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@faerie-goth
Lys: Toa, it's ridiculously hot. Can I please sleep with you?
*Toa gently bonks her on the head with the book he's currently reading.*
Lys: I'll sleep! I promise! It's just so hot I'm miserable, and you're a pleasant temperature.
Toa: *Sighs* Lys, I'm your paramour. Did you really think I'd say no? Come here, you silly thing.
I'm sure there's a few other people who buy Voltage/Court of Darkness merch on here.
Does anyone know when Volfest will start doing preorders online? I've never had an issue with it in the past, but some of the CoD items are absolutely gorgeous and I am itching to get my hands on them 🙏
Alrighty Court of Darkness Cult!
We need headcanons of Team Good Dads—King Aiden, King Liam, and King Klaus—finding unofficial ways to support or adopt the princes with bad dads—Guy, Toa, Lance, Fenn.
I’ll start: King Klaus
He’d present Guy a gift at a Saligian function when Roc wasn’t around. It would be a black leather jacket similar to what Roy and Grayson have. Except it would have the phrase “Best Boy” emblazoned in hot pink on the back—Sherry decides to show her support via magical bedazzling.
“Roy has an identical jacket in his closet. You both could match!” Roy audibly groans in the background.
Guy takes the gift with him back to Colde. Unbeknownst to anyone, he usually brings the jacket out of his closet after addressing correspondence from Avari nobles questioning his decisions. He’ll never admit this.
Klaus discretely sends Toa packages of Invidian tea known for its calming qualities and bouquets of blue roses—Klaus knows his relationship with Avari prevents him from being more open/direct with Toa. The tea and roses are accompanied with a note:
You are not alone.
Aiden probably has an open door policy for the other princes to visit for the most part. It's like that one friend you had growing up (or wish you did) who's parents didn't mind you showing up whenever, bless them.
Toa, Fenn, and Roy are the most frequent visitors. Fenn is banned from going home and already stays with Rio on holidays. Toa probably tries to ditch that "familial obligation" whenever possible, so maybe Rio and Aiden come up with a "problem" for him to solve so he can call it a diplomatic visit. And sometimes there actually is a problem and Toa figures it out 🤷🏼♀️
Who do you guys think would be the best dad in CoD?
It could be anyone, the princes, the male valets and male siblings
(Please do reblog Id like as many answers Im curious what yall think)
Toa is good at like, everything, but I know there was an event within the first year that shows that Toa is not good with small children 🤣 His stern nature just scares them unintentionally. Honestly though, he'd absolutely adore his own, but probably can't tolerate anyone else's lol.
Is Dewi not already Knight's adoptive father? I want to see more of their dynamic (and more of Dewi in general).
Incorrect Court of Darkness
MC: Fenn, darling, love of my life?
Fenn: Yes MC?
MC: Go the fuck to sleep. It's 4 in the goddam morning. Let. Me. Sleep!
Protection?
It's currently Hallowed Eve, and Lys is sitting up in a tree with Toa hiding from the other demon princes.
Knight: Oi! Need any protection up there?
Lys: We're not fucking up here, we were going to do that in the music room later on.
Toa shoots her a disapproving glare, but merely flicks her nose to reprimand her.
Lys: What? It's the best hiding spot.
Knight: Not what I meant, but thanks for the warning. I'll stay away for the rest of the afternoon.
Escape
Fenn has been trying to help Lys find a way back to the human world.
"Lys, I'm beginning to have some second thoughts about this." The pale haired prince wrung his hands nervously. It was very out of character for him to be anything but cheerful, outgoing, and without any sense of caution or self preservation whatsoever. Whatever it was that had him in its grasp, it was serious.
"Fenn, what's wrong?" She immediately reached for his forehead to see if he was running a temperature. Still warm as ever, but nothing to be concerned over. He looked a bit sheepish at her worrying, but was secretly glad that she cared enough to look him over.
He removed the hand that still rested on his face, then decided he would rather have both.
"Lys, do you...do you really have to go?" He brushed a kiss on the top of her left hand.
"I...Fenn, you know it's not safe for me here, with everything that's going on. Everybody seems to want a piece of me, and you..." She trailed off and took a look at the man clinging to her. Tears did not belong on such a pretty face.
She pulled him into a big hug. "You just want to be loved, don't you, Fenn? What am I going to do with you?"
He sobbed into her red hair, not caring if he lost all traces of his princely composure in this moment.
She rubbed circles on his back as she struggled to come up with a solution. "How much trouble would we be in if I took you with me?"
A familiar glint appeared in his lilac eyes. "It's not kidnapping if I go willingly."
"You won't be missed too much? You'll...behave yourself, Fenn?" This was too easy a solution to go smoothly, and yet...
"No, I've always been seen as a means to an end in my father's household, never offered any real sort of affection until you came along." He sighs, having realized the one hangup. "I'll...we'll probably have to come back at some point to produce an heir and all that, but for now, fuck em'. They don't care about me, and I'm not going to leave you unprotected in this world or any other, treasure. Take me with you."
Finally got a working sketch of my MC Lys/Lysandra, so I wrote down a handful of her various quirks.
Frequently bites her lip until it bleeds, especially if she is unhappy about something.
Hums when she's in a good mood. Frequently showtunes, Beatles songs, and Elvis's gospel stuff.
Definitely has gifted kid burnout syndrome. Only puts in the effort for Toa because he's trying so hard and she just kinda pities him. Otherwise it's "C's get degrees, why am I in college a second time?"
Draws in class constantly. Toa tried to put a stop to this once, but she ends up falling asleep spacing out because Toa is fucking gorgeous and she can't with that voice. (Toa only thinks she's sleeping, but Sherry definitely knows what's going on lol!)
Bakes Toa Earth sweets in exchange for tutoring, because she hates the feeling of owing someone. Especially a man. But Toa is nice, and eventually she starts doing it because she likes to see him smile. Before she knows it, she's fussing over him, making sure he's eating proper meals when he's busy.
Most likely to win Chubby Bunnies, the game where you talk with a mouth full of marshmallows.
Rio
Toa
Fenn (manwhore lol)
Lynt
The Late Night Book Club
Toa: MC...
Toa: MC, it's 4 in the morning, what are you doing up?
MC: Well you're still up, aren't you? What's that book in your hand?
Toa: 😑
MC: OH! Sherry lent me the same one last week! Did you want this one when you're done?
Toa: 😑
Toa: yes
Toa: We are going to bed now, even if I have to take you myself.
MC: Was that an invitation?
Toa: *sighs* You are lucky I am your paramour, do not go around saying that to anyone else.
Toa: But if that's what it takes to get you to stay put, then so be it.
MC: What do you mean you're the youngest? You act like a typical oldest child, not the spoiled brat you'd expect of the youngest boy.
Toa: I'm not sure if I should take that as a complement or an insult.
MC: Wha? No, Toa, come here! Let me hug you!
Toa: *sigh* You're unpredictable. I'm not quite sure what to do with you, but okay.
MC: Well, by my calculations, we have a lot of spoiling to catch up on. And I am absolutely going to spoil you rotten. Starting with lots of hugs and baked goods.
Toa: 💙
Magic and Mayhem
Lys was having a study session on potions in an unused lecture room with Toa. In walks Guy, who immediately starts harassing them both for no apparent reason aside from the fact that it’s Toa, and she’s there willingly. With Toa, and not him.
In all her infinite wisdom (mostly Marvel movies and fantasy novels), Lys decides to attempt to teleport the two of them out of there.
Problem 1: Teleportation magic is not something that is done in Saliglia. Maybe eons ago with the use of runes, but not like this.
Problem 2: Guy was there to see her do this. Yes, he already knew about her powers, but it gives him yet another reason to target her.
Somehow she and Toa safely make it to the music room, where she promptly passed out. He’s absolutely flabbergasted as to what just happened, or how, but simply picks her up and carries her to his room so that he can tend to her away from prying eyes.
After about four hours she awakens, rather groggy and confused to her unfamiliar surroundings. Her head was pounding and fuzzy, like she had a massive hangover, but the last thing she could remember was studying with Toa...who sat right next to her with a book for some reason?
Somehow he had picked up that Lys had regained consciousness before she even had the chance to struggle against the thick blankets to get up. Which, the increasing of the pounding in her skull told her was a very bad idea right now. The look he gave her spoke both of concern and a good deal of the typical ‘What the fuck did you just try this time’ she had come to expect from the man.
Pinching the space between his eyes, he left the bed and came back with something. “Take these first, and then we’ll talk,” he said with a sigh. He held out a glass of water and a few pills in a little dish.
Toa waited for her to take both pills and drain half the glass before he began to speak. “Magical exhaustion,” he said by means of an explanation. “Most of us have experienced it at one point or another growing up, but you...” he motioned, not wanting to speak of her origin any more than necessary.
Lys rubbed her head with the palm of her hand in an effort to alleviate some of the pressure she was feeling, then grimaced. “Well, there’s a first time for everything, I suppose.”
He grabbed for her other hand and forced her to look him in the eye, needing her to understand the gravity of the situation. “Lysandra, you could die if you use too much magic too quickly. I was really....really worried about you for a moment.”
“I...Toa...”
“Promise me you won’t try that again...whatever that was. Promise me.”
“Toa...”
“What was that, by the way?”
“Toa, you’re still holding my hand.” She looked at him in half shock, half amusement.
“And the problem is?” Still in his hand, he brought it to his lips for a kiss. She blushed profusely at the unexpected gesture of affection, but did not pull away.
“Lysandra, I care about you very, very much. Please, do not put yourself in a position where not even I can save you.” The blue haired prince rubbed her hand gently, needing to reassure himself that she was still there, still warm, still alive after that little scare.
She chose her words slowly, still not quite sure if she was imagining that Prince Toa, of all people, might actually harbor feelings for her. “I...ah...well, I seem to have succeeded in teleporting the two of us...”
“I’m not sure that ‘succeeded’ is the right word, if it knocked you out cold for four hours,” Toa snarked back.
“Would you have preferred Guy as my tutor?”
Toa rolls his eyes with a snort.
“I see we’re in agreement then. Can you help me work on it? We can start small, but it might come in handy some day.”
He pondered it for a moment, needing to think of what exercises might be best to work up to something that should not be remotely possible. For anyone other than Lys, apparently.
“Obviously I’m going to be helping you strengthen your abilities regardless, but what sort of trouble do you intend to get us into here?” His grin belies his true feelings on the matter. He had loved her curious nature and zeal for learning new things, but she was always surprising him. And this particular surprise...well, it was impressive, but was it worth repeating?
“It’s not like I’m intentionally looking for trouble!” She huffed. “I just...don’t know the extend of my own abilities yet. But I want to be able to help you Toa. Please.”
His face immediately softened at her plea. Although he struggled with accepting help from anybody, having someone who cared about him enough to recklessly endanger themself was... well, it was sweet, but still required a good deal of caution. He would definitely need to keep an eye on her.
He sighed in defeat. Whether this woman was going to be a good or a bad influence on him, only time would tell, but for now he could not bear to tell her no.
“We are going to start small. Very small. You are banned from pulling that little stunt again until we work up to it, unless you are in immediate danger.” He paused for a moment once he realized that he had unintentionally reverted back to lecture mode.
“Thank you, Toa!” Lys launched herself at him for a hug.
“Oof,” the blue haired prince heaved at the momentum, trying not to let the pair go careening backward and landing them in a rather awkward position that he definitely was not ready for. He froze at the sudden contact, unused to such displays of affection (or any, really), but his arms eventually ended up where they were supposed to be. “Well, at least you have enthusiasm.”
Most likely consort to cram a PB&J sandwich in the VCR?
Rio
Knight
Lynt
Fenn
Happy Birthday Fenn!
It's a little late because I've been sick, but ah well.
Also today is World Book Day. Kinda fitting for him, no?
April Fools, eh?
MC: Toa, what was that back there, with your father?
Toa: Someone probably let it slip to him about your powers, and there’s no doubt Idina is involved somehow.
*sigh*
She would probably be trying to court you herself, had she thought she could get away with it.
MC: Toa, your father is ice cold, and no offense, but your sister is a c*nt.
Toa: Which one of them? I have three, each one about as pleasant as a dragon’s arse.
MC: And yet you're an absolute sweetheart. How?
The Only One
Fenn x MC
@voltagefandomproject
MC approaches Fenn after catching him gently rejecting yet another girl for what seems to be the millionth time.
“Excuse me ladies! My darling treasure awaits! Ta!” Fenn waves with a flourish as he cheerfully bids his fanclub goodbye. Lys rolls her eyes at his theatrics, but accepts the hand he offers her to hold. He beams in return, overjoyed at their reunion of just a few hours. A few hours of absolute torture, if anyone asked him.
Hand in hand, they wander the academy grounds aimlessly until they find themselves in Fenn’s favorite secluded spot. She could have asked him for anything and he would give it readily, but he could tell something was eating at her and she needed some time. And so, he did the only thing he could do - he sat her down on his lap, and patiently rubbed at her limbs until she was ready to talk.
His warmth and attentiveness wore on her. Although Fenn could be an absolute scoundrel at times, he was also a sweetheart. She leaned back into his chest and toyed with the strands of his long hair that landed on her shoulder.
“Oh Treasure, what offense have I committed this time?” he at last lamented with a sigh. “Please, would you tell me so that I could make it up to you?”
His pout was absolutely too much, no wonder he had such a penchant for getting anything (or anyone) he wanted.
“It’s not you, I promise,” Lysandra finally responded, biting her lip. “It’s just...those girls who swarm all over you like fire ants.”
“Ah. So you DO get jealous,” he mused, placing a kiss on the crown of her head. “I promise you, I have told them that there will be no more dates, no more stolen kisses...” at this he stopped briefly to nibble at her earlobe. “I am a changed man. You will be my one and only paramour, forevermore.”
She turned around to face him, now straddling him. Fenn gave her his signature smirk of approval, clearly enjoying where this was going, although he was more than happy to let her make the first move this time.
“You’ll never love another girl?” she questions.
The man grins, reaching for her hands.
“Treasure, I absolutely cannot promise you that - let me finish,” his Adam’s apple bobs as he attempts to compose himself before he gets slapped preemptively. “I cannot promise you that, because there might come a day when a little girl is born of your womb and my seed. Our daughter.”
Her eyes go wide in shock, that Fenn, of all men, would be thinking that far ahead. She lurches forward to wrap him in a fierce hug, her hands each grabbing a fistful of the ruff of his cloak as she tries not to cry.
Hardie was right - beneath all his lies, Fenn really did have a heart of gold.
