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Tattoed (Leona Kingscholar X Adult! Reader)

So I officially figured out how to do a masterlist on here, complete with hyperlinks to works, so it's now pinned on my blog for ease of access (mostly my own, a little for other peoples)

Anywho, I had the idea last night of Leona realising that Yuu/the reader has tattoos and wanted to write something. The tattoos on the reader are based on my own tattoos (both the ones I currently have and ones I'm booking in to get at the time of writing). The main one referenced in this fic is my Fairy Tail guild mark on my forearm, secondarily a deltora quest one I will be getting on my ankle in october, enjoy.

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Leona blinked as he done a double take.

For a moment, it seemed as though there was a mark on your ankle as your pants leg lifted up higher than usual. It was gone in a blink though, as you adjusted your stance and the hem of the pants brushed back down across the top of your shoes. Leona's eyes followed you, narrowing slightly, as you walked out of the Botanic gardens after an unsuccessful attempt to get him to go to classes.

Later that week in a PE class, he noticed the not quite sleeve you have, covering the half of your forearm right before your elbow. Something he's never noticed, despite grudgingly being present at classes to be your spotter and aid when it comes to brooms. Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for students to wear longer sleeves under their PE uniforms, ‘Like those herbivores in Diasomnia’, the thought flashes in his mind as you run a hand over the covering as you reach for the broom. ‘But that’s only on one arm, and barely covers anything.’ His eyes are narrowed in thought as they focus on your arm.

“Hey, Leona,” His eyes flick to your face at your voice. “Are you finished staring?” You ask, an eyebrow raised. “I’d like to make sure I’m not going to break a bone or something before I get on a broom with Grim, thanks.” The tip of Leona’s tail flicks behind him, an annoyed flourish to the action.

“I’m surprised you’ve ever gotten on a broom with that weasel to be honest, regardless of whether anyone was here to catch you or not.” He retorts, his hand shifting to his hip as his posture rearranges itself to the usual annoyance.

“Yeah, well, I still need to do these exercises for some reason,” You scowl, Grim bounding over to you as Ace and Deuce take to the sky on their own brooms.

“Come on Minion! Let’s get up there! I refuse to be outdone by those two!” Grim declares, already tugging on your pants leg.

You sigh, reaching down to scoop Grim up in one arm, kicking your pants leg back to neutrality. “Are you ever going to stop calling me ‘Minion’, Grim? Or am I going to have to start calling you ‘Weasel’?” You mutter, stepping over the broom.

Class manages to pass by relatively smoothly, until Grim has a panic attack mid flight and leaves you covered in scratches, causing you to let go of the broom in trying to contain the creature. Leona threw up a spell in time to cushion your fall, but not quite fast enough to avoid getting knocked to the ground underneath you. As you fuss over Grim, his claws hook into the small covering on your arm. Leona catches a glimpse of a red point before you adjust the covering once more, arm holding Grim out in front of you as he calms down.

Vargas sends you to the infirmary, Leona your begrudging escort—definitely unrelated to him having another person fall on top of him, even somewhat cushioned by a spell—walking alongside you.

“Did you have something you wanted to ask me?” Your question breaks the silence that had built up between you—despite Grims constant babbling. Leona lets out a small grunt, turning his head away from you, tail twitching as it brushes from side to side. “You’ve been staring at my arm. And I know it’s not because of Grims scratches, because you’ve been doing it all class.”

“What’s with the sock?” Leona eventually grumbles, a nod as you open the door once you reach the infirmary.

“Seriously?” You ask, astonishment plastered across your face. “That’s it?”

Leona scowls.

You laugh as you sit down, the nurse already having ushered you to a bed. Leona refusing to sit.

“It’s just there to cover a tattoo.” You clarify, pulling the sleeve off your arm to reveal a simple design on your forearm in a solid red. “And yeah, it’s a sock I cut the toes open on.”

Leona arches an eyebrow. “Why bother?” He asks, crossing his arms.

You shrug. “It’s a prestigious school. Mostly filled with children.” You jump slightly as the nurse starts applying disinfectant to the scratches on your non tattooed arm. “Besides, it’s the only one I have to worry about hiding.” You add, a devious glint in your eyes as you look up at Leona.

The beastman cracks slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting up in a combination of a smirk and a smile. “I’m guessing there’s another on your ankle then.” He sighs, smile growing as you lift up the leg of your pant in acknowledgement. “Saw it in the botanical gardens the other day.”

You have a crooked smile as you reply. “Normally my longer socks cover it, even when folded down.” There’s a brushing motion of your hand showing the longer socks covering your ankle today.

“Sounds like there’s more as well.” Leona leans against the end of the bed, a hand on the post.

“Guess you’ll just have to find a way to find any others yourself, won’t you?” You counter as the nurse moves to clear away their disinfectant supplies.

Leona’s face moves into a full grin at your challenge. This is a game of chess he could get behind.

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