Noct wipes his brow with his bare forearm and returns the magic flask that contains his other fire spells to his pocket. He turns, a smile quirking the corner of his lips, words of congratulations for Ignis half-formed on his tongue.
They die unspoken at the sight that greets him. Because there, back pressed against the damp stone of the wall, is a small blond boy that looks about six years old.
He's absolutely swimming in Prompto's vest and coeurl-print jeans; the top comes down past his knees, so long it looks like a dress on him. Prompto's wrist band has slipped all the way up to the boy's bony elbow, dangling with room to spare, and Prompto's gloves swallow his hands and most of his wrists completely.
One of Prompto's guns rests on the ground at the boy's feet. He's got the cylinder of the second open, while his free hand digs frantically in his pocket. But even as Noct watches, he does a quick sweep of the cylinder's contents with his eyes, snaps it closed, and brings the weapon up, two-handed, barrel trained on Noct.
Noctis is always prepared to fight the pesky MTs that seem to drop from the air every five minutes. It's become something of a mindless routine. Gladio shouts. They pull over. The ship drops the enemies and they take them out. He's sure Iggy and Gladio just go through the motions as numbly as he does by now. So it's hard to know what to do when a supposed enemy disrupts your routine. MTs aren't suppose to like chocobos, right?
Or in which, Prompto never escaped Niflheim and he's an MT. Of course, being Prompto, his need to kill is overpowered by his love for our favorite feathered friends!
There's a tag hanging on his storage pod, instead of the clipboard that documents his progress. On that tag, there's a single word stamped in red: defective. NH-01987's feet stick on the metal of the catwalk. Behind the ever-present metallic mask, his eyes grow huge.
He knows what that tag means. It means that, in the morning, while the other MT units are collected for training, a guard will come for him. He'll be restrained and escorted down the metal corridors toward the east wing, into the double-doors that house the correctional facility. But he won't be up for re-programming, not this time.
This time, they'll strap him down to a table for the last time ever. They'll pick him apart, to try and learn what caused his failures – and he has so very many of them, no matter how hard he's tried.
When they're finished, they'll take what's left to the crematory. That will be the end of him: a pile of ashes and a wisp of smoke.
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb), Spider-Man - All Media Types
2 Aug 2016
Nobody's thrilled at the idea of "that kid" Peter Parker on the Avengers team.
Nobody's thrilled at the idea of "that weirdo" Wanda Maximoff on the team, either.
Until they disappear, that is.
Or, the one where Peter and Wanda are besties and the other Avengers are jerks until they realize how important and awesome they both are.
- Part 1 of Peter & Wanda BFFs
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31 Jul 2016
Judy Hopps expected many things from her job, but she did not expect to answer a domestic disturbance call to find a Fox holding a baby bunny at the door.
Nick Wilde didn't expected much from his life, but he certainly did not expect to find the child resting in the bottom of the garbage bin.
Neither expected to change the world. But that's how life goes.
(or: nick wilde accidentally finds revolution, justice, prejudice, reasons for living, and small animals at the bottom of a dumpster. And then he blogs about it.)
single father au
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25 Jul 2016