gundaggers
serious minds, tender hearts
squall leonhart + ignis scientiaaesthetics / art / writing
380 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
simplethings303
The amazing world of Cakez🎂😋💋
naus1ca
Anime Aesthetic
aoimesuzume
A DEAD MAN
roxys1-tenorio4
BE YOURSELF
Text
old fandom friend just followed the hartentia blog… reread the only hartentia fic in existence yesterday…. hartentia nation i have not forgotten abt you i will feed you soon
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
mr can’t handle affection, and mr all too aware of it
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
@gundaggers
Continued from HERE
The trip to his bed had been a blur; an uncomfortable must of motion that he could have done by himself. Squall could have slumped along on autopilot until reaching his room. He didnt need help. He didn’t need someone like Ignis to coddle him, but…
Hyne,
...those fingers felt good as they graced his burning brow. They were cool and compassionate and willing to sacrifice their time for his comfort. This was love. This was what it felt like to be loved. Having Ignis hover above his bed was completely different than being monitored by a physician or examined by an anxious instructor.
It was sincere.
Ignis' concern was consistent and unconditional. Squall hooked an arm over the man's shoulders and pulled him down, into the heat of his fever where his delirium could be passed through a gentle brush of lips. He kissed his caretaker. He connected with closed lashes and raised his free hand to fondle the edge of Ignis' wilting collar. Squall had melted into the moment.
He'd been coaxed by a single caress.
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
@scarcrossed
The hall was crowded, but he managed to catch up with him. “Hey, Squall-“ Ignis stepped in front of his friend to stop him. Squall barely looked up to acknowledge his presence.
“No offense meant, but, you look… ill.” He was pallid, shoulders hanging more inward than usual. Ignis pressed the back of his hand to Squall’s forehead.
“Are you feeling alright?”
14 notes
·
View notes
