#flamdadbert

Robert is quite happy with his rich older husband, it does a lot of things for his daddy issues and daddy kink.

But.

There's also, the stepson. Who's older than Robert. And very very hot. So now, Robert finds himself in the middle of a hot male age gap sandwich.

Cue him balancing getting a quick sneaky link in the pool house with Flambae, before going to get railed by his husband in the main suite.

The Anwar Arrangement

When Robert Robertson the Third signs up for a discreet matchmaking website to fund Mecha Man repairs, he matches with Cirus Anwar: architect, widower, and the first person who has ever looked at Robert and seemingly wanted all of him, sharp edge and caustic wit included. What starts as an arrangement becomes something else entirely — and when Chad Anwar gets out of prison and comes home to find his father glowing and his new stepfather three years younger than him and exactly his type, the arrangement expands in ways nobody fully planned and everyone, eventually, chooses.

a FlamDadBert fic by @sunnyfrenchfries & @jackalopc

Note: This is a poly ship, but there's no incest! It's a V poly relationship and Robert is the hinge. Please mind the tags.

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Bet. I have no shame

(Jk but dont tempt me U.U)

The essence of them

how does the rest of the flamily feel about this development? what do you think cirus would do for work? i assume robert wouldn’t wind up at sdn (because like hell are they letting robert work for a living ever again), but do you think he might reconnect with chase eventually?

much to consider…

(huge fan btw)

Awww! Thank you for you love and support! I appreciate the interest and questions!

Daddy issues is THE flavor here, yes.

The rest of the flamily is fine with Robert being married to Cirus. His daughter was the one who suggested that the old man explore what the world has to offer after all, and don't get sad sitting at the huge home alone for much longer. When he brings in a young, hot, slightly traumatised twunk, she and the rest of the cousins look at each other, shrug, and say, 'As long as he makes you happy, Cirus, we're gonna love him too'.

In my head, Cirus heads a very large and successful architecture firm. He started out as a villain, fighting the Brave Brigade as SunSpire, the Scorch of Los Angeles. Robbie, Shroud, and even Trackstar never could defeat the man; he was just too powerful. But, then he got married, had kids, and settled down, stepping into the shadows and away from the villainy business.

Now that he bagged himself Robert, there no way Cirus is letting him work at SDN. Hell, he is not letting Robert work at all, besides an occasional Mecha Man mission and organizations for charity.

Robert, who has met Cirus a little earlier on in his career and is yet to spend all the millions of inheritance, is actually pretty well off. Now that he's not sinking money into the suit, he can afford to relax, let his banker invest, concentrate on spending time with the men he loves.

9 months in his womb, making him suffer, a witch's curse, having to learn to walk again due to a shifted center of gravity, and all the fun of growing 2 humans in a body not designed for it. And now here they were. And they were ...

"Perfect. Oh Azizam, they're perfect" whispers Cirus, his hands gripping the rail of the hospital bed. Chad is standing on the other side, his hands wiping sweat from Robert's brow. All three of them can't stop looking at the two little lumps of freshly delivered humans on Robert's chest. They're red, wrinkly, covered in a slight sheen of gunk. Robert is sure that he has never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He can feel his overwhelmed reflex kicking in, tears streaming down his face.

They're wiped from both sides by equally warm fingers. Two kisses are pressed against his cheeks and then the babies' heads.