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Author's comment: Hello everyone! I was thinking about changing the "humans are weak and idiots" script because frankly biologically the story is quite different and I don't think we value our strengths either. How could a student without magic from a completely unknown world survive this school? With so many challenges and trials, bullies and arrogant kids everywhere? Human beings are quick to adapt to dangerous situations. A new teacher has something to say.

Content: Funny (kinda), a series of “misunderstandings”, Yuu's self-esteem boost without knowing it, inspired by human are space orcs and humans are weird.

Characters:  Professor Raoni Wamuro, Classroom students, Yuu,  feat Leona, Sebek, Ace, Deuce, Riddle Roseharts 

Notes: My first Twisted Wonderland fic, hope you like it.Yuu's gender is neutral but may have some female biases, sorry.

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 The infamous NCR was open to a new teacher, they just couldn't imagine how much some things would change from there. The experienced Professor Raoni Wamuro entered the classroom determined to teach those troublemakers something they should never forget: the danger from humans. Something that with expertise he could confirm, being an anthropologist. Wamuro was an old man in his late 70s, or late 80s, or late 90s. He never revealed his age, but his white hair reveals his experience behind battle scars and words so serious and wise.

The students did not understand why they were having this content, some more skeptical made fun of their teacher. Wamuro would be the new teacher of teenagers full of passions and hormones, he has to capture their attention quickly because the subject is about to get more and more serious. Raoni was weaving his speech carefully, choosing the right words to get where he wanted. He started the class with an old picture that illustrated his book. A dangerous species of marine being and a human by its side. The caption of the image read: “A year, 12 people are killed by sharks. 12000 sharks are killed per hour by humans.” He remembered having this class in college, took a deep breath and started an introduction about who it is, what the subject is and its importance, however the students thought the class was too slow.

- I still don't understand why we're taking this class? Professor, we've seen humans before, they are not dangerous much less threatening!- a beastman mob interrupted Professor Wamuro

-It's a waste of time to study about them! They have no claws or fangs! How will they hunt prey?- His friend agreed with him

-They don't need claws or fangs to kill you young. They just need to outlast you. And believe me, they will. They can chase their prey for days and nights without sleeping, eating and non-stop until they manage to kill it. A good example of why their body doesn't have as much fur as beastmans, they need to balance heat so they don't overheat.- Raoni answered him and taking his silence as an answer, continued.

-Don't be naive. Don't underestimate them. Humans don't appear to be a walking danger, but they are like a ticking time bomb. Nature took pity on us and didn't grant them any magic, because it wasn't necessary. If they had, they would have destroyed everything by now. Their ambiguous and ambitious nature takes them much further.- Taking advantage of the students' doubtful silence, he continued his explanation giving more details. He couldn't help that the mood weighed when he remembered the situations he had witnessed in his years of war. How many times had he underestimated humans and been surprised by new attacks and deaths?

Raoni Wamuro was from an ancient race that battled an ancient race of humans for a long time. Humans evolved fast while their race remained the same. After retiring from the military, he decided to explore areas of knowledge still so little talked about and diversify his skills. He went from general to scientist and never stopped, his scientific research and archaeological findings are always in the most renowned and respected books and magazines in the world of Twisted Wonderland.

-Lethal machines I mean, a frighteningly complex body and minds so complicated that I consider them a labyrinth where many get lost.

-They don't stop until they reach their goals. Humans have incredible resistance, even to shocks, the ability to quickly recover from injuries and injuries, to adapt easily to any environment and stay on top of it.- he shouted loudly.

-Professor, this is..a little different from what I expected…- a fairy admitted, he didn't know about all this scientific content that surrounded human beings.

-You and your little friend can die from an infection and a simple wound, but humans…they can rip off their own limbs and survive for years. - Professor Waduro looked at him seriously, feeling a shiver run down his spine and his students too.

-They are unstoppable!

Some students couldn't help but remember all the times when Yuu, the underrated magicless prefect out of the world, threw himself to face all those overblots and others remembered how he managed to handle so many tasks that the oh  gracious Crowley put on his back.

-They have evolved a digestive system that allows them to eat poison mushrooms and ingest poisonous plants for sheer satisfaction.

"-Yuu, where are you taking this plant?" asked a beastman giraffe, he and Yuu were cleaning the Botanical Garden when he saw that the little one gathered some suspicious plants.

-It looks like a commonly used spice where I come from.- The giraffe was even more confused, in his homeland people felt very sick just by smelling this plant, some even stopped at the hospital. Why would you use it in your food?”

-They destroyed all their natural predators, staying at the top of the food chain.- A memory flashed through a coyote's head, its ears inadvertently picking up an interesting conversation.

“ - Herbivore, you have to learn your damn place. - The savanaclaw's dormleader groan at Yuu. Leona had just avoided a fight that Yuu was "involved in". A misunderstanding, Yuu said. It was challenging me, said the predator type.

-Shishishi Yuu, if it weren't for us you'd be in trouble.

-Oh, are they predators? Sorry, it's just that where I come from they don't exist anymore.- They answered honestly and without thinking too much, after all they never had to run from animals to survive. Just the chickens on their grandfather's farm that soon turned into soup. But that could not be explained in time.”

-A curious fact is that they manage to create a group of different animals and people, creating a strong bond with absolutely anything.- Professor Wamuro continued listing some curiosities about the species. A flashback flashed through the minds of many students already troubled by the similarities.

“The students were open-mouthed about the situation. A terrible chimera escaped from its cage and was terrorizing the corridors of NRC, all those who tried to dominate it or cast a spell to calm it were unsuccessful attempts. The terrifying chimera was now… lying on the ground on its back, soaking up all the affection and care that Yuu gave it, the beast purred so loudly that the ground shook, but that only made Yuu smile along with the animal they dubbed Amy .

-I've already prepared the new cage for the chimera, bring it here. - Riddle caught the attention of the prefect, who got up and called the beast

-Come on Amy! Your cage is right here my cute kitty!- Amy grumbled when her affection was cut off, but soon she started walking beside Yuu to the cage. After giving some treats to his “kitten” the prefect thanked Rosehearts with a quick hug that was soon returned. When did the crimson tyrant become so friendly?? The last one got so close to him it was off your head.”

-Humans are famous for analyzing their opponent and designing their traps. So they create many mental and physical traps to numb their victim and have fun with their mental confusion.

“She sells seashells by the seashore.”

-She shell she… ARG! Why do we even have to do this? What a useless game!- Sebek complained loudly, he had been trying the tongue-twister that the prefect brought from his world for minutes and still no results.

-Come on Sebek! It's a fun game, just to pass the time. - Yuu motivated him

-Lilia-sama would find a human game utterly useless. It's none of my business!

-First of all, I'm asking you and not Lillia-senpai. Second I just played with him this tongue twister

-Tongue twister? Is this the method of my torture?

-Sebek is just a game for distraction, try again! And ah–! Lillia, do you want to try again?-Lillia appeared in midair scaring Sebek, Yuu was already waiting for him to appear, the older one made it very clear that he didn't want to give up. Lilia tries a few times and gives up a little later.

-She sell sheas…!Se shells sheas…!- they burst out laughing as Lilia whispered a “just like old times!”

The green haired fae looked confused and his laughter died when he realized this: They are making fun of him! YES! They are playing tricks so they cant solve and GOD THEY JUST TRICKED MASTER LILLIA? AND IT WAS NOT THE FIRST TIME? What audacity of this human without magic, playing dirty with a guardian as exceptional as Lillia Vanrougue!

-Why don't you try this tongue twister with Malleus? I bet he'll like it! - the magenta haired one suggested happily however Sebek increased his alertness even more.

HE'S GOING TO FOOL THE YOUNG MASTER IN A SILLY JOKE! AND LILLIA SAMA WANTS HIM TO PARTICIPATE TOO? WHAT KIND OF MENTAL CONTROL TRAP IS THE HUMAN SETTING??” - Sebek was present in the class, the new information only served to raise more suspicions about the frien--human. Human being. Silly human.

-Professor Wamuro, where do these dangerous humans come from?- A pufferfish merman asked hesitantly, his hand shaking as he stood up. There were other humans in the school and they were nothing like these monsters, so it only makes sense that they are ancient beings or a place very far from there right? Right??

-Ohh they come from.. ah I remembered. From a deadly blue planet of unknown location. The ancients called “Earth” something like… oh exactly like that! - scratching his long beard Raoni walked across the room spotting an area with posters.

Professor Raoni saw a poster with a space system with a large star in the middle called Sun and 8 planets orbiting around it, the third of them being a blue rocky sphere, with well-delimited lands and white clouds. He just didn't imagine that some magicless prefect from another world made the drawing in astronomy class tracing an arrow pointing to the planet. “HOME EARTH” was written, his friends suggested that he write that detail so that the students would know a little more about his homeland. The component names had a heart and a sword, plus a “Grim” with a paw. 

The students absorbed the information given by the new teacher, and with a pale face they exchanged glances with each other listening to the whispers that Wamuro emitted, thinking aloud about the next subjects for the classes taking turns between some rather strange theories. The train of thought was cut short just before the bell rang with a soft knock on the door and a voice that said:

-Excuse me Professor Raoni Wamuro, I'm Yuu. The director asked me to give you these papers.- Yuu said as they opened the door.

The bell rang and while the prefect waited for a bunch of teenagers running wild for their precious break, they found a room hesitant to get up from their chair avoiding the gaze and a confused teacher….

A Magical Homecoming | Leona Kingscholar

Word Count: ~5.6k

Summary: At NRC's first ever homecoming you ask Leona Kingscholar to dance, but he declines. Then something happens, and Leona comes to regret his decision...

Warnings/Notices: Spoilers go up to Book 3-4ish. The prefect is assumed to have attended public school in their world for the purpose of this fic.

Author's Notes: This video inspires the scene towards end of the fic. I personally recommend watching it after reading it to avoid spoilers (there are no words for how much I love this scene by the way, it gets me in my feels every time).

This fic has been in my drafts for awhile and it has an admittedly clunky start, but I really like the ending! Gotta love a little jealousy trope now and again, and Leona's just perfect for a prompt like this.

Much love, and I hope you enjoy ♡

During big events at NRC, students were usually required to wear those ceremonial robes without sash nor sleeve out of place.

Crowley must have felt different about this one, though, because you were given the ‘OK’ to dress however you wanted—an implicit cue for all the students and staff to dress as fancy as they could, then gather into the event hall for an evening of mingling, music and dancing.

According to rumors, Crowley had implemented the school dance to encourage the student body in their upcoming competitions against the rival school, RSA. What had actually happened, though, was that the headmaster overheard you telling Grim about the homecoming dances from your world and got a little too excited about the concept.

To make the matter more appropriate, the RSA staff had recently challenged NRC to a 'friendly game of Spelldrive', and the headmage was willing to do anything to keep the school morale up. He introduced the dance to the school in his 'benevolence', acting as some sort of cultural icon for bringing such an obnoxious tradition to Twisted Wonderland.

You were in an entirely new world and still couldn’t escape all that public school nonsense, huh? Woe is you.

Nevertheless, many of your friends were over the moon about the concept, Cater especially. You weren’t in a financial position to purchase something to wear for the evening, but the charismatic junior was itching for a chance to shop with you again, and he’d generously insisted on helping purchase your outfit plus a fancy collar for Grim. Now that, Crowley, was benevolence at his finest.

So here you were, dressed to the nines with the approval of Cater’s artistic eye. You’d never dressed so fancy in front of your peers before, so even as the dance was just beginning you got swarmed with compliments, and you gave just as many as you got.

Ace, Grim and Deuce got to dance with you first—nothing like a fancy waltz, but instead the same overplayed pop tunes you’d expect to hear at a dance in your world. Both boys had grabbed your hand at one point and pulled you into a goofy version of a ballroom dance, and Grim had the honor of clinging to your back throughout it all, finding his height to be a bit problematic amidst the dancing crowd.

The songs got less silly though, and were eventually replaced with more formal and pretentious tunes that less people were ready to dance to. Thus came the mingling part of the evening—you talked with nearly all your friends in Heartslabyul before making your way to the snack bar. You weren't surprised to see Ruggie there, even less surprised to see him sneaking food into his pockets.

He grinned as he caught your eye, cheekily slipping some plastic-covered desserts into the inside of his jacket. “Fancy seeing you here, Prefect,” he remarked, then took in your outfit. “Cater?”

“It screams him, doesn’t it?” You laughed, spinning around to show off the outfit in full. “He took me shopping and—despite my insistence—purchased it. I was just planning on showing up in my uniform. I’m too broke to afford something like this.”

“You and me both. This is a loan from Leona,” Ruggie replied wryly. “Makes for plenty of pocket space. You want a snack while there’s anything left?”

You smiled and selected a snack and a glass of punch. Ruggie snuck some more food in his pocket before doing the same, except he kept his snack on one of the cheap plastic plates and didn't bite into it. You caught on to his actions and gave him a disapproving look.

“You’re still doing favors for Leona at a dance? Don’t you get a day off?”

“What’re you fussing over me for, you weirdo? Shyeheehee… you don’t need to worry about me. Everyone else is going to come out of this dance with cringy memories and sore feet, meanwhile I’ll come out of it with profit and snacks.” He gently patted his pockets for reference. “I’m not willing to share my wages, but I’ll share my company if you want. Sure it’s a good idea for you to hang around here alone?”

His ear twitched and head tilted as he glanced around the room. Ace, Deuce and Grim had found themselves in a circle with some of the other first years, and your other Heartslabyul friends seemed to have scattered back into the crowd. You look back at Ruggie, who had that look of mischievous amusement on his face.

“Don’t take this as me fussing over you or anything, but you do get into fights… a lot," He snickered. "Since we're friends, I won't even charge you for my protection. I'm off to deliver this snack to Leona, you coming?"

He walked off without waiting for an answer, and you trotted after him, making sure he saw the dramatic pout on your face.

"I don't go looking for trouble you know," you defend yourself.

"You don't," He agrees. "But you are a magicless student in a school full of mages, and you're not the best at laying low."

"Are you implying that I make myself a target?"

"You're a fun one for sure," He teased, and you playfully shove his shoulder.

Ruggie led you fairly far away from the dance floor--to the very corner of the hall, in fact, which was lined with chairs but had very few people occupying the seats. Draped across several of them was Leona, one arm behind his head as a pillow and the other draped tamely on his stomach.

He was beautiful.

Ruggie gives you a cheeky look out of the corner of his eye; it was only natural he’d be aware of your affinity for Leona, after all, you'd frequently offer to help him with tasks just to visit the sleepy housewarden.

The hyena muttered a joke about you giving Leona a 'true loves kiss' to wake him, which wasn’t well-received by you. Amused, Ruggie walked up and gave Leona a restrained whack on the shoulder.

"Food's here, Leona-San."

Leona groaned. Ruggie scowled and whacked him again.

"Why'd you even come to this thing if you're just gonna sleep here in the corner?"

"Grrr... because Crowley expects all the housewardens in attendance, and it's only a matter of time until he sends his minions after me..."

The prince finally peeked his eyes open, and immediately they landed on you. He smirked.

"Speaking of minions..." He remarked. "Good to see you, Prefect. Where's your pet?"

"Grim?" You asked dumbly, as if you had multiple. "Oh... with Ace, Deuce, Epel, all of them. I ditched the whole group, apparently."

"Atta prefect," He drawled. "You should do that more. This dumb party blows."

"This dumb party is my fault, so be nice," you crossed your arms in pretend offense. Leona raised his eyebrows.

"You mean you're the reason I got dragged out of bed to dress like this?"

His outfit wasn't out of the ordinary, honestly--he had on neither jacket nor necktie, and his pants were obviously the ones from the NRC uniform. He had on a simple black dress shirt, though, and a black vest adorned with heavy gold patterns. He had his usual jewelry--at least, the jewelry he wore with the Savanaclaw uniform--on his wrists and neck.

You nodded. He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. I'm sure Crowley's the real one to blame for this."

"There ya go, being all soft on the Prefect again," Ruggie teased. Leona shot him a look. "I'm gonna go back to the snack table incase they set more stuff out. Good luck with things, Prefect."

He saluted and walked off. You recalled him offering his company and protection just a few minutes ago and snorted.

"You're really lucky to have him, you know," you murmured fondly as you watched Ruggie engage with the snack table once more. Leona shot you a look.

"Oh?"

"He's a sweetheart."

"Tch."

You snorted at his grumpy expression. "He is! He's such a sweet guy. He does a lot of good for you."

"He..." Leona pointed at Ruggie. "...is about as sweet as acid. He does ‘good’ because it's mutually beneficial—you’re the only one I know who'd coddle someone with gifts and favors just because."

"I wouldn't coddle just anyone," you defended as you took the seat next to him. "Only Ace, Deuce, Grim, and my favorite people from your dorm... Oh! And Kalim and Jamil. Well, I guess I would do it for Epel too, and Ortho and Idia..."

"Tch."

You laughed again. "I'm not a pushover at least! I'm aware of the resources I have, it’s not like I overexert myself—I just like to share with people I like, be it time, gifts, effort or compliments. They're love languages."

He gave you a dry look—one that called into question your decision to talk to him about love languages of all things—but rather than mock you he just sighed and ruffled your hair.

"You're a special one, I'll give you that," he remarked. "Hey, move over or else I'm going to use your lap as a pillow."

"My lap is always available for my favorite prince, my liege," you giggled, and he waited until his head was comfortably settled in your lap to give you a look. His hands folded over his stomach and he closed his eyes, and after a feeble attempt to resist you ended up running your fingers through his hair. His ears twitched at first, but the only sound that left his lips was a relaxed sigh.

After a few minutes you were sure he'd fallen asleep. You'd much rather sit here with him than partake in the awkward dancing, you decided. Here, the music was at its quietest--it gave you a chance to recover from the headache it gave you earlier, and the lack of glittering and glowing decor was also a pleasant change. The party was fun, but Leona was better.

Besides, here he was entirely available for you to admire. His outfit looked amazing on him, and his relaxed expression was incredibly endearing, not to mention his hair... He was attractive, no doubt about it, and with him in the middle of his nap you could look at him for more than two seconds without him teasing you about it. Dreamy.

You found out he was awake when you stopped playing with his hair to wave at your friend across the room. His eyebrow twitched. "What do you think you're doing, herbivore?"

"Huh? You're not asleep?"

"How could I be, with you petting me like that?" He had the audacity to make a face at you. "You're really brave to be doing that, aren't you?"

"Oh..." You held your hands awkwardly in the air, looking for a place to put them that wasn't entirely bizarre. "Sorry."

"I didn't tell you to stop," He added, closing his eyes again. That gave you the courage to tease him.

"But what about your nap?"

"I was enjoying myself. Make your decision now though, herbivore, because if I do fall asleep I'm not fond of being woken."

You laughed. "Don't I know that. You scary, scary lion."

His eyes closed again, but this time the conversation continued--he asked you lazy questions and hummed as you gave long answers, him knowing exactly where to pry in order for you to reveal your best stories. You told him about your recent adventures and shenanigans, plus silly stories about you and the other first years.

As the night continued on you were still enjoying yourself, and the music matched up to your mood. By now it had morphed entirely from pop tunes into extravagant waltzes, fanciful music with highs and lows that cast bursts of magic and energy into the air. It was as close to a 'slow dance' moment you'd expected from the night, and since Leona was clearly still awake, it got you thinking.

"Hey, on a scale of willing to do something with me to entirely exhausted, how sleepy are you?" You ask. Leona hums.

"Depends on what we're doing."

"Want to dance with me?"

He went quiet--not just a pause, but long enough that you think he might have fallen asleep. After a moment, you tried your luck again. "Leona-"

"No thanks."

"Oh, okay."

The disappointment in your voice was obvious, but you didn't pester him about it. You continued to play with his hair and listen to the music, and right after the next song began you were approached by two figures, one with a bubbly bounce in his step.

"Prefect! Look at you!" Kalim gushed as he ran over, Jamil slowly behind. The housewarden reached over Leona's head to grab your hands, holding them in the air and stepping back a bit to look you up and down. "You look amazing!"

"Hey, screech owl," said Leona, peeking an eye open. "Care to take it down a few hundred decibels?"

"Oh, were you asleep? Sorry Leona-San," Kalim laughed, and then continued to fawn over you, not deterred one bit. "This color suits you so well--I have some stuff in this color that I'd be happy to give you! You need to come back to Scarabia sometime, it's been forever since you stayed with us, and we always have a free room for you and Gri-"

Jamil cut him off with a hand on his shoulder. "Kalim, back up. You're being a disturbance."

Anyone else might have found Jamil's words to be hurtful, crushing even, but Kalim was hardly affected. He did, however, release his grasp on your hands. “Oops, sorry."

"You look amazing, Kalim. You too, Jamil," You added, giving them both a grin that matched Kalim’s enthusiasm. Kalim was decked out in white with tasteful gold decor, and Jamil donned a dark red suit over a black shirt, his sleek hair threaded with gold as usual. Truly, that duo always looked amazing.

"Thanks," Kalim grinned. He sat at the free space next to you, causing Jamil to roll his eyes and sigh. Unlike the housewarden, he stood stiffly, arms crossed as he analyzed the situation and recognized the futility of getting Kalim to tone things down.

It was, after all, a party. That was where Kalim shone brightest.

"Hey you," you waved at Jamil, who gave you a reserved look. "Stop being responsible and go enjoy yourself. You look too nice to not be dancing or relaxing or doing whatever it is Jamil Viper wants to do. I’ll steal Kalim in the meantime.”

"You know I can’t let you do that."

"Relax friend," you reply to him, gently patting Kalim's shoulder for emphasis. "I've got your housewarden all safe and sound right here. He'll be in my TLC until you return. I deal with Ace, Grim and Deuce all day--I'm more than capable."

"TLC?" Kalim asked obliviously.

"Tender loving care," Jamil clarified, giving you a stern look. Kalim let out a little ‘awe’ and joined you in your nagging.

"You heard the Prefect! Go have fun!"

Jamil's eye twitched. "Right. Then I can return to you in a coma and this one... who knows what trouble you'll get into, Prefect," he sighed, but eventually gave in. "I'll be back soon, Kalim, so don't leave. Thank you for your unnecessary concern, Prefect." He added, before turning and walking away. You didn't miss the calm smile that graced his lips before he was completely out of sight.

"You look great tonight too, Leona-San!" Kalim said pleasantly as you watched Jamil go. He eyed your fingers in the prince's hair in fascination—impressed that Leona was letting you near him at all, probably.

"Can't you tell I'm napping?" Leona replied, eyes still closed. His tone was completely different from when he was talking with you--he spoke grumpily and tiredly, that same tone he used when he spoke about Cheka.

"Oops. Sorry." Kalim hushed, but it didn't last long. In a matter of seconds he was bubbly and chatty again. "You guys really do look good, though. Cater posted your outfit on magicam, Prefect, but it doesn't hold a candle to seeing you in person. Did you dance yet? I bet you shone on the dance floor."

You laughed at his rapid-fire compliments. "I danced a little with Ace and Deuce, but I’m not so sure you could call that dancing. I’ve been a bit awkward on my feet today..."

Leona smirked at that. "That wasn't the impression you gave when you invited me," he commented smugly, eyes still closed.

"Awe, you guys danced?" asked Kalim. "That's great! I bet everyone's been fighting for the chance to dance with you guys. Since you're not taken for now, Prefect, would you like to dance with me next?"

The question caught you off guard. You had wanted to dance with Leona... but he rejected your offer, and even if it wasn't with him, a part of you still really wanted to dance, at least to one song.

"You know I have limited dancing skills, right?" You said hesitantly. "With your skill level I'd slow you down."

"Dances like these are meant to be slow," Kalim replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "It's really easy, you can follow my lead. Besides, it's much more fun dancing with someone than dancing alone."

You hesitate again. In any other context you'd jump at the offer--Kalim was just too friendly to pass up--but now you had a lion on your lap. Instead of immediately addressing Kalim, you affectionately combed through Leona's hair and spoke to him in your sweetest voice.

"Leonaaa? I know I've been your pillow for a bit, but would you mind letting me up?"

The sweetness didn't work. If the bitter expression on his face wasn't enough of an indication, his voice certainly gave away his distaste.

"Don't feel like it."

"Please? I can be back soon if you want."

“Who says you’re not taken anyways?” He continued. “You can’t be my so-called pillow and go dancing with the little herbivore friend you invited over here. Haven’t you thought this through at all?” He complained.

“I just want to dance for at least one song…”

“You could’ve done that earlier. You said you did.”

“Well, I want a partner dance, I mean,” you clarify. “Like… like what everyone else has started doing, waltzes and all that. You were the only one I had asked for that…” You admitted, combing distractedly though his hair with your fingers.

He was silent for another moment, and then finally, "I told you, once I fall asleep, I don't like to be woken up. If you're planning on getting up then don't plan to come back."

His words were cold, and it felt like a rejection all over again. You glance at Kalim who—thankfully—paid no mind to the conversation, and instead was watching the dancing crowd with a wondrous look.

"Sorry," you mumbled to Leona. The sweetness in your tone involuntarily disappeared. "Would you please sit up a little?"

He did, but it was the only thing he did outside of ignoring you completely. Instead of bidding you goodbye as you got up, he curled to face the wall and used his arm as a pillow instead.

You didn’t get to dwell on it before Kalim had pulled you closer to the music, grinning excitedly at you and giving you a little bow before holding his hand out. “Are you ready?”

“Um, I'm really not sure how to dance to songs like these..."

"No worries, I can show you!"

"Are you sure? I might accidentally trip you or something."

"You won't," he promised, and then extended his hand to you again. "Do you trust me?"

Do you trust me?

You still really wanted to dance with Leona--it was only natural to want to dance with the guy you liked--but if he wouldn't, Kalim wasn't a bad alternative. Whereas Leona might have been impatient with your clumsy dancing, you knew for a fact Kalim was an excellent dancer and also extremely sweet. At least this way you wouldn’t have to feel ashamed about your amateur-hour moves.

Not that ashamed, anyways.

"...I do," you decide, putting your hand in his. Kalim grinned and showed you where to place your hands, holding one in his own and lightly placing his free hand on your back. The next song started at just the right moment, and slowly he began to guide your shy feet into a simple, engaging dance.

For the first song you kept your your gaze on the floor, watching your feet move along with his. He complimented your concentration and asked if you were interested in dancing more, and by that point you were feeling confident enough to look him in the eye and chat as you danced around the room.

It was silly, really—the two of you together were full of laughter and lighthearted stories. Your conversation carried into another dance, then another, until eventually you and he joined some of your other friends.

At the end of the party, when everyone started to head back to their dorms, you noticed Leona still laying in that corner of the gym and felt a little bad for leaving him there—then again, he’d pretty much told you not to come back to him, right? You at least decided to go wake him, but Ruggie beat you to it and Grim was demanding your attention anyways.

That concluded the night. You found out later Crowley had crowned himself homecoming king (which wasn't really how that worked, but you guess no one else would've known anyways) and even after, you got filled in on the stories from your friends' evening that you'd missed.

It had been a wonderful night, both the time spent with Leona and the time without. For the first time ever, you were looking forward to another homecoming.

~~~

Leona had liked you for a long time.

He wasn't sure when it started, but he wasn't dumb enough to ignore it either. He knew he wanted to confess to you, and he was pretty sure you had some sort of feelings for him as well, but waiting for the right moment was something he did best. Even if he wasn't the most patient by nature, when it came to strategizing for what he wanted suddenly he could wait years without taking another step forward. It was all about making the right move at the right time.

Not just laziness, though perhaps that also played a part.

Then there came competition, and suddenly, Leona wasn't so patient anymore. His confession had a deadline, and he had no way of knowing when that deadline was, only that his choice to not dance with you had sped it forward. He was almost in a panic when he saw you walking with Kalim in the hall that Monday, and his day got even worse when Ruggie offhandedly reported seeing you and the Scarabia housewarden eating together at lunch.

He needed a plan. Well-crafted, yes, but fast.

~~~

"Another sleepover in Savanaclaw?" You asked, brows knit together as you processed Leona's offer the following day. "I thought you hated it when I was there."

"Well sure, it was a huge inconvenience when you were there because of that cephalo-punk," Leona confessed, rubbing his temple as he recalled that particular catastrophe. "And the yowling you and Grim did... you're very lucky I had other reasons for helping you out, I was ready to feed you to the wolves."

You grinned at that. "And that reason was because you adore me, don't you? I mean, I can't blame you. There's no way you didn't fall for me after my performance on the Spelldrive field."

He laughed. "You mean when you got knocked out?"

"They say people look peaceful in their sleep, I bet you saw me in the nurse's office and thought I looked like an angel."

You were right about that... but you didn't need to know that.

"Anyways, about your offer," you said, getting back to the point. "I do love spending time with you and the others... but Savanaclaw is sooo hot. Do you want to camp at Ramshackle instead? There's less people there, so you could nap without interruption, plus there's tons of space and, most importantly, it's not hot enough to make me evaporate."

The offer was tempting. A chance to sleep at Ramshackle? Gosh, he hoped this plan worked--hoped this wouldn't be the last time you extended the offer--but for the moment, he couldn't stray from his plan. "I'm sure. I'm hot myself and you seem to handle me just fine, so come over. I'll be waiting."

The smile that grew on your face was breathtaking. Literally--the way it slowly grew as you processed his flirting, followed by the subtle lip bite as you tried to hide your amusement--everything you did, it made his breath catch in his throat.

"Cute." You said. "I guess that convinced me. Does the offer extend to Grim?"

"Hell no."

You laughed.

"I'll head over once he's settled for the night then," you said. "I'm looking forward to it, Leona, I'll see you tonight."

That concluded that part of the plan. Leona's next step was much more exhausting.

At least he wasn't doing it alone. No, he was way too clever to subject himself to all that work.

"Why on earth do I have to help you get a date?" Ruggie complained, stringing fairy lights through the lounge while Leona lazily tidied up. "You should've just danced with the Prefect during that weird party-"

Leona growled. "You're welcome to call it quits then, runt. You know you're not helping me out of the goodness of your heart."

"I might‘ve for the Prefect, but you still owe me for bringing them over to you during the dance,” Ruggie snickered. “I’ve done my part, financial compensation is more than an expectation as this point.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Move those chairs, would you? I’m going to make sure no one’s gonna interrupt us tonight,” Leona decided, only to be met with an ‘oooooh’ from Ruggie. That bratty hyena…

~~~

“Woah.”

Leona had messaged you a little while ago telling you to meet him in the Savanaclaw lounge, as opposed to his dorm room like you expected. When you arrived, the sky was already beginning to grow dark—the lounge’s pool was lit up, and fairy lights were strung around the tents and tables. A huge space was cleared at the center of the lounge, and there Leona stood in the same attire from homecoming night, except his hair was now pulled back all neat and tidy. In layman's terms, he was stunning.

He grinned at your reaction, looking all too pleased with himself.

“You like it?”

“I feel like I’m walking into a dream…” you murmured as you approached him, even pinching yourself to confirm. “This is… wow, what is this? Did you like the homecoming party that much that you wanted to throw another one?”

“I didn’t like the party so much, no,” Leona replied candidly. “What I did like, however, was you.”

The way you reacted was all the proof he needed to know his plan had worked. This was perfect. That'll show that stupid screech owl--no one is going to take you away from him, that was for sure. After taking a moment to soak in your adorable reaction, he got closer to you and offered a hand.

"I made the mistake of rejecting a dance with you a few nights ago," he said. "I'm fixing that mistake now. Do you accept?"

You shake yourself out of your flustered state, and shoot him one of your more coy looks. "Do you have music?"

He laughed. "I suppose you're expecting me to say something like, 'the only music we'll need is the music in my heart', right?"

"From you? I was actually expecting you to either insult my hearing or my intelligence," you tease, slipping your hand into his. "But that very princely line of yours will do nicely too."

"No. My heart has many things to say to you--later--but it doesn't sing."

You don't know if it was the halfhearted scowl on his face or just your joy in the moment, but you laughed. Leona pulled one hand away to signal across the room (it seemed Ruggie was also in attendance, well hidden on one of the chairs across the lounge), and suddenly music started to pour from a set of speakers. It wasn't too loud--you assumed that was to avoid disturbing the rest of the dorm, but it was loud enough to coax your feet into dancing.

"Hey," you said as Leona pulled you into a waltz. After dancing with Kalim, you matched his steps easily. "Where is everyone else? Only Jack should be in bed at an hour like this, right? Well, Jack and you."

"Perks of being a housewarden," he replied simply. "I don't mind an audience, but I'd rather have you all to myself for now."

"And Ruggie?"

"Got paid to be here, so I'm sure he's counting bills rather than watching us," Leona grinned.

He pulled you around the lounge, dancing and twirling. You supposed it should come as no surprise that he was light on his feet--he may be effort averse, but he was still good at everything he did.

You didn't expect him to dance with you for more than one song. He was 'fixing his mistake', right? By the time the second song started to play, though, he hadn't let you go, and that didn't change for the third, forth, or fifth song either... and you weren't sure how it happened, but at some point, he'd gotten close enough to you that he could whisper the song lyrics in your ear, close enough that you could rest your head on his chest, close enough that your dancing feet faded out of focus, until the only thing you could focus on was you and him and how close his lips were, which went way beyond his intention of 'fixing his mistake'.

You'd figured out by this point that this was no platonic gesture. The mere thought had your heart pounding in your ears from the second he took your hand in his. He seemed just as lost in the moment as you, and had it not been for Ruggie, you were sure that neither of you would have called the moment to an end.

"Sorry guys," the hyena said in an unapologetic tone. "Lots of Savanaclaw members have sensitive hearing, and it's getting to be pretty late. I'm sure you guys have naps to take and conversations to have anyways, so..." He offered a dismissive wave, turning off the speakers and heading to his room. "G'night."

Leona scowled, still holding your hand in his as if he were unconsciously waiting for the music to start up again. When he didn't, he slowly released you, taking a small step back.

The sound of a door closing signaled Ruggie had left the room, and Leona took another long moment to speak up. "...if this wasn't clear, this isn't just about that night. The dance. You won't need a dancing partner again... the only person you'll need is me. Just me. I'll be your partner from here on out, alright?"

You couldn't tell if he was being grumpy out of flusteredness or if he was just being blunt, but you did want to tease him either way. "My partner?"

"Not just for dancing."

You grinned. "So like, an in-love-with-me partner."

He must have just been being blunt. Rather than acting embarrassed, he just returned your grin. "That would be correct, Prefect."

He held your hand, pulling you closer, whispering in your ear just as he had with the lyrics of the song.

"I'm in love with you."

...couldn't be more blunt than that, could it?

You throw your arms around him, braving a kiss to his cheek followed by a whisper of your own. "I'm happy to hear that, because I'm in love with you too!"

"I would hope so. I put in a lot of work making Ruggie do all this."

"Oh, did you?"

"I did. It was exhasting... to watch."

You laughed. "You really don't deserve him. He's more than just a sweetheart at this point--he's a saint."

"Like I said, I paid him," Leona replied. "And anyways, give me some credit. I was the brains behind the operation--there's no way I was going to fall short after you chose to dance with the screech owl."

"Is that your name for Kalim? How sweet of you to give him his own nickname!" You teased. He rolled his eyes, groaning under his breath.

"Not the point, Prefect."

"Maybe not. Doesn't matter--you were the one I asked to dance that night. You would still have been the only person I'd want to ask. Kalim's a great friend, but you're much more--I think you knew that, given I let you sleep in my lap."

"Mm... yeah," Leona yawned. "Can we do that again now? All this dancing made me tired."

"Sleep in my lap?" You pretended to mull it over.

"Meh. Just nap with me. C'mon." He threaded his fingers through yours, pulling you in the direction of his room. You smiled and followed after him.

"Sounds like a plan, my liege."

Have you ever thought of the imposter au with the staff of raven College? I could just imagine Crewel being the reason the reader is summoned to twst while not fulling knowing it (Probably coming in at the end to safe then after realize shits going down). That and maybe Crowley and Vargas going full mad dog and just chasing the reader like crazy. Maybe Trein tripping over his cat while chasing and reader/imposter feeling bad about it. Along with Sam using shadow creature to track the imposter down. Just a fun ideas I've been having, feel free to ignore.

I have thought about it before. I believe I even once mentioned that I would make a separate post for it eventually. Recently been thinking about platonic yan staff, so like fatherly type stuff for those of you with daddy issues.

Platonic yan Crowley! Wants to be your father figure so bad. Why won't you let him take you under his wing? You'd be his little fledgling! Ah, he must do his best to protect you! He is the headmaster of a prestigious school with unfortunately many arrogant troublesome students. Often he'll dramatically lament, inquiring why you don't wish to spend time with your dear old father? When you reply with a deadpan, "You're not my dad, Crowley." He'll break out into a melodramatic wail, oh woe is him that his own child does not wish to partake in any activities with him! Ah–– a way home, you ask? Well, during one of his many hours long searches in the library to find you a way home, something he adamantly assures you he's been doing, he had the most profound idea which he shall so graciously share with you! Why not stay in Twisted Wonderland and allow him to formally adopt you? Then you shall be his child and he will be sure to provide you with all the love and care you need! Isn't he a genius with such boundless benevolence?

Platonic yan Divus! Probably believes the whole world is out to get you. You poor little thing, far from home, lost and afraid, with no where else to go. Eventually he'll begin to doubt that Crowley is taking proper care of you, and deem his efforts as inadequate. Look at this wretched place, an old dorm filled with cobwebs and ghosts is supposed to be your home? An old oversized uniform and a handful of cheap worn clothes from the shop are all you have to wear? And your classmates, his own students, oh he knows what they're like. A bunch of ruthless mischief making pups! This is unacceptable! Divus will spoil you like his own. He has a soft spot for you, so when he's improving your conditions and getting rid of the old dirtied items, you hold up that feral monster cat and go, "Can I at least keep Grim? Please?" Ah, the puppy eyes. How could he say no to you? But that cat is getting a bath first. Oh, and he's incredibly wary of all the students. In his eyes, none of them are good enough to be your friends, and he's beginning to suspect all of them of trying to take advantage of you. Listen here, darling, you are not to trust any other men besides himself, are we clear?

Platonic yan Vargas! Oh god, not another one. Somehow, he's worse than the other two dads you've acquired. Especially because he thinks your escape attempts are some sort of crazy athletic training regimen. He's come to think of your monthly escape attempts as survival training, so not only is he enjoying himself but he's more than capable of keeping up and capturing you. Then dragging you back to NRC with a proud grin, boasting about how you got so much further than last time! "Let me go! Let go of me!" That's the spirit, he cheers. Seems like you're raring to train again, but now's the time regain your energy for next month! Eagerly tells you stories about his youth, how he was the strongest and most popular! He really wants you to look up to him, and he likes to think he's your favorite dad. Especially when it comes to Crewel, let's say they have differing opinions on how to properly care for you. While his counterpart prefers to pamper you, Vargas believes you need more activity and excitement in your life! Wouldn't you agree with him? Come on, give him a smile now!

Platonic yan Trein! The only real dad on the list. He has two sons that are already full adults now, and he believes you'd get along wonderfully with them. You would be their new younger sibling. "That's kinda... dumb. I'm not their sibling though." You comment, as he responds, it is not foolish to want all three of his children to get along. It's a bit annoying that you can never really get on his nerves, despite him being notoriously strict and a little intimidating with his stoic look. But like most of the dads on this list, he too has a weak spot for you. He still expects you to be a well-behaved though. No matter what you're like, he can handle it. After all, he's been a professor at NRC for so long, that he's seen and taken care of countless students. If you're looking for quiet time, he's probably the best to be with by far. He'll let his feline familiar Lucius sit on your lap as he serves you a platter of cookies with a hot beverage. When you do try to get on his nerves for whatever reason, it never works, so you end up plopping down beside him on the couch in defeat, angrily opening a magazine as he calmly continues to read a book. Now that the opportunity has present itself, he'd like to have a word with you. You should know that you are his pride and joy. That being said, should any of his students be pestering you, inform him immediately and he'll handle it promptly.

Platonic yan Sam! Most likely the best one to be with. It doesn't even feel like he's trying to be your dad, he's more like a cool but still concerning weird uncle. But if you had to classify him as a dad, he'd be the chill one. Although it is scary that he seems to know way more about you than you ever told him about. You suspect it has something to do with his friends on the other side. Whenever you're not with him, you have spied an oddly moving shadow or two... But the upside about that is, he always seems to know what you want. If it's small, he'll offer it for free. If it's a bigger item, he'll let you have it if you work the shop with him for a few hours. What's say you, huh? Sound like a deal? He'll entertain you a trick or two while you're here! Sam likes to call you his little good luck charm, because you tend to bring in more customers and just put him in a good mood. He choses to trust you, more than the other dads, probably because he knows you can't escape because he's always watching you somehow. You go on ahead, just be back by dark, you hear? He wouldn't want to send his friends to force you back home if you stay out late, m'kay?

MC: "Malleus, why did you let yourself get kidnapped and then waited for me to come rescue you when you could've killed them easily?"

Malleus: "I like it when you come rescue me

MC: "That doesn't answer my question though.."

Sweater Weather Event

☾ Pairing: Leona x fem!reader

☾ Dialogue Prompt 8: “I demand cuddles.”

☾ Notes: To the anon who requested this, I’m so sorry because I accidentally deleted your request since I saw you submitted it twice on my end. I have no idea what happened but hopefully you get this!

It’s been one week since you last stopped by Leona’s room. Sure, you’ve met up with him in the Botanical Gardens, in the halls, outside of classrooms, nearly everywhere but his room, but that wasn’t the point!

The point was despite meeting him in various places, never have you once sat down to cuddle with him properly. For a whole week.

Normally, Leona could deal with that with no issue but you. Stupid you. Stupid, pretty you had gotten him used to laying in your arms as he drifted of to sleep. All of your little meetings consisted of a quick kiss on his cheek along with a promise and an apology of meeting him back in his room for naps.

So he waited and waited and waited, until Ruggie decided that he had enough of Leona’s brooding and sent him off to Ramshackle.

Now in front of your door, Leona burst in, not caring about the surprised faces from those two Heartslabyul herbivores you hung around. One glare from him had them leaving to their dorm with some excuse that their dorm leader was calling them. And before you could even say a word, Leona said one thing,

“I demand cuddles.”

He should’ve been embarrassed. Leona came into your dorm, scared off your friends for the purpose of wanting to cuddle with you. For Seven’s sake, he even said the word “cuddle.”

Cuddle.

“Was that really it?” you asked him, irrational laced in your voice. Leona didn’t care. He just nodded in confirmation.

You would give in, Leona was sure of it. He had a whole week’s worth of you to catch up to and he intends to get it.

You stood there, eyes glaring into him with a pout forming on your lips before you finally sighed in resignation. Leona smirked as you held out your arms and muttered, “Fine, but I have a project due in two days for Trein’s class and I am not failing it because you wanted cuddles.”

“Yeah, yeah, come here.”

Finally.

i’ve become the villain’s lover!

summary: You have the worst luck in the entire world to be transmigrated into a novel as some faceless side character, where the most notorious villains in the story won’t leave you alone. (ft. Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus).

notes: 12k words, scenario, fluff, mentions of violence, reader gets injured once, heavily based on my love of cheesy isekai/reincarnation/villainess manhwa 

All of your problems started with the book your friend lent you.

You didn’t even want to read it at first, but you took the copy because she wouldn’t stop pestering you and spamming you with texts. The title—I’ve Become the Villain’s Lover!—was embossed gold, and the cover picture had seven beautiful men lounging around a woman with brown hair, the woman gazing wistfully into the distance. In short, it was so cheesy it sent chills down your back.

You really weren’t going to read it. But that summer night was hot and humid and you had nothing better to do than stare at the television and stir around your half-melted ice cream. So when you saw the book on the edge of the kitchen counter, you thought, why not? and opened it up.

If it was bad, you would stop after a few pages. But the television kept droning on as you read, and your forgotten ice cream was now melted slush in its bowl, and soon you were halfway through the story.

The premise itself was simple enough: the heroine, Hera Winn, was the treasured daughter of a down on his luck baron. He sent her to the city to make her debut, and after a series of mishaps, she ended up running into the crown prince, Malleus Draconia, who fell in love at first sight. However, the crown prince was feared by his subjects, and rumors swirled around about his fearsome power and his family. To make matters worse, six other men fall in love with Hera. The cherry on top? All seven men were notorious villains, feared by people far and wide for their cruelty.

You were still a few chapters away from the ending when your eyes started drooping; it was impossible to keep them open, even though you were dying to text your friend. It was deliciously bad, in an over-the-top and campy way, and you appreciated how self-indulgent the author was. Seriously, why would seven villains even fall for an ordinary person? It was way too contrived.

Whatever. You could call her tomorrow.

You closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, you found yourself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. Oh no. No way. This wasn’t what you thought it was, was it?

Conveniently, there was a hand mirror next to you, and when you stared into the frame, the face of a stranger stared back at you.

Your worst fears had come true. You’d transmigrated into I’ve Become the Villain’s Lover!

Shit. You were never going to read another book in your life.

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