#voido

Void, Illumina's Doubt

From: Sonic the Hedgehog - Sonic Shuffle & Archie comics

Title: PurpurBonbon

Author: Voido ( @bluetenspleisser)

Artist: @daifha

Rating: Teen

Warnings: minor graphic violence/injuries, near-death experiences

Summary: 

Owning the flashiest apartment in the worst slum district of the city, local celebrity Lance McClain is all but asking to be assaulted, robbed and murdered. The only thing that tops it all off are his cheerful, naive trust in strangers, and his inability to take a hint. From the moment Keith receives his newest mission, he’s certain that McClain has only three objectives in life: Drinking overpriced coffee, dominating social media, and making his murderer’s life absolute hell. Killing him shouldn’t be a big deal—he’s loud, obnoxious, and annoying.

He’s also the only person who’s ever been so adamant to be Keith’s friend.

Link to Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18779113/chapters/44552305

Title: Purpurbonbon

Author: Voido

Artist: daifha

Post Date: May 10th

Sneak Peek!

His voice was awkwardly quiet, his mind seemingly focused on something else, and it caused Keith to look over while they kept walking. McClain was balancing something on one finger, using a second one to make sure it stayed steadily in the air, defying gravity. It looked like some sort of candy, covered in a ridiculously-colored wrapper; pink with doodled hearts on it. All things considered, he’d probably gotten it from a concerned old lady after giving her one of his pleasant smiles, the kind that Keith was sure weakened every heart, and certainly not only his own.

He forced a groan back down his throat before it could leave his lips, looked away and squinted, mad at himself for letting it in, for allowing these thoughts he knew had no place in his mind.

“You’re not, though.”

He turned his head back and tilted it a little, not sure if he’d missed part of the conversation. McClain still sported the smile, came to a halt and held the candy up between them with both hands, like an offering.

“A downside, I mean. You’re not one of them. Thanks for this, man.”

And that was where it hit Keith like a brick, mercilessly, like a fist swinging in his face, and—Oh—Oh God, no, this couldn’t—this wasn’t happening—

He was screwed.

Keith reached out without planning to. Accepted the bonbon without ever looking at it, eyes hooked onto those shining bright under the streetlights, filling him with a foreign sense of hope and need, with the longing for something he couldn’t quite define. It was all new—strange, foreign, scary in a way, but he wanted it anyway.

He wasn’t supposed to want anything.

“Yeah,” he heard his own voice say, way softer than intended. “You’re welcome.”

He was so, so screwed.

“So, uh…”

Keith blinked, realized that he’d been staring, and hummed shortly as confirmation that he was listening.

“I guess I went on a little spree there. Sorry. Uh, dinner still?”

It was an opportunity where he didn’t deserve one, another chance to blow this whole thing off, decline, go home, smash his fist and face into the wall until he’d come to his senses, and distance himself enough to clear his head. This was still, first and foremost, a goddamn murder-assignment, and not some sort of vacation. 

But Keith was dumb, and out of his mind, and stuck between his professionalism and a strange sensation of desire, and he could’ve sworn that it robbed him of all sense of control, because when he opened his mouth to get out of this situation, call it a day and promise himself never to let it come this far again, all he managed to say was: “Sure.”

And that was that.

The great Voido didn't have any notes aside from him being a trickster so I tried to keep everything reeled in as to not assume too much