#drabble!!!

boothill glitches & overheats when he's overstimulated!

it's not super obvious at first, what with going down on him and all, your eyes are kind of downcast as you focus on licking up and down his synthetic cock - the one you'd given him. it feels just as good, better, even, than a regular human's, and you'd made sure to up his sensitivity to touch extra for your little night with him.

his little huffs and pants are quite delicious, trying so hard to fight off the noises that are bubbling in his throat, but he can't help but let off a sharp whine when your tongue drags right beneath his tip, metal hands nearly gouging into the metal examination table beneath him.

He stood with a stranger in the long shadows of early dawn, unmasked, unafraid. It was so unlike of him. He had always been afraid. But Notune had nothing to hide anymore. His disgraced history did not matter to the other, a wandering vagrant they were, had no say in his position. Called themselves Eryll. No surname. Fitting for someone of their nature. Notune was unknowing if Eryll was even their actual name. 

But they were faceless, nameless in his head. Only a distant figure in the background, to meddle in his life. Like they all were, everyone. Useless, unworthy. But he was one to talk.

“Ever wonder what it’d be like to live in one of those?” They asked. Notune stayed silent.  

He drew out, tone just barely above a whisper. “I don’t like castles.” He said, absently. Lies. He grew up in one. Lies. He called one home. 

Home. He could never come home.  

Notune would never. Even if he had the choice too. Going away is easy. That’s what he’s always been doing. Going, going away. Never coming home. So far now. Drifted away, caught by the turbulent current of life that drew him from the shores of his homeland.  

“Really, do you?” Notune gave them an odd look, like they had offended him. 

“Of course.” He breathed out. “Sure. They’re grand, pretty things they are, when they’re not in ruins. But I’d prefer some nice cottage, in the middle of nowhere. Peace. Quiet. Far away from the heart of any kingdom.” He lightly smiled to himself, humored the thought. Notune, exiled prince of the Silver Isle, living in a humble home in the countryside of who-knows-where.  

It’s now Eryll’s turn to give him an odd look. Notune just stares back into those hollow eyes. Silence follows. Eryll breaks it first. 

“Who exactly are you?” they manage to breathe out, to ask. 

Notune considers letting aside his distrust. Opening his heart, tearing those high walls of his down. Like he said, he had nothing to hide. But Notune finds himself falling into familiar, comfortable routines. 

“hobi”, taehyung whined, upper body on full display as he tried to make the button of his pants’ meets its designed place. “i think you fucked up laundry this week.”

hoseok raised an eyebrow. not a questioning one, no. he was quite surprised his boyfriend wasn’t seeing what was right in front of him. like, literally. there’s no way taehyung couldn’t see all that softness wasn’t there a few months ago. it was, and that’s the major point, exactly what kept the button from meeting its assigned space. there was just no-

“uhmmm, cmon...”, taehyung fake cried again, trying to make the jeans’ folds get together. he didn’t even get close. plus, instead of sucking in, to hoseok, at that angle, all relaxed on the bed while forgetting what he was doing on his phone, it seemed like tae actually breathed out, all the “exercise” of pulling and tugging in fact making him tired.

fuck. it was low-key cute, if hobi wants to be honest. and he does, for real. he wants to tell him, “baby, you know, they got you... all the sweets you’ve been bringing home from the bakery next to your workplace... they really got you.” but instead, he takes a moment to appreciate the lovely (and forgive him for such a corny pun) lovehandles spilling from the sides. the little rolls forming whenever taehyung curves his spine a little when trying to button those tight as fuck pants. the rosy cheeks puffing from all the useless attempts. damn. he looks adorable. hoseok wants to kiss him. all over. kiss him and grab him and bite him and-

“you’re just gonna keep looking at me like that? not even gonna give me a hand?”, taehyung asked, arms folded now accentuating the curve of his belly. his supposed-to-be angry stare doesn’t quite suit him, mostly ‘cause those bread cheeks couldn’t threaten anyone even if he wanted to. hoseok feels his heart melt, and smiles gently.

“honey, i don’t think i can help you...”, he gets up from where he was once waiting patiently for them to leave and have some chinese. now he thinks he wants to see tae filling that tummy up-close, in the comfort or their flat. “even if jungkook, with those big arms of him, tried to force these folds to meet...” hoseok got behind his boyfriend, circling his waist. then got ahold of the two sides of the thick fabric, seeing tae’s skin shiver under his soft touch. “they would end up ripping, sooner or later.”

“what do you mean?”, taehyung asked, a nervous laugh contrasting with the way he was staring at his boyfriend in the mirror.

“i mean that you look beautiful...” hobi caressed his plump hips with both his thumbs, slowly. taehyung almost moaned when he felt lips brushing against his his earlobe, as hoseok completed, “but there’s no way your pants can keep up with this squishy tum.”

it was fast, the way the older pinched his extra skin. fast, but gentle. always gentle. taehyung gasped, but didn’t try to let go of the touch. hoseok pecked his shoulder.

“uhm. i... i didn’t...”

“notice?”, he mocked while rubbing the soft belly. a finger got brave and entered tae’s now deeper bellybutton, just for a few seconds. the younger bit his own lip. “yeah”, hoseok purred, back to meeting his boyfriend’s eyes at the mirror. they were sparkling with yearning. “but it’s alright. we can order in and do online shopping tomorrow. right now we need to get you fed, don’t we?”

After Keon turned in for the night, Wrenn noticed he had received a large package.

It was just left in front of the place he called a house, and he curiously tilted his head as he opened it. Though his eyes widened at its contents, he realized he shouldn't have been so surprised--for it was the books he had asked Nahida for that very morning.

She was a quick worker, wasn't she? As he rummaged through the books, however, he came across a few that were from Inazuma specifically, along with a note.

I hope these help. - Nahida.

She must have figured out what he wanted them for... Well, it wasn't a bad thing--saved Wrenn some trouble, even.

He took the books inside and started to read them one by one, hyperfocused to the point of a near frenzy. He took down more notes into his notebook, crossing off some treatments that had been proven ineffective, adding new ones, listing ingredients to grind into herbs for remedies... There was a lot to do, thankfully, to keep his mind occupied off of what happened.

The books from Inazuma happened to be written by Inazuman doctors, and they often spoke of soldiers getting struck by lightning. Each one had different symptoms, unfortunately, so it didn't seem like there was a universal treatment...

But, he did notice some Inazuman specialties listed--Naku weed, Sea Ganoderma, and Fluorescent Fungus. These ingredients often came up in the texts as remedies that seemed to help patients struck with lightning in some way. Some helped reduce inflammation, some supposedly helped with memory, along with other benefits. The doctors noted that the results of the treatment varied among the patients... but there was no harm in trying them.

Wrenn wrote down these specialties on a list, and wrote another letter to Nahida asking if there was a way to get an import of these things faster--or if she knew of any vendor that sold seeds to be able to grow these at home.

Home...

Wrenn froze in his tracks when the word came up in his mind, his grip on his pen tightening. Home... A lot of feelings were associated with that word, and few of them that he felt in that moment were positive ones.

He drew in a shaky breath, and exhaled. Wrenn didn't have the time to let his emotions rule over him now--even if they bubbled in his throat, just barely held back by his self restraint. Yet he still couldn't stop his eyes from becoming glassy, no matter how hard he tried.

you cant pause time and you know it yourself but sometimes you just like to. (believe maybe once.) or twice. but you can stop the music on your music player to; maybe, make it seem like it. you want the world to stop, to stop orbiting and pause time itself.

ii. [ rewind. ]

where are you, you don’t even know. (what a lost boy.) you’re sitting on a worn out bench and the last time you checked it was painted over blue too many times the color looks worn out now. the song; what was it again? who cares, plays again for the second, thrid, fourth, fifth time today it replays so many more times, more than you can count with your fingers and toes.

iii. [ play. ]

you stand up. you leave the bench.

the song still plays.