This year, I am celebrating five years if being fully submerged into Twisted Wonderland 🥺 I love this game and it's helped me get through dark times. I am also celebrating five years since I started writing my OC Asami and Leona's love story!
So I thought I'd make a headcanon + cultural/world-building index!
If you were able to read my stuff when I used to post here or if you havent or if you read my stuff over at AO3, Thank you! I hope you'll enjoy this index. This is all the HC I have for TWST specifically for Leona and the Royal Family. I follow these HC when writing even a oneshot so I'm quite devoted to this index.
Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think! 😳💖
Other AUs that follow this Index
EYES NOSE LIPS archiveofourown.org/works/25322554/chapters/61396324
Where the acacia archiveofourown.org/works/62641702/chapters/160350640
EYES STAND STILL archiveofourown.org/works/34411123/chapters/85635874
EYES NOSE LIPS Afterstory ( to be posted)
Beastmen
Not all Beastmen inherit magic.
In some rare cases, some Beastmen do not inherit human speech. Magic can be used as a way of communication, similar to telepathy. Overuse can lead to minor overblot.
Beastmen have the ability to heart heartbeats within a certain distance.
Beastmen can bear and have children with normal humans. Their beast blood isn’t diluted by human blood and the beast capabilities and genetics are directly inherited. But most of the time, there is a 50/50 chance the offspring may not inherit the beast parent’s magic.
Jack Howl struggles with controlling his tail, especially when he gets excited or when Asami is around.
To improve his tail-wagging control, he undergoes a year-long tail training program to mask his emotions, control his reactions and maintain a disciplined stance.
This is a common practice for Beastmen in noble or formal settings ensuring they appear dignified and composed.
While Jack’s tail wagging improves a lot, his tail still betrays him when Asami is nearby.
CRIMSON The Dark Arcane Order
A secret organisation that operates in the shadows of Twisted Wonderland. They occupy unclaimed territory. They are involved with organised crime, assassinations, intelligence and forbidden magic.
Kiros (OC) is one of the main gang leaders of the organisation though no direct evidence have been found.
Crimson is said to be recruiting mages with special unique magic. Specifically eyeing Malleus Draconia, Kalim Al Asim and Leona Kingscholar.
CURIOSA The Apothecary
A hidden place of curiosities and an apothecary infamous for catering to noble patrons and sometimes even the claws of CRIMSON.
CURIOSA is a place for rare potions, enchanted herbs, illicit magical remedies and other “healing” rituals that are forbidden in the arcane laws of Twisted Wonderland.
Also houses and is a liaison for discreet cures, beast transformations, bdsm, elixirs.
Kingscholar Royal Family & Culture (in order of appearance in Eyes Nose Lips)
Kingscholar Royal Family Values
Excellence through Enlightenment, Unity through Understanding
Old Sarabian
An ancient, almost forgotten language that is used exclusively by the Kingscholar Royal family.
Unlike modern Sunset dialects and neighbouring savannah dialects, it is highly formal and poetic.
This ancient language is used in royal decrees, sacred texts, ancestral records and in rare cases, old magical archives housed in the Royal Kingscholar Library.
The language can hold power and even memories; it’s necessary when performing royal rites, ceremonies and spells.
Old Sarabian inscriptions can sometimes be found in forged Sarabian gold and are also scattered around Kivuli Hall.
Sarabian Gold
Metals don’t usually hold magic in Twisted Wonderland. Sarabian gold is a rare gold found exclusively in Sunset Savannah.
It is found deep in the ancestral mines and the Royal Family does not allow its mining. Selling or forging Sarabian is currently forbidden unless it is performed directly under the request of a Royal family member.
Sarabian Gold is the only metal known in Twisted Wonderland that is able to hold generational power. It is rare and highly coveted.
Only Royal artisans can forge items from Sarabian gold and only under the direction and request from one of the Royal Family.
Legends say that the mines have been found by the first king of Sunset, it made him king, blessed by the sun.
Kivuli Hall
A secret chamber within the palace lined with ancient crystals that act like curtains. These crystals have old sarabian inscriptions in them and they can hold and store memories of the inhabitants.
The crystals can bounce magic, light and retain voices, visions and whispers of its past inhabitants.
Kivuli Hall is a recent addition to the centuries-old palace, it was originally built to house and contain Leona’s magic and “curse”.
When Asami spent the summer there, the hall absorbed their shared memories and moments, preserving them like reflections on glass.
The hall’s inscriptions and crystals can react to Leona’s magic, his emotions, thoughts and desires.
Kivuli Hall is a sacred and personal space for Leona.
The Pride Pendant
A symbol (a necklace) traditionally passed to male-born children of the savannah.
The Pride Pendant was adapted from the ancient royal tradition of the Kingscholar Royal family.
This piece of jewelry is a sacred symbol gifted to any beastperson born from the savannah. Upon reaching maturity, the holder of the pendant must offer their Pride as a symbol of an unbreakable bond of loyalty and/or love.
Traditionally, Pride Pendants were carried by lions and were forged from Sarabian gold. In these modern times however, people from the savannah adapted this practice. Crafting their own pride pendants from ordinary gold, other metals and precious stones, these prides are offered when making a proposal.
Anyone who isn’t wearing a “pride” is considered single/unmarried.
Not all Beastmen carry this ancient tradition.
Succession Laws & Female heirs
Sunset Savannah has a king because the previous king (Leona & Farena’s father) is male. But it is not strictly patrilineal and in the absence of male heirs, the first female daughter inherits the crown.
If Leona becomes King, his first-born daughter, Crown Princess Asami would be the first female heir in generations.
If the Sun Queen Regnant marries, her husband is not automatically King— he is titled Prince Consort depending on his lineage.
The Royal Kingscholar Library
A world-famous library containing the world’s biggest scholastic collection (scrolls, books and artifacts) there are three branches in Sunset Savannah and two other grand libraries in other continents. The Royal Kingsholar Main Library is the biggest and houses the Great Kingscholar Royal Archives.
It is said that the second prince, Leona, used to own most of the books that are now housed in this great library. He used to spend hours and days here in his youth.
The Royal Kingsholar Library strictly employs only non-magic persons. This is because magic can seep into books, tools and materials leaving “residue” that could alter or affect the information stored in them.
Any newly returned artifacts and materials are “neutralised” by the Magical Police before being returned to the library.
Any newly excavated materials, artifacts and/or weapons are “neutralised” by the Magical Police before being stored into the library.
Non-Magic employees preserve the integrity of the texts, enduring that no residue contaminates records or distort historical text.
The Three halls of the Library
Ukumbi Hall (the Face of the library) - used as a tourist attraction, art gallery and exhibition hall. Any member of the public may use the space. Tours and other events are also held here.
Grand Maarifa Hall (The Heart of the library) - the main library where scholars gather, study and work. Eighteen floors of materials.
The Garden an inner garden where scholars, students, library card holders and members can enjoy nature and tranquility in the middle of Sunrise City.
*terms have been derived from Swahili
Travel & Magic
Mirrors and Magic Travel
Magical Mirrors require a magic user to stabilise the journey. The stronger the magic, the faster and easier the travel can be. Amateurs and students can still struggle when traveling by mirrors. Supervision is highly recommended in non-school settings.
Without a magic user-s control, traveling is unstable much like walking on a plank on water.
Because of this when Asami wants to travel and Kifaji cannot escort her, she needs to take public transportation (trains, planes, buses, broom if available)
Magical Police
The Magical Police are striclt prohibited from using magic when off-duty or when they are not wearing their uniform.
They are responsible for neutralising magical artifacts and there is a specific department for that within the force.
Magical Police regulate magic use in public spaces to ensure and maintain order and safety.
2. Others
The Golden Sigil - a golden sticker imbued with magic that is used by women of Twisted Wonderland (specifically in the savannah and those with beastman partner/s) to prevent pregnancy.
Ambrosia - a golden liquid (liquor) specifically for beastmen. This liquor is too strong for normal humans who possess magical energy. Although it is safe for consumption in small quantities, it is not recommended if you're not an experienced drinker.
Spectré - A potent and highly addictive hallucinogen, it blurs the line between physical and metaphysical experiences. Its use is not fully legalised in Twisted Wonderland, there is a tolerance policy with regard to its use and retail in small quantities and non-commercial purposes. It is often used by those seeking to amplify effects of other psychoactive substances particularly potions related to divination, hallucinations and altered states of consciousness.
This is part of an on-going longfic, EYES NOSE LIPS.
However, you don't need to read the whole thing for this Special Episode.
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I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I had fun writing it (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Asami Oda (Female Prefect OC)
Word Count: 6,066
M/F Fluff/Explicit
Tags: Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day Fluff, Not Beta Read
Eyes Nose Lips ~ Valentine’s day Special
Thaumarks didn’t come from trees and certainly not from Crowley, but Asami’s been working at the Mostro Lounge for months now. So, she is fairly confident she can do a little bit of splurging this coming Valentine’s day. She hasn’t really experienced it properly, having spent her middle school and high school proper in an all-girls school. She giggled at the thought that spending it in Night Raven might not be any different.
But this time, it can be. It certainly feels different.
She had an inkling that the Savanaclaw Housewarden might not be so fond of sweets, but she wanted to make something for him anyway. And, a little something for everyone too, while she’s at it. She asked a few more baking basics sessions with Trey, since baking isn’t really her specialty.
She never made a proper cake before, and since they were already in the same miniclub, Trey was happy to share some of his tricks. He was curious though, about this peculiar tradition she shared as they were mixing the ingredients for what seems like a crumble mixture.
“So in your world, you give chocolates to the person you like? Along with a confession?” He wanted to double check. It wasn’t what he was used to. It was normally the other way around in Twisted Wonderland. But something new, intriguing and certainly sweet excited Trey. He was curious however, since she mentioned confession.
“I thought you guys were already a thing,” he starts with a calm tone as he cracks several eggs to prepare the wet ingredients.
Asami’s hands stopped moving for a bit, and she shook her head to give him a shy smile. Her cheeks already tinted like the red roses that lined the courtyard of Heartslabyul.
“Not really,” she whispered with a worried tone. It was as if she herself wasn’t certain. Trey watched her as she tried to distract herself by going over the ingredients list once more. Muttering each line like a magic spell.
Maybe a prayer. He will never know.
But he always wanted to be someone she could talk to freely.
Asami appreciated his presence.
She even mentioned a few times or more how she didn’t really have any siblings, and how she always wondered what that situation would be like; and how Trey would have been a perfect older brother
“Just be careful,” Trey sighs with fondness in his heart. A light pat on her shoulders as her hands hold a jar filled with flour close to her. “Be careful, okay?” he says again, more like a kind warning than a friendly reminder. And Asami returns that fondness with her usual meek smile.
They make the biscuits first, and though they were pretty basic — white chocolate with fresh raspberries — Asami was quite disappointed with her first attempt.
Trey didn’t want to give up though, and he made sure that the next few batches should be alright. And so, they try again.
She asks grim if he’d be able to cover for her, and finish some of the tasks they need to do together, alone. Grim was reluctant at first, but once he heard about biscuits, he was a merry monster eager to help.
She spends days trying to perfect the little baked things, and even more time learning about the science behind baking. Hanging out by the Heartslabyul lounge just talking to Trey about cakes. And Leona. And her plan. And how nervous she was.
And about how it’s not going to happen and she might just as well forget about it.
And all that time spent with Trey, was time not spent with the Savanaclaw Housewarden. And Leona is angry.
He wasn’t sure why, and he didn’t really know what happened but it seemed like the prefect was trying her bestest, doing everything it takes to avoid him.
And he had no idea what she was doing, maybe there was a lot more cleaning to be done because it’s winter and spring is slowly dawning on the frozen land that is Night Raven College. The place is cursed during the winter, he scoffs.
But one fine morning, when his mood was not the best but still manageable, he caught a glimpse of her scent clung tightly around Heartslabyul’s Vice Housewarden, just as he was passing by with Riddle and Cater— and so early in the morning.
Leona steps before Trey, and everybody halts. Leona’s movements were slow but with weighted intention, and a glare that clarified his anger. His head very languidly leans towards Trey’s direction. No words come after this strange gesture that is clearly not a friendly greeting. But Trey had a quick-witted inkling as to what was happening. Still, he couldn’t help the cold sweat dripping down his neck.
Trey clears his throat, “Good Morning, Housewarden Kingscholar,” he tries not to stutter under those summer green eyes that now are seemingly shining with neon malice rather than bright meadows bathing in sunshine.
Her shampoo; traces of it were all around Trey’s collar and shoulder area. And heat, since he was sweating, and she was clearly sweating too. Riddle initiates to interject between this strange and menacing scene but Cater instinctively stops him and pulls him to the side.
Trey can’t tell him, but he can’t make up bullshit excuses either. Leona Kingscholar is too good for that. So, he bites the bullet. “Is there something you would like to say?”
Trey tries to calm himself, straightening his blazer just as Leona slowly backs away. His long and messy hair was just the same as usual, slouched shoulders, and his hands in his pockets, eyes of emerald sharp and never leaving Trey. Leona snorts after a few seconds of chilling silence. The air around them is cold and heavy but Trey tries his best.
He tilts his glasses into place and clears his throat. This attempt at baiting the king of beasts was a risk, a longshot.
But he wanted to try.
“Didn’t think you two were an item, Housewarden,” Trey might have improvised but he never expected these words to come out of his mouth, and certainly not directed to Leona Kingscholar. Riddle and Cater stand semi frozen behind them.
“None o’yer business,” Leona spats as he finally starts to walk away from the scene. His heavy footsteps gave Cater permission to sigh and push Riddle by the shoulder away from the carnage. Well, almost carnage.
Leona Kingscholar was surprisingly civil about it.
But Trey didn’t want to back down just yet.
He wanted to try again, for her sake.
“Seems like she’s,” Trey starts, tilting his glasses in place once more, feeling the cold sweat finally falling down and hitting his shirt collar. Making sure his breath doesn't fog his vision. Giving temporary relief and confidence to keep this conversation going.
But Leona scoffs, and turns over his shoulder. Dangerous green eyes now sharply impaling Trey’s attempt at a frayed trap.
“Just someone to kill time with,” Leona interrupts and he turns to his heel and walks away, marking the end of the conversation with a hostile comment.
Trey felt terrible. He wanted to protest, he wanted to retort. He wanted to run up to Leona, lift him by the collar and just punch him. Trey is offended, he is offended for Asami. Even more offended by the fact that he was interrupted.
But he stops himself, Trey loses his patience, but never loses his cool. And he starts again. This time, promising to himself that this would be the last bit, and he’d walk away from this with a half triumph. He tries to convince himself.
“Then,” he chuckles— in the small window of confidence he found in himself where he was able to chuckle — and starts again. “If she is just someone to kill time with,” he gulps but he regains his composure before finishing his sentence.
“I mean, I can’t help the fact that she already spends more time with us than in Savanaclaw, anyway,” Trey chuckled, and that slight cockiness Leona didn’t expect right there ran a chill down his spin. There is a smirk in Trey’s face, and he was thankful the dark-haired prince was turned the other way, otherwise he would have been freshly killed three minutes ago. So he banks on this slight advantage. Once again, he tries. For her.
“Then surely, you don’t have a problem if she spends her time with the people who value her the most.”
There was no response but Leona stopped walking.
The chill and heaviness in the air seemed to ward everyone else from that particular part of the hallways. And Trey walks away, leaving Leona standing still. Feet planted heavy on the blasted stone floors of Night Raven with his hackles standing on their end.
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Asami felt happy she was able to finally make a beautiful big batch of white chocolate and raspberry biscuits. Everyone gets a good handful, and it was perfect since they made trays and trays of the stuff.
Trey even helped her wrap everything and was surprised that he even gets his own bag of biscuits. They were delicious, just the right texture and crumble.
Not as sweet as how Riddle would prefer them but they were still very good.
Leona notices the intricately-wrapped yellow pouches being lugged by several students that day. It was a normal day, nothing new for him save for the lack of what his lion brain calls “Asami time”. The first years were carrying the same yellow pouch.
Jack and Epel, too.
Even Vil had one atop his desk.
Leona’s eyebrow raises with irritation.
He continues to roam around looking for a new spot to nap in, and he even sees some of the second years carrying those stupid yellow pouches.
“What the hell is that?” Leona snarls at Rook who was prancing around with the same yellow pouch in his hand.
“Vil & I received them from Kantokusei,” Rook twirled around in delight.
“Isn’t she wonderful, Leona-kun.” Rook added as he slightly leaned against Leona’s side whilst showing him the pouch up close.
“She says she isn’t much of a baker, but these are exquisite, light and not too sweet.” Rook added once more.
He sounded as if he already had too much sugar and this was a little too much for Leona to handle.
Everyone gets one, except for me, Leona thinks. And the image of Trey Clover leaning close to Asami really sent Leona’s imagination into overdrive. He sees Trey with his stupid glasses glimmering against her ear, and she, Asami Oda— the magicless first year he considered someone to just kill time with, looking straight at him with a frown on her face.
The image of her that’s always cheerful around him, always smiling, always blushing— the Asami that was always seeking him out, slowly walking away.
And so he does what he thinks is best. And he tucks his hands in his pockets and walks away. Towards the mirror chamber, and towards Savanaclaw.
Why is he so pissed? He doesn't care about sweets or biscuits anyway.
How exactly does he know those pouches are from her? The list of questions just goes on and on. Until his thoughts were interrupted by a soft chime. He snarls at the sound, but checks. He sees a notification on his phone and opens her message.
Asami: Leona-san, where are you? Can we please talk?
He does nothing.
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Asami is having trouble locating Leona as he isn’t in his usual spot by the botanical garden, nor was he by the big tree behind campus. She sent him a message asking him where she could meet him but there was no reply.
It’s been a long week and she was sure Leona’s been upset with her since she turned him down twice when he sent her a text to “Come over”. The amount of homework didn’t help either. She was able to barter with Jade with shorter shifts thanks to Trey’s convincing, too.
But this whole week, she was only able to see Leona once. She misses him. She wants to see him.
She wanted Trey to come along to accompany her, but he insisted that she already did him proud and was able to bake an amazing cake. And that Leona Kingscholar might not be too pleased to see him with her any time soon.
Asami tilts her head in confusion, but she puts that thought aside, and now she is focusing on finding Leona. Gathering courage from her days of trial and error, gathering courage from the afternoon light that’s now wrapping the mighty halls of Night Raven in preparations for lady night’s arrival.
She carefully places the cake on top of an open box and then puts a tin red paper over it. She didn’t want to fiddle with opening the box and risk ruining the ganache she worked so hard to perfect.
Asami nervously holds the box supported by her forearms hoping she won’t trip as she walks around campus with her cake in hand. She finally did it. After eight trials, eight failures, four stodgy cakes, two overdone cakes, and two cakes that leaked, she was able to make a decent chocolate cake with chocolate ganache to cover the whole diameter.
Chocolate cake with raspberries, and the whole thing covered in dark chocolate ganache. From the finest chocolates Twisted wonderland could offer … that the bit of her savings can afford and she deemed appropriate to offer to a prince.
She knew he might not like the idea of chocolate, maybe if there was meat in it, maybe it would be acceptable. So many questions ran through her head as she power-walked across the almost empty hallways of Night Raven.
Everyone was headed towards their respective clubs, the classrooms were almost empty. The afternoon light slightly accentuating the dark halls almost gave her comfort. The contrast reminded her of Leona. The contrast reminded her of Leona. How, in every bit of dark he showed her, was coupled with the same amount of light that seemed only visible to her. Does he purposely show her this soft side of him? Or was she just imagining it? Projecting onto him the person she wants him to be. Maybe.
She needed to get her act together, focus, and tell him exactly how she felt.
But, the idea of Leona rejecting her homemade cake made her insides quiver.
What was she hoping for? Why did she make the cake?
Asami wants to tell him, “Leona-san I really like you.”
She wants to tell him how she wants to spend all her free time with him, if she could. If he allowed her to. She would.
She wanted to tell him, whenever she sees him, she just wants to be near.
She wants him to know, she just wants to hold his hand.
And that she wants to hold him all the time.
She wants to tell him how she loves it when they kiss, and when they do, she can find a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he likes her back, too.
Or that he— at the very least— likes her enough to keep her around.
That would be enough for her.
But she wants to be honest with him, and sometimes she wants more.
She wants him to know, she might want more.
Sometimes she wants to kiss him a little bit more, a little longer.
When he pulls her closer, she just wants to surrender.
She wanted to tell him how she felt like he was her everything.
Even if she was just someone, maybe even no one. Asami would frown and she would sigh, and she really hoped someone was around so she could ask them if they’ve seen the Savanaclaw Housewarden around. And so she starts walking faster, looking around if he might be napping somewhere obscure this time.
And then, there was a thud.
“Oh crap, this is bad,” one guy spoke nervously after checking if she was okay. The other student suggested it might be a bad idea to deal with this now. And so they both bowed in apology and ran away.
Asami’s arms and hands were still secure around the cake box. But the box was squashed against her chest and she is now on the floor. The impact didn’t hurt, she hit her nose, yes. But it didn’t hurt.
But when she opened her eyes to find herself covered in cake and ganache, that’s when shock coursed through her system. Her arms unceremoniously fell onto the floor. Dropping the remaining cake that was intact. She pushed herself up so she was now sitting in front of her massacred cake. Massacred by her chest. Asami removed her apron before leaving the Home Economics room because she wanted to look nice for Leona. She even got a small canister of rouge to put on her cheek and lips, and parted her hair slightly differently.
She tried to make herself look presentable along with her cake.
And in a blink of an eye she is there, covered in chocolate without any strength. Her eyes fixated on the mess in front of her. And the cake starts to look blurry.
Blurry and sparkly as tears welled from her eyes. She sniffles and finally, she lets all the stress and all the nerves of the past week all out with a bawl.
The halls were empty, so she didn’t even worry about keeping her voice down.
Asami wipes her eyes with her sleeves and even they’re covered in cake. It’s all ruined. It was a hot ball of anger and frustration spiraling from the bottom of her stomach, up her throat, knotted in the back of her head, slowly streaming down her face. There was so much time and resources put into this plan, she just wanted to make something beautiful and delicious. She tried so very hard. She only wanted to show him what and how she felt about him. She just wanted to do something for him. Through this, through something she knew she could do well.
And it circles back. Back to her.
Maybe she was doing this for her. All along. All this time. She felt like a fraud. And this was the universe’s way of punishing her. Nothing ever went right. She was always in trouble, even though she did nothing but work hard, scrub floors, help everyone with homework, do all she could to not be considered dead weight.
She just wanted him to notice her.
She just.
Leona felt a strange feeling tickle his senses when he heard two Savanaclaw students whispering to each other. Somehow, he fell asleep in a back corridor somewhere, and wasn’t even aware that school’s over and it was time to go back to the dorms. Luckily, there was no scheduled Spelldrive practice that day.
But the students’ murmuring really made him wonder.
“Are you sure? We should’ve helped her!” one student cowered whilst looking over the end of the hall.
“It was a mess, we’ll help her uh,” the other student stuttered but pulled his companion towards the other end of the hall. “To-to-tomorrow, we will apologise again.” and they were gone.
Leona yawns and sighs. No sign of her today save for that text message. That same strange feeling inside him pulled him up and dragged his heavy feet towards the hall.
Something fishy about the way those two nervously talking like that. What the hell did they do? Curiosity tingled Leona’s feline senses, and sure enough he found something interesting.
A ghost lady, back hunched forward with blood all over her legs and arms. The kill— he wasn’t sure what creature it was yet— was before her. A big messy lump of black with bits of red.
Smelled like red fruits, and chocolate. The heavy and rich scent of chocolate filled the air making Leona wince. But he soon realises that it’s her.
He slowly walks toward her, watching her for a good few minutes before saying anything. Asami wasn’t moving, and Leona felt a weird instinct to back away a bit. This is the first time he’s ever felt this aura around her. Asami is angry, crying.
“What the hell are you doing?” he snorts. He is clearly annoyed. He very much wanted to know what she’s been doing all this time and with whom. She felt like a stranger. A stranger he hasn’t seen for days. And it irked him to see her in such a weird situation. Is this cake? He thought to himself.
When she finally looked up to him, there was a tight twist from the back of Leona’s throat down to his chest. Her eyes, that were always bright and curious — always shining and eager to please — now look defeated and shattered. Leona reflexively crouches down to see if she’s alright. His gloved hand gently rests on her cheek, now all red along with her eyelids and nose.
“What the heck are you doing?” Leona asks her again, waiting for her glazed eyes to finally focus on him.
What’s wrong? I’m here. His thumb soothingly rubs the side of her chin as he waits for her to respond.
Asami grabs his arm, she looks into his eyes and for a moment, it was as if she was going to say something very important. But her lips started to quiver, catching the prince off guard. And Asami felt like the strength she's been running on for months in this strange world, is slowly dissipating. Until there is no more. Leona waits for her response with a raised eyebrow, trying his best to be patient, trying his best not to just grab her and take her back to his room, clean her up—
She starts crying, sniffling. She is bawling her eyes and heart out.
And then, she starts to speak, at least, to the best that Leona could comprehend.
“Le-Leona-san,” she cries out. Sharp inhales here and there. There is snot dripping down her nose. But weirdly enough, he didn't mind it. Not at all.
“I tried to m-make,” she tries. But her tears just kept coming. Her eyes and her nose were so red he actually felt worried she would end up wounding her own face. Asami's hands were holding onto him like she was about to fall off a cliff.
If desperation had an image and a voice, it would be her, right there and then.
“I just w-wanted to make you,” the young prince of the savanna wasn’t exactly a patient person. And yet, for all his ennui and almost-coldheartedness, Leona found the patience to wait for her to finish what she wanted to say. Wait for her words after every sharp breath. Wait for her to calm down. Slowly piece her muffled phrases together.
And when she finally stopped hiccuping, when she finally stopped mumbling and sniffling. When she softly utters the words I’m so sorry, Leona scratches the back of his head and sighs. “Is this it?” He tries his best not to be so crude, not to be so brusque.
That’s right. He thought to himself. He knew he was good in many things and more but certainly not being someone who is comforting.
He was looking into himself, and trying his best to find a part that could be comforting.
But Leona Kingscholar, even though he won’t admit it openly— even though he didn’t think he would feel this way about anyone, ever — he wanted to find something in himself, maybe, someone. To be someone of comfort to her.
The sky grew richer and darker in colour and the halls seemed longer and darker. The soiled carpet will definitely be put in the list of things she will need to save for, but Leona still felt himself smirk. His hand rested placidly on her cheek, while his other hand supported his weight beside her thigh as he leaned closer.
Asami suddenly feels something warm and mildly rough scraping against her neck and she feels herself gasp.
She gulps, eyes wide in shock not because her cake is smashed all over her and the floor, but because Leona Kingscholar, Housewarden of Savanclaw and the person she so lovingly admires just licked the piece of cake that was covering her chin and neck.
Leona’s eyes now focused on her. He smirks as he wipes his lips with the back of his gloves.
“Who says I can’t still eat it?”
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It was a quiet walk towards Savanaclaw. And with the prefect covered in goo and smelling like a bakery, most of the students stopped and stared as the couple walked across the lounge and up to the Housewarden’s quarters.
Leona didn’t growl at them for being so nosy. He actually felt gratified.
The Ramshackle prefect did all of this for me, he thought to himself as he led her by the hand up to his room. She was quiet with her head down, but at least she stopped crying and stopped making that awful sharp sound whenever she tried to breathe.
They arrive in his room and he closes the door behind her. The lights were off but the veranda offered a dim glow and fresh breeze that further soothed the waning tension from the incident.
Leona’s hands rested on her waist as he waited for her to sober up from her meltdown. Her scent was heavily tainted with sugar and butter and chocolate. Her hair was messy but it was parted differently. And even though she already stopped crying, her cheeks were still as red, and so were her lips.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he gauges the situation and waits for her response. But Asami is still quiet. Her eyes almost droopy but Leona knew they were present and they were focused on him. She doesn’t say anything, so Leona takes this queue to do as he felt was necessary. He removes his gloves and tosses them to the side. Removes her blazer with such care. She doesn’t resist, almost as if she was letting him lead her to whatever’s going to happen next.
He removes his yellow vest and white shirt, and she hears a button fall and roll away onto the floor. That sound woke her up, but her senses were dulled and heightened by the fact that Leona was shirtless in front of her. As if she wasn’t already hit by an emotional overload from the events of the afternoon, she has to brace herself for what’s to come.
Leona is beautiful, he’s always been beautiful to her. And now she can definitely see that his chest is well-defined, his hair falling down his shoulders framed his build faultlessly. His arms were strong and athletic- but not too bulky, and she could see his tattoo wrapping around his muscles clearly. She wonders when he got it but she didn’t have the strength to do so.
This is the first time she is face-to-face with his figure like this. And she isn’t quite sure what to do with herself. Carnelian eyes wide with curiosity and her lips slightly parted as she watched him undress. It was almost as if she was able to taste him already, he is so close. His chest, Asami, his chest, she thought to herself.
Maybe this is a dream. She thought to herself.
Leona doesn’t say anything but his face watches her reactions as he moves around the room. He then kneels down in front of her and she gulps as his hands reach for the hems of her skirt.
“You need to remove these, too,” his sharp emerald eyes looked up to her as his finger tapped gently on her thigh, and Asami almost forgot how to breathe. Her chest is increasingly tighter and tighter with his every movement around her.
What is happening? Why is it so dark? What am I doing? What is he doing?
There was a squeak and then the sound of water running.
And Leona takes her by the hand and leads her into the shower.
He helped her remove her blouse but he was mindful to be behind her. It was cute, Asami thought. She didn’t think Leona could be this considerate. She quite frankly didn’t expect to witness this side of him.
She knew there was more to him than what meets the eye. So much more to him than his sardonic growl. So much more to him than what he lets others now. There was a kind of faith there, and she wasn’t entirely sure what it is she sees in him for her to stick around.
He wasn’t the nicest person, and sometimes he can be a little rough. Nipping at her ear, tugging at her collar, pulling her wrist - And yet whenever they reach a tipping point, she would always find the smallest tiniest bit of kindness that would make her want to come back and restart the whole process once more.
The steam from the shower was soothing to Asami. As one who’s been insecure about her body, as a girl who hasn’t found the time and chance to be intimate with anyone, like this, it was comforting to have that warm veil to hold her as Leona’s fingers gently rubs shampoo all over her hair. Leona Kingscholar wasn’t synonymous to ‘gentle’ or ‘caring’, Asami thought. But right now, he is gentle, and she feels cared for. Something she hasn’t felt in a long long time.
After a few minutes, he stops. And as Asami looks over her shoulder, she sees him turn around to face the other way and shampoo his own hair.
There were no words, only the sound of running water, the thick cloud of steam around them and the warmth that clung around Asami’s skin. And somehow, that was enough for her. Maybe, it was enough for Leona too.
He hands her some shower gel and she takes in a few pumps to lather and cleans herself off. Clearing away the sweat, tears, butter and chocolate. There was something strange about being there. And yet for all her nervousness, Asami did not feel any licentiousness with them sharing the shower.
Asami stays under the running hot water, her hands hugging herself the entire time. And finally as she is able to relax, Leona walks out of the shower and dunks himself onto the fresh hot bath. As the sound of water spilling to the edge filled the bathroom, Asami was left wondering and waiting.
Leona’s voice breaks the silence. “Are you coming or what?”
He sighs and it echoes through the whole space. And somehow Asami feels her throat tied in a knot. She gulps, her heart is racing. Maybe it’s from the heat of the shower, or the smooth baritone of his voice. She was reluctant to face him, as she was completely naked. But once she saw that he was leaning back with a cool towel covering his face, she felt something tug at her heartstrings, drawing a soft smile to her lips. He’s never been this caring, and she is finding more and more reasons to fall for him.
Asami dips her toes as her hand finds support by holding onto his knee. She was surprised she did, but Leona didn’t comment on it. He was also thankful that she barely notices how his ears twitched at the soft squeak she made. But he is trying his best. And she is being so good. She settles in front of him.
The hot water slowly takes her in and calms her tense body.
She doesn’t move for a while, and Leona takes the cool towel and puts it on top of her head. Hoping it would help her relax. Her shoulders cave in for a bit once he did, and then she relaxes again. No words, and the silence is just as thick as the steam around them. The hot water relaxed the nerves that were halting their slow and shaky progress. The soft yellow light of the bathroom, too, helped soothe the tension.
Asami looked over her shoulder again, hands hugging herself tight as she looked into Leona’s eyes. They were evergreen and calm.
Focused on her just as much.
His wet hair somehow made him look more vulnerable. And Asami felt privileged to be witness to this side of him. How beautiful he looked, the slight flush of his cheeks made her heart beat faster. His shoulders, his collarbone, the dip down where his chest starts. She was crazy about him.
“I think,” Asami tries to break the silence. Words spilled from her lips normally after what felt like forever. Leona shifts, slightly straightening himself up though unconsciously. It’s true they never crossed the line like this before. They’ve kissed, many times but nothing more. He’s aware she isn’t quite ready for what he’s looking for. Making him reevaluate time and time again what exactly it is that he wanted from her. He was curious, above all else.
But if he was going to get an explanation, or anything, he wanted it to be at a time when she is ready.
“I didn’t know how,” she shifts, and Leona had to remind himself to look away when she did. He was trying his bestest to be considerate. But he can only look away for so long, and his self control can only hold him down so much. Especially when she is here, wading softly in his tub. She is naked, just as naked as he is. His exhales are now heavier and fuller than a minute ago. He is trying. This girl is always making him try.
“My feelings for you, Leona-san,” her hands prop her up a bit and she settles down the water again. And his hands instinctively watch out, making sure she doesn’t slip and fall down. The top part of her breasts were visible, and they were right in front of him. Full and flushed. The lower half looked like they were underwater. She looked like she was gleaming, glowing. Her small shoulders, he missed them. It’s been a while, he thought. He missed her neck, her chin.
He didn’t think the small details of her face mattered at all but it did.
Leona had to blink a few times to focus the haze that’s now slowly glazing his vision. Focus, Leona.
He gulps but he tries his best to listen. His elbows rest on either side of the tub letting his hands hang freely, strategically away from her body. Leona is able to relax simply because of the hot water, and the fact that she’s stopped crying.
Asami looked unsure; looked scared, she looked like she wanted something. Something from him, perhaps. Eyes of liquid sun regaining their usual glimmer darted here and there; her shoulders pulled in together and then relaxed, and again tense up. Her hair seemed darker as it fell flat around her face.
Cheeks and lips as red as they always have been, how badly he wanted to kiss her right there, she will never know. But he didn’t want to interrupt her.
“I'm not sure why and how but—” there was a pause, and Asami looks straight into his eyes once more. She takes in a deep shaky breath. Leona takes in a deep breath, bracing himself as he devoted all his attention to her next words. Asami scooches closer to him, so she was now just between his legs.
“I think I am falling for you. More and more,
I want to know more about you
I want to understand you
I want to be closer to you
Even if it’s just a little bit each time.”
Maybe each time we kiss, we close in a mile
Every time our hands touch, we close the distance between us
Distance slowly shattered by the heat shared by our skin, but we’re still anchored by the dim light of our hearts.
A growing light
To feel you
Really see you
And really hear you
I’d love to
“Leona-san, would you let me?” she asks, her hand warm against his chest.
He takes her hand, lifts it to his lips and he nips at her fingertips. Faint scent of chocolate, rich butter and sugar still seeped into her skin. She is sweet, and Leona— though he didn’t care for sweet things— loved the flavour that is her.
A/N: If you’ve come this far, Thank you so much for reading! If you’re interested on how these two get together, you can check out their love story up on AO3
Link https://archiveofourown.org/works/25322554/chapters/61396324
Tags: 5+ Years AU, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Teasing, Hair-pulling, Vanilla, Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, He is a boob man, Not Beta Read, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Light Angst, Waiting, Unrequited Love
A/N: All my TWST works will reference my original long fic of my OC, Asami and Leona Kingscholar.
If you'd like to know how the relationships got established, you may read the long fic EYES NOSE LIPS. I was in desperate need for some Jade teasing and smut and this came to me and I JUST - I needed to write it. Thank you so much for @pseudofaux for the help with writing some of the imagery I had for this piece.
She is an amazing writer and writes for most Otome Fandoms (and anime) tastefully, skilfully and beautifully!
Chapter 1: I’ve missed you
It would be like this. The quiet week when Jade finally takes a few days off from work. It would be subtle, but it was a regular occurrence, a few days in the middle of the month.
A few months before he finished his final year in the magical university, Jade was given a shiny opportunity as a manager-in-training for a luxurious hospitality agency. And while Floyd opted for a more adventurous career, Jade quite liked the more domestic approach. He liked staying in one place, and doing what he knew he could do best. To serve .
Triton Hotel is strategically and most notably one of the most iconic landmarks of Santería — a neighbouring Savanna sharing a border with Afterglow. About six hours by plane, but only two hours to pass through a magic mirror.
He’ll clock out with everything in order, a set of phone numbers and potions at the ready if an event where he is desperately needed may occur. He'll make sure though, prior to this appointment that he won’t be needed. At least, until his awaited engagement was fulfilled.
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As his gloved fingers aligned the last bit of stem on a vase of casablanca lilies, he straightened himself, brushed his jacket neatly in place as he eyed the clock. Any minute now—
A soft knock by his door. Precisely just as he predicted. His loft had been thoroughly cleaned, and he put on fresh flowers she liked. Got that room mist she picked out the last time they went out for tea. Jade Leech would breathe in, as if savouring the air through his lungs in this form. The form he felt fortunate to swell in.
To have this skin—
He reached for the brass handle, and as he opened the door, there she was. Raven hair tied neatly behind her. Her collared shirt buttoned just how he liked it. Her dark long skirt covered most of her beauty, beauty he was all too familiar with. Jade smiled at her, and gestured for her to come in. A gloved hand slowly finding themselves ghosting the small of her back. “Come in,” it tells her. Quietly, very gently hovering over, already anticipating the warmth of her supple—
“You’re late,” he chuckled, and instantly her cheeks would sport a mellow pink. And then, as he spoke and approached her, as his hands found her close and closer, the colour growing as intense, her apology now irrelevant, her face now too alluring, too inviting for him not to be this close. “Jade-san—
He wished she dropped the honorific. He felt as if she was calling someone else, someone familiar yet at the same time, still a stranger, even after all those years.
And though he was not present in her life, he hasn’t been for years— almost a decade— Jade felt that his shadow still clung around the scent of her hair.
Still clawed its way into her dreams when they lay together at night.
“I’ve missed you so—” she did, and he could feel it. The way she pulled him close, so close to her, he would always need to reach down even though Jade knew he could easily lift her in his arms. But she wasn’t fond of that, he knew better. It would remind her of him— her other, her long-lost love. The one who didn’t return her affections. The one who left.
Remembering him ticks something inside of Jade.
Hands would trail from her small shoulders, slowly removing the white gloves with his teeth. A sight he knew always excited her.
Thumbs slowly finding themselves by the small of her neck. He’d stop there, mismatched eyes of ochre, and lead admiring her features, gently—fiercely. Jade always felt the need to compete with a ferocity that’s been a struggle for her to forget. Even with him there.
She is the same Asami, yes she is— though, the years have certainly made her even more impeccable than the days she used to waltz across the floors of the Mostro Lounge. And her long hair now, framed her face better. Not that her shorter hair didn’t. Something about her keeping it tight and in place behind her excited the fins under his flesh, under this form.
Something about the way she kept herself from others; from the long sleeves she always wore, to the way her hosiery clung to her skin, something about it made the corners of Jade’s lips pull up to a satisfied smile. Thumbs now gently finding their way around her jaw, and now she’s looking up at him. Lips slightly parted, pale and luscious — just the way he likes her. Flushed and eager with anticipation. She’s always been stirred around him, and as the years went by, and as she learned of his affections towards her, she was able to let her guard down.
She was able to relax around him, and every now and then, she’d open the doors that led to her locked heart.
Heart that’s been locked away for him— thinking about him made the inside of Jade’s stomach coil and quiver.
A man he loathed but thanked at the same time. For he made her so beautiful, made her wait, made her patient — exactly how he loved her.
Devoted, hungry and yearning — and how, as time twirled her around and around, the precious seconds that she’s on her own on this marble polished twisted floor—of magic and wonderland, of things that will never be known to her— he was able to perform his best steps so far. Like Rothbart, he was patient to learn that dance, he was patient to learn the music, patient to learn when the prince would step away from crescendo, patient to finally have her hands slowly find his.
And he was sure not to ever let her escape, not ever.
His lips were gentle on her cheek, and Jade could hear her soft humming as he trailed gentle kisses up to the side of her head just above her eyelid. Gently, very gently on her forehead, then his hands would slowly and gingerly press themselves along her jawline, his lips—now hungry and bruising against her chin, and then her jaw.
Longer, sweeter, and heavier kisses followed his fingers as he carefully trudged across her skin like gravity couldn’t help but press himself towards her . And Jade would feel her hands on his forearm, desperately pulling him closer. She can be impatient, with so many years being too patient. For him, it wasn’t an issue. He is willing to give her what she wants, what she always wanted but never felt like she deserved.
His lips would finally land on hers, and she was very quick to open her mouth to him. Inviting him into this world only of lush and velvet— of sweetness and bitterness, the taste that’s uniquely her.
He would always know.
“Jade,” when she is desperate like this, she is quick to lose herself. Quick to drop the politeness she once so carefully honed like he did. They were quite similar in this aspect. But in the way Asami lost herself, Jade found her over and over again. His tongue now finding salvation, finding comfort in her mouth. It’s been weeks since they saw each other. His work didn’t allow many days for him to be away, certainly not even weekends, to their dismay. And she was unable to travel through mirrors without a companion bearing magic. Certainly not for more than a few minutes.
Her hands pulled him closer by the nape, her smaller figure trying her bestest to reach up to him, “I’m—
She is panting now, and it’s one of the things that Jade loved the most. Even more than his precious terrariums and the many trinkets he’s collected off the land throughout the years. She was like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow . The trinkets he’s collected, polished and admired were merely coins, coins that just sunk to the bottom of this grand marble fountain. And she was the centerpiece, and the rainbow her mere crown. Jade didn’t think it was possible to be this hungry, this crazy about a human woman.
Asami tugged at his collar, and with fingers almost as skilled and swift as Jade’s, his tie was immediately on the floor. His jacket was already coming off as she pushed him down his leather couch. A rich crimson, and with dusts of gold, much like her eyes. Eyes he’d admired for so long. Jade is relaxed under her stare, she looked like a beast from this angle. Like a panther, ready to devour. He quite liked that contrast as she was as quiet and as shy as he could be prowling. Her knees resting between his legs, letting him know she wanted to take charge, maybe today if he let her. And Jade would smile, hands tight around the small of her back, and gently smoothing themselves around her waist, and then resting firmly by her lower abdomen.
“Come,” he invited her, his voice a smooth Ambrosian—a drug to Asami.
Her hands rested around his shoulders as she leaned for another sweet kiss.
Jade loved the way she would seem brave as she leaned close, and how softly and easily she melted under his embrace. And her head would gently rest on his shoulder after kisses, she would always be embarrassed like this. And Jade's hands would only pull her closer, gloved hands like a virtuoso of her melody, gently lifting the hems of her shirt, untucking her blouse and slowly undoing the buttons from the bottom, and then she moans.. And she would watch him, cheeks flushed red as he unbuttons her shirt.
Her hands, still on his shoulders.
Jade would run his hands, from the bottom wire of her brassiere, to the fullness of her, cupping her breasts with his hands as she slowly reached for another kiss. Hands heavy around her, and then back to where he knows she loves it best. Orchestrating touches that earned him the sweetest of sounds. Her chest, her neck, and then again, her jaw. Followed by wet kisses, and eager nips. Hands finding themselves back down her breasts again, and Asami would always wonder when she’d black out during this slow languid way he fondled her. Her blouse would be on the floor in an instant. And his hands were already pulling by her ass, lips and tongue now lapping at her full softness.
Jade was sure she won’t always be conscious of it, but her hands would pull him closer by the nape, breathless and parched for him. Music clung to its pilgrims. And he is, as he so lovingly puts it, both the virtuoso and the instrument. Only for her songs, only for her pleasure.
“It felt like forever,” it was a gradual process, how she eased into his fins. And Jade almost marveled at how their little human lost her composure the closer they fell for each other. Closer and closer , slowly, she revealed herself to him like she had never before, even after all these years of knowing.
Jade knew how much of herself she devoted to Kingscholar, so, to see her come undone like this, for him specifically, was a sight to behold. A reward for all that waiting.
Though she wasn’t one to take charge, the way she pushed him down his leather sofa proved to be quite the surprise for Jade. The way her chest heaved let the silk organza she wore shimmer under the warm lights of his loft. Like mellow clouds illuminating heaven, and she was the brightest shine, the goddess that pulled that world of light and love together.
He felt blessed to be in this form. In this form, his hands could run from her shoulders, to the small of her back. Down to her ass, a place he didn’t think would be this delectable, this tempting. Her cheeks have the sweetest tint of apples, and he quite liked the way she looked whenever she was embarrassed. Parted lips that seemed to call out to him, in every language--- human and merfolk, how her shoulders pulled themselves together under his gaze, how she’d avert her eyes— his stare can be too much for her— she admits that one time.
But Jade was quite fond of that look on her face.
And as Asami watched his eyes, she almost forgot how his hands were already undoing the last button that let her blouse down. Curious, slender fingers now teasing the top part of her chest as he pulled her closer, and closer.
She knew Jade knew his way around her like this. Her bra would come undone in an instant, and sometimes she’d wonder how much experience he’s had before her. Before all of this.
He is careful as his mouth enveloped her like this. She trusted him to be careful, though Asami knew, after a certain point in time, that Jade needed more. He needed to let the ferocity hidden behind features like alabaster and pearl, behind polite speech, behind knifelike teeth out.
Out to ravage her.
And the old fear she knew around him slowly sublimated, slowly fed a newfound feeling for him.
Something akin to the hunger she once felt for someone else, though she tried her bestest not to compare.
Wet. It was warm and wet. And though at times Jade Leech looked like he was nothing but.
Though she knew his form under the sea, savage and cold— unforgiving—the Jade before him was warm, inviting, just as hungry as she was. Just as parched as she was.
And she would gasp, and wrap her arms around him. Her face hid by the crook of his neck. Jade’s hands now grabs her thighs, and slowly drags himself across her skin. Fingers now find himself on her inner thigh, and she would gasp again. The anticipation nearly unbearable for Asami, but she quite liked the thrill of waiting. She was primed to wait, and Jade was always set to reward her.
“I— I thought I’d,” she thought about it. Taking charge. But Jade is always quick to give her the illusion that she could. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t think she would be capable of it. It was more that he enjoyed the image of her unravelling. The sounds she makes as his fingers tease her wetness. Her eagerness was fully displayed by the lack of underwear. But Jade quite liked how she kept the garterbelt on, and how the stockings hugged her plump thighs. Jade didn’t think it would be possible to want a human woman like this. To hunger for a creature of land, like this.
“I didn’t think you were the naughty type,” he chuckled against her hair. And then, he inhales . A deep inhale, savouring the air around her like this, with this form . His two fingers now inside her wet cunt, Asami moans and Jade lets himself breathe more of her, strands of her raven hair getting caught between his teeth, her hands around him tighter.
“Only, if you’ll be the one to punish me,” she tries her best, sometimes she’ll play a part - but Asami is always soft, always so sweet. He admits playing pretend sometimes gets his fins excited, gets his mouth watering, his cock hard. But Jade loved her like this. Just as much as the timid and docile Asami he’s loved over the years.
His hands reached for her ponytail, a soft thug. She moans after a soft gasp. Jade’s mouth smothering her breasts with kisses and nips. His other hand pumping into her core softly, but deeply. Two, and then three. Asami’s hands are tight around him, holding herself together. He could be unforgiving, and she’s learned to brace herself when he is in a steady pace like this.
His hands on the knot that holds her hair together, now tighter. Pulling her hair tight, slowly wrapping her hair around his wrist. His mouth lapped at her nipple, taking her— as much as possible — in his mouth.
“I’ve missed you, Asami—” he murmurs onto her skin, followed by wet nips and then gently picks her up. She holds on to him, arms wrapping tight around his neck. She didn’t like it when he did this, but it stirs something inside Asami and she can only go quiet, she can only let him.
And he carries her, legs wrapping around his lithe figure, towards his bedroom. He is as quiet as she is. And he inhales the scent of her hair. Jade gently pushes the door close with his heel, and then very gently settles her there.
The finest artefact he’s ever acquired off land.
Chapter 2: Tamed by You
Trinkets and treasures, flora and fauna he’s collected off the land receive a special space in his loft. Carefully curated around him, like the work of the princess of the sea who collected treasures from sunken ships. How he admired her fortitude. How he wished to be surrounded by such beautiful, such wonderful things, too.
Surely, none of them could be bad?
But only the empress of his world deserves the prime space of his collection, the shelf of his bed.
Unfortunately, his empress seems displeased. Being carried, like the way he brought her to the bed… Jade knows she dislikes it. That it reminds her of someone else, someone with the same kind of fury, but rougher, harder.
The sight of her pouting worries Jade, but it amuses him just as much. He hovers over on his mattress , the weight of him like an aphrodisiac seeping into her skin, into her lungs, into her lust.
“I told you,” she whispers, cheeks flushed, and the corners of her eyes shining with almost tears. “I don’t like being carried,” and he knows this. He knows this well.
But couldn’t help doing it anyway.
He plants a chaste kiss on her cheek, and then her forehead, his hand smoothing her forehead under him. “Forgive me,” he hisses, whilst taking her hand and planting soft kisses around her knuckles and fingers. Jade never wants to truly disappoint or upset her in any way.
But if it will rile her up in the end, he has the tendency to try.
“What would you like?” Another kiss, to her wrist. Then to her elbow, while he waits for her to decide and answer. His eyes never leave hers. Asami hums, and she takes a minute, while watching him plant kisses all over her hands and wrist, and then she takes him by the hand.
Pulls him back up to her into a full embrace.
She is quiet for a bit as Jade holds her tight. Then, she is facing him again, her eyes misted with want, and lips parted — ready and very, very delectable, to Jade.
“I want you,” she whispers as she pulls him close, lips parting just for him, at least Jade hopes. Her mouth invites him in, making way for only him between those lips of hers. He loves them so dearly. But whenever she expresses it like this, Jade can’t help but wonder if it is really him that she is asking for. He would very much prefer that she call his name.
Sometimes, even in these heady moments of pleasure and satisfaction, Jade’s mind can’t help but go there — to Kingscholar’s image. The subtle ways he dragged her around, as if wielding lace entwined with barbed wire around her neck and she couldn’t quite tell the difference. His indifference towards her, and how she lapped every crumb of affection he hands out every now and then.
How she deserved so much more.
It was ridiculous, how easy it all looked, how easy it all felt. All of a sudden, she was within Leona’s arms. And just like that, he let her go. No explanations, nothing.
But Jade tries to convince himself. That he is the one there, not him.
He is the one undressing Asami, with his hands, in this skin.
Not him. Not Leona Kingscholar.
Jade’s hands push the hems of her skirt up to her waist, and part the soft fabric to reveal her skin. How he has missed her like this, quivering and wet underneath his stare, underneath his hands. He leans in and trails wet, rough and jagged kisses across her neck, to her collarbone, to her shoulder, biting his way back down to her chest. His hands tightly pin her wrists down.
You’re mine, they tell her.
All mine, she hears it through his ragged breathing, through the grip on her skin. His kisses feel like warnings, beware, they tell her. But she isn’t one to listen. Not when his lips are so inviting, not when his hands of alabaster guide her so lovingly toward him. Another kiss, on the side of her breast, and then he sucks on her sensitive skin. Jade knows exactly where to kiss, exactly where to touch to put her in pieces, moaning underneath him. His fingers are trailing where the garterbelt clips, and they are easily undone by his skillful hands.
The sound of his belt unbuckling is music to Asami’s ears. She loves it, and she looks forward to the events he can lead her to after.
Her eyes try their best to focus on him, and the shape of his waist. The abdominal lines that excite her so. His trail, a darker shade of teal that makes her insides quiver. Jade Leech is a curious creature. He’s also a creature of beauty, of ferocity, and something else Asami can’t spell, not with the letters that this world can wield.
Jade knows how much it pleases her, when he is in this state of undress. The blush on her face alone is enough to know: she can’t get enough, and she wants more. More.
Jade leans in, for another sweet and tender kiss, and Asami’s hands are pulling him close, from the nape, and her hands snake around the back of his ear, her fingers gingerly caressing his earlobes. Jade doesn’t understand why she does this, what the need for it is but he lets her anyway. Maybe she is amused with sleeping with a partner who has human ears, maybe? The thought makes Jade chuckle, though she doesn’t ever seem to notice it.
“Jade.” He hovers over her like a spell gone wild, a premonition, and he languidly breathes into her skin, down her abdomen, his fingers following after— and then down her belly, fingers stroking her thighs. Heavy hands now guide her thighs up and open for him, so he can finally have the perfect view of her.
He was quick to learn the ways of pleasure for creatures of the land, but for Asami’s sake, he had to go very slow. He had to make sure he knew what she wanted, or at least, what she thought she wanted. Jade Leech leans in, and she holds her breath, her hands anchoring her to his mattress.
Asami feels him, wet and hot, a very very hot mouth on her. Tongue, a different kind of sensation than what she was used to, not as rough, not as shocking. And she feels the movement of some smooth recitation from Jade Leech’s curious and dangerous lips onto her wet cunt.
He hears the softness of her breath, the music it brings out of her, and Jade is delighted. His hands tighten around her thighs as dips his tongue deeper, alternating sucks and broad drags of his tongue. Tasting her.
She reaches for him, hands desperate to hold him as she looks into his mismatched eyes. Asami likes it whenever Jade does this, and his eyes never leave hers.
When he stares right back into hers, into her core, she feels the affection she has never thought she deserved. The love she has been hoping for. It just took her several years to realise that perhaps, it was meant to come from someplace else, from someone else. She is grateful.
Jade reveres her like an empress, like she is the fairest of all the land - maybe she truly is , for him at the very least.
She is a confection of delicateness, and melodic sighs— everything Jade wants, everything he loves most. Her legs shake from pleasure and the intensity of his touch, and he loves the way she looks as she searches for something, anything, to tether herself into this bed— his domain — desperate to keep herself in place. Because she knows if she doesn’t, she will be drifting away in pieces at how hard he is going at her clit, how hot his mouth feels on her and how much he is teasing her.
But his hands remind her that he is present, he is there.
He is her anchor, and her storm at sea — all in one.
His forearms push her down, while his hands reach for her breasts— he can, even with this form, he surely can— mouth, tongue and almost teeth still on her cunt. There have been times when he thought about doing all of this to her, with her, in his true form, and he wonders if she will ever be up for it. Jade’s mind wanders for a second, but he does not let up, it is still all about her. If he wanders too long, her voice will bring him back, her voice— as if it is truly the most precious, valuable thing in this world — brings him back to the shore of her body, the coast of her softness.
Asami holds her breath when she feels she is close, but Jade Leech wants this to last.
So he sucks hard, earning him a gasp, and then a groan. Asami chants towards enlightenment; she has to redo it and try again, if Jade lets her.
Jade feels it when she opens herself wider, urges him to push her down harder and heavier, she is close. Jade takes her by the thighs, and adjusts himself so he almost looks like he is ready to slip his entire self into her and his tongue yields her soft, hot and wet flesh, and invites her to come. Softly grazing her with his tongue, and then, sucking, and then again licking her softly.
Time feels like it stops when Asami holds herself like this, holds her breath again.
When Jade finally lets her have it, he continues his pace as he listens to her. He is desperate to make her concentrate on her sweet bundle of nerves, the touch of his tongue, and the warmth of his breath onto her.
And she finds release, her thighs tighten around his face and she cries out incoherent words and mews of satisfaction. Jade adores how she coos, and he kisses her inner thigh, continuously, letting her ride the waves of pleasure he so patiently lavished. Jade carefully moves her legs, and moves up to watch her face as she pants. Her eyes find him, smiling, and she doesn't utter a word, but Jade’s fingers are quick to trace her cheeks that are now so red, down to her lips that now look so desperate and wanting for more.
When they meet like this, a few days in the middle of each month, he savours every opportunity to make her come, and Jade finds great satisfaction in making sure she enjoys the best release, every single time. He is particularly proud of the way his masterful hands seemingly wrenched the pearl of her soul out of her oysterlike prison— out of the steel bars of the lion’s den— and into this world that is his bed.
She is his pearl, his treasure.
His precious Asami, pearlescent and soft and beautiful in the centre of his world. How he loves her, how desperate he is to keep her right there. Away from the clutching grip of the past, away from the claws of unrequited love and away from Kingscholar, forever, if this world so allows.
“P-please,” she moans, and she begs. Jade can’t refuse her when she does this. Her voice sounds like she could break, any minute now, his precious pearl. His lone casablanca.
Jade starts slow. Getting accustomed to the pleasures of this form, within this skin, didn’t take very long. She is irresistible to him, and when she first let him have her, he was surprised to find how easily he could break underneath this spell she is so unaware that’s binding his heart, his fangs, his claws and his very essence to her. Her alone.
Jade’s hand now firm on her ass, Asami opens her legs a little bit more, his grip tighter and his breathing slower and heavier than hers as he brushes the tip of his cock against her cunt.
A greedy woman, she truly is. And Jade can feel his lips form a satisfied smile, so maybe he made her this way.
“P-please,” she moans and she begs as he rolls her over.
They fuck hard and she can barely keep herself upright as Jade pushes his entire length and girth inside her. She is thankful he is so considerate, making sure there were pillows underneath her, and her face is properly cushioned. But sometimes she wonders if he truly is thoughtful, with how hard his nails are digging onto her skin, with how hard he is fucking into her.
A heavy force, just as rough when you let him be, Jade Leech.
Leona and Jade - different sides of the same ferocious coin.
But it is funny to Asami how, in between gasps and out-of-breath kisses, in the spaces between Jade thrusting himself into her, she finds these comparisons. She doesn’t want to compare them, but a common ground always seems to connect her hearts to them. Her past, and now present.
Her maelstrom, her lighthouse. Her Jade.
His scent long forgotten, his fangs long absent from her skin. Bruises long healed.
Jade bends down, sucks on her shoulder as he pounds her harder. Harder. Faster. And Asami cannot hear herself and how she is moaning, but Jade can hear her, only her. Sometimes muffled against the pillow, and then she tilts her head to the side and gasps for air.
Hands circle around her, feeling her breasts, and then he adjusts himself, his hands supporting themselves on her hips once more. He smoothes them down to her ass.
Jade knows she likes it hard, and he has always found that he wants to compete with that ferocity he knows she once loved. The only kind of love she knew, until him. Sometimes he wonders if she still loves him. If he is only a replacement. Sometimes his mind wanders. And then he goes harder, harder, pulling her pony out so he can let her hair down. Just to grab it up so it is held by his fingers instead and he can pull her hair so much tighter as he bottoms out. He is rough, and Asami is near to tears. But she likes it, she loves it. He knows she does.
“J-Jade,” she moans, drooling on her pillow. Jade pulls out, turns her so she is laying on her back. “Face me,” he growls. His voice lower now, deeper. His hands are pushing her thighs down and open, and he goes for it yet again. His thumb slowly glide down her clit as he enters her again. She gasps sharply, her eyes watching his every move, so she sees the shimmer in his eyes - dark and dangerous- and the way it encourages her to let go and come again.
He wishes someone could watch the way he fucks her. There is elegance there. His ferocity is carefully wrapped around by elegance, wrapped around her and her finger, though she doesn’t know this. Not fully.
He fucks her hard. And he takes her ankles and plants wet kisses there. Alternating with eager nips, bending and then pushing her down, harder. Kisses to her knees, it feels so good. “Ah-,” he grunts as he pushes down her legs, this lets him go deeper, more forceful.
The composure and finesse that hold Jade Leech’s demeanor together slowly break as he fucks her.
Jade knows that she isn’t made of glass. She can take it, blow by blow. So he wants to make her. He repositions them again, and puts her up so she is sitting on his lap. And then he lets her work herself down on him. He grips her tightly around the waist before he slides his hands toward her ass. His middle finger gently strokes her there, wringing another sharp gasp out of her. He knows Asami finds support around his neck whenever he teases her like this. She is breathless, and she is blushing, but she wants all of this and more.
The perfect view of her face, and the expression she is now wearing— so different, a far cry from her prim, proper, pure self outside his domain.
Only for him, she is like this only for him. Only like this— because of him.
Jade Leech doesn’t think he is deep enough, so he pushes her down, shocking Asami with the swift movement. Jade’s laboured breathing is something she can never get used to, just like the way he blushes whenever they are so close like this thrills her. His hungry eyes seem to see through all of her, exciting her insides, making her drip. Jade is thrusting into her again, and she can feel how close she is. His pace becomes more erratic, his elegance slowly crumbling to a jerky staccato that’s very unlike his usual rolls into her.
“Asami,” he hisses in between heavy breaths, and she tries to touch his thighs— as he fucks into her, starved and ravenous like the predator that he truly is. She wants to touch him too. She wants him too. She wants her hands all over him too.
Asami’s soft fingers call out to him, and he is quick to go into her embrace. His hips crash onto hers so feverishly she feels her whole body jerk and bob up and down. She feels good, she loves his relentlessness. He is close himself, brought there by her body, by her arms around him.
She stretches for a kiss. Her fingers toy with his earring, as their lips lock once more.
What is it about predators that attract her attention, make her fingers tingle? What is it about carnivores? Asami doesn’t understand it, but she knows Jade is so beautiful to her. She can feel him hitting the deepest parts of her. There is a slight sting, but the pleasure of him, the pleasure of it all, is stronger.
“I love you,” escapes her soft lips, and Jade wonders if she is really talking to him. Sometimes the trust he so lovingly bestowes upon her betrays him in the most unfortunate moments. But he tries to push that thought aside, looks directly into her eyes so he can see only her and she can see only him.
And how the light seems to reflect on her eyes, always. He loves her, too— of course he does, so much. He has thought of her with fondness since the first time they met. It took him a long fucking time to make his move but here he is, cock-deep in her, finally.
Not for the first time and not the last.
That thought is what makes him come, hot and slick inside and desperate to stay there. Her legs squeeze him lovingly, her arms pull him tight as he bites the side of her neck and feels how the last of his release oozes into her This skin, his temporary form, how grateful he is for it right now. How grateful he is for anything that lets him be with her.
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The aftermath of it all is a sacred time for Jade. He lays beside her, eyes carefully watching the soft shadows of her lashes on her cheeks, even breathing from her softly parted lips. The dark of her hair all over his pillow and her back, she lays on her tummy and he pokes her cheek with a soft chuckle.
What a beautiful creature, he thinks to himself. He won’t ever get used to it, he won’t ever get tired of her, this view and the many things they could learn and explore together. Jade runs his fingers through her hair, and gives her a kiss on her cheek.
And then on her fringe, inhaling deeply. He wanted to run a bath for her, but she insisted on staying in bed, and being held. He can never refuse her.
Even though Jade is the one who trims the stems of the bouquet, and sets each flower in place...even though he is the one usually in control, she rules his heart. He is on his knees because of her. She is the queen of lilies after all, the empress of his world, his precious pearl. He cannot force her and he cannot taint her.
He can only try to improve her vase.
Maybe this is what brought the king to his knees. Maybe this is why he left. Maybe he realised how big an impact she could make on his life, on his heart. But that thought makes Jade chuckle. He hasn’t been a coward, he thinks. And he marvels at how long she has waited, and how long he waited for her, the intersections in the past where they connected and met. He believes, has believed for so long, that he is the one for her.
The delicate petals, much like her lips, the precise way the flower bends, the purity of it all— his heart sings for the queen of lilies, for his casablancas.
Carefully curated, skillfully placed, within his domain.
Purest white set upon the backdrop of his darkness, elegance and ferocity…but he knows deep down, he is a mere devotee. Not a director.
Beauty tames ferocity. Always.
A/N: I just want to say thank you A BIG BIG THANK YOU to pseudofaux for helping me with this delicate piece. I wanted to stay consistent and faithful to the first chapter. I also never really written a full sexual scene so I was struggling a lot. Thank you Pseu for your patience and for your hardwork. Thank you.
I also want to thank scummy for helping me sent the pace and tone/flow of the first draft. Thank you so much!
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