ffxv_kinkmeme | Prompt Post

Welcome to Round Two of the FFXV Kink Meme!

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*abuse survivor pokes head in to throw a fill out there and flee back to the hills*

Loud, Prompto knows, is a relative term. Loud is walking too heavily through the living room when Dad's had a hard day and Mom just wants to do the dishes in goddamn peace, Prompto. Loud is sitting tense and quivery in front of the silent television, trying to piece together the plot of a cartoon at 5am before his parents have to be up for work. Loud is setting his bowl down too quickly at breakfast. Loud is asking questions.

Sometimes, loud is just existing.

He learns to take up as little space as possible, when his parents are home. He stays out late after school with Noctis, hits up the arcade, wanders the street with his camera for a few hours. He doesn't go through the front door when he does make it back--His mom has a habit of locking the deadbolt ("It's a terrible neighborhood, and you should know better than to be out late," she tells him once, on a good day when he can ask). So he unhitches his bedroom window with a screwdriver he keeps in his backpack, and when he sneaks into the living room for a drink, his parents pretend he isn't there.

Most of the time, anyways.

"Damn," Noctis says, brushing his fingers over a yellowing bruise on Prompto's cheek. "What happened to you?"

"Snuck out of my window the other night," Prompto says. "Wanted to go to the twenty-four hour pie place, remember? But I, uh, I fell, so..."

Ignis, at Noctis' right, tuts. "Really, Prompto. Did your parents catch you?"

"Oh, yeah, they weren't too happy." Prompto laughs. "They'd ground me, but they're going out on another business trip this week."

Noct grins. "Lucky you."

"Don't I know it," Prompto says, and his voice sounds too high. Ignis gives him a curious look, and Prompto can feel his heart racing, his mouth going dry. They can't know, he thinks. I don't have anywhere else to go. He grabs Noct's arm and demands they find Gladio and drag him to the diner for drinks, and between Noct arguing with Gladio on the phone and Ignis sighing over the nutritional value of Crow's Nest fries, the moment is forgotten.

His Dad is in a mood again, and Prompto doesn't know what to do to appease him. He usually does. He's good at making other people feel better. Gladio, Ignis, and Noctis are so easy to cheer up, so easy to please. Why can't he do the same for his parents? Maybe it's because they know him better, even if they're barely around anymore. Maybe in a few years, his friends will start to grow tired of him, too, start to shuck him off, find him too much trouble to deal with. Like all the well-meaning teachers who just sighed and stared and told Prompto "We're here to talk," but never seemed available when he really needed to, when he wanted to beg for it but couldn't find the words. Like his parents' friends who called him "polite" and "so quiet" but did nothing but smile sadly and walk away, every fucking time.

Sometimes, on bad days, when his parents are home and everything he does leads to a hard sideways look and a twist of the mouth, he holes away in his bedroom and puts his headphones in and thinks about setting his house on fire. He knows this is probably part of why his parents can't stand him anymore--They can sense it, sense the anger and hurt and pure, unending frustration, the helplessness that tugs at his fingers, the way he can't find the right words in the right language for how he feels.

His headphones are plugged in tight now, and he's drowning in an uplifting mess of chords and a quavering voice crying out lyrics that don't match the cheerful bounce of the guitar. And then his dad is there, how long has his dad been there, how long has he been shouting for Prompto's attention, Gods, gods, not my phone, Prompto thinks, Not my phone, not my camera. The phone cracks against the wall and Prompto's headphones pop free of his ears painfully. There's a crack in the glass and he can only hope that it's not enough to break it for good.

He apologizes. He doesn't know what he's sorry for, but he is, and he's mad, and his dad backs him into the living room, ranting about those no good friends of his showing up at the door saying he promised to go to some goddamned arcade when Prompto should be studying for his exams, is he just going to throw away everything they've sacrificed for him...

And Prompto can hear his mother speaking in the background in the same way he can hear the thrum of the fridge or the roar of the AC, all noise and static and a hissing in his ears and he bites down the heat in his chest and the wrong words go tumbling out of his mouth in a dreadful chorus; What sacrifice, Dad? I've been paying the bills for the past year! I don't ask you for anything! What are you sacrificing?

There's a silence of many hearts beating, many tongues stilled, and when his dad hits him this time, it's hard enough to send Prompto reeling into the wall and he can feel a sharp pain on his temple and he isn't sorry this time but damn if he's going to have to pretend to be--

"Julius, no!"

Prompto turns to his mother, blinking the confusion from his eyes. She's never stopped him before. Why would she...?

There. In the doorway, Gladio and Noctis, ashen faces behind the shoulder of his mother, who is trying desperately to shut the door despite Gladio's arm shoving it open. Ignis on his phone. No. No, not this. Not now. Prompto's only sixteen. He can't go into the foster system, can't move to a new place. Not when he's finally found a school he likes, with a fast track to a vocational college for engineering. Not when he's so close to freeing himself.

"It's not what you think," he says. "I hit him first."

His parents are quiet as the grave.

"The hell you did," Noctis says, and his mother retreats before them. Prompto meets them halfway, and grabs Gladio's arms as though that'll stop him from beating the tar out of his dad in any way, and begs Ignis with his eyes to please, please just let them leave.

"Come on, Prompto," Noctis says, and there are too many hands on him now, pulling him out of the warmth of his parents' home, his home. "Let's get you out of here."

-Not OP-

Oh so sad, but thank you for sharing your wonderful writing.

Op here! This was a fast fill, wow! Thank you for filling this. Your writing style is very nice!

And I saw the little asterisk before your story, and thank you for sharing this. I know we don't know each other, but I wanna say you're very brave and I feel proud of you for surviving whatever it was you did. So thank you for filling this. I really appreciate it.

This is heartbreaking and so, so well-written. Thank you for writing and sharing this. Is there any chance that you'll keep going with it?

I'm sorry you went through something like this, anon. You're very brave to share it.

And the story was wonderful. Realistic and heartbreaking.

Oh man, this was excellent. And so realistic (obviously. I just mean, I see myself in there too).

Prompt Post

FILL: Up The Wolves Re: Gen Chocobros, Meeting Prompto's Parents

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