A/N: Sooo i finally kinda got inspiration back after quite a dry spell, unfortunately it seems that the rev!twins are the focus of my inspiration which kinda sucks because i reeeeeally want to finish Not Just A Pretty Face. Anyways as always all mistakes are my own and these precious little pyscho babies belong to Alex Hirsch.
Dipper glanced up from where his head was bent towards the mouth of the latest eligible daughter that his mother had introduced him too, where it was whispering filth that certainly wasn't learnt during Cotillion training just in time to see Mabel gracefully place her flute of champagne on a passing tray before whirling on her heel and striding out of the room, head held high, without a backward glance towards him. Politely making his excuses, with just enough false seduction in his smirk, if not his eyes to satisfy both his mother and the debutante in front of him, who held out her hand expectantly. Grateful for the tradition of wearing elbow length gloves, Dipper bowed respectfully and brushed his lips over the girl's knuckles, barely feeling the satin beneath them before carefully making his way through the crowd after his sister. Predictably, his mother intercepted him along, beseeching him to let Mabel calm down alone, to stop indulging her in her selfish monopoly of him when there were so many others here to meet him. One overly bright smile and lie that tasted bitter on his tongue Dipper was free once more to pursue his sister and reassure her that he was not leaving her, that he would never leave her.
He found her in the attic, hidden among the antiques of the grandfather's, removed from sight as Mother claimed they clashed with the decor. Dipper could tell how upset she was because she was giving no thought to the dust that undoubtedly covered her dress. Then again it was a dress chosen by their mother so her indifference would be guaranteed either way. She had yet to turn her gaze away from where it looked out of the skylight as she sat curled up in a wingback chair.
"Ma reine...?" He called softly.
"Don't call me that! Don't you dare call me that after you let that whore touch you." She hissed at him. Dipper winced at the venom in his sister's voice.
"You think i wanted her to touch me?" He asked quietly. "You think i don't feel violated when they think they have the right to touch me? To whisper their twisted little fantasies in my ear, all because Mother introduced them to me? As if that. Gave. Them. Permission?" He spat out the last words, hating how Mabel flinched with guilt but knowing no other way to truly explain.
"...Mon roi..." Mabel began but Dipper didn't allow her to finish as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
"You think i don't want to be anywhere in the world but in that situation? That i don't have to fight myself to not think of all the times i've've spent in your arms as a way to escape because i cannot allow those memories to be tainted by this, not by her machinations." He rose up to cradle her face and look into tear bright eyes. "You think that if this wasn't necessary to ensuring we are together that i would do this to you? I promised you a long time ago that we would be together forever and I am willing to burn this earth to keep that promise to you." He whispered as he pressed his lips to hers ever so gently, as if she would break right before his eyes. "Alors s'il vous plaît ma reine ne se détourne pas de moi, pas maintenant, ni jamais. Car si vous le faites, elle aura gagné et je vais être rompu."
A/N: Translations are as follow;
Ma reine ~ My queen
Mon roi ~ My king
Alors s'il vous plaît ma reine ne se détourne pas de moi, pas maintenant, ni jamais. Car si vous le faites, elle aura gagné et je vais être rompu ~ So please my queen does not turn away from me, not now, not ever. Because if you do, she will win and I'll be broken.
If anybody knows of any mistakes [because we all know google translate is not to be trusted] please let me know.
Also i did kinda write a sort of sequel to this but from Mabel's POV if anyone wants that? Let me know?