"Books! The best weapons in the world!"

O-Oh.

"…Let’s say eggnog was involved."

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Arthur loved learning, but he hated school.

Taunts, insults, bullying. That was the norm every day for him once he'd begun to show his sexuality in his later years of schooling, and no matter the amount of confidence he had against the masses it was still soul-crushing to be shoved around, beaten up, taken advantage of nearly every day.

His mother never knew, though. That was how he'd gotten so good with makeup; he used it to cover the bruises and other surface wounds he got, and mum was never the wiser. She was already going through so much, Arthur didn't want her to have to deal with anything else. And he certainly couldn't show it in front of his brothers - all hell would break loose.

It was hard to remember exactly when he'd figured out what his father did-- scratch that-- was still doing, but it was very early on.

Arthur's father was almost never at home. He was always off on some "business trip" or another similar excuse, but it's not like he cared anyway. Even if he had been at home, Arthur would've still grown up despising him. He was a liar, a cheater, the literal scum of the earth.

Arthur hated him. Hated him with every fibre of his being, severed any contact with him, couldn't stand the sight nor even the memory of him. Never once had he apologized for what he'd done, or if he had, Arthur hadn't heard it or had chosen not to hear it. His father didn't deserve forgiveness and redemption. 

He was still young when it'd first happened.

His innocence was stolen when he was still considered a child by most of the world, only a few years away from being legally considered and adult but still much to young to have had such an experience.

He wasn't even sure how he'd been able to get into that damn night club, anyway; his "I.D." was way too obviously fake. Maybe the bouncer just didn't care.

Arthur wished he had.

The man's breath reeked of alcohol whenever he would kiss him, and his body hurt like hell all over, but he was too drunk himself to really care. Who was this man, anyway? Arthur didn't know him. He was only a stranger who wanted his body and nothing more, and Arthur willingly gave it up to him without a fight. How could he, in this state? It's not like he was particularly strong in the first place, and this man was much larger than him by a healthy amount. He would be overpowered in an instant.

It seemed like it took forever, but at the same time, it didn't last long enough. That one incident was all it took for something to spark inside of him - a burning need to be taken and used, never satisfied and always wanting more of something - but more of what?