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levii0th0n · 16 days

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i have, by no will of my own, become a Burn fan. and a burn/scarlet fan. not because they’d actually be good or healthy for each other, but because the idea of that dynamic- the idea of Scarlet already having been queen for ten years prior to oasis’s death, the idea of Burn immediately allying with a SkyWing queen after her sisters declared war, the idea of them being interwoven for twenty years whilst a war of succession raged on around them- is so GREAT

very much a midnight rant here, but man!!

I would LOVE to explore Burn’s relationship with Oasis too. The books imply (especially in TBN prologue & Six-Claws’ winglet) that Burn was her mother’s favorite. And the fact that Burn expanded an entire fucking palace to create a central memorial for her mother is so!!! Like she definitely had a fucked up relationship with Oasis. Like considering Oasis had been so obsessive over heirs and had been so afraid of her daughters it would be difficult for there to be any actual relationship in the SandWing Royal Family. But there was some kind of bond between Oasis and Burn, whether because Oasis didn’t truly fear Burn- not because Burn wasn’t a danger, but because Burn was honorable- or because she genuinely cared, just a little, about one of her daughters.

And the fact Scarlet was a queen during this! The thought that Scarlet and the SkyWings could have been minor allies in the years prior to Oasis’s death (which would make sense in the fact that Burn’s first ally was the Sky Kingdom, because she would be in the best position to utilize the Sand Kingdom’s original allies before the succession crisis)

like I can’t stop thinking about a twenty-one y/o Burn being her mother’s not-so-subtle chosen heir and attending diplomatic meetings and Scarlet, a fresh queen with such a dramatic flair, meeting.

#wings of fire #wof #burn wings of fire #princess burn #scarlet wings of fire #queen scarlet #ex-queen scarlet #burnlet (?)#burnlet #scarlet and burn are a bloody duo and i love them #wings of fire rambling #uh oh! another ramble! forgive me dearies #seriously just IMAGINE princess burn fawning over scarlet when they first meet @ a diplomatic meeting #like i imagine burn to be incredibly unhealthy with her fawning #thirty years of them being crazy together #canyon is just off to the side eating orange slices #dont mind him #he probably doesnt even notice his wife and her ally being all lovey dovey murdertown #levii0th0n ramble

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some-pers0n · 1 year

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A Thrilling Evening

Fandom: WoF

Characters: Scarlet, Burn, Moorhen

CW: Mentions of war and consuming alcohol

Summary: Scarlet has invited her other allies to a fun little diplomatic meeting. Unfortunately, they don't seem as thrilled about it as she is.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago, but I still quite like it. My goofy brain loves writing entirely evil characters.

"It's always lovely whenever you two are over," Scarlet said, "rarely am I given a proper excuse to host a dinner party. It gives me a chance to talk with some like-minded dragons. Too few are the generals actually entertaining. Too focused on battles and fighting in the planning and war sense to be enjoyable."

"Are we not here on the basis that this is a diplomatic meeting though?" Moorhen asked.

"Well, that is true, but not all diplomatic meetings need to entirely be all strategies and planning and such. I believe you said before that these nights are more about the queens bonding and growing to trust one another than it is about the subjects we talk about, no?" She glanced at the MudWing queen.

"Just try to keep things on topic, won't you?" Burn commented, looking down at the SkyWing. "You are a pleasant host, but I have better things to talk about."

"Oh please, as though you don't find it fun to talk with us," she playfully said. Burn didn't respond, instead continuing to walk in silence. Disappointed by her lack of input, she frowned. "I suppose you can be that way then."

The trio continued before finally getting to the dining hall. Two guards opened the massive doors, revealing the inside. A sprawling hall that stretched quite a distance. A crescent-shaped marble table sat in the middle, adorned with several gems and jewels. It was lit by candlelight, both from the ones on the table and the chandeliers above. Murals were etched into the walls, depicting the rich and mythical history of the SkyWings.

"Come now. The cooks are preparing our meals. The appetizers will arrive soon, don't you worry." Scarlet slunk into her own special throne, picking up a chalice. But, as she pressed it to her lips, no drink was there.

She hissed at it. "Somebody forgot to pour the wine! Servant!"

Moments later, a scrawny young SkyWing popped out from a nearby room. On a platter were several different wines. "Terribly, terribly sorry, my queen," they apologize. "Now, which one would you like–" Scarlet didn't wait for them to finish before ripping the platter from their claws.

"We can select ourselves," she snarled. "Off with you now! Guards! Find whoever was supposed to pour the wine and throw them in the dungeon! There's no excuse for neglecting such a simple task."

She then turned back to the other queens. "Useless is what they are," she spat. "At least they brought us some quality drink, no? Here, make your choice. I personally just adore this one. It has such a rich and deep flavor." The queen held up an orange bottle, popping off the cork and letting the vibrant red liquid pour into her glass.

"Ooh, what's it called?" Moorhen inquired. "Or what winery it's from."

Scarlet shrugged. "Don't know. All I know is that it's divine. You both have to try it. It's an order, as per my rules."

"Why bother giving us a choice if you only want us to drink one wine?" Burn picked up another bottle, inspecting it.

"Hush now. You'll love it, I just know you will. Something to lighten you up! You're so serious all of the time. It's a dinner party after all, you're free to have some fun."

Burn grimaced. "Thank you for insulting me."

She scoffed. "See what I mean? I was having some light banter, and you come in and make it all grounded and unfun." She took a sip, basking in the flavors of her drink. "Either way, drink up. We've got plenty, so don't be shy."

Moorhen poured her own glass from the same fiery orange bottle. "So, how are things in your kingdoms? So many troops are coming back in mine. Many dead, several more wounded and in need of service. It's rather nightmarish."

"Yes, from your failure of a campaign against the IceWings," Burn said. "It was doomed from the start. I thought your tribe would've avoided such harsh environments due to your limited fire abilities."

The russet-brown queen sighed. "We thought that our fire wasn't all too important. I was idiotic and took a chance, believing that somehow we could claim the hold."

"Yes, it was idiotic," the SandWing continued. "The uppermost area of the continent is Scarlet's problem, isn't it? It should've been an issue she tackled with her own army as opposed to you. Valiant efforts, but that was a choice so awful I'd be ashamed for it for the rest of my life."

Moorhen's wings slunk down, clearly embarrassed. "...indeed, yes."

"It was a spectacle, I'll say," Scarlet interjected. "My scouts reported back some details from the battles. If it didn't end so fast, I would've come over to watch."

"And don't think you're free from this either." Burn glared at the SkyWing as she poured her glass. "Like you said, you knew this was happening. You should've supported her."

"It was over so quickly. Besides, it was doomed from the start. The IceWings have that area protected like–"

"Is this war some sort of game to you?" She raised her voice, slamming down her chalice a little. "I may pride myself on war, but this is far from a situation where you can afford to sit around like this. Unlike you, I would rather send my troops out to fight and die for a cause than to watch them brawl to the death in a battle in which the only reward is only temporary."

Scarlet rolled her eyes. "Here she goes again. Blah blah blah, on and on." She leaned on the table, resting one arm on the table and swirling her drink around with the other. "Darling, I am trying. We all are. It's not my fault if she loses a battle, no?"

"By all means, it is. A quick message to your outposts to aid them could've been the difference between defeat or victory."

"Ugh," she groaned. "Can't we talk about something else? We've just sat down, have we not?"

A bit of awkward silence followed before Scarlet spoke up once more, pointing her cup towards a large painting across the wall. It was a portrait of herself. Her likeness was perfectly captured in it. Her talons were resting on a small podium, smoke fuming from her nostrils and curling around her horns. Her golden yellow eyes were piercing and fierce.

"Beautiful, isn't it? Recently commissioned it. Really brings out my beauty, doesn't it?"

"Tacky."

"I'm sorry...what did you say?" She turned towards Burn.

"How much did you spend on such an obnoxious piece? I can't think of any reason as to why you'd pay for a self-centered and absorbed artwork."

"It is not obnoxious!" she said, gesturing to the giant painting of herself. "To answer your question, I paid nothing for it."

"Nothing? Then how did you commission them?" Moorhen asked.

"Well...I wouldn't say commissioned, now that I think of it. More or less threatened the artist into doing so. They were a prisoner of war. Found out through some guards that they were an artist. One thing leads to another, and look at that. Now have a gorgeous portrait to liven the room up."

The conversation dried up a bit. However, soon enough, distant talons-steps could be heard. A lot of them too. Moments later, a group of servers came through the door.

"Appetizers. They include spitfire salad, deviled eggs, and several types of cheeses and sausage," one announced while the others dished out the food. "Dinner will be ready shortly." Just as quickly as they arrived, they disappeared back into the halls of the palace.

"Thank you so much for dinner, Scarlet," the MudWing queen thanked. "It's been quite difficult recently with the famine and such to find such quality food. I pray that the spirits will tip the balance and give us rain."

"I pray the spirits will let us win one moons-forsaken battle." Burn took a bite from one of the sausage links. "It's been ages since I've had a proper win. We need one after that disaster with the IceWing hold. We've been the laughingstock of the continent. It's time we show them that we're something to be feared."

"Agreed. It's so thrilling being in that position. Who wouldn't want to be feared?"

"Well..." Moorhen spoke up. "Isn't it better to be hailed as a nice queen?"

"Soft queens get stabbed and manipulated. Intimidating ones survive the war. The only reason Blaze hasn't had her throat slit yet is because Glacier's got her on a leash. She's useless and would rather play dress-up and throw parties than partake in battle. Reminds me of somebody..."

"Oh, what? Just because I don't send in my troops the one time you're comparing me to your empty-headed sister?" Scarlet complained. "Please. Besides, we all know I'm far more stunning than she'll ever be."

"Beauty is...subjective..."

"Are you saying I'm not lavish? I'm pristine, aren't I? Dragons would kill for my looks. Look at my scales. Not a nick or scratch."

"What's wrong with scars?" Burn asked. "I find them more honorable and respectful than jewelery and crowns. They're marks. They show you've struggled and come back out on top. That, despite everything, you still roam this land. You're still here. You didn't give up. You weren't a coward. You fought and won." She pointed to a rather nasty looking scar, one that went down her entire neck to her torso. "This isn't something I'm ashamed of. This is evidence of how I am not a dragon to mess with."

The SandWing princess took a sig from her cup. "That alone is worth more than anything you have."

"Gee, thanks for the compliment," Scarlet scoffed.

"You're very welcome."

#wings of fire #wof #somepersonswriting #scarlet wof #burn wof #Moorhen wof #You could probably say this counts as Burnlet fanfic #wof fanfic #SP-writing

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