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cheesus-doodles · 5 months

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i wonder how izana is like if he had a s/o during the time when he was the black dragon leader

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i have actually answered this previously in these Relationship HCs ! and this is also the case in my red dragonflies AU, former gang leader reader is actually Izzy's s/o when he was the black dragon leader - have linked the masterlist up top cough

but because I like to rant, here are some more thoughts about yan black dragon-era Izzy and you, which can apply to both regular reader and gang leader reader!

Izana was probably already very unstable and jealous during his time as the 8th Gen Black Dragon leader, what with the entire situation between Shinichiro constantly talking about Mikey, and learning that the Black Dragon gang would go to said boy instead of him. Combined that with him having found you as an s/o, someone that Izana would see as his, something that he could finally own and keep to himself without having to share (unlike the whole situation with Shinichiro), no doubt that it wouldn't take long for Izana to swing into yandere tendencies, becoming extremely overbearing and overprotective over you.

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With you around, there is a very clear difference in Izana's mannerisms and general behavior. Almost a personality flip in fact, it's night and day how he acts in your presence and when you aren't present. After all, there's a certain way that Izana wants you to perceive him as, and then there's everything else - so this white-haired boy would be sure to carefully tailor and adjust how he acts around you to what he knows you like (to a certain degree of course). As long as you don't threaten the status quo, as long as you keep by his side and his side only, your precious Izzy is whoever you want him to be. Loving, kind, doting, he can almost seem to read your mind and predict your moods.

Knows how to make you feel better after a shitty day, knows what to say and what to do to get you falling heads over heels for him over and over. But don't let that fool you into thinking that you were beyond his manipulation, because nope, not a chance. If he even has the slightest doubt that you were drifting away from him, or worse, thinking of leaving him, expect for Izzy to start subtly tearing you down. He wouldn't sound any different from what he usually does, cooing, low, soft murmur, but the things that slip from his mouth; it pokes at your insecurities, stirs the doubts you have about yourself. Yes, you were the most beautiful person he had laid eyes on, but did you think that really extended to everyone? Surely, surely you know that only he can love you like this? You couldn't possibly survive away from his side the way you are, right?

In his mind, Izzy is only doing it because he loved you as much as he did - you were made for him, like he was made for you. He couldn't live without you, so even if he had to hurt you a little, it'll all be worth it. You'll see that it was all for you.

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Wouldn't be uncommon to see him roaring down streets, both city and mountain ones alike, on his motorbike with you clung to his back and with no specific destination in mind - just likes to spend time with you, brings you anywhere that you want to go. Besides, the delinquents in the city, be they Black Dragons or rival scum, know better than to stare at the two of you. Loves light, airy places, so be prepared to spend a lot of time just hanging out together on rooftops and mountains, somewhere where you can feel the breeze through your hair, where Izzy can get you all to himself. All your attention being on him is the best kind of date.

There's no such thing as privacy, period. He absolutely needs to know everything that happens in your life, and anything less would earn you a full tantrum and fit. Put simply, its either Izana is there, hovering next to you and keeping one violet eye on all your ongoings, and no doubt this baby boy has someone (cough Inupi cough) tagging you from a respectable distance when he isn't free. That is, on top of having unfettered access to everything on your phone; call logs, messages, photos. Nothing is secret from him, why would it be? What do you have to hide from your partner?

You don't go anywhere new without Izzy. Why do you have to? What were you hiding? Your future husband would be happy to take you anywhere you have to go: cafe, the new department store downtown, even festivals. So unless you were trying to hide something from him, why wouldn't you want him to go along? Don't you know how dangerous it is out there? What if you get jumped by a rival gang? Needless to say, keeping presents a secret from this boy isn't a walk in a park.

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Everything else that Izana doesn't think you would approve of seeing would be done out of your sight. He doesn't like having you see the darker side of your boyfriend, the one that deals with weapons and drugs, the one that beats people, both civilians and his own gang members alike for the mildest of perceived infringements against you. You were too soft, too delicate for that. What if you got scared off? What would he do if you became frightened of him?

Instead, all his rage, all his hatred, he poured into the Black Dragon gang, leading them down darker and darker paths. The entire world was scum as far as he was concerned, trash that he had to beat and flatten into perfection so you didn't have to foul your hands and feet.

Sure Izana couldn't keep Shinichiro to himself as much as he desperately wanted to, the first time he truly found family - the source of a lot of his anger and jealousy. He hated Mikey, and always will, for stealing his older brother. But you were perfection, divinity, and you filled the hole in his heart; you didn't have to see that side of him if you just stuck by his side and returned his love. You were the only thing giving stability to a very fragile Izzy, and god only knows what would happen to him if that stability ever left. Izana would give you the sun and the moon if you wanted them both, all he asked for in return was your loyalty.

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no-saints-around-here · 11 months

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Me, thinking of ceo baji fucking his secretary darling in his office, sitting in his big office chair and bouncing his pretty darling on his length, enjoying her moans and mewls of his name. He’s slightly scared someone would walk in and see his darling in his lap but it’s hard to focus on that worry when he’s enjoying the bliss of being in his darling sweet cunt, he never admits it, but he’s absolutely addicted to it, and his darling pulling the fistful of hair in her hand as she rides him is making his dick harder then possible, it’s hard for him to not immediately cum when she yanks on his hair.

been a while since I've written Baji!

Recommended Reading: BFF Yan CEO Baji and Secretary Reader Hcs

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tw: mentions of violence, nsfw

Yes, yes and hell yes??!

Everyone from the janitor to the second-in-line in the company knows that Baji thinks the world of you, his little secretary, and that the boss heavily favours, if not outright worships, you; it's basically an open secret at this point that no one should even think to approach you and ask for you to do your job, let alone a favour, on the threat of losing their job or worse. And any outsider looking in would think that the power dynamics of this relationship would swing heavily in Baji’s favour, but it couldn't be further from the truth. He's a cocky dude at work, utmost confidence in his ability and too good at what he does; people look up to him and rivals are frightened of him. Yet there was no doubt that you were the one in the driver seat of this relationship, mostly because Baji is still too baby to dare to touch you - to defile you - without you initiating.

You're usually so meek, so patient, so kind, and with everything that his mother had drilled into him about respecting women, this CEO is just so flustered and shy when it comes to his little light. His reason for living. Yandere Baji does not play around when it comes to you, because if he makes one wrong move and you get mad at him, he doesn't know what he is going to do besides cry and grovel. But luckily for him, you not only like him enough to generously grant him your time of day, but your arousal is high enough that you don't need him to initiate.

You always have to be the one to make the first move on your boss. It doesn't matter when it is or what he is doing, you know that you and your needs will always come first - and Baji would not hesitate to stop the world from spinning just so that he can feast his eyes on you pulling your skirt off ever so teasingly, grinding your already dripping, panties covered pussy against his tented pants, your pouty lips mumbling his name as you throw your arms dramatically over his neck. All he can do his gulp and stare.

Don't get him wrong, you coming on to him is his favourite part of any day. It's what he dreams of at night if he is forced to sleep alone, your flushed face and partially open mouth panting and whining his name painted on the back of his eyelids. Loves the feeling of you softly running your hand through his hair one instant, only to yank it to its roots in the next when you grunt in pain at his dick being too big to fit in you in one go. Loves it to the point that he will cum if you do it, but also enough that if you're sitting on his lap and not running your fingers through his silky soft hair, Baji would assume he did something wrong and that you're mad at him. Cue whining and whimpering and anything besides directly asking you to please gently scrap his scalp with your nails.

He's scared of someone coming up, walking out of the lift, and seeing you bouncing on his cock and moaning his name; not because its unprofessional. Baji would argue with a straight face that its more unprofessional to dare pop by his office, the CEO's office mind you, without making a prior appointment (which is almost impossible to do so, given he doesn't allow anyone to talk to you) compared to having his lover fucking her own brains out on his dick. No, he's worried that someone else other than him gets to see you naked. Seeing you nude is his and only his privilege to enjoy - Baji would never share that with anyone else. No one else deserves you.

Doesn't matter if you want him raw or covered, Baji is just happy to be able to bury his cock in your warm walls amidst everything he has to offer you - the view of the city skyline from his penthouse office with floor to ceiling windows, his big office chair and massive walnut table that represents his value to the company and the stacks that he is paid, and the littering of expensive gifts and trinkets that he loves to shower you in. There's no pretence of being professional between the two of you; Baji protects his little secretary like a dog guarding its territory, and has no qualms taking meetings with his subordinates with you perched on the arm of his chair or in his lap. Would even wear a collar with yours and his name etched on it, but only if you do the same - this man wants everyone want to know who he belongs to, and a promise of how they would lose their limbs if they tried to make a move on you.

Don't get this man wrong though, he lets you hold the reins in the relationship because he wants to - he wants nothing more than for you be happy, and he likes what you are doing to him. But the moment you step out of line, try to resign, try to leave the company, try to leave him, Baji will pull every last string he has to keep you by his side. He likes you to be happy but he doesn't need you to be happy; as long as you were by his side. As long as you belonged to him, and only to him. Baji's a very powerful man, and no one is going to stand in the way of him getting what he wants. People tend to...disappear if they dare shoot an ugly look your way in his face, and there's no corner of the earth you can run to to hide from him.

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ignisregina · 9 months

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🗣️ Patrick & Marianne

Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine | @heksery

Patrick , throwing their head into Marianne's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Marianne, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

Patrick: BE A BETTER PERSON! Marianne: WHY?! Patrick: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

Marianne: Can you please be serious for five minutes? Patrick: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

Marianne: Please? For me? Patrick: Don’t do that. Marianne: Do what, Patrick? Patrick: You think if you say, “please, for me?” and give me that look, I’ll do whatever the fuck you wa- Marianne: Please, for me? Patrick: ...Whatever you manipulative witch, fuck off.

Marianne: I have an awful feeling about this. Patrick: The fuck you mean, round face? Marianne: Don’t you ever get that voice in your head telling you something is going to go VERY wrong? Patrick: Marianne: Marianne: This.... this explains so much.

#prim god stop at 3 cheesus #i dont know how to count #im kidding im being nice just putting 5 i have more #(.ask me i should know: answered)#heksery #(.heksery: patrick)#(.incorrect quotes)#number 2 tho XD

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trashybandit · 4 months

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To Be Perfect

Many thanks to my beloved girlie pop @cheesus-doodles for proof-reading~ This entire fic is running under the assumption that if you're the only (competent) Ramshackle student, then you're automatically the Housewarden, alongside being a Prefect. Please don't think about it too hard (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Possessive Riddle Rosehearts x Prefect/Housewarden Reader

Tw: Possessive behavior, mentions of verbal abuse

Riddle stared at his pocket watch with a frown etched into his face. You were already five minutes late to your how-to-housewarden lessons, again. Snapping the watch closed with tad much force, he sipped his afternoon tea in a vain effort to calm himself down. Perhaps you were busy cleaning up after that rulebreaker of a monster and his companions. It wasn’t the first time this had happened after all. The last time, he recalled that it was because the disastrous trio had managed to set the prized Heartslabyul hedges on fire and were squabbling over who was responsible while you were trying to make sure the entire dorm didn’t burn down. A shameful sight really and a terrible stain on his, and your, legacies.

He had seen how you tried and failed to reign in your friend group, forced to clean up after their messes without fail. How your “friends” ignored your warnings yet came back with their (metaphorical or actual) tails between their legs, begging for your assistance, only to do it again. ‘This would need to change,’ he internally declared as he slammed the tea cup down. A housewarden didn’t bow down to their wards under any circumstance.

And a housewarden should, at the very least, carry an air of confidence, one that demands respect, yet here you were, slouching as you dragged your feet despondently towards the tea table. Instinctively, Riddle wasted no time reminding you of that fact, only finally stopping when faced with your puffy eyes and left opening and shutting his mouth until he wisely decided to keep silent. An awkward silence fell over the table as you busied yourself getting as comfortable as you could be in this situation. The clacking of teaware was the only noise made in the otherwise silent room before Riddle seemingly regained his confidence, asking why you were ten whole minutes late in that all too familiar “I-swear-I-won’t-be-mad” tone.

You knew he’d be mad. Years of experience only confirmed your gut feeling, from how he gripped his cup too tightly or how he seemed too interested in getting you to talk. For a split second, you could see them, that smile that wormed under your skin, eye contact that pressured you to answer, each second wiping more and more of the initial kindness you were approached with. You could hear the countdown of the imminent explosion where all attempts at civil communication would be abandoned in favor of intimidation, perhaps even turning barks into actual bites.

Waves of danger washed over your exhausted self. Fear coiled in your stomach as you tried to keep up the facade of nonchalance, with any slip up being akin to bleeding out in shark-infested waters.

An expectant “Well?” cut the remaining time in half. You needed a solution, fast.

“I-t’s…just been a difficult d-day. I’m sorry for being late, Riddle.”

“That isn’t an excuse.”

The stern response could only be met with you avoiding eye contact, trying to play-up your innocence without opening your mouth. Yet, using these tactics on Riddle of all people was a useless endeavor. A subtle tired frown graced his doll-like face upon remembering how he’d done the exact same thing when his mother caught him breaking the rules previously, back when he didn’t understand the importance of them. They could have worked on someone else perhaps, someone uninformed on such mannerisms, but not him.

You must already know that you were in the wrong, and all he needed to do was to show you the importance of the rules. This wasn’t going to be as easy as collaring you until you picked up the message though, mainly because that was useless, but also because you were just so painfully close to understanding everything he stood for yet so far away. Your “friends” kept dragging you farther and farther away, and admittedly you did the same to him, showing him how not everyone was ready for his rather rigorous lifestyle, and going as far to insinuate that not even he was. That all awaited him was a life constricted by unnecessary rules, forever living in a cage of his own creation, all suggested in a voice that sounded like you knew what you were saying.

But unlike you, he wasn’t weak. He wasn’t someone who cowered from reality, unable to accept that others knew better than you; rather, he knew that these rules were a symbol of love created by people who cared about you.

You just needed his help to see this fact.

Pushing a plate filled with your favorites across the table at you, Riddle’s response was to begin the lesson, silently doubling down on his goal. He would get you to see his point of view, he knew. It was just a matter of time and perseverance.

#riddle rosehearts x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts #tw: verbal abuse

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yanderederee · 9 months

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What kind of cheese do you think Baji's favorite would be?

cheesus christ —-

As the president of the cheese hater club, i wish I could say none. However, I do unfortunately think that Baji’s favorite cheese would probably be between American and Cheddar Cheese… disgusting. How dare you make me answer this-

#I hate this #but it’s also kinda funny #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #Tokyo revengers headcanons #Tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke #keisuke baji #baji #baji x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #Baji Keisuke headcanons #Baji headcanons #cheese #disgusting #koispam

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eating-the-inedible · 5 months

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Whats something that made you happy today?

hmmm

well, I felt the motivation to draw a little something (adding a tree to a well i drew on monday) (it's very very simple and basic and not fancy)

so that was nice

and i have cheezits!!! jesus cheesus does that make me happy

annnnd

seeing y'all sending me asks made me very happy

annnnd

answering that one ask about swordfighting and having my moot say it was a brilliant answer delighted me!

thanks for the ask <3

what about you?

#eating your asks

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artbyblastweave · 9 months

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Does fallout have chease?

I should have been more specific. I meant like character analysis shit. Themes. Nitty Gritty like this is more than a little outside my wheelhouse. But honestly I'm not sure. Pre-war mac-and-cheese is a scavengable so it exists in that sense. There's that encounter in Fallout 4 where the two Bostonians are arguing over a sandwich, and if that argument has lasted that long without context collapse it wouldn't surprise me if cheese was also around in some form to go on the sandwiches that they're arguing about. They have Brahmin. They have Bighorners, but I'm decently sure they don't use those for Milk- Easy Pete says "meat and hide, mostly." Funniest answer of course would involve the Kansas City Cheese Vaults containing an actual vault with a cheese-themed experiment, or a Wisconsin-based tyromancy cult that's tolerated because they keep knowledge of the cheesemaking process alive even if they occasionally sacrifice people to honor Cheesus

#fallout #asks #fallout asks #thoughts

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one-way-dream · 1 year

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The King's Shadow - Ch. 3

Rating: General

Words: 4900+ (9600+ Total)

Media: Sonic the Hedgehog, Sonic and the Black Knight

Pairing: Sonic/Lancelot (Sonic/Shadow)

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Developing Feelings, Pining, Alternate Universe - Medieval (Check AO3 for any tag changes!)

Warnings: Canon-typical violence

Chapter: 3/3

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AO3 Summary/Excerpt:

The other’s embarrassment slowly melted away into a resigned sigh, before turning into a smile; mischievous in appearance, but nothing short of putting the sun’s radiance to shame. And then Lancelot truly felt the carefree and trusting weight, the sheer warmth of the newly crowned king’s hand in his own.

And he knew more than ever that his life now belonged to him.

Author's Notes:

cheesus christ i think this is the first time i've ever finished a multichapter fic…….. a short one but multichapter nontheless….. dang

ANYWAY i hope you enjoy :] hope you heeded the warning at the end of ch1

THANK YOU FOR READING I HOPE YOU ENJOY (also thank you for 150+ kudos on ao3 that is WILD) ❤❤❤

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Sonic put his quill pen down with a sigh, before quickly catching his inky mistake of leaving the near-dripping calamus exposed on the expensive desk as he scrambled to place it back in the inkwell.

He leaned back into his extravagantly lush and velvety chair and stared up at the expanse of the accented wall, flourishing with delicate patterns and complemented by rich silk fabric in reds, blues, and golds. While he hadn’t tested it out for himself, the bedroom looked large enough for him to do laps in probably— no, definitely. Just by eyeballing the area, it was more than likely twice as large as Tails’ workshop.

At that name, the pang in his chest came back, harsher than ever before.

Sonic sighed again heavily, lacing his fingers behind his head and running his eyes up the wall until they hit the ceiling, right at the giant gunmetal-steel chandelier that seemed larger than his whole body. A sense of unease crawled through him every time he entered his bedroom; it was the only place where the other knights or Merlina weren’t allowed to visit, and thus, the loneliest place in the entire kingdom.

It was like the room was trying to swallow him whole; like it knew that he didn’t belong there, that he was an intruder bestowed with riches that didn’t belong to him – tearing out pages from the book of legends and rewriting himself into it.

He always believed in deciding his own fate, but… he couldn’t decide for the others unless they wanted it too. He couldn't change the course of their world like that just on a whim. Sonic smiles a little melancholy to himself, thinking about how that line of thinking was probably the most king-like thing he’s done thus far. After all, it wasn’t always about fighting bad guys around these parts, was it?

Even if the others did consent to his continued ruling, now he had a choice – to go back to his own time, to Shadow and the others, and let the people of this world decide their destiny, or he could stay with the kingdom, with Lancelot.

As he looked down at the two letters on his desk, one stamped with red and the other with gold wax, he knew his answer. A pressed violet rested soundly in one letter, while commands almost befitting of his soon-to-be-lost title as a king lay in the other.

Sonic took in a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut.

His gut feeling wouldn't let him down.

-x-

King Sonic had not made his nest in Avalon for very long, and yet Lancelot felt his presence permeate every inch of their lives with relative ease, making a friend out of everyone he possibly could, regardless of whether they were a peasant or noble.

Each and every townsman had felt it too, Lancelot could tell by their charmed expressions as he accompanied the king on his rounds. He’d insisted on travelling alone, putting his faith in Caliburn should anything take a turn for the worst, but his advisors were persistent. However, when Lancelot’s company was suggested to him, he was surprisingly quick to give in; one could even say that his eyes lit up, though the knight knew not to be so hopeful as to expect the king to enjoy his company above the rest. He could only hope that he didn’t greatly mind Lancelot cherishing their time together.

Even the nobles that had once upturned their noses at the new king, relented to the fact that he was indeed unique – however, that came with a hesitancy, deciding whether or not this new king would be good for their kingdom would be judged in due time, but for now, Lancelot could breathe easy knowing they trusted him for the time being.

But still… what if the rumours were true?

Lancelot’s stomach churned at the mere thought.

The two of them passed a quaint little shop at the far end of the town’s main street, something of a food and trinket vendor that rotated their inventory every other week. They’d been struggling a lot with thieves in the past month or so, but when word got around to the king, he’d rounded up the knights to tighten up the security within the town. And then just like that, those petty thieves were a mere tale of the past.

Much like King Sonic may one day be, Lancelot thought to himself, heart sinking in his chest.

He caught a glimpse of the shop owner standing behind a stand full to the brim with apples; some spotted and bruised, but otherwise perfectly edible and polished with care. Lancelot watches with a newfound fascination as the owner exchanges a bag of seasonal berries for a small bag of what he assumed was coin.

Lancelot curiously fished around the small brown bag secured around his waist, hoping for at least a few shillings to leave behind as they walked past.

The king however, had no intention of simply passing by. He silently gave the knight the sign to wait for the exchange to finish entirely before beelining for the shop with an eager wave. Lancelot glanced to his side, quietly smiling at his king and his ever-so charitable heart of gold.

“Your highness!” The shop owner beams at the approaching hedgehog, “How do you do?”

“Not bad, not bad! I’m happy to see you doing well. Have those thieves come back?” Sonic grinned cheekily, happier and more relieved than ever to hear the shop owner be so easy going about his presence, “I wouldn’t mind giving ‘em a personal message, if ya know what I mean.”

The owner pauses for a moment at the king’s words, a perplexed expression just barely lining the features of their face as they helplessly glanced at the knight and then back at Sonic – it’s a look Lancelot knows far too well. After all, he too was guilty of bearing such an expression at Sonic’s unusual speech mannerisms at the beginning. But they seemed to adjust quickly enough, perking up again with a light laugh as they shook their head, “I think I understand, sire, but there’s no need; there hasn’t been a single robbery ever since you assigned guards to patrol the town.”

Sonic smiles, giving a thumbs up that Lancelot wasn’t sure the other understood, but took politely anyway, “Good to hear it, buddy! Keep up the good work! Oh, and here—”

He fishes through his own mostly-empty bag, frowning when he feels only one coin. He pulls out a single silver penny and lays it on the counter, “Really sorry this is all I had on me. I don’t want anything; it’s just my way of saying good luck. I think silver means good luck, anyway!”

They look back at the king, at a slight loss for words at the sudden donation before Lancelot strolls up to the king’s side and neatly places a stack of coins on the table as well. Sonic’s expression changes from surprised to pleased as he shoots him a wide smile from the side, and Lancelot makes the mistake of looking right at him. He curses himself for being drawn into his gaze, distracted, while they were in the presence of another. The knight swallows thickly and pulls away, face heating up despite not being under the harsh sunlight anymore.

It was… strange how it was sunny much more often. Or maybe it was Lancelot’s imagination.

“T-thank you… it’s truly a miracle that a king like you has come to rule our kingdom, but…” They look away, a forlorn expression on their face. Lancelot can’t fight off the icy dread nipping at his heart, his mind begging away the premonition to no avail, “Forgive me if this isn’t my place, but… I have heard rumours that you will be heading back to your world some time?”

The anxiety hits him full force once the question lands, gauntlet covered hands curling into fists at his side. He knows he can’t bear to look at the king now. Not now. But… like always, he still can’t find himself looking away from the other.

Except the flash of regret, – of sorrow and melancholy, – in Sonic’s eyes devastates him like nothing else.

And it’s only for a moment, and not a moment longer, but it’s enough for Lancelot to understand.

“Yes, I—” He clears his throat, smiles as he scratches his head nervously, “The royal wizard, Merlina, has found a way for me to get back home.”

“I see… how much time do you have left, sire?” Lancelot almost couldn’t hear the owner’s voice over the sound of his own heartbeat.

“…I will be leaving in three days.”

For a moment, Lancelot feels nothing. Almost as if he’d been expecting it since the very moment he laid eyes on the king; but that couldn’t be true – deep down he knew that he wanted to serve King Sonic until the end of his days, and no one else. Until his final breath. Until crimson spilled and met with the soil beneath his feet in the name of honour, or until his old age finally put his battle-worn bones to rest.

But no thoughts of a peaceful or honourable death could put his mind to ease when the anguish suddenly poured in, as if the floodgates had shattered all at once.

He didn’t know what to think. What could he think when he couldn’t even figure out the source of his pain, let alone put a name to it? All he knew was that his chest hurt unbearably, and that he couldn’t bear to let go of someone like Sonic the Hedgehog.

“—H-hey, are you okay?!”

When the world came back into focus, he found both the shop owner and the king looking back at him with worried looks on their faces. Those wondrous, lively eyes so full of worry for him. For him.

Suddenly, he was overcome with the urge to laugh. Had he become so delusional to think that his feelings ever really mattered to begin with?

As a knight, he had a responsibility. And surely, as a mortal hedgehog, he had a heart. He knew well enough that he could not carry both in his hands, and so he chose to be a knight until the very end, just as he’d promised on that fateful day that he took the king’s hand and swore his life to him.

“I’m… quite alright, my liege.”

Lancelot looked back at Sonic with all of his courage, and smiled at him with every bit of strength he could muster.

The king then sighs, face pulling into something almost irritated. Amidst the new surge of fear, Lancelot suddenly finds his wrist captured by the other as he’s pulled into a dark and damp alleyway near the back of the town, ignoring the questioning looks from the other townspeople.

He could barely make out the king’s face in the dim light from the side, but really, it was probably better this way. Although, who was he kidding? He’d already memorised his face down to the small, healed nick by the bridge of his nose that Sonic himself probably hadn’t noticed.

The king relented his grip on Lancelot’s quivering wrist, as they both stood to face each other, their backs to the walls. He huffs, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently, “Okay, what’s up?”

“P-pardon?”

“I mean—” Sonic pinches the bridge of his nose, “What’s the matter? What happened? Are you not feeling well or somethin’?”

“I’m… fine, sire—”

He clicked his tongue and sighed, “Take off your helmet; it’s easier to talk to you face-to-face.”

Lancelot stiffened. He… didn’t usually take it off while outside – it made it easier to obscure his face and somehow, he just felt more comfortable having it down during patrols. But it was rare to hear the other truly ask something of him, and so he was in no position to decline as a knight serving under him. Still, before he could stop himself, he spoke, “Is that a command, sire?”

A look of hesitation flashes over Sonic’s features, opening and closing his mouth before finally sighing, letting his arms fall to the side, “I… no, it’s not. I just wanted to—” He shakes his head, looking away a little embarrassed, “Never mind, forget it.”

There’s a careful beat of silence between them.

“…Is this because I didn’t tell you first?”

The shock that ran through Lancelot’s body was vicious, heart stopping at his words. Yet he shakes his head, even though he was far from incorrect in his judgement of Lancelot. Pathetic, pathetic Lancelot.

“It isn’t like it was my right to know.” He tries to steady his voice, despite the pin-pricking sensation in his chest, “It… doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter. You’re my right-hand man. You’re— you’re the person closest to me in this whole kingdom and I…” Sonic stops himself, unaware of the way Lancelot’s heart was caught in his throat, “I wanted to tell you first. That’s why I brought you out today. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this…”

Lancelot finally breathes, the tightness in his chest alleviating a little at the king’s reassuring words. Even if he weren’t his king, Lancelot would trust and respect him all the same; he’d earned that much all on his own. And with that, he loosens the sides of his visor, sliding it all off slowly as his red and black quills trickled out. Sonic looked on with surprise, shoving down yet another pang of nostalgia and longing as he saw the other as he was, stunning ruby eyes, quiet honesty, and awe-inspiring boldness in action. Lancelot set his visor on top of an old crate pushed against the grey stone wall, before setting his sights back on the king, similarly ignoring the way his heart rate spiked at the way Sonic had his eyes set on him.

Slowly his expression falls into something a little more downcast, ears drooping as he breathes out deeply.

“I’m sorry, Lancelot. You deserve better than this.”

This time, Sonic could see how Lancelot’s eyes widened at the words, and his heart ached in wonder of how much he’d wordlessly endured until now. It must not have been easy for him, serving under such a clueless and carefree king right after dealing with the abuses of a corrupt one.

But in Lancelot’s eyes, all he could think about was the fact that someone cared enough to that extent; to reach out a hand to him in battle even when he was covered in mud and grime, to laugh with him at small things, share a meal with him, to race with him against the sweeping winds that spoke to him tales of freedom and adventure, to walk him to his quarters at the end of each wonderful and star-speckled eve. He couldn’t possibly, reasonably, ask for more.

Yet, Lancelot couldn’t help but still be mysteriously drawn into him, almost like it was magnetic.

Could he really be blamed?

“Is, uh… is there something on my face?”

Lancelot doesn’t catch the words at first, far too lost in thought. Too lost in Sonic. Anxiety doesn’t line his breaths anymore, just for a moment, because all he can think about is deep blue and emerald. All he can think about is how he wants to reach out and touch him, make him real – as if he, too, would disintegrate before his eyes like an illusion, like the fallen King Arthur.

But Sonic wasn’t like that.

Even if he would no longer be a part of this world in a few short days, he’d never give in or fade out, stubborn as he is. He’d never disappear like that, would he?

He was all courage and stupidly charming wit and a true follower of his own heart. And perhaps that was why he had such a hold over Lancelot’s own. He was forever burned into their lives, into their memories, regardless of whether he was there to lead them as king or not.

And so he reached out, heart pounding in his chest.

“W-woah,” Sonic laughed nervously as he watched Lancelot’s hand grow closer, “Lance, what are you…?”

“What am I…?”

He paused, mind fully going blank for the first time in his life.

“Oh. There’s… ah, dirt, on your left cheek.” Lancelot fibbed as he scrabbled to pull out a handkerchief, ice running through his veins despite the way his face burned all the way up to his ears. He willed his hands to stop shaking with all his might, and brought his hand up to the other’s cheek, ignoring the wide-eyed and flustered expression the other wore, “M-may I?”

Sonic slowly nodded, unblinking as the soft cotton of Maria’s handmade handkerchief brushed his cheek. Lancelot had hoped that he bought the lie, because he didn’t know what to do if he didn’t.

He doesn’t even know what to make of his own actions, after all.

His strokes are a feather light touch on short-hair peach fur that bloomed a delightful rosy tint that Lancelot would have savoured any other time. But right now, all he could do was hold his breath and hope that the other wouldn’t catch the way he couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

With his heart in his throat, Lancelot shakily breathed out a little carelessly, making the king’s shoulders flinch at the warmth as his eyelids fluttered shut. Despite that, he hadn’t said a word about all this. The knight finally pulled away and tucked his handkerchief back in his bag, leaning until his spines met the wall. It’s only then that he realises that they met in the middle, far closer than they needed to be, and yet King Sonic still hadn’t pulled back.

He looked at the ground, eyes stinging from embarrassment. The king truly is… a wonderful person.

And Lancelot couldn’t begin to think of how despicable he himself truly was.

On the way back, they walked in silence, tension too thick to cut through with their usual easy conversation, which only pained Lancelot more knowing how little time he had left to cherish their moments together. But right now, he couldn’t fathom thinking about anything but their time in the alleyway.

Shame burned like acid inside of him.

Why… had Lancelot done that? Why couldn’t he pull away like always? He knew better than to suspect the king of using witchcraft like he did before – he just wasn’t that kind of dishonest person, and he simply wanted something then he knew that Lancelot would lay down his life for him at his word. If anything, Lancelot was at fault for doing something as disgraceful as touching the king like that, but…

More importantly…

…Why was Sonic looking at him like that?

-x-

Lancelot slides a sealed letter under Gawain’s door, stepping away just in case the door swings open. Despite him feeling apologetic, he wasn’t keen on having a face-to-face conversation, especially not after what happened the last time he tried having one.

He made his way through the winding hallways, footsteps muffled by the crimson carpet laid out before him that seemed to run endlessly. The walls were a decadent light cream, framed portraits of gold lining the walls every fifty or so metres. Lancelot had spent enough time in the castle to count just how many there were; he knew this castle like the back of his hand.

At the end of the hallway, he finds one of the guards with a letter in his hand, carefully wrapped and tied with a dark blue string that would’ve looked black to anyone else. He nods to the guard as he hands over the letter to Lancelot, although the knight has a feeling he knows where it’s from and what it’s about.

Lancelot unties the letter, the string undoing itself rather gracefully with one swift but careful tug. He reads its contents once, and then again, just to really burn it into his memory. It was King Sonic’s handwriting after all, and at this point, what did he have to lose?

A heavy feeling settles into his gut, contrasting the steady beat of his heart pounding. He couldn’t let up now – he couldn’t be afraid.

He swallows dryly, although it does nothing to clear the lump in his throat. Both reading the letter and saying it in his mind made it real, as much as he didn’t want it to be real; today really was the final day.

Lancelot had humbly requested the king’s presence; a request that defied everything he had been taught up until his knighting. But… King Sonic was a strange one; full of life and humour and charisma, full enough that he had no such room for attachment to formalities. Each time he’d been addressed as king, there was a hint of shyness that was easily overtaken by his usual demeanour not a moment later, followed by words along the lines of, “Just call me Sonic!”.

If this had to be his last day, then Lancelot would adhere to a balance for his sake, even if it wasn’t commanded of him. He was such an unusual king, uprooting all that they’d known and creating a pact uniquely his own; to follow your heart, so that you may do good for yourself and those around you.

Any other king, Lancelot might’ve questioned those words. But King Sonic had just as much strength as he did grace and imperfections, and that made him all the more beloved to his kingdom.

He held a fondness for his king that he’d never felt for the fallen King Arthur. A fondness that feels familiar but different in many ways from his sister. A fondness that he still didn’t understand to this day.

Try as he might do his best to defend Arthur’s honour as a king, he could die for his sake, but he could never say that he would weep for him, even if he was ever good.

But… King Sonic…

He was different. He was always different.

Lancelot steps out the castle gates, Arondight tucked into its sheath by his hip and a showy confidence in each step that he wished he truly possessed. It was all just a performance; no one could begin to gauge the ache from the gaping hole in his chest as he pushed through the crowds of townsmen, gaze focused on the violet fields at far reaches of the grassy plains, right where the horizon kissed the outskirts of Camelot.

As soon as Lancelot’s shoes touched the grass at the end of the stone path, he took off at full speed. He couldn’t bear it anymore – he couldn’t bear to waste a second longer away from the king. Their king, his king, even if he could no longer remain as such. But only Lancelot would know how much he meant to him, and maybe it should simply stay that way.

The deep woods aren’t as thick or treacherous as they usually are, and it’s only after a moment that Lancelot notices the dirt path leading out. He smiled to himself as he followed it, knowing full well that the only person who could do something like running back and forth enough times to make a permanent path in the forest would be the fastest thing alive, Sonic the Hedgehog.

At the end of the clearing, he sees him, armour-free and vivid blue against the violet-spotted grass, and it takes every ounce of self control in Lancelot to not trip up over himself at the sight of the king. Even besides being undignified, he couldn’t bear to think of how he’d feel if Sonic saw and tried to help him up. He still couldn’t forget the lingering feeling of Sonic’s hand brushing against his arm from days past.

And oh, how he would miss it dearly.

When the king turns around, his expression brightens tenfold. Lancelot can’t even fight off his own smile as he approaches the other, heart thrumming against his ribcage like butterfly wings batting wildly.

“You came.” Sonic breathes out, closing the formal distance between them.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. After all, it is I who requested your presence.”

“Took you long enough to finally start making demands of me.” He laughed lightly, toothy smile as charming and heart warming as always, “Too bad that… it's the last day.”

A silence treads between them; questions, hundreds of them probably, lingered in the space between whiffs of fragrant flowers and sun-kissed fur. Yet only one honest query made it past Lancelot’s lips.

“Sire…” He starts hesitantly, clearing his throat before Sonic catches onto the tremble of it, “Forgive me but, is this really what you wish?”

“I…” Sonic stops himself, shakes his head as if he can’t make himself say what he truly wants to. Lancelot wishes he would. “It's like I said, everything has its end. Every adventure has its end. I’ll… be leaving to see Merlina after this – I just wanted to see you first.”

Lancelot stops breathing for a moment as Sonic pulls out two letters from his quills, a flash of vulnerability across his expression that he just barely caught.

“This is for the next person who pulls out Caliburn,” He smiles at Lancelot though it doesn’t reach his eyes, handing him one of the letters before pulling out the letter with the gold stamp and placing it firmly in his hand, overlapping his own, “And this is for you. Please… don’t read it until later, okay?”

And before another word could be uttered from the knight, he was held in a sudden embrace, Lancelot’s body stiffening from the contact but melting into the touch within moments all the same. There was just something different about him, something he couldn’t place his finger on quite yet – something he should have been able to figure out as he felt the king’s heart race against his own bare chest.

Sonic pulled back hastily, “I couldn’t do that to you. I couldn’t do that to my… Shadow.”

“Your… shadow?” Lancelot wondered why he was referring to him with that old name again. He hadn’t heard it since they first met, so why now?

There was a fond, but melancholy look on his face, as though his eyes were searching for something beyond Lancelot.

Something, or someone, just was great as the king was.

“Yeah.” And there was that smile. “My shadow.”

This time, he looked straight at Lancelot; emerald eyes boring into his, with a voice that was drenched in a longing sadness he’d never imagined the king would bear within him. A burden Lancelot so desperately wanted to bear, so that he may alleviate his troubles. Anything to cease his suffering.

But something within him cried out, as if warning him that learning the truth behind those words would undoubtedly crush him.

“It is alright, your majesty…” Lancelot pulled farther away from his touch, already feeling the cool air creep in absence of the other’s warmth. But that was quite alright, because the cold was still familiar enough. “I think I understand.”

And then he heard the king’s breath hitch.

Till the end, he was certain; his life belonged to him.

Even as he kneeled, as he’d done so many a time before, no one’s presence filled his soul so overwhelmingly. Nor his heart so deeply.

Lancelot reached out his hand to hold the king’s in his own, just as he’d done during his inauguration. Feeling the wind begin to settle, he felt King Sonic’s hand gently slip into his with care.

He hung his head, hearing his very own heart pounding in a way he didn’t know what to make of. And over the sound of the howling wind, he heard the words…

“Thank you…” A beat of silence between them as the world stood still for just a heartbeat, “Remember that your destiny is in your hands, but… someone will come for you. I promise, Lance.”

A sharp chill ran down Lancelot’s spine as Sonic squeezed and then carefully pulled his hand away; something about his tone, the uncharacteristic vulnerability behind it, made him look up to face the king against his better judgement.

Just like before, he was gone without a trace. Without another word.

And so Lancelot thought hard to himself, emotions running high while he remained rooted on the spot, as to what everything could mean.

Whether these feelings were ones meant between the strongest of kings and the most loyal of his knights.

Whether such ideals even applied to a king such as Sonic, who had no desire to adhere to a set-in-stone knight’s code, and would rather follow his heart.

Or whether this is what it meant to truly follow his heart. To know affection so deep, a pull stronger than what Gawain knew as honour, and what Percival knew as duty. Far stronger than what Lancelot knew as loyalty.

The blow of reality coursed through him with such a crushing force that it would only be described as heartache. Because even if that rang true, it would not be until he was gone like the wind, that Lancelot realised he had been in love with the wind itself.

It was always destined to be a fruitless endeavour, he thought as he felt his heart fall to endless depths in his despair, and as his vision began to blur.

After all, he was a shadow of the flame that burned the brightest.

And one that went out just as quickly.

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A gift for @cheesus-doodles for being an amazing friends! Thanks for answering many of my asks and for everything you have done for me!

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bro i’m so desperate for a shion fanfic or scenarios like i haven’t seen much shion fanfics and i NEED it and i’m obsessed with your works literally i keep rereading them whenever i cant find any good fanfics 😭

come and get your man shion anon 😤 i got you - have some hcs!

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Yandere BFF Shion HCs

best way to describe this man as a yandere bestfriend would be like having a puppy, albeit an overly eager and rather mouthy puppy

thinking of where you could possibly meet this boy and I honestly doubt you would ever find him within two miles of a school

most likely you two would have met before Shion became part of the Black Dragons, because he would have been too obsessed with the gang and Izana after that

fastest way to anyone's heart is through their stomach, so you probably met him waiting in line for crepes at a food cart, though waiting in line would probably be pushing facts by quite a bit

this blond boy instead would have made his way straight to the front of the queue demanding to be served first because he was hungry and he wanted food right now, and on any normal given day, no one would dare speak up

what was respect and conformity again? not anything that Shion knows or gives a shit about

unfortunately for this delinquent, you were apart of the queue that day, and you were absolutely not having it

marched up to him, grabbing him by his ear and giving it a good twist - asking him what did he think he was doing, if he did not see everyone else waiting in line, and if he didn't think that they were all hungry too

dragging him still by his ear to the back of the line chiding him the whole way, making him join right at the end before returning to your spot in the queue

could hear a pin drop in that area, but it didn't seem like you noticed

everyone else around was sure you were going to be absolutely pummeled after that little stunt - did you not see that he was a delinquent, what with that dyed hair, ferocious face tattoos and multiple ear piercings?

surprisingly enough, against their fear, all Shion did was respectfully wait in line till it was his turn, collected his crepe and then made his way to a bench under the shade of a tree to enjoy his food

you joined him at the bench, your own uneaten crepe still in hand and your huffiness completely gone - you had been waiting for him since you had gotten your food earlier

Shion was no doubt huffy himself now though

just who did you think you were telling him what to do??

but he didn't chase you off since he kinda admired your courage and your no nonsense behavior, and you seemed kinda interesting, so he very kindly let you continue to sit un-pummeled next to him

and that was how the two of you first became friends

Shion found himself hanging around you more and more, mostly because despite the fact that he is loud, rude and lack any semblance of respect, you obviously didn't mind

one of the few civilians/non-delinquents that didn't fear him in the slightest, and he appreciated the normal friendship that he seldom got to enjoy

and of course, he liked that you were one of the few could put him in his place with a good tongue lashing and maybe a twist of his ear when you needed to do so

more like this blond boy let you put him in his place because anyone would get beaten in the ground before they can touch him, but still

he likes it :)

you'll be surprised to find Shion turning up at your school to attend classes, because he isn't a student at your school

but you'll still welcome him to join because you know that your new friend barely attends classes at all, and if it took you being there for him to attend, then so be it

all the other students keep a good distance away from you

the two of you quickly become best friends when you realize both of you shared a favorite show, and the two of you start to invite the other over to catch the latest episode at each other's houses

and you would of course help Shion with his homework (if any), while he just bugs you to do something more fun while you are trying to do yours

Shion has always come across to me as a very insecure person; he looks up greatly to Izana, possibly because he had been trained and chosen to be his successor

depends very heavily on getting Izana's approval to feel good about his work and life in general, but now that you were a part of his life, some of that clinginess gets shifted over to you

and that was when the yandere tendencies start

you were an average student with an average number of friends

and this blond boy absolutely hates it when your attention is off of him for any reason whatsoever - you should be focused on him and him alone

he was the only one that deserved (needed) your validation to feel anything like himself

no hesitation at all to beat into a pulp anyone he feels is a threat to his friendship and relationship with you - after all, it's easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission

you would be no doubt very pissed, but nothing that Shion can't solve

would make up some lie that they were bullies/rival delinquents which you would be very suspicious of, but this baby boy would secretly be pleased that your attention was back on him, even if you were angry and scolding him

definitely introduces you to Izana once he joins Black Dragons, as well as everyone else

yet at the same time, Shion would be so eager to earn your approval, like he did from Izana

shows off his bike to you the moment he got it, his gang jacket, and even his knuckle duster collection

though he will fib a little and say that they were only for collection purposes - you know he fights but didn't think he would use anything but his fists

and surprisingly, his completed homework as well (you were always so impressed when he did those)

would be the sort of wanted to show you off to everyone and anyone that would listen - so proud that you were his bestfriend

100% a crier around you (and only you)

it takes a lot of time and a hell lot more of trust from Shion to ever open up to you, because firstly, he has this reputation he needs to maintain of being the "Mad Dog", and he would never show any vulnerability where there is even a possibility that it could be leaked out

and secondly, Shion is really just very shy about emotions and has bad emotional regulation skills - usually he wildly swings from raging to neutral and back and forth, but obviously with a best friend a wider rage is needed and this boy has no idea what to do

but once he does, this baby boy cannot stop crying, especially when shit happens in his life

morphs into a crybaby the moment you two are alone and in the privacy of your/his room with double locked doors

needs the comfort and attention from you to make the booboos go away

knows that you would never let the fact that he cries on your lap leak out, even though you make fun of him from time to time when no one is listening

would deny, deny, deny, but would never get mad at you for teasing him because he is such a softie when it comes to you

you are the both halves that Shion needs in his life - a firm hand when needed and comforting and kind at all other times

would never want to let you go no matter what - you had earned yourself the loyalty of the Mad Dog that you weren't allowed to ever relinquish

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