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"Mecha Man, you arrested Flambae only a few years ago. You two went from years-long enemies to working together side-by-side with the SDN to battle crime and, notably, defeat Shroud. What do you have to say about that progression?"
Robert's face turns, and his eyes meet Flambae's, standing beside him in front of his respect podium.
Mecha Man and Flambae are secretly in a relationship. How does the public react when they begin to suspect it?
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"We both know we don't have time to stand around and listen to you stutter out half a thought, so get on with it. What about her?" she asks again.
Whitaker takes a single, steadying breath. "She …" He wets his lips, eyes scattering across the room before they return no more confidently to meet hers, "She took a scalpel out of one of the suture carts in the hallway."
Or: What if Whitaker had seen Santos take the scalpel and told Garcia?
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a tapestry of stories (woven with scarred skin) by phorever
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
06 May 2026
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“Just let me take over this time. You promised me I could ask about your …” he trails, rather reluctant in finishing the thought aloud.
“Scars,” Robert finishes, the word surprisingly not awkward, nor stilted. He had believed it would catch on the pricks of his painful memories as it left his mouth. “And yes, I did.”
Flambae learns about Robert's scars.
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and when i burn, my sinful thoughts will die last by phorever
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
09 Apr 2026
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“I think—you’ve, uh,” he rasps awkwardly through pants, “got the wrong … guy.”
Flambae’s brows furrow, and his familiar angered expression flits over his face quick as the spread of wildfire in dry season. “Oh, trust me, I wish I could forget what your stupid face looks like.” His expression maintains its intensity as he asks with complete seriousness, “What the actual fuck are you doing?”
Robert self-harms. Flambae finds him in the aftermath.
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“Chase!” Robert calls with the vigor of a person seeking shelter amidst a battlefield in a waging war. “Chase, hey, hey—” the palm cradling his cheek draws back and meets it again with a tap that grows persistent as he demands, “heyheyhey look at me—look at me!”
Or: an extended version of the ending of episode 6.
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To Be Known the Way You Should (Is to Put Yourself Through Hell) by S0rina
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
01 Apr 2026
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Dear Sir, Father, Dad,
When was the last time I called you that?
Dad, if you're reading this, I'm sorry.
Bookmarked by phorever
21 Jun 2026
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After everything went down with Shroud, Robert decides he has no reason left to stay.
Bookmarked by phorever
21 Jun 2026
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2nd fic to have ever made me cry and only in 2.7k words 🤍
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if only you'd seen me by fyodorsNo1rat for 2waesabii2
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
01 Mar 2025
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Atsushi Nakajima does not deserve to live.
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How Atsushi died, and why it happened.
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21 Jun 2026
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pretty blue streetlights and his brown eyes by byulelle
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
01 Jan 2026
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“Like you could even drive mine, Hollander. Too strong, too powerful for boring man like you,” he bellows, eyes sharp and smoldering.
And the implication isn't lost on Shane. “You don't know that,” Shane scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“Want to test drive then?” Ilya slides the key fob towards the space between them. When his vodka arrives, Shane's hand darts to grab the glass and downs it all in one go.
“You take me,” he says through a grimace. “If I like how it…drives, maybe I'll buy it from you when I steal that Stanley from under your nose,” he mumbles before walking off towards said car.
Ilya just cocks a brow up, amused. “Maybe I need to put a muzzle on you, Hollander,”
Within the space of a hundred roaring sports cars, Shane Hollander finds his favorite ride.
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21 Jun 2026
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“What would you know about feelings?” Tartaglia snaps. “You’re nothing but a puppet, an empty husk, cast aside by your own creator. You don’t even have a heart.”
Scaramouche digs his nails into the flesh of Tartaglia’s chest, hard enough to draw blood. “If I wanted one,” he says, teeth grazing against Tartaglia’s exposed neck, “I would have ripped yours out long ago.”
Scaramouche returns from Inazuma and claims his consolation prize.
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20 Jun 2026