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Different author!anon here.

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"Noct, how will you take your coffee?" Ignis asks, filling a mug as Noctis blearily exits the tent. And refilling his own mug for a third cup of the morning. Thunder rumbles in the distance, though for now their camp is still in sunshine. Ignis isn't looking forward to getting rained on again, but they'll have to get moving soon. It's already past 8.

"Nngh," says Noct, meaning "my usual." Ignis dilutes his cuppa with milk and sugar until it's hardly worth calling coffee and passes it over. Noctis sips it carefully until he seems to gather enough strength to form words. Or one word. "Gladio."

Ignis raises an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Still asleep," Noct manages, and sighs. He sits down on one of the folding chairs, grimacing when he finds it wet.

Ignis frowns. "What do you mean?" It's true he hasn't seen Gladio since he woke up this morning, rousing before dawn as always and leaving the others to snooze while he cooked breakfast. But he had assumed Gladio was on his phone or reading when he hadn't come out in the following hours.

Noctis shrugs, morning vocabulary exhausted. "A moment, then," says Ignis. "Help yourself to sausages." He heads back over to the tent. Noctis left the flap undone and Ignis peers into the gloom. Inside, beside his own neatly rolled bedroll, lies Gladio, rolled up like a burrito and clearly still sleeping. Ignis sighs and then tuts.

"Up and at 'em," he declares, pulling the tent flap wide to let in the sunlight while they have it. "You've lost to Noct and I doubt you'll ever live it down." He sticks his foot inside and nudges Gladio's rear. He's rewarded for his efforts with a growl... and then a cough. Ignis frowns again and steps fully into the tent. Gladio has his back to the door, so Ignis moves around him and crouches down to get a better look at his face.

Gladio's amber eyes, usually so lively, are scrunched shut, and he looks pale. His hair is hanging limply, damp with sweat. Ignis reaches out to touch his forehead and finds it warm. His previous irritation melts away and he pushes Gladio's bangs out of his face.

"Ah... My dear, I do believe you're under the weather."

Gladio stirs at his gentle touch and opens an eye. "'M fine," he mumbles, and coughs again, for longer this time. The effort leaves him a little breathless.

"We'll camp another day." Ignis leans down and kisses Gladio's forehead lightly. "I'll get you some tea, all right? Just rest easy for now." He gets no reply but a grumble of acquiescence, which is good enough.

Back outside the tent, Noctis is dozing in his chair, coffee half-drunk and forgotten in his lap. Prompto is just coming up the slope, leading the chocobos and singing - again. Ignis stops him with a raised hand. "You can let them scratch around," he says. "Gladio's sick, so we won't be going anywhere today."

"Oh no!" says Prompto. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Noctis yawns. "I'm gonna go back to sleep, too, then..."

At least it seems everyone else is feeling normal.

OP
Oh, this is such a sweet little fic! I love how domestic it feels, and Ignis giving gentle forehead kisses is just lovely. Thank you for filling my prompt!

You're welcome! I'm glad you enjoyed it, even though it's short! :)

Prompt Post

Short Fill - Camping. Again. (Gladio/Ignis)

Re: Short Fill - Camping. Again. (Gladio/Ignis)

Author Anon