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“She didn’t tell me she was sending the hot nurse.” His voice is low, raspy in a way Robert is sure is supposed to be seductive but sounds a little more like he swallowed sandpaper. He grins up crookedly, eyes shamelessly dragging over the column of Robert’s throat. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Robert blinks. Once. Twice.
He… he wasn’t expecting that.
Or,
Flambae is concussed and thinks Robert’s his boyfriend. Shenanigans ensue.
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Bookmarked by Charlie (ImNotAFish)
09 Feb 2026
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Robert mumbled something he couldn't catch.
"What? I don't understand what you're saying," he tried, going for a calm tone. Calm-ish. His heart was beating out of his chest with adrenaline.
"... he put something in my drink."
Flambae froze for a second... then cursed, pulling the burning t-shirt off his back, stomping it out on the ground before getting his leather jacket; it was treated with fire-retardant. He would probably need it.
Shit. Fuck, he had to get his shit together.
"Robert. I need you to tell me where you are. Okay? Are you alone? Are you hurt?" he bit out. He'd done his fair share of clubbing - a little less now that he had a regular job, but still - and he'd also seen his fair share of... Nope. If he thought about that he would catch the whole fucking building on fire.
"I... I knocked him out," Robert said. There was an audible swallow. Flambae was concentrating so hard, he could hear the dry click of the man's throat as it worked. Or maybe he just imagined it.
"Fucking good. I'm coming to get you. But I need to know where the fuck you are, do you remember?" he asked, already out the door, taking the stairs down two at a time instead of waiting for the elevator.Series
- Part 4 of Head Game
Bookmarked by Charlie (ImNotAFish)
09 Feb 2026
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This Robert considers carefully. Then watches Flambae just as carefully as he says, willing his face with all his might into something unreadable, “I don't beg, Flambae. But you can.”
There's a flush to Flambae's neck and tiny flames flicker at the tips of his fingers—blink, and they're gone. Robert doesn't blink.
Robert's good at telling people what to do. Flambae's great at testing people's patience. It's a casual arrangement that Robert enters with a cool head and zero unresolved issues. Don't even worry about it.
Bookmarked by Charlie (ImNotAFish)
09 Feb 2026
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Robert looks down at the lingerie again. Perhaps, he’ll switch over. After all, if it’s under his clothes, no one can see. He’s reminded of the bralette still sitting in the box and picks it up. Luckily it didn’t have actual cups, so it would fit snug against Robert’s flat chest. The butterflies flew faster, and the dispatcher felt excitement coarse through him. Fuck, he really wanted to put it on, he has to. He flips the clothing around and fumbles with the clasps, finally separating them.
“Oi! Bob-bitch, Guess who’ll be needing insulin tomo-“
Robert freezes, feeling his blood run cold. The butterflies cease their flight, falling into the stomach acid. His hands stop, clutching the bralette. No way…this can’t be happening! But the voice was crisp in his ears, and his right side felt a new tinge of warmth. Slowly, his head turns until his eyes meet Flambae’s.
Robert Robertson wrestles with his feminine side.
Bookmarked by Charlie (ImNotAFish)
09 Feb 2026
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Being stuck in his flaming form after a mission, Flambae is put somewhere secluded to avoid burning anything down until he can turn back.
Robert tries to be there for him, but Flambae’s condition only gets worse…
Bookmarked by Charlie (ImNotAFish)
09 Feb 2026