Prompt Post #2

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  ROUND 2

Seeing as we've reached 4,000 comments in Round 1, it's time to make a new one. Same (lack of) rules apply. Gentle reminder to everyone to refrain from posting extremely long prompts, though. While no word limit will be imposed, take note that it is very unlikely for someone to fulfill your prompt if your prompt alone is already several paragraphs long and containing a number of specifications.

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Fill: I Know, I Know (What I'm Doing) [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

(a/n: thank you for the lovely comments! sorry this took me so long to get up ;-;)

The boy's gaze darts up to Gellert's face, surveying him for a long, suspicious instant before dropping back to the floor.

"Y-you can't tell anyone about this unless I say so, r-right?"

"Of course not," Gellert soothes. "No one ever needs to know you've been to see me unless you want, my boy."

That isn't quite true, of course - Gellert has the legal ability to inform a third party if he feels that the boy's current condition poses significant risk of harm to himself or others. But he's rarely motivated to do so, and besides, it seems unlikely that the boy is familiar with the intricacies of HIPAA. So really, what's the harm in a little fib?

The boy gives another short, jerky nod. He seems reassured, which is good: Gellert is already too close to losing his patience to waste much more time being warm and reassuring.

"I've h-had a fever since yesterday afternoon."

Gellert suppresses an exasperated eye-roll. Honestly, it often feels like ninety percent of his his time in the clinic is wasted convincing insipid little people that their 99-degree temperature probably isn't life-threatening.

The boy seems to pick up on his ire, because he bites his lip and continues, "I kn-know it probably isn't anything, b-but I was worried I might have an in-in-infection."

The specificity is interesting: normally, when patients come to Gellert with a raised temperature, their minds jump to the flu, or some other colorful virus.

"What do you think is infected, Credence?" Gellert asks, keeping his voice light, sympathetic.

"Credence" doesn't meet Gellert's eyes as he unbuttons his shirt with shaking hands. Once it's fully undone, he sloughs it off onto the ground and turns to reveal a patchwork of deep red welts covering his back and upper arms. Some look fresh, while others are weeks - months, possibly - old.

When Gellert's breath catches in his throat, it's more out of admiration than disgust. The marks are deep, deeper than he's ever seen on an abuse victim before - whoever did this is a truly sadistic bastard, maybe even more so than Gellert himself.

After the initial shock of esteem, he does his best to inspect the lesions with a cool, dispassionate eye. Although the cuts themselves are vicious almost beyond belief, they all seem to have been cleaned scrupulously, and all but the freshest look to be on their way to healing well.

"None of these look infected to me, but we'll get them all cleaned up for you, just to be certain. First, I'd like to take your temperature again, though. Would you sit back down for me, please?"

The boy complies without comment, although Gellert notices that he holds his naked back carefully away from the cold plastic of the exam room chair.

It's only when he leans over to hand the boy a thermometer that he finally notices it - the faint, unmistakable combination of vanilla-cherry-cinnamon hovering in the air around the boy's skin.

He leans forward further under the guise of adjusting the thermometer in the boy's mouth, wondering if he's imagined it - but no, it's still there, strengthening further as Gellert's nose approaches the boy's pulse point: the unmistakable scent of a fertile Omega approaching heat.

As Credence's delicate lips purse closed around the thermometer, Gellert allows himself a brief, fleeting grin. Oh, this is going to be fun.

OOP WRONG TITLE

[(Anonymous)]

it's 4 am and author is a doof, pls forgive

Re: Fill: I Know, I Know (What I'm Doing) [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

I'm liking it more and more.

Do you think you'll post this story on AO3 too?

*sweats*

[(Anonymous)]

um, truth is i honestly have no idea?

i'm filling 2 other prompts rn, so when they're done i might post all 3 in a masterpost-type multichapter work.

but i usually like the stuff i post on ao3 to be a bit more polished, so i'd probs have to go back and edit it again, which might take a while ':\

if i do, though, i'll def link it here!

Re: *sweats*

[(Anonymous)]

This great but sadly, seemingly abandoned

Re: Fill: I Know, I Know (What I'm Doing) [2/?]

[(Anonymous)]

I hope it isn't abandoned. I still believe in you anon.