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blindingloyalty:

“Perhaps. Then again, one might consider it helpful advice. If you ask me, sleeping in the comfort of one’s tent, does not only help one wake feeling rested- but makes it so they aren’t forced to sleep uncomfortably in the back of the Regalia on a winding road. If I had to choose between one or the other, I believe I’d choose the tent…” Fingers tightened their grip atop his shoulder, if only for a brief moment before they moved, knuckles brushing against the cut of his jaw in a tender display of affection. “Not only that, but might I remind you these are the few fleeting hours we have to be.. close to one another. It would be a shame to have it go to waste.” 

   “   yeah   ?   easier said than done with three other men tryin’ to roll over ya every other hour,  ”  he jokes tiredly, long fingers wrapping around the circumference of the mug, the heat seeping through metal and warming his palms, heavy duty enough that it doesn’t scald him. it’s been weeks since the fall of insomnia, and with it comes the birth of his own --- a struggle to slip into sleep that sees him staring at the darkened canvas overhead and listening to the tide of their breathing. gladio brushes his cheek into his knuckles.  “  how romantic. don’t suppose we can spend them by the fire ?  don’t fancy wakin’ up with Prom’s foot stuck in my face for a while yet. ”

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blindingloyalty:

It had grown late, having watched the sun fade as the moon was quick to take its place. Instead, it was the fire that offered what little warmth and light as they were left to the silence of the night. What with dinner having been made, and the younger two in their tent, it was he who moved to his side, a hand placed to his shoulder as a cup of tea was offered. “It is getting rather late, do you have no desire to rest tonight? We’ll be back on the road in the morning, might be good of you to catch some shuteye.” ||  @otraditor

it’s hard to sleep when there are a million and one things rolling around in a busy mind. grief hits a man when the night grows quiet and there’s nothing more than his thoughts to contend with until he lays down and falls into a fitful sleep. Gladiolus pushes the heel of his hands into his eye sockets like it’s gonna quieten the dull throbbing behind his eyelids and starts with the weight of Ignis’ hand on his shoulder.   “  this your way of sayin’ I don’t sleep enough ?  ”

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it's as cliché as one can possibly get: fireworks, a crowd, the whole shebang and he's been adamant that everything must be perfect. the middle of the street probably wasn't be the best place, but as he sinks down onto one knee with the countdown to midnight chiming in the backgroud, and with a ring in his hands... it's perfect enough. gladio is trembling, but he's grinning. "help me ring in the new year by saying yes?"   @futurewithoutfear

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futurewithoutfear:

  gods, his lips are divine; swollen, red, parted with each and every inhale and exhale and woefully absent from his skin. there’s little care for what may or may not come, though with each rasp of his fingertip against that little spot inside of him... he’s really hoping it’s going to be him. chris knows he’s driving him crazy, but still he’s patient and gentle and watching his face for any sign of discomfort though the almost impatient rut of his hips against his hand and the trail of precome glistening on his stomach betrays none. it’s greed, plain and simple --  a lustful want of more than leaves his head spinning and his hand moving to his cock to give it a momentary squeeze, if only to offer a moment of reprieve from this heavenly torture.

   if there’s anything to be said, it’s that Chris knows what he’s doing with his fingers --- when to go hard, when to back off long enough to leave him gasping: he stretches him meticulously  enough that his second finger has no issue when it presses against his entrance. the stretch is pleasant enough to cause him to gasp. now, at least, he knows why women make noise when they’re fucked  ---   god,  do that again.  his cock twitches against his stomach when chris’ lips blaze a path over his skin   ( feverish and hot --- god he doesn’t want to wait, but he does, if only to drag out what he’ll make him feel with his patience   ).

    fuck it. fuck it.  FUCK IT.   ‘   not sure I can wait any longer, captain,  ’   he babbles with a breathless laugh, his fingers shifting to his thighs to dig into the solid muscle there if only to sate the itch and want to take his own cock in hand and bring himself to an explosive finish, which, judging by the throbbing, wouldn’t take much to do at all.    ‘   think we’d be good  ?  ’

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He runs his fingers through his hair, careful not to tug nor tangle his locks. If anything, it's an attempt at being delicate, brushing it aside to place a tender kiss upon his nape. Arms carefully make their way around his middle, having no desire to let him go.

 it’s difficult to chase away the chill of the early morning; heat’s been stolen by that pesky jack frost and leaves the bed the only warm place in the house until someone  (  preferably not him  ) untangles themselves from their sheets to switch it on. it seems chris isn’t willing to be that person either, if the press of his lips against his nape and the rasp of calloused fingertips ghosting over his ribs are any great indicator to go by, and, regardless of how late they’re going to be for work, he can’t find it in him to shift away. it’s laziness through and through, and even as he leans over to slap the snooze button on their alarm clock   (  five more minutes won’t hurt  ) he turns as he settles back down, brushing his nose against the ridges of Chris’ bare collarbone with a tired hum. 

would it not be considered suspicious he’d consider ringing in sick, convince chris to do the same and remain nestled against his boyfriend for the remainder of the day, he would in  heartbeat. lips travel up and over the hollow of his throat, over the line of his jaw to his chin, and finally settles with a sleepy kiss against his lips.    “   ---   g’mornin’, captain.  ”

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futurewithoutfear:

“Well, as long as it’s good things…” Surely it wouldn’t be so bad, it was merely the thought of a family gathering that was a concept unfamiliar. It had always seemed, for as long as he could remember, just he and his sister more often than not. Any Christmas spent with their mother and father, lay non existent in his memory. Perhaps locked away, yet never something he cared to dwell upon.

The ding of the oven tore his thoughts away, a temporary distraction as the glass bowl was plucked from his lover’s hands as he nudged him so he could stand. “It wouldn’t be a bad way to spend the weekend, better than sitting here and watching movies alone.” Maybe it would be for the best, after all, if they were to progress in their relationship, meeting his parents was simply part of the ritual. “Just as long as he’s not expecting some girl at your hip- I suppose it won’t hurt. By the way- you decide on what you want for dinner? I can order something.” Yet he was already in the kitchen, calling back to him as he dropped the dish into the sink to grab the cake from the oven.

   “   --- ...   from iris  ?   glowin’,  ”   he replies, arching into a stretch with a very satisfied groan. honestly, in lieu of nervousness there settles a childish excitement : coupled with findng out what the hell those damned presents under the tree were, Gladiolus would get to spend the holidays with his family. Chris and Claire are absolutely a part of it by now by extension, but the option remains for them to deny it if they so wish. 

  his head snaps to the kitchen, and for the first time in what feels like hours, Gladiolus is quick to move, even if it’s only to shift onto his own side of the couch and prop his feet up on the coffee table, leaning forward to pause the movie while chris is tinkering in the kitchen. he’s long since learnt that he’s more hinderance than help when it comes to the kitchen, and while Chris seems to have limitless patience, there’s something about knowing that he’s getting in his way that doesn’t sit right with him. Chris cooks, Gladiolus does the dishes : it works.   “   nah, he already knows you’re a guy --- wanna go out tonight ?  there’s a new thai place just opened up in the city I wanna try.   ”

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[…]                                                           I burn’d    And ached for wings,

Jonh Keats, from “Ode on Indolence,” in Selected Poems (Bloomsbury Poetry Classics). (via existential-celestial)

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 ---  smooches @futurewithoutfear‘s cheeks.

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ofimmortal:

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            “How about you drop and give me filthy.” 

    “   fil...ty, marshal  ?   ”

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absolutely sleepin’ on the couch tonight.

Gladio truly was like a pup, going from a thing so confident, to a pout that could easily sway any heart. Thankfully he’d talked to Iris, convinced his sister to be on his side of things, just to keep the man from spoiling everything they worked so hard on. It was why, despite his grumbling, he managed a chuckle, sauntering his way over to the couch as if he won a might battle and damn well knew it. 

With a grunt he his the cushions, one foot following another as they crossed and settled atop the coffee table. A swig of beer taken, left him glancing to the side at his partner, free hand reaching over to clasp his nape, pull him in close with a playful tug. “Might have to keep your feet warm, if you look at your presents- because who knows, I might make you sleep out on the couch and keep Santa company until he finally shows up if you peek.” 

That was never the case however, and he damn well knew it- despite all his talk, his heart was never in it to be so cruel. “You should know by now teasing is my specialty. It’s what got us together in the first place right?” That, and his confidence with alcohol- but the second part he cared not to think about. “I thought I’d deserve a kiss at least for all this hard work- it’s not easy wrapping and decorating a tree…” 

        it’s no use attempting to get the captain to budge. he’s as stubborn as mule and he doesn’t need to think about it to realise that he’s dug his heels into the dirt and will refuse to move any time soon. there’s a brief curl of his lip, quickly hidden by a beer bottle and a last lingering look at the colourfully wrapped presents scattered underneath the tree before turning to follow his husband to the couch, flopping into it like a child after a god scolding.

       what was the word ignis had used the other day  ?    dour.   gloomy.   ‘    wouldn’t that be a mistake leavin’ me with ‘em in the first place.   ’   gods, he’s going to drive him to madness, leave the curiosity to gnaw and niggle until it grows unbearable and chris eventually caves. he prays it’s one of those years.

       “   what have I told you about the dirty talk  ?   it’s pg-13 before 9PM. oughta give you a good scoldin’ for forgettin’.   ”

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baewind:

    hey —  ho  !!!  sorry for the absence lately, managed to fuck my arm up plus I’ve been suuuuper feelin’ anne these past few days, so once I’m done on her I’m gonna nyoom over here and get things queued up, so I can flit over to daisy and get her stuff done too.   soooo, see ya when I see ya I suppose  ??

  oh,  uh,  shit, I have d1sc0rd too like ??? so??? lmk who ya are  merry crisis™#2409

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cynicalwitted:

true love: having to hold back your adorable, violent girlfriend to keep her from straight up murdering a dude

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