• Published 27th Nov 2019
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Domestic Drabbles of Discord's Dimension - GeekCat

The domestic life of Fluttershy and Discord...who knows what could happen?

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Breakfast Blues

Fluttershy yawned quietly as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Purple light was streaming in softly from the window in their bedroom. As she breathed in the early morning air, she felt a weight on her chest, a slight pressure.

She glanced down, and of course, there was Discord's paw, wrapped around her torso. Her husband was still snoring softly behind her, and a small grin spread on her face.

Alright, I can do this!, she thought. She carefully lifted his paw off of her, placing a large, white pillow underneath it. She slid towards the edge of the bed, trying not to rustle the covers as she went.

A smile spread on her face as her hooves made contact with the floorboards...A smile that fell as several of them squeaked loudly under her.

Discord's ears flicked, and he quietly snorted as his snoring came to a halt. He woke up, yawning loudly and stretching. Fluttershy thought, Maybe I could⁠—

But Discord's red-and-yellow eyes were already focused on her. "Ah, good morning, my dear!," he said cheerfully. "Come here, come here!" He waved her close to him.

She obliged, crawling back onto the bed. He pulled her close to him, giving her a small kiss on the cheek. "You're up early," he murmured.

She blushed. "It's not that early...is it?"

He shrugged. "I don't actually know what time it is. Just seemed like the right thing to say." She couldn't help but giggle, making a grin spread on Discord's face. "Anyway, now that you're up..."

He snapped his fingers, and a large stack of pancakes appeared in front of Fluttershy, giving off small wisps of steam. Next to them, on the silver tray which sat comfortably in her lap, was a tall glass of chocolate milk, and a decently-sized orange.

Her stomach growled, causing her to blush and Discord to chuckle. As she dug into the meal, she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed in herself.

Maybe tomorrow...

Pinkish light danced over Fluttershy's face as her eyes fluttered open. With a yawn, she glanced over to her husband's side of the bed...only to find him missing.

For a second, she was worried. It disappeared immediately, though, since she knew that Discord would often disappear to do unknown things, and that he was fully capable of handling himself. Then, a smile spread on her face. She had woken up a bit earlier today, and if he wasn't here...!

She scrambled out of bed, poking her head out of the bedroom door and glancing around. Seeing that the coast was clear, she flew down the tunnel quietly, keeping her eyes peeled for Discord.

The grin on her face grew wide when she made it to the pale yellow doors she had been searching for. She still hadn't seen any trace of Discord. She reached out with a hoof and slowly began to open the door.

Today, I can finally— Her train of thought was cut off as she entered the room. This was their kitchen, with its tile floor of ever-shifting colors and impossibly spacious counters, the pastel-painted walls lined with various drawers and cupboards.

But to her surprise, the kitchen was already in use. The smell of pastries wafted from the oven, while pancakes sizzled in dozens of pans on the stovetop. Fruits, exotic and local, were flying out of the fridge and the cupboards and into colorful bowls laid out on the unique table in the middle of the room.

And Discord was right in the middle of it all, humming merrily and coordinating everything with small flicks of his fingers.

Fluttershy silently bemoaned her bad luck. Why wouldn't Discord be in the kitchen? She slowly tried to slink out of the room, feeling a bit put out, but her husband's ear twitched, and he turned to face her. His face lit up.

"Fluttershy!," he cried. "Good morning, my dear! Come in, don't be so shy!"

She approached him, smiling softly at his enthusiasm. He gestured to the table, covered in fruits, pastries, and pancakes. "I thought I'd make us a little treat today," he said, looking pleased with himself.

She glanced at the towers of food, covering the entire tabletop. "I...don't think it's little," she said quietly. "Oh, Discord, are you sure we can eat all of this?"

He grinned. "I think you underestimate my appetite. But hey, that pile isn't going to get any smaller! How about we dig in?" He held a chair out for her, sliding a large plate of pancakes and a bowl of fruits in front of her once she had taken her place.

It took them quite some time to get through all the food, and both of them were stuffed afterwards. The room was filled with small chatter as they ate, the two of them telling each other about crazy dreams and what plans they had for the day. Everything was delicious.

But though she kept it hidden from Discord, Fluttershy was still disappointed in herself.

The next day, Fluttershy woke up before any color of light was able to dance across her eyelids. Her goal immediately flashed through her mind. She glance over at her husband, hoping that this time, he was asleep in bed.

Thankfully, he was...and with his back turned to her, even! She let out a sigh of relief, and began shifting towards the edge of the bed. Every time Discord snored, or shifted slightly, she froze, hoping he wasn't waking up. He wasn't, and would go right back to peacefully breathing deeply.

She sighed softly as she made it to the edge of the bed. All she had to do was slip out from the covers and out the door. It was the furthest she'd ever gotten. Her hoof carefully slipped out from the bedsheets, extending towards the bedroom floor.

Finally, I can—

Suddenly, the covers over her shifted. She quickly glanced behind her, expecting and worried to see Discord, waking up and stretching. To her relief, his eyes were still closed as he shifted in bed, rolling over to face her.

That relief disappeared as his claw began fumbling around in front of him, his brows starting to furrow in concentration. He shifted again, rolling a bit closer to her. She held her breath, waiting for him to stop moving and settle back into his deep slumber.

Then he grabbed her.

A soft squeak escaped her throat as his claw pulled her closer to him, crushing her against his chest. His muzzle buried itself into her mane, and he stopped shuffling. She could feel his warm breath, and his chest's rising and falling, as he stopped moving and began breathing deeply and calmly once again.

Frustration was building up inside of her, throbbing in her throat and chest. Even asleep, he still managed to stop her!

She was at her wits' end. She needed help, if she wanted to get anywhere. With a sigh, she curled closer to Discord, thinking of who she could talk to. His soft breathing lulled her back to sleep as she thought.

But once they had woken up and he had materialized her some breakfast (waffles and apple slices), she had the beginnings of a plan in mind.

The doorbell gave a soft chime as Fluttershy stepped into Sugarcube Corner. Pound Cake's head rose, and the young teen offered her a smile. "Miss Fluttershy!," he said. "What can I do for you?"

"Um, do you know where Pinkie Pie is?," she asked quietly. Pound Cake nodded eagerly and went further into the shop, coming out with one of her best friends in tow.

The pink mare's face lit up at the site of Fluttershy. "Hi, Shy! What's up?"

Fluttershy bit her lip. "Pinkie...can I talk with you about something?"

Pinkie blinked, but quickly nodded and led them to a booth in one of the back corners. She smiled as Fluttershy took a seat and began fiddling with her hooves. "What's up, Shy?"

Fluttershy sighed. "I...I need some advice. I've run out of ideas, and I'm not sure what to do..."

Pinkie raised an eyebrow. "What kind of advice?"

She shifted her wings, fiddling with her hooves. "It's...it's about Discord." Pinkie was quiet, waiting for her to continue. "Every morning, he's so sweet. He'll make me breakfast in bed, or cook up a feast for us...or both. He greets me with a kiss, never wakes me when he gets out of bed..."

Pinkie blinked, her brows furrowing. "I'm not sure what I can say about that. It sounds perfect!"

Fluttershy quickly nodded. "Yes, of course! It's just..." She sighed. "Every morning, I've been trying to make him breakfast before he wakes up, so that I can surprise him with something nice for once. But every time I try...I can't. He wakes up early to surprise me, he wakes up when I get out of bed, he snuggles against me so I don't want to leave—" She covered her mouth with a hoof, blushing.

Pinkie held a hoof to her chin in thought. "You really want to make him breakfast, don't you?" Fluttershy nodded. "Why don't you just tell him? That way, he won't stop you accidentally."

Fluttershy rubbed her hooves together. "I...I don't know. I wanted to surprise him..."

Her friend sighed. "Fluttershy, you're married to the embodiment of chaos. I don't think surprising him is going to be possible. Besides, wouldn't you feel better if you talked about this with Discord?"

She looked down. "I'll...think about it. Thank you, Pinkie."

And think about it she did. It kept her up that night, long after Discord had already curled around her and fallen asleep. She was still thinking as his warmth helped her drift off to sleep, and when the bright morning light woke her up.

With a soft sigh, she tried again to crawl out of her husband's grasp. To nopony's surprise, he began to shift and grumble as soon as she was out of his arms, and he was quickly blinking awake himself. He smiled softly at her, leaning up on his elbows to lean up and give her a kiss.

"Good morning," he whispered against her lips. "You want breakfast?"

"Mmm." She still felt disappointed in herself.

Discord snapped, and a tray of waffles and pancakes appeared in her lap. He snapped up his own plates and dug in, glancing over at her. She prodded the fluffy baked goods with her fork, taking small bites. Everything was delicious, but it didn't make her feel any less disappointed in herself.

Discord slowly set his fork down. "Fluttershy...is something wrong? You seem down today."

She looked down, avoiding his eyes. She thought about what Pinkie had said yesterday, and let out a sigh. "Discord...I..." A deep breath. "I love how sweet you are you me. I love how you make me breakfast in bed. But...I feel like I haven't done anything to thank you. I...I've being trying to surprise you with breakfast in bed. But every morning, I fail. And...and I just feel bad that I can't do anything for you in return."

The room was silent. She was too nervous to look at him. The silence was broken when she let out a small 'eep' as Discord laid his muzzle on top of her head.

"My dear sweet Fluttershy," he sighed. "You don't need to do anything for me. Just choosing to be by my side is all I could ever ask from you." He kissed the top of her head. "I love you, and I express it in any way I can. Just knowing that you love me in return is all I need to make me happy."

She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch with a sigh. "I just...I still want to do something for you. Because I love you."

He chuckled. "And that's why I keep making breakfast for you. I thought it made you happy, so I did it as much as I could."

She nodded swiftly. "It does make me happy! But..."

With a hum, he pulled away, though her kept a hand on top of her head. She turned to look at him, and saw him stroking his goatee in thought, a smirk forming on his face. "What is it?," she asked, causing him to grin, a gleam of an idea in his eyes.

Fluttershy smiled as she threw a hooffull of blueberries into the pancake batter she was mixing. Nodding in satisfaction, she slid the bowl down the counter, closer to the oven.

Discord caught it and summoned a skillet, pouring the batter in while he positioned the skillet on the oven, next to the other two that already had sizzling batter in them. Fluttershy came closer, breathing deeply the scent of pancakes intermingled with fruit and chocolate.

Discord smiled as he started flipping some of the pancakes dramatically, juggling them in the air and catching them in different pans. Fluttershy giggled, then reached over him to carefully flip a few of the more well-done pancakes he had missed.

In the end, they made three towering plates of pancakes together, which they barely managed to get through. The next morning, Fluttershy woke up and chose to snuggle against Discord until he awoke, before they headed down to make waffles together.

At that was how it went every morning: the two of them, waking up to make breakfast together.

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