Again and Again
The welcome bell to Sugarcube Corner rang as Discord pushed through the door – actually making it open and close due to his physical presence and not literally going through the door that time. That was a hard habit to break. Almost as hard as resisting the urge to teleport places and potentially give ponies a heart attack. Twisting the laws of reality into a pretzel was a convenience that seemed to unnerve mortals for some reason.
“O-oh, Mister Discord!” the mare co-owner greeted – Mrs. Cake, if he remembered right – from behind the front counter with a nervous, lopsided smile. “What brings you here?”
Then again, his very existence unnerved mortals. But Fluttershy kept insisting he try to be as non-threatening as possible, and that he go out in public and socialize through business, and what that mare wanted, that mare got.
Discord walked up to the counter; the “slithering through air” thing also made ponies nervous, apparently. “It’s Sunday; I come here for my order every Sunday. You do have it ready, don’t you?”
“Oh, r-right,” Mrs. Cake groaned with a facehoof, practically quaking in her horseshoes. “Sorry, Mister Discord. I’m just s-so used to having Pinkie on duty today. It’s the lemon meringue cake with coconut frosting, right?”
“That’s the one,” Discord said with his best attempt at an amiable smile. It had little effect. He leaned his lion elbow on the counter. “Where is the pink troublemaker, anyway? This place seems so quiet without her blathering, so… boring.”
“She took the weekend off to visit her parents,” the mare said, body less shaking but eyes still fearful. “J-just a second.” She turned her head and called, “Honey, could you bring out the lemon meringue cake please?”
“Kind of busy with the twins right now, dear!” her husband called back. “Pumpkin, make yourself visible right now!”
Discord’s eyes snapped in the voice’s direction. Through the walls, he could sense the struggling father and his hiding unicorn daughter. He snapped his fingers, and gone was the foal’s errant magic. “She’s in the closet,” he called casually, examining his claws idly.
A few moments later, Mr. Cake sighed, “Finally, there you are! You are going in time out, little missy.”
Mrs. Cake looked him over, eyes wider still. “How did you know that?”
“I’ve reached out and turned entire continents topsy-turvy before,” he said, rubbing his talons together. “I don’t need to physically be in a place to see or interact with it.” He turned an eye towards her with a bored frown. “Now, my cake please? I’m sure you want me out of your shop as fast as possible.”
“R-right – I mean, right, I’ll get your cake right away!” she stammered, shakily excusing herself to the back of the shop.
Discord couldn’t help but chuckle, though it was more bitter than anything. He leaned on the counter on his elbows, his tail idly swishing behind him. His eyes flitted around the room, his brain idly thinking up new knots to make in logic and physics in the little shop that of course he’d never get to make. Just one slip-up, just one, and back to stone he went, possibly forever…
He shook his head as if his musings were leeches clinging to his face, his serpentine muscles tensing up. Not the day nor the time to get riled up; needed something else to focus on.
His otherworldly senses settled on the two parents in the next room. The little unicorn filly was more than a bit upset that her game of hide and seek had been ruined and was throwing a fit. Mr. Cake was trying his best to calm her down, cradling her unsteadily like an amateur. Mrs. Cake took a break from packaging Discord’s order and took the little girl off her husband’s hooves, holding her with proper support like a mare that actually knew what she was doing. After about a minute their daughter had calmed down, completely forgetting that her fun got spoiled like children were wont to do. Such charmingly non-existent attention spans…
Discord wiped away the smile that had somehow snuck onto his face, his brow furrowing and his fingers drumming against the counter anxiously.
“Sorry for the wait,” Mrs. Cake said a short time later, emerging with his order. “Foals got to be a hoof full.”
“I know,” he said with a half-hearted smile, taking the cake off her hooves. He held his palm out to the side, and in teleported a bag of bits. Outright materializing new money to pay for things was another trick he was banned from doing after he nearly crashed the economy last year. He tossed the sack over to Mrs. Cake’s side of the counter.
The baker hesitantly opened the bag as if she were expecting a snake to pop out. She visibly relaxed when she only saw money and counted it out. She then counted it out again with raised brows. She put a hoof over half of it and slid it across the counter towards him, saying, “This is over double what that cake is worth; here’s the rest of your–”
She tensed when his paw pushed back, forcing the bits back to her side of the table. “Keep the change,” he said firmly.
Mrs. Cake locked eyes with him for a moment, and a moment was all she dared to. She looked away as she took the money, stuttering out a thank you and a mumbled goodbye with a bow of her head.
Discord prepared to snap his fingers and whisk himself to his normal destination, but stopped himself. “Before I go,” he started with a hum, “I have a question.”
“Question?” Mrs. Cake repeated, tensing up again. “About what?”
Discord tensed up himself with a grimace, already regretting saying anything. “A question that I think only a parent could answer,” he said slowly, choosing his words carefully.
The mortal mare gave him a confused look. “I… I guess I could answer that. I haven’t been a parent very long, though.”
“It’s more of a hypothetical,” Discord admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, “and in all honesty you’re the only mother that’s willing to talk to me, as awkward as it is.”
Mrs. Cake’s gaze softened, but she didn’t let her guard down. “Okay then, what’s the question?”
Discord closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m sure you’re a great mother and this will never happen, but let’s suppose you ever made a mistake raising your foals. A… lot of mistakes. Mistakes that your children blame you for, and you’re not sure that they’d ever forgive you. How do you think you’d try to get that forgiveness? And… how long would you try until you just gave up?”
Mrs. Cake’s anxiety vanished, a worried frown on her muzzle and a furrowed brow on her face. “Where is this coming from?”
“Forget it,” he said with a wave of his claw and a groan. “It was stupid of me to ask. Thanks for the cake.”
With a snap of his fingers, the inside of Sugarcube Corner was gone. In its place was Canterlot palace, the doors of Celestia’s court standing before him.
The guards gave him the usual stiff look, their muscles tensing. Discord smirked, memories of turning their coats plaid and overall messing with them running through his head. Now that was a bonding exercise with Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie that he really got behind.
“Her Highness Celestia is not available for sudden visits,” the mare guard to his left said; a colonel, the mark on her armor said. “You’ll have to wait for the day court to conclude.” She pointed behind him, to the small crowd of mortals seated with their numbers, waiting for their turn to have an audience with Celestia.
“I know,” he sighed with a roll of his eyes. “Same old, same old.” In the blink of an eye, he was halfway across the room and in an empty chair. The mortals beside him quickly switched seats, leaving him alone. With a bitter frown and a snap of his fingers, he took advantage of the space and turned his chair into a lounging sofa. With another snap, he teleported a book from Twilight’s library into his claw and a few bits for the check-out fee into her purse. After stretching out and silently daring anyone to protest, he settled in to read.
Though his eyes were focused squarely on the book – a “romance” novel that Twilight kept hidden from sight and would never admit she read, the perfect teasing material – Discord’s senses were elsewhere. He could hear the conversations of all the ponies in the long waiting hall. Though some were just making idle-chit-chat to pass the time and make a few friends, most were the same conversations he’d always heard every Sunday: the rich Canterlot natives either trying to bribe or bully the lower class visitors into giving them their lower numbers so that they’d be seen sooner. He’d spent enough time around the palace and in Canterlot to know them all by name… and where they lived.
He drummed his fingers against the cover of his book as he spread a little mischief. The dressed-up nobles in the room suddenly found their underwear and lingerie crushingly tight, all the food in their fridges and pantries back home switched flavors, and the water controls in all their houses just happened to get stuck on ice cold and suddenly break. It wasn’t much, but it couldn’t be traced back to him and was so, so satisfying.
His little game of vigilantism over in ten seconds flat, he was stuck once again being utterly bored, with only his book to keep him amused. And the book was only amusing because it was so shoddily written and shameful that it must have been the guiltiest of Twililght’s guilty pleasures. The hours ticked by, and one by one the mortals went into Celestia’s court and left. In the blink of an undying eye, only Discord remained, the time to lower the sun for the day fast approaching and tinting the world orange.
“The Princess will see you now, Discord,” a guard announced from the chamber door.
His sofa and book vanished, and he was standing in front of the double doors with cake in claw. The guards gave a small half-nod to him and pushed open the doors, revealing Celestia’s marble audience chambers, the alicorn herself sitting on her throne. As he made his way down the red carpet, she glowered down at him from her perch like a multicolored gargoyle.
“Here for the usual, Discord?” she asked coldly as the doors closed behind him.
“Always am,” he said, pomp and pride gone. “Will you at least let me give you the cake this time, Celestia? It’s your favorite…”
“None of my answers have changed,” she answered, the corner of her mouth twitching like it always did when she was tempted to break out her Royal Canterlot Voice. “And they aren’t going to change no matter how many times you darken my doorstep. How long have you been doing this? A year?”
“It’ll be a year in three weeks,” Discord clarified, his gaze taking great interest in the marble floor.
“And yet,” Celestia sighed with a small growl, “you keep coming back. If you were anyone else, I’d find your tenacity admirable.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Discord said with a shadow of a smile.
“Don’t,” Celestia shot back with a scowl.
Discord cringed, his grip on the cake’s tray tightening. “Celestia, it’s been over a year since I reformed,” he said, almost pleadingly as he looked her in the eye. “I’ve made a lot of progress; Fluttershy has told you as much. Can’t you please at least entertain the idea of-”
“No, I can’t,” she cut in, her eyes narrowing. “I believe you can potentially become a force of great good in the world, and that you’re on your way to realizing that potential. Professionally, you’re a great asset and ally of the crown that’s slowly repaying society for your past misdeeds. But as far as our personal relationship goes, forgiveness is out of the question.”
Discord sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Celly, I really am–”
“Don’t you ever call me that!” Celestia snapped, wings flaring. “You lost the right to call me that a long time ago!”
Discord took a step back for probably the first time in his life. “I’m sorry, I just thought–”
“Thought what?” Celestia seethed, rising from her throne. “Thought that you could suddenly treat me as your child again? You may have made me, Discord, but you will never be my father ever again!”
Discord put his retreated foot forward again and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry; it was a mistake. Everything I ever said to you or taught to you was a mistake. But that’s why I’m trying to apologize!”
“Don’t lie to me,” Celestia huffed, standing tall atop the stairs to her throne. “You only want forgiveness now that you want ponies to like you. You aren’t sorry at all for what you did, what you made Luna and I do!”
“I didn’t make you two do anything you didn’t want to,” Discord snapped, glaring back. “You were having just as much fun as I was!”
“Because we didn’t know any better,” Celestia growled, trotting slowly down the stairs. “Because you taught us to be monsters, to treat mortals as toys and dolls! Do you have any idea how long it took us to unlearn that, even after we realized what you were and sealed you away?”
Discord opened his mouth for rebuttal, but Celestia didn’t give him the chance. “Centuries! It took us centuries to start treating our subjects like actual thinking beings, you warped and twisted us so badly! And even after that and ever since, we’ve had to deal with the guilt of what we did because of how you raised us, by ourselves.”
Discord’s ears flattened, his spark of rage put out. He just stood and listened as she climbed off the stairs and got closer.
“And do you know what it was like to not have Luna to help me deal with that for a thousand years?” she asked, her voice cracking and eyes watering. “I had to go a thousand years without her, a thousand years of sleepless nights full of nightmare after nightmare of the atrocities we committed together.”
She pushed her face into his, her burning violet eyes only inches from his own. “The only reason I’ve been forgiven by my subjects is that time and death made them forget; hundreds of generations seems like forever to them to hold a grudge.” She spat in his face; he didn’t fight back. “But I’ve never forgiven myself, so what makes you think that I’ll ever forgive you?”
He looked the alicorn in the eye. In the face of all the rage and guilt and hate welling up in her eyes, he could only say, “I don’t know.”
“Then get out of my sight,” she growled, turning around and trotting towards the doors behind her throne on shaking legs. “I have responsibilities to honor.”
Celestia slipped out of sight. The doors behind her didn’t shut with a slam, but with a soft, feeble click. Discord was left alone, silence and stillness his only company, long time friends from his days in stone.
The quiet was broken by a soft hiss behind him. “I see you still love that vapor form of yours,” Discord mumbled with a small chuckle. “It’s been a long time, Luna. How much did you hear?”
“Enough,” the younger alicorn said behind him. “Still going for the cake strategy?”
“There’s not much else I can do,” Discord laughed bitterly, turning to face her. She was standing tall, a strange softness behind the unimpressed look she was giving him. “I’ve already saved tons of ponies with my magic, and my pranks so far have been pretty toothless, and every grand gesture of goodwill I've thought up hasn't worked. I’ve tried my best to be civil with her, but that isn’t enough, either. The humble, simple approach is all I have.”
“If simply being polite and kind were enough to earn forgiveness, I’d certainly be much happier,” Luna sighed. “But we both know we’ve done great evil that we cannot undo. All three of us have.”
Discord sighed and with a wave of his hand summoned a pair of armchairs, one behind himself and one behind Luna. He silently motioned to it, and Luna took her seat with a silent nod of thanks.
“I know, I know,” he sighed again, flopping into his chair and setting the cake on a conjured table. “And I know it’s all my fault; I’ve been told that plenty of times.”
“Don’t warp Celestia’s words,” Luna warned. “No matter how much she blames you, she blames herself five times over. I guess she finally got fed up with being confronted with it every Sunday, even if you did have good intentions.” She sighed, shifting in her seat. “And if I’m to be honest, I think that if she were to stop sharing the blame with you, she’d crack under the weight of her own guilt. She puts on a stoic face in front of her subjects, but beneath it all she’s still terrified of what she used to do, what she used to be, and the possibility of returning to it, like… like I did.” Her ears flattened, her gaze looking away from Discord.
Discord’s fingers flexed; the idea of embracing her crossed his mind, but he shook it off. “That was even less your fault than what you did under my care,” he said.
Luna shook her head before looking him in the eye once more. “That doesn’t change the fact that it happened. I was so desperate for my subjects to love and forgive me as much as Celestia that I was willing to do anything to get it. I should’ve known better.”
Discord shifted in his seat and looked away. “And… I guess I should’ve, too,” he mumbled. He shook his head. “You should get going. Celestia’s probably wondering where you are right now, and it’s past time to lower the sun.”
“Sister can wait a few more minutes,” Luna brushed off. “In truth, I have a question for you, Discord.”
Discord looked up and raised a brow. “I’m listening.”
“Now that you know better, now that you have a conscience, you’ve been taking responsibility for how you raised Celestia and I. So, it’s occurred to me… you’ve never told us anything about who raised you. Are they to blame just as much as you?” she asked, tilting her head ever so slightly.
He looked away, his paw and claw wringing each other so hard his hands threatened to break as he squirmed in his own skin. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather keep that part of my past buried,” he muttered.
“As you wish,” she nodded, sliding off her seat. “Now, I really must be going.” She cantered past him, but he teleported in front of her.
“Do you really forgive me?” he blurted out, sounding a lot more desperate than he intended or wanted.
After the initial surprise wore off, she looked him over, sizing him up with her teal eyes. “Yes, I do. But make no mistake: I’ve only forced myself to forgive you because it’s the first step to forgiving myself,” she admitted. “Nothing changes what you did. You have my forgiveness, but absolution is something I cannot provide.”
Discord hanged his head low and rubbed his arm. “I understand… thanks for talking to me. Have a nice night.”
In another blink, the palace was gone. Discord was once again slouched on Fluttershy’s couch, cake in claw, though not even bothering to take Angel’s spot.
The rabbit let out a small squeak and jumped in his spot next to him, and after the initial look of anger his ears flopped in complete confusion. He jumped down from his perch and shot Discord a glare that dared him to take his spot, as if he could actually stop the demigod, before hopping up the stairs. Discord heard a soft chittering, and then a little happy gasp.
“Oh, Discord, you’re home!” Fluttershy greeted, trotting downstairs with a smile. “How did it… go…” Her grin deflated as she looked him over. “It… went really badly, didn’t it?”
Discord silently nodded.
Fluttershy unfolded her wings and glided over. She gave the draconequus a big, firm hug and said, “Don’t worry; there’s always next time, right? I’m sure she’ll come around.”
Discord allowed himself a little smile and hugged her back, holding her close. “Yeah… there’s always next time.”
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Wow... just wow. That was amazingly good. I had never even thought of that possibility.
That ending was perfect by the way.
Outstanding. This is one of these fics that you'd desperately like to want to see continued, but don't because it was immensely satisfying as is. Also lots of feels were felt.
That title, just so fitting. Love how you formed their relationships.
top notch.
definitely a relationship ive not read before.
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Lack of readers certainly seems to back me up on that. 
Glad you liked it, though! 
Really? I... I thought this was one of my more "off" pieces.
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Thank you; most of my one-shots have quite a few people demanding more when I just don't have it.
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Glad you liked!
It wasn't my original title, but when it hit me I thought it'd be criminal not to use it, given the story.
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PS: oh my god I love that game.
Wow, it took four posts for it to happen.
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Though I am surprised that apparently nobody's done this before. 
So glad you like.
Did... Did Discord raise them? I've never thought of it like that. It also makes a lot of sense cannon wise.
Hmm...
Fitting. I like it.
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That's what I was thinking, too. I also have a personal headcanon that Celestia and Luna weren't always saints; they grew and developed over the centuries, and before they grew up they could be likened to a pair of Caligulas. But, well... no way I'm writing that headcanon out.
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Glad ya do.
Never thought Discord was the one who created Celly and Lulu, but it doesn't really fit to me.
Besides that, it's a good concept.
I hate the fact that Celestia would use him as an asset or in other words a tool to the crown but can't forgive him its dirty. Not saying he don't deserve it but it still using a living being for your own gain I think that is worse than anything.
Did I ever tell you the definition of insanity?
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It just makes sense to me that he made them since Celestia and Luna's history before Discord has never been mentioned - and an alicorn seems like a pretty unnatural thing. And the sort of bizarre creation that would cross Discord's mind one day.
Well, we're all allowed to have our own headcanons, since no actual canon exists.
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Ah, what we'll do to put up with people we hate but are too essential to just kick out of our lives.
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Somebody beat you to it.
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Ooooh, new socrates story.
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Wellll? What'd ya think about it, ya mad magic bastard?
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sorry, haven't slep t yet and it's noon and i'm watching favorites come in on my new story... I'll read soon i promise Socrates.
Good job Celestia, Discord, your father basically, wants your forgiveness and he's doing EVERYTHING he can to get it, and what do you do? Prove his efforts futile and that he'll never have your forgiveness, this one thing have driven stronger men to MADNESS and made them resort to murder.
Well, glad to see I'm not the only one who indulges the "Discord is Celestia's father" theory. A very interesting take on it. Well done.
This is certainly a new take on Daddy Discord.
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Thank you! Just sort of popped into my head one day, though to me it makes a lot of sense. Didn't even originally have the AU tag, but the EQD pre-reader said that it might be a good idea.
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let us make an analogy: what if a parent has repeatedly abused their own child, sexually. (Discord probably hasn't done things as bad as that, but still).
Years later, when the child is grown up, a cure for paedophilia is found*. Maybe it suppresses sexual urges, maybe it enhances empathy, whatever. The parent then goes to the child (now grown up), tearfully announces this, and asks forgiveness for what happened in the past.
It doesn't sound strange for the child to never actually give it, does it?
Forgiveness cannot be owed to someone else; that's the whole point of forgiveness, and why it's special.
*since, you know, it's technically a mental illness
3301291 Okay, fine on that point, but Discord is the incarnation of Chaos you know? Can you blame him for doing things that's just as natural to him as breathing to us?
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A living being who can DESTROY CONTINENTS WITH A THOUGHT.
Sure, it's neither nice nor pleasant, but....needs of the many vs needs of the few, and all that. And before she attempted the reformation, he was in stone. And could have remained there for conceivably ever.
I mean....imagine a man, who's also a nuclear bomb. At all times. What do you think would happen, and how would the government react, to the news that he was mentally unstable?
Wow, great concept and great execution. Really leaves me wondering if she'll ever forgive Discord...
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If his natural inclinations hurt others....then yes, I can. Unfortunately, there's not nearly enough in the canon to make us understand him :-/
3301318 Hurt?
HURT?
His definition of 'Hurting' people was pretty much *I wounder if I can make a chocolate tornado...*
Treating other's like trash. Check
Father > Daughter Behavior Check
You see, did he ever kill anyone? Not as far as I remember, the worst pain i've ever seen him cause someone was when he made Twilight lose faith in her friends, people do that all the time!
Chaos is in his nature, but he's still keeping it so low that i'dd say it would be perhaps 0,5% of his power, I mean if he wanted to why didn't he hide the Elements of Harmony in the sun and kill off the bearers, leaving him in complete power? Because his nature isn't to be evil, it's to spread chaos.
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And you'll find out soon enough; I'm planning on a sequel sometime within the next month or two. 
Hopefully it will get on EQD as well; working title is "Definition of Divinity."
Thank you very much!
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How to treat people with a destructive nature or sociopathic tendencies are both very good questions with pretty complex answers, but I don't want this to turn into a shouting match.
I appreciate that my work is bringing about discussion, but could you kindly keep it civil?
Excellent tale. Now I want Discord to earn Celestia's forgiveness and live happily ever after. But I'm something of an idealist.
Anyways, this goes straight to my favourite list. Thank you!
3301358 I usually don't shout that much, sometimes I just ROYAL CANTERLOCK FOR THE FUCKS OF IT!
But usually I do not.
A very subdued portrayal of Discord, and an interesting interpretation of their relationship. Personally I don't quite see them that way (and Celestia's coldness here doesn't really mesh well with the end of Flutter On in my opinion, where she seemed happy enough to be around him), but I like the uniqueness of the idea because of that.
3301304 You're right but that doesn't mean I have to like it though. Not to say I don't like the story its good and a fresh take on it. I was thinking lately about this relationship for the past couple days. Then someone brought up what if Celestia was the mother of Discord? Would Discord hate Celestia for trapping him in stone ? But the point is there relationship is very rocky and sometime being in a relationship like that makes you do stupid stuff and all that. I might be a tad biased with this story though my dad died when I was like ten so I guess I see it as she is being mean to her dad and remember you only have one dad.
This was very good. You've EARNED that spot on Equestria Daily.
P.S. That made me very sad. i1.ytimg.com/vi/bCrNIMRCb_E/maxresdefault.jpg
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And thank you for commenting; glad you like it! 
As I've said below, I have a one-shot sequel planned, so you might get your happy ending then.
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I'm sticking to the theory she was being amiable because she was in public. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. 
Glad you liked it all the same!
Perhaps, though sometimes you have to bend canon a tiny bit for the sake of a good story.
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Two, Discord as Celestia's child instead of the other way around would be an interesting angle. 
Three, so sorry you had to go through that. 
One, I'm flattered that this has gotten you thinking for days. Ohmygosh.
I suppose I might be biased in my own way because my relationship with my family has been rocky for a long while, both immediate and extended. Long story short, they're not very good people... at all. In fact some of them are downright horrible, while still playing at a loving family with a dog and a white picket fence in a pleasant suburb. I suppose it's colored my view of the world, and in such a way that I find familial relationships to be brittle and sometimes just plain toxic.
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Thank you very, very much!
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And I guess I did my job, then.
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In fact, I do believe Celestia should...maybe not forgive him outright, but at the very least speak, interact with him more.
Unfortunately, these are all choices she can make on her part...or, rather, Discord isn't owed forgiveness
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Teacher, lover, friend or relative, I often imagine Discord having some sort of connection to Celestia.
I do not know about the alternate universe tag. It feels like it would work just as well without it.
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Agreed. I think that "alternate universe" should be reserved for things which go explicitly against canon (the Lunaverse, for example), and while this does...a bit (the fact Celestia is so cold to Discord when at the start and end of his reformation in the show she was much warmer) it still doesn't deviate that much.
This is feelings and character interaction done oh so right. Loved it.
My mind is full of feeling.
Hmn, interesting. I've seen Discord as the Princesses' brother before, but never their 'father'.
Those feels
I love the idea of Discord adopting a Ritual – it is really significant to the idea of him trying to change and redeem himself. Still, execution could have been better, and the vagueness of the writing didn't work all too well in the story favor.
Really cool story. I love it.
Even though I've always seen discord as a childhood friend of the princesses. Now he's their father.
So... Yeah.