#Sonic one shot

[sonicblueartist]

⁀➷ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒

Masterlist

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Pairings: Shard x F!Reader

Summery; You wanted to help out but the tables have turned on you pretty quickly

A/n: Does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Warnings: AFAB/Female Reader// Everyone is +𝟷𝟺//Angst, blood, injuries, harassment, sharp tools, etc.

Word Count: 2598

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍❕️

»» You swallowed down nervously. There they are. The criminals Shard talked about.

You silently breath out and slowly look up from your hiding place to see what they are up to.

Your eyes widened when you saw their commander holding up a red chaos emerald.

Oh, no. This looks nasty and you know it's not your place to interfere but… for once in your life you wanted to help out instead of standing in the side while your friends risked their lives to save the world. Just once you refuse to sit this one out. Just this once... Even though this is confidential and only Ace's team will know about it…

You sighed annoyed, this is going to explode very badly in your face...

No one knows that you followed Ace's team halfway through and sneaked in the criminal's hideout, oddly without anyone noticing. You would smile proudly for your stealth if you weren't so anxious right now. What if you mess up and no one comes to your rescue? Why do you need rescuing? You are fine on your own! But what if the criminals already know that you are here and playing dumb to catch you red handed? What would Shard think? Who cares if anyone thinks if you die at the end AHG You never should have followed them. There is no turning back anymore. You come all this way and you’re not leaving until you come to finals.

You quickly shook your head to get away from thinking too much. You need to focus on the mission, the emerald. If you get it without them noticing, then Shard's job would be much easier!

You smiled, determined. Alright you got this!

You were smart enough to not bring any items with you this time, you can't attract any attention as it happened with Shard. He afterwards complimented you about your hiding skills. It's a big thing for you of course.

"𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑘𝑒𝑦𝑠, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑠. 𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑏𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢."

If he hadn't pointed it out for you, you probably would never notice your stealth skills. You really don't deserve him. Now it's your turn to be there for him.

You slowly crawl out of your hiding spot when you see them distracted, firmly holding on the iron bars in front of you. You quickly but quietly walk down from the stairs next to you and neatly hide behind a few barrels without anyone noticing your presence.

The Chaos Emerald is on your view standing in a bell glass, unprotected. You grinned widely. You are so close to your victory, you could just reach out and snatch it without them noticing and go back home without any fuss! If the victory was anything to taste… it would be delicious.

With a loud rumble the ground shook when you were ready to pick it up. With a yelp you lost your balance, falling down on your back while dropping down a barrel in your moment of panic. You gulped nervously when everyone turned towards your direction.

"Quick! Protect the Emerald and get that girl!!" The commander shouted angrily.

Before they can all jump on you the wall near them blows up sending them all away with its force and the room filled with a massive dust cloud.

In all the fuss with the adrenalin rush you quickly snatch the red emerald and make a run towards the stairs, coughing roughly because of the dust. You hissed when you felt your feet crash on something. You stumbled but managed to regain your balance and continued running.

It was certain that you would have a bruise on your foot tomorrow. Yet you still kept running, squinting your eyes shielding them to at least see a little bit. You quickly slammed a black door with your shoulder. You sighed in relief, there isn't much dust here.

"Hey, get back here you little—!" The commander shot behind you and started running after you.

You shrink in fear and start to run up the stairs. Your foot slips but you quickly gather yourself together and continue rapidly towards your only exit, the rooftop. You didn't even ask 'How the hell are you gonna escape after that?'

You quickly shove the door with your shoulder and slip outside. There goes your shoulder ouch. You are sure you gonna have a lot of bruises, soreness and aching when you wake up tomorrow. You need a nice warm bath.

You swallow and try to calm your breathing. You were really exhausted, for running so fast from the basement to the rooftop in such a short time from a fire escape! You are lucky to not be in a skyscraper.

You continue to gasp for breaths while leaning on your knees for sport.

Before you can even recover and think what to do the door slammed open.

You yelped and looked behind while pressing the emerald protectively against your chest.

The two of you stay still breathless, eyes connect with irritation. He looked more angry than tired though.

Is everyone in this universe more athletic than you? Why must you hate me, world?! I didn't do anything wrong!! Okay maybe sneaking in the criminals base and not listening to your boyfriend is something but still!! You don’t need to die for this! You wouldn't die like that right?

He quickly jumps towards you with an angry yell. You dodge his harsh arms with a gasp.

You squeal when you nearly lose your balance. With rapid hand movement you get your balance back and quickly step away from the edge to avoid falling down to your death.

You glance down fearfully. You are pretty far away from the safe now frightened safe ground, standing on top of a building.

You swallow hard and step aside. You yelled when you were forcefully taken away from the ground.

"Lemme go!!" you cry fearfully trying to break free from his tight hold. You involuntarily dropped the emerald on the ground when he picked you up.

He harshly tossed you aside like you weigh nothing, making you forcefully land on your side. Crying out in pain you gripped your side. 

As he made a run for the emerald, you hissed and quickly got on your feet, even though you were still in pain. You can't let him go with the emerald that easily.

You growled and jumped on his back.

Not expecting it, he lost his balance and landed painfully on his face. You quickly stand up to get the emerald. Before you can take another step he tripped you making you fall on your side again. You winced, hissing in pain.

Groaning, you get up on your knees. Glaring at him, you flinched when you saw a knife in his hand. He must pull it out from his belt while you were distracted.

He slowly starts to walk towards you. You crawl back a little bit with every step, whimpering in fear.

When you come to the edge, you stop, don't have anywhere else to move. You are cornered. Your back pressed firmly against the railing.

You quickly look back at the commander, breath quickened in fright. You gasp when he quickly pulls the knife ready to stab you.

You quickly hold his arms to halt his tracks to stab your chest. He gives all his strength and weight on you.

You grimace your face and groan, he is too heavy for you to hold back, having trouble stopping him from reaching you, so before he can stab you to death you quickly and as harshly as possible hit his groin with your knee.

He yelped in pain and dropped down on his side. You quickly get up, pushing him further away and sprint for the emerald.

You pick it up and run towards the other end where the door was located. You find the time to take a few quick deep breaths before he gets up with an angry growl. You gulped down nervously and glanced at the door.

Before you can open the door and make a run for it, he grips your hair and yanks it. You shriek in pain. He pulls your hair down and you drop down on your knees with a cry. You firmly hold on to his hands hoping it will help the pain decrease. Dropping the red emerald in the process.

He quickly pressed the knife on your neck furiously.

"You little— You are going to pay for what you did!" You closed your eyes tightly, whimpering under the cold sharp surface of the blade, ready to face your end.

"You should not engage in behaviors that you do not want to suffer the consequences of. This is my last warning to you." Five steel digits softly picked up the Red Chaos Emerald laying on the ground, scarlet eyes shone with a glare, never leaving his figure.

The commander cursed under his breath, now he has to deal with two things at once. Not like he is not used to this.

He growled at the new face, "Give me the emerald or I—" You would be overjoyed for his arrival if he wasn't threateningly pressing the knife on your neck harshly. You were sure there will be some scars tomorrow.

"Or you what?" Shard slowly interrupted, oddly too calm about this, his cannon interrupting his composure menacingly, ready to blast his face with any wrong movement.

He gritted his teeth, then huffed giving in somewhat easily, "Look, all I want is that Emerald. Give it to me and in exchange I'll drop the girl without any trouble. You won’t ever see me again. How's that sound?" His words had a threatening tone, voice uneasy. Pointing the knife deeper on your throat.

Shard's red optics narrowed.

If you could, you would swallow down nervously. You are only able to breathe in and out from your nose afraid of getting more injuries on your neck. You could swore your brain isn't getting enough blood.

He pressed the blade further down your throat to make his point clear. You could feel your rapid heartbeat under the cold knife.

For a while it got so quiet you thought you were deaf. Your ears rang for a second. You would have even thought they could hear your heartbeat if you didn't know better.

After a very tense and restless moment Shard's eyes softened and he huffed giving in with a growl that showed his furry, "Fine. You can have it. Let her go."

Commander smirked, "Of course."

Shard's glare harshened. He throws the emerald towards him and he catches it without any trouble. Letting you go and dropping down the knife in the process. He was staring at the emerald like it was his everything. Such filthy greedy gaze.

Before you can even get a grip on yourself, the commander violently pushes you back causing you to trip and fall down from the rooftop with a scream.

Shard panics and quickly jumps down behind you while the commander smirks and makes a run for it while he has the perfect time.

It was like a slow motion scene in the movies. Tears flowing out from your eyes. You try to reach out towards Shard, scared. Your hair flowing in with the harsh wind.

The only place you wanted to be in his warm embrace at that second.

But the surface comes faster to embrace your body instead. Shard was far behind to catch up. A harsh reality crashing down at you.

You won't be able to get out alive with this.

You pressed your lips in sorrow, accepting your fate and closing your eyes tightly, fearfully awaiting for your body to crash with the hard surface.

Shard quickened his movements. He couldn't- He can't lose you. He refused defeat. He will NOT LOSE YOU. He is SHARD FOR GOD SAKE HE GOT TO BE FAST.

With a cry he sprinted down, using all the power he had. With a sharp turn just inchest before the ground, he landed harshly on a tree. His screen glitching as he quickly looked down. He could feel his circuits burning from the application of excessive force of used energy. He was sure that he wouldn't be able to use his crystal for a while. It needed some charging. Doesn’t matter…

He sighed when he saw your tight embrace. His back pressing on the tree he just crashed, his back completely trashed, his sensors warning him crazily. He dismissed all of it, only leaning on your warm embrace. He sighs in relief even though he can't breathe like his lover does. He indeed was in relife. It was a close call. He finally let himself relax a little, his crystal already turned green in sync with his eyes.

You tightened your hold on his neck, fearful if you let him go he will disappear from your embrace.

You whispered, trembling with all that happened in half an hour, "I thought I could do it." Now nervous, hoping he wasn't so pissed at you.

He looked down, "What are you talking about?"

You pushed yourself back a little with your hands on his chest, freeing yourself a little from his fearful grip around your waist and looking up to his green optics in pain, feeling how warm his chest is, "The Chaos Emerald! It was in my grasp but I lost it because of my stupid recklessness. And nearly dying in the process. If you are angry at me I understand." You huffed, upset.

Shard didn't care about that slightless pit, except you being nearly dying and getting hurt, "I don't care about that. Just promise me you will never do those kinds of things before telling me— Hey, You are hurt." he gently put a digit on your neck. His voice changed slightly in the end. Soft but some hiding grudge behind it.

You winced in pain with the contact.

Shard's optics quickly turned red,despite his crystal inactive, gritting his teeth, "That guy— He's gonna take a one ticket to hell for hurting you." he growled out.

You put your hands on his steel cheeks, "Hey, don't go violent now. I'm fine. It's just a little scratch." You spoke warmly however your voice didn't show that warmth. It was uneasy. You were still shaking up all of that.

Your fingers hover over your injury. You look at your hand to see some blood. You try to hide your concern from him.

You were lucky to get through the day with just one scratch and a few bruises. 

Shard was relieved to see you weren't severely injured, but he will make sure to find that guy and give him a taste of his own medicine.

He gently holds your hand, "Promise me." He argued, eyes locked with yours.

You sighed and nodded, "I promise."

He smiled and kissed your knuckles, your cheek and near your injury.

You blushed, "Sorry. It was such a bummer."

He gently caresses your hair. You lean on his touch in bliss. After being pulled aggressively, this felt heaven to your hair.

He whispers in your ear while you lean on his chest again, "I know. Maybe I can teach you a few things. Only self-defense, of course, don't get excited. I don't want you to follow us around and make a fuss again." You smile as you listen to his deep chuckles.

You glanced up at him worriedly, "What we gonna do about the—" he shushed you.

"That's not your concern, dear. Rest now."

You sighed annoyed but didn't argue further.

With your head gently resting on his chest, you slowly release yourself into the slumber that exhaustion brings up for you, adrenalin no longer present instead Shard’s comforting embrace nearby. Listening to the sound of his propellers softly humming while he gently continues to caress your head, urging you to sleep.

Everything fell into silence. A comforting calmness wraps you in.

[jr-gloyd]

After moping for a little while (see my last post), I started to see a major silver lining: I can work on whatever project I want. With monetary gain off the table for motivation, I suddenly realized I’m free to make art of all sorts of things, from original works to fan comics. That brings me to the first thing I’ve started working on recently. Yes, I started a Sonic the Hedgehog fan comic.

I know some of the Blue Blur’s fanbase can be a little... questionable sometimes, and I myself have mixed feelings about the IP—but the fact remains that Sonic had a huge impact on me growing up, and I still love the little guy.

One thing I love to do on my free time is connect dots of franchises with little to no explanation or backstory. The earliest Sonic games have extremely vague and simple plots, leaving a lot of space to make fun filler about how things came to be. You can see such theories on some of my Tiktoks:

In fact, it was the ones above that inspired the idea I had for the story I’m working on. The meat of the story takes place during the events of the old arcade game, SegaSonic the Hedgehog. It’s ok if you haven’t heard of it; I didn’t until not too long ago. Here’s a rundown of the game if you’ve got nothing else to do today: 

I found this obscure addition to the franchise to have a lot of potential, and I loved that this is where the characters Mighty and Ray first appeared!

Anyway, I’ve just finished the final draft of the comic: 

If you’d like to see more of the script, just let me know! 

[blu-ish]

Familiar light✨

[demetera-kaziaik]

screenshot redraws

[rapidhighway]

the illness where i draw a comic out of context about an au that i dont want to explain to anyone but it comes out good so i want to share it anyway. this illness is killing and destroying me. i changed the dialogue so its silly

[glitchedcosmos]

The broken glass-

The BROKEN GlaSs-

IS THIS THE SAME FUCKING SCENE OH NO

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

🎵 Whoooo wants a nice little short 'n sweet post-Prime one shot with Sonic and Tails and some angst and also fluff and cuddles and nightmares and sadness and cuteness and the implementing of that one headcanon from the post I made about Sonic getting more cuddly and clingy when he's hurt or upset??? 🎵

Sonic Prime - Healing Hugs

Something had happened in the cave with Sonic. Tails was absolutely certain of it.

At first, it had just been pleasant changes, pleasant surprises. Sonic had suddenly switched to being a 100% team player, had started paying attention to each and every thing Tails instructed, and seemingly communicated with Shadow just as the Ultimate Lifeform arrived out of nowhere to Chaos Control the Paradox Prism to who-knows-where.

Then there had been the more weird changes.

Every time Tails opened his mouth, Sonic would drop everything to listen to every word with laser focus, even if it was about something as simple as what he was going to get for dinner or some cool comics he'd read. He was giving a lot more hugs, too, far more than usual. Sonic used to be a lot more selective about physical affection, but now, Tails couldn't seem to get through 30 minutes of a day without his older brother scooping him up in an embrace, however brief. Not that he was complaining, it was nice.

He kept catching the hedgehog lying around in the grass, fingering the green leaves with utter delight in his eyes. Once he found him on the beach, sitting in a palm tree and singing some kind of pirate-y sounding song. Another time he found him wandering slowly around the woods nearby, talking to the flickies about how pretty the trees were.

Something was off, but Tails couldn't put his finger on it. From his perspective, he hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary happen during the battle in the cave, but Sonic's change in behavior made it painfully obvious something had.

Especially when the more negative changes started manifesting.

Not negative in a sense that Sonic was doing anything wrong. But he seemed . . . a little rattled. Some of his hugs were far more than just quick side squeezes. Sometimes he'd stare at Tails with an oddly pensive, faraway look in his eyes.

In bed, one night about a week after the cave incident, Tails found himself tossing and turning. These thoughts were driving him up the wall with how often they'd been occupying his mind lately.

He wanted so badly to sit down with Sonic and ask him what happened. He knew something had happened. But whether Sonic was willing to talk about it was another question entirely. He knew something was different, but he also knew his brother. Sonic didn't like uncomfortable conversations. If he felt unsafe, he would run.

Tails knew better than to confront him with questions that Sonic would likely not want to answer. If he'd wanted to tell Tails what was going on, what was different, he probably would've told him already.

With an exhausted sigh, Tails gave up trying to sleep and sat up in bed, casting a quick glance at the digital clock on his nightstand.

3:47 a.m.

Great. Even when I'm not working on a project, I STILL end up sleep-deprived. He smirked. At least Sonic can't get ticked at me this time, it's not my fault.

Speaking of the Blue Devil, he was right down the hall. Conked out on the couch, where he often slept. In fact, he'd been sleeping there every night for the past week.

Since he couldn't sleep, anyway, Tails slipped out of bed and crept down the hall, having memorized which boards creaked and which ones didn't. He half-hoped Sonic was awake so he'd have someone to talk to, but as he emerged into the living room, he saw his brother sound asleep, half-curled on his side.

Tails blinked and looked closer.

Sonic was asleep, but . . . he was also clinging extra tightly to his pillow. And he looked . . . incredibly stressed.

Was he having a bad dream?

Tails took a couple steps towards the couch until he stood right beside it. In past experiences where he'd found his brother having a nightmare, talking it out rarely helped. Sometimes even waking him up didn't help, either. He usually just wound up disoriented and panicking, and sometimes even ran off to deal with his feelings alone out in the wilderness.

Tails really didn't want him to leave. He also didn't want him to be alone.

He reached out and ever so gently placed his hand over Sonic's clenched fist, both ungloved.

One thing he had discovered about his brother during hard times like this was that he became more clingy. On the rare occasion he was visibly upset, he'd sometimes come up and just hug Tails without a word. When he was sick or injured somehow (and actually allowing himself to be taken care of), he tended to snuggle more. If he was in enough pain, he'd hold onto Tails as tightly as he could. Sometimes he'd do the same with their other friends, but Tails was always his go-to.

Not that it happened very often. Tails only knew these things because he'd known Sonic for most of his life. Sonic had raised him. He'd seen more of Sonic than anyone else had.

Now, he rubbed a finger over his brother's fist for a moment, then very carefully tugged the pillow out of Sonic's unconscious grasp. He set it softly on the floor, then carefully clambered onto the couch next to him, lay down, and hugged him tightly.

Without waking up, Sonic wrapped his arms around him in return and held him close, burying his face between Tails's ears with a barely audible whimper.

Tails could feel his brother's heartbeat racing, so he snuggled in closer and softly began to purr.

And, with time, he felt Sonic start to calm down.

A couple minutes went by, and his heart rate slowed down just a bit. The tension coiled throughout his entire body started to unwind, and his spiked-up quills lowered slightly in a more relaxed position. His ears were still kinda droopy, but he seemed a lot more restful than he had a few minutes ago.

Tails smiled, still bundled up tightly against Sonic. And his smile only grew wider when he felt his brother start purring, too.

There was something infinitely comforting about being held, about snuggling with his brother, the person who loved him to the moon and back. The person he loved in exactly the same way. For those moments, the very problems that had been keeping Tails awake half an hour earlier seemed to fade. He was here, Sonic was here, no words were spoken or needed, and they would be okay.

Tails slept soundly for the rest of the night.

-

The sound of flickies singing from the treetops woke Sonic the next day. He blinked blearily as his eyes came into focus, and he realized that Tails had joined him sometime during the night.

Once upon a time, waking up to find him right there had made him jump. It didn't anymore.

He smiled, carefully adjusting one hand so he could stroke his little brother's bangs and give him a tiny scratch behind one ear. Tails mumbled something unintelligible in his sleep, and snuggled closer in Sonic's chest.

He grinned wider. Tails hadn't been snuggly to this level in a while. Granted, he'd always been the more snuggly one of the two of them, but still. It kind of reminded Sonic of the first couple years he'd been taking care of Tails, when the kit was between 3 and 4 years old.

His smile faded a little as he thought of Nine at that age, still alone, still being bullied and hurt, with no one to save him and show him the love and care he deserved.

He could only hope that the other Shatterverse variants were showing him such kindness now. The thought that he would never get to see him again made his heart ache in a way he couldn't quell.

Sonic studied Tails's sleeping face, noting the intense similarities and differences between him and Nine. He wondered whether Nine had always existed even before the Shatter event, as a part of his little brother that Tails would never bring to light. Was it the same with Mangey and Sails?

A tiny snort escaped him against his will as he thought about whether Mangey's existence was an implication that a part of Tails just wanted to go a little feral. Sometimes he couldn't blame him.

His suppressed laugh had Tails stirring, blinking open his big blue eyes. He looked back at Sonic, grinning sleepily. "G'morning."

Sonic ruffled his bangs again, smiling as Tails giggled. "G'morning, little buddy."

Stop calling me that!

He froze at the memory of Nine's angry shout, and Tails clearly saw it.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a gentle, inquiring frown, slowly sitting up.

Sonic sighed as he sat up as well, leaning back to stretch, then pulled his little brother close again. "I've got a story for you, bud," he admitted, deciding it was about time to open up about what had really happened in the cave.

Tails gazed up at him with surprise, but then smiled and nodded.

"I'm listening," he replied quietly.

AO3 version

Did I come up with this while hugging a giant pillow during my nap earlier today? Maybe :3

I also maybe just really wanted to implement that headcanon somewhere teehee

[mystigaron]

this is by far for real one of the stupidest things i've actually put a moderate amount of effort into

[monotone-artist]

the siblings of all time tbh

[id: several digital drawings of shadow the hedgehog and maria robotnik. shadow is wearing purple pajama pants with slightly lighter star pattern; maria wears a couple different outfits throughout the drawings, and for most of them shadow doesn't have the inhibitor rings on.

first drawing is of a young shadow, sitting back and bristling, his arms braced on the floor as he glares.

second drawing, maria is sitting down with her legs out in front of her, feet crossed. she's wearing a bluish shirt with a graphic on it: an orange circle, inside of which is a mountain silhouette with a lake in front. shadow is seated by her, his chin resting on his arms which he's crossed on her legs. he glances away from her, looking a little upset. maria rests on hand atop his head, and she's a little concerned but still slightly smiles encouragingly.

third drawing, shadow is sitting hunched forward, elbow on his knee to rest his head in his hand. he's staring vacantly at the ground in front of him, quills on end. little sparks fly off his body. text pointing to him reads, "pre-inhibitor rings, absolute overstimulation sensory nightmare."

fourth drawing is an upper body shot of shadow, pointedly staring ahead with his arms crossed. he says, "what the fuck?" in the background, maria puts her hands on her hips and crossly exclaims, "Shadow!"

fifth drawing, shadow is standing with his back partially turned toward the viewer, glancing over his shoulder. his brows are furrowed anxiously as he twists his hands together.

final drawing, shadow is finally wearing his inhibitor rings, and he has on maria's mountain silhouette shirt (which is a bit big for him) as well as his pj pants. he has his arms stretched out on either side as he peers curiously down at the shirt. maria is beside him, wearing a blue dress with darker hems and a striped skirt. she's leaning her weight on a crutch and appears a bit more sickly than before, but she's grinning down at him as she gestures with her free hand. end id]

[skywriter97]

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

A ShadowxAurora One Shot

Shadow never meant to keep it. With the limited space in his apartment, a piano wasn't exactly practical. But he'd seen it sitting on the street while on a run, a pathetic little spinet that apparently wasn't worth the effort for repair according to the owner, so it sat in wait for the dump truck.

Omega thought he was nuts when Shadow had used Chaos Control to transport the piano into the apartment, and perhaps he was. The instrument had definitely seen better days, and it would take more than a simple tune up to get it in pristine condition again.

That didn't stop Shadow from shoving the spinet against the wall between his mattress and the front door and then going out to purchase the necessary items for piano repairs.

The spinet became Shadow's passion project over the next several weeks. Any spare moment between his mercenary work with Omega and dates with Aurora, Shadow could be found with the spinet piano, painstakingly doting over the instrument to set it to rights again.

"You never told me you can fix instruments." Aurora had noted once, sitting on the little bench with her legs swinging while half of Shadow's body was inside the back of the spinet.

"Never came up." Shadow had grunted.

"Where'd you learn?" She'd pressed.

Shadow had shrugged. "I did a lot of things while off world, Light. Sometimes I was asked to fix things, and music is universal." Aurora had accepted that answer, and Shadow minutely relaxed.

No way he was EVER going to tell her that some aristocrat across the galaxy had taken fancy to him and tried to get his attention by breaking her piano, just so he'd come and fix it. It was the fastest he'd ever fled a planet. Omega still hadn't let him live it down.

The plan for the spinet once he'd finished repairs was simple enough: take it to the resale shop and get a decent sum of cash for it. He'd contacted the shop, gotten a good offer, and was set to deliver and receive his rings, but when he arrived and saw the buyer...a mother and son duo, the latter whom was whining about how much he HATED piano lessons and was currently and carelessly swinging a baseball bat around in his fit....Shadow took his piano and left.

No way was Shadow going to let all his hard work repairing his baby go to waste on some ungrateful brat that lacked basic appreciation. So, the little spinet piano became a permanent fixture in his apartment.

Shadow had never considered himself a musician of any sort. He was a warrior, a mercenary, the Ultimate Lifeform, a guardian. Music...required a certain softness that Shadow, with all his broken pieces and jagged edges, simply did not possess. But, somehow, that didn't matter. Sitting at his little spinet, gingerly filling his apartment with the soft tones of the classics centered him with a kind of peace he rarely ever achieved...with one exception. When he played, Shadow could pretend that was all there was. Just him and his spinet, creating something beautiful together. It was almost magical, if he believed in such a thing.

Shadow huffed a quiet chuckle, gently resting his hand atop the keys but not pressing down, his thoughts drifting towards the other almost-magical thing in his life. Honestly, if it magic was a thing, Shadow could believe it, because of her. The way she pranced through life, with such light and arms wide open, eager and excited for whatever came her way...could anything else but magical describe his precious Light?

Almost without his command, his fingers gently drifted across the spinet's keys, a delicate melody that swirled and danced through the air. Shadow sighed.

"Though I tried before to tell her

Of the feelings I have for her

In my heart.

Every time that I come near her

I just lose my nerve as I've done

From the start."

How many times has Shadow looked into those emerald eyes, seen that smile, and choked? It was three simple words, why was it so difficult? He's made peace with the past, hasn't he?

"Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she does just turns me on.

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on."

A sniffle behind him had Shadow whirling around, Chaos Spear halfway formed in his hand and a snarl on his muzzle, when those same piercing emerald eyes damp with tears stopped him dead. Shadow gulped, his ears flattening against his head. Damn. How long had she- Shadow made get up, averting his eyes as embarrassment colored his cheeks rosy red.

And then she's right there, pushing him back down on the bench with pleas of "Please don't stop, don't mind me-," and she's still looking at him with those eyes, pleading and wet, her body pressed tight against his side, lips protruding in the most pitiful pout...

Chaos, he was screwed, wasn't he?

Shadow sighed and tapped her nose with his finger. "You will say nothing to anyone about this." He commanded, and tried to ignore how distracting that beaming smile was in order to return to the piano. He gulped, frozen with his fingers in position. He knew his voice was not what anyone would call gifted, hers was so much better, and he chanced a glance down to his shoulder where she'd laid her head. She smiled at him again, eager and encouraging, and Shadow gulped and resumed playing.

"Do I have to tell the story

Of a thousand rainy days

SInce we first met?

It's a big enough umbrella

But it's always me

That ends up getting wet.

Every little thing she does is magic

Everything she does just turns me on.

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on."

Shadow rested his cheek against the top of her head, mindful of the short grouping of quills that acted as bangs, closing his eyes momentarily and just breathing.

"I resolve to call her up

A thousand times a day

And ask her if she'll marry me

In some old fashioned way.

But my silent fears have gripped me

Long before I reach the phone.

Long before my tongue has tripped me

Must I always be alone?"

Her arms squeezed him gently, reassuringly, around his middle, and he pressed a kiss to her head in response, smiling at the growing damp spot on his shoulder.

"Every little thing she does is magic,

Everything she does just turns me on.

Even though my life before was tragic

Now I know my love for her goes on,"

Shadow dropped one hand from the piano and cupped Aurora's cheek, tilting her chin up to look into her eyes, shining with light and joy, and he knew his words wouldn't fail him this time. He smiled at her and leaned his forehead on hers.

"Every little thing you do is magic

Everything you do just turns me on.

Even though my life before was tragic

Know that my love for you goes on."

Shadow ended the song with a soft kiss to her lips, sealing his declaration of devotion with all the love and passion and dedication he had in his heart in the best way he knew how. Words always failed him, but somehow, in this moment, it didn't matter. Aurora wept through his kiss, and he smiled as they parted, a quirk of his mouth so gentle and loving that only she would ever get to see it.

Aurora pounced on him a single moment later, using her own gift of speed to press kiss after kiss on his lips, face, head, everywhere she could reach, glowing so brightly and joyfully exclaiming "I love you"s between kisses. Shadow briefly wondered how she wasn't suffocating before dismissing the thought and basking in their shared love, trading her kisses and words with ones of his own. It didn't matter anyway.

Every little thing she did was magic, after all.

[nixoon-again]

have been in a silly fic mood but i started a few so you guys get to choose

[descendant-of-truth]

I like to think the animators were like "oh crap, we forgot to do this close-up back when he was in the cave, quick put it in another scene so that people know he's done this gesture at least once"

[antirepurp]

finished the sonic maker! i tried to include a variety of options despite running out of steam adding all the parts lol have fun with it while it lasts:

[blu-ish]

I couldn't get his sillay lil tiktok dance outta my head and I've been listening to this song on repeat send help--

[dailysonadowfanfics]

Reading every single Sonadow Fanfic (Ao3): 251/4.770

Title: Call it what it is (sonadow)

Author: KrymynalKrimzon

Website: Ao3

Published: 19.12.2019

Word Count: 3.306 words

Language: English

Suited for minors? Yes

Warnings: No

Smut? No

Finished? Yes

Characters: Sonic the Hedgehog, Shadow the Hedgehog, Knuckles the Echidna, Miles Tails Prower, other Boom characters

Ships: Sonic/Shadow

Author Tags: Fluffy Ending, Romance, Oneshot, request

Author Summary: After such a horrible day (Sonic Boom, Episode 34, Just a Guy) the town tries to throw a party to say sorry and celebrate Sonic, but the speedster just really isn’t in the mood for any of it.

My summary: Sonic had a bad day and is not in the mood for the surprise party the townspeople throw for him. Shadow steals him away, and they hang out.

You can read it here

[netscapenow]

playing minecraft: xbox 360 edition and looking at my beautiful 863x863 block large world