Dimentio x Reader - Showtime!
Wheeee, took me a few hours but I did it!! X) Enjoy, @thereaderinsertlady!
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“Come one, come all! The show is just about to start!” the ringmaster on the television program calls as the crowd erupts into screams of delight.
You smile, kicking your legs as you roll over onto your back. You look around at the empty room, your smile wavering. He’s still not here… where is he? You grab your phone, rolling back onto your stomach as you flip through your messages. You find Dimentio’s phone number easily, (you’re still surprised that Dimentio has a cell phone of all things - usually he’s very against modern technology,) and check the last message you had sent him hours ago.
We’re still on for watching the circus tonight, right?
Sent: 5:22pm
Read: 5:24pm
We are. I’ll see you tonight.
Sent: 5:25pm
Read: 5:26pm
Okay, so he knows you two are supposed to meet up, and he had said that he was going to be here. Then where is he?
Hey, where are you? I thought you’d come watch the circus broadcast with me?
You hesitate only a moment before sending the message. You set your phone down next to you, hugging a pillow close to your chest. Come on, Dimentio… You promised me. You glance up at the clock, counting the minutes until the top of the hour. Your mind started racing, the intrusive thoughts growing cacophonous:
He said he’d be here. He’d never miss a chance to watch the circus. Why isn’t he here yet? He can teleport, for God’s sake! It shouldn’t take him five hours to come over!
Maybe his magic is gone? Or maybe he overused his magic?
I doubt it. He said he has a backup reservoir of magic in case he needs it…
Maybe he lied to you about that?
Did he forget? Did he get busy?
If he got busy, why didn’t he let me know?
Important for Dimentio? Please! He doesn’t do important things! He enjoys spontaneity! He’s not one for serious topics!
Dimentio would have told us! He should have told us! He wouldn’t leave us in the dark!
We’ve planned this for weeks, and now… he’s not even going to show? Did he change his mind? Does he just not want to hang out?
Does… Does he not like me?
Was… Was all he said just a lie?
A yawn escapes you. God, I’m tired… I shouldn’t have stayed up so late last night… and I forgot to make coffee…
You close your eyes. Maybe… a quick nap wouldn’t hurt…
Tick… tick… tick… tick… tick-
I watch your sleeping form, laying across the top of the couch as I say nothing. Those ignorant buffoons… Why did they have to insist I socialize with them? I sigh, glancing down at you before checking to make sure the television had properly recorded the broadcast for the- oh, how many times have I checked by now? Twelve? I believe it was more than twelve times, but the exact amount escapes me. Taking a more humanoid form, I remove my mask and run a hand over my neck. “Of all the days they choose to socialize, they just had to pick today.”
I hate being late. It’s far from acceptable. It’s something you expect from someone like, say, O’Chunks, not me. I prefer to be early! I thrive off of thrills and action! Being late is like having melted ice cream in a hot summer sun because you had forgotten to eat it the very moment you bought it! I like being fashionably late if I absolutely have to be late for anything, but this time… Well, when you hang out with people who have no concept of time, you forget to check a clock. (Thanks thrice over for that sleight, Jevil - may your dimension dissolve into the nothingness you were born from. How can you do anything but refuse to summon a clock to check what time of day it is?!) And, when those people who have no concept of time forget to warn you to check a clock, you end up like a clownfish sucked into a swirling whirlpool of regret and anger .
Needless to say, Marx and Jevil are now hanging by their feet over an endless abyss now. Clods.
I sigh again. Oh, in the name of the Chaos Heart, I’m beginning to act like the old lovesick fool. I make a mental note to disrupt the count’s peaceful time with his - eugh - wife for their influence on me.
The sound of fabric moving quickly attracts my attention. I walk over to the couch, returning my mask to my face before sitting next to you. “Darling?”
You’re still asleep... dammit. I hum in annoyance, turning to look around your room. “Well, there has to be something entertaining in here while I wait…” I walk over and examine the bookshelves. “Hm…” I frown. “Why in the Underwhere do they have Romeo and Juliet?” I pull the book out, then toss it over my shoulder. “So primitive. Let’s see…” I pause. “Oh, in the name of the Chaos Heart- why are they reading this?! Why read poetry?! There’s so much better material to read!” I toss that book over my shoulder to join its pathetic brother. “Alright, clearly I have to organize all of these for them!” I wave my hand, pulling all of the books out of the shelves and floating into the air myself. “Let’s see… drab literature can go in the corner… literature that isn’t pathetic can be near the center… Ah ha ha, there’s a much better book! That one can go on the other side.” I spend a few minutes organizing before hearing a noise. I glance over my shoulder. “What in the-?”
Your phone glows in the darkness of the room.
“Oh, for the love of- ugh.” I walk over and pick up the phone, answering it. “What do you want?”
“Dimentio?” a voice on the other end asks in surprise.
Oh, great… the wonderful hero Mario. I roll my eyes. “No, it’s O’Chunks. Yes, this is Dimentio, you ignorant plumber. What in the name of the Chaos Heart do you want?”
“I thought I could talk to… you know, the owner of this phone?”
“They’re busy dancing a waltz with sleep in Dream World right now, so you’re out of luck. Now what do you want?”
I lose track of what all is said in the conversation. It was a barren wasteland of stupidity while I was the wind that wished to move the conversation along to its conclusion. At the end of the conversation, though, I do write down what Mario wants to ask.
“Alright, fine. I’ll let them know when they wake. Ciao.” I hang up, setting your phone back down on the table before looking at you. “In the name of the Chaos Heart, darling, how do you handle such idiocrasy every waking minute? It’s so taxing. I’m surprised you can still keep a clear mind with such trivial mediocrities.” I turn, glancing at the clock.
I frown, shaking my head. “Of course… of course it has to be morning. I swear, if Marx and Jevil ever make me late again, I will not hesitate to let the Chaos Heart consume their very essence!” I wince, placing a hand over my chest as the fragmented Chaos Heart pulsates violently. “Yes, yes, I know.” I glance around.
Marx has an endless appetite. It’s nigh-impossible to get any sustainable nourishment when socializing with him and, unfortunately, I had forgotten to eat anything before going over to his place. Yes, call me a fool for not preparing a lunch or something, but in my defense, I had believed I would only spend the morning with Marx and Jevil, not the entire day. I had wanted to go back to the count’s castle around midday to get ready for this… date, I suppose you can call it. I didn’t expect to galivant around with them until half-past five in the morning the very next day.
“There must be something of substance here…” I walk over to the refrigerator and open it. “…What is that?” I pull out a glass of… something. “It smells like citrus.”
My heart leaps like a ballerina performing for an opera. I quickly turn to see you awake and staring at me. “Darling, you’re awake!”
You rub at your eyes in a rather adorable way. “What took you?” you mumble. “You never texted me back…”
“Oh, you know how Marx and Jevil are. Disorganized chaos like children set free in a playground after a school day. Jevil had purposely misplaced my phone to ensure I didn’t keep staring at it while I was there.” I walk over to your side and sit down next to you, still holding the glass of juice. “May I?”
I down the contents in one breath. “Thank you, darling.” I teleport the glass to the sink, looking at you. “I apologize about my unexcused absence. I do hope it’s alright that I took the liberty to record the performance to make it up to you.”
“You know how to record TV shows?”
“Of course I do! It’s not that hard to figure out how to work that machine!” (Alright, that’s a lie - I had contacted Luigi to ensure I was doing the entire thing correctly because I had no clue what I was doing, but you don’t have to know that.) “It was my fault for giving you a cold shoulder! I felt it only necessary that I try to atone for such a horrid sleight!”
You roll your eyes. “You can drop the fancy speech around me, you know.”
“I cannot possibly fathom what you’re insinuating, darling.” There is no hiding my smile, however.
You laugh quietly, leaning against my chest. “Dimentio, you goofball.”
“I wouldn’t call myself that, darling. I’m a jester, not a clown.”
“Those are the same thing.”
“Mm, I don’t believe so- mmph!” I feel my entire body freeze as you kiss me, somehow having moved my mask without me realizing it. As you move back, it takes a moment to regain any semblance of brain functionality. “Wha-?”
You look up at me before removing my mask entirely. “You know, you’re still pretty handsome when you’re blushing.”
My face burns. I can only imagine what it looks like to you. “Er… thank you…?”
You kiss me again, your legs on either side of my lap and your arms around my neck. I make a… ahem, “noise” as an uncomfortable warmth fills my lower abdomen. I seize you close, closing my eyes and ignoring the Chaos Heart pounding in my ears like a percussion line in an orchestra. We break apart every so often, but for only a moment so you can take a breath before we continue to make out. After a bit, I find myself on my back with you straddling my waist. I glance at my chest to see both of your hands on my chest. “U-Uh… darling, you’re rather close-”
Your face turns a rather beautiful shade of red as you finally seem to notice our position. “Oh… oops.” You give a nervous laugh. “I-I guess I just… I-I missed you…”
I sit up, leaning back against my arms to look at you. “You knew I would arrive, though, darling. I just wasn’t accounting for Marx and Jevil making me lose track of time.”
“I-I know. I just thought…” My eyes dart lower to see you rub your wrist. “I-I thought you weren’t going to show up… I-I thought you had lied to me and… and didn’t actually love me…”
“Wha- Darling, of course I love you.” I sit up completely, moving you properly onto my lap and holding you close. “Don’t ever believe that I don’t.”
“Ssh…” I press a kiss to your forehead. “I do love you. I’ve never loved anyone more than I adore you.”
I gently grasp your hand with one of mine and guide your hand to my chest. “Darling, can you feel this?” I ask quietly.
You blush as the Chaos Heart beats within me and against your fingers. “Your… Your heart?”
“It has never beat like this for anyone the way it does for you.” I lift your hand and press a kiss to the back of it. “I have never loved anyone like I love you, darling. Please… never forget that.”
I close the gap between us, kissing you once again to silence you. The hand not on my chest reaches up and tangles in my hair while the other hand presses against me a bit harder. I moan at the feeling, voicelessly scolding myself as one hand goes and cups the back of your head and my other hand caresses your back. After a minute, I move back and look down at you. “I love you, darling. I really do.”
You stare up at me before the most adorable laugh I’ve heard escapes you. It lights up your entire being with happiness. For the briefest moment, the Chaos Heart quits beating, letting me feel my own heartbeat for the first time since the Chaos Heart had been destroyed by the count. “I love you, too, Dimentio.”
I smile in turn and lean back against the arm of the chair. “Well, since I’m here, and we have time to kill before the count starts getting suspicious of my whereabouts, shall we do what we should have done last night?”
You smile, laying against my chest as you pick up the remote and click the recording. “Afterwards, do you want to watch anything else? Or maybe play a video game?”
I chuckle. “You just want an excuse to be around me longer, don’t you?”
Your face turns a cute shade of pink. “Are you okay with that?”
“Ah ha ha ha ha~ I’d enjoy nothing more, darling.”
