In the Shadow of the King Progress
So I kind of fell off the wagon a little bit and it took me also much longer to finish this zine than anticipated--but all the fics are finally done and edited! Just need to format and figure out printing for the limited run.
Since I don’t know if I’ve ever actually said this, In the Shadow of the King is a fanzine of all my own fanfic, focused on the Prompto/Gladio/Ignis relationship. It’s seven pieces in chronological order, following the boys through the canon plot of FFXV--four OT3 fics and three pair-focused pieces. None of these pieces will be posted online; they will only be available in this zine. And it’s so much longer than I anticipated. Whoops.
Before I get pre-orders up, I wanted to share a tiny bit from the last fic that’s, honestly, one of my favorite bits.
“Tell me about it?” Ignis asked quietly. He turned his scarred face up toward the light, eyes closed behind his darkened visor.
Gladio didn’t need to ask what “it” was. They’d done this so many times since the Dawn, it was second nature by now. He continued gently scratching at Prompto’s scalp as he looked back toward the growing light and considered how to describe it today. “It’s like evaporated roses in a watercolor tray. Like Prompto’s lips after a hundred kisses—”
“Hey!” Prompto opened one eye to glare half-heartedly at him.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are when we kiss you to death,” Gladio replied with a chuckle. He leaned down to kiss him gently before continuing his description of the morning light. “You remember that stained glass in the hall by Noct’s old room? It’s like that, but softer. If velvet could be light, that’s what it is.”
A quiet, contented smile landed on Ignis’ lips and he sighed. “You should have been a poet, darling.”
“I am.” Gladio laughed again. “Or did you forget I’m writing children’s books for Lily and the others?”
Ignis snorted. “That’s not what I meant. Limericks and cute rhymes aren’t the sonnets you’re capable of.”
“Maybe I want to keep my ‘sonnets’ for you two.”
“And the world is poorer for it.” Ignis turned his face back down and held out his hand.
Gladio took it and squeezed gently. “Flatterer.”
“Nah, he’s right.” Prompto grinned up at him and stretched up to bop Gladio’s nose with his fingertip. “You totally underestimate how good you are, dude.”
“Huh. Sounds like someone else I know.” Gladio smirked and returned the poke to the nose.
A faint rose color tinted Prompto’s cheeks, bringing out the faded freckles. “No clue who you’re talking about.”
“Perhaps we ought to agree neither of you use your creative talents to their fullest,” Ignis suggested, obviously amused. He lifted Gladio’s hand to his lips for a soft kiss to the knuckles. “A shame only the blind man can see how brilliant his husbands are.”
So, yeah. If you like my fanfic and are at all interested in supporting me, keep an eye on this space. Pre-orders should be up soon-ish for both digital and physical copies. I’m planning a limited print run, so if you want a hard copy, be sure to hop on pre-orders once they’re open!
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