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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: Second Fill Pt 2a/2 - Re: Prompto/[Noctis or Regis], abo/mpreg, miscarriage
Date: 2017-09-18 12:15 pm (UTC)His sobs eventually quietened but not from lack of grief or pain.
No, it’s exhaustion that makes his sobs end. His body too tired from everything to even have the energy for hitched, gasped breaths. Leaving him on the edge of unconsciousness, struggling to even maintain that. Afraid of what will happen if he slips under.
A part of him doesn’t see the point of trying to maintain his consciousness. Even if loosing it means never waking up again he doesn’t care. Not now that he’s alone and in pain and unknowing if his friends are even alive.
No. He can’t think like that.
Noct and the others will be coming for him. He has to stay awake for their arrival.
Has to stay awake.
He barely notices the sounds of footsteps down the hall. He flinches at the sound of the gate opening though, expecting some new torment from Arydn.
He drops when the restraints are released and only realises what has happened when Noctis’ arms catch him. He resists the urge to cling onto Noct but only because of the exhaustion and pain in his limbs from being suspended for so long. He enjoys the fact that Noct holds him so tightly as if to make up it.
Gladio and Ignis both ask if he’s hurt but he can barely focus on their words compared to how grateful he is to have them back. Grateful he is that it is all over. That the fears he had that they wouldn’t come rescue him – either from inability or unwillingness – are no more.
“I’m fine,” he says to ease their worries. And it’s kind of the truth – he will be fine now that they are here. No need for them to have to deal with what happened while they were gone. They have enough on their plates without his stuff as well. “Thank you Noct.”
“No sweat. Need to find you some better clothes though.” Noctis says and Prompto realises he’s still wearing the gown he had been put in while captured. A glance down at his arm reveals it’s bare but they other’s haven’t noticed the barcode yet. Not that it should matter because he’s going to be telling them soon. He’d prefer it to be after a shower though. If he’s honest he wants to a shower slightly more than he wants new clothes. Wants desperately to clean the blood off his thighs.
“Noct.” Gladio says sounding murderous as Prompto works to get back up to his feet with Noct’s help. He expects it to be a warning of some enemy but when he follows Gladiuo’s gaze he learns that apparently it wasn’t just his thighs the blood had leaked onto but the frame as well and Noctis’ grip on him tightens.
“I’m sorry,” he says not because he feels guilty for what happened but everything around it. The secrets that caught up with him.
“It’s not your fault,” Noctis says. So determined like he doesn’t hold only half the information.
“No. I should have told you back in Altissia.”
“Should have told us what?” Gladio asks. Prompto knows he doesn’t mean to be intimidating but he still is.
“That I was pregnant.” He knows he made the four words into one but hopes the others can still understand. He doesn’t really want to be pressed over it.
“Was?” Ignis asks.
“Yeah. Remember how I left for a bit? I went to see a doctor and he confirmed it. I was going to say something I promise but with everything that happened I didn’t think it right.” He had thought he could tell them at some point later after the grief of what happened during the covenant had worn off slightly.
“No Prompto, I meant you used the past tense – you were pregnant but not anymore?” Right. Ignis can’t see the blood so doesn’t have that piece of information that has Noctis and Gladio’s eyes aggrieved, showing that they figured it out. Or at least that they have some idea.
“Right, yeah, I’m not. Ardyn-“ It hurts to think about again. Makes him struggle to find the words to explain what happened. The pain of it still so fresh in his mind. The taunting of Ardyn while he was tied down and the pain of the doctor’s ministrations. It hurts and he’s sobbing again but he manages to push on. “Arydn said he couldn’t allow the King’s line to continue. So after he captured me he had some doctor-“
Going by the other three’s faces he doesn’t have to finish the sentence. Which is good because he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to think about what happened more than absolutely necessary.
“I’m sorry Noct. I should have told you.” Not that it would have changed anything that happened but he still feels guilty on the principle of the fact he didn’t tell him when he knew and instead only has after what happened happened.
“Don’t. I should have rescued you earlier.” There are tears in Noctis’ eyes and his grip still tight.
“No. It’s not your fault. I don’t think he would have let you anyway. He seemed pretty determined on it. Said he’d been planning something for a long time and couldn’t let anything get in the way. I don’t know what it is but it doesn’t sound good.” Going to such lengths to ensure Noct didn’t have an heir doesn’t bode well for Ardyn’s inclination for Noctis’ continued survival.
“Well then how about we go and have a talk to him about whatever it is he’s been planning?” Noctis says with fury clear in his voice. Prompto can’t help but feel his heart swell at the protectiveness of it but then remembers that he still hasn’t told them everything and maybe the barcode on his wrist might change it yet.
He realises he’s pressing it against his own chest to keep it hidden now there is nothing covering it. Realises he still can’t help but feel shame over it.
“As much as I understand the reasons you want to do that and am in full agreement I must suggest that we should rest for a little before. Regroup and consider all the information we have obtained. And, if what you said earlier is anything to go by, get Prompto some new clothing,” Ignis says, always the voice of reason. Which Prompto is grateful for because he needs a bit of time before he can face Ardyn again.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Noctis says nodding in the way Prompto knows means he’s still processing what has happened. It’s the same nods he gained whenever he agreed to a decision after his father and Luna died. Him trying to pretend like he’s in control while mentally falling to pieces.
“I think I saw some dorms a little back in one of the halls. Do we want to go there?” Gladio suggests and that is decided to be the best move.
“You okay to walk?” Noctis asks looking half ready to pick Prompto up if he says no.
“I should be. It’s not too bad anymore.” He still feels kind of sore but certainly not more so then he has after some of the worse fights he walked away from. It’s really just the emotional pain left – the fear from everything that happened and might still happen.
“Tell me if that changes okay?” Noctis asks and Prompto gives a nod in response and that is apparently enough to satisfy him.
The walk to the dorm isn’t really that far and Prompto is sure he isn’t the only one grateful at the sight of it. The fact they should be able to barricade themselves in and hopefully get some level of rest from the constant anxiety caused by just being in the building.
That changes at the set of clothing sitting innocently on the end of one of the beds.
Prompto’s clothing.
“What game is he playing at?” Gladio asks and looks ready to storm out the room to go find Arydn and shake the answer out of him all by himself if he has to.
“I wish I knew,” Noct says and Prompto agrees with it whole-heartedly.
“At least we know they’re going to fit me,” he says trying to lighten the mood. Nobody laughs at it though nor does it break the tension of the room like he hoped it would. Leaving Prompto to sigh and move to flop down on one of the beds as Gladio explores the room checking for any threats.
He regrets his decision the second the pain shoots up him and he feels the blood squelch underneath him. He’s quick to get back onto his feet despite his legs protest at being forced to stand any longer.
Both Noctis and Gladio are by his side within an instant.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Just really would like a shower.” He doesn’t want to look behind to see if any blood had leaked through and stained the bed. He hopes if it has nobody else makes any comment.
“I think there’s a bathroom through there,” Gladio says nodding towards the door in the dorm that doesn’t lead back out into the hall. “Just give me five minutes to check it out.”
Ardyn clearly expected them to come to this dorm if Prompto’s clothing is any indication. The last thing they need is for there to be an MT in the bathroom ready to take out whoever went to use it first.
“Okay.” After how long he’s already waited for it five more minutes is nothing.
He spends the five minutes with Noctis gently rubbing his back, clearly trying to be reassuring despite still having the deep in thought look of his. Prompto supposes he has to take it all in – the fact of the pregnancy and the loss of it. He regrets not telling him back in Altissia. If he had Noct would only be dealing with the second bit.
Gladio comes back and gives the all-clear and Prompto grabs his clothes to go shower.
“Will you require any assistance?” Ignis asks.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“Call if you do,” Gladio says and Prompto nods before going into the bathroom.
The bathroom is as cold as the rest of the place in terms of decoration: sterile and metal and terrible. Prompto doesn’t know how anyone could bare it. It’s also tiny. With a shower, sink, and toilet all crammed into the smallest space possible.
He puts his clothes down onto the closed toilet lid but doesn’t get into the shower right away. First he opens the cupboard under the sink hoping to find something he can use to soak up the blood so he doesn’t end up with it leaking into his clothes after the shower. There’s no point in him getting clean if he’s just going to end up sitting in blood-soaked clothing again.
Luckily it appears that someone in the dorm required pads because there’s an opened pack of them under the sink. He places them on top of his clothing pile before finally stripping off the robe he had been put in thinking about whether he could ask Noct if they could burn it. It’s probably not the smartest idea considering where they are so he pushes the thought aside before climbing into the shower.
It is only five seconds after the water starts to fall on him that he starts crying again. Showers tend to have that power. Even if you have your tears under control out of it. If there are more to be shed they will be shed as the water comes over you. He figures it’s better he gets it out now instead of breaking down in the main room with the others. They don’t have time to deal with him being a crying mess considering everything that still needs to be done. The crystal and Ardyn still waiting for them further in.
He cries until his tears once again dry up and then goes about the task of cleaning himself off. The task of cleaning both the grime of his time since falling off the train as well as the blood that has now dried and caked onto his thighs.
Once he is satisfied about that he gets out and puts his clothes and one of the pads on. He puts the packet back under the sink but makes a mental note to make sure to shove some in his pockets when they head off. Just in case he needs them and the next bathroom, if there even if a next bathroom, doesn’t have any in it.
He considers leaving the wristbands off but before he leaves the room crams them back on. He will tell them. Just he wants to tell them and not have them notice the barcode and ask.
After a moment of psyching himself up he returns to the main room of the dorm. “Shower’s free is anyone wants it.”
“Iggy, you want help with yours?” Gladio asks in the most non-subtle way of indicating that he’s trying to give Prompto and Noctis time. Especially seeing he’s more glancing between the two of them then looking at Ignis when he asks it. Although Prompto does know that Ignis sometimes requires help with such things now that his sight is lost so it’s possibly a bit two-birds-one-stone.
“If you wouldn’t mind,” Ignis replies and the two of them leave to a bathroom not that Prompto knows how they’re both fitting in there.
He sits down on the bed next to Noct. Carefully this time, although the layers of pants and underwear and pad make it less sharp on him.
“I am sorry about what happened. Even if it wasn’t my fault I’m still – I’m the reason he was able to capture you. I pushed you off the train,” Noctis says after a few awkward minutes of the two of them just sitting there.
“I’m pretty sure Ardyn had a hand in that.”
“Yeah, he made you look like him and I just reacted. I didn’t even think. If I had of waited five more seconds I might have realised.” Noctis sounds so frustrated and Prompto hates it. It had been an accident. He knows that and doesn’t blame Noct for it at all. Arydn could be tricky when he wanted to be and what happened on the train was ample evidence of that fact.
“Don’t. I get it. After everything he’d done I’d probably act without thinking as well. What happened is Ardyn’s fault.” Don’t blame yourself for what he did.
“I know. I know that and still. What happened was unfair. Everything is unfair. I hate it.”
“Same. But there’s nothing we can do but keep going and stop him from hurting anyone else. Right?”
“Yeah, and I’m sorry. I should be comforting you not the other way around.”
“It’s fine. Honestly having you back is more than I could ask for.”
Noct gives him a weak smile and leans over to press a chaste kiss that Prompto happily returns. “I was so worried about you. I didn’t know what I would do if he had killed you as well. You have no idea how glad I am to know you’re alive, even if you’re not okay.”
“I think I do.” He feels much the same. He’s glad to be back with Noct and the others. Glad to know he has their back and they have his again. Even if it isn’t the perfect reunion.
“Can I ask you something?” he says after a few minutes of the two of them just sitting in each other’s space. The weight of the question weighing on his mind too much to bear any longer.
“Sure.”
“If I had told you about it before… well. If I told you would you have wanted me to keep it?”
“I…” Noctis’ eyes shoot from his face where they had been holding his gaze to the door leading back into the hallway of the building. “I don’t know. I think I would have but I don’t know if it’s just because I know Ardyn did what he did. If I want it just because he didn’t and it is just another thing he took from me. I know that’s stupid.”
“No. I get it. I think I’m the same. I think it’s the reason I didn’t tell you – I wasn’t sure if I wanted to keep it yet. No point adding more stress to your life if it wasn’t going to amount to anything you know?”
“You shouldn’t of had to carry it on your own. Don’t keep secrets from us just because you want to protect us from it.” Prompto swears the barcode burns at the words but it’s more likely just in his head. “We’re in this together – and that means whatever it is we help each other out.”
“Right. Well next time I have a deep dark secret I’ll be sure to tell you as soon as I know and we can decide what to do with it together.” The barcode doesn’t count because it isn’t a new secret but an old one. One he has been carrying for longer than he knew the three of them. And even then he’ll be sure to tell them when they wake before they continue on to the Crystal. One secret is enough for the time being.
Re: Second Fill Pt 2b/2 - Re: Prompto/[Noctis or Regis], abo/mpreg, miscarriage
Date: 2017-09-18 12:16 pm (UTC)“I think I’ll take you up on that,” Noctis says as Gladio and Ignis leave the bathroom having both clearly had a shower going by how long they were gone and the slight wetness to their hair. They settle into their own, separate bunks as Noctis goes to take a shower. Both closer to the main door than the bed Prompto claimed. An additional protective barrier against whatever might be crawling around the facility on top of the physical barricade they built against the main doorway.
Prompto wishes them goodnight before lying down and trying to go to sleep.
He doesn’t succeed until Noctis joins him and curls around him. The weight of him comforting and familiar after everything.
It still hurts but so long as he has Noct and knows he isn’t hated for not telling him he’ll make it through.
Re: Second Fill Pt 2b/2 - Re: Prompto/[Noctis or Regis], abo/mpreg, miscarriage CROSSPOST
Date: 2017-12-14 09:31 am (UTC)Links' here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12246888/chapters/27826659
The first two chapters is pretty much the same as what is over here with mild edits but the third chapter on AO3 is where a decent amount of changes are so feel free to check it out if you want to see that done better.