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The Snapcube fandub jumps around in my head like a bouncy ball
OMGOSHHH MY FIRST FANART OF MY FIC PROJECT SONADOW
The colours, the expression on Sonic's face AND THE BABY I LOVE IT SO MUCH<3333 Giving plenty and plenty love to this incredible artist and if you can support them too (✿◡‿◡)
Artist: rinz0
Soooo..I made a fic about the origin of my sonadow kiddies..yes corny but effective title (●'◡'●)
This art i made here..maybe dream..maybe real who knows...
Small of Body; Brave of Heart
Day 4: Protector
Summary: During what seemed like an easy case, things escalate, and Charmy finds himself as the last member of Team Chaotix standing. With his teammates taken hostage and himself being severely outnumbered, it's up to Charmy to complete the case and get his family back.
This was supposed to be a simple one-shot, but it turned into a three-chapter fic so fast. I like it though!
you ever get so drunk that you end up plotting out a 6+ season story arc for a “How I Met Your Mother” style sitcom starring Sonic the Hedgehog characters?
Because I’ve done it twice now and I’m starting to wonder if the universe is trying to tell me something…
Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Charmy Bee & Espio the Chameleon & Vector the Crocodile Characters: Espio the Chameleon, Vector the Crocodile, Charmy Bee Additional Tags: Post-Comic Arc: Metal Virus (Sonic the Hedgehog), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Espio the Chameleon Needs a Hug, Team Chaotix Week 2025 (Sonic the Hedgehog), Day 3: Metal Virus/Nightmare, Protective Espio the Chameleon, Protective Vector the Crocodile, Day 4: Protector Series: Part 2 of Team Chaotix Week 2025 Summary:
Chapter 1: Metal Virus/Nightmare: Even after the Metal Virus has been eradicated, the memories remain.
Chapter 2: Protector: Espio just wants to protect his team, forgoing sleep in order to do so. Exhaustion catches up to him, but Vector and Charmy are there for him.
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Chapter 2 is up!
Requiem for Cicadas, and Other Small Things on Ao3
2k, Teen, Gen, light angst discussion
Mighty and Espio talk in a quiet woods, about the Metal Virus, and the changing world around them.
@team-chaotix-week day 3 - nightmare or Metal Virus!
Day 3 & 4: Metal Virus and Protector!
After Charmy becomes a Zombot, he enters a dreamlike state. However, the sound of a certain voice wakes him up, just for a little bit.
Here’s an angsty combined prompt for ya🐝
chrome-tinted troubles
1k words | no warnings apply | team chaotix week 2025
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65232502
Charmy was sniffling.
Espio wasn't sure he heard it, at first. The first sniffle coincided with the flip of a page of his book–illuminated by a small reading lamp, cradled in his lap in bed. At the next two, he thought perhaps he was just clearing his sinuses. By the fourth sniffle, however, he figured something was wrong.
Soundlessly, Espio crawled out of bed, climbing partway down the wall to examine the small shape of Charmy, bundled in blankets and shaking in his bed.
He was crying.
"Charmy?" Espio whispered. Charmy made a small noise, and Espio watched as he wrapped himself tighter in his blankets. "Charmy, what's wrong?"
"Go 'way," Charmy mumbled, his voice muffled and tiny beneath all the fabric bundled around him.
"Should I get Vector?"
"No," he sniffed again. "Go 'way, Espio."
"Something is troubling you, Charmy. I want to help."
"I dun want help."
Espio dropped soundlessly to the floor, walking over to Charmy’s bedside and looming over the little bee.
“Would you rather talk to me about it?”
“No. Go ‘way.”
Sighing inwardly, Espio grabbed at Charmy’s blankets, and unintentionally began a tug-of-war–Charmy’s tiny hands thrashing desperately to keep himself tucked haphazardly in the material. Espio, of course, was stronger and faster, and he pulled the bee free of his self-imposed cotton prison before he could even put together a coherent complaint.
“Hey!”
“Charmy,” Espio scolded, re-draping the blanket to cover only the bee's shoulders–carefully avoiding smashing his wings. His face was smeared with tears and snot. “You’re going to talk to me, or you’re going to talk to Vector. There’s no way out of it.”
“I’ll do it in the morning,” Charmy grumbled, pulling the blanket over his head. Espio pushed it back onto his shoulders.
“No. You’re just going to pretend it didn’t happen. Or, worse, you’ll actually forget.” He pulled a tissue from the nightstand, littered with toys and short children’s books, and dabbed at Charmy’s face. “Now, what’s going on? Did something happen? Did someone say something to you?”
Charmy sniffled. “Dunno.”
“Charmy.”
He grumbled something unintelligible, his cheeks squishing as Espio wiped at the snot around his nose.
“Charmy.”
“I had a bad dream.”
Espio threw the tissue into the garbage can. “Oh?”
“Mhm.”
“About what?”
Charmy looked away, fingers twisting the corner of the blanket. Espio kneeled in front of his bed, his eye contact patient, but pressing.
“...I had a bad dream ‘bout the metal virus,” Charmy mumbled, antennae drooping.
“I see. What happened in your dream, Charmy?”
“Uhm… Well… I was a zombot again, and… ‘N I was with you ‘n Vector…” He took a deep breath. “Espio, do y’still like me?”
Espio blinked slowly, caught off-guard by the question (and, admittedly, still somewhat drowsy from the late-night reading). “Of course I like you. Why would you ask such a thing?”
“Because, because, in my dream… You ‘n Vector said…” Tears welled up in his eyes, his voice shaking. “Y’said I was… Y’said I was dumb, and Vector said I was annoying,” he cried, wiping at his face roughly with the heels of his palms.
“Charmy…” Espio started, frowning. “Charmy, I don’t think that about you. That was just a dream, it’s not real.”
“Y-yeah, but it’s all my fault I got turned into a zombot in the first place, ‘n– ‘N I heard Gemerl say it was my fault Vector got turned into one, too.”
“Absolutely not. You were just trying to do what you thought was right. Anyone would understand.”
“But ‘ts still my fault!” Charmy exclaimed, his tears flowing more freely, overflowing in his little hands and rolling down his forearms. “I shoulda stayed with you ‘n Vector! I shoulda gone on the ship!”
“Charmy…"
“But I didn’t, ‘n then I got turned into a zombot, and then I turned Vector into a zombot, ‘n it’s all my fault! And everyone thinks I’m dumb and annoying and I–”
Charmy’s sentence fell short as a pair of scaled hands wrapped around his own–bringing them off of his face, before wiping at his eyes.
“Don’t say that about yourself, Charmy,” Espio scolded quietly, using his fingers to clean the tears from the bee’s cheeks with a stern expression. “You aren’t annoying. And you certainly aren’t dumb. You were simply unprepared. Everyone was.”
“But I–”
“There’s no ‘buts’ about it. You were very brave, looking out for that person. You did the right thing, just at the wrong time. You have a good heart. Do you know that?” Charmy shrugged. “And I still like you, you know,” Espio finished, smiling softly. “You’re my favorite coworker.”
The bee’s eyes widened. “Not Vector?”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” he whispered, laughing. Charmy smiled.
“I think I feel better, now,” the bee whispered back, plopping back down on his bed, and bundling back up in his blankets. “Thanks, Espio.”
“Of course.” Espio got to his feet, and started walking back towards the wall. “Goodnight, Charmy. Sleep well.”
“Wait. Espio?”
He paused. “Yes, Charmy?”
“Will y’give me a hug?”
Espio turned to stare at the little bee for a moment–he looked almost impossibly small wrapped in his blankets, his face still damp with tears, eyes tired and so terribly, heart-wrenchingly sad for his age.
Wordlessly, the chameleon made his way back to the bed, and knelt down in front of it. Awkwardly, he wrapped his arms around Charmy’s torso; a pair of tiny hands returning the gesture. He felt Charmy’s breaths against his neck, still shaky from the recent crying, felt his little wings flutter behind him lazily.
“Didja mean that, Espio?” Charmy asked suddenly, his voice small.
“I mean everything I say,” Espio replied seriously.
“Yeah, but, when y’said you still like me? Didja really mean it?”
“I did. I like you lots, Charmy Bee. You’re the smartest, bravest, coolest kid I know.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Little hands finally relinquished their grip on him, and Espio pulled back. Charmy’s face was brighter, the sadness somewhat subdued in his eyes. Espio smiled at him.
“I promise,” he said, nodding slowly. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“I know.”
“Goodnight, Charmy.”
Charmy huffed out a deep sigh, burying himself in his blankets, and shutting his eyes.
“Goodnight, Espio.”
Day 3 & 4: Metal Virus and Protector!
After Charmy becomes a Zombot, he enters a dreamlike state. However, the sound of a certain voice wakes him up, just for a little bit.
Here’s an angsty combined prompt for ya🐝