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Chapter Masterpost!

Story Summary:

Set many years after the fall of Niflheim and the return of Dawn, the Lucians are busy rebuilding their kingdom. To better themselves, and prevent any more disasters and human experimentation, King Noctis sends recon teams to the Empire to procure technology. On one such mission, his daughter Corrianna and her Shield find something they would never have expected. Certain evils still lurk beneath the streets of the Niflheim capital, even after this many years.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen (NEW!!! 11/17/18)

“Noct!” barked Gladio, banging his fist on the table. “I get it. I get you don’t like it. I don’t like it, either. But what the hell do you think we were when we left the Crown City that day? Kids. Trained, with massive egos, but no real combat experience. They need to learn, just like we did.  My kids can hold their own. Cori has barely tapped into her potential in a fight. And Russ is stronger than I ever was. They’ll be fine.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16888362

Title: Tears You Can't Hide

Pairing: Promptis

Rating: T

Word Count: 1127

archiveofourown.org/works/16888482

Title: And Then There Were Four

Pairing: OT4

Rating: T

Word Count: 3107

archiveofourown.org/works/16888548

Title: Textually Transmitted Diseases

Pairing: GladNoct and Promnis

Rating: T

Word Count: 1731 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16888644

Title: All Work and No Play

Pairing: Gladnis

Rating: T

Word Count: 1959

Pairing: Promptis

Word Count: 219

Rating: E

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14969156/chapters/35597985

               He had heard of things being breathtaking before, but he never experienced it. Not truly, anyway. Not until now. This was so bright, so stunningly beautiful he wasn’t sure what to do. It made his heart beat funny, made his stomach flutter and his knees shake. This was…this was something else.

               “Uh…Noct? You okay, bud?”

               Licking his lips, Noctis focused on the bright, happy, slightly concerned freckled face before him.

               “No,” he answered, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

               Prompto’s brow twitched into worry. “What’s wrong? What can I do?”

               Noctis’ heart hammered hard against his ribs. “Um…” he gestured awkwardly at his face.

               The blond cocked his head. “I don’t…I don’t understand.”

               Lips twitching, Noctis tried to convey what he wanted, but his voice refused to work, and the muscles of his face seemed frozen.

               Shuffling closer, Prompto leaned in, lips parted. “Talk to me, bud.”

               Noctis’ body moved without thought; he lifted his hands, cupped Prompto’s cheeks, pressed his thumbs into the corners of the man’s lips, and spread his mouth into a mockery of a grin.

               Shocked silence passed between the boys before Prompto grinned in earnest. A bubbly giggle escaped his chest as he wrapped his hands around Noctis’ wrists. “Dude!”

I designed 2 versions of the cover for my 2nd book. I definitely like the second design better. It still keeps the color scheme I wanted, but it just feels better. Theo is always represented by purple and Adonis is always represented by red, yet at the same time, I feel the two colors sort of feel like police lights which works well with the theme of the book.

Pairing: Promptis

Word Count: 113

Rating: E

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14969156/chapters/35626824

               “You’re sure?”

               A soft nod.

               “Really?”

               Another nod, now accompanied by a gentle smirk.

               “Tell me the truth; are you absolutely, positively sure?”

               “Prompto?”

               “Yeah?”

               “Are you asking because you’re worried for me, or because you’re nervous?”

               “…Both?”

               A soft laugh rumbled in Noctis’ chest and he shoved his hands into his pockets. “I trust you, okay?”

               “I dunno…You’re really sure about this?” Prompto eyed the other man.

               “Won’t know until we try, right?”

               Prompto let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know.”

               Noctis pressed the keys to the Regalia into Prompto’s palm. “Let’s go!”

Chapter Masterpost!

Story Summary:

Set many years after the fall of Niflheim and the return of Dawn, the Lucians are busy rebuilding their kingdom. To better themselves, and prevent any more disasters and human experimentation, King Noctis sends recon teams to the Empire to procure technology. On one such mission, his daughter Corrianna and her Shield find something they would never have expected. Certain evils still lurk beneath the streets of the Niflheim capital, even after this many years.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve (NEW!!! 10/16/18)

Character Test for Vincent Sheridan

               “I hate my job, I hate my job, I hate my job!” Clambering up to the top of the tallest, okay, the only tree he could find, Vince narrowly avoided spending the rest of his life missing his left ass cheek. Sitting would have been a bitch. He’d be lopsided all the time, pants wouldn’t fit right, his lovers wouldn’t have anything to grab onto. All those poor, disappointed people. It would be an absolute affront to human…humanoid kind if he were reduced to half an ass.

               Desert creatures, similar to dogs, but lankier and with webbed paws to swim through sand, yipped at him. Thank whatever Higher Power existed these mutts were not designed to climb.

               Then again…he was pretty much fucked. If the critters didn’t get bored and leave, he’d probably end up dying of heat stroke. The heat on this Godforsaken planet was stupidly intense, even with no sun.

               “What the hell is the point of weather control towers if they just want to keep it so hot you could slow-roast an entire damn cow?” Vince sighed, scowling at the dogs. Shaking his head, he turned his periwinkle eyes toward the perma-night sky. He hadn’t been able to experience real sunlight, which made him a bit sad, but since he never knew the feeling of natural heat, he couldn’t say he missed it.

               Sighing, Vince pulled out his brand new mobile video call device. Kinda like the old cell phones, but better, and three times as much money. He held it above his head to try and pick up any signal, forgetting the Out Planets weren’t like home. Back on Parset, the entire planet was covered for mobile and network signal, including the deepest wilds.

               “Oh good, no signal and a nearly dead battery. Fan-fucking-tastic.” Shoving the mobile back in his pocket, Vince let out a groan. The dog-things continued to make noise at the base of the tree, and as every minute ticked by, his survival looked less and less likely.

               The golden sand rippled, even though there was no wind.

               “Uh-oh! You idiots are in for it now!” he told the canines. “Makin’ all that noise, you’ve woken up sand dragons!” Reclining against the curve of the tree trunk, Vincent grinned as one by one the beasts were yanked into the sand. No noise, no blood, no evidence they were even there.

               When he was sure the beasts were gone, Vincent hopped down from his perch. Boots sinking in the sand, he took a few steps and propped his hands on his hips as he surveyed his surroundings.

               “Nothing but sand. Everywhere. Ugh.” Taking a deep breath, he started walking. He couldn’t see the camouflaged tomb he escaped from—duh, it’s not camouflaged for fun, jackass—but he knew he was heading in the opposite direction. Hopefully toward a settlement. Which could lead him to a city. From the city, he could get home. Well, to his home planet, anyway. Actual home was not a place he was allowed to be right now. But he’d fix that.

               The sand next to his feet swirled and churned, tiny little sinkholes opening with every step he took.

               “Really, guys? You know you can’t hunt me,” he scolded, looking down at the trail beside him.

               The ground rumbled, grains of sand jumping with the vibration.

               Vincent shook his head and rolled his eyes. “You aren’t gonna scare me, fellas. I’m no desert virgin. Or…any kind of virgin for that matter.”

               The sand continued to swirl as the creature beneath followed along beside him. Vincent clicked his tongue as he trudged forward. Occasionally, he would glance down at the trail beside him, wondering if the little guys would ever show themselves. These must be the babies because the adults would already be swarming him.

               With nothing but the crunch of his boots in the sand to occupy his mind, Vincent slogged through the dunes, over the dunes, and around the dunes. Heat reflected off the golden grains and sweat dripped down his skin.

               “Ugh. The swamp ass is real,” he complained to the open desert. Swallowing thickly, he silently wished for some water. He was losing too much fluid through sweat.

               Beside him, the sand continued to swirl, small puffs of dust shooting upward. His companions were close to the surface now.

               “Oh, c’mon. Don’t make me come in after you. I don’t bite.” Keeping his eyes ahead, he kept walking without acknowledging the sand-dwellers further.

               Ten silent minutes passed as he continued his trek. There was a gentle tug on the drawstring of his capri pant leg. Ignoring it, he kept moving. The tugging sensation traveled up the back of his pants, stopping at his belt.

               Vincent pushed his sweat-soaked bangs out of his eyes and smirked when there was a rustling between his tee shirt and tank top at the small of his back. Tiny pokes now accompanied the tug on his clothes.

               Soon, a tiny, scaled snout peeked out from under the collar of his tee shirt and through the heavy strands of his ponytail.

               “Hello there, little friend,” Vincent greeted with a smile as the critter fully emerged. “All by yourself?”

               Slitted nostrils flared as the tiny thing huffed out a breath.

               Vincent chuckled, noticing the sand had stopped swirling. “So you’re the one who saved my ass back there?”

               The creature huffed again.

               “A dangerous little dragon!” Vincent declared proudly, lifting his hand to his shoulder. The sand dragon crawled into his palm, chortling and huffing in excitement.

               Grinning, Vincent held his hand up to study the little thing. The long four-legged serpent curled up to lo larger than his palm, its clawed forefeet gripping the heel of his hand. Soft diamond-shaped scales of varying size covered its leathery skin, bright pink eyes stared up at him, and its miniaturized fantasy dragon-shaped head tilted in contemplation. This guy wasn’t very old, Vincent surmised, as the color of his scales hadn’t changed to their ungodly hot pink hue, and he had yet to sprout his wings. When full grown, he would be about as long as Vincent’s arm, wrist to shoulder.

               Tired of being stared at, the little dragon uncurled, scrambled up his arm, and nestled back into the length of his ponytail. Just the tip of his nose poked out.

               “All right, I get it. You can come along, I suppose. But just until we get back to Lyahn. Got it?”

               The dragon huffed, digging its tiny claws into his shoulder.

               “Hey, don’t take it personally! Girls don’t like lizards, and I don’t like when things cramp my style.”

               The dragon rumbled now, slipping the tip of its tail under the collar of his tee shirt.

               “Seriously, little buddy. You belong out here.”

               The snout retreated into the ponytail.

               Vincent tossed his hands up. “Fine! Guess its dick again tonight. But I’m topping this time, you hear me?”

               The dragon chortled.

               “Why am I telling you? You don’t care who sticks what where. But if I don’t pick up a real cutie, you’re coming right back here, understand?” Vincent glanced at his shoulder.

               The sand dragon erupted from his hair, quickly twirled around his neck, and nuzzled the scruff on his jawline.