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The group take on a job the requires them to go back to Fociaugh Hollow, but upon arrival there is a cave in and the four of them are trapped inside. This wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that Prompto has fallen ill and failed to tell anyone.
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01 Mar 2026
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"What have you gotten yourself into?" Gladio asked, not expecting an answer as he wrapped and arm around the blonde, trying to provide as much warmth as he could.
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SPOILERS: Chapter 9-End
Ignis tries to cope with the events of chapter nine. He gets there eventually.
Learning to deal with his feelings, however, takes a lot longer. But he gets there in the end.Series
- Part 1 of years & years
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28 Feb 2026
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“I’ll miss you,” Ignis admits in a soft voice.
“I’ll miss you too.” Prompto huffs. “I’m so tired of missing you.”○○○○○○○○○○○○
Ignis wants to stand up and pace, but his legs feel like they’d give out from underneath him. “I can’t die for Noctis if I want to live for Prompto.”
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“Will you make breakfast in the morning?”
Ignis swallows. It feels like he’s swallowing one of his daggers, and it’s piercing all the way through to his heart. “Of course, Noct. Will you wake up early and help?”
“Sure.” Noctis makes a noise between a laugh and a sob. “Just like old times.” -
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“You stole it.”
The man's voice is wet and rough as though his throat is as waterlogged as his hair.
“I didn’t steal anything,” Noctis defends reflexively. Confused and concerned he takes a step towards the strangers as his knees wobble, threatening to give way completely.
“You stole it,” he repeats. “Took it from me—it’s mine. I…I need it back. You stole—”
He hits the sand before Noctis can reach him, falling down and staying there with limbs horribly askew.Alternatively: Noctis' quiet island life is disturbed by a naked man washing up on his beach. The last thing he expects to learn from him is that all the legends are true.
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- Part 1 of where the tide rushes in
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28 Feb 2026
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“Hey,” Noctis breathes, lowering onto his knees before him. “If you lost something, it’s okay. I’ll help you find it.”
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Prompto snorts and the noise alone is enough to make Noctis smile. Prompto should always be happy, as bright as his hair and the light in his eyes.
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“I want you,” Prompto tells him without shame.
Noctis kisses along the sharp edge of Prompto’s jaw to work a mark right against the edge of his throat, hidden behind his ear, a curl of his sunny hair.
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Kaladin Stormblessed is an EMT and Vietnam veteran in 1975 Los Angeles. He's long been defined by his inability to look away when something is wrong. Night after night, he responds to scenes of unexplained deaths—bodies drained of blood, marked by strange bite wounds—while the police dismiss the cases as coincidences or refuse to investigate at all. When one of the victims turns out to be someone Kaladin knew years ago, his professional detachment finally shatters.
Driven by grief and a stubborn sense of duty, Kaladin begins investigating on his own, uncovering a hidden Los Angeles that exists behind velvet curtains and neon lights: a secret society of vampires locked in ancient clan wars. As he is drawn deeper into this dangerous underworld, Kaladin meets Adolin, a vampire who defies everything Kaladin believes about monsters and humanity. Their encounter challenges Kaladin’s understanding of good and evil—and sets him on a path that will change his life, blurring the line between the man he was and the world he's now part of.
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12 Feb 2026
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The city had secrets.
And daylight, he was starting to realize, didn’t make them go away.○○○○○○○○○○○○
With every step, he realized the truth: the city he thought he knew was only the surface. Beneath it lay a hidden world, more dangerous, more intricate, and far older than he could have imagined. And now, he was trapped in it—whether he wanted to be or not.
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Patience and Secrets by SilverStarlights
Fandoms: Stormlight Archive - Brandon Sanderson
21 Feb 2026
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They didn’t call Kaladin “alpha” anymore.
Not in Sadeas’ warcamp, where brands burned deeper than any scent ever could. The others in Bridge Four—mostly betas, a scant number of quiet omegas—looked at him with uncertainty, like his designation must surely be a mistake. Alphas weren’t supposed to be hollow-eyed and starving. They weren’t supposed to flinch at raised voices or brace for blows that never came.
Alphas led. They protected.
Kaladin carried bridges.
He kept his scent dulled, instinctively reined in, flat as the shattered plains around him. It was safer that way. Alphas drew attention, and attention got people killed. So he forced himself into quiet obedience, shoulders bowed, breath contained, the way a man swallows a scream.
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He knows, Adolin realized. He doesn’t know what, but he knows I’m hiding something.
Before Adolin stepped away, he caught one last image:
Bridge Four laughing—tired, strained, but real.
Life in a place designed for death.
Adolin swallowed, throat tight.
They deserved better than this.
And if the day came when they needed help—when Sadeas finally decided to break what he feared—Adolin Kholin would not be late.Bookmarked by ShrimpDecim
04 Feb 2026
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“You didn’t bow. You protected.”
Kaladin blinked. “Felt a lot like bowing to me.”
“No,” Rlain said. “It felt like leadership.”○○○○○○○○○○○○
Adolin hesitated, instinct warring with caution. A beta would walk away. An omega pretending to be a beta should definitely walk away.
Instead, he said quietly, “I can request reassignment of your crew.”○○○○○○○○○○○○
Kaladin’s chest tightened—not with hope, but with the fear of it. “People like him don’t help men like us.”
Rlain’s reply was immediate. “People like him don’t exist often enough to make rules about.”○○○○○○○○○○○○
Another noble scoffed. “Please. Adolin is well-mannered, charming, socially cooperative—”
“Gentle,” someone added.
Adolin’s fork bent slightly under his fingers.
Dalinar’s eyes went glacial.
Renarin leaned toward his brother—the smallest possible movement—shielding, supportive, instinctive.
“And what,” Renarin asked softly, “is wrong with gentle men?”○○○○○○○○○○○○
Protect quietly—his mother used to say—because real compassion doesn’t need witnesses.
He walked on, head high, scent perfectly muted, omega instincts coiled and satisfied.○○○○○○○○○○○○
“You felt safe,” he said.
Adolin laughed, humorless. “I felt exposed.”
“Those aren’t opposites,” Renarin murmured.○○○○○○○○○○○○
“You think I didn’t see? He looked at you like the world was ending. And you—”
Kaladin tensed.
Moash swallowed. “You looked back.”