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we-do-be-writing · 2 years

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Spin the Bottle (with Forehead Kisses)

Twisted Wonderland!Dorm Leaders x Reader

A/N: Some of these are longer than others and that is solely because I felt like some of the housewardens would need more convincing and more back story for the whole thing to actually make sense.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Somehow Riddle was sucked into playing a game of spin the bottle at Ramshackle dorm with the rest of the dorm leaders. Honestly, he was more shocked at how you managed to convince him, let alone some of the other dorm leaders, to show up.

You had come to him earlier in the week with the offer of joining you and the other dorm leaders at Ramshackle for a sleepover of sorts. Riddle was fully prepared to reject this offer, but Trey happened to be listening in and told him that it may be a good "bonding time" and that he deserved "a night away from being a housewarden."

So, now he was sitting in a circle with the rest of the dorm leaders in the middle of Ramshackle's lounge area. You had proposed a game of spin the bottle, something many of the dorm leaders were dreading. Unfortunately, Kalim's joyful energy pulled everyone together and soon they had all agreed to play.

Luckily, Riddle has not had a turn yet and he so far has not been at the receiving end of someone else's turn. However, his luck seems to have run out as you spin the bottle, and it stops facing him.

If he were in a different situation, Riddle would probably be happy to receive a kiss from his crush. Instead, he was about to have his first kiss with the person he likes in front of the other dorm leaders because of some stupid game.

Somehow, you appear to have noticed his unease because as you sit in front of him and take his face into your hands, you do something unexpected. With Riddle's cheeks already burning from the close proximity, you tilt his head down and give him a soft kiss on the forehead.

All of the breath is sucked from Riddle's lungs as he stares wide-eyed at the Ramshackle prefect. You slowly back away from him, give him a kind smile, then return to your previous spot in the circle.

He can feel the burning sensation of a blush all over his face, even traveling down his neck. Tears almost spring to his eyes from the absolute softness and care that you just showed him. Through one simple kiss on the forehead, Riddle has been reduced to a puddle of emotions.

He chokes a little once his lungs inform him that he has stopped breathing. He takes a deep breath in and suddenly his senses start picking things up again. Some of the other dorm leaders can be heard laughing at him, others look just as shocked as he does, and others either look like they couldn't care less (Leona) or they look like they're going to burst from excitement (Kalim).

Riddle's face burns even brighter as his senses come back to him, but all he can do is look at your smiling face and wonder what that tender kiss meant, and if he could believe that you might like him back.

Leona Kingscholar:

The only reason Leona was sitting in this circle of dorm leaders is because you happened to catch him at his 'weakest' moment, when he was sleeping. He had to admit, sometimes you surprised him with how well thought-out your plans could be. For example, managing to convince him to agree with whatever you asked simply because you had just woken him from a deep sleep.

For a while he was convinced that you had put a spell on him because somehow, Leona managed to always feel safe and comfortable enough around you to fall asleep. The fact that you had no problem using this to your advantage only furthered his suspicions. It was only after seeing you play Spelldrive where you could not use an ounce of magic that he started rethinking his theory.

You had found one of these opportunities the day before this current dorm leader event you had organized. Waking Leona up was the hard part, but once you had achieved that it was quite easy to get the drowsy beastman to agree solely because he knew you would let him go back to sleep sooner. Which you generously did, because then he might be a little less miserable when you remind him about the plans he promised to attend.

Of course, letting him go back to sleep the day before did not help to reduce the amount of despise Leona was expressing as he sat in the circle of dorm leaders. He would have instantly rejected you once you told him about the agreement from the day before, but he couldn't bring himself to break a promise. Thus, you had happily dragged him to Ramshackle dorm where he threatened anyone who dare laugh at his predicament.

So far, Leona has managed to avoid receiving or giving any kisses during the game. However, it is now your turn to spin the bottle and it just so happens that it would stop facing him. Honestly, he was half-asleep by this point, and he barely registers you moving over to sit in front of him.

He twitches a little when he feels your hand brush through his bangs, moving them aside before you press a gentle kiss to his forehead. Leona slowly opens his eyes, locking his gaze onto yours. He wears a small grin as he sees the blush dusting your skin, ignoring his own that threatens to creep up his neck.

He continues to keep eye-contact with you, not moving until you go to return to your seat. His hands flash from his side to your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace. His arms lock around you, only allowing enough movement so that you can face the rest of the dorm leaders.

Vil suggests that you lot should play a different game which everyone agrees to. Leona nods his head before resting his forehead against your shoulder, trying to ignore the lingering feeling of your lips.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Surprisingly, Azul was not having too bad of a time at your gathering of the dorm leaders in Ramshackle. It did take a little convincing before he agreed to show up, and a tiny deal. The idea came from Floyd and Jade as they were lingering around when you invited him.

They pointed out that Azul could make bets for favors with the other dorm leaders, which were not considered contracts. As long as he worded the bets correctly, there would be a high chance of him winning each one. So, he told you that he would join in as long as there were opportunities where he could propose bets.

You assured him that games could be included, and if he could manage to find something to bet about, then he would be welcome to. Azul speculated that you had doubts about his ability to successfully get the other dorm leaders to take his bets. Or his ability to find something that would make sense to bet about.

Well, he will admit that a game of spin the bottle wasn't the ideal when it comes to betting. But he refuses to have come here and leave with no one owing him a favor. Luckily for Azul, when he proposed making things interesting by placing bets, Kalim was a willing participant. He notices that Malleus' interest was also piqued by the idea, but he had refrained from truly joining in on the bets.

Nonetheless, as long as Azul could get away with some profit from the bets of tonight, he would be happy. What he did not expect was for Kalim to bet on him.

"I bet," Kalim starts, "that when the bottle lands on Azul and he is kissed, he will blush."

Azul, and some others, scoff at this because of course his composure would never crack like that. Azul didn't even like admitting to himself that his confident personality was only a facade. So, there was no way he would allow it to break in front of the other dorm leaders, some who would be happy to try and exploit this weakness.

"Oh please," Azul responds, "that would never happen, at least bet on something believable. For example, I bet that before anyone can even get close enough to kiss Idia, he will either back out or faint."

Many of the dorm leaders nod in agreement at this, even Idia moves his head slightly. For a second, Kalim looks thoughtful, but one look at you has him shaking his head before speaking to Azul,

"How about this, I will accept your bet that Idia will faint before someone gets close enough to kiss him, if you accept my bet that you will blush when you get kissed."

Azul ponders this for a couple seconds before responding, "Okay, if Idia faints then I win and if he doesn't then you win. Following that, if I blush when someone kisses me, which is ridiculous, then you win and if I do not then I win."

Kalim nods in agreement, holding his hand out while saying, "You have a deal ... well I guess actually you have two deals."

Azul shakes his hand with a confident smile gracing his lips. There is absolutely no way he would be losing either of these bets, and having Kalim owe him two favors is exactly what he was looking for. Well, he will admit that while the probability of Idia fainting is high, it is not a guarantee. So, he'll have to play his cards right to make sure Idia cannot back out of the game. Yes, this is a little cruel on Azul's part, but Kalim had already set the terms and there was no going back now.

Unfortunately, there is another unforeseen circumstance that Azul has to face. It is your turn to spin the bottle and who else would it land on if not him. He didn't want to admit this, but there could be one single person who may potentially cause him to blush. Of course, that person had to be the one crawling over to his side of the circle.

Azul had grown a liking to you over time after you had helped him in the beginning of the school year. The way you treated him with genuine kindness and didn't try to use him for granting wishes made him open up to you easier. However, he still hadn't truly let you in on his self-confidence issues, and he was not looking forward to you finding out now because of some stupid game.

You leaned into his field of view, trying to catch his attention back to the present instead of deep in his thoughts. He quickly regained his composure and replaced his uncertain expression with one of assurance, maybe even a little false cockiness.

You took this as your sign to continue, so you carefully placed your hands on his cheeks. The warmth from your hands helped to calm the racing in his chest. Your gentle smile also kept him from showing any visible reaction.

Honestly, he thinks that he may actually be able to get through this without blushing in the slightest. But, instead of leaning in to kiss him on the lips, you go a little farther up and plant a sweet kiss on his forehead. Now Azul has been caught completely off guard and he's not entirely sure how to control his emotions at the moment.

He feels your lips linger on his forehead before you pull away, brushing your fingers against his cheekbones. He's officially done for when you glance down to his lips before retreating completely back to your spot in the circle.

Azul can't even tell if he's blushing or not as he feels heat spread all through his body. Suddenly, Kalim snaps his fingers in front of his face, and he is once again returned to the present. Kalim's face is one of pure excitement, but he says something that Azul does not expect.

"Listen, because I'm such a nice guy, and because Vil told me what's going on, I'm gonna give you a pass on this bet. However, you must promise no interference when it's Idia's turn."

Based on what Kalim is saying, Azul assumes that he doesn't even want to see how red he is right now. His eyes travel to you and when you send him a little wave, he responds in a slight whisper,

"I promise."

Kalim Al-Asim

It took absolutely no convincing from you to get Kalim to agree to join your little dorm leader hangout night. Granted, he would probably agree to anything you asked of him ever since he's realized how much he truly likes you. Instead, you both would have to work together to convince Jamil. Surprisingly, it didn't take too much time to get Jamil to agree. All you had to do was promise him that you wouldn't leave Ramshackle, you wouldn't put Kalim in any danger, and you would update him periodically throughout the night.

It also didn't take any convincing to get him to join in the game of spin the bottle. In fact, he helped you convince the rest of the dorm leaders to play. Of course, Jamil wasn't the happiest when he heard what game was currently going to be played, but he agreed it was safe enough.

So, this is where you all are now, sitting in a circle with a bottle in the center. Honestly, Kalim is having the time of his life being able to have a sleepover with the other dorm leaders. He only wishes that Jamil could have joined him.

As of now, it hasn't been Kalim's turn and the bottle hasn't landed on him yet. He will admit that he is getting a little antsy waiting for the bottle to finally land on him. Luckily, he doesn't have to wait much longer as you give it a firm spin and it stops facing him.

He's almost vibrating with excitement as you crawl over to him and settle with your knees touching his legs. He gives you a blinding smile, very happy that it would be you kissing him. Kalim's joy is infectious, and you can't help letting out a laugh before you begin to lean in.

Kalim quickly closes his eyes, waiting with bated breath for your lips to meet his. However, he feels the pressure of your lips softly touch his forehead. You press your lips a little harder for a brief moment and then fully retreat and settle back in front of him.

His eyes open slowly, and his smile is so wide it starts to hurt his cheeks which feel unusually warm. His fingers go up to softly brush against the same spot you just kissed.

"Maybe we can keep this little moment from Jamil." You suggest with a shy smile and soft voice.

"Are you kidding," Kalim starts before giving you a kiss on the cheek, "I have to tell him my dream has come true."

Vil Schoenheit

Convincing Vil to leave his dorm for the night to join the rest of the dorm leaders in a time of 'bonding and fun,' as you put it, is very difficult. He has to make sure everyone in Pomefiore is following their nightly routine and going to bed at the appropriate time and a bunch of other things you didn't listen to.

"Excuses, excuses." You mutter. Vil scoffs at this, unimpressed with your attempts to persuade him.

"Hmmm," he hums, "I may accept your offer, if you allow me to create a Pomefiore worthy skin and hair care routine. You have been persistent in spending time with Epel and trying to spend time with me and I cannot have a self-care slacker being associated with us. Also, you must agree to be my personal guineapig when I need to test new products, new trends, new clothes, etc."

Vil wears a small, amused smile as he waits for your answer. Of course, whatever skin or hair care routine you try would never be considered 'Pomefiore worthy' unless Vil was the one who created it. Although, you suppose it wouldn't be horrible to get a free, top tier self-care routine. Plus, even though being Vil's personal guineapig would take up a chunk of your time, you know he wouldn't be putting you in anything ridiculous. At least, you hope he wouldn't, but he is very serious about fashion which does put your mind at ease.

Vil quickly grows tired of your contemplating. He will admit to himself that he would be happy if you agreed because while it would help him to have someone to test things on, it also would give him an excuse to spend more time with you. He only added in the self-care routine because he wants you to have the best when it comes to keeping your skin and hair healthy. He'll worry about the eating habits at a later date, not wanting to ask too much of you too soon.

"I will give you five more seconds to think before I turn and leave without going to your little housewarden get together." Vil says, putting a hand on his hip and he looks at you.

"Fine, I guess your terms aren't too demanding. I will allow you to create a self-care routine for me and I will be your personal guineapig for fashion testing." You respond, holding your hand out for him to shake. Vil gives you a tiny smile as he gently shakes your hand, only slightly dreading the night he has ahead of him with the other dorm leaders.

He shows up 'fashionably late' because he had to attend to his specific duties as Pomefiore's housewarden. Now, as he sits in a circle with a bottle in the middle, he's regretting his choice to show up at this specific time. You and Kalim have just managed to convince the other dorm leaders to play a game of spin the bottle. Unfortunately, Vil's timing means he doesn't get a say and is automatically forced to join in.

All the others make you go first, since it was technically your idea. You have no problems with this, spinning the bottle and watching it turn. Vil subtly keeps his eye on the bottle, trying to seem disinterested. However, when the bottle lands facing him, it takes a little more focus to keep his expression neutral.

You crawl over to Vil and sit in front of him. He sees you glance down at his lips, which has a fresh layer of colored chapstick. You softly cup his chin with one hand, running your thumb along the edge of his bottom lip.

Vil can't tell what he wants you to do, part of him wanting you to kiss him and part of him not wanting to have the effects of his lip mask messed up by your lips. It's almost like you can see the hesitation in his eyes, and in response you give him a soft smile.

You lean in closer and Vil can't help but let his eyes flutter closed. He almost hates the way his mind flows into daydreams of you kissing him and he imagines how perfect it will be. However, he's taken aback when he feels your lips press against his forehead.

He takes a silent, shuddery breath as you linger for an extra second before pulling back. You keep your face close to his, and Vil has to take a second to collect himself and replace his mask of nonchalance. Once you see that he's regained his composure, you back up and return to your seat, giving him a little sly smile.

Even though it wasn't exactly what he imagined, Vil has to admit that this was a fairytale worthy kiss. He only hopes that he gets to share many more with you in the near future.

Idia Shroud

Idia hates the way you've managed to learn so much about him, and how you've got Ortho campaigning for you. He will admit that most of the time, he does agree to things once Ortho expresses interest. However, there was absolutely no way Ortho's persuasion alone was going to convince him to join you in your little sleepover with the other housewardens. Not even promising the presence of a video game competition could persuade his decision.

Unfortunately, it seems like you're aware of this based on the small frown you try to hide. Idia shifts in his gaming chair, trying to keep his eyes on his computer and his hair from exposing how flustered he is.

"Fine, I really didn't want to do this Idia, for my own sake, but you've left me no choice."

Your words send shivers of dread through him, and he can't help but imagine the worst possible sentence that might come out of your mouth. He feels confusion seep into his body and replace the settling dread at what you say next,

"I am willing to send you my max level, top-tier, five-star character that you have been begging me for since I got it during the once per year event last month, if you come to my sleepover."

Idia's mouth drops open in shock and he has to take a couple minutes to process your proposal. Honestly, out of all the extremes he expected you to go to, he never thought you would be willing to part with this character. You had spent almost a week and just about all of your items trying to get this particular character, and Idia was right there with you.

He doesn't want to admit it, but he did throw quite the fit when you somehow got it right before the event ended. He also would like to argue that he has not spent the time since begging you to give it to him in exchange for, as he now regrets claiming, anything. Now, he is faced with the dilemma of whether or not he truly wants this character enough for him to sit for a night with all the other dorm leaders.

"You said that you would do anything to get this character, and I am willing to part with it so long as you show up to Ramshackle dorm in person and participate in this get together." You say, looking down at Idia who continues to stare at his computer screen in silence.

When he doesn't respond for a couple minutes, you say something else which really triggers competitive video game nature, "I mean, I guess you must not be as serious about this game as I thought. I think you'd be more willing to accept my offer if you were."

You had to know that this was a low blow on your part, and Idia is a little offended that you would go after his commitment to a game you know he has spent countless hours playing. However, he also can't help but wonder why you were so caught up on whether or not he agreed to spend a night in the company of the other dorm leaders.

So, with a deep-set frown and glaring eyes, Idia agrees to your deal. Which is how he has ended up sitting in a circle of housewardens playing spin the bottle. Now, if he could have passed this specific game then he most certainly would have. Unfortunately, Azul claims he would have dragged the fiery-haired boy 'kicking and screaming, if necessary.'

Idia had almost forgotten about his embarrassing slip-up at board game club, when he accidently revealed to Azul the massive crush he was harboring on you since the moment you decided to become online friends with him. Ever since, Azul has been using club meeting time to try and convince Idia to confess, even if it was over a message board.

His attention is brought back to reality at the sound of a couple dorm leaders snickering to themselves. Looking to the bottle in the center of the group, Idia is horrified to find that it is facing him. He freezes as he realizes that he has no idea who has just spun the bottle.

As you begin to crawl over to his side of the circle, Idia stops breathing and he looks over at Azul with wide eyes. You stop in front of him, and he refuses to meet your eyes. He has a slightly visible shake and out the corner of his eyes he can see your worried expression.

"Here Idia, there's no worries, and no pushing you too far." You whisper to him and he's not sure he would have heard it if your face wasn't so close to his. He still doesn't look at you, but he gives you a miniscule nod of trust which makes you smile wide.

He can't help but tense up as you move closer to him, also acutely aware of the fact that his hair is emitting a flaming heat and has an almost pink ombre look to it now. Once again, you leave him in shock as your lips gently press against his forehead instead of his lips.

Idia can feel himself get lightheaded for a second, but he's brought back to one of your hands holding his shoulder and the other cupping his face. You give him a soft smile before turning around and sitting down in front of him, blocking the others' view of him.

Azul gives him a small, knowing smile, and Idia curls in on himself a little more. He rests his forehead against the back of your neck, and he hopes you don't mind the warmth of his hair. He can't find the confidence to wrap his arms around your waist like he wants, but he settles on twisting his hands into the bottom of your pajama shirt.

As you rejoin the conversation, Idia closes his eyes and takes his first proper breath since you first started crawling over to him. He lets the sound of your voice and rhythm of your heart keep him from floating into his imagination, because right now he just wants to be with you.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is already ecstatic that you wanted him to join your party of dorm leaders, even more so that you remembered to invite him. He always enjoys spending time with you and telling you fun facts about gargoyles as he sits outside Ramshackle dorm. He cannot imagine wanting to do anything else besides staying the night in Ramshackle with you by his side, even if the other housewardens happened to be there.

Unfortunately, Sebek is not prepared to let Malleus stay in another dorm without him and Silver there for protection. He honestly could not believe the audacity you had to think that the Young Master would be able to go somewhere without his bodyguards, especially if Leona Kingscholar was there.

You try to reassure him that Leona wouldn't bother Malleus and that everyone was instructed to be civil during this get together. Even Malleus tried to reassure him that he could take care of himself for one night, but Sebek was not budging. You had the slight desire to tell him that Malleus already left Diasomnia during the night to stand with you outside Ramshackle dorm. However, this would most likely lead to Sebek trying to sleep in the same room as Malleus, so you kept it to yourself.

Silver was also not overly excited at the invitation you extended to Malleus, solely because having to protect him during the night would cut into precious sleep time. You knew that they were just doing their jobs, but sometimes you just wished they would trust you with their Young Master a little more.

Malleus suggested to you privately that he could just sneak out like he always did, and you agreed to this as a last resort. It seems like you really wanted to get his bodyguards permission, so as to not end up on the end of Sebek's wrath in case he somehow discovered that Malleus left during the night. It also appears that you have a growing friendship with Sebek that you did not want to tarnish.

"What if Sebek and Silver guarded Malleus from outside Ramshackle dorm, and at the end of the festivities they can all come back to Diasomnia." Lilia suggests.

Silver immediately glares to show his distaste at the idea, and you didn't seem too keen on it either. Malleus would prefer to be with you, and the other dorm leaders he supposes, without the constant watch of his bodyguards. He wants to experience what he would assume to be an at least somewhat usual college party, which does not include Sebek and Silver. On the other hand, he also didn't want to squander this opportunity as he might not get another chance.

"Fine," Malleus sighs with a tired smile, "I supposed that is a workable compromise."

Sebek seems to blank for a millisecond before loudly expressing his agreement to the idea. You and Silver exchanged glances, then reluctantly agreed as well. Even if this isn't what you all expected, Malleus gives you a warm smile that you can't help but return.

He shows up to Ramshackle dorm with Sebek and Silver in tow and instructs them to stand guard at the entrance. He then slinks inside and joins the group of housewardens who are discussing what they want to do first. You bound into the room with an empty bottle and show it to Kalim as you whisper something. Immediately, Kalim nods his head in excitement before calling for everyone's attention.

"We're going to play spin the bottle!" He cheers.

Everyone else seems to respond with groans of disagreement or grunts of confusion. Malleus isn't sure how he's supposed to respond, mostly because he's not entirely sure what this game entails. Nonetheless, he's happy that he's here and that he's being invited to play.

You briefly explain the game to everyone, for which Malleus is very thankful. Although a little confusing when it comes to the point of the game, it seems straightforward enough. Malleus settles in the circle of dorm leaders on the opposite side of you. Kalim offers to go first and when the bottle lands on Riddle, he scooches over and plants a kiss on the Heartslabyul's lips. Instantly Riddle turns an astonishing color of red and he seems to have to restrain himself from collaring Kalim in that moment.

To take the attention away from Riddle, you spin the bottle and Malleus watches with great interest as it stops facing in his direction. He believes that he's supposed to wait for you to approach him, which you waste no time doing as you crawl over. He lets his mouth part slightly as you move in closer.

Your fingers travel up his sharp jawline to the bottom of his ears, then they softly brush against the pointed tips. Malleus feels a shudder roll through his body and has to fight to suppress it from showing too much. You smile knowingly before tracing further up to the base of his horns and you trace around them.

Malleus isn't sure if you mean this in the same intimate way that he is imagining, but he doesn't tell you to stop either way. He's silently loving the feeling of your fingers exploring around his head and his eyes flutter closed as you travel back down and cup his jaw. He feels you move closer and waits impatiently for your lips to meet his.

However, you tilt his head down slightly and kiss the center of his forehead instead. You linger there for a second before releasing him from your hands and backing away slightly. He opens his eyes at the loss of contact and notices the tingly feeling that's left where your lips were just pressed.

"How about we don't tell Sebek about this, I can't imagine the way he would react." You murmur to him, and he can't help but smile at your words.

"Agreed." He whispers back, keeping the fact that he's most definitely telling Lilia about this, for advice on the next step, to himself.

You retreat back into your spot in the circle, giving Malleus a smile before you turn your attention back to the game. On the other side of the circle, Malleus can still feel your fingers running over his head, your hands on his jaw, and your lips pressed against his forehead. He gazes lovingly at you, and he's starting to think it'll be a long night for his bodyguards waiting outside.

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married-to-google-translater · 2 years

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What about a little scenario where Leona confesses his feelings after fake dating reader?

Leona Kingscholar

At first, Leona was annoyed that you woke him up in the middle of his dreams. But then you start explaining that some random guy was stalking you and you needed his help. Leona thought the best way to get back to sleep was to help you. So he pulls his head into your arms and falls asleep.

Leona doesn't have time to sleep for long. Because your harasser was obviously freaked out by this vision and wanted to know what the hell was going on. However, they do not dare to directly challenge Leona. They're not that stupid. Leona would easily drive them away. After that you thanked him and tried to get up. You tried with an emphatic word. It's difficult because Leona has managed to fall asleep again.

In the following days, you spend a lot of time together. Your harasser doesn't seem to be giving up. You want your "relationship" with Leona to look natural. Leona, on the other hand, wants more opportunities to use you as a full-body pillow.

Eventually the harasser gets bored and you and Leona start spending less time with each other. Only then did he realize how much he really enjoyed your company. How good the attention you gave him felt. How your joy made him happy too.

Leona would be a little nervous when she asked you out on a "real" date. He would be polite. If you didn't agree, he'd be fine with that. But Leona trusts that you will also enjoy your time together.

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oh-ranpo · 2 years

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☾ - pairing: leona kingscholar x reader ☾ - word count: 1.1k+ ☾ - summary: leona just wants to nap, but you have a way of being a little too distracting.

“What are you doing?”

The low growl startled you out of your thoughts as you turned your head towards the voice. Your mind had been otherwise preoccupied as you stared at the notebook in your lap and you hadn’t even noticed that your right hand had started to wander. That is, not until you focused in on the feeling of soft hair beneath your fingertips and your eyes met the confused, and slightly annoyed, gaze of your boyfriend next to you.

Leona had been dozing while you were studying, and you hadn’t even realized that you had started to run your fingers through his hair while your mind drifted off to alchemy formulas and spell techniques. It was never your intention to wake him, but as your fingers brushed along the ridge of his ear, you could imagine how it might have startled him back to consciousness.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured as embarrassment washed over you. You hated to admit how relaxing it was for your fingers to twirl around his long, brunette strands and how it helped keep you grounded and focused. But you knew that Leona hated being disturbed from his naps, even if it was by your gentle, caressing touch. “I didn’t mean to disturb your nap.”

Emerald irises regarded you now as the annoyance had slipped from his expression and you felt yourself relax just a bit. Despite your apology, you still hadn’t stopped running your fingers through his locks, and he hadn’t said anything else that might warrant a complete cease and desist. In fact, a small smile appeared to be tugging at the corner of his lips as you slowly brushed along his ear again and your nails scratched gently against his scalp.

Imagine your surprise when, in response, you heard a small purr rip through your boyfriend’s throat as his eyes fluttered shut. Your eyes widened as it was a sound that you had never heard before, and it only took approximately 2.5 seconds before he realized what had happened and his eyes were snapping open once again.

“What was tha-“

“You didn’t hear anything.”

His tone was lacking any type of malice as he sat up on his arms, his cheeks turning a dark red as he gently pushed your hand away from his head. Ultimately, you knew that he had been enjoying your ministrations, and from the noise that he had made, he had also managed to play his entire hand for you to see. He could act all resigned and tough all he wanted, but you knew better. The thought made you smile.

“I can keep going if you’d like,” you grinned, your hand slowly moving back towards the top of his head, only to be halted in mid-air as his hand wrapped around your wrist. His green eyes finally met yours once more and you could see a hint of reservation in them. Everything about your relationship was new territory for him, and you were sure that giving away his emotions in the way that he just had was a lot for him. However, you were here to nurture those feelings and help them bloom, that way he could see and recognize just how cared for he was. “Leona, there is nothing for you to be ashamed of. So, you purred? Who cares-“

“I said, you didn’t hear anything.” With a quick twist of his body, he was soon on top of you, one hand still wrapped around your wrist as he pinned it over your head. For someone that had just been sound asleep, he moved with a quickness and agility that always managed to take your breath away.

There was a flash of warning in his eyes, as if daring you to press him, but the smile on your face only grew as you knew that you were in no imminent danger. His pride was bruised just a bit, but you knew him better than he thought you did.

“Whatever my King says.”

The use of the nickname threw him off as his eyes widened and his hold on your wrist tightened just a bit. It wasn’t the first time he had heard it, and you could tell by that flash in his eyes that he enjoyed it. The purring incident forgotten, there was a new cause to the flush of his cheeks as he used his free hand to swipe your notebook from your lap so that he could press closer to you.

Leona had always suffered from the idea that he wasn’t wanted. Being the second born with no real claim to the throne of his kingdom, he felt… lost. He had the desire to be a leader, but that was often masked under his perceived indifference and laziness when it came to school. However, hearing you call him your ‘king’ and taking in the fond look that you gave him while you said it had a new desire building inside of him that he wasn’t quite sure how to tame on his own.

When he looked at you now, he didn’t think about the kingdom that he would never rule. He didn’t think of those years being cast aside in favor of his brother or how he had longed just to be recognized for his greatness. No, instead, he saw a whole new world that he had been handed the power to reign over. He saw everything he had ever hoped for right in front of him, and it knocked the air from his lungs as he realized what you were offering - what you had always been offering - in exchange for nothing but his affection.

Why settle for a kingdom when he could rule over the whole damn world? That’s what you were to him, anyways.

With the hand that wasn’t pinned by his, you lifted to cup his cheek, easily pulling him from the thoughts that ravaged his brain and bringing him back to the present. He couldn’t help but lean into your soft touch before lowering his head to nuzzle against your neck. The fire that had started inside of him in embarrassment had fizzled as a new flame burst forth in his chest. He could feel your pulse quicken against his lips and the soft sigh that filled his ears was the sweetest sound that he had ever heard.

“I thought you wanted to nap,” you murmured breathlessly as he continued to trail love bites across your neck, applying just enough graze of his teeth to have you arching into him.

“You were the one that woke me up,” he replied quickly, his hot breath fanning across your collarbone, causing you to shiver. “Now, you have to deal with me.”

He knew that you were smiling, and you could envision his smirk in your mind as you pushed your free hand back into his hair. As much as you needed to study, you weren’t going to complain about this particular study break.

“Whatever my King wants.”

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Recovering Together: Reader x Savanaclaw

The last two weeks had been rough to say the least. 8 hours days turned into 12, 16 and even more if you weren’t careful. It was draining; physically, emotionally, socially. You’re sure you would have Overblotted if magic was an option. It hurts more because it’s been so long without seeing your partner. Now, finally, you have a moment to breathe and they’re determined to show you how much they’ve missed you.

Small snippets of the boys taking care of you when it’s hard to take care of yourself.

Warnings: Trauma (Emotional), Physically Exhaustion, Self-Doubt, Implied Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms (Reader), Crying, Comfort, Intense Emotions, Overworked Reader, Breaking Things (Glass Shattering)

Leona:

You only half register the door closing, shirt finally off and being held in your hands. You don’t know why you’re clutching it as tightly as you are but it feels good so you figure it can’t hurt. Leona is standing in the doorway and it’s only then that you realize he went to answer the door. You don’t remember anyone knocking, even though they must have. It’s so hard to focus with how tired you are, the back of your skull feeling like fog.

“Who was it?” It takes a bit to find the effort to ask, Leona giving a scoff at your question.

“No one important. I told them you’re done for the next 24 hours.” You sigh at his words, shoulders slumping.

“I want to be done.” You don’t know how much is sounds like a question until Leona speaks up again.

“Of course you’re done.” His tone was so sure and you nodded as he spoke, grateful he was putting his foot down. “You think I’m going to let them take you right after you got back? Not happening.”

You smiled and let Leona ease the shirt out of your hands, his tail wrapping around your leg. Wordlessly he helps you undress, his skin warm against yours.

“I’m so tired.” Your words are muffled by his shoulder as he shuffles you toward the bed. Leona hums, fingers moving to gently squeeze the back of your neck.

“Nap with me. No one will wake you up.” His voice is soothing and you nod, getting into bed and letting him sink in next to you. It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep, comfortable in Leona’s arms and no alarm clock in sight.

Ruggie:

Ruggie knows that you’re exhausted. He’s been watching you run around and he’s tied just looking at you. And that’s saying something. He knows that there’s some sort of deal, not with Azul but with Crowley but doesn’t have any details beyond that. You’re tight lipped about your situation and he’s not going to push.

That’s why he’s torn between being furious and impressed when you meet him at his room. You’re on your feet but it’s wobbly, even if your smile is bright. There’s a box of fresh donuts in your arms (he could smell them down the hall) and he lets you in without saying anything.

“Not that I don’t love this but what are you doing here?” He’s gentle as he takes the box from you, humming as you take your shoes off and walk in. You’re smile doesn’t change as you go to sit on his bed, giving a relieved sigh. He watches the tension drain from your shoulders as you lay back.

“I wanted to see you. I realized I haven’t completed my bribes in a while and wanted to double check I don’t have too much interest.” You’re joking of course, both of you know that you’re together because you care about each other. It’s fun to tease though and Ruggie will always accept gifts. He snickers to himself, popping a donut into his mouth and offering you one.

He finishes off his donut and grabs another, placing the box onto your lap. You make a questioning sound and turn your head to watch him slide behind you. He laughs at your puffed out cheeks and turns you to face forward, whipping powdered sugar on his pants.

“Oh you have interest all right, no idea how you’re going to pay for it all.” He nips your cheek in a teasing kiss and begins to massage your shoulders. The result is almost instantaneous; you go boneless and let out a huge moan. Ruggie ignores how his tail is wagging, beginning to work out your knots.

“You don’t have to-“You’re already slurring your words and he gives your neck a nip, letting you settle your weight against him. He grins, digging his thumbs in just the right spot and watching you moan again.

“Don’t worry, this is you paying me back. We’re a team after all.” He doesn’t expect an answer and after about 15 minutes you’re dozing against him. He snags another donut and closes his eyes; Leona will be fine for the afternoon. This is more important.

Jack:

Jack is a welcome surprise when you get back to the dorm. He’s sitting patiently on the couch, Grim talking to him about something. He looks up as you walk in, tail beginning to wag lightly. You’re happy to see him but there’s a ping of guilt; when was the last time you hung out? Last week? The week before? Time is blurring together and throwing your life into chaos.

“Hey.” Jack greeted you, walking over to take the grocery bags from your arms. This had been the only free time you had all week and it meant you had to keep Grim fed. Speaking of, he quickly grabbed a can of tuna and ran off, cackling to himself about how he would skip putting things away. You let him go, not having the energy to fight with him. Jack noticed; you were quick to try and get Grim to pitch in typically.

“Hey. Thank you for the help.” You sound tired, Jack following behind as you went to the kitchen. He sets the bags down and helps to unpack, things going easier with two sets of hands. You’re moving slower than normal, blinking slower and dragging your feet. He realizes too late that you’re going to miss the counter, both of you watching in slow motion as the bottle of sauce falls and shatters all over the floor.

“Are you ok!?” Jack is quick to walk over to you, looking between you and the mess. His eyes grow wide as you begin to cry, a frustrated sound leaving your mouth. Your hands scrub over your eyes, trying to push everything back down.

“I’m fine, I just, I’m so sorry –“ Your words are muffled but he cuts you off, leading you over to a chair.

“I’ll clean it up.” He’s a little awkward but leans down to kiss your forehead, face going pink as he moves to clean up. He’s quick and efficient, the glass thrown away without incident and the cabinets whipped up. Jack keeps an eye on you, watching as you get yourself back together.

“Thank you.” You finally speak up, after he tosses the last of the glass. His tail begins to wag at the praise but he ignores it, going to wash his hands.

“You’re welcome.” He makes his way over to you and pulls you against his chest. He sounds embarrassed but his arms are steady and solid around you. “I’ll always be here to help you out.” You want to explain yourself but can’t; you cling to him like a ship in a storm. You’re more in love with him than ever before.

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angelltheninth · 6 months

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The Lion King's Fangs

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, hurt/comfort, protectiveness, getting into fights, soothing kisses, growling, confessions, threats

Word count: 2.4k

Flufftober Day 19: Keeping Someone Safe

A/N: This flufftober prompt really got me going, Leona is perfect for it.

Being part of Leona’s Pride was full of positives. Maybe not many would think so because of his usually rude and holier then though attitude but it was all just surface level things. No many bothered to try to look underneath so of course they had the wrong idea of him. He was loud when he wanted to be, he could dominate room with just a glance and he held himself in very high regard due to his royal status. You hate to admit it but you were one of those people who thought he was just an asshole. That was way before you were placed in the same Dorm and got to know your Dorm Leader better, before the rumors started too.

Leona was used to rumors about him, he’d been used to them since he was little. They used to bother him a lot more back then, but now he couldn’t care less about the things people say about him. They could think what they want, in fact if they’re scared of him they’re more likely to leave him alone.

On the other hand there was you, who was never involved in much gossip. You would hear things about the Dorm Leaders just like everyone else, you knew which ones were more or less approachable, Leona was not on the approachable list so you stayed in your own lane. When you joined the Savanaclaw dorms you noticed a lot more people talking about you, well you and one other person: Leona Kingscholar.

The rumors didn’t bother you much at first, but they did allow you to see a whole other side of Leona that you hadn’t seen before. The more people talked the closer he stuck to you, it was both a blessing and a curse in your case.

Blessing because you got to see that he wasn’t actually all that scary to be around. He was a bit of a softie underneath all that rough exterior, but that part of him was very well hidden, mostly coming out when he’d ask you to keep watch while he took a nap. Leona talked in his sleep a lot, he talked about you too, his mumbling made your heart skip a beat more than once in a day.

“She’s walking out of the gardens again with that blush on her face. They must be-”

“Hey! Quiet down, you how much he hates the rumors. Kingscholar clearly doesn’t want anyone knowing about it if they have to sneak around.” Another student commented to the first, both trying not to look in your direction and failing.

“Not a very well kept secret.” The two may have thought you weren’t able to hear them but you heard every word they said. Some were quieter than the others but eventually every rumor made it’s way to you and Leona.

Worst part was that they weren’t true at all. There was nothing happening between the two of you except for friendship. You helped him out with exams sometimes but that was it. Or more accurately you helped him stay focused on studying for them. Leona’s room was quite a way from yours so he would always walk you back, often late at night, which didn’t make the gossip any better.

You tried not to let it get to you and go about your day as usual.

Classes were usually the calmest period for you, it was what came after that was the problem. Leona liked to wait for you along with Ruggie and Jack, and then walk back to the dorms. “Have a good time in class today?” Ruggie was the most talkative of the group, walking backwards, hands behind his head, not a care in the world.

“It was fine. I’m more worried about next week.”

“Ugh. Exams. Don’t remind me.” Leona yawned already feeling boredom setting in.

Jack was the furthest up front, only his ears showing he was listening. He was also the one who took studies seriously, other then you so he appreciated having the extra helping hand. “You’re the one who should be reminded the most.”

“Huh? What was that? Think I’m dumb? I don’t need anyone’s help to pass.” Leona shouted all too loud, all eyes on the four of you.

“Bet he wants a helping hand from her.” A guy commented to one of his buddies while the other made a crude pumping gesture. Both Ruggie and Jack scoffed at their behavior and looked at you. You tried not to pay them any mind, but it was getting increasingly more difficult the more vulgar their words became. Leona’s ears twitched uncomfortably at them.

Yes, you did help Leona study, but that was all that ever happened, studying. The fact that he would pat you on the head after or buy you lunch the next day were completely separate issues, even his flirting was never that serious, he enjoyed teasing you like a cat would a mouse. Clearly that wasn’t how everyone else saw it.

Leona looked down at you, at your red ears and the way you chewed on your bottom lip and gripped your bag, he knew you didn’t find any of it funny, and neither did he. Teasing was fine, but there are lines that should not be crossed with his Pride, this was one of them.

“Wanna say that again?” Leona stopped abruptly and turned to glare at the group.

“Leona, it’s fine, it doesn’t- let’s just leave.” You whispered to him as you grabbed the bottom of his uniform. This was gonna make more of a scene then it already was. With the kind of reputation Leona already had, that he got into fights, verbal and physical, he didn’t need to add anything to his record, and neither did you. “They’re just talking.”

“They’re being disrespectful. You, tough guy, come over and apologize!” No one insulted his friends, no matter what that was the one rule he always upheld.

The group shrugged among themselves and one of them approached, “Oh I think the little lady can speak for herself hm? We’re just saying what she’s thinking. Everyone here knows that the only reason she joined the dorm was cause of you. Isn’t that right?” He all but leered at you while he spoke. Everyone could tell this was about to get ugly so they stayed away as much as they could, not wanting to get involved in the conflict.

Not that you blamed them, if you weren’t Leona’s friend you’d stay away too.

You could hear him growling, clenching his teeth, his fists shaking with anger at the assumptions made. “Leona, leave him, come on man, he’s not worth the time.” Jack put his hand on Leona’s shoulder while Ruggie closed in on you, standing protectively behind you.

“Oh come on, his Highness can finally stop chasing, he’s finally got someone chasing after him. Must feel nice for you.” Now even the guy’s friends looked weary and Leona, he looked ready to kill.

“Motherfucker.” Leona started marching toward him, fists clenched at his sides, “I’m gonna- ow! Fuck!” You acted as fast as you could, pulled him back by the first thing you could grab: his tail, his weak spot. “Ouch!” Leona snatched it back from you with a growl.

“Or maybe she’s the one who as you wrapped around her finger. And here everyone thought you only like her cause she does whatever you tell her to like a puppy.” A hard fist connected to his face before you could hold Leona back, in fact judging by the deep green fury in his eyes, nothing could hold him back now.

Except for the Principal who broke up the fight almost as soon as it started but Leona still managed to get a few punches in. Upon examining the situation it was determined that he was indeed provoked, but both parties had detention for the rest of the month. This was a better outcome then being suspended, and it was likely done because Leona had already failed this exam quite a few times before.

“You shouldn’t have fought with that guy. He was being a jerk, it’s not I haven’t dealt with those before. Besides it got you in trouble with the Principal too.” Leona didn’t try to shoo you away when you brought the first aid kit over and started wrapping up his hands. His had a bruise too, right next to his lip, but it wasn’t that bad compared to the other guy. “But… thank you, for standing up for me. You didn’t have to get violent though.”

“It was the only language guys like him understand. Once they’ve been put in their place they’re quiet. I made an example out of him, that’s all there is to it. He deserved it anyways, for all the shit he was saying about you. Has this been a thing? You know, for a while now?” Your hands paused as they tied the final knot on the bandages. You didn’t look at him but could feel the heat of his emerald eyes on you. “So it has. How long? Who was it? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because they don’t know what they’re talking about.” It was a lousy excuse but it didn’t seem like something that you needed to bother him with, “It’s just rumors Leona. They’ll pass as soon as they find something else to talk about.”

He narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips together, immediately hissing at the stinging bruise, “You should have told me. I don’t like you getting treated like that. You’re in my Dorm now, so your well-being is my responsibility too. I may not be next in line to be King but I know how to take care of my own.” Leona’s features softened as he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, “Next time, when something like that happens, you come straight to me okay? That’s an order.”

It was things like this that blurred the lines between friendship and something more between you two. You couldn’t blame others for thinking you were his girlfriend when he sometimes acted very much like a boyfriend would, it confused you a great deal.

“Your heart’s racing.” He grinned a sharp toothy smile, “Do you like it when I act protective over you?”

“Huh? Where did that come from?! What? Why are you- don’t change the subject now!” You could feel your face getting hot at his words and actions. You were used to Leona’s teasing but it never came directly after something as adrenaline inducing as a fight.

“I heard the rumors too you know, that we’re dating or sleeping together or whatever. Never figured it’d be taken to this degree, usually when people gossip about me they shut the fuck up the moment they notice me. This was the first time someone’s had the balls to throw words like that in my face. I could have taken that if that was all there was. But not when he insulted you too. You’re… important to me.” Leona moved his lips from your hand to your wrist where he pressed another kiss. “I like it when we spend time together, I don’t want to stop hanging out with you because of silly rumors.”

“Oh.” If possible your face grew even hotter at his protective stance and the admission that he enjoyed your company a lot. It almost sounded like a… “Is this a confession? Is the great Leona Kingscholar confessing?”

His ears flickered back and forth, eyes widening. He wasn’t about to be backed into a corner by you, teased by you, he was supposed to be the cool one here. He was the one who got into a fight for you, opened up to you, and now he’s the one getting teased? Not on his watch. Leona grabbed you with both hands, your wrists secured in his grip and pulling you forward and making you stumble, almost colliding with him, “What if I was?” His half-hooded eyes drifted down to your lips, his parting with a smirk, approaching your shaking ones. “Would you want to do a different kind of weekend study session? I can be a great teacher for certain things.” With inches left between your lips you had moments to decide the outcome.

This might be your only chance to kiss him, even if it was a joke on his part, why not take it?

You leaned forward, closing those last inches between you and pressed your lips against his. He wasn’t surprised at all, which meant that his words earlier weren’t a joke either. And the reason he reacted the way he had was… “You like me?”

“Stupid. Think I get into a fist fight just like that? I’m not a complete brute.” His hands dropped from your wrists to the small of your back where he locked his fingers together.

“But the way you spoke earlier…”

“I care about my friends. But I don’t get into fights for them. Maybe I would if it ever came to that, but you’re the only one… fuck… I feel like an idiot having to explain this. This is why I don’t like talking to people about this sensitive shit.” This sensitive shit being his emotions of course.

You knew how guarded he was, and how easy it was to make him close in on himself so you took his approach instead, “Okay. Then we won’t.” Leona perked up almost right away and started leaning in for the second kiss, “Until you pass the exams next week. That should give you plenty of time to sort things out.” You wiggled out of his arms while he stood there stunned, eyes wide and mouth hanging open at being… rejected? Postponed?

“What?” It wasn’t often that Leona was confused by someone’s behavior, this was one of those moments, “Don’t you like me back?”

“Yes, I do. But I’m not gonna… do things with you until I know where you stand on this. If I do then… what did you get into that fight for? It would prove them right.” As hard as it was to go on with the scheduled study session you had to power though it. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not gonna make me kiss you.”

Leona tilted his head to show you the bruise on the side of his lips, “Sure about that? I took this punch for you.” He wiggled his eyebrows a little but got nowhere because you turned around fast, ignoring the rapid heartbeat in your chest and how much you did in fact want to kiss him. You were also reminded of why you thought he was a pompous jerk. But alas he was a lovable pompous jerk.

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desiderium

pairing: leona kingscholar x gn!reader / leona kingscholar & ruggie bucchi

warnings: light swearing, somewhat suggestive near the end but nothing explicit

words: 2.6k

s: your relationship with leona seen through the lens of his beloved (derogatory) peers pt.1/?

I. RUGGIE

He doesn’t think much of it at first.

Ruggie Bucchi is a busy hyena. Time is money. And when you’re short on time, you’re short on money.

And he always seems to be short on time.

Magic History starts in five minutes, but with Professor Crewel cornering him in the hall to grill him on Leona’s attendance, he has no choice but to scour school grounds for the lazy bastard or face the fanatical professor’s wrath.

He can’t find the guy at any of his usual haunts. And as Ruggie’s about to call it quits , a voice, deep and thick with sleep, thrums through the emptying hall. He turns the corner, ready to rip him a new one, but instead of Leona it’s you. You're facing the other direction, eyes fierce as you strain to tug at something behind you.

“I don’t care if you sleep the whole time as long as you show up-!” You're thrown off balance, and just as Ruggie’s sure you’ll hit the floor and eat shit, a pair of arms finds its way around your waist. Out comes Leona, brows furrowed as he looks down on you.

Now, beastmen are easy reads. Ruggie’s glad that Savanaclaw is practically made up of them because, with just a couple tells, you practically know what’s going through their head.

It’s obvious Leona is annoyed. He could see it through the agitated twitch of his ears, his tail flitting back and forth in warning. That’s not what throws him off.

It’s his eyes. Usually set in an all encompassing scowl, are directed at you with a liquid quality he’s never seen or associated with the lion before. Its verdant color is warm with mirth, and the softness makes him look more his age, more juvenile and less of the underhanded schemer he knows him to be.

But as fast as the moment comes, it leaves. Leona looks up and finds Ruggie gawking at the two of you, scoffing. “ What? You came to nag at me too?”

You’re quick to greet him and wave as you leave Leona’s hold. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he gets to class.”

“Not if you’re stumbling like a newborn cub.”

An exasperated sigh leaves him. Ruggie has half a mind to gripe at him for all his troubles, but the late bell rings and he’s quick to leave you both to your own devices, earlier events leaving his mind.

Then it happens again.

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“Here’s what you asked for Leona.” Ruggie calls out

He makes his way through the botanical garden, tall grass and arching flowers brushing his arms as he passes. He scans the area. There’s a rustle, quiet laughter and-

Leona’s face is mere millimeters away from yours. Mouth menacing and fangs sharp.

He panics. Drops the lunch in his arms and rushes towards you. He doesn’t understand how you, the goody-two shoe prefect, got Leona’s hackles to rise so much he’d resort to tearing you in two. And after the interdorm tournament the last thing the dorm needs is a murder charge from the freaking housewarden.

He’s swift as he parts the grass, ready to pounce on Leona with all the strength he could muster..only to find you not screaming in horror, but searching your lunch for another slice of chicken as Leona lazes on your lap.

He’s speechless. It’s so ridiculous, Ruggie can’t help but laugh.

Leona’s the first to speak up. “Where’s my lunch?”

He ignores him, turning to you with an incredulous tone. His voice comes out raspy and hoarse, and it only just sinks in that he sprinted across the gardens for

For what exactly? What the hell is he looking at?

“What are you doing?”

“Just sitting,” you point to the lunch box in your hands. “And eating. Are you okay? You look out of breath.”

“Are you okay? What are you doing here?” He reiterates. This feels wrong somehow, for the both of you to be so close with a languid air around you. Ruggie can taste the answer on the tip of his tongue, but this is the one thing he does not want to swallow.

Leona interrupts before you respond.

His eyes narrow. “My lunch.”

Oh. Right.

There is a menchi katsu sandwich hiddened in the grass somewhere, but Ruggie doubts Leona would take a liking to eating that.

For once he leaves without a sound. And for some reason he feels embarrassed.

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Saturdays are cleaning days.

It’s easier that way, most students are tucked away in their rooms, giving Ruggie ample time to spray, scrub, and buff his way through the dorm. And if he starts early enough he can use the rest of the afternoon soaking up the rays from the sun just as it hits its peak.

It's the little things that matter most sometimes.

Leona is dozing on his bed as he fetches the laundry basket. It’s full to the brim, so he’ll probably need to fit it into two loads instead ( maybe even sneak his clothes into the mix). He goes to grab the detergent from its usual spot, but

“Leona, you’re out of detergent.”

He snores.

It’s not like he isn’t used to this routine. He goes to the nightstand, makes a mental note to check the price of a stray ring, and opens it.

It’s not there.

Ruggie goes to his desk instead, sorts through the mess of his drawers, yet still can’t find the offending item.

“Where’d you put your wallet?”

Leona yawns, deigning to crack an eye open. “It’s where it’s always been.”

He looks through the bookshelf and sighs. “No, it’s not,” then searches under the bed to make sure it didn’t fall in the pigsty that’s Leona’s room. All he finds is more laundry. “I told you not to leave it out willy-nilly!”

It’s silent as the bed shifts. He assumes Leona’s fallen asleep.

Then he mutters your name.

“What?”

“They had my wallet last.”

…

“What?”

“Are you deaf?” He says tightly. “I gave ‘em my wallet.”

Ruggie jumps, hitting his head on the bedframe and curses. “Your wallet?! You gave them your wallet! The thing that has a billion thaumarks in it?!” Leona doesn’t even blink, staring at Ruggie with passive indifference.

As if he didn’t possibly just throw hundreds of thaumarks away. Ruggie almost weeps at the thought.

“Yeah.” Is all he says, nonplussed and it grates at him, fur standing on end as he holds back the urge to rip his hair out. Ruggie doesn’t care what the prince does with his money, but a part of him wishes he could be so nonchalant about it, hand it off like no big deal, assured by the fact that there’ll always be more. He seethes at the thought.

“Why?” He all but shouts.

Leona’s ears twitch at the noise and the usual growl for him to shut his trap doesn't follow. He’s gauging his reaction with the same carnivorous glint a predator would a prey, tail lofted in the air.

“Ramshackle needed new repairs. Said Crowley wasn’t gonna cough up the funds.” Ruggie makes a face.

“So they asked you.”

“No, I gave it to them,” Leona scoffs. “ Are you even listening?”

He stares at Leona as if the lion grew two heads. Which, honestly, Ruggie would prefer over this. He can’t wrap his head around it–why Leona, the selfish bastard who always had an endless barrage of taunts and goads to the resident magicless prefect, would offer any help to them without gaining something in return. And the familiar feeling comes crawling down his back. An age old line has been crossed, and Ruggie is watching the transgressions unfold.

He crosses his arms over his chest incredulously. “When did you start caring about what happens to them?”

He doesn’t reply, holding his gaze as he sits up in bed, deep in thought. The silence makes Ruggie antsy because, for once, he doesn’t know what Leona is thinking. He just looks on with the same stoic stare that didn’t give anything away.

He’s growing inpatient.

“Leona?” He presses. “Why do you care?”

“We’re courting. Isn't that what you’re supposed to do?” His voice is deep, and the words come off less as a comment and more of a declaration of war. Like he wants Ruggie to put up a fight just so he’d have an excuse to bark back at him. But the hyena is lost for words, because how do you react to such an affectionate phrase coming out of a mouth of sharp edges.

It starts to make sense; the sideway glances in the halls, frequent lunches at the cafeteria, naps he’d take right outside Ramshackles door step, the closeness, the smirks, the looks–Leona had all the tellings of a needy love sick fool.

But it’s Leona this is coming from. The same guy who sent hundreds of students to the infirmary just for a chance at victory. The same guy that loathes his place at second, yet still arrogant enough to believe to be above the rest.

And then there’s you. Ruggie would admit you’re sharper than you look, and sometimes you act with the same insatiable desire to prevail over others that colors the student body, but it’s you. The magicless human who stumbled upon their world by accident, quick to lend a helping hand and naive to the beasts that lurk on every corner.

And there’s Leona. Quick to use anyone to gain the upperhand.

The words leave him before he can second guess it.

“Are you using them?”

“What?” He stands at attention, growling at him. If Ruggie was anyone else he might have felt threatened.

“Is there some scheme you’re cookin’ up that you forgot to tell me about?” Ruggie draws out. “ Maybe the interdorm for next year?”

Leona sneers. “You really think that lowly of me that I’d resort to that.”

He blinks.

“Well I doubt you’re the romantic type.”

“I’m not”

His eyes narrow. They aren’t getting anywhere with this back and forth, but Ruggie can’t find it within himself to stop pushing. He’s not used to this. Ever since he enrolled at Night Raven College he and Leona have been on the same wavelength. It’s odd to be left in the dark like this, pinpricks at his skin like fleas. Ruggie wants to rebalance the order between them before Leona gets sick of it and shuts him off for good.

He bristles. “ I don’t get it. Why them?”

He expects the habitual simper of annoyance, but Leona’s voice takes an odd quality, weirdly gentle, and Ruggies ears perk up at the sound.

“Why not?” Leona’s tail thumps on the bed, a low rhythmic sound that echoes in the large room, and he sees it.

The restless swing of his tail. The uneasy flick of his ears. The hunch of his shoulder and the testing smolder, totally out of its element and ready to pounce at the first sign of danger.

Is he..embarrassed?

He recoils at the thought. Ruggie’s decided he’s seen enough for today. There are some things he’s better off not knowing.

He gives a sideways glance to the windows, the sun’s already losing its luster. He’s behind on his chores but if he picks it up now he’ll be done by dinner. He can still feel Leona eyeing him.

Ruggie moves to lift the basket, grabbing the discarded clothes along the way, and sighs, drawn out and tired. The whole conversation was pointless and left the both of them unsatisfied with the result. He still doesn’t have any money for the laundry, either.

“Whatever makes you happy, Leona.” He chides, mocking in his tone. “ I can’t control what you do.”

And the lion falls into step with ease, laying back in his bed, like the conversation never even happened.

Leona smirks, reaches for something behind his pillow.

“Missed a spot.”

And a gym shirt finds its way across his face.

Yeah, Ruggie thinks, nothing has changed at all.

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His day starts as it usually does, with sleep muddled eyes and a stifled yawn. Ruggie always wakes at the break of dawn, when the blanket of indigo that makes up the night starts to fall away, giving way to light ambers and deep corals. There are few things that remind him of home in a snotty school like Night Raven College, but the dawns and sunsets at Savanaclaw are almost identical to the ones he’d peer to in the slums of the Afterglow Savannah.

He takes a glance at the window.

The sun is already halfway through the sky, swirling in melted pinks and blues.

His brows furrow, and takes a look at the clock.

He’s late.

Ruggie tumbles out the bed, almost tripping on the bed sheets. It’d be one thing if he only had to worry over his attendance alone. But if Ruggie’s late, that means Leona hasn’t even woken up yet.

In a panic he haphazardly makes his way to the housewarden suite, not mindful of the other students still in their rooms, and rushes the door only to freeze in the doorway.

You’re buttoning the vest of an oddly cognizant Leona, practically pulled in his lap with his hands possessive around your waist, soft tufts of his tail wrapped around your ankle. He watches you as each nimble finger works its way around the fabric, pausing to glance at him with each one you finish until Leona rolls his eyes, taking your hands in his and completing the last one.

You say something to him then, eyes mischievous and voice quiet for his ears alone and Leona perks up. The smug smirk he knows to color his face is present, but in the soft glow of the morning sun it looks quieted. Somehow the jagged bends and rough edges that make up the beastman is malleable in your hands, yet still retain their edge without cutting your fingers and

That familiar glint takes home in Leona’s gaze again. Longing pooling in his eyes as he takes hold of you, pulls you closer until your faces meet. The pressure of the kiss has you leaning back, grappling at him to anchor you as your hands slide into his mane and tug. Coy smile meeting his scowl, and you point to his braids, messy with sleep, before you go to fix them. Leona watches you the whole time with interest, as if your movements were the only thing that matters.

Ruggie can finally place a name to the glances shared between the both of you, see the tells as clear as day.

Longing

He thinks of Leona’s words from the other day, and can’t find a reason to deny the both of you.

This is not something he should bear witness to, for his eyes to see the space between lovers so closely . And all at once, Ruggie feels

…

Sick! He wants to vomit!

He slams the door, quick to run from the hall and leave through the mirror before anyone even notices he’s gone.

Leona’s oddly in a good mood and Ruggie can’t look either of you in the eye for the rest of the day without wanting to laugh into hysterics, or cringe until he’s turning blue.

He takes up extra jobs at Sam’s Shop. He can stand to be a little busier. By the looks of it, you have it handled anyways.

#Leona Kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #leona #ruggie bucchi #ruggir buchi and leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland leona #twst #twst x reader #writings #alt titled: ruggie thinks the worst of leona for a week #for pt 2 I going w either jack or rook we will see how it goes *eye emoji*#leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar imagine

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bedheadnoodle · 1 year

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whats your love language?

"Haven't really explored the love field, nor do I plan to anytime soon—so, don't know."

Words of affirmation

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simplyreveries · 2 months

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I ADORE YOUR WRITING!!

what about a reader who’s unknowingly flirting with the twst wonderland cast (specifically savanclaw, octanaville and diasomnia) because of culture differences and species differences?

e.g petting their ears, giving them gifts, smiling with teeth (bc for moray eels that’s how they mate 👀)

OR fem reader who has her period and some of the twst students can smell it I LITERALLY HAD A NIGHTMARE ABOUT THIS 😭😭😭😭

OMLL I APPRECIATE ITTT!!! sorry for the wait!!! i chose some from each dorm bc of my character limit btw!!

azul ashengrotto

despite how much azul continues to do his best to learn about life on land… relationships are certainly difficult for him to understand sometimes considering how long he has spent his life in the sea and though there are many similarities between merpeople… there are still some differences. once azul is rather close to you he does become unintentionally— clingy with you. (when you two officially get together that's another story) but he has a habit of wanting to lean close to you or have a hand on you in some way, like on the small of your back when showing you something in the mostro lounge.

so needless to say, he is in love with any sort of touch from you he takes that as some sort of hope and sign that you reciprocate how he feels haha. jade and floyd tease him ALL the time about it especially when he was struggling to keep his cool-headed composure after you once gave him a hug after he did something to help you once.

like I've said azul really doesn't think about it or even try to be this way around you he just does aljdfajdkhf. he’ll feel like a smitten fool as he sits in the vip lounge as he's doing papers and just think about how you playfully linked your arm around his to bring him somewhere. small things like that are actually quite big to him when it comes down to the differences.

jade leech

he's aware you probably don't know that you're unknowingly flirting with him, but he finds it amusing and plays along with you, nevertheless. he thinks it's cute that you don't know and all the more enticing, you’ll find him chuckling, trying to hide his grin with his gloved hand “oh my, I didn't know you liked me that much fufu” he’d say. you can't help but feel confused as to what he finds so interesting… like you literally just yawned.

it'll take him a while to actually tell you what it means since he finds the obliviousness to be quite cute. you only put two and two together when he tells floyd about what you did right in front of him and the two laugh about it. now you've got floyd teasing u about it..

like azul he is a little more affectionate just in a different more. in a less obvious fashion, though there definitely have been a few occasions where he likes to bring your hand to his lips and see your reaction, he finds it so amusing. he always has his teethy grin plastered on his face.

leona kingscholar

he hates the way he can always tell when you're wearing cologne or perfume and he hates that he likes it as well, he may or may not be a bit addicted to your scent. he literally can tell if you're near just because he knows the damn fragrance you use.

if you two are particuarly close... like him falling asleep around you and such. if you happen to pet his head and his ears, he immediately shoots you this look then mumbles something before being too tired to do anything about it or give you some retort. he just lets it happen... he does enjoy it anyway. slowly he kinda doesnt realize how clingy he can get with you because of it. he becomes a little needy and wanting more attention from you. he cant help it.... i mean you basically just showed him that you're fine with it anyways.

leona seems to be someone who can get pretty possessive, unintentionally too over you. kind of territorial, like if you're someone he has eyes for then he doesn't expect others to really get in the way of that.

malleus draonica

malleus is not only a fae but a pretty sheltered one too, I’d think he’d take almost anything from you as a sign of you being completely infatuated with him as he is with you. you could offer split your ice cream or invite him out somewhere, show any sort of interest in him as he talks about gargoyles as he’s doing single club activities. the one time you asked curiously and wanted to touch his horns, he’d be searching for the loveliest jewel to bestow you for your wedding day.

speaking of jewels… he gifts to you a lot especially after you give him anything first (it could be a cool rock you found) and he’d be so smitten and glad to reciprocate that by giving you earrings, rings, necklaces etc. and when you accept them even though you're not exactly fully understanding why he takes it even more as a sign of you accepting his advances.

after taking any of your little acts of being somewhat kind to him and he’s already so deeply into you, lilia would certainly be someone who hears just all about it. i think he would only feel happy for malleus, as it appears he must’ve found the right one. he is just supportive of malleus and is simply overjoyed to know he has some little human that makes him so happy.

lilia vanrouge

he has lived long enough and in different places to understands human courting's and more so than someone like malleus. he knows how different it is, trust me he is fully aware, but he thinks it's amusing. lilia pretends to take it the wrong way and watch you get all confused, when he's just being playful.

just cant help that he finds it so adorable when you unknowingly show him affections as a fae would in his culture. even just being slightly affectionate with him is enough to have him giggling and warning you to be careful to what fae you do that to. they do tend to take very kindly towards any affections and gifts!

lilia will straight up tell you though too, you could gift him and give him something neat you found or made, and he'd look up at you with a stupid grin like "kfufu... i accept your love, dear" NO???. he still holds onto anything from you with the utmost joy.

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wakacchi · 7 months

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Leona-niinii ฅ ̳͒•ˑ̫• ̳͒ฅ♡

I got more of this stuffs on my ko-fi here~

#twisted wonderland #twst+kareshi #twst x reader #twst imagines #leona kingscholar #leona x reader

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married-to-google-translater · 2 years

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I just need something cute with Cheka in the most pletonic fluff you can think of as being Leona twins sister and spending an aunt and nephew hangout together

Cheka Kingscholar

You were really naive.

You were Leona five minutes younger.

You really didn't get to see Leon often because you both had your own school rushes.

( Or mostly you because we all know how "seriously" Leona studies. )

So when Leona asked you to visit the school, you were excited.

You finally got to spend time with your big brother.

Leona had other plans.

He had found out that the Cheka was going to make a surprise visit.

And since you're a good little sister, you'd definitely like to act as your big brother's shield.

But just to be sure, Leona "forgot" to mention this arrangement when he invited you.

Leona also made sure that he was as far away as possible when you found out.

Unlucky Ruggie had to act as a messenger.

You didn't hate Cheka.

Your attitude towards children was much more positive than Leona's.

But it does get annoying when your older brother gives you the responsibility of childcare.

And you don't even get paid.

At least Cheka was fun.

He hasn't seen you in a long time.

First you went in store to buy ice cream.

You also bought balloons.

Cheka was allowed to pay for the purchases himself.

He is already a big lion.

You stopped in the park to play and watch the ducklings.

You had to watch that Cheka doesn't climb trees.

He would have loved to do that.

But then the Cheka gets tired.

So you go back to Leona's room and he takes a nap.

At the same time, you fill the balloons you bought with water.

When Cheka wakes up you eat a little snack.

While Cheka has been sleeping, you have developed a fun game.

The name of the game is "revenge is sweet".

The game is simple.

Find Uncle Leona and throw him with a water balloon, the one who can throw more balloons gets an ice cream as a reward.

Since Cheka is a child, he gets excited.

At the end of the day, you both run laughing away from angry (and wet) Leona.

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cheapshrimpysheep · 6 months

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Meaningful Kiss

SUMMARY: Would they make Public Displays of Affection? If not, are they protective instead? And how do they show you how much they truly love you through their kisses?

CHARACTERS: OB students (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia & Malleus)

TAGS: Bullet Points; Fluff; GN Reader; Established Relationship, Kissing, Flirting, Slightly Suggestive(?)

WORD COUNT: An average of 300 words per character.

COMMENTS: This has been a WIP for so long that I don't even remember how I got the idea to write it. And in my case, being a WIP for a long time means that I wrote one part and then went on to write something else and ended up forgetting about this one for a long time. 😅 But now I've finished it.

I hope you enjoy 💋

CONTEXT: You two are in an established relationship already.

Riddle is not really the PDA type. The most he would do with you in public could be walk arm in arm like you were royalty. In terms of kisses, a kiss on the back of your hand or, at the most, on your cheek.

When the two of you are alone on a normal day, he will probably be working on his student and Housewarden duties. But whenever you tell him he should take a break, he'll get up, sit next to you and hug you, like you're a charger.

If you're relaxing together, he’ll be reading a book with one arm around you. Either around your shoulders or around your waist, which you told him you like the most. He’ll also laying his head on your shoulder.

The most meaningful kisses are, of course, the kisses on your lips. He's not the type to kiss you on the lips just like a "good morning" thing. These kisses are always sweet and lovely. His hands would be on your cheeks to caress them.

He needs you, but his kisses aren't needy. They are the caring type. You are his precious rose. In contrast to his strict self, the way he shows you that he loves you is through soft affection and care.

A relationship with Leona Kingscholar comes with your rights and duties. Some of your rights: He will buy you things; you’re allowed to pet his ears; he will be your protector and you can sleep with him in his comfy bed and have breakfast in bed (he ordered someone to bring it to you two)

Some of your duties: let him use you as a pillow (be it your thighs in the greenhouse or your chest in bed.); don't be too annoying to him; dealing with his “smugness” on a daily basis and being his and his alone, the same way he's yours.

He's kinda into PDA, but more in the sense of telling anyone who might look at you with interest that you're his. Or anyone who looks down on you that if they do the slightest thing against you they will have to suffer at his claws. If the other person is a friend of yours, he'll let it go.

He has at least two types of kisses. The first is the “make out” kisses. When you're alone and he wants you (if you want him at the time too of course), he would give you deep kisses, kiss your neck and run his hands over you. Either he would make you sit on his lap our make you lie down with him.

His real meaningful kisses are the second ones. The "lazy" kisses. The first ones are linked to his pride. These second ones are much more affectionate. Usually happen when he's still sleepy, like when he just woke up from a good nap. He may lazily put his arms around you and kiss your cheek, neck, or shoulder gently. This is perhaps the most vulnerable state he will let you see. And so it will only happen in private.

Azul is also not very adept at PDA, but he is still capable of putting an arm around you and kissing your cheek to show how well he takes care of you.

He's already quite charming and pleasant with his potential clients, so with you it's not much different in public. The only difference is that with you it's genuine.

Do I need to say that dating him is like dating a Mafia Boss? AKA: Nobody disrespects my loved ones, unless they want a certain head in their beds when they wake up. (reference to The Godfather)

Being alone with him on a normal day would probably be being with him in his VIP room at Mostro Lounge. You're sitting on one of the couches while he's dealing with his paperwork. He’s probably the type that likes to be teased a little. So, when you see that he is no longer that attentive to the papers, go up to him, play with his hair, kiss his cheek, that will put him in the mood for you.

He’s the opposite of Leona. The kisses he usually gives you are sweet and charming like him. Because that's the side of him he want to show you the most. He'll kiss your cheek and lips affectionately. Let you sit on his lap. The side he most wants to show you is the confident and caring side. The one who shows you that you can trust him and that he will take care of you.

His most meaningful kiss is the opposite. The one related to his needy side. He shows you his most vulnerable side when he is the one who needs you. And that's what everything he does shows you. His kisses, his hugs, his begging look, all screaming “I need you! Please don’t leave me.”

Jamil is completely against PDA! He doesn't like to stand out or draw attention and PDA always do that to the people involved. He won't hold your hand or kiss you. To the point where no one knows if you're even dating or not.

The only way he would show his affection for you in public is if that is a way to protect you. If someone looks down on you and he feels that that persons can be a threat to you, he will show that he is an even greater threat to them. In these moments, his protective side is stronger. He is Kalim's protector by obligation, but yours by free will.

It's when you're alone that he'll make up for his lack of affection of the day. On a normal day, you would be alone in the kitchen. He would probably be cooking for Kalim, but making something for you two as well. He’ll let you taste things as he cooks. He feels more relaxed when he's with you and even more so when you hug him.

When you're relaxing together, he would spoil you. Give you soft and sweet kisses. Pet your head and play with your hair. Give you massages and feed you things like grapes or small snacks. Or even taking the first mouthful of food he made for you to your mouth and seeing your delighted face.

The most meaningful gestures of affection he shows you are related to his most lustful side (lust for power) when you are the one spoiling him. The one moment in his life where he is no longer the servant, but the master. This time, he kisses your lips, your neck and everything he's entitled to. He tends not to show his feelings but with you he will show how much he loves you and how much he wants you.

In reality, Vil neither likes nor dislikes PDA. He's kind of indifferent to it. The only reason he doesn't do it with you is because it would have bad consequences for both of you for his work as an actor and model. The most he can do is walk hand in hand with you.

Even though he doesn't show it much in public, everyone will know that you two are dating. He'll make sure of it, even if it's just information on the internet or him straight out saying it. On the one hand to protect you, because only an idiot would try to mess with Vil Schoenheit's partner. On the other hand to discourage anyone who has the slightest interest in you. “Honey, they’re with me. Do you really think you can even get to my heels? So, don't bother them.”

The only possible problem for you is that he's going to be more strict now that you're dating. From the outside it looks like he can be mean and demanding with you. But the truth is, he wants you to look your best so people know why he fell in love with you. He wants others to see on the outside how beautiful you are on the inside.

But of course, sometimes it's too much and you'll challenge him. Be stubborn and carefree. The best part? He's so into it! Your way of teasing each other.

He kisses you every now and then when you're alone. But when you put him on this mood, all his affection mix with boldness intensifies. Oh, of course, you wanted him to remind you what the reward is for listening to him. The answer is: appreciating you with the rest of his senses, sensual kisses on your lips, jaw, neck and shoulders; his hands running over your body, him delighting in your wearing the perfume he made for you. He'll show you how beautiful you are to him.

PDA is not even an option! There is no way! Na-a! Listen, Idia loves you, really, he promises BUT going with you to places where couples usually go is already a lot and holding hands is the absolute most he can do. IF that even happens.

He wouldn’t be the jealous type. If someone shows an interest in you, at least they have good taste. But if someone looks down on you or goes so far as to disrespect you, then he goes from 0 to 100. Do these worms know he can hack them? exposing things that can completely ruin their lives until the day they pass through the gates of the underworld? Ortho can help protect you in the meantime.

Since he is a 0 to 100 guy, his kisses are the same. His "0" kisses are lazy. Mainly light, on your shoulder and neck, because you would be sitting on his lap, chest to chest, while he plays on his PC and you on your phone on his back. He also gives you casual "hi" and "bye" kisses on the lips.

Then there is his "100" kisses. Those are the real meaningful kisses, the "I love you" kisses. They are passionate but kind. Because loving you is different for loving a game, it's like he found his balance. they are not needy, but appreciative, the real embodiment of "OMG, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" He also becomes bolder as he feels comfortable with you. He loves to tease you until he makes you shut him up with a kiss. The stronger your relationship is, the more daring and smug he will be.

Malleus is quite indifferent to PDA. However, he is not the type to initiate the exchange of affection, but he is the type to reciprocate it. He won't kiss or hug you out of nowhere. But if you kiss or hug him, he will definitely reciprocate.

And he's going to be extremely casual about it. I mean, it's two lovers interacting with each other. As young humans would say: What's the big deal? However, he still distinguishes between the affection he gives you in public and the affection he gives you in private.

In public, his hugs are polite, and his kisses are light but loving.

In private, what he wants most is simply to be with you. He loves it when you sit on his lap and he cuddles you, and he likes it even more when you cuddle him back. He maintains his composure quite well, but you know that just your kisses on his checks already melt him inside.

His regular kisses in privet are sweet, loving, showing you that you are the most precious thing in his life. And very recurrent. He may not be the type to initiate the exchange of affection in public, but he certainly is in private.

All his kisses are meaningful, but the most meaningful of all are the one he gives you on your lips while smiling. The kind of kiss he can't stop himself from giving you. You may not even notice when they happen, because you are simply being yourself.

He feels the need to kiss you passionately when you do something that reminds him of why he fell in love with you. The moments when you do something that may seem simple, but for him it is something extraordinary. And if you don't realize at first how incredible that small gesture can be for him, it only makes you more charming.

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