Hi! I'm new here! I loved reading your post of "How He Shows Affection" with Jamil. Can you do the same scenario with Leona Kingscholar, please? Thanks a bunch!
Of course you can anon! Thanks for asking and welcome to my blog! I hope you enjoy this one too!
Warnings: Just the tiniest bit suggestive, though not at all explicit.
He Buys You Things You Need (and Things You Don’t)
“Hey!” you protested as your phone was snatched out of your hands. However, you didn’t get to do much more than turn to pout at the culprit before something was placed firmly in your palm.
You gaped for a second at the small device, sleeker, newer, and no doubt faster and better in every way before heaving a sigh, and giving your boyfriend a fond look, utterly resigned.
From the moment you’d started dating material things had started appearing in your life without warning. Your old uncomfortable dorm bed was suddenly replaced with a plush mattress and covered in the finest cotton sheets money could by, along with a luxurious comforter and a mountain of pillows. Little pieces of jewelry began to appear seemingly at random, on your desk, on your pillow, in your school bag, and anywhere else. You also found yourself with an abundance of bath products, and all kinds of other high-end goods that would’ve been well out of your price range.
It hadn’t taken all that long to track down the culprit. When you’d asked Leona about it he hadn’t seemed at all abashed, simply smirking and asking if you enjoyed the gifts. Apparently he’d been buying whatever he thought you might like and having Ruggie deliver them, which explained how they kept appearing without explanation out of the blue.
You’d admitted you did like most of what he gave you, Leona had always had good taste and the things he gifted were always catered to your tastes. Admittedly he’d snuck a few of his own preferences in, such as the bath products that didn’t bother his more sensitive therianthrope nose, but most of it was clearly picked out with you in mind.
However, you’d tried to impress upon him that it was far too much. The things he gave you were literally worth a fortune, and it made you a bit uncomfortable to be on the receiving end. Leona had argued that what he’d given you was but a mere trifle to a prince of the Afterglow Savannah, even if he was only the second prince.
You’d quickly jumped in to insist that you weren’t dating him because he was a prince, you were dating him because he was Leona, and you’d like him with or without his money and position. It had actually taken your normally self-assured and all-knowing boyfriend off-guard, and you’d been quick to press your advantage, knowing if you didn’t take advantage of the moment of weakness the cunning therianthrope would twist things around to get his way again.
Despite your advantage you’d still walked away unsure if you’d gotten the better end of the deal or not. You’d compromised, agreeing that from that moment on Leona could only buy things if he could convince you it was a necessity. You really should’ve known better. Despite being a Lion therianthrope Leona was as stubborn as an ox and as cunning as a snake. More often than not you ended up losing the little debates between the two of you about what was necessary and what wasn’t.
Still you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it. Leona always seemed to come alive during those arguments, and it had become very clear that he loved the fact that you challenged him at every turn. You’d even managed to win a handful of your debates though they were few and far between.
Plus it was hard to argue with him when you knew this was his way of showing he loved you. As far as being able to express his emotions verbally Leona was pretty clueless, however by showering you with gifts he didn’t have to actually say the words, he could just show you. It didn’t help that proving you could provide for your mate was part of Therianthrope courting rituals and so some of his gifts were not only expected but required on some level, though they didn’t have to be quite as opulent as they were.
That didn’t mean you were going to stop trying to debate with him about spoiling you too much though, it simply meant you’d have to be even more cunning. You smiled a little unable to help yourself as you turned toward him, affection welling up against your will as you saw the cocky smirk on his face that said he thought he knew exactly how to win this next debate.
It may be overwhelming at times, but Leona never failed to make you feel cherished with each and every gift he gave, and you felt more than a bit lucky to have him by your side, even if you sometimes wanted nothing more than to wipe the cocky smirk off his face. This time for sure, you were going to win.
He Scent Marks You
“Hey Leona, have you seen my favorite leather jacket?” you called over your shoulder as you shifted through the clothes in your shared closet. It wasn’t exactly easy to find things in their considering how expansive it was. Honestly Leona’s closet was the size of a normal person’s bedroom and stuffed full to the brim with clothes.
Not that you could complain anymore given you were taking up a good deal of space yourself. In your defense though it hadn’t actually been you who bought most of the clothing and some of it was required. Despite the fact that you loved Leona, prince or not, it didn’t change the fact that he was in fact a prince, which meant as his partner you’d had to dress for the occasion. It was one of the few times you didn’t mind Leona’s lavish spending habits because formal wear was expensive.
“Which leather jacket?” Leona asked in a bored drawl from somewhere behind you.
“You know the one! It’s got your crest on the back, black leather, really comfy?” you described as you searched for the garment in the myriad of jackets hanging on his side of the closet, “I had to send it to the dry cleaners since Cheka accidentally spilled on it the last time we went out, but it should’ve been back by now.”
“You mean my jacket?” Leona drawled, and you could almost hear the raised eyebrow and the amusement in his voice as he clarified, “The one you stole from me and never gave back?”
You popped your head out of the closet and sure enough Leona was lounging on the bed, a smirk plastered to his face, his head propped up on his fist as he watched you struggle fruitlessly to find the desired clothing item.
“You have a million jackets, I’m surprised you even noticed one missing,” you sassed, making him roll his eyes at you.
However, a closer look at him revealed something you’d apparently missed before, and you narrowed your eyes at him as you asked, “Leona are you wearing my jacket?”
“Didn’t I just say it was my jacket?” he corrected smugly, the expression on his face enough to make you tackle him backwards on to the bed.
He chuckled and rolled with you, always willing to roughhouse a bit when you were up for it. Therianthropes used play fighting as a form of bonding and affection, so no matter how rough and tumble you might or might not have been before you started dating, you’d quickly learned as a future princess of the Afterglow Savannah, how to adapt some of your behavior to theirs.
Sadly because of how strong therianthropes were compared to humans you never won unless he let you, though admittedly you were the only one he allowed to win. Not even Cheka got that privilege even if he was far gentler with him than anybody except you.
“Why did you steal my jacket?” you demanded, pouting down at him from where he’d allowed you to pin him.
“If you really want it so badly I suppose I can give it to you,” he conceded, as if he wasn’t the one who’d purposefully withheld it from you in the first place.
Still you grinned in triumph and allowed him to sit up and shrug off the jacket, passing it over to you. You immediately shrugged it on and took a breath, sighing in pleasure at the scent of leather and something you could instinctively identify as Leona. The thought immediately made you suspicious, as you turned your thoughtful gaze on your boyfriend.
Leona had explained at the beginning of your relationship that scent was a big deal for therianthropes, which was why he always stroked his cheek along your face and neck whenever you hugged him, nuzzling into you. It was sweet in a possessive sort of way, and you kind of liked that every therianthrope you met would know that you were his and he was yours by scent alone.
“What?” your boyfriend asked, clearly seeing your suspicious look. You grinned at him, plopping back down on his chest, earning a huff of feigned annoyance, though he didn’t push you away, instead wrapping his arms around your waist.
“You know if you wanted to make sure it still smelled like you, you could’ve just said,” you teased into his ear, nuzzling your own face against his neck, “I wouldn’t mind, lending it to you, or just letting you put scent on me instead.”
With a low growl you found yourself flipped on your back, Leona smirking above you as he told you, “Well, if you’re offering princess then I won’t say no.”
You giggled, feeling utterly loved as you accepted the fervent kiss he pressed to your lips. It was cute that he’d refused to let you have the jacket back without his scent on it the way it had been before, and you made a quiet note to yourself to steal more of his clothing in the future to see just what his reaction might be to that.
He Lets You Cling to Him
“It’s still surreal to see you do that,” Ruggie informed you in a quiet aside as Leona chatted with some ambassador or another.
The two of you had come out to a function that was part of an initiative Leona had started that was about revitalizing the slums and reaching out a welcoming hand to the hyena population. Your boyfriend would never admit it in a million years, but he had did consider Ruggie to be one of his closest and most trusted confidantes. He’d never say it out loud but the initiative was definitely his roundabout way of appreciating the efficient hyena therianthrope.
Considering it was both in his neighborhood and in his honor it really wasn’t all that surprising that he was present. The hyena had managed to find the two of you within the first five minutes of the event and had been ferrying people back and forth that Leona should meet and running interference with the people who would no doubt accidentally piss him off, all while managing to steal an almost obscene amount of food off the complimentary buffet. It was incredibly impressive in your humble opinion.
However, at the moment he’d apparently decided to take a quick break, and was standing on your other side, eyes actively scanning the room looking for any trouble. His comment had come seemingly out of the blue and left you blinking in shock.
“Do what?” you asked, utterly baffled.
“Hold on to him like that,” he clarified, gesturing to where you had your arm hooked through his, your other hand clutching his bicep for good measure, “Leona hates clingy people, and people touching him. He practically threw a fit that time the princess from the Land of Hot Sands grabbed hold of him.”
“I thought Therianthropes liked physical affection?” you asked, with a frown. Leona had explained a lot about Therianthrope culture, and you’d done a lot of your own research, both for curiosity and practicality’s sake.
“We do,” he agreed, ears twitching a bit as an amused smirk touched his lips revealing his pointed canines, “Well most of us do. I just never thought I’d see the day where Leona would, especially in public like this.”
“Oh, should I not?” you worried, moving to release your boyfriend, only to freeze as an annoyed growl from said boyfriend suddenly caught your attention.
“Stop giving her strange ideas,” Leona snarled at Ruggie impatiently, clearly distracted from his conversation with the ambassador, some type of herbivorous therianthrope who was almost visibly cowering in the face of Leona’s annoyance.
Ruggie in contrast merely laughed his unique laugh, a wide grin on his face as Leona resituated your arm with his, reaffirming your grip on him before moving to smooth things over with the ambassador.
You smiled a little helplessly, gently squeezing Leona’s arm, rubbing your cheek against his shoulder affectionately. You knew that Leona wasn’t the most affectionate guy out there, but he had never, ever made you feel like your touch was unwelcome. In fact unlike with Cheka, where he allowed it but grumbled the whole time, you’d never heard him voice a single complaint.
Instead he almost seemed to relish in the fact that you reached for him, and had even encouraged you to keep doing it more than once. You’d just never quite put it together how much he let you get away with compared to other people. It made you want to melt at how sweet it was, though you’d never voice that particular thought out loud as you knew Leona would absolutely hate it.
“I never thought I’d see the day that Leona became so whipped,” Ruggie told you, still snickering, eyes practically sparkling with amusement.
“You really must be bored huh?” Leona demanded, his conversation with the ambassador apparently finished, “If you’ve got time to run your mouth about stupid things? Why don’t you go bring me something to eat if you’re so deprived of things to do.”
“Alright,” Ruggie conceded, with a smirk, “I’m going, I’m going!”
He walked away, still laughing leaving you temporarily alone with Leona, who was scowling rather fiercely. Still despite the look on his face, you decided to put your newfound knowledge to the test , shifting yourself around so you could nuzzle your face into the side of his neck affectionately in the same way he did whenever he scent marked you.
Leona froze for a second, but then heaved a resigned sigh and buried his face in your hair as he pulled you into the circle of his arms, caging you in close. You smiled, unable to help yourself, feeling giddy as you realized that Ruggie was right. Leona really would let you get away with pretty much anything, and you’d never felt more loved.
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