Welcome to "Oops?", an Umbli fanfic! The basis to this AU is that almost all dragons have word(s) printed somewhere on their body from the day they were born. These words are the first words your soulmate will say to you, and are written in their handwriting.
Chapter One: What Fell Before They Did
Qibli glared at his jaw in the puddle. The SeaWings had some very fine puddles around the sea shore. The backwords "What?" was scrawled in a questionable manner. The "w" wasn't even uppercased, and the black letter didn't end before it went into the "h", "a", "t," and question mark.
Qibli decided a long time ago he did not like his soulmark. Those words belonged to someone who was messy and he did not want to spend his entire life with them. He decided to rid the thoughts of soulmates and soulmarks as he continued his mission - to deliver a box of gems back to Thorn. He grabbed the wooden box and lifted into the blue sky.
But, now that he had thought about his soulmate, he couldn't stop.
Is it possible to never meet your soulmate? the SandWing pondered, tightening his hold on the box. What if he never did? He'd already met two dragons who said his soulmark to him - a NightWing named Moonwatcher and an IceWing named Winter, but Moon's soulmark was still a mystery and Winter's was "Your scales are so shiny!" The NightWing hadn't been comfortable sharing her soulmark, which was totally fine, but she promised it wasn't Qibli. Winter, on the other hand, grudingly proved that Qibli was not his soulmate by showing the messy words on the base of his neck. Winter had said he wasn't exactly looking forward to meeting his soulmate.
Qibli had laughed at the IceWing. In fact, they were still some sort of friends, and if Winter were a girl, he would be completely fine with Winter as his soulmate.
Qibli's stomach clenched. Same-gender relationships were unheard of in Pyrrhia - he was certain if the universe decided that two guys or girls were soulmates, genders wouldn't stop anything, but he hadn't encountered anyone like that.
Qibli knew it was rather lame and needy of him to worry so much about his soulmate. He'd asked Thorn about it, worried that at this point (He was five, shouldn't he already have found the love of his life?!) he'd be alone, and she'd told him to not worry about it.
The SandWing hefted the crate up higher in his talons, gripping it with his claws rather than his talons.
But still.... What if? What if he'd never meet them? It was a thought that often nagged at him, and he didn't think it would leave soon.
Qibli felt wind pushing his wings at a different, more erratic interval, and a loud noise from in front of him. His head snapped up, eyes wide, pupils dilating as he swerved to the side. Narrowly, he avoided the flock of large white birds rushing towards him.
Unfourtunatley, he didn't notice the box slipping out of his talons until he heard an undignified squeak from below.
This was something he'd leave out of his report...
Umber felt something hard crash into his head, and immediately he fell, letting out a rather shameful squeak. The MudWing gasped for air in an oddly grotesque way. Sharp needle points fell onto his back, and he grimaced each time a new one pierced his scales.
Umber had just been trying to get something to eat, but of course, that didn't stop the box from falling from the sky and thwomping him on the head.
He did not make that squeak. He didn't. At least, that's what he would tell you.
But, in time, Umber wouldn't be embarrassed to tell others of what happened next. In time...
He opened his eyes, black spots swirling and twirling through his vision. Then there was was a yellow blob.
Well, more of a pale golden SandWing-ish yellow blob.
Umber pushed himself to his talons, shaking his body and flaring his wings, pushing off the splinters of broken box and the shiny rocks. A few of them were broken or scratched. Oops, he thought, not actually very sorry at all. The dragon already knew there would be a bruise tomorrow.
A talon stepped toward him, of the same calming yellow. His eyes traced up the leg towards a blinking SandWing, whose gaze was cast ruefully downwards at the gems.
Umber let out a sigh of content without meaning to. That's what you get for dropping your box of jewels on my face, you smokebreather.
"You look like something just fell on you," the SandWing remarked a moment later, not aware of what he had just done.
Umber felt his talons clench, his wings lock, and his eyes go wide. A bolt of electricity shot down his spine, and those small, shaky words written on his left wing burned painfully. He opened his mouth numbly, trying to think of the right words to say.
"What?" was his dumb whisper.
In Umber's defence, how were you supposed to react when you've met your soulmate?
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