I'll Make You Mine

Epilogue: You Made Me Yours

(So, a bit of explanation. Hi. I decided NOT to cancel the fic. I realized I do love writing and posting and felt empty without it. That core issue was I exhausted and fed up with Tumblr. No matter how many tags and accounts I blocked, those same things and behaviors that wore me out kept popping up like weeds. So I started working on Down with the Puppeteer, wrote some novel things, worked on some oneshots, and I'm in a much better mood. AO3 and Wattpad books will stay up, but my Tumblr account is staying abandoned.)

"Ribbon . . . Ribbon? Ribbon! Wake up, my queen."

The doll inhaled. His head whipped around and he struggled to break from wherever he was. He was laying against the Tree of Feelings stump, sometime in the late afternoon. He blinked out the sunlight shining in his eyes, adjusting his beret. A cold hand stroked his face, shushing and trying to settle him down. Ribbon leaned against Nightmare's side. Oh, now his memory was working!

His husband set his novel down and took his cheek in his hand with a look of concern. "Poor thing, were you having that wedding nightmare again? You were shivering and mumbling my name, but your clinging was quite cute." Nightmare rubbed his cheek.

Ribbon blushed and shook his head, leaning into his hand. "No nightmares, you just startled me. I didn't mean to talk in my sleep. It was worse this time because they got you and the Murder Time Trio! They killed them and turned you into stone. I went to visit you and you started acting creepy. They even destroyed my ring and kept me locked in a scary cage all alone." He waved his fingers to double-check if the ring was still there. He sighed in relief. It shone as much as it did the day Nightmare proposed four years ago.

"My little lamb, you know that would never happen. It's the anxiety we talked about messing with your head. I would never let them hurt you. I know how sensitive you are, it's one of the traits I love most about you." Nightmare pulled Ribbon into his lap. The idea of him dying and the Stars doing the things in his dream still haunted him. The pain felt so real. Ribbon buried himself against him and looked out into the scenery. Green hills, pretty flowers, empty destroyed buildings- no, not helping. Nightmare cooed and pressed slow kisses on his forehead. "There there, it's okay. You don't believe I would hurt you, correct?"

"Nonono, of course not! You treat me very well! You're the best husband I could ever ask for! I'm the one being too sensitive!" The doll replied. He meant every word of it. He loved the Lord of Negativity, now Lord of the Doodlesphere, with all his heart. He even saw him as a bit of a god. Correction, he was better than any god, and Ribbon was more than happy to be his worshiper. The gentle touch from Nightmare calmed him down; he could think a little clearer. Sure Nightmare had his violent episodes and scary moments, but he never took them out on him. And if he did, Ribbon did something to deserve it.

"No need to worry." Nightmare held him closer, twirling the light pink bow on Ribbon's neck. "I'm not mad, just troubled. Your dreams are very . . . specific. Perhaps I could do some research and find a spell that could prevent you from having them."

Ribbon perked up at the idea. He only had the dream once every few weeks, but it still freaked him out. "I'd love that, thank you!." He rested his head on his chest. "You always know what's best for me."

"Papa? What's wrong with Mama?" A tiny voice called from where she was playing.

Ribbon peered down at the toddler doing her best to climb the hill. The three-year-old skeleton wore a long purple coat with a white moon patch and white fluff. Her eye lights were a mix between Ribbon's pastel pink and Nightmare's teal. Nightmare picked his daughter up with one of his tendrils and put her between her parents.