Twisted Wonderland one shots

Yandere Leona x GN!reader

The golden light of sunset spilled over Savanaclaw's dorm, bathing the sand and stone walls in a warm glow, though the atmosphere within was anything but peaceful. Leona Kingscholar lay sprawled in his usual spot, his head resting lazily on one arm, while his sharp, calculating gaze followed a figure across the courtyard—Y/N, his "*bunny*." To anyone else, Y/N seemed nothing more than another NRC student, but to Leona, they were different. They were special.

From the very beginning, Leona had felt an inexplicable draw to Y/N. Maybe it was their laugh, that easygoing smile, or the way they treated him like an equal rather than a prince to be feared. Over time, however, that attraction morphed into something deeper, something darker. It was no longer enough for Leona to simply enjoy their presence—he wanted all of them, and he wanted them only for himself.

As the days passed, Leona found himself growing increasingly resentful toward anyone who got too close to Y/N. Friends, classmates, even teachers—it didn't matter. In his eyes, they were obstacles, competition that needed to be eliminated. He'd wait, simmering in silence, for just the right moment to make his presence known.

One afternoon, as Y/N chatted with their friends in the school courtyard, Leona finally decided he'd had enough. He'd been watching from a distance, arms crossed, his expression darkening with every laugh Y/N shared with those people. He could feel something primal stirring within him, something possessive. To him, Y/N was like a delicate little rabbit, his *bunny*, surrounded by vultures who didn't deserve to be in their company.

As Y/N waved goodbye to their friends and started walking away, Leona pushed himself off the wall and made his way over, his gaze flicking to the group of friends who still lingered, oblivious to the predator stalking their friend.

"Oi," he called, his voice low and edged with a dangerous calm. "Didn't realize *my* bunny had gotten so popular."

Y/N froze, looking up at him with a hint of surprise. "Leona? What are you talking about?"

"Those *friends* of yours," he replied, barely able to keep the sneer out of his voice. "They seem awfully cozy with you. Laughing, getting in your space. Makes me wonder if they understand who you belong to."

"Belong to?" Y/N laughed, trying to play it off, though there was a nervous edge to it. "Leona, I don't *belong* to anyone. I'm just hanging out with my friends."

"Friends, huh?" He took a step closer, the intensity in his gaze freezing Y/N in place. "Funny, I didn't think *bunny* needed anyone else's company."

"It's just a few friends, Leona," Y/N said, glancing around uncomfortably as Leona's eyes remained fixed on them.

But Leona didn't move. Instead, his voice dropped to a near whisper, dangerously calm. "Those people aren't your friends. They're just leeches—pathetic weaklings trying to get close to you. Do you think they'll be there for you when things get rough? They're using you. You're too good for them."

Y/N frowned, stepping back a little. "Leona, you're overreacting."

"Overreacting?" He let out a humorless laugh, stepping even closer until his shadow completely enveloped them. "I know exactly what I'm doing. You think they're harmless, but I see the way they look at you, the way they cling to you. It's disgusting." His voice dropped, turning colder. "And I don't like seeing my *bunny* surrounded by people who don't know their place."

That evening, Leona's mood was darker than usual. Y/N tried to move on from the encounter, thinking maybe it was just one of Leona's possessive moods. But when they started noticing some of their friends avoiding them, they began to suspect otherwise.

Then came the whispers.

They learned that Leona had been cornering their friends, telling them in no uncertain terms to stay away. One friend, clearly shaken, confided in Y/N about what had happened. "He... he just appeared out of nowhere, Y/N. He told me that if I didn't stay away from you, he'd make sure I'd regret it. He's terrifying."

Y/N felt a mix of anger and dread. Confronting Leona was no easy task, but they couldn't let him get away with this. The next day, they sought him out, finding him lounging in the shade as usual.

"Leona," Y/N said, their voice firm despite the unease twisting in their stomach. "I need to talk to you."

He raised an eyebrow, his usual smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Oh? What's on your mind, *bunny*?"

"Stop calling me that," they snapped, ignoring the flash of anger in his eyes. "And stop harassing my friends. I know what you've been doing."

Leona's smirk faded, replaced by a hardened glare. "Harassing? I was just making sure they understood the rules."

"There are no rules, Leona! I don't *belong* to you."

Leona's eyes narrowed, his expression turning dark and unreadable. "You don't get it, do you?" he said, voice low and dangerous. "You're mine. And I'm not going to let anyone interfere with that. Those friends of yours were stepping over the line."

"Friends aren't a line to cross, Leona. They're people who care about me."

"Care about you?" he scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "They don't care about you the way I do. They'll leave you at the first sign of trouble. I, on the other hand..." He stepped closer, his gaze fierce and unyielding. "I'll be there no matter what. I'll keep you safe, whether you like it or not."

"Leona, this is insane," Y/N said, taking another step back, feeling a prickle of fear. "You can't control who I spend time with. You can't just drive people away."

"Watch me," he growled, his eyes blazing. "If they don't know their place, I'll *make* them understand. I'm not going to let anyone take you from me, *bunny*."

Y/N shivered at the possessive tone in his voice. They tried to pull away, but he reached out, grabbing their wrist with a firm, unyielding grip. There was a dangerous look in his eyes, a barely concealed fury that made it clear he wouldn't tolerate defiance.

"I don't want to hear about you with those people again," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Do you understand me? They're not worth your time."

Y/N felt trapped, the weight of his gaze pinning them in place. "Leona... you're scaring me."

The words seemed to soften something in him, if only for a moment. He released their wrist, his expression softening slightly. "*Bunny*, I don't mean to scare you. But I can't stand the thought of anyone else having a place in your life. I want you all to myself."

Y/N's heart raced, torn between anger and a twisted kind of fear. "Leona... I'm not yours to keep."

But he only smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he stepped back into the shadows. "You will be. In time, you'll understand that no one else can protect you like I can. No one else *deserves* you."

And as he disappeared into the darkness, Y/N felt a chill settle over them, realizing that Leona's obsession was more than a fleeting possessiveness—it was a bond he intended to enforce, no matter who stood in his way.