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Battle of Buttons: Rosy's Date (Part 6, Ambrose Version)
🕑 Added 2022-06-21 19:38:30 +0000 UTCPart 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/64548439
Part 2: https://www.patreon.com/posts/battle-of-part-2-64785102
Part 3: https://www.patreon.com/posts/battle-of-part-3-67312625
Part 4: https://www.patreon.com/posts/battle-of-date-4-67695714
Part 5: https://www.patreon.com/posts/67923270
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In the middle of an open-air auditorium is a lifted stage similar to those found on reality competition shows. Four humans (Kent, Glitch, Sally, and Grayson) sit in plush armchairs onstage—the fifth chair is vacant.
Three humans (Nick, Hope, and John Wiseman) sit behind judges’ panel, a table covered with a purple cloth that reads “TRUEST LOVE QUEST 💜” in sparkly silver cursive. The center judging chair, twice as large as the others in order to hold Gil’s massive frame, is also empty.
Gil and Ambrose stand off to the side, arguing animatedly. The other judges and contestants pretend not to overhear their fight—except for Nick, Glitch and Sally, who have taken to commenting on the ongoing argument in hushed voices.
Ambrose: I refuse.
Gil: You can’t refuse. It’s your turn.
Ambrose: And yet.
Ambrose arches a single eyebrow; Gil’s claws clench into red-knuckled fists as if preventing himself from wringing Ambrose’s (comparatively scrawny) neck.
Sally, whispering: Do you think Gil will eat him?
Glitch, also whispering: Usually I’d bet on Rosy, but his consumption is looking likelier by the minute.
Nick, whispering just loud enough that Ambrose can hear: Kim would give even a demon indigestion.
Ambrose spares a moment to scowl at Nick.
Gil, cajoling: If you cooperate, you get to go home.
Ambrose’s brow arches higher with clear disbelief. Gil sighs.
Gil: Let’s try this again.
In the middle of an open-air auditorium is a lifted stage similar to those found on reality competition shows. Four humans (Kent, Glitch, Sally, and Grayson) sit in plush armchairs onstage—the fifth chair is vacant.
Three humans (Nick, Hope, and John Wiseman) sit behind judges’ panel, a table covered with a purple cloth that reads “TRUEST LOVE QUEST 💜” in sparkly silver cursive. The center judging chair, twice as large as the others in order to hold Gil’s massive frame, is also empty.
Gil and Ambrosia stand off to the side, arguing animatedly. The other judges and contestants pretend not to overhear their fight—except for Nick, Glitch and Sally, who have taken to commenting on the ongoing argument in hushed voices.
Ambrosia: I refuse.
Gil: For the last time: that’s not how this game works. You can’t refuse.
Ambrosia: And yet.
Ambrosia arches a single eyebrow. Gil groans.
Gil: Take three.
Ambrose: And yet.
Gil: You no longer have my vote. Take eleven.
Ambrosia: My answer is no.
Gil: What if, in return for your cooperation, I offered you riches? Humans like riches, yes?
Sally, no longer bothering to whisper: How many times have they done this?
Glitch: Thirty-eight.
In the middle of an open-air auditorium is a lifted stage similar to those found on reality competition shows. Four humans (Kent, Glitch, Sally, and Grayson) slumber in plush armchairs onstage—all having fallen asleep around Gil and Kim’s two-hundredth renegotiation.
Three humans (Nick, Hope, and John Wiseman) sit behind judges’ panel, a table covered with a purple cloth that reads “TRUEST LOVE QUEST” in sparkly silver cursive. Both Hope and John have nodded off; only Nick remains awake (albeit barely), his eyelids forced open lest he miss Kim’s final defeat.
Gil: I rewrite your past. That’s my final offer.
Ambrose #579: No. If you rewrote my past, then I wouldn’t be with El in my present.
Gil: You can't keep refusing to participate!
Ambrose #579: And yet.
Gil’s resonating growl of anguish wakes the others.
John: Huh? What’s going on?
Nick, yawning: Attempt number five-hundred and seventy-nine.
Glitch: Does that make Gil the Dormammu to Rosy’s Dr. Strange?
Gil: It makes me frustrated. I have never met a more muleheaded, obstinate mortal in my entire existence—which, I might add, has NOT been of insignificant length.
He glares at Ambrose.
Gil: You won't cooperate? Fine. I’ll steal a memory for our judges to evaluate. See how you like it!
Ambrose: Don't—
Ambrose’s protest is cut short as the world dissipates and a new scene forms: a scene taken, as Gil threatened, from Ambrose’s own memory.
In particular, Ambrose’s memory of his last ACTUAL date with “Button” Wiseman. The pair sit under a golden gingko tree in a park, upon a blanket spread out over the fallen fan-shaped leaves. The air is beginning to chill with the approach of autumn evening, yet neither picnicker seems inclined to move.
Button is resting on their back, their head in Ambrose’s lap as he lazily runs his fingers around the shell of their outer ear and down to their neck in a gentle massage.
Button: Thank you for bringing me here.
Ambrose smiles affectionately, the warm expression rendering his face almost unrecognizable without its usual glower.
Ambrose: You were persuasive.
Button: That’s me! The silver-tongued coercer of grumpy men.
Ambrose: I’m not grumpy.
Button: You’re so grumpy, they named a dwarf after you.
Ambrose frowns in confusion, and Button laughs.
Button: Ask Gray to show you the movie when we get back to the States.
Ambrose: I’m still mystified Black’s preoccupation with animated movies for children. But I suppose that he and your brother must have something in common to be friends.
Button: Nick was never all that into cartoons. Unlike some people I know.
Ambrose: That comment felt pointed.
Button: Unless I’m mistaken and my husband doesn’t watch Animaniacs while grading papers.
Ambrose, defensively: The characters on that show talk fast. Watching them helped my English.
Button: You’ve been fluent in English for years.
Ambrose: The show is educational. But I do like when you call me that.
Button: Fluent?
Ambrose nuzzles Button’s neck, pressing his lips against their skin.
Ambrose: Your husband.
Button: Good. I like calling you that, too.
Button grins.
Nick’s Disembodied Voice: Gil, I’m begging you. Stop showing us the worst timeline.
Gil’s Voice: Believe me: this is far from the worst timeline. I did a Vengeance playthrough.
Nick’s Voice: What does that even mean? No, you know what? It doesn’t matter. This is all imaginary, like the other two dates. I refuse to believe in any universe where my sibling ended up with Kim.
Ambrose’s Voice: You gave a speech at our wedding, brother-in-law.
Nick’s Voice: Was it insulting?
Ambrose’s Voice: It was a touching endorsement of our union.
Nick’s Voice: See, now I know you’re lying.
Beneath the gingko tree, Button turns over on their side to gaze up at the memory version of Ambrose. Both remain oblivious to Nick and Present-Ambrose’s commentary.
Button: Husband. Hubby. Hubbalicious. What’s it in Korean, again?
Ambrose: Seobangnim.
Button: Didn’t you say that -nim is an honorific?
Ambrose: It indicates a level of respect, yes.
Button: Don’t forget who’s boss in this relationship, Seobang.
Ambrose chuckles.
Ambrose: Are you implying that you don’t honor your husband?
Button: I love, respect, and accept you. Isn’t that better?
Ambrose leans down and kisses Button’s nose.
Ambrose: Infinitely.
Button yawns and nestles closer to Ambrose. After a few moments, they drift off to sleep with their head once again in his lap.
Ambrose gazes down at his spouse, wonderment and devotion clear in his eyes.
Ambrose: I love you, El.
The scene fades to darkness.
Hope’s Voice: You truly care about each other, don’t you?
Ambrose’s Voice: We do.
John’s Voice: I still can’t say I’m fond of how you two met, but after seeing this memory . . . Well, you make a nice couple.
Nick’s Voice: I’m going to puke.
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Part 7: https://www.patreon.com/posts/68714214
Comments
saarebasra
Now that I’m over my first “shaking and crying” reaction, I wanted to write a slightly more elaborate comment on this piece. I adore how succinctly you combined both sides of Rosy we know and love here: The stubborn, “muleheaded” side (some Rosy connoisseurs would call that “steadfast”, I guess), and that gentler, slighty playful part of them. Particularly funny to me: The contrast between Gil failing to force Rosy to do something against their will even with the promise of riches or the prospect of a changed, less painful past, and Button lightheartedly assuming the role of “[t]he silver-tongued coercer of grumpy men” and the “boss in this relationship” in their conversation with Rosy. Other details I liked: Rosy trying (and failing) to pin “childish” Disney fanboying on Nick and thereby indirectly confirming their respect for Gray as a person, Rosy watching “Animaniacs” while grading papers, Rosy teaching Button Korean (and “infinitely” preferring their love and respect and acceptance – the things that take work in a relationship – to blind devotion based on the title of “husband” alone), Nick’s best-man speech (I’m absolutely sure that it happened, just maybe not exactly like Rosy says it did), and, naturally, Nick dry-heaving at Hope and John’s blessing. There’s this one Ted Lasso quote: “You know what you do with tough cookies, don’t ya? Dip ‘em in milk.” I’d like to think that’s exactly what my Rosymancer!Button does on a daily basis. ❤️
Amanda Ward
MY HEART ❤😭
Niamh
How could you do this to me
saarebasra
Rosy chose an uncertain future with Button over an undoubtedly better past. How can you do this to me? 🥺
Shuris
Damn, Rosy and Button are just so incredibly sweet together that my heart grew three sizes larger. 💕💖
Cas
Now that that is out of the way— AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! *eats my whole phone*
Cas
Nick’s suffering is boundless and so entertaining 😂😂😂
