It started out small: snide looks and whispered comments. Prompto paid them no mind, having perfected the art of selective listening from his overweight days, but it did leave him weary. Having his name being thrown out and not knowing why.
He found out two days later, overhearing two girls from his class were complaining that the Prince would rather spend time with a nobody instead of peers from his social group.
Prompto clenched his fist and pushed their words away. He knew better than anyone at their school, how incredulous it was that Noctis -- that the Prince of Lucis -- was his friend for months and he didn't need their negativity on top of his own.
Taking a deep breath, he walked away and pasted a smile on his face. He's dealt with hurtful comments before and surely their classmates will find something else to talk about soon, right?
He was wrong.
The snide looks turned into sneers and the whispered comments transformed to criticism.
Only out of Noctis reach, of course. And, honestly, Prompto was glad that their classmates at least had that much decorum to keep it from it from Noctis' ears because his friend would have felt obligated to step in. Noct is already too busy dealing whit his royal obligations; he doesn't need to fight Prompto's battles for him.
Prompto could handle this.
At least he thought so. Coming home with bruises and broken school supplies totally counted as handling things, yeah?
---
Prompto was smart, that was why he got a full scholarship to attend the same schools as the Crown Prince. So, after the first instance with that group who disliked him very much, he learned to stay in populated areas, keep his stuff either on his person or secured in his locker and to take a different route to and from school each day.
Which, besides looking into reflective objects once in a while to make sure no one was following him, wasn't so bad in the grand scheme of things, since it gave him more chances to see Crown City from new, interesting perspectives and he had a ton of new photos to look at.
So it's not all that bad.
And the times where Noct had to go do his princely duties were few and far between, since the King wanted his son to enjoy his high school years as much as possible.
[from Noct] council wants input for my birthday party which is next YEAR [from Noct] your're my puls 1 [from Noct] sorry won't be at school tomorrow
The excitement Prompto felt at being invited to the his friends party drained when the last text meaning sunk in. For a while, he stared at his phone and wondered if he could stay home tomorrow as well. He couldn't, he realized with a sigh. Due to his scholarship, he had a set amount of days he could miss and, despite as much as he wanted to, he needed to save his days.
Plastering on a fake smile, even though no one was around to see it, he replied before setting his phone down and grabbing handful of hair with both hands.
I can do this, he thought. As long as I keep to the rules.
Prompto nodded his head.
He got this.
He could do this.
---
Prompto wasn't sure how it had happened, but somehow he ended up with Turluk Guado, one of his tormentors since middle school, alone. There was a reason why he didn't travel alone and stuck to populated areas when Noctis was away because the pack always grew stronger in numbers.
But Turluk was different, in the fact that he grew braver not from being cheered on by a crowd, but being alone where he could harass Prompto without recourse.
Cursing himself out, Prompto took a step back, matching Turluk's step forward and bit his lip when he felt his back hit the wall.
"Why so quiet, Plumpto?"
Prompto grimaced, he hated that nickname which haunted his younger years.
"Whenever I see you and the Prince, you're always so talkative." Turluk reached his hand out to lean against the wall by Prompto's head and leered down at him.
Prompto found the floor more interesting than staring at his bigger, taller classmate. Out of all his bullies, Turluk was the worst because he touched more than necessary and the looks he sent, whenever they had the misfortune to lock eyes, promised things that Prompto didn't want to be the recipient of.
A gasp drew their attention from one another to one of their classmates looking at them with her eyes wide and a flush on her cheeks.
They locked eyes and Prompto tried to convey how he needed help.
"I-I'm sorry!" She stammered and turned away, almost tripping and running to leave the room.
Prompto felt his stomach clenched, based on their positions, she probably thought she was interrupting a lovers tryst.
Turluk snorted, and shook his head before turning his attention back to Prompto. "Now, where were we?"
Prompto forced out a chuckle and tried to joke. "Going back to class?" He jumped when he felt Turluk other hand on the back of his waist, under his school jacket.
Turluk ignored him and tugged Prompto's shirt free from his pants.
Prompto reflexively jerked his hips forward to get away from the hand and then he pulled back sharply. His hips had bumped into Turluk's and Turluk felt... hard.
Forcing himself, Prompto looked up into Turluk's flushed face and trembled when he felt a warm hand wandering on his back.
This wasn't good. At all.
---
Prompto wasn't sure what happened, the last thing he recalled was looking at Turluk smirk and the next he was staring at his front door with his bookbag slung over his shoulder.
He knew it wasn't time for school to be over, but he didn't care. Dazedly, he pulled out his keys, unlocked the door, walked in and slammed the door behind him. These were the times were he was grateful how absent his parents were in his life.
He made his way to his room before dropping his bookbag on the floor and raised his arms up for a stretch, before dropping them abruptly with a hiss. His back felt like it was on fire.
Biting his lip, Prompto moved his hand to fell at his back. He felt multiple lines of raised, warmed skin and knew they were scratches. But how-
He couldn't scream because his mouth was being muffled by another as he was hoisted up by strong arms against the rough wall at his back.
Prompto buried his head in the palm of his hands. That's right, Turluk had always looked at him, but he never thought anything would come out of it. Until today.
Warm puffs of air on his neck before he felt a wet mouth and teeth nip harshly.
Sitting on his bed after moving his hand to cover where Turluk mouth had been, Prompto curled on his himself and felt all the over bruises and scraps that he'd been ignoring come back into sharp focus.
There were hands on his tighs as they were moved to wrap around Turluk's hips.
A hand grasping his chin and forcing his head to meet up for a kiss.
Having his struggling arms pinned above his head so hard that he's sure Turluk left marks.
Having his hair pulled roughly to one side for his neck to be bared.
Prompto pinched himself to pull himself out of the memories and groaned. That pinch hurt more than it should. He looked at his arm and realized dimly that Turluk did leave a mark.
Sniffling, he got up and took off his clothes. He could still feel the phantom touches of Turluk and while he did want a shower, he didn't feel like it.
Getting under his covers, he curled up in a ball and cried. He had one more day of school before the weekend, and Noct was suppose to attend. But, for once, he didn't care.
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Fill 1/2: Noctis/Prompto (or gen) Harassment/Bullying
Date: 2017-03-21 01:55 pm (UTC)~~~~~~~
It started out small: snide looks and whispered comments. Prompto paid them no mind, having perfected the art of selective listening from his overweight days, but it did leave him weary. Having his name being thrown out and not knowing why.
He found out two days later, overhearing two girls from his class were complaining that the Prince would rather spend time with a nobody instead of peers from his social group.
Prompto clenched his fist and pushed their words away. He knew better than anyone at their school, how incredulous it was that Noctis -- that the Prince of Lucis -- was his friend for months and he didn't need their negativity on top of his own.
Taking a deep breath, he walked away and pasted a smile on his face. He's dealt with hurtful comments before and surely their classmates will find something else to talk about soon, right?
He was wrong.
The snide looks turned into sneers and the whispered comments transformed to criticism.
Only out of Noctis reach, of course. And, honestly, Prompto was glad that their classmates at least had that much decorum to keep it from it from Noctis' ears because his friend would have felt obligated to step in. Noct is already too busy dealing whit his royal obligations; he doesn't need to fight Prompto's battles for him.
Prompto could handle this.
At least he thought so. Coming home with bruises and broken school supplies totally counted as handling things, yeah?
---
Prompto was smart, that was why he got a full scholarship to attend the same schools as the Crown Prince. So, after the first instance with that group who disliked him very much, he learned to stay in populated areas, keep his stuff either on his person or secured in his locker and to take a different route to and from school each day.
Which, besides looking into reflective objects once in a while to make sure no one was following him, wasn't so bad in the grand scheme of things, since it gave him more chances to see Crown City from new, interesting perspectives and he had a ton of new photos to look at.
So it's not all that bad.
And the times where Noct had to go do his princely duties were few and far between, since the King wanted his son to enjoy his high school years as much as possible.
[from Noct] council wants input for my birthday party which is next YEAR
[from Noct] your're my puls 1
[from Noct] sorry won't be at school tomorrow
The excitement Prompto felt at being invited to the his friends party drained when the last text meaning sunk in. For a while, he stared at his phone and wondered if he could stay home tomorrow as well. He couldn't, he realized with a sigh. Due to his scholarship, he had a set amount of days he could miss and, despite as much as he wanted to, he needed to save his days.
Plastering on a fake smile, even though no one was around to see it, he replied before setting his phone down and grabbing handful of hair with both hands.
I can do this, he thought. As long as I keep to the rules.
Prompto nodded his head.
He got this.
He could do this.
---
Prompto wasn't sure how it had happened, but somehow he ended up with Turluk Guado, one of his tormentors since middle school, alone.
There was a reason why he didn't travel alone and stuck to populated areas when Noctis was away because the pack always grew stronger in numbers.
But Turluk was different, in the fact that he grew braver not from being cheered on by a crowd, but being alone where he could harass Prompto without recourse.
Cursing himself out, Prompto took a step back, matching Turluk's step forward and bit his lip when he felt his back hit the wall.
"Why so quiet, Plumpto?"
Prompto grimaced, he hated that nickname which haunted his younger years.
"Whenever I see you and the Prince, you're always so talkative." Turluk reached his hand out to lean against the wall by Prompto's head and leered down at him.
Prompto found the floor more interesting than staring at his bigger, taller classmate. Out of all his bullies, Turluk was the worst because he touched more than necessary and the looks he sent, whenever they had the misfortune to lock eyes, promised things that Prompto didn't want to be the recipient of.
A gasp drew their attention from one another to one of their classmates looking at them with her eyes wide and a flush on her cheeks.
They locked eyes and Prompto tried to convey how he needed help.
"I-I'm sorry!" She stammered and turned away, almost tripping and running to leave the room.
Prompto felt his stomach clenched, based on their positions, she probably thought she was interrupting a lovers tryst.
Turluk snorted, and shook his head before turning his attention back to Prompto. "Now, where were we?"
Prompto forced out a chuckle and tried to joke. "Going back to class?" He jumped when he felt Turluk other hand on the back of his waist, under his school jacket.
Turluk ignored him and tugged Prompto's shirt free from his pants.
Prompto reflexively jerked his hips forward to get away from the hand and then he pulled back sharply. His hips had bumped into Turluk's and Turluk felt... hard.
Forcing himself, Prompto looked up into Turluk's flushed face and trembled when he felt a warm hand wandering on his back.
This wasn't good. At all.
---
Prompto wasn't sure what happened, the last thing he recalled was looking at Turluk smirk and the next he was staring at his front door with his bookbag slung over his shoulder.
He knew it wasn't time for school to be over, but he didn't care. Dazedly, he pulled out his keys, unlocked the door, walked in and slammed the door behind him. These were the times were he was grateful how absent his parents were in his life.
He made his way to his room before dropping his bookbag on the floor and raised his arms up for a stretch, before dropping them abruptly with a hiss. His back felt like it was on fire.
Biting his lip, Prompto moved his hand to fell at his back. He felt multiple lines of raised, warmed skin and knew they were scratches. But how-
He couldn't scream because his mouth was being muffled by another as he was hoisted up by strong arms against the rough wall at his back.
Prompto buried his head in the palm of his hands. That's right, Turluk had always looked at him, but he never thought anything would come out of it. Until today.
Warm puffs of air on his neck before he felt a wet mouth and teeth nip harshly.
Sitting on his bed after moving his hand to cover where Turluk mouth had been, Prompto curled on his himself and felt all the over bruises and scraps that he'd been ignoring come back into sharp focus.
There were hands on his tighs as they were moved to wrap around Turluk's hips.
A hand grasping his chin and forcing his head to meet up for a kiss.
Having his struggling arms pinned above his head so hard that he's sure Turluk left marks.
Having his hair pulled roughly to one side for his neck to be bared.
Prompto pinched himself to pull himself out of the memories and groaned. That pinch hurt more than it should. He looked at his arm and realized dimly that Turluk did leave a mark.
Sniffling, he got up and took off his clothes. He could still feel the phantom touches of Turluk and while he did want a shower, he didn't feel like it.
Getting under his covers, he curled up in a ball and cried. He had one more day of school before the weekend, and Noct was suppose to attend. But, for once, he didn't care.