Carpenter (Gladio)

thechocoboos:

Tiny Gladdy drabble that I’ve had sitting in my google docs ever since mid-July. It’s smol, but cute.

Picture this.

You’ve been married to Gladio for three months. You both live together in a modest house, right by a wonderful neighborhood. You have a steady job. It pays well, and the extra money Gladio brings in from his days as a Crownsguard leave you two in a financially happy place.

You two are happy. You wake up beside each other every morning with sleepy, content smiles and your hearts full of love. Life is peaceful. Both of you are content, feeling as though life is complete.

Gladio? He doesn’t have a definite job, other than going into the city a couple times a week and training new recruits or checking up on King Noctis, but his time is well spent.

You see, Gladio is a carpenter.

He picked it up on a whim, and as it turns out, he’s pretty good at it.

You come home every day, muscles aching or your head hurting. The second you get out of your car, you see the garage door wide open, classic rock music blaring from a boombox that is older than you and Gladio combined. Gladio’s head is bowed over a rocking chair on the well-loved workbench, his rough hands rhythmically sanding back and forth, back and forth…

He looks up, amber eyes lighting up behind protective eyeware and a large smile forming. He’s excited to see you, placing the sandpaper down and pulling the glasses off.

“Hey babe, you like my new project?” He asks, pride seeping into his deep voice.

You manage a nod, your own beautiful smile breaking out across your face. Last week, you had mentioned wanting a rocking chair, and now here your husband was… Making a rocking chair by hand, just for you.

He walks forward, one muscled arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. His amber eyes are soft, melting away as you both lovingly lean on each other. He leans down, one rough hand caressing your face as his lips meet yours in a single, loving movement.

“I love it, Gladdy.” You whisper as you pull away, both your foreheads touching.

He’s glad. He knows you’ll love it even more when he’s done. Still, as he looks at you, with nothing but unconditional love in his eyes, there’s nothing on his mind except for how beautiful you are, even after a long, tiring day of work. For a brief moment, Gladio wonders if he’ll ever see anyone else as beautiful as you. He dismisses the thought immediately, afterall, you’re the love of his life. In his eyes, there will never be anyone as wonderful and gorgeous as you.