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Robert and Flambae have been going steady for a while. That's when he meets Robert's ex, the infamous one where Robert got so drunk he ended up in the dumpster. Flambae definitely feels some sort of way about it.
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25 Feb 2026
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Stinking cute very very good
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Robert Robertson is the most infuriating man Flambae has ever met. Even more so since he revealed that he is, in fact, Mechaman.
However, somewhere between beating Shroud and returning to work, Flambae gradually begins to realize that maybe there was more to Robert than just the blind hatred he'd held onto for so long.
Between not-dates and vet visits, Flambae's feelings slowly begin to shift, from irritation to something that feels a lot like heart-palpatations.
Or: 5 times Flambae fails to kick Robert's ass, and the one time he actually does
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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.
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Flambae is concussed and thinks Robert’s his boyfriend. Shenanigans ensue.
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It made sense that Robert associated touch with something bad and given the way he made comments about his father being the ‘tough love’ type, Flambae was starting to doubt that much of the touch Robert received had ever been positive. How many times had someone laid their hands on Robert and didn’t mean him harm?
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Robert is scared of being touched. Flambae tries to make it a little less scary.
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"I like you." Robert's words come out in a quiet exhale, but unwavering, unabashed in the quiet night air. "Might be in love with you, just a little."
Flambae swallows, throat tight, a coil in his stomach. "I-I...Robert." He places a hand on the railing beside Robert, the man still looking at him with shiny doe brown eyes. He taps the remaining fingers of his right hand against the cool metal nervously. "I...I'm sorry."