#shadow the hedgehog x y/n

[faun-the-fawn77]

GHOST

"Want them wearing leather begging, let me be your taste test."

Shadow x F!Human!Reader Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: SMUT, oral sex(f receiving), squirting, fingering, Shadow is the king of aftercare Desc: Living next to your older brother wasn't always ideal, considering the three chaos bringers he brought in decided to bug you at any given moment. Doesn't help that on the latest "Save the world" mission had them bringing along a new member to the chaotic household. And damnit, is he one handsome alien.

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Today was a lot cooler in temperature. Fall was beginning to creep its way into the current season with temperature drops in the evening and the leaves starting to turn. You'd think living in Montana would be hell with the hot summers but the autumn and spring seasons made it worth the stay.

Plus, you get to live next to your older brother, Tom Wachowski. You thought you would be the only chaos in his and his wife's, Maddie, life. You were always up to some prank. Painting their house bright yellow, wrapping their car in saran wrap, or coloring their lawn neon pink.

Prank wars seemed to happen quite often between the two of you, so when Sonic crashed into Tom and Maddie's life, the chaos seemed to never end. Outnumbered and down a super-sonic alien, you called it quits. Tom never let you live it down.

Soon enough, your brother took in another two, who were now Sonic's brothers. Tails seemed to always be there for your tech problems and Knuckles was the best to help lift whatever needed lifting.

The kids were the best things to happen to the town. Always helping the community in one way or another. Their quirks and confidence infecting the residents of Green Hills, Montana.

When the latest mission had concluded, with the heart attack that was your brother ending up in the hospital, you didn't expect another stray to end up with your brother's growing family. You had prepared Sonic's 'Bearthday' party for the others that were coming back from the hospital. They had left on such short notice, you decided to be a 'good sister' for once and set up the party.

Humming to yourself while decorating the cake, you didn't expect a tap on your back. Whipping around to face the person, you looked to see a hedgehog you've never met before. He was black from head to toe with blood red highlights in his quills and around his eyelids. He was a bit less bulky than Knuckles but buffer than Sonic. And very, weirdly hot.

"Oh! You startled me! I- uh, how can I help you?" The frosting tube in your hand was leaking slowly, the blue treat threatening to drop onto the white tiled floor of the kitchen.

He looked you dead in the eye, his lips twitching in amusement. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of burnt umber. They were full of curiosity and a bit of smugness. Probably because he managed to startle you.

"Sonic wished for me to introduce myself to you. I am Shadow." His voice was smooth like the richest of milk chocolate. If you could, you would bottle up the voice and have it replay in your head forever.

You held out your free hand to him, saying, "I'm (Y/N)! It's nice to meet you! Sorry that Sonic forced you to come introduce yourself to me. He is a little pushy but I've learned to deal with it, only because I know he cares deeply for his family."

He hummed, taking your small hand in his gloved one. Your heart was pounding a million miles a minute. Despite the gloves, he held your hand like it was the most fragile thing on this planet.

"I've noticed. He also failed to mention how beautiful you are," he spoke with a low voice. Your cheeks ignited in heat, the feeling creeping throughout your entire body. You could practically feel the smugness radiating from the dark hedgehog. Your hand was shaking in his hold, having failed to let his hand go.

A lump seemed to be stuck in your throat as you spoke, "I-um, thank you! You're very ho- handsome! Very handsome." Your voice was shaking. You weren't used to someone being this bold yet gentlemanly.

Now, Shadow was not a very bold or direct hedgehog when it came to feelings. In fact, romantic or sexual feelings were something he has never felt. Maria was his best friend and any female working at the horrid lab was always a sour sight. When he had first shown up with the strange family, he didn't expect Sonic to get excited and push the dark hedgehog to meet this '(Y/N)'. He honestly thought that this person was just as stupid and, perhaps, brave as the rest of them.

Walking into the brightly lit kitchen, he quietly took in the sound of her voice humming to a song he didn't know. Her back was to him so he could only see the curve of her hips and the curls of her hair crawling down her back. She was rather short for an adult human, especially compared to how tall Tom was.

He truly didn't mean to startle her but, the look of shock and the little gasp from her throat had the corners of his mouth twitching into a faint smirk. She was absolutely breath-taking. Her hair framed her rounded face perfectly. Eyes were bright and such a pretty shade of (E/C). And, oh her lips. Her bottom lip was a bit puffy from biting down on it while trying to frost the cake and they were shining in the fluorescent lights from licking them.

He knew what he was feeling was arousal. While Maria did show him the romantic comedies, Shadow sought out for more books or movies lying around in the lab. Some of those incompetent workers seemed to have good taste in literature. '50 Shades of Grey' was definitely one of the more interesting finds in the lab.

His flirting was subpar at best. Everything he knew was based from movies and books. Considering he also didn't have a grasp on human emotions or even his own, he couldn't tell right away how his words and voice were affecting the poor woman.

The smell of her arousal was what hit him first. His gaze snapped onto hers, seeing her pupils dilate. Her hands were sweating and shaking. Actually, her whole body was shaking.

"How about we go somewhere more private?"

Your bed couldn't have been further away at this point. The walk to your house would have been a long one but, luckily for you, Shadow can just teleport. A dizzying experience but very much worth it for what was about to happen.

Never, in your 20 something years of living, did you think you would be in bed with an alien who was definitely old enough to be your dad. While no man has ever seemed to catch your interest, you honestly wondered if it was time to give up on the whole dating thing. Tom had wanted you to find someone as well, especially now that he and Maria are married. you know he just wants you to be happy and not so alone all the time but, you were just fine with your life as is.

Looking at Shadow, who was now looking around your bedroom with interest at the posters and knick knacks you had, you could feel a smile creeping its way onto your face. Maybe, just maybe, this was a sign that fate didn't hate you. That you truly will not be alone for the rest of your life. You didn't even notice Shadow looking at you now, his gaze looking you up and down with a smile tugging at his own lips as well.

"Interesting room. I've always thought you woman preferred a more feminine touch to what's yours but, seeing how different you all are is truly a wonder. Maria had her room full of gadgets and dresses. Yours feels more...homely," his voice wavered at the mention of Maria. You didn't know who that was but you also knew that he or Sonic would explain it to you at some point.

You smile and walk over to the record player he was looking at with hidden curiosity. Gesturing him over, you flipped the lid open. The disc that was in previously was a Sabrina Carpenter album.

"Pick whatever seems interesting to you. We can play it while we...talk," your voice lowering at the end. Shadow looked from you to the records in the space under the table. Running a gloved hand over the cases, he finally chose a Chase Atlantic album.

You quickly put the record in and carefully laid the needle on the disc. The first few notes of 'Swim' came from the speakers. You grabbed the hedgehogs hand and pulled him to your queen-sized bed.

"Interesting choice of music, Shadow. Are you sure all you want to do is talk?" You were still holding his hand, your other now rested on his shoulder and slowly inching towards the back of his neck.

A shudder ran down his spine at the sensual touch. You could practically hear his heart pounding in his furry chest. Leaning your head by his, you whispered in his ear, "Or, would you rather try something new?"

And suddenly a flip was switched. Shadow had you on your back in seconds, his hands cupping your heated cheeks and kissing the life out of you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you brought him closer, pressing him more into you and reciprocating the heated kiss. You dragged your tongue along his bottom lip, the piercing in it causing a hum to purr through his chest.

Grinding hips together, arousal pooled in your panties. You didn't have time to feel embarrassed that you were dressed in sweats and an old t-shirt covered in years worth of different hair dye colors. Your underwear was at least cute enough for this. A lacy black thong and a black bra covered in a spider web design.

His hands made their way down your body, caressing you with such a gentle touch. It was almost like he was afraid to hurt you. His gloves were scratchy, preventing him from being able to feel just how soft your skin was. They were on your hips under your baggy shirt, lifting it slowly to reveal what you had hidden.

You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back a bit. A bit winded from nonstop kissing, you gently led your hands down to meet his. Looking into his eyes, you murmured softly, "Can you take these off?" You tugged on his gloves. He seemed to still for a moment, thinking.

He sat back on your thighs, taking his gloves off. His hands were very paw-like with the pads on his fingertips and the palm of his hands. His claws were black with fading red nail polish, pointed and dangerous like him.

You grabbed his hands softly, feeling the fur, and putting them back on your hips which put him hovering over you again.

"Don't think too hard about this, Shadow. Do what you feel is right and I'll help." With that, he crashed his lips back onto yours. His hands, now uncovered, were roaming around your midsection and slowly going up towards your breasts. Lips trailed down from your mouth, to your jaw, to the crook of your neck. Love bites started to bloom in the areas he was nipping at. Moans escaped your throat at the thought of his marks being left in places for everyone to see for the next few days. His canines were grazing cautiously against your soft skin with each kiss and lick to your neck and collarbone.

Clenching a fist in his quills, you urged him towards your neck more, wanting him to pierce the flesh with his fangs. You didn't think he'd pick up the message but, boy were you wrong. He licked a little stripe in the spot a bit under your ear on your neck before sinking his canines into it. You shot a hand up to cover the borderline pornographic moan that just escaped your mouth. Shadow was quick to grab your wrist and remove your hand, wanting to hear the beautiful sounds you were making.

Running his tongue along the punctures, he pulled away and grumbled out lowly, "Don't even think about doing that shit again. I want to hear just how good I'm making you feel, sweetheart." And with that, he went back down, trailing his kisses from your sternum to right above the waistline of your sweats. His fingers curled around the edges of them, teasingly pulling at them.

You groaned, "Shadow, please."

He smirked, finally yanking down the baggy pants to reveal the sluttiest pair of panties he had ever laid eyes on. He stared for a second before, quite literally, ripping the raggedy shirt you had on to see you had a matching bra to go with. Never has he been this aroused, even during his ruts. You were breath-takingly gorgeous. You could've fooled him into thinking you were a goddess and not a human.

You watched as his umber eyes seemed to sparkle with awe at the sight of you. You never put much thought into your appearance, thinking you were just as average as every other 20-something year old woman on the planet. Apparently, Shadow thought much more about how you looked, muttering to himself about how you were a goddess and absolutely otherworldly.

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his staring. His hands finally decided to fall back on your hips, thumbs rubbing little circles on your skin. He leaned back down with his lips being dangerously close to the string of your thong.

His eyes locked onto yours, baring his teeth with a smirk and proceeding to grab hold of the lacy underwear to pull them down enough for access to your dripping pussy. The string of arousal connecting you to your underwear caused the heat from your chest to your cheeks to rise in temperature. His hands moved from your hips down to your thighs, gripping them hard enough for his claws to leave indents. He pried them open and immediately had his muzzle in front of your sensitive heat. His nose nudged against your throbbing clit eliciting another moan from your throat. Your hands grappled for his quills or ears or something to hold onto.

Just when you thought you were ready, his tongue licked a stripe from your opening up to your clit. Your hips went to lift up when he quickly moved an arm to hold you down. He made sure you weren't gonna move before he went back to slurping and lick at your dripping cunt like a man starved. This was definitely the best head you have ever gotten in your life. Lifting your hands shakily, you ran your fingers around his pinned ears, listening and feeling his purrs vibrate through him. The feeling made your incoming orgasm hit almost right then and there. Moans were leaving your lips like a prayer, his name being most of what Shadow could make out.

The hand that was still gripping one of your thighs had wandered up closer to your entrance, experimentally dipping a finger in. The moan from your mouth and the tugging on his ears seemed to be the response he was looking for. His lips moved up your clit, sucking and swiping his tongue around in motions that had you seeing stars. His index finger entered your drooling pussy with ease. He pumped it in and out slowly before adding his middle finger. The stretch was a a bit painful, more of a burning feeling, before it turned into pure pleasure. His mouth paired with his surprisingly skilled fingers had you gripping the ruined sheets beneath you.

You gasped at the feeling threatening to burst in your lower belly, moaning out, "Shadow, wait- I'm gonna-!"

He didn't even remove his muzzle from between you when your pussy squirted out it's juices from the intense orgasm you just had. Your thighs had him pinned in place from the best ending you've had in years. His hands were clutching onto the plush of your thighs, tongue still working you through your orgasm.

Your broken moans seemed to snap him from his pussy-drunk state. He lifted his head up, looking at you with lidded eyes and a mouth covered in your fluids. His tongue swiped along his lower lip with deliberate slowness.

You fell back on your bed, bringing a hand to your heaving chest. It almost feels like you ran a marathon in 100 degree weather with hoe burned your lungs were.

Shadow watched as you tried to catch your breath. His eyes darted from your glistening lips, to your chest greedily sucking in oxygen, to your ruined pussy. While he only learned this from reading the books the adults at the lab had lying around, he knew better than to leave you laying in your own pleasure.

It was a bit tricky trying to find what he needed considering he's never been to your house before this, he brought back a damp wash cloth and a glass of cold water. He was gentle with cleaning up your oversensitive areas, making sure you were clean enough that he could move you over a bit to gather the sheets and blankets. The pile of ruined cloth ended up in a heep by the overflowing dirty clothes basket at the door to your room. Shadow was lucky that you had some clean ones sitting in the chair by your vanity that he could use to cover you.

Your body seemed to calm down from the high you just experienced, now wanting to just sleep. You turned your head over to face the dark anthropomorphic alien and just watching as he took care of you.

"Shadow," he looked over at you. You gestured him over and lifted the blanket so he could cuddle up beside you if he wanted. The flicker of doubt in his eyes made you tense. Maybe he wanted this to be a on and done thing? Before your thoughts could start to spiral to worst case scenarios, he shuffled over and crawled up into your open arms. His head was smooshed into the crook of your neck, an arm under yours and around you.

A smile broke out on your lips, lowering your arm holding the blanket to settle around your cuddle buddy. His breath soon evened out as sleep , or exhaustion, had over come him. Pulling him in closer, you curled your naked from around him, tangling your legs with his.

Maybe, just maybe, this is what fate was saving for you.

"Hey, Tails? Knuckles? Have you seen Shadow? Or (Y/N)?" Sonic asked his brothers. The echidna shook his head while Tails just shrugged.

"Didn't you tell him to go meet her? Maybe Shadow locked himself in his room and (Y/N) forgot something for your party." Sonic didn't seem to convinced with Tails hypothesis. Before the blue blur could race off to find the missing members, Tom and Maddie came out the back door with s'more making ingredients.

"Who wants s'mores?!" Maddie gestured with the pan holding the stuff, walking up to the three kids only to see them with frowns on their faces.

Maddie set the pan down and knelt in front of Sonic, asking, "What's wrong, honey?"

Sonic turned away and muttered, "Where's (Y/N/N)? I don't wanna start without her."

Sucking in a breath, Maddie explained vaguely that you weren't going to be able to show up till tomorrow. When Tom and Maddie made it inside their house, Sonic's half-finished cake and the tube of frosting dropped on the kitchen floor let them know that you were gonna be gone for the night.

Tom was happy you found someone yet, with Shadow being that someone seemed to worry him to no end. It took Maddie having to calm him down and tell him that Shadow was definitely one of the better options for you that let him relax.

Sonic sagged at the fact that his favourite person wasn't gonna be able to attend his party. That's when he stilled and his brows furrowed. He turned to Maddie again, this time with a question that Maddie and Tom weren't gonna be able to explain.

"Well, then where's Shadow?"

Guys...I fell victim to the emo hedgehog. I have not stopped watching the hundreds of edits of this man on my fyp and its eating at my brain. this was just a scratch i had to itch. its all i could think about, day or night. I'm at work and its all i can think about.

He has me in a chokehold. Anyway! Im editing the fourth chapter of my series 'ceilings' when possible! Hopefully i can get a chapter out soon!

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[homeybadger]

Movie Night Smiles

Summary: While visiting Tom and Maddie, you and Shadow

Warning(s): very mild mention of an injury

Note(s): This was a request, hopefully you enjoy this!

You had been meaning to visit Tom’s house again for a while now, but honestly... you were a little hesitant. After everything that had happened- the battles, the chaos, and how much Shadow had been involved- you weren’t sure where you stood with Tom and Maddie anymore. They had always been kind, but you couldn’t shake the little knot of worry in your chest.

Sitting quietly in the car outside their house, you twisted your hands in your lap. Shadow, who had been quiet until now, turned towards you slowly. His voice was quiet but firm, the bedrock beneath your feet.

“If they have a problem, we leave. Together.”

You returned his gaze, a small smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. Somehow, just hearing that helped ease the tension in your shoulders and the knot in your stomach loosened.

When you finally approached the front door, Tom opened the door before you could even knock, flashing you a big smile.

"Hey! Glad you could make it," he said, pulling you into a quick, warm hug that immediately melted some of your nerves.

“It’s about time you visited!” Maddie waved from the kitchen, apron on and hair a little messy, the way it always got when she cooked.

No weirdness. No tension. Just... home.

Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles perked up from their spots in the living room at the sight of you- and the sight of Shadow. You tensed instinctively, but to your relief, they didn’t overwhelm him. Instead, they greeted him with a few nods and smiles, giving him space and letting him get comfortable in his own time. It was a small thing, but it clearly meant a lot, from the way Shadow’s shoulders relaxed ever so slightly.

You found your way to the kitchen, greeting Maddie with a quick hug before offering your help.

Maddie handed you a knife with a grin. “You chop, I’ll stir. Deal?”

You blinked, surprised once again- and warmed straight through. Shadow, standing in the doorway, raised a brow at you like, See?

Maddie smiled at him like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You can help grab the plates, if you want,” she said.

Shadow blinked- clearly caught off guard at being included so easily- but after a second, he nodded and carefully gathered a stack of dishes like it was the most important mission of his life.

You chuckled and turned back to the vegetables. As you chopped, you snuck a glance at the living room.

Shadow stood a little awkwardly by the wall, arms crossed, while Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles gathered around him. For a second you worried- but then you saw Sonic flash that signature grin.

“So!” Sonic said, hands on his hips. “We gotta pick a movie. Rules are, no complaining, and popcorn must be involved.”

“I propose a documentary about Earth's greatest battles,” Knuckles declared proudly, puffing out his chest.

Tails lit up instantly. “Ooh, or a sci-fi movie! Something with space ships!”

Sonic smirked and nudged Shadow lightly with his elbow. “What about you, tough guy? What are you in the mood for?”

Shadow thought for a moment, expression deadly serious. “Something with meaning. Substance.”

“Meaning?” Knuckles repeated, tilting his head. “Like... a war documentary?”

“Or a deep space drama!” Tails added excitedly.

Sonic laughed, snapping his fingers. “Or, hear me out, The Iron Giant. It’s got action, space stuff, meaning, AND a giant robot. Boom.”

Shadow paused, considering. “Acceptable.”

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Tom caught your expression and winked at your from across the kitchen.

“They’re bonding,” he whispered conspiratorially, stirring the pot on the stove.

You smiled wider, heart lifting- a quiet, glowing sort of happiness. Maybe things were going to be ok after all.

Still distracted by the scene unfolding in the living room, you didn’t notice your grip on the knife slipping until the blade nicked your finger.

“Ow!” you hissed, jerking your hand back and dropping the knife with a clatter.

Shadow was at your side immediately.

“You’re hurt.” His voice was low but sharp, already reaching for your hand.

“It’s fine, its just a little cut,” you said, trying to brush it off, but Shadow had already gently turned your hand in his gloved ones, inspecting it carefully like it was the gravest injury in the world. His red eyes narrowed, brow furrowing, concern practically radiating off of him.

Maddie chuckled softly and grabbed a bandage from a drawer. “You’re lucky you have such a fierce bodyguard,” she said warmly as she wrapped your finger.

Shadow didn’t let go of your hand until you were bandaged and safe, holding it for a beat longer than necessary- just to be sure. Like he needed the tactile reassurance that you were alright. You squeezed his hand gingerly, feeling him squeeze back.

Tom chuckled from the stove. “Relax, big guy. We’ve got plenty of first-aid kits around here.”

Shadow shot him a look that clearly said I will still destroy anything that harms them, but he didn’t argue.

Maddie just laughed and patted Tom’s arm, “It’s sweet.”

Later, when the movie started, you found a spot on the couch behind Shadow. He stayed a little stiff for the first few minutes- like he wasn’t sure what to do with the sudden affection- but when you wrapped your arms gently around him and rested your head against his back, he leaned into you almost immediately. Smiling to yourself, you wrapped your arms gently around him, feeling how soft his fur really was.

Shadow didn’t say anything, but you caught the tiny, rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. You snuggled closer, and he leaned into you ever so slightly, letting out a quiet, content sigh.

At some point, Sonic peeked over and smirked. “Looks like someone's got a soft spot,” he teased, winking.

Shadow shot him a flat look. “Say one more word.”

Sonic snickered but wisely dropped it- especially when Shadow subtly shifted back even closer to you, making it very clear he had no intention of moving away.

[fandomgoddes05]

The broken king and the silent dove: a shadow the hedgehog x fem reader

(Art not mine)

Chapter 3: The Announcement

(shadow):

The next morning, the throne room was bustling with the quiet whispers, nobility each seated in their designated seats. They speculated eagerly about the reason for the king’s sudden summons at such an early hour and so last minute.

Sonic leaned against a massive stone pillar in the far right corner, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to the chatter around him, though he gathered that his thoughts were the same as the others. For what on earth could have prompted such a gathering.

The noise died down abruptly as the great oak doors swung open. All eyes turned toward the familiar figure that stepped through, Shadow.

As always, his dark figure strode through the crowd, his head held high as he commanded the room. A large, golden crown sat atop his head, its polished surface gleaming in the sunlight that spilled through the high windows. His dark red cloak billowed behind him with each stride as he made his way to the throne. His usual scowl where it always was placed on his face, his expression as unreadable as ever.

All the nobility rose in unison, bowing their heads in respect to their king as he took his seat on the large stone throne. The room fell into a tense silence. All eyes remained on Shadow, waiting for him to speak.

Then after a long pause, Shadow’s voice finally broke through the silence, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.

“You must all be wondering why I summoned you here this morning,” he began, his red eyes scanning the room, briefly meeting each of their nervous gazes. But no one dared to speak.

His tone sharpened as he continued, his words slicing through the air. “I have summoned you here because I will not be pushed any longer.” His gaze hardened as he surveyed the room once more, watching as the nobles shifted uneasily in their seats. The tension growing thicker with every passing moment. “However, in the spirit of collaboration, I come bearing an offer.”

The mention of an offer caught the attention of every single noble in the room, and Sonic in particular straightened up, his curiosity piqued. He could sense the change in the atmosphere, the nobles now hanging on Shadow’s every word.

“I offer you one ball,” Shadow declared, his voice steady and proud. “Invite as many princesses as you wish. But if I cannot find a bride by the end of the night, you will all drop the matter and cease your insistence on the subject.” His eyes swept over the court, the weight of his words settling on everyone. “Agreed?”

A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd, but the council quickly responded, voices coming together in a unified, enthusiastic response. “Agreed!”

“Good,” Shadow said simply. “Then you are all dismissed.” With that, he stood and began to leave the room, the nobles already buzzing with excitement about the prospect of the upcoming event. Invitations would be sent far and wide to any eligible princesses they could find.

Sonic, however, wasn’t quite as enthusiastic. He quickly pushed through the crowd, falling into step behind Shadow as they made their way toward the royal chambers.

“Hey! Shadow!” Sonic called, catching up to the king’s brisk pace.

Shadow shot him a sharp look, his brows furrowing in irritation. “What do you want?” he snapped, his tone colder than usual.

Sonic raised his hands in mock surrender, the gesture clearly meant to ease the tension. “Whoa, dude, I just wanted to ask. Are you sure this is such a good idea?” He frowned, his concern clear in his voice. “This could backfire.”

Shadow’s scowl deepened, but behind his frustration lied a hint of exhaustion. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted, his voice dripping with annoyance. “But it’s the only solution I could come up with to get them off my back.” His gaze softened, but only slightly. “I’ve tried everything else, and nothing seems to work.”

Sonic’s expression shifted to one of understanding, and he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder, offering a supportive smile. “Alright, then. If you think it’s the best way to go, I trust you.” His voice was reassuring, though still laced with a hint of skepticism.

Shadow didn’t respond immediately, but a faint nod of acknowledgment was all the reassurance Sonic needed. The two continued walking in silence, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the large hall.

As news of the royal ball spread like wildfire through the kingdom, preparations began. Invitations were sent far and wide, extending to any eligible princess in the land. The court was abuzz with talk of the grand event, and the pressure was on for Shadow to find a queen. But whether the king would find the right match remained to be seen.

An: yay chapter 3! I hope you like! Idk when I’m gonna update again as I am also writing a book at the moment but if i get the time i will! Please comment and like! 🥰

[your-local-simp-writers]

Home in the Chaos

Word Count: 1024

Warnings: None

Sonic the Hedgehog x Fem! Reader

Note- You are human for this one, and their relationship is more platonic. Also this takes place during the movie timeline!

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The cozy living room of the Wachowski household was a whirlwind of activity. Knuckles, Tails, and Sonic were abuzz with energy as you tried to keep up. As Jojo’s babysitter and the honorary fourth member of this ragtag group, your days were anything but ordinary. Between Tails' tech experiments, Knuckles' newfound obsession with braiding, and Sonic's endless antics, you often found yourself being pulled in every direction.

Today was no different. Knuckles sat behind you on the couch, his large hands clumsily attempting to braid your hair with an intensity that could rival a championship match. "I do not understand why humans have so much hair," he grumbled, his brows furrowed. "It is like battling a wild beast."

You laughed, glancing over at Tails, who was sprawled out in front of you as you gently brushed his fluffy tails. "It's not that bad, Knuckles. And Tails, hold still—you keep twitching!"

“Does this hurt?” you asked, pulling through a particularly stubborn knot.

Tails winced slightly but shook his head. “Nope! Just tickles a little. But thanks for helping—I’ve been meaning to take better care of them. Gotta stay aerodynamic, you know?”

Knuckles, sitting behind you on the couch, furrowed his brow in concentration as he fumbled with a section of your hair. “Braiding is no simple task,” he declared, his tone serious. 

You laughed, glancing over your shoulder. “You’re doing great, Knux. Just… maybe don’t pull so tight?”

“Noted,” he said solemnly, adjusting his grip.

Across the room, Sonic was perched on the armrest of the couch, tapping his foot impatiently. “Hey, Y/N,” he called, leaning forward. “when you’re done playing hairdresser, how about we do something fun? I’ve got this really cool idea we should try—”

 “Just a minute, Sonic,” you said, not looking up from Tails’ fur.

Sonic froze mid-step, the ball caught in his gloved hand. His ears drooped slightly as he flopped onto the armrest of the couch, kicking his legs lazily. “Sure. No rush,” he muttered, but the slump in his posture betrayed his disappointment.

Knuckles glanced at Sonic, his crimson face betraying a rare flicker of sympathy. “The blue one grows restless. Perhaps we should take him on a hunt?”

“A hunt for what, Knuckles?” Tails asked, clearly amused.

Knuckles puffed out his chest. “For purpose!”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Maybe we’ll plan something after I finish here, okay?”

...

As the day wore on, you found yourself in the kitchen, preparing sandwiches and snacks for everyone. The kitchen was warm and alive, the aroma of freshly chopped herbs mingling with the distant hum of conversation and laughter spilling in from the living room. Tails’ excited rambling about his latest gadget punctuated Knuckles’ booming declarations, and every now and then, a peal of laughter rippled through the air. It was the kind of noise that made the house feel less like walls and more like a heart—beating, alive, and full.

Sonic lingered near the counter, his hand idly drumming against its edge. His usual easy grin was there, but you noticed the subtle edge to it—like he was trying to hold something back.

“Need help?” he asked casually, though the slight upward tilt of his voice betrayed him.

“Sure,” you replied, pointing toward the stack of plates. “Can you grab those for me?”

In a flash, he zipped across the room, the plates balanced precariously in his arms as he stopped so close that you had to catch yourself against the counter.

“Whoa!” you exclaimed, your laugh breaking the momentary surprise.

“Sorry!” Sonic said quickly, his ears flattening as he shuffled back a step. His usual cocky demeanor faltered, replaced by a sheepish glance your way.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, your laugh softening. “Just… maybe slow down a bit?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his hand brushing over the white band of his glove. “Yeah… sorry,” he murmured, his voice quieter now.

Sonic hopped onto one of the kitchen chairs, the bounce in his step noticeably missing. He swung his legs slightly, his eyes avoiding yours as he fiddled with his gloves, the silence settling between you.

“You alright?” you asked, tilting your head to get a better look at his face.

He hesitated, his fingers pausing mid-fidget. “It’s just… I don’t know,” he began, his voice low and uncertain. “I guess I feel like I’m kinda… left out sometimes.”

The confession hit you like a weight, and you felt your chest tighten. Setting the knife down, you pulled a chair next to him, your movement slow and deliberate.

“Sonic, I’m so sorry,” you said softly, your hand resting gently on his arm. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

He shrugged, though the gesture lacked its usual confidence. When he finally looked at you, his green eyes were unguarded, vulnerable in a way that felt rare and precious.

“I know you don’t mean to,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… Tails has all his gadgets, and Knuckles has his whole ‘warrior thing.’ Sometimes it feels like… like I don’t really fit anywhere.”

The ache in his words settled heavily in the space between you. You leaned forward, squeezing his arm gently.

“Sonic,” you said, your voice firm yet kind, “you’re just as important as Tails and Knuckles. You don’t have to have gadgets or a warrior thing to matter. You’re you. And I care about you—just as much as them. You’re family to me.”

He blinked, his eyes wide as if the words caught him off guard. Slowly, a small, genuine smile spread across his face.

“Really?” he asked, his voice tentative but hopeful.

“Really,” you affirmed with a nod. “And families? They don’t pick favorites.”

He grinned then, the kind of grin that made his eyes light up and the room feel just a bit brighter. Without a word, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around you in a hug that was both spontaneous and deeply sincere.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

You hugged him back, your hand rubbing small circles on his back. “Anytime, Blue Blur,” you replied, your smile mirroring his.

[uki01]

Hi! Hope you’re doing ok!

Anyway, I thought of a cute romantic prompt for movie!Sonic, Shadow, and Knuckles, if you do the movie-verse, that is. We know that they’re the only ones who give off chaos energy (that we know of) and it’s especially tied to their emotions. It makes me think of them getting flustered by their crush/partner to the point they shoot out sparks of chaos energy and some sort of shenanigans ensue.

Damn. It actually makes me wonder if that’s why movie!Shadow is so stoic. He probably doesn’t want to hurt people by accident and tries his hardest to keep his emotions in check. The poor baby 🥺.

Anyway, it’s only these three since it’s the movie-verse and they’re the only ones so far who use chaos energy. Thank you so much, and be sure to rest when you need to and have fun doing what you do 💖💕

“Love Is Chaos.”

Movie!Sonic The Hedgehog, Movie!Shadow The Hedgehog and Movie!Knuckles The Echidna x Reader

Author’s Note: This sounds so cute! Thanks for the request!

Movie!Sonic The Hedgehog

You and Sonic met after the events of the 1st movie.

This guy was like puppy love for him.

He’s never fallen in love or felt romantic feelings so this is all new to him.

He’s told Maddie and she got excited, explaining what he’s feeling towards you.

He goes all out on trying to impress you with his tricks, cool adventures and badass speed.

It ends with a big ol fail, but you find it entertaining at least.

During the events of the 2nd movie when he first turned Super, you were mesmerised by the sight.

Soon as he was still himself, you hugged him tightly, grateful that he was okay.

Sonic feeling his face flush red, got to excited as he hugged you back, he accidentally caused a spark between you two.

Shocking you a bit.

Sonic was scared and apologised quickly but you laughed it off, he sighed of relieved.

He think this was the start of something beautiful.

And deep down, you were ready for it too.

Movie!Knuckles The Echidna

Knuckles has met you after the events of the second movie.

This was the first time Knuckles ever felt romantic feelings.

First he felt very confused, so he went to Sonic.

Sonic who teases Knuckles for his crush on you which Knuckles, of course, doesn’t understand.

”What do you mean I have a crush on Y/N? I don’t want to crush them, they will be deceased by my strength.”

”No no knucklehead, it means you have romantic feelings for them.”

”I don’t get what you mean hedgehog.”

”Ugh… it means you love them in a way Maddie and Tom love each other, like lovers.”

”Ah, so I see.”

After that, he awkwardly tries to make conversation and give subtle hints of his love towards you, you think this is just him trying to get to know more about earth.

Which is partially true in a way.

When he does show you his super form, you are in love with how he glows.

As you two start doing silly shenanigans whiles in his super form.

When he gets way too excited he accidentally sparks you it knocked you back down.

This worried Knuckles a lot as he runs up and checks on you.

But he just finds you laughing at this, saying how cool and badass he looks.

Knuckles face begins to feel red but still stands tall and confident.

He can get use to your cute and funny laughter.

Movie!Shadow The Hedgehog

Shadow met you after the events of the third movie and joined the Wachowski family.

You were intrigued by his nature while so was he with you.

You reminded him a lot like Maria with your kindness.

Like her, you never saw him as a freak and was always comforting him whenever he had his upsetting moments.

This caused Shadow to gain some romantic feelings for you.

But he has no idea what any of this means or is which frustrates and confuses him.

He goes to ask Sonic what this is.

Like Knuckles, doesn’t get the gist but understands more since he felt love with Maria (platonic love though).

”Ooh looks like someone has a crush on Y/NNN~”

”Crush? Why would I want to crush them? I would knock them out in one go, I don’t want to do that.”

”No dude, it means you feel loving feelings for her, you know Maria? It’s like that but in Tom and Maddie’s way, you feel what Tom feels about Maddie.”

”Hm..”

He took this information and started working on getting to know you more.

This confused you since you knew Shadow wasn’t the type to make connections.

Not after his best friend and eldest sister’s death.

But this made you happy knowing he was trying his best.

Soon as he revealed his Super form, you were amazed by it and was telling Shadow how cool and amazing he looked.

Shadow smiled at this.

Soon as he got a bit excited, sparks came out of him hitting you.

This immediately worried Shadow but faded away after hearing your laughter.

Saying that felt funny and tickled a bit, still complimenting him how badass he looks.

This made Shadow smile even more.

He was going to love this, as much as he didn’t admit it.

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoyed this request!

[cheezb6llz]

feeds you while working on reqs :D

shadow and y/n hehehe

[voonroo]

how about a triple s with a fem bayonetta human reader? Like how would they react? And would they be simp for her?😂😁 thanks and I hope you have a wonderful day/night😁 love your work by the way.

Human Bayonetta Reader

⌐‣ Sonic, Shadow, & Silver x Reader REQ.

Want more? Check out the masterlist↩︎

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I am so sorry its so short I genuinely had no idea what to write and all of my information about Bayonetta was from the wiki and a few tiktok edits😭💔

Sonic, Shadow, & Silver x Reader SEP.

SONIC

Matches your freak.

Oh? You wanna throw banter back and forth? He’s built for this.

You think you can beat him in a race? Oh wait you actually gave him a run for his money using your witch time.

He invites you on runs since you’re able to keep up with him.

But deep down he actually admires you.

Bro if you flirt with him he’s going to do it back but ten times worse.

I’m talking the dumbest, most stupid pick up line will leave his mouth and he says it with full confidence too.

SHADOW

Probably would respect you, seeing you similar to Rouge.

He mostly ignores whatever witty comments come out of your mouth.

He loves your heels though. Probably off-handily complimented you once and then ever again.

He commends your fighter spirit.

It seems like no matter what gets thrown at you, you manage to preserve, and he respects that.

If you try to flirt with him he will give you NO reaction.

Even if his stomach is doing flips he will be stone faced and give you the side eye.

SILVER

Upon first meeting Silver genuinely tweaked out.

Little bro doesn’t know how to react.

He is lowkey intimidated by you, won’t say it but his body language gives him away.

He treats you with respect nonetheless and tries to not offend you.

If you throw a flirty comment his way he will get a bit awkward.

He avoids eye contact and gets a little red, a bit quieter too.

He bounces back pretty quickly though and will compliment you back with a small smile.

Word Count: 271

[mindless-existence1]

Shadow x insecure reader, like they feel as if they’re not good enough for the ultimate lifeform(#^.^#)

Authors note: Such a sweet idea!

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You stare at your reflection in the window, the night sky stretching endlessly outside. The stars twinkle faintly, but all you can focus on is the weight pressing against your chest.

Shadow is the Ultimate Lifeform—fast, strong, intelligent. He’s a hero, a warrior, a force of nature. And you? You’re just… you.

With a sigh, you wrap your arms around yourself, the nagging voice in your head whispering the same thoughts over and over. Why would someone like him want someone like me?

"You’re doing it again," Shadow’s deep voice breaks through your thoughts. You flinch, turning to find him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, golden eyes watching you carefully.

“Doing what?” you ask, forcing a small smile. “Doubting yourself.” He steps forward, his movements smooth, controlled—like he already knows you’re going to try and deflect.

“I can see it all over your face.” You drop your gaze, fingers fidgeting at the hem of your sleeve. “I just… I don’t know, Shadow.” Your voice is quieter now. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough for you.”

Silence hangs in the air for a moment before you feel his gloved hand gently cup your cheek, tilting your head up so you’re looking at him. “Don’t say that,” he murmurs, his voice softer than usual. “Don’t ever say that.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “But—” “No.” His tone is firm, but there’s no harshness, only conviction. “You are more than enough. You always have been.” Your throat tightens as you try to blink away the sting of tears. “Shadow, I—”

“I don’t care about strength, or power, or whatever ridiculous standards you think I have.” He shakes his head slightly. “You make my world quieter. Better. Do you know how rare that is?”

Your heart clenches, the warmth in his voice wrapping around you like a blanket. He isn’t the type to throw words around lightly—you know that. “…I just don’t want to slow you down,” you admit. Shadow exhales, his forehead lightly pressing against yours.

“You don’t.” His voice is barely above a whisper now, his breath warm against your skin. “If anything, you remind me why I keep moving forward.” The lump in your throat dissolves into something softer, something warmer.

“You really mean that?” you ask, searching his gaze. His thumb brushes lightly against your cheek before he pulls you into his arms, his embrace firm but careful, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he’s not gentle.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” A shaky breath leaves your lips before you melt into him, your arms wrapping around his waist. The steady thrum of his heartbeat is enough to chase away every doubt, every whisper of insecurity.

For the first time in a while, you let yourself believe it. You are enough. For him, you always will be.

[whitecompri]

Roller Trouble

Request: "Okay so this one is a little basic butttt can I ask for triple s and reader (could be separate or together!!) going roller skating?? But like reader slips forward and falls down on top of them? And they're all flustered"

Sonic, Silver and Shadow (Bonus: Scourge)

Pairing: Sonic x Reader; Shadow x Reader; Silver x Reader; Scourge x Reader

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Rating: T (Teen)

Warnings: Mild Suggestive Themes

Author Notes: I was really enjoying adding Scourge to my stories, I hope you don't mind me putting him as a bonus here, plus, I had a cool idea for him and couldn't leave him out. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for the request!

Sonic

He walked calmly beside you, occasionally holding your arms as you balanced on your skates. It had been a little while since you started learning to skate, and with the help of the blue hedgehog and his support, you could already go long distances on your own without his constant guidance.

At that moment, he was following a bit behind as you glided smoothly on your skates, having a great time. However, the speedy rodent had an idea that seemed brilliant.

Running up beside you, keeping pace, he flashed a small grin. "Hey, [Y/N], wanna race?" You raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I don’t know, Sonic, I’m still learning. I don’t think I can go any faster than this." "Relax, you’re already doing great, and I promise I’ll go easy on you." He gave a wide smile, positioning himself to run. "Ready? Go!"

He dashed off without even waiting for you. You could only chuckle softly—it was obvious you wouldn’t be able to keep up, but it still seemed fun. "You blue cheater." You started picking up the pace, quickly heading toward him.

Sonic stopped a little ahead, tapping his foot on the ground, his back turned to you, a smirk at the corner of his mouth as you quickly approached.

That’s when you realized you should have declined the challenge—but now it was too late. Your feet were too slippery, and your lack of practice and skill made it impossible to stop in time.

Before you knew it, you were flying straight toward the blue hedgehog. Upon impact, he let out a small grunt of pain, sending both of you crashing to the ground with a thud.

Slowly, you opened your eyes after the shock, finding yourself sprawled on top of him. His expression was surprised, his eyes wide, and it was noticeable that, beneath his fur, his cheeks were slightly flushed. But quickly after that, he flashed a more amused grin, sitting up and helping you do the same.

"Wow, I didn’t know you liked me that much." He chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck, looking away for a second, making you smile a little. "Sorry, I lost control." "It’s all good. I shouldn’t have challenged you like that. Are you okay?" He scanned you for any injuries. "Yeah, my fall was cushioned..." You laughed. "Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that one. Come on, let’s practice a bit more." Helping you to your feet, he assisted you in regaining your balance. "No races this time... for now." He flashed a mischievous grin. "And try not to run me over next time."

You playfully punched his shoulder, continuing to be guided by the blue hedgehog.

Shadow

You had spent a long time begging Shadow to teach you how to skate. After all, it was incredible watching him use his Air Shoes, and you definitely wanted to replicate that.

So, after a lot of persistence, the black hedgehog finally took you out to practice skating for the first few times.

Now, it hadn’t been that long since you started, but his guidance and patience were helping you improve significantly every day. He still held your hand constantly, making sure you moved at a speed where he could intervene if you lost your balance.

Whenever you seemed like you were about to stumble, you could be sure his hands would instinctively grab your arms to steady you. However, you didn’t want to just move at slow speeds forever—you wanted to push yourself, to start skating faster.

"Shadow... Can I try going around on my own?" "No." His response was blunt. "What? But why? I can already keep my balance. I can go one lap without falling." "You need more practice. A few times aren’t enough to say you know how to skate." He remained impassive, simply guiding you while holding your hand delicately. "Pretty please?" You pouted at him, making an adorable face in an attempt to convince the tough hedgehog.

With a sigh, he closed his eyes and stopped. Then, suddenly, he let go of your hand. "Fine. But if you fall, it’s your fault... Just one lap, and be careful." He crossed his arms and stood still, waiting for you to go.

With a victorious smile and sparkling eyes, you slowly started skating around the rink, gliding smoothly. Then, as you tried to turn back toward him, your body tilted to one side, making you lose balance and stumble—heading straight toward Shadow.

You were about to crash into him, instinctively curling into yourself, bracing for impact. But at the last second, before you nock him to the ground, strong arms caught you, preventing your body from hitting the floor. Instead, you landed on something soft, followed by the muffled sound of a grunt.

Trembling slightly, you opened your eyes to find Shadow beneath you, his eyes narrowed, brows furrowed. He blinked once, then twice, before you quickly sat up in front of him, checking if he was hurt.

"Shadow, damn, I’m sorry! You saved me from a nasty fall." You said, holding one of his hands. With the other, he scratched the back of his neck before smoothing down his quills to keep them from getting messy.

Then, he looked into your eyes. You were surprised to find shock in his expression, along with a faint blush spreading across his entire face. He stayed frozen for a few seconds, as if putting the pieces together. Quickly, his gaze dropped to your hand in his, and he cleared his throat, looking away.

"Tsk... I told you that you needed more practice..." Even though he refused to look at you, the deep blush beneath his fur was painfully obvious.

"Sorry, I should’ve listened to you. I won’t try skating alone again without your help."

Shadow stood up, helping you to do the same. "It’s fine... I shouldn’t have let you go off on your own in the first place." Despite his firm words, you noticed his crimson eyes scanning you for any injuries. Finding none, he let out a relieved sigh, the redness on his face fading slightly.

"Can we keep practicing?" You asked hopefully. Shadow thought for a second. "I suppose we can stay a little longer... But I’m keeping an eye on you. I don’t want to see you falling again."

Shadow would never admit this to anyone, but just the thought of you getting hurt was enough to make his whole body tense—and turn him 200% more protective of you.

Silver

When you mentioned your interest in roller skating, Silver's expression lit up completely as his mind filled with ideas of all the quality time you could spend together while he taught you.

Silver wasn’t that skilled, but he was more experienced than you, so for now, he calmly skated alongside you, carefully holding your elbow and making sure not to make you fall.

"Very nice! You’re learning really fast. At this rate, you’ll be doing tricks in no time." He chuckled.

"Well, it’s all thanks to the best skating teacher I’ve ever had." You shot him a warm smile.

And so, the two of you kept gliding smoothly along the ground, going around the skating rink together.

"How about a break now? Let’s go back and sit for a bit, then we can continue later." He suggested, lightly tugging your arm so you could return to the bench in the park and rest for a while.

However, as you both moved, Silver accidentally pulled you a little too fast, making you lose balance and control, which in turn made you pull him back unintentionally, causing him to lose his footing on his skates as well.

"Oh man…" He muttered.

In the end, everything happened so quickly. You ended up bumping into him just as he was trying to steady you, and both of you came crashing to the ground with a loud thud. When you opened your eyes from the shock, you noticed something incredibly soft beneath you. That’s when you realized that your cheek was resting against something warm and fluffy, and as soon as it hit you that it was Silver’s chest fur, you quickly pulled away, lifting your face and looking down, only to find a completely frozen Silver.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly ajar, and he was panting softly from the surprise. Beneath his fur, a deep red blush was unmistakably visible.

"T-this isn’t… I mean— I didn’t mean to… uh…" He stammered, his words tumbling out before completely failing him. "Sorry… I-I couldn’t catch you. I should’ve used my powers…" He averted his gaze, covering his muzzle with his hand, trying to hide the bright flush on his face, a single drop of sweat rolling down his forehead fur.

"Silver… it wasn’t your fault…" You gently cupped his cheek with your palm, making him look at you. "I didn’t get hurt because of you. Thank you."

It was clear that your words only made him even redder.

"Y-you’re welcome… I think."

"Come on, let’s go sit on the bench and take a breather." You knelt on the ground, holding his hand to help him stand up and regain his balance. Then, he also helped you, guiding you back to the safety of the bench with even more care than before.

Scourge (BONUS)

He wasn’t particularly into skating or anything similar, but still, he liked to tag along just to tease you and laugh whenever you took a fall—after all, you were still learning how to skate.

At that moment, you were slowly circling around the park, practicing your balance, while Scourge sat cross-legged on the grass, simply watching from a distance. And surprisingly, he was silent.

That is, until he sighed, stood up, and walked toward you, matching your slow pace.

"Ey, princess, how ‘bout we spice things up a lil’ and you pull off some real tricks on that ramp?"

You could only narrow your eyes at him.

"You just want to see me fall so you can laugh. I’m not bringing you next time I come to practice." You turned your gaze away from him, focusing on the path ahead.

"Wow, real cold. Don’t tell me ya actually scared of a lil’ ol’ trick like that? Thought ya had guts." He smirked, his usual cocky grin plastered on his face.

You tried to ignore him, focusing solely on your path ahead. Falling for his games was definitely not in your best interest. However…

"Aight, fine—this is borin’. Never skated a day in my life, but I already know I’d be ten times slicker and way more fearless than you, no contest."

It was an obvious taunt, given the way he stared at you, and there was no way you were letting that slide. Huffing loudly, you pushed yourself forward, skating faster toward the ramp.

Gaining speed, going up was easy, but the real problem came after. Your lack of skill in tricks made it impossible to land properly, and before you knew it, you were speeding straight toward Scourge, completely out of control.

The last thing you saw before impact was his rare expression of shock—right before crashing straight into him, making him grunt in pain.

And just like that, you found yourself lying on top of him.

The most surprising thing, though… As you looked at his face, while he scratched the back of his neck with his eyes closed, was the small blush dusting his cheeks beneath his fur. You stared at him, mesmerized by that tiny sign of embarrassment, watching as he remained like that for a few seconds. It was even noticeable when he swallowed dryly.

But then, just as quickly as it had appeared, he masked it away, his face shifting back into a playful grin.

"Damn, that was one helluva strike, huh, babe?" He chuckled lowly. "Tch, ya coulda at least asked me out before damn near flattenin’ me like that."

You raised an eyebrow at him. His flustered look was too good to last, after all. So, without bothering to humor him, you simply tried to push yourself up and get back to training.

However, the moment you tried to move away, two strong hands gripped your waist, holding you firmly in place against him.

"Feelin’ nice and cozy up there? ‘Cause I gotta say—I’m sittin’ real pretty right now."

In the end, the tables turned, and now you were the one blushing like a tomato, gritting your teeth and averting your gaze while he laughed in amusement.

[yanderegrizzsworld]

Hello, so first of all, thank you for your services on writing Yandere Sonic the Hedgehog stuff cuz OMG the lack of written content here is criminal. 

Ok, now with that out of the way, I had this idea going on in my head for a very long time, but I was rlly shy about sharing it up until now (BTW this isn’t a request or anything like that). Ok ppl hear me out:

Yandere Shadow with a weak and shy Darling who thinks he hates them.

Maybe they met bc they both worked for G.U.N. or something, but circumstances force them to end up with both seeing each other a lot, and bc of Shadow’s rather aloof and reserved nature, Darling starts thinking that Shadow probably thinks of them as a nuisance that’s getting in the way, when in reality, he probably doesn’t mind them much (Well, at first).

Darling would probably start trying to do their absolute best to be as useful as possible, after all, it’s not like they want Shadow (or anyone rlly) to hate them, and even if they’re not a capable fighter, there’s lots of other stuff they’re very competent at. However, it doesn’t matter how much they try to help him in any way, he still doesn’t seem to bat an eye, which makes Darling think he probably thinks they’re annoying him and that they should better leave him alone so they aren’t a nuisance.

Boy if only they knew how much Shadow truly appreciated all they did for him, the fact that Darling tried to push through their shyness and help him, he began to see it as endearing to the point he couldn’t help but just fall in love with such a pure-hearted, fragile Darling that had to be protected at all cost. He wanted to keep his distance from them since he’s not exactly the safest hedgehog to be around with, yet he just couldn’t help himself but want to be around them to personally make sure they were safe. Alas, now Darling’s avoiding him.

Darling would start “coincidentally” encountering Shadow more frequently, even outside of work. They had to go to a certain shop to buy something? What a coincidence, Rouge had asked him to grab something from there too. They liked to go to a certain place after work? Weird, Shadow also went there regularly, you get the gist. Darling would see this as them having the worst luck, since why are they always ending up meeting with the person that hates their guts?! Darling, a word of caution, you should pay more attention to your surroundings.

As time goes on, Shadow’s feelings grow deeper and more obsessive, to the point they can’t leave them alone without worrying every waking second about their safety. What if G.U.N. sends them to a dangerous mission and they get severely injured? Or what if Eggman attacks somewhere where they just happen to be and they can’t defend themselves against a badnik? Well, Shadow doesn’t need to think about that anymore when it does eventually happen.

Seeing Darling severely injured would make something inside Shadow just snap, and he decides that enough is enough, whoever caused the injury pays dearly for it, and next thing Darling knows, they wake up on a very comfortable bed inside a room they can’t recognize, their wound being  with a person who hates them. Darling would immediately apologize to Shadow for any inconveniences and tries to leave, however, there seems to be something restraining one of their legs, and when they lift up the mattress, there’s a shackle around their ankle.

Darling begins to have a panic attack, but before Shadow can try to comfort them, Darling begins to ask him why he hates them so much, they start going on and on about how they don’t understand what they did wrong, and then Shadow interrupts them with a hug

“I don’t hate you in the slightest, if anything, I love you so much. That’s why, I can’t let you get hurt out there”

(I had a tiny bonus for this but this is probably too long already, so I’ll leave here, hope you like it)

This is just absolutely phenomenal dear! I don't think I can add anything to this masterpiece you've sent. Like is an understatement, & so is love, I'm enamored with this dear!

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Hello! It's me the one who requested reader sleepwalking. Can I be sleepwalk anon?

Sorry I didn't know you were overwhelmed by my request yesterday, I was reading the rules carefully and I was like— "ah ok so meaning they can write 4 or more characters, imma request!"

You can do the main sss hedgehog boys for sleepwalking reader or just sonic and shadow, is that makes you comfortable.

Again, sorry for making you overwhelmed!

A/n: yeah, sorry, it's my fault for not making it clear to begin with.

Triple S x reader who sleepwalks

Sonic:

Sonic has a habit of staying up late, so it’s no surprise he’s awake when you begin your sleepwalking. He’s lounging on the couch, watching a movie, when you shuffle out of your room, arms slightly outstretched, your face completely blank.

At first, Sonic thinks you’re just messing with him. Talking to you as if any other normal day. But you don’t respond. Instead, you march straight past him and bump into the coffee table.

Sonic’s grin falters when you mutter something incoherent under your breath, rubbing your knee absently before walking into the wall.

“Wait… are you sleepwalking?” Sonic whispers to himself.

He jumps up and jogs over to you. "Uh, Y/N? You good there, buddy?" He waves a hand in front of your face, but you only mutter again, turning sharply and walking toward the kitchen.

"Alright, this is either going to be really funny or a disaster waiting to happen," though hes not gonna stop you now as hes genuinely curious, so he just continues following you.

He watches in silent amusement as you open the fridge, stare at its contents for a solid thirty seconds, then grab an apple, only to drop it immediately and shuffle away. You make a beeline for the sink, turn on the faucet, and start washing the counter.

"Okay, yeah, this is gold," Sonic mutters, pulling out his phone to record the scene.

When you bump into the kitchen table, mutter again, and sit down in the middle of the floor like it’s the most natural thing in the world, Sonic finally intervenes. He gently steers you back to your room, all the while stifling laughter.

The next morning, you wake up to sonic all up next to you, shoving his phone in your face as you groggily watch the video of yourself sleepwalking, complete with Sonic’s commentary.

"And here we have the rare Sleepwalking Y/N in their natural habitat. Truly majestic. Ten out of ten entertainment."

Silver:

Silver is a light sleeper, so when he hears footsteps at three in the morning, he immediately bolts upright. He’s halfway to activating his psychokinesis when he realizes it’s just you, wandering around aimlessly.

At first, he’s worried. Very worried. Did you have a nightmare? Are you okay? But then he notices your vacant expression and the way you keep bumping into furniture without reacting.

"Wait… are they sleepwalking?"

He watches as you stumble toward the bookshelf, run your hand along it like you’re looking for something, and then pull out a random book. You open it, flip a few pages, and then hold it upside down, muttering something under your breath.

Silver doesn’t know whether to laugh or try to wake you up. Instead, he decides to quietly follow you, just to make sure you don’t hurt yourself. He uses his powers to move objects out of your way as you shuffle around the room. When you trip over your own feet and fall onto the couch, Silver gently places a pillow under your head with his powers, smiling softly.

"You’re so weird," he mutters, sitting down to keep watch.

When you eventually get up and start wandering again, Silver patiently just follows you around the house. Waking up to Silvers sheepish explanation on what happened.

"You were, uh, walking around and muttering stuff," he says. "I didn’t want to wake you up, so I just made sure you didn’t, you know, fall down the stairs or something."

Shadow:

Shadow is not amused. He’s a heavy sleeper, but even he can’t ignore the sound of you knocking over a lamp at three in the morning. He storms out of his room, fully prepared to scold whoever’s causing the commotion, only to freeze when he sees you standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at the floor like it personally offended you.

"Y/N," he says sharply, but you don’t respond. Instead, you turn and start walking toward him, your steps uneven and your expression blank.

"Y/N?" he tries again, still no answer.

You brush past him, muttering something incoherent, and head straight for the couch. You sit down, pick up a throw pillow, and hug it like it’s the most important thing in the world.

Shadow, upon peicing together your sleep walking, stares at you for a long moment, his arms crossed. He debates whether or not to wake you up but ultimately decides against it. Instead, he sits down in a nearby chair and watches you closely, making sure you don’t do anything dangerous.

When you eventually get up and start wandering again, Shadow follows you with a deep scowl. When you try to open the front door, he steps in front of you, his arms crossed.

"You’re not going outside," he says firmly, even though he knows you can’t hear him.

The next morning, he confronts you over breakfast.

"Do you have any idea how much noise you made last night?" he asks, glaring daggers at you.

When you look at him in confusion, he sighs and explains. "You were sleepwalking. You almost walked straight out the door at three in the morning."

In short terms bro is done with you /j

[homeybadger]

Shadow and Memes

Warning(s): very mild references to existentialism, brief mentions of blood/injuries, faint discussion of trauma

Note(s): Just so you guys know- my requests are open!

Pairing(s): Shadow x Reader (platonic)

Summary: After the world almost ends, you take a vacation to the woods and stumble upon an injured Shadow. Somehow, that leads to memes.

The cabin was supposed to be your escape- a quiet place to get away from the chaos of the past months. After the near-destruction of the world, you needed time to breathe, to remember what it felt like to exist without the constant shadow of disaster looming overhead.

Black pines surrounded the small, rustic cabin you’d rented for the season, isolating you from the rest of the world. The only sounds were the gentle rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird, the scent of moss and earth occasionally wafting in to join your scented candles. The cabin was stocked with books you hadn't opened yet, a stack of old DVDs, and enough groceries to last you several weeks.

At first, you thought the peace would finally help you decompress. But then, just a week into your retreat, you found him.

It happened when you were out by the edge of the property, collecting firewood. The ground was still damp from last night’s rain, and the cool morning air filled your lungs as you worked. You were about to turn back when something caught your eye- a shadow darker than the forest floor. There, slumped against a tree trunk, was a figure.

At first, you thought it might’ve been a wounded animal, but as you drew closer, the figure came into focus- a hedgehog, but not an ordinary one. His fur was sleek and jet black, streaked with vivid red.

His chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, and his body was covered in dirt and dried blood. One of his arms hung limply at his side, the fur matted with crimson. His face was tense even in unconsciousness, his jaw tight as if bracing for pain.

Your first instinct was to run. After everything you’d heard about what happened in San Francisco, about the alien creatures that looked like him, you weren’t entirely sure this wasn’t some kind of elaborate trap.

But then you saw the way his hands twitched, the barely-there groan as his body shifted slightly against the tree. Whoever he was, he was hurt- and badly. Against your better judgment, you crouched down and reached for him.

“Hey,” you said softly, unsure if he could even hear you. “Are you-”

Before you could finish, his eyes snapped open. Crimson-red, glaring and sharp as a knife, locking onto you like a predator sizing up its prey.

He tried to sit up, but his body failed him, and he slumped back with a hiss of frustration.

“Stay back,” he growled, his voice low and rough.

“Okay, okay,” you said, raising your hands in surrender. “I’m not here to hurt you. I just-” You hesitated. “You’re injured. Let me help.”

“I don’t need your help,” he snapped, though the tremor in his voice betrayed his weakness.

You frowned. “Well, tough. You look like you can barely move, and I’m not just going to leave you out here to bleed out.”

His glare didn’t soften, but he didn’t argue, either. Taking his silence as reluctant permission, you carefully slipped an arm under him and helped him to his feet-or what you assumed were his feet. His entire body was tense against yours, and he flinched at every movement, his lips pulling back in a grimace.

“What’s your name?” you asked as you helped him limp toward the cabin.

He didn’t answer.

“Fine. I’ll just call you ‘Shadow,’ then,” you muttered, glancing at the distinctive streaks in his fur.

His ears twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

Shadow was… difficult, to say the least. He spent the first few days glaring at you from the couch, refusing most of your offers to help. He wouldn’t tell you what had happened to him, though the scars on his arms and the haunted look in his eyes told you enough to know it hadn’t been good.

“You’re wasting your time,” he said one night as you tried to convince him to let you change his bandages.

“No, I’m not,” you replied, your voice firm. “You’re alive, Shadow. That means you have a chance to… I don’t know, do something with that life. If I get to keep living after everything that happened, then so do you.”

He didn’t respond, but his glare softened just a fraction.

You quickly learned to navigate his boundaries. He didn’t like being touched, flinching away any time your hands got too close. Baths were out of the question; the mere suggestion of submerging him in water made him go rigid, his expression tight with barely concealed panic. He didn’t explain why, but the look in his eyes was enough to tell you it was more than just a dislike.

Shadow wasn’t much of a talker, but you filled the silence for both of you. You talked about the cabin, the forest, the stack of movies you planned to get through- whatever came to mind. He watched you warily, like he was waiting for a trap to spring, but you could see the way his ears twitched when something caught his interest.

He still refused help with his injuries, so you had to get creative. You left bandages on the coffee table, along with antiseptic and a small bowl of water. You caught him using them once, late at night when he thought you were asleep, muttering curses under his breath as he fumbled with the wrappings. You pretended not to notice the next day, but left extra supplies out anyway.

One evening, after clearing the dinner plates, you found yourself scrolling through YouTube on your laptop. Shadow sat on the couch, his arms crossed and his expression as stony as ever.

“Have you ever seen cat videos?” you asked, glancing at him.

“No.”

His tone was flat, but you could swear his ears twitched.

“Okay, you’re in for a treat.”

You clicked on a compilation of kittens doing ridiculous things- falling off furniture, chasing lasers, and leaping straight into walls. Shadow didn’t react at first, but as the video went on, you noticed the tiniest shift in his posture.

“This is stupid,” he muttered, but there was no bite in his voice.

“Stupidly adorable,” you corrected, grinning.

The next video was about parkour, showcasing humans flipping and jumping across rooftops with almost superhuman precision. Shadow watched intently, his eyes narrowing.

“They’re untrained,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow. “Untrained? They’re flipping off buildings!”

“Sloppy landings,” he replied, pointing out a particular freeze frame. “They’re not conserving energy.”

By the time you clicked on a video about world-record chili pepper eaters, Shadow had shifted to sit a little closer, his gaze flicking between the screen and your face.

“I don’t understand modern humans,” he admitted after a while. “Your priorities are… strange.”

“You don’t need to understand us to laugh at us,” you said. “That’s half the fun.”

And for a split second, you thought you saw the corner of his mouth twitch upward.

Over the next few days, the two of you fell into a rhythm. Shadow was still guarded, but he began spending more time in the main room instead of retreating to the corner like a wounded animal. You started sharing more of your world with him, using movies and YouTube videos to explain things that might otherwise be overwhelming.

One night, you put on an old sci-fi movie. Shadow sat stiffly at first, his arms crossed, but as the plot unfolded, he began asking questions.

“That ship’s trajectory doesn’t make sense,” he pointed out during a chase scene.

“It’s not supposed to make sense. It’s fun,” you replied.

“Poorly designed fun,” he said, but he kept watching anyway.

By the time the credits rolled, you were bickering over which character was the smartest. Shadow defended the antihero, arguing that their cold logic was a strength, while you rooted for the idealistic protagonist.

“Idealism gets you killed,” he said bluntly.

“Sometimes it saves the world,” you shot back.

He didn’t answer, but his expression softened, and you realized he might actually be enjoying himself.

The next morning, as you prepared breakfast, you decided to rope Shadow into cooking with you. He was reluctant at first, standing stiffly by the counter with his arms crossed.

“This is pointless,” he said as you handed him a bowl of eggs to whisk.

“It’s called being productive,” you replied. “Besides, I’m not feeding you for free.”

He muttered something under his breath but took the bowl anyway. His whisking was surprisingly precise, and when you commented on it, he gave a small shrug.

“I’ve handled more complex machinery,” he said.

“Whisking eggs is complex now?”

He glared at you, but there was no heat in it. “You know what I mean.”

As the two of you worked, you found yourself relaxing in his presence. There was something oddly domestic about the sight of Shadow chopping vegetables with laser-like focus. When you burned the toast, he smirked.

“Untrained,” he said, echoing his earlier critique of the parkour video.

You tossed a dishtowel at him, laughing despite yourself.

It took time, but Shadow eventually allowed you to help with his bandages. The first time you reached for his arm, he stiffened, his crimson eyes narrowing.

“I just want to help,” you said softly, holding the fresh bandages in plain view. “You’ve been doing this alone for a while, haven’t you?”

He didn’t answer, but he didn’t pull away, either. Slowly, carefully, you unwound the old wrappings, your fingers brushing against his fur. His muscles were taut, like he was bracing for something, but he stayed still.

“You’re healing,” you said, trying to fill the silence. “Not as fast as you probably could if you’d let yourself rest more, but still.”

He snorted softly, but there was no malice in it.

The day you broached the subject of a bath, you might as well have suggested dragging him back to whatever horrors he'd escaped from.

“You need one,” you insisted, gesturing toward the grime clinging to his fur. Weeks of dirt, dried blood, and debris were taking their toll. “You’ll feel better.”

Shadow’s expression darkened, his arms crossing defensively. “No.”

“It’s not like I’m asking you to take a bubble bath,” you said, trying to keep your tone light. “I just think you’d feel more comfortable after-”

“I said no!” His voice came out sharper than usual, almost a growl, and his crimson eyes flared with warning.

You raised your hands in surrender. “Okay. Not a bath, then. But at least let me clean you up. You’re tracking dirt everywhere.”

For a moment, you thought he might argue further, but instead, he exhaled slowly and gave a small, reluctant nod.

You grabbed a comb, a basin of warm water, and a washcloth, sitting on the cabin floor beside him.

He remained rigid, seated on the couch, watching your every move like you were preparing to attack.

“Relax,” you said gently, dipping the washcloth into the water. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Shadow didn’t respond, but his posture didn’t soften, either. As you reached up and began combing through his fur, he flinched at the first touch, his muscles coiling under your hands.

“Sorry,” you murmured, slowing your movements. The comb caught on a knot, and you worked it loose carefully. “Does this bother you?”

He was silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on the wall as if trying to focus on something-anything-other than your hands.

Finally, in a low voice, he muttered, “I don’t like water.”

You glanced at the basin, confused. “You mean the bath? Or…?”

“Being submerged,” he clarified, his tone clipped. “It reminds me of the testing. The tanks. The needles.”

Your hands froze mid-motion, and your heart clenched at the quiet bitterness in his voice. You didn’t press for more details, but you could picture it: confined spaces, cold metal, and water deep enough to drown in, all designed to break him down.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, resuming your work but keeping your movements slow and deliberate. “I didn’t know.”

He didn’t reply, but the stiffness in his shoulders eased ever so slightly. As you worked, you decided to fill the silence, hoping to distract him from the memories you’d unknowingly stirred.

“Did you know we have robots now that vacuum floors by themselves?” you said, trying to keep the conversation light. “They just wander around, bumping into things until the place is clean. It’s kind of ridiculous.”

Shadow glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. “That sounds inefficient.”

“It is, but people love them anyway,” you said with a small laugh. “They even give them names, like ‘Roomba’ or Stabby.’”

“That’s idiotic,” he muttered, but there was a flicker of interest in his tone.

You smiled and continued combing, occasionally using the damp cloth to wipe away the grime. As you worked, you talked about other things- smartphones, online shopping, the absurdity of meme culture. You explained how humans seemed to revel in making the mundane entertaining, and to your surprise, Shadow started asking questions.

“How do these… memes work?” he asked cautiously, as though the word itself was foreign to him.

“Oh, where do I even start?” you said, grinning. “They’re kind of like inside jokes, but the whole internet is in on them. Here, I’ll show you some later.”

Shadow huffed softly, but he didn’t object.

The knots in his fur took time to untangle, and the process was slow, but you could tell he was beginning to relax. The tension in his frame lessened with every careful stroke of the comb, and by the time you were done, he almost looked comfortable.

“There,” you said, sitting back to admire your work. His fur, though still patchy in places from old scars, gleamed faintly in the soft cabin light. “Much better.”

Shadow’s gaze lowered to inspect himself. For a brief moment, he seemed almost puzzled, as though he didn’t quite recognize the reflection of his former self.

“You didn’t have to do this,” he said quietly, his usual gruffness muted.

“No, but I wanted to,” you replied, setting the comb aside. “Everyone deserves to feel like themselves. Even you.”

Shadow’s crimson eyes flicked toward you, and for the first time, the weight in his gaze seemed lighter. He didn’t say thank you, but the slight dip of his head was enough to tell you he appreciated it.

As you cleaned up the supplies, Shadow remained on the couch, his expression unreadable. You weren’t sure if you’d made a dent in his walls, but for now, this was enough. It wasn’t about fixing him or changing him- it was about showing him that someone cared, even if he wasn’t ready to accept it yet.

You had spent the past hour setting up for your little stargazing picnic: a thick blanket spread out over the grassy clearing near the cabin, a thermos of hot chocolate, a small lantern, and, of course, a few snacks. You had expected Shadow to dismiss the idea as "unnecessary human indulgence," but to your surprise, he hadn’t objected when you told him to come along.

The stars were brilliant tonight, scattered across the velvet sky like shards of crystal.

You were just about to point out a particularly bright constellation when a rustling sound came from the edge of the clearing. Pausing mid-sentence, you glanced toward the noise. It was faint at first, just the soft crunch of leaves, but then you spotted movement- several small, shadowy figures creeping toward the edge of your blanket.

“Raccoons,” you muttered, watching as one bold little thief waddled closer to your snack bag.

Shadow followed your gaze, his eyes narrowing as the furry intruders approached. One raccoon reached for the bag, its tiny paws tugging at the edge of the plastic.

“Hey! Shoo!” you called, waving your hands in an attempt to scare it off. The raccoon ignored you entirely, its determination unwavering.

Shadow rose smoothly to his feet, his presence immediately commanding. “They’re scavengers,” he said, his tone flat but with a hint of amusement. “Persistent ones.”

Before you could respond, Shadow moved toward the raccoons with an ease that bordered on predatory. Despite his usually intimidating demeanor, he didn’t make any sudden movements. Instead, he crouched slightly, his crimson eyes locking onto the nearest raccoon.

“Leave,” he said simply, his voice low and firm.

The raccoon froze, its tiny paws still clutching the snack bag. Shadow took one deliberate step forward, his posture relaxed but unmistakably in control. The raccoon hesitated, then let out a chittering noise and backed away.

The others seemed to take the hint, retreating one by one into the underbrush, their rustling fading into the night. Shadow straightened, brushing his hands together as though the matter had been entirely routine.

“Well, that was effective,” you said, grinning as he returned to the blanket.

“They’re opportunistic,” Shadow replied, sitting down beside you once more. “All it takes is a stronger presence to remind them of their place.”

“Stronger presence, huh? Should I start calling you the Raccoon Whisperer?”

He shot you a sharp look, but you caught the faintest twitch of his lips before he turned his gaze back to the stars.

You leaned back, stretching out on the blanket with a contented sigh. “Thanks for saving the snacks, by the way. I guess I owe you one.”

“You owe me nothing,” he said quietly, his voice soft against the backdrop of the night.

For a moment, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, the only sound the faint chirp of crickets.

A few nights later, you were sprawled on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you noticed Shadow standing nearby. His posture was stiff, as always, but there was something different about him tonight- an awkwardness you couldn’t quite place.

“You’ve been hovering there for the past five minutes,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Something on your mind?”

Shadow hesitated, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly as though he was reconsidering whatever he’d been about to say. Finally, he cleared his throat.

“I have… prepared something,” he said, his voice unusually formal. “As an expression of-“ he paused, visibly struggling to find the words. “Gratitude. For your… companionship.”

You blinked, lowering your phone.

“Wait, did you just call me your companion? Are we about to embark on a grand quest or something?”

Shadow shot you a look, but as always his usual glare lacked an edge. Instead of responding, he reached behind himself and revealed a small piece of paper. He handed it to you with the kind of precision that suggested he’d been planning this moment for far too long. Curious, you took the paper and unfolded it.

What greeted you was not some dramatic declaration or poetic verse- no, it was a crudely drawn meme.

The image, clearly printed from a computer, featured a cartoonish drawing of Shadow’s crimson-eyed silhouette standing stiffly in the corner. Above it, in bold, all-caps font, were the words: "WHEN YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO SAY THANKS, SO YOU MAKE A MEME INSTEAD."

You stared at the paper, processing it for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Wait- did you make this?”

Shadow crossed his arms, his expression a mix of pride and irritation. “Yes. It seemed… appropriate.”

“Oh my god,” you wheezed, wiping a tear from your eye. “Shadow, this is amazing. I’m just imagining you sitting there, typing ‘how to make a meme’ into a search engine.”

“I research,” he said stiffly, looking slightly to the side. “It is not difficult to grasp the basics of modern human humor.”

You held the meme closer, letting your laughter fade into a warm smile. “Thanks, Shadow. Seriously. This is… oddly thoughtful.”

He gave a small nod, still not meeting your gaze. “You have been… tolerable company,” he muttered. “Perhaps even enjoyable. At times.”

You couldn’t help but laugh again, folding the paper carefully and tucking it into your pocket.

“For what it’s worth, you’re not so bad yourself. Maybe I’ll hang this up on the fridge.”

Shadow frowned. “The refrigerator is not an appropriate place for-”

“Too late,” you said, grinning. “I’m framing it. It’s a masterpiece.”

Shadow sighed, but as he turned away, you caught the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

[givetomurasomechapstick]

I saw that you write for Sonic The Hedgehog and  that you don’t seem to mind writing for human readers…. I was wondering if I could ask for Yandere Sonic, Silver and Shadow with a human reader who thinks that romance between mobians and humans are weird and would refuse to date a mobian. How would the yanderes react to this?

(If your comfortable with this of course 😅)

No it's ok. It's a really cool idea!

(Hedgehog Trio?) x Human!Gn!Reader

I hope I actually did this good and it isn't cringy 😛 (also sorry if it accidentally says reader is female)

Ok, so I'ma give a bit of context first: So (your chosen hedgie) and you were chatting like ya normally do together, and something comes up when you say dating a Mobian is weird.

Sonic: "Uhhh, okay?"

Very nonchalant about it.

Plays it off acting like it doesn't bother him, but it actually does.

Really doesn't care about your opinion on this, like, AT ALL.

Possesive hedgie will be definitely acting more romantic around you.

Ya know, because your his either way

Constantly asks you out to dates in a discreet way.

"Hey (Y/N), wanna go eat with me for dinner tonight. Ya know, as pals."

I feel like he would trick you into dating him in a way where you actually don't know you're dating

Just don't find out! There will be consequences

Shadow: just nods

Literally thinks he did something wrong.

He thought you and him had some sort of romantic tension around each other (or FORCED himself to believe that)

And now you say this?

Actually gets kinda upset at you for a bit. (Slightly ignoring you and stuff)

Keeps the grudge ™

Thinks your dating another Mobian and telling him this so he doesn't find out.

Next time you see him, he's definitely going to be interrogating you.

All in all, don't do anything edgy boi doesn't know about.

Silver: tries to rack his brain if he can go back in time to when you was a baby and groom you into thinking that romanticizing about Mobians is fine 👍🏽™

Udder shock.

Bro actually thought you romantically liked him (he may or may not be delusional)

Thought about going back in time to see if it's possible for him to change your mind.

Or erase the conversation.

Either way, he is definitely going to be asking a lot of 'why's' and if you've dated any Mobian before him.

Becomes more clingy and possessive than usual.

Bro is snarling at every Mobian you pass by, every Mobian you interact with, every Mobian you breathe the same air with.

Goes to his friend's to see if they may know the answer to why you are against that (if you didn't answer him)

May ask you again and again constantly "Would you date a Mobian"

To make sure if your mind changes

[mohbardaweel1]

Video | The moment the occupation bombed a building in the Nuseirat camp in the middle of the Gaza Strip, this morning

[project-merhog]

Enjoy this video of Shadow the Hedgehog being a yander for you or your OC!

[purpleflower19072]

Shadow celebrates your birthday

(I wrote this for my birthday back in December but I didn't have the energy to type it up. I am 26 now. This is a little self indulgent, please forgive me. It also gets a little suggestive at the end.)

Happy Birthday to You!

Throughout the day you and your friends had fun celebrating your birthday. You were having a blast, but you felt lonely. Your husband, Shadow the Hedgehog, was on a mission from GUN. You pushed down your sadness to not worry your friends.

When one of your friends dropped you off, you looked around and did not see Shadow’s motorcycle: Dark Rider. Your shoulder’s slumped as you opened the front door. You walked into the living room and as you sat down you bag you heard a familiar voice.

“Happy birthday, my love,”

Shadow was holding a present for you.

You took the present from him. The present was neatly wrapped in baby pink wrapping paper; the paper also had little kittens on it. The bow was pink as well. You untied the bow and carefully unwrapped the paper. Once the paper was removed, the present was a rare, special edition of one of your favorite novels. 

“Oh, Shadow, I love it. Thank you,” your emotions hit you.

“Stay here,” Shadow said as he walked into the kitchen.

Shadow comes out of the kitchen with a small bowl that had vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup. There was one little candle.

“Happy birthday, (Y/N),” Shadow said.

After eating the ice cream, you and Shadow cuddled on the couch.

“Thank you for spending time with me, Shadow,” you said.

“Of course. What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t see you on your birthday?”

“Did you teleaport here?”

“Had to. My bike got destroyed,” 

“I’m sorry about that,”

“I’ll have Commander Tower reibust me. Anyway, don’t worry about me today is about you,”

Shadow pushed you down and kissed you all over…