Chief Requirement To Become A Madrigal Husband: Chug A Gallon Of LOVE MY WIFE Juice With Every Square

Leona Kingscholar x Reader

He’s In Love

Three times others realized he was in love, and the one time he realized it.

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Ruggie found pride in the fact he was one of the few who could wake Leona without completely angering him. Of course, he had food with him every-time he woke the prince so that most likely has something to do with it. However, Ruggie will take his wins and successes where he can get them. Today however, was not one of those days. Ruggie simply did not have the time to get Leona his lunch and deliver it to him in the botanical garden. Instead, he found himself seated at a lunchtable, papers scattered around him as he crammed for his exam next class. Maybe he should have studied like Jack suggested.

You offered to take Ruggie’s place of handling Leona and Ruggie, feeling the stress of failure, happily accepted the offer. He didn’t think about the fact that Leona would not like being woken up by you, or the fact that you did not know what Leona liked to eat. He was too busy looking at his papers to even notice you left the cafeteria without a single ounce of food in your hands.

He looks up from his writing when he hears someone sit in front of him, eyes widening upon seeing you. You smile at him. “I got him.” Ruggie blinks, pencil going slightly slack.

“What do you mean you got him?” You tilt your head, pointing over to the lunch line. Ruggie thought he died and went to heaven when he looked over. He saw Leona of all people, standing in line. His tail was flicking in slight agitation, and he was looking around the room with boredom, but he was there. Ruggie’s view snaps back to you. “How did you manage that?!”

“I asked him to come to the lunchroom since it was time to eat?” You didn’t seem to grasp what was so baffling about the situation. Ruggie blinks once, then twice. He looks down at the table and realizes you don’t have any food.

“Where’s your food?” You go to respond before food is placed in front of you. Ruggie watches as Leona is the one to place said food, ruffling your hair as you say thanks before taking a seat next to you with his own meal. That’s when everything clicks for Ruggie. He laughs to himself, watching the two of you interact in amusement.

He leans on his hand, wondering how long exactly it will take Leona to notice his feelings for you.

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Cheka very happy to meet his uncle’s friend, you were very nice and happily played with him while Leona napped. Apparently his visit was when you two were supposed to have a study session, whatever that was, but you didn’t seem too upset by his interruption. Cheka pouts, cheeks puffed as he crosses his arms. “I’m hungry though!” You sigh, placing down the toy you had.

“The cafeteria isn’t open…I could try getting you a snack from the dorm’s kitchen, but I don’t want to overstep.” Cheka huffs, looking over at his sleeping uncle before climbing to his feet and rushing over. He climbs onto the bed with great effort before shaking Leona’s arm.

“Uncleeeeeeeee I’m hungry and (Y/N) is too scared to cook!” Your eyes widen in offense at the blunt statement of the child before rushing over to scoop him up.

“Cheka! Let him sleep, come on now!” The little beastman wiggles out of your grip, landing back onto the bed with a thump. Leona’s tail flicks in agitation, ears twitching at the noise. His eyes open and they glare at Cheka. You wince but Cheka simply smiles a toothy grin.

“Let’s go get something to eat! We can have a picnic! Oh! Or a…buffet, or-“ Strings of laugher leave the child’s lips as he’s struck with a pillow by Leona. You’re quick to catch Cheka and prevent him from tumbling off the bed.

“Leona!” You scold and said beastman rolls his eyes.

“He was bein’ too noisy.” You roll your eyes in return, placing a giggling Cheka on your hip.

“Well, since you’re up. Cheka and I are going to go out for a bit.” You turn and Cheka watches from over your shoulder as Leona gets up, beginning to put his shoes on. You bend down, picking up Cheka’s toys and putting them in one of his bags. Leona comes up behind the two of you and Cheka watches as he slaps your hand away when you attempt to open the door.

“No.” That’s all that leaves his uncle’s lips before Cheka watches him open the door for you, stepping to the side to allow you to walk out of the room first. You huff in amusement, stepping through the doorway with Cheka before Leona does the same, shutting the door behind him. Cheka blinks, still on your hip as he watches Leona situate himself to the left of you, tail idly swaying and ears flicking gently at the sound of your humming. Cheka’s own tail begins to sway in happiness. Eyes widening in delight. That’s something his Father does! Holds the door open, walks on the left. Ears perked and ready to listen for whatever his Mother says! And his tail is showing he’s happy! You two are acting like his parents!

You were very confused when Cheka began to call you Auntie/Uncle (Y/N) later that day.

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Jack was not expecting this today. Spelldrive games were never easy, taking a lot of athletic skill to play effectively. However, he seemed to be the only one to notice that their team was doing better than usual. Jack’s ear flicks as he thinks, eyes scanning the sidle lines as he takes a sip of water. His eyes pause for a moment when he recognizes you in the crowd. Your eyes connect and you send over an overly enthusiastic wave. Jack responds accordingly before placing his water down, preparing to go back in.

He watches as Leona moves across the field. Fang piercing his lip slightly as he continues to look. Leona put effort into the game, Jack knew that, this much effort though? No. Gears begin to turn as Jack attempts to think of what was causing it. His family wasn’t here and if they were then Leona would have been a no show. Ruggie could have offered him something…must’ve been a good deal. Jack’s ears pin back as the signal of the game ending rings out across the field. It was always noisy.

The crowd cheers at the results of the game and Jack watches as the other team sulks, feeling slightly smug at the feeling of victory coursing through his veins. Leona is quick to make his way to the bench, grabbing his water and downing it, tail flicking as sweat drips down his forehead.

“Didn’t think you could move like that.” Leona pauses, turning to Jack with a quirked brow. Jack is quick to correct himself. “I mean, I know you’re good, just the effort is a bit surprising is all.” Leona goes go bite back before being cut off by another voice.

“That was great! I still don’t really understand what’s going on, but I think I’ll get it in time.” Jack’s lips curl up as he spots you bouncing on your heels before turning back to Leona. The lion beastman has a small smile on his own lips as he looks at you.

“Yeah? I’ll explain what you don’t get. After a nap though. I’m exhausted.” You nod enthusiastically, folding your hands behind your back.

“Want me to come with? I won’t sleep, but I can stay occupied and quiet.” Leona scoffs.

“I don’t care.” Jack watches as Leona walks away, you taking a stance next to him. Leona is quick to correct where you stand, making sure you’re on his right. Jack watches as your figures get smaller as you make your way to the Hall of Mirrors.

So that’s why today’s game was so easy.

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Leona didn’t need anyone. He was fine all on his own. That’s what his pride and ego told him. He was sitting at his chess board, playing against himself as you read a book on his bed. You were playing with the lion earlier, but became slightly discouraged at losing over and over again. Leona’s tail flicks as he thinks, eyes hovering over the king and queen pieces standing next to each other on the black side of the board. His ear twitches as he hears you move slightly on his bed and glances over.

His ears pin back as he notices the book you were reading lays slack in your hand, your head titled as your back leans against the headboard. How you managed to fall asleep in the position the beastman will never know. Leona watches your chest rise and fall slowly, leaning on his hand as his elbow rests on the table he sits at. That cannot be comfortable. With an eye-roll, he stands up and makes his way over to you.

The book is gently placed on the bedside table, Leona making sure to mark the page. The beastman then gets to work, lifting you up to place you on the bed comfortably. He glances back at the chess board for a moment before looking back down at you. He clenches his jaw before he crawls into the bed alongside you. His breathe hitches as you cuddle up against him and Leona begins to run his fingers through your hair.

A soft smile is on his lips as he continues to play with your hair, making sure to not tug and if he runs into a knot, to gently undo it. He leans down, giving you a soft kiss on the crown of your head before pausing. Leona’s eyes widen in alarm at his actions. Oh…oh. You and him need to have a talk later. Well, he has to talk to you. Leona’s face scrunches up just thinking about it. However, for now he is going to take advantage of the situation and rest.

He wraps his arms around you, closing his eyes as his tail thumps against the mattress. His tail settles as his breathing slows. Yeah…he’ll tell you later. He wants this to continue.

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This is so real and relatable and I want him and I'm in love with him and I could treat him like a king and I wanna be him

you cannot tell me he's not the most attractive man alive

freddy causing emotional damage

花アイスクリーム 🍨🌱

could you maybe write something with zima/зима :3? i loved your writings with neuvilette!!!!

“ Now... now I'm going out for a walk... The moonlight is... beautiful... It's good for writing... Maybe... you should try to write a poem too. ” — zima / gn reader

There’s a particular silence in the air in which you have yet to get accustomed to; but for Zima, it was his comfortably preferred state of existence.

He does not speak a word to you in the middle of this cold expanse, the top of his cheeks a snowy pink hue as the bottom half of his face is buried warm under the top of his coat. This old, stone bridge was icy, yet it was glimmering under the brilliant moonlight. A mere simplicity his eyes followed—from the cracks of stone to the sightless ocean, from the ocean to the cloudless sky, and from the sky to the lonely moon. A serenity that encompassed nature; also only a serenity that encompassed you.

You, who encompassed his blanking mind of ethereal solace no poet could ever portray.

Due to his nature of silence, though it does not register to him—perhaps it does not occur to you how lines and lines of the prettiest sentences form in his head just at the sight of you, nor the penmanship inking the inner folds of his sleeves. They were stained with all the words he can think of to describe you, and all the rhyming lines that rivaled you to the royalty and to the heavens. He was quite dramatic at heart… But you didn’t need to know that.

No, not when he can barely form words around you. Not when sometimes, he has too many words to say and he cannot speak a single one of them. Not when you cloud his thoughts with foreign phrases—so admirably, and so helplessly lovestruck in analogy—he can’t even begin to try and translate to English. And so he keeps his mouth shut under his coat, choosing a silence he knows so well.

He sees you stop at the top of the bridge from his peripherals, halting in his steps to join as you stare out into the moonlit ocean. You were just as cold as he was—he could see it in the crinkle of your eyes; but when your head leans to rest on his arm, there’s a beating of his heart that makes him feel warmer than a fire.

“Are you cold?” you ask, gently like the brushing waves below.

“…No.”

It’s so artful, painfully woven like ribbon around his eyes, like he’s blinded by your brilliance in rivalry to the moon. Any poet would kill for a muse like you.

Yet, he still can’t find the words.

Maybe one day, he’ll be able to ink something. Maybe one day, his pen will be able to form something as beautiful as you are. But for now, in this present moment ( from the moon, to the stars, to the ocean, and to the ever-gleaming ice framing perfectly around the Earth ), even all nature were utterly minuscule to the way he thought of you.

🕰️ ;; thankyew anon for liking all my neuvillette fics because i hope they are clear to show how absolutely deranged and delusional i am over him ( insanity )

Unrealistic Disney fantasies in the 1950s: True love at first sight. Unrealistic Disney fantasies in the 1990s: Your individuality bringing you success. Unrealistic Disney fantasies in the 2020s: Reconciliation with your family.

I want to be a cat so bad

— STRAY (2022) - peak gameplay (02/??)

‘yeah this movie was pretty mid tbh could’ve been better’ (starts fixating on it)

the greatest proposal in history actually