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Lifetime Contract [Azul Ashengrotto]
Content: Fluff, Reader is a Cat Beastmen, Timeskips, Jade Leech Being a Little Shit
Pronouns: None
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One thing you noticed very quickly during your first year as a transfer at Night Raven College is that Azul Ashengrotto was a very fascinating person. Despite the businessman persona he aired, you knew that there was something beneath it. So, you pursed him.
First, it was simply to satiate your curiosity. Which meant you often found yourself in the Monstro Lounge.
“Fufufu…it seems something has caught your attention.” Jade commented, glancing in the same direction that you were looking.
Azul was on the floor today (a rare occurrence). Gracing the people with his presence (conning them out of more Thaumarks).
“Might I recommend a new drink for you?” Jade suddenly said, drawing your attention away from the silver-tongue boy. “It is from our…secret menu.”
You smiled. “Yes, I’d like that.”
You figured Jade out quickly. He was the kind of person to stay around those who he found amusing and can keep him entertained. And he was very entertained by your curiosity.
So, you let him indulge every once in a while (as long as it was mutual beneficial to you).
And thus your prey had found its way to you.
“Ahem…The Vanessa.”
Your smile slipped into a grin. “Thank you, Azul.”
“Yes, well—” You cut him off with a raised hand.
“I’d actually like to know more about this drink.” You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table, and your chin on your laced fingers. “You’ll tell me, won't you?”
You watched his Adam’s Apple bob as he realized that there was no getting away from you. For who was he to deny a such a simple request of a costumer?
Slowly, but surely, did he get used to your presence in the lounge. Your table was always ready, and there was a new drink to try at least once a week. You were sure he was doing this for you, but why? Was it a mutual fascination? Or did he found worth in your intel gathering skills. You didn’t know, but it did unnerve you when he began to seek you out.
And so the hunter became the hunted.
He greeted you easily, despite the fact that you were hiding away in a tree (Jade obviously had something to do with this). “Might you give me a moment of your time? I’m conducting a… consumer survey.”
You rolled your eyes, ears flicking in annoyance.
Is this really the best he had?
“Ah, I also have a sample of a new product. I’d like to get your opinion.”
You removed yourself from the tree branch, landing effortlessly on your feet.
“Sample first, questions later.”
He smiled, and it wasn’t that slimy business smile, but it wasn’t fully genuine.
To put it simply, it was just a smile. Nothing behind it, nothing in front of it.
Then a year passed between the two of you playing this game of Cat and Octopus. Which is how you somehow found yourself in Azul’s office the evening before graduation night. A plain paper contract sitting between you.
Your gaze lifted from the paper, to the man who had issued it. He was leaned forward, chin resting on his laced fingers. He was very intently staring at the contract.
You knew what he was asking, you also knew why he was going about it this was, but—
“Fine, I accept this contract. However,” You shoved three fingers into his relieved face, “I will win your heart in three years, and if I do this contract will be voided, and we’ll have a relationship with nothing in between us.” You signed the contract, noting the lack of his Unique Magic (It really was a regular contract, huh).
He slumped back in his chair. “I…”
“You just have to trust me.” You paused, “Or should I say invest in our relationship?”
He chuckled. “I’ve done a lot of investing in this relationship.”
“Then invest in our future together, Azul.” You smiled. “Take this step of faith.”
“After all these years, I never thought that I’d still find the two of you entertaining.”
You smiled, adjusting your shell necklace. “I’ll be honest, I thought the same. I thought you’d be more interested in what was going on with Ace and Yuuna.”
“Oh, I am interested in those two, quite much. However, there’s a nostalgic charm with you and Azul that I just adore.”
“I can’t believe you’re saying such sweet things on my wedding day. Are you trying to steal me away, Jade Leech?”
He placed a hand on his chest, looking apologetic (you knew he wasn’t). “I wouldn’t dare encroach on what wasn’t mine. Especially after you worked so hard for his heart.” His hands reached toward you, gently moving the veil over your face. “Enough banter for now, we’ll have all the time in the world after this.”
“You’re right.”
“He might just burst out into tears if we do.”
You blinked, then said.
“I want all the details after this has all settled.”
“You’ve got a deal, Mx. Ashengrotto.”
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Tired of Me Yet? [Leona Kingscholar]
Content: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Happy Birthday Leona!
Pronouns: None
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“Are you tired of him yet?”
You were in Heartslabyul’s lounge, studying for an upcoming exam with the help of Riddle, Trey and Cater (mainly Riddle and Trey).
Cater, who had been scrolling through Magicam, suddenly asked you that question.
“Tired of who?” You knew who he meant, but you decided to play dumb.
“Come on—you know who.” He slung an arm over your shoulder. “I was scrolling through your feed, and like, I see all these cute pictures of you, but none of your boo—”
You rolled your eyes. “You know that he doesn’t care for all that—”
“But what about you? Don’t you care?” He pushed. “I mean—you’re dating a prince!”
You sighed. “So doesn’t that mean that what I’m doing makes sense.”
He nodded. “Sure, sure—but he literally just posted an hour ago.” He shoved his phone on your nose.
The picture was candid, Leona was looking outward to the horizon. His face was relaxed, and his lips were slightly upturned.
You smiled.
“Cater, either get back to studying, or leave.” Riddle scolded him.
“My B, Riddle.” He shifted back into his seat.
You spent the rest of your time thinking about what exactly had Leona smiling like that.
“Okay guys, I’m gonna go now—bye!” It was halfway through lunch, and knew Leona was getting impatient (and so were you, you wanted to see him now).
“You’re deliverin’ his food again?” Jack asked, scratching the back of his head. “Aren’t you tired of doing that for him?”
You frowned. “Is there an issue with me going to spend time with my partner?”
“No, I don’t mean like that. I just mean—”
You cut him off. “The issue is me bringing him the food. Okay, but why wasn’t it an issue when Ruggie did it?”
“Because Ruggie had a motive.” Epel, surprisingly, answered. “He’s got me caught up in that shi—stuff before, too.” He rolled his eyes, frowning bitterly.
“So, I have to have a motive to see my partner?”
“I think what they mean,” Ortho began, “is that they feel like you’re being used by Leona Kingscholar, and they don’t like that.”
Your frown lessened a bit. You guess you understood where they were coming from. Epel knew Leona from Magishift, and from what you’ve heard he could be pretty stringent. Jack knew him as his Dorm Leader, someone who had saved his bushy tail from getting jumped by 30 of his peers, but he did let him get beat on a bit before he stepped in (beat the lesson in his head literally). And Ortho mainly knew him from information gathered online, other students' words-of-mouth testimonies and his brother, Idia’s ramblings and tangents.
You held back a sigh, instead choosing to smile. “I get it. Thanks for worrying about me, but I’m fine—we’re fine.”
Yes, you were fine.
“Alone again?” Your lips flattened at the question.
After your last exam of the day, you decided that you were going to treat yourself to the new drink at the Monstro Lounge.
Or, at least, you were attempting to.
Jade had been suspiciously waiting on you more than the rest of the customers, and you knew that this was for a reason other than good customer service because now Azul had decided to grace you with his presence.
“That Leona Kingscholar, I can’t believe that he would leave you here all by your lonesome…” He placed a hand over his chest. “Aren’t you tired of him, my dear?”
You stood, shoving the thaumarks against his chest. “The drink was wonderful.” You spit, stepping past him, and out the lounge.
You weren’t going to listen to his shit.
“Yo! The party has arrived!” Ace called as he and Deuce entered Ramshackle. After the Halloween incident, Ace had basically bullied Crowley into giving him (and a few trusted others) a spare set of keys.
“Why is it so quiet…?” Deuce wondered as the two entered the common room.
“…with Leona…” Grim answered through a yawn.
Ace groaned, plopping down on the couch. “Lammee. We already had this planned out.”
“Maybe the Perfect forgot?” Deuce supplied. “We did just finish our back-to-back exams.”
“Nah, got a call from Leona…didn’t hear what he said, but …myrah rushed out the door before I could ask.” He rolled over on his back, pawing at his belly. “I’m used to it.”
“Used to it?” Ace raised a brow. “This happen often?”
“Yeah” He shrugged.
“Really? Are you really okay with that, Grim?” Deuce asked, peering over at Grim, whose face truly didn’t give anything away.
“You sure you’re okay with being left here alone so often?” Ace pushed, “Aren’t you tired of that?”
He shrugged. “My hench-human is happy, so I’m happy.” He paused, then smirked wide. “Plus, I was given the okay to eat whatever I wanted. Nyehhehe!”
Deuce sighed and shook his head, while Ace stood, nodding toward the door.
“Well come on then, you can crash with us tonight.” He smirked. “We might even be able to get Trey to make us some sweets.”
“Tired of me yet?” Out of all the people to ask—
You were surprised that it took this long.
You sighed (you had been sighing a lot lately), a bit more huffy than you meant. “No.”
You were currently lounging in Leona’s room after dealing with Rook and Floyd, who had been lingering around the Savanaclaw Mirror. For some reason, the two were more susceptible to your words, so after a short exchange they vacated the area.
Leona, who was laying with his head in your lap (fighting off the rumble in his chest as your fingers carded through his hair), stared at you, but said nothing.
You closed your eyes, scared of looking past the surface of the chartreuse gaze. “Sorry, it’s just… I've been asked that a lot lately.”
“Oh? Small world…” His voice was flat, but your ears didn’t miss the way that it started off breathy. “Well, if that’s the case then—” He started to raise up, but you pushed him back down gently.
“I sent them straight, don't worry. Cater was confused about why we don’t have any pictures up on my Magicam, but I’m okay with that— I know how you don’t like taking pictures like that.
“Jack, Epel and Ortho—well mainly Jack— were worried that me taking food to you was like you were trying to take advantage of me. Like I had become your new Ruggie, but with more benefits.
“And then Azul.” Your lip curled, eyes snapping open. “Fuck him especially.”
“What did he say?” There was an obvious edge to his tone.
You rolled your eyes. “He didn’t say much, but ugh! It’s just the way that he talks—Seven, I wanna punch him.”
“Snrk!” The snort became full-blown laughter that had his chest rumbling. “You’re gonna punch the Cephalo-punk?”
“I just might, yeah.” You nodded at him.
He fell quiet again, gaze searching yours. Then the corners of his mouth dropped, and he sighed.
“There does need to be change.” He sat up, this time with no push back from you. He adjusted himself to face you full, then grabbed your hands. “Do you want pics of us on your Magicam? In general?”
You pursed your lips then nodded. “…I’d like that, yeah.”
“Okay, I can try to do that. I can also come and get my own lunch, but you best believe that I’ll be taking you back out with me.”
You bit your lip, trying to fight the growing smile. “Yeah, that’s fine—Oh! But what about Grim?” Leona raised a brow, so you continued. “I can’t just keep leaving him by himself. He’s basically a kid…”
At the mention of the word ‘kid’ his face scrunched up, he relented regardless. “Yeah, I get it. I guess I can come over there, and—”
“And spend the night? I mean we have been working on those guest rooms, and there’s plenty of them and I think it would be if you—”
Warm, supple lips pressed against your own, making you putty against it.
“Let’s go shopping this weekend for my stuff, alright?”
“Tired of me yet?”
“After all these years?” You paused as you tapped a finger against your lips, the glint of the metal wrapped around it glittering in the morning sun. “Of course not. If anything, I yearn more for you.”
“You are so corny.” He said through a bubble of laughter.
You grabbed his face, gently pulling him to yours, and enveloped him in a kiss.
“Happy birthday, My King.”
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Vibes [Floyd Leech]
Content: Fluff, Minor Floyd Labwear Vignette Spoilers
Pronouns: None
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Gossip flitted between your ears as you sped through the crowded halls of Night Raven College.
Allegedly, Floyd and Crewel had a bit of a spat due to Floyd’s unwillingness to complete Crewel’s quiz.
You knew that not many people understood Floyd and his “mood swings” as they called them, but you were one of the few people who did.
And you knew, with how Crewel conducted himself, he likely only aggravated the situation.
Soon enough, you found him outside in the courtyard in a conversation with two Heartstabyul students.
From the way Floyd’s shoulders were locked up, you knew he was on the verge of snapping.
“Floyd!” You called when you were but a few feet away, “Come here for a sec!”
His shoulders slumped, not in disappointment but relief. And his eyes went from an annoyed droop to a slightly less annoyed droop.
He just about dropped all his weight on you once he was in reach (you were ready for it though).
“You wanna get outta here?” You sneakily gave his forehead a kiss, grabbing one of his hands, already knowing the answer.
He adjusted his grip, then stood to his full height, seemingly satisfied. “Do ya really gotta ask?”
You smiled. “Just making sure.”
He wanted to go into your room, so this is where you found yourself now. Sitting up against the headboard, with Floyd nestled against your chest, being lulled to sleep by your heart beat.
It was quiet, but it was comfortable. The two of you didn't need words.
Just vibes.
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Tired of Me Yet? | Leona Kingscholar
Content: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Happy Birthday Leona!
Pronouns: None
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“Are you tired of him yet?”
You were in Heartslabyul’s lounge, studying for an upcoming exam with the help of Riddle, Trey and Cater (mainly Riddle and Trey).
Cater, who had been scrolling through Magicam, suddenly asked you that question.
“Tired of who?” You knew who he meant, but you decided to play dumb.
“Come on—you know who.” He slung a hand over your shoulder. “I was scrolling through your feed, and like, I see all these cute pictures of you, but none of your boo—”
You rolled your eyes. “You know that he doesn’t care for all that—”
“But what about you? Don’t you care?” He pushed. “I mean—you’re dating a prince!”
You sighed. “So doesn’t that mean that what I’m doing makes sense.”
He nodded. “Sure, sure—but he literally just posted an hour ago.” He shoved his phone on your nose.
The picture was candid, Leona was looking outward to the horizon. His face was relaxed and his lips were slightly upturned.
You smiled.
“Cater, either get back to studying or leave.” Riddle scolded him.
“My B, Riddle.” He shifted back into his seat.
You spent the rest of your time thinking about what exactly had Leona smiling like that.
“Okay guys, I’m gonna go now—bye!” It was halfway through lunch and knew Leona was getting impatient (and so were you, you wanted to see him now).
“You’re deliverin’ his food again?” Jack asked, scratching the back of his head. “Aren’t you tired of doing that for him?”
You frowned. “Is there an issue with me going to spend time with my partner?”
“No, I don’t mean like that. I just mean—”
You cut him off. “The issue is me bringing him the food. Okay, but why wasn’t it an issue when Ruggie did it?”
“Because Ruggie had a motive.” Epel, surprisingly, answered. “He’s got me caught up on shi—stuff before.” He rolled his eyes, frowning bitterly.
“So, I have to have a motive to see my partner?”
“I think what they mean,” Ortho began, “is that they feel like you’re being used by Leona Kingscholar and they don’t like that.”
Your frown lessened a bit. You guess you understood where they were coming from. Epel knew Leona from Magishift, and from what you’ve heard he could be pretty stringent. Jack knew him as his Dorm Leader, someone who had saved his bushy tail from getting jumped by 30 of his peers, but he did let him get beat on a bit before he stepped in (beat the lesson in his head literally). And Ortho mainly knew him from information gathered online, other students' words-of-mouth testimonies and his brother, Idia’s ramblings and tangents.
You held back a sigh, instead choosing to smile. “I get it. Thanks for worrying about me, but I’m fine—we’re fine.”
Yes, you were fine.
“Alone again?” Your lips flattened at the question.
After your last exam of the day, you decided that you were going to treat yourself to the new drink at the Monstro Lounge.
Or at least you were attempting to.
Jade had been suspiciously waiting on you more than the rest of the customers, and you knew that this was for some other reason than good customer service because now Azul had decided to grace you with his presence.
“That Leona Kingscholar, I can’t believe that he would leave you here all by your lonesome…” He placed a hand over his chest. “Aren’t you tired of him, my dear?”
You stood, shoving the thaumarks against his chest. “The drink was wonderful.” You spit, stepping past him and out the lounge.
You weren’t going to listen to his shit.
“Yo! The party has arrived!” Ace called as he and Deuce entered Ramshackle. After the Halloween incident, Ace had basically bullied Crowley into giving him (and a few trusted others) a spare set of keys.
“Why is it so quiet…?” Deuce wondered as the two entered the common room.
“...with Leona…” Grim answered through a yawn.
Ace groaned, plopping down on the couch. “Lammee. We already had this planned out.”
“Maybe the Perfect forgot?” Deuce supplied. “We did just finish our back-to-back exams.”
“Nah, got a call from Leona…didn’t hear what he said, but …myrah rushed out the door before I could ask.” He rolled over on his back, pawing at his belly. “I’m used to it.”
“Used to it?” Ace raised a brow. “This happen often?”
“Yeah” He shrugged.
“Really? Are you really okay with that, Grim?” Deuce asked, peering over at Grim whose face truly didn’t give anything away.
“You sure you’re okay with being left here alone so often?” Ace pushed, “Aren’t you tired of that?”
He shrugged. “My hench-human is happy, so I’m happy.” He paused, then smirked wide. “Plus I was given the okay to eat whatever I wanted. Nyehhehe!”
Deuce sighed and shook his head while Ace stood, nodding toward the door.
“Well come on then, you can crash with us tonight.” He smirked. “We might even be able to get Trey to make us some sweets.”
“Tired of me yet?” Out of all the people to ask—
You were surprised that it took this long.
You sighed (you had been sighing a lot lately), a bit more huffy than you meant. “No.”
You were currently lounging in Leona’s room after dealing with Rook and Floyd who had been lingering around the Savanaclaw Mirror. For some reason the two were more susceptible to your words, so after a short exchange they vacated the area.
Leona, who was laying with his head in your lap (fighting off the rumble in his chest as your fingers carded through his hair), stared at you, but said nothing.
You closed your eyes, scared of looking past the surface of the chartreuse gaze. “Sorry, it’s just ...I've been asked that a lot lately.”
“Oh? Small world…” His voice was flat, but your ears didn’t miss the way that it started off breathy. “Well, if that’s the case then—” He started to raise up, but you pushed him back down gently.
“I sent them straight, don't worry. Cater was confused about why we don’t have any pictures up on my Magicam, but I’m okay with that— I know how you don’t like taking pictures like that.
“Jack, Epel and Ortho—well mainly Jack— was worried that me taking food to you was like you were trying to take advantage of me. Like I had become your new Ruggie, but with more benefits.
“And then Azul.” Your lip curled, eyes snapping open. “Fuck him especially.”
“What did he say?” There was an obvious edge to his tone.
You rolled your eyes. “He didn’t say much, but ugh! It’s just the way that he talks—oh I wanna punch him.”
“Snrk!” The snort became full blown laughter that had his chest rumbling. “You’re gonna punch, Cephalo-punk?”
“I just might, yeah.” You nodded at him.
He fell quiet again, gaze searching yours. Then the corners of his mouth dropped and he sighed.
“There does need to be change.” He sat up, this time with no push back from you. He adjusted himself to face you full then grabbed your hands. “Do you want pics of us on your Magicam? In general?”
You pursed your lips then nodded. “...I’d like that yeah.”
“Okay I can try to do that. I can also come and get my own lunch, but you best believe that I’ll be taking you back out with me.”
You bit your lip, trying to fight up the growing smile. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
“Oh! But what about Grim?” Leona raised a brow, so you continued. “I can’t just keep leaving him by himself. He’s basically a kid…”
At the mention of the word ‘kid’ his face scrunched up, he relented regardless. “Yeah, I get it. I guess I can come over there and—”
“And spend the night? I mean we have been working on those guest rooms and there’s plenty of them and I think it would be if you—”
Warm, supple lips pressed against your own, making you putty against it.
“Let’s go shopping this weekend for my stuff, alright?”
“Tired of me yet?”
“After all these years?” You paused as you tapped a finger against your lips, the glint of the metal wrapped around it glittering in the morning sun. “Of course not. If anything, I yearn more for you.”
“You are so corny.” He said through a bubble of laughter.
You grabbed his face, gently pulling him to yours and enveloped him in a kiss.
“Happy birthday, My King.”
Y'ALL ALREADY KNEW THAT I HAD TO WRAP AROUND (WRAP. AROUND.) TO THE FOREVERMORE SERIES
I didn't mean to tho. I meant to just keep this in the present, but King Leona bullied his way into this.
Anyway, ion where this is in the timeline (is there even a timeline), but this happened at some point ig lol
Uh anyway-anyway,
Happy birthday, stink!
I GOT HIM I GOT HIM I GOT HIM AAAAAAAAA (I almost got all the standard Leona cards actually...)
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For Your Eyes Only [Leona Kingscholar]
Content: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship
Pronouns: None
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On a mundane Monday, the same as any other, Leona found a letter resting on his desk. At first glance, he thought nothing of it. More official affairs, he thought. But then he caught a faint, familiar scent.
Your scent.
Now, he was awake. How the hell did you slip out here without him noticing—
Usually, even the slightest movement from you would rouse him.
“Deep ass sleep…” He said through a yawn.
He decided to completely avoid the fact that he had gotten so comfortable around you that he could truly fall into a deep sleep. Instead, he dragged a hand through his hair, and finally picked up the envelope.
“For Your Eyes Only, huh…”
Two feelings, on extreme opposite ends of the emotional spectrum, flooded him at once.
And honestly?
Both terrified him.
It took him a few minutes of staring and contemplating before he opened it.
My King,
I love you.
I wanted this to be the first thing you read when you woke up.
Just a simple reminder, that you are loved and cherished.
Every day I wake up, I am blessed knowing that I will see you, my love.
And it is the same when I am safely within your arms.
As I hang onto your every word during meetings, I am reassured that you are truly a king fit to rule.
One who cherishes his kingdom, and wants to see it flourish.
One who holds his head high despite the weight of the crown.
One who knows that he is not alone.
If the whole world plans to extinguish your light
They find a need to make you break and cry
Don’t you worry, love, I am right by your side
So, just smile for me; it will be alright
“And as this letter comes to a close, let me remind you:
“I love you, Leona Kingscholar. Now and forever more.
Your Sovereign."
He didn’t hear you come in.
He didn’t feel your presence as you wrapped your arms around his middle, reciting the final lines of the letter.
He didn’t know when he started crying,
or when those cries became outright sobs.
You simply guided him back to bed, and threaded your fingers through his tresses.
Silently reassuring him,
You were there,
You weren’t judging him,
You loved him.
You
Loved
Him.
“…I l-love you too.
So much.”
God, that last line, gets me every time.
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Burnout [Leona Kingscholar]
Content: Angst, Established Relationship
Pronouns: None
Header: @/kyuu9 on Tumblr
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“Why do you stay with me?”
He never meant to say it out loud, but he found himself more curious than he wanted to admit.
You stared at him, face neutral but eyes alarmed. Your mouth opened and closed a few times before you decided to really think about it.
He didn’t like that.
But it’s not like he didn’t understand why.
You probably were trying to think of one small thing he did once. An attempt to avoid the rest of the bullshit he put you through daily.
“Aw. I didn’t mean to upset you by taking so long.” Your hand reached out to scratch behind his ear.
A weak spot of his.
“I stay with you not only because I love you, but because I see myself in you.”
He definitely wasn't expecting you to say that. His tail thumped, interest piqued.
You chuckled, eyes elsewhere. “I know we seem different, but deep down we’re both just…tired. Did everything we could just for it to mean nothing.”
He blinked at your admission. He never saw that in you. What he saw in you, was someone who, regardless of circumstance, had it in them to beat the odds. Those odds being transporting to a new world, and having to clean some of the most rare and dangerous messes known to the world. You had helped him, he knew of your determination, but...
But maybe he was looking a little too deep.
Because right at the surface was the frosted gloss of defeat.
Something he’d seen in himself every day.
But those were thoughts for another day.
So he pulled you in close, tucking your head under his chin, ending the conversation with an indifferent:
“I guess so.”
And you let him, willing to pocket the conversation for another time. For now, the both of you were content with riding out this lifetime burnout quietly, but together.
I swear, just a few reworked sentences and a better closer, makes a lot of a difference.
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May I Have This Chance [Ace Trappola]
Content: Ace is in Love Love, Fluff, Weddings, Glorious Masquerade Event, Swearing
Pronouns: None
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He wasn’t jealous.
There was no way he was jealous.
There was absolutely positively no way that he was jealous that Deuce danced with you at the fancy smancy masquerade, while he was left in the dust.
Nope, he was totally fine with Juice getting all cozy with you.
Holding you close
Staring into your eyes
Whisper sweet nothings in your ear—
“Arugh! This is bullshit!” He stopped in his tracks, wracking a hand down his face then back up through his hair.
“Fuck it.” He resolved himself to alter his aimless night stroll to seek you out,
but then he realized
that he already had.
Throwing the gate open, he fished his phone out his pocket.
“…What?”
Man, despite the crock of your voice and the obvious displeasure, you sounded heavenly.
“Come outside right now.”
Click
Didn’t even tell him off.
He didn’t blame you, though.
He wasn’t sure if he would answer if you pulled a stunt like this.
…
What a fucking lie.
He would.
You had him wrapped around your finger.
Effortlessly.
“So you just gonna stand there or tell me what’s up?” You said, only a few feet away from him.
He looked up, then back down.
You literally were just in a black robe with those well-worn slippers,
so why the fuck did you look absolutely beautiful.
“Shit—Uh…” He held a hand out. “…d-dance with me.”
It was quiet for a moment, then he heard your slippers cross the grass.
He wanted to screw his eyes shut so badly, but he preserved through it.
Tension that coiled around his person slowly released as your warm hand found his.
“I’d be honored.”
Then everything else came naturally.
Bodies pulled close, foreheads resting against one another.
Secret words passed between one another,
“I’ve been waiting to do this for a while now.”
“So have I. I honestly was disappointed when your name wasn’t called.”
Gazes that held everything and more, so that nothing else outside of it mattered.
Just you and him in a moment of true innocent bliss.
“After all these years, and here you are still getting lost in my eyes.”
He rolled his eyes. “As if you don’t like it.”
“Well if I didn’t I wouldn’t have said I do, now would I?” Your curled lips were an invitation to something more than just teasing.
“And now you're stuck with me.”
And who was he to deny the wants of his significant other?
One thought played between the two of you on repeat as your lips connected:
I love you so much.
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Sweet Sleep [Ace Trappola | Deuce Spade]
Content: Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling & Snuggling, Can be read as Platonic or Romantic (only Platonic for Grim obvi)
Pronouns: None
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You thought getting transported to a far off dimension, stranded for an undetermined amount of time and living in a raggedy, rundown building would make you absolutely lose it.
Thankfully, you made some strong connections with a few of this world’s inhabitants.
Your strongest ones were with the first two friends you made,
Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade.
Who were currently snuggled against you.
Deuce against your back, an arm wrapped around your waist with a hand tangled in Ace’s ginger locks.
While Ace’s face was smushed against your chest with a hand over Deuce’s hip.
And of course there was Grim, who was curled up above you on the pillows as if he was watching over the three of you. Protecting you like the great mage he was.
You smiled, drifting back to sleep with a single thought.
I love my boys.
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For Your Eyes Only | Leona Kingscholar
Content: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship
Pronouns: None
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On a mundane Monday, one the same as any other,
Leona found a letter resting on his desk.
At first glance, he thought nothing of it. More official affairs, he thought.
But then he caught a faint scent.
A familiar scent.
Your scent.
Now he was awake.
How the hell did you slip out here without him noticing—
Usually, even the slightest movement from you would rouse him.
“Deep ass sleep…” He said through a yawn.
Completely avoiding the fact that he had gotten so comfortable around you that he could truly fall into a deep sleep.
Dragging a hand through his hair, he finally picked up the envelope.
“For Your Eyes Only, huh…”
Two feelings, on extreme opposite sides of the emotional spectrum, flooded him at once.
And honestly?
Both terrified him.
It took him a few minutes of staring and contemplating to open it.
My King
I love you.
I wanted this to be the first thing you read when you woke up.
Just a simple reminder, that you are loved and cherished.
Everyday I wake up, I am blessed knowing that I will see you, my love.
And it is the same when I am safely within your arms.
As I hang onto your every word during meetings, I am reassured that you are truly a king fit to rule.
One who cherishes his kingdom and wants to see it flourish.
One who holds his head high despite the weight of the crown.
One who knows that he is not alone.
If the whole world plans to extinguish your light
The find a need to make you break and cry
Don’t you worry, love, I am right by your side
So, just smile for me; it will be alright
“And as this letter comes to a close, let me remind you:
“I love you, Leona Kingscholar. Now and forever more.
Your Sovereign.”
He didn’t hear you come in.
He didn’t feel your presence as you wrapped your arms around his middle, reciting the final lines of the letter.
He didn’t know when he started crying,
or when those cries became outright sobs.
You simply guided him back to bed, and threaded your fingers through his tresses.
Silently reassuring him,
You were here,
You weren’t judging him,
You loved him.
You
Loved
Him.
“...I l-love you too.
So much.”
Listen, I had an itch. I decided to scratch it.
Also peep the song lyrics.
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An Emergency [Leona Kingscholar]
Content: Leona is Tired of the Bullshit, Established Relationship, Literal Sleeping Together
Pronouns: None
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Prompt: “Why didn’t you answer your phone? It was an emergency, I needed to tell you I loved you.” by @a-cure-for-writers-block
You couldn’t believe him.
You entered the Hall of Mirrors, pushing past any student that stood in your way.
The audacity of that lion-tailed man.
Through Savanaclaw’s mirror ignoring the taunting calls of the lively gallery.
How dare he do this to you.
You were on a warpath and no one could stop you.
“Ah, Perfect. What’re you—” A pause. “Shishishi he’s really done it now…”
You yanked the door open, stepped in then slammed it back close.
“Leona Kingscholar!”
Said man rolled over in his bed, glassy green eyes bore into yours before widening in clarity.
“Shit.”
“Shit is right.” You lifted your phone up. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”
He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “I was asleep. Obviously.”
“It was an emergency!”
He gave you a once over, “You look fine to me.”
You stomped your foot childishly. “I needed to tell you I loved you.”
He blinked once,
The twice,
Then three times for good measure.
“You tellin’ me you just woke me up, cryin’ about an emergency…when all you wanted to say was I love you?”
“Awww, I love you too!”
He sighed, flopping back down. “I can’t believe we’re engaged.”
“Well believe it.” You settled down beside him. “You’re the one who tossed me the ring, remember?”
He rolled over and kissed your temple. “Yeah, I remember.” His arms wrapped around your body in a sweet yet firm embrace. “Now shut yer trap and sleep.”
You snuggled into then grabbed his hand, kissed his palm then whispered. “I love you, Leona Kingscholar.”
He definitely heard you but he chose not to say anything.
Instead you felt him nuzzle against the top of your head.
Then the ever so comforting soft snores
That lulled you into your own sweet dreams.
Dreams of you and your beloved
Leona Kingscholar
Its been so long since I've had to format one of these that I've almost forgotten how lol
Anyway, I had a mega Leona/Reader itch that needed scratching and I have now scratched...one spot. This only made me want to write more, smaller pieces.
Dear Mammon looms over me
This ain't about him.
TwistedχHearts looms above me
And its def not about her lol.
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May I Have This Chance | Ace Trappola
Content: Ace is in Love Love, Fluff, Weddings, Glorious Masquerade Event, Swearing
Pronouns: None
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He wasn’t jealous.
There was no way he was jealous.
There was absolutely positively no way that he was jealous that Deuce danced with you at the fancy smancy masquerade while he was left in the dust.
Nope he was totally fine with Juice getting all cozy with you.
Holding you close
Staring into your eyes
Whisper sweet—
“Arugh! This is bullshit!” He stopped in his tracks, wracking a hand down his face then back up through his hair.
“Fuck it.” He resolved himself to alter his aimless night stroll to seek you out,
but then he realized
he already had.
Throwing the gate open, he fished his phone out his pocket.
“...What?”
Man despite the crock of your voice and the obvious displeasure, you sounded heavenly.
“Come outside right now.”
Click
Didn’t even tell him off.
He didn’t blame you though.
He wasn’t sure if he would answer if you pulled a stunt like this.
…
What a fucking lie.
He would.
You had him wrapped around your finger.
Effortlessly.
“So you just gonna stand there or tell me what’s up?” You said, only a few feet away from him.
He looked up then back down.
You literally were just in a black robe with those well worn slippers,
so why the fuck did you look absolutely beautiful.
“Shit—Uh…” He held a hand out. “...d-dance with me.”
It was quiet for a moment then he heard your slippers cross the grass.
He wanted to screw his eyes shut so badly, but he preserved through it.
Tension that coiled around his person slowly released as your warm hand found his.
“I’d be honored.”
Then everything else came naturally.
Bodies pulled close, foreheads resting against one another.
Secret words passed between one another,
“I’ve been waiting to do this for a while now.”
“So have I. I honestly was disappointed when your name wasn’t called.”
Gazes that held everything and more, so that nothing else outside of it mattered.
“After all these years, and here you are still getting lost in my eyes.”
He rolled his eyes. “As if you don’t like it.”
“Well if I didn’t I wouldn’t have said I do, now would I?” Your curled lips were an invitation to something more than just teasing.
“And now you're stuck with me.”
And who was he to deny the wants of his significant other?
One thought played on repeat as your lips connected:
I loved you so much.
This has been sitting in my Things To Write list for a while now.
And now I've finally wrote it.
Nice.
I'm eppy.
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Nightmares [Ace Trappola | Maeda Yuuna]
Content: Nightmares, Character Death, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Ace Trappola/Maeda Yuuna
Header: @/n_twst on Twitter
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And yet, he still found his way to her. Sitting on the porch steps, watching the stars be stars. Then her head turned, and she smiled, patting the porch steps like she had done before.
He didn't hesitate this time, and took up the spot beside her.
All was quiet, and then she asked, "Nightmares, huh?"
Ace didn't often have nightmares. The dreams he usually had were odd and disjointed, never something to take seriously.
These dreams
These nightmares
Were something different.
They weren't just something his mind conjured from staying up laying and watching a scary movie.
This was derived from real life.
It was from the first night of school when he, Deuce, Grim and Yuuna were sent to the Dwarf Mines to recover a magestone for that stupid chandelier that Deuce had broken (by using his body).
But it didn't start from the very beginning. No, it always started after that monster appeared.
That inky demon with the giant pickaxe that scrapped along the cave floor as it chased after them.
They had barely made it out alive.
And unfortunately for him, it seemed like his mind wanted to torture him with the what-if.
What if it had gotten its claws on them?
First went Deuce, who protected Yuuna and Grim. At least he wasn't facing the pickaxe as it slammed down. It didn't kill him instantly, but he didn't scream (maybe because Ace didn't know what Deuce sounded like when he was dying). They were forced to watch him struggle and struggle until he finally succumbed to death.
Next was Grim. He scurried along the floor and walls, ducking and dodging the pickaxe. However agile he was didn't matter though because the beast was still a beast and ensnared easily him in its grasp. Grim yelped and squirmed, looking back at them, Ace and Yuuna, for help. But not for long, because in the next moment his flames were snuffed out. Engulfing the cave into a silent darkness.
And then finally there was tonight. He knew he would have the nightmare again. So he tried his absolute best to avoid sleeping, but sleep always catches the unsuspecting.
The cave was just as it was in the previous dream, quiet and dark. Perfect for the ink demon. Ace summoned his courage to cast a spell that essentially turned his magestone into a flashlight.
He should have never done that.
He called for her, he ran for her
he found her
Yunna had already befallen the monster's wrath, and it was the worst one yet. The pickaxe's chisel end was set firmly into the hard ground, its owner nowhere to be found. In place of the owner was Yunna, who was impaled atop the pick end. Her deep brown eyes were wide, while her mouth was a small 'o'.
It was weird. It was like she was surprised, like she didn't struggle. Like she had died instantly.
But why?
Out of all of them, why had she—
But he didn't have the chance to linger on the thought.
Because in the next instant he was dead.
And then he was awake.
He felt...numb. While the nightmare still appeared on his eyelids every time he blinked, he felt nothing.
Nothing at all.
He brushed a hand through his damp hair, deciding that getting up and going for a light night stroll was better than falling back into the hands of death. He didn't go anywhere particular, just wandered about until he had to return to his dorm.
And yet, he still found his way to her. Sitting on the porch steps, watching the stars be stars. Then her head turned, and she smiled, patting the porch steps like she had done before.
He didn't hesitate this time, and took up the spot beside her.
All was quiet, and then she asked, "Nightmares, huh?"
He turned to her, frowning at the trails of wetness that stained her brown cheeks.
"Why are you crying?"
She didn't bother wiping them away as she gave him (what he now realized was) another watery smile.
"Maybe instead of asking me, you could ask yourself that."
And then he realized his own cheeks' dampness. The tightness in his chest. The tremors in his hands.
Numbness was replaced with sudden feeling
and it terrified him.
Yunna grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "Let's go somewhere else. I don't wanna worry, Grim."
And then she led him to some open area behind the woods of Ramshackle.
"Okay, you're safe to let it out." He just stared at her, not even realizing that he slightly shook his head.
She tried to give him another smile, but she couldn't. It wobbled and fell into a frown as her own feelings caught up with her. "We don't have to be strong here. We can be as small as we want to."
Then she pulled him into her arms, clutching onto him tight.
She was just as afraid of losing him again as he was her. Like, if she didn't hold on tight enough, that he would slip from her grasp.
Is that how her nightmare took them away from her? Did they just disappear?
He held her just as tight, hopefully giving her some form of reassurance.
She sighed, her shoulders shagging just a bit.
"I'll stay with you.
"I promise."
If y'all wanna blame anyone, blame my friend, Rogue. They had a minor role in this (he started it, but I sure as hell finished it).
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Sweet Sleep [Ace Trappola | Deuce Spade]
Content: Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together
Pronouns: None
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You thought getting transported to a far off dimension
stranded for an undetermined amount of time
and living in a raggedy, rundown dorm
would make you lose it.
At least you had your boys.
Ace and Deuce.
Who were currently snuggled against you.
Deuce against your back, an arm wrapped around your waist with a hand tangled in Ace’s ginger locks.
While Ace’s face was smushed against your chest with a hand over Deuce’s hip.
And of course there was Grim,
who was curled up at above you on the pillows
as if he was watching over the three of you.
Protecting you like the great mage he was.
You smiled, drifting back to sleep with a single thought.
I love my boys.
Short and Sweet
The brainworms for these boys are strong
I mostly ramble about it on my main blog
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Their Love Language [Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw]
Content: Headcanons, Love Language, Fluff
Pronouns: None
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Heartslabyul
Riddle: Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch
Post Blot, Riddle will need those words of encouragement
Yes, he will still be strict with the rules, but he’s trying his best to not go overboard.
When you give him encouraging words, he turns around and give it to the students in his dorm.
He’s not as harsh as he was before, he helps remind students of the rules
Even going as far as making study guides to help them.
As for physical touch,
his mother wasn’t the nicest, so he’s craving physical affection
but also shies away from it.
He’s a little more forward behind closed doors
but outside of that you’ll probably get him standing close to you
maybe if you’re lucky he’ll hold your pinky
Ace: Physical Touch
Unlike Riddle, Ace does not care when or where.
Some part of him is touching you.
Arm over you should, hand in yours
He. Needs. To. Touch. You.
Respectfully, of course.
His favorite place is probably the nap of his neck.
When you’re sitting next to him at an Unbirthday Party with your arm draped across the back of his chair, if you reach up to scratch the back of his head.
He’ll turn into jello.
Deuce: Quality Time
Deuce honestly just wants to vibe.
Maybe go out on his blastcycle with you
Or even just racing on your brooms.
As long as he’s with you he’s good.
Just… if he says anything with certainty
and you know its wrong
Just leave him be, okay?
He’s still not over the chicken egg thing…
Cater: Quality Time
You better be ready to be on his Magicam page.
First and last post of the day, always on his stories.
Most definitely his home and lockscreen.
He loves taking you out on dates, so be ready to go at all times.
You also have to be ready to have sneaky pictures taken of you
But honestly,
Cater’s favorite pictures of you are the ones where you most caught of guard
or when you’re really focused on something.
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Trey: Receiving Gifts
Trey, the reliable elder sibling of the Heartstabyul group.
Always getting everyone out of trouble.
He deserves something nice.
Handmade gifts are the way to his heart.
Large or small it doesn’t matter, if it's made by you.
He does favor things that he can keep on his person though.
Savanaclaw
Leona: Quality Time
When he asks if you wanna take a nap
He is not asking, take a nap with him.
However, if you want to be a goodie, goodie and not miss class he’ll understand.
But you better bet that the moment you have a free moment, he will be on top of you and zonked.
Ruggie: Acts of Service and Quality Time
Ruggie is always ripping and running for Leona,
so to have someone who will do something for him,
with no strings attached?
Oh he’s in big love.
But…
He does like going and doing stuff with you,
so it’s not too much of a hassle.
Jack: Quality Time
Jack likes those morning jogs.
And he’s psyched if you are too,
but if you aren’t that’s cool too.
The happy middle is that he does his morning run
Then comes back to you on a hill with a nice view of the sunrise with a little post run snack.
Made by you of course.
He is very happy about this,
if his wagging tail wasn’t an obvious indicator.
I was gonna do all the boys but since we're only up to the beginning of chapter 3... I'll give it a little more time before releasing the others.
This is all y'all are gonna get this valentine's day lol
Hope y'all can treat yourselves to something nice <3
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Burnout [Leona Kingscholar]
Content: Angst, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping
Pronouns: None
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“Why do you stay with me?”
He never meant to say it out loud
but he found himself more curious than he wanted to admit.
You stared at him,
face neutral but eyes alarmed.
Your mouth opened and closed a few times before you decided to really think about it.
He didn’t like that.
But it’s not like he didn’t understand why.
You probably were trying to think of one minute thing he did once.
Hidden amidst all of the bullshit he puts you through daily.
“Aw. I didn’t mean to upset you by taking so long.” Your hand reached out to scratch behind his ear.
A weak spot of his.
“I stay with you not only because I love you, but because I see myself in you.”
That definitely caught his interest.
You chuckled. “I know we seem different but deep down we’re both just…tired. Did everything we could just for it to mean nothing.”
He never saw that in you.
He saw someone who regardless of circumstance had it in them to beat the odds.
That’s something he’d seen in your eyes the first day you met.
But he supposed he was looking a little too deep.
Because right at the surface was a frosted gloss of defeat.
Something he’d seen in himself everyday.
But those were thoughts for another day.
So he pulled you in close, tucking your head under his chin, ending the conversation with an indifferent:
“I guess so.”
Gifted Kid Burnout, am I right? finger guns
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Vibes [Floyd Leech]
Content: Fluff, Minor Floyd Labwear Vignette Spoilers
Pronouns: None
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Word had spread quickly of Floyd and his unwillingness to complete Crewel’s quiz.
You bit your lip as you quickly made your way through the halls.
You knew that not many people understood Floyd and his
“mood swings” as they called them,
but you were one of the few people who did.
And you knew with how Crewel was he only aggravated the situation.
Soon enough, you found him outside in the courtyard in a conversation with two Heartstabyul students.
From the way Floyd’s shoulders were locked up, you knew he was on the verge of snapping.
“Floyd!” You called when you were but a few feet away, “Come here for a sec!”
His shoulders slumped, not in disappointment but relief
And his eyes went from an annoyed droop from a slightly less annoyed droop.
He just about dropped all his weight on you once he was in reach.
You were ready for it though.
“You wanna get outta here?” You sneakily gave his forehead a kiss. grabbed one of his hands, already knowing the answer.
He grabbed your hand then stood to his full height, seemingly satisfied. “Do ya really gotta ask?”
You smiled. “Just making sure.”
He wanted to go into your room, so this is where you found yourself now.
Sitting up against the headboard, with Floyd nestled against you.
Just listening to each other’s heartbeats.
Going off each other's vibes.
Soooo, I already had these brainworms every since I
A) seen his Labwear Vingette and
B) talked to my friend about it
And guess what happened
I was thinking about the vignette and talking to my friend again!
So here ya go!
ADHD!Floyd my beloved who deserves all the forehead kisses
WAIT
okay there :)
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