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I've just finished to read "The house in the cerulean sea" and " Somewhere beyond the sea" by TJ Klune, and...
HOW THE FUCK I'M SUPPOSED TO READ SOMETHING ELSE NOW!
Like... The character, the story, every single line warmed my heart in a way I didn't know it was possible.
Now leave me alone, I need to reread them again.
✨Facts ✨
of course found family is one of my favorite tropes i grew up with NINJAGO
BC i am a SUCKER for found family, ITS WHAT DRIVES ME IN LIFE OKAY 👌
My family life is fine, they have always been there for me and encourage me about my interest in what I like whether it’s fnaf transformers, tmnt but really my family’s always been there for me and I cannot describe how lucky I am to have them. Found family because it reminds me of my friends and family that helped me along the way but also
I BLAME AMPHIBIA & THE OWL HOUSE FOR MAKING MY LOVE THIS FREAKING DYNAMIC
Literally like every time I make an OC and every time watch the show or see a game with all the characters I’m like found family 😂🤣
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHWWWWWWWW I LOVE IT THANK YOU SO MUCH 💖💖💖💖💖
Ok I wanna ask this because I love the way you drew bumblebee, can you please draw Y/N and TFA Optimus, Ratchet, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Prowl, and Sari group hug please ((they are my comfort characters/comfort group) please. Also your art is amazing
I'm bad at draw interactions, but here we go:>
I loved the idea and decided make full art
*cough,cough* by the way, if someone wanna support me, you can, maybe, buy me a coffee *cough*
Thank you, and I hope u like it^^
Merry Christmas 🎄🎁 🥳🎊
Merry Christmas! 🥳🎄🎁 ✨
Hey there, so Thank you so much for the first ask
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💖
And now for part two, bumblebee and sari please (platonic)
TFA Bumblebee
He takes a little while to even notice something is wrong with you. To him, you’ve always been super cool at whatever you do! Doesn’t matter that you’re so ‘different’ than everyone else.
When he does begin to notice, it weighs a little heavy on him. He isn’t really sure how to handle it at all. So… he doesn’t approach the problem directly. Instead, he tries to take your mind off it.
He plays video games with you and plays music to sing and dance along to. He takes you out to hang around and do fun things! It’s a little awkward cause he’s trying to hard to avoid alt modes… but it’s with good intentions! He wants you to recognize that you’re still just as much a friend of his as the others are!
TFA Sari
She has always been absolutely fascinated with you. At first, it was child like curiosity, but when she discovers about her own mechanical parts it’s a companionship.
Still, she does understand how it feels to ‘not belong’. Sari was fully human for so long, just as you had been fully cybertronian. She helps you feel better by relating with you. You two talk and chat and joke about it.
She doesn’t avoid the topic at all. It’s not something to be ashamed of. It’s a part of you and there’s nothing wrong with it.
TFA Optimus, ratchet,bulkhead, prowl, bumblebee and sari with a techno organic reader that reminds them that they are apart of their family no matter what and that they will always be there for them, Basically found family dynamic please. All platonic.🥺🥺🥺 please
Hey!!! Thank you so much for this ask! I will go ahead and tell you I have a four character limit so I’ll just go ahead and do the first four listed. If you would like another, go ahead and send another ask! (I do this because it’s easier to keep my attention if I limit the amount of characters!) that being said, I hope you love this!
TFA Optimus Prime
He was startled when you first met, but that fear doesn’t last long. It was mainly just his own trauma with Elita/Blackaracnia that makes him a bit uneasy. Like I said though, it doesn’t bother him for long.
He wants to always make sure you’re involved with anything they do. Even if it’s just something as simple as taking Sari for a day out.
Whenever you do start to feel left out, he notices. He doesn’t openly bring it up to anyone else, but does sort of point everyone else towards you. He knows his own care can mean a lot, but it’s good to remind the entire group too. Don’t worry though, he does it for everyone, not just you!
When he does catch you alone though, he tends to be a bit awkward. He’s just not the best socially, but it’s obvious he cares. He wants to show he cares. Usually, he’ll ask you to go on a patrol with him or to come help him with something.
TFA Ratchet
You know the exasperated old man groan? The one where they try to pretend to be annoyed? He does that as soon as he realizes you’re feeling down.
He knows he’s not good with words, so he uses his actions more. He’ll wrap an arm around you to tug you into a hug. Gives you head pats (if you’re taller, he’s going to yank you down).
He’ll insist you get a check up too. It’s a chance to be private and finally try and talk. He’s a bit awkward and may be a bit blunt, but he gets his point across. He also doesn’t actually check you much medically, it was just an excuse
He doesn’t really change how you two act much, but does go a bit more out of his way to help you and hang with you
TFA Bulkhead
He isn’t the one who catches on very fast. He might understand that you’re feeling down, but he doesn’t understand why. Bee or Sari is going to have to point out why to him.
He is not shy about showing how much he cares. He’ll spend the whole day with you, doing whatever you like. Go for a long drive? Video games? He’s down!
He’ll tell you everything he thinks is cool about you too, and that list seems endless. He also really likes to point out how cool your alt mode is. You’re not like most other cybertronians, and that’s cool! You’re cool!
If you’re tired after a busy and exciting day with bulkhead, he has no problem letting you hitch a ride in the back of his alt mode. He’ll even play your favorite songs on his radio!
TFA Prowl
He’s the most subtle about it. He simply asks you to go on patrol with him for the day and the two of you sort of just explore the city. He takes time to show you the wonders of both organics and machines.
Anytime you say something nice about one, he mentions that you’re just like that too. Sure, maybe you have bad traits too, but that doesn’t take away the good. Everyone is like that, fully organic or fully mechanical.
Once he feels the point has come across, he decides it’s good to head back to base and relax. He spends the rest of the day with you. He may offer to watch a nature documentary with you or do some training
On the outside, he doesn’t act any different after that day. However, you do start to notice a lot of small things he does. He’s constantly holding out a hand to help you climb or trudge through terrain, or checking on you and making sure you’ve fueled up for the day.
I drew Mic with her Family.
👏 Character development 👏
…All jokes aside, Optimus Prime being so (often unapologetically) deranged, especially when acting in the name of what he thinks is right, made him an interesting take on the character in TFA.
Mic is so fed up with setinal and ultra magnus treating optimus unfairly and she just snaps. And gets all pissed off at them.
@rottinggrl
Mic would never let anyone talk shit About their father figure.
Autobot Family
I DREW THE FAM 💙❤️💚🖤💛🧡💖
I’m so proud of myself it actually came out good!!!
So do Y’all know of the nightmare before Christmas well I made an Oc their name is Mic (self-insert/Oc) they are Jack and Sally’s adopted Daughter, She is a ghost. Inspired by this TNBC headcanons Post
I also made them in Disney mirrorverse
Weapon Soul Robber (Range) 💚Soul Rubber💚 - was inspired by the video game The Nightmare Before Christmas Oggies Revenge. More info here.
Also a little comic
More info about her Coming Soon.
Jack Skellington🖤🤍
Sally Skellington💚🧡
Mic Skellington 💜💖
I DREW THE FAM 💙❤️💚🖤💛🧡💖
I’m so proud of myself it actually came out good!!!
I love these Wholesome Found Family moments so FUCKEN MUCH 💖💖💖
So I was reading a TFA bumblebee x reader fan FIC and let me tell you
IT HAD ME FUCKING SOBBING 😭 ITS TO WHOLESOME AS FUCK. 🥹🥹🥹
Only one problem, THEY DIDNT EVEN MENTIONED SARI, LIKE BRO SHE IS ONE OF THE BEST, MOST IMPORTANT CHARACTERS IN THE SERIES. SARI MY BELOVED.
I’m 🥺💖 @timetravelersdoctor 💙
So I was reading a TFA bumblebee x reader fan FIC and let me tell you
IT HAD ME FUCKING SOBBING 😭 ITS TO WHOLESOME AS FUCK. 🥹🥹🥹
Only one problem, THEY DIDNT EVEN MENTIONED SARI, LIKE BRO SHE IS ONE OF THE BEST, MOST IMPORTANT CHARACTERS IN THE SERIES. SARI MY BELOVED.
This basically tells the story of how Optimus became like a father figure to me and thanks to my brother for getting me attached to transformers 💖
PLEASE I LOVE THIS FATHER DAUGHTER MOMENT WITH MIC (my oc) AND OPTIMUS
To Be a Father
A/N: I am pleasantly surprised at how well this turned out, and I must say I believe it to be one of the best that I’ve written! Hopefully you’ll think the same, haha.
Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. You rock. <3
Title: To Be a Father
Summary: Optimus spends the day with you by the lake.
Words: 3048
It wasn’t often that Optimus Prime got a day off from his duties, but when he did, each time was more likely than not going to be spent with you. In previous years it had proved quite difficult to do so, as you had school to attend and lived with your family in an entirely different state, but as soon as you turned eighteen you took up an apprenticeship at NEST. Your brother, Sam, had also been offered one, but apparently he much preferred the quiet life as opposed to you, who took up the aspiration to somehow be involved in the military as soon as all things Cybertron came to Earth. Of course, Optimus adored the extra time he got to have with you, but he vaulted straight into what Will and Epps had dubbed his ‘Daddy Mode’ any time something even partially dangerous cropped up and completely refused when you asked to join him. You still shivered at how mad he’d been that one time when he’d discovered how you’d sneaked out of the Base to follow him and the other ‘Bots… granted, he’d only discovered you because a Decepticon had somehow managed to slice through your upper arm, and that was most likely the reason why he’d been so mad and refused even more from thereon after… but, still. You’d joined for the whole military experience, and that certainly wasn’t what you were receiving.
It had come as somewhat of a shock at the beginning when Optimus began to act as though he were your father. After all, who could get used to seeing a robot look after a human as though she were his own? Nevertheless, that shock had subsided almost five years ago. Now, it would be a surprise if the alien Commander didn’t treat you as he did. Everyone had accepted it, and it was practically custom at the Base to expect nothing less than Optimus being the one they go to when something concerned you.
He was your guardian, no doubts about it, and neither of you would have it any different.
“I can’t throw this to you!”
Lake Chelan was beautiful on a summer’s day. The cool, blue-grey water glistened in the evening sun, dancing on the the small ripples of waves as they glossed over the surface. The trees surrounding it rustled in the warm breeze, leaves toppling off and floating down to the grassy ground where they lay surrounded by wild flowers and mounds of dew-dropped blades of emerald.
Both you and Optimus had first visited it when exploring the new Headquarter’s surroundings in Washington. Thankfully, it had been winter at the time, so the place had been empty enough that nobody noticed the thirty-two foot alien robot trekking through the trees with a human sitting on his right shoulder, and the two of you had been able to explore as thoroughly as possible. It must have been on the third trip to the lake that you’d stumbled - and quite literally at that. Optimus had tripped over a fallen log and barrelled straight through a rather large canopy of trees and bushes - across what you’d since dubbed your ‘secret hideaway’. It was a beautiful area of the lake which had seemed pretty undisturbed, housing all sorts of creatures that unfortunately ran as soon as Optimus came crashing through their home. It was overgrown, dotted with flowers which were all the colours of the rainbow, right next to the glittering lake, and it was utterly beautiful. Optimus had done his best to arrange all the trees and such back into the places they had previously been so that it would remain a secret to everybody but the both of you, and, so far, even after four or so years, neither of you had encountered anyone else in that part of the lake.
Today was one of those rare days in which the Prime has been given a day off, along with many other men at NEST. It was what the humans called ‘Father’s Day’, and those who had children to return home to had been granted permission to do so. Optimus was no exception. He had bustled you into his truck and sped off towards Lake Chelan with absolutely no sign of hesitation, and the two of you had been there for six hours, now. The sun was beginning to set, casting a magnificent glow over the shining lake and painting a gorgeous canvas of reds and oranges and yellows in the clear sky. He doubted the both of you would get home at all tonight, if your complete lack of boredom had anything to say about it, but he couldn’t admit that he cared that much. He did not mind where he was, as long as he was with you, and you were happy. The moment he returned home, work and his duties would slap him right back in the face.
“Of course you can.”
“No, I can’t. This is Will’s ball, and I’m not gonna return it to him, completely squashed, with a crappy explanation like ‘I threw it to Optimus and he burst it’.” You gave the ‘Bot a look, hugging the blue blow-up ball to your chest, and Optimus chuckled. He was sat on the ground, one leg stretched out in front of him while the other was bent at the knee, and both arms braced on the grass behind him. He was the most relaxed he’d been in quite a while, and most stoic generals who marvelled at the Autobots every time they visited NEST would more than likely feel faint at one sight of the position the stern and battle-ready robot was currently in.
He shook his head. “You over-estimate my strength,” he told you, and you scoffed.
“Nobody can over-estimate your strength.” You turned and threw the ball in the air. “We’ll have to find a bigger ball.”
“One that is not plastic.”
“And one that won’t burst at a slight touch of your finger.”
Optimus smiled. “We best get to searching once we return, then.”
You mirrored his smile, throwing the ball once again. A bird flew over you, followed by a couple of what you supposed to be its babies, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Optimus immediately moved his head, not fancying another case in which birds attempted to nest on him. Waking up with an itching feeling and reaching his hand up only to pull back in surprise when the ruffle of feathers and cacophony of chirping reached his audio receptors was not something he wanted to experience again. You had not stopped laughing for at least half an hour after while he sat, back resting against a tree, arms crossed over his chest and the most ill-tempered look on his face.
You threw the ball up once again and quickly clasped your hands together, bouncing it on your fists when gravity pulled it down. One of those hands immediately came up to clap over your mouth as the ball flew straight towards the Prime and hit him right in the optic. He made a shout of both surprise and discomfort, one of his flapping arms covering where it had hit. “Ow…”
“Optimus, I am soho sorry,” you apologised, though the giggles spilling from your mouth did not aid at all in moving that apology along the right path. “I didn’t- Ihihi didn’t mean to do thahat.”
Optimus grumbled something in Cybertronian under his breath. “When do you ever…” he muttered.
You shrugged. “At least it wasn’t the birds.”
The ‘Bot narrowed his optics and immediately made to leap up after you, causing you to squeal, turn around and dive into the water. Optimus’s mood changed immediately and he frantically shook his head, leaning forward and making a grab for you, but you were already completely submerged. “Those are the only clothes we have with us, Y/N,” he lightly scolded as you reached the surface and gasped for air, hair plastered over your grinning face.
“I don’t care! The water’s warm!”
“That is what you said the last time before you proceeded to come down with the influenza.” He heaved a sigh and leaned back, seeing that there was nothing he could do now. If you suffered through another nasty sickness, then he couldn’t say he hadn’t tried to stop you.
“I’m gonna swim to the other side,” you told him, and he rose an optic ridge.
“Are you, now?”
Biting your lip, you swam up to the edge of the lake and crossed your arms over on the grass, resting your chin on top of them. “Optimus,” you said, gaining a very sweet smile, “can I swim to the other side of the lake? Pretty please?”
The Prime smiled. “Yes, but be careful out there. If you drown, do not expect me to save you.” He winked, cobalt optics twinkling mischievously, and you laughed.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Before the Prime could question what exactly that meant, you were off. He shook his head fondly and gazed out across the lake, marvelling at the mountains in the distance as the slight wind breezed over him. His silent peace was swiftly interrupted, however, as he noticed an incoming call. Frowning, he accepted it quickly. “Optimus Prime,” he said as way of greeting, sitting up.
“Optimus, hi. It’s Ron. Ron Witwicky.” The ‘Bot visibly relaxed at that, having previously been worried that it may have been Ratchet or somebody back at Base, telling him he needed to return due to an emergency.
“Good evening, Mister Witwicky,” he said. “How may I help you?”
“Ah, I was just wondering if Y/N was anywhere nearby? I tried calling her mobile but she won’t answer.” Optimus glanced over at the backpack you’d thrown by a tree a little way off. No doubt your phone had been going off in there for a while, but when you were faced with nature - especially when you were with him - electronics no longer became a thing of existence to you.
“Yes, she is here, though…” He turned his head slightly, noticing how you were still splashing through the water. “I am afraid she is quite far out in the lake as of now.”
He heard Ron chuckle. “At Lake Chelan, are you?”
“We are, yes.”
“Typical. Said she’d ring me this afternoon to wish me a Happy Father’s Day and it’s, what? Six pm, now?” He breathed a laugh, and Optimus could imagine him shaking his head fondly. “That girl, Optimus, I swear to God.”
The Prime smiled. “I apologise on her behalf, Mister Witwicky,” he said. “I shall remind her to call you once she gets back.”
“Yes, you do that, big guy. Tell her her dad’s been spending the day drinking beer and watching her mom’s channels on TV. Make her feel guilty.”
Optimus threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, I will,” he said. “Where’s Sam?”
“With his girlfriend, I expect. He called in this morning, which was great, but it’s pretty tough not having a Father’s Day hug from my little girl for the first time ever.” Ron’s voice drifted off a little, and Optimus nodded to himself, completely understanding. You were, after all, his only daughter and youngest child. To have you living hours away from him must be extremely trying, for both you and your parents - and Sam, at that. Primus knew how difficult it was for him to cope when you had to leave to go back home and he knew that he would not see you for another few months. He could only imagine how your family felt.
“Of course,” he said understandingly, “though she will be visiting fairly soon, remember that. She misses you and her mother, also, as she does Sam. I am sorry it is proving hard for you.”
“Oh, don’t be sorry. She’s eighteen - I sometimes forget that’s how old she is - and she’s gotta go out and make her own way at some point, right? I’m damn happy she has you with her. If she didn’t… let me tell you, Optimus, both Judy and I would be worried sick. But the simple fact that you’re keeping an eye on her means the world to us.”
The Autobot smiled. “I assure you, Mister Witwicky, I am keeping both eyes on her. She is safe, and I’m sure it will give you great relief to know that she is very happy. She gets on tremendously well with the rest of the men, and, as you know, my ‘Bots are every bit as much her protectors as I am.”
“That means a lot, pal, thank you. It really does.”
“Hey, Optimus! There’re fish out here!” The Autobot glanced up as your voice echoed around the lake, and he smiled when he saw you out in the middle, treading water while you spun around, seemingly following the fish beneath you.
“See if you are quick enough to catch one for your dinner!” he called back, and if he was close enough he was positive he would have seen you roll your eyes. He heard chuckling on the other end of the line. “I assume you heard that?” he asked, and Ron’s laughter grew.
“I did, indeed. You wouldn’t think she was eighteen, would you?”
“No. She still has that flare of innocence and complete youthfulness that I remember seeing in her all those years ago.”
It was silent for a moment before the man spoke again. “We did good with her, didn’t we?” he said, and though Optimus sub-consciously frowned for a moment, wondering what he meant by ‘we’, he nodded.
“Yes,” he replied, “I believe we did.”
“You know, this is as much your Father’s Day as it is mine, Optimus.”
Ah. That must have been what he meant. Optics widening the smallest bit, he opened his mouth to speak before shutting it again and waiting a moment. “It… is?”
“Yeah, pal, of course. You’ve known her for as long as she can remember! You’re her guardian, her protector… she considers you her family. Hell, we all do. That kid wouldn’t be half the person she is today without your help, Optimus. You keep her out of trouble, both when she’s with you and when she’s here at home.” He paused for a second. “Do you remember that time she got so moody just because she missed you? She was fourteen, then.”
Optimus’s face softened as he immediately plunged back into some of the sweetest memories of his life. “I do,” he said. “Sam called me up and asked me to talk some sense into her, and I told her not to be upset on my account and to simply think about the fun we would have when she came to visit in the summer.”
“And she cheered right up,” Ron said, smile evident in his voice.
Optimus weakly shrugged. “Patience is not one of her strong suits.”
“Yeah, definitely not,” the man said with a laugh. “Look, what I’m trying to say here is… you are a father to her. Whether you like it or not, whether you meant for it to happen or not, you are, and you’re a pretty amazing one at that. I’m thankful for you, Optimus, really, I am. You’ve shone a light on our girl’s life that I would never have been able to put there alone. You devote a lot of your own life to her, even though you’re busy as hell, you reprimand her, praise her, look after her when she’s sick, teach her what’s right and wrong… sometimes I’m learning from you. You are what it means to be a father.”
Optimus was, quite honestly, a little lost for words. Of course, he had always seen himself as some sort of father-figure to you, but to hear your actual father say it himself meant more to him than he could ever have imagined. He’d always worried about it - about how much time he was spending with you compared to how much you were spending with Ron. Would he ever be jealous? Upset? Angry, even? That someone else had stepped into your life and was now sharing his role as father? He would never wish to take that away from either of you, but to completely give up this role would have been torture for him, so he hadn’t. And yet that thought had always been nagging in the back of his mind. Nevertheless, to hear that your father was, in fact, one hundred percent grateful and, in actuality, relieved for the support in raising you gave peace to his entire being.
A smile spread across his face, and he couldn’t help but sigh in what could only be relief. “I cannot explain in words what that means to me, Mister Witwicky. I hold what you have said very close to my spark, and I can only say that it is my absolute honour to be able to share this with you. I love helping in looking after your daughter, and I love her. More than I will ever be able to say. Thank you.”
“It’s nothing but my pleasure, Optimus, honestly. Who else can say they share fathering duties with an alien robot, huh?”
Optimus chuckled, turning his head to gaze out at the lake yet again and easily catching sight of you continuously diving under the water and resurfacing seconds later, apparently trying your luck at catching a fish. His smile widened. “Not many people, I would assume,” he said.
“She still swimming?”
“Yes, though I can call her back if you wish to speak with her now?”
“Oh, no, no. I want her to spend this day with at least one of her dads. I’ll call her later.”
The Prime nodded. “Alright. It was nice speaking with you.”
“And you. Happy Father’s Day, Optimus.”
Looking back across the lake once more, Optimus was surprised, to say the least, when he saw you splashing around in the water, a fish struggling in your hands. He rose an optic ridge, lost for words for a brief moment, before he blinked and shook his head, breathing a soft laugh.
Ah, the joys of fatherhood.
“Happy Father’s Day, Ron.”
Mic gazed upon her friends getting hurt. ‘Fucken, be useful and DO SOMETHING ANYTHING to help. I can’t lose you guys your my family’. "Mic, Go and take Sari. Get out of here." Mic gazed at the battered leader. "Mic---". "No! Earth is my home. AND I REFUSE TO LOSE YOU GUYS, YOU’R MY FAMILY! " Mic glared at Megatron the Deceptions leader. She grabbed a nearby metal pipe and ran past a surprised Autobot team. "LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE YOU FUCKEN METAL-MOUTH B*TCH!!” Mic Roared.
Mic awoke with everyone hovering over her, she was surprised to see that Sari was hugging them. "Hey Buddy, it takes a lot more than dick-head deceptions to kill me, I’m always gonna be here for you guys, so no need crying." Sari pulled from the hug and wiped tears from her eyes. "You scared us!" Bumblebee shouted. "You okay?" Bulkhead asked. "I'm fine. I think.” “Optimus--” “Do you have any idea how much you scared us? You could've been killed!" The Prime scolded. "Optimus, I'm a lot stronger than you all think, Their is more to me than meets the eye.” (I’m sorry I just really wanted to add this in >:) because I thought it was cool) "I know but, Mic." Optimus knelt down at her level and pulled her into a hug, "Don’t you know how much you mean to us, to this family. Losing you just hurts to much to think about.”
Inspired by @voidsweets 👽💚🏳️🌈
The group of mechs weren't sure why Sari seemed to like Mic so much.
"Well yeah, they're really super cool. They don't treat me like a child and baby talk me, and get this, they actually make learning fun! With every other sitter, they'd just force me to sit down and listen to tutor bot drone on for forever. Not only that, but they'd either be over my shoulder like a doting parent who doesn't know anything about personal space, or they'd be on their phone with their friends like I don't even exist! But with Mic, they actually try to help me with my learning and don't get mad or push me really hard if I don't understand something. They make my lessons into a really fun game or competition. Like there's this one quiz game we used called Kahoot and it's so much fun!!" At this point, Sari had her friends smiling. Hearing her explanation as to why she enjoyed your company brought them their own happiness. Noticing Sari had suddenly gotten kind of quiet though, the bot's looked back to their friend to see her looking at the floor with a small frown. They were about to ask what was wrong, feeling like the positive flow was about to vanish and they were really going to hear what you were like, and it wouldn't be good.
"I. . .", Sari started before taking in a breath," I really like them, because they're nice to me. They don't treat me like how I told you my other sitters did. Mic's not constantly hovering over my shoulder, or acting like I'm just some kind of pet that needs to be checked on every once and a while. They've been very kind to me, and listen to me. They take what I feel into consideration instead of just brushing me off, because 'I'm a kid and I don't know how I feel.'. They. . .they treat me like a younger sister and it makes me so happy. I've always wanted a sibling, and Mic's just that."
Sari's best friend's could not have been happier to have heard this instead of what they feared to hear before. You sounded like a very good person to them, and the bot's were so glad that you could be patient with their young friend and actually care about her instead of seeing her as just a mere child. The girl was a good kid with a big heart, and while she could be very stubborn at times, the Autobot's deeply cared for as well. They were immensely happy that she had found someone else who could be just as close, if not closer to her besides them.
“You know Bee~,” Sari drawled out, catching everyone's attention as she wiggled her brows at said bot. "They're single~"
“S-Sari!!”
The young girl burst into a fit of laughter at the yellow boys flustered expression, Optimus and Bulkhead joining her while Ratchet only shook his head, and Prowl continued to smile at her mischief.
Inspired by @imababblekat 💙🦋
Me to Marcy me too.
•💖Found Family💖•
Comfort Characters (Found Family)
Transformers Animated Family
Optimus Prime💙, Ratchet❤️, Prowl🖤, Bulkhead💚, Bumblebee💛, Sari🧡, and Mic💖
Found family my Beloved 💖
💙🤖🔑 Found Family! 🔑🤖💙
Family Comes in All Shapes and Sizes
July 15: Meeting a new member of the family | wire
Billy shifts on his feet, uneasy and nervous.
“Are you sure they’re gonna like me?” Billy asks Danny as he fixes his shirt for the nth time.
Danny just rolls his eyes with a smile, elbowing Billy lightly.
“Don’t worry so much! They’ve been bugging me to meet you since I told them about you,” Danny replies soothingly.
Billy can’t help but let out an uneasy breath, shaking his hands out to try and rid himself of some of the nerves. It helps, but only slightly. He really does want to make a good first impression on Danny’s family.
“Okay, okay let’s meet them before I get so nervous I change my mind,” Billy states, reaching out to grip Danny’s hand tightly in his own.
Danny offers a soothing smile as he squeezes Billy’s hand gently, offering some comfort. Then, he reaches his other hand out, curling his fingers as nails extend from the tips. In one motion, he swings his hand in the air, a portal opening in front of them.
Billy gets tugged through before he can think too much about the fear and anxiety of entering a portal that leads to someplace he’s never been before.
The first sensation he feels is cold, freezing cold. Followed by warmth as a heavy coat is placed over his shoulders.
“I told you it was going to be cold,” Danny huffs good-naturedly, apparently not feeling the chill in his ghost form.
“How was I supposed to know you meant freezing and not just chilly,” Billy pouts.
Danny raises an eyebrow as he smirks slightly.
“Maybe because I told you multiple times that’s what I meant?”
Billy huffs and shoves Danny good-naturedly.
“Great One!” a voice booms before a white furred being envelopes Danny into a hug.
Billy’s eyes widens as he looks up at the being. They have two icicles for horns atop their head, blue and gold clothing and accessories adorning their body, and an ice left arm with the bones visible. Not to mention the fact that they are giant. So much taller than anyone Billy’s ever encountered … well, maybe not bigger than Darkseid, but it’s close.
“Hi Frostbite,” Danny squeaks out, voice strained from the force of the hug.
“It’s good to see you again!” Frostbite booms, finally releasing Danny.
“Good to see you too,” Danny says honestly, stretching slightly.
“And who is this?” Frostbite asks, purple eyes turning towards Billy.
Billy gulps nervously under the gaze of the yeti, resisting the urge to transform into Captain Marvel. He’s fine. This is Danny’s family. He’s fine.
“This is who I was telling you about!” Danny answers excitedly, flying over to hover next to Billy. “Frostbite, meet Billy. Billy, meet Frostbite.”
Frostbite grins and extends a hand. Billy cautiously takes it, watching how the other’s hand envelopes his own completely.
“Wonderful to meet another member of Danny’s family!” Frostbite booms, shaking Billy’s hand gently yet excitedly.
“Nice to meet you too,” Billy agrees, feeling a little light at being referred to as family.
Frostbite smiles wide and releases Billy’s hand.
“Shall we?” Frostbite asks before turning around and beginning to walk.
“Where are we going?” Billy whispers to Danny.
“To meet everyone else!” Danny answers, grinning.
“Everyone else?” Billy asks nervously, eyes wide.
Danny laughs and nods.
“You didn’t think Frostbite was it, did you?”
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Billy feels like his head is spinning from how many yeti’s he’s been introduced to. First there was Frostbite’s husband, Hailwind, then Frostbite’s siblings, Glacierwalk and Snowfall. And that was just Frostbite’s immediate family!
There are the other yeti’s in the village, most of whom Billy forgets the names of. All with different names and different occupations. There’s also an elderly couple that helps look after all the Frostlings.
His head feels like it’s spinning as he shakes hands and smiles, says hello and gets handed food. His head gets pat a lot, every Yeti smiling at him widely.
Consistently, they’re all so nice to him. Tell him they’re so happy to meet him. Grateful Danny has found family in such a kind young man.
Billy feels … shy. Undeserving. Danny’s family is so kind and nice. Billy’s just … Billy. He hasn’t earned any of the great things he’s been gifted, he just does his best to do what he can with what he’s been given.
“You okay?” Danny whispers to Billy when he gets a moment to breathe.
“I’m okay,” Billy assures, slightly breathless. “Just a tad … overwhelmed? You have so many people who love you.”
Danny smiles softly as he looks out at the crowd of Yeti’s mingling.
“Yeah, I’m really lucky to have all of you,” Danny says softly.
Billy doesn’t say anything. But he’s thinking about how lucky Billy is to have Danny, not the other way around.
Danny pulls Billy into a side hug.
“If you need to leave, we can,” Danny offers.
Billy smiles kindly, warmth filling him. He’s glad to have someone like Danny who’s looking out for him.
“It’s fine, go enjoy the party. I’ll be back out mingling in a minute,” Billy assures.
Danny grins and gives a mock salute before flying back out to join everyone.
“We’re really lucky to have someone like you watching out for Danny,” a voice says.
Billy jumps slightly, turning to see it’s the leaner Yeti he met earlier. What was his name? Hailwind, wasn’t it?
“It’s the other way around, really,” Billy responds softly. “Danny has so many people who care about him. I’m so grateful I’m considered one of those people.”
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Hailwind replies, smiling. “Danny might have a lot of family, but he’s not as open as he projects that he is. Everyone in his life means a lot to him.”
Billy feels himself flush slightly.
“Well, I’m glad that Danny considers me part of his family,” Billy admits shyly. “I think we’re just as lucky to have him in our lives as he thinks he is to have us.”
Hailwind chuckles and nods in response, a smile growing on his face.
“Yes, I think you’re right.”
Together, they watch the party in front of them, joy in the air.
saving for when ao3 returns.
"If it helps, one of the many scenarios my brain likes to twist around is imagining Sonic's perspective of No Cracks In A Closed Loop (and I adore Tails getting to be a badass and pulling off the impossible, too- my brain just likes to spin on the angst sometimes)" - @manynerdthings
A/N: So I was inspired...
I think it's safe to say this helped a lot xD Thank you, manynerdthings!
This is a continuation of my fic "No Cracks in a Closed Loop"
No Cracks in a Closed Loop — Sonic's Side
"Sonic."
That single word—no, just the voice alone—was enough to cut through the adrenaline rush as pure chaos energy sang through his veins and ignited every nerve with its spark. In a flash of light and sound, Super Sonic punched a hole through the Starfall-titan-wanna-be by using his own body as a projectile. A cocky grin cut across his muzzle as it wobbled in place, setting its sights on him instead of the city it had been about to level; its laser cannons aimed directly at the fault line.
This fight wouldn't last twenty seconds. They'd already won.
"What's up, partner?" Sonic said into the comm as he shot skyward.
The streak of gold drew the mech's cannon higher, until it cleared the tips of skyscrapers and nearby mountaintops by the time it shot at him. The laser's heat didn't even singe his fur, firing at full power into the stratosphere instead of drilling deep into the crust of the planet. It zinged past the satellite Tails was communicating from, but Super Sonic's gaze didn't linger on it for more than half a second—already more than certain it was out of the laser's range. Speeding through the air, he whirled around towards the mech for his next move. He was going to cyloop Eggman's newest addition to his junk pile right off its feet.
Swerving down in a sharp arc, Super Sonic avoided the next blast while he swung around to try and circle it. It's clawed hand swiped at him before he could complete his first circuit. He shot straight up before it could catch him, homing attacking it in the face instead.
The comm was still quiet. Tails must've swapped to their own channel. Super Sonic flew backwards, putting both the titan and the distant satellite in his line of sight. Whatever he had to say, he didn't want anyone else to hear it.
Super Sonic's brow furrowed as a barrage of bullets opened up on him. He weaved between the hundreds of projectiles glinting dangerously in the sunlight, but his chaos energy and speed worked in tandem, as fluidly as a dance, while he searched for another opening to try the cyloop again.
He could beat this thing without it, sure, but it was the fastest way to take it down.
"Tails? Still with me, bud?" Super or not, Sonic still spared a second to check in, static ringing in his ears as he burst through the center of the mech's chest plate for a shortcut.
"I'm here," Tails answered, but his voice sounded faint, like the feedback was drowning him out. "Sorry, I…" Super Sonic started his cyloop. "I just wanted to—" He was halfway around. "I'm sorry—"
Sonic closed the loop. A burst of chaos energy swelled up with a deafening boom. The air rippled with the force of it in great gusts of wind that rocked the trees and the grass of the nearby hills. Waves rose up in the bay, their white caps scraping the bottom of the golden bridge that marked the edge of the sea. The fake titan lifted into the air, sparks crackling off its metal casing as its system overloaded. Super Sonic didn't give it a second to recalibrate itself.
Faster than anyone could see, he smashed into it on all sides. A tiny mote of golden light against the towering behemoth, but it struck every weak point, fried every circuit, as the chaos energy pressed in on it from the outside. Metal crunched and caved it on itself, contorting into a twisted configuration until it no longer resembled a machine.
A cheap imitation of the ancients' attempts to defend themselves, designed only to destroy instead of protect.
Super Sonic grabbed onto mech's arm—or maybe its leg, it was hard to tell at this point—as the cyloop's effect faded, catching it before it crushed Westopolis. He swung it around and around, gritting his teeth as he built up momentum and set his sights on the ocean out ahead of them. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
Super Sonic let go.
The mech's remains were flung through the air, over the coastline and beyond the bridge that cut off the bay from the sea. It crashed into the water, the ocean spray shooting up into the air in a tower of mist once it hit the surface. The waves rolled aggressively towards the coastline, but ultimately broke apart in the bay before they could do too much damage. Some millionaires might have to replace a yacht or two, but that wasn't Sonic's problem.
As he dusted his hands off, he could finally acknowledge the warning bells Tails's last words to him had set off. "Hey, what was that, bud? I didn't catch—"
Super Sonic turned towards the satellite, addressing it like he would Tails, but it was gone. Instead a cloud of smoke filled the space where the satellite had been not ten seconds ago. Metal shards and fire rained upon the bay. Everything in pieces. Everything gone.
His comm was in chaos. Unintelligible voices shouted over one another in a cacophony of white noise that was already fighting a losing battle to the ringing in his ears. But he still noticed one voice was missing. He couldn't hear it.
He hadn't heard any of it.
Over the sonic boom of his cyloop and the screeching of metal as he demolished the titan, Sonic hadn't heard the satellite explode.
The satellite his little brother was on.
He'd been trying to tell him something.
He'd been trying to tell him something before a satellite exploded with him on it.
"I'm sorry."
Tails.
Super Sonic shot off like a bullet, speeding towards the black cloud of smoke and smoldering debris like there was even a chance—
No. There had to be a chance—
"I just wanted to—I'm sorry—"
Why? What happened? What did you do, Tails?
He hadn't even properly seen him off before he left. Tails had been trying to hack into Eggman's satellite remotely while Sonic was out chasing after the faux titans. He told them all about his plan to board the satellite and everyone agreed it sounded like the right call, so long as he could do it quickly. They needed to disrupt the signal, after all, and Tails was their best shot.
That was what he'd said, wasn't it? "You're our best shot, Tails. I believe in you, partner."
Their best shot, but not the only one. Not if it meant this.
Nothing was worth this.
Sonic didn't need to breathe while super, but his lungs still burned twin holes in his chest as his own nervous system caught fire. Golden sparks flicked off his quills as he raced through the air. Fiery eyes frantically scanned each scrap of metal that fell, but they must've already been irritated from the smoke because they burned and blurred with the rest of the world around him—
"—onic, wait! Come back! Sonic!"
One voice.
Super Sonic stopped. He stopped so fast and so suddenly, it felt like his own soul completely missed the memo. Like everything inside him continued to hightails it towards where Tails had been without him, leaving him empty. Hollow. Cold.
A vacuous space in the center of himself where there'd once been something.
The chaos energy inside him didn't know what to do with that.
With so much… nothing.
Stunned, he could only float in place for a stupid second until he remembered he'd stopped for a reason. With a sharp turn, his stare locked onto a splash of orange amidst the blotchy colors of the rest of the world bleeding into one another. Like he was still moving too fast to see clearly. Like he couldn't catch up to himself.
"Sonic…" Tails's voice broke like it had on the comm, but it wasn't with pain guilt fear regret static.
Vision clearing, Sonic could see him now. At the edge of one of the hills overlooking Westopolis and the bay. Tails just rubbed at his nose with a sheepish sort of grin, like the explosion was a minor miscalculation. A hiccup. My bad, he could hear him saying, like he was standing in the middle of his workshop, covered in soot and singed fur, one hand on his hip and a fire extinguisher at his feet.
Like he was fine.
Like he hadn't been incinerated in the fiery inferno smoldering above them.
Tails lowered his hand, eyes shining as they looked up at him, reflecting the very sky Super Sonic was caught in as the satellite's remains fell all around him. He'd been on that satellite. Just seconds ago, Sonic had been so sure of it.
He'd been so sure he'd lost him…
Then Tails opened his arms to him and laughed.
All at once Sonic crashed back into himself, chest heaving with a sharp inhale as his heart lurched forward.
Faster than a blink, Super Sonic barrelled into Tails and sent them toppling down the hillside. They smacked hard against the ground, but Sonic took the brunt of the fall even with the world spinning around them. His arms encircled Tails tightly, one hand protecting the back of his head while the other braced the small of his back as they tumbled and whooped like a pair of idiots. Pure joy radiated through him, burning brighter than the chaos energy coursing through his quills. It knocked the emeralds right out of him. The seven gems fell into the grass around them as the two mobians eventually rolled to a stop.
Sonic clutched Tails to him, shaking with breathless laughter as he felt his little brother hug him back just as tightly. "I'm here," Tails was saying, and it took a minute to realize he'd been repeating the words while Sonic's hands were trembling. "I'm here. It's okay, big bro. I'm here. I’m here."
"And you say I'm the one that's gonna give you a heart attack," Sonic wheezed, not bothering to give himself room to breathe if it meant letting go for even a second.
"Can't let you have all the fun." Tails smoothed his hands over Sonic's spines to try and settle him, his touch purposeful and grounding. "Deep breaths, big bro. You're gonna pass out."
"Nuh-uh," he argued, but filled his lungs with his next inhale anyway, then let all the air ease out of him.
"That's it. There ya go," Tails encouraged, but Sonic couldn't help his snort of indignation at being coddled and pushed away from him.
Except Tails just tightened his grip; fingers curling in his fur like they'd be forced apart if he didn't. He hid his face in the crook of Sonic's neck, his breaths coming only a little too fast. But his hands were shaking, too, and his twin tails wound around them both as if they were enough to protect them from the next threat.
Sonic didn't pull away. He just sat back, the eleven-year-old practically in his lap, and rested his hand atop Tails's head.
"Gave me a real scare there, pal," he said, voice low and gentle as he smoothed out his fur, picking at the grass and brambles they were both covered in.
"…Scared me, too."
Sonic's heart clenched, the open admission like a bludgeon to his protective instincts, even if his pride assured him Tails could handle it. After all, the proof had all but climbed into his lap. But now that he was looking at him—really looking at him—he could see his fur was mussed up from more than just a tumble at supersonic speed. A streak of blood stained his fur on his shoulder and there was a lump near the center of his back that filled Sonic with an angry fire hot enough to burn through the atmosphere when he so much as brushed against it with his fingers.
Tails didn't flinch when he grazed it, but his muscles gave an involuntary spasm that rippled beneath his fur and his hold on Sonic tightened. It was enough to quell the roiling rage to a simmer. Something he could stick a lid on without worrying it would boil over if left unchecked. It wasn't what Tails needed from him right now.
But Sonic still wanted some answers.
"What happened up there?" he asked.
Tails shook his head. "Just a bit of a closer call than I thought it'd be. But I'll be okay. I am okay."
Sonic instinctively bristled, prepared to be shut out of whatever it was he'd gone through. "Tails—"
"I'll tell you someday," he promised, pressing his paw over Sonic's heart. "I mean it. But right now we've got a lot of Eggman's mess to clean up. There's still six other titans out there and I'm sure everyone else is worried."
Sonic sighed, as exasperated as he could manage when he was still just glad this kid was alive. "Gonna hold you to that," he threatened, ruffling his fur to muss it up on purpose. "You owe me. Nearly shocked the Chaos Emeralds right outta my system."
"Says Mr. Guy-Who-Loves-Adventure," Tails teased as he pushed himself up to stand. "You should be used to it by now."
Sonic snorted when he was offered a hand up, but he took it nonetheless. "When I go gray early, I'll know exactly who to blame."
"Don't worry. I'll help you dye your quills, old man," Tails snickered, but it broke off with a wince as a sharp twinge ran through his back.
Sonic was quick to lay a supportive hand at his hip to steady him. "Look who's talking. At this rate, you're gonna be right there with me setting the record for the world's youngest old timers."
Tails sent him a look, but accepted the help nonetheless as he leaned his weight against him. "Did you really have to knock us all the way down the hill like that?"
"Heh. Well, in my defense, wasn't exactly thinking straight." Sonic scratched at his nose, giving him a not-so-subtle onceover. "Didn't bang ya up too bad, did I?"
"Nah. I'll bounce back," Tails assured him, giving him a pat on the back.
"You always do," Sonic agreed warmly as they took a few steps in tandem so they could start collecting the Chaos Emeralds on their way back up the hill while Tails alerted everyone to their status on his comm and checked in on everyone else as well.
Sonic just listened, taking in the rise and fall of his voice, his steady assurances and sighs of relief to hear that the world hadn't fallen apart in his absence. Even if it very nearly did. As far as Sonic was concerned, anyway.
But he was okay now. That was what mattered. And whatever it was that happened on that satellite—whatever reason Tails had for calling him seconds before disaster—he would trust that his little brother would come to him when he was ready. Because he'd be there for him. No matter what.
Keeping his arm looped around Tails’s waist even after they made it back up the hill, Sonic looked up at the smoke still fading from the sky. He tightened his hold on him. It felt like another lifetime, like another him had first seen the explosion and feared the worst. Tails followed his gaze, quiet again with all the calls taken care of and winded from the uphill climb. Through his labored breaths, there was the slightest tremor that traveled from his chest to where he stood pressed against his brother.
"…Scared me, too."
"Hey, whatever happened up there," Sonic broke the silence, his voice drawing Tails back down beside him. "Whatever you did, I'll bet it was seriously way past cool." He glanced over at him, waiting to catch his eye before giving him a wink.
All too easily, Tails grinned up at him, the shape of his smile the spitting image of his brother's. "Way past is definitely one way to put it."
———
Five years later…
———
"You've been quiet all day, partner. Something going on in that big brain of yours?"
Everyone else had split off for the night. Team Dark vanished sometime after lunch, after Rouge once again tricked Shadow into accompanying her, and Team Chaotix had an appointment for their next case. Amy took Cream back home to Vanilla while Tangle and Whisper left to help Jewel out with some Restoration business.
Which left just Sonic and Tails lounging on the couch; the former picking up where Vector had left off in the game he'd been playing, tapping away at the controller while the latter watched.
Tails hummed in acknowledgement, so Sonic let him have a minute of quiet to collect his thoughts. He picked at one of Whisper's cinnamon muffins, crumbs scattering across the coffee table, but he didn't eat any of it. He hadn't had much of an appetite since slinking out of his lab earlier that afternoon.
It probably had something to do with the quiet and the way he'd been kinda clingy. Sonic had planned on going for a run as soon as Tails retreated back to his lab to tinker with whatever gadgets he had tucked away back there, but he seemed pretty content to stay curled up on the couch beside him. Still, Sonic could adapt. He kicked his feet up onto the coffee table and slumped back into the cushions as he wandered aimlessly around in a game he couldn't remember owning.
"Do you remember that time you went up against Eggman's seven fake titans?"
Sonic let out a low whistle. "Boy, is that a blast from the past. What about it?"
When Tails didn't immediately continue, Sonic pressed the pause button, then shifted against the cushion to sit up and face his not-so-little-anymore bro. The sixteen-year-old fox tore his gaze from the screen to watch him instead, eyes bright from television's glow. Looking at him like that, for a split second, Sonic could still see the insecure, little fox kit he used to be in the way his shoulders hunched up as if to make himself smaller. To take up less space in the world.
Sonic draped one arm along the back of the couch, leaving space for him to lean into if he wanted it. No matter how big he got, there'd always be space for him.
Tails scooted closer and rested his head against Sonic's arm. "I needed to disrupt the satellite signal powering the Chaos Emerald vaults, but Eggman locked me out of the remote connection so I had to access it directly—"
"On the actual satellite," Sonic interjected, fingers drumming against the back of the couch. "I remember."
Tails released a long exhale. "Well, he set a trap. A way to slow me down so I wouldn't be able to unlock the emeralds for you in time. The same code that would disrupt the satellite's signal would also cause it to self-destruct. Eggman banked on me having enough self-preservation that I wouldn't engage it without trying to disable that function first."
"But you set it off anyway."
"I set it off anyway," Tails confirmed with a decisive nod. "It was the outcome with the highest percentage of saving people. The fastest way to help you guys. I thought I could get out in time. I should've gotten out in time," his voice lowered, eyes distant as if he was reliving the moment right there on their couch. "But I couldn't. Not on my own. I needed… help."
Sonic tried to follow him there, even if he didn't much like to relive that day in his waking hours. "So you called me."
"Not… exactly." Tails sat up straighter so he could look him in the eye. "I knew you'd come get me if I asked, but then countless lives would've been lost if the titans had gone on unchecked, even if just for a couple of seconds. Sometimes that's all it takes…" Tails's fist clenched as he dropped his hardened gaze to his lap. "I made the call to initiate the self-destruct in order to save people. I couldn't take that back. I couldn't take you away from them. Not again."
A younger Sonic would've snapped at him—would've argued over the value of his life with him until he wasn't the only one blue in the face. But at twenty-three, Sonic had fought more of these battles than he cared to count and never once walked away a winner. So he sat back, held his tongue, and let Tails explain himself.
"I called you to say goodbye," his voice lowered to a whisper, "I wanted to give you that, at least.”
He'd had a feeling. It wasn't one he dwelled on freely, but sometimes the thought wandered in uninvited. Moreso during the first couple of months after the incident, when everything was still fresh and closer to their present.
Before Sonic could respond, Tails pressed forward. "But then an older version of myself traveled through time with two Chaos Emeralds to save me. He said it was the only way. Because at the time, only the two of us knew what transpired on the satellite. We created a temporal paradox, a loop without a proper origin, but as long as it was contained between the two versions of me, nothing could disrupt it. That's why I couldn't tell you before. I wasn't sure… I didn't know if the future version of myself had told you what happened and if that would open up possibilities in the time stream that would botch the encounter entirely." Tails lifted his gaze to seek out Sonic's again, and he could see the eleven-year-old sitting in front of him like it was that very same day. "I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you."
"Nothing to apologize for, bud. I get it. I wouldn't want to mess up the time stream for that particular moment either." Sonic shifted the arm draped along the couch so he could cup the back of Tails's head, idly ruffling the fur there. "But if you're telling me all this now…" he drawled, moving to scritch behind Tails's ear. "Charmy wasn't the one who swiped Shadow's Chaos Emerald earlier, was he?"
Tails shrugged, muzzle quirking up on one side. "When he showed up with it today, I just had this feeling that it was time to make my move…" Tails explained. "I've been feeling it for a couple weeks now, to be honest. I had all the equipment I'd had on me that day and I looked close enough to how I remembered. I knew I probably had to go back soon. Just needed everything to align so no one would interfere. Today seemed good…"
Sonic tilted his head as Tails trailed off, his eyes still a little distant. "Well, you made it back in one piece, didn't you? Mission accomplished."
"Yeah. Mission accomplished," he echoed, but whatever was on his mind continued to fester. "I thought I made a mistake."
"Hm?"
"There were only three seconds left," Tails whispered. "I thought I messed it all up. I thought I killed us both—"
"You—"
"I was so sure it would work because it already had, but there was still the possibility I could've gotten it wrong. I could've caused a split in our realities. Created two timelines where I ceased to exist, except in this one no one would've known what happened to me and two of the Chaos Emeralds would be lost to time. How would any of you have known where to look?" Tails rambled, pressing his hands over his face. "I estimated the time of day with a standard deviation of a couple of seconds, but those seconds could've been what killed us—"
"Hey, hey, hey," Sonic hushed, shifting to wrap both arms around his little brother as he slumped against him. "You didn't. You're here. You're right here with me, see?" He gave him a firm squeeze, smile tugging at his muzzle as Tails hugged him back tightly. "Atta boy."
"Stupid…" he mumbled into Sonic's shoulder. "Why does this still work so well?"
"Heh. What're big brothers for?" Sonic huffed out a chuckle. "Listen, you can't live a life of what-ifs, bud. It'll drive you outta your mind. I should know. And I know you know that, too." He felt Tails's nod against his cheek. "You did exactly what you set out to do. And heck, you used the Chaos Emeralds to travel through time! When did you learn how to do that, huh? Holding out on your big bro?"
Tails snorted, but it got him to relax enough to pull back. "Figured if I could use Chaos Control, time travel was just an added boost. Like adding a supercharger to the Tornado's engine."
"Tch. You figured." Sonic rolled his eyes, but the warmth in them was nothing but fond. "Give yourself a little more credit. You did something incredible today, Tails. You defied time and space to save yourself. And not only that, you gave yourself a future to look forward to. Because who wouldn't want to turn out to be like you?"
It was Tails's turn to roll his eyes, though it was his own chuckle that betrayed him. "That's what I told me."
"And wiser words were never spoken," Sonic assured him as he gave his knee a firm pat.
"I dunno. Could make a case for the consequences of rewriting timelines and creating unsustainable permutations of past and future events." Tails grinned.
"Now you’re just being smart," Sonic snorted.
"Well, I am a genius." Tails bumped his shoulder to Sonics. "But I also learned from the best. Even eleven-year-old me picked up on that."
"Well, he's a genius, too. He knows what's up." Sonic slung his arm around Tails’s shoulder, this time his turn to watch as his brother picked up the video game controller to continue where Sonic left off.
He let him, taking his turn to be content as he watched Tails figure out the game faster than he did and go farther than Sonic could. They said nothing for a few minutes, Tails working out the rest of his pent up feelings through the game while Sonic quietly processed what he'd just been told. He wasn't a stranger to time travel, not by a long shot, but even so, it wasn't what he thought the answer to that day had been. As much faith he had in his best friend, his self-sacrificial tendencies were something he couldn't help but take notice of. After all, he'd learned from the best, hadn't he?
But it wasn't with bitterness or disdain when he set his gaze on the teen beside him. That wasn't possible; not when he saw every age at once. Not when he was in absolute awe of how far his kid had come.
"Tails."
"Sonic," Tails answered instinctively, matching his tone with the hint of a crooked smile.
"Thanks for saving him."
Tails blinked and paused the game so he could look at Sonic. In the light from the television screen, green eyes glimmered with a depth that took him back to a younger version of his big bro, who was trying to do everything in his power to be there for him. Because he wanted to be. Because he needed to be.
One tail curled around Sonic's back and draped over his lap, giving back the same reassurance he always gave so freely.
"Anytime, big bro."
Some Collector and Amity siblings stuff :)
I like to imagine them going to her with their nightmares, asking her to read them stories, only to fall asleep on her shoulder
I also like to imagine them getting jealous of Luz like King got jealous of Amity 'what!? no collector hug?? I demand to be held' and then they get hugged from three directions by Amity, Luz, and King
'Looks like we're going to be siblings in law, king!' And they get to be flower star person with King (at Luz and Amity's not white wedding but they agreed it was so cute when they both insisted that they just let them)
The Collector just stayed in their usual clothes, and King wore his armour of intimidation and they spent the whole day randomly showering people with little stars with focus on lumity
Also Amity letting them bash their old siblings, and being there for them when they're sad about what they lost and who lied to them.
'I just- wish you'd been my sibling the whole time.'
'Me too. Those archivist people SUCK.'
'YEAH! They didn't even try to find me when I got trapped. They just decided it was good riddance and were disappointed when I came back last week...'
'Excuse me, WHAT. Collector, please stay away from them- if they're going to lure you into a place where you could be in such danger on purpose, then completely ignore you when you get trapped instead of taking your tablet to titans blood to free you or at least bringing you to the stars to keep you company, I dread to imagine what else they'd do to you. I don't want anyone else to hurt you like Belos and the archivists have. You're a good kid, you deserve way better.'
Cue The Collector breaking down in tears in Amity's arms
And also being there for them when they're feeling guilty over their pre-Luz actions, and she can just be like 'same little dude, same' and recount stories of the things she'd done under her parents' control
'Can I make my own book of friendship?'
'Of course, Collector'
Amity reading Otabin to The Collector would be so cute - I think they'd love it, especially having a bedtime story that isn't that malicious pile of stone slabs they have
Spoilers for watching and dreaming below - the scribbles in the photos King's looking at
Just a huddle of weirdos helping the resident god make a book of friendship
'Can I make my own book of friendship?'
'Of course, Collector'
Amity reading Otabin to The Collector would be so cute - I think they'd love it, especially having a bedtime story that isn't that malicious pile of stone slabs they have
Spoilers for watching and dreaming below - the scribbles in the photos King's looking at
Just a huddle of weirdos helping the resident god make a book of friendship
I don't really know what to say, I just wanted to honour the amount of love our little Collector must have to be able to abandon their entire family and befriend their hereditary enemy just because they didn't like the violence their predecessors inflicted on others
Compared to the atrocities he must've seen them do, his antics seem like harmless fun to him- hence why he could tell his family were hurting others, but he can't tell that he's hurting others, too