#noct whump

[jackadudle]

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

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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!!!

[echo-goes-mmm]

Hoarding Behavior #8

Masterpost

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River was having a wonderful dream. Warmth all over, soft kisses with brushes of sharp teeth, claws trailing lightly down his stomach, a gentle scaled hand tucking under his waistband-

He woke with a start, an uncomfortable wetness in his pants. Ew. 

“Mmm?” hummed Noct. Uh oh.

Master opened an eye at his silence, yawning. “Whasss it?” he slurred from across the nest.

“Nothing!” he squeaked. Master narrowed his eyes.

“Um…” there was no way he was going to tell Noct he had a wet dream, and he especially wasn’t going to say it was about him.

“I just really need to wash up right now.”

Master yawned again, stretching, and River very carefully did not look at him.

Noct pulled the key out from under his nightshirt and unlocked the cuff. River awkwardly got up, hoping Noct didn’t notice anything.

But Noct got up with him, sleepily following him to the bath. 

“Um. Can I go by myself? Please?”

Noct tilted his head. “Why-” his eyes went wide, nostrils flaring, and he glanced down at River’s pants and then looked away. “Go ahead,” he said, embarrassment in his voice.

So much for that. How humiliating. 

He scrubbed himself down in the bath, trying to get rid of a scent he couldn’t smell himself. He took a moment to relax a bit in the water, trying to delay further shame.

Of course, what to do with the soiled clothes? He completely forgot to grab a change of underwear in his rush to get out of there.

He’d have to go without boxers. He wouldn’t be able to look at Master again if he went in wearing dry cum stains.

Noct was still awake as he walked into the den. He was staring up at the ceiling, flat on his back. He pointed to a folded set of pajamas and fresh underwear on the edge of the nest.

“Thanks.”

“Mhm.” Noct rolled over, facing into the cut stone rim of the nest. River shuffled into the new sleep clothes.

With any luck, they’d never talk about it.

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It was the first day with “outside time”, and the weather was perfect. Sunny, with fluffy white clouds far in the distance.

Master was laid out in his large form, stretched out and relaxed like a cat. 

“Do not wander too far,” he rumbled.

“Yes, Master.” River looked out into the woods. The sunlight streamed through the tree leaves, sunbeams glittering onto the foliage. 

River had spent his life in cities, as slaves did, with little signs of nature. Even city parks were off limits to them, and only the wealthiest had courtyards worth mentioning. 

Birds sang on the branches, as if the dragon just a few yards away was nothing. 

He glanced back towards Noct. His head was between his long front legs, his eyes shut. Smoke curled up to the sky from his snout.

He looked back into the forest. There was a narrow path off to the right.

A little walk couldn’t hurt.

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The sun felt so good. Of course a human needed the sun, how could be so foolish? It felt too nice to not be good for health.

He shifted his wings, stretched them up into the air and folded them back down. So nice.

He kneaded the soil beneath his claws. A sliver of bone poked his palm. Hmph. He ought to clean up these bones. They had served their purpose. He didn't need them anymore.

That was for another day, though.

Noct took in a deep breath, tasting the sweet smell of plants and game in the air. But River’s personal scent of soap and herbs was not so close. He shot up, listening for him. 

The birds had stopped singing.

“River,” he called. “Come.” He heard twigs snapping and leaves rustling as his precious gem rushed back, but there was an unease in the air he didn’t like.

“Master?”

“Come here.” Noct didn’t look away from the woods.

“What is it?”

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“Hush.” Master was more alert than he’d ever seen him, staring off into the forest.

Noct grabbed him suddenly, tucking him in between his front leg and side. 

“Lie down. Do not move.” His voice was urgent, and River kept still.

It was warm, a little too warm, but he didn’t move. He looked up at Master’s face.

His eyes were narrowed, his mouth ajar. Smoke poured from the corners of his jaw, and his teeth gleamed. But there was no snarl or intimating hiss. Master was tense, but made no move to threaten whatever it was.

But then the atmosphere became thick, and a buzzing stirred under his skin. The air itself seemed to vibrate, and his hair stood up on end.

He dared to peek out from under his curved claws. Nothing. Then he saw it.

A shadow in the distance, blocking out sunbeams and glints from under the trees, moved slowly through the forest. It was hard to tell the size of the thing; it could even be bigger than Master for all he knew.

It lumbered like no beast he had ever seen before.

Master relaxed; his head coming to rest between his legs again.

He wanted to ask, but Master had ordered him quiet and the creature was still there. Looking at it gave him a headache, so he turned away.

River waited and waited, and after what felt like forever:

“It is gone,” rumbled Noct, “you may come out.”

River stepped out from the heat and into the sun. The breeze was nice on his face, and the birds were singing again.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Oh, it was only a Thing of the Woods.” Huh?

“Thing of the Woods?” Noct cracked an eye open.

“Have you not heard of the Things? They are in the sea, deep in mountains, skies, forests. Harmless. Spirits of the great nature. Distant parents of all things some say.”

“Never heard of them.”

Noct tutted, and with a whoosh of smoke he was small again. He pulled River into his lap. 

“You humans are silly creatures,” he said. He began to purr, and he flopped on his back into the dirt and tugged River along to lie on his chest.

“It is a beautiful day. Nap with me,” he commanded.

"Yes, Master."

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[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.

[zanarkandfayth]

Would love to read your answers to questions 3, 9, 13, 17, 18, 26, 29, 31, 32, 50, and, if there's another number (or several) you really wanna answer, please add those too ✨

thank you for the ask!! <33 I wrote you novels in return gjdskglj

3. In your opinion, what’s your best fic?

oooh this one is so hard because I love most of my fics for different reasons, even my older ones (at least the ones on ao3. we ignore the ones left behind on ffnet lmao). hhhh, of completed ones that are posted, imma have to say monsters honestly, because damn did I put some heart into that. but the one I'd probably consider absolute best is the still ongoing, not yet posted 600K+ beast of a fic I usually refer to as "nanofic" that I've been working on since 2019. it won't be everyone's cup of tea, but it just gets so deep into noct's trauma that I inflict on him and his slow recovery from it, more than I've done for any other fic, and I've poured so much blood sweat and tears into that thing, it's kinda everything to me.

9. Have you ever written for a fandom without watching/reading/playing the source material?

written, no. been tempted to in the past, but it was too much effort and I already had too many fics for my main fandoms. I have read fandom blind for both harry potter and supernatural in the past though, like lates 2000s into mid 2010s. both were kinda on accident. supernatural in particular is because it kept getting crossed over with MULTIPLE of my fandoms. psych, house md, and criminal minds. so I started reading non-crossover supernatural fics in self-defense gsdklgjdks

13. What’s the biggest change between your style when you started in fandom and today?

I mean… this is the first paragraph of one of my fics from my first fandom when I was fifteen. you tell me 😂

"Relena smiled as she sipped her tea and mentally reviewed the day's schedule. 8:00 am- peace talk to the world. 10:00 am- conference with Romefeller. 1:00 pm- try to convince Dorothy to become a pacifist because she was to stupid to understand that Dorothy loved war. Rest of the day- annoy the HELL out of Heero Yuy. Smiling happily again (PLEASE! Her smile is SO annoying), she stood up and was just about to take a step when …. suddenly a freak falling cow killed her!!! =^.^= The gundam boys all burst out of closets around the room and rejoiced."

the biggest change is probably that I actually write well now lmao. and don't character bash. and don't throw author's notes and emoticons in the middle of fics, and have learned to format better, and, and…

17. In your opinion, what’s your most overrated fic?

oh god. let me hide before I answer this. hands down, it's shadows growing. like let me be clear, it's not bad by any means. I'm still fond of it. but I did not have a clear plan when I started writing it, and I really feel like that shows. it was not meant to be a fix-it fic. it was not meant to be a longer fic. it was not meant to be much of anything, tbh. I saw the prompt on the kink meme and the prologue literally started writing itself in my head and I was like "nah idk what I'd do with that" and I scrolled past, but I couldn't focus on reading other prompts and so I went back and just started typing the fic in a reply to the prompt. honestly I figured I'd write whatever I could and then when I left it unfinished, no one would know because I was anon and I had like one fic posted on ao3 for ffxv at the time and I was used to being a complete fandom nobody. the fact that shadows growing got me even somewhat noticed was unexpected and I was not prepared gdjskgjdskl

it definitely affected the fic because once the readers started picking up it made me feel suuuuper stressed and I was so afraid to stray too far from canon because I thought people would hate that??? for some reason??? no there's logic there. I was just overwhelmed. and I do get why people love it, because the whump and the friendship between the boys is really good. but I cannot help but look at it and remember how out of my depth I felt at the time and wish that I had been brave enough to diverge more from canon and smart enough to come up with a better ending. I still suspect there were quite a few people who felt let down by the ending and that's fair honestly. anyways, yeah, it's a good fic and I'm fond of it and most of the attention and the recs it got were in the first couple years of the game being out and I don't begrudge it being my most popular fic, I just. have better ones now I feel like gjsdgjskgsj but maybe not ones as many people would want to read. which is fine with me tbh.

18. What’s your most underrated fic?

the gladio oneshot in my "fayth's daddy issues week" series! (I wrote all those fics so back to back that I can't remember the titles for any of them whoops.) I adore that fic and it got so little attention compared to most of the other fics in that week, or my fics overall tbh. the only one that got even less was the one about iris 🤣 but I don't care much for the iris one either, even though I think it has some stellar banter between the boys and cute/funny prompto/gladio moments. I really love the gladio one though, because it was fun to revisit gladio's pov in a fic and I got to develop a bit of backstory for him that's been evolving into headcanon and there's a good chunk of ignis and gladio friendship that was the precursor to all their friendship in monsters, plus I got to make gladio cry, so. I love it <3

26. What aspect of your writing do you most enjoy to see praised?

characterisation, for sure. it's the one thing I agonise over and actually worry about what readers might think at times, especially as I get further away from having played the game to keep it fresh in my mind. so anyone commenting that it feels right makes me roll around on my bed in glee. the other aspect I equally enjoy is people commenting on the emotions. like, that the ones I wrote the characters having feel real/deep, that it made the reader feel them too, etc. stuff like that. cos the emotions are literally why I write fic lol.

29. Does the division of your writing across fandoms line up with your reading? What’s the biggest discrepancy?

I am dumb and am struggling to understand what this question is asking, tbh. is it like, do I write for as many fandoms as I read, or something? because fuck no in that case, haha. the only fandoms I've done major writing for (more than one or two fics) are gundam wing, digimon adventure, final fantasy x, and final fantasy xv. and I've read for something like 100 fandoms, idk. at one point I had a list but I stopped keeping track eventually.

31. Who’s the one character you’ve just never managed to get perfectly right?

well… I didn't really understand the concept of characterisation for fanfic until a little before I started writing for ffx. so uh, it's kinda non-existent in my gdw and digimon fics. but once I actively started trying for it… honestly maybe just yuna from final fantsy x. I had some things featuring her meant to be longer fics that were set during the game (most of my posted stuff is set pre-canon, with no yuna in sight) but I never finished and/or posted them because I always felt shaky on yuna's characterisation. I don't think I've majorly struggled with anyone in ffxv to the point that I've felt too dissatisfied with characterisation to post. but at the same time I'm sure none of them are actually perfectly right xD but they FEEL more or less right to me, which is all I care about.

32. Who’s the one character who shines without you even trying?

noct. I mean. he's my blorbo for a reason xD my beloved, I relate to him so much and the rest of it I just project lololol. I make a point to not actually just write myself as noct, cos I personally ain't about that, but it feels very easy to write him without needing to think too deeply about his thoughts/feelings/reactions most of the time. they feel instinctual to me, even when it's something that would differ from my own thoughts/feelings/reactions if I was in a similar situation.

50. Has writing fanfic had a significant impact on your life? Would you say it’s entirely positive?

YES and the answer to this question is one of the reasons antis/purity culture upsets me so fucking much. it's a personal/sensitive answer though so skip if you don't want to read that xD but. reading rape/sexual abuse & aftermath fics as a teenager is what helped me to understand that, even though there was no outright rape happening, I was still being abused. seeing my favourite characters have the courage to tell someone about their abuse and get help is what encouraged me to tell one of my friends during an AIM conversation late one night when I was sixteen, and she convinced me to tell my therapist at my next appointment, who then told my mom, and yeah let's just say that was a very significant and eventually positive impact (it was a rocky road) on my life. if none of that had happened I genuinely think the CSA would have continued escalating into eventual rape. so thank FUCK for fanfic and I seethe with rage every time some shitfuck anti tries to claim there's no good to be found in such fics. plus in general it just helps with my mental health and I've made plenty of friends through fic over the years, even if they come and go I'm still grateful to have known them for that time, and writing fic is the one thing that gives life any meaning for me, etc. so yeah I'd say at least 99% positive.

and now, I will add a few to answer, because you said I could lmao

7. What’s the fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

it is a toss-up between horizon road, an ffx fic featuring a toxic, fucked up relationship between tidus and auron that I still really love, or endless skies, a really self-indulgent digimon fic. they're both old at this point, horizon road I started in 2005, and endless skies was in 2016. horizon road suffers from me having no solid ideas for it beyond the three chapters I wrote, and endless skies is painfully fully outlined, but it was such a hard, research-intensive fic to write for a number of reasons, and now looking at it also just reminds me of an ex-friend who I feel very negative towards (because I talked to them a lot while plotting/writing and they even wrote some of the smut scenes for me, though I've since removed those) and even if I wasn't still deeply entrenched in ffxv, I don't think I could bring myself to ever work on it again :/ which sucks because I did adore it very much.

35. Have you ever written a ship into a fic without meaning to?

…okay, I think anyone who has read shadows growing and then has also read or even looked at my ignoct fics knows that the ignoct is very much present in shadows growing gjdskgjsk as much as I will swear up and down it's platonic, and people certainly can take it that way if they want, like. come on. it's there. at a point, it very much was intentional. BUT. it did start out accidental. the og prompt asked for either gen or OT4 and I don't ship OT4 so I was gonna do gen but noct and ignis kept blurring the lines when I started writing scenes with them gdsjkgdjkl aaaaand actually I didn't start monsters with the intention of it being ignoct either. (the ignoct bits in the first chapter I actually added in a rewrite of that chapter lmao.) nor the tiny little epilogue in heavy is the burden that nudges into hinting at ignoct territory. fuck, even the ignoct in my very first ffxv wasn't meant to be so overt as it was gjdsklgjks there's also tiny hints of it in some of my fayth's daddy issues week fics (not counting the one that's deliberately and stated to be ignoct).

…actually now that I'm writing this I'm realising very little of my ignoct has been deliberately planned at the start 😂 the sequel to shadows growing, grey skies, was planned, at least xD the promptio that shows up towards the end of the fic was an accident though gjsdkgljslk it just. happened??? I didn't even LIKE promptio when I started writing that fic. huh. maybe accidental shipping is just my thing in writing ffxv fics.

40. Do you feel like you put out enough content?

wanted to answer this one, because, I'm NOT talking in terms of other people here. I don't mean to sound dismissive or ungrateful, because I do appreciate the people who read my fics, it makes me happy, but like. it's not why I write OR post. I'm not "producing content" for people; if someone is unhappy with me for not posting more fics, that's their problem. but in terms of myself… yeah, I do wish I had more to post. not because I feel like I've got some kind of arbitrary quota to meet. like, quite frankly, I have over a million words of fic posted on ao3, and given that I have a single unposted fic that's over 600K alone, I'm positive I have at least 2mil total words written. it's just that I wish I could write more consistently/frequently? I feel like I never write as much as I want to, and I know a lot of it is because of my worsening health, so maybe that's why I just feel so frustrated and dissatisfied with my output, but man, sometimes I look at my number of posted works on ao3 and feel like it's such a low number for how long I've been writing ): both for ffxv specifically and for all my fics total. I know it's silly, but the feeling persists nonetheless.

thank you again for the ask!! I feel happy getting to answer questions and ramble about my fics :D and it was really fun to think about my answers and realise a thing or two haha.

[marmolita]

thank you ffxv fandom for writing 340 fics in which Noctis is hurt 😍 I love you all, feed me with Noctis whump ♥️♥️♥️ @r3zuri you really left a legacy with hurt Noct week!

[ffxvficrec]

by autumnstwilight (sewohayami) Noct pushes himself too hard. Words: 1033, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 20 of FFXV Drabbles and Flash Fic Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum , Ignis Scientia Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia Additional Tags: Fight Scene , Whump-ish , defending each other in battle , Heroic RROD , Gen or Pre-Slash

[promscamera]

Okay listen listen.

I love Prompto's DLC (as one does). But oof as a whump lover, this hurt me so much.

Like in the base game, Prompto is gone for a while and then Ardyn teases Noct for hours (-.-) in the Keep, until you finally find him. And here's the thing, when a story gives me time to imagine what happened to a character, my brain goes wild with angst and whump and everything.

So when I was playing his DLC for the first time, I was so excited to see HOW he ended up where you find him in the game. (Kinda like how Ignis' DLC really goes from when he's off-screen until he's back).

But as we all know... yeah doesn't happen. And mannnnn I was so disappointed.

Still a great DLC, but my expectations were somewhere completely different and it made me sad lol. Stop cutting away you cowards.

Back to ao3 it is

[breakfastteatime]

Hi Breakfast Tea! I've been following your Noct whump fics since middle school and I always enjoy re-reading. The one with Noctis getting nuts slipped into his food by bullies always intrigued me cause I too am allergic to nuts, it was one of my favorites. So about two months ago, I accidentally ate nuts (they gave me the wrong ice cream) and I ended up going into anaphylaxatic shock but it was my first time having a severe reaction. When I was released to go home my first thought was your fic and I was like "dang wow she wrote that really accurately now I understand on a whole new level". Thanks for making the fic not only accurate but showing the seriousness of not taking someone's allergies into account. Poor Noctis but now I definitely can relate haha! I love all your FFXV fics, your a great writer. Keep up the good work! -Ichi

Hi!

I'm so glad you're alright! And thank you for coming back and letting me know. It's nice to know the story feels authentic.

Thanks for the Ask!

[neoremnant]

Looky! I’m doing another FFXV fic! :D Please take a look! Angst, hurt/comfort, whump Noct for Halloween time! https://archiveofourown.org/works/60114724/chapters/153391165

[youareinacomawakeup]

is Noct a king? sorry lol i know nothing about final fantasy

anyways! fav moment of noct? is noct the edgy best friend that you mentioned earlier??

Noct is... Well, he's a prince. But his dad is assassinated at the very beginning of the game, which fully ignites a war that's been simmering for a while, which is what the whole game's about. So he's a prince in the sense that, with everything going on, it's not like he's been coronated, but a king in the sense that...who the hell else would the king be? If there's a king at all for a fallen kingdom, it's him.

Noct is definitely the edgy best friend I was talking about before, though. That much I can say with confidence.

As for favorite Noct moments... Once again, god, so many. He's such a broody, angry little thing, but peel away that one outer layer and he's just a nerd. He complains about wanting to go back to the hotel room and play video games between battles. He gets so excited about fishing. He doesn't eat his goddamn vegetables. He falls on his ass in battles, Prompto takes pictures of it, and his friends all give him shit for it. He's the least princely prince. I feel like it's a whole lot of little moments put together more than any big moment that makes me love Noct as a character. Like, look at this little guy. He feeds gourmet food to stray cats.

But... God, honestly, if I may be allowed to start gushing about my ship again? It's...the way he reacts when he gets separated from Prompto.

See, toward the end of the game, the villain creates this...illusion. He makes it so that when Noct looks at him, he sees Prompto. And, more importantly, vice versa.

And...as a result...Noct pushes Prompto off a moving train. (And Prompto had no idea the illusion was even happening. He's just...insecure enough to take it at face value. Noct, the person he loved more than anyone else, couldn't hide how much he hated Prompto anymore and pushed him off a goddamn train and stranded him in an arctic wasteland in enemy territory.)

But the illusion breaks just as Prompto's feet leave the train, and Noct is forced to watch in horror as what he just did sinks in. From there on, he is frantic. There's so much desperate screaming of Prompto's name. It's fitting this shit happened on a train, because from that point until the final chapter, he's got a one-track mind. All he can think about is Prompto.

Oh, and when he finally does find Prompto--chained to a fucking wall, might I add, because holy shit the whump--Prompto drops the bomb that... Well, to make a long story short, without getting too much into the worldbuilding, Prompto is basically Lance's personality with Keith's whole Galra thing. And Noct's response to finding out just like... "...And? Why the fuck does that matter?" He doesn't even flinch.

So... I guess I'll have to pick that moment. The fact that Noct's just so accepting of Prompto right away. (Though Gladio and Ignis both are as well. Noct was the first to speak up and assure him that nothing changed, and Noct is the one to firmly state that, "That's that. No further discussion. No arguing. You're ours, and nothing you say would change our minds. Moving on.")

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(Fanfic Writer Asks Here)

Thank you for sending!!

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

Okay so this is more than a line lol, but I tend to break the rules all the time for these kinds of questions. From 'Just For a Night'

✍️ What’s your ideal writing setup?

Just at my desk where it's quiet. Only sound that's allowed is music - can't have the TV on as background noise unless you want me to go mad and throw my laptop out the window.

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

Hahaaaa, as of a couple months now I think, the answer is no longer no!!! Trigun Stampede/Vashwood HERE I COME, they have me in a chokehold. Haven't posted anything for it yet tho! Soon, hopefully.

As far as FFXV/NyxNoct goes, it's hard to choose so;

Just For a Night Lover, Fighter Everything You've Got Lavender and Rose Petals Coming Home

🧪 Do you research for your fics?

You bet I do, I'm a detail oriented bitch. The amount of research I've put into cagefighter AU alone. Medical stuff for my recent whump fics. I'll never forget the time I couldn't remember if Noct had a TV in his apartment's living room or not and furiously went looking for references in the Brotherhood episodes. The amount of times I pull up my digital copy of KG to get visuals and other things.

Right now I'm putting a lot of my education into use for my current Vashwood WIP and a future NyxNoct one I want to do. We've got some sore bois across these two ships who deserve and nice massage sooo - yeah~

💎 Do you often write about a relationship or focus on an individual?

Y'know I don't think I've ever written a piece of just a single character by themselves for any type of character study or something like that now that you mention it. I've always had a relationship in a fic whether its romantic or platonic. Maybe I should try it some time.

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Hoarding Behavior #7

Masterpost

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Warnings: none

Noct frowned. His precious gem was acting strange. He was pale, and took far more naps than usual. He didn’t seem as interested in cooking or much of anything, and he clung close to Noct at night.

Was he sick? He didn’t understand. River had all the things he needed. A warm bed, good food, clean water, attention, regular care, and all the toys and puzzles and games Noct could find.

He looked down at River, partially in his lap, adorably asleep. His freckles were stark against his skin as opposed to beautifully blending into a bronzy smoothness. Noct curled his tail over him and waited for him to wake up.

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“You need a healer,” said Master. River chewed the inside of his cheek. 

“Are you sure?” He’d never been to a doctor before.

“Yes. You are ill.” Noct’s voice held no room for argument, and he was too tired to bother.

Noct unlocked the cuff around his ankle. It was a weird sensation after so long, and something about it made him feel exposed.

Noct scooped him up into his arms and walked towards the exit. He was vaguely annoyed that Master insisted on carrying him, but he didn’t feel like walking anyway.

But when they reached outside, Master set him down and transformed into his massive flying form.

“Hold still,” he rumbled, and River froze as Master’s huge hand wrapped around him. Noct lunged into the air, and they were off.

Don’t look down, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. He knew Noct wouldn’t drop him, but the rush of wind made his head spin and his gut clench.

Soon the wind stopped coming at his face, and instead quieted. River cracked an eye open, and saw the town square slowly come towards his feet. He looked up. Noct’s ruby wings glowed with light, and they were fully outstretched, circling them downward. 

He’d never seen Noct’s wings completely unfolded before, and the size was breathtaking.

Faint shouting reached his ears, and the square was practically abandoned when they landed.

Master changed again, and wrapped his arm around River’s waist. 

His tail swished, and River knew enough about Noct’s body language to tell he was either nervous or suspicious. Probably both.

“Do you know the way to the healer?” he murmured.

“I’m not from here,” he explained. “I have no idea.”

“Hm.” Noct pulled River close to his chest, eyes darting around the street. 

“Come,” he said, guiding River to a bench on the side of the square. They sat together, and Noct put his arm around River’s shoulder.

“Now we will wait and ask a passerby.”

“Okay.”

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He was half asleep on Noct’s shoulder before he jostled him awake. 

“Stop that.”

“Sorry, Master.” Noct sighed.

“This is not working,” he said, frustrated. People were moving through the square again, but they were avoiding them. The midday sun was in the sky, and the villagers needed to run errands even if Noct was intimidating as hell.

Noct stood and tugged River along by the hand. He cornered a woman by the bakery, and her eyes went wide with fear.

“Pardon me,” says Noct, smooth and in his best calming voice. The effect worked on River, but not her for some reason. “Would you be so kind as to point us towards the healer? I apologize for taking up your time.”

She pointed a shaking hand to a nearby building. Noct glanced down the street. “Much appreciated,” he said. 

The woman squeaked a ‘you’re welcome’ and River mouthed a ‘thanks’ as they passed. She gave him a brief and shaky smile before darting into the safety of the bakery.

But Noct had grown impatient, and picked him up again. He made long strides over the stones, a smooth movement that River barely felt. 

They came to a small stone building with a tile roof. The sign must have said ‘doctor’ or something, because Noct put him down and knocked, tail calmer but still swishing.

“Come in,” said a voice.

Noct reached over him to turn the handle, and they walked in together.

The building was one large room. There was a raised, long platform to one side of the room, and the other side was occupied with jars and bottles.

The doctor was busy stocking the shelves with bottles before he turned. His eyes went wide, and he glanced between them from under his thin wire glasses. But before Noct could comment, his expression smoothed. 

“How may I help you, Mr…?”

“I am Noct. River is sick,” explained Master, gesturing to him. “I do not know enough about humans to fix it.”

“I see. And you’re River?”

He nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Have you ever been to a doctor before?”

“No, sir.” From the corner of his eye, he saw Noct sit in a chair. His tail was still, elegantly curling near his leg.

“Sit up on this table,” said the doctor. He hopped on. The doctor took out a pencil and a stack of papers. 

“I’ll need to ask some basic questions, give you a physical, and then we’ll talk about any issues. And feel free to ask me about anything you don’t understand. Sounds good?”

River glanced at Master. “Yes, sir.”

“Great. Some of these are fairly personal. Would you like Mr. Noct to step out?”

“Oh, um, no.” River shifted. “I don’t mind.” The doctor gave him a strange look, but said nothing. He turned back to the papers.

“Last name?”

“Uh, I don't have one.”

“Mm. Age?” 

River shrugged. “Adult?” 

“Occupation?”

“Slave.” The doctor paused. 

“And I assume Mr. Noct is your master?” River nodded. “I see.”

“Sexually active?”

“No.”

“Ever?” 

River fidgeted. “No.”

“Does… does your master beat you?” The doctor asked, quiet.

“No.”

Noct sighed from his chair. “Answer the man honestly, my gem. He must know, for your health.”

“But... you don’t,” he said. Master cocked his head. River looked back at him, equally confused. Surely he didn’t mean the punishment Noct gave him weeks ago. An open hand, no bruises, barely a mark on him. That wasn’t a beating. Maybe if Master used a switch, or actually used his strength and a fist he’d answer differently. 

“Please elaborate.”

Noct gestured for him to speak.

“Master punished me when I broke something.”

“Go on.”

“It wasn’t- he didn’t-” River’s ears turned red. “It was just a spanking. That’s all. It hurt but there weren’t any marks. That doesn’t count.” Noct was staring at him, and River wasn’t sure how to read his expression.

The doctor made a note. “I see.”

They went through a few more questions before finally moving on. 

The doctor had him face towards a chart of arrows on the wall, and had him list off the directions they pointed.

He checked his ears by whispering and making him repeat the words. 

He checked his throat with a flat stick to keep his tongue down.

He looked at his teeth.

He had him lie down to poke around and feel his organs. He even made him get on his stomach to see if his spine was straight.

But the doctor didn’t seem to find anything wrong.

“So what actually brings you in today?”

River hesitated. He didn’t think there was much to talk about. 

“He is constantly sleeping,” interrupted Noct. “And he is pale and cold all the time.” 

Oh. He hadn’t really noticed. How nice; Master had been looking out for him.

The doctor looked at Noct, and then back to him.

“I hate to make assumptions,” said the doctor, “but you live in a cave, correct?”

“Yes, sir. Master’s home is in the mountains.” The doctor leaned close to examine his skin, especially the part where his freckles were.

“Is it harder than usual to lift heavy items?”

“I guess?” The doctor straightened, adjusting his glasses.

He took his pencil and a small pad from his pocket and scribbled something down. He tore off the paper and handed it out to him.

“I can’t read.”

“Ah, sorry.”

Instead, he passed it to Master. “Spend time in the sun, at least an hour a day. Get some exercise while you’re at it. Eat more fish, especially in the winter when you aren’t outside much,” he said.

“Why the sun?” asked Noct. “There is plenty of warmth inside. I make sure of it.”

“It’s not the heat. There’s not really a good explanation, but sunshine is important for human health,” he explained. 

Master hummed. “And this will help?”

“It’s not a guarantee, but yes. If the problem persists, come back and we’ll figure something out. I’d also like to see River once a year for a physical.”

“I understand.” Noct stood, and reached for a bag on his waist. It clinked with gold coins, and he offered it to the doctor.

“Oh no,” said the doctor with a smile, hands up. “Don’t worry about it. The village takes care of my pay.”

“I am not part of the village.” Master plopped the bag of gold on the chair. His voice was firm. “Keep it as thanks.”

___________________

They walked through the streets, and River had to wonder why they weren’t leaving right away. Noct clearly wasn’t very welcome here, and by extension neither was he.

“Are you hungry?”

“A little.”

Master led him back towards the square. They stopped by a pastry shop, and Noct bought a mixed box of them to the terror of the storekeeper.

“Are you mad at me?” asked River as they sat on the bench, munching on sweets.

“No.”

River usually liked Master’s directness and simple answers. No tricks. Noct was always honest, but doubt fluttered in his chest. He nibbled on his cookie (chocolate chip).

A mother and her child passed by, her face buried in a shopping list. The kid stared at them, and River waved. The child waved back. Cute.

“Then are you upset with me?” 

“No.” His tail swished. “I am simply upset.”

“Oh.”

Master reached for a cupcake. It looked smaller in his fingers. Human sized cupcakes weren’t made for dragon sized hands.

Noct studied the cupcake, turning it slowly. It was vanilla strawberry with pink icing. He watched Master take a small bite, licking up the sticky red jam filling that leaked out.

“I apologize,” said Noct. “It was not my intention to harm you.”

“I didn’t know about needing sunshine either,” he said. “It’s okay.”

“I should have guessed,” frowned Master. “Humans do not live inside dens.”

River didn’t have a response for that.

He picked up the second cupcake, a chocolate caramel, while Noct finished off a snickerdoodle. 

They packed up the remaining sweets and started the long walk home. 

River made sure to try and keep out of the forest shade. He felt a little better already.

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Whumptober 2024 Days 22/25: Hard Fight

Now on AO3!

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

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CWS: Blood, battle, injured, passing out, argument, stitches, strong language, male whumpee, male caretaker, implied whumpee x caretaker

FANDOM: Final Fantasy XV

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

ENJOY!!!

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Tourniquet / Reopening Wounds / "Oh, that's not good."

Stitches / Being monitored / "It's for your own good."

The moment Ignis was knocked down, Prompto knew this fight had gotten bad.

The four went out on a monster hunt to get some Gil; a large Malboro that had been terrorizing travelers. As Prompto and Ignis gathered the supplies needed for the hunt, Prompto heard Gladiolus and Noctis arguing in the background. Something about how Noctis didn't pack enough curatives, and how Noctis said that they didn't need them. He mentioned how his sword could down the Malboro quickly.

Well, even with his sword out, the Malboro was still standing.

Gladiolus was behind the monster, slashing it with his greatsword. The Malboro turned to face him, and belched out a noxious gas towards him, to which Gladio jumped out of the way.

Prompto would be admiring the sight of a sweaty and badass Gladio, if it weren't for the fact that the Malboro was getting ready to suck Gladio in its mouth.

Noctis rushed forward, his sword out and ready to slice down the monster, but the monster, with its tentacle, slapped him across the field. Noctis slid on the ground, dirt flying, as he laid there, unconscious.

"Noct!" Both Gladio and Prompto cried out.

As the monster approached Noctis, Prompto knew what he had to do.

He rushed forward, one of his guns out, and aimed it straight at the Malboro's mouth.

The Malboro saw this coming, and it readied another slap of its tentacle. The moment it unleashed a slap, Prompto dodged it quickly, failing to notice the sting on his side thanks to the adrenaline.

He held up his gun, and pulling the trigger, shot the Malboro in the throat.

With a screech that deafened Prompto for a moment, the Malboro fell to the ground, green blood oozing from the exit wound it had behind it.

Both Prompto and Gladio let out a sigh of relief, glad that the hunt was finally over.

When Gladio glanced at Prompto, however, his eyes widened, and Prompto tilted his head. Why was he looking at him like that?

The adrenaline began to wear off, and Prompto felt the pain on his side. He glanced down.

A large gash, large amounts of blood spewing from the wound.

"...Oh, that's not good…" Prompto could only mutter as dizziness began to take its hold. He held his head, his body swaying from left to right until he fell on the hard ground; the last thing he heard was Gladio's scream of his name.

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"...fucking idiot, Noct."

"Gladio, it was supposed to be easy!"

"'Course you don't listen, Princess. Take fucking notes."

Prompto nearly jumped when a powerful slam hit something hard. His eyes widened when he was jolted awake from the loud noise. His head throbbed, unsure of what happened. Where was he? What happened?

"Gladio, I-I wasn't—"

"You, Prom, and Ignis got hurt because of your idiocy, and for what?!" Prompto recognized the deep voice of Gladio; and he realized how angry he sounded. That… wasn't a good sign.

"Gladio, I-I'm sorry," Prompto recognized the second voice as Noctis', "I didn't mean to—"

"Then listen to me next time! Your dumbassery could have gotten all of us killed!"

Prompto groaned, his headache worsening by the arguing. Ugh, why now? He needed to rest, not hear this.

That alerted the two, as Gladio suddenly went silent when he saw Prompto. Noctis opened his mouth to call out his best friend's name, but Gladio placed an arm in front of him, stopping him. Gladio stood from the chair before quickly approaching and kneeling down to Prompto.

Before Prompto could ask what was going on, Gladio lifted the blond's shirt up, and Prompto cringed when he saw a line of stitches on his side. His skin was red from the stitches being tight, and Prompto could have sworn he saw a small trickle of blood from the wound he had sustained from the Malboro.

…Oh yeaaaaaah.

He remembered it all now. How the four fought a Malboro. How Ignis and Noctis got knocked down. How Prompto killed the Malboro protecting Noctis before he passed out.

Gladio looked over the wound, gritting his teeth upon seeing the small trickle of blood. His eyes were filled with worry as he pulled out a potion from his bag.

"Big guy…?" Prompto questioned, noting how gentle Gladio was with the blond. Usually, Gladio was rough, both with his words and with his physical touch. Seeing someone so strong handling Prompto as if he was a newborn Chocobo surprised him.

"Here," Gladio offered, holding up the potion to Prompto. "Drink this."

Prompto did as he was told; with shaky and careful hands, he took the potion and downed it in one gulp. The oozing wound began to close up mostly, but blood continued to pour down from one of his stitches. Gladio cursed under his breath.

"One of your stitches reopened," he muttered.

…Oops?

Prompto pursed his lips, realizing that all of his movements caused it. He didn't mean to make it difficult for Gladio to care for him… "Sorry," Prompto whispered, expecting Gladio to yell at him for his mistake.

To his shock, however, Gladio placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, shaking his head. "Not your fault," he reassured, "I should have paid attention when you woke up. Sorry."

Glancing down at the oozing wound again, Gladio turned to Noctis, who sat on a chair beside a table, watching the two with worry in his eyes.

"Noct," Gladio's voice was gentler with Noctis this time, "think you could get another potion outside?"

Noctis nodded with a hum, before standing and running out of the tent.

Prompto sighed, settling in the covers without opening his wounds again, before he glanced up at Gladio. Instead of anger and disappointment, Prompto could see concern and guilt in his eyes.

"You can yell at me now," Prompto offered, knowing that he caused himself this injury. It was only natural—whenever Prompto messed up in a battle, Gladio called him out on it. After the fight against the Malboro? He felt he deserved it.

Gladio frowned, shaking his head. "I'm not gonna yell at you," he said, "I'm… glad that you're okay. You had me worried when you passed out."

Gladio? Worried? Prompto would be laughing if it weren't for the fact that he had a reopened wound oozing with blood.

"You're… not mad?" Prompto asked, trying to verify.

Gladio shook his head again, his frown intensified. "Of course not," he answered, "in fact, the opposite. You did good protecting Noct and Iggy. So… thank you, Prom."

Prompto's heart raced, his eyes sparkling as the words echoed in his mind. Gladio? Proud of Prompto? He had to be dreaming right now.

"...Who are you and what have you done to Gladio?" Prompto couldn't help but joke.

To his surprise, Gladio let out a roar of laughter at the lame joke Prompto made. He watched the taller man, a smile growing on his face. He never thought that he would make Gladio, of all people, laugh. And it warmed his heart. Seeing how his large chest heaved when he laughed, his grin… Prompto just wanted to hold him close and kiss him.

…Huh. That's new.

"It's me," Gladio began, wiping away a stray tear that fell down his eye. "I mean it Prom. You did a good job. Thank you for keeping them both safe."

"Anytime," Prompto chuckled, "doing whatever I can to keep you guys safe."

Neither of the two noticed that Noctis was peeking from behind the tent flat, along with Ignis, who had bandages covering his abdomen. The two watched the other men interact, and Noctis smirked.

"Ten thousand Gil they get together before this trip is over," Noctis betted to Ignis.

To his surprise, Ignis smirked and said, "Deal."

[zanarkandfayth]

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[ao3feed-noctluna]

Fallen Stars of the Kingdom

by LadyLilaBlue

Noctis Lucis Caelum is the Kingdom of Insomina's beloved Oracle. It is his destiny to heal the people and ail Lunafreya in her quest to collect the royal arms and breathe light into the world. The public sees the determined Oracle as he attends to his duties, but behind closed doors his three companions see the sick and frail Oracle that is suffering complications for living up to his pre-destined duty. Which is unfortunate because Noctis wants nothing more than to live a normal life, unconfined by castle walls and Imperial Forces.

Words: 5011, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Noct might need a hospital visit

Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Relationships: Background Lunafreya Nox Fleuret/Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum, Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia

Additional Tags: Oracle Noctis Lucis Caelum, Role Reversal, Roleswap AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sick Character, Family Bonding, FFXV with my unique spin, Exhaustion, Terminal Illnesses, Background romantic relationship, Mainly focusing on Ignis and Noctis, And Noct and Prompto, Prompto is still a plebe but now he serves the oracle :), Fainting, Queen Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, The Bro group and the Lady group are present, Minor Aranea Highwind, Minor Gentiana, Minor Iris Amicitia, Best Friends, Domestic Fluff, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Reminiscing, headcanon heavy, Dialogue Heavy, Hurt Noctis Lucis Caelum, Whump, Want a fic where Noctis is the oracle and suffers a lot?, You came to the right place homie, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing, Prompto is clumsy but he is doing is best for Noct, Ignis is attached to Noct pls dont separate them

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45605932

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by kalterna “One of the rules of the Lucian outdoors was to never let your guard down. Even during the night. Especially during the night, when a daemon could be hiding in every shadow, ready to pounce.” After a daemon attack leaves Prompto, Ignis and Gladio severely wounded and on the verge of death, Noctis has to fight exhaustion and injuries of his own in a bid to save their lives. Words: 3859, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English Fandoms: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum , Prompto Argentum , Ignis Scientia , Gladiolus Amicitia Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia Additional Tags: Hurt Noctis Lucis Caelum , Noctis Whump , Whump , Hurt/Comfort , Angst , Hurt Everyone , but mostly Noct , BAMF Noctis Lucis Caelum , Blood and Injury , Action , Worried Noctis Lucis Caelum , Daemons and Delirium , Confused Noctis Lucis Caelum , Head Injury , Scared Noctis Lucis Caelum , Worried Chocobros , Protectiveness , Noct thinks he's fine , He's not