🎊 𝟏.𝟓 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐑𝐢𝐤𝐚: 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝐴𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑜𝑠𝑡
December 13th marks LeoRika’s 1.5 anniversary! I prepared two arts along with two fics to celebrate, let me know what you think~ (˶' ꒳ '˶)
written by @.aeuroboros on X
The train rocked them gently.
As if they were at a baby’s cradle, the train held their two bodies that pressed close to each other. Leo’s rough fingers intertwined with Rika’s delicate fingers, rubbing the back of her hand as his head nestled in the crook of his girlfriend… no. She’s more than that now. In the crook of… his wife’s neck. Rika let him be, smiling at the feel of her husband’s weight on her.
What curse in front of love that is big enough to create another living soul? Leo and Rika are now bound as husband and wife, knotting the tie in an intimate place that did not allow most people in. Even if there's a sliver of people that knew this new status involving both of them, they didn't know the child Rika’s womb cradled right now. Only both of them know, an intimate secret shared by husband and wife.
“Are you sore?” Leo asked, not putting his full weight on Rika’s neck anymore. He has his head lifted slightly, eyes staring at Rika with a warmth reserved only for her. There was an opening, so Rika took the turn to nestle her head on the crook of Leo’s neck.
“It seems I do,” Her voice is low, weaker than usual. It was to be expected, as she was not feeling quite well this morning. Leo caressed her hand again; his mouth reached the top of her head to plant a kiss.
“Should’ve said so sooner.” He snorted. The smugness in his laugh was never toned down, even as a husband and a father. Leo placed his hand behind Rika, giving her shoulder a firm squeeze.
Rika wondered if their child would inherit their father’s smugness. It would be pleasant if they do, she thought.
“You’re streaming less.” Rika mused; she didn't think where to aim with this musing even after voicing it out loud. Leo didn’t reply immediately; he let the silence linger for a few seconds, using it to caress her shoulder.
“Well, I'm trying to be a good husband and father.”
He’s talking about finding a way to banish the Kyklos curse.
Rika understood it, without needing him to explicitly say so. She looked down on her stomach; the bumps haven’t formed yet, but she could already feel the life slowly growing inside of her. Softly, Rika ran her hand along her stomach, patting with a gentleness that felt more like grief. “You don’t have to work so hard, you know?”
Words left unsaid floated between them. The train rocked their bodies gently again. Another train passed by—but even the loud whooshing of a train did not break the silence between them. There are a lot of things she wanted to say.
That it was fine; the moments they shared together up until now are enough. It was already worth a lifetime. Rika wanted to tell Leo that she’s already so happy with this. But her mouth was dry, and her tongue refused to speak.
Leo grasped her tighter. His mouth once again planted a kiss on her head. With desperation dripping from his mouth, he whispered, “Please just let me try until the end.”
written by @.aeuroboros (X) || illustrated by @.joiiie_e (IG)
The whirr of the air conditioner filled the small spaces between Leo and Rika’s synced breaths. Lying on top of his body, their breaths synced with each other. The rise and fall of their chest, the beat of their hearts, even the blinking of their eyes. Leo was playing with the curl of Rika’s long hair, absent-mindedly wrapping his finger on her soft hair as he listened to her breathing.
The air is cold among them. There’s no more lingering heat flowing between them. Only gentle body warmth pressed to each other’s skin. Rika giggled, without any reason for her to, or perhaps because Leo did something ticklish to her hair. It was unlikely, but Leo shut his mouth to hear her giggle better.
“What?” He asked, finger still playing with her hair. The corner of his mouth went up slightly. Rika lifted her head, a sweet smile engraved on her lips. Blissful, wonderful, beautiful, obsessed.
“Nothing.” Rika tapped his chest. The tip of her painted nail sank into his flesh slightly. There’s a sensation that made Leo want to squirm, but he held it in.
“I just thought about how wonderful it is.” She continued, smiling even brighter than before. Though her voice dripped with honey, whatever she was saying didn’t feel that sweet.
“How I can just…”
Her finger made a vertical line. As if her painted nail is a scalpel of some surgeon trying to cut open his flesh.
“Get to your heart…”
Rika made a horizontal line. But for Leo, it feels like she’s truly cutting his heart open. He held back something like a gasp or a moan. Yet, he couldn’t hide the red spreading from his ears to his cheeks.
“And eat it up.”
Rika clawed at his chest. Her nails dug into his flesh, pressing against his skin in a way that is truthful in her desire to claw out his heart. Leo tried to breathe. But his exhale was shaky and did not relieve the weight in his heart. Instead, it felt even heavier.
“So what? You want to eat me up now?” All of his words felt so rough in his throat. Now Rika dug her nails in even deeper, as her smile widened. She did not answer him. The silence that hangs between them is heavy, but it seems like only Leo is affected by the weight.
Rika is still so light, so pleased. She lifted her body up, no longer pressing herself to his body. Her hand, previously dug deep to his flesh, left his chest and cradled his face instead.
“Is that what you want, Leopi~?”
It’s unfair how sweet her smile is.
Before Leo could add anything, Rika lunged in for his mouth.
Devouring his lips as if it was his heart for her to tear piece by piece. Leo grasped the bedsheet beneath them, mouth gaping open, allowing even more of Rika in.
But it wasn’t enough for Rika. Her thumb pried open his mouth, pulling its corners to allow more access to her.
Leo, amazed, accepted this act of devouring with a loud beating heart.
