#ler!espio

🌙❄️ Cold Hands, Warm Laughs ❄️🌙

Espio x Silver • SFW • cuddly teasing

Silver the Hedgehog was perfectly comfortable.

Curled up on the couch, blanket half-draped over his legs, psychic aura faintly humming as he relaxed against Espio the Chameleon’s side, Silver let out a soft sigh.

“This is nice…” he murmured. “We should do this more often.”

Espio hummed in agreement, eyes half-lidded. “Mm. I told you staying still would do you good.”

Silver smiled— right as something very cold brushed against his stomach.

He jumped.

“H–HEY—!!”

Espio blinked innocently. “Hm?”

Silver squeaked, hands instantly flying to his belly.

Espio glanced down at his own hands. “…Oh.”

A pause.

Then the faintest smirk tugged at his lips.

“Are my hands cold?”

Silver hesitated. “…Y-Yeah.”

Espio’s tail flicked lazily. “Interesting.”

Silver barely had time to register the tone shift before Espio gently, deliberately placed his chilled hand back against Silver’s belly—fingers splayed just enough to let the cold seep in.

Silver lost it.

“PFF—! E-ESPIO—!!”

He burst into giggles, twisting instinctively, the sudden chill sending ticklish shivers through his whole body.

“That tiHIIckles—!!”

Espio chuckled softly. “Does it?”

He moved his hand just a little—slow, teasing, letting the cold linger instead of poking or scribbling.

Silver squirmed harder.

“NO— NOHO— STOP—!! It feels w-weird—!!”

“Ticklish,” Espio corrected calmly, tilting his head. “Very ticklish.”

Silver tried to grab Espio’s wrist, but Espio slipped free easily, only to place both cold hands lightly against Silver’s sides.

Silver shrieked with laughter.

“ESPIO—!! THAT’S CHEAHATING—!!”

Espio laughed under his breath, clearly amused now. “I’m not even trying.”

Silver’s laughter turned breathy and helpless as he curled inward, knees pulling up as he tried to escape the chill.

“Y-You’re meeeean—!!”

Espio finally relented, pulling his hands back and tucking them under the blanket instead.

Silver collapsed against him, still giggling softly, cheeks warm and pink.

Espio wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. “…Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “But you’re very cute when you laugh.”

Silver buried his face in Espio’s chest, muffling a squeak.

“Y-You did that on purpose…”

Espio rested his chin lightly on Silver’s head. “Maybe.”

After a moment, Silver peeked up at him.

“…Your hands are warming up.”

Espio smiled faintly.

“…Shame.”

What about a fic where Espio and shadow team up and tickle there boyfriends? Sonic and silver ofc-

Maybe they see who can make them melt the most 🩷🥹

💞 “The Great Giggle Duel” 💞

(Ler!Espio & Ler!Shadow | Lee!Sonic & Lee!Silver — chaotic, fluffy fun)

“Alright,” Sonic said, crossing his arms. “You guys are definitely plotting something.”

He wasn’t wrong. Espio and Shadow stood across the room, perfectly still, perfectly silent… and somehow radiating menace.

Silver blinked between them nervously. “Uh… why are they looking at us like that?”

Espio’s voice came first—smooth and calm, like he was announcing a mission. “Shadow proposed a challenge.”

Sonic groaned. “Oh boy. That’s never good.”

Shadow’s smirk deepened. “We were debating which of you two would last longer.”

Silver tilted his head, innocent. “Last longer… at what?”

Espio’s tail flicked. “Enduring this.”

Before Silver could ask again, Espio vanished. In a blur of purple, he reappeared right behind him, two fingers already skittering up Silver’s sides.

Silver’s reaction was instant. “EEP—! EhehehEhehEHhspiooo! N-NOhohoho!!”

Shadow’s smirk widened. “I see you’ve started already.”

Sonic blinked. “Started wh—WAIT—!”

He didn’t get to finish before Shadow pounced, all cool restraint gone as he pinned Sonic by the waist and scribbled under his arms.

“WAAHAHAHAHA! SHAHADOW! STAHAHAHAP—!!”

“Hmm. Not even ten seconds,” Shadow mused casually, though his fingers didn’t slow. “Pathetic.”

Sonic twisted and cackled helplessly, his kicks only earning a dark chuckle from the ultimate life form.

Silver, meanwhile, was practically glowing pink from laughter. Espio’s technique was silent, methodical—fluttering fingers at his ribs, light scratches at his neck, every move precise and deliberate.

“Y-you’re so mean!! EHEHEHhhEhhhehEhehhheEhhh! Espioooo!!”

“Focus,” Espio replied, smirking faintly. “Endurance training, remember?”

“That’s not—! HAHAHA—! NOT TRAININGGG!!”

Sonic, red-faced and breathless, somehow managed to bark out through laughter, “HahhahHAH! Shadow! You—! You call—! Thhh-this a chhahallenge—!?”

Shadow arched a brow. “You think you could handle Espio’s precision?”

Sonic was too busy dissolving into laughter to respond.

Silver gasped out between giggles, “Espiooo! He’s—he’s cheheating!!”

Espio chuckled, tail flicking lazily. “No, Silver. He’s losing.”

Shadow snorted, then got that look. The dangerous one. “Oh really?”

And suddenly, both ticklers looked at each other. Then at their boyfriends. Then at each other again.

…Oh no.

Sonic’s eyes went wide. “Shadow. Don’t you—”

Silver squeaked, “Espio no please wait—!!”

Too late.

Espio and Shadow switched.

Sonic found himself under Espio’s nimble fingers, and Silver had Shadow looming above with an expression that promised no mercy.

The results were instant chaos. Sonic’s laughter hit new octaves—Espio’s featherlight precision destroyed him worse than Shadow’s strength ever did.

“HEHEHEHEHEHhhhhhAHhHhhh—!! OHHhhh KAY! OHHH KAHAHHHAY!!”

Meanwhile, Silver was practically squealing under Shadow’s merciless teasing—low raspberries into his neck, deep pokes at his ribs, relentless and evil.

“SHAhahahaHADOWWW!!! STAHAhHAP—!!!”

“Hmm. I don’t think that was the safe word,” Shadow teased smoothly, his own smirk breaking into a small grin.

“Yohohou—yohohou’re enjohohohying this!!” Silver gasped through bright laughter.

“Immensely.”

It went on for a good five minutes—four voices tangled together in laughter, teasing, and playful chaos until finally both ticklers relented. Sonic and Silver collapsed side by side, breathless and giggly, while Shadow and Espio stood over them with matching smirks.

“So?” Shadow asked. “Who won?”

Espio folded his arms. “Clearly me.”

“You think?” Shadow raised a brow. “Silver cracked first.”

“He squeals adorably,” Espio said flatly. “That’s not defeat—it’s art.”

Silver, still catching his breath, groaned, “P-please—nohoho more art—”

Sonic chimed in with a dazed grin, “Y-you both lose—because we’re getting rehehevenge—!”

Here’s a fluffy lil ficlet for your request :3 🐾 “You’re Not Hiding These Again.”

💙 Lee!Silver | 🟣 Ler!Espio | Paws, Precision Teasing, and Playful Fluster

Silver was so close to escaping.

He’d made it almost halfway across the room—half hopping, half dragging himself—with both paws tucked tightly under his arms. He was not about to let Espio go anywhere near those again.

“Espiooooooo,” Silver whined. “I said not the paws!! They’re—!”

“Sensitive?” Espio's voice was calm, like he wasn't literally stalking him from the shadows of the training room. “Yes. You’ve made that clear. But you also left your gloves off…”

Silver flinched. “T-That’s not permission!”

And yet…

FWIP—

He vanished.

Or, more accurately, Espio teleported directly behind him, silent as a whisper. Before Silver could blink, his back hit the mat with a gentle thud, and his arms were suddenly pinned above his head.

And worse—

His paws were exposed.

Two soft, fluffy, snow-white pads. Flared open just like a kitten’s, thanks to the reflex Espio had learned about last time.

“Hhnngh—! E-EsPIO—don’t you DARE!!” Silver squirmed, cheeks flushed. His ears were twitching in pure panic.

But Espio just smiled. Calm, unreadable, polite.

“You should know by now…” he murmured, gently ghosting a single claw down the center of Silver’s left pad.

“YIHHHHEEHEHEE!!”

“…that telling a ninja not to do something only ensures he will.”

What followed was pure, focused chaos.

Espio didn’t go for the ribs. He didn’t tease his sides or neck or anywhere normal. No. He simply took one paw in his hands—holding it steady with expert pressure—and dragged his claws across the softest parts. Each stroke was slow, deliberate, maddening.

Silver exploded into squeals.

“WAAHAHHAHA—!! I-I CAHAHAN’T!! It’s too much—!”

His poor toes curled and flared over and over, helpless against the natural reflex of being held open. Espio was way too fascinated with the way Silver's laugh spiked when he scratched under the pad, right near the base.

“Fascinating,” he mused aloud. “Your pads spasm when I press here.”

“EHEHEEE—STOHOHOP ANALYZIHIHING MEEEEE!!”

“Hmm. Your right one’s worse. Shall we test that?”

“ESPIOOOO!!”

Eventually—mercifully—Espio let go.

Silver was a heap. His ears flopped, his hair was a mess, and his paws were twitching open and closed on instinct.

Espio gave a small nod, like he’d just completed a science experiment.

“…We’ll call that conclusive.”

Silver groaned into the floor. “I will never be normal again.”

Espio chuckled quietly, helping him sit up and even brushing off his fur a little.

“Next time, wear your gloves.”

“I DID!! You waited until I took them off!!”

“Then you should be more careful.”

“…You are EVIL.”

This time his powers completely loose control when his palms are tickled and he destroys the room. When he calms down he feels terrible for destroying the living room so they tickle him silly to cheer him up

💥 "Tickle Drift: Psychic Meltdown!" — A Silly Sonic Fic 💥 Ft. Silver, Sonic, Shadow, and one very destroyed living room

Silver knew the risk. He knew how sensitive his palms were. But had he told anyone that? No. Because he didn’t think his friends would betray him like this.

It had started innocently enough—just a calm hangout day at Tails’ place. Sonic had flopped onto the couch, Shadow had claimed the armrest like a brooding cat, and Silver, poor Silver, had made the mistake of showing his bare palms while flipping through a comic book.

Espio, who had shown up out of nowhere as ninjas do, smirked. “You know, for a telekinetic warrior, you really leave your weaknesses out in the open.”

Silver looked up, confused. “What do you mean—HEY!!”

Too late. Sonic was already grinning like the devil himself and dove for the couch. “PaaaAAALM TICKLESSS~!”

“No—NO WAIT—!!” Silver squealed, his voice jumping an octave as Sonic’s fingers scribbled into his open palms. “H-HHHEHEHEE! GUYS!! N-N-NOT TH-THERE—!”

Shadow, not one to resist chaos (especially when inflicted on Silver), joined in with slow, teasing scritches to his other palm. “You really should’ve learned by now. Never show weakness.”

Silver exploded with laughter, squirming between them. “AAAHH!! N-NOHOHOHO—WAIT—S-STOP—HAHAHAAA—!!”

And then…

Everything in the living room lifted.

The couch. The table. The lamp. The books. Sonic. Espio. Even Shadow’s gloves.

“Uh oh,” Sonic blinked, now midair, doing slow somersaults. “We broke him.”

Shadow, floating upside down with hair fluffing in all directions, deadpanned. “Again.”

Espio, still surprisingly composed despite being plastered to the ceiling, just muttered, “This is fine.”

Silver was hysterical, wheezing and giggling uncontrollably with glowing eyes and glowing hands—and a TV set now slowly rotating in the background like a moon in orbit.

Eventually, Sonic—giggling from being levitated—called out, “Okay okay!! Mercy! Mercy!! Let’s help him calm down before we all become floating decorations!”

Shadow sighed. “Fine. But you owe me a new couch.”

They gently eased off, Shadow softly holding Silver’s hands, thumbs brushing calming circles into his palms, while Sonic whispered, “Hey, it’s okay… We’re here. You're safe. Breathe with me, bud.”

The moment Silver took a shaky breath in—and exhaled—a wave of psychic energy whoomped out and everything dropped back to normal.

CRASH!!

Table cracked. Lamp shattered. Couch—well, it gave its last breath.

Silver stared in horror at the ruined room, tearfully hiccuping, “I-I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to… I-I ruined everything—”

Sonic pulled him close. “Hey. No. Don’t even go there.”

Shadow nodded, actually gentle for once. “You didn’t destroy anything that can’t be fixed.”

“And you know what we can fix?” Sonic added, that telltale grin returning. “Your mood~”

Silver blinked. “W-Wait, wha—?”

“GET HIM!!”

Cue Round Two.

This time, Sonic tickled his tummy while Shadow gently skittered his fingers over his palms again, whispering teases like “Still sensitive, aren’t you?” Silver melted, laughing into Sonic’s shoulder, but this time? No floating. Just warm, happy giggles and a safe hug sandwich.

Eventually, the poor psychic was a puddle of sleepy giggles in Sonic’s lap.

Sonic fluffed his hair. “Feeling better now?”

Silver let out one last little laugh. “Y-Yeah… thanks, guys…”

Espio came back with a mop and broom. “You destroy it, you fix it.”

Silver levitated the pieces together sheepishly. “I’ll, uh… do that after a nap.”

Shadow sat beside him, arms folded. “Next time? Warn us before your powers go nuclear.”

Silver blushed. “Y-Yeah… my bad.”

If you like to write another story (no worries if not!), how would Espio get his revenge on Silver?👀

OOOOO OK >:3

💫 “Can’t Hide from Me” – Part 2 💫

(Ler!Espio • Lee!Silver • soft chaos • gentle revenge • giggle karma >:3)

Silver should have known better.

He should have known that Espio, even flustered and dizzy from being reduced to a giggle-puddle last time, would absolutely get payback. And yet, here he was. Sitting on the grass. Mid-meditation. Completely unaware that sweet, quiet vengeance was about to pounce.

The sun was warm, the wind was gentle, and Silver had his eyes closed, floating a few inches above the ground in total peace.

Espio grinned from the trees, watching like a predator in the shadows.

“Payback…” he whispered to himself, “…is silent.”

With a silent leap, he was behind Silver in less than a blink. One finger raised. One target in mind. One—

“EEP—!!”

Silver yelled as Espio jabbed a single finger into his side, sending him tumbling to the ground like a startled cat. He hit the grass with a surprised laugh and blinked up at his ninja boyfriend with wide, betrayed eyes.

“ESP-Wh-WHAT WAS THAT?!” he gasped, giggling already from the aftershocks.

Espio gave him the most stoic smirk ever.

“…Revenge.”

Silver scooted back on his hands like a kid scrambling from a tickle monster. “N-No no no, I apologized!! I brought you cookies!! We’re even—!”

Espio tilted his head. “Are we?”

“Y-YES??”

The ninja only stepped forward. “You levitated me.”

Silver’s eyes widened. “Espio… let’s talk about this.”

“You tickled me mercilessly.”

“You were ADORABLE!! I mean—uh—WAAAIT!!”

Too late.

In one swift motion, Espio leapt and pinned Silver by the wrists, just barely keeping his weight down without hurting him. Silver squirmed, face going bright red in real time.

“Espio—h-hehehey!! Don’t you DARE—!”

Espio calmly raised a hand. Wiggled his fingers.

Silver screamed before the tickling even started.

“NO NO NONOHOHOHO—!!”

Espio sifted through the psychic's worst spots like he’d studied them (and he had). First stop: his sides, a classic. Gentle but precise ninja scribbles had Silver squealing in seconds, arching his back and kicking wildly.

“I-I TAKE IT BAHAHAHACK!! ESPIOOOOO—!!”

“Too late.”

Next came the ribs. Espio squeezed just under the lowest ones and Silver absolutely cracked.

“EEEEEEEK!! TH-THAT’S NOT ALLOWED!! ILLEGAL TECHNIQUE!!”

“I learned from the best,” Espio said calmly, voice like a gentle breeze while Silver lost his mind.

The worst part? Espio wasn’t even being aggressive—he was being methodical. Precise. Silent. It drove Silver crazy.

“EspiHOHOHO—!! I-I’M GONNA FLOAT YOU INTO SPAAAACE!!”

“You’d have to stop laughing first.”

Now he had Silver’s tummy in his sights. Espio poked and scribbled all over the softest parts, earning a shrieky, blushy, flailing mess of a hedgehog who could barely form words anymore.

“EEP—HOHOHOW DO YOU KNOHOHOW ALL MY SPOTS—?!”

Espio smirked faintly, pausing just long enough to lean in close.

“It's called Observing.”

Silver whined. “Th-That’s not fairrrrrr…”

Finally, after a minute more of tummy tickles and a final sneak attack under the arms (which had Silver shriek-laughing like a kettle), Espio gently let go and sat beside him, arms crossed in ninja victory.

Silver collapsed sideways in the grass, panting and red-faced and still giggling through his breath.

“You,” he wheezed, “are evil.”

Espio smiled quietly. “Balance.”

Silver flopped his arm over his eyes. “I’m never letting my guard down again.”

“Until tomorrow.”

Silver peeked at him with a pout, but Espio just looked at him calmly.

“…You are cute when you laugh,” he added, eyes softening just a little.

Silver blinked.

Love your work! <3

✨ “Right in the Palms” ✨

Lee!Silver, Lers!Sonic, Shadow, and Espio — pure comfort, SFW, and lots of hand-focused affection 🫶

Silver was drained. Every nerve felt frayed. His head ached. His hands? Tense and twitchy with leftover psychic static from using his powers too much.

He slumped onto the couch in Tails’ workshop with a pitiful groan, face buried in a pillow. His gloves were off — rare for him — and his marked palms glowed faintly in the dim light.

Sonic poked his head in first, grinning like usual… until he saw Silver’s expression.

“Whoa. You okay, sparkle boy?”

Silver grunted. “Mmnh…”

Espio appeared next, quiet and observant. “Your aura’s all over the place,” he said gently. “You’re overwhelmed.”

Shadow didn’t say a word — he just walked up and sat next to him, crossing his arms.

“…Did you overdo it again?” Sonic asked, flopping beside Silver.

Silver peeked up, sheepish. “Maybe…”

Espio stepped closer and knelt in front of him, gently taking one of Silver’s hands into his own. “You really need to stop pushing yourself so hard.”

Silver didn’t pull away — he couldn’t. The moment Espio’s thumb rubbed gently over the center of his palm, a little shiver zipped through his spine.

He gasped.

Espio tilted his head. “...Sensitive?”

“Y-Yeah… a little…” Silver admitted, cheeks going pink.

Sonic’s eyes lit up. “Oh? Here??”

Before Silver could react, Sonic had taken his other hand and gently traced a single fingertip in a swirl right over the glowing mark.

Silver squeaked.

“EEP—!!”

Shadow raised an eyebrow. “...Interesting.”

Very interesting.

Espio kept rubbing slow, careful circles in one hand, while Sonic danced his fingers in the other, grinning like a cat.

“Aw, look at that little smile~ Someone’s ticklish right here, huh~?”

Silver tried to squirm, but Espio had such a calm, grounding grip on his wrist, and Sonic was being way too playful to resist.

“G-Guys—! T-This isn’t—eheHEHE—!!”

Sonic chuckled. “C’mon, admit it. This feels way better than stressing out.”

Shadow finally, silently, reached over and just placed one hand under Silver’s wrist — and the other right into the center of his palm. He didn’t tickle. He just pressed gently… and slowly started rubbing in firm, warm circles.

Silver melted.

Eyes fluttering. Laughter soft and airy. Shoulders dropping like he hadn’t relaxed in days.

“Th-thahank you guhuuhys…”

Espio smiled softly. “You don’t always have to be strong. Let people take care of you too.”

Sonic nodded, still tracing swirls. “You’ve got the best hands for psychic powers and tickle reactions. Total win.”

Silver just curled up into the three of them — one hand still being rubbed, one still getting playful strokes, and his whole body wrapped in warmth.

“Mmmrh… fluffyyy…”

Shadow looked down, blinking.

“…Did he just fall asleep?”

Espio chuckled. “He’s twitching like a dream-snuggler.”

💥 Fic: “Now It’s Our Turn to Save You”

Lee: Silver Lers: Espio, Shadow, Sonic Tone: Comfort/Angst, Heroic Rescue, Gentle Tickles

Silver had been missing for over a day.

No telepathic signals. No distress call. No psychic pulse.

And Shadow knew something was wrong.

🎯 The Rescue

“Intel traced his last energy spike to one of Eggman’s off-grid labs,” Espio said, crouched beside Shadow and Sonic atop a quiet cliff just before sundown. “There’s no power signature now. It’s cloaked.”

“Then he’s in there,” Shadow growled, fists clenched. “And I’m getting him out.”

They charged in together, cloaked by Espio’s ninja tactics, busting through reinforced doors like paper.

Silver was there. Restrained. Weak. Eyes wide with fear, struggling against the mechanical bindings sparking with psychic dampeners.

“Espio…?” he gasped.

“I’ve got you!” Espio yelled, rushing forward with his shuriken in hand.

Shadow crushed the restraint console. Sonic zoomed ahead to keep the rest of the lab clear. Sparks flew as Silver collapsed forward—right into Espio’s arms.

“…Knew you’d come…” he breathed, trembling.

“You owe us one,” Shadow said softly, catching Silver’s other arm. “Let’s go home.”

💤 Aftermath

Silver lay curled up on the couch at their safehouse, wrapped in three blankets and glowing faintly with leftover psychic static. Sonic brought him cocoa. Espio returned with calming tea. Shadow stood silently, arms crossed, watching every movement like a hawk.

“You’re safe,” Sonic finally whispered, kneeling beside him.

Silver flinched. “I didn’t mean to get caught. He—he was luring me. Using Espio’s name. I—I fell for it like an idiot.”

Espio placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not an idiot. You were trying to protect me.”

“…You still got hurt because of it.”

A heavy silence hung in the air until Shadow, very quietly, said:

“Let us take care of you this time.”

Silver blinked. “What… do you mean—”

Scribble.

“Eep—!! Wha–hahahahaha Shadow!!”

A single claw traced under his chin. Sonic grinned wickedly.

“Ohhh you know what helps with psychic stress, don’t ya?”

“No! Don’t—!”

Two more sets of hands joined in.

Shadow kept up his slow, purposeful tracing across Silver’s ribs, while Espio attacked with pinpoint precision to the sides of his neck and Sonic playfully scribbled all over his belly.

“W-WAIT!! GUYS!! Wahahait—!!” Silver shrieked, laughter bursting out uncontrollably. “I-It’s not fahaahair—!!”

“Isn’t it?” Espio smirked, his rare grin visible. “You’ve saved us dozens of times. Let us return the favor~”

Silver’s aura flared—floating cushions and mugs hovered midair—but his giggles only grew more breathless.

“Aahahaha I-I’m gonna blow up the room again!!”

“You better calm down before your power goes haywire,” Sonic teased, “Guess we better tickle the static out of you~!”

Silver shrieked.

Shadow was already behind him, pinning his arms up and targeting his palms. “Let’s end this before he breaks the ceiling.”

“NOOOOOHOHOHO!!”

💫 Later…

Silver slumped into Sonic’s lap, wheezing, aura finally dimming.

“You okay?” Shadow asked, kneeling beside him.

“…I feel fuzzy,” Silver muttered, eyes lidded, cheeks glowing pink. “And very loved.”

He doesn’t even realize he’s floating things around, maybe Sonic gets levitated around the room

And silvers just like pleading and giggling with them but eventually they have to help silver calm down so he can stop levitating things

🌪️ “Float Mode: Activated” 🌪️

Starring: Lee!Silver, Ler!Sonic, Ler!Shadow, and Ler!Espio

It all started with a simple comment.

“Hey, Silver,” Sonic smirked, casually plopping onto the beanbag next to him, “you ever get tickled on your palms?”

Silver blinked, sitting up straighter from where he’d been mid-stretch on the floor. “Huh? My palms??”

“I’ve read it’s a vulnerable pressure point,” Espio added thoughtfully from across the room, tail flicking. “Especially for psychics…”

Shadow didn’t even say anything. He just slowly raised a brow and glanced toward Silver’s hands — which were now slowly, nervously, curling into fists.

“I-If this is a joke, it’s not funny,” Silver said quickly, scooting back. “M-My powers are sensitive when I’m overstimulated, okay? I can’t always control it—”

“So… what you’re saying,” Sonic said, now absolutely beaming, “is that if we did something like…” poke! “…this—”

Silver squeaked. And the coffee table shuddered.

“Oh Chaos,” Espio said flatly. “He’s going to go full float mode.”

“Guys—!! D-Don’t—!!” Silver stammered, but it was far too late.

Within seconds, Shadow had grabbed one wrist, Espio the other, and Sonic wasted zero time swirling his finger in the middle of Silver’s left palm.

“NNggh—!! N-NOHOHOHO—!!” Silver shrieked, head tossing back in giggles as his hands twitched and squirmed helplessly. “I-I CAHAHAN’T—!!”

SQUEAK—KRRRRCH—

A lamp hovered two feet off the ground. The couch rumbled. Sonic suddenly lifted off the floor, legs flailing.

“WHOA—UH—SILVER!!” Sonic called from halfway to the ceiling. “Buddy!! I’m FLYING!!”

Shadow huffed, calmly holding Silver’s squirming hand in his lap like a controller. “You’re making him lose focus. Be gentle.”

“You’re literally holding him down so we can tickle him!!”

“He said stop,” Espio added quietly. “But his aura says ‘please continue’…”

“GUYS!!” Silver wailed, hiccuping with laughter. “I-I’M NOT—DOHOOON’T REHEHEAD AURA—!!”

Meanwhile, four more items floated up — including a potted plant, Sonic’s chili dog leftovers, and Espio’s ninja scrolls. The ceiling fan started spinning wildly.

And yet Sonic just grinned from his levitated position.

“Shadow, he’s got me in orbit.”

“You deserve it.”

Eventually, after five minutes of pure chaos, the trio took mercy on the now-blushing, limp psychic in their arms.

Sonic gently floated back to the floor. Espio carefully reclaimed his scrolls. Shadow, ever the practical one, placed a weighted pillow on Silver’s lap so nothing else would ascend.

Silver lay there giggling breathlessly, teary-eyed and red-faced, hands still twitching like they were haunted.

“…I warned you,” he wheezed.

“And we regret nothing,” Sonic said cheerfully, flopping beside him and ruffling his floof.

Espio added a soft, rare smile. “Your laugh is worth the risk.”

“…That was… mean,” Silver whispered, slowly curling back into a puddle of flustered limbs.

Shadow scoffed — then pulled him close.

“You survived,” he muttered. “Barely.”

“Remind me to float you next time,” Silver grumbled.