And here we are, the final request from Polinia!
A cute fleetourge fic
Basically just fluff, enjoy
for those who don't know the origin of the title ( watch?v=84GhRYS5My0)
Scourge sighed as he felt an odd grimace like smile tug on his face; he didn't know why he thought this was a good idea to begin with but…
His partner just got so excited when he brought up the fact that he got some passes into the amusement park for nearly free.
Yes, he threatened to punch a man who tried to scam him out of a lot of money for the tickets, but he got to keep his money.
Along with the scammers wallet...and keys...and phone...and oddly tasteful sandwich.
A part of him forgot to take into account that his partner was also a part hyperactive and chaos fueled being that screamed destruction with everything he did.
"Fleet, come on, we all know the milk jug toss is rigged, ya don't have to-"
Green paused at the hiss he knew was sure to come.
Apparently, his partner got it in his head that he needed a stuffed animal. It was what boyfriends did at amusement parks.
Scourge wanted to tell him he didn't want the damn thing but..he just had to give that puppy dog look.
"Look, Fleet, if you wanna knock them down, aim at the base. It helps."
"I KNOW HOW TO PLAY A CHILD'S GAME" the golden being screeched, his muzzle a bright red from frustration and embarrassment.
The green rogue let out a slow breath, his ear twitching as he looked to the side. Why were so many people here anyway?
So what if it's night time and there's a lunatic trying and failing to get a squishy bear?
The rogue growled when a young chipmunk girl took out her phone," You even think of it I'll snap it in half girly," he snapped.
The ex-con sighed as he walked over to his partner; quills ruffling as he rested a hand on his partner's shoulder.
He took everything he had to not tremble from the excessive amount of energy rolling off his form.
"Fleet, come on now. Take a breath ok? You're floating up too high, how am I supposed to hug you if you're all the way up in the clouds?" He gave a small pout as the swirling red eyes settled on his being.
"...Mfph," Fleetway grunted as he reluctantly rested his feet back down on the ground. "There, see? Now I can do this," Scourge carefully slid a hand into the clawed one, his bare fingers tracing the lethal claws as his covered palm snuggly settled against the other tattered palm.
"Better?"
"...No." The golden hedgehog huffed, growling softly as he stared at the milk jugs.
"Fle-"
"I'm trying it again and you're getting a bear.," the being hissed, much to the dismay of the former king.
"I...alright Fleet. One more ok? Then how about we get some nachos?" Scourge tempted fate as he leaned slightly against his huffing boyfriend.
"It can be the extra cheesy ones~"
"...Fine." He grunted, his free clawed hand grasping a hard ball smoothly.
As his fingers curled around the sphere, the ball's stitching creaked faintly from the strain of pressure.
"Fleet, come on," Scourge coughed, his face starting to burn a light red from the attention they were getting.
"...I'm doing it for you….," the being muttered to himself.
"Fleet-"
"FOR THE CUTE BOY!," the being screeched, his arm hurling forward and sending the ball spiraling out of control towards the milk jugs.
The swirling eyes watched as they slammed into the base jugs, his body tense as the tattered ears perked from the deep 'gong' of impact.
Scourge felt his body go cold when they didn't fall.
He felt himself grow colder when he felt the energy begin to build up and roll off his partner.
In a panic, he kicked the small tent pole holding up the game. The inside rattling and making the jugs tumble to the ground.
So it was the sneak scam...figures.
"Holy chalupa Fleet!," Scourge gasped, feeling his partner's energy fade into stunned disbelief. "You threw it so hard all the things fell!"
"I...I did?"
"Hell yeah! Look at that!," Scourge pulled his stunned partner close, smooshing their cheeks together as he pointed.
"You even got the ones in back!" He hollered, the keep of the booth nodding quickly along," Y-yeppers! You s-sure did sir! New b-booth record!"
"Record?," Fleetway repeated, a small smile on his face.
"Hell yeah! Oh babe, that was so cool~," the green teen pressed a small kiss to his cheek; the being of pure chaos flinching before dissolving into loud purring.
Scourge felt himself relax at the sight of the familiar growing grin on his partner's face.
Explosion averted.
"G-go ahead and pick a prize s-sir." The carnie squeaked as he ducked out of the booth.
Giggling in manic pride, Fleetway plucked a small green chao plushie with a tiny jacket and shades.
"Here you go~" He purred.
With a small smile, Scourge took the plushie.
He...supposed he could put it on his dresser.
"Alright~ Ready for those nachos?" He asked; pausing when he heard his partner giggle.
"Sure in a second~ I heard if you suck up enough helium, your voice starts to sound really squeaky… wanna go get some balloons?," he asked with a grin.
The rogue sighed; his partner nearly snapped from trying to get him a damn stuffed plushie...If it would cheer him up a bit…
"Sure babe. We can get some balloons to get squeaky," he said, a wave of relief washing over him as his partner squeed happily and floated up a bit.
There was the Fleetway he knew.
The one that was happy and enjoyed things.
And considering that they avoided leveling out a city more than three times that day, he called that progress for a happy Fleetway.
"Alright you, let's go pick out a balloon. You can choose any color you want, ok?"
Scourge hummed as he walked with his partner down the fairway; his partner floating beside him as he looked about for the balloon booth.
Despite near destruction, it had been a pretty successful night out.
Now all he hoped for was that there were no pink balloons...
