this and the breastplate stretcher scenes are my favorite of robert's. i love that in his most intimate and vulnerable moments with ned, he acknowledges himself as a failure. here specifically he is openly ashamed that he did not act as a king should. ned, notably, thinks it is unkingly of him not to punish jaime lannister for the murder of five stark men, but has no opinion of him punching cersei in the head so hard it bowls her over and leaves a bruise over half of her face. as usual the thing that connects them more strongly than their shared childhood is a dead girl and a beaten wife (but a cold and frigid wife who's mean so it's understandable that robert beats her. charitable, almost! he never loved her. not the way he loves a dead girl who he can no longer remember very well.)
i also love how robert frames his own behavior. he is not sufficiently performing kingliness. i love that his reasoning for why he is failing at his station is similar to how sansa reasons out her own behaviors in accordance with her well-studied noble lady's courtesies.
Since a few more people seem to have found my account I wanted to tell everyone that my Inbox will be open for requests now! I'll see what's in my ability to do but feel free to ask or request anything, preferably Les Mis related :-)
I also thought I'd do a little introduction while I'm at it! I'll put it below the cut so the post won't be as long
Robin (Robert is silly nickname) He/Him, They/Them - 20 - my main is @gendertraffic so if you see a like from that account that's just me
I'm German - I am an art history student
Currently very hyperfixated on Les Misérables obviously. I'm more into the book not really the musical and I like watching different movie adaptions (currently working my way through them) I'm mostly into Les Amis, Enjolras and Grantaire specifically (fork found in kitchen, I know)
Apart from Les Mis I have a special interest in Left/Labor movements, my les mis interest stems from a long term french revolution Hyperfixation. I love Louise Michel I am always up to talking about her and the Paris commune tooo. I'm also into Disco elysium!
Here is a self portrait of me ↓
I loveeee talking to people so feel free to message me, especially if we're mutuals but even if we aren't! Or just send me a message in the inbox yayay
my art Tag is #my art, other than that my tags should be self explanatory it's just les mis and or the characters
Summary: Maelstorm is your run of the Mill anti-hero working for SDN. But he has a presence in the company.
->happens during chapter 1/beginnings of 2. Ravage/Tristen Belongs to @gizm0-gadgetz
--Oi! Quit it -- Maelstorm barked, over the sound of the chatter. -- New dispatcher comin' soon. Be nice.
The talk grows louder,seemingly ignoring what the hero had just said. He sighs and closes his eyes for a second,breathing in and building up the pressure in his lungs as if a storm was brewing within them. He moves his mouth the right way and exhales.
Ravage sat beside his friend,eapods in. He holds his head in his hands,kicking his legs. Tail wagging behind him as hes all amused watching.
Loud,shrill whistle rings out the conference room. Everyone grows quiet and turns to the sound of the wind during a,well,maelstorm.
-- Hey! Assholes. Talkin' over here-- He yelled-- now,as I said. Play nice. -- the clouds that made his hair began to bubble and arch with lighting.
Maelstorm was a hero,breaks rules more than he should,thats why hes here. Maybe the reason all these idiots respected Him somewhat. Who woulda thought,antiheros get shit done.
--Im sorry did you just whistle at me? What am i, a dog? -- flambae sneered.
--You answered,didnt you?-- Laz crossed his arms over his chest.
Flambae gets to his feet,hands already lighting on Fire. He takes one step closer,and Ravage tenses up,form growing and shifting to catch the Fire incoming. Maelstorm looks at him and scoffs.
He shakes off like a dog with wet fur. Theres a moment where the air grows humid before a whole bunch of rain begins to fall on him,putting the flames out.
--There. Now go on everyone. Go get ready. -- he nodded to the door and watched it all of them walk.
He got you all wet! Prism teased.
How 'bout ya shut up. Flambae bit back.
-♡-
--Sup man-- Lazaro Walked up to robbert. Offering his hand to shake.
Maelstorm was a known antihero, the punk face of the bussiness. Rob liked his moxie. He shakes his hand,looking at the flowy,rainy hair of brown and gold thats just crackling with electricity that bounces off those stormy green eyes.
-- hey...sup-- he answered with a little smile he shakes his hand and straightens up. -- Maelstorm,right?
--Aye, aye. Call me Mael. Or Laz. Thats my Real name.
--Huh,you dont- No secret identity.
Lazaro laughed,shrugging. He gestures at himself. The ripped jeans,the lightning jewelry, the brewing storm hair thats turning slightly white as It moves and bubbles.
--dude,have you seen me?
Robert laughed,and nodded. -- no fair enough-- He smirked-- Thanks,laz.
As Mecha Man settled in,Lazaro made his way to the break room. Hes warming up the water for his mate, earpods plucked in and loud enough to let others know what hes listening to.
Flambae was sculking in a corner by the Window,he notes his companion there and sneers. Problem by Becky G was playing.
Right fucking fitting.
He stomps up to him,closing the fridge door forcefully. Laz has to look up at him,not even moved by the display,he blinks and raised his brow.
I'm one of a kind, got everybody in love
And I don't have to try, I just do what I does
Don't have to tell me, I already know
They all want me
Maelstorm took out one of his earbuds-- Can I help you,Flambae?
--Yeah. You can actually, who the fuck do you think you are?
--Your superior-- Lazaro answered. -- And the reason you had to stand in the sun for ten minutes. -- he tapped his chest-- Now how about you go get your shit together.
Flambae felt his chest burnt,he takes his wrist and he begins to warm up. His breath is ragged, hes sneering and hissing. Steam coming off of him. He leans in closer almost tempting him to do something.
--Shut the fuck up.
Lazaro rolled his eyes. Storm roiling up within him. Sparks coming off of him. He had to get his ass to work now,he could be dispatched at any moment. The fuck is his problem.
--Youre mad I rained on your parade- Pun not intended. I get It. But its your ass on the chopping board,c'mon. Dont get cut.
Yo, I run this, I smash it
Like my bass real hard, boom-bastic
Speed race baby, I'm a lot faster
Cause trouble, never listen to my master
Its hard to stay civil. This storm inside him was,in more ways than one,fitting. But the world had enough anger. It didnt need his. Specially over this.
-- And you do have a nice ass-- he answered,patting his chest. He opens the fridge door and goes to get his sandwich.
Flambae drops the steam,face Burning Pink. He scoffs and tsks and acts all unbothered. Looking away,he begins to back off and move on.
--Whatever. Idiota
--i speak spanish too dumbass. Dont forget that.
-- whatever
Lazaro snickered,and closed the fridge door. Work could be Rewarding sometimes. He looks at the flame bearing maniac walk away,looking up and down his frame. Hmh he mutters.
--You are an animal-- Ravage answered,beady eyes looking at him as he Walked past Flambae and into the room-- You gonna eat that?-- he spoke,his giant maw opening.
--I was,but here. Half n half-- he cut the sandwich and gave him a piece-- You on call?
--In a bit. Same as you.
--Join me for some mate?
Ravage grinned with a thousand,black teeth and this tiny glint in those eyes.
--y'even have to ask?
-♡-
After the first day is over,he went to check in on Robert. He found him talking to waterboy,one of the newhires. Currently the janitor- though Laz saw potential in him as a hero,too. He had the right attitude.
--Hey folks. Checkin in before I clock out-- he spoke,hands in pockets and bag slung over his shoulder. Tired eyes with exhaustion pooling at the bottom in dark circles. -- how are we doin'?
--Invisigal left a donut...then she punched it. Waterboy was cleaning up the mess.-- Robert explained on behalf of the janitor who was starting to sweat-? Maybe? -- I was just leaving.
--Well thatll take a while to clean. Surprised she didnt break the keyboard-- He chuckled,he turns to waterboy and says-- doing a great job,kid.
--We're- we're the same Age!-- waterboy answered,hearing Lazaro laugh at his comment. This warm but tired sound that was welcoming.
--No,fair-- he smiled-- but yknow what I meant-- his eyes crinkled with joy. He then turns to Robert and says-- how was things with Z-team?
--They were uh. tricky -- Robert admitted-- gettin' the hang of it.
-- they are tricky. I was the one guiding them around. Not as dispatcher just more of a superior to report to. They hate it-- Maelstorm added,casual in the way he speaks of it-- Theres potential, but theyre tough nuts to crack.
--That they are.
Lazaro held himself a little Straighter, recovering some energy from this exchange. His cloudy hair is turning a beautiful pure white at the tips. The lightning subsides and gives way to this mild sunlight Rays scattered about his hair- making it look like Fire.
--Woah-- waterboy muttered.
--'kayy,gotta go. Nice weekend,chaps-- He offered a grin and Walked out of the room,putting his earbuds on.
As silence settles,neither Man speaks. Just watches Laz go,the swaying of his hips and the way he moves. Truly,a force of nature. Just overall welcoming and warm.
--Laz's a good egg-- robbert commented.
--Yea-yeah! He is. Uhm. He just has this- this thing where he just swoops- sweeps you off.
--Yeah. Like a whirlwind.
--I like him. Not- not like that! Hes just. Kind. -- waterboy felt himself begin to sweat even more-- He uhm. He showed me around after I got the Job. Hes..easy to be around.
--That he is.
Lazaro stepped out of the building,breathing in the air of the golden hour. He takes one step towards his motorcycle and notices he isnt alone- Flambae is leaning on the wall,checking his phone. He seems...annoyed.
--Hey man-- Laz called out-- You waitin' on somebody?
Flambae Turned to him,And sighed. He shrugs and looks at his phone again. Hes clad in almost all black clothes. Leather jacket and pants,nice shoes and a black t-shirt with some sick ass flames on it- made with bleach from what he can see.
--Punch-Up an' I were goin' to Grab dinner together but hes a no show. Fucking ass.
Laz pursed his lips and Walked up to him,holding the strap of his bag. He settles beside him,leaning on the wall. Hes a bit too close- But flambae doesnt mind it, its a cultural thing. Personal space was a bit different in their countries.
--Well Tristan's goin' out with golem to eat. I got a free spot in my motorcycle if you wanna come with. -- he nodded to the parking not-- wasnt going to Cook anyway,order takeout.
The flame hero looked at him,surprised for a second before his gaze hardened to that smug if not annoyed expression he always carried.
--Sure. The place we were goin' sucked anyway.-- He pockets his phone-- come on then,vamonos.
Laz chuckled and nodded,gesturing Him to follow. "Nice outfit you got on. I like it" maelstorm said. "Oh! I mean. Hah,thanks. I know I look good" "you do,actually. I like that shirt- bleach art is so cool"
Flambae was giving him shit over nothing. He knew that. Lazaro was easy to get along with and his good humor wasnt hard to stick to anyone around him. Made his job easier to get through.
He was an anti hero,so he understood villains more than heros did. And he was secretly thankful for that, the whole team is. Laz stood up for them when nobody else did.
--You dress well too.
--This old thing? Just my work outfit.
--Did you design it? Its good anyway. Take the compliment. Its the only one you'll get.
--Right. Of course. How silly of me-- Laz snickered.
His motorcycle was chained to a lamp light. A beautiful,sport model. An r6 yamaha,black with neon details on the logo and the inside of the wheels. Flambae whistled in surprise.
--What a beast. -- he mused.
-- I thought you only gave me one compliment.
--I wasnt complimenting you I was complimenting your bike. Different things.
--Nuh-huh. Here-- He gave him an extra helmet from the glove box-- Usually ravage- Tristen uses it
--Its not...goopy right?
--Dont be childish.
Lazaro hopped on and got the engine started. Flambae sighs and puts on the helmet,it wasnr goopy,and sits behind him. Awkwardly wrapping his arms on his upper back and trying to not blush as the driver leaned against his frame almost on instinct.
To Maelstorm this was nothing New,having people on a motorcycle. But his heartrate did pick up at the feeling of the Mans bigger frame behind him. Laz knew what he was good for,he was swift And flexible,light on his feet and mind. Flambae not so much.
Air rushes past them as they drive down the LA streets. At a stoplight, maelstorm just cant help his giggles as he says.
--I can feel how unconfortable you are,just hold on to my waist. HR doesnt exist in this department anyway -- the joke helped lighten it up,flambae relents And hugs the Mans waist as hes Burning red
--Dont tell anyone about it or-
--Youll burn me to a crisp,yeah. I know.
Flambae's cheeks warm up at the sound of the Argentine accent as Laz speaks. He hates how much he likes it- sing Songy and easy on the ears. Goddamnit.
Their dinner is nice. Just swapping stories of their Jobs and eating some good latin cuisine, being able to unwind And speak spanish together without a care in the world. Maelstorm has a cute smile,and his touch is careful and welcoming.
A warm hand on his back,a pat on the shoulder. Careful as he helps him tie his hair again after it grows loose. There wasnt much flambae could do to hate the guy.
Laz can tell the Man cares in his own way,hes sarcastic and a bit mean but he listens attentively and cracks jokes. Exhaustion began to pile up on him as night settled,and as he waited for the waiter to come over so they could pay,he set his head between his arms and closed his eyes.
Doesnt take him long to fall asleep. The place was warm and there wasnt much noise either,the lights werent too bright. And his companion...felt safe. His defenses lowered without him noticing and just-...yeah.
--Hey,Handsome. -- Laz called out,rubbing his back-- Hey,cmon. Gotta go. Ill drop you off at home.
Flambae blinked his eyes Open,softly. He doesnt hurry to rub the sleep out of his eyes or sit up properly. Shoulders dropped and back hunched.
--that waiter took their sweet time huh.
--Dawh dont be like that.
As promised,Lazaro dropped him off at his house. A nice little appartment really. Flambae is about to go in,but he stops at the entrance of the reception and turns his head over his shoulder. His friend seems confused- He wasnt leaving until he made sure he was in the building and safe
--tonight...it was fun. Lets do it again sometime. Mael.
Behind his helmet,Laz smiles-- Hell yeah. Lets do it again,Flames.
--See ya monday.
--See ya monday-- he parroted with this warmth.
Flambaes eyes softened. He smirks,but without his smugness. Just..happy. And goes into the building, he doesnt hear the motorcycle go off until hes in the elevator-. Awh.
When Laz makes it home,he says hi to Tristen. "So what did you have for dinner?" "Me and flambae grabbed dinner at that place I told you about" . Ravage Turned away from his TV to his friend. "Hold the phone. WHAT"
"We grabbed dinner. Punch-up and him were going to get dinner but punch-up was a no show. So I asked him if he was up for it-"
"Sweet. But not that. He doesnt exactly...like you. I mean he does,hes terrible at hiding it but today he tried to burn you to a crisp"
"Thats just his M.O"
"Yknow? Fair 'nough. Good to see things are smoothing themselves out. Id snuff him out if he tried that again"
"I know you would. N I wouldnt stop you"
Lazaro said goodnight and went to bed. His black cat,bastet,was waiting for him. He gives a few kisses to the feline and changes into comfy sleep clothes. And as he gets in bed,theres a text from flambae that simply reads:
Hey. Idiot. Text me when youre home. Last thing I need Is me coming to save your ass. Im already in bed.
Hey douche. Im home already. Safe. And who said youd save my ass if I got into trouble? Ravage would beat you there before you even got out of your house!
That little shit wishes he was half as fast as me.
Worried,are you?
Fuck off.
Lazaro laughed and sent him a pic of him and Bastet cuddled up. His hair loose,that messy wolf cut,no lightning or sunlight,just him and those tired eyes with the gentlest gaze. Smiling a little,even if hes ready to pass out.
Flambae's face warms up at the sight. Its such a homey,cozy and intimate picture. He almost feels...undeserving of it?.
But he sends one in return. Bad Angle, hair loose and a mess. Tired and looking like he was ran over. But to Laz he looks so handsome.
You look good.
Dont lie.
Im flirting with you,idiot.
That makes the flame hero have to stare at his phone for a minute or so.
I know. Im irresistable.
Sure you are,bud. Rest up. Cmon.
Cute cat...by the way.
Thanks. Her names bastet.
Fitting. You nerd. Anyway,...sweet dreams or whatever.
Yeah. You too. Sweet dreams.
Lazaro falls asleep with this warm,gentle feeling in his chest. Hes fallen in love Many times,and not all of them work out but hes no stranger to the feeling. He welcomes it.
Flambae not so much. He spends a few hours tossing and turning. He was flirting with me. Me?. Me! He thinks. Dont fuck this up. Dont you dare. Dont do it.
In the end rest finds him,mainly because his body gives out on him. But he admits its..nice to have the chance at this almost normalcy,he hasnt had this in so long. He didnt think he'd get this.
Small brain: “speedwagon wouldn’t love me because I’m too ‘masculine’ he would either want to date a proper lady or a nice gentleman. I shouldn’t ship myself with him because I’m too muscular and too ‘dude. bro.’ compared to ladies from his time...”
Galaxy brain: “speedwagon appreciates a gal who can crush someone with her bare hands.”
it's crazy how every time ned and robert are faced with the chasm between them -- nearly ten years apart, irreconcilably different moral codes, plans within plans, conspiracies, secrets -- they will stare into the abyss they each see in the other's eyes and then call cersei a dumb vindictive lannister cunt and blame it on her
the only thing they have in common anymore is the little girl's corpse they drag between them... the only thing they agree on is how much they'd like to see a woman's head on a spit
Ross brought Tomodachi Life and turned his friends into Miis but when it comes to Roy he keeps feeding him cigarettes and poop like people on tumblr are doing instead of normal food
Robert gets The Stray Pixel and ONLY The Stray Pixel
