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Twisted Wonderland Characters Signing Your Shirt

So when I was in primary school, on the very last day of term, the year 6 leavers would sign each other’s white school polo shirts with felt tips as a sort of parting gift before we all went our separate ways to secondary school. I thought it might be cool if the reader shared this tradition with her friends at NRC.

Warning: I write reader as female

I literally had no idea what to write for bat grandpa and Silver so I just didn’t write them. In return, I’ll add snippets of Trein, Crewel, Vargas and Sam

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Summary: After the events of ghost bride, Vil and Leona decide to continue their competition to determine who is the best suitor. They decide you, being new to the school, are the best option to try and romance.

Multi x GN Reader (Leona, Vil, Ace, Deuce, Floyd, Rook, Azul, Malleus)

“Yeah, whatever, you failed too. Doesn’t mean a thing. Any sane person would’ve chosen me over you,” Leona snarks.

“Prove it, then. Let’s choose someone else and we’ll be able to determine who the real winner is,” Vil replies, not bothering to look up from the compact he’s using to apply his makeup.

Leona’s ears perk a little at the idea, but he turns his nose up at it anyway. “Like who? Everyone at this school’s already stepping over each other to get a picture with you. Not exactly a fair competition, blondie.”

“Our dear prefect hasn’t been at the school long, and they’ve never known me as a celebrity since they’re from another world. It seems they would be the fairest way to continue our little competition,” Vil pauses, looking back over at Leona. “If that’s okay with you, your majesty.”

Leona rolls his eyes. “Old bride clearly had no taste. At least the prefect won’t have all these delusional biases about their ‘prince,’” he grumbles. “Fine, they’ll do.”

“Alright, then whoever can get them to accept an invitation to the upcoming semi-formal will be the winner.”

“Deal. Try not to feel too hurt by their rejection, it’s not as though you can compete with a real prince like myself.”

“I’m not worried, you hardly qualify as a prince, lazy second-son that you are. Unless you’re planning to actually try for once? Could it be you have another motivation for wooing the prefect?”

“As if I would go for a pathetic little herbivore like them. I’m in this to prove a point to you, that’s all,” Leona huffs. “You’re the one who suggested them. Projecting, are we?”

Vil smirks at his denial. “My, my, quite the tsundere little kitty you are. I have no reason to deny, I have become quite fond of them recently. Enough to stop you from becoming a perpetual nuisance in their life, at least.”

-

The next day, you sit at your usual lunch table with Ace, Deuce, and Grim, when a certain grumpy lion approaches you.

“Herbivores,” Leona says, narrowing his eyes at the sight of Grim devouring an entire leg of chicken. He turns his gaze to you. “Get up, prefect, I need to talk to you.”

“Kinda busy,” you mumble, mouth full of food.

“Why, hello prefect,” Vil greets, walking over from his table where Rook and Epel watch on. “Ah, let me get that for you.” He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, gently tilting your face when you look up at him and dabbing at the corner of your mouth. “Now you look perfect.” Vil looks up at Leona, saccharine smile ablaze. “Was this man bothering you?”

You ignore his strange behaviour and decide to just continue eating.

Leona glares at him, spotting the rose in Vil’s hand. “Aren’t you about to do the same thing, Schoenheit?”

Vil scoffs, glimpsing the small jewelry box Leona is subtly holding behind his back. “Hardly. I was simply checking in on my dear friend, who seemed distressed by your presence.”

Between Grim looking over at your food every two seconds and the bickering going on above your head, you decide to give in and let him have the rest of yours. “…I think I’m just going to leave.”

The two housewardens are too busy bickering to notice you making your escape, leaving them with the rest of your table.

“I never knew you felt so threatened by me. You really had to resort to sabotaging my attempts?”

“I was not! You just happened to be in the way of my own plans,” Vil dismisses.

Ace finally looks up from his lunch to address the situation. “What’s up with you, housewardens? Why are you hovering around the prefect like that?”

“Stick your nose out of this, freshman. It’s none of your business.”

Vil sighs. “If you must know, I wish to ask the prefect to attend the semi-formal as my date. I came to ask them.”

Ace looks back in forth in surprise between Vil and Leona. “You too, Leona? Huh, never figured you’d be interested in anyone but yourself.”

“Don’t lump me in with him. This is just a competition for me. Neither of us won when trying to charm the ghost, so now I’m going to take my victory over him.”

Ace relaxes a little at his words, turning to the other housewarden. “You’re doing this for a competition, Vil? I know Leona is shameless, but surely you’d never stoop to his level?”

“It’s not just for the competition. I do like the prefect, but now I have the chance to take them to the dance and to show Leona how much more charming I am than him.”

“I mean, I hate to rain on your guys parade but I think it’s a lost cause. The prefect definitely likes me. We’re best friends after all, so they’d probably choose me if I asked.” Ace says nonchalantly, earning him a glare from Deuce. “Not that I’m interested in them! Obviously, I don’t care. But, uh, if it’s a competition, of course I have to win.”

Deuce rolls his eyes: “You’re such an idiot. And wrong. I’m their best friend.”

“And where do you think you’re going?” Vil asks Leona when he starts to walk away.

“To nap. It’s exhausting dealing with you children. Try not to get in my way, next time,” Leona replies, not bothering to turn around as he saunters away.

-

The next time you’re approached by the housewardens is in the hallway after class. You jump in surprise when a hand reaches around your waist to pull you into an empty classroom. The long brown hair that tickles your face gives you a pretty good idea of who the culprit is.

“Prefect,” Leona greets casually , as if he didn’t just basically kidnap you with no explanation.

“What are you doing? Will you let go of me, please,” you sigh.

Leona loosens his grip and turns you around in his arms to face him. He brushes a hand over your cheek, tucking a stray piece of hair out of your face. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” he says, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it. He’s so close his breath brushes over your neck.” “For me to let go of you?”

“Leona?! I-”

Your response is interrupted by the sound of a bell and the noise of chatting students approaching the classroom you currently occupy. You and Leona fling apart, but there isn’t enough time for you to calm your flustered face before Floyd, just entering the room, is able to see it.

“Shrimpy! What are you doing in here with sea lion?” Floyd takes in your embarrassed expression. “You haven’t been doing anything naughty, have you? And without me?”

“Nothing happened, eel. Let’s go, prefect.”

“Now you’re trying to take shrimpy away after hogging them all to yourself?”

“Sorry, Floyd,” you appease, not wanting to get into another ridiculous situation, “but he’s right. I have a class to get to.”

“Class is boring. I’d much rather be playing with you, but suit yourself. I’ll just have to squeeze you sometime later!”

Leona trails behind you as you walk to your next class, demanding an explanation from him.

“So why did you try and seduce me?”

“Seduce? You’re so perverted. Have you forgotten I’m a prince? I was only trying to-”

His reasoning is interrupted by Crewel’s glare as you silently head into class and take your spot beside Ace, leaving Leona to get a talking to for making you late.

-

“Leona and Vil have both been acting so weird lately, and I don’t know why.”

You miss the side-eye Ace and Deuce give each other as they ‘uh huh’ your venting.

“So,” Ace says, leaning towards you a bit, “Have you heard of the upcoming dance?” He winces when Deuce kicks him from under the table. “It’s kinda stupid, but if you wanted to go-”

“Trappola! Quiet or you’ll have extra work to do after class.”

Crewel seemed to be saving you a lot today.

-

Later, you notice Vil ahead of you, walking by himself through the halls. He drops something on the ground, but walks away before you can call out to him. Picking up his dropped handkerchief, you rush after him, finding yourself in yet another dim, empty classroom.

“Vil?” you call. He turns around, and you hold his lost item out to him. “You dropped this.”

His eyes light up and he smiles when he sees what you’ve brought. “Oh! Thank you so much, dear.” He approaches you, suddenly dropping a kiss on your cheek, making your face heat up. He winks. “Just a little reward for your endless kindness.”

“Uh, it was nothing, really.”

“Nonsense!” Vil leans against the wall, filling your view. “In fact, let me repay you. Do you have some time now?”

Before you can respond, someone flickers the lights on, the brightness now revealing the room was less empty than you assumed. The sound of a violin fills your ears as you spot Rook in the corner of the room, playing beautifully. Epel stands in front of a small table, set with two plates and a vase of roses in the middle. He blushes a little when you spot him, giving you a gentle wave. Both of them wear suits. Epel approaches Vil to remove his school overcoat to put on a more traditional suit jacket.

Still lost in confusion, you let Vil guide you to your seat at the table. He sits down across from you, taking your hands into his. Epel brings out a slice of chocolate cake, setting it between you, before going to sit near Rook.

“Ah, I hope you don’t mind sharing, dear.” He winks again. “You know, I really would like to repay you for your act of kindness.”

“Did you just- have this all set up? In case you dropped something…? It’s really nothing, it took me literally two seconds to return.”

“So humble, it’s one of your many fantastic qualities. I am serious about treating you, though. You know the upcoming dance?” You nod, not liking where this is going. “How about I accompany-”

Before he can finish, the door flies open and Leona struts in. He, seemingly, is not fazed by this set up in the middle of an empty classroom.

He ignores Vil and the others completely, turning to you. “Prefect, we never finished our conversation from earlier,” he grumbles.

“You’re right. Sorry, Vil, but it would be rude to keep him waiting. I better just-”

“Please, I have something important to ask you. Just one moment of you time is all I ask.” Vil places him arm on your shoulder.

“They already made up their mind, Schoenheit. Back off, they wanna come with me.” Leona grabs hold of your hand, trying to tug you out of Vil’s grasp.

Vil does not give in, taking hold of your other hand. “Putting words into their mouth, Kingscholar? They were about to choose me.”

Stuck between the two of them, locked in a glaring contest, you try to pull your arms from both of them.

“Merveilleux!” Rook stops playing his violin, approaching the group of you. “To have two beautiful men trying to make you swoon, c’est le paradis!Would you like me to become a contender for your heart as well?” Rook sweeps his arms around you gently, before Leona pushes him off.

“Fuck off, I don’t need another one of you pomefiore brats swarming around them.”

Rook turns back to you. “He’s quite possessive, are you into that type of man, I wonder? I can be that type too~”

“I’ve gotta go,” you say, taking this chance to run out of the class.

-

You’re asked to sit in on a meeting with the teachers and housewardens, which Vil and Leona decide to use as their last opportunity to win once most of the others have left. Only you, Leona, Vil, and Azul remain, still packing up your things.

“Prefect? I apologize to bother you again, but if I could, I’d still love to ask you-”

Vil is, once again, interrupted before he can finish.

“Prefect,” Leona says, touching your cheek. You turn to face him just in time for him to pull out a jewelry box from his pocket, popping it open in front of you. “I-”

“What the hell? Are you actually proposing to me?!”

“What are you on about?” It’s only then that Leona seems to realize your confusion. “A ring, Ruggie?? I said get something nice, not a ring!”

Ruggie strolls in from around the corner, shrugging. “I’ve never even seen jewelry this expensive before. How would I know what you wanted me to get? I’ll take it if they don’t want it.” He pauses, suddenly remembering something. “Also, did you still want me to bring in the flowers? There’s four hundred roses just sitting in the other room.”

You turn back to Leona incredulously. “Why did you send Ruggie to- Forget it, why have you guys been acting so strange?”

“Leona and Vil made a bet on who could get you to agree to go as their date to the semi-formal. It seems their small, fragile egos were quite bruised from their rejection by the ghost bride,” Azul interjects, finally looking up from his book at the corner of the table.

Vil stares at him. “You truly have no loyalty nor shame.”

“Says you,” you quip.

“Yes, it’s quite pitiful. I heard rumours and used my resources to discover the truth. I thought you deserved to know, prefect.” Azul stands from his chair, approaching where you’re sitting to place a hand on your shoulder. “Now, if you still wanted to attend the event with someone who wasn’t planning on manipulating you into it, I would be happy to offer my services.”

Your narrowed eyes prompts Azul’s swift apology.

“Ah, I see now was not the correct time. I shall make my exit.” He leaves the room along with Ruggie, leaving you three alone.

“What is wrong with both of you? You didn’t learn your lesson with Eliza? It’s messed up to play with a person’s feelings like this, I’m not your little prop.”

“Prefect-” Vil starts, cutting himself off at the look you give him.

You give them each one last glare before walking out the door, barely hiding your laughter.

-

“You’re quite the actor, my dear,” Malleus says, slipping your hand into his own as the two of you walk towards Ramshackle.

“I know,” you laugh, “Did you see their faces? I think that’s the first time in his life Leona’s ever looked guilty. His tail was definitely between his legs.”

“Yes, it was rather unbecoming of him,” Malleus chuckles, before stopping his stride. “Although, you could have simply let them know you already belong to another.”

“True, but it shouldn’t really matter. It’s not as though they’re actually interested. They clearly just think of me as some kind of prize to win in an ego competition. Plus, it’ll certainly make a scene when we walk in to the dance together, won’t it?”

Malleus sighs, pulling you into his arms to drop a kiss on your head, before continuing to walk you home. “You are far too naive, my love. Not to worry, you have me to protect you from those beasts.”

Part 2 to this post (ghost bride competition)

Summary: After the two of you walk in to the semi-formal together, you and Malleus are subject to many stares. While Vil wishes to apologize to you, Malleus decides to have a talk with Leona about the prince’s feelings for you.

Malleus x GN Reader, One-sided Vil and Leona x Reader

You raise a glass to your lips, taking a sip of the suspicious concoction that was supposed to pass as ‘juice’. The semi-formal had been a bit more dull than you thought. Although he tried, Malleus was not one for large social gatherings of this nature, so he preferred to stay at your table, despite Lilia’s encouragements for him to take up a place on the dance floor.

Ace and Deuce remained elusive, running off after only a couple minutes of chatting with you at the beginning, muttering something about helping the committees set up. You wondered if they were hurt you had hidden your relationship with Malleus from them; you hadn’t ever meant to trick them, there was just never a good time. Since they ditched you, there wasn’t much to do but sit at the table, considering most of the students kept a wide breadth from you since you walked in with Malleus.

Even Leona, who would normally chat with you (or rather, tolerate your presence and let you speak to him) had kept a distance from you. You tried to wave at him across the room at one point, but he had only huffed and looked away. Vil hadn’t made such an obvious expression of his feelings toward you tonight, but he kept his smile tight and polite when he greeted you, eyeing Malleus at your side.

You started to reconsider how you had handled things. Was Malleus right? Had they really…been serious about asking you out as their date? It was hard to imagine. Sure, you and Vil had gotten closer after the VDC, but you had assumed he only thought of you as a friend. He also had no lack of options to choose from. With his beauty, fame, and charisma, you know he could have anyone he wanted. Although you were fairly confident in your own appearance, you knew that you must not compare to the other models he brushes shoulders with on a regular basis.

And Leona. The prince hadn’t ever bothered acknowledging that the two of you were friends, let alone any further interest. You knew he didn’t hate you because he wouldn’t immediately tell you to go away when you tried to talk to him, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t an uphill battle. You had been the one to put in all the effort in your friendship, not him. If he’s been interested in you, he is certainly terrible at showing it. You’d sooner believe that he did truly despise you before ever coming to the conclusion that he liked you. It hurt a little to think that perhaps he thought that lowly of you; that he would rather drive you away and forget about his little crush than ever try and let you in.

You can admit to yourself that there was a time when you first met Leona, long before you even formed any kind of friendship with Malleus, that you had a small crush on him. He was a gorgeous prince who had the skills to back up his name. Sure, his attitude was off-putting, but you still naively believed back then that if you were to get closer to him, that he might treat you differently than he did anyone else.

The time that you had longed to be with Leona had long past. You were happy with Malleus and that would not change, no matter who showed interest in you now. You loved him and he loved you; he had shown you what it was to be cared for and not to be left wanting. Still, the sting that Leona truly would not let anyone close to him remained. You had no desire to earn his love, only his friendship, but even that eluded you.

Your gaze drifts from Leona across the room to Malleus seated beside you as he places his hand on yours. “Are you doing alright, my dear?”

“Yeah. Do you think Leona’s okay?”

He smiles at you gently, but his expression is tainted with something other than happiness. “You are always so worried for others, I wonder if you take any time to care for yourself.”

You turn to face him fully, moving your face closer to his until your foreheads touch. His smile comes a bit more naturally this time. “I think you already do a great job at taking care of me. Better than I could do myself.”

You plant a light and cheeky peck on his lips, before pulling away. Before you can get too far, Malleus pulls you into a hug. His grip is tight, but not uncomfortable. He’s always gentle with you, watching his strength. You wrap your arms around his back, squeezing him tight in return. You can feel the words he can’t say in his touch.

“I love you,” he murmurs quietly into your ear.

“I love you too,” you reply.

After you pull apart, a few minutes of gentle conversation passes before Malleus is pulled into a conversation with Lilia and Silver over something Diasomnia related. You’re too restless to keep track of the conversation, so you watch the dance floor, staring at all the people chatting with their friends or dancing together. You snap out of your thoughts when a certain blond begins heading in your direction.

Vil approaches your table. Malleus’ conversation ends as he nears. “Hello, Malleus. Lilia.” He turns to you, “Prefect, may I ask you for a dance?”

You meet his purple eyes. He looks beautiful tonight, makeup striking and a dashing suit to accompany his charming looks. You make eye contact with Malleus, and he nods, letting you know that it’s your choice.

“Okay.” Your reply seems to let Vil relax a little, the tension in his shoulders releasing as you stand up.

“I’ll be back soon, Mal.” You plant a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek, in case he has any doubts about your overwhelming love for him. The display is a bit embarrassing in front of Vil, but he isn’t your priority at the moment.

Finally, the two of you make your way to the dance floor.

-

While you’re away dancing with Vil, Malleus finds Leona, still sulking in the corner and watching the two of you.

“Still upset over the prefect, Kingscholar?”

“Fuck off, lizard. It was just a stupid competition with a dumb little herbivore.”

“Watch yourself. You are speaking to their boyfriend, after all. And I like to believe we understand each other better than that. I know you liked them.”

“So what? You here to scare me away?” Leona glares at him.

“No, I only wish to talk,” Malleus replies calmly.

“Why?”

“The two of us are more similar than we often care to admit.”

“Us both being princes doesn’t make us ‘similar,’ Draconia.”

“Deny it if you wish, but our affection for the prefect is not the only thing we share.”

Leona rolls his eyes. “Get to your point.”

“I want to make my beloved happy. For that to happen, I wish for you to be their friend.”

“Their friend?” Leona furrows his brows in confusion. “You still want me around them?…And if I say I won’t just give them up to you?”

Malleus matches his sharp gaze, unbothered. “They do not belong to anybody but themself. You’d do well to remember that, Leona. There’s no need for me to threaten you because I have full trust in them. But I know that they will miss you, if you begin to pull away. The distance you keep…I will give you a fair warning. The prefect wishes to have you as a friend, but do not test their boundaries.”

“Whatever.” Leona’s eyes fix on you and Vil, swaying together.

“It seems Schoenheit has made his choice,” Malleus remarks, eyes following the direction of Leona’s gaze. “I ask you to remain their friend, in spite of what I may desire, because my greatest wish is to see them happy. Do it for them or do it for yourself, it does not matter to me.”

Leona sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. He looks up at Malleus and finally gives a small nod. “The two of you are more trouble than you’re worth,” he says, but his words hold no bite or harsh edge to them.

The corner of Malleus’ lips twitch up in a smile.

-

“I am sorry, you know,” Vil says. His arms hang loosely around your back, as though he is afraid to touch you. The two of you sway together, but the distance between you makes the movement a bit awkward.

“I know,” you say. Your hands touch his shoulders as you dance, but it’s hard to want to get too much closer.

“I messed up.”

“I know.”

He manages to keep his face from giving away too much of what he’s thinking. You don’t want to come out and ask him; he’s the one who asked you to dance.

“I liked you- like you. Of course, I’m loathe to admit it now. I have more than enough decency to not try and get with someone taken.” He looks down at you, taking your hand off his shoulder and holding it in his own as the pace of the music begins to change. He pulls you into a sweeping dance, keeping one hand on your back. “But you had to know. I would never have intentionally tried to make light of your feelings. Never.”

“I believe you. But that doesn’t change my feelings for Malleus.”

“I know. I would never ask you to. I only asked you to dance so I could apologize, not ask for anything more than the chance to do so. Also, to warn you that being with Malleus will probably not end Rook’s pursuits. In fact, I fear he may wish to court both of you, now.”

You look over at Vil’s table and spot Rook and Epel watching the two of you. Rook gives a small wave, not shying away when he notices your gaze. You shudder. “Duly noted. I just don’t understand…why did you not saying anything before? You never even hinted that you liked me as more than a friend.”

“I thought I was being obvious. Kissing your cheek, lending you my makeup…”

“Oh. I kinda thought you did that with everyone…But still, why me? You know anyone at the school would’ve accepted an invitation to attend as your date.”

Vil sighs gently, smiling in spite of himself when he looks down at you. “I mean this in the kindest way possible, but are you truly that dull? Your boyfriend is Malleus Draconia, and yet you wonder if you are anything special. Of course you are.”

Your face heats a bit under his gaze. “Ugh, don’t say embarrassing things like that. I’m nothing compared to you guys.”

You wince when Vil flicks your forehead gently, looking up at him in annoyance. “It seems we’ll have to work on your confidence issues. You can’t rule Briar Valley alongside Malleus with that attitude.” Vil winks at you. “Now run along to your prince.” He catches your wrist as you turn to head back to your table. “And if Draconia does anything to hurt you, I best be the first to know. I may not be as strong as he is, but I won’t stand for the mistreatment of my friend.”

You smile at Vil, genuine this time. “Thanks, but you know Malleus would never.”

Vil doesn’t reply, only watching in silence as you walk back.

SUMMARY: What to do if a certain cat won't get off your lap!

WARNINGS: Slightly ooc maybe? Not sure

COMMENTS: I accidentally procrastinated this so hard, it's Leona's birthday now. Whoops ;n;. this was so hard to write man. I have a personal vendetta against Leona for the way he treated Ruggie in book 2, so I dunno much about him. I hope I did him justice for you guys!!

You were stuck between a rock and a hard place.

On the one hand, you were thoroughly enjoying being Leona's lap pillow. You'd had a small crush on the Savannaclaw dorm leader for a long time, but being so close to him was still enough to give you butterflies.

On the other hand, your exams were right around the corner, and your next class was in five minutes. You might be able to make it on time if he got off you now.

Doesn't look like he was planning on it, though.

You racked your brains for an idea on a way to get out of this situation and make it so Leona doesn't think you hate him.

A lightbulb went off in your brain. Quickly and quietly pulling out your phone, you sent a certain Hyena a text. After promising him a box of doughnuts for his assistance, all you had to do was wait.

"Leona!!"

There it was.

Ruggie marched up to the two of you as Leona groaned.

"Oh great, he's here." Leona grumbled and tried to turn away from Ruggie.

"Oi, don't you try to turn away from me." Ruggie crossed his arms and donned a thoroughly unamused expression. "You promised you wouldn't be late to class this week!"

"Yeah, well something came up." He slowly started to get off your lap, rubbing his eyes sleepily, then fixed Ruggie with a glare. "I'm gonna be late today."

"Oh no ya don't." Ruggie grabbed Leona under the arms and dragged him off you. "Exams are right around the corner. Prefect's gotta get to class too, right Prefect?" He winked at you.

You feigned surprise. "Oh, shoot. Is that the time already?" You glanced at your phone. "Thanks for the reminder, Ruggie! Gotta go, bye!" Grabbing your bag, you sprinted off towards your class.

Leona grumbled, watching you run off. "Ruggie, you owe me."

"What, you want me to graduate before you? Shishishishi."

"I'll pay you if you leave me alone next time."

"Done." Ruggie grinned. The Prefect's gonna owe me so much for this.

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

Hello! Mind if I send in a request? How about some headcanons for the reader making cute little plushies for the overblot squad?

SUMMARY: You decide to make plushies for the overblot squad. How do they react?

WARNINGS: None that I am aware of!

COMMENTS: ANON I want you to know that this prompt randomly smacked me over the head at like 10 pm a couple nights ago and I have not been able to get it out since even though I haven’t been able to write until now. I hope you enjoy it!!

Part two - Prefect making the plushies clothes and accessories - can be found here. Part three - their reactions when the plushies are stolen - can be found here.

Riddle absolutely loves it, please don’t mistake his silence for displeasure. He thinks it is skilfully made and quite adorable, really! He’s just… a little concerned. Does making a plush toy of the Queen herself count as sacrilege…? He’s racking his brains for any rule or law that would prohibit this adorable little toy’s existence, yet none come to mind. Does that mean he gets to keep it…? He really hopes so.

After a few days of diligent research into the matter, he determines that keeping such a cute thing is not against the law, and is overjoyed to find that he gets to keep it. After some deliberation, he decides to leave it on his desk - out of view from Cater, who would almost certainly want to take some “cammable pics” for Magicam. This way, the toy can sit on his desk and remind him of his studies… and also of you. Almost every time he sits down, he finds his eyes wandering to it and can’t help but smile.

Heh, this is kinda cute. He doesn’t mind the plushy at first - it’s cute, but he finds the expression on your face as you give it to him much cuter. Of course he’ll keep it - it’s soft and squishy enough to be a pillow, so he’s eager to try it. Especially if it means skipping class.

As he attempts to fall asleep next to said plushy, however, he realises something - the plushy smells like you. He’s a beastman, with a heightened sense of smell. Even if the plushy doesn’t smell at all, it still smells of you. As a result of this realisation, the plushy now lives on his bed. He begins to find it frustrating to sleep without it, although he’d never be caught dead sleeping in the grounds with it. You’ll just have to replace it then instead.

(Ruggie has so many blackmail photos of Leona sleeping with the toy prepared just in case)

Prefect, this is magnificent! Imagine the money you could make off of these! Hm? What do you mean they aren’t for sale-? It’s just for him…? Oh. Give him a moment, his brain just crashed. He doesn’t quite know how to respond. He loves it, and he loves you even more, but that doesn’t mean his brain is capable of forming a response, especially when you give him a big smile. Give the poor guy a minute.

He leaves it on his bed. This man definitely cuddles it while he sleeps. He gets easily distressed when it isn’t there. After a rough day at work or school, he’ll talk quietly to the plush until he feels better. If worse comes to worst, he’ll hug the toy and cry as he needs to. He loves it so much. It’s almost a new friend to him - something he finds great comfort in.

(The Tweels are no longer allowed in his room. When they inevitably come in anyway, he swears them to secrecy.)

Is that the Sorcerer of the Sands… as a plushy? For him? Thank you, Prefect. Jamil doesn’t have a whole lot of plushies - he never particularly saw the point. But he’s absolutely charmed by this one — and by you. And the fact that it’s the Sorcerer of the Sands? You definitely knew him well. He’s smiling and shaking his head as he takes the plushy. You’re so cute, it’s so endearing.

At first, Jamil isn’t quite sure what to do with it. He can’t quite sleep if it’s on his bed - it reminds him of you too strongly - so he settles with leaving it on his desk. Occasionally, in his rare free time, he’ll sit at his desk and play with it, like a grown adult finding a lost but treasured toy again. It always reminds him of you. When life calls him back, he’ll set the plushy aside for now and get to work. It will be waiting for him.

Just like you, he hopes.

Prefect! He didn’t know you could sew. It looks amazing! It’s for him? You’re very sweet, he’s very in love. He loves the plush toy so much, no matter if it has any imperfections. It was made by you, of someone he looks up to, for him. He hates to sound like Rook, but to him, that makes it the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He’s so proud of you. Vil is taking that plush EVERYWHERE. It’s always in his bag no matter where he’s going. Anytime someone questions it, he shuts them down immediately. No one will dare slander something that his beloved made for him. In fact, he uses every opportunity to sneak the plush into photos for Magicam. Whether he’s holding it, it’s nearby or in the background, it’s always there. People start looking for it in all of his pictures.

If you’re okay with the plush being online, that is.

If you’d rather it stay private, he’d kiss your forehead or hand and tell you he understands. The plush toy then stays in his room, on his vanity table. Looking at it makes him feel like a teenage schoolgirl. He supposes it’s alright to indulge in such silliness occasionally, hm?

Wow, you made him a marketable plushy? Of one of the Great Seven? He wasn’t expecting you to have such a normie hobby. Oh, but that’s not a bad thing. He’s extremely grateful, but extremely awkward - does this mean he has to get you something now? What kinda thing would you like? Ah, wait, was that not the appropriate thing to say? Ortho’s giving him the “shut up and be polite” look.

Please don’t be offended if it seems like he doesn’t like it when he receives it. He actually really, really does. He decides to make it his new “gaming buddy”, making him a little custom headset and fake controller and sitting it next to him while he games. He’s stunned to silence when the lil guy’s presence improves his gacha rolls by, like, a LOT. He was already taking pretty good care of it, but now he’s being WAY more careful with it.

Occasionally, Ortho will catch him talking to it. Idia genuinely loves the plushy - and you - a lot. Even if Idia doesn’t quite know how to show it, Ortho does - by recording Idia’s conversations with the toy and showing them to you. Idia is mortified.

Oh? My child of man made me this… adorable plushy? My, how generous of you. He’s absolutely in love. If you thought he was attached to his tamagotchi, just wait and see. Malleus is NEVER letting the plushy leave his presence. Lilia had to take it away to clean it once and it stormed for a week. He loves it so much - and you so much more.

He absolutely treats the plushy as a human, and asks the others to do the same. Occasionally, he (or rather, Lilia using his phone to assist him) will send you a photo of him and the plushy doing something together, such as having a tea party or a picnic. Almost always with the caption, “Dear Prefect, would you care to join us? Kind regards, Malleus.”

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Hello how have u been I was wondering if I can request a slightly part 2 of the reader making the overblot squad cute little plushies so wha if the reader makes the plushies clothing and accessories like for vil’s plushie little fake makeup and same clothing he has sorry if my English is bad I’m still learning

SUMMARY: You decide to make the Overblot Squad’s plushies clothes! How do they react?

WARNINGS: None that I am aware of!

COMMENTS: Oh my GOSH this is such a cute idea!! And no worries Anon, your English is just fine :D I hope you enjoy it!!

Part one - Prefect making the Overblot Squad plushies of their respective Seven member - can be found here. Part three - their reactions when the plushies are stolen - can be found here.

You made his plushie some… clothes? He didn’t even know you could remove her current ones! He would never think to try something so scandalous on his own! Especially not with a plushy of the Queen of Hearts!! Ah, wait- he meant no disrespect! He just meant that he wouldn’t- uh… He’s just gonna stop talking now.

You have to show him how to change his plushy’s clothes – he refuses to figure it out on his own in case someone walks in – but once you show him it’s not like that, he’s more comfortable with it. He doesn’t change things around a lot – maybe whenever you make him a new one. He keeps them all safely in a box under his bed. Occasionally, he’ll take them out just to look at. Seeing them always makes him smile.

You decided to make the powerful, feared and mighty King of Beasts… a hat? And slippers? Hah, you got guts, Prefect. He’s gotta say, he respects it. Alright, he’ll indulge you. He’s slightly surprised at how small yet detailed the accessories are. There’s something slightly endearing about such small clothes… maybe that’s one of the reasons why people like children? Tch. He can’t relate.

Nonetheless, it’s amusing to him what kind of accessories you think of. He’s also not the type to change up the doll’s outfit a whole lot, but he’ll stash them all around his room. Much like the toy, they all smell of you. It’s starting to annoy the other Beastmen. Ruggie’s strongly considering having an intervention.

Prefect… these are adorable! Are you sure you don’t want to sell these? Ah, r-right. Please forgive him for forgetting they were for-... for his eyes only. Please stop looking at him and let him regain his composure. He absolutely loves them! He hopes you know how much of a friend the doll has become to him. He’s starting to tear up, you’re so kind. Give him a minute.

Azul has designated different clothes for different purposes. Before bed, he puts his doll in her pajamas. When he wakes up, he selects her outfit for the day and changes her into it. He does this almost ritualistically every day. Floyd and Jade have teased him for it, but surprisingly, Azul doesn’t seem to mind.

Oh? You made his Sorcerer of the Sands doll some different outfits? Pft– that’s so cute. He didn’t mean to laugh at you – he’s delighted, really! He just… can’t believe that you’d spend precious free time doing something like that. Hey, come on, he’s not judging you or anything, but free time is precious, right? You should spend it more on doing what you want to do. Still, though, he loves the clothes - and finds your cute little pout adorable. 

He definitely keeps them with the doll. Whenever you make him new ones, he’ll pick up the doll and change the outfit. Otherwise, he’ll only change them a couple times every so often. This has given him an idea though. Maybe you’d like a doll too? Then you could match. Although, Ramshackle dorm doesn’t really have a mascot… maybe he could make you a ghost? Or a plushie of Grim? 

(Didn’t he say that spending ‘precious free time’ doing something like ‘that’ was wasted? Point it out to him and he’ll get flustered and walk off in a huff. He will return with a plush and an apology for you two days later. He enjoyed making it a lot.)

You made his doll clothes?! He’s trying not to squeal like a teenage girl. He didn’t know that his doll could change clothes!! Oh, prefect, he loves you so much. He’s going to ask you to make so many clothes, you better be prepared for what you’re getting into!

He, like Azul, changes the clothes all the time and will often just sit down for like an hour and change the doll into perfect outfits. As you could probably guess, Vil LOVES using the doll to try out new looks. Whenever he’s designing an outfit or a piece of clothing, he always asks you to make a small version for him to try out on the doll. This helps him to be able to practise styling them and getting an idea of how the finished piece would look. 

His favourite kind of outfit to ask for, however, is anything that reminds you of fashion from your homeworld.

You made his marketable plushie some marketable clothes?? Oh my gosh. That’s adorable. It’s so small! Looks like those itty bitty cutey kitty clothes– AH– ahem. you didn’t hear that. He definitely wasn’t just having a total fanboy moment. no siree… do you think you could make him an outfit from his favourite anime? that’d be cool, he guesses.

He’s DEFINITELY gonna make the little guy cosplay his favourite characters. Maybe that’d improve his gacha roles even more? Oh he is 100% down to help too. Any clothes that require metallic details he is WELDING that stuff together. It’s so cute how invested he gets in this. Ortho loves seeing his brother get so passionate about this too!

Malleus is DELIGHTED. He was not aware that his little friend could change outfits! How adorable! He loves you so much! He is this close to buying an actual, fully sized wardrobe just for them! …But Lilia talks him out of it. Actual, fully sized wardrobes take up a surprising amount of room. So, he ends up getting two, miniature wardrobes. Which fills about the same space. Lilia’s not sure his advice really worked.

Malleus will now dress up his dolls for tea parties, picnics, or whatever outings they decide to go on. He is constantly surprised and delighted by whatever you make him, although he’s not very good at suggesting ideas. One of the few ideas he came up with was fashionable about a hundred years ago and was a very complicated piece of clothing. However, when he received the outfit, he took great measure to ensure that no harm would ever come to it. 

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Hello there! I came across your blog and enjoyed reading your post about the Overblot Squad Plushie Parts. I was wondering if you would consider writing a Part 3 where the Squad discovers that their plushies have been stolen. It turns out that the culprits are their Vice Dorm Wardens - either Kalim (since Jamil is Vice Dorm Warden) or Ace (since Trey wouldn't do that). I'm curious to know how the Overblot Boys would react to this situation. Have a pleasant day/night!

SUMMARY: Someone took the Overblot Squad’s plushies! How do they react?

WARNINGS: T*cked in Riddle’s section, sorry if Malleus’ wasn’t that good, writing his was really tricky.

COMMENTS: Hehehehe as soon as I read this my immediate reaction was “oh they’re screwed.” 

Part one - Prefect making the Overblot Squad plushies of their respective Seven member - can be found here. Part two - Prefect making the plushies clothes and accessories - can be found here.

He. Is. Ticked. ALL of Heartslabyul is on lockdown until he finds whichever culprit was bold enough to steal something from him! And stealing something that his beloved made from him? Heads are going to roll.

Riddle literally stops people from leaving Heartslabyul and searches every room himself. He, unsurprisingly, finds plenty of contraband, but doesn’t find his beloved plushy anywhere. He’s almost in tears. He really doesn’t want to tell you he lost it, but all hope seems to be lost-

That is, until Ace hands back the plushy with a sheepish apology. He explains that he had to drop something off in Riddle’s room and accidentally knocked the toy into the trash can. He stole it to clean it and was gonna sneak it back. He didn’t think Riddle would notice that quickly!

Ace still loses his head, but only for a week instead of a month, since he had good intentions. Riddle remains snippy at Ace for months afterwards, though.

Walking into his room, Leona realises that something is wrong. You - or at least, the plush you made for him - is missing. He spends around an hour searching his room for it and ends up being extremely irritated when all traces of it are gone. He doesn’t want to admit to his dorm members that he actually misses it, so he tries to sleep without it for a couple of days.

This makes him even more irritated.

Eventually, he wears himself down enough to ask Ruggie what had happened to it. Ruggie groans and explains that the smell of you coming from the plush and accessories was waaay too much for any normal beastman, and that he (along with other Savannaclaw members) had gotten fed up with it and hidden them.

Leona offers Ruggie 2,000 thaumarks to return them. Ruggie doesn’t think twice. 

Azul is sobbing ALL DAY. He is INCONSOLABLE. Octavinelle is getting embarrassed at the fact that their dorm leader - the best and brightest among them - is an uncontrollable mess over the fact that his toy is missing. But what can he do? That’s his best friend, gone! He’s looked everywhere and he can’t find it! What will his Angelfish say? He can’t bear to imagine the look on your face when he tells you he lost it!

He literally pays people to help him find the toy, yet no matter how much money he throws at them and no matter how hard they look, it’s just gone. It’s almost like someone stole it… no, he can’t think like that. If someone really did steal it, he’d probably never get it back! He just wants to hide in an octopus pot.

The Tweels are torn between thinking it’s hilarious and wanting Azul to shut up already. Eventually, Jade returns the plush, explaining that he thought it was fascinating and wanted to study it closer, yet didn’t think Azul would agree. (He also wanted to see Azul’s reaction to his favourite plushy being missing.) Azul is in TEARS of RELIEF and hugging that plushy. He refuses to let it out of his sight anymore. It will go with him (almost) everywhere. Floyd thinks the whole situation is hilarious and will NOT stop teasing him about it.

Jamil at first doesn’t seem like he’s phased. However, those who know him notice the ticks; the muscles in his face twitching with annoyance whenever he’s asked to do anything and the sarcastic comments he often thinks and not says become mutters under his breath instead. He becomes a lot more aggressive in his tasks - forgoing the typical, painstaking care he usually takes for finishing his tasks quickly and shutting everyone out.

He remains this way for several days. People start to get vibes from him and avoid him, which annoys him even more. He just can’t get it out of his head. Why is he so annoyed? Is it because every time he thinks of the missing doll, he thinks of you, upset at him for losing it (whether you actually are or not)? …maybe. He won’t let himself admit it either way. 

A couple of days later, Jamil finds the doll - sitting on Kalim’s bed. He’s immediately interrogating Kalim. Kalim happily explains that in trying to help out Jamil, he decided to try and help clean his room. He knows that the doll means a lot to Jamil, so he wanted to get it cleaned for him! Jamil appreciates it but he’s also this close to losing his temper. Please, just, next time, tell him first, okay? sheesh.

Vil is going to lose his mind. His doll has gone missing. He cannot find it anywhere. He’s already torn apart his room at least three times and called every single studio he’s done a photoshoot in or acted for in the past two months, asking if anyone had seen it. Yet no traces have been found. He has a headache. 

On top of that, Rook has been acting particularly frustrating recently - constantly checking up on his mood and popping out of the most random places. It’s almost as though the universe has coordinated this on purpose.

Wait.

Upon confronting Rook, Vil finds out that his theory was correct; Rook did in fact steal the plush. Apparently, he’d “wanted to see the beauty of Vil’s yearning for the precious thing his beloved made for him,” and so he’d hidden it for a while. Vil’s this close to shaking him by the shoulders, but at least he’s got the plush back.

Pookie? Pookie is missing! Uh oh, that ain’t good. He’s gotta find him, quick. The gacha banners are about to change and he already pre-farmed the mats needed for the character he wants. How’s he supposed to hit those 0.6% odds while without the Little Guy?

He’s tearing apart his room, trying to find the skrunkly before server reset. There’s no way he would’ve taken the toy outside to touch grass, right??? So it’s gotta be in here. Except it’s nowhere to be found. 

He’s about to give in to some totally cringe behaviour - going and looking for it outside - when Ortho shows up, holding the marketable plushie. Idia is snatching it from Ortho and spinning it around the room before flopping on his bed, before realising how cringe he just was. At least he can do his gacha rolls now?

(Ortho’s really confused. He just took it to wash. Did he do something wrong-? Oh well, as long as his brother’s happy now)

As soon as Malleus discovers the plush toy is missing, the rain starts. As he continues to look and ask around for it and doesn’t find it, the rain gets worse. Eventually, NRC has a full-blown hurricane on its hands. 

The weather stays like this for a good two days. Classes have been cancelled as asking students to walk across campus in that much of a downpour would lead to a school-wide riot. And Malleus is still sulking in the corner about his missing plushie.

That is, until a sheepish Lilia surprises Malleus with the plush. He explains that it must’ve fallen in with the laundry and gone through the wash. Since the weather has been so erratic lately, it had to go through the dryer too rather than be dried by the sun, which is why no one noticed where it was for so long.

The rain instantly clears. Malleus hugs his plush and decides to take her to visit you. All is right in the world again. 

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This is my first time requesting here, so...

Hi! Mind if I send in a request? Hear me out: the track club bois, the basketball club bois and the spelldrive club bois getting a kiss on the cheek from the reader after a successful game/track meet

A KISS FOR THE VICTOR

SUMMARY: After a successful club meet, you give them a kiss on the cheek! How do they react?

WARNINGS: Some of these may be out of character (I’m sorry I still have no clue how to write Jack, Leona and Floyd)

COMMENTS: Hi! Sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this request, there were a lot of boys hehe! I hope you don’t mind but since there are a lot I did shorter headcanons instead of a full thing for each boy. Also, since I have no experience writing kisses yet, I just did their reactions. I hope that’s okay! This is such a cute prompt though, thank you so much for requesting it!!

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TRACK CLUB

Jack froze, his eyes going wide. He coughed into his fist and looked away, desperately trying to regain his composure. A herculean feat, considering how adorable you looked gazing up at him like that. He smiles at you hesitantly - a small, wavering smile, before his cheeks go pink and he turns away to talk to his teammates. Although it seems he does not care, a keen eye will notice how his ears won’t stop twitching and his tail keeps wagging. 

Poor boy stopped responding immediately. He tripped on the sidewalk and almost fell over, he got so flustered. He can’t concentrate on anything now. He’s really sorry, he’s trying his best to listen to what you have to say, but his mind is replaying that kiss over and over… He can’t look you in the eye for the next few days. The moment he gets to crash in his room, he calls his mum. He briefly talked about his match, but mostly talked about you. How does he talk to you again after that?? He might be a little awkward over the next couple of days, but know that you’re constantly on his mind and in his heart.

BASKETBALL CLUB

Oh? You’re gonna give him a kiss? Well tough luck, he expects one every match from now on! So what if he doesn’t win? He wants one anyway! That’s how you can cheer him up after a match from now on!  But in the moment, he’s picking you up and spinning you around. His face is very red - whether from the exercise or from you, it’s hard to tell, but the bright red ears are a dead giveaway. He’s not gonna forget what you did, and loves to remind you - in the hopes that you’ll do it again.

Time stops for him and he stares at you, dumbfounded. His face heats up and boy does he wish he had his hood right now. He can’t talk to you or face you for the next hour as he struggles to figure out what to say. He does however feel really smug. Everyone in the match did super well, but he was the only one who got a kiss! From you! Ha! …wait. He was the only one who got a kiss. From you. He’s confused and flustered all over again. Please confess to him before he goes insane.

Ehhh~? Shrimpy’s giving him a kiss? Only one on the cheek? Screw that, he’s gonna give you an actual kiss! And a squeeze to boot. The moment you give him a kiss he registers that kisses are okay in whatever relationship you and he have and boy is he gonna abuse that. What are the two of you? He doesn’t care as long as you don’t, but if he makes you uncomfortable then he wants to know. Like Ace, he’s going to be expecting one for every match now, but if you don’t give him a kiss for some reason that won’t stop him giving you one~!

SPELLDRIVE CLUB

You thought Ace was bad? Leona’s gonna be so much worse. He doesn’t tease you quite as much, but he’s going to be incredibly smug, both after the track meeting and for the next couple of weeks after. Please be prepared for suddenly more Leona in your life, as the moment you press a kiss to his cheek he’s going to take that as a rite of passage to be almost constantly around you. He will encourage you to ditch class with him as much as possible. He just wants to spend more time with you now, and after that kiss, surely that means you want that too, right?

Ruggie nervously laughs it off, his cheeks going bright pink as he fumbles for something to say. He honestly, genuinely wasn’t expecting it - you managed to catch him so off guard that he doesn’t quite know how to act. Ah, but he’s not upset! He’s exactly the opposite of that, if anything. Elated, maybe? Who cares, his crush just kissed him! He is going to be bragging so hard to Leona and anyone who’ll listen afterwards. Maybe he’ll start giving you a couple more snacks - with a kiss as payment of course! Shishishi.

LET’S FREAKING GOOO. wait. Did you just kiss me-? Epel was in such a good mood after his match that his brain didn’t fully register that you just kissed him. He takes a break from celebrating for a moment to double check. When you confirm that yes, in fact, you did kiss him, his cheeks go apple red and he starts celebrating way harder. Calm down? He can’t calm down, this is the best day of his life! He won a match and got a kiss from a cutie to boot! The only thing that makes him calm down a little is Vil threatening to smack him with his shoe.

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Mc/Yuu that when given genuine affection from their friends such as a small gift or just being told that they enjoy being around them, they just get really quiet and look at their friend with shock and disbelief, tearing up a little bit and just going "...oh..." in a real small voice.

Bonus points if they're not usually emotional like this.

It would be fun if it was the overblot gang since they just got some gifts themselves, or maybe ADeuce duo...idk man, I just want some wholesome friendship, I feel like there aren't enough fics like that in this fandom-

WARNINGS: Can be read as platonic or romantic, some of these might be longer/shorter than others, all of them care about you but (almost) all of them are bad with Emotions. also there are slight references to book 6 in Idia’s section if you squint

COMMENTS: AWH this is such a cute idea! And yes, there should definitely be more wholesome, platonic fics! Also, sorry these are short D:

Wait, crap, you’re tearing up? He just got you a present- are you okay?? He’s low key worried about you, unsure if this is just you being extremely excited about his (amazing) gift or if there’s something else going on. Either way, he’s quick to figure it out and reassure you as best he can. He’s torn between feeling bad about making you cry and being happy you liked his present so much. Either way, he pulls you into a hug and rubs patterns into your back until you feel better.

You’re crying?! Ohhhh crap oh crap oh crap- he doesn’t know what to do! Was his present that bad-? Once you reassure him and tell him you love it, he relaxes a little bit but is still clearly distressed. He isn’t very good at figuring out why you’re reacting this way, but his genuine care for you shines through and helps you feel a little more comfortable in his own way.

Wh-what?? Did he do something wrong-? He did a bunch of research, so he had assumed that this gift would be something you’d appreciate, not tear up over! Riddle is. Confused. And scared. He’s new to this whole “having friends” thing, and he thinks very highly of you, so the thought of messing up is pretty scary. He’s at quite a loss of what to do. When you reassure him and tell him you’re okay, he’s very relieved. He makes a note of how much you appreciated the gift and is determined to do more for you. If he has to get used to having friends, he wants you to get used to receiving the affection you deserve, too.

Awh, come on. You’re seriously tearing up over this? He ruffles your hair affectionately, giving you space to process your emotions while staying nearby. He doesn’t quite get what all the fuss is about - all he knows is he got you something and then you “exploded into tears” (you did not, he’s exaggerating). He sits with you until you feel better and tries to think of ways he could give you stuff without you “freaking out” like this. Maybe some money left in your pockets would be a good idea…

As soon as you tear up, he wants to go hide in his octo-pot. He knew it, it was a stupid idea. He should’ve gone with the other present idea, maybe then you’d be less disappointed. If you even still want to be friends with him after this. The moment you explain that you’re really happy, however, his mood does a complete 180, attempting to both comfort you and gloat a little at the same time. He would pat you a little awkwardly on the shoulder, wanting to express he appreciated your vulnerability. He’s definitely making notes on things he could spoil you with.

He freezes. Dang, he thought it was something you’d like. If not, that’s okay, he did keep the receipt. You can take it back to the store and get a refund if you’d- oh? You liked it? He’s another one that would try to comfort you and feel smug at the same time. The thought of making anyone but particularly you so happy is a little jarring to him, and your way of expressing emotions is definitely unexpected, but he’s glad he got you this. Maybe he’ll get you something better next time.

For once, Vil is speechless. For a moment he just kinda stands there in surprise, before sweeping you into his arms for a hug - completely ignoring how his clothes might crinkle. He didn’t think you would react that way, and - although he’s pretty sure you’re happy - he wants to comfort you anyway. Once you confirm you’re actually happy, he thinks your reaction is sweet and endearing and pure. He’s definitely buying you more things if this is your reaction to it,

The moment you say “oh” and start to tear up he’s internally going say sike rn. Bro was not prepared for Emotions. He can hardly handle his own feelings, why’d fate dump him with someone else’s?! Especially since they belong to someone he cares about. He’s not real good with other people, let alone taking care of them. He wishes Ortho was here - he could google Top 10 Ways To Comfort A Friend Who Randomly Starts Crying. Idia kinda just ends up patting your entire head awkwardly and saying “there there” through his tablet. He knows it’s pathetic, okay?

He’s utterly confused. He followed the Human Customs of buying a gift for someone you care about, why are you displaying a negative reaction? Was the gift not satisfactory? Lilia said this would be enough, although perhaps he should’ve gone with his original plan and bought you significantly more. Were you perhaps disappointed? Once you reassure him, he almost laughs. He thinks your reaction was very cute, he will be buying you significantly more things. Prepare yourself.

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Since I’m pretty sure you simp for Leona, you can add him in this prompt😏😏

Person A and Person B (Leona) sleeping together. Person A wakes up first and contemplates waking Person B with a kiss.Person A leans in only to hesitate centimeters away out of embarrassment. Person B (Leona) opens their eyes and says, 'Well if you won't do it, I will.'

i was rlly sleepy while making this but hEY- i had fun with this-

waking you up ; leona kingscholar

leona kingscholar x gn! reader

your eyes shot open so randomly in this ungodly hour of the night. leona’s back was facing you as you woke up. you leaned onto him to check if he’s awake. now you want to wake him up. you kept going back and leaning onto him, thinking if you should wake him up with a kiss or no.

eventually, leona wakes up by your sudden actions. he knows what you’re up to at this point. leona opens his eyes “well if you won’t do it, i will.” leona blurts out making you startled. he turns his body to you. he leans in giving you a gentle kiss.

“why are you up in this hour?” leona asks as a yawn escapes his mouth. “i can’t sleep.” you casually replied. leona pulls you in his embrace, spooning you. “there. hopefully this can make you sleep.” leona says. leona fell fast asleep before you can do. this time, you can sleep peacefully.

I wish I was the reader in this💓😘💓😘

Hello! Finally the orders are open, I've waited so long to order something for you as I love your writing. Could you make headcanons where (Y/N) is walking when she is accidentally pushed and lands on top kissing on the lips with Riddle, Leona, Malleus, Jamil and Azul, how did the boys react getting a kiss from your crush?

sorry if my english is bad, it's because it's not my first language

Oh my, now you make me blush (/////) I hope that you like it and have a great day!

🌹 Riddle’s head nearly exploded. It was so damn loud at the garden of the Heartslabyul and the feeling that you – his crush – will come to visit him, while he has those headache and grumpiness, made him a little bit upset and mad. Could the first-year gang maybe be nice and calm for a day? Maybe it was too much to ask for… 🌹 But then something unexpected happened, that changed Riddle’s current emotion, as his stomach bubbled in joy and happiness. 🌹 You walked to the garden, whistling a sweet tune with Grim walking next to your side. As Grim got excited by the tasty smell of one of Trey’s cakes, his tail swung around, hitting your feet and making you trip over it. Grim hissed in pain, as you fall down before you could have greeted Riddle properly, pulling him down on the ground with you on top of him. 🌹 If Riddle’s lips weren’t occupied with your soft ones, that accidently graces his, by falling on top of the red-haired dorm leader, he would have gasped. His cheeks got redder than the color of the paint, the younger students had to paint the roses in, while you immediately stood up, helping Riddle, who tried to ignore the whispering voices of the nearby students. “D-Don’t apologize… It’s alright…” Riddle tried his very best not to stutter in front of him. The blush on his cheeks spread out, making even his ears blush, as the joyous dorm leader turned around and walking to a table and nagging at the laughing vice-dorm leader.

🦁 Leona just wanted one thing. To take a nap! It was so calm and relaxing in the botanical garden of the school, but he knew that it will change sooner or later, as you wanted to talk to him. The lion didn’t know what you exactly wanted to talk about, but he didn’t really care, as he always enjoyed your presence. 🦁 Perhaps it was the fact that he had a crush on you or maybe you were not as annoying as some other students. But what has happened, surprised him more than anything that he had seen at the school. 🦁 Grinning, while you had took a look at the video you wanted to share with Leona, you walked towards the sleeping lion, until one of your friends had the most greatest ideas he had in store. To push you to the lion. You always thought that it would end up badly, if you would wake up a sleeping lion, but this time, it shocked you, as Ace pushed you to your crush, making you fall on the lion. 🦁 Leona’s eyes sprung open, staring into yours as he felt your lips on his. Was this truly happening right now? Were you kissing him? Did you do it on purpose? By the shock in your eyes, he knew that it was an accident, but he couldn’t help himself and just wanted to tease you, as you jumped up. “Well, I don’t mind any wake-up kisses. But next time, do it without Trappola’s help.” The lion winked at you, turning on his side with a smirk on his lips and trying to hide side slightly flushed face.

🐙 Azul sighed, as he heard the booming voices of your friends, who discussed something not-important in the Monstro Lounge, making the place louder than it usually was. Couldn’t he just have one day, without the students to be so loud? Probably not, but he doesn’t mind the fact that you were there, smiling at your friends before you rose up and walked to Azul. 🐙 But Azul nor you noticed the mischievous smirks of the tweels, who stood near you. They just wanted to help out their dear friend and how could they help? If two sweet people just bumped into each other. Perfect idea! Well, at least it was to them. 🐙 You gasped loudly, feeling hands on your back before you fell down, making Azul try to grasp you as fast as he could, but he was too slow. Falling down with you on top of him was something that he had never even dreamt of, even though he had too many sweet dreams of you. 🐙 And to share his first kiss with you, even ended up unexpected. How would he one day tell his kids of the day, he kissed his crush and their future parent!? Only after a second Azul’s lips had felt yours, his face blushed madly and you could swore that you saw his glasses getting foggy, before Azul babbled; “I-I’m sorry! I have something to do in my office!” Rushing away, he closed the door, leaning on it, having dozens of thoughts of that sweet kiss he wished to have again.

🐍 Jamil rubbed his fingertips on his forehead, while he watched the students of Scarabia running around to prepare the next party, even trying to make a bigger and greater party than the previous one! The only good thing of Kamil’s parties was one first-year that happened to go to the parties, as they were a close friend of Kalim’s and Jamil and surprisingly also the vice-dorm leader’s crush. You. 🐍 And like any good friend, Kalim had dozens of ideas for his dear friend Jamil, rambling around how he could finally confess to you, but Jamil would always roll with his eyes, ignoring the white-haired boy. “Or just kiss (y/n)!” Jamil laughed, shaking his head at the newest idea. Just kiss you? He wished to do this, but he knew that you would never wanted to share a kiss with him. 🐍 But during the party, Jamil had thanked the great seven for the current moment, as many people danced around, pushing some other sometimes, which resulted in you getting yourself being pushed towards Jamil, who you wanted to talk with. 🐍 Jamil grabbed your wrist, wanting to help you, but fell down with you. His head bumped onto the ground, making him hiss, but his thoughts got interrupted as he felt something he always wanted to feel, since the day he got a crush on you. Your lips. It was as if two puzzle pieces finally found each other, but maybe you didn’t want to kiss him, which is why Jamil immediately stood up, pushing himself through the big crowd and leave you there, while the dark-haired boy tried to calm down his racing heartbeat.

🐉 Malleus’ smile never left his lips during the entire night, ripping away several flower petals and mumbling to himself words of; “Child of man likes me… Child of man likes me not…” But when the last petal fell down and he had whispered the sad words out loud, he mumbled that the flowers might have lied to him. How would a sweet being like you ever feel the same he did? 🐉 “I’m sure that it’s another lie.” He sighed, turning around to see you running towards him with Grim behind you. “Sorry for being so late! Grim needs another can of tuna and will go to Ace and Deuce now.” You explained the presence of your little friend, who bumped into you, after you stood in front of the fae prince. 🐉 Shocking all of you, Grim bumped so hard into you, that you tripped, making you and Malleus fall down like in all the animes you had watched! Who would have known that the small creature next to you, could be so strong!? 🐉 Malleus lips were under yours, smiling at the feeling of your lips, while Grim stood there shocked, nearly fainting at the sight he had seen. To the tall fae it was like a sweet story written in wonderful fairytales, while it was a big nightmare for Grim. He had wished to never see such a thing, as it was too gross for him. “Ew! I will go, bye, henchman!” The stormed away, leaving you two alone. Flustered by what has happened, you stood up, apologizing to him. “No, my child of man. It was no problem.” He smiled, putting his hand on your cheek, while he smiled at you happily.

This is so adorable I love it. There is nothing I want more then to wear Riddles Dorm Uniform, its amazing. Great job on this @pet-pet-peet​

For the 100 follower event- could I request a fluff headcannon with Riddle, Leona, Malleus, and Lilia reacting to a female reader being caught wearing their outfits please? Thank You❤️💗❤️

Yes!! I’m so into this trope, I think it’s adorable ><

I’m gonna have it be their dorm uniforms

100 follower event Masterlist

Story: You wanted to check out your partner’s dorm uniform so you could cosplay him in your world~

Tw: teasing flirts in Leona's; Malleus being adorable af

Pairing(s): Riddle, Leona, Malleus, Lilia x female reader wearing their clothes (separate)

His uniform is quite complex, so you take a while to figure it out

Once you manage to, though, it's actually pretty comfortable

Maybe a bit conservative and makes you pretty warm, but it was very soft fabric

You pose in his mirror to take a picture so you would remember it in your world

Little did you know, your fiery boyfriend was standing in the doorway and was very confused

“Why are you wearing my uniform?” He asks in a deadpan voice

You want to rush and explain yourself, but couldn’t find the words

Riddle hums, putting a hand on his chin as he looks you over and nods

“While it is a violation of the rules, I believe it looks very good on you. Perhaps you should dress in my clothes more often?” He grins

You politely ask him to leave and proceed to fangirl before changing back

His uniform is less complex compared to the others, so it didn’t take you long to slip them on

What was an issue was the sizes and proportions-

Some areas were too tight, some too loose, it wasn’t the most comfortable experience

However, you think it looks really cool actually

Leona yawns as he enters his room, no doubt wanting to take a nap, but had to do a double take when he saw you

“..Huh?” That’s it, that’s all he said

Until it wasn’t and many praises started to flow out of him as he circled you like a predator, looking over the fit on you

He acknowledge sizing issues, but still seemed pleased with what he was seeing

“You’re quite brave, herbivore. Do you think looking cute will protect you from me?” He teased in a lazy, sultry tone

In the end, he’s holding you and purring as you both sleep comfortably in his bed

After you slip on his uniform, it’s immediately apparent that’s it’s too big

Mans is tall af, so that was expected

Along with that, though, you get the best of both worlds; it’s comfortable and easy to wear

You experiment with it a bit, trying to find a way to make it look baggy-fashionable

Malleus walks in as you start that process, but decides to just watch you as you fold pieces in a way that you hoped would look good

“Child of man, would you like some assistance?” He asks finally as he noticed a bit of frustration come about you

You look at him, bewildered and startled, and he can’t help but smile and think you look cute

He walks over and tries to help adjust the uniform on you so that it fits you in your own way

He holds his hands on your shoulders as you look in the mirror, “What do you think, is it to your liking?”

Your face hits spontaneous combustion mode as you can only focus on his proud, genuine smile

Going for that X-TRA look lol

Probably the most difficult of all the boys to figure out, there are so many odd additions he made

And he dresses like this everyday! And he can pull it off!!

You start getting frustrated when the ruffled skirt section wouldn’t stay the way you wanted

“Fufufu~” You heard above you as hands reached around to lay on yours. “Allow me, dearest!”

For some reason you put your trust in him, wha-

It works out, though as Lilia adjusts the coat on your arms and leaning over to kiss your nose before he showed you in the mirror

“How beautiful you look, perhaps we should match styles more often!” He coos, wrapping his arms around you

He offers his other clothes and outfits, too, wanting to see how you look in them!

Better be prepared, you’re not leaving this game of dress up for a looong while

*All Images are official art from Twisted Wonderland and do not belong to me. They are the Lab Coat Groovy card art

My heart can’t handle the adorableness. Love your writing @twstlibrary , would love to see Lilia for the next one with Deuce, Silver and Rook💖💖💖

May I request the dorm leaders with an s/o that tends to cuddle up to them in their sleep 😳

O u i 😳 BUT I WANNA WRITE ONE FOR DEUCE AND SILVER TOO... I need a third character though hmm any suggestions, my lovelies?

Deuce, Rook, Silver ver. (coming soon)

Dorm Leaders | Gender-neutral reader | Headcanons

Riddle is a very light sleeper, so he'd jolt awake the moment he feels your warmth latching to his side. He would instinctively reach for his magic pen only to stop midway when he remembers that he had allowed you to sleep with him in his room tonight. He immediately relaxes and retracts his arm.

His gaze flits over to the side of the bed you were resting on, and he goes completely red in the face upon seeing you cuddling up to him. He's still trying to get used to this sort of intimacy, so his mind just goes- blank- He's at a loss for what to do next. Such an innocent boy lmao

Riddle wanted to wake you up so that you would stop clinging to him in your sleep, but he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do it - because how could he, when you looked so peaceful pressed up against his side? It'd be cruel of him to disturb the serene expression you wore, so he'd opt for stiffly lying there until the morning sun greets him through the gap between his curtains.

Jokes on you, Leona is actually the one cuddling you in his sleep. He's naturally attracted to the warmth of your body that's akin to fire in the hearth during winter - so before you could even fall asleep yourself, you'd be tightly wrapped up in his limbs as his face nestles on top of your head.

He's a heavy sleeper, yet despite that he's pretty guarded in his unconscious state. The slightest movements you make will cause his arms to lock around you, but when you suddenly cuddle up to him one night, his eyelids flutter open.

Leona is somehow awoken by the feeling of your arms slithering around his torso, and he would be a bit surprised to find you holding him as if he’s a life-size teddy bear. He would definitely be a jerk about it and tease you later in the morning - but for now, he'll wrap his tail around your thigh and enjoy the moment as he falls back into another deep slumber.

Although he wouldn't be as startled as Riddle, Azul would be easily awakened from slumber upon feeling your body curl into his side and instinctively assumes that you're cold. Since he's a cold-blooded creature, he had made sure to prepare thick blankets in his wardrobe and gets up to grab them for you...

... only to be tugged back to the mattress by your hand that's clinging to his shirt. He tries not to make too much noise as you bury your face in his chest, and he could feel his face become unbearably hot when you smile adorably in your sleep.

He lies on his side for a good second whilst staring at your serene expression, before expelling a quiet sigh. As someone who is touch starved, Azul doesn't mind you cuddling up to him. He slowly rubs his cheek against your head, wordlessly reveling in your warmth.

Another one who cuddles you in his sleep. Ever since he started dating you, Kalim cannot fall asleep unless you're next to him on the same bed. Jamil was at wit's end when Kalim kept complaining about not being able to get a good night's sleep, and that was when the vice dorm leader had the bright idea of asking you to sleep with Kalim every night.

He sleeps like a rock so he won’t feel you cuddling up to him. He would only notice you pressing yourself against his side when he needs to go to the toilet, and the heart-warming sight of you looking so comfortable as you lie close him made his chest tighten in a good way.

Kalim wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to hug you. He’s not going to be gentle about it either; he’ll literally throw his arms around you and mush your face against his chest, which would definitely startle you awake. He’ll apologise for disturbing your sleep and after he uses the toilet, the two of you would doze off in each other’s arms.

Vil often sleeps while facing away from you and would be stirred awake by you snuggling against his back. Like Azul, he’d initially assume that you’re cold and sits up to ask you if you require an extra blanket - he can’t have his sweet potato feeling uncomfortable now, can he?

He falters upon noticing your hand that is clutching his shirt and then chuckles softly. So you only needed something to cuddle while sleeping? If that will help you sleep better, then he certainly doesn’t mind being your cuddle buddy. After lying down again, he’d gently pull you against his chest before kissing your forehead.

As his eyelids flutter shut, he slips one hand underneath your shirt and traces soothing circles on your back. Although he can’t see it, he could feel the contented smile that appears on your lips. Vil will ensure the quality of your sleep, so just leave everything to him.

Idia goes to bed quite late because his gaming sessions tend to keep him up past midnight. By the time he’s done gaming, you’d be fast asleep on his bed and he’s careful not to disturb you as he joins you under the covers. He silently admires your sleeping face before closing his eyes...

... but they quickly open in confusion when you duck under his left arm abruptly. Are you still awake after all- He immediately freezes upon feeling you burrow into his torso; his sleepiness is thrown right out the window and he’s suddenly wide awake. What kind of limited-time event is this? He’s not prepared to play through it yet!

The CG of you cuddling up to him is too much for him to mentally process, and the tips of his wispy blue hair flicker with a light pink colour when you bury your face in him while mumbling his name. Idia is so flustered that he's unable to get a wink of sleep, but the price he had to pay for that experience is totally worth it.

Malleus tends to just lie down on his bed while holding you protectively in his arms. The opportunity to gaze upon your slumbering face doesn’t come by often, especially since you’re kept on your toes with the multitude of tasks Crowley dumps on you. Being able to see you resting is gratifying enough for the fae prince.

When you cuddle up to him for the first time, he’s caught off-guard. With wide eyes, he watches you snuggle closer to him before curling into his chest like a newborn baby seeking their mother’s warmth. He recovers from his initial surprise rather quickly and releases a breathy chuckle. He then leans down to leave an affectionate kiss on top of your head.

The faintest hint of a blush is present on Malleus’ cheeks as he thinks about how you trust him enough to show him this adorable side of you in your sleep. He relishes all of the affection you shower him with, and this situation is no different. Expect to wake up in a tangle of limbs with his face buried in your chest the following morning.

I wish that was me kissing their cheeks especially Riddle❤️💋😘 Thank you for doing my request @glass-cage-of-emotion-12

So happy requests are open, can you do headcannons with the dorm leaders for a reader who kisses them on the cheek when taking a photo together please. Thank You!

Couple photos with the dorm leaders!

Riddle Rosehearts

Everyday is a hectic day for Riddle. Punishing rule-breakers, perfecting homework, studying for the next pop quiz. It's all too east for someone to sneak up on him and catch him off guard.

Cater catches him by surprise this time.

He smiles stiffly, the best he can do with the short time he has to compose himself. But all that effort is wasted when he feels a light kiss to his face.

His eyes widen, mouth hanging open in surprise. Cater captures the sight perfectly onto his phone.

He is not amused. And very flustered, red faced and all.

Cater laughs and takes another photo, joking about posting it on Magicam. Or at least he hopes Cater is joking.

You better not have planned this with Cater, or it's off with your head!

Leona Kingscholar

He just wants a nice nap on a sunny afternoon in the greenhouse. Is that too much to ask? He growls at the poor first year holding up a camera shakily.

It doesn't matter who wants to take his photo, yearbook photographer or not, he's annoyed nonetheless.

He just sits there and doesn't smile. "Well? Take the photo."

But then you skip over and plant a kiss to his cheek and his mood heightens considerably. He pulls you close for a few more pictures with the smuggest grin you've seen all week. And you've seen many of them.

Don't think you can escape even after the photo taking session is done. You were the one who started it.

Azul Ashengrotto

Another busy day at the Mostro Lounge. Dinner rush is in full swing, with customers coming in an out, waiters rushing about, madol flooding in-

Unfortunately, Floyd is causing trouble again.

He rolls his eyes when Floyd bursts into his office with a camera, whining at him to say "cheese~". He decides to indulge Floyd for now, hoping he'll get back to work in return. You coming over and planting a kiss to his cheek was not part of the plan.

He bluescreens for a hot minute.

Floyd cackles for a bit, then turns to run off for more fun.

Before he can run too far, Azul demands for a more professional photo to be taken of you both, holding you in place with a huff.

Kalim Al-Asim

It's a bit of a lazy day for Kalim. He lounges by a fountain, basking in the sun. Everyone's hustling and bustling about with their homework, so he doesn't have anyone to talk to.

But then you run up to him with your phone held out, begging for a selfie. If it's you asking, how could he say no? He perks up immediately, his boredom gone already.

He flashes one of his bright smiles, pulling you close to his side. He wasn't expecting you to turn and kiss his cheek. But fun surprises are always welcome!

But you can't be the only one getting all the fun. He insists on taking another photo, with him kissing your cheek this time!

Vil Schoenheit

Vil has made it a bit of a habit to take photos of himself throughout the day, then select the best ones to post on his Magicam. With you being such a big part of his daily life, of course you would turn up in his posts.

A thriving meadow, a near cloudless sky, a basket sitting atop a red checker-printed blanket. The perfect picturesque picnic date.

Vil takes out his phone. "The lighting is good right now."

You scoot closer to him as he arranges his phone on a selfie stick. Three, two, one...

You manage to kiss him in time, pulling away with a cheeky grin.

He doesn't give you the pleasure of seeing him caught off guard, reviewing the photo with a thoughtful hum. "This is will do nicely."

Idia Shroud

With great love for an anime series comes a great need to express said love. In Idia's case, it was in the form of cosplay.

After 10 minutes of begging, he finally let you see him in his new dashing suit.

"Tanaka-chi looked so good in it, I just had to try it for myself," Idia mumbled as you gushed over him.

"Let's take a photo!" You pull out your phone. "To remember how handsome you look."

"E-Eh? I can't do that!" Idia whimpered, shrinking into himself. "There's no way I can replicate Tanaka-chi's brilliant smile."

"You don't have to replicate Tanaka-chi's brilliant smile," you laugh, tugging him to your side. "You just have to be yourself."

With a click of your camera, you capture his perfect grin just right.

Malleus Draconia

"This is what technology has come to?" Malleus holds up your phone, watching as a Santa beard appears on your face.

"Yup! That's the Santa beard filter," you laugh. "Isn't it cute?"

"..Yes," he holds the phone to your face, smiling when a beard appears on you as well.

"There are other filters too," you swipe to a cat filter. "This one's my favourite!"

"Is that so?" Malleus stares at the cat whiskers on his cheeks.

"Let's take a photo! You look really good with this one," You cheer eagerly, bumping his arm playfully. He doesn't refuse.

The smile on his face when you kiss his cheek quickly becomes your favourite picture of you both.

My heart soared with Riddles part, he is too precious ❤️❤️💖💖 thank you for doing my second request @twisted-draconia

Can’t Sleep…with Riddle, Leona, and Floyd (Part 2)

A/N: So this group was requested by @riddle-simp ​ and I was so happy to be able to do it! I’ve actually had Leona’s in mind for a while? As well as Riddle’s, so to be able to write them out was nice! I hope they all sound okay! As always, any and all suggestions for this series (is this a series now?) please lemme know! I’m always happy to write more. 🖤

Part One

Warnings: None! All fluff! 

Gender Neutral

💚Request Info💚

You groaned out of frustration, pulling your blanket over your head, unsure of whether or not it was your own mind racing that was keeping you up or if you just weren’t tired. You’d read, tossed in bed a little to try and find the right spot, but sleep still didn’t come. “You know you’re breaking at least 3 rules right now being awake?” You heard your boyfriend mumble behind you. You giggled, turning to face Riddle—his slate grey eyes droopy with sleep, and an adorable pout on his face. "So are you dear.“ you teased, making him roll his eyes. “Is something wrong? Do you need to go to the infirmary or something?” He asked, quickly changing the subject. You shook your head, “No. I just…can’t seem to fall asleep for some reason.” The room was quiet for a moment, before Riddle sat up, putting on his slippers and robe with a determined look on his face and leaving the room before you could even ask where he was going. Not much time passed before Riddle came back in, serving tray in hand with a tea pot and a few cups. He placed it in front of you, sliding next to you in bed. “I figured some sleepy time tea might settle you enough so you can get some rest?” You smiled, taking the cup he’d just filled and sipped it—the warmth easing your muscles. You leaned against his shoulder, your heart full and your mind starting to relax “Thank you, Riddle.” You felt a light kiss on your head, “You’re welcome; now please drink so we can go back to sleep. You know I can’t sleep if you don’t.” he chuckled, lightly pinching your cheeks.  

You had lost track of the times you had tossed around on the bed at this point. It was late, the moon your only light and yet you felt like you could run a marathon with the sheer amount of energy you had—and you were half tempted to. “Why the hell are ya still awake?” Leona’s gruff voice startled you, looking over to see your boyfriend half asleep. His long hair ruffled from his pillow, his eyes not even open, his position still unchanged. “I don’t know, I just can’t fall asleep.” You mumbled. Leona groaned, “Well I can, and you’re disturbing the hell outta me.” You frowned, pinching his arm enough to cause him to growl, “Well I’m sorry my misery is such a bother! I’ll try to stop.” You snapped, rolling over in the bed. It was quiet for a while, before you felt one long, muscular arm reach over you. There was almost no time to protest as Leona pulled you to him. The lion draped the upper half of his body over yours, laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arm tightly around you. His legs tangled with yours, and you could feel his whole body weight press you into the bed. You tried to struggle, Leona’s strength keeping you pinned as he nestled into you. “You’re crushing me you big lion!” You struggled, trying to wriggle free. “Yeah? Well it’s keeping ya from moving, isn’t it? Now go to sleep, you’re not gettin’ free and I’m not planning on letting you go until the morning.” He mumbled, his voice fading back to sleep. You wriggled for a while longer—struggling just long enough that you eventually gave up, your body starting to wear out. Leona had won. You sighed, as his weight and warmth started to soothe you enough that your eyes felt heavy. He might be prickly sometimes—but sometimes he could also be very cute.  

You weren’t sure just how long you had been staring at the ceiling, but it was long enough to know that you should’ve been asleep long ago. You had a million different thoughts racing through your mind, and no way to settle them. You grabbed your phone, trying to find a video that you could watch or something to read just to distract yourself long enough to get sleepy. You were quite a few posts into MagiCam before a voice startled you. “What are you looking at, Shrimpy?” Floyd’s asked, causing you to practically jump off of the bed. He laughed—loudly. “Don’t scare me like that Floyd! How long have you been awake?” You breathed, hand over your racing heart. He shrugged, “A while I guess? I woke up when I didn’t feel you clinging to me, got me all sad feeling.” He teased, his toothy smile wide and bright. “Can’t sleep or something?” You shook your head, “Nope.” He stared raised an eyebrow, “Anything I can do to help? Like make you a lil sleep potion? Maybe I can swipe some of Jade’s fancy tea to make you sleepy?” He offered, pressing little kisses all over your face and pulling you into a tight hug against his large body. “Well…I’m not going to take a potion you make, and if we steal Jade’s tea, it might not be a very good idea.” You said, running your fingers through his turquoise hair. He frowned, thinking for a while as you two snuggled, before popping up. “How about we don’t sleep at all? We can stay up and talk all night and I can cuddle you the entire time. Maybe you can show me some of the videos you were looking at?” You wanted to argue, but at this point, how could you? So you settled into his arms and unlocked your phone to the last video you had watched. You might not be getting any sleep, but at least the night was fun. 

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My heart broke and fixed itself from this💔😭💖

Thank you so much @thesunshinebunny for doing my request. Can’t wait for part 2

Hello! I love your stories❤️. May I request an angst/fluffy scenario with the dorm leaders reacting to their s/o telling them that their mother wished she never gave birth to them and comforting them. I just watched the anime Higehiro and there’s a scene where the mother says that to the main MC and it affected me so much. Thank you ❤️

Uffff, I remember when I saw that scene for the first time many years ago. It also affected me quite a bit, I almost started crying. I am going to do the order in two parts because I ended up making it quite long. This part corresponds to Riddle, Leona and Kalim. I hope you are well, I am very sorry for the delay.

Riddle

The tea party wasn't going well. Specifically for you. You had avoided talking about the horrible conversation you had with your mother days ago, but not being able to bring it to the surface was taking its toll. You couldn't console an eight-hour sleep, if you made it to three was a miracle. Your appetite was diminishing to the point of not appearing in the cafeteria because the slightest smell already made you gag. You couldn't concentrate in class and the tasks were impossible to solve. You tried to put the best face in front of your teammates, but every day, every hour it was worse. The dark circles under your eyes, red from crying so much, began to be noticed much more precipitously, your voice had disappeared and your vocal cords were mistreated. Terrible days spent alone, and it wasn't even the middle of the week.

And all that mental and sentimental heaviness ended up exploding at the unbirthday party on Wednesday. You saw multiple mates having fun, talking calmly, full of joy and energy. And there you were, holding on not to shed any tears… it was all in vain when you felt fingers gently brush your hand.

Riddle was trying to approach you quietly, he intended to hold your hand for a couple of minutes while the party went on, but it was that light touch, so gentle and innocent, that made your eyes shine and tears began to flow like a waterfall. Those around you were worried to see you in such a deplorable state, Riddle the most, and without raising any more suspicions, excused himself from the table and took you with him to the lounge, putting an arm around your shoulders and hiding you with his cap.

As the two of you sat down in one of the large armchairs, you burst into tears. All the stress that you have been accumulating these last days, all the sadness and anguish that the conversation with your mother had an impact on your mental health. The hands of the clock stopped before such a sad scene, time had frozen and the only thing that kept you in orbit was the amount of tears that ran down your cheeks. Riddle dedicated himself to holding your hands, to give you little consoling cuddles, while he waited for you to calm down a bit and explain the situation to him.

With all the possibilities, the last thing he expected to hear were those cruel and vile words your mother spoke to you. Even his mother wasn't capable of such hatred and contempt.

"I understand what it's like to have a bad time with your mother, but I can't put myself in your shoes" his hands went up your arms until they reached your shoulders. He gave you one, two, three little massages, and brought you to him. The hug was a bit inexperienced and careless, but it conveyed the affection and appreciation that Riddle had towards you, towards your being, your essence and soul.

"What I can do is hold your hand for as long as you need to feel better, whether it's days, weeks or months"

Leona

What is more annoying to Leona than not being able to take his daily nap in the botanical garden? Not sleeping said nap with you next to him.

You were arriving an hour late and Leona couldn't smell your scent near the place in question. Every minute he passed he became more irritable, his tail wagging erratically and his ears kept flexing as he tried to find you through all the screeching. Not being fruitful waiting for you, Leona reluctantly stood up, anyone who passed by his side will see his face upset and ready to rip out the jugular to anyone who tried to bother him.

He walked to Savannaclaw with the intention of going to his own bedroom and not getting up until dinner time. But to his surprise, and his bad temper, he found you in his own dorm, sitting on the edge of the large pool, feet in the cool, cool water, head down and with no intention of lifting it no matter how many people passed by your side.

Your head only rose to look at that lion whose figure was imposed on your side, letting him see your red and swollen eyes and your cheeks wet from crying so much. Neither of you said anything for a couple of minutes. Leona sat next to you, trying inside him to give you your space, he didn't either deign to put an arm around your shoulders or hips, he didn't ask what was wrong with you, he just stood there. Reserved.

When the sun was about to set on the horizon, your words came timidly to the surface. New tears ran down your cheeks as you recounted the terrible experience you had with your mother days ago. “Tsk, how troublesome” was the only thing Leona said before pulling you towards him. He let your face hide on his shoulder, he didn't care if his shirt got wet, he placed his tail on your waist, trying to give you a little more protection.

After about half an hour, when the water was already getting too cold to enjoy at night, the brunette carried you to his room, snuggling your head on your chest, thus preventing any student from seeing your afflicted face. All the way he thought of ways to make that person, if you could call them a person, who called himself your mother, pay. Maybe Ruggie could do him a couple of favors… but it wasn't worth it, no matter how much his blood boiled and wanted to sink his claws and fangs into every part of their body, it wasn't worth it. Not when it meant putting you in even more pain.

Being already in his room, he laid you on his bed as if you were a feather, a completely defenseless and fragile little thing. He laid your head on a pile of pillows and covered you with his sheet, preventing the cold of the night from chilling you even more.

“Look” he started stroking your head, moving the little strands that were stuck to your cheeks thanks to your salty tears “Your mother misses having a relationship with a person as brave and incredible as you”

Noticing you a little calmer, he got under the sheets, trapping you again in his arms and placing your head on his chest again, this time completely covering you with his figure, without ever stopping patting your head. Your breathing became calmer, more controlled; your arms were strong again, enough to wrap even a little around his shoulders. Leona supported his hand under your chin in the most comfortable way possible, and little by little he raised your face, until your gaze was in contact with his. “Hold your head up high and show her what you're capable of. Bust her ego”

Kalim

Your little sobs echoed through the halls of Scarabia. Today was a cold and sad night compared to the normal warm and partying ones. Today there was no banquet, no exuberant food, no party. Today there was nothing; just a cold starry sky that accompanied the dinner of worried students.

They knew Kalim was present in his chambers, worrying not about planning new activities for the bedroom, but trying to calm and support his partner. Nobody knew what had happened, but it must have been something very ugly and shocking for even Kalim's cheerful and outgoing aura not to be felt in the air.

“I can't understand the feeling you're going through, but I'm here for whatever you need.” Kalim's voice came out as a whisper between his own sobs. He was sad, very sad. He was sad for you, for your situation.

The one with ruby ​​eyes didn't understand what the indifference of a relative was, and one as important as parents. His parents had wanted him, he was the firstborn of his lineage, but that didn't stop him from feeling empathy for the people around him.

Kalim caressed your back slowly while he kept your head resting on his chest. Your tears wet his shirt, but he didn't care at all. The only thing he cared about was keeping you calm, stable. "Please don't cry, it breaks my heart to see you sad"

When the first tears began to roll down your cheeks, Kalim almost panicked. It's not like he was oblivious to tears, even he cried from time to time, but he didn't like to see his friends and family, the people he loved, cry. And when you told him the reason, you could hear his heart break into a thousand pieces.

Minutes, maybe hours passed for you to calm down or at least for you to stop crying. It was already early morning, felt the cold air of the desert. You began to tremble, perhaps from the spasms from crying so much or from the cold, it wasn't clear. Kalim covered them both with a blanket, a little light, but did the job perfectly. “Smile for me, you are part of my family” and with that, you were able to end the night with some peace. Maybe starting a new family.

Omg my heart, funny thing I was thinking before what would happen if you walked on Leona naked, and he would EXACTLY stop you from leaving and tease the he’ll out of you. Great job @clink-glasses-say-cheers , please do this with Riddle and Malleus, i would love to see it

You walk in on him when he’s naked.

A/N - @kotaro16 ​ No explanation. Please ignore my obvious bias-

Tw - Suggestive

Leona Kingscholar, Rook Hunt x gender neutral reader | Separate headcanons | Very Suggestive

Leona had just came out after taking a shower when the door to his room creaked open and you entered. You stopped in your tracks when you caught glimpse of glistening dark tresses, surprised green eyes followed by a teasing smirk.

Your attempt at an escape was thwarted when he slammed the door shut just as you were about to step outside. Your back hit his chest at the impact and he brought his lips near your ear and whispered sensuously, “Herbivore, what business do you have in the lion’s den? Care to tell me?”

It sent shivers down your spine and without thinking you turned around to blurt out, “You should keep your door locked!”

That’s when you realised for the first time that he was really, really close to you. And he was stark naked.

A low chuckle emerged from his chest, “Do you like what you see, herbivore? I don’t mind giving you a better view by pinning you under me.”

When you walked into his room, you found him in front of the mirror. Just the usual, right? Wrong! He was completely naked even as he turned around to greet you with a cheerful smile. Did he not realise how… indecent and hot that was? Maybe that was the point.

“Ah, trickster, I have been waiting for you!”

What?! He had been expecting you? Like that? Telling him to back off would definitely make him stop but you’d have to beg him to get dressed and explain why the sight of him naked in the middle of the day can be unnerving, and maybe attractive? 

Sir, put on some clothes and pass some holy water because after the sight you witnessed, the Great Seven knew you needed it.

“Trickster, some day we shall shun these mortal robes and become one with Mother Nature. So, let us free our body and soul from this prison.”

Yeah, your soul was really struggling to escape…

Thank you so much for doing my request @xkotaro16w ,I wish I could get matching tattoos with Leona❤️❤️😍😍

lol I know requests are closed but I was wondering if you could this when they are open again, a Leona x Tattoo artist reader where the reader asks to tattoo something on Leona, because they feel like it would be the best thing ever to tattoo THE Leona kingscholar. I just need some cute fluff with this. Thank You

—𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝!𝚂/𝙾—

Summary: Scenario/short scenario where Leona gets a special tattoo from his Tattoo Artist!S/O who thinks the tattoo fits him and thinks it would be the best thing ever to make a tattoo for the Leona Kingscholar.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Tattoo Artist!GN!S/O.

CW: Fluff, grammatical error, OOC.

A/N: cz my req is open, i’ll do it now JMGFAHFBWMHFBA THIS IS CUTE  ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ Imagine having a matching tattoo w/ him AEMHFAVBMFBAWMF (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ I HOPE U LIKE THIS- Umm ig this turns out 2 be weird SDKJHSMDBGSMDHGB

Creating art is not just through a paint brush and apply it to a canvas. People can apply the art on their bodies, create a body art or tattoo. Tattoo artist allows people to express their emotions, beliefs through body art.

As a tattoo artist itself, you have gone through a lot of experiences, both in creating tattoos and handling the customers. Customers are also humans, there are times where they share their stories while they get a tattoo from you.

But what if you manage to make or create a tattoo for a special person? That person is popular among the society and aristocracy lives, especially their own country. Someone like him, the Leona Kingscholar.

Imagine you are the one who make a tattoo on his body. As a tattoo artist who’s not the most talented person in Twisted Wonderland, it is such an honor to create one for someone special, especially him.

Let’s see if he accepts your offer or not. Perhaps, he would accept it. You explicate your offer to him, of course, he can choose or create his own design for it. The lion sends out a confused expression. But when he asks you why you offer him such a thing, you say you want to tattoo him, the Leona Kingscholar.

Your answer is unique, makes him happy, yet confusing.

Why you choose him over those royal people out there? Herbivore, you can offer that lizardas well, Malleus Draconia. The crown prince is more popular than him, it would be a magnificent achievement to tattoo the Malleus Draconia, wouldn't it?

Instead of the crown prince of Briar Valley, you choose the SECOND-BORN PRINCE of Afterglow Savannah. The second-born who is disliked by the palace staff both for his aloof personality and his destructive unique magic.

It's not that he's not happy with your offer, it's just that he's confused about why you chose him. If you think of him as such a high aristocrat person and a special person, who is he to decline such a belief?

Leona sighs, perhaps it’s not a bad idea to get another tattoo from a herbivore like you. It’s a great idea as well, to have a tattoo from a special person. But remember, he wants the tattoo to be perfect, S/O!

“Fine, but fulfil my expectation, herbivore~”

His words might sound pretty bad, but he doesn’t care if it’s perfect or not! It’s your creation, your hard work, Leona knows when people work hard but doesn’t get any compliments. So yes, you’ll still receive some compliments from him. In a tsundere way.

After a lot of consultations with him about the design, it’s finally the d-day where you’ll create a body art for the Leona Kingscholar. Excited, aren’t you, herbivore? The Great Seven wish you good luck, dear!  

Is it just you or him, or perhaps us think he’ll sleep during the progress? Either sleep or just close his eyes. The lion enjoys it! Do not worry, he’ll give you a head pat after it finishes.

Afterall, you do something for him and it’s your creation! He’s very AMAZED by the result. Hey, didn’t know you’re such an amazing tattoo artist, S/O. The way his tail moves merrily and his ears twitch cutely when he sees the result.

Gosh, do you know that he’s going to show off the result to the public? Not with words, with actions. Leona wears something or does something that makes him show off the tattoo. Check out his latest tattoo! It’s his S/O’s creation! Yes, look at how talented his herbivore is!

It’s the most precious creation to him from his beloved herbivore.

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

Omg I loved this so much I cried. Amazing job @kokoebi , I would love to see this scenario again with the remaining dorm leaders Riddle, Azul, Kalim and Vil please ❤️❤️💟💟💟

Can you do a seperate headcanons or maybe a scenarios for Idia, Malleus and Leona that their fem! reader, please? (im craving angst but ofc with comfort too! <3)

Reader wanted the boys introduced reader's parents, after that reader's parents told reader that they already have choosen a "perfect partner" for reader and also to marry. reader refused of their parent's suggestion, because they already have a love of their life, then reader's parents getting mad/angry and suddenly pointed out like "why would you choose him!? what's so special about him??" , they suddenly pointed out their negative opinions or thoughts towards to the boys that make him insecure or hurt (like he have "cursed family", awful attitude, or a monster, etc..).

But reader suddenly snapped and defended their boyfriend and also spitting them some postive facts or opinion of their boyfriend in the end reader also mentioned like "I dont care about what you think about him, i love him you can't change my mind! I still love him just the way he is!" after that they left their parents with the boys cuz is pissed what they said towards of their boyfriend. What would the boys reacted or would say when they hear all what their darling said right in front of them.

(sorry if this is long)

— parental control

summary;; you wanted to introduce your new boyfriend to your parents. Turns out the meeting didn’t end up going so well...

characters;; idia, malleus, leona

cw;; fem!reader, kind of angsty, comfort, mentioned future arranged marriage, descriptions and mentions of anxiety attacks (Idia), harsh language (Leona)

a.n. hello!! Thank you so much for your request! It's super cool and honestly really sweet! Don't apologize for making a long request, I totally don't mind! I ended up doing a scenario format instead of headcanons cause I thought it would work better! Life's been a gigantic mess so I'm sorry for not posting for so long!! I'll try to get back on a rhythm! — I proofread this but there might still be some errors-! I hope you enjoy!

— IDIA SHROUD °•.

You felt a gentle squeeze on your hand, as you and your boyfriend Idia approached the front door to your house. He was nervous, to say the least, having spent all week dreading this event.

From the moment you told him you wanted him to meet your parents, he barely got a wink of sleep. How could he possibly do so when all he could think about was how much they would hate him..? He'd come to expect this from every social interaction due to his crippling social anxiety, even when it came to you, he still had his doubts, so naturally, meeting your parents felt like a huge weight on him, and he spent the whole week unable to get his depressing thoughts out of his head.

You tried your best to reassure him, of course. But in situations like this, the only guarantee you could really give him was that you'd be there by his side, and he would never be alone when meeting your parents. He would have your support.

And those words did help! However... Now that you were here.. he wasn't so sure anymore. All his insecurities were coming back, and all he could do was desperately cling to your hand like his life depended on it. His palm was slightly sweaty from how nervous he was, which he had repeatedly apologized for, but you didn't mind. Anything to protect your perfect boyfriend.

When you rang the doorbell, Idia could practically hear his heartbeat, from how hard and fast it was getting. "I want to go home..." He thought to himself, shutting his eyes momentarily when he heard the door being opened.

Your mother smiled as soon as you were in view, "Y/N! Hello, sweetheart... I'm so happy to see you. And hello...?" She looked over at the the boy shyly standing next to you, not failing to notice that you were both holding hands. Idia didn't dare to make eye contact with your mother. "I..I-Idia..." He said quietly. Your mother blinked a couple times before repeating it, "Idia? Is that what you said?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at how quiet he sounded. Idia didn't bring his tablet to speak, you woke him up in somewhat of a rush, since both of you overslept, so he forgot it when he rushed out with you..

He nodded at your mother, who motioned for you two to step inside. "I see... Nice to meet you, Idia. You're awfully shy, aren't you?" She said. She seemed to want to sound playful, but it ended up coming off as rather cold instead, which made Idia flinch slightly, gripping your hand a little harder.

You frowned a little at the tone and caressed Idia's hand gently, walking inside with him after he tried really hard to apologize for his shyness, but he couldn't really do so. You could tell he didn't feel comfortable at all...

Your mother guided the two of you to the living room, where your father was watching TV. He turned it off when he saw the three of you walk in, "Y/N!" He smiled at you. "And this is?" He looked over at Idia, who was examining the room anxiously. Your mother looked at him and sighed softly, almost inaudibly, before turning her attention back to her husband, "His name is Idia. He's a little shy, so he might not answer." She smiled a little.

You didn't find her remark pleasant at all. You raised an eyebrow, but refrained from saying anything. For now. Meanwhile, Idia seemed to almost have a death grip on your hand at this point. It was the only thing keeping him from hyperventilating at this point. The tension of the air around his very presence was too much for him to handle. Your touch was an anchor for him to stay grounded and not let his unpleasant thoughts go too far.

You decided to talk, finally, as you moved to the other, smaller couch your parents had in the living room. It perfectly fit two people so you and your boyfriend sat there together. Somehow, sitting down on the couch made Idia feel at least a little bit safer, he didn't feel as exposed as he had felt while standing. "Idia is my boyfriend, actually.." you tried to muster up a smile, but it was hard considering your mother's tone on her previous comments about your fiery-haired lover.

Your parents blinked a couple times, looking at each other, then back at the two of you... Somehow, they were expecting this, considering you walked in holding hands, but were still surprised nonetheless. "Your boyfriend? Ah..." Your mother said. She glanced over at your father, wondering if she should be the one to tell you, or if he wanted to take over. Your father gave her a little nod, indicating that he'd be the one speaking this time.

"Actually, your mother and I had an announcement to make, Y/N. When you said you'd bring a friend, well... That's all we thought it was." He said, "We found someone for you. A man of a respectable family.." he glanced over at Idia as he started describing him, as if to judge your current boyfriend while describing your potentially future one. Idia didn't fail to take notice of this... His nerves were rising and his breathing was getting heavier and faster.. He couldn't possibly grip your hand any harder without hurting you, so he was really doing his best to restrain himself.

"He's a very handsome man, his family is rather wealthy as well, you'll be able to live a very comfortable life with him." Your father's eyes darted back to you. "We're currently starting a plan to arrange your and his marriage." His lips formed into a contented smile.

You, however, couldn't believe your ears. They arranged a relationship between you and someone you had never met? They were already planning for you two to get married even? And all of this without asking you for your permission, without even consulting you... And on top of all that, they really thought it was appropriate to say all of this in front of Idia, who was already clearly and very visibly uncomfortable? You certainly didn't expect this from your parents. They had always supported you. Sure, they had been strict with a lot of things, but you didn't expect them to go this far....

Idia on the other hand... His anxiety was peaking. His eyes now shut tight, his hair hiding part of his face as he desperately tried to control his breathing as well as manage his thoughts properly... But it was hard. It was so difficult when all he could hear in his head was how much your parents disapproved of him...

You clenched your empty fist. "I refuse." your eyes narrowed as you spoke, your tone turned slightly cold although you were trying your best not to borderline disrespect your parents.

"Pardon?" Your mother said, her eyes widening only a little after hearing your blunt answer.

"Your heard me correctly. I refuse." You insisted. "If it wasn't clear enough for you, I'm already in love with someone else. I'm not leaving Idia for whoever that other guy is." You were set. There was no way they could convince you or even try to force you into that relationship.

"Excuse me, but what does Idia even have that's so special?" Your mother spat. Ouch. Idia felt that one straight in his heart. "He looks like he hasn't seen the sun in years, he has terrible posture and he's unbelievably rude! He didn't greet us, he barely even looked at us! The bags under his eyes really make me feel like he can't even take care of himself! How could I possibly rest easy when the man you've chosen is a total bum?" She progressively raised her voice as she spoke, and you stared at her, dumbfounded at her language, her tone... Everything..! Even the fact that she seemed perfectly okay with attacking your lovely boyfriend with a barrage of insults! Said boyfriend who was sitting right there.

Idia felt tears threatening to spill out from his eyes. He couldn't handle this. His hearing was already heightened by the pure very unpleasant rush that he felt through his body by simply being there, at that very moment. This was his worst nightmare turned real. A social situation that couldn't possibly have gone worse. He came over, believing you, that everything would be alright, yet here he was, being insulted, being compared.... He didn't blame you, of course, he was sure you didn't think this would happen and that was why you wanted him to come so bad. It was an awful surprise for the two of you... And honestly, he was finding it hard to keep himself together.

You felt his hand shake in yours, and that was it for you. You glared harshly at your mother and you stood up, still holding your boyfriend's hand, which made him look up at you with teary eyes before hiding his face again. He felt pathetic, starting to cry as quietly as possible while you kept your heroic stance. He couldn't stand up for himself... Not like this..

But you could.

"That's enough." You said coldly. "Your words are disgusting. And frankly, the fact you can just so casually talk poorly about my boyfriend who's sitting right here next to me, is even more so. I don't want that stupid relationship you're trying so hard to advertise to me. Idia is special. He's the sweetest guy I've ever met. He's funny, never fails to make me laugh, and you clearly don't think so but I think he's the most handsome, and prettiest guy I've ever set my eyes on." You really had had enough. You were letting everything out. "Do you even know why he looks this tired? Because of how nervous he was to come meet you! And you treat him like this?! When he's clearly uncomfortable, your first thought isn't to make him feel at home, it's to berate him and tell him your shallow opinions when you've never even known him! He's perfect. And I'm not trading him for anyone else. If that makes you so unhappy, then find someone else to marry your "perfect candidate"." You finished, gently pulling Idia's hand. "Idia, come on.. let's leave." Your tone softened significantly when you spoke to him.

He was shocked, to say the least... You really thought all that about him..? And you jumped in to defend him, even against your parents... He felt so loved. His heart was about to burst with happiness and fondness as he really took in your words. He wiped his tears, despite it being in vain at the moment since they kept falling, and he stood up.

Your mother was about to protest, but the glare you shot at her really said enough. She couldn't win, neither could your father. And they knew that.

You walked out with your loving boyfriend without even saying your goodbyes. They didn't deserve them.

Once the two of you were out of sight, which didn't even take a minute, you stopped walking, making him stop with you. His cries had subsided, but some tears were still there. You cupped his cheeks, approaching his face to your and kissing the tip of his nose. "I meant my words back there, hm? You're perfect.. I wouldn't trade you for the world. I'm sorry about my parents... And I'm sorry we didn't leave right away.. I really didn't think they'd go that far. I shouldn't have left your in that position." You apologized, letting go of his face.

Idia shook his head. His breathing was steady again, and he wrapped his arms around you... The tips of his hair flushing pink. "I-It's okay.... Thank you.. for saying that.. and for getting us out of there. I was.. surprised." He confessed. You smiled at him a little, "Surprised? That I love you so much?" He embarrassingly nodded slightly, "Heh. Of course I do. If there's anyone I'll marry, it'll be you, Idia." You noticed his face turning red as the pink spread further into his hair. You always found it so cute... "Come on. Let's go take a nap, you definitely need it... And then let's play some games together if you want, so you can distract yourself a little more."

Idia nodded once again. He pulled away from the embrace and shyly took your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, "Okay..." He said quietly, starting to walk with you again.

The meeting might have been a failure, but it shed light on just how much freedom your parents were willing to give you. And you'd rather be with the love of your life, chosen by you, than whoever they thought of.

— MALLEUS DRACONIA °•.

Malleus looked around while walking with you around your neighborhood. You had asked him to meet your family, having been dating for quite some time now, you thought it was an appropriate next step to have him meet your parents.

And honestly, your draconic boyfriend was all for it. He was actually rather excited, to no one's surprise, really. He had already previously shown interest in meeting your family, and had brought it up a few times loosely in conversation. So he was looking forward to today ever since you finally invited him.

You were kind of excited too. A little fearful, however. Malleus was big, he had horns, and he could definitely come off as intimidating. After all, it was the reason why so many people never even dared to approach him back in NRC. You felt bad, having known him now and knowing fully well that he's a huge sweetie.

But it was for these reasons that you were a little concerned about your parents' potential reactions.

You two finally arrived at your parents' house, and you rang the doorbell. Malleus was carefully analyzing the architecture of your neighborhood while he waited. He was always so intrigued by his surroundings.

You heard your father shout "Just a moment!". He must have been doing something before you came. You could faintly hear the sounds of plates and utensils. It was nearly dinner time after all.

After a few seconds of waiting and Malleus asking you a couple questions about your home, the door opened and he turned his attention back to it.

As soon as your father saw him, his eyes went wide, glancing up and down at him. Malleus furrowed his eyebrows right away. Was he afraid of him? His suspicions seemed to unfortunately be confirmed when your father averted his gaze nervously and looked back at you instead.

“Y/N-! Hello. It’s nice to see you again.. And it’s nice to meet you too...” he hesitantly looked over at your very tall boyfriend.

“Malleus.” he said, he tried softening his tone, to see if your father would be put more at ease, but it didn’t seem to work.

Your father nodded, and stepped aside, making way for you and Malleus to go inside. He thanked your father for holding the door open, really hoping that over some interactions he would feel more calm around him, but he couldn't help but feel that same feeling he felt at school. That loneliness in being left out.

He followed you, a little absent-mindedly looking at the decorations in your house's walls while you looked for your mother. She was in the dining room, finishing to set the table when she heard your footsteps. She turned around, smiling, "Hello, Y/N!" She said happily. Her smile vanished and her jaw dropped as soon as Malleus stepped out from behind the wall, "Good evening. Nice to meet you, my name is Malleus." He politely introduced himself.

Your mother stumbled a bit with her words, but ultimately found the right ones after a couple moments. "Nice to meet you, Malleus..! Ah, both of you can come have a seat, dinner is almost ready." She turned her attention back to the dishes she was setting down before she went back to the kitchen to help her husband in case he needed anything.

"I think they're afraid of me..." Malleus looked over at you, a slight frown present on his face.

You reach out to his face with a bit of help from him bending down slightly, and you cup his cheeks. "They might be, but once they get to know you a little better, they'll love you... I'm sure of it." You tried reassuring him, and he trusted your words, nodding a bit before you gently pulled away from him.

You two went to wash your hands before sitting at the table and patiently waiting. Malleus took the opportunity to ask you a few more questions about your home, and how things were around, and you were happy to respond.

It wasn't long before your parents came back into the living room with a couple different pots and pans in hand, setting them down on the bases so they wouldn't directly touch the tablecloth.

"We made your favorite." your father smiled at you, uncovering the food.

They served you, Malleus, and then each other, and now you were all sitting and eating together.

You decided to speak, since you felt a little bad to only properly introduce him now. You were happy yet hesitant that he was letting you be the one to break the news to your parents. "Mom, dad." You started, and they looked at you. "Ah.. well, you see. I invited Malleus to come with me today, because.. I wanted to introduce him to you.. He's my boyfriend." You were a little awkward in the beginning of the sentence but gradually gained more confidence in your words.

Your mother's eyes widened, she blinked and looked at Malleus, then back at you.. "Excuse me? He's your boyfriend?" To be honest, she kind of expected it and didn't at the same time. It still surprised her despite her having that thought in the back of her mind ever since you told them you were bringing someone over.

Your father frowned right away, shaking his head lightly, of which Malleus took notice... It hurt him a little to see these initial reactions.

"That's... A shame really. We had an announcement to make for you. We were going to put it off since you were bringing someone over, but..." Your father looked over at your mother, who took the lead, "We're already in the process of arranging you a marriage with someone else." She said.

Your eyes were wide. What...? They were arranging a marriage for you? And they didn't even consult you before they started doing so? "What do you mean?" You said. You knew what they meant, but were having trouble processing it. They were always very strict in the past, sure. But you really thought and hoped that they would at least give you freedom when it came to your romantic life. Your social life in general. They had up until now, with your friends, so why couldn't you love who you loved?

"You know exactly what we mean." Your father said, his expression hardening and his fists clenching around his fork and knife. "We want the best for you, Y/N. That includes your long-term wellbeing and happiness. And specially now... How can we possibly rest when you're dating a monster?" He said coldly. His eyes glancing over at Malleus's for a moment, before they turned back to you. "How can I possibly entrust you to... This? He'll tear you apart. I'm sure of it!"

Malleus felt his heart clench, almost. Those words really hit him.. specially when he was trying so hard to make a good impression on them. They were your parents, after all. He wanted them to have a good opinion of him, and yet here they were berating him and trying to replace him instead.

He opened his mouth to speak, after all, he didn't want to let them do this to him. He was sure you didn't think of him as a monster, and he wanted it to be known. But you were already one step ahead.

"A monster?" You put your utensils down as you stared at them, your mind still having trouble comprehending their sentences. Malleus closed his mouth, turning his attention to you.

"The only monsters I see here are you." You furrowed your eyebrows. Your father seemed more than displeased. "Pardon?" "You heard me. How dare you say those horrible things about my boyfriend... He's sitting right here, you know?" You placed your hand on his gently, and you stood up from your seat so you could look down at them. "Malleus isn't a monster. Appearance doesn't make someone a monster. He looks different, but he's beautiful... And he's the kindest man I've ever met.. He's so gentle, and funny, and interesting... He treats me super well... I couldn't possibly ask for a better partner. I don't want whoever you're trying to offer me to, and I definitely won't tolerate you insulting the love of my life." Your eyes narrowed. You glared right through them. "You don't even know him.. you can't even begin to imagine just how gentle he is... How protective.. you can't begin to imagine just how pleasant our walks are, and how he can keep me hooked on any topic of conversation... He knows so many things, and yet so little... And... It pains me to see you insult him this way. He tried his hardest to be polite.. he asked me countless of times how he should greet you, how he should behave... And you can't even look past the fact he looks different from us.. pathetic, if you ask me." You didn't hold back.

Your parents were shocked, to say the least. You never really talked back to them like this... But they had really struck a nerve. You knew just how lonely and hurt Malleus felt for intimidating everyone. And they were doing nothing to make him feel better. They only mad him feel even more like he didn't belong. And you didn't want that.

Malleus was staring at you, his eyes slightly wide in surprise. He wasn't expecting you to be so passionate about your love for him. He obviously knew you loved him. But to be honest, he usually wasn't around when you were standing up for him back at school, since the students back there were far too afraid of talking badly about him in front of him, in fear of what he might do.

But... Hearing you speak so passionately about him, and how you were so quick to jump to his defense.. it flattered him. He couldn't help but smile gently up at you. He pushed himself up, grabbing your hand properly in the process, and then he stared at your parents.

"I don't appreciate you trying to take Y/N away from me. I love her more than anyone else could. I tried my best to be polite to you... I didn't intend on scaring you. I truly love your daughter..." His smile was replaced with faint hurt expression, still trying to appeal to your parents.

Your father shook his head once again and glared at Malleus, "You're not welcome here. You're still a monster in our eyes." You could tell he had started to tremble slightly after Malleus stood up. Same for your mother.

You couldn't handle this. You intertwined your fingers with Malleus's. He could swear he had never seen you this bothered before.. and neither had your parents. "A family that doesn't welcome the love of my life, doesn't welcome me either. Let's go, Malleus... I don't want to be here anymore." You gently pulled him along, and he gladly followed.

"Y/N! Get back here! You can't just leave?!" Your mother raised her voice, but you ignored her and left the dining room, your boyfriend following right after.

The two of you left the house together, your blood was still boiling.. you couldn't believe they could be so rude to him... "I'm sorry.. about my parents. I didn't think they'd be like this.." you let out a soft sigh, and Malleus stopped, making you do the same.. He gently leaned down and kissed your forehead lightly. A tender smile appeared on his lips as he pulled away and you felt your cheeks heat up slightly.

"Y/N. It's alright... If anything, thank you." you stared up at him, confused at his thanks. "I had no doubt that you loved me back... But it's rather reassuring and comforting to see you jump in to defend me so hastily... Thank you, for saying such sweet things about me..." He confessed, ending it with a thank you again.

You stared at him, a small smile creeping up to your lips. "It's nothing... It's just the truth. You're beautiful... Both inside and out. I would never trade you for whoever they had planned... I'm sure you wouldn't let that happen either." You chuckled slightly as he proudly nodded.

He couldn’t have asked for a better girlfriend either. You really made him happy.

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"Please, Leona! I'm begging you, be decent.." you pleaded.

"I'm not gonna change just 'cause we'll be visitin' your parents."

"I'm not asking you to change! Just don't be so rude like 99.9% of the time!"

"Tch. Yeah, sure, whatever ya say." He rolled his eyes as the two of you were walking towards your house.

You were nervous, honestly. You had told him about him meeting your parents, and he wasn’t pleased at all. Family gatherings weren’t Leona’s thing, and you knew that. But you really wanted to introduce your new boyfriend to your parents.

The problem was, your boyfriend had a severe case of foul language and zero patience. So it was basically a recipe for disaster.

Your parents weren’t super strict, they were a little, but it was nothing major, so you were still a little hopeful that maybe they’d be like you and actually find Leona’s demeanor kind of funny instead of rude.

You arrived at your door and gave one last pleading look towards Leona, as if you were begging at this point, before you rang the doorbell. 

It didn’t take long for your mother to come pick up the door, she smiled, although her smile turned a little nervous when she noticed Leona... He looked a little intimidating with that scowl on his face. “Hi, Y/N! It’s lovely to see you again. And this is..?”

Leona stared right through your mother’s eyes and said, “Leona Kingscholar.” and refrained from adding a cocky “remember that.” at the end. Despite his attitude, he still wanted to make some efforts for you. It was your family after all, and you did ask him. 

Your mother felt a shiver down her spine due to his look, and she nodded, letting you both in, “I see, nice to meet you, Leona. It’s wonderful to have a guest around. Y/N doesn’t bring friends over very often.” You shook your head at the needless detail. It wasn’t like you spent that much time at home since you were always at the dorm anyways. You only came around during holidays or other specific occasions and it was also when everyone else went to visit their families.

“That’s ‘cause she doesn’t have any.” your boyfriend said, a smirk creeping up to his lips. You gasped and hit him gently on his arm, “Leona!” you chuckled lightly and shook your head. His teasing was always hilarious. And to be fair, Leona wanted to put you at ease too, so he was messing with you a little. You seemed nervous and he took notice of it.

Unfortunately, your mother didn’t find that so funny, but she simply didn’t react. She guided you both to the living room, where your father was, taing care of a few papers. “Honey, Y/N is here with her friend, you can take care of that later.” She went to sit on the armchair while your father put the papers away on the coffee table, “Ah, Y/N! And Leona, if I heard correctly?” He asked.

“Yeah, you did.” Your boyfriend took a seat and made sure to occupy 80% of the couch he was supposed to be sharing with you. Honestly, everytime he heard “Y/N’s friend” when referring to himself, his blood boiled a little. You were his, and he was yours. He wasn’t your friend. And he wanted to make that clear. He honestly couldn’t wait for you to be the one to reveal it. “I’m her boyfriend. Not her friend.” his scowl was back as he glared over at your parents. You frowned a bit as you sat in the little spot he left for you. You wanted to be the one revealing it, only because you knew he’d say it so bluntly too.

Your mother raised an eyebrow, “Huh? Her boyfriend?” She looked at you, then at Leona, then back at you, before saying, “Is this true.. Y/N?” she had a slight frown present on her face.

Leona cut you before you had even opened your mouth, “Why would I lie about that?” He was very clearly displeased, “I’d gain nothin’ from it.” 

“I was talking to my daughter. Not you.” your mother retaliated. “Y/N. I don’t support this.” 

“But mom-”

“No. Leave him at once... The boy we found is much better for you...” 

Your eyes widened momentarily, before your frown was back, “The boy you found? What does that even mean?” 

“We found someone for you. To be honest, we’ve been wanting to arrange a relationship for you for a very long time... even more so after seeing... this..” your father’s drifted over to Leona.

The beastman wasn’t happy at all. He glared hard at you father, “Hah? This what?” he spat.

“Dad, no way I’m getting into a relationship with someone I don’t know! Someone you’ve arranged for me! Specially when I already found someone myself!”

“Look at who you found, Y/N! You find this man worthy of being your boyfriend? Seriously? Have you seen how he talks? I’ve never met someone as rude.”

“Then ya haven’t met many people, this ain’t even the full extent of what I can say, “dad”.” His tone turned more and more aggressive by the second.

Your father gritted his teeth, and raised his voice. “Enough! Y/N, I don’t tolerate th-” 

“No! Enough for both of you! All of you, even!” You yelled at both your parents and Leona.

The three of them blinked a couple times before turning their attention to you. Both Leona and your father were about to protest but you shot them a glare as you continued. “First of all, I am not leaving Leona just because you don’t think he’s right for me. He’s got his rude episodes but he’s an amazing guy nonetheless and he’s hilarious! You don't even know him for two seconds and you're already insulting him... Second of all, if I’m not leaving him, I’m DEFINITELY not gonna date whoever that man you found is. Not a chance. My taste in partners is perfectly fine. I don’t need a plain whitebread guy in my life when I have the perfect boyfriend already. He’s smart, strong, kind... to me, and he treats me incredibly well even if it might not seem so based on how blunt he is. First impressions aren’t everything. You don't even know a fraction of what he does for me. I've never been happier, and I'm not trading my happiness just so you can "rest easy" simply because of how blunt Leona is.” You sighed frustratedly.

“Frankly, Y/N! What do you even see in this guy! First impressions aren’t everything but I can already tell what he acts like if he can’t even put on some manners and basic etiquette when coming into a stranger’s house! Specially someone older! No way we’re supporting this relationship. We were already planning your marriage to the other boy too!” You mother was now glaring at you.

Leona wasn’t finding this conversation the least bit amusing. He stood up from the couch, grabbing your hand and pulling you up with him. “The only person she’ll be marrying is me.” He gritted his teeth, “I don’t wanna spend even another second in this place.” He pulled you along as he started walking out.

Your cheeks heated up, a light pink dusting over them as you let your boyfriend guide you out. The comment he made about you marrying him made you a little more excited and happy than you’d ever admit to him.

“Oh, and “daddy”? “mommy”?” he mocked, “Your little boy could never give Y/N the life she can have with me. I don’t really give a shit about provin’ ya wrong, but hey, if it makes ya happy, I’ll turn your daughter into a princess. A real one.” he presented the cockiest smirk you had ever seen him flaunt, and he pulled you along, slamming the door, while your parents didn’t even protest, but were instead silently thinking about his last words before he left.

He was angry, to say the least. He hated that they were trying to take you away from him. You were his. You could tell just how angry he really was...

Your parents had no idea he meant everything literally. He’d make you a real princess after your marriage. He’d make sure no one could stop him. 

“Tch. Your parents are a real handful, herbivore. Didn’t know I was signin’ up for an insulting spree.” he sighed, still holding your hand.

“Yeah... Neither did I. I mean... To be fair, you did provoke them a bit.. but even so, I can’t believe they were planning on marrying me off to some other dude! I feel kind of betrayed, honestly...” 

“No wonder. It’s whatever though. Not like they can have any control over ya if I steal you away.” 

“Guess so~... But thanks for pulling us out of there, I was going to do the same, actually..”

“Hm.” he hummed in acknowledgement, and a small smirk crept up his lips again, “You surprised me though, what was that little moment of yours? Jumpin’ in to defend me as if I don’t have claws of my own.” he teased. But deep down, he was grateful. Happy too. The things you said meant a lot, even if they were rather simple things to him, it warmed him up t hear you say them. He’d rather die than admit how happy it made him though. He has his massive pride in the way of revealing his true feelings.

“I know you can defend yourself” But they were making me way too angry for me to just stand there and let you be the only one doing the talking... After all, not only were they berating my perfect boyfriend, they were trying to force me to get a new one.” 

“True. I just never knew ya had it in ya. Guess I’ll have to reward you when we get home, a reward for your bravery that, oddly enough, you never show me.” he kept teasing you the whole way back. But he was just happy that awful meeting was over.

Why isn’t there a Christmas event in the game, we have new years sale now where is the Trusty Reindeer event?!?!❤️❤️ I give anything to see the characters in a Santa or reindeer like outfit especially Leona and Riddle. This story is drowning in adorable fluff and I love it ❤️❤️❤️ amazing work @thebettybook

🎁 Leona’s Present 🎁

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🍓 Leona Kingscholar x mc!reader

🍓 Warning: none; an all-fluff story, enjoy~ Also, I depicted Christmas as more of a celebratory/romantic holiday in this fic since I personally don’t celebrate Christmas religiously.

🍓Text borders used from “Cute Kaomoji”

🍓 Extra notes: This story is for @bunnwich’s and @comingyourlugubriousness’s winter 2022 event! Happy Holidays, everyone! :)

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The candied-orange and eggnog-yellow flickers of fire crackled in the fireplace of the living room as powdered-sugar-white snow fell outside onto Ramshackle dorm’s windows.

You wrapped the pink quilt embroidered with gingerbread houses and snowmen around yourself tighter and shifted a bit in your laying position on the green-and-white-striped holed-up couch.

Before you, the oak coffee table held various wrapped dishes: a bucket of fried chicken, a box of cheese pizza, and a bowl of potato salad. The flimsy film of the wrappers on each dish began to clear up as the steam on each dish lessened.

You reached for your phone, which rested on top of your stomach. 11:50 p.m. Leona was still out delivering presents to all beings of Twisted Wonderland with Idia Shroud due to their roles as the respective Trusty Reindeer and The Green One.

The last texts Leona sent you were “Going to Scalding Sands now” and a picture of the dazzling night sky above Scalding Sands dotted with diamond clusters of stars.

You knew that it probably wouldn’t be realistic for Leona to return to campus by midnight; he’d probably come back from flying around the world on Idia’s high-tech chariot by the dawn of Christmas.

However, you still had a smidge of hope that Leona would get to have a belated Christmas Eve dinner with you. Grim and the Ramshackle Ghosts already went upstairs to sleep hours ago, and you insisted to them that you would wait up for Leona.

11:58 p.m. You pulled the quilt over your head, too comfy on the couch by now to want to trudge up the rickety wooden staircase to your and Grim’s room. It’s ok, I’ll see Leona tomorrow.

Your eyes fluttered shut and you shifted your head on the couch’s throw pillow, which was a tad uncomfortable due to you hiding Leona’s present under it. Still, you found yourself unable to sleep as you wondered where in the world Leona was now.

Was Leona flying over the snowy mountains of the Shaftlands? Or was he flying over the lush grasslands of Afterglow Savannah? As you drifted off into dreamland, you hoped that wherever he was right now, Leona was at least keeping warm.

12:25 a.m.

The knob of the Ramshackle front door clicked, and the quiet dorm filled with the thuds of footsteps from heavy boots that could only belong to a certain Trusty Reindeer.

Leona closed the door and slipped out of his black snow boots. He yawned, rubbing his hands covered by mittens together after trekking through the snow-covered campus from Main Street (where Idia dropped Leona off) to Ramshackle.

There wasn’t a crack of light in Ramshackle except for in the living room, which emitted a soft golden glow. Leona made his way to the living room, following the scent of food and the sound of your snores.

Too tired to take off his reindeer antler headband, mittens, and knitted outerwear, Leona approached the couch with half-lidded eyes. He lifted your quilt, diving under the quilt to join you. Not caring that he would wake you up, Leona wrapped his arms around your waist.

Home. Leona buried his nose into the crook of your neck, eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled your familiar and comforting scent.

“Leona?” your voice, albeit somewhat groggy, was the only Christmas melody Leona needed to hear. The first thing you saw when you woke up was Leona’s reindeer antler headband. “When did you get here?”

“Just now,” Leona hummed, not bothering to lift his head up or open his eyes. Your hands wriggled up from underneath him to flick the golden jingle bells on his reindeer antler headband.

“Welcome home, my Trusty Reindeer,” you giggled at the merry jingling of the bells. Leona lifted his head up to greet you with his mistletoe-green eyes.

“I’m not a reindeer, herbivore,” the lion beastman huffed at the headband. “Tch, being stuck as a Trusty Reindeer with that Radish Sprout as the Green One is real tiresome.”

“Really?” you tapped the tip of Leona’s nose, which shone a faint shade of red due to flying through the chilly winter sky for hours on end. “‘Cuz your nose is as red as a reindeer’s.”

Leona replied by leaning forward and rubbing his nose against yours. “There, my nose is warm now.”

“Is being the Trusty Reindeer really that bad?” you smiled and arched an eyebrow as Leona released you from his arms and the two of you sat up on the couch. He took off his mittens and then the reindeer antler headband, glad to be rid of it. “Also, how did you and Idia finish delivering presents so fast?”

Leona eyed the coffee table with wrapped food and grabbed the bucket of fried chicken; he didn’t have dinner earlier due to delivering presents nonstop with Idia.

“We used his drones to deliver gifts to people while I created a cloaking spell so people wouldn’t see the drones, us, and the chariot,” Leona explained as he munched on a fried chicken drumstick. “Not everyone’s gonna be asleep by like 10 p.m., so the mystery of the Green One delivering gifts isn’t really a mystery. The cloaking spell and drones helped in delivering presents faster and more efficiently, especially with all the time differences.”

“Sounds like you and Idia made a pretty good team,” you leaned your cheek against the palm of your propped-up elbow and tipped your gaze at Leona. “I know you don’t like being the Trusty Reindeer, but I’m really proud of you, Leona. You did important work.”

Leona’s munching slowed as he thought about all he and Idia saw during their journey around the world: households with full and happy families, households with families mourning the loss of loved ones, and those who didn’t even have homes or families.

He knew all those people’s names by memory from the letters he and Idia read and replied to weeks ago addressed to “The Green One,” and how those letters contained wishes for gifts, for love, for guidance, etc.

Other people’s business never really bothered nor affected Leona, but from his experiences as the Trusty Reindeer, Leona learned about others’ lives that were so different from his own, if only through a couple of sentences.

“Even if the Radish Sprout and I have to give people gifts and protect the spirit of Yuletide, there’s nothing we can do about their personal lives,” Leona set down the bucket of fried chicken and leaned back against the couch. “What’s the point of these roles then when there’s nothin’ he and I can do to help them, yet they look to us during this time of year for help?”

“Well,” you moved the quilt over your and Leona’s laps to keep the both of you warm. “I personally think that even by just giving people around the world gifts and replying to their letters, you and Idia are helping them in some way. You and Idia are reminding them that especially during this time of year, they aren’t alone.”

Leona gazed at you in silence for a few seconds before plopping his head onto your shoulder. “It’s giving ‘em false hope more than anything, but I can see what you’re saying, even if it is a real cheesy way of putting it,” Leona replied with his expression full of thought, without a hint of his usual snarkiness. “…This job’s tougher than I gave it credit for. And to answer your question earlier, no. Being the Trusty Reindeer, as troublesome as that title is, ain’t so bad.”

You intertwined your fingers through Leona’s, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “So will we be seeing you as the Trusty Reindeer next Christmas?” you teased. “Ah! Speaking of Christmas, I have your present.”

You revealed the gift you had hidden under the throw pillow: a somewhat-small rectangular box wrapped in ebony wrapping paper and tied with an emerald ribbon.

“That eager to exchange gifts, huh?” Leona smirked. You handed the gift to Leona, who tore through the ribbon and wrapping in an instant.

He opened the box, which contained a golden heart locket necklace. The inside of the locket revealed his cropped picture on the left heart and your cropped picture on the right heart. The two images of you and Leona were from a selfie you had on your phone. It was from when the two of you tried on matching lion onesies that one time Leona went fall shopping with you months before the two of you started dating. Leona’s comically grumpy expression while wearing the lion onesie contrasted your beaming expression, despite Leona leaning his head against yours with utter affection when you took the selfie.

“Heh, I remember when we took that photo,” Leona grinned down at the locket. “Did you know I was crushin’ on you by then?”

“Really?” you cooed as Leona scooted to sit with his back to you and gave you the necklace to put it on for him. You brushed his mane to the side and clasped the necklace around his neck.

“Yeah, I called you cute and everything,” Leona turned around to face you as the heart locket necklace dangled and glinted in front of his chest. “Thought I gave it away.”

“Well, now I know,” you snaked your arms around his neck and snuggled closer to Leona.

“Thank you,” Leona nuzzled the top of your head. “As for your gift, well, etiquette dictates that I have to give ya a gift too, but we both know my presence is a present in and of itself.”

You leaned back a bit to see Leona’s mischievous wink and ever-so-smug smirk, to which you responded with a loving eye roll.

“I’m kiddin’, ‘course I got you a gift.” Leona rummaged through the large front pocket of his knitted outerwear and took out a gift wrapped in (your favorite color) wrapping paper and tied with a slim gold ribbon.

“‘To Y/N’,” you read on the package as Leona handed it to you. “‘Love, Leona.’ Awww.”

You tore through the packaging, gasping in awe at a (your favorite color) notebook with gold-lined pages.

“Look at what’s inside,” Leona urged as a proud smile made its way onto his face at your cute expression.

Your fingers danced on the thick cover of the notebook as you opened it to the first page. To your surprise, penned words in black ink greeted you.

On each page, Leona wrote little diary entries of each place he visited during his journey with Idia to deliver presents. Each page was written from top to bottom with Leona’s thoughts and feelings to make you feel like you were there with him. He also started each diary entry with a timestamp.

One page read: “10:28 p.m. We just finished delivering gifts in Afterglow Savannah. I can’t believe I had to send a drone to my own home to deliver the furball’s gifts. Did you know Cheka wrote to the Green One asking for a ton of toys, but mostly asking for me to come home? Wouldn’t he be overjoyed to find out that I’ll be home tomorrow.”

You chuckled as you read Leona’s words. “Cheka would be so happy to know that you were the Trusty Reindeer,” you lifted your head up from reading the notebook to smile at Leona.

Leona would be spending the next few hours with you, but he also planned to go back to his family’s palace in Afterglow Savannah at 7 a.m. to celebrate Christmas morning with his family. He usually wouldn’t wake up so early, and Leona also dreaded the fact that Farena planned matching Christmas sweaters for the whole family, but he knew that a certain five-year-old nephew of his would leave him a million calls if he wasn’t home on Christmas morning.

“I can just see the furball pestering me with endless questions,” Leona sighed, despite feeling a teeny bit proud of himself for taking part in delivering his nephew’s Christmas gifts.

“How did you have time to write all of this?” you wondered aloud as you skimmed through more pages.

“I had a lot of time to kill when we were flying in the sky,” Leona leaned his head against yours to read one of his entries with you. “The Radish Sprout programmed the chariot to fly on autopilot, so I didn’t have to drive. Tch, he kept calling me ‘the bad-boy-type character with a hidden soft side’ when I was making your gift. Whatever that means.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter at Leona being called “the-bad-boy-type character with a hidden soft side” by Idia as you reached the last page.

The last page wasn’t as detailed as the previous pages; it simply contained the sentence “May we travel to all these places together in the future, because going to all these places sure as hell wasn’t half as fun without you” and Leona’s neat signature at the end.

Your eyes, which sparkled as bright as a star on top of a Christmas tree while reading the last sentence, began to tear up.

“I love it,” you set the notebook down to throw your arms around Leona’s neck and pepper him with kisses. “Merry Christmas, Leona.”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” Leona whispered, his hands caressing the curves of your sides. He tipped your chin up and leaned in to lock his lips with yours.

While Leona adored the heart locket necklace from you, there was no better present than your presence.

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