✨️💙💜🩷The Wicked Viking🩷💜💙✨️

And Flambae —or maybe this is Chad, when sunlight pours on him like that, standing in front of a beat up firebird that only exists through stubbornness and strong hands.

“…Well, that’s bold as hell.”

“You’re more comfortable when people say what they want. And I figured you wouldn’t have a problem telling me no.”

And maybe, if it was Monday, or Tuesday, or Wednesday, he’d get a scoff and a well-sharpened joke about his lack of plans.

But this is Friday. And Chad opens the door for him.

—

“…The beach?”

He watches blades of sunset hit the shore, crystallising the border between sand and water, before settling over Chad’s cheekbones, his closed eyelashes.

He’s seen sunshine in every form. Flying above it and dying under it. He’s never seen it shine like that.

“You ready to be weirded out?”

“Probably.”

He isn’t weirded out. Not when gold and flame engulf skin until his body goes frameless, spilling into tanned sand, moving playful and free.

Robert stares with wide eyes until the sky cools over, and Chad emerges in his familiar form.

When he’s back as himself, as Flambae, as Chad, as both, his voice is easier than Robert anticipated.

“I could exist like this, all the time,” He smiles a little. Robert wonders if this is how mirrors feel. “Like, I could burn. No one gets hurt, cause like, there’s just a big ass fire around the beach, so they leave it alone! It’s kinda cool.”

And Robert doesn’t get it. Not really. So he doesn’t pretend.

“At the cost of you?” He shrugs. “It wouldn’t be cool. Not with me.”

“Oh, come on-“

“Maybe it’d be convenient,” He insists. “ Maybe someone won’t always make fun of my hair, or my eating habits, or my clothes, or tell me to stop having drinking contests with Coop, or make sure I’m not crushed at the gym.”

And Chad watches him with a warmth Robert doesn’t know how to hold. Not even now. “Or laugh at your lame ass speeches.”

“Or laugh at my lame ass speeches,” he agrees. “Maybe that someone can exist like that. I don’t want to.”

They’re both by the shore, now, shoes drenched in salt water and unsaid thoughts. And Robert feels his hand being squeezed gently. Like it took work.

“You wanna come over to my place next Friday?” Chad asks. “Because my back started to hurt in solidarity from that ugly ass couch of yours.”

And Robert scoffs. And he doesn’t let go of his hand for the rest of the night.

Flambae buys a one wish willow and breaks it, wishing Robert wanted him and loved him more than anyone else in the world.

Imagine this is how a yandere!Robert is created. Imagine how insanely terrifying he would be as a 100% dedicated stalker/lover and how brutally he'd kill anyone who even attempted to flirt with Flambae. How terrifying he would be at work, wouldn't send him on calls at all and try to keep him at his desk.

Flambae can overpower/burn him but that's killing Robert and he can't do that.

So he tries to find ways to psychologically talk Robert down but he can't. Just makes Robert more and more paranoid that Flambae wants to leave him. So Robert escalates and kidnaps him and basement-husbands him.

This can go two ways, Robert is such a dedicated lover that he mind breaks Flambae into accepting his fate. Or Flambae does have to make the choice to kill or maim Robert to escape and Flambae spends the rest of his life outrunning the man he forced to love him.