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UPDATE 12/30/16: I'm looking for some help! Details here. (I'm always looking for more pinners; this is an open invitation.)
I've added/clarified some rules to make life easier to my pinners. Please refrain from changing the subject lines except when filling or updating a fill. It makes it easier for us to keep track of what we've already looked at. Thank you so much!
UPDATE 1/28/17: We've opened up a Drabble Tree post! Go check it out.
UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.
FILL: Gladio/Prompto, Gladio/Any: Gladio as hidden Omega (8/?)
Date: 2017-02-24 10:44 am (UTC)Me @ the boys: stop you have to stop
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Gladio needs to clean himself up before he follows, but first he scours the room for his mobile. It’s almost flat, and when Gladio unlocks it he is greeted with thirty-four missed calls, a staggering twenty-five of which are from Ignis alone. There are a couple of texts from Noctis and a voice message from one of Gladio’s superior officers in the Crownsguard, but nothing worth noting. Since the citadel hasn’t collapsed in his absence, Gladio’s next task is to rid himself of two days worth of sweat and (mostly) dried bodily fluids. There aren’t any clean towels but he can’t bring himself to care, deciding to tidy up his bedroom after he is clean, fed, and has survived the lecture that Ignis has no doubt prepared.
The shower is bliss. Gladio nods off for a second with his face smushed against the glass. He’s so thirsty that he might just drink the sonic spray. He nearly falls out of the shower when his legs decide to screw him over, but somehow he manages to make his way down to the kitchen without hobbling or killing himself on the stairs.
Iris and Jared are noticeably absent, but that’s probably for the best. Gladio will have to thank his little sister for straight up lying to the Crown Prince later - assuming, that is, that whatever Ignis has in store doesn’t kill him. It smells good, whatever it is, and if death by Ignis’ cooking is the way he’s going to go, then Gladio doesn’t think that will be so bad.
Or maybe it’s the Alpha himself that smells so inviting. That is a real possibility right now.
“There are painkillers and a bottle of water on the table, if you so desire,” Ignis informs him without turning around. He looks his usual immaculate self in a white shirt and perfectly ironed trousers, buttons fastened to the collar and sleeves rolled up as he chops vegetables at the counter. Not a single hair is out of place despite working in a kitchen unfamiliar to him, and he moves effortlessly between the cupboards and the stove. He is controlled in a way that Gladio has always respected, and this difference between them is apparent as Gladio pads bare-footed over to the table in sweatpants and a vest.
“I suggest drinking as much of that as you can manage,” Ignis says as Gladio knocks back the pills with a sip from the litre bottle of water. “Have you taken a suppressant since awakening?”
“Err,” Gladio says, unsettled by the complete lack of passive-aggressive-Ignis. Truthfully, it’s a miracle that he didn’t slip over and break his neck in the shower, but Ignis probably knows that already. “No.”
“I thought not,” Ignis concedes, and Gladio glances over just in time to see him wrinkle his nose. Before Gladio has time to feel offended by the action, Ignis continues, “If you would permit me to enter your room, I can collect them for you.”
“It’s a bit of a dump at the moment,” Gladio admits, but he waves a dismissive hand. “But sure, whatever I guess.”
“You guess?”
Gladio rolls his eyes over the rim of the bottle. “Astrals, Iggy, it’s just my bedroom, you don’t have to keep asking.”
“Gladio,” comes a sigh; the beginning of the lecture, no doubt. Gladio recognises the tone, he’s been on the unfortunate end of it more times than he can count. “You have been bed-ridden with heat for the last two days, a time during which you are at your most susceptible to an Alpha’s presence -”
Ignis says 'susceptible', but Gladio hears 'vulnerable'. He recaps the bottles with an excessive crunch of the plastic, fighting the urge to shuffle around so that the table is between him and Ignis’ exasperated glare. His top lip curls up at the thought of being taken advantage of like a child without the common-sense not to trust a stranger with candy. “If you’re so worried about Influencing me, then the hell are you doing here?”
Ignis wipes his hands on the apron, and it must just be an Omega’s overactive post-heat nonsense calling the shots, for Gladio feels unclean in comparison. If Ignis has any idea, then he pays it no mind: “I am your friend, Gladio, and I was concerned that you would fail to take care of yourself during your heat.”
“I’m not incompetent.” The fact that he hadn’t eaten, rehydrated, showered, or even had the foresight to use lube during his heat is a moot point; Gladio refuses to rise to the bait.
“And yet here we are,” Ignis replies with more of a bite, a sign that his patience is wearing thin. Usually, it takes much more than a few snappy comments to frustrate him, but then he’s not usually in making breakfast after Gladio has spent two days fucking himself into a mattress - and badly. “As I could not recall a time in recent years when you had leave for more than an afternoon, I gathered that you had never experienced a heat before. While I am appalled that you would abuse your medication without considering the consequences for your body, I am not here to lecture you about that.”
If his takes off his glasses to give them a clean, Gladio might vault over the table and punch him. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“Rather, I feared that you had not taken the necessary precautions before your heat, and I imagine that if I go up into your bedroom, there will be plenty of evidence for my concern. Not only are you dehydrated, you have neither eaten nor slept well, and that shower has done little more than temporarily mask your scent. I can smell that you are wounded, Gladio, and I don’t just mean physically. Your stubborn pride has gotten you into this mess, and it is the reason that you are refusing my help when you so clearly need it. I suggest -”
He stops. Words do not fail Ignis, so he must have finally realised that Gladio is growling. For a moment, the Amicitia household is alive with nothing but the sound of an Omega’s defensive snarl, but Gladio is happy to offer his own choice of words to the dumb struck Alpha.
“Anything else you’d like to add? Or would you rather I just roll over and let you help me until your poor Alpha instincts stop crying about the stupid, defenceless, little Omega having a goddamn heat in his own home?”
Ignis veers back from the countertop as though he’s been slapped, and Gladio, too, feels a gasping breath of reality punch into his lungs. Ignis is his friend and he regrets letting his mouth run, but Gladio cannot deny the burn of satisfaction as Ignis clears his throat, abashed by his temper as another, heavier silence descends over the kitchen.
“I apologise,” says the advisor, wringing his hands in the apron. “I have no excuse for what I said.”
Gladio doesn’t think that’s true. Ignis is so concerned about Influencing him, that he probably never stopped to consider that the tail-end of Gladio’s heat might affect himself instead. Gladio doesn’t know if that’s enough of an excuse to warrant the dick-waving competition, but Ignis continues before he can make sense of these thoughts.
“You are right, of course. I should not have occupied your kitchen without your permission, especially at the inconvenience of your sister and butler -”
“But you did cook, yeah?” Gladio cuts in, recognising the onset of Ignis’ apologetic rambling. That’s almost worse than the Alpha-edge to his voice; listening to Ignis rambling makes Gladio feel weird.
Ignis startles. “I - yes, of course. That is what I - I mean, I merely -”
“I am pretty hungry,” Gladio adds, perhaps too carefully to be casual. He thinks the painkillers might be kicking in, because he’s starting to feel more like himself; starting to crave Ignis’ cooking and not his scent. “And we don’t want to waste it.”
“No, we don’t want that,” Ignis agrees slowly, looking grateful at the excuse to move the conversation on. “I have prepared enough food for the rest of the day; for Iris, as well. I’ve also put on a pot of tea, although I imagine it may have cooled somewhat now.”
“Not coffee?”
“I was under the belief that you would prefer to be calmed, rather than stimulated, in your state.”
Ignis must be the only person in the world able to say stimulated with a straight face, but that’s not what bothers Gladio here. “In my state,” he drawls, and to his relief, Ignis flushes.
“I’m sorry,” he says, and though it seems to pain him to admit, he adds, “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
“It’s cool,” Gladio says, sharing the sentiment about disclosing his feelings. “Me neither.”
So they are on similar footing after all.
Re: FILL: Gladio/Prompto, Gladio/Any: Gladio as hidden Omega (8/?)
Date: 2017-02-24 02:07 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Gladio/Prompto, Gladio/Any: Gladio as hidden Omega (8/?)
Date: 2017-03-11 06:17 pm (UTC):)