Shadamy one shots.

Quill you be mine? (Shadamy week 2023- Day 3)

Awful, absolutely awful.

She wanted to cry.

Staring at the mirror, Amy Rose chewed her lip as she worried, running her hands through her pink quills.

Her usual pink quills that fell to her shoulders were now a ball of spikes, sticking up in every direction.

Amy's eyes were prickling now.

This was bad. So bad.

"Rogue, please," She begged over the phone, crumpling onto her knees, hand over her mouth, hoping that the bat could figure out a miracle. Any miracle.

Anything but,

"Daaarling," Rouge drawled, "I can't imagine what you're going through, but I happen to have a friend who is quite the expert at quill care and if you give me a sec, I'll call you back."

She hurried to hang up, but not before Amy heard the low baritone of Knuckles' voice.

And Amy started to cry.

Of course, Rogue was busy with Knuckles.

She was not going to be calling any "friend" to help. Amy wiped her tears, hiccupping, wondering if Silver was in town. He did have lovely long quills that were always perfect, but that could be due to his great genes. Sonic, on the other hand, was a complete mess. She didn't think that Sonic even owned a quill brush, let alone maintain it.

Then there was Shadow, with his perfectly styled quills. In fact, now that Amy thought of it, Shadow did take good care of his quills, flicking them out ever so often, even during battles.

But then Shadow was the Ultimate Lifeform; of course, he would be perfect. It's not like he would have some miracle cure for her bad quill fuzz right?

A flash of green light started her, but what sent her heart racing was the rear view of the tall figure of that very hedgehog with his perfect quills, having materialized in front of her, turning around to face her, saying in his quiet, deep voice,

"Rose, Rouge said you needed some help with your quills and asked me to-"

He stopped and stared, raising an eyebrow at the horrible state of her quills, his eyes raking in the scene before him, moving lower and taking in her puffy tear-stained face.

"Well, you look like someone ran you over with a wheelbarrow," He observed, nonchalantly.

Amy could cry again. He sat down on the glittery pink duvet of her bed with a low exhale.

"Come here," He said, and it was only then she realized that he was holding a small tub of some cream.

She was still mostly paralyzed in shock from his sudden appearance, but recovered enough from the shock to move to sit down in front of him; leaning against the bed, in between his leg.

He plopped some of the cream out and began to massage her quills; she could feel them softening almost immediately and let out a sigh of contentment.

"Shadow?"

"Yes, Rose?"

"Thank you."

"Hmm."

A quiet moment passed, punctured by Amy's heavier-than-usual breathing and the popping of the lid of the jar as Shadow used more of the cream on her quills.

"What exactly is the cream?"

"It's an oatmeal and aloe vera quill mask."

"Homemade?'

"Hmm."

His fingers were unexplainably gentle and light as they massaged her scalp and threaded through her quills delicately, till every spot was covered and absorbing the quill mask. Amy finally remembered herself.

"Shadow?"

"Yes, Rose?"

"I think I deserve a heads up before you warp straight into my bedroom."

"Why?"

Amy's muzzle tinged with a dark shade of red, close to the colour of Shadow's own streaks.

"I could have been changing!"

He smirked to himself, chucking as he moved his free hand to her chin, making her turn to look at him, green eyes looking into brown ones.

"I don't think I'd have a problem with that."