Princess Celestia x Antman ((ship))

1- Where it all began

Antman POV:

It started off a very normal morning for me.
My alarm went off precisely at 7:02 am, my toast was toasted to a picture of golden, wheaty perfection. I was living a cyclical, mundane life.

7:02 am - Wake up
7:10 am - Shower
7:25 am - Eat + brush teeth/etc
7:55 am - Take the subway to work
8:15 am - Arrive at work
Work until 4:30pm
4:40 pm - Return home via subway
4:55 pm - Eat
5:15 pm - Watch horrible reality TV until I fell asleep
...
Repeat.

It wasn't a hard life, but I was tired and I wanted a change. I just didn't how to make that happen.

Until I met her.

It was 8:10am.

I had just rushed onto the subway.
I was on schedule, as usual. It was roughly a 15 minute ride to the office, where I was working as an accountant for a new but prestigious company.

I was making enough to make a comfortable life for myself and my pet cat, Kikiro, who is the living embodiment of hate and suffering.
I mean, I love the guy to pieces, but I came home one night to the little shit covered in scraps of my gorgeous new silk housecoat. You can only imagine how mad I was.

Anyway, where was I...

Oh, right.

I had just got on the subway. I had my briefcase and my laptop (concealed within its case) with me.
I was in a good mood, thanks to the new brand of tea I had recently bought. It's actually amazing how much a cup of tea in the morning can improve your day.

.....

As amazing as the cup of tea was, it was nothing in comparison to what happened next.

We quickly pulled up to the next stop, the last one before mine.

Glancing up, I see the most gorgeous Alicorn I have ever seen in my entire life.

*cough*

Not that I've seen many alicorns....

Amongst the other people boarding the subway, she stands out like a precious gem lodged between rocks of little value.

Everyone quickly takes their seat, and I, realising that it might be considerably difficult for her to find a seat, considering her size and those wings and everything, jumped out of my seat, sending my briefcase to the floor with a resounding thump.

"Here, miss, please have my seat. My stop is next and I won't need it"

She looks up at me, her iridescent eyes shimmering in the dim subway lights.

She says something, but in a voice too quiet to hear on the loud, over-crowded subway.

I can feel the cars beginning to move again.

"Miss, you're more than welcome to have my seat. I don't mind at all."
I had to half-yell for her to hear me.

She vigorously nods her head, her glittering mane of pastel pink, aqua, light blue and indigo bouncing in the process.

I grab my briefcase from the floor of the now moving car and step aside, grabbing onto one of the poles in the middle of the isle.

She sidesteps around a few civilians and then quickly takes her seat.

She looks at the floor, her mane gracefully falling in front of her eyes.

"Thank you." She whispered.

Well, I saw her lips move in a way that could be interpreted as "thank you", but she said it too quietly to hear over the noise of a busy New York subway and the chatter of near by people.

I hear a soft ding and the cars begin to slow.

I begin to release my death grip on the pole as my stop approaches.

"W-wait!" She stammers. She awkwardly gets to her four hooves, attempting to keep her absurdly large wings at bay as she begins to rise.

I turn, as the doors slide open and people begin milling out around me.

I shyly glance at the floor. I don't really talk to girls. (Or alicorns?) I'm just a nervous guy, I guess.

"Um, yeah? I mean, yes?"

"Do you know where 90th and Broadway is? I'm um, I'm just a little bit.... lost" the last part comes out almost inaudible. It was almost... Fluttershy-like.

Wait, who's Fluttershy??

FOCUS, ANTMAN.

"Oh, I c-can help you find 90th and Broadway! It's like, just up here a little ways, but I could totally stay on and help you until you get off. You know, so you don't get lost..."

*cOUGHING*
<sHE IS SO FCKING BEAUTIFUL I CNNT BREATHEEEEE>

"O-okay. I would appreciate that a lot. I'm new here."

I take a seat beside her, most people on this car got off at the last stop.

"Oh? That's so cool! I'm Jesse, but most people know me as Hank Pym. Someone gave me that as a nickname once, and it just... stuck. What's your name?"

*just above a whisper*
"...Princess Celestia? But you can just call me Celeste. My friends call me that. I'm a Princess where I live, but I'd really appreciate if you didn't call me 'Princess' or bow to me or anything. I'm here on a break from all that."

"Sure, of course, anything for you."

DID I JUST SAY THAT.

"I'm sorry? What?"

"....WHAAAATT"

*ding*

"Here we are!! 90th and Broadway!" I stammer, running my fingers anxiously through my slightly wavy dyed white-silver hair. (I'm 23, but I love how silver looks, it reminds me of ice and other beautiful things)

She looks up at me and smiles.
"Why don't we go have a coffee or something? I could die for a latte." She laughs.

Hey, she's already opening up to me! <omg scoreeee>

"Sure." I reply and then I follow her out of the subway cart.

That's how I met my Princess.

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A/N:
Hello, weird fanfic people. This is off to a rather mild but cute start, if I do say so myself. Rather proud of it.
Anyway, it's getting late and I'm not feeling like editing, but I wanted to publish the first chapter anyway. Deal with it, minor errors won't kill you.

...I doubt that anyone with read this seriously. Unless. Unless I start a mAJOR CULT FANFIC SHIP OF P. CELESTIA AND ANTMAN (who I have dubbed Jesse bc 'Hank' is a really lame name) [le rhymes]
...I'm also trying to read up on Antman's backstory. I don't know why I decided upon a character I know nothing about.
Again, deal with it.
(Btw these: <le words> represent the characters thoughts)

Okay, seriously.

- Goodnight -
— Mark