#shadow the hedgehog x y/n

[im-so-normal-iswear]

HELLO!

May I request a Yandere Sonic, Shadow and Silver (seperate) with a fem reader where comes from a different reality where they are fictional and somehow the hedgehogs became attached and obsessed with reader, reader is very much aware of their behavior and is also one of the reasons why she wants to go home to her own reality fast.

Sending loves to youu!!🫶🏻🤍

A/n: poll on, so now I'm putting images, I couldn't find any good ones

Yandere triple s x reader

Sonic:

At first, you couldnct believe it, you were in Sonics world.

The rolling green hills, the endless loops, the vibrant colors of the world, it was surreal. And meeting Sonic? That was the best part.

He was exactly like you imagined. Charismatic, funny, energetic. You geeked out about meeting him, and he was amused by how much you already knew about him. Sonic took an immediate liking to you, eager to show you around and let you experience the world firsthand.

The first few days were a dream come true. Running through Green Hill Zone, meeting Tails, going toe-to-toe with Eggman (it was actually more like watching Sonic handle it while you stood on the sidelines). Everything felt like a perfect adventure, straight out of a game.

Then, things started getting... off.

It began subtly. Sonic insisted on staying close to you all the time. You figured it was just him being protective. After all, you were just a human, and this world was full of dangers. But the more time passed, the more suffocating it became.

He started pulling you away from the others, cutting conversations short when you were with Tails or Amy. At first, he made excuses, "Hey, let’s get outta here! I've got something way cooler to show ya!" but you quickly realized he was isolating you.you started getting weird dreams.

You dreamed of your real home, your reality, the place you desperately wanted to return to. But every time you woke up, Sonic was already there, sitting beside you with an unreadable expression.

"Another bad dream?" he asked, his voice casual.

When you admitted what it was about, his expression darkened.

"You really wanna go back, huh?" He leaned closer, his smile strained. "I don't get it. You've got me here. What's better than that?"

The moment you realized something was deeply wrong was when you tried asking Tails about ways to return home.

Sonic snapped.

One second, he was his usual self, the next, he had grabbed your wrist, his grip too tight.

"Why do you keep talking about that?" His voice wavered, his usual confident tone slipping into something more desperate. "Aren't you happy here? With me?"

You tried to reason with him, but his grip only tightened. His eyes, usually bright and full of life, had a wildness to them.

"You belong here now" he murmured, more to himself than to you.

From then on, he never left your side. Your freedom was a distant memory. Anytime you tried sneaking off to talk to Tails, Sonic was there. If you attempted to run, he caught you within seconds, always smiling, always acting like it was a game.

"Aw, c'mon, Y/N, you know you can't outrun me."

Every time you tried to bring up leaving, his mood shifted. His smiles became forced, his voice strained.

"Look." he eventually said one night, his voice eerily soft as he trapped you in his arms. "I don't care what reality you came from. This is where you stay."

No matter how fast you tried to run, Sonic would always be faster.

And he wasn't letting you go.

Shadow:

Unlike Sonic, Shadow wasn't immediately friendly.

He kept his distance when you first arrived in the world, observing you with narrowed, calculating eyes. He didn't trust you, not at first. You were an anomaly, something that shouldn't exist in his reality.

But as time passed, Shadow became curious about you. How did you know so much about him? Why did you seem so comfortable around him when most people feared him?

You intrigued him.

Slowly, he started spending more time around you. He was never openly affectionate, but he showed his care in small ways, keeping you close when woth others, ensuring you never strayed too far, glaring at anyone who got too friendly with you.

And then, one day, you mentioned wanting to go home.

Shadow froze.

"You want to leave?" His voice was cold, unreadable.

You explained everything, the fact that he and his world were fictional in your reality, that you had a life to return to. You expected him to be logical about it.

Instead, his expression darkened.

"No."

You turned back to him. "...No?"

Shadow stepped closer, his eyes burning into yours.

"You belong here. With me."

It wasn't a request. It was a statement.

That was when your nightmare truly began.

Shadow started following you everywhere, wether you were aware or not. Always watching, always near. If you ever tried to leave his sight, he'd appear within seconds, his expression always unreadable.

He sabotaged any attempt you made to leave. If you tried to seek help from Tails or Eggman, their machines mysteriously malfunctioned. If you ran, Shadow found you instantly, his Chaos Control ensuring you never got far.

He never hurt you, but his presence was suffocating. Every conversation ended the same way.

"You can't leave."

There was no reasoning with him.

Shadow wasn't keeping you here out of malice.

He was keeping you here because, to him, you were the only thing left worth protecting.

Even if it meant stealing your freedom.

Silver:

Silver was the sweetest at first.

He was kind, gentle, and eager to help you. When you arrived in his world, he was fascinated, your knowledge, your personality, your very existence intrigued him.

And for a while, everything was perfect.

Silver went out of his way to make you comfortable, ensuring you had everything you needed. He was protective, but not overbearing, at least, not at first.

But then, you mentioned going home.

Silver's expression fell, his ears flattening. "What...? You want to leave?"

You tried to explain, but his hands trembled as he grasped your shoulders.

"You can't leave." His voice wavered, his usual optimism crumbling. "I need you here."

From that moment on, Silver changed.

He became more desperate, always clinging to you one way or another, never being more than three feet from you.

Whenever you tried to argue, he just shook his head, pleading. "Please don't talk like that. I love you, Y/N."

He would do anything to keep you.

And if that meant trapping you in his world forever...

Then so be it.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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

[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! 🥰

[mohbardaweel1]

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[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…

[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.

[pooplyface1423]

Through Dusk and Dawn pt2

Shadow x reader (platonic)

Warnings ⚠️ :None

Once at the kitchen, Maddie gave you a plate with a sticky note on top, saying

*choose whichever you would like!*

You choose classic pepperoni and sat down next to shadow

Thinking back on what happened earlier, feeling the hedgehog's small breath next to you comforting you…

You felt happy

Looking down at the smaller frame next to you.you smiled at him and pointed at the pizza with a thumbs up

He did the same with a small quick smile .one if you blinked you'd miss

After that shadow couldn't help but think about how great it would be to have someone to care for again.hoping that this time he could always be there to protect them….

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆

The days past like a flash, you were starting to feel more at home, shadow secretly helping you adjust to your new home.

Tom Maddie and the guys helping as much as they could to make you feel safe and happy.By giving you space trying to hang out w you and taking their time to learn sign language (except knuckles we know why💀)

Slowly but surely you became more adjusted to your home.

Oblivious to the fact that someone was always watching your every step making sure you never got hurt.

That someone is shadow himself, always making sure you feel safe.Always being the first one to discreetly help you without anyone knowing.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆☆

FINISHED!!!

Thanks so much for reading and sorry for the delay!

I'm so sorry it's short but I'll keep working hard for yall!<3

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[moxx-n-angel]

Let's play a game!

HOW MANY SHIPS MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE

[cherryrainn]

can you do triple s (sonic, shadow, silver)(separate) best friends with reader headcanons?

━━ ✧ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; sonic + reader, shadow + reader, silver + reader (all platonic)

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; i love all these new requests i'm getting! of course i can do this for you. here you go.

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

─ ✩ 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ; none

𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘾 ★

sonic notices when you're feeling down, even if you try to hide it. he stays up with you into the early hours of the morning, sitting with you in silence or letting you vent about what's bothering you.

on particularly tough days, sonic takes you for a high-speed run through green hill zone or other scenic spots. the rush of the wind and the beauty of the landscapes provide a brief escape from your troubles.

sonic opens up to you about his own challenges, reminding you that even heroes have their moments of doubt. he assures you that it's okay to feel vulnerable and that you're not alone in your struggles.

sonic and you embark on spontaneous adventures, exploring new zones and discovering hidden paths together. the laughter and thrill of the journey bond you even closer.

sonic treats you to his favorite chili dogs at a cozy corner in station square. the two of you chat, joke, and create new memories while enjoying the comfort food.

when you're in need of a mood boost, sonic teaches you some of his signature dance moves. the two of you end up laughing uncontrollably as you try to keep up with his lightning-fast footwork.

just remember, even the fastest hedgehog has days when he stumbles.

𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘋𝘖𝘞 ★

shadow has a knack for picking up on your mood shifts, even when you're trying to hide them. he may not be the best with words, but he sits with you in silence, offering his presence as a source of comfort.

when you need space, shadow understands better than anyone. he doesn't push you to talk; instead, he joins you in your solitude, letting you know he's there without overwhelming you.

on your worst days, shadow leaves a simple note or a small gift by your side. these thoughtful gestures remind you that someone cares about your well-being.

despite his serious demeanor, shadow surprises you with spontaneous adventures. from racing through the fields to exploring hidden caves, these unexpected moments lead to some of your fondest memories.

you find solace in watching the stars together. shadow may not show it, but he enjoys these moments of quiet connection, where the vastness of the universe reminds you both of the bigger picture.

you discover that shadow has a dry, often sarcastic sense of humor. you share inside jokes and witty banter that only the two of you understand, creating moments of laughter amidst your adventures.

𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘝𝘌𝘙 ★

silver has a strong sense of empathy and is quick to notice when you're feeling down. he approaches you gently, offering a kind ear and genuine concern, creating a safe space for you to open up.

when you're troubled, silver's psychic abilities sometimes pick up on your emotions. he visits you to share his visions of hope, assuring you that brighter days are ahead.

when you're feeling overwhelmed, silver uses his psychokinesis to create a soothing environment. the gentle movement of objects and calming energies help alleviate your stress.

silver takes you on journeys through different eras, giving you a firsthand look at the past and future. these trips create unforgettable memories and deepen your connection.

you and silver bond over shared interests, like stargazing or reading. learning about his love for constellations or his favorite books becomes a source of joy and understanding.

silver surprises you with lighthearted pranks using his psychic abilities. your laughter and camaraderie strengthen as you engage in good-natured tricks and friendly retaliation.

[voonroo]

Hey! I wondered if you could do a shadow x fem!reader (romamtic) piece with a Shadow falling for a reader that has real fire to her - energy, attitude, guts, confidence. She takes things head on her own way, daring, comes across as intimidating to some. I see a lot of soft hearted, gentle reader characters, and I'd love to see something on the opposite side of things if you're up to it :) can be headcanons or a short story, I'll let you decide that

Confidence Is Key

⌐‣ Shadow x Reader REQ.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This was not beta read we die like Maria

At first, he thought you were just like Sonic.

Loud, obnoxious, way too confident, the list goes on.

And he was right, but somewhere along the way his opinions on you changed.

Your loud nature, once a headache, now soothed him when he overheard you go off on some rando for being too comfortable doing something they shouldn't have been.

Your attitude went from being a nuisance to bearable after he actually had to have a one-on-one conversation with you.

He realized he had mistaken your guts for false confidence, an unbreakable character for cocky.

He grew to respect you, and then furthermore admired your guts.

You weren't afraid to speak up, take charge, or even confront him face-to-face.

He didn't realize how down bad he was until he caught himself thinking about you one evening on his way home.

He didn't have a drawn-out crushing faze, instead he got slapped in the face by cupid and was told to go figure shit out.

The day after his epiphany, he takes a page from your book and shows up at your doorstep.

He asks if he can take you out on a date, albeit a bit shyly. His voice is there but his gaze looks anywhere but you.

It's after taking you out for dinner and dropping you off at your home, does he admire your confidence once again when you lean in and leave him at your door with a kiss on the cheek.

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