#of something he said in canon
【 glittering desires】
author’s note: here we go, this is the homage to the fact that fairy gala leona actually came home :’))) look this card is pretty but it was also pretty expensive haha- also we don’t talk abt how fast i wrote this after i got the inspo… anyways. i hope you have fun reading this bc i sure had fun writing it !
characters: gn! prefect, leona kingscholar
word count:1.6k
tags:leona is a bully /lh, your honor this man is madly in love, no bc he’s so mushy and for what ??, he’s 100% whipped, bc he’s leona there’s banter, he sees the prefect and he’s like “wow sparkly…i love them…” that’s it, that’s the fic.
When he woke up from his nap, it was to the sound of their voice. At first, he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him; giving him dreams that were too far out of his reach. Dreams spun of laughter that were far too sweet to ever be fully his. Mere fantasies that Leona couldn’t even believe in, let alone grasp.
And it was annoying how often he found himself dreaming of them lately. Especially after this stupid, annoying task that the damn crow assigned them. So he grunted, pressing his eyes shut further; hoping that the image of them would finally disappear.
That was until he felt the tug on his leg, “Leo~na? Are you still asleep? Geez, how did you even make it up there?”
Ah. That was the real them, wasn’t it?
Weighted eyelids eased open, watching as they clambered up the tree to get to him. He made no attempt to move; keeping his tail as still as he could. Instead, he watched— thoroughly amused— as they huffed, finally managing to haul themself onto a nearby branch.
He chose that moment to finally speak, “Crewel’s gonna flip if you get that dirty.”
Their shoulders jolted, “ Sevens– How long have you been awake for?”
“Just now,” Leona yawned, giving his neck a stretch. “What’re you doing here?” He watched with unease as they situated themself on the branch. He reached for his magic pen, just in case.
“I was looking for you,” They chuckled lightly. “Vil-senpai was flipping his lid over you escaping while he wasn’t looking. He asked me to look for you.”
“And?” Leona had to thank Vil for this opportunity. It wasn’t often that he got time alone with them. “Did he think a herbivore like you could take me back there?”
“Stop being childish,” They tutted, and the decorations on their clothes clinked as they moved. “You know Vil-senpai’s only being harsh because we don’t have much time. And besides, you’re the centerpiece of our show.”
“Damn right I am,” Leona said, infusing his words with arrogance as a ploy. “And this star needs some rest from that guy’s tyranny.”
“C'mon, I’ll accompany you back and watch your practice,” They bargained, holding out a hand. And Leona considered it for a moment. Having them there would be better than not having them there. But that kind of deal was too easy.
He raised a brow, “You think that’s gonna work?”
“Mmm, Ruggie-senpai told me to try it out,” There was a foolish smile on their face. It made Leona look away; frustrated from how unaware they were. “Guess he was wrong.”
“‘Course he was.”
“So then how will I get this great and mighty Leona-sama back to the practice rooms?” A hand was placed exaggeratedly on their chin.
Leona jumped down before they could say another word. It was better to let them trip over themselves to think of how to repay him. After all, the person who wants something is always at a disadvantage. They just had more to lose.
He brushed off his pants, untangling the sash before sparing them a glance, “You coming?”
“Wh- it took me five minutes to get up here-! Hey, don’t leave without me!” Leona paused. His sharp eyes didn’t miss a glint in the grass, pocketing the item as he waited. His ears twitched slightly, making sure that they didn’t just face-plant on the ground.
A moment later and they were next to him, complaining all the while, “Why are you suddenly…no, this is a good thing. But–”
“Just changed my mind,” The corner of his lips twitched at their blatant disbelief. “What? Even stubborn lions can change their minds sometimes.”
They made it into the hallways of Pomefiore before they spoke again, “I’m still trying to figure out your angle.”
“There’s no angle,” Leona said, and their eyes narrowed at him like he was crazy.
“Ah wait,” They stopped in their tracks, patting down their front. “I almost forgot about this.” In their hands were the…weeds that Leona had in his hair. Crewel and Vil had called it an “avant-garde masterpiece of a hair accessory” but really, it looked like a weed to Leona.
“Go and sit,” They tilted their head towards the throne in the center of the Pomefiore lounge.
He scoffed, “No way. There’s literally a normal chair right there.”
And him? Sitting on that shiny excuse of a throne? The very one Vil sat on? Definitely not. Even if a small part of him longed for a throne of his own, that…thing was no throne. It was a toy for make-believe at best.
They tugged at his arm, “Come on, I bet everyone wants to sit in that at least once.” Their eyes met his; twinkling mischievously, “Are you scared someone will see? Everyone’s at their clubs right now.”
“Fucking– just…do it quick,” He grumbled, settling onto the velvet plushness of the so-called throne.
His mouth pressed into a firm line as they drew closer, trepidation crawling under his skin. Their fingers brushed through his hair lightly at first. Then gaining confidence, till they were combing through the brown strands thoroughly.
As they leaned in closer, he watched as they eclipsed the brightness of the chandelier; basking him in their shadow. They were close enough that Leona could smell the scent of flowery perfume clinging onto their clothes; no doubt courtesy of Vil.
They weren’t looking at him. No, they were far too focused on his hair. It was a good thing, really. Because if they were looking at him…well, Leona wouldn’t know how they would react.
Emerald eyes traced over their features: the concentrated crease of their brows, the curve of their cheek, and the length of their nose. The slightest part of their lips, the slow rise and fall of their shoulders almost lulling him into a sense of calm. He clutched at the chair, trying to ward off his observations to no avail.
Sevens, he wanted to kiss them. So badly. But he couldn’t. Not here, and definitely not now. And not when he knew there was a big chance that they would never see him the same.
Instead, he reached a hand up, brushing firmly at their shoulder. That caused them to flinch in surprise, their gaze finally meeting his. His lips parted; throat feeling oddly dry, “There was somethin’ there.”
“Oh,” Their eyes darted to his hand and back. “I think that might be glitter. Grim spilled a whole bunch of it on me earlier.”
“Glitter,” He repeated. “That’s why you’re so…shiny.” He tried to ignore the halo of light that wrapped around the crown of their head, making them a monarch in their own right. Even if all they ruled over was his heart.
“You say that like you aren’t shining yourself, Mr. Centerpiece,” There was one last touch to their hair before they finally pulled back. Leona breathed out a long sigh of relief. “And done. Now it doesn’t look like you rolled around in the bushes.”
“Hah. As if that guy won’t grill me anyway for disappearing,” He stood up, trying to get the feeling back in his fingers from how hard he was gripping the chair. “C'mon, lead the way.”
“You say that like you haven’t been going there every day for this past week.” They say that. They say that and yet they still held his sleeve as they lead the way.
“’M not a kid, herbivore,” Leona said, though he made no move to brush them off. Rather, he enjoyed the sight of them leading him for once.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m trying to make sure you don’t decide to slip away again,” They said as they reached the room. “Now go and accept your fate. Running away is futile at this point.” He stepped in front of them, reluctant to enter the room.
“Hey,” He waited till they were finally looking at him again. He wanted to say a simple 'thank you’. That was what you said to people who you wanted to thank, right?
But what came out instead was, “You almost lost this.” He pulled out the thing he had pocketed earlier. One of their bracelets. He could hazard a guess as to how they dropped it; probably during their earlier tree climbing.
They searched their wrists, eyes wide, “That’s…one of my bracelets.”
“Good of you to notice,” Leona slipped it onto his own wrist. “Come find me after my practice is over 'n I’ll give it back. You owe me, alright herbivore?”
“So there was a catch,” He heard them mutter to themself. “Bastard.”
His tail was high in the air as he lumbered into the practice room from hell. Kalim was in the corner doing squats, for some reason. And Vil was focused on Jamil. Though he was sure that Vil didn’t miss his entrance. Leona took his place near one of the windows, heaving a sigh as he cast a spell to fill the vases with water.
Well, he had to say it was worth the trouble this time. After he finished his laps and tuned in for a lecturing by Vil, he had a, mm, meeting with the herbivore. Their bracelet made a light clink as he started his first lap. Leona felt a smile slowly suffuse his usually-indifferent expression. Ah, he really couldn’t wait after all.
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