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devvelle · 2 years

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Better with You

Genre: fluff and a bit of comfort, mutual pining

Pairings: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Idia, and Malleus x gn!reader

Scenario: confessing your feelings to him with a kiss <3

Notes: reader is the prefect!

Riddle // make a wish.

The atmosphere inside Ramshackle, while often very lively, was quite calm on this late evening. Riddle sat at your side, chiding you in the middle of your joint study session for once again not having your uniform in order.

You’re trying exasperatedly to get him back on task when an eyelash resting just below his eye catches your attention. You wordlessly reach your hand out to his face, and the air turns tense the moment you make contact.

“What are you...?”

Forgetting the purpose of his rant, Riddle’s words die on his tongue and his gray eyes widen, reminiscent of the new moon just outside. He leans into your touch before he can help it.

“…hold still.”

His lips part, watching your look of concentration with uneasy anticipation. Your gentle touch, much to his dismay, is yet another part of you that captivates him. He'd consider giving up sweets forever if you'd stay like this, if you’d close the space and just…

But the moment ends in a second, as if the bubble that had come to surround you two in those moments burst like he feels his heart might. You swipe your finger under his eye and pull back with a successful smile, but Riddle doesn't mirror it. Noting this, your expression turns slightly distressed.

“Sorry, there was–I should have asked–” you attempt to explain, showing him your finger, but he cuts you off abruptly.

“I-I think we're done for today.”

His face is on fire, surely. Riddle curses both himself and the betraying waver in his voice for being so ridiculous. Why is he being so childish about this? Of course it was just an eyelash, did he really think you were going to kiss him?

Beet red, he turns away from you so fast it must give him whiplash.

The tension in his shoulders as he hastily packs up puts you on edge. So you reach for him, justly confused.

“Riddle? Hey-”

“What?” he snaps, tone far harsher than he wants it. He stops packing his things yet refuses to look at you, the zipper on his bag suddenly far more interesting.

Deciding against touching him, you take a second to reflect. Things were fine until you reached out to him, and even then, he didn't seem upset until you pulled away…

From there, it doesn’t take more than a few seconds for you to connect things.

You scoot closer, taking his face between your palms gently and turning him to face you. Riddle feels blinded by the sparkle of your kind eyes, hope welling in his chest as he turns to putty in your hold once more.

"Sorry,” you smile, returning to the collected attitude he’s always found enchanting. “Was this what you wanted?"

And his heart is nearly pounding out of his chest when your lips meet his. He melts as you thread fingers in his hair, the taste of the pastry he’d offered you earlier still on your tongue. His hands settle on your waist, pulling you toward him with urgency like he can’t get enough. And truly? He can’t.

He was charmed from the very first time you smiled at him, and as the nights passed by and you cemented your place in Twisted Wonderland, you cemented your place in his heart as well.

Although Riddle didn’t get to make a wish on his fallen eyelash, he still got what he wanted.

Leona // a moment of your time.

“Could you help me record something for class?”

You came into the botanical gardens with only one mission: finally confess your feelings to Leona. So your plan? To fake an interview assignment, and kiss him by surprise.

Although some of your friends felt it would be a struggle to carry out, you thought it had a solid chance at success. Leona hardly goes to class and consequently doesn’t ever know what’s been assigned. So it’s unlikely he’ll be able to call bullshit on this ‘homework’ you made up.

Also critical to this plan is that Leona is incredibly weak to your wishes. That fact alone gives you hope that your feelings are requited, and fills you with enough bravery to follow through with this. And it checks out, for all you have to do is briefly mention the ‘assignment’ and he’s blinking up at you from where he lays, stretching tiredly.

“I'm kicking you out if it takes too long,” he sighs, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. “What is this for?”

“I just need to ask you a few questions, your majesty. It’ll only take a minute.”

Leona rolls his eyes at the nickname and takes his time in standing, posture relaxing once he’s at your side. You walk to where you’d set up your device and pretend to hit record.

“Okay, ready?”

A hum is all you receive in response once you return to him. It does little to quell your nerves, but the hardest part–in theory at least–is over. All that’s left is to show him how you feel.

He’s not quite looking at you until you snake your arms around his neck.

You tug him down and press your lips to his before your nerves can kick in, the kiss so brief that he doesn’t react at all. Leona simply stares, totally thrown off by your boldness, his eyes looking to the camera in confusion. They return to you with a twitch of his ear, trying to understand what game you’re playing.

“It’s not actually recording,” you ease his worry through a laugh.

The tension that had him frozen leaves him through another roll of his eyes.

“Stupid.”

He growls, grabbing your waist forcefully and connecting your lips once more.

This kiss is anything but brief. Leona can be protective and a bit possessive, you know that, but you feel it all in this moment with his arms around you and his mouth on you. He kisses like he’s insatiable and you’re his favorite meal.

You're practically gasping once he lets you pull away. One of his hands moves to your face, his thumb ghosting over your lips as he revels in the evidence of how much he affects you. It seems he stole all your confidence through that kiss, with how shy you look now.

“…I like you.”

“Yes,” he laughs, “I gathered that.”

Azul // stress relief.

When Azul gets stressed, he likes to lock himself in Mostro Lounge's VIP room and turn everyone away.

This is common knowledge to students of Octavinelle, with Jade and Floyd being especially used to these moments of frustration. But now that you, the all-knowing and ever-caring Prefect, are in their lives? Well, the twins have trained themselves to track you down in record time so you can, in their words, “fix him.”

You don’t mind it since it's not very often that your assistance is even required. All you really do is talk with Azul anyway, and it was this quiet time together that allowed you to discovered that you like him as more than a friend.

Most times though, you part with Azul wishing he’d confide in you a bit more instead of bottling everything up. But his company is comforting to you nonetheless, and yours to him considering you make him lighten up so much that the twins have started teasing you for it.

However, those thoughts are pushed aside as you sit beside him on the couch of the VIP room yet again. Your knees are tucked under you so you can angle your body to him, and he sits with his limbs all stretched out. The lights are dimmed today and he addresses you very quietly, indications that he must have a headache. He’s more irritated today than you’re used to, and the last thing you want is him reaching a breaking point again. So with a bit of gentle coaxing, you get him to explain himself.

“The lounge and school,” he murmurs, “it can get a bit exhausting.”

You don't know if he wants words of comfort, but you figure you'll start there.

“Azul, you work really hard. We all see it and admire you for it. You should take a break when it’s too much, no one would hold it against you.”

His head falls back against the couch, eyes shut and breaths deep. “While I loathe the work at times, I’d just feel worse if I gave it up.” He laughs dryly after a moment. “I sound pathetic, don’t I?”

The absence of a response from you for several seconds pries his eyes open, his head falling in your direction.

Now, despite all his shifty behaviors, Azul tries at all costs to avoid shoving his problems onto you. He knows how selfless you can be, afterall, and he knows you’d rush to his aid should you ever think he needed it. It's why he never tells you things, because he wouldn’t be able to handle the look on your face if you found you couldn’t help him. But to his misfortune, that’s the exact expression he finds you wearing now.

Fumbling for what to do, he follows your eyes to the hand he has resting on the couch and moves it to your leg as if on autopilot. You place your hand over his and squeeze.

“You aren’t pathetic at all, Azul. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk about the person I like that way.”

Somehow you had shifted even closer to each other without noticing, but neither of you moves away as the silence lingers. You both lean in at the same time, eyes fluttering shut.

Azul lets you take things at your pace, sighing every so often against the warmth of your mouth. You take his hands and place them for him, and it’s laughable that he’s so happy to be completely at your mercy. You're patient with him as you kiss for what feels like minutes, his adoration for you only growing.

He hopes you’ll stay forever, here by his side. For time with you is his favorite way to break free of the unrelenting world outside that door.

Idia // a voice like honey.

Idia Shroud, for whatever reason unimaginable to you, doesn’t think he’s worth listening to.

It took quite some time for him to start speaking to you off-tablet and in person, and even longer for him to do so comfortably. But even after all that progress, he never felt okay rambling in front of you. His insecurity is stubborn.

You’ve been sitting in Idia’s room for about an hour now, scrolling through your phone on his bed while he plays games. You hear him start grumbling to himself suddenly, and prompted by your inquisitive hum, he slides off his headset and swivels around.

Although he struggles to make eye contact, the way he starts waving his arms around dramatically while speaking captures your full attention.

“–and it’s just so unfair! I’ve been playing this game for like, what? Three years to get good?”

“Mhm.”

“And these losers use hacks to just annihilate the whole lobby!”

“How despicable!”

“Exactly!”

You’re grinning by the time he’s finished, looking entirely lovesick when he finally catches your eye. He freezes instantly, voice picking up several octaves as he squeaks, “w-why are you always staring at me like that!?”

“Like what?” You tilt your head.

“Ugh!”

You can’t help but burst into laughter as he looks away and his hair ripens like a strawberry.

“I’m not really sure what you mean,” you restate, sitting up on the bed. “I just love listening to you.”

Idia has trouble believing you. He’s always thrown off by the idea of people liking—loving?—anything about him, after all. He averts his eyes again, likely considering what to do to get you out of his room before he embarrasses himself any more. But it seems the Great Seven don’t plan to let him off easy, because all of a sudden you’re striding up to him, crouching into his space and looking far more concerned for him than is necessary.

You part his colorful hair, “you okay?”

Idia swallows. To answer your question, no; you’re unfairly breathtaking from up close and he’s going kind of lightheaded, honestly. His eyes flicker to your lips for only a second, but it’s long enough for you to notice and for Idia to know he’s doomed for eternity. You tilt your head to the side and look at him curiously.

“Would a kiss make you feel better?”

He nods before he can process what he’s getting himself into. But you burst into laughter again, and that totally makes up for it.

Cradling his face in your hands tenderly, you allow him a moment to stop you if he wishes. He doesn’t.

It’s awkward at first, kissing him while he’s sitting and you’re crouching. Thankfully Idia’s played enough dating sims to sorta guess what he should do, so he guides you onto his lap and you find this new position is much better. He keeps you as steady as he can with how nervous he feels.

The kiss doesn’t last long, and that’s probably a good thing since neither of you were expecting this turn of events. Idia hides his face in your neck and hugs you tightly, expertly hiding how flushed he is.

The color of his hair, however… he can’t hide. But you’ll keep that a secret for now.

(Side note, from Ortho: be gentle with his brother. He noted several massive heart rate spikes from Idia today, and he’d be worried if he didn’t know of your plans with him.)

(Side side note, from Ortho: If you’d just consulted him to begin with, he’d have been quick to correct your misunderstanding. It was never really insecurity that silenced his big brother, just that you make Idia “feel weird mushy feelings” when you stare. He didn’t quite get it either, but that’s what Idia always says after you leave, anyway.)

Malleus // a lesson learned.

Malleus loves to ask you questions about your old world when you’re out on walks. It’s easy conversation; you’re always forthcoming with stories of home, and he loves hearing about how it functioned there without magic, something that he still finds baffling. It’s his way to learn about what made you the person you are.

Occasionally though, his questions stray from things like inventions and politics and wander to topics that catch you entirely off guard.

“How is affection displayed in your home world?”

“…affection?”

You blink a few times in quick succession. When you turn to confirm the question, he’s already watching you, nodding with a smile.

“Oh, well it’s really the same as it is here. Hugging, holding hands…” you trail off before continuing in a smaller voice. “And kissing, I guess.” He hums thoughtfully.

Speaking about this with Malleus, knowing the weight of your feelings for Malleus, has your heart pounding. Hugging and holding hands are things you’ve done with him before and still do, quite often at that. He must make this same connection as he doesn’t spare those a second thought, focusing instead on the last thing you listed.

“Kisses? Those on the cheek?”

The crunching of leaves underfoot fills the silence as you contemplate how to answer.

Kisses, even ones on the cheek, are territory you haven’t crossed into with Malleus seeing as your unlabeled relationship often leaves you hesitating when you consider it. (Also because Sebek would probably spontaneously combust if he happened to witness that, and that’s another problem you don’t need on your hands.)

So, while thinking of any way to change the conversation topic to avoid going into it, you agree absentmindedly.

“Mhm. And on the mouth, for lovers.”

Malleus stops you just as you realize your mistake.

“How fascinating. May I ask you to demonstrate?”

His dark eyes lock onto yours as if daring you to twist his words, and it dawns on you that this was exactly his plan. You know what it is he expects as he closes the short distance between you, taking your chin between gloved fingers.

There’s nothing left to do but kiss him.

Despite the fact that he claims to be inexperienced, Malleus knows exactly how to run his hands over your body until you’re so tingly you feel like you’re floating. His thumbs press into the skin just above your hips when he deepens the kiss, your legs nearly giving out as a result. The cold air can’t soothe the warmth you feel from him.

“I like these kisses,” he purrs when you finally part, chuckling fondly at your breathless state “Anything else you’d care to teach me?”

a/n: this took me forever to edit I am so sorry. But thank you guys so much for the support on my last work, I wasn’t expecting it and seriously appreciate it so so much!! <3 kisses

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tezret · 2 years

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Couple Goals

Leona: You are the light of my life. The bane of my existence, the being i look upon fondly in the morning, the only person I will ever love like this.

You/Reader, holding his hands in yours as you two stare into each others eyes:

Leona’s Cousin: Quiet down! This is someone else’s wedding!

Leona: Shut the fuck up you ugly shit gremlin!

Leona, looking back at you fondly: So anyways-

The rest of his family watch as he recites his undying love to you, unbeknownst to them you and him planned this beforehand in order to annoy them all:

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mage-of-beasts · 3 months

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Aside from his art it took 3 years to realize his Savannahclaw armband was being worn on his belt/belt-loop. I’ve been in this fandom since the Japanese teasers and prior to that a fan of just Yana Toboso in general. I’m blind.

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shytastemakerthing · 1 year

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Hello! Can I get a romantic twst match up

( if u have time of course :) )

Personality: Istj

Very quiet, introverted, helps others, sometimes passive aggressive, sometimes strict , love and hates kids at the same time, and I don't like being involved in a bad situation

Likes:

Sleeping, chess, volleyball, arts, basketball,Working out, gaming, singing, weight lifting, and tea :)

Dislikes:

When someone interrupts me when I'm talking or explaining, wakes me up for a dumb reason, and touches my sketchbook without my permission

About me:

158 cm, black hair, athletic, and brown eyes

( that's all for now and have a great day! :)) )

A/N: Thank you so much for your request! I do so hope that you like it!😊

I match you with......

Leona Kingscholar

• You like sleeping, he likes sleeping. Congratulations, you've oclfficially become napping buddies and nine times out of ten, you're the pillow. He will never admit it, but your thighs and stomach make a better pillows than any of his actuall pillows (and he's a prince so we all know how those pillows must feel)

• The relationship was certainly one with a rocky start. Whether we follow you as the Ramshackle prefect and you accidentally stepped on his tail that one day in the botanical gardens, or if you're the student of another dorm and were in the wrong place at the wrong time sort of a deal. Either way, there were no good first impressions.

• Past that, we enter our next phase, him often seeing you during basketball or working out and you seeing him during soelldrive. You're both passionate and driven to a certain goal and that commends a bit of respect from the both of you. It takes years of practice and dedication to get to where you hoth are respectably at in your given fields of athleticism.

• With your passive aggressive nature, he isn't always fully certain what sort of response can come from you at any time as it always seems to change. It keeps him on his toes and there are times he does admire a good challenge.

• What set everything in stone was when a first year tried to wake you up from a rather peaceful nap and all he could hear was the loaded earful you were giving this kid. Between the bedhead your hair currently took thr appearance on, the strictness in your tone, and how your aura now commanded respect, yeah, the lion was down bad. Without another word, you're now with him, and napping. It seems to be something unspoken between the both of you but you both know. Leona isn't the best with words, so it works out in the end.

• He also has a love/hate relationship when it comes to children. Just look at how he is with Checka. While he may be a bit dismissive with his nephew and grumbles every time he's around, he does care about him. Just.... in how own stubborn and grumbly way.

• Another one who is keen on chess. Chess is something that takes skill, coordination, and plenty of time to master. You are a worthy opponent and both of you rather enjoy the time to play the game with one another.

• Whenever Ruggie needs something in regards to Leona, he goes to you, because for some reason (Ruggie knows the reason xD), Leona seems to listen to you a but more than he does to him. On the tomes that he doesn't listen though, you're pulled down for a nap woth him and you're not moving.

• Overall, Leona really does love you, and he would do anything if it meant that you'd you'd by his side. He may not always be the best with words, but his actions certainly speak volumes about how he feels about you. Just.... promise that you'd never leave him. He's so used to being in second place, and now that he's first place when it comes to you, he'd never be able to go back.

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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 :)

Let me know if you'd like more!

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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alice-angel12x · 1 year

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Take To The Sky

Summary: The Celestial Atlas, the high blue heavens above the earth. For the longest time, only the birds could claim the sky. Until one day, some humans and beastmen grew winds and fell to the sky, becoming the Avian People. But as Time went on they soon built a society with them on the top and everyone else as dirt. Yet, Y/n refuses to remain chained to the ground and oppressed.

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Want to read the previous chapter or the rest of the chapter. Check out my A03.

Ch. 2

Day-to-day life as a servant at NRC is terrible, most of the students were arrogant a-holes who called on us for almost everything. If they forgot their textbook, they would order someone to run to their dorm to look for it. And if we can't find it, it would be somehow our fault.

Pomfiore is one of the worst dorms to serve. They are so prideful and demanding, that those who are permanently stationed at that dorm practically follow the students around. As those Pomfiore students squawked out orders and demands. I remembered the times I would be temporarily stationed at Pomfiore, and it was rough.

I was often assigned to an Avian named Vil Schoenheit, who by all accounts comes from some pretty well-known parents. Both are famous actors, and even if the father was a human, he is a very treasured talent. And his mother was said to be the most Beautiful Avian. So as expected he was difficult.

Of course, each dorm had its issues, some more than others. Those stationed toSavanaclaw, a dorm mostly filled with beastman, always come back with a bruise or two. The only saving grace there is the Dorm leader Leona king scholar if he’s around and you happen to be female, harassment will not fly here. Sadly the same can’t be said if you were a guy.

Heartslabyul is very strict, at least depending on the current Dorm head. But all servants are required to follow all the crazy and strict rules of the dorm, from painting the roses to wearing pink while feeding the flamingos, On days that hedgehog sneezes, all card soldiers & servants must sing a song together, or even have the rose white and red when throwing a party for a new friend. Though Trey is in that dorm, and his friend Cater is nice enough if not a bit flirty.

Octavinelle is interesting, A dorm mostly dominated by merpeople. You are either working in the Octavinelle cafe or performing the cleaning chores in the back. Most of the servants are just kept out of sight unless they are there waiting on tables.

Scarabia is a dorm in a desert, so that is hard. The Scaribian Dorm much like Pomfiore was very demanding. While they don’t spend their day fussing over makeup and beauty products. The Scarabia students would always demand to have everything served to them from bringing their food, to entertaining them.

Diasomnia was something else, a Dorm mostly with Fea students. It was usually dark and gloomy and even though they weren't brutes like savanaclaw, they were certainly vocal about how they thought most beastman and humans were lesser beings. But they would practically kiss the ground Prince malleus steps upon. As for the prince himself, most were too scared to approach him, and he seemed to only want to be in the company of a few. So I never really bothered him much.

If you want my opinion, Ignyhide is the best dorm. The residents there are primarily independent and shy and they hardly ask anything of the servants. And usually, the servants just gather in the lounge and chat while the students mind their own business. But it was also their I meet Idia Shroud.

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Inspired by @tallyanimatez "Twisted wonderland Feather AU". Check out their stories about our winged NRC boys.

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izt-kay0s · 1 year

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Twisted Wonderland Prefects Reaction To MC Demolishing An Anual Sword Competition 🤺⚔️🏆

Minus Azul and Vil cause I can’t write their characters for shit.

WARNING ⚠️

SFW • Written By Minor • Non-gendered reader

Riddle Rose hearts 🌹⭐️

He asked you about your talents and tricks during your second week at NRC. Once you told him that you were a child prodigy when it came to sword fighting, he immediately told you about the Anual Swordsmanship Completion held by the school board. You obviously went to find a faculty member to ask them about it. Once you got in and the competition came, you better believe that Riddle made the entire Heartslabyul student body go. When you kept taking down the other competitors with ease he new that it was a wise idea to tell you about the competition. When they announced you as the champion he used his magic to throw roses onto your first place platform. Trey’s never seen him smile harder.

Leona King-scholar 🦁💤

Leona walked into the Anual Swordsmanship Competition because some of his house mates had asked him to be there, so Ruggie and Jack forced him to go. Saying that’ll be interesting to watch. What they hadn’t told him was that you were going to be there, showing off your non-magical swordsman skills. He watched in awe as you took the first plate trophy. Crowley running up to take a photo next to you for a news station. He latter snuck up behind you, before you left through the portal back to NRC and demanded that you tell him were you learned such wonderful skills. He was quite surprised to here that you’re a child prodigy when it comes to swords and such, but decided that it was time yo sleep before you could tell him much more.

Kalim Al-Asim 🐫🌅

The two of you were in the cafeteria having lunch together, much to Jamil’s disapproval, when he asked if you had any skills or talents. Once you told him about your sword skills he immediately asked you if you could teach him, but Jamil cut in and told you about the competition. You told Kalim he’d have to discuss it with Jamil, and then immediately went to ask Vargas about it. Kalim got front seats next to Leona and Malleus, he cheered you on through the entire competition and cried when you took gold. Once back to NRC he asked if you wanted to throw a party in celebration of your victory. But you declined, wanting to rest your sore muscles. The next morning though he sent over some construction worker to help with Ramshacke dorm.

Idia Shroud 🖥️🔵🔥

You guys were on an online call, he was in the middle of designing a character and you had your earbuds in (kindly given to you by Carter) whilst you were sweeping a room on the second floor. He was designing some guards when he started talking about swords, that’s when you spilled that you were a child prodigy for swords. He then sent you a link to the sign up sheets for the competition. Idia didn’t show up in person to the competition, but watched the lived feed in his dorm living room with some other Ignihyde students. The next day he sent a package with a model figure of you holding your trophy up in the air. It’s now on the fireplace big the living room.

Malleus Draconia 🐉🥀

He was over at Ramshackle dorm, having tea with you and Lilia, when Lilia asked you about the sword you kept in your umbrella holder near the front door. You told him it was in case. You had to go save Ace and Deuce from a monster. Malleus butted in and asked if you new how to use it properly, you then informed him that you in fact were a child prodigy when it comes to swords. Lilia then told you about a competition his son Sliver was entering. Malleus got front seats and watched as you took home the gold and Silver took second, while a student from Royal Swords Academy took third. Malleus, like Riddle, made his entire house show up to cheer you and Silver on. Once you got back to NRC, he had Sebek take you to a spa the next morning.

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twistedwonda · 4 years

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Can I request a headcanon where the Savanaclaw boys are getting groomed by their S/O thanks

There was a similar request/ask sooo heeree'

LEONA

You walk up to his sleeping form, a brush in hand

Leona's hair was a bit of a mess from sleeping and it has always looked so pretty to you so you sat next to him and started gently brushing his locks

His ears would twitch first before he opens an eye to see what was happening

And what is this nice feeling

"What are you doing?"

"I'm brushing your hair. You can go back to sleep!"

He lets you do as you please, "as long as it doesn't disturb my nap" he says

But it's actually because he likes the feeling of your gently hands on his hair

You styled his hair a bit: braiding it some more, curling a few strands, pulling back the locks covering his forehead and clipping it.

Ruggie

"Ruggie, can I brush your hair?" You ask him as he was getting ready for class

He looks at you like "huh? Uh yea sure" then sets himself up on a chair in front of you

He has a goofy smile the whole time and you can see it in the mirror

He's never really had someone else take care of him much as he has always been an independent one, taking care of himself on his own.

It felt nice to be taken care of like this

"Do you brush your tail too?"

"Huh? I...really don't? What's it even for---"

NOW brushing his hair was fine but when you went to do the same with his floofy tail, boy's cheeks flared up

He lets you do what u gotta do tho

Jack

"I don't need it, (name). I'm fine with this look."

"Please?"

Damn him for having a soft spot for you

He lets out a small whine before sitting down in front of you

"Why do you even have to-----!!!"

He didn't finish as he suddenly let out something that sounded like a purr...a growl?

"Are you okay? Do you...do you not like it?"

"NO---i mean, it's not bAD,,so*ahem** you can continue...."

You were pleased with this and continued brushing his hair. He has a small smile on his face and his tail was wagging the whole time.

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sherbet-shark · 2 years

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Hi, there! Can I request a fluff/angst scenario in which Leona suddenly falls into a coma after his fem! s/o saves him from his Overblot and she stays by his side until he wakes up? Thanks a bunch!

Author’s note: I want to clear something up—my dear anon, and to future requesters. I’m willing and happy to write for the Overblot boys, but I want to clarify something. These boys are suffering now, and nothing’s going to help them. Not even their significant other, to write as if their mere appearance would make the Overblot boys normal is; very out of character and is fan service-like. It is not my desire to write them out of character. Their mind isn’t there, and not even their s/o would be able to get them out of this cloud of negative emotions. These boys have had other closer characters that could’ve ‘saved them,’ but as seen in the overblot episodes, their more intimate companions could not help.

An avid example is Azul and his complicated relationship with the Tweels. Azul, on some level, does care for the Leech twins. But this complex relationship didn’t fix how he felt and what he was planning. Even the duo didn’t understand what their Dorm leader desired. So, The word “Saving” demeans the character and their lore. Not to mention reeks of savior complexes, and the idea that love can save all is wrong. No amount of love and understanding can save these boys from their suffering. His s/o won’t heal Leona's childhood neglect. Later in this fic, I will have Leona confront the reader.

Love can do many things within realism and in terms of lore. But love cannot heal a mental turmoil brewing for so many years. Love can't make Riddle relive his stolen childhood, and love can’t fix his mother’s strict ways. Love can't fix any of their problems, so to have the mindset of, “My love will fix my partner.” It is unrealistic, but it's also harmful to boys and real people. Be sure to word your requests carefully and with awareness anon. The next request I might receive gives me these vibes. I will not write for it. Now that we got that out of the way. Since I’ve improved my spirituality, I have also been inspired by the ‘Tower’ card. Meaning colossal change, your foundations have been destroyed, rebuilding and revelation.

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Leona’s rampage in his dorm scared you, and he’s never shown such a raw and unbridled powerful side to you. His shadow beast was a blackened lion-like creature, with ink dripping from its class-casing face. Its tanned fur and stitched would’ve made you think it was an old stuffed animal that a child tried to mend with its stitching, but the memory of seeing that monstrous thing convulse out of Leona’s body and form into an extension of himself flashes in your head.

This wasn’t the Leona you knew, and the beastman concluded that he never knew you well either. After all, if that were the case, you wouldn’t have allowed those meddling tea lovers in this plot. If you didn’t love him, you would’ve known the importance of this Magishift tournament. You would’ve stepped aside, kept quiet, and let him win. Let him finally feel what it was like to bask in the glory of his retribution.

Decades of denial Leona was put through would lighten his heavy heart if he showed his abilities. Because no matter how much the third-year apathetic nature and his indifference. He hoped that his well-thought scheme would give him the chance to taste what recognition was like by his peers and the world.

The Kingscholar pride was deadset on their traditional ways, and in carrying on the tradition, he would never be king, constantly be ridiculed, always feared in his youth. Leona’s incredible feats with nothing more than glowers and snarls. The hope in his young heart died. The brown-haired man regarded that hope as a dangerous poison, and it died long ago, but it seemed like it festered into his mind with a newfound obsession as its seed with the upcoming competition. No matter how hard the prince tried to uproot that toxic feeling of hope, it would wrap around his mind and blossom. T

he opportunity to win taunted him, and he wouldn’t let it fly away from his claws. Kingscholar would play his cards right, undermined or not. Finally, Leona would have what he deserved. A taste of what he would forevermore be out of his grasp: his desires, recognition, pride, and power from his grip from the very day of his birth.

He never let you in a lot of the time, but you saw how his lust for obsession changed him and morphed him into an unrecognizable man. Despite how much you knew this tournament meant to your boyfriend, you led these fools into Leona’s plot and ruined everything. You were a traitor in Leona’s hate-filled mind, and you were a dirty no-good traitor who dropped his defenses and latched onto him. Pathetic parasites surrounded him. He knew Ruggie was only by his side when it benefited him. Still, he never thought that you could never be too careful with your relationships at Night Raven College and beyond in the second year and some inkling of genuine care. Leona came to that painful conclusion for many years as he built a wall around his heart and doused his heart in apathy.

The world and the people he met loved building him up, only to tear him down to his foundations. The way his eyes were glued to your figure was menacing. Fright filled your heart as Leona roared out. His voice wasn’t even the same, and it echoed and shook you to your very core. The sandstorm Leona summoned made you close your eyes as the Riddle and the other Savannaclaw members gathered their strength to attack the suffering man.

“You. How dare you show your face!” Green eyes filled with scorn stared daggers into his dorm members and lover. He almost finished the job on Ruggie, nearly disintegrating his arm with his Unique Magic. His chaotic clouded thoughts twisted and turned in his deranged mind as he howled a sadistic laugh. Despite the severity of his actions, Leona would never have to face the consequences of turning the world to sand.

The power surges through his pulse. Everything felt like the blood in his veins was on fire, but he didn’t care about the pain. All he wanted was power and destruction, which he finally received. Leona felt so powerful in his moment, the true king of the unfair world. Once he turned the world to sand and everyone in it, that’s when he could finally win. Finally, have it all. He doesn’t care who he’ll have to kill.

After all, if they cared for him, they would’ve known how much it meant for him. The blot on his body unnaturally pluses in his blood. Leona winces in pain as the parasites hit him with fire magic. Leona sharply inhaled as he felt shooting pain ripping across his chest as the man tensed up and ordered his ink beast to increase the attacks. Labored sharp breathes all that you heard from him. Even when the second prince pushed to the edge, his cold eyes calculated in silence as he growled at the insistent pain he felt.

The apathetic man commanded the beast with ferocity and rage dripping from his words as the glass-headed beast obeyed his whims. The stabbing pain in Leona’s chest thundered as his head throbbed every moment. But he refused to back down; glory was before his claws, and magical energy flowed freely around him as the ground below shook.

Cater narrows his eyes as the sandstorm dies down. He could see his fellow third-year’s beast, and he wavered with evident exhaustion. Leaf green eyes widen as Cater gasps for breath clutching his magical pen, watching the immovable beast. His hair was all out of whack, his uniform was dirty, and Cater could feel bits of blood clinging to his arm from a Flora attack he was hit head-on with, the orange-headed man’s brow knitted together.

The third year’s rally made you more determined to defeat him. Gathering up your courage, you pry your eyes open against the grains of sands scratching at your face. Behind you and besides you, your friends looked worse for wear as Ace and Jack heaved together and unleashed their combined attacks.

Leona’s figure was outlined in the darkened atmosphere, and the sandy whirlwind shielding the man slowly dwindled as his beast stomped its feet in frustration and intimidation. Crouching close to the ground as you focused on the small openings, the sand gave way. Leona’s overblot was scarily different from Riddle’s. The man floating before you dressed in a black lion mane and what you assumed was traditional royal wear clung to him as Leona hissed out his displeasure. He was tensing his body from what it looked like as his ink beast scratched at the broken earth blow.

“He’s preparing for another attack! Guys, get ready to guard.” Your throat felt dry from the suffocating atmosphere, but you yell to the boys to gather the remaining strength. Your head was violently throbbing as you dug your heels into the dirt. With haggard breaths, you glared at Leona. Fire in your eyes and a burning determination that you’d like to say rivaled Leona’s glint of hate and despair. You weren’t going to lose him. Not now, not ever. You may be magicless, but that doesn’t mean you’d lay down without a fight. That shared tenacity was what drew you and Leona together, after all.

Commander versus commander. A man bathed in his inner turmoil and blight against those dragged into this fight. The battle waves felt unending and intense as the last blast of Flora energy, but somehow your side won. Somehow. It was a miracle that Leona and all the ones involved with fighting his Overblot form and beast were still standing. But as Jack struck the last blow. You peeled back the veil of his past. The past he hid from the world and from those who cared for the cunning lion.

The parental and familial neglect affected his growth. Instead of being filled with praises for his actions and accomplishments, his childhood was filled with hushed harmful whispers. So much that he could never escape the shadows of his elders no matter how hard he tried. You couldn’t blame his indifference and hopelessness as he grew. No matter how hard he clawed out of the abyss, he was always dragged down, so why fight the inevitable? Why try anymore when the world wants his defeat? When he knew more than anyone that he’d never win.

After the victims of Leona’s plot voiced that they desired to get revenge, the Savannaclaw Dorm competed in the Magishift tournament. Your eyes felt heavy with fatigue, and the thought of fainting was too appealing. But not before you and Leona discussed what happened. Despite how Leona presented himself, you could see that his Overblot absorbed more of his energy than he let on. You kept a close eye on him while facing him in the exhibition match of the Tournament. Crowley sloppily added last minute to save his butt from becoming flambeed Crow by Grim’s fire breath. You had to admit that the grey beast’s pigheadedness was annoying most of the time.

Ruggie’s shenanigans with his senior were a distraction from the looming confrontation with Leona. The Savannaclaw darkness of his heart soaked in the sun. While the third-year dorm members didn’t seem to dig too much into Leona’s incident, you felt the overblot destroyed the foundation of your relationship. While it hurt, it felt as if it was for the better. Your thoughts distracted your play on the field in front of millions, and Grim’s “Super Hurricane” move knocked you out during the exhibition match. Faint yells were the last thing you heard as you closed your eyes, and you felt someone hold your body, weakly calling out and hoping it was Leona.

Silently hoping that what he felt for you was genuine and not part of another plot of his to hurt you, “Leo...” His name died on your lips as Jack cradled your unconscious body with Leona annoyingly huffed out as he scanned the audience with their cameras, eager to eat up any scraps as the beastman’s eyes glanced towards your sleeping form.

“We need to get the perfect to the infirmary. Help Jack pull your weight.” Leona cooly turned from the stadium lights and ignored the murmurs from the audience and teammates. The third-year glanced at Grim’s grey body as the small beast uttered excuses to Ace and Deuce. Grim’s watery blue eyes met the dorm leaders, and the former’s narrowed in displeasure as Kingscholar’s lion tail thumped on the ground. Ruggie hushed the trio of boys and carried the little monster in his arms. The second-year quietly scolded the flamming cat as Ruggie watched Leona stay behind on the field for the first round of Magishift.

It would be pretty odd if the captain of one of the teams weren’t there for the play-offs, and Ruggie silently understood his dorm leader. Despite how Leona endangered Ruggie’s life, he knew that Leona valued the prefect more than he let on or how he acted. However, this would be the last thing he’d meddle for Leona. The rest was up to the stoic lion man. As the third year approached his team and leered at the Heartslaybul teaming walking onto the field, the targeted members looked particularly trigger happy as the announcer said a small intermission would occur.

Waking up in the infirmary was the last thing you’d expect, but the dull pain in your head made you groan on cue. As the freshmen informed you what you’d missed, Grim and your first-year friends came to life. As the young men spoke, you lifted your body to see if Leona was in the room. Ace and Deuce immediately pressed your down to the infirmary bed, saying you shouldn't move too quickly. Ruggie’s voice rises slowly from a nearby bed, his ears flattening on his messy blond hair.

“Ruggie, you’re awake!” Jack turns to his senior. The wolfman’s tail subtly wags as he leans over to look at his battered upper-level students.

“Yeah, yeesh, stop yelling. Before anyone asks, Savannclaw lost. These bruises are all around my arms, and I can feel a scab on my knee.” Ruggie complained. Dusty gray eyes meet yours for a moment, and he sighs.

“He’s not awake yet, sorry. He’s probably just sleeping everything off.”

That was about ten days ago. You met Cheka Kingscholar, and he was a cute little thing that almost cried at his Unca’s unconscious form. The shenanigans of trying to peel the soon-to-be king was a pain in half, but his heart seemed to be in the right place. The nurses informed the Headmaster and the Savannaclaw dorm that their leader had gone into a coma. They didn’t know when he’d come out of it, but they had no idea. Ruggie and Jack assumed that he’d be under for a couple of days. He did go through an overblot and then a Magishift tournament, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise to you, but you did make it your priority to visit his infirmary bed daily.

Leona quietly stirred awake as his eyes focused on a familiar ceiling. His eyes felt heavy, but he urged himself to wake up. After three days, his sleeping lover propped next to him in a quaint little chair with a textbook. He huffs and touches your shoulder, gently shaking you awake. Your eyelids fluttered, and as you opened them. You met Leona’s face close to you. The suddenness made you gasp. Your grip tightened as Kingscholar’s eyes closed in concentration and scanned the room.

“Scared to see me? How long was I out?” Leona lightly mocked as he moved back and laid on his side, his hand cradling the side of his face, his eyes seemingly glowed in the darkness of the nurse’s office. The brick walls and clear windows made the atmosphere between you comforting yet urged you to speak. It seemed like the third year had gathered some clues for this discussion. After all, you were uncharacteristically quiet, and it looked like you were hyping yourself up.

“You were in a coma for thirteen days. The doctors said it was a combination of the blot in your system and exhaustion from magic. But before that, I’m sorry that I caused you so much added pain. When we fought out on the field, I realized how much I don’t know about you. Maybe it’s a mix of not wanting to open old wounds, or I didn’t want to know before. But now I want to know, and I want to understand what happened.”

You moved the book to the cabinet as you spoke and looked at him with a steward expression painted on your face. You were baring your heart out to him, and you knew it wouldn’t be easy to heal everything over. Your flaws laid bare before the second prince as his eyes rolled and he sat up. The covers move away from him as he shoots down your pleading soul.

“You wouldn’t understand.” As Leona returns your stare, his voice is harsh and raspy after days of no use.

“What wouldn’t I understand?” Swiftly shooting back immediately as you moved from your spot to continue to talk to him.

“Ugh. It doesn’t matter now, and you can’t do anything about it now. So why try.” His heart churned and twisted as he tried to veil the emptiness in his words with more apathy and indifference. But as he tried to move out of the Infirmary, you kept blocking his way, Leona could easily knock you aside and move, but he didn’t lift a finger to harm you, which was some sign that you were getting through to him.

Leona never did touch you, and he respected you and didn’t want to know about him. But now, with all his cards revealed. Kingscholar felt defensive and aggressive. Throughout your relationship with the dorm leader, he always was respectful towards you, and this small show solidified that you had a chance.

“It does matter, Leona! It matters to me! Listen, I understand what I did wrong and want to know you, and I want to know all of you. Please. It’s your responsibility to be in a relationship.” Bitting back as you stopped in front of your young man because despite how it felt, you wanted to continue fighting, you still loved him, and maybe after your false foundations were demolished, you could both build anew.

“So, we’re playing that ‘responsibility’ game- you were supposed to keep your mouth shut after I told you to stop putting your nose where it didn’t belong. Instead, you turn tail and lead them over.” Leona glared at you as his gorgeous face creased in frustration and intimidated you as he circled you. His lion tail flicks in your peripheral view, while others would’ve thought it was cute. You knew better. He was irritated, but you pushed through the suffocating pressure instead of fear taking your sense over. You pushed through the suffocating pressure.

“I did that because I knew what you were doing to other peers, and ours was wrong. You weren’t in your right mind. I saw how this obsession with winning made you turn into this. This thing. That Leona wasn’t the one I fell in love with.” You clench your fists out of frustration as you exclaimed, getting your point across to the apathetic man. Your heart pounded in your ears as your conversation got louder.

“Listen, you think you can just latch onto me and betray me and tell me how to live my life?! Well, surprise, surprise. You can’t fix me, and you don’t even know what I’ve been through.” Leona rebuttals as he growls down at you, his tail flicking more as he still tries to escape. He didn’t want this conversation at all, and he just wanted to sleep and have you return to his arms like before. But as he roared out, he showed how he felt.

“ I never did want to fix you. I don’t know, but if you’d just tell me. I never pushed you to open up. I never did that because no matter how hard I tried, you’d push me away as you did with practically everyone here! It’s your fault, Leona, because you push everyone away that tries to love you. But you know what I’m staying, so, go on, yell. Scream for me to get out. But I won’t. I may love you, but my love isn’t an excuse to turn a blind eye to something wrong.”

You weren’t backing down as you weakly reached out to his hand. Exasperatedly, you shake your head, your hair covering your face, concealing the raw emotions on your face from Kingscholar as he lets you hold his hand. Leona averts his furious gaze from you, and when all feels lost. Your head felt a hand gently pushing you towards his chest. His P.E uniform shirt pressed into your face as Leona released a deep sigh. He looked away from your form as he idly played with his lover’s messy hair.

It wasn’t what you expected, but… it meant the world to you as he stood in silence with you in a rare show of affection.

“If you’re hellbent, then fine. I expect your loyalty and in return.” Leona knew his relationship was different. He kept you in the dark about many things, yet he never did lie about what he felt for you. He did love you no matter how his actions seemed otherwise. Kingscholar was denied second chances before his birth, but maybe, this second hope was something worth reaching out for, with your hand in his looking forward to the future together.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona x reader #twisted wonderland leona #twst x reader #overblot x reader #reader insert #twst leona king scholar #sherbet writes #sherbet's scenarios #Twst fandom stop romanticizing mental breakdowns and making them fan-service like #The boys are in pain #If someone romanticized your mental breakdown I think you wouldn't like that

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cyath · 1 year

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He is just so GAJJAHSJWKA<33 One of my faves

Edit: I almost forgot to add the scar LMAO 💀💀

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wingblade1357 · 4 years

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I decided to make Hikari’s appearance in the past of the dorm leaders as a “personal story”. You know, like the game system? Not included in the main, but still in the story.

At some point the dorm leaders would remember bits of the encounter, but unless they really have something big that triggers their memory and make a claim Hikari is the one from the past. It’s kinda like choosing a route lol

I will mostly draw them in forms of comics

Here’s the current list:

Riddle Rosehearts part 1

Leona Kingscholar part 1

Azul Ashengrotto part 1

Edit: added Leona’s part

#will frequently update this list #kingdom hearts #oc #kingdom hearts oc #hikari #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #riddle rosehearts #leona king scholar #azul ashengrotto

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twistinghearts · 4 years

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Hi! Can i please have an emotional kiss with Idia please?👉👈💙

I’ll give it a try. I’m sorry that there is so much Leona, but it’s still all about Idia I promise. I hope you enjoy~

I was inspired by Katy Perry’s song Thinking of You

This had been different. That was what you wanted right? Something new to change up the pace and get your mind off him… but really all it did was make you miss him more.

Leona lightly flicked your forehead, “Oi, didn’t you hear me?” You flinched back to reality from the thump on your forehead. “Hey don’t flick me.” You pouted. “Don’t ignore my questions, and I won’t have to.” He gave you a swift kiss on the forehead, “I’d prefer your attention always on me anyway.” You shook your head slightly, considering asking for undivided attention was a common response from him. Better just to move on, “What were you asking about?” “What do you want for lunch? I’m having Ruggie bring it by so we can stay here. I don’t feel like going out today.” Leona wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. Outwardly you didn’t tense or anything, but inside you always felt a little stiff, like you weren’t comfortable in his arms. You leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to relax. “Why? I like eating at the cafeteria.”

“We did that the rest of the week. I don’t want to eat there today.”

“Then we can get our own food and eat somewhere else on school grounds.” You argued, immediately noting Leona’s scowl at your suggestion. He didn’t say anything. You leaned in and gave him a soft peck on the lips. On the inside you resented the action, the kisses never felt like anything they just tasted like slobber. It wasn’t very enticing, but you knew it helped reassure him. “I just like the busy atmosphere…”

“Really? I’m pretty sure it’s because you don’t like being alone with me.” Leona responded lowly. Unfortunately it wasn’t untrue, when the two of you were alone he was very physically affectionate, something you were not quite used to based on past relationships. You didn’t hate it but it just wasn’t relaxing. You sat up in his arms. “That’s not it.”

He released you and plopped down on his bed, “Well, what is it then? I feel like I’ve been pretty damn open about giving you your space, but you don’t seem to have opened up for me at all. We’ve been dating for a month now and I’m running out of patience.” His words were backed with a growl.

“Don’t sound so mad.” Your response was sharp, and overall not the best move.

“I’m not mad, just frustrated!” He barked, not really helping his statement.

“Yes you are! You’re yelling!”

“Because you don’t seem to be hearing me!”

“Well, Idia never used to yell at me!” You huffed tuning away.

Leona’s ears twitched at that name. The room was silent for a moment before being filled with Leona’s laughter. He had thrown himself back on the bed covering his face. “Are you fucking kidding me! This is still about that basement dweller!” He stood shaking his head. “News flash sweetheart, I’m not him. I’m nothing like him; if you wanted to replace him you should have tried the octopus bastard. But why would you want to go back to someone like that anyway? If I remember correctly, he’s the one who dumped you.” Leona swished his tail, an almost playful smirk on his lips. If it wasn’t for the irritated tone, you’d think he was enjoying this.

“Stop it…” You mumbled, not wanting to think about it, not wanting to face that terrible truth you shut away.

Leona stopped in front of you, “And why was it he dumped you again? Oh right. He got bored. You weren’t enough for him so he got rid of you; like an outdated tool.” A soft pause, “And yet you still love him!”

“Shut up!” You went to push him away but he easily caught your hand. “He didn’t want you.” His words sank in, it felt like his claws were tearing you to shreds but it was only your heart that was broken. He knew how much it hurt you, part of him felt badly, but most of him was beyond caring. It was what you needed to hear. “I don’t want you either. I’m done being second best.” He released your hand and stepped back leaving you to stumble out of his room in tears.

You felt like falling to the floor and just sobbing. Just groveling in the dirt where you felt you belonged. You wanted to disappear, to cut your heart out so you didn’t have to feel like this anymore. You knew you had tasted perfection when you met Idia. Everything else would be second best so where could you go? What life was left without him in your world?

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Apparently your body knew that the only place was back to him. You hadn’t even been paying attention to where you were going after you left the lion’s den, but you soon realized you were at Idia’s door. However it still wasn’t much of a solution. It wasn’t likely he’d even open the door for you and if he did you were just a mess. Could you really face him, and the reality that he was just going to push you away again?

A chipper voice broke your dark thoughts. “I missed you!” Ortho sped over and hugged his ‘big sibling’ overjoyed to see you in these halls again. You returned the hug, giving him a squeeze that helped relieve some of the tension in your body. “What are you doing down here? Oh no you’re crying.” His shoulder piece slid over to reveal a tissue dispenser slot, he grabbed few and handed one to you. You blew your nose and dried your cheeks. “I-I miss Idia…” Ortho smiled a bit, “He’s missed you too.” Lies. Ortho probably wasn’t aware how those words felt like the twisting of a knife, he likely meant them to ease you but you knew there was no way Idia missed you.

“You want to see him right?” Ortho turned towards the door. The mechanical lock whirred and clicked, giving a light beep before it popped open just a smidgen. You suddenly felt frozen and heartbroken all over again. You wanted to see him but what would it accomplish, he was just going to be watching you cry. Thankfully you had Ortho to make up your mind for you. “In you go~” He sang as he pushed you into the bedroom.

You scanned the room; Idia was sitting at his computer, entirely focused on his game. This place had so many memories for you that just came flooding back. The couch where you two would play games, you always inching closer to him until you could lean on him, curling up when you ultimately admitted defeat and the game was over; his bed where you could nap while he worked, just watching him or helping him as someone to bounce ideas off of. Sometimes when you were barley awake you would feel him playing with your hair, it always relaxed you. You didn’t do everything together but it was just comforting to have someone around. That comfortable atmosphere was now gone as you shook, trying to hold back tears. “Idia…” Your words were hoarse, little more than a whisper. There was unsurprisingly no response. You waited until you heard the victory music to repeat yourself, a little louder but still strained.

Idia turned eyes widening as he saw you. “You…” It really was you. “…why” He was stunned just staring for a moment. This was exactly what he had been trying to avoid. He had been taking longer route to class because he knew it wasn’t were you walked, and avoided any public outing in case you would also be there. His heart rate picked up seeing you again, not that you would know. You looked upset, was… was he the one who did that? The last time he saw you, you were crying.

“How did” you even get into his room, he changed the lock code after you split, “Ortho.” He answered himself. You gave a slight nod. He looked away, gritting his teeth. “Was I not clear enough last time? I didn’t want you near me.” Were you really going to make him do this again, be the bad guy. You were already suffering; he didn’t want to make you cry more. However this was one of those situations where he didn’t get to do what he wanted. He stood, still unable to look at you, “We don’t go together, I don’t fit with people. You’re no exception.”

“I don’t care! I can’t… I can’t go on like this. I love you Idia!” You wrapped your arms around him, somehow still finding comfort in it even though he didn’t return the gesture. “I tried. I tried to get over you but I can’t. Everything just reminded me of you, made me wish I was still with you. It hurt… It still hurts; even more still not knowing why.” His answers then were vague and even now, saying things like you weren’t a good match, he was bad for you, and that it systematically was against the odds. “Is it really so bad? Is the reason you don’t want to be with me more painful than this heartbreak? I don’t think anything could be. So just tell me why!” You yelled before devolving into heavy sobs, “While I’m already broken... tell me… why don’t you love me?”

Idia bit his bottom lip, as he held you steady, letting you sob into his jacket. He hated seeing you like this. He hadn’t been expecting you to be this broken over it, of course you had been upset when it first happened, but it had been over a month, and you seemed worse. He thought this would be better for you, kill the dream before you got to attached, let you go before he had to see you suffer, set you free while you still had a chance of happiness so he didn’t have to see you suffer. It seemed that all of that happened anyway. “I care about you…” He knew he’d never be enough, and with his family’s curse it wouldn’t end well for you. “I thought… you’d be better without me. I just wanted you to be happy and that couldn’t be if you were with me.”

Your crying died down a little at his words. You could barely believe what you were hearing; you couldn’t tell if it made you feel worse or better. “You’re… you’re so stupid Idia.” You squeezed him tighter, forcing yourself to look up at him. “You don’t get to decide what makes me happy! I love spending time with you, and if you really feel the same… you’d let me be happy with you.”

“But-“ Idia wanted to protest but there wasn’t anything he could say. There wasn’t an opportunity for him to say anything either as you pulled him down into a kiss. Idia placed his hands on your wet cheeks, pressing deeper into the kiss. Despite all the emotions you were feeling, anger, sadness and joy the kiss put you more at ease. Even after everything Idia still made your heart race and made you feel safe. “I’m sorry.” Idia whispered, pulling his lips away but holding your face close, “I love you. I’ll never let you go again.”

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