Um, I donât think anyone needs this, but I decided to make TWST OC templates in between my chores soâŠI donât even know why I made these lolol~
The so-called, âoc template marketâ is already so saturated, but Iâm sure the fandom can handle one moreâ
I donât have a sample right now, but the template is pretty straightforward. In the brackets, you input your ocâs name in katakana, and right below that, in English lettering. You can add your desired CV right above the line before the âage,best subject, etc.,â slightly lower than the English lettering of your ocâs name. (I hope that makes sense.)
Edit: (Iâve uploaded a sample of what that should look like, please see my reply in the notes if youâre interested.)
Then, at the very bottom, beside the âUnique Magic,â input the name of your ocâs Unique Magic there, and a short description of what it does under the line. I do hope you guys enjoy using this template!
Please donât remove my watermark when you do use it so that people may be able to find the rest of the templates!
Fee free to tag me when you do use them, Iâd love to see the twst ocâs I havenât come across yet! Itâs always a pleasure to be able to see how creative the fandom can get when it comes to designing and curating stories for their ocs.
do you know this kiss ? the one you do in the stairs when you are cheating to be taller than your boyfriend, to finally bend and kiss him ! if find it sweet, like : very; how about scenario with stairs-kiss with riddle, malleus and your favourite character ? take all my love *here* !
â» comments: we're going to pretend you're shorter than riddle in his scenario..like 4'11" *cough*
àż. . . RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS (ft. Trey Clover)
Saturday. Saturday means rest day, rest day means 'Riddle no work for you today'. You sat by the stairs whilst watching your hard-working redhead go back and forth around the main hall of Heartslabyul. Whatever he was tending to sure made him distracted from giving you attention.
Pouting, you stood up and leaned on the railing, "Riddle!" you called out. It fell into deaf ears as Riddle continued to flip through the book of who knows what. Trey had heard your call for the dorm leader and tapped his shoulder, "Riddle. Y/N's calling for you," he said and took the book from Riddle's hands and nudged him over.
The shorter male racked a hand through his hair and walked over to you who had a big pout on your face and arms crossed, âAbout time,â you huffed. Riddle simply sighed and went up the stairs, two steps away from you, âI have too many unfinished dorm duties,â he groaned as he placed his hands on your waist. It was just you, him, and Trey in the main hall as it was quite early in the morning for the rest of the dorm members to wake up on a weekend.Â
You cupped Riddleâs cheeks, using the temporary height change as advantage, and tenderly kissed his lips. His eyes went wide and the male blushed a light pink the moment you pulled away, âI told you, that can wait for tomorrow. You need a rest every once in a while Riddle,â you hummed. Riddle just looked away and pulled you closer, making you go down another step, âFine, maybe just for today,â he gave in. After all, this side of him is exclusively shown to you only.Â
âCan I have another kiss?â
àż. . . MALLEUS DRACONIA (ft. the three Diasomnia Boys)
âLilia-san,â you whined and flopped on the couch. You went to Diasomnia the moment classes were over, only to encounter Lilia in the dormâs living room and no sight of the tall dorm leader, âDarling, if I were you why wonât you look for him?â Lilia shrugged and took a sip of his tea.
âBut he said heâll meet me here.â
âHe isnât around, now is he?â
Huffing, you stood up and went to Malleusâ room only to see it empty. If he wasnât in his gargoyle research society club then where on earth was your beloved and tall fae? Just on cue, the door opened and in came Sebek, Silver, and finally Malleus himself. You were by the stairs with a pout on your face while leaning on the rails.Â
Malleus just had to deal with some school projects, hence why he took so long. Once he did arrive, Lilia snickered while Sebek and Silver went to do their homeworks, âMalleus,â Lilia called out. The said male looked over at his senior with a small hum, âWhy donât you look at the stairs? Youâve made someone quite impatient,â he snickered and leaned back on the seat.
Malleus looked over at the said direction and thatâs when realization dropped on him like a boulder. He told you to meet him back at the dorm. Now here you are looking all cute with that pout on your face. A deep chuckle escaped the dark faeâs throat as he approached you. Standing on the end of the staircase while you stood two steps away from him, âI get it, you want attention.â âYou made me wait,â you huffed. The male simply gave a smile as he held your hands, âHow can I make it up to you then?â
âGive me a kiss.â
With that, Malleus leaned in and gently pressed his lips against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, having an easier time to kiss him this time without having to stand on your toes. Sebek and Silver snapped their heads at the both of you with wide eyes, âEH?!âÂ
Lilia facepalmed, "What? You never knew?"
àż. . . LEONA KINGSCHOLARÂ
It was a shocker to see Leona moving around rather than seeing him on his back with his eyes closed. He was scolding a few Savanaclaw students which you knew would drain his energy and end up with you being his pillow again. You leaned on the stair railing, waiting for him as Ruggie now let the students go.
Leona was pinching the bridge of his nose, obviously irritated and tired from wasting his energy over stupid carnivores. He turned his back and walked over to the stairs. You pushed yourself off the railing and welcomed him as he was a step away from you, âTired?â you giggled and lazily placed your hands on his shoulders. The king rolled his eyes and held you by your waist tightly, âYou think itâs funny?â he grumbled and shoved his face on your neck.
You just let out another laugh and racked your hand through his locks, âWell you did make effort this time,â you teased, only to let out a small noise when Leona lightly bit on your neck. He rolled his eyes and kissed your jaw before holding your chin in his fingers, âDonât I deserve a reward then?â
Ah, of course.
It was your turn to roll your eyes with a smile gracing your face, âMaybe,â you said before Leona made his move. Slamming his lips against yours in a rough yet passionate kiss. Yes there are students watching but does he care? No. At least they know who you belong to. After quite the make out, you slapped his shoulder, receiving a chuckle from the male before he hoisted you over his shoulder.
repetitive pattern for the Pomefiore uniform! Itâs not super clean but it does tile mostly perfectly :) Itâs free to use for your OC or fanart or cosplay stuff
Hello yan! I came from your hand holding HC and yandere malleus and i loved it so much! I really like your style of writing so i decided to ask, hope you don't mind? Can i get a secret order? A scenario of hugging leona while we talk in bed? What do we talk about and what happends? I'm curious to what you will make i'm sure i'll love it! Your added in my favorites now! I notice how you really like leona with your post and i saw your beautiful arts too! Merci!
Note: AHHHHH MY FIRST ORDER!!! Anon ur so sweet omg I'm dying- also I'm in your favorites? hOw? (Ă////Ă)? OK! Because I'm a biased hoe, and this anon is really adorable currently giving me a heartattack... It's Oneshot time babey~ ENJOY!!!!
Sunburst twilight painted the honey tinted skies as warm rays golden of light lit the rooms of the Savanaclaw dorms. With the tiny specks of dust that flew in the air and an occasional cool breeze that blew from the balcony, the place was quite comfy as tranquil silence enveloped the room. In between the linen sheets, lies you and the dorm head himself, Leona Kingscholar.
The lion held unto your waist tightly as he embraced you closely to him, taking refuge in your arms. His face buried deep in the crook of your neck as hot breaths tickled the nape of your neck. This afternoon siesta was a regular occurrence by now... but somehow, this one felt special...
Is it because of the bright hues that illuminated the room at dusk? Is it because of Leona's warm embrace that soothed you in between the sheets? Or is it because the stubborn prince is unexpectedly clingy today?
Eitherway, deafening silence echoed in the room illuminated by twilight. You felt your eyelids grew heavier with each second that passed, going drowsy from the humid, yet comfortable atmosphere that enveloped the room. You felt solace in this moment making your vision hazy,and your heart fuzzy....
Leona sleeping soundly in your embrace is not helping either, with each breath that escaped his lips... His heartbeat that fluttered against yours... The heat you felt in between leona's arms and the linen sheets...
Nothing is helping you stay concious.... You felt like you're slowly melting in the moment, embraced by your lover. You started playing with Leona's hair to try to distract yourself and keep yourself awake from the intoxicating drowsiness that enveloped the room.
Eyelids half closed. your breaths slowly relaxing. loosing conciousness and control. With a stray sweat that dripped from your face, you then drowsed off to dreamland.
Not long after your consciousness faded away, Leona awoken to his lover sleeping soundly in his arms. With him leaving no space between the two of you, he felt safety and comfort in the midst of your arms and the linen sheets.
Burying his face in your hair, he breathed in your soft scent that smelt like the sun. A whiff of a mellow floral and citrusy fragrance from the shampoo and worn down perfume used this morning mixed with your natural delicate scent. No place would compete on the sanctuary of being tangled up between your arms.
He peered unto your solemn visage. Chest rising and falling evident of sleep. Fingers lightly tracing and caressing your cheek as he adored your fragile face in slumber. A soft kiss on your forehead before burying his head in your neck again, drifting back to sleep.
The dim glow of dusk as the skies swallowed the sun. Stars that gleamed magic adorned the vast skies. You wake up from a shortlived nap, noticing your lover shift as warm breaths blew past your skin, his head buried deep in your neck.
Vision still hazy, still half asleep from your nap, you languidly reach out to caress his hair. Fingers tangled between his wavy hazel locks. Hands made their way to trace the tip of the lion's ears as his ears twitched and turn as a reaction from your touch. How cute... You smile to yourself.
"You awake?" Asking Leona as you brush your fingers past his wavy locks. His tail whipped then it swiftly made their way to wrap itself in between you legs. His embrace tightened, followed by a low muffled grunt as a response.
"Hmmm... I had a nice dream... Hmmm let's see... I remember going on a sunny picnic with you! Oh and we were holding hands too! How nice~" you grinned happily as your finger fidget and tap the back of the lion.
"Why get so happy with a dream if the real deal is here?" The lion practically smirks as he shifted to peer unto your face and lock eyes with you. Gazes meet shared with a silence that spoke louder than words.
"Well~ Anytime I spend with you is the best time I ever had! Even if its just a looking at you or a daydream, it's just as important and fun..." A silly grin that plastered across your face never failed to make Leona's heart flutter. Melting in between your fingers wasn't such a bad idea huh?
"Is that so?" Leona gives out a languorous reply resting his forehead in yours. "Then... What did you dream about?" You meekly questioned as light twinkled in your eyes like a child asking for candy. He smiled at the thought of your childlike eyes, such pure delightful innocence.
"Nothing special... Let's go back to sleep. Come here..." Leona yawns from drowsiness even if he just came back from sleep. You playfully scoffed from the prince's demands and nuzzled your face in his soft fluffy hair.
Softly inhaling the musky scent of the fabric conditioner, you smile from the familiar warmth. This night really feels special for some reason... It's not a crime if your hold on to Leona more right?
A warm breeze blew from the windows as Leona held you in his arms, softly caressing the top of your head. His eyes wander in the in the view of the balcony. The sun melted in the skies. The stars twinkled with delight, yet no star can replace the magic he felt staring at your eyes.
He closes his eyes as he reminisced on the vivid memory from his daydreams. A memory that faded from years ago. âDo you believe in magic that can make you smile within seconds?â the old man says.
Flipping the pages of the old book, the young boy says "I dunno, that sounds kinda useless and stupid old man." the young prince scoffed at the ridiculous question. "Who even believes that useless crappy magic?" The young boy furrows his eyebrows in frustration, holding unto his temples.
âWell... I'm sure you'll believe it one day when you meet them... You'll see magic in their eyes even the stars envy...â
The faint memory still lingered in his mind, he took a peek at your tranquil visage. A tender kiss placed on your forehead, placing his forehead in yours.
Staring at your peaceful expression lost in dreamland, he closed his eyes to continue this lifelong daydreams. Eyelids grew heavy. The sun has finally set. The night was warm and tranquil. Before drifting to sleep, Leona let out an unspoken whisper...
âIf love was all we had... Please say... you'd stay...â
Note: So yes, I practice absolute 0 self restraints in making fics. I'm torturing myself with Oneshots in my inbox now. I tried making this short and sweet but... Yeah, my hands moved on their own accord... Sorry this took kinda long...
It's 6am as I'm writing this and I really need to fcken sleep... Gunna post this later... HOPE Y'ALL LIKE THIS GAMERS đđ
Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEONA! YOU HAVE JURISDICTION OVER ME NOW! I made the art and writing in a rush cuz I'm busy with real life soooo- forgive me. BUT HAVE SOMETHING SHORT AND SWEET IN RETURN!(ÂŽàŒàș¶ Û àŒàș¶)âĄâĄâĄ
With bustling music, drink spilt from golden goblets filled up to it's brim. The drums that beat a rhythmic sound, matching melodies with the tambourines and maracas. Fine silk adorned the ceilings with intricate patterns that decorated the fabrics. Exquisite food and liquor filled the buffet tables full. The song that were being sung were accompanied by people dancing for joy and entertainment.
This was a night to celebrate the birth of the wonderful second prince of Afterglow Savannah, yet the celebrant himself was nowhere to be seen by any of the spectator's gaze. "A toast for my brother Leona to celebrate his birthday!" Leona's brother, Farena said with a thrilled and delighted tone, slightly tipsy and intoxicated from a few drinks downed in a span of an hour.
"Wait? Where's the birthday boy? Leona? Brother? Where are you? Geez... the kid never learns... He ran away again..." Disappointed from the absence of the birthday celebrant, the king just instructed a few servants to search for his beloved brother. The night was still young...
Sighing exhausted from the rowdy and stuffy atmosphere in the banquet room "Finally! I escaped! Mission complete! Nice~" with two plates of chocolate cake you held in your hands, a victorious grin paints your face. No one knows where the cynical second prince is at, but not you... You knew exactly where the arrogant prince stays in refuge of chaos.
Excitedly sprinting in the long hallways, far from the banquet halls that rang from wall to wall with it's rowdiness and noise that resonated within. With each step you take, adrenaline rushed up your body from excitement and delight to see Leona.
In the long series of curtains and doors, there was a simple room at the end of the hallway. It was an old empty guest room. Shabby... but cozy in its own way... The serene atmosphere was calming, free from the loud music and laughter that resounded the crowded banquet tables. A perfect place to catch a break...
You make your way into the room, closing it from behind with your legs since your hands were preoccupied with the plates of snacks. Making your way to the balcony as chiffon curtains flew from the night breeze, a mystical scene unfolds before your eyes.
The dim glow of the moonlight lit the young man moonbathing under. The tranquil silence accompanied with a refreshing breeze as you view the balcony that overlooks the royal gardens beneath. Nothing could beat the sound of water from the fountains with the sound of rustiling leaves from the trees. Unlike the boisterous laughters back the the party, this peaceful air was a million times better...
"Well... I can't blame him for always going here.." Placing the plates on the wooden railings, you crouched down to peek at the sleeping prince under.
"A birthday celebrant escaped his own party... Pfffft... Classic Leona..." Strand of wavy locks framing his face flew from a momentary gush of wind. This scene feels like it came straight out of a movie... But you're not one to complain...
Moving away the hazel locks from his face, gently tucking the strands behind his ears. A hand reaches out for yours catching you off guard for a brief moment.
"Oi herbivore... It's not a good habit to snoop around sleeping people..." Groggy from sleep, he lets out a low husky growl. Classic leona... He may have grown a bit older, but it's good to see he never changes.
"Pffft! Then why is the birthday boy hiding in here away from his party? Hmm~" you teased the prince as you poke his arms for answers.
"Tch... Why are you even in here? If you're going to be noisy, better go back to the party and let me sleep. Or if you are quiet enough, I'll allow you to be my pillow." Teasing you back with his trademark arrogant smile âą.
"Wait I have a reason to be here!" You replied with a pout from the stingy remarks you got.
Leona raises his eyebrows, piquing his interest with what you've got to say. Rummaging through your pockets, you tried to find something inside. AHA! Found it~ putting your hands behind you holding something in between. Just what was that "something" you're holding from behind?
"Close your eyes! I'll count to three and then you open them!" You demanded with your usual bright and cheerful smile.
"What? No. Just show it to me already."
"Awww don't be a party pooper~ Close your eyes first! Please?~"
Who can decline your offer when you look at him with those eyes? Leona got more curious on what your holding with each second that passed. Curiosity and anticipation flooded his mind, sinking and eventually accepting into your demands.
1 . 2 . 3 .
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEONA!~" with the biggest grin and cheerful greetings, you hand out his present between your hands.
A plushie? What? Nonetheless a plushie of himself? Leona was confused, shocked and amused. His ears twitched as he stared at you.
Countless people with great statures and names gifter the "Kingscholars" the brightest diamonds, the finest silk, sparkling gold and priceless liquor. But you on the otherhand... A plushie of him? A toy?
He was baffled and amused. With all the gifts he could possibly receive, A toy made him this happy? Who would've thought a man like him with easy acces to riches, would be delighted to receive a toy of himself.
"Pffft- A toy of myself?" He bursts out laughing with an ear to ear smile, you could've sworn you can see tears in his eyes from laughing too much. But seeing this childish side of his wasn't that bad.
"Well if you don't like it, then don't accept it. I guess what I made wasn't enough to satisfy this arrogant prince-" You tried to stand up on your feet, only to be stopped by arms that held unto your waist tightly from behind.
"No... I'll take it... You gave it to me and there's no take backs now." Leona burried his face in the nook of your shoulder. "I guess birthdays weren't that bad huh?"
"Of course it's not! It's your birthday and you're supposed to enjoy it!" You tried to reason.
"Enjoy? Ok then... let's stay like this for a little longer herbivore..." Even if you can't see his face from behind, a gut feeling tells you that you're 100 sure that Leona was smirking.
The short silence was accompanied with the rustling of the leaves and the sound of water that can lull anyone to sleep. The cries of the crickets in the night as the moon watches over the both of you basking beneath.
Time passed with the peaceful serenity that surrounded the both of you. You could've sworn in the series of breaths you both took, a whisper of thank you was said in between...
âY/n... You won't leave my side right? Let's sleep in my room tonight, I'll allow you to be my pillow...â
"Pffft- you never really change...."
Happy Birthday LeonaâĄ
Note: Yep that's how good it gets! My brain in rotting from art and fiction writing... Send help. BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS ILYSM! (ÂŽàŒàș¶ Û àŒàș¶)âĄ
anon asked:Â Hi, could I ask for an imagine for Leona. The MC has met Cheka, so I think it would be cute to see the three of them just hanging out together (maybe babysitting Cheka) and just looking like a family. Thanks:) Love your work btw
AAAAWH THANK YOUUU ANON IM SO TOUCHED ;-; also im so glad you requested this cuz this prompt is so cute omg lemme just cry over cheka and leona. I FELL IN LOVE W/ CHEKA THE MOMENT I SAW HIM, HEâS JUST A PRECIOUS BBY, PROTECC 25/8. leona is def hubby material too -3-
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âLEONA-ojitan!â you and your boyfriend turned your head to see a small figure running to the both of you. cheka, your boyfriendâs beloved nephew, threw himself onto leona and squeezed him in a bone crushing hug (but letâs be real here, how painful can chekaâs bone crushing hug be?). âche-chekaâŠwhat are you doing here?!â he tried to peel of chekaâs hand around his left hand but cheka just hugged even tighter. âokaa-tan said i can spend the whole day with you today!â leona groaned in annoyance while you just chuckled. you brought your right hand and started ruffling his hair. ânice to see you again, cheka!â he shot his head up from burying it leonaâs chest to show you a huge, teethy grin. â(y/n)-obatan!â this time he clung to you and hugged you. you hugged him back of course, he was just a precious little bean after all. âaaa youâre so cute!â you squealed as you showered him with lots of love (such as pinching his cheeks, ruffling his hair, and other cute gestures).Â
âoi, oi, oi, okay.â leona grabbed cheka and pulled him away from you. probably jealous cheka was getting all the attention instead of him. âfine then, what do you want to do?â cheka pouted and put his hand on his chin to think for a while then he burst into a huge grin. âi want to meet ojitan and obatanâs friends!â he clung onto you and you swear you felt like melting right then and there. âdamnâŠbabysittingâs a pain.â leona whispered to you. âoh come on, leona. just try and make the most out of it.â you swooped up cheka in your arms. âne cheka, what about going over to our friendâs cafe, hmm?â leona facepalmed. âno, no, no. (y/n) there will be no mostro lounge today.â he sighed. âawh why not? the place is fun, lively, decorativeâŠbesides cheka would love to meet azul!â you beamed. âthatâs the one person i donât want cheka to meet.â you giggled and ruffled leonaâs hair. âiâm sure heâll be fine. besides weâre here anyways. everythingâll be okay, sweetie.â you whispered the last part to him and starting strutting towards the exit of the savanaclaw dorm. leona flinched before sighing once more and following his beloved s/o and nephew.Â
you two entered the cafe adorned with hues of blue and purple to be greeted by one of the leech twins. âoya oya. since when did you two have a mini kingscholar?â leona growled and smacked the back of jadeâs head. you hid how flustered you were with an awkward chuckle. âjade, this is cheka, leonaâs nephew.â jade mouthed an âohâ as he rubbed the spot where leona smacked him. ânice to meet you!â he beamed which apparently hit jadeâs soft spot. âheâs adorable!â you placed cheka on the ground and the two apparently interacted really well. you and leona turned your head to face a laughing figure over by the barstools. âyou both are sure thatâs kingscholarâs nephew and not your son?â you covered your face with your hands. âno azul! thereâs no way i mean, we didnât even-â
âalright, alright spare me the details. donât wanna hear anything about your disgusting love life.â he shrugged. leonaâs fist was clenched and you knew he was just holding back a punch, thatâs when you thought it was best to place your hand over his clenched fist to calm him down. âwhy out of all places did you bring that little runt here? you couldâve brought him to a tea party in heartslabyul, or a magic carpet ride in scarabia. now thereâs another thing for me to worry about.â azul spoke while wiping the bar. âask (y/n), it was her idea.â you sighed. âiâŠi donât know! i just thought cheka would like it here. besides isnât this just business for you, azul? you get more profit from leona, me, and cheka.â he chuckled. âof course everything is business for me dear.â leona just grabbed you and dragged you to a table. he was not in the mood to deal with azul, but really, when is he ever? you two just turned your head away from cheka for a short while but then when you both turned back to see him, jade, floyd, and surprisingly even cater interacting with him. âwhat the heck, when did cater get here?âÂ
âLEONA! (Y/N)! YOUR KID IS TOTES ADORABLE!â your mouth hung agape. cater did not just yell that in a public cafe out loud. âthats not-! heâs not-!â you were to flustered to even form a sentence. then more and more students started gathering around him, and even students who werenât there before came to the cafe. âsee how cheka is promoting your cafe, ashengrotto?â leona snarked. âhmm. alright maybe the runt is useful after all.â that afternoon was just filled with cheka meeting all of the students who came, surprisingly even kalim and jamil came. he was extremely overjoyed to meet both of your friends. what shocked you both even more were how nice the other students were to him, and how different they were when interacting with cheka. when it was getting late leona scooped cheka into his arms, and you announced âalright guys! thatâs enough cheka for the day! itâs getting late and we wouldnât want him to be too tired.â you waved to all of the students and kalim chuckled. âne jamil, leona and (y/n) make great parents right?âÂ
âdid you have fun today?â he clung onto leona tight but was visibly half asleep. âmn! ojitan and obatanâs friends are fun!â leona hesitantly patted the top of his head. âalright, alright. now go ahead and sleep before your mom comes, or else sheâs going to kill me.â cheka rested his head on leonaâs shoulder and fell asleep in 5 seconds. âdonât you dare drool on me you little pipsqueak.â that statement made you giggle as you both headed back to the savanaclaw dorm. you three made it back to leonaâs room and he laid cheka down in the middle of his bed. he sat on the left side and you sat on the right side of the bed. âne, leona.â his ear twitched and faced you. âmaybe we do make good parents.â you joked. his eyes widened and then smirked. âwhat are you suggestingâŠhmm?â
you paused for a moment before your face turned into a dark shade of red. âN-NOTHING! I MEAN-weâre just good babysitters. yeah, we should do this more often.â you really ought to be careful with your words next time. leona chuckled and placed his hand on top of your head. âalright, alright.â
âbut hey. maybe you are rightâŠmaybe we would make good parentsâŠâ
and with that simple sentence, you collapsed from embarrassment.Â
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i love cheka. end of story. i love leona too -3- ehehe
Hey!! I was wondering if i can have a candied rose frappuccino with floyd please. Thanks đ
Sugar Addict
Warning(s): mild spice, lowkey spicy ending
A/N: I went feral. After Savannaclawâs CM, I got super thirsty and used this fic as an outlet for it.  Oopsies. But hear me out: Leona is hot. So is Floyd, but Leona is my main;;; What is plot tho? Floyd is into exhibitionism. I donât take criticism! ...Sometimes I forget that Iâm a minor and that I shouldnât be this thirsty.  I ended up writing more than expected. Also, I was too lazy to proofread so I apologize for my horrible grammar. Feel free to correct me! I should probably get a beta reader...Â
Context: This is an AU. Yes, a coffeeshop AU, but some things are different. These characters are aged up and NRC is actually a college.
It was unexplainable, this feeling. Twilight. The sun was setting. Traffic ensued streets as people poured out of work and into their vehicles, all with one destination: home. But for you, home was the last place you wanted to go. You were a student who did not need to fret over something like a job. You had the convenience of asking for a ride or traveling by foot to reach local destinations not far from your oh so prestigious school. At this moment, at twilight, you were experiencing the convenience of the latter. Well, a normal person would not call it a convenience. These days made taking a stroll an absurd pastime. But right now, it was both a convenience and a pastime. The roads were clogged by a massive sea of cars. Your nose crinkled at the stench of gasoline. Choosing to traverse by foot was more pragmatic. You were in a rush as well. Your destination might close any minute now!
âThe business hours sign says you guys close at seven. Itâs six fifty-two right now,â you said, holding up your phone.
âClose enough. Get lost.â
He walked over to you suavely, leaning over you and against the door frame to flip the open-closed sign over so that itâs closed side faced the streets. It was meant to be a gesture of mockery and intimidation, but holy hell⊠you were flustered more than anything. He was tall from afar but up close he was huge!! You even got a better look at his chest. Well defined, if you donât say so yourself. Waitâ
You shoved him back, âNot even for a to-go order?â
âNope. Donât feel like it.â
âBut youâre not closed yet!â
âBut I donât wanna,â he whined.
âWhy?â
âWhat?â
âI asked you âwhyâ?â
âCanât you just come back tomorrow and let me call it a day? Iâm tired.â
âThatâs not an excuse.â
âI ran all the way here just to get somethingââ
âShouldâve done it earlier,â he shrugged, returning to his chore.
âOkay. Fine. Is there anyone else here to serve me? Since youâre too âtiredâ?â
âSorry, Shrimpy, but they all went home.â
âUgh! Donât call me something that makes us seem so familiar. Iâm not that short anyway...â you huffed.
He snickered, walking behind the register, âAlright then, Shr-im-p-y~! What would you like to order that you just had to come in at the last minute today?â
While you were relieved he gave into serving you a drink, the way he enunciated your unwanted nickname was irksome.
âMhm,â he hummed, loudly tapping on the cash register, âEveryone has been flocking here and only ordering that. Iâm so tired of making the same order everyday.â
âSorry, Iâm not into hot beverages. Just a person who likes sweets.â
âCute,â he cooed, handing you your receipt.
You watched as he messily wrote âShrimpyâ onto your cup.
âCan I get your name?â you asked.
âMy name?â
âYeah.â
âWhat for?â
âSomehow youâre slowly becoming my favorite barista.â
Partially a lie, partially the truth. He was your favorite because he was so fine. You only wanted his name in case you ever decided to write a review on your bitter first meeting with him or if you came across the manager. Petty, yes, but it annoyed you that much.
âFloyd, Floyd Leech,â he grinned.
You checked the receipt and sat down at the barstools in front of the baristaâs worktable, watching him intently as he began to work on your order. Well, half your attention was actually on his hand movements. Your mind was having an internal battle about how shameful you were to fantasize about his back muscles, mentally undressing him. The fact that there were only you two in the coffeehouse did not help either. The silence, at its surface, was calming, but, at its core, it was awkward. With the occasional clinks of utensils and the sound of coffee being brewed and blended into a frappuccino, Â the lack of noise left your mind to wander.
âJust because heâs good looking does not make up for the fact that he was rude,â you chided yourself.
Floyd cocked his head: âHey. What are you staring at?â Â
He looked behind him as if there was actually something of interest. You saw your drink in his hand. He held it close to his chest, withholding it, waiting for your answer.
âOh? Um.. nothing? I was just zoning out. Iâm tired from running all the way here.â
âShrimpyâs no fun,â he pouted.
âMy name is (y/n), not Shrimpy.â
âYouâre short, jumpy, and huggable like a shrimp~â
âI am not that short!â
âOh-!!! You remind me of Goldfish. You both get so mad for some reason,â he laughed.
âListen hereââ
The barista took a swig of your order. He didnât take the dome-shaped lid out. He didnât even drink it with a straw. He just⊠straight up⊠put his lips on the lid and drank the contents from the rim. You halted your rant, appalled by his audacity.
âYou talk too much, Shrimpy.â
In this total silence, someone, if there were someone here, would have heard your sanity and patience snapped.
âListen here, Floyd Leech. That was awfully rude of you. Actually, from the beginning, you were so rude! From getting into my personal bubble to calling me names when I told you to stop. And now you drink my order? And right in front of me too?! So, so, rude-!!! I justââ
âWow. What an expansive vocabulary you have,â he glared, twiddling with the collar of his shirt and somehow exposing more of his collarbone.
You leaned over the counter, reaching for your beverage, heat traveling up your cheeks, âIâm not done yet! Just because youâre hot does not mean you can dress like that and automatically get a free pass to do these things! Do you have any idea how distracting that was?? NowâwHAAA!!â
âI didnât really think Shrimpy was this bold, this naughty,â Floyd chuckled.
Ah shit. Your anger got the best of you. Your verbal filter was removed and all of your thoughts slipped past your conscious and common sense. His sly grin did not help at all. Your close proximity enhanced your blush. The way you clung onto him caused his shirt to slide off his left shoulder and with the position you were in, you had a front seat to all his glory. What a sticky wicket this was.
âI just wanted something sweet to drink,â you panted, fisting his shirt in your petite palms, frustration washing over you.
You were on the verge of tears. Floyd sighed, lowering the cup just a bit, and took a few steps back as he carefully let you slide onto the baristaâs side of the counter. However, your beverage was still out of reach.
âYouâre such a snowflake,â he mumbled.
You clung to him, still, using him as leverage to reach your order, âAm not. This wouldnât have happened if you just let me have my coffee!â
âYou mean this hell of a sugary confection??â
âYes? I mean I wouldnât know because I havenât even tried it yet,â you grunted, jumping at it like a fish trying to catch the bait.
âOi, (y/n), can I kiss you?â
That was the first time he used your actual name instead of âShrimpyâ ever since you met. You would rejoice, but the following words were out of the question. His tone made it sound more like a demand than a request of consent.
âExcuse me?!â
âYou wanted to try the drink right?â
âYes, but itâs right there in your hand! So if you would just let me have it, Iâll stop annoying you!â
âThe taste is lingering in my mouth. Itâs so sweet. I wanna get rid of itâŠâ
âGet some water.â
He squeezed his right arm around your waist, bringing you closer to his face, Â âBut I want to kiss you~!â
âWell, since you drank out of it, if you let me have it, then we can have an indirect kiss!â
âThatâs no fun,â Floyd said, taking another sip of your frappuccino.
âHeyâmmpff!!â
Despite how he manhandled you thus far, he kissed you very tenderly. His lips were soft, warm even. As much as you wanted to push him back and scold him for taking away something as precious as your first kiss, you couldn't. Everything just⊠felt right. Your grip on his shirt loosened. Before, you held them in your palms in anger, a way of intimidation, a sign to show him that you werenât going to back down even if he was teasing you with no mercy. But now, you held Floydâs collar to close the space between you two. You were this close to each other, but it wasnât close enough.
You gasped as he nibbled your lip. Floyd took it upon himself to invite his tongue over to your wet cavern. A sugary substance flooded your taste buds. Ah⊠he never swallowed your drink.... Not that it mattered. You gulped it in one breath, continuing on with your tango of tongues. If Floyd wasnât supporting your waist, you mightâve melted away into this temporary bliss. You momentarily broke away from him to catch your breath. The distance between you two was barely five centimeters. He growled lowly, taking two steps forward, pushing you towards the bar. He smashed his lips against yours, a clear sign for you not to do that again. A fire lit in his eyes. Floyd hungrily bit your bottom lip, earning a whimper in response.  Without breaking away from your mouth, only turning his head to take you at a different angle, he hoisted you up and set you and the beverage down on the countertop. Now, with both hands free, he cupped your cheeks. You responded by wrapping your legs around his waist and grabbing his wrists, drawing away his hands.
âW-WaitâŠâ you exhaled.
â...did you not like that?â he cocked his head.
âNo... No⊠I liked it⊠I liked it a lot⊠I just⊠S-Slow downâŠâ
Floyd reached for the ends of your hair, twirling with the strand, âTake your timeâŠâ
Perhaps it was purely the heat of the moment or lust, but you judged him too soon. In this brief period of time, he was being considerate of you. Â He traced your figure with his eyes, grinning from ear to ear at your bruised lips, bright pink from the dozens of kisses he gave you. You were just as disheveled as he was.
â...More..â
âYou sure?â
âIâm thirsty,â you pouted.
Floyd let out a chortle before sipping your coffee, âAlright, then Shrimpy.â
You prepared yourself for yet another rough session. Before he took your lips, he smoothed back his hair, revealing his forehead. The gesture caught you off guard thus you stiffened as he brushed his lips against yours. By gods, it was as if he wasn't even trying to be provocative. Was it possible for someone to be this seductive without actual effort? At this rate, you were going to miss curfew..
âFloydâŠâ you moaned, intertwining your fingers with his as he pushed you down onto the counter.
âIâll be gentle, donât worry...â
âFloyd⊠No⊠T-Thereâs people watching-!!!â
âSo?â
âDoes that not bother you?!â
âNot when theyâll know youâre mine~â
You sat up, âIâm a bit too shy for that. A-And I would like for my first time to be privateâŠâ
You left the last part trail off in embarrassment, fiddling with his necktie which somehow managed to stay on his person despite everything that just happened.
âOh? Is Shrimpy a virgin?â he teased.
âSo what if I am?!â
âNothing. Just thought a cute Night Raven College girl like you wouldnât be since you were really good~â
He earned himself a playful smack on the shoulder to which he responded with a sarcastically scoff. This was so unfair...
âHow did you know that I went there?â
âHmm must be because of the shirt youâre wearing underneath that hoodie,â he said, feigning innocence.
Oh. Heâs the perceptive type. You didnât think much of his ministrations (other than them being tantalizing). It seemed that he took note of every detail about you. At this point, you were crimson as a tomato.
âAlso, because I go there as well,â he snickered.
You smacked his shoulder once more.
âIâve never seen you before.â
âDifferent years, probably.â
âMaybe..â
âAlso, Iâm always stuck at the Mostro Lounge so you can find me there,â he winked.
âAhhh! Stop doing that!â
âDoing what?â
âGiving me two answers and mixed signals.â
Floyd tilted your head upwards and pecked your lips, holding you as if you were a figure of glass: âWhat about this is mixed?â
âYou were terribly rude before⊠and you probably just want someone to bed with for the night,â you puffed your cheeks.
How your body was betraying you⊠Your legs were still wrapped around his waist and the fervor was not going to dissipate anytime soon.
âIâll have you know that Iâve had my eyes on you for a long time, (y/n).â
He raised your hand and pressed a chaste kiss on each individual knuckle.
Oh god. Your heart couldnât bear it anymore. The way your name rolled off the tip of his tongue made honey taste like summerâ hot, overwhelming, but still something to look forward to.
âSince when?â you exhaled.
âSince your first visit to the Lounge.â
He switched to your other hand, continuing the ritual.
âIâve only been there once.â
âYou were such a cute Shrimpy that I couldnât forget about you~â
âThat canât be rightââ
âYou just have to accept it!â
âIt doesnât make up for how you treated me before.â
He placed your hands on his cheek, âSorry, Shrimpy. The scent you released was too irresistible.â
Instinctively, you sniffed your clothes, âI donât smell anything.â
âIt might be just an eel thing*, then. But just so you know, Iâve been trying to find you for a while now. Iâm so happy that I did. Youâre mine now, Shrimpy. Your smell is intoxicating,â he cooed, leaning closer to your ear, âIt makes me go feral~â
You squealed at his sudden remark, unable to regain your composure. Your words melted into gibberish and murmurs as you buried your face into his chest once more.
âYouâre such a creep,â you whined.
âYou donât mean that~â
âI donâtâŠâ
âWe should get going before curfew though. Help me clean up, will ya?â
âOkay.â
Floyd planted a kiss on your forehead, âThank you, Shrimpy.â
That nickname wasnât as obnoxious as it was before, huh.
âIâll reward you once we get to my room,â he snickered over his shoulder as he left for the back room.
Waitâ WHAT?!?!?
âH-Hold on-!!â
âRelax, Shrimpy, âm not gonna do anything to you⊠not yet, anyway. Iâm just sayinâ in case we donât make it before curfew.  Azul needs me for Mostro Lounge tomorrow, he has no choice, but to let me in. If anyone can convince the headmaster, itâs probably him,â he gave you a thumbs up.
âHe doesnât pay me. Iâm just helping out of obligation.â
âWhat? How come?â
âHeâs my friend?â
âYou sound unsure.â
âYou made it sound like Iâm gullible,â he laughed, stacking the last of the chairs.
âWell? Shall we go, Shrimpy?â
You took his hand without hesitation. This feelingâ it was addicting. You only knew him for a less than a day, but it felt right. It felt meant to be... as if you were soulmates.Â
Bonus:
âOya? Floyd, what happened to your back? Thereâs scratches all over it. Are you alright?â
â sânothinâ, Jade. I just⊠had a fun night~â
âPlease. You and (y/n) were so loud. Please reserve those kinds of activities for somewhere more privateâ not a dormitory with thin walls,â Azul chided.
His brotherâs eyes widened, but he didnât question it any further. Jade curtly closed his gym locker and headed out towards the field.
Azul followed in suit with a huff.Â
* Note: Female moray eels release an odor in order to attract males to mate with them
Here we are, I hope that this meets your expectations
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33 - Twisted Wonderland - Post overblot Riddle, Azul, Leona x Reader
Sitting on Riddle's bed, you look at him with deep concern. His beautiful big eyes are deeply surrounded by a black halo on his pale skin. It's the fourth time he's come back from the bathroom, and you can't help but wonder if it's a way to try to keep himself busy so he doesn't give in to his obvious discomfort.
The fact that you are there is already a sign of discomfort. He needs you, but he doesn't want to tell you why.
"Are you unwell?" You try to ask him vague. Since the overbolt incident, Riddle seems to be increasingly out of energy despite the fact that he should instead rest as much as possible.
Unexpectedly he shakes his head, catching you by surprise in his complacency.
"You know, you have a tendency to get into trouble too often even in dreams, you should really get yourself settled."
His sour voice makes you turn up your nose. He is scolding you, and you don't understand why.
He realizes it; the realization of him crosses his silver eyes, and he gulps.
"Forgive meâŠ" he murmurs, as his hands grip his shirt on his chest "I'm sorry⊠it's not your fault. Just ... you shouldn't be so close to me, after what happened."
His pupils can no longer meet you as he sits next to you.
You can't really understand, and you can't really think about what he is saying, but he comes before you.
âIt often happens to me lately⊠to dream about something. To hurt someone ... to hurt you, without being able to do anything to stop it ..." He swallow "And every morning I'm always terrified that someone will suddenly run to me while we're having breakfast, to tell me that I ... that you ... "
He can't finish explaining, but you don't care. Under all that stiffness of him, he's such a lovely guy.
You call him softly, and gently wrap your arms around him. You hear him protest, but he doesn't have enough energy to convince himself that this isn't what he wants, and so he finds himself there, in your arms. His shining eyes close as he focuses on the warmth of your body - healthy - and the sweet beat of your heart.
With closed lips, he lightly intones a gentle lullaby, trying to relax the little great leader who now seems so fragile, so scared of losing you, because of him.
"I would really like to protect you, you know?" His murmur is dictated by sleep, that sleep that relieves the filters and leaves the deepest thoughts free.
"You do ..." You answer reassuringly, as you stroke his hair, enjoying his protective arms squeezing you.
"You should really go to sleep."
You say, staring at the Octavinelle leader's shoulders hunched over his papers. You're sitting on his bed, cross-legged, while he insists on staying awake.
The Leach twins had informed you of the troubling situation, and tonight you decided that you would get to the bottom of it, whether he wanted it or not.
"I still have a lot of work to do ..." he replies he absently, but you recognize the voice broken by fatigue.
The problem is clearly one: Azul doesn't want to sleep.
Since he went into an overbolt state he has evidently had some problems that had affected his health.
"Azul⊠please. You're weakening, you shouldn't ... "
"Shut up!" He interrupts you with a scream that is a little too violent and that really makes you shut up. Now that he looks at you, you see how battered his face is.
As if he had suddenly woken up from a dream he gets up from his chair: "Sorry-!" He exclaims, then taking a deep breath and clearing his throat, to regain his composure "I meant, forgive me."
You frown slightly, almost pouting: "Azul ... you're ruining yourself."
He just snorts, but he surrenders to you, sitting next to you. Evidently he has reached the limit.
"I've long been ruined, you know." He says explanatory, and you would like to contradict him, but he immediately interrupts you: "Don't say no. I am obviously a danger, and you are tremendously good at putting yourself in danger." A hand of his painfully passes through his hair, now free from the typical hat.
"I can not sleep. I don't want to sleep, because if I sleep ... I remember how much I could ... I can hurt you."
You are surprised. He must have really suffered so much to get to surrender in this way, to open up like this, even with you.
"Azul ..." You call him softly, but before he can react you are already on him, your arms around his chest. You both fall on the bed, and you hear him groan under your weight.
"What are you-??"
"Sssh!" You stop him, now it's your turn to speak.
You slowly slide to the side, and as you do this you move slightly higher. His head can now lean against you, hide against your neck, protective. You caress him softly, lull him against you.
"Don't say absurd things, Azul. Who would get me out of trouble if you weren't there? " Ask, as your chin rests on his fair hair.
He stiffens, for a moment he seems almost frightened, but then you hear him sigh, relaxing.
"You're so good at messing around ..." He murmurs, but you're sure he's smiling against your neck, as his finally placid arms hug you, in the sleep he is slowly taking with you.
The painful moan makes you jump in your seat.
Sitting on the parapet of the balcony of the room owned by the leader of the Savanaclaw, you can see Leona lying on his bed belly up. His arms spread wide on the mattress, his chest rising and falling too quickly, his emerald eyes fixed on the ceiling with a sheen of terror in them.
"Leona ..." You call him, closing the book you were reading in the light of the torch.
He quickly gets up into a sitting position as soon as his ears hear your voice. His eyes look for you desperately in the room, until he meets your gaze⊠and finally he relaxes.
"Aaah ... what are you still doing here?" He asks in a gasp as he rubs his palms against his face until his hair are gripped in his fingers.
You stayed with him because everyone realized that after the overbolt incident the prince was no longer well, and Ruggie was sure he heard him complain at night.
"Leona ... where is the problem? You can't sleep ... it's not like you. "
"You know well that I sleep out of desire and not out of need." He snaps, but at least his gaze finally meets you "I don't really want to sleep lately."
"You don't even eat as usual."
"Did you become my mother?" He asks in a snarl, but then sighs, compliant, letting himself fall back on the mattress.
You dare to approach and sit next to him, and he doesn't stop you.
You are both silent for a while, and when you think there is no way to break his barrier, he speaks.
"I don't want to hurt you, you know this, right? Even if I growl, I threaten to eat you, or reduce you to dust ... I would never want to hurt you. "
The exposure of him surprises you. You curl up on the pillow, your back against the wall and Leona's head lies right next to your knees: "I know." You mutter, daring to reach out to stroke his ear. He doesn't threaten to bite you, only he turns his face to you.
"At night ... I often wake up imagining the smell of your blood in my nostrils ... on my hands. I hate it, it makes me want to throw up. "
He must have really come to the limit to confess such a thing, you know.
Your fingers don't stray from his hair; you gently massage his temples, brush his forehead, caress his cheeks.
"I hurt Ruggie... It could have happened to you, and I-"
"You would be a good king." You interrupt him. He looks at you dazed, and you continue: "You would be a good king, if only your mirror neurons weren't so atrophied. And if you knew what diplomacy is."
He snorts, but in that snort you can hear the hint of laughter: "It's your mirror neurons that make you so stupid as to stay here." He murmurs as his weary eyelids drop, and his head snuggles into your lap as his strong arm encircles your waist, anchoring the prince away from his nightmares.
đžsynopsis: leona never understood the whole hype around birthdays. especially his own. this year however, you and the savanaclaw boys just might change that.Â
đžcharacters: savanaclaw students + mc!reader
đžbe cautious of: wanting leona to be real and just hugging himÂ
đžbookkeeperâs notes: happy birthday to this lazy lion. you are officially old enough to drink alcohol.Â
LEONA never understood the hype around birthdays. It was just another ordinary day. For Leona, his birthday would be the only day where people cared about him. OrâŠpretended to care. He hated the fake smiles they wore. He hated how Farena only spent that one day to truly spend time with him, even though he genuinely wanted to spend more time with his older brother.Â
Every year on his birthday, the king and queen of Afterglow Savannah would throw a banquet. It was full of royalty from different lands, full of people acclaimed with high statuses, people he didnât even know, yet, even if the palace was bustling and full, he had never felt so alone. He hated it. He hated it all.Â
Disclaimer: Sereia is @kirseduwuâs OC! Mary-Ann is one of my (still unrevealed) OCs, and theyâre both 1st years at the time of this drabble. Iâm sorry this took so long, and sorry if Sereia is OOC, I tried working with the character sheet you provided me T_T Regardless, I hope you like it! <3
â⊠Youâre seriously weird, you know.â
Sereia stopped in her tracks. That voice- it was unmistakable. Swift as thunder, she turned around.
â.. Ara, if it isnât Leona-san. Is there anything I could help you with?â She titled her head, softly smiling at him.
âThere you go again. Seriously, arenât you tired?â
Dusk was slowly setting on the courtyard, yet the light seemed almost blinding to Sereia as she processed what Leona had said. She responded, as imperturbable as ever, a fake smile plastered on her face.
âIâm afraid I donât follow, Leona-san. I am just putting away the practice material, after all. Is there anything wrong with that?â
â⊠Ha, look at you, with that fake smile nâ all. Donât you know your eyes ainât even smiling when youâre grinning like that?â
She had to resist the urge to bit her lower lip as she fought the growing uneasiness swelling inside of her.
ââA fake smileâ? You must be mistaken, Leona-san. Why would I pretend about anything?â
Somehow, her voice had faltered a bit. And when Sereia looked up to meet Leonaâs gaze, she understood that he had noticed. Shit. Why did this guy have to butt in? He threw his head back, looking down at her with a cocky expression.
âHah, so I was right. Seems like our lilâ mermaid can reach her limits, too. Must be tiring, smiling around those idiots all day and pretendinâ you care. Kinda admire you, in a sense.â He paused, and his expression got colder. â⊠But man, you seriously creep me out.â
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âYou seriously creep me outâ.
As much as she wanted to play it cool, Leonaâs words rang in her head. Seriously- what did that jerk even want anyway? He barely showed up for class, despite being held back once already. He barely interacted with anyone, scoffing whenever anyone would talk to him, and purposefully skipping on any social activities. What even was he up to? Who knows, but Sereia knew what she wanted- to have a smooth high school career, both academically and socially, in order to land a nice job post-graduation and finally become a person who matters. Which, obviously, a spoiled royal like Leona would never understand.
âSe~re~ia~-chan~â
Absent-mindedly, Sereia tapped on her pencil. Did he figure her out? Well, not that it mattered, or that she was in the wrong. For someone like her, itâs important to keep on a façade- because unlike Leona, she has to be liked. Because no one is going to fold their back for a rootless orphan- she had to be the one to appeal to people. She was going to erase the scars of the past. She was sure of it.
â-ia-chan?â
But manâŠ. regardless, she was irked. It was her adage to avoid troublesome matters- but trouble had just found her. She just couldnât understand- why would he purposefully go out of his way to tell her that she creeped him out? When he is such an aloof person by nature?
âHeeeeyâŠ.â
Sereia jolted up as she felt something cold on her cheek. Startled, she looked up to see her classmate Mary-Ann handing her a soda can, pouting.
âOi, Sereia-chan, you just ignored me for a good 5 minutes yâknow? Seriously, after I go all the way to the cafeteria to bring you something to drink? How mean ~â
â⊠Ara, Mary-Ann-san, I didnât see you. My apologies.â Sereia smiled as she took the can from her hand.
ââDidnât see meâ? That ainât not seeing me, thatâs straight up ignoring!!â Mary-Ann sat down next to Sereia, sighing.
I didnât even offer for her to sitâŠ. was Sereiaâs first reaction. Ah, seriously, we donât match. Mary-Ann was extroverted and exuberant, the type of person that anyone could figure out at first sight. The very opposite of Sereia- yet when they met on the first day, Mary-Ann suddenly decided theyâd become best buddies, and tagged along wherever Sereia went. She wasnât a bad person, but she was way too simple-minded.
âSo, whatâs up with you?â
âHuh?â Sereia looked at her. âAh⊠Nothing much. I was just thinking.â
âNah, no way, you literally look like you swallowed salt.â Mary-Ann put her chin in the palm of her hand. âIs it Leona-san?â
For a split second, Sereia couldnât control her expression of surprise. How did she even figure that out?
âEheh, hit the nail on the head ~â She laughed as Sereia stared at her with a suspicious expression. â- Oi, whatâs up with your face? Swear I didnât spy, but I saw you both talking when I was putting stuff back after Vargasâ class.â She grasped Sereiaâs arm, her face way too close for the blue-haired girl. âSoooo, what happened?â
âMary-Ann-san, youâre misunderstanding, nothing happened.â Sereia clarified as she wriggled her arm out of Mary-Annâs embrace. âLeona-san just had things he wanted to talk about, thatâs all.â
âLeona-san? Talking to anyone? As if. Plus, judging by your face, he was totally being a jerk, wasnât he?â
⊠Maybe Sereia misjudged her, and she wasnât as oblivious as she thought.
âAaaah, seriously, that guy pisses me off ~ He doesnât talk to anyone in class at all, and then he comes around and insults you? Youâre like, the kindest person in the class!â
âŠ. Or maybe not.
âAra, I really am not.â Swift as thunder, Sereia feigned a smile. âI guess I must have irked him the wrong wayâŠ.â
Mary-Ann suddenly got up, startling Sereia. The blonde girl clapped her hands, a grin on her face. What is she up toâŠ.
âWell, you donât wanna keep a misunderstanding around for too long, right? That Leona guy definitely doesnât have any reason to hate you, so you should clarify things with him!â
âHe leaves straight after class, so-â
âAaand thatâs where I come in! Iâm on classroom cleaning penal- ahem, I meant duty with him today, so if you cover my shift tonight, youâll get to talk to him!â
ââŠ. Mary-Ann-san. Surely, you arenât just trying to escape your cleaning duties?â
âEh-? Ahah, no, I would⊠never do thatâŠâ Letting a nervous laughter out, she waved her hands. âAnd Iâll like, totally pay you back by covering your shift when youâre paired with a hot guy, mâkay?~â
Sereia sighed. That just sounded like trouble, but⊠she felt as if she had to clarify things with him. She was used to contempt and scoffs- but for some reason, Leonaâs words made her heart ache.
ââŠ. Alright. Thank you, Mary-Ann-san.â
â
Sereia regretted agreeing almost as soon as she entered the empty classroom. Leona was napping on a desk, obviously not intending on helping out at all. Sereia cleared her throat.
â⊠Is this how you clean?â
Surprised, the Savanaclaw student removed the book he was using to block the light. He slightly raised his head to peer at the young girl in front of him.
âWell, if it isnât our lilâ mermaid. What are you doing here? I thought I was on cleaning duty with that blonde chick?â
âShe isnât âthat blonde chickâ, thatâs Mary-Ann-san.â Sereia sighed. âIâm covering her shift for her, so please start cleaning already.â
â⊠Well, would you look at that, ever-so-kind.â Leona grinned, resting his head on his arms. âDo you get some brownie points for that?â
Irked, Sereia turned around.
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Now, if you would please start cleaning.â
âAnd what do I get for it?â
Sereia turned around once more. Upon seeing her face, Leonaâs grin disappeared. Her eyes had turned cold. Interesting, he thought.
âLeona-san. I assume as a royal heir, you havenât had the opportunity to clean after yourself, never mind after others, am I correct? Well, now that we are both Night Raven College Students, please understand that you are to do as us plebeians do.â Sereiaâs voice came out as colder than she had intended. But for some reason, Leonaâs arrogance really brought out the side of her sheâd rather hide.
âHa, what a quick change of attitude. How creepy.â
â- Would you please stop saying that.â
The tone of Sereiaâs voice perked Leonaâs interested, as he raised himself up with a big yawn. His gaze met Sereia, and the intensity of his predator eyes caught Sereia off-guard.
â⊠Youâre an interesting one, you know.â
âIf Iâm not mistaken, you said I was âcreepyâ a few seconds ago. Talk about a change of attitude.â Sereia tried her best to keep her composure, but the air seemed to grow heavier as Leona shifted towards her.
âAll those lilâ herbivores ainât worth my time, but youâŠâ He stood up, and stopped right in front of Sereia. â.. You seem to have some fight in you, yâknow. The way I see it, you canât stand those idiots either, but why do you go around pretendinâ you do? What are you trying to get out of them?â
Sereia took a step back, only to be met with the wall behind her. Shit, she thought. The tension made her feel like her legs could give in at any moment- yet she couldnât turn her eyes away from Leonaâs gaze.
â⊠I already told you, Iâm afraid youâre mistaken about this.â
Leona let out a chuckle as he placed his arm above her head, hovering over her.
âYouâre still going on about that even in this situation? Hah, my instincts didnât fail me- youâre intriguing. Yâknow, I canât stand those innocent, goody-two-shoes types, but youâŠ.â
The setting sun made Leonaâs eyes shine even more in the dusk-coloured classroom. Sereia gulped, almost enchanted by the sight in front of her.
â⊠Something tells me you might be the one to make this pretentious school less boring.â
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An Analysis to Twisted Wonderlandâs Dorms Values (alternatively, How to Sort Your OC/Crossover Character into TW Dorms)
Heartslabyul, founded by the severity of the Queen of Hearts, is home to the law admirers. The spirit of Heartslabyul is for those who follows the rules, as well for those who are booksmart and does things by what the textbook says. They do things for the sake of tradition, of law. If your char insist to follow or even enforce the rules, then they are sorted here.Â
Savanaclaw, founded by the stubbornness of King of Beasts, literally is the embodiment of the toxic masculinity. In contrast to Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw is home to the chaos fanatics, whose rules is exactly the lack of it, answers every question with violence, and is the most active in bullying (see Deuceâs robe story, Liliaâs lab coat , Ruggieâs dorm uniform) and simply see that physical strength(or maybe, how big your biceps are) is all that matters. Your char is an aggressive jock? They are here!
Octavinelle, founded by âpityâ of the Sea Witch, is home for those who work with the capitalistic/commerce mindset, including to flourish yourself at the cost of othersâ benefit. In order to do their scammy schemes,whereas Heartslabyul is home to the booksmart and Scarabia is home to the street smart, Octavinelle is home to those who has both. Nothing is free with them, so be prepared to have smth to deal with them.Â
Scarabia, founded by meticulous planning of the Sorcerer of the Desert, is home to the cunning people who masterminds behind the puppet king, as shown in their insignia, a snake biting the palace. As its insignia is the snake , this is ofc the most Slytherin dorm, supposedly filled with the cunning people with high self preservation sense.Â
Pomefiore, founded by hard work of the Beautiful Queen, is home to the elegant pharmacists and the neurodivergent artists. By far the most complex dorm (Yana Toboso put most of her money on the glam dorm? Quick, act surprised!) Pomefiore helds values that contrasts all the other dorms. Heartslabyul are admirers of law, Savanaclaw adhere to chaos, Diasomnia seek to pleases family or ppl they care of,Octavinelle flourish themselves by leeching off others, Scarabia stays in the shadows, and Ignihyde keep their knowledge to themselves. Pomefiore is none of those.Â
Pomefiore does not strive to the idea of chaos nor law itself, nor they seek to simply please ppl they loved. Pomefiore is all about the self improvement, to develop yourself for the sake of yourself, so that one day you can say âI am meâ proudly. Pomefiore peacocks asks what is truly the best for them at the moment, to follow the rules, to follow chaos, to follow beloved people, not just followingit for the sake of it. To focus on your strong points, and to find your true self as you develop your potential. Self improvement, not self preservation. Thatâs Scarabia. Pomefiore strives to improve yourself without the need of leeching off others like Octavinelle. Pomefiore is all about your own unrelenting effort. While Pomefiore is about being yourself, itâs not about save yourself. You can keep your own uniqueness while still willing to help others, like Rook.Â
The self improvement of Pomefiore actually is rather close to Ravenclawâs values than to Slytherin, except that Pomefiore does not only expect only one aspect , but all aspects, that perfectionism itself is another value to Pomefiore, to expect not only beauty, but also intelligence, strength, manners, skills, personality. Everything. Itâs not that Pomefiore only cares for beauty, they care for everything including beauty, or better said, there is beauty in everything, as as much they value strength as much they value beauty, it can be translated that there is strength in everything.Â
And precisely because self care , self improvement and developing as yourself is part of Pomefioreâs values, by extension fighting prejudice itself is Pomefioreâs values. Gender norms? Feminine people who cares for their looks are evil and superficial? (I know yall think this, and Yana do too, and off she goes calling out the fandom, that Vil is pissed everytime heâs casted as that kind of char in universe too) Neurodivergents are freaks? Stupid ppl will stay stupid/weak ppl will stay weak? Poor people doesnât have keen sense of beauty as much rich ppl do? To say fuck to all of that is precisely what Pomefiore does.
In Pomefiore, you are expected to have taste for beautiful things, to create art, be it craft art or performance art, not just that youâre beautiful yourself. That, and while the value is self improvement, you are expected to help others improve too. Note that while Vil actively test people, Pomefiore students does not actively bully people unlike Savanaclaw. Looking down on people and blocks their growth isnât beautiful, helping each other grow is. And thus, Pome is eager even to share their knowledge with others (assuming you can get past prejudice about their looks)Â
Ignihyde, founded on the perseverance of the King of the Dead, is home to the tech geeks. In contrast to the booksmart Heartslabyul , the street smart Scarabia, and Octavinelle that has both, Ignihyde is the place to the tech geeks. They are also introverted, hard to approach, and keep their knowledge to themselves, as well as much as itâs home to the internet addicts, it is also home for the weebs. In contrast to Pomefiore that crafts art, Ignihyde crafts new techs.Â
Diasomnia, founded on the elegance of the Witch of Thorns, helds militaristic/knightly code of conduct to their dorm. Another physical dorm, (as shown that Malleus, Sebek and Silver are all sporty and have big muscles, and Lilia too can keep up with Leona in sports) the difference is that Diasomnia also values magical power, intelligence, and honor/sportsmanship unlike Savanaclaw which is all about the brawl, muscles and chaos. Diasomnia also values bond, more specifically familial bond and loyal to those they consider family. As much Diasomnia is disciplined and values honor, they still value bond and family more, not abiding to law for the sake of it like Heartslabyul. Savanaclaw is reckless, Diasomnia is brave. Diasomnia does not initiate attacks, but they are ready to fight back. They can fight, but donât consider violence as solution or first option to everything.Â
feel free to ask if there is something lacking or you donât get /char you are confused where to put!
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