Would you love me if...
There was a stillness in the air, a neutral, empty atmosphere. Laughter could not be heard, nor could speaking, or shouting. Even the less noticeable noises, the swaying of the trees, the gentle breeze of the wind, and the buzzing and skittering of tiny creatures was nowhere to be found.
In such emptiness there was a chance for infinite possibilities in a great many things. With this silence and stillness, the greatest of art could be envisioned, as could architecture that would leave any that witnessed it lost for words and tear-struck. Many times, in this same environment, the greatest minds and those that wished to become great wrote books, conducted masterpieces in their heads, readied algorithms that would put their names in the history books.
But, unfortunately for Equus as a whole, no such wonders were happening at the Sparkle household. This was no truer than in one of the castle’s many bedrooms, where an Asclepius E. Deuis resided.
The young man was lying in bed, his eyes half-lidded and his hair messy. He was splayed out as much as possible, his back propped up with far too many pillows. He was shirtless, with his favorite question mark pajama bottoms covering his lower body and one hole-y sock that he hadn’t remembered putting on last night.
It had been almost three hours since he had gotten up. He had spent this time wisely, practicing in the art of laziness. His skill was so razor sharp that it could have cleaved through diamond, yet Asclepius felt, like any master, that there was room for improvement. So, he continued to lay there, waiting until either hunger or the need to use the bathroom finally prompted him to rise and shine.
There was a noise that shattered the quiet. A movement outside of the bedroom door. First, it was the sound of hooves dragging against the crystal floor, then it was the sound of the doorknob being turned. Asclepius watched as the door slowly creaked open, revealing the lady of the house, Princess of Friendship, and founder of D.O.R.K.S, Twilight Sparkle.
Most days, after opening the door Twilight would immediately follow it up by uttering some greeting, or demanding that he get up. Once or twice, she had even been known to shake a bucket of ice water at him, ill-intent in her narrowed eyes. Today, however, there was none of that.
Twilight just made her way into the room, her movements both sluggish and tense. There was an odd expression on her face, as if she wanted to scream, to cry, and to lock herself in a closet and hide under a bundle of blankets. Along with this though, there was a look of stoic determination and nervousness.
The tip of Twilight’s horn glowed, and with just a bit more force than was necessary she closed the bedroom door behind her. She looked back, her shoulders slumping, and let out a long, sad sigh. Her head slowly turned back toward Asclepius, eyes welling with tears.
Asclepius, cocking his head to the side, said nothing. He did, however, reach down to throw his blanket partially off of his body. Seeing this, Twilight raced toward the bed.
With practiced ease, she leapt on top of it with a flap of her wings, landing on top of the human. Asclepius grunted as she let out a frustrated sound, squirming on top of him. Twilight climbed upward, the tip of her horn glowing, lifting his hands with her magic and placing them right above the spot where her wings met her back.
“Something happen?” Asclepius asked as he began scratching.
A shiver ran through Twilight. Her forelegs pressed up against his sides. Her back legs pressed against his legs. She placed her ear against his chest and just listened. Minutes passed like this, with neither human or pony saying anything.
“…Would you love me if I wasn’t a pony?” Twilight asked, her voice quiet.
Asclepius blinked. “Would I love you if you weren’t a pony?”
Twilight nodded. “Would you love me if I was something else?” she asked, not daring to look up at him. “A gryphon, or a donkey, or even a human. Would you love me if I was any of those?”
Leaning back, Asclepius considered her question. To appear especially thoughtful, he even made a show of scratching his chin. “I don’t know how I’d feel if you were a blob monster or a cloud, but I’m pretty sure that I’d love you if you weren’t a pony.”
Twilight’s ears perked up before pinning themselves against the sides of her skull. Slowly, she picked her head up to look at him.
“What if somepony else came along?” she asked, fear creeping into her voice. “What if Princess Celestia wanted you to be her coltfriend, or what if a pretty human girl appeared?”
Asclepius, again, considered her question. “Do you think your old teacher would ever do something like that to you?”
Twilight flinched. “No, of course not! I’m just… I was just…”
Trailing off, she let her head fall back down onto his chest. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep, shaky breaths before picking her head back up and looking at him.
“Would you leave me if something like that happened?” she asked.
Without missing a beat, Asclepius shook his head. “No. I don’t think so.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’m not the type of guy that likes to jump from relationship to relationship. I’m lazy; I like to just plant my roots and see where that takes me.” Reaching up, Asclepius gave the alicorn’s neck a pat. “Besides, anyone else I picked wouldn’t be you, and that’s one hell of a step down if you’re asking me.”
Instead of calming Twilight down, Asclepius’s words only seemed to cause her further distress. She squirmed on top of him, her wings giving a few half-hearted flaps as her tail slapped against his legs.
“But do you think you’d always think like that?” she asked, insistent. “What if we both get older and we can’t stand each other? Or what if one of us gets fat? Or what if I start doing something you don’t like? Or—”
With each question, Twilight began to lose what little composure she had. Tears spilled from her eyes and fell from her face. She started sniffling, and her lip quivered. She rocked back and forth on top of Asclepius, her wings tensing and flexing as if she wanted to fly away.
Asclepius stared down quietly as she worked herself up more and more, her questions becoming more nonsensical and filled with barely contained sobs. Sighing, he cupped her face, stopping her from talking.
“Twilight, I think this whole relationship thing is scary,” he said. “And I don’t mean the kind of scary that you can just laugh after it’s all over either.”
He smiled as best as he could, using his thumb to wipe a bit of snot dripping from Twilight’s nose and wiping it against the blanket.
“Not too long ago I was really against the idea of relationships of any kind. I’ve seen what happens to people that try to love someone else for too long. Good friends of mine have had their lives ruined, some end up hating the people that they said they loved. I knew a girl that had to leave the state to get away from her boyfriend. I also knew a guy that tried to blow his brains out because he found out his girlfriend was sleeping with his best friend.”
He looked away from Twilight, his face showing signs of discomfort.
“When the two of us got together I was scared; as scared as I’ve ever been in my whole life. You’re smart, you’re beautiful, you like the things that I like and you honestly make me happy. I knew that you were the best thing that had ever and probably will ever happen to me.” Asclepius’s shoulders sagged. “I also know that you could have any mare or stallion that you wanted, and if I ever got home early or followed you to someplace and found you with someone else I knew deep down that it’d kill me. I probably wouldn’t like the thing that was left after either.”
Asclepius said nothing for a few moments. Suddenly he turned toward Twilight and smiled.
“I don’t know what’ll happen in ten years or even a day. I don’t know if the two of us will end up hating each other or if you’ll end up turning me into a frog or anything like that. But what I do know if that whenever I see you, or hear you, or feel you on top of me—”
He gave her cheek a little pat.
“—I stop remembering all of the bad things that happened to people I knew, and I stop from thinking all of those horrible things. When you smile at me I even stop being as scared.” Nodding to himself, Asclepius leaned back against his pillows, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m just gotta take it a day at a time I think. Anymore and I’m liable to give myself an ulcer or something.”
Twilight sniffled. Wiping her nose with a hoof, she nudged the bottom of Asclepius’s chin with her muzzle. “Asclepius?”
“Hmm?”
“Could you sit up for a second please?”
Asclepius did as he was asked, sitting up with her in his arms. “Like this, hon?”
Twilight nodded, unfurling her wings. While they weren’t as large as any of the other princesses, her wings were still massive by pony standards.
Nuzzling his chin, Twilight wrapped her wings around him as well as her forelegs. She nuzzled both sides of his neck, letting out a knicker as she did so. Then, looking deep into his eyes, she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. Asclepius returned the kiss without a second though, leaning back against his pillows as Twilight laid her head next to his.
“Asclepius?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you wanna get married?”
Asclepius looked down at the pony in his arms. He very nearly snorted at the question as he placed his hands under the pits of her wings.
“If you want. I’ll look horrible in a suit though.”
“You look great in anything that you put on,” Twilight replied. “And you’ll look fantastic, if Rarity has anything to say about it.”
“I guess you’re right,” Asclepius said, running his fingers through her soft fur. “We’ll go and look at rings tomorrow.”
“We won’t need to,” Twilight said, rubbing the side of her head against his chest. “I bought us a set of rings months ago.”
“Good,” Asclepius said, closing his eyes. “I’d have let you pick the rings anyway. I’m awful at that kind of stuff.”
With a smile, the tip of Twilight’s horn glowed. The blanket was lifted into the air and placed on top of the two. With another spell, the bedroom door was locked and the window blinds were closed, bathing the room in comforting darkness.
“Asclepius?”
“Yes, hon?”
“I love you.”
“Love you too.”
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This was fucking adorable. My god, the sheer sweetness of it all is threatening diabetes in my face. If it doesn't get featured, I'm calling crap on the algorithms.
Huh... Short and sweet
I found this in the RGRE group. I don't know why.
>Inb4 featured
lol dat downvote
Think Ill fav this one and save it....
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I found this in the Mentally Deficient Authors group.........no comment
Hmhmhmh. I can relate for some reason.
Change the human's name to Anon and there'd be no difference.
Fishing is not one of Twilight's strong suites.
Adorkable Twi is best Twi. I love the little Book Horse.
One little question though:
Dorks Oughtta Rule Kinky Sex?
Sweet
Adorable and wonderful
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I'm pretty sure that's a reference to No, I Am Not A Brony, Get Me Outta Equestria!, specifically these chapters TD Trolls the Canterlot Intellectual Elite and the follow-up bonus chapter Non Canon Deleted SceneTD Trolls the D.O.R.K.S. Part II
This story is so sweet it's painful.
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).
Ah. That probably explains why I didn't get it. My only exposure to the Non-Bronyverse is that one crossover with the Winningverse (which, not coincidentally, is also my only exposure to the Winningverse, though I am sorely tempted to try The Incredibly Grumpy Life of a Weather Pony, if for no other reason than it involves Best Pegasus - AKA Raindrops
in other words, she meant to ask him months ago, and kept worrying over it over an dover till eventually this story happened. basically, she panicked for months and this nights questioning was all about asking him to marry her. silly twi
herk
clutches chest
keels over from diabeetus
...
wooorth it
-Ru
D’awww.
Asclepius...... One of the more creative names I've read on here.
‘‘Twas a heartfelt story to break a stone heart,” This Guy
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Not mine, my heart's made of hard granite and it's gonna take a lot more than this to even chip it.
An excellent chapter. Worthy of inclusion among the best human/pony romances.
Keep up the good work. Deus tecum.
I came in expecting feels, and I got what I expected and more
Interesting name for the human, but good story. I approve.
MMMmmmm~
This fic was like a well matured cheddar cheese. Delicious.
One major grip that I feel has to be addressed on OC-featuring one-shots that tempt emotionally-heavy shenanigans is pathos.
I mean no offense to you, author, but why the fuck should I care about Asclepius and Twi's relationship? I mean, I can sympathize with the fear of a relationship in bloom (and its many good and bad consequences), but there's nothing in this story that makes me feel anything (neither good nor bad) about this protagonist. We don't have time to empathize with him (or her, for that matter; you just get a free pass on this because her pathos is already established via the show). That leads to me not caring about how sweet he is towards bookhorse or how Twitwo is sweet towards übermensch.
But then again. There are stories whose sole purpose is being written. And that's completely okay too.
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I can see your point, but I think it's kinda invalid here because the story isn't about the DEVELOPMENT of their relationship. This story's intent wasn't about showing a relationship form or progress, it was just a commentary about the fears new couples have. In order to express that message, and just that alone, one doesn't need the development of a relationship because in order to teach a lesson about relationships, one just needs to say "Imagine these two characters are in a relationship." The author used an OC as one of the two characters, and that's A-okay, that was his decision, but the MAIN focus of the story was the commentary and the fears of new couples, and he displayed that excellently in this one-shot.
I completely agree with you on your point that development of relationship is important, but it just wasn't important here, and for this story's purpose, it didn't need to be. We as readers aren't supposed to care about the relationship, we're supposed to observe it and learn from it. You see where I'm coming from?
oh my heart.
Asclepius is the Greek god of medicine.
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Did you read the last paragraph I wrote?
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Yeah, I did. Just wanted to give my two cents.
Fair enough.
We all know that feeling...
Makes sense.
Unless you are talking about changelings, they can literally be anyone. (Thorax was once a rock...)
Had anyone told you the cover is both sad and cute?
...
This is how much I've had to censor myself about my thoughts on this chapter...
That is how many feels you made me feel.
I think Twilight's question is made even more painful by her being with someone other than a pony in the first place.
If she were with a fellow pony, her "Would you still love me if..." would just be fretting from her low self-image. Which already stabs the aorta more than a little bit. Fine.
The questions that follow also include the subtext of, "Is this real enough to last life's changes," to which he gives a fair (if clumsy) answer. Also fine.
But because her lover is a human, her questions also include an even worse worry: "Am I just a kink?"
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow...
And she bought rings months ago? She's been worrying about this, afraid to ask, but wanting to marry him, but being scared it was only real for her and not him, but being madly in love, but etc. etc. etc..... for months?
Oy. Poor kid.
I'm not usually much into humans-in-pony-world stories, but this really, really worked.
Ow.
This is amazing. Poor Twilight and her insecurities.
2 notes though. What the hell sort of a name is "Asclepius" Couldn't you have picked something easier to pronounce?
Also this needs a romance tag.
“I bought us a set of rings months ago.” Uhhhh.... What if he didn't love her? o.o So, she bought the rings assuming that they we're going to get married? I liked your story a lot, I'm just wondering in a humorous way, not trying to be an asshole or anything, I thought that was kinda shocking and funny. Lol
Reading this, something just seemed profoundly... off, and I couldn't exactly tell what. I know on a scale of ground level to through the roof, Twilight's neuroticism is somewhere in the stratosphere, but asking her human boyfriend if he'd still love her if she wasn't a pony seems like it answers itself; he pretty thoroughly loves her, given that doing so ensures he isn't going to be passing on his genetic code through reproduction (at least without some magic macguffin BS). If he loves her in spite of her not having any of the physiological characteristics that would trigger so much as initial attraction, it's because he loves Twilight for who she is, not what species she is.
So then I looked over it again, and I picked up on this:
There we go...
This is just Twilight projecting her hypergamy, isn't it?
Definition time: projection in this instance (taken directly from Dictionary.com) is "The attribution of one's own attitudes, feelings, or desires to someone or something as a naive or unconscious defense against anxiety or guilt." For example: Hillary Clinton spinning the myth that Donald Trump colluded with Russia to steal the 2016 Presidential election when she was the one who sold the sovs enough uranium to nuke the North American continent off the planet. The less known but more relevant word, Hypergamy, is the intrinsic female compulsion to pair bound with a mate (or just mate with someone) with higher sexual market value than them, be they someone with higher social status, more money, more strength, more physical appeal than their peers, more suitors chasing after them, or what have you. That right there is half the reason why the unreadable, unspeakable atrocity 50 Shades of Grey sold one hundred mother fucking million copies. (The other half is that a disturbing number of women love being treated like shit.)
Here's what I'm getting at: is Twilight asking if Asclepious (why that name?) would leave her if a better deal came along because that's what she herself would be inclined to do?
If Asclepious was inclined to seek Celestia's fancy, and if he even had the standing to attempt such, he'd have tried to win it. However, he clearly isn't someone with a whole lot of status; anyone who has the time to squander three hours in bed isn't someone with a lot of responsibilities or duties that require their attention. So, if someone came along that makes Twilight feel just as twitterpated, but said newcomer, among one or more of the following things, is more handsome, has more money, more standing in the community, commands more respect, or could rut her pony butt better, would she leave Asclepious, and is all the hysteria her response to realizing that she indeed would?
Put from that perspective, pieces seem to fall into place... and it doesn't paint a pretty picture. Like with Twilight asking if their relationship might fall apart if she started doing something that he doesn't like: I'm pretty sure he doesn't like being threatened with ice water to get out of bed, especially considering how much he values slothfulness, and yet their relationship still stands (for the moment...), but if she's still worried mere petty annoyance will collapse the whole house of cards, doesn't that say more about how frail she thinks the entire arrangement is due to the aforementioned hypergamy problem than the fealty of her boyfriend is a liability to it?
Am I reading to much into this? Have the red pills of reality I've taken warped my perspective beyond clarity? Have I been blinded by my own gifts of insight?
Am I wrong? Have I run to far to get home? Have I gone? Left you here alone?
- Christian 'If I would, could you?' Harisay
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This is twilight sparkle we are talking about, if you think about it, it wouldn't be surprising if she thought that far ahead and expected the best results.
D'aww.
Cute
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i think it is more of twilight being insecure in thinking she isnt as worthy and ya you have to becareful in not letting your insight be clouded. ive seen plenty of people get red pilled yet let it become poisonous. Yes there is some real screwed up stuff with the world but it doesnt mean everything is malicious. It is like with paranoia, it is good to be cautious with your safety but it can go to far.
8996665 I noted the crux of the conflict is Twilight's insecurity and neuroticism in my initial comment ("I know on a scale of ground level to through the roof, Twilight's neuroticism is somewhere in the stratosphere"), but that contention is mere surface level; I'm trying to fish up the krakens that cause the waves. You can't slay a beast you can't see, nor can you cure the symptoms without destroying the disease.
I also admitted that I might just be as neurotic and insecure as Twilight herself. The very act of questioning myself is an admission of my own fallibility. But paranoia is only delusion when there is no danger and no one is out to get you. Evil, is, everywhere: even in you, me, and the people we love... especially in the people we think it's safe to love.
The only way to get a knife called betrayal in your back is through trust.
- Christian 'By Myself' Harisay
I need to punch some angel rabbits to get my manliness back after reading this
this is very thoughtful
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does that mean you are a changeling?
anyways, I completely agree with you.
time to go to sleep for the night!
I really liked this story
Shit, I aww'd.
Just take the Goddamn upvote.
This was so fuggin cute.