Twilight Sparkle
~ Twilight Sparkle ~
“Twilight, may I sleep with you?”
Had anyone else asked her that question, Twilight Sparkle imagined herself taking a page from Celestia’s book and banishing them to the moon—the sun, perhaps, if they were audacious enough. Baby dragons, however, were exempted from such punishment, especially since it was her baby dragon, standing just before the end of the bed, with puffy red eyes and tear-stained cheeks, who had asked her the question.
Twilight raised herself out from the blanket, resting her back against the backboard of the bed. She then lifted the right half of the blanket, exposing the sheets underneath, patting the space right next to her. The baby laughed—sounding more so like a sob to her ears—as he waddled around the bed and stopped at its side.
But, for whatever reason, he did not hop into the bed into right away, lost instead to a gaze, one to the open space meant to be filled by him. His body was shivering, the air of the room cool, yet something about the bed held him back from seeking its warmth.
“Spike...is everything okay?” she asked, voice almost cracking. “I mean, I know you're not okay because you've been crying and you’re up in the middle of the night, which implies that something is bothering you, which also means—“ Twilight cut her stream of thought short by closing her mouth, eyes just as well, a moment passing, before opening them up with a slight twinkle adorning their corners. “Spike...why aren’t you coming to bed?”
His emerald eyes trailed up to lock with her amethyst ones, his face looking afraid as he did so, that was, until he stared deeply enough into her gaze, and found the genuine concern that was meant solely for him. His cheeks glowed a lighter shade of purple as he looked down again, beginning to twirl his thumbs.
“Well, um—“ Spike’s voice cracked, something he quickly realized as he stepped back with shame. the realization of such causing him to step back. Spike swallowed, then tried again. “D-Does sleeping...I mean...in the bed with you...m-make me a...b-baby?” He swallowed back whatever was scratching the back of his throat. “A coward, I mean.”
Twilight stared back at him, lips parted, mind filled with nothing but questions. What was bothering Spike? Did a nightmare wake up him? Was he still scared about that nightmare? Or, had he not slept, a thought keeping him awake? Isn't that the same as having a nightmare?
Twilight cut the stream of questions before they could possibly grow in scope, knowing full well what could happen if she switched from concern to curiosity—a mistake she would never make again. Instead, she sat back fully against the board, knowing that sleep wouldn't be coming to claim her for a while.
“Well, that depends, Spike,” she said, almost playfully, causing the drake to look back up at her. “Did you have a nightmare?”
Spike opened his mouth, but no words would come out, so he closed it, and nodded instead.
“Hmm,” Twilight used her hoof to hold up her chin in faux thought. “And this nightmare scared you?”
Spike nodded.
“And even though you woke up,” Twilight began, extremely careful with how her playful-tone was being expressed, “that nightmare is still scaring you?”
Spike didn't nod, just standing there, ready to break into tears again. He tried looking away, but the pull of the mare's gaze was too strong, causing him to look back to her. Automatically, his tail slithered between his legs and climbed up his belly, where it was then hugged into place by his claws. After that, he found the strength to nod, admitting to his fear, and what could be viewed as his weakness.
“So you have a problem, acknowledged that it scares you, and the first thing you do is go seek help for it?” Twilight couldn't stop the smile stretching her lips more than the urge to laugh at herself. “No Spike, that makes you anything but a coward—a lesson I wish I learned at your age.” She patted the space at her side yet again, filling the drake with absolute joy.
Spike wasted no time in jumping up onto the bed, struggling on his side for a moment as he used his leg to hook him over. The first sensation he felt was of sheets rubbing against his scales, of the hovering blanket that promised to envelop him in its warmth, and, most important of all, of the soft fur caressing his smooth scales as he pressed himself against the lavender coat.
Twilight smiled as she felt his body press against her, relishing in the contact as she lowered her head, and kissed the side of the drake's head. He twitched, before his muscles began to relax, as he surrendered himself to her embrace. She let the blanket fall, covering them both, as she held the baby dragon close with a forehoof.
The lifelong friends released a blissful sigh at the mutual embrace, but even if all Twilight could see was the back of the scaly head, she knew that its owner would still be awake for quite some time. In a hushed tone, Twilight began to speak. “Hey...Spike?”
The scales of the dragon shifted against the crook of her forehoof.
“You know that if there's anything bothering you, that you can talk to me, right?” Her tone was unsure of itself despite the words being genuine. They had been told to her, time and again, by her brother, father, and mother, though she never said them to another—until now. “It always helps me to get what I'm feeling out into the open.” He remained eerily still in her grasp. “If it is still scaring you, you can talk about it while not looking at me. Just pretend that I'm not here.”
There was silence. No shuffling of the sheets, nor late-night clopping of hooves on the street outside, as even the bugs were quiet on a night such as that. Some of the room was bathed in moonlight, the surrealness of the otherworldly night made possible by the silence, as the two unconsciously shuffled closer towards one another.
In lonely moments such as these, having another by your side always seemed to quell that otherworldly feeling.
“You're going to a bigger school soon, right, Twilight?” The disturbing silence was broken by a small voice, whose owner remained ever still. “With new books to read, new teachers to meet...and new ponies to be your friend?”
“That's right,” she answered as gently as she could, pulling her other hoof out from under the sheets, and lightly stroking the fins on his back. “That graduation marked the completion of my elementary courses, and once this summer is over, I'll be returning to a new section of the school along with more mature courses.”
“So...you'll still need me then?” The drake finally asked the question responsible for his strife, for his tears and his fears, as his shiver was felt by the mare that held him close. “To clean after your messes and organize your books? You won't be getting another baby dragon that's better than me, that actually understands those books to replace me?”
“What? No!” Twilight fought down the urge to turn him around to face her, as it was his choice for when he wanted to reveal himself. All she could do now was soothe his fears. “Spike, there is no one in all of Equestria that can ever hope to replace you.” She momentarily stopped rubbing his back. “Do you want to know why?”
Stillness. Silence. Then.
“W-Why, Twilight?”
Spike's bravery was rewarded with an extra rub to the back of the head—given lovingly, of course.
“Because you're my number-one assistant, Spike,” Twilight said, almost whispering the words into his ear. “You're my first and only friend, and you're my best one at that.”
Surprise must have shown on Twilight's as she felt the baby dragon turn around, lightly, shuffling the sheets as he did so, before the two were face to face. Even in the low light, the vibrant emerald of his eye were disarming. Framed by his puffy lids, they almost seemed to generate a glow of their own. “But what about when you make new friends, Twilight, pony friends! They'll be better friends than I ever could, which I totally understand, but even then...I love you too much just to be an assistant.”
Twilight's amethyst eyes generated a glow of their own, quivering almost at the sudden revelation. The influx of pleading questions, of why this little dragon, who never had before shown interest in the world outside their dorm, was suddenly so afraid of it, caused her eyes to begin to burn—but that sensation was nothing, absolute nothing, compared to the pain she felt when she asked one of those questions, and saw him begin to cry again.
She had asked. “Spike...what happened in your nightmare?”
He didn't say anything to her at first, eyes lost to her in a daze, as if the nightmare were claiming him once again in a state of consciousness—the dread forced to be relieved at the expense of Twilight's curiosity. Softly, the baby dragon spoke. “You...you were in the halls of the school...and I was coming to find you.” A pause, a choke, and a claw that didn't cease to shake. “I don't like leaving the room...the halls never seemed to end, and the ponies are scary...all glaring down at me...but being alone in that room scares me even more.”
For the first time since speaking, the little dragon's face lit up as he realized he was telling this face to face with the mare of his nightmare, though the latter kept completely silent even when he stuttered or stopped. Twilight did not dare move an inch, not even to coax him as he spoke, as she was afraid that the slightest movement, the slightest touch, would shatter him inside like glass, despite being protected by scales.
Spike inhaled sharply, hiccuped, then continued looking directly into her eyes. “I found you after a little while, at the end of this hall and at the center of all these ponies, each of them talking to you like they were all your friends.”
His eyes drifted away, overcome by the face he saw in his nightmare—one that he didn't want to mistake for the real thing. “For the first time, I was...scared to approach you, to interrupt you, and when I did...”
Spike went silent. Tears welled in the corner of his eyes as his whole body began to shake, Then, it came, the bawling that had been suppressed for far too long, as tears and sobs streamed unbidden from his quivering little body. It was if the nightmare were happening in reality.
“You were disgusted by me! That...that I had left the room and embarrassed you, t-that a dragon shouldn't be around ponies!” His words shot out in the time between the sobs and the sharp intakes of air, his nose beginning to run. “You said you were getting rid of me, In-front of everyone! That you had found your true friends, and no longer needed me around!” Finally, the baby dragon gazed into the pony's eyes, unable to see past his own veil of tears. “Please don't leave me for pony friends!”
Those words, they were the same ones he uttered in the dream, and the result of them was almost the same in both fiction and in reality. In the dream, he was enveloped by a purple aurora that sped down the fall, a smirking Twilight growing ever distant by the second, until he was dropped inside a cold room. Spike rose up immediately and began to run back towards her, only to see her friends playfully wave him goodbye, as the click of the door was heard.
That cold feeling would've enveloped the baby dragon again had not the fur of a hoof caressed the scales on his back, slowly pulling him forward to a warm lavender chest, as the wonderful sensation wrapped around his body like a blanket. Try as he might, Spike couldn't help but stain the belly fur with his tears and his nose, feeling his shoulders shake with unusual joy as he wasn't being pushed away because of this.
Twilight could no longer deny her maternal instincts as his bawling reached its apex, holding him close to both her chest and her heart, feeling the former grow moist, though she for the life of her could not care. She opted instead to rub her other hoof down along the spines of his back, over and over again, as she hushed into his ear.
That's how the night went for the next little while. Twilight soothing her baby dragon who had managed, and trusted to her the fears regarding her, something which she hoped she never gave the impression of. And Spike, whose bawling began to die down into the occasional sob, his stubby arms holding onto as much as her barrel as they could, before his eyes finally traveled up the warm chest of the one whom he loved.
A soft smile, and an even softer face, awaited him.
“Spike,” Twilight began, breaking neither eye or psychical contact with the smaller creature, “don't you ever dare think that I would ever send you away, that I don't love you as much as you love me.” She lowered her muzzle and brushed it against the end of his snout. “You're my number-one assistant, not because of your strengths or your flaws, but because you're always there for me, even when it's well past your bedtime, or when I'm more crazier than usual.” Then, having been long suppressed as well, tears welled in the corner of her eyes. “There's...there's not many that see all those sides to me and want to stick around...” She gasped. Her lips a wobbly smile. “You like to complain, and yet, not once have you complained about the things I'm insecure about.” Finally, emotions reigned through her body as she broke down. “It's because of that, Spike, that no matter what you think I may be, or how many friends I may somehow gain, I'll always return to my best friend.” Her cheeks brushed against his as she rested her chin on his shoulder. “You're more than my assistant, Spike, you're my best friend, no matter what.” Her other hoof wrapped around him, consummating the hug. “And I'll always love you as much as you love me.”
Spike couldn't help but smile, overjoyed that this mare, as great as she was, and also a pony, could love a baby dragon as much as he loved her. They stayed like that for the rest of the night, with the blanket covering all but their heads, as those two beings were dreaming about each other.
Although their dreams were of another, they could never imagine all of life itself would have the other; time becoming an irrelevance to their everlasting bond.
Too bad there were some hindrances along the way.
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Currently homesick ATM, so have some flash chapter snuggles.
Writing on the shittiest keyboard around, so I'll have to do edits a few days from now.
Keep warm, folks.
Best of luck with future chapters. I'll be eagerly awaiting more.
Snuggles are the best, put your sister to the test!
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I needed to read this.
I love this so much! Twi and Spike's relationship is my absolute favorite thing about the show! Twi is the best Mommy Big Sissy and Best friend to her little baby dragon. And Spike is the best Son Little Brother and best friend to his Mama, Big Sis, and best friend Twilight.
I love your choice of words, your pauses, and the way you explain those subtle but really important moments throught the conversations.
My heart is pleased
I liked it, nice and sweet.
By the way, i was listening to the quintet version of "i love you"(woodkid) while reading the end of the first chapter, i was melting at that point.
But I'm okay now.
I think...
The fluff is reall i love it.
It’s too early for emotional stuff to happen!
Upvote and Faved.
And now I'm scared. Well done my dude.
D'aww! Such a touching story between Spike and Twilight. I wonder if something like this may have actually happened as Twilight advanced in her studies? Spike always seeing all sorts of ponies and having a deep seated fear that, when a change happened, he'd be replaced, sent away, etc.
I do always love seeing Twilight being a 'mother figure'. She is all about "#1 Assistant" and "Best friend". She has even said she loves him but it is really nice to see moments where, even if not biological, Twilight being more of a mom than a friend / boss.
The descriptive terms you used throughout the story helped bring out tons of emotion. That nightmare was quite a visual, too. Well worded to capture that feeling of dread and loneliness along with abandonment.
Great job!
Aww, this is so precious, can't wait for the next chapter!
I'm going to cry
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I'm sorry Anti-Cry God.
Anti Cry God:
Twi is an awesome big sister in this, amazing job my old friend, amazing job.
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feel the same
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cry god:
Omg km not gonna cry 6’3 football player at 300 lbs. I am not gonna....
DAMMIT amazing story