#shadow x mobian reader

[damnfeelings09]

This video (cr. allhailgiratina / Percy on tiktok) is definitely gonna be a new pov 🥵

Update: here it is Animals AU - Shadow's version

[vaniiiope]

So something I thought about for a while from seeing the Sonic 3 trailer.

Do you notice that Shadow’s chest seems more broad? Like I know I’m not going crazy but there has to be someone in that studio who has a crush on shadow because ain’t no way they made him look this fine.

(My man has the waist, back, chest- just everything. UGH)😫

A head cannon of mine; He has muscles hidden underneath that fur. Change my mind.

(Also Sega PLEASE bring his fangs back🙏.)

[silvertheduckling]

Shadows in the Rain

This is a Shadow one shot! I could make it into a series if everyone likes :3 Music I recommend for this fic, (if you like listening and reading) is Sailor by Alex Kehm. Also her song called Howl also fits the mood ♡

Summary: You find Shadow in the park during a rainy afternoon, and you share an umbrella.

Reader is a mobian and GUN agent. (1,347 words.) Hope you enjoy! 💙

It was a misty afternoon, as soft rain drops fell from the sky. Small puddles pooled in curbs and in the imperfections of the sidewalk. There was no breeze or movement, just calm, peaceful silence. Except for the patter of the rain drops, making a pleasant hum. You had taken the afternoon off, to enjoy this serene atmosphere. Umbrella in hand, as your boots made little splashes on the wet sidewalk. 

That morning, you had been assigned to work with Shadow, only for Shadow nowhere to be found. It was unusual for him to be absent, for he was always very punctual, especially if others were relying on him. You worried about him, for how uncharacteristic it was. But you were left with your thoughts and the soft sound of the rain.

 He was a very intriguing person; Rouge herself had told you about how he was. She always teased you about Shadow, saying you had a way of pulling words out of him that no one else could. Though you were never sure if you believed her. Over the few months together on missions, he never conversed more than necessary.

Only, his eyes always spoke more than his voice ever did. You could swear you'd seen a hint of vulnerability in his deep, ruby eyes. A hidden struggle behind those beautiful gems. 

 His gaze always seemed to stiffen as soon as it became too revealing. Making you wonder if those moments were all a work in your head.  

Over these past months, he'd warmed up to you more, though never getting too comfortable. On those riskier missions he always would choose the more difficult front-line assignments. Saying you wouldn't be able to keep up. 

Those missions when you could see the flash of panic when you made a close call, the strong reprimand to never do that again on the ride to headquarters. When you'd see that deeper look in his eyes. Those moments when you understood he did care. 

He had showed it many times. When he had saved your life. When enemies got a little too close and he stepped in front of you. Shielding you with himself. Though, more recently, he had grown distant. 

Ever since you both had been on a mission that cut very close. Too close. In the moment he insistently asked if you were alright, looking you over many times. That desperate worry in his eyes as he looked in yours. He held you by your shoulders making you look in his eyes, his grip firm but gentle.

"Don't do that again."

The passing of a car splashing in the little stream brought you out of your thoughts, the blur of fading headlights melting in the hazy fog. 

 Faint glow from a light pole shined a misty haze over an approaching bench, a figure lightly illuminated there. Curiosity bubbled in you as you wondered who the figure was. Once close enough the misty glow revealed an empty stare, Shadow. 

Raindrops trickled from his fur to the cool ground. He looked so distant, so lost. Gazing in no direction in particular, tension in his hands as they clenched. 

You stood there for a few moments, wanting to greet him happily but biting your tongue, knowing that's not what he needed right now. With a soft movement, you sat on the bench, an arm length between you. 

You debated in your head if that had been the best idea, that he probably wanted to be left alone. It's too late to turn back now.

You inched closer, wondering if he noticed your presence. Slowly, you shifted your umbrella, letting its brim cover him. After a few moments he seemed to notice. His ruby eyes softened slightly as they met yours, revealing a flicker of emotion beneath his usual hardened gaze.

Though, he was silent. His irises looking impossibly deep in yours. It felt like he was looking in your soul. Like, he was.... searching. Searching for your angle, why you were showing him grace. 

All he seen was your honest sweet gaze. The kindness in your eyes... They were genuine. It had been so long since he had seen such tender, empathetic eyes directed towards him... He hesitantly met your gaze once again. 

"What are you doing?" 

His voice soft and quiet matching the gentle hum of the rain.

"You weren't at the meeting for our mission this morning, so I took this afternoon off; and found you here."

You had noticed? That alone made Shadow soften ever slightly. His gaze left yours to the rest of the misty central park. 

"I'm sorry."

he murmured, lowering his gaze to his lap as if the weight of the words pained him.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." 

He looked up again, as his eyes found yours once more. His facial features softened gently, his brow less furrowed, his frown less prominent. 

"It's okay to take a break sometimes. I just... I was worried about you."

He froze a little after that statement. The idea that his presence... was missed. 

That look in his sanguine eyes revealing how much that sentence alone meant to him. 

The buzz of a phone interrupted the exchange as you sheepishly took out your phone with murmured apologies. It was Rouge asking where you were, you had forgotten your plans with her. 

"I'm sorry. Rouge is waiting on me and you know how she is."   

You said hurriedly embarrassed as you gathered yourself. 

"Um... where I'm going isn't far, you want my umbrella?"

Kindness in your eyes as you smiled gently offering the umbrella. He looked at you for a lingering moment, then he gently reached for it. Your hands brushed each other softly as he took it from your hand.

For a moment that felt longer than it was, his hand lingered over yours on the umbrella. In the gentle shower you both stood under the cover of the umbrella. You both clung onto this moment preserving it gazes locked. 

Time seemed to slow as your eyes searched his and his prodded yours. He remained silent, his eyes speaking for him. His deep gemstones caught the faint cast of light, showing the vulnerability in them. They wavered between yours. Your presence comforted him. Though silent, his eyes betrayed the truth—he didn't want you to leave.

The buzz of a phone call in your pocket disrupted the eye contact. You both knew who it was. 

"I should go. You have a good afternoon, ok?"  

You spoke apologetically as you pulled your hand away fully giving him the umbrella. 

"See you later."   

 He nodded faintly at your soft tone, as his grip on the umbrella grew tighter. You turned walking down the path, taking the phone call. Your figure growing farther in the misty afternoon. Blurring into the rain. He stood there watching you go, left with his thoughts. 

"Bye (name)."

He murmured, his voice barely audible over the rain, as though speaking to the memory of your presence more than to you. He gazed where you once were, umbrella in hand. 

As he walked home, he held tight to the look in your eyes. The rain continued to fall, but the memory of your warmth lingered. A contrast to the cool misty atmosphere. 

It had been a few days since that late afternoon, you were at your home enjoying a lovely clear morning making some breakfast. There was a gentle knock at your doorstep, as you gazed curiously in that direction. After a few moments you walked to the door opening it, revealing no one there. Your gaze fell and there you saw your umbrella and beside it a vase of red roses and little white flowers. You picked both up bringing them inside. You set the flowers on the counter. 

A soft smile crossed your lips as you traced the delicate petals. The roses, their crimson petals catching the morning sunlight; reminded you of his gaze—vulnerable, yet unyielding. Even in his silence, Shadow's gratitude spoke volumes. You noticed a little card in the middle, and you pulled it out. Opening it gently it simply read;

"Thank you ---Shadow."

Hope you enjoyed! Let me know! Reblogs, comments and likes much appreciated! 💙

[cheezb6llz]

Hi! Well, I don't know if you make a specific kind for mobian readers, but if you do, I could ask you to make a Yan! Shadow and Knuckles x Fennec fox! Reader who's just so silly with everything and when they're kidnapped they're like "Hmm, good morning? It's very comfortable here:3"

And sorry if my English is bad, I'm still learningT^T

YANDERE SHADOW X DELIGHTFULLY SILLY MOBIAN READER

i tried to add some fennec fox stuff but i was struggling lololol hope you like it still!!!!

———

You wake up to the softest, coziest bed you’ve ever been in. The pillows are plush, the air smells nice, the room is just ridiculously cozy after all.

You stretch out, yawning, then you pause when you feel something cold wrapped around your wrists.

You look down.

Yeah, you’re definitely cuffed to the bed.

You stare at the chain for a moment, tilting your head, and instead of freaking out like any normal person would, you just.. Shrug.

“Hmmmm.. Good morning!” You chirp, stretching your legs beneath the blanket. “Woww.. This is nice. Fancy room? Top tier comfort? What, did I win a prize?”

A deep sigh is heard from the corner of the room.

You look over, and oh-

Shadow is standing there, his arms crossed as he’s just.. Watching you.

When you meet his gaze, a soft smirk peeks at the corner of his lips.

“Ohhh I get it now!” You giggle, tail flicking behind you. “I was kidnapped! Wow, that took me a second-“

“It’s not kidnapping.”

Shadow cut you off, crossing his arms.

“It’s securing our future together.”

“Sooo.. Totally kidnapping?”

His eye twitches.

But instead of getting frustrated, he just exhales and nods, stepping forward towards the bed.

“Fine. If that’s what you want to call it.”

You beam. “Oooh! So you admit it! Cool, cool.. Sooo what’s next? Ooh, do I get breakfast in bed? Do captives get a menu??”

He leans down at the edge of the bed, pressing his hands against it.

“You don’t need a menu.”

He smirked slyly.

“I already know all your favorites.”

Your ears perk up. “Oh! Perks of being stolen by a stalker!”

He chuckles softly.. Actually chuckles. He should be annoyed by your lightheartedness, but this..

This is exactly why he chose you.

You’re perfect.

“Hmph.. If I knew you’d take this so well..” He slowly moved to the side of the bed to get closer to you, tracing his finger along the sheets. “I would’ve done this alot sooner.”

You giggle. “Wowww guess you really lucked out, huh? Kidnapping someone who actually appreciates good interior design!”

“Yes.”

Yes.

This is exactly how he always imagined it.

——

LOVED IT

[lecaudal]

Shadow didn't grow up around Mobian languages of affection, but for you, he learned some.

When you're resting on his chest, he begins grooming your forehead, licking it calmly and tentatively. You're surprised at first, for a while he felt like a human in a hedgehog's body.

He starts purring. He's never allowed himself to purr around you before. Once it slipped out, and he got really embarrassed. But here, with you, he's being himself.

He nuzzles against you gently.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Shadow x sonic x tall!fox!reader who wished that they were shorter to kiss their boyfriends easier

“Tall People Problems”

Pairing(s): Shadow the Hedgehog x Tall Mobian Fox Reader x Sonic the Hedgehog

Requested: Yes (by @fernstarsblog ).

Description: Being tall was great! You could reach the top shelf, you- …well, that was about it. You always disliked being so tall; you could never properly kiss your partners. It sucked.

Notes: Even more poly stuff, heck yeah! I hope you enjoy!

(Reader will be gender-neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

– – – – – – – – – – – –

It was a pretty average day, with the sun shining outside and the birds chirping.

You creak open your eyes, blinking a few times as you adjust to the light.

The first thing you notice is the two warm, heavy bodies on top of you.

The second thing you notice is one of them snoring, that one being your partner, Sonic.

The other body, that being your other partner, Shadow, who seems to be purring, though it sounds more like clicking, which you’ve loved since the first time you heard it.

This was…nice.

You start scratching Sonic and Shadow behind their ears, causing Sonic to start purring with Shadow leaning into your touch.

You could get used to this.

…Unfortunately the peace doesn’t last long, with Sonic’s communicator blasting its ringtone at full volume, causing all of you to all but leap out of the bed, all of you on edge as Sonic answers his communicator.

“Yello?” Sonic says.

“Hi Sonic! Sorry for the early call,” the voice of Tails says. “I just wanted to make sure you remembered our morning hangout!”

“Oh yeah! Don’t worry bro, I’ll be there in a minute,” Sonic says. “Just let me say bye to my partners and such.”

“Okay, no rush! I’ll see you soon, Sonic!” Tails says.

“See ya soon, bro,” Sonic states before hanging up, letting off a huge yawn while stretching. Shadow, too, yawns, rubbing his eyes a bit with his ungloved hands. “Welp, guess I gotta juice. Love you both!”

Sonic gives you both a kiss on the lips, which causes Shadow to get flustered as it usually does, before zooming out the door.

“Typical Sonic,” you say, shaking your head. “Guess that leaves us to breakfast, eh?”

“I suppose it does,” Shadow states. “What are you thinking?”

“Probably just eggs and bacon, maybe with some sausage and coffee,” you say.

“Sounds good to me,” Shadow says.

The two of you head off to the kitchen, and you quickly remember that the counters are sort of small compared to you.

I mean, you’re only about a foot taller than your partners, but it still doesn’t help much with the fact that you’re, well, tall.

Regardless, you lean down, grabbing a pan and turning on the stove, placing the pan over the heat, grabbing the butter and eggs, spreading butter on the pan before cracking two eggs, cooking them to over-easy perfection, taking them off of the pan and onto a plate with your spatula.

Buttering up the pan again, you crack two more eggs, this time opting to scramble them for yourself. After they’re cooked to perfection, you use the spatula again to put them on another plate just as Shadow finishes cooking the sausage and bacon.

He places them on a plate and you give Shadow a kiss on the head, where his red streak ends, and he grumbles, a bit flustered.

The two of you eat your breakfast, chatting about whatever, with Sonic eventually coming back around noon, the three of you opting to go out on an afternoon hike before coming home once it’s dark, getting ready for bed.

While watching a before-bed movie (with it being some cheesy romance movie), you start to wonder what it would be like to be the same height as your partners. Being tall is great and all (hey, that rhymed), but you wish you were shorter so you could properly kiss your partners.

Sonic notices you sulking and he tilts his head to the side, confused.

“Everything alright, [Nickname]?” Sonic asks.

“Do you guys ever wish I was shorter?” you ask.

“Where is this coming from all of a sudden?” Sonic asks.

Shadow looks over at you as well, a bit of concern on his face.

“I just- Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being tall, but…I wish I was able to properly kiss you both,” you state.

“Aw, but [Name], we love your tall kisses,” Sonic says. “And if you were shorter, we’d lose our huge cuddle buddy!”

“What the faker is trying to say is that we love you for you,” Shadow states. “Be it tall, short, or whatever. We love you regardless.”

You give the both of them a kiss, as if saying “Thank you.”

You loved these hedgies to death.

[fluffypinkpillows]

Guess who has been thrusted into the Yandere Shadow the Hedghog hole~!

That’s right, it’s me. I’m fucking cringe.

Anyway, I wanted to share some of my own headcanons for a Yandere Shadow. I’ve seen so many cool ones but nothing that’s unhinged enough for me. (I’m sorry, I like them crazies.)

(Reader is assumed to be a Mobian.)

First things first: as soon as Shadow meets you for the first time he’s obsessed with you. Either because you act similarly to Maria or because of other factors, he’s head over heels.

He’s the type to watch you through your windows at night, Scream movie style (love Matthew Lillard). He excuses this to himself as “just protecting you from possible break-ins,” but we all know it’s because this boy is down bad.

Sometimes he’ll call your phone while outside, just so he can see your facial expressions as the two of you talk.

Weeks go by like this without you even knowing he’s even out there. To be fair, he’s practically invisible thanks to his fur (quill?) color.

You get so used to talking to Shadow on the phone so much that you don’t even notice when he’s entered your home, either through an unlocked window or door. He might even just chaos control his way inside.

He mostly just watches you sleep, might even caress your fur, hair, or quills as he thinks to himself: “Mine.”

It might even get to the point where he climbs into your bed and listens to your breathing as he cuddles you, all while you’re none the wiser. (Too much? Haha.)

Strangely enough, you tend to wake up more refreshed than usual on those nights that he does. You also have strange dreams, which is not helping the already-developing crush that you’re having towards Shadow. (But we all know those aren’t just “strange dreams.”)

Even though Shadow is a brick wall when it comes to expressing his emotions, his teammates (specifically Rouge) notice his odd behavior. And, it isn’t long until they call him out on it.

Of course, Shadow just brushes it off. They don’t understand. He wants to protect you. He needs you.

[diaphene]

n s f w MDNI

shadow the hedgehog x reader

alexa play snowman by sia

it’s like his prayers had been answered

you two were in his dimly lit room sitting on his bed, with the house all to yourselves. you wore your favorite dress, excited to see him again. it started off with talking and a few jokes here and there. he removed his shoes and decided to lie down, your company alone putting him at ease. you asked if it was okay if you joined him, with the sitting position starting to become uncomfortable. he fixed his face to remain calm and gives you the green light, when he is actually freaking out on the inside. you lie down just a few inches from his face, & confess how comfortable you feel and how much you appreciate him. he says the same to you, letting you know how easy it is to talk to you & much you’ve helped with adjusting to his new life.. and that he couldn't have done it without you. you shake your head, knowing that isnt true… when you notice him leaning in closer. your heart quickens with your body temperature rising, when you slowly begin to move to meet him

the kiss starts gentle, becoming familiar with one another, not wanting to disrupt the peace of the moment. his lips are so soft, and with his gentle touches, its beginning to feed your desire for more. you apply more pressure with a moan, and that awakens his hunger. you run your hand thru his white tuft, & for gods sake its soft too.. eliciting a little moan from him. the tension is thick, it is clear you both have wanted each other for a long time now. you move your massaging hand down his abdomen. “i want you” your faint voice barely a whisper. his mouth is agape, his brain frying and failing, leaving him high and dry. by god does he want you too

noticing him frozen, you giggle and slowly lay him down on his back, making your way between his legs. he is halfway hard with precum gathering at the top. you kiss the tip, and he jerks slightly. using your tongue, you begin tracing the veins on his shaft, enjoying his suppressed little whines. he’s definitely starting to fully harden now. you begin to plant open mouth kisses from the base up before taking him in fully and sucking. he hisses, followed by an airy “fuck”. he lightly grabs the back of your head, every so often gripping your hair then releasing. after you’ve gotten him nice and lubed, you decided to take him all the down and swallow, which causes you to choke, just a little

shadow quickly removes you in a panic, swearing his soul left his body for a split second. “d-don’t” he heaves, and pauses for a moment “i won’t- you’re gonna make m-” its hard for him to get the room to stop spinning. its so cute seeing him a mess like this. but its a good thing he stopped you, because you weren’t finished yet. you nod and position yourself so that your back is facing him, lifting your dress and pulling your panties to the side. you look over your shoulder, “ready?” yes and no, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut & throwing his head back onto his pillow. you smiled and began to lower yourself onto him. thanks to your work from before, he slid inside with ease. he grips your hips, & with moans filling the room, you gently rock back and forth, feeling his prominent veins each time

it was more perfect than you imagined

[withintheshadowsx]

-nsfw, fem!mobian!reader, slight dubcon but not really

boom!shadow would be such a mean dom. that man is harsh and shows no mercy during sex, he's sure to leave marks all over your body in order to show others who you belong to. he likes to fuck you hard and rough, until you're drooling and whining and whimpering and begging and your pretty eyes are glazed over with tears. overstimulation and degrading are his thing-- he'd have you pinned to the bed, your face pressed against the pillow, muffling your moans as he pounds into from behind, whispering the filthiest things in your ear as brings you to yet another release. you're spent, your body is sore and aching and you want nothing more than to rest but he doesn't care--he's right on you again, sliding his cock inside your used cunt and fucks into you again and won't stop until he's satisfied.

movie!shadow is more cautious; he's very aware of his strength and fears hurting you, so he tries to be more on the gentle side, even if the darker part of him wants to go harder. he's more focused on your pleasure and wants to please you properly; the sounds of your sweet moans and praises get him excited, he peppers soft kisses on your muzzle, trailing his mouth down your neck as he thrusts into you in a firm, but controlled fashion. he loved how you squeezed his cock, you felt so good and so perfect and he's struggling to reign his more carnal desires to fuck you into the mattress, as he'll only go as hard as you want him to. but when you do give him the green light, your nails digging into his shoulder and your legs wrapped around his waist, pleading to him in that soft, needy tone 'harder', 'faster' he lets loose. the room is filled with moans and the sound of the bed creaking roughly, the headboard slamming into the wall as he ruts into you with a fervent need, groaning in your shoulder as he feels his orgasm approaching. his hand slides up and his fingers intertwine with your own as you reach your peak together--looking into your eyes because he loves the blissful expression you wear as you come undone for him

x!shadow is a cruel tease. he likes seeing you tremble beneath him as he thrusts his fingers into your cunt, moaning and begging for more. he's got a thing for edging, thrusting, twisting his fingers inside you and rubbing against your sweet spot and right when you're on the brink, right when your toes start to curl and the knot that forms in your belly starts to unravel...he'll pull his fingers out. especially if you misbehave. he frowns when you move your hips to meet the thrust of his fingers and immediately pulls out, ignoring your whine. did he say you could move? you were so hard-headed. he gives your cunt a hard slap before maneuvering you to where his head is in between your thighs, his lips ghosting against the smooth flesh in light kisses and nibbles, slow, teasing, and torturous for you. you want nothing more than for him to be inside of you-- his fingers, his tongue, his cock. any part of him, you needed him badly and he knows this. he revels in the fact that you're putty in his hands, his little doll he can bend and toy with at his will. your whines and pleas are music to his ear as he blows air against your dripping cunt, his lips brushing against your lower lips. his tongue slides out and every so briefly, swipes at it and your thighs tighten around his head. you wanted it badly, to feel his tongue in you, fucking you? you would have to beg for it first. beg and plead for him to fuck you and he'll give you what you ask for. eventually. not without a little torment first, after all you were not allowed to cum until he decided you can.

[mauvethehedgehog]

Im still struggling with shadows quills :')

[damnfeelings09]

Thinking about writting a small fic with this Sir. Lancelot pictures as inspiration

[vaniiiope]

❄️Baby it’s cold outside❄️

Since it’s that time of year again I decided to put this out there :)

Warnings: Fluff, but mentions mating season towards the end.

•It’s that time of year again, Winter. Usually Shadow is never really cold during this time of year, but on occasions he will get chills up his quills.

•Imagine Shadow and you cuddled up against the warm covers. Grabbing you by the waist to keep you closer and warm. Low grumble like purrs are heard throughout the room.

•This is also the time where his white chest fluff becomes more prominent. Before he met you, he would usually trim it up to keep it out of the way. Or even get Rouge to do it for him. But now that he has you, it’s a routine you both go through. He silently watches as you carefully trim up his chest fluff, grateful that he has someone like you in his long life.

•Once you’re finished, it’s usually in piles of white fluff, looking like clouds :). He’s a little grumpy that it grows back quickly, but give him a kiss and he’ll feel much better.

•With Shadow being a coffee guy(he literally eats coffee beans), he secretly loves hot chocolate. Adding cinnamon sticks to the mixture. Every time you walk past him you can smell the scent of coffee beans/hot chocolate with a hint of cinnamon. Gives him that sweet natural smell.

•(P.S: Since Shadow is bioengineered, his rut season is not normal and usually happens in the Winter towards the Spring. Fangs more sharper and he’s more unusually touchy.)

Do with that information as you please. :)

[silvertheduckling]

Shadow headcanons!

Hello! This is my first time writing these so bare with me, but I have collected some headcanons and would love to share with others who are in love with this little grumpy hedgehog 🤣

This can be platonic bit I've written it romantically, also this is Mobian reader x Shadow. Otherwise I find it strange. Anyways without further ado here they are. It's like 400 words

•I think Shadow would be pretty closterphobic when it comes to small spaces or narrow passages. (Ark flashbacks) Definitely would try to hide it but would show in his eyes how weary of it he really was.

•I feel Shadow would have a soft spot for young children, though he would pity their innocence, he would, almost appreciate that children are free from anxieties. Envying that.

•When you are sick he would go almost crazy tending to you every second of the day. Making sure you're drinking enough water, fed, lots of cuddles and assurance. His anxiety would spike, because of how it reminded him of how helpless he would feel with Maria being sick on the Ark.

•I feel like he wouldn't eat much, feeling it like it's a waste of time because he can naturally sustain himself. but when you cook? You bet he will be eating all of it. Because he loves your food >.<

•I think he would love to have someone stroking his quills, running your hands through them. He can definitely purr and it would be because of those pets.

•definitely stealing his sweatshirt. When he finds you wearing it he will grumble and complain that you're stealing it without asking, but deep down he would feel a sense if pride that you choose to. If you ever say you're cold he would definitely open his arms and say "come here"

•He definitely takes motorcycle rides to relax. Treats his motorcycle like his baby. After awhile of getting to know each other he would love driving you places. I feel like he would enjoy taking you out to a small bar, playing pool and maybe having a drink or two before riding home in the sunset. Though he always makes sure you are wearing a helmet leather jacket and pants for your safety.

•Avid Star gazer. You'd find him on his favorite roof spot with a blanket down looking up at the stars. I feel like it makes him feel connected to Maria even when she's gone.

•Also loves to sing when he's alone. One time you accidentally find him singing to himself as he watches the sunset on the roof. He would definitely be unbelievablely embarrassed that you caught him. Then when you'd compliment his beautiful voice he'd do it more often when you were together. Especially when you'd request him to. He also enjoys it when you sing to him too, sometimes much more then he let's on.

If everyone likes this I will write more :3

[midnightbears]

Omg u said u wanted a sonic movies mobian reader insert found family story with amnesia trope????? Coming right up <33333

[nockstormbringer]

Sonic the Hedgehog [Movies & Games]

↳ Characters I'm writing for!

Requests are opened; headcanons only

Mobians

Sonic the Hedgehog

↳ Sonic the Werehog

Shadow the Hedgehog

Silver the Hedgehog

Tails || Miles Prower [platonic only]

Knuckles the Echidna

Amy Rose

Rouge the Bat

Humans

Eggman || Ivo Robotnik

Gerald Robotnik [Platonic Only]

Maria Robotnik [Platonic Only]

Agent Stone

Tom Wachowski

Maddie Wachowski

[solaerina]

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: ̗̀➛ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.1𝚔

➹ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ: ᴍɪᴋᴇʏᴋᴜɴꜱ, ʙᴇʀɴᴀʀᴅʙᴇɴᴅʏꜱᴛʀᴀᴡꜱ | edited | AO3 Ver. | Mobian Reader

The bitter coldness of the evening bit at your furs. The warm lights shone through the delicate mist of the night. It was that time of the year where people rejoice on the eve of christmas. Folks passed, some of them had their hands intertwined chatting on with their lives. Romance floated strong and thick across the atmosphere, unfading. 

The touch of sadness roamed your heart in circles, loneliness greeting you like the autumn’s fall bequeathed by the winter’s chill. Here you sat on the bench alone, shivering in your boots. Shadow had gone and never came back. You supposed that this whole date set up took a toll on his patience and probably headed home. Shadow was not the one to engage in such activities but..a moment between you under the romantic occasion wouldn’t hurt to experience just for once. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have persuaded him with this. You might have forced him to go with you out of his will. The guilt jabbed at your heart like a needle. How could you have been so dense? Of course Shadow was not the one to blend into some pointless dates! Now you must have made him mad or ruined his mood. 

Your fingers screwed through the fabrics of your dress and bit your inner lip as your gaze lowered. Dozens of negative thoughts rammed through your head as you sunk into the depths of it. Too lost at detesting yourself, someone had approached you and called your name, unnoticed by you. Until they knelt before your level and tapped gently at your cheek. Surprised by the unwelcome gesture, you snapped away from your trance and was tugged back into reality. Your head lifted right up and your eyes met with familiar red ones you’ve been longing to gaze on the entire evening, donned in a brown coat with a red scarf wrapped around his neck to keep him warm. 

“Shadow?” His name fell onto your lips before you knew it. How you missed him. It took you great restraint from jumping to him and hugging him tight, never wanting him to disappear from your sight ever again. Yet, Shadow was not the one who is accustomed to physical contacts. If forcing him to engage with you unwillingly on this date was not bad enough, then you should start to refrain yourself from now on. 

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, your voice almost failing you as if you were about to break any second, casting your eyes downwards again. “This date was a bad idea and I shouldn’t have forced you to go with me,” you failed to see the crease of the dark hedgehog’s expression as you continued to ramble out. “I’m  sorry on making you go even though I knew that you’re not used on this kind of things I just..” you pause for a second, needing a moment of reprieve by the heavy weight on your chest, your ears flattening against your head as a look of pure sadness painted your complexion. “I just wanted to spend time with you..” your voice drops, barely above a whisper. 

And it was followed by silence, receiving no answer from the black hedgehog himself. This caused an anxiety to stir inside your chest, thinking you might have made his mood sour that it’s already been. He might think that you were being  too ‘clingy’ for his liking. Were you acting rather persistent than you  realised? What if he decided to leave you  after this?

You heard Shadow give out a sigh, light and soft. One of your ears flicks at the sound. 

“How did you come to that conclusion?” Shadow finally spoke, his voice calm and steady. “You didn’t force me into anything,” he stated and raised a hand to show a cup he’s been holding in his hand, “I bought a coffee in the nearby shop here. Didn’t I tell you that?” 

Coffee? 

You look back up again and see the cup in the black hedgehog’s gloved hand. “The temperature had gone way lower than it probably should. I figured a hot beverage would keep you warm for the time being.” 

The sadness that once enveloped you was now replaced by a delicate flow of confounded relief. Did he really.. “You’re not mad?” you ask him quietly. 

Shadow raised a brow, your question bemusing him. “Why would I be?” 

You meet his eyes, his red irises boring deep into yours. Pleasant warmth creeped up into your neck and climbed towards your face, spreading the heat throughout your furs. 

“I thought you were getting annoyed by all this. Spending your time with me and dragging you throughout this place. You were suddenly gone and I couldn’t find you anywhere,” you meekly explained to him as a tiny smog wisps out from your lips from the winter’s air. 

A faint gleam surfaces from Shadow’s red eyes, barely visible that you failed to catch it. “I wasn’t,” he says as he took a moment to look around the wintry place; people with friends, family, and even the lovers passing by. He studied them as if figuring out if this is how they bond with each other when seasons like this occur. “This is all new to me. It didn’t sit right with me at first to be in this place, to be associated with many people since I am accustomed to solitude for a long time. However,” Shadow returned his gaze to you and you swore that you saw a glimpse of underlying crumble of the pensive, stern demeanor that hardened him, to a frontage display of vulnerability that resided deep somewhere in his heart. 

“..If it’s with you, then I’m willing to try and allow myself to adapt in this conforming world of yours. If that would cost me to see the look of joy of contentment in your face.” he professes, straightforwardly, his deep voice wreathed in pure and distilled sincerity that even it could quell the flame’s scorching disaster. 

You stared at him wide-eyed, flabbergasted, lost at words. Your heart raced against your ribcage as it ached to burst out. There was a constant tingle in your nerves, a tickle to your bloodstream, and a strew of downy sensation mending through your furs. Did Shadow always sound this daring and upfront? Or does he have a way of picking his words?

Either way, with each time that passes by, the longer you know him, the more you discover a part of him that you never expected to see. He was a man who was shrouded in obscurity, hard to decipher what runs inside his thoughts. 

Flame burned the surface of your face and covered it  with your gloved hands, embarrassment taking over you. Yet, the wagging of your fluffy tail from behind betrayed your concealment. Shadow caught the motion and the corner of his lips quirks into a small smirk, amused. 

“I thought you’d left me,” you murmur behind your hand, unable to look Shadow in the eye. At this rate, you were surely convinced that there were steams coming out of your now reddened ears. Then, a hand came to your wrist and gently pulled it away from your face. “I would never leave you here alone. You were probably too focused on watching the performer a while ago that you were unable to hear what I told you.” 

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you recalled Shadow telling you something while you were watching the performer do his tricks to entertain people. What an oblivious girl you were. “I’m sorry..”

“None of that,” Shadow replies and gestured the cup towards you, offering for you to take it. “Here, drink it before it gets cold.”

You look at him bashfully for another seconds before you softly smile, touched by his genteel gesture and took the cup from him. 

Shadow then got up from his knee and sat on the bench beside you. You blew the airy steam of your caffeine before taking a small sip, a calming relief flooding your senses as the liquid flows through you. While you were sipping on your coffee, a warm sensation was felt around your neck and you turned your head to see Shadow wrapping his red scarf around you.

“It’s getting colder out here,” he says to you while he worked his hands on the red scarf until it was loosely secured enough to give room for you to breathe and ensured it wouldn’t come off.  

Tingles of bubbly sensation formed in your guts. The scent of him wafted from the soft cotton on your neck, your fingers coming to gingerly caress the fabric on her skin. “Thank you, Shadow.”

Under the tranquility of the winter eve, the chill of the breeze went on and blew through the atmosphere in its tender currents. In the midst of the stillness, a group of people appeared carrying various instruments. They worked on arranging and organizing their equipment until they were all prepared to play a ballad for the crowd. 

The song starts in a delicate strum of violin, resonating throughout the atmosphere. Then it was followed by a soft hum of brass, coupled along with the piano and trumpet, until it formed into a lovely continuous play of the ballad, adding more charm to the winter’s eve. People were starting to take interest at the song; gathering around in two or more as joyous chatters and laughs left them as a mirthful aura spreaded across the area. Some of them started to sway along, dancing leisurely to their heart’s content with their lovers or friends while the children played and ran around.

“How lovely,” you mutter in awe, watching as the scene unfolds through your eyes. Shadow was watching as well, observing the way people interact with each other, how they were in sync with the song as they laughed in merriment to the delightful hour. 

“Do you want to join them?” 

Your eyes flickered to him, astonishment written all over your face, lips parted. Shadow, the Ultimate Lifeform, asking you to join along the people who are dancing? The world must be healing itself. 

“Do you mean to ask me for a dance?” You question, wanting to make sure if Shadow’s invitation is purely honest. Your tail ruffles lightly behind as you anticipate his answer. 

The black hedgehog shifts on his seat and teared his eyes from you, adjusting his scarf around his neck. That was odd, his neck felt warmer than usual and tight for some reason. “Maybe, I am.” He answers without looking at you. 

You blinked as you gazed at him. If there were things you knew about Shadow, he is good in nature, selfless, someone who cares for people but doesn’t know how to express it. And by so, he puts an effort to understand those around him, noticing the little things that they like, seeing through them, and most importantly protecting them from harm in the only way he knows how. In the image of a tough exterior to cover his weakness, concealing his true self that still lingered within him since the day of the tragic fate that had befallen him and took away the girl he cherished the most. 

Somewhere in him, there was still that innocent boy trapped inside him, longing to find where he belonged, someone he can call home, someone to hold him and shield him away from all the perils that seek to pursue him.

Not wanting to wait for long enough, you gave him an answer, “I would love to, Shadow,” a soft, tender smile bloomed across your youthful face, bearing that resemblance of a flower blossoming into a full bloom in its vibrant color. 

Shadow returned his gaze to you, his sanguine eyes boring into yours. His expression was unreadable, but not unreadable enough for you to perceive the faint spark that lingered in his sharp-red eyes before quickly vanishing. 

“That’s settled, then,” he states before standing up from his seat and offering you a hand. You took it and he gently pulled you up to his feet. He asks you if you already drank all of your coffee and you answer him with a ‘yes’ before he takes the empty cup and throws it away at the nearby trash can, not missing the target.

And so the two pairs went on their way to join the little crowd that continued to waltz the night away. Shadow was ahead of you, guiding your way where you both would situate yourselves among the people. His hand felt hot against yours. The hands that were used to destroy anything that imposes threat – a stark contrast of how he was holding your hand like a fragile glass, as if he was afraid to break it.

It didn’t take long for them to find their place. The engaging ballad stayed roaming free across the area in a beautiful trail of melody, whispering songs in the cold air. You faced one another. Your heart skipped a beat, nervousness claiming your being. 

To dance with a partner requires holding together as one. 

Your cheeks burned at the thought. Shadow, as if sensing your feelings, took the initiative action and grabbed one of your hands to hold it with his while he rested the other on his shoulder, leading them both to sway along with the people. A soft gasp escaped your lips, taken aback, your heart jumping inside your chest. The feeling intensified when the firm yet warm sensation of his hand held the side of your waist, then the mesmerizing image of his red eyes scribbled in restrained emotions, their rims glinting as if they told a million words yet remained unspoken. 

“Is this everything that you hoped for?” Shadow utters under his breath, staring deeply into your eyes. You hold his gaze, and find yourself being trapped in. There was always something in his voice that comforted you, though deep but strangely captivating. You softly smiled at him and nodded. 

“It is,” you answer, your voice barely above a whisper. 

Out of the corner of Shadow’s lips, it curled into a small smile. Something he rarely shows to people he’s fond of. “Let’s make this a little more livelier, shall we?” 

You look at him with curiosity. Before you can ask him what he meant by his words, Shadow suddenly lets go of your waist and uses the hand that was still locked in yours to twirl you around. A high-pitched startled noise left you, clearly not expecting for Shadow to do such a lively gesture yet he did. And since when did he learn the concept of dancing?

You weren’t able to grasp what his next move would be, because you were suddenly swept off the ground, high in the air with two strong hands holding your waist and spun you around in a quick circle. You let out another noise, higher this time and a little louder, then followed by an enthusiastic laughter. You felt the ground on your feet again as you were carefully placed down back to Shadow’s arms.

“Where did you learn how to do that?” you asked breathlessly as you panted, your hands coming to hold onto his shoulders and rested your head against it. Your heart was palpitating fast. 

“I have my ways,��� Shadow simply answers, as he envelops his arms around you back to steady your wobbly figure. 

You gave out an airy chuckle, still breathless from your recent activity. After all this time, Shadow never ceases to surprise you, uncovering yet another newfound part of him that existed. You pull your head away from his shoulder to look at him, a soft satisfied smile gracing your features. You locked eyes again. 

You’ve never been this close to each other. 

Your noses almost touched, bodies wrapped into one another with no gap left to separate you and him. It took a few moments for them to realize the angle they were in before the awareness struck in. Both of the pair’s eyes widened and quickly adjusted themselves, resuming back to their previous stance. Shadow cleared his throat and looked to the side, while you were trying your best to recollect your  jumbled thoughts of what just occurred, trying to calm your beating heart down. 

“Are you enjoying yourself so far?” Shadow asked, cutting the awkwardness that passed over them a while ago. 

Your heart had already  simmered down and finally recollected yourself, beaming a smile at him. “Of course, I am. Very so!”

Shadow’s expression softened at your words, far from the usual stern face he shows at all times. He didn’t say anything after that. 

The winterly night went on. The number of people became fewer as they went on ahead in their lives, their enjoyment throughout the evening already spent. The musicians stayed as they continued to perform their song, seemingly lost in their own world, filling the area with a sea of ambience.  

The cold air grew more potent as time passed by. But that coldness didn’t seem to trouble the two pairs, the warmth of their bodies preventing the chill to seep into their furs. 

“Hey, Shadow,” You called quietly to the black hedgehog to which he responded with a hum. “Did I ever mention that your eyes are pretty?” 

Shadow’s ear twitched as his left brow arched, intrigued. “My eyes?” 

“Mm-hm,” you smiled gingerly, her lids creasing as your irises twinkled in fondness. “I always love looking at them. It reminds me of the times when I would look at the red sky and watch as the sun slowly lowers from the horizon while I admire it from afar. It’s truly beautiful to see, just like yours.” 

Shadow’s eyes expanded, a shift in his demeanor as his lips parted. There was a speck of vulnerability that danced in the rims of his irises. But then it soon disappears and a look of disdain loomed over him and darted his eyes away. 

“You shouldn’t think of such sentimental thoughts. You overvalue your perceptions towards me. You know where I came from don’t you? What I’m created of?” his voice lowers, the tone cold as ice and sharp as a knife.

Both of them ceased their movements as mild tension hung between them. Sadness fell into you as your chest tightened. How quickly his demeanor has changed; earlier he was warming up to you as he appeared to be in a lighter mood and now, it immediately faded. The delicate look on his red eyes, she wanted to see them again. 

Shadow’s expression was strained, as if he’s relieving a horrible memory, how the self-loathe rekindles in him, despising his existence. You felt his hand tensed against yours. Whatever he was feeling right now, it’s taking a dreadful turn on his mood. 

“Hey,” you softly implore him and ever so gently, you unlatch your hand that holded him and place it on his cheek and carefully tilt it to meet your gaze. “You told me that story before, right?” you utter to him, reminiscing the time where he hesitated to tell you of his origins, how he was created, and his previous life at the Ark. It’s as if he didn’t want you to know whose blood that runs in him, and how he almost destroyed the Earth once out of hatred and revenge against humanity.

It took a second for Shadow to answer before he nodded. Your thumb fondly stroked the fur under his lids as you spoke, “Then do you remember what I told you after telling me your story?” You were answered with a nod again. Shadow remains quiet but is clearly paying attention to you.

“Then my words are the same as before. It doesn’t matter how you were born or whose blood you are connected with. You are way more than what you think of yourself. You’re you, Shadow. It’s what you do that makes you who you are, what you choose to be. And that includes protecting this world, humanity, and us. So please..”  you breathed, a melancholic gaze dawning on your features as you sadly smiled at him, your glassy eyes imploring. 

“Don’t hate yourself any longer. Don’t turn blind to the true value that resides in your soul.”

If there was the least you can do to ease the deep scar in his heart, is to be there for him through his dark times.

Shadow didn’t say anything. The only evidence of acknowledgement you could grasp was the spark in his gaze. His eyes screamed in dozens of emotions more than he could show, words that were left unspoken that ached to be told. 

Then, a tiny pale white particle fell over Shadow's nose. Followed by the other as it landed on his black furs, the shade of its contrast visible. More and more of the ice particles fell down from the sky until it became a semblance of a drizzle of rain. 

Shadow looks up, witnessing the first snow of the month pouring down from the greyish sky. He breathes silently, casting a light, transparent smoke to waft from his lips. He remembers a certain girl telling him once, aboard in the Ark where it’s only just the two of them as they both studied the seasonal occasions on the Earth with a book. Winter was the one she greatly wished to experience, rambling how they would play in the pile of snow, build a snowman, make an angel pattern on the snowy ground, everything else the season has to offer. But one thing stuck to his mind. 

“It says here that snow symbolizes innocence and a fresh start to life. Can you imagine how lovely would that be, Shadow? When we’re finally on Earth, we can start over and witness the beautiful experience of winter’s embrace! I can’t wait for that moment to come!”

He closed his eyes as he relieved the fond memory of his past, feeling the droplets of snow falling to his face and quills as he lost himself in it. Are you watching over me, Maria?

“Shadow?” a soft voice calls out. Shadow breaks out from his moment of reprieve. He opened his eyes again and casted his head down, meeting your gaze once more.

He knew that wishful dream between them would never come true. 

But wishes don’t always have to be one sided for him. She wanted him to be happy after all.

People around them bustled with life and merriment, overjoyed by the sight of the snow pouring constantly on their figures. The song had stopped too, the performers seemingly distracted by the winter’s grace visit. 

You thought you might have said something wrong or exaggerated your words, because Shadow was being silent longer than he should. You open your mouth to express your apology but before you could, Shadow had leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. Gone were the scornful gleam in his red eyes as they now swam in sincerity and longing. You nearly gasped at the contact, your breath stolen from you. 

“Perhaps I should start making memories with you from now on.” Shadow declares, his voice quiet but soft. One that he never thought he’s capable of sounding like. 

Your eyes widened at his statement in shock. He took the words completely right out of you, rendering you unable to form any sentences. Somersaults came breaking in through your chest, a strong wave of adrenaline coursing through your nerves. Never in your life would you ever hear such declarations coming from him. It sounded like a vow he forged between you. It’s as if you’ve  reached the stars in the sky, for they have blessed her with their divine gift. 

“W-What is it with you and the way you talk? It’s..unfair.” The entirety of your face turned bleak red all the way down to your neck, the close proximity between sending wild races to your heart. You feared it wouldn’t calm down after this. 

Shadow only gave you a sided smirk and to your disappointment, he pulled away from you too soon. 

“We should head home,” he said while looking around the area, observing whether the snowfall would amplify its strength as it will be difficult to ride in the thick pile of snow down in the road later on. 

Meanwhile, you still haven’t recovered prior to your blissed out emotions, hot steams blowing out from your ears. How could he act so normally after what he just did?!

And then again, there are still more time for them to unravel your moments together. Or even so, maybe there will be a time where Shadow can fully accept himself. 

author’s notes: another fic of shadow yeyyy! I hope you like this fic I’ve written. I was actually planning to write for the Idol! Shadow but this concept really took an idea out of me since Christmas is nearing! So Merry Christmas to you all and more for our beloved ultimate lifeform fics shall be written! Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! ♡ ꒰ˆ. . ˆ ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི꒱੭ﾞ