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Short for Lord Regulus. I hope you will enjoy what my brain comes up with. You can throw money at me here: Ko-fi

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This story is a sequel to Forbidden Melodies


To have, to hold, to cherish, and to love; in sickness and in health: these are precious words best reserved for the altar. Not so much for browsing in the produce aisle.

Octavia Melody has heard such sentiments shared on more than one occasion when shopping with her fruit-loving husband, Steeplechase. Be it the nocturne's heightened senses or just his general persnicketyness, grocery runs that used to take two hours at most have evolved into a living nightmare of picky produce perusals by the self-proclaimed foodie.

When a rare opportunity for the musical mare to go to the supermarket behind his back presents itself, Octavia plans to take full advantage by sneaking out for some hassle-free shopping. With the morning sun just below the horizon, "Operation: Early Bird Special" is a go.


Edited by mattstheman
Cover Art Angry Octavia by cubonator

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Seems it's nigh impossible to get a prereader or proofreader this time of year. Oh well... Let's just keep the ball rolling with my Octavia fics having little quality control for the gate!

Again, for those of you wanting a more serious sequel (otherwise known as serious-er), prepare to be sorely disappointed.

:rainbowlaugh: The wonders of married life, huh?

I'll put this on my read later list merely due to the cover art. :rainbowlaugh:

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Just because you love him doesn't excuse you from reading the fine print on the back of the box.

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Hope you enjoy the slice-of-life once you get around to it. I also think the cover art serves as a good foil to the fic this is a sequel of, which is why I chose it.

I somehow missed this!
This was excellent.

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Lotsa folks missed it. I posted it on New Years Eve and thought that marking it as a sequel put it in notification boxes for folks who favorited Forbidden Melodies. Apparently that was not the case.

Glad you liked it all the same.

Octavia clearly needs a hobby to infuriate her husband with. I suggest buying accessories or nicknacks for the mantlepiece. I know it drives me crazy.
On the whole a nice piece even if it can't quite live up to it's predecessor.

I should probably read Forbidden Melodies then...:twilightblush:

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Agreed on both counts. It was never my intention to try to tread the same ground as the first fiction did that already. The OC moori needed some more fleshing out, so why not have a little fun with it? I might have a few more stories in the bag for the loving couple.

Now if we ever explored the Age of Silence itself per the original idea I had for the fiction before making it about the present, that could tread on the darker, sadder side of things.

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Well... I put it as a sequel because it happened afterwards chronologically, but it doesn't flow like a sequel does with the tone and mood being completely different. This was just a silly, slice-of-mundane-life.

A nice piece, a fun slice of life. Nicely done Blueblood, where he's insufferable, but not an ass. Certainly a delight to see more of the main couple as well. Hopefully something a little more involved in their future, but this was still good.

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Thanks. I can't tell you how many times I rewatched his scenes in The Best Night Ever to get him somewhere I'd want him as a character. This comment though makes me wonder why this is in "The Good Prince" group. :applejackconfused:

They're so adorable! I could get diabetes reading about Octavia and Steeplechase.

I don't think you know what the word literal means. :P

Though putting that aside, it was funny. :D

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But... but it all happened with shopping carts... :fluttershysad:

Glad you enjoyed it!

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Yeah, that's a cart, not a basket. Sheesh.

My goodness, the Element of irritation, extra candles for sneaking out, mangoes, casual racism over fruit processing, and Octavia chugging down coffee like Popeye chugs spinach jokes had me rolling.
I never thought I'd enjoy a fanfiction about merely having two characters go shopping for fruit at a grocery, but after reading the entire ordeal, I now understand why Tavi wanted to leave early and alone.

Brilliant characterization for Blueblood, Steeple, and Tavi.
I had a good laugh!

Sunrise always came up a little earlier in Canterlot compared to less elevated places,

i do not know enough about how sunrises work to dispute this

Why every townhouse in Canterlot had to model itself after the castle, she could never quite figure out.

elite ponies modeling their lives after royalty as much as possible is the most sensical thing ever! silly Octavia

However, Steeplechase was easily swayed when the prepared unicorn produced a bowl of fresh mangoes.

and thus that student learned an even more important life lesson: the power of bribes

Nearly succumbing to a near primal desire, she managed banishing the notion from her mind with the elements of irritation, a less-than-magical power only used by grumpy ponies that did not believe in 5 AM.

hehe that is a good power

Grumbling to herself about how terrible she was at everything in the mornings, she tacked the misdirection on the household message board of a fake ensemble practice before continuing with her mission.

ooh sneaky!

The cellist felt her blood chill, paling when noticing the lack of a particular packing weight across her back. The damning realization dawned on her like the approaching sunrise: she’d left the stupid thing on her nightstand. Objective one: get saddlebag, and she’d managed to screw it up royally!

oh this is too relatable

Octavia’s voice was caught in her throat as she slowly turned around to see Steeplechase hanging upside down from his lanky legs from the covered patio.

the mangoes did make me wonder if Steeplechase was a bat pony! good use of “batty” earlier because that word just makes sense in Octavia’s internal narration and so would not seem to be hinting at anything

There was a time when grocery shopping was fun; finding specials and clipping store coupons out of newspapers for fantastic deals. Octavia specifically remembered there was a point in her life where the simple routine brought a little relaxation to her usually stress-filled days of practicing, studying, and then more practicing. She’d sometimes run into her friends in her excursions and they’d all make a little outing of it.

honestly same, grocery shopping has always been strangely relaxing for me

At the moment, that same bookish mark was completely unbearable to glare at as it hung up in the air in the produce department of their local Marketier. It was the only chain grocer in Canterlot that her picky husband ever approved for the two to patron.

that name definitely does sound like the name of a foodie’s preferred grocery store

“Come on Tavi,” Steeplechase huffed in reply to his indignant wife. “It’s vitally important to make informed decisions while out and about. Now which one do you think is better?”

“Just put them both in the cart,” Octavia grumbled half-heartedly, slightly muffled from her face being buried in her forelegs.

oh this is definitely a thing that could be annoying about a spouse that one is completely in love with

It was a familiar, prim alabaster stallion, apparently too stuck up his own flank to let plebeians at the castle make their fruit selections for him. Adorned with his royal blue bowtie and the tuxedo top hanging around his neck, the stallion ran a hoof through his perfectly brushed mane as he surveyed the stall. A pair of beautiful pegasus maids wearing stoic faces hovered closely behind him lugging around reusable shopping bags of his “private selections” from the store.

love this description of Blueblood! you know it can only be him

She could still hear the pitiful cries of the poor filly selling horn-picked cranberries.

aww poor filly! but also love the phrase “horn-picked”

There were only two things she’d figured out: one, Prince was his name rather than his status despite being the adopted nephew of Princess Celestia; two, never strike up a conversation with the pompous minister of finance when the opportunity presented itself.

ehehe love the many ways to rationalize him being called “Prince Blueblood”

“Ah…” Octavia started warmly as she stole a quick glance at the mare’s cutie mark: a red gemstone resting at the bottom of a wine glass. “Ruby Daiquiri! I hope your shopping trip with the minister is going well,” she said with a forced smile.

this, of course, raises further questions about a child getting a cocktail as a cutie mark (great design tho)

Glancing back towards Octavia, she saw the mare rip the top off of a large Buckstar frappe to guzzle its contents in several swift gulps for strength.

hehe that is a good way to have Starbucks in Equestria

“Well, now it is, Blueblood,” the bitter nocturne replied coupled with an exaggerated flippant eye roll “What gives you the right to condemn this once magnificent peach to the mediocrity of a cooking fruit?”

i can see why Octavia is so tired of this lol

“Mutual respect I suppose.”

yeah that sounds about right! two hypernerds with a super-specific interest may disagree passionately with each other but in the end must realize they have more in common with each other than anypony else in the world

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, fruit cup.”

aww, and given how much Steeplechase is into fruit, “fruit cup” is a very fitting pet name to have!


i can definitely imagine a couple like Octavia and Steeplechase, and Blueblood is an excellent foil for Steeplechase here, with both being great at causing grief to the mares in their lives through their shared obsession. thank you for writing!

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