@FanPrompt "warning"

Rei's body had warned him that he was getting sick.

But he'd been so focused in his painting he'd ignored the signs (throbbing head, congested lungs, vague sense of nausea). When he'd put the brush down, his remaining strength in his limbs left him with a sigh.

That's how Basara had found him, passed out on the ground and burning up.

"Tengenjibashi…"

Now he wakes up to the familiar, soft calling of his name. He's laying on a cushioned surface so Basara must've carried him to bed. Yet it's not his Shikigami who he sees when he blinks his bleary eyes open: Yotsuya sits on the edge of the bed by his side, fingers carding through Rei's hair, his expression pinched. When their eyes meet, some tension eases off him and Yotsuya smiles, bending towards him.

"Yotsuya…what are you doing here?" speaking tickles his throat and sends him into a small coughing fit. Yotsuya tilts his head up and brings a glass of water to his lips, from which Rei drinks greedily until the itching subsides. He lays back down with a groan.

"I wanted to see your face," Yotsuya's voice is a mere whisper and for a moment Rei thinks he may cough again from how the honest words tickle his chest, "How do you feel?" Yotsuya's knuckles brush his cheek and his hand is cold against Rei's burning skin. He leans into the touch and hums when Yotsuya cradles his face.

"Tired," he replies hoarsely, "It's just a cold, though."

"Just a cold, huh…" Yotsuya echoes as his thumb rubs Rei's cheekbone back and forth, eyes half lidded and tender; it's as though his gaze is caressing him too. "You gave poor Basara quite a fright when you collapsed."

"Ah…" he'll have to apologize to Basara later. His Shikigami had insisted he rested earlier and he'd paid him no mind.

Yotsuya is still gazing at him with some deep emotion. Knuckles brush the length of his throat, a palm rests over his heart. His other hand settles on Rei's head and cards through his hair, eliciting a content noise from him.

This moment…it mirrors the time when he'd been weak and faint from the curse. Yotsuya was at his side then, too, caressing him gently; looking at him with some deep emotion that Rei refused to acknowledge, lest he make himself believe something that wasn't truly there. But that emotion is there again, now, so fragile and so precious that it threatens to crush his heart.

He wonders if Yotsuya is thinking of that time, too.

"Yotsuya," he holds the back of Yotsuya's neck and gently hides him down until their foreheads rest together. The point of contact is meant to reassure him, but it settles the knot in Rei's chest, too, "I'm fine."

A cold sigh fans his lips. Yotsuya's eyes fall shut and he relaxes into him, nose lightly nuzzling his.

"…Rei," he murmurs in the space between them, kissing the word to his mouth, "May I remain by your side a while longer?"

"Mnn," Rei wraps his arms around Yotsuya and pulls him into his side, "Stay with me."

#FanPrompt #TokyoOnmyoji #SonnyWrites

@fanprompt "sheep" (1/2, got long for one post !)

All through dinner Luo Binghe was giving him a certain look. By now, Shen Qingqiu didn't miss the poorly veiled fondness in his husband's gaze, but it was laced with something else, his fingers lingering on his when he passed Shen Qingqiu his bowl, or brushing his wrist under the table. And, oh, the sighs, like some longing, amorous maiden looking at her lover!

The lover, in question, being Shen Qingqiu, a fact which sent Shen Qingqiu's insides into a flutter and made him feel equally amorous and yearnful himself. It had been a couple of busy weeks for them both and it felt like tonight was the first night in a while that they had time to unwind together.

After dinner, they sat outside enjoying a cup of tea and a cool summer breeze, the moon bright and watchful, stars twinkling, bamboo swishing, its scent permeating the air. Although peaceful and content, Shen Qingqiu was acutely aware of Luo Binghe's fidgeting, as though he were holding something back; and so, at length, he set the tea aside, and turned to him.

"Binghe," he called him softly but his husband's gaze had seldom strayed from him all night. He met Luo Binghe's eyes with a silent question in his own; Luo Binghe parted his lips, eyes flickering between Shen Qingqiu's face and the rest of him, before pressing them shut.

Rather than say anything, Luo Binghe surged forwards. He plopped his head unceremoniously onto Shen Qingqiu's lap and wrapped his arms around his waist, the impact pushing Shen Qingqiu back slightly before he righted himself. On reflex, Shen Qingqiu settled his hand atop his curls, its familiar resting place.

"Ah, what's this?" Shen Qingqiu patted his head; in turn, his husband buried further into his lap, squeezing his waist. He remained silent, holding onto him,

"…Binghe?" Shen Qingqiu called again with a lilt of concern, "What's on your mind?"

"Apologies, Shizun," Luo Binghe's voice came out slightly muffled where his face hid in Shen Qingqiu's robes, "Allow this disciple to remain like this, just for a little while. He has missed Shizun terribly."

Instantly, warmth spread of Shen Qingqiu's chest, melting away the worry. Oh, this sticky sheep of his, he'd been waiting to cling to him! Incorrigible. Yet, Shen Qingqiu would never deny him. He was feeling particularly clingy himself tonight.

He carded his fingers through Luo Binghe's hair, "It has been a busy couple weeks, hasn't it?" his other hand settled on Luo Binghe's back, rubbing slow circles, "Binghe must be exhausted."

Luo Binghe melted at his touch, humming contently. He tilted his head, resting his cheek on Shen Qingqiu's lap, so he could peer up at him with one eye, creased at the corner, "All my exhaustion melts away when I'm with Shizun."

#SVSSS #BingQiu #SonnyWrites #FanPrompt

@fanprompt ”stubborn”

“You don’t know when to give up, do you?”

“Neither do you! You’re as stubborn as I am!”

They’d been racing all day. All because of a tie—Sonic had clearly won by the tip of his shoes but Shadow wouldn’t admit it and they didn’t have a referee, so the natural solution was to race again; make it a longer race, across the valley, round loops and up the hills, circling the ocean and jumping over rocks and shallow pools.

At some point, day had turned to dusk and dusk to night. The stars and the moon were their only companions aside from each other as they dashed across the field; the wind was chilly and pleasant against Sonic’s warm cheeks.

“Alright, how about this,” he spoke up, pointing at a tree in the distance—their original starting point, “First one to touch it wins.”

Shadow nodded, lips twisting in a smirk, “Fine.” And boosted himself forward, skates cutting through the grass. Sonic followed suit; they were neck and neck, blue and red lights in perfect parallels, close yet not touching.

The tree was just ahead.

Their hands outstretched towards it, mirrors of each other, inches apart.

In the quiet of the night, the tree leaves rustled as their palms connected with its thin trunk; thump, thump, one just a little before the other.

“I won.” Shadow said and Sonic swiveled around, getting up on his face even as he ran backwards.

“No you didn’t—WOAH!”

He’d been going so fast and not looking back, that his feet caught on a rock, or a tree stump sticking out; he fell backwards—and Shadow, going just as fast, crashed right into him; they tumbled to the ground in a heap of limbs.

“Ow, ow, ow,” Sonic groaned, rubbing the back of his head, “I’m gonna feel that…You good?”

Face shoved against Sonic’s chest, Shadow let out a muffled noise of complaint. Pressed so close together, he could feel Shadow’s chest rising and falling in rhythm with him, hearts beating in quick synchrony.

“You are soft enough to cushion the blow.”

The puff of breath tickled and Sonic stuttered out a laugh, even as his nuzzle heated up.

“Aw, not as soft as you that’s for sure,” he poked at the fur of Shadow’s chest, “But thanks for the compliment.”

The touch prompted Shadow to rise on his hands and knees. Shadow hovered over him, haloed by the moon.

“Seeing as I won,” he was grinning, sharp canines sticking out, “I thought I’d be nice to you.”

“Hey, who says you won? We hit the tree at the same time!”

“Oh, so you are calling a tie now?”

“I call rematch,” he tilted his head back, exhaling out another laugh; he’s smiling, arms spread and limbs a bit goey, “But, eh, maybe tomorrow?”

“Hmph. Stubborn loser.”

“Pot, kettle.”

#sonadow #sonicthehedgehog #SonnyWrites #FanPrompt

@fanprompt "dangerous"

Happy V-day!!

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As he ran across the hill, Sonic's head turned this and that way in search of familiar black and red quills; he spotted his target at the very top of the incline. He beamed, heart beating faster.

Sonic was about to do something very dangerous.

Give Shadow a gift.

"Hey Shads!!" he zipped right up to his side, hands hidden behind his back. "Phew, nice view from up here!"

Illuminated by the warm rays of the sunset with a backdrop of grassy plains and crystaline lakea, arms crossed and eyes half lidded, Shadow was a postcard picture of serene exasperation.

He gave Sonic an up and down look--suspicious, clearly--before turning back to the landscape, "It's okay."

"Me, or the view?" he couldn't help teasing, and it earned him an eye roll.

"You may draw your own conclusions, Hedgehog."

"I think," Sonic shimmied closer, "you're happy to see meeee," a little closer, "and Igotyousomething!!"

In one swift movement, he shoved the flowers he'd been hiding behind his back against Shadow's chest; with the same impulse, while Shadow was distracted, fumbling with the bouquet, he planted a noisy kiss against his muzzle.

"Happy Valentine's day!" he stepped back, grinning at the befuddled look on Shadow's face--wide eyes, mouth a little agape.

And before Shadow had time to respond, Sonic zoomed away down the hill. His face was burning but he was giggling in delight: mission complete! Now to wait until--

A flash of light blinked in his periphery and Sonic got tackled to the ground. He and his assailant rolled on the ground, down the incline, grass and dirt collecting in their quills.

At the bottom, Shadow pinned Sonic down to the ground. His muzzle was flushed, his brow furrowed, eyes bright and searing. The five or six flowers he'd picked and hastily arranged in a bouquet were tucked between Shadow's quills (for safekeeping?) and still mostly intact.

"Bold move," Shadow said, "Thought you could get away with it?"

"I thought I'd get to run a liiittle farther before you caught up," Sonic laughed, "Maybe find a nice spot for a date."

"Ridiculous."

"So?" Sonic tipped his head back, smirking at his rival, "What's it gonna be?"

"Hmph," and Shadow finally smiled, cradling the back of Sonic's neck, "I would be remiss not to return the gesture."

When Shadow bent down to crash their lips together, he smelled of grass and daisies.

#sonicthehedgehog #Sonadow #SonnyWrites #FanPrompt

In honor of V-day I'm sharing more takeryo I wrote (the title for this one is still a favorite):

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45101146 [🔞❗❗]

#YuGiOhVrains #TakeRyo #nsfw #SonnyWrites

@fanprompt "stir"

Spectre adds some honey to the cup; he stirs the tea a couple time before holding it out to Jin.

"Here."

Jin grunts in thanks as he accepts it. He idly stirs it once, twice himself.

"Did you poison it?"

Spectre smiles at the familiar question, "What do you think?"

"I think," Jin doesn't smile back and stares at the cup as he stirs, stirs, stirs, "I wouldn't have minded if you had."

Carefully, Spectre rests his hand on Jin's and stops his movement. He takes in his profile, the hollow look on his eyes, the dark circles underneath.

"Drink," he says, guiding the cup to Jin's lips, "It's not poison, but it will help you sleep."

A beat, two, then Jin takes his first sip. His hand, freezing, slowly warms up from the heat of the cup and Spectre's palm on top.

"Did you do this for your liege, too?" Jin asks at one point.

"Occasionally," Spectre hums, "Ryoken-sama would often suffer from insomnia or nightmares, as well."

"Huh..."

When he's done drinking, Spectre takes the cup from him and turns towards the kitchen.

"Did you stay with him, too?"

Jin's voice stops him in his tracks. His posture seems more relaxed, hunched down and pulled down by exhaustion, but there's still a taunt thread of tension remaining.

"When we were young, yes," Spectre settles the cup down on the table with a clink. He traces the rim with a finger, "But with time, he would start dismissing me. He wouldn't allow me to remain beside him." No matter how much he longed to comfort him; a wall had been built, and they were merely a leader and his right hand man.

"Then," and finally, Jin glances up at him through his bangs, "Would you stay, if I asked?"

Spectre walks towards him; he grabs the blanket on the back of the couch and unfolds it, watching it flutter before settling it over Jin's shoulders like a cape, reminiscent of his LV avatar.

"If my prince asks," he kneels on the floor in front of him and takes Jin's hand, a devoted knight, "how could I refuse him?"

#YuGiOhVrains #JinSpec #FanPrompt #SonnyWrites

@fanprompt prompt: tongue

Ryoken's staring at him.

"Do I have something on my face?" Takeru arches an eyebrow at him.

"...Your tongue," Ryoken says after a bit, pointing at his own lips, "There's... something..."

"Oh!" Takeru brightens and he sticks out his tongue, wriggling it around. "I got it done not long ago. Cool, huh?"

The tongue piercing was a simple metal stud, glinting in the light.

"It's..." Ryoken's still staring at his mouth. He swallows. "It's certainly interesting."

"Interesting," Takeru snorts, retracting his tongue, "You don't like it?"

"I did not say that," Ryoken hand brushes his mouth in thought, "It must've hurt."

"Oh, yeah. Nothing I couldn't handle," okay he might've been boasting a little.

"Doesn't it feel...odd?"

"Only at first. I got used to it," and then because he has no brain to mouth filter he blurts out, "Wanna feel it?"

A beat passes. Takeru's face grows warm.

"Um, sorry that sounded--" "Yes."

Takeru's mouth snaps shut. Ryoken finally meets his gaze and, oh, his eyes are dark with an emotion Takeru can't place but it makes his insides flutter wildly.

Ryoken reaches out for him and cups his face, "May I?"

In lieu of a response, Takeru parts his lips and sticks out his tongue again, pulse beating erratically.

At first, Ryoken brings his thumb down on the round jewel, just a touch. His nail makes a little clacking sound when it meets the metal.

"It's cold..." He observes and, seemingly spurred on, rubs slow circles around it, brushing the sensitive flesh of Takeru's tongue. It's weird but not unpleasant and Takeru lets out a small noise at the back of his throat.

Ryoken's eyes snap to his. His cheeks are pink, too, highlighting his freckles.

"Did that hurt?"

No, Takeru wants to say, but Ryoken's thumb is still in his mouth, and he has the urge to bite down on it. He doesn't, but he does curl his tongue around it, rubbing the metal stud against the pad of Ryoken's finger; Ryoken's breath hitches and his hand twitches on his cheek, and okay, this has gone beyond simple curiosity (but it's never simple, with them).

Before he can grow even more flustered, Takeru grabs Ryoken's wrist and pulls his hand away. He swallows, hard, and tries not to think of Ryoken's fingers in his mouth; or his tongue, or something else.

"So, uh," his eyes flicker to the side and back, "Thoughts?"

Ryoken hums. He frees his wrist and his thumb brushes the corner of his mouth.

"It suits you, very much," he murmurs, closer, and his lips are curled in a very dangerous smirk. "But I would like a closer look."

#YuGiOhVrains #TakeRyo #Fanprompt #SonnyWrites

@fanprompt “braid”

At some point while idly playing with Towa’s hair, both laying in bed, Taku began to part the strands and twist one over the other. The motion was unpracticed yet familiar and he naturally fell into the rhythm.

Only when he was halfway done, did Towa pipe up.

“You know how to braid hair?”

“…Yeah,” Taku’s movements faltered as he reached the tips of Towa’s hair, smiling to himself. He had nothing to tie it with, “I’d braid my mother’s hair sometimes. It kept her hair out of the way…”

…when she was puking her guts out in the sink or toilet from nearly overdosing again. The nice memories mixed with the grim reminder of those days.

He must’ve trailed off and spaced out for a moment because he jolted lightly when Towa held out a hair tie to him (when had he grabbed one?). Wordessly, he took it from him and tied off the braid.

“Sorry,” he said, suddenly feeling bashful, seeing the end result (braiding hair laying down wasn’t very effective), “It’s not very good.”

“Mnn,” Towa sat slowly, stretching languidly like a cat; he reached out to touch the braid, poking the loose strands, then laid it over his shoulder to admire it. It was hard to tell what he thought looking at his bare back, but then Towa tilted his head towards him, and he was smiling, soft in the first hours of the morning, the first rays of light playing in his profile.

Beautiful and dear.

“So it doesn’t suit me?” A bit of playfulness to his voice.

Taku’s breath released in a gruff laugh along with the tightness in his chest. He sat up and brushed Towa’s cheek with his knuckles.

“I didn’t say that.”

#FanPrompt #SlowDamage #TakuTowa #SonnyWrites

Thought I’d share my SD takutowa drabbles here ! They are in love your honor…  

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44134671/chapters/110979171

#SlowDamage #TakuTowa #SonnyWrites