#YALL I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR ALL THIS LOVE

[miss-tc-nova]

With Reckless Choices - Leona Kingscholar x Reader Pt 11

We might be getting a smidge repetitive here, but I really REALLY wanted to break some things. I like this one though :3

Anyway, welcome to the New Year yall!

Premise: Leona goes to a party he should not have

Words: 1,155

Music Inspirations: WITHOUT YOU - The Kid LAROI

~~~Our Rightful Places~~~

               The Kingscholars wait their turn to be announced at the ball. Though he cares not for his appearance, Leona endures the fussing of his sister-in-law over his outfit. Though she’d normally scold him for his lackluster effort, she’s being abnormally kind. Likely out of pity. Not that he cares.

               No, Leona Kingscholar is only here for one thing.

               His own pathetic feelings.

               The ones that showed him true happiness. The ones that showed him unconditional love. The ones that left him gutted and empty. The ones that confined him to his room for months.

               The ones that broke him.

               Even so, in his broken, sorry state, Leona could not stay away. Even as his head told him it was pointless and wrong, he hesitated not a single second to accept his brother’s invitation to join them. His family is none the wiser to the damage he’s about to wreak on his own heart; they’re just happy he’s left his room.

               The gentleman announcing the guests speaks briefly with Falena before nodding and stepping inside the ballroom.

               "His Majesty Falena Kingscholar and Queen Consort Sanaa Kingscholar of the Sunset Savana, accompanied by his Royal Highnesses Prince Cheka Kingscholar and Prince Leona Kingscholar.”

               The second that they step inside, whispers infest the room—all regarding Leona. Sure he may be all dressed up in custom formal attire, but he looks like shit. No doubt his clothes are loose on him due to the lost weight and it probably shows in his face. There’s no more shine in his hair and his skin is somewhat pale. Yet for the way Leona looks, he feels significantly worse.

               However, he gives no heed to the gossip filling the room. Instead, his gaze is glued firmly to the back of his brother’s head. He’s struggling to keep it there. Feeling that aura, however, knowing that the person that ruined his life is at the head of the room, is killing him inside.

               The group stops at the far end of the room. Falena congratulates the guest of honor on his nation’s behalf as servants bring in the gifts prepared by the Kingscholars. The family bows in reverence and moves out of the way for the next guests.

               As his back straightens, that’s when Leona lifts his head. Their eyes meet. He notes something distinctly not the hatred he expected. He discerns nothing else before he follows his family out of the way.

               Leona waits beside his family as the welcoming continues. He notices frequent glances in his direction, only through glances of his own as he tries to simply keep his head down. He shouldn’t be here.

               The Master of Ceremonies thanks everyone for attending on behalf of the Draconias and invites everyone to indulge in conversation, refreshments, and dance. Falena and Sanaa begin to mingle with others and, again Leona hears the murmurs not to him, but about him. This is where he excuses himself from the socializing.

               His wandering gives him time to attempt convincing himself to leave. Coming here itself was a bad idea that he shouldn’t be tempting—it’s only going to hurt more.

               He finds his way out onto a balcony, the cool air caressing his skin. Moonlight showers the city below, looking elegant in its celebratory decoration. It sort of reminds him of last time he was here.

               “It’s been a while.”

               Oh Seven, he could just jump the balcony now. Muscles go rigid, trying desperately not to turn around. Meanwhile, his heart crawls into his throat, threatening to suffocate him.

               “How have you been?”

               His jaw clenches tighter. He can’t speak—who knows what he’ll say.

               “Leona?”

               He hears the footsteps approach and turns to back away. Where he expected fury and disgust, he finds sorrow. Somehow, it hurts more than the hatred.

               “Oh my clever kitty.” The pity burns.

               A hand reaches out and while Leona yearns to feel that touch again, his logic jerks him back. Clenching fists shake at his sides and ears lie flat against his skull. He feels like a cub again—learning his place in the hierarchy and knowing he can’t have the crown.

               Pain sparks in those eyes, but the hand retreats.

               A crack sneaks into the words. “This isn’t what I wanted.”

               Finally, something strikes.

               “This isn’t what you wanted?” His voice rasps. “This isn’t what you wanted when you called me a lazy, petty piece of shit? When you went about your happy perfect life while I spent the last year in hell? This isn’t what you wanted me to become?!”

               “Leona—”

               “Save it! I shoulda just stuck to the plan and dumped you the moment I got that kiss!” The recoil inflicted reflects just a fraction of the pain he feels. “At least then—!"

               “Is there a problem here?” Of course that fucking lizard would show up at a time like this.

               “No,” Leona snaps back.

               “Are you sure? It seems to me that you still harbor some shameful feelings.”

               Those words rake claws against his bleeding heart. That along with a guilty grimace is all Leona needs to know what happened.

               “You knew.”

               “Of course I knew.”

               Defeat tastes like bile. “And you just let it happen?”

               The dragon almost seems bored. “I was curious to see to what ends you would go for something so trivial.” Seeing the fae's hand draw in the one he loves makes him want to fight. “But such trifles could not continue once we were wed. This is my derolyle after all.”

               Derolyle…Derolyle.

               He’s heard that before.

               Oh.

               His teeth bare. “That’s what your partner means to you? That’s all you see?” His wrath turns on the one that broke his heart. “And you! You’re gonna stay with this bastard who views you as just some thing?! You were willing to throw away everything for this bullshit joke of a marriage?! And for what?! Because some stupid monarchy told you to?! Because the crown dictates your fate?! I—”

               This anguish is squeezing down on his lungs, but he swallows his next words. Instead, sand swirls at his feet. The dragon's head raises in warning. In his arm, the fae royal pulls closer his spouse while his other hand draws the staff he’s fully prepared to use. But Leona is broken. He has nothing left to lose and dragging his claws across a dragon’s face sounds like a good way to go.

               “Leona!”

               There’s still a hold on him; no matter how much he wishes there wasn’t. The fear in his name causes him hesitation.

That is his undoing.

               Hands against his chest shove him back. Feet stutter and elbows scrape against the floor. When his eyes open, he sees the worry manifested on the face that haunts his dreams. Worst of all, it’s pity that looks down on him as the portal between them disappears, leaving the wounded lion in his room in Sunrise City.

               Abandoned.

~~~~~

Part 12 (Coming Soon)

Nova’s Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

[nickorite]

Just gotta say, you deserve the praise :3 your artstyle IS really cool and neat and I gotta say I feel giddy whenever I see your art on my dash!

BRO I WAS JUST WRITING THE REBLOG ABT YOUR ART!!1!!

But thank youuuuuu lol :DDDDD you already know I notice ya every time ya reblog cause I love reading ya tags, and I don’t think I needa reiterate how cool of a person I think ya are as the first person in the community to talk to me :DDDD you’re a real one saisk, I never thought people would look forward to seeing my art on their dash AHHHH that makes me feel so happy!!! Thank yaaaa :DDD

[luminique]

its the new year here so happy new year everyone !!

i would like to take a moment to really thank everyone that has shown support for my posts. whether that be for lighter, harumasa, wrio, or any other posts of mine. i only got into writing this year and especially with lighter’s release, i am so happy that everyone’s been enjoying it.

i hope this new year brings me more inspiration to keep writing and i am able to improve my skills. live laugh love fictional characters <3

[invinciblerodent]

[marimeeko]

As a multishipper I'm thinking about something. As a BKDK fan, I am, I guess preparing for a possibility?

I had a thought with this last chapter, and how this battle is literally about to end. That we are indeed at the very end of the line.

And I am thinking of the "Do your best, Izuku" theme and how everyone started chiming in on it, how it has become basically the closing motif to the battle. And how Tenya brought up the OG, ochako, who said the "Deku" seemed to her like "Do your best", and of course, ochako is seen saying the same.

So my thought is, if Hori is going for a Izu Ocha ending, this might be how it comes about.

(I am not saying it's one hundred percent satisfying, bc once again, Izuku has shown virtually no interest in her beyond friendship, and the relationship, to me, is still thematically and developmentally, one sided.)

So I don't know if hori is going to go with the idea that "do your best" bringing the relationship of Izu Ocha to the forefront after kicking it to the side for so long...but I guess I can see the thematic possibility he MAY be going for if that is the case.

Once again, I am hoping it's not a blatant thing, if anything I'd like no pairing to be outright "canon". Realistically I think that may be the case. Simply bc izu ocha just doesn't have enough reciprocity behind it and, bakudeku...well, obviously is highly unlikely due to the nature of Shonen/cultural precedence by very reason of it being Queer.

I am just thinking about the whole thing and it may be where Izu Ocha enters the Chat again.

As always I am letting Hori cook, and tempering expectations. I don't dislike Izu Ocha so I won't be terribly bummed out, I just wish there was a little more developed into it(namely, on izukus side)

As I always disclaim, it's Horis story to tell, and I am here to read it, and I'm not stopping now.

[separatist-apologist]

What do you think about the theory that Rhysand was never supposed to be the main love interest? I can kind of see it, but was curious about your thoughts.

I disagree vehemently, and I would argue that there were a million obvious hints in ACOTAR that show Feyre was always going to end up with Rhysand. I think two things can be true: that she loved him and he was always going to be her first love AND that Rhysand was always meant to be her last love.

But just to back it up:

As early as page 15, the infamous:

I slung off my outer clothes onto the sagging dresser- frowning at the violets and roses I'd painted around the knobs of Elain's drawer, the crackling flames I'd painted around Nesta's, and the night sky-whorls of yellow stars standing in for white- around mine.



And then again, on page 31 when discussing why she'd chosen Isaac as a lover:

Relatively handsome, soft-spoken and reserved, but with a sort of darkness running beneath it all that had drawn us to each other, that shared understanding of how wretches our lives were and would always be.

When Lucien pays Feyre his backhanded compliment on page 53, he uses familiar night imagery often used to describe Feyre:

Your eyes are like stars, and your hair like burnished gold.

Here, on page 87, an amusing bit of foreshadowing about Feyre's future:

Prythian was ruled by seven High Lords- perhaps this she was whoever governed this territory; if not a High Lord, then a High Lady. If that was even possible.

When Feyre is faced with the Bogge and wants to look, she soothes herself (pg. 90):

I stared at the coarse trunk of a distant elm, thinking of pleasant things. Like hot bread and full bellies....A starry, unclouded night sky, peaceful and glittering and endless.

On 116, when Feyre finds the map of Pyrthian of all 7 territories, only one is spared any detail outside of the place she currently resides:

The other six courts of Prythian occupied a patchwork of territories. Autumn, Summer, and Winter were easy to pick out. Then above them, two glowing courts: the southernmost one a softer, redder palate the Dawn Court; above, in bright gold and yellow and blue, the Day Court. And above that, perched in a frozen mountainous spread of darkness and stars, the sprawling, massive territory of the Night Court. There were things in the shadows between those mountains- little eyes, gleaming teeth. A land of lethal beauty.

On 125, Feyre considers what she might want if she were immortal:

Did Tamlin or Lucien ever grow tired of day after day of eternal spring, or ever venture into the other territories, if only to experience a different season? I wouldn't have minded endless, mild spring while looking after my family- winter brought us dangerously close too death every year- but if I were immortal, I might want a little variation to pass the time. I'd probably want to do more than lurk about a manor house, too.

The first time Feyre really starts to relax around Tamlin and find joy in Prythian and her circumstances is at the pool made of starlight, which is such a long passage I'm just glossing over. Tamlin does comment she makes TWO jokes that day, and I'm choosing to draw a parallel between this moment and in ACOMAF when Feyre smiles for the first time after her ordeal under the mountain during Starfall. Feyre feels most at peace surrounded by starlight. [pg 159ish]

On 169, when Feyre thinks of her nightmares:

And though my dreams continued to be plagued by the deaths I'd witnessed, the deaths I'd caused, and the horrible, pale woman ripping me to shreds- all watched over by a shadow I could never quite glimpse-I slowly stopped being so afraid.

When Feyre can't stay away on Calanmai / mating bond language that SJM loves (pg. 183):

There was a string- a string tied to my gut that pulled me toward those hills, commanding me to go, to hear the faerie drums...

And then obviously this, on page 188:

Standing before me was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen

Like Feyre, Rhys is couched in Night imagery (pg. 189):

As if he'd been molded from the night itself I could have sworn tendrils of star-kissed night railed in his wake (190)

On 235, when Rhys goes to visit Tamlin, he alludes to the fact that he has his reasons for aligning with Amarantha, which are later explained in ACOMAF:

Her whore I might be, but not without my reasons

Also Feyre describing Rhys through the entirety of the scene in the Spring Court dining room is like...a brick to the face (starting page 234): 

Rhysand smiled- heartbreaking in its beauty.

His voice dropped to a whisper- an erotic caress of sound that brought heat to my cheeks

Rhysand laughed- a lovers laugh, low and soft and intimate

And from the way darkness seemed to ripple off him, from those violet eyes that burned like stars...

No- I would never dare to pain that dark, immortal grace-

Rhysand, when he realizes Feyre (who he is beginning to suspect might be his mate) is there (pg. 237):

A flicker of excitement- perhaps even disbelief- flashed across his features

Again, described in the same night imagery:

The sunlight didn't gleam on the metallic threads of his tunic, as if i balked from the darkness pulsing from him

on 310, when Amarantha demands Rhys explain the mix-up with humans, she thinks this when he lies:

Humans all look alike...I didn't believe him for a second. Rhysand knew exactly how I looked- he'd recognized me that day at the manor.

On 312, once again hating Rhys but thinking this about him:

She must have allowed him more power than the others, then, if he could still inflict such harm while leashed to her. Or else his power before she'd stolen it had been...extraordinary, for this to be considered the basest remains.

The obvious on 328:

"Yes, I'd say almost my entire court bet on you dying within the firs minute; some said you'd last five, and"- she urned over the paper- "and just one person said you would win."

Amarantha frowned at her list, and she waved a hand. "Take her away. I tire of her mundane face. " She clenched the arms of her throne hard enough that the whites of her knuckles showed. "Rhysand, come here."

The bargain of chapter 37, too numerous to detail (this is already so long)

The entire scene of Feyre in his bedroom, but especially this on page 342:

Indeed, it was still Rhysand's face, his powerful male body, but flaring out behind him were massive black, membraneous wings- like a bat's, like the Attor's. He tucked them in neatly behind him, but the single claw at the apex of each peeked over his broad shoulders. Horrific, stunning- the face of a thousand nightmares and dreams. That again-useless part of me stirred at the sight, the way the candlelight shone through the wings, illuminating the veins, the way it bounced off his talons.

344:

They grabbed for me, but he bared his teeth in a mile that was anything but friendly- and they halted. "No more household chores, no more tasks," he said, his voice an erotic caress. Their yellow eyes went glazed and dull, their sharp teeth gleaming as their mouths slackened. "Tell the others, too. Stay out of her cell. And don't touch her. If you do, you're to take your own daggers and gut yourselves. Understood?

When Rhys is trying to get a rise out of both Amarantha AND Tamlin on 349:

The Faerie Queen straightened a little bit- even Jurian's eye seemed fixated on me, on Rhysand. For the rest of my life- he said it as if it were going to be a long, long while. He thought I was going to beat her tasks.

Page 355, when they're talking (more mating bond foreshadowing):

Sadness flickered in those violet eyes. I wouldn't have noticed it had I had not...felt it-deep inside me.

His help in the second task, but especially this pep talk when she's breaking down over the thought of nearly dying on 366:

Don't let her see you cry. Put your hands a your sides and stand up. Stand. Don't give her the satisfaction of seeing you break. Good. Stare her down- no tears. wait until you're back in your cell. Count to ten. Don't look at Tamlin. Just stare at her. Good girl. Now walk away. Turn on your heel- good. Walk toward the door. Keep your chin high. Let the crowd part. One step after another.

369, this feels blatant:

It took me a long while too realize that Rhysand, whether he knew it or not, had effectively kept me from shattering completely.

Rhys visiting Feyre after that kiss and explaining why he's been making her dance, and what he hopes to accomplish on page 384:

Regardless of his motives or his methods, Rhysand was keeping me alive. And had done so even before I set foot Under the Mountain.

-and-

"When you healed my arm...You didn't need to bargain with me. You could have demanded every single week of the year." My brows knit together as he turned, already half-consumed by the dark. "Every single week, and I would have said yes. " It wasn't entirely a question, but I needed the answer.

A half smile appeared on his sensuous lips. "I know," he said, and vanished.

390:

Darkness rippled near the throne, and then Rhysand was here, arms crossed- as if he'd moved to better see. His face was a mask of disinterest, but my hand tingled. Do it, the tingling said.

394, Feyre once again drawing our attention to Rhysand during this horrible moment:

Rhysand's face had gone pale- so, so pale.

399, obvious foreshadowing:

Rhysand yelled my name again- yelled it as though he cared

400-401, more mating bond language:

Rhys's arms buckled as he fought to rise, and blood dripped from his nose, splattering on the marble. His eyes met mine. The bond between us went taut. I flashed between my body and his, seeing myself through his eyes, bleeding and broken and sobbing.

Chapter 45, when Feyre is dead but tethered to Rhys's soul, like COME ON.

412, more mating bond language as Feyre goes to Rhys:

I was pulled from sleep by something tugging at my middle, a thread deep inside.

414-415, two final scenes:

"You never told me you loved the wings- or the flying." No, he'd made his shape shifting seem...base, useless, boring.

He shrugged. Everything I love has always had a tendency to be taken from me. I tell very few about the winds. Or the flying."

-and then-

His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock- pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled.

Sorry this was so long. It escaped me BUT Feysand was always right there from the beginning. They were always going to be together, from book 1. SJM is a fated mates writer, and I think it's a blatant misrepresentation of the book she wrote to say ACOMAF is a retcon, and Feysand was never going to happen. People are free to disagree with me, of course, and say I'm wrong (but I'm not).

[lunearobservatory]

florida's weird kids 💕 mami and orla

ought gfu k fuck there's THREE of them !!!!! AAA

[2aceofspades]

... i decoded the Morse Code

Should I be scared?

Nononono I can explain!

Okay, so I hope I explain this well, but I was watching Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse. And, um...I got emotional, so I had to take a break to draw. That's why I drew this:

I was feeling feels so I just...drew...? And I used morse code just cuz. That's all.

Actually...the solo Raph sketch and the page of Raph and Leo were all done on breaks from watching the movie...heh. So...no need to be scared, don't worry 👍✨

[sukibenders]

"Ariel was stupid like she gave up her life in the ocean for a boy-" Well, if you actually watch the movie, before she even meets Eric, Arield shows interest in going to the surface and learning the ways of the humans. She collects artifacts and hides them, along with her trips to the surface from her father, who is prone to anger and hates her interest. He blows up her cave filled with said artifacts and bans her from ever going back to the surface (and seeing Eric, but the surface aspect and him go hand and hand). You want me to believe that you wouldn't book it at the first opportunity you got? Like yeah, the context of the deal was sketchy as hell, but when your dad is the literal ruler of all the seas you don't have many options. Also, in the sequel, Ariel is still connected to the ocean and can go back, especially after Ursula's sister dies so, in all honesty, my girl still wins in the end.

[rottiens]

Did you ever self-insert into SnK? If yes, what was your backstory? What was your rank? What was your casual outfit like? And who was your bae? 👀

[luvologyy]

WHERE DID 102 OF U GUYS COME FROM??

Also, TYSM FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS!! I'm so grateful for all of you🥹

[megamindsecretlair]

Im baaaack 😍 well, at least back home. Picked up a nasty cold on vacay so not sure when fics will resume. But yall been busy 👀 whoever sent me the anon ask....ya nasty 🥴 and I love you for it 😚

Also, Ive seem to have picked up some new people. Thank you 😍😍 and I hope this reaches you in time. If theres no age in ya bio, I will block in the coming days. So...do with that what you will. Im trynna make sure my blog is safe for everyone.

Also, best way to motivate writers is to share what you loved about the fic. If ive never seen anything from you and you ask for the next chapter....why though lol. Who is ya?

[loisiru]

Spent the past few days watching Layers of Fear (2023) walkthroughs

[thedeadthree]

🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨

AIRIKA HI TY TYY DEAR this is the cutest thank youu and i hope ur well!! i adore yelling about tunes EEEK 🥀💌☺️

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 — hozier, bear mcreary.

𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 — charli xcx.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 — cocteau twins.

𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 — the crane wives.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 — ramin djawadi.

[sunbloomdew]

such a sick Nami moment that i absolutely adored in the Skypeia Arc. i think it was really powerful for Nami, a character with a very strong will and dedication to her goals, to give up on said goals because if she can't stay with her friends there's truly nothing she wants at all. it's so amazing to witness how much she grew to care for the crew.

one of the many reasons she is my favorite strawhat.

clip source as in the site and episode, i clipped that myself edit: the site got taken down-

[flowersofevilvn]

Gotta say the "customizable genitals" thing in the kinks post you wrote made me giggle (mostly because the thought of a clown making balloon animals came to mind...but we don't need to get into that)

Ahshjdjd laDIES AND GENTLEFOLK-

THE DICC!