Leona Kingscholar, Post-Overblot, Headcannons + Story
Let's not act like you didn't notice it.
The sudden lazyness, the confidence, the dry air.
When you're not with Leona, a shiver crawls up your back instead of any languid heat.
You've been finishing asignments, even future ones you asked Riddle for because your anxiety won't let you settle until you've gotten double the work you could have done in your time settled with the lion.
And you've gone searching for... Him?
It was a guess the first time, Riddle's connection having spawned... Her.
A disgrace how the dust settles here.
Your entire life will be ruined, fix this!
Get up and do what you're born to do.
Yeah.
If that isn't some version of the Queen of Hearts, realised by envisioning or otherwise, this magic system is TOTAL bullshit at this point without any direction and you will stop trying to work enti...
Ah.
Well, there's something.
Anyway, Leona does resemble the statue of the King of Beasts, at least. And the King of Beasts is a dude. You know, because, well, title. But you checked the statue too.
You just had to know if the stone masons carved those parts too. You needed to, it would've lived forever in your head if you hadn't. Imagine you went back home to your own world and just opening your eyes in the middle of the night thinking does the lion still have his pendulum and his bells?
He does. Just... For clarification.
The original reason you did it was for naught, by the way.
Now you lay awake at night knowing that you leant under an animal statue to see if the person or people who carved him let him keep his man bits when they eternalised him.
If the Queen could have banged her head somewhere, she probably would have, poor thing, stuck partway in your head.
It’s fun when you’re locked in here with me instead.
Riddle looked at you weird the next day.
"Why could I not fall asleep tonight?"
Don't giggle. Do nooooot giggle. "I don't know, did you change something with your evening routine?"
Anyway, Riddle is now eternally suspicious of you. He knows you did something. He just cannot prove it.
And you have stunned both your unwanted mind roommates into silence for the day.
A win, really. One of few.
You're either anxious or exhausted most the time.
Which just so happens to correspond to two people who overblotted in your presence.
You don't get calm. No, whatever Leona's brought into your system nullifies whatever energy you might've had, makes everything pointless. Even thinking is a hassle.
Most of the times you fought it, it's just that you lose half the time.
She's been heavier when she can't get to you.
Screaming at the edge of your consciousness to get up. You refuse to believe there is any hint of concern there.
Your vindication grows to double it's size, again. When both of them tug at you, demanding their dessert like children in the candy isle. She with an "Off with their Heads" (please, please let that be a reference to Riddle's SS) or he wanting to slowly ruin their standing and watch them crumble.
Or just set your pride on them.
Would you look at that. Found him.
Now you're back to constantly detaching. Because you can't stop them from seeping in, only have less them for a few hours.
On a brighter note, Jack—different from all of Savanaclaw—genuinely likes you for you more. His tail wags when he smells you, when you talk to him...
You're definitely not Leona, the wolf's like an effective, if shortlived, reset when he glows under his stoic expression, traitorous appendage moving fast enough to turn into a blur. Especially when you agree to go on a run with him. Peace, from Riddle's too.
Or you're too exhausted to hear them after.
Nice thing your speed and stamina're growing at a nice pace. In a few months, you might outrun Hornton! (Ha)
Sleepovers galore.
Usually just Leona when you're over at Savanaclaw, dozing on his bed or on a nicer patch of grass.
At Ramshackle, Jack joins you now. Immediate boost to your mood and motivation. HEALTHY motivation!
Also, he's warm. The three and you now do cuddlepiles. The warmth is heavenly.
Deuce is at the bottom, then you, then Ace going up. You advise the former to relieve himself before starting one in the evening, he will NOT be getting up through the night, you are draped right across his lower back.
Ace has his cheek on your back, his chest over Deuce's butt and a bundle of blankets under his torso. One time he slipped down far enough to have his forehead where his chest usually takes it's spot.
You woke up because the weight on you was less... and were greeted with the best sight to wake up to in a while. Ace snoozing on Deuce’s butt. You barely stopped yourself from bouncing up and down in giddy vindication while you fished for your phone.
Prime blackmail right there, but you won't have it as your lockscreen until you can copy and have a backup of the picture somewhere else.
You know that you are SO ready for that day, sometimes you start grinning at your essay, your currently-empty lockscreen or nothing at all and a shiver crawls up EVERY dorm's, even the current teacher's who watch you, spine. The only thing missing is a cackle as evil as your smile. NRC has rubbed off on you perhaps too strongly, the teachers often think.
The Beastking couldn't be happier with you right now, petty as he is.
Now that Jack is here... The first time, he wanted to sleep in another room. He didn't. He resolved to sleep upon the floor. He did not.
Now, he was resolved to not touch any of you, to sleep on a farther side.
When you invited him into the pile, his tail hit you in the face multiple times. You sneezed so suddenly Deuce near bucked you off with how he startled.
The beastman did not join you, sadly.
You now have a very, very sweet picture of Jack, half curled up against your side with his front facing away from you, his tail draped over your hip and drooling on the hands under his chin.
Thank Leona's Overblot you're silent enough to pull it off now.
Draping your arm over his waist and pulling him closer to your basically-resident-idiots and yourself, he finally turns around and embraces you all, even Ace included with Jack’s fingers in his hair, shifting a little every minute. Cue the second picture of today.
Then you decide to live in the moment, put the phone down and let them all lull you into sleep.
We're anything but alone.
...
...Our pride.
Goodnight, I suppose. Don't wake me.
I've got over 1000 words for the first time! Woo! If you round up, it’s 1200!
I tried to make a little more angst, aka, lore, but Leona just made this unreasonably fluffy. Like... Pure fluff for the story part.
And the stupid thought near the beginning. I'm so sorry to anyone who read that. It's just that he's the only animal in the lineup and he doesn't wear anything...
I'm not the first person who has thought of this. I know it.
I've got plans now, a few actually, for the AU.

















