#dispatch flambae x reader

Now here’s some memes from the chapters…. Spoilers!

Chapter One:

Hospital staff: Good news! Robert is at the hospital barely alive—

When Beef wants more leftovers even though he already ate

Chapter Two:

When Robert says “Stay”

it’s completely okay if you can’t get to it or don’t wanna do it

natural heating pad

genre: oneshot

subgenre: fluff, mild angst? (if you count period pain as angst… ik i do)

pairing: flambae “chad” + fem!reader

additional: period comfort, platonic cuddling

author’s note: because flambae is canonically gay, i’ll be writing this pairing as platonic :) this was super fun to write!!

First, stillness: the tranquil, sweet oblivion of sleep.

Then…

Throb, throb

That smile-dropping, heart-heavy, dreading ache in your lower abdomen; it’s not enough to cause complete agony, but it’s enough to cause you to wake from your slumber.

With a few groans of pain and displeasure, you roll out of bed and shuffle sluggishly to bathroom.

Of course, you started your period.

You groan loudly once more, but not out of pain — you’ve already taken a few pain killers — but out of frustration. Did your cycle seriously have to ruin your blissful sleep? Not to mention it was the holiday season… How tough was your luck?

A warm shower will calm you down, and ease the painful tension in your abdomen.

Irritably, you begin to prep everything that you need for the soothing shower that awaits. You snatch grab a towel from the cabinet, along with some aromatherapy shower steamers, and feminine products of your choosing before hopping into the shower.

Naturally, all of the ruckus woke up Flambae from his slumber.

Were you rummaging through the fridge for a late night snack again? Maybe you were turning on the heater?

As he shuffled out of his room, he found the bathroom light on. Light streamed into the dark hallway from beneath the door. Was that… the scent of peppermint? Were you showering? The sound of water running answered his question.

Chad knocked on the door, which nearly made you jump out of your skin (you didn’t think he’d be awake at this hour!), and called to you from the other side of the door.

“Hey, bitch. Everything okay in there? You woke me up with all your commotion.”

You were sat on the shower floor, curled up into a ball as you allowed the warm water to fall onto your body.

“I’m fine,” you replied, “Just started my period, that’s all.”

“Boo.” You heard from the other side of the door. “Do you need anything? Some ice water? Pain pills?”

A nice, cold glass of water sounded good, but the warmth from the shower kept you stationary.

Reluctantly, you replied, “No, I’m alright for now.”

Chad shrugged, then let out a yawn. “Okay then. I’m going back to bed. Wake me up if you need anything, bitch.”

——

You needed something.

After you crawled out of the shower, you headed to your room to go back to bed and, hopefully, catch some Z’s. You laid down, all bundled up in your blankets, and tried to find a comfortable position to sleep in.

You might as well have been a fish out of water, because you were tossing and turning like a madman on your bed.

Everything was irritating you: the room was too stuffy, the blankets were too warm, and neither sides of your pillow was cold. Most of all, your cramps were killing you.

So now, here you were, standing at the edge of Chad’s bed like a child who had just woken up from a nightmare and wanted to sleep with their parent.

He snored — loudly.

You took a deep breath, put your big-boy pants on, and gingerly shook Chad’s shoulder.

“Chad.” you whispered.

No answer.

“Chad.”

Again, no answer. His snores seemed to grow even more boisterous.

You huffed, and shook his shoulder roughly this time. “Chad!” you hissed.

Finally, he stirred awake, albeit with a loud gasp that was more suited for a Vietnam veteran than a spoiled, egotistical fire hero. “Huh? What’s happening? What do you want?”

“My cramps are killing me.”

“Okay… And what am I supposed to do about that?”

You stood there and made a face that said ‘Are you serious right now?’

He blinked slowly. Then, “Oh. Here.” He reached over to his nightstand and handed you a box of pain pills.

Now it was your turn to blink.

“Not what I was referring to…” You tossed the box back onto the nightstand. “Hello? I need you to be my personal heating pad! Now, move over.”

Without giving him a moment to react, you slid into bed beside him and curled up close to him — much akin to a domestic feline. His warmth was the perfect temperature for you. Not too hot, but not underwhelmingly warm either.

You sighed, content, and closed your eyes.

“You’re so needy… There,” He draped his arm on top of your aching stomach. The warmth that omitted from him immediately soothed your muscles. “Happy now?”

You nodded with a small smile, and wrapped your own arm around him.

Winged!reader holds the place as Damian's father but not blood related since I believe that Winged!reader faked mecha man's desth after Winged!Reader left the league when Damian was handed over to Bruce but Damian NEVER seen Bruce as his father since whenever the term father comes up it's always Winged!reader and Bruce is more distant than Winged!reader.

But after winged!reader gets a call from Damian and it's him near tears after landing in the nearest airport and the next thing anyone at SDN knows is that there is a child sitting next to Winged!Reader and everyone is weirded out at how similar these two look but turns out it's just a coincidence since they're not related and Damian takes after his mother in looks (Mikel Janin style).

CW: enemies to lovers, suggestive content, sexual tension, sexual conversation MDNI

You’re not sure how your sorry ass ended up in this organization. Money problems? Or was it you were sick of this villain bull shit…

Doesn’t matter anymore, because no matter what you do you work with some asshole, with a serious attitude. Sometimes it makes you laugh… but that’s beside the point.

the two of youHATE. each other. Always a shitty comment and always a shitty reply. Arguing, bickering, anything but getting along. And lord fucking forbid Robert send you on a mission.

And of course Robert did. Told you to suck it up and get along. That’s when the mission fucked up. You got compromised, sprained leg, fuck your chest and ribs hurt… you black out.

Next think you know you wake up in the break room, make shift cast and look who it I- flambae? Ugh what a dick did he just want to see you look like shit? What an asshole. So of course you roll your eyes, and leave a snarky comment. To which he, in the bitchy-est tone you’ve ever heard, explained

“Be greatful. I carried your ass here, cause I’m so fucking strong.” He rolls his eyes and goes back to his phone. As you sit there stunned. You’d never seen him be kind?… what was this? The fuck?

this sends you into a frenzy, instead of doing shitty things and being a huge dick, he’s… nice? I mean still a bitch but… suddenly he grabs a coffee for you, then your favorite snack from the store of course there’s always a “reason” like the drink was left there, or the snack was places in his order by mistake so you ignore it.

Until one day your argument turns… like more into flirting? Or Atleats that’s what your told. Maybe replying to “suck my dick bitch.” With “maybe I will.” Was a bad idea in both theory and reality….

Robert tells you he’ll call HR himself of this bullshit continues. You don’t even realize he’s not talking about the arguments. Only because he had some snarky quip about “sexual tension.”

Then after a LONG talk with prism you find out that arguing like that with someone. Was his way of flirting… and you’d been unintentionally fanning the flames…

(I’m so funny ik. Laugh.)

so that’s how you ended up in that private conversation with flambae a few days later… a coversation you had on your knees… but no one needs to know that.

All they need to know is that you guys don’t argue anymore!! As much, and now you two seem closer than ever, everyone seems to notice. Robert doesn’t give a shit, he’s just glad he can SAFELY send you two on a mission together. Either way Your closer, sweeter, less bitchy… you get a couple side eyes then everyone moves on. all you care about is there’s a hottie in a shitty “superhero” that you need to take off, preferably now.

Since with my version of winged!reader being based on/is a Bluejay hybrid.

Then that means Winged!reader would have aspects of bluejay.

And

A blue jay's feathers, including those on its wings, will puff up (ruffle or "hackle") when it's angry, aggressive, or threatened and all I can imagine is this.

Jealous winged!reader, just standing in the breakroom of SDN and listening to Flambae's most recent date and how he's got another one tonight.

While this is going on Z team is just watching as winged!reader's feathers actually get ruffled, Wimged!reader is trying to play it off.

Switch to Flambe's perspective his brain is too busy exploding at the thought of winged!reader being jealous.

Based on these posts

ex-juvenile reader

neglected reader who feels like an ugly duckling

Ghosts

Winged!Reader actually stayed in an abandoned building before he joined SDN and when he moved to los angeles he got a loft like apartment he has a lot more stuff for Beef than he does himself.

But back to the topic at hand people in Gotham all agree that winged!Reader even during his transition looks like martha to almost a hauntingly degree.