#absolute fave!

Ahahahahaahhahaah!! Ahahahahhahaha hahahahaha, ohmananon why did you do this, I am ahahahahahhahahahahahahaha!!!

This is the third time I read it and I’m still laughing everytime, jesus christ, I’m laughing at this more than I should be doing this is hahahahahahaha this is not okay ohmygod

“I’m armed”

Ahahahahahahhahaha I can’t stop laughing, why is this so silly and funny

Hahahahahah, all the jokes Gladio can do

All the fun he’s going to have with the arm, he can make Ignis laugh with jokes with it and go around having, ohmygod hahahahahaha, Gladio’s having so much fun

That’s it.

I’m…I’m broken now. You won. Take the ten points, anon. You just broke my heart, are you content? I am…oh Astrals, please don’t make me cry, don’t. I just…

Anon. This is sad, but it’s also so real. That’s what makes it even sadder.

Dear Ramuh, let me, just, give me a second.

Okay…

I enjoy greatly of this as an explanation of how he’s such a good care-taker. It makes sense, you know? Not only as some sort of nurse, but also in the sewing and cooking part. Doesn’t want his grandma to deal with such things so he learns himself.

Ignis “motherly” being could easily come from there; he mirrors the treatment he once had with grandmother, and only develops further when it’s his turn to nanny her. 

Boi.

This breaks me a little. Well…it breaks me enough.

What I personally love most of this is how you suggest Gladio handles it- he’s not feeling pity and goes to cuddle the hell out of him, like some people believe he would only because “it’s cute”. No way; he knows what pain feels like, and he knows the best way to deal with them because he has had Noctis do the same, probably.

Did you know, anon, that in psychology they say that anger is only a mask, which in reality hides sadness? 

I imagine it to be Ignis’ strongest, toughest work-out so far, with Gladio only pushing him harder on it. He may be rude and Ignis may grow personally angered at him during it, but Gladio won’t mind, because he just knows it’s going to help him and that it’s what he needs.

I believe Ignis at first may not have wanted to agree to training; “it’s not the moment, Gladiolus”, but Amicitia eventually leads him there.During it he delivers comments of the sort, “Is that the best you can do!?”, “What kind of weakling is part of the prince’s Crownsguard!?”, “Do you call that a hit!?” and, reaching the end during sparring, more comments regarding “What would your grandmother think if she saw you like this?”“Angry?”“No. So fucked up. And weak.”

Gladio won’t admit it and will try twice his best than usual, but truth is he’s having troubles sparring with Ignis. The man is so fired up and so angered by this point that he’s almost literally one big flame, and he’s unstoppable. Still, Gladio will continue to piss him off on purpose, yelling at him, making comments and hitting him when he gets the chance.

“Are you angry!?”“Of course I am!”“Do you call this anger!?”Ignis will growl in a yell.“Come on! Is this all the anger you have? Does it really hurt so little that you don’t have more!?”“Shut up!”“Why are you angry!?”“I don’t know!”“Why the fuck are you angry!?”“I don’t know!”“Why the fuck are you-!?”“Because it hurts!”

Screaming that out, Ignis is going to hit Gladio’s double-hand sword so hard he’s going to unarm him, but the hit was so violent he let go of his own sword, and he stumbled. Gladio, expecting this would happen at some point, dumbly but effectively grabs him before falling, and the change is immediate; as soon as he grabs him Ignis buries the face in his chest and, for once, he lets somebody hug him for an entire hour while he simply breaks down.

The scene is…so harmful and sad.

Both standing in the middle of the training hall, sweating, Gladio hugging him and Ignis holding onto his shirt tightly and simply sobbing like he’s never done before, and really not caring; even if he cared, he simply just can’t stop, and if he tries the sobbing just grows uglier and louder, and he’s hating himself for it because he feels so damn weak.

It’s going to take Ignis an hour before somewhat calming, but Gladio won’t let go. Ignis feels humiliated; he tends to force himself to never show any emotion, so having broken down this bad and in such an ugly way, it’s embarrassing him. So he can’t look up at Gladio, and doesn’t get away because, that way, he can keep the head rested on his chest, not only for comfort but also because, that way, his face stays hidden from the young Shield.

It’s not like Gladio plans to let go, either.

“I know it hurts, Ignis” Gladio whispers to him, not looking down, the eyes lost in the distance and arms firm around the other. “Everything comes to an end, inevitably. But, every time something leaves your life, something new comes not to replace it but to carry on.”

Very surprisingly to Ignis, he’s going to feel Gladio nuzzling at the top of his head, and press a tiny kiss to it.

“I don’t know when, or how, but you’re going to have family one day again, blood related or not.”

Gladio will caress his hair, still hugging him.

“I feel it.”