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had no idea what I was trying to do with this one, I guess it's kind of loosely based off pin up art

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Flambae (clocking out for a shift): Goodnight, losers. Iâve got a date with Robert tonight.
Sonar: Saying you have a date with our dispatcher is kind of SUS, bro.
Flambae: What do you mean âsusâ? What are you on about?
Sonar: Our dispatcher is a GUY that makes it sound like youâre GAY for him, which is SUS.
Flambae: I am gay. He is gay. We are gay.
Sonar: Woah, calling yourself gay? Thatâs gunna make people think youâre gay, dude. SUS A F.
Flambae: What the FUCK are you on about? I am openly gay, dude. People know Iâm gay. I am gay for men.
Sonar: Youâre âgayâ for âmenâ? Thatâs pretty SUS bro. People are going to get the wrong impression.
Flambae (flaming up): THEY WILL BE GETTING THE CORRECT IMPRESSION, WHICH IS THE IMPRESSION IM ADVERTISING. I AM LITERALLY A FLAMING HOMOSEXUAL.
Sonar: SUS POLICE! My homie is being SUS on main! Put him in the SUS-cuffs and take him to Maximum SUS-curity Pri-SUS-n!
(Distinct app notification goes off from Sonarâs phone.)
Sonar: Well if youâll excuse me, Iâm bout to have gay sex with this fellow crypto-bromo from Fangr. Gotta put the MLM in MLM if you know what I mean. If youâll excuse me.
(Sonar leaves.)
Flambae: WHAT THE ACTUAL F-
tongue piercing
Coupé sits on the arm of the couch in the safehouse her handlers always stick her in as they all wait for the next client to pay for her expertise. The waiting has always been the worst part for her which has inevitably refined her knife-sharpening skills since it is the only entertainment she is permitted in situations such as this one.
But her knives are sharp as they can be. With a sigh, she sets the one she was working on down on couch alongside all the other ones and the frame for the wings they are attached to.
Coupé rises from the couch. She walks over to the windows. They are difficult to see through since they're so tinted, but there's just enough that Coupé can see people walking on the streets far below her. She sets her hand against the cool glass. She knows she could never be like them, and the part of her that wishes she could has died. Still, the space it left behind leaves her with a hollow ache.
Before she can dwell on it, knocking sounds throughout the apartment tucked away in the shabbiest, dirtiest corner of the city. Coupé grabs a knife as she walks by them since that was not the knock of her handlers. She looks through the peephole first to find a foreign man with amber eyes holding a white box made from what looks to be paper. Though she doesn't see any weapons, he could have powers, which can be deadlier in many cases.
Cautiously, Coupé opens the door just enough to peek through the crack. Clearing her throat, she tries to suppress as much of her original accent as possible. "Can I help you, sir?"
The man's entire face illuminates when he sees her. There's even a smile on his face. It's a unique reaction to encountering CoupĂ©, to say the least. "Janelle! I'm gladâ"
She grabs him. Though he seems strong within his own rights, she easily drags him into the room and shoves him against the door when she slams it shut. She holds her knife against his throat, breathing just a tad more heavily than a calm assassin such as herself should. "What did you call me?"
The man blinks as if confused, entirely unphased by the sharp blade at his throat. "Your name. Janelle."
Given their positions, it makes no sense why CoupĂ© is the one who feels visceral fear, yet she's barely managing to keep her breathing intact. That nameâJanelle. No one is supposed to know it. Anyone who would've remembered it is long-dead. She buried that name with those people so that she might be CoupĂ© to the world. It was a defense against all who could hurt her with that identity, and now she's stuck with the knowledge that this stranger knows what not even her handlers know.
It's because of this panic in her heart that Coupé drops her knife when it starts overheating in her hands instead of powering through the pain to maintain the offensive position. The man steps forward, setting his foot right over her knife. Without a weapon, Coupé lets the air around them get darker and darker, calling upon all the shadows in the room to heed her call.
The man does not care. He sets the boxâand a book?âagainst CoupĂ©'s chest. She finds herself holding them both. The man opens the box. Instead of a bomb, it looks like he's brought her macarons. "I made your favorite dessert as an apology for showing up unannounced."
"How do youâ" She cuts herself off. Although it's not worse than knowing what her name is, the fact that he knows her favorite dessert is also alarming. Her handlers don't care enough to remember that tidbit of information, and she has no one else who could have ever found out about it.
"I also brought a book! I remember it being a genre you liked. I'm sorry if you've already read it." He pulls the book out from under the box. He uses the book to shut the box, leaving a paper-back copy of a romance book between an elven prince and a mortal woman. Her fondness for this genre is just one more piece of information that no one is supposed to know.
"Who are you?" Coupé whispers, so shocked that the shadows slip back into their original positions. Though the room is brighter, nothing compares to the glow of the man's amber eyes. "What do you want from me?"
"Oh, I forget! I'm Faizan. I don't want anything from you!" Neither the name nor the accent is French, so she doesn't think he comes from her homeland. It isn't American, either, though, so where the hell did he get his information from? "But I do have someone who you would be great friends with! I'll introduce you."
A target, maybe? Is he blackmailing her: if she doesn't kill this person, he'll expose her? It's certainly one to get out of paying. Or he could have negative opinions of her handlers and decided to go straight to the source. The problem is that Coupé doesn't know.
Faizan pushes past Coupé. He examines the room with a thoughtful expression. "For now, we must do something about this place. Too dreary and undecorated. We clean and we add. Yes?"
She instinctively wants to kill him here and now, but there's no guarantee that he's the only one who knows the truth. He could've given it to someone else, or it could've been given to him. Coupé needs to determine that truth first.
It's for this reason that she picks her knife off the ground and puts it away. "...yes."
----
Coupé sits on the roof of the house across the street from Faizan's house. Either he isn't the mastermind she thinks he is, or he's playing games with her because most of his blinds aren't closed. She's able to watch him and another person (lover, no doubt, and possibly, more specifically, a partner, fiancée, or spouse) moving around the house.
This is her second night of doing this. The first one went off without a hitch, but this time, she's interrupted by someone. She prepares a knife, ready to strike. She looks over her shoulder to meet a pair of brown eyes in the dark blue mask belonging to Mecha Man.
"Let me guess: nothing today, either?" Coupé nods slowly. Mecha Man sighs. He slides down the rest of the shingles to settle on one knee beside her. "I've already hacked through his entire digital footprint. He didn't find his information that way. At this point, we have to conclude that he met his contact in person."
When Coupé was looking for Faizan, one of her first attempts was the internet. Unfortunately, she's not very skilled with it, so she didn't get very far. What she did do was attract the attention of someone with the same goal as her. Though they're both aware of who the other is ("I've heard about you. A black-market assassin with a perfect record. You're very expensive. Never thought I'd ever get to meet you in any circumstances that wasn't you hunting me down."), they've decided to work together until they can figure out what Faizan's up to.
"Did you check the rest of the family?"
Mecha Man nods. "As thoroughly as I did Faizan."
"I imagine one was more thorough than the rest," Coupé notes with a very tiny smile creeping onto her face.
Though he wears a mask, Coupé can see his cheeks tinging with a light shade of pink. He otherwise maintains a stony expression. "That is not a conversation we are having right now."
"But we will have it, yes?"
Mecha Man shakes his head. "Stay focused."
Coupé says nothing else, fully aware that they will, in fact, be talking about it later. Strangely, it makes her happy. It's like having a friend, she thinks, though she's never really had one of those before. Who would have thought that her first one would be a hero? Mecha Man himself, at that.
If they are friends, which they most likely are not. Still, it's nice to have this while it lasts.

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I wonder what theyâre thinking about
I wrote a little something about Flambae. Itâs very Flambae glazing and my first ever fanfic thing so itâs probably not good but Iâm trying to not fight the hyperfixation so it exists.
I didnât know if i should post it on AO3 or here so I figured Iâd post it here and if people want I can also put it on AO3⊠although it feels a little short for AO3.
(Fair warnings: I havenât played the game and I suck at dialogue soooo)
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Note: Flambaeâs name is not Chad in this, I like the hc that Chad is his âamericanâ name
Warnings: fighting, implied torture, kidnapping, probably OOC
Not Beta-ed
Excerpt:
âFlambae hit the ground hard, felt the concrete snap, and pain erupted from his back. For a second he was concerned, before he remembered his niece was in the warehouse. He shouldnât be concerned by the blow, or by his enemiesâs strength, it hardly mattered. Flambae was going to kick this guys ass and save his niece. End of story.â
Big brothers donât let little sisters maul their exboyfriends
@flambaebae âs Beef human design from Puppy Dog Eyes, I love him, so much? So heâs mine now, sorry :3
Rosemary is based on @/dirtycombatboots âs Dahlia but she has different origins which Iâll explain in a later post