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Sing the anthem of the angels,
let them hear your praise,
see you knelt before them,
like some common slave.

Raise your voice,
pour your soul into each word,
sell it to the greater evil.
give them your freedom,
to feel,
to think,
to be who you are,
all in exchange for one fleeting,
brush of wings.

Bow before them,
go on,
are you afraid?
Not of the Devil they speak of,
but of those Angels,
pure white wings,
tainted with the blood,
of thousands.

The ones who kept their souls,
the ones who saw,
the true faces,
of your Angels.
Of your God.
The ones,
you shall forever shun.
The free ones. 

Drink the flesh and blood,
of your saviour,
indulge in that at least.
Does the taste of human flesh,
melt on your tongue,
spreading their lies?
Does His blood,
send fire coursing through your body,
the prejudice for others,
now being nurtured within you?   

you shudder from it,
we embrace it.
You see the world,
in black and White,
through the rules,
of your keepers.
We see in technicolour,
masters of our own souls.

Sing the anthem of your Angels,
let them hear no soul,
see you bruised and broken,
no better than a common slave.
Look upon them,
see the red eyes,
draining your soul,
into the dark.

Hear the Anthem for what it truly is.
Lies by those,
who fear Death's embrace. 
Well, I've been sitting on this poem for a while and I've held it back because...religion is a touchy subject and I didn't want to get involved in it.
Then I realised something.
I'm allowed my opinions. I'm allowed to express my thoughts on the world I live in and religion is in that world.
So here it is; my thoughts on religion. Mainly the extremists and those who try to force their beliefs on others.
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There's something in the darkness,
Something that is not quite right.
The shadows haunt beneath me 
Swirling just out of my sight.

The darkness threatens to swallow,
Everything that I live for.
But it promises to hold me,
So I cant really ask for more.

The blackness is a cradle,
It wraps me warm inside.
Bring out all the monsters,
As they sing me lullabys.

They sing me:
"The monster in the mirror,
The demons in the night,
The place my heart cannot love,
Where I cannot see the light
For I know my heart is broken
But I fear to give up the fight."

Maybe monsters aren't so scary,
They are scared just like me.
They broke so long ago,
That they are numb like I want to be.

Maybe a monster's what I am,
In the mirror it's what I see.
My own reflection's scary, 
Shaky and unsure what to be.

It would be so easy to give up,
And I fear that I just might.
So soon I'll sing your lullaby too,
And hide you deep into the night.

Still singing:
"The monster in the mirror,
The demons in the night,
The place my heart cannot love,
Where I cannot see the light
For I know my heart is broken
But I fear to give up the fight."
"Thank you for the tragedy. I need it for my art.
― Kurt Cobain
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(Group Message Sam and Dean Winchester)

C: Dean. Sam. We must help the mighty Thorin Oakenshield reclaim his stolen homeland of Erebor.

D: What the hell are you talking about?

S: I meant to tell you this earlier.

S: I took him to go see the Hobbit.

D: Why would you do that?! You know he gets weird ass ideas.

C: Dean, we must go help him. He could die without us.

D: Why should I give a rat's ass?

C: He is a majestic ruler, Dean. His majesticness must be saved for future generations.

D: His what?

C: His majescticness.

D: What the hell?

S: Thorin was pretty majestic. I have to admit that.

C: Then you understand, Sam! We have to go help the Dwarves reclaim Erebor!

S: You know what, Cas, you're right. You and Dean should get ready and be on your way tonight.

D: Sam, what are you doing?

S: I'll even go find you a bow and arrow. You can match wits with Kli.

D: Sam, what the hell are you doing?

S: I'll pack your provisions.

D: Sam, stop it.

S: I'll even call Gandalf for you.

C: Dean, Sam is going to help us project King Thorin's majesty

S: Damn right I will.

D: I hate you both.
Even Cas loves Thorin's majesticness.

I am so out of practive on writing these damn things.

Give me a few hours, and I'll go back to the way I used to write them.

Being without practice fucking SUCKS.
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That wasn’t supposed to happen. It should have been a not friendly but still peaceful business meeting, not an exchange of potentially lethal shots. But when you worked for James Moriarty you could never be sure of what was waiting ahead for you. For that reason, and for many others he had learnt during the years spent at the madman’s side, Sebastian Moran was always ready. For what, he didn’t know, but still prepared pretty much for everything. And they had to thank his quick reflexes if the people with a bullet in the skull were some of their client’s men and not them.

The sniper had felt the atmosphere of the small Finnish cottage getting colder and colder and he calmly had crossed his arms, his right hand casually resting on the gun hidden in his jacket and the left tapping on the one he had secured on his hip. He wasn’t exactly listening to the discussion going on between the Russian man and his employer, he was too busy keeping an eye on the armed men who were standing behind their clients. He had already spotted their weapons, three guns on each bodyguard and the one on the left had also a knife in his boot. He and Moriarty were facing the door, but there was a window behind their backs, large enough to become an emergency exit once broken the glass.

A sudden stream of curses in Russian had forced him to move his attention back to his boss’s speaker, whose face was now livid and awfully tense. He was grinding his teeth in rage, but Jim had showed no worry at all, had spoken few amused words in the Slavic language and chuckled. The client hadn’t seemed to have appreciated whatever he had said because he had jumped on his feet and shouted orders. His jackals had immediately reached for their guns, but before they could draw them Moran had already shot two of them and had grabbed Moriarty by the waist.

“Moran, what are you…?!” the consulting criminal had started to protest, but he had interrupted him ignoring the deadly glare he had just received.

“Sorry, boss, but it’s time to leave the party” he had stated shooting at the window and crashing the glass. His opponents were quickly recovering from their shock, they needed to get out before the shooting started. He had lifted himself through the opening and had dragged the shorter man with him, ignoring the splinters that scratched his skin through his trousers. “Forgive me my bad manners, but we are in a rush. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“You moron! If you don’t let me go immediately be sure that I’ll skin you alive as soon as we get home!” Jim had growled, clearly irate, struggling in the other’s strong grip. “I’m not kidding! Let me go, Moran!”

Pretending not to have heard the threat, Sebastian had jumped on the frozen ground, running quickly behind a woodpile, and, once there, he had unceremoniously threw his employer in a snowdrift. And there he was, knelt beside the shorter man, carefully leaning out, gun in hand. Behind them there was only the lake shore, only two metres apart. That meant no alternative ways of escape, but at least their enemies couldn’t surround them either. The bodyguards had run out after them through the cottage door, followed closely by their boss, who was once again shouting in Russian. The ex-soldier didn’t know the language, but there were few expressions, which could turn out to be essential in his job, that he had forced himself to pick up in many idioms. One of them was “kill them” and it was exactly what had just come out from their now former client. He didn’t wait another second and shot one of the men right in the chest. The other collapsed in the snow, staining its white with his blood.

A spray of gunfire followed his shot, forcing him to take shelter behind the woodpile. He cursed heavily under his breath. There were more men than the five who had been in the room with them. It wasn’t going to be easy. He glanced at Jim who was still wearing his frown but hadn’t shown any intention of scolding him again. The shorter man’s suit was completely damped and he was shivering, even if he was trying not to show it. The sniper bit his lower lip, growling lowly and cursing the horrible choice of place for the meeting. Neutral ground or whatever, he didn’t care. The fact was that temperature was several degrees below zero and his own fingers were starting to become numb. He needed to get them somewhere warmer soon or they both would risk hypothermia in addiction to a bullet hole.

“Hold on, boss” he said quietly, biting his lips. “I’ll get us out quickly”. He handed Jim his other gun. “Take it. And don’t move. I’ll take care of those bastards.”

Moriarty raised a questioning eyebrow as he took the weapon, but Moran once again ignored it and brushed past him heading towards the other end of the pile. The bullets were still being fired, but he was sure that it was only a diversionary. There were eight armed men on them, but he could count only four guns shooting. They were surely covering the other four approaching their shelter. He needed to be quick if he didn’t want to find himself in a quite inconvenient position. He crawled in the snow, ignoring the biting cold, and reached his destination. Once there he took a deep breath, flexing his fingers. Catching his opponents off guard was his only chance to end the whole thing quickly. He had to succeed in shooting them all before they got him. Otherwise…He would have to deal with serious injures too.

Sebastian tightened his grip on his weapon and stood, immediately setting his sight on the nearest man, who had almost reached the woodpile, instantly shooting him dead. The others immediately turned towards him, but he didn’t let them the time to take aim and fired again, shot after shot, hitting his target each time. A bullet grazed his arm, gaining a gasp of pain from his lips, but he forced himself to ignore the blood soaking his shirt and jacket and drew the gun towards the last jackal, only to find out that the man had already his weapon on him and was smirking triumphantly. The sniper swore, stiffening in his spot. His mind was racing. The bastard was about to shot him. He would have no time to dodge it and, even if he had fired in turn, he would have been hit. His finger tightened on the trigger. One thing was sure. He wasn’t going down alone.

However, before he could do anything, the bodyguard collapsed, crimson liquid flooding out from his forehead. The ex-soldier turned and his surprised eyes met the figure of his employer standing, gun still drawn in his target’s direction. A feral smirk blossomed on his face as he started to walk towards him. Jim never wanted to dirty his hands, but he knew well that the consulting criminal still had a very good aim when he needed it. He always had to put at use all his skills to dodge the objects that the shorter man threw at him when he was in a foul mood. And at times the paper holder or the lamp hit him anyway.

“Nice shot, boss” he complimented going to stand by his side, rubbing his wrist on his wound. “You have been going to the shooting range again, haven’t you?”

“Don’t try to flatter me. I’m still going to punish you for ruining my clothes and forcing me to use this stupid thing”. Moriarty let his weapon fall on the ground. “My suit costs more than your favourite riffle, you idiot. I’m going to use your payment to buy a new one”. He gave his sniper another dirty look. “And don’t even dare to think that I’ve been practicing just because you suggest me to do it. I was bored.”

Moran rolled his eyes with an amused grin and opened his mouth to retort, but he caught a sudden movement with the corner of his eye before he could say anything. His training kicked in immediately and he pushed the consulting criminal aside, out of the line of fire. The bullet penetrated his flesh this time, sticking into his right shoulder. He cried out in pain and fury, falling in the snow. His sight blurred for a moment, but he quickly blinked to clear it. There was no time for weaknesses. He grabbed the gun that Jim had abandoned with his left hand and shoot, hitting their former client in the chest and successfully getting rid of him. A few time he had been so glad to be ambidextrous.

As soon as he saw the Russian falling, he let his arm relaxed and groaned, closing his eyes. Luckily no bone had been hit, but it hurt like hell anyway. He threw the weapon away and pressed a handful of snow on the wound to stop the bleeding. The last thing he needed now was to faint for blood loss. He would have to extract the bullet and wrap the wound as soon as they would be somewhere comfortable, but for now the snow could do. There was a small team waiting for they call only few kilometres apart.

He forced himself in a seated position and looked around, just in time to spot Jim trudging out of the lake, now completely drenched. In the rush of getting him out of the fire line he had inadvertently pushed the madman in the freezing waters. He was going to pay dearly for his carelessness. His eyes widened in horror and he stood up immediately, rushing towards him and taking off his jacket in the process, not without difficulties and ignoring the fact that he was now wearing only a blood-stained shirt. His attention was all focused on Moriarty, who was now shaking uncontrollably, arms wrapped around himself. The ex-soldier put the piece of clothing on the other’s shoulders and dared to hook his good arm around them, pulling his employer close to him. Body heat was the first handy way to fight hypothermia. The long nights in the desert during the months at war had taught him and his comrades that.

“Boss, you have better to call the others” he suggested, feeling the other snuggling even more in his chest. Under different circumstances he would have laughed at the scene, but not now. At least, he had better not if he wanted to stay alive. “It’s a bit too cold for my tastes.”

“Y-You…weren’t the one w-who ended up in…in a f-fucking frozen…lake!” Jim stuttered in an angry tone. He usually never swore, but the situation was pulling him to his limits. He was used to stand behind the safe line, watching the others working, fighting and dying from a comfortable spot. Now he was completely, literally frozen and even thinking was getting harder. The heat of the ex-soldier’s body was helping, but wasn’t enough. The taller man’s skin was cold as well. They needed help and soon. He sneezed. “Moran…you…you useless low being! C-Call them. My phone…is dead! Thanks to the bloody lake!”

Sebastian nodded, not daring to answer, and removed his arm from his employer to grab his phone, quickly sending a text before putting it back around the shorter man’s shoulder. The consulting criminal sneezed again, teeth chattering, and they both knew that the next day he would be ill, for the first time in years. The ex-soldier lifted his eyes. Fantastic. He would have to deal with a sick Moriarty other than with a gunshot wound.

Five minutes later the team was there, bringing everything they needed and ready to assist them. Jim was wrapped in a thermal blanket and brought on the snowmobile, while one of the men helped the sniper to take care of his wound, extracting the bullet for him and wrapping the injured flesh. Once they were done, Moran nodded a silent “thank you” to his subordinate and joined the consulting criminal on the vehicle. The engine was immediately started and the snowmobile got away the cottage behind, leaving the clean team the task to erase every trace of the mess. The Moriarty leant into him, seeking even more warmth, and he was glad to comply, twisting his body so that his boss could almost rest in his lap. None of them speak a word, each lost in his own thoughts, while outside the snow started to fall.


Sebastian snorted exasperated as a pillow hit him right in the face, making him drop the book he had been trying to read for an hour by now. He lifted his eyes to meet pissed dark ones. His boss was sat on the other side of the leather coach, wrapped in two blankets and surrounded by used tissues. An empty cup was rested on the coffee table in front of him, together with a half-eaten chocolate cookie.

It had been almost a week since the Finnish fiasco. Jim had become unbearable as soon as they had crossed the threshold of the consulting criminal’s flat. Moran had been forced to move in to be able to play at his best the role of the nurse. He didn’t mind that part, after all he had being spending more time there than in his own apartment in the last year and half, nights included, both for work and for his own pleasure. The guest room was pretty much his own by now and he even kept some spare clothes in the wardrobe too. He wasn’t bothered even by his many, at times annoying tasks. Taking care of the madman was a part of his job and he had already got used to having to do all the domestic chores, as well as to fighting with his employer to get him to eat and sleep. So adding to them a new struggle to make him take his meds didn’t really matter to him. Actually, he had to admit, not aloud obviously, that this sick version of Moriarty was almost cute in some moments. The man spent most of his time huddled up in his blankets, cheeks lightly blushed because of the fever and looking almost harmless, which was a first. Usually he managed to look dangerous even in the silliest situation, but apparently not when he was curled up like a big cat on the sofa, sulking, a steaming mug of tea in his hands. It almost made him smile.

What really disturbed his was his employer’s attitude towards him. The consulting criminal was always irritable, possibly even more than his usual self, and, when he didn’t give him the silent treatment, he spent his time whining, complaining and insulting him. Everything that Sebastian did was turned into a pretext to start a fight or to cover him with sarcastic comments and offensive remarks. He knew that it was a payback for what had happened at the cottage, but the sniper couldn’t help thinking that he was being wronged. It wasn’t his fault if their late client had decided to get rid of them because he didn’t want to pay the due price, nor it was the fact that Moriarty couldn’t have a conversation without calling his speaker every name under the sun. He hadn’t pushed him in the freezing waters on purpose. He had prevented him from being shot, and he was rather inclined also to remind that he had taken the bloody bullet in his place as well. So nobody could blame him if he repaid the shorter man with a similar harsh treatment when the other hit on his nerves. He had more than once refused to satisfy his employer’s whims, ignoring his protests and leaving the flat without permission. He had also started to smoke inside, knowing well how much the other hated it. Other times he had tried to talk Jim out of that childish behaviour, but in vain. Nothing he had done or said had been enough to stop their war.

“What was that for?” the ex-soldier asked, grabbing the pillow and throwing it back, right in his speaker’s face.

Moriarty let out an annoyed groan at that, but pushed the soft object on the floor. He couldn’t start that kind of battle, he couldn’t compete with Moran’s aim. “You pushed me in a bloody frozen lake, that’s what it was for” he stated harshly instead.

“Again? Come on, boss, drop it. This thing is starting to get awfully annoying. For the both of us” Sebastian answered, trying to keep his temper in check. “Besides, I’d like to remind you that I was trying to save your fucking life.”

“I’m more tempted to think that you were trying to end it” the consulting criminal accused, his voice getting even colder. “Just let me get better, Moran, and I swear that you’ll never forget your punishment”. His eyes shone dangerously. “If you were at least able to do your job properly, I wouldn’t be confined here with a stupid cold. Instead you are one of the most useless beings who have ever walked on the earth! Your task was to keep me safe, and what have you done? You have almost made me freeze to death. If it wasn’t for you being the best sniper on the market, you would already be dead and buried.”

The ex-soldier bared his teeth. “Fuck off, Jim!” he barked getting up. He could feel his anger growing in his chest, pushing to be realised. He needed some fresh air to calm down or he would end up punching his employer.

“Where do you think you are going, Moran? You are not leaving this flat until I tell you that you can go. Sit down. Now” the consulting criminal ordered, knowing too well that the other had to obey to a direct command. His voice turned from ice-cold to mockingly. “What’s wrong, Sebby? Can’t stand you the truth? Does it hurt being the stupid, common and awfully boring little being that you are? Oh, I can understand it. If I’m so disgusted by you, I can’t even image how horrible being you must be. My poor worthless pet. You always try so hard and yet you only manage to be disappointing.”

Moran clenched his fists, knuckles paling as his nails sunk in his palms. That was really enough. He hadn’t slept properly in three days because of the shorter man’s moods and pranks. He was tired, he had a terrible headache and his injured shoulder hurt like hell because he hadn’t had the time to treat it properly in the last week. “So that’s it? I’m just a useless bore to you?” he sneered, his pale eyes burning with anger. “Alright. That’s fine. I mean, you are the almighty genius here, so it must be true. Then I guess you don’t mind if I quit, do you?”

Jim’s eyes widened in surprise. He wasn’t expecting that answer. “You what? You can’t be serious” he asked, furious and incredulous. “You can’t just quit, Moran! Don’t be an even worse idiot. You know very well that there’s only one way to leave my side.”

“Oh, I know it well, Moriarty” the sniper spat out, crossing his arms. He was still standing in spite of the previous command to sit down and his eyes wore a defiant look. The shorter man was right, he wasn’t thinking about getting fired, in all senses, for real. But he couldn’t take that situation any longer and he wanted to push the other as far as he could, not caring about the consequences. Moriarty wouldn’t get rid of him so easily, or at least he hoped so. “But I am quitting. Come on, call your men and have me killed, that’s this is the procedure, right? I have executed too many people for you not to know how it works. Will you torture me? I bet you will, after all I’m not just one of your minions”. His sneer widened in a sickening way seeing that his boss hadn’t moved at all. “What are you waiting for? I’m worthless, an idiot, aren’t I? I’m sure that you can easily hire another sniper, even if he won’t be as good as I am. But you can deal with it. As you can find a new second in command and someone else ready to fuck you. Don’t you agree, Jim?”

“Moran, I told you to stop being an idiot. You are talking nonsense” the consulting criminal said, coldly but calmly. He couldn’t believe his ears. That wasn’t the first time they had a heated fire, but he must really have pulled the man’s strings too much to make him say those things. And he didn’t like it at all, because he could read in the other’s posture that he wasn’t kidding after all. Besides, his employee had never used his surname since their first meeting. Another bad sign. “Maybe it’s better if you go for that walk and cool down. Then you had better to come back and apologise. Otherwise I will consider for real your death wish.”

Sebastian held his gaze, almost mockingly. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere. You are no longer my boss, you can’t give me orders. I’m a dead walking man, but I’m also a free one now” he stated, lowering his voice in turn. “So, go on and kill me. I have no intention to work for a man who doesn’t even care for his own life. I’m not ending up once again alone and unemployed in a blood dirty hole just because my boss has killed himself or has been killed out of carelessness! No way, I’d rather die while still holding my position!”

Jim rolled his eyes, irritated. “Now, now, Moran. Don’t give me that crap” he snorted, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand. His tone was soaked in sarcasm. “Because you, filthy thing, care about my life instead, don’t you?”

The sniper shook his head in disbelief. How could the madman ask such a stupid question? “Of course I do care, you prick! I took a bullet for you less than a week ago! Or have you already forgotten? And it hasn’t been the first time that I almost got killed to protect you and your affairs. It’s my job, but I don’t enjoy it that much. Or do you think that I have some freaking fetish for being shot and torture perhaps?” he exclaimed, too worked up to really mind what he was saying. “I’m ready to do anything for you, to keep you safe and satisfied, to meet your bloody impossible expectations! I care about your life, and not only because you pay me. I care because working for you is my only aim, the only sense of my existence, because you, insane son of a bitch, and your fucking suicidal plans are my life!”

He was almost yelling by the end of his speech and once he was finished he just stood there, panting and frozen. He had said too much, he had let dangerous words slip through his lips, implying meanings that should have never seen the light of the day. The silence had fallen on the flat and a thick tension burdened the atmosphere, matching the intensity of the strange dark light that shone in Moriarty’s eyes. The latter kept his gaze focus on the ex-soldier, an unfathomable expression on his face. It was impossible know if he was furious, disappointed or simply disgusted. Sebastian knew only one thing. His boss hated sentiment, especially the kind he had just shown. It was really true, he was a worthless failure, he had just thrown away years of almost perfect service by making an only unforgivable mistake.

“You are so sweet that it makes me even more nauseous” the consulting criminal commented in the end, several minutes later. His tone matched his words, he really sounded sickened. His eyes, instead, bore something else, to obscure to be read. “You have deeply disappointed me, Moran. I haven’t hired you and made you my right-hand man to have you to care. On the contrary, I did it because I thought you wouldn’t. What should I do with you now?”

“I think I should leave” the ex-soldier answered quietly, lowering his gaze in shame. Speaking those words hurt more than the wound on his shoulder. “If you decide to get rid of me, your men will find me at my place. I won’t fight back, I promise. If you don’t…Call me when you have got a job for me. I’ll go on doing everything I’ve always done for you, but I swear that you won’t see my face or hear my voice again unless it’s strictly necessary.”

He was about to turn to leave, but Jim’s voice stopped him one more time. “Sebastian Moron, take another step and I will shoot you here and now” it threatened, but the harshness in it was gone. “Where do you think you are going? I’ve already told you that you can’t leave if I don’t give you the permission to do it. You can’t leave, I still need your assistance. I’m sick and it’s your fault. You still have to make it up to me.”

Moran looked at his employer, confused and surprise. He had thought that the man would be happy to have him out of the way, instead there was an almost playful hint in his voice. The consulting criminal got up from his spot and approached him, but when he sought his gaze he noticed that the other’s eyes were now avoiding him.

“Boss?” he inquired, uncertain.

“I’ll tell you more, ‘Bastian. You’d better make up your slow mind and move in here, once and for all. You have been thinking about it for months. I think you should just act on it as you do with all the rest” he claimed, leaving his employee speechless. For the first time he was thankful for the fever that reddened his cheeks. Not that he would blush, of course. His body didn’t know that kind of reaction. Even if he couldn’t deny that he was feeling a bit uncomfortable. He grabbed the taller man’s wrist and his nails painfully dug in the other’s flesh. He was a psychopath unable to feel love or friendship or whatever, and yet the thought of no longer having his lethal shadow by his side made something tremble inside him. It didn’t scare him, but it still didn’t feel right. “I can’t afford you to go around alone. You a potential target that could be used against me, even if not an easy one. I need to keep you close to me, so that I can help you to hide your idiotic sentimentalism. We have appearances to keep up. Moriarty can’t afford weaknesses. Got it?”

Sebastian grinned widely at that, a real smile blossoming on his face. Jim couldn’t help staring at it. He had never seen his sniper smile sincerely. He usually smirked or sneered, and there was always a hint of sarcasm or scorn in his expression. His sharp features seemed softer in that moment. He felt a hand covering his own, fingertips gently brushing his skin.

“I got it, boss” the ex-soldier nodded slowly. He hadn’t missed what his employer wanted to say with his words. “I don’t know how this happened, but I fucking care too. I should have you killed, but instead I want you to stay by my side. Forever and always”. It warmed him up from the inside. He wasn’t expecting the other to say it aloud and he was fine with that. It was as Jim had said, Moriarty couldn’t afford to have weaknesses, as Moran shouldn’t have. He sank his eyes in those dangerously charming dark globes. “And I got you.”

The consulting criminal smirked, a hint of fondness on his face, and realised him wrist. “I’m sure of that, Seb. You are the best when you take charge of something” he simply stated, closing the matter and making up a bit for his previous insults at the same time. “Now, I think you should cook us dinner. It’s already late.”

The sniper nodded and disappeared in the kitchen, while Moriarty sank back in the couch pillows, listening to the sound of dishes and kitchenware being moved. He tapped a finger on his lips, pensively. Maybe he had made a mistake, indulging on his moment of fragility. But it should be nothing irreparable. After all, he had done nothing but sorting out an inconvenient issue that had stayed unsolved for too much time and that his employee had accidentally brought up. It was fated to happen sooner or later. Moran had never put too much effort in concealing the attraction he held for him, both on a physical level and on a mental one. He himself had never been immune to the sniper’s rough charm, especially since he was able to see his sharp mind behind his merciless bloodthirsty killer’s mask. They had started to gravitate around each other every time they had had the chance to, both of them pretending not to notice their common pull. Then one evening, after a particularly exciting job, it had happened. Sebastian was turned on as always after a killing and he was still thrilled as well by the unexpected but fun sides that the episode had provided to him. Their eyes had lingered in each other a moment too much and the next thing he had known was that he was pressed against a wall, hands in his sniper hair, while they were both busy devouring each other’s mouth. It had been the first of the countless night that the taller man had spent in his bed.

And yet, not even the sex had solved their issue. Acting on a purely physical level had gave them the chance to unload the tension, but it was only a matter of time before it would start not to be enough anymore. The Finnish fiasco had been the breaking point of a situation that had been going on for years. He was furious because Moran had been shot. He knew too well that the ex-soldier could have died on that frozen land and he had found himself unable to deal with the overwhelming feeling that the awareness had given him. So he had taken it out on the sniper, who had been madly worried as well because Jim had avoided death by a hair in turn. The whole situation had already happened before, more than once, but they had arrived at their limit. They had to ways to solve the matter, parting forever or acting on it. And, since the first option was unacceptable, they had had no real choice other than playing their little show of yells and threats. Now they were finally done, it was settled once and for all. Moriarty knew that it should have upset him, all that sentiment, but instead it had put him in a better mood. And it was a very welcome surprise.

They dined in silence and for once the consulting criminal didn’t make a fuss over eating his food or shoot his employee some sarcastic comment about his cooking. Actually it was quite good, but there was no way that Jim complimented it, not even under torture. After the meal the dishes were abandoned in the sink, where they would be in the morning waiting for Sebastian to take care of them, and the two moved back in the living room. The sniper had planned to go back to his book, but his boss prevented him from doing it, forcing him to lay down on the couch and then curling up next to him, back against his chest, being careful not to harm the injure shoulder. He didn’t protest, too astonished to say or do anything. In the end he tentatively sneaked an arm around the shorter man’s waist and, seeing that no harm had come from his dare, he relaxed a bit more, his other hand playing with the other’s silky hair. The news was playing on the television but none of them was really paying attention.

“Ah, Seb, by the way. I don’t like to cuddle” Moriarty purred pressing himself closer to him, but his tone seemed to mean the opposite of what he had said. He lifted his arm, fingertips brushing the ex-soldier’s jaw. “So don’t get the wrong idea. This is not going to become a habit.”

Moran smirked. “Of course, Jim. I would never think that” he nodded with a hint of sarcasm. “This is a special occasion.”

The consulting criminal shot him a nasty glare. “You shouldn’t provoke me. You know that the consequences are everything but enjoyable. At least, for the one who suffers them” he warned, but his voice remained quiet. He snorted. “I hate you, ‘Bastian. You unworthy moron.”

The ex-soldier laughed at that. “Always flattering, aren’t you?” he commented, but didn’t felt offended by the insults. On the contrary the fond tone in which they had been pronounced pleased him. “Well, I think that you are a bloody insane bastard”. His fingers ran on his boss side teasingly. “But that’s also why I like you so much after all.”

Moriarty raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to make me sick enough to throw up my dinner, Moran?” he mocked, rolling on his back to be able to face him. “You’d have to clean up, I’m warning you.”

“Flattering and now romantic” the taller man commented sarcastically. “Seriously, boss, you really know how to set the mood!”

“And you seriously should shut up. It’s you and your idiotic mouth who are spoiling the mood, not me, darling.”

“Why don’t you make me?”

A manic grin crept on Jim’s face and he leant forwards, capturing the sniper’s lips with his own, his arms moving around the other’s neck, hugging it almost too tight. They eagerly kissed, immediately deepening the contact, but for the first time it was a real kiss and not a rough battle for dominance made of bites and attempts to literally steal the other’s breath away. Mouths melted together pressing one against the other, firmly but almost affectionately, and tongues danced, spreading heat along their tangled bodies. Moran would have sworn to have heard Moriarty moan in pleasure in the kiss, but didn’t dare to make a comment about it as they parted to catch their breath, also because his attention was captured by the sight of his boss slowly licking his lips.

“You’ll get sick staying this close to me. Are you aware of that, Seb? And what about your wound?” the madman asked smirking as he pecked him on the mouth. “I’m not going to nurse you, forget it.”

“My immune system is stronger than yours, and I can take the pain. I will be fine” he shrugged, titling his head as he ran his tongue at the base of his employer’s neck. “But I appreciate the thought.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I was just stating a fact”. Jim pushed him away and freed himself from his grip. He got up and stretched. “Now you’d better come to bed and fuck me. Maybe I will forgive you for your stupid speech about quitting.”

Sebastian jumped on his feet and immediately followed him, not even trying to hide his eagerness. He should have protested since his boss still had some lines above fever and his shoulder hadn’t still recovered, but it would have been a waste of time. When Moriarty set his mind on something there was no way to talk him out of him. The feeling of a hand sleeping in his own interrupted his thoughts. He shot a glance at the other, who kept his eyes in front of him as nothing was happening, and smiled again. He had better enjoy the evening because for sure Jim wasn’t going to be this affectionate again anytime soon. He gently squeezed the cold pale fingers, in a silent gesture of appreciation as he entered the bedroom.

The consulting criminal smirked in response and pushed him on the bed, throwing himself on the top of him immediately after and capturing his mouth once again. Maybe having a weakness could have his positive sides, Moriarty mused as the sniper’s hand roughly caressed his skin, making him shiver in anticipation. At least in private. He would surely come out with a way to exploit it. After all, taking out the best from every possible situation and making all the pieces fit together was his job. It was just another game, like his usual ones, but with the difference that he would lose everything if he made a mistake. His grin widened in the kiss. Not boring at all.

Hello, folks!

This is my first (published) story about Sherlock fandom. The series i without any doubt my favourite show, and I really wanted to write something about it. And since I'm completely in love with Jim Moriarty, he had to be the focus of my first work in the fandom, especially after what they has shown us last month. Don't worry, this story is spoiler free!

Speaking of that, I think this could be considered pre-series or at least pre-TRF (of course). I've been reading/watching also other books/stories/films related to Sherlock Holmes and I found myself quite caught by Sebastian Moran's character as well (yeah, I'm one of the people who really long to see him in "Sherlock" as well...Or to get that spin-off about him and Jim that had been proposed by some fan on the internet. It would be awesome!).

Since today is V-Day, I thought that it could be nice to publish the story today, also to say "Happy V-Day" to everyone, even if I don't celebrate and even if the fic has nothing to do with it.

Sorry for the rambling (I always get nervous when I'm publishing something!). Please, let me know what you think about it! I don't have a beta, so please, forgive me my errors. English is not my first language!


Warnings: The story contains slash (Moran/Moriarty, Mormor)! Don't like, don't read please!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the show. Everything belong to A. C. Doyle and BBC!

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RT King AU inspired by Mallius on Tumblr
Mad King Ryan blog following this AU:

General stuff:
The Kingdom of Achievement City is ever-changing. The world is not what we would consider a world, rather a plane of dimension. What the Kingdom rules over is uncertain, but mortals cannot enter it. It can be seen as a Heaven, as the Nether is seen as Hell, but the Kingdom isn’t anything close to the peaceful and wonderful idea of Heaven. It is a place of turmoil and hardship, and certainly not for the faint of heart. While you can never truly die there, as you just simply return but with everything of your previous ‘life’ gone, you can still feel pain. It is a land of creation and destruction, and only a selected few can survive there. While the land has their Leaders, there must be a King to rule the Kingdom.

How a King is chosen is different to normal royal systems. Six have been chosen, each worthy and strong in their own way. Some might call them Gods, but they are more like immortal men. There is the Drunkard, Geoff Ramsey, the Tradesman Jack Pattillo, the Vagabond Ryan Haywood, the Warrior Michael Jones, the Knight Ray Narvaez Jr (sometimes referred to as the Knight of Roses), and the Fool Gavin Free. The acting King reigns for so long, usually for several millennia, then when the time comes he must set various tasks to see who is worthy to become the next King. When one completes a task, they are given a golden artifact. Once collecting four of these artifacts, they have proven themselves, and must slay the acting King. Since death is not permanent in the Kingdom, the slain King simply returns to the Kingdom. Whatever the King does in the Kingdom affects whatever it rules over. How it is affected is unsure, but it usually based around if the action is ‘good’ or ‘bad’.

The Chosen:
The first King was Geoff Ramsey. At first glance he appears to be another drunk fool, but he is so much more than that. He witnessed the creation of the Kingdom, and was even given the ability to change it. While the others posses this ability, they do not have the amount of power Geoff has. He is wise and cunning, but his ego often gets the better of him. Though him becoming the first King was of no surprise to anyone, and he ruled fair and just.

The second was Ryan Haywood. At first he appeared normal, but as time went on it was clear he had dark secrets. Strangely though, he only began to act peculiar after a cow wandered into his home. Later he trapped the cow and called it Edgar. He never gave an answer as to why. His sanity declined greatly since then. There have been attempts to free Edgar, but Ryan stated that ‘Edgar is the one in the hole’. He began to capture a variety of other animals, but most got free. Despite his growing madness, his reign was true and good. The others were wary of him, but didn’t see him as an immediate threat. In truth though, the Vagabond was trying to protect them. His home is over a crack of reality, a small sliver between the Kingdom and the bottom of the Nether. A demon seeped through, forming the shape of a cow and calling itself Edgar, but was bound to the crack. Ryan discovered it, learnt it feeds off souls, and to protect the Kingdom and the others he trapped it. He didn’t wish to worry the others, so instead pretended to be mad to hide his secrets. But the demon connected itself to Ryan’s mind, and slowly but surely the man lost his mind.

The third King was Ray Narvaez Jr. Often nicknamed the Knight of Roses, and during his reign the King of Roses, he was the youngest King. He has an unusually strong connection with nature, and a great love of roses and mushrooms, but a hate of cake. He is quick with a sword, but is also known for his magical abilities. He has suggested he studies dark magic, but when asked about it, he outright denies it. While he was a good King, he was also one of the bloodiest. He loves a good battle, especially if he gets to fight. He was also one of the most light-hearted kings, who enjoyed a good party and liked to help where he could. But he’s young, and because of his lack of responsibility and care-free nature, his reign was the shortest.

The fourth King was Michael Jones. The others were wary of him coming to power, as he is known for his sudden outbursts and his curse. Though a great warrior, he is stubborn and proud. He caused a great deal of uproar in the days of old, and so he was cursed. He is part man, part beast. When provoked, or when he chooses (which is rare), he transforms into Mogar, a monster which appears to be a man but has the characteristics of a bear. Mogar is vicious and merciless, and it’s wrath can last for weeks. While Michael has a great deal of control of Mogar, even so far as being able to harness the beast’s power without actually transforming’, he has times where he slips. Though when he chooses to change into Mogar, he has some control over his actions. His reign wasn’t easy as his outbursts caused a great deal of trouble, he was still a good King and tried to do well for the Kingdom. Because of his close friendship with Gavin Free, the Fool became his assistant and was given golden boots. Gavin was nicknamed ‘The Fool who dance on gold’. Later in Michael’s reign, Ryan became his mentor, and was known to do certain tasks for the Vagabond.

The fifth King was Ryan. It was clear by this time, during his second reign, the man’s mind was broken. His madness either caused him to do great deeds, or horrible ones. He still tried to keep it together, and the others hoped he would. But as his reign went on, the demon took more and more of his mind. The others lost hope when the tasks were set. Through the use of a spirit who assisted him with the tasks, Ryan tried to free the demon by sacrificing the spirit to be used as a physical body for the demon. He expected the demon to kill the others, but things didn’t go as planned when Gavin slayed it, forcing it to return to it’s cage. After his reign, he knew he would be punished, so the others sent him to the Nether for a great deal of time, until their hearts got the better of them and brought him back.

The current King is Gavin Free. Though named the Fool for his stupidity and carelessness, he was given the power to change the Kingdom by Geoff, and uses it wisely. While he is a fool, he is also a master of archery and pyromancy, and can be rather cunning and sneaky. For now, Gavin appears to be a noble King, but these are early days and no one is sure what to expect, especially since the reign of the Mad King.

The only one who has not become King is Jack Pattillo. It is a great surprise to the others, as he is skilled in a great deal of things. While his power to change the Kingdom is not great, he is rather skilled in building and creating, and nicknamed the Trader. He is almost a master swordsman, and cunning and intelligent, and knows how to play the game. But he also isn’t afraid to betray his friends, and they know it. But as to when he becomes King, he merely says ‘my time will come when the world is ready.’

Various spirits have been known to appear in the Kingdom from time to time. They either help the Chosen, who cause trouble for them. One spirit had the potential to become one of the Chosen, but instead he betrayed them. Another spirit, who could potentially be a Chosen, is known to be rather close to Michael, even so far as to say she loves him. Unfortunately for one of the spirits, he was used as a pawn during the second reign of the Vagabond

The Ghosts:
Ghosts are different to spirits, as they created by someone or something and don’t have a mind of their own. They are fairly weak and usually quite harmless, and tend to roam the Nether, They usually resemble someone, if that someone has a connection to darkness. So far, only two Ghosts resemble the Chosen (they know very little of the Ghosts and how they come about). The first is ‘Ghost Ray’. Ray practices dark magic from time to time, and eventually his Ghost was created. He appears from time to time, and doesn’t have any interest in the others (he seems not to register they’re even there). The Second is ‘Ghost Ryan’. His came about because of his connection to Edgar. Only he knows of Ghost Ryan. Edgar uses Ghost Ryan to tease and torture Ryan mentally and emotionally, but it takes a great deal of strength to do so, so Ghost Ryan rarely appears.
So yeah I kinda made my own RT King AU
Eventually I'm going to write a fic for it which goes into detail
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"Daddy, why aren't you and Papa married?"

That was a good question, wasn't it? One answer that popped in Tony's mind was that he never though about getting married. But well, he never thought he'd be living with Captain America or that he would adopt a child. A few years ago if someone said that one day there would be a small 6 year-old boy in his garage watching him work, Tony would laugh so hard he'd probably fall into a coma.

"I don't know, Peter."

"Do you want to marry him?"

Tony stopped to think. Did he want to marry Steve? He already woke up next to him every morning, they took Peter to school together, had meals together, cleaned the house together, told bedtime stories to Peter together. A formal marriage wasn't necessary. But 'needing' and 'wanting' were different things, and Peter asked Tony if he wanted to marry Steve.

"You know, I think I do."

"Why don't you ask him?" Of course Peter would ask that, because Peter was a child and when you're a child things are that simple. But then again, when Tony thought about it, it really was that simple.

"Would you like it? If me and Papa got married?" Tony asked going to sit next to his son.

"Yes. Weddings are fun. There's a lot of food." Tony chuckled and ruffled Peter's hair. "And you would be all happy like those couples on movies."

"You could be the ring boy."

"Really?" Peter's eyes lit up as he looked at Tony with a big smile.

"Of course. You think you're up to it?" Tony asked and Peter put on a straight face and nodded. "Alright then. You're hired."

They stayed in the garage for a while longer making all sorts of plans. Peter wants AC/DC to play live at the wedding and Tony high-fives him because he's proud of his son's music taste. He ends up forging the rings out of wasted parts of his suit - Peter's idea.

The three of them have a movie night and watch 'The Road to El Dorado'. They're about 40 minutes into the movie when Peter hits pause because he has to go to the bathroom. Tony has his hand in his jeans' pocket where the rings are and looks over at Steve who is in the other end of the couch shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth. Tony smiles fondly and clenches the rings in his hand.

"We have it good, don't we?" He starts, to get Steve's attention. Tony would gladly pay for a fancy dinner to propose, but he knows Steve wouldn't care about the dinner, so, why wait? "You, me, Peter. We're practically a family."

"Practically? Tony, we are a family." Steve replies turning to Tony with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, but... " And that's when Tony realized he didn't know what to say. "I love you."

"I know..." Steve said, uncertain. "Is there something wrong?"

"No! Why?"

"You're being weird."

"Daddy's trying to ask you marry him, but he's being a chicken." Peter said from behind the couch, both man turning to look at him.

"Hey! I'm not be- I was looking for the right words." - Tony said, looking offended, a rare blush on his cheeks.

"You should have tried 'will you marry me', I think those words would have done it." Steve stated with a smile before leaning in and kissing him.

"That better be a yes, and not a pity kiss." Tony said with a huge smile that Steve returned.
:iconyaoipigglet: : "What about little Peter helping Tony to ask Steve to marry him?"

... In which Peter has more balls than Tony.

I hope you like this, because I had so much fun writing it!

(I didn't proof-read it. If you find any mistakes, please tell me!)

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Rainbow Dash sat patiently in the waiting room. It was almost unbearable waiting for the results of Twilight's test, but she could only hope it would be something good. The smell of in the area was sickly sweet. It mad
"Dash..." Twilight said as she exited the room.

"Twilight..." Dash had a worried expression on her face. She didn't know why, but just seemed to be anxious.
"I've got good news and more good news." Twilight said, smiling brightly. 
"Well, tell me!" Dash said, brightening up a bit.
"Firstly, you've been bugging me forever to get it checked and no, like I told you time and time again, I did not get any diseases from you." Twilight said, rolling her eyes.
"Well, it happens! I just didn't want anything bad to happen to you..."
"Well that's nice of you! While I didn't get any nasty infections from you, you did give me one thing..." Twilight said, smiling to herself.
"Wait, I did? Oh nonononononono..." Dash said, starting to panic.
"Yes Dash... you gave me a pregnancy." Twilight said.
"I, huh? Really? That's the best news ever!" Dash said, her eyes opening up. She gave Twilight a huge hug while a few onlookers gave a few uninterested glances.
"I'm going to be a mom in just a few months time but... there's still one thing." Twilight said, frowning. "We still need to tell our friends about this sometime or another." the ponies walked out the exit of the hospital and made their way onto the main street.
"How are we ever going to explain this!" Dash said as they both made their way out of the hospital.
"Well... I'd hate to tell a white lie but it seems I'm left no option." Twilight said, looking  at the sky for inspiration.
"Well... they DO know I've been spending a lot of time with you, ever since Spike left to take care of things in Canterlot... and you've been experimenting with all that advanced magic stuff..." Dash trailed off. 
"I see where you're getting at..." Twilight said. "We need to keep this undercover for now, nopony can no that you made me pregnant... not yet." Twilight said as the couple entered the library. 
"Yeah, for now, we just need to rest. After all, we do have a party to attend tonight." Dash said. "Come on future mommy, let's get you some rest." Dash said, kissing Twilight on the cheek.
"Twilight? Pregnant? Twi and Dashie dating?" Pinkie Pie said, poking her head out the window of the Sugracube Corner; her hears pricked up. "Oh my, sounds serious..."

"And yer sure bout that?" Applejack spat out the cupcake in her mouth in shocked disbelief. The others gathered around the table exchanged stunned glances.
"I heard Twilight talking about as she passed by the Sugarcube corner! I was bored, waiting by the window while a batch of newly baked cupcakes were cooling off, when I overheard their conversation!" Pinkie said, making grand hoof gestures.
"And you're saying, Rainbow Dash made her pregnant?" Rarity said, wondering how on Earth that could have happened.
"Well, I dunno who else Twilight could have been talking to!" Pinkie said. "Anyway, I did hear Twilight going on about some advanced magic she's been practicing... and well, with Spike gone Dash's been to the library many times to help out. Maybe..."
"Oh, the implications of that are simply... eugh..." Rarity said, putting on a look of disgust. "And Twilight and Rainbow Dash... dating you say? My, my, my..." 
"Well umm... if they feel that it's... right for them I um, guess we shouldn't judge them if they want each other in that way." Fluttershy said in a low, almost mumbling tone. 
"Yeah! I think it's great!" Pinkie said enthusiastically. 
"Well they got alot of explainin' to do..." Applejack said defiantly. "I don't like the idea of all this filly fooling one bit." not long after the words had left Applejack's mouth, a few quick raps on the door signaled the arrival of the two.
"Hay guys, sorry we're late! Had to finish off some last minute things, you know, helping Twilight at the library since Spike is gone." Dash said, smiling. 
"Yeah, it's been hectic there! I'm glad to have somepony to help out."
"Haiii Twilight! I heard you're pregnant!" Pinkie blurted out energetically, as she did with most things.
"What..." Twilight's eyes shot open as she looked at Dash. The look on her face was the same pokerface that Twilight had.
"Oh my gosh Twilight, I'm so happy for you and Rainbow Dash and everything, I heard you were dating! Oh, how did Dash get you pregnant, was it magic? Did I mention how excited I am? Because I'm totally super duper excited and I'm so, so, so happy..." Pinkie carried on at 100 miles per hour as the two stood there in the middle of the gaze of Applejack, Rarity and Fluttershy...
A continuation of the fanon started in my fic 'Lucky'. No clop this time, just pure shipping and drama! Enjoy this little first part while I work on Battlefield 3 Equestria.

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Part 2

"Are you feeling better, Twilight Sparkle?" the Princess of the night asked.

"A little bit, Princess, thank you," Twilight allowed, taking a long sip from her glass of water before softly setting it back on the table.

At a glance, it appeared little had changed in the appearance of the group in the twenty minutes since Princess Luna had finished relating Twilight's mishap from the night before.  However, closer inspection would reveal an empty plate that once held a sandwich in front of Big Macintosh and bowls of salad ranging from partially eaten to just a few leaves remaining at Fluttershy, Rarity, and Luna's places.  As for the others, they had opted for refills for their glasses of water, except for Pinkie, whose face remained submerged in her bowl.  Twilight was convinced that the pink pony was somehow breathing through her ears.

"So who wants to go next and tell us their side of what happened last night?" Twilight asked.

"Ladies first," Macintosh said quickly; a little too quickly it seemed to Applejack.  She subtly narrowed her eyes at him, a gaze which he avoided.

Rarity dabbed a napkin to her lips.  "Very well, then.  I shall do my best to recount last night's events with myself, Rainbow, and Pinkie Pie."

"Oh joy," the pegasus groused.

"Now, now, Rainbow dear, you will be relieved to know that your experience last night was not as, ah…colorful as Twilight's."

Said unicorn grumbled.

"Now then, where do I begin?  Hmm…I was carrying Rainbow back to her home with Pinkie Pie, however I forgot one eensy-teensy little detail…"

Rarity gazed up at Rainbow Dash's cloud house, floating a good thirty feet above the ground.

"Ah, yes…I can't fly, can I?"  She sighed morosely, "Oh how I miss those marvelous wings."

Pinkie Pie stumbled to a stop alongside Rarity, her eyes bleary as she blinked hard to clear them.

"How come w-we…"  She yawned hugely.  "How come we've stopped?"

Rarity nodded upward.  "Well, we
were going to drop Rainbow off at her house."

Pinkie looked up at the house through half-lidded eyes.  "I don't think you can reach that high."

"I know that, dear," she said with a roll of her eyes, "I would need quite the boost to get up there."

Pinkie pursed her lips in hard thought for a moment before speaking again with a supportive smile, "You are a good person and ponies say nice things about you."

"I didn't mean a morale boost, Pinkie, I meant a physical one."

"Oh."  The pink pony glanced back up at the house.  "I don't think I'm tall enough either."

Rarity shook her head in amusement.  "Pinkie, dear, I do believe that the alcohol is not allowing you to think straight."

"Thinking straight is boring; thinking sideways is much more fun!"  Pinkie smiled widely before once again yawning.  "But I do get sleepy when I drink and it makes me go through phases.  Like in the first phase I'm tired, but in the second phase I'm tired
and forgetful, third phase I'm back to being just tired…and I think the fourth phase is sleep, but I haven't figured that out yet.  I always wake up before I can."

Rarity nodded, more out of habit than actual understanding, and returned her gaze to Dash's house.  

"Well, if we can't get her up there, then I suppose we'll have to find another place for her to stay for the night."

"Ooo!  She can stay at my place!  I've got enough space in my room for her and I know the Cakes won't mind!"

Rarity cast Pinkie a thoughtful look.  "Hmm…Well, with Sweetie Belle staying with me this week, I don't have a spare bedroom for Rainbow to use anyway.  Thank you, Pinkie Pie, that is most kind of you."

Pinkie tilted her head in confusion.  "What is?"

"Letting Rainbow stay with you, of course."

She gasped excitedly, "Rainbow's staying with me?!  That's super fantabulous…whatever's going on."

Rarity stared at her flatly.  "This is your 'Phase Two', isn't it?"

"Yup!  This is whatever it is that you just said."

"And you're going to be like this for how long?"

"Be like what?"

"Be in Phase Two."

"Who's in Phase Two?"

"You are and it's affecting your memory."

"What's affecting my memory?"

Rarity's patience was steadily wearing thin and she regretted not having one more drink.  "I can see we're not going to get anywhere fast this way."

Pinkie giggled, "We can't get anywhere fast when we're standing still oh wow we're at Rainbow's house!"

A frustrated sigh escaped the unicorn as she rubbed her temples to stave off a headache.  "Let's just get you two to Sugar Cube Corner, shall we?"

"Okie dokie lokie!"  

Pinkie bounced away in the direction of the confectionary shop and Rarity followed close behind, a very much unconscious Rainbow Dash in her gentle telekinetic grip.  Pinkie suddenly stopped and turned around, a cheerful smile on her face.

"Hi, Rarity!  When did you get here?"

"…Celestia, give me strength."

"Ok, I was wondering why you guys took me to Pinkie's place," Dash commented, her eyes now mostly open but quite bloodshot.  "That was a huge shock to me this morning when-"

"Rainbow, don't interrupt," Rarity chided, "You'll ruin the narrative timeline."

Pinkie's head suddenly jolted up out of the bowl, catching everyone's attention.

"'Timeline'?  Time doesn't travel in lines, it travels in circles and that's why clocks are round."

She smiled in self-satisfaction for a moment before face-planting into the bowl once again, splashing the table with water.  

"Anyway," Rarity said after an awkward moment of silence, "To continue…"

"Hi there, Ditzy!"

"That's your mail box, darling," Rarity said wearily as they finally made to the Sugar Cube Corner.  

The trek from Dash's house to the sweets shop seemed like an eternity for Rarity since Pinkie kept stopping every thirty seconds to either say hi or ask where they were supposed to be going.  The occasional stop for a conversation with the random lamp post or bush hadn't helped either.  It was a great relief to know that as soon as she deposited Dash and Pinkie she could go home and get some much needed sleep.  She was further relieved when Pinkie pull out her key without any prompting.

"Phase Three, Pinkie?" she asked hopefully.

The earth pony responded with a yawn.  "Is it?  Guess I forgot Phase Two.  We better get inside before Phase Four starts."

They made their way inside and headed up the stairs to Pinkie's bedroom.  As they neared the top of the stairs, Rarity felt a cold chill run down her spine.  She stopped, Dash floating next to her as she scanned the darkness.  They hadn't turned on any lights for fear of waking Mister and Missus Cake or the twins and the ambient moonlight through the windows allowed them to see well enough to not worry about tripping over anything.  Darkness could still play its tricks, however: shadows seemed to move and waver and everyday objects took on an ethereal appearance.  She swore she saw a figure move out the corner of her eye.  

Rarity knew there was nothing to worry about, it was just shadows and tricks of the light.  There certainly wasn't hideous, glowing-eyed monster hiding around the corner waiting to gobble them up.  Nope, nothing at all.  …Still, a little extra light never hurt anything.  A soft glow emanated from the tip of her horn, casting just enough light for her to make out objects clearly.  She peered around the corner at the top of the stairs…a pair of glowing eyes stared back.  Her throat constricted, choking off a scream.  She froze in terror, the glowing eyes never leaving hers.

"Gummi!" Pinkie bounced past Rarity and picked up the apparition in a hug.  "He came out to meet us!  Isn't that sweet?"

It took a moment, but the unicorn finally recognized the tamed reptilian in the dim light.  She leaned against the corner, heaving a sigh of relief.

Thump! Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-THUNK!

Rarity winced; she had relaxed a little too much.  Turning to look, she saw Dash's crumpled form resting against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, still unconscious.

"Sorry, Rainbow."

The trio plus Gummi managed to avoid anymore mishaps over the next few minutes as they finally made it to Pinkie's bedroom.  With the aid of proper lighting, Pinkie and Gummi climbed into their respective beds while Rarity lifted Dash onto the couch.  A few blanket tucks and pillow fluffs later, the pegasus was sleeping comfortably.  She trotted over to Pinkie's bed to bid her good night.

"How are you, Pinkie?  Do you need anything?"

"Nopie lopie!" she yawned.  "I've got everything I need.  Thanks for helping me get home."

"It was…minimally difficult, dear, think nothing of it," Rarity said with a smile.

"I just wish I knew how to confirm Phase Four."  She frowned.  "I can't seem to find a way to figure out whether or not Phase Four is really-"

Out like a light.

Rarity chuckled softly headed out of the room, pausing by the door.

"Sweet dreams, Rainbow and Pinkie."

She turned off the light and shut the door, quietly making her way downstairs.  She made sure the door to the shop locked behind her as she left and she finally headed to her own home, smiling in satisfaction at a job well done at getting her charges home safe and (relatively) sound.

"What is it with all the abuse towards me?"  Dash asked nopony in particular.  "Rarity dropped me down the stairs and before that Macintosh shoved me out of my chair!"

"I didn't shove you," the stallion responded indignantly.  "I nudged you."

"And don't even get me started on what happened this morning," she groused.

Silence reigned at the table.  It took her a moment to notice all the expectant stares and smiles directed at her.  She sighed in annoyance.

"And now you guys want me to tell you what happened this morning, don't you?"

"If you did not wish to tell us, then you should not have made mention of it," Luna said, herself wearing the biggest smile at the table.

'She's enjoying this way more than she should,' Dash thought.  "Fine…"

The morning sun lit up Pinkie's bedroom, bathing its contents in a soft, warm glow.  As the ambient light in the room increased, a blanket-covered lump on the couch began to stir.  Dash stretched in an attempt to wake her sleepy muscles, which resulted in a pained groan and ended in her smacking her lips out of habit.  She blanched.

"Bleh…gives a whole new meaning to 'cottonmouth'."

Try as she may to open her eyes, her brain would rebel and clench them shut to keep out the invasive sunlight.  Finally, after a concerted effort, she managed to crack them open.  Everything was fuzzy as she looked around the room to figure out where she was.  A pink blob entered her field of vision and she was forced to squint and lean forward to see it clearly.

"Is that…Pinkie?  Hey, Pinks, uh, I guess that means I slept at your place last night.  Thanks."


Her eyes snapped open at the strange groan.  Pinkie stood before her, mouth agape, eyes vacant and glazed, and a hoof slowly reaching out for her.  


It was then that Dash saw the green mass attached to the side of her friend's head.  Due to her extensive knowledge of sci-fi and horror movies, she recognized the creature immediately.


She tried to get away, but in her hazy mental state, she got tangled in the blanket and fell off the side of the couch, her head hitting the floor, followed by the rest of her, with a resounding thump.  She groaned, her headache - now exacerbated by the light, excitement, and introduction to the floor – was threatening to split her head wide open.  Her eyes opened a crack once again to behold Pinkie standing over her.

"Moorrning Daaashiieee…" she croaked.

The "brain slug" dropped off her head to the floor next to Dash's head.  It regarded her with the same vacant stare as it always did.  There was only one thing Dash could think to say.

"I hate you so much, reptile."

"So yeah, that was my morning," Dash finished.  "Oh, and I threw up for, like, an hour after that before we came over here."

"Aw, I'm sure Gummi didn't mean to scare you, Dashie," Pinkie said, finally finished with her bowl of water.  "He was actually massaging my head because I had a headache and he's really good at getting rid of them.  I wasn't thinking too good when I woke up, either, so that's probably why I sounded like a zombie – not that I'd actually turn into a zombie.  Nope!  Not at all."  Her eyes shifted side to side, avoiding contact with the others.

Luna was too busy giggling to notice as she wrote down the narratives.  The others, both too tired and already used to her strange antics, paid it no mind.

"Wow, RD, no wonder ya said you felt like you were bein' abused," Applejack intoned.

"And I have the bruises to prove it, too!"

The farm pony chuckled and cast a warning glare towards her brother.  "I got treated nice and gentle-like last night…right?"

Macintosh could only grin sheepishly under her glare.
The intoxicated misadventures of our favorite ponies continue as Rarity relates her night's experience with Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie.

Part 1: [link]
Part 3: [link]

This is shorter than Part 1 and I apologize for taking so long in continuing this, but Real Life has been a bit hectic.

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and its characters are owned by Lauren Faust and Hasbro.
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Pillow Thoughts II

Chapter 1
Are you a spy?

The sun shined through the window, filling the little chamber with warm, playful colors. A distant bird was chirping happily, announcing the beginning of spring as the wind kindly caressed the tiny new-born leaves that were decorating the old apple trees.


The blue pegasus lazily opened her eyes, slowly looking around the room. The wooden walls reflected the orange light of the sunrise, as if they were quietly chanting to the rhythm of the clouds, slowly waking up along with the entire farm. A table with a small mirror was resting in a corner, along with a chair and a simple red chest. Rainbow looked at the white, transparent curtains that were swinging slowly, embracing the gentle breeze, as her gaze fell upon the orange pony that was lying next to her, still asleep.

She's so beautiful...

Rainbow let out a small sigh as she looked at her marefriend. It felt so good to finally be able to admit all these thoughts and to freely allow herself to think and explore her own feelings.

She had been working on the farm all winter, helping out with the usual chores to the delight (and surprise) of the Apple Family. The weather was bad for exercises anyway and she would've rather spend time with Applejack as much as she could. At first, it wasn't so difficult to hide their relationship. They did discuss it over and over, if they should reveal it to the Apple Family or not, but ultimately decided that it was best to keep it to themselves. For now.

Both ponies worked hard to keep the farm in shape during the harsh season, each cold day being endured with thoughts of warm embraces at night. Thus, the winter days passed, with Rainbow exiting her room every night, tip-hoof-ing towards Applejack's chamber and spending the night with her. Then, each morning, before the family members woke up, she would've had to go back to her own room and wait to be called down for breakfast. Nopony suspected anything.

Most of the times, Applejack would wake her up. She felt so happy knowing that her own simple presence there was fulfilling the orange pony's dream of waking up to somepony she loved. This morning, however, she was the one enjoying the benefits of watching her marefriend sleep peacefully. They both worked hard the day before and needed their rest.

Gosh, I love how she looks with her hair untied...

She giggled to herself as she remembered how long it took to reach this point. Not to mention how Applejack reacted back then. It didn't seem so long ago and it really wasn't... but, at the same time, it felt like an entire era had been left behind. She placed a foreleg on the earth pony's waist and snuggled in close to her. The faint smell of apples was now so familiar to the pegasus. She could hear Applejack's heartbeat as the orange mare was breathing calmly, her dreams not roaming far away from home.

Rainbow was happy and she just wished that she was making Applejack happy too. She wasn't as good as her marefriend when it came to hard work, but she did her best every time. Besides, after all they've been through, one would think that—

"What are you guys doing?", asked Applebloom as she, apparently, entered the room unnoticed.


Rainbow jumped on the bed, covering herself with the blanket (as if that would help the situation).

"Uh, nothing! We're doing nothing! Nothing at all!", she quickly responded.

"Uhhh, why are you in mah sister's bed?", continued the filly, tilting her head to the right, a gesture that could be found at most Apple Family members.

"I, ummm, I uh...", started Rainbow, while nudging Applejack.

The orange pony woke up and lifted her head off the pillow: "Huh? Wha? What's the matter?"

"Hey, AJ, morning! Heh, funny thing happened, Applebloom wants to know what I'm doing in your bed! Haha, funny, huh?", the pegasus replied, waving her hooves around.

"Ah dunno... tell her...whatever, just....", Applejack yawned and continued, turning to one side, with her back at Rainbow: "Just don't tell her we're bucking or something... ya know..."

Rainbow's face fell with a loud THUD.

The little filly frowned a bit, trying to understand what was going on.

"Applejack... she is right here, in the room, with us!", the pegasus said, through her teeth, faking a fake smile (if that is possible, under stressful conditions).

"Trees!!", yelled Applejack, lifting her upper part of the body at ninety degrees. "Bucking trees! Yeah, you can't buck trees in the bed! Cause, ya know... bed's fer sleepin'! Nothin' else!"

Thank Celestia, she finally got it!, thought Rainbow as both ponies turned towards Applebloom.

"Ooookay... but what are y'all doing then?", asked the filly.

"Nothing! I, uh... I fell!", said Rainbow, trying desperately to come up with an explanation. "I just came here, in this room, this morning and wanted to wake up AJ... when I tripped, on the floor... and fell in the bed!"

To their surprise and half-relief, the young filly started laughing: "Haha, you're funny Rainbow! Nopony is that stupid!"

"Hey! 'tis true!", said Applejack, frowning. "That's how I landed in Rainbow's bed at her place last time I visited!"

"AJ, you're... not... helping!", replied the pegasus through her teeth again, then turned towards Applebloom. "Heh, of course we're kidding... truth is, AJ and I just had some fun last night—"

She paused, thinking that was the worst choice of words possible... but continued nontheless, hoping that the young filly's mind would see and understand the "innocent" version of the story.

"—uh, sharing stories and such! Yup! We talked and talked until we felt sleepy and I don't even remember when I fell asleep. Haha! Imagine my surprise now!", she concluded, looking at the orange pony for support.

"Uh, yeah... what she said!", replied Applejack, promptly.

Applebloom smiled happily: "Awesome! I can't wait to be old enough to have my own slumber parties!"

"You already had slumber parties!", replied the earth pony.

"Oh, that wasn't a slumber party. The Cutie Mark Crusaders worked all night long to find their cutie marks", she paused, remembering why she was there in the first place. "Oh yeah, breakfast's ready! Hurry up or we'll eat all the grilled cheese!" And with that, the filly ran down the stairs, towards the kitchen.

Both ponies let out a loud sigh as they dived back into the pillows.

"That... was freaky", said Rainbow after a while.

"Ah'm sorry ah overslept. Should've woken you in time"

"Nah, it's alright, no harm done. Besides, I did wake up early, sort of... I just thought I had more time to... watch you sleep"

Applejack turned on her side, towards her pegasus.

"You're so beautiful, AJ", said Rainbow, softly.

The orange pony blushed and caressed her marefriend's hair: "Thanks, sugarcube... but not as beautiful as you"

With the ears pricked and ready to catch any sounds (like hooves coming up the stairs and invading their privacy), they shared a quick kiss. "We'll just be more careful next time", said Rainbow as she got out of bed and headed towards the door.

She then quickly turned towards Applejack and asked, alarmed: "You don't think Applebloom will tell anypony, do you?!"


"And then you know what Ah saw?", said the filly, continuing her story as she chewed on another piece of grilled cheese. She didn't have time to swallow the bite as Rainbow was already hovering above the table, talking loud and waving her hooves around, as if she was trying to direct traffic.

"Hey, Big Mac, good morning, wonderful morning isn't it? I love mornings! So, what's for dinner? I mean, breakfast, you! I love food too! Let's talk about food!", she blurted out and quietly took a seat at the table once she was satisfied with her interruption.

Big Mac raised an eyebrow... and that was his only contribution to the discussion. He then returned his gaze to the plate in front of him and continued eating. It wasn't that he didn't listen... he just replied only if he had something relevant to say. As the case was, the plate needed much more attention than the actual table conversation.

Granny Smith was outside, sweeping the porch, not really paying attention to anything else, humming a little song of her own.

Applejack grabbed a chair and sat near Rainbow, with an expression-less face: "Y'all sounded like Pinkie Pie for a second. Which reminds me, I invited the girls over today. We don't have much to do on the farm so Ah figured we could all use some time well spent together"

Rainbow swallowed a bite of grilled cheese and cringed.

"Rarity... too?"

"Rarity too", sighed AJ as she poured herself some apple-cider.

Rarity was their only friend, besides Twilight, who knew about them. Ever since that night when she found out about their relationship, Rarity started surprising them with certain... unexpected presents. From matching tiaras to matching bracelets, from matching galoshes to not-so-matching-unless-you-look-at-them-from-a-certain-angle earrings, all hoofmade from various semi-cheap materials... these presents were a real pain for the couple, especially since they had no use for all this "frou-frou" stuff, but didn't want to hurt Rarity's feelings either. At the same time, they had to be discreet about their relationship, so they asked Twilight to keep all those things at her place, at least for now. The last thing they needed was for Applebloom to find matching lingerie in her sister's bedroom.

And, yes, they received three pairs of... that.

It was understandable, in a way. One of Rarity's dreams was to work her hoof on couple-oriented designs and it just didn't feel right if she didn't work on an actual couple. She understood the entire "be discreet" thing, but how could one support that when the latest design always looked so—

"Gorgeous!", the white unicorn shouted as she just tied the two cape-like-thingies to the necks of Rainbow and Applejack.

It was around 1 PM and their friends entered the main gate. Before anypony could say anything, Rarity was already checking various angles.

"Um, what exactly are these?", asked the orange pony.

"I'm not exactly sure", replied Rarity, as she hovered some weird sparkly thingies in the air. "I'm experimenting"

"Could we do this later? We really just wanna hang out with you guys", intervened Rainbow as she took off her cape. "We just wanna relax and have some fun. Besides...", she continued, approaching the white unicorn and whispering into her ear: "...we shouldn't do this in front of Pinkie and Fluttershy. We haven't told them yet, remember?"

Rarity nodded and smiled. Even so, Rainbow could've sworn that she was just thinking of another dress or... "experiment". The group slowly started walking around the farm and towards the apple trees. The sun was shining and it was a truly beautiful day, perfect for taking long walks or simply relaxing on a bench somewhere and reading. Applejack pointed towards her trees, proudly.

"Yessir, this new batch will be full o' apples in no time!", she said, smiling and trying to ignore the fact that Pinkie was tying balloons to the branches.

"Pinkie, what are you doing?", asked the blue pegasus, being slightly less patient than her marefriend.

"Balloons make anypony happy, so I'm making the trees happy so they give us big juicy yummy apples! A happy tree is a... happy tree!", she replied in her usual cheerful voice. "Besides, they're so bare right now... balloons make them look prettier!"

As the ponies giggled their way through the trees, both Rainbow and Applejack were thinking the same thing. They felt that the situation has changed slightly since they admitted their feelings to each other. The gang was no longer... the gang. Sure, they spent time together, they had fun, nothing changed in the dynamics of the group itself. Stll, the way the couple saw the group was now a bit different. It was no longer "Me and my friends"... it became "Us and our friends".

The mares didn't feel like they were being treated differently. Well, except for the whole "Rarity-is-experimenting-again" part. Still, there was something different about the situation. They wanted to stick together, to go to various places together... if one of them was called for something (for example, when Fluttershy asked Rainbow to help her clear out the sky above her hibernating animals' homes, on a bad snowy day) the other wanted to go too (despite the fact that Applejack can't fly)... and that was a new feeling for both of them.

They felt a certain... need to be around each other, along with a hint of possessiveness towards one another. They talked about it, they shared their feelings directly, with honesty, and figured out that things will balance themselves out in time. After all, they spent just two or three months together. They felt more and more comfortable discussing things that were related to their relationship and, overall, they were both doing quite well, despite all the new ways of seeing things. At least, they thought they were doing well.

Twilight was always there with a good advice or opinion.

"Every couple is different", she told them, whenever they stopped by her treehouse (and there was nopony around). "You just have to figure out, together, what works and what doesn't work for you two"

She also offered them, as usual, a few books on the subject. But where's the fun if you don't experiment yourself? "Besides", she told them, smiling, "you're doing great". Even if it was just a small, polite, reassuring thought... it was really helpful for the couple, since this was all a new territory for them.

Regarding Pinkie and Fluttershy, they both agreed that it was best to postpone the "news". Fluttershy was very sensitive and they needed to figure out if something like that would've bothered her or not. As for Pinkie, well, they just didn't want the entire population of Ponyville to find out if she "accidentally" threw a party in their honor and invited half the town. They will tell her... eventually.

The mane six spent their day together, laughing, enjoying themselves and getting up to date with everypony's lives. Nothing interesting really happened lately, but it was always fun to talk about silly little insignificant things with friends. As the sun was slowly setting, they waved goodbye to the group and started walking towards the farm.

"Hey, AJ?"

"Yeah, sugarcube?", replied the earth pony as night crickets started their tiny symphony around them.

Far away, small groups of fireflies began their nightly routines, as if responding to the sight of the first evening stars that were lighting up the horizon.

"I feel kind of bad that we still need to hide from Fluttershy and Pinkie. And from your family. And from Ponyville. I know we've talked about this... but I'm starting to feel a bit like a spy or something, you know? It's like I infiltrated your house."

"Ah know how you're feeling right now, but all Ah can tell you is that mah family welcomed you with open arms. They can easily pick a good apple from a bad one and, to be honest, ah never saw them being so welcoming to somepony from outside the family. It's almost as if they see you as part of us... and that's no small thing, Rainbow", replied Applejack.

"I know and I'm grateful for that... but it still feels like I'm lying to them... and that you have to lie too because of me."

"Hey, we ain't lying... we're just postponing the truth until they're ready to hear it. It's the right thing to do. Honesty and Loyalty are at their best when they're used to protect the ones you love... As for Pinkie and Fluttershy, Ah'm sure they'll be even more understanding than mah family. We just need time, Rainbow... we'll figure this out. We won't be hidin' forever"

The pegasus smiled at her marefriend. She changed so much, for the better, since they started talking about all their doubts and fears. They both have changed.

Celestia should make a seventh Element of Harmony... Communication.

As they approached the kitchen entrance, they resisted the need to share a kiss, holding it for later.


The family already set up dinner. Things were calm at the farm, so the dinner was calm as well. Nopony really said anything and they all enjoyed their meals and each-other's company.

"Ah think I'm gonna hit the hay", said Applejack, patting Rainbow on her back. "G'night, Rainbow. G'night, everypony"

Everypony wished her "sweet apple dreams" and soon, one by one, they all went to their rooms, except for Granny Smith and Rainbow, who was just finishing up her cup of hot chocolate, as she usually drank every night.

Granny smith cleaned up the last plate from the dinner table and then, with a soft sigh, she turned towards the pegasus.

"Ah'm mighty glad, Rainbow dear, that you are helpin' us with the work around here. Applejack sure is lucky to have a friend like you!", the old mare said, looking directly into the pegasus' eyes.

"Eh... heh... I know, Granny Smith. You already told me that several times", she replied, politely.

"And Ah'm gonna tell you that for as many times as it's necessary. This ain't no easy thing to find... friendship like that. Even so... there is something that I'd like to talk to you about"

Rainbow pricked up her ears. Granny Smith usually told them stories about her youth and funny tales that she heard from other ponies... but she never "talked" about ..."something".

The old mare grabbed a chair and sit down at the table, calmly, while looking straight into the pegasus' eyes. It almost seemed like she didn't blink at all, just to make sure she gets her point across. Granny Smith leaned over the table, placing both her front hooves firmly on top.

Rainbow already forgot about the hot chocolate she was drinking and started wondering if she did something wrong or broke any plates lately. She knew that sometimes she was clumsy but, as far as she remembered, everything was fine. No accidents, no clumsiness lately. Nothing.

Granny Smith squinted her eyes a bit and her smile faded away.

"I heard y'all been sleepin' around with mah grand-daughter"

-End of chapter 1-
I was getting ready to go to bed... then all of a sudden it's 7:18 AM and I have in front of me this chapter.

...what the HAY am I doing?!

Well, as you probably figured it out, this is the sequel to "Pillow Thoughts" (AppleDash), which you can find here:

I suggest you read that one before you read this one, otherwise, you won't really understand much of it : )

I honestly have no idea what's going to happen in this sequel. o.O This is all your fault, fans. You wanted this.
Let's explore it together, shall we?

Link to Pillow Thoughts 2 - Ch.2 [link]


A huge thanks to Flutterbrony for proofreading "Pillow Thoughts" and for offering to proofread this one too.
Applejack vector by ~Terton-the-Shinigami
Rainbow Dash vector by *Takua770
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Chapter 17: Realization

"Which one is it Sugarcube?" inquired Applejack looking through the window of the hospital's nursery.

Flim, who stood surround by the five mares, opened his mouth to reply but was instead cut short.

"Oh! Oh! I love guessing games!" Pinkie Pie chirped, her blue eyes scanning the room. "It is that little filly?" A small white unicorn filly stretched and yawned in her crib, red hair peaking out from beneath the blanket pink blanket.

"No," answered Flim grinning like a fool.

"Oh, well it is that one then?" Pinkie enthused, pointing out a blue unicorn colt with a white and blue mane.

"No," Flim said again.

"Okay, I got it for sure this time!" she said and looked thoughtfully at the foals before her.

After a minute of this Rainbow snapped, "Oh Flim would you just tell us already?!"

"Well only because you asked so nicely," he replied, going into the nursery and picking up one of the sleeping bundles. He walked back toward the eagerly awaiting group, the foal nestled safely in the crook of his foreleg. Using his magic he pulled back the edge of the blue blanket so the could get a better look. "This is my son Energy Spark," said Flim, the proud smile never leaving his face.

The ponies crowded around to get a look at the tan colored colt. His purple mane fell towards the right side of his face, a streak of pink and white curled at his neck. His eyes blinked open to reveal a radiant blue.

Cooing and declarations of awe came from the surrounding mares. :He was my next guess," Pinkie Pie commented brightly.

"Hah!" exclaimed Rainbow Dash. "I knew it would be a boy! That's ten bits AJ."

"You were betting on whether he'd be a boy or a girl?" asked Fluttershy. "That doesn't seem very nice."

Flim laughed. "It's okay Fluttershy, really. If I'd have known you two were betting then I'd have joined in; would've lost though since I was convinced it would be a filly."

"I must say I am quite surprised he is an earth pony, and not a unicorn like his parents," said Rarity.

He's not an earth pony," said Flim. "He's a Pegasus.:

"Really," asked Rarity at the same time as Rainbow Dash exclaimed, "Awesome!"

"Now where'd he get that from?" asked Applejack.

"Flim shrugged. "My mother is a Pegasus and my father is a unicorn." Turning he asked, "Rainbow were you able to get that message to Flam?"

"I gave it to Ditzy; I didn't want to miss anything." Realizing her possible mistake she quickly added, "She's gotten much better at direction since the last Winter Wrap Up. I'm sure he'll be here soon."

Flim shook his head and sighed. "You guys should probably go see Twilight, I'm sure she'd like that. Fluttershy why don't you take Spark with? I don't think Twilight has really got to be with him that much yet."

Fluttershy nodded, "Of course. We'll see you later Flim."

As the mares headed towards Twilight's room Flim smiled to himself. Everything seemed to be going perfect.


"Spark!" Twilight cried with a smile as Fluttershy and her friends entered the room.

"Flim thought you might like to see him," said Applejack, while Fluttershy gave the colt to Twilight.

Twilight beamed at her friends, "Isn't he jus amazing? I never though I could be this happy!"

"Of course he is! He's a Pegasus," said Rainbow Dash. "You'll let me teach him how to fly right?"

"Of course, once he's older that is," replied Twilight.

"And I'll help too, flying can be scary," added Fluttershy.

"Can we give her the present now? Can we? Can we?" asked Pinkie Pie.

"Present?" asked Twilight.

"Pinkie thought it would be a good idea for the foal to have a present on his birthday," Applejack said smiling. "We all had a hoof in designing it but it was Rarity who put all the pieces together."

"I do hope you like it," said Rarity levitating the package to Twilight's bedside.

"I'm sure we'll love it," she said as she unwrapped it with her magic and held it up for everyone in the room to see.

Hanging in the air was a soft, pale green blanket, patterned with images of a sliced apple and purple sparkles.

"My favorite thing from when I was little was a blanket," commented Rarity.

"We didn't know if it would be a girl or a boy so we decided that green would be the best color," said Fluttershy.

"And I thought it should have your cutie mark, and then AJ said that it should have Flim's on it as well," added Pinkie Pie, Applejack nodding in agreement.

"And I got the cloud fluff that it's made out of. Nothing is softer," boasted Rainbow Dash.

"Oh guys," choked Twilight. "It's beautiful." Looking down at Energy Spark she asked, "What do you think?"

Smiling the tiny foal reached out to grab at the corner of the blanket. It hooked around his hoof and fell into his grasp. "He likes it too," whispered Twilight crying happy tears.


Flim walked outside enjoying the last rays of sunlight. His cheeks had begun to ache, his mouth proudly displaying a smile which showed no sign of fading. All said and done it had been a wonderful day, the most amazing day of his life. Pictures of his son kept flashing in his mind. He reminded him so much like Twilight. So beautiful. So perfect.

"Found him," a voice called from the sky. Flim's green eyes glanced to the sky where he spotted Ditzy, and then his eyes fell back to ground level, where he spotted Flam in the distance.

"Flam!" he called grinning, and starting to trot towards his brother.

"Flim," the stallion called back picking up the pace. "What's wrong? What happened? Is everything okay?"

"No," said Flim pulling up short. "There's nothing wrong. Everything is great! Everything is fantastic!"

"Then why am I here?" Flam inquired

"Twilight had the foal! You've got to come see him! Flam, he is so wonderful!"

Flam grimaced. "Flim I was in the middle of something very important! I am through caring about your mistakes; I want no part in them. You ruined your life when you got that mare pregnant, now I'm holding up our business on my own while you sit on your rump failing at life."

Flim's eyes shot open with shock. "Wh-what's wrong with you Flam?"

"There is nothing wrong with me. I'm speaking the truth of the situation and you are choosing to be ignorant of it."

Anger roiled inside Flim, exploding rapidly. "No," he growled through gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes at his brother. "This mistake is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I could never be happier than I am with my son, with Twilight, with my friends. I'm not sitting on my rump; I'm being a part of life! A part of my family!"

Flam stepped back surprised by his brother's sudden rage.

"I am not the one making the mistake brother. It is you who is making the mistake. You are making a mistake by staying out of your nephew's life!" Flam stopped for a moment then began again fumbling over his words in despair, "How will he grow up without his Uncle Flam?" Flim stomped his hoof in frustration. There was nothing more he could say, nothing more that he could think of to change his brother's mind. If this didn't work, well if this didn't work his relationship with Flam would be over.

Flam stood looked at his hooves, then raised his head and cleared his throat. "Flim," he started then cleared his throat again. "Flim, I- Flim you are right. I was being foolish. And you've grown much wiser since the last time I saw you." Flam offered up a smile and continued, "Besides who would teach this little colt to behave properly if I wasn't around?"

A smile found Flim's face once more as he stepped forward and wrapped his brother in a hug.


Flim walked into the hospital room where Twilight and Energy Spark slept. The sun had set and everypony had just headed for home, allowing the new parents to rest. Energy Spark lay asleep in his crib next to Twilight's bed.
Flim's heart swelled with joy as he looked at the two sleeping ponies. A realization came to him with a jolt of surprise. This is where he belonged. He loved Twilight. The emotion that had tore at him eleven months ago, the emotion that brought him to Twilight and kept him there. The emotion that he had could never understand became clear in that moment. It was love. He loved Twilight.

Gently he pulled the blanket up around Twilight's shoulders and he placed a delicate kiss on her forehead. A small smile appeared on her lips as she rolled over and into a deeper sleep. Flim found a seat on the couch next to Spark's crib and watched his family, together at last.

The End
Alright guys its the end! I loved writing this chapter and you can thank ~AuroranRagewing for this getting out so quickly! He helped me through so rough writers blocked and kept me going strong!

Cover art is done by ~Cartuneslover16

Energy Spark belongs to me!

MLP FIM belongs to Lauren Faust/Hasbro
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