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"When Did You Get Hot?" | Savanaclaw Edition
Featuring: Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, and Jack Frost Howl
Summary: In your younger years, you paid them no mind. Now you've reunited years later and you can't seem to keep your eyes off them. How would they react to their childhood friend ( and crush )'s sudden interest in them?
Warnings: Author has only played the Prologue - Book 3 ( and is currently playing through Book 4 ) so inaccuracies in both setting and personality may be abound. This was written in a bolder and little more suggestive way than the last part to fit the vibe of the song better but nothing is too crazy ( by my standards anyway ) Once again, this was written with comedic intent because, once again, I can't take shit seriously. With all that said, read at your own risk! <3
A/N: Dropping a continuation of this post, this time with my least favorite dorm, Savanaclaw! </3 ( I swear I love them..well except Leona. Still can't stand him 😒 ) I've been in pain all day but despite it all I was productive as heck ( finished my essay I've been putting off all week, got through the majority of Book 4 in twst, called a few friends, and finished editing this ) so someone please gimme a golf clap at least.
Song Inspo: When Did You Get Hot? - Sabrina Carpenter
Formatting Inspo: Once again I'm taking a page out of the amazing @fqntqsy's book. Your kind words on my last post were what motivated me to make this so everyone please thank them!!
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Leona Kingscholar
↬ Today marked the first day of winter break for NRC....which was also the day of your reunion with Leona.
↬ And, unlike all the other times you visited when you were kids, today you were dressed down in one of your loveliest garbs to discuss the prospect of marriage.
↬ This was bound to happen one of these days, whether it'd have been with Falena or Leona and, even though your parents would've much preferred you be married off to the man who is now the king of Sunset Savanna ( despite the age difference between you two ), they still jumped at the opportunity given when he humored the idea of you — who he already saw as a little sister — and Leona — who he had known had festering feelings for you for the better half of your childhood — getting married after his days at Night Raven came to an end.
↬ You personally weren't very thrilled about the idea, but your parents threats of disownment had you mentally praying that this would work out and that Leona would be as on board with the idea as his elder brother was.
↬ You were prepared to pull out all the stops; use every tactic you've practiced, every skill you were forced to master at a young age, and use every bit of knowledge you learned from his brother and others to make the idea of you as a marriage candidate seem like the most appealing option possible.
↬ But then he walked in and all your prep went up in smokes...for the man who lazily strolled into the room was not Leona.
↬ ....Well it was Leona, but not the same boy you knew in your childhood. He was taller, toner, prettier... This man before you was no longer the sour, slightly scrawny cub you had once known and your body reacted to him in ways it would have never before.
↬ Ultimately, your prayers changed its tune and all you could hope for was to not further dishonor your family by being unable to manage a steady conversation with an old friend.
"Well ain't this a sight to see — never thought you'd get all dressed up for some nobody like me," Sounded like a serenade and a laugh track at the same time.
While the husk that wrapped his words delighted your ears, what he said was nothing short of a mocking claw that dug into your tender flesh and you could do nothing but grit your teeth and bare it.
"Well obviously I'd try to look my best for something like this.." You grumble. Your eyes rooted at a downwards tilt as you stared at your folded hands — which were decorated in gold and other colors that matched the jewelry that lined your outfit.
"Hmph," He hums, and you hear him shuffling to get comfortable as he throws out, "So I guess this means you're officially done licking Falena's boots now that you realize there's no chance in hell of you marryin' him."
Immediately, your eyes darted up to lock with his. Your mouth already open and ready to defend what little pride you had left to latch on to, only for silence to prevail in the end.
Leona sat before you like a smug king; arms crossed along his broad chest — which winked promiscuously at you through the deep v of his slapped on attire — and face at a visible upturn.
It was a sight that burned you. A sight that made you feel ashamed for more reasons than one..for it was a sight that undeniably enticed you and took your breath away, like a sunrise amongst the plains.
Without a doubt in your mind, Leona had matured beautifully and had truly put his older brother to shame in every possible way.
His eyes were like two jagged gems of an expensive earring set, his hair was long and unruly like a fine mane, and the way his chiseled body strained against his loose clothing had your mind going on a frenzy trying to imagine the full picture of what could lie underneath.
It was then that you had to be honest with yourself and admit; if eyes could dine, no doubt you would've devoured him whole ten minutes ago.
"Cat's got your tongue, little herbivore?" He rolls his words with a toothy grin that told you all you needed to know; your thoughts were ink on the pages of an open book and he was getting a kick out of reading each and every one of them.
You wanted nothing more than to shrink into yourself but you couldn't. Not now. Not until you had gotten him in agreement with this arrangement. Not until you could still ensure a roof over your head, clothing on your back, and food in your belly.
"N– ..Never," You reply to him and, though you hate the way your voice resembled the squeak of a mouse, you continued, "And if you could cease the crude behavior, I'd like to—"
"I'm not being any more crude than you are," He bites back, "I mean, you're the one who's been undressing me with your eyes this entire time—" "I wasn't!"
Were you? You highly doubt you were because, no doubt, your body would've reacted as if you were a lioness in heat if you had. Such an alluring sight as the definition of his muscles...like a carefully, beautifully chipped stone statue...sevens, would a sight like that be heavenly—
"--and is still doing it, by the way," Leona finishes, and it's then that your eyes halt in its descent down his body and rush back up to his face — which had the shittiest-eating grin known to mankind.
And at that point, you could do nothing but hide your reddening face and groan as Leona's throaty laughter booms along the walls. ( Maybe being homeless and living in a trench somewhere in the savanna wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.. )
Ruggie Bucchi
↬ Ruggie had returned home with a big sack of food in tow like he always did on his breaks. Nothing special, nothing out of routine.
↬ Yet your eyes followed him as if he had just been crowned King of Sunset Savanna.
↬ To put it frankly, he had achieved the impossible; awed you, and he had managed to do so with nothing but the face you used to trounce for the fun of it.
↬ His pearly, toothy, sly grins, his dirty blonde hair, the dimples that dented his cheeks when he talked....were they always there? If they had, how have you never noticed them? How could little you cover such features in mud without a moment of hesitation??
↬ Your tail and ears wagged faster than a cheetah's legs could run the closer you seemed to be to this drop dead adorable man masquerading around with your friend's mannerisms and you could think of nothing to combat it besides separating yourself from him as much as possible.
↬ Of course, this caught Ruggie's attention like a fish to bait on a hook and it was inevitable he'd attempt to pick your brain the moment he had a chance to. ( How could he not when he's liked you as long as he has? )
Ruggie was never an ugly guy, just not your type.
At least, that's what you told yourself as you watched him feed some of the younger pups of the pack from a safe distance. Your body curled into itself like an armadillo with your arms and tail wrapped securely around your legs as if you couldn't trust them unrestrained.
To be completely honest, you couldn't trust them right now, not when every one of your instincts screamed for a dude you used to pick on by shoving his head into moats and waiting for him to chase after you.
You suddenly groan out. Why in the world did you do that? Even for fun that was so mean..
But why do you only now regret it? Why do you only now feel shame for memories that, until a few hours ago, you once looked back on with a huge grin? A part of you could pin a tail to a reason, but you refuse to acknowledge it. No way. Uh uh.
"What's with the stormy look? Don't tell me you tried to go huntin' and got into it with one of the neighboring communities over food again — you suck at fighting y'know, shyehehe~!"
Ruggie laughed, but for some reason his comment — which was an obvious taunt that would've typically had your arms moving to yank him into a headlock — had your ears twitching and your stomach doing flips as if it were high praise.
To be fair, anything he said right now would garner that reaction out so long as he kept grinning at you like he was right now.
"If I suck, you're god awful," You snap back, hoping and praying with all your might that you weren't looking as giddy as you felt under his smiling, blue eyes — seriously, how does he do that? And why are they so cute??
Ruggie laughs off your words, brushing off your jab as he offers you a roasted kebab; a small portion of the feast he lugged home.
You take it, and he sees your acceptances of the snack as an invitation. He plops beside you and, upon you stiffening up, he raises an eyebrow.
"What's been up with you today?" He asks as he folds his arms behind his head, kicks a leg up, and leans back on the makeshift flesh pillow he made himself.
His movements are relaxed which brings out the transparent haze of worry that glints his gaze and makes his impish expression seem like something...softer.
He turns that look your way and you hate how easily you just melt under such a gaze.
"You've been jumpier than the pups around here — you that happy to see me or what? Hehe~" His voice is doused in that playful, teasing tone he only uses with you and you have to bite the inner gum of your cheek to avoid squealing like some baby hyena at the sight. How embarrassing, you thought.
You look away, utterly mortified and abashed — and rip the potato impaled on the tip of the stick with your teeth. You take your time chomping into mush, using that small grace period to collect yourself.
"You wish," You finally reply after swallowing.
"Awh, you don't have to deny it — I can tell you missed me as much as I–! Ergh...nevermind.." His voice dips into a mumble as he suddenly looks away in a similar way you did moments ago albeit in a less cool manner.
You gain the courage to return your gaze to him and you grit your teeth when your heart does a trick for this new view of him. Nevertheless, you feign indifference as best you can as you grip his chin and force him to look your way again.
He's surprised, and now you're grinning as the sunlight spotlight is finally shifted off of you, "Not as much as you've missed me apparently.." You comment.
Oh how you wish you'd kept your mouth shut.
As his face flushes a light shade of pink, his eyes drift for a moment before catching on something just out of view of your gaze. Your brows furrow in confusion, but before you could ask what he was suddenly looking at with so much intent, he raises his hand...and swipes his thumb just under your lip.
"Mhmm, seems like you've missed more," He retorts as his confidence sudden returning, "So much that you can barely focus on eating, hehehe~!"
He retracts his thumb — which was now smeared white but the bit of potato he rid from your skin — and darts his tongue out to lick, yes, lick it clean. You could do nothing but gulp.
What just happened...was more appetizing than this stick of meat and vegetables in your hand, and as your mind wondered into uncharted territory you were only half-scared to cross, it got you thinking; how does Ruggie taste?
"I... I knew you were secretly happy to see me, but never did I imagine it'd be this much," He suddenly says with a tone that sounds equally as surprised as it does amused. The randomness of it snaps you out of your daydreams with a bewildered scrunch to your expression...only for your face to drop when you realize what was happening.
Your tail...it had snuggly wrapped itself around the boy's thigh and slipped under his shirt, utterly unashamed like your thoughts had become just a second ago.
You couldn't deny any longer, couldn't brush things off, couldn't lie. Your tail was swishing away and its fur was currently tickling Ruggie's abdomen with the enthusiastic attraction you had been trying to hide this entire time.
You had lost this back and forth, and in one of the most horrible ways possible.
He locks eyes with you again, his mouth fixing to say something undeniably insulting...but you dart off before he can, ears firmly pressed against your head and your face uncharacteristically red.
Ruggie watches your retreating figure bolt past others and into the horizon until you're nothing but an indiscernible dot amongst the field and sky. He looks over once you're completely out of sight and sees the kebab he had given you laying amongst the grass — just barely nibbled on — and grabs it to take a bite. ( Because like hell is he wasting quality food ).
There's no doubt in his mind now; something's definitely up with you. He'll do some digging around for exactly what's up later, but for now, he'll savor the taste of his mirth...and this meat.
Heh, maybe later he'll poke some fun at you for this. After all, it's not everyday he gets to revel in watching you hide your nerves. ( But, man, does he wish it was )
Jack Howl
↬ You had came late and missed the better half of NRC's interdorm tournament — not that you had much interest in any team other than Savanaclaw.
↬ You had come to see the beastmen play, but not because you were a fan of them. Hell, you weren’t even there to cheer them on. You simply came to see their demise.
↬ That's right. You had come all the way from the Shaftlands just to see them lose — specifically your old acquaintance ( and long term competitive rival ) Jack Howl.
↬ It wasn't the kindest thing you've ever done in your life, but what were you if not a little mean?
↬ That said, it seems that the world was finally getting back at you for all your ill hearted shenanigans because when you visited Jack in the infirmary, you couldn't spew a single insult or rude quip...because your mouth was too busy salivating over him.
↬ You tried your damnest to play it off, but you could only do so much when every little thing he did brought such carnal urges out of you.
"Go on, laugh it up," The gruff grumble had you blinking at him as if he had grown a second tail.
"Huh?" You professed rather dumbly, much to Jack's irritated befuddlement.
"Aren't you here to make fun of me for losing?" He asks, teeth already barred at you as he goes on to say, "Just so y'know, I ain't ashamed about any of this.
Your lips parted, but with nothing to say you could only stand there with your jaw hanging. You had no thoughts or urges to refute him because shame is the last thing he should feel if it makes him look that good.
You gave him another glance over and it was an even better than the last time you did so two minutes ago. Body coated in a light sheet of sweat that was actively drying up, hair in damp disarray — likely a result of him running his hair through the snowy lock multiple times — and his eyes glowing like two golden nuggets from the adrenaline still in his system...
If losing produces this, sevens above, you pray for nothing but his demise so long as you're there to witness it.
Your intrusive gaze stuck to him like pins and needles and, at the mercy of such of stare from you of all people, Jack felt rather discombobulated. He strains, and despite the pain crackling in his joints, he scratches the back of his head and looks away, suddenly unnerved.
"...You seriously got nothing to say?" He asks after a while, yanking you from your thoughts by an imaginary chain, much to your dismay, "What're you visiting me for then? Got somethin' to tell me?"
Your mouth snaps shut. In truth, you did have something to say — many things, in fact — but your words have seemed to change course and reform from the moment Savanaclaw's lost was sounded through the booming speakers and the moment you walked into the infirmary.
Yes, undoubtably, now your thoughts are lighter, more polite, but not at all appropriate to say to someone you view in a platonic light.
Well..Jack was once viewed in that way. Now...you are so certain of where he stands.
You suck in a breath slowly, your eyes falling closed as you come to terms with the fact that you can no longer trust them from getting distracted by the absolute specimen before you. It's only moments after then that you finally manage to mutter something comprehensible.
"I just...came to see how you were doing and wish you luck if you're plannin' on trying out for the international team.."
The words felt foreign on your tongue — positivity wasn't something that often left your lips, much less to him — but maybe all it took was for you to see him in a new light to be gentler. Maybe all it took was for your heart to skip to his beat for once to coax you into being nicer ( though phrasing it like that makes your face contort in disgust at how mushy it sounds ).
Whatever your reason is, you couldn't have cared less for it by the time you opened your eyes again and beheld the endearing sight of Jack's face darkened a cherry red and those pretty eyes of his blown wide from surprise. It was a look you had never once seen cross his visage..
..but, oh, what that look did to you.
"Uhm...thanks, I guess.." He responded as if acknowledging your words would turn them sour again — not that you could really blame him for thinking that, especially as you turn your back to him and begin to walk off and speak in a tone that sounded more like yourself.
"Don't get the wrong idea, you still ain't shit compared to me. I doubt you'll make the team," You spat, "...But it'd be irritating if you beat yourself up over that sorry excuse ova' game and gave up on all we built so I felt like I had to say somethin'.."
You wondered if he could hear the slight tremor in your voice when it cracked or if the beating of your heart being strummed was just as loud as it seemed to be in your ears. You hoped not, but if it either were clear to him you prayed it was the latter. At least with that you could try to spare yourself some pride and play it off as a heart attack or something.
Thankfully, it doesn't seem like you'd have to put your acting skills to the test more than you already have today because Jack doesn't comment on your appearance. Instead, you hear him huff and the bed suddenly whine out under his weight.
You look back as much as you can and, though you will yourself not to completely turn around, you manage to make out what he's doing.
You wish you hadn't.
You wish you hadn't looked...because seeing the mere cusp of his fangs peeking out from under his smirking lips has you biting your lip. Simply his giant, fit stature propped up and folded with sudden confidence from your words has the invisible hands tugging at your heartstrings ten times more than they had been before and, sevens, the way he speaks — the baritone that rumbles his throat with every word and has him speaking every one of them with a light growl — goes straight through you.
"Heh, like hell I'll ever give up on my goals because of a little setback like this," He tells you, "Just you wait.. I'll make the team, and when I do, you better be in those stands watching me so you can see the moment I take home the victory!"
You can't help the grin that crosses your expression.
Oh you'll be watching all right. Front and center and wishing that one of his opponents are in possession of some strong magical spells — preferably ones capable of blowing his shirt clean off so you can get a good eyeful of his six pack again without having to lift a finger.
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