"A Distant Memory I Used To Know"

"Different"

Malleus Draconia x GN! Reader

Summary: Ramshackle's perfect seems to catch Malleus's eye but he can't seem to place his finger on why exactly they're so special.

Cw- reader is yuu, Malleus is obvious to his own feelings,Fluff , oneshot

Word count: 984

A/N: again my reqs and asks are open so if you enjoy my work don't be afraid to flood my inbox (I need the ideasヾ⁠(⁠*⁠’⁠Ｏ⁠’⁠*⁠)⁠/)

Malleus really couldn't understand what about you drew him in. He just couldn't think of a logical answer for why you'd occupy his thoughts even if you weren't even there. Or why he got so eager whenever it was time for the class you two shared.

You were different. You didn't try to avoid him like the plague. You never went out of your way to be overly formal with him. You were well. You.

You acted like he was just any other student, not caring of his title and reputation. You'd actually go out of your way to talk to him.

You never wanted anything out of him, just his time, nothing more. It made him happy. That you would be the one to seek him out. The dragon felt like you were a real friend.

Yet that still wasn't enough for the fae. Malleus still didn't understand why you were just so special enough for him to react to you so differently from everyone else.

He didn't know why his face would burn whenever you'd comment on his magic, or when you'd compliment him on the smallest of things.

He tried to chalk it up to him being happy that you actually liked those things and not just saying it to butter him up but that couldn't be the case.

Because soon he started seeking out your praise as well as wanting to impress you. Doing things extra whenever you were watching just for the chance you'd notice(and admittedly compliment him).

Malleus also couldn't understand why his heart would beat so incredibly fast when you'd smile. Whenever you'd smile it was like a ray of sunshine he could bathe in.

He absolutely loved it. He just couldn't understand why. Wh-

"Mal?" You spoke, looking up at the taller figure. You looked concerned before smiling at his startled expression.

"You were so out of it" You couldn't help but giggle. Your laugh was like heavenly music to his ears. The housewarden cleared his throat

"Sorry about that dear [Name], I was just... thinking" The raven hair finally responded. He tried to calm the way his heart raced when you called out to him.

“Are you sure you're good ? you're all red in the face, I hope you're not sick or anything” you said now a bit concerned. It was just like you to pick up on the blush that was now spreading across his face and ears like a wildfire.

Your eyes narrowed playfully, your grin widening. “So what were you thinking about then, you were so out of it you didn't even comment on my story on how cute grim was actually earlier!”

"I... I’m fine," Malleus finally managed, though his voice came out softer than he intended. Clearing his throat once again, he tried to regain some semblance of composure, though his heart pounded furiously against his chest like crazy.

He opened his mouth to answer, but his mind betrayed him. He wasn’t thinking about anything in particular—just you. The way your smile lit up your entire face, the way you spoke to him like he wasn’t someone to be feared or avoided but just... Malleus. Any other student.

"Reflecting," he said at last, though the word felt hollow compared to the complete truth. "On various matters.

You didn’t seem convinced, and the way your lips curled into a knowing smirk made his pulse quicken.

You placed your hands on your hips. “Oh really” you quizzed dramatically raising an eyebrow.

"I-I assure you, [Name], I was merely lost in thought nothing more" he stammered, trying so hard to seem unbothered . But his voice faltered, betraying his calm facade.

"Lost in thought, huh?" you mused, leaning forward a bit, your gaze softening slightly at how flustered Malleus had become.

"I’m sure there’s more to it than that. You always seem so... distracted whenever I talk to you. It’s honestly really cute."

"C-Cute?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t... think I would describe myself as such."

The compliment struck him harder than he liked to admit. His face flushed an even deeper shade of red, and he hastily looked away, it was hard to try and stop the smile tugging at his lips.

It was quite the sight to see.

"Well you don't have to think so," you replied with a wink, your teasing tone shifting into something more genuine ."But “ you continued, moving out of the raven hair’s space a bit.

“I do think it suits you, Mal."

Malleus’ heart thudded loudly in his chest as your words hit him like a truck. He loved any form of praise from you but for the fae this was too much.

His mind was reeling, the words spinning in his head as they tried to make sense of the feelings coursing through him. You thought he was cute. You thought he, Malleus Draconia—was cute. It was something he had never considered before, and yet here you were, saying it so casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Well ..thank you child of man” The housewarden mumbled just enough for you to hear. You smiled and nodded at him.

He really couldn't understand why he felt this way about you. What made this human so special? He couldn't understand, perhaps he'd maybe end up asking Lilia about it.

“Well I should head back to my dorm before Grim manages to rip it to shreds…more than it already is” You chuckled at your own comment.

“Yes it is getting rather late into the afternoon… I suppose this is goodbye for now “ He spoke. It always pained him when you eventually had to part ways.

“Good night Mal!” You waved him goodbye before walking off Into the direction of ramshackle dorm.

“Goodnight…”

Malleus didn't understand his feelings. But he did understand one thing. He didn't want the feeling to ever go away.

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Kalim with a shy/antisocial!reader| headcanons

Just random thoughts happy new year yall(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

* Kalim whose personality is just so much different than yours; he's the definition of extroverted while you were awkward and hated social interactions.

*That never stopped him from falling for you, constantly going out of his way to find where you had gone off to hide from everyone else.

*Kalim who despite constantly being surrounded by people will always have his main attention directed to you.

* Kalim who will always try and drag you around with him trying to get you out of your shell; but if he senses your social battery is drained or you're exhausted will try and tone it down.

Never wanting to accidentally burn you. He's okay with just sitting in silence with you or doing your own thing as long as he can spend time with his favorite person.

*Kalim who somehow broke down your walls you out up to not have any friends and just stay the quiet type . Yet Kalim was persistent and never stopped trying.

He's like a bright sun ray that blinds you in the morning. His laughter always chasing away the awkward and scary feeling you'd get Around big crowds. Over time you've found yourself looking forward to his upbeat company.

*Kalim who totally will order food for you;( they asked for no pickles type shit)

*bonus Jamil is happy that your personality mellows out Kalim in at least some way

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"FIREWORKS"

Pairing: Jamil x Kalim

Cw- none- it's pretty short from what I usually post but I'm so proud of how the writing came out for this

Word count: 662

A/n: I'm working on two x reader requests atm but I have such a whitefang brainrot so I just had to write Abt them. (do Kalim and Jami have an actual ship name btw bc I haven't seen any so I've just been recurring to them as whitefangщ⁠(⁠゜⁠ロ⁠゜⁠щ⁠))

The sound of fireworks drowned out everything around them, bursts of color painting the dark night sky.The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the distant laughter of students celebrating, but for Kalim, all of that faded into the background. His gaze, unwavering, was fixed on Jamil.

For once, Jamil looked peaceful. The tension that usually sat on his shoulders seemed to have magically…vanished, if only for a moment. He wasn't wearing his usual guarded tired expression. He wasn't wearing that mask he put on for others. He was at peace

Kalim had always been, without a shadow of a doubt naive , but he wasn’t a fool. He knew the truth. He knew how Jamil truly deep down, even if it hurt to acknowledge it. It ached his heart so.

No matter how many years they had spent together, no matter how many times Kalim had called him his best friend, Jamil would always see the gap between them. That painful, undeniable gap between the two. Jamil was here to serve not to be his friend.

Yet Kalim treasured moments like this. Moments where the walls between them didn’t seem so high. Where, just for a little while, they could stand side by side as equals. He could pretend they were the same.

A cool and gentle breeze blew, the wind brushing against Kalim’s face causing him to close his ruby eyes, scrunching up his nose. When he opened them again, Jamil was already looking at him.

It wasn’t his usual exhausted stare. There was something softer. Something almost… sincere.

Jamil let out an intake of air he had been holding without even realizing. This was refreshing. After everything that had happened over the past year—the general chaos, the overblots, the endless stress, the burdens he carried.

This moment felt weightless. No responsibilities. No expectations he had to uphold. For once, Jamil wasn’t just Kalim’s shadow, his second in command. He wasn’t just a servant of the Asim family.

He was just… Jamil.

“Happy New Year, Kalim,” he murmured, his voice quiet yet steady, just loud enough to be heard over the distant crackling of fireworks. Jamil couldn't ignore the way Kalim's face lit up instantly, his smile causing his eyes to crinkle.

“Happy New Year, Jamil! Here’s to another year with my amazing vice housewarden!” he chirped, placing his hands behind his head.

Jamil let out a quiet exhale, forcing himself to turn back toward the sky before Kalim could see the way his ears were burning.

He could still feel Kalim’s gaze on him, so warm, so unrelenting. His fingers twitched at his side, and on instinct he reached up to pull his hood over his face—only to remember he wasn’t wearing it. Instead, his fingertips brushed against something else. A flower.

He had almost forgotten it was there, tucked neatly into his dark hair. A small, white flower that

Kalim had placed there earlier in the night, despite Jamil's protests. Laughing as he insisted it suited him. Jamil had scoffed at the time, but for some reason, he hadn’t taken it out.

Kalim’s smile somehow grew even wider at the sight. A blanket of comforting silence fell over the two. They were taken back when they heard a voice call out to them

“Jamil, Kalim! Get over here already!”

Yuu stood a few feet away, holding a very drowsy Grim in their arms. The little monster let out a tired mumble, nuzzling into Yuu’s jacket, barely able to keep his eyes open after stuffing himself with whatever food he could get his paws on.

Jamil nodded and, without thinking, reached for Kalim’s hand. Their fingers laced together naturally, and Kalim, of course, didn’t hesitate to squeeze back.

They made their way toward their friends. It felt right. For once they were just two normal teenagers.

Perhaps, one day, that distance between them wouldn’t feel so impossible to cross.

Kalim wasn’t stupid.

But he could dream.

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do you write bloody painter? if so, and if you don’t mind, can I have basic bloody painter x reader headcanons?

BLOODYPAINTER X READER HEADCANONS

Cw - sfw, GN! reader

A/n: first request so yay! Also I haven't properly written for bloody painter before but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

* Helen wasn't too keen on a relationship at first, just something he'd never see himself in. Never thought someone would be as insane to see him as a friend let alone a partner.

* Helen took a lot to warm up to you but oh boy was he absolutely obsessed with you once whatever gears in his head started to turn.

*You are his center of attention at almost all times. With that comes being his favorite subject to paint.

* Sometimes he forces you to stay up for a long time just so he can get every last feature of yours right in his newest work.

* I like to think despite everything this man is ALWAYS down for cuddles. Seriously he could just be in the worst mood on the verge of going on a rampage, but a little bit of cuddling with his darling he'll be fine (ish...)

* Is terrible at being romantic like absolutely terrible he just... doesn't know how, he's trying his best, give him a break.

* Doesn't really use nicknames he finds your name beautiful and enjoys using it, to him it feels natural, He sometimes calls you dear or darling (very rarely though)

* He's very soft spoken and just generally doesn't speak way too much even around you.

*Has explained to you one of his newer "projects" and was confused when you were a bit uneasy at the gorey details.

* compliment his art please he loves it.

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I have a few requests along with other things I wanna get out but I do promise a new chapter for A distant memory I used to know will be out soon don't maul me by a bear

Are you.. home of sexual..?

- blobfish <3

THE VOICES IN MY HEAD

Not my usual posts(trey x reader on the way dw chat I swear I'm working on my requests) but

Who up thinking about ex!LEOVIL

-Vil is so strict about his diet so of course he includes his veggies, Leona hates this because Vil will force him to eat at least some once a week

-Vil who would sneak kale or broccoli into Leona's protein shakes/smoothies whenever he makes them(Leona always notices)

-Leona would give all the toppings of his burger to Vil even if he knew he wouldn't eat it anyway.

-Leona who still sometimes checks his food for hidden vegetables even if him and Vil have been a thing of the past for awhile

-Vil who will sometimes on instinct ask Leona about his eating habits as if they were still dating.

"A Distant Memory I Used to Know"

Chapter -1 EyelessJack x GNreader

Chapter index

CW- None

Summary: Back in college an incident left you traumatized with memory loss and constant paranoia. 9 years later after you start to get a better life killings start to show up in your small town. You meet a strange familiar person and it makes you uneasy. Who... is he?

word count: 2142

You let out a groan as the alarm you had put on snooze for the third time rang through your ears. You shifted in bed staring, at the white popcorn ceiling before eventually sitting up. Your hands rummaged through the sheets to find the cause of the unrest. Once you found your phone you rubbed your eyes before making sure to hit 'stop'.

You rolled over covering your face with your hands letting out a sigh. After a bit of debate, you realize it was for the best that you get ready for the day. Reluctantly you dragged yourself out of bed before shuffling your way out of your room and into the bathroom down the hall.

You stood in front of the mirror just staring at yourself. Your eyes looked tired and you had clear eye bags. You should stop staying up for days at a time to finish work. You splashed your face with cold water in an attempt to wake yourself up. It worked but immediately you regretted it as you scrambled to find the towel hung up near the door.

After you dried off your face you filled the cup hidden inside your medicine cabinet with lukewarm tap water. You shook two of the small white tablets out of the orange bottle they were stored in and into your palm. You threw them in your mouth before quickly swallowing them with water. The bland and slightly metallic taste of the water coating your tongue.

You were starting to wonder if the pills your psychologist recommended were starting to not be as efficient. They were meant to suppress your already weak memory to prevent anxiety attacks and additional stress. You haven't experienced any episodes that derived from the traumatic events of the past in well over a year.

However, lately, you've been having weird and unexplainable dreams. Dreams that felt more like memories than anything. They're faint and you could barely wrap your head around what they meant yet they still worry you. You'd be sure to talk to your therapist about it next time you have an appointment.

You were 18 when whatever happened to you occurred, You don't, well you can't remember what happened. It was your sophomore year in college. Everything was a blur, your brain blocked almost everything out. There was a chunk of your memory that was entirely missing like it hadn’t even happened at all. Just…gone. One thing you did know it had to do with some kind of mass murder and a cult.

At least that's what was what the police were saying and what made it to the news. You used to get some faint memories and flashbacks but all that did would give you panic attacks. So you were given pills that helped you forget whatever happened to you completely. It was better that way. To forget your college days.

There's one thing you couldn't forget, a person. You don't know who though. It confuses you because you just remember a person. Not a single detail other than it was a person. A person in a black hoodie. You can't remember their face or personality just that you…wanted to be near them.

It was weird because you held such an odd sense of longing for them. Can you even miss someone you don't even remember? Can you want someone to be around you if you don't even know who they are?

Sometimes you'd sit in bed and wonder what they were like. Are they smart? Were they a close friend, how did you meet them? What was their personality like? Were they kind, or were they snarky, did they care about others, were they selfish? What were they like for them to stick around in your mind after all this time? Why can't your brain just let them go? Why can't you remember? Thoughts like that kept you up at night.

You shook your head at your spiraling thoughts before stretching your stiff body. You finished up the rest of your morning routine and then made your way into the kitchen. You sucked your teeth as you realized your apartment was deprived of any food.

Ever since your old roommate who was the cook of the house moved out it was hard for you to stay on top of eating or keeping the house restocked with food. You were so used to your old roommate being the one who went grocery shopping for the place. So keeping the house stocked up is something that you are still getting used to. You settled on using the last of the milk you had with some cereal.

You weren't a breakfast person if you were being completely honest but you were too tired to eat anything after you came home last night and showered. You pulled your phone out of your short pockets as you poured the sugary cereal into your bowl. You got a notification from your friend Raven. She was one of your very few friends. You weren't much of a social person after your whole incident.

Raven★: Hey, I have a big favor [ name ]

You: Yeah whats up?

Your thumbs mindlessly skimmed across your keyboard. You flicked through the spoons in your drawer looking for one of the smaller spoons. You were debating just to get rid of all the serving spoons at this point you never used them.

Raven★: Are you willing to cover a shift for me? I have something big i need to do but i understand of ur busy

You weren't busy. You'd assume by now Raven would know you enough to know you were never busy. At least not on days when you don’t have your younger brother Hunter. You were happy to cover a shift for her with no complaints. She was a good friend so there would be no reason for you to not help her out. She would also help out with Hunter, periodically whenever your shitty dad got tired of taking care of him and just dropped him on you.

You: Sure u can count on me rea-rea<3

Raven★: THANKS SO MUCH! I'LL BE SURE TO PAY U BACK I PROMISE

You wanted to tell her you didn't need anything in return but knowing her she'd still give you something in return. Arguing with her would be pointless. You let out a sigh and rolled your eyes. You quickly finished up your cereal before it became soggy and inedible. After you finished up you figured you could clean the place up for a bit before getting ready for work.

———

You worked at an office however when you needed some extra cash it came in handy to have a second job. You didn't have work at the office today. However you agreed to take Ravens shift at the convenience store. You were planning on working the night shift anyway so it wouldn't be too much. Usually, you worked at night so afternoon shifts were a bit busier than you were used to but you made it work.

You said fuck it and took the night shift as well because you had nothing better to do and the small extra pay can go into you getting a better car. You soon came to regret the decision as you had only gained a few hours of sleep the night prior. You groaned as you watched the clock and prayed to whatever higher being that time would speed up in your favor and you could go home already.

9:37 PM

You were paying so much attention to the clock that you hadn't even realized that another customer had come in until they were at the counter. You looked up to see a tall male. Your heart skipped a beat at his appearance. You blinked a bit trying to collect your feelings.

Something about him was familiar. Maybe because you were sleep-deprived and running off B12 but you could have sworn you knew him. He wore a black hoodie. A familiar black hoodie. Okay, maybe you were stretching it. Brown hair poked out from under it. What stood out to you was the blue mask covered in some weird black...paint. No can't be, it looked too much like… goop? It was weird on its own but it sent shivers down your spine as it felt all too... familiar.

"Excuse me, I just need this" A slightly deep British voice called out startling you from your thoughts. The man put a pack of those stretchy bandages on the counter. Right, he was probably just another really weird customer that you probably won't see ever again! You're overthinking and complicating things [Name]. You thought to yourself. You let out a forced cough before nodding.

"Yeah um so sorry about that-" You said awkwardly before taking the bandages and scanning the barcode on the plastic covering them. You told him the cost and he gave you the money from a pretty worn-out wallet. You wished the man a good night and he just gave you a nod in return. You slowly lowered your hand from your wave and sighed.

When your shift ended you were quick to pack up and head home. The convenience store was a walking distance from your apartment, however, you wished you took your car. It was night and you already had some weird feeling you were always being watched but with recent numbers of people going missing or showing up dead in your city lately made you on edge more than usual.

Police keep playing it as just one mass serial killer but you had a theory. It had to be more than one person. The killing styles keep changing there's not a pattern it seems unpredictable. One that stood out to you were the killings that resulted in missing organs it was much different than the other murders.

You let that thought die down because if you were to try and explain that to anyone they probably would think you were insane more than you already come off as. As you tiredly searched your pockets for your keys you heard a meow. You looked down at your feet to be met with a brown striped kitten.

It meowed and tumbed its tail up and down. From what you recall thats what cats do when they are curious. You smiled and crouched down to the little feline. You stuck out you finger for it to sniff. It did and moved closer to you. You internally cried when you realized you can't afford to take care of a cat right now.

It bumped its head up against your palm and purred. A cute cat after just a long night is just what you needed. You heard a shuffle come from somewhere and you tensed up. Before you started to freak out and let your sleep deprived brain draw up crazy concussions you tried to think logically. It was probably another cat,or the raccons were back. You thought . Unfortunately the cat scrambled off at the sudden sound leaving you alone. You let out a sigh before standing up.

You couldn't help but feel like you were being watched as you successfully this time got out the keys from your pocket. It wasn't uncommon for you to be paranoid. You were all kinds of fucked up. This time it felt different. Like way different. You couldn't pin what it was. You felt let a pair of eyes were staring into the back of your head. Drilling into your skull. Again that wasn't too uncommon. They felt... familiar. Man what is up with you today? You shook your head and took a deep breath. You just hoped you weren't going crazy or something. You stuck the keys into your door you turned them with a click.

You practically kicked the door fully open. You used your foot to shut the door and you made sure to lock both the top and bottom lock to give your paranoid brain some sense of security. You took off your shoes and tossed your stuff on your couch. You needed sleep lots of it

and preferably something to get your mind off that guy from the convenience store.

———

"Can you be any slower?"A high pitched voice sounded.

"Says you! I'm just trying not to fall okay!' another child's voice called back.

"whatever dork do you wanna see the the Pokemon cards my dad got me?" The brunette boy asked before jumping off the jungle gym.

"mmm only if you promise to trade with me"

"No! You probably have bad cards " The boy said crossing his arms.

"Nahuh!" The slightly younger child responded putting their hands on their hips

"Yahuh!"

"You suck Jack"

"You love me"

"I don't love boys and their greasy hair"

———

What a strange dream.

he used to be so cute and chubby now hes just an evil twink

Why did you grow up to be the worst guy ever

"Nightmare"

Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader

Summary: In which Leona has a terrible nightmare regarding you but no worries you're there to comfort him

Cw- mentions of death in nightmare, angst, fluff, established relationship, One shot

Word count: 887

A.N: Wowza first non creepypasta work on this acc spare me (I'm still figuring this whole Tumblr thing out lol), also this is imported from my Google docs so the spacing might be a little weird

His heart pounded in his chest, like the crash of waves. The sound of blood rushing through his veins loud in his ears, drowning out all else. His body refused to move, as if something rooted him to the ground.

He stared at your lifeless body, his breath hitching in uneven gasps. Helplessness consumed him. He wanted to scream until he couldn't anymore , but the cry caught in his throat. He was frozen ,completely immobilized like a statue.

He had failed you. The thought tore through him sharp. Why hadn’t he been faster? Stronger? Smarter? His mind replayed every moment, every decision, desperately searching for the one that would have ended differently.

If only he’d been better, you’d still be here. You’d still be breathing, your chest rising and falling with life, those eyes he loved so dearly looking back at him.

His hands trembled as he reached for you, cradling your cold, unresponsive body. He hadn’t even realized he’d moved. Tears blurred his vision,throat tightened. It didn’t matter anymore not the pain in his knees, not the ache in his arms from holding you so tightly. Nothing mattered.

Why hadn’t it been him instead? He’d trade everything, it didn't matter what as long as he could hear your laugh one more time, to feel your warmth, to see you smile.

Leona jolted awake with a sharp gasp, his blankets tangled. Green eyes wide and darting around the room. His heart was racing. A hand dragged over his face, trying to ground himself as reality slowly bled back in.

It was a dream. Only a dream.

Just a dream Leona…

Yet the vividness of it lingered. He turned his gaze to the empty space beside him on the bed, and his breath hitched again.

“[Name]?” His voice, rough and strained, cracked as he called out. His ears twitched, and relief washed over him as he heard the soft sound of approaching footsteps.

Your footsteps

The door creaked open, and there you were, bathed in the faint morning light spilling through the window. "You're finally awake, morning sleepyhead," you said with a smile. Your voice was warm and laced with affection as you walked over to him.

Sevens did he love your voice.

Leona exhaled shakily, the weight on his chest easing slightly. But his body remained tense, his hands gripping the sheets.

You noticed how off he was immediately. “Leona?” Concern filled your voice as you sat down on the edge of the bed, your hands resting gently on his shoulders grounding him.

Before you could even say anything else, Leona moved. His arms shot out, wrapping around you and pulling you down onto the mattress with a forceful yet desperate urgency. You let out a yelp in surprise.

His grip was firm, almost crushing, as though he feared you’d disappear if he let go. You could feel the faint tremble in his frame, it made your heart ache.

“Leona?” you repeated softly, tilting your head to look at him. He didn’t answer, only burying his face in the crook of your neck. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat against his ear was the only thing he could focus on.

You were alive.

"What's going on?" you asked gently, your fingers threading through his hair and brushing behind his ears in a soothing gesture. "This isn't like you."

“Bad dream,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. But the unease in his tone betrayed him. You frowned, concern deepening as you pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"I'm here now," you whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."

You lay back against the pillow, letting him cling to you. Slowly, you matched your breathing to his, your chest rising and falling in a rhythm until his ragged breaths began to even out. Your hand moved in slow, comforting strokes along his back, and eventually, he calmed

You felt a vibration against your chest, followed by a deep, purring. It brought a small smile to your face. "You know," you teased lightly, "purring like that? Not very nonchalant housewarden of you."

"Shuddup," he muttered, his voice muffled as he pressed himself closer to you. You giggled softly, the sound making his heart leap. This time, the pounding in his chest wasn’t fear, it was just love.

He nuzzled his face deeper into the crook of your neck, inhaling the comforting scent of you. The memory of the nightmare still lingered, but it was dulled now, by your presence. You were here, alive and breathing, and that was enough for him.

After a moment, he pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you. His green eyes, usually half-lidded, were wide and searching, drinking in every detail of your face. He couldn't get enough.

Everything you. He loved each of your features,

everything. Because it was yours.

“I love you,” he said, the words escaping him before he could even registr what he was saying.

You smiled, the kind of smile that he'd do anything for just to see.

“I love you too.”

Leona pulled you closer, his arms tightening around you as his tail snaked in between your legs. For now, that was all he needed, just you, safe in his arms, your warmth calming him.

He was at peace. Calm and tangled in one another.

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