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blood on the freesia stalks by zillazumi
Fandoms: Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Twilight Series - All Media Types, Twilight (Movies)
12 Feb 2026
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There are men turning up dead in the woods, and Chief of Police Charlie Swan has a job to do—figure out what, or who, left the poor bastards torn up as they are. Chief of Police Charlie Swan is too old for this mess. Too old and too sick of this shit to pretend Forks is just a sleepy old rural town anymore. Between the gruesome corpses and the quiet, unsettling doctor Cullen who shows up like a statue in pressed slacks, lying through his teeth, Charlie’s got more questions than answers—and no one seems too keen on giving him either.
Charlie’s trying not to notice how his breath catches when the doc gets too close. He’s also trying not to notice how the bodies keep piling up, unsolved. Neither effort is going particularly well.
And if one more person tells him it was a bear, he’s going to shoot something. Probably not a bear.
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14 Jan 2026
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Juste la meilleure fanfic charlisle. Polar de novembre avec des middle aged gays.
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A Body For the People (one to be used by them) by EmmaSmoke
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
20 Feb 2026
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The Z-Team learn about Robert’s unhealthy relationship with sex and view of his own autonomy.
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One of the main characters - the only surviving witness to a murder - has just woken from a coma. Not only is she entirely cognizant, but the first thing that the subtitles say she asks for is a lawyer.
“What are you fucking giggling about?”
The other person that’s been paying attention is Flambae. He’s right next to Robert on the couch, his arm slung over the top behind his head. One foot is propped up on the other knee, also pointing towards Robert, which has him caged in the corner by the arm rest. It’s probably some fucked-up power move. Robert has been ignoring it just to spite him.
“It’s just not how comas work,” Robert shrugs.
“Right, and you know because you’re a fucking doctor,” Flambae quips back.
“I know because I was in one, asshole.”
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During a quiet night in, Robert realizes that his coma and injuries aren't common knowledge among Z-Team.
Most of them take the information in stride with jokes aplenty.
Flambae does not.
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03 Jan 2026
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Coma consequences, loss of muscles, pain (Flambae helps with his hands), temporary blindness, socks lost, erectile dysfunction
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Flambae shares a look with Prism, she raises an eyebrow at him. “You sound like shit, Robert.” She says.
A sigh. “Thanks, Prism.” He doesn’t offer up anything more which causes more eyebrows to raise. “Have a good shift, everyone.”
Sonar mutes his comm to look at the others. “That’s weird, right? I’ve never heard him this depressed since like, the time Chase was in the hospital.”
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- Part 1 of One step forward, five steps back
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My hands are not clean (they can still carry you home) by Arcturus_Ish
Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)
30 Nov 2025
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The thing about plastic chairs is that they weren't a great substitute for an actual bed; the other thing is, Robert can't exactly afford to be picky and even if he 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 the internal debate is still ongoing as to whether or not he deserves a mattress at this current point in his life.
So, the plastic chair stays and is staying for the foreseeable future. Besides, it's charming - in a depressing, minimalism-that-is-totally-not-a-reflection-of-his-inner-sense-of-worth way.
Or:The fic where Robert has chronic pain and Flambae has warm hands. The two of them will figure out what to do about that eventually, right?