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purplesoulsapphire · 3 days ago

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THE LOVE LANGUAGES OF:

— Trafalgar Law

Acts of Service

Law’s love is quiet. He doesn’t show off, brag, or even tells you he loves you—because he doesn’t need to. You already know and so does he.

Instead of saying it, he’d show it through simple actions, such as organizing your files and folders without being asked, bringing you tea on ordinary afternoons, or massage your tense muscles.

At first, it felt strange to experience love like this. Law focused more on his actions than words. But as time passed, you learned that he did it with a soft look—his facial features were less tense, a look he only saved for you. His voice was firm, yet carried a gentleness when it was just the two of you.

“Your back sore? Turn around, show me where it’s tender.”

“I cleaned your desk again. You’re welcome.”

Gift Giving

Law isn’t a gifting type of person. The most he’d do was buy you your favorite snack from a vendor in a village or buy you a set of quills and ink or a pouch of pens to keep up with your writing. He doesn’t bother wrapping it or keeping it as a surprise for later. Once he buys it, he automatically gives it to you when he sees you next.

Quality Time

Being a captain, managing the crew, alliances, missions, and training left Law with a limited time to spend time with you. But despite that, he always blocked out a couple hours just for you.

You’re the main person in the crew able to ground him when chaos overpowered calm. You became one of his favorite comforts, and when he needed to unwind he didn’t need words or distractions. He just needed you close.

Quiet moments with you are his favorite ones. You two exist for each other, and that’s all that matters.

Touch

Law isn’t a fan of public displays of affection. It isn’t that he’s shy, he simply doesn’t see the point of flaunting his feelings for you. What matters to him are your feelings for each other and because of that you two have nothing to prove.

Still, when he wants to offer you reassurance or senses tension in your body, he finds quiet ways to reach out: brushing his fingers against yours, or subtly linking your pinky with his.

Behind closed doors is where you’re the only one who gets to see the captain of the Heart Pirates unravel.

Law’s touches in bed are slow, sensual, and intentional. He is a gentle lover, and takes in every moment with you as if it’s your last.

“Let me take my time with you.”

“Kiss me.”

“Let me touch you the way no one else can.”

And every time you say yes, it is unraveled him even more.

Words of Affirmation

Law doesn’t speak much, only unless what he says is practical, helpful, and important. So when he started complimenting you, or praising you for a job well done, you were thrilled.

“You did great out there. Keep it up.”

“Your onigiri is my favorite.”

“Don’t burn yourself out. I need you.”

You felt seen and valued.

What he hasn’t told you yet was how much you mean to him, how much you’ve helped him grow into a man who knows he’s allowed to be cared for and loved.

He’ll tell you eventually, just not now.

BONUS ✨

Keeping You Warm

On cold days and nights, Law would wordlessly give you his coat, or wraps it around you when he sees you shivering.

“You can’t get sick.”

“Next time bring a thicker jacket.”

“This is an excuse to use mine.”

However, in private, that’s when he’d pull you into a warm embrace and wrap his arms around you, his head either resting on yours or if you’re in bed sleeping he’d hold you close, your back against his chest while he had his arms around you as he quietly whispers in your ear:

“I love you.”

Venting to You

When Law started talking to you about his problems, feelings, and concerns, that’s when you knew it was serious between you two.

He had always kept everyone at arm’s length, unwilling to let anyone in. But hearing him speak to you with no filter, with no fear of judgment made you feel closer to him than ever before.

You were someone he trusted with his thoughts and concerns, someone who took the time to truly hear him out which was something he hadn’t experienced for a long time.

“Thank you for listening.”

“Sorry if I said too much.”

To you, there was no such thing as Law telling you too much. Everything he shared mattered. If it was important to him, you always promised him it’s important to you.

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purplesoulsapphire · 3 days ago

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Aww Love This 🥹❤️

Getting snacks for the team!

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purplesoulsapphire · 11 days ago

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The Lion, The Human, and The Unnecessary Drama

Leona Kingscholar x Reader

You had only been at NRC for a short time, but you’d already learned one thing: Savanaclaw students were trouble. So when a group of them cornered you after class, you knew it wouldn’t end well.

Before you could react, they’d clamped a collar around your neck and dragged you straight to their dorm leader.

Leona was lounging under a tree, half-asleep, when his underlings shoved you forward.

“Look what we got for ya!” one of them crowed. “Thought you might wanna keep ‘em.”

Leona’s ear twitched. His gaze locked onto the collar around your neck.

“Who,” he said, “told you to do this?”

The grins faltered.

You barely had time to blink before Leona’s hand shot out and the collar disintegrated into sand.

The Savanaclaw students paled.

“If I ever catch you pullin’ this stunt again,” he snarled, “I’ll bury you alive.”

And with that, he stalked off, leaving you sitting there, very confused, but weirdly touched.

Maybe Leona wasn’t so bad after all.

[1-0]

----

The Starsending had been magical.

As part of the chosen group, you’d moved under the shimmering lights, performing the special ceremonial dance. The crowd had cheered, tossing flowers at your feet.

Did they just… pick these from the botanical garden?

You winced. You took care of those flowers.

So after the performance, you sneaked back to check for damage.

The greenhouse was eerily quiet, bathed in silver moonlight. You tiptoed between the exotic plants, sighing in relief, no missing petals. Maybe the culprits had been careful.

“-HRRK!”

A pained yowl split the air as your foot landed on something furry.

Beneath you, a tail lashed violently.

“You’ve got three seconds to explain why I shouldn’t turn you into fertilizer.”

You scrambled back. “I-I was just checking the flowers! Someone stole some for the festival, and I...”

Leona’s glare sharpened. “So you stomp on my tail instead?”

“I didn’t see you there!”

“Tch. Typical herbivore.” He sat up, rubbing his tail with a wince. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to curse you.”

“...Sorry.”

Leona studied you for a long moment before sighing. “Whatever.”

You hesitated, then settled beside him, carefully avoiding his tail this time.

Silence stretched, broken only by the hum of crickets.

Then, unexpectedly, Leona smirked.

“You weren’t half bad tonight.”

“Huh?”

“The dance. You didn’t embarrass yourself.”

Was that… a compliment?

Before you could respond, he flicked your forehead, then nuzzled his head against you.

“Now scram. Next time watch where you step.”

The next day, something was off.

Hybrid students kept their distance, noses scrunched as they glanced at you. Even Grim, who usually clung to you wrinkled his muzzle and flicked his ears in irritation.

"Ugh, what’s that smell?"

You frowned, lifting your sleeve to sniff. You’d bathed just fine.

But then, a student from Savanaclaw stiffened as he caught your presence.

"Of course he would do that.."

Confused, you marched straight back to the botanical garden.

Sure enough, Leona was there, tail flicking as he watched you approach.

"Back so soon, herbivore?"

"What did you do to me?"

"Hm? Do I look like a babysitter? You’ll have to be more specific."

"Everyone’s acting weird around me! Grim says I smell, and the students won’t even come near me!"

"Oh? That." He stretched, rolling onto his side to face you fully. "Maybe they’ve got enough sense to recognize when something’s claimed."

Leona reached out, fingers brushing against the side of your neck, right where he’d nuzzled you the day before. "It’s a warning." His fingers grazed your skin. "Means back off."

You gaped at him. "You...you marked me? Without asking?!"

Leona shrugged, utterly unrepentant. "Consider it payback for stepping on my tail." His tail flicked against your leg, "Besides, you’re better off this way. Now every idiot knows you’re under my protection."

"That’s not- I didn’t ask for it!"

"Too late."

Leona just laughed, flopping back on the ground like a self-satisfied cat. "Relax, herbivore. You’ll live."

You demanded he undo it.

"Nah." His tail flicked lazily. "But I can make it worse."

Before you could react, he lunged.

"Ow- HEY!"

His teeth sank into the meat of your shoulder. You yelped, instinctively grabbing the nearest thing, his stupid, twitching ear and yanked.

Leona recoiled with a hiss. "Feisty today, aren’t you?"

You didn’t stick around to hear the rest.

[2-0]

---

By lunchtime, the whispers had already started.

"Did you hear? The prefect got marked by Leona."

"No way. Like, marked marked?"

"Dude, I saw the bite."

Grim, perched on your shoulder (after much grumbling about the 'weird lion stink'), squinted at you. "Ya really pissed off the wrong guy, huh?"

You groaned, tugging at the high-collared festival costume you’d dug out of your closet. The fabric was thick enough to hide the fresh bite mark.

"I didn’t do anything! He’s just-!"

"A jerk?" Ruggie’s voice cut in as he slid into the seat across from you, grinning.

"So you knew."

Ruggie held up his hands. "Hey, don’t blame me! He’s always been like this. If he decides something’s his, good luck changing his mind." He leaned in, "But hey, look on the bright side, now nobody’s dumb enough to mess with you."

You buried your face in your hands.

You found him back in the greenhouse, exactly where you’d left him.

Leona didn’t even open his eyes as you stormed up. "Back for round two?"

"Fix. This."

His ear twitched. "Can’t."

"You bit me!"

"And?" Finally, he cracked one eye open, "You’re the one who tugged my ear. We’re even."

You wanted to strangle him.

Leona sighed dramatically, sitting up. "Look, herbivore. The scent’ll fade. The bite’ll heal. But until then?" His smirk returned, "Might as well enjoy the perks. Free pass in Savanaclaw, no more idiots bothering you…"

You crossed your arms. "And what do you get out of it?"

His tail swished. "Entertainment."

By the next week, the rumors had spiraled into something wild.

"They say Leona challenged the prefect to a duel and lost."

"No way, I heard they’re dating."

"Dating?! But didn’t he bite them?!"

You wanted to scream.

Leona, meanwhile, seemed delighted by the chaos. Every time you passed him in the halls, his smirk grew wider.

[3-0]

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“Ah, these got mixed up in the laundry. Since you know both of them, could you return them?”

You blinked. “Me? Why not just give them to their dorm members?”

“Well… no one from Savanaclaw is answering, and Diasomnia’s students are… hard to approach.”

You sighed.

Diasomnia was easy, sort of. You found Lilia and he cheerfully took Malleus’s uniform.

“Oh? How interesting that you were entrusted with this.”

You ignored the implication and moved on.

Savanaclaw, however, was a problem.

The moment you stepped into the dorm, the usual chatter died. Students who would’ve normally sneered or challenged you suddenly found the walls very interesting.

“Hey, can one of you take this to Leona?” you called out.

Silence.

Gritting your teeth, you muttered, “Fine. I’ll just leave it in his room.”

You knocked. No answer.

“HEY! I’m just dropping off your-”

You pushed the door open.

And froze.

Leona stood in the middle of the room, towel slung low around his hips, water still dripping from his hair. His ears flicked at the intrusion, and his tail gave an irritated twitch.

“…Herbivore.”

Your brain short-circuited.

“I-uh-your uniform--” You thrust the folded fabric out like a shield.

Leona stared at you for a long, long second before his lips curled into that infuriating smirk.

“If you wanted to see me shirtless, you could’ve just asked.”

“I DIDN’T-!” You threw the uniform at his face.

He caught it effortlessly. “Relax. It’s not like you haven’t seen worse.”

“I haven’t!”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He tilted his head, water droplets sliding down his neck. “You’re still here.”

You were not staring. At all.

Before you could combust, Leona’s tail flicked toward the door. “Get out before I decide you owe me for the show.”

You fled.

The next day, Ruggie sidled up to you with a grin.

“So. Heard you got an exclusive view of him.”

You choked on your lunch.

You were never doing anyone a favor again.

[4-0]

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You hated admitting it.

But when he was in the middle of a match with that infuriating smirk plastered on his face as he dominated the field.. yeah.

Leona was stupidly handsome.

Too bad he was also the most insufferable person you’d ever met.

You were still grumbling to yourself about stupid, arrogant, unfairly attractive upperclassmen when you passed by the stadium exit.

Wait.

“…Is that”

“He’s my nephew.”

“You’re… babysitting?”

“Just for an hour.”

Your brain short-circuited.

Since when was Leona good with kids?!

Leona turned to you, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“I..no, I just didn’t think you’d be the type to..”

“To what?” His smirk was back. “Handle something more fragile than your ego?”

You scowled. “Forget it.”

----

Azul had somehow convinced Crowley that the Octavinelle dorm needed "external oversight" for their latest merchandise launch, which really just meant free labor. And of course, you got volunteered.

"It's a truth-speaking ring" Azul explained, adjusting his glasses.

You eyed it suspiciously. "And it does… what, exactly?"

Jade smiled. "It compels the wearer to answer any direct question truthfully for a full day."

Floyd leaned in. "Unless ya got seeecrets~"

You should’ve said no.

You definitely should’ve said no.

But before you could, the ring was slipped onto your finger 'for testing purposes' and Azul cheerfully informed you "Oh dear, it’s already activated! Well, no matter. It’ll wear off by tomorrow!"

You were 100% certain he did that on purpose.

You were this close to making it back to Ramshackle when a shadow fell over you.

"Herbivore."

You froze.

Leona stood in your path.

"Why were you with Azul?"

Your mouth moved before your brain could stop it.

"Because Crowley made me babysit his stupid merch and now I’m stuck with this stupid truth ring and I hate it."

"Oh?"

You clapped a hand over your mouth. Oh no.

"What do you really think of me?"

You fought it. You tried. But the ring burned against your skin, forcing the words out like a dam breaking.

"You’re arrogant, lazy, and you never take anything seriously, but you’re also stupidly hot when you’re not being a jerk, and it’s really annoying!"

Leona’s ears shot straight up.

Then he laughed.

"Took you long enough to admit it."

You wanted to vanish.

"You’re enjoying this."

"Damn right I am." He flicked your forehead. "Why’d you run away that time you saw me shirtless?"

"BECAUSE I WAS EMBARRASSED AND YOU WERE SMIRKING LIKE AN IDIOT!"

You were going to murder Azul.

You turned to bolt, but Leona’s tail hooked around your waist, yanking you back.

"Nuh-uh. We’re not done." His breath tickled your ear. "One last question.…You wanna go get lunch?"

"…What?"

He rolled his eyes. "The ring only makes you answer truthfully, not loudly. So?"

…Well. At least he wasn’t asking anything else embarrassing.

"…Yes."

[LEONA WON]

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Leona was too easy to mess with when he was asleep. Sprawled under his favorite tree, tail twitching occasionally, he looked peaceful.

And you?

You were bored.

So you did what any reasonable person would do, you poked his cheek. You flicked his ear.

Emboldened, you leaned in and whispered, "Your tail’s drooling."

His nose scrunched.

You grinned. "Also, Ruggie said you snore like an old hyena."

That did it.

"…Herbivore."

Oh no.

Leona moved faster than you could blink. One moment, you were crouched beside him, the next, you were flat on your back, grass tickling your neck as he loomed over you.

"Teasing a predator in his territory? Bold move."

"I-uh..meant to wake you up for class?"

"Liar." His thumb brushed over your shoulder, right where his bite mark had once been. "Huh. Healed already."

You shivered. "Yeah, so..no need to- ah!"

Then, to your shock, he pulled back… and kissed you.

When he finally broke away, you were breathless.

"There." His tail flicked against your leg. "That one’ll last longer."

"…What was that for?!"

Leona rolled his eyes. "Consider it a permanent mark."

Then he flopped back down onto the grass, dragging you with him, your back pressed against his chest.

"Now shut up. Naptime."

----

Leona was trying to watch TV in your dorm. You didn't know it can work that well. Maybe it was afraid of him.

Keyword: trying. Because you, being the absolute menace you were, had decided that his personal space no longer existed.

You were draped over him like a clingy blanket, arms wrapped around his waist, face nuzzled into his shoulder. And if that wasn’t bad enough, you kept nibbling his ears.

Every time his ears flicked at a sound on screen, you’d lean up and gently bite the tip, grinning when he growled under his breath.

"Herbivore," he warned, "I’m this close to tossing you off the couch."

You ignored him and did it again.

Then, you tugged his tail.

Just a playful little pull, like you were teasing a house cat.

Leona’s entire body stiffened, his grip on the couch armrest tightening to the point you heard the fabric creak.

"…Did you just"

You blinked up at him, all faux innocence. "Cute cat."

In one smooth motion, he flipped you onto your back, caging you beneath him.

"You’re real bold today." he murmured, leaning down until his lips hovered just above yours.

You held your breath, waiting for the kiss. But instead of your mouth, he felt you duck under his chin, pressing your face into the warm crook of his neck.

You took a deep, dramatic inhale… and went limp against him, fake-snoring.

Leona stared down at you.

"…Are you serious right now?"

You let out an exaggerated sleepy mumble, nuzzling deeper into his collarbone like you were out cold.

His tail whapped your leg in irritation.

"Tch. Fine."

Because Leona never let anyone win, he dug his fingers into your sides, tickling you mercilessly until you screamed and flailed, nearly rolling off the couch.

"OKAY OKAY I’M AWAKE!"

"That’s what I thought."

You pouted, rubbing your now-tender ribs. "You’re the worst."

"Yeah, yeah." He hauled you back up against him, this time trapping your legs under his tail so you couldn’t escape. "Now sit still, or I’ll bite your ears next."

You huffed, but didn’t move.

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purplesoulsapphire · 11 days ago

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𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩'𝙨 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩

: ̗̀➛ Type: Headcanons [fluff] : ̗̀➛ Note: Idk what to say. Expect that I MAY OR MAY NOT, love him a bit too much. He is so silly and he is a big cat, and I love cats. : ̗̀➛ Warning: none.

❀ He doesn't fall easily, but when he does, it's real. Leona has a high wall around his heart, built from years of rejection, comparison, and disappointment. But once he lets you in, it's because you earned that place. You're someone he trusts—rare and precious.

❀ His Love Language Is Acts of Service. Leona won't say "I love you" often, but you'll find him carrying your heavy books, helping you brew you a potion without a word, or dragging you into the shade when it's too hot. It's all quiet care. He shows, not tells.

❀ Doesn’t want to be worshipped—wants to be chosen. Leona's pride wouldn't survive being treated like royalty in a relationship. He doesn't want a follower—he wants a partner. Someone who talks back, who argues, who challenges him and still chooses to stay. He tests you a lot early on. But when you show you're not going anywhere—not because he's a prince, but because he's Leona—that's when he starts relaxing around you more.

❀ He's hyper-aware of praise—and starved for It. Compliment him sincerely and watch the surprise flicker across his face. Even if he brushes it off, your words stay with him. He remembers every "I'm proud of you" like it's gold.

❀ He's ridiculously protective, but subtly so. You'll never know how many times he's kept people from messing with you behind the scenes. A glare. A whispered threat. A spell just powerful enough to knock someone off their high horse. All without you noticing.

❀ You're the only one who sees him truly Rest. Leona has always slept to escape—but ever since you appeared, he sleeps to recharge. There's a huge difference. You're the only one who ever made slumber feel like peace instead of numbness.

❀ He shares his chessboard with you. If he teaches you chess, that's not just a hobby—it's trust. He'll get snippy if you make a poor move, but it's only because he believes in your potential. The rare smile he gives when you win? Treasure it [just so you know, he let you win.]

❀ He actually enjoys when you nag him (a little). If you scold him for skipping class or for pushing people away, and instead of snapping, he just raises an eyebrow. "Hmph. You sound like you're married to me already." He won't admit it, but he loves the attention—and that someone finally cares enough to tell him to get his act together.

❀ His greatest fear is that you'll leave once you see the 'real' him. Not the powerful prince, not the housewarden—but the tired, self-loathing man underneath it all. When you prove, over and over, that you see him and love him anyway? That’s when he starts believing maybe, just maybe... he can be enough.

❀ Ruggie becomes your 'handler' without meaning to. "(Name), Leona-san sent me to bring you lunch." Again. You've noticed that Leona's been sending Ruggie to run more errands than usual—specifically for you. Whether it's a snack you like, or something you forgot at class, Ruggie delivers it. Grumbling. "Why do I gotta do all the cutesy crap?" He does get paid in some way at the end anyways.

❀ He has a sixth sense for your moods (and uses it against you). If you're upset, tired, or burned out, Leona knows immediately. He won't ask questions—he just drags you off somewhere quiet, flops down, and pats his chest. "Come here. You're clearly no good like this." He also won't let you argue. You're not allowed to wallow on your own. You rest with him, and his heartbeat, his warmth, and his slow, steady breathing pull you back to yourself. It's kinda comforting. "Better?" he asks, without looking at you. Because he already knows the answer.

❀Your grades take a hit—and it's all thanks to him. Leona is definitely the reason your grades start slipping. Between his constant persuasion to skip class for naps together, random off-topic conversations, and spontaneous breaks, studying takes a backseat. But if it's an exam or something important, he reluctantly lets you go handle it alone—though he'll complain the whole time.

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