Hello! Same Anon :) I was thinking maybe the reader is a gem miner, and meets chrysalis in the forgotten crystal caves beneath canterlot?
But whatever you write will be amazing either way :)
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Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Characters: Chrysalis x fem!pony reader
Notes: - I decided to keep you both ponies for this.
- sry if she's ooc. Haven't watched mlp in a while
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You wander the crystal caves beneath Canterlot, chipping away at the stone walls in search of any gems you can find. They always held a certain magic to you glimmering with mesmerizing light even in the dim cavern.
Your pickaxe strikes solid rock again, the familiar clang echoing through the tunnels. A faint glimmer catches your eye another gem embedded deep within. You carefully dig it out and add it to the growing pile in your cart before continuing down the tunnel.
But then…you hear something.
A voice. Distant, echoing faintly off the stone walls.
You pause, brows furrowing. You were certain you were the only one down here.
Curiosity guides your hooves as you follow the sound. The deeper you go, the more you can tell whoever it is, they’re angry. Frustrated. Pacing, muttering, the tone sharp with bitterness.
Rounding a bend, you finally see her.
Another pony or something like one ranting under her breath as she stalks back and forth. Her coat is a deep black, wings thin and insect-like. Her mane flows in long, tangled turquoise strands. Her legs… riddled with holes.
You freeze, unsure whether to stay hidden or speak up.
She hasn’t noticed you. Yet.
“Those ponies! I will get my revenge on Canterlot and Rain Supreme, I will not be defeated”
After another moment of watching her for another moment you show yourself. “Um are you alright?”
The creature whirls around at the sound of your voice.
Her green eyes narrow instantly, slitted pupils locking onto you. Her sharp fangs peek through parted lips as her gaze rakes over you.
She steps forward slowly, wings giving a small buzz, her voice dripping with venom and disbelief. “What are you doing down here, pony?”
You glance at the cart behind you. “I was mining. For gems. I didn’t mean to..um.interrupt your… monologue.”
Her expression darkens. “Monologue? That was not a monologue, it was a vow.” Her voice rises in pitch, bitter and sharp. “One day, Chrysalis will rule over Canterlot and all of Equestria!”
Your ears twitch at the name. Queen Chrysalis. “Who?” you question never hearing the name before.
She goes quiet for a moment “Chrysalis queen of the changelings!” she repeats as if trying to make her title click in your head. Though you both just silently stare at each other you just giving her a small shrug.
Chrysalis rolls her eyes scoffing and turning away. “Insolent!. I will gather my changeling army again and everyone will know me!”
You stare down her turned figure before grabbing one of the gems from your cart, stepping closer you hold it out to her. She glances at you from the corner of her eye. Turning towards you slightly raising a brow.
“What.”
You take another step forward turning her to take it. “For you”
Her eyes narrow “why would I want something as useless as that?”
You smile gently despite her scathing tone. “Because it’s not useless. It’s beautiful. And I think you could use something to cheer you up! You seem very upset”
Chrysalis stomps her hoof glancing at the gem in your hoof then back at you. “a rock will not ‘cheer me up’ what I want is power!”
“Well I dont have any of that to spare” you set the gem down moving it closer to her.
Chrysalis glares at the gem like it personally offended her, her lip curling slightly. “I don’t need charity, especially not from some clueless pony with dirt on her hooves.”
You don’t flinch. “It’s not charity. It’s a gesture.”
“A gesture?” she echoes, sneering.
You nod. “Yeah. Of kindness I don’t know what happened to you or what made you so angry, but… maybe you don’t have to be alone down here.”
Chrysalis doesn’t respond immediately, her eyes locked on the gem. The buzzing of her wings stills for a moment, the cave falling quiet. “You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to drain you dry right now,” she mutters, before adding under her breath.
A pause.
Then, almost grudgingly, she nudges the gem with a hoof and drags it closer to herself.
“…I suppose it is mildly pleasing to look at,” she grumbles. “For a rock.”
Smiling you sit down beside her earning a side-eye. Then there's another beat of silence before she speaks. “Tell me your name and maybe I will spear you from my changeling’s wrath when I rule”
Her words erupt a humorous laugh from you. “You could just ask you know, my name is (y/n)”
Chrysalis huffs, clearly unamused by your laughter, though the faintest twitch at the corner of her mouth suggests she doesn’t entirely hate the sound.
“Ask? I command.”
You grin, leaning back against the cold stone wall. “Well, I’m not one of your subjects. So maybe a little politeness wouldn’t hurt.”
“(Y/N),” she repeats slowly, as if tasting the name on her tongue. “Hmph. It’s plain. But… not entirely offensive.”
You smirk. “Wow, I’m flattered.”
Chrysalis gives a sharp huff through her nose, her wings giving a small flick behind her. “You should be. I don’t hand out compliments lightly.”
You chuckle. “And yet here I am, with a not-entirely-offensive name and one gems less in my cart. I must be doing something right.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she mutters, though her gaze lingers on the heart-shaped gem still tucked beside her. Her expression shifts for the briefest second a quick soft look.
Then it vanishes behind a glare.
“This doesn’t mean we’re friends, pony,” she snaps suddenly. “I don’t do friends.”
You tilt your head, still smiling. “That’s fine. We can just be… two creatures sitting in a cave, talking. No labels.”
Chrysalis narrows her eyes suspiciously, like she’s searching for a trick or hidden motive behind your calmness. But when she finds none, she exhales through her teeth, clearly annoyed that she doesn’t hate the idea.
“Fine,” she mutters. “But don’t get used to it. The next time we meet, I might be your ruler.”
You nod solemnly. “Duly noted. Just promise you won’t vaporize me on sight.”
“I make no promises.”
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