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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
So what if, after Sm3, Stone is going through all of Robotnik's old projects. He finds all these robot designs, world domination plans, every little thing that popped into Robotnik's head but he never got around to creating/finishing
Then, Stone falls across Robotnik's plans on continuing the Robotnik name. He finds out that Robotnik did in fact freeze some of his own DNA to have children in the future, if he ever wanted to. Gotta keep all your options open after all
Seeing this, Stone decides he also doesn’t want the Robotnik name to disappear.
Cue Stone using Robotnik's DNA and gets himself pregnant
This way, he would always have a permanent piece of Robotnik with him and the Robotnik name could live on through the child/children
Fandom: Sonic (MOVIE)
Pairings: Dr. Robotnik | Dr. Eggman/Agent Stone; Stobotnik (Post-SM3)
Warnings: Mild childhood trauma, mentions of unstable mental health (hallucinations), mentions of scars and assassinations
Summary: It had been a whole year since he had lost the doctor, and that void within his heart has yet to be filled. But now it was almost Christmas night, so he decided to take and accept the invitation given by his relatives to come and stay for the next four or five days.
The holiday lights lined the streets like rows of flower bushes in a glorious garden. Their flashing glow an instant eye-capturer to anyone who looked in their direction. Children roamed the sidewalks with their parents, holding onto their parents’ hands with a bright smile on their faces, small fingers pointing here and there in fascination. Small candy stores were open to sell small, well-packaged and low-priced (reasonably) candy canes of all colors, crossing each other like that of a barber’s pole.
The house he was currently standing in front of looked like what a gingerbread house would look like if it were real. The exterior walls were a lighter brown compared to the roof, looking almost charred in compare with snow piled on top. The gutters and fascia were somewhere similar to a cream color, but much lighter. Combined that with the lights hung up there, the roof looked like a gingerbread house roof decorated in gumdrops and a fuckton of icing.
A white door greeted him as he made his way up the small cream-colored steps, stained glass made a half circle window at the top of the door and the knob was something like silver or gold with intricate flowers modeled on it. In the center of the door hung a holly-berry decorated garland with a single gold bell that actually jingles.
Aban used to like houses that looked like this, but now he much prefers the limited but cozy space of his apartment and the employee only room in his café. They give him a homier feeling than any house could, no matter how lived in there.
He hesitated, a hand tugged at the yellow-red scarf around his neck. His other hand gripped his messenger bag’s strap a bit tighter before he actually relaxed and let himself calm down. He balled up his hand, turned the back towards the door and rasped his knuckle thrice gently against the surface,
For a moment, no one answered. Aban tried again, but no one came. Then he tried the doorbell. The noise that came out made his ear ring with irritation. She really needs to get a different sounding doorbell. The sound of footsteps rushing towards the front accompanied by the slightly cheerful ‘Coming!’ wiped away some of his impatience.
“Aban! It’s so good to see your face again.” His cousin he didn’t know he had back when he was little greeted him with a grin. Her chestnut hair draped down her back with one side laying over her chest, a small hairclip shaped of a star was on the left side of her bangs.
“It’s good to see you too, Mary.” Aban smiled and surged forward to embrace her, careful to not crush her under his own strength. She eagerly returned the hug before inviting him into the house.
Her house was already perfectly set up for the upcoming holiday. Lights lined the ceiling and a garland adored each door in the house. On the kitchen island was a small, glass ceramic Christmas tree, with lights loosely draped around its frame and a mug right beside it filled with mini candy canes. The tree in the living room was much fancier and brighter than the ones he would see out in stores and malls. Crystal snowflakes, see-through and silvery ornaments of mainly red, yellow and green hung on its branches. Blinking white and red lights made the tree looked more attracting and appealing to the eye. And lastly, a golden star at the top of the tree.
The house emitted this warm, cozy he had liked back when he was deep underwater, where mostly everywhere was dark and there were only a few times of sunlight. Aban took his boots off and placed them at the shoe case, inviting himself to sit on her couch like he also lived there.
“How are the kids?” He asked casually, pulling out his phone and scrolling over the emails and messages he had received regarding his coffee shop.
“Oh, they’ve been doing well.” Mary replied as she made a drink, no doubt some kind of alcohol and hot chocolate. “They won’t be coming down to greet you, though. You know how kids are when it comes to talking to relatives.” Stone didn’t know a lot, but he boiled down to social anxiety and social awkwardness.
For some of the time he was there, he and Mary chatted about any problems within their own lives and things of the past. Aban recalled the day he was taken in by some relatives, he couldn’t remember their faces, but he knew he had fought back against them. He screamed, he cried, he attempted to run and escape, but they were persistent and insistent. For five years living with them as a child who knew nothing more than wild survival, he was always wary of people around him. Even his relatives he couldn’t trust, though he couldn’t deny the warm bed he got to sleep in every night.
When he started school, Mary said with a saddened smile, Aban couldn’t even make a single friend due to how distant and, she supposed, hostile he was to everyone. The teachers were even concerned about his relationships with them alone. Mary remembered being some of the only relatives he could talk to because of their age.
“I always felt so bad for you then.” Mary said as she got up to go to the kitchen, grabbing wine from inside the cabinets along with a wine glass. Aban didn’t drink much so Mary didn’t think of getting him a glass. Aban didn’t even noticed that she had already finished her previous alcoholic drink, whatever it was. “Like watching an injured kitten fend for itself, y’know?”
“I understand.” Stone sighed and drunk what was left of his cold cocoa. “But how could you blame me, really? I was abandoned and scared. I fend for myself most of the time.” He could blame himself, but guilt tripping his relatives were easier since they had a better living condition than he did back then. Mary hummed in understanding.
Before she had time to return to the couch and divert the conversation elsewhere, two very definite and harsh knocks pulled Aban out of his wandering thoughts. Mary looked towards the door in confusion, wondering who could be at her house at this time when the only person she had expected was Aban.
Placing down his cup and making a little noise in the back of his throat when he pushed himself off the couch, Aban walked towards the door and turned around to face Mary, waving his hand in front of him with a smile. It was his way of either saying sorry when the doctor did something particularly unexpected to another one of his colleagues or ‘Don’t worry, I got it’.
Mary nodded and shrugged, returning to the couch with her wine and switching on the TV so she could put on a Christmas movie or a horror movie. Aban stood there, in front of the door for just a moment longer, head still turned towards her and the messenger bag he didn’t remember taking off that was placed on the opposite end of the couch. Maybe his future could’ve looked like this had he not joined the military and met the doctor.
Sighing and shaking his head, Aban turned back towards his current objective.
“Hello?” Aban asked as he turned and pushed the door open, his face turned down at his feet instead of whoever was in front of him. He preferred to not look at unknown people to him directly in the face.
When he did turn his face up to the person for politeness, the first thing that met his eyes was a rather plump body hidden under layers of sweaters and coats, all mostly black in color. When his eyes traveled up further, the end of a purple and black scarf was seen. Aban wondered who this might be.
“Do we know you?” Aban asked, still not letting his eyes view the man’s face fully, but keeping his face perfectly neutral to give off the impression of him actually looking at him and not the scarf around his neck.
“No, not ‘we’, but you might.” The voice that answered his question was quite familiar, but Aban was unsure of where he had heard it. “But I guess you wouldn’t know if you don’t even look straight at me, you idiot.” A ‘tsk’, then a quiet sigh. No more answers came from him.
That hit him hard. The insult, the tone, the overall casualness of this stranger. The audacity and gut this man had to outright say that to him, a person he assumes he knows but maybe not. His blood boiled, his fist balled themselves up and the muscles in his arms tensed almost automatically.
“Look, I think you got the wrong person.” Aban let himself finish that sentence with a harsh tone before raising his view to the man’s face. He really needed to see who this man was.
He-
…
….
Pale skin with freckled sprinkled rather generously on top. A clean shaven head, though there was a little fuzz forming already. An orange mustache, well, more like ginger, was present on his face, more or less messy.
Aban’s heart just stopped. Not in the physical sense, but in the mental sense. His body felt heavy, his stomach was filled with lead again like his first time in the military. His brain scrambled for answer, only for them to slip away so quickly and so unexpectedly.
Before the man could mutter another word, Aban raised his hand in the air against his will and gave him a firm slap across the face. Not hard enough to bruise, but enough to leave a light pink imprint. Mary from inside shouted out to him to either brush the man away or get him inside the house so he could close the door. He guessed she didn’t hear the slap. The man in question had his face turned to one side from the slap, a shock and absolute livid expression on his face, his hand slowly raising up to touch at the tender wound.
“What the fuck-” The man started, recovering rather quick from the initial shock and surged forward with the intention of beating some sense into Aban.
However, before that could happen, Aban pulled the man in and hugged him. Tight.
Warm tears flowed down his cheeks, his muscles were still tense but in a different sense. Aban took a step forward, the man took a step back down the small stairs. They kept doing that before both were far away but still close enough for Aban to use his foot to kick the door closed.
“I had to make sure.” Aban whispered into the man- no, not the man, the doctor’s scarf, sniffling sobs and more tears from his eyes. “I had to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.”
Robotnik hummed and allowed Aban to hug him a little longer. After all, the ex-agent was just exhilarated to see him again.
Until his words sank in.
Putting his scarred hands onto Aban’s shoulders and pushing Aban away, Robotnik shook him a few times to pull him out of his crying happiness. When the ex-agent recovered and wiped his already dried tears away, Robotnik started to try and delicately asked him what he had heard.
“To my understanding, you have been hallucinating ever since I was gone?” He asked. “So that means you had to take pills to get rid of the hallucinations.” It wasn’t a question anymore. He was absolutely sure of it.
Aban sniffled, nodded and gave the doctor a weak smile. “I guess my brain couldn’t handle you being away from me for so long.”
Robotnik huffed and turned his face away. Of course Aban wouldn’t be able to handle himself well when he gets attached. That’s why it was important for all agents to stay as unattached and emotionless as they could so as to be endlessly efficient in their field. Aban – or Stone – however, used connections and attachments to benefit his work, and Robotnik was one of this many attachments and connections. But he was the one that Aban couldn’t let go.
So, like a deep set knife, Robotnik being ripped out of his life was like pulling said knife violently out of his chest. Even if the wound does heal and recover with time, no doubt the phantom pain will linger. This would become the hallucinations for him.
Robotnik felt guilty again for the first time in a long time. He has hurt countless of people before, killed many with the help of his machines and other agents alike. Among those agents was Aban. But he couldn’t just brush off this one, this single person he had hurt for the longest time possible. Not after he had poured his heart out for him, anyway.
Sighing heavily, Robotnik turned his face back towards Aban and pulled him back into the hug, this time with him reciprocating. A hand on the back of his head near his nape, the place where trained snipers would aim for, and another one on his back, rubbing soothing circles into the backstab wounds that had healed there. He wanted Aban to be the one feeling safe now.
After a while of standing in the snow together, simply soaking in each other’s presence and the fact that both were well and healthy enough to continue life as normal citizens, Robotnik told Aban to go back inside and retrieve his stuff.
“Where are you planning to take us, Doctor?” Aban asked as he approached the door again.
“Somewhere. A more comfortable getaway if you will.” Robotnik raised his gloved hands to his mouth and blew some air on them, trying to make the numbing disappear. He should raid G.U.N. soon, to get all of his things back. All the ones with his logo, name and initials printed and branded on them, including his gloves and his custom made gun for Aban.
“Like where?” Aban asked another time, now standing in front of the door with his hand on the knob.
“A cabin a rented after finding you here.” Not many people associate cabins out in the woods a comfortable getaway, but to Robotnik it was.
Far away from other people and society, into nature and the natural orders of living beings. His isolated time spent in the Crab with Aban made him realized how much he yearned for nature sometimes. He used to like flowers when he was a kid, but then he dropped it after being called a sissy countless times for simply caring for them. He liked animals, he had wanted a dog, but then his mild allergy got in the way and soon that became a pipe dream for him.
The ex-agent nodded and smiled brightly, tears prickling once again in the corners of his eyes before he entered the house and announced his unexpected leave.
Eyyyyy, uh... I think I went off topic with this one. Not exactly a winter getaway with it, but I wanted something sweet with more communication between them I guess
Relationship: Dr. Eggman | Dr. Ivo Robotnik/Agent Stone
Add tags: Lingerie, Snowed In, Lovemaking, On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me...., himself!, dependency, domesticity
A/N: I got Ao3 writer cursed lmao. Enjoy!
Summary:
"Takes me right out of the Christmas spirit." Ivo grumbles, thumbs digging into the scars and stretchmarks lining the edge of Stone's pelvis. Stone bites his lips, moue upturned, as he digs his fingers into Ivo's collared lining.
"Well," He said, whispering. Breath and lips brushing, from how closely their faces align, and it takes an astronomical amount of strength not to close the distance and kiss him. "Take it off."
Ivo and Stone spends their first Christmas eve together as a couple.
Read it here!! Catch it on the modded collection @stobnaughtylist .Merry Christmas, everyone! 🎅🏼🎁💕
