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Miles and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad 45 Minutes by traipsingthrough234
Fandoms: Original Work
21 Jun 2021
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All Miles wanted was an easy job. Cat sitting, by its very nature, should be an easy job. How the hell did it go so wrong then?
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Flambae gets his first piece of fan-mail with Robert at his side. He has a lot feelings.
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26 Feb 2026
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sensitivity training was super effective! by Galo for oofouchyikes
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
20 Feb 2026
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Flambae files an HR complaint against Robert. It backfires spectacularly.
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26 Feb 2026
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“Mecha Man! Is it true you’re dating someone from SDN?”
Robert pauses for just a moment. They hadn’t mentioned Blazer specifically, Robert could say anyone and they would eat it up like starved animals. This gave him the best-worst idea ever.
He turns to them with a lazy smile and nods. “Yeah, but it ain’t Blazer.”
Blazer, catching on, chuckles and shakes her head in amusement. “You’re awful.” She mutters.
“Serves them right.” Robert replies as they continue walking. “They can trip over themselves trying to figure out who the non-existent person is.”
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26 Feb 2026
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After a fight with a dangerous villain, Robert is accidentally given Flambae's powers over fire. This leaves Flambae without any powers at all. Until they can undo this, they're stuck learning what it's like to be a metahuman and a normie, respectively. This gives them a greater understanding of each other, and this is how they fall in love.
---Warning: Superhero violence
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25 Feb 2026
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in which Flambae has a morbid fascination with the only man he knows that'd unironically enjoy drinking a Super-Sized Dulce de Leche extra-sweet, extra-whip, extra-crunch, quadruple-espresso-shot Latte. In one sitting.
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Kadir hadn't been lying when he’d said Robert Robertson the fucking Third wasnt his damn type. Not that he was put off by twinks --he’s had his fair few, but compared to the dispatcher he usually preferred his men prettier, more muscular, more pliant . . more eager. But, Rob-Bob, unfortunately . . . had this way about him, some strange sort of pull in the dip of his voice and tilt of his head and hood of his rounded doe’s-eyes when he talked to you with his full attention. Like it was some precious commodity. However oblivious he was or wasn’t, it made people circle around him, like he had his own gravity. It made them stupid.And Kadir was being stupid. Honestly, straight up, not-even-Robert’s-fault stupid. Standing here, with a slow-melting iced-caffeine-monstrosity balanced on the palm of his hand, fingers making the least contact possible with the sides.
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25 Feb 2026
