He's warm, bold, and small. Asleep beneath the greening palms, slouched against the bark, siting upon his throne made of white sands. He's the hero, chosen by the Keyblade. Despite the battles lingering against his skin, he shuts his eyes without care, and Riku smooths the hair atop his head, marveling at the perfection that is his hero.

To be bound to the shore by the changing ocean waves, to have your feet seemed glued to the earth, or to have your destiny as untouchable as the sky. This is what its like living on the Destiny Islands, except the sky ties each destiny together.

The simplest things usually go unnoticeable by people, yet, they are sometimes the most important things to recall in life. During Nate's teenage years. Rated T for language. Prompts are welcomed!

"Three words couldn't really have been any stronger or more effective..." Nate and Sully fanfic as usual, no slash, of course. Nate gets to tell Sully something he's just never said in twenty years. T for language.

"I remembered how terrified you were back on the roof in Cartagena. You looked like you'd just seen hell kid, in which case you did." "I think I can handle that old man. I've grown up since then."

Just another little fanfiction about Sully and Nate's father/son relationship during Nate's childhood. Read and Review!

Just wanted to write about Nathan and Sully's father/son relationship. This is based after the Cartagena chapter. Read and review please!