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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years ago

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Candy Pop x Immortal!Reader || Oneshot

Title: The Earth is Spinning; We Can’t just Stand on It Anymore

Notes:

‘Come on, dance with me. The earth is spinning. We can’t just stand on it.’

Inspired by the above quotation by Dino Ahmetovic (Theirs also a little ‘ atop the c in ‘Ahmetovic’ but I can’t figure out how to get it there, so my frustrations and apologies), which I picked at random from the quotes folder and then randomly picked Candy Pop with Wheel Decide. This should be fun.

I really, really tried to keep this gender neutral, but you know how the 1400’s to… uh… now…, are with gender specific titles. There’s not much I can do about that /: Modern times will have more gender fluid personal pronouns though of course (:

Jess christ I've been writing this one for a year. I'm so happy with it ^^

Plot: All the times Candy Pop asked you to dance over the years, and the one time you asked him.

Warnings: Possessiveness in the second bit, some violence (You hurt Candy Pop to get away from him), description of bitten down nails, HISTORICAL INNACURACY

1435

“Excuse me, sir, but I’ve decided to retire for the evening. It’s been a wonderful ball.” The robust man in a ridiculously ruffled collar - really, the damn thing tickles his nose. I’ve been counting how many times he sneezed tonight, and he’s reached astronomical amounts of achoo’s, - before me nods, a flicker of a smile across his tired lips. The poor man looks like he longs to retire himself, but there are still at least 30 other guests still going strong thanks to the ale. A half-concerned smile comes to my lips, which used to have lip gloss spread across them but now due to inhaling the hors d'oeuvres and the wine going around the room- yet another reason to go back home, - it’s all but gone. “Thank you for the invitation; No one throws balls like you do. Goodnight.”

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“You as well.”

As I’m turning around to head for the wide open, grand double doors, the target totally obvious because of the juxtaposition between the pitch-black outside and the golden, lit up walls inside the ballroom, a foot cross-collides with mine and I’m not of quick thinking enough to stop and manoeuvre around it- before I’m gracelessly twisting my ankle with an undignified ‘Oof!’.

“Oh no!”

“Pop! Look what you- “

Rudy, the man throwing this shindig and who I was just talking too, was kind enough and quick enough to lurch forward and stop me from smashing my face into the marble flooring. Flashing him a nervous, thankful grin, I straighten back up slowly and wait for my heartbeat to slow down again… before the man I’m assuming caused my trip, pops up right in front of me. It honestly takes me a good moment to hear what he’s saying, because all my focus is taken by the colours all over him and his hair, and his make-up and… everything. He looks mad. Who is this??

“- And, again, I’m very sorry!! Is your ankle okay? -Hello?” As I’m getting used to his unusual look, he looks to Rudy, still holding my hand and my waist, his eyebrows knitting together. “Did they hit their head on anything? They’re a bit unresponsive-”

“Uh- no! I’m fine, sorry. I’ve just never seen anyone with such amazing hair before.” Finally gathering my bearings enough to not need Rudy’s help, I flash him a little ‘thank you’ smile and he nods back, letting go immediately and returning his hands to his sides. I widen my grin and look at the jester who tripped me to reassure him that its fine. Because it is! It’s not the first time I’ve embarrassed myself like this at a party, and it certainly won’t be the last. Lord, I hope tripping becomes less of a public humiliation sometime in the future… “No, its fine. I should have been looking where I was going!”

“Oh, good. My sister’s still going to be beating me up over tripping you for the rest of the week- I hope that gives you some kind of peace of mind!” A tinkering laugh comes out of him, and I’m struck again by how pretty his- even more so when he laughs. A girl appears beside him, and she looks just like a narrower version of him except with 4 aqua ponytails instead of 3, wide hips and a swollen chest. The costume is also a little different, to accommodate for a different body type. The male takes my attention again quickly though, all too easily. He smirks at me, twisting some of that aqua hair around a long white finger and venomously purple painted nail. Evidently, pleased at my compliment. “And thank you, about my hair.” I smile back, cheeks warm.

The girl raises her eyebrows at her brother, before turning to me and nodding seriously, successfully distracting me from the possible flirt that her lookalike sent my way. Fortunately. “I will- beat him up, that is.” She assures me, hands on her hips.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that!” I laugh along with them, relieved to finally find some similarly humoured folk at this ball finally. Rudy is lovely, but he’s just as bored as I am, and two wrongs certainly do not make a right. After a moment, my smile vanishes, and my eyes widen. “Ah- Sorry! I haven’t introduced myself! I’m Y/N L/N, an old friend of Rudolph.”

“Agh, Y/N. My name?” Rudy steps up beside me again, a sour look on his face as he takes a drink from the server passing us and takes a nice big gulp of it. His florid features get even redder, as he shakes his head at the flavour and the rest of us just watch the silly man. His name isn’t that bad! … Alright, well, maybe it is. “God… “After a second, he shrugs his shoulders back and regains his usual air of… well, definitely not indifference… More like lesser crankiness. Yes, that’s it. “Y/N, these are the court Jesters I was allowed to hire for the night. Candy Pop- The male one, and Candy Cane- The female one, they wouldn’t tell me their real names, which is fishy… “

“Well, a magician never reveals her secrets.” Candy Cane winks, taking a wine for herself and winking at Rudy when he drops his jaw at her general boldness. For hors d'oeuvre and drinks were certainly not for staff working the party, but Rudy quickly blushes and lets it go. I smirk at that- such a sucker for a pretty lady. Quite a pair, these two are. “Well, I apologise having to leave so quick, but I see an unfortunately glum looking bunch over there, and it’s my creed to entertain, so I bid you all adieu. Pop, I’ll see on our rounds?”

“… Yeah.” Pop’s mind seems to be off with the fairies though, looking at me.

My cheeks feel hot under his gaze as Candy Cane looks suspiciously from her brother, then to me, before giggling, waiving to Rudy and heading off towards a group of party-goers at a table looking bored out of their minds like Rudy and I were. Rudy quickly scampers off as well, to his wife Matilda who’s getting a bit close and personal with a Duke. This leaves Candy Pop and I, and we’re still just assessing each other.

I’ve never felt this way just being near a man before. Sure, I’ve felt feelings like love and lust, but nothing so deliciously wrapped into one. I don’t believe in love at first sight, not because its poppycock but because it’s dangerous, so I’m honestly wary in this moment that I’ve found it.

Hopefully not. Hopefully this is just the wine and the ale I’ve been meticulously sipping through the night.

He’s so pretty. In an unapologetically roguish way. Beautiful colours, and shapes, and lines… but also a mischievous and fun aura, and it just makes me want to… misbehave.

“So, I don’t think I’ve properly made it up to you for tripping you. Would you delight me with a dance?”

The word ‘misbehave’ bangs around in my head, reminding me that I was about to go home as an escape tactic, in case I was leaning towards taking up his offer… which I am…

Then suddenly the spell is broken. Because I remember. My cheeks heat up even more when I remember… that I- I, I have a husband/wife. I’m married.

God. How could I forget about Terry??

Quickly, I straighten up as I realise that I had relaxed towards this man, and raise my hand in front of my shoulder instead into his waiting palm. An apologetic look breaks across my face that was just a moment ago, mirroring his. “I… uh… sorry. I have to, r-regretfully, uh… “God, this has put me out of sorts. What was I saying? “Refuse. Yes. Sorry, again. My consort will be expecting me at home, um… “I take a deep breath, made clipped by how Candy Pop’s eyes widen and his big hand snaps back to his side, dejected. I could very nearly see his heart break into two jagged pieces inside his pupils. Jesus. “I bid you goodnight. Uh, enjoy the rest of the party, and don’t let Rudy skimp on paying you. G- Goodnight.”

He doesn’t get to say a word before I’m fleeing across the room, and only when the fresh night-time air hits my hot cheeks do I relax again. I feel sad in my heart, yes, but I relax. I made the right choice.

___TIME SKIP: 15 Years Later / 1450___

I’m hiding behind a tree, watching Terry collapse on their knees in front of the gravestone with ‘Y/N L/N’ carved into it and Rudy stand some ways behind, taking deep breaths and closing his eyes.

I had to fake my death. I had to do it. I tell myself. They would have found out about me- there’s only so much I can do to myself to make me look older before they realise that I’m not really aging.

I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling a horrible tightness in my chest and fighting too hard, for it being an impulse and not a physical enemy, not to run out there and press Terry’s face into my chest and say I’m sorry, I take it back, I’m sorry.

But I can’t go back now.

God, this does not get easier the more you do it.

Taking one last look at my love, and my best friend, and the rest of the crowd that showed up to say goodbye to me, I sigh, close my eyes and turn around, leaning my back on the tree.

“- Faked ya’ death, huh?? Nice. Was it a fire or did you go the full Monty and make it like someone kidnapped you and got ridda’ the body? I think that’s what I’d do- funner. Ah, grammar. More fun? Funnier?” My eyes snap open immediately and absolutely bulge at the sight of… what was his name… Candy Pop? Yes. Candy Pop. He’s standing in front of me looking thoughtfully over passed me and the tree I’m using as a shield, to my funeral. “Ah, whatever. So, what are ya? A vampire, an alien?? An angel? You sure look like one.”

“Wh-wha- “

He taps my nose with his pointer finger, a toothy grin on his once calm, pretty features. What the hell- “I know. It’s been a while. I missed you! Oh- your old life are quickly toddling off. Guess your persona wasn’t loved enough to stick around too long for. They have shit to do, apparently.” He holds his hands behind his back, watching with a taught mouth as people leave- looking almost disappointed. Angry.

“C-Candy Pop? What are you doing here? How did you know I- “Anything. How did he know anything, here? Where I was, where I would be at this time today, what I was, that I would fake my death- everything. My hearts beating erratically with grim curiosity right now. Is he here to kill me? Is he here from another horrible researcher? I don’t know why I’m like this. I don’t know why I don’t age. I don’t know what to tell you. “What’s going on?”

“About 5 years ago, I started stalking you.”

“What!?- “

“Wasn’t hard.” He shrugs, not caring about my panic.

I don’t say anything. Is this man insane? I just wait for him to explain more. As I do, he looks down at me, from my feet to my lips to my eyes and his grin slowly grows across his face again.

Okay…

“Well, I never got my dance! It bothered me for years, because, obviously- we’re soulmates. I mean- you felt it too,” He informs me of this. No, doesn’t ask, doesn’t look unsure. He knows what I felt at that ball 15 years ago for a fact. “I know you did. But it was just your stupid mortal bed friend,” Oh jeez, he frustrated whines. ”And my stupid former honour keeping us apart. But now we’re both free from those things, so why not? We can do it now- how about a dance? All kinds, of course. Salsa, Foxtrot, Rumba. In the kitchen, in a ballroom, under covers- what do you say? We can start with a waltz on your grave.”

As he was talking, he was coming closer to me, until I was pressed up against the bark of the tree, ashy dust rubbing onto my back and his chest inches from mine. My eyes widened as he did so, feeling small compared to him. Maybe not in size, but certainly in strength. He’s insane, I think, watching him cautiously. And insanity makes people be able to do things sane people could never. “Candy Pop?”

“My name on your lips!~ Frightfully pretty.”

My cheeks heat up all over again with that feeling I thought was love at first sight the other time we met, mixed with fear this time that sends my heartbeat erratically beating in my chest again. I have to get out of here. He doesn’t understand- he’s off his head.

“Go away.”

“Oh, no. I think I waited long enough, I need us to… “For a moment he struggles for words, somehow giving off the illusion that pages are frantically flipping beyond his eyes even as he looks calm in his body language. Finally, he wraps his cold fingers around my arms, making me jump under his touch and look from one hand to the other. His fingers are wrapped nearly all in gloves, except the tips which reveal his jagged, bitten down nails that are now black instead of purple and ripped, agitated looking skin, but still- I feel magic spark under my skin. But his grip is tight on me and I feel so weak compared to him; Like he could rip my arms off if I say no and beat me to death with them, honestly. But his words reveal nothing but affection for me and a desire to be with me, which I can try and work with. In a breath, he lets out the word to end his sentence. “Us.” He needs us to be us.

There is no us, you freak!

“We’re… Candy Pop… you, you’re going too f-fast.” The stuttering was totally completely, absolutely from fear, but the softness that appears in his eyes and the gentleness that he turns to hold me with now indicates to me that he thought it was… cute… or something. I don’t know, but it must be good. Hopefully.

I look too long at his eyes and feel a deep coldness, causing me to quickly avert my gaze. Something terrible must have been done to Candy Pop… this isn’t the person I met 15 years ago anymore. Something has been ripped away from him, right out of his heart. It hurts to know, to see, because I did, truly, really like him after that short conversation we had. It was the magic I feel now at his touch, the something that could be.

Could have been, now though. Because now he’s gone. And he’s terrifying.

A slow, love-drunk grin slides across his painted lips, and he leans so close to me, to entirely too gently - he’s holding himself back. That’s clear by how tightly he’s still clenching his fingers around me, - nuzzle my head. “Did Romeo and Juliet worry about their celerity, sweetness? Don’t punish me for my hustle. Please.”

Oh- that’s enough. He’s cool close. I like it too much. My stomach squirms… he has to leave. I have to get out of here.

I whisper back, a sudden poisonous tone in my voice, “M’ not punishing you for your hustle.”, and feel him freeze a full second before I seize a brilliant teal ponytail, duck down and yank his head brutally the rest of the way over my head, face first into a tree- hard. A pained yowl escapes him but I don’t look back, bolting off to the other side of the cemetery where my carriage awaited. “Mickey! Please! To the house!”

Now as I sit in the jostling carriage, heart still beating rampantly in my body like the horses pulling me away to reprieve, I just lean forward with my elbows on my knees and my hands covering my cold, fear-stricken face from the world, just trying to calm down. “What the hell.”

Outside, sitting in the front of the carriage, my driver Mickey calls in as he guides the horses to check in- I’m sure because of my panicked entrance. “Master / Lady Y/N, how’re you doing in there??” I sit up straight with a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“Uh, I’m okay! Mickey! Just eager to go home… “The corners of my lips actually perk up at his sweetness… before my face falls again in horror - Candy Pop knows where I live, - and I try to control my voice as I speak up again quickly. “Uh, actually Mickey! Please take me to the docks- I’m going to France. Sp-Spontaneous trip.”

Spontaneous move. No need for belongings; I’ll start over there. Can’t go back. He’ll find me. I have to get away.

“Right-O, Master Y/N / My Lady.”

As I lean back in the carriage, completely spent and still pent up from fear, I look down at my hand and quickly spasm, panicking and wiping it fast on the seat next to me and then wiping the seat off, as well.

There was teal coloured hair wrapped around my fingers.

___TIME SKIP: 1 Year Later / 1451___:

The letter in my hands makes me nervous. I don’t know the handwriting on the front, or the smell, or anyone who uses this juniper seal. Slowly, my eyes narrow. “Hold on.” Thinking I might actually, possibly know who’s seal this is - not that they’ve ever sent correspondence before now, but… wishful thinking - , I go to the bookshelf in my study and pull out a particular book, open it and take out the envelope my friend Tilly let me keep. It used to hold a letter she and her husband accidentally received from higher noble family to another high-class family including some suspicious wording around the topic of one of the daughter’s surprise pregnancy with the footman. Tilly and I’d read it at least a hundred times when she turned up one night with it, and I ended up being allowed to keep the envelope to remember it by, just for silly fun, while she of course kept the letter.

And now, as I compare the broken, juniper seal on it to that on the new envelope, I feel a sudden urge of dread and nausea. It’s very similar, but with a few extra indentations that may have been made, by… a fingernail? That’s curious, but I’m too busy feeling anxious to take much notice of it.

Oh dear god, did they find out that Tilly received that letter??Why would they send something to me!? Am I going to be taken out?? God help me… I glance out the window worriedly, making sure no one is out there watching me.

Sitting down at the desk a moment later once I’ve decided that if someone is out there, they’re hiding unbelievably well in the open drive with no hiding places, I break open the new letter needlessly carefully, and pull out the note inside.

Unfolding it, I take a deep breath and try to rationalise with myself. It’s probably just an invitation to a ball. I mean, it’s been months and months since that letter… the baby would be born and sent to a baby hatch by now. I take another deep breath, and start to read the messy writing. Honestly, you would think nobility would be taught better cursive.

‘Dear Y/N,

Hello! It was a little difficult, but I found you! Cheeky rascal.

Anyway, if I were to set all the jokes aside- I would have to say, I owe you an apology, love. I may have been a bit forward with you during our last meeting and that was very rude of me. I would never want you to feel at all unsafe with me, I’ll always protect you and I certainly would never hurt you myself. Ever. Never ever ever ever ever.

Yes, I’m in the city as you read this, and it’s true that I broke into your house to leave this note, but that’s just me! I’m mischievous- it’s one of my quirks. Hopefully, one day, you’ll get used to it.

Steady yourself though, for now. I won’t be here for long, so your heartbeat can return to its former homeostasis. I’m shipping out on Thursday. I just wanted you to know I was here, and interact with you… even if I didn’t get to see you or your reaction. Because I love you! I know its irrational, and you don’t believe it, and even if you do then you certainly don’t feel it back or appreciate my love at all, but… I’m going to miss you while I’m gone, and I wanted you to be aware of that. Not to plague you, because I doubt it will as much as the fact that I’ll return will, but just to know that you’re thinking about me. You haven’t forgotten. You know I exist. ‘

At the bottom, the letter is signed ‘Dance with me? Pop.’, and my heart throbs dully inside my chest. So it’s not that Nobel family…

No, he’s not here. He’s leaving, and I believe him that for some reason, but nowhere in this letter does he say he’ll leave me alone completely. He says that breaking into my house is a quirk- nowhere does he apologise for it. And he says… he says, that he loves me.

It makes me uneasy… but not in the way you would think. A part of me, irrational and bleeding for the character that I met at that party that made me rethink, for a moment, my marriage and the life I’d picked for that increment of my eternity despite my content, yearns to grab him. Make him stay.

But of course, the rest of me, the part of me that knows his darker nature, is relieved.

I can’t help but think about it for the rest of the evening.

___TIME SKIP: 379 Years Later / 1830___:

“Heya, sweetheart!” Candy Pop’s voice invades my eardrums all-too-suddenly, causing me to jolt out of my own thoughts and nearly right out of my seat, too, as I whip my head around to see the monster sitting in the chair behind me, wiggling his fingers at me in greeting. My eyes widen and I take a deep breath in- “Don’t scream! I’m here to help~ Promise.” Oh, I highly doubt that. I highly, highly, highly doubt it! Right down deep within my soul.

Then, before you can say anything else or even build up a good scream, the Scotland Yard Officer enters back into the waiting room we’re in, from the adjoining ‘interrogation room’. “Uhhh, Mr Jeffrey Benjamin Jackson?” He calls out, and Candy Pop immediately turns his head to him. The Officer raises his brows at the odd looking character. “That you?”

“Yep, that’s me sir! Be right in.” Candy Pop calls back, grinning convincingly. How the hell did this jingle bell and skin-tight cloth wearing, bright haired psycho manage to sign himself as a credible witness source in the eye of the the Scotland Yard?!-

He leans forward in his chair towards me as the officer, Detective Burk I think he told me his name was, disappears into the questioning room to wait for ‘Jeffrey Benjamin Jackson’. Pop’s eyes are full of mischief, and I’m speechless. And horrified. “Wanna finish that dance before I go in?”

I sputter- what could I say? What does he even want me to say, at this point?

After a moment, he shrugs, making an upbeat ‘Hm’ sound before getting up and following Detective Burke into the other room.

I sit, visibly nervous in the cold, fluorescent, foreboding - at least for me, right now, - office waiting room, listening to the tic, tic, ticking of the grandfather clock that was the only sound in the room. There were others in the room, but only 2 and they sat a few rows down from me, doing the same thing as I am; Nothing. Sitting still.

Thinking.

My feet, resting in basic black shoes, are completely still on the ground, side by side as well as my knees. My hands sit awkwardly in the junction of my thighs over the top of my simple black skirt. The coal-coloured head piece I also wore served as testament to my grief - another partner having died only last year, - and the thin-lipped expression that I’m holding a testament to my stress.

If they find out… Chewing on my bottom lip, I glance at the door to the questioning room that Candy Pop disappeared into half an hour earlier, and that the grocer that I’ve purchased from for over 20 years - a mistake. A slip. One that i deeply regret now, - did so and returned out of an hour earlier. It’s such a mundane thing, but it sends bolts of anxiety and nausea like violent bursts of lightning down to my stomach and pricks my chest. I take a deep breath through my nose and look away again. I don’t know what will happen if they find out… but it won’t be good.

Please don’t tell them, Pop. Please, don’t.

I hadn’t seen that Candy Pop since the run in at Terry’s funeral, and I haven’t heard from him since not long after that when he left me that letter, so its heart stopping to see him, now. All I could do was stare, mouth half open as if to ask what the hell he’s doing, or maybe scream, until he was gone and the lock clicked and I was stuck just swallowing my anxiety down and trying not to throw up. Yes, the last time I took in his words, he said he loved me - in writing no less, - , but I won’t be a fool and blindly believe him.

No! No, instead, I’ll continue to sit here and feel sick with fear, silently as he might possibly be outing my entire secret to Scotland Yard.

God, he might’ve even been the one to report me.

Finally, I give up all pretences of having ‘nothing to worry about’ and hold my face in my hands, feeling like I might cry. What will they do to me? At the same time, I’m terrified but then also… ready to give up. Maybe they’ll kill me. I’m just so tired… I’ve lived too long… Buried too many friends, family and lovers. Been too many different people, seen too much history. It’s too much, now. Way too much. And I might be ready, for that. To die.

When the door opens again, I ignore it. Don’t raise my head. Just wait, massaging my head with the tips of my fingers.

Then the officer speaks, and I gasp, looking up. He sounds… rather disappointed. “Thank you for your patience and cooperation here today, everyone. The case of Mrs/Mr L/N is closed. You may all leave now, except for you Mrs/Mr L/N, we’ll need you to go through some papers with us, if you’ll be so kind… “

“O-oh. Of course.” I bite back my questions, thinking they might be suspicious as the other two witnesses in the room leave, looking disappointed also. Candy Pop appears in the seat beside me as the officer returns to his room to get the paperwork for me to sign.

Turning to him, eye wide, I open my mouth again to say something… but again, nothing comes out. Not a scream, and no words. He smiles softly, and puts his hand comfortingly on my knee before realisation seems to flicker behind his eyes and he pulls it awkwardly off again, holding that hand to himself, instead. My heart started beating faster at his action, feeling warmer than before at how… cute, it was. Still, my stomach is in knots over his reappearance.

“Don’t worry love,” He leans forward, giving me a conspiratorial look before leaning back again; Allowing me my personal space; A huge change from the last time. He talks quietly, both because the walls have ears and because all of the over-intensity from before is what scared me last time and he doesn’t want to lose you the same way again. He’s repressed. “I wouldn’t give you away. ‘M only here to save you.” Meaning ‘I’ll leave right away, now that I’ve done it…. When you tell me to.’

“Th- thank, you.” I’m being overwhelmed with relief right now, and confusion, and fear because I’m still not out of the woods until I’m home once again, and this weird warm feeling in my chest now that Candy Pop is so close again just makes it worse. Or better. I don’t know… But he’s being so… so, perfect.

Overly perfect, yes. He’s acting like I’m a bull he’s trying hard not to spook. But if there was ever a time to treat me like that… this was sure it.

He smiles the soft, wolfish smile again. “You’re alright?”

“Well… um… “Tucking some hair behind my ear, I turn properly to him. “I’m confused. Why… “I look around, making sure no one can hear me and lower my voice. “Why did you do that? And how did you even know… “

He snickers, a spark of the evil that lives in him making its appearance as he looks away and rolls his eyes. “Heh, you don’t think I’d keep tabs on you sweetums? Please.” So, he’s always been there… not directly, but he’s been there. He always is.

Maybe he always will be- maybe he’s like me. Still alive, that is, for no foreseeable reason.

That comforts me, in a way. I do wish I could see him when he saw me, though, just to feel less alone…

I watch him blow air slowly out of his cheeks before looking back at me again, returning to his softer air from before. A hesitant smile lifts the corners of his mouth and he pats me knee again, softly and quickly. “And, because I love you.” My eyebrows shoot up; That was the first time he’d said it out loud, what was happening between the two of you. Because something certainly was, I could even feel it on my side- regretfully. And he said it so casually, and softly. “Of course, I’d come for you when you needed- uh,” He’s hesitant to name himself. Grinning goofily, he shrugs. “Someone.”

“But… I… “Haven’t responded.

He shakes his head; I don’t have to say anything. Once again, he squeezes my knee comfortingly and looks at me the softest I’ve ever been looked at- it breaks me.

“You’re only the love of my life, Y/N.” For a moment we just stare at each other, before he lets go of me once again and gets up from his seat, causing me to crane my neck to see him; My eyes round as saucers. “I’m still waitin’ for that dance of ours! Aaaaanyway, I’ll leave you again, now. I’ll always keep an eye on you, though, so don’t worry!” He winks. “I won’t ever be gone for too long!”

I only watch, my heart reaching out but my lips sealed shut as Candy Pop turns his back on me and starts towards the hallway that’ll take him out of the building. But before he makes it to the doorway I lunge up and take his hand in mine, making him turn back around to raise his eyebrows at you, eyes wide with surprise and something else. Adoration, maybe. At me touching him willingly.

And I’m just as surprised, as I slowly sit back down, feeling comfortable in the fact that I have him in my grasp… He can’t go anywhere while I have him, meaning that I want him with me… Holding his hand feels like fulfilling a deep desire that I never allowed myself to entertain, and now all I can do is hold it in both of mine and treasure the feeling. My lips quirk up and down nervously. “Could you… hah,” Breathing out, I try to get the words out- not that I have to. Candy Pop is already taking is seat beside me, back where I want him to be. Relief sprouts inside me. “Would you stay with me? I’m… I’m tired of being alone.”

Of course, I’m never really alone- aside, from Candy pop and his stalking tendencies. I know that. But everyone I love, everyone who fills up my, life eventually dies. And if this experience has brought anything to my attention it’s that I’m not as strong as I thought I was- with every death, and funeral, I lose a little more hope. Mortal’s end up feeling less comforting to me, because I know they’ll leave and of course that isn’t their fault, but… I can’t help it. It’s a horrible fact of life.

Just, not my life.

Or Candy Pop’s.

I need someone, right now, who… isn’t going to leave. Who’s like me.

And, as he sits down and takes my linked clump of hands into his own lap to stroke my knuckles gently, I know he’s willing to be that someone.

I feel a washed in relief.

___TIME SKIP: 21 Years Later / 1851___:

Since my close call with the government nearly half a century ago, Candy Pop and I have stayed in touch. Not exactly close, and definitely not in a romantic sense, even if… more than sometimes… more than occasionally… I want it to be, but we will send each other letters and meet up all the time when you were in the same area. I got close with his larger-than-life sister, too, Cane. They’re very similar, as twins, but they have their differences.

Their flavour pallets, for one.

For example, while Pop prefers to stay sober, Cane loves alcohol - All kinds! Doesn’t matter to her. Rum, tequila, vodka, beer, wine… Any of this will do, - and will end up smashed at any party (While still somehow carrying that air of confidence and elegance that everyone envies of her) … even a gala for scientific discovery, which is where all three of us find ourselves tonight.

The scientific discovery being celebrated tonight is that of the earth turning on its own axis, allowing both hemispheres of the earth to see the sun and the moon at different times- giving the illusion that the sun rises and falls. It’s pretty boring. Well, it’s interesting… sort of. It was a bit of a surprise when I heard and I listened in to the first few speeches, but a revelation like that is only so fun until I realise nothing has really changed.

I’m still the same person, living the same life, with the same people who in turn are doing the same things with their life, as before.

So I find yourself outside, feeling warm from the Champaign I’d consumed during the speeches and the laughter I had given up at some of the geeky nerd jokes some of these cute scientists made, and needing some fresh air. The courtyard outside the billionaire’s mansion is pretty in the moonlight, which I look up at with different eyes now, and the hedges and lavender bushes catch golden fire light from inside beautifully. It’s a calming place… makes me feel like a fairy, a bit. It’s nice. I sit down on a bench, roll up my sleeves and enjoy the feeling of cool night-time air on my heated cheeks and the soft, oft hidden away skin of my arms.

I’m just sitting there, relaxing, when the bench creeks with more weight and I peek from under my eyelids to see Candy Pop’s figure and open them fully to smile in greeting at him. “Hey, you having a good time at the party?”

“Sure- geeks and mad scientists are a killer party crowd. I don’t know why I don’t run with these people more often.” He snarks sarcastically, leaning back on the bench and laying his arms out on the top of it. A lazy, amused grin tugs at his lips as he glances at me, causing me to roll my eyes and mirror his expression back at him.

“Hm, right. Your crowd’s… rowdier, then this one, right?” I smirk, holding in a chuckle. Candy Pop immediately straightens up and leans towards me, on the defensive.

“Hey! Kids are way more fun than these dorbels!”

One of my hand’s is on my mouth in a flash as I dissolve into giggles. “Dorbel! I haven’t heard that one in centuries!”

“Hm,” He hums happily, watching me giggle and smile at a thing he said, next to him. (Honestly, for a good long while, he didn’t really believe that anything like this would really happen to him. That he would get to be the one making you smile so unintentionally, or even that you would sit next to him and be… comfortable. It’s so pleasant to see you like this. Weird, but so so pleasant.)

(Oh, my god. He is so completely in love with your unattainable ass.)

After a moment Pop pats my thigh when I stop grinning so broadly and then takes his hand away. “So, lemon drop.” He sneaks a peak at me out of the corner of his eye as he pretends to look at the garden before them like I am and catches my lips quirk at the nickname. “Honey pie.” I roll my eyes this time, still unsure about the reaction my body gives towards Pop, after everything. He side eyes me again, and I know it, and I don’t bat his hand away when he reaches to tuck some hair back behind my ear. Not even close. “How’ve you been?”

Immediately I roll my shoulders uncomfortably, crossing my arms. How’ve I been… hm, well let’s think…

I’ve been feeling like all my years, and the metaphorical weight all the people I’ve lost are all somehow catching up to me finally. Like they’re in hot pursuit and every time they get close, my heart clenches and I feel like throwing everything away.

But instead of saying that, I give Pop a funny look and raise a brow. “You mean you haven’t been watching? Boy,” Sighing, I joke. “I suddenly feel almost inadequate.”

Giving you a squinty look back, he smirks. “Don’t get me wrong love, I watch.” A zap of nerves flashes through me at that, at how steady his voice was. Then he shrugs hopelessly, casually, and looks away again. “But I’m not a mind reader.”

Glancing at him, I clutching my hands together and taking a breath.

“It’s just been… “I sigh, rolling my head back over my shoulders to get rid of the tension at mentioning it, or thinking about it. “A particularly hard, year.” Sighing, I look up to the sky and cross my arms over my chest, chilly. “Or four hundred. And… “I let out a long breath, the air puffing out visibly in front of me like steam… disappearing into the sky quickly. “And now this business about the, uh, earth moving? Just reminds me, how nothing’s going to change… the earth’s going to keep turning, the sun’s going to keep baring down on us, and we’re, you and I and Cane, are going to keep on surviving… no matter how many we lose along the way. Or how much we want it to be over.”

“Yeah,” He chuckles, nervously. “But if you didn’t keep on living, you never woulda met me! Or become friends!” On the word ‘friends’, his voice gets dry… but he quickly pats my hand and becomes upbeat again. “That makes it all worth it, doesn’t it? Sure does for me.”

(He watches you not look back at him, and feels the ongoing heartache and longing for you twist uncomfortably, in his heart. He knows, you still don’t feel the same. It hurts him to acknowledge but at the same time… you’ve come this far with eachother. It’s been so hard to just stay still, and not take you with him against his will, and to be honest with you, but he managed it and made you his friend.)

(And he just can’t throw the game so close to the end.)

After I don’t answer for a moment, just breathing out visible air slowly into the world, Pop stretches his arms over his head and groans. “Ehhh. Look… I know, love. It’s hard for you. Watching your… loved, ones… “The words ‘loved ones’ comes out unsure, and a little bitter. Because all he has is his sister and me, and he certainly doesn’t understand caring for some dumb human like I do, every day. Nevertheless, he goes on, letting his arms float back down to his lap. “leave… but y’ always get to meet someone new, right? The world continues to move and we’ll continue to survive- that’s true. But also, you’ll always find someone new, who’s life you’ll make yards better. And who makes your life worth living, right?”

I glance over at Pop, spouting truths like he’s good, like he means any of it. Like he didn’t just make that all up and say it just cuz he thinks it sounds right.

I think, even if he did just make that up, and words like ‘loved ones’ stick in the back of his throat uncomfortably, he’s right. A small smile slips across my lips but when he turns, catches me, and smirks at me smiling so softly at him, I switch to a scowl and look away- waiving him off; Fiercely detached from him, always. That’s how I must stay… even if it is, becoming harder and harder. And I forget in moments like these, why.

A few minutes pass of pleasant, comfortable, companionable silence. I just enjoy the feeling of cool night-time air on my face - one of the things in this world that never, ever gets old in reasonable bursts, - and the beautiful garden.

Then Pop bounces up from the bench and offers his hand to me, excitedly. Smoothly though, his excitement mellows down into a soft, reassuring devils smile of his own. His tilts his head to the side, palm up and open to me. “Come on, dance with me. The world is spinning; We can’t just stand on it.”

This time, when I look up at him offering that hand to me- that familiar smile on his face… I feel very little qualms, in taking it and letting him heave me up to my feet.

___TIM SKIP: Present Time___:

For the past century and a half, I’ve lived in Tokyo, Monte Carlo, Guilin, Seoul, Manchester, Brisbane and various other places all over the world - Ireland, Scotland, New Zealand, Hong Kong, Egypt, - and everything has been different in every next place I move to. The food, the people, the language, the fashion, the culture- And of all this change in my life, one thing has remained the same. And his name is Candy Pop.

He’s become a cemented part of my life- one that, if taken away, would honestly disrupt the structural integrity of my whole life, I think. He’s so important. I don’t exactly know what changed and when… you lose some things, with time… but- I love him.

Taking a deep breath and sighing it out, I roll my eyes and settle further into the couch cushions. I have some timing, don’t I? He probably doesn’t feel that way anymore- we’ve come so far, and I would never dismantle the progress we’ve made. So I’ll do our friendship the kindness of keeping these feelings to myself. Tapping away at my keyboard, creating a boring old excel spreadsheet for work, I offer Pop but a quick smile when he enters the living room and plops down next to my feet on the couch. He turns on the TV, flicking to Gossip Girl and giggling at Chuck around the chewing of a redvine.

He gets through 3 episodes and 4 different sex scandals and I manage to complete a good portion of my spreadsheet before it gets dark outside I realise we haven’t had dinner. Sighing out a deep breath, I shut my laptop down and close it; Turning promptly to Pop, who seems to tiring of his show, as well. He’s just chewing his lolly very slowly, staring off into space. “… Pop?” Leaning forward, you tilt your head to he side. “Are you okay?”

When you steal his attention, he jumps- eyes snapping to yours, dark and menacing for a moment that confuses you. Your eyebrows furrow, just before a calm smile spreads across his painted lips to rest your nerves at ease; Though his eyes are still focused as hell on you. Turning in his seat, but not daring to come any closer to you or touch you, Pop says the next words without a breath. Without a halt- just a string of soft words that make sense together if you only stop and pay attention- or if, in this particular situation, he had said it before. “Gumdrop, I love you.”

Surprised, your eyes widen- and he takes it as fear, his own eyes widening at your reaction before he leaps up off the couch to put the armrest between the two of you; Crouching behind it. You follow him, crawling quickly to his end of the couch and looking down at him over the arm. Opening your mouth, you fully intend to tell him, but he cuts you off. “Candy Po-“

He talks fast, almost nervous this time around confessing to you. He’s been worried before, at the secret service office all those decades ago because he knew you would be scared of him, but he’s never been nervous. Not since you first met. “I know you never felt it back, and you probably never will… “The jester chews on a long thumbnail, eyes glazing over for a moment with his own thoughts and regrets, before he snaps back to reality again and clutches the arm rest between the two of you. The soft cushiony fabric bunches around his fingers with the tightness he’s gripping it with. “But I haven’t changed and I just recalled that it’s been awhile, since I last reminded you, and… I thought you needed to know, still.”

Taking in a deep breath through your nose, calming yourself because all of a sudden your heart’s beating a thousand miles per minute inside your fragile chest and he’s done this before but you haven’t, you close your eyes. He always had a way with words, even when they scared the shit out of you.

“Pop… “Your eyes gently open, catching sight of him looking up at you cautiously, almost delicate in his looks, and you can’t help that you almost feel apologetic, in confessing this late in the game. That he’s felt this way since you met, and he’s been in pain over it all this time, and so you will never get to be even on that front because he’s totally in love with you and he’d never turn you down. “… I’ve, changed.”

Immediately Candy Pop’s face changes again, to focused curiosity as he climbs back up onto the couch and you’re forced to lean back on your arms as he crawls over you, assessing your face. “… what?”

“I’m sorry- I, um- … I’m in love with you. You were right, it was always there, I just couldn’t- “

All of a sudden all the tension from the past centuries comes to a crashing apotheosis as his lips finally meet yours and one of his hands find the bottom of your face and the other clutches your waist gently and he rests on your lap like he’s imagined this a million times before. It’s a lose-yourself kind of kiss, a fireworks-cracking-against-the-sky, climactic, she-whispered-finally, kind of kiss. You tilt your head into it, wanting all of him- now.

When you both pull back - for air, -, Candy Pop is elated to see your eyelids struggle to lift again and your red lips, and he’s lost just looking at you like that for the first time and knowing its because of him. He runs a thumb across your bottom lip, fascinated, before you guide him down to kiss you again and he can’t help but groan- as if just you kissing him is enough to make him come.

The next time you break that kiss, you let yourself fall back properly on the couch, feeling like finally. Because somehow, your body was waiting for him all this time.

He just stays perched with his knees on either side of your thighs, appraising you down there, until your eyes snap to his and you scrunch up your nose in a little smile that makes his eyes glitter. You push yourself up and out from under him, getting to the floor and your feet, and guiding him up to his own.

“Well Pop… it’s still spinning… “

“Are you asking me to dance with you, pumpkin?~” Candy Pop gives you a mischievous grin, already gathering your body against his. Its feels natural, but not a boring kind of natural.

You nod, giggling. “Yeah.”

“Anytime, Y/N.”

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