No, hedgehog. @capsing because this ship deserves to sail. Sonic/King.
All things considered, ,and trust him all things were being considered, Sonic’s love of butterflies wasn’t the strangest thing about him. Not when you took into account the ninja-ness, or the fact the man made his living by killing people, most of the time. It was surreal as hell to see his boyfriend, wow boyfriend, chase down the little insects with a manic grin on his face.
“Um, Darling, why don’t you just buy some pinned butterflies?” King asked one day, when a park date, wow a date, turned into an impromptu game of ‘hold my shit, I gotta see the flutterby’.
“And pay to have them killed?! Never!” Sonic had answered, eyes wide and sounding thunderstruck at the mere idea of killing butterflies. King never brought up the topic again but he did start planning.
It started with a butterfly hair clip, something small enough to not get caught during a fight but big enough to hold his boyfriend’s black hair back. The ninja had immediately scaled him and planted a big kiss on his cheek, smiling at a gift for once.
After that it was almost like playing one of his sim games. A butterfly print scarf got him an actual kiss that made him blush from ear to ear. A necklace with a butterfly locket got him a very happy boyfriend who didn’t try to steal the t.v. while he was playing games, he could game in peace for a whole week without any stupid reality shows.
A pair of butterfly knives bought him three weeks of Sonic not taking any jobs, three weeks of Sonic lounging around the apartment. Three weeks of waking up to his boyfriend cuddled up in bed with him, always the big spoon of course.
The real win though was when he finally got up the guts to buy something ridiculous and embarrassing.
“You bought me a lifesized butterfly pillow?” Sonic had asked, cocking his head as though he expected the purple pillow to disappear and King’s heart had kicked up a notch. Had he made the wrong choice here? Did Sonic think this was too much, too overbearing?
“Yes?” he answered and it came out sounding like a question.
“…I love you.” It’d been the right choice.