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Gladnis Week 2019 Prompt 2

Staring at the unassuming bag of marshmallows in the supermarket, nearly made him cry.  The sudden memory of his dad’s laughter flooded his senses.  Swallowing hard Gladio worked to overcome the lump in his throat.  He didn’t need to breakdown in the store, so he focused on breathing and continued with his shopping.  

Thirty minutes later he was walking back home to the apartment he shared with Ignis.  The seemingly harmless bag of marshmallows was in amongst the other groceries.  Gladio had gone down the aisle three times before he picked up the item.  Each pass gave him more emotions to fight.  His first camping trip with his dad, the smell of the fire, and the sweet taste of the s’more they’d made together.  

It had been a two years since the dawn, and things were slowly starting to get back to normal. As evidenced by the ability to produce fluffed sugar again.  Digging in his pockets for his key Gladio realized that he’d never seen Ignis eat a s’more.  

Despite Ignis lacking his sight, the man knew right away that something was wrong.  “Did something happen at the store?  Were they out of what we needed for dinner?”

“Nah, I made myself sad.”

“How on Eos did you do that?” Ignis asked as he walked over to embrace his husband.  

“I saw a bag of marshmallows.” Gladio could feel Ignis stiffen in his hold; he clearly didn’t know how to respond.  “They reminded me of my dad.” Gladio offered to spare Ignis any confusion.

“Ah I think understand.” Ignis murmured quietly. “What did you and your dad do with marshmallows exactly. I didn’t take either of you for the fancy dessert types.”

Gladio snorted at that reply.  “Nope, we aren’t, but you can make s’mores with them.”

“Oh.”

“You like s’mores don’t you?”

“I suppose.” Ignis offered with a slight shrug.  

Picking up on the subtle tell Gladio pushed Ignis back by his shoulders.  “You’ve never had one had you?  I can’t believe you’ve never eaten a s’more.”      

“I didn’t say that!” Ignis huffed.  

“But it’s true! I can tell by your body language.” Gladio pushed.  “We have to make them tonight!”

Ignis smiled finally but still looked confused.  “Don’t you need an open fire for such an activity?”

“We can cook using the grill on the patio, and then after dinner I’ll craft a makeshift fire.”  He replied excitedly.  Gladio was very much looking forward to making his childhood snack. He was even more enthusiastic about it, since he was going to share it with his husband.  

Ignis agreed to the hair brained scheme and started preparing the side dishes for dinner, while Gladio cooked the meat.  Opting to eat on the patio to enjoy the pleasant cool evening air, Gladio was able to relax.  The memories that had bombarded him in the supermarket had lessened.  He had plenty of distractions during dinner, his handsome husband, good food, and teasing talk of what dessert would entail.  

Finally after the all the dishes had been cleaned and put away, it was time to make s’mores.   Gladio was struck with a horrible thought, once the fire in the grill was big enough to roast the marshmallow.   “Babe – uh – you know the process right? You remember the basics of s’mores don’t cha?” He asked worriedly.  He was prepared to instruct Ignis on the finer techniques of roasting the small round fluff of sugar, but he’d been assuming Ignis knew at least that much.  Otherwise, teaching a literal blind man the whole process was slightly daunting.  

“I do remember there is some art to getting the marshmallow not to burn.”  He replied reaching out his hands for the long skewer they were using. “Instruct me.”  He requested.  

Gladio was eternally grateful he’d bought the big bag of marshmallows as Ignis had set at least seven of them aflame.  “I know you like fire, but they don’t taste good all burnt.” Gladio laughed.  

“I’m going on smell love, I can only smell them when they catch fire.”

That made Gladio pause, how the heck was going to figure that out. “Uh – well then you will have to listen to me when I tell you take it out of the fire.”  Ignis shrugged and focused his attention back on his task. His tongue was sticking out slightly as he worked and marshmallow number seven, or was it eight – caught fire.  An idea blossomed in Gladio’s head and he got up to grab something.  “Ok this might work.” He announced upon his return.  

The marshmallow burning thankfully died down after that.  Gladio had grabbed a griddle pan and was using it as a shield to prevent the spread of fire.  When he deemed the fluffy treat to be perfectly roasted, he blocked the fire by placing the pan underneath the marshmallow.  Then by Gladio’s instruction Ignis gently guided it over to the s’more creation station.  Which in reality was a bucket flipped upside down covered in plates with graham crackers and chocolate.

“So they are really messy.” Gladio warned as he handed over the plate.  “Please be careful.”

“How messy?” He asked with a narrowed eye.  

“Sticky fingers, chocolate on your face.  That kinda messy.” He admitted fondly.  “It’s great, it’s all part of the process.”  

Ignis didn’t answer but took the plate and attempted to take a bite. He did fairly well but soon enough the gooey marshmallow and melted chocolate was dripping down his chin.  “This is yummy but very hard to eat.” He offered somewhat in defeat.  

“Hey babe, don’t get discouraged.  You’re in luck; you have a willing husband right here who wants nothing more than to feed you that delicious treat.”  

Laughing Ignis leaned in closer to Gladio.  “I, for once, am more than happy to let you help me.”

“You just don’t want sticky fingers, I’m onto you!” Gladio exclaimed, though he was happy about Ignis’ willingness to let him assist.  He was going to cherish this memory, and the activity had lessened the pain from his earlier feelings.  

Ignis throat clearing brought him back to the present.  “We need to roast more, where’s my stick?”

“Astrals, you want to burn more stuff!”

Ignis merely dissolved in to a fit of giggles as they sat around the tiny fire.  “It’s fun!” He defended.

“Yes it is.”  Gladio replied with a grin.  “You’re the best babe.”

“Thank you for letting me share this with you, I’ve had a delightful evening.”  

“Anything for you.” Gladio offered and he meant it.  

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FAMISHED! feat. College All-Nighter!Gladnis : @gladnis2018

… and FAMISHED NO MORE: The Omake! feat. NoodleMascot!Gladnis

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@gladnis2018 gladnis week day 3 - status ailments You gotta kiss a frog to turn it into a prince right???

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Too Sweet to Eat

Link: Ao3 Title: Too Sweet to Eat Rating: Teen+ Pairings: Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia Warnings: - Summary: Lately, Gladio hasn’t been eating Ignis’s desserts. What happened to Ignis’s favorite taste tester?

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Another dessert left untouched. Ignis collected the plate and took it into the kitchen. He removed the slice of cake and placed it back with the rest of the round, then placed the glass cover of the dish over the top to make sure the cake stayed moist.

Something had to be wrong with Gladio.

Ignis had noticed it a few weeks ago. Since then, he had put himself through his paces, making his desserts increasingly more decadent and attractive. He’d seen Gladio wibble a few times, pick up a utensil, then set it rigidly back down...

Was his cooking not good enough for the burly man anymore?

Ignis went to his bookshelf and pulled out his notebook. Desperate times called for desperate measures. He sifted through his notebook until he found the recipe he was looking for. Honey glazed, bacon wrapped figs with a whipped goat’s cheese topping. Sweet fruit with cheese and meat? There was no way the beautifully muscled man would be able to resist. Ignis adjusted his glasses, feeling confident.

It was nothing compared to the feelings that overwhelmed him when the other man hesitated to taste it the next day.

“What’s wrong?” Ignis asked, taking his seat at the head of the table again.

Gladio lifted his eyes from the plate in front of him. Tears were welling up in them. Ignis was shocked.

“What’s wrong?” he asked again.

“There aren’t any bits of cake or bread or anything hidden in the center of this I should know about, are there?” Gladio’s voice wobbled hopefully. “It’s just meat and cheese and fruit?”

“And honey,” Ignis replied, baffled. “What on earth does that have to do with anything?”

“Hold on.” Gladio raised a finger to put Ignis on pause while he scooped up a honey glazed fig with his other hand. He put the whole thing in his mouth and moaned, his eyes rolling back in head. His eyelids fluttered shut over them as he chewed. FInally, he swallowed. Then he sighed contentedly, leaning forward. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s just been so long since I’ve able to eat one of your desserts.”

“Able?!”

Gladio grimaced, looking a little embarrassed. “Yeah. They’ve all been so carb heavy lately, and...apparently that’s not good for me anymore, so – ”

Ignis interupted him there. “Hold on, excuse me, what?” He raised his eyebrows expectantly. “You can’t eat carbs anymore, and you didn’t tell me?”

Gladio bit his lip. Ignis sighed and leaned forward on his elbows, running his hands through his hair. “Well, thank goodness it wasn’t my cooking like I thought.”

“...You thought what?”

Ignis gestured helplessly to Gladio’s plate. “You weren’t eating. You’ve always been my taste tester, and then suddenly you weren’t eating. I thought...”

Gladio leaned across the corner of the table separating them, moved Ignis’s hand out of the way, and kissed him. “Babe,” he said when they parted. “It was torture not getting to eat your baking. You should know that.” He released Ignis’s hand, then picked up his plate and stood. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to put five more of these on my plate and eat until I hate myself.”

Ignis laughed, watching Gladio’s swaying hips as he swaggered into the kitchen.

It was good to have him eating again.

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EDIT: Wooow this is my first run-in with the famed tumblr compression... uhhhh I’ve been at this for a while and am at a loss for how to get it to display the image in full res, and I was supposed to be in bed two hours ago, sooo here’s a pillowfort link instead I guess: https://pillowfort.io/posts/83195

Aw drat, wanted to have this done in time for the free day of @gladnis2018's Gladnis Week but missed it! Bummer. This was the screenshot redraw I mentioned forever ago that was tragically lost like 5h into working on it and had to be restarted from the beginning, haha... ha... ha..... blah. I still see lots of stuff I'm itching to touch up or fix but for now we're calling this Done because I am officially Fatigued by the sight of it. ...might revisit it someday maybe

Reference is a gorgeous screenshot most of you have probably already seen, which I found here! Really wish I had followed it for the background instead of making up my own, I got all caught up in wanting things to be ~shinier~ and more colorful, completely forgetting that I.... don't actually know how to draw ice..... never did quite figure it out either lmao, idek what the plan was ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(Made in Mischief; progress shots and closeups to follow at some point when I'm not sleep deprived with work looming on the horizon)

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[benelline]

Gladnis week day 1 - sick fic Iggy is stubborn, and will probably never take a break until he is forced to or if he is exhausted enough that he can no longer move. Gladio and Noctis recognise the signs of a sick/exhausted Iggy. But Ignis will never show weakness in front of Noct. His prince deserved only the best after all. Gladio is the only one he will ever show weakness to, and even these instances are rare. Gladio won’t make him stop attending Noct when he’s sick. He knows how importAnt duty is for Iggy. But as soon as Iggy gets home, Gladio is there, having used the spare key Iggy gives him. He takes care of Iggy all night, to taking no for an answer <3 @gladnis2018

[hanatsuki89]

Gladnis week day 3--> “Brotherhood era” I did another collab with @crossedquills ! I never say no to some Brotherhood Gladnis, hehe. The scene comes from this fic HERE ^^

[skrivarmelodi]

Illusion (ABO fic) - Gladnisweek Day 7

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Day 7: Gladnis - ABO (Omegaverse)

Rating: G

Words: 2800~

Summary: Ignis is an Omega living in Niflheim where Omegas are treated badly. But his life gets turned upside down when two people from Lucis appear and say that they want to help the Omegas. Ignis doesn’t believe them and especially Gladio confuses him.

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Who was that Gladiolus Amicitia? That was what had been bothering Ignis for the past days.

He had never met an Alpha like him and he questioned his and his friend's - Noctis, apparently the Prince of Insomnia - intentions.

He stills recalled their words about how Omegas deserved better and how they wanted to talk to the authorities of the Niflheim empire and make a deal with them.

Apparently their kingdom had things Niflheim didn't and would like to have. Money, resources, workers…Ignis could create a long list. However, what sounded like a miracle to him, would be destroyed by the harsh reality, he was certain.

Because no one cared about an Omega and no one wanted to create equality between Alphas and Omegas, at least not in Niflheim. That's what Ignis clearly understood and learned during the years he had been in this world. It was only natural to face the two of them with suspicion instead of creating some false hope that would crush his already punished soul.

Prompto however, his friend and the only person he truly trusted, seemed to believe them when they said they were there to talk to the politicians of Niflheim to change the country and its view on Omegas and Alphas.

A noble mission, Ignis thought as he drank his coffee, but impossible to achieve. He himself witnessed the depths of this system and how dark and unforgiving it was.

Alphas and Omegas were rare and only made 40% of the population. Anyone else was a Beta. It was normal for an Omega to belong to the lower class when they were surrounded by Alphas, and it was normal to do as they were told for many decades.

Then the laws outside of Niflheim changed, or so he heard, but never truly believed in it, and equality won.

Equality was a concept Ignis only ever dreamed of while witnessing how cruel his own country was by using Omegas to breed more and more Alphas. Strong humans, smart, born to rule and to succeed in whatever they did.

Omegas were only toys, a thing to justify the need of an Alpha and nothing more or less, and the heat they went through once a month, was nothing but a cruel reminder of their place in this world.

The heat made every Omega weak, which made it impossible to do anything and, at the same time, awoke a need to feel an Alpha inside their body. There were pills against it but the government did a great job making it hard for an Omega to get them.

Why all of this happened? Ignis didn't know but he was certain they wanted to become the strongest empire by breeding more and more Alphas.

Even though he had a good job and a high position, which was unusual in itself and actually impossible, he did not know more than his boss told him. Ravus, his boss and his ex-partner, who felt guilty for what happened in the past and probably would do anything Ignis asked him, just so Ignis would forgive him.

Ignis sighed and rubbed the spot between his eyes. He had no time to think about the past and needed to focus on the present. If Gladio and Noctis were indeed from Lucis and there to help the Omegas, just like Ignis and Prompto had for the past three years, he needed to work with them. Aranea helped them and she made things possible - like transporting babies and families out of Niflheim - since Ignis couldn't, because people knew and watched him.

He put his empty cup into the sink and left for work.

When he arrived in the office he didn't expect to meet Gladiolus and Noctis there. Somehow he felt nervous when he saw them standing at the counter and talking to the secretary. Okay, perhaps their attendance wasn't that surprising since his boss was a politician himself and working for the building authority. It was thanks to him that Ignis found an empty school building he used as a hiding place for Omegas and he knew Ravus was risking his whole career by helping him. Ignis felt grateful but he still couldn't forgive him.

“I'll take care of them, Paula,” Ignis said after he approached the counter and stopped the two of them from saying something they shouldn't say.

He didn't know them for long but he understood that the people from Lucis were different, open minded, dangerous for the people from Niflheim. But he also knew that Ravus was the right person to approach if they wanted to cooperate with the Niflheim empire.

“Ignis, what are you doing here?” Noctis asked and it was still weird to talk to an Alpha without feeling like he had no value and was just a piece of meat. Not Noctis nor Gladio gave him that look and it was sheer luck he had met them before they could talk to anyone else.

“I work here. Please, follow me,” he said and walked down the corridor towards Ravus’ office, which was also his working place. Yeah, that was right, he was the Advisor of his ex, his boss, and the person who caused Ignis so much pain and now felt guilty, and would probably for the rest of his life.

“You can't just walk into an office and tell people you're from Lucis,” Ignis said after he closed the door.

He didn't hear what they said to Paula but he remembered their first meeting clearly and how both proudly and almost naively announced that they were from Lucis and on a mission to free the Omegas. Ignis would have laughed about that if he weren't shocked.

“We didn't,” Gladio spoke. “All we did was ask if we could talk to the head of the building authority.”

“And why him?”

“We have a plan,” Noctis said and Ignis shook his head no.

“You're either too optimistic or blessed by the stars. I don't know which it is, but you've found the right place. My boss is actually supporting the Omegas,” Ignis explained and raised an eyebrow when he saw the both of them grinning.

“What?”

“Gladio went out yesterday and met some people. They talked about Ravus and how he was different from all the other authorities. That's why we thought this might be the right place to start our mission,” Noctis explained and Gladio looked at Ignis with an expression he couldn't understand.

Did he, or they, try to impress him or convince him that their ambitions were honest?

“Who told you that?” Ignis begged that it was no Alpha since that would be very bad for him.

“An Omega. You know the places were they prostitute Omegas, right? That's where I went.”

Yes, Ignis knew those places, and they were awful. So he glared at Gladio intensely, trying to see how he felt about those places. Sure, it was the source of any kinds of informations, but it was still a horrible place.

But for an Alpha it must be heaven.

“I didn't do anything. I just talked to them,” Gladio justified his actions but Ignis didn't believe it fully. He was still an Alpha and no Alpha could deny an Omega’s body for too long. It was in their blood. “I'm honest. I'm not like the Alphas you know, Ignis.”

Hearing those words made Ignis angry, so angry that he didn't know if he should laugh, cry, or scream.

Gladio was not like the Alphas that Ignis knew? And what did Gladio know about Ignis? Nothing. No one knew anything besides Ignis and the people who hurt him. Also, why did Gladio try so hard to convince him? Since day one he tried to make Ignis to believe him and he wondered why. Although, he was certain he knew the reason behind his behavior, just like every other Alpha that was after him.

It was his scent, which became even stronger when his heat appeared. Sweet, addictive, unique, like a drug for an Alpha and it send a cold shiver down his spine when he recalled that.

Before they could say more the door opened and Ignis watched Ravus enter the office. His cold eyes immediately were fixed on Noctis and Gladio before they wandered to Ignis.

“Paula told me that two weirdos wanted to see me,” Ravus spoke, brutal and honest as he could be. Ignis used to find that amusing but that was a long time ago. “I'm Ravus Nox Fleuret, and you are?”

Ignis watched Ravus while Noctis introduced himself, as usual, trying to look indifferent but Ignis knew him good enough to see that he was interested in what Noctis had to say.

Then his eyes wandered back to the other two and he noticed that Gladio looked like he was ready to jump at Ravus.

“I understand,” Ravus said and looked at Ignis again when Noctis was done talking. “I'm surprised about how much you know. But before I decide if I'll help you, I have questions that need answers.”

With that Ignis and Gladio left the office so Noctis and Ravus could talk like the authorities they were. If Gladio were any other Alpha, Ignis wouldn't spend more time than necessary with him, but he couldn't leave him alone and he needed to know what else Gladio knew. He was an Alpha, and Alphas were smart after all. Besides he didn't trust them to keep their mouth shut about the fact that they were from Insomnia and he didn't know if they would behave without stirring attention from people they shouldn't cross ways with.

Ignis closed the door after they entered one of the meeting rooms and was about to say something but Gladio spoke first.

“That Ravus… He's your boss?”

“He is.”

“Is he really a good person? I could smell that he sleeps with several Omegas,” Gladio said his face becoming hard.

“This is not Insomnia,” Ignis shrugged and wondered if Noctis and Gladio had the slightest idea about how Niflheim functioned and what position Omegas and Alphas had. This shouldn't be surprising because it had been the same everywhere before certain countries had changed their laws.

“I know this isn't Insomnia but I can't trust a person whose actions are against their words.”

“If an Alpha doesn't do what is expected from him, they get into trouble for acting suspicious. Ravus is only doing what he has to do in order to keep his position so he can help with the influence he has.”

Ignis didn't want to defend the person who brought hell to his life, but he was not stupid and it was obvious that Ravus had changed and only did what he had to do. Just like Ignis did, even though he could renounce certain things that came with being an Omega.

“Are you two together?” Gladio asked after some silence. “I could smell your scent coming from him too.”

“We're working together, I'm his Advisor so it's probably normal that you smell my scent on him.”

“No,” Gladio shook his head no and Ignis noticed how tense he was.

What was wrong with him? What was that talk about scents and that he could smell them? Was he some sort of super Alpha? At least it would explain how built and handsome he was. “An Alpha has to sleep with an Omega, otherwise their scent won't be left on their body. Every Alpha can smell that.”

This was news to Ignis and his surprise was probably written all over his face. He believed he knew everything about the Alphas and Omegas, or maybe it was only Gladio and the people from Lucis who were able to smell that. Since they didn't seem to sleep with every Omega they met but actually cared.

“I've never heard of that.”

“It's the truth though. That's why I was wondering if you two are a thing.”

Ignis felt anger rising inside him. No, he and Ravus were not a thing, something like that didn't exist here in Niflheim.

“We are not.”

“But you sleep together?”

“Who do you think you are? Coming here and asking me private questions? It's none of your business, is it?” Ignis snapped.

“Did he hurt you?” Gladio didn't give in and fueled Ignis’ anger even more.

“Why do you care?”

Ignis didn't want to talk about it, especially not with an Alpha. But what pissed him off the most was that he didn't understand why Gladio cared. It made no sense whatsoever.

Gladio didn't answer right away, perhaps not certain himself why he cared, or maybe he didn't want to say it. Whatever it was, Ignis wanted to leave, but he also knew that Noctis and Gladio were helpful to stop this cruel system Niflheim had.

“I want to create a bond with you,” Gladio said and Ignis stopped breathing.

Time stopped, his heart too, and anxiety crawled up his spine and made him numb.

Did he really hear what Gladio just said? He wanted to create a bond with him? He wanted to own Ignis and make him his personal thing? Because if an Alpha and an Omega created a bond, the Omega wouldn't be able to be with anyone else. His body would only be able to accept Gladio and no one else.

So he was an Alpha like the ones Ignis knew after all…

“Don't fuck with me,” Ignis hissed.

Oh, he was pissed, so pissed that he felt like he could attack Gladio and hurt him in any way he could.

“I'm not! I'm being honest. You know what it means to bond with an Omega, right?”

Ignis knew it damn well and he would never, ever, create a bond with anyone. He considered it once, but he learned his lesson.

“I won't become your fuck toy,” he warned Gladio, eyes and voice cold as a brutal winter day.

“What? That's not what I mean.”

Ignis saw Gladio's honest confusion and it confused him in return. What the hell was even happening? How did they go from strangers to talking about bonding?

“Really? You only create a bond when you don't want to share an Omega and you want to keep him as your personal trophy, there to fulfill your own desires. No bond is the only freedom we have.”

“No. That is not… a bond isn't that. At least not in Insomnia,” Gladio explained and struggled with his words by moving his lips but not saying anything. “It is a declaration of love. Something sacred, like marriage.”

“Excuse me?”

Love? Ignis felt like crying, laughing and screaming, everything at the same time.

Love didn't exist, not between and Alpha and Omega, especially not in Niflheim. Besides, Gladio didn't know him and he was probably intoxicated by Ignis’ scent, just like many others before him.

His scent was a burden and a curse, given by the Gods he used to pray to when he was a kid. He didn't know what he had done to deserve that.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

Ignis couldn't do this anymore, he couldn't listen to this anymore. This utter nonsense that hurt him in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. The feeling when all your hopes get crushed and you're left alone to gather all the pieces with bleeding fingers.

“Stop that,” Ignis said after he huffed a laugh.

“I'm serious, I-”

“Shut up! Stop with that nonsense,” Ignis snapped and he was sure someone from outside must have heard him. He never became loud, he never snapped like that, not when he wasn't pushed to his limits. “Love… what a freaking joke. You clearly don't understand what sort of life we Omegas live here.”

“Perhaps. But you can teach me and we can help.”

“Perhaps you two can help and all I'm going to do is work with you for the sake of the Omegas living in this shit hole. Nothing more. No bonds, nothing of that love nonsense.”

Gladio seemed to be conflicted but when his shoulders fell, Ignis took that as a sign of defeat.

“You don't even know me. I don't know what sort of fairy tale Insomnia is but this is the real life for me. It's Brutal and it's cruel, but you'll see for yourself soon enough,” Ignis predicted for Gladio because, if he and Noctis ever came so far as to reach other authorities, they would learn everything soon enough. For example why Ravus smelled like several Omegas, what the price every Omega had to pay, and what was expected from an Alpha.

“And I'll prove that neither Noctis nor I are the kind of Alphas you think we are.”

Ignis shook his head and though he wanted to leave he decided to stay before Gladio would share his nonsense with someone else and get into trouble.

He almost felt sorry for Gladio but he couldn't show that. This person believed he was in love with Ignis?

No, love didn't exist. Love was only an illusion and beyond that was hell.

Ignis wouldn't fall for that, not ever again.

(This fic is part of the Gladnis ABO AU I’ve been planning for some time now and hopefully can share soon. I'm curious what you guys think about it and I hope you enjoyed Gladnisweek as much as I did!)

[anubisbride]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia & Ignis Scientia Characters: Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Gladnis Week, Gladnis, Fluff, brotherhood era, guest appearance Nyx, Treat, Gladio treat Ignis, Gladnis fluff Summary:

Ignis does not want to admit that he is ill. Gladio wants to take care of him

@gladnis2018 <3

[yuu-be-good]

Gladnis Week Day 4 –> Sensory date night for Ignis / Early Morning Hours

Who said these two couldn’t sleep in for once?

For @gladnisweek

[bgn846]

Gladnis Week 2019 Prompt 1: Beach

Ignis tried his best not to look, but it was impossible given what was in his line of sight.  The advisor didn’t think Gladio would go through with the dare, apparently he’d been incorrect.  Noct and Prompto had been laughing it up the whole walk down to the beach, until Gladio un-wrapped the towel around his waist.  

The younger boys let a few whoops and hollers escape their lips, but they soon realized that Gladio was not embarrassed by his choice of swimwear. The man’s speedo clung to all the right parts of his toned body, and Ignis could feel his face heating despite the breeze. 

The prince became the first to grow bored. He discovered nothing he said would ruffle his shields feathers, and the barrage of crass jokes regarding Gladio’s package or his unit soon ceased. Prompto had his camera ready to document the humiliation but he too stopped eventually.  

Truth be told, he gave up after three photos.  

Gladio kept exaggeratedly posing and flexing his muscles for their amateur photographer.  The shining moment had been when his boyfriend popped one foot up on their cooler, and angled his groin right towards Prompto’s face. The blond had squawked loudly and made fake gagging noises while running away.

“I knew that would get rid of them.” Gladio chuckled as he lowered himself on a beach towel.  

“Why didn’t you tell them wearing a speedo wouldn’t bother you, love?” Ignis asked with a smile.

“Noct looked so happy after he won our bet, I didn’t have the heart to tell him.”

“It was a stupid bet Gladio, who has staring contests anymore.”  He huffed good-naturedly while looking over to check on Noct and Prompto. They were already distracted, as the beach they’d traveled to had a spot for cliff diving.  The drop wasn’t more than fifteen feet but it was still fun. Watching his prince take a flying leap off the rock brought back a sudden memory.  “Oh!  I almost forgot, you tried professional diving back in high school didn’t you?”

“Yeah I did along with the revealing uniform.”  

“Well it suits you very well.  Do let me know if you need any help removing it later.”

Gladio smirked and reached out to pinch Ignis’ arm.  “Tease. Should I go embarrass them by doing a dive?”

Unable to stop the laughter that bubbled out of mouth Ignis smiled.  “Only if you did something ridiculously impressive, I don’t think Noct knows you took diving.” 

“Oh yeah that’s a good idea!” Gladio enthused as he got up again.  

Ignis couldn’t help himself as he let his eyes rove the full length of Gladio’s body.  It was a sunny day and the light had cast Gladio in a perfect glow.  The shield caught him ogling and winked at him when he reached his face.  “Go show them how it’s done.” Ignis calmly offered. “I’ll be waiting.”

“You just want to stare at my ass as I walk away!” Gladio huffed with a grin.  

Ignis didn’t answer but made a spinning symbol with his hand in hopes his boyfriend would turn around. He could barely keep a straight face but finally the man obliged and he was allowed his eye candy on this perfect day.  Thanks for reading! :) 

Please don’t plagiarize my work. 

[chipeppers]

...the voice is sadder than he’s ever heard it, sad enough he almost makes the effort to respond when arms go around his back, stroke his hair, when that face he loves rests against the fabric that separates their eyes.

This is it. This is the truth they have to face.

Day 6 -- Tears and weeping

Welp, I hurt my feelings pretty bad drawing this, and I hurt @nomadsky and @billionhighways too when they had to write something based on it. We’ve got two beautifully heartbreaking stories today that touch on Iggy’s recovery during those three weeks after the events in Altissia. The first story from @nomadsky tells of the moment Ignis first wakes up. A different take from @billionhighways details one of the hazy moments in between. Definite angst-warning for the tenderhearted, but know that Gladio is there to comfort Ignis after his sacrifice -- even if they all could use hugs during/after those trials. 😭😭

Also, the muses have aligned and this totally fits the Day 6: Battle Wounds prompt for @gladnisweek!

TOMORROW IS THE LAST DAY AND I’M WRAPPING MY BOYS IN THE HAPPINESS AND LOVE THEY DESERVE

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Gladnis Sick-Fic : Part 2 of 4 : @gladnis2018

Ignis loves baiting Gladio into an intellectual debate, nothing makes his heart flutter more than when the Shield starts spouting references from esoteric texts and scientific breakthroughs alike. Poor Gladdy’s head hurts and his throat is sore, and though he’s really happy Iggy is lovingly massaging his split ends and doing that cute little nerdy cerebral foreplay thing... it would be a shit-ton better if he lost the formal duds and did all the above, in the water, on his lap. (Click HERE for more sick-fic.)

(Ignis does get in the tub with Gladio… later this gladnisweek…)

[jayysnest]

Gladnis week day 1 - sick Ignis made some cold remedy soup and this is one Recepeh™️ that Gladio isn’t so keen on taste testing... @gladnis2018

[ashenpages]

Gladnis Week Day 1 - The First Day After

First day of @gladnisweek! Today’s prompt is Sick-Fic / Impulsiveness / The one where one of them tries to make the other take a break. I like to think that Gladio was the one who took care of Ignis and helped him keep his seams straight after what happened in Altissia, and, honestly, it was probably an immediate, and impulsive decision.

You can also find this fic in my FFXV drabble collection on AO3!

Enjoy!

Noct was still asleep. Prompto was still a mess. And Ignis was still blind.

Gladio went over these things in his head, trying to let them sink in without reacting. He was only keeping it together because he refused to look at the information as anything other than objective fact – and because he hadn’t had his coffee yet.

He was glad he was the first one up. He needed the time to wake up, to process. To figure out what he was going to do, and how he was going to keep it together.

He raised his mug of coffee to his lips – head still empty, thoughts still brewing – and heard a muffled “oof!” as someone ran into the door to the dining room. He paused, his cup almost to his lips.

What had that been about?

Slowly, he set down his coffee and got to his feet. He went around the table to the door. It opened just as he got there. A groggy, poorly put together Ignis stared back at him from the doorway.

Or...looked in his general direction. Ignis wasn’t doing much seeing at the moment.

Ignis started to walk through the door, but Gladio reached out. Ignis touched when Gladio touched him, but Gladio soothed him. “Just me, Iggy.”

“Oh! Thank goodness. You gave me quite the fright there, Gladio.”

Gladio looked the other man up and down. The buttons of his shirt were off by one. His coat sat partially askew on his shoulders. And worst of all, his hair...

Gladio turned the other man around, and marched him down the hall. “Can’t have breakfast looking like that, Iggy.”

Ignis made a small sound – one that sounded like surprise, and hurt. Gladio grimaced, and turned them through the door into Ignis’s room. He went to the vanity and sat Ignis down. “Just let me do this for you, alright?”

Slowly, Ignis nodded. “I suppose...it couldn’t hurt to have someone else help me put on appearances just now. Wouldn’t want...anyone thinking I wasn’t feeling my usual self.”

“Mmhmm.” Gladio straightened Ignis’s buttons. He’d said “anyone,” but Gladio knew Ignis meant the other two boys. Noct was a prince, but he’d seen the losses of war like this before. Prompto was in the same boat. Ignis was part of their security blanket. They needed Ignis to look like his normal self.

And Gladio did too.

He hadn’t realized how much it would break his heart to see the advisor like this until Ignis had walked through the door.

Once Ignis’s buttons and jacket were straight, Gladio dipped his fingers into Ignis’s product. If undoing the other man’s buttons had felt intimate, this next part was going to feel almost sensual.

“Alright,” Gladio warned. “Get ready, Iggy. I’m going to do your hair.”

Ignis nodded, and Gladio noticed his lips press together marginally. “Do you need any instruction?”

A hoarse chortle actually bubbled up in Gladio’s chest. It was the first time he’d laughed since the hydraean had arrived. “You think I’ve been living with you all this time, and not at least noticed how you smear this goo around?”

Ignis smiled softly. “Well, it’s good to know you’re paying attention.”

Gladio ducked down and pressed a quick edge of Ignis’s mouth. “I’m always paying attention,” he rumbled.

Ignis nuzzled his nose against Gladio’s cheek and sighed, then hid his face against Gladio’s shoulder. Gladio felt warm drops of liquid through his shirt, and held Ignis’s close with one arm – his other held away to keep the product on his fingertips from getting anywhere it wasn’t meant to be.

“Thank you, Gladio,” Ignis whispered.

Gladio kissed Ignis’s temple. “Anything for you.” He gave Ignis an extra squeeze, then sat the other man back up, clearing his own throat. “Now let’s get your face on, shall we? Wouldn’t want to greet your first cup of ebony with a single hair out of place.”

Ignis’s hummed a laugh.

Weak as it was, Gladio would take it.

Even weak laughter in a time like this would do them good.

[ruiojousama]

Day 6 Prompt for @gladnisweek - Battle Wounds

~Cactuar’s 1000 Needles are a bitch~ Okay---was a tad bit late for this one since took the rest of the day off to rest my hurting eyes. Plus I have exams for Deutsche language classes on Monday--I really hope to catch up on my last two prompts.