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(Dispatch) You're Under My Skin: On going

(Dispatch) Dispatch Y Team: Unfinished

(Dispatch) It's Not That Gay If You Think About It: On going

(Spiderman/Deadpool) No Hero Coming: Finished

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Dispatch Flambert Soulmate Fic [#You're Under My Skin]

Dispatch Flambert 5 times Fic [#It's Not That Gay If You Think About It]

Ideas/Thoughts/Random Stuff [#Word Vomit]

Spidey/Deadpool Angst [#No Hero Coming]

Flambae/Robert Break up. Not a full fic just random notes [#Flambert Breakup]

Saints Row stuff [#Saints row]

Side Note:

I'm thinking of setting up a Ko-fi. I kinda want to do some nsfw art for some of my fics

[bit embarrassed about that since I havent posted nsfw art before. Unless you count that one of Flambae in the pod but it doesn't really show any private parts]

But I'm still figuring stuff out. Also still post censored versions on here.

I also wanna start up a Ko-fi because it'd be nice to have a bit of pocket money but I'm unsure on how to price things.

I might be getting a bit ahead of myself [especially since it takes me forever to actually write/draw], I am enjoying making fan content a lot and do intend to expand to other fandoms when I have time to.

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You're Under My Skin

Part 19

Flambae doesn’t handle humiliation well.

And that’s how he feels right now, humiliated. 

He’s been running around, acting like a kid with a crush over Robert, believing in some kind of destiny that bound them together. And Robert was never actually his. 

Soulmates are bullshit.

Life was better when he thought soulmates were a metaphorical thing. 

He probably doesn’t have a soulmate.

His thoughts spiralled.

Right now Roberts on a date with Blond Blazer, and Flambaes going to have to look at his love struck face tomorrow and pretend that he never considered crashing that date or telling Robert off for unknowingly playing with his heart.

So he did what any emotionally wrecked arsonist would do.

 

He burnt down some trees. 

SAFELY.

 

He’s not going to have a whole neighbourhood burn down over a heartbreak. He’s not THAT upset over it, I mean they weren’t even dating- stupid crush is all it was, with stupid soulmate mindset. You know what? he’s already starting to feel a bit better. 

Still depressed and a bit bitter but he’ll get over it.

burning his natural enemy really does help clear his head. 

He made sure the flames were mostly put out before leaving the scene, already knowing he’s not going to get caught. 

 

He was still in a mood when he got home. Maybe he’ll call his sister and talk to his niece for a bit. 

Or maybe he’ll just have a couple beers and call out of work for tomorrow. Yeah, let’s go with that option.

He stepped inside his flat and pulled out his phone, only to see some messages from Alice. He was a bit annoyed since she was the one who got the soulmate thing in his head to begin with, but he couldn’t stay mad at her. Plus he’s going to have to update her eventually on what happened, that’s a problem for tomorrow hungover Flambae. 

Flambae tossed his phone on the couch and went into the kitchen, pulling out a case of beer and putting it on the counter. Just as he cracked the first one open he could hear Hoes Depressed playing.

Prism isn’t usually this persistent, he doesn’t know why she’s getting so involved in this. 

He downed a few gulps of his drink before heading back over to the couch with his case, dropping it on the coffee table and scooping up his phone.

“Hey bit—”

“You chickened out!”

She got straight to the point which was.. well he should’ve expected that. 

“I did not!!”

Flambae dropped himself onto the couch, legs kicked up on the coffee table. He downed his first beer, already knowing this talk was going to be difficult.

“Then why did I hear from MY sources, that Roberts on a date with Ms. Blazer right now? Did he..? He didn’t choose to go on the date anyways after finding out, did he? Because if he did I say we wait for him in the parking lot tomorrow.”

He reached for another beer to crack open.

“What sources? And NO he didn’t do that so we don’t need to jump him.. You were wrong. We aren’t soulmates. I even did a pinch test. He had no clue what was going on.”

“You’re giving up because a little pinch test didn’t work?? Are you kidding me?”

He was downing his second beer already, stopping more than half way through to answer his friend.

“Listen. Robert and Blazer have a thing going and ya know what? Good for him, them, whatever. Lets just go to the club tomorrow and forget about all this soulmate crap. I’m too hot to be tied down anyways I mean I—”

“I’m coming over.”

The phone hung up before he could protest. 

Seriously, what’s gotten into her? She doesn’t even care for all the mushy gushy stuff to begin with so why is she pushing him so hard? 

“Fuuuuuuck..”

He dragged his hands down his face.

He finished his second drink, but didn’t reach for a third. Not wanting to get sloppy drunk and down the whole case with Prism coming over to, what? Lecture him? Comfort him? Be extremely out of pocket and preach some soulmate bullshit which is out of character for her. 

He got up to unlock the door. and just as he reached for the handle, a tearing sound ripped through the apartment, a red portal opening up right on his door.

Author Note: It's an unfinished chapter right now. I just wanted to post something even if it's not done.

I have more written but I cut it off at a point that I thought would make the most sense instead of cutting it off mid conversation.

Hopefully I'll have it finished soon. After this chapter I want to finish my five time fic real quick before continuing because that one got left off right at the last two chapters

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Some lazy Spideypool art

If anyones concerned I base my spideypool off the spider-man/deadpool comics where they're close in age <3

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You're Under My Skin

Part 18

Robert finds Blazer in the courtyard sitting on a bench, leg bouncing anxiously.

 

He was trying to ignore how the ache in his chest was getting worse. Was it because he was getting closer to her? Are soulmates supposed to make you feel this way? 

It feels awful.. Not like how Chase had described..  He said he only felt bad when his soulmate had felt bad. 

Maybe it will get better once their bond fully connects?

 

Robert did his best to ignore the feeling as he strode closer with a smile, both hands in his comfortably pockets. Beef strutting in behind him, ready to mooch off of whatever dinner date was going to take place.

“Too much coffee?”

Mandy looked startled to hear his voice. She stood up quickly, turning to face him with an anxious expression. She wore that beautful blue gown that Robert had zipped her up in before. Was the event tonight? Or did she put it on specifically for their date?

“Wait.”

Robert stopped a few feet away. 

Whatever she was about to say Robert felt in his gut that it wasn’t going to be good, it must be what the painfully bad feelings he’s been having is coming from. Robert did his best to keep himself levelled while bracing for the worse. Beef sat close to Roberts feet for emotional support.

“Sure… what’s up?”

Blazer folded her arms.

“This isn’t what I look like…”

That wasn’t where Robert thought this was going. 

“I don’t totally know what you mean, but, okay?”

“The powers make me… Doesn’t matter I’m just going to show you. Are you good with that?”

Robert forced a smile and shrugged. 

“I… have absolutely no idea what’s about to happen, so, this is very exciting.”

Blazer gave a half hearted amused huff, but that anxious expression didn’t leave her face.

“Temper your expectations.”

Robert turned his head slightly with a confused look. 

Blazer reached behind her neck and unclasped her necklace. The red gem started to glow as it floated up from where it had been resting on her chest. It floated into the, Blazer floating with it not even a moment after, a bright golden light enveloped her.

She looked like a Disney princess transforming into a new dress.

Robert wasn’t sure what to expect now. How different would she be? It won’t change how Robert feels for her… Hopefully.. Probably. 

The golden light shone so brightly that Robert had to raise his arms and close his eyes, Beef was staring into the light with big dumb eyes until it eventually became too much for him too and he had to turn his head away and squint his eyes. 

Then the light dimmed enough for him to open his eyes and lower his arms. 

Blazer had lowered to the ground at this point and taken off her mask and she… she..

She was still Blazer. Just not blond. And maybe about 2 inches shorted. 

This is what she was so nervous about? This is what this soul shattering feeling was coming from? Robert felt relieved, the feeling from earlier was dimming by now anyways. A laugh escaped him seeing Blazer stand there with a small hopeful smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re… disappointed?” 

Her smile fell, her head turned away.

At this point Robert couldn’t tell if she was joking or not.

“Are you kidding? I can’t tell if— are you joking or am I joking?”

Blazer made her way down the steps.

“It’s a big difference!”

She defended.

Robert had a toothy smile at this point. Beef had waddled off to piss on a tree, no longer interested in whatever was going on. 

“You’re, what? Two inches short?”

“And a brunette. Come on it’s—”

She stopped herself with a half scoff and folded her arms again.

“Okay, maybe is I wasn’t called Blond Blazer I wouldn’t be so self conscious about it. People have expectations and they never meet me first… It’s always the superhero. It’s hard to live up to.”

Robert smiled as he listened to her explain. The feeling from earlier was barely noticeable now, to the point where he couldn’t tell if they were his own nerves or hers. 

He stepped forward, reaching to caress the side of her face, brushing some hair back as he leaned in. 

This was the right thing to do.

It was what he was supposed to do in the moment. 

Their eyes closed and their lips pressed together, a short connection before going in for a longer one. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as their kiss continued and it felt..

Okay?

I mean her lips were wonderful of course but Robert was just expecting.. More?

He can feel her dread from down the hall, but the moment their lips touch there wasn’t really anything.. Robert felt happy of course, maybe Blazers happiness mixed with his own?

He knows that soulmates aren’t like in teenage girls fan-fictions, where there’s a burst of colour or some kind of big reaction when the bond clicks in place— Robert saved a teenage girl one time and she introduced him to tags he never knew existed but that’s besides the point!

He knows it’s not like that. But he’s still somewhat disappointed.

“Robert?”

Robert realised he had zoned out for a second there, hopefully he wasn’t making a face. Blazer was staring at him with concerned and anxious eyes

“Sorry, got a little distracted”

He gave a wink in hopes to smooth over his little blunder.

It seemed to work since Blazer simply smiled and went in for another kiss. Their foreheads pressed together instead.

Eventually they both pulled away.

“Was that less of a mistake than the first one?”

Blazer was smiling as she disconnected their heads.

“Little bit…”

“I’ll take a little bit”

They both chuckled for a second. 

Blazer pulled away, stepping back a few paces before turning back towards him and sticking her hand out to him.

“Hey, I’m Mandy.”

Robert took her hand.

“Robert… It’s really nice to meet you, Mandy.”

Mandy took her hand back and used it to brush hair behind her ear, a familiar habit of hers Robert has noticed.

“Likewise, would you like to have some dinner with me, Robert?”

Robert moved closer and held out his hand.

“I would love that.”

She took it and they walked hand in hand towards the little set up she had made for them. Beef had already been at the table, luckily his legs too short and body too round to actually steal any food like he had been planning to do.

The set up was cute, take out and wine in solo cups. Mandy had set everything up like they were at a restaurant though, from the candle in the middle of the table to how the plastic cutlery placement. 

It was cute and thoughtful, it made his heart swell. His chest felt tight still, but it was his first date in who knows how long so.. the nerves were well placed. 

“Woah. You fancy.”

Mandy walked around the table to take her seat.

“Well, It’s all Michelin stars when you’re on a date with me.”

 

They chatted and ate. Waterboy was still lingering around in the offices, cleaning the windows. Robert was starting to think that he was trying to eavesdrop. Him and Mandy were even joking about it. 

It wasn’t until Robert had just about finished his food that he suddenly felt winded. Nearly keeling over until his forehead touched the table.

Something was wrong.

He felt like he had just been punched in the gut.

“Rober?! Are you okay?”

Robert looked up to see Mandy with wide eyes and a concerned face. She wasn’t feeling this.. Or causing this. He forced himself to sit up as straight as he could considering the pain he was in. His words spoken through clenched teeth

“Yep. Totally, you uh, didn’t feel that by chance, did you?”

“Feel what?”

She stood up but Robert raised his hand to gesture that he was fine.

“Just- Super intense stomach pain is all.”

Robert tried to brush it off. Mandy really wasn’t feeling any of this.. 

“Crap. Did I just give you food poisoning on our first date?”

Robert stood up. The pain wasn’t constant, he wasn’t being beaten repetitively, but fuck that hurt. Where was it coming from?

“It’s probably nothing, just going to have a quick bio break.”

Mandy brought a hand to her forehead.

“Never gonna live that one down, am I?”

“Nope.“

Robert popped his P and headed out of the courtyard, leaving Beef behind to beg for more scraps. 

The loyal hound debated on following, but didn’t make it to the closing door in time due to him hesitating between his owner and food. 

Robert couldn’t stop for him either, he needed a minute to himself. 

 

He was only in the hallway for about 20 seconds before he felt like he just got clocked in the jaw. He fell to his knees, thank god he was back on his pain meds otherwise he probably would have struggled getting back up. 

He rubbed his jaw and put his back against the wall, putting his fists up.

This was new, this wasn’t just feeling a little off or his chest tightening up. 

He debated on if Visi had snuck in to get back at him for going on a date with Mandy and not her, but Visi wouldn’t be able to hold her breath for that long, and he hasn’t noticed any doors opening by themselves. 

He felt around the air, still on edge. 

If it wasn’t Visi than was it some else with similar powers? Hell maybe even a ghost??

 

Robert hurried his way to the restroom and waited around the corner, hoping he’d calm down. He’s starting to feel hot. A mix of anger and anxiety swirled inside him.

He heard foot steps approaching. 

The door opened and Robert raised his arm to swing, pausing long enough to see whoever it was first just in case Mandy had followed him to check if he was okay. 

Instead it was Waterboy. 

He nearly fell when seeing Robert come at him, thankfully Robert didn’t actually swing. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding seeing Waterboy stuttering and stammering there. He tried to untense his muscles and walked to the sink.

“Waterboy- God don’t do that to me bud, you almost gave me a heart-attack.”

“Sorry- Sorry! I just saw that you were um.. well you.. Are you okay?”

Waterboy hesitantly stepped closer.

Robert was leaning against the counter top, panting slightly, sweating.

“I’m.. I’ll be alright. just need a few seconds.”

“Do you want me to get Mrs. Blazer or um.. I can uh..”

Waterboy looked like he was mentally running in circles.

Robert watched him through the mirror.

“I’m alright. Also go home, shifts over.”

“I um. Right! Yeah. But I’ll uh.. wait in the hall for a bit just in case.”

Waterboy made his escape before Robert could protest against his loitering. 

 

Once the bathroom door closed and Robert was alone, he rested his forehead against the cool mirror and started whispering to himself.

“Please stop.. Whatever this is, please just stop..”

This was getting to be too much.. Between Shroud, his suit, the Phoenix program, and his own health Robert has enough to deal with.. If this isn’t a soulmate thing than it really might be some kind of health issue, or he really is being targeted by some kind of villain who can attack him without being seen or being in the area at least.

Whatever he was feeling had passed. Robert wanted to bury it and pretend it never happened, while hoping it never happened again. But he already knew he wasn’t going to get that lucky. 

Maybe he’d tell Chase.. Or maybe he’d leave it alone for awhile and hope tonight was the last night this happened. 

Hopefully he didn’t completely ruin his date..

 

When he exited the rest room he saw Mandy walking down the hall towards him, Beef running in front of her as if to lead the way. 

“You okay? Waterboy said I should come check on you.”

Robert rolled his with a light scoff. He bent down and scooped up his chubby companion who licked his face affectionately. 

“I’m alright, just been feeling a little off lately.”

“Is this about you getting checked out by the doctor? Because if you’re having issues Robert you have to tell me, both as your boss and as.. well.. whatever we are now.”

Robert hesitated, everything felt.. wrong. And he was still trying to pretend that it didn’t. He kept staring at Beef, because it was way easier to pretend to talk to his dog than it was an actual person.

“I’m not totally sure about what’s happening to me anymore.”

Mandy reached out and gently squeezed his bicep, causing him to finally look her in the eye.

“Whatever’s going on, I want to help. Why don’t I schedule you for a more thorough examine?”

Robert wanted to believe her, but something about tonight has just left a bad taste in his mouth..

“Maybe that’s a good idea.. Sorry about tonight.”

Mandy withdrew her hand and did her best to save the situation.

“No no it was great! I had a great time. We should have probably called it a night soon anyways. It’s gotten pretty late. Waterboy is already off cleaning the courtyard up. I’m starting to think he just doesn’t want to leave.”

She gave a short laugh, but Robert wasn’t really able to force the same. His mind felt like it was running for answers instead of being present in the conversation. 

“I’ll um.. Make it up to you. Somehow.”

Mandy leaned in and kissed his cheek, but he didn’t reciprocate. 

It felt wrong..  

His mind ran through the events of the day up until now, even that weird incident with Flambae. Maybe he knew something? Maybe the team were trying to pull some sort of weird prank on him and it backfired. 

Something in his gut wasn’t sitting right.

He gave Mandy a pat on the shoulder, that’s all he could muster right now. 

She walked him out, he was still feeling a bit out of it, but thankfully he was good enough to drive. Considering that sometimes he’d have to pilot and fight in a mech while bleeding out, he could handle driving a car while feeling a bit spacey.

 

When he got home he cuddled up with Beef on the floor until he felt normal enough to sleep.

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You're Under My Skin

Part 17

Flambae was already in a mood from last night.

His soulmate was going on a date with someone else and was happy about it. Prism had to talk him down last night, had to remind him that just because he has caught on to him and Robert being soulmates, doesn’t mean that Robert has caught on to it yet.

Flambae was still on the fence on if he should crash their date tonight.

His mood got worse when he landed on the balcony and walked inside only to see that a shorter man with a clipboard was waiting in the doors for him.

 

Flambae was about to walk past the man without even looking at him, but the man stepped in front of him to block his way.

“Uh. Exc-fucking-use me? Mind moving out of the fucking way. Sort of a landing zone here.”

“You’re Flambae, i persume?”

The man had to tilt his head just to talk to the flaming hero.

“Yes I am, and you-”

Flambae pressed his finger into the offending mans chest.

“Are in my way. So move it.”

The weasel of a man did not move. In fact, he just stepped more into Flambaes way.

“Actually Mr. Flambae. I’m here to discuss your flight license, or lack there of..”

Flambae raised a brow. Clearly this man was a fucking idiot.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I have a little card thingy that says I can fly for work.”

The prick clicked his pen and looked over his clipboard as he spoke.

“yes I noticed that. But you’re little card thingy, is a restricted license that allows you to fly FOR work. Not to and from work. You have to manage you transportation another way.”

Flambae felt like he was about to blow a fuse. His skin was heating up like an electric blanket.

“Fuck you mean ‘another way’!? How the fuck else am I supposed to get to work?! My car got totalled in the parking lot!”

The man looked up at him sternly.

“Then Uber.”

Oh this bitch—

Flames burst to life along Flambaes shoulders and up his biceps. He could see how the man shrunk into himself, the idiot clearly not thinking Flambae would actually do anything. Clearly he didn’t read Flambaes file.

“Fucking Uber-!? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

The flaming man didn’t get to continue his rant, a brown head of hair wedging itself between him and the stupid looking flight police guy.

“Woah. What’s going on here?”

“Awh fuck-”

“I was reminding this.. Hero. That he needs a license to fly.”

The clipboard guy was talking over Flambae, but it didn’t matter at this point. He’d rather deal with clipboard guy than Robert right now. He was still feeling weird about last night. Robert agreeing to a date with Blazer was like he was being rejected by his soulmate without even having the chance to confess.

He’s burning inside and out. And clipboard guy is just adding fuel to the fire by suggesting Flambae isn’t a real hero. He continues cursing well avoiding looking at his dispatcher. He wants Robert to go away so he can take everything out on the weasel of a man using him as a meat shield.

 

Robert raised a hand to the fiery hero, treating Flambae like he was a wild animal he was trying to calm. Is that how Robert viewed him?

“Alright take it easy. Flambae why don’t you cool off and I’ll handle this for you.”

“Don’t tell me what to do bitch.”

Go away go away go away-

Fuck he should’ve just taken the chance to walk off and avoid the situation, but words fell from him quicker than he could think, and his feet stayed stubbornly planted.

“I wouldn’t bother reasoning with him. Some people just have thick skulls.”

Flambaes glare snapped to clipboard dude, his blood boiling in that familiar hot rage. But before he could snap or burn the man alive. But before he could even get a curse out, Robert had started trying to deescalate.

“Listen.. Whatever your name is. As his superior, if you have a problem with him then you can take it up with me. I gave him permission to fly and I will get him his license as soon as I can. If you still have a problem with it then you can go talk to Blond Blazer.”

“My name is James, and my problem is with Flambae. Not Blazer. And now my problem is with you because you have no authority to be telling people that they can fly without a license”

James was getting more pissy, more bold too now that Robert was standing between him and Flambae, Robert being the perfect meat shield in this scenario. Flambae was beyond pissed now because it was one thing for this James guy to bother Flambae, but he wasn’t about to stand by and let him be a dick to Bob Bob.

Flambae took a half step forward, but Robert blocked him with his arm. Robert stepped into James’ personal bubble and got right into his face.

Seeing Robert lose his shit was a sight that nearly made Flambae forget that he was pissy with Robert earlier.

“Listen here you over-glorified traffic cop. Flambae is an excellent flyer, he’s busy doing his job which he is also fucking good at. But I know you obviously don’t care about that so why don’t you write your stupid fucking ticket and move on with your miserable fucking life.”

Great. Flambae is overheating for a completely different reason now.

Jame’ eyes narrowed into what was supposed to be a intimidating or stern glare, Flambae only saw a little man trying to look tough when he wasn’t. He clicked his pen, wrote something on his clipboard, then ripped a strip of paper off of it, shoving a ticket harshly into Roberts chest. And oh that little shit was going to pay for that.

Roberts arm swung up, fist closed. Flambae was watching in slow motion how Robert was about James shit.

 

Sadly, Roberts fist never connected. Blazer had rudely inturrupted by saving weasel man from a well earned beat down.

“Robert. Why don’t you and Flambae take a walk and cool off. I’ll handle this.”

Blazer looked somewhat disappointed in Robert, but he doubts she’ll do anything to reprehend him, hopefully. And hey! Maybe this little run in will make her reconsider her date with Robert! She may be disappointed in him but Flambae sure as hell isn’t! That was hot as fuck!

Robert gave her a nod and started walking off without looking back. Flambae shot James’ one last glare before following after Robert. His flames had long since died and his anger extinguished for the most part.

His eyes trailed Robert. No limp today, Flambae wasn’t feeling any tingles lately either. Good.

Robert wasn’t slowing down at all, wasn’t acknowledging Flambae following him. He was probably still pissed after dealing with that douchebag, so Flambae decided to be the one to break the silence.

“You didn’t have to do that. Didn’t need the help.”

Robert didn’t show any sign of slowing down or responding, so Flambae kept going.

“I mean seeing you lose your cool like that waaas kind of awesome though, like I didn’t know you had that side to you. You were going to knock that guy out, I would pay money to have seen that happen. Blazer really should hav—”

“You’re welcome. You should go cool off.”

Roberts voice was curt. It made Flambae straighten up. Shit.. Was he mad at Flambae too?

Flambae grabbed Roberts arm, whatever he was going to say leaves his brain the moment he sees Roberts face.

He looked a little red and sweaty, a bit of hair sticking to his forehead. Was Flambae running that hot? No one else seemed to be effected by him but Robert was standing the closets to him.

“You okay? You look a little.. uh.. flushed.”

Flambae didn’t want to let go of Roberts arm. He wanted to say more but it was like every word was sucked out of his brain.

Robert quickly shook Flambaes hand off. It made him pause and wonder if he had burned his dispatcher somehow, but he really wasn’t running that hot..

“Fine-”

Robert started, looking like he was about to snap at him the same way he had snapped at James. But he caught himself, fixed his tone and face when talking to Flambae.

“I’m fine. Sorry, just still a bit worked up. I’ll see you at first shift.”

Flambae wasn’t sure if he should be excited at the possibility of getting yelled at by Robert or excited at the fact that Robert had cared enough to fix his tone with him. He had very mixed feelings, the main two though were horny and confused. So it’s probably best they go their separate ways for now.

Flambae stiffly returned his hand to his side and looked away, because if he kept staring at Robert looking flushed like that he probably would keep rambling and end up saying something stupid.

“Oh, yeah sure man. See you then.”

 

Flambae went on a walk to clear his head, and to find that stupid flight cops car and melt its rims. He would have set it on fire but.. ya know.. he’s trying to cut back. Be a better hero and all that crap.

He couldn’t get the image of Roberts flushed face out of his mind.

Could that have been because of the soulmate thing? Was Robert feeling Flambaes heat?

Flambae pulled out his phone and started googling searching as he walked back inside from the parking lot, hearing the distant cursing of someone who just found their car somewhat melted.

His research just made him feel irritated. Everything was so vague, all bonds are different, some things could just be coincidences.

 

So is Robert even really his soulmate then??

That knee tingle incident just felt too accurate.. His voice in Flambaes ear piece making him tingle felt different than just a guy having a nice voice. But.. Maybe Flambae is overthinking all of this..

 

Robert dragged him into a private channel not long after Flambae had put his phone away.

 

Robert: Hey Flambae, got a second?

That voice in his ear again made him want to believe so badly that they were soulmates, that his dreams and feelings weren’t just from a flimsy crush that wasn’t going to lead to anything.

Flambae: Sure. What’s up.

Robert: I got Phenomaman to cover some missions for you so you can get your flight license, don’t really want a repeat of what happened this morning.

Flambae: Uh. Yeah. Sure, beats being followed around by that douche again.

Robert: Great! Sending you the information now.

 

Flambae passed with flying colors, obviously.

He was somewhat disappointed to miss out on some missions but he wasn’t gone that long thankfully.

He was sitting in one of the wreck rooms, waiting for his next mission and listening to the team banter.

He was mindlessly looking at his phone, trying to keep himself distracted so he didn’t overthink himself into irritation again.

Prism eventually found him, walking into the room while pulling out her vape. She took a drag of it and exhaled bubblegum flavoured air before plopping down on the couch next to Flambae.

“So..”

 

Flambae gave a confused tilt of his head and lowered his phone.

“So..?”

Prism elbowed him in annoyance.

“Bitch don’t dodge me. You didn’t tell me what happened last night with you and Robert.”

FLambae looked back at his phone and scrolled, trying to avoid the situation.

“Oh yeah.. He misunderstood. Thought I was inviting him out to a team thing or something. Doesn’t matter, I’m kind of over him anyways.”

“Over him?? Your soulmate is a bit dense when being asked out so you’re over him??”

Prism wasn’t buying it, Flambae could tell.

“You know I’m not even sure he is my soulmate. That leg thing could have been a coincidence you know. Plus he really isn’t my type so like. It’s whatever. Soul mates don’t really matter anyways right?”

Flambae looked at her out of the corner of his eye, which was a big mistake. She was not falling for this bullshit at all. Flambae isn’t even sure if he’s trying to convince her or himself.

Prism got and took another long drag of her vape.

“Alright. So if I go clock him in the eye right now, you won’t feel a thing? And if you do feel a little tingly, you won’t care?”

Flambae huffed and avoided her gaze again.

“Won’t make a difference to me.”

“Okay.”

Prism started making her way out of the wreck room.

Flambae straightened up in his seat right away.

“Where are you going?”

“Gonna go punch Mr. Dispatcher in the eye. Gave me a shitty mission today anyways so it’s kind of deserved.”

Prism headed out of the room, not acknowledging the hurried ‘wait wait wait!’s that followed behind her.

Flambae shoved his phone in his suit and hurried after her, quite literally hot on her heels.

“You can’t do that, you’ll get in trouble. Plus I thought you were starting to like Bob Bob??”

Prism tucked her vape away and started stretching her fingers out as she walked.

“I am. But if Visi can get away with it then so can I.”

They both got into the elevator, Flambae tried covering the buttons by standing in front of them. Someone else tried to get in with them but a glare from the pair was all it took for the person to change their mind and take the stairs.

Prism folded her arms.

“Thought you didn’t care?”

“Pshh. I don’t. I just don’t want you to get in trouble or have to deal with Chase. I mean we’re still on the clock after all.”

Flambae wasn’t ready to admit that he might care, because he fucking doesn’t. And he doesn’t appreciate his friend trying to prove otherwise. He leaned against the wall arms folded casually.

“It’s lunch in two minutes. I’ll just follow him into the breakroom.”

She reached her arm around his waist and hit the button for the dispatch floor.

Flambae stiffened up and narrowed his eyes at her. The doors closed giving them some privacy.

“I know what you’re trying to do right now, and I hate it.”

Prism returned to her folded arm position, matching his own.

“You gonna admit that you give a shit?”

Flambae scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Never.”

 

They waited in silence for the doors to open. Flambae had to keep himself from physically reacting to the ding of the elevator. Prism marched on out and Flambae did his best not to follow her.

He was going to press the closed button for the elevator doors. Anexity was building in his chest and he was hoping Robert couldn’t feel it. He was mentally preparing himself for the tingles in his face, but what he wasn’t prepared for was if he didn’t end up feeling them.

It shouldn’t matter if they aren’t soulmates. In fact, it would clear this whole situation up. So why was Flambaes chest coiled just at the thought of it?

When he turned around to press the button he caught a glimpse of what was about to happen.

His bestie marching towards the row of desks, fist locked and loaded. Then he saw Robert, poor, unsuspecting Robert. About to get his shit rocked for reasons unknown to him.

He was rushing after Prism and grabbing her arm faster than he realised. He dragged them into a somewhat empty hallway, thankfully before Robert could see them.

“Bitch I know you did not just grab me like that.”

Flambae let go right away but still kept her exit blocked off by standing in her way. He spoke in a hushed yell.

“Okay okay! You win! I care. Only the tiniest smallest bit. Only because I don’t think he deserves to get punched over this. you know turning over a new lea—”

Prism didn’t bother to listen to the rest of his bullshit rambling and started pushing past him. Flambae panicked and grabbed her by her shoulders. Flambae wasn’t a man who begged but right now he was begging. He wasn’t ready to face either possibilities of Robert being or not being his soulmate right now. Either option would probably send him spiralling.

“Okay!! I care! Please Alice..”

Prisms face softened.

“Awe, how am I supposed to say no to that face?”

 

Robert: Alright everyone, that’s lunch.

 

Flambae jolted as if Robert was standing behind him and not just talking through his ear piece.

Prism grabbed his arm and led him to a supply closet after checking to make sure the coast was clear. She flipped on the light and fixed her gaze on the taller man.

“Alright. Now that we got that out of the way, mind telling me how you went from asking him out last night to ‘I don’t care about him anymore’?”

Flambae squirmed on the spot, biting his lip. Eventually the words just fall out of his mouth at a rapid pace.

“I was asking him out but he wasn’t paying attention because Blazer showed up so I went up to the dispatch floor to catch him and make things more clear but then I overheard Blazer asking him out and he said yes-”

The older man gasped, trying to catch his breath after spewing all those words.

Prisms eyes widened. She took off her visors off and put them on a shelf off to the side.

“Woah woah woah. Ms. Blazer asked out Robert? Seriously? What does everyone see in that white boy?”

“Hey!”

Flambae barked, head snapping down at Prism.

“My bad, my bad. So.. We crashing the date then?”

Prism popped a hand on her hip.

“What!? No! well- maybe- I don’t know.”

Flambae shoved his hands in his hair and started pacing, similar to how he reacted to finding out Robert might be his soulmate.

“Listen. I know this is all kind of happening fast, but if you don’t lock him down then someone else will.”

“Not helpful!”

Flambae stressed and stopped pacing. He wasn’t too worried about Visi stealing Robert, he’s already rejected her before. But Blazer? Robert actually seems into her.

“I don’t know Alice.. He seemed happy when Blazer asked him out.. Maybe it’s best if I just ya know.. stay out of it.”

“Nuh-uh! You are not telling me you’re about to let what’s supposed to be the love of your life GO, just because he’s being dumb right now and making googoo eyes at his boss.”

Prism grabbed Flambae by the sides of his face and yanked him down to eye level.

“What the fuck bitch- I’m trying not to be selfish for once!”

His cheeks squished against his lips, muffling his words slightly.

“No you’re just running from your problems like usual.”

Prism knows its a low blow, but Flambae needs a wake up call. She smacks one of his cheeks lightly a few times to get her point across.

“You won’t be able to ignore it forever, it will eventually catch up to you.”

Flambaes eyes squinted at each smack, his face screwing up at being called out.

“But I want him to like me for me! Not because of some stupid soulmatey bullshit!”

Prisms grip softened, cradling his face instead of gripping it.

“Aw bae.. Of course he’ll like you. He just needs to get to know you. And you need to let him. Perrrferably before his date tonight with Ms. Blazer.”

He took a deep inhale through his nose and sighed. The fight draining out of him.

“Okay.. Okay. I’ll try.. But I’m still not sure about crashing his date tonight. You know what’s the saying? Uhh.. Love something and it lets you go? No that’s not right.”

Prism let go of the taller man, allowing him to straighten up. Placing her hand on her hip she tilts her head at him.

“You mean if you love something let it go? And if it comes back it’s yours.”

Flambae snapped his fingers at her.

“Yeah that! Except he’s mine either way so ya know, more like a one last date before I lock his ass down.”

Prism raises her hand and Flambae high-fives her.

“That’s my boy. I’m gonna hold you to that.”

Flambae smiled and gave her a hug, which was a bit awkward since Prism didn’t really do hugs.

“Thanks Alice, really.”

Prism suffered through the hug for a few seconds before pushing him off and grabbing her visors and putting them back on.

“Don’t mention it. Lunch?”

Flambae grabbed the door for her.

“You got it. I gotta tell you about this flight cop guy from this morning. Forgot his name but I melted the rims of his car- Also Robert totally came to my defence and lost his shit on him. It was actually kind of hot.”

Prism punched him in the arm, hard.

“Bitch! And you were STILL questioning yourself about him!?”

Flambae rubbed his arm as they walked down the hall to find some lunch.

“It’s complicated! Anyways he nearly punched him—”

Prism raised her hand to pause him.

“Hold up- You melted a guys car and Robert nearly punched the guy for getting pissed about it??”

“What no- Let me start over.”

The pair continued their gossiping over lunch.

Flambae felt better and a bit more certain about what he wanted to do with this soulmate situation.

 

That was until second shift.

Robert was quieter, just responding to calls and sending everyone off without much banter or chatter. He’d occasionally give his two cents to whatever conversation is taking place, but besides that he wasn’t fully present.

Flambae tried not to over think it too much.

 

“Anyone else notice how quiet Robo is being? It’s making me kind of nervous. Don’t think they’re rethinking the whole cutting someone thing, do you?“

Sonar was talking to Punch Up while pouring himself some coffee.

Flambae was trying to not to listen in, but of course he is listening because how could he not?

“I wouldn’t worry about it lad. Dispatcher probably just didn’t get enough to eat at lunch.”

Punch Up wasn’t worried.

And he was right. Nothing to worry about. Roberts probably just tired.

“Or he’s drooling over Blazer again.”

Visi appeared in the room with a huff.

“Guy even turned down a threesome. Knew I should have asked Blazer first.”

Sonar snapped to attention.

“A threesome? Is that still on the table, because I will tota—”

“In your dreams bat for brains.”

Visi didn’t even consider it.

Sonar deflated at the immediate rejection before trying to negotiate on a twosome. Punch Up ended up wandering off some point in the conversation, giving a proper Irish goodbye by well.. not giving one at all.

Visi was probably just venting, everyone knew she had a thing for Robert.

But it was starting to get to Flambaes head..

Was Robert really drooling over Blazer?

He was fine with him going on a date with her, because Flambae intended to steal him away with ease the following day. But what if Robert falls in love with her?? What if he already has?!

The rest of the shift he spent spiralling.

Robert didn’t even overly care about the few slip ups Flambae had on his missions. Did he even notice Flambaes distress!?

 

When the last shift ended, Flambae headed to the locker rooms.

He touched up the gel in his hair for the flight home. It was more comfortable and easier to shower at home than it was to use the ones in the locker rooms.

He waited for Prism outside of the womens locker room, but she seemed to be in a bit of a rush. She gave a ‘Don’t you dare back out of this.’ before wishing him luck and heading off further into SDN. Probably forgot her vape somewhere.

 

Flambae was walking towards the exit, dragging his feet while he mentally debated on marching through the halls until he found Robert and set things straight between them. But god, for the first time he was struggling to find the courage.

Thankfully he didn’t have to.

 

“Hey Flambae, got a second?”

Flambae turned to see Robert doing a light jog to catch up to him, Beef waddling with a determined furry face trying to keep up with his owner.

“What happen? Thought you had to hurry off to your date. Blazer stood you up?”

Okay he came off a bit more petty and snarky than he meant to, sue him. His supposed to be soulmate might be seeing someone else.

unless he really did get stood up.. Hope flared in Flambaes chest.

Please say yes please say yes please say yes.

 

“Nope. Still got a date to go to in a few minutes. But I did say I would take you and the team out for drinks or dinner some time. And that I would plan it with you today soo.. What did you have in mind?”

Robert looked up at Flambae with those damn brown eyes that Flambae couldn’t look away from, waiting for them to plan something together. Robert had rushed to catch up with him and risk being late for his date just to talk to him like he said he would. And— Oh Fuck it!!

Flambae reached down and started harshly pinching his own thigh, he kept his gaze on Roberts face, waiting for a reaction. He should feel this. Is it hard enough? He’s pretty sure he’s bruised himself at this point, he was getting ready to pierce his skin with his fingers but.. No..

“Whaaat are you doing?”

Robert simply looked confused. Tilting his head in the same manner that Beef was doing behind him.

Flambae stopped, his jaw going slack. Hope draining from him.

“Seriously?”

“Um.. Was that supposed to do something?”

It’s clear Robert doesn’t know what’s going on. His eyes are wide in concern and confusion.

Of course not.. Of course Flambae was wrong.. Of course it was nothing more than a one sided crush..

But he was so certain, Prism saw it too so why.. Why doesn’t he feel it too?

“Of course not. Why would it? Go get ready for you date before Blazer really does stand you up. Prism and I will plan the bar trip just bring your wallet on Friday.”

Flambae put his hands on his hips, not wanting to show even a hint of vulnerability in the moment. He wouldn’t be caught dead looking sad over a guy.

Just end the conversation so Flambae can go blow up his feelings in the parking lot.

Did he get it wrong? Soulmates are supposed to be subtle but the signs should still be there, especially with Flambae practically shoving it in Roberts face.. Are one sided soulmates a thing.. are.. they not soulmates?

“Oh. Yeah I can do that. ”

Robert stepped back and leaned down to scoop up Beef. The lard with legs licked Roberts face in appreciation, thankful for not having to take another step.

The look on Roberts face was off. Had he wanted to plan a proper outing for the team. Was Flambae being too harsh in his tone?

Robert started walking away, and Flambae tried to stop his heart from breaking.

This is fine. This is good even! Now he can get over this stupid little crush and move on with life! And hey good for Robert too right! Dating Blazer will probably be great for him.

This is fine! Really!

Best outcome!

Weight off his shoulders!

 

“Hey Bob!”

Robert turned to look over his shoulder. He’d see Robert tomorrow, and everything would go back to normal.

“Have a good date tonight. I mean it.”

Robert smiled, and a tiny being inside of Flambae wished to keep that smile for himself.

“Thanks Flambae. Have a goodnight.”

He’ll see Robert tomorrow..

So why.. Does he feel like Roberts walking away for good..?

 

Flambae was still trying to convince himself he was fine on his way to the parking lot. But he set fire to a planted bush by the doors.

His chest hurt, he wanted to burn more. But he lacked the rage he usually felt.

When he felt the wetness of his cheeks is when he decided to fly off in a ball of flame, where no water could reach him, not even water from his own eyes.

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It's Not That Gay If You Think About It.

Part 5

Robert doesn’t even know how the conversation got to this.

The rest of the group were talking among each other, occasionally joining in on each others conversations. Everyone was dressed in civies for once.

Phen or Visi were discussing Roberts kissing abilities for some reason, he had no clue how the original conversation of how much watermelon Phenomaman can eat led to how disappointing of a kisser Robert was.

Visi agreed adding her own experience.

 

“Neither of those times should count. You both surprised me and I was NOT trying to kiss either of you.”

Robert tried to defend himself from this slander.

“Should we ask Blazer then?”

Visi asked with an evil knowing grin.

Robert quickly shoved a big sized bite of his triple crunch taco and avoided eye contact. his is the last time he invites the team out for lunch.

“Okay woah, how many of you co-workers have you kissed Robert?”

Prism leaned on the table, involving herself more into the conversation.

“Phen and Visi don’t count. They kissed me, not the other way around.”

Robert insisted.

 

The room felt like it was getting hotter but it was probably just from being squished between everyone in their little booth.

Booth seats were not a good idea. Phen was to his right, Waterboy to his left, followed by Flambae and Prism. Poor Waterboy was sizzling from sitting too close to Flambae- Who the hell thought of this seating arrangement?? Everyone simply crammed in without thought.

The only thought out part of these seating was finding a booth with a wall that Mal could open a portal on so Golem could be part of the group well sitting outside.

 

“Ouch. Glad to know I didn’t count.”

Visi rolled her eyes. It was a long time ago, they both should be over it by now.

“I too am deeply offended Robert Roberson.”

Phenomaman frowned down at him.

Robert just gave a sheepish smile, not all that sorry for either of them.

“Sorry Bud.”

Robert wasn’t expecting Phenomaman to start leaning down.

“Perhaps we could kiss again to be sure of your capabilities.”

Before Robert could react, he heard a yelp from his other side catching his attention.

“U-UH! A-Actually- Maybe yo- Robert shouldn’t. M-Might make Visi jealous?”

Waterboy was stuttering which was.. concerning. He’s made so much progress with his confidence issues over the years, especially with the team.

“I won’t get jealous? I got over my crush on Robert like immediately, I’ve never met a man that made be dryer.”

Visi leaned back in her seat, seeming more than happy to watch the alien smooch their dispatcher.

Waterboy was struggling to find the right words.

“Rig-ight I was- ust you know, n-not ap- ac-?”

“Shut Up Wetboy.”

Flambae cut Waterboy off sharply, but still soft enough to tell he wasn’t actually pissed at the younger hero.

“Y-Yep shutting- Being quiet now.”

Waterboy grabbed his drink and started slurping on it.

Prism reached over Flambae to comfortingly pat Waterboys knee.

“Uhhh.”

Robert didn’t even bother addressing whatever that interruption was. Waterboy was probably just trying to save him from kissing Phen, or maybe he genuinely was worried about Visi? Robert didn’t have a lot of time to think on it since Phenomaman was still leaning over him.

Robert sighed and looked up at Phen. He wasn’t exactly excited to kiss him but might as well just get it over with. It’s not Phen will get attached romantically, and can’t do anything beyond kissing physically.

“Eh fuck it. Sure.”

Robert leaned up and Phenomaman met him half way. Their lips meshed, Robert physically cringed at the moustache getting shoved up his nose. But Robert was ready this time for their kiss, so he kissed him as normally as he could to try and dismiss the bad kisser accusations.

When they pulled away Robert made a face and pulled a strand of moustached hair out of his mouth.

 

“I suppose that is better than last time. Apologies for my the facial hair Robert Robertson, I suppose I am due for a trim.”

Phenomaman looked content with the outcome, if not a bit embarrassed about the moustache hair.

Waterboy yelped. Robert turned his head to see Golem reach through Mals portal and pick up a sizzling Waterboy. Flambae took Waterboys spot, Prism scooting with him before Golem place the sizzling hero safely next to the pop star.

“So we all getting a turn or what?”

Visi smirked, leaning on the table like she was getting ready to snatch Robert and pull him up on the table for the group.

Mal raised her hand, burrito held half eaten in her other.

“I’m down for that.”

Robert should have seen this coming.

He debated on fighting back, jumping through the portal to the outside and making a run for it. But he knows once the team gets an idea in their head, it will just spin around in their head until they find the next new thing or accomplish their first goal.

His debate was cut short.

Flambae grabbed him by both shoulders and pushed him back against Phens side to pin him. Their lips slammed together and god— No wonder Waterboy was sizzling, Flambaes felt like he was on fire despite not seeing any smoke or flames.

Flambaes lips moved smoothly against Roberts. It still felt different from kissing Phen. Flambae was big but Phenomaman was bigger. Flambaes lips though felt hotter, softer? The movements were more demanding and skilled. He didn’t grow out his facial hair, his scruff was rubbing against Roberts like velcro and it felt.. kind of okay? Weird but, better than the moustache.

Robert shouldn’t have left his jaw slack because Flambae slipped in the tip of his tongue to meets Robert. It felt like someone was using his tongue to put out their cigarette.

By time Roberts brain caught up he didn’t have the time to object. Flambaes lips heated to the point of burning.

Flambae pulled away thankfully, but not before leaving Roberts lips feeling like they had been soaked in hot sauce.

 

Robert quickly took a drink of his soda, but it did little to cool the burn. He spoke somewhat slurred since he was trying not to use the burned part of his tongue

“Was the tongue necessary?”

Flambae reclined with a satisfied yet mischievous smirk. His leg crossed over the other and both arms rested on the back of the booth, one above Robert. He was checking his fingernails casually, but his eyes kept darting to Roberts face.

“Yes, couldn’t let alien boy steal the show. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Welp. I’m wet”

Visi deadpanned with a sigh.

Golem joined the conversation.

“TMI V.”

“Soooo. My turn?”

Sonar spoke up from besides Mal. Even Mal shot him a confused look.

Robert however just glared because no, he doesn’t want to go through kissing everyone after just having his mouth burned.

Sonar raised his hands and lowered his ears.

“Kidding! Kidding!”

 

Everyone else had moved on with their conversations and seemed to be in good moods.

All except Robert.

Finishing lunch was awful, because eating tacos with hot sauce on them was unsurprisingly un-enjoyable. But Robert continued eating out of spite.

 

“Here.”

Flambae had placed a small thing of sour cream in front of Robert.

Robert shot him a glare.

“Don’t be such a bitch, it’ll help with the burn. Don’t be petty, just enjoy your tacos.”

Flambae had gone as far to pour some of the sour cream on Roberts left over tacos.

Robert wanted to be stubborn, but he also wanted to enjoy his tacos. So he accepted the sour cream and finished eating.

 

On their way out, while the group started dispersing, Robert couldn’t help but get a jab in.

“Oh Chad, hold on for a second.”

Robert waved Flambae over away from the group.

Flambae swaggered over with artificial confidence. Possibly worried about if he crossed the line earlier.

“Whats up Bobert?”

Robert crossed his arms and gave a serious look, his eyes glancing around to make sure no one else was listening or paying attention.

“I didn’t want to say anything in front of the others but.. Your lips are..”

Robert drew it out, which made Flambae teeter anxiously on his feet. A look of suspense stuck on his face.

“My lips are what..?”

Robert drew it out a bit more before finally speaking.

“Chapped.”

Flambaes face went from confused, to shock, to being appalled.

“They are not! I wear chap-stick!! See!?”

Flambae whipped out his chap-stick from his front jean pockets, proving that he indeed uses chap-stick.

Robert burst out laughing, because the chapped lips line was an oldie but a goodie.

Flambae rolled his eyes and slid the chap-stick back into his pocket.

“Oh ha ha, very funny. Bonezone said it once and now it’s a thing, I get it.”

Robert barely finished laughing by time Flambae had leaned in again.

“How about we try again, show you how chapped my lips really are.”

Robert simply raised his hand in between them.

“Pass. My lips have suffered enough for one day, thank you very much for that by the way.”

Flambae straightened up with a content grin.

“Can’t handle the heat Bob Bob? Maybe I should cool it down for you.”

Robert backed up, breaking the intimate distance they had with a mischievous smirk of his own.

“You? Cool down? Never. You’ll just have to find someone who can handle you on fuego.”

“You seemed to handle me fine before.”

Flambae was clearly referencing all the times him and Robert had gone toe to toe, inside and outside the office during their little argument and disputes.

Robert just fondly rolled his eyes with a smile and headed off towards his own car.

“I’ll see you at work Flambae.”

“Ugh.. See you later Bob Bob..”

Flambae mumbled something under his breath and uselessly kicked a rock on the ground before leaving

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Wasn't there an art trend like

[tokyo ghoul pinto]

I legit can't find it anymore if it ever did exist

I know the liverleaf one was a thing but I thought there was a different one

Am I crazy?

[wickedvikingart]

I sketched some blooper style comics for the end of Chapter 1 of my Flambert fic "Air Fryer" 🥰 I love the idea of Flambae just NOT nailing his lines. Which, in a way, is a call to Fahim Anwar and how he basically improv'd Flambae 🤣

Drunk edit: Flambae's face is so tiny in the first panel I'm so sorry lmao

Also, Chapter 3 of Air Fryer is now live! Things are getting SPICY 🌶❤️‍🔥💙🧡

[closedcurtains6]

It's Not That Gay If You Think About

It Part 4

Usually Flambae took the rejection gracefully.

Like Roberts been saying, it was a game between the two, harmless flirting for fun.

But sometimes Flambae got.. Frustrated?

Flambae would ask to take him home. Robert would reject him per usual. They’d banter a bit more and laugh by the end of it while continuing to bug each other. They’ve really become good friends over the years.

But on a few rare occasions, instead of bantering or laughing after the initial rejection, Flambae would storm off or skulk away to sulk. Sometimes even throwing in a snide remark if he was drunk enough

 

‘You’re not my type anyways’

‘I can get with anyone. I don’t need you. Lucky I even considered it. In fact I’m going to go sleep with someone now.’

‘You’re missing out. You don’t even know!’

One time he just muttered a quiet “Hoe” as he slunk off to sulk alone in a corner, or on Prisms shoulder. Sometimes he really would go find someone else to hit on only to still end up leaving the bar alone.

 

The comments seemed more defensive rather than aggressive, like he was trying to save whatever was left of his ego. Maybe Robert had rejected him too harshly those times? Or maybe Flambae had just drank too much considering he was usually heavily hung over by the next day.

It didn’t happen often, only a handful of times over the years.

Flambae would brush it off everytime once he was sober enough to remember what happened. Stress from family or work, the guy he had been seeing is being a dick, he’s going through a dry spell. The usual excuses from Flambae.

Flambae didn’t ever apologise directly. He’d give whatever reason had him in a mood that night, then bring Robert lunch or buy him a drink to make it up to him.

Which is improvement seeing as when they first met and were pissing each other off they didn’t acknowledge their wrongs and just continued poking at each other, then act like nothing happened the next time they saw each other.

 

Flambae has grown over time, so has Robert.

 

But there was one time that stood out to Robert..

 

They were at a club for their usual team bonding.

Robert spotted Flambae on the dance floor along with Prism, Sonar and Malevola. He had already had a few drinks, enough to loosen up a bit. He wasn’t a dancer but it’s part of the experience now.

Robert made his way over and started dancing with them. He shimmed with Mal, twirled Alice, boogied with Victor.

He didn’t even have to make his way to Flambae since he was already waiting for his turn.

A pair of warm hands landed on his hips well he was dancing with Victor, and Roberts face lit up at the prospect of their usual game. He was a bit surprised since they have been arguing a lot lately, Flambae had been a bit snippy with him the last little bit, but he was probably just in a mood, nothing too unusual.

He felt Flambaes chest press against his back, so Robert quickly spun around so they were face to face. Robert was greeted with Flambaes drunken mischievous grin.

Flambaes hands only left Roberts hips for a moment to let him turn around before taking back up their place. Robert always loved how warm his hands felt on his achy body. He didn’t like the casual touches at first, the hair ruffles, the casual arm around the shoulder or hand on his lower back. But over time he got used to it, fond of it even.

Flambaes thumbs rubbed along the edge of Roberts hip bones, never straying far down but still feeling incredibly intimate. Robert felt himself flush a bit, having not been touched like that before.

 

When he couldn’t ignore it anymore he gently grabbed Flambaes wrists, he barely had to apply any pressure before Flambae moved his thumbs to rest near the top of Roberts hips.

They kept bobbing side to side with each other while moving around the dance floor. Flambaes grin got toothy whenever their fronts brushed together, barely touching but still enough to notice, it felt intentional.

Again. It’s whatever.

Robert has jokingly grinded on the girls before when he was drunk enough, and has been grinded on, Flambae is no different, though they never did that.

They eventually separated. Had a few more shots with the team, danced with a few other people.

 

The team didn’t get wasted every time they went out like they used to, but tonight they were drinking alcohol like it was water.

Robert was dancing in a sea of sweaty bodies. His own body would punish him for it tomorrow, but right now he was too drunk to feel pain.

He felt hands on his hips, and for a moment he thought a stranger had grabbed him and was trying to grind on him. But it just turned out to be Flambae. Robert instantly relaxed, the older man just swayed behind him to the beat of the music, not grinding on him like he originally thought he would.

Sober Robert would know grinding with Flambae would be crossing the line, not to mention a HR violation but those don’t really exist. Sober Robert would see it as leading Flambae on, would agree to keep their playful flirting purely verbal.

But sober Robert isn’t here, drunk Robert is. And drunk Robert is a sassy bitch with a lack of impulse control.

 

And right now drunk Robert just sees Flambae as a friend he could do probably anything with and they could both laugh it off the next day and continue with their usual routine.

 

So yes. Drunk Robert curved his back to rub his flat ass against Flambae.

Robert didn’t notice the way Flambae tensed up, it wasn’t long before Flambae was following his lead anyways. They were dirty dancing on the dance floor, Flambaes hands moving from Roberts hips, up his sides, around his waist.

Roberts own hands would move over top of Flambaes, slide up his arms, reach up behind himself to hold onto the older mans shoulder.

Flambae spun them around so they were face to face, but they kept grinding on each other. He didn’t notice how Flambaes face was so close that they were breathing the same air, he was too busy staring into those bright eyes that were glowing yellow. The older mans eyes were like a mood ring, and Roberts come to understand that yellow was good.

 

He didn’t pay attention to how hard Flambae had gotten until he realised that he was also getting a bit hard. Only then did he gently push Flambaes waist away, but Flambae was reluctant to let go of the shorter man.

Robert chuckled and did his best to speak over the music, leaning in so Flambae can hear him.

“We should stop.”

“Why?”

 

Flambae called back, looking confused and a bit disappointed

 

Robert just gestured to the tent Flambae had pitched.

Flambae just got a mischievous grin and pulled Robert closer.

“Come to the bathroom and help me with it.”

“In your dreams.”

Robert leaned back, but Flambae leaned forward to stay close.

“How much longer are you going to tease me for Robert?”

He sounded a bit frustrated, but also longing?

Roberts brain wasn’t able to process the tone right now. He just kept smiling.

 

“Until you tell me to stop.”

”Whoa, easy there big guy. Still not into kissing dudes but nice try.”

Flambae leans in more. His eyes starting to close, lips getting closer to Roberts. Robert panicked and pushed him away. That sobered him up enough to draw a line, maybe if he was drunker he wouldn’t care about something small like a kiss. But he knows this would be going too far.

 

This was the part where Flambae laughed.

 

”Are you seriously still saying that? Even after all that? You’re just going to keep leading me on??”

Flambae’s body got ridged and heated in an unpleasant way. That beautiful yellow in his eyes swirled into a blood orange that Robert had come to associate with anger.

 

He hadn't laughed..

 

Robert felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him, but he was still struggling to sober up the rest of his brain cells. … Why isn’t he laughing?

 

“Lead you on..?? What are you talking about? Since when has me saying I’m straight been leading you on?”

 

Flambae stepped forward. Robert tried to step back but couldn’t unless he wanted to ram himself into the dancing strangers that surrounded them.

Flambae leered over him, a mix of emotions in his eyes that was hard for Robert to decipher when his brain was busy fighting the toxins of alcohol.

 

“You can’t fucking work me up every time then blue ball me with that ‘I’m straight’ bullshit! If you’re so fucking straight then why do you get so excited whenever we do this back and forth! Do you just like fucking with me!?”

Robert went wide eyed and slacked jaw. He was so stunned locked that he couldn’t form an actual sentence. Had he actually been leading Flambae on? He thought they were cool, that this was mutual fun..

Robert could only watched as Flambae pushed his way through the crowd, nearly burning the people he pushed past as he stormed out.

 

Robert left not long after that. Giving a half assed excuse, just walking out on the rest of the team.

He felt like shit. He wanted Flambae to show up and punch him so thing could go back to normal. He did his best to remind himself that Flambae was probably just having one of his bad days..

But something ugly kept eating at his chest. Thankfully the alcohol helped him sleep.

 

The next day he was hungover. He wallowed in bed alone, Chase still having Beef. He kept checking the group chat but saw that Flambae hadn’t said anything.

 

He tried convincing himself that Flambae was probably still asleep or hungover, but metas rarely had as bad hangovers as normal people.

 

It wasn’t until later that night when Robert finally broke and texted him.

 

Robert: Can we talk about last night?

 

…

Minutes passed with no reply.

He debated texting Alice just to make sure Chad got home okay. But he eventually noticed that his message got left on read.

Alright. Fine.

He needs a bit longer to cool off. He’ll just try again tomorrow.

It’s not like Flambae can avoid him forever. They have work on Monday.

The ugly feeling grew in his chest that night as he tried to sleep, scratching at the inside of his rib cage like a beast trying to escape. The only thing able to sooth him and the beast to sleep was Beefs blissful snuggles. Thankfully Chase had dropped him off that morning.

 

By Sunday, Robert was starting to get annoyed.

Flambae still hooked up with randoms all the time, so why did their little flirting matter?

 

Even if Robert was into dudes and accepted Flambaes offer, it wasn’t like anything would come from it. Was it that important for Flambae to add Robert to his phones roster?? For him to be added to the fuck buddy list?

 

He had to go work on the mech suit and go on a patrol to keep himself from stewing. It helped clear his head.

 

He got home to still no text.

He wanted to clear things up before tomorrow. Robert wrote a text, only to delete it and rewrite it. He kept swinging back and forth between being petty and from being crushed from an overwhelming sense of guilt.

 

He ended up settling for something somewhat professional.

 

Robert: I want to apologise for how I have been acting towards you. It was unprofessional and wrong to flirt with you like that and it won’t happen again. Hope we can still be friends. All the best.

That message got left on read too, but that wasn’t Roberts problem. He did his best to right the situation. He’ll probably get punched in the face tomorrow and it will be over with.

But part of him still felt weighed down by the thought that it won’t be that simple to fix this.

 

Monday came, and Flambae was avoidant, if not a bit petty towards Robert. Robert would be petty back a few times, or ignore Flambae and try to remain professional.

Sometimes though, he’d have a hard time even looking at Flambae without feeling guilty and ashamed at how he acted.

Flambae yelling at Robert about leading him on really struck Robert in the worst way possible and the shame of it stuck.

 

“Okay.. So I may have messed up a bit with yelling at you the other night.. But uh.. Yeah. Apology accepted or whatever. We can go back to normal now.”

At the end of the day Flambae was waiting for him. Robert was expecting to get jumped in the parking lot when he saw Chad waiting, so he put Beef down so the pooch could watch from a safe distance. But instead Chad was standing there with his arms crossed, avoiding eye contact. The guy looked constipated with how he was fighting his expressions.

“Back to normal as in..?”

Robert stared at him deadpanned. He’d be lying if he said the weight on his shoulders hadn’t lifted a bit, but he still wasn’t letting the fiery hero off the hook that easy.

“Like we can go back to joking around and flirting and stuff. No biggie. Just, maybe we take it easy on the grinding a bit next time.”

Flambae kicked the ground lazily, still avoiding eye contact.

 

“Yeah.. I don’t think there will be a next time. I don’t really think it’s a good idea to flirt like that anymore. I think I’d like to keep a more professional friendship.”

Robert tilted his head in thought and held his chin. He’s relived that Flambae isn’t going to hold a grudge, but he thinks he’s already crossed the line to fully go back to the way things were. He wouldn’t be able to joke around like that without feeling like he was leading Flambae on anymore.

 

“Are you co-worker-zoning me right now??”

Flambae looked at Robert with a face of disbelief.

 

“No, not what I said. We’re still friends, I just think maybe our friendship needs some boundaries.”

Robert quickly shook his head.

“Boundaries?! Bobert I said I was sorry!”

Flambae looked even more taken aback.

“Actually, you didn’t. And boundaries aren’t a bad thing Flambae.”

Robert rolled his eyes and started walking towards his car, Beef trotting along his side.

“Okay well I’m saying it now. I’m sorry. There. Now we go back to normal, non of that boundary bullshit.”

Flambae followed after them.

Robert raised a brow as he made it to his car.

 

“What do you have against boundaries?”

“No one else on the Z-team has boundaries with you, not even Invisabitch! I don’t want to be the only one getting put on a leash here.”

Flambae stopped beside him, folding his arms again.

“Then maybe I should cut back on the flirty behaviour with everyone.”

Robert sighed and put Beef into his car.

“Okay yeah no. I hate you being ‘professional’ more than I hate when you pretend to deepthroat a twinkie.”

Flambae seemed to be thinking about Roberts answer while Robert headed around to the drivers side of the car and got in.

Robert starts up the car.

“I’m not pretending when I do that.”

“Wh- ROBERT!”

“see you tomorrow Flambae.”

Robert drove off.

 

Robert went back to acting normal, minus anything that could be considered overly flirty. He wasn’t mad at Flambae like Flambae seemed to think he was, he simply just didn’t think it was fun or appropriate anymore to act that way, if anything he was embarrassed of acting like that now.

It took weeks, maybe months for them to get back to their normal back and forth.

During that time Robert had come to realise that Flambaes feelings were a bit more than being friends or just trying to sleep with Robert. So even when the went back to their normal behaviour he decided to be more mindful of that.

Authors Note: Will probably make this a series on AO3 so I can go into more detail on what happened before they went back to normal in a seperate fic.

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I somewhat head cannon that if Beef was on a proper diet and lost some weight, Robert would genuinely believe that he's malnourished.

It doesn't help that Beef would %100 guilt trip him and act like he was starving.

Robert was trying to sneakily give Beef some of his dinner

Flambae: Robert don't you fucking dare.

Robert deadpanned: You're killing him, Chad.

Beef, a perfect weight if not still a little overweight, also acting like he's starving and dying.

Flambae: you two are pathetic.

Flambae ends up having to figure out low calorie snacks to appease Robert and Beef.

Yes I somehow managed to turn my silly head cannon into a Flambert thing. My bad.

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Word vomit

This isn't what I usually post about but I kinda wanna do a Supernatural rip-off story eventually.

It's obviously on the bottom of the to-do list but like I had this idea of supernatural but with smaller arcs so that the main focus would just be the monster hunting.

I call it a rip off since it would be too similar to Supernatural for me to confidently say that it's an original story, but also too different to be considered a fanfic

I could just do a fanfic yeah but then i feel a bit more restricted. Cause I'd be too focused on trying to keep the characters from being too out of character.

If they're out of character then I might as well just make OCs that are just similar because I do like Sam and Deans personalities and relationships, but I think I'd have more fun just making OCs that are just similar.

I know I could just do an alternate universe or something but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

I think I'm going to do a different world since I wanna add my own monsters and do my own spin on existing monsters, maybe do levels like for example a lore accurate vampire might be a low level threat well a vampire with a bit of a twist would be higher level threat or vise versa.

That way I could still do some lore accurate monsters well still having my fun with making shit up.

To be honest I probably won't be able to make many decisions on it until I actually work on it which won't be anytime soon but I'm already having ideas about it.

I also want it to be a comic since I think I'd enjoy drawing it rather than writing it.

I'd probably post it here or on webtoons or wherever else.

I know I can't work on it so instead I'm just shouting my idea into the void. Thank you for reading❤️

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You're Under My Skin

Part 16

Robert came into work with a pep in his step, Beef happily trotting in behind him.

Who knew getting a date could be so mood lifting?

His good mood was put on pause when he heard arguing by the doors to the balcony.

He really was going to ignore it. But he was well acquainted with one of the annoyed voices, and knowing who it was meant he should probably break out whatever disagreement that was taking place before someone got burned.

Beef wandered off to Chase’ desk so he could be spoiled by the elder man, well Robert headed over to the balcony doors where Flambae was arguing with a man with a clipboard.

Roberts never seen the man before, and he doesn’t look like a fellow dispatcher.

“Then Uber.”

The man sternly spoke, but shrunk into himself the moment that Flambae started flaming up.

“Fucking Uber-!? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Flambae looked like he was doing his best not to punch the man with a clipboard, but he’s clearly reached his limit.

Robert felt his body heat up the closer he got, obviously from Flambae producing extra heat because he was angry. He hurried his steps, stepping between the two before things could escalate further.

“Woah. What’s going on here?”

“Awh fuck-”

“I was reminding this.. Hero. That he needs a license to fly.”

The pair talked over each other.

Clipboard guy was quick to try and explain the situation, though Robert felt his own anger start to simmer when hearing the way the man sarcastically said ‘hero’. As if Flambae wasn’t actually a hero.

Flambae looked exasperated to see Robert rather than relived, letting out a curse at the sight of him. Curses were starting to spill out of Flambaes mouth, Robert had to interrupt him before he could curse out the mans entire bloodline

Robert raised a hand to the fiery hero, treating Flambae like he was a wild animal he was trying to calm.

“Alright take it easy. Flambae why don’t you cool off and I’ll handle this for you.”

“Don’t tell me what to do bitch.”

Flambae redirected his glare towards Robert, his eyes glowing a vibrant orange. His top lip pulled up in a small sneer.

Robert didn’t take it personally. He has been on the receiving end of Flambaes temper before. He knows the man is just worked up. But the idiot with the clipboard is just adding fuel to the literal fire anytime he opens his mouth.

“I wouldn’t bother reasoning with him. Some people just have thick skulls.”

Robert felt like fire was being injected into his veins, he doesn’t usually get this angry over people running their mouth- Well scratch that.. He’s beaten people up for less.. But usually it feels different, a cold calm rage rather than this burning furious one.

He didn’t realize he was getting this defensive over his new team already.

Robert turned his attention back to the annoying ass clipboard guy, probably around the same age as Robert, he looked more put together though, clothes tucked and all.

“Listen.. Whatever your name is. As his superior, if you have a problem with him then you can take it up with me. I gave him permission to fly and I will get him his license as soon as I can. If you still have a problem with it then you can go talk to Blond Blazer.”

Robert felt a bit bad for redirecting the guy to Blazer, he was hoping that name dropping her would be enough for him to back off.

Sadly Robert just couldn’t get that lucky.

“My name is James, and my problem is with Flambae. Not Blazer. And now my problem is with you because you have no authority to be telling people that they can fly without a license”

James was getting more pissy, more bold too now that Robert was standing between him and Flambae, Robert being the perfect meat shield in this scenario. Flambae took a half step forward, but Robert blocked him with his arm.

He felt like there was a fire in his chest that was about to burst out of his mouth.

He got right in James’ face, completely loosing his cool.

“Listen here you over-glorified traffic cop. Flambae is an excellent flyer, he’s busy doing his job which he is also fucking good at. But I know you obviously don’t care about that so why don’t you write your stupid fucking ticket and move on with your miserable fucking life.”

James’ eyes narrowed into what was supposed to be a intimidating or stern glare, but he just looked angry and arrogant to Robert. He clicked his pen, wrote something on his clipboard, then ripped a strip of paper off of it, shoving a ticket harshly into Roberts chest.

“I think I will be having that talk with Blond Blazer.”

That little shove was all it took for Roberts remaining patience to snap. His fist closed, arm reeled back. Then suddenly Blazer had appeared and shoved her way between him and James before Robert could swing.

Robert was forced out of his tunnel vision only to see Blazers shocked and disapproving gaze.

“Robert. Why don’t you and Flambae take a walk and cool off. I’ll handle this.”

Robert just nodded and walked off, Flambae following him instead of going his own way. The heat from him was dying down, thank god. Robert could feel that he had been sweating from standing so close to him. His insides were still burning, but they were embers now instead of big flames. Is this how Flambae feels all the time?

Roberts not used to anger having such a big effect on him. Z-team must be rubbing off on him.

 

He kept his head down as he walked. How much of that had Blazer seen? How much did she hear? He really had to go and act out before their big date. He wouldn’t blame Blazer if she cancelled at this point. Way to ruin a good day for himself.

“You didn’t have to do that. Didn’t need the help.”

Flambae finally spoke up after being quiet for so long. But Robert didn’t want to hear him being ungrateful right now. He can go act tough somewhere else. Flambae kept talking before Robert could say anything about it.

“I mean seeing you lose your cool like that waaas kind of awesome though, like I didn’t know you had that side to you. You were going to knock that guy out, I would pay money to have seen that happen. Blazer really should hav—”

“You’re welcome. You should go cool off.”

Robert cut off Flambaes rambles and tried to walk away, but Flambae grabbed his arm. Robert turned to see a confused look on Flambaes face.

“You okay? You look a little.. uh.. flushed.”

Flambae looked hesitant to let go of Roberts arm.

Robert shook Flambaes hand off probably a little quicker than he should of.

“Fine-”

Robert caught himself before he could fully snap at Flambae. He still felt heated, but he couldn’t tell if the heat came from anger, from Flambae, or from his weird hot flashes he’s been getting. He doesn’t overly feel too angry anymore, but he still needs to go cool down for a bit.

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, fixing his tone before speaking again.

“I’m fine. Sorry, just still a bit worked up. I’ll see you at first shift.”

Flambae looked even more confused when his hand was shook off, he quickly withdrew his hand to his side and looked off to the side somewhat awkwardly.

“Oh, yeah sure man. See you then.”

Robert wasn’t focused enough to take notice of Flambaes reaction, he was probably just thrown off by how Robert is acting.

He didn’t say anything else and simply turned on his heel and marched to the mens room.

 

Robert made it to the bathroom without issue.

He leaned against the counter and started splashing cool water on his face to cool off. He was starting to feel a little bit better. The heat still lingered but at least it was slowly starting to die down.

He lifted his head to look at himself in the mirror. Flambae was right, he did look flushed. He looked like a mess. Hair sticking in different directions from being slicked up by water, some droplets had landed on his shirt, and he also had some sweat marks which was just great.

“What is with me lately..”

Robert let out an exasperated groan when staring at himself in the mirror.

“Beats me. The hell happened to you? Shift hasn’t even started yet and you already look like shit.”

Robert watched Visi’ reflection warp into sight. She leaned against the counter getting a good look at him.

Robert didn’t bother turning his head, he just watched her through the mirror. Usually he didn’t mind bantering with Visi, despite him rejecting her he’d still say they’re somewhat on good terms. Friendish.

But right now Robert just wanted to be left alone. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to fix it but just making it worse.

“You gotta stop sneaking into the mens bathroom.”

“Or what, you’ll report me? I don’t think HR actually exists in this branch.”

Visi pulled herself up to sit on the edge of the counter.

“Which is great for you since I heard you and Blazer have a little date tonight.”

Roberts eyes shot open, his head snapping to look at Visi. His expression quickly shifted into a stern glare. Could he ever get some privacy??

“Were you there?”

Visi leaned in with a smirk.

“Maybe..”

Robert just shook his head in annoyance and moved to the blow dryer to try and dry his shirt a bit.

“Geez I was kidding.”

She hopped off the counter and followed a few steps behind Robert.

“Overheard her on the phone earlier talking about a date. Put two and two together on my own.”

Robert groaned. At least she didn’t hear their actual conversation.

“And what if we do.”

Visi leaned against the wall, arms crossed and a wide smirk.

“I’m totally open to being a third.”

Robert really shouldn’t be surprised by the things this woman says anymore. There probably wasn’t even going to be a date anymore after how he acted this morning.

“Visi, get out.”

 

“I’m just sayin—”

“Out.”

Visi huffed and pushed off the wall, speaking over her shoulder as she walked for the exit.

“You really need to get that stick out of your ass. Could totally help with that too by the way.”

She bumped into another hero on her way out, but she went invisible and left before they could say anything. The other hero looked unimpressed but also used to the antics of this branch.

Robert kept trying to dry his shirt of sweat and water droplets. He could already tell today was going to be one of those days where everything is going to suck. The wind in his sails from when he first skipped into the office were quickly dropped.

 

After tidying himself up and cooling down, Robert made a stop by Blazers office. He knocked and was quickly met with a “Come in.”

Robert came in and quietly shut the door behind him. He didn’t move further into the office since he wanted to make this quick.

Blazer on the other hand lit up at the sight of him. Even gesturing for him to come sit.

“Oh! Robert come in! I thought you were getting ready for first shift.”

Robert paused by the door before wandering closer to the desk, hesitating to actually sit down.

“I was. I just wanted to apologise for how I acted earlier. That was completely unprofessional of me and I understand if I get written up or.. If you no longer want to go out with me-”

Blazer was quick to cut him off.

“Woah woah. Slow down. I don’t want to cancel our date over this.”

Robert slowly sat down, still having a bit of an unsure face.

“Even after I almost punched a flight officer in the face?”

Blazer tapped a finger on her desk well looking down with a slight smile.

“Well, honestly I wanted to punch him to. Those guys can get real annoying to deal with.”

She leaned back in her seat and looked at him.

“But yeah.. can’t really say I approve of you losing your cool. But I don’t blame you for it. Just try not to do it again.”

Robert nodded then leaned forward towards the desk.

“Soo.. We’re still on for tonight?”

“It’s a date.”

“I’ll see you after work then.”

Robert smiled and stood up, leaving the office.

 

Robert made his way back to his desk, happily putting his headset on to start his shift.

“You alright kid?”

Chase popped his head over the divider, a slightly puzzled look on his face.

“Never better.”

Robert gave him a smile before turning back to his screen. The hero icons popping up one by one.

Chase looked like he wanted to say more, but seeing that Robert seemed to be in a good mood he decided to drop it.

It was a bit busy today. Robert was actually thankful Phenomaman was on the team to help out. The only problem was when the super was dragging his feet due to his continue depression from being broken up with.

The alien seriously needs some therapy.

Robert needs him to get his shit together though so that he can pull Flambae out of missions for a bit to send him for his flight license.

Robert moved him and Phenomaman to a private call for a quick pep talk.

Robert: Hey bud, what’s going on today?

Phenomaman: I have received news that you and Blond Blazer will be having dinner tonight. Is that true Robert?

Robert.. Did not think this through at all. Yeah Blazer had probably been thinking of leaving Phenomaman for a while, but this is all fresh for Phenomaman. He’ll just have to face the music, if his head gets crushed well.. he sort of had it coming.

Robert: uh.. sigh. Yeah, it’s true.

Phenomaman: I see.. Then she truly has moved on from me.. and with an even worse kisser.

Robert: I deserved that. Listen Phenomaman I’m sorry, I should have taken you into consideration before agreeing to a date with Blazer.

Phenomaman: She is the one who asked you? This is.. not, optimal.

Robert: Phenomaman, how can I make it up to you? Anything you want. As long as it’s not blowing up the sun or something.

Phenomaman: Anything..?

Robert: I might regret this buuut yeah. Sure.

Phenomaman: I have recently started getting involved in a game called ‘Magic the gather’. There’s a store that does card trading but.. I am having trouble approaching people. They mostly just approach me as a fan rather than a friend or, fellow magic the gathering enjoyer.

Robert: What are you asking me? You want me to uh, come with you? Help you trade cards or make friends..?

Phenomaman: I would appricate that greatly Robert Robertson. Now that you have taken my only true friend from me, I’ll need to fill the void with other things.

Robert: Of course. Alright. Tomorrow after work I’m all yours, how does that sound?

Phenomaman: Phenomenal.

 

Robert closed the private channel he had open and started sending Phenomaman out on a mission. He was feeling hesitant on moving Flambae to a private channel but he couldn’t really explain to himself why. Maybe it was just shame from losing his cool earlier and having someone he’s supposed to be setting a good example for see it all.

He dragged Flambae in a call and clicked around on his screen until he got the flight school window open.

 

Robert: Hey Flambae, got a second?

Flambae: Sure. What’s up.

Robert: I got Phenomaman to cover some missions for you so you can get your flight license, don’t really want a repeat of what happened this morning.

Flambae: Uh. Yeah. Sure, beats being followed around by that douche again.

Robert: Great! Sending you the information now.

 

It was a busy and semi stressful shift, but at least he’s gotten Flambae dealt with and cleared things up with Phenomaman.

Now all he has to worry about is his date tonight with Blazer.

 

Lunch came. Robert was taking his headphones off, just about to get up and head to the break room for some coffee and whatever candy he can get out of the vending machine.

A gentle hand rested itself on his shoulder. Robert turned his head up to see Chase standing there with a solemn expression on his face, his bag over his shoulder.

“Take a walk with me.”

Robert raised a befuddled eyebrow and got up to follow him.

“Oookay? Everything alright unc?”

Beef hurried after them, hot on their heels not wanting to miss a chance at lunch.

Chase didn’t respond. He led Robert into an empty conference room and calmly set his bag down on the table.

“Sit.”

Robert walked into the room and sat down not far from where Chase was standing. He watched as the older man dug through his bag, pulling out two baggies with sandwiches in them.

“So.. We having a lunch date now?”

“Something like that.”

Chase handed one of the sandwiches to Robert before sitting down with his own.

“Alright.. You gonna keep freaking me out orrr are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

Robert held the sandwich in his hands, but he couldn’t eat until he knew what’s Chase’ deal was. Was he dying? Did something bad happen?

“Would you knock that off? I can see the gears shifting in your head from here.”

Chase scoffed.

Beef had been pacing back and forth between the two, waiting for whoever would give in and give him some of their lunch first.

Chase pulled some ham out of his sandwich and dropped it for the furry little mooch, giving the dog a few pats before sitting back up to face Robert.

“Nothing bad happen, so quit worrying yourself. You look two seconds away from a fucking heart attack, and out of the two of you shouldn’t be the one having one. Wipe that look off your face.”

“Could of just said you wanted to have lunch together instead of silently leading me into an empty conference room.”

Robert rolled his eyes, but he visible relaxed a lot more after being told nothing was wrong. He took a bite out of his sandwich, then proceeded to do the same thing Chase had done by giving him a large piece of his ham.

It was silent for a second. There were a lot of things Chase wanted to say now that it was just the two of them there. But break wasn’t going to last forever, and he needed to cut to the chase.

“You ever think about soulmates Robbie?”

Robert nearly chokes on his food. It takes him a moment to actually swallow and figure out a response to that. He’s never really talked about soulmates beyond when kids would always gush about it in school.

“Think you’re a bit old for me gramps.”

Chase scoffed through his chuckle and kicked Roberts chair leg.

“I wasn’t talking about me asshole. Or well.. I was. But not with you that’s for sure!”

Roberts face went from shocked to excitment.

“You? You got yourself a soulmate?? Who is she? Or is it a dude?”

Chase kicked his chair hard again. His face started to fall, like he was bringing up something painful.

“SHE, is non of your business. You don’t need to know her name. Things didn’t work out perfectly like people dream they do.”

Roberts own face fell as well. Obviously Chase was sharing something extremely personal and had hurt him.

“Well.. What happened?”

Chase leaned back and gave Robert a pointed look.

“It was a few years after you started dodging me.”

Robert shrank into himself a bit at the reminder, but Chase continued his story. Gaze drifting off towards the wall as he lost himself in a memory of someone who wasn’t there.

“Had gotten an apartment in the center of town, lived across the hall from the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.”

Chase put his sandwich down, too invested in his story telling to actually eat.

“I didn’t know it at the time, but she was my soulmate. Signs were so subtle but I eventually clued in when she invited me over for dinner and accidentally cut her finger well cutting up some lettuce, and I felt it in my own finger.”

Chase looked down at his finger, the memory so vivid that he could almost still feel the tingle in his hand that had let him know his soulmate was hurt.

“We had been living across each other for a while by then, became somewhat close. The bond was getting clearer. I wasn’t sure if she had noticed it yet.. I don’t think she did but..”

Robert watched his friends sad eyes drift off again. Beef was nudging Chase’ leg with his snout and whined. But it was hard to tell if he was comforting the man or begging for more food.

“She.. Rejected you..?”

“No. I never confessed. Once I realised what was happening, I packed up and moved without a proper goodbye.”

Robert was on the edge of his seat now.

“What-? Why!? I know dating as a super is hard and all but-”

“Robert.”

Chase deadpanned before gesturing fully to himself in all his old man glory.

Robert sunk into his seat, not liking the reminder of his friends condition.

“Right.. But. If you guys are soulmates, you guys could have figured it out.”

“She deserved better than that Robbie. Hell she was older than me and I already looked a few years older than her. It wouldn’t have been long before I looked double her age, especially with the phase I was going through, running all the time despite knowing what it was doing to me.”

Chase stood up and started digging in his bag again.

“Soulmates are optional. But being with her.. It had to be the happiest I had been in a long time.”

Roberts eyes locked onto what Chase was pulling out of his bag. He was out of his seat when he realised what it was.

“Hey- How did you get that-”

Chase held Roberts medical report out to Robert.

“I was looking in your bag for some extra treats for Beef and spotted this.”

Robert looked even more confused when looking at the paper.

“What? So you came to tell me your sob story then lecture me about my health.”

“You know for a smart guy you can be really dumb sometimes.”

Chase snatched the paper back and looked at the list of possibly causes before pointing out the soulmate one.

Robert took the paper back, looking at it in disbelief at what the older man was suggesting.

“Wait wait. You think the reason I’m experiencing all this is because I’m in contact with my soulmate?”

“What else could it be?”

“Gee I dunno, being blown up seems to be a big contender.”

Robert put his sandwich down. He had been holding onto it like a stress ball this whole time that his fingers had imprinted on the bread.

“Uh-huh. So you’ve been experiencing these symptoms your whole recover then?”

Chase crossed his arms and leaned against the table, not buying that this is anything other than a soulmate issue.

“Well.. No. But that doesn’t necessarily mean that its a soulmate bond.”

Robert dropped down in his chair again. This was a lot to think about.. and he kind of wish he went without knowing.

Chase came closer and patted his shoulder.

“Just.. think about it, alright? No pressure. SDN is still going to be here tomorrow no matter if you choose to believe this is or isn’t a soulmate issue.”

Robert sighed. Chase is right. This information doesn’t change things. He’s still coming to work tomorrow, SDN still is going to work on his suit and make him Mecha Man again, and he’s still going to have to deal with the Z-team shenanigans.

And who knows. If Chase is right then maybe Blazer could be his soulmate, then things would work out easier seeing as they already have a date for tonight. Be a bit awkward if his soulmate was someone else at this point.

“Thanks Unc.”

“Just lookin’ out for ya’ kid. Love you.”

“I know.. Love you too.”

 

They ended up returning to their desks with their barely touched sandwiches. Their talking didn’t leave a lot of room for eating, so they could just eat at their desks well they worked.

Robert was quieter during second shift. The team was talking to him sometimes but he wasn’t fully present during the conversations.

 

Finally shift ended. Chase ruffled his hair on his way out, leaving Robert to pack up with Beef circling his feet.

He got a text from Blazer to meet up in a few minutes. He sent off a quick reply and hurried his steps. He was hoping to make himself look a bit more presentable within the few extra minutes he had.

He saw the team start to filter out of the locker rooms and gave a “Good work today.” as he made his way to the mens locker room. They all had been good sports today considering how busy today was and how spacey Robert had been.

He really should take them out for dri— Shit.

He was supposed to talk to Flambae today about planning something nice for the team.

He pulled out his phone and checked the time.

Really he just wanted to leave it for tomorrow but.. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, better to just get it out of the way now.

Seeing as Flambae wasn’t in the locker room, Robert had to do a slight jog to catch up with the taller man while he made his way to the parking lot.

Thankfully he caught up to him in time. Beef waddling as fast as he could behind Robert.

“Hey Flambae, got a second?”

Flambae stopped and looked back at Robert, he looked like he was in a bit of a mood right now, Maybe Robert really should have waited for tomorrow.

“What happen? Thought you had to hurry off to your date. Blazer stood you up? ”

Robert wasn’t sure why Flambae was being snarky with him right now. Maybe his own date canceled on him and he’s projecting.

“Nope. Still got a date to go to in a few minutes. But I did say I would take you and the team out for drinks or dinner some time. And that I would plan it with you today soo.. What did you have in mind?”

Flambae stared at him silently for what was probably only a few seconds but it felt like minutes. It was sort of making Robert uncomfortable. Then Flambae reached down and pinched his own thigh hard well staring at Robert.

“Whaaat are you doing?”

Robert tilted his head. This team just got weirder and weirder, maybe this is some sort of anger management technique?

Flambae stopped and stared wide eyed at Robert, jaw slack.

“Seriously?”

“Um.. Was that supposed to do something?”

Is this..?

“Of course not. Why would it? Go get ready for you date before Blazer really does stand you up. Prism and I will plan the bar trip just bring your wallet on Friday.”

Flambaes hands landed on his hips

 

Right.. Just Flambae being Flambae I guess.

“Oh. Yeah I can do that. ”

Robert stepped back and leaned down to scoop up Beef. The lard with legs licked Roberts face in appreciation, thankful for not having to take another step. The look on Flambaes face was.. off. Like something was wrong with the fiery hero. It made Robert uncomfortable. But Flambae’ a grown man, he can handle himself, plus Roberts going to be late if he keeps delaying.

 

Robert turns his back and starts walking away, only to hear Flambae call out to him. Robert looked over his shoulder.

“Hey Robert. Have a good date tonight. I mean it.”

Despite the grim look on his face, Flambae seemed to genuinely wishing Robert good luck.

Robert gave a slight smile. Maybe he and Flambae were getting on better terms, maybe they could be friends eventually.

“Thanks Flambae. Have a goodnight.”

 

Robert continued on his way to meet up with Blazer for his date. His chest felt tight, heavy. This time he could push it off on his nerves since it was the first date he’s had in a very long time.

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Flambert word vomit. Bi Robert

Robert doesn't care if people know he's Bi, but he also doesn't care to tell anyone. It's just not really big deal to him.

Until one night, when he and the team are at the bar. Robert gets hit on by a guy while waiting to grab shots for the team.

Robert flirts back hard and ends up with the guys number.

He returns to the table with the shots and the team starts ribbing him about getting the guys number.

Flambae specifically says something like "you're not even into guys. Leave the gay men for the rest of us"

(I'ma say this happened at Crypto and that the guy was another super which is why Flambae is jealous maybe? Or maybe it's because Robert actually took the guys number)

Then Robert drops the bomb casually that he actually swings both ways, which nearly makes Flambae do a spit take.

Flambae: Visi told us you were straight!

Visi: Yeah! What the hell man you told me you were straight!

Robert: honestly I just didn't want to give you any more ammo to try and peg me.

Robert shrugs and Visi doesn't even bother trying to argue because, yeah, she's been talking about pegging him even though he still won't give her a chance.

Flambae has a bit of internal gay panic and leaves the table for a bit as casually as he can in this situation.

After that incident the team is relentless, teasing Robert and Flambae to get together.

But it just makes Flambae more defensive because YES he wants Robert. But he doesn't want to get with him just because they both happen to like dudes and are on the same team! And that's pretty much what the team is annoyingly implying!

(they're teasing Robert in a mix between trying to get him to take the hint that Flambae likes him and because they like bothering him. They're teasing Flambae because they already know he's had a thing for Robert for a while. They don't actually think they should get together because they're both dudes who like dudes, they're just being assholes like usual)

Eventually the team backs off. Moved on to the next target per usual once the initial novelty of their current ribbing has worn off.

(they moved on because they knew Flambae wasn't going to do shit and just get more defensive if they didn't stop teasing him. And they're sick of his bitch ass not making his move)

Then comes the dance of Flambae trying to flirt with Robert, and failing. (Maybe he thinks Flambae is just trying to play him at first since Flambae has had hook ups in the past idk)

Robert eventually catches on to Flambaes feelings but let's him suffer through his failed flirting attempts a bit longer because he finds it funny, then eventually during one of Flambaes attempts he just cuts Flambae off and asks him out to dinner.

They start dating. They keep it secret.

The team figured it out but they mind their business because of course bets have been put in place, and they can't interfere too much or else they'll be at risk of losing.

Bets on if they're official or not.

Bets on if they'll get caught or they'll tell the team. And bets on when this all may happen

(I had the thought of Sonar catching them making out in the closet, but for the sake of winning his own bet he pretends that they aren't there, grabs something and leaves.)

That's all. That's it. It's probably already been done before.

Unrelated I've been busy lately so I only have half a chapter of the soulmate and the five time fic :') hopefully I can finish and post them soon

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Forgot that people make ship playlists on Spotify. Legit just have to type in the ship name or the character names (character A x character B)

Wish the playlists had comment sections to fan girl in 😞

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It's Not That Gay If You Think About It

Part 3

The first time it happened it caught Robert completely off guard.

It had to of been a couple of months after the Shroud incident.

Flambae and Roberts relationship had been improving. Flambae had become Roberts workout buddy, much to Roberts dismay. He also started making Robert lunches because according to him “The depressed twink refuses to take care of himself and is going to die.”

But of course Flambae was just doing it because he secretly cared for everyone on his team. Even if he claimed it was only because it’d be too embarrassing if he let Mecha Man died from a twinkie overdoes.

They go on missions together now too, Robert goes on missions with everyone but he was a little worried when it came to Flambae.

His worries turned out to be unfounded though. They turned out to have great synergy. Roberts synergy with everyone on the team is good, but he wasn’t expecting it to be so smooth with Flambae.

It kind of makes sense though with how well they’ve gotten to know each other and how seriously Flambae actually takes the job. When he’s not showboating that is.

They were on a mission together the first time Flambae decided to suggest a hook up with Robert.

They were doing clean up after a villain with ice powers went nuclear on one of the big highways. Taking the villain down was way easier than the clean up job.

Flambae was melting while Robert was moving debris and cars while piloting his mech.

Flambae: Ever done it in the suit before?

Multiple people have asked that at this point, Robert was unfazed by it. The main camera of his mech shifted, causing its head to turn to look at Flambae.

Robert: Allllll the time. Me and my endless list of lovers have orgies in it in fact.

Flambae: Aye! it was a genuine question. No need get all sarcastic on me.

Robert smirked, rolling his eyes and turned back to lifting a car from where it had crashed into a block of ice.

Robert: Right, locker room talk. Well no. I have not desecrated my family’s heirloom.

Flambae: Too scared to do it in your granddads chair?

Flambae flew closer, nearing the mechs shoulder as he carefully blasted the big block of ice.

Robert: Actually.. Royd has replaced the chair, this ones comfortable enough to sleep in.

Flambae: Stop. Don’t even start Bob-Bob. After all the trouble we all went through to get you a bed, if I find out you’re sleeping in that tin can then I will personally set you on fire. And rehome Beef to Chase full time.

Flambae flew in front of the Mechs ‘face’ so he could lecture Robert. Robert smirked fondly despite Flambae not being able to see it. It was sweet when the team fussed over him, it took some time getting used to.

Robert: Aww. Ya’ know, I’m starting to think you actually care about me.

Flambae: Psh. You wish.

Flambae was quick to return to melting ice, so Robert just snickered and returned to moving cars. There was silence only for a moment before Flambae tried striking up another conversation.

Flambae: What about just the costume? Like outside the mech?

Robert: You really wanna know about my sex life, huh?

Flambae: You don’t have a sex life. You have a very dead sex past. Unless..?

Robert: Heh, yeah no. It’s still dead.

Flambae: Knew it. Poor poor sad sexless Robert.

Robert was trying not to laugh, but the amusement could be heard in his voice as he talked.

Robert: Just so you know. If I wanted to hook up with someone I could. I get offers.

Flambae: Ha! Only because Visi has weird issues and Blond Blazer has a thing for the uh.. what’s it called? Stray puppy type? Fixer uppers?

Robert: Har har.

Flambae: No really. Why didn’t you try to make it work out with either of them?

Robert hated that question, it was another one he’d been asked a lot. He usually brushes it off, sometimes gets a bit snippy when he’s in a particularly bad mood. Flambae’s just being nosy like he always is. Roberts not even sure if he’d keep it to himself if he answered honestly, or if he’d go and report back to the rest of the team about the latest ‘Robert gossip’.

Robert probably paused for too long because Flambae started talking again.

Flambae: You don’t have to answer that. Just yeah. Locker room talk. My bad.

There was another pause, Robert debated for a moment before deciding to turn this moment into a bonding experience.

Robert: I don’t think they really saw me, just saw who they wanted to see.

Flambae: Wow. That’s deep. Sorry to hear.

Robert: Guess so. Is what it is.

Robert gave a shrug that couldn’t be seen from inside his mech.

Robert: Don’t go around telling people that though, I don’t want Visi or Mandy to feel any kind of way about it. I’ve moved past it and so have they.

Flambae: Of course man, I’m not a snitch.

Robert: .. Also I have.

Flambae: Have what?

Robert: Done it in the flight suit.

Flambae: You— Robert! You dog! I was just messing with you when I asked that! I didn’t think you actually would have done it!

Robert couldn’t help but chuckle at Flambaes surprise.

Robert: People like the mask.

Flambae: La la la! TMI Bob-Bob!

Robert: You asked.

Flambae: We all make mistakes.

It didn’t take them long to finish the clean up. They were both heading back to SDN. Flambae decided to land next to the Mech and continue chatting well Robert climbed out of it.

Once Robert was out he shuddered at the cold air.

“You good?”

Flambae clearly noticed the full body shiver that just ran through Robert.

“Yeah, just a little too comfortable in the Mech. Royd gave it heating and cooling. Wish I could get the same for my desk.”

Flambae was walking a little closer to Roberts side now. His body producing enough heat to reach Robert and fend of the cold. Robert quietly appreciated the warmth as they walked back into the building.

“You know.. Shifts almost over.”

Flambae was leaning into Roberts space, stepping in front of him to block their path down the hallway.

“We could go into one of the conference rooms.. I could warm you up.”

Flambaes face was close, he was giving off a lot of heat.. and the way was looking at Robert.. was he flirting right now? Robert didn’t take it too seriously though. He folded his arms and leaned his side against the wall, looking up at Flambaes smug cat grin and strikingly locked on eyes.

“You coming on to me Flambae?”

Robert flirted back a bit, smirking up at him since they were obviously just joking around. Though he felt a twist in his gut, anxious on if Flambae might actually be serious.

“So what if I am?”

Flambae casually leaned against the wall as well, propping his arm over Roberts head.

That gave Robert pause, but he was still assuming this was just a game of chicken between the two.

“Thought I wasn’t your type.”

Flambae leaned in, their noses at least 3 inches apart from each other, Flambae held eye contact the whole time.

“Exceptions can be made..”

Roberts eyes widened. He stood up straight and stepped back, finally listening to that twist in his gut that was telling him that this wasn’t a game. His eyes darted away well he tried thinking of what to say. He was hoping that Flambae would cut him off, say sike and laugh at him. But instead Flambae just had a serious look on his face and didn’t look away.

“Look, Flambae I uh.. I sort of thought you were just messing with me. I can’t actually..”

Flambae tilted his head expectantly, albeit sadly. Robert sighed. With all their banter and weird friendship, he never thought that Flambae would seriously want to try anything with him.

“I’m sorry if I led you on, I thought we were joking. I’m still straight.”

Flambae stood up straight and took a step back as well, finally looking away to look at the ground now.

“Oh yeah. Just thought that maybe you’d.. I mean if you were curious.. That was stupid. My bad.”

Flambae was avoiding eye contact, he looked like he was about to walk away and escape the situation. So Robert quickly stepped forward to stop him. Seeing him dejected was so much worse than if he had just got mad at Robert or made fun of him.

“Hey. We’re still cool, right?”

Flambae gave a nervous smile.

“Yeah- Totally I mean- If you’re still cool with me. I know straight guys don’t really like getting hit on by guys so if you know.. If I made you uncomfortable.”

Robert quickly cut him off, not wanting him to think he messed up. He gave Flambae a smile.

“No it’s fine. I’ve dealt with way worse from this team, at this point its just another day. Plus a little flirting is fun”

Flambae snickered and eyed Robert.

“You sure you aren’t a little gay? You’re just a little too comfortable flirting.”

Robert let out a dramatic breath.

“Sorry to say but pretty sure I’m still straight. Just not insecure about my sexuality.”

“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it”

“Nice try, but I think I’ll have to knock this one.”

Flambae stopped blocking the way and starts walking along side Robert, his tense shoulders from the rejection slowly easy.

“Eh worth a shot.”

Robert just grinned up at him as they walked.

“What made you shoot your shot anyways?”

Flambae shrugged.

“What? Everyone else got to shoot their shots, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

They just quietly chuckled before Flambae quietly added.

“That and.. You’re not as bad as I said you were. Don’t tell anyone about this by the way, I will kill you.”

Flambae brought a flamed hand up between them, but Robert wasn’t scared, if anything the threat made him more comfortable, seeing Flambae be his usual aggressive self. He just rolled his eyes.

“It’s our secret. And.. You’re not as bad as I say either..”

They quieted down once they got into a more public area. Flambae was heading to one of the wreck rooms well Robert went to check on Beef.

When he watched Flambae leave, he could swear he saw a tint of red on the mans ears. It was kind of cute seeing Flambae embarrassed or flustered considering how big and bad he likes to act.

That was the first time it happened, and it just kept happening after that.

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More word vomit/ideas that I didn't feel like putting in my notes.

Red ridding hood AU

Honestly this AU could be used for different ships but the first ones that come to mind are Flambert (Robert x Flambae) and Spideypool (Spider-Man x Deadpool)

So the wolf role would obviously go to the more villainy type (Flambae/Deadpool)

Red Ridding Hood would be the civilian identity of the hero type (Robert/Peter)

Woodsmen being the hero identity (MechaMan/Spider-Man)

Which of course is a plot twist because this whole time the wolf thought little red was defenseless, only to turn out to be the mighty woodsmen of the woods.

Unrelated Bonus Swap AU ideas

Classics:

Power swap

Backstory swap

Body swap

Role swap

Personality swap

Instead of randomly swapping due to some sort of random incident, they could be swapped from the start of their lives.

Also can add the swaps together like;

Personality+Role+Backstory

Blah blah blah yap yap yap

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You're Under My Skin has been UPDATED! I finished the unfinished chapter that I last posted <3 [Both here and on AO3]

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