#Rip Leona Kingscholar

[blind0raven]

... pffft

Ruggie is gonna kill him when he finds out

[twisting-in-wonderland]

why does he meow?

[mellosdrawings]

Would Jamil be angry again since both Leona and Vil went to Playful Land without him.

He was livid.

But not because he was the only one not to go.

[pomefioredove]

could you perchance do a part two to the yuu getting sold to the highest bidder? like how would that characters treat them if they actually get them? sorry if this doesnt make sence!! but thank uu!! ^_^

more than happy to! <3 I'm writing this as a follow up/pt. 2 to this post but if you'd like something different don't be shy! I love getting requests

parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim | bad ending

summary: joining their dorms + wearing the uniforms (for some). a proper ending to this type of post: short fics characters: trey, cater, leona, rook, idia, lilia, malleus additional info: yuu is gender neutral, rook is weird, both fem and masc french words are used during rook's part but reader is still gn, I need to replay book 2 to get leona's voice down, Idia being fun to write, maybe a little ooc

If you thought it was bad before, the news that Malleus intended to marry you made everything about twenty times more chaotic. Bids were upped to insurmountable sums, rumors were spread like the plague, fights were raging through campus as the deadline to donate approached. Even Crowley was starting to feel a little antsy, despite all of the brand new amenities he had already ordered for his office.

Finally, the day came. The announcement was held in the courtyard, where just about any student who had stakes in the matter had shirked whatever after-school responsibilities they had to gather. The prefect themselves was nowhere to be found, though only few noticed their absence.

"Maybe it'll be nice," you say to your direbeast companion, the both of you tucked away in a dark corner at Ramshackle.

"It'll definitely beat living in this dump. You think they got good food in Diasomnia?" Grim murmurs.

You grimace. "Uh... sure. I can't imagine they wouldn't, right?"

Crowley clears his throat, pulling a thin, delicate envelope out of his coat pocket while the crowd eagerly watches on. He takes his sweet time opening it, much to everyone's utter dismay, and when he finally withdraws the contents the entire courtyard falls quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

"And our winner is..."

Trey and Cater's Ending

"Cater Diamond and Trey Clover!"

Everyone stops dead and turns to the back of the crowd. There's a certain sense of unity that, for a brief moment, everyone can feel in the form of a single thought: Them, of all people?

Cater, ever the people-person, can already tell what's on everyone's minds. "What can I say? I run a mean social media campaign. I had some sick infographics,"

Trey can only smile and shrug at the growing disdain coming from the other students, most of which from his own housewarden, who is s currently turning a lovely shade of crimson.

"...Right. Well, the prefect will be ready for you shortly," Crowley says, folding the envelope and setting it back in his pocket. "I trust your housewarden will help you sort out the details."

Riddle looks more like he's about to start throttling them.

"Nah, it's cool. We got this," Cater smiles, though he's only half paying attention as he posts an update to Magicam. "The prefect is in great hands. Right, guys?"

Ace and Deuce shrug. Not the best outcome, not the worst, and either way it's still their friend coming to stay with them. Riddle is gritting his teeth so hard you could practically hear them grinding from Ramshackle.

"Was anyone going to tell me you two had pitched in, as well? Or was it a surprise?"

Trey smiles, almost nervously. "Well-"

"We were only giving the dorm a better chance. It's basic statistics- more Heartslabyul names in the hat, more of a chance one of us will be drawn, y'know?" Cater beams. "No disrespect, of course."

"None whatsoever," Riddle hisses back.

---

"And you're sure he's not really mad?" you ask, trailing behind the two third years.

It had been almost an hour since you'd updated your Magicam feed and read the announcement firsthand, but the shock is still wearing off.

Cater scoffs. "Whaaaat? No, he's totally cool about it,"

"Well. Now he is, anyway," Trey murmurs back. "But he certainly won't kick you out. As long as you're in the dorm uniform, you're one of us. He's just upset we went behind his back."

"...Understandable,"

Cater holds the door open for you, letting you inside to see a precariously placed mannequin with a dorm uniform in your size already on it. You hate to admit it, but it's lovely.

"Riddle had one ready. You know, just in case," Trey says, gesturing you forward. "And don't worry, we'll all be taking it easy on you while you adjust."

You run your fingers down the durable fabric. "Hm. Thanks,"

"You should get changed, I need a post to commemorate the moment," Cater says, beaming. "And I kindaaaa want to rub it in for everyone else who lost out on the best giveaway ever."

Leona's Ending

"Leona Kingscholar! Please... be responsible. Ruggie, I hope you'll keep an eye out for the prefect,"

Ruggie rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything. Leona, who had been absent-mindedly picking his teeth before the big announcement, flashes a big smirk to the audience while swaggering to the front of it.

"Well, well. Look who's come in first place, after all. What, didn't think I'd bother to try?"

Vil grimaces, crossing his arms. "Is there a point to this?"

"Obviously. I'm showing off," he rolls his eyes. "I guess I'll be seeing the rest of you lot around my territory a lot more, then?"

He snickers and then disappears back inside the building. Ruggie can only shrug at the disgruntled crowd before tailing after him.

---

"Well, that felt nice," Leona sighs, stretching out on one of the lounge chairs. "Pity that I couldn't see the lizard's reaction, but I'm sure we'll get to that eventually."

You're sitting at the table across from him, playing cards with a very invested Ruggie. You raise an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Malleus," Ruggie mutters, shuffling his cards around in his hand.

"It's never a party without him, right? He was probably off cowering somewhere with his tail behind his legs," Leona chuckles, picking his teeth again. "But everyone else's faces just about made up for it."

"Whatever," Ruggie grumbles. "I'm all in."

Though you're not exactly invested in the game anymore. You set down your cards, much to Ruggie's dismay, and stand over Leona with your hands on your hips.

"I hope you know that I won't be one of your errand runners for you. I've done enough of that with Crowley,"

He pauses, sharp eyes scanning you over. "You certainly know how to rain on someone's parade,"

"This is not a parade. This is my sanity we're talking about,"

"Tch. And what're you gonna do? Run away?" Leona rolls his eyes. "Hide in the jungle? Maybe you can take Ruggie with you and make it a party!"

"Hey, leave me out of this," the aforementioned says, shuffling the deck.

You stand your ground, though you don't know what else to say. Eventually, Leona sighs.

"Fine. I won't make you do anything you don't want to if you're just going to whine about it,"

He pauses, and a small smirk crosses his face. "But you'll at least have to wear the uniform. I need the satisfaction of seeing the look on everyone else's faces."

You smile triumphantly, and sit back down across from Ruggie for another round while Leona watches on, pretending not to care about the game.

It could be better, but it could also be worse.

Plus, something about that smile of his let on more than just a little self-satisfaction.

This could definitely be interesting...

Rook's Ending

"...Ah. Rook Hunt!" Crowley says, folding the paper back in his pocket and leaning down to whisper to Azul in the front row. "Tell the prefect I said good luck."

At the heart of the crowd, Vil turns to Rook, hands on his hips. "Rook..."

"Ah, magnifique! How happy I am, my heart could weep for joy!" he says, completely ignoring whatever disappointed comment Vil was about to unleash. "I must run to my prize at once, there's not a moment to lose!"

Vil grimaces as Rook bounds off into the school, moving so swiftly that he cuts through the crowd of confused (and mildly concerned) students like an arrow.

As always, Rook is genuine with his words- he truly feels as if his own heart is about to leap out of his chest and race him towards Ramshackle.

What a chance, what an opportunity! Not only to be close to someone he has his own private fan club for, but to truly, finally possess beauty in physical form. He would display you on a shelf if it were feasible.

The idea so overwhelms him with joy that you barely had time to ask what was going on before you suddenly found yourself sitting beside him in the Pomefiore lounge as he smooths out the crinkles in your new uniform.

He murmurs under his breath, kneeling before you while inspecting the uniform. "Magnifique, joli, belle, quelle beauté, une rose parfaite..."

...Leaving you in a torn state of embarrassment and shyness. You look across the room to Vil for help, and he rolls his eyes.

"I coulda get used 'ta this!" Grim shouts, lounging on a nearby silk pillow with a mouthfull of pâté. Two freshman are tediously brushing his fur with the nicest set of combs you've ever seen.

"Comfortable?" You ask, only a little sarcastic.

"Uh-huh! Ya know, when I found out the winner was Rook, of all people, I was a little worried. But this is way nicer than collecting dust in Ramshackle!"

You couldn't have said it better yourself.

Rook smiles. "Tsk, tsk. I would never let anyone harm a single hair on your precious head,"

The question is directed to Grim, but he looks straight at you when he says it. "Like a delicate porcelain doll, I will handle you with the utmost care,"

You're not exactly sure what you had been envisioning- maybe he'd release you on a remote island and hunt you for sport?- but this had far exceeded any of your expectations.

Though his gaze is as unsettling as ever, and any hopes of personal space are gone out the ornate glass windows, his usual guarded demeanor had softened just the tiniest bit.

It was unnerving. But nice, in a way.

"Mon trickster, this is just the beginning for us. We have many shining days ahead, and I plan on spending every beautiful breath of them with you. Do you hunt?"

"Oh, sevens," Vil murmurs.

Unfortunately for Vil, Rook's smile is contagious and you can't help encouraging him. Just this once. "Not usually, no,"

"A merveilleuse opportunity! I will teach you all I have learned, then. Ah, this reminds me of a poem I wrote for this exact occasion!"

He may or may not be watching you sleep tonight. Hopefully you're the kind of person who can live with that.

Idia's Ending

LOL. Normies.

Look at them, crowding around like a bunch of sheep. As if anyone has a real chance. SMH.

I knew it was pointless to begin with, but getting into Crowley's banking account and seeing the bids... now I feel lame for even trying at all.

That money could've gone to some new parts. I've been itching to build another PC...

The door flies open, slamming against the wall behind it so loudly that even if Idia wasn't completely absorbed in watching the announcement on his biggest monitor, he would've jumped anyway.

He whirls around in his chair, wide-eyed and shaking like a prey animal, expecting to see some high level boss or classic horror game antag waiting for him.

Instead, it's Ortho. "Idy! You'll never believe-"

"Geez, Ortho, you nearly killed me. And I don't have any extra lives this time," Idia says, spinning back around to face his screen. "Something wrong?"

"Actually, I have some really great news! Wanna guess what it is?"

Idia grumbles, powering off his computer. "Nah, not in the mood,"

Ortho's brow furrows as he catches a fleeting glimpse of the camera feed playing over his brother's screen before it flickers to black. "You've been watching the announcement on the courtyard cam footage?"

"No! I mean- well, I was just curious," Idia says. "I watched for like two minutes. Who even cares about this thing, anyway?"

"Well-"

"I mean, it was a game over from the start. Taking on the highest level bosses at our school with my measly stats? Forget it,"

"But Idia-"

"Who even cares where the prefect ends up, anyway? I doubt they'd wanna be trapped in a basement like this for all eternity,"

"Idia!" Ortho shouts, loud enough to shake his brother from his ensuing pity party. Idia can only stare as he moves to the side, revealing a rather surprised looking you, dressed in the dorm uniform, behind him.

"Idia, you won!"

And then he dies.

That's what he thinks, anyway. Really, Idia goes into a state of complete shock and blacks out so hard that, for a moment, the blinding light shining through his eyelids feels like the light at the end of the tunnel.

"Is he okay?" you ask, tentatively watching as Ortho clicks off the small light he'd been shining in his brother's eyes.

"He's displaying symptoms of a panic attack. Don't worry, he gets them quite frequently,"

A distant groaning pulls the both of you back into the present moment and you watch Idia slowly rise.

"His heart rate has steadied to 70 BPM," Ortho says. You raise an eyebrow. "That's normal. Idia, can you hear us?"

He takes a long moment to respond.

"This isn't real. I'm sleep-deprived from my last speed run and now I'm hallucinating. There's no way,"

You look between the two brothers. This hasn't exactly gotten off to a stellar start.

"Your vitals are normal, although you're lacking Vitamin C. Might I suggest having a fruit cup while we talk?" Ortho asks. Idia shakes his head. "Yuu? Snack?"

"I could go for something,"

Ortho hovers out of the room, leaving the two of you alone. You're too nervous (or is he too nervous?) to ask to sit, so you stand over him while he practically rocks back and forth. His face is so red and hot with embarrassment you could cook an egg on it.

"Um..."

He mumbles back. "Just pretend I'm not here. IK you probably wanted one of those epic SSR students to pull you, I don't blame you for being disappointed,"

He talks so fast and quiet it's hard to make out what he's saying... but you get the gist of it.

"Hey, don't put words in my mouth. This is a hell of a lot better than it could have been,"

He seems to genuinely consider your words for a moment before you're interrupted by Ortho coming back with snacks.

Idia is back on high alert the second he's returned. "This doesn't make sense. I got into Crowley's online bank info and saw all the bids, I wasn't even close to the top five. How?"

"Oh, easy!" Ortho chirps. "I simply rewired funds from Crowley's bank account to up your offer!"

"You... took money out of his account and sent it back to him?"

"Clever," you murmur.

Idia grumbles. "I guess that's not technically stealing... fine. But why? I thought I told you not to bother!"

"My user intel indicates that the prefect is very popular amongst the student body. Their top three descriptors are helpful, kind, and friendly! I thought you two might be able to practice your social skills together... Perhaps you could show them around the dorm as a starting point?"

You turn around to look at Idia, who's sheet-white. Nonetheless... he sighs and stands, muttering a quick "Let's get this over with,"

You watch, as still as stone, as he stops in the doorway and turns to look at you from over his shoulder, his face and hair a pleasant shade of pink.

"Well? Are you coming?"

Lilia's Ending

"And our winner... is... hm. I don't even remember seeing this one in the pile," Crowley grumbles, scratching his head under his hat. "Um, Lilia Vanrouge!"

Silver is the first to look at him. "Fa-Lilia, I thought we talked about this,"

Lilia, currently hovering in the shade of one of the courtyard's signature apple trees, simply shrugs. As if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Oh, we did. I really thought about what you said, about the prefect's freedom, and I decided that you're right! But how could I guarantee their safety from everyone else?"

Silver groans (which turns into a yawn) and Lilia puts on his best cute look as everyone else in the audience turns to him.

Crowley clears his throat. "The prefect will be ready for your-"

"Oh, no need! Thank you, though," he says, and then disappears into the building.

---

You've been distracting yourself by counting cobwebs for far too long, as evident by your headache and the taste of dust on your tongue.

You turn to look at Grim. "Should be over by now. I'm surprised I haven't heard anything yet,"

"Surprised, you say?"

No matter how many times he does that, you're never quite prepared.

You jump, nearly hitting your head against the table you'd been taking refuge under. Grim yowls, clawing into your sleeve (and just barely missing the tender flesh on your arm, thank goodness), and you both stare at the fae ahead of you.

Lilia is sitting on the table, hanging his head upside down and staring right at you. Grim mumbles.

"Don't even tell me. I'm out!"

Lilia waves him goodbye as he makes a swift exit, and then turns back to you.

"I have a secret. Wanna guess?"

You're a little curious (aren't you always when it comes to him?) but that isn't enough to overpower your rising dread.

"No,"

"Aw. Really? I'm sure you'll like it,"

"Definitely not, then,"

He slinks off the table and lies on the floor, cupping his face in his palms and kicking his legs back and forth.

It would be amusing if you weren't so sure of what he's about to say.

"Well, despite your best efforts, I'm not surprised at all. But Malleus couldn't even come here to get me himself?" you sigh.

Lilia tilts his head to the side. "Now, why would he do that?"

There's something written within the margins of his tone that makes your eyes lower at him. Something he's keeping from you.

"...Well... he did win, didn't he?"

"Oh, my. You were hoping for Malleus to win? Now I'm sure we both feel silly,"

You raise an eyebrow. "Hoping is... a strong word. But I was expecting it, yes. So he didn't win?"

"No, dear, Malleus is not the winner,"

"Then... who is?"

Lilia gives you a sweet, self-satisfied grin, his fangs glinting. "You're looking at him,"

Ah.

If there's one thing Lilia Vanrouge is good at, it's surprising you. No matter how stoic you act, no matter how clever you are, he always manages to catch you off guard.

This might take the cake, though.

"I didn't even know-"

"No. Initially, I wasn't going to. But Silver and I... we had a long talk about valuing your freedom and independence, and thus I so valiantly threw myself into the flames to save you from becoming someone's slave," he pauses to smile. "Chivalrous, yes?"

"...Charming," you mutter. "But what was that thing about-"

"Oh, yes. Don't worry, you'll be treated as any other student at Diasomnia. In fact, I'm sure we already have some uniforms in your size!"

"This is... quite the turn of events,"

"Ah, isn't it? I haven't felt this elated in... well... a long time," he grins. "Come along, now. I plan on treating you to a hearty welcome dinner!"

You can only grimace at that.

Malleus' Ending

During all of the confusion, the fighting, the rumors that shook the school, no one, again, had remembered to invite Malleus Draconia to the announcement.

Not that it mattered. Not this time.

One knock at Ramshackle's creaky door and you were suddenly in the depths of the forest around the school, admiring a crumbled stone structure.

"What was it?" you ask, turning to your walking companion.

Malleus smiles slightly. "I believe it was a wall. Fascinating, no? Since you have inhabited Ramshackle, I come here when I want to be alone,"

Ah, right. You'd almost forgotten that you'd made a home out of his ruins of preference.

Ramshackle was in a much better state than this, though. At least you had four walls and a roof over your head.

"Are you alone a lot these days?" you ask, rather absent-mindedly for such a heavy topic.

You're well aware of the answer already. No, of course not. Malleus is constantly surrounded, whether that be his friends, personal guard, mentors...

"Yes,"

Oh.

"I'm... sorry to hear that," it's all you can think to say.

Fae don't seem to know the conventions of human small talk. Or maybe that's just him. Not that you mind. "What about Silver, and Sebek, and Lilia...?"

"Fine companions," he crosses his arms. "I owe them a debt of gratitude. But being physically surrounded does not amount to closeness."

Oddly profound.

You can't help but relate, thinking back to everyone you know. Even with good intentions, they're still out there, bartering over your life.

"I'm glad you came and got me," you say, breaking the tense silence. "I was afraid you'd gone to that... announcement thing."

He raises an eyebrow. "The what?"

"...Never mind. I guess my point was that I've been feeling a little lonely lately, myself,"

Malleus is quiet for a moment, staring directly ahead at the mess of stones and moss that once made up a sturdy wall. Now crumbled, scattered across the ground.

And the, he smiles.

"Well, there is a solution to this trouble of ours. But I'd need your consent,"

What exactly is he getting at? You raise an eyebrow. "Go on,"

"I've been so preoccupied with the formalities that I haven't had the chance to ask you properly, yet. Lilia suggested I might have more success this way,"

He pauses, and then smiles. "I would like us to marry. Does this agree with you?"

You thought you might be stunned. Speechless, even. But the answer comes so naturally.

"Yes, it does,"

[rakiah]

*taps a mic, clears throat* Female/Lesbian! Leovil. Everyone discuss now -💟Anon

[put her long list of old pending asks to doodle aside and put this one first]

YES.

Two very different queens like, one is the allmighty mix of a Heather/Promqueen/Class delegate aka the girl everyone respect and look up to when the other is the well known and silently admired yankee who kicks dudes on a regular basis because they’re too loud and she can’t sleep in class. Ngl, when people know about them being a thing, they’re gonna be the hot topic on everybody’s lips.

Fem!Vil would be so much more mad at Fem!Leona for her outrageous gene pool. Life is truly unfair…

Her hair is dry at least.

But not her boobs. New favorite pillow spotted.

[take back her pending list and go back to do her homeworks]

[mrsrookhunt]

Imagine if you ask the magic mirror again and it gives you a dorm this time. How the dorm leaders + the poor unfortunate souls underneath them react

Magic Mirror: This soul now has a place within this world. Your dorm is..

Heartslabyul

*happy sobbing from some, unhappy from others* *COUGH, riddle*

Savanaclaw

*unhappy sobbing in, will never be sleeping again*

Octavinelle

*unhappy sobbing, wiping away tears with money*

Scarabia

*JOYOUS SOBBING*

Pomefiore

*Vil is throwing up* *Rook is about to faint*

Ignihyde

*mute button is off* NO GOD PLEASE NO OH PLEASE GOD NO

Diasomnia

*INHUMAN SCREECHES OF JOY* CHILD OF MAN------ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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[mitzysmitzy]

leona thing i did like 5 months ago

[mawwart]

NRC’s 10 pieces of advice

[bing-whoops]

TWISTED WONDERLAND HOUSEWARDENS WITH A YUU IN A DAEMON! AU 𝜗𝜚 ⋆₊˚ ⟡ ݁₊ .

DAEMON AU! EXPLANATION : “daemons are the external physical manifestation of a person's 'inner-self' that takes the form of an animal. Daemons have human intelligence, are capable of human speech—regardless of the form they take—and usually behave as though they are independent of their humans, although they cannot travel far away from their humans. Daemons frequently interact with each in other in ways that mirror the behavior of their humans, such as fighting one another when their humans are fighting, or nuzzling one another when their humans embrace, and such contact between daemons is unremarkable.”(MORE INFO HERE!)

AU! EXTRA INFO: Yuu has a daemon which only manifested after being brought to Twisted Wonderland. Their daemon is a cat which did bring some crosses with Grim at first but the more Yuu began accepting Grim as a companion so did their daemon. In this AU daemons are of the opposite sex of their humans.

⋆˚࿔ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS.ᐟ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

(DAEMON: LILIAN — A HEDGEDOG)

Riddle understood better than anyone how he and his daemon were supposed to act in the face of different social situations.

After all, it was drilled into him by his mother since childhood.

So it was no surprise that being near the prefect made him so twitchy and nervous. Not only was the Ramshackle prefect too noisy for their own good but their cat daemon’s behavior was entirely inappropriate! (that was the only reason why his hands became sweaty and his face started burning the longer he and the ramshackle perfect interacted!)

Riddle was very different from what he once was before everything came crashing down not only into himself but everybody around him in the form of a overblot.

In a way he hoped to amend the ills he had inflicted on many by improving himself and the way he managed things in his dorm. This of course didn’t always work; the more incompetent those around him became at following the rules the less his patience lasted.

It was a blessing for those in the dorm when the prefect and their daemon were around. (It was almost like throwing water to the fire, it just so happened that the water was human-shaped) Especially the prefect’s daemon.

It was like that cat had never been told no!

Coming and leaving as they pleased along with their owner! That wasn’t without mentioning the multiple occasions where that cat had mischievous stared him down as they rubbed their face against his daemon! (No perfect, saying that it was their first month having a daemon was not a good nor credible excuse for such shamelessness!)

Reciting the rules did nothing to stop them either! The prefect daemon was perhaps representing its other half perfectly with its shamelessness, but it did nothing to prevent him from becoming as red as a cherry.

Eventually with time he learned to become more used to dealing with the way that both Yuu and their daemon showed affection. Even if it did leave him sometimes standing as still as possible in fear of scaring the prefect or their daemon.

Such behavior should have been punished.

It should have.

Sadly Lilian did not seem to agree on such things as she was regularly found cuddling with the prefect’s daemon!

⋆˚࿔ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR.ᐟ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

(DAEMON: CHARISKA — A CHEETAH)

The second prince of Sunset Savanna having a cheetah out of every possible daemon was expected and not at the same time. His older brother daemon settled as a lion; the more intimidating your daemon became the more respected one was in his country. Leona’s daemon was nothing to scoff at but not quite to the level of his brother’s.

Or at least that was what everybody and their ancestors was determined to mention after meeting him and his brother (he should be applauded for being able to stop Mariska from ripping their faces off) It was supposed to change or at least lessen after coming to Night Raven College but it seemed as if the spot that his brother took was replaced by the annoying lizard and his even less tolerant daemon in the worst ways.

Then his overblot happened.

Being fussed over by the prefect and their daemon cat after such event was not an expected reaction (not from someone sane, but those two had never quite manage to showcase critical thinking did they?) Leona had to learn to live with a second shadow the more the prefect insisted in sticking near by. So should it really come to a surprise that he had started demanding the prefect to stick by him even after ‘the aftermath’ period was over?

The Ramshackle prefect’s daemon seemed to be inclined to such stickiness with how much she had started draping herself over his Mariska. The first times it had startled both him and Mariska with how utterly lacking of social or cultural norms both of them seemed to be; what he should have done is teach them how such behavior was usually only between very close family members or romantic partners. That would have been the right thing to do.

But in the end this was Night Raven College not Royal Sword Academy, and neither Leona nor Mariska were ever those who let go of things that they were fond of easily if they could avoid it.

His favorite past times had started becoming full of the prefect and their daemon. Dragging them to play chess, sitting them down through the after school practice Magift, and even making sure to have his daily naps with the prefect and both of their daemon nearby.

It certainly was a surprise (near heart attack seeing Mariska grooming the prefect daemon; it wasn’t everyday that you saw a cheetah licking an average household cat clean, or have a clean confirmation that the prefect and the housewarden of Savanclaw were dating) when anybody came across the two peacefully napping together only to be stared down by both Mariska and Leona.

⋆˚࿔ AZUL ASHENGROTTO.ᐟ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

(DAEMON: RAINA — A OCTOPUS)

It wasn’t usual for a merfolk’s daemon to be too closely linked to their family’s species — no matter what some may fool themselves to believe your biology is not as closely tied to your personality — so when his daemon settled as an octopus he could only thank that he hadn’t been slapped with a land daemon.

That was his original foolishness talking as he only realized how much of a draw back this would be when his goal to enter to Night Raven College became clear.

This would of course not be something that would stop him from; if Azul was anything it was determined and he would not let something like his daemon deter him from pushing himself to get the best results.

Perhaps he should have listened to Raina when she started anxiously swimming from one side to the other in her big tank by the side of his office where they could both see each other in their field of vision.

It would have probably delayed his overblot, or at least not made it as harmful as it was to others.

It should come to nobody’s surprise why he became so insistent in keeping the prefect nearby to repay his debt as throughout as he could (stopping another overblot had to be quite taxing right prefect? Why not take some rest here? I promise nobody will bother you here) Azul and Raina made sure to keep a close eye and even a closer grip on the prefect and their daemon.

Should they have given some sort of thanks to the others that were involved in the overblot? Maybe. However the nurse did say to avoid things that could cause an unpleasant rise of negative emotions, so sadly he could nothing to help those poor unfortunate souls in Savanclaw! It seems he will just have to make it up by keeping the prefect and their daemon even closer.

Even when the prefect’s daemon became too clingy to the point of nuzzling onto his hand — the prefect seemed to not have any negative reaction! Not even a wince or a grimace at seeing the most vulnerable part of his soul being near himself or his own daemon.

Azul had been under the impression that those who live on land had stricter restriction on how their daemon interact with others and their daemon. Seeing how carefree both of the ramshackle residents were lead him to believe that there may be exceptions to such restrictions.

Not that he was complaining.

Raina seemed elated by the affection that was shown by both prefect and their daemon. Going as far as to curl herself around both of them as a way to show her elation — such shameless behavior more often than not left him stammering for a couple of shameful seconds before he quickly composed himself and departed her from their special companions.

⋆˚࿔ KALIM AL-ASLIM.ᐟ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

(DAEMON: KARIMA — A FERRET)

Truly he didn’t expect such an action-packed entrance when receiving the new students! It was quite startling; Kalim couldn’t say that he entirely enjoyed it as his daemon almost got caught on fire and he himself did get his ceremonial robes burnt!

It would have caught his skin too had it not been for the new and brave prefect! Kalim was in awe after seeing how quickly and efficiently the soon-to-be prefect had easily stopped the fire while the other raccoon continued to make a rocket in the background. It seemed straight out of those private plays that his father prepares when he’s bored. Where the strong hero saves the day and saves everyone! So who could really blame him for momentarily forgetting the chaos that was occurring in the background before Jamil came and yanked him out of the way.

It was certainly a meeting that was worth remembering, and remember it Kalim did. Enough to seek the prefect out — of course let it be known that it wasn’t just his curiosity that lead them to seek out the prefect and their fun daemon! Karima was also interested in them, so who was he to deny his other half? — and get to know them in a more personal level.

Kalim was a little appalled after seeing the way that such a nice person was living. It was not his intention to offend the original owners of ramshackle of course! It just seems like the aesthetic of the house is taking a very unlivable route for his preference.

So who could blame him for willingly starting to lead the prefect and their companion Grim and their daemon to where he resided just until the headmaster decided to renovate the place?

In the end he had perhaps he had gotten too attached to the prefect. Kalim found that he enjoyed the company he shared with the prefect a little too much, and so did Karima. From night trips in the magic carpet to simple games in the daylight he couldn’t quite pinpoint how much euphoria he felt when he and his daemon shared memories with the prefect and their daemon.

Such joy was attempted to be shared with Jamil but he didn’t seem as enthusiastic to spend time with the prefect or their daemon. Had this been a while before his overblot he would have continued to insist but after the incident Kalim had tried the hardest to not be as overwhelming to his friend.

Instead he focused his time and money on the prefect. Even his own daemon started clinging more to prefect and their daemon than to him! Yet such behavior was reflected by the prefect’s own daemon who seemed more than eager to nuzzle his way into his arms.

⋆˚࿔ VIL SCHOENHEIT.ᐟ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

(DAEMON: EDITH — A PEACOCK)

Vil was not amused by the perfect and their daemon at all. It was nothing personal it just seemed as if they loved danger with how much trouble they constantly managed to get into. Or maybe it was the other way around? Danger loved them? It didn’t really matter for him or Edith. Either way it would only end up causing a disruption which would interfere with his schedule (and he already had enough in his hands with that rowdy first year)

That point of view ended up changing, inevitably, after he had to go through his overblot. Well that wasn’t entirely true either.

While he and Edith had been equally as grateful to those who had to deal with him moments before the overblot and throughout the overblot his opinion n the prefect didn’t do a complete 180 twist until he had to deal with the aftermath of his own overblot. A process that he surprisingly had to go through with two individuals who were sticking by his side like glue. The prefect and their daemon could almost be compared to an octopus with how tight they had latched onto him and Edith.

He would have been suspicious of there being underlying intentions with such actions being done with too much of a willingness had he not been a witness of the lack of interest the prefect had on anything media related (to a concerning degree actually — what do you mean you don’t have a phone prefect? Don’t be so irresponsible and just let me buy you a new phone!)

Even after such an event he strived to keep his image and quickly went back to work and being as efficient as he could. Vil wishes he could say the same for Edith. His daemon had taken it to letting the prefect’s daemon lounge on her space and even lean her head against her well groomed feathers. It left him with a slacked jaw the first time he witnessed Edith push the prefect’s daemon to lay on her side. He was a little more flustered when he realized that the perfect had been next to him to see the shamelessness that Edith was displaying.

Eventually it became almost a routine to see the prefect’s daemon laying next to his own daemon. A sight that had baffled many of his dorm-mates, and made Rook giggle.

Their reactions didn’t matter much at the end of the day, because whether they liked it or not it seemed that having the prefect spend time in their dorm would soon become the norm.

(Epel and his daemon both looked in horror as he watched his two nightmare infect his friend into becoming more close to the Pomefiore’s house warden)

(“They are multiplying…”)

(“Epel do you have something to say?”)

⋆˚࿔ IDIA SHROUD.ᐟ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

(DAEMON: EUDORA — A OWL)

Idia wished his daemon was more discreet with his interest in both the prefect and their daemon (as such unmasked interest only served to let everybody know his own interest on the perfect that has managed to deal with different overblots in such a short period of time while also befriending Ortho!) It couldn’t be said that Eudora even attempted to mask it at all. Especially when the perfect made a show to greeting the both of them after catching his daemon openly staring at them.

Idia usually saw the prefect and their daemon in the club they were both part of. This would of course make him just a tad bit more willing to let himself be dragged over to club meeting by Ortho.

Even Azul seemed to notice the one-sided tension that had developed; however, unsurprisingly Azul seemed to be more than willing to lay back and watch the fire increase the more embarrassed Idia became, the more he interacted with the prefect.

It wasn’t a surprise to many (except Idia himself) when the perfect finally caved and asked Idia if he wanted to play a cardboard game with them. Some even tried to discretely pass the money that was gambled on who would approach who first under Azul’s supervision. This gamble would of course not only benefit those who guessed right but also Azul who had eagerly taken the offer of gaining more profit.

The game was an experience.

Unsurprisingly to many who had seen Idia beat ruthlessly many other opponents, Idia had been the winner. However, seeing him cheer before abruptly silencing himself and coughing awkwardly on his fist to then mutter a low “good game” was an otherworldly experience to many. THE IDIA had taken his win like a normal person? No additional bragging and thirty minute rant as to why the other party lost? Some club members were even tempted to ask Ortho to check for possible possession.

This would be the first push for the perfect to start pestering Idia to play other games with them until they managed to gain a win. Eventually Ortho would suggest a more private meet-up for playing games as he noticed that Idia seemed to be unsure as to how to ask the perfect and their daemon to come over to play other virtual video games with him.

Ortho made sure to wait a week between intervals on asking and insisting for his brother to ask the ramshackle perfect to come over and play video games with him. After the third occasion and a month passing the youngest Shroud brother decided to take manners onto his own hands and invite the perfect and their daemon to come over and play video games with his older brother in his place.

And if he made sure to discretely take a picture of his brother’s face after opening the door and seeing the perfect that was between himself and his code.

In the end it became a comforting routine between them. The perfect would come over and play video games with Idia while their daemons stayed close to each other and even disappeared to know who knows what in the dorm. (Never starting too far but enough so it was hard to differ what they were doing)

⋆˚࿔ MALLEUS DRACONIA.ᐟ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

(DAEMON: MILENA — A RAVEN)

Surprisingly enough the first to meet weren’t the prefect and the Diasomnia housewarden instead their daemons were the first to meet each other.

It was something that should have been expected; Malleus deemed it a calming pastime to relish the beauty of gargoyles at night and so did his daemon, Milena, it just so happened that Ramshackle was one of the most favorable places to do so.

Milena had not expected to come across another daemon while flying closer to the gargoyles. It didn’t seem like Malleus had taken notice of the way that his daemon had been staring at a particular window intently — too busy admiring other arts of architecture.

With a curious head tilt both daemons looked at each other in confusion and interest. Neither of them expected another soul to be in this building, outside or inside. Milena softly tucked her wings and perched herself at the edge pf a window while watching the cat shaped daemon open the window and invite her inside. She looked back at Malleus and decided that it would be just one look. Who could blame her for being curious about these new Ramshackle residents?

These meetings continued for longer than one would assume for two daemons that couldn’t get too far from their other half without it becoming straining. Even more shocking to some would be the weeks that it took both parties to realize the secrets meeting both of their daemons had been up to.

In the end the prefect had realized what was going on when they had woken up in the middle of the night with only Grim by their side — something was off though. There was no daemon by their side.

That night was the first one where they had met Milena (the daemon that their daemon was sneaking around to meet) and Tsunotarou. It seemed as if the other fae had been on the same shoes as them. While wary at first after realizing that he had been outside of their residence without their notice it was quickly eased after realizing the only reason for such dubious actions was to see the architecture of Ramshackle.

At first it was tempting to doubt such excuse, but any wariness was hard to keep a hold of after he had gone in a hour long rant about the history and meaning of gargoyles in his home country and around the world.

Eventually they had both gotten used to each other’s company. Enough so that the visits at night started increasing from Malleus just to see and spend time with the prefect. He of course had not forgotten the sneaking behind his back that came from deamon. While his feelings had become complicated about that particular incident he wasn’t about to just let it go that was for sure. And what better way to get back at his daemon that snitch to Lilia while claiming Milena had simply done so because she had been so hungry that she couldn’t take it, and attempted to get food through other means.

This of course resulted in Lilia’s food being served in a concerning amount.

Which was why he smartly decided to start following his daemon example and start going to visit the prefect while keeping Milena out of the loop by simply telling her to enjoy her time with the prefect’s daemon. At least they had similar tastes in friends.

[ssrleona]

homecoming (I)

pairing: leona kingscholar x fem!reader

warnings: slight angst, allusions to childhood mistreatment

word count: 1.5k

s: at your insistence, you finally visit the afterglow savannah and meet Leona's family

a/n: this was written before the tamashna muina event released. and since I haven't read the trans yet, how I describe the savannah and its culture may not be the same as it was described in game. I'm East African, and since the lion king was essentially a mishmash of East African culture (mostly Kenya, Ethiopia, and for some reason some stuff from W. Africa), most of what I describe comes from my own cultural background + light research. enjoy!

It starts with a letter.

It’s not unusual for Night Raven College to be overrun by its unruly student body, but the coming summer holiday brings a new level of restlessness that hums through the walls. Hasty stops at the school store, last minute assignments, bittersweet goodbyes. Even the faculty seem on edge and ready to end the semester.

Ruggie all but collapses at your feet when he spots you in the hall of mirrors, heaving a woven basket twice his size. It’s filled to the brim with an assortment of different packages; mailers, bags, miniature boxes wrapped in newspaper clippings and assorted wrapping paper. A neat ivory envelope tied with a golden ribbon at the very top.

He gives it to you. “Could you hand this off to Leona? I have enough on my plate as it is.”

“Is it usually this bad?” You ask, eyeing the precarious stack that’s leaning just a little too close to the floor. You turn the envelope in your hands. The words on the front are written in a script you can’t make out, only recognizing ‘Leona Kingscholar’ in the far left corner. It’s bulky, like someone crammed multiple letters inside, but doesn’t take away the luxurious quality of the paper. It’s silk between your fingertips.

“It’s from his family, so I doubt he’d read it anyways,” Ruggie comments. He hefts the basket from the floor, “Throw it out if you want.”

His family.

Besides bitter remarks thrown in passing, Leona never speaks of them. Or his home. What you’re holding in your hands is the only piece of the other Kingscholar’s you’ve ever gotten so close to. The letter is tucked away before you give the suggestion a second thought. 

“You came all this way, I might as well.” 

“You just wanna read it, huh?” 

“And you wouldn’t?”

Ruggie laughs at that, turning to the door with a shake of his head. “There’s a reason curiosity killed the cat. Something’s I’d rather not know.”

______________________________________________________________________________

“Took you long enough.”

Warm arms circle your waist as you enter the room, dragging you backwards until you hit the plushness of his sheets. He’s practically on top of you. Flush against him, back to chest. His head finds its way to the crook of your neck and you can feel the sigh he releases on the wisps of your hair. The softness of his tail curling around your ankle.

Leona’s tone is scalding, but the delicate possessiveness of his actions tell you otherwise.

You turn your head. Heavy olive irises sharpen as you place the letter between the both of you. “I got caught up.”

Groaning, he’s quick to toss it on the nightstand before burrowing himself further into your neck. With you two so close, sheets ballooned around you, a drowsy warmth fills you. It’s hard not to fall into it.

“That’s the last thing I need right now.” He huffs.

You raise a brow. “You haven’t even read it.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s the same old shtick. Naggin’ me to come for break.” 

He sighs. “If it was up to me I’d just stay here.”

“Aw, you’d miss me that much?” You tease, yelping as he pinches your side. The laugh pulled from his lips ease into a yawn.

“In your dreams.” Leona exhales. His breath evens out, warm against the shell of your ear as he’s lulled into sleep. 

And that was that.

In your position on the bed, you have a perfect view of the nightstand, eyes catching the glimmer of gold ribbon in the dim light.

Coming to Twisted Wonderland, you’ve constantly been thrusted into the most asinine of situations all while being told to keep your head down and leave things where they lie.

But you're a curious sort by nature. It’s a hunger, insatiable in its pursuit to pick everything apart, examine every crack and rough edge, feel the grain against the pad of your fingers, piece by piece. You’ve disrupted the debased philosophies of Night Raven College’s elite because you’re always pushing for more, not settling for less.

This is not something you are ashamed of.

Yet, as you stare at the envelope in front of you, you can’t help but feel hesitant.

Leona is an enigma, an ever changing labyrinth. The moment you think you have him figured out, the layout changes and you’re back at square one. And it leaves you starved.

You want to know him, yearn to trace his patterns like the dips in the back of your hand; know where each curve started, why it ends, and swallow it whole to keep wherever you go.

 You also know this: if you push too far Leona will close himself away and never let you see these parts of him ever again. And you’ve grown greedy.

(Something’s I’d rather not know)

You grab the envelope.

The ribbon gives easily enough, and you’re met with letter after letter, all scrawled in messy print. You realize these were written by Cheka– asking his uncle how he’s doing, when he’s coming to visit, and what he’s been up to at the palace since the last time Leona saw him. On the bottom of some of the pages were crayon drawings: portraits of his parents and scenes of Leona and him together, exploring the palace or traveling through the city. 

As you sift through, a paper falls into your lap. 

It’s a photograph of Cheka and who you’d assume to be his parents. The man in the photo is laughing, light smile lines gracing his face. Cheka’s in his arms, and the woman beside them looks at the sight with fondness. The background is flooded with the country’s namesake- an assortment of orange, yellow, and pinks kaleidoscopes together in a painting of the setting sun. It looks homey, tender and inviting, and you can’t help the smile that curls around your lips.

You’d love to be there, surrounded in that warmth.

 Leona’s scoff makes you jump, looking over at him, and his bleary eyes meet your stare. His expression was mostly hidden in the depth of your shoulder but he didn’t look pleased. You didn’t realize you said the words aloud, or that your movements woke him.

“Go be a comedian if you wanna start telling jokes.” He grunts. You turn yourself in his grasp to face him fully and his arms tighten their hold. His hair is mused with sleep, blanketing the pillows beneath. Your hands itch to touch it.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea,” You insisted. He scowls at this, tail shifting back and forth beneath the sheets. “ I want to see the Afterglow Savannah, the palace, your family. It'd be nice to know where you grew up.”

The message is quiet. You do not tell me enough.

Leona grows silent. Contemplative. He knows when you get like this, stuck on an idea that overrules your every action, close to nothing can convince you otherwise. 

He told you once that’s a trait he liked about you in the best of times. 

( ‘But half the time it just makes you hard headed’ he said, and snickered at your glare.)

Leona knows you well, too well. Usually this would bring a coy flush to your face, but you couldn’t help but grimace at the thought.

“I just want to know more about you.” You admit. 

“You could just ask.”

“Like you’d tell me.”

He says nothing, looking through you, deep in thought. Leona doesn’t seem annoyed by your probing, but something about the furrow in his brows looks resigned. Bitter.

“There’s nothing worth seeing.” He bites out. “It’s a bunch of royals too stuck up to see past their ivory towers.”

The photo; the honest smiles and laughter.

“I’m sure there’s more than that.” You contend.

Something bubbles forth in him. A dark quality you haven't seen before. He growls deep in his throat. It’s too low for your ears to catch, but you feel it reverberate through the bed and into your chest. 

“ Yeah, the stupid age old rules they hide behind–and they're sure to ostracize anyone who steps outside it.”  He meets your gaze.“Birth order is the only thing that matters. If you’re not first then you’re nothing.”

 The vitriol in his tone catches you off guard, and the words fall away from your mouth before you can stop yourself.

“Do you hate the Afterglow Savannah?” 

Instead of the eruption of anger you expected, the brewing storm leaves him sullen.

You regret it as soon as it passed through your lips

“You really don’t let up do you?” He sighs. Leona’s voice is oddly gentle. You wait for the other shoe to drop; anger, arrogance–anything. But it never comes. His arms move you so you’re in your original position, back to chest, as if the conversation never happened. Except this time, he curls himself into you– his body hiding you away, swallowing you whole.

“Stop worrying about it.” He mumbles. “Hurry up and sleep.”

You don’t. You spend that afternoon staring at the photo, tracing over their juvenile smiles.

Leona’s was not one of them.

TBC

[viperbunnies]

I’d love to see Leona in your style if you’re still taking requests! 🦁💜

Ty for the request!

Leonie… kittyy…

[blind0raven]

You guys really forget that Grim is a cat still right?

You're just waving food infront of him

While Grim after he got told about the tuna fish

NO FUCK YOU

CAN'T YOU SEE IM BUSY HAVING ANOTHER MOMENT OF "WE SHOULDN'T HAVE COME HERE!!!!"

[zippidi-dooda]

Our time has come

News came out like yrs ago, then nothing till now, had kinda forgotten about it but oh my goodness

Malleus so sad but Riddle lookin right at us nd he don't look smug or mad so that's nice

Curious if they'll follow the manga on how the include yuu (like multiple yuu's) and if the small details will be more like the game

En please don't change designs and names like in the game

Anyways, gonna proceed to tell everyone

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Trey, Leona: The Cat's Meow

Ooooh, I see the vision now... Maybe?? It looks like each member of the same dorm might have a similar default image in the bottom frame of their initial art? Both Ace and Trey have the Queen of Hearts… I guess we’ll have to wait until Cater’s birthday to see if the pattern keeps up?

nfdbwjccwbxgak How fitting to see Trey posed alongside a painting of the Cheshire Cat considering who he’s childhood friends with… and also that Trey’s VA also goices Lucius www (Side note: they fr always gotta have Trey claim he’s “normal” right before he pulls the sussy face which is most certainly NOT normal 😭)

A Tale as Old as Time.

A rotund feline stood on hind legs in a platinum frame, one paw curled under its round chin and resting on its fluffy tail, the other flicked out in a devil-may-care gesture. Purple, pink, purple, pink—its fur was striped in a repeating pattern. Eyes raised upward, the cat looked inquisitive among the gnarled trees, as if posing a riddle to the viewer. Why is a raven like a writing desk?, perhaps.

Huh, I wonder what he's wondering about. Trey rested his chin in one hand as he pondered the painting—and the question.

The longer he gazed at the cat, the more familiar its silly smile seemed to be. How difficult he was to read. A thought crept up on him, one lazy stride at a time.

"... Reminds me of a certain guy," he muttered.

"I hope you’re not talking about me," came a sarcastic drawl from beside him. It, too, was cat-like in its own right, a different flavor of feline: more languid than whimsical. “Because I won’t be laughing like a hyena at jokes made in poor taste.”

"Leona." Trey immediately made to step back, making space for the dorm leader. Leona's immense presence practically demanded it. "No, of course not. I was thinking about a childhood friend.“

“Hmph. You’ve got a childhood friend like this?” He made a face at the Cheshire Cat. A frown to challenge its foolhardy grin. “… Now I almost feel sorry for you, having to put up with a guy like that.”

“Oh, Chenya’s not that bad,” Trey said dismissively. “He’s a troublemaker, sure—but he’s got a good heart beneath all of that, and he wouldn’t hurt a fly. The worst is gets up to is playing a trick or two and stealing snacks.”

“What an exciting life,” Leona snorted, clearly not convinced. “He sounds like a real rascal for his age.”

“Like you wouldn’t believe. Sometimes it feels like he never really grew up from the times him, Riddle, and I were rolling around in clover fields and stuffing our faces with cake. Still, he’s our friend—even if we’re far apart for schooling.”

“It was already hard enough to believe you’d be friends with him, but Riddle too?” A smirk rose on Leona’s lips. “Life works in mysterious ways.”

There was a chuckle from Trey. “Ahahah… Does it surprise you? We all come from the same hometown. The community there’s very welcoming. I guess that’s why we ended up reaching out to Riddle one day and… I’m sure you know how the rest of that story goes.”

He didn’t—and nor did he care to know, so he said nothing. Instead, Leona inclined his head. In the dimness of the museum, his eyes glinted a bright green.

He gave a command.

“… Oi, herbivore. Tell me more about this hometown of yours. Tell me what it’s like.”

Trey blinked, slightly flabbergasted at what he was hearing. Leona stared at him expectantly. He clicked his tongue.

“Well? Don’t keep me waiting.“

Huh, I didn’t think of Leona as the curious type. If that’s what he wants though, who am I to deny it?

“Okay. so…”

Trey returned a hand to his chin. His words, he considered. How to best arrange them to paint the most flattering photo?

Green, so much green. A scattering of red dotting the landscape. Saturation, cheer. Something warm and fuzzy whenever he imagined those scenes—like the sun upon his face.

“Imagine a place bursting with flowers. Every color, every shape, every smell. Some remind you of cotton candy that rots your teeth, others of old shoes and skunk."

Leona's sensitive nose wrinkled at the suggestion. "Real poetic there."

Trey continued. "Everyone knows each other not because the community is small--I'd say it's a decent size?--but because people see each other and talk. They ask how you are, how your family and business are doing. They come over with a platter of cookies to welcome new neighbors, ask if your kids want to come over and play with theirs."

Fond memories played out in his head: the time he had eaten a whole bottle of mustard to prove a point, messing up his signature spell and imparting a loaf of bread with a bad flavor, his first cake at four years old. Everyone had told him he had such talent for baking--but looking back on it, hadn't his "cake" been a lumpy, gooey mess?

"You could screw up pretty badly and they'd still pat you on the head and tell you it's fine, it's just an honest mistake or what a good job you did. My parents are like that too. It must come with the territory."

Leona listened and nodded to every piece of information Trey presented. He appeared bemused as he watched the vice dorm leader, a fleck of sunlight caught in his emerald eyes. Like that of a silent predator stalking innocent prey.

“How picturesque. No wonder you’re so well-adjusted and normal,” Leona purred, his gaze half-lidded. “It must be the power of true love at work.”

“You could say that. The community I grew up in was very loving and supportive. I’m thankful for that.” Trey smirked so briefly that onlookers could have easily missed it. "... It lets me get away with a whole lot more."

"You don't strike me as the kind of guy to act out."

"Not often," Trey corrected. "Only little acts when it's deserved."

"You and your bleeding heart." Leona's scoff gave way to an eerie quiet. From it came a soft, contemplative sigh. "... Must be nice, being able to afford to live so contentedly."

"Ah, you probably didn't have that kind of luxury," Trey recognized. "The life of a prince is different from us common folk."

"There’s pressure to perform and social politics to navigate. Complicated webs that span several circles, grace and relations to uphold, airs to wear. Aaaah, it’s such a drag," the lion beastman groaned.

"Yeah, I can imagine that." Trey smiled sympathetically. "But even though we come from very different places, I'm sure that you also had loving and supportive people in your life, Leona. Everyone does."

"Hah. Are you listening to yourself? You sound as mad as him." Leona jabbed at thumb at the Cheshire Cat. "It's the first-born prince--the one destined to be king--that they all adore."

“… That’s not completely true, is it?” Trey adjusted his glasses. A stray beam of light reflected off the face of them, casting the glass in pure white for a fraction of a second.

The reason Leona was asking about my hometown... It must be genuine curiosity. He's never known something like it. But the fact that he asked must mean he wants to learn, right?

The prince's eyes were angry, suspicious slivers now. "What are you suggesting?"

“I heard from Ace and Deuce that you have a cute little nephew that adores you. A lot of the Savanaclaw underclassman as well. And from Lilia—there’s a grand chamberlain you used to be close with as a kid. Playing chess and getting you out of trouble. Your brother too, he must care for..."

Leona bared his teeth, raised his voice. "Don't act like you know--"

Me. What I've been through, what I've suffered.

"Whoa, whoa!" Trey held up both hands. "Sorry. I said too much. I shouldn't have let my own curiosity get the better of me."

A growl--colored with residual anger--emanated from Leona's throat. "If you understand that, then don't stick your hand into a lion's den a second time."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Trey pulled back, the fingers of one hand curling into a loose first. The other hand found its way to perching at his waist as he leaned his body forward. He attempted an apologetic confession--but instead produced something slightly sinister.

"What are you doing now?"

"Cat to cat communication," Trey said, deadly serious. "You know, like 'nyah'!"

A pause.

"... Is that good enough of an apology?" Trey inquired.

"Don't screw with me," Leona muttered, batting away at his peer's poised "paw". "In the first place, your posture's all wrong. Are you trying to piss me off?"

"Looks like I failed to lighten the mood."

"You're really terrible at it," Leona grumbled under his breath. "You sure that childhood friend of yours is the troublemaker of the group? Cuz to me, I see another troublemaker in the trio."

"I'm a normal high school boy. You even said it yourself."

"And which one of us started meowing at the other out of the blue?" Leona expertly countered.

Trey stifled his voice, which had started to work its way up into an awkward laugh. "Pfft, alright. Point taken."

"Here I was, thinking you were 'normal'," Leona simpered. "The red young master sure has a way with picking the company he keeps. You're all odd to balance out his rationale."

"That's the role a card soldier plays for his queen. Friend, baker, cat, trump card--I'm here to be them all."

[hoshimochicchi]

#3 Incorrect Quotes: Twisted Wonderland (feat. Leonayuu!!)

*Ace, Deuce, and Grim are laying down on the ground exhausted while Jack is scolding them*

Sebek: What happened to those idiots this time?

Jack: Prefect beat them up for giving them and Leona matching shirts.

Epel: Well that doesn���t seem to bad though?

*Jack points to a blushing Yuu and a smug Leona a little further away*

Yuu: *wearing a shirt that says “I’m Yuu the fucking therapist”*

Leona: *wearing a shirt that says “I’m fucking Yuu the therapist”*

Sebek: Oh.

Epel: Well to be fair they had it coming.

this is just a little filler thingy bc ive been procrastinating my other drafts, also i noticed my twisted wonderland post was getting a lot of likes (for me anyways its alot) so yeah

[thatlioninthecorner]

TWISTED WONDERLAND BUT AS DYED HARD BOILED EASTER EGGS?!

Made these last night with my sister @pufftheninja 😆 I made the Braincell Duo and Leona while she made Riddle, Malleus, Vil, and Idia

I ate Leona 🙂