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Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!
(You can also check out our Pinboard for Filled or Unfilled prompts)
UPDATE 3/2/2017: Per the Rules thread: Do not hijack prompts. If someone posts a prompt for one pairing, don't comment to say "I want to see this for [other kink]" - post your own prompt for the other kink). To that end, if you are unclear on a prompter's kinks/DNWs, please feel free to ask about them. If you ask about kinks/DNWs or to clarify a prompt, you are in no way obligated to fill it.
Additionally: Do not repost prompts from the previous round in their entirety. By this we mean copying and pasting prompts without any changes. If you see a similar prompt to a prior prompt, that is not a repost. Obviously prompts that are reposted per the above rule do not count either. (After all, they will be similar but not the same.)
ROUND TWO IS NOW CLOSED FOR PROMPTS!
Go ahead and keep on filling away, we will open up round three for prompts at 0000 EST, Saturday April 22, 2017.
FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [2/?]
Date: 2017-03-13 01:48 am (UTC)The car doors slammed and Ignis found himself half out of the Regalia, following the others, before he managed to swallow his mouthful of blood and saliva and speak up. ‘Noct!’ He saw the ashenhorns and remembered the bounty on them in the same second, and took another second to come to a conclusion on how this was very likely to end up. ‘Are you out of your bloody minds? Have all of you forgotten that we have exactly zero curatives left?’
‘Come on, Specs!’ Noct wasn’t even looking back; though, Ignis thought as he gripped his injured side – fuck it hurt – that might be a good thing with regards to hiding his wound. ‘You’re always going on about needing money, and they’re right here. You just know if we leave now we’ll never find them again.’
‘We’ll be fine!’ Prompto already had his guns out, and Ignis gritted his teeth as he caught up. ‘These little beasties’ll be no trouble, right?’
Ignis turned to Gladio, the only sensible member of the group other than himself. ‘And you’re just going to let them?’ His voice had gone ragged and rough, but desperation was welling up inside of him, spilling over. ‘Aren’t you meant to be protecting Noct, not letting him go kill himself over a few gil?’
‘Fuck, Iggy, what’s up with you?’ Gladio said as he stared at him, hard, but then Prompto hefted his guns and fired, a deafening crack, at the same moment Noct warped out from besides them. The thunder of approaching ashenhorn cut the conversation short.
Ignis barely remembered the fight, afterwards. There was pain – pain when he moved, pain when he hefted his weapons, pain when he got knocked to the ground distracting an ashenhorn from Noct on its other side. Pain like being impaled, so bad he could barely see.
The second time he got knocked down he hit a rock, hard, rolled over as momentum carried him, and lay there face-down. He found he couldn’t get back up again. His heart rattled in his chest, like it was going so fast it might explode, might just stop altogether, and the terror of that feeling seized him and wouldn’t let go. He’d lost his spectacles somewhere, but his arms couldn’t seem to move to try find them.
‘Hang in there, I’ve got you,’ Prompto shouted, somewhere above his head and the relentless roar in his ears. The crack of gunfire, a hand on Ignis’ shoulder, turning him over. Somewhere a way away Noct shouted, and that was enough to force Ignis up, even though it was all he could do to stumble to his feet, propped up on his lance. He gasped for air but it still felt like he was suffocating.
Prompto handed him his spectacles, tapping him with them on the nose when he didn’t respond quite fast enough. ‘My thanks,’ he managed, but Prompto was already bounding off into the fray.
Ignis took a long moment to gag and spit, and scrub at his face with the back of one hand, before he put his spectacles back on. His vision still seemed to be a little blurry, even with them, but now he looked he realised he didn’t have the time to work out why. One of the ashenhorns was down and the other two, bloodied and stumbling, were approaching the same fate. They were, however, also both converging on Prompto, and Noct was standing gamely by his side instead of warping away to behind the beasts and safety. That the four of them could win at all had never been in question – whether they could do it without one of them ending up seriously needing a potion was altogether far more dubious, and being caught between two ashenhorns was a surefire way to fail.
Ignis ran, each step like someone trying to yank a jammed saw from his ribs, and stuck his lance into the nearest ashenhorn in the relatively soft spot between belly and hindlimb. He jumped back away from its massive head as it turned, but wasn’t quick enough to avoid the tip of the second one’s horn smashing into his shoulders. Ignis rolled as he fell, away from the stamping feet of the first, and then Gladio was hauling him up by the back of his shirt, and took down one of the ashenhorns with a blow from his sword across the creature’s neck. Blood sprayed everywhere. The second ashenhorn moaned as it, too, fell, Noct balancing on its head with an arm wrapped around one horn, his sword stabbed deep into its skull.
Noct jumped off the dead ashenhorn as Prompto let out a celebratory whoop. Ignis turned to pretend to look at the first of the creatures they’d taken down, then clean his spectacles and brush his hair back, just for something to distract his shaking hands. For once he was glad about the gore that always accompanied these battles. His side was liberally wet with blood, but no worse than Noct’s right leg and Gladio’s chest and thighs were, and no one would be able to tell it was from wildly different sources. He forced himself to stand upright and not curl over or crouch down in the dry grass.
‘Shit, Iggy, you’re losing your touch. You could have done better than that when you were sixteen.’ Gladio’s voice had the boisterous air it always did after a particularly good fight, but there was also an edge of added wariness. Ignis made a conscious effort to relax his jaw before he turned back to the others.
‘Yes, well,’ he said, and adjusted his glasses as he spoke so to hide his mouth. ‘We all have our off-days.’
‘Hell of an off-day,’ Gladio said, as they started to trudge back to the Regalia. ‘You sure you’re doing all right?’ He was watching him out of the corner of his eye, Ignis could tell, and damn it all, would he not just lay off?
‘Yes, I am sure.’ If his voice was clipped and unfriendly, well, then at least they could chalk it up to embarrassment. Let them think what they would, just so long as they didn’t waste any more time. ‘And we’re going to have to put down towels at least if we don’t want to rack up a considerable cleaning bill for the Regalia’s upholstery.’ He’d meant to say more, something about it costing just as much as they were earning with this thoroughly stupid jaunt, but he couldn’t quite catch his breath for it.
At least Prompto and Noct were distracting themselves, peering over Prompto’s camera and, from the sounds of it, arguing whether the photo was worth Prompto stopping fighting to take it. It sounded good natured enough, so they seemed to have cleared up whatever bad air was hanging over them from the potion allocation incident of last night. And, luckily, Gladio had jogged up to stop them getting into the Regalia, pulling out the tent rain cover to drape over the back seat, and raincoats – was this the first use the raincoats had got since purchase? It was getting hard to think – over the front ones.
‘My turn to drive!’ As soon as Gladio was done, Prompto muscled Noct out of the way to grab the driver’s seat.
‘What? No way, it’s still my turn!’ Noct shoved Prompto back, and Ignis ignored them as he walked around the car and sat down in the passenger-side backseat. His legs were trembling, his head spinning. He could barely feel anything, save for the pain in his side and his own heart, beating like a small bird trapped inside his ribcage. Tilting his head back so the blood in his nose ran down his throat, and squeezing his thigh in a failed attempt to feel something other than slicing agony, Ignis missed how the argument ended. He barely registered the Regalia starting up and making its bumpy way back onto the road.
He just had to hold it together until they got those curatives. Another hour or two and then he could put this all behind him. He could do it. He’d been through worse, he was sure, even if he couldn’t bring to mind any specific instance right now.
The Regalia’s roof went up and back, and wind tore at his face. Ignis turned his head away from whoever was sitting next to him in the backseat, because the feeling of suffocation had only got worse and he was sure it was obvious how much he was struggling to catch his breath. At some point he’d broken out into a cold sweat, and with the wind, he wondered abstractly if he wouldn’t freeze to death before they arrived.
‘Hey, Specs.’ Ignis opened his eyes and turned to look at Noct, who’d shuffled a little closer to him. ‘You doing okay? You look kind of…’ He made a vague gesture with his hand.
‘I’m fine, I assure you.’ At this point Ignis wasn’t quite sure why he was lying. Things had definitely got worse. He could feel his heartbeat turn irregular, fluttering for a few seconds before steadying itself. ‘Just worn out, and looking forward to some civilisation. A hot shower will do wonders, I should think.’
‘Yeah.’
Noct didn’t look convinced, but then he trusted Ignis, always had done. Ignis felt a twinge of guilt, but it was hard to concentrate on, given everything else.
A pause, before Noct said: ‘You want an Ebony?’
It was a kind gesture, and it reminded Ignis to avoid dehydration. But strong coffee was about the worst thing he could do to himself now, save throw himself bodily from the moving car. Even if Ebony would get the taste of blood from his mouth.
‘Perhaps not right now,’ he said, and trying at once to keep his expression light and come up with a reasonable excuse was something of a struggle. ‘I was thinking to save our current supply until after we reach Hammerhead; wouldn’t do to drink them all and then realise I couldn’t restock, now, would it?’
‘I don’t even want to think what would happen,’ Noct said, dryly. If he thought the excuse was contrived, he didn’t let it show. Or perhaps he did and Ignis was just not functioning at a high enough level to realise. It really was a good thing he was sitting down, Ignis thought, because he was fairly sure that he’d be face-down on the floor otherwise.
Just a bit further. His heart hiccuped in his chest. The bleeding hadn’t stopped and now his hip and upper thigh were wet, though he only knew that because he looked. He couldn’t feel the blood on himself, any more, or the wind.
This would be a terrible way to die, he thought, two seconds before the Regalia slowed and stopped.
‘Hey, what’s – oh.’ Noct stood up, leaning over the top of Prompto’s head.
‘Yeah. Oh,’ Gladio said, as he got out of the car and inspected the rockfall that was blocking the road. Ignis stared at it dully from inside the Regalia. Of course. Rockfall. Of course.
Prompto switched off the Regalia and clambered out after Gladio, and Noct followed. There were only three large rocks – one about a metre diameter, the others two metres – and some amount of small bits of rubble.
‘Turn around and head back?’ Prompto said, sounding dubious of his own suggestion.
‘Hold on.’ Gladio put his shoulder against the largest rock and gave it a push. Ignis closed his eyes. ‘I reckon we might be able to roll this one, and we can probably just shove the small one out the way, and that’ll give us enough room to drive through.’
‘Maybe.’ Noct didn’t sound very enthusiastic, but then, he didn’t sound outright unenthusiastic either.
‘If I rock it and one of you wedge something in the gap beneath it, then we all give it a push… hey, Iggy, get your ass over here!’
‘I don’t think,’ Ignis began, but was cut off.
‘Come on, no one’s going to be hurt by rocks, for fuck’s sake,’ Gladio said. ‘If we have to turn back we’ll be days without your precious potions.’
He was probably right. It was still a terrible idea to even move, let alone get out of the Regalia and attempt to walk.
Noct appeared back by the Regalia, on the other side of Ignis’ door, and Ignis didn’t think he warped but he couldn’t quite say how he got there otherwise, because he hadn’t seen him move. ‘Ignis,’ Noct said, very quietly, and very far away. ‘Are you okay?’
Ignis realised he was clenching his side, just below the wound. He let go, reached out, found the door handle, and pushed the door open. He could probably go and have a look at the rocks, at least. Probably. Swinging his legs over and out, he braced himself on the door as he stood.
Agony, but that was fine. He might be able to do this after all. Ignis took a step forwards, turned to close the door, and collapsed onto the dusty road.
Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [2/?]
Date: 2017-03-13 11:01 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [2/?]
Date: 2017-03-19 06:44 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [2/?]
Date: 2017-03-13 11:26 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [2/?]
Date: 2017-03-19 06:44 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [2/?]
Date: 2017-03-13 04:47 pm (UTC)It's getting even better and better *_*
The fight scene was written so perfectly! I just love Ignis here and the way Gladio and Noct both kinda notice there is something off but don't quite follow up on their suspicions is done so well, especially since they don't do it out of sheer ignorance but because they trust Iggy to not lie to them. So lovely! And the build-up is great as well.
Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [2/?]
Date: 2017-03-19 06:51 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [2/?]
Date: 2017-03-14 09:41 am (UTC)Thanks so much for sharing - I am really looking forward to the next part.
Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [2/?]
Date: 2017-03-19 06:52 pm (UTC)