Wings of Fire Oneshots!

Arcticslayer

Maybe it was wrong. All wrong. Foeslayer looked back at Arctic, curled up on his side of the room, sleeping.

She sighed. If only he wasn't a prince. If only he wasn't an Animus. If only she knew if he still loved her. If only.....things hadn't changed.

A tear rolled down her eyes, down her snout, and splashing on her bed. She missed the way they used to be, not constantly fighting and not staying distant.

A few more tears made its way out of her eyes. Foeslayer covered her face with her talons, but more tears flew down. She sobbed quietly, like she sometimes did when she was sure Arctic was asleep.

"I know you think I'm asleep." Arctic said from his bed. Foeslayer flinched and uncovered her face. Arctic sat up and stared at her, with his usual angry expression.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, quite coldly. This only caused Foeslayer to cry even more. Arctic flinched and seemed to soften a bit, or, attempted to.

"Why did things have to change?" Foeslayer asked, quietly. "Why......why do you hate me now?"

"I don't." Arctic said, firmly. "I just.....I don't-I mean-no I...I'm just...." he trailed off, turning his head away.

"Do you still love me?" Foeslayer asked, wiping tears away. "Have you really loved before? Or is it just because you think I would have had better conversations with you than your other supposed-to-be wife?"

Arctic turned his head back at Foeslayer, looking hurt. "I've always loved you. I always will." He said, getting up and walking over to her.

He sat down next to her and put his wing around Foeslayer. She leaned into him, wanting this moment to last forever.

"But why don't you act like that?" She asked, closing her eyes. Arctic hesitated for a moment. Finally, he said, "It's just that things have changed ever since we got here. The Queen wants me working for her. Darkstalker and Whiteout are a new handle, and I don't want a lot of dragons to see you as my weakness."

He lifted her chin up. "But you know, I love you, and I always will." Foeslayer couldn't stop the smile from forming on her face. She needed to hear that, not from anyone else, but from him. Her Arctic.

She pressed her snout against his. She hadn't been there in a long time. The feeling of his cold lips against her warm ones. She felt him smirk and pull her closer.

Wait....smirk? Since when did...oh no is he...oh three moons he is.

Foeslayer pull away. "I think two dragonets are enough." She said, placing her head on his. Arctic put on a fake pouting face, but put both his hands around Foeslayer's face and pulled her closer.

Foeslayer chuckled. "Alright fine, but maybe soundproof the room?" She asked. Arctic smirked again and did what he was told.
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(With Darkstalker And Whiteout!)

"You know....Mother and Father are being oddly quiet now." Darkstalker said to his sister.

Whiteout looked up from her scroll. "Patching up the bruises and injuries?" She said. That was weird, Darkstalker couldn't hear the thoughts of his parents, and their room became silent.

"Well, I can't hear anything. Mind and ear, but I did hear a few muffled voices a few seconds ago." Darkstalker said, growing suspicious on what his Father might have done to Foeslayer.

"Privacy is important, life is still there, but I don't think they want us to hear." Whiteout rhymed, turning her attention back to her scroll.

Darkstalker groaned. He was going to get to the bottom of this.