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— RAE’S NOTE; i’m deeply sorry for being this inactive and taking so much time with the requests (;-;). i hope the people who’ve requested something can forgive me for being this bad.

— videogame; disney twisted-wonderland

— type; chats

random chats with the twst guys

part IX

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR!

FLOYD LEECH!

IDIA SHROUD !

SILVER!

SAVANACLAW TWST LINE STICKERS

© artwork belongs to disney official line stickers!

notes

1. if you’re planning to make it an emoji to your discord server, the file is not 256kb so you’d have to decrease the file yourself (or i could make a separate one but idk)
2. had a bit of trouble on jack’s part but i went with “I’ll take care of it” since it makes much more sense （＾ワ＾）

i guess octavinelle is next

Reverie - Leona Kingscholar

Another product of “I heard this song and now I must write.” Which usually tends to produce my best work so…yay!

Also, many many thanks to @pocketchina for beta reading this. I love her. 

Music Inspiration: Can You Hear Me Now by The Score

Trigger Warning: death

~~~~~

              A concoction of screams, cackling, and a swirling sandstorm fills the air. A voracious tempest encasing the city devours those that stumble inside. Innocents scatter like frightened prey while the royal guard, morbidly outnumbered, attempts to subdue the flood of chaos. Down go two—three—more. They never stood a chance against a coordinated pack of cutthroat hyenas. Claws, fangs, knives: nothing is off limits for the outcasts. Destruction is their command and they’re going to tear this city down.

              Strolling his way through is the former crown prince. Step by step, he goes, admiring the disorder abound. Those consumed by the anarchy pay him little mind, too busy struggling for their own sakes to realize he’s the cause of all their strife. Nevertheless, he’s finally ready to take what should rightfully be his. And this marvelous show will be his crowning glory—proof of what should have always been. None shall question who should stand above them when he’s sitting comfortably on the throne.

              Fingers drag along the wall of a passing building. Such a gentle touch brings utter ruin as the structure disintegrates in a matter of moments. The devastation wrought brings a smile to his face.

              Noticed by a guard witness to the decay, he now finds himself the target of a sharp spear. He has little hope besting her in strength but as the storm proves, he doesn’t need to. All it takes is a wave of his hand to disarm the woman. Then fear rightfully falls upon her face and she’s smart enough not to continue her plight. Such poor fate, however, puts her at the mercy of the delinquents lying in wait. She was never going to make it.

              At the heart of her wailing city, the royal palace fairs no better. The preceding party certainly had its fun wreaking havoc in preparation for his arrival. Every window is shattered, anything not nailed down now sits upturned, and there’s even a hole blasted into the side of the palace. Of course, not a guard alive greets him and he briefly wonders if they remembered his warning. This is what he’s been waiting for his whole life; it would be a shame if someone were to take that from him.

              Much of the same anarchy lies inside, still no attention given him. Even so, the anticipation is beginning to swell in his chest.  

              Without issue, he arrives at his destination where a trio are busy throwing taunts through the door.

              “Open up, your majesty!” one howls.

              Another snickers. “We promise not to bite until after you’re dead!”

              The third—the one at his side for so many years—spots him.

              “They inside?” he asks.

              Sharp teeth glint in that grin and eyes gleam with hunger. “You bet.”

              A hand waves them away, leaving the cornered family for the prince to deal with. The door stands no chance and lets him pass upon its disposure. Inside, a corner accommodates the family and from there, the king’s amber eyes find him.

              “Thank the Seven you’re here! We—”

              Before his brother can take a step closer, his wife has the good sense to stop him.

              “What’s going on here?” she snarls.

              Remnants of the door are dusted from his hands. “Did you really think I would be content with the hand I was dealt?”

              Disbelief rattles the king’s voice. “You’re behind this?”

              A smirk shows pride in his work. “You were expecting someone else?”

              “How could you?! We’re family!”

              “Don’t blame me; blame this country.” That self-satisfied simper flips. “This nation praised you for being born. They didn’t give a damn if you had the power or the brains to run a kingdom. And now they’re doing the same for that brat of yours. Meanwhile, I was born and all I got was pity and mockery. Yet here I am, using what they insulted me for to take it all away from you.” His good mood returns. “Takes real balls to do that, don’cha think?”

              The queen’s teeth show. “For you to take the throne, you would—”

              “Have to kill my own brother?” he finishes for her. That scowl deepens. “And his snotty kid? Very perceptive of you.”

              As former captain of the guard, she pushes her way between her husband and the second-born prince. Ears flat, fangs on full display, and tail thrashing, she’s prepared to defend her family.

              He’s gracious enough to give her a chance. “You don’t have to die for them. It’s not your life standing in my way.” The tension in her only coils tighter. Taking pleasure in her fury, his head tilts. “This is your only warning.”

              The king, from behind his wife, speaks. “Listen to him, dear.” She hesitates. “Just go. I’ll find a way to reason with him.”

              Her glare on the usurper burns. His wrist flicks in dismissal. “Go on.”

              No one ever said the queen was a coward. Her battle cry shakes the air, followed by the king’s scream of terror and the young prince’s shrieks. She’s fast and she’s strong, deserving of all her merits, but all it takes is his hand on her wrist. Defiance stains her face until the bitter end as her body breaks down. Still, when all’s said and done, all that’s left is a mound of sand at his feet.

              It never ceases to amaze him how such potential went overlooked for so long. The King’s Roar gave him the power to break down everything to sand. Nations could be crippled, monuments ruined, and monarchies dissolved. But no one acknowledged him for his strength even once.

              That was their biggest mistake.

              “What a shame,” he hums. From his palm pours what’s left. “She really wasn’t all that bad.”

              “MURDERER!”

              Admittedly, he wasn’t prepared for his brother to come swinging, the blow knocking him into the wall. He’s adeptly able to come back from a surprise though, and his retaliation gives him some space.

              Thanks to the fate of the queen, big brother is much more cautious of their proximity. Attack after attack meets thin air and the fun is starting to lose its appeal. To make matters more frustrating, while he misses every swing, his opponent somehow manages to make contact repeatedly without getting caught. This is not how it was supposed to go.

              A fist across the face brings him to his knees. Anger bristles inside. He’s too close to lose now, especially to his carefree brother. Fingers clench around the soft sand.

              Before the king can bring an end to a revolution, debris flies in his face and it becomes all too easy to knock a blinded monarch to the ground.

              That’s more like it.

              “I’m going to make this kingdom better, with merit based on capabilities rather than who was born first. But to do that, the old ways have to die.” His foot stomps down on his brother’s chest. “And you have to die with them.”

              Beneath his boot, the man stares in fear. Just as his wife before him, his body begins to crumble. “P-Please.”

              “You had a lifetime to change this. I’m sick of waiting for you to see what’s right.”

              There’s a pathetic yowl before a force stumbles into his leg. With all his might, even with tears in his eyes, the child tries to topple his uncle. He’s only five; there wasn’t a hope in hell. It really takes no effort to snatch the cub off the floor by his shirt. To his merit, the kid even goes so far as to claw at the hand suspending him in his struggle.

              “No! Not him! Please spare my son!”

              Emerald eyes turn back to the man on the floor. The nephew’s fight starts to die out and the king, himself, is holding on by threads.

              “Sorry, your majesty.” He’s absolutely not. “This is the way it has to be—so says the nation you led.”

              Screams choke on sand until there’s nothing left behind but dust and memories.

              It takes a second of silence for the full realization to wash over him. Practically beaming, the young man turns to ascend the palace, finding his way to the balcony overlooking the city. His accomplices continue scattering civilians and thwarting those that dare fight back.

              “—na.”

              Finally, he’s done it. There’s no one left between him and the throne. Despite all the words thrown at him his whole life, it’s finally his. He can hardly believe it, the ecstasy of the revelation bleeding through him.

              “Le—a.”

              Unable to contain his excitement, the king bursts into laughter.

              “Leona!”

              The savannah storm goes black, the howling wind and cries of fear dying out. Reluctant eyes let in the light, blurring masses clearing into Night Raven’s botanical garden. One of those blurs also becomes his annoying comrade. Forlorn annoyance sits on that face—he knew exactly where to look for the slacker.

              In mourning, the lion groans. “Ruggie.”

              “Seriously, if you skip any more classes, we’re gonna end up in the same year.” A boot nudges the sleepy prince. “Hell, I’ll probably graduate before you at this rate.”

              A hand shoves stray strands from his face as he sits up. “Fuck off.”

              Curses aren’t personal. “Man, you were really dead to the world this time. The whole school could’ve burned down and you woulda snoozed right through it,” the hyena says. “Musta been having a good dream.”

              An ear flickers and the second prince reaches for the sky to stretch. Images flash behind his eyes.

              Slight, nearly imperceivable, a smile creeps onto his face.

              “It was a good dream.”

Yep, new obsession train, CHU CHUUU! 

Much longer than I intended, but meh, I had fun. 

Music Inspiration: Take Me Anywhere - NateWantsToBattle

~~~~~

              “Hey, LeAAAAAHH!”

              Thump!

              “Oww.”

              From above, drowsy emeralds reveal themselves. A pair of chocolate braids dangle over the edge, adding insult to injury as they tickle my face.

              His voice rumbles with sleep. “What are you doing?”

              “Tripping, I guess,” I mumble, pushing myself off the floor.

              “Well could you be noisy somewhere else? I’m tryna sleep.”

              That stings. Heat throbs in my elbows, one particularly unhappy as it weeps with crimson liquid.

              “Good going, klutz.” A hand reaches from the bed and picks up the nearest fabric on the floor. “Here.”

              Immediately, I rear back, holding the wounded limb as far as possible from the pristine, ivory fabric.

              “Leona!”

              “What?” he drawls.

              “That’s a white shirt! You don’t use white shirts to stop bleeding!” My head shakes. “You don’t use shirts to stop bleeding!”

              A groan leaves his throat but a finger aims across the room. “Fine. I think Ruggie stashed a first-aid kit in the dresser.”

              Awkwardly aiming my injury towards the ceiling, I amble towards the dresser, sure to avoid the offending bag that tried to crack my skull open. All kinds of clutter greets me in the top drawer, which feels pretty on par. “Why is all your stuff on the floor anyway?”

              “Ruggie’s been busy so he hasn’t gotten to cleaning my room yet.”

              After some single-handed sifting, I finally find the box—brand-new, never opened. “Really? You get Ruggie to clean your room?”

              “He always does.”

              Sitting again, I fumble with the wrapping on the box until it’s taken from me, then watch the wrappings fall to the floor. My incredulity turns on him.

              “Don’t give me that look,” he says.

              “Wh—But—Why didn’t you throw it away? The bin is right over there.” Literally a few feet from where the rubbish landed.

              “Ugh, you sound just like him.”

              Awkwardly, a little bandage is pressed against my bleeding joint. “Well I was just wounded by tripping on your bag.”

              “Wounded,” he scoffs. “You scraped your elbow.”

              “Still wouldn’t have happened if your stuff wasn’t on the floor.”

              He flops back down onto the bed. “Quit nagging.”

              Teeth clamp together. No longer freely bleeding, I take a few steps to throw the bandage backing into the bin. When I turn back to the laid-back man, I feel a stammer in my chest that desperately tries to keep my words in my throat.

              “Couldn’t you put in at least a little effort? Into anything?”

              Not a single muscle betrays concern or care for my question. “Why bother?”

              I hesitate, knowing that I have no viable argument that will convince him. He’s spent his whole life being told that nothing he does will change his situation—will never get him closer to the goal he was denied at birth. It’s such a shame that that has bled into every aspect of his life, to the point that the future of this relationship is shrouded in a suffocating fog.

              Sometimes I wonder if I’m just a place holder—a thing in his life because he’s a young adult and young adults typically start relationships around our age. Thinking about how easily he might drop me should I make even the smallest demand is terrifying, which always serves to remind me how utterly broken I would be if he did. Still, I give and give and give—I’d do anything to see a real smile on his face—but that desire seems entirely one-sided. And it may be silly to expect a reaction over a small scrape, but to have him dismiss it as simply as a disturbance to his nap…I’ve never felt so small before.

              “What’s wrong with you?”

              The realization of my prolonged pause snaps me back. From beneath one suspicious lid peers an eye.

              A weary smile, worn from all my efforts, slides into place. “Sometimes it’s baffling how different we are.”

              My attention now warrants both eyes watching me. “What does that mean?”

              I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t see through my counterfeit laugh. “Just that we’re different. Makes me wonder why you agreed to go out with me.”

              My attempts to assuage any suspicion succeeds and his eyes shut once again.

              “It was easy.”

              It was easy. Easy. That’s what all this boils down to—just one word. And it’s that one word that shatters my heart.

              Perfectly fine before the fall, I now find myself on the edge of tears and my thoughts scream how irrational I’m being.

              “Is that so?” I question what miracle keeps my voice steady.

              That yawn twists the knife. “Yeah.”

              “Good.” I have to get out of here. “Well, I guess I’ll leave you to your nap then.”

              “Wasn’t there a reason you came running in?” he asks. “Before you crashed?”

              There had been a reason, but not one good enough to distract these spiraling thoughts. “It’s not important. It can wait ‘til tomorrow.”

              “If you say so.”

              A brief goodbye frees me from the situation and a beeline whisks me out of Savanaclaw and straight into the Ramshackle dorm. The constriction in my chest never gives, only becomes easier to carry as I continue my day. Even as I lay on my bed at the end of the day, my heart rattles against a cage, plaguing me until the realm of dreams finally consumes me.

~~~~~

              Click.

              Clack.

              What is that?

              Click.

              Dingey shades of gray morph and warp until they sort themselves out as my room in the Ramshackle Dorm. Nothing seems out of sort as weary eyes blink away the persistent sleep. All is quiet in the shadows; even my feisty feline partner snoozes with only the shark-sized tuna of his dreams as his only worry.

              Clack.

              My gaze snaps to the window. From there I’m certain it came. Feet make not a sound as I slip from beneath the covers and tiptoe into the moonlight.

              Well below stands a familiar figure, another stone bouncing in his palm at the ready. An arm bids me come, but my heart still struggles with my reality. Irritation clear, he waves me down a second time. Exhausted, I sigh; he’s not afraid to cause a ruckus should I refuse. Pajamas are replaced with garments more presentable. Halls ring with silence as even the ghosts are fast asleep so I can only imagine what my snooze-loving boyfriend could want at this hour.

              The door creaks, closing with a muted click as I attempt to keep the noise down. His impatience presents as folded arms and agitation gleaming in his eyes.

              “Leona, what are you—!“

              The question dies when Leona suddenly reaches for me. The moonlit yard falls pitch black, soft pressure wrapped around my head. My attempt to pull the dressing away is thwarted by his stronger grip. A jolt strikes my gut when my feet leave the ground, instigating me to cling to the young man with a chokehold.

              “Leona!”

              “Quit yer squirming.” Another adjustment or two and I find myself securely in his arms. “Oi, loosen up. I ain’t dropping you.”

              I relinquish my grip somewhat, still on edge as I feel him start walking. “What’s going on?”

              “You’ll see when we get there,” he huffs. “So just shut up and hold on.”

              A minor grumble rumbles in my throat, nevertheless, I settle in, face pressed into the crook of his neck. Night air caresses exposed skin, not necessarily cool but also not warm. What I can hear are the peaceful chirps of crickets and the steady rhythm of Leona’s steps. Combined with the soothing scent I’ve buried my nose in, it would only take a single “lovely bunch of coconuts” hummed in his baritone to lull me back to sleep.

              “Oi.” Tension seizes every muscle in my body. “Were you sleeping?”

              Now that he mentions it, sleep did have it’s hold on me for a while. Stretching muscles in on themselves, I hold tighter to the man. “Sorry. Are we there yet?”

              “Not yet.” Suspicious caution fills his voice. “Keep your voice down.”

              Disappointment would be primary, but having my body against Leona’s like this is contentment enough. In fact, it’s relieving. Nevertheless, curious thoughts surround my predicament.

              Rattling cuts the silence, followed shortly by a closing door.

              “Can I look now?”

              “No. I’ll tell you when you can.”

              “Okay. Aaah!”

              My short fall is cushioned by a soft landing, a hand clamping across my mouth immediately after.

              “You don’t have to scream,” he growls.

              Mouth free, I state the obvious, “You dropped me.”

              “You weren’t gonna get hurt.”

              Roaming hands discover my cushy surface is a bed. “Why are you doing this?”

              I hear the amusement. “You haven’t figured it out yet? You’re losing your touch, kitten.”

              Embers beset my ears. “What do you mean?”

              That chuckle stokes the coals. “More importantly, I’m impressed you let yourself be blindfolded and carried away.”

              Somehow, I breathe a little easier. “Well, I trust you.”

              “A mistake you’ll regret one of these days.”

              “I don’t know about that.”

              “Geeze. You really are just a defenseless little kitten, aren’t you.”

              “I wouldn’t say defenseless. I have you, don’t I?”

              Air catches in my chest at the feel of his hands in mine. Lacking sight lets me focus on the rough callouses he’s accumulated over the years and the warmth they exude. An uncharacteristically gentle coaxing helps me off the bed and onto my feet. Hands move to his chest for stability while one of his ventures to my waist. The other tugs free the blindfold he inflicted on me earlier.

              A few blinks clear the hazy view, finding my kidnapper before me not in the clothes he’d abducted me in. He stands now in a pristine, button up shirt, the top few buttons free, and pressed slacks I didn’t even know he owned. Leona’s looks have never been anything to scoff at, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say a sharp-dressed man didn’t impress me.

              His eyes burn with absolute sincerity. “Any sorry soul that even thinks about hurting you will pay the price.”

              A full-blown fire rages beneath the skin. “Leona…”

              A smug grin plastered on his face, he gently nudges my gaze from him.

              This is his room but in a state I’ve never seen. Not a single article of clothing lay strewn on the floor, the bed is made, and neatly organized are all the surfaces. The curtains were rolled up, giving us a view of the starry sky. Bringing a warm light across the room are orbs of light, ambling along in floaty bliss. The softest lullaby fills the silence and I notice my boyfriend drop his phone back into his pocket. If it weren’t for the picture of us I’d placed on his desk myself, I wouldn’t have thought this was Leona’s room at all.

              “What is all this?” I ask in awe.

              “You wanted effort.”

              I can’t help the pulling between my brows. “So you had Ruggie clean your room, do your laundry, and set the scene for you?”

              An ear flickers. “No. I did this.”

              Surprise blows away my apprehension in a heartbeat. “Seriously?”

              “And it was a pain in the ass, so don’t get used to it,” he grumbles. My heart melts when a softer expression turns on me. “But I guess if a little effort’s all it takes now and then to make you happy, you might be worth it.”

              Yes, he said it in the most round about way that could even be a bit backhanded, but I can hear in his voice the vulnerability—something he’s never exposed before, even to me. This is a big deal for him, even if he’d never admit it, and that in itself is proof of what our relationship means to him.

              It takes tremendous strength to divert my relief from a burst of tears to calmly slipping my arms around his neck. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

              I would die for that simper. “You could stand to say it more often.”

              Marshmallows would have a more stability than my heart when Leona’s hands lead me into a slow two-step.

              “So are you gonna tell me what I said to upset you?”

              Toasted marshmallows—that’s what I am now. “Uh…”

              Not necessarily stern, he pointedly remarks, “C’mon. You thought you were slick but I saw right through that.”

              Of course he noticed. “You’re only dating me because it’s easy, right?”

              “That ain’t the only reason, but yeah. You think that’s a bad thing?” When I have no answer, Leona sighs. “Look, even I know relationships take effort—not that I’m the best example. But when I said easy I meant…”

              For the first time, he seems embarrassed. Rather than finish his statement, the point comes across in the gesture of his tail, slipping around my leg, closing the gap.

              Relief, embarrassment, shame: there’s no end to the emotions swirling in me right now. Though I suppose what’s important is that I get it now. Relationships aren’t easy; people have their own flaws and make mistakes and we’re no different. At the same time, it is easy because I know there’s no one else I’d rather be with—there’s no doubt. I used to think that was my unrequited hopelessness, but maybe he’s just as hopeless as I am.

              “You really areamazing.”

              Thankfully, he lightens up. “Now you’re gettin’ it.”

              We’ve had our fair share kisses and make-outs, but I won’t be forgetting the tenderness of the one he places against my forehead.

              Lion ears snap back as the door clicks.

              “Hey, everything okay in here?” It swings open revealing a droopy-eyed hyena. “I heard—”

              The room freezes, Leona’s body radiating the energy of being caught with his pants down. We stare at the unexpected intruder who stares back and the longer it continues, the bigger the blow up will be.

              At the height of tension, it all bursts when Ruggie breaks out in a fit of cackling laughter.

              Radiating heat like a furnace, Leona responds in a menacing growl. “Ruggie.”

              To his credit, the blonde stuffs a fist into his mouth in an attempt to stifle his howl, but he’s almost on the floor, crying from laughter with a few snorts sprinkled in between.

              “Ruuggggiiee.” Leona bristles.

              “I can’t—I can’t believe—HA!” He can barely breathe; it’s impressive he hasn’t wet himself. “You got the big bad kitty wrapped around your finger! KkkkYA HA HA!”

              To his credit, Ruggie’s reaction time doesn’t falter at all as he immediately bolts upon seeing Leona charge.

              The sudden turn of events leaves me stunned, standing in the middle of the room alone. The housewarden does inevitably return to me, grumbling and annoyed, immediately falling onto the bed and taking me with him. I may have started the night uncertain and sad in my own dorm, but there’s no doubt where I’m spending the rest of the night, knowing I’m loved.

~~~~~

              A page flips with some issue, but my other hand is too busy dancing through brunette hair to help. But it’s fine.

              In comes Ruggie to disturb the peace. Looking to me, he asks, “Can you help me?”

              Leona rolls his back to the visitor. “No.”

              My head tilts. “What’s wrong, Ruggie?”

              “I’ve got finals to study for, but I’ve still got a list of chores to do.”

              The housewarden protests losing his pillow as I rise from the sofa to meet Ruggie. Looking over the list in his hands, I realize that these are all chores for Leona. Disappointed, my gaze shifts to the sofa where there’s a flickering ear and a thumping tail.

              Fully aware he’s using me to pick on the big cat, I sigh. “I got this, Ruggie. You go study for your test.”

              The hyena cracks a grin. “You’re the best.”

              “I don’t know about that.” By my hand, a shirt from the floor now resides in the laundry basket.

              “Shye hee hee, if Leona doesn’t marry you, I will.”

              A growl deep in his sigh, the prince stands. Daggers glare at Ruggie as he snatches the pants from my hand before he picks up another. I watch in surprise and amusement as Leona actually starts cleaning his room.

              “Daaaamn. You are a good influence on him.” Standing straight, the lion isn’t even trying to hide his disgust for his friend. An arm slinks around my shoulders. “I never thought I’d see the day when this little lion cub would become a man.”

              Last straw lain, Leona darts at Ruggie who cackles as he scurries from the room. Leona’s chase is halted by my own hand around his wrist. This disruption unbalances the man, and then me, landing us both on the floor.

              Propping himself up, Leona glares down at me. “I told you not to get used to me cleaning up.”

              Laughing softly, I snake my arms around his neck. “I didn’t ask you to. But it’s nice to know you would.”

              “You’re such a pain.”

              “Love you too.”