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// Red, Yellow, and Something Blue 
// Story: Love Bug 
// by SoulFyre 
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Red, Yellow, and Something Blue





TMP Prompt #382 “Yellow With Glee”




I couldn’t help but remember a couple of milestones in our relationship.

Chrysalis would always deny that she was a romantic despite occasionally proving otherwise.

For instance, our one month anniversary as a couple. 

Luna told me that Chrysalis was running around and panicking because she felt that she needed to do something special. Well, running around as best she could; she was still a tad sore from our “activities” during our second week together.

Though, I guess that taking part in such “activities” near daily after that second week didn’t help much. Of course she wouldn’t be able to deny that she enjoyed it as much as I did.

I guess reminiscing about the more carnal aspects of our relationship is causing my thoughts to wander, but it is relevant to this story.

It was the night of our one month anniversary. Personally, I felt that celebrating such a thing was unnecessary, but one month is next to nothing to an immortal goddess such as myself.

I remember opening the double doors to my room and being greeted by something completely unexpected.

Now I should mention that I hadn’t seen Chrysalis since dinner just an hour prior. I had intended to go to my room, read letters and maybe a light novel, hopefully with Chrysalis by my side so that we could cuddle. She loves cuddling. She is just a big softie despite acting like a quote-unquote “Psycho Bitch” as she likes to say.

So imagine my surprise when I entered into a room completely covered with bouquets of the most beautiful roses I have ever seen. Even the floor was littered with petals.

The lights were off and a more subdued, romantic glow was provided by scented candles of the most wonderful lavender. And the relatively large fire consuming my bed.

I didn’t react. I guess it was such a surprise that my mind just shut down. The lavender must’ve had something to do with it as well; it is a calming aroma.

My lover was frantically beating the blaze with my blanket that somehow remained untouched by the flames. I like that blanket. And she was using it to douse a fire...

I believe that that realization was what spurred me into motion. I, in my haste, summoned all the water from my meditation pond in a secluded part of the castle gardens in order to quell the flames. And soaking anything around my bed area, my blanket and lover included, and quite a few rose bouquets.

Chrysalis turned to me with a sheepish grin and after moving her wet mane from her eyes, rubbed the back of her head.

“Eh heh heh... happy anniversary?” she offered.

Let’s just say that a combination of the thought put into the set-up and her glistening body convinced me to teleport us to her room and have a more proper end to our celebrations.

And after that act of spontaneous passion had concluded and I found myself gazing into her eyes, I said those three most wonderful words for the first time.

“I love you.”

Of course, seeing my room the next day and the effects my teleportation spell had on the surroundings made me realize that I really should have doused the other candles. I moved in to Chrysalis’ room for about a week after that.

She moved onto a couch in the den.




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Then there was the time that would ignite the spark of an idea that would lead to what would assuredly be the best day of my life.

I was sick with the flu.

Naturally-born alicorns have a far stronger immune system than other ponies and even alicorns that were once regular ponies. Twilight and Cadance see this as a bad thing. I do not.

I may not get sick as often, in fact I’m sure that I hadn’t been sick in nearly a few centuries, but when I do it is far more debilitating and less pleasant.

I was coughing, sneezing, hacking up unspeakable things, and felt completely drained for almost two weeks. While I enjoyed the idea of not having to deal with my duties, in practice it was hellish.

By this point in time, six months since we first became a couple, Chrysalis had officially moved into my room. Not that she spent much time in her own room for those six months prior.

She served as my nurse for those two weeks. She would bring me all my meals, fluffed my pillows, provided medicines, and generally treated as, well, a princess. She even held me when we slept despite my protests about the risks to her own health. I did draw the line at kissing. I didn’t want her to get sick after all.

It was during the last day of my being sick when that special moment occurred. I was already better, but no one would let me take over my duties until I was one hundred percent. I’m not a child damn it.

Among these duties that I was prevented from doing was raising the sun. My dear sister, Luna, had taken over that duty and was doing a commendable job. I did better of course.

Anyway, on that last day she was late. It was already ten minutes past the scheduled sunrise and the sun had yet to peak over the horizon.

As you can imagine, this irked me. Here I was being forced to not do anything and the sun, my sun, was behind because of it.

Just as I was about to leave the bed and attend to my calling, the one I got my cutie mark for and should make sure is always on damn time, the first rays of the morning filtered into my room.

As I was preparing to hunt down my sister and give her a piece of my mind the balcony door slid open. I realized at that moment that the curtains were not drawn over the glass entrance as they normally were which is why I was able to even seen the suns rays.

I also noticed, as she entered, slid the door closed, and pulled the curtains closed, that Chrysalis was not in bed with me either.

She turned and hobbled toward the bed. She was completely exhausted and her eyes were barely open and she was hanging her head.

As she reached the bed she fell forward and only her upper body made it to the comfy embrace of the mattress. She looked up at me with that rare, beautiful, and genuine smile and said something that deeply affected my heart.

“I moved the sun for you. I love you.” 

And with that she passed out.

I would later learn that Luna had been teaching her how to raise the sun as I was sick in bed and that that day was the first time she had managed to do so without aid.

But at that moment I didn’t care how she did it. All that mattered was that she cared deeply enough for me to do something so risky just to show me how much she loved me.

I was crying as I kissed her forehead.

I used my magic to lift her onto the bed and held her close to me. I stroked her hair and whispered sweet nothings into her ears, hoping that they reached her even in her sleep.
It was that moment that made me have a truly life changing idea. An idea that took me months to think through and act on.

I loved her more than anything else in this world.

And I was going to marry her.


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We have had so many moments such as those, but as I walk down the aisle toward the altar where my lover, my fiancée, was waiting for me those were the ones that were at the forefront of my mind.

When I told her that I loved her for the first time and when I saw just how much she cared for me during the time I was ill, especially that final gesture, they changed how I looked at her and our relationship.

Of course, there was our first date, the first time that she said that she loved me, holidays and the like, the day I proposed, there are just so many memories that I will forever cherish.

This moment especially, walking down the aisle and seeing not just the love of my life, but my dearest friends, my sister at the altar waiting to perform the ceremony, and even my mother sitting at the front with the biggest smile I have ever seen her with.

Twilight was my Mare of Honor and her friends were my bridesmaids. It took time for them to all come around to the idea of our relationship, but now they couldn’t be happier for me and that filled me with so much joy.

During the wedding prep, Chrysalis’ parental figures who were supposed to stand next to her at the altar were unfortunately unable to do so after a trio of fillies had injured them in a failed cutie mark acquisition. 

It may have been best not to ask them to watch after those three.

Their substitutes, at my fiancée’s request no less, were quite surprising.

Her Mare of Honor was none other than Cadance whom she had come to think of as a good friend. It did not take long for them to bury the hatchet. 

Shining Armor stood next to his wife as a bridesmaid; Chrysalis insisted that he be referred to as such. They took much longer to become friends and for quite some time they would almost literally attempt to bury the hatchet. In each other.

Finally, Starlit Dawn, my sister’s guard captain, stood on the other side of Shining Armor. She and Chrysalis developed a respect for one another and a friendship that was a tad vitriolic at times. Still, they became friends before Chrysalis and Shining Armor did despite initial distrust of each other.

And then there was my mother sitting in the front row. We never had the best of relationships, but that is a tale for another time. She was here and that is what is important. To say my subjects seeing my mother were shocked to discover I had one is a bit of an understatement. Especially since she could pass as my and Luna’s sister.

But the most important person was, of course, my beautiful fiancée. 

She was dressed in a flowing white wedding gown just like mine. Her mane was done up in a loose bun, one of my feathers was hanging from her mane by a string, and she wore a silver tiara. Most important though was the pendant she wore. It was a blue crystal pendant that was in the shape of half of a heart. The other half of the one around my neck.

As I neared the altar, our eyes met. We held each others gaze as I stepped up to the altar and turned to face her.

We were both smiling. Our eyes communicating our thoughts to each other. No words needed to be spoken.

Neither of us were paying attention to my sister as she started speaking. The only thing that mattered to us was one another; lost in the other’s eyes.

It was all mechanical. We said our “I do”s and slipped the rings on our horns without ever breaking eye contact. As the rings were put on ours horns, Chrysalis mouthed ‘I love you’. It was a gesture I returned as well.

The rings we now wore were not ordinary. They were designed with a changeling marriage ritual in mind. A ritual meant to unite the souls of the two who wore them and, as long as their love remains true, would bind them together for eternity.

We chose to do this ritual because it had a chance to give us something we thought we may never had.

An eternity together.

Ours souls being bound together would intertwine our lives and hopefully allow Chrysalis to live for as long as I do.

Essentially, shared immortality.

At the sound of Luna saying “You may now kiss the bride.” We did just that.

The kiss was soft and sweet. Not to fiery nor too chaste. It was slow and full of love and desire. I will always remember this kiss. Especially with what came next.

The rings on our horns came to life with brilliant light.

Yellow and green moved around the both of us, mixing together before returning to the rings; our lips never once separating. As the rings took the light back into them they faded and the two of us felt our very souls become one.

I don’t think that I will ever be able to describe that feeling. The closest word I can think of would be nirvana. I finally felt what Chrysalis had been able to for so long.

I felt her love.

I would guess it was similar to what changelings felt from those around them, but in this case it was only from her.

As we finally parted and the world came back into focus I heard the clapping of hooves and the deafening cheers of, not just my guests, but of my subjects gathered outside. I swear the whole of Canterlot was shaking.

The azure pendants around our necks had merged into one and the rays of the sun peaking through the windows made it shine brilliantly.

This day had been just perfect and I know that, rain or shine, so would the rest of our lives.