Fated Dreams

Notes: I REALLY debated on releasing this. I didn't want to seem repetitive, as I feel like we have gotten a solid ending in the finale. BUT, one, this was requested by a few readers (and I love my readers), two, there is a moment that I thought would tie it all together and just add a little hint to my next Lansoni fanfic.

TW: It's a bit bittersweet to my Lansoni readers.

The door creaked softly as Sonic stepped into their home, dropping his gloves onto the little table by the entrance. Shadow was getting ready to leave. He could hear the low hum of a kettle in the kitchen, the rustle of paperwork, and the faint scuff of boots across the floor. Sonic paused for a second, taking it all in. The normalcy. The comfort.

Then he walked toward the kitchen, peeking his head in. Shadow looked up from a mission report. He seemed annoyed, but as soon as he saw Sonic, that sharp edge in his eyes softened.

"Hey," Shadow said.

"Hey, yourself," Sonic replied, a sad smile flitting across his face.

They met in the center of the warm, sunlit kitchen and shared a quiet hug. Sonic buried his face into Shadow's shoulder, lingering there a beat longer than usual, seeking solace in the familiar scent of him.

"You okay?" Shadow murmured, his tone laced with concern.

"Yeah," Sonic said, stepping back reluctantly. "But I hate that you're leaving for a few days. I thought your missions with Rouge and Omega were finished."

"It's a small job. These rarely happen now, and I'm surprised it came up," Shadow's brow furrowing slightly. "But I promise I'll be back."

Sonic remained silent, tension in the air, and Shadow could sense something wasn't right.

"Something on your mind?"

Sonic hesitated, his fingers tapping anxiously against the smooth surface of the counter. "I'm going to be bored without you."

"You can visit your friends," Shadow suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

"I always do that!"

"Then what do you want to do?" Shadow asked, genuinely curious.

Sonic paused, lost in thought. "I don't know... I guess it could be kinda fun to visit Camelot..."

"We haven't been there since the wedding," Shadow noted.

"I know, and it's been a while since we've seen them."

An uncertain feeling gnawed at Sonic, but he pushed it aside and ventured, "Could I go while you're gone? I won't if you're not okay with it."

Shadow set down the kettle slowly, the metal clinking slightly against the countertop as he turned to face Sonic. "You wanted to ask my permission?"

Sonic rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish gesture. "I mean... kinda. Yeah. Just felt right, y'know? I didn't want you to think I was—"

"—Running off to make out with the knight?" Shadow deadpanned, raising an eyebrow.

Sonic blinked, taken aback. "Wow. I was gonna say 'being inconsiderate,' but sure. Let's go with that."

Shadow sighed. He took Sonic's hands gently in his own, fingers intertwining as he spread warmth through their connection. "Sonic. I trust you."

Sonic looked up, surprise brightening his eyes.

"I don't fully trust him," Shadow continued, his voice steady but low. "Lancelot's a lot like me. If anyone knows what he's capable of feeling and hiding, it's me. But you..." Shadow's thumb stroked along Sonic's palm, his touch almost tender. "You're the only one I trust not to cross that line."