#savanaclaw

[thoselethalarts]

Finally have some new blank TWST card assets to share! And now that I have access to a more efficient way to get the resources I need to make these, there shouldn't be any more delays in me making them for future events 🥰

Much like the rest of the blanks I make, all are free for use for whomever wants to make some for themselves too! If you’re wanting to use them, feel free to tag back to me or this source! Otherwise, I hope they bring some good to whomever wishes to use them~

|| Dorm Card Blanks: Pt 1 | Pt 2 ||

|| SR Event Cards: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 (Tsum) || Pt 4 (Anni) || Pt 5

|| Birthday Card Blanks || Birthday Union Blanks ||

|| Bloomquet Blanks || Platinum Jacket Blanks ||

|| Cozy Loungeware Blanks ||

[dibbledoodle]

BROKE BEHAVIOR 💸

Can’t take this hoe anywhere but chapters 7 shit post

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey there😏 Just imagine L*ona as a life guard. He could be pretty… hot😏

I want you to know that I was having a cold drink when I read this ask and I almost spat it out in shock and horror 🧍‍♂️

OKAY BUT LIKE 🙂‍↕️ as someone who cannot swim but wants to learn, I have issues learning because knowing that a lifeguard is keeping an eye on me gives me anxiety. I know they’re only doing their job and they’re present for the swimmers’ safety but I just can’t help feeling how I do… I don’t like being watched when my back is turned 💦

I think I’d crash out fr if LEONA KINGSCHOLAR was my lifeguard for whatever reason. I can’t deal with his (probably) tacky rich people swimwear and all that… exposed skin (even if this setting is more socially acceptable) 🤢 He should wear a ponytail while on lifeguard duty since I think he looks hot in a ponytail it’s technically an athletic job. ANYWAY, I’d give up on swimming at that point and find something else to do in the pool area/on the beach—whatever keeps me out of his field of vision.

Leona honestly doesn’t feel like lifeguard material except maybe in terms of physique or aesthetics. Bro’s the type of guy all the pool/beach goers try to flirt with or at least is the guy people quietly side eye and drool over when they think he’s not listening (he definitely heard all of that; beastman ears and all). Not humbling him or helping with keeping his ego in check, by the way 😂

I feel like Leona would have his sunglasses on and be sleeping on the job or doing whatever he can to avoid responsibilities unless something serious demands his attention (like someone actually drowning). Like he’d have Ruggie cleaning the pool (if it’s that setting) or chasing down/tweeting his whistle at beach goers. He has Ruggie running him drinks and stuff too. Leona might get annoyed if he had to deal with little kids (he doesn’t seem to like “babysitting” or playing with them) running around with pool/beach toys.

Jack strikes me as a more dedicated person for the role; he has a strong moral compass and takes any task he is assigned seriously. He also doesn’t seem to mind handling kids, especially in athletic settings (since he engages in these with his own younger siblings).

[luxthestrange]

TWST!Memes #102

I sometimes headcanon like kronk angel and devil on your shoulder...Our Yuu/Yuu game specifically have like to hear debates over how to survive better each overbloot guys,you got no idea who these teens japanese highschoolers ghosts- that not anyone else can see but thats your life-

[ladyazurith]

[nataliabat]

Collaborative art with my friends! 🏖️🌅❤️

[dgiterart]

He's so cute in this outfit and @twtysevapr art of Ruggie and Mina made me want to draw him

[yall-got-me-fucked-up]

@phuuca I DELIVER

[twst-until-it-hurts]

[cloud9dreamer]

hi, if this is way too specific or you're just not feeling it i would completly understand but would you potentially be okay with a request for smut with a masc!reader x leona, reader biting leona very hard all over and leona in a more sub position?

Thank you for your request! Hopefully it does justice to what you had in mind.

Boyfailure!Leona. He acts pathetic af. Use of degrading terms like mutt (leona). Male yearning. Pretty boy tears lol.

You.

Leona.

Leona’s sprawled out in the courtyard taking a nap under the shade of a tree, golden sunlight melting into his skin like it belongs there. He has one arm tossed over his eyes, shirt ridden up high revealing his toned abs, tail flicking lazily beside him. You can hear his soft breathing over the distant hum of wind rustling through dry grass.

Perfect.

You saunter over, slow on purpose, letting your shadow fall over his face. He grunts. All too soft for an angry lion.

“Move,” he mutters, not even opening his eyes.

Instead, you crouch beside him and hold something just out of reach—a small, folded slip of paper. “You dropped this,” you say sweetly, tone dipped in amusement.

Leona doesn’t move at first. Then one brilliantly green eye peeks open, drowsy but sharp. He doesn’t look at the paper. He looks at you.

“…What is it herbivore?”

You smirk. “A note. Found it by the training hall. Smells like your cologne.”

(You bribed ruggie for some of his cologne to mess with him of course.)

He sits up slowly, suspicion thick in his gaze now. He takes it from your fingers, cautious. Opens it.

It says:

“Can’t stop staring at them. This is getting ridiculous.”

Signed: “Definitely Not Leona”

His ears flick back. “Tch.”

“You’re not even gonna deny it?” you tease, head tilting. “Not even a lazy little ‘wasn’t me’?”

Leona grumbles something under his breath, crumples the paper, and lies back down like this conversation isn’t happening. “You’ve got too much time on your hands, herbivore.”

But he’s blushing. Not red. Just the faintest warm flush along his cheekbones, barely there—unless you’re looking for it. And you are.

You crouch lower, whispering near his ear:

“Next time, try writing it better. This one’s too obvious.”

He groans. Loudly. “Go away.”

You don’t. You stretch out beside him, stealing his sun like you stole his peace.

And maybe, just maybe, a piece of his pride too.

"What's got the kitty all frazzled up?" you coo at him in a condescending tone

Leona's ears flatten at your tone of voice, his pride bristling at being called 'frazzled' like some weak little kitten. He scowls, green eyes flashing with irritation and a hint of embarrassment at being caught off guard. Leona crosses his muscular arms over his broad chest, the sleeves of his dark yellow shirt straining against his biceps.

"Don't get cocky, herbivore. I'm not 'frazzled'. I just... have things on my mind, that's all." He looks away, not wanting you to see the way his eyes linger on your curves, tracing the swell of your hips and ass underneath the fabric of your clothes appreciatively. "And it ain't nothin' to do with you, so quit bein' so goddamn nosy."

"Ohooo~ kitty's hissing back at me too. You can just go ahead and admit you got a sappy little crush on me, I see the way you're ogling."  you say hands finding purchase on your hips.

Leona's face flushes slightly beneath his tanned skin at your smug declaration, his lion ears flicking in annoyance and embarrassment. He uncrosses his arms getting up, feet eating up the space between you. Looming over you with his tall, muscular frame. His green eyes narrow as he looks down at your defiant face, jaw clenched.

"Tch. As if I'd ever admit to a damn thing like that." He scoffs, but can't help letting his gaze roam over your body again, lingering on the swell of your breasts and waist. "Don't get a big head, herbivore. I'm not interested in gettin' all sappy over some cocky little thing like you."

Despite his harsh words, there's a flicker of desire in Leona's eyes, a hint of the attraction he's trying so hard to suppress. He takes another step closer, until he's invading your personal space, his breath hot on their face.

"You better watch yourself though," he growls lowly. "Keep getting under my skin like this, and I might just have to do somethin' about it."

"Oh but you don't deny it either don't you kingscholar?" You whisper against his lips getting a hold of him by his uniform and shoving him into a dominant kiss. Leona lets out a muffled grunt of surprise, back hitting the tree. You start tugging and caressing at the base of his tail till he's whining in your mouth. "Where's your bite now little cub?"

For a moment, he's too stunned to respond, but as your fingers continue playing with his sensitive tail, he can't hold back a breathy whine that gets lost in your dominating kiss. His eyes widen briefly before fluttering shut, pulse racing as unfamiliar sensations course through him.

When you pull back with a taunting look, Leona's own dilated pupils greet you with unwanted arousal shining through. He can feel his face heating up further, ears pinned back in a mix of embarrassment and reluctant lust. Leona's pride won't let him admit how much he's enjoying this, so instead he grabs your wrists in a tight grip, holding your hands away from his tail.

His voice comes out raspier than he intended when he growls, "Watch it, herbivore. Keep pushing and you'll get more than you bargained for." Despite his warning, he makes no move to actually stop you, secretly hoping you'll continue your bold touches. The dominant side of him is intrigued, even as the lazy, aloof part of him bristles at being manhandled like this.

This makes you bark out a laugh. "Sure you will kitty. Now why won't you get on your knees and show your owner what a good kitty you can be. You dunno might even get you a treat."

Leona's eyes flash with a mix of indignation and reluctant excitement at your commanding words. He's not used to being bossed around like this, especially not by someone he initially considered beneath him. But there's a part of him that thrills at the idea of submitting, of giving in to these new, intense desires.

He holds your wrists tighter for a moment, jaw clenched as he stares you down. Then, with a scowl, he wrenches his arms free and shoves your hands off him. But instead of storming off in a huff like he normally would, Leona takes a step back and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you. His muscular frame is tense, face flushed and stubborn, but he doesn't get up.

Leona glares up at you, pride warring with lust in his green eyes. His voice is a low, reluctant growl when he speaks.

"You're playing a dangerous game, making demands like that. But since you want me to be a 'good kitty' so badly"... He leans forward slightly, nuzzling into your crotch with a disgruntled hiss. "...fine. I'll give you what you want. But don't think this means I'm yours. Got it?"

"Yeah yeah get to munchin'." you say shoving his face into your pussy

Leona lets out a muffled grunt as you roughly shoves his face into your dripping pussy, the slick heat and musky scent overwhelming his senses. He can't help but inhale deeply, a shiver running down his spine at the intoxicating aroma. Despite his initial reluctance, he finds himself drawn to the taste, his tongue darting out to take a tentative lick. The flavor explodes across his taste buds, sweet and tangy and utterly addictive. Leona's eyes flutter shut as he drags his tongue along your slit, lapping up the arousal like a man starved. He can feel your wetness coating his cheeks, dripping down to his chin and onto his shirt. The knowledge that you're reducing him to such a state of need turns him on more than he wants to admit.

Leona starts to eat you out with increasing enthusiasm, his tongue delving between your folds to stroke along your clit. He alternates between broad, flat licks and targeted flicks against the sensitive bundle of nerves, spurred on by your increasingly loud moans. His hands come up to grip your thighs, pulling your legs wider apart as he feasts on your dripping cunt like a man possessed.

"Fuck just like that leona..good boy." you exclaim grabbing onto his chestnut colored locks and petting his head.

Leona can't help but let out a low, rumbling purr of satisfaction at your praise, the vibrations adding to the intense sensations consuming you. Loving the feeling of your fingers threading through his chestnut hair, petting him almost like a real cat. It's demeaning, in a way, but also thrilling. He's never let anyone treat him like this before. Emboldened by the encouragement, Leona doubles his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking his textured tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud. He can feel your thighs trembling against his hands, hear your breathing growing more ragged. The knowledge that he's the cause of your pleasure is intoxicating, stroking his ego in a way that's almost as good as the physical sensations.

He wants to make you come undone so badly, wants to taste your release on his tongue. Leona redoubles his efforts, sucking harder, fucking into you with his tongue and lapping at your clit interchangeably with wild abandon. He's determined to give you the pleasure you crave, even as he hides his face in your crotch to muffle the increasingly loud, appreciative growls rumbling in his chest.

You come undone with a cry. "Good kitty!"  Leona's body jolts as you comes with a loud cry, your juices flooding his mouth and dripping down his chin. He laps it up greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop of your essence. You scratch his chin in satisfaction making him nuzzle into your soft touch. A low, rumbling purr building in his chest. It's a sound of pure, reluctant bliss. Taking a hold of his shoulders and ushering him to lay down on the plush grass taking out his hard cock and pumping it a bit, a guttural groan escapes his lips as precum leaks from his adorable brown tip. "beg for it."

Leona's hips buck up instinctively, seeking more of that delicious friction. His face is flushed, eyes glazed over with lust as he stares up at you. He's never had to beg for anything in his life, but the need consuming him is unlike anything he's ever felt before. With a low, reluctant growl, he hear himself rasp out, "Please... please I need it. I need you. Please fuck me."

"That's a good kitty." you coo out. You then proceed to ease yourself on his dick. "That feel good baby?" you rasp out peering down at him from my lashes.

Leona lets out a strangled moan as you continue sinking down onto his throbbing cock, your heat engulfing him completely. His eyes widen and roll back in bliss as your walls clench and flutter around his sensitive shaft, gripping him like a vice. He's never felt anything so incredible in his life, and he can't help but buck his hips up to meet yours, driving himself even deeper into your perfect, perfect body.

As you continue peering down at him through your lashes waiting for answer, a coy smile on your face havingreduced him to an unresponsive mess, Leona feels a rush of heat to his already flushed cheeks. He's never been so exposed, so vulnerable, and the mix of embarrassment and exhilaration is headier than any wine. His voice comes out as a desperate, needy whine when he responds, "Fuck... yes. Feels so fucking good. You're so... so perfect. Don't stop, please don't stop."

"Uh uh uh! You keep those hips planted to the ground mister. Lest you don't want to come." you say coming down on him harder to drive the point home.

Leona's eyes widen and he lets out a strangled groan as your hips slam down onto his with increasing force. The new rhythm has his cock hitting depths he's never felt before, and it takes every ounce of his self-control not to buck up into your exquisite heat. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he grips them, trying to anchor himself against the urge to thrust.

He swallows thickly, Adam's apple bobbing in his tanned throat. When he speaks, his voice is a low, desperate rasp, laced with lust and barely restrained need. "Y-yes, ma'am. I'll... I'll keep still. Just please... please don't stop fucking me like that. Feels too good... want you to use me. Want you to... ungh... come all over my cock."

"Those hands of too pretty boy. Don't make me say that twice." you say glaring down in warning before switching to a grinding pace as punishment.

Leona's eyes widen and he quickly moves his hands to grip the grass below him, knuckles turning white as he digs his fingers deep into the previously patchless grass. He can feel the sting of your warning glare like a physical blow, and he knows better than to test your patience further. His breath comes in short, sharp pants as you keep grinding down on him with slow, deliberate circles, your hips rolling sensually against his own.

The new pace is maddening, the constant stimulation driving him to the brink of insanity. Leona's cock throbs and pulses inside you, leaking copious amounts of precum that allow your bodies to move together with obscene wet sounds. He can feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight as the pressure mounts.

Through gritted teeth, he grits out, "I'm your good boy, your pretty little fucktoy. I won't touch without permission again. Just please... please keep using me. I'm so close... want to come so badly. Want to fill you up..." His words dissolve into a desperate, wanton moan as you grinds down particularly hard, threatening to push him over the edge.

"Beg for it let's see if you deserve it mutt."

Leona's face contorts in a mix of pleasure and agony as you grind down on him, your pace slow and punishing. He can feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing almost painfully as it's stimulated over and over. The pressure in his balls is unbearable, and he knows he won't last much longer. But he also knows he needs to beg for permission, to prove his devotion to you.

With a low, desperate whine, he looks up at you through eyes hazed with lust. His voice is a broken, needy rasp when he speaks, dignity and pride forgotten in the heat of the moment. "Please...please let your good boy come. I've been so good, taking everything you've given me. I'm begging you, please... please let me come inside this perfect pussy. Please please please... I need it so badly. I'm your loyal mutt, your toy to use however you want. Just please... give me permission to come. I'm begging you."

"Now." you command.

Leona lets out a roar of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. His hips surge up, burying his cock as deep as physically possible inside your clutching heat as his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave. His vision goes white as he comes harder than he ever has in his life. You bend over biting his neck. Leaving various bites as he comes down from his high.

Leona's claws extend, shredding the grass beneath him as he grabs handfuls with all his strength. His body shakes and jerks with the force of his release, pleasure overwhelming his senses until he can barely think straight. Distantly, he feels your teeth sinking into his neck over and over, marking him again and again as he rides out his own high. The mix of pain and pleasure is exquisite, only heightening his bliss.

As the waves of his intense orgasm start to subside, Leona goes limp beneath you, chest heaving as he pants for air. His cock continues to twitch and dribble inside you, overstimulated and sensitive from the force of his release. He can feel your bites throbbing where their teeth pierced his skin, a tangible reminder of your claim over him.

With a voice rough from screaming, Leona rasps out, "Thank you... thank you for letting your good boy come. I'm yours... all yours." He nuzzles into your neck, still shuddering with the aftershocks of his earth-shattering orgasm.

[reiseinikomi]

[theavengerfairy]

Art by @cozymochi (go check out some of her other work! 👀)

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[solxamber]

Giving Them Chocolates on Valentine's Day with: Savanaclaw

Go here for other dorms

Leona Kingscholar

You find Leona sprawled out under his favorite tree, one arm draped over his eyes, looking about two seconds away from a nap.

Typical.

You take a deep breath, shoving down every ounce of nervousness, and step closer, holding out the neatly wrapped box. “Here.”

Leona cracks one eye open, lazily glancing at the chocolates like you just handed him an average Tuesday. With a low hum, he takes them, rolling the box in his hand with a raised brow.

“Hm? What’s this for?”

You narrow your eyes. “What do you think it’s for?”

He stretches, completely unbothered, as if he gets gifted chocolates all the time (which, okay, maybe he does, but that’s not the point right now).

“Dunno," he drawls, clearly messing with you. "You bribing me for something?”

Your eye twitches. “Leona.”

He huffs a laugh, finally looking at you, amusement flickering in his gaze. And then you say it.

"Happy Valentine’s Day."

And oh.

It’s like you hit him with a truck.

His smirk falters for half a second, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around the box. His pupils dilate—a barely-there shift, but you catch it.

He goes quiet. Not his usual lazy, I-don't-care quiet, but the kind that comes when he’s actually processing something.

Then, so smoothly it almost throws you off, he leans back, a slow, pleased grin spreading across his face.

"…Took you long enough," he murmurs, sounding downright smug.

Your heart does a stupid flip. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Leona ignores you, already sitting up properly, one arm resting lazily over his knee. "Pick a nice place for dinner tonight," he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. "On me, of course."

You blink. "What?"

He taps the box. "These chocolates. They’re from you. To me." He tilts his head, all sharp confidence and warmth. "That makes us partners now, doesn’t it?"

Your brain short-circuits. “I—wait, what—"

"Better choose somewhere good," he continues, completely unbothered by your struggling. "I’m not wasting our first date on cheap takeout."

Your heart is going through it.

Leona smirks. "Oh? What’s with that look?"

You swear you see his tail flick just slightly, the only sign of how incredibly pleased he is.

You groan, covering your face with your hands. "You’re doing this on purpose."

He chuckles, leaning in just close enough to murmur, "Yeah, yeah. You still like me, though."

…You’re doomed.

Ruggie Bucchi

You barely get the chance to say anything before Ruggie spots the chocolates in your hands. His sharp eyes flicker to the heart-shaped box, and he immediately grins.

“Oooh, what’s this?” He leans in slightly, tail swishing with interest. “Someone confess to ya?”

You blink. “Huh? No.”

He tilts his head, playful and curious. “Oh? Then, uh… you gonna keep it?”

You narrow your eyes. “Why?”

His grin widens. “Because if ya don’t want it, I can, y’know… dispose of it for ya.”

You snort. “Ruggie, you just wanna eat it.”

“Duh.” He laughs, not even bothering to deny it. “Be a shame to waste good chocolate, right?”

Typical Ruggie.

You shake your head, amused, before finally shoving the box toward him. “Good thing it’s for you, then.”

Ruggie pauses.

It’s subtle, the way his ears perk up, the way his tail stiffens mid-swing. His grip on the box is light at first, almost hesitant, like he’s making sure he heard you right.

“For me?” His voice comes out softer, almost cautious.

You nod, suddenly a little shy under his gaze. “Yeah. I like you. So, you know… Happy Valentine’s Day.”

For the first time, Ruggie looks completely, utterly stunned.

His mouth parts slightly, blinking up at you like his brain just hit a temporary loading screen. And honestly? He looks adorable.

Then—just as quickly as the surprise hit—he recovers.

Ruggie grins, his usual confidence flickering back into place as he shifts the box under one arm. “Well, well. Ain’t this a nice surprise?”

You raise a brow. “You okay there?”

“Pfft. ‘Course I am!” He laughs, shaking his head. “Just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

Then—softer, warmer, but still undeniably Ruggie— “I like you too, y’know.”

Your heart stumbles.

He notices, obviously, because his grin turns downright cheeky. “Heh. Look at you, getting all flustered."

“Oh, shut up.”

He just laughs again, effortlessly slipping his fingers through yours, tugging you along like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “C’mon, let’s go. Can’t let all this romantic energy go to waste, right?”

And just like that—you’re dragged along.

Jack Howl

Jack is not the kind of guy who gets flustered easily. He’s tough, level-headed, always the first to brush things off with that no-nonsense attitude of his.

Which is why seeing him completely short-circuit is so incredibly satisfying.

You hold out the chocolates, your heart hammering as you say, “These are for you. I like you, Jack. Happy Valentine’s.”

His ears shoot straight up. His tail freezes mid-sway. His mouth opens like he’s about to say something, but—nothing.

No words. No sound. Just pure, stunned silence.

You wait.

And wait.

Jack still says nothing.

But his tail? His tail is betraying him completely.

It explodes into motion, wagging so fast that you swear he’s about to lift off like a helicopter. NASA is calling. He’s about to reach orbit.

“…Jack?” you prompt, biting back a smile.

He blinks rapidly, as if rebooting, and finally—finally—manages to form words.

“I—” He clears his throat, cheeks flushed, voice a little strained. “I like you too.”

Your heart skips.

Jack rubs the back of his neck, glancing to the side like he’s gathering his courage. “Are you, uh… free tonight?”

You tilt your head. “Why?”

He shifts awkwardly. The tail is still going. “Because I wanna take you on a date.”

Your stomach flips. “Yeah,” you say, smiling. “I’d like that.”

Jack nods, determined, as if locking this in before fate can take it away. “Good. I’ll—I’ll plan something nice.”

You have never seen him this flustered. It is absolutely adorable.

And judging by the way his tail refuses to stop wagging, you’re pretty sure he’s never been this happy, either.

Masterlist ; Valentine's Event

[husbandomail]

"braiding hair" for Ruggie please :3

“—it’s too hot!” you whine from your spot on the floor. Even sprawled out on the rocks by the waterfall, your entire body is slick with sweat; how do the beastmen do it?

“You knew that when you came over,” Ruggie clicks his tongue and digs his heel into your thigh. “Don’t you have anything else to complain about? Sand gettin’ everywhere, maybe?”

You just let out another strangled whine. Ruggie rolls his eyes.

Knowing you’re not acclimated to desert weather, Ruggie had made it a point to keep you in the cooler parts of the Savanaclaw dorm— there’s a functional watering hole in their living room for a reason after all— but it seems you’re even more fragile than he’d expected. Of course he’d never expect a magicless human to keep up with his boundless energy; Ruggie grew up scrapping and running in the heat, and like the other beastmen, is unbothered by their realm— but you are bright red and practically melting.

Ruggie sighs. “Sit up. C’mere.”

You’ve never missed an opportunity to bother the hyena— the words have barely left his mouth before you’re draped over Ruggie’s lap, and he lets out a loud “yeugh!” at the stickiness of your skin. Had you not been wilting, you would’ve laughed.

“Not that close!” He shoves you back off his lap and positions himself firmly behind you; when you try to turn and face him, Ruggie grips you by the shoulders to keep you from turning around. “Sit still!” he demands, “or I’ll stop!”

Or he’ll stop—? Before you can ask what he’s planning, Ruggie’s claws are tangled in your hair, and your thoughts fizzle out.

“—damn, I didn’t think that’d actually work,” he muses out loud as he arranges your hair. First he tugs it away from your neck, gathering the strands into vague pigtails and finally providing some relief from the sticky heat. “You got quiet all of a sudden. Still with me?” Ruggie’s voice lilts, and even with your eyes closed, you’re deeply familiar with the very sound of his mischievous grin.

Apparently you take too long to respond, because Ruggie lets out a harsh breath against the back of your neck, the sudden burst of cold air making you jolt and squeal. “Hey, you told me to sit still!”

“Yeah, doesn’t look like you can follow simple directions, can ya?” The beastman rests his chin on your shoulder for just a moment before making a face— ew, you’re still sticky.

As Ruggie’s hands resume their repetitive motions, your eyes flutter shut again. Now he’s sectioned your hair into thirds and is effortlessly looping it all together. “I didn’t know you could braid hair.”

Behind you, Ruggie shrugs.

“I do it for Leona too,” he says casually, “and I’ve always done it for the kids back home. Of course I know how to braid.” He tugs on your partial plait and you can hear his grin again. “What, you can’t do it yourself?”

“Shut up,” you grumble.

Once Ruggie has deftly finished the braid, he fishes through his pockets for a hairtie or something else to tie it off; as soon as his claws leave your scalp, you shake your head wildly, the braid coming loose and undoing all his hard work.

“Why would you do that—!”

You’re grinning as you tilt yourself back against him. “Oh no,” you snicker, “guess you’ll have to do it again.”

[tynakiki]

Title: "Pride and Purring"

Paring: Leona kingscholar x Male cat reader

Setting: somewhere in Savanaclaw Dorm outside

Leona Kingscholar was used to being the top cat. Literally and figuratively. So when you — a new student with sharp eyes, twitching ears, and a tail that swayed with too much confidence — strutted into NRC, he felt… irritated.

You were too smug. Too loud. Too cat.

“Oi, Kingscholar,” you smirked one afternoon, casually stretching out on a sunlit patch of grass — one of Leona’s favorite napping spots. “This spot taken?”

Leona cracked one eye open, tail flicking. “Tch. You’re in my sun.”

“I am the sun,” you purred, flopping next to him with zero shame. “Get used to it, your highness.”

That was the start of everything.

From then on, the two of you were in a constant push-pull: racing to claim the best sunbathing spot, stealing each other’s snacks, flicking ears in passing, low growls that turned into quiet chuckles. Despite his grumbles, Leona never actually told you to leave.

One day, you found him unusually tense, ears flat, tail twitching with frustration. You padded over, kneeling beside him.

“Trouble in the savanna?”

He shot you a glare, but it softened under your gaze. You were patient — more than others. And you smelled like comfort and sun-warmed linen. Familiar.

“Family politics. Don’t feel like talking about it,” he muttered, burying his face in his arm.

Without a word, you lay beside him, your tail curling lazily around his. A subtle, quiet offer.

“…Thanks,” he said after a long pause, his voice low. “You’re annoying. But you get it.”

You smirked. “It takes a cat to understand a lion.”

His chuckle rumbled in his chest, deep and warm. For once, he didn’t push you away when you curled closer. Instead, he tilted his head, eyes half-lidded.

“Don’t think this means I like you or anything.”

“Of course not,” you purred, brushing your tail along his. “Just a couple of cats keeping warm.”

But he didn’t move when you fell asleep next to him. And the next morning, when someone tried to shoo you both away from the courtyard, it was Leona who growled first.

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❥ Twisted Wonderland Dormitory Songs