Dear reader,
I find fluff getting harder and harder to write as time passes. My mind has become mostly oriented toward action and angsty problem driven plot.
Why am I like this. Especially with Gladiolus.Anyway, for us in the northern hemisphere, this time of year brings cold weather. In honor of the cooling weather, I wrote this little drabble as a prep to the 3 upcoming drabbles I have planned that are also winter/holiday themed for the bros. One of which is a cute request I can’t wait to share. In the mean time, please enjoy this little drabble. Have a warm, safe holiday season whether or not you celebrate anything.~Jules
Holiday Drabbles:
Tagging lovely friends: @themissimmortal, @chocobruh-art, @hypaalicious, @nifwrites, @alicemoonwonderland, @louisvuittontrashbags, @cupnoodle-queen, @mikia87, @stunninglyignis
Chill
How Gladio convinced you to go camping on the Winter Solstice; you will never know.
The only thing you found yourself able to comprehend presently was that you were cold. Freezing.
Why did we have to camp in a tent? There are plenty of cabins out here…
You could feel almost touch the spine shattering chill of onset hypothermia from underneath your seemingly endless pile of soft cotton and itchy wool sewn blankets. You were wrapped in a human-blanket burrito, but the freezing winter weather of Lucis’s rolling rural hills was winning the battle of body heat.
With teeth chattering, you squirmed and rocked your body sideway turning your blanket cocoon to check up on your growling snoreful boyfriend. As assumed, he was sound asleep with only his sleeping bag cover as his single defense against the nipping cold. His mouth laid agape, howling out another ground shaking snore.
He wasn’t even wearing a shirt! How was he sleeping so soundly?!
The temperature hit well below freezing nearly an hour ago. You insisted he pile on at least a t-shirt and a sweater, but he refused. He said there would be no possible way on Eos for him to sleep comfortably like that.
You think he’s crazy—
Wait.
…Right, your boyfriend was a walking, talking space heater. How could you forget?
In any other sleeping arrangement you would cling to him for dear life, no matter how cold or warm you were. His magma like heat was a staple in your homelife. It was comforting. It brought you the calming feeling of unwavering safety.
“G-Gladio,” you shivered into a stutter. Your chilled nose began to sting as the cold air within the tent bit onto your skin and refused to let go like a rabid dog. “Gladio, wake up,” the hot vapors of your hot breath quickly condensed before you. “Dear Shiva, please let this weather let up,” you muttered staring at the cloud your words created. “And please Glatian, let this man WAKE UP! GLADIOLUS AMICITIA! I’M FREEZING MY ASS OFF!” Your gentle prayers turned into a sudden shout, sending Gladio straight up from his sleep and into a worried rush. With a burst of glowing crystals, his trusty Great Sword appeared in his right hand ready to stage an attack.
Still locked in the wool cover’s embrace, you shimmied your body upward maneuvering your head to take a look at him standing within the confines of the tent. “Gladio, I’m so cold,” your voice lowered back into its gentle state. “Warm me up. Please. I’d get down on my knees and beg you but I think they froze. I’m dying of hypothermia. Gladio. My last wish is to kiss you one last—” Progressively, your voice grew once again in volume as you presented your dramatic act as an actor in a Shakespearean play once would.
“Say no more, baby girl,” Gladio’s lips turned upward in a smirk, his sword vanishing from sight. He rolled his shoulders back eliciting a crack from his brawny bones. A yawn slipped from his lips with a tremendous roar. “Let’s loose the wool monstrosity,” he finished his exhausted inhale and dropped to a kneel. His calloused, beaten hands pulled at the comforter burrito you accumulated over the past few hours. Blanket by blanket, the urge to scratch your irritated skin lessened, but you shook with more violent trembles.
“I can set up a fire outside if you want me—”
“No. No!” He was peeling the last of the blankets of your pajama clad body. “LEAVE THAT ONE AND COME HERE!” You commanded in your last call of desperation, tightening your grasp on the thin sheet of cotton that seemed to be your last grip on survival. “I’m never going camping with you again,” you exhaled a breathy sigh, clutching the blanket to your chest.
“I’ll see if I can change your mind,” his gruff voice lowered to a hushed whisper lowering his body beside yours. As he inched closer and closer his warmth wrapped around you like a shield. “I never thought I’d be thinking up a prayer to Ifrit,” you sighed as Gladio settled atop of you sleeping bag, sliding underneath the remaining sheet you insisted on keeping. The familiar touch of his hands smoothed down the goose bumps that formed mountains on your skin.
“Ifrit has nothing to do with it,” Gladio pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline. “Feeling better?”
“I’m getting there,” you inched yourself forward, moving freely without the restraint of the prison of blankets. A satisfied grinned crossed over your face.
Your teeth ceased to chatter.
The nipping cold numbed to a calming warmth.
You nuzzled your forehead closer to his chest, your smile unwavering. “I love you, Gladio.”
“I convinced you to come camping again already, huh? I had a whole night planned for you, Y/N.”
Chill (Gladiolus x Reader)
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