Senaraine
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“We think it’s a Soulmate Eater,” Blazer explained to him, the moment he sat down.
“I'm sorry… a what-the-fuck-now?”
“Yeah, that was me, about five days ago,” she sighed, rubbing her shoulder unconsciously, where Robert assumed her mark must be, underneath the purple sweater she was wearing. “But... they’re a thing, apparently! There’s been twelve of them, in recorded supervillain history."
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A new supervillain is terrorising the city, draining people's soulmate connections and leaving them catatonic, in order to fuel some kind of unknown plot.
But that's totally ok, because Robert Robertson doesn't actually have a soulmate... or so he thinks.
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- Part 2 of fuck it! dispatch fic collection
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“Bob-Bob, we have a problem.”
Robert adjusted his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and clicked immediately through to the 1-to-1 window on his Dispatch screen, ready and on hand. “I’m on deck. What’s happening, Bae?”
“Well, there’s really no easy way to say this, but… I’m irresistible.”
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In combat, Flambae gets hit by a spell that makes everyone fall in love with him. Luckily, one specific person seems to be immune.
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- Part 3 of fuck it! dispatch fic collection
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As it turned out, Robert really was Flambae’s type.
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After dealing with Shroud once and for all, Robert Robertson finds that it's hard to have a personal 'thing' going on when your, ahem, person of...interest...is as subtle as a fireball. Romance isn't dead, it's just locked behind HR's code of conduct.
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“...Hell yeah this some Britney, bitch! This one is for Robert—where is he—there he is! Robbo at the bar! Yeah! Luckiest fucking fucker in all of Southland! ‘Cause guess who fucking fucked him—oh yeah, back to the chorus! Uhn uhn…” -
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“She didn’t tell me she was sending the hot nurse.” His voice is low, raspy in a way Robert is sure is supposed to be seductive but sounds a little more like he swallowed sandpaper. He grins up crookedly, eyes shamelessly dragging over the column of Robert’s throat. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Robert blinks. Once. Twice.
He… he wasn’t expecting that.
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Flambae is concussed and thinks Robert’s his boyfriend. Shenanigans ensue.
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The man was in a suit that almost reminded Robert of something from Cirque du Soleil, all skin-tight, shimmering fabric with bursts of red and orange and a V-neck that showed a lot more than neck. The wrap-around sunglasses didn’t even look that ridiculous.
Infuriatingly, he managed to be beautiful, like a Monet in an Ikea frame is beautiful. He had changed very little in the years since Robert first encountered him, at least physically. Robert couldn’t say the same.