Little something about my Prototype AU because I keep thinking about it and people (you know who you are) are feeding my desire to write blurbs for it:
The SDN building runs fairly cold, but Robertâs cubicle is hotter than usual. His chronic pain considers this a blessing straight from the heavens. Every other part of him is still unnerved by the reason his cubicle is hot.
That reason is the man with his arms crossed over the back of Robertâs chair, leaning close enough to give the illusion of familiarityâeven intimacy. This would still be odd if it was the pyrokinetic Robert knew, but no matter how similar they look, this Blond Blazer is not Flambae.
âSo, thatâs your Z-Team, huh?â Blond Blazer says, far too quiet for someone thatâs so close to Robertâs ear. And the warmth from his breathes? This has to be an assassination attempt his universe uses.
âThis is my team, yes.â
âThey look so much like my fellow shitheads.â Blond Blazerâs voice is light and happy, noticeably fond even as he calls his teammates âshitheads.â âCourse, plenty of differences, too.â Blond Blazer leans even closer. Only to point at people, Robert reminds himself, just like how the red creeping across Robertâs skin is only from the heat. âMy Visi has a lot more tattoos. And my Punch Up is tall. Andââ
âBlond Blazer.â The hero from another universe and the dispatcher from this universe both turn around to see Mandy waving the former over. Sheâs been talking to a cross-dimensional specialist, trying to find a way to bring Blond Blazer back to his world.
âLooks like Iâm being called away. Donât get too cold without me here, okay?â Blond Blazer looks over his shoulder, the brightness of his smile matched only by the golden flames dancing alongside his hair.
âIâll be fine,â Robert gruffly responds.
Blond Blazer chuckles to himself. He starts walking away. Robert turns back to the computer until he hears, âOh, wait, Robertââ
With a sigh, Robert turns back around. Blond Blazer is walking backwards. With his fingers, he draws a heart in the air. Gold fire follows his fingertips, making a flaming heart for a few seconds, completely illuminating Blond Blazerâs smile.
He turns back around to talk to Mandy and the specialist. Robert continues staring even after the flames have died.
âEw. Are you fucking blushing?â
Robert glares at Invisigal, who has appeared right beside him. âWhat are you doing here? You have a shift.â
âDidnât answer my question~â
âNo, Iâm not blushing.â Not anymore, thankfully. âNow, go back to your shift.â
âI thought you had a thing for brunettes, not blonds.â
âI will dock points, Visi.â
âYouâre just mad that youâre down so fucking bad for that guy,â Invisigal says. She disappears before Robert can explain that he feels nothing for Blond Blazer; he just reacted to someone drawing a heart with him in the center.
That really is all it is.
It has to be, because Robert doesnât want to answer any of those questions that come with it being something more.













