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UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here. (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)
I've added/clarified some rules to make life easier to my pinners. Please refrain from changing the subject lines except when filling or updating a fill. It makes it easier for us to keep track of what we've already looked at. Thank you so much!
UPDATE 1/28/17: We've opened up a Drabble Tree post! Go check it out.
UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.
Re: Fill: [9/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 02:42 am (UTC)And yeah, poor Prompto is going to be convinced they're making a mistake for a little while. Poor baby. :(
Re: Fill: [9/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 02:43 am (UTC)Thank you for such a sweet comment!
Re: Fill: [10/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 06:24 am (UTC)Re: Fill: [10/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 11:15 am (UTC)Probably best it's Ignis for now. He's a bit more rational than the others
Re: Fill: [11/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 12:30 pm (UTC)It's nearly eleven by the time the camping gear is stowed and packed away, and standing by the Regalia, Ignis runs a quick assessment of their usual seating arrangements. When Gladio makes to reach for the back handle, he says, "Perhaps a change of pace."
Gladio lets go. His eyes trail out to Ignis, and then to Prompto. He says, "Sure. What've you got in mind?"
Someone will need to keep an eye on the boy. Ignis can't very well do it while he's driving, and the child's still giving Gladio a wide berth, edging around him when he needs to move past. It's the size, Ignis imagines, and the temper. He knows that the king's Shield has a soft spot for children, doubtless left over from years of tending to a much younger sister, but Prompto will need time to learn.
So he says, "Join me in the front seat, Gladio, if you will? I believe I'll need a navigator today."
"Got it," says Gladio, and slides into the passenger's side.
Prompto takes longer to get settled, examining the car handle as though he's never seen one before. When he's seated, his feet dangle, unable to touch the floor. There are legalities in Insomnia, regarding how large a child has to be before sitting without a booster seat, but here in the countryside, Ignis has never seen one. Just as well; none are readily available for them to use.
Ignis fastens the boy's seatbelt, though, ensuring it fits snugly. It's not until he catches a glimpse of Prompto's face, borderline panic, that it occurs to him how close the device is to restraints.
He unfastens it again immediately, telegraphing his motions before he makes them, but the damage is done. The child clenches his eyes shut and tries to catch his breath.
"Hush," Ignis tells him, gently. "We won't use it. There, it's gone."
He strokes the child's hair, well aware already of the calming effect the contact seems to have. And Prompto, face pale and afraid, cracks open first one eye and then the other. He nods cautiously, as though he can't quite believe it.
Noct crawls into the back seat next to the boy. "Not like we need em, anyway. Iggy drives like an old lady."
Ignis fixes the king of Lucis with a level stare. "For all the times you sit on your seat back as though daring fate to do its worst, I'd think you would appreciate my caution a bit more."
Noct leans closer to Prompto and cups a hand to his mouth before adding, in a very loud stage whisper, "A fussy old lady."
The change in Prompto's expression is so minute that he nearly misses it, but there's no mistaking the way the corners of the boy's mouth soften. It's not quite a smile, but it skirts the edges of one.
"Hardly," says Ignis, but he straightens up with a smile of his own. "Some of us just don't drive like maniacs. That's all."
Not driving like a maniac entails following the speed limit, naturally, and that puts them at the chocobo ranch just past noon. Prompto is quiet for the trip, though from time to time Noct tries to engage him in idle chatter, and he answers readily enough if asked a direct question. It's strange, matching this pallid, smaller version of Prompto with the exuberant man Ignis knows he'll grow up to become.
Gladio sets out to find clothing that will fit the boy as soon as they arrive, returning a short time later with child-sized chocobo print boxers, bright yellow pants, and a shirt that declares "I love chocobos," though the word love is implied in the form of a heart, mottled yellow and orange.
Prompto eyes the new clothing with suspicion, but he disappears into the restroom readily enough to change into them, at Ignis' urging. He reappears several minutes later, tugging awkwardly at the hem of his t-shirt. It fits better than his old clothes, certainly, but it's definitely for a much older child, hanging off the boy's narrow frame.
"Sorry," says Gladio. "This was the smallest one they had."
Thin fingers, still practically swallowed by Prompto's adult-sized gloves, trace their tentative way over the bright colors of the heart. "It's good this way," says Prompto, hesitantly.
"Splendid," says Ignis, eying the gloves. They look ridiculous, especially now that all the rest of the boy's clothes nearly fit. The bottom edges come up over his wrists, and the extra material bunches at the palms when he curls his hands. "Shall I put these with the rest of your old outfit?" he says, and reaches for them.
The reaction is instantaneous. Prompto clutches at the glove on his right hand, so hard the knuckles go white. He shrinks away, eyes huge, and Ignis takes a step back, and then another.
He says, "You prefer to keep them on?"
Prompto stares at him with wary eyes. He gives a hesitant nod.
"Then you shall."
But the child keeps one hand clutched anxiously at the glove, as though he expects Ignis to change his mind at any moment. He clings to it as though it's the most precious thing in the world.
Re: Fill: [10/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 12:53 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: [10/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 12:54 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Gracious (Noctis/Prompto, slave AU) 3b/?
Date: 2017-04-14 01:29 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: [11/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 01:30 pm (UTC)And the rest of the boys trying to take care of Prompto but the way he keeps flinching away.
Poor Chocobros. I wonder what the reaction will be when they realize that the people on their who-hurt-Prompto-shit-list are nothing short of the Nifflheim empire
Re: Fill: [11/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 02:09 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: [11/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 03:30 pm (UTC)(Honestly, if I were Noctis seeing my best friend like that, I'd go off to the first secluded place I could find and have a good cry. How horrific...)
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Date: 2017-04-14 04:47 pm (UTC)Anyway, thank you again for the fill. I know anonfills are hard 'cause there's no kudos system and no way to edit so I really appreciate your awesome, awesome fic <3
Re: Fill: [12/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 06:19 pm (UTC)The chocobos are a hit. Gladio called that one from a mile away.
It's kinda cute; the kid stands there staring at one of the babies like it's an Astral given form, right up until Noct says, "Hey, check it out. She likes you."
Sure enough, the bird's drifting closer, a tiny ball of yellow fluff on her way to inspect Prompto's new shoes.
Gladio grins at the starstruck look on the kid's face. He says, "Want to sit with her?"
Prompto looks up at him. His eyes are huge, and he gives that careful nod of his, like he's afraid wanting something'll make it disappear.
Gladio pats the ground and says, "Go on, sit down," and he waits until the kid's settled before pressing some greens into his hand. "Now call her."
Prompto says, "Come here?"
The chocochick had been eying the greens, anyway. At the invitation, she bobs her way over and flaps right into Prompto's lap. The kid gasps; the bird helps itself to a mouthful of greens.
And there it is, for the first time since that godsforsaken spell took hold: an actual smile.
It's like the sun coming out after a hurricane that's killed a dozen people. It's crooked and warm – Prompto's smile, the way he grins when he snaps a photo he's proud of. He looks up at them, excited, checking to see if they're seeing this.
Just the sight makes Gladio smile in answer.
This is the way kids should be, dammit – not like yesterday, when Prompto was scared out of his mind. He'd been nothing but skin and bones in Gladio's arms, little form punctuated with a frantic heartbeat and the seep of blood from an injury that shouldn't have been there in the first place.
When this is over, Gladio's going to get some names, and he's going to pay a long visit to whatever cadre of assholes laid hands on the kid.
By now, the chocochick's just about done with her greens. She's pecking at the kid's open palm, real delicate, picking up every last crumb. And the kid's loving it, right up until her tiny beak catches on the glove he freaked out over, earlier. The leather slides down toward his fingers as the bird tries to ferret out a scrap of green that's lodged beneath the strap.
And there it is, plain as day, in ink on Prompto's wrist.
A barcode. A fucking barcode, like he's shop inventory ready to go on sale.
Gladio says, "What the hell is that?" and his voice comes out a growl.
Prompto's just sitting there, frozen, face damn near sheet white. Gladio knows he's scaring the kid, knows he needs to tone it down, but every time he tries to take a deep breath, he thinks about some asshole holding down that scrawny wrist to stick needles in it, and he just about loses his mind.
He takes a couple steps away, trying to give the kid some space.
And Prompto says, "I was gonna say something. I swear."
Re: Fill: [11/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 06:30 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: [11/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 06:30 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: [11/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 06:31 pm (UTC)(And Noct is definitely having a bad time of it. It is sure not easy.)
Re: Fill: [12/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 07:07 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: [12/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 07:38 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: [12/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 07:53 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: [12/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 09:15 pm (UTC)A!anon just end my heart. It can't sustain all these tears.
Re: Fill: [12/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 11:15 pm (UTC)I feel so sorry for the bros. They are about to have a nasty surprise.
This is probably my favorite fill that's come out ot this meme by the way
Re: Fill 2/2 Re: Ardyn/Noctis Ardyn reads porn
Date: 2017-04-15 06:27 am (UTC)Re: Fill: [13/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-15 03:30 pm (UTC)But the kid doesn't hush. He's on the edge of tears, gulping air like he's half-drowned. He says, "I just thought," and then he breaks off, like he's not sure what it was he thought, exactly.
Noct says, "Hey. Breathe, Prom. It's okay."
The kid's not listening, or maybe he can't hear. His eyes are screwed shut, and the chocochick, alarmed by how bad he's shaking, takes off at a trot.
Prompto doesn't even notice. He says, "I'm sorry," and his voice breaks, and then he's sobbing.
It's not the silent, bullshit, false-bravado tears from yesterday. The kid's full-on wailing, chest heaving, shoulders shaking, and Gladio's response to that is hardwired in. It's buried in growing up with an eight-year-younger sister, and before he's stopped to consider that maybe it's not the best idea to pick the kid up right now, he's already bent down to scoop Prompto into his arms.
The kid weighs nothing, and Gladio can feel every tiny shake as it rolls through him. He's still trying to talk, manages to get out, "I was gonna say something." The rest isn't as clear, but it sounds something like: "I just wanted a day."
"Ah, gods, kid," says Gladio, and bounces him a bit, the way he did when Iris was very small and she'd fuss before bedtime. "Hey, no one's mad. Okay?"
But Prompto's not slowing down. If anything, it gets worse. Gladio sets a broad palm against the kid's back and rubs in calming circles. He keeps it up a long time, until the hitching sobs die down to whimpers. At last, Prompto cries himself out – just kind of lies there, limp and exhausted, against his chest.
The kid snuffles – lifts his head maybe an inch, to stare at Iggy and Noct, then cranes his neck to look up at Gladio.
He says, so solemn and resigned: "Are you still deciding?"
"Deciding what?" Ignis asks, cautiously.
"How to get rid of me," says the boy. "It's got to be – I'm up past fifty demerits, probably. The cut-off for decommissioning's like thirty-five."
"Decommissioning," Noct echoes, flat and horrified.
He sounds about how Gladio feels – shell-shocked, the way you get when something's too big to even process, so gods-awful your mind won't even wrap round it.
Prompto nods, and his breath hitches, but he doesn't start to cry again. "I'm broke, right? I didn't even tell you." The kid's trying to be stoic, but his voice wavers, then breaks. "I let you think I was a person the whole time."
Re: Fill: [12/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-15 03:31 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: [12/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-15 03:31 pm (UTC)