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leona prefers kissing your neck over any other valentine’s day gift.
a/n: i miss leona….slightly suggestive.
leona’s not a fan of sweets, you’ve noticed. he warned you about gifting him chocolates for valentines — you’d probably have to eat them for you both. “nah, they’re just too sweet,” he’d say, his ears practically flattening themselves in distaste at the thought of eating candy. he knows he’s not a fan of candy or rather, at least not any traditional type of sweets.
if he had it his way, however, he’d eat you up all hours of the day. the first kiss you two shared had sparked something in his brain that he can no longer ignore. a need, a desire, a hunger for you. like an itch, lurking beneath the surface of his skin that he cannot ignore when he’s around you.
it’s there when he’s kissing the corners of your mouth, goading you into begging for his lips on yours. when he trails down past your jaw and onto that pulse point on your neck—where you let out a little pleased sigh when kissed—and the smirk that graces his face is so handsome you have to avert your eyes. truly, your lips and pleased sounds drive him mad; had he been any weaker, you’d have to walk around campus bearing his lovesick marks all around your neck.
he likes the idea too, knowing no one else could even try to stake a claim on you. but he knows you’re much to shy to parade around like that so he holds back.
“leona,” you plead, missing the feeling of his soft lips on your neck. you wrap your arms around his shoulders and gently card your fingers into his hair. “somethin’ the matter?” he whispers into your collar bone, barely audible enough for you to hear.
“please quit teasing me.” you mutter back, already knowing that your confession would bring about a shit-eating grin on his face. “oh? you can’t handle my kisses anymore? don’t go getting all shy on me,” he says, but continues his ministrations on your neck. he knows he’s won once he feels your grip in his hair tighten and the sounds that come out of your mouth are far too enticing to satiate with mere kisses.
yes, he’s not a fan of chocolates or the like—but he has found something, someone, much more sweeter.
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leona believes that loving him is a daunting challenge.
a/n: found this one DEEP in my drafts. apologies for any errors.
it isn’t like the savanaclaw dorm leader to feel….insecure. he hates the way that word itself rolls of his tongue, like a nasty glob that entraps itself in his throat ‘till he can’t breathe. he doesn’t feel jealous, or so he claims. no, the savanaclaw dorm leader feels no such things— he is above such minuscule emotions.
at least that’s what he tells you when he’s upset.
truth is, he envies how easily you love others. how easily you love him. it’s like breathing to you. he wishes he could pay you back for all the love and adoration you pour into him. all the riches in the world can’t compare to how you make his heart flutter when you lean a little too close to whisper a secret to him. or how his heart races when you place your hand over his. or the way he thinks of your smile as he falls asleep.
however, he isn’t the only one you love. maybe the only one romantically, sure. but he hates the blooming feeling of jealousy that sprouts in his stomach when he sees how close you are to other students. he feels embarrassed having to admit such….lowly feelings, but he trusts you.
he’ll trace shapes into your sides, mapping out nothing, yet everything at once. his touch causing goosebumps in it’s wake, alerting your senses. he’ll stare into your eyes—saying nothing, but voicing his love to you. he wants to be greedy, keep you all to himself. for you to be entirely his as he is entirely yours. goddamnit herbivore; he wants nothing more than to feel your lips on his own. to find out how you taste, to fill his senses with nothing but you.
you’ll be the death of him, he thinks. driving him mad, making him think of you at all hours of the day. it’s only fair for him to even out the playing field by kissing and nipping you ‘till you’re dizzy and all you can think about is him.
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a/n: not proofread, had this one rotting in my drafts for a while so i hope it’s okay. floyd’s probably ooc too, sincerest apologies.
“shrimpyyyyy!” echoed from behind you in the hall as you walked alongside ace and deuce. instinctively the duo recognized the voice and broke into a dead sprint, leaving you behind to deal with floyd yourself.
as you heard his footsteps get closer he grabbed your shoulders and wrapped his arms around you in a back hug.
“shrimpy!! found ya!”, he giggled, all whilst keeping you in that tight hug.
“what’s up floyd?,” you smiled back at him.
“i need your help with somethin’”, he replied with a closed eye grin.
—
“eat up, shrimpy!” floyd exclaimed.
the booth table where both of you sat, floyd directly across of you, was covered in dishes. from mere appetizers to three course meals and deserts.
“what’s all this for?”, you questioned.
sure, you and floyd hung out and got along well and sure, he made your stomach do flips and your heart race, but what of it would lead to this?
“just wanted to hang out ya,” he smiled, flashing his teeth at you as he grabbed a knife and a fork and began to cut into what appeared to be a fancy steak dish.
“open wide, shrimpy,” he crooned, as he fed you bites of the steak. your heart was racing like you were in a marathon, you could feel butterflies flailing wildly in your stomach as you ate the steak that he, floyd leech of all people, fed you.
so not only was your crush cutting and feeding you pieces of steak, the steak was absolutely incredible.
“wow! this is really good, floyd. who made all of this?”, you exclaimed.
“hehe, that’s a secret, shrimpy~”, he answered, his eyes never once leaving your face.
unbeknownst to you, floyd himself had cooked, baked and prepared every single dish on that table. all of it — just for you.
“no, floyd, really…who made all this? it’s incredible!,”
“why’s it matter? did’ya like it or not?”, he pouted.
“liked it? i loved it! thanks for treating me, floyd. next times on me.”, you replied, feeling far too giddy for your heart’s sake.
at that floyd’s face broke into a huge grin.
as you and floyd conversed, the other leech twin approached your table.
“floyd, [name], i’m glad to see that your date went well. is there anything else i can help you with?”, jade smiled as you felt your mouth open wide agape.
“what? date???”, you questioned and the grins on the twins faces confirmed your question.
“‘course it is, shrimpy~, i made it all myself just for ya,”floyd smiled at you, very pleased with himself.
“and since ya said you’d treat me next time, that oughta count as a second date, right?~”
thank you sm for writing the floyd leech drabble it amde me so happy and it made me fall for him harder omg thank you :D
of course!! i’m glad you enjoyed it ^^ i’ll admit i was a bit worried as i’m still learning how to write floyd’s character, but i’m glad it was received well by people who like him! <3
jade leech’s admiration breaches on that of a predator with it’s prey.
chills run down your spine, something — no, someone has been following you, learning everything possible about you. his face shows no hint of this of course, he’s unpredictable, an enigma. you won’t have the slightest clue that deep down, he’s smitten with you. your warm smile that makes him want to preserve that moment in his mind forever. his sharp toothy smile that spreads warmth throughout your body. he’ll tease you at any given chance, knowing that his heart races just slightly faster when you react positively to his antics. this of course, you won’t know — at least not yet. he has to win your heart over first, completely and fully. and jade is never one to back down. so, just be a dear and fall for him already, won’t you?
to love floyd leech is to love living life itself.
his unpredictable nature carved his way through your heart. he was fickle; he could be nice, or he could be cruel. his giggles and laughs could be at the most innocent thing or at the cruelest expense of someone’s demise. but that didn’t stop you from falling for him; nor him falling for you. your smile that made his heart skip a beat — something new to him. addicting. if you were going to make his heart jump around like a fish out of water, you ought to take responsibility, dont’cha think?
is always in your room for no reason & teases you when you bring it up.
“why am I in your room again? because i’m bored, duh.”
is always eating your food, no matter how much you complain. bring it up and he’ll whip out his puppy eyes.
both of you end up cuddling alot even if you don’t mean to.
deuce.
will give you your own space, unless you welcome him to it.
“ah hey! d..do you wanna watch a movie? ace lent me a few of his!”
tries to be very mindful of your belongings.
helps out with laundry and washing dishes like a good roommate should.
riddle.
set his boundaries with you since day one.
“[name], have you forgotten? per the rules we set, today we cannot eat after 10 p.m!”
very stiff about your space, tends to remind you of your chores & has even gifted you a planner.
you two typically do chores together after which you two sit down and talk about tomorrow’s plans.
cater.
very lax on boundaries, or so you think.
“hey [name]~ listen, riddle’s given me a super duper important task so i won’t have time to wash the dishes! do cay-cay a favor and help me out, wont you?”
at first glance it’d seem like cater would be in your space all the time but its quite the opposite. he very much respects your boundaries.
although he’s rarely at home, the few times he is he’s usually chatty till he’s able to shut himself in his room.
trey.
also very respectful of your boundaries and space, but doesn’t mind you two being close.
“hey, i accidentally baked too many cookies for the bake sale, feel free to help yourself to them!”
the type to knock on your door before asking if you’d like something to eat.
he usually doesn’t mind you being in his space as well, as long as he’s still able to have some time to himself.
you’re used to only seeing him during his daily naps in the garden. moments where it’s just the two of you. “wake up,” you’d say, only to receive a grunt of slight annoyance and a flick of his tail on your face. it’s small moments like this where you fall in love with him again. moments where he is not a prince, not a dorm leader. he’s just leona. and you’re just you. you didn’t fall for him due to his title nor identity— you fell for him. not just ‘kingscholar’. not just the dorm leader. but leona— in all his ways and flaws. and that scares him. what if one day he isn’t enough for you? dammit, what’s he doing workin’ himself up with those thoughts? you are his just as much as he is yours.
