used to sleeping alone in his huge bed, leona kingscholar canât help but find himself stuck in place in your embrace.
the huge space beside leona was occupied tonight⊠by you.
he was used to having all the space to himself, and you were used to hugging a pillow or a stuffed toy to keep you company at night in your sleep.
so, when you slept together with leona for the first time, you suddenly snuggled close to him in the middle of the night, waking him up from his usually extremely deep slumber.
leona couldnât move in his place for hours, and itâs the first time in his lazy life he has been awake for hours. he has been caged in your arm that you have set on top and wrapped around his body.
he was suddenly conscious by the pace of his breath, the beat of his heart, and the sound of your snores.
you were cuddling him without even meaning toâcurse it all if you remember this in the morning, more so if you wake up still in this position.
shit, is all leona could think about as he stared into the ceiling for hours until finally drifting back to sleep.
leona would never admit he got flustered by what happenedâshocked, perhapsâ, lest if it was all a dream, how embarrassing for a prince like him to conjure a nightmare like that.
though itâs for sure the very morning after (since it was, fortunately or unfortunately, not a dream), when you wake up to find yourself hugging the arrogant lion prince and you profusely apologized for your arrogant act, he makes sure to tease you about it.
as if he didnât lose hours of sleep trying his best not to move. oh, leona.
thinking about how leona kingscholar would listen to you yap all day, under a tree, as he dozes off to the sweet, comforting, familiar sound of your voice (heâs fighting against it, he swears).
leona leans against the bark of the tree with his eyes closed, his arms propped up behind his head. your head lie on his lap as you fiddle with the soft fur of his tail, talking and talking like thereâs no end to your tale.
leona is amused by how theatrical you are with your elaborate storytelling about what went on with your day. he chuckles softly, his canine tooth showing through the small parting of his lips.
one moment, heâs laughing, the next, heâs already snoring.
leonaâs eyes fluttered open as your weight disappeared from his lapâseeing you sit up straight with your arms crossed, brows furrowed, and lips formed in a frown.
âyouâre sulkinâ,â leona says, as a matter of fact, shifting in his seat.
you rolled your eyes at him. âwere you even listening?â
he scoffs in arrogance. ââcourse i was. you were tellinâ me how youâd have gotten more sleep if only your duo in alchemy wasnât a pain in the ass.â
a smile made its way to your lips, and you playfully hit his thigh.
âthought you left me off for dreamland.â
leona takes your wrist and pulls you close to him. he leans close to your neck and breathes, âyâknow iâll never doze off to your ramblings, yeah?â then he plants a kiss on the corner of your jaw.
he backs away for a bit and stares into your eyes. you could see how sleepy he is by the droop of his eyesânot that he was ever not sleepy, anyway. but you appreciate him staying awake just to listen to you talk.
âliar,â you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close again, your noses almost touching. ââŠi donât mind if you drift off, anyway. iâm already happy youâre here.â
leonaâs eyes showed a glint of mischief, and the next second, his sharp teeth were grazing the skin of your lips as he crashed his lips onto yours.
you clutch his collar tighter, and a muffled groan escapes leonaâs lips. he takes hold of your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.
pulling away, he had a smug look on his pretty face. âwhat? canât talk anymore?â
you gave him a quick kiss. âless talking, more kisses.â
âand here i thought youâre gonna yap all day.â
still, he gave you what you wanted. more kisses for now, the talking can be continued later.
right now, heâs fully awake. later⊠youâre not so sure if heâd still be when you start yapping again.
Fucking applause to The Pitt for showing that the ICE agent's reaction to being reprimanded by someone he couldn't belittle was to turn around and be violent and aggressive on people he did think were beneath him. What a piece of shit. And what a real and honest portrayal.
dk if you still do request but could you do one with floyd leech wrapping his tail around and kissing on the cheek? if you don't want to then that's fine
Ofc !! One fishy cheek kiss coming uppp <3
first time drawing Floyd so hope he looks normal lmao
Surprise, I only had to proof read this part. Also holy shit yall thank you for the reception on this, I was not expecting people to like it this much! And it pushed me over into 500 followers which is amazing and I love you all, thanks for being so kind to my maladaptive daydreaming put to paperđ«¶
Anyways, I've got one maaaybe two more parts for yall after this, so just lemme know if you wanna be tagged in the next one and I'll put you on my list
After Leona got off the phone with the hotel, the long drive down the road from the palace was silent, save your phone buzzing incessantly every thirty seconds, followed by you frantically typing things. Leona glanced over on occasion, trying to catch who was trying to call you, but you denied the calls to quickly to tell.
âYour friends?â He guessed quietly, making you jump, as if youâd forgotten he was next to you.
You hesitated for a second before grumbling and denying another call. âYeah... made the mistake of texting the group chat to see if anyone had an extra bed in case you... wanted to stay.â
He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he turned into downtown. âI didnât even want to come in the first place, why the hell would I care about staying?â He glanced over as your phone started to buzz again. âJust answer it. Put some minds at ease so theyâll leave you the fuck alone.â
You sighed heavily before nodding, answering the video call. Immediately three voices shouted through the silence of the car, making you flinch.
âYouâre going to get arrested if you do that, dude!â Deuce shouted from the background.
âYeah, and?!â Ace shot back, also in the background.
âHenchman!â Grim said excitedly, grinning as he saw you, probably having stolen Aceâs phone. âWhere are ya? Weâre gonna come pick you up!â
âDonât worry about it, guys.â You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. âWe figured it out... well, Leona figured it out.â
âPrince lazybones himself?â Ace scoffed from the background. âYeah right!â
Leona reached over, grabbing your wrist to put the camera in front of him. âWatch your tone, frosh.â He glared at them through the camera for a second, making Ace jump back as if he could reach through the phone.
You pulled your hand back, smacking him lightly as you did. âItâs fine, Iâm fine, you donât have to come get me. Weâre not staying at the palace anymore.â
âYou know weâll come get you if you need us to, right?â Deuce asked, leaning into the frame. He looked worried.
âI know, and I appreciate it, but itâs not necessary right now.â You sighed, trying to give them a reassuring smile. âYouâll be the first to know if that changes, promise.â
âAnd youâre not just saying that because Leonaâs right there, right?â Grim asked hesitantly.
âNo, Iâm not just saying it because Leonaâs right here.â You scoffed. âIâm fine, I promise. Sorry for freaking you guys out.â
âAlright... keep us updated, got it?â Ace said, shucking off his jacket again.
âGot it. Good night boys.â
They said their good nights before you hung up the call, sighing as you plopped your phone back into your lap, turning to watch the city go by.
âShame theyâre not better mages,â Leona mused casually, âIâm pretty sure theyâd be willing to kill someone for you.â
You grinned at the jab, and the thought. âYeah, I know.â
..
Leona stopped at a hotel on the opposite side of town, different from the one youâd stayed at when you were in town for the Cloudcalling. He got out first to speak to the valet, who looked entirely flustered to be talking to one of the princes. You opened your door and Leona took a step back towards you, holding a hand out to help you out without breaking eye contact with the valet. As you took his hand, he tossed the valet his keys and turned to pull you to your feet before reaching his arm around to put a hand on your back to guide you into the building. The staff immediately perked up when he walked inside, the woman at the counter looked like she might bolt as he approached. You hung back slightly as he went to talk to her, crossing your arms over your chest as you looked around. It was definitely a nicer hotel, nicer than any youâd ever been to outside the Sunset Savanna anyways. You followed after him when he motioned to you, letting him lead the way to the elevators, not having to wait for it when you got there. The two of you fell back into a tense silence as you rode the elevator up to the top floor, Leona leading you to one of the two rooms there. Either by quick hands or magic, your bags were already waiting for you in the room that looked more like an apartment than a hotel. Bar, huge couch, long dining table, there was even a terrace with a hot tub that overlooked the savanna beyond the city. Leona scooped the bags off the floor and carried them into another room, leaving you to look around, almost afraid to touch anything. You were peeking in the fridge at the snacks and drinks the hotel had when Leona came back, sitting at a stool at the island behind you, tucking his hand against his neck to lean into his arm on the counter.
âHeâs full of shit, you know.â He mumbled as you closed the fridge and turned around to join him.
âWho, Falena?â You asked, crossing your arms onto the counter to lean across from him.
He nodded slightly, looking out the window. âJust wanna make sure you know that.â
You sighed, turning your head to look out the window yourself. âIs he, though?â You asked quietly, not turning your head as you felt his eyes on you again. âI mean, itâs not like weâre dating, so he wasnât wrong to say Iâm not your mate. I donât even know what constitutes a âproper mateâ so I have no idea if heâs full of shit on that front.â
You could just barely hear a little growl behind his scoff, glancing over for a second to see one of his flattened ears twitch irritably. âArchaic bullshit that he didnât even follow is what constitutes a âproper mate.â Hard to tell if he thinks youâre not good enough because youâre human or because youâre from a different world.â
You hummed slightly in understanding. âSucks though... I thought they liked me.â
âFuck em.â He spat, his tail swishing softly against the back of the stool. âTheir opinion doesnât fucking matter.â
âIt does to me.â
âIt shouldnât because itâs wrong.â He snapped, getting you to look at him finally. There was an intensity behind his eyes that you hadnât seen since just before his overblot, but this felt different. âWho gives a shit that you ainât a lioness or that youâre from some other world? Not me. So it shouldnât matter to them either.â
âYouâre getting worked up about this.â You muttered, keeping your voice cool.
âBecause Iâm pissed.â He snapped back, glaring out the window again. âBastard canât just let me make decisions with my life, always has to have some fucking complaint about it.â
âIâm a decision?â
His eyes snapped back to yours at a speed that couldnât be mistaken as casual, hesitating for a second before clicking his tongue and looking away again. ââS late, Iâm tired. Câmon.â He rose from his stool, motioning for you to follow him.
You hesitated for a moment before pushing off the counter and moving to follow him back into the bedroom, barely through the threshold when he tossed your toiletries bag to you. You rolled your eyes at him, giving him a little smirk before moving into the bathroom to get ready for bed. Youâd just gotten the last of your makeup off when Leona came in to join you at the other sink to brush his teeth, the two of you getting ready in silence. You waited until he had moved on to wiping off his own makeup, spitting out your toothpaste and looking at him in the mirror.
âYou didnât answer my question.â You pointed out softly as you rinsed your toothbrush.
âWas a dumb question.â He huffed, tossing the used makeup wipe and reaching behind his neck to unclasp necklaces.
âIâd still like an answer.â You sighed, shuffling over to take out his braids.
He hesitated for a second, looking over your face as he pulled a necklace off to toss on the counter. âI canât.â
âWhy not?â You asked, watching him shiver as you carded your fingers through his hair to pull loose the last of one of the braids before moving on to the other.
He caught your hand before you could get to it, holding it between the two of you for a moment before pulling it to his chest, eyes boring into yours. âHe wasnât wrong about me not wanting to claim you as my mate, but he was wrong about the reason.â
âWhatâs the reason?â
âYouâre leaving.â He growled softly, looking almost hurt. âHow do you expect me to put all my love and trust into someone who ainât even gonna be here by the time summer rolls around?â
âYouâre putting a surprising amount of faith in Crowley.â You joked softly.
âIâm serious, Yuu.â He leaned in closer, trapping you against the counter. âThe only reason I donât claim you right now is because you being here is fucking temporary, and we both know it. I canât bet everything I have against Crowley figuring it out.â
You sighed, prying your hand out of his grasp. He took a half step back, expecting you to leave, eyes drifting to the counter as he did. But, to his surprise, you reached up, pulling the clasp off the other braid and gently untwisted it. The hand that was still leaning on the counter slid over to land on your hip as you dragged your fingers through his hair.
âWould it change anything if I told you that I have zero faith in Crowley at this point?â You whispered, reaching around his neck to take off the last of his necklaces as he stepped back into place to trap you against the counter. âMotherfuckerâs on another tropical vacation for the holiday. And every time Iâve asked about him finding me a way home, he gets this look on his face like he forgot about it. So I stopped asking.â You rolled your eyes, setting the last two necklaces on the counter. âI started actually taking my classes seriously back before the winter holiday cause Iâm almost a hundred percent sure Iâm gonna be here next year, Epel, Ace, and Deuce are making plans for me to bounce between their houses during summer vacation. I was gonna ask Shani what she thought about me staying with you guys for a few weeks during the summer, but I guess thatâs off the table now.â You looked up, catching his eye again and giving him a small smile. âI donât know what the hell Iâm supposed to do about after graduation, but Iâm sure Iâll figure something out.â
âThat doesnât change anything.â He sighed, hand flexing at your hip for a second as he thought. âIf he finds you a way home, why wouldnât you take it?â
You thought for a second, reaching up to slide the shawl out of his jacket. âHave I told you my biggest fear?â
âDonât change the subject, Herbivore.â
âIâm not, I swear!â You chuckled, carefully folding the shawl as you spoke. âMy biggest fear is that Crowley finds me a way home and thereâs just... nothing there for me anymore. Everyone thought I was dead and moved on, or maybe this is some isekai situation and I did die, and if I go back theyâll wonder how I crawled out of the grave, and Iâll have the same problem of not existing there that I do here. And that I left this world, with the best friends Iâve ever had, for nothing with no way back.â You huffed out a humorless laugh as you reached back to set the shawl on the counter next to his jewelry. âI worry about it every day. I donât know how Iâd tell him no if he offered me a way back at this point, but... the longer I go without a way home, the less I want to find one.â
âSo whatâs your answer?â
âI⊠I think at this point if Crowley found me a way home, I would probably say no.â You explained slowly.
âYou think?â
âIâm so scared of going back to nothing.â You whispered, as if you were afraid to face it. âI have a home here, Grim is my family at this point, I have actual ride or die friends here... Youâre here. I donât want to leave everything behind, never to return, I donât think I can do it again.â
âSwear.â His fingers suddenly tightened on your hip as he stared into your eyes, trying to find any indication you were lying. âSwear that if he gives you the option, you wonât take it.â It was the biggest promise of your life, it would change everything.
You didnât hesitate in making it. âI swear.â
You barely got the words out before his lips crashed into yours, hungry and desperate like heâd been waiting for the excuse. His free hand reached up to tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck as he deepened the kiss, fingers digging into your hips, sharp teeth grazing against your bottom lip. When you managed to pull away for air, he trailed kisses across your jaw and down your neck, tilting your head to the side to give him more space. He hesitated at the bend between your neck and shoulder, nuzzling into it for a moment.
âYouâre staying?â He muttered against your skin as his hand moved from your hair to your other hip.
âIâm staying.â You reassured him, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair.
âYouâre staying with me?â
âIf you let me.â
He leaned back to look you in the eyes again, noses brushing against each others. âClaiming you as my mate ainât like dating.â He explained, pushing forward so his lips brushed against yours as he spoke. âYou would be mine, and every beastman and merperson and fae would know it.â
You reached up, cupping his jaw in your palms to pull him back slightly, looking him in the eyes. âIâm already yours.â
There was a light rumble in his chest as he bent down slightly to hook his hands under your thighs, hoisting you up onto the counter. He stepped between your legs, grinning as he ducked back into the bend of your neck. âSay that again.â He practically purred.
âIâm yours, Leona.â You rested your head against his, whispering it into his ear as he kissed up and down your neck.
When he got back down to the bend of your neck, you yelped as he bit down hard, hard enough to bleed. His fingers dug into your thighs as you squirmed at the sensation of his teeth sliding out of your skin, quickly replaced by his tongue gliding over the wound. A whimper slid out of your throat as he kissed back up your neck, stopping to nip at your earlobe as he pulled you to the edge of the counter, grinding his hips into yours.
âYouâre mine.â
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When you woke, Leona was draped over you, head on your bare chest, arms locked around your torso, legs tangled together under the blankets. You threaded your fingers into his hair, pulling loose a few knots heâd gotten in the night. As warm and as comfortable as you were, you had to nudge him, pulling your legs free from his.
âLeona, I gotta get up.â You mumbled into the top of his head, not missing the rumble from deep in his chest. âI swear to god, I will piss on this mattress.â
He sighed heavily, releasing your body and lifting his head to let you roll out of bed. When you came back, he was laying on his side, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up as you moved over to your suitcase, pulling out new clothes.
âWe literally have nothing to do today, get back over here.â He huffed.
âExcuse me for being hungry.â You scoffed, glancing back at him for a second as you dug for a pair of socks, noticing the smirk on his lips as he admired your figure.
âFood service is coming, theyâll leave it in the other room. Câmere.â
You sighed, dropping your clothes back into the suitcase and walking back over to the bed. He smirked up at you for a second before wrapping an arm around your thighs, pulling you back down onto the blankets. You laughed as he pulled you back over to him, tossing his phone behind him to wrap both arms around your waist. Once the two of you were settled, his eyes drifted to the bite heâd left, a satisfied hum leaving his throat as he reached up to brush a thumb around the scab.
âYou better not regret this.â He mumbled, not tearing his eyes from the bite.
You chuckled lightly, pressing a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. âIâve been waiting for you to make another move since the Cloudcalling.â
âWhat, really?â
You nodded as he finally looked back up into your eyes. âI was worried I was reading you all wrong, that you werenât actually interested.â
He barked out a sharp laugh. âI knew you were dense, but thatâs kinda sad. Even Jack knew I was into ya, I had to threaten him not to say anything.â
âStop threatening my friends!â You laughed, smacking his chest lightly.
"Tell your friends to stop being easy targets." He shot back with a sharp grin.
..
The comfortable silence you were sharing was broken by a knock on the door. Not the hotel door, the bedroom door. Leona propping himself up to look at it in confusion.
âLeona, Yuu?â A familiar voice called out from behind the door, causing Leonaâs expression to drop into a tired scowl. âYour breakfast is here, you may want to come get it before Cheka does.â
Leona growled quietly as he threw the blanket off his legs, moving over to the bags. He grabbed the clothes youâd been pulling out for yourself and tossed them to you before moving to his own bag. You pulled your clothes on quickly, wincing slightly as the collar of your shirt rubbed against the bite. You got up to make the bed as Leona pulled his shirt on, and you admired for a brief moment how rare it was to just see him in a t-shirt and jeans, despite it being the base for his dorm uniform. He caught you admiring, smirking as you tried to play it off by adjusting the blankets on the bed. He wandered over to the other side to help, grabbing his side to spread them out before tossing the pillow back into place. Once the bed was made, he wandered over to you, catching you by the waist to look you in the eyes before placing a swift kiss on your lips.
âCâmon,â he mumbled, kissing you one more time, âbefore the brat eats everything.â
âIâm ready, youâre the one whoâs not moving.â You teased, poking a knuckle into his side as you slipped out of his arms and to the door.
In a turn that surprised both of you, once the door opened, Cheka ran straight to you. He grabbed your hand, swinging it very slightly as he moved to stand next to you. You looked down at him, chuckling as you reached down to hook your finger around his necklace and gently pull it out of his mouth, Leona sliding past the two of you to get to the food cart.
âHey Cheka.â You smiled at him before glancing around the room. âWhereâs your mom?â
âOut there.â He said as he pointed to the terrace where, sure enough, Shani was sitting on the end of one of the lounge chairs. âAuntie, why are you sad?â
âIâm not sad, buddy.â You assured him, scooping him up to rest him on your hip. âI was sad yesterday, but Iâm not sad today.â
âThatâs good.â He nodded as he pulled his necklace back up to chew on the beads again, which you casually pulled back out as you walked over to Leona. âMama said you were sad, and thatâs why you and Unca arenât staying at the palace anymore. But if youâre not sad anymore, you can come stay at the palace again, right?â
âNope.â Leona spoke up from where he was fixing the two of you plates. âWe stayed there for a week and now weâre gonna stay here for a week before we go back to school.â
âOh...â Cheka sighed dejectedly. âAre you still gonna come visit?â
âI think you and your mom might come visit us.â You told him. âAnd you can ask if you can go with Kifaji to see us off when we leave.â
âOkay...â He grumbled before wiggling to get out of your hold.
You set him back on the ground, laughing as he immediately went over to Leona and tried to swipe a piece of bacon off the tray, getting his hand smacked away by a pair of tongs without Leona even having to look at him. You left them to their usual antics as you headed out to the terrace, Shaniâs head snapping up at the sound of the door opening.
âMorning.â You said simply as you closed the door behind you, moving to sit with her in the sun.
âGood morning.â She sighed. âIâm sorry to use the queen card to intrude on the two of you so early, I just had to come to offer my apologies. To you both.â
âItâs okay, Shani, I get it.â
âItâs not okay.â She sighed again, rubbing at her temples. âThe nature of your relationship is none of our business, and Falena shouldnât have gone around acting like it was. Or rather, dismissing it completely. He runs his mouth when he gets any amount of wine in him. Iâm not sure if those were his true feeling about it, but judging by the bloody nose, Iâd guess they probably were.â She reached out, placing a hand lightly on your knee and smiling. âI assure you, it is a sentiment we do not share.â
âThat... actually does make me feel better.â You huffed out a quiet laugh, turning to look out at the view of the savanna, spectacular in the light. âIt really sucks that Falena doesnât actually like or approve of me, but... Iâm glad itâs just him, I guess?â You turned back to her with a smile, which fell as you realized her eyes were on your neck. On the bite.
You didnât get a chance to say anything as Cheka opened the door to the terrace, Leona walking out with two plates before he closed it again, running over to sit next to his mom.
âReally sticking it to the man, huh Leona?â She teased, gesturing to the bite with a smirk as Leona walked over and handed you one of the plates before sitting down next to you.
âHe has nothing to do with my decision,â he growled, glaring at her slightly, âbut maybe I should thank him for inspiring the conversation.â
âIâm afraid of that ending in another fist fight.â She laughed.
âWasnât much of a fight.â He shrugged noncommittally before turning his attention to his breakfast.
âPerhaps you should consider returning to the palace for an afternoonâŠâ She mused, glancing between the two of you.
Leona glanced up, the barest amount of confusion in his eyes. âWhat, you want to watch your husband get smacked around some more?â
âNot for him.â She corrected quickly as Cheka shuffled over to you, eyeing the bacon on your plate. âI mean you should consider telling your father.â
âWhy? So he can voice his displeasure about my life choices too?â Leona huffed irritably, rolling his eyes as he ripped into a sausage. âPass.â
âHe may just be happy to see that youâre happy.â Shani offered as you handed Cheka a piece of bacon, too interested in the conversation to worry about where your food was going.
Leona scoffed, shaking his head as he glared at her again. âYou wouldnât be saying that if you ever got to talk to the old man. Where do you think Falena learned it from? Sure as shââ He cut himself off, glancing over at Cheka who looked back up at him with a curious expression, âSure wasnât Mom.â
âI wonât press the issue, but you should think about it.â She sighed. âRegardless, I am sorry for what happened last night. Falena shouldnât have been going around acting like your relationship was any of his business.â
âNot your fault.â He shrugged, turning back to his plate.
âI already told Yuu, but it is not a sentiment I share. I am happy for the both of you. If you would like to return to the palace at any point, I will deal with Falena. It is your home as well.â
Leona let out a short and dismissive hum around the food in his mouth, prompting her to stand. Cheka followed after quickly, grabbing her hand as she stepped off to the side.
âCheka and I will be at the mirror to see you off next weekend,â she said with a light smile, âjust let me know if youâd like to meet for lunch while youâre still here.â
âThanks for coming by, Shani.â You said sincerely.
She nodded, glancing to Leona for a second before turning to leave. He didnât look up at her, waiting a few moments after the terrace door closed to tear his attention away from his plate, looking at the empty spot sheâd been sitting in. You didnât press, moving to eat some of your own food as his thoughts seemed to wander away. You had wondered about his father, of course. The actual crowned king of the Sunset Savanna, Falena ruling in his fatherâs place since he became ill. Youâd heard a bit about the situation from Kifaji, but never thought it was really your place to ask questions about it. You didnât know how sick he was, what kind of condition he was in, how long he had left, you didnât even know his name. You watched Leona picking at his food out of the corner of your eye, wondering if you should even ask what he thought about it.
âMy mom wouldâve liked you.â He said suddenly. It was quiet, but not sad or longing, more like he was just stating a fact. You didnât know anything about her either, so you supposed he couldâve been for all you knew.
You leaned over slightly, pressing your shoulder into his bicep as you took a bite of your toast. He wiped his fingers on the napkin on his knee before wrapping his arm around you, pulling your head down into his shoulder and kissing the top of it. As much as you wanted his family to like you, it didnât matter as much as what he thought. And if he liked having you around enough to make you his mate, then thatâs all that mattered.
I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO USE MY WORK TO TRAIN AI
Prompt: Thereâs a myth that states our moles and birth marks are on the parts of us our past lovers kissed//loved the most. SoâŠin your next reincarnation, where would those moles appear?
A/N: Took a shot at some fresh facesâŠand eased my brain rot. Ah. I feel lighter already
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Riddle yearns for you like a gentleman watching his most desired prospect from across the ballroom. Deep down his inner rebellious twin wants nothing more than to take your lips at any given moment. To assert himself across the expanse and whisk you off where there are no distractions. That is unfortunately a daringness found only in another lifetimeâŠalthough his restraint ebbs as time chips away. He insists on holding your hand with perfect form, thumb aligned, posture straight, but the aecond he lifts your knuckles to his lips, something in him softens. There âs rebellion in the way he kisses each joint, lingering just a moment too long; thereâs yearning in the way his thumb smooths over your skin afterward. To him, your knuckles are where he first felt daring, where he learned the quiet thrill of affection that breaks one rule. Such poised affection never fails to leave your heart pounding, as does his subtle smirk each time you flush.
In the next life, a graceful rose-tinted streak stretches across your knuckles. As if someone swiped a permanent blush of color with their thumb.
ââŠIn another life, should you forget everything else⊠let there be a mark here. This is where I held you when I finally gathered the courage. I want that moment to stay.â
Trey finds your back to be the perfect resting post. He drapes across your shoulders with no need for the middle man known as permission. Hands sit at your waist ready to mold a spot and stay for hours. Yet they donât remain for long once his eyes are closed and lips trace the slope of your trapezius. Thank the gods most hours are spent in privacy, because he can never resist the urge to kiss the curve of your shoulders and linger many moments longer than appropriate.
In the next life, twin moles sit on opposite sides of your shoulders. As if someone pecked the spots in farewell before reluctantly pulling away.
âHeh⊠if weâre reborn, I hope you get a little mark on your shoulders. Thatâs where I always steady you, right? So even if Iâm not there yet, youâll feel like someoneâs got your back.â
Cater enjoys nothing more than seeing the most exposed parts of you. Candid moments that couldnât possibly be altered by anything other than him. His cheeky pecks are placed strategically over each poking bone, one finger pulling your waistband down far enough to reach his favorite place. He leaves a bite that doesnât need any effort to be hidden away. Yet he knows it is there and eagerly awaits his own matching set.
In the next life, there is a diamond shaped mark along your right hip bone. As if someone pinched the skin too long, waiting for the day their mark would finally lay down roots.
âOkay, call me cheesy, but - if we get round two at life, I hope you have a cute lilâ mark on your hip. Thatâs where I always and poke you âcause itâs, like⊠my favorite soft spot.â
Deuce seeks your lips like one does a cellphone signal on a deserted island. Your first kiss left him shipwrecked with no means of returning back to the life from which he came. He adores how you melt into him, when you grasp at his blazer for support and your knees grow weak. Your lips are more reward for his hard work than any trophy or praise. Deuce is a simple, greedy man. He will not shy from your affection once heâs been exposed to how wonderful it makes him feel. Every opportunity is seized like it might be his last, because deep down he fears that one day it may be.
In the next life, you are born with a split lower lip. As if someone latched on, biting until they were forced to let go.
âIf I mess up and we donât end up together next time⊠then maybe youâll have a mark on your lips. So youâll remember that I - I really loved kissing you. Even if I was nervous.â
Ace plays his tricks best when there is no one else around to catch him in the act. Not a soul in sight is there to steal your attention, and surely no thought or reason compares when he makes a canvas out of your stomach. He thrives on how your muscles tense with laughter, pulling you down so he can kiss from belly button to ribs. It never fails to earn all your attention, letting some linger and purposefully guiding your shirt up for better access. His attack always ends with a kiss morphed into blowing a raspberry. Your poor excuse for a glare sweeter than any fruit, and even better once it melts to a wobbly smile.
In the next life, a heart shaped birthmark sits right next to your belly button. Itâs a dead give away to your most ticklish spot, as if someone already discovered your secret and never forgot to abuse it.
âTch - fine, fine. If I gotta make a wish or whatever? Then I hope you get a mark on your stomach. âCause thatâs where I always dunk my head when you laugh like a dying seagull - yeesh! Ow! Ow! Okay! âCause itâs soft, alright?! âŠSheesh.â
Leonaâs best caught when you are unaware. Which means his most tender affection is a secret between him and your dreams. When his body is grounded by an âotherworldlyâ pressure, making reality move slow enough that sunset might never come. Not when youâre in his arms - relaxed and curled against him - and suddenly he can hold the world in his hands. Leonaâs tail purposefully coils around your waist, his fingers leather-clad and gentle as he brushes the hair from your neck. One goal on his mind once your scent hits with a wave of euphoria, and his lips brush your nape before he thinks any better of it. His lips linger - greedy for every second - as his eyes close and other senses take over. His breath against your skin, the brush of a fang, the lazy drag of his fingers along your hairline⊠this is the kind of intimacy he understands. Something simple. Something real. Something instinctive. You wake to his forehead pressed against the spot, âgenuineâ snores biding his time with his precious, âotherworldlyâ weight.
In the next life, a faint, tawny mark curls along the nape of your neck like the echo of a possessive nuzzle. Such a tender spot tucked away, your vitals protected as if the world knew someone would earn your trust and discover it. That they would protect you too.
ââŠTch. If youâre gonna forget everything else, then at least remember that spot. Itâs where I rest my head when Iâm tired. Best pillow I ever had⊠so youâll remember who you belong with.â
Ruggie has access to the tastiest snack on campus. All he has to do is slink up behind you and take a bite. His kisses are an ambush, nipping skin between his teeth with snickers getting lost in your clothes. He bides his time, waits for an opening, and like the prize at a bazaar he sucks in a large chunk of your cheek like itâs the sweetest, freshly fluffed mochi after new year. Thereâs no such thing as empty calories to this hyena, and youâre enough to stall his grumbling tummy in between meals. Heâd never say it out loud but you truly are made of âsugar, spice, and everything niceâ. Though itâs portrayed by the laughter whistling through his teeth as he peppers a few stray pecks over where he eagerly feasted.
In the next life, your cheeks dimple even when a smile isnât seen. As if someone poked the holes in place with their fangs and adored how healthily round they are.
âHeh - if we get another shot at living, I hope you keep a mark on your cheek. âCause I donâ know if Iâll be lucky enough to have you a second timeâŠstill not sure what I did to deserve the first. Iâm always squishinâ that spot anyway. Would be nice if you remembered who made ya smile.â
Jack never fails to let a kiss linger. Our greatest regrets are actions avoided. For a man built upon his dedication and restraint, those extra seconds feel like a lifetime he would willingly live over and over again. The weight of his love pressed into your temple in a gentle, yet fierce devotion. No matter the situation, he makes a point to let his lips press deep before letting himself linger those extra seconds. Itâs where he sees you thinking, worrying, dreaming. When he rests his forehead lightly against yours, itâs a gesture of trust he doesnât give to anyone else. Heâs careful with you - thumb brushing your temple when he checks if youâre tired, lips brushing the same spot when he wants to reassure you but doesnât have the courage to say it. He follows with a brief peck to ensure his point is clear before pulling away. Be it with a word with himself or one you are lucky enough to hear muttered under his breath. Jack never fails to leave a piece of him with you each time.
In the next life, a mole sits against your temple like a third eye. As if someone put every piece of themself there across a lifetime, along with their earnest wish for your safety and happiness.
ââŠIf this whole reincarnation thing is real⊠then I hope you get a mark on your temple. I donât want the next me to forget that you trusted me. Heâll work to earn it just like I have.â
Azul is a lover of shiny things. His mint coins call him to be admired and valued day by day. Yet there is no greater sparkle worth his admiration than the pearl sitting upon your left ring-finger. From the moment he dared to call you his, Azul traced circles over your finger with his thumb. Every moment he held your hand was an opportunity stolen to press a chaste kiss over where he knew a promise would soon stay. With time his plans came to fruition, yet the habit never ceased. He merely moves to the knuckle, reinstating his greatest contract with assurances of his love spoken clearly into your skin.
In the next life, a mole no bigger than a speck hides on the inside of your left ring-finger, to the side of your knuckle. Anyone who comes close enough would be remiss not to notice it. As if another was greedy enough to stake a claim over you across multiple mortal coils.
ââŠA-ah⊠well. If weâre discussing future lives, then - if itâs not too presumptuous - Iâd like a mark on your ring finger. The⊠one I was always too cowardly to claim. Maybe the next version of me will manage to say what he feels early on, so we have as much time as possible together.â
Jade loves how your lips part with bated breath. When he's found the most opportune moment to slide to your side and whisper musings into your ear. Be his words a reminder of the day or a dip into his most depraved thoughts. The context is irrelevant when what he's after is far more interesting. When his breath tickles and his hands find your waist - holding for mere moment, only to punctuate whatever he says with a kiss to the shell of your ear and pull away. You're left flush and dazed...not a word comprehended yet he can't so much as pretend to mind.
In the next life, the beauty mark behind your ear is a tough one to spot. You're hardly aware it's there most days, yet it always makes an admirable appearance when the time is right. Be it when you slip on a new pair of earrings, or brush past while tucking away a stray hair.
âMm⊠if destiny chooses to rewrite us, then I hope you have my mark upon your ear. That is where you let me whisper secrets⊠and where you always leaned closer.â
Floyd is a natural explorer. His teeth guide him where they yearn to sink in like a compass, and it is always set on where your softest parts stay hidden. He can steal a bite from your shoulder by edging your collar away, or nibble along your arms with permission granted if it means heâll go along with your tide for a time. Yet his teeth sink into your thighs without restraint whenever they can. He only has access to them when there are no other fish swimming about. He can enjoy the feel of you without regard for anything else. How itâs like biting into a pillowy marshmallow that squirms and knows him by name. Yet above all else, you taste the best when plated up for him alone.
In the next life, arced marks stretch across your inner thighs as waning crescent moons. They start off small when youâre a baby and resemble a thin strip. Yet as you age, the skin stretches and it appears as if the marks are smiling at you. As if someone is laughing each time you explain them to another. Like a game youâd never win.
âNext life? Hah! Fun! Then I want ya to have a mark riiight on your thighs. âCause thatâs where I like holdinâ ya the most. Makes ya squeak so cute~ The next me better remember exactly how to grab ya.â
Kalim feels blessed by the sun when you smile into a kiss. The way your lips pull against his and teeth knock together like bumbling youths in the hall. Such sweetness makes him richer than any man in the universe, and when you laugh? He jumps to steal your breath eagerly and holds you tight until your knees grow weak. His days are brighter when you're within arms length, and fireworks burst when you become just as greedy for his happiness. There are many things in life that Kalim has done poorly - that he will get wrong - but each time you kiss him? Well, there is no doubt he's done one move right...and that's all Kalim needs to keep going.
In the next life, a stripe of vitiligo darkens your upper lip. The contrast is notable enough to give an almost cartoonish contrast whenever you smile. It immediate catches the eye of whoever you meet, and always starts a conversation that ends with your charm on full display. As if someone felt gratitude beyond the stars that your happiness was theirs to cherish, and wanted everyone to appreciate the treasure that is your smile.
âOoh! Then I want a mark on your smiling lips! That way, even in the next life, Iâll know that Iâm the reason you look that happy!â
Jamil will kiss the length of your arms like a second calling. His vice is that there is only so much time in the day, and it isn't nearly enough to truly reach every inch of your skin. His affection is tamed until the doors are closed. Then he reaches for the first part of you he sees and all the pressure keeping his spine pulled taught exchanges with indulgence. From your fingertips, to your forearms, up your biceps - pausing to pull you closer and brush his fingertips over your shoulders. Once you've lost every thought that isn't of him, he passes the arc and continues the path down your opposite arm. He ensures each kiss is weighted, so that you will not forget them overnight and not even through the next day. If you dare lower your arms then he will hold them outwards on his own. In fact, he prefers it that way. Let him be lost in everything you taunted at length in daylight. Let him forget his troubles in you every night and he will consider it the first sign of a god's existence.
In the next life, your arms are decorated with a dusting of freckles. The contrasting sort that could not be hidden without a thick layering of oil based concealer. At a distance you are a painting to behold, covered in dotty coils that practically demand to be counted. As if someone unknown challenged all to try, knowing that their existence would be in the spotlight this lifetime.
ââŠIf we have to do this all over again, then⊠let there be my marks across your arms. Thatâs where I always touch you without thinking. Maybe the next me wonât run from that.â
Vilâs touch is unmistakably intentional, always. With you, the pretense falls away - his hands glide down your spine not to sculpt perfection, but to feel the warm, fragile life beneath his palms. He massages the tension from each vertebra with a tenderness he rarely allows the world to see. And afterward, he presses lingering kisses along the same line, a ritual he performs as if sealing devotion into your very bones. He treasures this place because your spine - straight, vulnerable, essential - reminds him that even beauty needs support, and that he wishes to be yours.
In the next life, a delicate stroke of color runs down your spine, soft as powdered henna. You never see it without feeling a strange calm, as if hands youâve never met are smoothing along your back.
âIf fate grants us a second act, then let a mark run along your spine. That is where my hands always travel after a long day⊠and where my caress tells you what words fail.â
Rook adores your inner palms with a reverence bordering on worship. To him, they are the softest, most revealing part of you - unguarded, intimate. He holds your wrist like heâs catching a falling star, guiding your hand up to his lips while maintaining unwavering eye contact. He kisses your palms not out of passion alone, but out of awe; they are the hands that have reached for him, comforted him, trusted him. In every kiss, he is declaring: I see you. I choose you. I love you. I am yours. Encore, encore.
In the next life, faint markings bloom across your palms, like jagged scars but without the pain endured to earn them. You feel warmth there whenever you stretch your hands toward something beautiful. As if they are the traces of a hunterâs devotion - his eternal vow carved into the most vulnerable part of you.
âOho! Then I wish for deux marques upon your lovely palms! So that when we meet again, mon amour, I may lift your hands, kiss them, and declare - âAh! I have found you at last, mon coeur.ââ
Epel loves flustering you - itâs a secret he poorly hides behind his boyish grin and the bite of his accent. The way your breath stutters under his lips, the warmth that blooms beneath his mouth, the hitch in your voice when he nips your collar - he lives for it. He loves to have you shivering beneath him, flustered with no two words stringing together a coherent sentence. Itâs the highest praise he can ever hope for. It proves he can affect you as deeply as you affect him. Your neck makes him feel capable, powerful, desired. When his hands cradle the sides of your throat, he isn't trying to dominate you; heâs savoring the closeness, the unspoken trust.
In the next life, a faint bite-shaped mark sits at your collar, as if someone pressed their mouth there again and again until the memory stuck. Every time heat rises to your neck in embarrassment, it stands out. As if a brazen fool forever damned decorum in one final push to be seen for the fire in their heart.
âIf weâre startinâ over again⊠then I want a mark on your neck. Right where you get all flustered. I - I like seeinâ you like that. And I want the next me to remember it.â
Idia loves the top of your head because itâs the one place he can touch without combusting from embarrassment. He pretends heâs just messing up your hair - âItâs totally a crit buff!â - but his fingers linger a bit too long, threading through your locks with shy affection. When he pats your head, he avoids eye contact like itâs a final boss fight if pure will, but the gesture is tender, earnest, grounding. Your crown is the safest point of intimacy for him: you canât see his face turn pink, canât watch him short-circuit while trying to act casual. Itâs where he goes when he wants comfort without vulnerability, affection without panic. His face buried in a soft pillow that smells like fruity soap and impulse decisions. The perfect spot to string nonsensical ramblings together on the chance of peppering a kiss in between. Itâs a game of timed attack so you donât noticeâŠAnd sometimes - rarely - he presses his forehead to the top of yours, as if sharing data through the warmth of your skin.
In the next life, a persistent cowlick forms at your crown, rising no matter how you brush it down. It always tilts in the direction of comfort, like a phantom hand just ran through your hair.
âU-uhâo-okay so, hypotheticallyâIf we get Isekaiâd into a next life DLC, then⊠maybe youâll have a little cowlick? In the same spot I, uh⊠'p-pat' when I get brave for 0.2 seconds.
Maybe next-life-me wonât need a whole loading screen to touch you again.â
Malleus cherishes your chest because it is the place he feels truly welcomed - invited, even. When you let him rest his head against your heart, his composure melts; his lashes lower, his breath slow, his arms circle you with reverence. Few have ever held him without fear, without duty, without trembling awe. But you? You cradle him as though he is something precious, someone worthy of protection. And in those moments, he believes it. He presses soft, lingering kisses over your heart as if thanking it for beating for him.
In the next life, a warm-hued mark blooms over your heart, shaped like a curved thumbprint. You feel comfort whenever someone embraces you chest-to-chest, as if a familiar weight has settled there.
ââŠIf the threads of fate truly allow us a future life, then grant a mark over your heart.That place⊠is where you allow me to rest, where you hold me as if Iâm someone in need of protection.In the next life, I wish to find that closeness again.â
Lilia delights in greeting you with cheerful, outrageous affection - appearing upside down, behind you, from thin air - to bop your nose with a dramatic âmwah!â But beneath the theatrics lies genuine tenderness. Your nose is the one place he can kiss lightly, playfully, constantly, without overwhelming you. He loves the way you wrinkle it when flustered, the way a simple nose kiss can brighten your entire mood. Itâs his favorite because it makes you laugh, because it reminds him that affection doesnât always need grandeur.
In the next life, a small rosy tint sits at the tip of your nose, deepening whenever youâre happy. Children often tell you you look like youâve just been kissed by jack frost. Theyâre not wrong...although it's a different impish, magical being who is responsible.
âFu fu fu~! Then let there be a tiny mark upon your nose! Perfect for my greetings, my kisses, and my endless teasing - no matter how many lives we tumble through!â
Sebek treats your hand like something sacred - grasping it with knightly precision, bowing over it with rigid posture, brushing his lips against the back in gestures he pretends are mere formality. He notices everything. The way your tendons shift when you move, the steadiness of your grip, the strength that belies your softness. He presses his lips there longer than social convention demands, each kiss is firm, reverent, almost ceremonial. And when he takes your hand in both of his, thumb brushing over your skin, he feels something fierce and grounding. Devotion. The back of your hand is where he recognizes you not as just someone to protect, but someone worthy of unwavering loyalty and admiration. Someone who makes him want to be better.
But in another truth, he adores this place because kissing your hand lets him show devotion without losing control. The back of your hand is courtly, proper, respectable - yet intimate enough to make his ears burn. It lets him honor you without betraying just how deeply he feels.
In the next life, a pale band of color stretches across the back of your hand, like the memory of a knightâs kiss. It warms whenever you clasp someone in greeting, as though expecting a familiar bow.
âIF - AND ONLY IF - WE MUST PANDER TO THE HANDS IF FATEâŠ! Then let a mark be placed on the back of your hand! S-so that when I kneel and press my lips to it in the next life, you will know it is to you whom I once spoke a vow!â
Silver cherishes your eyes with a gentleness that softens even the firmest parts of him. When he touches your face, his hands are feather-light, brushing your eyelids as though afraid youâll break beneath his fingers. He kisses your eyes when waking you gently, or when tears gather - a promise of protection sealed in the softest place. Your eyes are where he sees the truth of you, where emotion pools without disguise. Theyâre his sanctuary: two mirrors reflecting peace, affection, and clarity he rarely feels in his dream-laden world. He favors your eyes because in their gaze he finds grounding, and in their closing beneath his lips, he finds trust.
In the next life, soft speckled markings appear just beneath your eyes. They echo the places where someone once soothed your tears and carried a quiet devotion. Gentle dustings that draw others in, just so they might glimpse into your eyes and feel a drop of the comfort they are capable of providing.
âIf we are reborn into new mornings⊠then I wish for a mark near your eyes. That way, even the next me will remember where to kiss you awake.â
Skully touches your face with the sort of reverence one usually reserves for rare works of art. He never grabs or startles - his gloved fingertips approach as though asking permission, tracing the line of your cheek, brushing beneath your eye, cupping your jaw with the delicacy of a gentleman who knows exactly how precious you are. When he kisses your face, itâs with a slow, unhurried tenderness that makes the world fall still. Each kiss feels like a stanza heâs memorizing. He favors your face because it holds every expression he treasures: every smile heâs earned, every worry he wants to soothe, every glance that softens only for him. It is the part of you he studies with quiet devotion, believing that to love someoneâs face is to understand the soul it reflects.
In the next life, subtle shadow-like marks settle over the plains of your face, as if left behind by hands that once shaped affection into every contour.
"I have ghosted your features countless times⊠with the back of my hand, with my lips, with a reverence I dare admit aloud. Should another me wander through another era, I want him to feel this same pull - as if his very soul remembers the pattern of your skin beneath his kiss. Let the next version of me find you at the proper time, and think, âAh. There you are. At long last.â"
Rollo touches your wrists with a restraint that borders on worship. He always begins with a hesitance, as though afraid he might overstep, before gently taking your arm and brushing his thumb over the delicate veins beneath your skin. It is a place that frightens him - the pulse there, so vulnerable, so fervently alive - and yet he is drawn to it with aching fascination. When he kisses the inside of your wrist, he closes his eyes, breath trembling, as if the warmth of your blood softens something iron-clad inside him. Your inner wrists are his favorite because they remind him of what he desires yet fears: unguarded humanity, fragile life, a fire that could warm him instead of consume. And deep down, he knows you trust him enough to offer that tenderness.
In the next life, faint, circular sigils appear along your inner wrists. Their meaning most curious and stumping doctors the moment you entered this world. A bit of magic in a world without, tainting you for this otherwise simple life. One you will stumble through, naive to what it is you carry.
ââŠIf reincarnation is real, then⊠let there be my mark upon your inner wrists. That is where your pulse reminds me you live without fear. Perhaps the next me will understand that sooner and better prepare himself.â
Fellow Honest is a connoisseur of subtle intimacy, and your jawline is a banquet of temptations he never quite resists. He loves guiding your chin upward with a gloved finger, forcing your eyes to meet his with a slow, deliberate tilt. He traces the sharp edge of your jaw with a thumb, smiling when he feels you tense beneath his touch. When he kisses your jawline, itâs half-devotion, half-possession ⊠a mix of velvet-soft affection and the calculated charm he wields so effortlessly. This place is his favorite because it skirts the boundary between propriety and desire. Your jaw is where elegance lives, where vulnerability meets defiance, where a single breath can betray everything youâre trying to hide. And Fellow loves nothing more than uncovering what you try to conceal.
In the next life, a faint, sculpted line appears along your jaw, like the path carved by reverent fingers and lingering kisses.
âHeh⊠if we meet again, Iâd like a mark along your jaw. That way, when I lift your chin next time⊠Iâll remember exactly how to kiss you.â
Neige adores your cheeks with a kind of sunshine-soft affection. To him, theyâre the most expressive part of you - the place where your emotions bloom before you speak, where joy dawns like morning light. Heâs constantly reaching out without thinking, brushing a stray hair aside just to feel the warmth of your skin under his fingertips. And oh, the way he lights up when you blush⊠itâs like watching glitter fall. He peppers your cheeks with gentle, fluttering kisses whenever he can, giggling softly as though every touch is a secret between just the two of you. Your cheeks are where he sees you happiest. Where he feels closest to the real, unguarded you.
In the next life, a soft, rosy birthmark appears on your cheek - warm, gentle, like the echo of a kiss that never faded.
âOoh! If thereâs a next life, then I hope you get a mark on your cheeks!Thatâs where I always kiss you when youâre being extra adorable - ah, but I guess thatâs all the time, isnât it?â
Chenâya adores your knees for reasons he never fully explains - mostly because he prefers watching you try to figure him out. Heâll vanish, reappear crouched in front of you, and poke the soft spot behind your knee just to hear your surprised yelp. He kisses them when heâs feeling mischievous, nipping lightly before darting away with a cheshire grin. Yet beneath all the chaos, thereâs affection in the way he holds your knee with both hands, thumbs brushing soothing circles, eyes softer than usual. Your knees tell him stories - how you tremble when youâre excited, how you bend when youâre relieved, how you lean into him when youâre tired. He likes this place because itâs vulnerable in an unexpected way, a small secret gateway to your reactions, your balance, your movement. And maybe because he loves being the reason they buckle.
In the next life, swirling marks form over your kneecaps, curling like painted wisps of smoke. They tingle whenever youâre startled, warm when someone kneels before you with affection.
âNyaahaha~! Then I wish for a mark on your knees! So the next you remembers who swooped down, caught you mid-chaos, and kissed you before you could blink!â
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