This Is Absolutely Beautiful Jsjansjsnsi Yes I Will Sleep By Your Side Pls I'm So Over Homework Wjsbsjaj

This is absolutely beautiful jsjansjsnsi yes I will sleep by your side pls I'm so over homework wjsbsjaj

Sweaty boob man sent me ajsnahsja XD swear I turned into a hyena for a sec there

gentle hands, scarred face || leona kingscholar

Anyone who knew Leona knew that he was quick to anger but slow to act on it. But hardly anyone knew of his gentle side, the part of him that liked to take life easy.

a/n: hehehe the first of 10 fics!! it's gonna be all random because leona decided it would be >:( i was super excited to get this out weeheehee :))

w.c: 301 words

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anyone who knew leona knew that he was quick to anger but slow to act on it. that his anger simmered, boiling under the surface of his skin, when his eyes hardened and his voice turned bitter and his eyebrows furrowed. anyone who knew leona also knew how to avoid his anger, which buttons never to push, placating him with ease while also simultaneously teasing- a comrade, a friend.

but hardly anyone knew of his gentle side, the part of him that liked to take life slow and easy, that liked to hold your hand and nuzzle your neck and pepper your face with kisses (romantic or not) under the larger leaves of the botanical garden, effectively hidden from view from most of savanaclaw’s students and nrc’s professors.

“stay here, where’re you runnin’ off to again?” leona groans behind you as he stirs, the sunlight overhead framing his glorious mane like a crown for a king. “hmm?” he insists, tugging you close to his chest and throwing an arm over you, instinctually intertwining his legs with yours. “you’re not plannin’ on running behind that crow again, are ya? i’ll eat you whole.”

“hardy har har, very scary, leona,” you respond as you roll your eyes, curling up into him and cuddling him, occasionally pressing kisses to the nearest patch of skin you could find. “i have homework, unlike this extremely intelligent and sleepy fourth-year-student-to-be.” 

“sleep with me for a while longer and i’ll help you with it.” leona immediately responds above you, baritone voice rumbling deep within his chest. 

“i feel like that’s somehow an violation of academic integrity.”

“look at the mouse using big words. ‘s cute,” leona hums as he smushes your face into his chest. “now sleep.”

“g’night, sweaty boob man.”

“the hell you mean sweaty boob man-”

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Aight time for my one Tumblr post since I now have a reason to,, yk,,, actually show people my stuff online

In short this is for my one and only moot <3 you know who you are

As you can see I do trad art in my sketchbook,,

I will lore dump if you ask but it's wild so

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Aight time for my one Tumblr post since I now have a reason to,, yk,,, actually show people my stuff online

In short this is for my one and only moot <3 you know who you are

As you can see I do trad art in my sketchbook,,

I will lore dump if you ask but it's wild so

Words Unsaid

I'd like to say that when I first met you I fell for you instantly and I knew. But I didn't know. And it wasn't even a meet. I saw you at orientation first, trying your damnedest to put out the fire breathed out by the stupid mage cat that had tried to steal my spot as a student, not that I really knew what was going on at the time, that had somehow spread to your Housewarden's robes.

I didn't have much time to look at you then, frantically trying to avoid the chaos and near frozen by fear and confusion. But even in that you looked gorgeous. I blamed it on the lighting at the time, running to catch up with the grey and blue creature.

The second time I saw you was after I'd been enrolled for a while, chaos seemed to follow me as I adjusted to everything. By then I'd had to replace my glasses, not that I think the headmage intended to replace them until I had begged Riddle to bring it up with him, as I could hardly see any board or far from me and using my phone camera only did so much. I must've looked weird to you. I was staring, I know, but I could not help it, even if I was supposed to ask about your, albeit not as severe but incredibly inconvenient, injury that would keep you from participating in the spelldrive tournament.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from you then, unable to find any excuse for such behaviour even now. Only then did I learn your name, Jamil Viper. Had I known that name would haunt my every waking thought, I would not have asked it. Your hair looked so lovely that day. And the accessories you wore, I wondered if they'd look good on me, if I could watch you do your hair up.

I saw you play basketball the other day. I was sent to the school Gym to help do maintenance on the equipment. You had your club activities supervised by coach Vargas at the time, seeing as I was also there. Unbeknownst to you, the band on your uniform that you wear around your arm had fallen in the cafeteria in the lunch period before. I noticed and picked it up, sure enough that I would see you and return it eventually.

When I actually saw you there I stared again, as one with a crush does, I guess. You take my breath away. Coach Vargas yelled in my ear on accident, which embarrassingly made me flinch and cower. I have not gotten over loud noises, but I don't think I need to. God I still hope you didn't see that. But you might've.

Somehow I actually managed to talk to you and return the armband. Told you I liked the way your hair was up, that you looked cool playing basketball. I wish I could've kept talking but really, I probably only would have embarrassed myself. If you knew how red my cheeks were, how hot they felt after I'd gone out of sight. I'm sure you'd laugh at me. But I can't help myself, not when my heart threatens to break my ribcage when I so much as think about you. Your eyes are gorgeous too. Can't believe I never noticed them, but I don't look people in the eyes when speaking all that much.

Your eyes though, your eyes I adore. They are endlessly beautiful to me. They ensnare me, hold my attention, I can't look waya no matter how much I try, not that I want to though.

Not that you're ever going to read this. I'm going to hide this away later. I just had to get my thoughts out. But I, Inky, do adore you. Moreso than I have anyone before. But I won't call it love. I don't think I'd be worth that yet. Maybe one day, Jamil, maybe one day I will be worthy of calling you my love. Until then, I do hope you don't think I'm too weird.

I've got to leave it here though, the damned bird is calling me in again, for no reason I bet. My allowance better get higher, lest I go nuts here.

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Aaand here we have my Yuu-sona being down bad for the snake man. In case of terrible formatting, I am, in fact, on mobile. Might make more depending on how well this goes over but I hope it's not too obvious that this is my first writing piece,,, ya. Hope y'all enjoy! <3

Can be read as x reader, it's only my Yuu-sona, feel free to change the name in y'alls lil delulu heads cause me too<3

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Words Unsaid 2; late night and rainy day

Jamil Viper. I wish I had the courage to speak to you. Even now my words falter and I stutter when you're the topic of discussion. I haven't very many friends but Ace and Deuce unfortunately do tease me about just how obvious I seem to be when it's about you. I can't help it. You take my breath away in the best way possible, make me feel happy.

I'll be the first to admit though that I wish you would never see my more pathetic side. The one that cowers, that freezes in fear, flinches at every little thing. I wish that if you did see me, not that you ever would, I'm not sure I'm quite special enough to be noticed by someone like you, you saw me through rose tinted glasses. As someone who was smart, sweet and whatever else I'm sure you and your darling silver tongue could come up with.

I've hidden away my first.. well I don't want to call it a letter to you, but that's what it is, I suppose. I've seen you around more often recently. I've unfortunately been busy. Recently I've been having a few nightmares and have been hoping to sleep in the afternoons rather than doing as many things as I previously had been. I'm writing this sitting in Savanaclaw.

Somehow I feel like you may know what I've done. I.. was talked into giving up the dorm should I fail to fulfill a contract. But I didn't want to agree to it. I don't like it. It's loud in Savanaclaw. I'm glad Leona is willing to share his room. I'm currently set up on his floor with an extra mattress and Grim, little weasel he is, got a nice cat bed. But even now you keep me awake.

I wonder what it would be like if I could lay next to you instead, run my hand along your back, hold you close and listen to your heart. Those are delusions but they are what has been getting me through. I'm tired and I'm anxious all the time, I just can't seem to relax. That's all I have for now. I wish my dreams were real.

Jamil, recently I saw you when it was raining. I was stuck under a small roof, trying to escape the downpour. I saw you running towards Sam's shop with your hood up. Has anyone told you you look like a snake from the side with your hood up? Your hair makes your Sideprofile look like it has a little fang. It's cute. I don't believe I'll ever say it to you. I did call out to you, saying Sam was in the cafeteria. He was organizing an ingredient bulk buy for the cafeteria ghosts. You thanked me and came over for a moment, ducking under the little roof as well. We were so close. And most importantly, I spoke to you. I saw your pretty eyes again.

My heart was beating out of my chest the entire time, I'm sure you saw how flushed I was. All I can do is hope I did not embarrass myself by saying something weird. I was so happy you were there, hiding from the rain with me. You asked me why I never look people in the eye when they speak. I told you it scared me. And then I told you your eyes were pretty. That you didn't scare me. And I meant it. I can't lie to you. Not when you hold my heart in your skilled hands. I'm glad I found this paper again.

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One last treat for y'all when I go to bed. Working on pt 3 as well. Ya, have fun with this and I hope you enjoy even if I think this one isn't as good as the other one!! <3333333

Can be read as an x reader since it's just my yuu-sona,, yas

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angel face, call me by my real name || leona kingscholar

there was a masked stranger in this dingy town, which made him all the more interesting. most of his face was covered by a white mask that was chipped near his chin, the only part of his face seen the scar over his bright green eye.

word count: 600 words

a/n: the third of 10 fics!! this is based off of my cursed!leona au, where he is cursed to live as long as a fae is [the reason is unknown] bc you know he kinda has to suffer :)

leona kingscholar 2023 birthday event

there was a masked stranger in this dingy and strange town, which made him all the more interesting. most of his face was covered by a white mask that was chipped near his chin, the only part of his face seen the scar over his bright green eye. where he came from and where he was going no one knew, for he actively avoided the residents of this small town. everyone except you, you think as the man walks into the small cafe you own, silently ordering a coffee with a little cream. come to think of it, you’ve never heard him speak.

the man’s well-read and combat-trained maybe or maybe not, you note as you see him walk past your little shop, hood covering his ears and the loose hoodie he wears almost covering his tail. in his hand is a novel, le prince balafré, and you wonder why he’s reading about a mythical prince from a kingdom that doesn’t even exist anymore. you note that he does understand fresnian, so you take to calling him leon. he weirdly responds to the name. 

the man one day gives you his number, clearly tired of his own exile, and as you chat with him, you see the man behind the scar and the hoodie- a relaxed yet self-aware man, an absolute flirt, and someone kind and gentle, but used to being scorned. when you kiss him under the moonlight after your third date, he kisses back, and you can distinctly feel fangs and sharp teeth hidden under the softest lips, and oh, that lights a different kind of fire for this relationship, as new as it is. 

the first time he calls your name, you drop expensive china on the floor, and he turns away to laugh as you blush a furious red. He says your name in a hoarse voice unused to speaking as many times as you ask that night, and you make sure to either order him or cook him his favourite dishes. and you make sure to hug him and call out his name too (or is it?). 

a week after calling your name, he’s gone, vanishing into thin air without a trace. you knew this would happen, you knew he wouldn’t stay… but somehow, you had hoped he would stay for you, or take you with him, moving from town to town, city to city, country to country. You didn’t mind shutting this little cafe- not for him, anyway. you don’t see him for a month after that, when he turns up in the rain, battered and bruised and bleeding.

“my name is leona. leona kingscholar,” he pants through the pain and spits through the blood as you patch him up, pausing for a second before realising exactly who he is, not just to you, but to the entire twisted wonderland. “please don’t kick me out.” he whispers as you stay silent.

“le prince balafré,” you murmur- the scarred prince, the cursed prince, fated to roam the land for as long as the person he killed is not born again to kill him, as a blood debt is always repaid in blood- and as you move to nuzzle his cheek, he pauses, clearly confused. “it’s okay. i won’t kick you out. rest well, ‘kay? call me if you need me.” 

“wait.” leona grabs your hand, eyes wide. “why would you-”

“i care about you. that’s all.” 

and that has always been the truth, you think as you bury him silently in the rain, leona dead after 1700 years of roaming restlessly. 

“rest well, my love.”

i made myself kinda be sad today :( idk why.

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