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[souriru]

coming back after 2 years with tjis

I took this quiz and here were my results

@killersweetie @vtoriacore @vtoriacore-rbs @sakkakuu-squared @seraphni @maythearo @captain-liminal @fizzydreamz @feliciadraws @b0nkers-papaya @h3apm3ch4n151m @soru-muses @soru-ya @cynthinesia @yuuniee @savanaclaw1996 @loser-jpg

[souriru]

you and your 5 billion accs that you move to smh 🔨🔨🔨

blame the anons bro 😭😭😭 istg if there's anything else after this im making a private archives blog and never coming back yall can find me on ao3/insta after that

[souriru]

soru's archives! moved to another blog.

rules:

do not repost, copy, modify, or translate my work. do reblog.

eventually the work would be reposted, but that is at my own discretion.

do not sell hentai to my husband.

please do not send asks to this blog. requests are now permanently closed. only mutuals can send asks :)

[souriru]

upon the liar's throne

commission for @nemisisnemi, 2019 words. commissions are still open on vgen and ko-fi if you want to get something yourself <3 || read the full thing here on ao3 (will be shown if you are a user bc of the recent ai issue)

Recently, Leona’d been acting off. He pulled away more often, ate less, and would even skip his final classes that you’d made him promise you he’d go to, which meant something big was up, and he wasn’t telling you. You’d mentioned offhandedly in front of him before, but he’d just shrugged, and though he hadn’t actually said anything, it felt like he’d said a thousand words. If you’d ask him why his face was scrunched up and he looked like his eyes burned, he’d probably mutter something around the lines of “It’s fuckin’ hot and dry, and I ain’t wearing the best clothes to combat the heat right now.” 

Or something. 

You haven’t really asked him, and you don’t intend on it either. You would say that it truly is none of your business, but ever since he kissed you all slow and tentative— like a newborn fawn taking its first steps in the cruel jungle it was born it, you’re entitled to his entire life, you think. But when you ask Ruggie about it, he shrugs. 

“Hey, it’s the end of his third year, and now he’s gotta pack it up and be all responsible.” he chuckles in that comforting tone of his, a bony hand placed preemptively on your shoulder. “But to be fair… his family ain’t movin’ a bunch about what they expect him to do versus what he wants to do. He’s this close to just draggin’ you with him, putting on a show about doing something good before startin’ a family, yada yada yada.” 

Your face flushes as Ruggie pinches his index and thumb fingers together, and you squint as you notice the callouseos on his fingertips nearly rubbing against each other. “He’s that desperate?” you ask rhetorically as Ruggie nods. “So then why didn’t he ask me about it? Or tell me, even?” 

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger, alright? You asked me for what I knew, this is all I know. Buuuuutttt…. I take a small fee to find out more…” Ruggie leans in seductively, hand gently pawing your shoulder, trailing lower towards your chest before smacking your bicep. “3 doughnuts! That’s more than enough for this week.” You roll your eyes at that, but shake his outstretched hand anyway. “Great doin’ business with ya, as usual.” 

It didn’t take long for Ruggie to find out what the problem was, though you’re pretty sure Leona found out you were behind the digging in the first place. “You could have just come to me,” he almost whines as your hands thread through his hair in the middle of the night, the night before he left for the Sunset Savannah. “I would have told you.” 

[souriru]

HI IM HERE TO MAKE A REQUEST :3

maybe like.... Transmasc reader... Coming out to Leona.... And reader is nervous bcz it's frowned upon to be trans where he's from.... And some fluffy romanticness teeheehee

Thank you, love your writing :D

the need to come out to leona hits you suddenly one night, when the two of you are lying on the thatched roof of the savanaclaw dorm. it was a randomly arranged date night, of sorts- things got a little too loud for leona to handle today, and instead of making his way to ramshackle, he whisked you away like a "romantic" prince to his roof, dozing lightly next to you under the stars.

you gulped as you turn to look at him, throat dry. there's a breeze, gentle and cooling, but your heart is beating louder than anything else you can hear right now, and the words feel heavy in your mouth. "leona." you murmur, and you flinch lightly as green eyes stare into your soul (maybe they are? maybe they aren't? you can't tell.).

"what?"

"i'm-" a deep breath, and a long pause. "i'm trans. i’m… i'm a guy. like, it's not just how i feel, i am. trans. i wasn’t born this way, but i am. It’s who i am." maybe you're rambling now, maybe you're no longer making sense, but you look away, fiddling with your hands in the silence.

you feel your chest crush your heart, clamping tight on the organ like it should kill you. the fear creeps in, and you tense- where you’re from, this would be a reason to walk away. a reason for someone to look at you different. like you're odd. lesser than.

"okay." you look up with a snap. "huh?"

"i said okay." leona's tone is neutral, but slightly gentle. "i figured a while back, though i wasn't really sure, but wanted you to tell me."

"you... you knew this entire time?" you whispered, like it was something taboo.

"suspected. you'd been doin' things your own way. doesn't matter to me anyway. you're you. i like you."

you sniffle, and you don't even realise you're crying until leona's hand cups your cheek, wiping away a tear. "for what its worth," he murmurs, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours, "you're the strongest guy i know anyway."

"so you'd love me if i was a worm?" you chuckle hoarsely as leona rolls his eyes.

"yeah, yeah. only the best fucking terrarium privileges for my boyfriend."

hiiii anon thanks for the request :) i hope you like it! || 390 words

[souriru]

the soft warmongerer || jing yuan

aka;;; some cute and unhinged jing yuan headcanons. im trying to get @loser-jpg to love him more >:) || part 2

sleeps with at least four bodypillows.

jing yuan claims it gives him the comfort of being squished. "like fighting a dreary battle just as the sun rises." he teases as you gasp and smck his bicep as hard as you can.

sends sleepy texts and forgets in the morning.

when he's tired, he's tired, and he still needs to talk to you. so you'll receive many voicemails with aeons-long pauses between sentences mumbling about the most random things, your essense wrapped up in his paperwork and romance novels.

keeps a diary he's trying to make an epistolary novel.

he's long since kept a diary, but in more recent times, he's started making it an epistolary novel, where he tries to write letters to you about his day. everyone knows where this cringe novel draft is. fu xuan has tried to burn it 5 times.

loves when you play with his hair.

jing yuan's hair is well known for being untameable. he's almost given up on maintaining it several hundered times in his entire life, and he thinks your hands breathe new life into it again, so gentle that they are.

has beef with one person in the maintainance crew of the loufu.

this beef appeared in his youth, and it has carried for hundreds of years now. no one knows how it started (and you think jing yuan doesn't even remember), but to this day, passive agressive requests from the general always make it to that guy. whoever that guy, you wish him luck.

keeps a stash of candy in his room or on him, so that he has something to snack on when working.

in his hidden sleeve pocket, jing yuan always has some candies. usually strawberry, but sometimes tapioca or lemon-flavoured, in case he was suddenly in the mood for change. "sweet items charge you through the day," he responded when you asked him why he carried candies. "and to sometimes hand it to the love of my life when they are down with the weight on their shoulders."

[souriru]

analysing the dorm songs: shiitenpen

quick disclaimer: while my listening and speaking skills in japanese are around the N3 level, my reading and writing are at N5 (the lowest), so if there are mistakes, do not hesitate to point them out! spoilers for the ending of book 7, though not in detail.

while all of the dorm songs feature drums, guitars, other “rock-typical” elements and some elements specific to a culture (eg. scarabia’s dorm song), diasomnia’s dorm song provides a different feel in many different ways, starting with the name. The name is a combination of japanese kanji meaning shii tenpen (恣意天変), or arbitrary calamity,  with the kanji also having specific contexts and usages as well. 

恣 (shi) means arbitrary, selfish. when used as a noun, it means to be proud, self-indulgent, and strongwilled (in a negative sense)

意 (i) means feelings, expression. when attached to the kanji 一 (ichi), it means ‘one track mind’, or devotion. 

天 (ten) means heaven. when combined with 変 (hen or strange), the word becomes 天変 (teppen), which means ‘natural disaster’ (in the sense that it affects the heavens and the earth). 

but why does diasomnia have a song named this?

this could likely do with the ending of book 7, where malleus was legally classified as a ‘natural disaster’, with governments paying night raven college (and our dad who ran away: crowley) to make sure he doesn’t overblot or do something again. 

moving on! is the language different? to compare, we will compare the language used in diadem and shiitenpen (put in hiragana and romaji bc i cannot deal with kanji bro)

interestingly enough, diasomnia (in order to create this "malleus is a lord" vibe) uses old japanese, to a point where many lyric video makers (which i used to refer to the hiragana) have stated that much of the kanji is no longer in use.

diadem: ただ いっすん きらめいた あざやかな ひかり つかむ まで, うんめい に だって おれたち わ わらいとばしてく (tada issun kirameita azayakana hikari tsukamu made, unmei ni datte oretachi wa waraitobashiteku) -> until we catch the light that shines for just a moment (we’ll keep running), it’s fate, so we’ll just laugh our way through it. 

shiitenpen: すべて を きりさく いかずち が かたる しるし を みよ さあ この すいりょく の ひかり の もと に せか�� よ ひざまずけ (subete wo kirisaku ikazuchi ga kataru shirushi wo miyo, saa kono suiryoku no hikari no moto ni sekai yo hizamazuke) -> look at the telltale signs of the lightning that tears everything apart, and now, the world shall kneel under this emerald light. 

in detail:

kirisaku (切り裂く) -> to rip apart; ikazuchi -> another way to read the kanji for thunder; kataru (語る) -> to narrate, or speak; shirushi (印) -> mark suiryoku (翠緑) -> emerald, not to be confused by suiryoku (水力), which means ‘water power’. there is currently no evidence that modern japanese uses suiryoku to refer to emerald anymore, instead using the loan word エメラルド. hizamazuke (跪け) -> to kneel, commonly used by AOT character levi ackerman (in more common media)

through this, it’s pretty clear the vibe that diasomnia is going for— it’s about a powerful leader who struggles to connect because of the power he holds. 

it’s also interesting to note that compared to leona (another prince in the OB gang), malleus has more single lines, and is also a prominent feature in the song (with kazuki kato opening the chorus that is so well-loved). it could highlight the role malleus plays within the dorm itself— as mentioned in book 2, malleus is looked up to as a ‘king’ within the dorm, which, while was mentioned to highlight the parallels between leona (who wants ‘to be king’) and malleus (who would inevitably become king). 

whether this dimension would be expanded on in book 8 remains to be seen! i really hope they do, since there’s a lot regarding the diasomnia dorm (and all the dorms tbh) that hasn’t been covered yet :)

i will be doing all the dorm songs slowly, so uhhhh stick around? send asks/reblog/comment if you want to know more lmao i did over 3 hours worth of research on this

[souriru]

Oh pretty soul Cater, if only you could see yourself the way I (and Rei and Azure and Fungi and Shu and Puo and-) see you 🥺

if only you knew

cater doesn't have to try hard to be perfect. a smile here, a wink there- and compliments flooded his magicam, likes racked up in seconds. it's easy to do something people already expect of you, you don't have to think, or try.

but then you say it. and absoutely ruin it for him.

"oh, cater." you huff-sigh, cheek propped up on your fist as you pore over your textbook. "if only you could see yourself the way i do."

the words hit him like a quiet ripple in a lake, a disturbance in an otherwise smooth performance no one has bothered to question. he’s used to praise, used to affection doled out in emojis and throwaway compliments in his comment section and dms. but this… this isn’t for show. this isn’t about his selfies, his filters, or the version of himself he crafts so carefully.

it’s him. you see him.

his fingers twitch where they rest near his phone, the instinct to deflect kicking in. a playful response sits on the tip of his tongue— aww, babe, you’re gonna make me blush~— but for some reason, he doesn’t say it. instead, he just looks at you. really looks. there’s no expectation in your expression, no waiting for him to turn this into a joke or a picture-perfect moment. you aren’t playing along with the cater diamond show. you just mean it. something in his chest tightens, and he hates how unfamiliar it feels.

still, any kind of habit dies hard. so he lets out a soft chuckle, tilting his head with that easygoing grin that’s fooled so many before. "careful, babe," he teases, voice light, "you keep talking like that, and i might just fall in love."

you laugh, rolling your eyes with a mix of fondness and gentle exasperation, and the conversation moves on, shifting to something easier, something that doesn’t make his heart feel like it’s tripping over itself, but later, when he’s alone, sitting in his room with nothing but the glow of his phone screen, the words come back to him like they never left, never tried to leave. his reflection stares back, perfectly composed, perfectly effortless. he could take a picture right now and it would look the same as every other one he's ever posted- bright, charming, like nothing ever lingers too long beneath the surface.

and yet… your voice lingers in his mind, quiet but persistent.

if only you could see yourself the way i see you.

he exhales slowly, setting his phone down. for once, he doesn’t feel like taking a picture. for once, he doesn’t know what he’d even be trying to capture.

[souriru]

✨️Oh pretty soul✨️ prompt 6 with Leonya pleez 😁🙏 it's giving perfectly planned date gone wrong but with a good ending and I live for that HWKSHWJSJS I wanna see some chaos and Leona being unlucky asf trying to save it with some backup plans that's all thank yew

Here I spin for u again

listen. he had this under control. he did, and he swore to every god existing in every universe that he did. the plan was simple, too- leave nrc's campus, head to a cafe, have something light to eat, maybe a coffee if he was in the mood for it, a long walk through the markets down in the town and the coast, and then head back to a nice restaurant, catch a movie if there's time, and then head back to cuddle at ramshackle after throwing grim out either of the bed of the window.

instead, it had been a disaster from start to finish.

the light, fancy breakfast at the cafe? overcrowded. by the time you two got a table, they were out of half the menu, and the servers looked so exhausted you meekly asked for a croissant to split with leona and a cup of coffee and tea. the walk in the market? again, overcrowded, especially since apparently, the mostro lounge was running an event they hadn't advertised yet (a whole issue considering crowley's exhaustive rules, at least leona got blackmail).

the coast? overtaken by every single couple on the island, either from the town or nrc or rsa. then, a random light shower ruined everyone's dates, leaving the two of you soaking and stranded. leona had tried to salvage things by taking you to a movie you'd been wanting to see for a while now, only for the projector to break fifteen minutes in. and dinner? a last-minute kitchen mishap at the restaurant he'd liked led to a complete shutdown.

so instead of candlelights and your beautiful face in front of him enjoying dinner, he's stuck under the erotic glare of a vending machine, half-unwrapped sandwich in his hand as a trashcan (or the rats) attempts to seduce him for the bread. leona sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i know tonight has been a disaster-"

"hey. i got to spend the whole day with you. i call that a success."

he pauses mid-sentence, green eyes bright in the dark flickering at you. despite everything, you were smiling, smiling like you weren’t sitting in wet clothes eating the saddest meal of your life (or his).

leona's eye twitched as you chuckled. "you got soaked, starved, and scammed out of a good time." he points out dryly, raising an eyebrow as you inch closer to him.

"and yet, i still had fun," you shot back. "guess that says more about the company than the plans." leona huffs at that, looking away, but he knew you caught the way his ears twitched, the way his lips almost curled into a smirk.

"you're such a fucking sap, [name]."

"and yet, here you are, still sitting with me. still sharing your shitty sandwich with me."

"tch." leona takes a quick bite of his sandwich as you look at him in mock horror. smirking, he nudges the remaining bit towards you. "c’mere. if we’re stuck eating garbage, might as well share."

maybe today hadn’t gone the way he planned. but as you laughed beside him, he figured- yeah. it hadn’t been that bad.

"but we still get to cuddle in your bed, right?"

thanks for spinning aivy here's the valentine fic over a month late ;-; also i loved the artwork >:( HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO ME/lh IM SO HAPPY IT HELPED YOU || 533 words

[souriru]

SURPRISE I'm finally requesting smth BQJSHQKS

Ssssomething something angst with comfort with Leonya- the reader's on the schoolwork grind and feels like their efforts are never acknowledged 👍👍👍👍 (I hope that's specific enough GWKDHWKDK 😭😭)

HERE I SPIN FOR U

"okay, that's enough." leona is gruff, slamming your textbooks shut as you look up at him in horror. "get up. let's go." you shake your head, shoving his hand away and opening the pages back up again as you roll your eyes. "can't do that?" he snarls.

"can’t afford to slack off." you muttered. "not like it matters, though."

"so if it doesn't matter... why are you still sitting down?" leona presses you- he always has. pushing, pressing, needlessly rubbing the wrong way, all for the sake of pushing you to be your best self. but tonight was not the night, and you sighed.

"c'mon, leona. not tonight."

"you're gonna grind yourself into dust at this rate." sighing, leona picks you up and tosses you onto his bed, crawling on top of you and leaning in to nuzzle your cheek, effectively shielding you from the world. "use me. use me, okay?"

"but what if it's too much work, and then-"

"shut up." his voice was firm and quiet, cutting off your ramble before it got worse. a strong arm wrapped around you, keeping you against his chest, where his heartbeat was steady and real. "if no one else is gonna acknowledge your effort, then i will. you work too damn hard. and you’re not gonna waste away on my watch."

you swallowed, throat tight, and you could feel the familiar tightness that came before you cried. "you mean that? promise?"

leona exhaled, pressing his forehead against yours. "what, you think i say things i don’t mean?" his grip tightened. "i see you, my love. even if no one else does."

and for the first time in forever, you let yourself breathe. he doesn't comment on the tears that streak down your face, kissing your cheek and nose and lips, chasing those fears away.

thank you for spinning aivy here you go random ahh surprise. 303 words.

[souriru]

could i request twst overblots / dormleaders (if you cant do all, just leona and vil are fine!) with a reader who is like robin from hsr? they're also a singer and halovian etc

the love of a songbird || leona kingscholar, vil schoenheit

the soft hum of leona's pre-recorded guitar solo filled the room, blending with the gentle rhythm of your fingertips against the table. the air was warm, comfortable, and you swayed slightly, lost in the melody playing in your head. across from you, leona lounged on the couch, arms folded, his usual lazy expression in place. but you caught the way his ears flicked, the way his gaze never strayed far. "you talk a big game about being an idol," he hummed, voice low and teasing. "but all i hear is silence."

you chuckled, tilting your head playfully. "patience, my love. every melody needs the right moment to shine." clearing your throat, you sang- soft at first, then stronger, your voice threading warmth into the space. leona sat up slightly, eyes half-lidded but attentive. when you finished, you met his gaze, a quiet challenge in your smile. "well?"

he exhaled, slow and thoughtful. "yeah… you really do shine." his smirk softened as he stood, his voice quieter. "guess i’ll have to keep an eye on you, songbird."

the warm glow of candlelight flickered across the walls of vil’s room, casting gentle shadows as you arranged his room for the surprise you'd prepared for him this evening. the air was filled with the faint scent of florals and something distinctly him- refined, elegant, and comforting. "you want to sing for me?" vil's eyes widen as you push him onto his bed gently with a smile. "well, then. i'd love to hear it."

you start with a smile, gently humming to the tune of a song vil had released a few weeks, grinning as your lover's eyes widened. each note carried an emotion, weaving through the stillness, and as you sang, you caught the way vil’s expression softened and how the tension in his shoulders eased with every passing minute.

when the final note faded, vil exhaled slowly. "beautiful. divine." he murmured, though you knew it was more to himself than you. "you always take my breath away, my love." he smiled, his gaze meeting yours.

hi anon, sorry it took me so long to get to it, i hope you like it! || 343 words

[souriru]

MAY I ASK FOR A VIL X READER FIC WHERE VIL HELPS THEM CHOOSE THEIR OUTFIT FOR A DATE 😳😳

the best dressed for the night || vil schoenheit

the low lights of the boutique bathed the room in a soft warmth as you stepped out of the dressing room, giving your lover a slow twirl as he hummed, eyebrows furrowed disapprovingly. "no, love." he starts as you slump with a sigh. "this does nothing for your wonderful figure, and the colour? hideous on you. you do not have the perfect jewellery to match it right now."

"you could have been a little less harsher, you know?" you huff as you step back into the fitting room, swapping the outfit for another one as you heard vil sigh.

"if you wanted false compliments, you wouldn’t have asked me of all people for help," he reminded you, a knowing lilt in his voice. "and i refuse to let my significant other go on a date with me in anything less than stunning. they deserve better."

"anyway, try the next one," he called, tone softer this time.

you obeyed, slipping into an outfit he had personally picked from the racks. the fabric felt cool against your skin, flowing just right as you adjusted the hem. taking a deep breath, you stepped out, waiting for judgment.

vil’s eyes widened, the usual sharp critique caught in his throat. his lips parted slightly before he regained his composure, standing up to approach you.

"…turn around for me," he murmured, voice quieter than before. you did as he asked, feeling the brush of his fingers against your shoulder as he adjusted the neckline ever so slightly.

when you faced him again, he was smiling. not his usual poised, practiced one, but something softer, more genuine.

"perfection." he finally declared after many quiet seconds of observation. "you’ll wear this one."

your breath hitched as he lifted your hand, pressing a feather-light kiss to your knuckles. "and i’ll have the most beautiful date of the evening."

[souriru]

I DONT REMEMBER IF I ALREADY ASKED FOR SOMETHING OR NOT but can I... like request... female leona x reader.... with leona... being very sexy and very pretty and like kissing the reader... very demure and very mindful

your back pressed lightly against the wall as leona leaned in, her green eyes half-lidded, gaze tracing the curve of your lips like she was committing them to memory. she was close enough that you could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, but she didn’t rush- leona was never one to rush.

"you’re staring, leona." you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

she smirked, her fingers ghosting over your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "can’t help it, baby." she replied, voice smooth, like her silk nightrobe sliding off her sun-warmed skin for the night. "you look too damn good like this. fuck."

your breath hitched as her thumb brushed over your jaw, light as a feather but deliberate, as if she was savoring the moment, before closing the distance. when her lips finally met yours, the kiss was soft. slow, thoughtful, like she was taking her time unraveling and relishing every little twitch and whine from you.

leona’s other hand slid to your waist, her nails just barely grazing over your pants. when she pulled back, her gaze flickered over your face, waiting for some kind of judgement. "that okay?" she asked, her voice quieter now, hushed in the space between you.

you barely managed a nod before she smiled, lazy, pleased, and entirely too beautiful. "good," she whispered, brushing her lips against yours again. "because i’m not done yet."

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT WIFE <3

[souriru]

if you are up to writing ocs pllsssss leodee i miss them so bad 🙏🙏🙏. if not then my typical request of just anything leona LOL

paws off my hoodie!

leodee failed me.... im sorry loser :(( have a cute fic with leona instead || 215 words

leona wasn’t sure when it started. maybe the first time you "borrowed" his hoodie and never gave it back. or the second time, when you wore it in front of him, sleeves dangling past your hands, looking so cozy he couldn’t even be mad at the unwarranted and nonconsentual theft. now, curled up on his couch in his favorite hoodie, you buried your nose in the collar with a happy sigh. leona watched, tail flicking, arms crossed dramatically. "you got your own clothes," he grumbled. you peeked up at him, eyes twinkling, and leona fought the urge to smile.

"yeah, but yours are softer."

"why? ‘cause they’re mine?" "

mhm, exactly." leona rolled his eyes, but instead of arguing, he tugged on the hoodie’s drawstrings, pulling you closer until your forehead bumped his chest.

"if you’re gonna steal my stuff, at least stay put," he muttered, resting his chin on your head. you giggled, wiggling closer.

"mmm… okay." a low rumble vibrated in his chest at the answer. satisfied, he wrapped his arms around you, warmth seeping through every layer between you as you yawned. "…you’re never getting this hoodie back, 'ona." you whispered sleepily.

leona smirked before chuckling, his tail curling around you. "figures. just don’t take my blanket next."

"mm.. no promises, 'ona."

[souriru]

P-part two 👉👈🥺

i don't even remember part 2 of what so here's a smol jack fic where he kisses you lmao have jack kisses for your suffering || 236 words

jack wasn't the type to the impulsive. he liked to think his decisions through, make sure he had all his facts in order before taking any step. but right now, with the way you were looking at him, eyes bright, a little confused, lips parted just enough to exhale at him all confused, he didn’t think.

he just moved.

his hands were warm as they cupped your face, rough but careful, like he was afraid he’d break you if he wasn’t gentle enough, even though he knew you wouldn't break. his ears twitched, tail stilling as he hesitated for the briefest second, and then, before doubt could creep in and ruin him, he closed the distance.

the kiss was soft but firm, rough yet gentle- a bundle of contradictions like the man you'd come to love. he lingered just a moment longer than he meant to, or was likely meant to, savoring the feeling of your touch before pulling away. his ears flattened, golden eyes flicking to yours, searching for something- maybe disapproval, or shock, or something else.

"sorry, [name]." he muttered, voice quieter than usual. "i, uh. i wanted to do that for a while."

you blinked at the low confession, stunned, before a slow smile bloomed at your lips. jack swallowed, ears perking up just as you whispered with a smirk, "then maybe you should do it again."

and this time, he didn’t hesitate.

also i realised this could be the opposite version to this jack fic i wrote last month :)

[souriru]

Ok, you can totally ignore this if you want to but I just love how you write Leona.

So......

Leona with an anarchist reader/Yuu. They simply don't like nor understand the reason for a hierarchy and don't believe that one person should be in charge of a whole kingdom, be it a hereditary "god given right" or not.

That's all, take care and drink water

okay while this was in my drafts, i think anon took the idea to another fic writer... hm. normally i'd be offended by the ask was from january so nvm lol i hope you like it anon. the other one is by @twstfanblog over here. || 405 words

leona exhales through his nose, his finger idly scratching the page of the novel he was reading as he watches you pace the floor of his room. "i'm just saying," you start, hands thrown up in the air, "if people actually worked together instead of relying on one person to make all the decisions, we wouldn’t have to deal with kings who think they’re untouchable."

leona arches a brow, unimpressed with your statement. "and what do you think happens when those same people turn on each other? you think everyone's gonna sit in a circle, hold hands, and make nice decisions together? The second there’s a power vacuum, someone’s gonna fill it, and it's usually the worst possible person."

"not if the structure prevents that."

leona clicks his tongue, placing a bookmark snuggly between the pages before shutting his novel. "not the point. the structure you're talkin' about is ideal, sure. works really well within small groups, the largest one being about 500. no nation in the world has a population of 500 or less- so there's too many moving parts, too many people to control, and too many idiots who can’t think for themselves."

"people aren't as dumb as you think they are, leona." you frown.

"they aren't. but let's say we go to the sunset savannah right now. in the royal palace, would you or would you not be content to let me lead you and give you directives? dress this way, talk like that, don't mention this, blah, blah, blah."

"i.... guess?"

"that's what goes through in everyone's minds. the less knowledge you have, the less control you have. a good leader isn’t just some throne warmer or a puppet, though those situations have occured in the past. they keep the vultures from tearing everything apart. without one, you’d be left with conmen and opportunists running circles around everyone else, no matter how smart they may think themselves."

"so despite everything" you frown. "you think the monarchy is a good thing."

leona grimaces. "no, i don't, you creature who sees things in black n' white. the answer's simple- it's better to have one lion at the top than a thousand rats fighting over scraps."

"wha-"

"these situations are nuanced and complex. it's easy to implement an anarchical society within a certain limit, but society, and your family, will eventually evolve a hierarchy. now the question should be... how does one fight that?"

[souriru]

gentle, gentle, with the froth || viktor x reader

header from @editfandom :) || for my viktor-kissing mutuals, i hope you like it :D || 236 words

recently, you’d taken to making yourself coffee from scratch. you had neither the time nor the resources to do this before, back when the hexgates weren’t in use, but now? you could take some time for yourself, enjoy that cup of coffee as the wind billows in gently through the open window. it’s soft, the froth of your coffee. maybe it’d give you the strength to drag jayce from the stage back into the lab again.

“he didn’t come. again.” viktor’s voice is clipped, resigned. like he didn’t expect jayce to turn up again, as usual. “no matter. come with me.” viktor doesn’t leave much room for argument, and you follow him into the heart of the lab, a glowing hexcore trapped in a makeshift cage as he gestured for you to sit down.

“wait. before you start,” you reach for him, fingers hooking into viktor’s fabric. “here. some coffee.” viktor tilts his head slightly, grasping the coffee like it was some alien creature. “viktor?” 

“ah. it’s nothing, thank you for the coffee.” viktor is still clipped, likely bruised from jayce brushing him off for the nth time again. “did you… make this?” after a short sip. 

“mm, i did.” you respond gently. “does it suit your taste?” 

“mm. bitter, but not too bitter. sweet, though it is not overwhelming.” 

“thank you, vik—” you start as viktor murmurs something you’d never thought you’d hear.

“like you.”