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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.
FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-06 09:36 pm (UTC)------------
The nurse placed with Prompto insisted it would take time before the boy was remotely ready for visitors, but the prince and his friends were hardly deterred. They remained a thorn in the nurse’s side for weeks, peering through the glass partition to check if Prompto was awake, sneaking in with stolen passcards, trying to bribe the nurse with handmade desserts and vows of eternal affection. The prince even tried to appeal to Cor, once, but the impassive look on his face stopped that plan in its tracks.
“We’re not wearing you out, are we, Prompto?” Noct asked, sometime in the second week. Prompto looked up blearily from a mess of blankets, half of which had been stolen from Gladio and Noct’s house and bore the royal family crest. The slow decrease to an average temperature was hard for him to handle, and he was shivering most of the time, these days.
“Yes,” he said, in a slurred voice. “I mean no. Stay.”
Noct smiled at the nurse, who shook his head.
At the beginning of the third week, Prompto’s cell was starting to look less like a prison and more like an actual room. One night, long after the nurse had retired for the evening, Noct and Gladio had secretly wheeled in an ancient television, complete with an outdated Justice Monsters 3 game console, and found that Prompto had a natural ability for tactical fighting games.
“It’s like what they taught us in Phase One training,” he explained, as he, Noct, and Gladio slouched in a huddle on the edge of the bed. “But no one is decommissioned in this one.”
“What do you mean, No one is decommissioned?” Gladio asked. The glow of Prompto's eyes was faint against the blue light of the television.
“That’s… that’s how it is,” he said, suddenly hesitant. “When you train for battle. If the other team fails, they’re decommissioned and the researchers start over. It’s how you move to Phase Two.”
There was a heavy silence at that.
“How old are you, usually, when you reach Phase Two?” Noct asked.
“I think it’d been ten years when I advanced,” said Prompto, matter-of-factly. “I was slow.”
The other two didn’t delve any further after that.
The TV caused a minor incident, and as a result, Ignis was the only one of the three friends to visit Prompto for a while. He was conscientious of the nurse’s needs and remarkably polite to Cor when the Marshal was there, and was so patient and soft-spoken that Prompto took to grilling him for information whenever they were alone.
“You said Gladio and Noctis are brothers,” he said, one day.
“Technically, half-brothers,” said Ignis. “Gladio is Mr. Amicitia’s son from his first marriage, and Noctis and their sister, Iris, are Mr. Amicitia and the King’s—“
“Wait. Sister?”
It took Ignis nearly an hour to explain the concept of blood relations. Prompto seemed to view the concept of childbirth as something bizarre and not entirely necessary, and expressed the opinion that the King shouldn’t have to go through the experience twice when there were perfectly functional labs in the Citadel.
“Don’t tell him that,” Ignis said with a laugh, and Prompto spent the rest of the day in contemplative silence.
“Do you have a child?” he asked Cor, when the Marshal came in that afternoon. Cor choked.
“No,” he said. “No, I haven’t had the…” He coughed, trying to regain his self-control. “Why do you ask?”
“It doesn’t seem efficient,” Prompto said. “Everyone here is this way?” He tugged one of Noct’s blankets over his shoulders. Cor reflexively leaned in to check his temperature against the back of his hand, realized what he was doing, and stood back, shaken for a reason that he couldn’t place.
“No wonder your army is so small,” Prompto murmured. Cor sighed.
“Not everyone joins the military, kid.” He checked the IV drip and the heart monitor—the nurse had left as Cor came in—and sat in his usual spot next to the bed. “Not everyone has a family, either.”
“Why don’t you?”
“That’s a hell of a question to ask someone,” Cor said. A few weeks ago, this would have made the boy draw back in fear. Now, he simply narrowed his eyes and waited for a response. “I don’t know. I’m busy. I don’t have much free time.”
“You have time to be here,” Prompto said. There was a question in the air, unspoken words hanging heavy between them, but Cor couldn’t for the life of him figure out just what it was. He left a few hours later, feeling odd and disjointed, and—not for the first time—lay awake well into the night, trying to piece together his scattered thoughts.
Eventually, Clarus saw fit to forgive Gladio and Noct for their late-night transgression, and the King reluctantly agreed to let them visit Prompto again. Noct celebrated this by bringing his new friend a gift, shoved haphazardly in a bag that clearly belonged to Iris. Prompto lifted the gift out suspiciously, and let out a high, delighted sound that startled everyone, including himself.
“What is this?” he asked.
“It’s a baby chocobo plush,” Noct said. “I won it at the arcade, so.”
“I don’t know what to call it. Is there a word for this?” Prompto squeezed the plush in his hands and beamed at Noct and Gladio in turn. “It’s like that picture of the small dog you showed me. That feeling.”
“Cute?” Gladio suggested.
“Yes,” Prompto said.
The chocobo soon had a place of honor atop the television, which was allowed back in on the condition that the boys stay away from anything resembling a fighting game.
Gladio was the one to learn that while Prompto was technically literate, it was only pertaining to what he’d need to know in regards to orders, government missives, and basic commands on the field. The dark-haired nineteen-year-old became a regular fixture in the cell after breakfast, where he patiently helped Prompto fill in the blanks of his knowledge with what had to be the most badly-written fantasy book Cor had ever heard of. They made it through two books together before Prompto felt confident enough to read on his own, and Gladio gifted him with the rest of the series from his own collection. Ignis brought in more books on photography, and sat down with Prompto to watch a taped nature documentary that nearly had the young man in tears. The prince’s choice of reading material was questionable at best, but when Prompto became hooked on a series about a young moon princess—or superhero—or both, Cor couldn’t tell—no one had the heart to take the comics away.
The process of withdrawal was slow, and still agonizing. There were several days where Cor would have to hold the boy down so that he could be fitted for a transfusion, and the slowly diminishing red in Prompto’s eyes had lengthened into a milky haze. He was likely to be violent, then, lashing out at anyone who came near him, and the spell would last at least an hour or more. Every time, Cor had to suppress the fear that Clarus or Regis would decide that the boy was more trouble than he was worth, too much of a danger to let live. He would stay the night, after, warily watching the red glow fade behind the boy’s eyelids, to assure himself that all danger had passed.
When the nurse finally announced that Prompto was well enough to go outside for a short time, his new friends immediately started making elaborate plans, which Cor and Clarus shot down one by one. Ignis finally suggested that they walk in the outdoor gardens, to Noct’s supreme dismay and Clarus’ approval, and a date was set. Prompto spent the days leading up to it restlessly walking around the rooms, trying to build up his strength, and was nearly uncontrollable on the night leading up to it. He rolled about on the bed, throwing the chocobo plush into the ceiling and back, grinning widely.
“It’s so frustrating,” Prompto said. “Why is tonight taking forever?”
Cor smiled, and dug into the bag at his feet. “Just wait until you learn about birthdays,” he murmured. He found what he was looking for and straightened, hiding it in his hands. “I have something that might distract you,” he said. Prompto turned to him. The whites of his eyes now outweighed the red, which made him look perpetually tired, but it was hardly as unsettling as he’d seemed when he first arrived. Cor handed Prompto a small camera with a wide lens.
“It’s just something I picked up,” he lied, when the boy lifted the camera in shaking hands. He’d spent weeks looking for the right one, but he wasn’t about to admit to it. “Thought you might want to take some photos of your own—“
He froze as Prompto, half falling off the bed, pulled him into a tight, bone-creaking embrace. The boy held him there for a moment, and Cor awkwardly patted his back with one hand.
“Sorry,” Prompto said, pulling away. “I don’t know why I did that. I’m just. I feel so.” He waved the camera in a helpless gesture. “Thank you.” His face brightened, and he gestured for Cor to sit up.
“Come on, sit like this,” he said. He jumped off the bed and crouched next to Cor, who couldn’t keep the amusement from his eyes. The other boys were a good influence, after all—he sounded almost like a teenager. Cor tried not to scowl at the camera when Prompto flipped it around, and dutifully smiled on cue. A light flashed, and Prompto winced.
“There,” he said, turning to Cor. “This way, the first picture means something.” When Cor didn’t respond, he peered at him, thoughtful. Then he tapped his cheek with a hand, his lips twitching in a sideways smile. “Cor. Your face.”
Cor blinked, startled, and touched a hand to his cheek. His fingers came back damp, and he stared at them for a long while, as though they were the key to a door he had yet to recognize. Prompto was already back on the bed, chattering excitedly about the different specs and features of the camera, but all Cor could think of was the past few weeks of sleepless nights, the long hours of rearranging his days to fit into an ill boy's erratic schedule, the stark emptiness of his rooms that had never preyed on him before. Clarus sitting next to him in the waiting room, already cognizant of what had changed in Cor before even he knew. The debilitating fear that struck him every time the boy convulsed on the operating table. The sick feeling in his heart when he thought of the steps they may have to take, should the daemonic influence in Prompto's blood take hold. It all narrowed into a clear, singular focus. He felt winded by the realization, as though the very air around him had changed, and lowered his hand with a look of mingled awe and apprehension.
For what felt like the first time in his life, Cor Leonis knew what he wanted.
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ALERT ALERT WE ARE REACHING PEAK DAD
I REPEAT
PEAK DAD
DAD LEVELS AT %80
*SIREN NOISE* *BUT A DAD SIREN NOISE, SO IT'S ACTUALLY THE SOUND OF A BUNCH OF DADS BUILDING A DECK SOMEWHERE*
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-06 09:36 pm (UTC)SORRY FOR THE CONFUSION, FOLKS
MOVE ALONG
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-06 09:58 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-06 10:19 pm (UTC)This is the most heartwarming and adorable thing ever. Seriously. He squeed and then didn't know the word for cute!!! Ahhhh!!!!
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-06 10:27 pm (UTC).... wait, did Noct give Prompto Sailor Moon comics?! :-O :-D
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-06 10:45 pm (UTC)Definitely Sailor Moon!
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-06 10:36 pm (UTC)(So... Clarus and Regis? HELL YES!
Bus Noct and Iris are, like, biological children?°° I missing something?)
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-06 10:41 pm (UTC)but I may have snuck him in too quietly! If I put this up on A03 I'll try to edit the fic to be more clear. D:
Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-06 11:56 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-07 02:27 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Engine Heart 5/? Re: Any/Prompto; MT Prompto is taken as a POW
Date: 2017-02-07 04:06 am (UTC)...but seriously. OP is still loving every second of this. I am filled with utter joy every time Prompto gets nice things. The almost throw-away line when he talks about the other team being decommissioned hit hard. Just... ow. Well done. I kind of love the idea of the chocobros getting hints as to how terrible everything was, because they didn't see what a mess he was when he first got brought in.
And the camera, and him hugging Cor and not knowing -why-. Poor baby. Does he even know what a hug is? Is he moving on instinct? He needs all of the hugs. :(