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    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.

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    26 Jun 2017

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    The main problem is that Noctis can’t stop thinking about making out with Prompto.

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    30 May 2017

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    Prompto's never really alone anymore, and mostly, he's just fine with that.

    Mostly, it's exactly what he's always wanted.

    Only, his friends happen to be stupidly attractive. Like really, ridiculously, unfairly attractive. Strangers on the street actively stare at Gladio without a shirt on. Ignis wears sock garters, smooths them up his slender calves every morning like it's no big deal. Noct somehow doesn't realize that when he wades into the water to pull a fish out, white t-shirt on, the cloth plasters right up against his skin, almost see-through.

    So yeah. Prompto likes that he's never really alone anymore. But he's also never really alone anymore, and the approximately hundred thousand awkward boners he gets every single day languish in his jeans, untended.

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    29 May 2017

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    Now, the thing is that the pond on Route 102 isn’t much of a place for swimming. The entire area is rather uninhabited, save for the few young trainers fresh from home and the wild Pokémon that live there. People fish in the pond, but that’s about it. So when what is unmistakably a hand touches Yuuri’s foot, he’s not exactly at fault for screaming out loud and toppling into the water.
    “What the—” he sputters, scrambling to grab onto Milotic while gripping the Ultra Ball tightly. “Who the hell—”
    “Oh, sorry!” someone says from next to him. “I just wanted to tell you that you dropped a Pokéball.”
    Yuuri turns, and his brain short-circuits. All those years of learning how to communicate, of learning how to be a proper member of human society fly out of his head and somewhere into the soupy, blue depths of the pond, because Viktor Nikiforov—Pokémon Champion of the Hoenn Region for seven consecutive years and the love of ten-year-old Yuuri’s life—is leaning on Yuuri’s Milotic, treading water next to him, and most definitely not wearing a shirt.


    Yuuri's a tired but talented Pokémon researcher, and Viktor is the prodigal Champion who's a little in love.
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    25 Apr 2017

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    Despite the fact they've been competing in the same competitions for years, Victor Nikiforov doesn't meet Katsuki Yuuri until the Sochi Grand Prix Final. On the other hand, there's a boy who's been watching him for years and Victor's desperate to know his name.

    In which Victor pines, everybody drinks too much, and Yakov deserves a sainthood for putting up with these idiots. Basically, it's a decade's worth of near misses, misunderstandings, and pure obliviousness.

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    20 Apr 2017