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One Date and a Lifetime: Leona Kingscholar x reader

You have chosen Leona! ; aka the times Leona-i-don't-care Kingscholar puts in effort for you;

1k masterlist ; Prologue

You never thought Leona would actually take this date seriously. Honestly, when you first call him, you half expect him to suggest, "Let's just take a nap or something." Instead, his voice is low and smug, almost purring through the phone.

“Sure. I’ll pick you up later. Be ready.”

And just like that, he hangs up before you can ask for specifics. Typical. You're prepared for some half-hearted effort involving him dragging you to a secluded spot to nap under the stars or something like that. But then, a knock sounds at the door of Ramshackle, and there stands Ruggie with a bouquet.

“These are from Leona,” Ruggie says with a grin that’s two parts mischievous, one part disbelief. “He told me to get the ‘good ones,’ whatever that means. I charged him double, by the way.”

You take the flowers, cheeks warming, trying not to feel too charmed by the fact that the laziest lion you know thought to send you flowers. “Compensation good?”

“Let’s just say I’m eating like royalty tonight.” Ruggie winks before scampering off, probably with plans to milk his housewarden’s generosity for the rest of the week.

When Leona finally arrives at your doorstep, you're stunned into silence. He’s dressed to kill, sharp black slacks, a sleek button-up rolled at the sleeves. Effortlessly regal.

"You..." You blink. "You’re somehow even prettier than usual. How is that fair?"

He grumbles, averting his gaze, but you catch the way his chest puffs out just a little. “Tch. Cut it out.”

“Admit it—you love the compliments,” you tease, looping your arm around his as you step outside.

Leona scoffs but doesn’t pull away. “You gonna keep flattering me all night, or are we leaving?”

And so begins the wildest date you could have imagined: Leona, the notorious nap king, escorting you to a local festival, of all things.

You glance up at him as you stroll through the brightly lit stalls. “I thought you hated crowds.”

“I do,” he replies, but then adds in a gruff mutter, “It’s fine if it’s with you.”

Your heart skips a beat. You're lucky he looks so good because you might’ve fainted on the spot otherwise.

At one of the stalls, you spot a mountain of cotton candy, pastel pink and blue fluff that looks like it’ll melt if you so much as breathe on it. You buy a stick and tear off a piece, holding it up to Leona.

“C’mon, try it.”

He eyes the sugary fluff suspiciously. “That’s just sugar and air.”

“Exactly. Now open up.”

With an exaggerated groan, Leona leans down, and you pop the piece into his mouth. His brow furrows as he chews. “Way too sweet.”

But the next time you hold up another piece, he still eats it, grumbling under his breath about “sugar addicts.” You don’t miss the tiny, fond smile that sneaks onto his face, though.

As you continue through the festival, you spot a prize stall lined with plushies, including a little dragon that immediately catches your eye.

“I need that,” you say, determination sparking.

You try... and fail. Repeatedly. Leona watches your attempts with a smirk, arms crossed like he’s enjoying the show.

When you lose for the fifth time, he sighs dramatically. “Move.”

He steps up to the game and, with one smooth flick of his wrist, nails it on the first try. But instead of the dragon plush, he gives the attendant a lazy grin. “The lion.”

When he hands you the lion plush, you stare at it, confused. “What happened to the dragon?”

“Lions are better,” Leona says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “No debate.”

Despite yourself, you can’t help but smile. It’s ridiculous, but it’s him, and somehow that makes it perfect.

Later, when he takes you to an absurdly expensive restaurant, you raise an eyebrow. “Are you sure about this? It’s... kind of pricey.”

He gives you a flat look. “Order whatever you want. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

So, naturally, you do. And the food is fantastic. Leona leans back in his chair, watching you with a lazy smirk as you happily dig into your meal.

When the date winds down and Leona walks you back to Ramshackle, the night air is cool, and you instinctively rub your arms. Without a word, Leona shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders.

You clutch onto his arm with a grin, snuggling into the warmth. “Thanks, Leona.”

He shakes his head, amused. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“Of course you do.” You laugh, leaning against him. “Oh! Did I tell you what Ace and Deuce did earlier today? You won’t believe it.”

He humors you as you chatter away, recounting the latest shenanigans. “So, Grim decided to ‘supervise,’ which really just meant eating half the snacks while Ace accidentally set off the fire alarm—again.”

Leona snorts softly. “Idiots.”

“Yeah, but they’re my idiots.”

When you finally reach Ramshackle’s doorstep, you turn to face him, a little reluctant for the night to end. On a whim, you step forward and wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Leona freezes for half a second, and when you pull away, his expression is somewhere between surprised and utterly smitten.

“Goodnight, Leona,” you say softly, watching as he blinks down at you like you just shattered every lazy expectation he had about this date.

He clears his throat, looking away, but you catch the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah... night.”

As he turns to leave, you can’t help but feel like you’ve just unlocked a whole new side of him—and you kind of love it.

You’ve been talking about this video game figure for weeks. Every time you hang out with Leona, he hears about it. Well, "hang out" is a generous term—he naps on your lap or leans against you, and you yap his ear off about how amazing the game is and how this figure is the holy grail of limited merch.

“I’ve been doing everything,” you rant one day, lying next to him in the botanical garden. “Crowley made me do ten extra assignments this week. I even agreed to clean Grim’s litter box without arguments—twice! But it’s worth it. If I get that figure, my life will be complete.”

Leona, who’s half-asleep with his head resting on your shoulder, cracks an eye open. “That good, huh?”

“Yes, that good. There are only ten in the world, Leona. Ten.”

He grunts, shifting a little to get more comfortable. “Better hope your luck’s good, herbivore. Sounds like a lotta effort for a toy.”

“It’s not a toy,” you huff dramatically. “It’s a collectible figure, and it’s the coolest thing in existence. Just wait—when it drops tomorrow, I’m getting it.”

And yet, the universe doesn’t care about your efforts.

You stare at your phone screen in disbelief the next day. The site crashes, the countdown ends, and the figure sells out in 0.2 seconds flat. You refresh. Then refresh again. But it’s gone—snatched from your grasp like a mirage in the desert.

“No... no, no, no.” You sit there, devastated, as the weight of your failure sinks in. After all the work, all the chores, and all the emotional speeches to Leona, you’ve been denied. The limited-edition figure remains forever out of reach.

By the time you see Leona later, your mood is somewhere between tragic despair and begrudging acceptance. You find him lounging in the garden again, his favorite napping spot.

“Didn’t get it, huh?” he asks, his voice carrying that lazy drawl as you flop down beside him.

“Nope,” you sigh, resting your forehead on your knees. “All that work, all that hope... and nothing.”

Without another word, Leona pulls something from behind him and chucks it onto your lap.

You blink. Then blink again.

It’s the figure. The figure. THE limited-edition figure you’ve been pining after for weeks.

“Leona???” you squawk, holding it up like it might vanish into thin air if you let go. “What—how—why—?”

He just shrugs. “Still the second prince, y’know.”

“You—" Your jaw drops. “Did you use royalty status to get me this figure?!”

“Yeah.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, like he just asked the palace cook to make toast instead of pulling strings for a rare collector’s item.

You gape at him, torn between disbelief and giddiness. “Leona... that’s cheating.”

“So?” He leans back with a satisfied smirk, clearly amused by your reaction. “You wanted it, didn’t you?”

You can’t help it—you burst into laughter, clutching the figure like it’s the greatest treasure ever gifted to you. “You’re impossible.”

Leona tugs you down beside him, trapping you in his arms. “Yeah, yeah. Now quit yappin’ and let me nap.”

Still grinning like a fool, you curl into him, giggling into his hair. “You’re way too good to me, you know that?”

He huffs, but there’s no hiding the small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His hand rests lazily against your back, warm and grounding. “Hmph. Lucky I like you.”

And just like that, he drifts off into sleep, his arms snug around you. And you? You lie there, feeling like the happiest person alive, hugging your figure close while Leona naps against you, his soft breaths the perfect lullaby.

The first sign something is wrong comes when Grim tries waking you up for your usual chaos-filled day.

“Hey, get up, henchhuman! We’ve got things to do!” he says, poking your cheek with one of his fluffy paws. “It’s already late! If Crowley gets mad, I ain’t takin' the fall!”

Normally, you’d groan and roll out of bed—or at least threaten Grim with chores—but today? All you can manage is a weak grunt before you flop back onto your pillow like a defeated pancake.

“Henchhuman?” Grim nudges you again, this time with more urgency. You crack one eye open just long enough to see his ears flatten in concern. “Oi, don’t ignore me—what’s wrong?”

Your head is heavy, and it feels like your bones have melted into jelly. You try to say I think I’m dying, but all that comes out is a sad, congested whimper.

Grim’s eyes widen, and suddenly, he’s a blur of blue fur and panic. “You’re dying!” he yells, as if confirming the worst-case scenario. “Don’t go toward the light, henchhuman! I’ll be right back—stay alive!!”

Before you can reassure him—or at least remind him that people don’t die from mild fevers—Grim is already out the door, paws skidding against the floor like a tiny tornado.

Somewhere across campus, Leona is enjoying a particularly satisfying mid-morning nap in the botanical gardens when an absolute menace of a furball barrels into him.

“HEY, YOU! Lion guy!” Grim shouts, climbing onto Leona's chest. “Get up! Henchhuman’s dying!”

Leona cracks open one bleary eye. “Dying?” he repeats with a skeptical grunt, already half-expecting Grim to be overreacting. “Probably just overslept.”

“I know the difference between sleeping and dying!” Grim shrieks, paws batting at Leona’s face. “They're burning up, can’t even sit up! You gotta do something!”

Leona grumbles under his breath, but he’s on his feet before Grim can push him again. The usual lazy slouch is gone, replaced by swift, purposeful movements.

By the time he strides into your room, Leona has already called his personal doctor, much to Ruggie’s dismay (“Do you know what time it is?! Do I get paid overtime for this??”). Leona doesn’t care. He’s moving fast—like a lion with a mission.

It’s a blur after that. You vaguely register a cool hand against your burning forehead, Leona’s voice a low rumble beside you. The doctor checks your pulse, takes your temperature, and declares it’s just a fever with some exhaustion thrown in. Nothing dangerous, but definitely enough to flatten you.

“Hah.” Leona lets out a short sigh of relief, slumping in the chair beside your bed. “Told ya Grim, not dead.”

“Yeah, well…” Grim’s still pacing at the edge of your bed, tail twitching in frustration. “They looked dead, okay?! How was I supposed to know?”

“You weren’t. That’s why I’m here,” Leona says flatly, though his tone is less irritated than usual.

The next few hours pass in a fog of sleep, soft voices, and the occasional pressure of something cool against your skin. Ruggie swings by every now and then to drop off food, grinning as he deposits soup and medicine like it’s some kind of delivery service.

“Man, if I knew babysitting was part of my job description, I’d have charged extra,” Ruggie teases, setting down a tray.

Leona just rolls his eyes. “Get lost, hyena.”

Despite his usual snark, Leona is surprisingly attentive. He makes sure you drink water, feeds you spoonfuls of soup even when you mumble protests, and keeps an arm draped lazily around you when you shiver. If anyone asks, he’ll say it’s just because you’re annoying and need constant supervision.

When you finally come to, it’s because something warm and heavy is curled against you. You blink a few times, head still foggy, and realize it’s Leona—completely sprawled across the chair next to your bed, but with one hand tightly clasping yours.

You smile, warmth blooming in your chest at the sight of him. Carefully, you nudge closer, nestling against his arm. The movement stirs him awake, his golden eyes blinking down at you groggily.

“You awake now?” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.

“Barely,” you whisper, squeezing his hand. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

Leona grunts, but the way his thumb brushes over your knuckles is answer enough.

Just as you’re about to fully enjoy the peace, a loud, dramatic voice cuts through the moment.

“Finally!” Grim bursts into the room, leaping onto your bed. “Took you long enough to wake up! I thought I’d have to hire a priest or somethin’!”

You chuckle softly, the sound a little scratchy. “Didn’t know you cared that much.”

“Pfft! As if.” Grim crosses his arms, looking away with a huff. “I just didn’t wanna be stuck with Crowley as my only companion. He’s useless.”

But despite his words, Grim scrambles onto your lap anyway, curling up against your chest with a grumble. “Don’t get sick again, okay? It’s a pain.”

You pet his fur, grinning as you feel him relax. “Okay, okay. No more dying.”

Leona shifts beside you, rolling his eyes. “What, am I invisible?”

“Shh,” you murmur, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Just let me enjoy my two favorite cats for a minute.”

Leona huffs, but there’s a flicker of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I'm not a cat. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”

You grin back at him, and for once, you don’t need words to say thank you. He knows.

You like to think of yourself as a strong person. Someone who can hold their own in this chaotic, magic-ridden school where everything from magical accidents to actual ghost attacks is a typical Tuesday. You’ve handled your fair share of weird situations and even gotten through them without embarrassing yourself too badly. But… you are still a magicless human. And that’s a fact you can’t change.

So when three tall, muscle-bound Savanaclaw students corner you in a dimly-lit corridor on your way to visit Leona, your heart sinks.

"Where ya headin', little herbivore?" The biggest one grins, flashing sharp teeth that remind you just how much worse your day could get.

“Leona’s been hanging out with you a lot, huh?” another one sneers, blocking your path. “Think that makes you special or something?”

"Maybe they've got some kind of deal with him," the third one suggests, his voice dripping with mockery. "How about you tell us what’s really going on between you two?"

Your stomach twists, but you keep your face neutral. No way are you going to let them see how nervous you are. "How about you back off before you embarrass yourselves?" you say, proud of how steady your voice sounds.

The tallest one leans in, his grin widening. “Look at you, acting all tough. Too bad there’s no magic in that mouth of yours.”

You force yourself to hold your ground, though your fingers twitch toward your pocket. You really don’t want to bother Leona, but… well, desperate times. With a quick, discreet motion, you send a single SOS text.

You: Cornered. Help.

The three of them are still jeering at you when you hear footsteps approaching from behind. Slow, measured, and heavy with the kind of weight that makes everyone in the hallway tense.

"Oi," a familiar, low growl cuts through the noise like a hot knife through butter.

All three of them freeze. You glance over your shoulder—and there he is. Leona Kingscholar.

He stands at the end of the corridor, his usual lazy posture replaced by something much sharper, much more dangerous. His emerald eyes gleam with a warning, and a sly, predatory smile spreads across his face.

"Seems like I showed up just in time." His voice is deceptively calm, almost bored. “What do you think you're doin'?”

The boys shift uncomfortably, exchanging nervous glances.

"Just… chatting," one of them stammers, the earlier bravado leaking out of him like air from a punctured balloon.

Leona steps forward, leisurely, as if he’s in no hurry—but there’s something about the way he carries himself that makes the air heavy with tension. His presence fills the space, demanding attention and submission.

"You must be real stupid," Leona drawls, "if you think you can mess with what’s mine."

The tallest boy blanches. “W-We didn’t mean—”

Leona’s grin sharpens, all teeth. "Didn’t mean to what? Annoy me? Make me waste my time on some sad, third-string rejects?"

They flinch, shrinking under the weight of his words. Leona isn’t yelling. He doesn’t have to. His authority is clear—absolute.

One of them mumbles an apology, and the others nod hurriedly, ready to slink away. But Leona’s not done.

“You ever try this again,” he says, his voice dropping into a dangerous purr, “I won’t just kick you out of Savanaclaw. I’ll bury you so deep, nobody’ll even remember your names.”

The boys scatter without another word, practically tripping over each other to escape.

Leona watches them go with a snort, then turns his gaze to you. His sharp expression softens just a fraction, the predatory edge giving way to something lazier—something almost… fond.

“You good?” he asks, as if he didn’t just verbally annihilate three guys on your behalf.

Your heart is racing, but not from fear. No, this is something else entirely. Something far more dangerous. You’re not sure when it happened, but you are completely, utterly smitten.

“Yeah,” you say, trying—and failing—not to sound starstruck.

He raises an eyebrow. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” you tease, a grin tugging at your lips.

“Like you’re impressed.”

“Oh, but I am.”

He grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck, but you notice the faintest hint of color creeping up his ears. “Tch. Idiot.”

You laugh softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Thanks for showing up, though.”

Leona shrugs like it’s nothing. "I told ya—just call me when you need me."

That does it. You feel yourself practically glowing at the simple promise, the quiet reassurance beneath his words.

You lean toward him, your grin widening. “What if I need you right now?”

He smirks, draping a lazy arm over your shoulders. “Then I guess I’m stuck with you.”

You let yourself melt into his side, the earlier tension gone like a bad dream. The two of you walk off together, his arm comfortably slung over you like it belongs there.

And, in that moment, you’re pretty sure it does.

The assignment in front of you is a nightmare.

You’ve been staring at the same page for what feels like hours, your head throbbing with frustration. You chew the end of your pen, tapping your foot anxiously against the floor. Why did you leave this for the last minute? Why does it feel like every word on the page is written in an ancient, cursed script meant specifically to drain your soul?

Meanwhile, Leona is draped over you like a weighted blanket, his head resting comfortably on your shoulder. You know he’s napping because of the soft, steady rhythm of his breathing. This man has zero care in the world.

He’s been napping while you’ve been spiraling. Because of course he is.

You mutter curses under your breath, willing the assignment to finish itself. But the numbers swim in front of your eyes, and your breaths grow shorter, more unsteady. Panic claws at the edges of your mind.

Leona stirs. He shifts just slightly, cracking open one eye to glance at you. “Oi,” he grumbles. “Stop breathin’ like you’re about to pass out.”

You ignore him and grip the pen tighter, heart pounding, trying to push through the stress. That’s the worst part about this assignment—if you don’t finish it, your grades will nosedive, and Crowley will never let you hear the end of it.

Suddenly, Leona's hand slips out from around you and snatches the pen from your grip. "Gimme that."

You blink as he pulls the paper closer.

"Leona, what are you—"

"Shh." He flips through the pages like they personally offended him. His eyes scan the questions with the kind of effortless ease that makes you want to scream in frustration. Without so much as a sigh, he picks up the pen and starts writing.

You can only sit there, dumbfounded, as his neat, surprisingly elegant handwriting fills in the answers you’ve been struggling with for hours.

"Wait—are you actually doing my homework?" you ask, staring at him in disbelief.

He glances at you from the corner of his eye, the barest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “Told ya. I'm a senior. This stuff’s easy."

"Easy for you, maybe."

“Then why didn’t you ask me earlier?” he drawls, finishing the last answer without breaking a sweat.

You blink at the completed assignment like it might disappear if you look away. "I… didn’t think to."

Leona rolls his eyes and tosses the pen onto the desk with a lazy flick of his wrist. “Next time, just ask. I ain't gonna let you stress yourself out over dumb stuff.”

And that’s it. Just like that, all your anxiety evaporates.

You turn to look at him, utterly smitten once again. "You're ridiculous."

He leans back, resting his head against your shoulder again with a satisfied sigh. “Yeah, yeah.”

You let yourself melt into him, the earlier panic now a distant memory. His warmth, his steady breathing, the way his arms rest loosely around you—it all feels so easy. So right.

For a moment, you just sit there in silence, the peaceful kind that feels rare and precious. The assignment is finished. The world isn't ending. You don’t have to do everything alone.

You tilt your head to rest against his, your smile soft. "Thanks, Leona."

"Mm," he hums, already halfway back to sleep. But his hand gives yours a lazy squeeze, a quiet reassurance that makes your heart skip a beat.

The day passes in a haze of warmth and peace, your stress long gone. And you realize something: being with Leona feels like this—like having someone who makes the hard days bearable, without needing you to say a word.

And yeah, you could definitely get used to this.

You've thought about asking him for weeks. Maybe even months. But every time the words start forming, you chicken out. You’re this close to accepting that you’ll just live in relationship limbo forever.

It’s safer. No awkward conversations, no heartbreak. Just… endless naps together, weird dates that may or may not be dates, and him doing sweet things without ever calling them what they are.

But tonight, as you sit curled up in his arms, watching the stars from a balcony in the botanical gardens, it feels like the moment. Leona is lounging beside you, one arm slung lazily around your shoulders, the other resting on your leg like it's the most natural thing in the world. His warmth is comforting, grounding, and for once, you let yourself think: Maybe, just maybe, this is real.

You take a breath, steeling yourself. If he laughs or acts indifferent, fine. If it ruins everything—okay, not fine, but you'll survive.

“Hey, Leona?”

He hums, eyes still half-lidded. He’s relaxed, probably thinking about nothing except how long it’ll take for him to drag you back to bed.

You clear your throat. “What are we?”

Leona cracks one eye open, giving you a lazy look. “Huh?”

You shift nervously under his gaze. “Like… What is this? Are we—” You gesture vaguely between the two of you. “—a thing? Or… I mean, are you—do you even like me like that? Or—?”

He stares at you for a second, blinking slowly, like a cat woken from a nap it didn’t want to leave. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

You feel your courage start to wither, but you force the words out. “I mean, I thought… We never really said anything official. And I don’t know if this is, you know—” You wave a hand. “Something? Or if you’re just putting up with me or—”

Leona makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh, like you just asked him the dumbest question imaginable.

“You really thought I’d let you hang around me this much if I didn’t want you?” he says, giving you a flat, incredulous look.

You blink at him. “So… we’ve been dating this whole time?”

He just stares at you. “...What else did you think we were doing?”

“Oh my god—” You slap a hand over your face, torn between relief and secondhand embarrassment. “I thought you were just vibing.”

Leona snorts. “Yeah. Vibing with you. Idiot.”

Despite yourself, you laugh—a little breathless, a little giddy. It’s so absurd. All this time, you’d been worried about asking him where you stood, and he just… assumed you knew.

Leona rolls his eyes but shifts slightly, turning to face you. His gaze is softer now, and the usual laziness in it is replaced by something raw and unguarded. His hand, rough and warm, cups your cheek.

“Listen,” he mutters, voice low and a little rough around the edges. “I’m not good at sayin’ stuff like this, so don’t make me repeat it, okay?”

You nod, holding your breath.

“I love you.” The words slip out easily, like they’ve been waiting there all along. “Don’t care what anyone says, don’t care what they think—I'm not good at a lotta things, but I know I want you.”

Your heart stumbles. For a moment, the world feels too quiet, too small. You reach up to cover his hand with yours, warmth spreading through your chest.

“I love you, too,” you whisper, like it's the easiest thing you've ever said.

Leona's lips twitch upward into a faint, self-satisfied smirk, but there’s something vulnerable in the way his gaze lingers on you, like he’s not used to getting what he wants.

“So,” you say softly, “are you my boyfriend now?”

He gives you the look—that deadpan, long-suffering stare, like you’ve just asked him the dumbest question of the century.

“Then what the hell else would I be?” he grumbles.

You can’t help it. You laugh—bright, free, and maybe a little too giddy. And before you can stop yourself, you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips.

The kiss is soft, warm, and it lingers just long enough to make your heart race. He tastes like mint and the faintest hint of something earthy, something that feels like home. His hand slides down to rest at the small of your back, holding you close like he has no intention of letting you go.

When you finally pull away, you grin at him, still breathless. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Yeah, well.” He smirks, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “You’re stuck with me now.”

“Good,” you whisper, and this time, it’s him who leans in.

And just like that, the world slips away, leaving only the two of you—wrapped in warmth, in laughter, in everything you never knew you needed.

Leona saunters into your room, hands in his pockets, tail flicking lazily behind him. “Hey, Falena and his family are visiting today,” he says, like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

You blink at him from your bed, mid-scroll on your phone. “You mean the King and Queen of the Sunset Savanna are visiting.”

Leona shrugs. “Yeah. Same thing.”

You sit bolt upright. “Leona, that’s not the same thing! Those are literal royals!"

He raises an eyebrow, already amused. “I’m royalty too, you know?”

You groan, dragging your hands down your face. “But you’re my boyfriend!”

Leona’s smirk grows as smug as the desert sun. “Exactly.”

Oh no. He’s loving this way too much.

Despite your protests, you're soon standing next to Leona at the main entrance, sweating bullets as Falena, his wife, and Cheka step through the doors. They’re all gorgeous and elegant, the epitome of royal perfection. You’re about to pass out from nerves, but Leona? He looks like he’s two seconds away from falling asleep on his feet.

Cheka spots you first. “UNCLE LEONA!” he shrieks, barreling straight for his favorite uncle—and by extension, you. Before you can brace for impact, the little lion cub is already latched onto your legs.

“You must be the one Leona told us about!” Falena grins warmly, stepping up beside his wife, who’s equally radiant. “It’s so nice to meet you! I’ve heard so much about you.”

You gawk at him. “Wait... Leona talks about me?”

Falena’s wife smiles knowingly. “Quite a bit, actually.”

You shoot Leona a look, but he just rolls his eyes. “Don’t get weird about it.”

Meanwhile, Cheka, still latched to your leg like a koala, looks up with big, bright eyes. “You’re my favorite person now!” he declares, squeezing your leg tighter. “After Uncle Leona. But you’re mine after him, okay?”

Leona huffs out a laugh, amused by the possessive cub. “Tch. Good luck, kid.”

“I’ll fight for you!” Cheka promises dramatically, like you’re a prize to be won at a carnival. He even makes little fists, shadow-boxing an invisible opponent. “I’ll become a strong lion and beat all the bad guys!”

You try (and fail) to hold back a laugh. “Well, I look forward to it.”

Falena claps his hands together, his grin brighter than the savanna sun. “Since we’re all here, how about a walk around the grounds? It’ll be nice to catch up.”

“Nope.” Leona’s arm is suddenly wrapped around your waist, dragging you closer to him. “We’re good right here.”

Falena and his wife exchange that look—the kind that says they’ve been married long enough to know exactly what’s going on.

“We’ll leave you two alone, then,” Falena says with a chuckle, patting Leona on the shoulder. “We’re happy for you, Leona.”

His wife nods, her eyes twinkling. “Very happy.”

You open your mouth to protest—Wait, this isn’t what it looks like! We’re just standing here! I’m not even sure what’s happening!—but the words don’t come. You just sputter and blush as Leona tugs you closer, looking far too pleased with himself.

“See?” Leona murmurs smugly, lips quirking into a grin as you bury your face in your hands. “Told you it wasn’t a big deal.”

You groan into your palms. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” His grip tightens just a bit, his voice low and lazy as ever. “C’mon. Admit it—you like having a royal boyfriend.”

You peek through your fingers, cheeks burning. “Leona...”

He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Say it.”

You glare up at him, flustered beyond belief but unable to hide the smile creeping onto your face. “...Okay, maybe I do.”

He hums in satisfaction, practically purring. “Thought so.”

And just like that, he pulls you into a lazy, one-armed hug, as if holding you is the easiest thing in the world—and honestly? It kind of is.

The moment the news breaks that you’re dating Leona, you know it’s going to be a thing. A very loud thing. Ace and Deuce are the first to get wind of it, and honestly, you almost regret ever telling them.

“Leona Kingscholar?!” Ace yells, gaping like you just told him you were moving to Mars.

“Why??” Deuce adds, equally stunned. “Are you okay? Blink twice if you're in danger.”

“Isn’t he the guy who naps literally everywhere?” Ace squawks. “Like, you’re really dating a guy who falls asleep during fights?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, Ace. I am.”

“Not to mention he’s scary,” Deuce mutters. “What if he, I don’t know, kicks you out of the relationship because it’s too much work?”

“He’s not going to ‘kick me out,’ Deuce.”

Ace leans in conspiratorially, wiggling his eyebrows. “Have you thought about what happens when Riddle finds out?”

Deuce pales. “Oh man, I’m not telling him.”

“You’re definitely telling him.”

“No, you tell him!”

“Do I look like I have a death wish?” Ace scoffs. “I can already hear him screaming something about ‘poor romantic judgment!’”

Meanwhile, Jack is sitting with his arms crossed, brow furrowed. “I don’t know why you’re all acting like this. Housewarden Leona’s actually cool if you get to know him.”

Ace stares at him like he’s sprouted a second head. “Jack, the man once threatened to ‘accidentally’ kick me into a bush because I sneezed near him.”

“Yeah, because you sneezed on him.”

“It was allergy season!”

“Uh-huh.” Jack shrugs. “Still deserved it.”

Before you can jump in, Grim waddles in, arms crossed like the world’s smallest mafia boss. “I don’t care who you date as long as you’re still my henchhuman. Priorities, ya know?”

“Gee, thanks, Grim.”

Then, from across the room, Epel starts cackling like a madman.

“Oh, Vil is gonna lose his mind when he hears about this!” he wheezes, clutching his stomach. “Leona’s the exact opposite of Vil’s whole life philosophy. This is beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Ace adds, smirking. “It’s like watching two completely different wildlife documentaries crash into each other.”

Before you can stop him, Sebek jumps in, indignant. “I cannot believe you would choose that lazy lout over the Young Master!” He practically growls the words.

“Sebek, Leona is—” you try to reason, but Sebek steamrolls right over you.

“He sleeps through his classes! He’s rude! And worst of all, he doesn’t respect Master Malleus!”

You sigh. “Sebek, you can’t date someone based on their respect levels for Malleus.”

“You should!” Sebek declares, crossing his arms dramatically like a lawyer who just delivered the winning argument.

Before things spiral further, Jack mutters, “Leona’s not rude. He’s just… efficient with his energy.”

“Efficient? He calls that one freshman ‘footstool,’ Jack,” Ace deadpans.

“Maybe it’s a term of endearment,” Jack grumbles defensively.

You shake your head, smiling despite yourself. The whole scene is chaotic—Ace flailing, Epel wheezing, Sebek looking personally offended, Deuce still white-knuckling through the idea of telling Riddle—and somehow, it’s perfect.

Because deep down, you know something they don’t.

Even though Leona doesn’t show it, even though he hates doing anything that even smells like effort, he cares. He really does. Whether it’s texting you to remind you to eat, draping his jacket over you when you forget yours, or waking you up from an accidental nap with your favorite snack—he makes sure you know.

You just smile quietly to yourself, heart warm. And when Ace notices and nudges you, asking what’s got you looking so smug, you just shrug.

“Oh, nothing,” you say, already counting down the minutes until you can see Leona again.

Because even though the man drives you up the wall and naps like a professional, he’s yours. And that makes all the teasing worth it.

1k masterlist ; Main Masterlist

i know lions don't purr but in my delusions, leona does. work with me here

[yandere-wishes]

LOOK AT HIM !!!! HE IS SO KINGCORE!! HE LOOKS SO SO SO AAAHHHHH!!!!

No littraly he looks like an undead king or gangster godfather!!!!! Oh my God the IDEAS I'm having about this man!! He is so PERFECT!!!!!!!

[syerra-637]

How they help you study (Dorm Leaders)

Riddle Rosehearts:

He would insist on setting up a strict study schedule, helping you organize your time efficiently and reminding you of the importance of rules and discipline.

Leona Kingscholar:

He would be a bit nonchalant but offer you a quiet place to study, away from distractions, and give you tips on how to succeed with minimal effort.

Azul Ashengrotto:

He would offer tutoring sessions and detailed lecture notes, in exchange for a small favor of course, but he would genuinely care about your success.

Kalim Al-Asim:

He would bring you snacks and drinks (prepared by Jamil, obviously) to keep you energized, and would try to maintain a positive and relaxed atmosphere.

Vil Schoenheit:

He would help you maintain a healthy lifestyle during your revision period, giving you tips on sleep, nutrition, and stress management to keep you fit and focused.

Idia Shroud:

He would send you useful digital resources, like educational videos and discussion forums, while encouraging you virtually from the safety of his room.

Malleus Draconia:

He would offer subtle magical support to calm your nerves, while telling you ancient stories to relax your mind before exams.

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader ( suggested rival college ), glory hole, dub con, cock worship, oral sex ( m!receiving ), degradation, name calling ( whore, hole ), facial, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day ten [ leona kingscholar + glory hole ]

“Yeah,” you knew it was Kingscholar before he released the grumbling from within his throat, “lick it first, whore.” it was just so obvious that he would be the one to go first, and as soon as the thick, warm brown cock slid through the hole to demand your attention, you were certain. pressing both palms flush against the wall, you lap at the swollen, red tip, tonguing the slit until your worship elicits a satisfied snarl from the other side. your heart skips a beat at the sound, realizing what he must look like right now. the cock pushed forward, as if demanding to slide into your mouth, and you knew he must be bucking his hips. if you imagined his emerald eyes staring down at you, his broad chest heaving as he tucked his chin into his chest to watch you lick at his cock, you’d simply get dizzy.

“Work that fuckin’ tongue.”

it was an order impossible to refuse, and you moaned as you dipped your head, dragging your tastebuds over the bulging veins, dancing your way down the length of his shaft until it lays across your face. the velvety muscle flicks at the underside of him, the raw scent of his arousal engulfing you, the weight of the cock on your face driving you mad. with your face against the wall as close as you could get, you licked every inch that was presented to you.

“You love that taste, don’t you?” he rumbled, baritone gurgling deep in his throat, before he expels a wicked hiss of what might’ve been laughter, snide and crass. “I’m starting to think you threw that Spelldrive match on purpose, just so you could be stripped and used.”

“I—I didn’t—“ you started to protest, pulling back to pant with the tip of the mighty cock smearing against your lips as you form the syllables.

“Shut up and suck it already,” Leona demanded, and you knew that had he been able to, he would’ve grabbed you by the hair and forced your head down to take him. so you do just that, opening your mouth, letting the bulbous head slide in, your lips stretch into a tight O as inch by torturous inch, Leona plugs your mouth. once he was inside, you start to suck, bobbing your head in a furious rhythm. his taste was twice as intoxicating as his smell, raw and musky— as if lust oozed from every pore. “Attagirl. You learn fast.” your eyelids flutter, gargling and drooling as you work him over. it’s embarrassing, and you may never admit it, but the flimsy pair of panties you’d been stripped down to were damp. you were enjoying this way too much. but you mewl and slurp, squirming on your knees to get even closer. the more he grunted, the more desperate you were to please him. “You know your place at the very least,” you could practically hear the way he must be baring his teeth as you sucked him off and he growls, “on your knees for me and my Pride. Don’t you worry, hole, because each and every one of my boys’re gonna get a chance to fuck that cock hungry little mouth a’yers:” Leona grunts, and his girth pulsates against the walls of your warm, wet cavern— the tip prodding at the back of your throat every time you try to take another inch. “Just as soon as I’ve had my fill a’ya.”

you cluck, your body jerking as if to protest taking so much cock, your cheeks hollowed and your couplet stretched and aching, but you didn’t care. you kept your same, rapid pace, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth and dribbling down your chest, where it sticks like glue in your cleavage. Leona was rock solid, battering your cheeks and threatening to jam your tongue to the back of your mouth when he drills into it. your arms hang slack instead of reaching up to pump the inches you thought you couldn’t take, and the depravity of feeling the head of his cock dip into your gullet sends you into a frenzy of hungry sucking, and fervent bobbing, until you start to gag on him.

“Oi, take it easy, whore.” Leona groans, pulling back enough that his cock nearly slips free from your grasp, had your lips not clamped down against the spongy head to keep him inside, whimpering with a need to keep his taste filling your mouth for as long as possible. “You don’t get to just tap out if you choke.”

with your head so close to the gap, you could hear waves of murmurs, snickers, and gleeful taunts. you couldn’t imagine how many guys were lined up after Leona to fuck your face, but you assumed it was Night Raven’s entire Spelldrive team, and most likely all of the boys from Savanaclaw, as well.

“Better hurry up and make me cum,” Leona growls, “there’s a lot more cocks out here that need your attention.”

spurred by the knowledge that you were far from finished, both of your hands flee to wrap your fingers around the thick cock in front of you, gliding along the slick provided by your saliva to jerk off the remaining inches as you focus all of your attention on the throbbing tip. you alternate between sucking until your cheeks hurt, and then sliding your tongue along the shape, outlining his tender frenulum, before delving into the slit as it dribbles sticky sweet precum into your mouth.

“That’s it, almost there.” Leona grumbles, “Keep sucking me just like that, fuck, worship that cock.” the more you teased, the tighter you squeezed, and the more the muscle started to twitch in your hands, the closer you knew Leona was to cumming. “You’d better take my load on your face, whore. You ready for it? You know what to do…!”

your eagerness overwhelmed your dignity, and your lips made a vulgar pop as you pried your mouth from his dick, pumping both fists at a merciless pace until the first streamers of his release shoot into the air. they coat your hairline, dribbling down and sticking your tendrils in clumps, as more spurts splatter against your cheek and into your open, panting mouth. his cum costs every tastebud, and you moan, closing your eyes to avoid being blinded until the shower is over. his essence is warm and viscous as it hangs in globs from your chin, speckling the tops of your breasts with white.

you can hear him snarling, panting, as the orgasm starts to fade, the cock in your hands softening significantly once he’s finished— but there’s still some spunk that drools out from the twitching tip, and you can’t help yourself: you dip your head and swirl your tongue along the slit once more, gathering all he had left in the groove your muscle makes to swallow it with a happy whine.

“Already addicted to cock, huh?” Leona’s chuckle is hoarse as he wrenches himself away from your mouth, the delicious cock disappearing as he pulls out of the hole. “Don’t get greedy and swallow it all, either. When I decide to letcha outta there, I wanna see a cum covered slut, crawling on all fours, begging to suck me again.”

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡sweet dreams 🍫

you've ordered: a chocolate raspberry tart! enjoy!

"need a little sweetness in my life~"

leona kingscholar x reader | word count: 848 words

summary: halloween night with leona! 🍫

warnings: a bit shorter than part 1, a little rushed. other than that, none! just fluffy fluff!!

note: this is a continuation/ part 2 of my previous leona fic, naps. and no, i'm not making his entire personality about napping. i just think cuddle/ nap fics w/ leona are rlly cute-

you had never seen leona being so clingy. ever. but ever since that day you comfortably napped with the beastman, he'd become almost entranced by you. it was almost as if he genuinely could not sleep unless you were in his arms. the others didn't know about this of course, he'd die of embarrassment.

it was finally the holiday the students and staff of nrc had spent weeks preparing for: halloween! everyone was dressed up in their best costumes and the smells of cinnamon and pumpkin filled the air. everyone was packed into mostro lounge, drinks and food items going around, laughter and lively chatter filling the air. everything was perfect. you were currently chatting with cater and kalim, talking about how professor crewel had given you guys a pop quiz yesterday despite the holiday the next day.

as you were chatting, you couldn't help but scan the crowd a few times looking for a certain lion. you could've sworn you saw him a while ago.

"y/n! there you are." you turned around, met by none other than ruggie, seeming a bit out of breath.

"it's leona again." you playfully rolled your eyes, excusing yourself from the conversation with cater and kalim.

you made your way down the halls of the savanaclaw dorms, the building rather quiet since most all of its students were attending the halloween bash. once you got to leona's door, you gave it a gentle rhythmic knock, one that leona could always pick up on. a gruff "enter" was heard through the door, and you stepped inside, closing the door behind you.

when you turned around again, you saw him: leona kingscholar laid out in his bed, costume and all. he didn't even have time to tell you to come over, you were already shuffling under the blankets and positioning his head in you lap.

"you didn't want to stay at the party?" you asked, gently running your fingers through his hair.

"too noisy, couldn't nap properly." his answer made you laugh, your finger reaching over to poke his cheek.

"it's a party, you're not supposed to nap." but the beastman was already dozing off in your lap, effectively trapping you.

"can't hear you, m' too busy dozing off." he teased, your fingers already braiding some strands of his hair. as you did so, you decided to eat some candy from your bag.

as the wrapper rustled from opening the candy, you could see leona's nose twitch. he sniffed at the air a bit, his eyes not even opening when he started to speak.

"what are you eating, herbivore?" you took a bite of your chocolate, glancing down at him.

"just some candy i got from mostro lounge. you want some?" leona opened his eyes as you held the sweet treat to his lips, a look of mild disgust forming on his face.

"no. and you shouldn't be eating so much either, you'll get sick."

"oh come on, try some! it's good, i promise." leona looked between you and the toothache in a wrapper, sighing reluctantly. he broke off a small piece, popping it into his mouth.

you swore you saw his eyes light up, but he tried to hide it. which failed as he kept asking for tastes as you pulled more candy out of your bag.

"you're gonna be the death of me, herbivore." he grumbled, reacting to the aftermath of eating a single sour gumdrop, of which you had already eaten five.

"how can you eat those? it's like eating sandpaper." "well, back home i eat them all the time."

"you're crazy." he said, reaching over and pinching your cheek.

"don't come crying to me tomorrow if your teeth start to hurt or if your stomach gives out on ya," leona teased, earning a look of mock annoyance from you.

"well, if i get sick, it'll be good for you. you can use it as an excuse to cuddle me more." you smiled cheekily, scooting a little closer to the lion man.

"hmm, is that so, herbivore?" he mumbled, a soft smirk on his lips as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap.

you laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

"yes, i think a big, cuddly lion would make me feel better in no time~" you hummed, moving to kiss his cheek.

you could see the color in his cheeks, immediately teasing him about it, only to met by his constant refusal.

this was probably the best halloween you'd ever had. curled up with the person you loved, eating candy, chatting, and teasing one another. you rested your head on leona's chest, his strong arms wrapping around you. the sound of his heartbeat lulled you to sleep, just like that first day you'd napped with him.

then, he was just leona kingscholar, house warden of savanaclaw, the lazy lion man, the strongest junior at nrc. now he was your comfort person, cuddle buddy, and partner that you loved with all your heart. 🍫

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[thegoldencontracts]

Hey! Can I suggest a tired & flustered Azul or Leona? Both are personal favorites

Hihi I gotchuu anon thank you for the requestt <3

also a bit off-topic but im indian-american (not native, like the asian country) and im the same shade as as leona which is why i hate hate hate when people talk about him blushing it'd be vy hard to see and i know its so weird and theyre good writers blah blah blah just a little pet peeve

Leona Kingscholar

You were currently being pulled into the arms of none other than the Prince of Afterglow, Leona Kingscholar. That wasn't particularly new - ever since you two started dating, Leona seemed to have a newfound love of cuddling you. It was pretty cute, actually. He really did act like a big cat sometimes.

Today, though, he seemed especially tired. He was always a bit tired - you knew why, and it wasn't a pretty story, but you had to digress - today, he seemed even more tired than usual.

It made sense. He had to pull an all-nighter yesterday catching up on paperwork for the Spelldrive club, something you still couldn't believe he'd actually done instead of just throwing the job onto Ruggie.

Still, he looked just about ready to collapse. You were getting pretty concerned.

"Wanna go to bed?" You asked, taking the opportunity to card your fingers through his hair. For once, he didn't try to hide the way he leaned into the touch. He pouted, though, and at that moment, you thought your heart was going to explode.

Leona, calm, always composed Leona was pouting at you. He looked almost like a kid right now.

You couldn't help the hearty laugh that escaped you. Leona huffed at you, angling his face in a way that made his dark circles much too prominent.

"Really, though," you said. "Get some sleep. I'll be here in the morning."

Leona mumbled something.

"What was that?"

"Come with me, herbivore," he said, more mumbled, and though it wasn't visible, you could tell he was blushing. The way he couldn't meet your eyes said it all.

He was surprisingly honest today.

He probably took your silence for teasing or the like, because he turned away with a huff.

"You can," he said. "I don't really care either way."

You smiled. It was genuine, not an ounce of teasing. You weren't going to do that, now when it was already so hard for him to be more vulnerable with you. It was overjoying just to know he was being honest.

"I'll take you up on that offer," you said, and that poorly hidden smile made every moment you'd have to spend listening to him snore worth it.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul was working this evening. That was fine - he'd literally taken you out on a date so custom-tailored to you it made you wonder how exactly he knew you so well yesterday, you weren't going to complain about his performance as your beloved.

But he seemed tired. No, no, that was an understatement. He seemed like he was about to pass out any moment now. And yet, by some miracle, he was still working.

You had to perform well has his beloved, too. And that meant taking care of him when he was ill - or in this case, so tired he might as well have been.

"Azul?" you called out, and the thirty seconds it took him to process your voice and turn to look at you said it all. "Don't you think you should go to bed?"

After a few seconds, he shook his head blearily.

"'Can't," he mumbled, his words slurred. "Work."

You vaguely understood what he was trying to say. He couldn't sleep, he had work to do.

But it didn't seem like he was going to get much done in his current state other than pass out.

"Sleep, please," you said, and you were honestly shocked at how gentle your voice sounded. Being in love with Azul really did things to you, huh?

"But the money!" he whined, and you couldn't help but laugh. The money? That's what he cared about right now? How much money did he actually think he'd lose from sleeping? "'Want money."

This was the love of your life. This man.

Seeing you laugh, he huffed, cheeks bright red.

"Stop laughing," he said, pouting. "Ugh. 'S why you have no money."

Cold, Azul. Cold. Even in his current state, he had to remind you of your painfully broke reality.

"Then you'll have to help me make some, then." You said, trying to appeal to his love of rambling about finance. "Why don't you teach me? We can go to your room while we're at it, more privacy that way."

He nodded shakily, cheeks still a bit pink.

"I'm very-" he cut himself off, trying to pronounce somthing. "'Nevolent. Be-ne-vo-lent. I'll help you."

"Thank you so much," you said, and he followed you to his room.

You couldn't wait to see how embarrassed he'd get in the morning.

Bonus (Of sorts):

"I said what?"

"Yeah, and your face was so red! You kept slurring over your words, too. You couldn't even say 'benevolent'! Isn't that, like, your signature word?"

"Stop teasing me already!"

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "Oh my God, look at that — it’s a mistletoe!” “…Absolutely fucking not. Don’t give me that look! I’m not kiss— ugh, fine, you menace."

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff

TW: NA

"Did you hear about the mistletoe infestation in Octavinelle?"

Leona glanced up at you, attention momentarily diverted from the chessboard where he was currently obliterating you. An eyebrow was raised in silent question, and you continued.

"Apparently Octavinelle has mistletoe on all its doorways, and it won't come down even with magical means. Nobody knows who did it."

"...And?"

"And what?"

Leona looked at you properly, pinning you in place with his gaze. "How is that relevant to our game right now, herbivore?" His eye caught onto movement, and he glared at Grim, picking him up by the scruff of his neck. "Oi furball, don't eat the chess pieces. Unless you want me to eat you." Leona made a show of snapping his teeth at the cat-monster, making him squirm and try to break free from his position in mid-air.

Grim coughed up the knight and pawns he had stuffed into his mouth, pointing at you, "Nyah! They told me to do it! Eat them!"

You gasped in indignation, glaring at your partner in crime for exposing your little scheme strategy. "Grim, you traitor!"

Grim wriggled in mid-air, still in Leona's hold as he demanded to be put down on the ground. Leona looked at you with a smug look on his face.

"Is it frustratin' to lose against someone cleverer than you, little herbivore?" He hummed, eyes glowing under the soft evening light that streamed through his open windows. "Usually I'd appreciate your sneakiness, but you better keep these schemes for the likes of that octopunk," he drawled, voice sweet yet holding that sharpness of a predator as he dropped Grim to the floor.

You let out a nervous chuckle as Grim quickly ran to hide behind you. You focused on the game in front of you, face scrunched slightly as you thought how to make your inevitable loss less devastating.

You missed the way Leona's eyes sparkled with amusement and a rarely seen warmth as he watched you map out your next move on the chessboard.

He watched as you walked right into the sweet little trap he had placed for you, gradually chipping away at your forces. Much in the way a predator may play with his prey before finishing them, he dangled tiny threads of hope in front of you, examining you carefully, noting every time you brightened only to realize that he had you exactly where he wanted you.

After a long, arduous game, he finally uttered the phrase you had wanted to hear for so long. "Checkmate," he said, keeping eye contact with you as he placed his last piece in place.

"Finally," you huffed, leaning back into your chair as you frowned at him. "Did you do that on purpose?"

"That's what you get for tryin' to cheat," Leona smirked, leaning back into his chair. "That's rich, coming from you," you mumbled under your breath. The flicking of his ears in your direction and the narrowing of his eyes let you know that he had heard you, loud and clear.

Stupid beastman hearing.

Leona said nothing of your remark, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand as he turned his head to stare outside the window. The sun had been directly overhead when you had walked into Savanaclaw; now it was sinking down low, pretty orange and pink splashes coloring the sky. Grim had left the two of you a while ago, when both of you were too invested in the game.

You carefully collected the chess pieces, placing them in their special box. The chessboard was set aside with similar care, the table in front of you left bare. Leona didn't move from his position, still looking outside the window.

You smiled, turning your gaze to the setting sun. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Leona glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, letting out a soft hum as acknowledgement.

"Aren't you getting late herbivore?"

"As Prefect of Ramshackle, I decide when curfew is for my dorm," you winked at him, a mischievous glint to your eyes.

"Abusing your authority now, are ya?" Leona huffed in amusement, regarding you carefully as he lounged in his chair. You shrugged, mimicking his relaxed position. "Maybe, haven't got any complaints from the ghosts yet."

The corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly at the cheeky reply.

Most people were either too intimidated by the Savanaclaw housewarden to mouth back at him. But not you. Ever since his overblot, you had taken it upon yourself to try and match his wit with yours, his (mostly empty) threats with a cheeky yet not unkind remark.

Leona was amused by you.

He watched you check the time on your phone, tail swishing languidly as you looked up at him with a small smile on your face.

"Looks like I do need to get going."

Leona stood up from his chair wordlessly, moving towards the door without a backwards glance at you, knowing you'd follow him anyways. He didn't need to escort you out; you knew your way in and out of Savanaclaw dorm like the back of your hand now. But there were always some foolish Savanaclaw students eager to pick a fight with you, wagering whatever they might have on them at that moment to just have a chance to battle against you. You never let an opportunity go wasted, and things would often end with a triumphant you skipping away merrily, while he had to deal with those miscreants coming up and complaining to him about losing a fight they picked.

Leona claimed that he walked you to the mirror connecting the dorm to the Mirror Chamber because he was sick of people crying to him about losing against you. But both of you knew that that was just an excuse.

As you walked side by side, you talked. Well, it was mostly just you speaking, with Leona offering his input every now and then. The setting sun painted the halls of the dorm a glorious golden hue, warm and comforting. Even the shadows casted on the ground seemed to dance in delight.

"And then, Ace-" you stopped in the middle of your sentence, eyes fixing onto something. Leona followed your gaze to find an innocent looking plant hanging from the main doorway of Savanaclaw, white berries shining in the last light of the day.

"Oh my God, look at that — it’s a mistletoe!" You exclaimed, as though seeing the plant for the first time in your life.

"…Absolutely fucking not."

You turned to give Leona your most betrayed look. Leona frowned at you, "Don’t give me that look. I’m not kissing you."

"It doesn't have to be a kiss on the lips, you know," you said, trying to get him to cave in. "Or are you too scared to kiss me? Or-" you gasped theatrically, a gasp that could put Rook to shame as you eyes lit up with a familiar cheeky light, "is it because this would be your first kiss? Oh Great Sevens, are you afraid of losing your first kiss?"

Leona narrowed his eyes at you. He knew what you were trying to do. He also knew that you would back off if he doubled down on his refusal, too mindful of boundaries to actually go against his wishes.

He didn't want that to happen.

"... Fine, you menace," he muttered, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. You yelped at the sudden movement, finding yourself pressed flush against Leona's body.

One hand left your waist in favour of raising your face, to make you look at him. Eyes darkened with intent peered into yours, before slightly chapped yet soft lips captured your own.

You did not have enough time to register the surprisingly sweet yet heated kiss that you two exchanged. Pulling away from you Leona smirked, his hands dropping back to his side. "Satisfied now, herbivore? And for the record, that wasn't my first kiss."

You looked up at him, cheeks dark and palms sweaty, unmoving even as he walked away and inside the dorm. You stood there in complete silence, a hand coming up to touch your lips in a daze.

"Shishishishi, you look a little red there, Prefect."

You didn't need to turn to know who it was. Ruggie approached you, slinging his arm over your shoulders and effectively breaking you out of your trance. You looked at the hyena beastman, cheeks turning darker at the amusement in his eyes.

"Remember to pay me for the little thing up there, hm?"

You smiled, nodding your head. "Of course, I'll get you your favorite donuts. We had a deal after all."

Your eyes flicked over to the little parasitic plant that worked a lot better than you thought it would.

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[viviennevermillion]

ᴀ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ᴏᴜʀꜱ...

❝ there's no storm we can't outrun, we will always find the sun, leave the past and all its scars [...] ; if we're facing endless night, take my hand and join the fight, past the clouds we'll find the stars... ❞ — cast of once upon a time

notes: these wedding headcanons are part of our @briarvalleyarchives wedding event! it was super fun brainstorming how weddings would be in the characters' homelands. used my own experience of german customs for vil's, for leona i checked out some kenyan wedding traditions and lion king lore! hope you guys like these ♡

contains: wedding headcanons, character x gn!reader

characters: malleus, vil, azul, leona

warnings: some blood in malleus's (pricking your finger)

You were a little nervous, when the day had finally come for Queen Maleficia to introduce you to her kingdom's people as Prince Malleus's fiance. News that the heir to the throne of Briar Valley was getting married travelled very far very quickly, and that despite the lack of modern technology. But contrary to your fears and extensive list of worst case scenarios, you were well-received as Malleus's beloved and your prince was more than excited about the upcoming wedding.

According to Briar Valley traditions, both of your wedding attire is going to be black, as it is the royal color of the Draconia family. Nevertheless, neither the queen nor the people will mind you having a little color on your otherwise black clothing, symbolizing how you were not native to your beloved's kingdom; yet your union made you a part of fae society nonetheless, regardless of your origins.

The wedding venue is deep in the forest and has been in preparation by the castle staff for months. Malleus and you are to be wed under a floral arbor, decorated with roses from Malleus's garden.

On the day of the ceremony, butterflies and fireflies surround the venue and rose petals are scattered across it.

You're waiting under the arbor as the queen leads Malleus down the aisle, guided by small forest fae who were chosen as the ring bearers. They carry a small wooden basket with local plants of Briar Valley and the rings are placed upon them. Halfway through, Queen Maleficia lets go of her grandson's arm and lets him walk the rest of the way to you on his own, symbolizing her trust in him to walk his own path from here on out and a new part of his life beginning. You can see a soft smile on her face that is only seen from the usually so serious and stern queen on rare occasions. The guests are assembled at the side of the venue, watching you unite under the arbor and giving you their blessings.

You and Malleus exchange your vows. He takes your hands into his as he speaks to you. "I have to confess that when I met you, I was inexperienced and still had so much to learn about this world. But sharing these experiences with you, exploring what lies beyond the borders of my home by your side, were some of the happiest moments of my life and I still have no doubt that they marked the beginning of something even more grand to come", Malleus's expression was so loving and soft, but you could also tell how giddy and excited he was feeling inside, "just by being there, you brought so much color and vibrance into my life and made me look at the world through different eyes. From the moment we met, I never wanted to lose you and now I promise to you to stay by your side forever, if you allow me. I love you dearly and with all my heart."

Malleus listens attentively to your vows and his heart beats faster when he hears them. He's definitely tearing up.

In remembrance of the Thorn Fairy, it is custom in Briar Valley to prick your finger on a thorn to sign the wedding certificate. Malleus heals the cut with his magic immediately, so there's no need to worry.

Next you shall be crowned as part of the royal family. Every member of the Draconia family receives a custom-made crown. You have a say in deciding how it looks and Malleus hasn't actually seen it until he gets to place it on top of your head at the ceremony. Before doing so, he kisses the dragon markings on your forehead or the skin where they should be, if you had them, and you do the same with him. Malleus smiles as he feels your lips on his markings, taking your hand into his once more and squeezing it gently. You know him too well not to be aware that he's basically itching to pull you into a kiss.

Malleus and you exchange rings and are pronounced newlyweds. "You may kiss-"

Malleus's lips are already on yours before that sentence is even finished. He kisses you deeply and lovingly and holds you tightly in his arms. He doesn't let go of you just yet even after the kiss has ended, hugging you closely and nuzzling your temple.

It is said that the marriage is sealed with true love's kiss.

The eldest fairies in the royal court bestow their magic blessings on you. How effective these actually are? You're not sure, but you're willing to be surprised.

The wedding reception is held in Malleus's rose garden and the guests are reduced to the royal court, both of your family members, friends and the closest noble associates to the Draconia family.

Bowls with flowers as well as twigs decorate the tables at the reception and fairy lights adorn the rose garden.

Traditional Briar Valley folk music plays as you and your guests dance the night away.

Vil and you ring in your wedding celebrations with a "Polterabend", as is typical in the area of the Shaftlands that Vil lives in. This custom is held on the night before the wedding. The guests bring porcelain, but also commonly flowerpots and ceramics to the party that are later smashed onto the ground, supposedly to bring good luck to the couple.

A barbecue is held to provide food for the guests. Vil made sure there's lots of salads and grilled vegetables as well to provide enough variety of foods. Lively chatter can be heard at the tables between your family members and friends as drinks are served.

This gathering is used as an opportunity to accept well-wishes from acquaintances, co-workers and people who aren't able to come to the actual wedding. They stop by for a while to give wedding cards and small gifts to you and Vil. This includes your former classmates from NRC.

"Epel, I swear to the Seven, this is your grandmother's antique tableware, don't you dare", Vil scolds his Pomefiore underclassman as the porcelain smashing ceremony is about to begin. "Are you kidding me, this is the literal point of this evening", Epel pouts. Vil also has to stop Ace from smashing a whole mirror. "Did you never hear about smashing a mirror meaning 7 years of bad luck?", Vil sighs. "Aw, come on, let them have their fun for the night", you chuckle. Vil raises his eyebrows at you. "If we end up cursed, it's your fault."

The actual wedding ceremony happens on the next day at the registry office. You greet your guests in front of the building and provide them with champagne and juice to toast to your marriage. The guests take their seats and eagerly await the beginning of the ceremony. You and Vil have decided to walk in together. One of your guests sings a love song with a piano accompaniment as you two enter and take your seats in front of the registrar's desk. Vil's dad is tearing up as he sees you walk in to the slow music.

You and Vil exchange vows. "Y/n... I have met plenty of people who have said that there's hardly one who understands beauty better than I do. But you proved to me that there were things I had yet to see and understand about the beauty surrounding me", Vil smiles at you and takes your hand into his, "your love made me see a new kind of beauty in this world and just like the radiance of the Beautiful Queen, our love, too, will shine on eternally. I cherish every day we spend together and I know that I can count on you to be there through the good times and the bad. And I promise that I will stay by your side and love you more with every year that passes. I will be there for you whenever you need me. I love you with all my heart."

You exchange rings (Vil's own design) and the registrar makes your marriage official. Vil seals his promise with a kiss. His kiss is soft and doesn't last very long, but you know he's saving the passionate kisses for later.

The guests congratulate you for your union and you leave the building, getting into the car that has been specifically rented for the occasion and decorated with flowers. With your guests behind you, you drive to the reception, hearing them honk their car horns in celebration of your wedding. "I just know we're interrupting some poor soul's afternoon nap", Vil sighs and chuckles.

A log has been placed in front of the entrance of your wedding reception, resembling the first obstacle you and Vil have to overcome as newlyweds. Vil's father hands you the saw to cut it as per tradition. "Hold on, I need to get my gloves", Vil gets his gloves from the car and you chuckle at how on brand this was for him. God forbid Vil Schoenheit breaks a nail on his wedding day. But since Vil is pretty physically strong, the two of you saw through the log rather quickly. "Magnifique!", Rook exclaims and starts clapping.

As the wedding reception you picked an elegant ballroom that reminds you a lot of Pomefiore during your school years. Carefully designed flower bouquets decorate the tables.

You and Vil sit down at the forefront of the tables where all your guests are able to see you. Before the buffet is opened, one of you holds a speech, thanking the guests for the gifts and their attendance and telling the story of how you met and fell in love. Vil's father and optionally, your closest family members, hold speeches as well to express their joy about your union.

After everyone has finished dinner, you share your first dance on the ballroom floor. Vil being Vil, has actually practiced this dance with you for a while before the wedding. Still, even if you'd step on his foot today, he's too happy to care. A slow song plays as you seem to only have eyes for each other for as long as your waltz lasts.

Once your dance concludes, you open the dancefloor to your guests as well to dance with their partners, friends and family. Vil and you hand-picked every song on your wedding playlist.

Sometime later during the evening, your guests have prepared some speeches and party games for you, including a slideshow of your most important memories together and a round of musical chairs which Vil happens to win.

Azul and you decide to hold two wedding celebrations, both under the sea and on land. You hire a wedding planner to help you set the whole thing up and you convince Azul not to charge the guests for the food.

Only your closest family members and friends attend the wedding ceremony under the sea, to make sure that Azul is able to provide enough potions for all of you to breathe underwater.

He's totally the nervous one out of the two of you. Kinda freaks out internally if anything doesn't go according to plan and during the time you spend planning your wedding, he sometimes needs you to take his mind off things and let him rest his head in your lap as you run your fingertips through your fiance's silver hair.

Since there's no real "wedding attire" for merfolk, Azul receives some traditional coral sea body paint which is temporary and luminous. You cup his cheeks before the ceremony. "You're so pretty", you gush quietly and Azul reminds you to save this for after the wedding with a blush on his face.

Azul's mother has to be the happiest guest. She sweeps her son up in a hug. "Awww my little Azul is getting married....they grow up so fast", she wipes her tears, "I remember when you were just 3 and you tried practicing your signature with ink on our living room walls." You giggle. "Mum...please", Azul groans and hides his expression behind his hand.

In remembrance of the mermaid princess's beautiful singing, the mermaids who have been invited to your wedding sing for you as you are united in front of the altar. Azul wraps an arm around your shoulder as the two of you listen to the siren song.

During your vows, you make sure to drive the point home about how beautiful you think Azul is inside and out, something that still gets him a little flustered even after all this time.

"My dearest y/n", Azul begins his own vows and can't resist pressing a kiss to your forehead before continuing with his speech, "when we met, my heart knew no rest nor satisfaction. I grasped for everything within my reach because I myself was unsure of what I was looking for. I know now, that what I really needed was closure and acceptance and love. You were there throughout my journey so far and I want you to be there for the rest of it. I have grown to love you from the bottom of my heart and I fall in love with you more and more every day. I want to share my future with you and I'll stand by your side, come what may, for as long as you'll let me be part of your world."

You seal your marriage with a soft and loving kiss and Azul can't repress the joyful "It's a deal!" that comes out of his mouth. "The only contract I'll be happy to sign with you", you joke.

You receive headpieces that are decorated with shells, featuring a golden shell reminiscent of the necklace the Sea Witch used to wear as the centerpiece.

After the ceremony you are given gifts by your guests. The merfolk typically give you items from land to accompany you on your journey beyond the sea, a tradition that originated from the collection of the mermaid princess and her union with the human prince.

Your celebration on land happens the day after at the beach. There's food and drinks and the atmosphere is as lively as you would expect from a beach wedding. There's sparklers and a bonfire as well.

As the sun sets, you and Azul are sent off in a boat to a ship you have rented where the celebration continues. Your closest friends accompany you with boats as well before the rest of your guests follow you. Your merfolk guests are watching from the surface of the sea.

The wedding celebration ends with a huge firework at midnight. "I love you", Azul whispers to remind you as the fireworks light up the night sky. He has his arms wrapped around you and presses a kiss to your cheek.

After the guests have left the ship, you and Azul are sent off to your honeymoon together.

Leona sees his family members gather around him and ask him a million questions about your upcoming wedding and everyone seems to have their own ideas for how to improve the festivities for the second prince. “You know”, he holds you in his arms on the evening before the wedding, “it’s not too late to ditch everyone and have a shotgun wedding in a neighboring country.” You chuckle and shake your head. “I think Farena would have a crisis if we did that.”

A couple of months before the wedding, the royal family invites your family and they get together over dinner to get to know each other better and discuss your wedding plans with you. Farena is really happy that Leona is getting married and that he’s seeing him actually put effort into something. 

The wedding ceremony is held at Pride Rock, just as recorded for every royal couple since the time of the King of Beasts. You, along with several guests, are wrapped in cloth and Leona has to guess which one is his betrothed. His senses never fail him though.

“You know, it would have been so embarrassing if you actually got it wrong. I would have never let you live this down”, you tease him. Leona shrugs. “Literally no one else here smells this much like herbivore”, he smirks and pokes your side affectionately. “I like to think this is a compliment”, you grin. “It is by now. I thought you were a pain back when I met you”, he whispers into your ear. You roll your eyes with a laugh. “What? I’m not allowed to say this during my vows, might as well do it now”, Leona pulls you close as your guests are busy talking to each other, “I don’t know what possessed you to stick around even through my obvious annoyance and terrible attitude but you crawled your way into my heart. I admit I wasn’t…the easiest person to love in the beginning. But I promise that I’ll never let you down again. Or… overblot. Actually I would appreciate it if we could just forget about the overblot.” Leona cringes. “Anyway, ‘suppose what I wanted to say is, thank you for stickin’ by me. I love you. A lot, actually. There was a long time where I didn’t really see a future for myself. But now I do. And I want to spend it with you.”

You are escorted to the wedding ceremony by your respective families. They shake hands before entering the venue together, accompanied by singing, dancing and drums. 

Leona’s official vows are very formal and something you knew Farena had beta-read. Nevertheless, you appreciate the gesture. You and Leona exchange rings and your families sign off on it as you are pronounced a married couple. Leona pulls you close and kisses you, wrapping his tail around your waist.

Your closest relatives and associates of the royal court assemble in a circle with you and Leona and your ceremony is concluded by the Royal Mjuzi giving his blessings for your marriage, just as it had already been done during the times where the King of Beasts roamed these lands. The Royal Mjuzi takes his bakora staff adorned with baobab fruits and shakes it in front of you. 

Leona and you light a unity candle before you ascend to the top of Pride Rock along with Farena and the queen. “I could lift you up and show you to the people like they did with Cheka when he was born”, Leona whispered with a smirk on his face. “I would prefer it if you do not do that”, you whisper back and shake your head. “Seriously don’t”, Farena warns his younger brother and Leona lets out a quiet laugh.

When you reach the top of Pride Rock, masses of people from Sunset Savannah have assembled below you, clapping and cheering as congratulations to your marriage. The royal family waves to the people and the live music reaches its climax.

As you descend from the large rock, the elders of the community give their wisdom and encouragement to you and Leona

The celebration after the ceremony happens on the palace grounds. Several emissaries from foreign countries as well as Sunset Savannah nobles have been invited and the celebration is also seen as an opportunity to improve Sunset Savannah’s ties with other nations. “Now we get to talk to stuck-up politicians, advocate for King Farena’s ideas and look pretty”, Leona whispers, never really having dropped the cynicism about his status as the second prince, “unless you’re open for suggestions…” “Leona, we’re not going to ditch the celebration, take a jeep out into the wilderness and kiss under the stars….okay maybe after the event we can do that.” “You know me too well”, your husband chuckles and wraps his arms around you from behind. 

“Do you think the great kings of the past give us their blessings as well?”, he asks, looking up at the stars. “I thought you said the stars were just giant balls of hot gas burning millions of miles away from us?”, you raise an eyebrow. “Eh, it’s a pick and choose thing for me, really”, Leona smiles and kisses your cheek, “I love you, herbivore.”

[schoenht]

congrats on 1k!!! for the event (which is still open i hope, timezones are hard), i was wondering if you could do an s/o who posted or rtd something about matching couples icons, and never asking their bf to do it bc its embarrassing--and leona and jade confronting them about it? please take your time w it and no pressure if you cant do it!!!

↝ matching icons

characters: leona kingscholar, jade leech

note: ahhhh tysm !!! <3 this was actually so fun to make i hope you enjoy !!

EVENT IS CLOSED!

[tempvstas]

Um. Hello. Could I request Vil, Leona, and Jamil with a baker s/o? And when I say baker, I'm talking a baker that can make anything from a simple batch of cookies to those extravagant cakes you find on Pinterest.

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Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Vil Schoenheit, Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper

Authors Notes: baking pog!

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Vil Schoenheit

He's impressed by your abilities, and he thinks it's pretty impressive that you can make such intricate designs

Definitely takes a few pictures and posts them on his Magicam story, he's smug when he sees so many people praising your skills. He's like "That's right, my s/o made that."

He has to adhere to a strict diet so he wouldn't stuff his face with your sweets, but he feels bad when you stare at him expectantly, waiting for him to try it. Instead, he'll encourage you to share it with your friends, saying that you thinking of him in the first place is good enough for him.

Leona Kingscholar

He's not a big fan of sweets unfortunately, he'll probably eat one or two of your cookies, but any more than that is too much for him.

Since he doesn't eat much of your sweets, he likes to watch you work. He thinks it's cute when you're focused, especially when you specifically scrunch up your nose.

Would definitely hug you from behind if it's just the two of you letting you do your thing. It's a win-win for him, he gets to hold onto you and keep you close to him while you get to work on what you want.

Jamil Viper

Jamil knows his way around the kitchen, so if you need any assistance with anything, he's more than happy to help assist you.

He's content with doing things his way, but if you have a specific way of doing things, like a routine when it comes to making baked goods he won't impede on it.

He might ask for your assistance for Kalim's numerous parties. He's always tasked with making large amounts of food, but this gives him an excuse to get him job done, but also time to be able to spend with you.

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[leonha]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.

c. leona kingscholar x bimbo!fem reader

warnings. toys, mean leona (he drives ofc), college setting, reader’s 20 y/o.

a/n. i’ve been on this account for over a year and this is my first drabble. not proofread, was very horny when i wrote this - enjoy!

“Happy birthday, ‘Ona!”

Well, if it wasn’t Leona’s favorite girl, strutting your way to his car with a small gift bag tucked under your hand. He sat in the driver's seat, head tilted against the headrest as he watched you trot to him in your tiny dress.

“Really takin’ your damn time. Hurry it up, we got reservations.”

There’s a pout evident on your cherry glossed lips as you settle yourself into his vehicle. It’s nice that he gets to break away from school on his birthday—And it’s even nicer that he brought you along with him; His precious freshman. “Don’t be so mean, you bully. I got you a gift!”

He sits up, his eyes following you while the slightest tinge of a smirk quirks at his lips. He quickly took into account his true situation. He got himself caught up with a pink loving bimbo and you sure as hell weren’t leaving him any time soon. “Must be real special to ya, getting me gifts and all.”

You hold the bag up in his direction and he takes it from your grasp. “Of course, you’re special, ‘Ona. You’re my boyfriend!”

He waves off your last set of words, digging through clusters of tissue paper to finally uncover his present. His expression sours as he takes a finer look at the device in his hand.

“And what am I gonna do with this?” It’s a bullet vibrator with a tail end, hot pink and small—Just as you are.

“Use it on me.” The tone of your voice was lower now and from the way you were squirming in the seat of the car, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity. He starts up the car in one swift motion, his other hand fidgeting with the vibrator. “Keep it in til’ we get to the place. If you cum, I'm leaving ya.”

As if it were instinct, you take the vibrator from his hand and shift your panties to the side, clicking the toy on and lodging it inside your cunt.

The first few minutes of the drive were safe aside from your incessant moaning in an attempt to stave off your pleasure. It wasn’t until his fingers found their way to your clit, strumming the nub in harsh circles that left you dizzy. You’d switch between biting at your lip to gripping his wrist to calm you down yet they were futile in the battle of stopping you from getting off because if there was one thing Leona had the energy for, it was teasing you until you were a dumb mess of a toy for his own pleasure. And it seemed to work when you cried out his name, letting him know that you couldn’t take it anymore, that you were gonna cum. You weren’t even halfway to the restaurant when your high washed over you and his freshly detailed car seat was littered in your essence. He scoffed at your weak resolve, pulling over on the highway and unlocking the doors.

“We had a deal. Get out.”

[solxamber]

Desperate Confessions with: Riddle Rosehearts , Leona Kingscholar

Others: Jamil and Sebek

Riddle Rosehearts

It’s almost dark when you finally step out of the library. The entire campus is steeped in the quiet warmth of the setting sun, casting long shadows and filling the air with a golden glow. You spot Riddle just a few paces away, standing by the ivy-laden wall, seemingly waiting for you. His usual composure is absent, replaced by an odd stillness in his posture, a tension that you can feel even from here.

"Riddle?" you ask, concern coloring your voice as you approach him. He turns, and for a moment, he doesn’t seem like himself. His face is flushed, his gaze intense, almost… desperate.

“You’re here,” he says quietly, almost in relief, though the softness of his words belies a turmoil simmering beneath. "I didn’t expect you to come out this late."

You tilt your head, trying to read the unspoken thoughts in his expression, but he doesn’t give you a chance. “I… need to tell you something.” His voice is tight, as though he’s struggling against himself to form the words. His hands are clenched at his sides, and he looks as if he’s trying to steady his breathing. “It’s—it’s been too much lately, and I don’t think I can keep pretending I’m…unaffected by you."

For a moment, he closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, they hold a vulnerability you’ve rarely seen. "You’ve haunted my thoughts, day and night. Every time I see you, I—I’m left wondering if I’ll be able to speak without… without feeling like my heart will burst. I feel like I’m losing control of myself whenever you’re near.”

His cheeks flush deeper, but he doesn’t look away. "I’m embarrassed by it. This—this lack of control.” His voice breaks, just a bit, and you can hear the self-criticism beneath his words. “I’ve spent my whole life restraining myself, and then you—” He takes a shaky breath. “You come into my life, and suddenly… I can’t.”

Your chest tightens at the rawness of his confession, at the deep-seated need he’s barely holding back. Before you can stop yourself, you close the gap between you, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him close.

Riddle’s breath catches, but he doesn’t pull away. His eyes are wide, a hint of disbelief mingling with hope as he gazes at you, unspoken words trembling on his lips. And in that moment, you realize that there’s no need for more words.

You surge forward, capturing his lips in a fierce, unrestrained kiss. It’s hard, almost desperate, and every ounce of feeling he’s kept bottled up seems to crash over both of you at once. Riddle’s arms wrap around you, and he clings to you as if he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

He kisses you back with the same intensity, almost a little shyly at first, but it quickly deepens into something far more passionate. His hand slips up to cup the side of your face, and you can feel his fingers tremble ever so slightly as he pulls you closer, kissing you like he’s wanted to for far too long.

When you finally part, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting together as you catch your breath. Riddle’s eyes are shining, his lips swollen from the kiss, his face flushed.

He looks at you with a kind of wonder, like he’s still not entirely certain this is real, and then, almost shyly, he whispers, “I didn’t… I didn’t know it could feel like this.” His voice is soft, reverent, as if he’s savoring each word, the remnants of his vulnerability lingering.

Leona Kingscholar

It sneaks up on Leona, this feeling he doesn't know what to name. At first, he thinks it's just irritation—that persistent gnawing that comes with your endless presence. You’re always around, talking, laughing, pulling him into things he swears he doesn’t care about. He assumes it’s only a matter of time before he finally snaps. But then you’re not there one day, and the world feels off-kilter.

He spends that entire afternoon restless, eyes flickering toward every entrance as if expecting you to walk through it. But you don’t. The gardens are too quiet, his naps too still, and he’s left with a strange emptiness that he can’t shake off.

The next day, you’re there again, and the weight lifts. He scowls when he catches himself relaxing, brushing it off, but it keeps happening. Days pass, and it’s clear—he misses you. This realization grates on him, bothers him in a way nothing else has. How could he, Leona Kingscholar, find himself so wrapped up in someone else?

Then, today, he’s back in his usual spot in the garden, the shade cooling his skin as he lounges, pretending to nap. He can hear your footsteps before he sees you, and he opens one eye as you approach, carrying a basket of food, smiling that soft, familiar smile of yours.

"Thought you’d like something to eat," you say, setting the basket down with that easy grace of yours that makes his chest ache.

And that’s it. That ache in his chest spills over, and he can’t hold it back anymore. It all comes rushing out, like a dam breaking.

"Why?" he says, his voice rougher than he intended. "Why do you keep coming here, even when I’ve given you every reason not to?" He’s sitting up now, leaning toward you, the intensity in his eyes making you blink.

He huffs, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "I thought you were a nuisance at first. Always hanging around, always in my space." His voice drops lower, rougher, almost as if he’s frustrated with himself. "But the truth is… I’m the one who’s a mess without you. You leave, and everything just… feels wrong."

There’s a pause, and he looks down, jaw clenched, hands clenched in his lap. "I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I don’t care anymore. All I know is… I want you here. Always." He raises his gaze to yours, the desperation flickering in his eyes a vulnerability that catches even him off guard.

Your heart swells, and as his words sink in, a smile breaks across your face. Tears well up in your eyes, unbidden, but you can’t help it. Before you know it, you’re leaning in, cupping his face, and pressing your lips to his in a kiss that’s as gentle as it is profound. The warmth of him, the rough texture of his skin against yours, grounds you, and you kiss him deeply, tasting the intensity of his feelings, the rawness he’s bared just for you.

As you pull back, his thumb brushes across your cheek, catching a stray tear. He leans forward, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, his own lips brushing lightly against the salt of your tears. "Even that," he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble, "even the taste of you like this… I want it all."

And you hold him close, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your palm, realizing that this is where you both belong.

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those who make sandcastles

leona kingscholar; 1,394 words; fluff... bc i was thinking about leona's power and... well.

he has never fancied himself a romantic (more a lazy realist, how could he not be, after all he’s seen, all he’s suffered, being born who he is — what he is), and yet the first time he makes you laugh, he wonders if he hasn’t just been lied to about what romance is for his entire life.

because how else is he to explain the way you make him feel, the way he can’t stop himself from staring when you move to brush your hair behind your ears, how his eyes are drawn to the sloping line of your shoulders when you sit across from him at lunch, shrugging or laughing at something someone else said. how else does he explain away the purr already curling up his chest the first time you reach out to run your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on the ends, marveling at the softness, saying that you wished you had hair like this — so beautiful and thick.

“it’s the royal blood that does it,” ruggie had teased, giggling to himself, and leona had considered glaring, but it’d been too hot and he found he couldn’t be bothered, not when you were still absently running your fingers along his scalp, making a mess of his thoughts.

“i dunno,” you’d said, looking down at him from above, his head pillowed on your lap, a grin perched on your lips like fireflies on a midsummer’s night, “i think it’s all the napping. they don’t call it beauty sleep for nothing.”

“hn, you should try it sometime, it’s pretty nice,” leona had said, letting his eyes fall shut, his tail tapping lazily against the gorgeous green lawns, the shade of the massive willow tree above them sending dappled sunlight across your skin in patterns he wishes he could paint into the darkness behind his eyes. just so he could trace them over again with his fingers, trail them over with his lips.

and at first, the tells himself that it’s a summer thing — the both of you driven to incoherence and passion by the warmth, the heat, that something like this could never last, like building sandcastles in a desert storm but then one night, you tell him that even if that were true, nothing would change. that you’d still be here in the morning.

“but…”

“why?” you finish for him, turning to look at him, your cheek pillowed on your folded arm, your eyes a pair of twin stars, locked in orbit in a distant galaxy and, not for the first time, leona finds himself caught in the sheer gravity of you.

you smile, and he thinks he feels the entire world around him spin to a stop, the wind shushing itself in the ruffling feathers of sleeping birds, the jungle a respite of silence for a single beat, a single held breath.

he reaches out to trail a finger along the silken smooth of your cheek and you reach out to catch his hand, pressing his palm to you.

“because… even if this ends one day… it wouldn’t change what i feel for you now. and just because a thing might break or fall apart one day doesn’t mean it isn’t worth building in the first place.”

leona laughs, the sound deep and rich as it rumbles from him, even as he shakes his head and pulls you closer, pulls you into his chest, tight enough for you to squeal, pushing back against him, squirming in his arms — he breathes you in and lets himself sink into the scent of you, the sweet and musk of your skin, the slight tang of your sweat, the fragrance of your body layered over his sheets.

that night, he falls asleep with you in his arms.

the next morning, you wake up to find him already awake, watching you with half-lidded eyes, a broad, easy grin on his lips.

“good dreams?’ you ask.

“mm,” he says, stretching slow and deliberate before twisting in a swift motion to pin you beneath him, “the best.”

you blink up at him, slow and sleepy and soft, “what about?”

“about… all the castles i’d build for you one day.”

“one day?”

“yeah,” he says, leaning down to nose at the juncture of your neck, shivering as he feels your fingers tangling in his hair, the breaths quickening in your chest.

“why one day?”

“cause…” he hums, trailing his lips gently along the exposed skin one your shoulder, savoring the way you gasp when he lets his teeth catch along your collarbone, “i don’t want to build you sandcastles.”

you laugh then, and he drinks in the sound, leaning down to catch it between his lips, silently thanking the heavens that the temperature of the dorms is so carefully controlled.

“so… what kind of castles will you build me?” you ask, pulling away, all the sleep now gone from your eyes, replaced by a sharp, scorching desire, the kind of look that sets leona’s entire body aflame.

he growls, deep in the registers of his throat, his chest, his whole body rumbling with the sound.

“i’m gonna build you castles of glass.”

“glass?” you quirk your head, your fingers pausing in their slow but certain journey down the front of his already half-opened sleep shirt.

he grins, catching your hand and bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your wrist and watching you gasp.

“yeah, from what i hear, they’re quite a bit sturdier than sand.”

“th-that they are but…” you hiss as he kisses up your arm before placing your hand behind his neck, his hands settling around you waist, “w-what’s all this about, all of a sudden?”

leona smirks before rolling the pair of you over to settle you over his hips, your hair spilling over your shoulders as you squeak and steady yourself with your palms on his chest.

“cause i’ve decided that i don’t want this to be over — i don’t want this to break or fall apart… i want this to last for —“ he still hesitates over the word forever, because sweet god, when did he become that kind of person, the kind of person who promises forevers, anyway?

“for a long, long time,” he says, finally, even as you press your lips and smile down at him, your thighs on either side of his, the morning sun washing the horizon in pinks and oranges, your cheeks a mirror for the blushing sky.

“and… what’s stopping you from doing that now?” you ask, walking your fingers up his chest, tracing your thumb along the line of is lips. he catches it between his teeth just to hear you moan.

“well… turning sand to glass isn’t exactly easy… we haven’t covered it in alchemy class yet.”

you tumble into a fit of giggles, burying your face in his chest, and leona finds himself laughing too, wrapping his arms around you, letting the laughter wash through him in waves, ebbing and cresting till he’s full to bursting with it.

“alright then, i’ll look forward to it,” you say, when finally, the pair of you have settled back into your bodies, your skins still tingling from all that laughter.

“you better. it’s gonna be incredible.”

“the most beautiful thing on the entire savannah.”

“mhm. and they’ll be strong enough to withstand any kind of storm.”

you grin, leaning up to press your lips to his jaw; he turns down towards you, catching your kiss against his.

“hm… but you’ll have to be careful,” you say, a bit breathless when you pull away.

leona hikes an eyebrow, “and why’s that?”

“cause glass is breakable, isn’t it?”

and here, he shrugs, casting his eyes back up at the high ceiling of his dorm.

“sure, but… if it breaks, then we’ll fix it. if it shatters then… we’ll build another one. a bigger one — a better one.”

because leona has never considered himself particularly romantic, but with you, he’s slowly come to realize that love, even more so than sand, is infinite. and you can always, always make more of it when you need it.

[writingfool001]

The Fairest

Request: Yes by Anon

 Riddle, Leona and Jamil with an s/o who sleepily tells them they're the fairest in the land. Headcanons pretty please 🥺

Pairing: Riddle, Leona, & Jamil x GN! Reader (Seperately)

Warning: GN! Reader, you/your pronouns, quick read, slightl crack, probably OOC, no revision bc I will die on my hill

“Hey you, I have something very important to tell you,” You sleepily said to your boyfriend after noticing he was awake. “You’re the fairest in the land. Vil can’t compare to you. That’s all I wanted to say, good night.” 

Riddle 

Riddle.exe broken. His face is as red as his hair, and he tries to speak before looking down at your sleeping self. Did he want to wake you up to figure out what was up with this sudden confession? Yes, but he let you sleep. For a while, he’ll think back to that moment and hide his reddened cheeks while lecturing himself for thinking about that while in the middle of his work.  

When he doubts your confession, he would reluctantly bring it up since he is still getting used to being vulnerable. He would hesitate and debate about bringing it up, he decided not to and try again later. Be patient. Once he brings it up, he was caught off guard at you telling him that you meant what you said. He leans into your touch when you cup his face before giving him a kiss. From then on, he thinks about it whenever he's having a down day. 

Leona 

He quietly chuckled at your sleepy confession before going back to pulling you close and falling asleep. His ego went up and later teased you about it. He also mentioned that he may tell Vil about what you said, he won’t. Maybe. Either way, you look out for an angry wild Vil for a while, in case. He’ll jokingly tell you to tell him how handsome you think he is. 

Part of him thinks that you were lying and would try to hide if you asked what was bothering him. It would either take a bit to get it out of him, if you two are in the open, or he would just tell you, probably when you two are in his room, about his insecurity. Once reassured, he would hold you close and bury his face in your neck while his tail wrapped around one of your limbs.  

Jamil 

He felt his face redden as he screamed internally, not wanting to wake you. He would hardly get any sleep that night as the memory of your sleepy confession floated around. It would be in the back of his head as he went about his day and cause him to space out before catching himself. Then bring it up later to you. 

OR 

He would shake you awake, demanding an explanation behind your sudden confession. When you wake to see your boyfriend’s flushed face as well as his irritated expression before asking you to repeat yourself. When he tells you to not lie to him, it was his turn to be caught off guard when you tackled him and held his face in your hands before telling him that you don’t fuck around when you compliment him.  

He eventually melted in your embrace before cuddling you close, feeling butterflies in his stomach as he accepted the compliment.  

[m00nkissedlover]

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"cause all I wanna do is lie with you~"

leona kingscholar x reader | word count: 1,150 words

summary: during preparations for halloween, you and leona share a rather comfy moment~ 🍂

warnings: none!

note: kinda rushed, not really proofread. also, i love leona sm, OMG-

cheerful banter, excited voices, and the scents of pumpkin, cinnamon, and apples filled the air of night raven college. students and faculty alike were working hard in preparation for everyone's favorite holiday: halloween.

each dorm, being led and directed by their dorm leaders, was hard at work, decorating for the spooky and fun filled holiday that was only days away.

you were working with grim to hang up some pumpkin and skull shaped garlands, holding a few nails between your teeth as you hammered them into the wall. "these look too boring!" the cat-like creature complained, flicking at one of the paper skulls with his paw.

"well what do you recommend we do? this was all they had in the storage closet..." you sighed, rolling your eyes at your furry companion's complaints. he thought for a moment before perking up, a mischievous little grin on his face.

"i think it'll look better all lit up!" he exclaimed, taking a deep breath. before you could stop him, grim had already let out a breath of fire, the blue flames licking the paper and thread of the garlands.

"grim, what did you do?!" you yelled, rushing to fan out the flames before they burned your dorm to the ground.

"what? i thought it'd look cool..." grim said, realizing his mistake. you sighed, gently petting his head after you finished putting out the small fire.

"it's alright, you didn't know this would happen." you mumbled, looking at the now charred garland at your feet. "i'll go ask around the other dorms and see if they have extra garlands."

you said, grabbing your jacket as you made your way out the door. "bring back some tuna!" grim yelled after you, your response being a thumbs up.

you'd tried most of the dorms, realizing they were either done decorating or still in the process. when you went to heartslabyul, duce and ace were on their way out, riddle yelling something along the lines of "get the right decorations or it's off with your heads!"

"what happened?" you asked as the two walked with their heads hanging in shame.

"someone took the wrong box of decorations. these actually belong to savanaclaw dorm." duce said, earning himself a poke in the side from ace.

"okay, but in my defense, the closet was pretty dark!" he protested, a soft laugh pushing past your lips.

"looks like they have extra garlands. mine burned down cause grim was trying to show off again." you explained, stepping onto the grounds of the savanaclaw dorms.

"are you sure that's why you're here?" ace asked, a knowing grin on his face. you playfully shoved him as duce went up to knock on the door. the door swung open and ruggie stood there, a box full of heartslabyul decorations in hand.

"oh, i was just about to come return these." he laughed, shoving the box into ace's arms.

duce gave him the correct box and thanked ruggie, getting ready to leave before he was tugged to the side by ace. you raised an eyebrow as you saw the two whispering and glancing at you a few times.

you weren't sure exactly how you got into this situation, but you and ace were currently helping ruggie and jack put up fake cobwebs in the corners of the room. duce had volunteered to go take the decorations back to ramshackle and heartslabyul.

"where's mr. king of the jungle? shouldn't he be helping too?" you asked, glancing around for the familiar lion.

"he's taking his "power nap." says he can't help out if he's sleepy." ruggie said, rolling his eyes.

"ugh, ruggie, we're out of thumbtacks." ace said, hopping off of the ladder. "ummm, i think leona has some in his room." jack replied, tying off the string of another garland.

"y/n, could you get them?" ace asked, that stupid grin on his face again. "why can't you-"

"ace, could you come hold this for a second?" ruggie yelled, obviously in on it and giving ace the perfect excuse.

"duty calls~" he smirked, making you scoff and curse at him under your breath.

you softly knocked on the door of leona's room, listening for a sign to enter. "he's probably asleep..." you thought, slowly opening the door and taking a peek inside.

you were correct: there in a plush, king sized bed, slept leona kingscholar himself, still in his uniform minus the jacket. you slowly stepped inside the room, walking over to his desk area and snagging the box of thumbtacks, making your way back to the door. you stopped halfway, glancing over at leona's sleeping form.

he looked so peaceful, as if he didn't have a care in the world. he probably didn't. absentmindedly, you reached your hand out and gently brushed some of his hair from his eyes, seeing them slowly start to flutter open.

you froze as his emerald green eyes seemed to widen a little at seeing you, a sleepy grumble leaving his lips, his tail flicking behind him. "herbivore? what are you doing here?"

"sorry to wake you. ruggie said he needed help with the halloween decorations, so ace and i decided to stay." you couldn't help but laugh a little, taking in his half asleep stare as he sat up with a groan.

"ace needed some thumbtacks for putting up the cobwebs." you said, holding up the box.

"you're really going along with all of this stuff?"

"what, you mean decorating? it's much more fun that way! gets everyone into the halloween spirit!" leona rolled his eyes, playfully flicking you in the forehead.

"of course you'd say that. now if you'll excuse me, i'll get back to my nap." he said, getting ready to get back into his bed. "at least come and help-!"

you let out a startled yell as you were pulled down into the plush blankets of leona's bed. "leona, what are you doing?"

"isn't it obvious? sleeping. you can leave if you want. but if you decide to stay, i'd appreciate it if you stayed quiet." he yawned, his tail swishing a bit. you felt your heart skip a beat, your eyes glancing up to meet leona's.

he wordlessly pulled you closer, resting his chin on your head, already knowing you had no intentions of pulling away.

it felt nice, so nice to be held by the otherwise grumpy lion. he smelled like citrus and something musky. his embrace felt like a protective bubble, keeping you safe and secure. you felt your breathing get a bit slower as eyelids fluttered closed, your arms wrapping around leona's middle. no words had to be exchanged. it was already obvious how you felt about each other.

bonus: ace and ruggie walked in on you two and of course ace took pictures...and of course you chased him down the hall the next day when he sent them to you. 🍂

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【 chapter 7 - first meetings, proposals, and the end of winter 】

summary tags: the last chapter T^T, a family reunion, cheka forcing leona's hand (real), goodbye cheka, and then the angst, me when i finally explain why yuu has the doubts they have :'))), i promise there is comfort at the end of the rainbow

word count: 4.6k (considering there's no omake, this is hefty)

author's note: the long awaited ending to this series is finally here ^^ it's a little surreal how long it has been since i last updated, but without further ado, enjoy the chapter <33

[ baby it's cold outside series | read it on ao3 ]

There were many problems that you could avoid by ignoring them. And there were many that wouldn’t go away, and instead, incessantly keep staring right at you from across the room. 

Yuu’s current problem was Leona.

They were attempting to very subtly avoid him, but it was hard when he was one of the only three people in the room. And after the events of yesterday… Yuu would say in very generous language that conversing with him had become just a bit difficult. Leona had, in a roundabout way, asked them if they liked him. They couldn’t quite wrap their head around what he would gain from knowing anyway. The satisfaction, maybe?

Yuu blinked. Focus. They zeroed in on the half-packed suitcase, and then at Cheka, who seemed intent on lying down on the pile of clothes that had yet to be packed.

"Yuu-tan," The little lion was crawling into their lap now, messing up the clothes they were folding. "Can I not go?"

"It's okay," They consoled, hand drifting to the cub's hair. "It’s not a bad thing, I thought you missed your family."

"I do, but–!" Cheka grabbed at the shirt in their hands. "Yuu-tan and Ojitan are family too! Can't you come with me?"

Cheka's eagerness might have rubbed off on them just a little. They were sure they would miss him and his infectious laughter. It was easier than going through the exhausting drag of school. But Cheka needed to go back, and they didn't know what to say except, "I..." 

"We have school, you little brat," Leona plucked him up by the scruff. "You could just video call if you miss me."

"You say that like you'll actually be going to class," Yuu couldn't help the teasing words that slipped out of their mouth, all too used to the banter. They froze for a moment, waiting for Leona to ignore them.

Instead, Leona paused, placing Cheka a good distance away from the suitcase, "What classes do you take?"

"Why do you ask?” They folded another shirt. “You aren’t planning on copying from me are you?”

"Hmm," A faint smirk grew on his face. "Now that you mention it, that would be a good idea. Though I’m sure it’ll end up being the other way around." And Yuu resisted the urge to roll their eyes.

Whatever classes that they took, Leona must’ve already taken in his first year. And with Leona’s freakishly excellent memory, they were sure he would have more than a field day lecturing them through their mistakes. 

"Yuu-tan, Yuu-tan," Cheka whispered. They leaned closer to listen as he continued, "Are Yuu-tan and Ojitan done fighting?"

Well, shit.

"What makes you say that?" Yuu said quietly. They wondered which part made it obvious to even a 5 year-old that they had a disagreement.

"It's just..." He hesitated before cupping a hand over his mouth. "Ojitan was staring at you and not talking this whole time."

They blinked, "He was?" 

Yuu knew that he was staring. It was all but obvious that Leona wanted them to know that he was, for whatever reason. But for Cheka to notice, was—

"Was not," Leona said. Very loudly, Yuu might add, clearly announcing he heard everything. "And some people should understand that eavesdropping is not a flattering hobby, especially for an adult."

"Eavesdropping...?" Cheka asked. Leona said nothing more, his ears flicking as he stared at the door. 

The question of who was eavesdropping was answered as the door swung open, revealing a guilty-looking beastperson hunched next to the door. And right behind him were what looked like two guards.

As the beastperson stood, they came to a startling realization. So this was Falena, King of Afterglow Savanna and brother to Leona. And Cheka's beloved father. It had to be, with hair a darker shade of sunrise that mirrored Cheka's own.

He scratched at his hair in a sheepish manner, "It seems your hearing is as sharp as it was when you were a cu— oof—!"

His words were interrupted by Cheka all but barreling right into his midsection. Ouch. That must’ve hurt. They watched with slight horror as the King doubled over, before crouching down to hug his child.

Cheka seemed oblivious to his father’s pain as he squealed, "Papa! You came to get me?"

"How could I turn down the opportunity to see my precious m'toto sooner?" He asked, kissing the little cub all over his face. And their heart ached as they watched Falena dote on his child. He turned belatedly, with another greeting, "It is nice to see you, brother."

Leona seemed to regard the display of affection with contempt, a frown marring his face, "It's nice to see that you came even after I told you not to."

"Ahem!" Falena straightened his posture. "I came because I wanted to see you." Leona didn’t answer him, turning his attention toward the window. They briefly wondered what Leona felt whenever he saw Falena and Cheka together.

"Aww, I wish that Mama came too," Cheka said, cheeks puffed out.

Yuu was glad that the Queen wasn't there. One Savanna royal was enough on most days, but being in a room with four of them at the same time? They were already struggling not to react to the wary gazes of the guards standing behind the King. It was their job to be vigilant against strangers, and they were quite the definition of a stranger; standing awkwardly in the middle of the room without any purpose. Leona moved closer, almost shielding them.

It wasn't long until Falena's gaze fell on them, a surprised look washing over his face, "My apologies for being so rude. Won't you introduce me to your friend, brother?" There was a pause, where Falena was looking at Leona with a hopeful glimmer while Leona looked like he would rather be elsewhere.

The silence was broken as Leona released a drawn-out sigh, "That's—"

"—Yuu-tan!" Cheka cheered, jumping from Falena's arms in favor of clinging onto their legs. "Yuu-tan's been taking care of us both. And they live in this cool haunted house! And they have a talking cat!"

Great. How positively lovely. It was the first impression of them the King of Afterglow Savanna had and it was the fact that they lived in a haunted house with a talking cat.

"They go to NRC as well," Leona said, folding his arms. "And they can't use magic. They're not a threat." The last part felt particularly targeted toward the guards, who finally loosened their grip on their weapons. 

"And, and!" Cheka added taking their hand and Leona's. "Yuu-tan and Ojitan are best friends! Isn't that so cool?" Oh Great Seven. Yuu could do nothing but offer a smile toward the monarch, trying very hard not to catch Leona's prickling gaze.

Cheka then turned to Leona, "I did a good job keeping Yuu-tan a secret, right?"

Yuu couldn't focus enough to listen to Leona's answer, especially not when Falena was regarding them with sparkling eyes.

"Ah, so you must be the mystery person from yesterday!" Falena immediately took their hand in his— though they couldn't follow what he meant. "It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Falena, I'm Leona's older brother."

Yuu shook his hand, "It's nice to meet you, your Majesty." Their tone felt awkward, jilted even, because well, they were talking to a King. With the way the guards were still looking at them, they couldn't be too careful.

"Ah, you can speak with me comfortably, if you'd like," Falena tilted his head slightly. "It really is peculiar! I've met magicless people before but they usually still carry traces of magic. Instead, you smell exactly like Cheka and Leona."

"Oh," They glanced down at Cheka, who was looking at them so innocently. "I've been with them for the past week, so I guess I do."

"And plus," Cheka added. "Yuu-tan is like family!"

"Family, huh?" Falena hummed before ruffling Cheka's hair. "Do you really like them that much?" Cheka nodded a couple of times and Falena let out a laugh.

"Alright, I like you more already," Falena grinned. And like this, they could see why they were brothers. It was that same glimmer in the Falena's eyes that they would see whenever Leona was playing Spelldrive.

"Oi," Their head whipped around, finding that Leona was back on the couch. "Isn't it about time for you to leave?" The irritation in his voice was blindingly obvious, but Falena seemed to take no heed.

"We'll leave in a second— Guards, please take Cheka's belongings for now— You know it's not every day I get to meet your friends, Leona," Falena turned back toward them. "I wanted to say thank you for taking care of my Cheka and for being here with Leona. And I would like to offer you something in return."

Falena's last sentence seemed to echo in their ears.

I would like to offer you something in return.

Yuu's smile stiffened, "I'm sorry?"

A reward. They weren’t even sure if they should accept a reward for what they did, not when they already had a prior arrangement with Leona. And even if they did, what would they ask from a king?

"A present!" Cheka giggled. "Yuu-tan, why don't you come with us to the Savanna?"

Yuu crouched down, "But I've got school to attend, remember?" 

"Noooo," Cheka whined, glancing between them to Leona. "Then can I come to NRC too, Papa? I wanna go to school with Yuu-tan and Ojitan."

"By that time we would've graduated," Leona very helpfully pointed out and Yuu almost wanted to smack him. "Aren't the video calls enough?"

"Then..." Cheka looked frustrated, and Yuu wasn't sure if they should be cheering him up or being relieved that the cub had run out of ideas. "Then!" 

"Then?" Falena asked encouragingly.

Cheka’s eyes finally lit up, a big grin spreading on his face, "Then when I grow up, I'll marry Yuu-tan!"

There was a gasp and Yuu turned to see one of the guards with their mouth wide open. The guard immediately turned their expression stoic when they realized they were caught. But they shared the guard's sentiment. How else would someone react to being proposed to by the Crown Prince of Afterglow Savanna?

"Er, Cheka...?" Falena looked just as shocked. "You're already... Marriage?" It seemed that Falena's brain was still trying to process that Cheka was talking about marriage. He had to be, considering that Cheka was his one and only son and the fact that he probably knew little to nothing about what marriages meant.

"Why not? Marriage is when people love each other right?" Cheka looked at them so hopefully, as if they would say ‘yes’ to marrying him. "And then we can all live together at the palace.”

Yuu plucked up courage to speak, "I can’t marry you. I'm too old for you, little lion." That and plenty of other things that Yuu wanted to say but couldn’t, because how was Cheka supposed to understand the different types of love? Cheka frowned a little at the rejection before he turned to his father.

"Then Papa!" Falena snapped to attention. "Can't you find someone else to marry Yuu-tan?"

Aaand now Cheka was asking Falena to set up an arranged marriage for them. What the fuck were they supposed to do now?

"Wait, Cheka—” 

But Cheka was on a mission, grabbing at Yuu's arm with enthusiasm, "We have lotsa nice and pretty beastpeople relatives at the Savanna, so Yuu-tan can choose who to marry! That way you can live with us at the pala— Woah!"

"Not a chance, brat," Leona's scowl was on full display as he plucked Cheka into the air. "Why would they marry any other beastperson?"

There was a short pause as if everyone was trying to process what exactly Leona meant. Then it collectively dawned on the room. And Yuu couldn't breathe.

"So Ojitan will marry Yuu-tan?" Cheka asked, his eyes sparkling and a mega-watt smile practically beaming from his face.

Leona didn't say anything. Instead he stared over at them as he shoved the cub into Falena's arms. Yuu's head was still spinning. If they were nervous at the prospect of offending Falena before, the feeling had only gotten worse now.

"N-Now, now Cheka," Falena tried as he finally gathered his bearings. "It's up to Yuu-san who they want to marry. And a reward is supposed to be something they want."

"But Ojitan's right!" Cheka argued, staring at them over Falena's shoulder. "Ojitan is the prettiest and the nicest beastman for Yuu-tan to marry!"

"Be a good boy and hush now, Cheka," Falena said before turning toward them. "Don't mind what Cheka was saying. It was very nice to meet you, but malkia wangu expects me back before lunch, so I have to bid you goodbye. It was very nice meeting you," There was something in Falena's eyes— something that said they would definitely meet again. "Oh, and Leona, don't forget to call me next week."

"Yeah, yeah," Leona ran a hand through his hair, sparing them another obvious glance.

"Bye bye Ojitan! Yuu-tan!" Cheka yelled over Falena's shoulder as they left. "Make sure to get married in the Savanna, okay? Imma get you the bestest gift!"

They slumped on the floor as the door clicked shut. Yuu...didn't quite know what to do now. Their weeklong mission of taking care of Cheka was over. And winter break was going to be over soon enough as well. That meant returning to their normal routine of dragging Grim to class and praying that he doesn't fail. That also meant that their arrangement with Leona would come to an end.

But instead of future plans, Yuu was still stuck on that instead. 'That' being the fact that Leona chose not to step in until Cheka suggested an arranged marriage for them. That being the fact that Leona didn’t refute it when Cheka asked if he was offering himself to them.

"What are you doing on the floor?" They looked up to see Leona watching them. Again. He did that far too often nowadays, staring and getting caught and raising an eyebrow in challenge as if they had been the one staring. They really couldn’t understand his behavior.

"Listen, you..." They very carefully placed themself at the edge of the bed; far away from Leona. "You know I didn't get close to Cheka for some reward, right?"

"Guess you owe that reward to me, huh," He snorted as if it amused him to think of them in that light. "Use your favor well, herbivore. There’s a lot you can ask for."

"I'm trying to be serious," Yuu frowned, and they couldn't believe that they were avoiding him just hours ago. They paused before adding, "And I plan on refusing anything that has to do with me marrying anyone."

Leona's expression shifted into contemplation, "You wouldn't want to marry royalty?"

They entertained his question, chuckling, "I thought we established that I'm too old for Cheka. Your brother looked like he was about to keel over at the thought. And I wouldn't want to marry some stranger. Besides—"

"I meant me, stupid herbivore."

Yuu's first reaction was to hurl an insult back. It was automatic. Natural, even. They had been insulted, after all. That was the game that they had always played, trading verbal blow after blow with a fervor that lit their blood on fire.

It was the very song and dance that had curried Leona's favor toward them, enough so that he didn't completely despise them for being one of the reasons he overblotted, and enough that he would begrudgingly allow them to share a room with him, even if it was only a short three days.

And yet all those biting words fell short of being said, wedged in their throat like a bad case of hiccups because—

No, Yuu couldn't quite believe it. Their mind turned Leona's sentence around in their brain, trying in vain to find some other meaning. Some other meaning that wasn't Leona asking them to marry him, and the multitude of other questions that cropped up if they accepted that meaning.

"You're..." Their brow furrowed, grasping at the only possible logical explanation they had. "You're saying that in a hypothetical way, right?" The answer they wanted was his smirk, the teasing tone of his voice as he asked if they 'really wanted to marry him that bad'. That way they could’ve scowled, or even just laughed it off like it was a bad joke. 

What they got instead was his unflinching green eyes taking in their every reaction, "What if I was serious?"

"I'm not a mage," Yuu's heart seemed to crow against their ribs as they struggled for any another excuse. "I don't have any magic or extraordinary talent. Nor do I have strong family backing. I– I can't offer you any power in return. I'm as commoner as a commoner could get, your royal highness."

Cynicism tangled with their tone as they spoke the title. It was easy to say, especially with a week of practice under their belt. They almost laughed at the irony of their master-servant act; at how closely it mirrored their status in the real world. The tension that loomed between them slowly turned sharp, waiting to cut.

"So you've decided that the only possible reason I would marry you is...for monetary gain," Leona's anger didn’t explode. It simmered, the careful deliberation of his words like a twist of a knife. "And in the same breath, you denounce your own abilities."

"Why else would you suggest such a thing?" Yuu asked. No, they accused. It was an accusation, they had to admit. The words sounded so cold, and so...so far away from them as soon as it left their lips.

Leona was on his feet in seconds. It took only two steps for him to be in front of them, and barely another second for him to kneel at the ground in front of them.

Their eyes widened, their instinct to grab at him, "Leona, what—"

"What did I do?" He demanded, his voice strained with anger, confusion, and what they thought was sadness. "What did I do that made you believe that I was incapable of liking you?"

What did Leona do? What did Leona ever say, other than those offhanded comments he made to everyone? Their heartbeat seemed to roar in their ears with every second that ticked by that they didn't have an answer.

"And what did you do?" They didn't realize they had been looking at the ground until Leona's head bowed to catch their gaze. "Why can't you accept it if I did like you? Why can't you just reject me?"

And it felt like the tension had finally shattered. The shrapnel of it cut at the softest parts of their heart. What would it matter if Leona did like them? He would surely leave them alone if they said no. Their nails bit into their palms, the pain a small sting compared to the way their heart ached. It was exactly because they couldn't say no. But what was so wrong with them saying yes?

Leona heaved out another sigh, "At least answer me this time."

This time. Yesterday, they had promised to answer him the next time he asked. And he was asking. Now. The proud Leona Kingscholar, on his knees for them. Waiting on their answer. And Yuu couldn’t help but feel their shoulders shake as they found their answer.

"Do I...deserve you?" Yuu could only afford a whisper as they put a voice to their most pathetic thoughts. "Someone like you shouldn't...you shouldn't settle for less." The worry, the self-doubt, and what they knew was self-sabotage. Everything that tangled into such a big mess that they would rather take scissors to it rather than try to untangle it.

"All my life I spent letting people's expectations ruin my own ambitions," Leona's eyes burned into theirs, a tender understanding in his words. "Deserving something doesn't matter. Take what you want, and fight for it. Fight until you win and if you don't, keep trying. That's the life I want to lead.

"And the person I want is you."

This was Leona trying. There he was, his hands carefully working at his own mess.  Yuu understood it now. The Leona they knew who always wielded his sharp words and unshakable scowl was now trying to take a step closer to them. And what kind of person would they be if they didn't try to struggle on their own?

Yuu found the end of their string. And they tugged. 

"If..." They watched as Leona's ear twitched at the tremble of their voice. "If we end up dating, you can't always pick fights with Grim. And you can’t get in trouble with Crowley anymore."

Leona's head bumped against their knee, "C’mon, give me a real answer." He stared up at them, brown locks tickling their leg. His face didn't betray his emotions, though they could see hope flickering in his eyes.

"I like you, Leona," Yuu's breath hitched as they spoke the words they had only ever thought of. "I like you so much it hurts to think about rejecting you." Their words seemed to reverbrate in their own chest, sounding too loud for the quiet of the room.

Then Leona was right there, hands gentle as he guided them backward; the softness of his bed engulfing them in seconds. It was like he was waiting for it. The possibility that they would’ve said yes. His eyes peered down at theirs, a hand at their cheek.

"Good," The singular word weighed heavily on their chest as the rumble of Leona's laugh accompanied it. "Sevens, you know by now, how much I wanted your answer to be yes." Yuu managed a nod, all but breathless from the sudden closeness. He pressed closer, impossibly, as he grinned with something boyish they had never seen.

"Herbivore." That teasing nickname had never sounded so sweet before. "We're dating now." Leona said it so much like a statement that they almost balked; even if they weren't opposed. They almost wanted to protest but his hand squeezed their own, "You're mine."

They didn't miss the possessive edge his voice took, raising an eyebrow, "That makes you mine too."

"Say it once."

They feigned innocence, thumbing at his hair, "Say what once?"

"You won't take mercy and indulge in me this once?" His ears seemed to droop the slightest bit. It was obvious that he did it on purpose. But by Sevens, Yuu was weak to him. And they knew it would only get worse with time.

But they knew now that Leona was just as weak to them.

They made sure to look him in the eyes as they spoke, "I'm yours, Leo—"

Leona was kissing them. Interrupting them, though they were sure he heard all that he wanted. Great Seven, his mouth. They could hardly think when Leona kissed them like a man starved of touch. His lips slid against theirs as his hands roamed, tracing their jaw and down their spine; both gentle and scalding. And all they could do was burn, their lips joining Leona's in a feverish dance. With each smooth glide of his mouth, they found it hard to stifle the sounds that threatened to spill from their chest, their grip tightening on his hair.

"Yuu," Leona murmured as he barely pulled away. And they could feel the way his lips shaped around the syllable of their name, brushing against their own. It was intoxicating. They never heard their name being said with such longing before.

Yuu almost wanted to kiss him again.

And they did, pulling him closer to press another kiss against his lips. Slower this time. Savoring the touch. And gentler, though they could still feel heat flare when Leona's tongue brushed their lip; which was too often to be unintentional.

They were both panting as they pulled back, and they couldn't tear their gaze away from Leona. Beautiful Leona, hair in disarray and his lips slick with spit, curved into the softest smile they had seen out of him yet. 

"Wow, you really do like me," They breathed out, and they almost cringed at the disbelief in their voice.

Leona rolled his eyes, his expression returning to normal, "It took us making out for you to get it?"

"It took a moment for it to really sink in," They admitted as Leona fell beside them. "You’re out of my league, I think."

"I could say the same to you," Leona didn't seem to react, though his ear swiveled slightly. They were sure he was saying that to spare their feelings.

“So,” Yuu let their fingers slide against the back of Leona’s palm. "What now?"

He grunted, "Now we sleep."

A pause.

"You can't be serious."

"I'm being 100% serious, herbivore," Leona said, his chin pressing against their shoulder. "It's too early in the morning for anything right now."

Wait. Early in the morning…?

"Uhm, Leona?"

"What."

"I…” They mustered the most pitiful expression and tone they had in them. “I forgot to build a fire for the fairies this morning."

Leona opened an eye, "You mean when you were ignoring my existence?"

"You were practically ignoring me too!" Yuu sat up. Or at least tried to. It was hard when there was a seatbelt of muscle basically holding them down. "C'mon, Leona. You don't even have to come with me."

"I do have to come with you," Leona grouched, though he finally allowed them to sit up.

"And why is that?" Yuu asked as they stood up, reaching for their coat.

They spun around to find Leona standing there, jacket half on, "Because it's cold outside."

"You gotta have a better excuse than that," Yuu laughed, finding the frown on Leona's face almost cute. It was clear that Leona didn't want them to leave. They didn't want to leave either, but it wouldn't be funny if they made it through the entire break without missing their task only to get distracted by Leona.

"Fine. I'm supervising you," Leona took another step closer. "For every minute that you spend, I'm gonna extend our nap by five minutes."

Yuu took his hand, slipping it into their own pocket, "Let's just stick with the excuse that it's cold outside."

Leona didn't complain, huddling closer as they walked out. They squeezed his hand tighter as a gust of wind greeted them outside the Hall of Mirrors.

Yes, it was cold outside, but Yuu could hardly feel it. Not when their chest was buzzing with warmth. Not when they were feeling lighter than they had in days. And especially not with Leona by their side, complaining about how it should be a crime for winters to get this cold.

"It's almost the end of winter," Yuu said with a laugh. “Of course it’s cold.” Despite what they said, they huddled closer to Leona.

“At least it’ll be spring soon,” Leona yawned. “It’s perfect napping weather.”

Yuu made a show of tapping their chin, “Maybe I’ll go out on a couple of dates with my new lover.”

“Hmm,” Leona glanced at them sideways, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Maybe you will. After you take a nap with him.” And they supposed that was how it was. They were dating the Leona Kingscholar after all. If they had to take a nap before going out on a date with him, then so be it. Once winter ends, there was no doubt they would have plenty of spring days to look forward to.

and that's (almost) the end !! thank you so much for reading this very largely self-indulgent series of mine, and thank you for not giving up on this ending ^^ the last part of the series is the epilogue, 'winter's aftermath', which will tie off the story for good. until next time, check out my masterlist for more leona-filled brainrot >:D

[ tiny swahili dictionary ]

mtoto means "child"

malkia wangu means "my queen"

see prev chapter for more explanations on each term ++ why i chose swahili

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