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pinkskytwst · 1 year

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Lion's Pride, Hyena's Cackle - Part III

(Leona/Prefect, Ruggie/Prefect, eventual Leona/Prefect/Ruggie Romantic Poly)

If it had been anyone else but Ruggie who had dared to tell him what to do, Leona would have done the opposite out of spite if not literally throw hands.

If it had been anyone else but the Prefect, Leona wouldn’t have even cared.

But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

It was Ruggie.

It was the Prefect.

Most of the time Leona felt that the shit he had to deal with was thrown at him due to no fault of his own. Oh, he knew he was an asshole but being a prince, having such a destructive Unique Magic, having expectations placed on him with no actual benefit or gain in return and all while the world kept him under a microscope, all existed no matter what he did. It would never change, and he would never escape it.

Unfortunately, he was honest with himself enough to admit that the situation he was in was completely his own doing.

He deserved the words Ruggie had thrown at him.

Sevens, he deserved worse.

He honestly didn’t even know why Ruggie put up with him after everything he did, not even taking into consideration that he had nearly killed the hyena. Sure Ruggie had a dependable source of income and support working for him but he was resourceful and skilled, he could easily have gotten a similar or even better arrangement with someone else in NRC like Kalim or Azul.

But no, even after everything, Ruggie had stayed. Leona hadn’t been brave enough to question it, afraid that bringing it up would make the hyena change his mind.

Ruggie was the one person he had actually ever cared about losing since his mother had passed away.

Or at least, he had been the one person.

That was before an annoying herbivore from another world stumbled into his life and stubbornly refused to leave it. Who accepted him as he was - idiosyncrasies, arrogance, and temper - without blinking. Who threw themself into danger when they had no magic and no way to protect themself just to keep him and Ruggie and the other students at the school safe. Who’s laugh could make his chest warm and who’s smile seemed to brighten the world around them just by existing. Who stubbornly cared when they had no reason to.

And for a moment Leona had forgotten.

He had forgotten who and what he was and allowed himself to indulge in the urge to bask in that warmth just a little. To ignore the realities of the world and dream, just for a moment, that he could have this. That he might deserve that.

That maybe all the shit his life dealt him was worth it if he could enjoy that warmth and brightness even if it was only for a short time. Even if it was only the smallest brush of that warmth and brightness that he wanted to exprience.

He forgot and because he forgot, the Prefect had fallen for him – or at least started to.

And Ruggie had been forced to rip him from that silly daydream and back into reality. Address something that he no doubt still held his own pain over just to ensure that pain wasn’t visited upon the kind hearted human.

He didn’t blame Ruggie.

In a way he was grateful. The first time had been bad enough but this…now that he had faced his own demons and seen what filth he held in his heart – had been saved from that darkness by none other than the Prefect – he knew he couldn’t handle another.

It was better for all of them if he pushed the Prefect away, ensured that whatever closeness had been growing – might have continued to grow – was smothered before it could do harm.

Because it would do harm.

He only ever did harm.

So, he closed his heart. He tightened his mask. He practiced his indifference until no one would suspect him feeling anything for the Prefect except maybe annoyance.

He told himself it didn’t hurt that his efforts worked so well.

The Prefect tried to reach out to him many times. Would greet him and offer to do some of the chores for Ruggie that would keep them in his presence. Would bring him snacks and just check on him, always with that look of concern in their eyes and hope in their smile that he would reach back. That he would at least acknowledge them. look at them.

He didn’t.

He didn’t and slowly the herbivore’s hope faded, their smiles were strained, and they stopped checking in as often.

He knew they still cared, it was just the kind of person that they were, but he had managed to convince them that he did not want them and even though they were worried, they didn’t want to force their presence on him. It made him taste bile in the back of his throat at the idea of making them think their company was anything less than a highlight of his day, but he couldn’t say that.

And he trusted Ruggie to ensure that any hurt they felt from his actions could be minimized and soothed.

Ruggie was the only one he trusted their wellbeing to.

The hyena even did his best to ensure his scent stayed heavy around the Prefect as a silent reminder to him if he slipped – like he almost had that one morning. Had almost…but Ruggie’s scent had snapped him out of it enough to push them away despite what he had actually wanted. Ruggie was always looking out for them whether they realized it or not, and Leona knew he would have even if he hadn’t ordered him to.

The rest of the school certainly wasn’t going to do it. Their ‘friends’ had gotten them into just as much trouble as out of it and most saw them as an eyesore for daring to show up at their prestigious campus without magic. Grim was certainly not able to protect them properly and he knew more than one dangerous gaze was set on the Prefect and their situation. It was why he had encouraged the hyena to keep the herbivore in Savanaclaw as much as possible. At least here he could ensure their safety.

He just now had to make sure his dorm students knew to watch out for them without it getting back to the Prefect or have them suspect his influence was causing it. Ruggie had admitted that it was working so far and they both hoped that the Prefect’s existence would be forgotten by the school in general. That at the very least Leona could distance himself enough to ensure their safety while still warning those that might hurt them off.

For nearly two months this worked, but Leona’s luck finally ran out.

Or rather, Professor Crewel threw their plan out the window when he set up a joint potions project between the third years and first years that would pair one of each together with the intent to take an existing potion and improve or alter it in a way that would create a useful product with a different purpose.

And, of course, he had paired the Prefect up with him in hopes of the herbivore being able to actually convince him to do the work.

Leona really wanted to shove that crop of his down the man’s throat.

“Uh…Leona-senpai?” The Prefect interrupted his mental torture plans for the Potions Master. “So, when would you like to start? I have this afternoon free and Crewel-sama gave me all of the information for our project since he said you…missed class.”

“No.”

He dropped himself back down on the soft grass of his sleeping spot he had been curled up on for the last few hours and ignored the dumbfounded look the other was sending him.

“Excuse me?”

“I said ‘no’, herbivore. I don’t do group projects and I’m definitely not going to waste the effort trying to cover for a first year.”

He heard them stammer a little before they actually stomped their foot where they stood beside him, leaning over him.

“Leona-senpai, I can’t do this on my own! Crewel-sama made sure to give us specific duties and parts of the project we have to do! He will know if I try to do your parts as well as mine!” they said frustrated.

“Not my problem, now go away.”

“Ugh!” he heard the annoyance in their voice and wished he could turn over to see the way they always scrunched up their nose when they argued with someone. “Leona-senpai! If you don’t help me, I’ll fail the assignment! Potions is one of the classes that I get graded on combined with Grim’s! I need to get a good grade!”

“Don’t care.”

“Look, I get that you don’t like me-“ his ears twitched and it took everything he had not to show how the words made his stomach twist. “-but please at least tell me what to do so that I can make it believable that you participated!” they begged.

He couldn’t, he had given Ruggie his silent promise not to be around the Prefect. To distance himself, and having a joint project in a class was not following that agreement.

He had broken enough promises to Ruggie.

Then he heard a hitch in their breathing. It was slight and their voice didn’t falter but he could hear the undercurrent of emotion the human was clearly trying to hold back.

“Please, Leona-senpai. I can’t...I can’t do this on my own and I know Grim isn’t that great at his studies but he tries so hard and he does his best to learn so he can become a skilled mage. I don’t…I don’t want to drag him down more than I already do.”

It felt like Leona’s heart was in a vice and he had to take a deep, slow breath to keep from showing what he was feeling. To not tell the Prefect that they were better than the rest of the idiot students in NRC put together with or without magic. That they could never be a burden to anyone, let alone the cat monster that was only allowed to enroll in the school because of them.

He couldn’t say that.

But he also couldn’t manage to force out the words that would make the other give up and go away.

Not when their voice was so desperate and their pleas something only he could give.

“Fine.” He muttered, turning over, and rocking to his feet in one smooth motion. “Let’s get this over with so I don’t have to deal with it anymore. It’s not like you’ll leave me alone until I do.”

The Prefect’s eyes widened and a warm, grateful smile bloomed on their face as if Leona was actually doing them a favor instead of his actual responsibilities.

“Thank you, Leona-senpai! I’ll work really hard and follow all your instructions, I promise! And I’ll do all the writing and brewing so you just have to tell me what to do!” they said eagerly, stumbling after him through the brush surrounding his napping place and out onto the walkway.

“Whatever.” He said, though he couldn’t help but watch the smaller human out of the corner of his eye and try to memorize the light of their smile and the warmth he felt at someone actually wanting to be beside him, even if it was only for an assignment.

It really would be unfair to hurt the Prefect’s academic standing by refusing to work, after all. He didn’t think Ruggie would want them to go through that. And he could control himself. It was just a project. He would tell the herbivore what to do, they would write it down and brew the potion, then they’d be done. Simple.

Then he could go back to ignoring them and hopefully they would forget all about it.

And him.

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This one's a little shorter but I thought it needed a POV from our prince so hope you like it. <3

#twst prefect #pinkskytwst #savanaclaw #leona x prefect x ruggie #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #leona/prefect #ruggie/prefect #leona x prefect #leona x reader #ruggie x reader #reader gender not specified #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst disney #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #lion's pride hyena's cackle #polyamory

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wanderingsoul-yuu · 11 months

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Wandering Soul — Chapter 2: Tenacity (Part 1)

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Beast of Turning Around the Sorrow

Outsider of the Flock

The Eater of Wilderness

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stupidneko · 10 days

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Extra attention to the scar ;3

#digital art #my art #original art #sketch #twisted wonderland #twst #doodle #fan art #twst leona #twst oc #twst prefect #leoyuu #leona kingscholar #oc x canon

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twstjam · 9 months

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I remembered this one au I had a while back where the OB boys are apprentices to the Great Seven (who are alive). Crowley is kinda like, their assistant??? Well he's the OFFICIAL assistant, Yuu is the one who does most of the running around. They're recognised for their work by the Great Seven though, who grow REALLY fond of them. This leads to Shenanigans when they keep trying to set up Yuu with their apprentices and sabotage each other's efforts.

#disney twisted wonderland #twst the great seven #the great seven twst #prefect yuu #twst yuu #twst mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x yuu #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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calcifiedunderland · 7 months

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Pride & Prejudice: A TWSTed AU

ft. Overblot Gang x GN Reader

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single leader in possession of power, fortune, and intellect, must be in want of a partner.”

“Pfft-“ you snorted to yourself, flipping through the pages. “What kind of story is this?”

Earlier that day, you and Grim had decided to clear out one of the rooms at Ramshackle. After a brief jump-scare from Crowley (who showed you how to make furniture out of a magic hammer?), the two of you were now on your way to making a ‘Guest Room.’ Finally, gone were the days of your friends groaning about your dusty couch and cobweb-filled living room!

But that also meant that the boxes in the room had to be moved out. Most of them held thread-bare cloth and other dusty knickknacks, but a few held books that looked as though they hadn’t been held in ages. Out of sheer curiosity and boredom (and the fact that Ramshackle had no internet whatsoever), you cracked open one of them and started reading, with Grim snoozing soundly on your lap.

“What are you reading, Prefect?” One of the Ramshackle ghosts wafted to you, resting on the armchair back behind you. You turned the book to read the cover, frowning, “Prejudice and Pride, by Jean August. It’s kind of ridiculous.” You ran a hand over the dusty cover, “I think we had something like this in my world, too.”

The ghost immediately grinned, “I remember this from when I was alive!” He dove in front of you, taking the book and flipping through it at phantom speed. “This was one of our required readings! Ah, you living folk miss out on the classics,” he sighed wistfully. “Here, this was the best part!”

You took the book and read through it. It seemed to be a love confession, where the main male lead was telling the female lead how much he ‘ardently admired and loved her’ and failed miserably.

“Wow, that’s cringe,” you winced, skimming the page. “And also unrealistic. I mean, who falls in love with someone they hate? And who starts a love confession with ‘you suck, but I love you anyway I guess’? Why the hell would they think that would even work?!” You and the ghost laughed, and continued reading together.

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“The Prefect is… interesting, but not enough to tempt me!”

He remembered telling his dorm mates this exact phrase, after bristling at a group of underclassmen gossiping amongst themselves. It was no secret that you and he were close - after several overblots at school, it would’ve been impossible not to be. At least, that’s what he kept telling himself. It wasn’t like he laid awake at night, thinking about you right? How ridiculous would that be!

Meanwhile in his room, several hours later, the young dorm leader frowned, feeling restless. It was already close to sunrise, but he wasn’t able to drift off to sleep despite the exhaustions that came with leading an entire dorm. Instead of sleep and his impending responsibilities, his mind drifted.

Over the school year, he’d been able to push down his feelings (Sevens knew it was easy, and his overblot proved it), but now, it was impossible to deny it. This will not do, he thought, huffing irritably and sitting up in bed, absently rubbing his temple.

In vain, he’d struggled. But it couldn’t be denied, and despite his best and fiercest efforts to negate it, his feelings couldn’t be repressed. You’d proven yourself to be an unrelenting figure at Night Raven College - someone who he thought would be insignificant compared to his talent and renown. And yet. And yet.

Somehow you’d wormed your way into his life, to where it hurt to think of you as insignificant. Because how could an extraordinary person like you ever be insignificant? In his pre-overblot days, he was stubborn and yet still too prideful to even consider another way of thinking. But then you came along, and made him question everything, from previous prejudices to his own bittersweet pride.

You, who fell unceremoniously out of a coffin during the sorting ceremony with a little blue fiery cat, and scurried around the school running errands and odd jobs. You, who was once a passing glance, who became one of the things in the school he looked forward to seeing the most. You, with your heart of gold unshaken by the trials and tribulations thrown at you, day after day.

The feeling dawned on him, settling heavily and uncomfortably in their entire being. As the sun began rising, his mind reeled and he closed his eyes, the light bathing his room in a soft, pleasant glow. A warmth enveloped the room, but then a sudden chill ran down his spine. It was then, that he realized it:

He truly and ardently admired and loved you.

Now, he simply had to tell you so.

Now, dear Prefect, take his hand:

The Rose Red Tyrant: R. Rosehearts

The Usurper from the Wilds: L. Kingscholar

The Merchant from the Depths: A. Ashengrotto

The Schemer of the Scalding Sands: J. Viper

The Beautiful Tyrant: V. Schoenheit

The Keeper of the Underworld: I. Shroud

The Ruler of the Abyss: M. Draconia

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notes: i really hope this wasn’t too cringe towards the end with the P&P refs but here we go! Seven chapters to plan AH, I can’t believe I twst-ified jane austen 💀

Chapters are coming soon!! A few are in the works!

Thank you to everyone who was interested in this idea!! What started as some brainrot has become bigger brainrot lmao, I fully appreciate it~

Take care shrimpies!!

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Taglist: @eclecticprincecollector

@ars-tral @cerisescherries, @thehollowwriter, @twst-eeps,

(If your user is in bold, I wasn’t able to tag you for some reason 😅)

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stupid-neko · 10 days

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there you go you big asshole

#my art #original art #digital art #fan art #twisted wonderland #twst #sketch #my oc #oc x canon #leoyuu #twst oc #twst leona #leona kingscholar #twst prefect

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jelsah27 · 10 months

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TWST Vines extended addition because why not Part 1

spoiler warning Books 1-6

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MC: I was thinking of doing some magic

Ace: You? Magic? MC, it says ✨TALENT✨ show.

Deuce: Do you know how terrible you are or are you numb to it?

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Deuce: *driving a magicycle* Road work ahead? Uh, yeah. I sure hope it does.

MC: *holding on* I might just throw myself off this bike

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Idia: *pointing to a camera feed of Grimm at the Isle* Even the babies are one of the most dangerous animals in the world so I built this cage to keep him secure, so there's no possible-

MC: *breaks though wall grabs Grimm and runs away*

Idia: -oh my Sevens-

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Study session

MC: What's 9+10?

Grimm: 21

*angry silence*

MC: THIS IS WHY AZUL GOT A CONTRACT OUT OF YOU!

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MC: after explaining the plan to everyone in book 3 So any questions?

Grimm: Um yes. Are you going to finish that croissant?

MC: Knock yourself out, kid. tosses it to him

Grimm: Consumes

MC: Now let me assure you-

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Leona: We play Magift. You all shall participate.

MC: Hi, I'm MC. I'm 19 and I never learned how to f***ing do magic

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Neige: talking to Vil after the SDC How do you keep your pants up? It's incredible!

Vil: looking like he's about to strangle a person… Belt

Rook: *drags MC and Vil away so murder isn't committed*

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MC: *at Deuce and Ace's room banging pots at 3 am after the expelling debacle* I didn't get no sleep cause of y'all! Y'all not gonna get no sleep cause of me! *runs from Riddle chasing them down a hallway*

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arashrita · 6 months

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Twisted Wonderland incorrect quotes #10

Malleus: Kingscholar, let my child of man go.

Leona: No, I won't. (Y/N) willingly came to me.

Malleus: I don't believe you.

Leona: Herbivore, tell him.

MC: Ummm...I'm not trying to start another world war, but yes, I did.

Malleus: How could you? 🥺🥺🥺

MC: I– he is my friend as well? 🥲🥲🥲

Leona: Suck that up, lizard 😏😏😏

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leonatamer · 2 months

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

???: I guess it's my turn now.

Base: HuHu_cm at twitter Link

#twst yume #leoyuu #leona x yuu #leona kingscholar x mc #twst yuu #twst mc #twst oc #yuusona #ramshackle prefect #twst leona #leona kingscholar #leona x oc

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asian-ascian · 1 year

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[leomicah 🦁🐭/ 🦁🌸 ]

true ending unlocked

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leomicah valentines art from twt that I forgor to post here on tumblr

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pinkskytwst · 1 year

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A Pirate King's First Mate

Childhood Friend!Au

Leona/Reader (not Yuu)

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The first time Leona met you at five years old, you both got into a screaming match that quickly devolved into a physical scrap that ended with the two of you covered in mud, bruised, and him limping.

Your parents – a pair of female nobles that were friends with Leona’s mother – just groaned while Leona’s own cackled brightly and pulled the both of you under each of her arms to haul off to the healers.

Leona insisted loudly that he never wanted to see you again.

The queen invited you back the next day.

Leona threw a fit. He refused to come out of his room until his mother came personally and in a calm but firm voice instructed her son to unlock the door. He did, of course, but didn’t hide the glare that he sent you from where you stood just behind her. He puffed up even more when you stuck your tongue out at him, nose scrunched up and obviously as happy about being there as he was.

The queen proceeded to leave you both to ‘play together nicely’ in his room and absconded with your mothers for a private teatime.

Leona waited until he couldn’t hear the adults’ footsteps any longer before spinning around stalking out of his room in the opposite direction. His ears twitched when he heard you scrambling after him.

“Hey! You can’t just leave me! Your mom said you have to play with me!” you demanded, more angry at him abandoning you against his mother’s wishes than actually wanting to play together.

“Go away, I don’t play with herbivores.” He said, raising his chin like he saw Farena do when he was trying to act like their father.

“I’m not a herbivore!” you stomped your foot, “And your mom said-“

“Do you always do everything your moms tell you?” he snapped, glaring over his shoulder.

“Of course, I do!” your voice utterly offended.

Well…Leona hardly ever went against what his mother wanted either but still…you were a baby herbivore, and he didn’t want anything to do with you, so it wasn’t the same.

He scoffed and wound his way through the halls, ignoring the guards and any passing servants as you continued to chase after him stubbornly.

“Go away, I don’t play with babies.”

“I’m not a baby! I’m older than you!”

“You’re shorter, so you’re the baby.”

“That’s not fair! Your ears don’t count!”

“Of course, they do, they’re me, idiot!”

“You’re the idiot!”

The bickering continued as he couldn’t manage to lose you in the garden.

Your patience apparently ran out, though, as you threw yourself at him again and you both went down. He struck back, of course, sending you rolling but – the same as the time before – you ended up on top of him, victorious smile on your face.

“HA! Pinned ya!”

“Let me go!” he complained, trying to wiggle away. “I’m a prince you know! You can’t treat me like this!”

You just stuck your tongue out again but did eventually let him up, still smug smirk on your face despite his glower.

“You’re a very uncute herbivore!”

“Well, you're a rude prince!”

His face screwed up in a pout, ready to go at you again, but instead he just huffed and climbed to his feet, brushing off the grass stains and dirt smudges as best he could. He turned and continued on to his favorite tree to nap under and proceeded to climb it.

You scampered after him again but gaped as he made himself comfortable in the branches completely out of your reach.

“Hey! Hey, that’s not fair!” you stomped your foot, going to the large tree trunk and trying to follow after him.

Your climbing skills were nothing to his, though, despite his young age, and you barely got your feet off the ground before you toppled back and landed in the dirt. A grunt escaped you and you rubbed at your backside with a pout, eyes narrowing at the smug smirk from the boy above you.

“Looks like you really are an herbivore if you can’t even climb a tree.” His tiny fangs flashing in his grin.

“You…you-ugh!” you threw your hands into the air and stormed off, giving him some actual peace and quiet again, thankfully.

You returned a couple of minutes later, arms covered in mud and proceeded to throw a huge sludge ball right at his stupid, prince face.

To say your ‘friendship’ had a rough start was an understatement.

The ‘play dates’ continued like that for months, only ending when you were both either having to be dragged to the healers again or so filthy you had to be carted off by servants to be hosed down and given proper baths before being able to be seen by polite company again.

You were the bane of Leona’s existence, and he did not understand why his mother didn’t grasp the insurmountable trials she was putting him through. She would just smile fondly and brush her fingers through his hair and completely change the subject by telling weird stories about how she and his father would fight when they were children.

What did that matter!? He didn’t care about how stupid his dad was for not seeing how awesome his mom was as a kid! It just confirmed that he was an idiot! It had nothing to do with the trauma your very presence was inflicting on him! Why couldn’t she just order you to not come back! Clearly if she loved him she wouldn’t force him to suffer your bullying!

But no, she would just chuckle and kiss his forehead and promise that one day he would understand and forgive her.

No, he was certain this was the one thing that he wouldn’t be able to forgive his mom for even if he could never stay mad at her.

It was favoritism! Why couldn’t she torture Farena with an annoying herbivore and let him hang around Njeri instead? She deserved better than being betrothed to his jerk of a brother anyway! She definitely had better taste and wouldn’t actually agree to marry him when they were older! He might not want to marry her but it would still be better being around her than having to put up with the brat that kept shoving his face in mud!

Not that they could actually beat him or anything! He was going easy on them, that’s all!

More months passed, a couple of birthdays, and still he was stuck putting up with you at least three times a week. A common complaint that he brought up to his mother every chance he could.

He would detail out all the horrible things about you and how you always bullied him and never treated him like a prince the way you should and they should praise him for going easy on you because that’s the only reason they found him trapped under you again as you ruthlessly braided flowers into his hair so that he would look like a ‘real prince’.

Really! He was just being nice and letting you win!

He was a prince after all! He should be shown respect even if he wasn’t going to be king! You were anything but respectful! Clearly he deserved a better ‘friend’!

After the funeral, you were the first person to find him.

“Hey.” You said, voice cutting through his deafening thoughts that were dragging his soul down deeper into the tar of despair and self-hatred.

“Go away.” He muttered, burying his head deeper into his arms and claws digging into the black sleeves of his kanzu to the point that the luxurious fabric began to rip.

Not that he cared. Not that it mattered.

Nothing mattered anymore.

“No.”

He couldn’t even work up the energy to lash out as he felt you sit beside him under the tree. His tree he always hid away at.

Where you were always able to find him.

You sat there in silence for an undetermined amount of time that dragged on like hours.

It grated on his nerves. Raw and stinging as he couldn’t figure out if it would be better if you would say something or if he didn’t want to hear your voice.

He didn’t want to listen to anyone. The thought of being around others, feeling their stares heavy on his shoulders like accusing fists suffocating him, of hearing the hissed whispers that now followed his every step like poisonous snakes sinking their fangs into his heart. It all made him sick. It made him want to rip off his own ears, to claw his eyes out.

It made him wish he had died instead of his mother.

“You know…” you finally said, breaking him from his sludge tar thoughts again. “If you want, we can go be pirates.”

Leona looked up from his arms, staring at you.

You pointed to your own eye, the one that mirrored the scar that now slashed over his own, mostly healed but still an angry red.

The one he had gotten from the assassin before his mother had thrown herself at the female with a vicious roar that felt like it rocked the very ground beneath them.

“You look like a pirate now. You want to be a king right? We can go be pirates and you can be a pirate king. I’ll have to come too, of course, since you’re useless with out me but I guess if I have to follow a pirate king you’d be a good one.”

Leona just stared up at you.

You were ten now and he would be in a month, but you were still a little taller than him. He hated it. He complained to his mother all the time about you growing faster than him.

She always told him to be patient.

She’d never tell him that again.

He didn’t realize that he was crying until you reached out with your sleeve and started to scrub them away. You weren’t gentle but you were also not as rough as you normally were.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!”

No one should touch him! It wasn’t safe! He would kill you just like-

The breath left his lungs as you were suddenly right there and wrapping your arms around him.

He struggled, tried to pull away, did his best not to let his hands land on you.

The hands of a killer.

“Shut up! You’re being dumb!” you snapped, your voice wobbly in a way he’d never heard it before. “It’s not your fault! It was that bitch’s fault for attacking you and your mom! It was your guards’ faults for not stopping her!”

Leona froze, his mind still as his thoughts circled around one thing.

“Your moms will be mad that you cussed.”

He felt your breath shutter against his chest, the beat of your heart dragging him back down to reality.

“I’m practicing.” He muttered into his neck, the stubborn tone returning to what he was familiar with. “We’re going to be pirates, remember? I decided. We’re going to be pirates and you’re going to be the Pirate King and I’m going to be your right hand pirate because all Pirate Kings need a right hand pirate.”

“Idiot, they’re called ‘first mates’.”

“Well, I’ll be your first mate then, you jerk prince! But only I get to be so you can’t go off and be a pirate without me, you got it! It was my idea so it wouldn’t be fair! You can’t leave without me!”

Leona swallowed thickly, not understanding what was happening but also…maybe he didn’t mind listening to your voice as much as he thought.

It wasn’t a horrible voice after all. And he supposed you weren’t ugly even if you were still an annoying herbivore.

“I can’t touch you.” He finally whispered, keeping his hands hovering away from you.

The feeling of sand beneath his fingers still snapped him into a cold sweat and haunted his nightmares.

“Stop saying stupid things.” You refused to pull away from him and just tightened your grip. “Who cares if you can turn things to sand, hm? You think you’re so amazing, you idiot? You’re 9! I’m older and smarter and I’m telling you that your sand powers won’t hurt me! If you’re so scared we’ll get you gloves. Pirates wear cool gloves all the time anyway. An eyepatch too. Maybe covering up one of your eyes will make your aim better!”

Leona couldn’t breathe again.

He didn’t understand. He didn't understand, but he didn’t want you to leave.

His touch was feather light, terrified and ready to rip away in an instant.

You didn’t flinch. Your heart didn’t so much as speed up as you continued to hold him.

You gave a small, annoyed huff.

“Idiot.” You muttered. “Pirates cry too so it’s fine. It’s only me anyway.”

Suddenly he was clutching at you, broken sobs wracking through his body as everything he had been holding in, trying to hide, forcing back behind a mask to escape everyone in the palace that could no longer look at him without seeing a murderer, came flooding out.

He cried himself to sleep.

You carried him to the palace on your back and snarled at any servant or guard that looked at him wrong.

You pushed him into bed and kicked off your own sandals before climbing in to join him, curling around his smaller form.

It was the first night since he watched his mother die that he didn’t wake up screaming.

Lots of things changed over the years. Some bad, some good.

The constant in Leona’s life, though, remained you. It was you since the day when you were both five and it would be you until the day one of you died.

When you were both accepted to Night Raven College he wasn’t surprised. He was a genius after all and you were…passable at least. Not as good as him – though you’d never admit it no matter how many times he shoved it in your face – but definitely better than the plebians that filled the rest of the world.

He’d never admit to the relief he felt when you were placed in the same dorm.

With all the trouble you got into it was just easier to make sure you didn’t get in over your head if he was at your side.

School was boring but with you there at least it was at least bearable. It was better than being at ‘home’ where whispered still followed – though less when you were at his side – and he could escape the obnoxious cub of a nephew his brother had so generously gifted him.

Cheka loved you, of course, and you doted on him like he was your own and it was the most annoyingly sickening sweet thing he ever saw that he tended to just snag the brat by the back of his shirt and throw him out of the room whenever you were around.

No one wanted to see that!

He didn’t really care about doing too well, though he would allow you to drag him to class every now and then. It wasn’t like grades were going to change anything about his future and he knew all the information already anyway. School was just to enjoy and despite the lectures you might give him every now and then you gave in enough that he knew you didn’t mind it all that much.

It also helped that he was now much taller than you and he took every chance he could to use it against you by dragging you down for a nap or just throwing you over his shoulder to cart off to the botanical gardens.

Of course, when he noticed that others didn’t always treat you like you deserved – he was the only one that could tease or call you names – he quickly took action and when your Housewarden had shrugged off his words with: “Maybe if they were stronger they wouldn’t be a target.”

Well, needless to say he was the new pack leader of Savanaclaw and the old was in the infirmary for three weeks before he was allowed out of bed.

After that no one in the dorm dared to try anything with you and the rare time that you couldn’t take care of yourself against someone from another dorm he dealt with it for you.

“It’s my job to take care of my first mate.” He’d shrug before ruffling your hair and then throw his arm around your neck to drag you back to his room for a nap.

That changed in your third year during the first break back home.

The two of you had enjoyed a day out, a rare occasion for Farena to not keep him swarmed by guards the entire time and just allowed for a ‘chaperone’ – who was definitely a guard in disguise – and you had dragged him to the ‘Watering Hole’.

It was a centralized tourist spot with a large lake and surrounded by expansive shopping and restaurant districts. Entertainment avenues of theater and movies and clubs, and all absolutely swarmed with people.

He hated it.

You thought it was great.

You might not have been royalty, after all, but you were still a noble and your parents were pretty protective as well so you rarely got to just go out and explore places so public.

You couldn’t keep the beaming smile off your face and he guessed he could put up with it for one day.

You were a trouble magnet, though, so he had to keep a firm hold on your hand the entire time.

No doubt you’d go and get tricked into some unmarked van with promises of free candy and kittens otherwise, so he was only being responsible like his brother always nagged him about.

The worst thing was…it didn’t even have to happen.

If he had been paying attention.

If he hadn’t been so focused on watching the way your eyes sparkled with excitement over something as simple as samosas from a street vendor…

The next thing he knew your treat was on the ground and you had thrown yourself at him, shoving him as hard as your strength could manage.

Energy sizzled through the air, electric shocks brushing over his skin and sending his nerves on end.

He snapped into defense mode, pen out and already throwing up a shield while holding you close.

They were nothing - street thugs that only one of them even had magic at all. It was barely a flick of his pen before they were all thrown into a nearby store’s wall and knocked unconscious. The police and guards would handle them.

The smell of charred flesh reached his nose.

His heart stopped as he looked down at your unmoving form in his arms, back smoking as your clothes had been burned away by the blast that you had taken.

The blast meant for him.

He tasted sand on his tongue.

The black, jagged streaks traveled along your spine and painted your skin where the outright, open wound weeped crimson.

You weren’t breathing.

Leona didn’t remember much after that. Sirens, maybe, people trying to pull you from his grasp, definitely, but the next time he was really aware he was sitting at your bedside in the palace’s private hospital wing. Your hand clasped between his white knuckles and his eyes locked on your face and his ears focused solely on listening for every beep to confirm that your heart was still beating.

The healers said it was a miracle you had survived. Your mothers had sobbed in relief and then horror at the knowledge that you may very well never walk again.

The thought didn’t make sense in his mind.

You were…you were so small. Why did you look so small?

How could someone like you, someone who could do so much, was meant for so much – meant so much to him – look so tiny and weak.

It wasn’t right.

And it was his fault.

It was always his fault.

You would be safe if it wasn’t for him.

If he had never been brought into your life.

Leona took a deep breath, swallowing back the taste of sand and lightning before he delicately laid your hand down on the stark white, hospital sheets.

He had to fight but eventually he released your fingers and stood from the plastic chair. He forced himself not to pause at the door, forced himself not to look back at your unconscious form.

He didn’t deserve to.

He left.

Leona didn’t leave his room for weeks, though he ordered his guard to notify him of any change to your status. He barely left his bed and ignored all cries from Cheka outside his door.

He didn’t have the energy to deal with him.

He didn’t have the energy for anything.

It felt like his heart finally started beating again when he heard you had woken up for the first time.

He wanted to rip it out when he had to growl to his brother that he wasn’t coming even though you were asking for him.

Every day you asked for him.

Every day he wished he could just die instead of having to deny you.

But he couldn’t see you. He couldn’t let you be a part of his life anymore when everyone he ever lo-ever cared about would be a target. Would be eventually ripped from his arms and leave him alone.

It was only when you refused to eat until he came to speak with you face to face that he managed to force himself out of bed.

“You look like shit.”

Those were the first words you said to him, sitting propped up in the hospital bed’s many pillows and connected to more wires and tubes than he had seen on anyone before.

“Speak for yourself.” He said before he even had a chance to bite the words back, hating himself instantly.

You only smirked at him, though it was exhausted as if merely being awake was more than you could handle at the moment.

“Stop being an idiot and eat. You-“

“Shut up, jerk, you don’t get to give me orders when you left. You left.”

Your expression fell, twisting into something more pained and hurt than he could ever remember coming from you.

You were in a hospital bed from an attack that you took for him and instead of being angry at him not protecting you as he should, you were angry that he wasn’t there when you woke up.

“I-“

“WE MADE A DEAL! I’M YOUR FIRST MATE! YOU DON’T GET TO LEAVE ME BEHIND!”

You were crying.

You were crying and it was like someone was clawing his heart out all over again.

Without thinking, without even pausing to contemplate any kind of consequence or fall out, Leona was at your side, leaning over you and cupping your face as you struggled to breathe through the sobs and the pain shooting through your body that came with them.

“Y-you’re my Pirate K-king.” You whimpered, hands pressing his against your cheeks and eyes looking up at him desperately. “You can’t leave me b-behind.”

He was helpless. He realized there was never anything he could ever refuse you. He would do anything to take your pain away, make the tears stop.

“If I’m your King then you have to follow my orders.” He said lowly, voice raw. “You can’t leave me either. What am I supposed to do without a first mate?”

You gave a wobbly sort of chuckle, still trembling from the tears.

“You’d be useless.”

“Yeah.”

A small smile pulled on your lips and suddenly he was leaning in desperately, claiming them with his own.

You let out a small sound of surprise but his heart leaped when you instantly returned the kiss without hesitation, meeting his tongue with your own eagerly.

First mate indeed…

Farena didn’t bother asking why he failed that year, or the year after.

You were still recovering, still learning to walk again and regain what you had lost from the attack.

It took two years and while he kept his dorm running and in line, he made no effort to progress with school.

There was no point without you there after all.

It was hard to get up the energy to get out of bed most days, anyway, so he just didn’t bother. Most of the time he was awake he was texting or calling you.

Ruggie was really a life saver at that point, keeping things mostly orderly and him from just growing moss in his sheets.

But when you were finally recovered enough to return to school – and he made absolutely sure that Crowley understood that you would be welcomed back to school no matter how long it had been – he attended the first opening ceremony since he had become Housewarden.

Technically since it had been so long, the Headmage insisted you had to be resorted.

Not that Leona understood why.

You belonged at his side, no where else.

Of course, you were sent to Savanaclaw once more, and he was proud to be able to watch you join your fellow dorm members under your own power after all the hard work you had put into relearning to walk.

You might have been a little more clumsy than before, a little quicker to tire, but to him it only showed just how strong you were.

If he was protective before, it was nothing compared to now.

He still hated class but more often than not he would go if for no other reason than to insure that you got there safely and had someone to help if you were struggling.

Days that the taste of sand and lightning suffocated him, you would crawl into bed with him and wrap your arms around him so he could listen to your heartbeat.

When the pain overpowered the potions you took, he would carry you back to his room, fill a hot bath, and hold you as you cried and tried to let the heat soothe the pain in your legs.

The one time someone tried to say something about you being a ‘burden’ to him, he nearly ripped their throat out and it was only a passing Crewel that managed to prevent him from succeeding.

Needless to say no one ever said anything negative about you again.

You lectured him, loudly, in the Savanaclaw lounge while you cleaned his busted knuckles and wrapped them. Not holding back as you told him just how stupid he was and how you didn’t know why you put up with his idiocy.

The other Savanaclaw students just stared in both awe and a little bit of terror at how you so fearlessly told off the prince that had almost just committed murder.

Leona propped his cheek up with one bandaged fist and flashed a sharp, fanged grin that sent everyone scampering away.

Any insult to you, after all, was an insult to him.

When he dragged you to his rooms and locked the door, you didn’t even bother doing more than rolling your eyes before letting him press you into the pillows and show just how sorry he was for upsetting you.

In the end…he supposed he could forgive his mother for forcing him to be friends with a weak little herbivore.

He could be strong for the both of you.

When you finally got fed up with his teasing and shoved him over to climb on top of him and take exactly what you wanted, he supposed you weren’t really all that weak to begin with.

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Hope you all like it! <3 A little angstier than Riddle's but let's be real, no matter what childhood Leona had it would be filled with angst.

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— Oh Baby!

part 2! - a solution? sure, let’s call it that

heartslabyul & savanaclaw x f! reader

synopsis: when the boys of heartslabyul and savanaclaw get turned to kids, who else is supposed to take of them except their beloved prefect? go figure. damn you crowley. oh, and you too grim.

fandom: twisted wonderland

type of work: part of mini series! : “Oh Baby!” ; written segment, fluff / platonic themes, comedy? ; check out pt. 1 here!

warnings: a stressed prefect pt. 2, unedited

a/n: YALL it’s been a year since i posted the first part to this and obviously since then i’ve completed the books for octavinelle, scarabia, and pomefiore, so maybe they’ll have future appearances later hehe but no promises

“you’re telling me you don’t know how to fix this?!” you whisper yelled.

“that’s what i said was it not?”

you wanted to scream in frustration at the headmaster but refrained yourself from doing so as your newly turned baby friends were oh so peacefully playing in the common room as you and crowley talked in the kitchen, and didn’t want to draw attention.

“loosey duecey! loosey duecey! loosey duecey! loosey duecey!”

“shut up!”

maybe peacefully was too good of a word in this situation.

“WELL THEN! it seems that i am no longer needed so i will take my leave—”

“get the hell back here for seven’s sake! and didn’t i tell you to keep your voice down?!”

“but—”

“shut up! if you won’t help me solve my problem then don’t speak at all!” you continued to whisper yell.

“...”

“seriously?!”

with strength that you usually save for rounding up ace, deuce, and grim (on normal circumstances), you grab the stupid headmaster by the back of his cloak thing as he turns away from you to make his escape.

“oh no you don’t!”

the bird for brains had the audacity to sigh at you like he was the one inconvenienced with 8 children. 8 actual children.

“ms. prefect, you must understand, that despite how gracious i am, i simply do not have time for—”

“i’ll go on strike if you don’t help me!”

“...come again?”

you sweatdrop as you let go of his cloak. you didn’t really think the whole thing through, it kind of just came out of you mouth, but it seemed to get his attention so you’re going to have to role with it dammit.

“t-that’s right!”

you cursed in your head slightly as you stammer. there’s no turning back!

“i’ll for once since i’ve gotten here be an normal student! so that means no cleaning after your messes, doing chores that shouldn’t be my responsibility, fighting stupid overblots blah blah blah, you get the picture?”, you threaten.

crowley is silent as he contemplates your words.

“and no, holding housing or allowance over my head is not going to work, because i will literally get myself adopted by another dorm or so help me.”

at that, crowley sighs once again, but this time in defeat at the teenage girl in front of him.

“all right, i’ll go work with the staff to try and figure something out.”

phew.

“however!”

god dammit you can never win can you.

crowley with a stern voice as he wags one of his fingers shatters your hopes and dreams with a simple, “the children must stay here!”

you couldn’t believe your ears, and started to yell, forgetting about whisper yelling.

“what?! why?! i’m asking for help with them because i can’t handle it!”

he simply raises an eyebrow at you.

“do you think it’ll be beneficial and efficient to have the children running around potions and stacks of books while we try and find their cure?”

you sigh, disappointed but not surprised at his rebuttal.

“...no sir”

“great! i guess we’re on the same page after all! i wish you the best of luck prefect, for i am gracious.”

you deadpan.

“right of course. whatever would i do without your help headmaster”

“oh you’d probably perish!”

“that was sarcasm”

ignoring your retort, the man dramatically swished his coat cape thing nearly whacking you in the face (you’re 98% sure it was on purpose) as you feel a migraine start coming on, and the you 15 minutes ago wouldn’t believe it wasn’t because of the children.

after a deep sigh, you follow after crowley reentering what grim dubbed as the “danger zone” only to catch the evasive headmaster walk out the door and shut it behind them.

from where you’re standing, you hear grim, who’s awake now, but still lying on the floor, mumble something along the lines of “useless” and you couldn’t agree more.

you eye the handful of children running around and yelling at each other.

oh great seven, this is going to be one hell of a migraine.

i love their shenanigans <33

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