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[daegupaksu]

Happy Birthday to my Rose Tea Mild Yandere Prince Roy Invidia! 💛🩷🌹

Voltage, I need more Biker! Roy in your stories!!!

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Bday Art 2024 2023

[hvit-fjaer]

[ijustluvvoltageguys]

Another HUGE news and update from the JP Court of Darkness is the reveal of Roy and Sherry's mother. Her name is Charlotte. She's GORGEOUS. Now I know why 2 of her children looked so amazing! You go girl SLAYYY

(note : I know that it's Roy's mom because it was like this kinda event trailer for like appreciating mothers. In the scene there was Grayson's mom and Norah (Lynt's mom) chatting so it was kinda obvios. And of course the face)

YOU GUYS SEE WHAT I MEAN?! YOU GUYS SEE WHAT I'M SEEING?! NOW I KNOW WHY KING KLAUS MARRIED HER!! SHE'S DROP DEAD GORGEOUS. I WOULD MARRY HER TOO

So case closed on the mystery of Roy's mom

[voltage-vixen]

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.

[lesserpane]

Is it me or Roy would make for a good yandere? It's always the quiet ones

[chaosangel767]

Roy x MC (female) Conjoined under the water Thank you!

This was way to much fun to write. I do like the idea of Roy breaking his perfect prince act and being slightly naughty. Huge thank you to @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore for hosting this amazing event.

A Midnight Swim 

Fandom: Court of Darkness (Voltage) 

Pairing: Roy x F!Reader  

Prompt: Summer of Smu t - Conjoined under the water 

Type:  NSFW - Minors DNI 

CW: semi-public, nipple play, heavy petting, vaginal penetration

WC:950+

Tagging: @psychdreamer666, @devildomwritersposts, @rhodolitesrose, @ikehoe - If your name is crossed out I was unable to tag you. If you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know or fill out this form here

Sleep evades you as you toss and turn in the castle. You have been here for a few days and are quite comfortable in Indivia, but the nights not spent with Roy have you tossing and turning more than usual. Sitting up in bed, you move to the window, letting out a sigh, not knowing a good way to fall asleep. 

As if reading your mind, a knock sounds on the door and you hear Roy’s voice on the other side. Opening it wide you wrap your arms around Roy. He steps into the room and looks down at you with a smile. 

“Can’t sleep?” His voice is gentle and you nod, resting your head against his shoulder. Roy strokes your hair before bringing your chin up. 

“Go change into something to swim in, I’ll wait outside” he whispers in your ear, kissing your forehead and stepping back out of your room. Following his orders, you change into swimming clothes and exit your room, taking Roy’s offered arm. 

“I am going to show you my favorite place to go when I can’t sleep,” Roy explains as he brings you to a beautiful courtyard. Roses surround a pool, and only the moonlight and candles cast light on the area. 

“When I can’t sleep I come out here and smell the roses” he sits on the edge of the pool, slipping his shirt off, revealing his pale skin. You sit next to him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of the water around your ankles. 

“Come on” he whispers, slipping into the water and offering his hand. Taking his offer, you slip into the cool water of the pool, feeling the wind blow as you come up, bringing the scent of roses to your nose. Roy swims up behind you and presses his body close. His arms wrap around you and he starts rubbing your arms soothingly, nibbling on your ear, as he murmurs his love for you. 

“All will be well” his breath on your ear has you suddenly aware of how close the two of you are. His erection is pressing against your back, his arms press against your breast. A whimper leaves your lips as he shifts, and you feel his lips on your neck. 

“Something you like” His voice is light and teasing, his breath caressing your neck. Shivers wreck your body as your breath hitches in response. His hands trail from your stomach to your waist, tracing circles into your skin. His other hand comes up to your breast, pinching it lightly. 

“Kiss me” you murmur, tilting your head up. Roy presses his lips to your neck and you whine. Feeling the Prince pull away, he presses a kiss to the nape of your neck. 

“No” you can feel Roy smirk against your neck. 

“Tell me what you want” he prods again, his hand creeping down to your waist, rubbing against your core. 

“Kiss my lips” you murmur, your breath catching in your throat at the intensity of his kiss. Roy guides you to the wall of the pool, his hands growing more confident as they explore. Pulling down your top, you shiver as he presses you to the wall, the cold surface pebbling your sensitive nubs. A gasp tears from your lips as he gropes your butt,  squeezing the flesh as his face stays buried in your neck. His hand slips past your bottoms, stroking your bare skin and your eyes widened. 

"Roy, what if someone comes in?" You whisper and Roy drops a kiss to your shoulder, curling his finger into your core. 

"What am I doing wrong? I am just kissing my Paramour and everyone should be asleep" He answers calmly in your ear, adding another finger to your core, stretching you out. 

"You feel so good" He groans in your ear, thrusting his fingers, and listening to you moan. Your hand grips the wall for all you have, Roy pushing your legs up the wall a little more to spread them apart. His third finger enters your core, curling into your sweet spot and your head rests on your arms, muffling your moans, the coil is tightening on your core, threatening to snap. 

"It's the middle of the night, let go" He whispers in your ear. The wind blows, bringing the intoxicating scent of roses and you raise your head. Roy adjusts you, letting your head lull against his chest as his fingers move your bottoms to the side. You feel his length press against your entrance and your hips move on their own, desperate to be filled. 

“So needy” he teases slightly, rubbing his tip against your entrance just to hear the whine. 

“Please Roy, I need you” the words you know he loves to hear come unbidden from your lips. Roy’s breath hitches and he slides in your core in one thrust, sinking to the hilt. Breathless moans fill the courtyard from both of you. His hand goes back between your legs to rub your clit as he starts thrusting.  YOu match his thrusts, using your leverage on the wall to rock against his hips, desperate for the release. Roy buries his head back in your shoulder, peppering kisses. His moans still pill past your skin along with promises and statements of love. 

You can feel your pleasure building, and when Roy’s hips start stuttering, you feel the coil snap. A wave of pleasure shocks your system as it tears through your body. Rolling your eyes back, you clench around his cock, milking him dry as his orgasm washes over him as well. The two of you catch your breath, his arms never leaving your waist as his face stays in your neck. Slowly he pulls out, his hands fix your clothing as you both exit the pool. Roy carries you out of the pool and towards his room, using magic to dry both of you, promises of more being whispered in your ear. 

[marsipanic]

Roy Invidia Fic

Once again, I am back on my bullshit and starting a new WIP without finishing my others lol but that’s ok because I am juggling them. They will get continuation. Eventually. 

Here’s Roy’s love interest, Melinoe. I just really love tsundere’s okay? Also this looks chapter form again, but i just might make this the set up, and then do one shots after. Idk. 

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Prince Roy of Invidia was in all aspects, everything, to everyone, all at once. As Sole heir to the Kingdom, all eyes were on him to achieve what might be impossible to anyone else. This garnered him lots of attention, in and outside of the academy of the Isle of Colde. As he approached the lecture hall to teach his afternoon class, he was swarmed by the usual group of students, the majority of them girls, and, as usual, he stopped to assuage them. He thanked them for their compliments, their kindness, complimented them all on their natural beauty, and said he looked forward to teaching the class.

This didn’t stop them, of course, and they continued to fawn, and Roy continued to smile and nod, and pretend to listen while his attention wandered slightly to Toa Qelsum standing off in the distance with what looked like another student. His expression was solemn, as it always was, and he seemed to be going over an itinerary with a young woman with long, straight, shining black hair and intimidating green eyes. She did not smile and not in the least interested in what he had to say, although she did appear to be listening.

Roy had remembered they were getting another transfer student from Akedia but was not told the details of the student themselves. Naturally, he should like to welcome her to the academy, if he could just break free from the clutches of his admirers. Alas, it was time to start the lecture and he ushered them all inside and took his place at the podium.

Who but trailed in last but the transfer student. She took her seat as far as seemingly possible from the rest of the students, and remained sullen, her brows slightly knit and her mouth in a flat line.

It was a C and B-ranked class, and the lesson for the day was turning water into wine. The class took their time achieving their results, some quicker than others, but Roy made certain to help anyone in need. Eventually, he found himself checking on the transfer student who sat, looking cross, with a chalice nearly overflowing with a rich, maroon wine.

“Miss Melinoe Cromwell, is it?” He offered her a warm smile, but her expression did not change. “Welcome to the academy. How are you finding it?”

Melinoe merely straightened, keeping her eyes on the chalice. “Just fine,” she said, flatly.

Roy continued to smile and press on. “If you need any assistance whatsoever, please feel free to come to me. It is my responsibility as professor, prince, and S-rank to look after a student in need. And seeing as you are new, and just arrived, if I might—”

“Don’t concern yourself with me,” she cut him off, and glared at him from her periphery. “Now if you don’t mind, if you’re satisfied with my results, may I be excused?”

He blinked at the chilly nature of her response, and then slowly nodded. Usually, his demeanor softened people and was able to charm anyone with a smile and a kind word. His responses were well rehearsed after all. He didn’t remember the last time he felt intimidated by speaking to someone that was not Master Guy.

Melinoe stood and left the lecture hall just as suddenly. As the door closed behind her, the other students began to whisper.

“That’s Melinoe Cromwell. Some brute of a woman. I heard her family sent her here because they were tired of her wreaking havoc at their ancestral home,” one said. Others nodded and hummed in agreement. “She’ll bite out your jugular if you get too close. Poor Prince Roy shouldn’t even bother with her…he’s lucky she didn’t lash out.”

“Prince Roy could handle a violent brute like that easily,” one said. “He’d disintegrate her into ashes in a moment. I know he would.”

Roy frowned. There had to be more to that story than what they were saying, there always was more to the gossip the students drove through the academy.

“Please,” he said, offering a smile. “Let’s not disparage other students. It doesn’t do your natural beauty justice.”

They swooned collectively and went on about their task. Roy looked down at Melinoe’s chalice that she left behind, and carefully lifted it to his lips. The taste was divine, as though the wine had been aged for a century. She had been the first to finish, which meant that her magical ability was above that of a B rank, already.

“Curious,” he said quietly to himself.

***

Melinoe pointed her sword at her partner and waited for him to make his move. The swordsmanship class had been the only one she had been looking forward to at this bloody academy, and it was ruined by being accompanied by the woefully undertrained and weak student body. Her partner audibly groaned when Professor Hawke paired him with her.

“Guess I’m with the savage,” he mumbled. Melinoe’s mouth twitched but she had said nothing.

They each had bowed to the other before starting their sparring. He then clumsily rushed at her, swinging his swords with both hands, which she dodged easily, holding her weapon behind her back. He attempted this a few more times, and each time she was able to avoid his blow, flowing and moving flexibly, as though she was made from water. The other students looked on, partially in awe, although she paid no mind.

Her partner had grown frustrated and angry with each missed blow. He charged at her one last time, roaring in frustration, and she ducked underneath the blade, and swept his legs out from underneath him with one swift kick to the back of his knees.

An astonished silence fell upon the training grounds, and Melinoe then became hyper aware of everyone watching.

“Told you she was violent and could kill a man,” they whispered. “She’s an absolute madwoman. No normal girl could do that.”

“Alright, everyone,” Hawke piped up, looking irritated. “That’s enough for today. Put away your weapons.” ‘

Melinoe looked down upon her partner who was still panting heavily on the ground with sword in hand. A twinge of guilt struck her heart, and realizing she had humiliated him without intending to, she approached him slowly, and bent low, offering her hand to him.

Her classmate’s face contorted in fury. A low growl grew and crescendoed from his throat as he lifted his blade and, in an instant, lunged at Melinoe, who stood wide eyed in shock. The sound of the sword cutting through the air was the last thing she heard before shutting her eyes tightly waiting for the feeling of the blade to go pierce through her body.

She felt sharp pain in her right forearm and wrist, as she was suddenly whipped from where she was standing and pulled backwards.

There was another fat silence. Melinoe slowly opened her eyes, to find that her back was being held against someone’s torso. She looked down and saw that a strong arm was holding her by the waist, clad in crisp white and magenta, that had been splattered with her blood from an open wound on her forearm.

“You must have misunderstood,” a voice said. She looked up and saw the Prince Invidia. His hand had been raised in an arresting spell, her classmate now seemingly suspended in mid-air. He had pulled her out of the way, just before her assailant had managed to inflict any more injury. He spoke with a smile, but his eyes were smoldering with a silent rage.  “I believe Professor Hawke said the lesson had concluded. How unfortunate this mistake led to Miss Melinoe’s injury. I believe we will be having a conversation with the headmaster.”

Hawke came and grabbed the student roughly by the collar, leading him away, defeated, and shamed. Melinoe’s heart raced in her chest, and she remained in shock for only a moment when she heard a group of girls start mewling.

“No fair! I want to be held by Prince Roy!”

“And it’s her, of all people. She doesn’t deserve it.”

Roy’s arm remained firm around her waist, and he bent low into her ear. “Are you alright? I’ll escort you to the infirmary—”

Melinoe didn’t let him finish. She broke free from him, clutching her own arm and started to quickly storm away, trailing droplets of blood behind her.

***

Roy attempted to run after her, when the “Royd Ragers” planted themselves every which way, each one vying for his attention. He smiled at them, but it was partially him gritting his teeth in annoyance. Melinoe was injured, enough to need medical attention immediately, but no one seemed bothered in the slightest by it. Who was going to make sure she made it to the infirmary alright? What’s more, she seemed angry, maybe slightly frightened after the ordeal.

“I regretfully must tend to another student who has been harmed,” he told them. “Perhaps we can continue this conversation at another time? I really must go—”

He looked in the direction in which Melinoe left but she was already gone from sight. He frowned deeply, and determined, set in mind that he would find her.

It wasn’t difficult. He only had to follow the trail of blood droplets left throughout the academy, to Dorm Nivalis. He stood at a door at the far end of one of the halls and knocked.

It seemed to be silent inside. He was sure she was there, however, and raised his fist to knock again, when the door suddenly opened. There stood a severe looking woman, with grey hair pulled into a tight bun atop her head. Her frown lines were etched deeply into her face.

“Prince Invidia, Your Highness,” she said. “What a surprise. What can I do for you this evening?”

Roy looked briefly behind her, and in the distance, Melinoe was sat at a small table, a curtain of her black hair covering her face. Her arm was outstretched, and the severity of the cut was revealed. It looked deep, and the length of it was from just below her wrist to the crook of her elbow. It looked as though her valet had been working at stitching it up and was interrupted halfway through.

“I was looking to check in on Miss Melinoe. She was injured during lessons today, and I felt obligated to ensure that she was cared for. May I speak with her?” Roy asked and again, offered his world class smile.

“I’m afraid Miss Cromwell is indisposed at this time,” the valet said. “May I bring her a message, Your Highness?”

He looked behind her again and to his surprise met with the tear stung eyes of Melinoe. The rims of her green eyes were red, as was the tip of her nose, and the rest of her face ashen. She startled, and quickly turned away, disappearing behind the cloak of her hair once more.

“Are you certain she couldn’t spare just a moment?” Roy asked, frowning. “I would like to tell her that I regret the events that took place today. I would like to reassure her of her safety and that she is very welcome at the Isle of Colde—”

“I am sorry, Prince Roy,” the valet said. “But Miss Cromwell had insisted that she receive no callers for the rest of the evening. I do apologize. I will be sure to relay the message.”

Roy stared past her, at the shape of Melinoe at the table, frustrated and filled with genuine regret.

“Very well,” he said, ruefully. “I shall come back another time.”

The valet curtsied and started to close the door. Roy caught the image of Melinoe turning her tear-stained face back around, stealing a glance in his direction, before it shut with a punctuated *click*.

[cyllux-the-imaginary]

one of the most pleasing things i’ve ever seen in this game: Roy stepping up to Guy

truly majestic