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You were useful once. Useful, terrifying, violent. You were once the harvester of an illicit organ trafficking ring haunting the streets of L.A before someone snitched, destroying your portion of the operation in a bust. You were given two choices; serve your life sentence in prison or take your chance at rehabilitation for SDN. Wanting to keep your own organs in tact, you chose the latter.
And not only are your days and nights spent in reformation amongst former villains not unlike yourself, not only is your every call left in the hands of a stranger, but your cravings grow stronger. The hunger, the thirst, the unbridled lust for another's viscera deep in the crevices of your teeth, it only swells like a bruise. The blood bags are barely keeping you together anymore. It's extremely unheroic- you've vowed to stray from your past cannibalistic ways- but your body craves the warmth of another's insides.
Why were your urges so much stronger at the sight of a glass of water?
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"Enemies to lovers? More like enemies to friends back to enemies. Asshole," Robert muttered.
“Still a better love story than Twilight." Flambae let out a cackle at his own joke. "Besides. If you were gay, you would be on the bottom. Little bottom bitch twink."
"If is a weird choice." Robert glanced up at him. “Considering I'm bi."
"Wait." Flambae paused in his walking. "Wait, are you actually—"
"You activating your powers right now?" Robert put a hand on Flambae's cheek. "Kinda warm."
"It's hot out!" Flambae snapped. "Of course I'm warm—shut your dumbass up."
"...Me and Vis are open."
Flambae short circuited. "...Open as in...?"
Robert patted his neck. "We can fuck whoever. Yeah." He let go. "But. Y'know. You've said before, I'm not your type. And I'm your boss. So if you aren't interested."
"When have I ever given a fuck about titles?" Flambae scoffed.
"...Plus I may have been lying about you not being my type."
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The Z-Team were all bound to be together anyways.
A messy slow burn towards the Z-Team's kitchen table polycule, with fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, & smut along the way!
(HR hates them.)
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- Part 1 of Kitchen Table HR Violation
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Robert sets down the pregnancy test. He's aware that heats only end early due to drugs, or a knot producing a pregnancy.
For the next two weeks Robert was torn on what he should do.
Should he keep it?
Should he put it up for adoption?
Should he inform the father?
Well, Robert Robertson III couldn't bring himself to do either of those things and that's why he has a secret four-year-old son.
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Robert has secrets that he keeps from the Z-Team, like he's Mecha Man, an Omega, and well, he has a son.... and one of them might be the father.
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After an accident takes her mother Flambae's neice finds herself being passed from foster family to foster family. When it's too much, she runs to the only place she knows is safe: the SDN headquarters where her uncle works.
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Robert thought that his life couldn't get any more stressful.
He was wrong. Very very wrong, and it was only the beginning of his lifelong troubles.
But maybe he could have a couple of shiny consolation prizes at the end, if he played his cards right and didn't fold.