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niennandil-me-writes · 2 years ago

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a promise kept

CN: war

"I can't hold on, won′t let go, going down the same old road Have it all, take my soul, praying that I′ll make it home And even if I pretend it'll be alright I know I′ll see you again in my other life."

Hollywood Undead – Coming Home

He could smell the heat before he felt it. Burning wood and coal, smoke tingling in his nose. Underneath were the scents of quenching oil, beeswax, and barely noticeable the smell of sulphur, hinting that they should clean their chimney sometime soon.

The forge heated the entire rest of the house, keeping it comfortably warm even in midwinter. The noise was audible through the house as well, but a lot louder here, just like the heat only hit you full force when you opened the door. Teo found Dexter standing at the anvil, hammering away at a glowing red piece of metal that was slowly taking shape.

Teo set down the tray on a part of the big work table that wasn’t laden with tools and scrap metal and notes, and then leaned against the wall, watching his husband work. Dexter was wearing a leather apron over a linen shirt that he had unbuttoned due to the constant heat. Even so, he was drenched in sweat and his face and hands covered in soot. He had tied his shoulder-length hair into a bun that might have been orderly hours ago but now wouldn’t have survived his own scrutiny, but he hadn’t noticed that yet, too deeply focused on his work.

When the metal had cooled down too much to shape it, he held the piece up for inspection for a moment, and Teo used the break in the hammering to announce himself with a cough. Dexter looked up. His face was tired as well as sweaty and sooty, but he smiled back at him. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Not that long. How’s the work coming along?”

Dexter looked back at what was slowly becoming the head of a double-bitted axe. “It’s going well. I got really frustrated with the shape yesterday. But I’m pretty happy with my progress today.”

“Time for a break, then,” Teo said. “I brought you a late-night snack.”

“Oh, but you are already here,” Dexter grinned and Teo groaned, but then couldn’t stop himself from laughing anymore.

“But seriously, you know the rules,” Dexter said. “No food in the forge.”

“I’m sure we can make an exception. You’ve been working for hours. Did you drink enough water?”

“That’s my line”, Dexter said. He untied his hair and ran his hand through it. “You come home from training and I remind you that you probably haven’t thought of staying hydrated.”

“I brought tea,”, Teo said, pointing at the tray. Additionally to the kettle with tea and two mugs, there was a plate filled with hard cheese, pepperoni, pickled onions and bread.

Dexter sighed. “Tea would be nice.” He walked over to a basin filled with water and washed his hands and face, while Teo pulled over another chair, sat down and poured tea for both of them, adding a spoon of honey to Dexter’s cup.

“Thank you, dear.” Dexter stirred the tea and helped himself to some of the food. “You know,” he said. “I can still change the shape a bit. Add a spike instead of the second blade.”

“I like the axe head like that,” Teo said, smirking. This had been the topic of a heated discussion when Dexter had started work on the weapon.

“I do too, actually,” Dexter said. “The shape really came out well. It just needs some minor adjustments.” He took a sip from his cup. “I’m still not sure what kind of wood to use for the haft. I’m used to working with ash, but I’ve herad good things about hickory. I might just try both and see which I like better…”

Teo listened as Dexter further explained his process and what next steps he had planned. A lot of it, Dexter had already talked about a few days ago, some of it Teo didn’t really understand. He had some practice in smithing, most of it taught to him by Dexter, but nothing close to the level his husband was on. Still, he liked listening to Dexter’s elaborations on his craft. He sipped on the tea and leaned forward against the table.

“Well, I can’t wait to wield that weapon,” he said when Dexter paused his talk for a moment to take a bite of cheese. Then he spotted one piece of paper laying atop the other notes, showing a sketch like some of the other pages. This one was a lot more detailed and with multiple vertical and horizontal lines running through it like the pattern on a dragonchess board. “What’s this?” he asked.

Dexter followed his gaze. “Oh, that’s just – I was thinking about engravings on the axe blades,” he explained. “I was just doodling while I took a break and then I came to like it. I haven’t decided yet if I actually want to do that.”

“I think you should,” Teo said, looking at the sketches of trees and flowers, birds perched on branches and vines climbing the stumps. “This is beautiful.”

Dexter furrowed his brow. “Sometimes I wonder if that is the right approach.” He avoided Teo’s gaze as he took another sip of tea. “The weapons I make are intended for violence… and now for war. It almost doesn’t seem right to have it be… pretty.”

“I think that makes it more important to have those engravings on it.” Teo reached for Dexter’s hand, a lot softer than his own thanks to the diligent application of the creams he used to ward of the notorious blacksmith hands. “I’m not going to war because I want to kill people – even though I will have to do that. But I’m doing it to protect you. To prevent this war from ever reaching you. To protect the people I love.”

Dexter looked up at him, smiling, but there was a pain, a sadness in his warm brown eyes. “I know,” he sighed and squeezed Teo’s hand. Teo brought Dexter’s hand up to his face and kissed it.

He remembered back when he had joined the military, more out of a lack of alternatives than anything else. Back then, he didn’t think there was anything to him but physical strength, and since he didn’t want to spend his life with farm work like his parents, he had turned to fighting. He had thought that was the only thing he was good at. That was before he had met Dexter.

“I’ll be glad if there’s something beautiful on this axe,” Teo said. “Something that doesn’t have anything to do with war or violence. Something that reminds me of you.” He grinned. “And when I’m back and get that huge load of money they’ll owe me for my service, we’ll get a big house with an even bigger garden and a chimney that doesn’t get clogged all the time, and the engravings will let me think of that while I’m away.”

Dexter sighed again. “You make it all sound so easy.” For a moment he seemed lost in thought. “But you did just give me an idea.” With his other hand, he took up a pencil and added something to the design that Teo couldn’t make out among all the other sketch lines. “I will be working on the engravings the next few days, then,” he said. “I’ll do it before heat treating the steel, otherwise it will take forever.”

“So that means you will complain about your eyes hurting a lot soon?” Teo asked.

“I don’t do that.”

“You do. Every time you engrave something.”

“Well, it is very delicate work, and the light conditions here don’t make it easier,” Dexter said defensively. “Maybe you could be a darling and get Mrs Lowland from next door to cast Light on a rock and bring that over.”

“I’ll do that,” Teo smiled.

Dexter reached for some more food. “You know, I really want to get this axe finished as fast as possible. Because I want to have as much time as possible left before you leave. But on the other hand…” He was very intentionally avoiding Teo’s gaze now. “I know it’s stupid and doesn’t make sense, but I feel like the closer I get to finishing it, the faster that day will approach. Like I'm dreading that the moment you’ll take up that axe, I’ll lose you.” Dexter let out a shallow laugh to ward of the tension. “Fey apparently had a similar idea,” he said. “She actually asked me to not work on the axe anymore, so you won’t have to go.”

“You think she’ll try to steal it?” Teo joked.

“Oh, I’m sure of it. That’s why I’ll lock the forge tonight.”

They both laughed, but there was a strain now, a tension in the room that had no place here.

Then Dexter said: “She worries about you.”

“I know.”

“I do, too.”

Teo sighed. “I know.” He laid his other hand to his husband’s as well. “Dexter, I promise I’ll – “

He cut himself off. They had both heard the sound. They looked to the open door, and both caught a glimpse of a small figure disappearing behind a shelf just then. They looked at each other knowingly, Teo with a smirk, Dexter with an exasperated expression.

“We know you’re here, Fey”, Teo called over.

Found out, the Halfling girl stepped out from behind the shelf. She was wearing her light green nightgown and messy pigtails. “Have you asked him yet, Dad?” Her voice was small.

Confused, Teo looked at Dexter, who seemed a bit uncomfortable. Fey had her eyes directed at the floor now, face red.

“She asked me to tell you not to go,” Dexter said.

Fey was shuffling her bare feet on the floor now. Teo waved her over. “Come here.”

She looked up, a bit surprised that the rule forbidding her from entering the forge would be lifted just like that, but she didn’t say anything, maybe worried that mentioning it would reinstate the taboo. She walked over to her parents. Teo lifted her up and sat her on his lap.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

She shook her head without looking either of her fathers in the eyes. “I don’t want you to leave,” she said.

Teo tried to force a smile. “It’s still two weeks ‘til that,” he said. “That’s a long time, you know?”

“How long will you be away?”

Teo winced. She had already asked him that when he had first explained that he was leaving soon. It wasn’t the first time that he was away from his family because of his job in the military, even though this would be different, of course. Maybe she had sensed that, had heard the urgency in her Pops’ voice and seen it in her Dad’s face. He still only had the same unsatisfactory answer. “We don’t know that yet. But I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

Fey nodded unconvinced. She had started playing with a loose thread on her nightgown.

“I’m gonna write you letters as often as I can,” Teo ensured. “And I hope I get some back from you. I want to know about the progress you make in school.”

Fey nodded again but also rolled her eyes. “Who am I gonna play dragonchess against while you’re away?”

“You can play with your Dad,” Teo suggested. “Or bring some kids from school over to play.”

“Dad is horrible at dragonchess, Pops,” Fey said.

“I am not,” Dexter said, indignant.

“Are, too.” Fey reached for a piece of bread and some cheese from the plate, and neither of her parents objected despite her having already brushed her teeth. “Beating you isn’t even a challenge. And neither are the kids at school. Most of them don’t even know the rules.” She sounded appalled at this.

“Hm, I see the problem,” Teo said. “But I have an idea: Remember when you asked me about the letters and numbers on the edges of the chess boards?”

“Yeah. You said those were so you can keep track of the turns. So you can write them down, like a list.”

“Exactly. So every time I send you a letter, I’ll write a dragonchess piece and the place I move it to: layer, letter and number. And then on our board you can move that piece, and then make your move with your own pieces and send it to me in the next letter in the same way. It will be like playing against me, you’ll just have to move the pieces for me. Does that sound like a good idea?”

“Yeah.” Fey grinned. “It will take forever, though.”

“Tell you what: If you beat me before I return, I’m gonna get you a present.”

“A present?” Fey seemed very interested all of a sudden. “What kind of present?”

“It’s gonna be a surprise,” Teo said. “And first you have to win.”

Fey grinned, but then that grin faded, and she took up the thread from her nightgown again. Her voice was very quiet when she finally said: “They told us about the war in school today.”

“Oh.” Teo and Dexter exchanged a glance.

“Well, what did you talk about?” Dexter asked.

“Basically what you already told me. And they said we shouldn’t worry. But they said it in the way grown-ups say it when they are very worried. Like when Pops burned those pancakes and then the fire watch had to come.”

Dexter couldn’t prevent himself from chuckling at that. Fey grinned as well, despite herself. Teo sighed. “Well, you also remember what I did after that happened, right?”

“You screamed a bunch at the burning pancakes,” she said.

“And after that?”

“You carried me outside.”

“I kept you safe, didn’t I?”

Fey nodded.

“And that’s what I’m doing now as well,” Teo explained.

“I know.” Fey hesitated before she said even more quietly: “I’m scared. I’m scared for you.”

Teo put a hand to her chin and gently tilted it up, so she was looking at him. “I promise I’ll come back,” he said, ignoring the very concerned look Dexter gave him.

Fey looked at him. Something in her expression relaxed and she leaned closer for a hug. Teo hugged back, embracing her in his arms. He wondered how much bigger she would be when he came back. How much of her growth he would miss, moments none of them would never get back. He wished just as much as Fey and Dexter that he could stay with them, but he knew he couldn’t. Hugging Fey close, feeling her small body in his arms, he knew that he needed to protect her and keep the war as far away from her as possible.

“Do you want to see your Dad’s work before you go to bed?” Teo asked.

Fey’s eyes were gleaming now. She was never allowed near the forge or the weapons. She looked at Dexter, who sighed in an exaggerated way. “It’s not much so far.” He got up and picked the axe head up from the anvil so Fey could better see it.

“Your Dad wanted it to have only one blade, but it has a really nice shape like this, doesn’t it?” Teo said.

“Don’t you drag her into this argument!” Dexter said.

“It’s pretty,” Fey said. “Looks like a butterfly.”

Dexter looked back at the axe head with furrowed brow. “You have a very interesting idea of butterflies, sweetie.”

Teo chuckled. “I think it fits. It’s a beautiful weapon.”

“It’s not even finished.”

“Yes, but you are the one making it, so that is a given.”

“There’s a fine line between being smooth and being sappy, and you, dear, are constantly trampling all over it.” Then Dexter turned to Fey: “And you, young lady, should really go back to bed now.”

Fey pouted. “Can we play another game of dragonchess first?” she asked Teo. “I came up with a really good strategy.”

“Your Dad is right,” Teo said. “It’s way past your bedtime, and you have school tomorrow.”

“I bet I can beat you in five minutes!”

“Well, we’ll see about that tomorrow,” Teo smirked and lifted her off his lap to the floor. Fey pouted but then accepted her lot.

“Good night, Pops, good night, Dad,” she said and then ran out of the forge, leaving the door wide open behind her. As her quiet footsteps faded out completely, Dexter turned to Teo: “You know she’s going to ask me about that surprise present forever.”

“Well, that is the burden you will have to bear,” Teo smirked.

“Do you have anything planned yet?”

“Like I said, first she’ll have to win.”

“I was under the assumption that you would let her.”

“I only ever let her win if she has a good strategy,” Teo said. “You are the one who always loses on purpose.”

“Which is why she apparently thinks that I am horrible at this game,” Dexter sighed. “Better than her being offended, I assume.”

“Maybe you could help me with her surprise present?” Teo suggested.

“Teo, I will not make a weapon for our daughter!” Dexter seemed outraged despite knowing that Teo was joking. “She is nine!”

“I was ten when I first used an axe.”

“To split wood! That is very different.”

“Besides, she might be a lot older when I return.”

A heavy silence fell over the room. Dexter took Teo’s hand again.

“I’ve been thinking about that a lot,” Teo said. “How much of her childhood I will miss. The most important years of her life, and I won’t be here for it...”

Dexter ran his thumb over Teo’s knuckles. “We’ll write you. I’ll tell her to write about anything that’s happening. I’ll write about every millimeter that she grows and all her grades, even if she’ll hate me for that. I won’t let you miss that.”

Teo smiled weakly. “I hope I’ll have lots of opportunities to send those letters. You can never know.”

Dexter sighed and then couldn’t stifle a yawn. “How late is it, anyway?” He rolled his shoulders back.

“Little past midnight, I would say.”

Dexter looked shocked. “I didn’t know I’d been working for so long.”

“That’s why I brought the snacks.”

“And Fey being awake for this long… I know it’s an exceptional situation, but I just hope we’ll even get her out of bed tomorrow. I can’t believe I have been working for more than six hours without a break.” He stretched his arms. “No wonder my back hurts like hell.”

“Hey, relax, I’ll take care of Fey tomorrow. You can sleep in. Do you want a massage?” Teo was already standing up, walked behind his chair and laid his hands to his shoulders.

“You are amazing, honey.” Dexter leaned back, closing his eyes and relaxing as Teo started kneading his shoulders. “I must look like hell, too,” he mused after a while.

Teo leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. “You look hot.”

Dexter smirked. “Do you mean that in the way where I should open a window, or in the way where you want to open my pants?”

Teo chuckled. “Why don’t we take this somewhere more comfortable?” he murmured against Dexter’s ear.

“Fine, but you still owe me the rest of that massage,” Dexter said and pulled Teo in for a kiss. Dexter tasted like soot and warmth, like sweat and honey-sweet chamomile tea and a day spent at the forge. He tasted like home.

#my writing #oc writing #teo dagger #pre-death teo #dexter dagger #fey dagger #teo/dexter #fluff #is it still fluff even if it’s depressing in retrospect?#this is so sappy and corny #i watched a lot of videos on blacksmithing for this don’t kill me if it isn’t accurate #there’s even a reference to the youtube channel That Works #i have established so many very important things about pre-death teo here #soft himbo dad

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 2 years ago

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(short story time)

The great monster was blinded... That was what many of the apprentices of starclan were told... Few left starclan land but there were 3 of them who left and made there way to the swamp...the youngest felt... Fear this was the land of the monster there name was dove wing they were far smaller then the others as each of there step grew closer to a red tree...plumsdream spoke

Plumsdream : "when the others hear about us were going be respected" she spoke with a sense of proudness in her voice seem to show no fear..

She was shushed by the leader of the group the oldist out of them curlbriar

Curlbriar : "all we have to do alright is get to the top of the tree and we can leave unless you want to stay here plumsdream"

They both seemed to eye each other for a few minutes before they started there climb the branchs shakeing with each soft step... There were bones and as the grew higher up there were light so many... It was like bright yellow stars... As they slowly got to a hole in the tree there were multable cats.. And seem to be kits sleeping there but dove wing didn't take a step forward his fear worldnt let him as the other two walked in the darkness of the room blind dove wing form see them..he couldn't... So he stayed there and then there was the sounds of of scream and yelling plumsdream ran out nearly push dove wing off the branch and on she rushed her way down and fallowed by dove wing looked back to see Curlbriar taking behide him his face scared and had deep scars seem to mess with his eyes.. Done wing watched as a branch fell under Curlbriar and he held on to the next one as he was crying for dove wing to help but he couldnt the monster was right behide him...dove wing ran...and ran.. He had too and soon dove wing was hideing in a hollowed tree...Curlbriar was still hanging on as the monster and his cultist watched him try and climb and the monster slowly grew closer and started to slowly crawl at Curlbriar paws... The pain... And slowly he let go and he fell into the hot mud... Curlbriar tryed to scream only to go deeper into the mud it filling his lungs and all Curlbriar saw were eyes watch him form atop the trees...

plumsdream...was still run in the swamp she had to get out but then... She felt the mud she steped on give way and landed ina pit of bones... She screamed with tears in her face... She had too get out she held the shiny rock in her paw still why didn't she just leave it there... She droped the rock sloely try to climb out after a few trys... Something grabed her paw it pulled her up she cried with job dove wing was here to save her.. It wasn't she ment the cultist she was claws and pushed into the middle of over 20 hungry cats eyeing her form the dark and form atop the trees dove wing herad her screams.... As they slowly turned into the sounds of meat being eaten dove wing watched as the cultist then slowly left the mangled half eaten body there to rot...dove wing wanted to cry.. He wanted to go home.. And then dove wing opened his eyes looking up form were he entered the hollow tree only to see the monster looking at him he paniced and screamed he didn't want to die... The monster coldly eyed him with his eyeless face even with no eyes dove wing felt the coldness of dark eyes looking at him dove wing couldn't get out he felt so hungry..he hadn't ate as his friends said it only be a hour... The monster droped meat down and wing dove slowly ate... The meat.. It felt wrong... The monster then left... Dove wing slowly made his way to the exit of the swamp... The meat still feeling sicking... Wind dove slowly fell to the fall he crawled as fresh trees entered his eyes... And the monster slowly grew closer...wind dove... Closed his eyes...and slowly the monster draged dove wing back... To his new home the tree...dove wing... Didn't live like most liveing...in a hollow tree it made he remeber the good times... He looked up the stars... And smiled...he was finaly brave... And with his true family...

(sad starclan story go brr)

holy shit

#wc #wc short story #plumsdream #dove wing #curlbrair #warriors

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bitegore · 3 years ago

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21. could you ever quit writing? do you ever wish you could? why or why not?

22. how organized are you with your writing? describe to me your organization method, if it exists. what tools do you use? notebooks? binders? apps?

23. describe the physical environment in which you write. be as detailed as possible. tell me what’s around you as you work. paint me a picture.

21. could you ever quit writing? do you ever wish you could? why or why not?

No. Also no. I don't know, this is like asking me if I could ever stop thinking in language; I've been writing fiction since I was like five and probably thinking about writing since well before that. I can't even give you an answer outside "I literally do not know what my life would look like if I didn't write". Maybe I could stop writing it down, but for me that's the last step in the writing process, so like. No. this is like being asked if I want to stop thinking about things.

22. how organized are you with your writing? describe to me your organization method, if it exists. what tools do you use? notebooks? binders? apps?

I am not. I use Scrivener and sometimes Google Docs, and any other word processing stuff available (i've used Notepad a few times, and sometimes I write on things like "ao3's built-in text editor" and "dreamdwidth's built-in text editor" and "tumblr's built-in text editor". I like Scrivener best because I don't lose things in it.

My organization method is largely "make a folder, keep shit in it." My scrivener document is theoretically earmareked for a particular fic, but in it I have so many other subfolders with random standalone fics in it so like, it is no longer for that. My google drive has three folders- original work, fanfiction, and Fields of Valhalla (a deviantart based game) stuff. and there is stuff outside of that folder and also awkward crossovers like "where does 'ocs in Leverage' or 'ocs in Stranger Things go'".

23. describe the physical environment in which you write. be as detailed as possible. tell me what’s around you as you work. paint me a picture.

so technically the answer here is "where I am", but where I am is in the back room in my house, which the previous owners decorated as a bar, so I'll describe that. I'm in a wooden chair. The room is wall-to-wall wooden paneling, dark, that matches the chair; there's a lantern right next to my herad providing the light, and next to me on the other side is a bar also in the same kind of dark brown wood. The floor is red carpet, but there are red and black tiles next to the bar, and there's a bottle of creme de banana liqueur sitting on the same table I'm both using as a footrest and keeping my ice cream and iced tea on. There's pancake mix on the floor for some reason. I should pick that up. It's a little chilly, so I've got a blanket playing both cushion given this is a wooden chair and also... blanket lmfao. But I can write anywhere I have something to put words onto paper.

Thanks for the questions! :D

40 question ask game

#red replies #vukovich #40 writer questions game

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diary-of-a-lost-prince · 3 years ago

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Oh i forgot to mentsion! Pure Vanilla is checking there books for a way to help as well. Golden cheese banged on there bedroom Window at 3am thete time....now she babysits raisn and Custrad while Pure Vanilla is seaching.

She us suprisingly good with kids...Dark chocolate herad me mumbling about thr cake tower and took it apon himself to go grab our red velvet to make a map of it for you to use. They are now in his study planing...Red brought chiffon for me to pett so i calm myself...

letd hope thr towes are build the same. Also Pastry cookie? i havent heard of So i asked Red wehb he came in..he blushed said ours was working ik thr funarel shrine of the tower.

does that check out with yours?

- Queen Sweet Cream with A sleeping chiffon ln her lap

Not at all. Pastry is a Nun of the St Pastry Order, bound into service of the Order by the secret of the truth. She can't leave.

#sharpened sword

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pinejayy · 5 years ago

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Where Evil Grows ( Dr. Robotnik x F!Assistant Reader )

Author's note: I wanted to write this for me okay because wow I'm thirsty for him okay? Okay :)

Description: What if you were Dr. Robotnik's assistant, the Doctor may seem like harsh man but what do you expect from a guy who wasn't loved as a child, but you know deep down he has a soft spot somewhere. He says he hates everyone in the world or does he?

Word count: +1.6k

SOME SONIC SPOILERS!

L/N = Last Name

Ever since you started working for Robotnik, life has been more interesting! You don't quite remember how you started working for the Doctor but it was been the most thrilling job you ever had. But you had to admit at first you really disliked the idea working for him, considering all the things you herad about him, and oh his attitude was something special. But as time passed by those feelings started to fade away, and you couldn't help it but fall for him. Yes I know it's wrong to fall for your boss who treats you like total crap but something about him just makes you get butterflies.

Currently Robotnik and you and some other people were heading to the small baseball place they have in this small town. Since last night the whole town power just went out. The government thinks something or someone did this, and they wanted to get to the bottom of this. You don't know why everyone was freaking out over the power being out honestly.

You sighed, you were with your Boss in his semi truck since he said that he wanted you by his side most of the time. As you guys were approaching your destination you looked at him, he was working on something. So gently tapped his shoulder.

"Sir, we are almost at our destination." You said softly.

He jumped slightly not expecting to hear you. He turned to look at you, putting whatever he was working on down. He stood up and he just had a smirk on his face. "Thanks for informing me Agent L/N." He said. He grabbed his sun glasses putting them on. "And Agent L/N make yourself more presentable, we are about to get off."

You quickly looked down, just nodding. You straighten out your clothes, made sure your makeup wasn't a mess and fixed up your hair. As the vehicle came to a stop, the doors opened and the Doctor just stepped out, you quickly followed behind and just walked besides him. He seemed to walking towards a guy that looked in charge, Robotnik took off his glasses and just handed them to you.

"Are you in charge here?" He asked the army guy, as he was about to answer he got interrupted with a loud a NOPE, WRONG AND ME. Man the Doctor wasn't letting the poor guy speak up.

You then held up a small tablet screen, showing something that he was proud of. You soon after put it away. As Robotnik was just going on and just basically letting everyone know he was in charge. Soon after he let his drones go on for a search.

After that both of you went back inside of the black semi truck, as his drones were searching around and when it got something he called you over. A screen was showing a foot print of an animal but what animal?

"Look at that Agent L/N, we've got something. Now we best be heading there."

You just nodded and mumbled a "Yes sir."

As the truck started to drive, you looked at him you couldn't help but just admire him, you honestly felt bad for him. He was really a smart guy, he had a gift actually. And you're not gonna lie he was handsome you shake your head. "No you can't be having those thoughts like for your boss." You thought to yourself.

As the truck came to a stop he stood up, you were about to stand up but he pointed a finger at you. "You stay there, I don't need getting hurt or in my way got it."

It was hard not to roll your eyes but you just nodded. And just stayed put, and soon after he was gone. You sighed heavily, he never said that he wanted you to stay because he didn't want you getting hurt. Your cheeks turned a bright red but sighed you really shouldn't be thinking to much about this.

As time was passing by you were getting bored, you thought he was going to be back quickly. But you herad loud noises it startled you a bit. Oh no what if Robotnik got hurt! You quickly got off but as soon as you got off a car just raced off. You quickly ran into the house seeing Robotnik on the floor you rushed to him and helping him up.

"Oh god, Sir! Are you okay? What happened?" You asked him, as you helped him up. You pointed behind you. "They got away."

He looked at you, giving you a face. "And why didn't you do anything to stop them."

"I just wanted to check if you were alright Sir." You spoke softly looking down. You just herad him scoff at you.

He grabbed your chin gently quite harshly and making you look at him and with his other hand he patted your cheek. "Look at you caring about me, but we have work to do. I found out what made the power go off." He said and letting go of you. "It's something but it seems to have amazing power and I must see what makes it tick." He grabbed his sun glasses from his coat, putting them on and they seemed crooked. He just took them off throwing them to the the side.

"Agent L/N make sure you call the ophthalmologist and tell them I need new glasses. They know what I like. And make sure you bring that quill." As he walked out.

You just nodded, and grabbed the quill and followed him. As you guys went back to his vehicle he just sat down on his chair. Assuming he was gonna start working.

You just looked at him. "Is your cheek okay? Do you want me to get the first aid kit?"

Robotnik just looked at you, and looked away. "No, thank you. Now we must look for this thing."

Time skip

As a day passed by and you guys finally tracked the two criminals. Both of you were in the semi truck as Robotnik was sending one of his robots at them. As both watched as it chase a car. But the blue alien seemed to be fighting back, which just caused him just to ruin Robotnik's robots. You can tell he was getting really upset.

"OH GIVE ME A BIG FAT BREAK!" He yelled out.

But as smaller robots went after them, as you saw them freaking out and pulling their car to the side. As you two just watched one of the small things just explode. Robotnik had a smile up his his face but once he saw the smoke fade away they seemed to be okay, well not entirely.

"Wow look there they are, those two are some real survivors." You said.

Robotnik just made a face, he looked at you. "Can we have a moment." He said walking away. Ah you did it as you followed him. "Pin yourself against the wall."

You blushed slightly and went against the wall. And he just got near you. His face literally inches away from yours.

"You think I will miss the human race or you especially once I destroy it. No I have my machines that never fail me." He said.

Ouch that hurts but you just pushed him back, you just narrowed your eyes. "Never failed you huh? Did you just see what just happened right now! They failed to catch that Tom guy and that blue thing!"

"Did you just talk back to me. Your boss."

"Uh yeah that's how a conversation works Doctor." You just hissed. You were about to walk away but he grabbed you by your arms and he just pinned you against the wall. He just chuckled.

"Something about you Agent L/N has always caught my eye." He said.

You just looked away. "What does that mean? You said you wouldn't care if I was gone."

He just sighed. "It's not true, look I actually quite enjoy your company more or less." He said. You raised your eyebrow. "Look what I'm trying to say is I care about you and just hearing you say those things just does something to me. It makes me upset almost sad. Because God damnit I have these weird feelings towards you."

"Are you saying you like me Sir?"

"Yes..bu-"

You cut him off since you placed a small kiss on his cheek. "I also care about you Sir. So much! You're smart and quite handsome." You said with a blush.

His cheeks went a slightly red, and he just looked at you he touched his cheek. He smiled slightly, a real smile.

"This might be unprofessional, but I want you to be mine. Will you be mine." He asked. You smiled and nodded. "But please do give me some time to adjust to this, I've never been loved or don't know how to love someone right." He said looking down and finally backed away.

"There's always a first for everything. Sir." You said, you placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in and gave him a small kiss on the lips. At first he didn't kiss back back soon after he started to kiss back. He just held you close, like he never wanted to let you go. He then pulled away.

You had a shy smirk on your face, and pulled out the blue quill out showing it to him. He quickly grabbed it. "Good job Y/N" he said.

You blushed and nodded, you saw that he was bringing the quill close to his mouth. "Oh Sir, I don't think you should do that."

But he soon after zapped himself, you just made a face but patted his shoulder. "Come on we have an alien to catch." You said.

"Yes we do." He said with a smirk.

Finally those feelings you had inside of you and you didn't have to stress out to much. You could finally teach the poor Doctor to love. Things were going great what else could go wrong right?

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You guys wanted it there is something I thought about! But feel free to send in some Robotnik request!!

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The little girl cowers behind her wings eyes glowing green it was asmoudous one of the princes of hell but I herad that beelzebub was with a demon named crowley currently i-i didnt know beelzebub was your mom your scareing me

Adam calmed down upon hearing Beelzebub was with Crowley. He was safe for them, and Adam trusted him. “Yeah, they are,” he said. “God, I can’t believe Asmodeus...” His eyes didn’t stay as dark and red as they were, but there was still a subtle glow coming from them.

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i hate gay people being happy i hate complex stories and narratives i hate beautifully heartbreaking stories about mob mentality and humanity at its very core i hate well written characters and their very fucked up relationships with their loved ones i hate red blur dynamics i hate black white dynamics i hate charcatres being compleytly and uttrly devoted to their [artenr even if they die for 13 years and by the will of the fucked up unierse get ressurcted and ryuined with tehir partnt and get to day and i LOATHE the sound of the fuccking flute ist if i hear a flute ever again i will curb stomp every flute and flute player while crying my ass out until every flute in the world has been destroyed and i will never herad that fcking thing ever eagi GOD

#aster says shit #aster somehow loses it over bl #the gay people got me frfr.....................#i cant belive its over really #like i finished it #sure thre are extras but like #no more gay poeple....................#fuk man........................

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A Lilly in a valley of dead grass

A/N: This is a Harry Potter fanfiction as requested by @gracieismydog <3 hope you’ll enjoy this! My requests are always open, for everything! Feel free to message me! Now to the story!

“Oh! Where on Merlin’s beard did I put it!” you murmured as you furiously went through your suitcase, frantically searching for your wand.

You had this bad habit since forever, your mother always complained about it. For some reason you kept misplacing things and you could never find what you needed when you needed it.

“Y/n! Hurry! We’re going to be late! It’s the first Quinditch match of the year, we can’t let those stupid Slytherins win!” your best friend Harley, shouted from the common room. “You know that McGonagal will not hesitate to not let us watch the game if we’re late!”

You knew that was more than true. It didn’t matter to Professor McGonagal wheather you were in Gryffindor or not. She would get mad at you and strike you with a penalty no matter what. Snape on the other hand....

“Y/n!” Harley’s voice sounded even more shriek than usual. You decided that you’d find your wand on a different time and run down the stairs.

“I’m here, God Harley, you’d say someone was murdering you or something.”

“You’re so funny.” she said without a trace of amusment in her face.

“Okay sorry. Let’s go.”

You made it just in time and you managed to get away with just a death glare from Professor McGonagal. That was more than you had hoped for when you were running like crazy trying to get to the field.

Harley tried to play it mad at first but since she saw that you didn’t care, she cut it out. It wasn’t your fault that your wand had gone missing!

“My wand is missing.” you whispered to Harley’s ear.

“You can use mine Y/l/n.” you heard a voice behind you and you turned to look. As always, it was Melbi.

Torrance Melbi. That annoying boy, thinking he’s better than everyone else.

“How did you even get in Gryffindor?” you sighed as you turned to the match in front of you again.

“I’m super brave.” he said and his pears laughed.

“You’re super stupid.” you said under your breath.

“It’s weird isn’t it?” you turned to Harley.

“What’s weird?”

“The choices the Sorting Hat makes. How can an idiot like Torrance Melbi get into Gryffindor, yet Leith got into Slytherin?”

“Leith?”

“Come on, you know Leith. Leith Snape. Snape’s son.”

“Oh. The quiet kid.”

“Yeah. He gets picked on a lot you know.”

“How is Leith our problem again?” Harley, wasn’t in the mood for conversation and you could see it.

“He isn’t our problem. I’m just saying that it’s weird.”

“What’s weird is that you’re so intrested in a Slytherin boy. Especially Snape’s son. For all we know he’ll grow a nose like his father and his hair will be filled with grease.” Harley laughed at her own joke.

“It’s not nice. What you’re saying.” you told her quietly. “The boy may get in serious trouble just for being Snape’s son. And his father doesn’t even try to make him feel safer in the school. Plus his hair are light brown, nothing like his father’s.”

“Do you wanna marry him maybe?” Harley snapped.

“What?”

“Well, if not, just shush, cause I’m trying to watch the game here. Can we do that? Or are you going to cheer for Slytherin now? Considering your new boyfriend?”

You were very annoyed but you didn’t say anything. You just sighed and turned to the game, your thoughts flying to Leith and the fact that you didn’t think he belonged to Slytherin. And - if he did belong there - maybe Slytherin wasn’t so bad after all.

~o~

“Miss Y/l/n” Snape’s voice was bearly audible above your head, so you knew there was danger around. Well, you had seen it coming since you -well- your potion, was fluo pink and not light blue as it should be.

“Ye- yes Professor Snape?”

“Why is your potion this colour? Are you visually impared?”

“N-no,sir.”

“Then, I take it you thought that your mind, can produce a better Potion than my instructions?”

“No Professor, I’m sorry, I-I got destructed around step 7, and then I lost it.” you admited.

Snape raised an eyebrow. “You mean, you know where you did wrong?” he asked a little bit surprised.

“Well, yeah. It’s clear you say just 2 unicorn hair and I accidentally put in 5, when I mixed the step with step 9, when you say 5 ozes of green mush.”

Snape was in awe and he had trouble hiding it. He decided to change the subject, to his advantage quickly.

“And what got you so destructed Miss Y/l/n? What is more important in your life right now, at my class?”

Some Slytherin girls laughed at how red your face was starting to become.

“Um... I... I noticed something and... Well, I noticed that Felicia Nulis and Mason Graves, where bulling Leith Snape, again Professor. And what got me so destructed was the fact that you don’t stop them from doing so.” you said, your voice trembling a bit.

Snape’s expression was hard to read. “Five points from Gryffindor.” he then said and turned to leave.

“So, I get punished but these people harassing another kid get away with it, just because you don’t want to take points out of your own house?” the words slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to restrain them.

“Detention Miss Y/l/n. This Saturday. 8 o’ clock.”

Slytherins where laughing but you saw Leith genually sad about all these, lowering his gaze to his feet.

As you stormed off the classroom the minuite the lesson ended, you heard someone calling your name.

“Yes?” you turned furiously to the sound of the voice.

There he was. Leith was standing awkwardly next to the door.

“Um, hi.” he said walking towards you.

“Hi.”

“Thanks for... You know, what you said in class. Although I don’t want you getting in trouble for me.” he murmured.

You laughed. “Well, someone has to do it, I don’t see you talking back.”

He smiled. “Trust me. I tried. A lot. They just don’t get it. Gryffindors, bully me as well. That big kid.”

“Torrance Melbi?”

“That one. Then, Mason came next to me. I thought, good, he’s on my side we’re both in Slytherin. Well, let me tell you. It’s the first time I see an alliance between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin boy and that happened only so they cound... Well, hung me up a tall tree and leave me there, screaming for help.”

“What? What about, you know, your father.” you asked.

Leith gave you a sad smile again. “You know how he is. He tells me to man up, that he had to deal with similar stuff growing up and that if I focus on my studies time will fly.”

“That’s the worst pep talk I’ve ever heard.” you said and you both laughed.

That moment Mason Graves walked out of the classroom with three of his friends by his side.

“Well, well” he said. “Look what we have here... The happy couple of Hogwarts.”

That must have been funnier to them than to you because his friends burst out laughing.

“Go away Graves.” you said.

“Or what Y/l/n?”

“Leave her alone.” Leith said standing in front of you.

“Oh, little Leith is so brave.” a blond boy next to Mason mocked. “You weren’t so brave screaming on top of that tree, if I remember correctly.”

“Please get me down! I’ll tell my dad! I’ll tell Dumbledore!” Mason said in a shriek voice and they all laughed again. Then Mason pulled out his wand.

“You don’t deserve to be a Slytherin.” he said with a cold voice as he pointed his wand at Leith’s chest.

You felt the air leaving your lungs. Being a muggleborn, you weren’t experienced with little hexes and stuff as witches and wizards that heard about them their whole life were.

Leith took a step back.

“Just leave me alone Graves. Why do I bother you so much?” he said in despare.

You then noticed Professor Snape. He stood by the door, not making himself noticable, not saying anything. Your blood started boiling in your veins. Why was he hesitating? Why wasn’t he standing up for his son damn it!

“You know, I always wanted to try this little hex...” you herad Mason say. “It - supposedly - makes your nose disappear. Imagine how funny that would be.”

“And how painfull to bring his nose back!” the blonde boy laughed again.

“P-please just - just--” Leith’s voice faded out.

“Pleeeease pleeeease” Mason mocked laughing. “Let’s see, if this works then.”

You had accepted the fact that Snape wan’t going to do anything about it. He looked paler than usual, and kind of.. lost. Like he was re-living a memmory.

Mason took a deep breath and you took a decision.

The moment he opened his mouth, you pushed Leith to the side, snapped out your want and screamed: “Wingardium Leviosa!” since it was the only spell you’ve come to master so far.

Maybe it was the strength you used but Mason’s wand snapped out of his hand and his body slammed the wall, levitating a bit before falling, face first to the floor.

His friends were shocked and you and Leith burst out laughing. It was your turn to feel good now. Mason struggled to his feet, looking at you with a mix of emotions - fear, confusion and anger. Then Professor Snape emerged from the classroom making the Slytherins run away.

Both you and Leith looked at him waiting for your penalty. To your surprise, he spoke with a -kind of- tender voice.

“Miss Y/l/n/. What you just did? We can.... overlook.”

“Professor I--”

“And about that detention. Let’s reconsider shall we? I expect more of you in class though.”

“Dad I--” Leith begun to say.

“Not now Mr Snape. You and Miss Y/l/n can go now.”

You weren’t planing on sitting around questioning your good luck. All you cpuld thing of was about how you managed to escape detention with Snape, and that Leith was safe.

“Let’s go.” he whispered to you and grabbed your arm. “Now that he’s in a good mood.”

As you saw it, he didn’t need to whisper. Snape wasn’t paying any attention to you. His eyes were focused on something that was no longer there.

As you turned to leave you could swear you heard him murmur: “Take care of her son. Don’t make the same mistakes I did. Girls like that.... are Lillies in a valley of dead grass. And I’m glad you’ll have your own. As I once had...”

You turned your head and you saw a single tear escape his eyes before he regained control and desappeared inside the classroom.

You smiled and brushed it off, you were just an 11 year old after all.

Only twelve years later, you understood what he meant, when he gave a toast in yours and Leith’s wedding, finally explaining himself about all these years. Leith’s mother wasn’t happy to hear about this, but you... you understood.

A/N: And there you have it! I did my best! I hope you like it, if not I’m sorry :( Feel free to send me requests I’ll do them as soon as I can!! I love you all thanks for all your support <3 Stay awesome! :D

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