Author's Notes:

Credit to dj-pon3fan for the idea. ^_^

"Hey."

"Hey Spike."

"What." Spike deadpanned, looking up from his new wings. "Oh, hi, Ember."

Ember smirked devilishly.

"You're coming with me, husbando."

"What."

Ember shrugged. "You originally were to be the Dragon Lord, but since you weren't exactly... uh, what would you call it..."

"...Mature?" Spike answered, "Grown-up? Wing-enabled?"

"Eh. Whatever." Ember dismissed, "Anyways, get your butt off the ground. You're married to me now."

"What." Spike repeated.

"Blah blah blah, ancient dragon culture crap that my father lectured me on. Just roll with it already."

It was at this moment that Spike ultimately decided that getting wings was a big downfall in his life.

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And the author proceeded to facepalm at the absurdity of this chapter.