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Anduin Wrynn, Prince of Stormwind and heir to the throne, had been on his journey through Pandaria and had even made two new best friends along the way. All of that happened one year ago. Now, as he settled into his bed, ready for a good night’s rest, he heard a scratching noise at his window. The prince sighed, assuming it was a crow of some kind, until he looked over and saw Wrathion in his whelp form.
“By the Light, Wrathion!”
Anduin rushed out of bed to let the dragon in, not noticing the sack of goodies that the black prince carried. Once he was let in and was able to land, Wrathion shifted into his visage form with a beaming yet devious smile on his face. Anduin looked at him quizzically.
“Why that smile? It’s as if you’re planning something.”
“Ah. Gods forbid I’m excited to see my dear prince, hm?”
“Wrathion…”
Wrathion just hummed, grabbed his sack of goodies, and motioned for Anduin to sit on his bed with him. The prince hesitantly sat down, eyeing Wrathion’s burlap pouch that he held. As Wrathion started to take out the supplies, he started to explain his grand plan.
“I picked up some stuff in Pandaria, just before our ship departed. I’ve been waiting for an optimal time to use it, but then I had an idea!”
“And that was..?”
“There's enough supplies in here for three people! So why not share this brand new experience with my dearest and closest friends! Genius idea if I do say so myself!”
Anduin looked at the now laid out supplies on his bed. There were some squares of paper, a container of dried plants, and a small stick. It all looked bizarre, as Anduin had no idea how these things would ever go together. Wrathion kept on talking though.
“Our dear friend, Articgos, will be joining us later due to their ‘Therapy Session.’ However, they have given me the go-ahead to start without them!”
Anduin nodded slightly before watching as Wrathion grabbed a square of paper and laid it flat. Wrathion would then grab a handful of that weird dried plant and put it on the paper in a specific fashion. Anduin would look away, trying to think about what this could possibly be, and when he looked back, Wrathion was using his tongue to roll and seal the paper tube closed. Anduin grimaced from seeing how much saliva he was using, but still stayed attentive.
Wrathion would repeat the process again, making two plant-filled paper tubes and setting them down delicately.
“Now here’s the fun part!”
Wrathion would hold one of the tubes to his open mouth before he spat out some embers to softly light the end of the tube on fire. The fire was, surprisingly, not consuming the paper instantly, but rather just scorching the end and making a weird smell waft from the lit end. Wrathion handed the lit paper thing to Anduin.
“Uh… What am I supposed to do with this?”
“You’ve never smoked before?”
“NO!? Wrathion, I am a prince! I cannot be tainting my lungs with tobacco fumes-!”
“Well it’s a good thing that this stuff isn’t Tobacco! Now, watch me, little prince.”
Anduin begrudgingly watched as Wrathion lit his own blunt and put it partially in his mouth. He took a shallow breath, held it for a second, before removing the blunt and letting the smoke from the burning plant flow out of his fanged mouth.
“You’re joking.”
“No, not at all, Anduin. Now, you try! The Pandaren swear by this method for its medicinal properties.”
Anduin looked at his own blunt, sighed, and repeated what Wrathion had done. Wrathion still held that smile as Anduin started to take in the smell of the plant. It smelled rather soothing, he hated to admit. Wrathion spoke, reciting what that monk had told him at the docks.
“Now, we just repeat that until the flames are out!”
“Seriously? That sounds… rather boring if I’m being honest.”
“Ah, but that’s why I’ve decided to make this a game!”
Wrathion smiled devilishly now.
“Whoever can safely smoke the whole thing first wins! Unless you’re too much of a goody-two-shoes to even continue?”
Anduin squinted and huffed.
“I am not! You’re on, Wrathion!”
Wrathion took another hit of the blunt, blowing the smoke directly into Anduin’s face, which made the prince cough and sputter. The two kept on with the boring task of smoking, rarely talking until Anduin noticed a funny feeling starting to sprout in his head.
“Wrathion…”
“Yes, love?”
“Why do I feel funny in my head??”
“It’s probably the medicinal properties. Do you want to take the loss?”
“No!”
Anduin took a long draw off of his blunt. Wrathion mused to himself that Anduin looked like a dragon with all of that smoke billowing out of his mouth and nose. Anduin and Wrathion continued on until…
“My flames out! I’ve won!!!”
Anduin giggled at his accomplishment, his sclera tainted pink from the plant’s properties. Wrathion also started giggling, not exactly knowing why.
“Ah… how are you feeling, love?”
Anduin, who had started staring out into space, snapped back to reality.
“I feel like I’m floating, but I’m okay!”
Anduin started giggling some more before he laid down in his bed. The supplies had been moved to Anduin’s desk, ready for when Articgos arrived. Anduin, noticing Wrathion staring at him with adoration, grasped the dragon’s hand and arm, pulling him down to the bed’s surface to lay with him.
Wrathion and Anduin shifted around, with the latter cuddling up to his friend. Wrathion, a bit confused and still very high, wondered what had gotten into his little prince.
“Love, what are you doing if I may ask?”
“You’re so warm… Share some with me, please?”
“Of course, my little prince.”
Wrathion and Anduin lay in bed, cradling each other for what felt like hours.
“Anduin… If I may, I would like to ask you something.”
“Mhm..?”
“Do you love me?”
Anduin looked up at Wrathion’s face, a blush creeping up onto his skin.
“Of course I do, Wrathion! You’ve been there for me and… You haven’t treated me differently because of me being a prince… Gods above, I’ve been wanting to ask you about this b-but-”
Wrathion shut him up with a swift kiss on his lips. Anduin went quiet immediately and leaned into the dragon’s touch, his warmth. The prince whined a bit as Wrathion pulled away.
“Shush, my dear prince… I’ve had those same thoughts too. So, would you want to ‘go out with me’ as you mortals say?”
Anduin smiled widely before scooting even closer to Wrathion and laying his head on his chest.
“Of course, I would love to. But let’s wait until dawn at least…”
Wrathion leaned down to peck a kiss on Anduin’s forehead.
“Anything for you, my dear.”
The blunts had long since burned out, but the two love-birds didn’t care in the slightest.
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Articgos had been listening briefly through Anduin’s door, only peeking in when they heard two pairs of snoring breaths.
“Fuck! I missed it!”