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secret-time-is-here · 4 years

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The King and his Aid

Chapter 11: My happy end

This is, according to Ao3, the longest series I’ve written so far, coming at roughly 45K. I’m actually extremely happy with this end. Most of the time I’m mad because I’m unsure of how to end it, but while finishing up on the fanfic “Let’s talk” a oneshot I’ll be posting next week, it hit me and it was perfect.

This ending is a near complete closure, and actually loops back to the very first chapter if you want to read it again. I honestly wanted to cry rereading the last bit of it. Hope you enjoy! Also, tell me how you liked the series, I’d love some asks :)

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While it may sound weird, almost getting caught for being gay was probably one of the best days in his life. Setting in motion so many things that made his life amazing. While they did have to travel and move ridiculously far from where they first arrived in america-classic definitely not happy with being stuck in a small kennel for some of the train rides. Hopping on and off of them to get across the country, but eventually, they did settle down again.

After months, they did find a small town that spread for miles of farmland, and with their leftover money, they bought several large acres of land in the backroads, hidden away by a long trek of trees with plenty of lands for them to start anew. On top of that, this time they didn’t need to worry about a house, a large farmhouse with an even bigger barn nearby. Plenty of rooms for them all, Gary and Roger following with them across the country, not wanting to lose either of them.

Years passed as they built up their farm, and one day, a runaway came, asking for help. Only wishing for shelter that night and nothing more, with some talking, the child ending up staying with them for much, much longer.

Tomas became their child, also unsure of their gay relationship at first, but quickly warming up to them and soon calling them his parents. More years passed, and his brother visited. The cousins finally met, and thankfully, Tomas and Martin got along wonderfully, despite some age difference.

There was good news that his brother and in-law brought with them however, Dean had stepped down, and in his place Martin was coronated and quickly changed all the absurd laws they had. Why did they even have a law about not being able to fish on the back of an animal? Nothing Martin could find gave any reason to have it!

Mainly, Martin changed all the laws on what he had found was called the LGBT+ community. It was nice to be able to call it something. To say they were apart of LGBT+, to know they weren’t the only ones out there that had to hide their lives away. Even better, Cecil was able to officially come out to the kingdom, and much like Edwin did when Neil was sick, basically give a giant middle finger to the court.

While Cecil was unable to show his true gender outside the kingdom, within the kingdom he was greatly accepted. A lot of the elders not understanding, but due to Martin pulling strings since he was young and able to understand the subject, near every adult and every child accepted him. With Ian as head, changing all the laws and putting new ones in place to protect LGBT+ was the easiest thing in the world!

Despite Dean’s pestering, and the new law that Martin helped to make, he stayed at the farmhouse. Whether he could legally be with Edwin or not in his home kingdom, this is where he belonged. It wasn’t too long after, that, with more than likely Dean and Cecil’s help by looking at the ring, Edwin proposed to him. They may never be able to get married, but being able to simple think that Edwin is his fiance was more than enough.

Then, something amazing happened. Across the world, laws started changing, although Martin was quick to correct him that they had been changing for ages some years, using evidence of prospering cities states and countries elsewhere with open LGBT+ communities to the court a big factor in allowing him to change the law in the first place.

Even better: The area Neil and Edwin lived in became an open community, and they began to plan their wedding near immediately.

“Do I look okay?” His brother laughed.

“Neil, never change.” Dean continued to chuckle, Cecil joining in, “You look perfect.” The former King continued as Cecil walked up, fixing his suit and making sure it was straight.

“Ce, I know you’re trying, but, I don’t think no matter how you try. It’s not gonna be straight.” Cecil gave Neil a knowing look, accompanied by a few more chuckles, “That suit treating you well?”

“It may not be my own wedding, but it’s wonderful to wear, for once, I fell so comfortable.” Cecil smiled, doing a quick spin in the light lilac suit, “Although I think if it’s too nice, Dean may get a little jealous.”

“That sounds about right.” His mother laughed as Dean pouted. The green silhouette of his brother’s and his balanced magic floating over to him. Circling him once more to make sure everything was in place.

Ian poked his head in, and closed the door behind him.

“Just a few more moments, then you will walk down the aisle together,” Ian tried to gave a genuine smile, but his fake emotions failing him.

“Thanks, Ian,” Neil spoke, giving the court head a strong hug before letting him go.

The ceremony was beautiful, and just like his dream those years back, he got to see all his friends again. Keith and Douglass hadn’t changed at all, but, a few others did, in a good way.

While Cross never really did makeup with his family, he did become closer with friends, and with the help of Keith and Dean became the new general, Keith retiring but visiting the castle often. Bernard was still Dean’s personal guard, but mainly for when he leaves the castle or big events happen, allowing him to spend time with his wife and child and give them an amazing life with the high pay.

Howard also retired, but he did so early, leaving so he could work more on the farm with his family and bakery, now making more profits there than as the head chef, they even got to see his family. The kids that were so young last time grown up, brother and wife with him as well.

Ian didn’t have much happen but works day in and day out with Martin, researching and helping out everywhere, but taking time off when Martin tells him to and adding gorgeous paintings and murals across the castle. Apparently, thanks to Ian, a symbolic mural of their story was painted across one of the castle walls, an extra path added and some landscaping done to make it an area reserved for the royal family to relax and remember.

Then, to their surprise, Ian’s wedding gift of plane tickets back to their kingdom. Tomas joining them, going to be staying with Dean, Cecil, and Martin while Neil and Edwin went to the beach house for their own honeymoon.

Together, they laid comfortably in the master suite, giggling together like children in an embrace. Happily, openly calling each other husband. Saying sweet nothings.

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Sunlight poured into the open room, breezes of early morning summer air going through. His eyes slowly opened, Edwin holding him close, and just staring at him with a kind loving smile.

“No duties?” Neil whispered with a groggy and sleepy voice.

“No list,” Edwin replied in kind.

“No meetings?”

“Just us, moon.” Edwin smiled, Neil leaning up for a slow kiss. Breaking away, Ed spoke, “Good morning, love of my life.”

“Good morning, Husband.” Neil smiled, feeling fully rested and relaxed for the first time in his life.

DONT WORRY I WANT TO CRY TOO

I’m gonna miss everyone one of these guys... :’)

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renvisualnovels · 3 years

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IDK What I did but here-

Its related to my dream once again... I JuSt HaVe TO DrAw It

Ink by @comyet

I dunno who that tall skeleton right there but I called him Ian.. I guess that will do...

#undertale #ink sans #inktale #concept art #art #sketch #digital art #I guess i have to make a comic about this #i mean i sketch a little bit of it tho #Ink was my PArtner REEEEEEEEEEEEE #partner in crime #noice

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secret-time-is-here · 4 years

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The King and his Aid

Season 2 Chapter 1: Goodbye and hello

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The pair walked together in the early morning, wheelbarrows of produce in front of them, full of plants and fresh greens. The dirt roads long and winding, but safe, their destination rewarding and their starting point secret. They shared banter as they walked, playfully flirting with each other until they grew closer to town, where their banter turned to talk. Afraid to show their real relationship.

Once they reached the market, they were quick to join the other farmers in setting up their booths, one for all the extra food they have grown, and another for the starter plants that were ready to sell.

“Alright, Ru,” The elder spoke after preparing the booth, looking around at all the vendors already selling and early customers wandering, “I’m going to go get our groceries, I’ll be back before the rush.” He promised, smiling when the other skeleton nodded, discreetly grabbing his hand and caressing it. A silent gesture of their love.

“Could you get some more purple yarn? And black thread too?” Ru spoke, voice quiet and whispering, barely heard through his scarf. Pulled up high to cover the abnormal tear tracks down his face, his hood pulled over his skull, only allowing people to see his eyes. The less to see, the less to recognize, the lower the chance they’ll be found.

“Of course,” He smiled further, “Anything else?”

“Only for you to get back quickly.” His soulmate joked, playfully punching his shoulder, tone flirtatious. “Go on, I’ll be waiting, Night.”

Neil walked off, checking over his shoulder often, more so than he probably should but just wanting to check on his glitchy. Quickly he went from vender to vender, buying the things they needed with the money they earned from their booths. Each item checked off the list, and the materials for his lover, he rushed back over to Edwin’s side.

“I didn’t mean for you to run around faster than any animal when I said get back quickly.” His love rushedly whispered to him as he grabbed some extra vegetables for a customer from their wheelbarrows, going back over to the customers before the ex-Royal had a chance to rebut.

The customer walked away and Neil walked forward, interlocking his hand with his partners under the table, gripping the rough scared hands gently. Even daring enough to slightly lean on the other.

“Just proves how much I wanted to get back to you.” He whispered back, smiling widely.

“Mhm.” Edwin hummed, used to how cheesy and romantic his boyfriend could get. “How much did it all cost?” He asked, pulling out a notebook and flipping to a half-used page.

“Thirteen twenty-five.” The elder answered simply, “How much did it set us back?”

“Well, I’ve already made twenty today, so not at all.”

“How much more until we’re able to buy those tickets? With enough money leftover.” Neil asked, resting his head on his ex-Aid’s.

“I think by the end of the day,” Edwin started, a smile in his voice, “We’ll have more than enough for those boat tickets.”

The ex-King smiled more, finally, out to a new place. Somewhere with less chance of being found! America was far from their little England town, but it was worth it. It was going to be even farther away from their family, but it could them a chance to start their own. Grow their relationship, blossom a family, die with a happy end.

It would take some packing, considering all the plants they have and what they would need to leave behind or sell, and the seeds they would have to bring with them. Even more so all the belongings they have gained over the years they’ve lived full time in their cabin. Clothes that Edwin had made, the furniture he had crafted, the books hey had bought along with the precious possessions they owned from when they were in the castle-their necklaces stashed away and safe.

“Write a letter to the family to prepare a meeting?” Error asked quietly, looking up at his best friend who nodded in agreement.

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It was late when they ventured out under the cover of night, prepared with all their belongings. Hand in hand, they teleported away, not to a dock, ready to depart for a ship, but to a house of memories.

The beach house was awake and lights on, the front windows holding shadows of people, one running out of view.

The door burst open and the next Neil knew he was on the grass with his younger brother hugging him tightly, his inlaw coming out of the house as well, a young tired boy in his arms.

“There you two are, we were starting to worry,” Cecil spoke, happiness in his voice, “But, now you’re here!” They smiled as the child in his arms started to wake.

“Ma? What’s… going on?” Little Martin asked, not so little anymore, grown bigger since the last time the ex-King had seen him. Scary to believe it’s been over half a decade. Slowly, the child starting to realize what was going on. “Uncle?” The prince asked, looking at Neil, then proceeded to look over to Edwin, “Uncles?”

Edwin sputtered in embarrassment, not expecting to be called that, much less be recognized as it. Did the bonds of their souls go that far? The ex-servant and Neil were Soulmates and had been for years, even to the point that it connected them farther than anyone would ever think, but for that connection to be recognized by other family… it was new.

For as long as the glitch could remember, he didn’t have any family, and if he did, he had no clue where. Whatever connection he had to them was severed when he was washed up onto the private shores of the Joku castle. To be called Uncle, it filled him with a sense of pride.

“You okay, Eddie?” Neil asked, chuckling softly as he stood up, going over to his lover. The darker boned gave a slow nod, a wide smile tugging at his skull.

“How have you two been brother?” Dean questioned as he lead everyone inside, escorting them all to the living room and in front of the roaring fire, warming them up from the cold summer night air.

The couches were plush and comfortable, the wood floor creaking with familiarity. Nothing was changed from the last time they were all here, and surely, it was as nostalgic for Dean and Cecil as it was for Neil and Edwin.

“We’ve been great, how about you guys?” The elder brother bantered, “This place bring back certain memories yet?” Neil directed his gaze to Martin, who looked at his uncle confused.

There was no being positive, since, after the beach house, Cecil snuck over to Dean’s room often and even more so during his pregnancy- but all four of them were near one hundred percent certain that the beach house was where Martin was conceived.

Cecil blushed brightly, and Dean gave a smirk.

“Great memories,” his brother laughed, “But, we’ve been good too! Still sad you weren’t able to make it to our wedding.”

Through letters, after Neil and Edwin had escaped, they stayed connected, and that included being told the happy news of Dean and Cecil getting married just a few years ago. The Kingdom jumping to forget about their disgrace of a King and quickly putting Dean in his role, rejoicing years later when they came to find that Martin wasn’t even Neil’s.

Sure, Cecil had cheated from their perspective, but so had Neil. At the least, they got a respectable heir, and with the help of Ian who had become head of the court as well, the whole kingdom quickly moved on from their old King. Calling off all searches and most not even remembering his name anymore.

“Yeah, but, at least we’re able to see little Martin one last time?” Edwin spoke, his glitching voice better than it used to be, Dean nodding.

“One last time?” Martin asked, “But I’ve just met you! Why do you have to leave?” The child asked, not knowing why his uncles had to leave so soon.

“They’re not leaving yet, Marty. They’re staying here with us for a week then going to America.” The child smiled brightly at being told that, his little grey eyes turning into stars, letting out a tired “Yay!” before his eyes started to close, drifting off to sleep.

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Sadly, their week went by all too fast, even as they spent all their time together. Neil and Edwin happily called Uncle Night and Uncle Ed throughout the whole of it, the couple spending all the time they could with the young one.

But the day to leave came quicker than they thought, and soon, they were on a boat to America, spending all the time in their small cabin until they made it to shore. And when they made it to shore, their new life began.

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The King and his Aid

Chapter 13: Healed and Celled (Second to last chapter...)

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The doctor watched in disgust from the doorway as his King and the pitiful aid talked, their hands intertwined, small blushes showing through on their cheeks. Why would their King be okay with this?! He has his wife- then again, he did confess to having a secret lover… no wonder he wanted to keep their identity a secret.

Nonetheless, a man should never love a man! It was unholy, against nature. Why would their great King ever allow himself to fall for such a terrible excuse for an Aid and servant! They’ve been showing signs of having something more for years! Ever since the ball, Edwin had acted so jealously, now they knew why.

“Appalling.” The other doctor spoke quietly, interrupting his thoughts. The first doctor nodded his head in agreement.

“However, we can’t separate them yet,” The first sighed, “King Neil has healed more in the past week than in the year, whether we like it or not, their souls are bound to each other and recognize the other as their mate.”

“How much longer will we allow this…” the second gestured, trying to think of the word, “...debauchery.” They snarled, hating to allow the low-life servant such closeness to their honored King. Such closeness to any of the royal family.

“Sadly, until the crack in our King’s soul is healed.” The first spoke, before their smile curved upward in a more demonic smirk, “Thankfully, that won’t be long...”

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Neil smiled again as he woke up to Edwin still by his side, hands loosely locked. Unaware of anyone else watching, he pulled his Eddie’s hand to his mouth gently kissing it and pulling it to his cheek. Letting it rest there and cradle his skull with its calming warmth.

“Wow Neil, never thought you were the romantic type.” Cecil joked, sitting in a chair nearby to him and his aid, currently feeding little Martin. He started to laugh when he saw Neil’s shocked face to the joke, the King stuttering and trying to think of some excuse, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Dean.” Cecil winked.

“Please, he’s always been a hopeless romantic,” Edwin yawned waking up, “He just doesn’t show it, no clue why though, he’s adorable when he’s trying his hardest for me.” Edwin smiled, fixing his glasses and looking at Neil with pure unadulterated love in his eyelights.

“Error!” Neil’s voice squeaked, not expecting to be complimented until he remembered something. He turned his face from embarrassed to flirty, “I’m not the one that wants to be held and carried like a teddy bear at least.”

“Oh really?~” Edwin smirked back, “I thought it was you that loved being in my muscular arms,” the aid flexed to prove his point, still having a trained body from when he was working under General Keith to become an aid.

“You two flirt too much,” Dean sighed, surprised by how his older brother was acting. He yawned a tad as well, tired from the toddler still feeding off his magic, “I swear as soon as you get better I will physically drag you two back to the summer house.” He laughed, going to sleepily kiss Ceci’s and Martin’s foreheads.

“We could just go over to our cabin instead? More privacy there than anywhere else.” Neil bargained, he hadn’t been there for months, it felt like an eternity! Usually, he would purposely make time so they could spend most of the day there each week, either cleaning the place up or simply enjoying each other’s company.

Since they found the cabin, they’ve been slowly buying furniture for it or making their own. Neil going out to buy wood and revamping it into a counter, chair, table, or even bed. Sadly, since people could easily tell who Edwin is, because of unique bone color, Neil always had to go out shopping alone. However, he enjoyed being able to buy Error little gifts and supplies.

With time and work, they worked on the cabin and cleaned it. The mold and moss scrubbed away and floors washed, cobwebs dusted away and dust wiped off all surfaces. Furniture polished and log walls taken care of. It was amazing how much color was held under the stale coating of age.

Grey everything turned to glowing pine floor, shinning cinnamon wood walls and bright fossil grey foundation. Even the roof had been cleaned off, revealing charming ruby red tiling that complemented the brown and grey house as well as the green landscape.

They even managed to nurture a garden full of herbs fruits and vegetables, the couple taking what they learned from Howard to grow their own produce. Despite Niel being bedbound, Edwin went back to their cabin every day, checking on the plants on his break and watering them as well as weeding if needed. The garden letting them learn to cook together in their little house and sell the extra produce to put toward improvements on their tiny plot of land.

“Work on the garden more? Or maybe do a bit of baking...” Edwin thought aloud, thinking about what they could do there together since it had been so long since both of them had been over there, “Speaking of, we could try and nurture some succulents, they regrow and could give us more profit for the house if we started selling started plants.” The aid talked, offering his knowledge.

Dean and Cecil looked back and forth between the two of them, unaware of the progress they had made in the past year of having the cabin.

“Since we found it, we cleaned the place up a lot and started a garden that’s been giving us produce to use and sell.” Neil explained, “We have some potted plants and flowers inside too, and I’ve been buying some books for us to store there as well. Since it’s only safe for me to go to the market.”

Dean nodded in understanding, “Learn all of the gardening stuff from Howard?”

“Yeah!” Edwin answered, a big smile on his face, “Although he thinks I only have small plants in my room, which I do have a few of… but most of them are at the cabin. I just nurture the seedlings in my room where I can give them more care daily.”

Neil smiled wider at his boyfriend’s energy, sliding an arm around his aid’s shoulders. Giving a loving peck to his cheek, to which the servant leaned into, letting himself move from the chair to reclining against the large headboard. Hands interlocking with his partners, nuzzling into his king’s body and letting Neil curl around him.

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Finally, he wasn’t bed-bound anymore, he could move on his own and the crack in his soul had healed! It took a bit to get used to walking around so much again, but with time, everything got better. That was until Edwin was torn away from him.

They had been casually talking in his study, sitting on the couch with their books and talking about them until guards and court members busted through the door and took his Eddie away.

He was banned from seeing Edwin. The whole royal family and the whole castle, except for the court, was banned from seeing him.

Slowly, he started to spend more time with Cecil and Dean, both of them doing their best to comfort him-but it never really helped. However, they started to hatch a plan together to get Edwin out of the dammed cell he was stuck in, however it would take time…

...Edwin woke up to the sound of shoes clicking across the old cracked stone of the castle’s underground cells. Used so little that they never cleaned it. So little that he was left alone in the large damp moss-filled room to rot.

For the first few days, or at least, he was guessing the first few days, he couldn’t sleep. Deprived of the comforting cold that Neil radiated, and given the wheat grain of shivering temperature while he desperately clung to the memory of bread. Even then, his memory and hope started to fade.

Bags hung under his eyes like wet towels, eyes hazy, stomach in pain-refused rations. The court intended for him to die alone. Punishment for ever thinking, ever believing he could belong with their beloved King.

The clicking sound suddenly stopped, and he looked up to see a face he could barely remember, Ian? Yeah, it was Ian. The Ink stain on his skull still as bold as ever. What was he trying to hand him? They didn’t leave him his glasses, or any of his clothes for that matter.

He felt so gross, still stuck in his clothing from the day he was taken away from his soulmate, the only one he shared a song with. The rags he was wearing hardly clothes anymore. Dirty and torn from his attempts to escape and fight back.

“It’s an apple and water,” Ian spoke softly, tone near endearing. Edwin looked up to him in confusion, crawling closer to the front of the cell as he was handed the food through the bars, “...I really don’t understand this.”

The aid nibbled at the apple, disappointed to not taste anything, but knowing it would get better with time. He hasn’t eaten anything for a few days, it was to be expected.

Ian sat down, and they made eye contact.

“I overheard the doctors talking, they’ve known about you and our King for a few months now- but, they said that your souls are bounded. That they see the other as their mate. Even though you’re both guys!” Ian yelled frustratingly, hands pulling his skull down and body curling and head near to resting on his calves, “I don’t get it! I’ve never understood emotions but this is just- just against nature!”

Edwin frowned, not appreciating what he was being told.

“...But then why would nature let it happen? Why would the possibility exist at all? I don’t understand!” He cried out again, but not as frustrated anymore, and he pulled his head back up, “But… I want to understand. The rest of the court is disgusted, to say the least, but I guess me not having a soul helps me be more open-minded.” Ian smiled, dropping his head from his hands, “How did you two start… ya know, being a thing?”

The servant’s frown turned upside down, and he took a long sip of his water before starting.

“I guess, it started after I was officially appointed his Aid.” He looked at the water bottle, swirling it around thoughtlessly, watching the liquid go counter-clockwise as his mind turned back in time, “We had a few deeper encounters after we grew closer. Cuddling together when I first came here and sleeping together for a bit even after. Even more so when neither of us could sleep- but we started to repress that when we grew older.

“I guess we really became a thing… I think a decade ago now...” Edwin smiled, “Just before the Former Queen passed, although I think she always knew something was up between us...”

“What happened?” Ian curiously asked, his false emotions coming into play.

“Neil had nothing to do for the day, so we got up and ready and asked the Queen if we could go out into the woods together, Neil being 16 at the time and me 15, we could go alone without any guards. Neil brought his rifle along and I had my gun too, of course, we expected to do some hunting, but ended up finding my old shelter instead...”

“... Your old shelter?”

“Neil found me when I was 8, living under driftwood I collected and propped against a tree. I don’t remember any of my life before that sadly...” Edwin looked off into space for a moment, trying to recall anything from his life before Neil, but failing. “Anyhow, we talked there for a while until we started talking about romantic stuff. Crushes and what not…

“We agreed that we felt close to each other, but the two of tried to deny any romantic feelings… but soon it became apparent we were crushing hard on each other.” The aid let his eyes slide shut, reliving the moment in his mind, “Then, we agreed on something I didn’t expect would ever come up, starting a secret relationship.

“That’s the first time we kissed, in the spur of the moment, I just leaned up and did it.” He laughed, remembering how nervous he was, but also remembering how the nerves washed away when Neil’s arms wrapped around his neck and he reciprocated the kiss, Edwin’s own arms wrapping around the royals neck as well. “It was loving and sweet, and so has ever kiss since.” A blue blush started to show on his skull, “He shows me pure love and makes sure I know he loves me. It adorable to see how flustered he acts when I do the same.”

Ian sat there, trying to understand.

“So… it’s a normal relationship...” The servant nodded, “No gender roles? Or expectations?”

“Nope!” The aid smiled widely, “We just do our best to keep each other happy and healthy, as well as our relationship. Creating a strong bond of trust.”

“I guess… same couples… aren’t as bad as we’ve made them out to be...” Ian rubbed his shoulder, seeming to deeply regret ever helping to promote suppression of homosexual couples.

“What matters is you’re trying to understand, Ian,” Edwin smiled, “It’s more than I could ever ask for.”A bloody tear rolled down his cheek, and he smiled brighter. Pushing past the pain as Ian gave him a sympathetic expression.

“I’ll help you as much as I can.” Ian decided, making a pinkie promise to Edwin, curling their finger together through the gaps in the bars. A second, silent promise to do everything in his power to get Edwin and Neil back together.

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The King and his Aid

Chapter 9: Breaking down

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People yelled outside in the corridors, frantic and hurried, trying to get the wedding to start on time and finishing last-minute preparations. Inside his changing room, a small unused servant’s room, he was sluggish in preparing. Trying to delay the wedding as much as he could.

Beside him, helping him as much as he could, was his aid. His servant holding the same grim expression as he did, they both wanted to avoid his wedding, but then they’d give away their relationship. Then neither of them would be alive enough to fight against the court. If they ran away without warning, maybe they could make it, but then they’d have nowhere to go.

They had their cabin, yes, but it was ill-equipped, no survival tools, food, or money was hidden away there. Something to consider doing in the future.

The King to be turned to his aid, giving him a sorrowful look, one that begged for any help in this situation. Edwin gave him a tight hug, and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, trying to comfort the taller past the bounds he had. Stepping past what he could do best and trying anything to make his lover happier.

His purple tears started to fall, and he held onto his best friend for dear life, clinging and wanting to never let go. His servant’s own tears started to flow as he refused to accept he couldn’t help Neil at all.

They let time pass and their tears dry before they let go of each other, pressing soft kisses against the other’s face, again and again, trying to show in their actions rather than words that they would forever love each other no matter what happened.

Knocking sounded and they reluctantly parted, Edwin gave a reassuring squeeze before letting go, knowing that he was not allowed to attend the ceremony or coronation. Something his Prince had testified against time and time again but to no avail. Not a single servant was to be there, only Royals high classmen and guards. Out of all the people he knew, only his number one wasn’t permitted to attend his wedding. The wedding he was being forced to.

His fiance and brother had even tried to testify with him, but even they weren’t able to make it through the high court. The decision was set in stone, and no one was going to pull the sword out of it.

“Come in.” He commanded, rubbing his cheekbones to remove any trace of tears, struggling to keep his eyes focused and not let anymore fall down his face.

Ian appeared before him, taking a glance at Edwin before telling the King to be he had five minutes until it was time for him to wait at the altar. He didn’t get a chance to say thank you before the painter left, likely going off to find his seat among the many rows of pews.

“Well, my Night,” Edwin started, his expression and tone bittersweet, “This is the last of us, huh?”

“No.”

“You’re going to have Cecil, my Prince,” His voice cracked a moment, and a tear fell down the side of his skull, “You won’t want nor need me anymore, you Highness.”

Without thinking or hesitating, he pulled the servant back into his arms and pressed a harsh kiss to his mouth, retreating before the aid had any time to react-pulling him impossibly closer.

“Nothing. I repeat NOTHING. Will ever separate or stop me from loving you, Glitchy.” He sternly spoke, voice low, intending for only Edwin to ever be allowed to hear it, “You’re my number one, and although I don’t like to order you, I command you to never forget it.”

“Nighty...”

Serval knocks rung out, and someone called for him to come down to the altar.

“I love you,” Edwin whispered

“I love you too. Forever.” Neil promised

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The wedding went by far to slow, and the whole time he could only feel Cecil and his discomfort, his soul breaking further. Tearing itself apart and crying out. If Dean could, he would’ve torn his brother away from the ceremony and brought him to his lover, his soul desperate and crying out to its other half.

A part of the ceremony had his soul tear a little faster. As the priest went through the motions, during a line of it, Cecil gave him a low glare mixed with a worried look, “Through sickness and in health.” Neil nearly laughed aloud at it. His soul was tearing at the seams as the priest talked about their health during a forced and arranged marriage, what a coincidence.

Thankfully, the coronation afterward went by fast, and he was crowned King, his now wife becoming Queen-the title making Cecil flinch harshly as he heard it.

However, quickly after, they were sent off on their HoneyMoon, a large Beach house sitting on private shores and snug next to forest and mountain, a place only available if you went through backroads through the Royal Joku castle.

Now they were married.

Now they had expectations.

“Neil?” Slowly, he looked up to Cecil, who was comfortably wearing one of his pajama sets. While it didn’t fit his feminine body, it made him happy, and they may not love each other, but the least he could do was make sure his friend was happy.

“Hm?” Shyly, his wife sat down.

“What are we going to do about the whole, heir thing?” That’s what Neil was running in circles about himself, “I mean, I’m not sexually attracted to anyone- and well, you’re not sexually attracted to women.”

“I don’t know, C.” The King gave in, posture slumping and skull in his hands, “I really don’t know.”

“Try and find a kid that looks like us from the orphanage?” Cecil joked

“They expect you to get pregnant, the Kingdom will try and publicize every little detail about it. From getting clothes to the baby shower to the kid’s birth.”

“Make it look like I’m pregnant?”

“They’ll follow the trimesters and press doctors for the due date and how you’re doing.”

“We really have no choice.” Cecil finally stated, not bothering to question it anymore. They had no loophole. They can’t hide the child until it’s born. Can’t go undercover and adopt a child, no matter how much they pay off the orphanage. The press has been eating up anything having to do with the royal family since he chose a wife.

They haven’t gotten any news from the Royal family since his own mother’s birth, his and his brother’s conception a complete secret and respectfully so. If anyone outside the few that knew found out the fact they weren’t conceived and that their mother really didn’t have a secret lover that kept her from getting married, they would go ballistic.

Yes, he did have a secret lover, and he loved Edwin dearly and until the day he died, but they would expect children from him. They would expect biological children. How are supposed to do that with two guys?

They have magic, yes, but their genders are set and aren’t changing. No matter what Cecil does, he will always physically be a girl. Maybe decades in the future they could get surgery to physically change their sex, but not in the late 1930s, and especially not with a Royal in a society where sex change wasn’t accepted.

“If it helps,” Cecil started, both of the dreading what they had to do for the Kingdom’s sake, “I’ll always be a guy, just, in every way but physically.”

“Yeah...”

“You want this with Edwin, don’t you?”

“Always. Nothing will change my love for him.” Neil stated, growing a tad defensive on the subject.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to offend, I just,” The Queen started to turn nervous, “didn’t know how to bring up...” This started to catch the King’s attention, eyebrow quirking in confusion, “Dean and I managed to get the court to allow Edwin and him to come on the second day of our stay here.”

Cecil gave a small smile, trying his best to make Neil happy, and he did just that.

While the King wasn’t the most expressive, if Dean or Edwin saw him, they would say in a heartbeat that he was ecstatic and if he were a little less mature, would be bouncy of the walls like a toddler boy.

They were to be at the beach house for two weeks, and nearly all of that Edwin was going to be with him! Just maybe, he could enjoy a honeymoon with his number one.

NOTES:

So yeah, I'm not a fan of Mpreg/ Magic preg/ MalePreg whatever, but I had to make it work for the story, so that's why Ccino or Cecil is Transgender. I made it work better than I thought I would, considering I only have one trans friend and I don't really have much contact with them, most of this was just based off what I think being transgender is, so PLEASE correct me if I'm wrong about anything. Also, now you all finally have the year of which this takes place and for the theorizers out there that pick apart series-because I know I do-you should be able to put together a timeline if you pick up on all the subtle hints and dates around.

Nightmare and Dean belong to @jokublog

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Ccino belongs to @black-nyanko

Ink belongs to @comyet

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The King and his Aid

Chapter 8: Happiness is with you

Notes for characters at the end.

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The boring talk of the court washed over him, nothing but background noise to the sounds of his soul beat and the gentle glide of his rough hands against Edwin’s soft gloves. Their hands stealthily interlocked underneath the table. A silent conversation speaking of love and want. Their faces blank aside from the slight tug of a smile, one only noticed by the other two Royals in the room. Both of which happy for them.

Slowly, they traced letters into the other’s palm, promising and screaming all their souls worth, a thing they would never be able to under the roof of their society. The phobia of anything different, the fear of someone breaking the mold. It’s not like he could care anymore.

He’s broken the mold since his creation.

Nodding on occasion and paying attention enough to agree when necessary, he continued to talk with his love. Sharing fantasies and wishes for the future.

Do you want to go out in the woods? He traced, expression relaxed and happy.

What brings that up, Neil? His aid traced, curiosity and confusion clear in his aura, but happiness mostly clouding over his other emotions.

After lunch, it’s been so long since we’ve gotten time together away from the castle and everything, and it’s been even longer since we’ve been back to our spot.

Everyone at the meeting started to pack up, and the King to be released his grip on his servant’s hand, but not before feeling trace back an “OK”

“Ready to get heading to the gardens?” His brother asked as more and more court members and their guards started to flood out of the room, all of the royals, as well as Edwin, only just starting to get up from their seats.

The elder Prince gave a nod getting up and extending a hand to his aid, helping him up as Dean did the same for the Queen to be.

As they started to walk out to the gardens, his younger sibling started to pull him back, but not too far from Cecil and his more than a friend. Far enough to be close, but not too close that the people near them could hear. His brother’s guards some feet behind them.

“So,” His other part started, “What made you so happy during the meeting?” He gently whispered to Neil, not turning his head towards him, as to not raise suspicion.

“Nothing much,” He smiled, voice teasing and withholding, his brother gave a nudge of his elbow, “Impatient much?” He chuckled, he got a glaring glance, “Edwin and I are going to be going to our spot after lunch.”

“Figured it had to with him.” The younger laughed, a smile overtaking his features.

He walked away and back with the other’s before the King to be had a chance to rebut. He quickly followed, finding a place beside Edwin, their hands brushing against each other as they walked. The smiles tugging at their cheeks finally showing.

The garden quickly came into view, the winding paths once again appearing, long since picked from the trees and starting to grow again with spring coming once more. Grass, bushes, and leaves growing to brilliant green, large and thin trunks of trees aged and new a pale brown against the dark watered dirt they sit on. The air was chilled with late winter, but showed a promise of a warm summer.

They all sat down, Edwin by his side as always as well as his brother across from him and now his fiance joining the table in the middle. The heads of departments were to join soon as well, filling up the empty seats left.

The elder Prince felt his soul spark as Dean offered both of his guards’ seats by his side, his small smile growing in size. He caught his brother’s eye and gave him a proud look, to which the younger gave a joyful shrug back, rolling his eyes slightly as if to say it wasn’t a big deal.

Minutes later and the table was filled, Heads of different offices showing and a few other members of high status. The Head chef joining after helping his workers bring lunch for all of them.

While his appeal for reports got vetoed, he was able to meet the court in the middle, having a meal with all the heads and important high people of the castle once a month instead of a day of trying to get to all of them separately. The trial run of the appeal went well, and for nearly a third of a year, they have continued with the new report process.

“Kieth, Douglass, how has the military and guards been? And if I may ask, how have you been?” He asked, grabbing some steak, salad, and biscuits for him and his aid.

“My team and I are still working on the weapons, but have prototypes for upgrades to the current weapons for our guards.” The head of Military Sciences reported matter of factly, before moving to the second question, “Nothing much has changed at home, although Philip and I did get to have some bonding time last week. On the other hand,” He continued, “Keith and I are working on a better medical solution to heal scars and wounds.”

Neil hummed in approval, it was good for Doug to get some time with his brother. When the two of them had met during the interview, back when the skeleton was only aiming for a role closer to home in the military and not at all it’s Sciences’, he was not much more than 16. His poor and scarred little brother 6.

He had been able to learn more about their situation over time, but it was still difficult to process. To lose near all of your family in a night was a terrifying thought. Philip was barely saved as it was, the mental scarring from the event deep and unhealing. Doug had worked hard to climb up his career latter and get his brother the care he needed.

“More troops were recruited and the casualties of winter have been replaced.” Keith reported, just as matter of factly as his coworker before relaxing, “And like Doug here, nothing has changed at home, just a few more carving blocks added to the shelves.”

“Still no one catching your sockets?” Neil lightly teased, happy to have such a friendly environment with his workers and friends. The General gave a hearty laugh.

“Please my Prince, I’m an old bag of bones, even more so than you. Nothing’s catching these empty eyes and no one’s seeing them.”

“Tell that to your pile of fan mail,” Douglass muttered just loud enough to be heard, making Kieth’s eyes twitch.

Neil laughed, the General deserved some love and attention, he was older than any of them, being General and all, and had gone through worse than any of them. Leading armies into war and protecting the Kingdom from any threats, bringing Father’s and the occasional Mother home.

Anyone who got any sort of injury that could stunt their work was immediately pulled out. Any limp. Any broken bone. Anything that could lead to fatality. Their army was strict, and Keith kept it that way, but Neil understood why. Being orphaned so young, especially after such a large attack against his home, he would make sure parents can get back to their families too.

Their armies barely found him, unconscious under the ruble lof his home. Scars under his eyes, his attackers trying to tear the magic out of his eyes and kill him off that way. They left him for dead, but he was stronger than that. The scars healed over time, but his eye magic did not, only able to be dim and barely seen. Even now, decades later, he is only able to have one eye come aflame.

Afterward, he was taken into an orphanage. Not wanted, he got out of there as soon as he could and got in the military, rising to the head and General he is today.

“How have thing’s been for you Howard, expecting nothing has been happening in the kitchen?”

“Nothing in the Kitchen,” He reported, “On the other hand, the bakery is still doing well, and so is my family. Rachel just turned four, Faye and I could never be prouder.” He smiled, “Willis is growing tall as well, Samuel’s convinced him and Joel are going to get as tall as the house one day.” Howard laughed.

Howard hadn’t had as much difficulty as the rest but grew up in a dirt poor house in a bad town. Starving normal and meals occasional gifts. His parents dying off quick in the environment, leaving him with his brother. They had escaped the town and made it to their Kingdom miles away, Howard asking for a job in the military and quickly earning his rarely used Nickname, Horror. Both used for his terrible past and his near beast-like fighting in battle.

However, he gained a head wound in battle, one that made him lose an eye light. Keith, with his strict policies, pulled him and out and told him to find work in the castle, to go to Neil for help, to which help he got. He got a simple job as cook, and eventually saved enough for a barn-like house on the outskirts of the kingdom, acres of land around and part of the property. Time passed and he found himself happy with a family, a brother that went unharmed through the whole ordeal, and a bakery of his own.

Neil still goes to visit the family every now and again. His wife, despite being mute, being welcoming and children well taught, strong, as well as well-nourished. Howard and his brother Samuel, nicknamed scream or screech for his scratchy voice, always welcoming and offering fresh-baked pastries, bread, as well as plants from their ever-growing garden.

“Ian, how have you been? You’re not normally able to make it to lunches.” Neil asked, not used to seeing the Royal painter and Secret keeper outside of their office.

“I’m only able not to make it because of court meeting, my Prince.” Ian, cleverly nicknamed Ink and also a close friend to his brother, reminded, “But nothing of importance has come up, aside from your wedding preparations of course, but I have managed to spend some time with George after weeks of bugging him.”

“George? How has our retired General been?” He could see Curtis, one of Dean’s guard’s flinch out of the corner of his eye, but ignored it for now. Knowing the relationship between the guard and General wasn’t close by any means.

“He has been well, and so has his wife.” Ian smiled. Julia, George’s wife, once worked in the science district of the Military, and after some years as close co-workers, love blossomed and eventually kids. Curtis being one of them, and his brother Patrick being the other.

Neil turned his attention away from the artist.

“Curtis, Bernard? How are you two? I hope Dean isn’t too much to handle.”

His brother’s guards looked up in surprise from their lunches, not expecting to be addressed, as it is the first time to be asked such a question from Neil or even sit at a table with either of the Royal brothers. However, Bernard was quick to take the opportunity.

“Prince Dean isn’t much trouble, my lord.” He smiled

“Then how have you been? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to speak to you before.” Bern nodded his head in agreement.

“I have been well, although I hope soon that my days will be even better.”

“How so?” Neil smiled, knowing from Edwin how energetic and talkative the guard usually is, and from that information, how much emotion he is holding back right now to be mannerly in front of his Royals and highers.

“I plan to propose soon to my girlfriend, Caroline, and we’re possible with child.” The guard gave a smile tight smile, but from his aura, both brothers could tell that Bernard was overjoyed with the chance of being a father.

Neil didn’t know much about Bernard, but he knew some things. His brother Harvey and he were part of the guard, Bern having a special position of protecting Dean while his brother stayed at a sentry station outside the castle. He also remembers Caroline, a higher class adopted child of one of the many Dreammur families.

“And you, Curtis?”

“Much like General Raha, Nothing of importance comes up for me, although I have finished moving into my house recently.” Ian gave a nod, agreeing. The two weren’t close but were a slight bit closer than the guard was to his father.

He knew a good bit about Curtis, having known his father and remembering when the guard was born. George often being put on babysitting duty for him. Making sure he didn’t run off too far, often running far away and giving the castle a run for their money.

Despite being calm as he is now, both his brother and he were energetic children, nearly never resting, and always with a guard nearby. Although, he had lost his guard when he met Edwin those years ago. His best friend becoming his guard and aid so they could stay close.

With the final how are you’s, the chatter started to grow among them, Keith and Douglass starting to converse over their new solution while Howard chatted with Bernard about being a father, Ian joining in to talk with Bernard every now and again, and Curtis and Dean having a more quiet and relaxed conversation together. However, Neil and his aid were silent. Waiting.

Lunch went by all to slowly but blurred past them nonetheless, and joyfully, the two of them prepared to head out to the woods.

Changing out of his normal formal wear and into something more casual, he pulled on his old beige pants and weathered jacket, letting his necklace rest underneath it, the crescent as polished as the day he got it.

A few quick knocks rang out, and he dashed to the door to open it, revealing the person he loved most.

Edwin was wearing better clothes than when they met, the torn shirt and barely recognizable pants replaced with an aged star t-shirt and comfortable slacks, the pale jacket he once had replaced with a warm overcoat. A blue knitted scarf wrapped snug around his neck and matching gloves over his long white ones he already wore, keeping his scared and rough but graceful and quick hands warm.

“Are you ready?” His aid asked, looking at how underdressed he was for the weather. Neil looked down at himself, before giving an apologetic shrug. “What am I going to do with you?” He sighed, laughing some.

Reaching into the Prince’s closet and to a corner less known, his aid opened a weaved box full of knitted gifts, all from his number one of course. Edwin pulled out a mauve-purple scarf and some black fingerless gloves, one of the few gifts in the box sewn and not knitted.

“There, now we can head out.” The servant smiled, handing the accessories to Neil, giving a peck on his cheekbone. The Prince slipped them on happily and leaned into the loving affection his aid gave.

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It was cold out, even colder than it had been at lunch, and thankfully they were prepared for it, Edwin having grabbed a blanket and thrown it in a bag just in case. That just in case turned out to be very handy, as the larget cut out of fabric was pulled tight around the two of them as they walked through the woods.

They traced their steps back to the beginning, and follow the path their souls had marked out to the aid’s small dinky hut, however, something caught their eye along the way.

Just off the path was a less used and old one, one leading to a wooden structure farther out, surrounded and protected by trees and nature. Exchanging looks, they changed their path and followed, soon finding a cabin they only hoped to have and never thought they would see come to life.

A small aged cabin lay in the middle of a clearing. Window’s dirtied by dust and time, moss and vines growing on the outside, mold claiming the foundation. Log’s stacked on log’s, squares and rectangles cut out for various windows of different kinds. A roof and few walls lined by old a plain brick only filled in by tiling and wood.

A small clearing of grass around, enough for a small garden and another single tree, a small river gurgling and washing by, a natural railing of bushes protecting anyone from falling in.

Silently, they walked in the baren house, not a light switch or plumbing in it, but a place far off from anything. A place they could call home.

Home.

Thye felt their souls’ pulse in unison at the thought, and they stared at each other. They gave relieved and happy looks before wrapping each other in their arms, giving a tight hug. Slowly falling to the floor in joyful tears.

A day, nearly a year ago from the present, he thought different than now.

Before his friend could hurry on without him, Neil grabbed his hand, and pulled him into a quick hug, just breathing in the last moments they would have alone together. Likely for the rest of their lives.

They have found their safe place, and they can be together again.

They can do something now.

Index

Nightmare and Dream belong to @jokublog

Error belongs to @loverofpiggies

Ccino belongs to @black-nyanko

Cross, XGaster, and XPapyrus belong to @jakei95

Horror, HorrorTale!Frisk, and Scream belong to @sour-apple-studios

Dust and Phantom(DustTale!Papyrus) belong to @ask-dusttale

Killer belongs to @rahafwabas

Blue, Honey, and UnderSwap!Chara belong to the Undertale Community

Ink belongs to @comyet

Rachel, Wilis, and Joel are not actually ship children between Horror and his frisk but are simply used for his story and character, not claiming them to be any version of any already made ship child. But nonetheless, they all belong to me.

Notes:

So for most of the characters, I have concept art and general backstories for all of them, I had them laying around so I kinda incorporated it into this chapter even though it’s just filler. Everything is under the cut.

Here are the notes in order of appearance:

Douglass (29, 5′10)

While he was away in the army, a thief robbed his home, killing his parents and nearly his brother

Nearby houses heard the commotion and ran for guards who were able to stop the thief before he did any physical damage to Douglass’s brother Philip(20, 5′9)

He works hard daily to take care of his brother and devotes all his spare time to him.

His brother is scarred mentally from the attack.

His brother has a nurse when Douglass is away, and in modern days would be considered under the effects of severe PTSD and mentally disabled.

His brother acts more like a child because of this and his brain is still mentally stuck as a child despite being 20.

Keith (34, 6′2)

Unlike Killer sans(OG) he was orphaned at a young age after an attack on his home town, he barely survived and grew up in the orphanage.

His goal became to be a general and make sure no one else was orphaned from war.

The scars under his eye aren’t battle scars, its a testimony against the people who attempted to murder him.

His medals (On his suit in concept art) are from the many wars he’s lead and bean apart of.

Howard (25, 5′9)

(CHANGED, but feel free to read the early version of Howard’s past) Drafted into the military as a teen for his brute strength, he worked well there and loved protecting his town.

He was given the nickname “Horror” after a few battles but was pulled out after an attacked caused his skull to cave in and damage one of his eyes-also damaging his aim.

He got a major concussion and couldn’t be helped much, but being in the army was his main source of income-and with low staff-Neil hired him as a chef.

Howard quickly became Head chef after some moths and now works happily in the castle making dishes and goes home to tend to his farm with his brother, wife, and kids all of which love his cooking.

His wife Faye(24, 5′5) is mute and struggles to speak, so he and his three kids-two boys Willis(7) and Joel(5), as well as a girl, Rachel(4)- are all fluent in sign language, so is his brother Samuel(22, 6′5).

Bernard (16, 5′8)

Works as a personal guard for Dean with Curtis, he is also one of Dean’s best friends, Ian the royal Secret keeper and Painter being the other.

On his breaks, he goes out of the castle and visits his brotherHavery(21, 6′1) at his sentry station.

He has a girlfriend, a woman-that lives with her adopted family-named Caroline(15, 5′5).

Bernard plans to propose soon

The tow of them believe they might have a child on the way

His blue bandana is tied around the sash on his uniform.

Bernard is ecstatic at the idea of a child, he just worries about what the Dreamers(Caroline’s, the mother’s, adopted family) would think, the money for the child, and a home for the three of them.

Curtis (18, 5′11)

Lives alone near his parents and brother but close to the castle

There isn’t anyone special in his life but he does have a few friends through his job and connections

He is one of Dean’s personal guards with Bernard.

His dad(George, 39, 6′5) is a retired veteran and trained many in the guard, he had even trained the current General Raha or Sir Kieth

His mother(Julia, 31, 5′7) works at the science district of the military, Curtis does his best to drop by for a hello to her during his breaks.

His twin brother(Patrick, 18, 6′0) aspires to be part of the guard but Curtis and their parents don’t want to lose him to it so they try and give him other interests.

His friends are Bernard, Edwin, and the Royal brothers, but he does have connections with Douglass, Keith, Howard, and Ian through his father.

His father trained Douglass, Keith, and Howard but had been close work buddies with Ian.

Ian and Curtis don’t get along too well after his father spoiled the friendship with a project of his, one that ended in the explosion giving him the scar on his cheek and his red eye(The red scar OG Cross has from X!Chara)

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The King and his Aid

Chapter 5: Secluded cave-in

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A few quick knocks interrupted his stitches, pausing the therapeutic process they had done increasingly more as of late. Looking up and zoning in, it was late in the day. Extremely so. The waning moon shining through the pulled blue curtains, glowing in a bright indigo light, dots of stars peeking through and coating the room in speckled brilliance, the only other light being the well used candled by their side.

Carefully putting the craft away in an empty drawer, another round of knocks came through, pausing their actions for a moment before they put away their supplies. The others already hate them enough, why add fuel to the fire?

Once the door had been opened, a pair of blue pinpricks met his odd circles. Quickly recognizing the face and the worried look, they fixed their tired and irritated expression, moving out of the way to let the other in.

No words were exchanged as the two sat down, only looks. The guard looking worried and the aid trying to avoid, glancing everywhere but their friend. The servant had their knees pulled close to their chest, bare crimson feet resting on the soft but solid cushions below.

“What’s going on, Edwin?” His friend tried, trying to make some sort of eye contact with the other. “There has to be something, did you have a fight and get angry at each other?”

Flinching, the aid started to push his skull between his knees and chest, doing his best to hide his face. Mumbling into his shirt, not heard by anyone but himself.

“Come again?” The guard asked, “I need to know what’s going on to help you. Even Ian and Prince Dean started to get worried, and that’s saying something- You and Ian hate each other like there’s no tomorrow too!” They coaxed, trying again. The servant sighed, pulling his head up and resting his chin on his knees.

“I could never be mad at him, Bernard.” A sorrowful and sincere expression took over his features, seen easily despite the oddities in his complexion. “We didn’t have an argument… we just-”

“Then what did happen? Everyone thinks you two fell out after years of being so close, I mean, I don’t know how long you two have been friends but that’s just what everyone else is saying.” Bernard asked, giving some insight into what was going on with everyone around them.

Edwin gave it some thought, going quiet for a little while. They did nearly the exact opposite of fall out, the memories gave him a small smile, and an idea came to mind.

“I didn’t ever tell you how Neil and I met, did I?” His friend shook his head, “Guessing it’s the newer workers passing the rumor’s then. The older staff remember the day we met, likely know something else is going on too.”

“But what is going on?”

“Quiet, I’m telling the story first.”

The aid started the story simply, recounting when his Prince and he met. The memory bittersweet.

The day had been rainy and cold, frigid air passing through the makeshift shelter he had made from logs and some of the fabric from his clothing. It was almost like a tent, wet driftwood from the private beachside a good hundred or so meters away leaning against a large oak tree. The flimsy flap he had made for an entrance from his coat doing little to keep the cold out of his small home.

He could remember shivering before hearing footsteps and gunshots, by instinct going as still as he could. The footsteps neared him and he had heard the gun reload before a voice called for him to get out of his small home with his hands up. Edwin had just stayed still and quiet, hoping whoever it was out there would leave, thinking no one was home. However, the voice called out again, saying they knew someone was there.

Slowly, he had crawled out of his home, the muddy yet frozen floor being uncomfortable to his unbearably cold bones. When he gained the courage to look up he saw someone well dressed, a not too weathered jacket and beige pants, a crown with a moon cut out of the plate sitting upon their pearly white skull. A person in such contrast to himself, torn and old remains of what could barely be recognized as a white shirt, even more so roughed black pants. His coal-black bones shaking, his pale cornflower blue jacket draped uselessly across the entrance to his shelter.

“I can only remember my vision going black from there, but Neil later filled in the in-between,” Edwin spoke, his chin rising from his knees and up into the air, his back and shoulders relaxing. Posture more content rather than anxious.

The elder Prince had told that after he had passed out, the royal had picked him up and carried him into the castle, asking the Queen-his mother, and now former Queen-for help. She had let Neil help him, and gave assistance as well. Aiding her son by asking for a small meal to be brought to his room while he had looked for some spare loose clothes for the small skeleton.

She had let them stay together that night, reasoning that in the morning Edwin would want to be near the only person he knew.

“I was 8 that day, and Neil was 9, and we’re still together at 22 and 23.” He smiled, looking over to the curtains were the moon and stars were still shining through.

He could remember being so surprised to wake up in warmth and so happy to be in someone’s arms. It reminded him of another night…

“Of course, Nightlight. It’s been years but, we’re still kids, right? ...Come on,”

“I… actually still have the shirt he gave me that night. He let me keep it, even after I got clothes of my own.” The aid started to fidget, grabbing at the color of the old star pattern t-shirt he was wearing, something that passed all odds and still fit him. “We grew a friendship, and when Neil’s duty’s started to get in the way he proposed the idea of me becoming his aid, so we could stay together even with his title of royal. I don’t think I could ever get to the point of breaking things off with him.”

Edwin looked back to his friend, seeing the guard slack-jawed and shocked. “You okay, Bern?”

“You were homeless?” The shocked and confused question came.

“Yeah, for as long as I can remember, however, I can only remember back to the age of 7 or so.”

Bernard started to piece things together for himself but said nothing, if that was the only way for their soon to be King to be happy, then so be it. It wasn’t up to him to decide how other’s loved anyhow.

The candle beside them flickered as the story came to a close, and after a minute of decision, blew itself out into smoke.

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A taping on his shoulder startled him, but turning behind him, it was only his friend. It was late day again, not as late as the night previous, where he had accidentally stayed up and told one of his deepest secrets, but late enough to where he had been dismissed for the day and told to go off to bed.

“Bernard, stars, you scared me there.” The King to be’s aid nervously laughed, “What’s up?”

“Can we talk?”

“Sure…?” Edwin looked around, seeing several guards starting to make their way down the hall, towards where he had been stargazing, and a few maids finishing cleaning. “But, not here.”

The guard was quick to pull the servant to his room, Bernard not having one of his own in the castle.

“What is it?”

“I… think I know what’s going on.” The aid tried to suppress his shock, “D-don’t worry!” He started again, “I’m not going to tell anyone, it’s not my choice who you love.”

Edwin let out tears of relief. Someone knew, yes, but they understood, and they weren’t going to tell. Slowly he fell to his knees, his tears going from ones of relief to the held back emotions of depression. His friend fell down with him, albeit, a little more gracefully.

Bernard gave the servant a tight hug, doing his best to comfort the other.

“I’m sorry, love, I can’t do anything.”

They can’t do anything right now.

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The King and his Aid

Chapter 9: “I’m here.“

I hope you enjoy this, towards the end my hands started cracking (I have eczema on my hands) so put on some lotion and they were burning the last hundred or so words. BUT I FINISHED IT :’D

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His body shivered as the cold licked and bit at his bones. Despite the freezing and depressing aura the house held, he moved forward automatically, walking through calmly when his Father and friend couldn’t even brave it. All of this felt so familiar, but he’s never done this before. Never dared to make it through to the villain’s lair. At least in this life.

Were they even a villain? If what everything his family has told him about Neil is True, then he’s far from.

“An angel.” A voice in the back of his head provided, “So amazing that he wears his imperfections not as barriers or blocks, but as advantages, the traits that make him, him.”

His pace through the house slowed, why would he ever think about Neil like that?

“You may not think of him like that openly,” He started to stutter on what to say, deny the voice in his head, and blush. “However, I nearly always have.” The voice spoke further, seeming more self-aware than the preassumed simple voice of conscience.

Was someone there with him?

He began to turn his head from each side look everywhere he could, even to see if some small being was hiding in the beams of the self-made log cabin. The voice continued: “It only took me months of knowing him to realize that I love him and that in the eyes of society, our kind is wrong.”

He gulped, thinking of the different punishments and convictions you could be given for simply being different. He wasn’t just scared for himself, he was scared for the voice in his head as well.

“That in the eyes of society, it is wrong for me as a man to like another man. That it is wrong for a woman to like another woman. That it’s wrong to like someone of the same gender. That it’s wrong for anyone to be different than the path laid before us.”

Gene stopped just a yard away from Neil’s bedroom door, not in fear of the pools of negativity that oozed out from under the door and into the weak fabric of his shoes, threatening that if he were to not be careful they would stain his pants as well. He stood in confusion.

“Edwin?” Gene spoke aloud, hoping that he wasn’t going crazy.

“Yes, I’ve been here with you the whole time. Just waiting for you to accept how we are.”

“Why did you show up now and not earlier?” His expression still held confusion, but the dark droplets of anger started to spread, overtaking him with anger.“So i wouldn’t have to deal with all of this?” He gestured, getting more frustrated, “The mess that you left behind?! I’m supposed to be a kid! I don’t want to deal with these problems...” The anger left as soon as it came, “Why?”

“If I showed up before you solved your personal problems, I wouldn’t have been able to put all of this to rest.”

“What...” His gaze dropped to the floor, hunched over, defensive. Worry began to spread and the tension left his body, leaving his head hanging, and mouth dry as he asked: “...What are you suggesting?” He had only been able to hear a few stories about Edwin and was still unsure about him.

“We merge our lives, our memories, live as one being.” Gene just stared at the floor, contemplative, “I can tell you care for him just as much as I do.”

“My mental age doesn’t help, though.” Gene sighed opting to sit on the floor, frustratingly puffed cheeks resting on his fists as he continued to stare at the ground, “I’ve only known him for a few weeks- how- why… is he so amazing?? And cute?? And handsome??”

“He’s naturally obviously quirky and goes out of his way to make the people he cares about happy, even when he doesn’t realize it. Even when his soul was physically cracking and he was stuck to bed rest, he tried his best to make me happy.” Gene’s frown curved into a smile, he wanted to be able to remember what Edwin could, to know for himself how caring Neil could be, “If we merged, we could live happily with him.”

“...Is he a good lover?” Edwin laughed as if he heard the funniest joke. “It’s an honest question!”

“Yes, he’s an amazing lover, he’s treated us like royalty over the years. Which is fitting considering that: If the world was different, Neil and I would be married and sitting on thrones right now.” He could practically feel Edwin’s smile, “I still hope, one day the world will change, and we can truly have our wedding.”

A silence fell, and he could feel Edwin’s smile drop as well.

“...I need to get back to him.” Gene raised a brow, once again confused, “We’ve lived nearly our entire lives side by side. Acquaintances to friends to best friends to secret lovers. It’s always been the two of us. Even when Neil was forced to marry Cecil. It was still just the King and his Aid.”

Gene moved his eyes from the floor back to the door, letting his soul hear the desperate call of Neil’s.

“We have family. More family and friends that are strongly trusted to keep our secret.” Gene perked up at this, “Neil’s brother Dean, and his husband Cecil, they share a seret similar to ours.”

“What do you mean?”

“He is stuck in a female body. He doesn’t like being a princess. Like our situation. Stuck in a body that does fit how we mentally are.” Gene nodded in understanding, “They have a son, Martin, they’ve been raising him to treat everyone, no matter their sexuality, gender identity, or romantic preference, with respect. Our friends have learned of both of our secrets, and are secretly pulling strings in the castle as we speak.”

“...you have friends that… that accept us being, you know?” Gene questioned, genuinely surprised by the information.

“The different heads of departments, and Dean’s own personal guards. Even the head of Heads, and now Head of the court as well, Ian is on our side. When we were thrown in a cell, before Neil came to save us, he visited. Bringing food and questions. He left with answers and a different train of thought. It took time, but Cecil confided in all of them too, we write to each other as much as we can.”

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Then this will be the last time we can talk. Just know, we will live happily...”

“One last thing, though.” Gene shyly spoke up, “Why was our connection gone? Why didn’t all the memories stay?”

“We aren’t allowed to exist together, but don’t worry, when I do this, we will be one and the same. One life. One person.”

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He was a monster.

There was no question.

The shivering winter frost keeping him rooted. Seas of corruption and the pure negativity his soul was made of pouring from him. His bones were nearly melting from the sheer amount of it. His jaw long since hanging. Eyes covered by the goop. Feeling lost in his arms. The only senses left were hearing and smell. The two most useless ones when you’re alone.

The weight of the silence fell onto him like a piano. Any small noise cutting through him with a weapon of fear. It could be an animal or the police coming to jail him for suspicions of being homosexual. Either seemed to be a logical option at this point.

Then, the muffled sound of a voice. He couldn’t tell who it was. The sound echoed and distorted through the door and the pools of runny liquid.

A whimper escaped him. It was hopeless. The police were here, his life would be uprooted. He would either be sent back home and likely thrown into a secluded cell or religious place or kept in America to do the same things. It was a coin toss and he didn’t like either choice.

Then, a pair of muscular arms surrounded him and his nasal cavity was filled with the smell of parchment and flowers. The smell of plants and books. The smell of his lover. The feel of his lover.

The negativity stopped flowing from his body. One of his eyes was uncovered.

A teary-eyed Edwin looked at him happily.

“It’s okay.” He was carefully pulled into Edwin’s lap, and an arm moved to caress his cheekbone, moving his jaw back into place “Emotions are fine. You’re safe. You don’t have to hide anything with me.” His arms were pulled around his lover’s neck, and Edwin moved his skull to nuzzle Neil’s neck, “Shhhh, I’m here.”

He really is.

“I’m so sorry it had to last this long. I had to let Gene handle his problems before we could live happily again.”

“S-shut up, glitch-fest,” Neil hiccuped, squeezing his arms tighter around the other, “P-please, I just need to cuddle you right now. Just know that… that you’re really here.” Neil’s soul glowed as he spoke, and Edwin carefully pulled it out with his own, letting them drift next to one and other, Edwin exchanging his magic to the nearly shattered soul. For some time, he would need to heal, but, they would do it together.

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