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Please direct any questions or report any problems to the Ask a mod post.
Prompt, write, draw, comment, and most importantly have fun!
(You can also check out our Pinboard for Filled or Unfilled prompts)
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.
FILL: Engine Heart 4/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
(Anonymous) 2017-02-06 02:01 am (UTC)(link)I SURE DO, I GUESS
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Cor burst into the waiting room of the Citadel infirmary to find a crowd of people clustered by the front desk.
“I swear, we didn’t know,” Prince Noctis was saying, standing with the King near the corner of the room. “He just, he fainted, and then he started coughing this black stuff, and Gladio had to carry him, and I—“
“It wasn’t his highness’ fault, Your Majesty,” Ignis, prince Noctis’ prodigy of an advisor, insisted. “I suggested we go to the planetarium, and it wore him out—“
“Sir, tell me he ain’t gonna die from it.” Gladio asked Clarus, who was looking over a thick clipboard of notes. “He was just tired—”
“Marshal.” Clarus saw Cor at last, and placed a comforting hand on his son’s arm before turning his way. “We are needed within.”
“So soon?” Cor asked. Clarus gave him a warning look, and Cor glanced at the frantic young men throwing themselves into a spiral of panic. It wouldn’t do to escalate the situation. He nodded and followed Clarus into the hall leading towards the operating room. Clarus’ slow pace immediately quickened, and Cor trotted to keep up, a lump of fear weighing tight in his chest.
“Brace yourself,” Clarus said. Cor took a deep breath. “The doctors say he’s losing blood. They’re giving him transfusions, but the boy… well, you’ll need to see for yourself, I’m afraid.”
Clarus pulled gloves and a smock off a peg on the wall, and Cor followed suit, fitting them on awkwardly. Then he was led into a small room lit by a bright blue overhead light, where three doctors stood over—
Prompto writhed on the table, eyes squinted shut, fingers clenched so tight that his nails dug into his palms. One of the doctors tried to hold him still, but he fought him off, showing remarkable strength for a boy of seventeen, and nearly fell. Cor lunged forward and placed firm hands on Prompto’s arms.
When the boy opened his eyes at the touch, his teeth bared in a guttural snarl.
“Easy, kid,” Cor said. He squinted at a grey smear on the side of the boy’s mouth, and looked back at Clarus, a question in his eyes. Clarus tapped the corner of his eyes and pointed to Prompto, and Cor followed his lead.
Liquid blackness trailed like tear tracks down the side of Prompto’s cheeks.
“You’ve seen this before,” Clarus said. Around them, the doctors re-fitted Prompto with an IV, now that he was no longer thrashing on the table. “You know what this is, Cor.”
Cor reached out and touched the oily stain on the boy’s cheeks. He did know this. It was the same liquid he’d cleaned off of his blades in the night outside of the city, the puddles that lingered on the ground after his enemies had dissolved in the first rays of the morning sun.
“This isn’t a drug, Clarus,” Cor said, in a voice that shook.
“I know,” Clarus replied.
Both men stood in silence, staring at the blackness on Cor’s fingers.
“Daemon,” Cor said, at last. “It’s the blood of a daemon.” He wiped his hand off on his pants, making the King’s Shield scowl. “That’s what they’ve been feeding him. It’s not a drug. It’s blood.”
“Could he have been a daemon all this time?” Clarus asked. “In disguise, like the Ronin—“
“No.” Cor spat the word. “I found him in the sunlight.”
“Cor,” Clarus said. “If the boy isn’t fully human, you know what we’ll have to do.”
Cor looked down on the hissing, pain-stricken boy on the table below him, and nodded. He knew.
The doctors said that they only needed one person to hold Prompto down, and Clarus brooked no argument when Cor insisted on staying. He spoke softly to the boy as he gripped him by the arms, but he hardly paid attention to his own words. He just needed to speak, to make sure that there was something, anything, familiar for the boy to hold onto. For the longest time, Prompto showed no signs of knowing who he was, let alone who was standing over him. He hissed and spat, his red eyes glowing as dark blood stained his chest, the table, Cor’s hands and sleeves. At last, his gaze seemed to focus, and he turned his face up to Cor’s.
“You,” he said.
“Welcome back,” Cor told him. “How are you feeling?”
“I wish I wasn’t,” he said, and Cor smiled wryly. He sat on a low stool next to the boy, and slowly released his grip on his arms. Prompto twitched, but didn’t move, and the doctors around them breathed a collective sigh of relief.
“Am I dying?” Prompto asked.
“No,” said Cor, but it felt like a lie. Prompto grimaced.
“We’re not supposed to be afraid,” he said. The black ichor that ran down the boy’s eyes and nose was thick and sluggish, and his teeth were stained with it. “When we’re deployed. An MT that fears death is defective.” It sounded like he was quoting someone. “I’ve always been defective.”
Cor thought of the rumors that surrounded his own name on the field. Cor the Immortal. The man who emerged alive from battles that had taken out entire squadrons, the man who entered the fray in a team and stepped out of it alone. A coward, a man so afraid of death that he would sacrifice his men to stave it off one day longer. It didn’t matter if the rumors were true or not. He was afraid, had always been afraid. The specter of his fear would follow him for the rest of his life.
“You aren’t defective,” he told the boy. He gripped Prompto’s hand, and wondered what could have been said to comfort him when he was that age, stepping into his army fatigues for the first time and into the chaos of a gunfight. “Being afraid, surviving it, it makes you human.”
The boy who had been an MT soldier let out a gruesome, rasping laugh.
Cor reached out with his free hand and brushed back Prompto’s light blond hair, trying not to wince at the heat of his scalp and the tremor in his skin. Prompto closed his eyes and let out a shuddering sigh, and Cor felt that unfamiliar pull in his chest again. He shifted closer and squeezed the boy’s hand in his.
“I’ll stay with you, Prompto,” he said, in a soft voice. “Whatever happens, you won’t go through it alone.”
Cor was roused a few hours later by one of the doctors.
“The worst is over,” she said. Her voice sounded hoarse, and she looked as worn as Cor felt. “My guess—and this is all hypothetical, Marshal—is he’ll keep this up until his eyes change. Look.” She lifted the right eyelid of the sleeping boy, revealing lines of white tracing over the red. “He’ll need more transfusions before it’s done, so we’ll need to keep. Keep a nurse with him.” She swayed, and sat on the stool next to Cor. “My apologies.”
“Where are the others?” Cor asked. She shrugged.
“It got ugly, Marshal. They’re recovering. Something about contact with the… blood… wore on them. On us. Good thing some of us have stamina, huh?” She rubbed Prompto’s shoulder with a gloved hand. “The Six alone know how he manages to live with that inside him.”
“Can he be moved?” Cor asked her.
“Clarus ordered for the necessary equipment to be delivered to his room an hour ago.” The doctor said, with a smile. “We’ve been waiting on you.”
When Cor wheeled out the still unconscious Prompto into the waiting room, he was surprised to find Gladiolus, Noctis, and Ignis asleep in an unruly pile in the corner. Ignis woke first, and nudged the others awake in his scramble to look halfway presentable.
“He’s alright?” Ignis asked. Cor nodded, and tapped his lips for silence. The prince and his friends followed him out of the room, trailing him down the halls. Like ducklings, he thought, bemused.
Gladio, Ignis, and Noct were convinced to leave Prompto alone for the night, but Cor stayed in the cell, back to the wall at Prompto’s bedside, for the rest of the evening.
“Cor.” He opened his eyes with a jolt. The room was dark, but the red of Prompto’s eyes glowed with an unsteady, flickering light. “Cor.”
“’m here,” he said. He scrubbed at the beginnings of a beard along his jaw, and sighed.
“I feel terrible,” Prompto said.
“Good. Means you’re alive.”
Prompto blinked, and the glow of his eyes was like a set of embers against his thin lids. “I knew a defective MT once. Not knew, really. Trained with her.”
“She probably wasn’t really defective, Prompto,” Cor said, gently.
“I know. I don’t think she was. She was just… sad, and she let it show. I think a lot of us were, but we knew how to hide it.” He sighed. “Sometimes you’d hear MTs go wild in their containment cells. Those are the best ones. The ones who don’t feel anything at all.”
“The rules are different, here,” Cor said. “You aren’t an MT anymore.”
“Is it okay to be scared of that?” Prompto asked. Cor nodded.
“Yeah. It’s okay.”
There was a long silence, and then the lights of Prompto’s eyes left a trail of fire in the darkness as he rolled over. “Cor,” he said, in the soft buzz that was his whisper.
“Mm?”
“Thank you.” The boy curled up on the thin sheet of the bed, and his fingers ghosted over Cor’s shoulder. “For staying.”
“Any time, kid,” Cor said. “Any time.”
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 4/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
(Anonymous) 2017-02-06 02:29 am (UTC)(link)Welp, that was horrific. And fascinating. Daemon blood. Holy fuck. :-(
But also: YAY for Cor! And YAY for the chocobros!
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 4/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
(Anonymous) 2017-02-06 02:41 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Engine Heart 4/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
(Anonymous) 2017-02-06 03:36 am (UTC)(link)I left home early today and just got back. This was literally the first thing I did after sitting down after being on the run all day. As I waited for the internet to kick back in, I whispered to the screen: "Come on, one more chapter." And lo and behold: there were TWO.
I loved everything about this. Cor continues to be the best dad ever. Prompto not even being able to handle toast absolutely broke my heart. Shenanigans with the chocobros in the hall gave me life: the wheelchair race, and pictures with Ignis' phone, and Gladio letting him take the photography book with them.
And then the most recent chapter, with the daemon blood withdrawals. I mean... poor Prompto, for going through all of that, but I have so much hope now that he'll be able to shake off some of the effects of the experiments. Poor baby. He needs all of the nice things. :(
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 4/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
(Anonymous) 2017-02-06 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)Poor Prompto. But it's only uphill from here, technically!
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 4/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
(Anonymous) 2017-02-06 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Engine Heart 4/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
(Anonymous) 2017-02-06 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)