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29 Aug 2026
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After retiring as Mecha Man, Robert finds a new way to make money. (Unfortunately, his newest client is one he knows all too well.)
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His eyes kept darting to Chad’s hand, where the stumps of his fingers twitched absently against the duvet. 'I did that,' he thought, closely followed by a montage of all the horrible things he'd do to him if he figured it out. The anxiety simmered like bile in the back of his throat.
"So," Chad said, stretching his arms behind his head, biceps straining against his tight black t-shirt. "You gotta measure me before we keep going or what? I don't want to get my hopes up for nothing."
As much as he wanted to throw up, the question was almost hysterical. He swallowed it down before he said something stupid, or bolted out the door like a hunted rabbit. "Are you serious?"
"No, I spent three grand on this room and a week of my time answering bullshit questions to fuck with you."
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- Part 1 of Flambert sex worker au
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29 Aug 2026
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"Morning, team," Robert greeted and the line immediately went silent; the devil they had been speaking of had appeared. "Galen's birthday is tomorrow, so be sure to sign the card in Blazer's office before the end of the day. Yes, that photo is real and that's all that's gonna be said about it."
Unearthed from who knows where circa 1994, it was of Robbie Robertson, suited up and with his child in his arms - rosy cheeks, pigtails, a dress made from a Mecha Man print and sucking his thumb, for God’s sake; there probably wasn’t a more embarrassing picture of Robert out there.
Before anyone had the chance to speak, he then took an obnoxiously slow, loud sip of his coffee, which earned several displeased groans at the offensive noise in the team's ears. "There are bagels and a fresh pot of coffee in the break room, it's almost the weekend, and if I catch any of you even fucking thinking about it, you’re spending the rest of the day in mandatory discrimination training. Unpaid. Capiche?"
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28 Aug 2026
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“Bob-Bob, we have a problem.”
Robert adjusted his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and clicked immediately through to the 1-to-1 window on his Dispatch screen, ready and on hand. “I’m on deck. What’s happening, Bae?”
“Well, there’s really no easy way to say this, but… I’m irresistible.”
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In combat, Flambae gets hit by a spell that makes everyone fall in love with him. Luckily, one specific person seems to be immune.
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- Part 3 of fuck it! dispatch fic collection
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27 Aug 2026
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That was the way Flambae usually liked it. He likes mouthing off and being shown his place, he likes being given consequences for his actions, he likes fucking around and finding out.
It makes no sense that Robert put him down without so much as a fight. That Flambae went down for the man who he thought ruined submission for him.
But when Robert told him to listen, what else was Flambae supposed to do?
Or; Flambae would rather set it ablaze with his own two hands than be caught unawares by a stray spark. Robert's steady hands are perfect for striking a match.
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- Part 1 of Fire Ecology
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