Winter's Tango
And, because all of you were so patient with me, here is a little stand-alone song fic inspired by Stalker's Tango by Autoheart
I don't think there are any warnings for this one, but I didn't have my beta readers look at this one so...it's probs a bit rough around the edges.
“Oh fellow Petrikov, I know you and the girls are about to leave, but would you mind assisting me with something?” Winter’s lilting voice called after Simon as he was about to leave.
He looked to Fionna and Cake who gave him a thumbs up before he turned back to follow The Winter King back into the castle.
They walked for what felt like forever before they were in what appeared to be a ballroom.
“So what exactly did you need my help with?” Simon was confused, there didn’t appear to be an issue.
“Simon, did we ever take ballroom dancing classes in you timeline?”
Simon laughed nervously.
“We took one, in our freshman year of college. It went badly.”
Winter nodded pensively.
“I guess that settles it,” He took Simon’s hand and wrapped his other arm around his waist, “I’ll lead.”
Simon didn’t have a chance to figure out where the music was coming from before Winter swept him off his feet.
I know, I know, I know this situation's strange
It takes a little getting, a little getting used to
Winter broke out into song, much to Simon’s displeasure.
Worse though, they were dancing the tango.
“Winter, I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea about my being here,” Simon’s protest fell on deaf ears as Winter let go of him for a moment, only to begin to circle him.
Love me, love me, love me, love me
Love me, love me, love me, love me
Love me, love me, love me, love me more
Winter got closer to him, leaving only inches between their faces.
Than you possibly can
“Are you beginning to see the big picture my dear Simon?” Winter said with a laugh, his hands back on Simon. His grip was firm and cold.
It's not that complicated, no matter what they say
You'll never meet another me
It's not that difficult to get your head around
You'll never meet another me
You'll never-never-ever-never ever meet another me
This time Simon was ready, and though he was rusty, he was able to keep pace.
He knew he couldn’t stay, as much as Winter wanted him to, as much as he wanted to.
Each line he sang drove the point home, that Simon would never find someone that was so compatible to him.
That there was no one else that knew him the way Winter did.
I know, I know, I know I'm always in your place
But don't you see, my dear? I am your Doppelgänger
Have your face so
Simon couldn’t look away from him if he tried.
They did have similar features, but Simon’s bore the signs of age that Winter’s never would. He had to remind himself of that, that Winter would never age and he would.
Still though, there was something so appealing…
Love me, love me, love me, love me
Love me, love me, love me, love me
Love me, love me, love me, love me more
Again, Winter circled him, but this time, Simon found his place and followed his lead.
They circled each other, not breaking eye contact as Winter sang.
Than you possibly can
“I don’t know what you’re trying to get at Winter,” Simon said as they came back together.
“I think you do.”
It's not that complicated, no matter what they say
You'll never meet another me
It's not that difficult to get your head around
You'll never meet another me
You'll never-never-never-ever-ever meet another me
Their steps fell in perfect synchronization as if this had been a practiced number.
Simon couldn’t help but think that if his first class had been like this, he would’ve gone back.
Ey-ey-ah
Bada-bam-bam-bam-bam
Bada-bam-bam-bam-bam
Bada-ba-ah
Bam-bam-bam-bam
Bada-bam-bam-bam-bam
Bada-bam-bam-bam-bam
Bada-ba
The room had darkened and grown colder as he sang.
“So what do you say?” Winter’s body was so close to his, “Stay here, with me.”
“You know I have to leave” Simon stumbled over his words, “I don’t want to, but so many people need me…”
“There’s one last verse, why don’t you sing it.” It was phrased as a question, but Simon knew it wasn’t.
It's not that complicated, no matter what they say
I'll never meet another you
It's not that difficult to get my head around
I'll never meet another you
Simon was breathing hard as the music slowed. Winter still had him in a dip, inches from the floor, but he felt stable in his fellow Simon’s arms.
Simon hesitated for only a moment.
“I’ll stay.”
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When you think about it Crimson and Sans share a lot of mannerisms and are generally... Kind of similar in small ways? They wear the same complex expression when you ask about their past, they barley let their true emotions show on their face, they are always on the lookout for attack, and they both seem like they'll always know more then us. Their fighting matches up perfectly with each other and they seem close in the most hateful way possible. When we watched them fight when we were trapped in the red string, watching them felt like that's what it's always been. Them for all of eternity. I feel like we're kind of an outsider to both of them? It makes me feel... Strangely jealous.
here's some cool art of the scene I drew!
they're married to an eternal slaughter of each other but divorced recently after meeting y/n mutually cheating 😔/j
or could just be interpreted as the salty exes who murder each other on a regular basis!/j
or maybe they are still married to be each other's enemy and you just somehow became a part of that mess???/j
something about the deep history between these two mortal enemies gave you a faint sense of being... left out? as a stranger. you had only known sam's for a few months...
while crimson seemed to know... almost EVERYTHING about him (all to the extent of his accurate battle prowess timing danger and habits... his tastes, his interests his mindset... even his deepest darkest secrets that he had YET to show.)
sans also seemed to know crimson like the back of his hand, rightfully predicting them... making up a carefully set trap using you as bait and they fell for it...
you'd never know sans as well as crimson... and never know crimson as well as sans seemed to know them...
crimson did say they had outlived the world by multiple lifetimes... had they known each other that long? not just one but multiple lifetimes? how long had this been going on???
and yet crimson insisted on pulling you into the drama? to spice things up?
you furrow your eye brows. this was probably some sort of clown show for them to indulge themselves in drama and watch the chaos ensue. not like you could do much against it. you'd use it and take what you could to gain an advantage...
you recall asking them something."do you want to turn me crazy too?'
"of course not, that's too cliche. you're the hero aren't you goody two shoes?"
you were? thinking of yourself as a hero was ironic since it was you who basically freed a chaotic evil entity at the world... what hero does that!?
crimson and sans had a lot in common and among them was their tendency to make you want to punch them in their mysterious smug face... a light bap for sans and a heavy punch for crimson of course.
wait crimson wouldn't feel pain... what was even the point of hurting them??? they also get a light bap you decide.
you felt a bit overwhelmed. coming in between these two felt... like a lot of pressure. despite being told the summary of their dynamic you STILL felt like that extra person who would join a friend group that had known each other for years, awkwardly looking at them glaring at each other without knowing the context or punchline if the jokes they'd say...
or well, the insults they'd throw at each other...
it was mostly one sided... crimson just tanking everything and laughing it off as if losing a limb or two was an average Tuesday...
you really didn't get it... it was horrible to watch them fight... but to them it must've felt... normal? casual?
as if it was a well practiced common practice such as one would chop off one's head as a gesture to say hi or hello or would probably stab the heart as a goodbye...
was that just... their thing?
if you didn't see the blood splatters you would have considered it funny... but it wasn't. it was in fact very graphic.
you almost wished you could unseen it and forget the fact that at certain glances it almost looked... beautiful.
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