#I LOVE HIS VOICE SO MUCH RAAAHHHH

[teacup789]

HOWDY AND HELLO TO ALL ON THIS FINE EVENING (or day or afternoon or whatever time it may be)

LOOK AT MY MEPAD DESIGN LOOK AT HIM IM SO PROUD OF HIM HES WONDEROUS

I USUALLY DO FULL PROSTHETIC ARMS FOR HIM BUT I LIKE THE HOLOGRAM HANDS TOO

But in general if I draw him it’ll probably be with the full prosthetic arms

[the-whispers-of-death]

when i started sending asks about rich reader i imagined him to be a shorter (compared to Sarabi) man with some chub but still strong and a little older. but like.....

it would be like the rabbit who is obsessed with his girlfried who is four times bigger. like rich reader would be in some rich people gathering and be like

reader: and this is my wonderful partner (he wants to call Sarabi husband so bad he's gnawing on the bars of his enclosure)

*pulls Sarabi to his side, arm around his waist while reader is like... tall enough to reach Sarabis chest at best*

reader: isn't he wonderful *proceeds to poeticize about how much he loves Sarabi and how great their relationship is to his rich friends*

short king reader raaahhhh!!!!!

I don't know if it's because Sarabi writes poetry, listens to classical music, and wears turtlenecks as a staple of his wardrobe, but I feel like out of all of my OCs, Sarabi is the one who'd thrive the most if he was taken to a gathering full of rich people. He's a refined man, even with his job and his burn scars. And I mean, he'd love you gushing over him when talking to your friends while he's right there. Let him be your trophy boyfriend!

You couldn't deny that Sarabi looked like he belonged at the party, wearing a beautiful all-black suit with a black turtleneck underneath to hide the burn scars on his neck. He didn't wear a mask or balaclava, because he knew he'd garner more attention with them on and the last thing he wanted was to embarrass you, but even with the entire right side of his face burned, he still managed to fit in with your friends.

He happily followed you as you made the rounds, your arm wrapped around his waist as best as it could with him being so large. Your head just barely reached his chest, but you led him around so easily. He was on his best behavior, using his knowledge of classical music and poetry to wow your friends.

And God, did he preen and melt when you gushed about him to your friends. He somehow managed to stand even taller, his posture even straighter than usual somehow, as he listened to tell your friends he was just the best boyfriend ever.

You rambled about his accomplishments in the military, how he had a hand in helping keep the world safe. And all the while, the hand that wasn't wrapped around his waist was gently rubbing his chest through the fabric of his suit.

He'd gently grab your hand and press sweet, gentle kisses against your knuckles, so deep in love with you. Anyone who looked at you two knew you both were enamored with each other.

But that didn't stop someone from commenting on Sarabi's burn scars.

You had once left him for a little bit to talk to someone who was in the middle of the crowd so you couldn't take him with you, just because he took so much space so he was just standing near the wall. And some pompous man sidled up to Sarabi, a sneer on his face.

"Well aren't you a tall drink of handsome?" the man said mockingly, his judgmental eyes on the right side of Sarabi's face, where year-old third-degree burns marred his face. "It's so disgraceful of {Name} to bring you out in high-society. You should be back home, locked away so no one can see you."

Sarabi eyed the man, but he didn't let the man's words anger him. He was determined on being on his best behavior for you.

"{Name} is entitled to bring whoever he wants to these gatherings," he told the man, his voice bored since you were gone. "Besides, you don't have to be in my space and look at me, I'm sure there's several other people who'd love to talk with you."

The man's face turned red with anger, having been expecting to tear Sarabi's self-esteem down enough to make Sarabi cower in his presence. With his tight grip around his glass of champagne, the man opened his mouth to insult Sarabi some more, but you came back before he could.

"Mr. Peters! It's been so long since we've last seen each other," you said, your voice so sweet as you took your place beside Sarabi once more. Your arm wrapped around Sarabi's waist on instinct. "I trust you and Sarabi were having a nice conversation before I came."

Mr. Peters obliviously misinterpreted your sweet, subtly threatening, tone to mean that you hadn't heard him insulting Sarabi. "Your boyfriend is very rude, {Name}," he complained to you. "And he's not very nice to look at. I'm shocked you didn't leave him at home."

Your beautiful eyes darkened at Mr. Peters' words and you clicked your tongue at him disapprovingly. "You talk of Sarabi like he's some show dog to parade around. He's my boyfriend, no matter what he looks like."

You let go of Sarabi's waist to step closer to Mr. Peters, towering over the shorter man because while you were shorter than Sarabi, you weren't too short.

"I suggest you leave us alone, before I decide to disregard decorum. I know how to properly act, unlike you, but I won't have you insulting my boyfriend."

Mr. Peters gulped and scurried away like the coward he was, leaving you to fret over Sarabi. You cooed at him, making sure he knew you weren't ashamed to be seen with him.

The rest of the night went by well, no one else giving Sarabi a hard time. You two left the gathering at a reasonable time, heading home since Sarabi had work in the morning. You slept with his head resting on your stomach and his arms wrapped around your waist, passed out against you as you were his safe space.

It was safe to say Mr. Peters wasn't invited to other parties after that night.

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