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An Unpredictable Situation
Originally written February 2023
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Genre: uhm… I dunno?
Ship(s): I mean this is pre Lance/Cinna but? That is the point of this haha
Timeline: TEASSI
Trigger/content warnings: none
Headcanons/notes from the author: just posting it here for Lance to have easy access to it/fun ^^
Brief Blurb: Barbatos accidentally summons two humans for the exchange program.
The exchange program was widely anticipated by many demons, Barbatos included. He had mentally prepared to be assisting with the care of the human that Lucifer had picked for the exchange. Humans were different from demons in many ways that could potentially be dangerous to their safety in the Devildom. Depending on the human, they could also be extremely irresponsible. Preparing for the unexpected was his main concern.
Having perfected his cross-worlds portals when he was much younger, there wasn’t much concern about his ability to pull it off. Lord Diavolo trusted him to bring the selected human to them and return them safely after the school year was over. There was nothing too complicated about it. There was nothing to worry about outside of the human adjusting to the differences between the human world and the Devildom.
The morning of the exchange, Barbatos awoke with a throbbing migraine. His entire body ached and even opening his eyes sent shockwaves of pain through his skull. Not the worst he had been through, so he continued his day like normal. An unexpected ailment, but he had opened portals while under the weather before.
By the time the council members gathered for the human summoning, Barbatos nearly regretted not saying anything to his lord about his condition. It had progressed to the point that he hated every breath he took, and he could barely process anything with the sludge that replaced his brain. Lord Diavolo was so ecstatic that he couldn’t bring himself to mention the possibility of something postponing the human’s arrival. Deep breaths and digging his fingertips into his palms would soothe him, surely.
Once he began to open the portal, Barbatos felt a strange twinge in his power. In his attempt to fix it, something in the portal twisted, or ripped, or… what was he supposed to do?
After feeling the human’s presence pass through, he gave in and held his head. The portal closed and he didn’t realize his mistake until a large hand rested on his shoulder. “Barbatos, you have appeared to have summoned more than one human.”
There was a beat of silence as Barbatos processed what his lord had said. “More than…?” He removed his head from his hands and stared at the humans he had summoned. Despite knowing there was only supposed to be one human, he also felt as if there was the correct amount of humans. They both… seemed familiar? “My Lord, if I may utilize my…” he trailed off, realizing he probably shouldn’t use his abilities again until he was well. “Do… either of the humans look familiar to you?”
“Well, we were expecting Cinna, weren’t we?”
Lucifer quickly cut in, “Do you mean the shorter human? We were expecting Lance, Lord Diavolo.”
The two both furrowed their eyebrows at each other, then gazed at Barbatos expectantly. Uncharacteristically frazzled, Barbatos rubbed his temples and sighed long. “I believe I may have altered something. I am extremely sorry, Lord Diavolo. I have been unwell today and foolishly thought I could manage.”
Shaking his head and laughing, Lord Diavolo patted Barbatos’ back. “It’s quite alright, Barbatos. I am aware you neglect yourself when ill. We should wait to fix this until you are well.”
Barbatos nodded, grimacing from both mortification and pain. “That… is for the best.” He stared at the humans, who were deathly silent, sitting on the floor as they watched the demons around them. Part of him knew versions of himself would be ecstatic, or perhaps not even present when either of the humans arrived, or simply have the uncontrollable urge to pay them attention… but he could barely think anymore. “If I may—”
“You are to return to your chambers and rest, Barbatos,” Lord Diavolo interrupted. “The Li’l D.s will take on your usual duties, as well as Lucifer.” The butler slowly nodded, rubbing his temples more in a vain attempt to soothe his head. “Asmodeus, if you would please accompany Barbatos and ensure he gets to bed…”
The avatar of lust bounced over and grabbed Barbatos’ hand. “Of course, Lord Diavolo! Come on, Barbatos.”
Once Asmodeus pulled Barbatos out of the room, Lord Diavolo focused on the humans and switched to their native language. “I apologize for the wait. Welcome to the Devildom.” He extended his hands to them, but they did not move. Smiling through his feelings of slight offense, he added, “We only meant to summon one of you, but unfortunately we cannot resolve the issue right now.”
“What?” Lance breathed out. “What do you mean…?” He looked to the other human, who was hiding their face in their knees. “I must… be dreaming.”
“This is no dream, I assure you.” Lord Diavolo focused on Lance for the moment, unsure what Cinna’s body language meant. “I am Lord Diavolo, prince of the Devildom. We hope you two enjoy your stay here, however long that may be.” Lance glanced at Cinna, then back at the demon prince. “It was originally planned that Mammon take care of… whichever one of you it was supposed to be, but—”
Lucifer cleared his throat. “My apologies, Lord Diavolo, but Mammon can handle two humans.” He rubbed his temple and exhaled with exasperation. “This is quite the unpredictable situation, but Mammon will still do as he is told. None of my other siblings will be suited to such responsibility.”
“Ah! Alright.” Lord Diavolo gestured to Lucifer. “Lance, Cinna, I will have Lucifer pass you off to Mammon at the House of Lamentation as planned.”
“Very well.” Lucifer uncrossed his arms in a vain attempt to seem more approachable. “Let us get there post haste.”
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#obey me! one master to rule them all#cinnaroll#mc!lance#timeline TEASSI#barabtos#lord diavolo#lucifer#asmodeus#cinnaroll/mc!lance
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Lance: There's something sticking out from my chest.
Asmo: Your boob?
Lance: No, like it's either a knot or a bone sticking out.
Asmo: Oh, do you want me to feel?
Lance: Sure.
Barbatos, walks in to Asmo holding Lance's chest: ... What's going on?
#trying to tell if i dislocated something or if it is a knot#suggestive#obey me#Asmodeus#Barbatos#obey me Barbatos#obey me Asmodeus#mc!Lance#lance#someone please laugh#i thought it was funny
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my bitch pose is NAAAAASTYYYYY
#the arch#the spread legs#the thinking pose#pouted lips#he ate#sassy mc sassy pants#f1#formula 1#lance stroll#aston martin#ls18#racing point#lance stroll kitty agenda
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Best to laugh than cry, isn't it what they say? 😋
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"Well, we're already wanted for murder," you say, voice filled with dry humor. "What's a count of theft on top of that?"
"What does it matter if they cut off your hand before they chop your head off, yes?" Lance quips.
"With any luck, I may convince them to do it the other way around."
Lance laughs, and so does Hadrian. Alessa takes a sharp inhale.
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Hijabi MC Shenanigans+Headcanons in Saligia
Guy
Guy: *tries to kiss MC in the beginning*
MC, punching him: NO KISSING
Toa
Toa: This has absolutely no alcohol content. Have you ever HAD wine before?
MC: No, nor do I ever plan to because my religion STRICTLY FORBIDS EVEN GOING NEAR THE STUFF
Toa:
Fenn
MC be dodging his advances like a Bollywood action movie protagonist
Roy
MC: At least I can have some semblance of normalcy
Lynt
Lynt tryna use her as a pillow, but she politely declines, since her religion forbids her from coming into contact with men
Other Things That May or May Not Have Happened
MC draping her duvet over her head as a makeshift hijab when unexpected visitors come
MC gets caught washing her feet in the sink for wudhu
MC feeling incredibly disoriented bc she has no idea which way the Qiblah (the direction of the Kabah in Mecca) is, so offering prayer is a nightmare and a half
MC lowkey upset bc the Quran does not exist in Saligia (iirc). And Lou wishes he could help
Rio and Thoma getting worried about MC during Ramadhan (whenever that is. It's super stressful not knowing when the Islamic calendar lines up with the calendar here) bc she's going from dawn till dusk without food or drink for a month
MC happily answering her friends' questions about her religion (they are genuinely curious)
MC's S-Rank friends apologizing for what they did in the first few chapters (I cannot be certain if they fully understand the true ramifications of what they've done, but they feel bad regardless, since they don't like to see MC upset)
Lance would be genuinely curious about her religion also and try to make a safe space for her (Lance doesn't discriminate, a person in need of a safe space is a person in need of a safe space)
Sherry and Violet go shopping with MC often and they often find some really cute and modest clothes for her
J*sper is normal in this AU, so he actually respects her religion
Tino freaks out and profusely apologizes whenever he accidentally makes something haram to eat for her. Knight would also do the same
Grayson wondering why she only eats fruits and vegetables here, and she tell him that she is not sure if the meats are halal, and she does not want to take any chances and accidentally eat something haram
to all the hijabi CoD players, I write this for you
#court of darkness#ithseem writes#guy avari#toa qelsum#roy invidia#lynt akedia#fenn luxure#rio voleri#lance ira#jasper lane#grayson hotz#sherry invidia#violet muller cod knight#cod thoma#muslim mc#muslim reader#hijabi#hijabi reader#court of darkness x reader
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Court of Darkness: You Look Good With…
Here’s a list of items each prince finds most attractive on the MC when the MC wears them.
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Guy - Ruby Rings
Upon their engagement, Guy gives MC a beautiful ruby ring, an heirloom passed down generations by Avari royalty. He’s made a slight modification to the ring, adding a protection spell to have it shine like a beacon when poison is detected—one can never be too careful with assassination attempts.
The ring is a sign—one that shows MC’s power and commitment to Guy, and a warning to others that she is his and his alone. To the Avari court’s great surprise, Guy has a second nearly identical ring made that he wears. It too is a sign to others—that he will have no other being than her by his side.
Lynt - Matching Cloak
The day Lynt gets giddy with excitement is one where MC shows off a white and emerald green cloak made by an Akedian tailor residing in Colde. The cloak is similar to the one that Lynt has in that it doubles as a sleeping bag. Unlike his cloak, MC’s cloak can magically expand to hold two people in it.
Lynt instantly wants to try wearing MC’s cloak with her. And thus Lynt discovers a second enhancement to the cloak—it includes an enchantment that allows users to blend into their environment like a chameleon. Now he and MC will have fewer interrupted naps!
Sorry Tino—your job at finding your wayward prince just got harder.
Toa - Scarf with Hidden Pockets
MC knits a gigantic cobalt scarf to match Toa’s piercing blue eyes. The scarf is long enough to easily accommodate two people. MC uses the scarf to snuggle with Toa when walking in town or sitting in the S:Rank lounge. The scarf is wider and thicker at each end so that MC can secretly hold Toa’s hands underneath it to warm them up.
Toa adores the scarf—it was crafted with love, and he gets to subtly enjoy MC’s touch without showing off too much PDA. Fenn often tries to join the cuddle scarf session, to Toa’s extreme annoyance. In these moments, MC brings a smile back on Toa’s face by grabbing a homemade Carmel from the scarf’s hidden pockets and placing it in his mouth.
Fenn - Jasmine Perfume and Fishnet Stockings
When it comes to Fenn, everything feels like a caress—his quips, his whispered words, his elegant fingers dancing across exposed skin. Conversely, Fenn feels most comforted by MC when he smells her jasmine perfume. He nuzzles against her neck whenever she is near, wanting to drown in her scent. Even if she is not with him, he’ll snuggle up against her Jasmine-infused pillow until she returns—after all, she is the home that he can always return to.
Fenn also has a thing for MC wearing skimpy outfits that show off her legs—especially fishnet stockings.
MC: Fenn, I feel so exposed wearing these!
Fenn: Well, that’s the point, isn’t it Treasure?
MC: Says the man who’s fully clothed right now! *Pouts*
Fenn: Ah, that can be quickly dealt with. *Wink*
Roy - Rose Petal Earrings and His Jacket
Sentimental man that he is, Roy saved a few rose petals that floated in the air with their first kiss. He freeze dried two of the petals and worked with an Invidian silversmith to craft a set of rose pedal earrings encased with silver. Roy smiles whenever MC wears them…which is constantly.
The earrings, however, are Roy’s second favorite thing MC wears. The absolute favorite thing is discovered by accident. One day, MC comes out of Roy’s shower, but is unable to find a towel. Since she hasn’t mastered the spell for drying herself off, she grabs Roy’s white and pink jacket, dons it like an impromptu bathrobe, and walks out to his room.
MC: Hey Roy, do you have a towel?
Roy: *Mouth is partially open, golden eyes widening in astonishment*
MC: Umm, sorry about wearing this Love, I couldn’t find—
Roy: *Pulls MC to his chest* By Creator, how are you so adorable and alluring at once?
Congrats MC—your date plans with Roy just got thrown out the window.
Rio - Apron and Flour
Cooking and baking are among Rio’s favorite things to do with MC. His heart is at its fullest when he and MC are in the kitchen, making food for themselves and their friends, flour speckled on their noses and cheeks.
MC gets two aprons, one for her one for Rio. They both say “Kiss the cook” on the front. Rio takes this message quite literally.
MC: Rio! I have jam on my lips and face now!
Rio: Oops, let me get that off for you Sunbeam! *Kisses/licks jam off MC’s face*
Lance - Leather Jacket
A black leather jacket looks VERY good on MC. It highlights her curves in all the right places, it’s certainly edgier than what those ridiculous S Ranks wear, AND she looks quite pleased with wearing it given the smile she graces Lance with.
MC smiles because the jacket contains special pockets—ones she uses to hide treats for Grushia the wolf or Christop. MC isn’t sure who is happier—Christop or Grushia at getting the yummy food, or Lance at seeing the pup and boy so happy.
#voltage games#otome mc#guy avari#lynt akedia#toa qelsum#fenn luxure#roy invidia#rio voleri#lance ira#court of darkness
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My piece for @eurekazine~ Leftovers are open so AAI fans get in here...
Anyway I'm a Kidnapped Turnabout understander and unironically love these two. This one has a lot of Escher inspiration in it ^^;
#ace attorney#aai#ace attorney investigations#lance amano#lauren paups#blue badger#proto badger#bad badger#ernest amano#colin devorae#oliver deacon#july 2022#2022#only guy in the world who cares about amano family drama#i like to think viola cadaverini is here too in spirit. in the details#yatagarasu#mc escher#zine
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Court of Darkness sick headcanons because I’m sick and I want this comfort
I’m just guessing with most of these so sorry if they’re inaccurate 😅
Guy
I feel like he would either have Jasper bring medicine for you or bring you to his room so he can keep an eye on you
Would probably not let you out of bed ngl 💀
Straight up would be like “You’re sick. Lay back down.”
He would act annoyed but you know he isn’t
I feel like he would force medicine into your mouth if you refuse to take it, or have Jasper dead with that cuz I feel like he would do it better lmao
Is secretly a little worried, would never admit to it though(You can tell though)
If you wanted to get up he would probably carry you to the place you wanted to go(Like the bathroom) then come back after a few minutes to bring you back(If you needed a book though he would have Jasper get it for you)
He would care but would stay a safe distance away so he doesn’t also get sick
Would comb his hand through your hair though when you’re asleep 10/10
Jasper
As I said before, he would force you to take medicine no matter how bad it tastes
Would probably give you something sweet after though so you aren’t complaining as much
Would get the items you needed like books or paper so you wouldn’t have to get up
Would probably have Robin keep an eye on you when he can’t
Would bring you soup but if you’re too weak to eat it he would help you
Yeah no that’s all I got for him lmao
Toa
This man is an expert at this
Would probably try and find a better tasting medicine and in liquid form so you don’t gag from taking a pill
Blankets. Everywhere.
Would have you take a lukewarm bath, would have Violet help you take one if you needed if you aren’t paramours but if you are he would probably help you(and tease you about it)
Would bring you soup that’s meant to help with whatever illness you have and would make sure you eat at least something healthy
Would 100% make you tea, he wouldn’t allow you to drink anything cold
His cold hands feel good on your forehead haha
He would have Knight check up on you and bring you things when he can’t
I feel like you would get better really quickly since he’s an expert at this stuff(at least that’s my guess)
Would help you with any missing work once you’re better
Knight
Would probably ask Toa for some help
Would also get you soup that’s meant to help with whatever sickness you have
I don’t know how he would react if you didn’t want to take the medicine but he’d still find a way somehow
He also has cold hands so those would feel good on your forehead
Calms down Robin when he’s worrying about you, allows him to help as well(as much as he can)
I feel like he’s try and bribe you with candy just to take medicine if you refuse to take it, better yet, he would make the medicine look like candy and then be like “well now you have to swallow it since it’s already in there”
Would also have Robin keep an eye on you when he can’t
Like Toa, he would also make you tea
He would stay as close as he can without getting sick but would still make sure you’re ok
Roy
Would bring you tea
I feel like he would find a way to put the medicine in your tea
Would also pull the tricking you into thinking the medicine was candy but he would make sure you swallow it with the tea so you either won’t complain about the bitterness of it or to make sure you don’t notice it’s medicine
Would rub your back
If you throw up he would hold up your hair so it stays clean
You would apologize but he would tell you it’s ok
Makes sure you sleep
Would read you a book or tell you a story so you fall asleep as well
Would hold your hand 🥹
I feel like he would try and distract you from any discomfort you’re feeling by telling stories or letting you watch him draw
Grayson
Would rub your back and make sure you fall asleep
I don’t think he would force you to take medicine but he would still find a way to make you take it
I remember in one event Grayson brought MC fruit when he thought she was sick so yeah that’s what he would do
Would try and find something easy for you to eat
Would try and make some small talk if you’re feeling up to it
He’s likely get some advice from Toa
Lynt
Would fall asleep with you
Tino would be worried but Lynt doesn’t budge
Tino would convince him not to sleep so close to you so he won’t get sick
He’d probably feed you
He’d make you feel bad for not taking the medicine(unintentionally)💀
Would reward you with something like a sweet bread or a candy
Would encourage you to sleep more(even if you don’t he’s still gonna fall asleep)
Tino
Would be so worried omg
“Oh stars… oh no…”
Would make you bread and soup
I feel like he’s also(unintentionally) make you feel bad about not taking the medicine
Would ask Toa and Knight for help
Poor Tino just wants for you to feel better 😭
Would make sure you’re comfortable
Would literally, like, panic if you were in any pain
Would comb his hand through your hair if you wanted it
Would be a little less worried when you’re asleep but still very worried
Bread and soup galore
Fenn
Would try and make you laugh if you were in any pain
Would take a bath with you
Would also probably feed you
I don’t know what he’d do about not wanting to take medicine though, would probably pull the old candy swicharoo trick then cover your mouth so you can’t spit it out
You want cuddles? Yes ma’am.
Would make sure you’re ok whenever he can
Would help you with your homework after you get better if you ask him
He’d use his ancient magic in you to help you sleep if you are having trouble
Rio
You would have more food then you would know what to do with
He’s literally so sweet omg
Would feed you 100%
I feel like he’s carry you to bed
He would make you smile 🥰
Would hold your hand 🥺
Would somehow find a way to make you take your medicine
Would also help you with your homework after you got better and would help catch you up on everything
Lance
I feel like he wouldn’t know what to do 💀
Would just give you the medicine and be like “Eat it.”
Would at least try and make you feel better
Shifva(I don’t remember how to spell their name-) would also be there trying to make you feel better
I feel like he’s hold your hand
Would also make you tea
Because he already doesn’t go to lectures he would just stay with you and make sure you’re fine
Would pat your head
I feel like he would read to you, idk it just seems like something he would do
Dia
Would also not know what to do LMAO-
He’d try and act like he knows what he’s doing but if he’s actually struggling he’d reluctantly ask Toa for help(everyone just asks Toa for help 💀)
Would read to you about mushrooms
I feel like he would make you a soup with a mushroom that would help you sleep
Would trick you into taking medicine but he would do it in different ways so you never expect it
Would put the medicine in your food, pretend it’s candy, force you to take it, or just trick you into agreeing to take it 💀
I feel like he would braid your hair
Would still stay a comfortable distance away lol
Would hold your hand 🥰
Would sing to you
His voice is like music to your ears 😄
Because he also doesn’t go to class much he’s just stay with you haha
Lou
He heard you’re sick and was worried
If he’s busy then he would have Nix or Phinny bring you medicine
I feel like he’s let you stay in his chambers though while you’re sick
Would smile while seeing you asleep 🥰
Would make sure you’re ok
He’s also trick you into taking medicine 😡
“Please” “no” please” “no” “yes” “no” “no” ye- wait…”
He would be so smug about tricking you 💀
Would also comb his hand through your hair
I feel like he would be pretty good at taking care of sick people tbh
Would wake you up every few hours to make sure you eat
He’d be so nice about it omg
Sherry
Girl would be worried but would try and make you feel better
Would braid your hair so it doesn’t get in the way 🥰
Would also hold your hair back if you threw up
Would have Grayson make you something to eat
Would hold your hand 🥰
She would be so nice and would try so hard to help it would be so sweet
Would simply convince you to take nasty tasting medicine but would give you candy after
She tried to make you food once while you were sick, didn’t go so well 💀
Give her a hug rn 😡
Violet
She would also be so sweet omg
Would bathe you 😄
She would rub your back and pat your head
She would also make you tea 🥰
She’d find a way to give you medicine but idk how lol
Would check up on you whenever she can
I feel like she’d light a candle that would help you sleep
Would help you change your cloths whenever you needed it
Would braid your hair and hold it back if you throw up
She’d be so supportive 🥺
Ok that’s all I have but if you have anymore please put them in the comments!
#court of darkness#court of darkness voltage#guy avari#jasper lane#toa qelsum#court of darkness knight#roy invidia#grayson hotz#lynt akedia#tino maes#valentino maes#fenn luxure#rio voleri#lance ira#dia akedia#headmaster lou#court of darkness lou#sherry invidia#violet muller#court of darkness mc#court of darkness scenarios
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I was looking through my gallery since I finally have the storage space to actually organize my photos and found this picture of the cats and made this lol
#lance ira#court of darkness christoph#he protecc😡#pov Christoph accidentally calls lance dad--#remember that one event where lance was in jail and mc went to check on chris and she cradled him in her arms while he cried#Christoph is such a sweet sweet child and deserves the entire world#HES JUST A BABY#court of darkness#voltage inc
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Who are the big spoons and who are the little spoons out of the ROs?
I love getting asks like this cause it gets me to think of stuff about the ROs that I hadn't considered myself!
Big Spoon: Kaine
Little Spoon: Leon, Cleme
Either: Millie, Milo
#milo being little spoon is funny though if youre an average or short mc cause theyre SO TALL. its like. jetpacking. backpacking#ask.txt#anon#kaine breckem#leon calcherth#vermillion lousat#milo lance#clementene fairwreight
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Teddy Bear [Obey Me! Barbatos/Lance]
Summary: Barbatos leaves a teddy bear for Lance to hold while he’s away.
Inspired by this picrew.
Pairing: Barbatos/Lance
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 381
Obey Me! Masterlist
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Lance paused when he stepped into his bedroom. Sitting against the pillows of his futon was a green and teal teddy bear. Lance quickly approached it, a soft smile playing on his lips at the sight of it. His fingers trailed along the plush chain that led to a large clock by the teddy’s side. He picked up the stuffed animal and placed it in his lap, lightly squeezing the teal paw pads and running his fingers over the soft fabric.
Lance held the teddy bear up to his chest and took out his DDD. His fingers quickly slid across the smooth screen before he tapped away.
Lance: Did you get me the teddy bear?
Barbatos: Do you like it?
Lance: I love it! It reminds me of you.
Barbatos: I’m glad. I was hoping it would.
Barbatos: I was hoping that while I’m away, and if you need it, it would provide you with some comfort.
Lance: It will. It won’t be the same as you, but it will.
Lance laid down on his side, spooning the teddy bear. He brought the stuffed animal up to his face and buried the bottom part of his face into it. He hummed joyfully, it smelt like faint traces of tea and herbs. His eyes poked out over the top of the teddy, eyeing the dots in the chat with Barbatos.
Barbatos: I also forgot to tell you; it’s enchanted to allow me to feel whenever you touch it. It’s a warm sensation.
Lance tensed at the revelation; his cheeks burned. He giggled to himself and held onto the teddy bear tighter and pressed a kiss to its head, hoping Barbatos would feel that.
Lance: Then, I’ll have to hold it until you get back.
Barbatos: I would like that very much.
Lance grinned; his fingers ran in soft circles around the teddy bear. Then, suddenly, his whole body was encompassed in warmth. His eyes widened at the soft blanketed feeling.
Barbatos: I also have a teddy bear. I hope you don’t mind.
Lance squealed into his teddy bear, unable to hold back the butterflies fluttering about in his stomach. He texted in words far calmer than the thundering of his heart.
Lance: No, I don’t. I like the feeling.
Barbatos: Me too.
#Obey Me!#Obey Me#Barbatos#Obey Me Barbatos#Lance#MC!Lance#Original Male Character#Fluff#I'm sorry I thought the idea was really cute and I'm going off the deep end#My writer's block is going away#and I'm getting inspired#and inspiration feels like the warm fuzziness of love and it's great
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The Demon Child
Court of Darkness X Child Reader/MC (same person)
There’s no specific gender for the reader it’s GN
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It was a long day for you, you’ve just finished classes, riding Shifah that dragon and having to deal with Sherry's ‘Shipping Service.
She created that service a while ago because she was dying for students to get together plus romance in general.
She dragged you, Violet and Grayson to it. However… there hasn’t been much profit. Most of the pairings were of random fan girls wanting to get with the princes.
You suggested that it was gonna be a scam (because this was obviously an extremely hard pairing.)
Sherry didn’t listen and the whole academy was full of tears from both male and female students.
Soon you decided to head to your dorm for a nap.
When you opened the door you were greeted by Robin, your familiar.
Robin jumped in your arms with a cheerful voice.
“Welcome back Master!!”
“Well hello, Robin!”
Robin soon started talking about how fun his day was playing in the forest and trying new snacks however.
“Robin?”
“Yes?”
“What’s that on the table?”
There was this unfamiliar fruit on your bedside table, it was orange, shaped like a mango but had the pattern and texture of a pineapple and smelled like an orange.
Robin jumped out of your arms and jumped on the bed pointing at it with his paw.
“Me and Gruscha found it while playing in the forest. I thought if I brought it here for you it would help destress you master. “
Robin was so happy and proud of himself.
However it’s extremely dangerous eating anything in the forest you don’t know about.
What were the pro’s and con’s to eating it
Pro’s :
•50% chance of getting away from the princes if it results in death.
•Happy Robin.
•Fulfilling your curiosity.
Cons ‘d
•Sad Robin if you end up dying,
•Dying
•There might be a horrible effect that’s even worse than death-
The list of Con’s seemed to easily out weighed the pros.
After a couple of seconds of silence Robin’s ears fell back as well as his tail behind his legs and head down.
As soon as you saw it forgetting the list of consequences you grabbed the fruit.
“Let me go wash it and chop it up real quick ok?”
You fake smiled afraid of what you just signed yourself up for.
Robin immediately went into happy mode.
“Let me go with you, I would like a bite too!” Robin laughed as he ran right behind you.
‘Shit’ you thought. Originally you were just gonna throw it away and pretend you have eaten it but Robin unknowingly is peer pressuring you.
You both headed right into the kitchen. Unfortunately there were no students there to tell you off if it was a dangerous fruit.
You put the fruit in the sink and began washing it.
You began sweating and slowly washing it hoping Robin will become impatient and run off but nope he stayed there and watched patiently waiting.
You then pulled out a cutting board and a kitchen knife, then cut the skin off while chopping the actual fruit into pieces.
Slowly you put the fruit into the bowl and took a deep breath while Robin innocently watched the whole thing.
You grabbed one piece and finally took a bite out of it.
.
.
.
It taste really good? It was unexpected of it honestly, however you were complaining. Robin took a bite out of his piece and also started gushing over how good it taste.
However,
POOF
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Rio and Thomas were walking into the kitchen to have a snack when they heard Rain screaming, and Child crying and smoke coming out of the kitchen.
Finally getting there, Thomas began to take off his coat and shoo the gas while Rio stopped to see a pile of clothes. Not just any clothes… you’re clothes.
“MC?! DID YOU DISINTEGRATE?!” Rio shouted in fear,
as Robin tried to explain the whole story but couldn’t get anything out due to how many tears were flowing out of his eyes.
Thomas was also panicking.
“LETS THROW OUT MC’S CLOTHES MAYBE THIS WILL GET RID OF THE EVIDENCE. I DON'T WANNA GO TO JAIL FOR A CRIME I DIDN'T COMMIT!” THOMAS CRIED
As they were all freaking out a baby came out of their clothes, not just any child, it looked oddly familiar with a certain someone.
“MC/MASTER?!” Rio, Robin and Thomas all shouted at the same time.
.
.
.
Confused at who these people were, you looked at all of them and cried. “I WANT MY MOMMY!!” You shouted in the most ear piercing voice you could ever imagine.
All the glass was shaking and in fear that it would break Rio picked up and wrapped you around his cloak carrying you away as you still were crying and banging your tiny baby fist against his chest.
———-
Finally giving you proper clothes Rio gave you his old baby clothes which seemed to fit you.
You had puffy eyes from all the crying and refused to look at him through pettiness that a strange man ‘kidnapped’ you.
“What do we do Rio?!” Thomas panicked using his inside voice hoping you wouldn’t hear or understand since he didn’t want anyone to think they kidnapped you.
“Relax, I'm gonna bring them over to the headmaster’s office!” Rio cheered over his genius idea. Robin dead panned because he felt like that was the most obvious plan to think of.
Rio soon walked over to you and tried picking you up to have you almost scream again. He immediately put his mouth over you just to have you bite him.
“OW.”
You got up and ran out of the room as fast as your tiny little legs could bring you screaming away.
“HELP-!”
.
.
Fenn and Violet were walking around campus.
Violet was nagging Fenn angrily decided against herself not to choke him to death while Fenn was trying to come up with a plan to escape her nagging.
Until. SMACK.
“Owe, my shin..”
He immediately looked down at the cause of his original pain.
“Aw, aren’t you a cute little thing-“
“Get out of the way ugly man!” You shouted as you pointed at him, then kicked him in the shins.
Fenn gasped jokingly offended at this and picked up by the armpits and made you look at him “You only had a bad angle on me. Now do you think of me-“
You then let out that horrible ear rape screaming of yours-
“AGHHHHHHHHHHHH LET GO OF ME UGLY MAN”
You started squirming around, kicking, punching, screaming and crying.
Fenn soon had tears in his eyes full of regret, but the crying soon stopped as; “Haha, Fenn looks like you met your match. You know you should grab a child out of nowhere like that.” Violet scolded him, soon taking you out of his arms.
You were silent as you stared at her. “Hewo pretty lady”
Violent soon then started babying you and squeezing you gushing about how cute and precious you are.
As Fenn cried, feeling heart broken.
“Wait a minute.”
“What Levy? Are you going to brag about how that adorable child likes you more?!” Fenn started almost bursting into tears.
“Well that would’ve been worth my time doing, but unfortunately no, don’t you think this baby looks familiar?”
Violet said as she looked at your chubby face that were full of tear stains from crying before.
“Now that you mention it… is that-“
“MC!”
Rio and Thomas started running towards them both in huffing for air due to running almost everywhere looking for you.
You then started screaming; “KIDNAPPERS- KIDNAPPERS!-“
“QUICK THOMAS GRABBED THE TAPE AND ROPE!” Rio yelled as Thomas ran towards Violet duct taping your mouth and tying your body.
“HA WE GOT EM.”
“WHAT'S GOING ON?!” Violet yelled out clearly concerned, looking at you like you were about to once again burst into tears like your last tantrum.
“Listen, Violet and Fenn. This is no ordinary child. It’s a demon child named MC.”
Thomas explained, finally happy that you were quiet and not causing any trouble.
“That still doesn’t explain what happened to MC.” Violet said, shaking her head.
“Actually, MC ate a cursed fruit in the forest.”
Headmaster Lou came over to see the commotion clearly amused over everything.
“Let’s make a meeting to discuss this with everyone however.”
.
.
.
“MC ate a fruit, Robin gave them. Cursing them to become a child for 3 days till bringing them back at midnight. They have no memories about us.”
“WHAT?!”
Everyone soon panicked.
Well.. MC is really cute. “Sherry said as Violet nodded her head in agreement looking at the gremlin child as it wiggled in the rope of its confinement.
“… Are we seeing the same thing?” Dia said in fear
“However, let's discuss a plan for those 3 days.”
Lance, Roy and I will have MC for day 1.
Guy, Fenn and Lynt have MC for day 2.
And lastly MC, Toa and Rio. For the final day.”
They all looked exhausted at the thing they must deal with.
#court of darkness x reader#court of darkness#rio voleri#roy invidia#dia akedia#tino maes#toa qelsum#guy avari#fenn luxure#violet muller#Lance Ira#lynt akedia#mc be a demon child Fr
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Fiz bandeira de um velho ditado
Alessa stares out into a deep, red sunset. Clouds shred the skies in strokes of gold, and a band of pigeons flies overhead, the sound of their wings flapping like the whispers of forbidden gods.
She can hear the murmur of a dozen voices behind her, muffled by the walls of the brightly-lit inn but no less boisterous.
Ahead, there's a view fit for a painting. Alessa inhales the fresh air, blue eyes watching the last light of a dying day. She is used to being cold, but Alessa finds herself shivering at the approaching night. 'Tis a beautiful view.
And she has none to share it with.
Melhor só que mal acompanhado
One hand grips a patched satchel.
The other holds the only possession Harian could take with him. His black sword. He's panting, sweat drips from his forehead, and the blood pounding against his eardrums yells at him to keep going. But when Hadrian reaches the apex of the hill, he comes to a stunned stop.
The land opens before him.
Behind, too close, so far away, are the high walls of his Order. Hadrian almost looks back; he almost goes back. Instead, he makes his legs take another step. And then another. And one other after that. For the first time in his life, Hadrian walks alone.
Nem pensava em apoiar, Os pés no chão
She crawls out from the ashes, lungs burning, eyes watering, throat like the hottest pit of hell. Her skin is red agony, her muscles shredded, her tendons torn, her heart beating out of pure spite.
Neia, the former Dawnseeker, takes a deep, ragged, pain-filled breath. And then, she screams.
A dark cloud of crows scatters away from her.
A specter rises to her feet, scorched, blood too dry to bleed, yelling still. When Neia has no more air left in the pitiful excuse for her lungs, she looks at her grave — the charred remains of a holy pyre. There is no one else.
She's reborn alone.
Olho em volta, Agora estou sozinho
The ocean is a flat, moving plain, stretching to impossible horizons.
A dozen, two scores, half a hundred vessels surround him like a curved wall. The Pirate stands at the bow of his ship, the figurehead braving the waters, nine fingers holding the damp-wooden railing. Lights shine from a hundred different windows, replicating the cold glow of the millions of stars above.
The ocean breeze is calm. He inhales the salt-filled air.
His armada.
The Pirate smiles, but his dark eyes do not glint. His armada, and his alone.
Não liguei às placas do caminho
On the top floor of a high, impossible tower, two windows sit on opposite ends. One faces south, the other north. There is no corridor connecting the two, no hidden passage, no hall or arched hallway. The rooms are sealed in the impregnable way only dreamed rooms can ever be.
In the room facing north sits a young, brown-eyed girl with curls for hair and a beautiful golden gown for clothes. Ysbaella sits with her skirts spread around her and stares out her window, watching the world below move and go on and on and on.
In the south-facing room, a young boy twirls a broken quill between too-short fingers. He sits by the window, but he doesn't look outside. He stares instead at an empty journal. Alain can't find any ink to write.
The twins wait for dawn, for the dream to be over. Each of them alone.
Nem parei p'ra perguntar a direção
The door closes with a thud that spells finality.
Rafael slumps on his chair. His body is a distant thing now, beyond the grip of pain. Exhaustion closes in, and Rafael wants to heed its siren call, for it would be so easy. Close your eyes. Close his eyes and let go. Let go...
Distantly, he feels an ache on his side. It's not pain; he can't feel pain right now. Rafael looks down and sees the red expanding on his wraps. Blood. He was stabbed. His eyelids half-close. It would be so easy...
But Rafael twists his lips in a hateful sneer and clings to consciousness. Clings to life. To hell with them all. He's lived so far; he can cling on a little more.
The would-be thief looks around the room — his cell. Dark and cold.
And completely deserted.
Olá, Solidão
You raise your chin and face the mirror.
Candlelight glows from behind, casting your silhouette in warm golden lines. Shadows play with your chin and jaw, your forehead, and the ridge of your nose. Your hair is wet, clinging to your neck, and your mouth is but a faint streak in the gloom.
The whites of your eyes glint with the scarce glow as if they hold a light of their own.
You stare at the mirror, but it's not your face you see.
It is hers.
Olá, Solidão
The bard puts the lyre aside, the last remnants of the song echoing like ghosts in the air.
Lance unfolds his legs and rolls his shoulders, getting rid of the soreness of his muscles. His left hand is cramping, but he pays it little mind. The pain pales in comparison to the one pulsing from his back.
He is proud of this song, but there is no applause.
Lance looks around the small, narrow room with a sad smile. It is empty, of course. He plays for an audience of one: himself.
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Song: Olã, Solidão by Os Quatro e Meia
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IKEREV FIGHT FOR LOVE ILLUSTRATION!!!!
#LMAO LANCELOT IS WEARING SUCH A DAD FIT#I like their outfits a lot better than the ikevamp ones💀#also I am so so glad they did this even after ikerev discontinued#I am always starved for Fenrir content🥰#ikemen series#ikemen games#ikemen revolution#cybird#ikerev#cybird games#ikerev mc#ikerev ray#ikerev lancelot#ikerev lance#ikerev jonah#ikerev dalim#ikerev sirius#ikerev fenrir
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ok tell me why lancelot's route is already kinda cute.
#the hide nd seek scene got me#i dont know why but it was really cute#i also really like the mc so far#noticing the little things about lance nd making sure he knows someone wants him to take care of himself#auburn talks ikerev <3
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Court of Darkness: Radiant Rebellion
Characters: Lance X MC (MC named Cassandra)
Word Count: ~ 2500
Description: Jealousy fluff
From Anonymous: Dialogue Story Request “I didn’t PUNCH her. Her face just collided with my fist.”
Radiant Rebellion
The grand ballroom radiated that night with grandeur and pomp, a breathtaking display of crystal chandeliers casting a soft, golden glow upon the elegantly adorned guests. Amidst the glittering crowds, Cassandra and Lance gazed upon the spectacle. Per usual, Lance exuded an air of disinterest and annoyance, his gaze fixed on the ornate floor. His reluctance to engage with anyone was well-known, earning him a reputation of unapproachability and rebellion.
The headmaster had coerced him into attending the ball, much to his chagrin. His duty? To hobnob with the high-ranking nobles and diplomats, a responsibility he detested to his very core. However, he understood that if he cooperated, his people of Ira, especially the ones often overlooked by his father, could benefit.
The opulence of the ballroom made him itch beneath his elegant, formal garb. “Dragon’s teeth, it’s hot in here,” he grumbled under his breath, as he pulled at his collar. Saligia’s high society and their meticulously crafted personas felt like a suffocating cage to him. “I despise these events.”
“Don’t let the headmaster hear you use words like that with all the dignitaries around,” Cassandra smiled, reaching up to tweak his nose playfully. “Now, go make nice with them, and I’ll be right over here with Rio and Sherry if you need me.” She offered a reassuring squeeze of his hand. “Remember, you owe me a dance after you’ve finished mingling.”
Lance nodded at his paramour, though his sullen expression remained fixed. Though Cassandra empathized with him, she also knew that sometimes, even a prince must play his part in the political theater, whether he wished to or not.
After watching her paramour enter the elegant fray, Cassandra walked toward the back wall where tables were lined with delectable foods, joining her friends. Sherry’s joyful giggle echoed as Cassandra approached, and Rio offered her an appetizer or five.
“I’m right glad the headmaster told me I didn’t have to do anything besides show up,” Rio exclaims, mouth full. “I’d much rather enjoy the food with you two.”
“It’s unfortunate Lance has been pulled away from you, Cassanda,” Sherry said as she nibbled on a delicacy. “He’s going to be lost without you.”
Cassandra’s cheeks flamed red. “Oh, Sherry. You know he’s perfectly fine without me.”
Sherry giggled gracefully, her gloved hand covering her mouth. “I don’t believe it to be true. You two are always together.”
“She’s right.” Rio smiled cheerfully. “You two are like those Volarion lovebirds, always close together.”
Cassandra's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. “We don’t cling to each other all the time.
Sherry's laughter filled the air. “Oh, dear, Rio, I think you might be thinking of another couple,” she teased playfully.
Rio's eyes widened. “No, I’m certain it’s them. Just yesterday, I saw them--
Cassandra swiftly stuffed a cookie in Rio's mouth. “Here, have this.”
Sherry chuckled with a knowing glint. “Now, let’s go check on your prince. Where is he? Oh.” She halted mid-sentence, her expression falling.
“Who is that?” Rio's voice brushed against Cassandra's ear as he crunched another bite.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Cassandra pivoted, following the direction of Sherry's gaze.
She caught sight of the brooding figure of Lance, her heart gave an unexpected jolt. He was engrossed in conversation with a stunning woman, elegantly draped in an extravagant purple gown that seemed to emphasize her curves. The woman's gaze was fixated on Lance, her lips curved into an alluring smile. Cassandra's stomach tightened at the sight, unease settling within her.
She scrunched her nose in response, feeling his proximity and crunching a tad too close for comfort. "You're invading my personal space, Rio," she chided playfully.
"Apologies," Rio chuckled, stepping back slightly.
"I can't say I'm familiar with her," Sherry chimed in, her expression a mixture of curiosity and mild disapproval.
"That's Isabella," Violet remarked, seamlessly integrating into their trio. "She's practically a mere stride away from Luxurian royalty."
“What?” Cassandra breathed. Her heart skipped a beat. Luxurian royalty? She couldn't help but bite her lip, the comparison between herself and Isabella casting a shadow of self-doubt within her.
"And it appears she has her sights set on our Lance," Violet added, her tone carrying a tinge of concern.
Cassandra's gaze remained fixed on the scene before her as Isabella playfully hooked her arm through Lance's, leading him to a different corner of the room.
"Let's sneak a little closer," Sherry suggested with a conspiratorial smile, her fingers lightly wrapping around Cassandra's arm. Her eyes flickered to Rio and the five buttered rolls he held. "Rio, darling, would you be a dear and keep watch here? We might require an extra set of eyes for... um... observation purposes."
With their plan in place, the three women stealthily approached, eventually finding themselves just around the corner from Lance and Isabella. Peering carefully around the corner, they leaned in to eavesdrop.
"How fortunate for me to catch the elusive Prince Lance's attention tonight," Isabella purred, her tone dripping with flirtatiousness.
Cassandra's irritation flared at the woman's overt attempt to captivate Lance's interest.
"Or unfortunate,” Lance replied with an edge to his voice. “Take your pick."
Undeterred by Lance's indifference, Isabella fluttered a fan and began to fan herself coquettishly. "Events like these can be dreadfully mundane, don't you think? But a charming conversation partner can change everything."
Lance's eyes darted around momentarily, almost as if seeking an escape route, before he replied curtly, "I hope you find one."
But Isabella persisted, seemingly unbothered by his curtness. "Oh, but I have found one – it's you! I've heard so much about you."
Though her amusement was overshadowed by her jealousy, Cassandra managed to suppressed a laugh as Lance's silence in response clearly rattled the woman.
"Your skill with a blade, for one," Isabella continued in a sing-song tone, her eyes batting playfully. "But there's more to you than that, isn't there?"
Lance's brows furrowed further. "You must have also heard that I don't enjoy idle chatter."
Isabella let out a forced, overly flirtatious laugh. "Oh, brawn and wit– it's rare to find someone who embodies both so effortlessly!"
Lance's annoyance was palpable as he took a few steps back. "Is there a purpose to this conversation, woman?"
As if unperturbed, Isabella moved closer once more, maintaining her overtly coy demeanor.
"At least he's holding his own," Violet commented softly.
Cassandra nodded in agreement, her heart torn between her irritation at Isabella's advances and a strange sense of relief that Lance was able to handle the situation.
The trio returned to Rio, the vibrant atmosphere of the place wrapped around them. Cassandra, though trying her best to immerse herself in the cheerful banter of her friends, couldn't ignore the persistent twinge in her chest. She fought to suppress her inner turmoil and focus on the light-hearted conversations around her. For the most part, she succeeded, finding amusement in their dialogue and the playful camaraderie they shared.
However, her façade of enjoyment began to crumble when the first notes of the orchestra signaled the beginning of the dancing. It was as if the melody stirred the dormant emotions within her, reminding her of her true purpose for the evening. The grand ballroom transformed into a dance floor, and Cassandra's heart skipped a beat at the thought of finally having a moment alone with Lance, to share a waltz in his arms.
As she discreetly scanned the crowd for him, her excitement turned into a knot of frustration when she spotted Lance by the stairwell, cornered by none other than Isabella. Cassandra's blood boiled at the sight. It seemed that Isabella's relentless pursuit of Lance was far from over, and Cassandra could feel her protective instincts kick in.
"Poor Lance," she muttered under her breath, her annoyance growing. She was certain that he must be at his wit's end dealing with the woman's advances. Determination surged within her, and without another thought, Cassandra strode purposefully towards them, her heart pounding.
As she approached, she caught the last snippet of Isabella's flirtatious conversation. "The night is young,” Isabella said, her voice dripping with seduction, “and the atmosphere is charged with possibility. Perhaps we could find a more secluded spot to talk?"
Oh, hell no! Cassandra's frustration transformed into a blazing fire, her anger becoming a driving force until all she saw was red.
"Excuse me," Cassandra interrupted, her voice laced with an edge that couldn't be ignored. She stepped up to Isabella, her gaze unwavering as she delivered a swift, well-aimed punch to the woman's face. The impact surprised Isabella, causing her to stagger back in shock, clutching her cheek.
A stunned silence settled over the area as Isabella, Lance, and the surrounding guests stared in disbelief. Cassandra's heart raced, her adrenaline pumping. She locked eyes with Isabella, her expression fierce.
"I’m terribly sorry," Cassandra's tone was anything but apologetic as she glared at the woman. "I was reaching out to my paramour for this next dance. I guess your unfortunate face got in the way. But it won't happen again, will it?" Her words were a direct challenge, a declaration that she wouldn't stand for Isabella's advances any longer.
Lance blinked in stunned surprise, a mixture of shock and amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. He stepped between Cassandra and Isabella, his tall frame imposing. “It bloody won’t,” he affirmed, his voice carrying a touch of both irritation and amusement, showing his support for Cassandra's bold move.
The tension in the air was palpable, the confrontation unfolding under the watchful eyes of the attendees. Cassandra's heart raced, her emotions a whirlwind. This was her stand, her declaration that she wasn't willing to back down, not when it came to the man she cared for.
The woman before her recoiled, her hand flying to her cheek in both shock and pain. Her narrowed eyes locked onto Cassandra, her initial surprise quickly transforming into a simmering anger. The air was thick with uncertainty, a charged silence hanging between them as both women sized each other up, each prepared for the next move. Yet, before the tension could escalate further, a voice elegantly cut through the moment.
“My, my, what a captivating tableau we have here,” Fenn's melodious voice interjected, his presence announced by his confident stride and the trademark charm that danced across his lips.
Lance's annoyance was palpable in his huffed breath, clearly unamused by Fenn's timely entrance. Fenn, however, seemed entirely unfazed by Lance's exasperation, his lips curving into a knowing smile. His gaze shifted between Lance and Cassandra, amusement apparent in his eyes.
“Fear not, my dear friends,” Fenn quipped, his voice lowered to a conspiratorial murmur. He winked playfully at both Lance and Cassandra, as if sharing a secret. “I've come to extricate you from the clutches of this rather dire predicament.” With a graceful pivot, he directed his attention to Isabella, his voice regaining its melodious resonance. “Is everything in order here?”
Isabella was struck dumb, her earlier anger momentarily forgotten as the realization washed over her – she had indeed captured the attention of none other than the Luxurian Prince, his presence entirely captivating. "Oh, I'm fine," she replied, her voice attempting to sound casual.
Fenn's charming smile widened as he stepped a bit closer, allowing his innate charisma to shine through. His words were laced with flattery, a touch of eloquent flirtation that had a tendency to disarm even the most resolute hearts.
"My, my, fate must surely be smiling upon me to find such captivating company amidst this gathering of nobility. May I have the honor of knowing your name, for it would be a grievous misfortune to remain unacquainted with a vision as splendid as yourself?" His gaze held a playful gleam, yet there was sincerity behind his words. Fenn's charm was like a gentle breeze that could soothe even the most tumultuous waters, and in this moment, it seemed he had chosen to intervene in more ways than one.
Isabella's eyes widened slightly as if she were evaluating her options. After a moment's pause, she finally replied with a curtsy, "Isabella."
"My lady, you must be the most beautiful sight at this ball,” Fenn smoothly responded, taking her hand in his and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “Might I have the pleasure of this dance?"
A delicate pink hue graced Isabella's cheeks, and she nodded, her voice softening. "Of course."
Fenn's lips curled into a charming smile. "Please, await me by the dance floor, my lady, while I deal with these two ruffians."
Isabella emitted a flirtatious giggle, slipping back into her coquettish demeanor. She sauntered toward the dance floor, casting a seductive wink at Fenn over her shoulder.
Turning to face Lance and Cassandra, who were still processing the unexpected turn of events, Fenn grinned at Cassandra. Leaning closer to her, he lowered his voice. "You've quite the right hook there, Treasure. Impressive." With a final wink, he pivoted and strolled back over to Isabella.
"It would seem Luxure has a knack for timing," Lance commented, shaking his head in disbelief.
Cassandra released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her heart still pounding. "I guess so."
Lance turned to her, his expression a mixture of amusement and genuine admiration. "Never thought I'd see the day you threw punches."
Her cheeks warmed again, and she shook her head, trying to play it down. "I didn't punch her; her face just collided with my fist."
Lance chuckled, charmed by her fiery spirit.
"I couldn't stand watching her make you uncomfortable," Cassandra confessed, her grip on his arm tightening slightly. "And I couldn't let her think she had a chance."
Lance's gaze softened as he looked at her. "You made your point very clear. But I'd never let her think she had a chance.”
Cassandra managed a smile, relief flooding through her. She felt her heart settling into a comfortable rhythm once more. "So, is it always like this for the 'elusive' prince?"
Lance sighed, his expression weary as he leaned against a nearby wall. "Unfortunately, yes. The title doesn't deter everyone."
Cassandra's determination flared anew. "Well, they'll have to get through me first," she declared, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.
"Oh?" Lance raised an intrigued eyebrow, his tone teasing. "Feeling possessive, are we?"
"Absolutely. But I promise my fist won’t collide with any more faces tonight," Cassandra replied, her voice laced with resolve.
Cassandra's smile widened, and she placed her hand in his. "Lead the way, my elusive prince."
“Funny creature,” Lance chuckled, the tension between them giving way to a more relaxed atmosphere. "I suppose I did promise you a dance," Lance said, his tone carrying a hint of amusement as he pushed himself off the wall. He extended his hand toward her, his lips quirking into a lopsided grin. "Care to hold me to that promise?"
As they moved in graceful harmony onto the dance floor, an enchanting transformation came over Lance. The walls he usually upheld crumbled in the face of an unforeseen tenderness. The air around him seemed to soften, his usual reluctance melting away to unveil an unexpected tranquility. At that moment, the burdens of his princely duties seemed to dissipate, leaving him unencumbered to fully engage in the waltz and savor the presence of a person who had become something far more profound than a mere observer in his life and one who had seamlessly woven herself into the fabric of his heart.
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