It's Clifflet time guys! In this, they've been dating for a long time.
Cliff waited nervously on the beach. He could potentially die today. You see, Cliff wanted to ask Auklet to marry him, but tradition stated that he needed to ask permission from someone. Since Auklet didn't have a dad, and prince of the SkyWings or not, asking Coral would be a death sentence, Cliff had decided to ask Auklet's brothers... all 32 of them.
As if the thought had summoned them, there was a loud splashing sound, and a large number of SeaWings tramped onto the beach. Cliff gulped, he was so dead. "Hi Cliff, what do you want?" Straight to the point... fantastic. "Uh, please don't kill me. You know how Auklet and I are dating?" Cliff received grumbles and glares all around. Suddenly his throat was very dry. "I want to ask her to marry me, but I wanted to ask you guys' permission first." The glares turned up a notch. Fin said, "We'll discuss it and cast a vote. You need a majority, 17 votes, come back in an hour."
Cliff had flown 16 laps of the small island by the time the princes were done with their committee. "Prince Cliff of the SkyWings," Fin began imperiously. "Crap," Cliff thought. "May we ask why you want to marry our sister?" Cliff sighed in relief, he'd prepared for this question. "Short answer, I love her. Would you like the six page essay that I wrote?" "Yes." Funnily enough, Cliff actually had written a six page essay and he handed it over.
There was a long pause as everybody read what he'd written. Turtle said, "You wrote nothing about her being a princess?" Cliff shook his head, "That means nothing to me. I love Auklet for the dragon she is, not the power she could have. I care nothing for titles, and I almost wish I didn't have one." The princes had another small discussion in Aquatic and Clif made a mental note to get Auklet to teach him how to understand it.
"It's unanimous. The answer is yes."
**********************TIME SKIP***************************
They were on the beach at sunset. Cliff had set up a romantic picnic and Auklet seemed to be enjoying it. He looked at her nervously, "I wrote you a song." Auklet looked surprised, "Really?" "Yeah really, would you like me to sing it?" "Absolutely."
*IDK if dragons play guitars, but, my fanfic, my rules, they do now. And I did actually write this song.*
Cliff took a deep breath and began to play his guitar.
"A couple of years ago, I met a girl,
Her name was Auklet and she rocked my whole world.
We talked, we laughed, we sang, until the sun went down.
She is a princess, even without her crown.
Her kindness, love and all her generosity,
They are a priceless treasure, to everyone who sees.
The time has come to ask a life-changing question.
But tradition states that I needed to get permission.
I then asked all her brothers, even though there's 32.
Thye all said 'yes' although they had a warning too.
They said, 'We love our sister, and if you ever break her heart,
We'll all be lining up, to rip you apart.'
And I would never, ever do that to you,
Particularly after the trials that life will put us through.
And yet there's still a question left, that you haven't seen.
The question is of course: 'Will you marry me?'
Cliff stopped singing and looked nervously at Auklet. She was crying. "Oh no! Don't cry! I'm sorry, I-" "Yes" Cliff's terrified ramble screeched to a halt. "What?" "Yes Cliff, I will marry you." Cliff was speechless, and all he could choke out was, "Awesome." Auklet just laughed and hugged him. "Did you really ask all my brothers for permission?" "Yes, and I wasn't sure I was going to make it out alive." She hugged him again. "And how well do you think the conversation with my mother is going to go?"
"Moons help me."
Voila, two updates within a week, I'm losing my mind. Hope you liked it, Clifflet forever.
Have a great day!
Darth_Firestar out!
YOU ARE READING
32 Princes 32 Oneshots
FanfictionA Wings of Fire Fanfiction, these are the untold stories of Tsunami's 32 brothers, the Royal Princes of the Seawings. Note: Some of these will be in human format. I do not own Wings of Fire