✨️Oh pretty soul✨️ prompt 6 with Leonya pleez 😁🙏 it's giving perfectly planned date gone wrong but with a good ending and I live for that HWKSHWJSJS I wanna see some chaos and Leona being unlucky asf trying to save it with some backup plans that's all thank yew

Here I spin for u again

listen. he had this under control. he did, and he swore to every god existing in every universe that he did. the plan was simple, too- leave nrc's campus, head to a cafe, have something light to eat, maybe a coffee if he was in the mood for it, a long walk through the markets down in the town and the coast, and then head back to a nice restaurant, catch a movie if there's time, and then head back to cuddle at ramshackle after throwing grim out either of the bed of the window.

instead, it had been a disaster from start to finish.

the light, fancy breakfast at the cafe? overcrowded. by the time you two got a table, they were out of half the menu, and the servers looked so exhausted you meekly asked for a croissant to split with leona and a cup of coffee and tea. the walk in the market? again, overcrowded, especially since apparently, the mostro lounge was running an event they hadn't advertised yet (a whole issue considering crowley's exhaustive rules, at least leona got blackmail).

the coast? overtaken by every single couple on the island, either from the town or nrc or rsa. then, a random light shower ruined everyone's dates, leaving the two of you soaking and stranded. leona had tried to salvage things by taking you to a movie you'd been wanting to see for a while now, only for the projector to break fifteen minutes in. and dinner? a last-minute kitchen mishap at the restaurant he'd liked led to a complete shutdown.

so instead of candlelights and your beautiful face in front of him enjoying dinner, he's stuck under the erotic glare of a vending machine, half-unwrapped sandwich in his hand as a trashcan (or the rats) attempts to seduce him for the bread. leona sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i know tonight has been a disaster-"

"hey. i got to spend the whole day with you. i call that a success."

he pauses mid-sentence, green eyes bright in the dark flickering at you. despite everything, you were smiling, smiling like you weren’t sitting in wet clothes eating the saddest meal of your life (or his).

leona's eye twitched as you chuckled. "you got soaked, starved, and scammed out of a good time." he points out dryly, raising an eyebrow as you inch closer to him.

"and yet, i still had fun," you shot back. "guess that says more about the company than the plans." leona huffs at that, looking away, but he knew you caught the way his ears twitched, the way his lips almost curled into a smirk.

"you're such a fucking sap, [name]."

"and yet, here you are, still sitting with me. still sharing your shitty sandwich with me."

"tch." leona takes a quick bite of his sandwich as you look at him in mock horror. smirking, he nudges the remaining bit towards you. "c’mere. if we’re stuck eating garbage, might as well share."

maybe today hadn’t gone the way he planned. but as you laughed beside him, he figured- yeah. it hadn’t been that bad.

"but we still get to cuddle in your bed, right?"

SURPRISE I'm finally requesting smth BQJSHQKS

Ssssomething something angst with comfort with Leonya- the reader's on the schoolwork grind and feels like their efforts are never acknowledged 👍👍👍👍 (I hope that's specific enough GWKDHWKDK 😭😭)

HERE I SPIN FOR U

"okay, that's enough." leona is gruff, slamming your textbooks shut as you look up at him in horror. "get up. let's go." you shake your head, shoving his hand away and opening the pages back up again as you roll your eyes. "can't do that?" he snarls.

"can’t afford to slack off." you muttered. "not like it matters, though."

"so if it doesn't matter... why are you still sitting down?" leona presses you- he always has. pushing, pressing, needlessly rubbing the wrong way, all for the sake of pushing you to be your best self. but tonight was not the night, and you sighed.

"c'mon, leona. not tonight."

"you're gonna grind yourself into dust at this rate." sighing, leona picks you up and tosses you onto his bed, crawling on top of you and leaning in to nuzzle your cheek, effectively shielding you from the world. "use me. use me, okay?"

"but what if it's too much work, and then-"

"shut up." his voice was firm and quiet, cutting off your ramble before it got worse. a strong arm wrapped around you, keeping you against his chest, where his heartbeat was steady and real. "if no one else is gonna acknowledge your effort, then i will. you work too damn hard. and you’re not gonna waste away on my watch."

you swallowed, throat tight, and you could feel the familiar tightness that came before you cried. "you mean that? promise?"

leona exhaled, pressing his forehead against yours. "what, you think i say things i don’t mean?" his grip tightened. "i see you, my love. even if no one else does."

and for the first time in forever, you let yourself breathe. he doesn't comment on the tears that streak down your face, kissing your cheek and nose and lips, chasing those fears away.