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Sicktember Day 16: Toxin/Poison

Thank you to Anonymous for the suggestion for this prompt!

I apologize several times already, but I am once again apologizing for my lack of experience/knowledge in writing the action genre. 😭

I hope you still enjoy!

Rating: T

Media: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Noctis, Prompto, Ignis, and Gladiolus

Summary: After being ambushed by a strange group of creatures, one of them inflicts Noctis with a dangerous toxin, causing him to turn on his own companions.

[kaciart]

Day 12 It's going down (I'm yelling timber): Building collapse / Trapped under rubble / “I can't move my legs.”

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I'm just gonna leave this here like a magpie and skidaddle.

Enjoy some Hurt Noct fancomic I spent about a mouth on lol. I'm really happy with the way it turned out though and if you really love some Whump Noctis and you read Fanfics I highly recommend checking out kalterna on Ao3.

READ THE FANFICTION HERE

♥️✨

For context, allow me to show you the summary for this - While fighting in a gruelling battle, Noctis falls into stasis but is forced to push his limits and warp in order to save Prompto's life. The Crystal is not happy with him, and wants him to suffer. And suffer he will.

This is one of the first Fanfics I read of Kalterna and my gosh. I GUSH!!! It's so awesome! I wanted to make this as a sort of tribute! I really donno where I would be without amazing fanfic writers out there who are literally saving lives. I'm so grateful!

THANK YOUUU!!!

[skittlewrites]

Prompto Fic

So, the amazing @kaciart let me write a fic for one of her wonderful pieces of art because it literally lived in my head for several days and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I just want to give them a huge thank you for letting me do this, and for producing such addicting art of Prompto.

The art itself is linked in the end notes of the fic, and below in this post as well. I hope y'all enjoy!

[promscamera]

This gif of Ignis hits all the whumpy feels

[weregreatatcrime]

"Next time maybe don't wear all black in the desert."

....so I may be writing smth, and I got tired of writing for the day and ended up drawing it instead of resting, because I'm intelligent. I love making characters sick and I MEANT to make Everyone feel bads but Prompto took the brunt of it bcz he is, out of all of them, the most likely to suffer the worst for heat illnesses

None of you idiots are free of heat exhaustion. Prompto’s pale ass just got hit the hardest

[minnieeeworld]

new commission sheet and new scrapbook style option :) 🩷🌹 please purchase through kofi and note that my full tos is not pictured!

5 slots open

rbs appreciated!! 🙏🎶

[whumperofworlds]

Whumptober 2024 Day 24: Under Rubble

Now on AO3!

TAGS: @gala1981 @whumptober-archive @crash-bump-bring-the-whump @rebelxwriter @expressionless-fr

@fourwingedsnake @whumble-beeee @whumpninja @kingxlinkwrites (let me know if you wanna be added or removed!)

CWs: bombing, trapped under rubble, blood, unconscious, self sacrifice, male whumpee, male caretaker, whumpee x caretaker, Alternate Ending AU (because fuuuuuck that FFXV ending), death mention

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XV

A/N: I don't own anything in this. Everything belongs to Square Enix.

ENJOY!!!

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Collapsed building / Equipment failure / "I never knew daylight could be so violent."

Noctis was so bored out of his mind, he nearly fell asleep during the meeting. However, he forced himself awake by shaking his head when he nearly fell asleep, blinking his eyes.

The man and Ignis were still droning on and on about this politic and that, and while Noctis knew he had his duty as a king, he still couldn't help but feel bored. However, after everything that had happened ten years ago, he felt he should do his duty instead of messing around like he used to.

Occasionally, Noctis piped up to suggest some ideas, but beside that, he let Ignis do most of the talking. He wasn't used to these types of things. He was glad that Ignis, Gladio, and his husband, Prompto, were there to help him if needed.

He felt Prompto squeeze his hand slightly, and Noctis jerked awake again, blinking his eyes before turning to his beloved. Prompto smiled, before whispering, "Still sleepy after all these years?"

"Yeah…" Noctis yawned with a shrug, "I'm doing what I can to do what I need to do, but ugh… even now, meetings are so boring."

"Sometimes you have to do what you need to do," Prompto pointed out, "You're doing great, Noct."

Noctis quirked a smile at this. Prompto, for years, had been so supportive of the king, and he was lucky to marry someone like him. The two had been close for years, and their love for each other grew ever since the sun returned.

Ignis and the man appeared to have made an agreement, and they shook hands. Noctis sighed internally. Finally. The meeting was finally over—

BOOM

The building shook then, and Gladio, Ignis, and the man nearly fell on the ground. Noctis and Prompto jumped from their seats as they try to steady themselves from the sudden earthquake. Noctis' ears rang as his heart pounded in his chest. What was that? An earthquake? But there was no newscast regarding natural disasters. What was going on?

"Someone blew a bomb in the building!" All five of them heard a voice scream from a distance, "Evacuate! The building is going to collapse!"

The man bolted for the door and disappeared, never to be seen again. Gladio immediately took Ignis' hand and yelled out to the other two, "C'mon!"

Noctis and Prompto didn't need to be told twice. Grabbing each other's hands, they followed Gladio and Ignis out of the room, as the ceiling began to collapse above them. Noctis could hear screaming around him as people fled the scene; at the corner of his eye he could see a small fire engulfing a nearby staircase.

"Keep running!" Gladio yelled, and Noctis realized that he and Ignis were further ahead. Noctis hurried faster with Prompto not far behind him.

The black haired man coughed as smoke entered his lungs, and he felt small bits of debris falling on his head. Prompto was also coughing from the smoke, but the two continued to run towards the emergency exit. Gladio and Ignis were already there, waving at the two to hurry, that the building would collapse any minute.

Just a little more. Then we're—

He heard a gasp of surprise behind him, and he felt Prompto's hand slip from Noctis'. Noctis turned and realized that his beloved tripped on a piece of debris.

"Prom!" Noctis cried, running back to help his husband up, despite Gladio and Ignis yelling out to keep running. He was not going to leave Prompto behind. Not like this.

He helped Prompto back on his feet, failing to notice the roof collapsing around them. By the time he realized this, it was too late; the building began to collapse, with large debris falling straight towards the couple.

Prompto shouted something Noctis missed, and he was suddenly shoved out of the emergency exit. Their eyes met then; horrified ones to resigned ones, as Prompto disappeared in the debris.

Noctis' eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat, as he stumbled to the ground. He could only watch as the entire building collapsed, with nothing remaining of it after a few seconds.

"PROMPTO!" Noctis screamed, tears filling his eyes as he stood from the ground. He rushed forward to the remains of the building, but Gladio gripped the collar of his shirt, keeping him in place.

"Noct!" Gladio yelled, "It's dangerous! Get back!"

"NO!" Noctis screamed, "Prompto's still in there! I have to get him out!"

"You can't help him if you don't back away, Noct—" Gladio warned, but he lost his grip on Noctis' shirt, and Noctis barreled towards the wreckage.

"NOCTIS!" Both Gladio and Ignis screamed, and without a moment's hesitation, rushed towards the wreckage to stop the king. They pushed away large debris and rubble as they searched for the runaway king, screaming out Noctis' name along the way. The two kept their eye on the mount of black hair, but they were unable to relocate him—it was as if he disappeared into thin air.

"NOCTIS!" Gladio screamed, "Come back here or I swear to Shiva's tits, I'll—"

Gladio paused when he and Ignis heard heavy breathing close by, along with sniffling. He glanced at Ignis, who pursed his lips in worry.

"You're so stupid, Prom," a voice—Noctis', Gladio recognized—whispered, and the two heard hands digging into rubble, "you're not supposed to be the one caught in the crossfire. If you're dead, I'll kill you myself—"

Both Gladio and Ignis ran forward, listening in on Noctis' voice. The king's voice was trembling, on the verge of tears. Not a good sign.

They eventually came across Noctis, who managed to find Prompto, buried under the rubble. A stream of blood flowed down the blond's forehead, and he was unconscious. Noctis was holding Prompto's hand, trying to hold in a sob to no avail.

"Noct," Gladio whispered, "move."

"B-b-but Prompto—" Noctis tried to whisper, but Gladio shook his head.

"We're gonna get Prompto outta there. Sitting there and crying ain't gonna help him now."

"But he could be dead!" Noctis exclaimed, "What if—"

"Noctis." Gladio growled, using Noctis' full name. Noctis paused and froze in shock. "Let. Us. Help. If you don't, Prompto will definitely die."

Upon hearing that last sentence, Noctis knew that Gladio was right. He moved aside then, reluctantly letting Prompto's hand go with a sigh. Gladio could see the guilt and sadness in his eyes and he frowned. He knew how much he loved Prompto, and how he cared for him. Losing Prompto in such a way would devastate him.

With a sigh, Gladio crouched down and took Prompto's hand, feeling for a pulse. Weak, but still alive. Thank Cosmos.

He gathered as much rubble as he could, grabbing the largest parts of it, and he pulled. He gritted his teeth, as he grunted and panted. It took a few minutes, but finally, he managed to pull the large rubble off of Prompto's body.

"Iggy," Gladio ordered, "think you could call an ambulance?"

"On it," Ignis was already on the case—with his cell phone, he called 911 and began speaking to the operator from the other end. "Yes, a bombing has occurred here. The king's husband is severely hurt. We're in…"

Noctis could only watch as the scene unfolded in front of him, tears threatening to fall. This was all his fault. If he had been more careful, Prompto wouldn't be in this state. He would be okay. Not buried under the rubble, nearly dying.

"N-N-Noc…"

The three froze when they heard Prompto's quivering voice. Noctis' eyes widened, as he rushed forward and knelt down to the fallen blond.

Prompto began to stir, groaning in pain as he slowly glanced up at Noctis. He was hardly breathing, but alive.

"Prompto!" Noctis gasped, and without warning, wrapped his arms around Prompto. Tears fell then, as he sobbed. Prompto couldn't help but smile as he returned the hug as best as he could.

"Whoa, hey, babe, too tight, I'm gonna suffocate more," he joked. Leave it to Prompto for cracking jokes at the worst times.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," Noctis whispered, burying his face in Prompto's shoulder.

"You'd do the same for me," Prompto pointed out, "you can't be the only one who's a self sacrificing idiot here."

Gladio and Ignis shook their heads, with Ignis pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Gladio could have sworn he heard Ignis mutter, "Idiots."

They were glad that help had finally arrived; they didn't have to lose any more brain cells seeing these two idiots.

[whumporpass]

How about Prompto Argentum from Final Fantasy XV?

[queenoffishingandcookies]

My back has been a bitch for the last several days, which makes for Noctis angst, I guess.

Long story short for several of my headcanons that I am Too Lazy to write out at the moment, Noctis got starscourge when the Marilith attacked and Sylva, while healing him, essentially burned the scourge away with her powers.

(I have a whole thing about Oracle’s powers being able to heal wounds, while generally non-Oracle Fleuret’ simply bolster the body’s healing, not to mention male Fleuret having magic predisposed to combat and being known as Templars, and a whole things on male Oracles despite canon -)

Thing is, the starscourge sort of merges with magic. We see it in Ardyn, he’s not like others who outright become daemons and he can still use his magic (at least, the Armiger, if not elemancy and healing). Similarly, in DOTF, Lunafreya mentions something about the power of the Oracle holding the effect of the ‘scourge back (which Ravus, as a man, doesn’t have-).

SO.

The starscourge literally merging with his magic, his body trying to adapt and push it back and the strain, on top of injuries he’s already had, is killing him and -

On top of burning out the scourge, Sylva is frying parts of Noctis’ magic. Pruning it away, almost, like dead or moldy branches of rose bush in order to save the whole. And it’s agony in a way that healing of the Oracle isn’t meant to be (at least, not for anyone but the Oracle-)

I once read a really interesting post on the effects of starscourge on Noctis’s magic, and how it compares to how members of the kingsglaive and even Regis use magic (example being you don’t see many people using the flasks seen on Noctis in-game).

But, I was thinking, what if Noctis could use magic as he should normally be capable off, but at a cost.

When you’re a Lucis Caelum, everything comes at a cost.

It’s excruciating, it’s difficult, just like re-learning to warp after he’d been able to do so by years by simply sneezing was. Frustrating, even humiliating (if one paid attention to the private scorn of nobles and others behind closed doors or in corners of rooms -)

He was once able to light his fingertips aflame like candle wicks, building palaces of snow and ice, and craft miniature storms without so much as an idle thought - but doing so after the Marilith, after Tenebrae -

It’s a raw, searing pain that cuts straight through muscle tissue and bone. It feels as though his blood is boiling, bubbling, the ceaseless flow of molten rock scorching everything in it’s path, his back tearing open beneath the sharpened steel of a blade’s edge over and over again.

It’s not the pull of his life force being pulled away to make what is dead more tangible to the living, like swinging the royal arms - imprints of his ancestor’s souls - around. It’s not like the total exhaustion and feverish state that follows summoning an Astral (or an astral using him as a tether to the land in moment’s of peril).

It’s energy, so much of it, a physical weight on his shoulders and under his skin, and there’s still traces of the late Oracle-Queen’s touch and the starscourge’s corruption and it burns.

(As magic does, as it has always done-)

Then there’s the lack of control over his powers following the attack, how much a ‘magic fit’ hurts when he does lose control, how he has to bottle it up and probably still does in the future because of how badly it hurts, and what little control he does regain (i.e weaving Magic and elements and storing it in flasks).

Just. Noctis not being able to utilize his powers to the full extent, like the Kingsglaive, like his father. It’s not because it’s gone, or because he hadn’t recovered from the scourge (as much as recovery was possible-)

It’s agonizing, it’s damn near uncontrollable past what he was able to relearn and grasp. And when he does use it, does lose control- it’s even worse.

His flasks, which detonate on impact with a target, while not controllable once cast - they are predictable. Those with him, once outside the radish of the blast, are safe.

With his magic, if he lets his control slip in the pain, there’s not an estimated radius, a safe space to retreat to - and losing control of it is arguably more dangerous than losing control of a flask. It’s not a blast, but a wave that encroaches on everyone and everything around if allowed to.

And I already have a general post on Lucis Caelum Magic. Noctis is in a shitty situation, basically. Damned if you do (use magic) and damned if you don’t.

TLDR:

Noctis is able to use magic outside of the flasks, outside of the warping and phasing he utilizes on. He is able to use the raw elements and heal like the Kingsglaive, like his father - but it’s excruciatingly painful for him because of lasting Starscourge/Oracle damage, think of scar tissue, and easy to lose control of.

While recovering, before and after Tenebrae, he did lose control on occasion and the additional pain he was in afterwards was…not pretty. Neither was the zone of destruction. So Noctis has to also hold it in, keep tabs on it, and the build-up of magical energy is equally bad for him.

[baby-come-bach]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Prompto Argentum, Ardyn Izunia Additional Tags: Restraints, Non-Consensual Touching, The Teen Rating is Accurate, Manhandling Series: Part 7 of AI-less Whumptober 2023 Summary:

Prompto escaped the magitek production facility with Aranea's help, but he didn't make it far. Ardyn captured him again, intent on making him bait for Noctis at Zegnautus.

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Sicktember Day 18: “My whole body is one big ache”

Thank you to anonymous for suggesting the premise for this prompt! :)

Rating: T

Media: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Noctis, Prompto, Ignis, and Gladiolus

Summary: Noctis wakes up to intense pain in his back from his past injury. He does his best to tough it out, but things quickly escalate, causing him to become seriously ill.

*CW for vomiting*

[kaciart]

Day One - Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / “It's just a scratch, I've had worse.”

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[garbria]

Have a little DrauCorNyx whump

Titus barely registered the resistance as he barrelled through the front door, Cor on his heels. This had to be where they were keeping Nyx, and he wasn’t stopping until he found him. Two of the terrorists jumped out at them as they entered, but they didn’t even get to aim their guns before Cor and Titus cut them down. Titus didn’t even slow down, just kept going. They’d had Nyx for too long. Who knew what they were doing to him?

The house was small, and it didn’t take them long to clear the first floor, then the second. Nothing, just the dead bodies of the assholes who had taken Nyx. Titus prowled the house, looking for what they missed as Cor was on his phone.

Nyx *had* to be here. They’d traced the van to this location, and it hadn’t left. He was stalking down the main hall again when he stopped. The floor made a suspicious noise.

“Cor!” Titus called out as he kicked aside the rug to expose a trap door into some kind of cellar.

Cor was behind him in seconds as Titus pulled open the door and dropped down. Two men stood over a body on the ground and another one was leaning over him, hands fisted in his clothes.

Nyx! Without registering the distance between, Titus was there, wrapping his hands around the man’s arms and pulling him away from Nyx. He tossed him in the direction of the wall, and distantly registered the sound of a crunch as he hit. Then, he banished it from his mind as he fell to his knees next to Nyx.

Nyx’s hands and feet were tied, his hair and clothes mussed. He had a cut on his lip and bruising around his eye, but what caught Titus’ attention was the wild look in those eyes. There was no recognition as Nyx looked at him. What had they done to him?

“Nyx, Nyx, it’s me. It’s Titus.” Titus kept his voice soft and his movements slow even as all his instincts were telling him to pull Nyx into his arms. The fear in Nyx’s face stopped him.

Nyx whimpered, shaking his head and backing up into the wall. He winced as he moved, but he didn’t stop until he was pressed against the wall. His eyes were wide as he stared at Titus.

Titus clenched his fists as he realized Nyx was trembling, either with pain or fear. He made a noise in the back of his throat as he saw tears spill down Nyx’s cheeks.

He made himself relax his fists. “Nyx, it’s alright. You’re safe now. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

He felt Cor’s presence as he crouched down next to Titus. “We’ve got you, Nyx. We’re here.”

Nyx’s eyes flickered between Cor and Titus, but he just pressed himself harder into the wall. “No, no, no, no, no, no.” He closed his eyes and repeated that word as a mantra.

“Nyx!” Titus reached out to Nyx, but backed off when Nyx whimpered, jerking away from the touch and closing his eyes tighter, despite the tears leaking down his face.

“Nyx, I’m going to untie you, okay? You’re safe, no one’s going to hurt you anymore.” Titus kept his voice soothing and his movements slow as he cut the ropes with a dagger. Nyx didn’t move, but his trembling got stronger.

As soon as Nyx was free, he curled in on himself, pulling his knees to his chest despite the hiss of pain the movement caused. His shoulders shook as he cried, face pressed into his knees.

Titus couldn’t take it anymore. He scooted closer and pulled Nyx into his chest, wrapping his arms around him. Nyx pushed weakly against Titus, but Titus held on.

“You’re safe, Nyx. Those bastards can’t touch you anymore. We won’t let them.”

Cor kneeled on the other side of Nyx, rubbing circles into his back. “We’re here, we’ve got you.”

Titus could feel Nyx trembling in his arms and he hated it. What could they have done to make Nyx react like this?

“Ti? Cor?” Nyx’s voice was so soft and tentative, Titus nearly missed it. 

“Yes, yes, it’s us. Nyx,” Titus murmured into Nyx’s hair. “We’ve got you,” Cor added as he moved closer.

Nyx sobbed and pressed himself into Titus’ chest. Titus’ arms tightened around him, and Cor crowded against Nyx, practically draping himself over Nyx. They held Nyx as Nyx sobbed like his heart was broken.

Eventually, Nyx’s sobs slowed. This time when he pulled away, Titus let go, using one of his hands to gently wipe tears away on the unbruised side of Nyx’s face.

“Back with us, love?” Cor asked, arms around Nyx’s waist.

Nyx smiled at them, watery but genuine. “Yeah.”

“Let’s get you to the hospital, then.” Titus looked at Cor and together they pulled Nyx up.

Nyx made a face but didn’t argue as they ushered him into the waiting ambulance outside.

[skittlewrites]

Prompto one-shot

Ok so the votes are in and I'll post it once I get a chance to finish it. It's grown over the last week or so, and I've been mostly writing it on my phone at work so I'll have to move it to my computer and edit it and all that jazz but you want it so you'll have it!!

[promscamera]

Just the idea, in an au, where Prompto is hurt, and they have to take care of his wounds (with no potions). But the memories of being tied down and cut open and hurt are resurfacing, and he can't let anyone touch him because he's not seeing them, he is seeing the scientists and the cruel doctors from his past.

So they try to talk his through it, keep him the present, not the past. All while he treats his own wounds with trembling hands.