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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.
Gen any/any Prompto crying over a dead Chocobo
Date: 2017-04-11 08:38 pm (UTC)Re: Gen any/any Prompto crying over a dead Chocobo
Date: 2017-04-11 09:01 pm (UTC)Re: Gen any/any Prompto crying over a dead Chocobo
Date: 2017-04-11 11:30 pm (UTC)FILL: [1/1]
Date: 2017-04-12 10:45 pm (UTC)-
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Noctis is the one to notice first. They have a strong connection, Noctis and Prompto, so it’s not surprising that Noctis seems to sense something in the middle of slashing through an MT with the Engine Blade, and immediately stops in his movements. He says with dawning realization, “Prompto,” and runs off, the MT’s broken carcass falling to the ground in a mess of sparking machinery.
Ignis turns to look. Roughly a dozen feet away, Prompto is sitting hunched over, his back facing them, but Ignis sees what looks to be his chocobo lying on the ground in front of him.
“Oh no,” Gladio says grimly, sheathing his Claymore after taking care of the last MT of the troop that ambushed them.
Ignis presses his lips tightly together, says nothing as he walks over to Noctis, who has settled a hand gently on Prompto’s shoulder.
“Prom…” Noctis says quietly.
Ignis’ chest tightens when he hears the sniffles and broken sobs falling from Prompto’s lips.
“Ignis,” Prompto gasps once Ignis approaches, “a-an elixir, he needs—”
He has the chocobo’s head cradled in his lap, and runs a shaking hand through the bird’s golden feathers. It kwehs softly, blinking with wet eyes.
Ignis shakes his head, touching Prompto’s free shoulder gently with his fingers. “I’m sorry. Potions won’t work on creatures like him.”
Prompto’s face falls. “No…”
Ignis scans his eyes over the damage, wondering if there’s anything they can do. When he looks at Gladio for his opinion, his serious expression says it all.
“I’m sorry,” Prompto whimpers, pressing his forehead against the chocobo’s, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m sorry I let them hurt you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Tears drip from his eyes and catch on the chocobo’s feathers, clinging like dew.
With what seems to be the last vestiges of its strength, the chocobo moves its head just enough to nudge its beak against Prompto’s nose. A shudder runs through its body. Its chest sags. It becomes very still.
Prompto hunches his shoulders, and weeps.
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They make camp there, disregarding the fact that it’s a little early to do so and that the location isn’t ideal, but none of them want to force Prompto to move on before he can grieve.
Gladio digs a grave beneath the shade of a nearby tree. He doesn’t have many tools to do it, but he uses what he can: his sword, stones, even his bare hands. Ignis sets up the tent and chairs and cookware, and Noctis—
Noctis sits next to Prompto, where he hasn’t moved since the chocobo passed. They’re talking too quietly for Ignis to hear from where he is, but Noctis sits close enough that their shoulders and sides are pressed together, and doesn’t move away.
When Gladio is finished digging, he rubs the dirt off his hands, then looks over to nod at Ignis. Ignis nods back, realizing what comes next. As Gladio makes his way to where Prompto and Noctis sit by the chocobo’s body, Ignis follows.
“Prompto,” Gladio says quietly. “It’s done. Are you ready?”
Prompto looks up at him. His eyes are red at the edges, and when he speaks his voice cracks. “Okay.”
Noctis helps him onto his feet, his hand gripping Prompto’s arm. Gladio moves forward to reach down and settle one broad hand on the chocobo’s feathered head, briefly, as if asking for permission, then carefully takes the body into his arms.
Prompto doesn’t watch.
-
“We should say something,” Noctis says.
They’re standing around the freshly covered grave. Prompto was silent the entire time as they filled it, wincing with each sound of falling dirt.
For a moment, none of them say anything. There is only the sound of the wind, the leaves rustling above them, the quiet murmur of the nearby stream. The rest of the world moving on.
Then Gladio opens his mouth. “He was the best and bravest,” he says firmly. “A legend, now and always.”
“I’ll knight him,” Noctis promises, “when I’m king. And they’ll sing his praises for the rest of eternity.”
“We will never forget him,” Ignis adds. “A true hero and protector of Lucis.”
Prompto sniffs, looking down as he rubs his arm over his eyes. His eyes are still wet when he raises his head and says, “Thank you, my friend.”
He unties the bandana wrapped around his right arm, and moves forward to place it on top of the smooth, grey stone they had laid at the head of the grave.
Ignis recalls a prayer, suddenly, from deep in the pages of his studies at the Citadel. He was never very religious, but the words had lingered in his head, after.
“May the Six guide him to a land of light,” Ignis murmurs, “where he shall know no pain, no suffering, no hardship. May he walk with stars and find peace, everlasting.”
-
Prompto sits in front of the grave.
Gladio and Noctis have walked off into the nearby trees to look for firewood, moving quickly before the sun dips below the horizon and darkness falls, heralding daemons. At camp, Ignis pages through his recipe book, considering tonight’s dinner. Occasionally, he glances over to where Prompto is sat, unsettled by his uncharacteristic silence. Ignis looks back down, decides on long-bone steak, one of Prompto’s favorites, then tucks the notebook back into the inside pocket of his blazer.
When Ignis walks over to Prompto to press a water bottle into his limp hands, he says with a soft voice, “You should drink.” Prompto complies without a word.
Ignis lingers, standing awkwardly beside Prompto as Prompto stares and stares at nothing. Ignis sighs, then carefully maneuvers himself to sit on the ground beside him. Prompto barely seems to notice, still looking blankly forward, unreadable thoughts swirling in his head.
“Do you remember…” Ignis begins suddenly. Prompto startles, blinking, as if snapped out of his thoughts. Ignis continues, “… Do you remember the time your chocobo somehow escaped from its harness and stole the salad I was preparing right off the counter?”
Prompto snorts, idly plucking at pieces of grass on the ground as he remembers, “Yeah, you were so mad.”
“It wouldn’t have been a problem if he had stolen anything else but the new, expensive greens I had just purchased.” Ignis pushes his glasses up his nose, brow furrowing at the memory. Ignis’ ire only makes Prompto snicker.
“Remember the other time he somehow opened the tent zipper, and started pecking Gladio’s hair while he was sleeping?” Prompto says.
“Yes,” Ignis says, hiding his smile behind his hand. “That was a rather rude awakening.”
“Gladio freaked,” Prompto laughs.
“I don’t think Noctis appreciated being accidentally elbowed, either.”
“Noctis wouldn’t have woken up at that hour, otherwise.”
“Quite right.”
They’re quiet for a moment.
Prompto says, “I’m gonna miss him.”
Ignis touches Prompto’s shoulder. “We all will.”
Prompto suddenly turns and wraps his arms around Ignis’ waist, hugging so tightly it squeezes the breath from his lungs.
For a second, Ignis is stunned, unused to Prompto turning to him for comfort. He slowly relaxes, lifting a hand to rub soothingly at Prompto’s back. He says nothing when he feels something wet soak into the collar of his shirt.
Ignis hears rapid footsteps, and he’s nearly bowled over when another pair of arms wrap around the two of them, Noctis’ mess of black hair suddenly tickling his cheek.
“Now, now,” Ignis starts, barely able to sit up under the combined weight of them.
Gladio appears behind him, his strong chest supporting Ignis’ back and his arms draping over them. Ignis sighs, relenting, and closes his eyes as he settles into the group hug.
Night falls and stars illuminate the darkening sky with tiny dustings of light. The evening breeze turns chilly, and Ignis is admittedly loathe to pull away from the warmth of the hug. Noctis’ unyielding grip suggests he wouldn’t let Ignis go anyway, but he needn’t worry—Ignis will stay. They all will, especially after Prompto lifts his head up to look at them, a tear rolling down his cheek as he smiles, wide and bright, and says, “I love you guys.”
Re: FILL: [1/1]
Date: 2017-04-12 11:21 pm (UTC)I'm not crying. No. Hu uh. Nope not...crying...
BAAAAAAAWWWW!!!!!
That was a beautiful bit of hurt/comfort at the end there, anon. All my love.
Re: FILL: [1/1]
Date: 2017-04-13 12:03 am (UTC)Re: FILL: [1/1]
Date: 2017-04-13 05:14 am (UTC)Did kinda laugh though, when Noctis said he'd knight the chocobo.
Re: FILL: [1/1]
Date: 2017-04-14 03:06 pm (UTC)"I love you guys." gaaaaaahh
Great job with this!!
Re: FILL: [1/1]
Date: 2017-04-14 09:29 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: [1/1]
Date: 2017-04-18 04:59 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: [1/1]
Date: 2017-05-11 03:29 am (UTC)