#Naminé Tenebris fic

[nammanarin]

Safe Space (Leona Kingscholar x Reader)

Characters: Leona Kingscholar x Yuu!ReaderWords: 2.6k Notes: She/her pronouns for reader. This was written with my Twist OC (Naminé Tenebris) in mind, so I've tagged this with her as well, but reader is not named or described so this can be enjoyed as a standalone piece. It's my first one, my apologies for any mistakes!

Tags: @demonichikikomori

You: Hey, are you in your room? I’m not feeling great and need to crash for a bit. Sent: 5 minutes ago.Status: Unread.

She bit her lip, shuffling restlessly from one leg to the other as groups of students passed around her, either on their way to or from the Mirror Chamber. The majority of them had just finished their Saturday club activities and were heading to the cafeteria for some food. She looked at her phone again, knowing fully well a reply hadn’t come in the last 10 seconds. With a sigh she stuffed it in her pocket again. She frowned, trying to make up her mind on what to do. She didn’t want to impose. But she also really didn’t want to go back to Ramshackle if she could help it. The noise from the other students was buzzing in her ears and kept her on edge, making it hard to focus on anything other than trying to keep herself under control. A dull throbbing had started behind her eyes, slowly starting to blossom into a pounding headache. If she wasn’t careful and got going soon she’d be out of commission for the rest of the day. She checked her phone again. Her message was still unread. Looking up at the entrance to the Mirror Chamber and another large drove of students heading in her direction, she hugged her bag a bit closer to her and braced herself before starting to make her way through the crowd, trying to block out as much of the movements and sounds as she could. 

The Savanaclaw mirror was crowded with students hanging in the doorway, loudly talking to each other about their various sports clubs. A few of them looked up as they saw her approach and raised their hands in greeting. She managed to offer them a quick wave and shaky smile, feeling her heart start to pound in warning. Someone familiar called out to her from outside, but instead of turning to meet them she dove into the mirror as soon as she saw an opening. 

The glaring sun blinded her as she emerged on the other side, the Savanaclaw air dry and hot. It made her school jacket cling to her body as she started to sweat. She grunted with frustration before peeling it off as quickly as she could. Forcefully stuffing it inside her bag, her shirt was still suffocatingly clammy in the heat. She started towards the dorm building, which was usually a more pleasant temperature than the grounds outside. This time she didn’t stop to wave back at the boys who greeted her in the lounge, desperately climbing up the numerous stairs and bridges as if she was fleeing some invisible assailant.

At this point she didn’t care any more about whatever reply she had or hadn’t gotten; she needed to be away from the world and she needed to be away now. 

After narrowly dodging a few more students she finally turned into the corridor that led to her destination. She paused briefly in front of a heavily decorated door at the end. With unsteady hands she tried the handle. Elated to find it was unlocked (as really it usually was), she swiftly swung it open and closed it behind her. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips before she slumped back against the cool wood, sliding down slightly as she closed her eyes and tried to regain control of her ragged breathing. 

“Oi, someone chasing ya?” Her eyes flew open and darted in the direction of the bathroom door. The owner of the smooth voice stood in the opening with a towel slung across his shoulders, shorts dangerously low on his hips and his long brown hair still damp and unbraided from showering.

“I…” She felt her mask start to slip as she looked at Leona, trembling as the maelstrom of emotions she’d been keeping in all day threatened to explode. She bit her lip and clenched her fists tightly at her sides in an attempt to control it just a little bit longer, his previous lack of a reply and the added frustration that had followed temporarily forgotten. “Please, I just… I just need to…” The words weren’t coming. An invisible iron hand had clenched itself around her throat and chest, choking out any attempt. She wanted to tell him, even if he’d scoff or scold her. 

Tell him how she’d taken on more than she should have, even though the telltale signs were there. That she was fine initially, like she always was. Except, she was running on 4 hours of sleep and there were a lot more spectators at the track club competition than she had expected. But she’d promised both Jack and Deuce that she would come, so she stayed, with Grim in tow.

But Grim being Grim (and predictably so), he’d started to get impatient and rowdy as the races went on, forcing her to firmly grab him and restrain him for the last half hour so he wouldn’t disturb the runners, though it left her unable to fully focus on watching her friends. She did manage to rush them both back to Ramshackle afterwards to have a quick 15 minute lie down before they had to trek over to Heartslabyul to help Trey and the others prepare for the unbirthday party they’d be holding the next day. 

And maybe those 15 minutes would have been enough.

That is, it might have been enough if the busy but initially peaceful baking session hadn’t descended into an absolute shit show. She had been gone for perhaps 10 minutes to get some supplies with Deuce, only to return to Ace and Grim yelling loudly at each other over a box of broken eggs after butting heads over something relatively insignificant. Even the ever mellow Trey couldn’t rescue the situation completely and several handfuls of flour had already been flung through the usually pristine kitchen before Riddle put a stop to it all and ordered them to clean their mess up. 

And so they did, albeit with an unrelenting stream of muttered bickering that had again escalated into a cacophony worthy of a zoo. As soon as the cleaning was done she’d grabbed Grim by the scruff and apologised for both of them to Trey and Riddle, before excusing herself and taking Grim back to Ramshackle before him and Ace could start their argument anew. Even then she had to face a relentless string of questions about all the things Grim wanted to eat for dinner and the like, along with the guilt of not being able to help out like she’d promised.

In the end she nearly lost her patience, all but storming into the kitchen to quickly throw together some sandwiches for Grim before running back out, nearly knocking over Ace who had apparently been ordered to apologise to her by Riddle. She couldn’t even remember what she had told him as she sped off into the distance, desperately in need of a quiet place to unload without being interrupted.

She really wanted to tell him. 

But by now the tears were burning behind her eyes, making it impossible. Leona didn’t need any words though. He was in front of her within the blink of an eye, sliding her bag off her shoulder and dropping it to the floor before wrapping his arms around her tightly. The first tears were now starting to roll down her cheeks, each leaving a red hot trail on her skin. “Just hold me. For a little bit. Please.” She managed to utter in a small voice, her eyes kept firmly on the floor. 

With a soft grunt of acknowledgement, Leona moved them both over to his bed. He sat down with his legs crossed, pulling her over into his lap and moving her legs to wrap around his waist.  She slid her arms around his back gingerly and attempted to settle. He made a disapproving huffing noise before slipping his arms around her, and gently but firmly pulling her fully into his embrace. 

“You don’t have to tell me. I’m not going anywhere. Whatever you need, ‘kay? I’m right here.” Leona said softly, kissing her temple and resting his head on her shoulder, one hand rubbing small circles on her back. She nodded, shuddering heavily as she leaned into his chest and finally allowed the overwhelm of the day to flood out through her tears. She kept her eyes closed, her cheek resting against Leona’s bare skin, listening to the slow and steady drum of his heart. With every beat she could feel herself become more grounded, like a ship that could finally lay anchor after drifting aimlessly for ages, at the mercy of the ocean’s whims.

Her breathing gradually steadied, sitting together in silence as a welcome breeze drifted in through the open window. Leona smelled like a cool burst of rain at the end of a hot summer day after his shower. Trying to not be too obvious, she started to take deeper breaths.

She turned her head a little to look at him. His hair was already drying in the warmth, the long tresses curling into their signature wild look. One of her hands moved up his back, fingers trailing the soft ends around themselves. She smiled - she loved touching his hair. It was both soothing and indulgent. Leona’s eyes were closed, but she noticed the subtle twitch of his ears once she started to gently scratch his back in small, wavy motions with her nails, signalling his enjoyment at her touch.

“... Leona?” “Hm?” She hesitated. One bright green eye opened slightly as Leona peered at her, a silent encouragement to continue.

“Can I…I want to feel your skin on mine. If you don’t mind.”

She could feel the blood start to rush to her cheeks as soon as the words left her mouth, unconsciously making herself smaller against him. She heard him chuckle as he loosened his grip on her, nuzzling the side of her head and pressing a few kisses there. “Need me to help?” With a shake of her head she leaned back, hesitating briefly again before starting to unbutton her shirt. Leona remained steady as ever, though she noted a faint blush on his cheeks when she glanced up at him as she peeled off her shirt, dropping it onto the chair next to his bed. He shuffled back against his pillows, before grabbing her arms and dragging her across him. Carefully avoiding his gaze lest her cheeks would start to burn even more, she wiggled around for a moment to get comfortable. Once she was sure she wasn’t…Pressing on anything that would be uncomfortable for either of them, she allowed herself to snuggle against Leona. A heavy relieved sigh left her lips, finally feeling at peace.

His chest felt cool against her flushed face. Of course they’d cuddled since they got together (duh), but this was the first time they’d done so skin-to-skin. Pleasant goosebumps ran over her as she put her arms around him the best she could, smiling as she felt his close around her in return. She rubbed her cheek against his chest a little, enjoying the smoothness of his skin and the rapid beating of his heart once she kissed his neck a few times. It still surprised her that she could elicit such a response from him, though she was aware that his usual laidback exterior didn’t always reflect what was going on inside. She resisted the urge to bite into his pecs and closed her eyes again.

Leona let out a low pleased murmur and held her close, occasionally leaning in to kiss her forehead. The sky outside was starting to fade into bright orange and pink hues as time went by quietly. She wondered if the sunsets looked like this in his hometown. The sounds of footsteps could be heard outside Leona’s bedroom - students who were presumably heading out for dinner. 

Leona peered down at her.

“Feeling better now?” “Hmhm. Much. Thank you.” “Wanna talk about it?” Her hand drifted over his chest as she thought about it, her lip nervously caught between her teeth. “Look, I don’t care how stupid you think it is. I’m listening if you wanna tell me.” “Hmn…” Leona rolled his eyes at her hesitation and shifted, rolling her over to his side. He sighed heavily and quickly nipped her earlobe before she could protest, catching the skin between his lips straight away to soothe it. She let out a startled yelp, grabbing at her ear as she shot him a look. “Oi, what’s that for?!” 

Leona cocked an eyebrow as he brought his face closer to hers. He blew a puff of air at her, ruffling her fringe. “I told ya, whatever you need, I’m here. You want a hug, you got it. You want skin-to-skin, you got it. Stop acting like I’m gonna eat ya. Thought you’d know by now.” Her cheeks puffed slightly as she pouted at him before dropping her gaze down to her lap, a small stubborn frown remaining. “Yeah, I do know I guess… Just… Didn’t want to be a pain in the ass.” She paused for a moment, unsure of whether she should mention it. “I wasn’t sure if I’d be intruding by just showing up without a reply. You’ve never seen me like this before, it can be a bit much. Even for me. Shit, especially for me. Not really what you want to be dealing with at the weekend, is it?” Leona sucked his teeth wearily and rested his forehead against hers, patiently waiting for her to meet his gaze. “Vargas had us do an extra hour of Spelldrive practice for the interscholar tournament, so I was still in the shower when you texted. Ruggie also messaged to say you were heading this way and looking worse for wear. I was about to call you when you showed up. What kind of dickhead would leave his girl hanging like that, huh?”

He bent down, softly kissing her on the lips until he felt them curl into a smile, only drawing back a little before continuing.

“You were there when I Overblotted. You’ve been there for me even when I shut you out. You’ve been there for all the other ones too. You haven’t stopped running around making sure everyone is looked after since you got here. Yet you still hesitate when it comes to yourself, asking for space so you can just be you, because you’re worried you’re gonna be a burden. What’s a guy gotta do, huh?” Leona grinned, grabbing her tightly before she could protest or wrestle him off, playfully nipping at her neck and collarbone while she yelped in between giggles. He flipped them both over and cuddled her close to him, cradling her head in the crook of his arm.

“I’m here for y-.” She pressed her hand against his mouth before he could continue, leaving him spluttering and glaring at her in a most unimpressed manner. Try as she might, she couldn’t help but smirk at the rare sight. Slowly she lowered her hand, ready to shove it back over his mouth if he started to complain at her antics.

When all that came was a raised eyebrow, she leant close and kissed him deeply and slowly, gently holding his face between her hands. Words didn’t always come with ease and she hoped he understood the feelings she was trying to convey this way, even if the words she was trying to form in her head didn’t. In the end, she didn’t need to explain. “I know. Thank you for being my safe space.”

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