the life of Winterborn

by prince_WinterBorn

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Sad, Romance, Princess Luna, Original Character, Princess Celestia, DJ P0N-3
Length: 1252

it a story about my oc and how he became a Prince and a Dj

this is the story of my oc WinterBorn and how became a prince and a Dj the first couple of chapter gonna be how became a prince the other will be how became a Dj and how he does both being a prince and a Dj at the same time .

and thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy it

Published 2017-05-11 05:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-05-25 00:18:21 UTC

chapter 1 of Winter's love life (redidtedTheMajorTechie)

Chapter 1: A Nighttime Encounter

I live the life of a prince; a beautiful wife, adoring subjects, a castle… however, there’s a second side to it all: Music.
As a colt, I’d always stay up late to watch the night sky above me, shimmering with the light of a thousand stars… even more, perhaps. It had

intrigued me on just how beautiful the night could be, and that… that led me to my closest love, Luna, the Princess of the Night.

Luna had always held feelings for her sister; especially so after her release from the clutches of Nightmare Moon’s corruption. Every day, she
would weep upon the balcony, summoning up the Tantabus in her own dreams to punish herself for her misdeeds.

It was saddening to watch the mare beat herself over her own wrongdoings each and every day, and as each cycle of punishment passed, I grew more and more impatient. Didn’t she already punish herself enough? Wasn’t being accepted so easily into society a settling point in her internal feud?

I could no longer take it, watching the Princess’ distressed tears each and every night as she wept upon her balcony. Me, being a simply a lowly DJ at the time, was naturally refused upon my request to meet the Princess. After all, Night Court had been cancelled for the past several weeks.

However, despite the setbacks that kept me from meeting the Princess, my time eventually came. I was strolling the streets of Canterlot, idly whistling the latest tune as my gaze passed over numerous storefronts, closed for the night. I heard wingflaps overhead as I turned the
corner, and found myself face-to-face with the Princess.

“Who art thou?” she had asked, her voice fluid and vibrant, “Who is this pony who treads the roads in the dark of the night?”

I shrugged in return. “My name is Winterborn,” I replied, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my princess.”

“And why dost thou lurk thy streets?” she had continued. “We...I do not know of your intentions, Winterborn.”

Naturally, I could tell that the princess was still adjusting from Old Equish, but I pushed on, determined to help her in any way I could.

I gestured to the saddlebag of equipment I carried, noting that I was simply returning to my home after a recent party I had been hired for. The mare, frankly, had been apparently surprised by the idea that the night was a time to celebrate, for she had, ingrained within her mind for many centuries, believed that her fellow ponies merely spent the night sleeping, foregoing the dazzling night sky she had constructed for them.

She poked and prodded at my equipment, which I had proudly displayed for her -- right on the street, even. However, the Princess didn’t appear to mind one bit, as she systematically browsed through each piece of gear. Multiple times, she had paused upon a particular object or two, turning to me in expectance of an explanation. As the night grew longer, however, I found myself itching to return home, and so I offered
the Princess a performance, right then and there.

To make it short: she loved it. Even though it lasted only a couple minutes, I could clearly see the Princess from behind my stand, moving her body to the beat.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked with a smirk, turning the volume up ever so slightly.

The Princess ignored me, opting instead to continue her own little dance routine, however strange her swaying motions seemed to my contemporary eyes. I, personally, was enjoying myself as well, using the moment as a chance to try a new mix before presenting it to the public.

We separated soonafter, with me returning to my dwelling, and her continuing her nighttime duties. This would only be the first of many encounters between us.

Author's Note

ok o this is my first stories and I'm not a great writer but if y'all wish y'all may go back and edit this for me if y'all wish that and on other note if y'all do edit this plz send me a message with your name and i will put the names of those who edited it in the author note section and this is my alternate reality so in this since my name is prince and I'm a big fan of luna the night princess iv dated her and married her and thank y'all for reading this.

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chapter 2 of Winter life (TheMajorTechie)

Over the course of the next few weeks, we began to meet more and more, and even on certain occasions I’d find myself staring at the Princess herself, waiting outside the doors of whichever building I performed in at the time. We’d typically talk for maybe an hour or two, before
separating, and heading in our respective dimensions.

Short, awkward talks gradually became conversations, conversations to discussions. Before we knew it, we were practically eye-to-eye on each others’ lives.On a suggestion by the Princess, I gave up my night job as a DJ for a couple months, opting instead to join the ranks of the Night Guard. Of course, however, it certainly took plenty of time to train, but as the days passed, I knew that I’d only grow closer to Luna.

As my days of training for the guard came and went, I began to learn of the ways that the guards behaved. Many of them were quite unruly, having descended from fathers who had been in the guard, as well as their grandfathers, and so on.

Before long, I found myself prowling the streets once more. Though, this time, I wasn’t hauling heavy equipment, nor was I bounding off to some rave party in an apartment complex. Rather, I was on street watch, which, as I had learned, was a common task assigned to new recruits. It was a bit saddening to leave the profession I had grown up with for most of my life, but my new one now allowed me to stay much closer to Luna, much to the delight of the both of us.

Of course, one may wonder, “Why? Why would two such different ponies try so hard to be with one another?”

To that, I would answer this: Everypony needs somepony to lean on sometimes. We all need to be supported when we fall, and sometimes, one wouldn’t simply be able to stand back up and brush themselves off. Princess Luna is a special embodiment of this case. As I had stated earlier on, the Princess often punished herself for her misdeeds behind her sister’s back, and, combined with the level of untrust that the ponies around me still had for her, it wasn’t hard to say that she was an emotional wreck.

Luna was a… strange pony, so to say. At times, she’d suddenly and unexpectedly burst into tears, bawling once more of her sorrow and pain for what she had done many eons ago. Often times, the only sign I’d notice prior to her outbreaks would be the unsure scrunch of her muzzle, as if she was trying to hold something deep within.

Eventually, we grew even closer than before, with the Princess allowing me to enter her personal chambers, and with I being stationed ever closer to said chambers. Our companionship grew into mutual friendship, and soon enough, love.