worldwideworm
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Bookmarked by worldwideworm
10 Apr 2026
-
Tags
Summary
He thought killing him would free himself of the misfortune that was being haunted by that ominous steel mask, those soulless optics, that foreboding voice. No, Shroud trailed behind him now. What was once the twisted lust that was having a nemesis, morphed into something so much worse. Shroud was his nightmares. Shroud was his blood, his sweat, his tears. His very essence had melted into Robert’s shadow the moment he died at his hands, forever a phantom at his back, mocking him for instituting death, for playing God.
or
Robert is struggling with the guilt of taking a life. He thinks he's got it all figured out: drown in work until the blaring sirens in his skull fade to a whisper. The Z-Team doesn't notice his unhealthy behavior. Flambae does.
Bookmarked by worldwideworm
23 Feb 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Shroud is in prison, and the Red Ring has disbanded. The Z-Team has never been better, stronger, or closer. Robert is so fucking proud of them, of how far they've all come.
Robert is also so, so tired.
Flambae notices.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 15,087
- Chapters:
- 4/?
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 105
- Kudos:
- 648
- Bookmarks:
- 124
- Hits:
- 8,889
Bookmarked by worldwideworm
23 Feb 2026
-
Tags
Summary
One of the main characters - the only surviving witness to a murder - has just woken from a coma. Not only is she entirely cognizant, but the first thing that the subtitles say she asks for is a lawyer.
“What are you fucking giggling about?”
The other person that’s been paying attention is Flambae. He’s right next to Robert on the couch, his arm slung over the top behind his head. One foot is propped up on the other knee, also pointing towards Robert, which has him caged in the corner by the arm rest. It’s probably some fucked-up power move. Robert has been ignoring it just to spite him.
“It’s just not how comas work,” Robert shrugs.
“Right, and you know because you’re a fucking doctor,” Flambae quips back.
“I know because I was in one, asshole.”
------
During a quiet night in, Robert realizes that his coma and injuries aren't common knowledge among Z-Team.
Most of them take the information in stride with jokes aplenty.
Flambae does not.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 185,155
- Chapters:
- 57/?
- Collections:
- 6
- Comments:
- 2,424
- Kudos:
- 8,462
- Bookmarks:
- 1,463
- Hits:
- 213,346
Bookmarked by worldwideworm
21 Feb 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“I’m making negative five thousand dollars each month?” Robert’s mouth fell open and he wasn’t sure he could afford to close it.
Sonar just nodded. “Sure are. Your credit card debt has credit card debt. I’m honestly shocked your credit score isn’t six.”
“So I’m just poor? That’s it?”
“Sucks to suck dude.” Sonar stood up, stretching as he yawned. “Bet you wish you’d sealed the deal with Blonde Blazer now, huh?”
“I’m not hot enough to fuck my way into triple my salary and a new suit.”
-
or; Robert becomes a phone sex operator. Flambae becomes his best client.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 53,510
- Chapters:
- 6/7
- Comments:
- 355
- Kudos:
- 1,819
- Bookmarks:
- 396
- Hits:
- 27,191
Bookmarked by worldwideworm
20 Feb 2026