A prompt. Can we have some modern tails and amy mother child moments? You can add sonamy on the sides. I really loved the other one :)
Cheery Cherry, may all your prompt wishes come true~ And I hope you don’t mind… but what if… Not Sonamy, necessarily,… but a ‘different’ love story? -eyebrow bounce-
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Prompt:
Amy was sweeping away in her home, finding that little critters kept wandering in, she would gently lead them outside and then look to see large holes in her walls from when Sonic and the gang came over and caused havoc.
She sighed, before the door swung open again.
Without even looking to see who it is, she slumped down and let out a frustrated groan, “Look, little guys. If I don’t finish cleaning this mess, then I’ll clean you all out of existence!” she swung around and swapped her broom for her hammer, before seeing Tails with his eyes red from crying and sniffling as he held the door open.
“Even you’re calling me names…”
“Tails!” she immediately dropped her hammer, “N-no, no, I wasn’t! I just thought you were-… uh, anyway, what’s wrong?” She struggled to explain herself, but then tossed the whole thing aside, leaning him in.
He fell face-first onto her couch, void of life it seemed, and mumbled into the cushions while his hands gestured around lazily to his sides.
“Tails, you absolutely know what butts have sat on that seat cushion.” Amy nonchalantly stated her warning as Tails immediately let out a gasp and pulled his face out from the seat cushion, sitting back properly this time.
“Yuck! Phoo! Phoo!” he spat and wiped his mouth.
“Now, you look like you’ve been crying.” Amy sprayed the spot his head at talked into and began to continue cleaning while he composed himself.
His two tails wrapped up around him as he attempted to hide himself and appear smaller. “It’s awful! I’ll never be able to show myself around Zooey again! Or any girl for that matter.”
“I’m a girl, Tails.” Amy unamusingly pointed out, wiping her table down.
“Well… not really, you’re like a… girl bro.”
She turned around, growling a moment.
“I-I-I mean, you’re the prettiest girl there is! But easy to talk to about things that well… n-normal dude bros can’t–or… don’t… talk about.” he broke out of his little insecure entanglement and waved his hands out in front of himself, before holding himself and leaning back on the couch.
“So, what happened with Zooey?” Amy went back to her chores, going to the dishes and pulling back her wraps around her arms to do so, getting into the bubbly water.
“…I met her friends…”
“And?” Amy didn’t seem to be picking up on what that implied.
“…And… They didn’t like me.”
Amy had just picked up the scrubber when she felt her whole house had collapsed onto her heart. At least, that’s how deep it felt.
“Didn’t…” she turned to look over her shoulder at him. “Like… you? Wh-wah-what do you mean?” she put the dish she was about to scrub back into the sink, giving Tails her full attention.
He turned quiet, his tails barely flopping like they would if he was happy.
The light tap of them made her strangely nervous, and she put the scrubber away, making it splash into the sink as she turned back to him, looking upset.
“Hmph.” She glared off to the side, biting her lip. “So… They don’t like decent men in this world?”
“Heh.” he smiled a moment, but then pulled up his knees and curled himself up again, turning his head away from her, sorrowfully. “To be honest… I don’t think they like her either.”
“What…” Amy put the dish away, her entire face softening as he said that.
“They weren’t exactly friendly or nice to her either.” He looked out the window, tilting his head. “Amy… Why do girls insult each other so much? It doesn’t sound the same when dudes do it. When Sonic or Knuckles tease me, it makes me laugh and I can usually tease them back. Their smiles are different too… But when Zooey and I were talking, her–so called–friends’ smiles looked more like Eggman’s smirking… Zooey got real quiet too as they pulled her away from me… I wanted to reach out and get her away from them but she told me not too…”
“How did she say not too?” Amy, fully invested now in this story, sat down on the couch beside him.
He looked up, watery eyes again, “Please… don’t.” he ducked his head, as though ashamed.
“Like…” Amy leaned in closer, narrowing her eyes for understanding. “Please, don’t? Or Please… Don’t?”
“Is there a difference?” Tails looked up to her, as a new found rage swirled inside of Amy.
“Yes. A big one.” She walked back over to her hammer, picking it up as it was beside the broom. She didn’t even glance at the broom, her own troubles were not as severely crucial to the moment as what she had just heard. “I have a feeling those girls weren’t her friends, Tails.” she turned back to him.
“I think Zooey needs us.”
Worried, Tails got up and followed after her.
It took only a moment for Tails to show Amy the direction the girls ran off too, and once finding them, were appalled to see the girls flinging her own produce at her shop down on her.
They laughed as Zooey sat on the ground, covering her head as she was bombarded with juice spraying everywhere over her. Her shop wasn’t exactly structurally sound either, and when one girl tossed the watermelon, Zooey gasped as it hurt her shoulder and also hit one of the key posts for her roof.
“Ah!” she cried out, as the girls stepped back, seeing the structure come down.
“Tails! Get Zooey and that roof!” Amy cried out, “I’m gonna take care of these… These…” she ground her hammer’s stem into her tight grip around it, making hot heat sear through her hand… but it wasn’t burning lava quite like her eyes looked. “Girls…” she walked with purpose, justice and fury in her quake, and said those words as though a hissful curse.
Tails charged without another thought towards Zooey, “It’s going to be okay!” he comforted her, and flew up to catch the roof. Struggling, it almost looked like he wasn’t enough for the job.
“Tails! Oh no, be careful!” Zooey cried out, turning to look up at him. “Ohh!” more produce fell from their raised shelves as Tails began to find the strength, with the added weight now leveraged from the roof, to lift the shelter up.
“Z-Zooey!” he called down to her, his teeth clenched tightly to keep the roof up. “The beam!”
“Huh? Oh!” Zooey looked up from her cowering, before quickly grabbing the wooden staff that supported the roof and held it in place. “It’s ready, Tails!”
“Grrr…!” Tails squinted his eyes as he used the remaining muscle he had left to lower the roof gently back into place. As he flew down, he ‘phew’d a moment and sat back, breathing hard.
“A… Are you… okay?” He smiled to her.
“Oh, Tails… Tails, that was-! Oh!!” She covered her mouth several times as though too astonished by his feat for words, then wrapped her arms around him in great gratitude.
A blush crossed Tails’s face, before a sly boyish grin took hold and he looked the other way, “O-oh, yeah. It was nothing. I do this kind of stuff all the time. No need to worry about me.” He tried to sound as cool as Sonic, but was beaming from ear to ear with joy at her reaction.
She pulled away then, still looking scared, “I’m sorry I asked you to leave so abruptly. It really wasn’t you, Tails. Honest! I just didn’t want those girls to hurt your feelings…”
“But they were hurting yours!” He quickly sprung to his knees, clasping her hands in his own as she then looked down to the gesture and back up into his passionate eyes. “Zooey, I’m a hero! Y-y-yo-you’re… em, you should tell me if someone’s bullying you!” He opted to not say what he wanted too… but in his heart, he wanted so desperately for her to accept him as ‘her hero’. “If I knew those girls were so vicious towards you, I would have never left your side!”
“O-oh, Tails…” She ducked her head, turning to the side with a smile and blush, but there was still some doubt. “I… I just wanted to protect you.” she turned back to look at him, and in a sweet moment, Tails felt his heart melt into his crushing feelings.
“Zooey…”
“Tails…”
“Zooey…” He leaned forward a little more.
“Tails…” Her eyes drooped a little, leaning closer as well.
“AMMMMYYYY!!!!”
“H-huh?” the two leaned back, away from each other and turned to see the girls shouting out for mercy and getting thrashed about by Amy’s hammer.
“And don’t you forget the name!” Amy shooed them away, then took in a deep breath, “Awhhh~ Awh~ Awh~” Amy suddenly sang, calling out to the forest as suddenly those same critters who she was ushering out–politely–the door before came bounding out the woods and heading straight to the girls.
They screamed and ran as the critters pursued.
Amy scoffed out her nose with a big blare of air, then held her hammer to her side, hitting it to the ground. “I can’t stand women like that. Letting their own cowardly emotions make prey of those sweeter than they are! Hmph! I curse the whole lot of them! When I’m a mother of daughters, I’ll-” she swung her hammer as though lecturing before turning around to see Tails walking up to her, Zooey’s hand in his.
“You’d make a great mother,… Amy.” Tails smiled warmly, his ears bending a bit as he confessed that. “Thank you.” he looked back to Zooey, who stepped forward to be beside him. “Without you, I wouldn’t have known what was really going on, or have saved Zooey in the nick of time.”
“Thank you, Miss Amy.” Zooey bowed a little, “I’m sorry I look this way but…”
“That’s not your fault.” Amy was suddenly horrified that she would apologize for something like that. She moved her hammer to the other hand and offered her own. “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up. Tails? Mind tinkering with that stall?” Amy gave him a sly look in her eyes.
“Huh? But I don’t… OOOOOHHHHH…. Got’cha.” He winked back to her, seeming to now comprehend. “I’ll uh…” he let Zooey go into Amy’s hands, then staggered back as though a sneakily hiding what the two were planning, and cracked his knuckles out. “Just go get my tools then… Heh heh…” He snickered mischievously and was off like a rocket.
Zooey looked to Amy for an explanation, but Amy just sneered. “Come on, I have to be a good wingwoman now and tell you all the amazing things there are to know about Tails.”
“Oh, I’ve already seen so many amazing things in Miles…” Zooey raised a hand to her heart, blushing down into it. “It’s amazing to even think there could be more.”
Amy’s heart melted with that too, but she laughed and blushed with her, “I know how that feels.” she lightly reminisced about Sonic. “Also, since when does anyone call Tails, Miles?”
“Is that not… his name?” She seemed embarrassed, “I’m so sorry! Tails told me it was a nickname, and Miles does sound awfully…” she paused a moment, looking down to the ground and blushing even more red than before. “Precious…”
“Oh, you’ve got it bad.” Amy began to help her towards her door. “But you got it right, and that’s what’s important.”
“H-huh?” Zooey seemed confused on the context that Amy was implying, but seeing that, Amy just waved it off.
“Nothing. He’s Miles to you and Tails to us. But both are pretty precious friends, if you ask me.”
Later, the girls came back to the stall, all messy and scratched up from the implied critter fiasco.
“You… you… Hey, Vixen!” one of the girls called out to her.
Her tail shook out in her shock, as Zooey had cleaned up but wasn’t expecting them to come back so soon.
But now, Zooey lifted her cart and placed it down on the newly rebuilt shelf on the ground, raised so that people could sample the fruit, and looked mildly more agitated with the girls than before.
“Heh, what makes you think you can pull off that face with us, huh?”
“Yeah!” one of the other girls, still having a raccoon tugging her hair with its teeth as it seemed to be stuck there, “You don’t have your little heroes around this time! What are you gonna do now, huh?”
“I’ll always have my friends, right here with me.” She proudly put her hands to her hips, daring to even close her eyes to show her confidence in the situation.
The strange, new power from her made the girls hesitate a moment, before marching up to continue.
“I wouldn’t do that…~” She slightly chimed, as suddenly the entire stall began to transform and guns, rockets, and canons suddenly emerged from every nook and cranny of the wooden and shoddy stall.
Mechanism began to activate and the roof formed into the upper-half of a giant robot, his arms spread out and then pointing to the girls as though to activate the cannon fire.
The girls’ eyes shrunk.
“Not again.”
The fireworks were glorious.
And as the robot leaned his free hand down to Zooey, she giggled and stepped into it, letting it rise her up to the head.
“Thank you, Tails.”
On his home monitor back at his place, Tails blushed at the controls of the new Security Zooey Safety machine he had invented.
Amy, home again and washing dishes, was amazed to hear another knock at the door.
Opening it, she smiled as Tails wore an apron with a maid’s hat on, holding up a bucket of soapy water and some tools to fix the holes and other such things.
She patted his head, then let him in.
Her home was fixed up in no time, and Tails’s relationship was saved all in the same day~
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