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    There just had to be a jewelry store next door, that just had to have some desirable piece on display that made it the perfect target for an early morning heist...and it just had to be next to a fucking daycare.

    Did Robert know the guy had a gun? Yes. But what he didn't know was that the bastard had gotten in a lucky shot.

    Fuck his incredibly high pain tolerance.

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    25 Nov 2025

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    The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.

    So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.

     
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    The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?

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    25 Nov 2025

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    And it’s… well, at first Techno thinks it's a human. He’s got rounded cheeks and a small button nose, mouth wide open and yelling. He’s waving his arms around angrily, tiny fingers clenched into a fist. But then Techno looks slightly up, and he can see the pointed, furry ears sticking out from his unruly blond hair. Techno shifts the boy to the side and he can see a tail.

    “–me go, you bitch! Fuck you! Let me go!”

    A little warrior, Techno thinks as the boy kicks and curses in his fist. Runt, his mind screams, looking at just how small the boy is in his hands.

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    Werewolf Tommy is abandoned by his pack. Vampire SBI decide to take him in (only until they find someone else to care for him. They won't get attached-right?)

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    09 Sep 2022

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    SO GOOD PERFECT THE BEST ONE YET TBH

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    30 Jul 2022

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    Big collection so lots of content, hits all my SBI bingo squares

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    “W-What do you- I mean can I- are you here to rob us?” The person managed to stammer out.

    Siren snorted. “No. I’m just here to order some food.”

    “Wh-What about him?” The cashier asked, glancing at Tommy. “Did you- did you kidnap him?”

    “I mean… yeah, let’s go with that in case this ends up on the news,” Siren shrugged, looking back at Tommy. “I kidnapped you, right?”

    “Yeah, sure,” Tommy agreed, knowing that if they said he was kidnapped, it would keep people from getting suspicious of why he was seen in public with Siren. “Anyway, can I get the chicken nuggets happy meal, with a coke?”

    or, how Tommy—who is not a hero, or a villain, or even a vigilante—saves the life of one of L'Manberg's most feared supervillains, and accidentally ends up becoming the resident doctor for every supervillain in town (and maybe gets a family along the way too).

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    21 Jan 2022

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    Comfort food fic, literally made me cry but it's schwatevsies