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Summary:

Flamefrags finds Wemmbu wingless and nearly dead in the winter forest by his cabin. The demon decides to help his rival and help him through the pain. Except there is one huge problem, Wemmbu hates physical touch.

There’s a somewhat happy ending, but mostly just Wemmbu freaking out and Flame doing his best to help.

OR:

Wemmbu has no wings, Flame try’s to help, Wemmbu hates touch.

Chapter 1: “..egg.?”

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Snowflakes fell from the sky around Wemmbu’s vision. He was looking up at the white sky, his breath clouding in the air. Though they were coming more spread out.

 

Somewhere the void dragon recognized it was freezing.

 

But he only noticed it in the way you can glance over expensive jewelry. Pretty things to be admired, then forgotten.

 

Perhaps in a way Wemmbu could relate.

 

He knew of people that considered him greedy…

 

He bought anything that shimmered in the sun, twinkled by the moon.

 

“A hoarding problem” people had called it.

 

He would never let any jewels be forgotten.

 

That’s why Egg usually did all the shopping.

 

Oh Egg..

 

He would miss the angel.

 

The snow around him was stained black with his own blood.

 

Heart slowing, breaths coming out slower.

 

He didn’t want to leave the world so soon, but he couldn’t move, so he’d accepted his slow fate.

 

Of least it numbed the battle injuries.

 

He wondered distantly what Parrot would think, what Spoke would think.

 

What Flame would think about his frozen body.

 

Who would find him?

 

Hopefully a cat.

 

Wemmbu loved cats, though he knew Flame was a dog person.

 

Maybe that’s why they didn’t get along…

 

He’d never asked Spoke what he liked-

 

Snowflakes were supposed to melt on skin, why weren’t the snowflakes melting?

 

End dragons had a lower body temperature, but still.

 

He couldn’t feel his wings, he tried not to think about how that wasn’t the colds fault.

 

But thoughts caved in like a fallen snow tunnel.

 

The bounty hunters..

 

He had cried, screamed, as the wings were taken off his back.

 

So peaceful here…

 

Maybe it was time to close his eyes one last time.

 

To sleep off the cold.

 

That would be nice right?

 

No..

 

No he couldn’t die, Egg needed him.

 

Or was it the other way around?

 

Wemmbu was having a hard time remembering right.

 

Hell, this really was the end.

 

What would be his last thought?

 

Wemmbu’s glossed over eyes drooped, snowflakes covering his eyelashes.

 

A voice somewhere distant.

 

What was it saying?

 

Hearing was distorted in this half awake state.

 

Was that his name? Or..

 

 

Lost cause.”

 

Oh, right.

 

Of course even on the brink of death he couldn’t escape the lion.

 

Something blurred in his vision, a shadow of someone above him.

 

“.. e-egg..?”

 

Oh please let it be Egg, one last look, please-

 

To all the Aether beings let him see Egg again.

 

Whoever it was, picked him up easily, was he going to be a hostage this time?

 

He giggled, a small hysterical laugh.

 

Just his luck to be captured..

 

 

Flame looked down at the broken and freezing dragon in his arms as he ran, why the hell was he giggling??????

 

“ WEMMBU???”

 

“ WEMMBU WAKE UP-“

 

 

 

More distorted noises..

 

Lost cause…

 

Lost cause wake up..

 

Wemmbu almost giggled again, why was Mane telling him to wake up-

 

Shit..

 

Was he hallucinating again?

 

Wemmbu couldn’t hold back another grin at his stupid thoughts, were these really the last things he’d hear?

 

Then his face dropped, eyes closing, should he choose his last words to put out into the world?

 

“.. thank you- for everything.. egg..”

 

..was it getting my warmer?

 

Wemmbu wasn’t able to tell before he completely blacked out in Flames arms.

 

 

The cabin door was kicked open wide, as Flame rushed in.

 

Wemmbu would need to be warmed up slowly-

 

He had just want to take a walk bro, not find himself in a winter crime scene.

 

He laid Wemmbu gently on the couch after slamming the door.

 

It was hot in here, but not enough to damage the dragon’s condition further.

 

That wasn’t saying much though, Wemmbu’s wings were clipped, one horn was sawed off, Gambit was missing.

 

The only undamaged parts seemed to be Wemmbu’s tiara, and his tail, though that was pretty beaten up.

 

Fucking bounty hunters..

 

Flame pulled regen pots out of his medkit, along with bandages, and disinfectant.

 

Of least Wemmbu wouldn’t be able to feel it,

unconscious as he was.

 

Flame started to disinfect wounds methodically, pouring on regen and bandaging gashes.

 

Wemmbu had mistaken him for Egg.

 

He didn’t know how to feel about that.

 

Perhaps disappointed that Wemmbu hadn’t recognized him as another friend.

 

Or maybe happy that Wemmbu had mistaken him for someone he trusted.