#fluffy gladnis

[seaofolives]

it's gladnis day all month this september!!!

ship: gladnis

word count: 349

Gladio has just gotten down on his knee—and this isnʼt even the meaningful kind—but Ignis is already chortling. So he moves with a somber air when he inserts the coin through the narrow slot and cranks the dial until the plastic falls through the chute.

He reaches in with his thick fingers and pries the orb free. The blue shell looks comically small in his hand, but that makes it easy for him to crack it open and take the bagged toy from within. This one is a Moogle butt, with an X drawn in the middle.

“Ignis Scientia?” He smiles. “Will you marry me?”

Gladio clears his throat as he comes up to his feet, only to kneel again, this time facing Ignis who tips his chin and extends his left hand, his lips wrinkled by a stubborn smile. Gladio takes the time to hold the Moogle butt properly by the silver ring attached to its belly—this is the meaningful kind of kneeling now, after all.

“Yes, Gladiolus Amicitia,” Ignis is laughing again. “It would be my honor to marry you!”

Gladio slips the ring on Ignisʼ finger, and it would have been near-perfect if he had just taken the time to adjust the fit instead of pulling it out and snickering to himself, “Hold up, it wonʼt fit!” which makes Ignis laugh harder, throwing his head back and all. The second try goes through all the way to the knuckle, at least, though only because the band is too big now.

Anyway, Gladio comes back up to his feet to kiss Ignis and marches with him back to the station, while the man readjusts his new toy around his finger.

“But I canʼt wear this to the office, okay? I would look ridiculous in the council meetings,” Ignis tells him even as he holds out his hand to admire the fluffy white butt attached to it.

“Just at home is fine,” Gladio reassures him with an arm around his waist. “And also on our wedding day.” This gets him a light elbow jab from his new fiancé.

@picmurasaki also drew a picture for the ficlet! 🥺🥺🥺 thank you!!!

[moonraccoon-exe]

Another story

It’s Gladio, but he’s a part-time writer and loves to listen to the radio.

It’s always the same radio station, at the same hour. The Astrals were kind to him, and it happens that he’s already done with work-shift and he gets to listen to the same program during his drive home.

Usually, as soon as he gets in his car, there’s news on the radio. There’s the weather report ever fifteen minutes, and he catches only one before the news are done for a few hours and the program starts; it’s some sort of discussion table, but with only three broadcasters. They talk the relevant events of Lucis, the latest polemic trend, or, Gladio’s favorite, just philosophy and life and cosmos stuff.

Where they think life comes from, opinions on the dressing code, why certain event was wrong, if (X) author deserved the Aurora prize for literature that year, where they think the throne family’s magic comes from, are we alone in the universe, will we be sucked by a black hole, do we reincarnate, polemic trends, who was right and who was wrong in X trial, whether breaking laws is always ‘wrong’, the string theory, any matter to discuss, in two hours.

And Gladio enjoys of the entire discussion.

And Gladio loves one of the broadcasters’ voice.

He wouldn’t lie if you ask him, what first caught Gladio was the mere color of the voice. A delicious tenor, almost baritone, with a Tenebraean accent. A voice that feels like dark brown, coffee beans, a fireplace mid winter. It’s like a flame, but the most gentle of flames. The color, the way it moves, its rich nuances and wide variety of schemes and colors and tones and sounds. 

Gladio got immediately attached to the voice as soon as he heard it, and ocassionally listened to the program just to hear it again.

But then he discovered he also loved the mind behind the voice.

A rare jewel of a mind. Smart to mind-blowing levels. Intelligent, wise. Alive like the fire of his voice. This particular broadcaster is by far the most brilliant of the three minds, and by far the most brilliant from all of Gladio’s acquaintances and friends. Maybe the most brilliant in all Lucis. With a knowledge of all things, the ones you do not learn in books included, that it’s simply...impressive.

He always has the best arguments. He always waits in silence during the first half an hour before joining in, and nobody can stop him. You’d think one thing is right, he can convince you otherwise. You’d think a polemic is hard to solve, he proves otherwise. The universe, his thoughts on the cosmos, the oh so poetic way in which he visualizes death, and the oh so beautiful but realistic way in which he visualizes life and the world. 

And Gladio starts listening to the program daily, to hear that voice, but also to hear that mind behind.

A faceless creature, a faceless man with a voice and mind of fire, blazing through his head, changing his visualization of many things of life, turning his thoughts upside-down, marveling him with his vast and endless knowledge and philosophical way of living and thinking, all of that said through that wonderful warm voice that almost seems to be able to sing without really singing.

And then Gladio writes a story.

It’s his passion outside work. He loves to write as he loves to read. And he’s a hopeless romantic. So he, inspired by that voice, inspired by the mind behind it, inspired by this faceless broadcaster , inspired like nothing had inspired him in years, Gladio sits down and writes. And finishes, and reviews and re-reads and corrects until it’s done.

And he sends it to the radio’s station’s headquarters, with a nickname due to shyness, and a small note. 

The next week, he turns on the radio at an unusual hour, past the discussion table, when he’s already home. It’s the story reading program. They announce the title of his work, recall his nickname, and announce the narrator.

It’s him. The broadcaster of beautiful voice and a more stunning mind.

‘I wish for Ignis Scientia to narrate this’, his note he attached to his story when he sent it read, ‘if he agrees. And if he does, please, do not tell him it was a request of mine.’

And oh, Ignis Scientia agreed. And Ignis Scientia, the brilliant mind with a gorgeous voice and a mysterious face, is reading and narrating it. And his voice fits the story perfectly fine. Because Gladio wrote it thinking about him; he wrote it thinking of his voice, thinking of what and which words would fit with his voice in ways that go beyond the phonetic aspect. 

The story flows with his voice like one was born from the other, but none existed before the other. The words come from his mouth like he does at the discussion table; natural, in a way that’s born directly from within him, like this is part of himself. He breathes when it’s required and not a single word before, he stops in the exact spots, he understands which parts require a high comma, which a low one, in ways that they cannot teach at diction and radio schools. 

It’s like Ignis Scientia feels this story.

Gladio had been inspired thinking that whatever job he did with his writing, it would be a brute rock, and that, if Ignis Scientia read it, it would be turned into the most beautiful of diamonds.

And oh, was he right. Was he right. 

It’s his words, his story, but it’s like it’s the first time he hears it. He feels like he gave a rough and dirty dummy to this broadcaster, and he turned it into a porcelain doll. More than that, something much prettier than that. 

So Gladio continues to write.

This shoots his inspiration to heights he did not know possible. He writes in any free time he has, he’s barely focused in life because life feels so empty compared to the feelings inside himself when he’s writing. And writes until he sends another story, but forgot the note requesting for Ignis, who had not been at the story reading program since the first novel. 

But, to his surprise, it’s Ignis Scientia who’s hosting the program. And he’s reading this second story.

 And Gladio’s immediately feeling his heart and face lit up and come to life in a way he only experienced when he first listened to Ignis reading something of his creation. 

So he sits there, hunger forgotten, work forgotten, everything sent to hell except for Ignis’ voice in the radio reading his story in the beautiful way only Ignis can create.

And Gladio continues to write, and continues to send his stories to the radio station. And Ignis continues to read them, never skipping one, never disappointing, always there at 10 p.m. when it’s story telling time.

And Gladio ignores that Ignis is not being paid for this. 

And Gladio ignores Ignis asked permission to read his stories.

When the second story came in, they told him it was fine just leaving it to the usual narrator. But Ignis requested to do it himself. ‘This is not in your contract’ they told him, ‘we cannot pay you for this even if we wanted.’

But Ignis bowed the head.

‘Please. I’ll do it for free.’

[Adding a read more]

And Gladio ignores that Ignis is doing it for free, ignores he requested for his friends at work to tell him whenever another story by this nicknamed author came in so he can rush to the director’s office to ask him almost begging to let him do it, ignores the way Ignis stares at this cup of coffee during the discussion table like it’s the love of his life but he’s not looking at the cup at all, ignores the way Ignis’ face beams with enthusiasm whenever a new story comes in.

And Gladio ignores Ignis is hopelessly in love with his writing.

Gladio continues to write for him, and Ignis continues to read it all back to him.

And they are so hopelessly in love with their exchange of art and each other’s minds that they get carried away, and Gladio writes until the length turns the stories into short novels, and Ignis reads them past the time of work shift. And Gladio starts unattending his job because he spends all day writing, until he’s fired, and yet he doesn’t care and continues to write.

And Ignis insists so much on reading despite the new lenght of the stories that it goes beyond that studio’s work schedule, but he decides to stay nonetheless. Decides to stay to read the entire story, and by the time he’s done the studio is completely alone, all lights except the one of the small room he’s in are off, and there’s notes on the walls for him to “do this” or “close that” before he exits.

And the reading program lingers until midnight and past it, but Ignis still insists to stay, despite spending hours entirely alone in the studio and having to clean afterwards and close when he’s done, so long he can read and narrate the entire story.

And Gladio stays awake until Ignis is done, no matter the hour.

Gladio stays awake to listen to him finish to the very last word, while the rest of Insomnia has already gone to bed. Except for him. Because he’s waiting for Ignis to join him; he doesn’t rest until Ignis does so too.

One day, Gladio sends in a story that stays in the romance scheme, like most of his stories, but this one is much sadder.

The night it was read, Gladio turned to look at his radio with worry when, after the last word was delivered (in the always perfect and beautiful way Ignis reads with, giving the exact emotion to the story), Ignis delayed too much making a comment.

Ignis tends to say a few words about the story after he finishes it, wishes goodnight and good things for the people listening, and then he does take his leave.

But that night, after the last word of the story, there was an abysmal silence. It was enough for Gladio to wait a peaceful moment in silence, enough to go over that wait and have Gladio turning to look at the radio, and long enough to go over that second wait until Gladio reaches for the radio, thinking it broke or shut off. And the silence still continued while he checked the radio and see what was wrong, only to figure out that it’s nothing; it was Ignis who had stayed quiet.

The only comment he gave that night was a murmured “Goodnight”.

So Gladio assumess, by the weak and sad voice, that Ignis must be exhausted; Gladio had been so selfish enjoying to hear him read his stories that he hadn’t realized it was not only a voice, it’s an entire human being, awake at midnight after an entire day at work just to read his stuff.

It hits Gladio like a shovel in the face; that he’s so desperately in love with this voice and mind and faceless person doesn’t mean this person enjoys of this dynamic like he’s doing.

So Gladio, that night, decides to shorten his writing, and hesitates whether he should stop it at all or not...

And then, the next day, Gladio hears during the discussion table program that Ignis is in love.

He hears the other broadcasters make friendly fun of him about it. And he accepts it. But they never mention who’s the receiver of his affection. 

So Gladio assumes it can’t be him.

Because he’s just literature on anonymous. Ignis can’t possibly be in love with him; he doesn’t know anything except for his literature, which, Gladio wrongly assumes, doesn’t speak anything about himself.

And Gladio stops writing to him.

Because, while everybody may think he writes for the public, truth is he writes for Ignis. He writes thinking about him, inspired in him, hoping and wishing for Ignis to read it, to like it, to narrate it. And all the things he writes, or, well, some of the things in the stories he writes, some of the dialogues, some of the things that are there...it’s Gladio’s indirect way of expressing him his feelings.

Gladio writes romance for him, thinking about him, to express the way he feels for Ignis without being direct.

So to continue writing and showing him his stuff is a way to continue telling him how Gladio feels for him, but now that Ignis is in love, and maybe even in a relationship already, it’s not appropiate. Because he’s taken; because his affection is for somebody else. And it’s wrong to continue courting him...and Gladio knows Ignis has no idea of his existance and has not a single clue of his intentions, but it feels wrong.

So Gladio stops.

He’s not sure he’s in the mood or able to listen to the story telling program without aching inside, to hear Ignis reading and it’s no longer for him, remember it never was, and that he’s just doing his job. He never read for Gladio; he read because he’s paid for it. 

And he ignores Ignis was never paid for it. Ignores Ignis hasn’t been in the program because he doesn’t want to read anything that isn’t Gladio’s, and won’t read anything that isn’t Gladio’s. 

Ignores the way Ignis asks, every day, if Gladio sent anything in. 

For a week.

For three weks.

For two months. 

And then, Gladio decides to close the cycle, because he has to get over this, thinking himself over romantic, over dramatic, and ridiculous for having considered this a love story, when truth is he’s just a man who lost his job to maniatically write non-stop for a man whose voice and mind happened to catch his heart, and he confused the man’s job for reciprocate feelings.

So he writes a last story.

He signs it with his usual nickname when he sends it in, and adds a little note at the end.

‘Also known as Gladiolus Amicitia’. 

Because it feels wrong that he knows the name of the broadcaster he helpessly fell in love with, while Ignis knows nothing about him. 

And Ignis did not fail to cover the night program to read it.

And he heard the way Ignis said his name. Said it for the first time; slow, tasting every syllable, tasting every letter. And gods, oh gods, his name had never before sounded so good. So pure. So beautiful.

And Gladio turns off the radio after Ignis says his name, because he can’t stand listening to him any longer.

And he misses the way Ignis asks him out, “now that I know your name”. 

And Gladio stops his writing. Retakes his job. Can’t focus on writing without feeling awful; returns to routine, oblivious to the request and never answering it.

And ignores the way Ignis asks every day at the radio sstation headquarters if he has written and sent something again. Every day. Every day, first thing he says iwhen he arrives, last thing he asks when work is over.

And he asks every day for another week.

For another month.

For another three months. 

And Ignis has long assumed Gladio doesn’t want to go out with him, and he’s fine about it, until he realizes he’s not fine about it.

And then, one day, another month later, Gladio’s heading back home, on foot because his car broke down earlier that week, and ends up walking in the rain. And the rain is gentle enough to walk through, so he does. And, then, a few houses from reaching his own, he stops when he almost walks into this guy that’s holding an umbrella, walking in the opposite direction.

“Sorry” Gladio says, looking down at him, and finding he’s in presence of one of the most stunning men he’s ever seen; strong but slender, with beautiful face features, a wonderful smell, gods, his face, with ashy light brown hair all sticking upwards stylishly, his gorgeous face, and the most beautiful pair of eyes Gladio has ever seen, a blazing stare that look like green fire. And, gods, is this man incredibly handsome. Gladio feels his face burning and heart skipping a beat, and he tenses. “Sorry” he repeats “I didn’t see you.”

“That’s okay. You’re all wet, do you not- can I entertain you for only one second?”

The voice.

The goddamn voice.

Gladio recognized it as soon as the first syllable was said, as soon as the first sound slipped past this gorgeous man’s lips.

It’s the one voice. The voice that stole his heart all those months ago. The voice that hides that incredibly, wonderfully brilliant mind. The voice that bring his literature to life. 

It’s this voice.

It’s his voice.

It’s Ignis Scientia.

And he’s standing right in front of me.

Gladio freezes right there and then and sees Ignis’ lips moving, but he hears nothing. The rain doesn’t exist, the street, life itself kind of loses it sense for a moment, and Gladio’s standing there in absolute shock unable to respond or react.

Yet, he forces himself as conscious as possible, and asks this man (who is Ignis, this is Ignis, ohmygods, this is Ignis Scientia, he’s sure) to repeat what he just said.

“I uhm...” Ignis starts and looks away, with what Gladio registers in his head as a shy smile. “I’ve been...I’m looking for Gladiolus Amicitia. Do you know him?”

And Gladio tenses even more, eyes open wide, and he feels how pale his face has gone by now. He takes some moments into his shock before he’s able to say anything.

“...th-that depends. Who’s asking...?”

“My bad; I’m Ignis, Ignis Scientia” and Gladio’s heart jumps out so bad and so roughly inside him Gladio has to look down at his chest to make sure his heart did not break through it, because it physically felt like that. He loses the breath and tries to catch it again, and the man in front of him mistakes it by a shiver due to the cold water. “I am...I’ve been looking for him for a while now, and...the phone registered in the Insomnia directory seems to be outdated, and...well, from what I could gather I belive he lives nearby this zone, but I’m not sure exactly where” he looks up at Gladio with a expression that almost seems apologetic. “If you could tell me if I’m close or nowhere close at all, I’d be very grateful...”

“...oh” Gladio says and tries to force the shock out of him, but he can’t. So he forces himself to speak despite pale face and wide eyes. “I...yeah, I...I know where he lives...”

And he sees (ohgods, he sees it) the way Ignis’ face...lights up. Like a kid being told they will give him a chocobo for his birthday; like an ill hearing he’s recovered; like a person finding the love of his life after years apart. The smile, dear gods, the smile on his face, and that adorable and so hopeful gleam in his eyes....

“Do you?” Ignis whispers, huge smile still on his face. “That’s wonderful! I am so- I don’t know what to-”

“Say, why do you...why are you looking for him?” Gladio asks him, still paralized in his place.

He sees Ignis hesitate a bit, blink at him, smile gone. Watches him stare away, grip at the umbrella a little tighter. Nervous. He’s nervous. And then he sees Ignis Scientia, oh so handsome, so cute Ignis Scientia, blushing red in the face while he smiles, looking away.

“I’ve...you see, it’s a long story” Ignis starts telling him. “He’s an author, and he writes- Astrals, the things he writes...” Ignis chest swells with a breath, and he looks so content, Gladio doesn’t understand how someone can be so happy about something he did. “I’ve had the honor to read many of his pieces, and I’ve loved every single one. The way he writes, all those wonderful words...he has a way with words, I couldn’t help but...” 

He stops there for a moment and lowers the head, burning redder in the face.

“I’ve read his literature, and it has spoken things to me about him. It showed me part of his spirit. We’ve never spoken face to face, but the things he writes...” he looks at a side and sighs before continuing. “His literature....it speaks of a man with a huge and very sensible heart. With an artistic soul. I can feel the passion he puts into his writing. I can feel his heart through his words. And I’m...”

Again, he stops for a moment, stares at somewhere that isn’t Then and There, and then looks back at Gladio, smiling.

“Let’s keep it as, I’m his fan number one. And I wish to meet him. What a good luck I’ve had today; I’ve been looking for weeks, and I’ve finally found someone that knows him” he sighs and smiles up at Gladio, hopeful. “I’m assuming things too fast. You said you know where he lives, not that you personally know him.”

“...o-oh....b-but I do” Gladio says, stumbling upon his words, tongue stupid, face paler, body entirely paralized, and heart turned into a mess. “...I...I know Gladiolus...”

“Do you?” and again, Ignis’ face beams radiant of joy and hope. “That’s- wonderful! I don’t mean to be a bother, and I’ll pay you for your attention and help and I’ve kept you under the rain long enough, but do you think you could introduce Gladiolus to me some day?”

Gladio looks at him. That’s all he can do. Stare. Stare at Ignis, watch him, look at him. Never before had he felt this that he feels inside; it feels like the first time he heard Ignis reading his first story....but much more...real. And much more alive.

Gladio spends a little too long just staring at him, not blinking, amazed and overwhelmed by this flood of happiness and hope and affection and excitement inside himself. 

Eventually, as he stares, he starts smiling, until the smile turns into a grin of mere joy.

“...sure” he murmurs. 

And, then, he shows a hand to Ignis, waiting for him to shake it.

“Gladiolus Amicitia” Gladio murmurs. “Your fan number one.”

Ignis stares at him. Eyes wide, smile gone, lips parted. 

And he drops the umbrella.

[the-princesscat]

So I'm trying really hard to publish my works so here's another co written piece. It should be edited up in full soon (as it is a compete work). This one was really fun and cute to write!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22311094/chapters/53290729

[transtuvok]

HERE’S MY FIRST FANFIC!!!

[theginia]

I can’t yet bring myself to read the last chapter of OYWC because that means that it’s officially over 😭 I’m rereading the whole thing before I can bring myself to read the last piece. In the meantime - for a prompt, how about rescue with my favorite couple - Gladnis?

Awww oh my goodness. Thank you. Thank you so much. I really hope you end up liking the ending when you eventually get there–and I really admire your willpower, haha. I’m the crazy person who stops in the middle of the sidewalk to read fic updates, I have no chill or self control.

ANYWAY here you go! It got a bit long and rambly and I don’t know if it’s what you had in mind, but I hope you like it. <3

Gladioabsolutely hates these fucking things.

Ohsure, the food is good, if you can look past the foo-foo presentation and minisculeportions. The string quartet serenading the guests is talented, sprinkling theair with notes as light and merry as fairy dust. The wine flows freely, fromthe finest vineyards and orchards of Tenebrae and Accordo. And as the heir andyoung lord of a noble house, he’s never scheduled for guard duty, guaranteedthe evening off so that he can mingle and make nice with the other nobles andsocial climbers of Lucis.

Luckyfucking him. He’d seriously rather work. Anything is better than this livingnightmare.

Hestands like the eye of a storm—a very colourful, giggly storm. All around him,at least three deep, noble ladies and their daughters hover around him likevultures, their multi-coloured gowns rustling as they all jockey for position nearhim, like some prize for them to win.

“It’samazing, how you can lift those big heavy swords,” a honeyed voice simpers. “I’dfall over if I tried to lift one, I’m sure of it!”

“Ohmy, will you ever stop growing?” A girl giggles from somewhere in the vicinityof his ribs, she’s so fucking short.

“It’sbecause you’re an Amicitia. You have the finest genes, just like my niece here,”some old Countess says in a stage whisper “Good breeding always shows in theend.”

“It’strue,” a nasal voice drones on from somewhere to his left. “I’m not prejudicedof course, but common people just aren’t the same. Take my daughter here forinstance, you’ll never find a young woman so accomplished among the masses, orwith such fine features.”

Gladiocan feel his temper rising. He can feel a warm flush riding high in his cheeksand he hopes that those around him will blame it on the heavy suit he’s wearingwith its oppressively tight collar and stiff layers.

He castshis gaze through the crowd, grateful for the fact that he’s a good head tallerthan most of the attendees. He spies Noctis sitting on the dais next to HisMajesty and his own father, heads inclined to one another, deep in conversation.Next he spots Nyx, who as expected is standing like a statue in the shadows ofan archway, surveying the room with a bored expression. He’s on duty, so he’sno help there.

Aftera few more moments of frantically scouring the room while mumbling theoccasional “yeah” and “mmm” to the harpies fluttering around him he spies Ignisand manages to lock his topaz gaze with the other’s peridot.

Gladiotwists his features into a grimace and then does his best impression of Iriswhen she tries to make puppy eyes at him, his expression a silent plea to berescued.

Gladiodoesn’t know how he does it. Ignis navigates these affairs with fluid ease,seamlessly weaving his way from one person to the next, leaving a trail ofutterly charmed and impressed nobles in his wake, all of whom seem oblivious tothe fact that Ignis is brushing them off, his gaze never leaving Gladio’s. Whenpeople try to stop him to strike up a conversation or—more likely ply him forgossip about the Prince–he manages to brush them off like flies threatening tospoil his picnic.

Somehowthe young Advisor-to-be manages to weave his way past the chattering andgiggling ladies, silk skirts and robes fluttering out of his way.

“Gladiolus,”Ignis murmurs, his accent lilting pleasantly to rise above the white noise ofthe crowd. “My apologies for taking you from such charming company, but might Ihave a word regarding work?”

Allaround them ladies whine at the prospect of losing their main source ofentertainment, while simultaneously preening at being dubbed charming by Ignis.

“Dutycalls, ladies. Excuse me.” He grips Ignis’s arm in a bruising grip. “I’m surethis is very important if he’s taking me away from you all.”

Outof the corner of his eye he sees the way Ignis’s lips twitch and his eyes glintwith pure mischief behind his spectacles.

“Itis a rather urgent matter,” Ignis agrees as he begins to skillfully flowthrough the crowd, dragging Gladio in his wake.

Theyboth school their features into serious masks, carefully avoiding each other’sgaze until they’re safely out of the ballroom, down the hall, and around thecorner. The noise of the gala is only a faint whisper on the night air at thisrange and already the relative peace and quiet is enough to soothe Gladio’sfrayed nerves.

Witha sigh Gladio lets his bulk sag against a nearby column, a hand going up toloosen the damned collar of his suit. “Thanks, Iggy. You’re my hero.”

Ignischuckles softly. “You’re welcome. My apologies for not rescuing you sooner. HisMajesty and Lord Clarus had something of a bet going to see how long it wouldtake you to tap out.”

Gladiogroans, amber eyes rolling dramatically. “For fuck’s sake. I’m glad my miserycan be a source of so much amusement for my old man. I’m done.”

Seafoameyes twinkle merrily. “Don’t you want to know who won?”

Hethunks his head against the marble column a few times, as if he can beat thememory of this evening out of his brain. “They’re both jerks, I don’t care.”

“Oh?Neither of them won,” Ignis is grinning, revealing a rare flash of perfectlystraight white teeth.

Gladiostops trying to give himself short-term amnesia long enough to quirk a brow athis friend and ask “Huh? Who won, then?”

Patchesof rosy colour blossom on Ignis’s high cheekbones as he says “I did. Shall wetake our leave and perhaps find some dinner? I’m about to come into a fair bitof gil.”

Thatwas the moment when the dreams and aspirations of countless eligible youngladies were dashed to pieces.

[wrensiferum]

For angst/fluff prompts - Gladnis, 27. “If they mess with you, they’re messing with me.”

Thank you for the prompt! This really helped! Stayed pretty fluffy with this one and I’m not sure it’s any good, but it certainly helped with my writing funk. Hope you enjoy!

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Ignis long felt his outsider-status within the kingdom he served. He knew his serious, work-driven nature only served to further ostracize him from his peers. On the whole, he could ignore the odd glances and quips at his expense. Often, he immersed himself deeper into his duties to distract himself from the lack of meaningful interactions.

Besides, he had long had Noct to look after and care for, first in list of priorities. Though Noct typically rebelled against Ignis’ incessant parenting and concern for his wellbeing, he considered him a friend beneath his duties to him. That sufficed…. For a time.

While the explanation eluded Ignis (much to his own chagrin), the Prince’s Shield took an immediate and unrelenting liking to him. Gladio greeted him an array of touches and toothy smiles at every encounter. Should nudges, elbow jabs, and unwelcomed hugs persisted in spite of Ignis’ protestations. In an odd turn of events, Ignis began to yearn for chance meetings with the 6′ 6″ muscle-bound teddy bear.

After a particularly rough day sparring with the Glaives, at Cor’s command, Ignis felt dejected with renewed acuity. He felt downright outcast from the people he associated with. He couldn’t emote, converse, or relate at their level. Even when he joked, his wit fell flat against disinclined ears. The constant barrage of jabs at his posture, appearance, and studiousness wilted his hard-earned acceptance of himself. He despaired at the thought for ever being known for the man that lay beneath his pressed suit and polished vocabulary.

He emerged from the locker room freshly washed and suited as if he’d never trained but instead as if exiting a council meeting. Tension seeped from him as he felt the large, familiar hand clamp down on his shoulder.

“Hey Iggs! How’s it –” Gladio cut short as he studied Ignis. “You alright, man?”

He may have relaxed a little at Gladio’s arrival, but something in his eyes had betrayed the mask of composure he wore like body armor.

“Oh, not to worry,” Ignis dismissed. He amazed at the concern on Gladio’s face, the serious tone a marked contrast to the usual gregarious demeanor the Shield wore.

“Been trying to get close to you for months, Iggy,” Gladio implored. “Least you could do is let me in a little.”

Ignis struggled against Gladio’s entreaty but found he lacked his usual reserve. He sighed and shifted his weight as Gladio’s amber gaze searched him. Finally, he caved.

“I’m used to people thinking I’m ‘stiff’ or unsociable, but it wears on me from time to time…”

“What did it this time?”

“The Glaives… Cor asked me to train with them, in order to vary my fighting style. I endeavored to converse with them but…” Ignis sighed again and raised his hands helplessly. “They only see me as bookish and call me ‘Mr. Prim-and-Proper’ or the ‘Prince’s Babysitter’.”

“Fuck that.” Gladio growled. “Cor’s got me training with ‘em tomorrow. Guess I got some asses to kick.”

“Gladio, that’s entirely unnecessary–”

“No, we’re friends, Iggs,” Gladio wrapped his arm around Ignis’s shoulders. “If they’re messing with you - they’re messing with me.”

Ignis blushed at Gladio’s proximity, his peridot eyes studying the face mere centimeters from his own. Gladio winked at him, his touch lingering as he slid his arm from Ignis and strode off down the hall.

“Friends, huh?” Ignis mumbled to himself, heart fluttering. “I rather like the sound of that…”

[stephicness]

Imagine an AU where the boys discovers this really amazing fanfiction series for their favorite game, King's Knight, and find out the author is gonna be featured at Insomnime's convention that year...

Ignis is so enthused to be able to talk about such a beautifully written story and meet the person able to write such a captivating and memorable fanfic (later readapted into a doujin series!). It's like it all can be canon, and Ignis just HAD to meet the writer.

As he's making his way over to the writer's booth, Gladiolus teases him a bit about how invested Ignis is in meeting the writer. In which Ignis replies, "Such talent cannot go unrecognized!" He also tells Gladiolus about how the fic itself really inspired Ignis on days where he felt down or unworthy to serve -- but the tale of desire and ambition truly was something Ignis valued and fell in love with. And with how relatable the party's mage was in the story, he really felt like he was actually immersed in the world. It was amazing!

With how highly Ignis was speaking about the writer, Gladiolus couldn't help but smile and reassure him that the writer would think Ignis was amazing too. He escorted Ignis over to the table, casually just shuffling through the line of fans while urging Ignis to follow. Ignis arched an eyebrow, reluctant as to not be rude about it all. But Gladiolus merely tugged Ignis forward to stand next to him before he turned around, grinning as he looking out at the mass of people and waved.

"Hey guys. Thanks for coming to my booth."

Ignis tenses, looking up at Gladiolus with a slow and mortified expression.

Wait a moment... It was Gladio that wrote this?!

[yuu-be-good]

Allergies

Final Fantasy XV

Gladnis | Gladiolus Amicitia x Ignis Scientia

302 words

It was a warm spring day, the sun shone brightly with few clouds blocking its rays. Trees and flowers shuffled in the cool breeze, picking up stray leaves with its current. Light breaths came from the sleeping pair in the field. Both the shield and advisor were taking a nap underneath a weeping willow tree. Grass brushing across their bodies as they laid next to one another. The shield laid on his back, resting his head on his folded arm while a bespectacled advisor rested against his chest. Gloved fingers lightly gripped the shield’s tank top while larger hands rested on the advisor’s waist.

A low moan escaped Gladio’s lips as he slowly opened his drowsy eyes to see the sky above him. Eyes trailing to the still sleeping man against his chest, causing his lips curled into a small smile. A wave of fear washed over his body when he felt a burning sensation enter his nose. It was coming and he did not want to disturb the sleeping advisor.

Trying to hold back the sneeze, his nostrils flared and itched more the longer he tried to hold it. It was unbearable. His body began tensing up causing his partner to shuffle in his sleep. He had to resist. A quiet sigh of relief left his lips when the feeling dissipated, relaxing his body not long after. He’d spoken too soon. Before he could react, his body jerked forward, sneezing hard into his inner elbow, accidentally throwing the man atop of him off. Gladio sniffled and snorted before nervously glancing over at the advisor. A tired glare was thrown his way as the advisor fixed his crooked glasses. The shield gave a lopsided grin before sighing in defeat.

As much as he loved the outdoors, they just sometimes didn’t get along.

[itshaejinju]

Ignis and lamb sauce

Ignis Scientia VS Rordon Gamsay | Humorous & Fluffy

It was suppose to be short but that failed (2,113 words). Why can’t I ever write short pieces? Like seriously!! This turned out quite fluffy and funny in my opinion. I don’t like Gordon Ramsay at all (well he’s okay on Master Chef Junior) he may sorta look like Ignis but he is nothing like Ignis. Iggy is nice, polite and sassy not like Gordon at all. From what I’ve seen of his shows he seems a bit mean but perhaps that’s a front, I don’t know. BUT enjoy this little funny piece, I was up until the crack of dawn to finish it because my muse was like you lazy bum you were off for a week do something now! (well she said “right meow”)

Tagging: @themissimmortal @stephicness @stunninglyignis @blindbae @rubyphilomela @insomniascure @insomniacapples @insomniasix @atarostarling @mandakatt @miss-scientia @hypaalicious @misssarahdoll @mistressoli @diadyn @fieryfantasy @sweetchocobae @promptoastandbutter @lady-asuka @lupanaoflaminar @zacklover24 @neko-otaku13 @waifuthewhite @highwinds-dragoon @roses-and-oceans @sheylann @cupnoodle-queen @swabin10 @chocobroing @sisters-of-sin @blondechocobobutt @alicemoonwonderland @asoeiki @xnoctits @thirdstreetcettin @teneniel @yourfinalfantasy (falling asleep think I got a bunch of people)

Ignis just turned eighteen and somehow for his birthday he was on a television show with Gladiolus cackling in the in studio seating. Green eyes flashing to the tall man who was getting comfortable in a seat next to Prompto and Noctis.

Ignis was on the set of Tonberry Chef.

He did not want to be here.

He wanted to be at home, sipping a fine glass of Bordeaux and reading a good book or even better yet working on his cookbook. Not on a television show with a world known asshole chef. Not with Gladiolus, Prompto and Noctis watching in the stands laughing at him wearing a crisp white apron with a Tonberry holding knives shouting “Let’s Cook!”. He was not pleased with this birthday present in the slightest, the glare of all the lights reflected horribly off his lenses, the heat of the room was stifling and horrible to deal with under the black slacks, blue button up shirt he was wearing.

Noctis had told him he is doing this for the “Future King” after he had tried to refute this so called present. That he was being ordered to do this he had to take a more “work” sense of mind towards it because he representing the Royal Family. There was four others on the floor with him who were suppose to be cooking alongside with Ignis on this contest.

Each person was going to be given a small oven and kitchen set to work with and recreate this recipe of the show’s host own personal collection. Ignis was a great chef but he didn’t feel he was worthy be standing alongside the ones who owned their own restaurants and had been to culinary school. He had just learned to bake and cook to please Noctis nothing more. The more he thought about it the more Ignis became nervous about the whole thing, there was thousands that watched this show. It was extremely popular to view and tonight had been broadcasted previews for a while so he was getting camera shy about it. Here the Prince’s advisor all a bunch of nerves, use to speaking in front of the King and here he was on a television show nervous.

“Damn…” Ignis swore under his breath unsure of himself as he spot Rordon Gamsay walking from his private room to the main floor.

Rordon Gamsay was a bit older than Ignis, similar accent, light blue eyes and a similar pompadour that Ignis just started styling his hair like. It was striking to him that they looked alike, was this why Gladiolus was laughing so much? Ignis did admit watching this show if he was home in time was a bit of a guilty pleasure but he had only watched a few…dozen episodes.

“Shit…” He said as he ran his hands through his swept back hair breaking up the hair gel making it messy around his face. ‘I got to stop watching the show…’

Rordon Gamsay was known to be a complete jerk, yelling at all the contestants and anyone who tried to reason with him. It was fun to watch on television safe at home from the screen but Ignis was having second thoughts as Rordon snatched the coffee cup out of the attendant’s hands. He was feeling a bit hot under the collar by all of this.

“Ready King’s Advisor - your name alone is bringing in a higher rating for tonight. You better be a fuckin’ good as the Prince told me you are. Says you are some sort of savant in the kitchen.”

“I’m advisor to the Prince.” Ignis corrected.

“That doesn’t sell tickets that doesn’t make my number sky rocket like King does so shut it.” Rordon snapped at Ignis.

Balking a bit Ignis turned to the other four in the group they were looking confident and all in their element. Ignis was for once not feeling in his element. There was no way for him to escape his fate now, no running to the bathroom and hiding until the show was over or saying it was a Royal Emergency. He needed to buckle up and do this. Shaking his head Ignis returned with his normal stern and reserved look towards Rordon giving him a charming smile.

“Whatever to boost ratings, Sir.” Ignis said smoothly sounding ever inch the Royal Advisor he is.

As the show started it was a blur to Ignis everything was faster pace than it was on the television. A lot of things happened when it went to commercial that he never suspected before and he was rather interested in the on goings of it but he needed to focus on the contest. At the moment all they had done was explain who they were and what their background was. There was a teleprompter that told Ignis basic things that he was suppose to say, totally scripted using words that he would never use the prompter telling the crowd when to gasp or laugh. Rordon had at several times stop to whisper harshly at Ignis about reading his lines but he felt no need to lie about his family his parents were not world known chefs or anything like what the teleprompter said.

Each time Ignis snarked back at Rordon he heard genuine peals of laughter from the crowd. This was building up his confidence as when Rordon bite back returning fire with something vulgar or witty Ignis just let it roll off his back. Finally they were given the task of the episode to cook, taking the card that was given to him Ignis stared at it, tried to unfold it, flipped it over then stared looking for more.

“Lamb sauce?” Ignis muttered looking to his others, they were reading the same thing but they were not confused in the slightest.

Normally there was a recipe included into the whole thing but this just said lamb sauce. You couldn’t make lamb sauce it was lamb with sauce or not! No way they were going to make sauce out of lamb and there wasn’t a recipe so how could they. The whole premise of the show was to follow that recipe and whoever made the exact replica of Rordon Gamsay’s was the winner of the night.

“Didn’t you here tonight is a special night.” The lanky woman said beside him, she had long black hair pulled up in a decorative bun, a light blue streak of hair framing her face, there was something slightly masculine about her but he couldn’t pin it down.

“No, I am afraid I missed it I don’t watch the show religiously.”

“Says the one with Gamsay Hair. Tonight is about coming up with the recipe yourself and seeing if you guess right.”

“Oh…”

“Problem Stenchia?” Gamsay asked walking over to Ignis, noticing a weakness in the Advisor’s armor.

“None, Ramsay.” Ignis quipped, his mind racking up all the things he knew about prepping, cooking and dressing lamb.

“GAMSAY.” Gamsay growled back at him, he didn’t quite care for the tone of voice Ignis used, that smug self-satisfied tone. 

Ignis couldn’t help himself but snap his fingers when he remembered the recipe he wanted to use for the show. There was no way he was going to make “lamb sauce” he couldn’t even think of a way it could happen in his wildest imagination. Granted his imagination was not as wild as Prompto’s but he felt it was rather active. Giving a confident smile towards Noctis, Prompto and Gladiolus he started to follow the others to the “store room” to pick out his ingredients.

Getting the lamb being rather picky with the slices, Ignis listened to his competitors, all muttering to themselves unsure how they were going to make lamb sauce.

“Like seriously how are we going to do that!?” A short dark skin man asked, he looked like he was about to toss off his apron and leave as he shook the card stock above his head.

“I don’t know, it’s fucking lamb sauce I never heard of making sauce out of lamb!” A petite woman said as she collected a bunch of random cuts of lamb.

“You can’t do it, just impossible.” Ignis commented, he wasn’t going to tell them they were being stupid, just let them try.

“I know that it is stupid he is trying to make us do this. Stupid Gamsay.” The masculine woman said from before.

“Hmm,” Ignis muttered in agreement, he went to pick up some apricots, mandarin oranges, rosemary and some corn meal.

He made sure that the others were not paying much attention to him he couldn’t help the camera that followed him but at least he could stop the others from following him. Once back to his station he listened to Gamsay’s comments about his choice of items mocking the ripeness of the oranges. In which Ignis had to snipe back that if his show implemented the same grocers that the Royal Family did he wouldn’t have to worry about bruised fruits. That earned a huge chuckle from the crowd, Ignis could hear Gladiolus’ powerful laugh from the crowd, it made him feel better.

Watching the others around him he saw them struggling valiantly to make “lamb sauce”. Ignis calmly started to make rosemary roasted lamb with apricot-citrus sauce. With practiced ease Ignis went to work making the dish, his head totally in the game ignoring the frustrated shouts from his competitors.

They were cooking the lamb down in a stew pot, boiling it into mush and making the room smell quite foul. Ignis shook his head, tawny locks getting into his eyes, hiding behind his glasses. Getting a bit of the citrus sauce on his cheek, he ignored it as he was in need of moving a bit faster time was running low. Granted the speedy ovens this place used helped a lot but what he had required a bit more class than mushing up meat hoping it became a sauce and not a puree. The others around him were doing similar things that made Ignis want to shout at them that they were fools but he held it in.

Once the timer went off he had plated a perfect looking slice of roasted lamb with apricot citrus sauce. The others were plating mush. Ignis couldn’t help but snigger at them as Gamsay stared at what he was viewing from the other contestants. All his remarks were akin to “what are you a idiot sandwich” to the people making Ignis even more confident that he was correct.

“Well here we are Ignis Scientia…Royal Advisor to the king with…?”

“Rosemary roasted lamb with apricot-citrus sauce.”

“Not lamb sauce…” One of the competitors grumbled looking at Ignis with angry brown eyes.

“Lamb with sauce.” Ignis corrected. “You cannot have lamb sauce it cannot become sauce in the slightest. You end up with the results that you fine chefs created, puree or mush. Dog food essentially, I am sure the Prince’s pup would enjoy it greatly. Though I don’t think Gamsay will enjoy it unless you are insinuating that he is a dog.”

“WE ARE NOT! We are following the prompt!”

“Which was vague!” Another chimed in.

“Exactly so as sometimes we as chefs are given loose details of what someone would want to eat and taking it quite literal will solve nothing. Indeed I think you all must think I have four legs and bark at the moon. Ignis Scientia despite it all you won the contest!” Rordon Gamsay congratulated Ignis, shaking his hand pulling him close as pictures were snapped.

The show ended leaving Ignis reeling that it was already over before he knew it, he actually did have some fun in it. What he won was a top of the shelf pot and pan set easily worth several thousand Gil, it had been one that Ignis had been looking at for quite some time. There was a nice cash prize that went along with it as well that Ignis carefully thought about buying stock in Ebony Coffee Company.

As he walked down the side steps he was greeted by the cameras wanting to speak with him and such, he kindly refused them and went to join Gladiolus, Prompto and Noctis where eagerly waiting for him. As Gladiolus approached him he laughed at his friend, reaching out a calloused hand to his face Gladiolus wiped the sauce that smeared on his face.

“I can think of sexier ways of getting that off your face but kids are around.” Gladiolus teased the Advisor who gave the Shield a giant eye roll and walked off to follow Noctis and Prompto.

[rainedrop777]

Summary:

A collection of short prompts and stories about our favorite chocobros! Ranging from mid-battle kisses to chill evenings in a library, these shorts cover anything you'd like to see!

Drabble 29: The boys are sent into a world of chaos when Umbra’s powers scramble the very essence of time - and their ages. Time collides when Ignis and Gladio are turned into their timeskip ages, while Noct and Prompto are turned to far past times - as small children. (AKA the fluffiest drabble ever)

[theoniprince]

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2021

☆ミHAPPY NEW YEAR☆ミ

[Regclar]

Ahhhhh!!!! I did it. My boys are back. This year starts with a little artwork of my all time fav. couple of FF15 (besides Gladnis) Last year I drew the whole accordo group. This tme I wanted a cute fluffy moment with just these two enjoy each others company. ﾟ.+(〃ﾉωﾉ)ﾟ.+°

I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST FOR 2021!! Stay safe and keep on going!（☆ω☆*）

[moonraccoon-exe]

(Ch. 29) Ignis and the Beast

*INSERT GIF OF THE BIRD SCREECHING SO LOUDLY THE SCREEN SHAKES*

THIS BITCH IS RIGHT HERE.

*PUNCHES THROUGH THE WALL* *FLIPS THE DESK* *SHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK*

IIIIIIIIIIII AM THE CHAMPIOOOOOOOOOOON MY FRIEEEEEEENDS I beat the HELL out of that writer block FAK YEAH!

It’s not the fluffiest of chapters, but I hope it can be enough so you people forgive me for the eternal wait. I’m so sorry. I think I needed a break from it... OTL

But I’m back on track! As you know the chapters only get fluffier and fluffier so I hope you’re enjoying, and if you do, know that it gets better <3

Here you have the link again! Sorry for the eternal wait and thank you eternally for still reading and not minding and understanding. I HAVE THE BEST DAMN READERS OF THE WORLD AKLSJDFKLDGJ ALKFJAL KGDJAL FKA

[the-princesscat]

Chapters: 6/?

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum/Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia/Noctis Lucis Caelum Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Friends to Lovers, Implied Relationships Series: Part 1 of Midnight Sun

Were starting to get into the good meat of the story as the boys finally leave Insomnia and start their journey. I decided to post two chapters today, so anyone whose been following will have a fun time today. I will Post Chocobo day tomorrow, because it wouldn’t be a good fic without a good Chocobo for our lovely Sunflower. 

[gladnisblackandgoldzine]

35 artists and writers put together this zine focusing and Gladio and Ignis's relationship on their older versions onward. 

If you love Gladnis and you fancy a fluffy treat, our digital edition is still available!

https://blackandgoldfanzine.bigcartel.com/product/platinum…

[bestboyignis]

Can you do absolutely best boy, Ignis? 😊

He is indeed the best boy, thank you for asking for him!

My NOTP for them: Tbh, I'll ship Iggy with anybody, LOL! I'm just going to say Ardyn because I don't care as much for it despite it being also a popular ship, and I want to see Iggy happy at the end of the day. Another notp also used to be IgNoct; I loved the brothers/loyal retainer angle and I thought romance took away from that. I wanted Iggy's devotion to be explained by something beyond romantic love. But well, like I said, I'll ship Iggy with probably anyone, and IgNoct has its cute moments.

My BroTP for them: Oh! HighSpecs actually, LOL! I love Aranea, but come on, Iggy has to be gay, right? You can tell me the other bros are straight but Iggy is queer-coded, I will die on this hill. I love the idea of a friendship with Aranea though, I think they'll get along well. 

My OTP for them: Gladnis, easily. I just love their married couple dynamic. Gladio is like a partner to Iggy in many ways and the trust and care and understanding they have for one another is a thing of beauty. Plus, Gladio being so biased towards Iggy in-game? Taking care of Iggy when Iggy takes care of everyone else? Boy, I'm sold. I want Ignis taken care of and I feel Gladio does a good job of it. 

My second choice pairing for them: Hmm. Hm, hm, you know what, I'll give this to Fleurentia. I dunno, the combined sass with the gorgeous aesthetic? I dig it. I also think Ravus ended up liking (or respecting and having a good opinion of) Iggy in Episode Ignis. It tickles me to think that Ravus is an ass to everyone but then by the end he's all, "Be still. You have a destiny to fulfill." Give him flowers next time, Ravus.

My fluffy pairing for them: Promnis! I love this ship, too. It's probably tied with Fleurentia, and I just maybe like Ravus a bit more as a character. But Promnis is such a soft ship and I love it. Personally, I think it has a "notice me, senpai" charm, or at least can play along that trope. Prompto crushing on Iggy, Iggy somehow growing fond of Prompto... Adorable. I also love the idea that technically, Ignis didn't have to care for Prompto, but he did. I think Iggy is very fond of Prompto and it's lovely to see.

My angsty pairing for them: Oh, IgNoct takes the cake. I actually accept the main ending, and so all roads leading to that ending is just heartbreaking. I also see IgNoct as that ship where Ignis would have given all of himself without expecting anything in return. And I like that about it. I actually don't need a happy ending for IgNoct, I like wallowing in the misery that is Ignis' headspace as he remained devoted to Noctis even after knowing what he eventually knew.

My favorite polyship for them: OT4 ftw! Was there any other choice?

My weirdest pairing for them: Lol, IgNyx. I know they never shared a scene, but it's sexy, all right? Let me live. At least tell me they had a fling, or flirted. 

[theginia]

Gladnis Week Day 3 - A Dash of Sweetness

My Day 3 entry for @gladnisweek

This isn’t exactly the first time that Iris has come to the Citadel unannounced and uninvited, to see either Gladio, their father, or the Prince. It’s not even the first time that no one has been available to receive her, in which case she’s always been taken to a waiting room and been attended to by Palace servants. So why in the hell is Ignis suddenly with her, when he probably has meetings he’s supposed to be in, or laundry to do, or some other bullshit? 

The only logical explanation that Gladio can see is that Ignis, tired of his sister running amuck in the Citadel, has gone into full mother hen mode and has taken it upon himself to, what? Reprimand or discipline her somehow, he assumes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12927663