In the generation of miracles, there stands four kingdoms far stronger than most. Hennessia, and their prince Beer Keg. Megabyte, and their heir, Glitchy, the strongest of them all, Fireball of Scovilla, and Pound of Quids.

The two princes of Scovilla, Fireball Embers, and Firey Embers. Both were eligible to rule at the right age. Firey, being the eldest, was more likely to inherit said power, but chose to pass it down to his younger, somewhat hot-headed little brother.

With a king on the way, all that was needed was someone for Fireball to marry.

The prince of the Quids Kingdom, Pound Quids was also at the age of ruling over his kingdom.

Both parents needed allies for the children and generations to have starting off, as well as someone for their children to marry. And with such, an arranged marriage was born between the two princes, without either of their consent. Sure the two had met before in youth gatherings, but Pound was never interested in Fireball much. Too busy in love with Glitchy to see Fireball yearning for him, that was until their breakup. Glitchy moved on fast, Pound on the other hand, practically cried and snapped at everyone for a year.

Timeskip, at the coronation in Quids!

Fireball's POV:

"Now Fireball, I'd like you to go talk to Pound. You two will make a wonderful alliance, and perhaps you'll grow to love each other."

King Charcoal, Fireball's father said, gesturing over to the other young boy.

"Pound my dear, don't be so stiff. Go talk to the boy."

Queen Tea, Pound's mother ordered him, nudging him closer to the fire elemental. Pound seemed clearly uncomfortable, but steeled himself with a neutral expression. He nodded silently, in response, stepping over and walking a bit closer to Fireball.

It seems that this was their lives now. Tied together. Fireball's eyes traveled up and down Pound. Cute, definitely. He took in Pound's all white and gold attire, the blonde messy hair, beautiful white wings he had flapping aimlessly.

The years past by, and Fireball and Pound got closer. Slowly, but surely. Persistent and clingy, Fireball always found a way to breach Pound's stoic attiude, usually getting him to be affectionate back. He even took Fireball's last name! Pound Embers. How cute.

Pound's mother booked the two a surprise checkup with a doctor, and never specified the reason why. So the two sat at the clinic and hear the doctor explain.

"Hello, my princes! I come bearing some..hopefully happy news about Prince Pound's angel anatomy. At twenty, any angel despite their gender, gains the ability to get pregnant..! Congratulations you can have children..?"

The doctor explained, flashing awkward smile. Pound's eyes stared blankly like a startled cat with his wings flared, and Fireball jumped up in excitement.

"Oh, yeah! You know how amazing this is?! We don't have to do adoption or anything, I can just make one with you! We already do it all the time!"

Fireball explained, pointing down to the obvious tent in his pants, saying 'let's get started'. On the walk back to the palace, Fireball kept asking Pound questions like 'Please, just let me!', or 'We're already intimate, let's just do it for real!'