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Happy Pride Month to all of my fellow aces!! 🖤🩶🤍💜
hiya! so you have an ao3 account? you're writings are very sweet to read C^:
I do, but I'm currently busy with my studies so I'll return to writing only in 2 weeks - month. Plus I'm much more interested in different fandoms now so I'm not sure if I'll continue writing on Dispatch. But you can expect more drabbles soon. Thank you for the compliment, I'm glad you enjoy my writing (。•̀ᴗ-)✧
Not enough sick/hurt Robert fics for me
I want him injured and hospitalized NOW. I want him delirious and bedridden this INSTANT. I want him trapped under a collapsed building with realization that he’s stuck and he’ll have to wait for help to find him. QUICKLY.
I don’t want him to die or anything though, to be clear
Fresh crashed angst on my page, enjoy our Dispatcher's suffering🤌
RED.
RED.
So much red...
And blaring.
Sharp loud sound piercing through the fog of the unconsciousness.
Robert couldn't tell where exactly he was, he felt absent like his body wasn't completely his. He felt like he was slowly drowning, everything was kinda muted as he got thrown around between conscious and unconscious state.
"HhhaA-"
He gasped when reality suddenly hit him with wave of pain and overwhelming sensations. He forced his eyes open and tried to stand but found that he couldn't move an inch but the thing he was in could. The back of his head slammed into already broken panel behind him making his vision go black for a few long moments, he could feel piercing sound of alarm bouncing inside his skull.
Robert tried taking a few long breaths but they came up like a quick deep gasps for air. His vision cleared but he had to narrow his eyes to see as red was only thing filling his vision.
Mechaman could feel his heart thumping, it felt like muscle was beating in his head instead of the chest, all breathes came out raspy and desperate. His body felt restricted, wet and sticky but Robert didn't bother to check what exactly it was, his pupils jumped between the still working screens trying to find out what was happening..
SLAM- CRACK crack... CRUSH
Metal cage around him shifted again before something heavy landed on top of it. Man held his breath seeing metal bend under the weight. After a few moments hero managed a shaky exhale, trying to stay silent as if smallest sound would turn his cage into a coffin.
But was that really a cage?
Robert took slow shaky breath through his (most likely broken) nose as he tried to make sense of the situation. Where he was? Why couldn't he move? Why he was thrown around like a ball on soccer field? And where's the Z team. Wait. Z team? Since when do YOU have a team? Failure. You should be able to handle it on your own.
Alone. Yes. He's a Mechaman. He's a hero. And he calls himself a HERO?! He will find a way out. He will. There's people in danger and he couldn't just lay here and do nothing- You can't do anything? What kind of hero are you if you can't even save yourself???
Robert tried moving his hands under the belts that held him in the seat(maybe the only mostly intact thing in the suit). He glanced down seeing his digits press against the bind even though he couldn't feel his fingers. He took a shaky breath trying to find an opening between the belts.
At some point of time few clicks and cracks sounded before the cockpit he was in was filled with faint crisp metallic scent. Oxygen... Well at least he won't suffocate although it would've been more merciful than death of starvation or being crashed by whatever Mechasuit was trapped under.
It felt like he was here for days... After some struggle or remaining energy drained as well as adrenaline, leaving him bound in his suit unable to do anything but breathe and think, all while trying to ignore immense pain. All attempts to dissociate were shattered by sparks from the tech, creaks of metal or the sound of his own heart hammering against his ribcage.
His mouth felt like a desert, his eyes burned from all the red lighting inside the suit, he kept hearing ringing even though alarms died down ages ago... The faint crisp smell of oxygen was overpowered by metallic scent of his blood and sweat.
After a while red emergency lights started blinking and slowly one after another they turned off leaving him in complete darkness. He couldn't see anything anymore, the only thing he felt was pressure on his body and pain....
He desperately darted between topics trying to distract himself from pain but it all eventually lead him back to the same questions and worries...
Why is it so quiet? What happened? Where's Z team help? Why nobody came to check and clean up whatever collapsed on top of him? How much time passed..?
Robert couldn't help but feel like he was laying in his coffin, going through torture to redeem himself before it'll all fade to nothing. Everything has been silent for days. Stimuli depravation was driving him insane...
He doesn't hide the fact that he's scared for the first time in years... What's the point of holding back if no one will see him break down?
Mechaman welcomes the feeling of futility as the hot tears slide down his face in his matted hair... He closes his eyes sensing the impending doom...
The body previously laying so peacefully in his bed sat up with sharp gasp, legs kicking the blanket off to the floor startling the small rotund chihuahua sleeping at his feet. The sound of barking seems to wake Robert out of his trans as he finally takes a breath and looks around the room.
Beef whines softly climbing into his lap and trying to lick Roberts face, man slowly puts his hand on the dog. After making sure dog was real Mechaman wraps his hands around the Beef, hugging him tightly as doggy barks and tries to lick his owner's face, small tail wagging uncontrollably.
Sounds. Finally the silence is over...
Robert couldn't help but sob hearing the commotion nearing the door..
He wasn't alone... Not in this universe.
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I'm sorry for disappearing but I'm buried in preparations for upcoming exams and other troubles. I would post if i have inspiration and time (◡ ω ◡)
Love y'all, thank you for 280 owls ❤️
"there is no way you're not using chatgpt for at least a few things here and there no matter your stance on it" what the FUCK are you talking about
Flambae's niece(Flambae picked her up from school): "Kids at school were asking if you're a bottom or a top."
Flambae, steaming mad after work: "They should not ask that"
Niece, shrugging: "They said if it was your answer than you're a bottom"
Flambae, turning to her red like a furnace: "Who are these fuuuuu- freaking kids you're talking to?!"
Niece, amused: "My... classmates?"
Flambae still fuming: "Yeah... right."
Random interview with Flambae and Mechaman:
Interviewer, exited: "So, the next question from the fan is-..." Awkwardly "What is the stupidest thing you two did together?"
Flambae, immediately: "We hooked up once... when we were in -"
Mechaman: "NO, we DIDN'T"
Flambae, smirking: "Yeah, we-"
Mechaman, smacking Flambae in the face with pillow, not looking away from camera: "No, we didn't."
Mechaman, a second later: "ALSO, what if we did hook up - How can you say it's the stupidest thing we ever done?!"
Interviewer: Ehm...
Flambae, nonchalantly: "It. is. one. of. them."
Mechaman: "YOU BITCH-"
Omegaverse! Dispatch. Z team x Robert
P.1. P.2. P.3. P.4.
Sleep was something that Robert feared and loved at the same time. Sleep was something that he as a child sought out to escape unpleasant reality, he loved taking naps. When he was just 3 or four he remembered waking up on the couch, warm blanket draped over his curled up body, quiet korean music his mom always turned on when she was cooking or cleaning coming from kitchen, delicious smell of sizzling meat filling the house, sound of TV playing, figure of his father sitting in chair further to his right was making warmth spread in his little body. Those happy memories from his early childhood were sometimes only thing keeping him going. Even after his mother left(the last hug and soft "it's not your fault, baby.. it wasn't and never will be your fault" filled with sad but caring love were following him in dreams and nightmares alike ever since accompanied by steady and comforting smell of star jasmine) and his dad appeared at home less and less, Robert found a small relief in taking naps, allowing those short memories soothe his worries over and over again until he wasn't sure what was dream and what a reality...
Later as his training as future pilot started and figure and voice of his mother became more and more distant his dreams were now accompanied by Chase. Some were real memories with beta some were scenarios made up by his brain.. still as long as he could forget himself in the slumber he was fine with whatever.
His representation as omega and his first heat were both accompanied by his first nightmares. His fathers reaction to Robert's secondary gender was probably the main reason, it was also first and last time Robbie laid a hand on his son.
Handprint on his face stinged and swelled slowly turning into a bruise as his heat progressed. His father left murmuring something about "finding solution to this mistake" leaving only pain and harsh scent of metal behind.
Chase was one to find him (unsurprisingly) and it wasn't even because Robbie said anything to him. No, it was because it was Friday and Chase always came by on Fridays after his patrol. Beta found Robert asleep on the floor smelling like pure stress abomination, he didn't wake up until 2 days later. Only his temperature rising and dropping were signs that he had gone through his heat, otherwise Robert spent most of his heats sleeping like dead, which unnerved Chase immensely but beta couldn't do much except make sure boy was safe and ate something immediately after waking up.
Soon after his father got his on the pills that were technically supposed to make him alpha but in reality just messed up his hormones enough to stop the heat cycle and scent from forming. Which was good enough for Robbie cause it was medication Robert was on until he started having problems with money as Mechaman Blue.
His representation was the first time he got nightmare and even as adult with a pack, Robert wasn't sure if his suffering would ever end. After his fathers death night terrors had their grasp on boy's soul every time he closed his eyes for longer than a second. And as he took over as Mechaman his brain only got more fuel for his fucked up dreams. So Robert threw himself in work until he was exhausted enough to just pass out for an hour or two. From a "temporary solution" to his problem it progressed into a habit and then into a lifestyle: keeping himself active almost all day and night, sleeping between jobs just enough to stay functioning but not aware rested enough for his brain to have time to go through his memories.
It became Robert's life. Just another thing that never changed.
The first thing he felt when he woke up was Warm.. he was warm and comfortable and not in pain... That was surprising... It was not just a physical warmth nooo, his mind felt warm too, lazy, quiet... He felt well rested but still sleepy and slightly dizzy but not in concussion kind of way...
For the first time in last 15 years Robert didn't want to get up.
So he opened his eyes just enough to glance at the clock on the kitchen counter. It was 9:02 am. He was late to his shift.. His phone must've died.. it's good considering Chase and Z team are probably blowing it with messages and calls.
Robert knows he should probably get out from under the blanket..(it smells like melons and aloe...) and get dressed. He could still get away with being just two hours late but dispatcher didn't move an inch even after counting down from three five times already.
He was so comfortable, pillows were just soft enough, blanket felt just the right amount warm and heavy, warm buzzing under his skin didn't stop even after he woke up and room smelled so good. With every inhale anxious voice whispering about responsibility was getting more and more quiet until his head was empty of noise again... His eyes fluttered shut slowly, though brunette didn't even try to fight the sleep this time...
For the first time in a very long time his dream was filled with smiles of those he cherished the most...of his new family...
Here's my Robert (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
Sadly the page got ruined before i could finish it but i still think it looks good. I think he'll look so cute if his hair would grow out a bit. The amount of scars is my own fancanon)
Should i do a front view next?
I love Poly! Z team fancanon where all of them at some point of their lifes before Phoenix program had intimacy with Robert. Not Mechaman but Robert.
Cause let's be real he looked great before the coma and he knew that. They don't recognise him at first since most encounters were while both parties were drunk or high as fuck. But one by one they slowly start to connect their sarcastic bitch ass dispatcher to that 'twunk i cracked like 2 years ago and couldn't find later, what'a fuck..' Because 1. What the hell could've happened to make him look so depressing? 2. How are they supposed to act when guy they saw fucked out and whimpering under them at some point of their life became their boss? It should've been embarrassing if it wasn't so hot.
And then someone decides to break the silence and share with the rest about their encounter thinking their the only one (probably Visi or Victor) but then others stare at them like (⊙_⊙) - "Wait..but I've slept with him too..". They stare at each other with part horror, half annoyance that they weren't the only one's. After the shock (and second shift) is over, they are at a bar drinking away and discussing the topic, sharing timelines and experiences and so on. They already established that this team for everyone was becoming something more than "bunch of annoying bitches i have to work with" so no one is angry or jealous. They also collectively decide that it's better to not harras Robert more than usual since no one is aware of their history with their dispatcher and they don't want him to get fired since he's still on probation period.
Still they flirt after shifts, invite Robert for drinks, some even stalk him to find out more about him. They don't understand what happened to him though, almost everyone except Chad and Waterboy? when sharing about their encounter with dispatcher said that he was in better physical and mental shape.
But then Mechaman reveal happens and all the pieces of puzzle suddenly fit together. They both horrified cause their dear dispatcher was blown up and in coma for like 4 months and now injured, drunk and with concussion, and weirdly proud cause they bagged a MECHAMAN, like a legitimate hero, a Torrence legend! They're never forgetting it, never.
Then shit is starting to come down, Red Ring is acting up, Mecha suit is out of order because there's no working Astral Pulse, Visi takes Astral Pulse, Chase is in the hospital, Robert gets kidnapped and tortured. Before anyone could even blink there's power shutdown and Torrence is getting trashed, and what the hell is that creepy robot.
Of course they save the city still and other stuff. Robert is down with concussion and wounds from being tortured. But this time when he wakes up Chase is not the only one waiting for him. His idiots are occupying most of the room, some sleeping, some arguing some eating snacks. They all at his side the second he wakes up. This time he isn't alone and Z team will surely get his ass back in the shape whether he likes it or not.
Z team member x Robert
_Flambae_ _Mavelova_
Warning: pain kink, blood
"You sure it doesn't hurts, babes?"- Mavelova asked quietly watching red lines appearing where she dragged her nails down Robert's back. She couldn't hold back the satisfied smirk when low groan escaped his mouth when she pressed harder, a bit of blood beading where she broke through top layers of the skin.
"Mhm...?... No, actually feels pretty good..."- Robert hummed opening his eyes and turning his head to the side, cheek brushing against warm sheets.
"Aw did you fall asleep or smth?"- Demoness cooed brushing his hair back and sitting more comfortably on his lower back. Mav loved how dispatcher's body looked after few months consistent meals and physical therapy. But the best part for Demoness was his back. She loved watching how muscles shifted under his skin whenever she pressed a little harder on his weak spots and it brought her immense pleasure feeling him shiver when she traced over the scars.
"Can you blame me though...? It's so warm in here..."- Dispatcher mumbled looking up at her.
"Oh I'll never blame you for being comfy, darling. You look absolutely adorable, you know?"- woman hummed wrapping her hand around his throat and putting a little pressure on his neck just to feel him shiver and bury his face back in the blankets.
Mavelova hummed moving to the side to turn Robert on his back before straddling him again, her tail wrapping around his thigh in tight coils
"Not afraid I'll mess up something important?"- demoness couldn't help but ask teasing his thigh where femoral artery should be.
"I know you won't... You lot seem too focused on not letting me die for you to threaten me with accidental death..." - hero mumbled, voice low and rough after not speaking for a while.
"True... Sometimes you're too smart for your own good, babe"
As much as she wanted to spice things up she could admit that seeing their sarcastic dispatcher reduced to the puddle of bared nerves just by some warmth and a little bit of pain was entertaining as it is. Maybe she should steal him away more often...
I think Prism would be next... Let me know what you think ;)
POV: When your girlfriend just came back and someones idiots already fucked up so you're gonna pray it's not your idiots
201 owls yohoo!!!
Do i even need to explain myself? They're hot, your honour (• ▽ •;)
Flambae: What, that's all you can do, Bob Bob?
Robert: No... I'm just enjoying the view.
Flambae: H-huh?
2026 just started and I'm writing angst, what a good start for the new year (ノ`⌒´)ノ┫:・┻┻
Seriously though, Happy new year! I hope you reached your goals and hopes! Have a great day or night in whatever timezone you're in, i thank you for all the support you showed me and I'll work on writing more for you this year!
Z team member x Robert
_Flambae_ _Mavelova_
Special on Flambae x Robert for 1000+ notes on my previous post on them! Enjoy!
Mentioned: restraint kink, temperature play, safe words, suggestive theme, mild pain kink
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Flambae scoffed when Robert instinctively shifted his hands again. No matter how many times they did the same scenario the mother fucker just couldn't keep his hands in one place. Dispatcher was laying on his back his hands above his head, actual restraints made Robert anxious but without them he just couldn't keep them still.
Ex- villian stopped to take in the view before him, Robert looked at him through half lidded eyes, despite all the foreplay his gase was still occasionally shifting around looking for anything out of place. Dispatcher's legs were wrapped around his waist as Chad leaned over him, skin slightly flushed from heat radiating from taller man.
"C'mmon we've been through this part already, Bob Bob... Just stay in one freaking place"- Flambae muttered pressing his right hand to Roberts chest before sliding it up one of the scars reaching the burn marks on his right shoulder feeling man under him wince. Flambae frowned pausing for a second before reaching up to fixate Robert's wrists together with his left hand. Skin under his hand was weirdly cold so he warmed his hand a little more.
"Oh..."- Robert hummed looking up at Flambae and trying to shift his hands but to no vail. Technically he was restrained but the usual itch to get out didn't appear to Robert's surprise.
"Fucking finally! What a little hand holding and your reflexes are out the window?" - Chad teased keeping tight grip on dispatcher's wrists, his right hand returning to his hip.
Proteases Robert made for his right hand were cold compared to warm intact fingers making mechaman tremble when Flambae moved his hand over old scars. Coldness of metal was leaving trail sharp pain, like small cold needles prickling at scar tissue. On the other side his point and middle fingers left trail of heat behind. The difference in temperature was doing something to Roberts brain and Bae was looking like he was starting to notice it, stilling his hips to trace his right hand over the scars on Robert's thighs watching dispatcher twitch.
"You want to say anything, bitch?" - Chad gave Robert a chance to say if he's uncomfortable or something, the spaced out expression on Robert's face was making ex-vilian uncomfortable.
Robert blinked slowly shaking off his thoughts before shaking his head, he didn't want to ruin the mood cause of a little discomfort... plus a little bit of pain felt weirdly good... He wasn't sure if it was normal but who cares?
"Words, Bitch, I'm not a telepath. Colour?"- Flambae backed away slightly staring at smaller man intently.
"... green"- Robert mumbled managing to make his tone confident enough to convince Chad to continue. They couldn't stop now, everything felt so confusing but at the same time too good to stop.
"... Fine, but I'm watching your bitch ass"
Flambae smirked watching Dispatcher's pupils dilate when he moved his right hand further down Robert's hips at the same time snapping his own hips forward. He was intent on getting Robert's head nice and empty by the time he was done with him...
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I will be making it a series (◡ ω ◡)
During the test of Astral Pulse prototype with Z team
Robert, chilling inside the suit, testing the suit: Oh cool smoke effect, Royd!
Royd, starting to panic: Ther shud be no smoke effect, Brathar!! Shut it down!
Z team: YOUR BREATHING IN POISON!!!
Robert, trying to get Astral Pulse out: It's fine! Wouldn't be the first time! I'm immune!
Royd&Chase&Z team: WHAT
Prism: YOU FUCKING IDIOT
Mavelova: YOU'RE GONNA DIE
Z team: THE FUCK YOU MEAN NOT THE FIRST TIME???
Boom💥