#leona angst

[eliciria]

Ahmmm..

Headcanons for Leona Kingscholar while being friends with benefits with Reader/yuu

Angst and fluff??

a/n : thanks so much for requesting! My first post that actually shows my writing! wow! Sorry if it's a bit more angsty than fluff, i naturally go there hehe. Hope you enjoy!

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cws : suggestive but still fluff, miscommunication phase for like 2 seconds, swearing, kind of ooc leona, potentially happy ending? gn reader

song playing : this is how it feels by laufey ft. d4vd

Leona Kingscholar with a friends to benefit! Relationship

I'll be so real right now, he actually wouldn't do any type of PDA with you. Even if you lean to more of the affectionate and almost lover-type phase of your 'friendship', he won't even attempt to try and hold your hand out in the open.

That doesn't mean he doesn't want to, though.

It's just that his pride kind of gets in the way when he attempts to brush his fingers against yours a little longer.

Pride is also probably the main reason why both of you remain friends. You think he wants to remain friends, while he struggles to pour his true emotions to you.

It leads into a cycle of ghosting then love bombing. The lack of responsibility within the interactions of both of you, before finally missing you becomes toxic.

He misses your supposed first dates, before apologizing later in the night. After reconciling, you'd attempt to meet up with him again past your `nightly activities` , but he misses it again. The cycle repeats.

Frankly, you were a bit sick of it. But you gave him one last chance to talk it out with you after class. To figure it out together.

So when he notices you right after he flirts with a random student(for them to carry one of the group projects, that is). He can't help but regret to have confessed earlier.

You walk hastily, trying to avoid the awkward situation you just witnessed. You finally got your answer, but you wished it wasn't in this way.

You pretended that you weren't in denial, and your actions showed the opposite. You really were. Tears were fighting to come out, and your lips trembled in both sadness and anger.

You only snapped out of it when Leona grabbed your hand a bit too tightly, breaking you out of your train of thought.

"Are you seriously walking away?" He asked you. How funny. You scoff.

"After witnessing that? Any person would."

"You don't understand." Really? Is this how he is going to act? You roll your eyes, tears sliding.

"Just what do I not understand? That you pulled that shit on me? Just how long do you think I can handle this bullshit?" Your voice attempts to remain stable, but the broken sobs break your attempt to look like you didn't care. You were just friends, yes. But the nights where he had "loved" you felt too much now.

" Yuu--"

"What, huh? I'm tired, so tired of you treating me like a whore. Like someone with no dignity. You treat me like a friend, and I'm happy you do. But when we try to step forward, you act like I'm just a fucking bed warmer! Just what do you want from me Leona?! I can't keep up with this. I love you, but I'm tired. Please, just stop-"

You get interrupted with your face being buried in his chest. He was embracing you, with a bit too much gentleness. He was stroking your hair, muttering a "shhh...". You hit his chest again and again, your broken sobs muffled. It would happen all over again. You'd fall again, and he'd do nothing but let you.

He watched as you screamed at him. It was understandable, he had refused to show any sign that he had truly loved you. But when he picked up the noise of students' footsteps, he can't help but want this to be cut short.

Nobody can hear your cries, unless it was him.

He immediately embraced you, both in comfort, and to blur your cries.

As you hit him as he hugs you, he gripped you a bit tighter. The punches were weak, and he was too focused on stopping you from crying.

Students passed by the both of you, glaring at the scene. A couple hugging in a hallway? Out of all the places?

But they rushed on as they noticed his death stare. The second they had tried to look at your face, he was tempted to pounce at them right then or there. He fought the urge to actually commit the act; he simply moved himself so all they would see was his back, and not you.

After a few more minutes of silence, he finally spoke.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I do love you. I really fucking do. The only person I want to see is you. The only person I want to be with is you. I just...don't know how to tell you that. I acted incredibly douchey, so i apologize. For everything. For all the dates I missed. For the missed opportunities to say I love you. For not being able to give you what you deserve. I'll change. Fuck, I'll do anything. I need you, so please. Don't leave."

You remain still, before letting out a jagged breath. You held onto the side of his jacket, and he rests his hand on your neck, the other on your waist. You look at him.

"I won't."

a/n : the cycle continues! if you liked this, please like or repost it! again, my asks are open, and thanks for reading!

[4ngelholic]

"leave me.. don't leave me.."

ft. riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto

cw. angst, might be ooc(?)

! reader = prefect ! no second part !

a/n. kinda got repetitive but at he same time not, sorry lmao 😭

whispers could be heard, it's almost like they weren't even trying to hide it. he shrugged it off simply thinking it wasn't that important for him to intervene. soon enough there was an odd feeling building in his chest when the constant whispering doesn't seem to stop especially when he feels like the topic is about him. and when his close friend tells him the reason why, he can't seem but to feel guilty and not deserving you.

¹ | RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

"why are they together? he's so controlling and strict..."

"watch him start controlling them in their relationship."

"he's scary too.. what would happen to his partner when he forces the queen of hearts' rules onto them.."

─ he figured that it was about him and you when trey told him about it.

─ he wasn't happy about it. when he heard what they said from trey, he wanted to collar them all.

─ controlling? strict? after his overblot incident he was more lenient than he was before. but there's people still chatting their mouths about it?

─ but.. what did you think about all of this? did you think the same way as the others did?

─ please don't.. it hurts thinking about how you would look at him with such disappointment in your eyes.

² | LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

"did you hear about his unique magic? it's so terrifying.."

"it's even more scary knowing he overblotted with such a dangerous ability.."

"knowing that his partner is dating him even after the incident that probably could've gotten them killed is.."

─ ruggie didn't even need to tell him about what the other students were yapping about he could hear them from miles away.

─ if his unique magic is so terrifying why talk about it when he could simply do it to them?

─ not like he could anyways..

─ he barely uses his unique magic. so what's the point in bringing it up?

─ but wait, why did they have to mention you into this?

─ why did they have to mention you being killed by him?

─ what would happen if you were to hear this? would you think that your life is on the line when you're with him?

─ don't you dare cast him away and leave him in the shadows like the rest of them did..

³ | AZUL ASHENGROTTO

"how could they forgive AND date him after taking their dorm?"

"I can't imagine what would happen to them if he breaks up with them for his benefit.."

"watch him use his contracts on them again."

─ no one had to tell him at all about the whispers that was carried and flooded around the school.

─ he accidentally overheard everything when he was returning to octavinelle along with the tweels.

─ jade suggested that he and floyd could take care of them for him so they wouldn't dare to cross azul again.

─ at first, azul almost agreed allowing them to do whatever what they were going to do.

─ then in a flash, your face appeared across his mind.

─ what would you think of him if you found out?

─ would you disagree? or agree with them? even though he doesn't want to admit it, he knows that you deserve better and you shouldn't have forgiven him after what he did to you.

─ what would happen if you do agree..?

─ he doesn't want to lose you. because he knows damn well, you were the best thing that happened to him in his whole life.

─ it didn't matter to him if he had to face his past over and over again. don't leave him.

|| comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! ||

[maopll]

Hello I'm not sure if my request is allowed since i did not see it on the rules so pls ignore it it is not allowed.

May I request Leona, Jamil, Rook and Malleus with a S/O who is suffering from depression? Another thing is they have caught the reader trying to unalive themselves, and harming themselves, their mental health is also getting worse. I'd like to see the boy's reaction and how they'd comfort their S/O(since it it similar to my current situation).

I understand if you're not comfortable with this request or do not want to do it. I also apologize of it is against the rules. I'd also like to say that I enjoy reading your works a lot. Please take care of yourself. Thank you and enjoy your day!<3

Let me heal your scars

| twisted wonderland !

⌗:, scars on the outside heal after a time. but...are there any methods or medications that can heal the scars inflicted on the inside?....

⌗:, a/n: anon I am comfortable with this request as I myself have gone through similar situations but you need to push through ! I hope you find solace in whatever keeps you happy and please don't do anything that might unalive you ! I love you <3 I have added things I kind of felt when situation like those happened

⌗:, warning: mentions of reader unaliving themselves,, trauma,, mental health issues,, read at your own risk ! angst !

⌗:, pairings: leona, jamil, malleus, rook w/ gn!reader

,,your depression has gotten worse. you still have freakish nightmares and you slowly start to wonder "do I really have any worth?" "maybe I am useless" "it is my fault that I always fail". these thoughts keep plaguing you mind it's as if someone is telling you to just k!ll yourself. maybe you should just?....

LEONA refuses to let anything get to his weakness and he would absolutely hate it when someone or something is the reason his cherished herbivore is going through hard times and having negative thoughts. He believed that when you are with him no dark thoughts would engulf your mind but...not everything can be kept at bay...

whenever you would visit savannahclaw you would most wear short sleeves or if you ever wore a long sleeve it would be mostly during winter but short sleeves were your favourite. However he noticed a sudden change in your clothing pattern with you wearing long sleeves more than often and turtlenecks . He may be laidback but he too once aimed for the throne of a king...

He knew you would never tell him so when you were sleeing in his arms he looked under your sleeves and for the first time he was frightened and covered in cold sweat.

" [name]...why do you have those cuts on your hands and on your neck ?" for the first time, your leona was dead serious with anything and his voice was a decible lower than usual. you knew that you would have to provide an atleast believeable excuse to make him believe. but no matter how much you tried to answer you felt as if you were being engulfed by the floor and damn gravity never felt this heavy.

you burst into tears. the thoughts, the pressure of life, the decisions, everything fell on you like a thousand bricks. he sucked at comforting but he knew hugs were your favourite. he told you to cry as much as you wanted to. he patted your back and offered to listen to everything you've been going through those days.

he may not be able to relate with you but atleast he can lessen the pain you've felt.

JAMIL himself had to undergo some strict training in his childhood but he had to admit that whatever happened with you nothing of the sort happened to him. so he couldn't share the nor understand your feelings but just know...that he will do whatever it takes to help you

you would visit his dorms and sometimes dance with him under the moonlight with passion because it was something you wanted to do, something that would be very intimate but recently he saw less passion in you and frequent absences of your presence on many days. he thought you were busy but there's no way that you would be absent for two weeks right?...

he was on his way to Ramshackle dorm to see what you were doing, and if there were any homework, he might help you with those, but he definitely didn't expect your silhouette standing on the highest balcony railing ready to jump. he was frozen with fear. 'there's no way that YOU would do this..'

as soon as he saw your feet leave the railing, he sprinted to the spot where you might fall, and thank goodness he caught you just before you hit the ground. you have some explaining to do cause he was taken aback, he couldn't grasp what was happening and he was definitely sweating HARD.

" WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING JUMPING OFF THAT RAILING ?! DO YOU WANT TO REALLY KI–" you cut him off by shouting "WHY DID YOU CATCH ME I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE LET ME GO" and that was your last straw as tears flowed out of your eyes like a waterfall and you were sure you were crying like a baby at this point.

Jamil can read the room very well so he sighed and said that you can tell him everything later on and he is sure that it is definitely trauma inducing otherwise you wouldn't have tried to jump off

he know how heartbreaking it would be to see you cry but he wants to let you let go of all the pains and sorrows you have experienced these days.

MALLEUS here has no idea. this man child is learning human emotions because he pretty much grew sheltered so he learns them by looking at you. Things that invoke happy emotions, romantic emotions, sometimes sad emotions but what is this emotion that you're feeling right now?

I feel that he is able to sense emotions that his lover feels. dragon instincts I guess. but while most emotions you feel smelled sweet, strong or sometimes like petrichor..this one smelled like poison ivy. why?

he may be learning but he doubts that those scents were anything but normal. while he did want to ask you about it you would just change the subject. he knew you were hiding something. his instincts are on another level when it comes to you

he sensed that you might be in danger so it's best if he investigated it by himself and not long after did he find blood stained knifes and ropes. he was horrified. to think that the one whom he cherishes so much would be trying to part away from him for eternity, to take away their own life. he can't have you do that. not when he already made up his mind to keep you by himself while he rules.

you made sure to check all your surroundings to see if everything was in place but you failed to notice that one knife was missing which malleus brought out in front of you when you didn't notice him. "[name]...why were you doing this to yourself?..." he was sad and heartbroken. his voice sounded like he was on the verge of crying and so were you. he was the last person you wanted to find out about your...intentions of killing you life...

no matter how much you tried to tell him something your mouth would only open just to close the next moment because you just cannot bring yourself to tell him. you dropped down on the floor telling him that "I just can't do it...I can't deal shit with life...everything around me feels like they are judging me..feel like they will engulf me and no matter what I do I'll just be useless all over again.." he couldn't reciprocate your feelings but he can surely make you feel better. such a person as yourself who stays bright and cheery should not be crying on the floor nor should they feel sorrows. he hugged you close to his chest while he told you that he would listen to everything you want to tell him.

if he can't shield you from sadness and mishaps then how can he call himself a worthy ruler who would protect the people..his people? so he would do anything in his power to make sure you never shed those tears again.

ROOK here knew exactly the moment when you seemed more gloomy and down than usual. you would talk less, eat less, and those eyebags were so prominent that they could be noticed from metres away.

Something is not right...he thought to himself. how could his always cheerful and perfect other half be so under the weather these days. looks like he needs to know about the origin of your sorrows. He is a stubborn one so he is going to and he WILL find out whatever or whoever has cause you pain. He knows for a reason that it's gotta be something from the past looking at how you don't want to tell him and looks like he was right....

he is slowly unfolding your bedsheets, opened your drawers, and investigated your kitchen knife. bigger sorrows usually lead to rash decisions and looks like he was right. he is a master archer and hunter. the smell of blood being too familiar to him to be able to trace the scent in the knife being yours.

he knew that it may be a possibility, but the fact being true makes him feel...crestfallen. how? why? when? all these thoughts raced his mind. he knew your reason for doing these would be even worse and heartbreaking. but he had to confront you and comfort you. so that's when you seeked you out in the middle of the night when you were almost going to drift off to slumber.

"[name]...were you trying to hurt yourself?" your eyes grew wide like saucers. you've never seen rook look so dejected and serious. you told him yes and showed him all the scars that wrapped your body. you felt tears threatening to spill from your eyes and..oh? why do your cheeks feel wet?...

his usual signature smile was now a ghost of itself and he had a frown. he hugged you as tight as possible and let you freely cry all over on his chest. he shushed you softly and told you to tell him everything you went through and let go of those past emotions.

with him here he swears to never let anyone or he himself be the reason of your tears. he can't afford to see his amoureuse stain her beautiful face.

a/n: sometimes you just need to let go of all those who belittled you or trampled over your pitiful self. you should now grow a stronger version of yourself and start your life anew <3

[merotwst]

DRAGGED MY FEET RIGHT DOWN THE ISLE !

‹ . housewardens ›

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⇝stuck in a failing and/or loveless marriage with them.

[ n: thank u for 600 followers, everyone! special thanks to @v-anrouge and @/love-thanatopsis for helping me so much with this fic i love u sm this is for u i hope u like it ! not proofread. ]

{ - - - → tw. angst. cheating, alcohol, arguments, aggression, mention of children on kalim's part, gaslighting, mentions of divorce, unhappiness and basically anything u would associate with marriages that just aren't working out exdee. just sad vibes here so stick around if ure in the mood to cry </3 }

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riddle rosehearts ‹ heartslabyul ›

he sat behind his desk, rubbing his temples in exhaustion. but despite the lingering tiredness of the day, you would think riddle would be ready to head himself to bed and get some proper rest, right? wrong. he feels like a man being sent off to war.

he'd have much rather spent the night in his office with a blanket and a pillow on the couch. the neck pain would be an easier form of misery to endure than having to spend an hour in a room with tension he often compares to a sinking ship with no lifeboats.

it almost seemed like you lived in separate worlds. he worked, you did whatever it is a dutiful partner does. only you did it far, far away. to your parties you went and talked to your friends, to his meetings he went and shared some good brandy with his own company. you both come home and head to your own separate chambers.

when you're out together you put on a good display of affections for everyone to see. holding hands, kissing each other on the cheek, smiling as if it were all just you against the world. how suffocating.

but behind the facade is an empty world. an empty house. empty hearts. just the clinking of sliver ware on the quiet dinner table sitting eight feet away from each other on both ends. silence was the only way to keep yourselves afloat. distance was your own form of a makeshift lifeboat because your vows at the altar were your own ways of saying it was ‘every man for himself’.

you were two strangers forced to live under the same roof.

and if it were not for his mother trying to salvage your miserable marriage—the marriage of her own engineering—by getting you both to sleep in the same room together, he would have been perfectly content with that dull, dreary, miserable lifestyle. the lifestyle once again, enforced onto him by his beloved mother.

the redhead leaned forward from his leather chair. a breath through his nose, exhaling through his mouth. his hand reached for the whiskey on the table and took one last sip before standing up, mentally hoping you were out to a party with your insufferable company of people. because if not, it's going to be another long night of sad, silent agony in a king sized bed—a sinking ship with no lifeboats.

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leona kingscholar ‹ savanaclaw ›

“open this door right now, [name]! stop acting like a damn brat!”

as the prince yells out that last word he pounds on the door more aggressively than he initially did. it echoed across the halls. the sounds reverberate and bounce back to reach his ears reminding him of the torment of his existence. all his efforts, efforts he never wanted to exert, all come in for naught. this always happens to him. this was the bane of his existence. falena gets the light shone in his face and the cheers and acknowledgement of everyone around him, he gets to pound on a door trying to get his partner to come out of their bathroom because they are late to the party where it was essential they should attend.

‘it takes two to tango’, they say. how does one dance when the other party can't even sit down for one second and look you in the eye without making you feel like you're the biggest burden to have ever arrived in his life? how does one cope with the resentment that's so evidently there? the contempt held for you when you enter a room together and he immediately drops your hand the second everyone starts looking away? you aren't his partner. you are nothing but a prop to him. to get his family off his back. he couldn't even do as much as acknowledge you whenever you entered your chambers alone.

people surround you day after day but you've never felt more alone in your life.

and as leona banged and screamed and twisted the knob the way he twisted your heart up and squeezed it dry, you pulled your knees close to your chest. biting your quivering lower lip till the metallic taste of blood filled your senses.

the light from the open door illuminates the room. your comfortable corner in the bathroom invaded by the lion's dominating presence. and as he watched you, gripping the fabric of your attire like it was your only other anchor to sanity, you felt him soften. ever so slightly, his shoulders eased up. his eyebrows raised a little from their initial cross direction and his eyes showed a hint of melancholy—no... pity. his shadow loomed over your curled up form, cast from the light outside that only reached you and him.

he did not do anything else. he just slightly clutched the key he held in his hands that he used to open the door a little tighter. he watched you for a moment, as if he were observing a small animal being cornered by a predator. silence enveloped the room only broken by your occasional pathetic sniffle and sob. he then turned on his heels.

“change your clothes, they're all wrinkly now. we leave in ten minutes.”

he closed the door to the room and the darkness enveloped you once more.

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azul ashengrotto ‹ octavinelle ›

the vase shattered as it hit the wall barely missing your husband's head. all the jewelry on your dresser tossed and strewn all across the floor. the clothes, the shoes and all the other vain things he'd given you as a consolation for never being home, never being available, never being a husband.

the thing about azul was that he could be a good actor whenever he wanted to be. it's essential for a businessman to know when to play a poker face, when to seem interested or whatnot. he'd mentioned that in passing back then when he would actually talk to you before you were married but now you forget the details. now that you think about it, back then he must have been acting, too. to gain your affections. to make you fall in love with him. so he can achieve his own greedy little goals. you look over at him and can't help a bitter laugh escape your throat.

he gave you a sharp look, “what is it that you find so humorous in this situation, darling?” the businessman asked in a mocking voice, “finally gone mad, have we?”

you turn to him, a small, resentful grin on your face, “oh honey you know i'm always mad for you!” you scream the last part as you hurled one of your favorite shoes at him. your husband was quick to evade this causing it to fly directly to one of your bedroom lamps. the two items fell to the floor with a clatter and smash. the sound of breaking glass mirrored your breaking heart.

azul opened his mouth, a string of insults flowing from his tongue so freely and you mirrored this by shooting your own painful words at his direction. the mingling angry voices bounced across the four walls of the room.

this was not the life you envisioned with him. where was the sweet, suave man that held your hand so gently and softly as he brought you to dinner? where was the kind, generous soul and took a short portion of his day to see you and personally deliver his flowers to you? where was the funny, charismatic person that charmed your family so much they were practically begging you to marry him? where was the husband that vowed to love and to cherish you at the altar?

that man was replaced by the empty space on your bed, the flowers delivered to you by random people you didn't know, the shoes and clothes and other ridiculous things he probably doesn't even pick out himself. and you would sit alone at your home, in front of a full sized mirror that reflected your pathetic state by showing you the tears that streamed down your face night after night that azul spent on his stupid company. the company which you made possible for him by marrying him. what a fool you are.

objects flew, tears shed, hearts broken.

but the saddest of all is that each and every one these things only seem to come from your side of the room and not his.

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kalim al-asim ‹ scarabia ›

you sat in your bedroom, watching the seconds tick by. the clock's hands showed it was two in the morning. normally you would expect a married couple to be in bed together asleep at this hour, but not for you. these days, it seemed to be a somewhat better though. as of late, he was usually out because of the hectic pressures of being head of the family and jamil would attest to this fact.

he'd promised you he wouldn't see her anymore. you wanted to make it work. you begged him to try to make it work with you—even if only for the children. and he agreed. and somehow, this sparked some home in your bitter situation. and that made it bearable for you.

you sat, then stood, then paced, then sat again. restless energy built up in your body thinking of what to say to him when he comes through the door. things were looking up and you wanted to help him relax after another very stretched out day. it's the least you can do for him. after all, no matter what the situation, kalim was always kind to you. he always made you feel like you mattered and listened and made you feel valid. you are essentially the parent to his children and so he made sure he was treating you well to an extent.

but that... that just isn't enough. you're his partner. you needed to feel like his partner. someone he could turn to, someone he could talk to, someone he could run to whenever things got bad. but kalim always kept you at arm's length. he was your husband but he could never completely be a husband.

because he did not love you.

he loved—loves her.

it shows on his disheveled hair. it shows on the perfume that you smell on his clothes. it shows on the lipstick stains on his neck. it shows on the look of shock on his face when he sees you awake. waiting. disappointed.

your twiddling fingers drop to your sides the same way your heart dropped and shattered on the floor. the exhaustion evident on your features when you sit down heavily on the soft cushions of the sofa.

“[name]... i... i thought you were asleep...” kalim sputtered out. he sounded like a child who was just caught snooping around the kitchen late at night.

if only it were as simple as stealing cookies from the kitchen cupboard at two-thirty.

“and i thought we were trying, kalim,” you replied flatly.

he didn't respond. you didn't want to stay. you couldn't. so you stood up and looked him straight in the eye—they looked guilty. and... they feel sorry for you. you hated it.

you turned around, not giving him time to finish whatever ‘explanation’ he had come up with again. you couldn't bear it. you refuse to cry for him—not anymore. you're exhausted and you couldn't bear to be inside that suffocating room with him any longer.

“i'll sleep with the children tonight.” you say before heading to the door leaving your husband and your broken heart along with him.

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vil schoenheit ‹ pomefiore ›

‘there's no business like show business!’

this is true for the most part. it has its ups and downs but vil personally never had much of a say in the matter of whether he would be in the public eye or not. all his life he'd been under the spotlight. the blinding flashes of the cameras, the bright lights of the stage, the softboxes and umbrellas that would make any normal person squint and and turn away don't even make him flinch. but that's not to say it wasn't exhausting.

of course that was the small price to pay for a profession such as vil's. he has made the many greater sacrifices to get where he is in life. and although people who don't live the lifestyle he had would feel the intimidation of the showbiz world, he was surprised you didn't seem like it bothered you much at all.

the people of twisted wonderland adored you when you both started dating. it all seemed like a perfect fairy tale whenever they saw you and vil liked that. of course they weren't really far off. at the beginning it did seem like a fairy tale. you were perfect and even to himself it felt too good to be true.

and sure enough, it was.

majority of your dating life with vil was private but later down the line, after you got married, you both became more public about it. posting more pictures, going out together, attending events.

headlines of ‘the perfect couple’ turn into ‘the luckiest man alive’(referring to vil), to ‘[name]! the real star of the show’.

wherever vil went, people would ask for you. even in movie interviews meant for him—starring him. they were looking for you. they wanted you. they, “only really came because we thought [name] would be here!” in events where he was supposed to be the main attraction.

it's always you, you, you.

and at first he didn't mind. he was proud to have you as his partner. he even did feel like he was the happiest man alive for a while. but the more people asked for you, the more he felt the disappointment and sadness morph into something more bitter. his years and years of endless hard work and silent suffering against neige all came crashing back down in a repeating dance of fighting for acknowledgement. to be recognized as himself. and he thought he was finally over all that. working twice as hard and feeling—being overlooked. but you... he knows you don't do it on purpose. it's not your fault you're so easy to love. vil knows you would never purposefully overshadow him but whenever he sees you in the red carpet waving and smiling at the crowds all cheering and chanting your name like you were some sort of otherworldly being, he couldn't compete.

the way they all run to you without even so much as acknowledging his presence beside you felt the same as getting thrown tomatoes at and booed to him. and he remembers he was even booed at some point for not bringing you along on a public trip!

he didn't know when the sadness fully morphed into bitter resentment but whenever you were alone he found himself criticizing your every move. his subtle, snide remarks of your (perfectly well) clothes turned into full on insults. sometimes he would even guilt you into not attending events you were exclusively invited to.

and he knows you would never betray him. so you take it all quietly. you knew leaving vil would only villanize him more in the public eye. no matter what, he was still your husband and you made a sacred promise on the altar.

you both smile for the cameras in public, the mirage of the most perfect couple to be advertised to the whole of twisted wonderland. but behind closed doors are the heated arguments, the endless screaming, the nights you spent alone in your once lovely home curled up in bed.

your husband might have loved you once, and this hurts him just as much to admit—but vil can never love you again in circumstances like this. but you're both given no choice but to bear it.

there really is no business like show business.

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idia shroud ‹ ignihyde ›

there is no doubt idia shroud is a clever man. he’s a genius in more ways than one. he knows how to stand out in his own. he knows how to turn a situation in his favor and this isn’t just because of his years and years of experience in strategy games or looking for ways to try and escape social situations he hates so much, but also because he’s just a master at running away from situations.

the only situation people thought he could never escape from was standing with you at the altar. the “most horrifying” day of his life.

to think a hermit shut-in nobody like him would find himself in a lifelong commitment with someone is just absurd. but here you are in your miserable state of trying to get him to get out of his room. constantly bugging him to spend time with you—he’s already married you! is that not enough?

idia shroud is a clever man. he’s a genius in more ways than one. he knows how to turn a situation in his favor. and he’s spent enough time with you to know exactly how to break you without getting his hands dirty.

he finds himself buying a different house, far from where you are. under the guise of working better with no distractions. lies of saying he would call but never did.

endless nights of you pacing your room, phone to your ear hearing the ringing over and over and over again.

it just kept ringing and ringing and you wanted it to stop. you needed it to stop. you needed an answer.

and when the other line of your connection was the sound of company—of a companion—who was willing to give you the attention you deserved from such a cruel life, idia finally shows himself.

idia shroud is a clever man. he’s a genius in more ways than one. he knows how to turn a situation in his favor. and he’s always known how to win a game. you've fallen into his trap. he has the receipts of your conversations with the other person you were seeing, the photographs, the evidence. and as he slid the piece of paper and pen towards you on the other side of the table, a cocky grin on his face feeling like he'd finally got exactly what he wanted, he caught a glimpse of your sadness.

your melancholy in the way you picked up the pen and read through the divorce papers of his orchestrating. idia felt a tsunami of guilt wash him away as the sight of all the pain he caused you was so vividly clear to him now. but instead of signing, you drew a line across the piece of paper that was his path to ‘freedom’. and what idia saw that replaced the sadness in you was anger. resentment. betrayal of the worst kind.

there is no doubt india shroud s a clever man. he’s a genius in more ways than one.

but he is also a fool to think you were going to take all these hits lying down.

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malleus draconia ‹ diasomnia ›

people had given you a heads up before you got married that malleus draconia was a serious man.

he married you, sure, but you didn't know what you expected out of this marriage. after all, a marriage arranged by two families didn't really promise much on the love department and your made peace with that.

but you didn't expect the lack of affection to be in this extent.

he wouldn't touch you, let alone even look you in the eye. malleus was constantly busy in his study or going out to attending other formal gatherings. The only times he would come around to spending a portion of his day with you was during dinner. and they were long, painfully quiet dinners.

he had a duty as the prince of briar valley, after all. but you understood that. but sometimes you lie around your empty bedroom thinking about how your life could have been so much more better. the agonizing silence, the awkward touches, the forced smiles. it all felt so terribly depressing.

surely your husband could at least pretend to be comfortable when he's spending the day around you. but somehow it's always just some form of... indifference. whenever you would show small forms of affection like touching his hand or giving him a kiss, he would just stand there, not returning. not reflecting the same amount of affections as you did with him.

and of course you tried your best to make it better. consulting those closest to him to you try to understand him whenever he talked about things he was interested in. you tried to show support on his projects and his interests. you even tried to get invested into the gargoyles and architecture he so dearly loved and finally you thought it worked.

the occasional invite to tea, the small acknowledgements, the small talks about the things he liked. you felt like all your hard work started to pay off.

but when you made your way through the long corridors of the castle with a box of something special in your hands picked especially for the prince one afternoon, your feet came to a halt in front of the mahogany double doors of his study.

two voices—muffled by the barrier between you and the people in the room but it was enough to hear the all important parts of the conversation.

“it all is such a pain, lilia,” he said, “they're constantly trying to catch ny attention. to show me affection. but it all just feels so... miserable.

“i have tried to take your advice. to be more open and responsive to their advances but it just doesn't work. i cannot love them the way they want me to.”

the conversation goes on but you could no longer listen. the ringing in your ears were far louder drowning out any other sound around you.

you made your way back to your chambers silently slipping away.

that night malleus asked about the present left in front of his study and you only sighed softly in response

“it's simply my misery, sir.”.

© merotwst 2023 • do not steal, translate, copy or reproduce

[nemisisnemi]

The only constant...is angst (and also the bandage on his eye)

Here are the closeups for the different Leonas from the animation

[cvlutos]

♡L.K | HE DOES | ANGST [TW: SUGGESTIVE, CHEATING]

They say that cruelty of oneself makes a man crueler than one ought to be.

He likes you.

More than like. He loves you. He does. He loves your smile. Your eyes. Your hair. Your lips. Your skin. All the things you dislike, he loves. Every flaw you find upon your skin, ever feature that makes you sigh, every glance that has you grimace. He loves it all. And with silent touches and fluttering kisses and linger like the warmth of the sun and the tingle of flames, he wipes all away. And he'll do it everyday if need be. He loves you. He does.

Just not enough.

He's the second prince with a chance to rule. To sit upon a golden throne that's been denied from him. He's waiting—hoping—for this very scenario. For this very moment. And he can't give it up.

He needs a queen.

One to rule beside him. He loves you, he does.

He wants you to know that he does, and he still will. Even as he has to be away for most days. Even as his letters, his texts, phonecalls dwindle day. He loves youm

Visits you on warm summer nights, bare legs entwined with yours, kisses of heat and passion as if he never for a moment left you. As he he's waited all his life to be here, to be here with you. Cupping your face as you lay beside him, thumb dragging along your cheek. Whisper soft rare 'i love yous' til morning.

He never leaves without it.

Without his ring of gold that he wears on his ring finger. He never forgets when he leaves you in ruined sheets as sun bleeds through the curtains. With every ache and bruise that litter your skin, ever place he kissed, burns. He leaves you feeling cold.

The King after the passing of his brother. Your love. That isn't quite yours. That will never be quite yours, at least not anymore.

Who visits only in the dead of night, who won't listen to your complaints, to your begs. To your cries of wanting him to forget you, or either choose you. You beg him to make this end... He's married. You know that. You do. Yet, he's warm. He makes you feel so loved. He does.

He likes you.

More than like. He loves you. He does. He loves your smile. Your eyes. Your hair. Your lips. Your skin. All the things you dislike, he loves. Every flaw you find upon your skin, ever feature that makes you sigh, every glance that has you grimace. He loves it all. And with silent touches and fluttering kisses and linger like the warmth of the sun and the tingle of flames, he wipes all away. And he'll do it everyday if need be. Yet he won't be there everyday. He wont be there to console you, to love you as your should be loved.

He's married...

And not to you...

They say that cruelty of oneself makes a man crueler than one ought to be.

[twistedblunderhand]

Leona angst?:

I know being at NRC is a choice for Leona, but he really misses/longs for adult friendships/connections. Like, yeah he has friends in NRC, but they’re all minors and he’s 20 and I feel like the fandom forgets that sometimes. It might be part of the reason he’s depressed ((obviously not the sole reason, but it definitely doesn’t help things)). It’s not necessarily bad to be 20 and have friends who are 16/17, but there’s definitely a difference in how those relationships work compared to how adults are friends with each other.

If you’re yuu/canon yuu is around like- 18-24ish, I feel like he’d make some kind of an effort to be friends with them cuz of this and also- Ik Sam in game is like 25 but he’s working all the time and has a life outside NRC, so while I’m sure Leona talks to him some I don’t think they’re really friends

[shibainu2006]

The angst that everyone wanted...

Honorable mentions

@killersweetie

@marcythehumble

@v-anrouge

@the-dumber-scaramouche

@merotwst

@eccedentesiast-sapphic

Author's note: I hope you all enjoy this and have your hearts wrenched... I cried while writing this... Y'ALL KNOW HE'S MY FAVORITE

Warning: Mentions of death

Our last goodbye...

Today was the day...

You weren't expecting time to fly by so quickly...

The two of you had your fun, but now it was time for the curtains to close.

The show was over. It was a peaceful end.

One that you weren't ready for...

After centuries of loss and betrayal, you finally got something good in your life...

After so long..

Now, he was leaving you..

You were knelt next to him on his death bed, tears welling up in your eyes.

He was old now.

His hair had turned gray, and his skin wasn't as smooth as it used to be, unlike you, who never aged...

A gentle hand reached your cheek, caressing it softly, and you leaned your face against his palm, resting your hand over his.

"Don't cry herbivore..."

That nickname... the one he called you ever since the day you met.

It almost hurt to hear it now.

"Smile for me... one last time before I go..." He pleaded, and you obliged, giving him your brightest smile through tears that fell uncontrollably.

He gave you a small grin, as the color receded from his face.

You watched helplessly as his eyelids fluttered shut and his hand went limp against your face.

He was gone now...

And all you could do was weep, holding his cold hand against yourself.

You wanted so badly to hear his voice... to see his smile, to be in his warmth once again...

But alas, he was no more. He was not of this world anymore.

.....

Days had passed, and you were given Leona's ashes and taken to the savanna to scatter them, therefore freeing his soul.

You weren't ready to let go yet, but you had to.

You hesitantly opened the urn, poured out his ashes, and let the wind do the rest.

He was free now.

You only traveled further into the peaceful grasslands, finding tall grass and lying in it.

Now curled on your side, you cried.

You cried until there were no tears left.

Until you were asleep...

There was a gentle breeze that felt so much like a kiss from Leona, and the grass covered you like a blanket.

It was almost as though he was holding you, just as he would when you napped together...

Your heart ached.

You missed him so much...

.....

By now, a century had passed, and you were on your last leg.

Your body had given, and you were all skin and bones.

You had not eaten that whole time, and nature had quite literally grown on you.

You took one final breath, and you too, were gone.

A gentle hand held yours, and when you looked to see who it was, you cried.

You cried tears of joy.

It was Leona in all his glory! He was young again...

Just how you remembered him..

"Miss me?" Leona chuckled, "Come on. Everyone is waiting for us."

The end~

[captain-liminal]

This your bitch ass?? 🤨

[spadecentral]

👑 Prince Promise | Leona Kingscholar x Reader

>> requested: no >> a/n: happy birthday Skai!!!!! love ya <3 also just a disclaimer im not that happy with the first couple of paragraphs so just pretend like its normal pls

>> masterlist: here!! >> summary: you and leona run away together to start a new life. unfortunately, a prince cannot always run >> reader prns: not specified >> warning(s): second person; fire; no dialogue;

You, a royal gardener, had begun to catch Leona's eye. So when Leona had some free time, he had always fund himself staring over at you, whether it be from inside at a window or outside underneath a tree. And what was good about being an unwanted prince was that he had a lot of free time.

The way he watched you with loving eyes confused the royal workers. They had never seen the prince so smitten before.

The first time he talked to you, he was very nonchalant. At least, he was on the outside. If you were able to read his mind, or get past the fact that a literal prince was talking to you, you would have noticed how nervous he was. How nervous he was of fucking up. How scared he was of doing something wrong.

And you fell so hard for him. Like, head-over-heels hard. Like, I-will-rip-out-my-heart-and-serve-it-on-a-nice-fancy-china-plate-for-you-to-stake-a-knife-into hard. You fell for him so hard that it would be less painful for you to repeatedly hit your head on a brick wall several times.

He had already fallen for you, however. He was just waiting for you to catch up to him.

When he suggested that the both of you run away together, you couldn't believe your ears. You? Run away with him? The prince of Sunset Savannah?

And what shocked you even more was the immediate yes that tumbled from your lips.

The palace gardeners weren't surprised to find your bedsheets stripped from your mattress and your clothes nowhere to be seen the next morning. They had taken bets actually, on when you two would run away.

They knew that no one was going to accept some gardener as the partner to their prince, no matter how in love you were.

You two had found a quaint little house on the outskirts of some small town, and Leona had bought it right away.

But to be honest, your first night in your own house with Leona was nerve-wracking. You still weren't accustomed to being in the same room with him all the time. And sharing a bed with him?! That was a completely new experience.

Though Leona could sense your uncomfortableness and had said several times that he could sleep on the couch if you wanted him to, you told him that it wouldn't be necessary. You wanted nothing more than to be near him. To be close to him. To be within two feet of him, holding his hand or brushing your fingers together.

And in that bed during the first night of your new beginning together, he had tenderly kissed you on the lips.

The two of you had lived comfortably in that house for a little under a month at this point. It had worked surprisingly well, 'it' being your relationship. There was the perfect balance of responsibilities divided between the two of you. You had even started your own little farm in your backyard, growing lettuce, squash, and tomatoes.

Leona had left to grab some things from the village. Some cheese, sausage links, and a nice bottle of wine. You both we're going to celebrate one month together in the comfort of each other's presence.

Thankful he was finally able to leave the town square, he headed back home. Even though he was never really fond of the people in the village, he made due. For you.

He was about a third of a mile away from home when he knew something was wrong. The smell of smoke was too strong for you to have only set a fire in your fireplace.

Not caring about the food, he immediately dropped the bags and ran. Ran towards you.

His stomach felt like it had dropped through his feet when he got to your home. Red and orange flames danced in the air as the building crumbled on top of itself.

He knew that you weren't going to make it out alive. But he still ran. Ran towards you. Ran towards home.

His tunnel vision was cleared when he was held back by palace guards.

And thats when he remembered something he had heard all the time when he was growing up. Something that his parents would always say to his retched brother.

"Son, it is like treason to not marry a person of a royal status. You must not break the hierarchy. No matter how much you love someone."

An eye-catcher was never a good idea. Especially when you catch the eye of Leona Kingscholar. Not because of him. But because of the people who wish to keep him within arms reach.

>> twst taglist: @tulipluvlettr | @ghost-hyacinth | @gh-0st-y | @ch3lun | @oseathepebble | @ventisaircurrent | @epelys | @pastelmages | @xphantasmagoriax | @atlasnessie | @divinesapph | @mystaposts | @ze-maki-nin | @v-anrouge

[dipperdc]

At Some Point

Leonax reader

Note: a lot of people liked my last Leona post so have another 👍. Sorry it's so short

At some point you realized he will never love you the same again.

You will never be the one he wants to protect. You will never be the one he looks forward to seeing anymore. He doesn't smile when he sees you like he used to. His eyes don't light up at the meer mention of you. He doesn't even bother treating you the same anymore. He doesn't make an effort to spend extra time with you. He tells you to back off whenever you get remotely close. He rejects your advances. He rejects you.

Now your just stuck remembering all the times you spent together. How he'd wrap his arms around you when you were cold or sad and let you lean into him. How he'd let you go on rants and he would share his deepest thoughts, that he would never share with anyone else. How he'd learn all of your favorite interests just to try and gain skills in them to impress you. How he'd make excuses to be near you and let you fill up all his free time. How'd you go from that to this?

Now your most recent memories were filled with nothing but hurt and racing thoughts. Thoughts on how his face visibly dropped and sullened when you said you loved him. At that point you knew. He fell out of love. And it was to painful to continue this one sided.

You walked up to him like usual to walk to the dorms together. But this time it wasn't excitement to see him on your face. No, it was puffy eyes, trembling lips, and a tear streaked face. Every thought racing in your head made every feeling worse. Your an inconvenience to him, you weigh him down, he could be happy if you just left. All this pressure in your stomach and chest just kept getting worse. Your throat clenched to hold back a cry, yet tears already started streaming down your face.

"what did I do?" Your voice cracked as you spoke.

"what?"

"what did I do for you to not love me anymore?" You words came out wobbly and strained. He blinked at you, surprised. You couldn't even make eye contact, you just sniffled and kept your eyes on the ground.

"I'm sorry, for whatever I did. But please, baby, please. If you don't love me, say that." Were you really gonna beg for him?

"I'm sorry, I just don't see you the same anymore"

Fuck, you knew he didn't love you anymore but hearing him say it out loud was torture. You didn't realize it but your breathing was a lot harder and faster. You knees felt weak. So many thoughts and feelings rushed through you. It felt like withdrawal.

"was it something I did?" You held back a sob.

"No, it's just you. I don't love who you are or what you could be anymore". With that he just walked away.

[pumpkinguts114]

Help i cant find a twst fic, it was like about the mc going back home after a fight or smth with one of the boys (i think it had leona and floyd) and them regretting it, then the sequel had the aftermath years later and they like go see leona and he thinks its a dream. The floyd part had like him being denial and having a shrimp plushy and he would go on daily strolls with it on the beach and azul and jade were tired of it

PLEASE ITS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR MONTHS

[haru-natsuka]

Hello! I'm a big fan of your First Step Leona Fanfic. I wanted to ask if you could possibly make a part 2 to it? Like they wake up and Reader is just in shock of what happened. It doesn't have to go like that and you can reject this but I wanted to ask. Thank you for your time!

Yesss, I will do part 2 for this one and using The Lion King storyline as my guide. In Twisted Wonderland the main character would be the villain after all so let's give them theirs right. Give me 2 months though to prepare

[maopll]

Helloooo! I saw your ,,pretty boy" post i love it!

I hope I don't break any rules or make you uncomfortable but I would like to request something.

I absolutely love hurt/comfort where reader is the one that comfort the character. So can I request nightmare comfort with overblot gang? (If not then maybe only Leona and Malleus) Let's say they cry in their sleep bc they were dreaming about hurting their s/o and they wake up without reader anywhere. Let say they went to bathroom or to get water and they come back seeing their lover in tears?

I hope it's not too much! Feel free to ignore it

(and can I be 🫐 anon? I think I will be here a lot ;D )

I will be by your side

a/n: 🫐 anon you did not break any rules and thanks for the hurt comfort I crave these. forgive me but I couldn't find a suitable picture for this fic :") and I'm not doing everyone but ills include riddle with leona and malleus

characeters: leona, malleus, riddle

warning: graphic content, nightmares, blood, please do not read if you're uncomfortable !

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Leona Kingscholar

leona doesn't really admit it but he saw the face you made when he was sane after he overbloted he saw how touching your hands made you flinch

it pained him how just a simple touch from him made you flinch and your lips shaked from it

now he saw a nightmare which was like a fuel to his fears

he overbloted and hurted you

your breathing ragged with a big wound on your stomach as blood gushed out from it onto the floor

he was just standing there as if he froze and he was not even moving his hand

he wanted to scream but nothing came out

until your body suddenly dissipated

he jolted from his bed

he saw how much he was sweating but he got more scared when he couldn't find you beside him

he ran to find wherever you were just please don't disappear

then he saw you pouring yourself a glass of water

you noticed leona and rushed over to him because he was in a really REALLY bad condition

he just hugged you close and didn't say a word. all he wanted was to feel you and take in the scent which would always calm his nerves

Malleus Draconia

malleus never really had any nightmares and he never used to dream that much

if he ever did he would usually forget them

but after his overblot with you being there on the scene terrified of him because he was no longer sane was the most heart breaking sight he ever saw and vowed to never hurt you

but why

just why were you dying in his arms ?

you face no longer smiling and having the warmth which helped him go through the toughest of days and the sweet voice that would lul him to sleep

unable to take in the sight infront of him he shouted to the top of his lungs

then he woke up in cold sweat but then he started to panic when you were no longer found beside him

he scurried from the bed just to find you in the bathroom

he broke down right there and you got so confused about it, but you didn't question because he clearly had a mental breakdown right now so you just kissed his tear stained cheeks

Riddle Rosehearts

he noticed how scared and terrified you were of him when he overbloted

so after the whole situation he made sure to comfort you a lot and not be so rude to you like he was before all that happened

he stated keeping his anger in check but how did all of this happen?

how is your once lively face now pale and cold?

why is your body covered in red roses and thorns which pierced right through your body ?

why was the ground near you and the poison ivy and thorns covered in blood?

oh right

he was the reason why your lifeless body now lies infront of him while he just stood there

he wanted to scream, cry and run away and just forget that all of it ever happened and you never died you would be there in your dorm waiting when your lovely boyfriend would come back

all his thoughts soon disappeared as you shook him awake

he was crying so bad his eyes were red and hair was sticking to his forehead with how much he was sweating

he didn't want to tell you what happened and just said that it was a bad nightmare

he swore that he would never allow that to happen to you

he just cuddled you close for the rest of the night as you stroked his hair to soothe him

[happilyasimp]

YK. I've suprised myself today. I can barley handle angst and here I am reading angst fics. None of them have gotten to me. So yes I am surprised at myself and a bit proud!

Especially considering it was a Leona angst fic like shit.

[nemisisnemi]

A tiny drop of angst to start it off

I drew this at like 3-4 am a couple days ago, so uh...sorry if the quality isnt up to how it usually looks

I think i also might've accidentally burned myself out after drawing so much lmaooo