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Flambae’s been acting up more than usual. He keeps blaming it on his lack of dates, and Robert’s not impressed.
(Or; The Dispatcher's Guide To Getting Your Subordinate to Do His Fucking Job Properly, Volume II: BDSM Edition. Preface: SDN cannot be held responsible for the complicated feelings that may arise from this new, unethical dynamic you have created with your hot coworker. Please note that the HR department works on a Schrödinger's Cat basis and may come into play at any moment. Let SDN be your rock, and good luck!)
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Robert's at the top as Mecha Man. Perfect record, perfect reputation.
He's never been more alone.
Chad's at the bottom. Out of options, out of hope, burning through the last threads holding him together.
They meet in the fire.
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Robert could smell insulation cooking somewhere behind the console, sharp beneath the melting plastic and scorched electronics. Sweat ran from his hairline into his collar as the temperature inside the cockpit kept climbing.“So either kill me or get the fuck off my suit so we can talk like adults.”
For several seconds, Flambae didn’t move. His face remained broken across the surviving feed, golden eyes fixed somewhere past the camera while the fire around his hands guttered lower.
Then he laughed, bitter and broken, the sound turning ugly at the end.
Flambae crouched over the hole he’d torn into the mech, framed in smoke and orange light, sweat shining against his skin and his eyes burning gold as he looked straight down at Robert.
“You want to talk?”
His fingers tightened around the mangled edge of the cockpit.
“Fine.” He tore another section loose and let it crash to the floor below. “Let’s talk.”
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- Part 2 of The Fracture Series
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Six years before Blackwater. The gang is thriving, Dutch has a plan, and John Marston has finally come back.
Arthur Morgan is almost thirty, at the top of his game, and deeply annoyed to discover that John has grown into someone extremely difficult to ignore. John is twenty, reckless, and desperately in love with a man who alternates between protecting him and treating him like dirt.
A slow burn following John and Arthur as they fumble through robberies, bad decisions, and the frustrations of wanting someone you don't know how to have. Lots of Javier and Charles, Micah being a rat-bastard, Dutch and Hosea being dads.
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Two gay cowboys don't know how to talk to each other about their feelings.
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As he walked across the rooftop, he almost missed the figure standing at the edge, practically offering himself to the void below. He couldn't figure who it was but his senses exploded like earlier before the announcement of the Pitt Fest. Without thinking, Dennis shot a web that stuck to the man’s back, pulling him backward against the barrier, away from danger.
“What the fuck?!” the man cursed, now clinging tightly to the railing.
“That wasn’t a good idea, sir. You wouldn’t survive a fall like that—even from the top of a hospital.” He couldn't hear his own words, his heartbeat was too loud.
The man turned to face him, and for a moment his lungs forgot to breathe, the sirens in his head had gone silent because he recognized the familiar face of his mentor, Dr. Robinavitch. When Robby realized who he was dealing with, he let out a small, hollow laugh.
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Dr. Robby develops a weird attraction for Spider-man after he saved him from jumping off the roof of the Pitt after the events of the PittFest. What he ignores is that his savior’s identity is actually Dennis Whitaker, his shy new student doctor.
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The stranger from the stairwell stops beside a bank of linen cabinets and folds his arms loosely across his chest.
No, not a stairwell stranger, Dennis reminds himself. His attending.
He opens his mouth. “Dr. Robby—”
“You are a fourth-year medical student on rotation in my department,” Dr. Robby cuts off, “and what happened in the stairwell this morning does not change that.”
Dennis swallows.Dennis Whitaker didn't need fate to tell him he was meant to be a doctor. He just really wasn't expecting his new attending on his very last rotation of medical school to say the words inked around his bicep.
Or, a slow burn soulmate-identifying marks AU.