I know I’m late on the @hurt-noct-week pain train for this one, and I won’t bother that account beyond the proper tagging (bc they’ve worked hard over there the last week!), but here we go.

Prompts utilized:  Drugging our boi and doing things to this boi that happen when bad people drug others.

This is an area I have absolutely not written in before, and it’ll likely show.  While I don’t get too explicit (I guess depending on one’s idea of ‘explicit’), I’m bumping the rating from Mature to Explicit for the following:

Trigger/Content Warnings:  Aforementioned bad person drugging an innocent person and doing the thing that consequently usually happens as a goal, but also Noctis handling it in possibly the WORST way imaginable, from the self-blame to a decision that’s honestly… not great, but I think would probably be his choice. :/

For day 7 @hurt-noct-week

@hurt-noct-week Day 5 - A council member tries to kill Regis a la Julius Caesar in front of Noctis, who jumps in front of his dad.

Man, day six and seven are gonna be late, but I’m doing it!  I’M DOING IT.  And received a wish to see one of the other days expanded upon, so I will totally be doing so in time.  (tbh, I think this is weak, but I think the next two will be betterish.)

TW: Major character death, graphic description of death.

Entry for the Free Day of the @hurt-noct-week!

This started out as Day 5: Teenage Noctis phoenix down’d after an assassination attempt, but it’s more of a captivity story.

Wordcount: 10k

Rating: mature  

no romantic pairings

Warnings: captivity, non-consensual drug use, blood, (graphic) temporary character death,  violence, drug induced hallucinations,

Summary:

 The phoenix down is just there under his clothes, feeling slightly warmer than his skin. Having it on becomes a new part of ordinary, like his wristband. Absence would be horrifying, but the presence is nothing notable.

 Until it isn’t.

My late entry for @hurt-noct-week Day One: Noct’s Carbuncle charm gets lost / Car crash

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia & Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum & Ignis Scientia, Noctis Lucis Caelum & Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, Carbuncle  Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Father-Son Relationship, Daddy Issues, Friendship, Noctis Lucis Caelum-centric, Car Accidents, Concussions, Blood, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Hurt Noctis Lucis Caelum, Relationship Study, Hurt Noct Week

Summary:

There wasn’t much of his dad left to Noctis now. Sure, there were the memories. But sometimes, he needed something more tangible, something to touch and to hold on to. There was the Regalia, the one thing left in this world that still carried the scent of Dad’s embrace. And there was the little Carbuncle figurine that reminded him how Dad had always watched over his sleep, promising sweet dreams to him. They made him feel safe and protected. They were his safe havens, his treasures, because that was all that was left. If he lost them— —If he lost them it was like losing his dad all over again.

For HurtNoctWeek Day One: Noct’s Carbuncle charm gets lost. / Car crash

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Big shout-out to my awesome beta reader @kitsune138 who put up with my abysmal time management skills this time around. I love you!!

@hurt-noct-week Day 4 prompts:  Closing a wound while awake and without anything for pain.

TW: This one isn’t too bad, but if you have a fear of needles/getting stitched up, that could be a problem.

Ache

Written for @hurt-noct-week day 7

Prompts

• FREE/CATCH-UP DAY • Prompt: Noct survives but deals with things like phantom pains and residual effects from using the ring.

The pain woke him early in the morning. Noctis realized that his days of sleeping in were long over as his arm throbbed. His other injuries still hurt, but the lasting damage from the ring reached deep into his bones.

The morning light crept through the broken windows of the abandoned inn the four of them decided to spend the night in. Noct reminded himself to be grateful there was morning light.

Sitting up on the dusty bed he felt his joints crack. His father had developed arthritis early in life. The signs started before his hair turned grey. If he never had to use the ring or the power of the crystal again, he wondered how long before his symptoms became worse.

Gladio and Prompto were still asleep. The darkness destroyed most people’s sense of day and night, which was why he was surprised to see Ignis awake.

“I almost thought you were going to start making breakfast,” Noct said.

“I could, though there’s only stale bread and some leeks until we resupply.”

He drank from the hot tea he had made himself, since Ebony was rarer to find. Noct leaned against the wall and looked out the window.

“I probably wouldn’t eat it anyways.”

“Still picky.”

Noct’s right hand hurt again. He gripped it closely, with his left.

“Does it still hurt?” Ignis said.

“A bit,” Noct had grown used to Ignis’s perception. “It’s been two weeks since I last used the ring.”

Ignis felt for the counter and put down the tea.

“It’s too soon to assume anything.”

Noctis kept looking at the sunrise. Even the falling dust seemed to sparkle in the light.

“Did it ever stop hurting?” Noct said.

“No, not really.” He picked up his tea again.

Waiting

Written for @hurt-noct-week day 5. Don’t know if this one fully fits the rules but here you go.

“You’ll need a new suit and tie before you go out in front of the press,” Cor said, “I hope you have a speech prepared.”

Noct’s tie and suit jacket had been cut by the dagger, but didn’t have the chance to cut through skin. Still, Noct could tell that Cor was angry with him, even if he held off on the lecture. No one else was permitted in the waiting room. The glaives had secured the floor in case of another assassination attempt. Not even Ignis or Gladio had been allowed to wait with him.

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This is my entry for @hurt-noct-week. I’m publishing it on free day but it can be read as inspired from the prompt “Noct learns the truth of his fate/the full prophecy when he’s still young.”

Summary: Sixteen years old Noctis has to undergo a sacred ritual to know the full prophecy.

Here’s Day 5 of @hurt-noct-week the prompt I used was “Noct is phoenix downed after an assassination attempt.” It took me a hit minute to paint this, especially since, no matter how many times I draw noctis, he still takes the longest for me to draw.

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@hurt-noct-week Day 6: Dubcon/noncon and  Noct is kidnapped and sold in a slave auction. Rating: Mature Warnings: Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Sexual Slavery, Slave Trade, Implied/Referenced Torture, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Non-Consensual Touching, Drug Addiction Pairings: Noctis/Ardyn

For day 6 @hurt-noct-week

kinktober day 27: Noctis/Ignis, exhibitionism/voyeurism/degradation (first bid slavery au)

Yooooooo, this continues directly from day 24’s fill and is even more badwrong. Luckily the requestor for today was @r3zuri and I know she loves badwrong haha. Also doubling as a day 6 of @hurt-noct-week fill for the slavery prompt! This takes place in the same Niflheim wins AU. If you don’t want to catch up on all that, what you need to know for this one is that Niflheim wins, Noct was sold at a slave auction, Ravus bought him to protect him, and now they’re at a party where Ravus is trying to buy Ignis for the same reason.

WARNINGS: drug usage, drugged sex, characters incapable of consent, forced to have sex for entertainment, slavery. This really pushes the extreme dubcon line into noncon depending on your opinion of the matter – both parties physically enjoy the sex but consent is lacking.

I can’t believe that THIS is the longest thing I wrote for Kinktober but I guess it’s because I wanted to write this anyway… Also this is too long for Tumblr mobile so you’re gonna have to read it on ao3.

“You’ve only just acquired your first slave and you’re in the market for more already?  I suppose you must have realized what you’ve been missing out on, High Commander,” the woman says, her tone bland and polite.  Noctis tries to keep his face impassive as she looks him over, pretending to bow his head in submission and not notice.

“Perhaps, Lady Tummelt,” Ravus replies.  He doesn’t sound happy, but then, Ravus never sounds happy so it seems nobody expects him to.  "Your slave is the former advisor to the prince of Lucis, did you know that? I thought it might be … amusing to reunite them again.“

"Indeed,” Ardyn cuts in, sliding Ignis off his lap, “it would be rather poetic.”  He pats Ignis on the ass, and Ignis blinks owlishly at him before returning to his mistress and kneeling at her feet.  He doesn’t make eye contact with Noctis, doesn’t seem to notice him at all, and Noctis’s stomach twists uncomfortably. “I’m surprised you brought your new slave with you tonight, Ravus,” he continues.  "I thought perhaps you’d like to keep him to yourself for a while. It’s not every day one gets the chance to debauch a virgin prince. Although I have to say, given how much you hated his father, I’m surprised you didn’t just kill him as soon as you got him home.“

Noctis forces himself to take slow, deep breaths and not to clench his fists.  His body is starting to tremble with rage, though, and it’s getting harder and harder to keep his composure.  He has to remind himself again that Ravus is on his side, here, even though he used to be on Ardyn’s. Ravus rests a hand on the back of his neck, squeezing gently.

"I will admit to being tempted,” Ravus says, “but my sister begged for mercy, and I was inclined to indulge her.  I’m of a mind to give him to her as a gift, and that would mean replacing him for myself. Lady Tummelt, how much would it take for you to part with this one?”  He gestures at Ignis, who is swaying slightly, eyes unfocused and hands resting on his knees.

“Well, he was rather costly,” Lady Tummelt says, “though I must say, he’s not very skilled at pleasing a woman.  Seems rather more inclined towards men, wouldn’t you say, Chancellor?”

“I found him quite engaging, my dear,” Ardyn replies.  Noctis isn’t sure whether he wants to murder Ardyn, throw up, or cry.  He does none of those things. Instead, he holds himself still and waits while Ravus negotiates a price.

As they close in on a figure, a younger man joins their group.  "Are you selling him already, Mother?“ he asks. "I’ve barely even had a chance to see what he can do.”

“He’s quite right,” Lady Tummelt says to Ravus.  "I said this slave wasn’t good at pleasing women, but Loqi might find him useful, wouldn’t you dear?“

The younger man – Loqi – tosses his hair in carefully constructed disdain.  "I prefer a slave who’s good at everything.” Noctis shivers as he feels Loqi’s eyes on him.  "The former prince, brought low,“ he observes, making Noctis’s skin crawl. "He is a pretty one, isn’t he.  Mother, if you’re going to sell your new slave, perhaps the High Commander might be inclined to give us some time with his slave as part of the deal.”

Ardyn, who has been watching this quietly, starts to chuckle.  "Why not have the two of them entertain us all? Put on a show, and then you can conclude your business deal.“

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@hurt-noct-week Day 3 Challenge as I furiously try to catch up and fail LMAO:  Nifs experiment on the Crystal and hurt our boyboyboy

It’s not a direct relation to the prompt, but it was definitely inspired by it?  Also I keep trying to write ‘prompto’ instead of ‘prompt’ pls send help

Trigger/Content warnings: Mentioned child abuse, graphic death of major character, other terrible things that go hand-in-hand of a terrible empire taking over another kingdom.