short wof fanfics (wings of fire)

Q i n t e r pt3

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A little TW! There will be mentions of self-harm!

"Whatever you like" Qibli responded, flashing Winter a grin. "Hopefully only for now anyway...." he added under his breath..

He got comfortable, curling his warm wings around himself and snuggling into a ball/circle.

Qibli yawned and began to drift off to the peaceful quiet of sleep.

Winter's pov

When he finished the last few lines of his scroll, he knew he could put it off no longer..

He sighed, curling around his tail as he found a more comfortable position to try and sleep in.

His eyes fluttered closed and his mind vanished into darkness.

Until the first dream came into vision.

In his dream, a two year old Winter stood before his future room, his father standing beside him.

"This is your room now." Narwhal snarled, as if even just talking to the young dragonet was difficult.

This Winter however, was too young to think much of his father's tone. He was his dad, and that means that he loves him doesn't it?

The little dragonet bounded into the ice-cold room, little squeaks of excitement emanating from him.

He looked around the whole room. He was finally getting his own! He didn't have to share with his sister anymore! Although he wouldn't have minded staying with his brother.

When he turned to his father with a smile plastered on his face, somewhere in his mind he'd expected a smile in returned...maybe a chuckle.

But instead, he was met with a disgusted..disappointed glare from his father..

Suddenly, as if his father's gaze turned into a nightwing's wings, darkness wrapped around him...and he fell.

He tried to let out a scream..yet nothing came. And then...he hit ground. But he felt no pain.

As his vision cleared..he realized he was still dreaming, now in the body of his present age of five.

But when he tried to move..something held him down...he looked around at himself and found chains all around his body..wings and limbs.

Startled, Winter started straining against them, but to no avail.

Giving up, the prince looked up and was met with faces of.....his parents. Their disappointed gaze that they gave him everyday, like every little thing he did was disappointing.

He ate the wrong way or flew a little too slow, didn't polish his scales enough that morning or stared at the wrong dragon.

He was suddenly sent through a plethora of memories of his parents, siblings and other elders either yelling at him..physically hurting him or insulting him to his face.

Qibli pov.

Qibli's mind jumped out of an old flashback/nightmare, with him panting softly. He looked around the room with a small sigh of relief. His heart still racing.

Just a dream....just a dream. He reminded himself

He looked over at his clawmate..only to find him..was he shaking?! He strained his ears toward the icewing's ledge.

And was that...whimpering?! From Winter of all dragons?

The Sandwing got up..as silently as possible and slid up to Winter's sleeping ledge and studied his face and body.

He wore a pained expression, and he was curled in a tight ball.

his talons twitched, seemingly trying to grab something..but what scared Qibli was, in his dream, Winter seemed to take something, as his talons stopped twitching, and lead it up to a little spot near Winter's arm, out of view...

They didn't even make it half way up there but Qibli could see where Winter's claws wanted to go..

Qibli had never seemed to notice there..it was between Winter's wing and front arm, so it was kind of hidden.

Reluctantly, Qibli stepped a little closer and peered at the spot..and was horrified and worried at what he saw.

Scratches. Scares. Cuts. All almost covered the spot.

Just then..Winter shuffled, adjusting his wings, hiding the spot for now.

"P-please..n-no..i-it's not..li-...that..." Qibli heard Winter mumble in his sleep. He sounded so scared that Qibli wasn't even sure it was Winter's voice that met his ears.

He felt a bang of sympathy and protectiveness and....well love all bubble inside of him..too tired to fight it.

Gently, he laid down beside him, his back touching the Icewing's comforting cold .
And surprisingly, Winter stopped shaking..his body relaxed slowly, and he turned around to face Qibli's back.

When Qibli felt him..he gently flipped as well to face him, their chests almost touching. He gingerly tented a wing over him, and as if the moons themselves had blessed him, Winter snuggled in. Qibli flushed, hArd, but stayed still...

There is no way...no way he likes me....is there?? No he's just snuggling in because I'm warm. That's it..
He thought sadly.

But then..so softly Qibli almost couldn't hear. . .

"Qi-Qibli..." Winter started, then mumbled something.

Qibli blushed even harder if that was possible. Had WINTER really just said his name???

For a little...his mind raced with wonder, but eventually, Qibli's breath slowed down and the Sandwing dozed off, Winter still under his wing and in his arms.

Ah yes finally to the fluff...finally.
Writing this is kinda making it tempting to just make this a Qinter book, but nAh I'm working on some Glorybringer. Also! Please tell me if there's a specific ship you'd likd tp see me do!