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Gladio/Ignis, Sneezing
Date: 2017-03-01 08:25 pm (UTC)And Ignis is sort of into that.
You can do whatever you like with this. It's fine if Ignis is just kind of fussy and takes care of him, like giving him tissues, all the way up to they like it in bed. This could even be just a fic about the bros making fun of Gladio about it, I don't even care. Have at it.
Re: Gladio/Ignis, Sneezing
Date: 2017-03-03 08:58 am (UTC)Re: Gladio/Ignis, Sneezing
Date: 2017-03-09 09:41 am (UTC)OP Here
Date: 2017-03-09 05:01 pm (UTC)FILL: 1/?, Something in the Air (Gladio/Ignis, Sneezing)
Date: 2017-03-11 03:23 am (UTC)The golden plains of Leide stretch on for miles, the distant hills shimmering in the heat haze. Ignis discreetly wipes a droplet of sweat from his brow as a herd of long-necked anak saunter past, grazing on whatever vegetation they can find, watching the group with wariness but not making a move. The beasts needn't worry; the anak are not their quarry today. They're here to hunt the sabertusks that have been plaguing the region, in the hopes of earning some much-needed gil for the Regalia's repairs.
Prompto's eagerly snapping photographs of the landscape and the others. Noctis hams it up for the camera, his usual shyness melting away when it's just the four of them, out in the wild open country of Lucis with no one else to see. And Gladio? Gladio should be in his element here. Ignis knows he's a keen outdoorsman, well accustomed to camping and hunting and finding his way in the wilderness. (If one can consider Insomnia's carefully maintained nature reserves "wilderness", of course. None of the four of them, save for Noctis, has so much as left the boundaries of the Crown City before.)
But something's clearly bothering the Prince's Shield. Gladio's been irritable all morning, ever since he'd returned to their campsite from his morning run. He's barely spoken to Ignis that day, beyond a grunt of thanks and a perfunctory kiss when he'd served up breakfast, and he's been positively abrasive towards Noctis and Prompto.
Gladio's up ahead, tracking the movements of the sabertusk pack from their prints they've left behind in the dirt. He crouches to get a closer look at the trail, extends a hand to wipe the accumulated dust and debris away. From behind, Ignis sees his shoulders quake; his head tilts upwards, then all of a sudden he doubles over with a forcefully stifled sneeze. "H'tschh!"
"Bless you," Ignis calls out. Gladio just turns and glares at him, before going on ahead. "Yes, thank you ever so much, Ignis, for your continued interest in my well-being. Whatever would we all do without you?" Ignis says to himself.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Prompto making a twirly hand gesture at the side of his head, in the universal signal for "he's lost it". Ignis sighs, ruffling a hand irritably through his hair. Must be this damned heat, he thinks. Clearly it's getting to all of them.
They press on, Noctis taking the lead this time, with Prompto not far behind. Gladio's at the rear of their little party, keeping an eye out for the local predators. Meanwhile, Ignis is keeping an eye on him. As the designated mother hen of their group it's his duty to watch over his friends' well-being - and as Gladio's boyfriend, he has a personal stake in this as well, of course.
Gladio keeps rubbing at his eyes and nose as though to try and banish a persistent itch. His eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, and he keeps sniffling from time to time; once or twice Ignis is sure he hears another stifled sneeze, though he's never quick enough to catch Gladio in the act. Perhaps he's ill? Ignis wonders. Though Gladio's rarely sick, a summer cold wouldn't be completely out of the question.
And, well. That does have a certain appeal for Ignis. He doesn't know what it is - maybe it's to do with his caretaking nature, maybe just some quirk of attraction - but there's something about the sight of a gorgeous, powerful man laid low by a sniffle that never fails to make him all hot under the collar.
He falls back, waits for Gladio to catch up. "Are you feeling quite all right, love?" Ignis says, with a gentle brush of his hand against Gladio's shoulder. "You're looking a bit under the weather."
"M'fine, Iggy," Gladio mutters, not meeting Ignis' eyes. "Must just be something in the air. Dust, o-or..." A hazy, unfocused expression passes across his face. His nostrils flare, and he buries a sneeze in the crook of his elbow. "Heh... eh'SCHOO!" This time, it's too powerful to stifle - though Gladio's sneezes are a lot softer than Ignis would expect for a man of his size and demeanour. Almost gentle, really. It's kind of adorable.
An embarrassed flush spreads across Gladio's face; he sniffles miserably, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. Ignis feels his own face growing uncomfortably warm. Gods, he has a problem. "Bless you," he says, voice husky.
(sorry this is so short, OP! I haven't had a lot of time for writing lately, but there'll definitely be more to come!)
OP
Date: 2017-03-11 02:25 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: 2/?, Something in the Air (Gladio/Ignis, Sneezing)
Date: 2017-04-28 10:53 pm (UTC)Noctis and Prompto have turned around at this point and are watching the scene unfold.
"Gladio's sick?" says Noctis, eyes wide. In all the time he's known Gladio, he's rarely been taken ill. (Unlike Noct himself, who seems to catch every chill and fever that's going around. Ignis has often wondered if his susceptibility to illness and general lethargy is a side-effect of being bonded to the Crystal; King Regis is much the same way, though unlike Noctis, the king at least knows not to push himself too far.)
"I'm not sick," says Gladio, though the redness around his eyes and the congestion in his voice would suggest otherwise.
Prompto pats his shoulder sympathetically. "Allergies? Aw, man, I feel you. Hay fever's a total bastard," he says. Ignis, who hadn't known Prompto suffered from any such affliction, files this information away for later with a guilty little thrill.
If anything, Gladio looks even more annoyed, though he makes no attempt to shrug off Prompto's touch. "Guys. Leave it alone, will ya. I don't have allergi... huhh." His eyes glaze over, his nostrils flare; Ignis tries and fails to pretend he isn't staring in rapt fascination, shivers running down his spine with every heave of Gladio's shoulders. "h'ihhh... hUH'schoo!"
Gladio sniffles, and rubs at his irritated nose, now growing increasingly flushed and red. Ignis exhales a shuddering breath, pulls his spare handkerchief from his breast pocket and hands it to Gladio. "Bless you, love," he says, trying his best to keep his voice level.
Gladio's stormy expression softens just barely as he takes the offered handkerchief from Ignis. "I still don't have allergies," he mumbles into the kerchief, giving his nose a short, sharp blow, then scrubbing at it once more.
Ignis has found himself admiring that nose on more than one occasion; its strong, arched lines and elegantly flared nostrils would surely be appealing to anyone with a sense of aesthetics, regardless of whether they shared Ignis' particular desires.
But like this, nose reddened and buried in Ignis' own silk handkerchief, he's irresistible. Is this going to be a regular occurrence from now on? Ignis wonders. Because at this rate, surely it's going to send him to an early grave. Much more of this and he fears he might actually spontaneously combust.
"You don't have allergies in Insomnia," Prompto says. "But the plants here aren't exactly like the ones back home, y'know?"
Ignis considers this. "Prompto may be right. Perhaps the local flora is responsible for this affliction," he says thoughtfully.
"Ugh," Gladio grunts. "Look - we've got better things to do than hang around here all day debating the cause of my sneezing, okay? I, for one, would like to eat tonight. C'mon." With one last sniffle, he stuffs the handkerchief into his trouser pocket, and materializes his greatsword with a flick of his wrist, heading off into the Leiden plains. Noct and Prompto hurry after him, and Ignis, ever watchful, brings up the rear.
(sorry this is so late! thank you for being so patient with my painfully slow writing <3)
OP
Date: 2017-04-30 02:06 am (UTC)Thank you for this lovely update! It's awesome! The way they interact is spot on, and I love Gladio being all gruff and self-conscious, and eee Prom with hayfever! <3 You're hitting everything I like and I'm so happy! :DDDD
Re: OP
Date: 2017-04-30 03:58 am (UTC)Re: FILL: 3/?, Something in the Air (Gladio/Ignis, Sneezing)
Date: 2017-05-22 08:43 pm (UTC)Not for lack of trying, mind you. It's just terribly difficult to get the jump on your prey when your party's most experienced hunter makes so much noise. For such a big guy, Gladio can be awfully stealthy when he wants to–
“h'ihh... uh'SCHOO! hahh-ESCHH!”
–but as it happens, he doesn't have much choice in the matter right now. Ignis looks over at Gladio, who's slumped wearily against the tree trunk, blowing his nose into the handkerchief he'd lent him earlier. He's the picture of allergic misery, his amber eyes watering, that proud, arched nose flushed red from near-constant sniffling and rubbing. It's utterly ridiculous, but Ignis is sure he's never been so attracted to him in his life.
“Bless you, big guy,” says Prompto, who's sprawled out in the shade under the tree, his head resting on Noct's chest. His pale, freckled face and arms are showing the beginnings of what looks to be a nasty sunburn, though Ignis had made sure the whole party had applied sunscreen liberally before they'd left the trailer back at Hammerhead. “Y'know, I'm sure I have some allergy meds back in the Regalia. For the allergies that you totally don't have.”
Gladio opens his mouth to let loose some scathing reply, though it's cut off by another sneeze, followed by a ragged, snuffling sigh. “ahh-ESCHOO! Unnnhh...” His voice is hoarse and thick with congestion, and he sounds utterly wrecked. Ignis is torn between the urge to take care of him and the sudden wild impulse to pin him up against that tree, grind their hips together and press heated kisses to every bit of bare skin on display–
Stop that, he tells himself, pinching the bridge of his nose between forefinger and thumb as though to ward off an impending headache. It seems Gladio isn't the only member of their little party who's off his game today, Ignis thinks ruefully. He should know better than to allow himself to be driven to distraction like this.
The worst of the heat having passed, they move on. Having lost the trail of the sabertusks a while back, their resident survival expert is currently crouched in the dirt examining the trails, handkerchief clasped over the lower half of his face to protect his irritated, over-sensitized nose from the dust.
“Looks like dualhorn tracks here,” Gladio waves his free arm to indicate the direction in which the beasts were moving. “Two of them, moving north. If we haul ass now, we should be able to catch up with them before the sun starts going down.”
“Can't we give it a rest for today?” Noctis sighs. “Anyway, I thought we were hunting sabertusks.”
“I know you need your beauty sleep, Princess. But in case you hadn't noticed, we're a little short on cash,” Gladio says, with a sniff. “And dualhorn horns fetch a decent price.”
Ignis hums thoughtfully. “Their meat makes a fine casserole, too,” he says, taking a mental inventory of their meager supplies. “Though we're a little lacking in ingredients for that sort of thing.”
“Did someone say meat?” Prompto pipes up, eyes wide and hopeful. “Because I could murder a steak right about now.”
“Or a steak sandwich...” says Noctis, dreamily.
Gladio shoots a beseeching look in Ignis' direction (one that, on a lesser man, might have been called puppy-dog eyes). “How 'bout those grilled steak skewers of yours, Iggy?”
Ignis steps forward, adjusting his gloves. “Gentlemen, I have a proposal,” he says. “Whoever catches the prey shall decide what's on tonight's menu – resources allowing, of course.” Then he turns, lightning-quick, and bolts in the direction of the retreating dualhorn tracks, daggers at the ready. “And it seems I have the head start!”
Oh, he knows he's going to pay for this later. But it's absolutely worth it.
(apologies again for the wait!)
OP
Date: 2017-05-22 10:34 pm (UTC)But OH. Your descriptions are spot on, and I have to say, I'm identifying with Ignis more and more!!!
Thank you!
Re: OP
Date: 2017-05-23 03:30 am (UTC)(And heh. They might just get more than they'd bargained for with the dualhorns...)
Fill: Gladio/Ignis, Sneezing
Date: 2017-03-16 09:41 pm (UTC)............
It was a long track up the hill, and the group had just stopped in a more or less flat spot for a rest. Noctis wanted to take a "ten minute power nap," Igniscwanted to take inventory of their curative supply, Prompto wanted to take pictures of the unusual flowers in the area and Gladio....
"Aaaaah-CHOO!" he sneezed. Again.
"Here, Gladio," Ignis said, offering him a bottle of water and two small pills: an oblong white one and a round red one.
"The white one is an antihistamine and the red one is a decongestant. Those flowers Prompto's been photographing may be triggering your allergies."
"Thanks," Gladio said and took the pills and water.
"It's kind of ironic when you think about it," Prompto mused. "You're named after a flower and you're allergic to them."
Prompto laughed and Gladio rolled his eyes, giving the blonde a subtle shove on the shoulder. "Shudup."
Pronto kept laughing. "Ya know big guy, they say that when you sneeze you have 1/8th of an orgasm."
Gladio scoffed. "That's an urban legend."
"Not entirely." Ignis corrected. "A sneeze causes multiple muscles, including many that are active during orgasm, to contract simultaneously. It's generally a slightly stronger reaction in women, but in both genders, depending on the strength of the sneeze, the muscles in the genetal area can contract at anywhere between ten and thirteen percent the strength or orgasmal contractions."
There were several moments of stunned silence, all three men staring at Ignis. Ignis raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Noctis groaned. "How do you expect me to sleep after THAT biology lesson, Specks?"
Ignis smirked. "I DONT expect you to sleep at all. We need to get a move on if we're to make it up this hill, slay the monster, and return to town before nightfall."
"Isn't there a haven neer the top?" Gladio asked.
"Yes there is," Ignis confirmed. "But with your allergies and all of our exhaustion I think a hotel would be best."
"Woohoo!! Real beds!" Prompto cheered and slapped Noctis hard on his shoulder. "C'mon dude, lets go kill so we can sleep NOT on the ground tonight."
Noctis reluctantly stood from his place sitting against a large bolder. Prompto rushed ahead, followed closely by Noctis.
Once they were out of general earshot, Ignis turned back to Gladio.
"You go ahead and have that thirteen percent of an orgasm, Gladiolus." Ignis spoke low and winked. "Tonight at the hotel I'll give you the other eighty-seven."
Gladio cringed. "I know you're trying to be sexy right now but that was just wi-" his sentence cut short before....
"Aaaaa-CHOO!"
Ignis waggled an eyebrow and produced a tissue from seemingly nowhere.
Gladio took the tissue, glaring at Ignis. "Shudup."
OP
Date: 2017-03-17 05:17 pm (UTC)