#satbk sir lamorak

[silvermun]

galahad’s knighthood process was really funny

[achirding]

SatBK Week 2: Castle

Sonic was escorted by Sir Galahad and Sir Lamorak, and the three receive a warm welcome back at the castle from those left behind for its protection.

[sunshiety]

I love the satbk designs okay

[pajulammas]

[Chivalrous Devotion AU] Reference sheets for the knights!

Percival's off duty design was designed by @tillytilli!

The fic can be read here!

Twitter | Bluesky

More info under the cut!

Gawain:

From all the current Knights of the Round Table, 52-year-old Gawain has been by King Arthur's side the longest. In his loyalty to the king he's second only to Sir Lancelot. He is as stubborn as he is kind. He protects maidens as well as the poor and unfortunate, and he is a good friend to young knights. Gawain and Lancelot are very close. They have save each other's lives several times, and an unbreakable bond has formed between them. They always look out for each other, and they're unstoppable when fighting side by side. Lancelot trusts him so much that he was chosen first as one of Galahad's three godparents. Touched by this gesture, Gawain takes great pride in being Sir Galahad's godfather, and has grown quite fond of the young lad. However, King Arthur's sudden return has changed Lancelot's behavior. Gawain can't help but worry about his dear friend. Lancelot spends less time with his fellow knights, and instead spends every waking moment with the king. Gawain isn't sure how to feel. How will this affect their close friendship?

Percival:

At the young age of 14, Percival approached King Arthur and begged to be knighted. As knights were exclusively men and women usually only got to be knights' ladies, Percival had disguised herself as a boy to be able to reach her biggest dream: becoming a Knight of the Round Table. Arthur decided to give her a chance and let Sir Gawain take her under his wing, with Lancelot often accompanying them as well. Both of them were very impressed by Percival's skills despite her young age, and it didn't take long until she was knighted. Percival kept her gender a secret for a long time, but later in her twenties other knights found out about it. Percival was worried she wouldn't be allowed to be a knight anymore. While Gawain and Lancelot were surprised that the little lad they had been guiding was a girl instead, they were the first to defend her – they knew her skills the best. To their relief, Arthur noted that only a fool would banish a knight as good as Percival, and he is not a fool. Feeling forever in debt to the king for sparing her, Percival quickly became one of the most loyal knights, right after Lancelot and Gawain. While she may seem stoic at first, she's friendly towards other knights. When Lancelot eventually became a father, he asked Percival to be a godmother to his son Galahad. Percival agreed, wanting to be a mentor to the young boy in the way Gawain and Lancelot had been to her. She's very fond of him, and is very gentle and lenient towards him as opposed to his father's more strict approach to raising a child. While Percival has no need to hide her gender anymore, she still enjoys dressing in men's clothes and filling a role that is considered masculine. While she enjoys fighting, she's also very fond of rescuing damsels in distress. And whenever the Lady of the Lake needs the help of a knight, Percival is usually the first one to take on those missions – She's almost as loyal to Nimue as she is to Arthur.

Lamorak:

Sir Lamorak is known for his strength, speed, and fiery temper. He is competitive and rebellious, and sometimes it's difficult to tell if he's loyal to the king or not. However, he is appreciated for his charismatic personality and his habit of challenging other knights and helping them better themselves through the competitions he initiates. He and Sir Lancelot don't always see eye to eye, especially when their big egos clash often. Still, Lamorak has often helped Lancelot, who does trust him despite the hawk's rebellious attitude. He has even saved Lancelot a couple of times, so he was chosen to be Galahad's third godparent. Lamorak disagrees with Lancelot's strict upbringing. While Percival tries a more gentle approach to raising the humble Galahad, Lamorak often teaches him mischief and how to be more rebellious, much to Lancelot's chagrin.

[disabled-battlekukku]

what if galahad and lamorak weren't in satbk because they were babies at the time the shit was happening

[sonicstorybook]

The King's Champion

A SatBK AU where Shadow is the one sent to Camelot and Sonic is the doppelgänger- the one and only King Arthur!

Part: 4/4

Summary: Arthur the Hedgehog pulled the legendary sword Caliburn from the stone, and he became King Arthur, the ruler of Camelot. Shadow the Hedgehog appears in a flash of magic in the middle of his banquet hall, and he becomes Arthur’s problem. As the sun rises over the kingdom, a pre-dawn conversation between both hedgehogs also helps them reach... well, not quite a mutual understanding, but progress is progress!

(Shadow doesn’t know where he is, what’s going on, or why he’s there- but it doesn’t matter. He’s Shadow the Hedgehog, the world’s ultimate life form, and he’s going to play this weird game by his rules.)

Contains: Pre-relationship/platonic Arthadow (Arthur the Hedgehog x Shadow the Hedgehog)! Lamorak (Jet the Hawk) and Percival (Blaze the Cat) are siblings! Gawain (Knuckles the Echidna) and Gareth (Mighty the Armadillo) are siblings! Gawain and Gareth are Yvain’s (Ray the Flying Squirrel) cousins! Kay (Scourge the Hedgehog) is Arthur’s adopted brother!

Rating: G

Word count: 2,252

Note: The close of the first chapter of Shadow’s stay in Camelot! C: Will there be more? Yes, because I have no self-control. C,:

Reminder of characters: Sir Kay is Scourge the Hedgehog! Sir Gareth is Mighty the Armadillo!  Sir Yvain is Ray the (Flying?) Squirrel! Percy is Percival the Squire, aka Blaze the Cat! 

All chatter ends and the courtyard is deathly quiet as everyone collectively holds their breath, certain they must have misheard Shadow just now… but the black hedgehog doubles down.

“You heard me,” Shadow repeats, turning to face Gawain with a challenging arch of his brow, “Lancelot can keep his Queen- I’ll take the King.”

“What!?“ Half a dozen voices cry out at once. Arthur barely manages to contain his own surprise, whipping his head to look at Shadow so quickly he almost flings the circlet off his head. 

Shadow does not flinch under the heavy weight of the stares, cool and determined with a haughty hand on his hip.

“Shadow,” Arthur wishes he had a moment with Shadow alone to explain what the black hedgehog was getting himself into, tenting his hands in front of his face thoughtfully, “Once again, I am asking you to reconsider this request. That is no light commitment or task. Are you sure this is what you truly want?”

“I’m going to prove that I am superior to this Lancelot in every possible way,” Although Shadow says Lancelot’s name, the challenging glare he levels in Arthur’s direction indicates that Camelot’s king is included as well, “By the end of it, all of you will be comparing Lancelot to me.”

“You are completely mad if you think the king will accept such outlandish demands!” Gawain is so worked up he throws his hand out, hitting the unfortunate Sir Yvain in the chest with his barbed knuckles. The yellow squirrel is knocked off his feet and into Sir Gareth behind him, who barely manages to keep them both upright, “Who are you?! What are your designs on our king?! Are you a spy or assassin?!”

“I am Shadow the Hedgehog, the world’s ultimate life form,” Shadow is arrogantly self-assured as he literally turns his nose up at Gawain, “Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t care about you or this kingdom. And if I wanted your King dead, there’s nothing you could do to stop me!”

“You churl-!”

It’s very clear that Shadow and Gawain are about to start slinging hotheaded boasts, vicious insults, and blows again. But before Arthur can try to restore order, aid comes from an unexpected source.

“Hah! You are a saucy one!” Sir Lamorak’s squawk of laughter shatters the tension like ice, pushing past Gawain to stand directly in front of Shadow. 

“Brother!” A small purple cat darts out from the crowd, grabbing onto the hawk’s hand and giving him a stern shake, “Do not be foolish!”

“I know what I’m doing, squire,” Lamorak hisses at her, low enough only those nearby can hear him, shaking himself free and pushing the child behind him, “Watch and learn, Percy!”

‘Percy’ gives a loud, annoyed groan as she stomps her foot irritably, sulkily crossing her arms and watching her brother with an incredibly unimpressed expression. Who was this girl, again? Lamorak had asked if he could bring his sister in as his squire, but that had been only a few days ago and she wouldn’t have been able to make the journey so quickly, could she? She also seemed a little too young to be a squire… 

Lamorak flips his visor up with one hand as he looks down on Shadow with a condescending grin, “Do you have any idea what you are asking for? Do you really think an untried knave without any weapon or armor of his own has a chance?”

Shadow is coolly defiant, eyes boring into Lamorak ferociously, “I don’t need anything but my bare hands to beat you.“

Lamorak’s grin falls immediately, and his hand reaches to the scabbards where his twin swords are sheathed on his back-

“Enough!” Arthur steps in before Shadow manages to make more enemies, putting himself between his combative guest and his strongest knights, “Shadow is new to the realm and not familiar with its customs, and yet you treat him with great hostility! Where is your courtesy? Your patience? This is a most inhospitable way to treat my personal guest!”

Arthur hates having to use his authority like this, he really does, but Shadow is going to wind up as unpopular as Kay at this rate. 

The stunned silence lasts only a moment. 

“Your guest!” Gawain sputters indignantly, gesturing at Shadow like he doesn’t know what else to say, “Your guest!!”

“My lord,” Gareth puts his hand on Gawain’s shoulder, choosing his words carefully, “It is most unusual to have someone enter the kingdom with the visage of one of the round table’s most illustrious and well-regarded knights-”

Kay blows a dismissive raspberry, smiling when the armadillo gives him an annoyed side eye. Gawain leans over his brother’s shoulder to give the green hedgehog a full on glare.

“And it would be imprudent to rush into something like this without considering all potential factors and viewpoints,” Gareth finishes primly, bowing his head respectfully as he meets Shadow’s eyes, “While still giving Sir Shadow the same opportunities we would extend to every other child of Camelot.”

“You cannot be serious!” Gawain turns to his brother incredulously, “He disguised himself as Lancelot!”

“I have no need to disguise myself as anyone!” Shadow’s eyes narrow as he takes a step toward Gawain.

“Enough, enough!” Arthur massages his forehead as he glances up at the sky, knowing that this argument will cost him the rest of the morning. He will be struggling to meet all his daily obligations at this rate, and will likely be working late into the night... “I will hear your arguments in the great hall at the round table- after we break our fast.”

Before anyone can say anything else, Arthur turns to his guest, “Come, Shadow the Hedgehog, bringer of chaos! Before you end up creating blood feuds with the entire round table!”

Shadow doesn’t look the least bit chastised, incredulous and amused as he gives a flippant shrug, “Fine by me.”

“With these jests, it sounds like you’re better suited to the role of court jester!” Lamorak laughs boisterously, arms crossed over his chest as he grins mockingly. His squire stands behind him, less than enthused at her knight’s actions, but doesn’t say anything. She simply grips onto his tail feathers and digs her feet into the ground below, trying to physically keep him out of the range of Shadow’s fists. 

“Have you any more?” Lamorak jeers, obviously trying to get back at Shadow for that earlier insult. (Even though the brash hawk brought it on himself. Again.)

The air around Shadow turns positively murderous, and he flexes the fingers of his right hand as he brings it up mid-chest, “How about a magic trick?

Sparks crackle around his fingertips as he looks at Lamorak over his shoulder, eyes narrowing like he’s honing in on a target.

“I can make you disappear-“ Shadow starts to say, bringing his hand down in a vicious arc-

That Arthur jumps in to stop with his hands. The strange energy spreads through Shadow’s fingers and into his own, leaving behind a tingling sensation that seems to seep into his skin and to his very bones. Arthur lets go quickly, but it travels up the length of his arm and into his shoulder before radiating through his entire body.

“My Lord!” Half a dozen voices cry out at the same time in dismay.

“It’s nothing!” Arthur doesn’t have any time to dwell on any of this, even as his body seems to buzz with the energy. He wants to shake his hand out, but he knows that will just worry his knights, “I said this will wait until after breakfast! Be still, all of you!” 

He grabs Shadow’s hand tightly as he ushers his taciturn companion forward, as if afraid the black hedgehog is going to run off and punch someone else in the face. (Which seems very likely at this point.)

 “Come along!” Arthur’s hand buzzes where it touches Shadow, even through the fabric of his glove. He half expects the dark hedgehog to push him away, and is surprised when Shadow’s hand squeezes him. But painfully so, like this is a challenge he can win while making sure Arthur doesn’t let go. The king glances back as Shadow, curious to see why the prickly hedgehog would touch him without a clear purpose- when it becomes clear this is a calculated power play.

Shadow is staring Gawain down, using this simple gesture to establish himself in the king’s entourage, annoy the echidna and the other knights who regard him with suspicion, and show his clear disregard for hierarchy of the court. For some reason, Arthur is disappointed… but he pushes that feeling aside immediately. Shadow would be a fool if he did not use the king’s political and social position to his advantage.

Arthur pulls Shadow towards the now doorless archway, whispering as he discreetly elbows the black hedgehog, “What are you doing? I don’t know how it works in your world, but you’ll accomplish more with friends in Camelot’s walls rather than enemies!”

“I don’t need friends,” Shadow gives Arthur a flat look, answering loudly as he glowers back at Lamorak, “And if you want to keep yours in one piece, they shouldn’t start what they can’t finish. I don’t like leaving loose ends.”

Arthur rolls his eyes in exasperation as he hurries through the corridor, ear swiveling backwards to pick up on the disgruntled chatter that is naturally amplified by the stone hallways. Shadow’s combative attitude and abrasive demeanor are certainly not doing much to endear him to anyone.

“You don’t seem to like casual conversation or friendly advice either,” Arthur quips back, shaking his head, “And certainly not comfortable beds. What of mead and bread? Do you like that?”

“You're starting to irritate me, hedgehog-” Shadow answers back automatically, annoyed, before blinking rapidly. He gives Arthur that look again, like he’s seeing him in a completely different light, “You are going to drink mead for breakfast?”

Arthur finds Shadow’s baffled confusion amusing, quietly chuckling to himself, “Would my new champion prefer wine instead?”

“Sure, why not,” Shadow lets Arthur open the door to the chamber himself, purposefully ignoring Gawain’s outrage and rubbing it in by refusing to let go of the king’s hand the entire time, making Arthur do it one handed. Arthur can’t remember the last time he’s opened a door for himself, let alone another person. It’s strangely thrilling, “Where does the echidna sit?”

“I sit in the red velvet siege,” Arthur nods at the plush seat with the crown carved into the wood above it, “And ‘Wain sits to my left-”

“Good,” Shadow doesn’t wait for Arthur to finish explaining or sit down, plopping himself in the seat to Arthur’s right like it belongs to him. It belongs to Sir Kay, who seems less than amused- but, in a rare move of self preservation, also doesn’t seem very keen to attract Shadow’s ire on himself directly. Arthur shrugs to his brother apologetically, making motions to an attendant by the door to bring another chair.

In fact, Shadow goes out of his way to make himself look as comfortable as possible, throwing his crossed legs over one arm rest and propping his elbow on the other, resting his chin on his fist. Incredibly bold… Arthur sits down quickly himself, hiding a smile behind a sip of his cup.

“MY KING!” Gawain yanks his chair out from the table so violently the wood cracks under his grip, splinters falling to the floor as he sits in it heavily and unhappily, “THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!!!”

Shadow stares at Gawain with a bored expression as he filches a piece of cheese from Arthur’s plate, popping it into his mouth as the echidna slams his hands back down on the table. 

Well, this is certainly turning out to be a very different and complicated day! When Arthur first rose this morning, he didn’t think he’d end up having breakfast with Shadow the Hedgehog sitting on his right hand side after causing a feud with almost half the round table. Or to have Gawain, one of his most powerful and influential knights, squabbling with the black hedgehog like a petulant child.

One of the many large and small problems he needs to solve... Arthur nibbles on a roll absentmindedly as he listens to Gareth’s argument from the other side of the table, pretending he doesn’t notice Shadow flick a piece of apple at the side of Gawain’s head.

He needs to nip the budding tension between Lamorak and Shadow before it leads to bloodshed… Lamorak is very pointedly glaring daggers at the hedgehog until his sister kicks him in the shin when he doesn’t pass her the jam quickly enough, and that quickly devolves to the hawk arguing with a literal child. 

Arthur needs to make Shadow’s self-appointed position as his champion palatable to the majority of his knights and advisors, many of whom are regarding Shadow with guarded suspicion over the rim of their mugs. 

He needs to find and check on Lancelot, whose absence in the siege at Gawain’s right is painfully obvious. And Arthur needs to soothe Kay’s wounded pride before his brother does something reckless and foolish that causes them all unnecessary grief. (Especially Kay himself.)

It was exactly as Sir Ector had warned- the secret wish of excitement in his heart had been answered in the most unexpected way. But Arthur has no regrets. 

Despite it all, he is eager to see how this new adventure unfolds.

[emmatheyoshi]

Lamorak: Why are like, half of the Knights of the Roundtable autistic?!

Gawain, Rhapsody, Lancelot, Galahad, and Percival (who are all autistic): *Stare at Lamorak in bewilderment*

Gawain: Lamorak…..who let you back in the common room?

[hekcart]

This is now the SECOND time I've drawn Jet the Hawk

And it's still memey

[silverfanzine]

No one gets left behind! 🦾🦔

My contribution to the @silverfanzine [ Link to Zine Here ] My work got corrupted so tragically it only got this far. BUT!!! Thank you to @FirbetMakes specifically for making an edit so that my piece was still included!!

[sirpyes]

Art trade with @lrigreddahc 🌿🤺

[sonic-storybook-3]

There’s a new little sonic animation on youtube called Sonic: Barrier Stone Quest, it’s so cool!!! I love SATBK, its so cool to see other people still talking about it in 2023, and there’s voice acting and everthing 💙💙💙

[achirding]

SonKnuxWeek 1: Rescue

Made this for Sonknux week on twitter! I just love how knights will get captured and wait to be rescued, lmao- Gawain would totally do that to prove a point ahaha.

Sonwain. <3

[tanglesoup]

foaming at the mouth right now

HES REAL!!!!

[penthousedragon]

Sir Lamorak

The newest addition to my series of drawing the SATBK characters!

Lancelot / Percival / Nimue / Galahad / Dragon Lord Scourge  / Support Me~!

[sonicstorybook]

The King’s Champion

A SatBK AU where Shadow is the one sent to Camelot and Sonic is the doppelgänger- the one and only King Arthur!

Part: 3/4

Summary: Arthur the Hedgehog pulled the legendary sword Caliburn from the stone, and he became King Arthur, the ruler of Camelot. Shadow the Hedgehog appears in a flash of magic in the middle of his banquet hall, and he becomes Arthur’s problem. As the sun rises over the kingdom, a pre-dawn conversation between both hedgehogs also helps them reach... well, not quite a mutual understanding, but progress is progress!

(Shadow doesn’t know where he is, what’s going on, or why he’s there- but it doesn’t matter. He’s Shadow the Hedgehog, the world’s ultimate life form, and he’s going to play this weird game by his rules.)

Contains: Pre-relationship/platonic Arthadow (Arthur the Hedgehog x Shadow the Hedgehog)!

Rating: G

Word count:   1,820

Note: I figured out the issue! The new post editor. C,: Back at legacy and no word limit- but I’m going to split the last part into another post so I can make another lil chapter header image ahaha.

Also, other characters introduced this part:

Sir Gawain is Knuckles the Echidna! Sir Lamorak is Jet the Hawk! Sir Kay is Scourge the Hedgehog! Sir Gareth is Mighty the Armadillo!

“Sire!” Well, more like broken open, as Gawain’s armored fist tears through the solid wood easily. (Arthur makes a mental note to get the tower and the door repaired.) The knight of the sun runs up to him, a worried frown darkening his face, “Are you well, my lord?!”

“I'm great!” Arthur tries to keep his composure, but he’s still energized from the unexpected adventure. Lamorak, his newest knight, is the first to follow after Gawain, followed by more of his knights. Kay is the very last one through the door, looking bored and unconcerned as he picks at his sharp teeth. Typical. His brother didn’t care about things outside of his area of responsibility, and he knew Arthur could take care of himself. 

Arthur gives his knights a reassuring smile, gesturing at them to lower their weapons, which most do with varying levels of reluctance. Lamorak, notably, does not, but the hawk is too hungry to make a name for himself to ever take a passive role. Most of his other knights seem content to let Gawain take the lead, “Shadow just showed me the most marvelous trick with the wind, ‘Wain! It was like a dream-”

“Is that so?” Gawain glances at Arthur, scanning him quickly for visible injuries, before turning his attention to Shadow. He puts himself between the hedgehogs, standing in front of his king as he eyes Shadow warily, “Where is your cape? Did this churl take it?”

Arthur sighs deeply as Gawain doesn't see him. His knight noticed his symbol of authority was missing, but Gawain didn’t notice the brightness in Arthur’s eyes or the genuine smile on his face. A true warrior and protector, so focused on the potential threat to the crown that he doesn’t realize the crown is fine. Actually, the crown is better than he has been in a long time.

“I’m a hedgehog,” Shadow answers Gawain defiantly with a chilly glower of his own. 

“And what do I want with a rag?” Shadow crosses his arms over his chest, a sign of dismissive self-assurance that has Gawain bristling. Only someone very brave or very foolish would dare face Gawain when the sun is so high in the sky, and Arthur isn’t sure which one Shadow is as he keeps antagonizing the knight of the sun, “Your king is simply careless.”

“How dare you!” Gawain takes an aggressive step forward, slicing the air with his hand in his outrage. Some of his other knights react poorly to the comment, too, making sounds of disagreement as their hands rest on their weapons threateningly. (It’s a pity Guin isn’t there. She’s mastered the art of laughing in her eyes while keeping her expression prim and proper, and she would have undoubtedly agreed with Shadow’s assessment. At least Lamorak, still so new to knighthood and not yet versed in the ways of the court, guffaws as his beak widens in an amused smile that makes Arthur feel like he’s more than just a king.)

“Do not speak to him so familiarly, imposter!” Gawain demands angrily, circling Shadow warily.  In his haste, the knight of the sun did not bring Galatine with him, but his armored fists and legendary strength are formidable enough on their own.

“Imposter?!” Shadow echoes back, offended, baring his teeth in a snarl. He matches Gawain step for step, quills bristling up angrily, “Me?!”

“You may look like Lancelot, but you cannot fool me!” Gawain cracks his knuckles, and stretches his shoulder, telltale signs he’s getting ready to fight, “I will not allow you to try and steal Lancelot’s place! Just like you took the king’s cape, no doubt! You are undoubtedly seeking to replace him as the Queen’s champion!”

“Gawain…” Arthur calls out wearily, knowing that now that he’s worked up, the echidna won’t listen to anyone- not even the king, “He didn’t take my cape, the wind did.”

Gawain, predictably, ignores him since his attention is glued on Shadow.

“You have Lancelot’s face, but nothing else!” Gawain reaches back and lunges forward, fist first. Shadow jumps out of the way, but the force of the wind nearly knocks Kay off of his feet, “You don’t have his skill!”

“Kay-” Arthur starts to call out to his foster brother, but the green hedgehog waves him off irritably as he dusts off the front of his robe.

“His grace!” Gawain roars, throwing another punch Shadow skillfully avoids, although the stone floor isn’t so lucky. Debris flies into the air as several cobblestones burst with the force of the impact.

Shadow doesn’t dodge the next punch so much as he disappears from where it was aimed. “And none of his honor- Huh?!”

Gawain only has a few moments to look confused before Shadow appears behind him in a flash of energy. The hedgehog’s eyebrows are drawn together tightly in a ferocious scowl, and in the blink of an eye, Shadow kicks the knight in the back of the head. 

Gawain’s helmet takes the brunt of the impact, metal meeting metal with a hollow clunk, but the force of it still sends the echidna flying face-first into the ground. It’s deathly silent as everyone seems to hold their breath, surprised and not sure how to react.

Shadow kicked Gawain in the back of the head.

Gawain shakes his head, looking at Shadow over his shoulder with a bewildered expression. The serious hedgehog glowers back at him, half-crouched down like he’s ready to continue the fight. Time has come to a standstill in this long, quiet moment.

It’s not funny that Shadow kicked Sir Gawain of Orkney, knight of the sun and a proud son of Camelot, in the head.

Gawain’s temper and hostility make sense- he’s worried about Lancelot. He sees a stranger with his best friend’s face and immediately assumes it’s Shadow’s doing. Quite a reasonable assumption, given Lancelot’s mixed experiences with magic. Even worse, Shadow is with Camelot’s king now, and is too dangerous an unknown to leave unchallenged. Gawain was simply getting carried away while trying to protect those he loved.

Shadow, for all his stoic indifference, is disoriented and frustrated. He doesn’t understand his new social environment, or realize how his words and actions are seen as provocative and insulting. Well, initially anyway. When Gawain unfavorably compared him to Lancelot, the echidna pushed on the still tender wound of his self doubt. Naturally, Shadow lashed out to protect himself and assert himself as powerful and capable by his own merits.

It’s not funny at all, in fact, it’s serious- Arthur only has moments to think of a suitable solution that keeps Gawain from being embarrassed, mollifies his knights, and somehow protects and restrains Shadow all at the same time. And yet laughter bubbles in his chest because Shadow kicked Gawain in the back of the head for calling him something other than ‘hedgehog.’ Just like he promised he would.

“Arthur?” Kay asks from his side in a moment, although he doesn’t look particularly concerned. His brother has a habit of sniffing out trouble and getting in the midst of it, no matter the collateral damage. Kay’s sharp teeth are pulled into a smile, blue eyes glinting with mean delight, which means he found this just as amusing as Arthur did, “Are you laughing?”

Of course his brother would use this opportunity to try and drag him into this, and make Arthur the object of ridicule instead! Kay’s sense of humor is as sharp and deadly as his green quills, and always pops up at the most inconvenient time.

“Of course not!” Arthur regains his composure quickly, laying a hand against Kay’s shoulder with a strained smile and a subtle glare to convey his annoyance, “I was choking in surprise!”

Kay, as expected, doesn’t look the least bit regretful, shrugging his brother’s hand off with a flippant wave. With a low sigh, Arthur makes his way to where Shadow is standing and Gawain is getting to his feet. He slips back into his royal persona like a glove, “Splendid! I asked you to impress me, Shadow the Hedgehog, and you have not disappointed!”

Arthur claps his hand on Gawain’s back, giving his knight a friendly shake, “Rare are those who can catch Sir Gawain by surprise, and rarer still those who can land a single blow! Particularly when the sun is casting her full blessing on him! You have proven yourself, and I will grant your boon!”

“A test.” Gawain brushes some dust from his pauldron, moving his arm in such a way that his rippling muscles are in full display. The echidna eyes Shadow with distaste, forgetting himself and demanding an answer from Arthur rather than asking, “Boon? What boon?”

Arthur lets it slide with great relief, elated that Gawain readily accepts the explanation without further questioning, “The boon of being given the opportunity to prove his worth in skill of arms, noble deeds, and succor to those in need.”

It’s not an uncommon request, in fact, many of Arthur’s current knights have asked for this same boon. Gareth the Armadillo seems to be particularly moved by this request, likely remembering his own path to knighthood. He exchanges a glance with Gawain, pointedly relaxing his posture as if proving to his older brother that there was no need for hostility. Several other knights follow Gareth’s lead, willing to give Shadow an opportunity to prove himself after his impressive demonstration against Gawain. 

Arthur feels his shoulders begin to relax-

“Strange,” Kay comments airily from the side, buffing his claws against his vest. His eyes are calculating and cold, scrutinizing Shadow in a way that leaves Arthur increasingly nervous. His brother’s voice is cloyingly sweet as he asks, “My King usually extends this boon to every hopeful, young squire who stumbles through the doorway… Not getting stingy, are you, Wart?”

“Sir Kay,” Gareth gives the green hedgehog a disapproving frown, voice cool but calm, “You would do well to remember your place and to hold that sharp tongue of yours.”

His ears twitch as the armadillo smiles in Shadow’s direction, “This fellow does not strike me as patient and forgiving as our king.”

“Hear, hear!” Someone calls from the left, setting off a volley of snickering that has Kay’s quills bristling in annoyance. Arthur does wish his brother would speak a little less loudly and boldly so the target on his back wouldn’t be quite so big. 

“Tch,” Kay sucks air between his teeth dismissively, biting his thumb in Gareth’s direction with a scoff, “Perhaps this Shadow’s request was just as pathetic as yours, Beaumains-”

“Kay!” Gawain comes in defense of his brother, looking over his shoulder at Kay in obvious warning. Much to the armadillo’s chagrin, who felt his ‘big brother’ weighing in on his disputes discredited Gareth’s own deeds and reputation. Gawain would answer back hotly, and this is would devolve into unnecessary family spat- 

“The King’s Champion.”

[weirdozjunkary]

Golden heart (SATBK au fic) chapter 6

back again with more of this fic! A bit lober than the others cause its crammed with a lot of stuff. Mysteries are going to be solved so soon, you just wait and see...

Chapter1 Chapter5 Chapter7

Chapter 6- a meal for the mind

The day had gone by and the warm air had begun to cool. The super speedy hedgehog had already bored himself from the castle. At least there were plenty of books to read so he didn’t go completely insane from boredom, he was always kind of a book nerd. Usually when he had a place to rest his feet, he would sit and read wherever caught his eye.

This time, however, reading wasn’t really catching the hedgehogs attention. Instead, he was attempting to stack them like a card tower. It was difficult to do so as each book varied in height and weight. Luckily, all of them were hardcover. Though now even ‘book tower stacking’ was a bore to him.

Sonic sighed as he balanced the books on his sneakers. He tried to see how many he could balance before either his legs couldn’t hold that much, or that he couldn’t balance anymore. He got to five before the large clock in the room chimed loudly and startled him. His legs instinctively going stiff, launching the books up into the air and crashing down onto the hedgehogs face. 

He groaned and covered his face in pain, he was embarrassed but glad no one was around to see his mess up. Sonic sat himself up and looked at the clock. 5 pm already? How long was he sitting around being bored?

Sonic stood and dusted himself off. “Ah, guess time is always moving fast for me.” He put his hands to his hips. “I guess they’re gonna start making dinner soon. Wait… did they still have dinner at this time?” 

Sonic scratched his head in thought before shrugging. “Eh, doesn’t matter!” He turned on his heel and made his way to the kitchen. “My eternal clock is probably different from theirs anyways.”

The speedy blue hedgehog moved down the halls that, to him, was a jog, but to others would be like chasing a horse drawn carriage. Still, he made his way down to the dinning hall where he saw a huge banquet displayed with the most Amazing food! It smelt amazing to! 

Grinning widely, Sonic turned to see who was at the table. Apart from the few servants who Sonic treated with the utmost hospitality before they had departed, the figures who sat were the knights of the roundtable. There was Sir Lancelot, who still looked slightly embarrassed seeing Sonic's presence. Sir Galahad, who was to busy swooning over the dark knight beside him to notice him in the room. Sir Percival, her visor still on her head, but opened, you still couldn’t see her face properly though. And lastly, two knights that looked similar to Knuckles the echidna, and… Jet the hawk?

“Hey look Lancelot! It’s the guy that made you look stupid in front of the king!” The echidna teased.

Lancelot didn’t respond, but Sonic could tell he was dying inside. Despite knowing this, he didn’t want to be rude.

“Uh, hey. Is it alright if I have dinner with you guys?” Sonic asked.

The red knight laughed. “ ‘Dinner’? It’s a bit late for dinner, hedgehog”

“So then what are you guys doing here with all this food?”

“it’s called ‘Supper’ you moron!” The green hawk insulted.

Sonic's eye instinctively twitched at the knight's comment, it wasn’t Jet, but he sure did seem like him. “Right…”

“He’s from another world, Lamorak.” Lancelot said. “He doesn’t follow the same things as us”

“Ah right! He’s from a world where cool Knights such as myself don’t exist!” Lamorak crossed his arms. “PAH! What a miserable world would that be, huh?”

The blue guest tapped his foot in annoyance, resisting the urge to go up and slap him. “Actually, my world is GREAT!” He said through his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, you keep telling yourself that!” The hawk dismissively waved a hand to him

Sonic rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Can I eat with you or what?”

“Yeah, sure, why not.” The Echidna said. “Pick up an empty chair. Just not the big one.”

“Thanks… um…”

“Sir Gawain, if you wish to know my name”

Sonic bowed his head and took a seat across from two of the knights. “Nice to meet you Gawain.”

The red knight grinned widely at him. Sonic had already reached and gathered the food to eat. To the others' shock, he grabbed a lot, more than they had, though they had already began eating before the blue hedgehog came in. They glanced as sonic ate the hearty meal he had took for himself.

“So…” Lamorak leaned towards sonic. “Not that I want to know more about where you’re from. But it IS kind of cool that you aren’t from here.”

Sonic raised a suspicious brow at the hawk. He swallowed before talking. “Really? You want to know more about where I’m from?”

“Yeah, why not?” Gawain butted in, putting an arm behind his head. “Might make use of a normally boring supper.”

“Don’t you guys have stories to tell each other or something?” Sonic said with a slight question in his tone.

“We already exhausted all our stories!” Lamorak groaned. “We haven’t been on a REAL adventure since the king had an ‘episode’ and shut himself in this dumb castle!”

“ ‘episode’?” Sonic repeated.

“How about we don’t insult the king…” Galahad said sheepishly.

“Why do YOU care?!” Lamorak flew a hand out. “You weren’t even there! You were out trying to find that stupid grail!”

“And YOU were with me! YOU weren’t there either! But I at least have RESPECT for the king and what had happened then!”

“Yeah, and your ‘respect’ was no help in getting the damn thing! I thought you were supposed to be the ‘perfect’ one?”

“There is no need for insults, Lamorak” Lancelot glared and growled at the hawk.

“Yeah you’re right.” Lamorak said. “Why should I be insulting the twig when ol’ blue is an easier target.”

Lancelot slammed a hand to the table, the sound reverberating throughout the large dinning room. “DO YOU WANT TO BE KILLED?” 

Sonic slightly raised a hand, trying to bud in to the conversation, his ears awkwardly pinned back. “Um-“

“Like that loner has any fight left in him?” Lamorak shouted. “He probably couldn’t even do half of the things he did back then!”

“You do not know what the king is capable of!” Gawain sneered at the hawk, showing his gums.

“Of course I don’t! It’s been YEARS since anything interesting has happened here!” Lamorak leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest with a scoff. “Don’t tell me you’re STILL scared of him?”

“Don’t speak like you knew what had happened that day…” Gawain pointed at him and growled, glaring daggers with his bright lavender eyes.

“HOW CAN I?” The hawk exlaimed, throwing his hands out infront of him. “You sorry bunches of idiots refuse to say anything!”

“There is NOTHING to say!” Lancelot puffed out his chest.

Sonic stood up on his chair. “OKAY STOP IT!”

The knights froze, their hearts skipped a beat at the volume of Sonic's voice. He really did sound like the king. No matter the situation, that booming voice could always come out to set them straight. Sonic hated yelling, but these guys seemed like they were gonna keep on arguing till the sun rose again. He looked at each of the knights, each of them giving nervous and uncomfortable glances away from the hedgehog. The room was deathly silent, any noise was from each person's breath, or his own words ringing in Sonic's head.

Sonic inhaled. “PLEASE! Just SOMEONE! Tell me WHAT IS GOING ON! Why does everyone look so glum all the time?” He placed his palms on the wooden table. “What happened with the king?”

All of them awkwardly looked away from him. Hiding their faces or simply avoiding eye contact. Why did they decide to argue? Knowing that their new guest was here. He knew about as much as Galahad and Lamorak. Maybe even less. None of them need to know.

“… No one? No one is going to say anything?”

The room was silent once more, still nothing to come out of the knights that accompanied the table. Sonic furrowed his brow in frustration. He shut his eyes and sighed, as much as he hated not knowing things, he didn’t like to push people if they weren’t comfortable.

“Okay, fine…” He hopped off of the chair and tapped the tip his shoes to the ground. “I have something to do anyways. Thanks for the meal though, it was really good.” He bowed at them before running off, leaving the five knights alone with each other.

Sonic huffed as he jogged down the castle walls, that foggy feeling of negative thoughts clouded his head. He tightly shut his eyes, trying to concentrate and calm down. He wasn’t one to get angry, but he was so frustrated that that cloud kept circling him. It felt almost suffocating to feel like this, he never felt this kind of negativity before. He wanted to yell into the sky, to punch something, to curl up into a ball, something to get all this out, something…

A cool breeze fell on the hedgehog’s face, he was outside on the dirt path to the castle's main entrance. He made it about a quarter of the way down before he realized, and oh man, the feeling of being outside again, it calmed him down almost instantly. The fog, his frustration, it all melted away. He calmly took a deep breath in and let it out, his face angled towards the sky. He was so focused on trying to figure things out, that he forgot that he needed to take it easy, problems don’t always solve themselves in a day.

“Sonic!” A familiar voice called out to him from down the hill. It was Tails- or, Miles. He was there, just like he’d said he’d be. 

A smile creeped up on sonic's face, his small tail began to wag hapilly. He waved up a hand to the grown fox. “Hey! What took you so long?”