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Tramp Stamp Robert content!
Mainly just people's lustful reactions to Robert's tattoo, maybe other stuff if I can think of anything/anyone has requests
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First fic: Robert/Flambae
Second fic: Robert/Waterboy (coming soon)
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02 Feb 2026
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The last thing the team was expecting today was to hear a baby crying on the other end of their comms.
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Robert is a single dad
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31 Jan 2026
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Grandpa Bobbie and his daemon Alba, who died before Robert was born, settled as a bobcat. Not the biggest daemon, but big enough one’d have to start considering the size of spaces when it came to their daemon. Dad and his daemon Solas settled as doberman. To a young kid, this was setting a pattern of bigger and bigger forms as the Robertson legacy continued.
Robert and Valda rarely ever went small. They did cheetah, tiger, lion, crocodile. All sorts of breeds of huge dogs. Wolves. Predators and hunters, animals befitting a hero who would protect people and hunt down villains.
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Dispatch with daemons. (Previously titled From the Dust)
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31 Jan 2026
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One of the main characters - the only surviving witness to a murder - has just woken from a coma. Not only is she entirely cognizant, but the first thing that the subtitles say she asks for is a lawyer.
“What are you fucking giggling about?”
The other person that’s been paying attention is Flambae. He’s right next to Robert on the couch, his arm slung over the top behind his head. One foot is propped up on the other knee, also pointing towards Robert, which has him caged in the corner by the arm rest. It’s probably some fucked-up power move. Robert has been ignoring it just to spite him.
“It’s just not how comas work,” Robert shrugs.
“Right, and you know because you’re a fucking doctor,” Flambae quips back.
“I know because I was in one, asshole.”
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During a quiet night in, Robert realizes that his coma and injuries aren't common knowledge among Z-Team.
Most of them take the information in stride with jokes aplenty.
Flambae does not.
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30 Jan 2026
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Having multiple soulmates was something romanticized in stories, but absolutely loathed in practice. Made all the more complicated by the people experiencing it. Every bond was intermingled, looped and knotted up in others. It made the connections murky, the limits hard to grasp. Unfairly proportioned, a gift to some, a curse to others.
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“I just..” he motions up at the MechaMan suit. “I purposely stayed away. Tried to hide away from the bond. I felt like knowing me would only put them in danger. Heroes don't live safe lives. What if one of my enemies went for them because of me?”
“How about we look at it other way.” Robert frowns “If YOUR soulmate was in danger, would you want them to stay away? Or would you want them to let you help?”
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29 Jan 2026