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“If you’re not interested, you can just say that. I probably came on too strong with the whole… ‘fucking you until you cry’ speech.”
“You also called me an annoying bitch. Real mixed signals. I don’t know what to think.”
“You’re hilarious. How about we start with the home cooked meal and see where that goes? Come over tomorrow. I’m an excellent cook.”
“And humble, too.”
“Fuck you, Robert.”
“Not on the first date.”
“I think I changed my mind. You’re too annoying.” There was a pause. “No but really, come over tomorrow.”
aka Flambae and Robert get drunk and hook up. Robert definitely doesn't regret anything and the team is very normal about it. Surprisingly, that's not where it ends.
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Fics are ordered in chronological order, not by order of when I wrote them :P
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13 Nov 2025
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A month on from the Red Ring's massive operation, things in Torrance have quieted down significantly—to the point that Flambae's standing commitment to release his hatred for Robert "once a month or so" completely slips Robert's mind.
He's been putting off clearing the air between them for a while now, so that's probably on him. At least now they have a chance to talk.
... And maybe they can work out an alternative method for Flambae to vent his anger toward Mecha Man.
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11 Nov 2025
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The air to Robert’s left grows warm, then hot—a concentrated sunlight that finally forces him to glance up.
Flambae’s hovering over the catwalk now, still nothing but a silhouette of fire. No trace of flesh. No trace of bones. Even his eyes are consumed by flames, leading Robert to wonder about the reliability of the man’s vision. He is a floating fiery ghoul, by all accounts.
One who may or may not be able to see.
Even so, the sight is formidable. He’d be impressed—seeing the effect up close like this is different than seeing it through the Mecha Man suit—but the image of the man slipping on a puddle and breaking his tooth on the bar makes it difficult to be anything but vaguely amused.
“If you’re gonna throw me off, could you at least do it in your other form?” Robert asks listlessly. “I’d like to die without third-degree burns, if at all possible.”
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or; dispatch, but flambae is a romance option
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11 Nov 2025
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"Can't. Niece has a dance recital."
Robert remembers having fun doing dance in high school. It was a good way to keep him active since he wasn't that into playing sports as much as watching them. Before his father's death, it was dance practice in the afternoon, then working on the Mecha Man suit in silence at night. After becoming Mecha Man, the thought of dancing again never crossed his mind, but when rumors in the underworld start to circulate about the Troupe, an elusive assassin organization, being back in Torrence, Robert finds himself undercover as an instructor for a children's dance studio.
Espionage is not Flambae's strong suit. He's flashy in every sense of the word from his costume to his powers. However, he can't just stand by when Coupé discovers her old handlers have returned, and his niece's dance studio may be at the center of it all. Her new dance instructor catches his eye due to the suspicious way he conducts himself, and definitely not because Flambae finds him annoyingly attractive.
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- Part 5 of Fire Puns (Flamecha/Mechabae Fics)
- Part 5 of Dispatch
Bookmarked by Xirosh
08 Nov 2025