#coeles

Since learning of the Oracles true vessel it had become a hobby of sorts to tamper in the boys life. At first it had been with valid intent to steal him away, better to have one of such potential by his side, but after having his attempts thwarted several times over, at this point it was merely to pass the time.

His body guard, some annoying little human with a sword, was so eagerly armoured with the young man it made Ardyn sick to the stomach. It was awfully fun to wind him up though.

Which was why by the cover of darkness had had made his way into the man's personal estate where the boy rested, taking no means to hide himself as he wondered through the halls, humming the same tune Prompto himself would often do so when around the prince and his friends.

He wanted Cor to find him. Wanted to show the man that if he wanted to take Prompto, he could, even from the mans own home. That it was by his grace alone he allowed Prompto to stay with him, a mercy of his own doing.

Cor’s jacket always had pride of place in the man’s closet, immaculately pressed as ever, though that came as no surprise considering how seriously the man took his job. Seeing it there had just been too tempting for the Prince to resist and before he knew it, he had slipped his arms into the sleeves, allowing the jacket to hug his frame. It was too big, but it was comfortable, warm and smelled like Cor’s cologne.

In Noct’s opinion, it fit perfectly.

So when Cor had entered the room, the Prince couldn’t help but grin at the look he received. He had the man hook, line and sinker. Noct was beyond pleased with himself. He held a kind of power over the Marshal that nobody else did, the power to make him lose his composure. It was only fair considering Cor’s proficiency in making the young man blush.

meme: acceptingSend '😡' for your muse to hit mine out of anger

    He actually laughs.  Not because the hit doesn’t hurt, it does, but because Cor looks so indignant in this moment.  Titus had been content to walk away from their little spat, but clearly the Marshal was less so.  Instead of just demanding that Titus stop and continue their conversation, Cor had actually punched him, and now the Marshal just looked like an angry child all red in the face.

Apparently a phone call from school interrupting his father’s council meeting was not welcomed. Of course the call hadn’t gone straight to his father, Ignis was left the task of informing the king that his son had been suspended from school. It wasn’t like Noctis bothered going anyway. More often than not, he’d blow it off to go to the arcade, much unlike his older brother who had always been the perfect student.

With his attendance paired with the fight he’d just taken part in, the school decided there was only so much leeway that could be given, even to a Prince and he’d long since crossed the line. The Prince didn’t seem bothered. It was his last year of highschool anyway so he didn’t see it as a big deal. He’d just take the exams privately and be done with it all.

After having his injuries taken care of - a few minor cuts and bruises - he had been called into Principal’s office where he was to wait for a very angry King to pick him up. His old man didn’t even wait until they got home before chewing his ear off and if he hadn’t been so annoyed himself, he might have felt bad when he caught sight of the disappointment in his father’s eyes.

He had been sent to his room while his father decided on a punishment for the Prince’s recent attitude and behaviour. His father had always had a weak spot with his children so Noctis figured he’d get away with a simple grounding but that wasn’t the case.

After hours on edge, his father finally called for him with his decision.

He was sending him away…

It wasn’t permanent of course, but it still stung. It seemed the King was at his wits end when it came to dealing with his wayward son, so he decided to send him to stay with someone who could better discipline him by putting him through the same training a Crownsguard recruit went through.

Cor Leonis.

Of course his father wouldn’t send him off with some stranger. Cor was well trusted and would take good care of his charge. Cor was much sterner than his dad though. He doubted the man would let him get away with quite as much as he was used to.

Dressed in a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt and a jacket, the Prince stood awkwardly outside Cor’s door. With a scowl on his face, he knocked on the door. Having more than likely already been briefed by his King, Cor was expecting him.

Kink shames Ardyn for looking at Prompto’s ass when all he does it look at the booty

for shame

NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

📖 What is the mun’s favorite fanfiction about the muse?

“... I’m out for this one.”

((Ah, yeeeaaahh... sorry, Prom. I mean... I have a a load of fics I love, but my tastes tend to run pretty dark.

On the lighter, but still pretty kinky side, there’s this one (ot4), and this one (Promptis)