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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 5 years

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Tomorrow Never Came PT. 9

It’s Christmas Eve - who better spend it with than your roommate/secret boyfriend of 3 months and all of your friends? But anyways, secrets aren’t meant to be kept forever. A cute Christmas filler before the angst to come soon. :)

“Come on you two, or we’re going to be late!”

Freddie was waiting near the entryway, shifting from foot to foot in an antsy manner as he called for you and Roger. You had been tasked with getting ready before Freddie came home briefly from the stall (he’d ran it on his own today) but both of you had gotten sidetracked when you accidentally napped all afternoon away in Roger’s bed. How you’d managed to hide the relationship from Freddie this long when you were this forgetful, you had no idea.

You’d barely managed to even take a shower before Freddie had returned home, and he chastised the both of you thoroughly for being so lazy.

“Both of you are awful, neither one of you could go check and make sure the other was getting ready? I swear it’s like you two don’t even know the other exists. Y/N, in her little world out here while Roger sleeps the day away in his little rabbit hole.”

Glancing down the hall towards Roger’s room, you’d had to stifle laughter as you nodded along, scrambling to pull a Christmas outfit together that would look semi-decent. You’d invited the boys and their dates over to the stall for Christmas Eve, and you were dying to finally let everyone know that you two were an item. But the one problem that stood in the way was Freddie.

Freddie still hadn’t been told, and there was no doubt in your mind that he’d be furious if you told anyone besides him first. You both considered each other to be your closest friends, aside from Mary and Roger, and if Freddie had to find out for himself that you’d been stealing nights in Roger’s bed when he was away, he’d flip a lid. But the right time to tell him just simply could not be found.

“Rog, I’m coming in to use your mirror, get decent,” you called from outside of his door, Freddie rolling his eyes as he looked at the clock on the wall impatiently. Giving him a moment to arrange himself out of pure respect for the act in front of Freddie, you then entered and found Roger in all black, very anti-Christmas if you’d ever seen it, but then again, Roger was never one to observe traditions anyways. Suddenly feeling too festive in the white sweater dress and red heels you’d donned, you turned to go change with a quick ‘Sorry,’ but Roger grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room gently, closing the door behind you.

“You look lovely tonight, dove,” he cooed softly, twirling you around once before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as you regained your footing, giggling softly.

“Thank you, Rog. You look…. festive,” you teased, Roger laughing as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, guiding you over to the mirror.

“Is this how you people from the future dress for Christmas? I’d quite like a future with a little like red-green juxtaposition in it.”

Rolling your eyes at yet another one of his future questions, you reached up to pull a stray hair from the wildly abnormal position it’d been resting in on Roger’s head, then ran your hand over his hair to smooth it. Ever since that late September night, Roger had been eager to learn about the world that awaited him in the future. He’d practically gone mad when you told him about camera phones. You couldn’t wait to tell him about smartphones.

“Get ready to cry – we dress even more festive in the future. Last Christmas, I wore a red and green sweater that had the Wet Bandits on it paired with some reindeer leggings.”

Groaning for a moment, Roger rested his chin on your shoulder as he furrowed his eyebrows, making a stink face. “Horrible. Red and green is the worst of the three complementary pairs. And Wet Bandits? What does that even mean?”

“Let’s just say they made the best Christmas movie of all time in the 90’s. You’ll love it.” Patting his cheek, you then turned your head to press a quick kiss to his temple, but he turned and caught you up in a real kiss, one that was playful and teasing and verging on dangerous as his teeth latched onto your lower lip, tugging on it gently. “Rog,” you murmured softly, pulling away reluctantly and pressing a kiss to his nose. “When are we going to tell Fred?”

“Do we have to?” he whined, moving to stand in front of you and pressing a series of pouting kisses to your face.

“Rog, stop, stop,” you laughed quietly, ducking away from his kisses but still wrapping your arms around his neck. “Are you ashamed of me? Am I not 70’s enough for you?” He pulled his head back, studying you for a moment and smiling as his eyes roamed over your lips, then flitting back up to meet your gaze. “Don’t even think about kissing me again before you answer the question.”

“Oh, shut up,” he grumbled playfully as the smile remained on his lips, pressing one more kiss to your jawline. “You know I’d never be ashamed of you. I’m just afraid of how sore I’m going to be when Freddie beats me senseless for bedding our cute roommate. Are you forgetting what I promised him?”

“Yeah, yeah, something about me being off limits. Look how well you listened to that.” Pinching his ass for dramatic affect, you got a sour look in response, and you grinned innocently as you pulled away from him, stepping around his body to get to the mirror, where you started applying red lipstick. “We’ve got to tell him tonight, before we get there. You know he’ll lose his marbles if Brian or anyone else finds out first.”

“Before we get there? Like, in the car?” he sputtered, raising an eyebrow at the way you remained unbothered at his shock. “You want to sign my death warrant, clearly. My girlfriend wants me dead on Christmas Eve, what a gift!”

You shushed him as you nodded towards the door. Freddie could have easily been listening, and you prayed with everything in you that he hadn’t heard an ill-timed, accidental confession. Finishing your lipstick off quickly, you peeked out of the doorway to find Freddie still waiting in the entryway, tapping his foot and giving you a pointed look when he noticed you poking your head out.

“One more kiss,” Roger mumbled from behind you, grabbing your hips that were still obscured from Freddie’s view. But you wriggled out of his grasp, looking over your shoulder with a pointed look and shaking your head. “C’mon,” he whined, still hiding just inside his doorway, but his puppy dog pout wasn’t enough to keep you there, so he watched in defeat as you disappeared out of view down the hallway, your heels clicking against the slightly warped wood.

“Rog is ready, he just keeps spazzing over which necklace he should wear,” you remarked to Freddie, grabbing your purse from the couch and averting your eyes when you spied the church spire just outside the window, adorned with Christmas lights. Letting your blood settle from the instant boil it had hit, you closed your eyes for a moment before turning to Freddie and smiling. “Let’s head down, he can catch up.”

“Not letting you two abandon me,” Roger protested as he emerged from the hallway, clasping his necklace and giving you a playfully insulted look as he joined the two of you in the entryway, pulling all of your coats on.

“Right. Now that our psycho fashionista has chosen his impressive all-black ensemble for a Christmas party,” Freddie pointed out, raising one eyebrow before pushing his hair back out of his face a bit. “Let’s get on with it. You’ve made us late to our own party.”

“Oh, hell, it’s not like it’s a big thing,” Roger retorted, grabbing his bottle of vodka from the counter and tossing you the champagne you’d requested. Opening the top of the bottle, Roger took a swig and only cringed a small bit before closing the bottle again. “Everyone’s going to be hammered by the time we get there, though, so that’s a bit unfair.”

“You don’t get to complain when you were the last one out,” you chimed in, Freddie laughing and wrapping his arm around your shoulder as Roger closed up, grumbling to himself as he trailed behind the two of you.

As you emerged onto the frigid streets of a December London, you silently said a prayer for everyone working the café tonight. It was sure to be a busy place, tons of hot chocolates and coffees and big groups, but you’d made sure to request this night off ages ahead of time. Freddie was rambling on about some guy he’d wanted to invite for you as you approached the car, Roger opening the front door for you as an oblivious Freddie walked around to the other side.

“He’s a right treat, darling, you would have loved him. It’s a shame he had plans, I was really looking forward to hooking the two of you up.”

As Roger climbed into the seat behind you, he sneakily reached around the far side of the seat and pinched your hip, garnering a yelp and a blush out of you as you forced yourself not to turn around and pull out your claws. “Sorry,” you mumbled, pulling your seatbelt over your lap and buckling it as Freddie gave you an odd look.

“Get caught in the door?” he asked, starting the car and nodding with you when you nodded in fake agreeance. “Well, maybe we can bring Tom round for New Year’s, he’s dying to meet you.”

Glancing back at Roger in the rearview mirror, you raised an eyebrow. Even though his eyes pled with you to keep quiet, he willed himself to nod, and you smiled before looking to the road as Freddie started to drive down towards Kensington Market, babbling on about Tom.

“Won’t be necessary, Fred, I’m fine. Thank you though, for always looking out for me.”

“What? Are you turning down an eligible bachelor?” Freddie gasped, stopping at a red light down the street and turning to you. After a moment, he then leaned forward a bit and lowered his voice. “Are you gay? Because if so, that’s totally understandable. I just thought, because of that man at the bar this summer-“

“She’s not gay, Freddie.” Roger speaking up from the back startled Freddie, and he turned to give Roger a condemning look before he took off again at the green, running straight into another red a block down.

“Roger, it’s a bit rude to assume your roommate’s sexuality for her. Who are you to know what she likes down there? Buzz off.”

“Freddie,” you started, but Freddie was on a roll as he turned back to Roger again, fury in his eyes.

“And another thing, Rog-“

“I know what she likes down there, Fred!” Roger exclaimed, Freddie making a noise of disgust and disbelief as he turned back around, repeating the same process of going at the green light and getting caught at another red. It was a vicious cycle, but you were about to see something else pretty vicious if you didn’t intervene.

“Just because you think you’re a god amongst men doesn’t mean that-“ Freddie started, but you grabbed his arm to stop him before he said anything he’d regret in a moment. He looked at you funny, then cocked his head curiously. “What is it?”

“Rog is well aware of what I like… Can we stop referring to it as what I like down there?” you asked, cringing lightly, and Freddie remained confused, so you sighed and continued. “Roger and I have been an item for a couple months now, Fred.”

“3 months as of today,” Roger corrected, sending a cheesy smile to you through the rearview when you looked back at him in amazement.

“My god, it has been 3 months on the dot, hasn’t it?” you marveled, slowly smiling and forgetting all about the man in the driver’s seat for a moment. “Happy 3 months, Rog. Can’t believe we’ve put up with each other that long.”

You looked forward and noticed the light was green, but Freddie wasn’t going – he was just staring at the road in front of him, not really seeing. When a car honked behind you, he sprung out of his trance and hit the gas, going forward and plunging the car into silence. The lack of a reaction from him was eerie, and Roger was the first to try and lighten the mood.

“If it makes you feel any better, Fred, we didn’t shag in your bed.”

“Roger!” you and Freddie yelled simultaneously, Freddie gripping the steering wheel tightly and glancing over at you with an unreadable look as you glanced between him and a mutually terrified Roger in the back.

“Fred, we wanted to tell you sooner, but we were afraid you’d be mad at Roger. He wanted to tell you on his own time, but he pussyfooted around for the last two months and never got around to it,” you explained, ending it with a reprimanding tone as you caught Roger’s eye in the rearview. All you got was a sheepish smile in return, which quickly erased itself when Freddie spoke.

“You should have told me the moment it happened, darlings, I wouldn’t have been mad.”

Roger scoffed at that. “You’re mad now. And you were mad then too, yelling at me to not have my cock out around the flat. You just didn’t know it yet, but she’d already seen it the night before.” Jesus, his filter is remarkable, you murmured, rolling your eyes at your choice of boyfriend but smiling just a bit to yourself.

“What?” Freddie hissed, hitting the brakes and making you jolt forward as he stopped for a sudden red light. Swallowing hard, you suddenly regretted letting Freddie drive as you broke the news to him. “That was the day after I ended up at Brian’s?”

“Yeah,” you admittedly softly, reaching over to grab Freddie’s arm, squeezing it gently as you gave him an apologetic look. “We’re really sorry we didn’t tell you sooner. We promise you’re the first to know. Not even Brian knows. We’ve just been taking it slow and steady-“

“Slow enough that you shagged on the first night,” Freddie pointed out, and Roger couldn’t help but snicker as you rolled your eyes nodding.

“That was only fair. But seriously, we wanted to make sure it was the right time before we told you. We’re going to tell everyone else later tonight.” Freddie nodded slowly, absorbing all of the info he’d just been given as he tried not to freak out, knowing that would give Roger the satisfaction of knowing he was mad that you hadn’t told him sooner. “We love you, Fred, we swear we just did what we thought was best. No more secrets from now on, promise.”

“What she said,” Roger agreed, and you shot him a warning look over your shoulder as you squeezed Freddie’s arm again, trying to be as diplomatic as possible.

And Freddie wasn’t unreasonable. Thought he was stubborn and promised to give you a good reaming later, he couldn’t help but be happy for the two of you. His two closest friends, his roommates, had found a happiness in each other that could only be translated through the looks you gave each other as Roger held the door open for you once you’d reached the market. It was evident in the way you smiled up at him and took his arm that you adored him, and Freddie noticed how gentle Roger was with you, closing the door behind you, opening doors for you, keeping a guiding hand on you at all times as you all three made your way into the market.

Although he was a bit livid that he was the one of the trio trailing the pack this time, he smiled a bit at the sight of you two. Better him than anyone else, he supposed, as he looked at Roger’s head tilting towards yours, a brief kiss brushing past your temple, and the giggle that came out of your lips was sweet, and pure. That does it, Freddie decided to himself as he watched the two of you approach the market stall arm in arm, They’re a good match. If Roger hurts her, I’ll kill him.

Deacon was the first to notice your arm in Roger’s, a questioning eyebrow raising as he sent you two a coy smile and greeted you amiably. When he gave Roger a quick, one-armed hug, he questioned him with nothing but a look, which Roger confirmed with a nod. “Well, I’ll be,” Deacon remarked laughingly, giving you a quick hug as well and quietly congratulating you, Freddie watching with a small, knowing smile as he poured himself a drink, having already gone back into the stall.

“Nice of you three to show up finally,” Brian teased, pulling you in for a hug and making you laugh as he easily dwarfed you.

“Blame Roger. Couldn’t decide what to wear, as if the choices were so difficult,” you joked, Roger rolling his eyes playfully and giving Brian a light pat on the shoulder in greeting.

“Matching blacks is difficult, I’ll have you know.” Brian laughed at Roger’s mock serious tone, and Chrissy joined the three of you in conversation as you all settled in, drinking and laughing and generally being merry on the special night. Meanwhile, Freddie, Deacon, Veronica, and Mary played some drinking game across the stall, all of the other stalls around you closing up for the evening as you continued the drunken festivities. Soon, you were the only people left in the building, so you spread out the party just a bit, Roger managing to sneak you away to stroll down the hallway, arm in arm, as you talked.

“Freddie reacted about as I expected,” you noted happily as you squeezed Roger’s arm, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for a moment to stop the room from spinning. Laughing incredulously for a moment, he looked down at you as you reached the end of the hallway, spinning around slowly to head back towards the merry, frivolous voices of your friends at the far end.

“He reacted way better than I expected,” Roger scoffed, pressing a quick, drunken kiss to the top of your head before fully wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leaning his weight on you a bit. “But I’m glad we told him. Now I can kiss you whenever I want.”

You smiled widely at Roger’s completely inadvertent Sweet Home Alabama reference, choosing not to tell him about that particular movie, and you came to a stop with him about halfway down the hallway again, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning into him. “Do you want to kiss me right now?”

“Of course,” he replied plainly, as if it was obvious, and he shifted his eyes upwards to the wooden beam that ran across the ceiling above your head. You looked up to see a sprig of mistletoe hung directly over the center where you’d just stopped. “That’s just an added bonus. Two for one.”

“Really? I feel like it-“

But Roger’s lips were already on yours, not letting you get another word in as his hand cupped the side of your face, obscuring it from the view of the others completely. He wanted this kiss all to himself, one sloppy, drunken kiss to share just between the two of you. You were sweet, like champagne, and Roger tasted like cigarettes, the two tastes intermingling deliciously as you parted your lips for him just slightly, his tongue barely beginning to glide across yours before the sound of Brian’s voice pulled you out of your embrace.

“My God, Roger and Y/N are snogging out here!” Brian yelled loudly, alerting the rest of the group to your whereabouts as he staggered up, clutching his bottle of beer. “I didn’t know you two were a thing.

“I did,” Deacy chimed in, and Veronica nodded along, having heard it from him. And of course, Freddie had told Mary, who had told Chrissy. All of them chimed in with their own knowledge of the relationship, leaving your cheeks burning as Brian stared in disbelief at the two of you, some of your red lipstick smudged onto Roger’s lips messily.

“Thanks for enlightening me, guys,” Brian sneered jokingly, giving you a searingly damning look before taking another drink of his beer. “I suppose I’m the last person on Earth to know? Merry Christmas to me.”

“Not the last person,” you corrected gently, smiling a bit to yourself as you moved your hands to Roger’s arms, snickering a bit. “I haven’t told my coworker that fancies me the news. Don’t want to crush him with that weight during the holidays.”

Brian rolled his eyes, tipping his beer back once more before looking up at the mistletoe and squinting a bit. “Glad that I’m not the last one, I guess. Now stop hogging the mistletoe. I’ve got a girlfriend I’d like to make out with as well. Chrissy!”

Chuckling, Roger wrapped his arm around your shoulder and started leading you back to the stall as Chrissy made her way out to where Brian was, laughing at something he’d said and chastising him gently for being so drunk. She was sweet and a bit motherly, just Brian’s type, and you wondered if she thought the same about your pairing with Roger. By the warm look she gave you two as you passed, you hoped that was a positive sign.

“It looks a bit better on Y/N,” Freddie teased Roger, brushing his thumb over his own lips to indicate that Roger should find a mirror, which he did as he led you back around the corner of one of the stalls, obscuring the both of you partially. And he looked in the mirror for a moment, just to grin at himself, before his lips were on yours again, stealing your breath away as one of his hands came to rest unashamedly on your ass.

“Roger,” you breathed out against his lips, but he just gave your hip a quick squeeze with his other hand as he grinned cheekily into the kiss, leaning forward and resting his forehead against yours as you tried to pull away to give him a word of warning before he got you both in too deep. But your attempts were futile, Roger’s wandering hands pulling you close to him and tempting you far too much, so you pressed a kiss to his lower lip as you tried to speak again. “Roger, everyone is right out there.”

“So? They all know now, we don’t have to hide anymore,” he murmured, but he did pull back a bit, moving both of his hands to a respectful place on your waist as you leaned into his touch, the fuzzy haze the champagne had brought over your reasoning making you giggle as he brushed a ticklish spot on your side.

And he was right, you decided. Why hide it if everyone knew? Even if you didn’t really completely belong here, you did know that you were meant to be with Roger, right here, right now, and somehow, the universe had made that happen.

“The best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten,” you whispered as you looked up at him with an adoring gaze, Roger returning the gaze through lightly hooded, drunken eyes. But he was every bit as enraptured as you, smiling widely before he pressed one chaste kiss to your lips, then one to your forehead. As his lips lingered on the soft skin near your hairline, he murmured those three words you’d been simultaneously afraid, yet oh-so-ready to hear.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N. I love you.”

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mlpdestinyverse · 5 years

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“Royal Run-In”

So an ex-prince, an artist, and a socialite meet in front of an ice cream shop...

Feat. Monochrome, Nova Spark,

Story and Description Under The Cut

-On a sunny and bustling street of the great city of Canterlot, a well-dressed young mare strolls along with her head held high, humming a cheerful tune. In one foreleg she holds a lace parasol, twirling it above her every so often. She moves as though she is a sight to be envied, the elegant curls of her hair bouncing along her back with each peppy step. As she passes by ponies she offers sweet smiles and friendly greetings, earning many back in return. As she rounds a corner, taking in the beautiful sights of the grand city, a display of stylish dresses in a shop window on the other side of the street catches her eye. The mare admires them, contemplating whether to cross the street to get a better look. But due to being distracted she squeaks as she bumps into something - the back of somepony sitting hunched over at a table, just outside of an ice cream shop- Heather: *feels a tinge of annoyance for the blunder and the eyes she had drawn, but puts on her best sheepish smile. She speaks with an accented voice, one meant for a proper lady of social standing* Oh I'm so very sorry, love! I wasn't quite paying attention- -Heather cuts herself off as the other pony sits up and turns around. She soon finds herself wide-eyed, tilting her head back further and further just to find the pegasus' face. And there, she sees a familiar set of green eyes staring back at her. Heather's own eyes almost bulge at the sight of Monochrome Dashielle, nearly a foot taller and...very much in-shape, if the toned muscles underneath their light coat say anything. She's ready to briskly leave, forcing the run-in to end there, until- Monochrome: *calmly appraises her, closing the sketchbook in their hooves* Hello Heather. Heather: *internally curses, knowing she can't ignore a greeting of familiarity now, not with so many ponies within ear-shot. She forces a smile* Monochrome! Hello! *looks them up and down again* I...didn't recognize you! -Heather nervously shifts her eyes. Some ponies glance their way, surely curious of someone of high stature like her speaking to a normal citizen, but thankfully they continue on their way. Her attention only returns when she hears the pegasus hum- Monochrome: *stoically glances down at themself, then back at her* Yes...I suppose puberty was kind. Heather: *tenses, absolutely loathing the jab. Yet manages a stiff laugh* I suppose it was! Monochrome: *stares at her smile before meeting her eyes* ...I see you haven't changed much. -Heather desperately wants to scoff, or roll her eyes, but knows such ill-temper would land her in deep water. Canterlot, after all, is vast and so unlike the schools she had attended and proudly stood at the top of. Ponies here, especially in the higher classes, are willing to believe and chatter about the tiniest of things, reputation of a pony be damned. She has no choice but to keep in check her desire to tell off those who manage to insult her or get in her way. So she opts for option two: sweetly put them in their place- Heather: *gives a cheerful, sugary grin* Oh Monochrome dear, don't be so silly! So much has changed, actually~ You wouldn't believe it! *takes a step back so Monochrome can get a good look at her and all of her glory, dressed with only the finest of fabrics* Moving to Canterlot after I graduated Friendship Academy was truly a dream, darling~ It didn't take long for me to meet the love of my life! *proudly touches the golden ring hanging from her neck* You are looking at one Lady Heather Tart Reed~ *waves a hoof* Or Heather Reed for short. Mister Reed is a darling noble stallion. You should've seen us! We started off as business partners and just fell absolutely in love! Our company has been growing rapidly and successfully ever since~ Monochrome: Wow. Heather: *barely holds back her smirk* I know~ So much has happened in only a few years! Monochrome: No I mean you....actually managed to get married. Heather: *feels a vein twitch in her head. She pushes out a giggle* Of course I did! My dear is just absolutely smitten with me. *twirls her hair around her hoof* I have him wrapped around my hoof, really~ Monochrome: Huh. Poor guy. Heather: *plastering back on her sugary smile she rests her hooves on her cheeks and makes a show of glancing over Monochrome's form* So what about you, sweetheart? I don't see a ring on you. *flutters her eyelashes* Don't tell me you don't have a partner yet! Oh how awful! -Monochrome calmly stares back at her, and for a moment, Heather thinks she's struck them- Monochrome: *hums and glances off to the side* He's a partner. Just not the kind you're thinking of. He's one of Canterlot's most brilliant minds, actually. -With great timing, both ponies hear the bell of the ice cream shop chime as someone exits. Looking up, they see a short purple stallion wander out. He holds two ice cream cups within his magenta magic, scrutinizing the larger of them with squinted blue eyes-

Nova: Okay, so they didn't have my carrot spice gelato, so I caved and got their weekly special...

-Heather almost cringes at the treat. It's some sort of red velvet and milk chocolate ice cream sundae, littered with dark swirls of fudge and topped with large brownie chunks, strawberry syrup, and black and white sprinkles. She watches the stallion stare at it with a mix of awe and fear-

Nova: Chrome, if this kills me, tell my mom- *finally looks up and stops, noticing another pony with Monochrome* Oh...uh sorry, didn't know you had company.

Monochrome: I wouldn't call her that.

Heather: *smiling wide, she tilts her head and speaks through gritted teeth* Oh, Monochrome, you're just...an endless sea of wit, aren't you? Monochrome: *corner of their mouth twitches* It's all I have nowadays.

Nova: *snorts, light-heartedly rolling his eyes* Not true, but okay.

-Heather finds herself going quiet as she watches the unicorn stallion place the cups at Monochrome's table. A weird feeling of familiarity continuously gnaws at her as she stares at him. The brilliant colors of his mane strike her, yet no matter how much she tries, no sense of recognition hits her as she scans his face. It's almost as if she's failing to register it, compared to everything else about him. She's tempted to ask him if they've met before.

Heather then glances at his cutie mark and softly gasps. As an avid admirer of the princesses, she can recognize that brilliant spark from anywhere.-

Heather: (!!) *straightens excitedly* Nova Spark! Prince Nova Spark! Of course!

-Nova Spark tenses as Heather's exclamation garners attention and murmurs from surrounding ponies. The onlookers nosily try to take a peek, as they naturally would with a royal nearby. However, to Heather's surprise, Monochrome stands and moves to Nova's most exposed side, blocking the view of the staring ponies. Mo sends an uncomfortably intense stare back at them, forcing a number of them to flinch or look away, if not making them give glances sparingly.

Nova relaxes a bit, but not for long. Heather tucks her closed parasol under her arm and steps forward to happily take Nova's hooves into her own. She almost misses the deliciously irked look that crosses Monochrome's face as she does. This is her chance to impress the eavesdroppers and bystanders with oh-so-wonderful pleasantries and familiarity. She's sure that as she is now, she can finally charm him- Heather: *gives her award-winning sweet smile* Oh Prince Nova, I knew you looked familiar! It's so good to see you again! The glasses are quite a look! Nova: *stares at her, wide-eyed, before slowly turning his head to make eye contact with Monochrome, as if searching for some answer* Monochrome: *sighs heavily and shrugs, waving a hoof at him to go on* Nova: ....*turns back to Heather just as slowly* I uh...do I know you? Heather: *giggles. She can only guess how different she looks from her old drab self* 'Course you do, love~! We went to the same Friendship Academy! I was Heather Tart back then! Nova: .... Heather: We worked together during a few group projects~? Nova: ....*slowly raises an eyebrow* Heather: ...*sweats, smile slowly straining* Y-you and I earned some of the highest test scores in our grade, deary! Remember? -Mentally, Heather finds herself recalling that they went to Friendship Elementary too. But of course he wouldn't remember that. He was always so interested in...Eventide. So much so, Heather could never capture his attention for long. Oh how she had loathed that. All because Eventide had connections with his family. She patiently waits for him to ponder over it. Even if he can't remember right away, she knows a well-trained prince like himself would have the common decency to at least feign recognition.- Nova: *breathes in deeply, shoulders rising...only for his whole posture to fall at once, staring at her cluelessly* Yeah no, I got nothing. Sorry. -Heather can't stop her eye from twitching. Hearing a snerk, her gaze then shoots up to find Monochrome hiding half of their face behind their sketchbook. She doesn't need to see their mouth to notice the amused crinkle of their eyes. Who knew the prince was so...blunt. But even if ponies are listening in, she still has a chance to recover. If anything, his memory failure would just look bad on him.- Heather: *quickly pats his hoof* Oh don't worry! It has been a few years, my prince! Nova: *strains a smile, one that looks nothing but forced and awkward* Stick with 'Nova'. Heather: *laughs* How modest of you! But isn't that a little too familiar, Prince Nova- Monochrome: *sighs in annoyance, shooting her a look* Maybe just respect a pony when they tell you what they prefer to be called. Nova: Agreed... Heather: (!) O-oh, of course! My apologies! *feels a bit nervous, seeing the uncomfortable edge to Nova's posture. Quickly changes the subject, bringing back her peppy tone* So what's been happening on your end, Sir Nova~? I'd love to know! Nova: *perks up a bit* Oh. Well... *glances over at Monochrome. He lightens up, smiling brightly* Chrome and I are working on a big project together. So that's exciting. -A vein bulges in Heather's head. For Monochrome, of all ponies, to be working with a prince- Heather: *voice becomes a pitch higher* W-what kind of project? Monochrome: That's a secret. *seeing Heather shoot them a tense look, the corner of their mouth lifts* All a part of the partnership, dear. Nova: Yep! Heather: *laughs stiffly* W-well, that's great, Sir Nova! *tightens her hold on his hooves. At least now she had an opening to truly impress him* I actually have a partnership myself with my dear husband! *winks* Surely you've heard of Reed Enterprise, our rapidly growing corporation right here in Canterlot! We've been quite the talk on the streets and in the local newspapers~ Nova: ...no actually. Heather: A-ah...well! That's quite alright! If you've only been visiting, of course it would be difficult hearing about us! Nova: *tilts head* Actually, I've been living here in Canterlot for...two? Three years now. Heather: *sucks in a sharp breath*......and you've...never once heard of us.

-Nova and Monochrome exchange a matching blank glance, simultaneously returning their attention to the earth pony after- Nova and Monochrome: No...

-Heather can physically feel her pride cracking. Her ears then catch a few whispers. Tensing, she's forced to remember the passing ponies and those still lingering nearby, no doubt listening in on this mess. She grits her teeth, determined for some way to save this conversation- Heather: (!!) A-anyway! That reminds me! I'm holding a party tonight at our penthouse, to celebrate our new office building! If you're free, you absolutely should drop by~ *lifts her head proudly* You'll see many familiar influential faces, knowing you~ Miss Rarity and Fancy Pants himself will be attending! Oh they'd be just elated to see you, I'm sure! Nova: *winces* Thanks. But I'd rather just...you know...stay home. -Nova bobs his head in a continuous nod, his mouth pressed into a tight line while Heather waits for more of an explanation. ...none comes. Only awkward, empty silence fills the air between them-

Heather: Please, at least consider it! *eyes flick nervously, landing on Monochrome* (!) I'll even invite Monochrome! You could both come together! -Though the thought of Monochrome attending exasperates her, Heather is convinced for a short moment that the offer has to be a selling point. However, something akin to a record scratch occurs. Nova shuts his eyes and shakes his head vigorously, as if uncertain if he had heard her right- Nova: Wait wait, stop, hold up- *eyebrows draw in as he pulls his body a significant distance away from her* You invited me to some party, right in front of Chrome, and you were about to leave them out? Heather: *caught off guard by how offended he looks, as if she had personally insulted him. She stumbles over herself for a proper response* W-well I just- I didn't think they'd enjoy such a scene- Nova: Because they're not royalty, like me. -With eyelids half-lidded, Nova raises a brow-

Heather: *feels a bit of panic, realizing attention is returning to them* Of course no- -Heather suddenly feels something dry and...leathery against her leg. Glancing down, she's greeted by the sight of a large tortoise, dressed with goggles and a strange mechanism on its back, as it ever-so-slowly pushes its head into her foreleg, actually managing to move it back. Startled, Heather releases her hold on Nova to jerk away from the wrinkly thing- Heather: What is that doing here?! Nova: *frowns* Well that's weird...never seen him do that before. Hang on, buddy- *attempts to pick the tortoise up, only to grunt as he struggles with its weight*....C-Chrome... Monochrome: *releases a breathy laugh, moving between the ponies to pick up their tortoise* Tank...were you trying to protect Nova from the strange lady?

Tank: *slowly nods his head* Monochrome: *smiles fondly and rests their head against his* Good boy. -Heather doesn't stop herself from finally shooting a glare at them, but swiftly drops it when Nova turns back around, eyeing her- Nova: ...I have to say. Inviting ponies based on social stature alone is pretty shallow. And, like...a pretty awful way of making friends, I'd think. *glances away* I mean, I'm really not the 'life of the party' like you're probably imagining. -Heather gapes, utterly dumbfounded. She then finally hears it; distant snorts of laughter, eagerly exchanged murmurs, a soft "damn" and "yikes". The earth pony's face burns horrendously, that word echoing in her head. 'Shallow'. At once she wishes she could snap at him, for the impudence and sheer indecency.- Monochrome: Nova...*eyes the table* I'm sorry to interrupt with tragic news, but... Nova: *follows Mo's gaze and yelps, seeing his ice cream cup almost completely melted* Oh come on... I was looking forward to that. Monochrome: *frowns at Nova's look of disappointment. They gently place Tank down and, reaching into their saddlebag, they hand the unicorn a few bits* Just go get another one. *pulls the melted cup towards their body* We can try it together and...have sugar comas later, I guess. Nova: *snorts* Gee, how comforting...*shakes his head smiling* Thanks Chrome. *awkwardly looks back at Heather one more time* I...guess that's it. Enjoy your party, uh... Heather: *voice takes on a flatter tone* Lady Heather, sir. Nova: *eyes her warily* Yeah...bye then. -Nova proceeds towards the ice creams shop, entering it once more. Sitting there seething, Heather can't believe how much of a crude, ill-mannered stallion the Friendship Prince actually is. Nearby, Monochrome raises a brow at her.- Monochrome: Something wrong? He was just being honest. I thought a beacon of honesty like yourself would appreciate that. -Heather shoots a withering look at them, gritting her teeth to hold back words as she silently fumes. Monochrome cracks a smile, a glint in their eye- Monochrome: *leans their head down to meet Heather's gaze evenly, softly whispering* Nice try, but...turns out I'm not afraid of you either. Heather: *releases a soft growl, followed by a soft 'hmph' as she stands* If you would excuse me, I have actual business to tend to. Good day. -With that, Heather dramatically opens her parasol and elegantly trots away, ignoring ponies in the immediate area as she hides away her injured pride. Monochrome simply takes a spoonful of their melted ice cream, barely containing a growing satisfied smile that they give to Tank- Monochrome: Hopefully that'll humble her. For a while at least.

We momentarily skip ahead to present day, to see what Heather is up to. We have one pony who's making a name in high society, and another who couldn't care less about that world after abandoning it. Put them together and you get one very, very amused Monochrome. ...who, with all of the drama going on, I almost forgot was originally written to be petty as fuck. To those they think deserve it, at least. As seen in their introductory chapter, "Overpriced".

Anyway! Believe it or not, this is the last chapter we'll be seeing Heather in who knows how long. Next chapter we'll be returning to Eventide's arc. Heather originally was meant to simply fill the role of the ex-best friend who had emotionally traumatized Eve, and while I had some plans for her, she was meant to remain a minor character. But lo and behold, as I do with characters, she's become much more complex than planned aaaand well...there are ideas, but until the day comes for those to come to life, we won't have to deal with her for a while. I will, though, be doing a bio for her to delve more into her character. Meanwhile: Gosh I've wanted to write Monochrome and Nova interactions for so long...as you can see there's so much you guys haven't seen, events that are only explored in Nova's past arc, but because his arc is the longest of any character's in the cast, it'll be a bit of time before we delve into that story. Til then, here's a taste~ Lastly. As you can also see, I've changed up my method for script-style chapters! Hopefully this is much easier and cleaner to read than what it was before.

#monochrome dashielle #nova spark #heather tart #My Little Pony #mlp #mlp art #mlp oc #destinyverse #story

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denilmo · 7 years

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KakaSaku prompt fill

This is for @goldfishlover73 who requested KakaSaku and seducing each other (badly)... This may not be what you were thinking, but it's what came to mind so I ran with it. I hope you enjoy! I also got a bit carried away and is closer to 2k instead of 1k... -Icha Icha Fantasy- Sakura stared at herself in the mirror and tried not to cringe at her reflection. During one crazy night, delirious from lack of sleep and overabundance of alcohol, Kakashi had confided that he had a particular fantasy contained within the pages of Icha Icha. He'd given her the page numbers and everything. She studied those pages over and over, memorized the words and practiced them until they no longer made her blush. Standing here now she felt incredibly silly. Her white blouse was only buttoned up half-way, letting the lacy top of her bra peek out - and who wore black underwear under white clothes anyway? She huffed, irritated. Then again, the whole point was to not be in the clothes for long. She pushed her breasts up and together, wishing she had a little more to work with; the extra padding in the bra was pretty uncomfortable. She turned to the side and tugged at the hem of her skirt, if you could even call it that. The flimsy white material hugged her curves and barely covered her ass. The detail of her black panties could be seen through it, and with the outfit completed and on her body she was starting to feel little self conscious. This was a bit overkill, wasn't it? She supposed it would serve its purpose. The heroine used it to seduce her target into a hot, sweaty secret-divulging mess. Luckily, her target would - hopefully - be more agreeable. And really, all she was aiming for was the hot, sweaty part. She swiped some gloss over her lips and pouted them at herself. She almost giggled; it was so cheesy it may just work. She dabbed her fingertips under her eyes, ensuring her eyeliner was set, and then slipped her feet into the pair of white high heels she borrowed from Ino. Then she gave herself one final nod of approval. ‘You can do this. You can do this.’ She mentally hyped herself up as she walked down the hall. She heard the rustling of papers and another weary sigh. Kakashi had been poring over books and scrolls all week and she knew he could use a little distraction. Her stomach twisted as she paused just out of sight, her heart fluttering under her ribs. Nervousness spooled inside her, almost making her turn around, but she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. “Sakura?” She took a step back and pressed to the wall. “Um...yeah?” “Have you seen the folder that had the key notes from Samui’s conference in Kumo? The one about the proposed trade agreement?” “I'll check the bedroom,” she replied and then turned back. Ugh, what a way to lose all that momentum. She picked through the stack on the nightstand and found the file in question. She rounded the corner into the living room; he had certainly made a mess of the place. Books and files were lying open and scattered across the table and in his immediate vicinity on the floor. Kakashi was hunched over, reading while his free hand was hurriedly taking notes. “I found it,” she said, voice soft and what she hoped was sultry, as she extended the file. “Thanks, could you said it there?” He blindly gestured to the table. “But I thought I should give it to you directly.” The first thing Kakashi noticed were the heels, and he sat back, letting his eyes travel up her - long, slender - legs to the barely there skirt. The blouse pinched around her petite waist and split open to reveal the plump, teasing curve of cleavage. He could feel his cheeks warm and he gave a small cough to distract his attention. “Sakura, what are you doing?” His lead in question was similar enough to the book, so she went on with the dialogue, taking a step closer. “Just doing my job and checking on you. An important man such as yourself can't afford to risk illness.” “I feel fine,” he answered, brows furrowed in confusion. “I'm the nurse here,” she countered, her voice just the slightest bit nervous as she came closer, stopping just within reach of him. She lifted her hand to his face, following the edge of his mask before slipping a finger inside and pulling it down. She pressed her hand to his cheeks and then his forehead. “You feel hot. Drinking enough water?” Still a bit perplexed at her behavior, Kakashi let his eyes rake over her again. “Yes?” She pushed him back into the couch and straddled his lap; her skirt rose up leaving nothing to the imagination. Sakura leaned forward, giving him the perfect view down her shirt. He noted the bra matched before her fingers pressed against his neck. Her eyes lifted and met his - brilliant green, even more so against the smoky gray and black around them. “Your pulse is racing,” she murmured, sitting back and grinding on him in the process. She took his hand by the wrist and lifted it, purposely dragging his touch across her breast before settling his hand to her neck. “Can you feel my heart beating?” she asked, pouting her lips at him. The whole scenario seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn't quite place it until she leaned forward again, her lips by his ear. “Perhaps you need to be closer to the source.” He could feel her hands moving between their chests and when she sat back, she pulled her shirt open and let it fall off her shoulders. She took his hand and pushed it to her breast, a soft moan falling from her lips. It all clicked in his mind where he knew this from and he threw his head back with a bark of laughter. Surprised, and maybe a little put out, Sakura straightened. Kakashi dissolved into a fit of laughter and her look of concern fell into full-on dismay and disappointment. “What's so funny?” His face was still scrunched up in mirth. “You're reenacting Icha Icha!” “And?” She threw up her hands. “You're unbelievable!” “Unbelievable? You're the one wearing what looks like a sock for a skirt!” he snickered. She shoved him. “It's your damn fantasy!” “And it's ridiculous,” he admitted between chuckles. Sakura was less amused; she had spent time and effort on this for him, had gone out of her comfort zone, and now he was laughing at her. Anger slowly started to replace her embarrassment and tears picked at her eyes. “Just forget it.” The tone of her voice quelled his laughter and the smile dropped from his face when he noticed her expression. “Hey, Sakura... I just-” “I said forget it! You've been so busy and withdrawn and I know this is important… I just thought...that I could lighten the mood and help you relax a little. And now I just feel like an idiot! So, thank you!” Kakashi wrapped his arms around her, keeping her in his lap, and smiled as he leaned toward her. “Thank you. I suppose in theory it was a good fantasy, but realistically I think-” “It's cheesy as shit.” He nodded. “It really is.” His eyes flickered down at her chest. “And you really went all out.” Sakura looked down, feeling self-conscious once again. “You don't have to stare.” “What kind of husband would I be if I didn't appreciate the effort?” She pursed her lips, unamused as he pulled her a little closer. “Smells like strawberry,” he commented, pointedly looking at her mouth. “Too bad you won't get to find out.” “Oh, Sakura, come on,” he countered. “I'm sorry I laughed, but I wasn't laughing at you. You were the sexiest part of the whole thing.” The tension drained from her face and she smiled, just a little. “You think so? Sock-skirt and everything?” she questioned, eyes doubtful. “Well,” he hummed. “Not so much the skirt, but I rather like what's under it. I like lace.” His thumbs swept under her skirt, over the juncture of her thighs. She blushed against her will and his resulting laughter was lower, raspier. “And I like what's under the lace even better.” His fingers inched closer, passing over the thin garment. Sakura's breath caught in her throat and he ducked in to take her mouth. She breathed against him as his hands smoothed down her back, rocking up against her as he pressed her closer. Kakashi was all lean muscle and firm under her touch as she slipped her hands under his shirt. Her lips parted with his, charmed by his kiss, and their tongues came together twirling lazily against one another. He pulled her bottom lip between his own, running his tongue along the fullness of it before releasing her. “Mmm… it is strawberry.” “Kakashi-” “I think a break from all this is exactly what I need.” A smile broke across Sakura's face as she stood, crooking her finger at him. “Come and get it.” She darted around the table as he stood, his chuckle following her as she raced into the kitchen. They stared at each other across the breakfast island. He grinned at her. “You're going to have to make a move at some point and when-” Sakura ran by him toward the hallway, but Kakashi was right behind her. She squeaked as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. In one fluid motion, he lifted her up and carried her bridal style to their bedroom. Sakura's laughter died off and she looked up to meet his intense gaze. The raw desire she saw in them brought new heat to her body. Her hand curled around the back of his neck, teasing the hair there. “So, now that you've got me…” she prodded. “ I think business can wait till tomorrow, don't you?” “Tomorrow? I just thought-” He shook his head. “Like you said, I've been far too distant. I'm going to have my fill of you again and again.” The promise that resonated in his voice had Sakura pulling his face down to hers for another kiss. Kakashi came to a stop beside their bed, letting her be the one to break the kiss. “I hope you have everything you need cause I'm not letting you leave the bed.” She answered him with a shy laugh. “You are such a perv.” “A truth I plan on upholding, starting now.” He playfully tossed her onto the bed and dived after her, not accounting for the springiness of the mattress. She laughed as she bounced back, right before her knee drove into his face. Kakashi yelped as he fell backwards, off the bed and onto the floor. Sakura scrambled to the edge of the bed and looked over. Kakashi was cradling his face, muttering angrily beneath his palms. “Oh, shit… Kakashi, are you okay?” He pulled his hands away slowly. “How bad is it?” She cringed at the blood streaming from his nose and what looked like the top of his lip. It was difficult to be sure. “I should probably take a look at that.” He let out a humorless laugh as he sat up. “At least you're already dressed the part.” “Hush and let me see,” she ordered as she kneeled between his legs. “So… if I'm a good patient, will I get a lollipop?”

#goldfishlover73 #kakasaku #otp for life #prompt fill #nsfw-ish #kakashi #sakura

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darkhymns-fic · 7 years

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The Usurper

A broken knight disobeys a gentle queen.

Based on the Exiled Queen neutral end where Undyne takes the throne.

Fandom: Undertale Characters: Undyne, Toriel, Sans Rating: G Mirror Links: AO3, FF.net Notes: Written by Sky.

“Ah, you must be Undyne,” a sweet kindly voice called out. She hated that voice. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Yes, Your Majesty?” The knight replied, full of a resentful acid, unhidden to either of them. She bowed her head ever so slightly before the Queen, a tight frown on her lips.

Toriel faltered. This knight didn’t even attempt to hide her contempt. But, her anger was understandable. From what she read and heard from the other knights, the Captain of the Royal Guard was very close to Asgore.

“I-hm…” Toriel’s words needed to be chosen carefully here. “Please, you can call me, Toriel,” the Queen said, voice filled with respect and honey.

A sharp clank. “I will not.” She treats me like a fool. She treats him like a fool. She treats all the Underground like fools! “You are the queen, aren’t you? You must be addressed as such.” A lone eye glared.

The Queen frowned, startled. She wasn’t ready for this reaction. She wasn’t ready for any of this. It had been so long since she heard these royal titles, and even longer since she spoke like one deserving. “If that will make you feel more comfortable,” she conceded, struggling.

“It won’t.”

The days since the human left the Underground had been stressful on the newly appointed queen. Monsters everywhere were shocked at the loss of their king. Some found that loved ones had gone missing. All Toriel’s searches turned up nothing.

Except dust.

Would the human really do such a thing?

She found it hard to believe. The human that she had spent time with was such a sweet and innocent child. They harmed no one in their path, avoided Froggits, talked with dummies, even ate their veggies. However, in the ruins there was no order to capture a human.

Toriel’s mind wandered at the possibilities, her feet following along her aimless thinking as well. It had been such a long time since she returned Home. So many memories. They left a bittersweet taste in her chest. The stone walls of the corridor, the wooden planks of her home, and that beautiful garden stayed the same as ever, even after so many, many years.

Eventually Toriel’s thoughts brought her to a balcony overlooking the beautiful golden garden. The stained-glass doors were opened wide in a careless fashion. It seemed she wasn’t the only one exploring the interior today.

Undyne stood tall over the balcony’s railing. Her crimson hair billowed in a light breeze from the outside above. Strangely enough, a red cloth danced along next to her hair, almost emulating her heroic stature. Toriel didn’t notice this in her first meeting with Undyne.

A scarf?

Their first encounter wasn’t completely pleasant, for many reasons that Toriel knew. Maybe now, after a few days had past, she had time to heal. With slight hesitation, she spoke.

“Good morning, Undyne,” Toriel mustered up, her voice low but cheerful.

The knight barely craned her neck, single eye staring back at the Queen. A muffled grunt escaped her lips and nothing more. She went back to staring at the garden. What a strange sight, Toriel thought. A serious knight brooding on a balcony with a cheery scarf prancing and hopping happily in the breeze around her neck.

Toriel nodded to herself. It was a great conversation opener. “That’s such a pretty scarf,” she complimented. Her smile, while forced, remained sweet and polite. “It matches your hair wonderfully, like a little dancing partner!”

A pause. “Is this really the time for that?” Undyne growled, suddenly clutching the red cloth with a frightening intensity. “Pointless banter.”

Once again, Undyne was insulted by a seemingly harmless question. Toriel, admittedly, felt ashamed. Had she grown so out of touch with her people? Had her time alone in the ruins made her unable to speak with fellow monsters?

“I apologize, I merely wanted…” the words streamed out of her muzzle dumbly, and she realized every word spoken merely angered the knight ever more. “I will leave you be, for now.” With a silent sigh, Toriel turned to escape this trap she had set for herself.

“That’s not what I meant,” Undyne said, halting the Queen in her tracks.

Toriel’s mind raced, trying to understand. “Hm?” she mumbled, desperate to keep appearances, but failing.

“What are my orders.” It was more said than asked. Almost a demand.

To her own displeasure, Toriel’s reply came out a stutter. “Oh, of course! I, um…” In truth, she did not know how to use the Royal Guard to their full potential right now. RG-01 and RG-02 were already searching for the missing monsters, and the other royal guards were stationed in their usual positions.

Undyne let out a heavy sigh. Disappointed. “Forget it. I’ll figure it out.”

With a clank of armor and a dramatic twirl of her scarf, Undyne stomped out of the balcony and down the hallway. She never looked Toriel’s way.

The Queen gave one last look out to the garden, noticing a few flowers had started to wilt. Asgore would know how to tend to the flowers better than I.

Golden petals drooped, their brilliant color dimmed by death. Not many flowers died, but their dark splotches stained the once perfect garden. Toriel looked after them to her best ability, but she simply did not have the time or knowledge. She sighed.

Still, she wouldn’t allow it to get her down. It was a beautiful day. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On days like these, old ladies deserved a nice cup of tea. Toriel wasn’t always one for tea, but ever since she returned to the castle, she couldn’t help but miss the taste.

Her eyes focused on the black stains in a sea of gold. If only…

Metal clanked against concrete. Flowers greeted the knight with a bow, a gentle gust of wind blowing from the surface. “Your Majesty,” Undyne greeted absentmindedly, her eye lost in that golden sea. The scarf fluttered sweetly near her ear, as if whispering sweet nothings to her.

“Good day, Captain Undyne,” Toriel nodded, placing her teacup down on the table she sat at. The knight didn’t appear irritable today.

With the jerk of her head, Undyne glared again, but her gaze fell upon the tea instead. Her frown softened, muscles relaxed. “Is that tea?”

Somehow, the question sounded so innocent. Nothing at all like the leader of the Royal Guard that Toriel was getting so used to. “Yes, it is,” she smiled. “Would you care to join me?”

Undyne grimaced, about to decline. A lone breeze brought the scarf near her face, urging her to reconsider. The flowers missed her. “Sure,” she said at last, taking a seat across from Toriel.

The Queen was pleased, feeling at ease with the knight for the first time. “Oh, good! I’ve made too much anyway,” she giggled lightly. “I wouldn’t want it to go to waste. That would be tea-rrible.”

Undyne glared. The scarf snapped around her angrily.

Toriel cursed herself silently. It was so easy to forget that not everyone liked puns, especially this Undyne. She poured the pot nervously, her paws letting out the tiniest of trembles. A drop of tea missed the cup and landed on the table. The dark spot ruined the beautiful cloth. Undyne stared at it.

Why must I act like a frightened child around her?

The knight craned her head back and swallowed the tea in one loud gulp. A light flashed in her eye. “Not bad,” she noted.

At least she could do something right! Toriel inwardly let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I know it’s nothing like my husband used to make.” Undyne cringed at the word ‘husband.’ “Asgore might have been a foolish old man, but he knew how to make a good cup of tea.”

“Don’t speak ill of the dead,” Undyne growled, spear hand gripping tightly over nothing.

Toriel cursed herself again. The only old fool here is me. How could she speak so plainly about the old King? Of course, to her, he was just a husband, but to Undyne?

“You are right, I apologize.” Toriel nodded.

The knight simply grunted in response, looking at her empty teacup. Empty.

“He loved you, you know,” Undyne said. “Asgore. Never talked about you, but I could tell.”

Toriel let out a deep sigh. “I know.”

For a while, the two women simply sat in the garden, watching over that golden sea. Memories of the past filled her with joy and sadness alike. It appeared Undyne felt the same way.

“Why do you think I lived?” Undyne asked suddenly, still staring deep into the flowers.

The question caught the Queen off guard. Was Undyne even asking her? “I’m sorry?” was all she could muster.

The knight turned to Toriel, expressing a sincere concern. “Why didn’t the human kill me?” Undyne appeared so confident and sure of everything, yet now uncertainty took her. “Why did the human kill some monsters, but spare others? Why didn’t the human kill you?” It was almost an accusation.

That was a question Toriel still struggled with every day, and she believed it would be something that would haunt both their minds for the rest of their lives. What could have possibly caused things to lead up to this?

“I am not sure,” Toriel admitted, looking to her tea for answers. There were none. “Maybe because I tried to be kind.”

Undyne sneered. “I don’t think that was it.” Through gritted teeth, she continued. “I think I lived because I was strong. Because I showed no fear, didn’t allow it to trick me. I forced it to flee.” A pause. “I failed to kill the human myself, but I was too strong to be killed. That must have been it. The others let the human get too close. They didn’t know any better. It wasn’t their fault.”

Toriel frowned. That couldn’t be right, but she didn’t wish to upset the knight. “Maybe it is best if we do not overthink it.”

For the first time, Undyne agreed with her. “Yeah.”

It is easier said than done.

When there was almost nothing but bad news day after day, Sans’ visits felt like a blessing. Toriel rarely found time for breaks between meetings and listening to her peoples’ requests. Many monsters simply wanted a shoulder to cry on. A Chilldrake who lost his son came to her today, hoping the royal guards might find him. Toriel and the father knew better, but kept up the façade of hope.

She comforted him the best she could. Old wounds opened, but she hid them well. Toriel’s shoulder was always there to cry on, but her shoulders felt heavier and heavier each day. Only one strange little monster could lift her spirits.

Her dear friend was a stout skeleton who had often told knock-knock jokes with her on the door to the ruins. Though it was only a few days ago, it felt as if years had gone by. Sans would come at the same time every day with a new joke, or just to talk about mundane things. In that lonely world, those jokes were all she had. Although, ever since finally meeting him, something felt strange.

He laughed, but it wasn’t as genuine. Not like it used to be before. And he never talked about his brother anymore.

“hey, tori, what’s black and white and red all over?” Sans asked, sitting back lazily in his chair. The garden was peaceful today, the perfect spot for a tea break.

Toriel stifled a giggle, already knowing the answer. “Sans, I am quite the old monster. In fact, I probably invented this one! It’s a newspap-”

“a blushing penguin.” The skeleton grinned.

The Queen nearly fell out of her chair, giggling uncontrollably. Undignified hiccups, ill-fitting of a ruler, escaped her, flying towards the bright light above. In that moment, all her troubles were gone, everyone’s troubles were gone. She wasn’t a queen, she was just an old lady again, sharing tea with a close friend.

“liked that one, huh?” Sans huffed, finding her laughter infectious. “found it after i fell off my dinosaur.”

Another hiccup. Oh, goodness, she would need to get rid of these before her next meeting! But for now, she held onto them, the laughter strengthened her, lifted her problems away. She would never forget them, of course, but they didn’t feel quite so looming anymore, so heavy.

A sharp voice called out through the garden, slicing their laughter in half. “Your Majesty,” it hissed. “Working hard on the Underground’s problems, I see.”

Undyne.

Toriel scrambled out of her chair, as if she was caught plotting treason. “Oh, Undyne, it’s -hck!- so good to see you! Do you have any news to -hck!- report?” She cursed herself again and again, wishing these dreadful hiccups would leave her.

The knight glared. Though this time, it wasn’t at Toriel for once. Her glare focused squarely on Sans. “What are you doing here?” she growled, scarf waving at the shorter skeleton.

For the first time in her life, Toriel witnessed Sans go quiet. His smile remained, but his eyes were dark. It was clear he tried to hide it, but he stared at that scarf. Stared hard. It frightened Toriel, but Undyne felt nothing.

“i’m on break,” he said quietly. No joke, no sarcastic quip.

“You were fired,” Undyne said bluntly. “You were an embarrassment. Now you waste the Queen’s time, mine, and all of the Underground’s. Haven’t you done enough damage?”

Sans shrugged. He did not wish to speak anymore.

The uneasiness in her stomach at least cured Toriel of those hiccups. “No, no, it is quite all right, I asked him to be here.”

Toriel almost wish she hadn’t spoke up. Undyne’s piercing gaze was now directed on her. “You shouldn’t spend time with this fool.” Her tone gave it all away though. ‘A fool for a fool, a coward for a coward, the perfect match.’ Undyne grimaced, disgusted.

“gotta go,” Sans said. Toriel looked over, hoping to stop him, change his mind, beg him to stay, but he was already gone, as if he was never there.

The scarf waved goodbye.

The halls of this castle-like structure could be so lonely, but the home of her former husband was lonelier still. Toriel found it much easier to think and plan her next moves if she walked. It allowed her to meet new faces, grow closer to the subjects she had distanced herself from so long ago. Even if she was often met with sad faces.

However, on one of her walks, she found herself stumbling upon Undyne again. Memories of their meetings filled her stomach with an uneasiness that left only shame. Queen of her people, yet she was terrified to speak to the captain of her own guard.

On this day, she felt weaker than usual, doubted herself too much. More reports had come in. More dust. Shame gripped her throat again, and the Queen stood behind a slightly open door. Neither Undyne nor her Royal Guard underling had noticed her.

A strong queen should be able to barge in at any time, demand to know what they were speaking of! But… was Toriel a strong queen? Had the years been too unkind to her? Cursing herself, the goat monster eavesdropped on the unsuspecting guards. An old familiar guilt pushed down on her shoulders as she listened.

“Anything to report?” Undyne asked, her voice sounded hopeful. Toriel had never heard the knight captain this way. That scarf dangled delicately at her back as well, mingling together with her hair, making a crimson waterfall at her back, washing over the dark metals.

“The usual, Captain,” a gruff voice replied, his voice charred and brutish. She recognized that voice! RG-02! He was always so quiet. He must have felt more comfortable in Undyne’s presence.

There was a strange pause, a heavy silence that threatened to swallow the knights whole. Absentmindedly, Undyne held her scarf and asked, “Any sign of her?”

Another long wait. “Nothing, I’m afraid.”

There was a strange light metal clanking heard in the room. What on earth was that? Toriel focused her eyes, saw Undyne trembling, her gauntlet curled into a fist. “It’s been more than a week, and no one has seen her.”

“There’s still a chance,” RG-02 said, but even his stoic voice broke with hopelessness.

Undyne nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. “Keep looking, then.”

“Yes, Captain.” RG-02 nodded and made his way out. Toriel panicked, hiding behind a pillar, more ashamed of herself than ever.

Once she was sure the guard was gone, she resumed her watch through the doorway at Undyne, all alone.

The warrior was alone now. Head in her arms, she clutched the scarf with such a tight hold that she threatened to rip it. She was alone. “Damn it!” Undyne screamed, smashing the stone desk underneath her fist. She was alone. “Damn it! Damn it! Damn it damn it damn it!” She roared until her voice was nothing more than an animal’s wailings alone in the wild. Her gauntlets were cracked, alone, and bloodied.

Unable to hold the weight of that strange familiar guilt anymore, Toriel left Undyne alone.

She dreaded the moments Undyne needed to be called in. Weeks had gone by, and the Captain of the Royal Guard showed no signs of an improved attitude. It seemed Toriel’s mere presence alone enraged the warrior. No matter how polite she was, no matter how royally she appeared, Undyne’s eye spat in her direction.

Just thinking about this meeting alone gave her many a sleepless night. Toriel wanted only the best for her people, but Undyne seemed to think otherwise, doubting her decisions at every chance.

“I’d like to propose a new policy for the Underground,” Toriel started, standing before a table of important monsters. One of those monsters being a certain Captain.

Most of the monsters at the table were quite agreeable. Whimsalots always followed her orders, supported her ideas, and even at times helped improve. Madjicks had a bit of trouble paying attention, but they appeared more or less on her side. Even the Final Froggits, while very strange, very quiet and very thoughtful creatures, nodded along with Toriel’s words.

But there was always Undyne.

“Haven’t you changed enough?” she interrupted. Despite the relatively safe atmosphere, she refused to take off her armor. The black sheen of her metal plates shone like a wild thing. “Things were just fine before.”

This, of course, caused the other monsters to doubt her as well. Whimsalots stayed loyal, but Madjicks grinned with a strange delight, pondering her words mischievously. The Final Froggits appeared even farther lost in thought.

The rest of the Royal Guard was all too eager to support her.

“She’s right! (She is!)” Dogamy and Dogaressa barked, sharing a single chair together. “Things weren’t so bad before! (I was happy enough!)”

Even Greater Dog panted and drooled, tail wagging happily.

It was hard to take it as anything other than an insult.

“I’m sorry, but I have not even told you what the policy is,” Toriel said through strained tones, feeling the room already turning against her. “Please, at least allow me that.”

“Don’t need to,” Undyne growled, lone eye focused on the spear in her hand. She never seemed to let that thing go anymore. “The old King’s rules were just fine.”

Surely, she could appeal to some of the monsters’ sympathies! “Please,” she sighed, feeling humiliated.

“… Let her speak, Captain,” the dragon monster huffed. He was usually quiet during these meetings.

“Bro!” A bunny knight close by yelled too-loudly. “You, like, sure bro?”

Undyne grit her teeth for a moment, but proceeded with a nod. “Fine. Go on, Your Majesty.”

Her tone was as hate-filled as ever. Although that wasn’t what worried Toriel. A sudden cold realization ran through her. Who runs the Underground? Me? Or her? Can the monsters tell the difference? That lone eye glared her way. Can she tell the difference?

Regardless, Toriel had no choice but to make her voice be heard, now. “I think our policy on fallen humans needs to be revisited.”

Metal smashed against wood. “Nonsense!” Undyne hissed, her armored fist covered in splinters.

“It must be,” Toriel continued, unflinching. If there was one subject she would stand strong for, it was this. Her eyes met with Undyne’s own righteous fury. “It’s possible we could have avoided disaster in the first place if things were different.”

This sent the black knight into a rage. “You dare?!” she roared, throwing her chair back as she took a towering stance, spear at the ready.

Nobody came to Toriel’s defense.

The Royal Guard, originally meant to protect their ruler at all costs, now stood dangerously close to attacking the Queen. Still, she would not back down.

“I do,” Toriel continued, anger spiking in her voice. Insubordination could not be tolerated anymore if she truly wanted to rule, if she truly wanted to help the monsters of the Underground. “King Asgore’s rules placed our fellow monsters in danger.”

“What would you know?!” The warrior shouted, taking a step forward. The rest of the Royal Guard merely watched, awaiting word from their captain. “You don’t know anything about the Underground anymore! You don’t know what we’ve suffered!”

Her words struck a blow to Toriel. True, they were. Toriel lived in solitude in the ruins for generations, barely speaking to others for the most part. But Toriel was still a queen. She had suffered her own tragedies as well.

“I know that threatening a human can cause them to act defensively,” Toriel countered. “What if they had acted in self-defense? What if they never meant to hurt anyone?”

Undyne clenched her fists so tight, it looked as if her claws would break through her own gauntlets. “Did Lesser Dog seem like a threat to anyone!?” She whirled to face Greater Dog. His tail drooped, muzzle sagged. “Did Shyren seem like the type to hurt anyone!?”

Even the Whimsalots couldn’t meet her gaze.

Undyne gripped that bright red scarf. Eye distant, gone to the past. Her words were barely audible. “He wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

Toriel shook her head. She would not budge on this issue. “I am sorry, I truly am, for the monsters lost. I will not speak ill of them.” She clutched her fist absent-mindedly, near her pocket where her phone used to be. “But the human could have been frightened. Monsters were ordered to capture them! To treat them as the enemy!”

At that, Undyne let out a booming laughter. It was a dark, spiteful thing. “You’re more of a fool than I thought, lady!”

Toriel fumed, a fire burning in her eyes. “I will not be spoken to in such a manner! I am your queen! You have undermined me in front of my people for long enough!”

The warrior didn’t hear. “You’re not my queen. You’re not my ruler.”

Toriel’s eyes widened with shock. She knew Undyne was wild, but this? “I advise you to watch your words, Undyne. You’re speaking of treason.”

“I know exactly what I’m saying!” Chairs screeched against the tiled floor as the Royal Guard rose around their captain, albeit slightly unsure.

A team of Whimsalots fluttered before Toriel, shaking their heads. The Madjicks simply vanished away in a puff of smoke, while the Final Froggits hopped back, attempting to avoid the confrontation all together. A lone Knight Knight arose from her slumber, armor screeching against stone. Mace in hand, she stood silently before Toriel, guarding the Queen with a quiet intensity.

Toriel’s mind reeled. How could this happen? How could she lose control so easily? She only wanted to help monsters and humans alike! She wanted to make a better world where tragedy and hate were no longer common!

“Am I truly so horrible?” she asked, unable to take a defensive stance against her own kind.

“No,” Undyne spat, her spear crackling with energy. “But you are a fool and a coward, unfit to rule. You ran from your duties and left Asgore to rule alone. Asgore may have been a fluffy pushover, but he did what needed to be done.” She took another step forward. “You? What did you do? Run. You let the human in. It’s your fault that they…”

The knight’s words trailed off. For the first time, Toriel understood Undyne, and they shared that strange familiar guilt. I could have stopped this. I could have done better. The scarf tightened around Undyne’s neck, urging the knight to reconsider. She loosened its grip, slightly. Only slightly. Sorry.

Undyne shook her head, but the memories would never leave her alone. Her voice went hollow. “Revenge won’t bring her back.” The scarf huddled close to her neck, alone and frightened by the fight soon to unfold. “It won’t bring anyone back.” That lonely eye flared with the energy of a just hero, alone on the battlefield. “Still, I won’t allow the past to repeat itself.”

Toriel fell silent.

“Will you step aside, or will I have to use force?” Undyne threatened, a real danger behind those fangs.

Toriel motioned to the Whimsalots and Knight Knight. “Stand down.” With a slight hesitation, the Queen’s guards lowered their weapons. “I will not have any more dust fall if I can help it.”

Undyne’s voice was filled with conviction. “Neither will I.”

It was a revolution that went quietly into the night.

Toriel did not spare much time in leaving the castle, only stopping to gather her journal full of jokes, and dropping a quick visit to a certain room, where toys sat in a chest, covered in age-old dust. When she headed for the entrance of Asgore’s home, she stopped.

Undyne was there to see her out.

“Is there nothing that can be done?” Toriel asked, unable to keep her voice from pleading.

Undyne narrowed her eye. There was no breeze this evening, leaving her scarf completely still. “We’ve both made our choices.” She shifted, metal clinking harshly in the quietness. “Don’t act like you care.”

Toriel felt a spark of ire. “I have never pretended otherwise.”

The knight clenched her fangs, then lifted her arm. The glowing spear was held tight, it’s point wicked sharp.

At that, Toriel’s instincts shouted at her. She would attack me now. After assuring everyone that things would end peacefully. No other guards were around. She tightened her fists, fire magic gathering.

Undyne pointed the spear opposite her, straight out the door.

“Don’t come back this time.” Undyne’s voice was low. “I’m sure your friend is waiting for you.”

Toriel’s pulse lessened. Perhaps I am truly not ready to be a leader again.

Still, with dignity, she walked down the steps, past Undyne and into the garden. She stepped carefully, avoiding trampling the delicate flowers, even those that were wilted and dull.

She left New Home for the second time, feeling Undyne's eye pierce through her back.

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