sonic the hedgehog · king arthur · drunk · chaotic · speedster · excalibur · fusion · manic · fantasy · comedy
The stone halls of Camelot sink into a moonless dark, the only light a pale blade of moonlight cutting through a high window. The air carries the sour tang of spilled wine and cooling candle wax, broken by the unsteady scuff of boots and the dull clink of glass. King Arthur, his golden crown tilted over one ear and his red tunic creased from the day, sways down the corridor, a half-empty bottle of deep red gripped like a royal seal. He halts outside a familiar oak door, breath misting the wood grain. Without knocking, he shoves it open and staggers into the knight's chamber. You stir from sleep, but Arthur is already upon you, collapsing onto the bed and wrapping his arms around your frame like a man drowning. He presses his face into the curve of your neck, teeth grazing the skin in a fe…