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[msrosey]

shadamy: Easy Chill

Summary: Amy canonically hates the cold. Shadow canonically runs hot. You can see where this is going.

Links: AO3

Comic panel that inspired this. Tumblr ( @lonelysadblob​) that inspired me. 

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Amy Rose prided herself on her adaptability, on being prepared for any scenario with the brightest of smiles, the most positive of attitudes, and, when all else wasn't enough, a quick hammer to the kneecaps.

There was, however, one blind spot in her nigh impenetrable shield of optimism, one Achilles heel to her adonis of good cheer. And she was currently hip deep and freezing in it.

“Stupid forest. Stupid snow,” Amy muttered, using her hammer to whack at the section before her. The snow was sent soaring to rather impressive heights only to be quickly replaced by a fresh wave from nearby drifts. Amy narrowed her eyes at the offending substance, pointing with a gloved finger. “I will destroy you.”

Omega chimed in from ahead, “I APPROVE OF THE FLUFFY PINK ONE’S NEW APPROACH. QUERY: MISSION CHANGE TO ELIMINATING GEOGRAPHICAL RANGE?”

“Not unless you wanna start an avalanche with us in it,” Rogue said, contently flapping in the air far above the perilous drifts. Amy shot her a look of pure envy. Wings were the biggest cheat. As if reading her mind, the bat smirked and added, “Plus, I’m pretty sure the fluffy pink one would demolish you if you added any more ice to this bunch.”

“Darn straight,” Amy grumbled, whacking away more snow off the path. Which had the unintended consequence of hitting the nearby tree and dumping a fresh pile. Right on top of her. Her headband was knocked off. Trickles of now melting slush were sliding to slide down the back of her dress. She couldn't feel her nose.

Above her, Rogue giggled with a pink gloved hand covering her mouth. “Aww, trouble, fluffy?”

That was it. Amy let out a cry and swung her her hammer in a flurry of movements that cleared several feet of snow around her, lobbed several patches of ice towards Rogue and Omega (the former ducking behind the latter with an agility that proved she’d not been completely ignorant of the effects of her teasing), and last, but not least, uprooted the offending tree and several of its brethren and sent them flying off until they were small, dark specks in the sky.

Amy panted with exertion as she looked over the results. A nearly clear patch of forest, with only the lightest trace of offending snow. Her feet on solid ground, er, permafrost. Finally. She let out a deep, long breath.

“You have this one handled, or do you think you might need some backup?” Rogue called out, a sly smile on her face as she rested on Omega’s shoulders, who looked almost impressed at the carnage.

His robotic features were certainly doing something. “IMPRESSIVE DESTRUCTIVE POWER. CASE FILE UPDATED TO REFLECT SO.”

“Well, of course,” Amy said, casually brushing the remaining ice from the spines in her hair. “I mean, a lady like me always has things handled.” She leaned on her hammer as she fixed the last few spines, hip cocked to the side. “And a couple flakes can’t bring down A—“

The only warning was the sound of several dozen trees swaying in a sudden heavy breeze. It was only her innate superb hedgehog tracking skills that had Amy turning, only in time to be hit in the face by several tons of snow.

Courtesy of her destined hero’s rather bumpy stop.

“You guys all right? Shadow spotted some trouble by here just now, do you need...“ Sonic's eyes went wide as he spotted the hedgehog shaped snow drift at his side. “Hey, is that—“

“AMY ROSE WITH THE SHORT TEMPER AND HIGH PROCLIVITY TO VIOLENCE?” Omega responded, something almost gleeful in his robotic tone. Atop his shoulder, Rogue was staring, slack jawed. “AFFIRMATIVE."

“Ooh,” Sonic winced. “Heh, heh, oops?” A low growl started to build from the pile and Sonic wisely took several steps back, looking towards Omega and Rogue for backup. The former of which looked to be eagerly awaiting the results of the interaction and the latter already flying ahead.

“We can…talk this out, right, Amy?” Sonic asked sheepishly, “It was an accident. I know you hate the cold but you hate Eggman more, right? Attack him first.”

His answer came in the form of a the sudden poof of the piko piko hammer, poking out from the side of the Amy-shaped snowman.

“Not a good sign,” the blue hedgehog muttered, “Might be time to—“

In a blur of black and red, Shadow slid to a stop across from him and coincidentally beside the snowhog of murderous intent. The rockets on his hover shoes flared at the sudden change in speed, causing the snow immediately around him to rapidly melt. The hedgehog shaped snow mound quickly became a dripping mess of pink spines and wet clothes.

Shadow opened his mouth to speak only to shut it at the look of genuine fear on his blue counterpart’s face. A note of true concern leaked into his voice as he said, “Was there an attack?”

“ABOUT TO BE,” Omega chimed in, robotic voice high with excitement.

Shadow turned in time to catch the determined look on Amy Rose’s face and the current soaked state of her clothes and froze. Her spines dripped steadily onto the surrounding permafrost earth, breath coming out heavy and cloudy in the cold air.

There was a moment where Sonic looked about to laugh...but then the single hedgehog army better known as Amy Rose moved.

Then Sonic actually did laugh, although less due to the situation and more due to the absolutely stricken look on the Ultimate Lifeform’s face as he was embraced by the smaller pink berserker.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck and looked to be supporting herself up, knees bent and boots high off the wet ground. Her head was tucked somewhere between the tuft of white fur on his chest and his neck, and she looked to be…nuzzling closer? Shadow’s eyes went between the top of her head to Sonic’s form, hunched over and cackling, then to Omega, who looked confused as to whether this was some new offensive strategy, and looped back around to the hedgehog currently holding onto him for dear life.

“I-Uh-“ stammering in a completely out of character way for an ultimate lifeform, Shadow held his hands in tense positions on either side of her, not entirely knowing what to do. “What?"

A small, muffled sound came from her. “—mfph-ded the snow.” A shift in position, one that sent a surprise shudder through the dark hedgehog, and the words became clear. “You can melt snow.”

Amy Rose looked up at her current savior with eyes full of hero worship. Her voice was syrupy with awe, “You. You can melt snow.” Her arms showed no sign of tiring as she tucked herself closer to the living weapon’s chest, sighing. “And you’re warm.”

“ANALYSIS COMPLETE: SUBJECT KNOWN AS ROSE HAS SUFFERED A COMPLETE MENTAL BREAK.  RECOMMENDATION: TERMINATE IMMEDIATELY,” Omega offered to the side, perking up at this new potential of violence.

“Nah, nah,” Sonic cut in, still chuckling, “This is classic Amy. She hates the cold. Usually trades off with Tails on these kinds of missions, but he was busy with the Rogues. Must be your lucky day, huh, Shadow?”

Shadow looked less prone to chaos controlling himself back onto the ARK where things made sense, robotic lizard monster and all, but still had every spine on edge. His eyes flickered down to the still happily sighing hedgehog attached to his form. In a still not completely level tone, he told her curtly, “Off. Now.”

Amy ignored him in favor of tucking herself more securely over his shoulder, improbable muscles barely straining to carry her own weight even with his own arms still hanging loosely at his sides. It was obvious she do this for hours. Something in Shadow’s stomach twisted at the thought. Whether it was the fact the pang wasn’t quite unpleasant or his own dislike of Sonic’s increasing likelihood to pitch into another spurt of laughter, he found himself tugging at the hands around his neck. “You’ve faced down dimensional calamities. The cold is hardly a threat to you. Now, let go."

“No use,” Sonic said, grin now a thing that stretched so far across his face it was a wonder it didn’t reach his ears. “Last time it was Big, and she didn’t get off for hours. Or was it days?” A mischievous light was in his eyes as he pretended to think on it. “But it’s not like the Ultimate Weapon can’t handle one delicate lady, right?"

Shadow narrowed his eyes at the taunt, preparing to chaos control away just to spite the blue hedgehog of a target. The figure pressed against him made a sound of dislike at the first feeling of chaos energy being collected, turning her face upward to face his.

The full might of Amy Rose’s bright, pleading eyes were unleashed upon Shadow, a sight made particularly pitiful by the way her wet quills laid stuck against her still flushed cheeks. His resolve began to falter. No. No, he wasn’t going to give— Amy’s eyes went impossibly bigger, looking to reflect the whole of his being. Shadow’s thoughts spun. He was the Ultimate Lifeform, a Living Weapon—

Amy Rose stuck her her bottom lip, trembling.  

—A glorified pack mule. Swearing to find some way to patch up his weak spot towards innocent looking girls in apparent distress, Shadow slumped his shoulders and moved to support the pink hedgehog fully. He pretended not to notice the pleased sound she let out or the way her tail was currently wagging at speeds closer Sonic’s own when chili dogs were involved.

A few feet away, Omega sulked. “ANOTHER SITUATION SOLVED BLOODLESSLY. I AM QUICKLY TIRING OF THIS PATTERN.”

“Don’t worry, big guy, I’m sure Eggman has something special for you,” Sonic said, still smiling. He looked over at Shadow. “That is, if someone isn’t too busy playing knight in shining armor. Or should we leave you two alone for a bit?”

Shadow humphed. He’d quickly moved through the stages of acclimatization and was now compartmentalizing the sensation of being in such extended close quarters. Even if the errant hum or brush of shoulders from Amy seemed to scramble those thoughts, he was still perfectly capable of dealing with the current issue.

Which was shutting Sonic up.

“What shining armor? I’m just taking a handicap,” Shadow scoffed, activating his hover boots. “We both know I’ll reach Eggman’s fortress easily in this terrain. I thought I’d at least give you a fighting chance.”

The words hit their mark and Sonic bristled. “Oh, yea? Well, eat powder!”

He launched off towards the coordinates Tails had sent them, with Shadow hot on his heels. He thought of overtaking the blue hedgehog then but passed on it. Plenty of chances in the future and he might as well give the faker a shot. Plus, the potential of harm to Amy in this current wooded area was too high.

But mostly the part about chances.

Blocking out the rest of the snowy world around her, Amy nestled closer to the radiator of warmth that was a certain soft-hearted Ultimate Lifeform. Sometimes the best ways of adapting was leaning on others. Literally.

Now to break it him this was gonna be a repeat thing…

[shadamyheadcanons]

Headcanon #62

Shadow made a habit of walking Amy home after closing time at her bakery for safety--giant hammer or not, she was a magnet for trouble, at least before they got married. Amy really enjoyed the walks, but she wondered why Shadow didn’t just teleport her home with Chaos Control.

She asked him about it for the first time on a Monday, and he said he “wanted the exercise.” She raised an eyebrow but let it go.

On Tuesday, she pointed out that he just came back from a grueling mission and couldn’t possibly need more exercise. He claimed he was “saving his energy,” as Chaos Control gets taxing. Having seen him singlehandedly teleport a giant alien ship into space without too much trouble, she doubted this but doidn’t say anything.

By Wednesday, he’d started giving his excuses by default before she could even ask. According to him, the autumn night was too comfortable to waste by teleporting past it, which Amy actually agreed with.

Thursday contradicted this, as he insisted on walking with her through the pouring rain. Luckily, Amy had brought her cute new rain boots and matching umbrella. When she excitedly pointed them out, Shadow, ever the opportunist, jumped on this as the reason they HAD to walk, so as not to waste the cute look. She pouted at his quick thinking, though she did share the umbrella with him.

On Friday night, he was bringing her to Cream’s house instead so the two girls could hang out. He “lamented” that he couldn’t teleport to a place he’d never been to before, as he couldn’t “visualize” it, or something along those lines. It sounded legitimate, but his tone was too smug to tell for sure.

He spent three months feeding her excuses for a question she already knew the answer to. By the time the snow was a foot deep and Shadow had to carry her bridal style and stubbornly force his rocket shoes through the snow, she was half impressed and half disgruntled. Not for the first time, she tried to confront the problem head-on.

“Shadow! This is ridiculous!” she shouted up at him, trying to snuggle closer to his abnormally warm body. “It’s well below freezing! My fingers are popsicles!”

Shadow kept skating, still looking ahead stubbornly. “Only about twenty minutes to go. Isn’t the cold bracing and refreshing?”

“SHADOW!!!” she snarled. Her cheeks were red from the bitter cold, but his remained the same shade as usual. “IT’S TIME TO STOP!”

“What?” he fake-shouted, looking straight ahead over her. “I can’t hear you, the thrilling winter winds are whipping too loudly.”

Amy growled. Enough. She whipped out her hammer and hooked onto his neck with it. No one ignores Amy Rose. With her impressive strength, she twisted and lifted her entire body out of his arms until she had her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his torso like a spider monkey. When she was an inch away from his face, she commanded, “Shadow. Teleport me home. NOW.”

Shadow’s cheeks matched hers this time. He nodded, eyes wider than she’d ever seen them. “C-chaos control!”

After a brief, unfamiliar pull, the two were jolted up to Amy’s door, still in their awkward position. He averted his eyes and tried to put her down, but she glared and firmly adjusted her hold, “Oh, no. You’re not going to run off yet. You still need to hang out with me.” She fished her keys out of her jacket pocket.

“But...you’re home...”

She looked at him blankly. “Shadow, we both know you only refuse to teleport because you want to spend a little more time with me each day. I’m asking you to spend it indoors with me tonight instead. Because it’s stupidly cold. Understand?”

His returning gaze was uncharacteristically shy. “So...you knew?”

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “I love you, Shadow, but you’re hopeless.” Before he had the chance to be respond, she leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Now let’s go inside. I need some hot chocolate.” His smile grew to match hers.

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((If you ever want to read a cute cold!Amy warm!Shadow fic, try Easy Chill by msrosey. It’s part of her Ultimate Wife Form series. I see you with that reference, my friend ;)

[msrosey]

shadamy: Pink Chaos Emerald

Summary: Too slow. The Ultimate Lifeform, and he had been too slow.

Links: AO3

Notes: The votes were overwhelmingly for shadamy cuddles, but I think I’ve been too nice lately....so say hello to door number three - ANGST.

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After the initial blast of light, there’s a moment where everything is quiet. A dull pounding makes its way through his skull and crescendos into a cacophony of pain as Shadow lifts himself from the floor’s rubble on shaking fists. Once up, he just stares blankly at the empty space in the laboratory before him.  

A blue streak - “Shadow? Shadow, that you? I heard the explosion, is everything alright?”

Shadow can’t focus his eyes at the shifting blue figure beside him, gaze caught by the room’s lack of other inhabitants. His hands are shaking and several fingers are most certainly broken. He barely feels it. His chest feels like it's been hollowed out with a spoon. 

“Hey—Shadow? Anybody there?” 

“Shadow!”

“Sonic, you’re here!”

More voices crowd around him, blurs of pink and yellow and Shadow can’t move. The dust clears enough that he can survey the area before him, a mess of broken glass and bent metal mixed with the rubble of stone and — a flash of gold and red. 

A surge of self-loathing rips through Shadow and he sucks in a stale breath, wanting to bend in two from the force of the feeling. Someone must note his distress because there’s a hand on his shoulder, the one not hanging limp and useless at his side, and a soft voice in his ear

“Shadow, are you alright? You’re starting to scare me,” the voice says, caring and soft enough that he blinks a little of his numbness away, only for it to come flooding back once the figure becomes clear. Not her. 

Rogue looks as worried as he’s ever seen her. “Did something happen? Shadow?”

He opens his mouth to answer but the words die on his lips, heart stuttering at the thought of verbalizing what has happened. What he’s failed to do. Couldn’t even fess up to the consequences of his actions, never good enough to protect—

An odd noise fills the air and it takes a moment for Shadow to realize it’s coming from him, but by that moment he’s already broken free from those around him and is now digging frantically in the rubble. His useless arm screams at every movement but he blocks it out like the voices behind him, tossing away bent rebar and brittle concrete alike to get to the item trapped within. 

“Shadow…”

“W-whats going on, Sonic?"

“Okay. He’s gone nuts. Who else saw this coming?” The callousness of the words themselves are offset by the concern in the speaker’s voice and Shadow wants to tell them all to shut up. 

He doesn’t want concern. He doesn’t want care. He doesn’t want to fucking exist anymore if he’s responsible for another—

The last piece of rubble is cleared away and Shadow stills, just as everyone else takes the hint and follows. 

There’s a low voice, “Is that Amy’s…”

The sound of her name, the very intonation of it is enough for Shadow to snap, pounding a broken fist against the ground and gritting his teeth so hard he can feel his jaw lock. It’s still not enough, not nearly enough, a fool’s levee to the flood of disgust and shame that well up at the knowledge that…it's the last time that name will ever be used in the current tense. 

It takes a few more moment for things to sink in. There’s a slow intake of breath, a choked sob, a soft, “No…”

Then Shadow doesn’t hear much of anything because he’s being slammed against the crumbling foundations by a furious savior of the planet. “What happened?”

Sonic eyes are manic, alight with that special flame of theirs that only sparks when his close circle are threatened. His voice is low, “What did you do, Shadow? Huh?” He slams Shadow against another wall, this one on the far side of the laboratory, speed taking him seconds. “Where’s Amy?”

Shadow lets himself be pushed around, sharp corners of the wall digging into every bruise and cut he’s sustained and it’s still not enough. He keeps his face placid as the other hedgehog’s fury only builds. He knows he deserves this. He wants it to be worse.

“Sonic, stop! Please! Come back!” 

Shadow doesn’t break his gaze from Sonic’s, watching as the hedgehog’s face shifted between righteous anger to desperate hope to a shuttered look of absolute betrayal that he sends towards Shadow just as he lets go. It’s an ugly emotion Shadow knows he deserves. He focuses on it as the blue hedgehog races back to his friends. 

Shadow just lets gravity do its work and falls to the ground, leaning back against the crumbling wall. He wishes gravity would finish the job and send him as low as he felt, but there’s consequences to be suffered through. And he’s never been a coward. 

He closes his eyes but can never do the same with his ears, picking up every word of the hushed conversation at the other end of the ruined laboratory. 

“It’s her hammer….but where is Amy? And the jewel...” 

A sniffle. Shadow tenses his muscles suddenly. He hadn't even realized the young rabbit was here. Another spectator to his failure, this one a complete innocent whose mind is undoubtedly being warped beyond repair. The hollow ache in his chest grows. 

Cream’s voice is small, "Mr. Sonic, was there ever a pink chaos emerald?”

The silence is her only answer. Shadow knows he’ll have to speak soon, share what he knows of Eggman’s latest plot to harness Chaos energy in physical form and how he’d planned to use the Ultimate Life Form as his first test subject, for his chaos affinity and superior genetics. 

Heh. Some Ultimate Lifeform. 

An Ultimate Lifeform that couldn’t even break out of a simple energy field. An Ultimate Lifeform whose bones had broken easily enough under the weight of Amy’s hammer, when she’d used it to launch him free from the containment pod just seconds before the Chaos laser had gone off. An Ultimate Lifeform too weak to make it those final few steps back in time to move her out of the way of the now armed cannon.

Shadow clenches his wrecked fists, screwing his face up in a look of sheer self-loathing. The Ultimate Lifeform. Too slow. Too fucking slow. That is what the Ultimate Lifeform was. Or maybe a living weapon is the better thing to call him. 

Has always been the better thing to call him. 

The breath that leaves Shadow then is shaky, but only a pale echo of the grief choked sobs echoing from the other side of the lab. That are his fault, indiscriminate weapon that he is. He forces himself to listen to every gasp, every tear soaked hiccup, eyes pressed so tight he can pretend they aren't wet. He knows he has to get up, talk to them, accept his lashes, but there’s an image blazoned on the back of his eyelids he can’t seem to break away from. An image he’ll carry with him always, every time he blinks, every time he rests, every time he dares lower his guard. A look. The look. 

The look that had been on her face as she’d turned and realized what was about to happen, the brief moment her eyes met his. The hauntingly familiar expression in them. 

Acceptance.

Shadow wishes the people in his life he would die to protect would stop doing the same for him.

[msrosey]

maybe another winter themed🥺? shadow knows how amy feels about the cold and mayybe takes initiative or is more used to her being clingy bc of it?

Slight follow up to this, but can be read separately. Also, it’s just fluff. I’m capable of very little else. AO3 link, for those inclined. 

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Of all the things you could accuse Shadow of being, Amy never thought affectionate would be one of them. Or maybe it was more touch-feely? Cuddly?

No.

Not cuddly, Amy decided, if only because the thought of stringing together his name with that word made her feel slightly ill. Or maybe that was just the result of spending nearly three days camping out in the snowy wilds.

Amy had been just as surprised as everyone else when Shadow had gone with her on this scouting mission, more so because that meant he followed the original plan and Shadow never followed plans. He followed the biggest threat and Sonic was off dealing with that.

Ergo, he should have been following Sonic. This mission was just one of those basic update-surrounding-townships on the latest intel and processes for defending themselves agains badniks, all while training a couple interested recruits on self defense. Amy had assumed that she’d have to fill his spot with Big the Cat after he bailed, or a few other backups - Silver had been one, if he jumped back from the future in time (Hah) - but of all the things to plan for, she didn’t plan for this.

Shadow. Listening to orders.

Sighing, Amy straightened out the rest of her bedroll in the back of the cave she’d found. It’s not like it was a bad thing, it was just…strange. She’d been sure getting him to continue carrying her in the cold would be an ordeal, but she’d also been prepared with tough it out with big puppy eyes and strategic mentions of the M-word. She’d ended up needing neither as Shadow had, without prompting, continued to pick her up after every stop in the snow. And piggybacking her during fights so she could use her hammer.

And then, when the mission was done, he’d almost seemed…reluctant? To let go?

Amy hadn’t been exactly sure what that slight squeeze had been, when she’d told him he could let her go after the fight, but it wasn’t anything she had a good answer for. And in typical Amy Rose fashion, she was very happy to ignore it in favor of things that fit her world view. Maybe her feminine wiles were just better than she thought?

A sudden burst of heat beside her alerted her of Shadow’s arrival. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, past the mouth of the cave. “We’re too close to Eggman territory. No fire tonight,” he said matter-of-factly.

Amy let out a long groan.“But it’s cold!” His look stayed uncaring and she changed tactics, pouting. "Can’t we just take out the Eggman troops and camp in the base? The warm base.”

Shadow shot her an unimpressed look, saying, “Not unless you want to draw attention to the surrounding towns. Besides, it’s a robot base. No heating.”

Stupid Eggman and his failure to prepare for chill-prone hedgehogs in need of shelter. Amy sighed, falling back onto her bedroll. Her absurdly thin bedroll that was in no way enough to keep her from shivering through the night. If only she had the same metabolism as Shadow, that would be nice. Being her own portable heater, and with snow melting shoes! Eyes closed, Amy snorted. She could only wish.

Something moved beside her and Amy froze. Was that…?

“Up,” said that’s voice, and Amy complied if only because she wasn’t sure if this was part of some Eggman trick. Were his metal versions that good now, to trick her? No, they couldn’t be, she realized, if only because the arm snaking around her middle was anything but steel. The lap she was summarily hoisted up and placed into was also not same metallic cold as a badnik. And the long breath that brushed the spines on the top of her head loose was definitely not exhaust from an Eggman creation.

No, this was Shadow. Shadow, Ultimate Life Form, self-proclaimed living weapon, oddly un-reluctant portable heater, and now—

Big spoon.

Even as Amy’s mind reeled at the current goings-on, her chilled body was all too happy to sink back into the warm of his fur. Wow, he really was a sauna. And this was oddly nice. And she had just been concerned about freezing to death in her sleep, so really, wasn’t this the lesser of two evils? Er, outcomes? Amy shuffled back into his arms. He really was warm. And offering, with very little badgering or nagging on her part. She never really saw him touching anyone else, so maybe he was just…unfamiliar with the usual boundaries? Not that she was complaining!

Amy yawned as the insane heat radiating from him began to sink through her clothes. Even with Shadow as a ride, more than a little bit of cold had made its way into her bones. The wind chill from speeding through mountains hadn’t helped, although she’d assured him multiple times it was better than having to slough through the snow drifts herself. He’d been such a worry-wart, lately. And wasn’t that a word she never would’ve thought to associate with the Ultimate Life form.

In the last moments before sleep claimed her, Amy could admit it was kind of nice. Someone caring about the little things. She closed her eyes as he started to move a little, too far gone to complain. If he changed his mind about being her heater, he had to shove her limp unconscious body off on his own.

He adjusted his hold very little in the end, only succeeding in making it…tighter? Almost...a squeeze? A light sigh tickled her ear, making it flick. So slight it could’ve been her imagination, Amy felt Shadow's muscle loosen up, his entire frame growing less tense. She hid her smile in her hair.

Total cuddler.

[msrosey]

Ok- What if Shadow was Good and Amy was anti. Would Amy be the one who makes first moves or is it still Shadow?

This spawned far too much world building, i apologize in advance 

- set during the Dark Arms invasion, with the usual anti-Amy behavior where she hates Sonic and has her trusty warhammer. Twisting her a little bit so she’s not as childish, but still as messed up. Reminder that anti-Amy goes as Rosy the Rascal!  

- there’s no official anti-Shadow, so let’s just say the canon divergence here was that Maria /didn’t/ die via GUN raid and instead lived a longer life that was ultimately cut short by her condition. Shadow then never gains his gloom and doom persona and instead is more of a caretaker to her, albeit one with a MAJOR guilt complex for his creation not being able to cure her, and went in suspended animation until the Black Comet returns. 

Now onto the show!

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AO3, for those that prefer! 

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 Of all the things Rosy thought would end the world, alien invasion had been worrying low on her list. Inter-dimensional police force with the proper permits to take them all in? Pfft, sure. That freak echnida deciding the best way to destroy the emeralds was to blow up the planet? Wouldn’t have bet money on it, but why not? Even the idea of one of Robotnik’s helper bots going postal was more likely then, well—this. 

From the flying headquarters, Rosy could see the plumes of smoke rising from patches of scorched city. Flying dark specters zoomed over the land below, all light cast in a bloody sheen from the planetary sized comet hanging in the sky. 

She pressed closer to the glass, smiling at the view. Red always was her favorite—

“Amy,” a voice snapped behind her, haughty and suffocatingly uptight. Like the little twerp it belonged to. Rosy rolled her eyes. Still, she turned and gave the fox her signature crooked smile.

“Tails,” Rosy crooned, leaning against her green war hammer. “I was just stopping to smell the sulphur flowers. Something up?"

The fox looked annoyed, but Rosy knew that was typical for the stuck-up brat. “You may address me as Miles. Have you been paying attention to the meeting at all?"

Rosy batted her lashes, fixing her gaze on him and ignoring the crowd of people around the conference room. “Of course, Tails. Alien invasion. Comet’s gonna destroy the planet. Yada-yada-yada, I’m not good enough to fix it myself!” At the last part she mimicked talking with her hand in the fox’s signature serious tone. 

Miles narrowed his eyes, but didn’t rise to the bait. Boring. “Yes, this endeavor will require all of our strengths in order to succeed. And you’re aware of your part in the mission?”

A tingle ran down her back at the reminder, putting every single spine on edge. Rosy's grin turned manic. “Yep! I’m gonna hurt Sonic! Mangle him, bash him, crush him up, up, up!”

“Quite,” Miles said, raising a brow. “Your portion is critical, since as long as Sonic is guarding the remaining Beryl for Black Death on Demon Island, our plan stands little chance of succeeding.”

Thoughts of brutally maiming the hedgehog of her nightmares spun around Rosy's head, making her feel flushed. The planet’s destruction was one thing, and a thing she didn’t care much about, but Sonic— Well, the end of the world just wouldn’t feel right if he wasn’t absolutely bloody destroyed. She would have just tried on her own, as she always did, but these Black Arms were quite the heavy customers...and who was she do decline an offer from Miles Prowler to step aboard his exclusive gunship? 

He gathered an interesting group as well. Her gaze trailed over to the museum curator, Rogue, whose poofy purple dress was splattered in the green blood of the aliens. Probably had a fun run in with them when they were going for the last stash of emeralds in the Central Museum. Besides her was Knuckles, whose drive to destroy all the emeralds would have made him a genuine threat…if he wasn’t such a total wimp. Vanilla though, Rose knew she’d have to keep an eye on. As if to prove it, the leather clad rabbit was already looking at her, permanent sneer fixed on her scarred face. 

Ugh, assassins. Always so eager to intimidate. Rose rolled her eyes as Miles. The rabbit had eyes on her for a while, which would account for why Rosy had been so on edge since setting foot on the ship…unless, of course her internal tracking was picking up—

From beside her, someone cleared his throat. 

“Um, excuse me, Sir Prowler?” Doctor Kintobor was already wringing his hands, voice trembling. “I understand that the Black Arms need to be defeated, but maybe we can just…move them to another planet? I do so hate causing any harm to a sentient…um, sentient species. They do deserve to live too...”

Miles looked about to cause harm, but also like he severely doubted that the doctor was sentient. “Their lives are not worth more than our own. And this Black Comet of theirs threatens that. Or do you have a better plan, Doctor, hmm? Maybe ask them nicely to commit genocide in the next solar system?”

Doctor Kintobor flushed at the laughter that filled the room. “Oh, um, I suppose.”

“Besides, we have it on good intel that the Dark Arms have planned this invasion for some time. They will not be easily dissuaded and we only have one real source on their behavior,” Miles continued, casting a dark eye around the room, “And on that note…” His eyes landed on hers. Rosy tensed. “Vanilla, restrain her."

Rosy barely had enough time to call out cowards before the floppy eared assassin tackled her down, breaking her connection with her hammer. Metal clasps rose from the floor and locked her in place, leaving her to thrash. Beryl enforced metal, cause he was a wimp. Stupid Tails and his stupid inventions! 

“Apologies for the rough treatment, but we all know you can handle it,” Miles continued, posture immaculate. “And we couldn’t take the risk of you attacking our next guest.”

Touching her. People were touching her! Rosy struggled against the rabbit holding her down, baring full fangs at the room. 

“Um, maybe we should be, a little nicer…?” Rosy heard Dr. Kintober say weakly. “We do need her to take out Sonic and help defeat the Black Arms.”

“Correction,” Miles said cooly, “We need her and our guest to do that. And she already has a proven violent predisposition towards those of his species. You can see how we'd rather not take the risk, Doctor.”

Species...

Rosy’s head swam as the pieces began to connect themselves. She knew she’d felt something, she knew, knew, knew, one of them was on this ship. A— 

The doors of the gunship conference room opened and a familiar silhouette filled the doorway. 

“Sonic!” Rosy roared, bucking the assassin off her with one sharp movement. Her hammer flew across the room and slammed into her chains, breaking them into so many fine pieces. Emeralds, Beryl, whatever you called them, always were weak against some solid willpower. Rosy launched herself over the table and towards the figure, weapon in hand. Her mind raced with thoughts of the extra special smash she’d been saving up for him.

Just as Rosy got close enough to really savor the impending violence, a bright purple light filled the air. And when it disappeared, so did the rest of the room.

She blinked her eyes, rubbing hard as she found herself…atop the gunship? Tail’s stupid Anticyclone. Wind buffeted her sideways and Rosy dig her hammer into the steel hull to keep balance. How did—

“Sorry to alarm you, but a fight inside would have crashed the gunship,” someone said behind her. Rosy spun, launching out with her hammer. The hedgehog - because it was a hedgehog, her instincts were always right - only moved, speeding away on…hover boots?

“Aw, did you get some new toys, Sonic?” Rosy cooed, crouching low to keep from sliding off the ship. Stupid Tails was starting evasive maneuvers. How cute. “You know how I love breaking your new toys.”

“I am not Sonic—“

“But you’re a hedgehog!”

She rushed forward at the next tilt of the ship, this time managing to surprise him enough to get close. Then another purple light and he was gone. Rosy pouted, turning to look around the surface of the ship. “No fun, disappearing all the time. Don’t you want to play?"

Something dark zipped by her, knocking her hammer from her hands. Rosy watched it sail over the edge of the gunship, disappearing in the grey smoke fumes below. “Hey!”

The blur came to a stop a few feet away, his form more clear. A black and red hedgehog, although with spines a little too raised to be her Sonic’s, even with another of his color switches. Rosy glared. “That wasn’t nice! I just wanted to hurt you!” 

The hedgehog looked at her with odd eyes, tilting his head. “Why?”

Rosy made a face. “Why, what?”

“Why do you want to hurt me? Is it because I resemble this Sonic of yours?” His voice was even, betraying none of his emotions. It put Rosy on edge. No one was that calm without a plan. He continued, “What has this Sonic done to inspire such vengeance? To drive you to violence? Is he worth it?”

“Worth…” Rosy wasn’t sure whether to laugh or attack him for those words. So she did both. “Who cares about worth!"

The dark hedgehog only dodged her punches, keeping that same face of unruffled intent. “So you attack for the sake of it? For…fun?”

Now he sounded like that wuss echnida. Pacifist was just another word for coward. Rosy snarled. “Stop running away! I hate it when you run away. Stand and fight me, already!”

“No,” he said simply, ducking another attack. “Because I’m not your enemy. Why is Sonic?” 

Why was—why was—Sonic? Now Rosy did laugh, this time pausing her assault to do so. Why was Sonic her enemy? Why? In this horrible dimension where everything went wrong, someone actually had the nerve to ask why? An odd empty feeling filled her gut. 

Why was a stupid question to ask about enemies. How was always the more enlightening. Memories began to trickle in, images of a burning forest and screaming hoglets. Memories she’d long ago forced herself to forget. Her fists clenched. The answer ripped itself from her throat—

“Because he’s Sonic!”

This time her attack took him by surprise, and he only barely managed to slide out of the way on his stupid cheat hover boots. Her fist left a distinct imprint on the hull of the ship and Rosy could faintly hear Miles cursing a blue streak from the pilot deck. Whoopsie, another toy smacked around by an uncaring hedgehog. 

She thought he’d be used to it by now.

The memories roused by the thought only fueled her rage. Not her normal simmer, no, this time it was tinged with that ugly empty desperation from so long ago. Rosy flew at the hedgehog again, screaming. “Because he never takes anything seriously!”

Another kick, this time sloppy enough that he had more than enough time to move out of the way. Rosy slipped in the empty space where he'd just been, falling a sharp ways down the hull until she managed to launch herself back up. The lack of contact with him was beginning to grate, remind her of the times when…

“Because he’d ruin everything and just keep running from it!” It was getting darker, her steps harder to place. Meanwhile the other hedgehog looked as if he could do this all day with his stupid cheating hover boots and weird emerald powers. He didn’t even look as if he’d broke a sweat. 

Just like—

Amy-Rosy-Rosy cried out as swung again, “Because he ruined everything and wouldn’t even take me seriously!”

That caused something to bloom on the other hedgehog’s face, but Rosy was past the niceties of taunting. And that had been quite enough stalling. She feinted for his legs - stupid, stupid hedgehog legs - and just as he leapt out of the way, she grinned. He caught it, frowning in response, just in time for her hammer to soar from the clouds below and catch him.

In the gut.

Rosy grinned. Always nice to get a little cheap shots in. That always managed to humble a hedgehog. He fell back, sliding against the entirety of the ship’s top hull. Her hammer still with him, only to return to her open hand. She smiled at the sight of him laid low. “Aw, was that too good an answer for you?”

He groaned. Rosy giggled a little, flush with pride. From here she could almost pretend it was Sonic, finally stopped. What a thought. She leaned against her hammer, still smiling. “Let me give you some advice, new hedgehog. People are basically awful and are always going to find a reason to hurt others. You might as well stop giving them chances."

The gunship swerved again, but Rosy moved with it, making an odd little dance towards the hedgehog. He was already rising, but that was fine. That just meant she could smash him some more. She readied her warhammer as she got close, humming a senseless tune, “And pop goes your—“

The world went sideways. Rosy had enough time to catch the brief sight of long ears flapping - how did all of them know how to fly with no wings! Cheats! - just as she was kicked off the edge of the gunship. She dug in her hammer on the side, metal screeching, but there wasn’t enough side left. Vanilla’s stern face looked down at her as she fell.

No fun, Rosy thought, I didn’t even get to break Sonic first.

Her ears popped at the pressure of air around her and Rosy felt her gaze track over to the giant comet in the sky, still glowing. What a lovely color. At least her last sight would be —

Red.

Red eyes staring right at her, an odd look in them that Rosy hadn’t seen for longer than she could remember. The hedgehog was just above her, so close she could see the sweat flying from his brow His spines were being blown astray and his hover boots were struggling to boost him forward but still, his face was determined. He had her hammer in one hand and the other hand, outstretched...towards her.

Rosy only stared. 

There was no—no reason—saving her? Her? No one had ever—

His fangs were bared in strain as he stretched his arm further. 

Just as they broke the cloud cover and the gunship was almost just a dot in the sky, Rosy found herself doing something she hadn’t done since she was a hoglet and watched her entire family burn because of a mad boy’s boredom. 

She reached out for help. 

His face seemed to turn more determined at that, lunging forward with another roar of flames from his hover boots. Hand trembling, her gloves barely brushed his before—

A bright purple light filled everything she could see and Rosy blinked to find herself back on the gunship, this time in the conference room. The near abandoned conference room. She watched Dr. Kintober duck behind a chair with a squeak. Normally she’d punish such overt wimpiness, but instead Rosy just stared at the hand still holding hers. 

“Here,” he offered, holding out her hammer, “Sorry I had to borrow your weapon, a jump like that required more chaos energy than I had.”

Rosy blinked as she accepted it. Giving her hammer back? The one she’d just used to crack several of his ribs. The question was on her lips before she even realized, “Why?” 

He seemed to realize her question was not quite about the hammer, judging by the light in his eyes. Rosy wasn’t sure if she’d ever seen that before, a gaze so…soft. Calm. As if it carried an infinite patience capable only of someone who truly—cared? 

An odd thrum set itself up in Rosy’s chest, like the beating of an organ that had long ago turned hard.  

“Because,” he said, “I made a promise a long time ago to give everyone a chance. And it looked like you needed one.”

Rosy opened her mouth to say something, not exactly sure what, only for the conference room door to slide open. More than several guns pointed out from the doorway. “Step away from Shadow the Hedgehog, Amy Rose! If you do not comply, we will be forced to shoot!”

The dark hedgehog in question scowled at this, turning towards the doorway. “I told you I had this handled! There’s no need for anyone to get hurt.”

“You got hurt,” Rosy pointed out. A strange feeling accompanied the words, an unfamiliar clench in her gut.

The hedgehog - Shadow? - didn’t even look away from the nozzles of the gun, still firmly planting himself between them and her as he answered, “I’m a living weapon. It doesn’t matter.”

Rosy furrowed her brow, something about his words hitting her weirdly. She didn’t…like them? She also didn’t like the guns, but somehow the fact that they were pointing at him was…bad? 

Well, only one way to fix that.

Huffing, Rosy shoved past him, moving to the front of the conference room. The guns followed her only to pause when she did, sitting herself into the chair originally marked for her. There was a short silence.

“Well? Don’t we got an alien invasion to stop?” Rosy called out, crossing her arms. She pouted at the clear sounds of disbelief from beyond the doorway, only stopped by Shadow clearing his throat. 

“Yes, there’s new intel we need to review. It’s rather time sensitive,” he said, folding his arms and managing to look like he'd hadn't just returned from an impromptu skydive. Rosy touched her own spines in a rush of insecurity, flattening the ones that stuck out the most. How did his already go back to normal? 

Rogue was the first to come out, tripping oddly over the first step. Rosy paused from her grooming to snort. Knuckles probably pushed her, the wuss. He got his comeuppance by being the next shoved through the doorway, courtesy of Miles. Who was still brandishing his gun. She raised a hand and wiggled her fingers at him. He sneered. Lovely kid.

Dr. Kintober slowly rose from under the desk, still shaking. He looked between her and Shadow quickly, something calculating in his gaze. Rosy shot him a sickly smile that sent him ducking back behind his chair to hide. Nice to see she still had it. 

As everyone began to filter in, with the obvious lack of Vanilla who likely knew better than to show her face so soon, Rosy slumped back in her seat and resolved to watch the proceedings. All were sending her strange looks she ignored, except for one. 

Shadow’s face was cast in an odd sheen from the sky outside and Rosy found herself holding her breath when his eyes passed over hers. The light made his eyes glow stronger, that same rare softness staring back at her. He gave her a small smile as the seconds stretched on and Rosy turned away sharply, blood pumping fast. 

Miles continued with his plan and Rosy ignored the odd suspicious glance at her, mind too busy picking apart the swarm of thoughts raging in her head. Red was always the color of destruction, of violence and rage and —

So why was the red of his eyes soothing?

[msrosey]

Fic Requests/Prompts Open!

Still open! Working on a couple now, but I do so love to pile on the fun. OR in a fun twist, I have a couple older drabbles written if you’d like to pick your poison: 

Door Number One (1): Another Convoluted AU! (AU!Amy never meets Sonic! So drama!) 

Door Number Two (2): Shadamy...but make them cuddle

Door Number Three (3): I Long For Pain (Angst. Anngsstttt. Find Shadow’s weak points and piko hammer into them repeatedly.) Posted! 

[msrosey]

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Just realized I had! replies! To my fic! Which I will now respond to! Thank you guys!! <3 ✧✧˖°

Winter-Themed!Shadamy (1) 

@polnareffsmassivebarasizedboobs You. You get it. 

@dragonwry​ You ALSO get it. Omega is actually my ultimate favorite, and I will slip him x violence into as many fics as possible. Especially since I didn’t end up delivering here. And YES here we STAN SONIC, I hope to keep delivering that exact kind of Sonic! I love all these characters, I just /especially/ want Shadow and Amy to hang out, ya dig? 

Winter-Themed!Shadamy (2) 

@shadamygirl​ <33333 Glad you approve!! 

@dragonwry​ YES YOU ABSOLUTELY GET IT. Shadow is That Touch Starved Bitch™  and I always thought once someone got him a little out of his shell, he would be so desperate for more. And yes. Absolutely their relationship would come as a surprise to them both, and it would be /hilarious/. The name of the game for shadamy is that everyone else figures it out before them and...that gives me a fic idea...

Good!Shadow/Anti!Amy

@shadamygirl​ ;)))) I love my Super Angsty Plot Set Ups, what can i say 

@dragonwry​ Yessss absolutely, their dynamic because of the switched roles would be totally different! Like regular Amy is absolutely FERAL, remove the constraints of polite society and ??? Wild Child For Real. And then a Shadow that was socialized without a super traumatic event? And with Maria constantly telling him his purpose is to protect others/save the world? Soft Boy. The Ultimate Soft Boy. The only thing that makes me sad about this AU is that this will not end well.....And I tried to make the AU more Anti! world set in IDW verse (no mention of mobians), but my Sonic foundation was indeed the archie comics, so I am rather stuck there! 

[msrosey]

me, finding out there’s a FULL resurgence of the sonic fandom and shadamy shippers on this very Tumblr Dot Com: 

(blame @lonelysadblob​)