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Leona couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Malleus Draconia, the crown prince of Briar Valley, one of the strongest wizards in Twisted Wonderland, his boyfriend … was fucking pouting.
Over a hoodie.
“Draconia, it’s just a hoodie,” Leona sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You can steal one of my other ones.” “But that one is my favorite.” The fae responded, still pouting.
The hoodie in question was one of Leona’s and Malleus’ favorite out of the dozens he has. It was just a plain black hoodie, nothing special about it (to Leona at least). Over the break, the beastman forgot it at the palace and Malleus was… upset to say the least. Whenever they were together, he acted like a little child (something he thought he would never see). He finally stopped but continued to pout constantly, especially when it was just the two of them.
Currently, they were in Leona’s bed. He was lying on his back with his arms wrapped around Malleus, whose head was buried in his chest. His eyebrows were scrunched together and his lips pulled into a pout. “Lizard, it’s just a hoodie.” He said. Malleus pouted, “It is not just a hoodie, Kingscholar. It is my favorite.”
“I know that, but you’re just gonna have to deal with it.” Leona huffed. The Diasomnia Housewarden pouted more and looked away. The beastman groaned and facepalmed. “Why are you so obsessed with this hoodie, Lizard?” He just couldn’t understand why Malleus was so attached to this hoodie. It was just a hoodie.
“... It feels like you, Kingscholar.”
… Huh?
“It smells like you, sandy and musky. It feels like I am in your embrace when I wear it. It feels… safe, I suppose,” Malleus murmured, “It’s also the first hoodie you let me borrow.”
Leona blinked. That’s why he loved the hoodie?
Because it reminded him of the beastman?
Because it was the first hoodie he let the lizard borrow?
He felt safe in the Savanaclaw Housewarden’s embrace?
He laughed softly and kissed the fae’s forehead. “I swear I can’t understand you sometimes, you stupid Lizard.” He frowned slightly. “Kingscholar…”
“I’ll tell Falena to send me the hoodie this weekend.” He could already imagine how annoying it would be to explain the situation to his brother. Knowing the older prince, he would make a big deal out of it. This better be worth it.
Malleus brightened, in his way. The corner of his lips turned up slightly and his eyes brightened. “Thank you, Kingscholar.”
Nevermind.
Seeing that smile…
It was completely worth it.
Leona hooked his finger under the fae’s chin and tilted it up. “You better make it worth it by wearing it every day, Draconia.” He smirked. Malleus smirked back. “Of course, Kingscholar.”
The beastman was about to respond with some stupid line, but at that moment, Malleus kissed him sweetly. He moved his hands to the beastman's waist, gently caressing it. Leona’s breath hitched before kissing him back with pink-tinged cheeks.
“You stupid lizard.” He muttered when they pulled away.
“But I am your ‘stupid lizard’, correct?” Malleus asked with a slight smirk. Leona grinned and kissed him again.
“Damn right, you are.”