#leona kingscholar imagines

[trappolia]

PUT ALL YOUR FAULTS TO BED (YOU CAN BE KING AGAIN)── leona kingscholar x gn!reader, 1.1k

some days, leona thinks about what the word king means to him and how it links back to you.

contrary to popular belief, he does not so easily forget the whispers of rumours behind his back; though, loathe as he is to admit, leona knows that some are less rumour and more truth, no matter how spiteful. he is a prince, after all, and not some spoiled rotten child who's had compliments fed to him on a golden spoon.

leona knows, better than anyone, that you deserve more than him.

he’s well aware of the fact that many perceive him as lazy, irritable and intimidating, and that is only saying the least. the perfect example of a student who has had to repeat a year way too many times, who is probably still in the world’s greatest magical academy because of his royal blood and noble connections.

the second prince is one way to describe him as well. second to everything his brother does is also a possible description. second to the throne, to their parents’ love, to the praise and glory befitting of a king. because leona will never be king. not as long as his brother and his blood live, because leona has always been the second option.

and so he acts like it. what else can he do? surely he cannot try to usurp his own brother; leona may be a better king than falena, but he is also intelligent enough to understand the consequences of a coup, long-term or otherwise. not to mention his nephew, who undoubtedly has the capacity to be a real pain in his ass if leona ever does away with his father.

now leona spends most of his time bored and unpleasant to be around, not so unlike the whispers that circulated the halls of afterglow savannah's royal palace when his signature spell was discovered. it is when you find him, lazing around in the light of the sun creeping into the greenhouse (one of the only times he has ever felt that he has ever felt that he could escape from the shadows), and, for one reason or another, you decide to stay.

leona hates it.

he hates the way you shine a light in his life. it’s too bright, too hot, and he can’t get rid of you no matter how hard he tries. and, at some point, he has become too scared to get rid of you. the underlying fear of losing that light, reduced to the shadow of a king and a crown prince that he once was; it kills leona. it kills him because he was supposed to be a king, grew up wanting to be the perfect one to rule over the kingdom, and kings do not have weaknesses.

but leona is not a king.

he is the brother of one, the second son of a royal family. with enough skills and intellect to survive in the battlefield that is the royal court of the afterglow savannah. he is born to a long line of kings, emperors, leaders; has learned from the stories of the great kings of the past, of which their blood courses through his veins; but he is not a king. never was, and never will be.

but then again, who is to say that he isn’t a king in another sense?

"the only kingly thing you haven’t done yet is actually opening your eyes, leona," ruggie’s damned hyena laugh echoes in his mind, the mischievous smirk on his face while his eyes stay rooted to the pathetic homemade crown on his head.

leona does not think ruggie has the right to laugh, when he doesn't even understand.

because even with his eyes closed, the second prince sees. he sees the way your breaths come and go, the warmth of the sun and the chill of the breeze on your skin, your quickening pulse and heartbeat. he sees it all without ever needing his eyes, and that is the exact reason why he doesn’t want to open them.

because if he does, he will see you, backlit against the sun and light of the greenhouse you both visit so much, and then he will want more; you by his side in the kingdom of afterglow savannah, bathing in the morning light while wrapped in royal robes, the consort's crown on your head, your rightful place on the throne beside his. you cradling his cub in your arms, sweetly whispering to the result of your love, the future ruler of the afterglow savannah. leona knows that there is none other more deserving of a consort's crown than you, and he would kill anyone who tried to take it from you.

(he would kill for you in a heartbeat. no matter what the cost.

one day, leona thinks, he will not be the only one to fear the extent of what he feels for you.)

but what murder is justified when the crime hasn’t even been committed? when you don’t have the consort's crown, because leona doesn’t even have the king’s.

(child’s play. reaching for something he will never get. leona is a master at this game, even when he loses every single time.)

silly lion, you would chide him with a smile. not for these foolish fantasies (for leona would never admit them), but for the most mundane things. being late to class, forgetting to do homework, getting detention, forgetting to go to that detention. such simple, pathetic things, and leona listens because you are his consort, and kings listen to their consorts.

(pathetic, hopeless little fantasies.)

"leona?" you call out his name, your voice the melody of his sweetest, softest, weakest dreams.

leona's eyes flutter open, lashes brushing against his cheeks as he blinks in the light.

he sees you there, bent over to peer at his sleeping expression. the way your head eclipses the sun makes it seem like you’re wearing a halo (angel’s crown), and if leona looks closely, he can see his own kisses tangled between your locks and the light.

he closes his eyes before he can meet your gaze, see your lips and everything else he’s ever wanted. he will settle for sense and touch, if not for the sake of his sanity, then for you.

"what is it now?" he snarls, feigning annoyance. he hears you laugh, and leona knows you see right through him.

just give him some more time, then he will give you a kingdom, the world, and everything else you’ve ever wanted and deserved──

──but for now, this will be all he can offer you.

© trappolia 2024

[mxzenpai]

So I learned that big cats will slow blink to show affection…

I’m thinking of Reader/Yuu/Mc slow blinking at Leona and him getting flustered and stuff

Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Accidental Flirting

There was something stuck in your eye so you attempted to keep blinking to get rid of it. Wait- why is Leona blushing?

First ever request let’s do this! I don’t know if this is exactly what you were looking for, but I tried my best! I’m sorry if it was on the shorter side, I was struggling to think on how to draw it out.

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You weren’t sure what was causing it, but your eye has been stinging for the past couple of minutes. Was it the dirt, pollen, a fallen eyelash? You didn’t know but you were getting annoyed. Leona was napping next to you while you were reading, well, attempting to read. You rub at your watery eye before blinking rapidly a few times.

You sigh in annoyance, dropping your book into the grass and banging the back of your head against the tree gently a few times. You look down at Leona’s sleeping form, slowly blinking a few times and wiping a tear from your eye before you go back to looking around the garden. Can whatever is making your eye sting knock it off?!

“Your thoughts are so loud they woke me up.” Leona mumbles out, voice laced with sleepiness. You look back at him, blinking slowly a couple of times. Leona’s sleepiness seems to vanish at your action and he sits up slightly, leaning on his arm. His tail flicks and his ear twitches.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” You rub your eyes again. Leona continues to stare, slowly blinking at you a couple of times before turning away to hide his face. You quirk an eyebrow at his weird shyness. “You…alright?” Leona nods.

“Mmhm, just fine herbivore.” Leona continues to look away from you and you watch as his tail flicks back and forth, ears twitching at every move you make. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the water build up and then reopen your eyes and you smile in satisfaction as you feel your eyes no longer sting. You turn back to Leona to see him staring at you. You blink again to return your eyes back to normal and watch as Leona’s pupils dilate just slightly.

You let out a gasp as Leona pulls you into his chest, burying his face into your neck as his arms wrap around you. You lean against his back as he cages you within his hold. You feel him snuggle your neck.

“Uhm…Leona?” He lets out a hum.

“Thinking you can get away with doin’ that without any repercussions tsk.” Leona replies, his hold tightening around you as he tail wraps around you as well.

“Doing what? What did I do?” You were confused, all you did was get something out of your eye and now you are being cuddled like there’s no tomorrow. You don’t mind what’s going on right now, but it does leave you confused.

“Gettin’ away with being affectionate.” You pause, reaching behind you to rub Leona’s ear gently. When were you? Oh well, it doesn’t matter. You’ll take your victories where you can get them, and this was certainly one of them.

[rosehxnt]

bonjour >:) requests are open, and thus i am requesting leona, vil (aster is converting me how dare) and idia (again, i am being converted) with a s/o who drags them out to buy matching outfits and accidentally revealing their secret relationship?

it’s just an outfit

ft. leona kingscholar, vil schoenheit, idia shroud summary: even with the attempt to hide their identity, your boyfriend is noticed in public shopping with you warnings: invasion of privacy via paparazzi, use of they/them pronouns for reader (idia)

leona kingscholar  He seemed so nonchalant about it, only opting to wear a hat and insisting no one would care what a second-born prince was doing buying matching outfits with another person.  He seemed to be correct on that matter until five minutes after you got back to his dorm to lay down.  After changing into your couple’s black and yellow loungewear, messages began to flood your phone from your friends. Links to dozens of articles claiming to have the scoop on Leona Kingscholar's new relationship.  "‘Sunset Savanna Royalty Seen Shopping with Mystery Person. Could This Be a Budding New Romance?’” Leona read one of the titles over your shoulder, throwing in sarcastically shocked tone.  You glared at him as you turned to face him before your face fell in worry. "What if this…changes things between us? Since everyone practically knows now."  "I don’t think this changes anything between us. Not to me, anyway. We just don't have to sneak around anymore." He paused to rest a hand on your cheek. "You’re still okay being mine, right?"  You nodded. "Of course I am."  "That’s all that matters to me, love." Leona threw his arm over your shoulders to bring you closer to his chest, not missing the chance to leave a kiss on your forehead before continuing your impromptu nap.

vil schoenheit  It was his idea to both wear masks to reduce the possibility of being recognized. He was even smart enough to style his hair differently than usual.  Needless to say, Vil had a lot of experience trying to avoid paparazzi as one of the most famous teenagers in twisted wonderland.  You had insisted on going out and getting matching outfits despite your relationship not being public yet, he agreed but not without a warning of how overwhelming it could become if someone recognized him in public.  "It's no big deal, I can handle it," you told him.  "As long as you're confident, my dear."   The trip was going fairly well, you had picked out matching peacoats that would help keep you warm in the cold temperatures. It was when you were looking at sweaters that a fan of his recognized him and noticed your close proximity to each other.  Before you knew it, pictures were being taken as Vil took your hand to lead you away, tsking at the misplaced enthusiasm the public had for him. Once you were sure you were alone he turned to hold you.  "I apologize for the scene, I hope it wasn't too much for you."  "I'm sorry for dragging you out here." You glanced the ground. "People will probably start harassing you about being in a relationship now."  "I knew the risks before entering a relationship with you." He tilted your head up to look at you properly. "I don't mind at all, because now I'm able to be open about the fondness I hold for you."

idia shroud  It’s not like you were actively keeping your relationship a secret, it just hadn’t come up in conversation yet. Most of the time you and Idia spent together was either on voice call or playing games in his room.  You had asked him a few times if he’d be willing to go with you to get matching outfits. It never mattered what it was, just as long as you matched with him. One weekend he finally found the courage to go to the mall with you, as long as he could keep his hood up and face down the entire time.  You were almost jumping with joy at the prospect of getting your introvert boyfriend to do something he would've never done before meeting you. Yes he had stipulations, but you were just glad to have this bonding opportunity with him.  Idia quickly steered you towards the back section of a store that he claimed had "everything an otaku would ever want." You passed walls of shirts for every anime, video game, and vocaloid you'd ever heard of, and then some.  That's exactly when he spotted two students he shared occasional classes with. Said students noticed him back, saw how he looked at you with panic, and quickly connected the dots.  "Well if they're standing that close to Idia Shroud..."  "Exactly what I was thinking, they've got to be special to him for that kind of privilege."  You didn't get to hear the rest of the conversation as Idia dragged you out of said "otaku heaven," mumbling something about finding merch online instead.

a/n: sorry that leona's is a bit shorter, i tried to mix up each scenario the best i could m.list & rules

© rosehxnt

[pinkanonwrites]

Idea for a little angst. Leona has a nightmare about his s/o (fem or gn preferably) becoming an unfortunate victim to King’s Roar’s effect. Maybe having flashbacks to when he overblotted in a sense? Up to you!

Ohhhhhhh this is a PRIME angst prompt, thank you very much for this incredibly ouchie idea.

GN!Reader, ANGST, comfort

"Herbivore?"

In the center of Night Raven College's Spelldrive stadium, Leona stood alone. There was no grass beneath his feet crosshatched with play lines and goal marks, just cracked, dry soil. There were no cheers in the stands, no holler of food vendors or trumpet of pep bands, just a blistering, eerie silence. As the wind whistled through the empty field, little spirals of sand danced upon the breeze to land near his feet.

"Howl? Felmier?... Ruggie?"

No response.

He trod carefully across the arid dirt, moving towards the entrance of the field. Surely there he would find someone waiting, Ruggie or another Savanaclaw student or you, you had to be here somewhere. He was not afraid. he was not.

But dipping through the doorway and peering into one of the locker rooms revealed an equally eerie sight. No students, no coaches. Just heaps of dry, yellow sand. The alternate team's locker room revealed the same sight. So did the hallway out into the stadium entry, the vendor booths that lined the cobblestone path, the winding road leading back up to the school proper.

But along that road, facing away from him, finally he saw you.

"Herbivore!"

"...Why?"

Despite your distance, he could hear you perfectly. He tried to move towards you but it felt like her were wading through tar, each step a herculean effort. He tried to call for you again but found his voice dry and lifeless in his throat.

"I didn't ask to be here. I didn't know this would happen. But still... I just wanted to help. Why wouldn't you let me help?"

He was moving forward, he knew he was, so why did it seem like you were just as far away?

"This isn't even my home, but I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Is that so wrong? Why do you hate me so much?"

'I don't. I don't hate you. I never have, not really.' He tried to say, but the only noise he could make was a single choked rasp.

"Why would you do this to me? I just wanted to help."

He blinked. That's all he did, just a single blink. But suddenly he was upon you, crowding your space, a single clawed hand wrapped effortlessly around your neck. You didn't thrash, didn't scream, didn't make any attempt to pull away. Leona couldn't move either, frozen in time, watching in horror as the delicate skin around your neck began to flake and chip and dissolve to powdery sand. The tears in the corners of your eyes turned to dust before they could even roll down your cheeks.

"I JUST WANTED TO HELP!"

Leona jolted awake to blackness, the dull tick of an alarm clock sitting on his nightstand. He was coated in sweat, panting, throat dry and hoarse. He felt along the left side of his bed, palms thumping frantically over the blanket-clad shape sharing his space. The only one he'd allow to share his space.

"Hrrmph?- Ow, ow! Shit, Leona! You scared the hell out of me!" You grumbled, wrestling blindly out of your blanket to try and protect yourself from his swatting hands. You were here. Thank the seven, you were here. You were here, beside him, and he hadn't destroyed you. He hadn't ruined the one good thing that life had given him, not yet.

He hadn't, but he almost did. He almost did, some time ago.

The air was forced out of your body in a rushed whoof! as Leona bowled into you, draping himself entirely over your still sleep-addled form. Before you could protest or even question what was happening you felt the rasp of his sandy tongue against your temple, peppered kisses in between soothing licks. Was he... Grooming you? Leona never groomed you. He rarely even let himself be groomed by his own family. And yet here he was, pressing himself into you like he was afraid you were going to vanish from beneath his grasp.

"Herbivore... kitten..." He mumbled in between kisses, reverent, relieved. you let a hand come up to rest on his cheek and he stifled a sound that you could have sworn was a tiny sob.

"Hey, hey, I'm right here big cat. I'm not going anywhere. What's all this about?" You ran your thumb blindly back and forth over the curve of his cheekbone, and he melted weakly into the touch.

"...Right, right. You're not. Never go anywhere. I won't let you, not without me." Slowly the two of you sank back into the warmth of your shared mattress, Leona pressed against you like a second skin. "You're stuck with me now, aren't ya? Don't even think of... Of goin' anywhere."

As his words began to drift into exhausted mumbles you pressed yourself as close as you could into his warm side, letting him wrap an arm over your body and pull you into his embrace. You murmured a soft placation into his chest, hoping that whatever brought on this sudden influx of emotion out of your partner, it would be enough to soothe it.

"I wouldn't dream of it."

[revasserium]

savanaclaw #2 - hands

leona.

he thinks he likes your hands, the deftness of your fingers, the way your nails flicker and flash in the afternoon sun as you pull his braids loose, scrape your nails against his scalp just the way he likes, shakes shivers from his spine as he purrs, letting his eyes fall shut. you and your gentle hands, sectioning off his hair as you chatter about your day, or perhaps you just sit in amiable silence, doing and re-doing his hair, twisting it into ever and ever more elaborate updos until he finally growls, soft and low, catching your wrist in his much larger palm, smirking at the way you go still, like rabbit caught beneath a lion’s paw, but all he’d do is tug you closer, graze his lips along your wrist, revel in the way you shudder at his touch. “had enough yet?” he’d ask, shaking his hair loose, running a hand through it to undo some of the tangles. you bite your lips, smile at him with the sunset pressed to the skin of your cheeks, reaching out to tug on a strand of his hair, “never.” to which he’d only scoff, allow himself a smile, settle back in your lap and close his eyes, let the day wash over him as you begin anew. he wonders if he’ll ever tire of the feeling of your hands in his hair; he just hopes that you don’t tire of it first.

ruggie.

he thinks he likes your hands, the way they flutter through the air like tiny, winged birds, so quick, so agile, telling so many untold stories even as you chatter your mouth off at the same time. he likes watching them, trying to figure out what they might do next, if they’ll cascade out when you’re describing something big and crazy or if they’ll wave through the air with a marked nonchalance, as you’re dismissing something off cuff. he thinks that there must be stories carved into the palms of your hands from the ways you’ve taught them how to speak, and sometimes, he reaches out just to press his palm to yours, to see if he can feel them etched there, into the lines of your skin, and it’s those times that you’d turn your head to look at him, your cheeks pink and eyes bright as uncut gems, asking “ruggie? what’s up?” to which he’d always giggle, duck his head behind his free hand to hide how hard he’s blushing himself, say, “nothin’, just wanted to hold your hand,” because he can’t really bring himself to say, tell me another story, to say, i want you to write me into every one of your stories, to be the breath between every word, the pause between every phrase. i want you to see me, to feel me, every time you move your hands, even if they’re not holding mine.

jack.

he thinks he likes your hands, likes how sure they are, likes the steadiness as you close your fist, or open them and press them to the flat of the table, likes the attention they command when you tap your finger against an open page, or point at a particularly difficult equation on a blackboard. he likes the way you sometimes dig your fingers into the hardness of his shoulders, make his whole body go soft, shudders working down his spine as you smile, letting his head tip back into your chest, peering up into your smiling face as you continue to knead at the knots in his shoulders. “long practice today?” you’d ask, your fingers working magic against the tightness at the base of his neck, his head dropping forward with a soft whine that normally might make his ears go flat, but god if this doesn’t feel way too good. “y-yeah… something like that…” he mutters, melting into your touch, wondering time and time again how so much power can come from such delicate fingers, such sweet, soft palms. “they work you too hard out there,” you say, leaning over to run your palms down his torso till your chin is resting in his hair, and like this, he can reach up to laces his fingers with yours, cupping them in his own, “nah, i like it though.” he grins as he laugh, the sound making his ears twitch. “why? cause i give you massages afterwards?” you ask, to which he’d chuckle, pulling you into his lap as you round the chair, his arms lacing around your waist to hold you close, “mm… well, it is something to look forward to, isn’t it?”

[married-to-google-translater]

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.

[writingfool001]

AHH MAY I REQ SOMETHIN 2 U IF U DON'T MIND EHE? (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ LOVE UR WORKS AS ALWAYS OWNLFMWOFNWONGOWNCOS (*＾3＾)/～♡

Ekhem, a scenario of Leona & GN!S/O where S/O likes to tease him ehehe ♡(ӦｖӦ｡) I HOPE THIS ISN'T AGAINST UR RULES MSNCBIWNFLWN (◕દ◕)

THX A LOT & LEMME GIVE U A KISS & A HUG MUEHEHE (๑˙❥˙๑)

Your Pain in the Ass

Author's Note: Sorry, this is really late. Love your work on your main.

Pairing: Leona x GN!Reader

The relationship between Leona and you are not entirely enemies to lovers. More like pains in the asses to lovers.  

When you first met Leona, he threw his usual comments which you launched back with your own that had a pinch of teasing to it. At first, he brushed it off and would walk away and you would do the same. As the relationship escalated, you usually would tease him while he would act like a tsundere about it, especially when you teased him when it was just the two of you. Usually, you would show up to the botanical garden and plop down next to him before going about your homework then he would tease you when you asked him for help on a problem. 

“You’re dumbass.” 

“This coming from the one who is repeating third year.” 

Occasionally, he would seek you out sometimes so you wouldn’t give away his hiding spot while using that excuse to hide the fact that he enjoyed your company.   

When you told Leona that you were having to leave for two weeks due to a student exchange, he brushed it off and said he’d finally get some sleep without you bothering him. Most would see this as an insult, but you knew him too well, so you decided to just shrug and go about your way.  

During the time you’re gone, Ruggie and Jack gave you updates about their dorm leader while Ruggie begged for you to come back to deal with Leona because Ruggie gets free entertainment and joins in on the teasing team as Jack just sighs at you two. 

Walking down the halls of Savanclaw, you hum while going about your way to Leona’s room since you missed your grumpy lion and Ruggie told you he was sulking in his room. You knock on his door before entering to see him asleep on his bed, announcing your arrival to get a groan in acknowledgement, and as you got closer, you saw him cuddling into your shirt that you forgot after your last sleepover. 

“Aw baby~” He immediately shot up and turned to you with a slight blush on his face. 

“DON’T ‘AWE BABY’ ME!” He roared back 

“Awe you’re blushing, I like that look on you.” You counter and dodge the pillow thrown at you before taking a seat and throwing the pillow back on the bed. 

“I can’t believe that I’m in love with you...” He mumbled, causing your head to turn and stare him down before he realized you heard him. 

"What did you say?" You smirk as Leona turned over and buried himself under his pillow. “You are in love with me!? You, Leona Kingscholar, are in love with me!?” 

You perch up and rest your chin on his shoulder with the smug ass grin on your face as he grumbled under his pillow. You continue to kiss along his shoulder and up to his neck before nuzzling his neck. 

"You can be a pain in my ass," he commented, pulling you closer before you cuddled closer. "You know that, right?" 

"Yeah, but I'm your pain in the ass as you are mine. Leona?” 

“What?” 

“I love you too.” 

[purple-plum-petals]

—⊱ Unforeseen Assistance ⊰ || Leona Kingscholar x Reader

╭─━━━━━━━━━━━━─╮       Character(s): Leona Kingscholar (Twisted Wonderland), Dire Crowley (Twisted Wonderland, mentioned)       Reader Type: Human, Ramshackle Prefect (Gender-Neutral Pronouns)       Warning(s): Slight Claustrophobia Trigger Warning (Brief Description of a Cramped Room), Dire Crowley Slander, Use of Japanese TWST Terms (Dorm Leader instead of Housewarden, etc.)       Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Platonic or Romantic Relationship       Word Count: ~2,500 words       Prompt: “you wanna cuddle, or some shit?” “I guess, seeing as we’re already here…” [Prompt List]       Author’s Note: I never would have thought, not even in 1000 years, that I would write anything for this bastard-man… but here we are, I guess. I read this prompt and it immediately just screamed Leona to me so I had to write it. Here you go Savannaclaw lovers and Leona simps – come get y’alls juice cause this will probably be one of the rare times I write for him lol.

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             You know, when Crowley told Leona to show you where the spare room containing the old papers that he needed to be retrieved were, you had kind of expected that you’d be getting some help finding said documents. They were apparently located in an old building a decent walk away from the main campus and Crowley just simply “didn’t have the time” to fetch them himself. However, it was completely your fault for expecting Leona of all people to lend a helping hand in the situation, and yet you still found yourself shocked by his lack of assistance in the matter.

             You were currently knelt down in front of an old, rusty filing cabinet as you pulled the handle desperately in the hopes it would open up. The room was filled with them and, if every single one was going to be as difficult to open as the one you were currently trying to crack, this was going to take a lot longer than you were hoping it would. The thick dust on every surface and the slightly musty air weren’t doing much to make you feel better, either.

            “Hey Leona, do you think you could help me out over here?” You said, looking over your shoulder to stare at Leona who had made himself comfortable on the sofa that was pushed to the side of the room. His legs were stretched out over the loveseat and crossed at the ankle; one arm was bent behind his head and the other was holding a small throw pillow tightly against his chest. At the sound of your voice, he opened one of his eyes and glanced in your direction, his strikingly green emerald eyes staring you down in a way that – at least in the past – would have had you shivering in fear. Despite your overall view of the Savanaclaw dorm leader, you had to admit he was a very beautiful man.

             Leona simply scoffed at your question, rolling his eyes before asking, “Why? Crowley asked you to do this, not me – I’m just here to let you in and make sure the place is locked up afterwards.”

             “I mean, I guess… but I’d be out of your hair a lot faster if you gave me a hand.” You said, rolling your eyes in return before turning back around to continue trying to open the filing cabinet. Well, so much for trying to reason with him.

             You heard him chuckle lightly before saying, “Nice try, herbivore, but not happening. I’ll just take a nap in the meantime – tell me whenever you’re done doing whatever it is you’re doing.”

             “Hmph…” Was all you managed to say before Leona’s snores began traveling throughout the room like a melody, albeit a very annoying one. After another minute or two, you had finally managed to open the drawer and began rummaging through all the old files. Sadly, none of the papers this cabinet contained were any of the ones you were looking for. Ugh – life just couldn’t be easy, could it?

             More time passed, but you weren’t sure how much since the room had no windows to let you know where the sun was currently located in the sky. However, if you were to guess, it had probably been a full hour of fruitless searching. Your legs were tired from squatting down for so long and your hands were raw from trying to rip all of the drawers from their hinges, so you decided it was best to go outside and get some fresh air. You know, take a little break before continuing your search. However, when you grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door that would have freed you from the cramped room, it didn’t budge. You tried doing it a few more times in the hopes that maybe it was just a bit rusted, but nothing happened.

            “Hey, uh… Leona?” You said aloud, turning to look at the dorm leader that stirred awake from his cat nap at the sound of your voice. Leona normally wouldn’t have woken up so quickly if it wasn’t for the slight tone of distress in the words you spoke. Did you manage to hurt yourself or something? You weren’t the most graceful person on campus and always managed to find yourself in some kind of trouble, so it wasn’t too farfetched of a thought.

             “Ugh, what? I was trying to sleep.” Leona replied, sounding annoyed at the fact you had woken him up from his slumber. You had no clue why he slept so much – it wasn’t like he needed any more beauty sleep considering how often he took naps throughout the day. Oh, how you envied him; you wished you could get as much rest as he did in a single afternoon.

             Ignoring the tone he took with you in favor of getting the problem solved so you go back to your dorm and finish your homework, you pointed over your shoulder at the door and uttered out, “The, umm… the door’s locked.”

             Leona was silent for a moment before breathing out a simple ineloquent, “What?”

             You huffed at him, exhaustion creeping into your bones as you exclaimed, “I can’t get it open! Do you have the key?”

             “Yeah, but not like is going to help us get out from the inside.” Leona told you, turning to lie on his side as he held his head up in one hand. He smirked at you slightly, seeming to enjoy your current state of frustration. You didn’t get angry very often, so it was quite the sight whenever you did. He found you to be very adorable entertaining whenever you became like this; you were like a small kitten throwing a temper tantrum because they didn’t get enough food at feeding time.

             “Ugh… of course this would happen! All I just wanted to get this over with so Crowley would stop bothering me about it!” You yelled out, standing in front of the door and giving it a harsh kick in retaliation for keeping you trapped in here with Leona of all people! You wanted to cry so, so horribly. All you wanted was to go back to your dorm and finish your homework for Trein’s class, but now you weren’t even going to be able to do that!

             Before you could continue spiraling into more and more negative thoughts, Leona told you as he made himself comfortable on the sofa, “Well, there’s nothing we can do right now – guess we’ll just wait for someone to come find us.”

             “And how long, exactly, do you think that will be? I have other things to do, you know!” You snapped, instantly regretting it as soon as the words left your mouth. Sure, Leona wasn’t much help during this whole fiasco, but it’s not like he was the one who assigned you another task to do despite knowing how much pressure you were under. No, that was all on Crowley. One day you’d give that bird-brained headmaster a piece of your mind.

             Leona didn’t say anything about your sudden outburst, simply huffing and telling you, “Don’t know, don’t care.”

             You were quiet for a moment before you turned towards the door, pounding on it with closed fists as you yelled out, “Hello? Is anyone out there! Please help – we’re stuck in here!”

             “Shut it – no one even comes this way until morning. Now stop shouting, you’re giving me a headache.” Leona told you with a slight growl, sending a glare in your direction. He watched as your shoulders deflated and how every hit that made contact with the wooden door lost its vigor.

            It was a… strange feeling seeing you of all people give up; he’d never say it aloud, but your perseverance was something he truly admired about you. That, no matter how many times you were undermined or disrespected, you kept going and proved to everyone on campus that you deserved to be at NRC with or without magic. After a moment or two, Leona asked you, “…You just going to keep standing there?”

             “...And what do you expect me to do in a situation like this?” You asked in return, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your uniform before turning around to see Leona looking at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place your finger on. Concern? Pity? You weren’t sure what emotion was currently swirling around in those green eyes of his.

             “I don’t know – maybe lay down?” He said as if it was the most obvious thing to do at the moment.

             You smiled slightly, turning around and leaning against the door as you told him, “Can’t do that when you’re taking up the entire couch, you know?”

             “Then do you wanna cuddle or some shit? These pillows are so uncomfortable that I’m sure even you would make a better one.” Leona replied, picking up one of the throw pillows and tossing it across the room behind one of the many filing cabinets. You watched as the pillow hit the ground, sending a comedic puff of dust in the air that made that side of the room look as though a small explosion had gone off.

             You laughed at the action, your eyes closing for a moment and missing the smile Leona sent in your direction. After you calmed down a bit, you uttered aloud, “I mean… I guess, seeing as we’re already here – I have nothing else to lose at this point.”

             “Good – now sit down and let me borrow your lap.” Leona said, lifting his torso off of the couch so you could sit down. Once you were comfortable, Leona laid back down so his head was resting comfortably on your thighs before nuzzling lightly into your stomach.

            Your face burned at the action and you closed your eyes, trying to control your breathing in the hopes that Leona didn’t notice your current state (he did). You muttered out, mortification filling your bones as you said, “…Well, there goes my dignity.”

             “Quiet. Just go to sleep – you’re easier to put up with when you’re not talking.” Leona told you, taking one of his hands and pushing your shoulder back gently as if he was encouraging you to lie back on the surprisingly soft cushions of the loveseat and finally get some well-deserved rest.

             You closed your eyes after a moment or two, listening to the rhythmic breathing of Leona who was comfortably lying in your lap. Your hand found its way into his surprisingly soft locks as you ran your fingers through it. His hair felt akin to fine silk, and you found the feeling of it on your skin to be especially soothing. You continued playing with Leona’s hair until, eventually, sleep overtook your senses and you drifted away from reality.

             You woke up several hours later lying across the sofa with Leona’s golden vest draped over you like a blanket and a strangely dust-free pillow under your head. Strange – Leona’s vest but no Leona? You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes as you looked around the room. Eventually you spotted the beastman you had been searching for sitting on the ground as he organized a stack of papers next to him.

            “Mhmm? Leona? What time is it?” You watched as his ears flicked at your question, your voice telling him that you had finally woken up. He turned to look at you, taking in your disheveled appearance with a slight smirk. Your cheeks heated up at his gaze and you found yourself pouting slightly at the look on his face. Ugh – not even your closest friends haven’t seen you this much of a mess!

             “Don’t know – morning.” Was all he told you before returning to sorting through the documents laid out in front of him.

             “Has anyone come by yet?” You asked, tenderly removing his vest from your person before folding it and standing up to crack your back. The couch was soft, sure, but it wasn’t the best thing to sleep on for extended periods of time.

             “Hmm? Oh, yeah – they unlocked the door a little bit ago.” Leona told you blankly, grabbing the stack of papers in his hands before jogging them against the old wooden floorboards.

             You exclaimed, shocked at the fact you were now probably late for your classes because Leona decided to let you sleep in instead, “And you didn’t wake me up!?”

             “You looked like you needed the sleep – you kind of looked like shit.” He told you, a slight smirk on his face as he stood up and placed the newly organized papers on one of the desks alongside multiple others. Leona walked over to your smaller form and flicked you lightly in the forehead, taking the moment to retrieve his vest from your arms before throwing it back on. You flinched back at the sudden action, your hands flying up to cover where Leona had tapped you as his laughter flittered around the room.

             You huffed out, glaring up at him weakly as you said, “Wow, you have such a way with words…”

Your gaze traveled to the large stacks of papers in front of you, a sigh escaping past your lips as you grumbled, “Great, now I have to carry these all the way to Crowley’s office… wait, what are you doing?”

You watched as Leona effortlessly picked up multiple stacks of papers and held them in his arms with ease, only one left remaining on the oak desk before you. He looked at you, one of his eyebrows raised at your question before he asked you, “What’s it look like? I’m carrying them, obviously. You need to get your eyes checked or something?”

             “N-No, just wasn’t… expecting you to help, is all.” You said truthfully, grabbing the last pile of documents and scurrying after Leona as you finally made your way out of that horrible room. After the place was locked back up, the two of you began making your way back to campus. Eventually, the silence was broken with a giggle from you as you asked him, “Since when were you so helpful? Do you have a soft spot for me or something, Kingscholar?”

             “Watch it, herbivore. I just didn’t want to watch you pathetically attempt to carry all of these back to that deadbeat’s office, is all. It’s embarrassing for everyone involved.” He told you with a light growl, speeding up his stride as he easily made a good amount of distance from you with those long legs of his.

             You laughed lightly, the sound making Leona’s heartbeat quicken much to his dismay; that was something he’d probably have to dig up later – not right now, though. You raced to walk side-by-side with him, your laughter echoing around the empty campus and your body feeling lighter than it had been. After you finally caught up to him and stopped snickering, you said sincerely with a warm smile adorned across your face, “Thank you, Leona – I appreciate it.”

             He scoffed lightly, trying to hide the lightness in his voice as he said, “Hmph, whatever.”

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[twst-trash]

Traitor

Prompt: After being teleported to NRC against your will, you’re unsure of if you’ll ever return home, and falling in love with Leona was easy. It’s harmless, you think. There’s no guarantee I’ll ever go back home. But then there is. 

Content: Angst, messy breakup, reader is in a relationship before coming to NRC. Gender Neutral reader, but the reader’s former s/o is male. 

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When Crowley tells you that- in all of his greatness and generosity- he has found you a way back to your home, your whole body goes cold. After a whole year at NRC, you had almost resigned yourself to this new life. You were a much different person now than when you had arrived (dealing with temperamental magic users and going through several life-threatening incidents will do that to you.) When you look at yourself in the mirror, your tattered NRC uniform covered in an almost perpetual blanket of Grim’s hair, you can barely recognize yourself from the person you were in your homeworld. You think about your family. Your friends. Your old job, your old school. It seems like a lifetime ago. The people you’ve met here hold almost the same amount of room in your heart as the people you have waiting for you.

Almost. 

You know you need to tell Leona first. What first started as an innocent rivalry slowly became a hesitant friendship. Before you even knew it, you were sneaking kisses in the botanical garden and skipping class to sleep in Leona's bed. The second-born prince had unexpectedly swept you off of your feet in a way that you could have never been prepared for. You weren’t holding very high expectations for this newfound hodgepodge relationship. You thought, if anything, Leona would get bored of you long before you had found a way home.

But he didn’t.

“If I gotta hear any more of Farena’s yappin’ about me settlin’ down, I’d almost rather just stay here and repeat another year.” He had yawned in your ear almost a week ago. As summer approached, everyone in NRC began talking about their plans for the upcoming vacation. “And don’t get me started on that anklebitin’ nephew of mine. Whenever I come home I’m somehow always stuck on babysitting duty.”

You laughed to yourself, threading your fingers through his coarse hair. “Oh come on, it doesn’t sound that bad. At least you have a place to go home.”

He stayed silent for a moment, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “… You could come with me.” 

Leona grumbled the suggestion just short of a whisper. You could see his tail flick expectantly under the covers. It’s sweet to see him nervous- it’s a sight reserved only for you. 

“I’d love to.” 

You’re pacing outside of the portal to Savanaclaw, thoughts crashing together at a speed which could fuse atoms, as you try to find the right words to say to Leona. You’re so distracted that you fail to notice when he approaches from behind you.

“Oi, herbivore.” Leona says, turning you around and bending down to look you in the eyes. “You tryna go into the dorm or are you lost? Thought you’d be able to find it yourself by now. ” 

There’s a glint of concern in his eyes even as he taunts you. Your mouth is dry and your tongue falls numb. Before he gets the chance to say anything else, your voice travels out of your throat on its own. 

“Crowley found a way to send me home.” 

Leona blinks at you. He tilts his head to the side and simply says: “So?” 

So!? You think to yourself, feeling your heart plummet to your stomach. “I- is that all-“

“You’re not going, right?“ He shrugs, as if he had already heard the decision from you yourself. 

Once again you find yourself speechless. This certainly wasn’t how you were imagining this conversation to go.

“I am.” You say, not being able to look him in the eyes. You can feel him begin to grow frustrated as he folds his arms in front of his chest. 

“Why?” He says, the first trace of irritation slipping into his voice. “When are you coming back? I ain’t gonna be happy being home by myself with Cheka jumpin’ at me the whole time-“

“I’m… not coming back.” You admit, feeling the gravity of the situation tenfold now that you’re saying it aloud. 

Your eyes begin to sting and your voice goes hoarse. “It’s a one-way trip. I’m- I’ve decided to go.”

Leona’s face contorts with an emotion that you aren’t sure you’ve seen him wear before. 

“You’re serious?” He says slowly, dangerously. 

You can’t say anything else. You nod, choking back tears as you stare at your feet. You’re too cowardly to look at the beastman in front of you. 

“Why?” He growls once again, searching your face and posture for answers.

“Leona, because it’s my home!” You shout incredulously. “I have friends there! My family! I have a cat- I have-“ 

You’re trembling. You can tell that Leona’s patience is wearing thin. If you were anyone else, he would’ve pummeled you into the ground or at the very least walked away by now. 

But you aren’t just anyone else, he thinks.

“I have a boyfriend.” You’re finally able to confess. “I wasn’t sure if I would ever be able to see him again, but now that Crowley’s found a way to go home I… I need to see him again.”

There’s a long stretch of silence. You can’t get a good read of Leona’s emotions as he stares at you, unblinking, waiting for you to say something, anything else. 

“I never meant to hurt you.” You begin in shame, hanging your head low as your tears fall to the tile below you. The words slick down your throat like oil.  “I didn’t know that we would’ve gotten so close. How could I? You’re still so important to me-“

That line snaps whatever semblance of composure Leona had left. “Important to you? Hah, that’s rich.”

His words are venomous, leaking with a bitterness you had often heard him use, but never toward you.

“You’re expectin’ me to believe, for even one second, that you ever actually cared about me?” He spits, “You’ve been stringin’ me along this whole time when you knew you’d leave me for someone else?” 

He scoffs at you as you continue to cry. “You’re just like everyone else. I was fucking stupid to think that you’d be any different.”

“Leona, please-“

“Shut the fuck up. Leave. Never return.” Leona scowls, turning from you and walking away. You try to run after him, but before you realize it, the tiles beneath you turn to sand, causing you to trip over. Even after your loud collision with the floor, Leona doesn’t look back at you. “And if you do find a way back, I want nothin’ to do with you.” 

When Leona finds a quiet place alone in the botanical garden, he breaks down. He yells, he growls, he punches trees, he curses everything and everyone he’s ever known. 

And then, only then, does he cry. His tears roll down his face in fat globs, a feeling unfamiliar to Leona. 

Resigned to be second place once again. Not being able to change the fact he hadn’t met you first. Not being able to forget your laugh, your face, the way you would kiss his eyes awake and force him to go to class with the promise of holding his hand under the desk the entire time. He was foolish to let you into his heart. He was foolish to think that he could ever mean more to anyone than a simple consolation prize.

He grips his magic pen, unable to notice the inky stains bleeding onto the gem, as he vows to never let himself be fooled again.

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Alexa play Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo

[dumpsterlmao]

Hi, there! I would like to request a scenario in which Leona suddenly falls asleep after the Fairy Gala after getting caught under a sleeping spell and his gn! s/o wakes him with a gentle kiss, breaking the spell. A super fluffy fairytale romance, please! Thanks!

wake up, sleepyhead! - leona kingscholar

summary - leona had been caught under a sleeping spell by a careless fairy. you kissed your boyfriend in order to wake him up from the spell.

genre - fluff!

notes - this is my first time doing a request hehe. op, i hope this scenario will turn out to your liking and thanks for sending in a request on my ask box!

THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING ! ✿･ﾟ｡

the fairy gala event. you only joined upon headmage's crowley request. or to put it in words truthfully, you were forcefully brought there under his sake. "aren't i the kindest?" you recalled the sentece from your head. just hearing those words were enough to make your ears scream for help. you only agreed to join, not because he won't stop showing off how kind he is; you joined in hopes of him finally shutting his loud mouth up.

vil and crewel had took part in choosing for your outfit along with the rest. everything was styled in glitter because the people you're gonna meet up with are fairies. "there's some dust off your clothing." vil sweeps off the dust particle as he notices it on your clothing. he lets go after. you looked at the mirror to see how you looked. everything was white with glitter along with it. you were happy to see how the oufit turned out on you. you turned your head to look at the rest with their white glittery outfits. 

your boyfriend leona seemed to have caught your attention since he was looking at you the whole time. "leona?" you asked him. "anything wrong, herbivore?" he asks. "do you see anything wrong with my outfit?" he shakes his head after realizing that he spaced out for a minute while looking at you. "no. you look great." he says while walking over to you to get a closer look with your outfit. he couldn't believe how beautiful his significant other was.

ruggie then came in to approach you both. "what he meant to say is that you stunningly amazing in your outfit, mc." ruggie lets out a snickered laugh at his words. leona hits ruggie on the shoulder after he had just teased him infront of you. "ouch, what was that for?" ruggie yelped at the pain while touching the shoulder he got punched on. leona crosses his arms at him. "you don't know when to shut your mouth at times, that's why." he rolled his eyes.

"oh, so that's the case then?" ruggie muttered under his breath still having his eye on leona. he then urns to look at you. "mc, you look so dazzling in your outfit that i'm this close to falling for you." your eyes widened at what ruggie had said to you. you couldn't believe he said such a thing infront of you. you squinted your eyes a bit, as you felt cringe from his words.

"what the hell was that, ruggie?! you had me thinking that you were rook for a second there." leona heard ruggie loud and clear with what he said back there. "you oughta say the most corniest things out your mouth, huh? infront of my lover?" ruggie shook his head in reponse. "relax, that was just a compliment, leona! nothing deep if you have a problem with it." he still didn't buy ruggie's answer so he continues to look at him with a glare. "oh, and you're telling me to relax?" ruggie lets out a teasing laugh towards him. "there you go laughin' like you didn't just say the most cringe worthy thing out your mouth seconds ago." he rolled his eyes. you didn't know how to come up with a response to all of this. ruggie still continues to laugh now that his plan of his worked. "alright, i'll stop." he says. he had successfully made leona react from his teasing.

kalim's eyes beamed in surprise as he saw you. "wowww, mc! you look amazing!" kalim says while walking up to you as jamil follows him. jamil was impressed with the way you turned out. "not bad, it suits you well mc." he said. "thank you-" leona pushes you off aside form their sight. he's had enough with everyone complimenting your outfit. "you guys are making mc too overwhelmed with the compliments." he tells them in attempt to make them stop already. "that's suppose to be a good thing, right?" kalim asks. "ugh, this guy." leona sighs at his response since he didn't get a clue at all.

"leona, care to explain why i am seeing your arm wrapped around mc's shoulder?" vil pointed it out. you turned to see your shoulder to see that leona's hand had been placed on your shoulder. leona then lets go of his arm after vil notices it. "is it wrong act like this with my significant other?" he asks him. vil shook his head in frustration and lets out a sigh. "mc's outfit is now ruined. i have to fix it up once again." he goes over to you to dust off the glitter that has now been scattered all over your outfit.

"hah, leona won't catch a break. he can't stand everyone going after mc." ruggie teases the man who was still staring at the prefect. "really, is that so?" kalim says as he let out a very loud laugh. ruggie and jamil looked at each other with deadpanned faces in reaction to kalim.

the five of you were now ready to head over to the place where the gala event is being held. "ahhh, this is gonna be so exciting!" kalim says as he sounded excited. "jamil, i also remembered that you planned on doing a danceshow for them, right?" jamil went into shock towards kalim's blabbering mouth. "can you stop saying things out of the blue, kalim?" he became embarrassed after hearing that. "why not? i thought it'd be an interesting thing to share." kalim says as didn't see anything wrong with it. jamil could no longer convince him anymore so he just leaves him be.

"herbivore." leona called your name. you turned to look at him as you heard leona beside you. "hm?" you answered. "we're gonna have to hold hands when we walk on the runway, so no backing out." he stated. your face then became red as you heard his words. "sure, why would i refuse?" you said as leona lets out a smirk at you. "to make the faries have an awe towards our runway, we gotta let them know that we're lovers to catch their attention." he explains. "okay, that sounds like a great idea too." you agreed to leona's suggestion then he suddenly grabs a hold of your hand. you were confused to why he did that.

"you want to hold hands with me now?" you felt the redness on your cheeks when you asked leona that question. "so you want to back out?" he asks. "no, no. i thought we were gonna do it while on the runway." you explained to him as he nodded after he understood. ruggie butts in between you both by letting out a whistle indicating to tease you both. "ruggie, stay out of our business." he heard ruggie. "haha, fine. i thought i'd make a great wingman for you two." he says while walking away from you and leona. "i'm about to clip something onto your mouth if you don't stop ruggie." he threatens him as ruggie wouldn't stop teasing you both.

the runway show had already started. out of the five people from your group, jamil and kalim were called in first. you were clapping your hands at them the moment they walked down on the runway. then your jaw soon suddenly dropped as jamil began to pull off a dance break out of nowhere. kalim stood where watching him as he was startled by his movements. "oh, damn. jamil's got the moves." ruggie commented. "kalim did say he was gonna dance." leona says as he lets out a laugh. ruggie did the same as well.

"and look at the fairies' reactions." you looked up to see how the fairies reacted to jamil's dance show. you let out a laugh as you noticed it. "hahaha, they seemed to be surprised!" you said. "right? i mean i would be too if i were them." ruggie agreed with your response. jamil and kalim were now finished with their runway so they walked back to the backstage where you and the rest are waiting for your turn. "goodluck on your turn!" kalim said while walking pass by the three of you.

"oh shit, it's our turn already?" ruggie's eyes were in shock. "quit slacking off already. we need to get this thing done immediately." leona tells ruggie. "alright, let's get to it!" he says as he stretches his arms. you felt leona's hand holding onto yours. it was the idea you guys agreed with a while ago. leona, ruggie, and you began to walk down the runway. all the fairies were looking at you three which made you feel nervous. you still mananged to walk down presentably fine. you could tell that most of their faces had a surprised look because you held hands with leona. they might have took a guess to where you are lovers to which you both actually are. leona's plan did seem to work.

when it was now the time to showcase a pose, leona comes to you closer and pulls your hand near to his where places a soft peck on your hand. you were screaming inside your head the moment that happened. you felt butterflies entering your body. ruggie wondered why the fairies were applauding so loudly than expected. he looks over at you and leona and knew the answer to it. "what the-"

he didn't want to complain so he leaves you both alone until the runway presentation was now finished. you and leona were still holding hands on your way back to where kalim and jamil were waiting. jamil and kalim were amazed to see leona kiss your hand during the runway. "i'll be back. i might take a quick nap from all of this too." leona says as he walked away. "really now? we aren't even finished." ruggie sighs. "it's okay, we'll just tell leona right away." you assured ruggie.

leona went to a spot where flowers were scattered around. he began to squat down on the ground and close his eyes to take a quick nap as he told them. then he felt some sparkly sight falling off his face. "huh, what in the hell-" the sparkling glitters that fell off onto his face made him ticklish. then he suddenly started to completely doze off to sleep. the others were already wondering where leona could be since he went out for a while.

"i'll go check on him," you told the rest as you began to search for leona to call him over. you noticed some snorring noises coming near the bushes. you went ahead to go check it out. it turned out to be leona caused all the noises. "oh, its the boyfriend leona. who would've known." you said in a sarcastic tone. you kneeled down next to his sleeping figure and tries to wake him up from his nap. "leona, leona. i hope you're not forgetting the task that the headmage assigned to us." you told him.

your attempt turned out to fail as he still didn't wake up. "wake up, leona." you pulled him off the ground but he was still sleeping. you carried his back for a while, waiting for him to hopefully wake up. to which, he still didn't. "leona, your plan literally worked and now you wanna bail out?" you sighed while complaining. you touched his face to observe the feautres of his face. you couldn't believe you were looking at him upclose. then you finally figured why he still hasn't woke up. "the fairies might've caused this. there's glitter all over your hair."

you assumed they placed a sleeping potion on leona. you sighed again after you realized what you needed to do in order to wake him up. "you left me with no choice, leona." you leaned in closer to his lips. "but i'm not complaining of course, cause you're my boyfriend." you smirked. you let out your last words before you finally made an attempt to fully kiss him on the lips. you gave him a gentle kiss in hopes of him finally waking up from the spell. you noticed leona's fully opening his eyes which lead you to pull away from him. "oh, finally! you're awake-"

"did you just kiss me while i'm on my nap?" leona asks. "no leona, you were put under a spell. your nap took very long that the others, including me, are waiting for you back there." you explained to him. "a spell?" he wonders. "yeah, there's sparkly glitters all over your face and hair, i'm guessing a fairy passed by to cast a sleeping spell on you." leona nodded at your explaination to it.

"hm, those fairies love to set up pranks huh." he points out. leona then glances at you. "you didn't tell me you were a good kisser, too." he lets out a smug look on his face to you. you began to blush at his words. "excuse you?!" you playfully punched him on the shoulder as he laughs at your reaction.

"am i not allowed to compliment my lover being a good kisser?" he asks again just to mess around with you. "okay fine, i am a good kisser since my boyfriend said so." you told him. leona pulls you in closer to his face and whispers something to you. "do that again." he bluntly said. "but-"

you were concerned about the others waiting for you and leona. "don't worry about them, they can wait for a little while." he assures you. he began to intertwine his hand within yours. "i wanna feel your kiss again." you sighed as you let out a chuckle at your boyfriend's words. who are you to say no at your boyfriend's request? you leaned closer to his lips and began to kiss him once again.

[simplyreveries]

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.

[mxzenpai]

Leona Kingscholar x Reader

He’s In Love

Three times others realized he was in love, and the one time he realized it.

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Ruggie found pride in the fact he was one of the few who could wake Leona without completely angering him. Of course, he had food with him every-time he woke the prince so that most likely has something to do with it. However, Ruggie will take his wins and successes where he can get them. Today however, was not one of those days. Ruggie simply did not have the time to get Leona his lunch and deliver it to him in the botanical garden. Instead, he found himself seated at a lunchtable, papers scattered around him as he crammed for his exam next class. Maybe he should have studied like Jack suggested.

You offered to take Ruggie’s place of handling Leona and Ruggie, feeling the stress of failure, happily accepted the offer. He didn’t think about the fact that Leona would not like being woken up by you, or the fact that you did not know what Leona liked to eat. He was too busy looking at his papers to even notice you left the cafeteria without a single ounce of food in your hands.

He looks up from his writing when he hears someone sit in front of him, eyes widening upon seeing you. You smile at him. “I got him.” Ruggie blinks, pencil going slightly slack.

“What do you mean you got him?” You tilt your head, pointing over to the lunch line. Ruggie thought he died and went to heaven when he looked over. He saw Leona of all people, standing in line. His tail was flicking in slight agitation, and he was looking around the room with boredom, but he was there. Ruggie’s view snaps back to you. “How did you manage that?!”

“I asked him to come to the lunchroom since it was time to eat?” You didn’t seem to grasp what was so baffling about the situation. Ruggie blinks once, then twice. He looks down at the table and realizes you don’t have any food.

“Where’s your food?” You go to respond before food is placed in front of you. Ruggie watches as Leona is the one to place said food, ruffling your hair as you say thanks before taking a seat next to you with his own meal. That’s when everything clicks for Ruggie. He laughs to himself, watching the two of you interact in amusement.

He leans on his hand, wondering how long exactly it will take Leona to notice his feelings for you.

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Cheka very happy to meet his uncle’s friend, you were very nice and happily played with him while Leona napped. Apparently his visit was when you two were supposed to have a study session, whatever that was, but you didn’t seem too upset by his interruption. Cheka pouts, cheeks puffed as he crosses his arms. “I’m hungry though!” You sigh, placing down the toy you had.

“The cafeteria isn’t open…I could try getting you a snack from the dorm’s kitchen, but I don’t want to overstep.” Cheka huffs, looking over at his sleeping uncle before climbing to his feet and rushing over. He climbs onto the bed with great effort before shaking Leona’s arm.

“Uncleeeeeeeee I’m hungry and (Y/N) is too scared to cook!” Your eyes widen in offense at the blunt statement of the child before rushing over to scoop him up.

“Cheka! Let him sleep, come on now!” The little beastman wiggles out of your grip, landing back onto the bed with a thump. Leona’s tail flicks in agitation, ears twitching at the noise. His eyes open and they glare at Cheka. You wince but Cheka simply smiles a toothy grin.

“Let’s go get something to eat! We can have a picnic! Oh! Or a…buffet, or-“ Strings of laugher leave the child’s lips as he’s struck with a pillow by Leona. You’re quick to catch Cheka and prevent him from tumbling off the bed.

“Leona!” You scold and said beastman rolls his eyes.

“He was bein’ too noisy.” You roll your eyes in return, placing a giggling Cheka on your hip.

“Well, since you’re up. Cheka and I are going to go out for a bit.” You turn and Cheka watches from over your shoulder as Leona gets up, beginning to put his shoes on. You bend down, picking up Cheka’s toys and putting them in one of his bags. Leona comes up behind the two of you and Cheka watches as he slaps your hand away when you attempt to open the door.

“No.” That’s all that leaves his uncle’s lips before Cheka watches him open the door for you, stepping to the side to allow you to walk out of the room first. You huff in amusement, stepping through the doorway with Cheka before Leona does the same, shutting the door behind him. Cheka blinks, still on your hip as he watches Leona situate himself to the left of you, tail idly swaying and ears flicking gently at the sound of your humming. Cheka’s own tail begins to sway in happiness. Eyes widening in delight. That’s something his Father does! Holds the door open, walks on the left. Ears perked and ready to listen for whatever his Mother says! And his tail is showing he’s happy! You two are acting like his parents!

You were very confused when Cheka began to call you Auntie/Uncle (Y/N) later that day.

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Jack was not expecting this today. Spelldrive games were never easy, taking a lot of athletic skill to play effectively. However, he seemed to be the only one to notice that their team was doing better than usual. Jack’s ear flicks as he thinks, eyes scanning the sidle lines as he takes a sip of water. His eyes pause for a moment when he recognizes you in the crowd. Your eyes connect and you send over an overly enthusiastic wave. Jack responds accordingly before placing his water down, preparing to go back in.

He watches as Leona moves across the field. Fang piercing his lip slightly as he continues to look. Leona put effort into the game, Jack knew that, this much effort though? No. Gears begin to turn as Jack attempts to think of what was causing it. His family wasn’t here and if they were then Leona would have been a no show. Ruggie could have offered him something…must’ve been a good deal. Jack’s ears pin back as the signal of the game ending rings out across the field. It was always noisy.

The crowd cheers at the results of the game and Jack watches as the other team sulks, feeling slightly smug at the feeling of victory coursing through his veins. Leona is quick to make his way to the bench, grabbing his water and downing it, tail flicking as sweat drips down his forehead.

“Didn’t think you could move like that.” Leona pauses, turning to Jack with a quirked brow. Jack is quick to correct himself. “I mean, I know you’re good, just the effort is a bit surprising is all.” Leona goes go bite back before being cut off by another voice.

“That was great! I still don’t really understand what’s going on, but I think I’ll get it in time.” Jack’s lips curl up as he spots you bouncing on your heels before turning back to Leona. The lion beastman has a small smile on his own lips as he looks at you.

“Yeah? I’ll explain what you don’t get. After a nap though. I’m exhausted.” You nod enthusiastically, folding your hands behind your back.

“Want me to come with? I won’t sleep, but I can stay occupied and quiet.” Leona scoffs.

“I don’t care.” Jack watches as Leona walks away, you taking a stance next to him. Leona is quick to correct where you stand, making sure you’re on his right. Jack watches as your figures get smaller as you make your way to the Hall of Mirrors.

So that’s why today’s game was so easy.

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Leona didn’t need anyone. He was fine all on his own. That’s what his pride and ego told him. He was sitting at his chess board, playing against himself as you read a book on his bed. You were playing with the lion earlier, but became slightly discouraged at losing over and over again. Leona’s tail flicks as he thinks, eyes hovering over the king and queen pieces standing next to each other on the black side of the board. His ear twitches as he hears you move slightly on his bed and glances over.

His ears pin back as he notices the book you were reading lays slack in your hand, your head titled as your back leans against the headboard. How you managed to fall asleep in the position the beastman will never know. Leona watches your chest rise and fall slowly, leaning on his hand as his elbow rests on the table he sits at. That cannot be comfortable. With an eye-roll, he stands up and makes his way over to you.

The book is gently placed on the bedside table, Leona making sure to mark the page. The beastman then gets to work, lifting you up to place you on the bed comfortably. He glances back at the chess board for a moment before looking back down at you. He clenches his jaw before he crawls into the bed alongside you. His breathe hitches as you cuddle up against him and Leona begins to run his fingers through your hair.

A soft smile is on his lips as he continues to play with your hair, making sure to not tug and if he runs into a knot, to gently undo it. He leans down, giving you a soft kiss on the crown of your head before pausing. Leona’s eyes widen in alarm at his actions. Oh…oh. You and him need to have a talk later. Well, he has to talk to you. Leona’s face scrunches up just thinking about it. However, for now he is going to take advantage of the situation and rest.

He wraps his arms around you, closing his eyes as his tail thumps against the mattress. His tail settles as his breathing slows. Yeah…he’ll tell you later. He wants this to continue.

[wakacchi]

Leona-niinii ฅ ̳͒•ˑ̫• ̳͒ฅ♡

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

[pinkanonwrites]

So I absolutely love your writing and was wondering if I could suggest Riddle, Leona, Jamil, Azul with an s/o who had horrible scarring and doesn’t talk about it. So naturally the boys would assume it’s a sensitive topic, and treat them delicately… But turns out that those scars are from something stupid like getting into a fight with a raccoon.

Sure thing! As expected, this ended up being a bit silly. Hope you enjoy!

GN! Reader

The first time Riddle saw your scars was when you rolled up your sleeves while helping Trey bake for the next Unbirthday party, simply trying to not let your cuffs dip into the sticky batter. Both his and Trey's gazes lasered in on the horrendous scarring up and down both your arms, but neither of them said anything besides sharing a small, worried glance. He wanted to ask you about them but knew this was neither the time nor the place to do so.

Other Heartslabyul members can tell from a glance not to bring them up, lest they risk a swift and merciless collaring by their housewarden. Whenever your arms are revealed Riddle's expression tightens, surveying the room as if he's daring his fellow students to make a comment or ask a question about them.

When he finally musters up the courage to ask about them, reassuring you he finds you beautiful and just wants to know if you're hurting, boy if he doesn't feel a bit silly when he finds out you got them from trying to pick up an opossum when you were a little kid. His cheeks get all puffed out and his face turns red, promptly shutting himself up and turning away as you coo and thank him for being so worried about your well-being. He does enjoy the praise, as flustered as he looks.

Lazing around with Leona in the midday sun of the conservatory, you stretched your arms over your head and accidentally revealed to him a series of long, thin scars that ran over each of your sides, just above your hip. His brow furrowed as your shirt covered them once more, cupping a clawed hand gently over your hip and tugging you close to snuggle up to him.

He's always liked to wrap a hand around your hip to keep you close to him, to stake his "ownership" of you. But now he does it so gently, so lightly it almost tickles as he rubs his thumb back and forth over the soft skin hidden beneath your shirt. You do the same to him sometimes, running your thumb so lovingly over the scar on his face when he rests his head in your lap, the least he can do is offer the same comfort.

You finally mention where you got the scars when Leona comes to visit Ramshackle. As you liken the rickety house to an abandoned building you and your friends explored near your school, mentioning how cut up you got squeezing through one of the shattered doorways, it finally clicks for him. From there the teasing floodgates are opened, and every time he finds you with a little scuff or scrape he asks if you were reigniting your urban exploration fantasies.

After Jamil's overblot, when you rolled up your pant cuffs to splash around in the cool water of the oasis, that's when Azul first saw your scars. Dozens of jagged lines and puncture marks everywhere from your ankles all the way up to your knees. It made his stomach turn a bit, trying to imagine what or who might have inflicted you with those gashes.

He's often hovering around you, making sure you don't get bumped into or lose your balance. If he's not available you'll usually have one or both of the twins observing you from a safe distance, boss's orders. He doesn't want anyone else harming his precious pearl, after all.

When you finally mention that you got all those scars from the wild raspberry bushes around your childhood home, he assumes you're joking with him. He knows what raspberries are, he isn't stupid, but are the bushes really that dangerous? One small hike with Jade later serves to prove that yes, they are, especially if you're a reckless little kid wearing shorts in the summer. He chides you, warning you to not do anything so rash in the future.

Jamil had seen your scar the very first day you had met, along with just about everyone else in school. It wasn't exactly easy to miss; the curved line cutting across your forehead and down into your eyebrow was painfully obvious to anyone who looked at you for more than a few minutes. He didn't think about it much until the two of you actually began interacting on a daily basis.

He watches you a lot, only when he thinks you aren't looking (and often times you aren't). He's not the type to bring it up on his own, it's none of his business after all, but he does worry about you. He's on edge whenever you mention having a headache, even if it has nothing to do with your scar at all.

You mention it offhand one day, the stupid cause of your forehead scar. The man who was re-shingling your house roof when you were a kid knocked a metal bucket off the edge when you were heading out to school, and instead you had to get rushed to the E.R. for stitches. As you proudly regale the story of the ice cream cake and flowers the repairman bought as an apology Jamil breathes a sigh of relief, almost visibly melting into his seat. Now he'll just have to make sure nothing that unlucky happens to you again.

[revasserium]

Hello, hello! I would like to request a drabble with Leona Kingscholar and the prompt, "after a gunshot wound" + fem! reader, please. Make the ending happy, please. I can't stand sad endings.😥 Thanks!

reqs are open :) @savanaclaw1996

after a gunshot wound (mafia!au for my 31 days of aus)

leona; 2,147 words; angst w/ a happy ending bc... u just said that the end had to be happy, right? lol; also cw for blood and guns

clean hands.

no one would mistake him for a murderer, not by the soft of his hands, the tenderness of palms, but as he tears off his ruined gloves with his teeth, the blood still warm and dripping even as it coagulates against his skin, he wonders what the world might think if only they knew the truth — that being a prince to a dying empire also means courting death.

and he has never been one to fuss over keeping his own hands clean.

unlikely savoir.

if you were to ask him why he saved you, why you of all people, leona doesn’t think he’d be able to find an answer. because the answer — the true answer — is far too pedantic: that his body moved before his mind could catch up. that before he really knew what he was doing, he was already at your side.

“this… isn’t how things are supposed to go —” you cough, feeling the pain ricochet through your whole body from the base of your spine, the side of your waist wrapped in layers and layers of bandages.

“yeah, i know,” he says, one leg propped on the other, his hair twisted in a hasty braid, tossed over his far shoulder. he’s cleaning a gun — one of his favorites, an old smith and wesson 29 — wiping down the sides and the handle with a meticulousness that people would never usually associate him with.

“daddy always said —”

“— that if you needed more than six shots to kill someone… you’d probably end up dead first,” leona finishes, a smirk quirking his lips as his hands pause over the glinting metallic barrel. “i remember… he taught me too.”

you sigh and lay back on the pristine white sheets, staring up at the hospital’s linoleum ceiling.

“do you miss him?” you ask, not really looking at him.

“what kinda question is that?” he asks, and his voice is a low, seismic rumble, almost too quiet to hear.

“it… you should’ve… i mean —” your words catch in your throat and your hand shoots up to cover your mouth, almost dislodging the iv hooked up to the back. leona tuts before gently tugging your hand back down.

“i should’ve saved him? bullshit — he’d kill me himself if he got outta there and you didn’t.”

“but —”

“shh… don’t think about that… you need to rest.”

you’re vaguely aware of the buzzing warmth spreading through your limbs from your right arm before your eyes fall shut and your breathing evens out once more.

by the door, ruggie cocks his head.

“when’re you gonna tell her, boss?”

leona slates him a dark look, “when she’s ready to hear it.”

not where but when.

“mr. kingscholar, back again today?”

“yes, room —”

“i know the one, sir. uhm… it’s just —”

the nurse purses her lips, her eyes flickering from leona’s deadpan face to the room down the hall, the lights always kept low, the blinds always drawn.

“just say it already.”

the nurse jumps at leona’s voice, but she swallows and nods.

“it’s almost been… a whole year now… don’t you think we should move her to the longterm ward? the rooms are bigger up there — and there’s more natural light — i’m sure she would —”

“no. that one’s fine. and… she can’t be moved.”

he doesn’t look up as the nurse nods tersely, watching as he makes his way to the end of the hallway, the last door on the right. he takes a breath as he stands in the doorway, his eyes catching on your sleeping form.

he pulls a revolver from his pocket, drops into the seat next to you, turns down the dial for your sleeping drugs, and slowly starts to clean.

when you wake up this time, your eyes are a little bit clearer, but your gaze is still unfocused when they land on him.

“l-leona? wh-what happened?”

“you were shot,” he says, matter of fact as he turns his eyes back to his gun.

“yeah… i feel that. but… where… when…” you frown, trying to feel along the side of your body where the bandages are. they feel stiff, and somehow, the pain is too far away. leona tuts as he tugs your hand away.

“don’t mess with your bandages — you’ll never heal properly that way.”

you purse your lips as your hand goes slack in his.

“you got… new gloves.”

“huh? yeah — course i did. i couldn’t keep my old ones.”

you nod, letting your head fall back onto the pillows, staring up at the barren landscape of the hospital room ceiling.

“leona…?”

“hm?”

“i… i want to go home.”

leona goes still, his whole body feeling like a wound spring, his stomach clenching inside him as he stares at the gun in his hands. he has to curl his fingers into his palm to stop himself from shaking.

“ye-yeah. we’ll get you home. i promise.”

“when?” you ask, turning towards him, your eyes wide and hopeful.

he casts you a smile, and somehow, even after all this, it’s the bravest thing he’s ever had to do.

“soon.”

time warp.

“you can’t keep doing this.”

“the fuck i can’t.”

“boss — it’s not fair —”

“don’t talk to me about fair —”

ruggie winces as leona’s fist smacks into the punching bag, nearly knocking it completely sideways as he lets out a frustrated snarl, ripping off his boxing gloves.

ruggie takes a deep breath, “it’s been almost two years. the hospital bills alone are getting insane —”

“so what? it’s not like we’re strapped for cash —”

“but how’s this doing either of you any good? i mean —”

“oh, you think i want this? you think i enjoy this fifty first dates shit? this… this — weird, time-warp where every time i go to see her i’ve gotta pretend that — that everything’s just happened? that i’m not the reason she’s in that bed to begin with?!”

leona’s chest is heaving by the time he finishes, his face pushed up against ruggie’s almost nose to nose. and still, ruggie steels himself to hold his ground.

“you’re not the real reason she’s in that bed.”

“i was the one who shot her!”

“you were the one who saved her.”

leona shakes his head, sinking his now-bare fist into the punching bag once more. ruggie chews on his bottom lip, resisting the urge to turn tail and run. but he’s had enough running for a lifetime — this at least, is something he needs to do.

“she — she deserves to know,” he says.

but leona only swallows and shakes his head.

“i… i don’t know how to tell her.” and it’s the first time that he’s admitted it to himself, out loud at least. and even the words are crippling — the breath seeps from him as he sinks down against the wall, letting his head thunk back, his hair falling loose from it’s haphazard ponytail.

“well…” ruggie says, joining him on the ground, casting his eyes up as well, a light grin pulling at his lips, “you start with one word, and then the next… and then sometime after that, it should get easier.”

and try as he might, leona can’t help the laugh that stumbles up and out of his throat — torn from him almost like ripping off a scab, leaving him feeling red and raw and restless. he shakes his head, letting his shoulder bump against ruggie’s.

“you’re a shit best friend.”

ruggie smiles, “and you’re a shit boss. but hey — we can’t have everything, can we?”

the first time.

and the next time he goes to see you, he tells himself that it’s the last time he’ll do this. but when he walks into your room, it’s to find you already awake, staring up at the ceiling. when he breaches the threshold of the room, your eyes slide over to settle on him, and a faint smile graces your lips.

“hey you.”

leona blinks.

“uh — h-hey… did the sleep drugs wear off?” he can feel his heartbeat thrumming a too-quick baseline at the back of his throat and he wonders if one of the nurses had screwed up your daily doses of anesthesia.

“they must’ve… what time is it?” you look around for a clock in the room. there isn’t one but leona looks around with you.

“not that late,” he says, dropping into the chair next to your bed, “are you… hungry?”

“starved,” you say, laughing as you try to sit up and he reaches out to wrap an arm around your shoulders. you’d never been fragile, not even when you were a tiny little girl, but just now beneath his hands, he laments at how breakable you seem.

“i dunno if you’d like any of the hospital food but… i could try paging for one of the nurses.”

“no, it’s okay. the only good stuff at a hospital is the jello anyway.”

leona laughs, nodding as he props you up on a pile of pillows, sitting back and staring at you in mixed awe and trepidation. it’s the most he’s heard you say in… god — years? years. and he can’t help marveling at the sound of your voice, just as sure and strong as it’s always been. he used to jam a finger in his ears and yell that you were too loud but now, he thinks he’d like nothing more than to fall asleep to it, just to hear it and hear it and keep on hearing it.

“then… how about we get outta here later and i take you to a proper dinner?”

your smile is sweet and just on the other side of teasing.

“leona kingscholar. are you asking me on a date?”

he sighs, shaking his head, pressing his thumb and forefinger to the top of his nosebridge as he pinches.

“yeah — sure, if that’s what you want to think.”

you regard him for a moment before you drop your gaze to the back of your hand, the iv needle still taped firmly in place.

“i’m… not quite sure what to think… i mean — what’s a girl supposed to think of a guy who’s been lying to her for the past two years?”

leona feels his whole body go cold, but you’re still smiling as you look at him, your hands folded neatly in your lap. so, he forces himself to move, to lean forward and reach for your hands, and when you don’t stop him, he doesn’t question why your touch feels a little bit like salvation. why you’ve always kind of felt like that to him.

“i — i’m sorry.”

“i know… i know you are,” you reach up to tug at the ends of his hair, “it’s gotten way longer y’know… it’s one of the things that gave it away.”

he laughs, the sound both helpless and mercifully light as it spills from him.

“shit… i should’ve known it’d be the hair. you always were so damn obsessed with it.”

and when he looks up, it’s to find your cheeks tinted with a color he hasn’t seen in two long years and it takes everything inside him not to reach out and press his palm to it, to reach out and catch it, to save it and cup it close to his chest like a firefly’s dying light.

“can you blame me? you’ve got gorgeous hair,” you say, even now running your fingers through it and he lets himself sink to the sanctity of your touch.

“so… i guess i owe you an explanation,” he says, finally looking up as your hand drops and he bites down the urge to grab it and press it back to the side of his face, to kiss at the patch just inside your wrist.

“yes, that’d be nice,” you say, your voice as casual as it is light, and he knows, even before he starts speaking that he is forgiven, and it’s all he could’ve ever, ever hoped and prayed for.

you, alive; him, forgiven.

and, given those circumstances, he thinks that he really has no other reason to keep on deflecting anyways. so, leona takes a deep breath and tries to remember ruggie’s words — one word, and then the next —

“so two years ago… your dad came to tell me that there was going to be a coup…”

[married-to-google-translater]

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.