#Dimentio fanfic

[dimentio-fan]

Erm... I've said this in a few comments so far, but uh... to my one and only mutual... what the absolute fuck did we start in @jell-o101 's feed? What did we do!?

Read this fic if you don't understand. But be warned. It is DARK and CRUEL. Read at your own risk.

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/21786343"><strong>For Your Entertainment</strong></a> (53628 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/snugglyrabbits"><strong>snugglyrabbits</strong></a><br />Chapters: 13/13<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Super%20Mario%20*a*%20Related%20Fandoms">Super Mario &amp; Related Fandoms</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Super%20Mario%20Bros*d*%20(Video%20Games)">Super Mario Bros. (Video Games)</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Mario%20*a*%20Luigi%20RPG%20(Video%20Games)">Mario &amp; Luigi RPG (Video Games)</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Super%20Paper%20Mario%20(Game)">Super Paper Mario (Game)</a><br />Rating: Mature<br />Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death<br />Relationships: Luigi/Mamekku Ouji | Prince Peasley, Mario/Peach Toadstool<br />Characters: Luigi (Nintendo), Mamekku Ouji | Prince Peasley, Peach-hime | Peach Toadstool, Mario (Nintendo), Princess Daisy, Kinopiko | Toadette, Kinopio | Toad, Kinojii | Toadsworth, Koopa | Bowser, Prince Dreambert (Mario & Luigi RPG), Professor E. Gadd, Dimēn | Dimentio<br />Additional Tags: Angst, Revenge, Death, Gore, Murder, Torture, Luigi Suffering, Implied/Referenced Suicide<br />Summary: <p>An old foe returns from the afterlife, seeking revenge on Luigi.</p>

Sorry the link is so much longer, I couldn't copy the actual link so I just hit share and copied the link it gave me.

[ohmaerieme]

my contribution to the super paper dorks discord server 'big bang' event! @ooftale helped contribute to the plot of the fic and also made an amazing illustration to compliment the fic.

enjoy!

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The question sits on his tongue on errand walks throughout the Mushroom Kingdom, quiet afternoons indoors, and on high-stakes adventures to rescue the Princess. He’ll turn to his brother, grocery list in hand, chin on his palm, victorious grin on his lips, and he’ll feel it bubble up his throat.

'What happened', he wants to ask.

...

or, Luigi deals with dying memories and irreversible change after the events of SPM.

3,605 words

[loonataniataushamay-blog]

You're messing with the Wrong Mario Bros

[goldeninsanity50]

Fellow Super Paper Mario fan and Dimentio enjoyers, I'm writing my first SPM fanfic in years. And a little Super Dimentio doodle for the road.

I present "I will be KING of all worlds!"

Summary |

Dimentio has won, the worlds are a blank slate for him to do as he pleases... or so he thought. For some reason the worlds he created always remained disastrously out of balance, unless he added the heroes and villains of prophecy back into them. Fine, it seemed it didn't matter how he did it, just that they were there. They were loyal, and would follow his every command... except unbeknownst to him, Mario retained his sense of self. Dimentio's magical influence is strong, but Mario's will is stronger, he must find a way to defeat this monstrous god that resembles his very own brother, without being caught, lest his own free will be lost as well, and they all fall to the twisted king's command forever.

(Side note, I have writing disabilities such as Dysgraphia and Disorder of written expression. Some sentences or chapters may flow oddly.)

Link to the story:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56727958/chapters/144209755

[loopsietheshadowsiren]

…more Dimigi stuff for you peeps😭

Ya’ll requested more, so, I GAVE MORE!!

[gracebethartacc]

A jesters lament is the most fanfic ever forever

@dappledpaintbrush hiiiiii 💜

Flat vers,,

[suggesty-kalis]

A hot and naughty Eldritch Dimentio x reader scene oneshot under the cut!

Warnings: None specifically. Er..I guess choking, but only for a slight moment.

You can't help but let out the most guttural groans as the almighty magician, who had secured godlike power, had his way with you.

He rocked his hips back and forth between your legs that he held open with tendrils on either side of his waist. It was unsure if the size and shape of his length had been the same before his transformation or if he used his newfound abilities to adjust it, but regardless, it filled you to your limit, and with each of his pistoning thrusts, it stretched your inner walls and stimulated every nerve.

His hands hover and crawl amongst your bare, trembling form, petting, squeezing, and caressing every part they can get to. He feasted on your sounds, your looks, your hot breaths that were forced out of you, and the shaking and tightening of your body around him as he forced you deep into the mattress you lay on.

"Your sounds are as pleasing as the song of a siren on a lonely, stormy night..."

His voice, face, and demeanor remained basically unchanged despite the punishing speed and strength at which he ravished you. You were a panting, sweaty mess who's breath was forced out of your lungs each time he sheathed himself into you. You could barely handle all of the stimulation from him, and he barely even winced nor grit his teeth.

"How are you fairing, Doll?" He questioned, his eyes thinning out as his grin widened to accompany his smug tone, "Speak to your Master..."

He kept up his vicious pace against you, and even if you managed to have the breath to use to speak, he was rewiring your brain enough to make it go numb. You could barely put a decent, coherent thought together. You could only groan and gasp beneath him.

He chuckles through his nose before lowering his monochrome mask to touch his nose to yours. His once scouring hands both move in to cup your cheeks and his breath lowers to a mumble.

"I suppose you're much too broken to respond. That's alright."

He tilts his head sideways as to comfortably secure your wide open mouth with his. Holding your head in place, whatever he has of lips locks with your own, and his tongue, usually not visible, slides forth from who-knows-where. He truly was magical, for his body rarely made sense.

At first, his tongue merely squirmed against your own, attempting to coerce it to move. When you fail to reciprocate, his tongue delves further, growing in length as it swirls along the inside of your cheeks and then it begins to slither down your throat. This had to have been thanks to his new incomprehensible powers. It filled your throat enough to choke you. You couldn't even gag, nor could you breathe. He could feel your lungs jerking beneath his chest, your body struggling to take in air to keep itself alive. He surely wanted you to stay alive, so his tongue retracted back into his mouth, slowly, with the intent to savor the taste of you.

He pushed his upper body up and off of you, sitting up once more. His snake-like tongue continued its path back into his mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting from its tip to your mouth and stretching a decent amount before breaking and splattering onto your chest and belly.

"Mnaah...you taste as lovely as ever, my little sweetie pie~" he moans, licking his upper lip. Now, his thrusts slowed to a halt. He shifted gears and now lifted your legs up easily with his disembodied hands and gyrated his hips in circles fush against you. This caused his cock to roll amongst every angle of your inner walls and, while it helped you catch your breath, it still caused you to wince and it kept your brain numb enough to insure you stayed malleable.

Again, he chuckled.

"I will do what I can to keep you here and alive...forever. You will always be mine~"

[clownfettis]

When talking about my hc of Dimentio knowing how to sew clothes, i got the idea of him also sewing puppets

This writing wasn't planned at all, my fingers just started writing, and i didn't beta read it, but I'd still like to share it even if it's not the same quality as my other writings

I guess it kinda could be seen as a Dimentio character analysis ? Just a dip into my Dim's thoughts process

450 words

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He holds Bleck's puppet, making up a terribly fake sounding speech about how sorry he is and how he'll make things right. He tries to stay in character, but his voice still ends sliding into bitter sarcasm, his grip on the doll becoming tighter, until the button made to mimic his monocle pops and rolls around on the floor, the noise sounding startingly lound to his ears in the empty room

He lets his hand fall while dropping the act, staring bitterly at the doll in his lap. Picking at the thread of where the button used to be, his eyes drift to the blank eye and smile sewn on the fabric. Fake. Just like the real one

He absentmindedly starts mumbling Bleck's line again, though it slowly becomes more angry again. The speech morphs into Dimentio spitting out every fake word, snarling that why bother acting this since it'll never happen!

His hand closes into a fist around the thread, accidentally ripping it out. He grips at the doll tightly, hands shaking in barely contained fury as he stares at the faux fabric smile mocking him. His hands are crackling with magic when he throws it to the nearest wall of the room, and explodes it with a snap of a finger

He sits there staring at where the Bleck puppet used to be, his pulse ringing loudly in his ears as his heavy breathing fills the room, until the smell of smoke reaches him

He stops and looks at the remains of the doll, really looks. The now burnt and discolored blue and white fabric, the loose threads sticking out everywhere, his work.

He just ruined something he made

He sighs and floats up to the charred remains, bending to pick them up and see if anything can be salvaged

With the smell of smoke now intensified from the puppet being in his hands, which would have surely stained his gloves were they not already black, a small thought floats in the back of his mind

How can he create those perfect worlds when all he seems to do is destroy ?

He pushes it away and dumps the remains in the trash, wiping his hands down with a bit more force than necessary. He's spent too long here already, he shouldn't be wasting precious time.

The heroes should have already gotten the blue Pure Heart by now, he should check on Mr L's state and make sure they didn't put any annoying ideas in his head

His teleportation ripples through the reality around the room, leaving the dolls scattered on the spot where he used to be, the burn stain still smoking a distance away from them.

[multicolour-ink]

This is for the prompt

Mario "i beg of you please, don't hurt Luigi"

"I beg of you, please, don’t hurt [name]"

writing prompts

Takes place in the Mario Movie verse SPOILERS FOR SUPER PAPER MARIO

(further authors notes under the cut)

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It was supposed to turn out differently.

Get the Pure Hearts, save all the worlds. That was how it was supposed to go.

Except now they found themselves facing against the unhinged jester who they had thought was merely Bleck's minion; along with a creation of his own monstrosity.

And Luigi was caught right in the middle of it.

"Isn't this delightful?", Dimentio's almost musical voice trilled. "What a glorious construction of myself and our Man in Green!"

Mario didn't answer. He clenched his fists, eyes burning. Neither he nor his companions could move because magical binds were latched around their wrists, their power forcing them to kneel on the ground.

"Surely", continued the jester, his eyes equally burning back with gleeful malice, "You ought to thank your brother for this wonderful turn of events."

Mario's heart stung as he looked at his brother. Luigi was pinned in place. Dark magic in part from Dimentio and the Chaos Heart prevented him from moving anywhere, locked in a fabricated prison. Even more disturbingly, the floral sprout that had seized control of him the moment Dimentio had activated it, had crawled ever tighter around the gaps of his cheek bones, across his mouth, and around his neck. Winding ever so much further down his body until every limb was under command of the parasite.

"You cannot begin to imagine how much I have dreamt of this moment!", Dimentio cried as he floated next to Luigi.

The green plumber still seemed to have life in him, for he whimpered and attempted to move away from Dimentio's very presence. Mario saw glints of tears in those innocent blue eyes.

"Getting the heroes to do all the work. Pretending to be the Count's loyal minion and acting like I was invested in his plan to destroy the worlds, when all I really wanted to do was recreate everything in my own perfect image! And to top it all off, the fabled Man in Green is the brother of the hero!"

Dimentio suddenly stopped his monologue and quick as a blink was right in front of Mario.

"So tell me, Man in Red", asked the jester. His eyes bore into Mario with manic exhilaration. "Doesn't that get you excited?"

Mario growled in response. It was all he could do, for his shaking wrists were bound so tight that he couldn't move them to strike even if he wanted to. All he could do was glare back with a look so scorching, it would've no doubt melted Dimentio on the spot.

The jester looked over Mario in thought, and then he pressed a glowing hand to Mario's chest. Mario gasped and tried to throw him off, but the jester's dark magic kept him firmly in place. The plumber felt like he was being searched inside. A powerful force was making its way in places that it shouldn't ever be and Mario was frozen in place, beside himself as he found himself unable to even speak.

He heard Peach give a cry of concern.

Seeming to find what he was looking for, the jester then gave an amused smirk and lifted his hand away. Mario gasped as if he had been submerged in water, and just as quickly the hatred he felt for this twisted jester came back in force.

"Interesting", Dimentio spoke up before Mario could. He paused and looked back at Luigi. The green plumber had seemingly reacted to whatever the jester had been doing to Mario, as the tears were now pouring down his cheeks and the vines had wrapped around him even tighter.

"I wonder what would happen...?", the jester mused as he turned back to Mario. He grinned widely.

"How would it feel, if the piece of him that resides within you were to just...disappear?"

Mario shook with hatred.

Dimentio cackled.

"Oh it's perfect!", he shrieked. "Hurt the enemy through love. So poetic! But in my world, you won't need any feelings like that."

He snapped his fingers and the vines holding Luigi's limbs loosened a little and the green plumber slumped to the ground.

Mario heard him sobbing.

"Witness the birth of a new world! My world!", Dimentio cried joyfully. "You will wither away as I remake this pitiful existence. Get ready for the Greatest Sh-"

He was suddenly cut off as something struck him hard in the chest. Dimentio shrieked again as he was thrown back by the force, tumbling and rolling over before colliding with the nearest wall.

The jester staggered to his feet, hand to his chest. His breaths pained.

The air was suddenly silent, save for the laboured breaths of Mario, who had somehow broken out of the magical binds and had punched Dimentio with every ounce of strength he had. It seemed to take a lot out of him though, for the red plumber stumbled as he tried to right himself up. His fist shook from both exhaustion and anger, as he stared the jester down, daring him to make another move.

Peach, Bowser, Tippi, and everyone else were equally as stunned and afraid as they gazed at the Red Hero. Luigi looked too through glazed eyes; admiration and fear for his brother temporarily overcoming the magic.

Dimentio looked down at his chest as he took his hand away. The diamond on his chest was now cracked, shards falling away from it like dust.

For a fleeting moment the jester stared in disbelief, and then all too quickly his expression became jovial and dangerous again.

"Well", he said coldly. "This got interesting."

And before anyone else could react he somersaulted up into the air again and landed behind Luigi. To everyone's horror, he yanked Luigi's head back, one hand pressed into the green plumber's throat.

Mario's heart stopped.

"Please", his voice trembled. "I beg of you please, don't hurt Luigi!"

He hated having to act like this. He hated having to beg to that jester who he more than anything wanted to do worst things to. But he'd made a grave mistake. He had aggravated Dimentio even more, and there was no telling what he was going to do now. He had to hold it back. For the sake of his brother.

But Dimentio only grinned.

"That's how we're going to play, Man in Red? So be it."

He moved the hand that was holding Luigi's throat away, and snapped his fingers.

All at once, Luigi let out a guttural scream, as the floral sprout glowed red and sprouted even more vines around him, wrapping him tighter and tighter. Very soon he slumped forward. His eyes didn't even hold any emotion, for they were now fully glazed over with no recognition at all.

"Luigi!", Mario cried. His heart pounded as he didn't breathe, didn't think, only able to watch as his brother was taken somewhere he couldn't follow.

"Time", said Dimentio giving a gracious bow in front of his creation. "For the Ultimate Showdown!"

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Authors notes under the cut

So...Dimentio in the Mario Movie verse?

In all seriousness, wanting Dimentio in the movie verse is an idea I've had for a while, and I even drew up some ideas of what he might look like. I don't know if or when I will ever post them (for they are unfinished), and for a while I just let it go as I got caught up in other things, and drawing anything SPM was becoming taxing. But then I saw this prompt show up in my inbox and I thought "Oh yeah, I know exactly what to do for this one!"

I understand that in terms of the actual movie verse, they can't go too dark in terms of the character himself, but just picturing Dimentio acting as such a flamboyant and psychotic clown (where have I seen that before?) at the very end is something I really would love to see, no joke! I think it would be pretty fun. There's nothing wrong with this new verse playing around with characters a little.

Anyway, hope you all like. I understand if this is not what the anon was expecting...but I hope they also enjoy it too.

Take care <3

[celestialpaperhaze]

Dimentio Analysis

My thoughts on this Dimentio post, recently shared with me by @iukasylvie! The post: https://altermentality.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/flair-for-the-dramatic/.

! CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SUPER PAPER MARIO !

Okay before I address the article, I should establish my own Dimentio headcanons. I see our silly jester as a sociopath, in that he can't feel love in the same way as other people. Like Bleck, he has a void inside of him, but Dimentio fills it by feeding off of others. Basically, he likes playing around and taunting people because of how emotionally reactive they are, it's how he fills himself up. Mimi's his favorite to mess around with because she's VERY reactive. As for why he wants his own world: he wants to put on a show. The whole of existence, dedicated to entertaining him. The only characters I can liken this to are the Celestial Toymaker (DW) and the Collector (TOH).

Now first off, the article references SPM in the context of "commedia dell'arte", which was a form of theater in Italy during the Renaissance. This form of theater had three types of characters: innamorati (the star-crossed lovers), vecchi (the powerful elders of society), and zanni (the clowns). The common plot of these plays? Two young lovers, hindered by the elders, who end up turning to the zanni to reach a happy ending.

Of course, Dimentio is a zanni character type. He may not help the Count reach his happy ending directly, but his actions do lead to the wedding with Tippi so, in a sense, this does fit the archetype. And of course, I don't have to tell you who the innamorati characters are. Anyone who knows a lick about Shakespeare probably already knows the love story of Blumiere and Timpani uses a pretty strong "forbidden love" trope, but it's interesting to see this somewhat supported by other forms of theater arts! To say Nintendo and Intelligent Systems had commedia dell'arte in mind when writing SPM's story would be a stretch, but it's always cool to see some elements match across different eras and types of storytelling.

Moving on, does Dimentio care about the other minions? The article eventually concludes that yes, he must, because how could you live in a castle with four other people and not grow to love them? My headcanon lines up with this pretty well--after all, Dimentio words the Count's lie about creating a new world as a "betrayal", and a betrayal facilitates caring enough to trust someone in the first place (points at Olly's entire arc with Olivia in The New Void). But Dimentio doesn't know *how* to love, and his version of "care" is different. He likes having the others around, but as players in his game, as entertainment. That's how he sees it. He fixates on them specifically for a reason he'd never care to explain.

New Void Spoilers Below.

You could say he fixates on Luigi, too, which might seem strange when they had far less time together. Shipping aside, I think canonically Dimentio fixes on Luigi because he's the key to everything, he's a highly valuable asset and Dimentio knows it. In the New Void, this isn't exactly the case. Dimentio doesn't have anything to gain by making Luigi suffer, it's just pure fun. Sure, he COULD torment some Shaydes or D-Men instead, but they're dead and they're boring. Dimentio's also been in the Underwhere for...awhile, and Luigi is a familiar face. In his own way, Dimentio's been a little lonely. It's just that, his way of acting on this feeling is to turn it into a game of psychological warfare...

New Void Spoilers End.

Overall, the strongest part of the article is the description of Dimentio's ideal world. Don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of darkmarxsoul's Chaos Trilogy, but this depiction of Dimentio's universe might be the best I've ever seen. “Dimentio’s goal is to maximize the amount of drama in the universe…a world with the dials of mortal anguish and despair and even joy set to maximum volume, and the banishment of the mundane. A world where he pulls all the strings to ensure this happens. The Ultimate Show.” Chilling! It's like Bill Cipher's whole Weirdmageddon deal, except rather than maximizing weirdness, DImentio would be maximizing drama, flair, and theatrics. All the world's a stage, and whatnot.

I LOVE this idea for a world of his so much that it's a wonder I haven't started writing fics centered around it already! All these new people living what they think are just ordinary lives, not knowing that it's all being orchestrated by a being that craves mere entertainment. Life as a musical, maybe a comedy tomorrow, or maybe a tragedy next week--all because Dimentio wants it to be. I mean, that's absolutely horrifying when you think about it! Enough for a brief existential crisis maybe! But it's also very cool >:)

In summary: what do we think about Dimentio? I think he's a sociopath who doesn't understand love but desperately wants to be entertained. The article's description of Dimentio's ideal world is scarily accurate and also has a LOT of fanfic potential. Dimentio himself is fun and silly, but also dangerous and probably not someone you'd want to interact with in real life.

As this is my opinion/interpretation, I'm too biased to say whether or not this aligns well with canon. But what do you think? Do you think this all fits Dimentio perfectly, or do you have other thoughts?

[omgtheywereroomates]

Merry Christmas, I really should have done this earlier.

Yeah it’s gonna be a writing, art block is stinky

[ohmaerieme]

more hcs time. im gonna get poetic with this shit

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luigi post-spm gets frequent nightmares. frequent, as in several-a-night frequent. the kind where theyre so very vivid, but you forget what it was about at all once you wake up.

he doesnt know whats causing the nightmares, the lack of sleep, so he cant very well figure out a solution on his own, can he?

but mario notices the steadily growing bags under his eyes, and the dirty coffee mugs piling up in the sink. and for the first time in a long, long time, mario moves their beds together and they stay up however long they can together.

when luigi falls asleep, now, he stays asleep. and he has the vague idea that he had dreamt of a very pleasant memory, where the fear and confusion, amidst a hellscape, had gone away in lieu of a hug from the person hed wanted to see most.

he wakes up with sore limbs and half of his blanket pulled off of him, but he feels more well-rested than he has been in months.

[loonataniataushamay-blog]

Dimentio infects Luigi with the Chaos Heart

[nerdy-nintendo-noodle]

Quilt

(An idea of a fluff scene inspired by @lizadale 's Dimigi stories. I hope you all enjoy! Luigi's POV, by the way ❤️)

You think for some time, staring down at fistfuls of oddly coloured fabrics in your hands. He'll like it. You almost seem to try and convince yourself for a moment. Again, you sift through them.

First was the huge piece of white material, which when you flipped it over, you got a beautiful sea of stars and what felt like a portal to space. Ah, count Bleck's cape. Very high quality fabric. Just Textured like your jersey that Dimentio had liked before.

Then, a black one. Oh. With gold buttons on. And a neckerchief of green. It must have been his. Or rather, yours. But not you. You try your best to breathe through the hard lump that accumulated so fast in your throat. And, just as quick, a little twinge in your chest. Breathe, breathe, the longer you look at it, the less overwhelming it will be. The less the heart will have control over you. Just desensitise. You blink many times with shuddery breaths staggering through you. Every glance hurts, but a little less than the last. It was Mr. L's shirt. It was hard for you to see. But it was clean. All the fabrics were now.

You'd gone to all this trouble to go back and get these. This bundle of clothing and materials were the same pile of colours that clashed the day you saw Dimentio huddled unconscious in them. They were previously stained in blood, sodden and crusty. Dusty and an overwhelming smell of rubble and antiques. You'd cleaned them all tenderly. First by hand and then in a washing machine.

Next was a patch of what you could gather of Dimentio's old attire. A small patchwork square of purple and yellow. You had actually salvaged two small fabric squares of it. And, as you peered into a bag to the side of you, something else, but you'd already fixed that.

Following this was a polkadot fabric. Yellow mainly, and then white dots. Mimi's. Then a skirt. Red and black. Oh, that's no skirt. And if you'd have said that to O'chunks... well, who knows what would have happened. You feel your lips curling upwards as one of your thumbs lightly rubs over each one. Time to get to work.

When Dimentio finally arrives home from his day out with the flopside Nolrem and managing a shithole of a dimension, he looks just a little overwhelmed. And you feel the tension in your chest as you grip the bag you'd stuffed the things into.

Oh dear. This may hurt him more. I don't want to do that. Please. Please be okay with this. If I just explain it maybe it'll b-

"OW!" You exclaim, feeling a notch of your skin retract from between his pinched fingers.

"You're worried. I was too long gone, was that the problem?" Dimentio asks, rubbing the patch where he'd nipped you. The heat of the tight pinch started to fade. You shake your head, then tipping it towards the bag you're holding.

"I... I got you something. Well, us, something..." You answer. He smiles a touch, reaching for it. As he grabs it, you feel your hand clench in protest. Don't, don't!

"Well, won't you let me see? A little odd that you would make something and not let me have it." Dimentio squinted at you and forcefully pinged each of your fingers from the loopholes of the bag.

Your stomach scrunched. The heart. It was pulling you down. But at the same time, you knew, somehow, that you both needed this in your lives.

Dimentio pulls a large quilt out from the bag. All knitted together. A collection of the fabrics he once swaddled himself in. The members of team Bleck. Their attire. All here. His face screwed for a moment as he went to smell for the cold, earthy, aged deteriorating smell. What he expected wasn't what he got. Detergent and soft feels, smells of lavender and a couple of spices. You knew to put warm smells in there, and not watery fragrances, of course.

"I... I thought we could have it as a momento. You know... our pasts aren't getting any easier to deal with. So, if we work together to get over it, and remember there's comfort in our tale somewhere... maybe desensitising ourselves to these and purposefully looking at the bad and turning it into a positive will help? Its okay if it stays in the wardrobe for a while, I'll understand..." You disclaim. Because you have to. You can't just leave it. You have to tell him and demonstrate to him that you didn't do it for his past to haunt him.

Dimentio goes through some facial phases. First, a touch of confusion. Then a hit of fascination. Followed by admiration as he swept his gelled bangs aside to look at the seems you'd knitted. The texture differences of all the clothes, the knitted seems, the colours. Everything was so distracting but yet beautiful all at once. You notice that the longer he stares at this thing, the more his mouth tries to open and say something.

"Thank you. This is, actually, genius. You singlehandedly made this. And you didn't have a meltdown while seeing-" He points at the black fabric with a green bandana. Your hands clasp together and fidget for a minute.

"Yes. Just a little. But I listened to you. I wanted to be brave. No matter how many times you tell me to shove a sour candy in my mouth, dunk my head in cold water and all the rest when I'm stressed... it takes a lot for me to notice that I'm actually stressing... You, on the other hand, can notice it a mile off. So when you remind me you're here, pinching me and waking me up... I dunno. You see, I wanted to expose myself to stress but make something good out of it... and maybe that way I'll get to get a little stronger while battling the heart. While being on my own." You blabber on. Your true intentions laid bare in front of him now. No harm done, no intention to hurt, I hope you see it.

Dimentio looks down at it again and swiftly curls the large blanket around himself. A jester burrito. And you cannot believe it. So early on, he's wrapping it around himself. You were prone to thinking it would be banished from his sight until he could cope. Apparently, he's gotten better with things being the way they were too. This is news. And good one, at that.

"Ah, there's more!" You nod at the bag again. Dimentio peers inside and pulls out a smaller granny square. It was his old uniform, but with small bells around it. He shook it delightfully, listening to their teeny individual chimes. Each one sounded different, but together they sounded far better.

Then, one more. Dimentio finally pulls out the last item... and his face. Oh his face. That smile. A genuine one. That curled from ear to ear and it wasn't threatening. Thank grambi. His old mask sat in his hands. It was all pulled together and stuck into one piece. However, the cracks were visible. It wasn't one of the seemless repairs like it was brand new, because what was the point of that? Oh no, this one's shattered pieces were bonded together with gold.

"Y'see the method here was to see the cracks and how much you've healed. I heard it was call-"

"Kintsugi. Yes, I'm familiar with it. And I can see why. I see its repair methods are similar to that of when you are using that soldering iron. These crafts aren't a far cry from what you stand for. Healing things by stitching them up and nurturing them, followed by fixing things and yet embracing their far from perfect past. I must say... these are exquisite. Thank you." Dimentio cooed, now rushing to fill in the blank space between you and him.

His warmth. That familiar feel of a job well done. It was never going to be easy, being away from him time after time when he went away to fix dimensions. So you thought it to be a good idea of getting stronger to fight the heart on your own. Though surprised, Dimentio actually started to look happy about it. And over the past few weeks you could visibly tell that he was, catching feelings for you. Nothing really backhanded was going on. And you could breathe without second guessing. You could breathe without the heart, because he was right there, helping it to sink deeper away from you. The cuddle was so tight that it felt like the chaos heart could get shit out, quite frankly. And the thought was tickling.

"By the way," Dimentio muffled into your chest, coming up for air to stare you dead in the eye.

"This is still not a decent substitute for your clothing. As much as it is deeply appreciated, leave a bundle of your clothes to me. If I should find an empty wardrobe at any time, I will kill you." He informs. Looks like laundry day, no matter how hard you try, was still going to be a fight...

[chaos-love-au]

Part 4 is out on AO3!!

Dimentio continues with his plan, he will get Mr. L back, no matter the cost.

[goldeninsanity50]

The next chapter of King of all worlds is out! Sorry it took a while and it's so short, I was on vacation.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56727958/chapters/146841028