MMMystery of My Heart

by cartuneslover19

Rating: everyone
Tags: Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 7871

Taking place after the ending of "MMMystery on the Friendship Express", a proud griffon and a certain unicorn form a friendship that could possibly lead to something more. Wh said cake is the sweetest thing there is?

After the ending of "MMMystery on the Friendship Express", Gustave le Grand takes great notice in the one mare who did NOT take a bite of the cake and also gave her part to solving the mystery and always kept her attitude at calm when others lost it.

What does this proud baker exactly feel and how is this mare unlike any pony he has ever met? And who says you can't have your cake and eat it, too? Especially when eating it means the start of an unlikely but very much wonderful friendship...

Author's Note: Ever since that 'MMMystery' episode aired, I had HOPED people would bring in some Gustave le Grand stories into this site the way we've been given some good PinkiexJoe ones. I mean, he's the second GRIFFIN to appear on the show since Gilda! Glad to be one of the first to make one! ;)

Published 2013-01-12 22:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-13 02:46:13 UTC

Incredible pleasure

Incredible pleasure

Yeah, it's been a while since I've uploaded anything, but now I've FINALLY got this story started! :) Pretend like 'Discordant Feelings' never happened and that poor Discord is still in stone...:(

But other than that, enjoy! :D
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He laughed to ignore the ongoing growling his stomach refused to cease, having witnessed a culinary masterpiece vanish in mere seconds.

That pink pony had a bigger appetite than a fully-grown dragon, and the sight of her patting her bulging belly, licking frosting and sprinkles off her cheeks, made the griffon wish he had snuck a bite before the competition had begun; that Pinkie Pie as well as three of her friends had the valor to do such a thing back on the train. At least the kind solar princess herself managed to get a slice, much thanks to the kindness and consideration of a certain violet unicorn.

“Well, so much for ‘let them eat cake’...

Speaking of which...

Gustav Le Grand shifted his eyes over to the sight of the mare herself as she stifled her giggles, simply humoring her satisfied friend lounging on the table. Though her purple eyes shone with melancholy that she never had the chance to taste the creation they had all worked on, her smile remained, still sincerely happy the cake had won.

Twilight’s eyes loomed over Pinkie Pie as she strolled closer to the table. “Uh, Pinkie, do you need help getting up?”

Her friend slowly turned her head, rubbing her belly as she gave the unicorn a content smile. She was about to speak, but then let out a massive belch. Twilight stepped back, a bit disgusted, but dare didn’t complain about it.

“Now that is a cake!” Pinkie Pie beamed. Struggling a bit, she managed to roll herself off the table before her hooves finally touched grass, however, she wobbled a bit, due to the consumption of the entire cake.

The unicorn smiled, watching as Pony Joe and Mulia Mild walked over to congratulate Pinkie Pie, confessing their gratitude for saving them from humiliation after the so-called ‘cake mystery incident’.

Gustav’s beak curved into a smile, just as grateful that, despite having been uncontrollable in unintentionally consuming his rivals’ pastries and losing his own in the process; Pinkie Pie really pulled them all through and he had to thank her for that.

“Well, since the competition is over with, I suggest we all just enjoy the other competitors’ goods as well.”

However, deep down, someone else deserved the thanks even more.

The griffin glanced back at the sight of Twilight Sparkle, doing her best to pull back one of her friends, an orange pony with a hat, from the depression of never having the chance to savor the cake as well. He watched as the violet mare’s eyes lowered in sympathy, patting the other pony with a comforting hoof, earning her a smile.

It was no surprise to him that the unicorn was so good at encouraging others; she had done the same thing back on the train ride to Canterlot, when he had acted like a pompous jerk and degrading her friend’s original cake.

The way her voice flowed when he had glared daggers at his rivals, how her words soothed the tension that was beginning to rise between him, Pony Joe, and Mulia Mild. She was just one of those ponies who didn’t wish for a fight to break out between others, and she showed that in a way that wasn’t disrespectful...unlike a few of her friends, that was for sure.

He watched as Twilight gave her orange-colored friend an encouraging nudge to go ahead and sample the other baked goods in the garden. As the other mare, Applejack she was named, trotted to do what she had desired to do ever since boarding the train, his eyes remained on the violet mare, who was then approached by Princess Celestia herself. Simply catching up, of course.

During the train ride, Pony Joe had mentioned to him that Twilight originally resided in Canterlot, before she decided to stay in Ponyville to be close to her friends. She was Princess Celestia’s prized pupil, and her dear friend. To some, they would say Twilight Sparkle was very lucky to have such a close touch with one of the two rulers of Equestria.

Gustav had to disagree. He believed it was the other way around.

He continued watching her, idly walking as to not stand around like some statue. He watched as she and Princess Celestia shared a laugh. As Twilight laughed, Gustav noticed how soft yet bubbly it sounded. Not scratchy as of compared to some mares’ shrieks, or annoying like one unintentionally bringing one to the brink of sadness, nor ‘fake’ like some who just laugh to humor others with reluctance; this mare’s laugh sounded genuine.

Immediately, Twilight shifted her gaze from the princess, and Gustav realized she had caught him staring at her. The griffin let out a startled gasp, and before he knew it, his body crashed into a nearby table of pies which, thankfully, none had toppled over onto the ground.

Gustav’s feathers ruffled with embarrassment as he gave the owner of the pies a quick apology, then nervously shifted his eyes over to Twilight, and, much to his added anxiety, she continued watching him. She raised an eyebrow at his little incident, not appalled, just slightly curious. He hurriedly scampered out of sight, feeling the redness enter in his feathery cheeks.

“Oh, sweet croissant...” He murmured to himself as he kept his head low.

He continued walking before he suddenly found himself near the garden’s entrance, out of anypony’s sight. He let out a troubled sigh, before his talons idly played with his long mustache.

“Hey, Gustav!”

He flinched, pinching the ending tail of his mustache in surprise before he quickly whirled around.

There she stood, her purple eyes blinking curiously at him while her long mane bounced a bit as she cocked her head to regard him closely. He felt the feathers at the back of his neck stick up at end, making the scarf he wore feel almost uncomfortable.

Still, he managed a smile, immediately removing his talon that was so tightly pinching at his mustache.

“Ah, Madmoiselle Twilight,” he greeted with as much calm cheer as he could muster.

She just smiled at him, her purple eyes serving her name well. “I just wanted to tell you personally congrats for your part of that unique cake...that Pinkie had consumed in a few seconds,” she added with an unenthusiastic tone.

The griffon managed a chuckle, waving a talon like it was no big deal. “Oh, thank you, Twilight,” he said. “I am just happy my eclairs did not go in disgrace!”

Recalling that moment on the train when he discovered his pastries eaten down as if a wild parasprite had been present, he was sure he had almost fainted.

“Well, I can understand a baker’s pride,” the unicorn rolled her eyes humorously, “but in any way, I doubt your eclairs might have become a ‘disgrace’. I mean, you heard what Pony Joe said; he absolutely adored them! And I will admit that I was a bit jealous that he actually got to try your eclairs, rapidly consuming them in the process.”

Her light praise really surprised Gustav, and hearing such a compliment made him feel even more confident than he usually was. She was an extremely smart pony, so he just knew she was telling him the truth.

“Well, anything made by these hands,” he announced proudly, raising his claws above his torso, “is a must-have recipe to eat!”

“Oh, I can understand that!” Twilight beamed. “Mr. and Mrs. Cake, the ones who made that massive dessert, make the best goodies in Ponyville! With a little Pinkie touch.” She added with a wink.

She looked so sure and confident when she said that, and the griffon found himself even more impressed than ever by her knowing attitude and immediate gesture.

Things suddenly became silent, save for the ongoing bustle and chatter occurring back in the garden. Gustav cleared his throat, deciding to break the awkward silence and strike up any kind of conversation with the young mare.

“So,” he began, his accent becoming slightly thicker, “Celestia’s pride and joy, no?”

Twilight lowered her head, her cheeks red with embarrassment. “I’m just her student.”

“Her star student,” the griffon chuckled. “Pony Joe told me everything.”

“Oh, that Joe!” Twilight threw her head back with a laughable scoff. “He even brags to his customers about my life in the castle whenever I visit his shop.”

“You must admit, Twilight Sparkle,” Gustav insisted, “you are, after all, one of a kind.”

His eyes immediately widened when he realized just what on Earth left his mouth. The unicorn gave him a surprised look, quite taken aback by his choice of words.

Why in sweet almond cookies did he put it like that?

Was he...flirting?

Celestia, no! It was simply a compliment, and judging by the unicorn as he had noticed her on the train, she was not one to be fooled around with in lousy charm or cheesy lines.

He quietly gazed at Twilight, whose ears appeared more perked up as she regarded him closely, as if contemplating what he had just told her.

He was almost terrified he was pushing toward somewhere, but he mentally blew a sigh of relief when the mare simply smiled, her eyes not flashing any sign of question.

“As if I can’t say the same for you!” She laughed aloud.

The griffon raised an eyebrow questionably, and Twilight just rolled her eyes, keeping her smile.

“Well, other than how rare it is to come across griffons,” she said nonchalantly, “meeting one who bakes, let alone famous for doing that is an incredible pleasure.”

Incredible pleasure...did Gustav just hear that right?

The words rang in his ears, the unicorn’s voice making his brain do a double leap. True, in Manehatten, he had often been described as ‘magnificent’ or even ‘extraordinary’, and the occasional ‘master chef’...

But to be referred to as an 'incredible pleasure'...that struck something new in him.

Something very new, indeed.

Twilight noticed how silent he had become and immediately grew worried that she might have said something not to his satisfaction.

“I’m sorry,” she quickly apologized, “were you hoping something more along the lines of perhaps ‘magnificent’ or ‘extraordinary’?”

The griffon almost thought she was smart enough to read minds, but judging by her expression he must have looked ridiculous after drinking in such a compliment.

“Oh, no,” he laughed forcibly, “I am quite touched by your small praise.”

He was starting to return back to his pompous, overly-confident self, but the mare didn’t seem to notice. Or perhaps didn’t mind.

Twilight gave a warm smile, knowing too well how she and this griffon had somewhat bonded and formulated something of a friendship. There was still so much she wanted to know about him: his career, his home, his ups and downs, maybe even what brings utter joy to him other than baking.

One step at a time, she needed to remind herself. It would be just like the very first time she met her five friends from Ponyville.

The mare felt her smile grow bigger as she stood by the griffon’s side, much to his surprise. She gestured a hoof back to where the aisles of sweets and pastries awaited them.

“We should get something to eat,” she insisted.

Gustav said nothing, having forgotten how much his stomach had growled earlier. Seeing as she was not leaving him alone anytime soon, he nodded. He was fine with that.

It would be an incredible pleasure.

Silently, walking back into the garden, Twilight led him back to the table where the cake once stood. The griffon was slightly confused by why she had brought him back here. Perhaps this was the best place to talk and she wanted to bring up more about the incident on the train?

He watched as the back of her mane bobbed while she turned her head. She gave him a coy look.

Why did that look suddenly give him such chills? The chills that actually feel sort of nice?

Suddenly, whipped right in front of his face, in a glowing red aura, a plate of dessert was present.

However, it wasn’t just any dessert.

“A slice of the cake?” He gasped in surprise, shifting his eyes from the delicacy to the mare herself.

Twilight chuckled, her horn glowing such a peaceful red. “Well, Princess Celestia gave me half of her slice after Pinkie consumed the whole cake.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Since Applejack had been the only one besides me who didn’t give into temptation and nearly cost the competition, I offered her some. But she refused.” She laughed and shook her head. “Said I should have my cake and eat it, too. All of it.”

Gustav just listened, quite pleased by the princess’ generosity, and even more so by Twilight’s.

The unicorn glanced at him, her smile just as warm as the sun.

“I thought maybe since we’ve had quite a good chat,” she offered, the plate floating beside her, “maybe you’d like some?”

The griffon’s eyes widened. “Me?” He jabbed a feather at his chest, almost feeling disbelief.

“Well, yeah,” she laughed, “I mean, you were co-creator of the cake, remember?”

He watched as she placed the plate down on the table beside them, her magic glow fading away. Immediately, her horn glowed once more as she brought out two forks in front of them.

“Come on, Gustav,” she urged playfully. “At least have a bite of your victory.”

Fingers felt delicate as they grasped one of the forks, he continued gazing at her as she used her magic to push the plate closer to him, her eyes holding some plead.

The way her eyes were directed at him, with that warm smile and the mental push she was giving, the griffon felt the feathers from the back of his neck stick out once more.

Ever so slowly, he dipped his fork into the slice, allowing it to slide through frosting and sprinkles before he lifted it up to his lips.

Finally, he tasted what he had help create.

The flavor followed by the joyful expression Twilight gave him as he sampled it, he could only think of two words to describe the entirety in general.

Incredible pleasure.
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Bread and Butter

First off, I am SO sorry that is has been like forever since I posted the first chapter, with me having spent most of my time on Deviantart and focusing so much on Littlest Pet Shop! D: I promise you, out of all the chapters, this is definitely the most difficult! I promise you the next one will be a breeze for me! ;)

Thank you everyone who decided to give this story a shot and try one of the most unusual pairings in MLP history! :D
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Gustav watched as the train to Ponyville left, five ponies waving farewell from the window.

He turned his gaze toward their sixth, who held a simplistic smile while waving a hoof to her friends.

Twilight Sparkle had remained Canterlot to catch up on things. By catching up, the griffin knew she meant spending time with the solar princess herself. But the unicorn had mentioned she would also simply bask in the beauty that was her first home, visit Pony Joe’s donut shop and perhaps take a brisk walk through the sophisticated town, see if she could meet any faces that would strike familiarity.

But also, she would like to get to know her new friend as well.

Him.

The griffon had been flustered by such a statement, but he kept his placidity intact while deep down he suddenly felt like doing backflips.

What astounded him even more was how Twilight had immediately referred to him as her friend. True, she concluded the same with both Joe and Mulia Mild, Joe much more since she grew up in Canterlot, but still...

As soon as the train became a mere speck in the distance, Twilight turned and smiled at Gustav, the griffon returning the gesture as both exited out of the station, intending to begin their first official day in Canterlot together.

“So, Gustav,” Twilight began, her tone depicting her growing curiosity, “have you found a place to stay for the time here in Canterlot?”

The griffin suddenly recalled that he hadn’t even thought of a place to reside since he and the others had arrived in Canterlot. He silently shook his head.

Twilight simply smiled, as if she knew that was his answer.

“Well, how about the castle?”

The suggestion made his eyes nearly pop out with surprise. The castle? The most powerful and revered building of all buildings in Canterlot, let alone Equestria? And Twilight Sparkle, prodigy to the sun princess herself, was willing to allow him to sleep there?

The unicorn caught on and just laughed. “Last time Rarity was here, I had Princess Celestia prepare a room for her in the castle. Any friend of mine, Celestia is willing to provide a room.”

Gustav was still speechless, and this furthered a chuckle from Twilight.

“So would that be a yes?”

Unable to claim his voice, he just nodded.

“Great,” Twilight beamed, “come on, let’s go get something to eat. I’ll show you my favorite cafe other Pony Joe’s donut shop.”

Without even an utter, Gustav silently trailed behind the unicorn, his heart pounding and mind fogged with the realization that later tonight he would be laying on a mattress that was truly made for royalty.
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Gustav silently gazed down at his cup of tea, having taken a few sips during the course of the conversation.

Actually, the unicorn in front of him did most of the conversing as she discussed about certain things, especially complimenting the cafe they were sitting in front of on such a lovely day.

Though the pompous griffin was usually one to ramble about his life, mostly his triumphs and expertise, he did enjoy listening to Twilight take the conversation by the reins. Her voice projected her open mind to the many givings and wonders she had experienced, from Canterlot to back in Ponyville.

In more pragmatic terms, compared to him, her life was beyond astounding.

He listened as she spoke of recent events that occurred in Ponyville: her participation in her first Winter Wrap-Up, her letters to the princess, an Ursa Minor incident involving some conceded showmare.

She made slight mention of ‘finding elements and stopping the darkness’ or something like that. But the mare immediately bit her tongue on the spontaneous topic, insisting she would explain it better another time...

Then she spoke of her fillyhood, her desire to attend Celestia’s academy for the gifted and how, by a stroke of fate (more particular a certain blast), had triggered such a power within her she never thought she could sustain. Thus, it had given her the sun princess’ recognition and what transcended into the position the intelligent unicorn possessed today. And that was the day she even earned her cutie mark.

Now Gustav wasn’t one very adept nor interested in the ‘pony culture’ of cutie mark producing(he was a griffin, afterall), but presently he felt his curiosity induce from what the unicorn described of her experience.

Ah, her cutie mark...The griffin smiled.

The design matched her personality and talent perfectly. A bright, twinkling star surrounded by minuscule ones that adorned her flank-

The griffon ceased his thoughts right there. Where did that come from?

He didn’t even remember the others ponies’ cutie marks, even Pinkie Pie’s, but he could remember Twilight’s and hers only?

He immediately took a larger swig of his tea as Twilight concluded her part of the conversation.

“I think I’ve already spoken a good amount about myself,” she recounted. “What about you, Gustav? I’d love to hear more about you.”

More about him...

The griffon felt his tongue grow dry, his loquacious side taking an immediate halt as he stared at the awaiting unicorn. He always talked, bragged, actually, about himself. Pride was obvious in his words, and he wouldn’t get enough of saying so.

Yet at this very moment, he was completely mute.

He didn’t want to comment something that would make those calm, violet eyes narrow in question.

Finally, after a few moments, and mentally rehearsing his chosen words, Gustav clasped his talons in front of him on the table and began to speak.

“Well, for starters,” his thick accent able to even claim attention from three tables away, “you already know I am a famous chef.”

“One of the best,” Twilight added sincerely.

Again, he felt the feathers on his neck stick up on end from yet another compliment, but he immediately ignored that and re-directed himself on the conversation.

“Well, as a young griffin, I had grown up with my mother’s fantastic cooking,” he confessed. “My mother always made the best bread and churned the most savorous butter in Equestria.”

He watched as the curiosity grew in those sparkling irises, the unicorn leaning forward like a little filly drinking in a bedtime story with a powerful introduction. He smiled, feeling his pride swell knowing he was providing her with an interesting story of his life.

“We were a large family,” he continued, “I being the youngest, or, as most would describe it, the ‘runt of the litter’.”

That last statement elicited a small giggle from Twilight as she rotated her head in a different direction, still gazing at him with amusement.

“Eight brothers,” he revealed, “while they all wanted to be lawyers, doctors, or even writers, I was the only one who had a love for cooking. Just like my mother.”

It felt slightly unusual for Gustav to speak of his childhood, though that was quite a paradox since his entire life’s story had been published just last month(flying off the shelves immediately). But when such words escaped from his beak, they not only sustained a sense of personal influence, but of a new given sensation.

He felt all tingly from his tail feathers to his entire physique as he spoke, and he wasn’t sure whether it was merely just talking or because he was talking with her.

“That is such a wonderful story,” Twilight commented, having rested her head on her hooves as they laid on the table.

Gustav prayed the redness in his cheeks was subtle enough on his white feathers as he smiled sheepishly.

“She taught me everything she knew about cooking, and soon, I attended culinary school. Before long, I was a master chef and was soon recognized for my talent with spoon and fork.”

He smiled, that familiar feeling he once felt when that first photo of him had been taken, hitting the newspapers of Manehattan, another bounce in the beginning of his career. His mother was so proud of him, she was proud of all her sons for pursuing their dream careers, but special connection between her and her youngest...

Gustav knew he had not only just landed a career, he continued a legacy.

His mother was quite popular, a female griffin who owned a lovely restaurant that was a great place for tourists. Wings quick and sharp wit combined made the most incredible delicacies that Gustav felt his mouth water just recalling such a memory.

He remembered how small he was, and how he barely reached the table to try and sneak in a bite or two before his mother served it to the patrons. When pies and sandwiches were completely out of his grasp, there was still two items he always managed to capture.

His mother’s delicious bread and butter.

That was always served for free as soon as customers reached their seats. A preview that made them desperate for her entrees and even dessert after just one bite of soft, cushy bread swabbed with creamy butter. True, the main courses were astounding, but customers had always paid their compliments to the simple bread and butter. And that’s why they tipped so heavily that Gustav’s mother had decided to jar her butter and sell if such a satisfied customer was willing to buy one after enjoying his or her meal.

Gustav suddenly felt a pang of guilt within the pit of his stomach as that memory faded.

Being a famous chef, he always made delicacies that acquired more sophisticated taste. More spices, more ingredients, more culinary additions that would fit a royal’s palate.

Simple recipes that were inspired by a loving mother had never reached his mind when he was preparing certain meals for rich, famous, or even someone who longed for mastered dishes of exotic taste.

Who would want simple bread and butter?

Only him, as that simple meal was only prepared for himself when he was at home.

True, he wasn’t living with his mother anymore as was none of his brothers, but he always did visit her every so often when work didn’t overcome him. To her, he should be sharing family recipes and reveling others with fine, loving tastes that reminded one of home.

Sadly, the dishes he made now hit nowhere close to home. Though his mother didn’t know, he felt ashamed of not at least splicing a little bit of griffin love into at least one dish.

It was a few moments before Gustav realized he had been silent for what might have been the longest hour. He blinked back into reality, returning to present-day Canterlot and his tea which was becoming cold.

He raised his eyes and noticed Twilight continuously stare at him. She did not raise an eyebrow, nor show the least bit of irritation for his sudden pensive state. Instead, she smiled, as if having read his mind as it took a journey back to childhood.

“Your mother sounds like such an amazing woman,” Twilight said softly.

Again, he prayed his white feathers overcame any hint of redness as the griffin idly played with his mustache in embarrassment.

“I think about her every time I cook.”

Twilight murmured a small ‘mmm’ as she leaned herself back into her normal position, as if she had analyzed deep through his school and watched his memory play.

“Did you think about her when you made your eclairs?”

The eclairs, oh, his mother made such wonderful eclairs!

But sadly, compared to her, Gustav had taken a more competitive route, adding aggression and determination more than patience and love into his own pastries. Even the filling itself was prepared an entirely different way.

“Yes,” he said finally.

And hope she never finds out I completely differed in her way, he thought bitterly.

He reached down and sipped his tea again, choosing it as a distraction to not deter him from the conversation nor his calm, collective attitude at the moment.

“I sure would love to try your mother’s cooking sometime, since she was responsible for giving Equestria an amazing chef.”

That comment nearly made him choke and he grasped his cup tightly, his hawk-like eyes looming over her in surprise. Twilight just beamed, her expression as clear as the moon princess’ stars at night.

She really was something, that Twilight Sparkle, the griffin knew. Intelligent, sensitive, smart, and such a good conversationalist. Celestia would be crazy if she had never chosen the unicorn as her personal prestige, and few had the gall to say in regards to one of their majesties.

Before he gave it any thought, Gustav immediately blurted out something he should have rehearsed over in his mind.

“You should come with me back to Manehattan sometime.”

As soon as those words escaped his beak, he immediately slapped a talon over his face, feeling himself flush for coming out so unexpectedly.

However, this little outburst emitted quite a reaction from the unicorn. Twilight’s mouth fell in awe, curved in an excited open smile as her eyes twinkled.

“Manehattan?” She repeated. “Really? Oh, wow, that would great!”

Her happy response brought feelings of pride and confidence once more, and Gustav managed a crooked smile, still feeling sorely embarrassed.

He then noticed her expression slowly melt to one of contemplation as she regarded him fondly. Her lips curved in a soft smile as her eyes lowered...almost as if she seemed kind of nervous.

“Maybe it’s just me,” Twilight began, “because, well, it’s usually me when it comes to the strangest things...” She forced a chuckle. “But if I could calculate this request...it almost sounded like you were asking me on somewhat of a date.”

That last word...date...suddenly made the griffin stiffen and he hardly noticed that his trembling talons released his cup which fell on the table, spilling whatever tea was left.

His mustache curved across his stunned expression, and his eyes widened larger than both moon and sun.

Twilight winced, feeling her heart pound with utter embarrassment as she felt like she just dropped a piano on him. She knew that feeling...

“Oh, my gosh!” She exclaimed. “I...I’m so sorry about that!”

Her cheeks became red, and her ears lowered. She suddenly wished she would just go back in time and prevent herself from saying such a ridiculous thing.

Gustav quickly shook himself from his state and stared at Twilight, who looked just as embarrassed as he had been for the whole day. Her mane nearly covering her eyes, her eyebrows knitted together like two arrows, and the way her teeth sucked on her bottom lip, indicating how much she wanted to refuse to ever speak again.

In a way, it was simply captivating.

Kind of adorable.

Seeing her in this state felt sort of comforting in Gustav’s case and the griffin managed a tender smile, feeling the more serene of the two and his feathers began to relax.

“Do not fret, Ms. Twilight,” he spoke casually. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

This seemed to induce her anxiety further as Twilight tried to smile, her teeth nearly chewing her bottom lip off; this made Gustav mentally chuckle.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she finally spoke, sounding exasperated. “I’m sorry...again.”

She managed a weak chuckle, her bottom lip finally released as her teeth gnashed forcibly, trying to appear more calm as he was.

“I can tend to be super nervous and when I feel I’ve done something wrong, I could reduce to a semi-nervous-breakdown,” she rambled. “Like that one time when I was afraid I would infuriate Celestia by not sending a friendship report on time and I spent the whole day trying to find problems, and when I became super desperate, I used my fillyhood doll, Smarty Pants, and-”

She immediately stopped, her eyes widening in realization, resorting to biting her bottom lip once more, almost harder.

Gustav, however, seemed quite amused. Who was Smarty Pants again? And how could Celestia be angry with such a kind, intelligent unicorn as Twilight?

“I am so sorry!” Twilight squeaked. “I lost myself again!”

Before the unicorn could project a third apology, Gustav reached across the table and his talons gently grasped her hoof. This act completely surprised Twilight as her eyes drew to her held hoof, before they rose and purple met light gold.

She wasn’t the only one surprised as Gustav found himself gazing into those twinkling irises once more. His beak curved and his cheeks flushed, mentally questioning how he had managed to pull such a simple act that generated a lot of tension through each other’s bodies. The feathers on the back of his neck began to rise once more.

They simple stared at one another, faces so hot it was as if Celestia’s sun was mere inches away from where they sat.

Complete silence reigned as they took in each other’s presence, a hold that entwined them like a string.

As his mouth found no words to break the ‘silent spell’, Gustav took this moment to observe the unicorn more closely than he had ever done before.

She looked so innocent, slightly flushed, curious...gentle...breathtaking...

...beautiful.

Gustav felt his feathers grow even hotter, even hotter than the solar goddess’ sun, and he could feel his talons partially soak in little perspiration and he was sure Twilight could feel it on her strong but delicate hoof.

However, Twilight seemed to have not noticed or simple paid no mind. She just gazed at him, blinking when she needed to, studying him like a book.

A book worth her time, probably more time than any of the ancient books of the grand Canterlot library.

Still quiet as ever, Twilight’s lips tugged until finally they formed a tiny smile.

That smile could melt any man in sight.

Melt like the butter to his mother’s famous bread.

“Thank you,” the unicorn finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

A mere couple of words of gratitude for calming her down. But to the griffin, he knew simple words meant so much more.

And with that, he managed a delicate smile on his beak, feeling his heart about pound right through his chest.
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For the whole day, Gustav had been by Twilight’s side, exploring the depths of Canterlot. Sightseeing, vendor hopping, and even window shopping. Twilight had even introduced him to a market place where he could purchase some new ingredients for whatever recipe he planned to cook while temporarily residing in Canterlot.

The griffin had been slightly discreet about his purchases, wanting to surprise the unicorn with a recipe he felt needed to be done.

Done the right way.

The eclairs his mother had created that was one of many culinary and pastry dishes that inspired him into becoming who he was today.

Bread and butter needed to be made by her hands for Twilight to really savor that ‘love and grace’ his mother sprinkled on all her famous dishes. So he decided that re-creating the dish he made earlier(which had been consumed Pony Joe) would be a perfect first.

And as luck would have it, Twilight allowed him access to the castle’s kitchen.

The castle...

Since he was a young griffin, Gustav often dreamed about the Canterlot castle, the home of the sun and moon royals, the place where history began to unfold. True, he had just been there earlier alongside Twilight and the others...but that was only the gardens.

He was going enter its interior. With a guest room prepared specially for him.

The thought made him almost want to spread his wings and soar, and even conduct his own ‘sonic rainbow’ is he could.

But in the eyes of royals, he needed to be on his best behavior, just as he had done with he had stood before Princess Celestia during the cake competition.

But, unlike most ponies, Gustav didn’t fear the royals. They were like everypony else; they could laugh, slightly fool around, be playful...even, as Pinkie Pie had exclaimed ‘pig out’, and he had taken a glimpse of Celestia when her mouth watered at the sight of the cake.

As his mind wandered about being the first in his family to be present inside the castle, he nearly forgotten it was evening, and Luna’s moon shone brightly among her kingdom.

The glorious moonlight, another wonderful facet added to this absolutely wonderful day.

No, not wonderful...perfect.

Like biting into a warm piece of his mother’s bread and allowing the flow of melted butter tickle the lips.

Dear croissants! He really couldn’t stop thinking about his mother’s cooking! Well, it was getting close to dinner time, after all!

He glanced over at Twilight, her smile glowing in the dark blue sky with her head raised, taking the lead to bring him to the castle.

Luna’s moonlight shone over her mane, over her violet fur...it was like looking at a portrait at the Canterlot art gallery.

Though this was a true masterpiece that he was proud that he, and he alone, could witness on this glorious night of nights.
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An hour or so, Gustav felt his heart about flip as his feet touched the marble floors of the castle.

History shone through ever corner, and the tapestries and fancy rugs enhanced even further than his imagination beheld.

He couldn’t wait to send a letter to his mother and inform her of this incredible experience.

He looked over to Twilight, who gazed at him happily, as if having awaited his exact reaction to this new discovery. Her purple eyes held even more glow than the castle lights, sparkled than any of the stain glass windows, more stunning than any work of art present within the castle walls...

Yes, he couldn’t wait to write his mother about what he had seen.

It was after a few moments that Twilight re-introduced him to Princess Celestia, and the griffin acted as gentleman as he possible could, bowing to her presence while thanking her for allowing him a room in her home.

The lunar princess was off to work, Gustav knew, and Celestia’s presence created even more awe for him as she led both him and Twilight through the castle corridors to find his room.

The solar princess had talked about some of the castle’s history, while openly joking that she didn’t want to sound so boring. She did often speak about the kitchen down below, and how her chefs and bakers were astounded to learn that the famous Gustav le Grand would be temporarily residing in the castle.

Finally, they stopped in front of a large door. Using her magic, Celestia opened it, introducing him to a room that would make a famous interior designer cry with desire.

The room was massive, its marble floors able to give reflection. Fancy lamps and other indoor appliances brought much more royal atmosphere to the jaw-dropping space, and the queen-size bed...it was even bigger than the one he had back in Manehattan, and he knew he would definitely be sleeping like a king tonight!

“This is my room?” He said aloud, as if still assuming he was still in a dream.

Both Celestia and Twilight shared a laugh.

“You remind me of when Twilight’s friend Rarity had once stayed at the castle,” the solar princess chuckled. “I do my best to provide for my guest.”

The best? More like perfect!

“I’ll leave you two be,” the princess said, her voice sounding a bit more playful before she turned and walked down the hall.

However, before she disappeared a mere speck, Gustav could have sworn she winked at him.

He decided to ignore it as he walked over to his luggages that had been brought to the castle earlier(the bellhop sounded so relieved for some reason). He opened one suitcase and took out something.

Twilight joined by his side and gazed at what appeared to be a picture frame.

“Is that...?”

Gustav smiled proudly. “Yes, that’s my mother.”

He watched as her eyes widened in mild surprise, her lips in a joyous smile.

“She’s beautiful, Gustav.”

And so are you, he wanted to tell her. But that sounded somewhat dull and slightly unpredictable...

“Thank you,” was all he said.

He quietly resumed his unpacking, his back turned away from her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to speak with her at the moment, he just felt he had nothing else to say. He had already told her countless times how thankful he was that he would be staying at the castle, followed by compliments that made her self-esteem rise as she had done for him, what more could he say without sounding like a fool?

He assumed Twilight had silently walked off, thinking he would like to remain solitary for the rest of the night and continued unpacking, placing his emergency spare toque atop the bed.

Suddenly, he felt something warm press against his feathers and Gustav had thought the air-conditioning in the castle had a sudden change of attitude.

However, he slowly realized that it was not weather conditions of any kind as he shifted his eyes toward the source.

Twilight Sparkle’s eyes were closed, her lips pressed against his cheek.

His body immediately stiffened, his feathers sticking up higher than any Equestrian flag in the kingdom.

It felt like the whole world came to a complete halt as he just stood there, his heart just about to burst as the unicorn he had began to know so well leaned against him.

Her lips were soft, her fur slightly brushing against his feathers.

He was not a unicorn...but he suddenly knew, at this moment, what magic felt like.

After a few moments, Twilight stood back, her calm, purple eyes gazing at him adoringly, her smile sweet and gentle as any portrait could provide.

“See you in the kitchen tonight,” she whispered, a hint of playfulness in her tone. “I can’t wait to try whatever you plan to make.”

And with that said, Twilight turned on her hooves and casually walked out of the room, her neatly brushed tail the last thing Gustav saw before she was completely gone.

The griffin just stood there, feeling both bewildered and awestruck. He placed a talon on the spot where she had just kissed him.

It felt warm.

Warm as the bread his mother baked.

At that moment, Gustav smiled, almost a goofy one.

A pony and a griffin...who would have ever expected such a thing like that?

But regardless, Gustav knew immediately, the moment since he first met Twilight Sparkle...

Like his mother’s bread and butter...they were perfect for each other.
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Assurance chapter *from the author who's back!*

Assurance chapter *from the author who's back!*

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Holy glop, it's been like three years since I've been on this site! I am SO sorry for being gone and making you all think this story was dead! I've been meaning to come back to it since 2013...but that was the year that Monsters University premiered, and thus reawakening the Disney lover in me. I am currently working on other fanfics like "Post MU-Life's a Scream!", Frozen and Lego Movie crossover "Do You Want to Build Something Awesome?", and the newest addition is for The Book of Life, "This is Our Chapter". But after working on those and seeing how much they're doing well, I think back to the stories that people loved especially, and I really did miss this, but wasn't sure where to go because of writer's block...and the fact that I'm not exactly as big the MLP fan that I tried to make myself to be all those years ago. If you read my blog, you'll see what I'm talking about. But now I really want to get back to this, and hope that you guys are still going to read it. I made this chapter to ASSURE you the story's not dead. After all, this site's been bookmarked since the day I first registered! And honestly...Gustav would be a WAY better love interest than freaking Flash Sentry.

Celestia kept her distance, watching her faithful student emerge from the bedroom with a more than content smile on her face. One twitched at the corners of the sun goddess’s muzzle as she held her head high. She had seen this coming since the competition.

Not to say she had ever expected her less-than-intrigued-by-romance pupil to ever find promise with someone outside her race. But who was Celestia to judge when one’s heart was as free as the glittering mane on her head? Since Twilight had reached adulthood, love had been replaced by scientific theory: that a relationship needed to be based on facts before contemplating a “conclusion”. Of course, she never regarded any of her friends like mere test subjects, but this particular feeling that was beyond friendship was foreign for such an intelligent pony.

Even Spike who was still entitled as a baby dragon had picked up the awe-filled caresses of the heart when a certain other mare was in his presence. Twilight was just different. Her yet to be set heart had been searching for that significant other that would embrace her interests and needs.

And toward the heart had started through the stomach as Celestia mentally joked.

Watching as her beloved daughter-like figure clopped down the hall, a surge of warmth entered the sun princess’s heart as well. She couldn’t be more happy for Twilight. And while things were still taking a slow course, she felt in the right it would rise above even Spike’s romantic feelings.

And Equestria just might find itself with a new prince.

“So our fair mare has finally reached something with the handsome griffon , correct?”

As her student became a mere speck in the distance, the older royal turned to the goddess of the moon who approached her, quietly as to not receive any attention from the aforementioned chef in his room. Celestia smirked, raising a brow, marking her face in an expression rarely anyone would ever witness. Save for her sister.

“Of course, I thought so,” she chuckled. She gave the younger royal a teasing look. “Are you jealous?”

Luna pretended to cringe, her galactic green eyes rolling as she flipped her mane like a smart-aleck pony who knew better.

“As if, dear sister!” she huffed. “I was merely complimenting Sir Gustav.” Then she smiled. “I will admit that our dear Twilight Sparkle has earned herself quite a dashing one. And he’s not even a colt!”

“Species does not matter, my wonderful sister,” Celestia informed her lovingly as both goddesses began to trot down the hall where Twilight was last seen. “Love has no barriers.”

“Love is a very powerful thing,” Luna acknowledged knowingly. “Our Twilight knows that too well. After all, she is the Element of Magic. First she knew friendship. Now love.”

Celestia nodded, her mane gliding in unison with her sister’s. “She has changed so much since then.”

Luna regarded her carefully. “When exactly do you plan on making the proposition?” At this mention she smiled as her sister immediately wheeled toward her, eyes widening in surprise. “You’ve been considering for some time now.”

Celestia’s lips pressed in a soft ribbon, her eyes turning toward the moonlit sky her sister made even lovelier than before. The stars twinkled, speaking to her and assuring her of what the future will hold.

“Patience, dear sister,” she told her. “Let us give our pupil more time.”

“But when?” Luna inquired almost pleadingly.

Celestia chuckled softly. “When the moment is perfect and we know she is ready. We will know.”

“Very well,” Luna nodded. “After all, she’s got to deal with the fact she officially has a boyfriend, right?” Then she giggled. “Imagine her stressing over preparations for a date, Celestia!”

The sun sister giggled alongside the mare to the moon. “But with every difficulty, she always finds a way. And with Gustav by her side, I think it will make things a little easier.”

“With a glorious dish that will calm her nerves, I’m sure,” Luna laughed as they left the hall in which occupied the griffin’s room.

*More to come soon. After all, the episode took place before the dreaded Canterlot Wedding episode...*

Author's Note

This story is NOT dead!