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A Royal Welcome Home (NSFW)
Fandom: Court of Darkness (Voltage)
Pairing: Roy Invidia x f!MC
Warnings: NSFW, Pregnancy, Doggy style, Vaginal sex
An entry for @voltagefandomproject!
“Roy, you’ve returned home! Oh, how I’ve missed you, my love!”
Setting down the glass of juice Grayson prepared onto the table in sentiment of her husband’s return, MC waddled across the room to welcome her husband home. Glancing down at the swell of her ever-growing baby bump, MC rubbed her hands on her bump and admired their child that they would soon be welcoming into the world.
“How I’ve missed you vastly, my dearest” Roy confessed, crouching down to allow MC to latch onto the sleeves of his shirt. “Perhaps one could be ever so kind to acknowledge me with a ki-?”
Roy's words were stolen when MC pulled his head down and collided with their lips. Her fingers curled around the locks of his hair, as she sucked hard on the bottom arch of his lip. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach with each passing kiss, and her growing urgency tingled between her thighs. His kissing always left MC dreaming of more, and this moment was no exception. She loved this man and his kisses so much, it was never a great feat for MC to melt in the palm of his hands. MC was always hot for Roy, but the pregnancy hormones only served to enhance the pheromones excreting from her body.
With the buckling of her knees, MC tugged Roy towards their bed. Lips never breaking apart, the couple danced around the furniture in the room until they had reached the destination. A smirk flashed across MC’s face when she felt Roy’s excitement press against her leg. She felt her own readiness dampening her underwear, their desires indicating they were throbbing for each other.
“My love, are you certain this is alright?” Roy gritted his teeth, his mind desperately attempting to rationalize what his body was refusing to. “The last thing I would ever want to do is ever harm you or the baby.”
“You won’t.”
The words of assurance rang in his ear, enchanting the fire scorching within him. As if under a trance, Roy’s fingers were drawn to the buttons on MC’s blouse. Nimble movements made hast of her clothing; the garments pooling down onto the carpet by their feet. Bare and exposed, MC shivered when the chill of the air grazed at her skin. Her body burned when Roy started to strip away at his clothing. His consciousness of health contributed to the defined muscles rippling on display before her. She ached to feel him inside of her. Longing to be enjoined as one, MC spun around to climb onto the bed. Settling herself on all fours, she spread her legs apart and wiggled her ass in a fit of impatience while waiting for the pleasure of heat that was about to consume her.
“Someone’s impatient,” Roy chuckled, placing his hands on the curves of the woman’s waist. “Again, are you sure about this?”
“Touch me, Roy,” MC begged, arching her back to press against the man she was pining for. “Tell me how wet I am. How else can I convince you at this point?”
Roy growled when a slight brush of her opening left his fingers dripping. Convinced MC was fully ready and not wanting to deny his pregnant wife any longer, he nuzzled his chin across the lower stretch of her back and teasingly nipped playful love marks before rolling his hips to press into her awaiting arousal.
“Gods, does that feel phenomenal,” MC breathed, gasping short breaths of air while Roy stretched her walls. “Fuck me, Roy. Fuck me right now!”
“As you wish, my dear,” Roy groaned, forcing his response out since his words were replaced with incoherent grunts when he increased the tempo of his thrusting.
“Ngh!” MC cried, her core trembling from the bliss of his cock intruding beyond the velvet of her glistened folds.
Her nails dug into the mattress and she clutched the sheets to hold on for dear life as Roy crashed into her. Each stroke of movement was languid, sensuous, and so damn steamy. MC’s heavy breasts swayed in tune with Roy’s seasoned movements, and beads of perspiration trickled down the bump of her swollen belly. Passionate moans resonated throughout the room, intermixed with the sound of skin slapping together. Every time MC cried out, Roy’s cock twitched; the friction caused her to cry out even more. The welcomed stimulation no sooner induced an explosion of heat, drawing her coils to intensely bind, forcing MC to squirm on top of the bed as she rode out her high.
Roy pulled his cock from MC’s opening, uttering a deep huff as he collapsed down next to MC. Concerned that he may have gone too hard, he scooped MC up and fastened her into the warmth of his embrace.
“Roy!” she shrieked, startled by the change of position when he settled her onto his lap. “Be careful you don’t hurt yourself! I’m not exactly sitting at my normal weight these days!”
“Your weight will never prevent me from holding you, MC,” Roy consoled, his fingers soothingly brushing the part of her bangs to the side of her face. “I assure you, nothing will ever come between us.”
Staying true to his affirmation, Roy held MC closer to this chest. She was sitting sideways on him, and leaned in to wrap her arms around his neck. Roy reached down to rub her stomach, soaking in each one of her affection coos. Roy was her rock-he made her feel safe, and loved, and oh so very warm on the inside and out.
“May I be selfish and instill a request onto you, as my husband?”
Ears perking up and on high alert, Roy turned her chin so their gazes locked. They were in such a close vicinity, MC’s blinking eyelashes brushed Roy’s nose. His hot breath tickled her face, eliciting adorable giggles from her.
“Ask me for the world, and I shall find a way to obtain it,” his declaration fierce. Roy’s lips inched to catch MC’s with his own, allowing him to seal his vow with a kiss. “Tell me it is what you wish for.” MC’s lips curled upwards into a faint smile, and she pressed her forehead against his.
“Kiss me again,” she whispered in between planting small kisses all over his face. And again, and again….., and again.”
Roy happily obliged, sinking into a kiss that intensified in passion. Sure to be cautious of MC’s bump, Roy sunk back down onto the mattress and pulled her down with him.
Limbs entangled, bodies flushed, and intertwined physically, the stars twinkling in the nighttime sky through the open window glimmering in the background as Roy fulfilled each of MC’s whims long into the eve of the night.
#voltage fandom ccc#court of darkness#voltage inc#roy invidia#voltage fanfic#voltage smut#cod roy#roy invidia fanfic#roy invidia smut
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Court of Darkness 12 Days of Christmas
Here’s a 12 Days of Christmas song rendition for no_one_8473 as a part of the 2023 CoD Discord Secret Santa gift exchange!
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🎶 On the 12th day of Christmas, my consort gave to me…🎶
12 Cookies Burning!
*Smoke wafts through a crack in the kitchen*
Sherry: Oh, I meant for these cookies to be red. I suppose black will have to do.
Roy: You have time to bake another batch before the party. Perhaps dear Rio will assist.
Sherry: OK! Will you partake in these cookies then brother? *Offers plate of charred discs*
Roy: …of course.
11 Garlands Hanging!
Fenn: *Hangs garland and mistletoe over windows and doors of the S:Ranks lounge* Toa! Come here and test this mistletoe with me.
Toa: *Ignores Fenn, walks past him with stack of papers in hand. Knight scurries behind with another equally large stack*
Fenn: Oh Kniiiiiiiight…*pinches his butt*
Knight: OI!
10 Cups Aligning!
Tino: *Brings out a tray of teacups and plates* Masters Luxure and Invidia, the Christmas tree is beautifully trimmed. Wait, where is Master Lynt?
Nine Letters Signing!
Toa: We cannot delay in sending these missives Knight.
Knight: I can’t believe Idina and your father expect you to work on Christmas! They’d better get coal in their stockings.
Eight Whisks A-Turning!
Sherry: Let’s see, three cups of sugar…
Rio: *Whisks batter in a bowl* Sherry, that’s salt, not sugar. Easy to mistake though!
Sherry: Oh. *Gestures to jar of salt* But I used this jar for my last batch of cookies. I guess Roy likes salty cookies?
Grayson: *Face remains stoic* …yes.
Seven Frantic Searches!
Tino: *Wanders down the hallways AGAIN* Master Lynt where ARE YOUUUU?
Lance: Oi cease your yelling! Try searching the courtyard.
Six Pies A-Baking!
Rio: These pies turned out brilliant! But I haven’t a knack for decorating.
Sherry: Leave that to me! *Performs luminary magic so the pies glow with an ethereal yet somehow tasty light*
FIIIIIVE…SAUCY LOOKS!
Fenn: *Pats his lap invitingly* Will no one sit with me?
Sherry: Maybe you’ll have more luck if you wear this. *Sherry laughs and places a red hat and white beard on Fenn*
Rio: *Promptly sits on Fenn’s lap* Santa!
Four Mugs of Cocoa!
Tino: *Furiously destroys a snowman on a courtyard bench. Under the snow is Lynt, snoozing upright in a sleeping bag*
Lynt: *Wakes up* Hi Chino. *Blinks drowsily and drifts back to sleep*
Tino: Aaaaah! *Shoves a mug of cocoa in front of his young charge.* You need to keep warm! And get ready for the party!
Three Spell Books!
Rio: Toa, stop grading papers and join our Christmas party!
Toa: *Is about to shake his head until Tino arrives with a cup of cocoa*
Tino: This cup is made with Qelsan chocolate. I can procure more if you celebrate with us.
Toa: *Drinks cup of cocoa and smiles*
Two Scratchy Throats!
Fenn: Aren’t you two going to eat any other food?
Roy: *Continues eating Sherry’s cookies, washing them down with copious amounts of milk. Grayson joins his Master*
Roy: N-no. I prefer to eat something made with love.
Grayson: *Grimaces throughout his gaging* I agree.
And a Happy Holy Night Paaaaaarty!
Every Consort: Merry Christmas!
Sherry: Brother, you ate all my cookies! I’ll make sure to add extra salt to my next batch just like you like them!
Roy: *Chokes on his milk*
#court of darkness#voltage games#sherry invidia#roy invidia#fenn luxure#toa qelsum#rio voleri#fanfic fluff#otome#12 days of christmas
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Roy sighed lightly as he lugged me back to the dormitory.
“You sure had a fun night, heartspell,” he commented with a cordial smile.
I looked up at him with hooded eyes, my cheeks flushed from alcohol. I grin lopsidedly at him then furrow my brows as my brain pieces words together.
“I woke you up from sleep?” I work my tingling lips.
“Best you woke me than the headmaster. I can always take a nap tomorrow.” He brushed off my half-witted apology with a gentle squeeze of my waist.
We walked in silence for a moment more. I looked up at him once again.
“You know… you’re not beautiful because of your looks,” I begin. Roy gives me an incredulous look as he tried to figure out the meaning behind my sudden commentary.
“You’re beautiful because your heart is beautiful. And that shows on the outside.”
Roy blushed as paused out walking. He cupped my cheek gently and stroked his thumb along my cheekbone.
“You make me want to be my very best, heartspell. Truly a gift.” He smiled gently and kissed the top of my head.
“Now let’s get you to bed.” Roy opened the door to my room and helped me to my bed, taking off my shoes and covering me with my blanket. He sat on the edge of my bed and stroked my hair as I fell asleep.
Although I don’t remember what I said to him, Roy made sure he’d never forget.
(Don’t mind shirtless Roy. He sleeps hot.)
#court of darkness#digital art#fantasy#obey me#fanfic#short ficlet#short fiction#roy invidia#Roy Invidia x MC#heartspell#fluff#cod fluff#Court of Darkness Roy Invidia#cute fic#warm fuzzies
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Bold♡
~Roy Invidia
CW: [n]sfw 18+, magical vibrator. Roy being Roy a little shit. teasing, afab, non gender specific descriptors but wearing a dress, exhibitionism, praise, voyeurism on Fenn's part-
Word Count: 869
Rating: Explicit (18+ mdni)
Prompt(s): Making them orgasm in public
Note: my first entry for @voltagefandomproject there will be more😈
— voltage fandom ccc masterlist
"..."
"Shut the fuck up-"
"I said nothing of the sort," Roy crosses his arms over his chest, failing to hide the shit eating grin on his face as you glare at him from the side.
"You know what you're doi-" you sucked in a breath abruptly as Roy wriggled his fingers triggering the intensity of the toy in the seat of your panties.
You bit your tongue hanging your head to hide your expression as you squeezed your thighs together concealed by the expensive dress you wore.
You were at an event, one of Coldes many holidays that constituted throwing a ball in the grand hall, currently sitting by the wall with your paramour at your side- the quite devious paramour might I add.
These kinds of things were like Roy's battle ground, always prim, proper, and perfect for appearances, not a hair could be seen out of place. What would they do if they saw the Roy you saw behind closed doors?
For someone who always appeared calm and composed in every situation, he loved testing the limits of decorum.
You leaned your head on Roy's shoulder whispering out pleas for mercy. To on looker you merely appeared to be a loving couple being affectionate, little would they know you've been teetering on the edge for hours now, your panties soaked through.
"Roy… please I- no more," you kept your voice down for the sake of a potential audience though in your mind you'd already disregarded your location, simply desperate for release.
"You've had enough already? The night is still young, we have yet to share a dance," Roy took you by the hands standing you up from your chair.
"Royy," you whined as he led you to the middle of the floor, as a new song began to ring through the hall.
"I will aid you through the steps if you're worried about making mistakes," Roy placed his hands on the small of your back before lifting your body off the floor with magic hovering you just above floor enough to go without notice before leaning in next to your ear, his voice a couple octaves lower. "Lean on me."
You felt your body heat up at the tone of his voice, as you carefully leaned your head on his shoulder putting your full trust in him.
"You want to finish?" You hummed confirmation as Roy moved through the steps of the dance. "Can you keep quiet for me?"
Before you had the chance to answer you felt Roy trace patterns on your lower back with his fingers igniting more vibrations to your throbbing clit. You gasped hanging onto Roy to ground yourself somewhat; hard to do when you're not on the ground. The vibrations rolling through your body made you weak but incredibly more conscious of where you were. You'd feel like you're floating if you weren't already suspended in the air.
"Mmh.." you can't keep a low blissful moan from rumbling up your throat as the toy magically moves around your soaked cunt, teasing every part of your sensitive area.
"... look at me, a moment," Roy said, seeking to see your face.
Lifting your head you met his eyes. The moment your eyes met the intensity of the vibrations jumped to its highest level so far.
"Ah-!" The moan you were about to let out was cut off by Roy's lips, taking your breath away. The kiss was short, meant to shut you up but enough to have Roy look over his shoulder if any one was explicitly watching.
Had your legs been on the ground, they'd be shaking. You're sure your thighs are wet by now. Your lip quivered as you looked at Roy, his perfect poker face cracked slightly as your composure faltered.
"Roy…"
You ducked your head in the crook of his neck, biting your tongue so hard you began to taste blood but ignored it as the wave of your orgasm ran through your bones, sinking your nails into Roy's shoulders as your body felt like putty. Your ears rang as you rested your full weight on him, Roy's touches on your back becoming more soothing, no longer controlling the vibrator in your well ruined panties.
"Good… you did so well," Roy kissed your forehead continuing the motions of your dance in a soothing embrace.
"..tired…" you mumbled against his coat.
"I imagine you are.. you managed to endure throughout the night Heartspell. When this song comes to a close we will make our exit."
To any onlooker's eye you two simply looked hopelessly in love, stuck in your own world as you spent the duration of the night in each other's company. Well unless you looked closely.
The song ends and Roy slowly places your feet on the floor, and aided your steps as your legs regained their strength. Saying short goodbyes in passing as you aimed for the door, Roy caught the eye of the purple eyed prince.
Fenn sipping his cocktail made eye contact with Roy, a knowing smirk on his lips before licking his lips. He mouthed the words 'Good show' before looking elsewhere making a silent vow to tease the other prince on a later date.
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This prompt was just made for him yk😌
#voltage fandom ccc#court of darkness#roy invidia#fanfiction#otome fanfic#tw smut#voltage inc#cod fanfic#court of darkness fanfiction#smut#18+ minors dni#fenn luxure#kay's writing
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Doming The Prince's
Court of Darkness Headcannons
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Guy Avari
He's never gonna ask for you to Dom, and he's not gonna accept it at first
But as soon as ya got him on hi back he knows he's done for-
degrade him, rn, humble him
Won't beg at first but once he gets started there's no going back
he's fine with most things just don't tie him up or blindfold him
He can last awhile, maybe 3-4 rounds. Not as long as when he Dom's though, especially the first few times
The first few time he will also def require aftercare-
Will be asleep in a matter of seconds-
mostly into degradation, choking, pegging, maybe some light pain and stuff like that
Not super vocal unless he's begging
Most sensitive spots are his inner thighs
Roy Invidia
He's curious about it, and will hint towards it. If you don't get it eventually he'll just ask you
"Will you dominate me?"
he says if so sweetly like it's something you could say at a family dinner
At first he's a little uneasy but will relax after awhile, he trusts you won't hurt him
Will beg, softly and sweetly, it probs won't take much to convince you to do something-
He's into a few things but he's not super worried about exploring new interests
Lot of riding and praise and begging is what sex when he sub's consists of
After the first few times he'll be less shy about asking you and he actually sub's a lot
Aftercare, everytime
Cuddle with each other, have a bath, watch a show, doesn't matter
Just...
Aftercare
bros screaming
Very vocal, and it shows
Many incoherent words just come tumbling
most sensitive spot is his chest, around his nipples
Fenn Luxury
Literally out of no where just asks you to dominate and ride him
Like hes already taking you to the bedroom by the time you've processed his ask of you
He's literally into everything so you can explore whatever you want
Peg him, praise him, tease him, edge him, degrade him, blindfold him, tie him up, everything
There are no lines you can cross, except for scaring him
Trick him into thinking you'll leave him and he'll cry
that's the only thing he'll never be into when your doing it
If you have to learn that the hard way just immediately go back and comfort him, make sure he knows you would never even dream of leaving
aftercare isn't a must but he doesn't mind it
he'll happily oblige to cuddling after sex and you two can sleep together peacefully
not super vocal but you can hear him
Poor Grayson
Y'all fuckin everywhere in every position possible
most sensitive points behind his ear and on his cheekbone
Can't even lightly touch it tucking his hair back or carressing his cheek without him going bright red
Lynt Akedia
he doesn't care much for who's in charge during sex
He does enjoy subbing though because he can relax a little while you take the reigns
Be gentle with him, praise him, light teasing, and maybe a little edging and he's fine
Riding is the natural go to for this between you two, but you occasionally switch it up
If you leave marks on him in visible areas he won't bother covering them, if someone asks he'll nonchalantly say "mc did it" and then you have to explain
Not much aftercare is needed but he will fall asleep after sex
moans like a bitch
Vocal asf
Doesn't bother hiding it
He won't tell anyone about your sexual adventures, try just know
most sensitive on his hips and Lower stomach
Toa Qelsum
love this man like your life depends on it
You'll have to be the first one to bring it up and just slowly ease it on to him
He'll reject you when you first ask him but eventually he starts thinkin about it
At some point he'll sit you down on the bed and kneel in front of you
"I want you to fuck me"
Do it
Get him used to one thing then maybe introduce something else
Whimpers and whines come from this man more then actual moans do
He's vocal but tries so hard to supresss it
nothing coherent will ever be heard from him during sex
Gets overstimulated v easy, tease him and edge him to no end and he'll be a mess
Pegging and praise are mains for y'all
Pinning him to the bed will startle him but also fluster him so much
110% give this man's head
he'll squirm underneath you but do his best to stay still
Aftercare is a must, especially after pegging
Run him a bath and clean him up because you best believe it's a disaster
#court of darkness#cod#toa qelsum#fanfic#lynt akedia#guy avari#roy invidia#romance#dom/sub#fenn luxure#headcannons#otome game
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Miss Me, Miss Me, Now You Gotta Kiss Me
FEATURING : L365 Men (EITM, MLFK, SITS, KBTBB, SCM, KOP, BUM, MFW, LLFTX) + CoD Men
GENRE : CRACK FLUFF
C/W : FEM!MC AND MENTION OF THE WORD K!LL
LIBRARIAN'S NOTE/S : an entry for the Voltage Fandom Content Creation Challenge hosted by @voltagefandomproject. I sincerely apologize for posting very late. this is written in 2nd pov and I apologize in advance for grammatical errors and if some characterizations are off since all insights are based on ms1 stories, snippets, and other fanfics/thoughts from others. if other LIs are not here then that means I am too uncertain about their personality. other than that, enjoyy~~
NOTES & REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED ^^
SCENARIO
Wherein MC impulsively sings “Miss me, miss me, now you gotta ki—” once he returned home after a long trip but you stop yourself from finishing it upon realizing what the next words were. Your face flushed red from the embarrassment. (This can also apply if you just start singing it out in the blue).
HIS REACTION!
1. He will tease you and say "Now I gotta what?" He knows full well what the next words are, and he will not stop teasing you about it, not until you say the next words
Miyabi, KYOGA, Ayato Hidaka, Ichiya Misono, KYOHEI RIKUDOH, Nagito Aoshima, Eisuke Ichinomiya, Ota Kisaki, MITSUNARI BABA, Leon, Teorus, ICHYTHYS, Tauxolouve, Yosuke Sagara, SHUN RANDOH, Yuma Akagi, TAKAMASA SAEKI, FENN LUXURE, Roy Invidia, and Jasper Lane
No doubt that they would tease you to death, you missed him and he knows it
It is an ego boost for them
I put Leon in both 1 and 2 knowing that he would possibly do it in that order, like you say it > he kisses you > he says number 2
Saeki might even go "Awww, my honey missed meee~~"
I personally think that Fenn would be the biggest tease among everyone. He finds it so amusing that he'll laugh and he won't even try to hide it.
Roy and Jasper will feign cluelessness while teasing you into saying it
2. Much like number one but instead of waiting for you to say it, he will just kiss you and then say "If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask" bro will be smirking at you
Shinra, HIROKI ENIWA, IORI ENJO, Kota Igarashi, EISUKE ICHINOMIYA, Mamoru Kishi, Leon, Scorpio, PARTHENO, Kiyohito Shirakami, Yamato Kougami, and GUY AVARI
I put Eisuke in both numbers knowing that it is possible because I feel like he would do 1 and 2 in that order
Shinra, Kota, and Kiyohito might even blush about it, especially Shinra who would act cocky about it all the while he is blushing
You know Hiroki's princely-like pose where he raises his head with a subtle smirk, that's what he would look like while saying it
Okay, Kota is not the type to smirk but like do his expression where he puts his hand over his face and blush
3. He knows what the next words are, he is amused. He found it cute and kissed you
Chikage, SAMON, MAKOTO MORIMACHI, Ryo Chibana, Soryu Oh, HUEDHAUT, Dui, KARNO, Zyglavis, Taki Kozaki, Takao Maruyama, Kenshi Inagaki, Toa Qelsum, TINO VALENTINE, and Lou
Samon, Makoto, and Karno would probably even pat your head after giving you the kiss
You know the soft doting look that Makoto has, yes that's what he would look like
Tino might even blush about it and I think that he probably chose to stay quiet so as to not embarrass you any further because he is considerate like that
Huedhaut and Lou would definitely chuckle at your behavior
4. "Yeah? Now I gotta what?" He is genuinely clueless, so you gotta tell him and finish the sentence if you really want that kiss
Chikage, Yukinojo, Takamune Kitami, RIKU MORIMACHI, Takashi Ninagawa, Soryu Oh, Rhion Hatter, AIGONORUS, Yonghua, REN SHIBASAKI, LYNT AKEDIA, Toa Qelsum, and Grayson Hotz
Chikage, Soryu, and Toa are literally so similar because of how cool and distant they are. Moreover, knowing these three, I feel like they are in between 3 and 4 because those three are also like so smart, no shot, they are unaware, but they're quite dense sometimes so-
Riku, Aigonorus, and Lynt are quite the airheads so you literally have to spell it out to them, but I wouldn't put it past Riku to feign cluelessness just to tease you
In the case, that Soryu is in a good and he knows what the next words are but you aren't saying them then he will probably say, "You might wanna say it unless you want me to misunderstand and think I want to kill you." but we all know that he wouldn't do that because he even refuses to point a gun at a woman. He is respectful and principled like that
Nah cause even though half of these men are smart-asses, you sometimes just have to spell it out because of how absorbed they can get from their passions; like Takamune with soccer, Takashi with music, etc.
5. Another one who is genuinely clueless but will still kiss you nonetheless because they missed you too
Yukinojo, Rhion Hatter, KRIOFF, and RIO VOLERI
Okay, so I put Yukinojo here as well cause I really feel like he might be clueless but whether he'd push you to say it or not is something I'm not sure cause he does not seem to be the forceful type either and would be the type to think/reason "If you wanted to tell me, you would, but if you didn't then you must have your reasons".
For Rhion, same reason as Yukinojo, but I think he also leans more toward the curious type. Depending on the topic, he might press for answers, but he doesn't seem that pushy either.
Krioff is a gentleman, and I don't think he would push you to say it either unless he senses something amiss or bad about it.
Rio would definitely let out a hearty laugh since he sees you lightly blushing. He'll say, "Hahaha! Whatever that is, you're right, I missed you." or somewhere along those lines before kissing you.
6. "Ha? You're only saying that because you're the one who misses me." He missed you but won't admit it
RIN YAKUMO, TAKUTO HIRUKAWA, AND KNIGHT
Okay, hear me out, I put this specifically for them because of how Tsundere they can get. (Again, this is all according to what I've observed from them, and I haven't read Knight's route yet, but he literally gives me Tsun-Tsun vibes).
There is no way that those two are not blushing while or after saying that
Mention that he is blushing, and he will blush twice as much
!! DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE ELSE !! THIS IS THE PROPERTY OF YUUNEMI !! IT DOESN’T CLAIM TO OWN THE CHARACTERS THAT BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS !!
#voltage fandom ccc#voltage love 365#court of darkness#enchanted in the moonlight#my last first kiss#scandal in the spotlight#kissed by the baddest bidder#star crossed myth#kings of paradise#butler until midnight#my forged wedding#love letter from thief x#I PRESSED CTRL Z WITHOUT KNOWING IT WOULD UNDO THE WHOLE THING TT I HAD TO REDO MY MASSIVE PROGRESS PLEASE TT#NAH CAUSE I GOT SO USED TO PRESSING CTRL Z EVERYTIME I HAD TO UNDO SOMETHING AND I DIDNT KNOW DOING IT ON TUMBLR UNDOS EVERYTHING 😭😭😭😭#my favoritism isn't totally showing haha-#anyhoww if there are any criticizementss please be gentle with mee :"DD
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Enough
Fandom/Consort: Court of Darkness, Roy Invidia
Description: What is the driving force behind Roy’s need for princely perfection? All is not as it seems in this fairytale kingdom of roses.
Story takes place shortly before the S:Rank princes arrive at the Academy of Concordia (ie, a decade before the game’s prologue).
Tags: Angst, Feels, Family Drama, Insecurities
Word count: ~550
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Good boy; good brother; good prince. I have heard these accolades countless times.
Today, I discovered they are worthless.
While walking in the palace, I heard raised voices coming from the throne room. Father is rarely cross, especially in any royal capacity. Curiosity got the better of me as I listened behind a crack in a nearby door.
“Do you have a plan?”
“My children are not pawns, Lord Tywin.” Father sat on the throne, his voice shaking with barely repressed rage. He took a breath before speaking in more composed tones. “They know their duty and do it well. Sherry is the people’s princess. Roy’s ancient magic is the greatest in Invidia’s history. He will lead our people to a prosperous future.”
“It is not enough!” Lord Tywin’s voice rose in pitch. “Prince Guy has magical prowess not seen since Vane. Prince Toa is close behind. Avari or Qelsum will crush our kingdom if given the chance.”
“Roy is to attend the Academy of Concordia soon. He’ll make allies with them. It’s a gift of his.”
“Avari and Qelsum value strength, not pretty words,” Lord Tywin sneered. “Prince Guy and Toa are hardened with wills of steel. Prince Roy must stand toe to toe with them, be like them, if we are to survive.”
“That is not the Invidian way. Nor Roy’s.” Father’s voice was low, rumbling with anger. His inflection then shifted, to one that was nearly pleading. “He is as tenacious as the other princes. Just in a different manner. I…will not ask him to be something he is not.” Father starred at Lord Tywin, hoping his words could make him see reason. “My son is a good man. That is enough.”
“Enough?” A bark of laughter echoed in the room. “You condemn Invidia to a future of submission and slaughter then,” spat Lord Tywin. “Unless—“
“I will hear your toxic words no more.” Father got up from the throne and began leaving. But Lord Tywin went on.
“Unless Princess Sherry were to marry.” Father stopped, his eyes flashing. “Many of the other lords agree with me. After all, there are multiple Avari princes to secure an alliance.”
“Sherry is not fully grown. Far too young for this conversation.” Father’s eyes narrowed. “I would have her follow her heart.”
“Why else have a daughter?” Lord Tywin scoffed. “Besides, you merely need to arrange a betrothal. They can consummate at a later date.”
“Enough!” Father strode quickly to the other man so that his face was inches from Lord Tywin’s. “I will not—“
“Your son or your daughter. One must make a sacrifice.”
I left my hiding spot, not wanting or needing to hear more.
Lord Tywin was right about some things. Father would not ask me to change. He is too kind to do so. That kindness is why Invidia and our people have prospered thus far.
But sacrifices must be made to ensure that prosperity continues.
I love Sherry’s smile. She is a blossom in full bloom. I will not be the cause of it wilting. If anyone should sacrifice or change, it should be me.
Good is not enough. That much is clear. Nothing less than perfection will suffice. I must be strong—To protect Sherry, father, Invidia.
To protect them all.
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Devour and Delight: Roy’s Wedding and Wedding Night
Fandom: Court of Darkness (Roy X MC, MC named Carla)
Rating: First third PG/Sugary sweet; last 2/3 R/Sweetly Spicy (Minors/folks under 18 do not interact please!). The spicier section is in dialogue format.
Description: Roy and MC get hitched—and clearly enjoy their first honeymoon night. Part One to this story here: LINK HERE
Word Count: ~2700
Tags: Wedding; wedding night; fluff; sweet and spicy; soft smut
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A private ceremony takes place in a garden near the Invidian royal chapel. A little girl clutching a basket marches down the aisle, the frills of her dress bouncing energetically. Roy smiles indulgently as the girl curtsies to him at the altar.
“You performed admirably, Nica.” He adds. “Your excitement mirrors mine.”
“Yay!” Nica runs to her older brother, Rio, who serves as Roy’s best man. She had practiced her flower girl routine diligently for a week. No one had the heart to tell Nica that, in her excitement, she forgot to drop any of the petals.
“Sorry about that mate,” Rio says quietly to Roy after ushering Nica to her seat.
“There is nothing to apologize for, my friend.” Roy eyes Nica’s overflowing flower basket, grinning. “I have a better use for the petals this evening.”
“What use could that be—“ Rio stops himself. Roy’s gaze is transfixed upon seeing Carla.
King Klaus walks Carla down the aisle. “I thought I’d only get this honor with Sherry,” Klaus murmurs, his voice choking. Carla can’t help but be moved that the King is reacting like a proud parent this day, his emotions clearly etched on his face.
The audience witnessing this wedding is small—some palace staff, Rio, Lynt and their immediate families, Sherry, Grayson, and Roy’s parents. The Invidian people and other foreign princes will be present for the public ceremony—and all the royal trappings along with it—in a week’s time. But this day is for Roy and Carla.
Carla can hardly contain her emotions as she grasps Roy’s hand.
“No escaping now,” Carla whispers jokingly, her eyes drinking the sight of him in his suit.
“Escape was never an option for us, Heartspell.”
King Klaus makes a gracious escape and sits next to his wife and daughter Sherry. He’s all but sure from Roy’s lovestruck stare that his son did not remotely register his presence.
“Roy’s brimming with passion. It just took the right woman to unlock it.” Roy’s mother notes fondly to King Klaus.
“If he can keep it unlocked until the ceremony ends!” Sherry giggles.
The officiant intones some very poignant and meaningful words—of which Roy would confess later to not recalling much of at all. He does recall every word of his and Carla’s personal wedding vows. When that time arrives, Carla turns and places a gold ring with an etched rose motif on his finger.
“The world is comprised of darkness and light. For years, I struggled in the dark, seeking a life worth living. But then, you arrived. Thank you for being my light—my source of inspiration and joy. I vow to spend every day giving you the same love and happiness you’ve gifted me. To ease the burdens you carry. To lift your spirits in times of sorrow and doubt.”
A beautiful smile forms on Roy’s face from Carla’s words. He places a diamond ring on her finger before clasping her hands.
“The world may be comprised of light and dark, but you brought color into my life. I love you with all that I am. My soul has transformed from knowing you—your goodness, your kindness, your perseverance. I vow to cherish you for eternity, to be the one you can turn to when you require. To comfort, soothe, and protect in times of need.”
The officiant asks if there are any objections. Carla withholds a giggle when Roy scans the crowd and briefly narrows his eyes as if anyone would object. Her thumb caresses his wrist to soothe his nerves.
The officiant pronounces them man and wife. Carla represses the urge to leap in Roy’s arms due to the audience. Roy senses her hesitation and pulls Carla to him in a tender embrace. As their lips touch, Carla whispers on his lips.
“I love you…husband.”
Time stops briefly. Affections overflow as they gaze into each other’s eyes.
“And I love you...wife.”
There’s a joyous celebration at the Castle. The festivities blur in a series of dances, feasting, and good natured ribbing of Roy and Carla being unable to keep their eyes off each other. The moment King Klaus and Queen Charlotte leave, Roy makes his excuses, picks Carla up in his arms, and dashes away.
Carla: Roy! So impatient! Her voice echoes the hallway. What will people say?
Roy: Patience would be rather unusual at present. It is not as if tonight’s plans are a secret. Roy smirks while carrying Carla towards their chambers. Upon feeling her cheeks blaze, his voice lowers. I have the most beautiful wife in my arms. All I desire is to spend time with her.
Carla: Define spend time. Carla nuzzles her nose against his neck as Roy opens their chamber door. I have some ideas…
Roy: Roy chuckles at her coyness. His eyes close briefly at feeling of Carla’s breath against his neck. He steps inside their chambers and locks the door.
Well then, please enlighten me.
Roy puts Carla on the ground. His thumb traces her jawline before lifting her chin towards his gaze. His eyes reflect adoration, love, and rising heat. Carla’s thoughts scatter at his look.
Carla: Roy…She is overwhelmed. A part of her wonders if she closes her eyes if she’ll find this day, nay their entire relationship, nothing more than a dream. She grasps Roy’s free hand. It’s real, solid, radiating warmth. His fingers curl against hers on instinct.
Allow me to burn this beautiful image of you in my mind. Please.
Roy: His eyes widen with surprise—he has been called fair of face by many, but none have mattered before meeting Carla. His expression softens.
Take your time. The corner of his mouth quirks. Please inform me if I pass your inspection.
Carla: She walks a full circle around Roy, eyes roaming up and down from the tips of his shoes to the top of his head. Roy breathes heavier at her examination.
It’s not everyday a girl marries the most handsome prince in Saligia—inside and out. Her voice trails as her arms wrap around Roy’s back.
Roy: He embraces Carla softly, resting his head on top of hers. You understand you've completely melted me, yes?
Carla: You’re standing upright, so not ALL of you has melted. She kicks off her heels and nuzzles against his chest.
Roy: He is determined to make this a night she’ll never forget. One of joy, of gallantry—
Carla: How about we unwrap our…wedding presents? Her fingers untuck shirttails from Roy’s pants so she can caress his sides.
Roy: …gallantry be damned.
Carla: Her hands wander to Roy’s shoulders as she removes his jacket. Carla hums in approval as Roy’s hands travel up her back and slowly undo her dress.
I REALLY despise buttons. Her hands shake as the top three buttons of Roy’s shirt are undone. There is an innate satisfaction in unveiling one another’s skin with their own hands versus using magic—even if their wedding attire consists of the tiniest most cumbersome buttons in existence. Her lips lap Roy’s chest as more skin is exposed. Carla’s wedding dress falls to the ground in a pool of fabric.
Roy: You are exquisite. Beyond exquisite. Heartspell. I love you.
There are more eloquent ways to express these overflowing emotions. But, those are the words that matter.
Carla: Though they’ve come together many times before, this feels different. Her skin is covered in goosebumps as Roy’s fingers trace her curves. His touch is revenant yet burning. When Carla finally gets Roy’s shirt off, she gasps as she’s lifted in his arms. Her legs wrap around his waist, their kisses quickly becoming ravenous. Roy walks to the bed and lowers Carla down, his lips never leaving hers.
Carla’s hands drift to Roy’s waist to take off what remains of his attire. Despite their passionate sounds, Carla can’t help laughing as Roy kicks his shoes off with serious impatience.
And YOU may hate shoes as much as I hate buttons! Even as she laughs, her lips seek Roy’s body vigorously.
Roy: He half laughs, half growls in impatience. His hands finally remove the few articles of clothing clinging to their bodies.
Believe me, you’re well worth the effort of unraveling, dear wife. Roy groans as their lips devour each other, caressing said and unsaid desires.
Carla: Her fingers dig into his rose gold locks. Oh God Roy…
Roy: He moans at her touch, her body, her heart—it is pure heaven. His hands travel up her thighs, tracing every inch, seeking her heat.
Carla: This…this is a problem. She murmurs softly against his lips and neck. I want this moment to continue, but your fingers…oh, just like THAT.
Carla’s fingers dig into his shoulders as Roy’s fingers concentrate on her most sensitive spot, lightly at first and then encircling intently.
Roy: He laughs softly as she murmurs against him. Roy’s touches become all-consuming, her reactions driving him wild.
Just like this…yes? Roy feigns his questioning tone. He knows Carla loves it.
Carla: Her legs quiver from the sensations of Roy’s fingers in her. Carla feels rather than sees Roy smirk as his head is buried against her neck.
Roy, I…her eyes close as she becomes undone by his touch.
Roy: You already need me this much? He grins at her body’s quivering, the lurid wet sound of his fingers loving her. While he wants to savor his Carla, the wanton desire on her lips fuels a need to make her delirious with pleasure. Roy continues to twirl and pump his fingers the way she enjoys it until he brings Carla to her peak.
Carla: Her body convulses against Roy, her mind going blank. Carla clinches his shoulders and cries his name, lips pressed against the top of his head. Her body sinks in the bedsheets in the aftermath.
Roy…though her limbs still shake, Carla pulls Roy closer to her. She should not be the only one delighted this night. Plus, Carla wants to replace the slightly smug look on Roy’s face with another expression. She whispers in his ear.
Your turn. Her hands slide towards Roy’s waist, tracing light circles on his hips and upper thighs.
Roy: He groans softly in anticipation, his mind clouding as Carla pulls him closer. Roy’s breath is shallow and short, Carla’s fingers sending his body into overdrive.
Carla: I’m not the only one in need it seems. Carla purrs against his skin. One arm encircles Roy’s waist while the other tantalizes his length. Her lips press a wet trail across his upper chest and neck.
Just like this…yes? Carla mimics Roy’s previous teasing tone. Her face is flushed, but seeing Roy slowly come apart is an absolute treat. Her tongue swirls on his chest as her hand moves faster on him.
Roy: He groans as Carla’s tongue and fingers perform wonders. Carla’s name falls from his lips, as if it’s the only thing he can utter. Roy is certain his heart will explode from Carla’s ministrations. His hands clinch the bedsheets, his vocalizations intensifying.
Carla: And now to test how soundproof our chambers are.
She nips his neck, stroking him faster still until he comes undone. Carla takes her other hand and glides her fingertips across his whitening knuckles until they relax into her touch. Light kisses now cover bite marks in soothing pecks as Roy recovers.
Roy: Her actions send him to a point where he doesn’t care if the whole Castle hears him. His voice cries out and his body shakes and slumps. A towel is magically summoned to their bed.
It appears we both need this, Heartspell. Roy chuckles ruefully, wiping their bodies as he catches his breath. Carla rests her head on his chest. A smile spreads across her face when Roy drops a kiss on her forehead.
Carla: It appears so.
Carla breathes in a mingled scent of sweat and roses—Roy always smells sweet Carla thinks. She drapes an arm across his torso and lets a comfortable silence remain between them before speaking.
I said you were handsome in your suit Roy. But I prefer what you wear now. Carla can’t see Roy’s face from her position, but she can easily imagine his cheeks turning pink.
Roy: Is that so? Even when I am all...sweaty like this?
Carla: Yes. It’s you in your most natural state—no political trappings, no formal words, no masks. Just you and your heart exposed. Her speech is a bit sentimental so she tacks on an addendum. And no one else gets to see your pretty body and reactions but me. I rather like that.
Roy: He responds back in a teasing tone. You just had the best view then, did you not?
Carla: Carla buries her head against Roy’s chest and laughs heartily. Cheeky man.
Roy: I can never resist teasing my gorgeous wife.
Carla: You couldn’t resist teasing when I was your consort or fiancé, you know.
Roy: Well, you make it so easy. How am I supposed to ignore teasing someone as beautiful as you?
Carla: Carla sits up, looking down at Roy in mock indignation. Oh, so it’s MY fault?
Roy: Of course it is. Who else's could it be?
Carla: Perhaps, JUST PERHAPS, the rascal prince I’ve married!
She throws a pillow in Roy’s direction, but then notices rose petals on it. She scans her surroundings and sees the bed and most of the carpet sprinkled with rose petals, the room cast in a golden light from numerous candles.
Roy… Carla gestures to candles and roses. You sweet man…. Her cheeks turn pink.
Roy: His eyes catch Carla’s glances at the room. It’s a cute reaction he’s compelled to play with. Roy sits up, grabs another pillow, and tosses it towards Carla. Oh, did you just notice the candles and flowers?
Carla: YES! She deflects the pillow.
Roy: You can thank Nica for supplying the petals. A much better use of them I dare say. Roy smirks and tucks a strand of hair behind Carla’s ear. Too bad you didn’t see them until now. Were you distracted?
Carla: I was as distracted as YOU were! Or were our moans not indicative of this?
Roy: You do inspire quite the response from me. His fingers caress the back of Carla’s neck. And here I thought I was a good, quiet boy.
Carla: HA! She launches herself so Roy’s on his back and she’s lying on top of him. You’re good in another context though…
Roy: And what context is that?
Carla: The “your wife wants to pounce you” context. Carla straddles Roy’s hips enticingly and presses her lips to his.
Roy: Her playful desire envelopes Roy. Their kisses grow intense, thorough, and ravenous. They crave without hesitation or restraint. Roy twines his fingers in Carla’s hair and uses momentum to flip their positions. His hips move against hers, entering her in one smooth powerful stroke. They gasp at the instant fireworks unleashed.
Carla: She is mesmerized—his lips, his touch, the way he yearns for more intimacy, the blaze of Roy’s golden eyes as they give into the moment of being husband and wife in every sense of the word.
Roy…Carla hopes he can feel the passion she has for him. More.
Roy: Roy calls out to her, eyes aflame, skin on fire. He presses further into her, their rhythm increasing rapidly.
Feel me. With all that I am.
Lips devour, seeking her everything—her cries, her sighs, the words she tries to express. Roy tries slowing their pace to prolong the moment, but it’s no use. Carla matches his pace, digging her fingers against his back as the pounding pressure crescendos. Roy encircles one arm under Carla’s waist and tips her slightly upwards, pressing further until they hurdle over the edge together, their voices crying out.
Carla: She feels Roy collapse on her shoulder. They roll onto their sides, clinging to one another. Carla maneuvers her position slightly. She closes her eyes and slowly massages Roy’s scalp, his head resting between her breasts.
Ahhh, so this is what happens when we pounce each other.
Roy: Yes, and your claws are truly sharp.
Carla: What would people say if they knew WHY their prince was so tired now? Her words are soft.
Roy: He murmurs. They would understand it was due to our constant pouncing. Very constant.
Carla: Carla yawns, her fingers slowing to a stop.
Roy: Roy moves back upwards, gathering Carla in his arms. Rest up Heartspell. There’s still the rest of the honeymoon to enjoy. He runs his fingers through her hair, savoring her presence, until they both succumb to slumber.
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Court of Darkness: Love Letters
Description: How does the ongoing feud between Guy and Toa end? Through their kids! And some help from “Uncle” Fenn and Roy.*
*If there’s interest in this story I do have future chapters basically written out*
Genre: Suggestive fluff meets Disney-inspired crack. So don’t take it too seriously.
Word Count: ~600
Prologue: In the not so distant future, Toa and Guy have one young adult child each—a daughter, Coral (Toa) and a son, Flint (Guy). Their kids know each other through various Saligian diplomatic events. But unbeknownst to Guy and Toa, Coral and Flint keep up regular correspondence via letters. And through those letters they fall in love.
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Toa walks into a sitting room within the Qelsan castle to find Coral sitting in a plush royal blue armchair reading a letter. Her cheeks blush fetchingly as her eyes scan the pages.
Toa picks up the discarded envelope on the ground and sees it’s from Flint. Toa’s eyes widen slightly.
Toa: Coral…What is this?
Coral: A letter Daddy. Obviously.
Toa: *Sighs* I KNOW that, but from Avari? He’s just using you to—
Coral: But Daddy I love him!!
Toa: Let me catalogue the following 159 reasons why this relationship is a bad idea—
Coral: Are those reasons due to you and King Guy? Cause Uncle Fenn said you two just need to hug things out like you should have done on the Isle of Colde. Well, Uncle Fenn didn’t say hug, what he really said was—
The door to Qelsan sitting room bursts open. Flint walks in with Guy running behind him.
Flint: Coral! Your beauty precedes you!
Coral: Flint! You’re as handsome as the picture you sent me! *Clasps the Saligian equivalent of a printed selfie of Flint to her chest*
Guy and Toa: …what?
Toa: How did you get past the guards?
Flint: True love finds a way!
Guy: *Sighs grumpily* Creator, you ARE your mother’s son.
Toa: Coral, where are the guards?
Coral: I gave them the day off. They work too hard.
Guy: Heh, Qelsan guards are slackers.
Flint: No father, they’re our friends! They’re dancing in the courtyard with our Avari bodyguards! *Flint gestures to a window where, indeed, everyone is dancing and drinking*
Toa and Guy: …WHAT?!
Fenn jaunts in the room, cane twirling in his hand.
Fenn: Toa, there appears to be a grand party with Avari and Qelsan staff outside!
Coral and Flint: Uncle Fenn!
Toa: What are you doing here Fenn?
Roy: *Walks into the room and bows* Why, he’s here for the same reason as me I suspect.
Coral and Flint: Uncle Roy!
Guy: Roy is here as backup in case—
Roy: *Inclines his head to Guy and smirks slightly to Flint* I’m here as a witness…to a wedding.
Flint: *Kneels to the ground and pulls out a ring* Coral, my darling, marry me!
Coral: YES!
Coral: Daddy, will you give me away?
Toa: WHAT?!
Roy: Master Flint, Miss Coral. I’ve brought the very best Invidian roses for the bouquet toss. *Produces a bouquet of blue and red roses seemingly from thin air*
Coral: Thank you uncle Roy! The flowers match my eyes. And Flint’s!
Roy: Of course my dears. Only the best for you.
Fenn: And I’ve been ordained! So the wedding can take place now. Are there any objections?
Guy and Toa: YES! All of them!
Roy: *Gestures to the window* King Guy, look outside. What do you see?
Guy: A bunch of Avari bodyguards about to be fired.
Roy: No, look closer. You see Avari men enjoying the company of Qelsan guards.
Fenn: And Toa, your guards look so happy, mingling freely with Avari men. They all are here to celebrate a moment of peace between your countries.
Toa: …They do seem pleased.
Guy: …yes.
Coral: Daddy, they wish to celebrate us.
Flint: Please, let us be together.
Toa and Guy: …fine.
Coral and Flint: Yay!
Coral: We’re ever so pleased!
Flint: Speaking of pleased…later tonight Coral…
Toa: NO.
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Court of Darkness: The Battle of Facial Hair*
*I wrote this story while hopped up on cold meds. So take this crack-fic with a grain of salt. Enjoy the horribly edited photo.
Description: A rumor spreads (from Vane knows where) throughout Saligia that a royal’s future prospects and strength can be determined by the amount of facial hair he possesses. How does this impact the princes?
Tags: Humor; crack; fluff; (brief mc mention using they/them pronouns)
Word Count: ~1250
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GUY and TOA
Jasper receives a letter from the Avari royal court. He reads the contents to Guy.
Jasper: King Roc has grown a magnificent beard since you last saw him. The ladies of the court find his Majesty even more attractive than usual.
Guy: …
Guy: He has never lacked for female company.
Jasper: His Highness suggests you grow a beard as a sign of Avari strength.
Guy: *Scoffs* Suggests?
Jasper: Perhaps suggests is an inaccurate word. Here is the royal decree—you will begin growing your beard now.
Guy: Bah.
Jasper: Please tell me how a beard feels. I might endeavor to use one on my upcoming missions.
Guy: You’re enjoying my misery far too much.
Jasper: Impossible sir. *Smirks*
Two weeks later, Guy sports a very thick, luxurious black beard. It is neatly trimmed, complete with sideburns and mustache. As Avari fangirls oooh and aaaah over Guy’s facial locks in a hallway, Toa walks by.
Toa: How like Avari to be swept up by a rumor. Qelsum would never succumb to such a pathetic attempt at a power display.
Knight: Toa! Toa! An express letter has come from Qelsum!
Toa: *Reads letter, eyes widening ever so slightly. His eyes flicker to Guy and then back at the letter*
Toa: …the royal court cannot be serious.
Guy: What was that about pathetic power displays mongrel? Heh Heh Heh. *Walks away*
Within the next few weeks, Toa has a long, thin, deep blue goatee. The Qelsum royal court feared the consequences of Guy displaying a full beard without a Qelsan counterpoint—and as this display did not involve a direct magical competition against Avari, the Qelsan court insisted Toa grow out his own facial hair.
As much as Toa does not want to admit it, the goatee does have advantages. His chin and upper lip were much warmer with a layer of hair covering it; dignitaries were in such awe at the power conveyed that numerous agreements advantageous to Qelsum were given; and teaching had become easier as his goatee conveyed an air of authority that made even the most unruly students obedient.
The fangirls for Toa and Guy are louder than usual, all insisting THEIR prince had the more magnificent facial hair. Clearly, the fullness and thickness of Guy’s beard conveyed his superiority—no, no, the Toa-sters insisted, Toa’s long beautiful goatee showcased Qelsum’s might better. Guy and Toa grumble at the comments and at one another frequently, both embarrassed at the farcical turn the situation had taken. But until their kingdoms release them from their hairy obligation, the facial hair remains.
MC: What IS it with people’s obsession over size?
Fenn: It’s not the size that counts Treasure. It’s how you use it.
Speaking of how you use it…
FENN and ROY
Fenn: I say Roy, you’re not participating in this facial hair competition?
Roy: Why, no. I prefer the clean-cut look. It suits my purposes.
Fenn: *Smirks* You can’t grow a full-beard, can you?
Roy: *Smiles bigger* I did not say that, Master Fenn.
Fenn: You didn’t have to Roy.
Roy: And is there a reason why you’re only growing a mustache?
Fenn: It suits my purposes equally well. Or so I’ve been told. *Wink*
Fenn grows a long twirling lavender mustache. The mustache, while not particularly full, has the remarkable ability to grow and shrink several feet at Fenn’s discretion, like magical retractable hairy vines. It becomes an extension of Fenn himself—for better and worse.
Female student one: My date with Prince Fenn was absolutely divine!
Female student two: So was mine. A night with Prince Fenn is like being caressed with two sets of arms!
Fenn: Are you two comparing notes? May I join you? *His mustache elongates and tickles the ear of each student*
Students: Oooooh!
Roy is incapable of growing a full beard. He CAN, however, maintain a 5 o’clock shadow on his face. This beard stubble is very light in color—so light, it can only be seen if one were mere inches from his face. Roy uses this fact to his advantage.
Roy: Did I miss a spot while shaving Heartspell? *Nuzzles his face against MC’s cheek and neck*
MC: Roy! I’ve told you that tickles!
Roy: Yes, your point being…? *Continues to nuzzle their increasingly red neck*
MC: I didn’t want to resort to this, but these are MY leg hairs…
Roy: Oh you are quite the devious little…*starts laughing as MC lifts the fabric up from Roy’s pants and rubs their leg against Roy’s exposed shin*
Grayson walks up to Roy’s door. Upon hearing dual voices laughing from within, he turns to the diplomat next to him. “My apologies, it appears Prince Roy is indisposed.” Grayson barely withholds the word AGAIN.
RIO and LYNT
Rio, Lynt, Sherry, and MC eat in the dining hall. Sherry asks if Rio and Lynt intend to grow out their facial hair.
Lynt: *Shrugs* It’s too much a bother. I am a Prince whether there is or is not hair on my face.
Rio: Nope. The only hair that grows on me and my dad is on our heads. Not that it makes a difference—dad’s the best king there is!
Sherry: You two are the only ones that show any common sense.
Rio: Roy’s an S:Rank and he doesn’t appear to be taking this rumor seriously.
MC: *Rubs their neck, muttering* Yeah, APPEARS.
Knight ambles over with a tray of food. Suddenly, he jumps in the air.
Knight: OI! Keep your hands off me you—! *Rubs his backside*
Fenn: *Smiles cheekily while retracting his mustache* My hands didn’t touch you, did they, dear Knight?
LOU and the PRINCES
Lou summons the princes to his office. Guy and Toa glare at one another miserably while scratching their faces. Fenn twirls one side of his mustache while lightly massaging Lynt’s hair with his other mustache half.
Lou: I suppose you all would like to know who has won my facial hair competition.
Guy: *Eyes widen* …
Toa: YOU started this ridiculous rumor?! *Lou’s familiars, Phinny and Nix, resignedly nod their feathered heads*
Lou: I have written to each of your fathers to announce the winner—
Rio: Wait, where’s Lance?
Toa: He hasn’t shown up to class for days.
Lou: The winner of this contest is—*at this precise moment, Lance casually enters the office* Master Ira!
The princes stare in bewilderment as Lance opens the door. He hasn’t been seen in four days, but in that short time he has gone from clean shaven to a full dark purple lumberjack-style beard. Lance has spent the past few days with the child Christoph. He’s just arrived from reading Christoph a series of Saligian fairytales—including a reenactment of the brave woodsman (complete with full beard—grown to amuse the boy). Lance reveals none of this as he glares at Lou.
Lance: What utter rot. *Leaves and closes the door*
Lou: Oh well, I’ll give him his prize later. *Turns to the other princes* As the contest has ended, I’ve informed the kings you no longer need to participate if that is your desire.
Guy immediately removes his beard with magic, muttering “Ridiculous.” Toa sighs deeply and leaves without another word. As the other princes leave, Lou calls out.
Lou: Master Invidia! MC has been sporting high collared shirts as of late. Have they caught a chill? The visiting diplomat was quite worried on their behalf.
Roy: *Smiles* Rest assured, I will take care of them.
#court of darkness#otome romance#fluff and crack#crack fanfic#otome game#otome#guy avari#toa qelsum#roy invidia#fenn luxure
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*A gentle breeze blows on the rooftop garden. MC pours Roy a hot cup of tea as he covers her shoulders with his jacket*
Sherry: MC! Brother! I have just the thing to warm you up! Invidian scones! *Unveils a small plate with several charred black lumps*
MC and Roy: …
MC: Oh no! There’s only enough for one person to eat. Roy, I couldn’t POSSIBLY deny you this privilege…
Roy: Why no, I could never allow the dearest friend of my sister to not enjoy this delight…
MC: *Whispers so only Roy can hear her* So much for gallantry…
Roy: *Whispers back* Even gallantry has its limits.
Sherry: Don’t worry, there’s enough for everyone! *Reveals a second plate with more charred lumps*
MC and Roy: *Reluctantly bite the suspicious lumps*
MC and Roy: …
MC and Roy: Delicious. *Beads of sweat form on their foreheads *
Grayson: *Runs to the rooftop garden* Princess! There’s been a mistake! These are your scones! *Produces a plate of nearly identical looking charred lumps*
Grayson: *Gestures to the plates of “scones” near Roy and MC* Those are lumps of coal! A trick by Prince Luxure!
Sherry: Oh my! Then Brother you should eat—
Roy: No, no! We ate your scones! They were DIVINE, right Heartspell? *Forces himself to nibble piece of coal*
MC: R-right!
Roy: *Shoots a pleading look to Grayson*
Grayson: *Grabs a lump of coal and nibbles it*
Grayson: …quite nutritional Princess.
Sherry: Oh thank goodness! Let me get more tea for us all! *Leaves rooftop garden*
Grayson: *Mutters to himself* I need drink.
#court of darkness#voltage games#otome romance#otome fanfic#roy invidia#sherry invidia#grayson hotz#otome mc#this scene has happened at least once. unofficial canon.#otome
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Court of Darkness: Devour & Delight
Fandom: Court of Darkness (Couples: Roy X MC, MC named Carla; Sherry X Rio)
Characters: Roy and Sherry Invidia; Rio Voleri; King Klaus; brief references to Toa and Fenn
Description: Roy prepares for his wedding; Rio is newly engaged. MC and Sherry listen in as both events lead to unintended drunken fun.
Description Pt 2: The second part of this fanfic (Roy’s wedding + wedding night) upcoming in future spicer post!
Word Count: ~1350K
Tags: Fluff; humor; crack; innuendos galore; boozy fun; horrible singing; established relationship
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“Roy, Fenn said you needed to loosen up!”
“I am perfectly “loose”, as they say, my friend.”
Rio’s jovial laugh booms through the open window. Sherry and Carla sit in the royal gardens within the Invidian Castle courtyard, their table conveniently placed so they can hear their betrotheds from the second-story window. The table is partially obscured by a series of towering rose bushes. It is a few days before Roy’s wedding, with Rio and Roy conversing in Roy’s bedroom. Several unopened wine bottles sit on a nearby desk.
“Mate, you’re as dependable as they come, but so prim and proper. You don’t have to drink if you wish!”
“I would rather congratulate you on your and Sherry’s engagement. Besides, I am the picture of looseness and flexibility when it matters. Carla can attest to this.” While Carla and Sherry cannot see Roy’s face, they can easily envision the subtle smirk he wears.
“Excellent! Thought even you, gallant as you are, might be nervous.”
“My goodness, no. I cannot wait for Carla and I to be joined. It cannot happen soon enough.”
“You’re cozy as ever! Fenn said I might need to loosen up though—get some experience for Sherry’s sake, prior to me getting married. Any idea what he meant?”
There is a deafening silence at THAT question, followed by an embarrassed murmur from Roy Carla desperately wishes she could hear.
“Should we go save my brother?” Sherry’s eyes twinkle as she elegantly eyes a tea-biscuit. She keeps her voice low so Roy and Rio do not discover their location.
“Roy has to learn you’re not just his little sister anymore, but a woman. A newly engaged woman clearly in love.” Carla places her hand on top of Sherry’s. “He’s beyond happy for you and Rio. He’ll adjust.”
“Oh I know that! He’s been endlessly caring and supportive of Rio’s and my courtship. It’s just…”
“The way Rio expresses himself puts certain images in Roy’s head.” As if on queue, Rio and Roy’s voices float from the window.
“Roy, those are beautiful Pegasus figurines. Are they your favorite thing to ride?”
“They were, once upon a time. Now my preferences have changed, thanks to Carla.”
“Aw, do you and Carla ride together?”
“…in a manner of speaking, yes. Quite invigorating.” The mischief in Roy’s tone is readily apparent…except to Rio. Sherry giggles prettily. “That cheeky brother of mine!” Carla’s face transforms to a shade of red matching her tea.
“Do you think Sherry would enjoy riding like you do?” Another silence lingers before Roy chokes out a reply. “Perhaps I DO need wine.”
Carla covers her mouth from bursting out in hysterics. “Serves you right, Roy!” She glances at Sherry, her mouth quirking upwards. “Well? Do you enjoy riding with Rio?”
“Rio is a fast learner. So am I.” Sherry nibbles her biscuit, warmth coloring her cheeks. “Very sweet and tasty. Rio and the biscuit.” The princes continue their conversation.
“What if Sherry asks? Should I…give it to her?”
“I beg your pardon Rio?!”
“Wine. Does Sherry drink wine? If so, I’ll gladly give her a glass later.” Rio gestures to the wine bottles on the desk.
“GIVE ME THE WINE BOTTLE. I DO NOT REQUIRE A GLASS.” Roy looks as if he wants to elegantly chug the entire bottle. He is overjoyed at Rio and his sister entrusting their hearts to one another. However, he does NOT want to envision particular aspects of their relationship. Roy quickly regains his composure and pours himself and Rio a glass each. “My apologies. Do not know what overcame me. She does enjoy the occasional glass.”
“I swear, if it were anyone but Rio, I’d say they were trying to intentionally rile Roy up.” Sherry snickers at Carla’s comment. “But on to more important discussions Sherry—how did Rio propose?!”
Time roles by as Sherry details Rio’s proposal—he baked a cake with a ring inside, with Sherry nearly eating the ring! They talk as the sun sets, drinking tea and eating scones and biscuits. The discussion is so enthralling that neither pays much attention to Rio and Roy until—
🎵 “My lips devour
Our bond empowers
To love and all she brings!” 🎵
“What is that screeching? Are…are there dogs howling nearby?!”
Sherry points to the open window, where Rio is sticking his head out, singing very off-key.
“It appears Rio has had more than a single glass of wine.” Carla smiles despite the ringing to her ears.
“Oh, those are the words of a Saligian love song. One written by an Invidian and a Volerian together long ago!” Sherry steals a glance at her howling prince.
“Ummm…” Carla tries to find something positive to say about Rio’s singing. “He certainly sings with passion!”
“Speaking of passion Carla…” Sherry chortles.
🎵 “Her eyes delight
They’re quite the sight
To love and all she brings!” 🎵
Though hidden from view, Roy’s voice permeates through the air. The sound was…unique. Yes, that’s the word!
“Brother’s singing has all the elegance of a wet cat. You can say it. It’s not a secret, hehe!”
“If it WAS a secret, it certainly isn’t anymore.” Despite the pain to her ears, Carla is happy. She did not envision Roy ever letting his guard down enough to be tipsy in front of another besides her.
“Brother is talented and poised in so many areas. Singing, however, is not one of them. Roy once asked Toa to tutor him in singing in return for teaching Toa how to cultivate roses. Rio decided to learn alongside Roy as a sign of support.”
“And? What happened?”
“After a day, Toa said they had all the talent of drunken frost lizards. And that was an improvement.” As Sherry talks, a lizard crawls up the castle wall and onto Roy’s window. Roy motions tipsily to the lizard.
“Pray tell, I sing better than YOU, dear lizard!”
“That’s right! You tell’em Roy!”
At this juncture, Sherry and Carla decide to make their way in the Castle, following the sound of their intendeds’ slurred singing. The women open Roy’s bedroom door and poke their heads through a crack. A few palace maids discretely place rags in their ears as they pass by.
“You both have BEAUTIFUL singing voices,” Sherry beams. Rio laughs and Roy’s eyes widen.
“Ah, don’t bother lowering your voices,” Carla mock whispers to Sherry. “So this is what lies underneath their princely masks. Such grace!”
Carla expects Roy to become bashful at these teasing words. To her delight, he and Rio continue giddily singing. Roy tries to keep up with Rio, but laughter makes Roy lose his breath.
“Brother, it appears Rio can keep his liquor and song better than you!” Sherry is gleeful at seeing her beloved older brother in this state—drunk but having the time of his life. Roy tries to sing again, but his attempts prove futile as he misses one note after the next, until he is forced to stop all together.
“Sherry, you have to promise you’ll NEVER let Roy forget this!” Tears form in Carla’s eyes from laughing.
Roy nods and grins. “Oh, Sherry will never allow me to forget. But not before…” Roy lets out a roaring crescendo and sings “To love and all she brings!” He suddenly collapses on his bed and mumbles against the sheets. “Rio, invest in soundproof rooms. Believe me, it’s WELL worth it.”
“Oh good grief!” Carla cackles as Rio looks with heat at Sherry and nods seriously…before collapsing on the bed with Roy.
Sherry and Carla leave the room once they’ve ensured there’s plenty of water to drink. As they close the door, Carla wonders aloud where they procured the wine.
“My wine cellar!” King Klaus arrives. “Roy would not have fully enjoyed himself in public, so I suggested this option to Prince Rio.”
Roy lifts his head slightly at these words. He’d congratulate his father on his insight tomorrow—once the room stopped spinning. “Oh Creator,” Roy moans, “this will not be fun in the morning.”
Rio mumbles against a pillow. “Hey Roy—riding adventures can be soundproofed too, right?”
#court of darkness#otome fanfic#otome mc#roy invidia#sherry invidia#rio voleri#voltage fanfic#fanfic fluff#otome romance#otome
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Court of Darkness: Morning Delight
Couple: Roy X MC (MC named Carla)
Rating: Teen
Description: Roy is a morning person. There’s a reason for that 😘 @voltagefandomproject
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Sunlight peaked through the stained glass windows. The mirror fogged up as hot water filled the spacious bath. Roy wiped the condensation off with his hand, revealing a throughly ravaged golden-eyed prince. His light pink locks were disheveled, his lips swollen, his neck and chest littered with love bites. Roy laughed ruefully at his reflection.
There’s no hiding THIS—Roy traced a few marks just under his jawline. Not that I particularly want to. The bruises were proof that Carla’s love for him was as strong as his love for her. Early in their relationship, Roy worried that the intensity of his feelings would overwhelm her—the feelings frankly overwhelmed him, as he had never felt this passionate about anyone before. Carla quickly disabused him of that worry. The people have their prince she told him the first time they had became one. But I want YOU Roy—all of you. Reciprocal passion and desire were among the many things they shared together. He would not have it any other way.
Roy turned off the bath water and picked up a jar containing concealer on the vanity beneath the mirror—it was in the middle of Roy’s shaving kit, hairbrush, and mouthwash. Carla always mixed her makeup supplies with his toiletries. Roy turned and looked at other items of Carla’s in the bathroom: a fluffy white bathrobe hanging on a hook next to his robe; a soft pink rug she’d purchased in town (“to hide your stray hairs when you brush!” she had giggled); pots of flowers atop the windowsill (“if we can’t enjoy the rooftop garden due to rain, let’s bring the garden to us.”). Roy smiled—the bathroom had slowly transformed itself from his place to theirs.
Creator, I love her. In the five minutes between getting out of the bed where Carla still lay asleep and drawing a bath, he felt lonely. Her presence was as bright as the sun, and he craved her like a flower seeking light. I am an absolute lovesick fool. But, she accepts me as I am.
Roy grabbed his yellow bathrobe from the hook—it smelled faintly of Carla’s rose perfume—and wrapped it around his body. This would have to suffice until Carla woke up. Roy opened the bathroom door, walking towards his bed.
“Heartspell? Are you awak—” Roy’s voice trailed to a stop. His eyes drank in a glorious sight.
Carla was sitting up, surrounded by pillows. Her long brown hair was in disarray, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed. The only clothing she wore was Roy’s white and pink jacket, which had been quickly discarded the previous night. The sleeves were rolled up, and the bottom half of the jacket buttoned up, but the top half was open, showing a trail of marks from her neck past her chest.
“Roy…” Carla’s crimson eyes took him in, fluttering bewitchingly and blazing with heat. “I-it’s silly I know, especially when you’re just in the next room, but…” She hugged herself, jacket sleeves bunching up over her arms. “I miss you.” Carla bit her lip self-consciously.
Roy stood in a daze. She was allowing herself to be vulnerable with him. The rose perfume from the robe wafted in the air, reminding him of the allure of his beloved. Yielding to the surge of emotion flooding him, Roy tore off the bathrobe. “Carla…” he gritted out.
He was a man known for pretty speeches, but what he felt could not be conveyed with mere words. His body simmered, practically vibrating with want. She needs me. ME. Just as I need her. Roy strode to Carla. He leaned down, pinning Carla to the bed between his arms.
“It appears we’re of one mind in this regard.” Roy’s lips traced the shape of her neck, his tongue swirling over the goosebumps on her skin. Carla’s fingers raked through his soft hair before pulling him up so their foreheads touched. She was softness, warmth, and desire. Roy felt he could hold her like this for eternity and it still wouldn’t be enough.
She nuzzled his nose and laughed. “So, you missed me too?” Carla sighed pleasantly, her hands ghosting down his sides before encircling his back. She pressed her body to his, savoring their closeness.
“Yes.” A number of teasing quips flitted into Roy’s head. But, if she could be honest with him, he would do the same. “You’re a singular delight, as always.”
“Speaking of delight,” Carla nibbled at the shell of Roy’s ear. “The bath water won’t be warm if we stay here much longer.” Her eyes sparkled playfully as her legs hooked around Roy’s hips and thighs.
“There are other ways to keep warm, you know.” Roy smirked as his hand traveled down her body to undo pesky buttons. “Allow me to show you.”
“Hmmm,” Carla kissed him thoroughly, her nails tracing gently up Roy’s back. Roy groaned against her lips. “That sounds equally delightful.”
“Delightful indeed,” Roy chuckled. “For both of us, I hope.”
“Yes, my love. Always.”
#court of darkness#voltage games#voltage inc#voltage otome#court of darkness voltage#voltage romance games#roy invidia#otome fanfic#otome guys#excuse my blushing as I post this fic
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Court of Darkness: Sleeping Beauty
Description: Happy Birthday Roy! An exhausted Roy discovers a perfect way to celebrate his special day with MC. MC is named Carla.
Fluff/Sugar Rating: 20/10 (The fluff is so big, it has its own zip code. I wear my “biggest fan-fiction sap” badge with pride here)
Passion Rating: 5/10
@voltagefandomproject
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Knock, knock.
“Roy, sweetheart?” Carla pressed her ear to the door, unconsciously turning the doorknob when no one answered. As she did so, the unlocked door swung open. Carla unceremoniously tumbled into Roy’s room, barely staying on her feet.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—“ Carla stopped mid-sentence at what she saw.
Piles of prettily wrapped boxes were everywhere, scattered in various corners of the room and in multiple chairs. Apparently, half the Academy and all of Invidia was eager to send Roy presents for his birthday. A few boxes were open, revealing a theme to the gifts—tea, tea-related accessories, and more tea. Roy’s received enough tea to last a lifetime, Carla thought to herself. Well, maybe a few months, given Roy’s preferences. Good thing one can’t get drunk on tea leaves.
Carla quietly closed the door behind her. As Carla’s eyes surveyed the piles of presents, she found her prince. Roy was sleeping on a couch, head propped against an armrest with a makeshift pillow from his cloak. His feet grazed the couch’s other armrest. One arm was draped over his chest while the other arm hung off the couch, his fingers nearly touching the cream colored rug and quill on the floor. A table with a stack of cards and a list of names was nearby, along with another small pile of gifts. The cards contained a few lines of gratitude for each gift received, with each sender associated with a completed card marked with a checkmark on the list.
Carla smiled. This is just like him. Roy did not discard the droves of birthday gifts like Guy would do, or outsource the responsibility of writing thank you cards to his valet like other princes might. Roy took the time to personally acknowledge each gift to as many people as he could. It was an innate kindness that defined Roy as a prince and as a man. Even if it meant thanking 50+ people for receiving the same bag of yellow tea.
Carla was glad to see Roy asleep. The past few weeks had been an absolute whirlwind of activity. Toa had left Colde to attend to urgent business back home; as a result, Roy had taken on Toa’s teaching and prefect duties alongside his own teaching and royal responsibilities. Roy also had hosted several festivals at the Academy to increase Saligian recognition of Invidian wares. And finally, Roy worked in the school infirmary this past week when the doctors became sick—for some reason, students were hesitant to take healing potions from Jasper. Roy stepped in as prince turned quietly baffled doctor until Toa’s arrival back to Colde yesterday.
Carla gently carded her fingers through Roy’s hair. He looked like a Saligian Sleeping Beauty, with his clean cut features, slightly tinted cheeks, and soft lips. He was like a rose—beautiful, elegant, enticing. Perhaps a wilder sort of rose, mused Carla. Roy’s mop top of unruly pink locks and his single pierced earring provided a hint of the more mischievous passionate side to an otherwise refined persona.
Carla’s fingers brushed Roy’s shoulder and arm. “Five more minutes Grayson, I beg you.” Roy’s eyes were shut; he lifted an arm as if to shoo away a pest.
Carla stifled a laugh. She didn’t know what was funnier—the notion of Grayson awkwardly trying to awaken Roy or Roy imploring for sleep like a petulant child. Roy typically woke up before Carla in the mornings and he rarely took naps. The sight of a groggy Roy made Carla melt with happiness. And, it sparked an opportunity for amusement.
“I can send for Grayson if you prefer his company to mine,” snickered Carla. “However, you gave him the afternoon off, so that might be difficult.”
Roy hastily sat up, his eyes opening in surprise. Upon seeing Carla standing near him, her hand covering her mouth in laughter, Roy flopped back on the couch with a groan and closed his eyes.
“Oh Creator, how embarrassing.” Roy’s cheeks turned pink. “Perhaps I am simply imagining this in my sleep deprived state.”
“It’s nice to see you flustered for once Roy.” Carla’s shoulders shook from repressed laughter. “How the tables have turned!”
“The table is not turned. It’s right where I left it.” Roy lifted a lazy hand and pointed to the nearby table. “I do not understand…I must be dreaming.”
“I assure you I’m quite real Roy.” Carla giggled louder. She made a mental note to talk to Roy about non-Saligian phrases/colloquialisms when he was more awake.
“Then prove it,” Roy purred huskily, his eyes still closed. “Show me you are actually here with me.”
Carla kneeled on the floor and turned, her head inches above Roy’s face, her breath ghosting his lips. Carla pushed her unbound hair to the side, long brown strands tickling Roy’s neck and the side of his face.
“Hmmm,” Roy hummed. “Your hair smells like strawberries, just like my Carla’s.” A hand caressed the back of Carla’s head. “However, I believe I still need convincing.”
Roy felt rather than saw Carla smile as her lips brushed his, lightly at first. Her hand grazed his cheek as her lips parted slightly to allow a series of deeper kisses that consumed them. Soft moans escaped them both as Roy moved his lips slowly to Carla’s neck. Reluctantly, Carla pulled away.
“As much as I would like to continue, you need rest, my love.” Even while exhausted, Roy’s kisses left Carla breathless. Roy opened his eyes, his hand still at the back of Carla’s head, smiling tiredly at her now mussed-up hair.
“As long as we continue where we left off afterwards. Preferably tonight,” Roy said in a low voice.
“That is easily managed. Sherry and I postponed your birthday celebration until tomorrow. We thought you would be too tired to enjoy it.” Carla gently pushed each of Roy’s eyelids down to close his eyes. “Now rest, please.”
Roy murmured softly, “May I at least have something to keep me warm?”
Carla sat up and walked towards Roy’s bed, grabbing a white and yellow blanket—the fabric was incredibly soft, a gift from Lynt and Tino. She went back to Roy and covered him neck to feet in the fluffy cloth.
The corners of Roy’s mouth lifted slightly. “That was not the warmth I was hoping for.” His eyes remained closed, but his eyebrows rose in amusement.
“Do you wish for another blanket—OH.” Carla’s cheeks warmed at the implication. Roy chuckled grogily. “I can feel you blushing from here, Heartspell. Now we are even.” Roy’s golden eyes blinked slowly, radiating warmth. He pulled the blanket off his chest, letting it bunch up in his lap. “Will you indulge me?” Carla nodded.
Roy gently tugged on Carla’s hand, pulling her down flush on top of him. Carla shifted until she was nestled between the back of the couch and Roy’s side. Roy turned, the couple laying side by side, fitted together like two puzzle pieces on the narrow couch. Carla covered herself and Roy with the blanket, peppering his jawline with soft pecks.
“Is there anything else I can get you Roy?”
“No. I just want sleep.” Roy laughed quietly, feeling Carla’s face turn red. “Actual sleep.”
“I do have your birthday gift, if you’d like—“
“That is not necessary. Not now.” Roy tightened his arm around Carla. “I have the perfect gift right here.” Roy kissed the top of Carla’s head. Carla nestled against the crook of his neck. As Roy drifted off to sleep, he murmured to himself.
“Thank you Heartspell. For everything.”
#court of darkness#voltage games#court of darkness voltage#roy invidia#otome#otome mc#otome fanfic#voltage fanfic#CoD fans see if you can spot the subtle Jasper slander and Toa praise#grayson hotz
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Little Sister☆
~Roy Invidia, Sherry Invidia
CW: Roy as a little boy!!! Baby Sherry🥰, mentions of birth, mentions of the pressures of being a prince, BIG BROTHER ROY, a princess is born!!
Word count: 720
Rating: General consumption
Note: a burb of when Sherry was born, pure fluff
— voltage fandom ccc masterlist
The young prince Roy Invidia sat on a chair nervously swinging his short legs back and forth. Today was the day he gained a younger sibling and he's nervous.
Would he be a good big brother?
Is it a girl or a boy?
What if it was a boy, would they fight for the throne when they're older?
How much longer is this going to take? He's been waiting almost all morning.
The young boy sat quietly alongside his valet, his hands clasped together, greeting castle staff as they passed by them. Iterations of 'Good morning prince Roy' or words of congratulations after having heard of the Queen going into labor that morning.
Roy was tired. He hadn't had breakfast yet. A young Grayson had offered to bring him something to eat to which he declined. He wanted Grayson to be there too, how could he miss the birth of his new charge, not to mention he was also nervous to see a baby for the first time. Instead they waited together, quietly on chairs lined outside the room a new heir would soon emerge.
The clock seemed to tick more slowly as he thought of the possibilities of himself as a big brother. Somehow he could hardly imagine it, the young prince had hardly seen any children younger than himself, at least not in person. What are babies even like? Will his new sibling like him? What does being a brother even entail, is he expected to do certain things?
"My boy?" The voice of King Klaus Invidia emerged from the door as it opened.
"Yes father!" The boy jumped up from his chair startled.
"You can come in now," the king said gently, holding his hand out for his son to hold.
Roy took a deep breath before stealing a glance at Grayson who stood behind him before following after his father.
Entering the room he saw his mother, Queen Charlotte Invidia sat up in the bed and in her arms something swaddled in a yellow blanket. Roy let go of his fathers hand approaching the side of the bed, Grayson, who stood behind him, looked to the king as a sign of asking permission before approaching himself.
"Is that..?" Roy asked, peeking over the edge of the bed.
"Yes.. come here," the queen scout over patting the space beside her to which Roy climbed up on the bed, leaning on his mother's side.
"Roy.. I'd like you to meet princess Sherry."
The queen carefully pulled back the blanket revealing the sleeping newborn, pink cheeked and raw, a curly tuft of pink hair on top of her head.
"Princess..? I have a little sister?!" Roy spoke up looking down at her.
"That's right."
"..princess…" Grayson spoke softly off to the side, seemingly getting used to the word.
Roy sat still at his mother's side, watching the baby girl- no, watching Sherry sleep, in her arms. Roy didn't even know her yet but he's sure he loves her already.
"Do you want to hold her?" His mother said, catching his intense gaze at the baby.
"Me..? Can I really?" Immediately Roy felt nervous, he didn't wanna hurt her.
"Of course, here," Roy held out his hands and his mother slowly shifted to pass the baby to her son. "..like this.. yes there you go, careful."
"Is this okay?" Roy said nervously.
"You're doing great sweetie," she said, pulling her hand through her son's hair.
Roy looked down at the newborn studying her features. Her skin looked soft and swollen, her cheeks chubby and round, covered in a considerable amount of baby fat.
"..she's so small…" Roy whispered out.
She was small, she looked far larger in the young prince's arms then she did in his mother's arms but she was a very small baby.
"Babies are indeed small, my prince," Grayson said, still standing at the edge of the bed, igniting a light chuckle from the royal family.
Klaus and Charlotte shared a look as little Roy held their newest child, a fond look coloring their features.
Sherry's face twitched for a second before she opened her eyes. Big, bright golden yellow eyes looking at the young boy holding her. Roy's eyebrows raised slightly as he watched her eyes clearly looking up at him.
"Um… hello Sherry… I'm your big brother."
©bitchkay.tumblr.com
Roy and Sherry being siblings is actually the best thing to ever exist actually yea mhm
I'm not entirely sure about the timeline cus Graysons obviously here and yes hes said he became their valet when he was young but also like both of them were there, like they were both children, and this kinda contradicts that cause yk Sherry's just being born, but alot of things dont make sense in this game, in this I imagined Roy being like 5 or 6 years old, and Grayson like 9
#roy invidia#sherry invidia#court of darkness#fanfiction#otome fanfic#cod fanfic#court of darkness fanfiction#voltage inc#ROY AND SHERRY AS BEST SIBLINGS‼‼#they're so cute🥺#kay's writing
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Court of Darkness: Seven Minutes of Heaven
Fandom: Court of Darkness
Main Characters: Roy, Lynt, MC
Secondary Characters: Guy, Fenn, Toa
Couple: Roy X MC (MC named Carla)
Rating: Teen (Nothing explicit, but suggestive scenarios)
Tags: Established relationship; romance; slow build (kind of?); fluff and feels; crack; light angst; passionate; humor; closet fun; making out; getting caught
Word Count: ~4300
Description: Roy and MC take the next step into their relationship and discover that dying of embarrassment is…not an exaggeration; Fenn is disturbingly observant (to Roy’s chagrin); and Lynt is a fabulous (if oblivious) friend…and gets a bra flung in his face.
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Lynt stood by the opened closet door, his sleepy eyes widened in shock. Inside the dimly lit closet perched on a stool were Roy and Carla. Roy sat in the chair, head buried in the crook of Carla’s neck. His pristine white and pink jacket lay crumbled on the floor, undershirt partially lifted from his waist, pants mostly unbuckled. Carla straddled Roy’s lap, her hands gripping the back of Roy’s head, her long brown hair the only covering on her back. Carla’s blouse lay discarded on top of Roy’s jacket, her bra hanging genteelly by its strap off of one of Roy’s wrists.
“Roy, Roy, I love you…”
“And I you, Heartspell, so much…” Carla gasped as Roy’s hands moved up her back.
“I said I would make up for lost time, did I not?” Roy whispered, nibbling on Carla’s ear. Roy opened his eyes, intending to continue with his teasing comment. His entire body stiffened upon seeing Lynt. Roy’s arms locked around Carla, a half-repressed moan escaping his lips. “Lynt…”
“Lynt? Why are you—“ Carla stopped speaking, noticing Roy’s horror-struck eyes. She turned her head to see Lynt peering at them.
“LYNT!” In a panic, Carla tried to come up with a reason for her and Roy being half-naked in a closet. Carla vaguely gestured to Roy’s lap and yelped, “Um, the potions aren’t here Roy!” Roy groaned quietly. If Fenn were here, the Luxuran prince would have retorted, “The potions aren’t there Treasure, but Roy’s magic wand is!” But it was Lynt staring at them, and his doe-eyed expression was just as unnerving.
Is Lynt THAT innocent about…interpersonal relations? Roy thought. Creator help me, if he was unaware, he isn’t anymore.
How had this situation come to be?
…
Roy had been summoned to Invidia, a one-week trip becoming a two-week one. Upon arriving back on Colde, Roy was enveloped in planning a massive gala to be held at the Academy next month. Roy sent a missive to Carla, apologizing as he explained his schedule. She understood, but sensed Roy was holding something back.
A day after Roy’s return, Carla was walking from class in a deserted hallway. As she passed an opened door, Carla heard a familiar voice. She moved to the doorway, her heart fluttering as she saw Roy talking with a professor.
“Roy!” Carla hadn’t meant to interrupt, but the greeting flew from her mouth. Roy’s head twirled towards the sound of her voice, his expression immediately brightening. His eyes flickered to a nearby closet before returning back to the professor. “Can we resume our discussion tomorrow evening, at seven?” Roy’s eyes sparkled as they moved to Carla.
“Of course.” The professor was perplexed why Roy emphasized the number seven, but nodded, leaving the classroom. Carla’s cheeks flushed as she looked at Roy. Maybe I’ve imagined Roy’s distance in his letters.
Beneath the veneer of formality and princely charm, Roy was a man who loved to tease. The teasing popped up at unexpected times—Roy’s number 7 reference an example of this. It hinted at a memory early in their relationship.
The memory was one where Carla and Roy stood in a classroom, going over a lesson. In the background, Toa admonished two students caught making out in a nearby closet. Roy kept his back turned to give the students a semblance of privacy.
“So, the 7 minutes of heaven game exists in Saligia too,” Carla murmured.
“What game do you speak of?” Roy looked genuinely curious. After a few attempts to deflect the conversation, Carla admitted to 7 minutes of heaven being an Earth game where young folks spent 7 minutes alone in a closet, often making out. “It-it’s quite silly I know Roy…”
“Indeed.” Roy said. “Not nearly enough time. Especially with someone as enchanting as you.” He reached for the side of Carla’s face, tracing the number 7 on her cheek.
“R-Roy!” Carla hid her reddening face behind her hands, making Roy laugh.
From that point onwards, Roy found numerous ways to incorporate the number 7 in his interactions with Carla. Graded papers ending in 7; trays of scones arranged in lines of seven; single-stemmed roses in bunches of 7 delivered to her door. Anything to elicit Carla’s endearing bashful response. Carla playfully glared at Roy as the baffled professor left. Despite the glare, she practically glided to Roy, ecstatic to see him.
“My Carla.” Roy threw his arms around Carla, resting his head on top of hers. He faintly traced the number seven on her back, earning an embarrassed huff from Carla.
“I missed you to pieces, you know.” Carla squeezed Roy.
Roy’s hug became tighter. “My apologies for leaving you alone. It could not be helped.” There was a tension in the way Roy held Carla, as if afraid to let her go. Carla broke away from Roy, studying his face intently. “Why was there a delay in your coming back?”
Roy hesitated. He found himself unable to summon the serene mask he wore when hiding his nerves. “Roy, don’t shield me from this.” Carla held both of his hands in hers. “I may not understand all the circumstances in your country, but I can support you.” She rubbed her fingers soothingly atop Roy’s hands. “Especially, if they involve me somehow.”
You’re always one step ahead of me. Roy sighed and said quietly, “It’s not your fault.”
Alarm bells rang in Carla’s ears. Roy lifted a hand, running his fingers through Carla’s hair, trying to dispel her concerns. “There are a few Invidian noble families who…question the prudence of our relationship.” Carla’s body became taut with nerves. Of course Carla thought. Roy’s a crown prince, a glittering jewel among princes. Who am I compared against THAT?
“The nobles are in the minority on this opinion, but they were…rather vocal with Father.” Roy rubbed his temples. “They were concerned about Avari’s reaction to us.”
“What does Avari have to do with…” Realization dawned. “Guy?” Roy winced.
Most of the princes had accepted Roy and Carla’s relationship or ignored it once an initial acknowledgement had been given. Not Guy. He said nothing about them—to Roy, Carla, any of the princes—even months into their relationship. But he stared at them, frequently—in the S:Rank lounge, school functions, diplomatic events—with an intensity that made Carla and Roy uneasy. Not even Fenn’s jokes could break the tension. Guy stared as if waiting for Roy to come to his senses and give him what he desired. Roy and Guy’s relationship remained professional, but their dynamic had decidedly changed.
“The nobles thought Master Guy might withdraw his support for Invidia.” Is this woman worth it? The nobles’ words replayed in Roy’s head. She is Avari and Prince Guy wants her. Should you not yield to him? Roy had calmly assured the nobles of his continued positive relationship with Guy, but he had been on edge for days, beside himself.
“Don’t they have a point?” Carla hated to ask.
“Avari and Invidia are too interconnected for ties to be severed. If Master Guy meant to withdraw support, it would have happened by now.” While it was true Invidia relied on Avari economically and militarily, Avari relied on Invidia as a ready trading partner and political ally, particularly in diplomatic situations that were not Avari’s strong suit. Roy continued. “All will be well. Sherry has written glowing testimony of you to Father for months. Also,” Roy grabbed Carla’s hands, “the Invidian people support us.”
“They do?” Carla was shocked.
“There are some advantages to being a smaller country.” Roy smiled wanly. “Invidian tradespeople in Colde have observed us on our outings. Apparently we look happy, blissfully so.” Roy bit his cheek self-consciously. “Their stories of us spread to the people in Invidia; they wish for our happiness and that has reached Father and Mother.” Roy looked intently at Carla. “The nobles are used to how things have been with Avari. But new precedents are meant to be set. They will adapt.” Roy radiated a determined calm.
“My goodness,” Carla breathed, nearly overwhelmed. “And your Father?”
“Father accepts us, wants to meet you when he can. He simply asks that no embarrassing mishaps happen with Avari.”
“As if you would do that!” Carla yelled indignantly. Roy laughed for the first time in a while at Carla’s reaction. “Father suggested holding our country’s La Fleur gala in Saligia, to use it to formally introduce you as my paramour to Avari dignitaries. To assuage the nobles’ concerns.”
The pieces explaining Roy’s delayed return were falling into place for Carla. Except one thing. “Why didn’t you see me when you came back to Colde?” Carla tried to hide the hurt in her voice.
Roy looked at the ground, sadness etched in his features. “I…couldn’t protect you.”
“What?”
“I didn’t expect the nobles to object to us.” Roy sighed bitterly, ashamed at his naiveté. “I told them you were my match, that in my heart there was no equal.” Roy’s soft voice trailed to a whisper. “That didn’t matter to them. Only when I acted as their prince, when the voices of the people and my family came through supporting us, did they relent.” Roy peered at Carla. “The nobles want their assurances; they will have it with this gala. If I cannot protect you as a paramour, I will protect you as a prince.”
Carla’s heart broke at Roy’s words. He saw every setback as a personal condemnation of an impossible standard he set for himself. Carla grabbed Roy’s hands. “And I will protect you from yourself.”
Roy’s eyes popped open. “Myself?”
“You think you have no worth beyond your title—nothing is further from the truth! I love you for you.” Carla squeezed Roy’s hands. “You don’t need to do everything to prove yourself, especially to me. It was the people of Invidia and your family supporting you that got the nobles to accept us.” Carla paused, hoping she wasn’t pushing Roy too far. “So let me support you. This gala is a great example of something I could help with. Especially since I’m a partial cause of it.” Carla joked, hoping to lighten the mood. “You’d be amazed at my organizational skills. I, um, may need help with the flowers though.”
“Carla…” Roy enfolded her in his arms. Carla’s innate kindness and affirmation of their relationship dispelled the spiral of doubt and obstinacy clouding Roy’s mind. “Thank you.” He kissed her temple. “I think I know some flower cultivators who can assist us.” Carla laughed, nestling against his chest. Eventually, Roy unwound his arms from Carla. “I am reminded of how hard I must strive to become worthy of you.” With a soft smile on his face, Roy reached into his pants pocket. “This might help.” Roy held a silver ring with an intricate leaf and rose motif.
“What’s this?” Carla’s heart felt like it would leap out of her chest.
“An acknowledgement of what we are to one another. Not a betrothal.” Soon, I hope. “Like you, I treasure what we have and wish to savor that until the proper time arrives.”
“It’s part of a matching set, crafted by my dear friend Malik, a silversmith.” Roy gestured to his right hand, where a larger but otherwise identical silver band was present on his ring finger. The engraved pattern glowed a subtle but brilliant white.
“There is a charm imbued that causes the ring to shine as brightly as a person’s love for their beloved one.” Roy bit his lip. “Custom dictates I should have waited to put it on until I was able to give you yours. But I felt…incomplete without it.”
Carla’s eyes shimmered. Roy, a man who valued decorum and schooled his actions in public, was wearing his emotions, literally, for all to see. “I don’t know what to say.”
“I would not hear any word but yes were the choice left to me.” A hint of anxiety was present in Roy’s voice.
“Oh, sorry! Yes! A thousand times yes!” Carla grinned widely, not bothering to contain her excitement.
“There is the expression I was hoping for.” Roy chuckled, placing the ring on Carla’s right ring finger; the ring’s engraving glowed white. He took her hand in his, interlocking their fingers so that their rings nearly touched.
“See? The rings belong here. Just as we belong to one another.” Roy’s gentle words were offset by a smoldering look, one filled with desire.
“I-I don’t want to be away from you.” Though said quietly, Carla’s intent was clear. There was a fire burning in her eyes even as her cheeks turned pink. “My room is nearby, if you—“
“A thousand times yes.” Roy’s eyes blazed as his lips curved upward. He led Carla towards the classroom door, his usual refined movements replaced with an impatience that made Carla giggle. But then they heard voices.
“Master Roy was in this room a few moments ago. Let me get him for you.” The voice of the professor whom Roy was speaking with earlier echoed in the hallway.
“Good. I have matters to discuss with Invidia.” Irritation rolled off Toa’s tongue. “He’s been on Colde over a day and still hasn’t graded these papers.”
“He seemed rather busy…”
“And I am not?” Toa remarked pointedly.
Roy stood by the classroom entrance, hidden behind a door. He looked apologetically at Carla.
Carla scanned the classroom. Without a clear plan in mind, Carla leaned into her own recklessness. She pulled Roy by the hand, leading them towards the only other door in the classroom—a closet door. Carla pushed Roy inside the closet, pressing Roy against a wall. She barely closed the door in time as Toa and the professor entered the classroom.
“It appears Master Roy has left.” Toa grumbled at the professor’s comment.
“That seems obvious.” The professor apologized profusely as the pair left. After a few moments, Carla mumbled, “I think they’re gone.” I can’t believe I pushed a crown prince in a closet.
Roy turned on a dim light hanging from the ceiling. “Were you that impatient for me?”
“Roy…”
Roy’s lips twitched in amusement. “It seems fate would have us here.” The closet was a spacious walk-in, with open-faced shelves towards the back. The shelves were lined with boxes of potions materials and lab equipment. A wooden stool stood on one side of a wall. Roy sat on the stool, patting his thighs invitingly. “Come here.”
“Is that wise?” Even as Carla said the words, she complied, straddling Roy on top of his lap. Carla sighed in contentment as she breathed Roy’s familiar scent.
“I do not wish to have our time interrupted as it nearly was.” Roy wrapped his arms around Carla, resting his forehead against hers. Carla’s heart melted at the sight—in this moment, Roy was not a perfectly posed prince, but a paramour, and a rather adorable one at that. “I want to Roy, but is it worth the risk?”
Roy cupped her face with his hands. “Allow me to impart upon you how worth it you are.” He kissed her slowly, gently nibbling Carla’s lower lip. Roy’s hands moved to cradle the back of her neck as he whispered, “this lesson will take longer than 7 minutes.” His lips began making a trail across her face.
“Do we have that time?” Carla murmured, shivering.
“There are no classes to be held here until Lynt’s lecture in a few hours.” Roy removed a hand from Carla’s neck and aimed a spell at the door. An audible click echoed in the closet. The hand returned to Carla, tracing minute circles on the small of her back.
“Hmmm, Roy, before we forget.” Carla reached out a hand at the door. “A soundproof spell.” She lowered her eyes, bitting her lip expectedly.
“Very good Heartspell.” Roy leaned into Carla, their breath intermingling. “I don’t think I can hold back any longer.”
“Neither can I.” Carla and Roy closed their eyes, giving in to the desire they felt for one another.
…
The soundproof spell worked. A little too well. While no one outside the closet could hear what was going on within it, Carla and Roy could not hear what was going on outside either. And while Roy’s locking spell was virtually impenetrable, it wasn’t to an S:Rank. It did not occur to Roy or Carla that Lynt would arrive to class early to set things up so that he could take a pre-lecture nap. Lynt ambled over to the closet, needing to collect beakers and potions equipment. Lynt scrunched his eyes in mild confusion at the complicated magical lock on the door. He thought no more of it as he unlocked the door and opened it, shattering the soundproof spell with it.
What Lynt saw surprised him. So much so he couldn’t look away. But Lynt’s surprise was minimal compared to what Roy and Carla felt upon being discovered.
…
Carla curled inward on Roy’s lap, trying to minimize the amount of skin exposed. Roy did his best to frantically cover what was visible with his arms. With Carla in his lap, most of Roy’s person was sufficiently hidden. Roy’s face was not hidden, however, and it was as crimson as Carla’s eyes.
“You seem close.” Lynt broke the silence, and, in spite of the awkwardness, was smiling. “That’s nice.”
“Are you, are you serious Lynt?!” Carla squeaked, her voice muffled against Roy’s collarbone.
“You missed each other. You seemed happy.” With any other S Rank prince, the statement would have been sardonic, dripping in judgment, irritation, or poorly timed humor. But this was Lynt—he said nothing more than the obvious. Lynt stared at Roy’s hand, his ring glowing against Carla’s skin. “Are you engaged?”
“Er, engaged to be engaged.” Carla mumbled. “How-how did you know?”
Lynt gestured to Roy’s hand. “The Queen of Invidia gave similar rings to mother and father. Congratulations.” Lynt unclasped the billowing green cloak he wore across his shoulders. “Blanket?” He tilted his head questioningly.
“T-thank you.” Roy avoided eye contact with Lynt. Roy stretched out an arm, grabbed the cloak, and wrapped it around Carla’s body. Carla’s bra swung prominently from Roy’s wrist as Roy adjusted the cloak around Carla’s shoulders. “B-Begging you pardon, Master Lynt!” Roy attempted to speak formally to regain a semblance of composure. The lacy pink bra was flung off Roy’s wrist as he tried to get rid of the offending garment. Unfortunately for Roy, the bra hit Lynt in the face. Roy sat paralyzed with embarrassment as the bra landed next to Lynt’s feet.
“Hmmm, Akedian cloth. Very soft.” Lynt hummed. The bra was magically lifted by Lynt and laid on top of Carla’s discarded blouse. “Carla, did you purchase it while shopping with Sherry?”
“Lynt, a-are we having this conversation now?!” Carla’s tone was equal parts embarrassed and exasperated.
“You said the other day you were going to purchase something for Roy. Was that it?” Of all the possible times for Lynt to be loquacious, Roy lamented, he decides now is appropriate?
“Lynt, please…” Carla mumbled.
“You both looked pleased a moment ago. That’s good.” Lynt murmured peacefully.
“As diverting as this conversation is, it would be more appropriate if we had it if we were…” Roy could not bring himself to continue further.
“If you were what?” Lynt tilted his head in confusion.
“Fully clothed!” Carla exclaimed.
“E-Excuse us a moment Lynt.” Roy waved a hand, slamming the door shut.
“Oh wait. Roy, my potions set…” Lynt reached for the door. The door opened slightly as a box of potion materials and beakers flew haphazardly out the door, hitting a wall with an audible crash. The door banged shut once more.
“Oy, what’s that racket?” Hearing the crash of lab equipment, Guy walked into the room, annoyance radiating off of him. “Are you careless as well as indolent?” Guy eyed the box of broken materials laying haphazardly on the floor. “Lynt, why isn’t your valet doing this work?”
“Chino is with Knight, patrolling.” Lynt leaned uncomfortably against the closet door, his bony shoulders not supported with his cloak.
“Creator help us, Master Guy is here…” The whispered panic in Roy’s voice was readily apparent.
“Oooooh, is someone being naughty?” Fenn trailed behind Guy, cane twirling in his hand; he eyed Lynt’s uncomfortable stance, his interest piqued. Fenn focused on the closet, swearing he heard something inside.
“Oh God, not Fenn too…” Carla bemoaned quietly.
Lynt shook his head and walked to Guy and Fenn, trying to divert attention away from the closet. “No, nothing naughty.”
“My goodness, I was just joking.” Fenn slung an arm around Lynt’s shoulder. “Where is your cloak Lynt? Is it in the closet over there?” Fenn’s mouth quirked with mischief. “Let me retrieve it for you.”
“No.” There was a firmness to Lynt’s voice not normally present. “There is nothing in there that concerns you Fenn.” Lynt turned his head to Guy. “And nothing that should concern you Guy.” Lynt spoke in a mildly critical tone, aware of the recent distance between Roy and Guy.
Guy and Fenn stared at Lynt, mouths agog. Guy narrowed his eyes, baffled at Lynt’s comment. Fenn raised his eyebrows. “I thought I heard voices close by.” Fenn started to move away from Lynt. “Maybe I’ll join the darlings in their closeted fun!”
“Stop Fenn.” Lynt grabbed Fenn’s shirt sleeve.
“So, there ARE people in the closet. Hehe!” Fenn chuckled maliciously.
“I need beakers for my lecture. Help me? They’re in another classroom.” Lynt kept his grip on Fenn’s sleeve.
“Bah, help him Fenn. Or else more things might get broken.” Guy grumbled.
“Help me too Guy?” Lynt ambled over to Guy, still holding on to Fenn with a surprisingly tight grip. Lynt leaned his head on Guy’s shoulder. “Hmmm, comfy.”
“If I do, will you stop draping yourself all over me?” Guy bristled as Lynt snuggled closer.
“If I must.” Lynt reluctantly lifted his head from Guy’s shoulder. “Come.” Lynt started walking out of the classroom, still holding Fenn’s sleeve.
“You don’t have to keep a grip on me Lynt!” Fenn scolded. Guy strolled past the duo, satisfied Lynt had chosen Fenn as his clinging companion. Within a few minutes, the princes returned to the classroom with boxes of equipment.
“I’ll get your cloak Lynt. Unless that’s still a concern?” Fenn sauntered to the closet, an amused lilt to his voice.
“No, it shouldn’t be.” Lynt shrugged.
Fenn opened the closet, quirking his mouth as he saw several boxes of perfectly good lab equipment on the shelves. He picked up the cloak from the ground, spying something beside it. “Nothing naughty indeed Lynt,” Fenn chuckled.
…
The next day, Roy, Carla, and Lynt sat in the S:Rank lounge. Carla and Roy were on opposite ends of a couch, noticeably apart. Lynt lifted his head from underneath his cloak. “Are you no longer close?” Lynt mewed with sadness.
Carla jumped with a start. She looked at Roy, cheeks reddening. “N-no, it’s not we aren’t, it’s…”
“Are you embarrassed? Don’t be.” Lynt turned his head from Carla to Roy.
“We do not wish to be improper in public.” Roy smiled awkwardly at Lynt, peering at Carla with a flicker of longing.
“What’s improper? You’re happiest when together. Be together.” Lynt shrugged his shoulders, as if this thought should be apparent.
“Lynt…” Carla looked at Lynt with gratitude. There was no judgment in his eyes, no reference to previous events. She shuffled over to the other side of the couch and snuggled against Roy, her head leaning on his shoulder. Roy’s previously awkward smile melted away upon feeling Carla’s warmth, replaced with a blissful grin. Lynt’s expression brightened.
“Thank you, my friend.” Roy inclined his head to Lynt. Carla reached inside her bag and grabbed a pair of knitting needles and yarn.
“Are you making something for Roy, Carla?”
“No, for you Lynt! A pair of enchanted socks to keep your feet warm!” Carla turned to Roy. “You’ll teach me the enchantment spell, right?”
“Of course.” Roy kissed the top of Carla’s head. “R-Roy!” Carla blushed furiously.
“Lynt said to be together. Who am I to ignore such excellent advice?” Roy smirked.
Lynt peered curiously at Roy. “You’re not upset that Carla’s making this for me?”
“In normal circumstances, I might feel concerned.” Roy spoke quietly, reluctant at admitting even a sampling of these negative feelings. Roy had already expressed-ordered the best set of Invidian tea, known for its soothing qualities, to give to Lynt. Carla wanted to convey her appreciation to Lynt as well. He could not deny Carla that. “But, considering what you did for us, it is more than well-deserved.”
“Thank you.” Lynt wiggled his feet in anticipation of the gift, earning a laugh from Carla and Roy. Carla picked back up her knitting, Roy picked up a stack of papers from Toa to grade. After a few minutes, Lynt feel asleep in his chair.
“I’ll make us a pot of tea!” Carla got up and walked to the far side of the lounge. Soon after, Fenn entered the room. Fenn sauntered over to Roy, a sly grin on his face. “Ever-composed as always, Roy.”
“Why would I not be?” Roy continued to grade papers, hoping Fenn would take the hint and leave him be.
Subtle hints did not work on Fenn, especially when Fenn did not want them to. Fenn sat next to Roy and whispered so not to awaken Lynt. “I believe these belong to you.” Fenn dropped two immaculately tailored buttons in Roy’s hand. The buttons contained an image of the Invidian royal crest, making their owner obvious. “I can’t imagine you wanting these misplaced.” Fenn chuckled. “I found these in a closet yesterday.”
“Thank you for retrieving them.” Roy plastered a smile on his face, placing the buttons inside his jacket.
“Your secret is safe from Guy, you know.” Fenn teased.
“What secret?” Roy continued grading, his eyes not leaving the stack of papers in his lap.
“What secret indeed.” Fenn purred. “Roy my darling, a word of advice. Invest in some clothes with zippers. For Treasure’s sake, if not yours.”
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