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I have to share a bed with you, but somehow, I'm not regretting it || leona kingscholar

ugh, sharing a bed's the worst possible thing to happen, especially with you! but... you're really comfy?? and make them feel safe and loved??? what is this weird magic?????

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leona absolutely despised having you stay over at the royal palace, but he was forced to be nice to you because of his sister-in-law, who fell in love with you at first sight. every other hour not spent with him or in his general vicinity was spent with his sister-in-law, who saw fit to rearrange your entire wardrobe and dump 700,000 thaumarks worth of clothing onto your head. you, who was living in the ramshackle dorm aptly named Ramshackle.

Your overnight bag was definitely not going to fit all that. but that was none of his business, right? wrong. because you were somehow asleep on his bed near his chess board and why did you look so small and peaceful he could just eat you up and you'd be none the wiser??

"[name]." leona huffed, shaking you as gently as he could, but all he received was a groan and a soft mumble, so he let you be. sike. why would he do that. "[name]. wake up."

"what." you glared, although your mussed hair and the faint trail of drool from the corner of your mouth did nothing to add to your intensity.

"move over. i'm joinin' ya."

"fine." all you do is arrange a few pillows of his in a line, effectively dividing the comfortable king-sized bed in half and move over, allowing leona to get comfortable on his own bed.

"g'night," you murmured as you turned your back towards him, your torso slowly rising and falling with your deep breaths. leona turned to look at you, green irises bright under the moonlight. a window was kept open at your insistence, the room becoming too stuffy for your tastes (apparently). leona had no time to argue about the dangers of leaving a window open. he'd handle it if it came to that.

but what was 'g'night'??? why'd you wish him a good night, it made no sense. he was not grim, or jack or any of the froshes you roamed with. hell, he wasn't even ruggie. leona just stared at you you tossed to face him quite suddenly and violently, startling leona, muttering something under your breath, so quietly that the beastman strained his ears to hear it.

"warm," you whispered as you edged closer towards him, leona as still as a deer caught in headlights. you tossed a leg over his hips and snuggled closer to his chest, kissing him over his shirt gently as you stilled and then stretched a little before completely relaxing in his arms.

all the while, leona didn't understand how to react. you came looking for him? unconsciously? you felt safe with him, you preferred him, you wanted him. him? he who could give you no power, lend you no aid, simply because he was born second? but your arms that were wrapped around him clumsily were a honey trap specially designed for him, and leona finds himself slowly sinking into slumber, his tail snaking gently around your waist to keep you safe.

in the morning, leona wakes to find you missing, the pillow border you had so sleepily crafted tossed to the floor with reckless abandon. a door near him opens gently, and the sound of feet padding towards the bed grew closer and closer, a hand reaching out to move strands of his hair away from his face. "good morning," you grin as leona moves away from you. "you were plenty comfortable last night. sorry about that though."

"haah? why would i care about that?" leona asked, turning to look at you, emerald green irises searching for your face for an answer to your apparently stupid apology.

"i don't know about the culture here but, in my culture, the way we were sleeping is more akin to a couple, specifically a married one." you answer, flushing when you glossed over the 'marriage' part of the explanation.

leona was quiet for a minute, not breaking eye contact with you as you fidgeted with your clothes, thinking about what you said. "i don't particularly care," leona starts, startling you to attention. "you were comfortable too, herbivore. your leg on my hips gave me a fucking ache, so find a way to get rid of it."

"ugh, just do some warmups and you'll be fine, old man," you responded, rolling your eyes fondly at his complaint.