tempurasteel:

Here’s my half of a collab with the amazing @hanatsuki89 for Gladnis Week, Day One!  @gladnis2018

We chose the sickfic prompt.  OF COURSE.  You can find Hana’s heart-melting art right here!  I’ll also be posting this on AO3, also under TempuraSteel.  Please enjoy and tell Gladio what an idiot he is.  😉

Summary:  Gladio’s got some training to do, but Ignis has been watching his every move and isn’t so convinced his husband should be out and about.  (Spoiler: He’s right.)

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It starts with a simple
cough and bit of throat clearing.
Nothing entirely suspicious, as it were.
Gladio’s job as captain of the Crownsguard often finds the other man
half-coated in dust, pollen, and other forms of natural chaos that require
Ignis’s prompt attention in order to keep the nuisance from spreading
throughout their shared home.  But is the
frequency of it that causes Ignis to furrow his brow and watch his husband a
bit more closely the past day or so that concerns him.  

Even now as Gladio binds
the top of his hair away from the angular plans of his jaw, he is at it with
the soft throat-clearning topped with the addition of sniffling.  Ignis glances over the rims of his spectacles
with a studious stare as Gladio’s gaze meets his own in the mirror.

“What’s with the
look, Iggy?”

The advisor pushes his
glasses higher upon the perch of his nose with one finger.  "Can I not merely watch you ready
yourself for duty?“

Gladio snaps the rubber
band into place with a deft twist of calloused fingers.  "You ain’t ‘merely watchin’.”

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