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Fill 1/2: Noctis/Prompto (or gen) Harassment/Bullying

[(Anonymous)]

hey, sorry for the lateness
~~~~~~~

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.

Re: Fill 1/2: Noctis/Prompto (or gen) Harassment/Bullying

[(Anonymous)]

not OP

i love this omg yes é.è

Re: Fill 1/2: Noctis/Prompto (or gen) Harassment/Bullying

[(Anonymous)]

OP Here! Leaning on the edge of my seat here author anon! Really feeling for Prompto, cannot wait for your next chapter :)

Re: Fill 2/2: Noctis/Prompto (or gen) Harassment/Bullying

[(Anonymous)]

Prompto wasn't at school. Which was worrying enough since he practically lived at home by himself and also because with his scholarship with the school meant his attendance, along with his grades, were being scrutinized carefully by the school staff.

Noctis ignored his bouncing leg and his professor lecture, trying to soothe the desire to call or text Prompto to make sure he's alright, but he couldn't. Slipping his phone into his hand discreetly confirmed what he already knew. The school did something in order to scramble the signal so students couldn't use their phones in classrooms.

It sucked that even his phone was effected by it. As crown prince, that's just ridiculous. What if something important was going on at the Citadel? Perhaps he needed to text Ignis that Prom was coming over to his apartment, so could he make more food?

Or make sure Prompto's okay?

He groaned silently and looked up at the clock on the wall. Only several minutes had passed since the last time he had checked. Clenching his teeth, Noctis put his phone away and tried to pay attention to whatever the teacher was talking about.

Since he was stuck in the classroom until Lunch, where he could go outside and actually have phone service, he should take notes for himself and Prompto.

And if Prompto hadn't responded to his text, he could tell Specs to stop by Prompto's place, so he could drop off the notes.

---

Noctis walked outside into the courtyard and away from the prying eyes of the staff to a secluded location that he and Prompto usually sat at to eat and pulled out his phone. He bit his lip in displeasure because, while he managed to pay attention and write down notes from class, Prompto had still not responded to his earlier text.

[to Prom]: youre missing a good lunch
[to Prom]: specs made those dessert thingys that you like

He put down his phone and knew if anything got Prompto to text back, it was about games, photo ops or food. Especially food made by Ignis. Noctis smirked, recalling a time where he had sent Prompto a picture of something Ignis had left for him at his apartment and having Prompto text that he was on his way and there had better still be food left for him.

Noctis sighed, then frowned. His sigh was too loud in the quiet. It was in these moments, where the absence of Prompto's presence was starkly made. He was so used to being alone and the quiet, that he never noticed until his best friend had come into his life and brought in sound with a pretty laugh.

Eating his lunch, alone, just brought into stark contrast how much better his life had become since Prompto had introduced himself and they've become best friends.

Pulling himself from his melancholy thoughts, he focused on his lunch, barely tasting the food he chewed. Lunch was almost over, so he pulled out his phone and felt what little hope he had dwindled when his notification screen was empty.

Shaking his head, he packed up his lunch and sent a few more texts before heading back inside school to his classroom.

[to Prom]: are you ok?
[to Prom]: if you don't reply by the time school is out im coming over
[to Prom]: ill even break down the door if you dont answer

---

Noctis wanted to jump out of his seat and warp to get outside sooner because it would bring him one step closer to seeing if Prompto replied to his texts. But he didn't; he didn't need the student body panicking over weapons suddenly materializing in his hands and then him disappearing and reappearing.

Not to mention, the lecture he would be sure to get would be taking up his time from more important things.

Instead, he calmly stood up, gathered his things and prepared to speed walk to where Ignis would, no doubt, be waiting.

"P-Prince Noctis?"

He paused at the soft words and doubted for a moment if he had actually heard them. Looking over his shoulder, he met the eyes of one of his classmates - Chere, he recalled dimly because even though he barely socialized with anyone besides Prompto at school, it was important to know everyone around him - shifting on her feet nervously.

He smiled. It kinda reminded him of Prompto. Then clenched his fist at that thought, talking to her would delay him, but he already made eye contact with her. Not to mention, a voice in his head - that sounded strangely like Prompto - was encouraging him to talk to their classmates.

Sighing, he unclenched his fist and turned around to properly face her. Giving a smile that hopefully wasn't too strained. "Hi, Chere."

Chere eyes widen, as if not expecting the Prince to know her name. "Um, Prompto wasn't here today. I-Is he okay?"

As casually as he could, he shrugged his should. "I don't know. He hasn't replied to my texts. I was actually on my way to check on him." Although, Prompto would be happy that a female classmate had inquired about his wellbeing, he thought sourly and hastily pushed that thought out of his mind.

Chere glanced down and wrung her hands together. "Could... could you tell him I'm sorry?"

Noctis frowned, what would have happened to make her sorry? From what he could recall about her, she was nice, a scholarship student and got good grades. "Why?"

She wrung her hands tighter. "I didn't get him help yesterday? I thought they would've returned to class after..."

Noctis strained his ears to hear her and he paused to make sure he heard right, before he narrowed his eyes and focused his attention fully on her. "Explain." It wasn't a question, and he could see how his voice made her shrink, but he didn't feel sorry.

---

He wasn't sure when he left school, but the next thing he knew, he was standing outside of Prompto's house. Testing the door knob, he was surprised that it turned all the way and his worry increased. Prompto was security conscious; he would never leave or enter his house without locking the door.

Pushing his way inside, he stalked his way through the quiet house, hoping that Prompto had managed to find his way back home and he wasn't hiding out somewhere in Insomnia. Opening the door to Prompto room, he looked around and saw clothing littered on the floor. On second inspection, it was their school uniform. Good. Prompto made it back okay.

Noctis stepped over the clothes to the bundled up form under the covers. His sigh of relief stopped when he saw the hand shaped bruise mark on Prompto's arm.

"I walked in on T-Turluk pressing Prompto against the wall. Him, his friends and.... a few of our classmates have been harassing him when you're not around."

He hissed and restrained himself from yelling. Someone as bright and cheery as his friend didn't deserve to get harassed because of their classmates insecurity.

"Noct?"

For a second, he thought his hissing woke Prompto up until he realized that the voice that spoke was too cultured. Ignis.

He slammed the door to the car and ignored the reproaching look Ignis was giving him through the rear view mirror. "Take me to Prompto's. And give me everything you got on Turluk Guado."

Ignis nodded before turning the car into traffic. "Any reason why."

"Proms being harassed."

Despite how hard it was, he turned and followed Ignis out to the hallway and closed the door behind him to hopefully not disturb Prompto rest. "What did you find?"

"Turluk Guado is from a noble line. One that has fallen out of favor."

He grinned, that was good news.

"I have taken the liberty of informing Gladio, who has just informed me that he was about to engage our target."

Noct frowned and open his mouth to protest.

Ignis raised his hand. "While I'm sure you would want nothing else but to join him, we have another priority that takes precedence." He gestured his hand towards the door.

Noctis frowned, but nodded. Gladio would give Turluk a sound beating along with some threats to stay away from Prompto. And, he recalled the bruise on Prompto arm, they need to learn the extent of injuries and help Prom recover. "You're right. Prom's got a nasty bruise on his arm and who knows what else; we're taking him to the apartment."

"I'm sure we can get your Majesty to agree for Gladio and I to shadow you for a while, since a classmate of yours getting horrendously beaten up is a grave sense of concern."

Looking at Ignis and seeing how the light reflected off his glasses ominously, Noctis nodded. When those two were done 'shadowing' him, no one would dare harass Prompto again.