Fated Dreams

Epilogue - Fated Dreams

Sonic's heart swelled, relief blooming in his chest like a flower reaching for the sun. "You really mean that?"

"I do," Shadow affirmed, his gaze unwavering.

Sonic smiled, stepping forward and looping his arms around Shadow's waist. "You know you're the only one for me, right? I don't care what multiverse version of me exists out there who might've kissed Lancelot under a starry sky or danced with him at some Camelot ball—this me? He is obsessed with you."

Shadow smirked. "Good. Because I plan to keep you."

They kissed—soft, lingering, the kind of kiss that tasted like home. When they pulled apart, Sonic's forehead rested against Shadow's.

"Thanks for trusting me," he whispered.

Shadow's voice was quiet. "Thank you for asking."

Sonic chuckled. "Next time I visit Camelot, maybe you can come too. You and Lancelot can glare at each other while Arthur and I get snacks."

"I'd prefer to fight him."

"Of course you do."

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A few days later, Sonic visited Camelot, and Silver was around to help this time, noticing the visits don't seem to bother the timeline.

Once Sonic got there, it was like stepping into a memory that had waited patiently for him to return.

Sonic didn't have to search long. The clang of steel on steel echoed across the courtyard—sharp, clean, rhythmic. He turned the corner and spotted them. Lancelot and Gawain locked in a spar, blades flashing in the sunlight. Gawain moved with fire and grit, throwing himself into every strike, but Lancelot? He was a storm in motion. Calm, fluid, untouchable.

With a single clean disarm, Lancelot sent Gawain's blade flying, and the red knight fell back with a grunt and a grin.

"Damn," Gawain huffed, brushing off his tunic. "You've only gotten sharper."

Lancelot offered a hand to help him up, always the kind knight, looking out for the others. "Your form has improved. You lasted three strikes longer than last time."

"That a compliment?" Gawain smirked. "From you, I might frame it."

Sonic watched from the edge of the clearing, arms folded, a smirk tugging at his lips. Lancelot hadn't noticed him yet.

He waited for Gawain to walk off with a chuckle and a shake of his head, then Sonic pounced.

With a sudden dash of speed, he barreled straight at Lancelot and tackled in a full-bodied hug.

"Gotcha!!"

Lancelot staggered with a shocked noise, instinctively wrapping his arms around the figure, faltering but barely catching himself.

"...Sonic?"

Sonic grinned against his shoulder. "Missed me?"

Lancelot smiled big, arms wrapping tightly around Sonic's waist with a sudden exhale, like the breath had been knocked out of him.

"Sonic," he repeated, voice lower now, warmer.

"Man, you're tense," Sonic teased, resting his chin on Lancelot's shoulder. "Have you been training this whole time? What, no breaks? No tournaments? Camelot seems so boring now."

Lancelot pulled back just enough to look at him, a smile curving at his lips. "You came to visit."

"Of course I did." Sonic grinned. "Told you I don't make empty promises."