#Yandere leona kingscholar x reader

[plumipal]

The Tattoo Shenanigans

Epel's fight

The four culprits of Epels current state, all disgusted with the rotten apple for a brat next to you,, it's Epels fault, he threw the first punch after all. They only defended themselves, trust!!

Hehe might do more of these very short posts, they're way nicer than the longer since I don't need to draw 3892726362 images 🤭 also the reason I didn't color was because I got lazy lol, but I wanted to draw this so yeah enjoy

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Finding Out About the Prefect Club | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Throughout you time in Twisted Wonderland, you are identified to be the first for a lot of things. The first non-magical person brought by the mirror, the first to witness and help end overblots on campus, the first to initiate the idea of teamwork (according to Crowley). It wouldn’t be a surprise that you are also one of the first students in NRC to continue being nice even when your fellow students are unruly and conniving. Such kindness in the midst of such a terribly misbehaved student body is sure to stand out and attract some attention. And while you surely have the dormleaders and their friends eating out of your hands, too bad the whole school practically is too:

Riddle Rosehearts

Finds out about it after attempting to return something to you

In a shared class you seemed to have left behind decorated pencil of yours in favor of chasing Grim

While debating if he should return it to you immediately or take a detour to his room

Another student has swiped it before him

He’s about to berate them 

Scold them for their behavior but he stops 

They are….sniffing it…intensely

He’s kind of jealous

Then he watches them sigh and put a glove on their hand before carefully putting it in a bag

He carefully follows after the student who slinks around until he’s in a hidden catacomb of the school

It’s filled with students in masks in their ceremonial garbs

“I’ve recovered a remnant!”

The cheers hurt his ears 

But he stays for the whole ceremony as they carry on normally

“And this picture is when they tripped on the trash those heathens left.”

“Disgraceful! We should hex them!”

“But they look so cute on the floor like that~”

“I know right~?”

Riddle decides that he should attend the next meeting as well 

So he swipes the pin and covertly keeps it in his chest pocket

“Some one  has to monitor them…it’s only right it’d be a dorm leader such as I.”

He’ll never admit he’s happy someone is bold enough to invade your privacy for him

If you ever find out he'll just expose them to you

Leona Kingscholar

Hears about it while pretending to nap somewhere

It angers him that the members of the dorm are slacking 

But he doesn’t interrupt because of his curiosity

“--omeone recovered one of the prefects jackets!”

“Seriously?! Are they letting just anyone touch it?”

“No way! Apparently their putting it on display in the—”

He finds a way to sneak in on one of the ceremony 

Stifling his laughter when the students all dance to a recording of your off-tune singing

“Do they really think they stand a chance at getting my herbivore?”

He’s so amused 

So amused that when they excitedly recount how you brushed up against some of them 

He knows he can do so much better

“Oi (Y/n).”

“Yes?”

“C’mere.”

“Uh Leona? Why are you hugging me?”

“You said you’d help your friends in need right? I need a pillow, so quit struggling.”

Idia Shroud 

Practically takes over the club

Probably a distributor that eventually is exalted as the (Y/n) expert

Sharing just a wink of the info, pictures, and souvenirs he gets from you

“Hahhaha you have so much to learn about the prefect before you even come close to my level.”

“Please! Sensei, teach us!”

“Only you hold the greatest gems from the beloved prefect!”

“That’s right!”

It’s like those discord chats that are just about everyone gushing about an anime or game

He may even attend physically with a mask of course as he gushes about the latest quirk he discovered of yours

Of course he’s not going to share everything 

But it’s nice to share your interest

And know that you’re not alone

“We can’t forever silence the over-touchy interlopers (Y/n) will only favor them more. Do not forget their compassionate actions towards each of us. In turn there are plenty of ways to punish them!”

“Yeah!”

He also has the prime sources to hear about anyone trying to make a move on you that he can’t directly monitor 

“Looks like Ortho is paying this student a…little visit.”

[azulsluver]

Ur bully au is so good I could slurp it up but it got me wondering

How would all the students react to the reader just. trying to kill themselves because of the endless torment? would they keep harassing? would they say something about it? or would they tone it down? I must know because If I was in that situation i know damn well unaliving myself would be the first option

There’s more than one asking but ima just get this over with

tw. yandere, attempted suicide, suicide, cutting, bully!characters, mentioned torture, humiliation, blood, slight gore, neglection, fucked up reader (deadass).

Here are some thoughts and reactions bellow!

When asking, what role does this character do in this so called ‘bully!au’? You have to look at a deeper perspective of how each person behaves, what the intention is, and how it’s done.

So when the subject of suicide is involved it can get confusing depending on what caused it. Self worth is hinted in the reader, insecurities are brought and laughed at because it needs to hit a spot. Because YOU have feelings, watching it be stripped by people in far greater power than you, people with money, influence, and within number. Standing up to a bully is difficult, the struggles you go through should’ve been realistic.

When push comes to shove, they’re not all coming for you. If you enjoy the idea of every character ruining your life— that’s fine— but, it’s usually one or three. I think it’s childish, when I first made this AU, some sort of amusement in finding hurt but comfort when writing, they’re not trying to kill you, you know. You just catch their eye, more than they could like. Rejection is one thing, but another is a fair game of a sadistic approach. Whether they verbally or physically abuse you is up to place bets on what kills you.

For NRC years, yes, they constantly nagged and followed you around. But the times they would actively seek you out would be less than you think, the focus on bullying would be isolation. They don’t have to hurt you everyday. Some time for yourself to heal and think over your situation. What would you eat? Would they play nice and ignore you for tonight? Did your look piss off someone from afar? Let them cheat off you! Don’t be such a bore, it’ll all go back to just you and Grim.

If you picked up self harming, it’s noticeable. Hiding it is nearly impossible. They grab and bite at you already so what makes you think hiding was a good idea? It’s nasty and unplanned, miss them? Miss their touch that you havta recreate it? It’s horrible to mention, but caring really depends on who calls you out.

I can say you like it. Or you fucking hate it. You hate, hateee, how they treat you. You crawl on all fours for them to laugh and pat your head, do a dare and lick off from their hand but money is involved.

What did you do, was it simple, messy, perfect headshot if you will. If your need to die was to simply hurt them in any way— it might work. Poor them, they can’t imagine being away from you for too long. Some are more uninterested than the others. Who gives a shit you died? Whoever had the luck of finding you, dead or in the act, serves a purpose of letting you live or die. Cruel as they may be, you tug at a couple of heart strings.

Let’s say it was an attempt:

Sprang into action, either holding you down or taking whatever object you’re using to harm yourself. They’re gonna make sure this doesn’t happen again, you gave them quite the spook. Have fun being watched 24/7, and if they couldn’t, everything will be baby proofed for your safety, isn’t that nice, they care. Thrash all you want, screaming and crying won’t get you anywhere, but they’ll bite their tongue once and a while to prevent this from happening.

Trey, Riddle, Azul, Vil, Jack, Deuce, Sebek,

Oohh…he’s so sorry. Please forgive him, crying on his knees and rubbing his head against your chest. It doesn’t matter if the blood stains his clothes, you nearly died and he feels awful. He promises so many times for harm to look the other way, twisted, yet unavoidable. Trapped in a tight, monitored schedule were his scent and voice is all you’ll ever need. But at least there’s a change of heart, your health is improving and that’s all that matters to him, but speak to him, he wants to hear you.

Silver, Malleus, Kalim

Should he have stopped you, but what good will it do for him? Frozen in the moment, their bodies do the thinking, rational, to prevent you from escaping them. You’re funny, reaaal funny, got good jokes at time. But, he’s not really laughing. A little, but it’s hysterically funny and scary. Because he’s still so rough, even when he apologizes yet calls you stupid, his fingers hurt you more than whatever you had planned, gripping, as if you really died.

Jamil, Ace, Cater, Ruggie, Leona, Idia, Floyd, Epel

Does it hurt? Did you find your ulna? Was the rope too tight? It feels like he’s only here to see the end credits, the finale. The sick fuck is smiling too, gross. Giving up just leaves you with him by your side, pressing it deeper to help you get the job done…just kidding! That was quite a show you put on, this is why he likes you. Being responsible of another’s cause of death isn’t ideal, so he’ll try to watch you as of now.

Lilia, Rook, Jade

From that list alone you can guess who’s to mourn, and who savors what is left. Death is inevitable. Everyone dies one way.

[dotster001]

When You Escape Him; Savannaclaw

Summary: Yandere Savannaclaw boys x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you.

CW: yandere, dark content, you don't make it far in two out of three of these, murder (if you think about it for two seconds), no wait there's also actual murder, abuse of power, laugh with me, Ruggie 's cracked, emotional manipulation,

Heartslaybul Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia Non NRC Staff

Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.

"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."

You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.

Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own.

And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.

In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.

Every day that took you farther away from the Sunset Savannah was a blessing.  Getting out of the palace had been a miracle. Not alerting a single guard to your exit was a marvel.

Your time in Twisted Wonderland had taught you one thing. You were running out of miracles.

But you only needed one more. Tomorrow, you would leave the hotel with your son before the sun rose. You would slip into the trunk of a car that you'd traded the last of your jewels chains for. The driver would take you over the border, and then you could slip away where the second prince couldn't touch for fear of war.

You were too nervous to sleep. You held your son in your arms, and paced, whispering about the life you could have once you were free from Leona. The child had only been your son for three weeks, but you were going to free you both. Give you both a loving home.

You should sleep. You couldn't guarantee the next time you'd have a bed. And your eyes were so heavy, your mind foggy, but the anxiety pulsing through your veins made you nauseous whenever you tried to lay down.

Your vision was starting to get as foggy as your mind. The walls seemed to be wavering. Perhaps you should sit down.

The first grain of sand that hit you, you snapped completely awake. The walls weren't wavering; they were shimmering and collapsing.

You were lucky you were on the first floor. As fast as you could, you grabbed one of the tshirts you had stolen from Leona, and covered your son's head, pressed him close to your chest, then ran straight into the shimmering sand….

….and straight into a solid mass.

"Gotcha."

You felt a hand grab you by the hair as you heard the now completely sand hotel collapse behind you. You were yanked to the side of the hard mass, as he shouted.

"Tell my brother that I have them. Prepare for cleanup."

"Yes, your highness!" The nervous soldier standing beside Leona stuttered. Now that you weren't pressed straight into Leona, you saw he was surrounded by an entire troupe of soldiers. You watched the one he'd addressed rush off to the crowd on the other side of the pile of sand. You didn't recognize that one. He must have been promoted once the old one was fired.

If Leona didn't kill them, that is.

As you stared at the other crowd of soldiers, you recognized Farena's regal silhouette, feeling nauseous as he nodded at Leona across the way, issuing orders to soldiers who moved to get rid of all evidence of the former hotel.

Leona brought your attention back to him, taking the baby from your arms, and pulling his shirt off the little one's head. He babbled happily, and Leona infinitesimally softened. A face that was usually reserved for you.

"I can't believe you made me do all this work," he muttered, his tone becoming hard again. "You're gonna have to try real hard to make it up to me."

"Why is Farena here?" You whispered. You didn't think poorly of Farena. In fact, a part of you believed that, if you had had the chance, he would have helped you. But here he was, cleaning up Leona's dirty work.

Leona growled, and you snapped your mouth shut.

"The kingdom likes me better when you're with me. Of course he'd make sure I wouldn't lose you."

It was patronizing, like he was explaining something simple to a small child. A child he hated. 

But Leona didn't hate you. Maybe it would be better if he did.

He snatched your wrist, and began walking the three of you towards a car you hadn't noticed before. He opened the car door, and shoved you inside, getting in behind you. Then he handed you your son.

You hesitated to take him, and he grinned.

"I'd hold him now. It's going to be an awfully long time before you can even look at him again."

You knew Ruggie couldn't afford to come find you. Especially when you were hiding in the Queendom of Roses.

So you'd quietly raised your son there. You'd reunited with Ace, and rekindled the friendship you'd lost when Ruggie started to hoard you. You'd fallen in love. Gotten married. He'd adopted your son as his own.

You came home from work one day, and found him lying motionless at the bottom of the stairs.

"Ace!" You screamed, rolling him over and feeling for a pulse. Nothing. You looked for any marks, any sign of an intruder, but nothing. 

Your son. Where was he? He should be at home, he had a project that was due tomorrow. Where was he? 

You stood up and began to run up the stairs, but your body froze, before slowly turning around. And there he was.

"Leona already took our son home, shi hi hi."

Leona. You were so stupid. Of course he'd go to Leona. If anything, the fact it took so long to find you was a shock.

He shoved Ace's body with his foot, your foot moving in time to his, still being trapped in his spell. You used all your muscles to stay upright, nearly falling down the stairs with your lack of balance.

"I always hated him. Loud. Stupid. Couldn't mind his own business," he hummed, looking back up at you. "Did you leave me for him, or did he come later? Doesn't matter. Either way, you've really hurt my feelings."

He paused, his brow furrowing, actually looking angry for the first time. "We're going home, Y/N."

He turned and walked out the door, you following him, until he reached a black car. He turned, placed cuffs on you, then released you from the spell, pulling you into the car.

"I know you missed me, babe," he hummed, moving so he was sitting right next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. "And I would have come sooner, but Leona's an ass. Made me promise to calm down first so that I didn't accidentally hurt you or the boy."

He groaned. "He was probably right. I never thought I'd find a lover, or be a dad, and then both things were gone in a day. He didn't have to wait so long though. I calmed down in the first year."

You thought back to Ace's body at the bottom of the stairs. If that was calm….

"Where's my son?"

He laughed.

"He doesn't get to be your son. Not until you can be my partner again."

"That's not fair!"

"Life's not fair, baby! My entire life has been an unfair shit show. So now it's time to do something for me! It's my turn to get something I want."

His smile came back to his face, and he giggled. The years must not have been kind to his mind.

"Now, if you can prove that you can be a good little spouse, then I'll let you prove you can be a good parent. You also owe Leona. It's thanks to him I could come get you. How are you at secretary work?"

He continued to chat about all the things you had to do to make it up to him and Leona. You don't know when, but at some point silent tears started rolling down your face. 

And Ruggie laughed.

It wasn't until the day he'd brought home your son that you'd even realized what kind of a life you lived now. He never hurt you, physically. But the terror of the outside world he'd instilled in you…

And his family hadn't helped. They'd gifted jack the second floor of their home so that you could start your family, but still remain close to “the pack”. 

His parents stayed with you everyday, while he went out to work with his brothers and sisters. They'd tell you all the stories of how happy they were, how wolf beast men mated for life, how you would also be so so so happy. 

You would always just smile and nod. Even if you thought you were happy, you couldn't hold back the uneasy feeling every time they spoke of "forever".

And as you held your son, and realized you hadn't left the house in three years, you had lost all your connections, and you had a crippling fear fill your stomach whenever Jack wasn't home. And with that realization, came the secondary realization that you'd only begun to live this way, when you moved in with Jack after graduation.

It was the one day you knew everyone, including his parents, would be gone.

So why was it that you were now hiding in an alley, praying that your son wouldn't wake up, and alert a pack of hunting wolves to your presence? You were grateful they weren't real wolves, or they would have smelled you by now. As it was, Jack always mentioned you had such a unique scent that he could find you anywhere. You hoped that was just something he liked to say.

You hadn't seen any of them pass your alley in a while, so you took a shuddering breath, and peaked out into the street. 

It was quiet. But they were nearby. You weighed your options. If you ran, you might get to a safe house, or find a cab, before they could catch you. But they'd definitely hear your steps, and Jack was an incredible runner.

Or you could walk quietly, and hide in alleys here and there. But that would take time. Time where they could find you. Time where a friend of the family could spot you, and call someone.

If you could get somewhere with a pay phone, you could call Vil and explain the situation. You were told he grew up in the area. But if he sided with Jack, he'd lead you on the wrong path, or worse, set his fans to detain you while you waited for Jack to get there.

If you knew Ace's phone number, you knew he'd get you out of there. Yes, you'd get an I told you so speech, but he wouldn't think twice about saving you.

Too bad Jack took your phone and contact book for “your health”.

You heard a soft sigh from the boy in your arms, and looked down in momentary fear. Just sighing. Not awake. Good.

You looked back up, mentally trying to figure out where a phone was, and were met with a pair of glowing gold eyes, staring from across the street.

You ran.

You never really stood a chance, even if you could anywhere compare to Jack's unparalleled abilities, holding a child in your arms made it impossible to win.

You felt his arms wrap around your body and hold you tight.

“It's okay, I've got you. You're safe now.”

You must have really scared him. He didn't usually say so many words at a time.

You let out a sob, and he gently rocked you side to side for a moment, whispering how it was okay, you were safe, he's sorry he wasn't there to protect you.

At some point, he must have gotten his dad's attention, because Mr. Howl was gently prying your son from your arms, so that Jack could scoop you up and carry you home.

[married-to-google-translater]

Request: Yandere dorm leaders realize their s/o is unable to have kids.

Kalim is here

Malleus is here

This is for Yandere Leona

Yandere Leona Kingscholar

This would be referred to as "agreed" after marriage.

Leona agreed things for you and you couldn't refuse.

Leona would find out about this after some time.

In his Yandere mind, trying baby trapping would be a good idea.

However, it wouldn't work for obvious reasons.

At the doctor, Leona heard something that you already knew.

Leona would be annoyed if you hadn't told him.

Keeping secrets with him wouldn't be a good idea.

Otherwise, not having children would not bother Leona.

He has never wanted children.

Being a babysitter for Cheka would be enough work.

However, it would have been a good way to show others who you belonged to.

It would also have made escaping a lot more difficult.

But otherwise it doesn't bother him.

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Leona's birthday is coming soon so I wrote something for this grumpy little man, hehe. I was debating about rather or not posting this on the 27th but I want to post this now. I don't write enough for him but I do think is a very interesting character :D

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Soft yandere content, death mention, gn!reader

"Look at them, darling." Leona's voice sliced through the air like a blade, sharp and chilling, as he pointed to the prisoners with a venomous tone that dripped with malice. Each word carried the weight of his disdain, echoing through the grand stadium halls with a ferocity that demanded attention.

His murmurs held the intensity of a primal growl, a silent but potent threat hanging in the air, urging for retribution to be exacted. "For every injury that is marked on your body, every cut and bruise, let their punishment bring you comfort, my beloved."

You settled beside him, suppressing a grimace that threatened to surface as you adjusted in your throne. It felt as though tiny needles pricked at every inch of your skin, sending great waves of discomfort coursing through your limbs like a hellish torment. Clenching Leona's hand tightly, you drew in a steadying breath, your gaze scanning the faces of those who had wronged you.

These were the individuals who had never fully accepted you because you were someone with no royal backstory or noble blood. A commoner, an outsider who didn't the deserve the title of Prince /princess consort. They spread rumors about your nature, twisted it, said you only wanted Leona for his money and to warm his bed. Though the rumors were hurtful, you had initially chosen to ignore them, understanding that their minds were steeped in outdated prejudices.

You thought that with time they would see you for who you really are. You were wrong.

Their malice didn't stop at mere gossip; they took your silence as incentive to take things to another whole level. That was... An attempt against your life.

"Leo..." You call out to him, searching for him as if he was all the air you needed to live for another day. The mere space between you two seeming like a wall to you, so cold and cruel. And he realizes it instantly.

He realizes it as he realized that you liked to pepper his face with little kisses when you thought he was asleep or how he realized that you liked to curl all over his chest, like a little kitten. He acts on his instinct quickly, softly. He doesn't even think.

Leona's arms encircled you in a tender embrace not caring that everyone was watching each and every move he made. He couldn't care less, he just wanted to comfort you, to show you he was here for you and always will be. Shivers ran down your spine but in the warmth of his arms, you felt a surge of mixed emotions — most of all was relief. You were safe here, those wounds felt somehow lighter, as if his presence alone had the power to heal even the deepest of hurts.

As if on his arms, there was nothing that could hurt you. No danger, no pain, no nothing.

"I'm here, beloved." He whispered right in your ears, nuzzling his face agains the top of your head. "And I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to protect you from everything and everyone so don't ever feel afraid again."

You knew he was telling the truth. You felt yourself calming down, watching over his shoulder as the executioner sharpened his axe calmly. This whole thing was an spectacle for the others to see and learn, not to touch you, not to talk or be near you.

You let your head fall to Leona's chest, holding onto him for dear life. And as you gazed into his eyes, you knew that in his embrace, you had everything you needed. You had love, protection, you could stay like this forever. His heart was beating lazily on his chest, slow rhythm making you close your eyes and surrender yourself to him. He would protect you after all. You had no doubt about it.

A trumpet sounded loud, annoyingly loud as a man informed everyone of the execution that was about to take place. Your attackers, three men and a woman, started walking. You peeked in their direction. Their complexions were worn and weak, ears lowered to their heads as they walked in a line, staring at their feet. It was a sad sight that you wouldn't have had to see if they didn't had stuck their noses where they didn't belong. This could no longer be avoided.

"I know it's shocking for you," Leona murmured to you, fixing your hair as it fell across your face with quick fingers. He slightly turned his head to send a look full of disdain towards the prisoners. “But that’s how we do things around here. I need to show them, show them that nobody can't mess with someone I love. Close your eyes if it becomes unbearable to watch."

The sun was high in the sky, casting long shadows across the stadium. Murmurs of expectation and horror ran through the rows of spectators, who anxiously awaited the morbid spectacle.

On the gallows, the four prisoners knelt, hands tied behind their backs, heads bowed in resignation or perhaps in silent prayer. The executioner, a burly man with a leather mask that hid his face, wielded a large, sharp axe, the blade reflecting the sunlight. Beside him, an assistant read aloud the crimes of the condemned, each word echoing in the silent now stadium.

"The first prisoner, accused of attempted bribery and obstruction of justice," The assistant announced, as the prisoner raised his head, staring at the crowd. His eyes, full of defiance, met those of a specific spectator, who was holding a handkerchief, tears falling freely.

You felt nauseous, bile rising on your throat. He had someone waiting for him, who would mourn his death. Why would he do something so drastic like this?

The executioner stepped forward, positioning himself next to the prisoner. With a firm movement, he raised the axe, waiting for the assistant's signal.

"Let justice be done," Said the assistant as Leona nodded, and the axe descended in a deadly arc.

The crowd held its breath, only to let out a collective gasp as the blade did its duty. The lifeless body was quickly kicked from the gallows by the executioner. He was so nonchalantly too, almost as if he didn't cared that he just killed a person. You squeezed Leona's hand, closing your eyes as the assistant read over the crimes committed by the second prisoner.

The latter, visibly shaking to anyone paying close attention, screamed prayers under his ragged breaths. He was terrified. Terrified of death just like you had been.

Asking for forgiveness, pleasing, crying.

Your eyes remained closed as you heard the axe descending, the sound it made every time it made contact with skin was indescribable. It made you sick. It was rough, dry. Blood soaking the ground, never dripping, forming a red puddle. You didn't open your eyes till you the assistant started reading the fourth prisoner crimes.

The fourth prisoner, a frail-looking woman, scanned the crowd with her hard, uncaring eyes. If she was looking for a familiar face, you didn't know. You'd rather not know, as she was the mastermind behind the attack even if she pretends not to be.

"Accused of contaminating evidence, attempted intentional homicide, and contempt of authority," The assistant said, his voice reverberating with a mixture of disdain.

She raised her face to the sky, accepting her fate with surprising calm. The executioner, although ruthless, hesitated for a brief moment before raising the axe one last time.

"May the gods have mercy on your soul," He murmured, inaudible to everyone except himself.

The axe came down and the final sound was drowned out by the clamor of the crowd, divided between applause and screams of horror. The justice had been served, leaving a trail of blood and death on the gallows, as the sun continued its relentless ascent across the sky, not paying attention to the human suffering below.

It was over. It was over, you were never going to see those people again. A shaky sigh left you as you turned to Leona.

"Let's go home?"

He looked at you, little smile on his lips as he nodded. Home, where you would be safe inside the palace's walls, home, where you would cuddle him and he would embrace, and protect you and love you forever.

He stand up, as customs dictate, his eyes travel through the stadium and pass briefly by the headless bodies. He turns to you, taking your hand on his, Leona guided you without looking back. To home.

[twst-kumi]

What about a yan Leona with a darling who lives to read, like he sleeps on their lap as he reads

Or he noticed that they’re reading a romance book and gets jealous

I don't have my PC right now so I'm writing this on my phone. Please don't mind the typo.

Warning: Yandere, forced relationship, kidnapping implied.

Eyes on me

At first Leona didn't mind it to much. At least you were calm and didn't try to get away from him when you were reading. Gosh, how it was annoying everytime you tried to escape during his nap. But now he had another problem. While you didn't try to shake him off anymore. You sure didn't give him much attention either and he missed your hand in his hair now.

He tried his best to be comprehensive. To be patient for you to open your heart to him anymore but enough is enough. Leona opened his eyes only to see the book genre. Romance. You were reading a romance story when you couldn't even put an ounce of effort your relationship with him.

"What do you think you are doing?" He growled as he grabbed the book and threw it somewhere in the room. You could hear him growl lowly as he pulled you near him. You didn't know why he was pissed but you blabbered excuse after excuse. It only annoyed him but also amused him in a way. He reveled in the power he had over you ever since you became his lover. He pulled your face up before kissing you slowly. He purred at how soft and warm they were. "Should I also ban books?" He loved how your eyes trembled as he threaten your last freedom.

"It's not like that... The story is quite inspiring... And..." Leona chuckled before pulling you in his arms. He plopped on the bed, his weight covering yours under him. "I don't care much about the story. But refuse to be second place again... Even more to a mere book. Understood?" He laid upon you, pinning you with his whole body. His forehead against yours, as he laughed in triumph. "You can only look at me."

[belphiesreverie]

Hi hiii if its ok can I request a yandere Malleus, Idia, Leona, and Vil

with a darling that keeps on asking for a sign from god or in this case one of the great sevens if they should continue to have feeling for their current crush (w/c is not them rn btw-) or nah?

And them just doing stuff that's basically like a sign from the sevens that they should give up on their crush (lololol that would be kinda funny haha)

Yes ofc, this is such a fun idea!! Tysm for the request! 💕💕

TW: yandere behaviour, manipulation

This type of thing really isn’t Leona’s area of expertise. He’s much more of a “get rid of it at the source” type of person

So instead of leaving subtle hints and omens that you should move on, he thinks it’ll be much more effective to hear it directly from your crush

Of course, figuring out how to convince your crush to blatantly admit they don’t like you isn’t hard whatsoever for Leona. It’s a quick and simple solution

However, it’s also quite a harsh way of going about it but Leona is sure he can use your heartbreak in an effective manner as well

Vil has a lot of strengths, and one of those strengths is knowing a lot about body language and how to read it. It’s a skill he picked up from his acting career and he’s very open about it

So it doesn’t seem that strange to you when Vil slips in little remarks about what some body language reveals about how someone is feeling in conversations with you

He’ll talk about a large variety of people so you don’t notice what he’s trying to do when he brings up that your crushes body language insinuates they’re interested in someone they’re talking to

He might also slip in a little something about disconnect in their body language when you’re talking to them every so often. Surely these snippets of information will count as signs to you

The internet will be Idia’s best friend on this endeavour, and he’ll use all the hacking tricks in the book to make this work

He tries his best to make the transition seem natural, starting out with one or two ad’s labelled “is he the one for you?” which if clicked will lead you to a rigged quiz that will always tell you it’s destined to fail

Then he’ll take it up a notch, messing with your algorithm a little bit to show you videos of confession horror stories, and more and more ‘signs’ that your current crush isn’t the one for you will start showing up every time you look at your phone

And just as the icing on the cake, he’ll try to give himself a little head start by showing you video’s and ad’s talking about how your destined soulmate is a reclusive computer whizz

He’ll offhandedly mention that you’re looking for signs to Lilia and suddenly the whole of Diasomnia is on the case to make you give up on your crush

In the halls, all anyone seems to be talking about is romance and quite a few people are mentioning how your crush has a type that’s completely opposite to you or is already in a secret relationship

You’ll be sleeping peacefully and like 7 Diasomnia students will be whispering subliminal messages to you in your sleep that your crush hates you or that Malleus is your soulmate

Even Silver came up to you and told you about a prophetic dream he had about you being rejected and humiliated by your crush. Malleus is obviously not going to be doing anything to stop this any time soon

[no-saints-around-here]

Milk

Yandere Leona Kingscholar & Nursemaid Darling

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just a random short based off of these HCs I did for Leona because i’ve been in a really bad boredom

tw: boobs, bit of smut, dubcon/noncon, reader has female parts, I only know the bare minimum about twisted wonderland so fair warning

Milk? The thought flashed briefly across Leona’s mind as he lounged, sprawled comfortably across his plush chaise lounge, emerald green eyes partially closed as they followed you hurrying around his room with piles of his things bundled up in your arms. He hadn't thought about milk or drinking milk for years now, not since he abandoned the drink for something more 'grown-up', or whatever that meant to a younger him. But if he was being more honest with him, Leona would admit that he hadn't thought about milk since you were relieved of your nursemaid duties by his family the moment the second prince was old enough to care for himself. You had been with him for as long as he could remember, the only person who had been by his side and been on his side, the only soul who gave enough of a shit about him to watch over and teach him.

A flash of your underwear from under the short skirt of your custom staff uniform caught the corner of his eye, and a lazy smirk quirked his lips - it wasn’t like you would have known that Leona had you all but cornered back into uniform. With the help of his parents to pacify their second son of course: all he had asked for in return for him to attend Falena’s crowning ceremony was you, but that part mattered little. What did matter was that you were back in your old job, and that you were once more by his side. Within his grasp where he could keep watch over you, keep you safe from the outside world, just like you did for him when he was young.

A twitch of his ear as he heard the drag of a drawer opening, though he was too lazy to turn and look - by the sound of it, you were folding and putting away his piles of clothes that had been abandoned and strewn in various locations across his enormous room. No surprise that it was one of your top priorities, given that you preferred your things in order; Leona refused to allow any of the regular servants to trespass and dirty his room, though it did help to serve as an excuse for you to spend more time in his territory. His long brown lion tail swished as long forgotten memories washed over the young prince once more, helped along by a whiff of your familiar scent that caught his sensitive nose when you once more crossed more in front of him, this time humming an old tune under your breath with what looked like jewelry in your arms.

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"Milk?" Leona remembered the innocent sleepy question from his toddler-self years ago, one small chubby fist clinging onto your skirt with the other rubbing at his eyes. The sky outside had already been dark for some time, long past his bedtime, but your charge still refused to go to sleep. You had been gone from the palace earlier that day for a few hours on personal business, but for little Leona it had felt like forever; after all, he had never been apart from you for so long before, and was inclined to make up for lost time when you returned. Sighing, you leaned down to scoop the prince into your arms, resting him against your hip - he was getting heavier every day, though fortunately not yet to the point you couldn't carry him.

Goodness only knows the fit Leona would throw when that day came.

“If I pour you a glass of milk, will you go to bed?”

"B-But you were gone earlier," he complained, this time yawning. No doubt Leona had been looking forward to showing you the little ball of light he could summon all day, but with this slipping consciousness, it was beyond what he could manage at the moment. "I wanna play more."

You smiled that brilliant, kind smile at him, snuggling him to your chest as you carried him down empty hallways, the sound of your footsteps against marble floors the only sound that echoed almost hauntingly through the night. "We can play more tomorrow okay? It's late already."

"Y-you promise? You're not going to leave me?"

Crossing your heart with your free hand, it was enough for the young lion prince to be content. The kitchen door slid open noiselessly, and you sat Leona atop one of the counters as you looked in the cupboards for his favorite cup, before turning to show it to him. "This cup okay?" You pointed at the cute print of dancing animals.

But instead of the enthusiastic agreement you had expected, the tanned boy only furrowed his eyebrows at your question. "Why do I have to drink from a cup?"

You blinked. "Sorry?"

"Why do I have to drink from a cup?" The child repeated sullenly. Reaching out to grab the hem of your shirt, Leona pulled it towards him with as much strength as a toddler could manage - not stretching the fabric by much but enough to reveal the top of your bra. "Falena says he always drinks from Mummy. I wanna too."

The world seemed to stop, falling silent as you stared back blankly at the boy, the gears in your head clearly turning as you tried to process what Leona had just said. Your heart pounded away in your ears, jaw slackened - not that the second prince to the Sunset Savanna would know, those emerald green eyes peering back up at you, his tiny fist still wrapped around the fabric of your clothes. You knew he had always been cast to the side in favor of his older brother and crown prince Falena, but how do you go about breaking the news to a child that he had to drink from a cup because his own mother didn’t breastfeed him? It took a minute, but you did manage to compose and pull yourself together, lightly prying those chubby fingers from your shirt. “A-ah, Leona, see I’m not a mummy, so I don’t have milk for you okay?” Your face was completely red and burning as you said that, yet you pressed on. “Can you be a good boy and drink your milk from your cup?”

A crestfallen look instantly washed over Leona’s face, enough to bring tears welling to your eyes despite you not being able to do anything for him - how could anyone not be sympathetic? A small child, abandoned. Instead, biting down your emotions and forcing a smile to your face once more, you offered the cup of milk to your small charge, leaning over to kiss him on the top of his head. “Come on, once you’re done drinking, how about I read you a bedtime story?”

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“-ona. Leona!” Said man blinked, looking up to find you standing mere inches away from him, waving one hand right in front of his face. “Anyone home?”

Those emerald eyes instantly focused back on you as he was drawn out from his daydreaming. “I’m here,” he drawled, the start of another smirk once more quirking the corner of his lips as he stretched across the couch he was still sprawled on, looking much like a cat would in the moment. 

“I’m done with packing for today, so I’ll be leaving now,” you told the prince, a gentle smile and kind eyes facing him as you withdrew your hand - so small and delicate compared to his now. They had seemed immovable when he was younger. Yet before you could even turn to leave, his own hand shot out to wrap firmly around your wrist, and you paused at the sudden contact, turning to look quizzably at him. So fragile; the Savanaclaw housewarden imagined he could snap it in two with just an ounce more pressure. “Leona? Did you need something else?” A tinge of concern flashed across your expression, and you leaned in closer to press the back of your hand to his forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

That care again. You were on his side. You had always been on his side. You lived to serve him and only him. Only he could say when you were leaving.

With his daydreams still plaguing his thoughts, in a single definite pull, Leona yanked both your shirt and bra up in a swift sweep of his arm, your naked breasts tumbling out from beneath your clothes. There was a pause, a silence that swept across the room as you stared down at your lifted shirt baffled, as if even neither you nor the world couldn’t believe what had just happened, what he just did.

Then you started to scream. “L-l-leona??” You seemingly were flushing from head to toe, having been exposed in front of the second prince - your prince. “What are you doing?” But your struggles were for naught as Leona instantly caught both your wrists in one hand in a single smooth move, preventing you from concealing your body from him and pulling you close, though the tanned man didn’t seem as interested in stopping you from screaming. Scream all you like, but the rest of the palace knew better than to step even a toe into his domain. “Let go!”

He didn't even like you that way. Despite what his recent actions seemed to indicate, your once-toddler charge could never see you in any other way than his loving nursemaid, his substitute parent, the only soul that cared about him and that brought him up as your own, even if you were a child yourself then. But it was exactly that that drove the lion prince to his current actions, his fingers, calloused from years of Spelldrive competitions, lifting to harshly pinch one nipple. You yelped, instantly halting your attempted escape.

“Still no milk for me huh?” The prince tsked, though the approval in his voice was enough to completely mask his disappointment. As expected, his hard work had not gone to waste - all those time he spent sneaking about the Sunset Savannah, threatening and roughening up anyone who dared to even breathe your way, pulling strings to have his parents intervene, it had all paid off. You were untainted, pure - you were completely his. “Not even if I rub it like that?” He purred, pulling lightly at your sensitive bud, all the while your face burned more and more, your breath catching as you struggled to come to terms with what was going on.

He could see you bite down on your lips in an attempt to suppress whatever it was that was bubbling up in your throat. Instead, the tone of your voice seemed to have gone up an octave as you pleaded with the unmoved man. “L-leona! Let me go, t-this is extremely inappropriate!”

But what was once scolding words fell on deaf ears; and instead his ears simply twitched - he liked it. He liked the slight desperation in your tone, the horrified look of shame that washed over your face, doe eyes shiny with unshed tears, unable to hold his gaze for longer than a few seconds: he liked this side of you. A far cry from the position of authority that you once held over him - the Savannah prince couldn’t think of anything better than getting to know every side of you. Getting to know all of you. Releasing your now-sore nipple from his grip, Leona instead moved to gently massage one breast with his free hand, eyes fixed on you, carefully studying your expression. No matter how you tried to avoid his gaze, tried to wriggle free from his grasp, there was nowhere left for you to hide from him. 

The wind rattled open windows as it circulated freely across the vast room, bringing a relief to the scorching afternoon just outside. But he knew that to you, it was but a mocking reminder of the situation you were trapped in as opposed to being one of the simple pleasures you used to enjoy.

There was nothing more that Leona would like more than to finally have the opportunity to taste your milk, like what he had wanted to do all those years ago. In his mind, this was your duty to him: you were his real mother after all. Sighing, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to your other breast, your perked-up rose bud grinded softly between his teeth. Your body froze beneath him. “Shhh, it’s alright,” the tanned man cooed, large, strong hands now trailing down the side of your body. He didn't like you that way, but the young man didn't think he'd mind much if you were his wife. At least he wouldn't have to worry too much about filthy grubby hands soiling someone he held so dear. “I won’t hurt you.” His words were like silk, smooth, strong and deceptively delicate. “Don’t move now.”

Not that he needed to say those last three words out loud - you wouldn’t dare disobey him, given he was royalty and you were not. A particularly hard nibble, and you couldn’t stop the moan that slipped your lips, and the horror immediately followed as your two gentle hands flew up to cover your traitorous mouth, eyes quivering as the tears finally started to fall, rolling and burning down hot cheeks.

Even if you still don’t know it yet, your life was already in his hands. One word, and things fall apart. 

Your tight, short skirt was the first to go, slipped down and carelessly tossed aside, leaving you standing in front of him in just your panties and lifted top. Curious fingers carefully touched between your legs, a drastic departure from his normal crass self and his rough handling of you from just minutes earlier, gently caressing the thin cotton that separated him with his goal. “I just need to make you a mummy, huh?” Leona muttered to himself under his breath.

You obviously caught his words loud and clear in this otherwise lifeless bedroom, flinching as your words from all those years ago rolled off his tongue, back to haunt you like a tormented soul. “Le-Leona. You don’t have to do this.”

He hummed, a solitary, almost haunting note. "I must." A clink, followed by the sound of leather rubbing over fabric, the prince’s belt falling to the floor. You couldn’t look away as he unzipped his pants, pulling it and his boxers down just far enough to allow his length, thick and heavy, to spring out from beneath his clothes. Patting his lap with one hand, the other moved once more to take your hand and tug you to sit, a flash of a memory from long ago overtook his senses. 

And for just that heartbeat, he saw his tiny hand reaching up, wrapped lovingly, comfortingly in your larger one. 

Leona shook his head, and the memory was gone. “Come.” He ordered, forcing your shaking legs apart and pushing aside the crotch of your panties. One way or another, he was getting the milk he was due.

[cheesus-doodles]

Leona and Nursemaid Reader HCs

Yandere Platonic Leona Kingscholar

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A/N: CAUTION I KNOW ALMOST NOTHING ABOUT TWST this is your only warning- something a bit different for a change while im still trying to figure out the next chapter of going home...just some random ideas i had on this. i dont know if i'll ever write for twst again but you're welcomed to try and make me...

as per royal protocol, when Leona was born, word was put out among the royal household in search of a suitable nursemaid for the second prince

you had been just a relative of one of the royal family’s trusted servants, a niece of theirs that they personally vouched for who could work as a nursemaid within the royal household after Leona was born

you still weren’t sure why they did it, having only previously worked in regular jobs, waiting tables at a tourist hotspot before learning how to be a cafe barista with no childcare experience of any sort, but no doubt you didn’t turn down such a prestigious job offer when the invitation came to interview

your relative was quick to warn you not to get your hopes up - after all, it was a ridiculously difficult role to get with an especially picky selection process, though the pay would be good with accommodation and food all thrown in

and you also couldn’t quite say why you were picked over all the other more eligible candidates in your view, with the queen herself, accompanied by the royal nanny and of course baby Leona who you would be looking after, personally doing the last round of interviews, though the pressure finally lifted from your shoulders when the surprise offer letter came

maybe it was how Leona didn't quite mind your presence, or how natural you seem to handle him despite your own young age being only twelve years older than Leona

you were moved into the palace, your room a stone’s throw away from the nursery and Leona’s room the day you started

but right from the start, it was clear that the role you had thought you were taking - feeding lil Leona, looking after him, bathing and dressing him - was a hellavu bigger by way of the nanny you were assigned to almost outright ignoring the second prince

you were ultimately the one that was constantly by his side as everyone else fawned over Falena, even the royal nanny - leaving you to be the one to not only accompany the young prince everywhere he wished to go, but also to teach him the ways of the royals

which you yourself learnt by listening to the nanny as she taught Falena, and by reading books in your free time from the library

you had assumed that sure, Falena needed more upbringing and training as the next in line to the throne, especially with how carefree the older of the two was, but you hadn't thought that Leona would be this neglected

not to say all the whispers behind his back

so you were determined to do your best - no child deserved this, royal or not

as per usual when it came to nursemaids, you were relieved of your role once Leona was old enough to look after himself, though you would be lying if you said there weren’t times you missed the lil cheeky brat - but alas, your services weren’t needed any longer, and thus you had no right to stay

but Leona didn't have just a vague impression of who you were despite you being from the early half of his life - no, this boy clearly remembers you from the days of you being his personal nursemaid even though he was but a babe

you had made quite the impression on him as a child, not just because you were the closest to him, watching over him when he played, helping him to wash and bathe, and dressing him

no, you were quite simply the sole member of the royal household to have actually paid him any genuine attention, never downplaying or dismissing his feelings, letting him vent and cry and rant without any judgement whenever he caught wind of others comparing him to Falena again

encouraging the young lion to put his best foot forward, whether or not anyone noticed, fought for him whenever you heard any other staff badmouthing him

and no doubt he bathed and revelled in that attention, and only to you he showed that clever and methodical side of him, teaching you how he snuck around those other pesky servants and telltales

to the point Leona became addicted to the highs of hearing you praise him - it was something he worked hard for, away from the eyes and ears of his doubters, something he looked forward to every day when he wakes

to others, he was lazy and unmotivated, prideful and domineering, but Leona turned back into a child when it came to you

you were the first to know when he got the hang of magic, the first to see his newly mastered spell which he showed off with a puff in his chest and hope glittering in his eyes

you had been his world, but everything shattered around him when you broke the news that you were leaving soon

sure you were just a nursemaid, but you had been there from the beginning for him - you had watched him grow up, and guided him with your gentle hand - you had been his friend, bestfriend even

you couldn't just leave him, right?

yet no matter how much he cried and begged and pleaded, the day came, and your room was cold and empty by nightfall

couldn't stop thinking about you even after you left, how you would dry his tears and sneak him a sweet treat in the dead of night, or how you used to rock and cuddle him to sleep

you were his best friend, and you took care of him, and therefore you were not allowed to take care or be friends with anyone else but him

and by simply taking his parents' words lying down and leaving without a fight, you were betraying him - were you in such a hurry to destroy this special friendship the two of you had? who were you returning to? did you have others on the outside?

and this cut deep into his personal pride - he prided himself in being able to wow and awe you, and now without you there to clap at his magic, there was no point

threw a huge temper the week after you were gone, destroying things and letting his magic rage almost to the point of him overblotting

though this only led to his parents denying his request of having you transferred back

regularly snuck out of the palace to check in on you and stalk you, since he couldn't quite figure out how to make contact with you without creeping you out

making the life of everyone around you difficult and painful enough that they start to drift away slowly but surely, one by one

despite everything the two of you went through together, you were still caught off guard when you were all but ordered back to the palace and nicely asked (read: coerced into) to take a position as Leona’s personal staff a few years later

which of course Leona threatened and negotiated to make happen

what him to turn up and pretend to be happy for Falena's birthday party? even wish him a happy birthday for once? he wanted you on his staff

Status meant everything above all else, and nobody understands this better than Leona

so even if its a women-first system in the Savannah, even if you were older than him, you are still beneath him when it came to the rank the two of you had in society, and therefore what he says is law - if he wants you to serve and be by his side, then it would be as so

you had grown into a fine lady, someone he imagined would be well-coveted after, but he would and have never let that happen, not after all his hard work keeping away your suitors

you were also the one that encouraged him to accept the invitation to go to college

couldn't bring you to Night Raven College with him as you had no magical talent, so you were assigned to keep his room clean and tidy, and pick up his calls whenever he rang home

which he did almost every night to not only chat and catch up with you, but to check in on whether you had made any new friends, and deduce more about your own personal life

because you were absolutely 100% not allowed to have anyone else but him - you were his and his friend alone

and he also continued to leverage his position and authority to scare away anyone that might be too friendly with you

didn't matter if you felt lonely and bored while he was away at school, looking after an unchanging room, he needed the assurance that you would be there and waiting for him

and you would have reasons to leave him should there be anyone else waiting for you on the outside

Leona had changed a ton from back when you knew him as a toddler then a young child, growing into a clever and powerful young man, but deep down it was still him - insecure, hating vegetables, liking chess and sleep, and still eager to impress you

his arrogance and pride is completely out of check, with Leona barely acknowledging anyone that didn't serve his interest or benefit him

and you had to admit it was stifling at times, having to take orders from a younger Leona who simply did whatever he wanted, though at least the pay was good and he did listen to you from time to time

but props to you that you do still try to nudge him in the right direction

and when he was back home from the holidays, he would look forward to falling asleep on your lap like he did as a child, with you humming a tune and running your hand through your hair

Leona would spoil you like he would his mother, buying you anything you wanted, taking you out to eat, and of course would whine to you when things weren't going his way

in someway you were still his nursemaid to a lesser extent, and someone he saw as his real mother and bestfriend - with how much he depended on your affection and attention, there was no way you would ever escape him

especially keeps you away from Cheka

you would be the only one allowed to talk about incidents from his younger days, though Leona had threatened Ruggie countless times from ever repeating those forbidden words

definitely leveraged his overblot incident to squeeze extra sympathy out from you

[snakegorl212006]

The “Little Things” they do(Savanaclaw)

--------------------Jack------------------------ I assumed he ran out of energy again. The gym was a mess. Weights everywhere,water on the floor, even bars. Almost like a hurricane passed though. Not wanting a mess I began cleaning. Putting weights in the correct spot and order, bars on handles and water cleaned up. While finishing up i felt a cold heavy weight on my back. Although I was a bit startled, I had a feeling it was jack behind me. I sighed slightly and began walking him out of the gym and to his old room. Surely ghosts need rest. I plopped him down on the bed even though he's barely visible. He looked like some miserable dog with his ears down, almost defeated expression. I felt bad. "I’m gonna leave so you can chill” I said as I stood up and began to leave the room “I'm sorry” jack mumbled. I turned around to see he'd faded out. Wonder what he’s sorry about. ---------------------Ruggie----------------------------------- “Ok this is getting ridiculous” i mumbled. “Ruggie” I called out the ghost “yesss” he answer as he peeked through the door “have you been rearranging or stealing my clothes” i asked “hmmmm… maybe” he replied “seriously?” i asked “nope” he smiled and i sighed “can you just give them back” i asked “what would you give me” he smirked mischievously “i have nothing of interest unless you want me to make you food” i offered “hmm.. Donuts and your attention for a day.” he said “ok fine just give me my clothes back” i huffed he smiled widely and disappeared.

The day has gone by and as promised, Ruggie would give my things back by tonight. Once I returned to my room, a large pile of clothes and other miscellaneous things layed on my bed. The more I sifted through, the more disturbing the items got. Cloths to my underwear to missing soap bottles to my chapstick/lipsticks. What was he doing with all this --------------------Leona--------------------------- “Chess? Sure I doubt I remember how to play” i stated “don’t worry about it just sit down” leona said. I shrugged and sat on the table across from leona. There on the table was a classical chess set. “You go first,” Leona said. We committed plays back and forth. We barely spoke so the birds in the gardens occupied the focus atmosphere. “It’s kinda random you invited me here” i said as i placed down a pawn “ghost around here invite you all the time. How is this any different” he replied playing down his rook “well.. You barely acknowledge my presence nor care to move out the way when I’m cleaning the wing so i assume you want nothing to do with me” i replied “well you suddenly appeared in my manor how else was i supposed to react to you” he scoff “should i just leave then” i teased as i placed down my piece. Suddenly he grabbed my wrist and twisted it forcing me out of my chair “leona what the-” i was interrupted by coughing. My body felt weak and dry causing me to cough violently “leave then i have no choice but to kill you” he spoke calmly as he moved his pieces “checkmate” he started dropping my wrist . my body regained normal functions and that dryness faded away although that didn’t stop the coughing. I looked down at my hands and the floor to check for signs of blood,fortunately there was none… when i turned back to the table to scold even yell at this guy he’s already left the scene. What even was that?

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could I get a headcanon of TWST Savanaclaw boys being completely jealous of mc's cat that they spoil, but then mc one day refers to them as "Daddy" in relation of the cat ex: "Be good for Daddy now kitty"

Parents | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Who needs a cat when you have Grim! But seriously though while he’s still your friend there's a lot about humans he still has to learn and he adores that you baby him all the time. Being like the self-proclaimed single parent to a cat-monster like Grim is no easy task. So it should be nice to pass off the responsibility every once and awhile to a partner of yours. It’s just a joke….but true comedy is there because there’s some manner of truth and that’s what they’re banking on:

Jack Howl

“Okay behave for Papa Jack! I’ll come pick you up when I’m off work!”

“Nya! He’s not my papa!”

“Yeah yeah. Jack just a reminder that can of tuna is only for after he eats his veggies.”

“No! It’s poison! Poison I tell you! Don’t listen to them.”

“N-no problem (Y/n). I’ll care for him with the best of my abilities.”

“Thanks again Jack!”

He really can’t believe what that does for him

The image of your nuclear family with him 

Married with a mischievous little son

It gives him a future to fight for

A life worthy of chasing off his enemies in your attention+

But in his mind it’s already happening 

You’d trust your mate with your child, naturally 

As your mate its only right he do his best to co-parent

“Come Grim, let’s not disappoint (Y/n).”

Leona Kingscholar

“Grim! Just sleep with your Daddy Leona and I’ll be back in the morning.”

“Nooo! I want to go with you!”

“But I can’t bring you Grimy. Besides I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun with every one else in Savannaclaw.”

“Nyahhh!”

“Oi brat don’t bother them anymore, their going to be late.”

“Noooo!”

“Tch, I’m sure Ruggie wouldn’t mind that tuna for himself.”

“Noooo!”

“Then behave brat. Say goodbye then we’re training.”

He doesn’t like kids

But that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t like making your kids

Especially if it’s what has you running to him like the protector he is

Just keep calling out for him 

Granted he’s not doing it for free

You’ve got to cuddle up to him more than ever

Sleep with him so much you or Grim won’t go anywhere without it being clear he owns you both

He’s not a fan of kids

But kids with you don’t sound horrible

Ruggie Bucchi

“Hishishishi Grim and I are going to get along just fine.”

“Nyah! Don’t leave me with him (Y/n) why can’t I go with you?!”

“It’s okay, Grimmy! Didn’t you hear you and Daddy Ruggie are going to have a good time. I’ll call a little bit later okay. Thanks again Ruggie, I owe ya!”

“Y-y-yeah!”

The thought of you having making kids with him drives him insane

Logistically it’s a terrible idea

He’s got his family back home, he shouldn’t need to add on to it

But the idea is still so enticing

And the bond that comes from this alone surely makes him number #1 in your heart

It also means his sabotage against his competitors is working

Then he’s practically got the ring on your finger now

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

Welcome aboard

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me...

Ugh I'm sorry if this one's bad, I tried :(

Warning(s): fem reader, poisoning, possessiveness from all three boys

Ghost pirates; a problem all merfolk have to deal with. While most ghost pirates have been dead so long they've made peace with the merfolk- some are even quite friendly- there are certain crews that refuse to give up their life of piracy.

You enjoy hanging around sunken ships, as you've always found human construction, specifically human construction from many many years ago, interesting. The way they constructed their vessels to overcome the harsh conditions of the sea... the intricate details carved into the wood... how ever so interesting their weapons were...

You didn't know that those intricate details carved into the wood would be the last thing you'd see while alive.

You were doing as normal, swimming around, investigating shipwrecks... and suddenly, you were caught in some kind of net. Oh, but that's fine... merfolk get caught in fishing nets surprisingly often, they're usually let back into the sea with a "Sorry for the inconvinience!"

However, that was not the case today. There were two people you saw, both wearing outfits reminicent of the pirates of the olden days, covered in coral and barnacles, as if they had been underwater for years. The shorter one was a dirty blonde with blue eyes, and the taller one had white hair and yellow eyes.

"Well, would you look at that?" The dirty blonde one said. "An honest-to-goodness mermaid! I bet her scales would sell for a good price."

"What do you think we should do with her, Ruggie?" The white-haired one asked.

"Take her aboard, of course! Whatever we end up doin' to her, she'll be quite useful to us." Ruggie responded. "Oi! Someone get the captain!" He yelled to the rest of the crew. "Leona's gonna want to see this~"

You were terrified. You'd heard stories of this... back in the days of pirates, if they happened upon a mermaid, it was almost certain they'd take her aboard and cut her apart and sell her scales...

Are you going to die...?

"This had better be good." Someone grumbled. He seemed to be the captain Ruggie yelled about earlier, he was wearing an eyepatch and had a scar underneath it.

"Check it out Leona, we've got ourselves a mermaid!" Ruggie said, showing you off. The captain, Leona, gave you a once-over.

"Throw it back."

"What?! Look at her! Don't you realize how-"

"Money doesn't matter to us anymore. Nothing does. I said, throw it back."

"Y-yes! Please listen to him!" You pleaded. "Please, I-I don't want to die yet!" You were crying. You were so scared that you didn't care how they viewed you- you just wanted to get out of this situation. Though, Leona's opinion of you changed when he saw you cry and plead to be let go.

"On second thought... bring her aboard. Don't de-scale 'er just yet though." Leona said, drawing his cutlass and pointing it at you. "Welcome aboard the Savannah's Claw, mermaid~"

Days go by.

Days of sitting in a wooden tub of water beneath the ship's deck, constanly fearing for your life.

You were forced to get to know the crew as the days went on. Three moreso than the others; Ruggie, Jack, and their captain, Leona.

Ruggie would tell you tales from when he was alive. He'd talk about how much money he and the crew would steal from other ships, all the pillaging he did, how he got into piracy, the thing's he'd seen, the mutiny and marooning he organized with Leona(which was aparently how Leona became captain)... he'd stroke your tail and tell you how much money he'd get from selling it if he were still alive.

Jack was the nicest. At night, he'll bring you above deck and allow you to observe the sea. Jack was the one who brought you food and even alcohol occasionally. But it's not because he likes you or anything! It's just common courtesy to allow the living to stay alive, you know??

Leona... Leona would tell you how much he wanted to touch you. Yes, he could touch you as a ghost, but he wasn't able to feel you. Leona told you that if you were alive when he was, he would've made you his wife. He scared you. Much like Ruggie, he'd tell you about all the acts of piracy he did in life... he told you how in life, he'd never once taken 'one of your kind' to sell, and how you're the first mermaid he's ever taken aboard the ship. You found it hard to believe him, though...

If you'd really listened to what the three of them were telling you, you would've known what was going to happen to you.

Last night, Jack gave you something.

You drank it without question. It was in a regular bottle, and tasted normal, it didn't smell weird... there was no reason for you to believe anything was wrong with it.

You woke up to someone pulling your hair.

"Hey, mermaid, you awake yet?" A voice you immediately recognized to be Leona asked.

"O-ow-! Well now I am..."

"Ooh, it feels nice. It's been a long time since I've felt a mermaid's scales!" Ruggie said, stroking your tail as he's done before. but that was when you noticed something was wrong.

"Wait... why can I feel you touching me...?" You asked. Since the trio were ghosts, you could never feel them touching you- and vice versa, they can't typically feel your body when they touch you.

"Oh, you noticed?" Ruggie asked.

"You're dead, mermaid." Leona told you, smirking.

You sat there in shock and silence for a moment. You're dead? No, that can't be!

"Yeah, I uh... sorry for poisoning you." Jack apologized. "It's just... I'd like if you could be a part of our crew forever, you know? I thought if you became a ghost like the rest of us..." Jack quieted down, sounding almost embarrassed or nervous about killing you?

"I'm glad you did it." Leona said. "Now she can be mine, forever."

"Woah woah woah, Leona, I understand you're the captain, but you're crazy if you think she's just for you." Ruggie shot an angry glare to Leona. "She's for me, understand?!"

"If we're really talking about who's she is, I'm the one who poisoned her, so logically she should be mine!" Jack interjected, pointing to himself.

...how are you supposed to accept this?

[kikyan]

Yandere Savanaclaw Headcanons

Tw: Dark content up ahead y’all!! Mentions of manipulation, gaslighting, possessiveness, etc. 

Banner made by my lovely bestie @herestrish don’t steal pls or I’ll eat your kneecaps, I’m entering my Hannibal era <3! Jokes aside. . . disclaimer!! 

These are my interpretations of his/her/their persona and none of these is 100% accurate. I don’t condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional and should be taken as such! Underage characters will ONLY be given SFW headcanons, please respect this decision. If these headcanons sound dry. . .I’ll redo them I’m sorry I was tired 

Leona Kingscholar

Okiedoki, these headcanons were WAY long overdue and me being the chaotic and messy person I am, did not plan these ahead nor did I make a posting schedule. Without further ado, here we go! Can you name a bigger kin? Leona is me and I am Leona. From what I’ve seen in the fandom, Leona seems to be a personality that not many people differ from. Like it’s all collectively and mutually agreed on how he acts. Regardless, the character traits I assign him are overprotective, possessive, and manipulative.

No one here can argue that Leona isn’t smart, mans is brilliant only issue being he lacks motivation. Assuming I got all my facts straight, he’s smart and talented and has all amazing qualities, but it doesn’t matter because he’s not the firstborn. His signature spell is so dangerous, he’s constantly being upstage because name and reputation matter more than actions. Not to his darling, he’s possessive over his S/O because you’re his. You’re not someone given to him because of his status or lack of, you’re his because you were able to charm the lion and gain his affection. You’re his because he won, he won YOUR affection. All hell will break loose if someone DARES to even touch you, looks at you wrong, or do anything to hurt you. He’ll often refer to you as one of his belongings but words aside, he really does see you as his equal. This ties in with his overprotectiveness and his overall fear of losing the one person that matters in his life, you.

Manipulative. Though he wants a fair game, mans is cheating. He’s not above using dirty methods to get you to be his in the first place. He’s probably gaslit you before and you wouldn’t know. He’s smart and he has Ruggie, this is important. He’d probably disagree with you and advise you to do something else, when you decide to go off on your own he’ll send Ruggie to stir up the pot but not right away no, that’s too convenient! He’ll wait until you have a sense of security before striking, when things go downhill and you come back to him he won’t smile, he won’t say anything other than, “I told you so.” He’s so smug about it too, that smirk when he’s in the right and you’re in the wrong.

I’d say personally, he’s a 7/10 on the yandere scale, he’s definitely not someone you want to mess with and by all means half of the time it’s him just being protective. Bro’s the type of guy to help you study but not before he makes you give him a kiss or fuel his ego for a bit. He’s able to lower his guard around you, sleep comfortably with you, and laze around, just don’t get too comfy. Any signs he notices of defiance and he’s not afraid to show you why the others respect him. His scale may increase if he’s angry, he’d never hurt his S/O but the others?

Ruggie Bucchi

I don’t know much about Ruggie just because he’s not a character I was very interested in but he’s so funny. Getting straight into it, possessive, manipulative, and overprotective. He’s not a threat, a solid 4/10. I happen to remember that Ruggie was raised by his grandmother and that in book 4 went back home with a lot of food because the kids in his home didn’t have enough. Ruggie has a good heart, it’s just hard to get him to trust someone else because of it. I like to this that his S/O is someone who was able to remind him that it’s okay to be selfish just as much as it is important to be selfless. With that in mind, I think Ruggie being possessive over his S/O is reasonable. Ruggie keeps things that matter to him close, that includes you, babes!! Just as he steals anything else, he stole your heart. Your safety and security matter a lot to him, maybe not at first but as time goes on it’s his first priority. I’ll be honest, Ruggie is a fun person to be around. His jokes and his mannerism are sure to make you smile along with his good heart.

Furthering into his possessiveness, I like to think he gets super jealous when his S/O is with someone else or not having their attention on him. Someone approaches you and asks you to have lunch with them or to study, Ruggie gets pouty and gives you the silent treatment. You’d ask him something and this man will be so petty. “I don’t know, why don’t you ask [Student Name]” or “I don’t know, you seemed to have more fun with them so I don’t want to disturb you”. That kind of petty. He won’t lie, he loves the attention he gets from you. You desperately trying to make it up to him because you NEED him. That being said, he’s a pain in your ass but he’s saved it multiple times. I like to think that Ruggie is that person who at the start of it tries to show that he doesn’t care. The type to flee when you’re in danger or not help because there is nothing to gain until he catches feelings. Slowly saying things like, “Well, we can work out the details of my reward later. . .” or “It’s whatever, I owe you anyways”. He gives off mammon vibes, just not a simp.

As time goes on and he and his S/O start to get closer, he’d be more willing to help you and do things for you. Manipulative, it kinda rubs off on him from Leona tbh. I know for a fact Ruggie knows some underhanded moves to get what he wants, at first he’ll play with your heartstrings, being pouty and petty. If that doesn’t work he’ll get annoyed and just flat-out ignore you. He’s not going to grovel and beg, he’s done plenty of that already. He’s going to make you beg for his attention and his help. The type to pull your hair in class and pull pranks, having the teacher find you and scold you while ignoring Ruggie. Unrightfully giving you detention as he looks the other way. As you’re sitting and doing your boring work, he pops in for a second and just mocks you.

He’s kinda like Ace just a bit toned down! He’s not a dangerous yandere just an annoying one but you should be alright with him!

Jack Howl

Jack gets two, over-protective and possessive. He’s not a dangerous yandere either, like a 3/10? He’s a character with morals and without a doubt, genuine love and concern for his S/O. I know he means well and he does, he’s a super sweet yandere!

Jack is most definitely a protector. As we saw in the game, at first he didn’t seem to want to do a whole lot with us until we got to book 2. He’s super loyal and caring, qualities that his S/O loves and respects as does he. If you’re ever being picked on or bullied, Jack is on the case! He’s going off on them, saying how it’s so cowardly of them to pick on someone who can’t defend themselves. Do you need a walk home? Jack will do it! Do you need some help with an assignment? He doesn’t know much, but he’s down to help you learn better! He’s a sincere lover who cares a lot, and he’s possessive. I feel like Jack at first would hate his feelings. He has no right over you so why does he feel so upset when you’re talking to someone else? Did you find a new partner? You’re staying out late? Don’t you need him….? He shouldn’t feel like this, but he does! Jack would try to deny it at first, surely ir’s just admiration! I mean you did stand up to Leona after all and that takes some real guts!

Possessive. Once those feelings subside, he’s doing what he can to have your attention on him. Inviting him to all his spell drive practices, offering to help you with homework or the other way around. He just wants to protect you. Sure his presence can be suffocating to the point he’s a bit clingy, I mean I don’t think you’re gonna get attacked in line waiting for your food, but who knows? He’s always there, conveniently as well. Acts of service are one of his love languages, you need a book from the high shelf? He’s already on it. You don’t have a partner for the project? No worries neither does he. Leona and Ruggie notice his behavior, often teasing him but never going further. Jack is. . .how do I say this? Awkward. He is so awkward, the type to invite you out to eat and just eat in silence. The type to be content being in your presence so he doesn’t really do anything else. Give him time and he’ll be better, promise!

[married-to-google-translater]

Yandere Malleus Draconia & Yandere Leona Kingscholar love reader

Ooh, this is going to be a bigger mess than letting Lilia into the kitchen.

Two men, one of whom doesn't know how to share (Malleus) and the other doesn't want to share (Leona).

Of the two, Malleus was the one who would fall in love with you first. It would start as friendship at first. However, soon his feelings deepen. Malleus wouldn't want to be without you anymore.

Leona would develop her feelings later. Maybe after the Overblot incident. When he has learned that he can be honest with you and you listen to him.

However, neither of them would be stupid.

Malleus and Leona quickly realized that they both had feelings for you.

Oh they wouldn't even try to play nicey.

Malleus pulls you away into the night. You go for a walk together while he chats with you and tries to deepen your connection. Malleus would also give you jewelry that matched his colors.

Leona, on the other hand, often drags you to sleep with her. He's trying to get his scent on you. Sometimes he would also chat with you and maybe leave some signs to your skin.

Oh, it would be a wonder that the NRC would be standing after these two fights.

Right now it would be cold war and insults.

Malleus is preparing to abduct you and lock you up in the tower.

Leona is preparing to move in together and take you away.

Now the question is about which one is faster...

[yan-lorkai]

Y!Leona x tiger!reader. [gn]

oh boy. the hatred that fuels them. a tiger and a lion in one room? fatal combat.

[y] can be described as a “hot-headed” person.

anger issues.

always carries a weapon. [usually a sword.]

somewhat a nerd, straight 100% and 90%.

Bad at hiding their emotions.

..actually very blunt about their feelings. why bother hiding them?

Easily provoked.

Extroverted.

Gets carries away easily.

impatient.

Bite first then bark.

knowing how they are; they were assigned the Savanclaw dorm. ohh, how amusing things will be!

Hcs.. scenarios.. do whatever u want :) thank you.

sorry, is this too much? too specific? not much information? my apologies, if so, you may delete this if you don’t feel like doing it due to it.

ty !!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: This have been sitting on my drafts for awhile now, it was super detailed and I sort of blue screemed the first time I read it but I kind like the result. So hopefully you like as well, darling hehe. I did some hcs btw.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Leona, being the proud and territorial lion he is, initially views you, a tiger, as a threat to his dominance. He has the entire Savanaclaw following his very order and he doesn't like the thought of you messing things up. The very first time you cross paths, there’s an intense standoff where both of you silently try to assert your power over each other, as you are very blunt and doesn't think much about what you're talking. He finds later, when alone in his room, that he kind of likes your honesty, it's a bit endearing, even if it gives him a headache.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ His gaze is sharp, filled with a mix of feelings, overall, curiosity about you. Sometimes he send Ruggie to watch over you so he can learn about your routine, likes and dislikes, and what kind of person you are. And sometimes he come find you himself to annoy you, since you are so reckless and easily provoked, and he think you're funny when you act without thinking about the consequences. Truly, he is fascinated by your strength and beauty, seeing you as a perfect mate, and he’s determined to make you his by any means necessary.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Unexpectedly but he likes how intelligent you are. The two of you, after overcoming your differences, can be found having long conversations that no one else seems to follow - just further proof of how perfect you can be, of how you were made to be his.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Leona’s possessive tendencies manifest in his overly protective behavior. Despite your own strength and independence, being capable of fighting with a sword and with your own powers, he’s constantly shadowing you, ensuring no one else comes near his “territory”. If anyone, friend or foe, tiger or not, dares to approach you, Leona’s wrath is immediate and fierce.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He justifies his actions by telling you that it’s for your safety, though it’s clear that his possessiveness knows no bounds. He’ll keep you close, often initiating fights just to remind you who the dominant one is - not liking how sociable you can be with other beastmen, yet his gaze softens only for you and his touch is just as soft, his possessive obsession a twisted form of love, since he doesn't know any better, growing up being hated by everyone he knew.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ While Leona’s initial approach is aggressive and domineering, he eventually realizes that to truly claim you, he must respect you, for you too are too similar, too hot headed and stubborn. He allows you some space in his humble abode but always makes it clear that it’s still his domain. However, this submission is a calculated move; he knows that by giving you a semblance of freedom, you’ll let your guard down, making it easier for him to manipulate you into staying by his side permanently.