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trappolia · 2 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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angelltheninth · 2 months

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Btw I saw the post that said lions can’t purr and it’s true! But humans can purr… how would Leona react to us purring.

Hmmm, that's true! Good catch Anon.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, purring, kissing, cuddles, sharing clothes, claws, playful biting, domestic fluff

A/N: I can't purr. Wait no actually... I can roll my r's pretty well. Does that count?

Gets almost startled when it first happens

Heard of cats purring when they're happy but he didn't know humans could do it too

You must be really comfy laying on top of him, wearing his yellow hoodie, with his Dorm symbol on it

He's happy too, that you're not only wearing something of his but that you took it from his closet on your own

Tries to figure out if you have a special weak spot

You catch onto what he's trying to do but his lips feel so good on your neck that you don't want to tell him to stop

His ears are perked towards you, listening to the smallest sounds

With his tail he trails a path across your leg, your thigh, and with his claws he scratches your back just enough to make it arch

All your usual weak spots

Until he bites you at the same time at which you go limp on top of him and let out that purring noise again

Hmm, he doesn't yet have enough information to exploit this information

Well then he will have to do this all over again, this time weak spot by weak spot instead of all together

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rosehxnt · 6 months

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the stars in your eyes

characters: deuce spade, leona kingscholar, jade leech, jamil viper, silver summary: noticing the small details that make your boyfriend him warnings: mention of leona's scar, swordfighting, otherwise just fluff

Deuce Spade He'd been nervously shifting in his seat for the better part of ten minutes, every now and then glancing at you just to see you staring at him. "Do I have something on my face?" He finally asked. "Yeah, handsomeness." His face became flushed. "Thank you...but it's like you're staring right into my soul," Deuce nervously giggled. "It's like I'm staring into the endless ocean." You held your gaze. "But it's even better because it's you and you're right here with me." He tried to stare back at you for a few seconds, but failed, quickly turning away and finding something to distract himself with. You let out a light laugh as the eye contact ended, enamored by his reaction.

Leona Kingscholar His chest rose and fell as you observed him. He was once again fast asleep in the botanical gardens, sun cascading across his face. Absentmindedly, you reached out to slowly trace the scar going over his left eye. "Herbivore." You had woken him up and he was now staring up at you, his cat-like pupils thinning to slits to accommodate for the midday sun. "What do you think you're doing?" "I think..." You gaze into Leona's eyes, fingertips sitting still on his cheekbone. "I think I want you to look at me like that forever." You swore you saw his pupils grow in size, but he'd deny it if you said anything. A small smile appeared on your face. "I think I want to nap," he replied and, much to your chagrin, closed his eyes to resume his slumber. In your mind, you replayed the image of him looking at you, those emeralds he held easily rivaling even the most expensive jewelry one could buy.

Jade Leech It was always a joy to see Jade practice his passion. That passion being taking care of his endless mushroom collection. The happiness showing in his eyes was always worth it to you, and you made sure to take in every bit of it. Except he always noticed your staring. Although, this time he decided to say something about it. "Why do you look at me with such intensity, my dear?" His casually delivered question threw you off, causing you to find sudden interest in the floor. "Oh, um, I like it when you're happy, it makes me happy." "I'm glad you're happy, then," he commented and went back to work making sure each individual terrarium was in ideal condition. "Your eyes are also super pretty," you found yourself saying. "I love how one is like the sun and the other is like the earth. It's almost like you're my entire world." It was his turn to deliver a shocked expression, not expecting you to turn the situation into an opportunity to flirt with him.

Jamil Viper You were content to sit on the sidelines while Jamil prepared that evening's meal. He insisted you not do any of the work, and you questioned if he was looking out for you or the state of the meal. His answer was ambiguous. So here you were, watching as he moved about the kitchen. His long hair swept over one shoulder, his hands working to expertly chop up the various vegetables, and his eyes flitting to each ingredient as he threw them in the large pot that was to feed the entire Scarabia dorm. Those eyes, the ones that reminded you of the charcoal used to light fires, similar to the fire you felt for Jamil himself. He'd lit one in your heart through the way he'd always help you when you were getting behind in class or were feeling under the weather. His observant eyes that kept watch for you and worked hard to keep you out of trouble were just one of his many charms.

Silver You'd been invited to watch Silver and Sebek spar, which you'd looked forward to for days. Both them and Lilia had worked to make sure you'd be safe just in case any blades went flying. This ended up with you sitting on a wooden bench behind a metal fence. Lilia was in the corner watching the two boys the entire time just in case, since they tended to get competitive. Though your sight was slightly limited, it didn't stop you from watching Silver's expression as he expertly defended Sebek's attacks and launched some of his own. He was focused on the battle and his eyes, which reminded you of the translucent lavender tinted marbles you'd play with as a kid, tracked every movement and flash of metal. It was hard to remind yourself he was still just a human in that moment. A human who had trained among fae to become a fierce enough soldier to protect their crown prince. A human who would look at you so kindly after the sparring had ended, offering his hand to help you up from where you sat, awestruck.

a/n: i was just thinking about a specific someone's eyes and thought i'd do this m.list & rules

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revasserium · 11 months

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savanaclaw #1 - cheek kisses

leona.

the first time you do it, he has to swallow passed the purr ripping up the back of his throat, his entire body going warm, going soft, going — he blinks as you pull back, laughing, your lashes flashing as you seem to realize what you’d done. he sees you open your mouth to apologize, runs a hand through his hair, shakes his head to silence you. “ah… don’t do something you can’t follow through on now,” he says as he cocks his head, eyes half-lidded and daring, the smirk on his lips going lopsided as you bite your own lips, clearly flustered. he tries not to stare, he really does — but really, what do you expect him to do after you’ve initiated contact? he brushes a finger against your soft cheek, finally letting a purr rumble through him as you look back up at him to catch his eyes. “go on then, try that again,” he says, tapping a finger to his own cheek even as you swallow hard, leaning up on your tip-toes ever so slowly. but just before your lips meet his skin, he turns his head, grinning as you squeak in surprise against his lips, that is, till he pulls you in closer and your eyes finally flutter closed, and everything else is soon forgotten.

ruggie.

the first time you do it, he almost thinks it’s not real, that he’d just imagined it, conjured it out of thin air, because there you are, turning around to high-five Epel for a game well-played, and maybe he’s still just delirious from their win in the mix-and-match magishift game but when he finds your eyes again, he doesn’t miss the way your cheeks flare up with heat and somehow, he feels his own do the same. and he agonizes over it — how could he not? but between leona telling him that he’s overthinking it and jack telling him to just go for it, he isn’t quite sure what his next move should be. after all, if you’d made the first move… that must mean you’re open to him making the second… right? so when he tugs you into a corner of a hallway between classes the next day, pressing a finger to your lips to keep you from yelping, suddenly, he finds himself rather at a loss, but then you’re blinking up at him, and he can almost hear the way your heartbeat stutters, see the way your pupils dilate when you look up at him and he lets himself relax, grinning as he slowly leans down towards you with a, “ne… it was real mean what you did after the magishift match yesterday… so, how’re you gonna make it up to me? leavin’ me hangin’ like that? what… don’t i deserve a real kiss to make up for it?”

jack.

the first time you do it, he goes stock still, his entire body locking into place because no way — no way did you just do the thing he’d been dreaming of doing to you for — for god knows how long. he swivels to look at you, his eyes wide, and you’re peering up at him with that precious, peach-pink blush on your cheeks, and he doesn’t even notice the wild wagging of his tail till you giggle, taking half a step back to point at it, wondering aloud, “ah… so i guess i wasn’t imagining things… right?” you lick your lips and he bites back the urge to sink his own teeth into the plush of your bottom lip, just to see how good you’d taste. instead, he clears his throat and tries not to seem too eager, “n-no — you weren’t but — uhm — what — what gave it away?” and he curses at the way he stumbles over his own words, at how hot his face feels, at the giggling he can hear from behind the statue to his left, knowing that ruggie’s probably got something to do with this, and maybe grim too. still, he waits, watches as you rock on the balls of your heels, lace your hands behind your back, smile prettily back up at him before answering, “oh… y’know, vil-senpai might’ve said a thing or two about how you’d been ‘pining for long enough’ and that it was time for your ‘romance arc’ to begin.” to which he feels his ears flatten to his head, a growl curling up his throat as he swears he’s gonna find vil and — but you tug him back by the arm, blinking up at him with a sly grin he really can’t deny looks good on you, “wait, before you do that… don’t i at least get a kiss back first?”

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throughthetwistedmirror · 8 months

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Stealing You ~ *Leona Kingscholar*

Summary: Ever since Leona brought you home to visit, you’ve been spending way too much time with his sister-in-law. He’s starting to feel a bit neglected...

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 423

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel @savanaclaw1996

“All I’m saying is your sister-in-law is a delight and I love her.”

Leona scoffed, hugging the pillow he was napping on tighter to his chest. “She’s alright, I guess.”

“She’s a sweetheart.” You corrected him before emerging from his closet, where you had been changing clothes.

He perked up upon seeing what you were wearing. Earlier you had gone shopping with his sister-in-law and she got you some clothes that you could only find in the Sunset Savanna. Your outfit was full of intricate patterns and bright colors. You even had a matching ribbon in your hair. You looked absolutely amazing.

Not that he would tell you that.

Leona rolled his eyes. “You’re just saying that because she took you shopping.”

“So what if I am?” You shrugged. Picking up your new necklace made out of polished turquoise, aquamarine, and jasper, you tried to put it on yourself. “She’s also funny and kind and easy to talk to. Kind of like you, I guess.”

The lazy prince watched you struggle for a moment before sighing. Standing up slowly, he made his way over to you and took the necklace from your fumbling fingers. Leaning in, he whispered, “Here. Let me.”

He felt you shiver as his fingers brushed against the back of your neck. He smirked, which made you let out a huff. After securing the necklace, his hands fell to your shoulders and his nose buried itself in your hair. He frowned.

“Your scent is different.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, I got a new perfume while I was out.”

“It smells nice, I guess.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

He hummed, his arms now draped over your shoulders and his head resting lazily on the back of your neck. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was trying to sleep standing up. The thought made you chuckle, which made him hum in response.

“If you’re so tired, we could at least nap in bed, you know.” You commented. “Or, you can, that is. Your sister-in-law invited me to dinner. You’re welcome to join us.”

“I’d rather you join me in bed.” He muttered. “You’re spending too much time with my family.”

“I wouldn’t be if we did more than just sleep in your room all day.”

He growled. “Fine. Nap with me now and I’ll give you a tour of the grounds tomorrow.”

You hummed. “I think that sounds like a great idea. But you have to take my necklace off. I’m not sleeping with it on.”

“...Fine.”

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cvlutos · 1 year

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I bet Leona Kingscholar would dream about you often. The types of dreams that feel so real, that he'd confuse it for an actual memory. That he'd be so certain that this was his reality, until he wakes up to a speck of sun in his face. Yet he can't be bothered, only rolling to his side still thinking of the lovely dream from before.

That he'll scold himself silently for think it was true, yet he commits the dream to memory. Determined to remember it. As he goes throughout his day, his thoughts constantly mulling over the dream, and Ruggie sometimes sees the tiniest smile stretch across his lips. Yet in a moment the smile is gone, yet Ruggie is certain that it's there.

I bet Leona Kingscholar is the type to smile at nothing, seeing the small things that remind him of you and it makes him happy. He's quick to catch himself, quick to ignore the object, yet it happens again and again.

At some point he'll become annoyed with the object for simply being an object and not actually you. He'll curse it for being such a reminder, yet he won't move it. Nor ignore it. Sparing a short second to stare.

I bet Leona Kingscholar loves cleaning your face. He won't do it often, but sometimes he likes seeing a few crumbs on your face, or some drink droplets. He'll tease you, calling you messy and clumsy, but for a moment you'll see his eyes soften as he uses his thumb to wipe the corner of your lips, that lingers. Or he'll toss a napkin in your face, pleased to hear your laugh or fake offended gasp.

For some undescribable reason. It makes Leona Kingscholar happy.

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tzuyusluv · 11 months

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❥ Kisses With Savanaclaw

genre -> fluff

pairing(s) -> savanaclaw dorm x reader

warnings -> teasing, nothing much tbh

word count -> 425

summary -> kisses with the savanaclaw dorm

Leona Kingscholar | An Ear Kiss

“Stop moving herbivore.” Leona growls into your ear, his arm getting tighter around your stomach. “Leonaaaa, I need to go to class! So do you!” You attempt to wiggle out of his arms. “I said stop moving.” He pulls you closer to his chest and lightly nips your ear. “Leona!” You attempt to smack his chest with your hand but he grabs it before you can make contact. He takes the his other arm and wraps it around your chest, making you motionless. “There. Now stay quiet. I’m trying to nap with my favorite pillow.” He says, going back towards your ear. You brace yourself for another nip but jump when his lips make contact. “Leona! You can’t do that and then fall asleep!”

Ruggie Bucchi | A Kiss As Apart Of A Deal

Ruggie comes into his dorm with a tired sigh. Who knew that working for a lion beastman who slept all day would be this tiring? His ears catch the small noise of you rolling over into his pillow. “Hehehe what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at your dorm?” He laughed before making his way towards you. “Missed you.” You mumble to him. He laughed again before kneeling in front of you. “You know…I think I can let you stay here if you give me something..” You look up towards him and wait for his request. “I think if you give me a kiss, I can let you stay the night.” He closed his eyes and waited for you with his lips puckered. Rolling your eyes, you lean forward and connect your lips. “Y’know I was gonna let you stay but if you wanted one this bad, you could’ve asked.”

Jack Howl | A Smile During A Kiss

Jack had invited you to watch him work out, but you should’ve expected him to use it as an excuse to show off. “Here. Then I use the fifty pound dumbbells.” Jack showed you the equipment. “Oh? And you use these everyday?” You stare at him with a small smile. “Yeah, everyday.” His face gets red and he brings one of his arms to his neck, rubbing it. You laugh before going over to him. “You know you don’t have to show off right? I love you all the same.” You nuzzle his nose against his. “I know but I like showing you that I’m strong and able to protect you.” He whispered. “I already know that silly.” You say before connecting your lips together. Jack melted into it before smiling against your lips. Though if you look at his tail, you’d see it going at the speed of light.

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siren-serenity · 1 year

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ethereal

in which your leona looks more than beautiful at the fairy gala...in your eyes, he's ethereal

characters: leona kingscholar, gn!reader warnings: none a/n: - this was inspired by leona's SSR card vignettes, he's looks- goddamn! - feedback is appreciated!

"Leona-senpai!" Ruggie Bucchi teased his grumpy-looking senior, who rolled his eyes. "Ya look like a fairy when ya'll dolled up, shi shi shi!"

The lion beastman only sighed heavily before toying with the lace and the golden ornaments wrapped around his attire. The golden glitter was laid thickly on every piece of skin shown off to the world, making him seem like he was an angel, glowing even on the bright summer day. However, Leona would to do nothing more but to rip off the itchy, irritating garb but one look from Professor Crewel made him think twice.

"He looks magnificent."

Upon hearing your voice, Leona spun around, ignoring the way his heart fluttered at the thought of you thinking of him in such a way, ignoring how his tail was swaying from side to side (he especially ignored Ruggie's cackling, Jamil's snickering, and Kalim's cheerful remarks), and most of all, the way his cheeks flushed bright red.

"Perfect," He greeted you, smiling gently. Vil clapped his hands, pointing at the lion beastman accusingly.

"See? See?! This is what I'm saying!" Vil threw his arms up in the air and Professor Crewel mirrored him in attitude. An elegant and well-manicured eyebrow was raised at the lion beastman as Professor Crewel nodded. "Leona can definitely smile if he wanted to, but guess who was all grumpy and mopey for the past few hours?"

You couldn't help but hold in a laugh before walking closer. Leona held in a breath when you cupped his chin in your hand, tilting it slightly here and there. The way your (e/c) eyes glimmered and your head eclipsed the overhead lights; it framed you like a halo around an angel.

"How lucky am I," You murmured, only loud enough for Leona to hear. "I have an angel as my lover. Oh, how the Sevens have blessed me today to see such an alluring vision of white."

Leona couldn't help but let out a tiny scoff, gently pushing away your hands but he had never in his life felt so warm, so welcomed, so utterly loved than in your arms. He could only cough and look away, igniting even more laughter from the rest of the group.

"Well, well, well! Leona-senpai, I never knew you could flush so red..." Jamil snickered, hiding a polite smirk behind a raised hand. Kalim nodded in agreement. A puppy-look in his eyes made Leona groan as the ruby-eyed student began to babble.

"You guys look so cute together! When is your anniversary?! I want to give you so many presents! Jamil, what if we gave them hundreds of emeralds and (e/c) jewels for the first day of their anniversary, and then hundreds of pure white doves for the second....OH! Why don't we give them matching thrones and-"

Everyone just blinked at the babbling dorm leader. He was still cheerfully throwing words here and there; Jamil sighed loudly and had to shush him to make him stop.

"Thanks?" You blankly said before shaking your head. You tugged Leona away from the chaos, leading him down the numerous, glamorous hallways of Pomefiore. The lion beastman's shoulders shook with hidden laughter before he tilted his head back and roared carefreely.

"Look at that heir! Why didn't you accept the offer? Matching thrones- pfft-" Leona choked on his breathes, laughing.

"Aww, don't worry darling. After all," You gave him a smile. "you're the king of my heart."

Leona blushed before coughing.

"You can't just say that!" He spluttered but the twitches of his fluffy ears and the pleased swaying of his tail gave his emotions away immediately. You pushed him against the wall, smirking as Leona's eyes widened.

"I'll say it as much as I want to," You breathed out, nuzzling and pressing soft kisses along his neck. Leona groaned, fisting around your biceps. "You're ethereal, my love."

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zeraaachan · 7 months

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the coffee you spilled all over him ft. riddle and leona

ੈ♡˳ . in which you spilled coffee all over him and tasted sweet consequences.

riddle rosehearts.

The coffee you spilled all over him tastes like annoyance and frustration. Oh, he's sure it's all an honest mistake like you claim as you apologize over and over again. But Riddle Rosehearts is also sure that his notes are now honestly destined to the bin. The coffee you spilled all over him wouldn't taste as bitter, if only it didn't also painted his notes with brown and cream.

The coffee you spilled all over him back in your first week of college became savored by his clean and pristine notes. It coated the immaculate letters with the smell of caffeine and drenched the paper in a soggy glory. The coffee you spilled all over him is not as hot as the steam now coming out of the red haired housewarden's ears, who looks as if he's tempted to take your head off. Riddle Rosehearts looked at you for a long moment, insults threatening to come out of his lips as frustration bubbles from within him. But when he saw the panic and regret in your eyes as you fret over his notes and swear to make it up to him, Riddle Rosehearts, the tyrannical housewarden, for once, chose to turn his back before his rage further ruined what was already messed up.

The coffee you spilled all over him two weeks ago can now barely be remembered. He disposed of his notes long ago and acted as if nothing happened. Your apologies are only acknowledged with a nod yet no actual forgiveness was given. Perhaps Riddle cannot forgive you for making a coffee art out of his notes. Or perhaps not.

A small but discreet smile played on his lips as he picked up the clean and new notebook left on his desk, one that is identical to the one that became soaked with coffee. The petite man opened the notebook, going through the letters and notes written that are similar word by word to what he wrote on his notebook except for the messier handwriting. Riddle Rosehearts, can see that his notes are written letter by letter and in a way that seeks to imitate his ruined ones. He can guess that perhaps you picked the notebook he threw to the trash. Maybe you spent the night rewriting his notes seeing how your head is threatening to drop on the desk as you fight off your sleepiness.

The red tyrant closed his new notebook, carefully holding it with one hand, as he make way to the person who looks like they need a kick of caffeine.

A knock on your desk. A stoic but not a harsh look on his face. A subtle, very subtle red on his ears and cheeks if you'll look closely. And a simple offer in exchange to the notes you made up to him. "Do you have time for a cup of coffee?"

leona kingscholar.

The coffee you spilled all over him didn't spill to him at all. Instead, with lithe moves and reflexes as agile as a cat, Leona Kingscholar sidestepped and the coffee destined to embrace his shirt fell to the floor instead. But it didn't stopped some drops to splatter on his black shoes. Perhaps, yes, perhaps, perhaps he should've really caught you instead and prevented you from falling. He could've done that, but he didn't. Leona Kingscholar is the cat to your cat and mouse games. So you shouldn't have been surprised if he asked a month of service in exhange for the shoes you supposedly ruined with a few drops of coffee.

How can anyone refuse the second prince of Sunset Savanna anyway? You tried, but still how can anyone refuse when it wasn't a request but a demand.

Every morning you run to make errands for him, competing with Ruggie to see who is the most battered with exhaustion by the end of the day. Every morning, at the exact time before he wakes up, the lion makes his little mouse fetch a cup of coffee as if a reminder to rub salt on the wound that caused your situation. And every morning you'll present the coffee he requested, one that is coicidentally brewed the way you like it. But every morning Leona Kingscholar will only grin and make you drink the very coffee you sprinted for.

The coffee you spilled all over him is similar to the cup of caffeine you now always have ever since you started being a pair of feet to run for the lazy lion. Morning, run, coffee, no, drink. The repetitive cycle of sprinting like you life depends on it to the nearest coffee shop and coming back panting to give him his drink is already about to come to its end. Two weeks, three weeks, 'til came the last morning of your run. However, as soon as you opened the door to your unit to sprint for the king's coffee once again, you found the lion out of his den and at the front of your door instead.

Leona Kingscholar, the man you served for a month due to drops of coffee sprayed to his shoes, the same cocky man who only watched you with a smirk as you obediently drink the coffee he made you fetch, the lazy lion who listened to you ramble for an entire month, and the same man who is now outside your unit, hands on his pockets, as he leans on the door frame. "Shall we grab some coffee?"

in an owo mode today ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧

part 2?

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts fluff #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar fluff #riddle x reader #leona x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #the spirit of fluff possessed me >:33

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haithamuse · 1 year

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❛ HEART SHAPED KISSES! ❜ [ ask game ]

morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter ft. leona kingscholar !

cw. none !

There’s a saying that there’s habits you never grow out of, no matter how old you get. That certainly applies to Leona, as it’s been the same ever since your NRC days — waking up the lion was a struggle and a half.

“Turn that off”, Leona’s deep voice rumbled as soon as your alarm shrilled. You can’t remember if there was ever a day he didn’t complain about the noise in the morning. Though he didn’t really see a reason to rise up himself, back at NRC he trusted that Ruggie would wake him up if he was needed for something, and then he could gauge wether it would be worth it or not.

Ever since sharing a bed with you however, the morning alarm has become a part of Leona’s day to day life — much to his dismay. Though no one said that you enjoyed it either.

With a groan of your own, you rolled over and blindly grabbed for your phone on the bedside table. Tapping around on the screen until the noise finally stopped, you were about to leave the comfort of your sheets, lest you end up accidentally sleeping in — knowing full well that Leona would do nothing to stop you from doing so.

Nevertheless, your efforts were still in vain and you groaned in annoyance once again, already knowing where this was going as you felt your husband’s tail pulling you back in.

“Leona, stop it. I—”

As always, your complaints were not being acknowledged. However, you held in as you felt Leona’s hair tickling you and his lips latching onto the first patch of skin he could reach. “I know. Shut up.”

Because Leona was no fool. After years of the same spiel every morning, your lover knew he couldn’t keep you in his embrace if you were determined to go after your responsibilities for the day. So he does what a respectful partner does — he comprimises with you. Five minutes of undivided attention and affection, then he’d (begrudingly) let you go.

His lips trailed up from your neck towards your jaw, leaving wet sloppy kisses in their wake while you squirmed in his arms. Your giggles filled the bedroom as Leona continued his uncharacteristically shameless display of affection, savouring every moment of it before you left.

Finally, he sealed his lips with your own, further pressing his body into yours so that you could barely breathe underneath his weight. But just before you fell under your lover’s spell, you pulled away which left Leona with an unamused scowl on his face, “Don’t keep me waiting for too long.”

Your lips curled into a smile and slipped out of his grasp with a final peck on the tip of his nose, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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ravenlking · 1 year

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𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑 once upon a dream, a prince fell in love with a prefect

gender-neutral warnings: none genre: fluff a/n: - the leona brain rot is contagious guys, watch me simp over him all over again - the banner belongs to me, but the pictures are from the official manga! please do not steal! - please give me feedback :)

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Leona's ears flicked around idly along with his tail snaking up your leg to wrap around your ankle. You only smiled before placing a kiss on the crown of his forehead, igniting a smile to crawl onto his face. The botanical garden was a myriad of colors and scents, sweet from lavenders, sour from the unknown fauna native only to Twisted Wonderland.

"Oi, herbivore," Leona called out, interrupting your train of thought.

"Mhmm?"

"You write poetry right?" He smirked, his lips curved into a shape that felt oh-so-familiar on his face. You nodded, confused.

"Well then, serenade me."

You scoffed before rolling your eyes.

"It's not that easy, kitty cat." You flicked his forehead. Leona rolled his eyes.

"Don't believe ya," He sat up, changing his position to rest his head in the crook of your collarbone. He nuzzled himself, breathing in your scent as you laughed. His wild hair was ticklish. "Come on then. Be inspired by me."

You hummed, a quick idea bursting into your mind as you opened your mouth to speak.

"love you even if i have all the love in the world over the moon and beneath the stars never going to give you away after all this time and always

be my king, be my scholar, be my prince, be my everything and in between."

You trailed off awkwardly, a blush flaming your cheeks as you looked away unable to look at your lover in the eye. A wet kiss placed onto your sensitive skin made you jump slightly before facing Leona. To your absolute shock and delight, a tiny, miniscule blush could be seen on his tanned skin and maroon brushed across his face.

"I knew you could do it," Leona held your chin firmly before pressing a kiss on your lips. "But you'd choose me? Over anything?"

You nodded before kissing him again, eyes shut.

"Leona Kingscholar," You smiled. "I wouldn't even think twice."

Leona laughed, his handsome face beaming like the sun with all his love for you. "Then you're mine, herbivore. And don't you think of ever getting away."

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azulashengrottospiano · 10 months

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hELLO THERE <3 i would like to perhaps request a reader that has a weak immune system with Leona, Jamil, Idia?

- Reader is weak frequently and gets sick easily, while viruses or illnesses are incubating in them they’re overly tired. They get fevers often and when they’re sick they’re prone to hallucinations and delusions- like one night they can hear colors and green tells them to eat cake (this happened 2 me <3 i’m sick rn)

they wander around at night a lot bc they’re delirious when sick and it’s a lil silly

they also apologize a lot for burdening s/o when they’re sick bc they’re sick so often

i hope u don’t mind the details ;; have a great

day night evening 🌽

SUMMARY: Leona, Jamil, and Idia with a S/O that has a weak immune system.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: i hope you feel better soon!! :C <3 i didnt mind the details at all <33 i hope your day/night is lovely as well, thank you!!

When Leona learns about your weakened immune system, he suggests you join the Savanaclaw dorm for their daily exercise with a mocking grin on his face. He isn’t doing it to be mean, he’s just teasing in his typical Leona way.

Hell, you’ll even be invited to Spelldrive practice since he heard exercising can help with your weakened immune system. If you’d prefer to stay in his room and keep the lights off, however, he’ll accept that as well. After all, nobody besides Ruggie is going to enter his room.

If you apologize for being a burden he’ll shrug it off. If you were a burden, he would have thrown you to the wolves a while ago. He takes care of you because he cares about you. You’re not forcing him to do anything.

He makes you balanced and healthy meals when you’re sick (and if you ask nicely, he might feed you hehe.) Sometimes Kalim will burst into your room and try to, ahem, help, but Jamil always shoos him away.

If you ever thank him for taking care of you and imply that it’s hard work, Jamil will sigh and tell you that he’s here because he wants to be. You’re not forcing him to do anything against his will.

And because he hates a lack of freedom, you know he’s being genuine. (Although he will get a bit teasing when you talk about colors talking to you.)

Idia, oh Idia. He has absolutely no idea what to do. He'll offer you some of his shitty packaged ramen noodles with a shaky hand and a soft voice. Also, his room is deathly cold because of his computer systems so you’re going to have to heap on the blankets if you want to stay cool!!

Ortho is your saving grace, looking up recipes and helping Idia come up with home remedies to help you feel just a little bit better.

Idia’s still a bit shy when it comes to you, and honestly the day when he’ll finally open up may be far off, but when you complain about being a burden he just mumbles something about how you’re not and not to worry.

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revasserium · 10 months

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savanaclaw #2 - hands

leona.

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

ruggie.

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

jack.

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

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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

Masterlist

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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itztim3todi3 · 1 year

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Leona (twisted wonderland) x reader

Reader has been leonas personal servant since childhood so they're close. Reader couldn't attend the school though. But he comes to all the magic shift tournaments so he saw leona overblot and visited him in the infirmary. At the same time that everyone else is in the room

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Thank you for the request! I'll be doing headcanons cause its easier for me lol

Requests | Open (read rules on pinned first)

Fandoms | Twisted Wonderland

Platonic or Romantic? | Romantic (srry if you wanted platonic)

when he first found out you were watching he groaned and blushed, his mind filling with your voice that screamed at him

when you entered the infirmary with Chika, oh boy he felt a headache forming already

he wanted to sleep cause child but you

when they saw the servant outfit they automatically knew you were a servant for Leona's family

Ruggie sorta knew about you from little hints and such but not much that's for sure Leonas a quiet and secretive guy

Leona would answer all your questions with an annoyed tone but understand your concern as he's your best friend and lover

begrudgingly, he'd let you check his injuries, unwrapping the bandages to see the damage he was caused

he not so secretly would place kisses on your arms, cheeks, hands, anything he can reach

he thinks no one is looking but Chika, oh the cheeky lion cub

hed call his Unca Leona out right away causing the other people in the infirmary to let out surprised noises

Leona Leona Kingscholar has a BOYFRIEND?! they dont understand

ace is whining asking how this jerk has a partner before him

Deuce is trying to process it before stuttering out a confused congrats

and Ruggies laughing in the background trying to not fall off the bed

they're all surprised but not too shocked yk? they sorta expected it with the texts in class, the more genuine smiles, etc etc

they find it cute how worried you are over the big bad lion and how he's slightly flustered and annoyed by it, its good blackmail material as well

#zt.writes.shit #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twst x male reader #twst headcanons #leona x reader #leona kingscholar fluff #leona kingscholar headcanons #leona kingscholar x mc #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x mc #leona x yuu #leona x male reader #twst x mc #twisted wonderland hcs #twisted wonderland headcanons #leona headcanons #leona kingscholar x yuu

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cvlutos · 1 year

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“Fireflies Grant Wishes”

| 02.14.23 | 0.8 K | Rated PG |

Leona Kingscholar X GN!Reader

T.Manor.Notes: Happy Valentine’s Day, to one of my Valentines~ @shibainu2006

It’s a temperate breeze that shifts and flows through the yellow blades of grass, as you sit on the thick picnic blanket on the cliffside. Just plains at the horizon, the colors of orange, yellow, and pink blind and mix, slowly gracing the beautiful lands.

Sunset.

With the wooden basket is empty, with only a few treats left, mostly filled with you and his trash throughout the day. With a speaker slowly playing music quietly. You spent the day dancing, feeling the grass against your legs, as you moved to the music, while green eyes watched, sometimes cheering you on with a low whistle or low hum whenever you did something he deemed impressive. Which was few and far in between, yet the amused smile and glint within his eyes never left for a moment.

Or you’d play a game of chess, with its thick wooden board folded and tucked away and carved pieces within their casing, several games in which you lost, but that was to be expected. Still, he humored you with your trash talk, even helping you with some moves with a subtle head shake when you moved a piece you shouldn’t.

While your sketchbook was filled with doodles, some from you and of the lion beastman you convinced to try and draw, he’s not good at it, except shading simple objects, in all the right places. And when you compliment him, he merely shrugs.

So now your sit, sketchbook long forgotten in its bag, with your pencils and pens, stomach fill yet mind running with all the memories made, and your phone full of new pictures and recordings. Some that were taken horribly with the camera off center and blurred as a large hand attempts to stop you, others oddly perfect. He’d only willingly take pictures if you’d be in them.

But you have some secret ones at odd angles. One of him winning against you at chess. Even though he knew he’d win, he still had a smile, a smug one, but nonetheless a smile. With canines glinting in the sun and emerald eyes slightly squinted. One of your favorites and you tell him as much. Another breeze that has you let out a content sigh and hum in delight, stretching your muscles till you hear a pop, letting out a low groan.

You’re tired—spent—exhausted, but so happy.

“Hey.” The feeling of cold can grazes your nape, and your gasp, fumbling forward at the sudden cold glaring at the lion beastman behind you. He was squatting, having once again snuck up on you. “It was cold.” You mumble, feeling his intense gaze and prideful grin, you run your hand along the back of your neck, making room for him to plop down beside you.

“Duh.” You place the cold can beside you, resting his forearms on his knees, opening his soda can with one hand. Silence falls over you both, the sounds of carbonated drinks filling the silence as your eyes trace over the horizon, the sun dipping further and further. The perfect spot out of all the Sunset Savanna, undisturbed and unbothered, his favorite place to be alone.

“Thank you for bringing me here—” You really are grateful. You turn your head to look at him. And he says nothing, eyes remaining on the setting sun. For a moment you don’t think he heard you, and your lips pull together. You don’t want to annoy him.

You watch the sunset in silence, watching the star billions of miles away disappear beneath the ground as fireflies of green begin to illuminate. They dance and flutter amongst the invisible wind, and Leona stretches out a hand, catching on quickly. You watch him with curious eyes.

“They say fireflies grant wishes—That they hear the voices of silence and what it desires.” His brows furrowed as he opened his hand, the little lightning bug fluttering away.

“What do you wish for?” You're curious, voice low and careful, leaning towards him slightly. He looks at you, and his eyes seem to glow, before darting down to your lips.

His lips are tender—showing such gentleness that you’d think was impossible for the lazy second prince. His lips molding against yours, placing down his soda can, to gently hold your face, deepening the kiss, as if to fill you with his passions, loves, wants, desires. All feelings that stem from you, caused by you. A kiss that leaves you breathless and dizzy. You feel the gentle quirk of his lips—he’s smiling. Happiness that seems to flow from a broken faucet that overflows the sink with no stopping. His forehead is warm against yours, breaking the kiss with a soft sigh. He stares at you, as if to silently say,

“That is what I wished for.”

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