"Be the reason someone believes."
"Be the reason someone loves."
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"Be the reason someone believes."
"Be the reason someone loves."
@jamqyu 's AMAZING AND AWWESOME AND HOT ROLE REVERSAL FLAMBERT AU
I NEEDED TO DRAW THIS AND AJHSDFL;JHALFJLKAWEJRF;OLIJASD;LFJ;LKASDJFLK;ASJDFL;KAJLSK;DFJL;KASJFKDJ;ASFRE
Sam has really grown up since I left. He's a man now. I wish I could've been there for him.
“I told you not to write it last minute.”
Flambae has been writing and re-writing his speech for two hours and counting. Robert had a great time observing from the sidelines.
Mostly, because seeing him flustered is rare.
When he’s deeply entranced in labor, frown between his brows, pencil erasing and creating within seconds.
“You know!” Chad suddenly whips around, eyes wide, glowing so hard they could burn the sun. They always do that when he’s nervous. “You could fucking help me, since you’ve done this before!”
“I have,” he agrees, mouth half smiling, indulging in a little pride. “But it’s your turn, hotshot.”
And his gaze turns to that golden trophy Chad hasn’t stopped staring at, wide eyed and filled with disbelief.
‘Flambae - Hero Of The Year’
“…It should be your name on there. But don’t tell anyone I said that.”
“I’m definitely telling everyone,” He receives a gentle swat to the temple, but he doesn’t mind. “It says exactly what it should. You deserve it.”
“Uh, we deserve it. As soon as I figure out how to write you in this fucking speech. I have five paragraphs so far. That’s fine, right? Do they have limits on these?”
And Robert blinks.
Because you can train your body to walk off cracked ribs, broken legs, and muscle aches. But not whatever he’s feeling right now.
“You sure you wanna put me there?”
“Yeah. You’re the start of me. Why wouldn’t I?”
“…Listen,” because Robert rarely found things to believe in. But he does believe in this,
“I think that even if we never met. You would’ve gotten here regardless. Hero, villain, whatever. No one needed to hold your hand about it. It’s you.”
“…Yeah, well,” Flambae murmurs, and doesn’t look at him. Robert feels worshipped anyway. “The whole fucking point is talking about your life, right? So I have to talk about you.”
“…I’m still winning next year.”
“Hell yeah you are. I already voted.”
Robert might propose on stage. Possibly.
I have a thought, and if I was a writer, I would turn it into a fic. Unfortunately, I'm just a thinker so instead of a fic, here is my really long thought.
Robert working for Shroud:
Shroud is not Robert's biological father, he is the one who raises him though.
After killing Robbie, Shroud goes to get Robert, he's honest and tells him what's he's done.
Then gives him a choice, stay here and wait for Chase or go with him.
Robert only has to think about it for a moment.
Everyone knew what Robbie was doing was wrong, that "training" was just a word used to erase the feeling of guilt from watching the abuse. Not once did somebody report Robbie, not a single person raised their voice in concern, nobody even offered comfort in private.
Not even Chase, he saw more than anybody but chose being a hero, the team, and Robbie, over Robert.
Nobody but Elliot.
He saw and spoke out, he questioned at the risk of a spot on the team, he made calls that were ignored.
Why choose people who turned a blind eye over the person who saved him?
So Shroud takes Robert underground with him and raises him as his own. Spending the rest of his childhood and teenage years on his schooling. Training was an after school activity that had a start an end time and didn't leave Robert trembling with bruises that weren't allowed to heal.
There was still fun, game nights, family dinners. He was raised to be part of an empire, the only difference is nobody was trying to erase him.
At 18, Robert was given a choice, if he wanted to leave and start a life, Elliot would support him.
Robert didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay and help his dad.
He trained to become Shroud's shadow, his enforcer, his left hand.
The coma still happened, the explosion, a calculated risk. (It was Robert's idea but damn if it take forever to convince Shroud to execute it.)
The world saw a missing Robert come back to continue his father's legacy and avenge him by taking on Shroud.
Shroud blowing him up garnered more support for his empire and sympathy from the right places for Robert.
Becoming a Dispatcher becomes an infiltration mission, gather more members, create new weaknesses, exploit the existing ones, and locate the pulse.
Z-team, who didn't have much loyalty towards SDN anyway, is easily persuaded to join Robert.
After all, why stand by a company that hates them, doesn't give them a fair chance, and constantly threatens to fire and send them back to jail anyway?
That's not a chance on a new life, that's cheaper labor for jobs that are unworthy of the "real" hero's.
All but Invisagal, she didn't know Robert was working for Shroud. What she did was show time and time again that her loyalty would never be secured, she would always be a loose end.
When SDN and the city thinks Z-team is their last hope at winning, when they watch Robert up on the roof with Shroud, they'll be watching their doom.
They'll watch as the team stops trying to please people that treated them like garbage and show them what real villains actually look like.
They'll watch Robert hand over the pulse and the city over to Shroud.
They'll watch their city burn because they'd rather worship a hero than save a child.
Anyway, that's the end of my thought. I did warn you it'd be long. I think it would be a really cool fic but, oh well. That would be me writing and we don't want that. 😅
Something so funny about Flambae and Robert meeting before Robert starts at SDN, and the bar confrontation.
Strangely, through Beef.
Now. In Robert’s defense? He didn’t anticipate being in a coma for months when he last fed his little fur ball.
And a part of him almost hesitated to walk through that door—
Only to find Beef with a shiny coat of fur, happily round, but running very actively around him.
The culprit? A very beautiful, very glare-prone man.
Apparently, Mr. 6’4 with sunshine eyes also signs up for foster programs where he takes care of ‘lost’ pets.
“So you’re Dumpling’s owner?”
“…His name’s Beef.”
“Dumpling.”
“Beef.”
“Dumpling’s cooler.”
“Beef inspires authenticity.”
“And what inspired YOU to leave this meatball? I had him for five months and I might take you to court for him. Or a restaurant.”
Robert shrugs. “I would’ve come sooner, but the coma and I had a disagreement. So you know.”
“…Fuck, okay. That’s better than what I usually get.”
Robert snorts. “Bare minimum wins again.” But he does soften. “Thanks. For taking care of him. Even if you do give off major ‘ cartoon villain with a soft side and making it everyone’s problem’ vibes.”
“Fuck off,” he huffs, but it does sound suspiciously like a laugh. “…Good thing you came after him, thought. He kept crying after you everyday. “
“…Is that a tear in your eye?”
“My tears have muscles. They’re just working out.”
As it turns out, Chad, Mr ‘I took care of your dog for months without knowing if you’ll actually come back’ is also Flambae.
And Flambae is very adamant Robert does not tell anyone about Beef’s visitation nights.
some fanart of a fanart 💥👊 @jamqyu's role reversal au
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somebody save him (also can you guys rec some cool flambert/mechabae fics? Imma have some free time this weekend to binge-read Feel free to rec your own fics too And the people not reccing better go down to the comment to check out the cool fics there)
✨Finished commission✨
This piece is for the lovely @mechabae ‼️❤️
Flambert proposing! I just loved it and it was fun working on it together!! 🙏🥰
He even wrote a little Drabble for it which I’m going to share with permission underneath the art!
Hope you enjoy both art and text! ✨❤️
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Robert keeps dropping hints.
"Man... I wish I had a nicer bed to come home to."
And they're none too subtle.
"Yup, tuna salad. Same thing for lunch every day. —what? It's cost-effective."
Clearly, he needs a man to swoop in and take care of him.
"Flambae, what are you—"
Chad gets down on one knee, steam rising off of his shoulders. He's rehearsed this for *weeks* now, and he's had the ring for *months*. There is literally no reason for his heart to be hammering as loudly as it is.
But then Robert looks at him. Really looks at him. With that soft smile of his, the one that looks as sweet sheer pira tastes, and he says: "Yes, of course."
Chad's seen a million reels at this point. Of how people scream and yell 'are you fucking crazy!' like absolute *goblins* when it happens. But Robert agrees like they're living in a movie or something, and it's enough to make him *burst* into tears. He ugly cries, snot getting everywhere, and Robert has to hold him until he calms down long enough to get Robert's ring on.
"So, when do you wanna move in?"
"Man, fuck you, Robert."
Drabble made by @mechabae ❤️❤️❤️
Thanks again for commissioning me 💋🥰
An average day at Flambae's apartment, the door bell rings, its a delivery of flowers for Flambae.
Flambae: Bob bob, did you get me flowers?
Robert coming from the kitchen holding a towel: no, why would I do that?
Flambae: *chuckles dryly* yea like you'd be able to do anything romantic like that *takes out the card and reads it, already grinning* "Dear Bae, I lied, they're from me, Love Robert *looks at Robert grinning giddy*
Robert: *smirking back*
Flambae: you scum ~♡
Robert: love you to, Bae ♡♡
🎠 🎠 goodbye, Robert.
Flambae for @alex-the-adventurer !! :3
By age 30 you should have an emotional connection to one mass-market mascot figure, i got mine 👍
I'm drunk but I think Robert makes flambae feel warm, not how he's usually warm, sweat and the spice of flame on his tongue, but like whiskey when it makes your head spin and your fingers buzz and your shoulders relax in a way you forgot they could
And flambae doesn't really know to do with that or how to tell him in a way that makes sense but he can hold him close and kiss him softly and press their foreheads together when theyre on bed together late at night and make him feel like he's the only light in all of Los Angeles and maybe that could be enough