#leonxfrey

(FREY/LEON)

minor (DOUG/DYLAS)

Saving Our Savior

Chapter One

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"So... what you're saying..." Leon managed to say through gritted teeth, "... is that Frey has become a Guardian?"

An attempted theft of the Rune Sphere in Leon Karnak has resulted in Frey's imprisonment in the tower as an unintentional fifth Guardian. They have the Rune Sphere, so all they have to do is save Frey and put it back where it belongs. But how do they defeat the strongest monster Norad has ever known?

Leon is not sure, but he won't rest until he saves her. No matter what, he will bring her home.

Aw you’re so sweet thank you

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Cool night air stirred her hair and sent it dancing along her bare shoulders. Above, the stars scattered across a dark expanse, lit only by a full, round moon, which sent a silver glow upon the streets and store tops down below. A soft sigh left Frey’s lips, as quiet as a breeze.

Yet, someone heard it.

“Tough night, princess?”

Frey whipped around, her eyes landing on a shadow. It stepped forward, and her shoulders sank in relief as Leon approached, an easy grin spread across his face. Somehow, it didn’t look as intimidating as it did during the day. In the moonlight, it almost appeared softer.

She watched as he took a seat next to her, crossing his legs. His usual fan was nowhere in sight.

“You could say that,” Frey settled on lightly, turning away. She could feel his eyes on her.

“Want to talk about it?”

Frey glanced at him before covering her surprise with a small shake of her head.

“Not really. Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.”

Frey tilted her head, watching out of the corner of her eye as he leaned back on his hands and tilted his head back to stare up at the sky, just as she had been doing.

“Why are you up?” she inquired.

Leon pursed his lips, and for a moment Frey thought he wasn’t going to answer her, or at least throw out a joke to brush off the question.

“Thinking about the past,” he said instead, his dark eyes boring into the moon as if to make it reveal its secrets, “Silly, I know, since it can’t change. But that’s human nature, I guess.”

Leon sighed and lifted his head, meeting her gaze. They sat so close they were almost touching, but they didn’t.

“Nightmares,” Frey blurted out. Understanding lit in Leon’s blue eyes, and she felt suddenly then that he was someone who completely understood. She could see it, like they were of kindred spirits–he had nightmares, too.

“Well,” he said, “Good thing we have each other for company, huh? It’s cold out.”

A gust of wind rippled their clothes as if to prove a point, and goosebumps erupted along Frey’s skin. She nodded, drawing further in on herself. 

They sat in silence for a long time. She didn’t realize she was shivering until a warm arm wrapped around her shoulder and her side pressed against Leon’s. She couldn’t help but stiffen and he chuckled.

“No ulterior motives, you’re highness,” he murmured, “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m not exactly dressed for the weather.”

Frey glanced over and found it was true. Leon wore his usual vest over nothing else, displaying goosebumps along tanned flesh and quivering muscles. Frey felt her cheeks warm as she looked away. If Leon noticed anything, for once, he didn’t mention it.

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Leon sat quietly, enjoying the silence.

“Seems like it’s getting warmer,” he muttered. When he got no response, he turned to find that Frey’s head had fallen to his shoulder, her eyes closed and lips parted, fast asleep.

Frey gazes at the girl, a small frown tugging at her lips. Long green hair pulled into pigtails (because it’s really two long to do anything else with) frames a body that’s all angles and scars.

She’s thin and sharp at the edges, like a cactus. She recalls Forte’s shapely figure, and Meg’s, and sighs softly.

It’s not often that Frey gets into a self-conscious mood.

Lately, though, she hasn’t seen much of Leon because of work, and every time she sees him with a girl–especially a traveller–Frey feels that tiny green dragon Envy crawling around in her belly.

She hates it.

Every time, Frey tries to stomp it down. She trusts Leon. She really does. But sometimes she can’t help but wonder….

Why her?

Hands find her hips and Frey jumps, her eyes flicking up to the mirror. Leon’s grin meets her, his blue eyes dancing as he presses a soft kiss to her cheek, lovingly brushing the hair from her shoulder.

He lets his hands fall, leaving her skin burning beneath her clothes.

“Are you ready?” he asks, his eyes sweeping over her form in a way that makes Frey’s spine tremble.

Her lips flicker upwards, a flush finding her cheeks.

Frey turns away from the mirror, holding out her hand. Leon takes it without pause, his eyes devouring her face as if he cannot get enough.

Green fades away into a warm pink, matching the color of her cheeks, and she grins.

A hand caught Frey’s arm and she halted, eyes flickering to the man with her.

She followed Leon’s eye and her own gaze settled on an ant a few feet away scrounging in the bushes, not yet having noticed them.

Her lips flickered up and she cocked an eyebrow.

“An ant?” she drawled, “Really, Leon?”

“A big ant,” he stated, tugging slightly on her arm when she refused to budge, “Let me take care of it.”

He stepped forward, but Frey unsheathed her sword.

The ant startled at the sound and turned, hissing. Before it or Leon could react, Frey’s sword arched and sliced through the ant’s thin neck, its body collapsing as its head rolled a few inches away.

She turned back to Leon, who frowned.

“I can take care of an ant by myself, Leon,” she teased, approaching him to kiss him on the cheek.

“I like protecting you,” Leon mumbled, uncharacteristically shy.

Frey grinned.

“And I like when you protect me. But protect me from something bigger than an ant, okay?”

Leon’s smile came back, and he wrapped an arm around Frey’s waist, making her heart pick up as it always did when he touched her.

I couldn’t resist :3

1. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? 

Frey, because Leon is very picky but Frey likes to try something different every time they go out and it’s impossible to keep track.

2. Who reaches for the other one’s hand while driving?

Frey holds Leon’s hand but he likes to play with her hair.

3. Who gets the window seat? Frey, because Leon likes to pretend he’s a gentleman.

4. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it say?) Leon. He likes to write dirty things so Frey gets all flustered while she’s away.

5. Who wakes up first? They both wake up at the same time; Frey works and Leon fishes or makes her breakfast.

6. Who falls asleep while watching a movie? Frey tries but Leon gets bored and wakes her up.

7. Who’s prone to wearing socks indoors (or to sleep)? Frey does in the winter time; Leon makes fun of her for like three days before he starts wearing them too.

8. Who has bigger cravings? I’m not sure if this is supposed to be sexual or food-based but definitely Leon either way ;)

9. Who reminds the other to put on sunscreen before going to the beach (or pool)? Leon tries to be cute and remind Frey but she’s already put it on by the time he thinks of it.

10. Who carries all the important documents while traveling? They used to take turns, but one time Leon thought it would be funny to pretend to lose them so now Frey is in charge.

11. Who checks the prices while grocery shopping? Frey, but she has a hard time saying no if Leon wants to splurge on something.

12. Who sneaks in cookies in the shopping cart? Leon doesn’t so much sneak as just demand cookies.

13. Who’d give their child sweets behind the other’s back? Leon, but Frey is kinda in on it and she doesn’t care.

14. Who’d pop the other one’s pimple? Both, honestly.

15. Who would discreetly pinch the other one’s butt in public? Frey would do it discreetly to try and fluster him, but Leon would call her bluff and smack hers back so that everyone would see.

16. Who cooks at 2 in the morning? Leon, but only on rare nights when he can’t sleep.

17. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart? Leon, but only because Frey usually wins.

18. Who takes longer getting ready? Frey. Leon barely wears clothes.

19. Who likes doing the dishes? Neither. They usually do them together so they don’t fight over it.

20. Who points at a dog when they see one? Frey, and Leon makes fun of her for pointing it out.

Here it isssss~

Hope you like it :)

FreyxLeon hurt/comfort/fluff

Leon entered the castle to find Frey sitting in the middleof the floor, curled in on herself and sobbing. It had been just a few dayssince they’d lost Venti. Everyone was taking it rough, but Frey most of all.

           Theguardian hesitated a moment before settling down next to her, crossing hislegs.

           Frey jumpedwhen she felt someone sit next to her and raised her head, wiping her eyes. Shefrowned at the man who wouldn’t look at her.

           “….Leon?”

           He glancedat her.

           “Um… whatare you doing here?” she asked.

           Leonshrugged.

           “Haven’tseen you in a while. The others are getting worried about you.”

           Frey’scheeks reddened and she stared down at her knees.

           “I-I’msorry… it’s just hard…”

           “It’s hardfor all of us,” Leon stated.

           “I know.”

           Leon lookedat her then, eyes scrutinizing.

           “There’ssomething more.” It wasn’t a question. Tears welled up in Frey’s eyes again.

           “I-I… It’sall my fault s-she’s gone. If I had just been better—worked harder—I was toolate, and—“

           Frey wascut off when arms wrapped around her shoulders and drew her in.  Leon pulled her to his chest, resting hischin atop her head.

           “Leon….?”

           “It’s noone’s fault, Frey, you know that,” Leon said. Hesitantly Frey let her cheekrest against Leon’s chest and closed her eyes. Exhaustion threatened tooverwhelm her; she had barely slept these past few days, and it was beginningto take its toll.

           “Rememberwhen the guardians became what they were to help Venti? And even that was notenough? There were four of us, and then you came along and accomplished what wecouldn’t. You were more clever and useful than all of us. So stop. Or do youthink it was our fault, too?”

           “W-What?No! I would never—“

           Leon pulledaway just slightly, placing a finger under Frey’s chin and tilting her head upso that their eyes met.

           “Then stopblaming yourself,” he said, “You’re a princess. You have a job to do. We willfigure this out, but nothing is going to change if we all stay in our homes andblame ourselves for nothing. We need our princess, and obviously, you need us,too.”

           Frey’scheeks heated up, and for the first time in days, she gave a small smile.

           “Thank you,Leon.”

           Leon winkedand pulled her in again, and she immediately curled up against his chest.