➤ Hello, ya'll! My name is Anna! 28 years old. I go by she/her/member of @twstnexus.
➤ SFW writer and occasional artist!! Huge major fan of Leona Kingscholar!
➤ Can do translations in both Chinese and Japanese.
➤ Major fandoms: Twisted Wonderland, Disney Princesses, 3000 Whys of Blue Cat, Hei Mao Jing Zhang, Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts, Hana Yori Dango, Kaichou Wa Maid Sama!
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Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons
Characters: Everyone :)
Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw(Here!), Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2)
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case.
Note: These are all if he is the one proposing btw. I've been thinking about maybe programming a small fan-made mini-otome using these ideas. Just for some practice for school while also being self indulgent hehe
Leona Kingscholar
Let’s just rip the bandaid off. Leona dates to marry. He’s not someone to invest his time in something troublesome, and frankly? Not many people catch his interest. Sure. He might think someone is physically attractive, but there’s a difference. He doesn’t follow the traditional path either. The ‘dating’ stage doesn’t last long because he’s already made up his mind prior to it.
Dating is pretty much just formality. The moment you agree to it, you’re essentially agreeing to marry him. He’s not going to put in effort for just anyone. Bonus points if he’s the one to confess his feelings first. That is basically concrete confirmation that he intends to marry you.
Leona proposing is inevitable. Only two things stand in his way: time and pride. Time, because he is no idiot. Your ways are unlike his people, and unlike him. He’s patient. He knows how to play the game. He can wait, but not forever. He’ll observe you over time and slip in questions here and there about your goals in life. Then he’ll find a good time frame. Please remember that Leona is not just an ambitious hot-head. He’s a smart one.
Then there is his pride. He will not put himself in a position that has a chance to fail. No. He will play dirty, and wait until you are tinkering with the idea of marriage. He’ll steer conversations towards talks of the future, and make it so you’re the one who starts them. All to get you warmed up to the idea of spending your life with him, and to a stage where he can clearly tell where you lie emotionally. He might appear neutral on the outside; however, it’s all according to plan. While you are just beginning to imagine your lives together, Leona’s already had the thought process long prior. You don’t need to know that though.
The icing on the cake is when you visit his home. Checka is Leona’s secret wingman. Your soft spot for the boy is something he takes advantage of, and lets Checka consume your attention during a tour of the palace. You meet his elder brother, who irritatingly pries for details about your relationship. Leona lets it go. Just this once, because he knows you feeling at home is more important in the long run. You share a room with him during your stay, and he made arrangements for small changes according to your tastes. You’re also gifted with a new wardrobe of traditional clothes for your stay, and given free reign of the area. Naturally you are guarded in secret, as per the King’s orders. His brother knows as well as Leona does that it is imperative that your stay goes well.
You will be touring landmarks and tourist spots within the continent as well. While Leona would much rather laze his free time away in his room (away from his family), he goes. Word spread that he was bringing home his partner. Thank the gossiping maids for that. Walking with you makes the rumors official, and is safer than having you walk alone with Checka and some royal guards. That would have arisen suspicion, and been troublesome. More troublesome than walking around and confirming to the public that you are not to be touched.
Ignoring the many remarks about how Leona is unusually active during his visit (thanks to you), his pride is high. You’ve thoroughly been slotted into his life, and are accepted. Any apprehensions about you denying him were snuffed out. The way you took to living with him so easily proves it. If you weren’t welcomed by his family? Well, it wouldn’t change anything. This scenario just makes what he’s about to do easier.
The first night you arrived, Farlan presented Leona with a Kingscholar family heirloom. A ring that has been in their family for generations. Not meant to be worn permanently, and only for proposals. Farlan used it to propose to his wife, and at the ceremony presented her with the ring he picked out. Now Leona will use it to propose to you.
One look at it and Leona declined. He’s spent his whole life chasing things that he couldn’t have because of his birth status. He would not yield this moment to tradition. Farlan was shocked, but rescinded the offer with a supportive smile. His brother had found himself, and the King was proud.
On the evening of your final night at the palace - Leona finds you alone on the balcony of your shared room. If he was going to do anything, it would be now. Initially he was 100% confident in getting your acceptance, but the longer he watches the less sure he becomes. Deep down there is rooted fear that he will once again become second choice, and that you’ll choose to return to your world over him. His hands are in his pockets, and one of them fists around the ring he prepared long ago.
Right when he moved to back out, you turned to come back inside. Your serene stature brightened at the sight of him, and he gained back some confidence. If you could only look at him that way forever…well, here goes nothing.
“What are you doing out there without a coat? It gets extremely cold in the Savannah during the night. Do you want to get sick? I won’t be the one taking care of you….” he sighs and crosses the open threshold.
The dipping temperature has your arm hair standing attentive. Leona clicks his tongue, shrugging off one of the outer wraps tied on his waist and covering your shoulders.
“Stubborn mule,” he chides but there’s a reserved affection in his tone, “I’m sure you could’ve pieced it together by this point, but this isn’t just some normal vacation.”
Leona ties the cloth into a secure knot across your collar, taking a moment to linger. His tail flicks with nerves against the sculpted railing. Tch. There are a million ways he could do this. Like an infinite checkmate, where the king could be taken by any available piece all at the same time. An impossible scenario in Chess, yet Leona’s all about breaking the mold. He pulls the ring from his pocket, pinching it between two fingers in front of your face. Your eyes cross to focus and he feels that familiar sensation of fulfillment.
“I brought you here to ask for your hand. What? You want me to say it so plainly? Ain’t the jewel enough?….hah, someone’s getting greedy for a little herbivore,” Leona smirks, taking your hand and sliding the ring over your finger. He kisses the band, fiery citrine holding your gaze all the while, “I’m here for your hand in marriage. Nothing less.”
{ 'Everything the light touches...is our kingdom' - A golden sunrise. Befitting. He used to hate them. Hate that phrase too. Yet you are the sun that Leona has been searching for. He continues to fight against fate in hopes that his efforts will bare fruit, and you are living proof that there is a chance. Maybe not easily. His life might not be what he originally dreamed. He may not get to sit on a throne of light . Yet there is a light in his life, and he likes to think that fate did not bring it to him. No, he found you all on his own.}
Ruggie Bucchi
'I don't see why you haven't proposed to that young darlin’ yet. Keep waiting and you'll miss your chance, boy'
Well, of all the things Ruggie expected to hear during his visit home, that wasn't one. Normally he'd be nagged over being away too long, or not writing home enough. This? It caught him off guard. Grandma was always sticking her nose where it didn't belong...but, maybe she had a point this time.
Your relationship. It's not something Ruggie has given much thought. It's uncharacteristic of him to get comfortable enough not to look a few steps ahead, but he's gone soft. A fact that he begrudgingly accepts with a grain of salt.
Naturally, he doesn't admit this out loud and instead changes the topic. On the outside, he acts normal and helps out around the house. However, internally he is thinking over his grandmother's prying.
Marriage. It's not necessarily 'beneficial,' to say the least. With only a few months left until graduation, he'll finally be entering the rat-race to secure himself a comfortable position for life. He's worked hard and developed connections to make it happen. The finish line is right there.
Where does that leave you? He can't necessarily be as flexible if he has a partner to worry about. It's a weak link, and might cause problems in his plans. The smart thing to do would be to break things off. After all, how many school romances get a happy ending? It's so unrealistic. He'll be busy with work, you'll have your own responsibilities, and eventually it will be like you are strangers with a title tying both of you together.
This reasoning alone is enough to settle the problem. It's just - he doesn't like it. It's the most realistic path and he hates it. If it was about finding a companion, then he could do it later in life.
But when he tries to picture that lifestyle with anyone other than you, it doesn't sit right. It's physically upsetting, and makes him nauseated.
Sleep evades him that night. Ruggie finds himself sitting in the kitchen doing homework, burning the midnight oil until he can think with a clear head. Naturally, his all-knowing grandmother finds him there and makes him spill his thoughts.
She's direct with her advice. It's rare for Ruggie to be stumped considering his quick-wit, and understanding emotions is a wisdom you gain with experience.
For someone like Ruggie, who's always maximized every outcome and thought ahead - you're a weakness. Something that he can't control, and yet exactly what he needs in life. We don't get to choose who we love in life. Love is unpredictable, and Ruggie's found it at a young age. Career opportunities come and go, but he will never get back the time spent at your side...so why not maximize that instead? Hm?
He leaves for NRC the following day. For the last time, considering it is his final year. On the way he stops at multiple markets and dips into his savings. With nothing but a ring and an idea, he ditches his stuff in his dorm and heads to Ramshackle.
He's not nervous. That left his system the night prior. His grandmother's tough advice hardened that up quick.
He knocks on the door, half expecting one of the resident ghosts to answer. Instead it's you, and he's down on one knee before you can speak. With one hand, he holds out the ring. The other itches his nose in attempt to hide his wobbly grin.
"Shishishishi~ I don't gotta explain what's going on, right? I'm sure you can put two-and-two together quickly. Are you really so surprised that you have nothing to say? Hmm, I guess that I can take the lead. You owe me! Pretty soon I'll be leaving this place. You still have another year here, and I can't promise I’ll be around much. Until now, I had no plan for us. Likely because being with you is the most natural thing I got outta this life. It’s always been about the short wins, y’know? Lookin’ out for number one. I've always aimed for a life of comfort, but now I want ya in that picture too. I can’t see it anyway else. So...when you graduate next year, will you marry me? I'll be patiently waiting, shishi~”
{Rose Quartz. The symbol of unconditional love and family. Something Ruggie hasn't experienced much in his life, and is grateful for. Ruggie did not want to choose a generic gem. Not for this. He may be known for cutting corners, but this is too important. He has done his fair share of trading, and knows exactly what to look for when shopping. No salesperson alive could convince him otherwise. You may not understand the meaning behind the gem, but that's alright. He doesn't mind, because this is the ring he'll see on your finger until you're both old and grey}
Jack Howl
Jack takes the longest out of all in his dorm. In result, his proposal is the most natural. Not to say that he does not put thought into it! Oh no, this poor lad hella overthinks the event. It's just getting him to the proposing stage is - well, anticlimactic?
All Jack requires is time. Once you've both settled in to your lives on an individual standpoint, with time comes thoughts of taking your relationship to the next level. As adults who have been together for years, it's only natural? At least for Jack. He has never been for or against getting married. So, there really is no internal battle for him to fight. He just? Lets himself be happy with the idea? I know, I know. It sounds too easy - but think about it. Jack is responsible, kind, and a bit like a golden retriever (or should I just say wolf?). He doesn't ignore his feelings. So if he feels that he want's to marry you, then why not? The worst that can happen is you say no.
There was no epiphany. No spark or overwhelming feeling of affection that made him want to marry you. No impending doom, nervousness, or special moment that he can pinpoint as 'the moment'. Nothing. You weren't even around.
He was merely finishing up morning jog and heading home. The thought casually entered his head, and he let it stay. Over time it reappeared over and over, until he felt that he'd heard it enough to act on it.
Jack is high-key observant and knows your likes and dislikes by heart. He feels that such an important moment is something he needs to think through deeply, and on his own. Many have been at the receiving end of his determination, and that doesn't exclude you. Once he's set his mind to something, there is no holding back. Over the course of weeks he proceeds to undergo self-reflection, and craft a proposal that he feels is perfect.
One question he spends time thinking about is 'where,' because Jack would prefer to do an intimate act like proposing somewhere private. The last thing he wants you to feel is pressure to accept, so he chooses to propose on a late night walk. This might arise suspicion since he isn't in workout gear, which is rare. Yet it's a price Jack is willing to pay. He's never been great with surprises anyways.
He tries to uphold some element of mystery though. Do not laugh, but he put the in a plastic bag and hid it inside the container for his protein powder. When times get tough, you have to get a little creative.
Right before your evening stroll, he says that he wants to make a shake (under the pretense that afterwards he'll work-out). In actuality, he takes an empty bottle and slips the ring inside.
While you're both walking, he shakes it around and 'complains' that nothing is coming out. With you completely unknowing, he opens the cap and feigns surprise. It makes you curious, and he hands over the bottle a bit too eagerly
It's light, you note instantly. A glance inside reveals the ring, and when you pull it out Jack stops walking. His face sets with determination despite the red hue overtaking his neck and ears.
“Will you marry me?? -- oh wait, that was too blunt, wasn't it? Hang on!” he takes a breath, and coughs into his fist, "So. I've been doing some thinking. We've been together for years now, and to me you've become irreplaceable. I don't know how else to describe how I feel, other than to say that you are the only person I want to spend my life with. I hope that you feel this way too…because there isn’t anyone else for me. Just you. It’s always been you.”
{He isn't a man of the arts. Jack has no eye for fancy jewels, or what's an appropriate design. He originally thought to have the shop keeper help him decide. Yet, that felt impersonal. So he perused many stores, and did his best to imagine your reaction to seeing each ring. Nothing caught his eye until this peridot. A simple cut with an eye-catching color. Sure, it's not what others would recommend but he liked it. Who would Jack be to deny his gut instinct?}
a/n: teehee. Its hard for me to pick what character I wanna daydream about. Also, can you tell who my fav is? *cough* Vil *cough*
wc: 2.1k (~250 each character)
Master List | Vicehousewardens | The Others
❥ Riddle Rosehearts
The warm sun gently warmed you both. A refreshing breeze softly caressed you, Riddle’s red hair swaying gently as he took a sip of his tea. You felt more than content as Riddle’s gray-blue eyes watched you intently as you rambled about whatever carried your fancy. It was a side of Riddle that few others saw, and you were grateful that he allowed you to, that he was willing to listen to whatever nonsense you spouted. The warmth in your heart burst as he nodded, giving his two cents about the book you spoke of. By the sevens did you want to just give him a little peck. You two were dating, so there was no harm in asking…right? Although the two of you had been dating for a bit, the question had caused him to fluster greatly. Cheeks a bright red, mouth gaping, chest heaving. You should’ve expected such a reaction, it took quite a bit for him to hold your hand without shutting down. To your surprise, he gave you his consent. Leaning over, you couldn’t help but find him absolutely adorable. Eyes closed expectantly, lips pursed, cheeks red. You closed the gap, leaving a chaste kiss against his lips before pulling away. When you pulled away he seemed to look both in awe and slight disappointment.
“As my partner, you are allowed to show me your affection in such ways, I only ask you to keep it between us. Other’s do not need to witness such acts.”
❥ Leona Kingscholar
You were bored. Your phone could no longer hold your attention and you just wanted to do something different. Too bad you had a whole ass lion using you as his personal body pillow. You stared at the familiar ceiling of his room, contemplating on a possible way to sneak out. You loved Leona, really, you did…but your limbs were sore and you felt antsy. So, what better than poking the bear, err…lion. You found yourself brushing his hair with your hands, scratching his scalp every so often. When that no longer kept you entertained, you lightly scratched at the base of his ears. His ear twitched, but you continued with your ministrations, a smirk pulling at your lips as a deep rumble was pulled out of him. You only paused when one of his eyes glared at you. When you mentioned you were merely bored and your legs felt like needles were constantly pricking them he only rolled his eyes. Quicker than you could comprehend, he pinned you down below him with a slight huff. His green eyes stared at you for a few moments, as if he was seeking permission, and when you didn’t push him away or fight him, he leaned down, connecting your lips in a harsh kiss. He didn’t stop until you were breathless, a smug smirk filling his features.
“Is this what you wanted, herbivore? If you want to ruin my sleep then you’ll have to compensate me.”
❥ Azul Ashengrotto
You felt like you were going crazy. Azul would take you out on fancy dates, offering you discounts (is it really a discount if you were basically eating for free?) at the Mostro Lounge, and shower you in light forms of affection (kissing the back of your hand, guiding you with a hand on your back, gentlemanly shit), yet you haven’t kissed him? Preposterous! It was proving to be a difficult task, as even though you both had been dating for a while, Azul would shy away at any form of affection you showered him with. The good news was that he had become more receptive to it, the key was you both had to be completely alone and it could only be small gestures. A small squeeze of his hand, brushing back a stray hair, hell even giving him a compliment no longer caused him to run away. Sadly, you started to feel greedy, his pink lips always seemed to taunt you, an open invitation to lean over and place your own over his. But you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries, you understood how kissing could be a big deal. There was one night, the dim lights highlighting Azul’s beautiful face as he watched you expectantly. He had you taste a new dish that he wanted to add to his menu and it just so happened to be your favorite food. As thanks, you asked him to come closer, a mischievous glint in your eyes. He did so hesitatingly, and felt himself burn up when you placed a kiss on his cheek. Then he felt like he was going to pass out as you pouted stating that you ‘missed’. Against his better judgment, he gave into your pleading, enchanting eyes, leaning in closer as you silently asked for permission. When your lips met his, he thought he was ascending to heaven.
“A-ahem, I-I’m glad to see that the d-dish was to your l-liking. I-if there’s anything else I could provide, p-please do not be afraid to ask.”
❥ Kalim Al-Asim
It's a wonder you two haven’t kissed yet. You felt so spoiled with how much care and affection Kalim showered you with. He never failed to warm you heart whether it be from his hugs, his solutions if anything ever concerned you, or even just his smile. He was a beaming ray of sunshine, and it kind of intimidated you. Contrary to popular belief, you felt shy under Kalim’s love. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to the way your heart skipped a beat as he kissed your cheek or refused to let you go. Oh and not to mention the spoiling. You knew you'd never stop the prince from lavishing you with golden jewelry and gems you didn’t even want to guess how much they were worth. Honestly, it wasn’t good for your poor heart…or consciousness. So when Kalim noticed your slightly downtrodden expression at the new ring he slipped on your finger he worried. Was it not to your liking? Was the color wrong? Don’t worry! He’ll find you ten more rings that you’ll love! …why did you look even more scared at that suggestion? You deserved all this and more! Poor Kalim, he doesn’t know a world without it being at his fingertips, he can’t understand your concern. Your heart hurt at his frown, his sad eyes reminded you of a poor puppy that was kicked. With a sigh you relented, it did compliment you nicely. And so, hoping to right the wrong of making Kalim feel sad, you leaned over and gently pecked his lips. It was like nothing had occurred at all as he stared with sparkles in his eyes.
“Could we do that again? How about another? Just one more, pleeeeease~ Haha! I’m sorry, I just love you so much!”
❥ Vil Schoenheit
It wasn’t fair how pretty and charming your boyfriend was. You wouldn’t tell him this, but he could run you over and blame you for being in the way and you’d apologize. Yeah, you were a major simp, but you really tried to be normal about it. Honestly, you weren’t sure how you managed to bag him, something about how your stupidity was frustratingly charming…in which you showed him your B in potions but he simply rolled his eyes. Aparatenly that proved his point somehow. Anyways! It was one of those rare moments of peace, the two of you watching a movie that Vil had deemed a classic. As much as you tried to pay attention (you know how annoying it is when someone scrolls on their phone during a movie you love), you kept glancing at Vil to see his reactions. You weren’t being sneaky by any means, and he wasn’t sure if he should be happy you couldn’t take your eyes off of him or annoyed that you clearly missed the symbolism that was important to understanding the plot. Yet when you pointed out something even he missed…he was secretly proud. Perhaps you were a better multitasker than you seemed because he had watched that movie plenty of times and missed such a simple thing you pointed out on first view. His heart warmed as you pointed out more details that you liked, and others you didn’t completely understand, such a simple moment, yet one he would cherish. And now he was becoming the bad one, eyes straying to your lips while trying to listen to your rambling. He truly wanted your first kiss to be romantic, in a garden with fairy lights or over a fancy dinner, but perhaps this was just as, if not more so romantic. Gently lifting your head up, your words died on your tongue as Vil’s purple eyes stared at you so lovingly. As he inched his face closer to yours, he softly asked if he could kiss you, nearly sending your heart into cardiac arrest. As his soft lips met yours, you felt true bliss for the first time, and as he pulled away with a self assured smirk, cheeks a light pink, you questioned how you managed to achieve a dream like scenario.
“It seems like you’re becoming a bad influence, dear. You want another? Perhaps I can oblige if you can actually focus on the next movie.”
❥ Idia Shroud
Where do I begin? You had been with Idia for nearly a year. You both were on the shy side, getting used to such intimate touches slowly. You can successfully say that you can now hug Idia without him freaking out. In fact, he seemed to seek out your affection, albeit in a backwards way. He’d act like he hated any form of affection and then proceed to stare daggers at you like he was trying to telepathically ask you to play with his hair. True cat behavior. You showed him the joy of affection and now you had to pay the crime (you did so happily). Idia was laying on your chest playing on his handheld console, you were mindlessly playing with his hair and your eyes kept drifting from your phone to your boyfriend. He was so pretty, you never understood how he thought otherwise. From his fiery blue hair, his yellow determined eyes, to his blue tinted lips. He may be a loser otaku, but that just happened to be your type. Your hand trailed from his bright hair to his pale face, gently caressing his cheeks. He looked over at you, his cheeks turning a light pink, no matter how much love you showered him with he would never get used to the way you made his heart want to rip itself out of his chest. And…oh sevens, were you staring at his lips? Just what was going on in that mind of yours? Did…did you just ask to kiss him?! Hair burning pink and hiding his face in your neck, he felt like his brain was melting. He’s dreamt of kissing you, how soft your lips may be, the flavor of your chapstick…but actually doing it?! Was your intimacy meter high enough? His charm stats are rock bottom, would he even kiss you right? Wait! H-he didn’t say no! Please kiss him… Oh, that’s a lot better than when he practiced kissing his body pillow. Great, you’ve got him hooked all over again.
“C-could we do that…again…I-I n-need to grind to get my charm s-stats up.”
❥ Malleus Draconia
For Vil you were the simp, well now the turns have tabled. Malleus is straight up courting you, letting you progress the relationship as you’d like. You’re only comfortable with holding hands? That’s alright, he is more than happy to oblige your requests. You enjoy being hugged? Be prepared for dragon hugs, you can’t escape. He would never push you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. Honestly, he was expecting your first kiss to be at the altar of your wedding…yeah he’s a bit of a traditionalist. So don’t expect him to make the first move, he’s content with any and all affection you're willing to give. And poor you, you constantly found yourself with cute aggression when you’re with your boyfriend. He was just so cute! You wanted to squish his cheeks and squeeze him as tightly as possible (he wouldn’t mind, it's not like you could hurt him). You found yourself once again with a wave of cute aggression as Malleus pouted at the phone he currently held. You were teaching him how to use it and it was a bit harder than you realized. I mean even your mom got the concepts quicker than him…but you suppose your mom wasn’t a century year old fae. The feeling became so strong you couldn’t stop yourself from smushing his cheeks, causing his bright green eyes to stare at you in surprise that quickly turned into fondness. Letting your instincts fully take over, you brought his face closer, pressing your lips together. You had tried to pull away, but Malleus followed you, taking over and kissing you possessively. He wasn’t letting you go anytime soon.
“I apologize, child of man. I can’t seem to hold myself back when it comes to you.”
summary: you had your struggles with understanding social cues, which the overblot boys challenge further as a sudden revelation brings to light their adoration of you.
pairings: overblots x gn! reader
cw: none that I can think of?
note: so this is based off of how I suck at reading social cues sometimes and I thought it would be cute to see how that would work with emotionally constipated characters 💀
wc: 4.5k (~600 words per character)
Master List
❥ Riddle Rosehearts
This was a nightmare for any Heartslabyul student. You, who had trouble with social cues, taking jokes too seriously and sarcasm sometimes flying over your head, vs Riddle Rosehearts who was in vehement denial of his feelings for you. It was like watching a terrible rom com for everyone around you two. When Riddle blushed around you, you chalked it up to him being nervous (he was trying to better himself, so being nervous about taking new actions only made sense). When Riddle felt his heart pounding whenever you were around, he swept it as nerves being around a friend without feeling the need to control everything. In fact, you both were so bad, everyone gave up on their initial bet, as they started to believe neither of you would catch on. It wasn’t until nudges from your friends finally opened your eyes to the others behavior.
“Riddle always goes easy on you, it’s not fair,” Ace would whine, falling backwards on your couch.
“No he doesn’t?” You frown, crossing your arms as you recalled the many lectures you have received from the red headed housewarden.
“When was the last time he beheaded you?” Deuce asked, genuinely curious.
“I’m magicless,” You raise an eyebrow. “It would have no effect, so does it really matter?”
“But it’s uncomfortable,” Ace points out, jabbing a finger at your chest as the duo try to break through your inability to connect to seemingly simple dots. “You think he’d still gain some satisfaction from that.”
You open your mouth to further plead your case, but you find yourself pausing, internally agreeing with Ace (not that you’d tell him that). The last time you had been beheaded was around the overblot, and since then it was just scoldings and lectures.
“And when your tie is crooked, he fixes it for you,” Deuce chimes in.
“And when your hair is messy, he smooths it out,” Ace tags along.
A dawning look of realization flashes across your face, and the duo eat it up. Finally, FINALLY you seem to notice that it does seem a bit unusual, that he’s not being his usual intense self, nor does he dote on anyone else like that.
A similar situation goes on with Riddle, Trey and Cater pointing out Riddle’s affection for you, but in more subtle ways.
“You really care for them,” Trey hums, mindlessly finishing his homework.
Riddle pauses his talk of how his day was, unknowingly rambling about you, and how you shaped it. His face flushes, but he does not reprimand his friend (progress), instead he contemplates the meaning.
“Haha, totes,” Cater agrees, focusing more on his phone than the homework on his table. “It’s cute how you both are so oblivious to each other.”
Riddle feels his blood pressure rising, and he’s unsure if it’s because they are talking to him so casually about his feelings that he totally doesn’t have, or if it’s because he’s flustered at how they nailed it right on the head.
“Don’t be presumptuous,” Riddle huffs, double checking his homework to make sure it’s all accounted for and correct. “We are good friends, nothing more and nothing less.”
“You double check their bag to make sure they have all their supplies accounted for,” Trey mumbles mindlessly.
“And you don’t hesitate to give them something if they need it,” Cater points out.
Riddle’s face was bright as a tomato as he clears his throats and excuses himself to his room.
While everyone thinks they finally won, that the torment would finally end, and you both will realize each other's feelings and mushy happiness ensues…it only got worse. Every interaction becomes a guessing game of what the other’s intentions are while trying to balance your own emotions, and the Heartslabyul students continue to suffer.
❥ Leona Kingscholar
Oh boy, if Riddle and you are a nightmare for everyone around you, then Leona is your own personal nightmare. Every insult you took to heart, every swipe of his tail left you feeling like you did something wrong, and it got to the point that you tried to avoid the lion beastman altogether. You couldn’t annoy him if you weren’t around, right? Wrong. In fact, Ruggie had seeked you out because the prince was in a foul mood, and Ruggie swore it was due to your absence. You really couldn’t wrap your head around the hyena’s logic, as Leona had been nothing but indifferent, if not displeased when you were around.
“He’s always like that,” Ruggie waved you off, dragging you to the botanical gardens where the prince laid. You swore he was lying though, as Leona’s tail swished, ear twitching as you approached, and you felt way too overwhelmed. There was no way he wanted you nearby, you just couldn’t wrap your head around how he possibly likes your presence in any way possible. ‘He’s bad at showing affection’ Your inner Ruggie chimed, but you stood tensely anyways, unsure if you should stay or leave.
“What are you doing?” Leona grumbled, one green eye opening lazily. You felt his stare penetrate into your soul, you swore he was glaring you down for intruding in his space.
“S-sorry,” You nervously mumble, hand fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves. “Ruggie dragged me in here saying you wanted…company? But clearly he was wrong, sorry again.” You decided to try and bolt, hoping the apology would satisfy the lion enough to distract him from your escape, only for a hand to grab your ankle.
Your heart beat erratically in your chest, head spinning as adrenaline fills your veins. You felt like you had just stepped into a horror movie called social anxiety and terrible life decisions (though being transported to some weird world was not your decision). Leona’s claws briefly imprinted on your skin as he dragged you closer, nearly causing you to fall.
“Shut up,” He tsked, hand not letting you go (like he knew you were two seconds away from running for dear life). “C’mere, ‘m tired and I don’t wanna deal with this right now.”
You blinked, unsure where exactly he wanted you to go, body tense with stress and uncertainty, head swiveling, like you’d surely find an escape somewhere. Instead of escape, perhaps hiding in your dorm room for the rest of the day to try and recuperate from this intense and scary experience, Leona seemed to have enough of your ‘obliviousness’, reached up, grabbed your shirt, and quite literally drag your standing frame to fall onto his which was laying on the ground. You nearly screamed as you careened towards his chest, your breath nearly leaving your lungs as the lion cushioned your fall, arms wrapping around your back as he closed his eyes.
You did not relax, if anything, your body turned into stone, holding your breath as you wondered who you pissed off in your past life to deal with this. You must’ve killed someone quite important.
“Relax,” Leona sighed, his warm breath caressing your ear. “‘M not gonna bite…unless you want me to.” You did not relax for several more minutes, not until his breathing evened out and you were sure he was unconscious. You laid there, bones feeling like jelly as the adrenaline wore off, mind reeling with what the hell was currently happening.
Leona’s mixed signals were quite literally your worst enemy in a world of magic, constant overblots, and a neglectful headmaster. You were never sure if the lion hated your guts, or if he secretly liked you? Leona hated how you couldn’t decipher his near impossible signs, wishing you could read his mind, not wanting to ruin his ‘image’ in front of his dorm members. The only one having any hoot or holler would be Ruggie as you both awkwardly navigated around the other. Ironically, you both did fill the role of predator and prey perfectly.
❥ Azul Ashengrotto
Ohhhhhhh boy. Azul absolutely has a hate love relationship with your inability to pick up on certain social cues. Some moments, you could read the room well, tell when someone was upset, or sad, or even so happy they were crying, other moments he wanted to slam his head against the wall as you took all his words to heart, even if he was trying to flirt or make a stupid joke. The twins made the situation ten times worse as they liked to mess with you.
“Azul mentioned that he’s quite tired today,” Jade would hum innocently, fixing you a drink at the bar.
“Oh, did something happen?” You would ask, falling straight for the bait Jade laid out perfectly.
“You could say so,” Jade’s grin widened, mischief and amusement swirling in his gaze. “Said you kept him up all night.”
Your brows furrow, unsure what the eel meant. You hadn’t texted (especially not called) anyone last night, too exhausted with all the socializing you had been doing and had some unwind time. So you’re not sure what you had done to keep the merman up the previous night.
“Did I do something?” You asked, genuinely concerned if you had made a mistake. Perhaps you had done something offensive in their culture? Or insulted him unknowingly? (You weren’t proud to admit that you had done that before).
Instead of being helpful, kind, or friendly (things Jade were not known for), he merely shrugged, pushing you a drink and moving on to the next customer, an extra shine of glee in his eyes at your misery.
Floyd wasn’t much better.
“Can you both just get together already?” Floyd whined, slumping in his seat across from you as you tried to focus on homework. Of course he ruined that.
“What?” You questioned, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“You and Azul, duh,” He rolled his eyes like it was the most obvious thing. You merely blinked, trying to connect whatever dots that Floyd just created.
“Why would we be together?” You ask, dropping your pencil, completely forgetting the frustrating work that was assigned (it’s not like you had the context to answer it anyways). “You mean like dating?”
“DUH,” He groaned, like this was physically paining him. “What else? You both clearly like each other, just kiss and get over it already.” It felt like your face was on fire as you tried to process whatever the hell he was spewing.
It honestly left you confused. You thought Azul was just being nice, a friend trying to make up for his transgressions against you and your friends (and sometimes you questioned his intentions as he had conned you before). Sure, sometimes he would say something that would fluster you, a compliment here, a light touch to your shoulder there (even you knew that was out of character for the reserved business man), but the twins had opened your mind to a whole other venture you hadn’t even thought about.
Azul noticed a change, not obvious, but you seemed to finally be taking in his advances. Your eyes would widen, like the dots were finally appearing in your head, sometimes it even seemed like you were looking at him in a new light altogether (cus you kind of were…). His fond frustration melted into excitement. Finally, what felt like stagnation started to gain traction, and it even emboldened him to up his moves, to make sure you couldn’t question his intentions. After all, if you struggled understanding what his gestures meant, then that meant he had to make sure that his intentions were obvious (maybe just communicate your feelings properly…).
❥ Jamil Viper
Hahaha…so Jamil is kind of the embodiment of subtle care, especially when he refuses to acknowledge his own feelings. At first it’s in ways you don’t notice. How his eyes trail after you, making sure you’re okay. The way he eyes your meals, always cataloging how unhealthy they are, noting how you shiver during a chilly day only in a short sleeve shirt, or how you always seem exhausted even if you got a full night's sleep (which can be rare with the aduo around).
Jamil tries to shove these mental notes to the side. It’s not like he has the time to take care of anyone else with Kalim running around, you are your own person after all. Yet he strangely found himself with an extra portion of the lunch he prepared, shoving it towards you without thought (too much thought actually), or how he shrugs of his sweater (his safe space really), and tosses it towards you as the chill seeps into him instead, or how he picks up any slack, talking to your friends when you couldn’t keep up, or walking you to your dorm early as he makes up excuses to get you in the comfort of your own place.
At first you didn’t notice, thinking he was being kind, or perhaps even feeling forced to because Kalim asked him to, but that changed when he excused you from Kalim’s party. The people surrounding you had you feeling like a zombie as you tried to hide in a corner, eating some snacks as you held a drink, hoping the walls would encapsulate you. Kalim had begged you to come, which was why you were there, but it ended up just like you expected. Jamil noticed, as he always does, and offered to walk you back to your dorm, a routine you started to expect. Of course, Kalim had blocked your escape, a pout with big watery eyes tugging on your heartstrings. Before you could give in, zone out for another hour and ponder why you hate yourself, Jamil cut in.
“The prefect is tired,” Jamil points out, and you wonder if it’s that obvious.
After this moment, you began to notice the subtleties. Perhaps not all at once, but even you couldn’t deny how Jamil didn’t treat anyone else the way he treated you. You weren’t sure if it was anything beyond friendly, but you noticed that he seemed to care for you in a way that he didn’t for anyone else, and it was something you cherished. In fact, you both fell into a weirdly domestic relationship that never dared to press against the walls of friendship…that was until Jamil himself slipped up (something he never does, mind you…he is quite whipped).
“You’re way too kind to me,” You couldn’t help but grumble as you accepted the week's worth of breakfast and dinners Jamil had prepared for you (you were quite bad at making those).
“It’s nothing,” The vice-housewarden waved off, a faint blush coating his tan cheeks.
“Seriously,” You don’t drop it, too moved by his kindness towards you. “No one has ever done anything like this for me before, you always make sure to make meals with textures I like, altering things to avoid foods I don’t like, and not to mention how you portion them to my exact liking! I feel like I don’t do enough to make up for all the work you put into me.”
Jamil’s brows furrowed, both bashful at your acknowledgement of his work, while also upset at your self admonishment.
“You don’t have to do anything,” Jamil shakes his head. “I do it because I want to. Trust me, I’d go crazy if I didn’t do this, who knows what you’d be eating otherwise.”
Your heart stuttered at his admission, the revelation of how deep his care ran for you striking you somewhere soft and gooey. It was only then when the question of whether Jamil liked you romantically dared to breach your brain.
❥ Vil Schoenheit
Vil wasn’t one to coddle anyone, not that you needed coddling, but this meant that his standoffish attitude would not be diluted. Vil isn’t nearly as bad as Leona, but his actions still managed to confuse you. You thought he wanted nothing to do with you, a notion you could understand. You could be reserved most times, quiet, almost like a shadow. The complete opposite of glitz and glam that was Vil Schoenheit…yet that seems to pull him in all the more. He would critique your uniform, comment on how it was too big in some place, yet somehow too small in others. In fact, you thought he was lowkey bullying you at first, always picking you apart, making you feel small and unwanted…only to piece you back together.
He’d personally tailor your uniform, grumbling about how ‘you can’t trust anyone to do things right these days’. He’d fix your hairstyle, explaining how the few trims, or complete makeover fits your face better, how the framing of a few pieces can make or break your beauty. Beneath the harshness, you learned to decipher that this was his way of caring (even if it could be quite shitty sometimes). And to say Vil didn’t notice how his comments hit you would be an insult to his social training. Of course he noticed the way you seemed to shut down after a particularly harsh comment from him, which made him shift tactics.
Instead of scolding you, or pointing out something he deemed atrocious, he merely fixed it instead, and you let him. You didn’t have time to get dressed properly? It’s fine, he’s fixing the wrinkles and crookedness for you. You didn’t style your hair properly? There’s a few minutes to spare before class, he’s dragging you to the nearest mirror as he styles it himself. You didn’t pack a proper lunch? Don’t worry, prefect, he happened to bring extra.
At first you’re not sure how to take in the change. You feel like it’s some elaborate prank show, the cameras hiding in the corners (there aren’t any, but Rook sure is). Yet the longer this behavior goes on, you learn to accept it, and you even like it (which you find oddly strange yourself). You hadn’t been cared for like this before, and especially not in this world, so you found yourself eating up the affection.
“The love that blooms between Roi du Poison and Trickster is magnifique!” Rook bellows, hand clutched over his heart as he dramatically swoons.
You had grown used to his exclamations of passion and love, so you simply deadpan at the hunter.
“What are you even talking about?” You question, face scrunching at his claims.
It was quite comical actually, as Vil was currently applying a brand new lotion he had helped create himself to your arms, and you had the audacity to be confused (I would be too though so I can’t rag on the reader too much).
“Ignore him,” Vil mumbles, focused intensely on how your skin was much softer with his care and how he was going to keep it that way. “He likes to spout nonsense all the time.”
“But is it nonsense when the Queen deems the Trickster important enough to care for himself?” Rook asks, head tilting as his grin widens. “I have not seen you spoil anyone so, Roi du Poison.”
Vil’s face flattens, his usual humoring of Rook evaporating quickly (he didn’t want to be ratted out like this). Yet it was too late, as your mouth opened in recognition of Rook’s words. He had a point, you had seen Epel get scolded mercilessly and then forced into punishment many times by Vil, yet if you do something similar, you get a light slap on the wrist before he drags you along, your punishment usually pertaining him taking care of you in one way or another. You weren’t sure why it didn’t click before, but now you couldn’t help but second guess all of Vil’s intentions, and what that means for your future.
❥ Idia Shroud
Idia was…hard to get to know. You tried being friendly, yet he would shut you out. You tried to invite him out, but he would deflect. You tried parallel play, yet you couldn’t help but notice how he glanced at you like you were a starved tiger and he was the closest meal available. Bummed that you weren’t getting anywhere, you also didn’t want to make the blue-flammed hair man uncomfortable, which meant leaving him alone. It saddened you, but you knew you couldn’t make friends with everyone.
Little did you know, you had it completely backwards. Idia was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You were similar to him in a way, which made him rethink his entire life. You tended to be quiet, speaking when you were spoken to and falling into the shadows, yet you weren’t like him at all. You had friends, you smiled and talked freely about topics you were passionate about, and even stood up when needed.
Yet, worst of all…you were terrible at some social cues. He even found it amusing at times, cackling when you took a joke at face value or when you looked confused when someone said something sarcastically, only to get it a few seconds too late. You didn’t know this, of course. He rarely left his room, and he found himself stalking Grim more often than he could count, which meant you were there too.
If it were up to him, you would never know, and things would stay exactly as they were. Him in his room alone and you none the wiser to his stalking, yearning, observations. Of course, his dear little brother would never leave it at that, taking in his brother’s infatuation, liking towards you. Which leads to a various amount of goofy, yet terrifying situations. Such as Ortho inviting you to his room without him knowing, and making the most unsevenly sound ever when he got jumpscared by you. Or how he almost bolted the second he saw you at the board game’s club, only for Ortho to block his exit (he nearly jumped out the window at your smile).
And gosh, he couldn’t get over how oblivious you could be sometimes, your comments making him feel like a warm, gooey mess, and you were completely unaffected! It really wasn’t fair. You made it look so easy, and he wishes he could complement you as easily (little did he know, you struggled with it as well, you were just better at hiding it).
“You have really cool hair,” You compliment, eyes wide with wonder.
Idia could only stare, hair tinting pink along with his pale cheeks as he internally shut down.
“Sorry, was that weird?” You ask as Idia continues to stare at you with the blankest eyes known to man, causing you to second guess yourself. Was that weird of you to say? Perhaps you weren’t supposed to mention his hair at all? Did you make him self conscious?
“N-not at all,” Was all he could stutter, eyes averting to anything but you.
It wasn’t until Idia started to text you that you realized you had things backwards. Sure, in person you both were awkward and unsure, perpetually questioning all your actions, while online things flowed more smoothly. Sure, you would take a few minutes, up to a few hours to respond, but Idia was busy with his games anyways, so he didn’t mind (sometimes he did, but he would do the same thing so he understood). He also talked more freely, rambling about his passions and eager for your approval. It wasn’t till one fatal text, that you realized he may have liked you more than just a friend.
Ugh, you can’t be srs
Ur lit too cute for this world
He deleted it as quickly as he sent it, but it was too late. You were already spiraling.
❥ Malleus Draconia
Ha. Hahahahaha. So, take the ‘you don’t know you’re betrothed’ trope, and multiply it by 10. Jk…kinda. So in reality, you both are kind of bad at social cues. It’s mutual. You both are quite slow to unravel any feelings. In fact, you both bond at how similar your social experiences are. Both used to people tuning out your passionate rants about the topics you loved, so you learned to keep it to yourself (until you met each other). Or how you both can be awkward in social situations, unsure what to say at certain moments and look towards the other for reassurance.
In fact, this was what caused Malleus to cherish you so. Not only were you patient and understanding, but you understood, to a certain degree. It caused the dragon to latch onto you, wishing to show you his gratitude for your friendship. You were in a similar boat. If you were exhausted from existing in the world, you knew Malleus would bring you somewhere quiet, somewhere no one could reach you if you did not wish. He would do things for you that you weren’t used to, and cared for you in ways that warmed you. After feeling alienated, Malleus was a person who showed you you weren’t alone.
Due to it being a relationship you both feared to lose, neither of you thought of anything more. Why should you question something that worked so well? Something that neither of you had to think twice about? Something that came as easily as breathing?
“Another gift?” Lilia chimes, hanging in front of Malleus upside down, amused grin tugging on his lips.
“They mentioned wanting this,” Malleus replies, like the thought of you wanting something was irrevocably wrong, and he himself will fix it.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re courting them,” The bat fae hummed, eyes crinkling with joy. Malleus blinked, brain working overtime, because Lilia had a point. Malleus’ love for you was as deep as a never ending void, he would do anything in his power to make you happy, and all he wanted in return was your smile aimed towards him (though he also finds your bashfulness adorable).
It was then that Malleus went from friendship mode, to courting mode. You, on the other hand, were completely unaware. I mean why should you have thought differently? He treated you no differently than before, it was only his intentions that switched. Of course, this only amused Lilia all the more, after all, who doesn’t love to watch young love bloom? (Sebek)
“At this rate, you’re gonna become fae royalty,” Ace grumbles, eyeing yet another gift that appeared in your dorm.
“How in the world would I do that?” You asked, genuinely confused. Malleus was one of your closest friends, sure, but in order to become royalty that would mean marrying him, and you doubt the dragon fae saw you in such a light.
“You’re basically drowning in jewels!” Ace exclaims, pointing out the jewelry that adorned you. Your face flushes at the implication, and the creeping dread of the possibility of Ace having a point.
“Mal said he had extra…” Even your defence sounds pathetic.
“You even have nicknames for each other,” Deuce points out.
“I have nicknames for you too,” You glare. “Dumb and dumber.”
Your deflection does nothing as the two continue to tease you relentlessly for how unaware you were about something so ‘obvious’ (it really wasn’t but okay). The next time Malleus treats you to something, whether it be a fancy dish catered to your liking, an outing you mentioned you wanted to do, or another ‘small’ gift he just stumbled upon, you can’t help but notice the hearts in his eyes as he awaits your reaction, and it’s only then do you realize you’re doomed.
summary: you can't help but be overwhelmed with your love for your boyfriend, and can't help but take it out in your own strange way.
aka; you get cuteness aggression and take it out on your boyfriend.
pairings: housewardens & minajael tealrajah x gn! reader
cw: pure fluff
note: this was kinda difficult for me to write because all my motivation evaporated within one night, but I want to get back into writing more! Hopefully once my job starts up full force I still will have energy to write more (probs not).
wc: 2.9k (~350 per character)
Master List
❥ Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle Rosehearts was adorable. It was just a fact to you. He was small, with impeccable fashion and just the cutest face known to mankind. Have you seen his pout? Gosh you just wanted to squish his cheeks every time. This thought couldn’t help but bounce around in your head, like a rabid animal trying to break free of its cage.
You can only keep an animal caged for so long.
It manages to break free one evening, the two of you are on a stroll through the rose gardens. You can’t stop looking at the ruby haired housewarden, the way the sun frames his face, his gray-blue eyes alight with passion as he speaks of his time during the equestrian club, his pink lips forming around each syllable, and slowly you find yourself zoning out. The intense need to shower him with affection buzzes throughout your being, until it overwhelms you to the point of it almost being painful.
You wrap your arms around his small frame, halting your walk as you squeeze him as tight as you can, swinging him lightly as you try to get all your pent up energy out. Riddle is flabbergasted, absolutely spluttering incoherent words as his mind tries to comprehend how fast his world just shifted. A second ago he was trying to ignore your subtle glances towards him, now he’s wrapped in your vice-like embrace.
“Wh-what are you doing?!” Riddle stutters, face a bright red, nearly matching the color of his hair.
“You’re just so cute!” You groan, squeezing him a little tighter to emphasize your words. “I can’t hold it in anymore, ‘m sorry.”
Riddle tries to regain his composure (a difficult task as you nuzzle into him), speaking softly, “Don’t apologize. I do not mind your shows of affection. Though I do request you keep these moments for us alone.”
“Okay,” You agree, grin bright as you get even more giddy at the prospect of being able to do this again, and again, and again. So excited, that you bite his cheek softly before pulling away.
“What in the world was that for?!” Riddle’s voice cracked, any composure long gone once again.
❥ Leona Kingscholar
While Leona was intimidating, and can be quite scary at times, you couldn’t help but remember that at the end of the day…he was still a lion. You loved to watch the way his ears twitched, or how his tail swayed, or how his canines (which were sharper than a human's) poked out when he smiled smugly. It just made you want to squish him into utter oblivion. Who allowed him to be so cute!
While Leona wasn’t a huge fan of being overly affectionate in public, he indulged your overly affectionate habits behind closed doors. Which is where you were right now, laying beside the lion beastman as he dozed the day away. Once again, that clawing affection rose up within you, the incessant need to claw and squeeze him until the energy building up in you finally goes away.
You tried to hold back, as Leona didn’t like anyone waking him up…yet, his nose twitching cutely was the death of your restraint. You lunged at him, wrapping around one of his beefy arms and squeezing around him like you were a boa constrictor. Yet it wasn’t enough, it never was. So you lay yourself completely on top of him, hugging his head to your chest, smothering him (quite literally) with your love.
“What are you doing, herbivore?” Leona’s sleepy voice asks, muffled. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Yes,” You state flatly, squeezing his head to your chest a little tighter before giving him room to breathe. Slitted green eyes meet yours, and you feel your heart melt as his pupils dilate as they meet your own.
“I question why I allow you anywhere near me with your homicidal affection,” The lion mumbles, closing his eyes once more as he relaxes further into your embrace.
“Because you love it,” You hum, leaving a splatter of soft kisses across his face.
“I love you,” He corrects, tugging you closer (somehow). Of course, Leona cannot let you have the last laugh, turning his face and giving your cheek a light chomp, his smug self dozing off once more.
❥ Azul Ashengrotto
Azul was such a gentleman, and it drove you absolutely nuts. The quiet ways he cared for you, the way he was always close to your side (and if he wasn’t, then it was the twins), the way he always gave you discounts (it wasn’t even discounts at this point, he just fed you for free). Ugh, and the cute blush he gets every time you thank him, it makes you want to eat him up! Oh and how he was so shy, yet clearly ate up all your affection made everything ten times worse.
“You. Are. So. Cute!” You punctuate each word as you squish Azul’s cheeks. He allows you to do so, ears a bright red as he takes in your strange form of affection. It was a needed break from creating fine prints on his contracts.
“Th-thank you, my pearl,” Azul stuttered, voice muffled as you continued to pinch and squish his cheeks.
He would have been offended by this not too long ago, before you both were together. It reminded him of his mother, who would always pinch his cheeks when he was little, reminding him of times where he was bullied for his weight, for his merform. Yet once his heart opened up to you, and your bond grew, he couldn’t help but be reassured by your bouts of love. It reminded him that he didn’t need to work for your affection, and that you truly did love him for who he was, and not just what he could offer.
Unfortunately for him, the squishing was not enough for you. From your spot on top of his desk, you lean in, causing the mer’s eyes to widen at your proximity. His form utterly stills, acting like this was the first time you’ve done this (it was far from that), only for you to bite his cheek.
“Darling!” Azul gasps, heart fluttering violently at your actions.
“I’m hungry for takoyaki,” You joke, nipping at his reddened cheek once more before finally pulling yourself back.
Azul’s brain officially shuts down, jaw dropped. Give him some time to try (and fail) to regain his composure.
❥ Kalim Al Asim
This sweet boy. The question is when aren’t you feeling cuteness aggression towards him? Kalim tackles you in a giant hug? You’re squeezing the living daylights out of him right back. He kisses your cheek? You kiss him all over his face. You’re both a gross mess of affection and glee, it lowkey disturbs everyone around the two of you. But neither of you could care less when you both love each other so so so so much it physically hurts to keep it inside.
“Kalim!” You practically squeal with laughter as the housewarden peppers the entire side of your face with kisses. You do your best to pull away from your overly affectionate boyfriend, who then lands ticklish kisses to the side of your neck, giggling along with your laughter. You try to push him away, face aflame as you glance at the few people who pass you in the courtyard. You fail that mission quickly as Kalim pouts towards you, which instantly bleeds into a beaming grin (he can’t pretend that he isn’t the happiest guy ever with you).
“I can’t help that I love you so much,” Kalim says without a hint of shame nor hesitation, which makes your insides turn from a gooey mess, to a violent buzzing storm.
With no rational thought, you tackle the sunny boy down onto the bench, no longer caring of the stares of others. Kalim is a willing victim, having been on the end of your cuteness aggression many times. You both squeeze each other as tight as possible, and the fact that he is copying your actions makes you feel even more aggressive.
“I love you so much too,” You reply, head buried in the crook of his neck. With skin pressed to skin, you can’t resist the urge to bite, which leads you to chomping his neck in a quick and light bite.
“Hey!” Kalim giggles, not even trying to wiggle away from you, leading you to bite his shoulder, then cheek to finish off your attack.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” You lamely apologize (you both know you’re not sorry, and that it will happen again). “You’re just too cute.”
“It’s okay,” Kalim easily bats off your apology, arms looped around your waist as you still lay on top of him on the uncomfortable bench. “You should do it again!”
You both fed into each other's affection crazes.
❥ Vil Schoenheit
It was an awful, bubbling pit that you had to keep to yourself. Every time you saw Vil’s newest photo shoot, or watched the newest movie he was in, that crazy urge to chomp his arm off festered inside you. Could anyone blame you? Vil was beautiful, skilled, amazing, gorgeous, and so, so sweet in his own (slightly backhanded) way. You weren’t the only one with those feelings, but you were by far the luckiest, as you can call him your boyfriend.
Ugh, and the fact that Vil has let you on set for his photo shoots? It’s torture in it’s own form, one you willingly put yourself through every time. You do your best to act like a normal human being as Vil poses, switches outfits, makeup changes, then poses again. You pretend like your brain isn’t barking like a feral dog as you bring him his water bottle, reassuring him he looks perfect when he asks for your opinion. You hate the knowing look in Vil’s amethyst eyes as you scuttle away.
It isn’t till later when you’re both safe in his room, tucked under the blanket of night when all your pent up energy releases.
“You’re too pretty to be kept alive,” You grumble, squeezing Vil with all the strength you could muster. Vil could only let out an amused sigh, allowing you to exhibit your cute tendencies. As much as you wanted to take a bite out of your too gorgeous boyfriend, you had begrudgingly agreed to not leave any marks (or do anything that could lead to marks), so you settled on wrapping yourself like a koala around Vil and trying to merge you both.
Vil absentmindedly runs a hand through your hair, frustratingly unaffected by your attack. So, you use the last tool in your arsenal, and press your lips to his feverishly. Of course Vil reciprocates, and you can’t help but wonder what he sees in you, but that thought quickly dissipates as he easily leads you into a more coherent kiss, taming your rampage into something more gentle until finally the energy in your system is gone.
“What am I going to do with you,” Vil mumbles fondly, tucking you close into his side (you’re already pressed against him, but it’s a sweet gesture nonetheless). He’ll never admit that your cuteness aggression for him does something he’s not too proud of.
❥ Idia Shroud
Idia is too beautiful to be a recluse shut in. You cannot comprehend how your boyfriend thinks he’s ugly. From his flaming blue hair, bright yellow eyes, and that cute shy smile he gets around you. Ugh, just the thought makes you want to squeeze his head till it pops…in an affectionate sense. Idia finds the notion insane. He can barely comprehend the fact that he has a partner, let alone that you love him so much it makes you go crazy. He would just be existing and you would spring at him like a rabid raccoon. Who even does that?? It’s not like he’s a romance protag, yet you make him feel like one.
You do your best to not jump him when he’s gaming. You know how seriously he takes it, and you don’t want to make him upset if he fails in getting an ssr, or a rare item. So you sit (im)patiently on his bed, pretending to scroll on your phone when you’re secretly eyeing up your pretty boy. He’s completely lost in his game, a giant, maniacal grin spread across his lips as he mashes the button of his controller. He looks so happy it makes your stomach flip.
You really, really tried to be patient, sitting there for a few hours, yet when Idia gets into a game, he can play it for days without a break. So you give in to your desires, slithering your way towards his seated form, stealthy coming up behind him. Your stomach twists in knots at the anticipation of finally smothering your boyfriend in the affection he deserves. You pounce, nearly jumping into his lap as he lets out a high pitched scream. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction as you wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing his form into your own.
“Wh-what are you doing?!” Idia exclaims, voice cracking on a few syllables.
“Loving you,” You grumble, peppering kisses into his neck as you nuzzle into his side. You feel the heat of Idia’s hair as it flares, his attention solely on you as you shower him with kisses and hugs.
The ‘game over’ screen is long forgotten as Idia basks in you and the love that consumes you both.
❥ Malleus Draconia
Malleus is overjoyed by your bouts of cuteness aggression. In fact, he anticipates it, wishing to have you shower him with the affection he oh so longs for. He cannot judge you though, as he feels the same, he is just unsure how to showcase his own affection. Ugh, but he is just a total cutie. You love when he pouts at his phone, asking you for help, or when he speaks passionately about gargoyles, or when he looks towards you to see how you react. All your adoration and love just want to explode like a volcano! Malleus just smiles and it makes you want to kiss him all over his pretty face.
“You’re so gorgeous,” You complain, squishing his cheeks beneath your palms. “Who let you be so pretty? It should be a crime.”
Malleus’ grin speaks wonders as he sits perfectly still, eating up your attention and affection. He says nothing, eyes squished as you paw at his cheeks like its playdough.
“You’re too dangerous to be left alive,” You declare, pausing your movements. Malleus tilts his head, curious about what you’re going to do next, and your cuteness aggression flares even more at the adorable gesture.
You don’t think as you lean in and lightly ‘bite’ (more like place your mouth around) his horn, the two of you stock still as the action clicks in your heads. Your stomach drops, you definitely went too far, and you pull back, apologies ready to fly off your tongue, but strong arms halt your movement. Your breath is still as you notice the bright red blush that coats the dragon fae’s cheeks and ears, his pupils widely dilated as he stares at you. Your heart skips a beat as he pulls you closer.
“You are quite brave, child of man,” His voice reverberates between you both, but his tone is filled with nothing but warmth and something a bit darker. “You are lucky that I enjoy all your strange forms of affection.”
With that, he leans in and bites your cheek (something you have done to him countless times), reciprocating your strange show of love.
❥ Minajael Tealrajah
Minajael cannot get enough of your seemingly random attacks of affection towards him, no one had dared to get close to him, let alone bite him (except for his adorable pet tiger). It invigorated him, made him feel strangely normal. You didn’t treat him like some porcelain prince like his father did, nor did you treat him like untouchable royalty like others, and biggest of all, you didn’t try to suck up to him because of his title. Your uncontrollable affection for him proved just that.
You had borrowed the magic carpet from Kalim, taking Minajael for a ride across Sage’s Island. It was beautiful, the moon a waning crescent above, the sky nearly clear, if not a few fluffy clouds dotting the horizon. Yet you couldn’t take your eyes off of the prince across from you. Your heart melted at the way his warm, brown eyes took in the scenery, his face shining with wondrous awe. The nail in the coffin was when his gaze finally landed on you, eyes brimming with love and joy and it makes you want to explode.
You gently hold his face, squishing his cheeks lightly before attacking his face in kisses. Minajael chuckles softly, practically melting in your embrace, his own heart beating erratically. Yet kisses aren’t enough to get rid of the vibrating energy that is buzzing beneath your skin. So you squish his cheeks together, pressing a final kiss to his smushed lips before tackling him (gently, you don’t want to fall off the carpet).
“You are so strange,” Minajael breaths out, enjoying the way you try to squeeze it out of him. “I love it.”
“You say that like you aren’t strange too,” You reply seamlessly, relaxing your hold as Minajael wraps his arms around you.
That familiar smug smirk tugs on his lips, nuzzling your nose with his own.
“You’re right,” He agrees, his sweet affection turning sharp as he bites the tip of your nose in retaliation. “We’re a perfect match.”
It was safe to say that you both match each other’s freak.
Prompt: 'You May Now Kiss The Fae' -- Epilogue to the 'Proposal' Series over on my Main Masterlist. Ft. Malleus Draconia and Lilia Vanrouge
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Your wedding to Malleus becomes a national holiday in Briar Valley before the invitations are even finished being sent out. Citizens decorate entire villages in black silk ribbons, glowing lantern lilies, and silver dragon insignias for the week-long celebration. Every noble family in the valley treats the event as though history itself is being written.
The royal council attempts to completely overtake the planning process almost immediately. They present ancient traditions, mandatory ceremonies, guest lists spanning hundreds of years worth of allies — but Malleus refuses to leave the wedding solely in their hands.
Because this is not merely a diplomatic event to him.
It is your wedding.
And if there is one thing Malleus Draconia has desired selfishly in his long life, it is you. He cares very little for the details. Only that it is the wedding of your dreams and closes with your soul bound to his.
He attends all planning meetings personally despite his schedule. He didn’t even do that for his coronation, so imagine how the consultants quake as they present their ideas to you with the king right there (A bit in his own head, only paying attention when you are stuck on a choice). He sits beside you during fabric selections, choosing the floral arrangements, signing invitations and virtually every task that he’d not think twice over if you weren’t there.
Insists on tasting desserts and all menu items. Remember the culinary crucible, dear? Oh, how it takes him back. Except now the head patiessiere nearly pees their trousers when he comments on the cake being a bit dry. Honestly. Do these people think he is a monster?
Across the entire process, he listens carefully to all your comments. The last thing he wants is a choice being swayed because someone devalued your opinion. Nevermind He can be a monster.
“You’ve glanced at the tulips thrice since the floral samples were brought out, and yet you were quick to agree on roses. Speak up, dearest. Otherwise I shall do it for you.”
Since you have no parents for him to formally ask, Malleus quietly seeks out Grim for your hand instead.
Which … becomes one of the single most confusing moments of Grim’s life. It’s not every day that the big honcho fae bends his head to a direbeast.
“Grim,” Malleus says, calm and with careful approach, “I would like your permission to marry your companion.”
Grim squints at him, puffing up. “And what do I get outta it?”
Malleus blinks once. “My gratitude.”
“Ain’t enough. What else ya got?”
The dragon prince smiles, thin and dangerous in the most charming way. “Do not become greedy, little beast.”
Grim immediately straightens, his tail tucked down as his voice wobbles. “...Y-you got it, Your Highness.”
His initial fear does not dampen Grim’s ego. He tries to milk the situation for everything it’s worth and Malleus allows it. While amusing, the matter is taken seriously. Grim is like your child, in a way. He sure demands your attention like one.
“I WANT TUNA. PREMIUM TUNA. NONE OF THAT CHEAP CANNED STUFF.” Grim slaps a list of demands on the tabletop, written in barely legible catscratch.
“You bargain boldly for someone so small.”
“YEAH, WELL YOU WANNA MARRY MY HENCHMAN OR NOT?”
Needless to say that the entire royal guard is horrified to see this beast with fangs bigger than its mouth riding the coat tails of their king. Yet Grim gets everything he wants and pushes the boundary…until he puts in an absurd dowry request and the tap runs dry.
“No, you may not have partial ownership over the royal treasury.”
“Eh, worth a shot. Can ya blame a guy?”
The wedding aesthetic is gothic fae, set in Briar Palace with the reception in the main ballroom.
Endless cathedral arches woven with glowing thorned roses, black candles floating in midair, silver tableware engraved with ancient draconic blessings.
Massive stained glass windows depicting Briar Valley’s royal lineage. Soon your story will earn a place there.
Music played by a live orchestra for guests to dance — haunting violin melodies mixed with deep choral hymns that vibrate through the palace halls. Only the best in the country.
Your attire is custom-made by royal tailors over several months. Every inch is hand embroidered with protective enchantments woven subtly into the fabric by court mages. For this ceremony, you are given his mother’s crown. As this is the day you become queen.
Malleus’s ceremonial robes are breathtakingly regal, made of of black silks with dragon scaled embroidered motifs. A high collar that reaches his throat, silver accents, and atop his head an obsidian crown set with emeralds that frame his horns.
The train of his cloak is so long that attendants have to carry it behind him.
Yet somehow, none of all that adorns him compares to the expression on his face when he sees you.
The ceremony takes place within the palace’s grand cathedral garden at twilight.Briar Valley’s sky glows violet-blue overhead while thousands of floating lanterns illuminate the marble pathways.You are kept separate from Malleus until the ceremony begins due to ancient tradition.
It nearly kills him. Malleus is NOT a patient man once the clock begins to tick with him at the altar.
Lilia thinks it is hysterical. Of course he does. Being the one to give you away, he’s already seen you many times. He does not understand Malleus’ pain.
“You’ve waited decades to fall in love, years for her hand, and now you cannot survive a mere six hours?”
“I am considering abolishing this custom permanently. For now, I need to temper myself. Not another word.”
When the cathedral doors finally open, every conversation dies instantly.
Malleus turns.
He had expected beauty. He had expected to be moved. He had not expected to feel his mind go quiet. You look so radiant that it becomes almost unbearable to be patient. His expression is composed, because it always is — but the possessive warmth in his eyes gives him away instantly.
He is thinking, very simply, that you look like you were always meant to stand beside him.
Ethereal.
Untouchable.
His.
The possessiveness that floods his chest is immediate and almost frightening in intensity. He needs the priest to speak faster. He needs everyone to be quiet so he can hear your steps coming closer. Time has never felt so agonizingly slow.
In his vows, Malleus does not speak lightly when he promises himself to you. Every word feels deliberate, chosen with care, like he is laying down a sacred vow even though he’s making up his speech on the spot.
He promises not just devotion, but presence. Protection. A future that is no longer measured in solitude.
“I have lived long enough to know that many things can be admired from a distance,” he says, eyes never leaving yours.
“You are not one of them. You are the center of my world, the home I return to, the future I choose.”
His gloved thumb brushes your knuckles. “I swear to stand beside you in joy and in ruin, in quiet and in raging storms, for as long as this heart of mine still beats.”
A beat barely passes before his tone lowers, just between you both. “And if it should ever fail, I will still find my way to you, my one and only love.”
When he kisses you, it contains all he’s been stowing away since the day began.
For one impossible second, it is as if the entire kingdom vanishes and there is only you, warm in his arms, and the knowledge that this is real. That you are his husband or wife or spouse in the eyes of the world now, but more than that — you are his in every way that matters.
Then the party begins.
There is no such thing as subtlety here. The palace opens up into a night of music, dancing, feasting, and enchanted lanterns drifting into the air like captured stars. Guests from Briar Valley mingle with the students and friends you brought from Night Raven, and for once Malleus looks utterly content to simply watch you move through the room, smiling at people, laughing, glowing under the attention.
Speaking of dancing - It's a tad intimidating for Malleus to dance with his grandmother during the mother/son portion, but all the more worth it to see you spun around by Lilia. Not only did the elder bat step in as the one to give you away before, but as your guardian.
When it’s time to cut the cake – which, to note, is a towering sight meant to feed hundreds – you do not smash the cake into his face, but you do smear a little icing on his cheek, and the entire room collectively freezes for one horrifying second because ‘human dare’? Surely there are some noblemen that don’t know Malleus well who expect divorce right there. How foolish of them, really.
Malleus only laughs, low and delighted, and calmly eats the icing off his cheek. He doesn’t return the favor, but a few flustering words are exchanged between the couple that guests aren’t privy to.
There is no garter tradition. Absolutely not. Not if he has any say in it. The concept of another man reaching for your leg on your wedding day is not something Malleus is willing to entertain, no matter how ceremonial anyone claims it is. The answer is a very polite, very final no.
At the height of the party, he listens to toasts offered by those closest to you both and lets the evening simmer before offering the closing note in his own words.
When he stands, glass raised and a presence that quiets the crowds, he finds it in himself to indulge in all who’ve gathered beyond your little happy bubble.
“Tonight,” Malleus says, lifting his glass, “I am reminded that even the longest roads may lead somewhere wondrous.”
His gaze turns to you, and everything else fades.
“I thank you all for bearing witness to this day, and I thank fate for bringing me to one who makes eternity feel short.”
A faint smile touches his mouth. “To my beloved — may your every dawn be bright, and may you never doubt that you are cherished beyond measure. To us.”
The following day, you’re together on the route to the Scalding Sands.
It is not just a getaway; it is a return. Memories of walking the streets of Silk City and tinkering with which souvenirs to bring home. How liberating it was. He enjoys the trip there almost as much as the stay itself, because it carries the memory of you both as students — younger, less certain of each other, but already orbiting one another in ways neither of you could fully explain at the time. He wants to recreate that feeling, but now with no distance between you at all.
He arranges a secluded stay where your status can go unrecognized where you can enjoy the novelty, the food, the stars, and the quiet without interruption. There are evening walks, private dinners, and long moments where he simply sits with you, listening to you talk about anything and everything while the desert wind carries you both above the weight of life.
Afterward, you settle in Briar Valley. Now King and Queen. Yet more importantly, now a family. The living quarters no longer feel like a place he inhabits through birthright. Because the truth of it, in his mind? Is that the palace was never home until you arrived.
Your wedding isn’t a spectacle. If anything, it’s an elopement…but a pre-planned elopement? Certainly not a whim. After all, he’d proposed in the past. It’s just that the matter of setting a date never came…until now. No better time than the present, no?
Lilia could make it into a grand spectacle if he wanted to. He has the connections, the charm, and more than enough history to justify anything from a moonlit courtly affair to a hundred-dragon parade. But when it comes to marrying you, he does not see the point in making it bigger than the love itself.
To him, the important part is not the crowd. It is the fact that it is you. So the wedding becomes something small, sweet, and quiet — a decision made with a smile and no unnecessary fuss. Just a gut feeling and enough coin in his back pocket to make something special.
It happens barely a year after you graduate from Night Raven, while Lilia is still getting his teaching license and you’re out finding what role you want in life. No hurry about it, either.
You, Lilia, Grim, and Silver are on what is supposed to be a ‘family’ vacation (sans. two very miffed gentlemen stuck doing their work back home) to the Land of the Red Dragon; and somewhere between sightseeing, trying novelties, and Lilia deciding the moment feels right, the “trip” becomes an impromptu wedding. No warning. No giant announcement. Just a very casual, whimsical decision that leaves everyone else scrambling to catch up (yourself included).
“Ah…all the views in this city would make lovely wedding venue options, don’t you agree? Aha! I’m glad to hear it! Let’s be off then!” Before you can blink twice, he’s snatched you by the wrist and begun prattling on to a shopkeep about purchasing a bouquet of wildflowers.
He is delighted by the prospect. You’re only half-surprised because, honestly,he’s always pulling last-second surprises like this.
The ceremony is put together in less than a day. Somewhere scenic, private, and beautiful in that understated way Lilia loves — maybe beside a quiet shrine, maybe in a garden with trees hanging heavy with blossoms, maybe on a playhouse terrace where the wind moves through fairy lights and the moonlight catches your wedding bands. No priest. No one in attendance, really, other than yourselves. Silver and Grim are off souvenir shopping and will be back just in time for dinner.
It feels simple, but not empty. It's intimate, like the world alone has been given the privilege of watching something precious happen. One of the softer moments in an old general’s life.
Cool lilac and plum florals, woven ribbons, warm wood cradling your wings, a crumpled linen cloth under your feet., fresh greenery tucked behind your ear and in his breastpocket, and a small spread set with local dishes. Ordered from the restaurant you’d eaten at the night prior, even though Lilia tried his darndest to gain access to your lodgings kitchen.
Your clothes are rented from a local tailor as well. Nothing extravagant or fancy. In truth, Lilia would have been satisfied getting married in the cleanest article in his suitcase. Yet the thought of seeing you in a rented Qipao was too tempting. Silver lets you borrow his blue handkerchief to fill three of the superstition requirements (old, blue, and borrowed). You buy a cheap cosmetic cubic zirconia tiara for something new. Lilia takes great pleasure in setting the gaudy thing on your head, encouraging you to play princess for the night.
When you step out from the changing booth, his lips pull on reflex. It’s been six-hundred-some years since his fangs felt too big for his mouth.
Not because he is surprised — he already knew you would look ravishing — but because seeing you there, ready to become his, hits him in that little, devastating place in his chest where he keeps all his most precious memories tucked away safely.
Lilia is playful by nature, but this moment strips that away just enough to show how deeply he feels it. You are radiant. You are real. And you are standing there about to choose him over and over again.
For a moment, he thinks of how fortunate he truly is. He has seven hundred years of memories. He is about to create more. There are many men he led to their deaths, who did not get to experience a fraction of what life had to offer beyond their blades and camaraderie.
Now, give him a twirl? Great. Now a kiss, maybe three.
“Ohhoho,” he chuckles while hovering circles around you, right before flipping upside down and stealing a nip at your nose. “There you are, dove! I was wondering when you would arrive and ruin my composure.”
Magenta eyes glint cheekily when you ask, “You had composure to begin with?”
He takes your chin between thumb and index, shamelessly admiring you from head to toe.
“A little,” his finger pinch with a millimeter left between them,” Yet you have stolen it from me, you minx.”
That night, standing arm in arm, he slides your wedding ring into place and holds your hand in both his own. Here, in this faraway land, there are no bounds. Only two people, choosing to go through time together.
“I have wandered a great many roads,” he says, eyes glimmering on you, “and I have learned that the prettiest ones are not always the easiest. They are often an illusion.”
A soft smile touches his mouth as he slips the ring over your finger. “But you? You make every path worth following.Should this be a trance, it is one I never intend to wake from.”
He folds his palm over yours and offers you his bare finger in turn. “I vow to laugh with you, to guard your heart when you are tired, more so when you are full with life, and to keep choosing you come every sunrise and to lay with you each sunset. ”
When he kisses you, it is but a brush. The complete opposite of his usual passion and cheeky excitement. There is a sweetness to it that feels almost unfair, because it is also full of decades’ worth of feeling he has never once rushed. In that moment, he is thinking about how lucky he is, yes — but more than that, how amused he is that something so simple could make his whole life feel rounded..
Now…back at home, there are two very displeased fae. The king of Briar Valley has done well to temper his emotions since being crowned, and yet thunder rained from the heavens the night your family vacation ended. Not only did he miss an adventure to the Land of The Red Dragon, but the wedding between his father-figure and best friend?
Mm. Yes. Malleus is happy for you two loves, but step aside. Give him an evening to simmer because he’s been planning what gift to give you both since the engagement and now it is ruined.
Sebek is no better. Congratulations are in order, but they’re spoken through grit teeth and blazing jealousy that both Silver and Grim got to partake in the merriment first
Needless to say, a reception is held back at your home in Briar forest. The small cottage you share with Lilia becomes quite the crowded hub.
It is intimate and warm and full of familiar faces both new and old. The cottage becomes the heart of it all, with blue torchlight in the trees, mismatched lawn chairs brought out for guests, little plates of finger food shared between friends, and decorations that look like they were gathered from the forest itself. Which…they were. Acorn strands, floral adornment from your garden, etc. Nothing you both did not already own.
Lilia…bless his heart, tries to make the wedding cake himself. You stop him before he can. Firmly. Lovingly. Because yes, you trust his intentions, but you are not entirely sure you trust a Lilia Vanrouge wedding cake to be…edible. It’s bad enough that you’ve had to replace the oven twice since moving in together.
“Lilia…darling, why don’t we order from Clover Bakery? Trey already sent an RSVP and I do love their honeycomb cake. This is a special day, why not let someone else do the labor?”
Lilia, knuckle deep in what you think is squid-ink icing, looks at you before grabbing a random bottle off the spice rack and dumping a third of the contents.
“Nonsense! A handmade cake is precisely what our wedding needs. It shows how grateful we are for our guests sharing in the merriment!”
“Ah…haha,” you can only nod and begin to think of ways his cake can be hidden from the guests, “you make a fair point. Uhm. How about we do both? The more the better, right?”
"Good thinking!"
Your first dance together is suave and a bit all over the place. He tries to cast a little levitation spell but his magic isn't quite what it used to be. What does warm his heart is Silver stepping in during the parent/child portion, as Lilia doesn't have a parent to join in for...reasons. Malleus wanted this honor with you, but it's Grim who takes the mantle. Although our beloved kitty does regret it during the trade off, when Lilia's spinning him in circles by his front paws and one slack grip from sending Grim right into the banquet table.
While the party is relatively relaxed and more akin to a reunion if anything else…he does take the time to offer a toast. Coincidentally after the cake was cut and people seemed to flock to the outskirts where they might feed the local wildlife. He stands with a glass in hand, looking far too pleased with himself for a man who just pulled off a surprise wedding.
“Well,” Lilia says, lifting his glass with a grin, “this is rather wonderful, isn’t it? It would be far better if I could recognize your lovely faces, but alas. These eyes aren’t so sharp after a glass or six of wine.”
A few people laugh. He lets them.
“Thank you all for coming to celebrate the two of us, and for not fainting from shock when we decided to make this official in the middle of a family trip.”
He turns toward you, and his smile softens into something far more tender.
“To my dearest…thank you for choosing this path with me, even though you deserve every grand thing the world could offer. I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it.”
His eyes gleam. “Now, drink up! We are married...ah, but not too much. I fear the wildlife might have a bit too much fun should you all pass out drunk in the shrubbery, kehehe~ ”
The following week? You’re both screaming in a wooden barrel down a waterfall in the Sunset Savannah. Just because the wedding occurred on vacation, does not mean you shouldn’t enjoy a proper honeymoon.
Thrill rides, enormous slides, lazy rivers, wave pools, splash zones, and enough noise and color to make it feel like the most chaotic, exciting honeymoon imaginable. It is exactly the sort of place that lets Lilia be ridiculous in the best possible way. This time just the two of you. Hopefully Grim hasn’t burned the cottage down, but you both can worry about it later.
After all, that’s your home now. That has always been home. He may teach, travel, and wander in his own way, but that cottage is where the two of you come back to each other. It is full of small comforts, lived-in warmth, and the sense that your life together is not some far-off future — it is already here. It is where he raised Silver, where his magic dwells in the floorboards and where he expects to greet the remainder of his days with everything he could ever need by his side.
Why Chess Pieces Matter So Much In Leona-centric Romance
A long time ago in 2022 when I challenged myself to write a romance for Leona, there wasn't much in-depth info about his character. So, I begin my "research" of him by first thinking about how he views the world.
Leona is a Pessimist Who Can’t Help But Care
Leona Kingscholar is a practiced pessimist and, yeah, maybe he sees himself as "realist" but we'll call it what it is…
He doesn't let in others in general and tends to hide behind layers of bravado and misdirection of who he really is. So the idea of any sort of viable romance for him canonically would be unlikely for someone so disciplined in their own pessimism.
Leona takes himself as someone who knows better than other people and he is also someone who defines himself by what he lacks. (In the Tamashina Mina event it’s confirmed that he views others as pieces on his board.) He sees the world from a bird's eye perspective, him being both the game master or player. (It's a bit narcissistic when you think about it LMAO) But, he craves control, and genuinely thinks he knows best for everyone. Something that is both his biggest strength and weakness, because life don't work like that sweetheart.
Interesting enough though, I think he tends to view others in what they both lack and have. Seeing their value no matter how “small” the piece. It’s worth noting that he doesn't seem to give himself the same grace of seeing his own strengths and just existing in his own skin comfortably as a flawed human being.
When insulted, he tends to not react, allowing people to believe that he is in fact a lazy, ineffective housewarden who can't be bothered to do basic tasks. The only time he seems to act differently is when he is being cocky, or when he has received too much flack or criticism to hurt his feelings, Fairy Gala from Vil, Tamashina Mina from Kifaji. OR sometimes when he actually cares for a person in the situation. Pushing back against Grim being surprised when he was apologetic over Jack collapsing in Sunset Savanna and offering Sally a gentlemanly arm as she walked, despite the rest of the group's awe because he respected her so much.
So with this mind, you have a pessimistic yearner who secretly cares and who beats himself up over the idea that he can never seem to give up hope, even if he keeps losing.
And yeah this is all "more canon" now, but 3 years ago I had MUCH less to go on for Leona's personality.
Leona and Scar
So, I went back to the source material. Scar himself. Scar, even as someone who "got what he wanted" and arguably achieved more than other Disney villains, was STILL unhappy. And why?
Well, it's clear that he lacked the approval Mufasa had. This is probably because he failed to reach out, and even try to genuinely care for others. He let his bitterness and (I think) fear of rejection get in the way. He doesn't wanna be humble or appear "weak" to seek out the love and approval of his pride. But does he want love and approval? YEAH. I THINK SO. (Sound familiar??)
In a deleted scene that was scrapped then sorta added back in the Lion King Stage Play, was a conversation between Scar and Zazu revealing that what Scar lacks compared to Mufasa. More than anything it was community. Support, etc. But what Scar focused on out of all of the things Zazu said was: A QUEEN. HE NEEDED A QUEEN. A Queen not only guarantees affection, support, but cubs to continue Scar's legacy long after he is gone.
Now, let's go back to Leona, keeping in mind the OB boys are not a 1 for 1 with their Great 7 counterparts. The idea of a "Queen" to Leona is not just about love or romance. He probably wouldn't be innately interested in these things, let’s be real. But, again we're purposely viewing it in a romantic perspective.
The Queen is essentially your biggest support and defense. In chess, a King is quite a weak vulnerable piece compared to the Queen, And often in chess most players resign after their Queen is taken.
“You know most chess players resign after they lose their queen.” Leona moved his eyes back to the board.
“...To have-” He continued, placing a finger on the top of his white king piece. ”Someone there to… support you no matter what…someone to rely on.”
He wiggled the piece under his thumb and circled it until the King fell over.
Love is a Game
So if we are to look at Leona in the lens of how he views romance and combine his pessimism, we have a very tiny glimpse into how he would be/act. But, with all that I mentioned so far in mind, to me, it makes sense he views himself and the object of his affection as pieces on board and simultaneously opposing players. (For now.)
In chess White goes first, so I feel for this reason, Leona chooses White side and so that’s why the White Queen is his support, the one piece that could be by his side always.
Leona is someone who is lonely, often feeling disconnected from those around them, especially when he spends time on his own. And he is fully convinced that no one could understand him. (Or want to.) The idea of having someone invade such a sacred space in his mind and take up such a position would initially be terrifying to him. But, maybe… also exhilarating. Being the paradox of a man we know, he both loves to stay stuck in a cycle of giving up and fighting for what he wants.
From his own mouth we get the line that "something that is hard to get, makes it all the more worth fighting for." YEAH. Leona would see love as a game, no doubt. Not the shallow social games he plays back home, a real game with, real stakes. Each player forfeits pieces (walls) until one is left bare. In the face of his big feelings for someone, I feel...Leona would “lose.” and quickly become self-aware but how much he has been stripped down. And once this loss is accepted, and he takes that leap of faith, that he so rarely does, he would forfeit his physical White Queen with dignity, to hopefully earn a "real" one. The one he has chosen to take up a space he's never thought would ever be filled.
“I don’t understand…” It was one of the man’s chess pieces: the white queen.
“You earned it, remember? You won our game.”
“But, won't you be missing a piece…?”
“Sure I will, but… I guess you'll have to come back to Savnaclaw sometime n' play. I want a rematch.”
Black Side VS White Side
It's not about gender, power dynamics, or even fully a yin-yang thing, I think. It's not shallow to him at all. Leona sees his opponent and Queen as a equal. In chess, like I mentioned before, a King is often nothing without a Queen. And as someone who could arguably be partly defined by his envy of his brother's life. What does he lack again? (That Scar did too.) Community, support. Leona isn't worried about cubs, you could argue maaaaybe his legacy. Perhaps that one day, he worries will be a forgotten part of history. (A subject so important to to him.)
But, what could make it all more bearable? Lifting the weight of his pessimism for life, reminding him of who he is. Maybe…it could be this person who stands eye-to-eye with him, accepts him for who he is and watches the board with him. A worthy opponent, then-
Leona is someone who wants to win, BUT needs to learn is okay if he doesn't.
To his chosen one, I think he would longs to be "just a man", but to him…they will always be take that Queen place in his mind, and hopefully, finally stays by him till the end.
Even so, stripped bare, just a man and having lost his ego to the game of love. Maybe one day...he could be more.
Well, if Leona is White side, then he would long to conquer their defenses as well, the Black King, the role he could play for them in return. The space he wants to conquer in their heart. Another competition. Because he aims to be the best support for them in return, platform them, hold them up, put them on that throne in his mind and heart forever. Yeah, maybe they don't need him, but damn would he look good by their side too, in a matching crown.
“You’re a tar pit trap,” he said, his voice dropping into a near growl.
“And I couldn’t stop thinking about ya after those three nights in my bed. "
"The smell you left behind made me homesick for somethin’ I thought I hated. So no, there ain’t ever gonna be no ‘used-to-be’s.’ You couldn’t unseat yourself from the throne in my mind even if ya tried."
This is my first time using Tumblr and making a request but could you make a lil ol fic where twst guys found out Yuu had extremely abusive parents growing up? I'm talking about beatings, yelling, all that stuff. If you can't do everyone, savanaclaw and Scarabia would be awesome!!!!!
Ps Yuu and the character are dating 🥹🥹 he could find out about it from reading Yuu's diary or smth... IDK!!! YOU DO UR MAGIC!!
◟♯ . / before you continue . ! all work is written for the sole purpose of another's entertainment, all fake scenarios. mention of past abuse/trauma, do not interact if that topic makes you feel uncomfortable. mention of panic attacks, heavy breathing. short imagines .ᐟ
𔘓 ֹ wasn't sure what to name the title, thank you so much for this request im honored to be your first ever <33 𓂅 ̼ i didn't add jack because im nervous to write for the first years, it's stupid ik.
NOT BETA READ, KINDA RUSHED AT THE END !!
⠀︵⠀LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄
leona grumbles to himself as he drags his feet down the hall of ramshackle you swore you left in his dorm room, only to find out you didn't and you forgot it back in your room.
that's all he needed to grab, the stupid worksheet and leave. but something caught his eye, upon entering the room and taking the sheet from your desk, he noticed what looked like a book sticking out from under your mattress.
he almost didn't bother, but he wanted to move it just in case it fell and you had scattered notes in there...which is why he decided to check. he would call this snooping, it wasn't his first intention, but then he opened the book just to find pages and pages of endless paragraphs and small other doodles.
he immediately clicked it.
this was your diary.
he almost closed it back and put it back where he found it, but his eyes drifted over the words and a sentence or two struck his interest.
the way your handwriting changed through each sentence, neat at first and immediately turned shaky ― messier. leona sat on your bed, resisting the urge to just lay down because this wasn't him simply reading some old newspaper.
"i learned how to tell what mind if mood people are in by the sounds of their footsteps. it's a habit i've had since...well, all the overblots. it reminded me of how my parents would act when they're angry with me."
his eyes narrowed.
he flipped the page.
a few weeks when you first arrived, was the date.
"mom would tell me my bruises would heal faster if i just stopped crying and opening up, maybe that's all i need to do to get through this twisted world."
leona reread these sentences and every time he felt a pit in his stomach, maybe he misunderstood it, he missed some other details.
nope. every page for worse. the yelling, the stained tears, the "hitting for talking back" and flinching when someone raises their voice at you.
he felt his body tense, his fingers grip the book and his eyes narrowed.
the worst part? you write this done like it was a daily occurrence. you write about how you don't miss your parents, you miss having a reason to live.
suddenly, the doorknob clicks and leona immediately closes the book and stuffs it under the pillow, looking back up to see you walk in with two drinks you've got on your way back―only to notice the look on his face.
"...leona?" you ask, "what's wrong?"
your eyes then wandered to the dairy sticking out from under your pillow, and you stomach dropped.
"were you going to ever say anything?"
he wasn't mad, just worried.
you felt your hands shake as you took a step in, "you read through my diary??" despite your shaking, you were a bit offended that he snooped through your things.
"it― wasn't intentional."
"you opened the book and read each page, what do you mean not intentional―"
"just," Leona cuts you off, exhaling slightly as he gestured you over. "Just come here,"
you hesitate.
"please?"
his voice was soft, which forced you to slowly walk toward him until he pulls you gently to sit in his lap. you let your head rest against his shoulder as he tightens his arms around your waist.
after a long silence, you chuckled softly. "It's...just old stuff, anyway."
leona immediately looks over you, his figure towering over you. "don't say that."
you blinked, finally looking up at him, covered by his shadow. "what?-" "don't pretend like this doesn't matter. like it's nothing.
you felt his arms tighten around you, to which you sighed softly and played with the braid of his hair. "i turned out okay though, didn't i?" you joked playfully, leona's nose nuzzles its way into your neck, sitting in silence for a long moment.
then he squeezed you gently you let out a soft squeak.
"yah," he sighs, "you turned out strong and beautiful."
⠀︵⠀RUGGIE BUCCHI ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄
ruggie notices a lot of things, faster than the average person should. sometimes big things and some very small. it came with growing up in the slums of sunset savanna, and it also came into play with dating you.
not that he can't help it, he just noticed more than anyone else. they way you apologized too quickly, for things that weren't your fault, the way you automatically assumed it's your fault and you try to fix a situation.
the way you hide away when in group work, and how you get quiet when someone's angry.
he didn't push, he just observed from afar. not until one day he crashed at your place for the night after a long shift at the mostro lounge, laying face first on your bed while you were in the shower.
he was bored, out of his mind, staring at the wall and sways his arms back and forth, about to sit up and just start to tidy the small mess in your room out of habit―he felt his fingers brush against a book.
his nose scrunched and ears perked as he leaned over the edge of the bed to spot a small book peeking out under the bed.
he picks it up with an exhale as he sits up, mind thinking this will be the first thing he puts away...but when his fingers brush over the cover hee noticed how worn out it was.
was this something you came with? what was in your school bag?
curious, he flipped it open. at first it was sweet, talking about your friends and working back at your world, your pets even when you arrived at night raven college you've written about that.
including him, how much you loved him. how much you care for him and hope he stays with you forever. as much as this boosts his ego, his eyes drift to another paragraph that grabbed his attention quickly..
"when i dropped the plate of donuts on the floor, he picked them all up and said "3second rule" and laughed that sweet laugh. it almost made me cry, my mother would have hit me for making such a silly mistake."
woah ..what? his grin disappeared and he flips another page.
another paragraph that made his stomach twist.
"i hate all these busy halls, whenever someone moves to fats by me and their arm hits mine it's so hard not to flinch in public."
he stops for second. thinking. you write this down without a care in the world, like this is a regular for you. like these survival instincts were just a personality quirk.
his chest hurt, actually hurt.
when you step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, you find ruggie holding your diary and your stomach dropped. you went pale, ruggie's tail and eats flop when he looks at you.
"why didn't you tell me." he whispered, almost pained.
you felt your throat go dry, but you replied to the best of your ability. "...it didn't matter anymore." shrugging softly.
ruggie almost laughed, "didn't―didn't matter?" he states in disbelief. "if it didn't matter you would have a diary written all about it."
he immediately regrets his choice of words, seeing your eyes shake with tears threatening to fall. you looked away, damp hair loose against your shoulders as you shut the door behind you.
ruggie fumbles with his fingers, tossing the book to the sheets of your bed and looking back at you. "hey." he mummered, your eyes glance back at him slowly. "you know," he takes a step toward you, "none of that...is your fault, yah?"
that did it. the dam broke, tears fell from your eyes and ruggie was quick to engulf you into a hug. you hid your face into his shoulder as he sat down on the bed and let you sit in his lap. rubbing your back, gushing your gently.
"i'm sorry―" you cried, head hung low as you sniffle into his shirt. "hey, don't apologize. you got nothing to be sorry for." the hyena pulls you back to cup your cheeks with his hands, staring into your teary eyes.
"you weren't able to choose your family," he rubs a thumb under your eye, "but you can damn well choose who you want to love."
⠀︵⠀KALIM AL-ASIM ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄
kalim finds out with his own two eyes, he doesn't read it out of your diary or find out on his own―it's clear as day when you dropped a tray if food all over the floor at one of his parties, and without jamil's supervision you only wanted to make it easier for him.
you tripped on your ankle, the tray on your hands wobble as you catch yourself on the wall but the food goes everywhere. the loud clash caused everyone to jolt or scream slightly due to the sudden noise.
your vision for blurry, tears filled your eyes as you heard the voice of your boyfriend barely in your ears. "baby, are you okay?" one voice says.
"are you hurt?"
messy, too many thoughts.
"what happened?" jamil's distorted voice comes in, kalim trying to explain what he saw but it happened too quickly. instinctively, you cowered away to the ground and held your hands over your face and mummered "sorry, im so sorry,"
"..what, baby?" kalim crouches in front of you, hands hovering over your shaking body. "hey, it's okay- you're okay."
you let out a soft scream as you felt his hand gently brush your arm, curling more in on yourself as you cried, "im sorry! ill clean it up, i swear, dont―don't hate me, ill clean it!"
kalim was silent for half a second, blinking his thoughts back as he tried to calm you down first. "hey, baby, no one's mad at you. it was an honest mistake, here."
he offered his hands in front of you now, not touching you until you finally blinked up at him. two hands waiting to hold yours, his smile soft as he gestured to the mess. "people are already cleaning it up, it's okay, you don't have to cry."
others awkwardly leave the room, jamil and others cleaning up the last remains of the mess and leave you and kalim alone. the boy is sitting with you now, your hands finally grasping his as you cried through the stress.
"im sorry, kalim. i―i think i feel sick, i cant―it was an accident."
"i know baby, i know."
at this moment, kalim understands...a certain amount, to say the least. every flinch, every cry, every moment he's had to comfort you like this―it all led back to what happened in your past.
"i―i just wanted to help,"
"and you did! you help so much, habibti, you are- so kind, so helpful, thoughtful! you don't deserve to feel this, you don't deserve any of it!"
he cries softly with you, letting you sob into his shoulder as he rubs your back and shushes you. and somewhere, deep inside, you realize this is the first time you've cried with someone instead of because of someone.
⠀︵⠀JAMIL VIPER ⠀◌Ⳋ𝅄
jamil noticed your habits before you even realized you were showing them, they were small. too small for the average person to notice. your hyper-awareness, being on your toes is always making sure you check your surroundings before doing something.
the way you curl away when someone raises their voice or a situation starts up, you always try to get out of it. the way you stress clean when you spill a drink or make a mess.
he doesn't say anything, he just keeps watching―learning. until he can figure out what exactly is wrong, he won't push.
one evening, he finally figured out what was wrong and why you act like you do. not that he's judging you, but he's seen these movements before and really hopes he is wrong.
he's picking out all the dirty laundry in your room and washing them, he offered and without a second thought you allowed him. he tossed a shirt in the basket in his arms when he spotted a book sticking out from a pile of other clothes.
having to pick them up anyways, he tossed the loose clothes on the basket, sets it to the side and takes the book. assuming it was a book you used to write notes in, when he picks it up a page slips out and lands by his slipper.
he picks it up, again, unknown to what it actually is, he read a date that was familiar to him. it was when you and him went out on your four month anniversary to a restaurant at the shaftlands.
he sat down and read through the paper. it was your words on how that evening went, and he cheeks went pink when he realized just how hot you found him in his suit.
minus that point.
the longer the read, the more he realized he was reading your diary. every word made him sick, you... you've hated the way you look that day, the way your curves looked because that's all your mother would talk about.
how ugly you looked, you need to lose weight. no one will ever love you.
"sometimes i wish they would just stay quiet instead of yell at every little thing i do."
by the end of it, he slowly closed the book and set it back where he found it, taking the basket of clothes and leaving your room. his fists clenched the edges of the basket. he's not angry at you, he's angry FOR you.
he knows what it's like to be treated like you're a side piece, but to the point where you've been abused for just being yourself?
jamil won't confront you, it's not his place, but he'll be damned if you think you can continue living thinking like you're worth nothing.
he doesn't act different, he just shows his affection more in private. his kisses are more soft, they are longer longer and his cuddles are much more of him being the big spoon and holding you close.
you teased, "what's with all the sudden affection?"
he just holds you tighter, "i just love you, so much. let me love you for you, without the need to feel like you're forcing me."
end notes: started this with a lot of motivation and ended it with barely any. deep sigh. im sooooo eepy.
summary: yuu makes a list of the top five cutest third years. the following conversation
type of post: short fic
characters: cater, trey, leona, rook, vil, idia mentioned, lilia, malleus
additional info: romantic?? platonic?? idk, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, this is more for character interactions. and fun
"I'm sure you're all well aware of why we're here,"
The eight gentleman standing around the dark, candlelit room look between each other.
Leona yawns.
"How long is this gonna take, exactly? I was dragged outta bed for this,"
Vil glares. "Hush. I wanted to deal with this matter in the quietest manner possible, without disturbing the prefect. Sevens know what happens when your egos go unchecked,"
"Look who's talking,"
Another glare, but Vil chooses not to waste any more time.
"Two nights ago, the prefect hosted a slumber party for Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, and our own Epel Felmier,"
"I remember that," Lilia says, rubbing his chin. "Sebek was invited, but refused in case someone attacked Malleus whilst he was away."
Malleus shakes his head.
"During this event, the prefect created a list of the top five "cutest third years", as we all know. And, to avoid any childish squabbling, I've gathered you all here to open it as an ensemble. Rook?"
A slim, folded sheet of notebook paper appears from the dark of Rook Hunt's pocket. He holds it up, as if presenting it to the heavens.
"Where did you even find that?" Trey asks, adjusting his glasses.
"Facile! It was buried under a stack of homework assignments in our dearest Trickster's bedroom," the blond says merrily.
"Logistically speaking, that's almost too easy. Are we sure it isn't a fake?" Ortho pipes up.
"Ortho?" Vil asks. "What are you doing here?"
The boy giggles in an electronic chime. "Idia is hiding under his covers and won't come out, so I'm here in his place!"
"...Alright,"
"I don't know what he's so nervous for," Vil goes on. "When I am already guaranteed to be in the first place slot."
Leona scoffs, kicking back with his feet on the table. Vil glares again.
"How rude,"
"He's not wrong. You are the most beautiful here..." a smile creeps up Lilia's face. "But, as I recall, you said cutest third years, not most beautiful. And if anyone is the cutest, it's me."
"Oh, spare me," Leona sighs. "Let's just get this over with. Open the damn thing."
"You're not the least bit curious, Leona?" the fae asks, batting his large eyes.
"Don't patronize me. And no, I'm not. I couldn't care less,"
Lilia smirks, but says nothing more on the matter.
He turns to his tablemate. "And what say you, Malleus?"
Every person in the room falls silent, and then turn to the prince sitting at the furthest corner of the table with his hands folded in front of him.
He hasn't shared a single thought all evening.
"...The contents of this list make no difference to me," he finally speaks. "My feelings towards the prefect will be unaffected."
Rook sets a hand over his heart. "Quelle beauté! I am moved! Not even the strongest of winds could make your friendship bow,"
Leona groans as if he's in agonizing pain.
"Open it!"
"Okay, hold on. Isn't this like, a major privacy violation?" Cater says. He doesn't sound eager to see the results, either.
"I would hate for someone to read my private thoughts to a room full of people."
"He may have a point. This was a list made between friends at a slumber party. Taking it out of that context could be disastrous," Trey agrees.
"There's a 96% chance this will end in conflict!" Ortho chimes in, merry as ever. Leona sighs.
"Can I just leave?"
"No," Vil snaps. "Rook, open it."
"Rook, don't,"
"Rook!"
The poor man observes the conflict slowly unraveling before him, and he sets the folded sheet of paper on the table.
"Now, now, do not squabble! Let this be a chance to celebrate our bonds with the lovely prefect!"
"I agree with Rook," Lilia smiles big. "We should all agree that no matter what is on that list, we'll leave it after tonight and move on."
Vil sighs. "Yes, yes. You're all right. We can't let what they wrote at a private slumber party affect our relationships with them,"
"No matter what, we leave them out of this. Agreed?"
Everyone in the room nods.
"Alright. Rook, read it,"
Rook reaches behind him, the anticipation building, and... is met with a cool wooden surface.
The note seems to have disappeared into thin air.
Before anyone can express their obvious confusion, an evil cackling pulls their attention to the doorway.
Vil gasps.
"Grim! Put that down!"
The small direbeast, now holding a crumpled piece of paper in his paw, smiles wickedly.
And then, to everyone's horror, he eats it whole.
Leona is the first to react, storming over and lifting Grim by the scruff of his neck. "Seriously?!"
"Fufufu. Looks like someone cared, after all," Lilia chuckles. Vil rolls his eyes.
"Hey! Not my fault you guys were so loud! You woke me up from my nap over a stupid list!" Grim says, crossing his arms.
A brief silence follows, and then a sigh. Leona drops him and he lands on his feet.
"Perhaps Grim is right," Ortho says. "Instead of worrying about the numerical grade the prefect assigns you, you should focus on the unique and special aspects of your individual relationships!"
"How eloquent!" Rook coos. "Oui, you are right! Sometimes it is best to let secrets remain secrets."
"Something about the way he says that tells me he already knows what it said," Leona grumbles.
"Ohoho. A fascinating mystery, non? Did I sneak a peek before tonight, or am I just as clueless as you?"
The prince rolls his eyes.
Vil sighs. "Ortho is right. Now I feel ridiculous for getting so worked up over what amounts to a joke at a slumber party,"
Everyone grows quiet, seemingly reflecting on themselves for the duration of the brief silence.
Lilia's giggles change the melancholic mood of the room.
"Perhaps Malleus had the right idea all along. It doesn't matter who the prefect thinks is more attractive; they're still a wonderful friend. How wise- I'm very proud,"
Malleus beams.
"Yeah yeah," Grim grumbles, turning to the door. "I didja a favor, anyway. None of you weirdos were number one."
He leaves, and he takes the peace and reflection with him.
in which; you reunited with him after he thought he lost you forever.
𝄞⨾💿✮˚.⋆ : "maybe im too, busy being yours to fall for somebody new. now, i thought it through~"
content; sfw , established relationship , reunion , they miss you a ton , comfort/fluffy , they may cry (ꏿ﹏ꏿ;) , possibly ooc , imagines , unedited !
author's note; shorter then id like them to be, but i thought leaving them short and sweet would be enough to make up for the angst fic i wrote a few days ago (・_・;) the song is "do i wanna know" by artic monkeys, covered by hozier because i cry whenever i hear the chorus...his voice is like heaven i luv hozier
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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
riddle freezes the moment he sees you. the hall of mirrors and never felt more warm, or was that just his body colliding into yours when he hugs you tightly. for a moment he thinks he's imagining this, your not here─perhaps he's dreaming? but that couldn't be right, he was indeed awake. his eyes shake, tears prick at the edge of his waterline when he stares at you.
you call his name out softly, almost crying yourself as you extend your arms out. the poor boy, forgetting everyone else in the room―was there even anyone else? and crosses the room the large steps before falling into your embrace.
proof that you're real. his arms tighten around your waist, head buried into your chest to hear your heartbeat once again. his capes pools around his feet, knees weak as he sobs into your chest.
you hold him up so he doesn't ruin his uniform, you remember how much he hates getting the white dirty. a steady hand rests at the back of his head, tears blurring your vision as you laugh out and cry.
he told himself he wouldn't cry if he ever saw you again, although, he thought he was never going to see you again. his hands cup your face to get a better look at you, the tears in your eyes only proved to him you are indeed here, in his arms.
"do you know how long i spent, trying to find a way back to you. it was silly, i was foolishly still in love with you, my rose. please―never leave me again...i don't know how much more i can take it."
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
he knew he smelled your scent upon entering the hall of mirrors―he didn't want to believe it. not because he didn't want to see you, but because he finally thought he was getting over you.
it's hard to get over what he knew cherished.
nothing else mattered. the voices around him fell deaf in his ears as his eyes found yours―he just stares. everyone leaves the room, leonas eyes shake but he holds himself steady a little bit longer.
he wants to remark on the fact your back, maybe a tch, took you long enough...but nothing comes out. his mouth gaps open, but he closes it again when you reach him. you have the audacity to say hello. with that stupid look on your face, like your trying not to cry.
his name out of your lips sounds soft and unreal. so, he takes your wrist―unsure what to expect, maybe his hand to fade through yours―but when his fingers curl around your wrist, he immediately pulls you in feeling a wave of relief hit his chest.
his arms lock around you, his face buried into the crook of your neck as he squeezes you gently―reassurance maybe? you don't question, you just softly cry into his uniform. when you move, he gets scared, pulling you back to his chest with a soft growl.
"don't move...stupid, herbivore. i hate what you do to me, giving all these damn heart attacks...you're not going anywhere, not again. mh? no, im not crying...just...don't pull a stunt like that' again."
AZUL ASHENGROTTO
many thoughts ran through his mind. staring down the hall he spots you, in the flesh. the same outfit, the same hair, same smile he adores. he's had many speeches prepared if you ever did come back, but they were all scrapped.
it would be impossible for you to come back, it take a miracle.
but staring back at you, eyes teary and wet, his dreams were coming true right in front of him. he calls your name, soft and hopeful. you call his name back, your own tears fell down your cheeks as his feet stumble toward you.
you smile softly, arms reaching out to hold him. to show him you're real because you know him. all the contracts, deals and research he's done has built up to this moment.
falling back into your arms, glasses hitting the floor and his hat loose upon his head as he holds you close.
his gloved fingers brush through your hair, hands tremble when you hold them to your face, eyes searching yours. for what, exactly? he's just missed you so much, he doesn't believe your real.
he won't let go for a while, always keeping you close, hand in hand―and when you're alone again, he's in your arms with his head in your chest.
"i calculated the odds of different ways to follow you, to find a way for you to come back...don't vanish again, my heart can't take another statistical miracle..."
KALIM AL-ASIM
is probably the only one out of all the housewardens to actually start crying immediately, running into your arms forgetting everyone and everything around him. you are, and have been, the only person on his mind...ever since your departure. his tears flew with him as he jumped into your arms, crying you name..
you both almost go tumbling backwards if you haven't grabbed onto the wall close and slide down to sit, his figure curled into yours, laying between your legs as he cries.
he thought you were gone, for good. he thought he would never hear your laughter, your breathing or your heartbeat ever again. it broke him into a million pieces, but now he sees you─in the flesh, feeling your skin to his and your tears falling down your cheeks...he knew you were you. you were real, back with him, in his arms.
he sniffles, laughing out your name like he's been holding it in for an eternity. his arms wrap tight around your waist, his head dug into your shirt, tears staining your clothes.
when he feels your arms hug him back, he scrambled to sit up. sitting on his knees he locked eyes with yours, wet and puffy―but had the biggest smile on his face. he brushes the tears from your cheeks as he just laughs.
he tells you everything you've missed, the new adventures he's been on and never leaves your side for a second. hands in yours, pinkies interlinked and cuddling you. he's missed you, so much!
"i've missed you so much, yuu! but your back! you're actually back! everyone told me to give up hope, that i would never see you again...but look! YOUR HERE, AHA!...do you know how quiet everything back at scarabia was without you?"
VIL SCHOENHEIT
his eyesight might not be as sharp as rooks, but he would be a fool if he didn't notice the same figure he would see everyday stand a few feet before him. the hall of mirrors suddenly went quiet, mummers left and right and eyes on the housewarden of pomefiore.
vil felt something in his chest lift, a sliver of hope? or maybe a boulder that was crushing him since your absence. is this an illusion? no, everyone else sees you.
there you are, standing before him down the path and smile at him―your hair swish as you speed walk toward him, arms to your side as a nervous wave washes over you. is he upset? has he fallen out of love with you? you wouldn't blame him, you left so suddenly. with these thoughts you slow down, eyes blinking back tears as you suddenly felt strong arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you into a tight hug.
your face smushes against vil's dorm uniform, his touch on your was gently, like he was holding some fragile. he pulls you back just enough to cup your face with his hand, his thumb brushing over your skin as if he's trying to figure out if you're real.
violet eyes search yours, teary and filled with warmth. you laugh out a cry when he whispers your name softly, missing the sound of his voice you hug him tight.
his firm is graceful yet tight, afraid you'll slip away from his embrace again.
"you reckless...do you know how many restless nights my skin had to endure because of you?...you owe me hours on facials...do not disappear from my life like that again, i won't allow it."
IDIA SHROUD
he wasn't there when you arrived, in fact he was in his room all the way at his dorm. the lights were dim and the sound of computers rang through the walls. he spent days figuring out ways to speak among worlds―despite it being inevitable...or so he thought.
he knew it was a fool for even trying, but he's not a quitter when it comes to something he's invested in. in this case, it was you. ortho was so excited to see idias' reaction―leading you to his dorm, the younger shroud brother left you alone to see idia.
you knock, only once. soft and careful.
"uh, c―come in?" who's knocking on his door? ortho is down at the hall of mirrors with the rest of the first years―as idia thought to himself, the sudden sound of his being called causes him to flinch.
that voice...?
he turned in his gaming chair, blue hair follows as he locks eyes with you. your standing in the middle of his room awkwardly, arms behind your back with a sheepish smile in your face.
he's hundred percent thinks he's hallucinating. just a few restless nights, he's missed you too much―he rambles under his breath as he closed his eyes. head buried in his hood, maybe you'll go away when he opens his eyes.
"...idia?"
his eyes snap open, this time your much closer then before. kneeling at his chair to look at him from below, a tear rolled down your cheeks before you could stop it.
he suddenly panics and grabs your shoulders, looking around for some sigh of hologram. "pulse...there... temperature?...normal...shadow casting..." his hand goes to your chest, but it doesn't phase through.
his breath hitched, his hair flickers and he's suddenly hugging you tight, practically knocking you both to the floor at his chair. burying your face in his shoulder, he takes a shakey deep breath.
he didn't have anything to say, he just stayed in your arms for hours on end. you'll get a word out of him in the morning, let him hold you. he needs to know your real."
MALLEUS DRACONIA
his emerald eyes locked onto you the moment you arrived, malleus stares at you. there you are―alive, breathing, in the same room you said goodbye too. his face drops into a look of shock and awe, his eyes scanning for a clear path to you until he took it.
when you see him, the dragon heir who usually never is around, appears in front of you with shaky eyes. you smile, tears already forming in your eyes as his hands hesitantly hover over your arms.
his hand gently brushes your shoulder, his other reaching to cup your cheek―confirming you are in fact not an illusion. this isn't a dream, this isn't the world playing a dirty trick on him.
his partner beside the throne was back, standing before him, smiling up at him. you anchor yourself by squeezing the sleeve of his dorm uniform, melting into his touch.
he breathed your name, breath warm against your skin as you nod slowly. your smile still on your face as you cried happy tears. malleus didn't cry, he did much of that while you were away from him. lilia held him, being the only one to be his sliver of hope seeing you again...even if he had no clue it that was true.
but here you were, proving all those who thought you were gone forever, wrong. his gloved fingers combs your hair back, pulling you into his embrace and holds you tight.
he doesn't let anyone else close to you without his supervision.
"i...have hoped for a miracle...i wished upon every star to see you again, my love...you vanished from this world, even the strongest of potions couldn't aid me....i believed i lost you forever, let me hold you...just a little longer."
in which; school can be tiring... but endless, sleepless nights? even more exhausting.
content; domestic fluff, wrote this in the platonic sense, yuu! reader, grammatical mistakes, mention of alcohol (kalim's part) , scenarios/imagines , implied female reader ! kinda proof-read
author's note; later post then usual because i took too long to finish this, sorry if this seems rushed between the middle and end.
no AI copy and paste, please respect the author's hard work and consider liking or reblogging if you enjoyed it!
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★ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
endless books, papers, homework and lectures lead you to all nighters and a diet of energy drinks. you knew it was unhealthy, hearing it over and over from riddle himself. he doesn't stop you, he just wishes you choose your health over studies for once.
don't get him wrong, he's been in your shoes once. thinking all he needed to do was study and everything will be fine. as much as his mind agreed, his body didn't. and neither is yours. he doesn't want you to go down that road.
which leads him to the present, heels clicking down the hall of nrc to his lunch break. looking at his watch on his wrist he turns a corner, mumbling to himself about his schedule and duties... until a figure catches his eye.
blueish grey eyes squint in front of him as he looks closer to make out the figure.
"yuu?" he mumbles once he realises. your sitting against the piller, sunlight casting your curled up shadow with your head in your knees.
at first, he panics. speed walking in the direction with the headmage or any other adult at campus on speed-dial. with a tight chest he kneeled down at your side and whispered your name once more.
as he was about to shake you, due to stress and nerves, youe back lifts up before slowly falling back down. soft snores left your lips as riddle let out a sigh of relief.
"sevens, yuu, sleeping in the middle of the hallways is a clear violation of the―"
that's when he notices something, your not just napping. your dead asleep. your breathing is too slow and heavy, a faint tension on your face―like sleep has calmed you too quickly.
his eyebrows falter, his face soft as he stares at you for a bit longer.
"when was the last time you've gotten a proper night's rest?"
silence. of course there is, you out cold. he wasn't expecting a response, he was speaking his mind out loud.
"honestly," he sighs softly, lacking its usual bite. "you should have at least chosen a more appropriate spot then here. the ground is dirty and the wall is tremendously uncomfortable..."
riddle simply sighs, like he expected this.
he doesn't shout, he doesn't get angry. he simply, lets you sleep. rising to his feet, riddle drapes his school uniform jacket over your hunched shoulder. the fabric is warm, his scent faintly clinging to it. far more comfortable then the cold breeze.
he suddenly sits beside you, dusting off any dirt he's nervous about collecting and gently takes your chin with a gloved hand, "you'll strain your neck like this," he scolds, letting your head rest against his shoulder much to the blush on his face.
the halls are empty, lunch just staring and here riddle is caring for a student not even from his dorm. that's the houswaeden leader in him, caring for students not from this world.
his hand lingers too long on your cheek before he pulls away fully, sitting down for a few moments to let you continue to get rest.
perhaps his lunch plans will have too wait.
"reckless, pushing yourself to the point of exhaustion. such actions must be dealt with accordingly..."
he looks down at your soft, peaceful expression on your face. lips parted to breath slowly, lashes long and relaxed. eyebrows low and body limp under his coat.
"you may rest.. but only for a while," he'll adjust the jacket if needed, "after that, we will discuss your schedule habits and routines." he finishes with a hint of concern, but determination.
★ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR
the lunch hour was lively as ever―students at their tables with food, laughing with friends and the clutter of utensils clicking together. the usual chaos during lunch hours after a long class.
and somehow...you're still asleep during it all. you found a secluded table for one person at the end of the cafeteria, it's cramped but you didn't mind. you actually found it comfortable, laying your head against your arms with your papers scattered across the table and your empty lunch trey forgotten.
leona kept glancing at you during his meal, ruggie mindlessly stealing bits of his food when he wasn't looking to get his attention. but when he didn't even react when he snatched the piece of meat straight off his fork, ruggie scrunched his nose.
ruggie wasn't fully sure why leona cares so much about you peacefully sleeping until he notices a duo of boys messing with you. tugging the pencil out of your hand, poking your face and pulling your hair gently as they giggle.
who messes with someone while asleep? that's just pathetic.
seeing this, leona stood up without hesitation, legs taking him to the direction when he barks at the two other students to scram. the housewarden watches the two scurry away, dropping your pencil and hair and running back to wherever they crawled in from.
then he looks back at you― neutral face, hands in pocketa, but his mind was telling him to do something. emerald eyes stare down at you with a glare, taking the full scene up close. the noise, the constant poking to awake you, and your fast asleep.
body limp and breathing slowly, like you've been lacking sleep for years. he notices the papers, he knows the exact class your studying for and he clicks his tongue.
but he doesn't leave. instead, he approached you―slow and unbothered―as he took a seat to the empty spot close by to watch you.
you look... exhausted. completely worn out by the amount of work and stress. dead to the world. leona pushes the papers to one messy pile, just far enough for him to lift your head and rest it against his bicep.
for anyone walking by they would ask why leona is doing this, but it's an easy question actually.
so easy, he gets ticked off when he can't answer.
something in him just snaps and he lets his body so the rest.
he doesn't leave until you wake yourself up or if lunch ends and he has to wake you to drag your butt to somewhere more comfortable.
what? you were already asleep, what's missing a bit of class more? if you fall back asleep on him, he just falls asleep with you.
★ AZUL ASHENGROTTO FT JADE & FLOYD
he took one good look at you, and sighed disappointed. you would think he is far too busy to notice, and he is, but it's hard not to notice a human being laying flat across the booth in his own restaurant.
you're fast asleep, in the quiet atmosphere of the mostro lounge. at first, azul didn't believe floyd when the twins waltzed in his office saying a familiar shrimpy was dead asleep on the booth.
"...the prefect?"
"indeed," jade nods, standing beside his brother whose arms are lazily resting behind his head. "they seem to have taken the term, "make yourself at home" a bit too seriously. it is a cute sight, actually~ would you like to have a look"
"whatever gets you two off my tentacle..." adjusting his glasses, azul stood to his feet, black shoes clicked against the floor of the lounge as he followed the tweels.
which leads him to the present, adjusting his glasses with a spectacle look. his eyes scan your sleeping figure with jade and floyd behind the couch.
floyd has a sharp, teasy grin on his lips while jade smiles softly yet chilling down at you, like the easy prey for a meal. "hehe~ see, azul. she's knocked out~" floyd awes, poking your cheek as you squirm in your sleep.
"i see," the boss sighs when he gets a good look at you. curled up in the booth, head resting against your arm like a pillow with your other hanging over the edge. your school bag sits nearby, empty and clean―a empty plate and cup displayed on the table like he's been there for hours.
just how long have you been studying? and when did you fall asleep?
all the questions running through azuls mind as he priced together the puzzle. you weren't just asleep, you were crashed. exhausted, dead to the world around you. living a happy life in dream-land.
"what shall we do with her?" jade suddenly asks, his voice hushed as floyd stops bothering you and instead just watches you sleep.
azul thought, adjusted his hat and cleared his throat. "leave her, for how. get ready one of our guest rooms, she'll be sleeping over tonight."
floyd giggles happily at azul's words, "sleepover with the little shrimp? i call dibs tucking her in~"
"no one is taking any "dibs" on anything!" the mage sighs softly, careful not to awaken you. he removes his jacket, jade and floyd raises a brow when he drapes the fabric over you. his smell clings to it like glue―ink and sea salt―taking an extra moment to make sure it won't fall off.
"well," jade smiles widely yet calmly at the sight, "you seem to have a soft spot for the prefect?" it was a joke, but azul didn't laugh.
"hardly," azul lingers his fingers over your shoulders before pulling away, "just making sure she's comfortable. the couch isn't the best place for a good night's rest. clean up her area, and get the room ready, i'll watch over her."
if it wasn't for jade to pull his twin brother away, azul would have risked awaking you with floyd's whines. gently, he shifts your books and papers to one organised pile at the edge of the table, leaning over to place your loose papers and pencils back in your backpack.
once you've settled, he sits beside you, hands resting at his lap while he watches you. there's a pause before he mummered, "pushing yourself beyond limits is poor judgment," he sighs, "even i recognize the importance of rest."
you adjust in your sleep, eyes still shut and your features calm as you move to rest your read higher. azul pauses, before malonh the decision to take you to the guest room. gently, he took you in his arms―despite being a tad bit on the slender side, holding you close to his chest wasn't a hassle.
his heels click down the hall like it's a business matter, upon reaching the room jade and floyd are already watching their boss carry you to the clean beds, sheets soft and blankets warm, placing you under and pulling away.
"next time," he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, "come to me, i'll handle things from there."
even though you can't hear him, he still whispers. maybe somewhere in your dream, his voice can find its way in.
he takes his jacket back, resting it upon his shoulders he stands to his feet.
"rest well, yuu."
★ KALIM AL-ASIM
this party isn't one of kalims big ones―no overwhelming crowds, no loud music or blinding lights as usual―just a few students from his dorm, a few from others, and jamil. it's still lively, students singing and dancing to any music, snacking on food and sipping on drinks.
music drifts, laughter bubbles, and the warm light from lanterns makes everything feel comfortable and calm.
maybe too comfortable, but is there ever a thing called being "too comfortable"? apparently yes, because you're in the corner of the lounge, sitting on a single bean bag chair with your books and papers on your lap. head resting against the wall as you were fast asleep, pillows half-hidden behind you, your drink loose in your hand on the floor, your body slumped in a way that makes it look like you passed out.
you didn't mean to fall asleep, you just did. touw body betraying you with all those restless nights and late-nignt study sessions.
kalim spots you fast, you were caught in the corner of his eye mid-conversation with another. for a moment, he just stares, adjusting to the sunlight beaming across the floors, like he needs a moment on what he's staring at.
then he suddenly gasps, fearing for the worst he ditches the conversation he was in and rushed to your side, weaving through people surprisingly quickly with a shimmer of worry in his eyes. he's darting at the drink and your unconscious body, crouching to your level he hesitantly holds your arms.
"hey―yuu! can you hear me, are you okay?? yuu?"
he gives you a small shake.
nothing. not even a groan.
you're out cold.
kalim freezes, pupils wide and chest heavy. was there too much kick in the drink? jamil added just the right amount, maybe you grabbed the extra strong drink by accident?
with all these thoughts running through his mind, he suddenly sees all the papers and pens pool around you, like you've made your own oasis of school work.
blinking once, twice, kalim realizes your just asleep. your breath soft and grounding. "oh...oh, my sevens, your just sleeping."
a huge wave of relief hits him, exhaling loudly he clamps his chest happily. kalim lets out a soft laugh, shoulders relaxing after this moment of panic.
"you must have been really tired, huh?" he chuckled, eyeing all the paper around you. that's when he remembers the party―the loud noises, people laughing and singing―now that he actually listens, it's too loud.
too loud, you might wake up. he doesn't want that to happen, so the housewarden suddenly claps his hands to gain the attention of the party, asking politely to keep the noise down for the rest of the evening.
students stare confused, but jamil repeats kalim's request.
"much better," kalim whispers, carefully taking the cup out of your hand and placing it far from you, not to knock it over in your sleep. then, he adjusts the pillows around you, letting your head rest against one he helps you adjust your figure.
"ah, there we go! much more comfortable!"
he finds a soft, small blanket in the middle of the pillows, draping it across your body like a second skin, making sure it covers you just enough.
"you work too hard, yuu..." kalim suddenly whispers when he takes a pause to look at you. hair messy, drool over your lip and breathing slow. he sits cross-legged across from you, just enough to rest his chin on his hand.
"night, yuu!!" he giggles to himself, knowing you probably can't hear him. but the sudden twitch on your lips states otherwise.
if someone gets too loud, he glares at whoever is making the noise and shushes them. he gets jamil to prep you tea and food for when you wake up, also requesting a second blanket.
when the party ends, jamil finds you and kalim both asleep at each other's sides with the tea and food on a tray in his hands. the vice-housewarden simply sighs and lets you both sleep for a little longer before waking you up.
★ VIL SCHOENHEIT FT. ROOK HUNT
pomefiore's lounge is pristine. every surface is polished, every wall is detailed, and the environment no one can ever call a flaw―especially during the evening. curtains a bold purple, lights dim and the atmosphere soft and quiet.
you're fast asleep on one of the long couches after, you assumed, all the students called it a night.
until rook hunt found you, unbeknownst to you, obviously. he pauses mid-step, eyes lingering over your figure like you're a painting as he takes in the scene.
your laying on your side, not elegantly―just there. fast asleep, surrounded by scattered notes and papers, a book half-opened and your pen loose between your fingers. arm hanging over the edge of the cushion, the hunter simply smiles.
your head rests against the cushions like a comfortable pillow, legs curled just enough to take up the whole couch like you simply ran out of energy.
rook crouches slightly, his hat tilting with him as he hums lightly. "oh non, trickster...to be claimed by sleep so completely, even in such an unbecoming position."
he thinks for a moment, "you must have fought it long and hard to find yourself in this predicament, oui?"
there's only one person in the whole dorm who can figure out what to do, so rook leaves you for a few moments and returns with none othwr then,
"so she's, asleep?"
"oui! i presumed you, roi du poison, has an idea what to do with our dear, exhausted trickster?" the hunter smiles as he walks side by side with the housewarden down the halls and back to the lounge.
don't mock her, rook.
"honestly, rook, if this is one of your dramatics again―"
suddenly, his eyes land on you. a pair of velvet and emerald eyes stare down at you like a wild animal and decide to call the pomefiore lounge its bed for the evening.
your position was adjusted slightly, your head now fully off the edge and your arm dangles mid-air. vil immediately kisses his teeth, "how on earth does one find this position comfortable? rook, move her legs back onto the cushions."
"oui!"
vil and rook each take your limbs and position you back onto the couch, the housewarden gently takes your neck and shoulders to rest on one side and brushes your hair behind your neck.
"unacceptable! not only is she not a member of pomefiore, she insists on sleeping on the couch like she owns the dorm?"
"roi du poison, has it occurred you she may just be too tired? look at her hair," rook states in a hushed time, combing his gloved fingers through your greasy hair.
"stress affects the skin and hair, too much of it can damage your body." as rook examines you, vil notices your body twitch but does not wake up. he sighs, heels clicking against the floors to clean the papers.
"if that is the case," he resumes, "pushing herself until she collapses like this is highly inefficient. true beauty requires proper rest, but right now she's an ugly mess."
"then we shall let her sleep until she awakens!" rook beams, already fluffing up a blanket to drape over you. before vil even could ask where he got the blanket, it was already comfortably on top of you.
once you've settled, vil sighs and stares at you while rook makes his exit. his fingers curl under your chin to get a good look at you, "don't neglect yourself like this, darling...it's not good for you or your body."
he ends up staying with you for a little longer before returning to his room, leaving a hand lingering against your skin as he straightens.
"we will be discussing your sleeping habits next thing tomorrow...for now," vil tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, "sleep well, prefect~ rook will be here when you awake."
★ IDIA SHROUD
ignihyde lounge was dimly lit by the blue screens that illuminated the room and the small flicker of computers. it was quiet, almost too quiet. the faint humming from a certain housewarden filled the silence.
it wasn't like idia wanted to step outside of the comfort of his room.. during these hours―the clocks read three am on the dot and idia was in desperate need of a midnight snack. he was mumbling under his breath about what he should order until he felt the presence of another.
his eyes squint on the couch in the middle of the lounge, seeing the hair of a familiar person. he steps closer, carefully, already alarmed and ready to activate the intruder alarms if necessary.
how could anyone just waltz into the ignihyde dorm undetected. does idia have to tweak with the security again? ugh, he wishes he doesn't and his eyes are playing tricks on him.
idia finally reaches the couch, blue hair peaks over to spot―
"yuu?" he whispered loudly, covering lips immediately after with his hands and ducks behind the couch again.
"what is the prefect doing at ignihyde? did ortho let them in without tel-wait a a minute―why are they still here?! it's past midnight!!? pause...was she?"
he blinks, peaking out once more to look at you again. fast asleep, on the couch, papers and pens scattered across the table and floor. idia looks around at the empty lounge, then back at you.
your breathing is steady, arms dangling off the couch and your legs curled comfortably to your chest. he blinks, hair flickering, "is that... comfortable?"
another pause.
"well...this is awkward." but as awkward as he is, something inside idia shifts the longer he looks at you.
your not just asleep, your crashed. like a video game on its last level done. he can tell just by the way your positioned and snoring. your grip on your pen loose and papers mixed together like you fought back even the thought of sleep.
"damn... you must've been grinding hard to manage a sleep like this..."
wait a minute, UGH AM I BEING A WEIRDO? STARING AT THE PREFECT WHILE SHE'S ASLEEP?? awh, man i hate this!
idia fumbles with his fingers, the thought of a midnight far from his mind as he thought about what to do. his hands hover and pull back just to hover over you again.
"ugh, what do norms do in a situation like this? just take me now!...but i can't leave her like this..."
oh, poor idia. he carefully leans over to pull you back to rest properly against the couch as you snort and he panics, letting you go limp against the cushions again but at least your laying on your back.
"ok...step one, done." he mumbles to himself as he circles around the couch to fully face you. he takes the papers and pens acarrer across the table and places them back in your back, silently apologizing over and over for touching your stuff.
now he stares at the blanket close by, sighing heavily he grabs it and gently drapes it over you, like you're a delicate piece of technology worth trillions of thaumarks.
"you...really trust this place enough to crash here?...huh, werido."
idia, please, let the girl sleep.
he steps back on his heels and hugs himself, unsure what to do now. does he still order take out? he feels obligated to get your something when you wake up, maybe a easy breakfast?
he simply sighs, pulling out his tablet before taking on the final look at you. curled up in his dorm blanket, body relaxed and posture now straight.
"...you owe me, big-time." and walks off, shutting off all the bright lights with a single click of his tablet.
don't be alarmed when you see ortho in your face the next morning with breakfast, happily saying idia ordered or for you. he will deny it to his core.
★ MALLEUS DRACONIA
rain taps lightly against the stone ceiling of the garden arbor your sitting against, head leaning against the railing and your book forgotten on your lap. backpack leaning against your side like a small blanket, the sound of the rain soothing you to slumber.
the sun was still out, but it was softly spitting―it's an odd sight seeing someone fast asleep in this weather. however, a certain dragon heir was the only one to witness such a scene.
"... child of man?" his deep voice rumbles over the pitter patter of the rain, arms folded with a hand hovering over his cheek as he stares at you. eyes wide and lips dropped to a small pout, like he's more curious than concerned.
you don't answer, he's just greeted with a soft snore and he simply laughs. he notices your backpack and paper, untouched and prepped on your lap.
"so, this is where you've hidden yourself?" he mused, stepping closer to your sleeping figure. there's no rush in his movements, he is calm and gentle.
you haven't stirred when he reaches you, not even a mumble. that's when he realizes the scenario. you aren't simply "taking a nap" you're exhausted from head to toe. he can sense it, just by staring at you.
"you must have overworked yourself again, dear child..." his voice hushed instinctively, looking back at the empty courtyard and back at you, "to fall asleep in such positions."
a hand hovers over your cheek, fingers tickling your skin as he trails down and takes your papers from your lap and sets them aside, allowing himself to sit beside you.
and as if on command, he notices your body leaning back, about to fall backwards to the ground. he catches you with a sharp gasp, your figure falling back to his lap. your head against his thighs, arms curled under your chin as your still asleep.
how on earth―
malleus chuckles after a few moments, fingers combing through the hair to calm himself. "what a curious human you are,"
he pauses, smiling softly still strong lovingly down at you
"very well," he whispers, "i shall stay with you until you waken..."
no one bothers.
no one dares too.
only lilia, who came searching for the heir of briar valley when sebek nor silver could find him and cooed at the sight. they both now, stayed with you until you woke up from what you can call the best sleep of your life.
IN WHICH; yuu hands each housewarden a rose for valentine's day, because everyone deserves to feel loved and appreciated.
AUTHOR'S NOTE; while coming up with this idea i saw this more as a platonic post; only because valentines day isn't just about couples―it's about showing you love and gratitude to your loved ones as well, may that be friends, family, pets and many more <3 however, you can see this romantically as well, however you perfer, ill try to aim for both !! happy valentines everyone !! 🏹+˚*˙✧💘
FEATURING; riddle , leona , azul , kalim , vil , idia & malleus + special addition
CONTENT; valentines day event , platonic/romantic, fluff , sfw , gets them in the feels ehwhehewhahwh , unedited writing , lowercase , now that i reread it no one can tell of this is romantic or platonic, lets think of this as a crush stage HAUAHSHA.
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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS ;
you wait until the dorm is quiet, almost too quiet, your heels click against the hard wood floors of the heartslabyul dorm with determined steps. grim followed close behind, dragging his paws as he tried to keep up with you―complaining about all the walking you've been doing and how hungry he is, whining about dumb all of this is, not really having the knowledge about what valentines day is. nor did he really care, you were sure he was going to change his mind sooner then later.
upon reaching your destination, you tap your knuckles against the wooden door of riddle's room―your first out of seven visits. hearing the voice of the housewarden, you turn the handle to open the door. there he was, riddle was sitting at his desk―posture perfect, uniform clean and ironed, pen gliding gracefully on the paper in front of him. when you stepped inside, he looks up at you immediately.
"good afternoon, yuu." he greets you with a soft smile, noticing your hands behind your back he arched a brow suddenly. "is something the matter?" grim strolls inside, finally, climbing on riddles bed and sitting up, staring back at the housewarden. before riddle could kick him off, you revealed a large, beautiful bouquet of red roses―presenting it before him.
he freezes, still as a statute as you step closer to him, offering him the flower. he stares at you, posture broken just a nudge. "a ..a rose?" he finally speaks, more of a whisper but you smile fondly at the boy. his hand hesitates before taking the rose from you, the stem shaky in his nervous hands. his fingers brush yours just barely, but enough to make the tips of his ears turn pink.
"you're...gifting this to me, yes?" he observes the flower, "did you pick these from the garden―?" you cut him off with a chuckle and a head shake, explaining you bought these off of sam. he lets out a soft exhale of relief before coming back to the main topic―you handing him a rose.
his shoulders soften, letting himself relax as he takes a sniff of the rose; of course it was real. the strict dorm leader lets the feelings in his chest melt. "in that case," he starts with a soft smile, "i shall treasure this appropriately. thank you, yuu"
you nod, waving him away as you slip out of his room with grim following close behind. riddle stares at the rose, smiling to himself as he places it in his empty vase on his desk. ever so often during the week he'll smile at the single flower before continuing his day.
LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ;
"you're really giving a rose to LEONA? you're just asking to get laughed at, hah!!!" grim judges, the entire walk to the hall of mirrors he was trying to convince you to turn around and go to another dorm, but you comfortably push past the dire beast and enter the savanaclaw mirror.
you find him at the spelldrive field, running drills with the team you found this to be the perfect opportunity with everyone distracted. leona was aware of your presence, smelling you a mile away―even when ruggie yelled your name with a happy smile before going back to practice. leona turns to face you, hair tied in a perfect ponytail, a strand of hair down his face and a straight face.
leona doesn't even have to ask why you're here, clocking your intentions in a second when he eyes the bouquet of roses―raising a brow at you. "what do you want, herbivore?" although he already knew what you wanted, you pulled a single rose from the large bouquet and presented it to him.
at first, he didn't take it. he just stared at you―not in a judgement way, but in a way he thinks you're planning something. "for you," you speak up when it's silent for a little bit. grim was busy with epel and ruggie; throwing the spelldrive disk back and forth, so you waited for leona to take the rose.
"what am i supposed to do with that?" he asks, eyeing you and the rose in your hand lazily. you knew he was going to be a tad bit difficult, but you were prepared for it. "you can keep it? it's always nice to keep a flower in your room for decoration, yah?"
he snorts...but when he saw you pull back to place it in his bouquet, he snatched your wrist quickly―gently and firm, "i didn't say i wouldn't take it."
he finally takes the flower from your hold, twisting the stem with his fingers you give him a happy smile. he didn't blush, but his chest shifted at the sight of your beaming face when he took the rose. "you givin' these to everyone?" he asks, like he already knew.
you nod, honestly not surprised he already figured you out. he grumbles under his breath, "so im not special?" he teases, lips curled in a smug smile and you panicked. "you are, leona. you're very special...to me, anyways." the last part was a whisper, but leona heard you. he always does. his ear twitched, but he didn't show his surprised reaction.
he wasn't expecting that response; instead he leaned down and close to your face with a sly smile. "oh yah? then stay a minute and help me out ya?"
he hands you back the rose and pushes his hair behind this ear, you piece the puzzle rather quickly when he kneels down to make it easier for you to reach his ear.
slowly and delicately; you brush your fingers down his hair and behind his ear before placing the rose behind it. with a happy smile you pull back and admire his beauty. "beautiful~" you sang, taking the bouquet and waved him off. calling for grim, the dire beast came running to your side. leona waves back with a small gesture before returning back to practice―yes, ruggie definitely teased him. but did he care....
no.
AZUL ASHENGROTTO ;
the smell of the mostly lounge was just as pleasant as the greeting jade gave you as you entered, floyd leaning on his brother's shoulders as he flashes you a toothy smile. "ah, what'cha got there, shrimpy~?"
you simply ask jade for azul's current whereabouts, and the eel was smiling down at you. where he always is, of course. was your answer, and you didn't ask anymore questions after―instead you handed them both a rose as well; with grim on your shoulder you glide past them with soft clacks of your heels toward azul's vip lounge.
floyd simply walks off, not pleased with the fact you didn't answer his question but jade still had that grin on his face; following his brother close behind to continue managing the mostro lounge.
you've reached the room, upon entering azul was so caught up in his contracts he barely heard you walk in. the manager adjusts his glasses as you step in front of his desk, a happy smile on your face.
"ah, dear yuu~" he has that time of voice that would make other students nervous but not you―you were used to it. "to what do i owe the sudden visit?"
that's the moment you pluck a rose from the bouquet and present it to him. the boy blinks at you, script crumbles when you smile at him with that smile you know gets him nervous.
"for you!" you beamed.
"is this..." he takes the rose with a hesitant hand, "a transaction?"
you chuckle with a shake of your head. "you expect...no compensation?" he asks, and you shake your head again. "only seeing the smile on your face!" you tease, and to tie surprise not a moment later...he smiles.
not his usual business smile, a genuine, soft and warm smile. "my, dear yuu, must you spoil me like this~" you turn around to wave him goodbye, not without smirking while walking out with grim close behind.
after azul bids you adieu, he quickly turned on his desk chair and held his chest―ears and cheeks a bright pink as he stares at the rose in his hand.
god, the things you do to do this man.
KALIM AL-ASIM ;
the scarabia dorm was hot, as it always is, but upon entering the lounge it was quite cooler. kalim and jamil were the only two students in the lounge at this moment, the younger boy had a huge smile on his lips as he stuffed his face with jamil's cooking ― completely unaware of your arrival.
that is, until jamil eyes you whilst taking a bite of his curry. before he could speak, grim came running toward the two boys with hearts in his eyes upon seeing the food.
"kalim!" you called out for the boy with a happy smile. kalim's head turned so fast jamil thought he broke his neck but seeing him stand and run to you with a happy smile and arms extended for a hug he sighs in relief before shooing grim away from his lunch.
"YUU! hi, what are you doing here!!?? no one told me you'd be visiting, oh sorry for the mess ! we were just finishing lunch and―" kalim stops mid-sentence, a smile forced its way to your lips when he pulled back to look at you. "what's behind your back? is it a present? OH, did i ruin the surprise, i'm so sorry!!" he pauses, "wait, is it for me?"
you sighed, chuckling at his excitement, you revealed the bouquet of roses in your hands and plucked a single one for him.
"here hun," you mummer as you present it to the boy. kalim smiles happily, taking the rose like it's the most delicate item in all of twisted wonderland and gasps. "thank you, yuu! this is―wait, i have just the thing for this!!"
cue kailm zooming out of the lounge past you, jamil immediately on his feet to rush after him and scold him for running without warning until he comes back, much to jamil's comfort the older boy sighs and falls back down on the cushions.
the housewarden of scarabia rushes back to your side with a beautiful, golden, shiny vase from his mother. a gift for a gift, he thinks. he places the rose inside and smiles at you, "there! a beautiful gift like this deserves to be presented in the sunshine!*
you both giggle, thanking you once again he hugs you, twirling the both of you in the same spot before grims voice boomed across the lounge. he said your burning daylight dancing around in the same spot over and over, get a move on henchman!!
kalim pouts, saying how much he missed seeing you around and wanted you to stay longer....much to jamil's disapproval because that means more cooking for him to do, but you couldn't stay.
instead of leaving the boy upset, you pluck another rose from the bouquet and hand it to kalim before whispering in his ear.
walking out of scarabia's lounge you smile to yourself as you follow grim. the young housewarden rushes to his friends side with a rose in hand and cheers about how yuu wanted to give him one as well! the older boy was taken aback, but appreciated it none the less...making sure to keep them alive until they eventually wither.
VIL SCHOENHEIT ;
upon entering pomefiore's lounge you're greeted with rook and epel, the hunter placing a kiss to the back of your hand you smile at the two of them. being a good mood, you picked two roses from the bouquet epel questioned you about and handed one to each of the boys.
rook, was practically on the verge of tears when you hand him the rose―going in about how ever so kind you were or... honestly he lost you for a moment.
epel accepted the rose with a soft smile, thanking you normally and looked back at rook who already tucked the rose behind his ear and asked grim how he looked.
with the three pomefiore students distracted you made your way to vil's room. a few moments of walking passed, you finally managed to reach the housewarden's room and knocked gently.
"you may enter."
confident and bold, you hear his voice through the door and open it. upon entering his room, you find vil sitting in front of his mirror mid-skincare routine, ah of course. you expect nothing less from the housewarden of pomefiore himself.
vil turns to look at you immediately and is taken aback from your presence, "ah, yuu!" he smiles, "i wasn't expecting your company this afternoon, what brings you―"
that's when he notices the bouquet behind your back, and he quirks an eyebrow. then he pieces it together, "ah, so that's what rook was crying about a few moments ago."
you chuckled, revealing the bouquet to him; your heels are soft against the carpet floor when you step towards him. you pluck a single rose from the bouquet, vil watches you present it to him.
"for all the times you helped me with my insecurities and turned them into something beautiful~"
the housewarden accepts the rose and chuckled under his breath. you turn on your heels to retrieve grim and move on to the next dorm but vil stops you, "you aren't expecting to leave without a thank you gift, were you?"
you turn to face him again, this time he is much closer then before. leaning close to your face, he places a gentle kiss to your cheek, his soft lips leaves your skin tingling. you blush slightly and your smiles wobbly.
"now, off with you. im very busy at the moment, do tell epel it's close to his skin-care routine on your way out? til your next visit, dear yuu~"
IDIA SHROUD ;
the lounge of ignihyde was pretty quiet, your first greeting was none other the ortho―bright and happy eyes meet yours and he welcomes you to the dorm.
you ask for idia, and you guessed it―preoccupied with his new video game to even realize your arrival. ortho offers to company you while you walk to idia's room, the little boy asks you about the bouquet of flowers in your hand and you simply pluck a small one from the rest and hand it to the boy.
he pauses, staring at the rose he asks if you handing it to him as a gift. you nod, and upon reaching idia's room ortho is the first to enter. before idia could even turn his chair, he sees you in the reflection of the computer screen and screeches. "what―what are you doing here? ortho, did you let them in?? why are you―" the housewarden freezes at the sight of flowers in your hand and the rose in his brothers hand.
"what―what the heck is happening?"
ortho explains what your intentions are, holding the rose close to his chest. idia stays where he is, knees tucked under his chin and hia hoodie over his head. that's when you take a step forward and lean close enough to lock eyes with idia's golden ones. he watches you pluck a rose from your bouquet and hands it to him, waiting for him to take it.
there's an awkward silence for a moment, idia's eyes wander to look behind you and at his younger brother―he seems so... happy. like this some gesture your doing means the world to him.
with that new information in his mind, idia takes the rose and twiddles with the stem. "so you just... giving these to all the npc's here?" you smiled softly, straightening your back, "only the ones that matter to me."
idia froze. your words hit him like a truck, he suddenly stutters on his words. the tips of his hair pink, but you didn't tease him about it. all you did was smile at him one last time before turning around to place a kiss on ortho's forehead and waved them goodbye.
ortho giggles as he waves, idia only staring at the rose with a blush on his face. his younger brother offers to place it in the vase with his, but idia want's to hold it a little bit longer.
just a little bit longer.
MALLEUS DRACONIA ;
"hey, yuu! why are we back at ramshackle? wasn't our last dorm..." grim pauses on his words, leaping up on the stone wall in front of your dorm you both find malleus; the housewarden of diasomnia, standing by the gate on his nightly stroll.
as you approach him, he turns to face you, expecting your presence for some time now. "greetings, child of man," he spoke with that tone of voice he always seems to give you when he finds you. "i hoped you were around, it was getting quite lonely without your company."
you didn't respond back, you only took the now almost empty bouquet of roses to your front and plucked one of the last two that remained―leaving one to blow against the cold evening wind.
malleus raised a brow, unsure of your intentions. "have you been robbed of your roses, child of man?"
you chuckled at his assumption, shaking your hand you present the rose to him. "ah! no, hornton, actually...this is for you!"
the housewarden of diasomnia blinks down at the rose in your hand, his voice soft as he repeated. "a gift...for me?"
you only nod, smiling up at him. he has a special place for that smile of yours in his heart; chuckling to himself he accepts the flower. a gloved hand brushes your fingers.
you hide your blush.
"i've been given many treasures in my life," he starts quietly, "but this isn't just a regular treasure..."
your eyes meet his, "it will die eventually, you know..." you take his hands that's holding the rose. the mahe simply chuckles, his fingers flicker with green magic―in casing the rose in a green light.
"then i shall give it life for as long as it lives." he mummers under his breath before turning on his heels. "this shall remain."
and so will the way he looks at you.
grim suddenly appears on your shoulders, the two of you watching at malleus teleport away.
he shivers slight, "man, that guy will never not give me the chills." he jumps down from your shoulder and stands on his two feet with a grin, "now, come henchman! grim the great is hungry, i have tuna back at ramshackle with my name on them!"
GRIM ;
the bouquet is lighter, the single rose loose against his paper in the bag of plastic. grim and you eat dinner first, by the window the two of you talk and talk until your both finished.
you place the dishes in the sink and stare at the single rose on the table, still in his package. you have a smile on your face as grim waddles toward you.
your eyes suddenly shift down to him, "hey, what're you looking at me like that for?" he asks, watching you walk to the rose. you take the rose and kneel down, presenting the rose to the beast.
"for you," you whisper with a soft smile.
grim stares at you,
"...that....that's the last one, isn't it?"
you simply nod, watching as he takes the rose from your fingers with his paws. he laughs triumphantly, holding the rose up like he's won a trophy. "heh, of course it is! you always save the best for last! which makes me the best!"
that's when his tail swishes slower, falling to the wooden floor he looks up at you, "you didn't save on for yourself?"
you shake your head, taking the empty wrapping of the bouquet and tossing it in the trash. "it's no matter, as long as you know i love you, that's the only gift i want."
girm huffs, watching as you leave the room to get ready for bed. that's when he looks back at the rose and gets a great idea!
that night, you're fast asleep. grim carefully jumps to your bed from his and places the petal of roses on your nightstand spelling out the words, "love"...to the best of his ability, he grumbles here and there whole he struggles but eventually manages to reach his goal.
with a proud smile, grim cuddles up in your arms and you instinctively pull him to your chest in your sleep. his tail wraps around your bicep as he falls asleep in your arms.
if you ever feel like nobody loves you, just know grim will be by your side to prove you wrong...even if he has his own ways of showing it.
end notes ; ALL THE WRITING PAST LEONAS DIDN'T SAVE SO I HAD REWRITE IT ALL OVER AGAIN ONGGGG anyways, omg grim my child i love him. i hope you all likes this AND HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL AND WORTHY OF LOVE !!!
I absolutely adore your writing and saw that your requests were open so was wondering whether I could request a crack drabble/one shot (I’m not actually sure what the difference between the two is) for Leona with a female s/o who slaps a wax strip on his leg before he realises and then attempts to run etc ?
Thank you!! ✨❤️
【❝A Hairy Situation❞】
【Synopsis: In which Leona’s scheming girlfriend — that being you — decide to play a prank on him that goes horribly wrong】
【Featuring: Leona Kingscholar】
【Tags: fem reader, established relationship, crackfic, Leona has hairy ass legs bc I said so (he’s just like me fr), reader is a hall of fame menace to society, Leona curses at reader a few times but it’s pretty warranted tbh, no beta, possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed anything】
【Word count: 1k】
【a/n: hi hi anon! I’m so so glad you’ve been enjoying my writing and I hope you like this one too! I’ve always had crazy hairy legs, but I’m too much of a baby to wax them lol! Like, I’ll go through the arduous process of shaving them every now and again, but I can’t for the life of me even dare to think about waxing them! I’m a big baby when it comes to pain, so waxing is a no go! Anyway, enough about my leg hair woes. Thank you again for the kind words and I hope you enjoy anon! o(｀ω´ )o】
The lion does not concern himself with the antics of his girlfriend.
Leona is a magnanimous boyfriend. For the most part, he lets you do what you want without question. Of course, he doesn't let you get yourself into any trouble and has firm boundaries about what is and isn't allowed in your relationship, but other than that, you're free to do as you please.
Perhaps Leona offers you too much freedom, lets you get away with a bit too much.
You'd try to pull one over on him plenty of times before, but he always managed to sniff out your plans before that came to fruition. One time, you got the bright idea of putting a bunch of cute clips and accessories in Leona's hair while he was sleeping — in reality, he was just pretending — and even then, he knew something was up. Before the first bow even found its way into his dark curls, he was awake and staring back at you with an unamused expression.
Suffice it to say, Leona knows when you're up to something. Call it a sixth sense, or a lion's intuition, whichever way you slice it, he's always one step ahead.
Well, usually he is.
This time, you actually managed to catch Leona off guard. He was actually asleep, peacefully dozing away while you were getting ready to execute your evil plans. What plans, you might ask? Your plans to prank Leona by waxing his legs while he was totally unaware.
Would this little prank send your poor boyfriend into a rage? Absolutely, but it would be funny and that's what matters. Whatever consequences this stunt will entail would be worth it for a good laugh. Plus, it's not like Leona's leg hair won't grow back, so it's not like any permanent damage is being done.
Quietly, you approach the sleeping lion, one half over your mouth to stifle your giggles while the other clutches at the wax strips you bought solely for this prank. Thankfully, the recent heat made your task somewhat easier, since Leona had taken to wearing shorts rather than his usual pajama pants.
Right there before your eyes, in all their hairy glory, were your boyfriend's beautifully toned legs. For a brief moment, you feel a tinge of guilt for what you were about to do, but the feeling disappears just as quickly as it reared its head. You've come this far, and you're not about to back out now.
Slowly and carefully, you apply the wax strip along the curve of Leona's calf, silently fighting back the urge to feel up the firm muscles beneath his skin as you smooth it against his skin. You freeze every time he stirs, just about pissing your pants every time he so much as breathes too hard. After a few agonizing moments, the wax strip is perfectly applied, just waiting to be ripped off by yours truly.
"What in the world are you doing?" The deep, groggy voice of none other than a newly awakened Leona staring you down like you're just some unfortunate prey animal that happens to stumble into his path.
"Uhhhh, nothing." It's an obvious lie, one that you don't expect Leona to believe for a single second. He's always been able to sniff out your lies, so there was really no point in even trying to pull the rule over his eyes.
You've been caught red-handed. There's no way you'll be able to complete your plan now, but maybe, just maybe, it's not too late. If you just pull the trigger, if you rip off the bandaid and run, then you can still complete what you originally came here for!
You move as quickly as you can, pinching the edge of the wax strip plastered along the length of his leg. Unfortunately, Leona is much quicker than you. In the blink of an eye, he realizes what you were planning and practically jumps out of bed, scrambling to get as far away from you as possible.
"Oh no you don't, you little shit! Are you serious? Of all the stunts you can pull, you chose this?" This was, of course, the reaction you expected. Leona could never be mad at you for very long, but you couldn't exactly blame him for being cross with you over this. I mean, if he'd try to pull something like this with you, you'd rightfully be pretty pissed.
"What? Are you telling me you don't want silky-smooth legs, Leona?"
"NO! I like my legs just the way they are, and I'm not about to change them now!"
"Not ever for me? What if I asked you to wax them for me?"
"Well, you'd be shit outta luck, because it's not happening!"
"How do you plan to get the wax strip off, then? C'mere and let me take if off for you, Leona. I promise it won't hurt… too much." Slowly, you once forward, stalking down the lion until he was crowded against his bedroom door. Surprisingly, getting caught turned this into a much more interesting ordeal.
"STAY AWAY!" With one last warning, Leona bolts out of the door. He's fast, but that doesn't stop you from giving chase anyway. You bump into Ruggie in the hall in your pursuit, but his screams at you and Leona to stop running around in the halls fall on deaf ears.
In an ironic twist of fate, the predator became the prey. No one was quite sure what led you to chase the poor Housewarden through the halls of the Savanaclaw dorm, but they didn't dare intervene in whatever the two of you were getting up to.
Legend has it that a deafening scream was heard hours later and a patch of hair was missing from Leona's leg the next day. If anyone were to ask, he'd tell them to kick rocks and mind their own damn business. You, however, know the truth of the matter and will never ever let Leona live this down, and he will always give you grief for it.
