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Re: Homeless Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

OP - gen please!

Fill: Gen, Homeless Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

I think I managed to keep it Gen - also, sorry for taking so long to fill. Also, I am not sure about my proof-reading abilities, so there might be mistakes.

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'Damn, you are early again, boy', the old caretaker gives him a smile and then steps away from the now opened door.

'What can I say? I need to get that hour of study in,' Prompto returns the smile while his hand runs through the hair on the back of his neck. It's a nervous gestures he knows he shouldn't do because it's like the most obvious tell anyone could have. But the caretaker apparently doesn't care about that, simply wishes him a good day and success with his studies.

Prompto simply smiles. He hopes it doesn't look as forced as it is. Then he makes his way to his locker. It's the only place he has in which he feels able to leave his things and have them remain there until he shows up again. It takes three tries to open his combination lock. He is exhausted. Everything hurts. But first things first.

Inside his locker are his textbook, his second and clean school uniform, his laptop and his most precious possession - his camera. It's not even an expensive camera, just a small digital one with only a digital zoom and it's not even second hand. Maybe fourth or fifth. But it is his and his alone. He leaves it in his locker, put takes the uniform out of the locker and puts the recently cleaned on in.

Then he goes into the boy's bathroom to change out of his sports gear. It will need to get washed soon, especially if they do an intensive workout today in running. That means he will need take both of his school uniforms with him, which means he needs to get a plastic bag because his backpack is not big enough, but an additional back means one more thing to look after and one hand less and-

Prompto sinks down onto the toilet seat and buries his head in his hands. He feels a sob nearly breaking free, but he presses his lips together. No, he cannot give in into the tears because then he will not stop. His thoughts drift back to the fire anyway. He can still smell the smoke, still see the flames lapping up the structure and still hear the sirens and the general cacophony of noises, which accompanied the burning down of his home.

It hasn't been his fault. That's the only silver lining at the horizon. It hasn't been his fault and no one has died. He cannot even feel anger at what happened or at the boy who wanted to surprise his parents and set the house next door on fire. He is also glad the fire didn't spread to more than the three adjacent homes. No one had been killed and the kid only had a minor smoke inhalation and would be out of the hospital. That had made Prompto glad and he had relaxed.

That lasted until the insurance company phoned him and basically told him they wouldn't be able to pay immediately because there was still an investigation ongoing. And no - they would not be able to pay for a hotel room in advance, but he was more than welcome to collect the recipes from any hotel stay and they could return some percentage of it. That was the moment, Prompto realised he was in deep shit.

It has been close to a month after the fire.

It has roughly three weeks since he first slept in a shelter.

It has been nearly two and a half weeks since someone at the shelter pulled a knife at him and made him handover the food Prompto had just been given.

It has been nearly two weeks since Prompto has slept out in the streets for the first time.

It has been nearly a week since Prompto has been nearly mugged again, this time while trying to sleep in the entrance to a house.

It has been three days ago since someone threw a stone at him as he tried to find a place to settle down for the night.

But he will manage to get through this. He needs to. And at the moment nobody has noticed. He manages to hide the fact that he is homeless by washing one of his uniforms daily. It isn't expensive, especially since the owner of the laundromat lets him stick around and help her with the cleaning service she runs from next door. That job also gives him the odd leftovers, which is nice because he cannot keep feeding himself on the cafeteria stuff in high school and Ignis cooking. It also takes four to five hours away from the time he spends on the streets. If he can manage he drops by Noctis, who lets him use the washing machine, gives him a good place to do his homework and even lets him shower so he doesn't need to that after track running practice in the overcrowded washing room of the school.

But maybe nobody noticing is down to luck. Surely Noctis hasn't complained when he stopped by more often than usual, but Ignis has given a few more calculating looks, but otherwise remained silent. Maybe the advisor suspects something is up, but cannot prove anything.

The first bell rings. Prompto flinches. He hasn't realised how long he spend on the toilet. With a sigh, he packs his stuff. Hopefully running is going to be an easy work out. He really doesn't want to carry around another bag. Stopping by his locker, he puts his backpack away and takes out his pencils, math book and notepad for class.

Noctis is already sitting in class, at the very back and looks like he is about to fall asleep. Prompto runs up to him, gives him a pat on the shoulder and then sinks down next to him. 'Hey, sleepy prince, how is it going?'

'Morning, I'm so tired.'

'Ignis got you working late?'

'Not really - but dad's council meeting took so long and I wanted to talk to him. So, I was up late.'

'Something important you two needed to talk about?'

Noctis pauses, then says: 'Actually I simply wanted to talk to him. My apartment, university and such.'

He yawns. 'Six, I'm really looking forward to the Saturday. Sleeping in sounds great. What about you?'

'Hm, me?'

'Yeah, what do you plan on doing the weekend?'

Prompto pauses. He wants to say, he is going to play video games, sleep in, have a lazy Sunday. He wants to stay, he is going to spend most of the weekend in the park, at the laundromat, standing in line at the shelter. But he cannot. He should be grateful enough he is friends with Noctis. So instead of saying anything, he shrugs.

'Want to come over?'

'If you want to have me,' Prompto replies.

'Course - you could even spend the weekend at my place. We could play video games. Ignis said I won't have to read anything until Sunday, but I need to learn for school. Also, we still have that history assignment we need to do.'

'Yeah, I totally forgot about that.'

'We could probably ask Ignis.'

Prompto opens his mouth, but the bell rings the same moment the door to the classroom slams shut and then the lesson begins. Noctis has fallen asleep in ten minutes, so Prompto takes notes for the both of them. He makes them easy to follow.

The day passes slowly. In the lesson before lunch, Noctis even manages to stay up, but that is probably because there are not sitting at the back of the class, but otherwise school is dragging on. At lunch Prompto realises he has left what little money he has at the moment at the locker and tracks back.

Noctis calls after him, but Prompto doesn't pay any attention. He has his own money, he can pay for lunch, even if Noctis offers. Besides, if he uses Noctis' money, how long will it take until the prince is fed up with it? He remembers all too well Noctis' dismissive nature of people, who are only interested him being the prince and the money that comes along with it.

He takes a bit of money out. It should cover a salad although he prefers something which fills him for a longer period of time. Running back towards the cafeteria, he doesn't watch where he is going, takes a corner too fast and clips another guy.

'Sorry,' he throws over his shoulder, but a hand on his shoulder holds him back.

'Hey!'

Prompto whirls around.

Somehow the two guys look familiar. They are both on one of the sports teams, but he has seen them more recently. One of them is tall, but well-muscled, while the other is shorter and built more compact.

'You look familiar,' Tall says. He is holding onto Prompto's shoulder.

'You that boy, aren't you?' Shorty frowns. He pushes off from the wall. 'You tried to settle in that entrance and someone threw a stone at you.' Here he nudges Tall, who grins.

Prompto feels heat rush into his cheeks. 'I am not homeless!' He tries to break away from Tall, but the other one holds onto him.

'I didn't get him, didn't I?' Tall says, turning to Shorty.

Shorty laughs. 'Now you have the chance.'

'Yeah, I don't think so.'

Prompto's eyes go wide as he hears Noctis' drawl - just as do Tall and Shorty. The two turn around.

'Crownprince?' Tall stammers while Shorty remains.

'Yes, I think you better leave. Or I bother finding out your names and ensure you are gone from this school.' Noctis eyes flash and Prompto isn't entirely sure it isn't magic. It is more than enough for Tall and Shorty starting to scramble. They leave Prompto behind. His face is burning, most of it in anger, some of it however feels closer to shame.

He turns to Noctis and tries his best smile, while rubbing the back of his neck. 'You don't believe what they say, do you?'

Noctis pauses. He opens his mouth, then says: 'Well, I've been wondering about it for a while. Why didn't you tell me about the fire?'

Prompto opens his mouth, his heart is beating in his chest and his mouth goes dry. His knees are shaky, his pulse is pounding in his ears. Noct shouldn't have found about that. Now he is going to lose his best friend as well. Noctis will not want to have him around him any longer - just someone, who lives off him. They will not play video games any longer, will not spend afternoons at the arcade, will no longer learn together, laugh together-

'Hey, hey, breathe, Prompto, I'm here, we will figure this out.' Noct's voice penetrates through the frog around Prompto's brain. He does, inhaling shakily. He doesn't feel very well.

'Just breathe, in and out,' Noct's breathing is exaggerated, but focusing on it helps. A breath in, a breath out. Another inhale, another exhale. He finds himself sitting on the floor, head between his legs, Noctis' arm around his shoulders.

After a few more breaths, Prompto feels well enough to look up and well- he doesn't manage to look Noctis in the eyes, but the collar is a start. He opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out of his mouth.

'Yes, he is looking better. Can you pick us up?'

Prompto frowns. He glances up. Noctis is on his phone, voice calm, but worried. He smiles at Prompto, who looks down again. Noct knows, he-

'Hey, you did breathing well until now. Don't stop.'

Prompto nods. Then looks down again. His hands are shaking. He bites his lips. His vision blurs.

'Hey, it's going to be fine. We will deal with this.'

'No, I'm already dealing with this,' Prompto bursts out. 'I can do this. I simply need the money from the insurance company and then I am fine.'

'But what are you doing until then?'

'I've been going along fine.'

'Does fine mean getting stones thrown at you?'

'Well, it was once and I am sure it won't happen again.' Prompto bites his lips again, he looks down and plays with his wristband.

'Well, let's get to your locker, get your things and then come to my apartment.'

'What? I cannot do that!' Prompto's is shocked enough he looks up. He meets Noct's blue eyes. They are determined.

'Why not?'

'Because I would be taking advantage of you? Duh,' Prompto replies.

'Prompto - I'm offering, you won't be taking advantage of me. I don't think you are capable of taking advantage of anyone. You are the most selfless person I know. Now, come on. Let's get you to my place.'

'But-'

'Hey,' Noct smiles. 'Don't make me call my dad and make the king order you.' He stands up, grabbing Prompto's hands and pulling him up. Prompto sways on his feet, but Noctis' grip doesn't waver. He shifts his grip so he is holding onto Prompto's elbow before pulling him along towards the locker.

Prompto doesn't protest. He is exhausted - be that from sleeping rough, his panicking or from protesting. Which he apparently is not allowed to that as he opens his mouth and is hushed by Noctis: 'Just get your things.'

Prompto nods. He opens his locker and gathers his things and puts them in his backpack. He is about to put it on his back, when Noctis takes it from him and shoulders it. 'The bags aren't as heavy, are they?'

Prompto shakes his head. 'I can-'

Noctis smiles at him, hand on his shoulder: 'But you don't have to.'

Prompto is lead out of the school by Noctis. In front of the school, waits Ignis leaning against the car. He pushes off it to open the boot where Noctis puts his backpack.

The drive itself is mostly a blur to Prompto. He is tired and quite sure he dropped off at some point because he hears Noctis and Ignis talking. It's quiet, but he cannot make out any words. Noct's car is nice. It's warmed by the sun with soft leather seats. Furthermore it is safe. Ignis is driving it and Noct's is there with him.

At some point, Noctis shakes him gently. 'Hey, let's get you into a proper bed.'

Prompto yawns. He manages to get out of the car though he has the impression his legs are made out of rubber. Noctis is again close to him, Prompto's backpack slung over his shoulder. Ignis has already called the lift. He is also carrying another of Prompto's bags.

By the six, he is exhausted - absolutely drained. The ride seems shorter than usual. Most likely his brain is working more sluggish than usual.

The doors of the lift open. Ignis walks ahead while Noctis stays close to Prompto. He is hustled into the apartment and though it takes time to take off his shoes he manages. Ignis meanwhile has moved into the kitchen while Noctis also has disappeared. Where to the blonde isn't sure, but then Noct appears from the guest bedroom.

'I put your things down in here. You can stay here as long as you need. I don't mind.'

'I can pay you rent though.'

'It's okay - it's what friends are for,' Noctis is again guiding him. This time towards the guest bedroom. While he is pulled along by the prince, Noctis tells him: 'Ignis is making lunch. He also noticed you look thinner. Until then you can take a nap - the bags underneath your eyes have bags.'

'I don't have a pair of pyjamas.'

'Look, just take a nap - I look through my things. I'm sure there is something you can wear. Now, sleep.' Noctis pushes him onto the bed and Prompto goes willingly. He curls into a ball. He doesn't even bother with crawling beneath the sheets. It's soft and so different from the hard floors. A blanket is dropped over him and he mutters a soft 'Thank you.'

'Don't worry, Prompto. Sleep tight.'

Re: Fill: Gen, Homeless Prompto

[(Anonymous)]

nice job