It was a stupid idea. Really. A terrible idea. Flambae doesn‘t know if he makes the recent dry spell
responsible or the way Robert had looked at him earlier. As if that mecha bitch didn’t know why
Flambae is pissed.
2 weeks of no action because Robert is throwing himself into his work. Not with the Z-Team – not
that he neglects them, he still does his 40 hours that he is now even getting paid for – but with the
villains apprehended with Shroud.
Those that survived their mechanisms malfunctioning that is. And
of course, with the mega mind Shroud himself. And during all that time, the mecha mega bitch
completely neglected his temperamental lover.
And Flambae couldn’t take it any longer.
Stealing the key had been easy. Robert is really easy to steal from in general. What a weak-ass bitch.
Actually getting into the apartment… Flambae had gotten lost 4 times on the way, all those shitty, sad
apartments look the same. But finally he had found the right one and let himself in. Looking over the couch, the single piece of furniture in the room other than the mattress lying directly on the floor,
and the many lamps, he sighs. No wonder he insists they always meet at his place, this room would
give anyone depression.
But he quickly reminds himself that he has a mission. Pulling out his phone, he goes about finding the
best angle and lighting.
Robert sighs, looking over the notes he has made. He didn’t know what he wanted to get out of this
but it isn’t this.
With a tired sigh, he rubs his nose and packs up to go home and get some sleep, when his phone beeps.
It shows a photo that has been sent to him. From Flambae. He opens it and stares. A few seconds later, a text follows that rips Robert away from staring and made him realize he had stopped in the middle of the hallway.
‚Like what you see? Come and get it‘
A second later, almost like an afterthought: ‚Bitch‘
Robert smiles to himself, answers with a „👍“, then puts his phone away and, knowing it would piss
his lover off immensely, decides to stop by and get food. Maybe from that Iranian place Flambae had told him about. Just to leave him hanging for a little while.
After all, breaking and entering shouldn’t be rewarded.
At least not immediately.
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♥️This has been a collaboration of my wife's writing and me contributing the art.♥️
"My mental image re your tags: Jeeves wakes up in Bertie’s bed, still fully clothed, sunshine already shining through the curtains, and he has a small moment of panic. Because he has not slept this long in AGES and he keeps repeating to Bertie all the time that they cannot share a bed because it would be too dangerous with all of Bertie’s respective friends and relatives just waltzing into the apartment all the time. Also how embarrassing that he got so drunk that he didn’t even change in PJs! And Jeeves tries to coax Bertie to release him by promising him hangover cure and breakfast. However Bertie is in full octopus mode. Comfortable and warm and finally sharing a bed and he will NOT be moved. Sometimes a gentleman has to put his foot down. (He is of course absolutely incomprehensible in expressing this due to the hangover but he gets the point across by snuggling even more aggressively)"
Under the Microscope, Chapter 25 (Yandere Sabo x Reader, now in the fluff part)
18+ MDNI | on Ao3 | the other parts
Hi, I didn't mean to tease with another chapter. I intended to end the work with this one but it flowed better to split it into two. So one more coming <3
Sabo POV
Five months later
“HOW COULD YOU GO RADIO SILENT?!” Koala yelled as she kicked at Sabo’s head furiously. It was no small task to avoid them all, but Sabo dodged her furious attack. He’d almost forgotten how fast Koala was since it had been a while since she kicked his face.
“Koala, I’m sorry!” he said, ducking his head. The welcome back calls from the crowd were much more pleasant than being attacked, but he knew how Koala was. This was her way of showing she cared, which he appreciated even if it required agility. “But–”
“I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!” she said, completely dissolving into tears. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging off him as she cried.
“Sorry,” Sabo repeated once more with a smile. And he really was sorry, but even as he hugged Koala he was scanning the crowd for you. He saw Lindbergh, Morley, Ahiru, Iva, Mark, it seemed like the whole RA had gathered. Clearly, everyone had seen the ship and were anticipating a celebratory homecoming. Sabo had hoped he would see you among the people in the front lines, but he supposed you were probably working and oblivious to the fanfare.
“Is Sunny in her lab?” Sabo asked, already heading in the direction of the research building. Koala looked at Ahiru, who looked at Karasu, who looked at Dragon. Not a good sign, Sabo thought.
Sabo walked up to Dragon and stared up into his face. Dragon frowned, the deep set bags under his eyes much darker than he remembered. Dragon looked older than he remembered, like he’d aged a decade in a few months. Sabo wrapped his arms around his father’s waist and hugged him tightly. Dragon returned the tight hug, leaning down to rest his chin on Sabo’s head.
“I’m glad to be back, Dad,” Sabo said softly. Dragon’s breath hitched as Sabo felt something wet on his head.
“It’s good to see you again, s-son,” Dragon choked out before more tears slid down Dragon’s cheeks. Sabo smiled, expecting the emotional outburst from his father. After all, he couldn’t imagine thinking your son had died in an attack by your greatest enemy, only for him to sail home with the refugees. Even a revolutionary was allowed to be emotional.
Sabo had wondered many times how you’d react when you saw him. Would you cry? Would you faint? Would you scream? Sabo smiled with the thought of your shocked face fading into happy tears as he reunited with you. A pang of guilt bit at Sabo for thinking about you even as he hugged Dragon. But it had been so long since he’d seen or heard from you, and he’d thought of you constantly. Sabo released Dragon and took a step back.
“We can debrief later but what’s going on? Where is Sunny?” Sabo asked, returning to the subject on the top of his mind.
“She’s on the island. We know she’s here somewhere,” Dragon said, putting his hood down. Sabo narrowed his eyes, not in the mood for riddles.
“What does that mean? Where is she?” Sabo demanded. Dragon pursed his lips and scratched his cheek, like the Monkey he was. For someone who scolded Sabo about his own tells, he could see through Dragon’s guilty face a mile away.
“Like I said, she’s on the island. Updates on her scientific progress are on my desk every few days. She’s making tremendous strides in so many areas,” Dragon said, breaking eye contact with Sabo.
“So what’s the problem?! She’s clearly in her lab working,” Sabo barked, tired of the semantic games.
“Right. But we don’t know exactly where the lab is,” Dragon said, spreading his hands out with an awkward smile.
“How can that be?” Sabo asked, a pit growing in his stomach.
“Well, she took the news of Lulusia pretty hard. We all did. We thought you had died after Vegapunk’s message played in the world. About an hour after the message ended, she dismissed everyone who worked for her. She shut herself in and shrank her lab down to a microscopic level. We haven’t been able to find it since,” Dragon explained. Sabo stared at his adopted father as Dragon rubbed the back of his neck.
“Can’t you use your Observation Haki?!” Sabo asked, throwing his arms to the side. Dragon shook his head.
“She makes the lab so small that the haki is non-specific. Yes, haki will tell me she’s in the courtyard, or even in a section of it, but it can’t go down to the molecular level. And she moves the lab every time she shrinks it, it’s never in the exact same place twice. She’s as good as vanished. I’ve never seen anything like it,” Dragon explained with a smile, almost like he was boasting.
“But it’s not so bad! Sometimes she falls asleep or gets too tired to maintain its size and the lab becomes normal again for a few hours. Sunny will also show up in the messhall to get more –”
“Coffee,” Sabo said with a deep sigh, finishing Dragon’s sentence. Sabo rubbed his temples, annoyed that no one had heeded his words to take care of you in his absence.
“But why don’t you stop her when she gets the coffee? Force her to –” Dragon’s laugh cut through Sabo’s words.
“That’s not gonna happen. Everyone’s scared of her,” Dragon said with a bright smile.
“Scared? Of…Sunny?” Sabo repeated back incredulously, his eyebrows raised. Dragon nodded, his smile growing wider.
“Oh yeah. Quite the lady you’ve got there, Sabo. A real menace. She’ll shrink or enlarge anyone or anything to get back to her lab. Morley tried to get her to sleep the last time she showed up in the messhall. She shrank her down to the size of a regular human within the blink of an eye. She turned her back eventually, but it was a hard time. I’ve never seen her cry so much.,” Dragon said with his chest up, like he was proud of you. You’d managed to really impress Dragon, Sabo thought.
“She enlarged a button to the size of a shield and threw it at me so hard it knocked me over. Granted, I was taken by surprise, but still. She’s stronger than she looks,” Koala said, her chin in her palm. You had done that?
“Sunny enlarged several of my crows until they became quite challenging for me to reabsorb. I didn’t know that was possible,” Karasu said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I tried to get her to eat with us at the mess hall and she told me that she’d shrink my dick so small that I’d never find –” Sabo cut off Terry with a wave of his hand.
“Alright. I get it,” Sabo said, reaching into his breast pocket.
“So you’ll have to wait until she falls asleep again or gets really tired. That’s your best bet of finding her. We haven’t seen her in a couple days, so your chance should be coming soon. Be careful not to get squished under the lab as it grows,” Dragon said, crossing his arms over his chest. Sabo brought out the small square of vivre paper he’d taken with him to Lulusia. Holding it in the palm of his hand, he watched it move and change direction.
“Not a problem,” Sabo said, already following the paper’s direction. Various people kept trying to talk to him, but he steadfastly walked along the path directed by the small paper. He was happy to see everyone, he was, but he needed to lay eyes on you. He had the distinct feeling that you were in danger – from yourself.
A few minutes later Sabo was standing outside the laundry room on the grass. Every time he moved to a new direction, the paper would shift. So you were here, somewhere, microscopically. Sabo sighed and sat down in the grass, getting comfortable. Based on what he’d seen before, you could push yourself for quite some time until an inevitable collapse. At least it was a pleasant afternoon, he thought.
It ended up being over two hours before the lab started to appear. At first Sabo thought it was only the shadows growing longer as the sun set on the island. After a few seconds, he scrambled up to get away from your rapidly expanding lab. It was like the room was being imagined into existence, though he knew that wasn’t the case. As soon as the lab reached its full size, Sabo quickly jumped through the open door. He wasn’t sure how long his window of opportunity would last, so he needed to act fast.
“Oh, Sunny,” Sabo said softly as he surveyed your lab. He couldn’t imagine a more disorganized mess. He was barely able to step through the room – there were papers in piles all over the floor, in no system that Sabo could discern. Many of them had coffee stains on them and – was that blood? The once tidy lab was now a graveyard of old, half filled coffee cups covering every table in the lab. There were pencils, notebooks and pens scattered on every available surface.
Sabo hoped to see at least a few plates of old food, but unfortunately it only appeared to be beverages. You had tens of overlapping screens open, each flickering with some magnified image you wanted to research. Sabo had never seen your Marine lab, but he doubted it had gotten this bad. Sabo knew that you didn’t do this intentionally, that the surroundings matched your mental and emotional state, but it was hard to see your deterioration.
The lab was so cluttered that he could scarcely see you over the piles of assorted equipment and cups. Looking around, he finally saw you hunched over your desk and mumbling to yourself while writing. Your hands were shaking violently, and you stopped writing for a moment to rub your left eye.
Unable to watch from afar any longer, Sabo approached you quietly. He wasn’t sure of the best method to get your attention without scaring you. Despite his nimble nature, it was difficult for Sabo to transverse the room towards you due to the sheer amount of clutter between the door and your desk.
As he got closer, Sabo’s heart tightened even more. You looked disheveled and beyond exhausted, your hair filled with forgotten pens and pencils. All your fingertips were bandaged, save for the finger you were currently gnawing on. He’d have to bandage that one too, he thought as he slowly pushed some of the screens out of his way. Your shoulders were at your ears, and he could easily see you’d lost a lot of weight. Sabo came up on your right side, not wanting to surprise you on your left.
“Hi, Sunny,” Sabo said softly. He wanted to try talking before using physical touch, not wanting to startle you more than necessary. He saw that you’d abandoned your own style of clothing and were once more wearing some of his old ones that he’d left behind.
“Hey, Sabo,” you said, not looking up from your work. Sabo’s eyebrows hiked practically to his hairline. Not only had you responded to him from his voice alone, but you were acting completely nonplussed by his presence. Of all the reactions he had been anticipating, you acknowledging him immediately was definitely not one of them.
“Sunny, I’m here,” he prompted again, this time gripping your shoulder lightly. You shrugged his hand off, focusing on what you were writing.
“I know you’re here. You’re always here. Let me finish writing down this one thought and we’ll get started,” you said, scribbling words down rapidly. Your handwriting was wobbly from how much your hand shook, as you continued working. Sabo blinked several times in succession, completely thrown off by your actions. By the time he had finished collecting himself, you finished your note and put down your pen, looking up at him.
“Ooh, I gave you a new outfit. I like the tan coat,” you said, smiling at him. Sabo wanted to smile back but the sight of you broke his heart. You looked like you hadn’t slept in months, your eyes completely bloodshot over gigantic dark circles. Your skin was sallow like you hadn’t been outside since he left, and your lips were bitten bloody. He could see your collarbones protruding from where he stood. You wavered slightly as you looked at him with mild interest, like you were going to topple over at any moment.
“Oh,Sunny. What have you done to yourself?” Sabo asked softly, cupping your cheek with his hand.
“Oh, hush,” you said easily, nuzzling into his hand.
“And what do you mean you gave me a new outfit? What are we going to start?” he asked, confused by your words. You were way farther gone than he had suspected. You shrugged, giving him an amused look as you rested your chin on your palm.
“You’re funny tonight. Or maybe today, I’m not sure when it is,” you said, blinking slowly. You looked like you were going to crash at any moment. Sabo crouched down in front of you to catch you if needed. He rested his hands on your knees, looking up at you.
“Sunny, I’m really here,” Sabo urged, taking your free hand in his own. You frowned at him, narrowing your eyes.
“Don’t, Sabo. You always say that and you know it’s not true. I’m asleep in the lab or tired or something. Don’t make this harder on me than it already is. Play nice tonight,” you protested, squeezing his hand.
“Sunny –” Sabo said, looking into your eyes.
“I know the truth, Sabo,” you said, cupping his face gently and giving him a soft smile. “You’re dead. You died in Lulusia. You’re a reflection of my subconscious, a hallucination. We’ve talked about this many times,” you said softly, like he was the one who didn’t understand. Your hands shook so much that he couldn’t help but cover the one on his cheek with his own. You were so far gone into sleep deprivation that you were completely convinced he was a hallucination. Sabo would probably have to wait until you slept for some small amount of time and woke up to convince you, because right now you were completely self assured.
“But! That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun while you’re here,” you said, running your free bandaged thumb over his bottom lip. Sabo kissed it tenderly, tasting a small pang of blood.
“What kind of fun do we normally have?” Sabo asked as your eyelids closed for longer and longer periods of time, your head lolling forward.
“Well, usually you’re not wearing clothes at all. Or at least it ends up that way,” you said with a waggle of your eyebrows. Sabo blinked – he had not been expecting an answer like that. He couldn’t believe you were the same Sunny he’d left months before.
“But we don’t just have sex,” you said with a wave of your hand. “We talk and I get to tell you about my findings and you tell me you love me and I say that I love you back and that I regret never telling you before you died,” you said in one long burst, looking into his eyes.
“Is that so?” Sabo asked softly. You hummed happily in response. Sabo’s heart was thumping so loudly he was sure you could hear it. Your eyes were closed again as your head drooped forward. He was being selfish, he should really let you sleep. Your tight muscles were already relaxing, but he had to hear it once more, just once more… he shook you slightly, making you wake up with a start.
“Sunny, do you love me?” he asked again, searching your gaunt face with his eyes.
“Of course I do. I love you, Sabo,” you said, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his own. Sabo moved his hands to cup your jaw, bringing you forward to kiss you. He pushed all of his yearning, all of his longing, everything that he had missed about you into the kiss. He slowly pulled you off the chair and onto the floor, both of you on your knees now. Sabo broke the kiss to embrace you tightly. You felt brittle in his arms as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“You even have the same smell as before. You know, some people can smell in dreams. I never have before, but I’m glad I can now,” you said, nuzzling into his neck.
“Sunny, please listen. I didn’t die on Lulusia, I came back–” Sabo stopped talking as you covered his mouth with your hand.
“Sabo, you’re going to ruin our night. Let’s just do what we usually do,” you said, leaning in to kiss him. Sabo moaned softly as your tongue pushed into his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders before pulling away briefly.
“See? You know what I want,” you said, breaking the kiss. “This hallucination is the most vivid yet. I wonder if it means I’ve had a psychotic break. I don’t think so, though. Maybe. Probably just DRC, Dream Reality Confusion. I’ve been having that for a long time, a long time. You’re always with me now, even when I’m awake. That’s probably bad, but I don’t care. I like when you’re with me, even if it’s not real. I was reading about –” Sabo kissed you again, pulling you onto his lap as he sat down, his hands roving all over your back.
He slid his gloves under your rumpled and stained shirt, not caring that you hadn’t been taking care of yourself. He needed to feel your skin on his own, to know that you were finally back in his arms. You moaned and arched your back for him, thrusting your breasts forward. Sabo kissed down your neck in little nips and light presses of his lips until you sighed. Sabo paused in his ministrations momentarily, pulling back slightly. Sabo wanted you, he wanted you so badly, but not like this. Not when you still thought he was a trick of your mind.
“Sunny, please. Please listen to me,” Sabo begged, holding you tightly. He needed to reassure you, to break the tremendous cycle of grief you were going through. “Listen to my voice, feel me with you, please – I’m here.” Sabo put every ounce of sincerity into his voice, willing you to believe him. You stared hard at him, your lower lip wobbling slightly.
“Sabo, if I wake up alone in my lab again, I don’t know if I can take it. Please don’t do this to me,” you begged, your eyes filling with tears. “I love you, but you can’t keep telling me you’re coming back. I can’t bear it any more. You’re dead, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“Sunny, I’m real. I’m here in your lab. I didn’t die, I can explain everything to you. You’re awake and in your lab. I came back with some survivors from Lulusia this afternoon. I’ve been waiting to see you,” Sabo explained. You narrowed your eyes momentarily and Sabo could practically hear the gears turning in your head.
“If you’re really here, how did you find me? No one can find the lab.”
“I have your vivre paper, remember? I waited until your lab enlarged again and came inside. I’ll always come back to you,” Sabo said softly, wiping away a single tear that was tracking down your cheek. Your eyes bounced wildly around his face, your fists balling up his shirt. Your lower lip wobbled as your eyebrows pinched together in the middle.
“I – I t-told you vivre papers don’t work S-S-Sabo! They’re not SCIENTIFICALLY PROVEN!” you bawled. You quickly dissolved tears, snot running down your face as your chest heaved. Your tears were irregularly sized, growing larger and smaller with each breath you took. Soon his entire shirt was soaking wet, but Sabo didn’t mind. He held you to him as you cried, using his free hand to slowly remove the pens and pencils from your hair and set them down on the floor. Eventually your crying slowed down and you tilted your red-rimmed eyes to look up at Sabo.
“I c-can’t tell if you’re r-real. I’m s-s-scared you’ll b-be g-gone ag-gain,” you finally hiccuped, wiping away your tears and snot with the backs of your hands. You brought your palm up to rub at your eye but Sabo intercepted you, gently encircling your wrist with his fingers. He pulled it away and brought it to his mouth, placing a tender kiss in the middle of your palm.
“I know. I’m sorry it had to be this way, there was no way to contact you from the ship we commandeered. Come on, you need to sleep in a bed. I’ll take you back to my room. I’ll sleep next to you, and when you wake up I’ll tell you everything,” Sabo urged. You shook your head, a stray pencil clattering to the floor. You brought your bandaged index finger to your mouth to chew before replacing it with the unbandaged one. Sabo gently pushed your hand down from your face and held your fingers in his palm.
“No, I can’t leave. I need to finish – the energy that was used in Lulusia – the energy – I think I’ve seen something about it before and the flame, um, the Mother Flame and um Pluton – no, not Pluton, I need to figure out – I’m pretty close, maybe, but um sorry – it’s um – I don’t have time to sleep anymore. Not since Vegapunk’s message –”
“No. The lab is closed,” Sabo declared definitively. “You can research more later; you need to sleep now,” Sabo said with a frown. Sabo stood up and reached down to pick you up. He wasn’t sure you could walk right now and he didn’t want to take the chance.
“I’m taking you to bed. I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise,” he said solemnly, before carrying you bridal style out of the lab and back into the courtyard. You wrapped an arm around his neck while you stared at him with a dreamy smile.
“You’re really taking me to the dorms, huh? Usually we stay here,” you said mildly as Sabo passed through the courtyard. People were giving him a wide berth now, not coming up to him to talk like they had before. Some new recruits turned tail once they saw you in his arms, backing away carefully. You really had scared everyone, Sabo thought, pride filling his chest. Sabo’s curiosity was piqued as he understood what you’d said.
“Mh? You finally learned your way around then?” he asked, surprised you knew which way the dorms were from the laundry rooms.
“Yeah, I had to use some memory tricks to get it down but I got tired of being lost. It was a waste of my time,” you explained. You nestled yourself against his chest as he carried you, your legs dangling over his arm. After a moment, you closed your eyes, your head lolling back against his chest seconds after. As Sabo walked, you shut your eyes, likely ready to crash. You yawned and splayed your hand against his chest, wiggling your fingers into the space between the buttons.
“‘S warm,” you said happily as Sabo brought himself to your favorite temperature.
“What kind of memory tricks did you use?” Sabo asked out of curiosity, as you passed the mess hall. He’d have to get you food, but right now his top concern was getting you to sleep soundly in bed. You sighed, your shaking fingers resting on his chest.
“I imagined us doing different sex stuff as a way to remember which building was which. Like, I imagined you pulling me into the unused office on the second floor of the records building. Then you’d bend me over the desk and fuck me until my legs gave out,” you said nonchalantly. Sabo’s face heated with your words – he knew the exact office you were talking about.
“Or, in the mess hall, I imagined you eating me out in dry storage ‘till I screamed. You’d stuff my panties into my mouth to muffle my sounds and keep going until I begged you to stop. Y’know, things like that. S’simple,” you said with a soft sigh. Sabo was now rock hard and determined to make every one of your fantasies come to life. He would be more than happy to have sex with you in every building on the campus in any way you wanted. He felt your soft, even breaths as your stiff muscles relaxed even further.
“Soon, Love. We’ll do all those things soon,” Sabo said softly, shifting you higher in his arms. You were limp as he entered the dorm building. RA members moved out of the way as he carried you to his room, their eyes wide as they saw you. Sabo detected rapid eye movement, you were already in deep sleep.
“Stay w’me, Sabo,” you begged quietly in your sleep, your lower lip wobbling again. Sabo kissed the top of your head as he opened the door to his room.
I feel like I have seen a goodly amount of folks who feel that their Lavellans are too good for Solas, and like. Y'all have some great Lavellans. It's true.
I just kinda look at my Lavellan fondly and Solas fondly and think, you two deserve each other. You both are really intense. I think that Thedas is probably more stable with both of you on the other side of the Veil. They change things.
Shocking news that absolutely NOBODY is shocked by: Randy Random hates slow-burn romance.
It looks like our other blind healer, Melissa, is impressed at Crimp's immediate willingness to try picking a fight with the melee-god sanguophage as soon as he set foot in the colony. Crimp is happy to find a like-minded lady in his new home, and the two are officially dating. Wonders abound!
Well, we have two blind healers and no real use for their unnatural healing aside from this, so... Melissa is officially only a half blind healer now! I thought it would be nice if she could see her new boyfriend properly, after all, even if she looks a bit... hmm... different.
You know what they say: an eye for an eye!
Yeah, sorry about that, Crimp. I keep meaning to turn her into a sanguophage so everyone loses the "disgusting colonist" debuff, but I just haven't gotten around to it yet. You'll have to try and ignore the deformed, slimy, melted, tumour-ness for a little while. Sorry. You'll just have to love her for what's inside until then.
