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purple-plum-petals · 2 years

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—⊱ 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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faeflowerz · 1 year

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Savanaclaw Imprinting on You

I have nothing cheeky to say. Let's do this.

Warnings: My gross misunderstanding of animals, Bullying Leona for being a big chonk

Characters: Ruggie, Jack, Leona

Ruggie imprinting on you is an "oh shit" moment for him. He lives his life so casually and when he sees you, like really sees you for the first time, he's acting unwise. Ruggie will do things for you that he wouldn't for anyone else. He doesn't ask for you to return the favor. He even shares his food.

Now this last one is particularly special for him given that he values food more than his peers. Food is how he communicates and finds pleasure. I won't get too far into the feederism side, but I think there'd be a lot of "You should eat. Have you had breakfast?"

But it's not all picnics and dandelions. Hyenas are pretty scary if you piss em off. So if one of your guy friends touches you the wrong way or tries to tease him about his sudden obsession with you, he will go on the offense. Lots of growling and hes ready to turn them into a hashtag. You gotta drag him away every single time.

"Dude, you can't just go around picking fights with everyone! What's your damage, Ruggie?"

"I wouldn’t be so mad if those assholes kept their hands off of you!"

"That's what this is about? They mess around all the time, it's not a big deal."

"It is to me! I don't like it!"

"Okay, but why though? Why would you give a fuck?" You shake your head, frustrated by the look he was giving you.

"Because I'm jealous!" He barks. "I don't want anyone else touching you but me!" Everything is quiet as you try to process what he just said.

"Ruggie...what-"

"I like...being around you all the time. And all I can think about is you. And...ugh...this is so stupid." His cheeks are cute and pink as he mumbles his way though his confession. And you, you're smiling. Seeing him get so real with you is so sweet and touching. As he's trying to justify his behavior, you place a sweet kiss on his nose. Then he's all shishishi cause he got kissed.

When Jack imprints on you, he's pretty tsundere about it. Suddenly he's hanging around you and by extension the other first years. Its not like he loves you and how you smell and the way you laugh at your dumbass friends. He just...needs to be within five feet of you at all times. Oh, and that tail? It's wagging every single time you acknowledge him or give him attention. The most antisocial boy is suddenly craving your affection.

And of course Ace is gonna clown him for it. Though it feels a little bit different. "Is there somethin you're not telling us? No fair that you two have A Thing going on the down low."

"What are you even talking about?" Jack crosses his arms, clearly trying to keep cool.

"Come on, dude. You lit up when Prefect sat next to you," Ace pouts at the both of you before calling you out too. "Are you together?!"

"Wh-what?! What would make you think that?!"

And all of your friends have examples. Waay too many. And then, Ortho says, "You know, imprinting can happen to beast men too. There's a chance that-"

"What happens between me and Prefect is our business. I didn’t ask any of you to help me confess either."

Major self report. His tail is going a trillion per hour and he realizes what he just said. "Damn it."

"Ha! I knew it!" Ace chortles.

"Wow...that was pretty bold, Jack," Epel hides his grin behind his hand. As for you...

Well, you're smiling like an idiot. It's not like you haven't been purposefully saying and doing things to see his tail wag, make his ears flicker and see him smile a little. You can't pretend to be shocked as you look at Jack for a response. "Well, I guess I should have been honest from the start..."

So there you are, resigned to be a pillow for the biggest cat you've had the misfortune of knowing. Leona loves your thighs and like hell he's going to pass up on your free period to get some sleep. You've accepted your fate, but your legs are just as comatose as he is. As you try to shift around, this catman actually whines in protest. Inside, he's praying you didn't hear it. "Stop moving," he manages to say.

So, Leona's imprinted on you. Now what? Well, you're gonna know quite quickly. Like, it's kind of not a secret since Leona is so shameless with everything he does. Though, he won't actually say "I've imprinted on you." His actions are all the confirmation you need. Actually, he's the most overbearing because he will just drag you away from whatever you're doing just to take a nap with him. Are you in the greenhouse for a class? Well, too fucking bad. Leona wants you to give him attention. You know. Like a cat.

"M'leg's asleep," you complain. "Plus you're heavy."

"Neither of these are my problem."

"You're literally responsible for both."

"You callin me fat?"

"...maybe I am," Leona opens one eye to glare up at you. He wants to be mad. But seeing you so pleased by his reaction makes him melt a little. "What? All you do is eat and sleep what else am I supposed to think?" To your surprise, he sits up. You're about to ask but he flops on top of you, sending you both into the soft patch of grass. Leona's spooning you and your face is buried in his fat (and kind of fuzzy) tits. "Seriously?!"

"Look, you're just going to have to deal with the fact that you're one of the few people I can tolerate."

He's a real piece of work, isn't he? Still, his body is kind of warm and cuddly, huh? He would probably get mad if you said that out loud though.

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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Nsfw degradation with Leona Kingscholar?

He'd be so good at it too.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, degradation kink, power imbalance, clamming bites, dom!Leona, sub!Reader

Word count: 0.6k

A/N: I can't wait for the anime, I think people will either love him or hate him.

You knew the reason behind the soon to be King summoning you into his bedroom. It was the same as any other night, his face holding the same smile and his eyes full of lust. He was already hard which left you thinking how long he'd been touching himself before he asked for you.

You never needed to ask what he wanted, it was always your body, your voice, your company. It was flattering in a way that out of everyone he always asked for you. At this point why wouldn't he? You were clearly highly compatible and you were all too happy to lay in his soft bed and spread your legs in invitation.

"Ah you couldn't wait to get my cock in you could you, slut?" He barked out in cocky laughter while sliding in. "This pussy must have been very lonely without me. But it's what you get for touching yourself without my permission. Did those other ladies tell you how hard I fucked them? Didn't you wish it was you?"

You moaned as he began moving in and out, the loud smacking sounds beginning to echo in the room. "I won't do it again. I promise I'll be good from now on."

"I don't think a little slut like you can keep her hands to herself." Leona let his tail pass over your hip, the soft fluff tickling you and making you wiggle your hips. He pushed forward, cock throbbing against your inner walls. "Think I'll have to make sure you have no reason to touch yourself." He grinned, showing his sharp fangs to you, "Even better I'll fuck you so hard that your won't be able to take being touched afterwards."

Your legs wrapped around his hips, locked around him to pull him closer. Leona licked across your neck, a gesture you've caught him doing before when he was about to hit his peak. But this time was a little different then others, his fangs started pushing against your neck and before you could question him you felt them pierce skin, delivering bolt of pain.

Moments later a new feeling hit, just as intense.

In your confusion you almost didn't notice that he was till fucking you, still driving his cock deep into your cunt, hammering at your inner walls until they started pulsing around him. Your hips jolted upwards uncontrollably as you left your own mark on him, the deep scratches of your nails across his back.

"You belong to me now. I'm the only one who gets to enjoy this pretty body of yours from now on. Do you understand what that means for you?" He pulled out fast, his cum dripping from your pussy, his cock completely covered in the sticky white fluid. He sat back and leaned on his hands, looking at you with expectance. When you didn't seem to get it he pointed down to his still hard cock. "It means you do what I say, when I say it, and in return I'll fuck you until you go stupid from my cock."

His hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you down towards him. "Does that mean you won't call other women anymore?" Your heart dared to flutter with the hope of being his only woman from now on.

"That depends on how good of a job you do. Or are you so selfish that you'd leave your future King unsatisfied?" Leona taunted and watched as your haze seemed to clear quit fast after that. You scrambled to sit in his lap, "You'll make for such a pretty fucktoy." He praised and lifted his hands to cup your tits, lightly massaging them.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and aligned with his cock, teasing yourself with it's tip. "I'll be anything you want. I'll be all yours." Leona's eyes locked onto the bitemark, he smirked as if knowing something he wasn't yet letting on. Whatever it was it could wait until you milked every drop of cum out of his hard cock.

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random-twst-things · 5 months

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*Leona's room*

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Hey! It's time to wake up! The suns been up for the last hour!

Leona, waking up groggy and groaning: What do you want to do? Photosynthesize? 😑

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I'm surprised you even know what that word means.

Leona: and I'm surprised you don't know what the words "Don't bother me" mean.

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Says the super senior.

Leona: 😐

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: are you awake now??

Leona: No, part of this feels like a dream and I'm hoping it ends in you leaving.

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: AWWWWW you'd dream of me? 🤭

Leona: Don't flatter yourself herbivore, now get out.

Dividers from @/cafekitsune

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trappolia · 10 days

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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.

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yaksha-lover · 9 months

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Imagine being stuck between your not-boyfriend Leona and your dearest friend Malleus.

Things start out casual between you and Leona - you promise each other that you won’t catch feelings. There are endless reasons you two can’t ever be in a relationship: Leona’s the last person to want a commitment to anyone or anything, he’s a prince, you’re still planning to return to your home world. You agree to a few nights of fun whenever you both have time, eventually planning to go your separate ways without anyone ever finding out. Only things never work out that way.

One day, Leona stops leaving Ramshackle as soon as the two of you are finished. He stays and you make midnight snacks and actually talk. The late-night conversations show you a different side of Leona. You think the previous events of the night put him in a good mood, one where he’s willing to tell you stories of the Sunset Savanna, of his childhood.

Suddenly, the two of you are sneaking out of NRC on secret dates (neither of you call it that, but the dinners and sights he take you to are hard to dismiss as just a friendly get-together). It’s exhilarating while it lasts, the secrecy of this love affair. When it’s just the two of you, out where no one knows you, it’s like living in another universe where you could actually be together; there’s no mention of his royal status or your return home, there’s only you and him.

It’s hard to separate the ‘you’ that made the promise from the ‘you’ that knows the way Leona is when no one else is there for him to keep up appearances. You make a mistake; he’d huffed about holding your hand on a secret outing before, but ultimately he’d conceded and let you tug him along to places. This time, with an audience of the other housewardens, he isn’t so willing to forgive your little mistake.

Your attempt to take his hand and lead him out of the classroom is met with a fierce glare and him yanking his hand out of yours. You know it’s your fault - you should’ve known better than to break the rules that you agreed to, he’s not your boyfriend after all - but the sting of his rejection and the words of venom he spits at you have your chest squeezing tight enough to leave you rooted in place. Vil even stops to pat your shoulder on the way out, his pity at your rejection evident in his voice.

You think you might love him. The feeling is suffocating, nothing like you’d ever thought falling in love would be like. You’ve doomed yourself - Leona’s been clear about his intentions from the start - and still, you dared to hope that the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear meant something.

You never told Malleus about your relationship with Leona, but you never had to; he already knows. He’s far more observant than most give him credit for. What else can one do but listen when they have no one to talk to? No one, that is, until you. He notices the changes in you during each successive club meeting. The cycles of elation and heartbreak were easy to spot in your small grins and deep eye bags.

He’s a bit heartbroken himself when he first realizes it. He thought it was no secret that he was interested in you, but you remained oblivious despite his attempts. He comforts himself with the thought that this is just a temporary thing - a relationship never meant to last more than a change of seasons.

Eventually, when the sadness becomes too much for even you to hold in, you confide in him. That day, you cry into his arms and for the first time, he wishes to hurt Leona Kingscholar. Despite your insistence that this is not Leona’s fault, Malleus knows better.

It’s clear to anyone that Leona’s feelings for you run deeper than you know. Even before you two began this secret affair, everyone had known the way he looked at you, the way his eyes would linger. Now, his love for you is obvious in the way he takes care of you, the way he glares at anyone willing to come within a two meter radius of you.

It’s because he knows Leona has feelings for you that he hates him. Because his inability to express them sends you crying into Malleus’ own arms every time. You deserve better than someone who isn’t willing to show you how they truly feel. And yet, you never stop. You can’t resist him, Malleus supposes.

It hurts him, when you cry into his chest night after night. How cruel are you, to cry to him over another man when he has spent many nights simply trying to suppress his own feelings for you? He knows that you would never do this to him, if you knew about his feelings, but he can’t bring himself to tell you. He would rather stay by your side as a friend than lose you trying to become more. Malleus keeps that thought close to himself on the nights he’s alone and forced to wonder if you would’ve chosen him had you met him and not Leona first.

Malleus doesn’t know that you’ve thought the same, convinced that the dragon prince would never think about you that way. At first, you’d only really been interested in Leona, but the more he pushed you away and the more time you’d spent with Malleus, the more you began to see him in another light. You only become more and more confused about your feelings as time goes on.

The last time you’d seen Leona, you’d finally broken down and told him your true feelings. That you couldn’t do things casual anymore, that you’d longed to be with him as a real couple. You felt guilty also mentioning your growing feelings for Malleus, but in the end felt it was necessary to be entirely honest to him. You’d asked him to say something, to make a decision.

Leona hadn’t said a word, only staring at you in silence until you couldn’t take the feeling anymore and fled from his room. In a way, you felt that his silence had spoken for him and ended anything you thought existed between the two of you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to tell Malleus about it.

You have no idea how you make Leona’s heart ache. How much he cares about you and much it hurts to see your sad face when he has to pretend that he doesn’t. Old habits die hard, and Leona’s past makes it difficult for him to openly care about anything. He never wanted to make you feel like this - he wants to love you publicly, but his pride takes over and leaves him pushing you away.

He knows he sabotages all his chances at happiness, but Leona won’t let himself lose you. The next night, he shows up to your door, wearing a suit and flowers in hand (the most effort he’s put into anything in years), prepared to finally tell you of his feelings and ask you on a real date. He feels his heart sink when you open the door and he spots Malleus sitting at the coffee table behind you.

Only an hour earlier, Malleus had decided that he couldn’t live like this anymore, not telling you of his feelings. He’d also shown up at Ramshackle, asking you to talk. As he told you his feelings for you, you hadn’t said much, looking more surprised than anything. It was as he was waiting for your answer that the doorbell rang and Leona appeared on your doorstep.

The two men stare at each other and then back at you.

You have a choice to make: the handsome lion who’d won your heart during passionate nights or the beautiful dragon who’d been there for you all along?

#i know love triangles are cliche but these two got me in a chokehold fr #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #malleus draconia #leona kingscholar #twst drabble #twst #twisted wonderland #k.concepts

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ceruleancattail · 2 months

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Tattoo artist Leona

Leona x reader

(This fic was written based on online information about tattoos and the tattooing process. I am no means an authority on this subject. I apologise for any inconsistencies and incorrect information🙇‍♂️)

You could feel the heat of Leona’s palm, oozing from his gloves. A warm, intense heat that seemed intent on slipping deep into your skin. It was a gentle, balmy feeling. Reminiscent of lying on a grassy plain, allowing the golden rays of the setting sun to wash over you. Encasing you in a soft ember halo of warmth.

It would have been relaxing, if not for the dull throbbing of the needle against your body. It stung, much like a scalded wound.

Not the most painful feeling, but not the most unpleasant either.

It was hard to concentrate on the pain, not when you could feel Leona’s breath waft against your bare skin. To hear him hem and haw, the very tips of his caramel locks of hair brush against you. He tossed it all up in a messy ponytail, but the stray ends all seem to come back to you somehow.

Gentle, cloying touches. Almost flirtatious, actually. Casting a sneaky glance towards your tattooist, you shoot him a sly wink:

“Enjoying the view, Kingscholar?”

Raising an eyebrow, Leona’s expression remains disappointingly neutral. He holds that face long enough for you to pout, before chuckling softly.

“Sure, Herbivore. Sure.”

Leona sighs, a tinge of exasperation concealed within. A gloved hand rests on the back of your head, coaxing your face back in front firmly.

“Now hush, unless you want to be stuck here all day.”

You chirp enthusiastically:

“Wouldn’t mind if you’re the one keeping me company!”

“Can it.”

You laugh at his sharp reply. With only the barest wisp of a smile on those lips, Leona resumes his work. Palm flat against your skin, guiding the needle across your body. It skates across your skin with practised ease, stabbing ink into your body. Sketching out an outline, filling it in. Inking line after line, filling your body with his own handiwork.

There was something oddly personal, about that. Marking a person with his own hand, his own designs. Making your skin a canvas of his own, displaying Leona’s tattoos for the world to see. Maybe it’s because it was you. Coming into his store with that smile of yours, sharing your ideas with him.

The ideation of tattoo designs goes both ways, Y’know. The client’s idea and purpose, and the artist’s execution of said idea and purpose. Leona could spend hours seated across you, listening to you ramble about an experience you wanted to remember, a story you wanted your skin to tell. No matter what you wanted to be tattooed with, the ideas you put out do show a lot of your personality. As Leona listens, he’s taking notes on an tablet. Sketching out possible designs alongside hastily scribbled notes.

And of course, he’s sketching you, as well. Your bright eyes when you share with him your latest idea, your gestures… maybe even a rather soft looking piece of you smiling, lined with gentle, nimble strokes. Leona would never show you those willingly, unfortunately. Perhaps you’ll catch a glimpse or two when he spins the tablet around for you to preview some of his ideas.

There was something intimate about sharing conversations with you. Something romantic, even. But Leona would rather die than to admit that to you.

You’re an odd one, herbivore.

As the needles skated across your skin, you winced. The sharp point dug into a rather sensitive patch of skin, stinging your skin like a thousand wasps. Gasping in pain, you grit your teeth, grinding back certain very colourful swears. Only to have Leona pause whatever he was doing to run a palm down your back. Stroking you with a gentleness you would have never expected him to have. Leona’s hand pressed against the curve of your spine, rubbing small, reassuring circles into your skin.

He mumbled softly, a raspy sound. However as rough as it was, you could feel it slip into your ears smoothly. Almost as if it was fine wine.

“You’re ok. You’re ok, herbivore.

Breathe.”

You could feel his body warmth against your skin, bleeding into your very soul. Hell, Leona was close enough for you to feel his pulse, heartbeat beating alongside your very own. A steady tempo, calming like a childhood lullaby.

His hand stayed pressed to your back under your breathing slowed. Until the tension melted… well partially from your shoulders. Yet his touch lingered, oddly enough. Leona’s palm stayed on your back long after your heartbeat slowed back to a calmer pace.

Until your pulse beat in time with his.

Two hearts, as one.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #Leona kingscholar #Leona kingscholar x reader #Leona x reader #Leona #lucky potion 🔷#lads when I said a Drabble #I fucking lies #oops #the words got me too hard #on my knees rip #information in tattoos and stuff in this fic was taken from the internet #🙇‍♂️I am so not an authority on this subject so I apologise for any misinformation

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october writing prompt #26 - "choose me.”

character: leona kingscholar, twst

contains: yandere themes, gn reader, reader is yuu

It wasn't uncommon for Leona to be someone's second choice.

He was used to it, really. He didn't mind it.

How could he, after so long of the same thing? He could only feel so much disappointment before it became the natural state of things, not being good enough. If this was his life, the fate that he was meant to suffer, he would get used to it. It was clear that none of his efforts would pull him out of second place by now.

But something about you had reignited the fire and the shame of losing.

All he wanted, all he needed, was to be your first choice. No one else's opinion mattered, if it was you. If he just heard it from you, if he could just see you choose him above all others - he would be able to live happily. Nothing would ever bring him down from that, he knew. He could feel it within the very fiber of his being.

You were the only one he needed approval from.

"...Why do you still hang around them?" Leona scoffed, the thrashing of his tail behind him betraying his upset. What need did you have for anyone else besides him? "Just find me if you need something. Don't bother with all those herbivores."

"I didn't want to bother you."

Sure, it was a reasonable response. One that might be expected, given who you were talking to - the second prince of the Afterglow Savannah, known for his distaste of extra work. Especially coming from someone in a position such as yourself, magicless and with no connections in this world.

"Tch, as if you could."

The lion roughly rested his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, practically into his side. His tail wrapped around your waist on instinct alone as he examined you, like those that you had been around would've harmed you in some way.

"Stop messing with me. You need something, tell me. I'm all you need, so ignore those idiots and choose me."

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Let it Snow

Genre: fluff, drabbles

Characters: Leona, Floyd, Azul, Idia, and Malleus x gn!reader

Scenario: sweet winter moments with them <3

Notes: most of these take place at NRC and reader is implied to be the prefect. no specific holiday mentioned, just winter coziness !

Leona, and cuddling by the fire...

Leona's been spending quite a lot of time with you lately.

You hadn’t thought much of it, seeing as he appeared innocent in intention and didn't give you any reason for suspicion. But something still seems strange about his behavior, with the third year growing ever-clingier as the winter holidays approach.

Given this, you find it a bit odd that Leona makes no appearance as you run errands on the main campus today. As you make your way back to your dorm in the evening, you even question Ruggie via text–but he doesn’t have any idea where his dorm leader is, either. Nerves begin to settle in as you trudge through the snow, wondering where on campus he might be freezing to death.

However, all your questions are answered once you step foot into Ramshackle.

You make it no more than a few steps into the warm living room when a hand grips onto your wrist, pulling you around the couch before you can question what’s going on. Your attempt to shriek is stifled by a large hand, and rather forcefully you’re tugged down onto the lumpy piece of furniture. Dropping all your bags, you collapse inelegantly onto the trespasser; their snicker is one you’d recognize anywhere.

"About time you got back, herbivore."

Your fear turns into overwhelming annoyance almost immediately. Slapping his hand away with a glare doesn’t seem to phase him at all, though. He wraps his arm around you instead, pulling your legs over his lap with an annoying smirk. Albeit reluctantly, you settle into his embrace seeing as he clearly has no plans of setting you free.

Taking off your gloves you huff, “what are you doing here?"

“Heard Crowley had you running around. I wasn’t going to chase after you, so I sent your pet to go hang at some other dorm and waited here.” He punctuates his sentence with a yawn, showing absolutely no remorse for poor Grimm. You roll your eyes.

That’s when you finally take note of the state of your living room.

It’s undoubtedly much cozier than it had been when you left in the morning; wood crackles in the fireplace, a large candle spreads the faint scent of vanilla throughout the room, and several expensive looking blankets are laid out on the arm of the couch. You squeeze the hand he has around you, blinking at him warily.

“You did all of this?”

“About time you noticed.”

Leona doesn’t give you a chance to say anything more, not that you even know what to say. He drapes a blanket over you both and pulls you closer, instructing you to sleep while he he tends to removing your shoes. The wood burns bright and the snow continues to fall as you relax in his embrace.

Winter vacation is imminent, meaning Leona will have to go home and face his family along with the complicated emotions he feels toward them. But your company is a reminder that the world is not entirely against him.

You can’t shame him for wanting to keep you close.

Floyd, and playing in the snow...

When you meet up with Floyd after class, his mood is clearly sour. He wears a deep-set scowl and his uniform is in more disarray than usual, but what most concerns you is his silence.

He always has something to say, no matter what kind of mood he’s in. If he's happy, he'll let you know all about it. If he's mad, he won't let you go until you justify his emotions and whatever actions he took as a result of them. But as he walks you to your next class, your attempts to spark conversation are blatantly ignored. Something that's never happened before.

“Floyd, something wrong?”

“I dunno.”

“Oookay. Are you feeling alright?”

“Yup.”

He pops the ‘p’ and silence settles between you once more.

Shoving your hands into your coat, you run through what else you can say, but Floyd isn’t someone who can be forced to cooperate. There's not a high chance you'll find out what's wrong, so your hands are pretty much tied.

But just as you reach the exterior hallway, you notice the flurries of snow cascading just a few feet away. Afresh layer of snow rests upon the grass, entirely undisturbed. An idea strikes you.

Looking around, you make sure that the two of you are alone in this section of the courtyard and it's all the motivation you need. Quickly, you jog over to the snow-covered ground while Floyd watches you silently, an impatient expression creeping onto his face. Crouching low, you ball up some snow. And your aim, for better or worse, decides to be perfect today.

When you turn and throw it at him, it hits him straight in the face. The snow falls to the ground comically as he stares at you with eyes full of disbelief.

He wants to be upset, really. But the words on the tip of his tongue are held back when he hears your laughter.

And before you can breathe a word of apology, he’s running toward you full-speed.

“No, Floyd. Stop! Wait-” You jump to your feet and try to back away, but it’s too late.

In the blink of an eye he topples you backward into the thick snow, leaving you struggling to breathe underneath his body weight. After a few smacks to his back, he places his arms by your head to hoist himself off of you, giving you a daring look. But his is hair covered in so much snow that you can't help but burst into laughter again.

“What’s so funny?” He questions, knitting his eyebrows together with a pout. But his eyes are bright, and his mouth twitches with the threat of a grin.

You shake some snow from his hair instead of answering, which proves to be a bad choice as it falls directly onto your face instead. He laughs at you and rolls over, laying next to you in the now-disrupted blanket of white. You both turn your heads to look at one another expectantly, Floyd seemingly searching your expression for something while you helplessly smile back. With a huff, he ultimately turns his gaze to the clouds above.

“Ya never just leave people alone. Dontcha ever get tired of tryna fix everyone?”

His voice is quiet, barely audible over the harsh whisper of the wind. He feels around for your hand in the snow, lacing his fingers with yours a bit too tightly once he finds it. Squeezing his hand back, you contemplate how to reply.

Ultimately, you settle with something simple. Something he'll understand.

“Well, you’re boring when you’re sad, Floyd.”

After a moment of stunned silence, he laughs brightly.

It’s carefree and infectious, and you have to take a moment to admire the way joy looks on him. Once you both recover, he sits up to shake snow from his hair, flashing you a maniacal smile and speaking cheerily.

“You have 3 seconds before I get ya, Shrimpy. Start runnin'.”

Azul, and shopping for gifts...

It only takes a half hour of gift shopping for Azul to start acting like he’s being tortured.

He was hesitant to accompany you from the start, but the moment you suggest he do some shopping of his own he seriously considers abandoning you. According to him, gift-giving isn’t one of his areas of expertise. Nor does he desire it to be.

Even so, you drag him from store to store until you find yourselves in the perfect holiday antique shop. As you walk ahead of him through the cluttered aisles, your conversation lands on gift ideas for the twins.

“You should get them something physical,” you stress, explaining yet again that a “holiday bonus” isn’t as thoughtful as he thinks it is. “Money is great, sure, but a thoughtful gift shows you care.”

Judging by the way Azul doesn’t argue this time, he must finally see some sense in your argument. Either that, or he realized he won’t win against you. You pick up a plastic snowman and he grimaces at its poorly painted face.

“I don’t have the slightest idea what they would want. Money is much easier.” A line of porcelain knick knacks manages to catch his eye as he says that, but he realizes the major potential for disaster should one of those be put in the hands of Floyd.

You link your arm with his. "It’s the thought that counts. Just get them something you think they’ll like." For a while, he remains silent.

You lead him through the store, arm in arm, while grabbing a few things for your own friends. Leaving him to contemplate his gifts, you only make the occasional suggestion until a few minutes later, he mumbles something under his breath. You don't quite catch it.

“What was that?” You ask.

He bristles, clearing his throat. Your attempts to catch his eye prove unsuccessful, but he repeats himself.

“What would you like? For the…holidays.”

It's entirely accidental that your laughter escapes you, caught off guard by his uncharacteristic shyness. Immediately you try to stifle it with a cough, but he's already petulantly trying to unlink his arm from yours.

“I didn’t mean to laugh!” You plead lightheartedly, contented when he stops fighting with a sigh. Tightening your hold, you let your head fall to his shoulder in front of a display of snowglobes. “I promise I’ll be happy with anything, even if it’s just a card. Don't worry so much.”

“And if you don’t like what I get you?”

“Try again next year.”

In the reflection of a snow globe, you finally see him crack a smile.

He pinches your arm playfully, successfully slipping out of your grasp when you recoil in surprise. He turns to you, slightly startling you but prompting you to do the same. Wide-eyed you watch as he takes a step forward, crowding you into the corner of the already cramped shop.

“Actually, I think I might know what you’d like,” he leans in close, his gaze flickering to your lips and making your breath hitch. There's no more room for you to back up, and your heart pounds relentlessly as he watches you like a hunter their prey. He cups your cheek, his lips ghosting over your own.

“Would you mind if I gave it to you early?”

Idia, and the first snowfall of the season...

The sound of an incoming call disrupts Idia’s game. He doesn’t bother to check who it is–there’s only one person it could be–yet he still pauses before accepting.

It hasn’t been long since you pushed your way into his circle and started developing a friendship with him. It took him (and Ortho) by surprise, and so speaking with you is still something he finds himself needing lots of mental preparation for. His fingers are unsteady in picking up his phone, causing him to almost miss the button when he finally answers.

“Idia!” Your voice comes through somewhat breathlessly, but your enthusiasm is loud and clear. He can hear you aggressively slamming what seems to be drawers, for whatever reason. “Have you looked outside?”

Your sudden inquiry catches him off guard, seeing as he barely had the courage to answer the phone, let alone questions. His nerves spike as you wait patiently for his answer, so he glances around his room.

Only to cringe when he realizes he doesn’t even have a window to look out of.

“Um, n-no I haven't. Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just the weather.” You laugh, slamming another drawer which makes him jolt.

He takes a steadying breath, trying to relax. “Well, the weather in my dorm isn’t the s-same as yours, so...”

“Ugh, that's right.” Your disappointment gives him a dreadful feeling, but you don't give him a chance to dwell on it. “Well, it snowed here last night! I was thinking of making a snowman, do you want to come over?”

Ten minutes later, you’re standing at his door with an extra hat in hand and an excited Ortho hovering at your side.

As the three of you make the journey back to Ramshackle, you and the younger Shroud brother make excited conversation the whole way. Once the snow is in sight you suggest making a snowman to Ortho, and Idia hangs back while you get to work. He takes a moment to better compose himself.

Yet it’s in watching you with his brother that Idia realizes how much of a mess his emotions are. He watches through the condensation of his breath as you show Ortho how to carefully pack snow and place it where it’s needed. His expression softens at all the ways you take care to ensure that the wet snow doesn’t harm his brother's build.

Idia hardly ever notices the cold, but he knows it would feel much more frigid here, and in all of Twisted Wonderland, without you.

Caught in his thoughts, he doesn't notice when you come bounding up to him until his cold hand is in both of your gloved ones. He squeaks, startled by the very object of his anguish. You tug on his arm innocently.

“What are you sulking over here for? Come help us!”

But Idia won’t budge. His gaze flickers behind you, checking that Ortho is distracted, before focusing his attention back on you. He sort of processes you asking if something is wrong while tentatively adjusting the collar of his coat.

Very much so, he thinks.

The flurries of snow landing on your face take up most of his focus. Your eyebrows are raised and your head is tilted at him, and it’s so captivating that he wants to burn this moment into his memory forever, if possible. One of your hands still holds onto his, playing with his fingers patiently.

As he stares at you, he wonders how you’d react if he just…kissed you, maybe. He knows you must have some feelings for him, at least he thinks so, but in his state, it would surely be a disaster regardless. So he shuts the idea down quickly-there's plenty of time to get to that.

He squeezes your hand with an apologetic smile, one you reciprocate ten times brighter.

“S-sorry,” he chokes. “Lead the way?”

He relishes in the warmth of your hand in his.

Malleus, and decorating for the holidays...

Malleus, ever eager to learn more of your customs, happily agrees to help you decorate Ramshackle for the holidays.

He arrives early, as he tends to when he’s excited about something, and beats your alarm clock in waking you up. You open your eyes to him sitting beside you, reading a book and sporting gold tinsel wrapped around his horns. In your half-awake state, the tinsel is much more startling than his presence.

"Um, goodmorning. What's with the uh..." Blinking sleepily, you gesture to his head.

He looks up in confusion, before piecing together what you're referring to.

"Lilia informed me that it would be appropriate. He said you'd appreciate 'festive' attire?"

You laugh warmly as you rub your eyes, ever grateful for Lilia's whims.

Malleus reads patiently as you get dressed in as many layers as possible, and eventually, you make your way downstairs to the lounge.

As you open some boxes of decorations you’d gathered from Sam’s, he takes the opportunity to peak through them as well. He’s fascinated by the strings of lights and paper snowflakes you bring out, excited to be the one helping you. As if his horns weren't shiny enough, he's practically glowing every time you ask him to place something up high, finding joy in being at your service. It would be lying to say you weren't absolutely endeared by his excitement.

When you get to decorating the windows, you don't expect the sight of a thick blanket of snow outside. It hadn't been there last night, and the way it falls from the sky indicates that it won’t be stopping, either. You pause your actions, Malleus joining you in intrigue.

“I didn’t realize it was going to snow today.” You look down thoughtfully before turning to him. The snow seems to be coming in quite heavily, even still. “Do you want to go back to your dorm?”

He blinks at you.

“Would you like me to go?”

Looking surprised by your question, disappointment practically drips from his voice. He seems to take it as you asking him to leave, which you correct frantically.

“No, it’s not that! I just don’t want you to get stuck here."

His face softens, chuckling fondly. Reaching a hand out he smooths the space between your eyebrows until your face lifts into the lighter expression he prefers on you. Taking one end of the garland in your hands, he only momentarily disregards your question to bring it to the mantle above the fireplace.

“I may come and go as I please, as I do believe you are aware. How do you think I arrived?” He questions, gesturing for you to join him. You chastise yourself for not realizing, having forgotten about his magic since you spend most of your time with him walking. “But I wish to spend more time with you, if you’ll allow it.”

After that, your conversation dwindles–largely due to your embarrassment–but the silence is comfortable.

Once all the decorations go up, the two of you find yourselves on the couch. You sit on one end, his head in your lap while you admire the hues of gold and silver all around you. Your fingers brush through the hair on his forehead and trace over his horns, tinsel now gone in favor of decorating the windowsill. You feel a warm sense of home, one you've been missing so much since arriving in this world, and it's a comforting thought as you watch flurries of ice collect on the window pane.

“Thank you for helping me today, Mal. It really means a lot.”

He meets your eyes, smiling warmly.

“Anything for you, my child of man.”

a/n : haiii everyone I hope this gets u guys in the holiday mood! I wanted to explore some cozy prompts with my fave boys since it's the holidays (can u tell I got carried away w Azul n Idia...) hope these r cute

also need to say thank you for all the love and support lately !! i'm not great at replying to comments and such because I still don't entirely know how to use Tumblr, but I appreciate it so so much. you're all so kind and I'm glad I get to share this platform with you all! see u soon, kisses

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throughthetwistedmirror · 3 months

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The Love You Burn For ~ *Leona Kingscholar*

Summary: Leona is allowed to marry whomever he wants. And he wants to marry you.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 928

Warning: Leona is OOC but I don't care

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Taglist: @goseew @savanaclaw1996

It wasn’t like him to be this nervous. Yet Leona found himself pacing around his room, clutching at his hair every so often. His bottom lip was becoming raw from how much he was biting it with his sharp teeth. Every couple of seconds he would check the gilded clock on the wall, wondering to himself why she must always be so late.

Right when he was about to call for Ruggie to go and fetch her, the door swung open and she tumbled in. He paused, bewildered to see her, which he shouldn't be. He asked her to meet him in his room twenty minutes ago. However every time he saw her, it always felt like the first time he was experiencing true beauty. Despite her disheveled appearance and rather rumpled clothes, she was still the most beautiful girl in the entire world to him. It was because of that and the fact that she was so charming and intelligent beyond her years that made him fall so irrevocably in love with her.

And it scared him to death. However, he told himself he wouldn't let his fear of how much he loved her get in the way of this moment. This was going to happen, no matter what.

“You needed to see me, Leona?” She asked, slightly out of breath.

Just as he suspected would happen, and what Ruggie teased him about when he mentioned his plan, Leona found his words caught in his throat. He fumbled with what to say but he didn't let his nerves show. He would not show her how much she unnerved him. "Yes, I did, yes.”

She nodded. “And the reason is…?”

“You see, the thing is...” And his brain went blank. Why was he trying so hard to find the right words? Couldn’t she see what he wanted to tell her and what was on his mind? Couldn’t she spare him the trouble of putting his thoughts into words and just answer his unspoken question?

Smiling her dazzling smile, she took his slightly sweaty hands in hers and he felt his breath catch despite himself. “It’s okay, Leona. Take all the time you need.”

“I want to marry you.”

Well that was less eloquent than what he was hoping for.

In the grand scheme of things, he didn’t even need to propose to her. As the second prince of Sunset Savanna, Leona could marry whichever noble he preferred, whether within their borders or in worlds beyond, no questions asked. But ever since this frumpy, clumsy, stunning baroness from his realm stumbled into his birthday ball years ago, he knew he wanted to be hers forever. She was everything he knew his brother Falena disapproved of, despite being of noble birth. She was cunning and crude, which contrasted against the loud albeit well-mannered household his oldest brother believed in. If anything, that was all the more reason he wanted to be with her. And the rules backed him up, stating he could marry any noble he desired, no questions asked.

Yet, despite this rule, Leona knew he had to ask. He wanted to hear her opinion about the idea, even if her rejection would break his heart forever. He cared about her enough that even if she didn’t want to be his forever, he would let her go. He loved her enough to put her happiness before his own.

Her eyes were wide and her mouth formed an o-shape. However, she still had his hands in hers. Sucking in her breath, she asked, “Are you sure?”

He nodded slowly, not liking what he was hearing. “I’m sure. Do you want to marry me?”

Again, there was a pause. “Leona, are you certain it’s me you want to marry?”

Confused, he questioned her. “What do you mean, am I certain? Of course I'm certain! That's a dumb question to ask.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Leona, dear, you could have any noble in the whole world. I wouldn’t even be surprised if your brother allowed you to marry a commoner. So why would you want to marry some common noblewoman who doesn’t quite fit into your family dynamic?”

“Because you’re not some common noblewoman who doesn’t quite fit my family’s dynamic.” He explained, squeezing her fingers affectionately. “You are eccentric, fun, and compassionate. Your intelligence in everything astounds me and your golden heart proceeds you. You make me want to become a better person, not just to my friends, but to you as well. You are whom I fell in love with and wish to spend my remaining days with. Besides, I also don't quite fit into my family's dynamic as well. But you don't see them tossing me out yet. However, if you do not feel the same way, I will stand by and let you be happy with whomever you prefer.”

“I feel the same way.” She breathed. “Of course I feel the same way you feel for me. I’ve loved you from the very first dance at your birthday ball. You captured my heart and stole my soul, and I don’t want it back. You are everything to me, Leona. I am just surprised that you love me so much you’d want to be with me forever in marriage. Forgive me, but you don't seem like the marrying type.”

“Of course I want to marry you.” He replied roughly before pressing a kiss to her forehead. “I burn for you.”

She looked up at him with sparkling eyes and kissed his lips. “I burn for you too.”

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twst-drabbles · 5 months

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Azul, Jamil and Leona 1

Summary: You tripped on your hike and twisted your ankle something fierce. You can still walk, so you can say you didn’t break or tear anything, but the pets at home seem to think you need to be taken care of.

“Ow, Azul, come on,” you bent down to try and grab the guppy who had himself wrapped around your swollen ankle, “it’s not that bad.”

Well, it does look rather bad but it wasn’t painful so much as it was… tight. And it was only tighter with a fussy Azul refusing to let go and go into the bath. It wasn’t this bad when you tripped and tumbled over that rock back on your hike. It only started to swell the minute you sat down on the tub’s lip and began filling the tub.

As much as you’d like to take everyone your hikes, there’s only so much attention you can spare when you’re busy trying not to get into any accidents. You’re not clumsy by any means, you walk as slow as needed since you’re not in any rush, but terrain is usually subject to the whims of whatever magical creature is in the forest.

As such, you could only bring Azul with you. He’s not a fast swimmer but he enjoyed himself either way.

“Azul, that’s not going to make it go down,” you finally managed to untangle Azul. He gave a long whine, stretching his tentacles towards your leg but you plopped him into the tub just as golden sand flowed from under the bathroom door. “Of course.”

You sighed just as Leona reformed his little lion self. You patted Azul’s head and got up. You don’t want to say you hobbled over to the sink, but that is what you did to grab the bottle from the cabinet below. It was a special mixture you ordered from Sam. You like letting the seafolk swim in the river, but you don’t want to potentially bring any sickness or parasites into your main tank, so you always wash them first before putting them back.

Cheep!

Now that sound was his alerting noise.

“Azul?” And you probably shouldn’t have taken your eyes off of Leona.

Leona was not a malicious little thing. Sure, he’s the definition of grumpy and bitter anytime he’s around… anyone that talks more than two words an hour, but you can tell he doesn’t hate anything or anyone. That being said, that strong poke to your ankle had you thinking for a moment if Leona had something against you.

You hissed and gripped the sink to keep yourself from falling.

“Leona…” you managed to squeeze out, “That hurt. That hurt a lot. Don’t do that again, please.”

Leona didn’t look the least bit sorry when you gazed at him. However, he didn’t look entertained by your pain either. His eyes were narrowed and his tail flicking sand back and forth. The little flecks didn’t land on the floor, they floated and hovered over his head, flying around like angry flies.

His attention was suddenly off you with a twitch of his ear. His form disappeared, becoming a little storm of sand. He flew to your doorknob, seeped into the edges and heard him pushed down the latch bolt.

The door suddenly slammed open and only then did you lose your balance. Jamil, who was in the middle of climbing up the door, fell like a thick stick right onto the floor. The compression socks he had in his hands luckily soften the blow.

“Ow, ow. Uh, hey, you okay, Jamil?” Luckily it wasn’t that bad of a fall. Didn’t hurt as much as it could’ve. And the bottle was fine as well. Jamil though, he fully face planted. Socks or not, that must’ve hurt.

Jamil got up with a shake of his head, face dark with both irritation and embarrassment.

Leona reformed himself and gave a laugh. Jamil glared but it did nothing to stop that wide grin on his face.

Jamil huffed and slithered over to your lap. He present your socks to you, shaking them up and down as though trying to tempt you to grab them. You did.

“Thanks. I’ll put them on in a bit. I have to bathe Azul first.”

Azul heard his name and was startled, pausing him in his escape attempts. His tendrils were already trailing over the side of the tub, water dripping right down to the floor. Before you could scoop him up and put him back, Leona came over in his sand storm form.

He whirled and lifted Azul right up and let him go with a splash. Leona reformed on a small life preserver toy you had in there. He laid on his back, little legs and arms dipped into the water as though he was on vacation. He gave a big loud yawn while Azul surfaced the water with an irritated trill.

“Hold up, hold up,” you dragged yourself and Jamil onto the bathtub, “let me wash you first, then you can fight. Jamil, hand me the bottle over there, please.”

Well, it seems they’re going to be here a while. No point in fighting against it.

And, just as you took your eyes off of Jamil, said little naga traveled off your lap, looped his tail under Leona's preserver, and flipped it over with a quick flip. Leona sunk like a stone with only the cutest of yips. Oh boy, it's going to be one of those days, huh?

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #ask #drabble #savanaclaw #leona kingscholar #leona #octavinelle #azul #azul ashengrotto #scarabia #jamil #jamil viper #house pet au #reader insert

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lemonandlime22 · 1 year

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Hello! May I request bitey!child! reader with the housewarrdens and they find out why reder is like that.

Also love your scenarios! Just make sure to drink water and get enough reast!

Riddle & Leona find out the reason for the bitey child!Yuu's biteynes [pt 1]

Warning(s):

Word count: 1k

A/N: Aww tysm! I'm glad you like them! You too hun! I hope you enjoy it. I was originally planning on doing them all at once but I just got too excited to share it so here is pt 1, and I'll post the rest soon.

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle has hated your biting from the beginning, and has wholeheartedly believed that you were just a miss behaving child

and no matter how fond of you he begrudgingly gets. he will always believe that

but that 'always' got cut short around the end of B4 and the beginning of B5 right after winter brake.

Riddle was in his room unpacking his things, he had just gotten back from winter brake and was ready to jump straight back into work. But he didn't, he was going to give himself the day to prepare and destress from the brake. He had spoken to his mother about his life and how she raised him, but he didn't want to think about that now, he was just going to unpack, get all his books in order, maybe he get have one of Trey baked goods he brought back-

*BANG**BANG**BANG*

Riddle jumped at the bagging coming from his door but quickly composed himself and answered it. Before he could begin to lecture the person about how to properly knock of someone's door, the Heartslabyul student just shoved Yuu in between themself and the Housewarden. Yuu didn't waste a second before the hugged onto Riddles lags.

"Watch your child!" Was all they said before quickly leaving to avoid that inevitable lecture Riddle was shocked but quickly snapped out of it and led them to his bed.

He took a deep breath before he started talking, "Ok. What did you do? Did bite them?" His stern voice did nothing to shake Yuu, they had grown used to it at this point. Yuu simply nodded their head with a smile before climbing onto his bed. Riddle felt his face grow redder with frustration. He had tried for months to get them to stop this violent behavior, but it never worked.

No matter what he did it never changed.

No matter how many collars he put on them.

Or how many lectures he gave them.

They. Never. Stopped.

His patience was running incredibly thin.

Riddle breathed in slowly then back out at the same speed, trying to do those breathing exercises Cater had shown to him. He didn't want to get too mad at them, but it was getting increasingly hard not to. As They sat there, happily laying on the covers, Riddle started to pace, both trying to calm down and think of any more possible ways of stopping them.

Then it hit him, why hadn't he thought of it sooner? Riddle stopped in his tracks and slowly walked back to his bed.

"Yuu, may I ask you a question?" Riddle pulled them up so they were sitting upright and facing him.

Yuu just hummed in acknowledgment. Riddle sighed and continued, "Where did you learn to bite people? Did anyone teach you too? Or did you perhaps see someone else do it?"

"Huh...?" They tilted their head, not understanding what Riddle was asking "What...?"

He breathed in deeply again and pushed the frustration back down. "I mean... You bite people, that is not good. I want to help you change that, but first I need you to tell me where you saw it, or who taught you to do it."

"Oh... I dunno... I just do, I don't want 'em to hurt me i guess..."

Riddle's breath hitched and his heart started to race, his mind instantly went to the worst-case scenario. Did someone hurt Yuu so badly and so frequently that they had to bite and make it a habit??

"What- What happened!?"

After hearing your story, Riddle breathed a sigh of relief

what you went through was horrible

but at the very least it wasn't as terrible as the things he was imagining.

After this he becomes far more patient and soft with you, and he works with Grim to help you feel safe

he also checks up on you far more often throughout the day.

Riddle feels quite idiotic now that he looks back on it, for not figuring out sooner who you have bitten,

I mean, now that he thought about the people you had bitten, most either fit the typical intimidating person or just gave off a bad feeling.

He made you stay the night at Heartslabyul that day, and it also became more often for him to invite you over as well

he just wants to reinforce the knowledge that you are safe.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona never cared all that much for you, but he'd be lying if he said he doesn't find you amusing, like when you try to help out Ruggie with making/bringing him his lunch, doing his laundry,

or when he finds you had cuddled up into his side while he was napping, even when you'd play with his tail while you thought he was asleep.

He never cared about why you'd bite people, just as long as you kept being funny and biting others and not him

but he did end up finding out why, not through you, but through Cheka, just a couple days before winter break.

"Unca! Unca!!" Leona groaned and turned over at the sound of his young nephew, who was running towards him in the botanical garden. Cheka was meant to be with Yuu at Ramshackle right now, so Leona assumed that you two were coming to bother him. But when the footsteps got closer he noticed there was only one pair and turning over, and sure enough, there was only Cheka coming his way. It was strange, the two of you were never far from one another when Cheka came to visit.

"What'd you want Cheka" He grumbled and closed his eyes again, instantly shutting down that ever so small carious, and maybe even worried feeling. "It's Yuu!" Cheka said trying to catch his breath "They need to come with us back home next break!". Leona groaned again, this was far from the first time the little lion had demanded Yuu stay with them. "Why this time?" Leona lazily replied, deciding to entertain the young boy so he leaves faster. "So they won't be alone anymore." The look on Cheka's face was pure determination, and Leona already knew it was going to be a pain to try and deter him. "I already told you, they won't be alone, they've got the Grim and the ghosts." The grumpy lion turned back over, his back now facing his nephew.

Cheka huffed and plopped onto his uncle's side "That's not what I mean!" "Then what do you mean?" Leona replied in a bored tone, already regretting his choice of staying awake. "I mean they should live with us!"

Leona nearly chocked on his own spit at his nephews words. Yuu? live in the same building as him?? For who knows how long??? AGAIN!?!? He'd rather actually choke then that ever happening. "And why the hell would they need to live with us?? They already live in Ramshackle."

"But they disserve an actual home for once! Please Unca! Please!" Cheka slid down his uncles side to the front of him and showed off the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. Those words confused Leona, what exactly did Cheka mean by 'Actual home for once'? "...No. They already have a home." He huffed and closed his eyes once more. "Besides, Crowley's going to send them back to their actual home soon enough."

"What?!?" Cheka shot up "No! They can't go back! They'll be alone with those mean store people again!" The small boy claimed up up onto Leona's side once more and started to shake the man as best his small arms could. "Come on Unca! You gotta stop him from sending them back! you gotta!!"

Cheka continued to scream and shake his uncle until he had enough, he sat up and garbed the boy to sit in front of him. "Ok- ok- oK! Why in the great seven can't they go back!?"

Leona had expected Cheka to say that he would miss them or smth like that

not your entire life story.

In all honestly he doesn't know how to feel

but he does understand your reasoning and why you and Ruggie get along so much.

He never confronts you about this and doesn't change the way acts around you

except he is just slightly more gentle with you if you squint.

Oh and he just told Cheka to talk to his Dad about you staying with them.

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hpalways · 1 year

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sleep buddies

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character(s): Leona Kingscholar x GN! Reader

Quick Summary: Lately, you had been feeling burnt out from studying so hard. Exhausted and maybe now delusional, you jokingly thought to yourself that a nap with the king of naps wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Until it was no longer a joke and you found yourself craving for his presence all the more.

You had been studying in the library all day and were feeling exhausted. As you made your way back to your dorm room, you couldn't help but think about how nice it would be to take a nap. Maybe you could even convince Leona to take one with you. You knew how much he loved his naps.

As you made your way to the dorm, you had suddenly crossed paths with the devil, Leona himself! He was flipping through a book with a bored expression on his face. He looked up at the sound of your footsteps, and you couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat at the sight of him.

For some reason, as if your mouth had a mind of its own, you asked him the question. The all nighters were getting to you.

"Hey, Leona," you said, trying to keep your voice casual. "Do you want to take a nap with me?"

He raised an eyebrow in surprise and let out a grunt, but didn't object.

The next you knew, you were in his room.

As if you had been possessed, you climbed onto his bed and snuggled up next to him. Once again, to your pleasant surprise, he made no complaint. You could feel his warmth next to you, and you closed your eyes with a contented sigh.

For a few minutes, you both lay in silence, enjoying the feeling of each other's presence. You could feel your breaths slowing down, and you knew that you were both starting to drift off.

As you fell into a deep sleep, you felt Leona's arm wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. You snuggled in even closer, feeling safe and content in his embrace.

When you woke up a few hours later, you found that Leona was still asleep next to you, his breathing slow and even. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, feeling a sense of closeness that you had never felt before.

As you gently extricated yourself from his grasp, you felt a pang of sadness at leaving him. You wished that you could stay with him forever, just like this, in a state of blissful contentment.

But you knew that you had to leave, and so you got up and left the room, feeling grateful for the brief moment of intimacy that you had shared with Leona.

Over the next few days, you found yourself unable to stop thinking about the nap that you had taken with Leona. You couldn't help but feel a sense of longing whenever you saw him around campus, and you found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to be with him again. It was weird. You thought you were going crazy.

Suddenly, you felt a warm presence next to you, and you looked up to see Leona standing next to your desk. You blinked in awe. Maybe he was going crazy too.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I heard that you've been studying all day. Do you want to take a break and nap with me again?"

You felt your heart race at the sight of him, and you couldn't help but nod in agreement. It was seriously kind of out of character of him, but perhaps he actually enjoyed your presence. You followed him out of the library and back to his dorm room, where he led you to his bed and pulled you into his arms.

For a few minutes, you both lay in silence, enjoying the feeling of each other's presence. You could feel your breaths slowing down, and you knew that you were both starting to drift off.

As you fell into a deep sleep, you felt Leona's arm wrap around you again, holding you close to him. You could feel his warmth radiating against your skin, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of safety and comfort in his embrace.

When you woke up a few hours later, you found that Leona was still asleep next to you, his breathing soft and even. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, feeling a sense of happiness that you had never experienced before.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland writing #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #disney twst #leona #leona kingscholar #leona kingsholar x reader #fluff #twst x y/n #twst x reader #leona oneshot #cute #twst oneshot #drabble #twst drabble #disney twisted wonderland #gn #gender neutral reader

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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nrc & random word prompts (part two)

SUMMARY: Part two of the Random words + NRC students = This

CHARACTERS: All NRC Students.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: i think its funny how riddle got both lesson and uniform. its very fitting!! ruggie got both joy & glow and thats just the cutest :(((( love him. i also think its so funny that epel got makeup. the second the random word generator gave me that word i was like :/ "oh dear" LMAO sebek got demonstration the first time and instruction this time...? he's teaching you a lot, huh?

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Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts & Uniform

Someone’s eyes are boring into your back and you can feel it. You wrinkle your nose as you turn your head, prepared to scold whoever is staring at you but the words die in your throat as he places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Your tie is crooked.” Riddle said, his face so close as his hands brushed against your uniform, “You need to fix that.”

You stood perfectly still as he tightened the piece of fabric, adjusting it with expert precision. Riddle said nothing as he pulled away, nodding in approval before he turned on his heel and walked away.

You still felt his hands pressing against your collarbones, warm against your covered skin.

Trey Clover & Concentrate

“Concentrate.” he murmured, his chest rumbling against your back.

Your hands were shaking as they frosted the cake with his guidance, his hands cupping yours gently.

“Concentrate, Prefect.” he chuckled, squeezing your hand gently as he guided you along the circular edge of the cake.

You tried to focus on the task at hand, but his presence was too distracting. Resting your head against his chest, you tried to ignore the soothing warmth that surrounded him and the pounding of your heart. Trey pressed a single kiss to your forehead, once again preventing you from concentrating as you allowed his hands to maneuver you as he pleased.

Cater Diamond & Capture

The sound of a camera shutter made you roll your eyes playfully, turning to Cater with an amused grin. His phone was positioned towards you, tilted a bit to the right as he beamed at the screen.

“Gorgeous.” he swooped over and kissed your cheek, pulling back with a loud “muah.”

“Hey! Come here, pretty boy. You can’t pull a fast one on me like that.” you protested, watching as Cater admired his phone screen.

“Aww, but you’re so nice to look at!” he cooed, looking up just in time for you to cup his face.

Cater flushed at the gentle contact but kept an easy smile on his face, staring into your eyes. You said nothing as you kissed his cheek, trying to pour as much love and affection as you could into the touch.

Deuce Spade & Indirect

“I’m so thirsty, I really shouldn’t have forgotten my water back at the dorm-” Deuce sighed, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

“You can have some of mine.” you passed him your water bottle, wrapping a white towel over his shoulders, “Your time has improved from your last run. It seems like your uniform finally fits right.”

Deuce stared at your water bottle as if it was a venomous snake, eyes wide and unsure.

“Prefect, are you sure?” he asked, hands clutching the ends of the towel.

“Huh? About the uniform?” you met his gaze, following it to your outstretched hand with your water bottle, “Oh, yeah! It’s not a problem. Go ahead.”

He took it from you, trying to calm his nerves as he pressed the mouth of the bottle to his lips and drank.

An indirect kiss was all it took to have him daydreaming the rest of his run.

Ace Trappola & Disappointment

It was supposed to be just the two of you. It was supposed to be you and him, hanging out and stargazing, because you’d mentioned how much you loved the night sky and he wanted to prove that he paid attention to you.

Just the two of you! Grim was not supposed to be here!

Ace sighed as the cat monster held up all of your attention, making you feed him pudding from a cup as you rubbed his belly. Maybe it was his fault for telling you it was fine to bring Grim along, but he panicked because he was nervous and didn’t know what to say when you showed up with someone else in tow.

Oh well, he turned his gaze towards the night sky, a soft expression on his face, He’d confess how he felt next time.

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar & Willpower

Being patient and stepping back was never really your thing. Day in and day out, you had to deal with the knowledge that he was waiting for you to make the first move. It was like he was mocking you, waiting to see how long it would take until you broke. You had no intention of doing so, not when your pride was on the line.

No, you were going to make the stuck up prince who only cared about himself break.

Day in and day out, the same thing. Stolen glances across the room accompanied by lazy smirks and playful glares. As much as it flattered you to know that you caught his interest right back, you wouldn’t allow that to stop you from completing your mission.

You would wait for him. And when he finally breaks, you’d be able to brag to everyone that you knew that yes, you two were finally together, and did they know who broke first?

Ruggie Bucchi & Joy

Even the bright lights of the carnival couldn’t outshine the smile Ruggie had on his face.

Cotton candy in one hand and two funnel cakes in the other, he dragged you through the booths, winning game after game for you. You weren’t sure how he managed to win so many, as it was common knowledge that they were all rigged, but every time you asked him he’d laugh and avoid the question.

It occurred to you that the whole reason you were here was because Ruggie knew you’d been having a rough week and wanted to lift your spirits a bit, and he’d definitely surpassed even his own expectations. Right now, in Twisted Wonderland, with one of the best people you’d ever known, you couldn’t be happier.

Jack Howl & Judgement

“I’m not intimidating.” he deadpanned, staring at the student across from him dubiously.

“But you are! I bet the Prefect was scared of you too at first! You’re cold and unapproachable.” the student shuddered as Jack’s confused gaze turned into annoyance.

“No they weren't.” he huffed, irked at the thought of you thinking he was anything but safe.

“No I didn’t.”

Both boys nearly jumped out of their skin (although Jack didn’t show it) as your voice came from behind him, staring at the other student curiously.

“Why would you think that?” you asked, “Jack was never cold to me.”

Jack can’t agree with you there, he remembers your first meeting being very cold, but he’s happy you didn’t see him that way now.

“Don’t judge him for me.” you hummed, “Jack is a very warm and safe person!”

He needs some way to stop his tail from wagging whenever you say things like that.

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto & Price

“I want to go out with you.”

What!?

Azul’s business facade immediately shattered, leaving a fumbling flustered mess in his wake. His eyes wide behind his wiry frames, he looked at you like you’d grown a second head.

“I- Prefect, you what?”

“Whaaat? Did you mishear me or something? I said I wanted to go out with you! Can you grant my wish?” you asked.

You were so sure of what you wanted and it showed in your expression, your body language, and oh Great Sea Witch Azul didn’t know how he was supposed to handle this.

“Did…Did Jade and Floyd put you up to this?” he inquired, trying to find any reason why you would request to meet with him to ask him something so outrageous.

“No. I like you.” you said, “What’s the price?”

“I-! I haven’t accepted your terms yet!” he couldn’t help the pitchy squeaks escaping his mouth, face aflame at the confession that you made so casually.

“Oh. Well, do I have to change anything? Do you want to go out on a specific day, or at a certain time, or right now?”

“Right now?!”

Jade Leech & Horizon

The tent rustled in the wind, breaking the sleepy haze cast over you and your companion.

“Morning.” you breathed, head flopping to your left.

Jade seemed to have been awake for a while, his gaze fixed on you with a soft smile.

“Good morning, Prefect.” he reached over and patted your head, “Are you ready to go back to Night Raven?”

“Jaaade, I just woke uuuup. Can’t you wait a few minutes?” you threw your arm over your eyes dramatically.

He laughed beside you, leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll prepare a quick breakfast then. You sleep as long as you like, dear.” he hummed, getting up to leave the tent.

“Waaait.” you sat up, rubbing your eyes, “Wait for me. I wanna watch the sunrise with you.”

Jade’s heart squeezed as he laughed again, grabbing your hand and tugging you outside.

“Then come. The morning awaits.”

Floyd Leech & Destruction

You could only stare at the mess in your kitchen, eyes scanning over the batter and flour sugar and maple syrup on the ceiling, walls, floors, counters…

And in the center of it, a pouting Floyd.

“What did you do?” you asked, stepping into the room cautiously.

“I was trying to make you cupcakes!” Floyd huffed, crossing his arms even tighter over his chest, “I wanted to see how excited you would get. I thought it’d be fun be then I got bored and left the mixer unattended and then-”

“Floyd…” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in between your fingers, “I appreciate the gesture, but next time please tell me when you’re planning on making something.”

He perked up immediately, throwing his arms around your legs.

“Ooooh, Shrimpy! Your annoyed face is really funny too. Let’s bake sometime!” he giggled.

“Yes, let’s. For now we should clean up the kitchen. I’ll give you a kiss if you help.”

“Just one?!”

“Fine, as many as you want.”

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim & Absolute

The sunlight streamed through the windows as you slowly untangled the sheets from your legs. Kalim was still dead asleep next to you, his face pressed against your shoulder. Blinking away the sleep from your eyes, you felt your heart seize at the sight in front of you. He was so pretty when he was calm, arms loosely wrapped around you as he snuggled closer in his sleep. Peaceful moments at NRC were few and far between, but at this moment you felt the safest you ever had. It was absolutely calm, something you hadn’t had in months, and when absolute love accompanied it, it made this moment almost unbearable. Trying to avoid crying so early in the morning, you tore your gaze away and stared at the ceiling.

If there was any reason to stay in Twisted Wonderland, it would be seeing Kalim every morning, waking up next to him, and kissing the sleep away from his eyes.

“Mmm…sunshine?” his eyes cracked open, a smile slowly spreading across his face as he registered your presence, “You’re so warm.”

“Kalim.” you choked out as he snuggled closer, resting his head over your heart, “You’re going to make me cry if you keep this up.”

“What? No no no, don’t cry.” he mumbled, clearly half asleep as his hands brushed over your face and his thumbs wiped up imaginary tears, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re so cute. I love you so much. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep alone ever again.” you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into you, holding him tightly.

“Don’t scare me like that!” he yawned, eyes fluttering shut again, “I just want you to be happy. If you cuddle with me every night I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not, but…Kalim, you didn’t say it back.” you pouted.

“Oh…! I love you too! So so much.” he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, smiling serenely.

Jamil Viper & Sweet

Jamil couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Prefect? What are you doing here?” he asked, looking from you to the basket of sweets in your hand.

“I wanted to do something for you. Since you work so hard all the time.” you held out the basket to him, “I made them all myself, I hope you like them.”

“...You what?” he blinked, leaving the basket dangling on your outstretched fingers.

Why were you doing this? What did you stand to gain from it? Were you trying to get closer to Kalim? He narrowed his eyes, eventually deciding that no, you wouldn’t do such a thing. You were selfless and often concerned for people you didn’t even know that well. It was part of the reason you got so involved in the Overblots that had been happening.

Jamil took the basket from you, peaking at the contents. There seemed to be a great variety of baked goods, and they certainly looked homemade. Perhaps you’d picked up a few tricks from the Heartslabyul Vice Housewarden?

“You can share it with other people if you want, but I made it for you. Only you.” you seemed to look right through him, understanding exactly what he thought of this surprise gift, “Take care of yourself, Jamil.”

The basket felt out of place in his hands as he watched you leave, without saying hello to Kalim, he noted. He’d unpack what had just occurred later, when he could comprehend your sudden kindness. Jamil set the basket down on the kitchen counter and got back to work, preparing dessert for the party Kalim had thrown, once again on short notice. Your basket lingered in the back of his mind, and he knew that nothing he made would satisfy him the way your food would.

Pomfiore

Vil Schoenheit & Brag

Vil was never one to get embarrassed.

You were the only person that made him feel something close to it.

You had the same adoration as Rook in your eyes when you looked at him, except yours was far more soft and sweet. Your eyes never scrutinized, picking out every pound of fat on his body like Rook did. Instead, you cherished him regardless of whether or not he put a pound on last week or lost one. It was flattering, how you followed him around and listened so intently when he talked, bringing him healthy snacks when you saw him running past Ramshackle and a water bottle that felt far too important to be plastic.

Vil could take care of himself, and you knew that. You just liked taking care of him too.

He didn’t like to brag, but receiving special treatment from you that not even your Heartslabyul friends received made him very grateful.

Rook Hunt & Listen

You were all too familiar with Rook’s inability to listen to other people’s boundaries. The poor Savanaclaw students could attest to that, and unfortunately, you could as well.

As a student from a foreign realm, you had no choice but to deal with the attention that brought. You’d given up on your “quiet school life” a long time ago.

It got to the point where you became so used to the strange student’s presence that you started listening to him.

He talked about Vil a lot, and you just as much. It was offputting how much he seemed to notice about you, like studying your diet and estimating your height in freakishly accurate ways. You had to tell him to stop a few times when he got too invasive, and you were surprised when he listened.

Granted, it didn’t stop his admiration for the weird student from another world, but you were starting to understand him better.

Epel Felmier & Makeup

This was a weird way to be reliable.

Epel couldn’t deny the fact that he was familiar with makeup, no matter how much he didn’t like it. Vil had drilled the basics into him the second he’d been sorted into Pomfiore, but maybe everything did happen for a reason.

Because you needed help with your makeup, and Epel was finally useful to you in a way that Ace or Deuce couldn’t be.

His brow furrowed as he dusted your face with blush, his own blush growing. Why did makeup involve being so close to someone?!

It wasn’t fair that you were so nice looking and that you’d called him over when Vil could have done better and Rook was definitely available-

Breathing deeply, he focused on the brush again.

He needed to make this perfect for you.

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud & Courtesy

All of that effort trying to avoid the notorious school extroverts, wasted. India had found himself cornered by the one and only Kalim once again, with invites to various parties being shouted in his ears.

He just wanted to go back to his dorm! Why was that so complicated!

But it’s like he could say no, that was rude and he didn’t want to end the conversation with a promise to go to a different party, because they just weren’t his thing and he wished people understood that.

“There you are!” a familiar voice called, and Idia couldn’t help the way his head shot up to face you.

You were smiling as you approached him and Kalim, looking like a savior in your ill fitted NRC uniform.

“Come on, our train is leaving soon!” you said, eyes darting from him to Kalim, “Unless…are you doing something different this afternoon?”

“Oh, do you have plans with the Prefect?” Kalim asked, letting go of his hand, “You could have just said so! I hope you two have fun!”

Without waiting for another word, Kalim rushed down the hallway, leaving you two alone.

“Thank you.” Idia said through his tablet.

“No need.” you waved him off and continued on your way, leaving him blessedly alone.

Ortho Shroud & Tiptoe

“We have to be quiet!” Ortho hummed, bouncing on the spot from how excited he was, “Big brother is going to love this, just you watch..”

“I believe you. You put so much thought into this, I’m flattered you wanted me to execute it.” you smiled, holding the various gift bags in your arms.

“It’s his birthday! He wanted to spend it alone, but I know he likes you a bunch! He’ll thank me for this later.” Ortho fist pumped.

Before you could process his words, Ortho quietly levitated towards his brother’s dorm room and motioned for you to follow him. As quietly as possible, you reached the door and knocked on it. Before Idia had a chance to answer, you flung it open with a smile.

“Happy birthday!” you and Ortho yelled, causing a confused Idia to almost throw his controller at you two.

Oh, how you loved these two.

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia & Mood

It was common knowledge that the prince of Briar Valley had a soft spot for you.

His morning mood was usually affected by whether he got a hug from you outside of his class or not. One day you were running late, and NRC experienced such a gruesome thunderstorm that people were instructed to stay inside.

Nobody should have that much control over someone’s mood, and yet everyone could tell just how much he cared for you. It made some students swoon and others pretend to puke, but at the end of the day it was just you and Malleus in your own world, slowly dancing on the front lawn of Ramshackle and holding hands while watching the stars.

There, in your arms, he was happy.

Lilia Vanrouge & Proclaim

Everything seemed to be dramatic when he was around. Unfortunately, this time, his dramatic tendencies weren’t funny.

Kneeling at your feet, Lilia concentrated on cleaning the blood from your arm. He said nothing as he wrapped the flesh in bandages, and you were thankful for the brief silence because the display of power from him before had shocked you. It’s not that you didn’t know he was strong, you just weren’t expecting him to jump from the ceiling and obliterate the students that had decided to beat you up.

“I will always be there.” he mumbled, meeting your gaze seriously, “I’ll be there quicker next time. I’ll teach you how to defend yourself. I promise.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Thank you.” he face softened, “Thank you for letting me protect you.”

Sebek Zigvolt & Instruction

“HUMAN! Are you listening?” Sebek yelled, slamming his hand on the table you were seated at.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Totally!” you yawned, eyelashes fluttering, “I’ve totally got it. What were you saying?”

He huffed, face turning red at your distracted state. He should feel frustrated, so why was this making him flustered? You should be the one embarrassed!

“HUMAN!” Have you been getting enough sleep? He furrowed his brow as you yawned again, “It doesn’t seem like you have!”

“Oh, uh. Definitely not. I’ve been doing the chores that Crowley assigned. You know, janitorial duties or whatever?” you finally met his gaze, pretty eyes staring up at him as he tried to keep himself composed.

“Sleep then! I’ll tutor you later!” he huffed, glaring at the floor with red cheeks.

“Mmmkay. Goodnight.” you mumbled, slouching over on the table.

He huffed, throwing his jacket over you. He’d stand watch while you rested, just in case.

Silver & Delay

The day’s classes had finally concluded. With the weekend starting tomorrow, you and your classmates were finally free.

You were spending your time productively right now, leaning against a tree as Silver slept on your lap. He really was beautiful, hair fanning around his head like a halo as his chest rose and fell. You wouldn’t dare compare his angelic sleeping state to yours…you shuddered at the thought. There was no way anyone slept as pretty as him.

Sure, you’d be a little late getting to Ramshackle and maybe Ace and Deuce would be there worrying about your whereabouts when you were supposed to have shown up for their weekly movie night, but this was more important!

It didn’t take long for Sebek to come crashing through the bushes, mouth open to yell at you for taking away Silver, but you shushed him angrily.

“He’s sleeping! Don’t you dare ruin this for me!” you huffed.

“I will never understand why Silver has chosen to court you of all people.” he grumbled, narrowing his eyes at you.

You just stuck your tongue out at him.

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