Piss: A Love Song (Leona Kingscholar X Tannille Forhex) (Canon X OC)
(Leona fanart by Fima11 on Tumblr link https://www.tumblr.com/fima11/791493896452636672?source=share
Tannille fanart done by my amazing online bestie moons-on-astick on Tumblr).
(Piss: A Love Song from Hazbin Hotel; Potential TW: slight angst, blood mention, fighting, VERY BRIEF self harm (not explicit) )
…The second born prince to the Kingscholar family yawned lowly to himself. His fingers found the fabric of the ridiculous uniforms STYX had forced him and his…”fellow” Overblotters into. Tch. He wanted his more comfortable clothes bad. And his more comfortable bed and accommodations. All of this ridiculous testing was…well, testing his nerves. His tail swished as he wandered the halls, a guard or two directly behind him to ensure he did not attempt to bolt. Not like he could, their magic was capped off entirely in here with these stupid collars on. A sigh escaped his lips as he cast an annoyed glance to said guards.
“Is that really necessary? I couldn't really leave even if I wanted to.”
The guards simply stared in response. It was protocol, after all. Leona rolled his eyes, yet another yawn escaping him. He tucked his arms behind his head, now standing before the door to his cell- err, his room. The automatic door slid open with the faintest of hisses. The beastman entered, plopping himself onto his bed. He groaned at the still unfamiliar feeling of the bed and room itself. Normally, such changes wouldn't be an issue…but something was making his mind wander. Ruggie had looked so damn spooked when he gave himself in without a fight. After all…they were clearly outmatched, and causing more strain and nonsense if they would get him anyway seemed pointless. That definitely meant his dorm mates were freaking out just as bad. What a pain. They couldn't have sent some sort of invitation instead? Not like he would've accepted- but still.
Soon, the lion found his thoughts drifting elsewhere entirely. If there was someone who he knew was a flighty bird yet somehow could keep her ruffled feathers close to her, it was that damn girl in Ramshackle. A smirk crept its way onto his face despite himself. He could see it now- Tannille fussing out that gloomy, pasty boy's parents like her life depended on it. The insults were probably funny as fuck. He could practically see the curl of her lip, the intense glare in those dark eyes. The madness that would creep into them once she knew she had you cornered. She probably needed to be locked up somewhere like he was now.
He thought of how sharp she had been in uncovering his…now that he thought about it, ridiculous plot to dethrone that pompous, spoiled brat Malleus and take the proper title back from him. Well- he thought he was fair and square at first. Malleus was literally one of the top five sorcerers in the world. Bullshit to have him play and think it was fair anyways. But…that look in her eye when she had Leona cornered and dumped every detail that had been crafted by himself and Ruggie and executed so cleanly…that same look she had when she formulated her plot against that whiny octopus and when she was going to so annoyingly hinder his ability to sleep if he didn't help. He could recall watching her in her pajamas shifting in his bedroom, putting Grim to sleep and even asking him if he needed anything before he nodded off like a mother…well, what he would assume a mother would do. She was brash as fuck, yet still kind…for some fucking reason.
“I must be losing my fucking mind in this shitty place.”
Leona scoffed to himself, shaking his head. Why the fuck of all the things he could be thinking of right now, it was that stupid girl who played detective and had such weird knowledge on the Great Seven?
…And why couldn't he stop?
…Tannille was currently staring up at the night sky. She had been uncharacteristically quiet since Epel and Rook had flown away with her on their brooms in an attempt to work to get the boys that had been kidnapped back. Rook had been tending to the fire not too long ago, Epel's snores reaching the ears of the pair. The blonde, sharp-eyed Vice of Pomefiore soon met Tannille's form. His eyes swept over her body, a pitying look blossoming forth. She was such a strong woman…yet, he couldn't help but salivate at the sight of her tragic, emotionally worn beauty. He brushed off his hands, now arising and making his way to her.
“Mademoiselle Determined Enchantress? Are you alright? Do you require anything else?”
“I'm fine, Rook. Thanks for checking in on me. Just…thinking.”
“Thinking? May I pick at your brain a little?”
“...Guess it's just a debate with myself about whether or not I took…this life of mine for granted. I mean…what if we get there and they're…”
Rook's eyes widened as he was swift to note the shift in Tannille's throat- the bulge of it. The crinkle of her eyes. He was swift to raise some fingers to wipe at her said eyes and massage her throat lightly.
“Non, non. Such thoughts won't help anything, now will they? Try to focus on something that will make you…happier, oui? At least until we can get there?”
Tannille offered a nod in response, her midnight blue locks of hair shifting with her. Rook offered a confident wink, now striding back away to begin settling down to sleep herself. She ran her fingers through her scalp, sighing sharply. Her eyes found the fire, her expression contorting. Grim….Riddle…Azul…Jamil…Vil…they had all been taken in the blink of an eye. She found herself pondering on how they might be faring if they were still alive. A chuckle escaped her lips.
“Well…Riddle's probably throwing a fit if there isn't shit there for him to use to follow those rules…Azul's probably trying to scam them to let him go, Vil's also probably losing his shit…Jamil's probably quietly seething but not doing much. My…Grimmy. I hope he's okay, I don't know how he'll fare without me….”
Tannille's head went on a faint incline, her mind mulling over everything.
“...Hah, Leona's probably just sleeping and conning his way into trying to get better shit.”
Tannille's jaw clenched. Her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes fell down to her arm. She clicked under her tongue. She had suffered some manner of weird scratch or partial marking from getting in those previous Overblot fights. Maybe it was because she wasn't from this world?
…Why was she staring at Leona's so hard?
…Leona's ears perked up in his room. His tail whisked out swiftly against the locking system that was supposed to keep him in this stupid room- he always was swift to figure out tech. He slipped out of the soulless place, his ears perked up to listen and watch out for any of the guards. He pressed his hand against the door of it, another sigh slipping free from his lips.
“These elysian nights. Alone in the golden skies…lost in a memory of how it used to be…when it was only you and me~”
Leona found himself smirking just a touch at the thoughts, his nails lightly clawing against the door.
“And our old petty slights~ I found home in those messy fights. Somehow, I couldn't see through the cloud of debris…at the scene of the crime.”
His mind began flying to and fro with memories with that dawned girl. Her eccentric introduction at the ceremony…her stepping on his tail in the botanical garden and her baring her fangs at him like a wild beast when he threatened to take a tooth for her insult…her body and how it twisted and turned in Magical Shift…soon, Leona found himself pressing his own body against the wall, his claws finding his brunette locks of hair.
“They say time heals all wounds! But the wounds are what I miss~"
Leona's emerald gaze fell to his inner palm. That girl had caught him with one of her nails there during his Overblot, and there was a faint marking there that he could still feel.
“'Cause every brush with death~! Meant much more than a kiss~”
The beastman allowed his hand to raise to his said lips, pressing the marking against them and allowing his fangs to gently gnaw at it in an attempt to silence and subdue the itchiness that had suddenly taken over it while a low growl escaped his lips…
…While on the other side of the sea, Tannille was currently rushing through the woods, certain to leave markings behind so she would know how to return properly. Her fingers caught a tree's bark, the young woman spinning herself around it as she stared at the moon high in the sky above.
“Can you hear me calling? From way the fuck down here?”
Tannille's eyes danced from staring at the moon to the stars painting the skies. She began to grin widely as she thought of the look on Leona's face all the times she had cornered him…yet, those smirks of his whenever he could corner her right back. His intense eyes staring into her soul at the entrance ceremony. That annoying grin of his as he had ganged up on her and circled her like a shark in the garden when she accidentally stepped on his tail and threatened her. How he barely moved but simply observed during Magical Shift, until he swept in and showed exactly why he was the leader of the Savanaclaw dorm.
“Those golden days of brawling…were the best of all my years!”
Tannille's fingers began raking their way into her scalp once more- was she losing her mind? That scratch from him during his Overblot was lightly itchy. Her expression contorted as a breeze swept up over the small island, blowing her hair all over in the air. She was mentally cursing herself for these thoughts- but her adoptive father was Mickey Mouse. Most couldn't keep up with her and her mind as a result, much less on the insulting and cheeky front. But Leona? He could always go back and forth with her.
“I'm bored as fuck without you! Are you bored without me too? I'm longing for just one night more!”
Tannille shook her fist at the sky with a wild grin, her eyebrows furrowing slightly.
“Of beating the piss out of you!”
Unbeknownst to the pair, they both began pondering on the same event at the same exact time. When Tannille and Grim had been kicked out of Ramshackle dorm by the Tweels, and they literally had to fight their way into having a place to stay in Savanaclaw while they worked out the details of Azul's deal.
“Turf war! What's the score?”
“How the hell'd she get on board?! Boys, go, kill that vandal-”
“Hope you like your minions scrambled~!”
“Get your punk-ass out my dorm-!”
“If you say so, gotta go~!”
“Oh my God, it's gonna blow!”
Tannille had skillfully woven herself to and fro across the front yard of Savanaclaw, dodging and evading attacks from Leona's dorm mates like a snake slithering between blades of grass. It had been embarrassing- and she loved making a show of knowing that she got under his skin.
“Another exciting Twist City night~! This Sheila's blasting your ass away~!”
Both Leona and Tannille's thoughts by then had transferred to their brawl during Magical Shift practice the next morning. The two had gone head to head so much and met each other's brooms and blasts so frequently, they had actually concerned their dorm mates. Tannille darted forward and spun around and away from the beastmen of Savanaclaw whilst providing aid to Grim with that specialized, old wand Crowley had given her. Leona's eyes had honed in on her body sprinting across the sand, a grin blossoming at the thought of showing her up as he soared forward on his broom.
“Glorious bloodshed under neon lights~! I will destroy you at last!”
Leona in STYX and Tannille on the island. Both their own forms of isolation and separation. Both by choice, both for protection. One full of lush life, the other cold and lifeless. Their backs found their bases, the cold wall for Leona and the sharp tree bark for Tannille. Their scars itched. Their brains were burning with strain, and their hearts were aching despite their confusion.
“They say time heals all wounds! But the wounds are what I miss!”
Tannille and Leona both saw themselves. The Blot surrounding them as a result of Leona. The sand, threatening to suffocate and drown everything surrounding them in its particles. The pair exchanging blows while Ruggie and the others attempted to provide their backup while they physically brawled…the pure white light that cast over them both as Tannille pulled Leona from the edge of his own demise of succumbing to his Blot as she had done with Riddle and would do with more…the feeling of support, and the feeling of walls crashing down yet also somewhat being reestablished again. They both placed a hand to their chests, their nails clutching at the fabric of their shirts.
“And every brush with death!”
They both got a flash of when they had gotten involved with Azul's Overblot. Tannille and her panicking regarding the deep water since she wasn't given a tail and had difficulty swimming away fast enough. Azul honing in on her, and crawling his way to her swiftly, his tentacles extending. The genuine look of fear that had crossed Tannille's eyes and expression…and the sudden surge of rage that had coursed through Leona's veins at the sight of Tannille being thrown off of her usually so sharp game like that. The rage that permitted Leona to boost himself forward and send an attack Azul's way while yanking Tannille back while the Tweels provided extra blows. The looks they had given each other- one partially scolding, one shocked yet appreciative. Those looks soon morphing into one and the same- resolve and determination. The same looks that soon were able to devise yet another swift, coordinated attack. The smirks and promises of more battles between the pair to come, sealed with a fist bump while Tannille moved her and Grim's items out of his bedroom and back into their rightful dormitory.
“Meant much more than a kiss~!”
The lion and the woman both growled in unison unknowingly, their fingers finding their own heads of hair. They began to rake themselves through fully, their eyes widening slightly as they seemed to be partially coming to the same realization at the same time despite them being nowhere near each other.
“Can you feel me fallin’?”
Tannille's eyes locked onto that of the moon above once more, her expression morphing to one of confusion and…perhaps, even a slight hint of fear.
“Though I don't know if it's love?!”
Leona's eyes widened in confusion and fear as well as he gripped at his scalp with his claws, his tail starting to stiffen.
At the same time, both parties whipped their bodies around, slamming their fists into their bases of support. Bark provided fresh, light traces of blood from Tannille's knuckles while the partial curve of the metal doorframe was what made light traces of blood pop up from Leona's knuckles. Both parties examined their knuckles and hissed lightly as they reeled in from the impacts, eyes staring at the blood. Then, their eyes drifted to their itchy scars.
“The cuts are healed and scarring!”
A boisterous grin overtook Leona's features as he rose his slightly bloody knuckle up for his eyes to behold a little closer. He dragged his claw along one to gather the blood onto it, his eyes honing in on them.
“But I still taste the blood~”
His tongue rolled freely from his lips, catching his blood onto it as he licked it clean with a wicked grin.
Tannille's palm rose to meet her own face and gaze as her own tongue shot out from her mouth to lap up some of her own blood like a cat.
“I still taste your blood~!”
They both whipped their bodies back around, their slightly injured fists flexing as their eyes caught their scars once more.
“I know I tried to kill you! And you tried to kill me too~!”
Both of their minds began to fill with their more miniature, petty squabbles during certain events and the quips they would throw at each other or others. They had an interesting habit of getting the other to crack up laughing, even if it was a bit unusual for one party versus the other. But all in all…they sort of…clicked.
“You blew a hole right through my soul! While I was beating the piss out of you!”
Leona's eyes fell to examine the floor. His tail whisked out to catch the mechanics to open his room's door back up again. He stalked inside, slowly pulling himself to the bed. What did it matter, anyway? She was some sort of magical girl from another world…and it's not like she'd want to associate with someone like him. His very existence would only bring somebody like her down. No, she was more meant for somebody like Vil or maybe even Malleus…
Tannille's body drooped and sagged as she began slowly making her way back to camp. Her arms partially pulled themselves to her body. Who was she kidding? He was a prince in a completely different world than her own. He had his own battles to fight, and she had hers. This wasn't some sort of fairy tale like what happened to the princesses she fought for. She…wasn't a pretty princess. She…had nothing in this world to offer but her mind, and it could probably be found pretty easily in someone else. What was the point, anyway?
Leona's ears slightly pinned against his head as his tail ceased any manner of movement that it had been taking up before. His chest ached. He didn't like it, but he was having trouble stopping it. A huff escaped his lips as he sprawled himself out a little further on the bed. Who knows if he would even make it out of here alive? Shitty way and place to die…but maybe that would put an end to all of these feelings he could do nothing about.
Tannille sank down onto her sleeping bag with a sigh, her hands sweeping to catch her hair and tie it properly to protect it during the night. She was met only with the crackling of the fire, the snoring of the slumbering Epel, the gentle crashing of the nearby waves, and the rays of the moon above for any manner of condolence. What a stupid thing to get caught up in…
…Yet, the hunter and the gamer who had both been watching both Tannille and Leona and had been taking notes seemed to think otherwise.
