#I guess at some point in the past he told malleus everything and they kept it a secret forever

[oddberryshortcake]

I guess Malleus knew who Silver’s biological parents were the whole time 😭😭😭 damn

[twistedwonderlandimagines]

Time for those mini-scenarios of characters’ reactions to learning about Leona and Lionel’s past.

Lionel belongs to the awesome @edda-blattfe

We got Ruggie, Jack, Me, Zahir, Jamil, Vil, and Crowley. I didn’t have any ideas for Kalim or Malleus except for Kalim crying and hugging Leona (because that’s what Kalim would do.)

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Ruggie

(Ruggie’s like... Ten years old here.)

Lionel didn’t seem like a bad guy to Ruggie... Which made Leona’s story all the more shocking. Was he just supposed to hate Lionel now?

“Do you not want me to talk to him anymore?”

Leona seemed to consider this for a moment, then sighed and shook his head. “That’s not it. Talk to him all you want, but just... Don’t trust him.”

Ruggie nodded, nuzzling his little head into Leona’s chest and yawning, ready to turn in for the night. 

“Do you... Do you believe me, Ruggie?”

“Yeah, of course,” the small boy replied honestly.

Leona sighed in relief. God, at least someone in this kingdom trusted him.

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Jack

It came out so casually.

One second they were having one of their usual debates and... And Leona thought it was a good time to spill out everything regarding his older brother.

Maybe Leona just thought it would be better if he told Jack himself rather than Jack finding out in some news story or from someone who’d heard rumors of that night.

Or perhaps, for whatever reason, he trusted Jack.

No matter his reasons, Jack was... Enraged. His blood boiled thinking of how Leona’s own brother could do something so vile!

“That... Motherfucker,” he growled, clenching his fists.

Leona almost chuckled. He knew Jack would react that way. “While I find your righteous anger at my situation to be endearing, I’m afraid your head may explode if you don’t calm down.”

Sienna (Me)

I jumped up from the couch, growling, “What the fuck?! What the fuck?!”

Leona sighed. “Calm down, Sienna. There’s nothing you can do about it right now.”

“I’m going to punch your brother in the kidney!” I shouted. “That fucker messed with someone in my family!”

Leona laughed and ruffled my hair. “As much as I’d love to watch you kick my brother’s ass, I’d rather you stay out of prison.”

Zahir (Twisted Zira)

(Contains Zahir being scary... Like most things involving Zahir.)

Zahir’s eyes narrowed, listening to Leona tell his story to Sienna from around the corner. 

His annoyance at Leona entrusting this information to Sienna and not him paled in comparison to the sheer fury burning in his chest, directed at Lionel Kingscholar.

Quietly, he slipped back to his dorm room.

That bastard had no right to have Leona’s throne. And Zahir would see to it that the kingdom be given to its rightful heir, no matter who had to be cut down to achieve that goal.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself... He could already hear screams of agony, already smell blood in the air...

And most vividly of all, he could imagine himself standing at Leona’s side, Lionel’s body lying bloodied and lifeless at their feet. He smiled, beginning to plan a war in his twisted mind.

Jamil

(This is in the context of my fanfic We’ll Be Kings where they’re planning to “dispose of” Leona’s brother.)

Jamil showed no outward response to Leona’s story. It was... Certainly not what he had expected. He drew a deep breath.

“Why tell me all this? I’m already on your side.”

“Am I not allowed to open up to you? If we’re partners in this little coup, then we should be open and honest with each other, shouldn’t we?”

Jamil nodded, “Your brother sounds like he needs to be knocked down a peg.”

Leona laughed, “Now you’re speaking my language!”

Vil

It was somewhat of a parent’s day at the college. Vil was hiding in the bathroom while his mother met the Headmaster, and Leona had slipped away from his brother and happened upon Vil in the bathroom.

If they hadn’t have been so emotionally vulnerable they may have ignored each other... Kept everything to themselves.

But it all came pouring out.

Vil, with shaking breaths, described what it was like to grow up under his mother’s scornful gaze. Then Leona told his tragic tale, ranting about how his brother didn’t deserve to be king.

...Vil had grown quiet as Leona told his story. He stared silently forward, nodding along with Leona to let him know he was still listening.

He got up quietly, and left the bathroom, leaving Leona on the floor by himself.

Leona sighed. He should have expected this from Vil. He got up, deciding that he had to go back and find his brother at some point.

However when he found Lionel, his brother was running from something, eyes wide and expression terrified. Leona only had a moment to guess what was going on before a high heel shoe flew into the back of Lionel’s head, and soon after that an arrow only barely missed him, lightly grazing his arm.

“I AM THE ONLY PERSON ALLOWED TO MAKE LEONA MISERABLE, YOU FILTHY TROGLODYTE!”

Behind him appeared Vil Schoenheit, wearing no shoes and carrying Rook’s bow, with murder in his eyes. Lionel barely escaped out of the school before Vil fired another arrow.

Leona approached Vil, almost doubled over with laughter.

“That- That was the best thing ever-” Leona wheezed.

Vil smiled proudly, grabbing his shoe from the floor. “Only the best for my worst enemy.”

Leona wiped away his tears of laughter. “C’mon Cinderella, let’s go find your other shoe.”

Crowley

He didn’t know what he had expected when he asked Leona about his home life, but it wasn’t that.

Trying his best to conceal his rage at Lionel, the Headmaster took a deep breath. He slowly rose from his chair, and walked around his desk to Leona, then pulled the student into a hug.

“My boy... You didn’t deserve any of that...”

Leona relaxed, the hints of a smile beginning at the corners of his mouth. What was it about being a parental figure that made a person’s hugs so soothing? Why was it that only parents knew how to make it all feel better with one hug?

He never got hugs like these enough from his own parents...