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“So, Robert, I hear you went out on a date.”
Robert chuckled into his receiver, at Invisigal’s opening for today’s bout of requisite Z-Team inane-ass smalltalk.
“I don’t know about any of you guys, but I am getting a very weird sense of déjà vu. Do we think Shroud is waiting somewhere round a corner, to try and kidnap Beef again?”
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(AKA: once Robert Robertson's Maslow's Heirarchy of Needs is met, he finds himself starting to wonder if... maybe, just maybe, he might be little bisexual).
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- Part 1 of fuck it! dispatch fic collection
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Bookmarked by Sage656
16 Apr 2026
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Peak Robert characterisation.
I saw Maslov's hierarchy of needs in the summary and knew it was gonna be a spectacular fic 👌👌👌
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The reasonable thing to do when you get flung three years into the past would be to sit down and think things through - make a plan.
Fuck that noise - the Z-Team doesn't make plans. They have one (1) future dispatcher and current
disasterhero to find and bully into taking care of himself and one (1) statistics-obsessed, jackass supervillain to murder and leave in a convenient ditch. Easy, straight forward - no problem.Robert would really appreciate it if someone would explain to him what the hell is going on.
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- Part 1 of Reliving in Interesting Times
Bookmarked by Sage656
21 Feb 2026
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You don't understand, this fic means everything to me, Robert got so loved
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“It’s not a real kid, Chase.”
Chase is technically underage, he’s a year away from being able to drink but the bartender didn’t bother to check his ID. Chase has always looked a little older than he was, it works in his favor now.
Nobody at a hero bar like this would assume he was so young.
“How the fuck do you think that?” Chase asks, spits. His hands still shake with the memory of it. The beer in his hand shakes with the tremors of his hands. “How the fuck do you do it?”
Mechaman sighs, deep, disappointed. He leans back, taking his whiskey with him.
The rest of the Brave Brigade was downstairs, drinking in victory, dancing with the other heroes, celebrating.
“It’s the Astral Pulse.”
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To call Robert's new situation with Flambae ‘complicated’ would be a drastic understatement.
Robert cut his fucking fingers off. Flambae tried to burn him to death after a bar fight. They aren’t good for each other, barely even like each other, and there’s no way it’s going to end well.
But when the sex is this fucking good, Robert is having trouble listening to the logic.
Or, the one where they become fuckbuddies and catch feelings.
(Everyone pretend to be shocked.)
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Bookmarked by Sage656
27 Dec 2025
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They're married, your honour
Robert journey into letting himself have a nice thing, but also he's a raccoon in bed -
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“Robert, don’t look, but there’s a group of weirdos over by the window who bet me that I couldn’t get the number of, and I quote, ‘that gloomy twink at the bar’.”
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Z-Team unknowingly sends Robert’s ex to flirt with him, not knowing they already know each other, and Robert is all too happy to play along if it means his ex will split his winnings with him. But damn, when did the bar get so hot? Couldn’t have anything to do with Flambae looking like he’s five seconds from lunging over the table and killing someone, right?
Bookmarked by Sage656
05 Dec 2025