#gladio ff15

[alraz]

princess gladio from final fantasy 15 is royally bathing in nuka cola

[rhianwen24601]

Give a man a fish, and he'll come up with a new recipe. Teach a man to fish, and he'll never, ever advance the freakin' plot.

Gladio, probably

[the-blind-geisha]

Could you do prompt 17 with Gladiolus?😍😍😘 You are amazing!

A/N: I’d bedelighted to, dear. Thanks for waiting, and thanks for the kind words~.

17. “Is that my shirt?”

Rated: SFW

Warnings: None

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The chocobos had been frightened off into the night nothanks to daemons, it was raining, and now the both of you—Gladiolus andyourself—were trudging through the Thommels Glade wet, cold, and alone.

“I hope those birds make it back safely,” you murmuredbetween the two of you, flinching at the coming lightning strike and the bellowof thunder that followed.

Out of instinct, Gladiolus reached over to grab at youropposite shoulder and bring you closer to his side, his other arm raised toblock the heavy downpour from his sights. “Let’s worry about ourselves for nowwith how damn dark it is and so many daemons about.”

Your smile probably went unnoticed given how focused theKing’s shield was, but you minded very little as it gave you an excuse to moveinto his warmth as the cold rain continued to soak you through. “The least youcould do is humor me and my concerns.”

His voice resonated pleasantly in your ear given where youhad placed it for the time being, Gladiolus’ touch tightening as he assistedyou in a mucky, uphill climb just ahead, not wanting for you to fall. “They’llbe fine, (Y/N). Right now, I am more worried about you.”

Playfully, you rolled your eyes. “Have faith that youtrained me well enough to handle myself against daemons, Gladio.”

He groaned in response, but having known him for so long,you knew he was merely mocking you a bit in a lighthearted manner. “I’llbelieve that when I see it.” He was referring to how often he had to throw apotion your way to keep you standing as well as a phoenix-down in regards toyour trip so far, but you were improving, and there were moments heacknowledged that.

It was all you could ask for.

“Come on now,” you began with a gentle nudge to his side, “Ionly had to be given four potions that time instead of eight.”

“Next time I’ll just make it a hi-potion, and then I won’tbe running dry on my cures when it comes to you acting more reckless than theKing himself,” the warrior jokingly taunted again.

As you came to a safe location within the surrounding lands,he raised his hand to halt you. His muscles flexed against your chest as he hadoutstretched the length of his arm there, and your body tensed as a result,wondering what prompted the sudden stop. “Here might be a good spot to rest forthe night till this storm dies down.” He began to move out of his leather jacket,giving him only his pants to keep him warm in the horrible weather. “Here,” heoffered, moving it onto your back. “This should keep you dry for a bit while Iwork on setting the camp.”

A small chuckle escaped you though drowned out from the rollof thunder that echoed in the distance, and it was there you moved the jacketoff of your back and gave it back to him. “I have something in my belongingsthat can suffice. The chocobo didn’t run off with all my stuff.”

Gladiolus retrieved his leather coat, giving you a funnylook there in the near lightless surroundings. “Better than my own jacket thatcould act as a blanket for you?”

Arms crossed over your chest, you looked away for a meremoment before gazing back at him in the thick fog of night. “Just get toworking on the camp, and I’ll bother with a means to keep dry at your behest.” Blushingat his words, you were thankful for the heat rising within you given how coldit felt in the chill of night.

As your companion and mentor began to get to work on a meansto keep you all safe and dry from the downpour, you moved to your backpack fromwhere it was resting, unzipped it to expose another old shirt that oncebelonged to the warrior of Lucis, but he had never truly asked for it back inso long to where you kept it and continued to forget to return it (somewhat).

Gladiolus was too intent on making camp to notice what youhad in your possession until several minutes later when everything was set, andhe urged you into the tent he made for the both of you. “Inside, quickly—!” Hepaused, noting the old, gray fabric you held in your possession that nearlycame down to your knees, the short sleeves almost to your elbows with how bigit was. “Is that my shirt?”

You didn’t even answer right away, taking the small secondbreak to hurry into the tent as he suggested with the shirt pulled completelyover you to keep you warmer. “You never asked for it back in all these months,so I just…kept it.”

Making sure the light was nearby the tent to where it couldfrighten off the daemons, Gladiolus moved in hastily behind you, snatching up atowel nearby to dry himself off before tossing you one. “I always wonderedwhere that went, and now I know,” his voice rumbled with a neutral response toit, not seeming upset by it but perhaps intrigued would be the better way todescribe his reaction.

You didn’t want to admit that the mere smell of him oncewearing it was soothing, so you kept that small bit of information to yourselfas you unwittingly began to nuzzle into it like it was a warm blanket that keptaway all the evils in the world of Eos. You had washed it several times throughits use, and it saddened you to say that only small fragments of the soothingscent remained. “Did you care for it back?”

He grunted, shifting his legs about in idle thought at thematter. In the next lightning flash, you saw him move closer in that crucialsecond to go for your cheek and your blush merely deepened, reddening your earsby this point. A small speck of mud mixed with blood from a cut was what he wastending to with his thumb. Even if it hurt for him to touch the mark the daemonleft, you hardly noticed it right away. “Keep it,” he said sincerely, his smileever evident in the bit of light peering in from outside the tent, thanks inpart to your lamp. “It offers you better protection than it does me.”

You pressed your lips together to prevent the laugh fromescaping, but it was a dreadful attempt at best as it still slipped through. “Thankyou, Gladio,” you said in a whisper, fingers curling upon the fabric as it feltlike such a security blanket for rough times that were indeed ahead for both ofyou.