes, she could see that Sonny was eyeing her.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Sonny said, trying to draw out a reaction from her. But she once again only hummed and didn’t budge at all.

“Baby…” Sonny shifted on the sofa, now facing her. He took her free hand and held it. “This is your chance to tell me what’s going on before I go to the showers.”

“It’s nothing, it’s… It’s stupid,” she said as she slightly shook her head. “You’ll just laugh at me if I tell you.”

“I promise I won’t.”

She finally turned to him, meeting his eyes. He looked so innocent, confused as to why she was being weird, even worried if he’d done something wrong. She immediately felt uneasy being under his gentle gaze, almost embarrassed even though Sonny didn’t even know what was going on.

“Those photos from the Calvin Klein photoshoot…” She started, but paused in an instant, giving herself a chance to bail out.

“They’re good, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, very good. But that’s the thing.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

She looked away, let go of his hand, and grabbed a pillow. She hugged it for some comfort. “You look too good, babe. And the whole world gets to see that. And I– just– I don’t know. I’m just annoyed about it.”

“Are you jealous?” Sonny got it right with one guess.

Well, he knew her. She was a bit of the jealousy type. Sonny understood, he couldn’t blame her. South Korean national captain, Spurs legend, ambassadors for so many brands, he’d gotten himself a huge following. Eyes were always on him. People would always be ready to admire him, adore him, and literally drool over him.

“Maybe I am,” she shrugged, trying to make it look like it wasn’t a big deal. It really wasn’t, though, that was why she was reluctant to talk about it. “I told you it’s stupid, just forget it.”

“No, no, it’s not stupid,” Sonny shook his head. “You have the right to be jealous, you’re my wife.”

She sighed and turned to him again. “I know, but it’s your job. I’m not supposed to be annoyed about it, but…” She cupped Sonny’s face and pouted even more. “Sometimes I just hate that I have to share you with the rest of the world.”

Sonny matched her pout and he slouched his shoulders, signs that her words were affecting him.

“Especially when you were being that sexy. It’s truly unfair,” she finished off.

Sonny couldn’t help but to chuckle, making her pout quickly turn into a small shy smile. “See? I know you’d laugh! It’s stupid, like I said, it’s stupid.” She playfully slapped him on his shoulder.

“No, I mean, I’m glad that you’re jealous. If you’re not, then I must have done something wrong.”

“That’s the problem, you’re too handsome and too good at being a model. And all the ladies want you. That’s annoying.” She rolled her eyes, which earned more chuckles from Sonny.

Sonny circled his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss. “You know I’m yours. I belong to you. People only see what we want them to see, remember?” He said after he pulled away. She rested her head on his shoulder and he gently caressed her hair. “Maybe I should try to tone it down a little bit next time. Try to make it not too sexy.”

“That’s impossible, you’re naturally sexy,” she sighed. “Maybe you should just terminate the contract, you know? Can’t you just cancel it?”

Sonny laughed and this time she joined in. She realised how silly she was being. She and Sonny had talked so many times about it before—when he was out there, he belonged to everyone who supported him so he always needed to do his best but when he was at home, he belonged only to her. But still, she couldn’t help but to feel annoyed when the rest of the world got to ‘have’ her husband, especially when she wanted him all for herself.

“I think that is not possible,” he responded.

She sighed, detaching himself from him. “I know, just forget it. I’m just being silly.”

Sonny smiled and ruffled her hair, staring at her like he really adored her, which was only the truth. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” he said as he stood up from the sofa. “Okay, I’m going to take a shower. Do you want to join me?” He offered his hand. She rolled her eyes but took his hand anyway.

Guess she didn’t really have to be jealous. After all, the rest of the world didn’t have this privilege and some others. These were only hers.

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anon wanted me to write anything based on that photoshoot and this is what i came up with. hope you enjoyed that!

My Masterlist🤍

#queueueueue #avenirdelightwrites #son heung min imagines #football imagines #footballer imagines #son heung min one shot #football one shot #footballer one shot #football fic #footballer fic #imagine #one shots #fanfiction #fanfic

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hauntedjohnny · 3 months

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LOVE AND CARE

danny gaines / julie crawford danny gaines & sonny williams

wc: 1.4k synopsis: danny tries to hide a chronic flare-up at sonny's birthday dinner a/n: i hc that feb 14th is sonny's bday so this is hal bday half valentines <3 also totally no projection going on here :)

Danny's bones were waterlogged with fatigue, the setting sun reflecting his waning vigor. Repressing the wails from his joints, he stepped into the quaint diner, dim eyes skimming over the patrons. He said he would be here for Sonny's birthday and, despite being an hour late, he is nothing if not a man of his word. A familiar laughter grappled with the stubborn ringing in his head, directing him toward his friends— Leland throwing fries into Sonny's mouth as the girls commentated and giggled beside them.

Julie was the first to notice him, she always was. Her smile beamed through the drizzly thoughts, making him forget about the ache that plagued his body for just a moment. Catching his approaching figure, Sonny turned towards the mechanic, his greeting interrupted by a fry being flung at his cheek. Before he could reach over to the tray of shared scraps to return the favour, a calloused hand grabbed onto his shoulder.

"Happy birthday, man."

Swallowing a groan, Danny bent down to place a small box in front of the birthday boy. Sonny picked up the box, running his slender fingers over the worn leather. His eyebrows pulled together as he carefully opened his gift. He mentioned seeing it in a thrift shop weeks ago, something he said he would save up for. If you looked closely, there were a few scuffs, but, to Sonny, the imperfections were proof of love— proof that someone cared. Now, he was the one who felt loved; this gift meant Danny cared. Tenderness soared into Sonny's heart, made speechless by the small action.

“Issa watch,” Danny stated with a huff. Vaguely gesturing to the box in Sonny's hand, he studied the boy's face. The glazed look in Sonny's eyes made him nervous— was it too much? The eyes of his friends burnt into his figure as his heartbeat competed with the patter of rain on the window. He revealed the cards he tended to hold close to his chest, and it was making him self-conscious. Concealing his over-powering emotions, he let out a joke, “...so you remember to leave that damn library before midnight.”

Sonny finally looked up at Danny, choking out a watery laugh at his attempt to humour. It was only then he realised there were tears lining Sonny's eyes; the gift touching him deep in his soul. Sonny brought his hand to his chest in faux-offense.

“You’re talking to me about time-keeping?" With a glimmer in his eye, he rallied back. "It took you so long we thought you bit the dust on the way here, old man."

Rolling his eyes, Danny's tongue pushed against his cheek as he tried to suppress his rising smirk. “Alright, alright... Cut me some slack. I needed to fix the newbie's mistake before the boss found out."

"'Sides," The back of his hand gently whacked Sonny's temple in an attempt at annoyance before pointing at the gift. "I get paid for my time, smartass.”

"Knowledge is wealth," Connie nonchalantly commented to herself, drawing the attention of the group. The gift exchange became old news as the group fell into heated debate over money and knowledge, light jabs thrown across the table. Ceasing the opportunity, Sonny wormed his way from the table and turned towards Danny. Wrapping his arm over his shoulder in a hug, cheek to cheek, Sonny spoke low so only Danny could hear him.

"Thanks, man. I appreciate you."

Not the gift. Not the act. You.

Heat danced across Danny's cheeks as he took in Sonny's words, voice full of sincerity. Pulling away, he dragged his hand across his stubble as if it scrubbed the discomfort away. Avoiding eye-contact with the birthday boy, he gave a simple nod and met the eyes of Julie, sparkling with amusement. She loved it when he got like this. His walls melted into softness when he was tired, emotions clear on his face. Few people witnessed this side of him; it warmed her soul to see.

As Sonny rejoined the conversation, Danny made his way to his girl. Arm finding home on the headrest behind her, he greeted her with a short kiss that made her beam. But as he got settled, a low groan fell from his lips, causing concern to overcast Julie's sparkle. She wanted to kick herself for not having seen it the moment he walked in.

"Long day?" Julie murmured, brushing a fallen strand of hair behind his ear before rubbing circles into his jaw with her thumb.

Danny closed his eyes, head falling heavy in her hands. He sat with the question for a moment, working out how to answer without worrying her. With a low hum, a gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Summin like that..."

The cracking in his voice exposed his subdued anguish. He couldn't help but dream they were alone; he'd been thinking about it all day. It was as if they were in bed falling asleep to the music of the rain, a soft thunder blending into the rumble of his stomach that brought him back to the diner. Pressing a kiss to Julie's palm, he opened his eyes to see Julie pushing a burger towards him. It was a sad reminder of what Danny missed, cold and soggy, and yet it was as if she presented a hot homemade meal for him. He ate in silence, Julie's slender fingers knotting into the hair at his nape, coercing appreciative sounds from him.

They didn't stay for much longer. The sky was now dark, telling everyone the day was over, so the group said their goodbyes as the couple got ready to leave. Danny pushed himself up with a sharp inhale, his knees creaking at the sudden movement. Subconsciously, he kneaded the crook in his neck as he toyed in his back pocket for his keys, only to have them stolen from his grasp. Julie twirled them around her finger as a mischievous grin crept over her face, making her way to the diner door. Danny knew what she was trying to do.

"M'fine to drive, sweetie."

He tried to give her a reassuring smile, but it fell into a grimace as he stepped out of the diner. The cool air of the night made him stiff and Julie knew it. Her eyes roamed over him, noticing how he favoured his right leg. Ignoring his plea, she jumped into the driver's seat. There was no way he was driving home.

It was a quiet drive. A gentle rhythm that almost lulled Danny into a slumber. Julie enjoyed seeing him like this— as if the weight had finally lifted from his shoulders. With a gentle shake, she coaxed him from his slumber, hesitant to break his moment of peace. If she could, she would carry him inside like he'd done for her many times before.

Danny made a beeline for his bed, the hills of softness calling for him. After lazily stripping off his shirt and jeans, he collapsed onto the mattress, not even attempting to hide the moan of relief that flooded the room. Julie's footsteps echoed in the hallway as she readied for bed. Once she entered the bedroom, she knelt next to him on the bed, hand hovering over his back.

"You need to tell me when you're hurting," Her whisper held a slither of hurt. "I want to help you."

Danny knew she was right but, in his mind, there was nothing she could do to fix it. She couldn't control the weather. She couldn't control his work load. But to Julie, she could ease the pain and make it easier to live with. He tensed as her hand rubbed soft circles across his back, but soon relaxed as her fingertips pushed deeper into his throbbing muscles. The stress of the day melted away as her warmth seeped into his skin like she possessed magic that could cure any ailment. His furrowed brows smoothed out as sleep crept upon him, a tender kiss placed between his shoulder blades as rumbling snores vibrated through the room. He was loved. He was cared for.

#texas chainsaw massacre #tcm game #danny gaines #julie crawford #sonny williams #just fluff and chronic pain #i honestly dont know what this is but im throwing it at you

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melis-writes · 1 year

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Hi, please do with Michael finding out that Victoria and Sonny are having an affair, and that Victoria is pregnant with him, him catching them in the act

What we’ve all been waiting for… Michael finding out about Victonny once and for all. 😶 It was only inevitable after all.

Love into Lies: The End.

One business trip after another, meetings lasting for hours, politicians and powerful men seeking to revel in Corleone power as Michael balanced the reputation and legacy of his family as Don while avoiding and diverting a potential war all rested in Michael’s hands.

1957 had been passing by with long absences from Michael away from the family, but that was no excuse nor the reasoning behind your budding affair with Sonny, your brother-in-law behind your husband’s back.

Michael could have very well been present every single day at the compound and yet you and Sonny would still have been grasping at straws to justify being together and make opportunities happen.

The truth is, the nature of your affair and romance with Sonny never had anything to do with Michael’s absence.

Perhaps the bitterness and hatred boiling in Michael towards it all would have not been quite as intense if the truth of the matter was that Sonny began to curl up to you and seduce you while Michael was away. That would have made sense.

Michael has already forced himself to swallow the truth, however. You didn’t care for Michael’s absence or presence because all you thought about, craved and wanted was Sonny.

Michael had to accept that his wife on her own accord fell in love with Sonny and desired him just as much as Sonny desired her. Nothing could change this, and nothing could remedy it either.

Only Michael and Tom knew of your affair as Michael confided in him and only him; the only brother Michael can trust. Neither men have any intention on spreading word of the affair around the compound but rather dealing with it secretly without involving anyone else.

The latter, however, became impossible once Michael examined your medical checkup reports and pregnancy records. There was no way someone else could not be involved when you also gave birth to two of Sonny’s children—not Michael’s.

Your son Angelo and Daughter Isabella that you had welcomed to this world was loved, cared by and adored by Michael under the belief that they were his when in reality you had been giving birth to Sonny’s children.

Four cigarettes in, Michael remains seated in his office chair unmoving and with no colour or expression to his face; all emotion deadened as he holds his cigarette in-between his fingers and lets ash build up on the tip.

Feeling nauseous from the revelations and anxious, Tom sits across from Michael and lowers his gaze to the ground; a hand clasped over his mouth, left completely speechless from the truth.

Having not exited his office in three hours and cancelled all of his business meetings and plans for the day, you and Sonny remain completely oblivious to what Michael has come to realized—preoccupied with your day and household tasks.

“Dada!” Michael remembers greeting Angelo and Isabella after arriving home from a business meeting—kissing both of his childrens’ cheeks and spending as much quality time as he could with his growing family.

Now, Michael feels completely detatched from Angelo and Isabella, as if they were strangers. Michael isn’t their father, he’s their uncle and yet now from all the lies unfolded, he feels no love or sympathy towards them anymore.

“Mikey, I don’t…” Tom’s voice falters as he swallows hard. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, Tom,” Michael repeats, staring at the wall across from him. “There’s nothing you need to say at all.”

“What about Isabella and Angelo?” Tom shakes his head. “What will be done about them? They’re just children.”

“Not my children for as far as I’m concerned,” Michael replies back coldly. “They are just children, yes, but they won’t be raised here. Clemenza will arrange for them to be raised with Don Tomassino in Sicily.”

“Right,” Tom takes in a deep breath, realizing the children won’t exactly have parents anymore once this is all over and dealt with. “I’ll get in touch with him. And…?”

Michael’s eyes meet Tom’s as he raises his cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag from it. “That’s what I’ve been thinking about—what to do with them.”

“Mike,” Tom begins, “I think you should talk to Don Ferrari before—”

“Before what, Tom?” Michael interrupts. “What will he do about his daughter once I tell him she’s been having an affair with my brother? He chooses to be involved in the marriages of his children, unlike our father. He will always have an opinion and say in anything that revolves his daughter. I’ll save Victoria the shame of telling her father the truth while she’s still alive.”

“So you’ll kill her then,” Tom lowers his voice, in disbelief. “You’ll have her killed knowing her father will come for revenge.”

“He won’t,” Michael brushes off the thought, blowing out smoke around him. “Nobody wants another war, Tom. He’ll become my enemy, but he can’t act out against me just yet, regardless of how he feels.”

“He’ll never justify his daughter’s death unless she betrayed the family,” Tom points out.

“Yes, exactly,” Michael agrees, “so then we’ll tell Don Ferrari what he’ll want to hear but that’ll be the end of our allyship and relations with the Ferrari’s.”

“But what about Leonardo and Connie?” Tom frowns, “this is going to come back to haunt them.”

“It won’t,” Michael denies, “Leonardo is a good man. Besides his father, he’s the only man of the Ferrari family I trust. He’s good to Connie and now he’s Connie’s husband. Victoria’s infidelity isn’t going to destroy apart a happy marriage.”

‘The irony.’ Tom rakes a hand through his hair out of frustration, nodding grimly. “God, I’m so sorry, Mike. I’m sorry. I can’t believe this is all happening—that this all happened.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Michael taps off the ashes from his cigarette. “This will be dealt with.”

“You wouldn’t consider separating them, would you?” Tom offers. “Perhaps keeping Sonny in New York but detached from the family and Victoria in Sicily.”

“I could have those two on the opposite ends of the world and they’d still find their way to each other,” Michael’s eyes harden. “That’s what they’ve been doing behind my back for years now.”

“They must have thought about the consequences,” Tom mutters under his breath, “they must have thought about something.”

“I’m sure they have,” Michael takes another drag from his cigarette, “and I assume they came to the conclusion that the only consequences available are death. Yet they still continued their affair and birthed two children out of wedlock, putting me under the belief they were mine. That tells me everything.”

Tom raises his head, looking at Michael with worry. “What do you mean?”

“I mean they believe it’s worth it,” Michael states. “All of this was worth it to them. Lovebirds blinded and sickened by their own unnatural affair; brother-in-law and sister-in-law, both married with children. They would die together in each other’s arms if they had to and I will not give them the opportunity to be together in death as they were in life.”

Tom’s heart pounds in his chest from Michael’s words, seeing no ounce of forgiveness or pity left in his brother; nothing but pure spite and bitterness.

“I want Rocco and Al to bring them here now,” Michael speaks calmly, “and I want to hear the confessions come out of their mouths before I explain to them every last detail of their death. I want them to watch each other die, unable to do anything about it.”

“When my turn?! When my turn?!” Angelo claps his hands excitedly, watching Sonny begin to reel in his catch.

“When you’re old enough, buddy!” Sonny calls back with a grin, “I promise! Uncle Fredo and I’ll take you as many times as you want.”

“I’ll even teach you some of my favourite fishing tricks your uncle and I use!” Fredo nods, closing up the tin of bait next to him on the boat.

Standing on the docks with your arms crossed, you chuckle to yourself—unable to wipe the smile off your face.

Regardless of whether little Angelo may think of Sonny as his uncle and not his father, there’s always been more than just a “nephew and uncle” bond between the two; a secret you don’t intend on telling Angelo or his little sister for many, many years.

Sonny reels out a trout, quick to set it down in the boat before catching your eye and giving you a wave, smirking.

You blush, waving back from a distance—letting the spring air flow over you and your dress as you watch over Sonny and Fredo over the water, beginning to move the boat towards the docks.

“You wanna grab that lucky fishing rod of yours, eh?” Sonny begins to carefully hook another piece of bait onto his fishing rod.

“Uh huh, and this time I’m gonna say a hail Mary like I always do,” Fredo nods ecstatically, eager to get to the docks.

Distracted from watching the two, you gasp softly when you feel a hand touch your hip; not overly affectionate but to signal whose come to join you.

“Hi, darling,” you glance over to your side, seeing Michael standing next to you.

“Hello,” Michael greets—somewhat withdrawn from his distant tone of voice only to muffle down the pain he begins to feel doubling inside of him seeing you now. “Enjoying yourself?”

You nod, letting out a soft laugh. “Well, it gives me something to do as the laundry dries. It’s been a slow day, surprisingly.”

What you don’t know as Michael’s briefly distracted you in some small talk is that Rocco whispers something to Esther—the nanny—who gives him a brief nod before smiling at Angelo, talking all sweet like and leading him back towards the central family estate.

Al Neri makes conversation with Fredo and Sonny by the docks, handing Fredo’s his favourite “lucky” fishing rod before joining the two men on the boat—seemingly all harmless in your perspective.

“You didn’t want to join them?” Michael asks, gesturing to Sonny and Fredo paddling off into the lake again.

“Oh, no,” you say back sheepishly, shaking your head. “I can always enjoy a good view but fishing isn’t my thing. You know I’d get seasick all over again!”

“Surprising,” Michael comments—his tone of voice growing colder with each word. “You never leave his side if you can help it.”

“His side…?” You blink, turning your head to face Michael.

Michael stares back at you; his gaze hardened and affixed with bitterness and cruelty. It’s a look that instantly causes waves of anxiety to rush through you enough to make you feel queasy and weak in the knees, but it’s also a look that tells you Michael knows more than you do.

Michael nods slowly, realizing you’ve figured out what he means now. “Or is that something you’ve figured to do in my absence? You don’t get too close to your lover so I continue not to suspect.”

Your breath hitches as you swallow hard—freezing in spot. Unable to speak, unable to think of anything, your muscles tense up as shock and worry course through you.

“You and I were here only two weeks ago,” Michael speaks to you in a soft, calm tone. “We watched the sun rise early in the morning. We remained here for two hours, talking to one another. I held you in my arms and there I debated whether I should tell you then or tell you after breakfast that I had another upcoming business trip that week. I did not tell you because I wanted to spend that loving moment with my wife and push aside my work, and even when I left, I thought about you and the morning we shared together. Had I known—” Michael’s voice begins to grow sharper, “that you were having an affair with Santino—cheating on me, lying to me, betraying me for years on end, that morning would have ended very differently.

You swallow hard, feeling tears begin to pool up in your eyes.

Rocco keeps his eyes over both you and the boat Sonny, Fredo and Al Neri are in—signalling to Al Neri with subtle hand gestures and glances.

Al keeps his hand over his pistol concealed inside his suit jacket, pretending to listen into the conversation Fredo and Sonny make amongst one another while fishing—waiting for the Don’s final word.

“I don’t want to know why,” Michael continues. “I don’t want to know why you chose him, when you did and how you did it. I don’t want to know because it serves me no purpose, like our marriage that you chose to destroy and sully.”

“You wouldn’t have let me go anyway,” you manage to croak out.

“Would I have not?” Michael raises a brow. “Should you have filed for divorce and kept the children with me and the same upon Santino, do you really think I would spend my time scouring the ends of the earth to track down two lovers meeting again elsewhere? You should have done that, Victoria. You should have told me and then you should have left. You disgrace my home with your adultery and you do so with my brother. How long did you think I wouldn’t have noticed, hmm?”

“I… I don’t—”

Michael grabs your wrist, staring you dead in the eyes. “You lied to me. You lied to our children, and you gave birth to the children of another man. You made me father my brother’s children under a lie.”

Smiling and scraping off fish scales from the bucket of what he and Fredo have caught today, Sonny gazes up at you—ignoring Michael by your side completely and admiring your beauty.

“M-Michael—” you sniffle, feeling your throat tighten. “You’re hurting me—”

“I’m going to do a lot more than hurt you,” his words sink into you like poison. “When I look at you now, I see nothing. I don’t see my wife, I don’t see my best friend, and I don’t see the mother of my children. I see nobody. You are nothing to me, Victoria. I loved you and I was never unfaithful to you but now you have none other to blame other than yourself. Our children will grow up motherless.”

You flinch, hearing the sound of a pistol going off.

You quickly turn your head towards the lake—Michael refusing to let go of your wrist without budging a muscle only to see the boat sprayed crimson with blood, the same blood splattered over Fredo’s face who sits in a state of shock on the boat.

Neri stares down at Sonny’s lifeless body crumpled onto the boat now pooling with his blood and with a bullet in the back of Sonny’s head.

“Think about your next words and actions very wisely,” Michael warns you as Rocco begins to approach you from behind. “Should you wish for Angelo and Isabella not to join your fate.”

“Sonny—”

Rocco grabs your wrists, roughly pulling them behind your back to tie them tightly with rope as two other bodyguards of Michael’s begin to approach from both sides, cornering you two.

“I’m going to save you the embarrassment of how you’ll feel once your family discovers everything,” Michael stares at you with disgust. “But for all everyone else knows, you drowned in a tragic accident at the lake. I would never let you die with him.”

Rocco presses the tip of his pistol onto your back when you resist, immediately ceasing your movements.

“M-Michael, please, p-please—” You breathe out weakly, gasping for air throughout your sobs as your body quivers against the ropes being tied around your ankles and wrists.

“While my brother’s body rots in the bottom of Lake Tahoe, I won’t let your remains touch his, even in death.”

“Michael!” You cry out in protest, feeling the tightness of the ropes sting and etch into your skin but Michael has no intention on letting your screams notify anyone else in the family.

“Goodbye, Victoria,” it’s Michael who pushes you into the lake with a quick shove, watching you splash into the cold water unable to move, wriggle free or fight against the currents.

Michael puts both of his hands in the pockets of his trousers, pursing his lips and watching you drown and attempt to thrash around with a monotone expression over his face.

Water burns your lungs with each helpless breath you take amidst the water and waves engulfing and overpowering you as you begin to drown—your eyes burning from your tears and vision blurred only to see Sonny’s blood mixing into the water near you.

Michael’s heart forever remains cold and hardened. Whatever humanity he had towards his family is destroyed, but he willingly dons the blood of his wife and brother on his hands.

#godfather au #victonny #sonny corleone #santino corleone #sonny corleone x reader #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #prompts #moth to flame au #godfather x reader #not canon

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womanwithahotdogstand · 1 year

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i am fully speechless right now.

i did not see sonnett to reign coming but i am so unbelievably here for it. don’t get me wrong, i love spirit sonny, but sonnett on my fav team? which will lead to more sonny + rose content? preparing myself to never shut up about woso this season (as if i ever shut up about it now).

I am not surprised in the slightest. I knew as soon as Washington hired Mark Parsons that Sonnett was out as soon as she could be (granted it happened a lot faster than I thought it would because the players now have control of their careers which I love.) He treated her like SHIT in Portland and then traded her to Orlando completely out of the blue for NO reason.

I’m thrilled she gets to play for a coach (and a new assistant coach) that treat their players with respect first and foremost (especially after what she went through in Portland and D.C.)

I’m thrilled she gets to play with one of her best friends. (And Pinoe, Sof and Alana all of whom i’m sure she also loves a lot.)

I’m just absolutely thrilled for her. She deserves this.

#emily sonnett #ol reign #washington spirit #portland thorns #nwsl #uswnt

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galaxofmuses · 8 months

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Drabble: A Visit

It was a normal day in the forest,The morning dew still glistening in the sunlight as the Flickies chirped and greeted each other, but then a snap of the twig interrupted the two and flew off. A pair of worn hiking boots appeared out of the wood and revealed a sky blue hedgehog; it was not a youthful sound, but rather an elderly groan. “Ah, these old bones are not what they used to be…” Looking up ahead to see the cottage. With a sigh of relief the mobian approaches the home and passes by the porch to see a rather cute red door and looking over to see the mail overflowing a bit. That made him raise a brow with concern and then look back at the front door, to gather up the courage and knock on the door.

Within a few seconds, the door opens. The two hedgehogs made eye contact with each other. The youthful mobian looks rather confused as to why they came by in such a frail looking hedgehog and wearing a bomber jacket, a sling leather pack, hiking gloves and thick leather hiking boots. The one thing Sky notices is that the elderly hedgehog’s hands were shaking out of nervousness.

“Uhh….Can I help you sir?”

The old man couldn’t help, but to look up and try to smile. Oh he was about to hug him, but he hesitated in fear of making things awkward.

“Ah! Sorry Sonny-boy…It…It has been too long…..Skyler.”

Sky is taken aback from this stranger knowing his real name, only his friends know about his true name. Now things are getting curiouser and suspicious. “How do you know my name?” He quickly looked around and well there was no one else in sight, it was only him. “Well…come on in. I don’t want to talk outside.” With that Skyler lets him inside the cozy cottege.

With a nod of thanks as he goes to take off the worn off boots on the mini shoe shelves that are on the side of the door out of respect. The last thing he wants to do is to leave a trail of nature and dirt all over the wooden floors. Skyler closes the door and has the nagging feeling that something is up with this unexpected guest. He hasn’t been feeling too great since the Starfall Islands and it has been a few months to recover and struggling to even sleep or eat.

As Charles eventually sits down on a nearby plush chair and looks around at the living room which has a coffee table, a series of photos of different zones and selfies of Sonic and his friends. The huge soft rug surrounding the sitting area overall was just the cherry on top for this room. In addition to the kitchen right across the room, Sonic did go in there to take out the bottles of green tea from the mini fridge and close it. Walking back into the living room and offering the drink to Charles, the elderly hedgehog thanks Skyler and takes the bottle. Skyler goes to hop on the sofa which is next to him. As the two sip their tea and Sky breaks the ice.

“So…..How did you manage to find this place?....and….You didn’t call me by my alias and know my real name.”

Charles chuckled softly and looked back at Skyler with a mix of emotions, as if there was something across his mind. “Sonny boy…Skyler. I have been looking for you and I need to talk to you about something.” He takes a worn out photo from his pack that he set aside and hands it to Sky.

The young hedgehog raises a brow in suspicion at first and then takes a sharp breath to take the photo to look. His eyes widened and jaw dropped. The photo contains two adult hedgehogs and a younger looking Charles. What hits Skyler the most is that the female mobian is carrying a child.

It was him.

A whirlwind of memories burst through his mind. The words, the voices, the encouragement to survive. Yet even if those moments we’re only for a minute or even mere seconds. Those memories are absolutely precious for the hedgehog. As he shakes off the shock and tries to put his feelings together. Speechless on what to say, yet Charles is a patient mobian and understanding that he dropped such a reveal for this young boy. Skyler slowly looks at the other for a moment and then looks back at the photo to finally notice the baby blue blanket. With that Sky gets up to rush to his room and open the closet that is full of junk. He begins to dig out the mess, but eventually finds the blanket still in one piece, but it might need a bit of care. Running back to the living room as the other was not phased from Skyler’s super speed. He recognized that ability all too well.

Skyler is trying to keep it together and feels his hands shaking as he hands over the blanket to Charles. As the elder’s eyes widened with shock and seeing the rather well not exactly clean blanket, but yet on the corner that was etched in with Skyler’s name is clear as day. The silence is still filling up the room and while the breeze and Flickies are still chipping happily. Charles eventually gives the blanket back to him.

“....Skyler…..I can’t believe you kept the blanket all this time…I thought…..I thought you would have hated what we have done to you.”

Sky takes a pause to answer why he even made this decision and then looks back at his found relative. Looking at the returned blanket he is holding in thought and looks up to finally reply. “I….I used to when I was young, but….it was the only identity I have, but I kept calling myself Sonic. It didn’t felt right for me hiding my real name forever so….I-I started to embrace it.” He chuckled lightly at Charles and looked back at the family photo. “Even if I have no idea who my parents are….but….T-Tell me who you are.”

“Well…My name is Charles Luxhart,so please just call me Uncle Chuck, no need to be formal about saying my whole name.”

The familiar family terminology was familiar for Skyler, but that term was used for another one that he cares about. Refocusing from this reunion and now he is pondering with so many questions and so many concerns. Then his communicator made a beeping sound, it was his friends, then it dawned on him that the messages reminded him.

“Ah Snaps! I forgot! I gotta do something today! A-Ah sorry Cha-U-Uncle Chuck!”

Charles cracked a smile at the familiar emotions that are quite familiar like his brother. And shakes his head. “It’s okay Skyler, I figured I dropped by at a bad time..well I did come here uninvited after all and dropped so much on ya.” He takes out a card and hands it over to him.

“Just give me a call anytime when you are ready Sonny-boy and I’ll come looking for you. Oh and thank you for the drink.”

As Sky takes the card and looks at the very dainty and neat handwriting with his name and phone number. Almost forgetting about the photo and returning it back to them. Charles takes the photo back with a nod of thanks and well silently finishes the bottled tea and sets it on the coffee table. Skyler nods and tries to cover up with a smile as he always does. “Yeah. Hey, I'll open the door for you.” As the two reach the front door and Sky turns the knob to open the entrance once more. “So…How did you even travel here? It might have taken a bit of a trip from the train station to here.” There wasn’t really a proper transportation to the dense woods so there was no way that Charles would have even walked miles away to get to this cottage home.

The elderly mobian grinned. It was quite a familiar sight for the younger one. “Heh…I actually used my plane to get here. Don’t worry about me, I’ve explored through denser woods than these. Also your neighbors are quite nice as well.” On cue as some Flickies passed by on the blue skies. That made Sky chuckle and after a few more random small talk, they both said their goodbyes. Charles did not want to start the affectionate gesture yet, it was still rather too soon for that moment. With a beat, the hedgehog walks away as Sonic watches him go into the pathway and deep into the woods.

As his smile fades out and now he has got a lot of mind that he actually met someone who knows him. A family member who painstakingly found his home and just to drop the news about his parents. His mind is going through so many thoughts and questions, then a ping from his watch plays. Which made him jump a bit. Looking at the message and then his concerns turns into a panicked state. He needed to prepare and change into his usual outfit. Today was the day when his friends were going to start their journeys.

Meanwhile....

The three we’re waiting for Sonic which is quite…strange for him. Knuckles jokes that he probably overslept or something. While the other two both disagree even if the throught is amusing. Then with amazing timing and speed, Skyler finally shows up and of course the echidna had to say something first. “Well looks like you’re the one who’s too slo-” He stopped once he saw the glaring green eyes of Amara’s fury. That made the treasure hunter change the subject rather quickly. “A-Anyways! So uhhh I ain’t got any emotional words to say. What about you two?”

Wren and Amara looked at each other and it seems like the two were prepared for something, yet they both know that they don’t want to drag the goodbyes for too long either. The young fox piped up first.

“Well It’s not a forever goodbye, but…I’ll make sure to call or send some photos when I can! Oh and uhh I am gonna drop off Knuckles to his destination.”

Knuckles silently nods with a smirk across his face and that made Sky grin back in return. Oh how much he is going to miss that echidna’s big brotherly vibes and Tails’ bickering about his commissions and Eggman thwarting the planet again. Amara takes a deep breath and looks at the two and then Skyler.

“Well…I did finally revise my menu and also I am finally having my own food truck. Ah! It took so long, but I think it is going to fit well for my business. But! All three of you need to be careful and especially you Skyler!”

Sky couldn’t help, but to chuckle nervously and adjust his quills which are still tipped with the strange black corruption.

“H-Hey! I’ll be fine! I’m more worried about you three!”

They all burst into laughter and the four had a bit of more small talk and what other plans they are going to do. Eventually Wren and Knuckles left with the Tornado as the two hedgehogs watched them fly away. As Skyler continues to watch the boys go into the distant skies, Amara turns to him, who is still focused on their departure. It didn’t take too long for her to finally speak up.

“Hey Skyler?”

The blue hedgehog turns around and looks back at her with curiosity, yet he notices that she looks rather nervous now. “What’s up?”

Shuffling her boots and taking a sharp breath. “I…I want to go check if Nikki is okay. She hasn’t responded to my emails lately and also...I...I want to say goodbye to her before I leave.”

Well that made him concerned, he has been recovering from everything and well now he is feeling much better. Yet having no contact from Nikki for a while seems to worry for him more. WIth a determined look and a smile. He offers a hand to her.

“Well….Let’s go to her. I’ve been meaning to visit her anyways. Man….I can’t wait to tell her about our recent adventures. I...I do miss her.”

Amara smiles back at him and softly giggles. “Of course you do….I…I miss her too Sky.”

Skyler offers her to carry her as he takes off to find a particular Warp Ring that leads to Nikki’s world. His face beams with excitement and looks down not only at Amara, but He is also wearing the necklace that X gave him. It was one of the precious things that he always cherished and well Sky has been thinking of taking the dark entity to another date. It has been awhile since he treated her since he left to Starfall Islands. Wearing the dark earring on his right ear and the blue studded earring on his left, it really shows that Nikki means so much to him.

To have a found family sister was the best thing ever and he did not regret it.

#long post #:: headcanon ::#:: Drabble ::#drabble #:: Side Muse; Uncle Chuck | Charles Luxhart ; AU ; Echoes in the Chambers of Our Heart ::#:: Ver; Main; And Together We Stand Tall ::#:: Ver; Main; Like a Hero ::#:: Ver; Main; Fight you all the Way ::#:: Ver; Main; I can chase another day ::

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