[Twisted Wonderland x Reader]
──❝Entwined Amore❞──
On behalf of her father's wishes, the King, [Y/n] Azurethorne, enrolls in Night Raven Collage to be with her seven finances, who are all attending the same institut...
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──❝The Merchants from the Depths❞──
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〖 Savanaclaw Dormitory 〗
The moment [Y/n] arrived at the threshold of the Savanaclaw Dormitory, a wave of scorching air enveloped her, carrying with it the heady aroma of parched grass and the primal essence of untamed beasts. Echoes of distant roars and the melodious chirping of birds intertwined, orchestrating an ambience that reverberated with the rawness of uncharted wilderness. Wasting no time, she swiftly ventured into the dormitory, traversing hallways suffused with an aura that echoed the untamed heart of the savanna. Her footsteps echoed against the walls as she navigated the corridors with purposeful strides, each step bringing her closer to the sanctum of Leona's abode.
The moment [Y/n] stepped into Leona's chamber, a serene tableau greeted her—Leona lay reclined on his bed in tranquil repose, Yuu and Grim nestled on separate mats nearby. Grim sprawled out, mouth slightly ajar with drool trickling down, while Yuu nestled into a tight ball, emitting soft snores. A tender smile graced [Y/n]'s lips at the endearing sight as she gently closed the door behind her, careful not to disturb the peaceful scene. Leona rested on his side, one arm cradling his head, emitting soft yet resonant snores that reverberated in the room. As [Y/n] drew closer, a subtle restlessness stirred his slumber—a swift sway of his tail, a fleeting twitch of his ears, followed by an instinctive yawn that barely parted his lips. His half-lidded eyes lazily cracked open, meeting [Y/n]'s gaze in a momentary connection. A sidelong glance toward the balcony, where radiant sunbeams danced, preceded his gaze once more fixing upon [Y/n]. An imperceptible tension lingered in his reclined posture, hinting at a latent readiness, an innate poised stance, as though he were on the cusp of pouncing at any moment.
As [Y/n] drew near, Leona swiftly lunged, extending his arm in a fluid motion, ensnaring [Y/n] within the arc of his embrace. With a commanding yet possessive hold, he effortlessly guided her into his lap, his hands firmly clasping around her waist, while the thick strands of his tail tenderly enveloped her midsection. Caught off guard, [Y/n] released a startled gasp, her senses flooded with an exhilarating surge of warmth coursing through her body, an unexpected rush that tingled across her skin. His eyes were half-lidded as he peered at her, a smug, sharp-toothed grin etched across his face, trying to gauge her reaction. [Y/n] huffed, her palm meeting his chest in a playful slap. "You can't just pull me into your lap like that!" she exclaimed, trying to hide her own amusement. Leona reclined with an air of conceit, his fingers tightening around her waist as he retorted. "Maybe don't wander into a lion's den, unless you're prepared to be pounced on."
The aura of smugness exuded from him was almost tangible, yet [Y/n] chose to disregard the deep, contented resonance emanating from his chest. Despite the usual smug smirk adorning his features, in the gentle morning sunlight, it appeared subdued. Somehow, within the soft radiance of dawn, the rugged contours and untamed edges that defined the beastman seemed pliant in her presence, yet they retained an essence of wildness. A familiar glint flickered in Leona's gaze, an echo of longing pooling within his eyes as he drew her closer, bridging the gap until their faces converged. The intensity of the kiss pressed upon [Y/n], causing her to instinctively lean back, seeking his solidity for anchorage. Her fingers wove into his tousled mane, tugging gently in a dance of connection and intimacy. The tender moment dissolved as Leona maneuvered, shifting [Y/n] beside him and enfolding her in a snug embrace. Before [Y/n] could fathom the transition, he surrendered to slumber, leaving her to wear a dumbfounded expression as she gazed at his peaceful, sleeping visage.
