Hello! If you have the time and energy, can I request hcs for the Scarabia, Pomefire and Savannaclaw gang finding out that the reader has a crush on someone from their dorm but it isn't them? The reader actually has a crush on one of the NPCs, and that NPC requites the reader's feelings. How would they react?
It's ok if you don't want to do this also. No pressure
You really want the sad boy hours huh? That's okay because I happily write them <3
also some of the NPCs do be kinda fine tho-
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super smug when he finds out you like someone in Savanaclaw
he won't say anything but he's very sure it's him
he's just so great so of course you would like him
Leona even teases you lightly about your crush
until he finds out who it is
and then he's both very upset and confused
how could you like that guy?
he's just some brute and wouldn't treat you right
but then you tell them and he accepts your feelings...
Leona is angry
that student has way more spelldrive practice then usual and it's more intense
Leona is keeping a close eye on you and the student
if somehow he thinks they are treating you badly he is stepping in and stopping it
when he finds out that you have a crush on someone in Savanaclaw, he's not immediately going to assume it's him
but he absolutely wants to know who
once he finds out it's someone else he's a little heartbroken but won't show it
instead he'll just go along with it and support you with your crush
the student returns your feelings and Ruggie is happy for you
even though he's crushed on the inside
he's going to stick by you and make sure they don't hurt you
you have a crush on a Savanaclaw student?
he won't assume it's him, but that means there's a chance it's him
the tail is wagging
his behavior won't change until he knows for sure who you like
and when he finds out, the tail has stopped wagging
Jack won't say anything and he'll support you with your crush, but he's very sad
when they return your feelings, he's happy for you
but he will accept it and eventually move on
the thought that it could be him doesn't even cross his mind
automatically assumes it's someone else and is excited to find out who
Kalim wants to help you with your crush
so he's going to be chatting with your crush before you even confess
and when you both express your feelings for each other, Kalim is happy for you two
it isn't until he sees you acting like a couple with them that he starts to get a weird feeling
and somewhere in the back of his mind he wishes he could do that stuff with you
he would like to think your Scarabia crush is him, but he's not going to assume
he's very careful afterwards
Jamil will try to figure out who it is, but also may slightly test the waters by saying something vaguely flirty to see if you react
when he finds out who it is, he's very upset but good at hiding it
he will carefully observe your crush and how they act with you
may or may not make plans and set ups that frame your crush in a negative light
he can treat you so much better than that guy
at first when Vil hears that you like someone in Pomefiore, he's assumes it's him
he is the most beautiful after all
plenty of people are in love with Vil so it's only natural that you would be too
but when he find out it's not him...
how dare you like that little nobody instead of him
but he'll act all nice and supportive of you
and when they accept your feelings he's very bitter
that Pomefiore student now has so much more work to do
Vil is very passive aggressive towards them
they are now held to a very high and almost impossible standard by Vil
once he finds out you like someone in Pomefiore he's doing his research
even if you don't tell him who he will find out
he needs to know
Rook will end up knowing more about your crush than you do
he will help you with your crush, but that doesn't mean he accepts your crush
you deserve the best and he's gonna make sure you get it
once your crush returns your feelings, he is keeping a very close eye on them
and he may threaten them if he feels they aren't treating you right
they won't be able to escape Rook if they tried
he won't assume your Pomefiore crush is him
but he clings to the chance it might be him
suddenly Epel is trying harder to impress you
until he finds out who it is
he's heartbroken when it's not him
he wants to support you, but it's hard with how heartbroken he is
Epel may distance himself for a little bit to try and get over himself
but he'll come back because he still cares about you
he may try to fight your crush if he thinks they aren't good for you or treating you right
Leona Kingscholar one of my favs lol
Summary: Taking care of Leona is certainly different from taking care of Riddle. He hasn’t woken up yet, but that’s fine. Nothing you, as the janitor of Night Raven College, can’t handle.
(If anyone’s wondering, this is where I imagine the whole “penpals with Falena” starts. Yell about your thoughts at me if you will.)
“…It’s cold…” Leona rasped out, curling into himself as best an injured, pain-killer drugged man can do. You can’t even say if he was actually conscious or not. The low pitch, the way the words almost were indistinguishable from the drafts you’d get in your room, makes it seem as though he’s still trapped in a dream.
“I know, I know,” you mumbled either way, wiping his bare back with a towel, “Hold on, I’m almost done.”
Leona’s certainly a different challenge to bath compared to the slight form of Riddle, but at least this bed’s big enough to accommodate just about any size. He’s not as heavy as he appeared to be and he’s pliant enough, not quite the squirmy mess that Riddle was when he was trapped in a night terror.
Though, that doesn’t mean that Leona didn’t have his own troubles plaguing him while you were giving him a sponge bath.
“…It’s…cold…” He talks quite a bit in his sleep, but only these lines. Repeating the same thing, over and over again even when he’s drowning the sheets with his sweat, and even when that fever had passed.
You grabbed his shoulder, said “Alright, back you go,” and laid him flat on the bed with the towels removed. Putting Leona in loose fitting clothing was a bit of a hassle considering his rag doll like state, but you’ve had the practice. Not like you had much of a choice.
He murmured something as his head fell to the side. You couldn’t hear, but you could guess what he’s saying.
“What are you dreaming about?” You lifted his head, arranging his hair behind him so it wasn’t irritating his face. “Something you won’t ever tell me, that’s for sure. There we go.”
Prideful beings such as Leona would rather keep their dreams to the grave all while dismissing it as anything important. Dreams are often nonsensical but with magic at play, and its relationship with the imagination itself, there always that slight possibility of something more.
Will you get to know the details? Probably not. You never really ask so much as you piece it together. Heavy weighs the loneliness upon a crownless head, you suppose. Funny though, even with a crown, that shining gold wouldn’t be enough to deter that isolation.
He only really stops mumbling when you put a hand on his forehead. Not his head, not his back, not his hand, the forehead. How interesting.
You stretched, working out some of your sore muscles before a tiny knock at the window caught your attention. “Hm?”
You parted from the bed and opened the window. Outside, with gold dust flowing with the wind, a little wood fairy was waving a letter right at you. You grabbed it, making sure to toss a sugar cube their way before fastening the window shut once more.
The envelope was a fancy thing, colorful in it’s warm yet vibrant colors, like the writer couldn’t stand for the standard white envelopes that you find a lot. There was a gold wax seal that stood out, of an insignia that you don’t really recognize.
You draped yourself on the nearest chair and broke the seal.
Two letters were present inside, one written boldly in that ham-fisted way kids do when trying to keep their pen steady, and another in unique curves as though they’re not used to writing in this language.
Letters of gratitude, from both Cheka and his father, the first prince, Falena.
sweetest of dreams
"let's meet in our dreams tonight"
characters: leona kingscholar, gn!reader
- i have been infected with leona kingscholar brain rot!! i'm simping for him so hard rn-
- feedback is appreciated!
His head is heavy, filled with thoughts. They float aimlessly in his mind without any true meaning behind them: simple 'what ifs' and daydreams that he dreams of in his leisure time. The sun is bright, shining overhead and suffocating Leona in it's warmth as he lays in the Botanical Garden without a damn about the world. The sweet scents of the flowers, the earthy smell of the ground, they all wafted in and out of his sense of smell. The breeze caressed him like a child, a delicate force of nature gently cooling the sweating beast.
The sweet smell of his herbivore. How could he ever resist such temptation? His one true love, his ray of light in the darkness he called his light - his reason to continue living. Not just surviving, but actually living. The familiar scent came dancing around, standing out even amongst the myriad of scents and fauna.
"Leona, where are you?"
Leona stood up, carefully silencing his footsteps. His emerald green eyes immediately spotted you, donned in the customary Night Raven College uniform that stood out like a grey cloud in a field of vibrant flora. He immediately prepared himself and at the right moment, growled playfully.
"Right here, herbivore."
Leona pounced, a thump against your back as you went falling, unable to keep up with his heavy body mass. He quickly rolled you guys over in mid-air, so you'd land perfectly on his chest while he took the impact. You spluttered, carefully checking the back of his head for injuries, but the rumble of his chest and the laughs that escaped him made you huff playfully.
"You got me worried! I thought you got hurt!" You huffed, looking away. Leona simply let out a last laugh, his grin wide and careless as if he didn't care about who was watching. "As if. I'm the king, to be bested by the floors would be quite a feat."
You pinched his chest, smirking as he let out a yelp. His eyes lidded over, looking at you like a predator on the hunt.
"Mhmm, yes, my king," You playfully tilted your head back and a hand came to rest on your forehead. You nodded, fanning your mock-flushed face as Leona chuckled. "Mhmm, whatever you say, my king."
"Oh hush," Leona stood up, tugging you up and into his chest again. He made his way over to the bench, lying down with an arm behind his head while the other beckoned you to join him. It looked so inviting, but you were here for another reason. "Sleep with me."
You sighed, rolling your eyes. "I'm here to drag you to Professor Trein, not to join you-"
A quick squeal tore from your lips as Leona huffed before pulling you down and into his warm embrace again. The rich, musky scent that was so specifically Leona made you smile subconsciously, nuzzling him so you could have his warmth too. A tiny chuckle made his chest rumble, it tickled him.
"Sleep, herbivore. A few seconds won't hurt you," He kissed the crown of your head. You could feel his smile against your skin. "And herbivore?"
"Mhmm?" You were close to falling asleep; Leona's voice acted like a comforting lullaby.
"Let's meet in our dreams tonight."
Sounds that Echo
Characters: All dorms
Gender neutral reader
Warnings: not proofread, possibly some grammatical errors
Synopsis/tags: The drip of the blot overwhelms your mind and won’t stop, character comforts you as a random person overblots, establish relationship(?), hurt/comfort, hurt
Notes: I dunno man I am running out of ideas lmaooo, sorry for not posting in like four days-
The sound plagued your mind for what felt like the hundredth time as your vision blurred and the shape of the nameless student became wrapped in a thick blanket of black. Blot.
You’ve been through this before and fought through the sound that echoed in your mind, images that flashed across your vision, but everyone has their limit. Their breaking point.
It seems you have reached yours.
Your fingers twitched as you gripped the edge of your uniform tightly, you took a shaky breath and tried to ready yourself for this unwanted fight.
But the sound got louder and seemed to continue even when the transformation was complete. Your fingers flew from your uniform to your ears in an attempt to quiet the sound that existed in your head.
You couldn’t even hear his voice call out your name, you were just concentrating on the sound that wouldn’t stop.
When he gently took your hands in his, the sound began to slightly fade, but the absence of the sounds didn’t stop you from shaking and it didn’t stop the tears that had long since begun to flow down your face.
His heart breaks, no, it shatters at your state. He doesn’t know why you are so shaken up but he doesn’t like it. He wants to know, but won’t push it. He just pulls you away from the danger and stays with you until the student is defeated and takes you to your(or his) dorm.
Duece, Jade, Silver
It took a moment for him to realize that you weren’t shaking from the cold or from fear- but out of something much worse. He doesn’t really know what to do other than hug you and glare angrily at the overblotted student.
Ace, Deuce, Floyd, Epel, Sebek
He is pissed. He wants to bring the student back to their senses because they are clearly hurting you in someway-it’s no coincidence. But first, he’s going to make sure you are alright because you come first.
Riddle, Leona, Jade, Floyd, Lilia
He wipes away your tears and tries to tell a joke, he wants to see you smile. And you do- but it’s clear that you are fighting something in your mind and this smile is for him. It’s genuine but not as happy as he would have liked. He knows it all too well.
Carter, Ace, Ruggie, Kalim
His normally unreadable expression becomes an open book(for a split second or more)as he watches you clutch your head. Without a second thought, he ushers you away, he’ll let the others deal with the overblot. Right now he has to help you.
Jack, Vil, Trey, Azul, Jamil, Rook, Lilia
He's panicking. He has no idea what to do and he’s frozen on the spot. Only when you call his name softly does he immediately move towards you and hug your shaking form.
Idia, Azul, Epel, Malleus
Thank you for reading! Reblogs are greatly appreciated.
drawing has been hard lately since school started and all, im so tired
Celtic Malleus talking with Egyptian Leona.
Tamashna Muina🦁 (*delusional twst!Nala oc)
Carrying the Dorm Leaders
Part one // two // three
// reblogs are absolutely appreciated!
I'VE SEEN TOO MANY FICS OF LEONA PURRING
LIONS CAN'T PURR
I SKIP EVERY FIC I SEE THAT MENTIONS LEONA PURRING BECAUSE MY NERDY ASS PHYSICALLY CANNOT HANDLE HOW INACCURATE IT IS 😭😭😭
A relaxed pride of lions will display their contentment with a variety of small, happy noises that indicate that all is well in lion-land and that the pride members are getting along. You'll hear little moans and huffing and snorts and a growling-hum that many safari-goers might mistake for purring.
PLEASE STUDY THE ANIMALS REPRESENTING THE BEASTMEN YOU WRITE FOR
PLEASE I AM BEGGING
Please reblog this so other fic writers see it
*ruggie voice * Never let ‘em know your next move
twst Incorrect quote #294
*MC teaching Leona good manners*
MC: “He’s gotten a lot better. He can now apologize.”
Leona: “I’m sorry you can’t go anywhere without your babysitters.”
MC: “It’s a work in progress…”