Day 617 of my daily visitor post with special bonus content, ehehe!!!

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Now for the special bonus content!!!

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Happy birthday, Ruggie!!!

First welcome, second your blog's aesthetic is beautiful, and third, if you don't mind can I request (whatever you feel like) domestic Leona, please? It doesn't need to be a married couple (unless you want to), it can be those moments, actions or routines MC and him have as a couple. I don't know if it's clear enough, I hope so. Some fluff for the lion boy. You're free to ignore, of course. Thanks!

The Little Things

Warning(s): Slight spoilers for Leona’s Unique Magic

A/N: How could I ignore something so sweet? I think your potions/wizardry aesthetic is beautiful as well. Thank you for the warm welcome~ This blog is new so this was very encouraging. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Loving the man that by the name Leona Kingscholar was no easy task. He was flawed. He was lazy and arrogant. He was keen and intelligent yet he refused to live up to that potential. His remarks during arguments stung. He knew you like the back of his hand— when and where to attack when things heated up quickly in order to shut you down. There were times he reduced you into a puddle of tears, uncontrollably shaking from anger.

But yet, it was because Leona knew you like the back of his hand that you loved him in his entirety, flaws and all. You loved him for the little things— the way he nonchalantly insisted on walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to the carriages, the way he discreetly sent Ruggie to watch over you whenever he couldn’t do so himself or the way he always held your hands with intertwined fingers rather than palm to palm.

Those three words echoed in your ears as you smiled into the kiss.  You had always been the first to rise therefore that particular morning, quite literally, took your breath away.

Mornings with Leona always began with a kiss. He loved physical affection. There was no need for force. One breathtaking, passionate kiss on his slightly chapped lips and he would be up and about, getting ready for school on his own. Morning Magishift practice was out of the question, but considering that he willingly woke up at this hour, without much complaint, sufficed.

If you two were early, a stop to the cafeteria’s kitchen was essential. His dormitory lacked a cooking area of any sort. This lion was a picky eater who only ate meat.

Today, you were early which meant that the prefect could feast upon your culinary creations— something that he particularly relished yet dismissed the moment someone asked about it.

Not too long ago, Leona developed a strong attachment to the foods you made especially for him. Now, he was a picky meat-eater who also had a preference for the food you especially made for him.

Back at home, Leona had the finest chefs and the freshest ingredients all in one place. However, that kind of meal lacked something, something that made all dishes delicious, despite being seasoned properly and cooked to order.

“It’s love,” you said curtly,  as if it wasn’t the most ridiculous answer in the world.

It was always “love”. 

When he injured himself during Magishift practice a few weeks ago, you rushed him to the infirmary and insisted that you tended to the scrapes yourself. He was confused. It wasn’t as if he was a child. It wasn’t as if these cuts were fatal, In fact, they didn’t hurt at all yet here you were– on the verge of tears and trembling, but somehow managing a strong front, casually talking to him about small, random, little things. Nevertheless, conversations of this type always ended like this:

“(y/n), you know… you don’t have to do this,” Leona sighed.

“I’m doing this because I love you.”

Wishful thinking followed. Three, simple words silenced the prideful lion. Every. Single. Time. 

‘Huh. (y/n) loves me,’ he thought.

Three, simple words was all it took to make him completely putty in your hands, to make him vulnerable. As much as Leona verbally expressed his distaste for that kind of affection, deep down, he enjoyed it. Go on, tell him more. Why do you love such a heinous beast who could kill you with his unique magic? Why do you love such a sorry excuse of a dorm leader? A prince? If he–

“Leona!” you exclaimed, waving your hand to snap him out of his trance.

He playfully smacked your hand away. You huffed and puffed your cheeks.

“Your breakfast is getting cold,” you mumbled.

When did you finish preparing his food?? How much time has passed since his mind wandered off? He stared at the dish before him.

No meat today, a shame. Leona clicked his tongue. Instead, the plate was piled high with pancakes, drizzled in an absurd amount of chocolate and maple syrup and topped with berries, chocolate chips, and whipped cream. Leona groaned at the sight of it. Breakfast? More like dessert!

“Come on! It’s not that bad,” you whined in response to his miserable tone, “Here. Try it.”

Pfttt! What is this blasphemy? You’re trying to feed him now. You’re quite the amusing herbivore.

“Just this once, (y/n),” Leona said reluctantly with an eye roll as he obliged, opening his mouth for you to spoon in one hell of a confection.

He braced himself for the sickeningly saccharine flavors. Rather than a stomach-turning sapor, his tongue was met with a subtle, yet refreshing sweetness. The combination of the tart berries, the bitter chocolate syrup, and the light cream melted into his mouth. Leona chewed slowly.

“How is it?” you sheepishly asked, worried by his laggard reaction.

“The most disgustingly sweet breakfast I’ve ever had, darling,” he chuckled lowly as he pecked your lips before he took the utensil from you and turned about to his “disgustingly sweet breakfast”, eating it with a face that displayed anything but revolt.

The taste of the berries lingered on your lips as you brought your slender fingers to ease the numbness that he had bestowed upon your labium.

“Liar,” you pouted, shoving a fork-full into your own mouth, gnawing on it.

The lion glanced over from the corner of his eyes. There you were— with your slightly droopy eyes that longed for just a little more sleep, with your lips pursed in that wonderful pink tint that tempted him to pepper you with kisses, with your soft hands that were made to fit his like a glove— seated right beside him with absolutely no intention of ever leaving.

Now that was something Leona could get used to. He was truly favored by some higher power to have you by his side every morning, to have you cook meals for him from the very bottom of your heart, or to merely have occasional kittenish banters with you. Now that was something Leona could do for the rest of his life.

“Earth to Leona! Leonaaaaaaaa~!”

He swatted away your hand once more.

“Goodness… you’ve been zoning out all morning. What have you been thinking about?” you mused.

“Oh nothing. Just the little things,” he smirked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?! Heyyy! Tell me!” you whined, fervently poking around his sides.

Ah yes, he would love to get used to this.

The Aftermath

Where the events of the game are over, and Crowley’s found a way for you to return back to your world.

Warning for some angst, word count ~1k

Just about more than a year ago, you would’ve been elated.

Not just that; you would’ve been so, so grateful that you could finally return to your world, where fairytales were just stories and magic was a child’s dream.

You would’ve been longing so much for home, for everything you had back there.

But now, things were different. You’ve grown so much during your time here, experienced so many things, gained so many irreplaceable memories and friendships. The people you’ve come to know at NRC have become as good as family.

You were starting to settle down in Twisted Wonderland, finally accepting that there may be no way to return to the world you once knew.

But then Crowley asks you for a private audience, and you have a bad feeling in your stomach before he even says a word. It’s been a day but you’re still in denial about it all.

The thought of returning home was one that'd been pushed back far in your mind - with all the events taking up your time it was only natural that you’d forget and get invested.

That was your mistake, you supposed. Getting attached.

Because now the mere idea of leaving this world behind unsettles you. Your stomach feels heavy and it’s hard to swallow, and you soon realize with a looming horror that you might not even want to return.

The righteous voice in your head tells you it’d be the right thing to do. You weren’t supposed to be in Twisted Wonderland to begin with, so it’s only right for you to go back where you belonged.

Would it be selfish to stay? To want to carve a life of your own here? Would your friends think you were simply being childish for wishing such a thing?

Lessons had just ended for the day. You were wandering through the hallways, delaying your arrival to Ramshackle dorm where you were supposed to start tidying your belongings.

Grim said he had some ‘important business’ to attend to, while Ace and Deuce were called away by Riddle for a dorm meeting. You’d thought nothing of it and bid them goodbye with a smile, taking the opportunity to mull over your thoughts.

But from an empty classroom further down the hall the door is creaked open, and from there travels voices that manage to pierce through your heavy reflections. They were ones that you were familiar with: Riddle, Trey, and Cater. You weren’t close enough to hear their words yet, but from what you could make out they sounded determined, even a bit agitated? Perhaps this was the Heartslabyul meeting that Ace and Deuce left for?

Well, it wasn’t really your business to know, so you make a move to walk past the classroom and continue on your way.

“Eh, then why don’t we just tell them that? What’s the point of holding this random meeting after school? You guys are being way too roundabout.”

...Leona?

“That would probably just pressure them into giving in to us,” Azul says. “Not that I’d mind, but for all their service to the school even I’d be gracious enough to let them decide on their own.”

“There’s no exact principle that’s stopping us from doing so, but it’s just as Azul says. We can’t just influence their decision after all they did for us.”

“Riddle, you say that, but your eyes are telling a different story.” Trey points out, voice bemused.

“Nyah… This is just stressing me out more! They’re back at the dorm packing as we speak, ya’know!”

Grim?!

You’d stopped walking just before the door of the classroom, finding yourself frozen by their discussion. Were they talking about you? What’s going on? Did something happen without you realizing?

“Then what do you think we should do, Grim?” Deuce questions steadily.

“Yeah! You were the one that wanted us to discuss this; we even brought everyone in!” Ace adds on.

“I’m surprised that even the slothful Leona is here.” Vil muses, “Y/n has certainly become quite the popular one.”

“Shut up.” Leona snaps back.

“Right? If only he’d do the same for his lessons, then my life would be so much easier,” Ruggie complained.

“Aren’t we really off-topic?” This time it’s Idia’s voice, but it sounds like it’s coming out of a phone rather than the room itself.

It’s the same with Lilia, who didn’t seem to be there in person. “Fufu… All of you are getting along quite well. Such is the effect of the Ramshackle Prefect.”

“It’s a wonder that they don’t possess magic,” Jade says. “With how we are now, one would assume they’ve cast a spell on us.”

“Little Shrimp is fun to watch, though.” Floyd chimes in. “They get into all sorts of trouble.”

“I think that’s only fun for you,” Cater comments tiredly. You can imagine him shaking his head as if to clear it. “Well anyways, Idia’s right - we came here to talk about Y/n, not… Whatever this is.”

“I don’t really get why Crowley is just sending them back, but if all of us go to him about it he’d reconsider and offer them a place here too, right?”

“It’s not that simple, Kalim. We might want them to stay, but what if we’re just burdening them? They may want to return home.” Jamil points out.

Kalim’s voice grows softer. “If that’s what they want…”

You don’t know when you’d started crying, but suddenly tears are rolling down your cheeks, and your heart feels so, so heavy.

They were worried about you. That’s why they’re here right now.

The tears drop down and hit the floor, making you step backwards in an attempt to shake off your distressed state. You shouldn’t be crying right now, you should be happy - you had such great people on your side, even going as far as to consider your feelings above theirs. But right now you aren’t thinking straight, all you can feel is an onslaught of emotions so many at a time that you’re overwhelmed.

Your shoes make a sound against the ground, and you suddenly realize that you’ve blown your cover. Surely someone’s heard that - the Savanaclaw members had heightened senses. If you wanted to leave without being caught for eavesdropping your only chance was now—

The room hushes, and someone makes their way to the door.

By then you’ve already taken off, trying to hide your flushed state and calm your racing heartbeat as you take the shortest route back to your dorm.

...Some walk to clear your head that was. If anything, those last twenty minutes made you more confused and reluctant than ever. You sigh tiredly to yourself, thinking back to the events of the last year.

“Just when I thought the hard part was over…”

Imagine for Leona x Female Reader x Yandere Azul (DUNNO IF IT’S A SHORT STORY XDD)

Darkness... If it wasn't for it, their life wouldn't be torn. They wouldn't have to part but this wretched thing cursed them. Leona and (Y/N)'s dream was brought to its demise. A third party interfered, wanting the world to be devoid of total peace. "Life was never meant to be a fantasy." So, does that third party believes. Upon witnessing how the arrogant, prideful, dark-scheming of a beast the 2nd prince of Afterglow Savana (Leona) changed, the 3rd party wasn't particularly fond of it. The man became betrothed to the lady whom his family had saved from danger decades ago when she was still a toddler. In return to that favor, she was to marry their 2nd prince. Leona whom never needed a partner and was only eager to bring his older brother's reign down, forgot about his ill intentions when he did fell in love with (Y/N). His heart and mind once driven by pure jealousy and hatred became void of that nature and were replaced by his new priority. This triggered the third party off, as this would lead to a happy ending instead of the much-awaited conflict. Trying to ignore it at first, the 3rd party simply watched. Hoping Leona would snap back to his former self but no. The man could care less about stealing the throne, killing the heir and being acknowledged as the ruler of the land anymore. He found content knowing that someone finally appreciated him despite being a mere 2nd. He felt appreciated and loved which were never given to him before. Their romance continued but at the day of their wedding, the 3rd party destroyed everything. Leona and (Y/N) found themselves running away from the king’s soldiers who were trying to capture them. Citizens and the people in Leona's kingdom became savage. Most especially his once loving, understanding and caring older brother. Being the king that he is, the 3rd party managed to poison his mind and revealed Leona's past intentions. Even included (Y/N) as Leona's partner upon achieving his dark goal. Causing rage to blind him and order the two to be executed at once. The couple ran and ran until they could run no more. What would they do when their safe haven turned into the pits of hell? They were confused as to what was going on and how was that very past of Leona was brought to the surface. Such thing doesn't need answers for now. They needed to get away. Although, Leona knew they wouldn't be able to safely get away. Only one can be saved and one gets left behind to ensure an escape route for the other. That was the only probable solution they had. Surely it would be better than having both of them caught and killed in the eyes of their own people. The only thing he was thankful about was the fact that his personal assistant, Jack/Ruggie (whoever you prefer hehe), had never left his side and was running with them. All he needed to do was look at the man to signal his plan. Using his last resort, they hid for a moment and used this time to manipulate (Y/N). No. It wasn't to get her to sacrifice herself for his safety but rather to get her to leave with his trusted assistant. He knew that the girl wouldn't leave him on his own and would simply stay still beside him if he told her about his real plan. His lies consisted of reassuring her that he would stay back to fight off the soldiers and that he'll be catching up a bit late by the shore of the small neighboring country. With that, he kissed her resisting the act that would make it seem like he was sharing his last moments with her. Once the soldiers almost caught up to them, Leona pushed the two aside ordering Jack/Ruggie to hurriedly drag (Y/N) and get on the boat by the nearby seashore and sail along the mentioned small isolated country. The two safely got away which made Leona happy and accepted the tragic fate he had after being captured. He was brought to the plaza and there he was beheaded in the judging eyes of the public. While (Y/N) continued to wait by the location her fiancé promised to be coming. As days continuously pass, she still waited no matter how much pain it brought her. Jack/Ruggie couldn't even do anything to help with the situation. It happened when the two were out in the local market, the news of the traitor 2nd prince being killed was passing from one mouth to another. Jack/Ruggie tries to cover (Y/N)'s ears but he was too late. He didn't have any strength to make the people shut up either. All he could do was led her away and listen to her cries. It angered him as he could only watch her break down to pieces. No matter what he tried, the girl wasn't able to smile again. The fact that they had to conceal their identities wasn't helping their case either. Still, (Y/N) continued to stand by the shore, in broken hopes that her lover would be coming. Jack/Ruggie would most often scold her and pull her back home noting that what she's doing is making her suffer even more. The girl didn't listen and every midnight would wake up just to go back to the shore. Jack/Ruggie fully understood her which is why he stopped getting mad at her every single time she does so. He told her of an urban legend. Wherein a wish should be written in a small piece of paper, rolled and placed inside a small bottle and let it drift off across the sea. Letting the sea carry one's wish will soon fulfill it. A few midnights have passed, before a "miracle" did appear in front of (Y/N). She slipped out of bed careful not to wake Jack/Ruggie, and stood by the shore. Silently waiting for her wish to be granted. A pair of twins approached her troubled form and told her of a solution to her worries. "The great Azul would gladly grant you that wish, milady." says the gentler twin. "Mmn~. He can resolve everything. Everything at all~." followed by the expressive younger twin. "Then, would you like to meet him? He'll be more than happy to welcome you. Fufu." With that, the twins managed to talk (Y/N) in and bring her to the sea witch, Azul, whom have read of her written wish. The man greeted her, and immediately sweet talk her into signing a contract. It wasn't that hard for his part, given that the woman was desperate and numb of any emotions. The only thing making her live was the fact that she was still waiting for Leona to come back. The contract she signed was about Azul enabling her to repeat her life. She could meet Leona once again and start their love story anew under different circumstances. A difference caused by the disappearance of the third party who ruined their life. Although, her memories as well as Leona's would cease to exist including their feelings for one another. “Hold on, dear. Before you react, I’ll be giving you a span of 3 months. If either of your love remains one-sided after those months, then I’m afraid you’ll have to pay the price. Aren’t I being generous?” The fee for Azul’s generosity was her poor heart. As the deadline closes and there was no improvement in their relationship then (Y/N)’s heart would severely suffer. Not just emotionally but physically as well. It would be dreadful for her health as she would experience attacks that would result to her being extremely weak, coughing up a fit of blood, irregular heartbeats and many more. Her life was literally on the line. She wouldn’t die but she’ll be in tremendous pain, Azul needs to preserve her heart by the end of the contract if she loses after all. Although, this was the sea witch she was making a contract with. Azul would mostly do anything to have these contracts fall onto his favor. He never said he wouldn’t interfere and with her memories completely wiped, she would never remember about the contract. As he told her, their shared love should flow natural in order to preserve the balance of their life. Soon, as her life did restart Azul himself replaced the 3rd party who destroyed their story. No, he wouldn’t physically ruin things with his own hands but he’ll play with (Y/N) and make her mess up everything herself. By what means? Simply, by stepping into the scene and toying with her feelings. Making her fall in love with him instead of Leona. Being the genius and prodigy that he is, this task went successful. Stealing her time that should have been for Leona, made Leona barely focus on her. Being the heartbroken fiancé that  (Y/N) was, made her fall for Azul instead. Due to Azul being able to provide comfort and love that she seeks. Watching her suffer the consequences as she had fallen for the wrong man was intoxicating to Azul. The thought might be morbid but he was that type of man. That’s what made him Azul in the first place. He couldn’t continue being in denial that he had also fallen victim in this thing called “love” and badly sought for her to be his alone. Although, the contract they had couldn’t be altered. Once it was signed, the contract was completely sealed and was unbreakable. By the end of the contract, she would die as he would have to retrieve her heart. No. That wouldn’t be enough to satisfy his current need. Similar to all things, his powers had limitations and it was limited to forming contracts. A sick thought came to his mind due to his greed. Even his entrusted servants, the twins, tried to stop him from doing so. The source of his powers was directly inherited from the dark figure of one of the great 7. He made a contract with the ancient great Ursula. A contract that speaks of him being able to free  (Y/N) from their made deal. He could have her for himself, however Leona’s memories would be awakened while (Y/N)’s would remain sealed. Potentially, Leona could have his lover back as he would be made known of the contract that (Y/N) made with Azul. That made it possible for the both of them to start their lives all over again and explain why he was alive yet again. Knowing Leona, he’d definitely make sure to get it his way. Though, Azul being driven madly by this so-called emotion love, will attempt to secure her. May it be the rough, unconventional, painful way, Azul will do ABSOLUTELY anything to keep her locked to himself alone. Adding the fact that his contract with Ursula only had a month for its limit. If he wasn’t able to keep her within a month, then he’d be paying a merciless price that scares even the twins and himself.

Author’s note: This imagine was inspired from the songs “Story of Evil” and “Mistletoe: The Tree of Reincarnation” of the Kagamine twins hehe. Hope you enjoy!!