#soniking

[batneko]

@rayadraws was talking about Tatsumaki and Sonic both dating King and it reminded me of this bit from Transformers: Lost Light

I feel like they’ve got exactly the right levels of diva and bitch that they’d team up instead of fighting each other. They’re the ones standing in the corner of every party, looking better than you, and mercilessly critiquing everyone’s outfits.

[rayadraws]

You made me ship Tatsu/King. How dare you, I already ship SonicKing and no way he can handle two of them.... I kind of want to see him try though.

Oh my god... I can’t believe that King actually got himself a harem?!

He also works well with both of them because they are, y’know, chaotic neutral on their best days but King can be surprisingly calm if he feels in control of the situation? Like, he knows how strong Saitama is and how pissed he gets losing at video games... but he still keeps beating him...

I can’t help but think that despite what people around them would suspect, Tatsu and Sonic like take one look at another and decide like ”yes, okay.”

Can you imagine how much Genos would suffer if those two tag-teamed around him...

[unfortunatelycake]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Five Times Sonic Tried to Flirt (and One Time King Did)

Rating: T (for sonic’s Thirst)

Pairing: Soniking

Summary: Sonic meets the Hottest Guy Ever. He recognises him, of course he does. And he knows exactly how to get him to notice...or so he thinks.

Notes: For @creatresstd who left the following prompt on this post:

“Sonic has decided that King is the hottest thing on two legs and starts trying to flirt… but in a deadly ninja way. Things like showing off his stealth skills only to misunderstand King not noticing him as King being unimpressed. Then when Sonic goes to sulk King literally bumps into him and tries to cheer up the sad ninja.”

Read on AO3

[liarboo]

mom dad please meet my boyfriend who’s totally from another ninja village

cue wacky sitcom music

[sandboxpyramid]

paralyzing trepidation i’m beaten by anxiety lift the weight of the world that is hangin’ on me

[hecklingclown]

....please....OPM fandom....I beg of you...

please...someone to discuss and headcanon SoniKing with me..... I'm in rarepair hell....please someone come to my aid....slide into my DMs......

[liarboo]

Had another request for height difference shenans, so why not more boyfriend shirt wearing.

Even if the shirt is moe and horrible.

[batneko]

balance

a Sonic/King fic, for @zgirlly ! Thank you!

"It's all about balance, you see," Sonic said. King's eyes followed the movement of his leg as he arched it behind his back.

"...uh-huh."

"You have to be aware of your body and everything that's attached to it."

"I see." He saw a lot right now. And this was coming from a man who often saw a lot of Sonic. But with his body twisted around, and wearing that skintight body stocking, King saw muscles moving in ways he hadn't know they could.

“Watch this.” Sonic took a couple steps, shimmying all the while, spun and dipped and came back up. “See?”

King swallowed, and adjusted the pillow in his lap. “I see.”

It had started with a movie. Sonic liked action movies, at least as far as King could tell. He would settle down, curling up in King's lap and making his way through any snacks at hand, and watch in silence. But he was absorbing, taking mental notes, and as soon as the movie ended Sonic would start breaking down why he would have done it all better.

Why the villain's plan was flawed from the start. When and how they should have killed the hero. Contract negotiation. All in all, Sonic would make it clear that he was smarter, faster, and overall better than the fictional characters on the screen.

King didn't mind it. Setting Sonic off on an ego trip was incredibly easy to do anyway, and he seemed so happy when he was tearing into action movie villainy. King would tune most of it out, nodding along, and if Sonic asked him a question he could deflect it with a compliment. All in all it was a nice way to spend an afternoon with the guy who would be his boyfriend if he didn't shrink back at labels.

But today King had set off a storm without realizing. He found an old movie on the old movie channel, very old, older than Sonic (but not older than him which set off some anxieties), and full of all the issues that implied. One early scene had the bad guys meeting up in a strip club, with topless dancers in the background apparently just because you needed topless women to sell a movie in the 80's. There were a few lingering shots on one actress, and she even had a line. Sure enough, later in the movie the good guys convinced her to help them... and then she got murdered for her betrayal.

“That was pretty bad,” King admitted when it was over, before Sonic could start in. The preemptive agreement threw him off, and Sonic just nodded as King got up.

When he returned with more snacks, Sonic was gone. The bathroom was empty and the window was shut, but that didn't mean much. Sonic took pride in being able to come and go without being seen. So King took advantage of the pause to check up on some of his games. He was in the middle of arranging a raid for later that night, when he heard something go clomp.

He looked over his shoulder.

He looked back at the screen, typed, “sorry nvmd,” and logged out.

“Done?” Sonic asked, icily.

“Yes,” King said quickly. His eyes were dragged back down, to the unfamiliar objects on Sonic's feet.

Sonic, King had thought up until this point, did not like shoes. In his “work clothes” he wore nothing but the same stocking material as the rest of the suit over them. In day wear, he had some tight-fitting athletic shoes that allowed for full movement. They were nothing like what he was wearing now.

Heels. Platform strappy heels, with little spikes over the toes and and a needle-thin stiletto point. Sonic walked toward King, tap-tap-tapping on the floor, hips swaying with the movement.

“That dancer,” Sonic said, “in the movie.”

“Y- yes?”

“She had it all wrong.”

“Oh.”

“Anybody can dance-”

“I can't,” King said automatically.

Sonic huffed. “If you have a sense of rhythm you can dance! But what she was doing was just... posing. And jiggling.” King tried to ignore the pointed glare.

“Okay, so... what should she have been doing?”

“If you want your audience to pay attention, you have to wow them!” Sonic kicked up, sweeping his leg in an arc, then bending his body down parallel with the floor, looking up at King like a predatory cat.

“Wow,” King said, only realizing afterward what he'd said.

Sonic grinned. “Put on some music.”

“Uh... what kind?”

“Something good.”

King's entire music library was video game soundtracks, and remixes of video game soundtracks, but he found a boss theme he remembered as pretty energetic and turned on the speakers.

And now here he was, sitting in a combination of arousal, confusion, and sheer terror as Sonic danced to a song from an RPG right there in King's living room. The arousal was, well, pretty much to be expected. Sonic was gorgeous, especially in that painted-on suit he liked, and now he was moving and flexing his body in a way specifically designed to be alluring.

But the confusion and the fear came from seeing Sonic move slowly. It just wasn't natural. Yes he could be slinky, sultry, other S-words. Not slow. When Sonic moved slow it was because he was about to pounce.

“Most people can't do this,” Sonic said, executing what looked like a perfect pirouette to King.

“I bet,” King said. That was a good opening, so he said, “I'm worried you're going to break an ankle.”

One heel clomped hard on the floor. “This is me!” Sonic hissed. “Me!”

King flinched. “Sorry, it's just-”

“But that's my point!” He spread his arms and did another kick, showing off the artificially extended length. “I'm different! I've trained all my life to do this.”

“To... dance in stripper heels?”

“To be in control of my body at all times!” Sonic ran a hand through his hair, making his bangs fall in his eyes, so that when he dipped again he was looking up at King through the silky black strands.

“You... you do it well.”

Sonic smirked.

The song was building to a climax, and so did Sonic. He sped up, added more torque to his hips, leaped and twirled across the room, even did a flip. When the music stopped he'd somehow managed to time it perfectly that he landed in a split.

“Well?” Sonic said, raising his chin.

King did the only thing he could do. He applauded.