#and I also know that some people say it’s Royal Berry for probably more logical reasons

[quibbs126]

Something I sometimes think about is the implications of Custard Cookie III being a direct descendant of Pure Vanilla Cookie. Mostly because “descendant” implies that there’s quite a few generations in between them

Like, we know for a fact that Custard Cookie III has a grandfather that isn’t Pure Vanilla Cookie, rather that’s Premier Custard Cream Cookie. He also mentions in the holiday update a great grandfather, but given that nothing we see (that I know of) seems to imply that Pure Vanilla is Premier Custard Cream or Custard Cookie’s father, this means that PV comes from even farther up the tree. He’s at best Custard Cookie III’s great-great-grandfather, and even that I doubt, as I feel like if that were the case, PCC would have referred to him as such, and he doesn’t

But anyways, the point I want to bring up is that meanwhile, Hollyberry only has grandkids, and Dark Cacao’s even farther behind having only a son, and we don’t know anything about Golden Cheese or White Lily yet (though I don’t think WL had any direct descendants). All this implies to me that Pure Vanilla must have had kids way before any of the other Ancients for this to make any sense. Heck, he could have had kids potentially even centuries before the others

[kitaychan]

White Flame

Chapter 7

Rating: M

Warnings: Blood, Psychological Horror

General Summary:  Royal/ Magical AU.  As their two Kingdoms get closer to a war, the past keeps on hovering around their choices. Prince Ivan has a hard time controlling his magical powers while being tormented by a mysterious ghost and Prince Alfred embarcs in seeking a revenge that might cost more than it’s worth it.

Preview: Ivan sighed, the warmth radiating from the sun gave him a sense of tiredness, the gardens of the castle were his favorite place, sitting by the fountain, and watching the servants going back and forth through the halls, their swift movements and casted down stares entertained him. Sometimes he greeted them, it was fun to see their hopeless expression, their nervous movements, trying not to offend him but not being too friendly either, they were scared of him after all.

Ivan frowned at the thought, why was it that he, even surrounded by all these people felt so alone?

Secret

The palace had never looked so well.

Ivan was astonished, every time he walked around the palace, he discovered something new. The mosaics in the hallway’ windows were vibrant with color, no longer dulled with gray tones.  

The book shelf’s had been rearranged, giving the library an outstanding presence, a variety of glass engraved bottles were neatly placed in what Katya called ´The Laboratory´.

The main hall with its polished floors reflected the paintings from the ceiling, the chandelier hanging from above shined vigorously, resembling a waterfall.

All those changes were Yekaterina’s doing. She had insisted on hosting a ball before the main celebration with the western Kingdom, a kind gesture of welcome for the defeated princes and an opportunity for Ivan to engage in an unknown territory of diplomatic dialogues and courtesy acts.

To Ivan’s dismay, that meant a new handful of rules and behaviors to acquire.

Ivan had to admit that Natalya’s father was an excellent advisor, helping Katya to arrange the restorations as well as to cover their lack of King, or father.

He could still remember that dreadful night.  Katya locked the door, dismissing the guards and asking them to clear the whole wing and for Ivan to call Natalya’s father. Ivan had complied, not understanding why she had asked such thing.

He sat in the hallway waiting for his sister to come out of that horrid room. He had found himself under the gaze of Natalya’s father. Ivan found it strange, to be scrutinized by those blue eyes. “You’ll have to endure difficulties from now on.” Was what he had said.

Katya had cried, looking for comfort but instead of reaching for his embrace, she had turned to Natalya’s father, asking for advice, teary eyed as she was, she kept looking out for their wellbeing.

Ivan had to console his sister for a week, she would constantly cry out, tormenting herself of being a horrible daughter, upset for lying to everyone about their father, for writing letters on his name.

In addition to that, they had to host that godforsaken ball.

For Ivan it wasn’t such a good idea to invite their ex- enemies into their home but Katya insisted to host the ball, saying it would be suspicious to delay or cancel it. She had been so busy these days that he could barely get a glimpse of her and when he did, it would usually end up with her scolding him. Not only was Katya impersonating their father through letters but she was also resembling his behaviors towards him, being either dismissively cold or unnecessarily harsh.

In a shameful attempt of pettiness, she had hired a tutor to teach him ´the proper etiquette´ as if he didn’t know already. This process of learning, apart from being extremely boring, had proved to be useless, the more time Ivan spent with his tutor the more he despised him.

The man was petty and Ivan wasn’t keen of his antics, the way he scrutinized him and underlined his mistakes, irked the prince into a state of irrational rage. He could take those behaviors from his father or Katya but he wasn’t going to take them form a foreigner and even less from this man whom had obviously lived in luxury his whole life, Ivan was sure that in a battlefield this man would be dead in a matter of seconds.

It was only logical for Ivan to skip one or two of his lessons, preferring to take a walk around the palace and observe the servants that frequented the stables.

Ivan sighed, the warmth radiating from the sun gave him a sense of tiredness, the gardens of the castle were his favorite place, sitting by the fountain, and watching the servants going back and forth through the halls, their swift movements and casted down stares entertained him, sometimes he greeted them, it was fun to see their hopeless expression, their nervous movements, trying not to offend him but not being too friendly either, they were scared of him after all.

Ivan frowned at the thought, why was it that he, even surrounded by all these people felt so alone?

Katya had tried to convince him into forming a court again, saying that he could make friends with other ‘lower princes’,  even when he had allowed almost every request she had, he refused to let her have her way with that, it was too dangerous.

Ivan understood her plead, as he had grown bored of his short conversations with Katya and Natalya. They were kind and loving, he couldn’t deny that, but Katya was always talking about his future duties as a king and Natalya… well, she was… unique, one moment she would praise him for every single thing he had done, and the other she was cursing him for not advancing quicker in her courting.

He had already tried to contemplate the idea of marrying her, reasoning that Natalya was a beautiful woman, she was intelligent and honest, she would probably be the kind of wife who wouldn’t hesitate in pointing out his mistakes, which in his situation was an appealing trait. Honesty is a strange feature when you are surrounded by people trying to please you.

He had managed to ignore the issue for a while, until a dreadful night, during dinner, his aunt had sheepishly asked him how many children he was willing to have. For Ivan, the problem weren’t the children, for he was not bothered by them, he found them quite cute and cheerful, the problem was the idea of having them with Natalya. If he couldn’t bear with the idea of kissing her on the lips, the scenery of something beyond that was horrendous.

After that night, Ivan was more aware of Natalya’s insinuations. Since her father left, she started to slip letters into his room. Not knowing what to do, Ivan had gifted her a book, so they could perhaps talk about it. He had expected her to answer his questions, about her life in the outskirts and the books she had received, but he found himself reading an ardent confession of passion and “never-ending” love for him, alongside a harsh and wrathful demand for her rightful time of waiting to be finally over.

Ivan didn’t know how to reply to her and asking Katya would be of no use, the last time he had approached the topic, she had assured him that it was completely normal to feel like that but with time he would grow to love Natalya. Ivan felt annoyed, he did love Natalya but not like that, why couldn’t Katya understand?

Ivan huffed, walking by the fountain, he took out the silver clock and glanced at it. The godforsaken clock couldn’t mark the time properly, stopping at random moments of the day, always giving off the wrong hour, why did his father cherish it so much?

It didn’t matter, seeing the wrong time irritated him even more, and he threw it, aiming for the top of the fountain and failing pathetically, the clock flew in the opposite direction, landing next to the roses. The prince was glad nobody saw his bad aim, but he didn’t pick the clock back, it wasn’t his after all, his father never gifted it, perhaps for its uselessness.

He glared at it, until a pair of hands took the clock from the ground, the same brunette girl from the stables was holding it, her eyes focused on the silver glimmer while her fingers traced the engravings.

Ivan stood up, calling out to her.  “You! Come here!”

She flinched, letting the clock fall softly to the ground and stepping back. Once her eyes locked with his, she picked up a basket, turned on her heel and scurried away.

He hastened his steps, following her into a hallway, other servants glanced at him, clearing the way, and before she could turn on a corner, he raised his voice. “Do not run, it’s an order!”

She halted her steps abruptly, turning to frown at him. “I am deeply sorry, your majesty. I didn’t think you were addressing me.”

Ivan looked around, the walls were made of stone, it seemed like a totally different palace, void of any elegancy or indulgence. He straightened his posture, scolding her. “You have some explaining to do.”

She showed him the basket, full of berries, holding her gaze and arching an eyebrow.

His confidence seemed to drop considerably, most servants would lower their head and nod at everything he said. He lowered his tone. “How did you do it?”

She rolled her eyes. “I went to the town and bought them”

Ivan shook his head, motioning with his hands, not knowing how to explain. “No. How did you control it? the fire...”

She averted her gaze, stepping back and holding the basket in front of her. “I told you it was a spell.”

A pair of arms enveloped him from behind, Natalya’s voice made him flinch, was she following him again?  “You are a witch, I knew it!”

Ivan turned and glared at her, prying off her hands.

Natalya shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “Yekaterina requests your presence.”

He sighed. “Fine, I’ll go in a minute,” he glanced at the brunette girl, she was observing them silently. “Natalya… can you leave?”

Natalya looked around and scrunched her nose.  Her blue eyes scrutinized the girl. “You shouldn’t talk with the peasants”

“You shouldn’t tell me what to do. Go back and tell Katya to wait.” Ivan replied annoyed.

Natalya’s eyes widened, she huffed but complied, her blue dress contrasted heavily with the surroundings, she lifted her skirt as to not get it dirty.

“She’s right, your majesty. You shouldn’t talk with the peasants, it might damage your arrogance. I’m sure you can find a book of spells in that spacious library you have.” The brunette girl sighed, turning to leave.

Ivan frowned, taking her arm, she flinched, dropping the basket. He stepped back, the looking down at the berries. “What is your name?”

She turned back, her voice was harsh, her checks slightly flushed. “For what? Is your father going to punish my family again? Have I ruined everything for dropping this?”

Ivan stepped back at her outburst, frustration coating his words. “My father is dead and I am not him, I don’t even know you.”

Her eyes widened, she huffed and lowered his head, keeling down to pick the fruits. “Chun Yan”

Ivan blinked, knitting his eyebrows, he sighed. “I’ll see you by the fountain at one o’clock if you do not arrive, I will send the guards for you.”

She didn’t answer.  

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Ivan was frustrated. His lesson had been a total fail. All his answers were wrong, his pen was running out of ink every five seconds and the wind was blowing so hard, the window opened and his notes flew away from the table, scattering on the floor.

His tutor adjusted his glasses, sighing exasperatedly. “Dear Lord, you are worse than Gilbert. At least he acts foolishly on purpose, you on the other hand, are terribly clumsy.”

The man was pacing impatiently around the room when Tolys arrived to say that the food had already been served.

Ivan followed the brown-haired man, he was dressed in an elegant attire, the brown uniform could pass as a fancy choice of Tolys’ but Ivan knew it was to match Feliks’, the puffed sleeves were new and the white color of it contrasted heavily with the rest of it.

Ivan frowned, Tolys’ shoes were worn out. He had gifted him a pair a few days ago, why wouldn’t he use them? If Tolys wanted to insult him, then Ivan had the right to play around with the brunette’s usual nervousness.

A smile crept into Ivan’s face, his words coated with a sweet almost innocent tone. “Tolys, do you believe in magic?”

The brown-haired man nodded at him. “Yes your highness, I do.”

“Why?”

Tolys stopped and turned to him. “Your father wa- he paused, averting his gaze -he is very open in using it in front of everyone, your highness.”

Ivan frowned, the people in the castle were too keen or afraid of his father, of his power. “He was also a good liar, Tolys, he didn’t have real magic, he only took it, as a loan.”

“I… uh… ” Tolys seemed distressed while he opened the door for him.

Ivan smiled, Tolys was easy to scare. “Never mind, do me a favor and retrieve my clock from the garden, it must be somewhere alongside the roses. And be quick, so you can join us in the feast.”

The brunet nodded and bowed, walking hastily out of the room.

The table was large and prominent, it called for your attention once you entered, the silverware was neatly placed and the seats were already filled, except for two, Ivan knew his seat was at the head of the table.

The room fell silent when he entered, everyone turning to look at him, Ivan could recognize some of the people there. Like Tino and Vlad, the “lower” princes, from the lands his father had conquered. Ivan felt uneasy around them, some would look at him with hatred, others with fear, he felt so alone during these banquets.

He smiled, not addressing anyone in particular, glancing at Katya, who was seated in the right of the empty chair chatting with “prince” Feliks. Ivan forced himself to walk faster and greeted them lowly.

The green-eyed man smiled, his lips were tight, not hiding an inch of his faked courtesy. “Good afternoon, Prince Ivan, we are like really hungry, what took you so long?”

Ivan took his seat harshly and muttered. “I was in the middle of a lesson.”

The green-eyed prince rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but this had been arranged beforehand, so you should try to be on time, use that awful clock you have. Where is Tolys?”

Katya placed her hand in Ivan’s shoulder, he looked up noticing that the room had fallen silent, he sighed and answered shortly. “He is retrieving something for me.”

“You should treat him better, he is a prince too.” Feliks sneered.

Ivan glared at the blond and raised his voice slightly. “I know, but unlike you Feliks, Tolys knows his place in here.”

Feliks laughed, taking hold of his wine. “We surrendered to your father, we are loyal to him. I owe you nothing, Ivan.”

Ivan frowned, he could picture the others smiling at Feliks, they were all traitors. “Then what are you doing here, Feliks?”

Feliks twisted his cup. “Maintaining peace, not everyone is a bloodlust beast.”

Katya scolded him. “Feliks, do not mistreat my dear brother.”

Ivan smiled again and stood up, raising his cup. The others shared an uneasy glance and raised their cups as well. “I´d like to thank you all for your presence here today. We rejoice with your company and your hard work, without it, the kingdom would not be what it is today.”

Tolys entered the room looking worriedly at Ivan and taking his seat, beside Feliks and raising his cup, almost missing the general toast. “For the king!”

Ivan sat right after they cheered, how stupid it was to have a toast for a dead king. At least Feliks was right about something. They owned nothing to him.

Tolys leaned in the table, catching his attention. “I’m sorry your highness, there was nothing by the roses.”

Ivan knitted his eyebrows together, where could it be?

Feliks turned to him, smiling. “Ivan, I’m really sorry for your loss, let’s hope that your reign is longer.”

With those words, Ivan fell silent, how did he know?

Katya glanced uneasily at him, fidgeting with her napkin.

Feliks laughter was like a bell, he glanced at Yekaterina. “I’m referring to the clock, he seems to be attached to it.”

She sighed and resumed a conversation with him.

Every time Ivan tried to intervene, he would get nasty glares from the blonde and dismissing words from his sister, even Natalya was ignoring him.

This situation made him grow uneasy, he glanced at his plate, he had barely touched his food, he wasn’t hungry, he just wanted to go out and have some fresh air. He could hear a lot of voices, murmurs, and laughs but deep in the distance, he could distinguish the ticking of a clock, echoing harder with each second.

He decided to leave, they would not miss him, anybody was talking to him anyway. He stood up and left without a word. Katya would be mad at him for this, but he wanted to get out of there.

Outside, in the garden, he found some of the servants chatting. There were a few of them gathered around a young girl. She was talking excitedly, showing them something with her hand. Ivan approached them slowly, realizing that she was holding his silver clock.

Ivan hastened his pace, shouting at her from the distance. “Give me back my clock, you thief!”

The servants turned to him fearfully and moved away, revealing a familiar girl. What was her name again?

She hurried to him and presented the clock, Ivan snatched it from her and put it in his pocket. “Why are you still here? I want you out now.”

The girl shook her head and muttered. “I didn’t steal it and you told me to wait here.”

Ivan knitted his eyebrows together. “You told him!”

The girl’s voice wavered. “What are you talking about? I was going to return the clock.”

Ivan glanced at her, she had a simple dress, plain, old, perhaps it had been white but now it was almost gray. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a bun. He remembered his father telling him that hairstyle was usual in oriental women, Ivan wondered how and why was someone from that far in his castle, meeting his eyes. She was probably a spy or something. Those dark orbs were pleading as if that would convince him.

“You say that now because I caught you,” he reproached her.

She shook her head again, furrowing her brows and replying, almost shouting this time. “I was fixing it. You told me i had to be here!”

How dare she? She had no right to raise her voice at him. He was beyond furious, he felt the air around them getting colder.

Katya’s voice broke into the scene, she was accompanied by Tolys. “Ivan, what’s going on?”

He turned to his sister and pointed at the frightened girl. “She stole my clock! And dared to disrespect me.”

Tolys approached the girl while she argued. “I didn’t… you asked-”

Ivan glanced at her, she was scared and she should be. He addressed Tolys. “Take her away, I don’t want thieves in my palace.”

While the brunette was dragging her away, she kept on with her excuses. “I fixed it! Look at it. Please. You told me I should wait here!”

Katya was scrutinizing him, taking his hand. “Ivan, dear, calm down. Let’s go inside.”

He took out the clock, it was ticking, just as usual, marking one, the right hour. Ivan felt his hand tremble and glanced at Tolys, at the girl, but he could no longer see them.

[hellaoldfander86]

The Grey Mage’s Quest Ch.17

Word Count: 1834

Tags/Warnings: None

Chapter 17: Back to Normal

Patton was getting concerned.

“What if Roman was unable to find the reversal agent?” Patton says with a worried frown, “It has been so long!”

Karybdis sips from his canteen. “If anyone could get the reversal agent, it would be Prince Roman. He would not give up.”

“No, he would not,” Logan states, crossing his arms. “He feels responsible for our well being. It is his realm. He would want to finally be able to rectify our situation.”

“You would be correct there, calculator watch.” A familiar voice says, stepping into the light of the glowing orbs. A smiling, normal sized Prince Roman stands before them. “There is someone I would like you to meet. Especially you, mage. She has some choice words for you.”

“She?” The stunned mage parrots before realizing that the others have left, and hurries to catch up to the group.

The group enters the cave, and as Patton enters behind Roman, a black and purple shape bounces into his arms, which turns out to be a now normal sized Virgil. “I know we said as soon as we were both normal, but I had to at least get one Super Dad hug.” The anxious side says as Patton looks at the purple and black clad side in his large arms, and lifts him a bit more so Virgil could hug him around the neck, and wraps all of his arms around the anxious sides body and gives him a light squeeze.

“How was that, kiddo?” The paternal side asks.

“Not bad. I prefer your normal hugs though.”

Patton chuckles and sets Virgil down, then notices the red-haired woman smiling at them.

Roman clears his throat. “Logan, Patton, Karybdis. This is Metis Mnemosyne Decima. You may have heard me refer to her as the Dragon Witch.”

“Wow! You didn’t tell me that she was so pretty!” Patton chirps with a megawatt smile

“I see we have a charmer in the Lord of Morality,” Metty says with a smile as she walks over to the new arrivals. “Lord of Intelligence, it is good to finally meet you. Roman has spoken of you often.”

Logan crosses his arms. “Probably when he was upset about something I did. It is a pleasure to meet you, also.”

Metty stops in front of Karybdis and crosses her arms. “You.” She fixes the mage in a green-eyed stare. “What possessed you to do this to them?”

The mage shrank back from the rage being directed point-blank at him. “I w-wanted to g-get the reversal agent to help th-those afflicted by chaos magic.” He stutters while dropping his eyes down to the floor.

“By subjecting the Crown Prince and the High Lords to magic that had a RUMOURED reversal agent? What if the rumor was false? They would have been stuck! You have no idea of the damage that could have caused!” Metty seethed at the mage.

“M-my contact with the Mages Collective said that the information was solid. I ha-ad every belief that the rumor was indeed fact.” Karybdis muttered to the floor.

Metty hummed in thought. “When did your plan to force the Prince himself to help you come about?”

“I saw them in the clearing and the idea came to me. After I had moved them I had to get fresh chaos water since what I had was old and unstable. Ever since they took the potions I have been ashamed of myself for doing such an underhanded thing, to My Prince of all people! And when I realized who was also involved, my shame was hundredfold. I only pray that someday they will forgive me.” Karybdis says, looking up into Mettys eyes.

Metty's luminous eyes narrowed. “That remains to be seen. I am sure his highness will let you know. I now know the how and the why. Now the Prince, the Lords and I have business to conclude. I thank you for helping them get here, but now I must send you away. I will take charge of their safety now. Goodbye.” She flicks her wrist and the mage disappears in a swirl of black and green smoke.

Metty holds up a hand at the gasp of surprise Patton emitted. “Do not worry. I sent him home, along with his wagon. He is fine. Except I unashamedly stole these.” And she points at the table and a bowl full of Roulettes appears. “I was unaware these were in season. A pleasant surprise. I will have my staff check all known berry patches around my keep now. Speaking of my keep..”

A wave of her hand and the group is suddenly in a well-appointed room with a fire in the hearth and a large, polished table and sturdy chairs in the center, with a chandelier of glowing orbs over the table. The room had beautiful tapestries on the stone walls and more glowing light orbs within the wall sconces. The bowl of Roulettes appear on the table, and two cups appear next to the bowl.

“I only use that cave on the occasion that I want some alone time. This is much better.” Metty sighs.

“I am sure you are eager to return to normal.” Metty picks up the cups and offers one to Patton and the other to Logan. “This will do the trick.” She steps back and smiles.

Patton looks down at Virgil, who nods his head vigorously. He looks down one last time at his large, muscular form. “Well, back to being just plain old dad. Thank goodness.” He then drinks the liquid in the cup quickly and sets the cup down on the table. “At least it wasn’t gross like the other potions,”  he thinks as a warmth radiates from his stomach, and a bright light forces him to close his eyes. An odd feeling, like traveling in an elevator going down causes him to step back when the feeling suddenly stops. The paternal side feels hands on his shoulders, and he opens his eyes to see that he is the same size as Virgil as the anxious side pulls him into a hug. “You are still Super Dad. Inside.” The anxious side whispers into Patton's ear as the moral sides two arms wrap around and squeeze.

Patton pulls back and looks into Virgil’s eyes. “Wait. Your eyes are still purple. A deep purple.”

Virgil looks back at the moral side. “And yours are blue. Not as bright, but still blue. Princey?” The anxious side looks over at the royal side.

Roman looks at the anxious side. “Mine will most likely be a dark shade of red. It must be a side-effect of being changed by the magic. We can have something personal charmed to change the color of our eyes back to brown when we wear it.” Virgil looks Roman in the eyes. “Yep. A deep red. Could even pass as brown in a pinch.”

They all look over to Logan, who hasn’t taken the reversal agent yet. “I don’t know how this is going to work. I don’t know if I am physically able to drink this. Am I stuck like this?” The logical side seems to be beginning to panic, Virgil can feel Logan’s fear prickling along his arms.

Metty moves to stand in front of the panicking logical side and curls her hands around Logan’s. “Magic made you like this. Magic will return you to normal. Do not think about it, just drink it. Magic will find a way. If I have to douse you with the reversal agent, I will, regardless of the limited quantity. Either way, you will return to normal, it is of the utmost priority.”

Logan looks Metty in the eyes, then looks at the others, who have gathered around him. Roman and Virgil have put hands on his shoulders, and look at him with small smiles. Patton takes Metty’s place in front of him as she steps away, and puts his hands over Logan’s hands holding the cup with the reversal agent “You can do it, Lo.” He whispers, “For Thomas.”

“For Thomas.” The logical side whispers. Logan brings the cup up to his lips and tips the contents into his mouth. To his surprise, the contents do not flow back out because of a lack of an esophagus. He closes his eyes, and suddenly he feels a sensation that he hasn’t felt in a week. Warmth. It glows within him, warming his core, and flows to his extremities.  He flexes his fingers, then he feels the sensation of someone holding his hand, and hands on his shoulders. He suddenly feels the need for oxygen, and he lets out a gasp as he begins to breathe. He opens his eyes, and everyone is still around him, smiling. He looks at his hands. His HUMAN hands. And smiles. “Magic finds a way.” he murmurs and is suddenly hugged by Patton.

“I told you,” Metty says with a chuckle. “I think dinner is long overdue, let me be your hostess for your last meal in the Imagination. I have a story to tell, and I think you all will be interested in it, not just His Highness.”

“I think that is a fine idea,” Roman says while giving Logan’s shoulder a squeeze. “I haven’t been to your keep before, plus I think Logan still wants to try the Roulettes.”

The three other sides agree, and Metty nods and pulls on a cord on the wall. Servants come in with trays of food, and Metty waves her hand and place settings appear on the table. “Let us dine, then we will enjoy the Roulettes for dessert.” She says as she takes her seat at the head of the table, and Roman and Logan take seats on one side, Patton and Virgil on the other.

The sides enjoy the meal immensely, especially Logan, who hasn’t eaten in a week, and proclaims that the mage was wrong, he was actually hungry when he changed back, but not as much as he would be if he had gone the entire week without food. The dishes were cleared away, and the Roulettes are left where everyone could reach them easily.

Logan is the first to grab one, and looks at it with his deep blue eyes and pops it into his mouth and gets a confused look on his face. “Cantaloupe?” He murmurs. Everyone chuckles at the logical sides confusion.

“You said you had a tale to tell. Please tell us.” Roman says, sitting back in his chair, holding a glass of lemon-infused water, popping a Roulette into his mouth.

“Yes. It is time to tell the tale.” Metty says as she takes a sip of her own water, and stands up. She plucks a Roulette out of the bowl and eats it thoughtfully. “Are you aware of what the realm has been going through?”

“No, I have not. Please tell me. I need to know what has happened.” The royal side says, all business.

Chapter 18

[undertaleowl]

May I request US/UF/MT discovering that their male S/O is deeply romantic and absolutely believes in true love but feels like he can never tell anyone or let anyone know how much he longs for that or they will think him weak or foolish?

If this is not me;  I’m assuming that you meant the skeletonbrothers, just because of their popularity. If you want any other characters,just send the ask again! Thank you for your ask, and I hope you enjoy!

–Owlie

US Brothers

US Papyrus (Stretch)

Ahem. Have you metthis guy’s brother? That boy seems to spout love, encouragement, and everythingin between all over the place, all the time. That’s one of the things he lovesabout his brother. If anything, Stretch thinks that this is such an amazingtrait for his boyfriend to have, especially because his outlook on the worldand lasting relationships aren’t always so great. Since discovering this, he’lltry to encourage this outlook, not in a huge way or anything, but just in tinysubtle ways.

“Hey babe, are you mysoul-mate, because I’m SOUL lucky to have you…”

He tries.

US Sans (Bone Berry)

What? Why is hisboyfriend ashamed of this? Huh? You’ve done this bab a heckin of a concern.Like, he was under the impression that what he and his boyfriend had WAS truelove, so by extension, did that mean you thought the relationship was foolish?Before confronting his boyfriend directly about just how WRONG he is forbelieving that such an ideal should be kept secret, he goes out of his way todeclare his true and undying love every chance he gets.

“Date Mate! It is butthe east, and you are the sun!”

The light blinds hisboyfriend.

“Please put thatflashlight away, I can’t see!”

“But our love is trueand never-fading, just like the light of the sun!”

“Berry, we’re in agrocery store.”

His boyfriend doesn’tthink that Berry knows the meaning of that line in Romeo and Juliet, but atleast he knows that his thoughts and feelings are not only mutual, but valid.

 UF Brothers

UF Sans (Red)

He understands. Hedoesn’t follow the logic, exactly, but he understands. It sucks and it’s awful,but it’s probably better that his boyfriend feels that way. The culture thathis boyfriend had stumbled into does not look kindly on those who love and do notLOVE. These ideals of love will immediately put a target on his mate’s back. Redwill try to find a way to find a happy medium with this philosophy. Let it bethis way in the privacy and protection of their home, but make sure his mateknows how much safer it is for him to keep all of those thoughts hidden inpublic.

He’ll make sure tomention how much he loves his boyfriend (in an incredibly awkward manner sincehe’s still kind of new to this concept), how smart they are despite being inlove with a moron like him, the works.

“So, is this the partwhere the princes kiss or *censor* or whatever?” Cue irritated slap on theshoulder from the boyfriend.

UF Papyrus (Boss)

“Yes, these beliefsare foolish, and you should keep them to yourself lest someone less mercifulthan I hears you!”

At least, that’s howhe initially reacts. When he sees his mate further withdraw from him afterthat, he manages (after a month because this guy does not pick up well onemotional cues AT ALL) to put 2 and 2 together. He tries to come up with a wayto explain how he didn’t mean THAT exactly, that he was just wanting to protecthis boyfriend from a more unforgiving audience. Ultimately, he comes up withthe same solution as Red, only a bit more over-the-top than his brother.

Echo flower petalslead to a dinner for two, and candles are lit. He had threatenedconvinced two of his Royal Guard underlings to play live romantic music from aCD that had fallen from the surface.

“’Cuz I’m addicted toyou, because you know that you’re toxic—-”

“See, date mate, likepoison surely kills its victims, I hold affection for you that is more realthan anyone else’s!”

His boyfriend isreassured, goes along with it, and says that he loves him too.

MT Brothers

MT Sans (Short Stack)

He just sighs. Heknows where his boyfriend is coming from, he really does, because he used to bethe exact same way. But then, his life in the family began, and he has watchedcountless people, friends, enemies, and neutral acquaintances, all fall to thepavement in a shower of red blood or ashy grey dust. What was the point of truelove and romance when there was a 90 percent chance of one of them dying? Itseemed kinder to just deny his boyfriend’s true love and romantic nature,because then maybe, just maybe, the boyfriend would leave him, and save themboth the pain of separation.

He’d just ignore thisrevelation and carry on with the relationship as it had gone on before. If therelationship with the boyfriend gets worse, Short Stack isn’t sure how he’sgoing to be able to fix it.

MT Papyrus (Diplomat)

SAME. Dippy is aPapyrus, after all, so he wants everything that he thinks will help himsucceed. And one of those is true love to surpass any grueling tasks that hiswork may hold for him. However, letting people outside the family know that youare in love with someone is something that can and most likely will be heldagainst you in some way, shape, or form. So, this guy completely understandshis boyfriend’s predicament.

How does he deal withthe violence and stuff that comes with this? Answer, he doesn’t. He is acompletely love-struck nerd who doesn’t want to compromise his true love justbecause there is a chance that there will be consequences. Because there is achance that there will be consequences of letting the world know just how pureand strong that this love is, that means there’s also a chance of livinghappily ever after.

The boyfriend justlets the Diplomat do what he does best, negotiates his way past criminals whothink that messing with you is worth it. It also helps when you have aspear-gun-wielding best friend looming behind him as he lays out his terms.