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Flambae still has his monthly anger spikes. Everyone expects the usual: Robert getting decked. But this time? He hesitates.
Instead of punching Robert… he awkwardly pats his head.
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A random villain-of-the-week makes Robert late for work. It's only by a few minutes, yet the encounter that hardly lasted a few seconds instills a sudden chill in Robert's bones. Its persistence is matched only by the Z-Team's stubbornness as they force their dispatcher to join them in activities they think will warm him up.
But none of it matters if Robert can't learn to believe he'll ever be warm again... or that he deserves the warmth this team brings him.
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Post-Episode 8 (Good/Pacifist/No Romance/Everyone is Forgiven ending)
Trigger Warnings: Self-destructive/self-harming tendencies, suicidal ideation/thoughts, near-death experience(s) -
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The obligatory ’What if Robert Robertson the third was a girl’ fic idea.
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"Looks like Courtney's not the only pervert..."
The Z-Team's wet dreams about a certain dispatcher.
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My take on 'Do You Dream of Us?' by PaperHat243
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- Part 10 of Poly Z-Team Fics ❤️
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Boy, I'm Looking For A Fire (I'm Only Asking For Desire) by acestyx
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
26 Nov 2025
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“Look.” he continued, hands raised in surrender. “You’re pissed. I get it. As you know, the rest of my day wasn’t that fucking great either.”
He nodded towards the corner of the ceiling, where one of several small CCTV cameras sat. “But if you’re going to incinerate me, could you at least do it in a blind spot? I don’t exactly want my charred corpse caught in 4k.”
Flambae glanced around at the cameras, puffing out a warm, steady breath. He met Robert’s gaze again, hot embers burning beneath his glare. Flambae’s other fist curled, trembling slightly.
Robert licked his lips and braced, fully expecting to have to come up with a brand new excuse tomorrow for why his nose was busted this time around.
Instead, his eyes narrowed when Flambae’s glare — for the smallest, most imperceptibly short moment — flitted down, tracking the motion. Flambae’s gaze snapped back up, looking caught.
Robert blinked, eyes widening. His mouth fell open, the corner of his mouth ticking up just a fraction. “Oh.”
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Or, Robert and Flambae run into eachother after hours, post the “comms incident”. They argue a bit, then finish what they started.
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- Part 2 of Slow Burn