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Coral posting!!!! I love them sm you have no idea.

Long time no see

Proceeds to NOT sing Whitney Houston, but instead a parody of an equally popular diva song about Robert’s dick.

Something about Flambae feeling safe enough to do so because Robert was there.

Something about Flambae, a whole ass 6’4 unit with hell on his hands, feeling protected by a man with no superpower except a clean right hook and determination.

Something about ROBERT being a BAMF university graduate who will NOT let anybody mess with his team and his boy

And listen: Flambae truly does try to use his powers for good. It's just that when you work with destructive elements, the results can be— you guessed it— destructive.

He knows he's not good at it. He gets that.

But it's pretty hard not to fall for Robert when he defends a local, fire wielding vigilante on the news, brow stubborn and resolve set, uniform still smudged with scorch and dirty smoke.

the last fire was 3 days ago. He hasn't washed it.

“There’s people out there with way more, who do way less. I don't see a reason to punish effort.”

And yeah, pretty hard not to fall for the guy after. So his brilliant plan? Start small little fires around his apartment. Just enough to bring an annoyed, freckled, grumpy brunette to his door.

In a robe. Or shorts. Possibly.

But Robert fully falls for him when Flambae calls about his neighbors.

Maybe an elderly couple. Robert finds him sitting down, flames gentle on glowing palms, while they hold tea cups over his hands. Bundled up in blankets Robert definitely saw in Chad’s apartment before.

And he doesn't flirt, is the thing.

“Hey— so I took a look at the air filters, and they’re in pretty good condition. Can you double-check? You said you you're good at this stuff three weeks ago.”

Which Robert said in a passing comment, half a fact, half a joke. Because a super suit is very different from building maintenance. He definitely didn't expect Chad to remember it.