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Forgiveness is an Idiot's Word -

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Mechabae Rambles - Robert doesn't want to go

Robert wouldn't love Flambae if he was a worm

Me going manic over nicknames

"Dying in your arms sounds nice"

Some fic idea where Robert comes home from a different state

Flambert as Wanted by Hunter Hayes

An analysis on their reactions to death

Dispatch Rambles - Crashin' A Mutherfuckin' Wedding is such a Robert Song

Robert as Sombra-sort-of AU thing

Insight on Robert's age and hero laws

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In a scenario where one of them got fatally injured during some big fight with a villain and the other was there with them either before they died or found them right after:

Reason why is because I also headcanon that you can’t get a hero’s license (or a flight license) until you’re 16 (which would check out with the fact that Chase was 16 when he would have saved Robert from getting killed by the mech suit in 1999, seeing as he states that he’s 20 in 2003). You can get a hero’s license at 16, but you have to be affiliated with a team. You can’t start doing solo work until you’re 18, nor can you be a primary hero on dangerous missions (which would explain why Chase was always left behind whenever Astral was “working late”). Younger heroes probably aren’t allowed to work past certain hours either, though the breaking of these rules can be forgiven in the case of a disaster the size of Red Ring’s rampage at the end of the game.

Anyway, Robert had been Mecha Man for 15 years. If he’s 30, that means he became Mecha Man when he was 15.

He became Mecha Man illegally and no one thought to shake him down because they already knew who he was. Everyone just assumed he had what he needed.

This fits into the fact that Robert, while he always tried to save everyone, he didn’t always do it in the most heroic way (ex: tossing Toxic off the balcony, cutting off Flambae’s fingers). I mean, I don’t fault my boy for that, he doesn’t have powers and these people would kill him if he didn’t fight dirty, but it’s not the picture of heroism.

So he broke the law to be a hero.

Additionally; and I’m making a lot of assumptions based on his character; Robert didn’t have a team, went to work whenever there was a villain, and didn’t give a fuck about how dangerous the situation he was getting into was. We can tell that much just based on his scars.

He was breaking every hero law as AT LEAST a sophomore in high school, and he was doing it because the world needed Mecha Man.

It also raises the silly idea that Robert still doesn’t have his hero or flight license because getting it would mean admitting he broke the law at fifteen, then kept breaking the law by doing hero work and flying without either license.

When Blazer asks for them to put copies in the records room, Robert keeps pretending to forget them until eventually Blazer just fills in the information on her own.

I’ve learned more medical conditions. You guys are gonna hate the last chapter of Forgiveness Is An Idiot’s Word.

Forgiveness is about to be a word this idiot will never be granted.

To remedy this, Royd installs basically a robot spine into Robert’s back that receives signals from his brain that allow him to move, y’know like regular bones or whatever.

The robotic spine has a shit ton of technology wore through it, and it’s kinda like a spine version of his vambraces. What I mean is that he can control the mech suit just by thinking about it, as the robotic parts receive signals from his mind.

Think Sombra from Overwatch, except he can’t turn invisible.

I just like the possibilities that come from this AU.

First of all, whose idea was it? I think Robert was so desperate to be able to move again (to be able to HELP people again) that the asked Royd to help him come up with something, like how amputees will have robotic limbs.

Once he’s living with it, he realizes how reminiscent it is of something Shroud would do. It makes him sick to his stomach, but he pushes it down. He did what he had to do in order to keep living, not gain more power.

Unfortunately though, he kind of became a walking computer. I mean, he can’t like, browse the internet, but he can remotely connect to servers.

On an even worse note, as we know, computer processors need to stay cool in order to function. You don’t want an overheated robot.

I don’t feel guilty for being the reason you lost your fingers. I don’t feel guilty for not regretting doing it.

You got the revenge I wanted you to have, Chad. I’m happy.

Chad’s eyes softened as he stared into Robert’s. “I didn’t want to be even, I wanted you to be safe.”

A sneak peak line for the 5 people here who care about this fic XD:

“How long have you fucking been awake?”

“Oh I ain’t a stranger to your thorns. Think I’m a damsel, then you get the horns”

“I ain’t a damsel, I make that clear”

Is that not literally Robert during the bar scene? Or even with the Z Team, or just Robert in general? He’s not a stranger to villains and violence, he’s been doing this shit for fifteen years.

He doesn’t need anyone else’s help either. Not at the bar where he was literally maiming Red Ring goons left and right, and not when Visi was telling him to untie her and that he needed her help.

He didn’t.

“Think fast ‘cause mama’s gonna tear out your heart”

Heart, brain implant. Potato sharknado, you know the one.

Also, the actual scene this song plays over is so Robert coded as well. Like, Millie and Robert match each other’s feral. (Context: Millie was killing a bunch of goons who were after her. She was jumping on them like a feral raccoon, tearing their skin out with her teeth, choking them with fairy lights, impaling them with dildos mounted on a stick, etc.)

Not to mention that Robert would absolutely be this feral over anyone doing anything to Flambae. The shit he did at the bar was just for sport, it’s actual revenge time now, baby.

Like, they just want to be wanted, man, but neither of them, especially Robert, actually believe they can be.

Deep down, I think that Flambae knows that he’s cared for and that people want him around. It’s just his anxiety on the surface, y’know?

Robert, though, thinks he’s only wanted as a hero. Like, passively, he knows he’s loved, but like… They don’t really want him around. They want a guy who can dispatch and a guy who’ll have their backs and listen. Anyone can do that, he’s not special.

Flambae just wants Robert to know that, if nothing else, he wants him. No other normie will do, Robert’s it for him and he needs to know.

I can’t bring myself to write them.

Of course not.

Anyways, imagine Robert has to leave California to dispatch for a new team that needs extra help or something and he’s gone for a while. Without telling anyone, he and Beef come back to Torrance randomly during the work day. Flambae finds out by returning to his and Robert’s apartment after work and finding Robert passed out on the couch. He runs over, excited, and wakes him up gently, kissing his face. Robert gets all sheepish and is like, “Shit, I fell asleep. I was trying to surprise you,” and Flambae’s all: “Bitch, I was surprised. Now take another power nap while I cook you dinner.”

Enjoy the first bit of the thing I’m writing tomorrow morning once I can keep my eyes open.

“I’m happy you’re here,” Blue whispered with tired eyes and a smile he struggled to keep visible. The droplets falling from above him hit his cheeks and gathered at his chin, rolling down the fabric of his mask and mixing with the red that ran rapidly down from his forehead. “Dying in your arms sounds nice. For me anyway. It probably sucks for you,” he forced out, voice raspy.

“Yeah, it does fucking suck.”

“Sorry.”

Robert, one brow raised, looked back from where he was lying across his boyfriend’s lap on the couch, practically folded over the larger man’s legs. “Oh yeah,” Robert answered, voice dripping with his deadpanned sarcasm. “I’d love you so much. We’d go on a walk outside and a long vacation to a patch of dirt, and then I’d bury you because not only do worms belong in the dirt, but they only live for like two days,” he remarked, rolling his eyes and turning back around to look at his phone.

Flambae put his own phone down on Robert’s legs, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at the back of Robert’s head. “Worms live for like… two years, bitch,” Flambae corrected, his accented voice carrying his own flamboyant flavor of sass.

Robert turned back around, furrowed brows and tiny smirk on display. “Why do you know that?”

Flambae scoffed, throwing his arms out to the side dramatically. “You really wouldn’t love me if I was a worm?” he asked instead of answering, squinting at his boyfriend.

“No, I love you,” Robert replied, turning back around to lay his head against his arms that were folded against the couch cushions. “You wouldn’t be you if you were a worm,” he continued, voice slightly muffled.

“No, but like,” Flambae started again, gesturing his hands forward like an angry Italian man. “I got turned into a worm. It’s still me, I’m just a worm now.”

Robert turned back once again, expression perfectly neutral. “Then I’d cut you in half and feed you to Sonar to put you out of your misery,” he replied with a squint, laughing as Flambae hit him in the side of the head.

“You bitch! You’d feed me to batboner?” he asked incredulously, expression one of betrayal.

“You’d be a worm Flambae! They can’t think! You wouldn’t love me either!” Robert retorted dramatically with a smile, shrugging his shoulder as a way of gesturing.

“You wouldn’t even try to turn me back? You’d just fucking kill me?” Flambae asked, still loud and dramatic. Robert laughed.

“Okay, wait. In this hypothetical situation where you, somehow, got turned into a worm, if I could turn you back, I obviously wouldn’t kill you,” Robert amended, causing Flambae to cross his arms with a victorious smirk. “But I wouldn’t love you as a worm, either! I’d love you as a human who just so happened to be a worm at the moment!”

“So you would still love me!” Flambae shouted, smug and victorious. Robert laughed.

“Not as a worm! I’d only love you if I could turn you back,” Robert said, schooling his expressing. He turned slightly back away from Flambae before continuing smugly. “If I couldn’t, then I’d just kill you. Maybe go fishing.”

Flambae gasped, too dramatically to be real shock, even for him. “You bitch!” he said with a laugh, uncrossing his arms and bringing his hands down to hold Robert’s waist, squeezing.

“Gah- NO!” Robert shouted, laughing as he tried to roll away from much larger man tickling him.

Flambae laughed, sliding Robert from his lap so he could move over him instead, pinning him with his thighs as he continued his attack.

After a few minutes, once Robert stopped trying to fight it and all he could do was sit there and laugh as tears fell down his cheeks, Flambae’s hands stilled, and the warmer of the two leaned down to lay on top of the other. He placed a kiss below Robert’s ear, still holding his waist protectively. “I love you, ātashé delam,” Flambae whispered, nuzzling his nose into the side of Robert’s neck.

“I love you too,” Robert replied with a weak voice, out of breath. He was still shaking from how hard he’d been laughing. “Just not if you were a worm.”