Phoenix Down

Written for @gladnis2018 Holiday Weekend. Day 3 - Confessions

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia Characters: Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum Additional Tags: gladnis holiday weekend, Confessions, Brotherhood-era, 18!Gladio, 17!Ignis, Nervous Gladio, Forward Ignis, Fluff Summary:

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15798393/chapters/36766230 Title: Denial Rating: Gen Pairings: Gladnis Warnings: None Summary: *Captain's log, stardate 754. We have found the accused and we are interrogating him now. He is charged with being in love with his best friend and denying it to his prince. This is a treasonous offence and could be charged with being locked in a cupboard with his desired to see if they can get it…*

"Prompto!"

Prompto stopped the recording and looked over at Noctis and a rather perplexed Ignis. "Yeah?"

"Shut up."

Written for @gladnis2018 Day 6 Prompt: Denial

he apartment was dark, curtains still drawn shut despite the lateness of the day. Rolling his eyes at the negligence of his charge, Ignis instead walked into the kitchen and set his bags on the counter. Forgoing the emptying of the bags in favour of some light, Ignis then crossed the main room and headed for the curtains, calling down the hallway towards Noctis' room as he passed.

"Noct? Isn't it about time you got up now? We have a lot to get through today." He reached the curtains covering the big main room window that overlooked Insomnia and pulled them back, bathing the room in light. Tying them back, he turned around.

"Ignis."

Ignis jumped not expecting anyone to call his name, at least not his prince, fully dressed and sitting in a chair. His back was ramrod straight and he was holding a can of ebony.

"Noctis, you startled me…" he frowned as the realisation kicked in. "What were you doing sitting in the dark?"

Noctis just held out the can of coffee. "We need to talk."

Ignis raised a sceptical eyebrow. "I have to put the perishables in the refrigerator before they get too warm."

Noctis just waved his hand dismissively which further fuelled Ignis scepticism. This wasn't like Noctis at all.

"Prom?" he called tilting his head slightly towards a figure lurking in the corner.

"On it," the blonde chirped happily and Noctis scowled.

"Please sit down. Coffee?"

Ignis heaved a sigh and with a furtive glance over at Prompto to ensure he was putting everything away in their proper places he accepted the coffee and sank into the chair. "Have I done something wrong?"

"It's not a matter of what you have done, it’s more of a case of what you haven't done."

Ignis opened his eyes wide as he wracked his brain for something, anything he might have forgotten to do. He had been a little lax of late, what with his highness' graduation. But that was just to give Noctis some breathing room before he started his royal duties full time at the end of summer. "Your Highness if you are looking to lodge a formal complaint about my services as your royal adviser then I kindly ask that Prompto not be in the room…"

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15776841 Title: That’s What Friends Are For Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Pairings: Gladnis Warnings: None Summary: Gladio is fed up with his father finding him dates for the annual officer ball. He want's to be able to date who he wants, when he wants.Clarus agrees and so Gladio has a couple of days to find the woman of his dreams. Luckily Ignis is on hand to stall and play boyfriend whilst he does.

Written for @gladnis2018 Day 4 Prompt: Fake Dating

The sound of a door slam caused Ignis to look up from the article he was reading on his phone. Pushing himself off the wall, he smiled as he saw Gladio walking towards him. He pocketed his phone and waved his hand in greeting. His smile faltered when it wasn't reciprocated.

"Rough morning?" he teased.

Gladio just grunted and started walking, running a hand through his hair as he did.

Ignis followed behind, increasing his pace in order to keep up with his friend. "Is anything the matter?"

Without slowing his stride Gladio glanced at Ignis, sighed and shook his head. There was a split second before he was nodding it and then another second before he was shaking it again. His shoulder's slumped in defeat. "Coffee?" he asked.

"Have you ever known me to say no to coffee?"

Gladio cracked a smile and rolled his eyes before placing a hand on the small of Ignis' back to steer him into the closest coffee shop.

Ignis' ears pinkened at the touch. He had long realised that he harboured feelings for his friend. Feelings that could never be acted on

"It's that time of the year," Gladio started, as they joined the queue for coffee. "when the Lord Shield decides to finally take an interest in my life and set me up with the daughter of a high standing political figure in order to secure my future bloodline."

Ignis bit his lip and turned away. This was the reason he could never act on his feelings. Seeing a distraction in the form of ordering coffees, he gave the barista their usual order, paid and walked over to the collection point to wait for them to be made. There he took a few quick seconds to steal himself and be the supportive friend before turning back to Gladio.

"So," he said as casually as he could. "Which lucky girl gets to bask in your brilliance for this year's Officer Ball?"

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15768993/chapters/36681138

Title: When Lightening Strikes

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Pairings: Gladnis

Warnings: None (Phobias)

Summary: Gladio Amicitia is the shield of the future king, he supposed to be big and strong and a protector to all. He's certainly not supposed to be scared of anything. But he is, and he's kept it hidden all these years.But now, his secret may become known when he sleeps over at his boyfriend's house and the weather takes a little turn for the worse.

Written for @gladnis2018 Prompt - Electricity.

Written with the amazingly talented @tsunderegrumbling

Ignis had been dating Gladio for nearly two months. They'd met as kids almost fifteen years, grown up together, became friends and then more recently, boyfriends. In those two months, nay those fifteen years Ignis had never once invited Gladio round to his apartment. Up until now, their dates had been exclusively in public. Restaurant meals, theatre trips, museum outings. On the odd occasion, they had extended the date it had always been to Gladio's house.

To Ignis, having someone enter his own home, his own personal sanctuary meant that he was opening up, trusting people, almost relinquishing what little control over his own life he had and sharing it with someone else. With Gladio, though it was different, he already shared 90% of his life with the man, work colleagues to friends to now this new relationship. It sort of made sense to bring Gladio 100% into his life, to open up and let him in.

Which is why at almost 7.30 on a Friday evening, Ignis was home in his own apartment, a chickatrice pot pie was cooking in the oven, a Duscaen orange trifle was chilling in the fridge and Ignis himself was on his hands and knees scrubbing at a wine stain on the wall behind the bookcase. A stain that had happened when Ignis had accidentally knocked his glass off the bookcase whilst he'd been retrieving a book to read.

Ignis knew that he could just move the bookcase over an inch or too and it the stain would have been hidden, but he at least wanted to try and look like he had made an effort. If he was going to let Gladio into his life, he wanted it to be a life he was proud of.

Outside the apartment building, Gladio nervously shifted the bag on his shoulder, wincing at the sound of the wine bottles clattering as he moved. Ignis had been adamant he didn't need to bring anything, but he'd sniffed around to try and find Ignis' favourite wine - he'd been told Altissian red was always a good bet, so he'd gotten that and some Galahdian wine as well. That had been harder to procure, but if Ignis didn't want it he knew damn well Nyx would.

He'd been to Ignis' building before to drop him off but had never been invited inside as of yet. He wasn't offended; he knew how private Ignis was. But now he wondered what the night would bring. Was he expected to stay? Was he wantedto stay? He'd always kept a spare overnight bag in his car in case of emergencies...would he need it tonight? His cheeks flared slightly pink. They didn't even have to doanything, but if Ignis wanted him he'd be happy to stay.

ALI!!! You making me blush! Thank you so much for your kind words. I’ll never forget how you graced the scene with your “between the shadow and the soul” honestly friends if you haven’t read this work of art go do it now! It’s a great read, by a great author who I appreciate greatly.

Perhaps Ignis had had a little too much to drink, perhaps combining it with the heat from the hot springs and then walking back in the cold air had been too much. Perhaps everything combined together and the whole bottle of wine he’d had, without any food to soak it up, had gone straight to his head.

“You’re cute,” he mumbled into Gladio’s side.

“Am I?”

“Yes, but don’t tell my boyfriend I said that, he’s a shield you know, he could quite easily knock you out...” he glanced up at the said boyfriend. “Or knock you over... you’re strong...”

“And you’re drunk.”

“No, I’m merry.” Ignis said determinedly, "and if I’m Merry then you are Pippin!” he chuckled at his joke and Gladio just smiled fondly and patted him on his head, fingers carding through his hair as they walked. “You look like my boyfriend...” Ignis muttered, head buried in Gladio’s shoulder again.

“Must be a handsome guy,” Gladio hummed, shifting his bag. Supporting Ignis and carrying their picnic bag was causing him a little discomfort, especially since he wasn’t exactly sober himself.

“Oh yes, he is,” Ignis beamed and pushed away from Gladio in excitement. He spun around so he could face Gladio and walk at the same time. “He has brown hair, like yours and deep honey eyes that are like being encased in amber... you know those fossils that house old bugs, like that one they found in Niflheim that literally has a huge Solider Wasp in it. Anyway, his eyes are like your eyes. And he has a scar running over his eye that he got for being brave... oh he was so brave there was this dangerous man who wanted to hurt our friend and my boyfriend - although he wasn’t my boyfriend at the time - stepped in to protect our friend and he was so heroic. How did you get your scar?” He held out his hand in an attempt to touch the scar that marred Gladio’s face, only with him walking backwards down a hill, and slightly inebriated as he were, he wasn't the most stable on his feet. As proven when his foot caught on a rock and he tumbled gracefully to the ground. “Oh,” he muttered. “Ow”

Gladio glanced down at him, slow to register what was going on. He placed the picnic bag on the grass and crouched down next to him. “You okay?”

“Yeah...” Ignis shrugged and looked around for the culprit to his trip. “Just fell over this blasted rock. How rude of it.”

Gladio opened the bag and rooted inside, bringing forth a first aid kit. “Let’s take your shoe off...”

Ignis didn’t take any notice of him and allowed Gladio to remove his shoe and sock to see his ankle. Instead, he glared at the rock. “You can’t just lie there, thinking you own the place you know,” he admonished and Gladio smirked. “Who do you think you are? Some sort of rock star? Well, you think you can take me for granite, but mark my words, mister, I will be talking to your parents. Don’t you boulder-dash me, you got yourself into this schist, so you can dig yourself out of it.  No, there’s no point gravelling at my feet, I’m usually a down to earth kinda guy, but there’s no point denying the fact that I am extremely disappointed in you.”

By this point, Gladio had finished inspecting Ignis’ ankle, determined it to be lightly sprained, cracked a potion over it and wrapped it in a compression bandage just to be on the safe side.

“Iggy?”

“Not now I’m giving this geode a solid talking to.”

“Iggy it’s a rock.”

“Yes and a very stone-face talking to, it is getting.”

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15747954 Title: Breaking Point Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Pairings: Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia Warnings: No Active Warnings Apply Summary: Breaking point - the moment of greatest strain at which someone or something gives way.

They'd been on the road for weeks, it was only a matter of time before someone broke down, before someone got sick of everything. Fortunately for them, Ignis was always on hand to help.

Written for Day 1 of @gladnis2018 using the Sick-Fic Prompt.

At some point during their journey, they had all broken down, typically leaving Ignis to pick up the remnants of their fragmented selves and piece them together one by one. For Prompto it was the realisation that he was no longer a regular citizen, that he was now one of the guard and had a duty to uphold. Ignis had taken him to one side, buoyed his spirits and convinced him that he wouldn’t have been allowed to come with them if they didn’t think he was ready. For Noctis, it was the realisation that he was king, that people were going to start looking towards him for advice on how best to proceed. Ignis had reminded him that he wasn’t alone, that he had both himself and Gladio by his side. For Gladio it had been the fear that he wasn’t good enough, the death of his father, reminding him that no-one is immortal, that even the mighty can fall. It was up to Ignis once again to reassure, support, and encourage him. So it was no surprise when Ignis finally broke down as well, what was surprising was how it happened. “Specs, the button fell off my shirt.” A sigh; “Add it to the pile Noct.” “Hey, er Ignis? Have you seen my bag of lenses?” A pause; “In Gladio’s bag, underneath his sweatshirt.” “Yo, Iggy. I’m going for a run and I’ll grab dinner for myself while I’m out.” A twitch; “That is quite alright Gladio, thank you for informing me.” “What’s for dinner?” A tut; "Veggie medley stew." Noctis made his distaste for vegetables known; "Ugh, I’d rather starve. Have we anything else?" That had been the turning point for Ignis as he turned around from the stove, a vein in his temple throbbing dangerously. No, they didn't have anything else because he hadn't gone shopping yet, and astrals forbid anyone from taking the initiative and going shopping for him! Oh no, Ignis had to do everything around here, the cooking, the cleaning, the driving, the waking everyone up in the morning. He gripped the edge of the counter and counted to ten, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth.

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