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Patience and Secrets by SilverStarlights
Fandoms: Stormlight Archive - Brandon Sanderson
29 Jan 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
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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.” -
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“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Cor hears himself say. Part of him is horrified, but the majority is too focused on the small hand grabbing him.
“He’ll stay with me.”
After coming home from his latest recon mission in company of a small blond child, Cor takes on a very different set of challenges than he imagined.
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There are matching pajamas in a horrible fish pattern that Cor finds hunting through the bedroom for something to wear. This has Regis’ handwriting all over it. Cor is too tired to care.
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Apparently Ignis told Noctis ahead of time that Prompto “comes from a bad place and now has to learn how to be a child” and while accurate, Cor doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or cry when Noctis repeats it back and tells Prompto that he can help him practice sometime, if he wants to.
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He pulls an arm around Prompto, drawing him a little closer, then keeps it there.
“Sky blue” tastes like shit. It’s the best ice cream Cor’s ever had.○○○○○○○○○○○○
He sees Regis’ mouth twitch and it’s enough. Cor grabs the opened flour container from the counter and flings it at Regis without a conscious thought.
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Prompto is smiling.
He’s smiling at him, his whole face lit up with joy. It knocks the wind out of Cor’s lungs. -
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Cindy's face clears as Ignis' meaning settles over her and she says, "Oh, I understand how that must 'ave happened what with y'all working so close with our prince here."
Gladio outright laughs but Noctis manages to control himself to a little snort.
Ignis simply adjusts his glasses and bites back a smile.
"Sorry?" Cindy says.
"You're not the first one to assume our relationship developed due to a mutual, ah - admiration for Noct."
"But you're dead wrong," Noctis tells her.
"Oh," she says, looking confused again.
At that moment the fourth member of their party all but falls out of the convenience store, stumbling over his own feet but righting himself with a smile.
You'd have to be a complete idiot to miss the sappy lovesick expression they all wear as Prompto approaches with an armful of drinks for everyone. And Cindy could never be described as an idiot.
It's obvious the mutual admiration had been for someone else entirely.Alternatively: There's no favourites in their relationship but there is a majority consensus that it's all Prompto's fault they're in this mess in the first place even if he is the kind of idiot that forgets his own birthday.
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Prompto made him soft - not only for Prompto but the whole lot of them apparently.
Gladio doesn’t think he minds.○○○○○○○○○○○○
Ignis gets it. He really gets it. Prompto is - he’s something else.
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Generally Prompto doesn’t talk to anyone but him. Prompto’s friendly but he’s shy so unless someone actually comes up and talks to him Noct gets to keep him to himself. Which is the way he likes it.
Is that selfish? Possessive? Should Noct be concerned that he feels this way about Prompto?
Probably, definitely. Hopefully not.○○○○○○○○○○○○
“I’m going back to sleep,” Noct mumbles turning back onto his side, “Love you, you fuckin’ idiot.”
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“I love you,” Prompto says into Noct’s neck, “I love you, I love you.”
Gladio’s hand rubs up his spine and he teases, “Hear that? One for each of us.” -
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Prompto never told Gladio about his fear of storms, he never really wanted to admit as much. But it's hard to hide it when you share a tent daily for six months then intermittently for eight years after that.
“Gladio, do you like me?”
Gladio's never mentioned it either; but then, they never mention a lot of things. Not out loud.Alternatively: They came close once, but not really. And the world was so tough, that's all there was. But it's a new world now.
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“Coming back strong,” Ignis murmurs.
Prompto wants to say better than before, but that’s not true — can’t ever be true. The flowers could grow with pure gold petals and Prompto would still rather they didn’t exist, than exist with the weight of the sacrifice which brought them into the world.○○○○○○○○○○○○
But now? Prompto feels like he should be better, should be able to make it through a day without thinking about it, without losing his breath over the pain of this world he finds himself in.
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Prompto presses his palm against the stone, lets the chill of it seep into him until he shivers.
“I miss you,” Prompto says.
And then he has nothing else to add.○○○○○○○○○○○○
“He promised me. He said that we’d do this together — change the world. Make one world where everyone lives together. But instead, he’s not here and I’m trying to do it by myself, but no one likes me, no one's gonna listen to what I have to say. But I can’t quit, I can’t give up because what kind of man am I then? So, I’m stuck here, trying to change a world that hates me and he’s — he’s not.”
Prompto sniffs and a tear rolls down his cheek, scalding hot. Quincy gives a low, distressed whine so Prompto wipes it away with the back of his hand.
“He’s not here Gladio.”○○○○○○○○○○○○
“There’s grey in your hair,” Prompto whispers, touching his fingers to the strands at Gladio’s temple.
Gladio cracks one eye open.
“You get one old-man joke a day,” he mutters. “No more.”
“I like it,” Prompto promises. -
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"Buddy, I think it's upside-down," Prompto pointed out, peering around his elbow at the paper.
"It's not, I'm navigating," Noct snapped, wrenching it away. "You turn maps to navigate."
"Which marker are we heading for?" Gladio said, sounding weary.
"Which..." Noct looked closer. "Why the hell are there two markers?"
(One morning, the boys all come down sick. They all, independently, decide that they're going to hide it from everyone else. Laughter through tears is the best medicine. Kinkmeme fill, complete.)
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Noct tried to peer through the ice and was swept off his feet by the second snake. Gladio ran to block for him, skidded on the frost, landed on his side, slid past him and knocked over Ignis, who was still trying to unfog his glasses on his shirt.
"Never mind," Prompto said weakly, and slinked off to find a good sniper's angle as they cursed and tried to untangle their limbs.○○○○○○○○○○○○
His stomach growled again pathetically as his feet slid a couple inches across a patch of pebbles. Ignis, it moaned. Help me. Ignis. Feed me.
"You shut up," Noct grunted.○○○○○○○○○○○○
"Noct's uh, he's a friend of mine. And Gladio and Iggy," Prompto added after a moment. "They're also... well, you know, they might be okay without me, but they always make room for me anyway, and sometimes I can make Iggy laugh and it's pretty great. I made him snort his coffee once. And Gladio slaps me on the butt sometimes when he thinks I need cheering up." Prompto paused, trying to keep some emotion in check. "I feel like he really gets me," he confided, a little choked.
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Ignis, looking mildly disheveled, appeared to be the midst of kicking the shit out of a broken-down car next to a minor scrap heap in an empty parking lot. It wasn't their car. Nearby, Prompto looked as confused as Gladio felt, pistol trained on the car as if trying to determine whether or not it was a threat. There was a frog sitting on his shoulder.
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"So I don't understand," Noct said blandly to no one in particular, "how none of us mentioned that we were all dying."