//------------------------------// // Breakfast In Bed // Story: Rightfully My Everything // by Chloe The Great //------------------------------// Yes, Discord did things on accident and found them to be something he would most likely do on purpose. It was a habit of his, but in good terms to where it would not be called a vice. Slashing Fluttershy’s backside wasn’t something he was necessarily proud of, although, he was not ashamed of doing so either. He should have gone up the stairs and entered her room, apologizing with a fake sincere look which would most likely wrap up her feelings. The only reason it would be a false apology was because the chaotic brain of his truly did feel no remorse, just humor in humility of the poor girl—and he did not do this due to the policy of honesty that stuck on him annoyingly. Courtesy of Applejack. “She might be asleep by now…” Discord said aloud. It was a possibility, though it was more of an excuse for him not to apologize. He sighed and did a real yawn, as he was very tired from arguing about this for the past hour in his head. Although his eyes were growing heavy, he noticed the table still had the contents from dinner. With a snap of his paw, the food and refreshments were gone, leaving an empty table with a beautiful silk cloth draping over it. Discord now knew he was drained. Of course, it did not appear as he was doing something all day, he actually was. This morning, while Fluttershy was still asleep, a disturbance stirred in the Everfree Forest and a sense of excitement started to brew in Discord. He had gone to the middle of those woods and saw quite the commotion, and it only took a matter of time for him to fix a few problems. It mattered none that Fluttershy thought he was doing nothing but, “Twiddling with his claws”. He only cared that she was not upset about the matter, because if she was, he could have boasted about it immensely as he usually did. Being humble and then noble the next moment was something he did most often. Discord tried thinking no more so his head would clear and he could rest. Unfortunately, there was not one spell in Equestria that could help with that unless there was literal memory loss involved. It sounded like something he should make possible…but that could wait until morning. *** The morning sun peaked over the mountains that rose above the castle in Canterlot. Fluttershy’s window pane let the sunlight pass through it and beams of beautiful sunshine gleamed onto her bed sheets. Her eyelids squeezed tight and opened to reveal her green eyes. A small smile appeared on her face as she heard the birds outside her window chirp cheerfully, their musical notes carrying through the window. The more she thought about it, though, it didn’t seem very realistic as she did not usually wake up to sound of tweeting. As much as she would love such a morning routine to wake up to, it got chilly in the night and she did not leave her window open. Throwing the sheets off her body and climbing out of bed, she opened her window and let the doors fly open. The birds remained on the seal and skipped around, but not once did they sing a single note. Her head titled to the side and her pale pink hair slipped off her shoulders. “Well, although you do not make music, you are very beautiful birds,” Fluttershy sighed and brought out her finger. A bird hopped onto her index and fluffed their cyan wings, spreading feathers around them. Suddenly, the door opened rather dramatically opened and Discord came out—a tray full of steaming food on it. “This is quite awkward, I was going to feed you breakfast in bed,” Discord chuckled. Fluttershy pressed her lips in a line and furrowed her brows. “Is there something you would like to say to me?” Fluttershy cleared her throat. His expression went blank and he remained to stand there, seemingly to have his head in the clouds. She scanned over what he held. There was a glass of a dark orange substance along with eggs, a blueberry muffin, and some grits that seemed to be glazed over on some parts with melted cheese. There was also something other than the drinking glass and plate, though. A piece of pale yellow paper was beside the two items. She blinked rapidly and felt as the claws of the small bird release its grip on her. “Uh…I don’t know about you, but cold breakfast is something I do not stomach well,” Discord broke the silence by saying. Fluttershy’s face muscles relaxed and she dropped her arms to the side. “Okay, I’ll be right there,” she said softly with a small smile. He hesitantly left her and she could hear his heavy footsteps on the stairs get fainter. “Huh…” He had come up to give her breakfast, in bed. It was obviously stated by him and she still wondered why the single word of feed sent a strange shiver down her back. He had done it many times before, though. Surely was nothing different about this time, if he had fed her while she was in bed. Fluttershy had done it herself many times as well. Maybe it was just the fact that he had done it to say sorry instead of doing it for the exercise of kindness that she had done with him. This is what she told herself as she went into her bathroom. Looking in the mirror, she saw sleep remain under her eyes and the friction in her hair that caused it to be a tad messy. There was also something else she tilted her head side to side trying to figure out. It her as soon as she looked down; she was not wearing anything but her usual undergarments. Her face turned beet red, but she took a hard swallow and ignored the whispers in the back of head. After that, it took her little time to squeeze into a flush pink shirt and a pale yellow skirt that cut at the upper thigh. She pulled it down a little and sighed. “Hopefully Rarity’s boutique is open today…” Fluttershy muttered. She closed her door behind her as she left her room, then skipped down the stairs. She hopped off the last step and quickly glanced at Discord, who was sitting at the table with his hands on his head in a very relaxed position. He looked up, seeing her very compromising outfit. He seemed to be a little bewildered and coughed to cover up his growl. Fluttershy sat down next to him and saw the tray that Discord had brought into her room. The piece of paper was the first to be picked up. She tilted her head as she read the bold marker that was also oddly in neat cursive. I’m sorry, Fluttershy, I hope you enjoyed the morning music and—this breakfast. Beneath the writing was a picture of Discord putting a band aid on Fluttershy’s behind. She felt a little bubble of laughter pop inside her and a quiet giggle escaped her mouth. “Thank you, Discord,” Fluttershy sighed and hugged him tightly. He embraced her back and the moment seemed to linger...