A!A: This darlin little pairing is so under down, so I had to do this. I apologize for the lack of bro teasing, but I hope this is cute enough.
It was common knowledge amongst those who knew both men of just how besotted the young Shield in training was for his mentor, except for the Marshal himself. He stands and stares rigidly at the red faced eighteen-year-old, who had let out a rather undignified squeak and dropped an armful of training swords to the ground after the older man called out to him suddenly.
“You look feverish, it is unwise to stress your body out when you are unwell.”
“N, no I’m f, fine sir.” Gladio manages to stammer out, cursing to himself for messing up in front of his superior.
The young brunette sucks in a deep breath and turns even redder as the older man steps over to him, placing the back of his hand to the teen’s forehead to test his temperature.
“Hmm, a bit warm. All right, I won’t force you to go, but do take care not to over exert yourself.”
“Y, yes sir.” Gladio says and quickly collects up the dropped swords, scowling at the other trainees who pretend swoon behind the Marshal’s back before he dashes off. He puts the swords away and sighs deeply, giving himself a quick smack to the cheeks and cursing. “Gah I’m so stupid, can’t believe I made a noise like that and dropped things.”
“Neither can I, that was a crash and burn of epic proportions.” a familiar voice teases making the brunette groan.
“You actually came to training for once without me dragging your ass here?”
“Actually I came to watch you fall flat on your face whenever Cor walks by.” the Prince smiles cheekily. “I heard it’s getting worse.”
Gladio scowls at the younger teen but then sets his ire to the other teen feigning innocence a few feet behind.
“Well, he did show up here.” Ignis says and forms a thin smile. “And it’s understandable about your predicament, a lot of people find the Marshal handsome, they just have more self-control and not trip over themselves while gawking.”
“I hate you both.” Gladio grunts and stalks off.
Things only get progressively worse from there. He stumbled and fell flat on his face while running after the Marshal joined in with the trainees, walked into a stone pillar because he was too entranced watching the older man stretch, going catatonic after getting pinned when Cor decided to demonstrate a proper hold on the teen, and turning into a blushing mess after the older man walked into the showers after him with only a towel around his waist. The Marshal watches the teen as he stumbles his way from the training hall, concerned by the redness that tints his cheeks and ears. Maybe he should have a talk with Clarus, it’s obvious something is causing the boy some problems. He finds the man the next day and voices his concerns especially after seeing the boy crash over a bench while trying to run.
“I’m worried about Gladiolus, he has been messing up quite a lot lately and becomes flushed. He might be coming down terribly ill.”
Clarus looks to his younger companion, lips pursed as he tries to force down a snort. “I assure it’s nothing like that, he’s just having some teen boy issues like they all do.” he says but then remembers who he’s talking to. “Well, most of them anyway.”
Cor folds his arms and stares questioningly. “I don’t follow.”
“He has a crush, and it’s throwing his ability to focus out of whack.”
“Ah, I see. Then I shall remedy this by training him myself when no one else is present until he can overcome this malady. Can’t afford for the future King’s Shield to lose precious training time due to this unfortunate circumstance.”
“That won’t-” Clarus begins but then a devilish grin creeps onto his face. “You know what, that is a spectacular idea. You should start right away, and make sure you go very in depth during grappling training, I find his skills in the matter to be highly lacking.”
“Ah yes, I shall see to it. Thank you Clarus, I promise I will help your son get over this predicament and make him into a strong man.”
The Marshal excuses himself and heads back towards the training hall as Clarus burst out laughing while the King shakes his head.
Itty-Bitty Fill: Cor/Gladio - Bros Tease Gladio Over Schoolboy Crush
It was common knowledge amongst those who knew both men of just how besotted the young Shield in training was for his mentor, except for the Marshal himself. He stands and stares rigidly at the red faced eighteen-year-old, who had let out a rather undignified squeak and dropped an armful of training swords to the ground after the older man called out to him suddenly.
“You look feverish, it is unwise to stress your body out when you are unwell.”
“N, no I’m f, fine sir.” Gladio manages to stammer out, cursing to himself for messing up in front of his superior.
The young brunette sucks in a deep breath and turns even redder as the older man steps over to him, placing the back of his hand to the teen’s forehead to test his temperature.
“Hmm, a bit warm. All right, I won’t force you to go, but do take care not to over exert yourself.”
“Y, yes sir.” Gladio says and quickly collects up the dropped swords, scowling at the other trainees who pretend swoon behind the Marshal’s back before he dashes off. He puts the swords away and sighs deeply, giving himself a quick smack to the cheeks and cursing. “Gah I’m so stupid, can’t believe I made a noise like that and dropped things.”
“Neither can I, that was a crash and burn of epic proportions.” a familiar voice teases making the brunette groan.
“You actually came to training for once without me dragging your ass here?”
“Actually I came to watch you fall flat on your face whenever Cor walks by.” the Prince smiles cheekily. “I heard it’s getting worse.”
Gladio scowls at the younger teen but then sets his ire to the other teen feigning innocence a few feet behind.
“Well, he did show up here.” Ignis says and forms a thin smile. “And it’s understandable about your predicament, a lot of people find the Marshal handsome, they just have more self-control and not trip over themselves while gawking.”
“I hate you both.” Gladio grunts and stalks off.
Things only get progressively worse from there. He stumbled and fell flat on his face while running after the Marshal joined in with the trainees, walked into a stone pillar because he was too entranced watching the older man stretch, going catatonic after getting pinned when Cor decided to demonstrate a proper hold on the teen, and turning into a blushing mess after the older man walked into the showers after him with only a towel around his waist. The Marshal watches the teen as he stumbles his way from the training hall, concerned by the redness that tints his cheeks and ears. Maybe he should have a talk with Clarus, it’s obvious something is causing the boy some problems. He finds the man the next day and voices his concerns especially after seeing the boy crash over a bench while trying to run.
“I’m worried about Gladiolus, he has been messing up quite a lot lately and becomes flushed. He might be coming down terribly ill.”
Clarus looks to his younger companion, lips pursed as he tries to force down a snort. “I assure it’s nothing like that, he’s just having some teen boy issues like they all do.” he says but then remembers who he’s talking to. “Well, most of them anyway.”
Cor folds his arms and stares questioningly. “I don’t follow.”
“He has a crush, and it’s throwing his ability to focus out of whack.”
“Ah, I see. Then I shall remedy this by training him myself when no one else is present until he can overcome this malady. Can’t afford for the future King’s Shield to lose precious training time due to this unfortunate circumstance.”
“That won’t-” Clarus begins but then a devilish grin creeps onto his face. “You know what, that is a spectacular idea. You should start right away, and make sure you go very in depth during grappling training, I find his skills in the matter to be highly lacking.”
“Ah yes, I shall see to it. Thank you Clarus, I promise I will help your son get over this predicament and make him into a strong man.”
The Marshal excuses himself and heads back towards the training hall as Clarus burst out laughing while the King shakes his head.
“You are a horrible man Clarus.”