#disney x reader

[hurts2think]

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[sensiblystormymaverick]

what if quasimodo had a twin sister who looks completely different from him. yn is so beautiful that some would confuse her as an angel. i prefer claude frollo as a platonic yandere, but you can change that to romantic yandere. he'd make it his job to keep her pure. yn has fascination with romani culture, but would never say out loud.

[tabathastan]

The jungle had its own language. Not words, not really. It was the rustling of leaves before rain came, the warning cries of birds overhead, the distant roar of waterfalls hidden deep beyond the trees. After years of living there, you understood every sound like it was stitched into your heartbeat. And somehow… so did Tarzan.

Tarzan You first saw him crouched high in the trees, watching you carefully with curious golden-brown eyes. Not threatening. Just cautious. The vines swayed under his weight as he tilted his head, studying the strange human wandering too far from camp. Mud streaked your boots, your satchel hung crooked from your shoulder, and you were very obviously lost.

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself, swatting another mosquito. “This is officially terrible.”

A branch cracked above you. You froze. Tarzan dropped silently from the trees. You stumbled backward with a startled gasp while he landed effortlessly in front of you, barefoot and balanced like the jungle itself had made him.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Then he pointed at your compass.

“What is?”

His voice was rough from lack of use, but curious.

You blinked. “Uh… compass?”

“Compass,” he repeated carefully, testing the word.

He stepped closer, fascinated. Too close. You could see faint scars across his arms, leaves tangled in his hair, the way his eyes flickered over every tiny movement you made.

“You’re not scared of me?” you asked softly.

Tarzan frowned slightly, like the idea itself confused him.

“No.”

And somehow, that answer made your racing heart calm. Days turned into weeks after that. Tarzan became your shadow through the jungle. He showed you hidden paths near the rivers, brought you strange fruit to try, and laughed whenever you slipped climbing vines he could swing across effortlessly.

The laugh was your favorite part. At first, it startled you, bright and wild and rare, but once Tarzan grew comfortable around you, he laughed often. Especially when you teased him.

“You know,” you said one afternoon while sitting beside him near the waterfall, “most people introduce themselves before kidnapping someone into the jungle.”

Tarzan looked alarmed.

“I kidnapped you?”

You burst into laughter.

“No! No, I’m joking.”

He stared another second before realizing, slowly, that you were teasing him. Then he grinned. That grin could ruin entire civilizations.

“You make strange jokes,” he decided.

“You make strange bird noises at monkeys.”

“They understand me.”

“Honestly? Fair point.”

Tarzan leaned back against the rocks beside you, shoulders brushing yours lightly. Physical touch was natural to him. Easy. Honest. But over time, his touches became gentler with you. Intentional.

His hand helping you over roots longer than necessary. His fingers brushing yours when handing you flowers. The way he always sat close enough that your shoulders touched.

Like he simply wanted proof you were there. One evening, thunder rolled through the jungle while rain poured endlessly outside the small shelter you shared. You sat wrapped in blankets while Tarzan crouched near the entrance, watching the storm.

“You miss your people?” he suddenly asked.

The question caught you off guard.

“…Sometimes.”

Tarzan nodded slowly. Then quieter.

“Will you leave?”

Your chest tightened. Rain echoed around you both. Tarzan rarely sounded uncertain, but now his eyes wouldn’t quite meet yours. Like he already expected the answer to hurt. You moved beside him carefully.

“I don’t know,” you admitted honestly.

He looked down and for the first time since meeting him, Tarzan looked small somehow, not physically, but emotionally. Like the boy abandoned by humans still existed somewhere deep inside him. So you reached for his hand.

Immediately, his fingers curled around yours tightly.

“I know one thing, though,” you whispered.

Tarzan glanced at you.

“I’d miss you too.”

Silence. Warm and breathless. Then Tarzan leaned forward hesitantly, resting his forehead against yours the same way Kala used to comfort him. Gentle. Trusting. Home.

Outside, the storm continued to rage. But inside the shelter, with his hand holding yours and his heartbeat steady beside you, the jungle had never felt safer.

[takusan-no-ai]

A New Chapter

PAIRING: Tiana/Cinderella/Belle/Mulan x Male Reader (Romantic) (Separate)

SUMMARY: They have a child with their husband, (Y/N).

Tiana always wanted to have everything: her dream job, her friends forever, and a happy family. And she’d forever be grateful to have all of those. That said her mother wasn’t kidding about those restless nights; Tiana could probably count on her hand the amount of times you got up in the night just to coddle the baby back to sleep. She never felt more happy for having such an attentive husband; helping her get a good nights rest for her job.

She loved making her own meals for the baby and was eager for the day her child would grow up enough so that you both could teach them how to cook. Until then she’d have to make do with cooking toy sets. And she’d absolutely have a photo album of each and every moment spent together, from the kids first steps to you dressing them up for their first day of school.

Charlotte and Tiana definitely set up play dates for their respective kids, all of them alongside you playing dress up and whatever games come to mind. Sometimes it gets rough having more than one identity: mother, daughter, entrepreneur, wife. But Tiana would never regret her choices. Her mother and father gave her the best childhood, her friend the best company, and now you, her husband, giving Tiana her best love. And together you both were going to do the same for your child.

The child will be spoiled sweet; not with material things but rather love. Cinderella would have every outfit made by hand for the child, each made with the help of her little animal friends. She’d have all the time in the world during her pregnancy thanks to her diligent husband, you, helping with the chores and allowing her to relax; peace with you was something she needed after her upbringing. And it was something Cinderella valued dearly.

Despite her upbringing Cinderella still would want to have many kids, even if some of them weren’t related to either of you. The love of a sibling was something she had always wanted to experience; and though it was late for her, it was better than never. Of course a big family is no easy task, but a hard worker never quits! She’d be more than delighted to manage a schedule with you everyday to properly handle each other’s workloads.

Still Cinderella was a more reserved type, and as a result, she would have to step out of her comfort zone for her children’s sake. That’s when she loved to have you by her side, even if you were the quiet type as well. Whether it was watching the kids meet new friends from every corner or teaching them how to navigate the outside world, Cinderella wanted to do it all; she wanted to experience a world shut off from her with all her children, her husband, and her rekindled family.

Belle couldn’t wait to have another reading buddy; though even if her child didn’t want to spend all day reading, she’d still use it as an opportunity to instill knowledge or incite fantasy and wonder. She especially wouldn’t want her child to grow up anything like a certain pest. So she’d count on her husband to help her set a great example.

As a confident young woman herself, Belle wasn’t all that nervous about starting a family with you. She trusted in you and herself to be ready for the new responsibility you’d both dutifully nurture together. She’d be lying if she didn’t admit she was slightly hoping for a girl, if only because she’d find it easier to relate; regardless she’d love her child, male or female, and would care for them all the same.

Still Belle was a romantic at heart and wouldn’t put her relationship with you on hold just for the baby; instead she’d make them both work. After you’d put the kid to sleep is when you both would have your own date set up. Or a romantic picnic as your toddler ran around the yard. Belle is determined if nothing else, both to be a good mother and to continue expressing her love with you, her equally doting husband.

Her way of parenting with you would be very traditional yet unconventional. Mulan still respected her traditions and her family’s values, so she wouldn’t completely abandon her upbringing. But she would allow for change. Her child could be a soldier, a poet, an entertainer, or a teacher; either way she’d raise them to be themself in the most earnest and respectful of ways.

You’d live very close by to each other’s families. And the get togethers would be quite often, celebrating even the smallest achievements. Mulan’s own parents were different after all; respecting and loving her as she was, even though showing that openly would mean public ridicule and isolation. And though their grip was fierce their palm was tender; They accepted her husband with open arms, and that same grasp would help Mulan and you raise your child like a village.

Unless you end up being good at feminine beauty there will be a struggle raising a feminine daughter. Mulan would clumsily stumble along to relate and interact with her daughter. And even though a son would easier for her on the surface, Mulan would still struggle with showing her son the strength in a woman due to their environment away from home; but together with you, her lover, best friend, and husband, she’d connect with her children by simply being her truest self, never shying away from letting the “her” inside reflect on the outside; yes, the child will believe her to be the coolest mom in all of China.

- Fin

[cupid0missed0one]

(Disney Villains) ★Chapter 3★

Master List

<- Chapter 2

Author Note: I apologise for the giant time skip, but at this point, all villains have arrived at the hotel. I will be taking requests now! You can request a chapter focusing on a specific character, or you could choose a more generic one that you would like to do. Enjoy!

A few weeks have passed since the Evil Queen first showed up. Since then, your sleep schedule has been thrown off. As you go to sleep later and are forced to wake up earlier, tending to all the villains' demands. Not the worst, as many sidekicks try to help, but there is only so much that can be done.

"Oh (Reader), you look like death themself," Crella says, pausing as she heads to breakfast.

"Jeez, thanks," you say dryly as Si and Am purr, sleeping on your lap and in the gap between your back and the comfy office chair. "Haven't really had a night to fully sleep."

"You know what you need, darling," Curella says, leaning on the front desk as you type something into your computer.

"A nap?" you inquire, holding back a yawn. Reaching for your mug, you frown at the sight of the empty bottom.

"No, even better," she says excitedly, grabbing your own hand in her gloved ones. Taking your hum of acknowledgment as a sign to continue, she leans on the counter closer. "You need a makeover!"

Quickly, Si and Am jolted up, startled by Cruella's exclamation. Getting up, you head to the dining hall wanting to refill your mug. "So I do get a day off to catch up on sleep?"

"Oh, no, you're past that, dear," Grimhidle calls out from her table as she eats her breakfast, noticing you enter.

"Morning to you too, Grim," you greet dryly, getting used to her offhanded insults. You're starting to think she doesn't even realize she does it.

"Hm, yes, well, anyway," Curella dismisses, trying to hide the pang of envy she feels at your attention being off her bright idea. "We can't fix your sleep schedule, but we can make you look more attractive with other means."

"You think I'm attractive?" you ask, grabbing a muffin from a baking tray Smee carries past as he restocks the breakfast counter.

"(Reader) focus," Cruella snaps, lacking any bite.

"Okay, okay. So what is it?" you sigh. "Like a spa day?"

"No~."

"Cruella just spit it out," Mal says, sipping her mug of tea. Others nod in agreement, getting tired of the dragging topic.

"We'll get you a new outfit!" She exclaims, turning back to you.

"Huh?" you ask.

"How will that help?" Dr. Ficillar asks, walking up behind you, to grab a plate. Noticing him look around, you offer your untouched muffin, which he takes, nodding a silent thanks.

You fail to notice how his shadow swoons at you as Ficillar walks away to sit down again.

"Simple, we can't fix their eye bags, so we can find an outfit that will improve their state," she explains, then gasps loudly. "Like a bellhop outfit! Oh yes, it will make you look formal and put together. I can design it to match you perfectly!"

"I don't know, El," you mumble, feeling a bit called out.

"Why not?" she asks, clearly disappointed she is unable to dress you up."Not even just a suit? You can't keep wearing that." She motioned up and down your outfit with her hand.

"Wha- Hey! It's not that bad," you grumble, setting your mug down. A few others chuckle slightly.

"It's too plain," she sighs as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Look, let 'em wear what they want," John Silver cuts in between, pretending to grab some more food. "This job has them on their feet a lot, so of course, a suit won't be good. They're basically holding down this ship."

Huffing, Curella crosses her arms, ready to argue more before the bell rings. "Thought everyone was already here?" you question, looking around.

Making your way to the front as the bell rings more frantically. "Wait, is King Candy here?" you ask Hans as he passes. However, he only shrugs.

Walking to the foyer, you stumble as two small figures run past, catching you off balance. "Lock! Barrel! Get back here, you runts!"

Looking up, you see Oogie Boogie standing at the desk. Lock and Barrel run around, bumping into more villains who don't look pleased with the kids being here. Shock is still busy hitting the bell as she sits on the counter.

Moving behind the desk, you pull the bell away and shove it into a desk drawer. "Good morning!" you greet, forcing a happy attitude. Maybe then you might actually trick yourself into thinking you're not tired.

"Ahh, there you are," Boogie says, leaning closer as the three kids giggle behind, backing up their boss. Nodding, you pull up your computer to see what rooms are left.

"Hi, so my name is (Reader). I'll be helping you," you greet, tapping your finger on the desk. "Would you like a room to yourself with one next door for the kids?"

"I thought this would be a vacation?" he asked carelessly before picking up a spider from the wall and eating it in one bite. Trying your best not to gag, you clear your throat.

"Well, it is, sir."

"So, I don't want to be stuck with no kids. This week is for me, baby," he says, smiling.

"You can't just leave them though-,"

"Then you watch them, ain't you here to help?" he interrupts.

"I do, but again, we do not have any babysitting program... You know what," you mumble, grabbing a key. " Room is on the second floor."

Grabbing the key, Boogie walks away with a bounce in his step as he drags his bag along. You notice how his eye holes follow after Gothal as she leaves her own room. Before Lock, Shock, and Barrel can follow, you cut them off.

"Hold on! We're finding you another room."

"Hey, now!"Lock exclaims.

"We're the Boogie Boys!" Barrel adds.

"So we stay with Boogie!" Shock finishes.

"Well, kiddos, that might not be the safest option right now. As long as I'm in charge of your care, you're having a room on the first floor near my own," you explain, rummaging for some small bracelet key cards you might still have.

"Ohhh (Reader)," a jolly voice calls out with a slight lisp. "Hans said you were looking for me," King Candy says, rocking on his heels.

"What?" you question before remembering your earlier question to Hans. "Oh yeah, I just wanted to make sure you were all settled in and not having any issues and whatnot."

"Oh! Well, that's just so sweet of you. Here's some butterscotch!" he says, holding up a small handful. You still haven't found out where he keeps getting the candy from. "I remember you mentioned liking them as a treat when you work."

"Aww, King Can- Found it!" you exclaim, holding up three bracelets that have tiny key cards on them. Getting back up, you finally take the sweet treats from the short king's hands. "Thank you."

Once he leaves, you finally find a room and figure out how to set up the key cards. "Alright, this should work. Give me your wrist," you order. Carefully, you slide the bracelets onto each kid's wrist and guide them to a room on the first floor, slightly down the hall.

"Now hold your wrist here."

Shock goes first, holding the bracelet to the door. Flinching a bit as if scared to get electrocuted. "You're okay," you softly say as the door beeps while flashing a green light. Hearing the click, you guide her to open the door, allowing them in.

Inside are two small twin beds. There is also a pull-out couch that you walk over to and open up for them. Near the entrance is a small bathroom. Gathering them back up, you lay down some ground rules.

"Meal times are specific, but we have some snacks if needed. If you ever need help, you can call me. Got it?" you ask, making them nod up at you. "You can also mess around. I know you, and I know you like pulling pranks. However, I won't always step in to help, so you need to act at your own risk."

Nodding, the kids start exploring again. As Shock and Lock fight for which bed, Barrel tugs at your pants, looking up. "Thank you," he says awkwardly, clearly not used to being polite.

"You're welcome, kiddo, now behave and call if you ever need anything." You finish before leaving to tend to your daily tasks again.

Walking down the hall, you sigh, thinking of all the piling tasks for you to complete. "Oh God, this is a lot..." you groan, rubbing your face, making it to your desk. Realizing you didn't have time to actually have breakfast, you stand back up, stretching.

Re-entering the dining hall, you spot Bellwether sitting mostly by herself. However, you noticed that even alone, she was eavesdropping. Getting an idea, you straighten up and walk over.

"Hey, Bellwether, correct?" you say, standing across the small round table with your hands resting in your pockets.

Looking up, worried that you had caught her, Bellwether laughs nervously. "Hahaha, yep, that's me!" she spits out quickly, her voice getting higher at the end.

"Mind if I join ya?" you ask, resting a hand on the chair.

"Oh, that's fine!" she nods, shifting to sit up straighter.

"Thanks," you flash a smile, sitting and leaning forward a bit. "So, you're getting settled in? I know sometimes the big guys can be a little mean."

"Well, yes, they can be a lot, but you seem to handle it really well."

"Why, thank you," you hum, leaning back. "It's just so much work sometimes. You know, handling all of the manual labor and some office work."

"I can help!" King Manifico leans down while passing by excitedly. Before you get to reply, Bill Skye is already dragging Manifico. Talking about "respecting business talk and space".

"Okay?" you mumble before turning back. "Anyways, I was wondering if you would like to help me with a more desk-work-type task. That is, if you want to?"

Staring, Bellwether taps her mug with her dark purple nail as you wait awkwardly for her. "W-well, that is a big honor, and I wouldn't want to mess it up," she rambles, watching your expression for any doubt.

"Out of everyone, I trust you the most to help. I understand if you would rather relax, though. I mean, this is your vacation, so this is up to you."

"What would this job entail?" she asks.

"Help to organize events, helping to keep track of all the repairs needed, taking complaints, possibly helping me file for taxes," you list, counting off your fingers. "Of course, I can get you a laptop-,"

"Oh, I already have one!" she exclaims excitedly, thinking about being able to work behind the desk with you. This could be a chance to have power over others, a silent way to rise to the top of the food chain.

"Perfect, then I can go find you a chair, and we'll help clear a spot at the front just for you." You finish leaning forward, smiling that your plan had worked.

Finally finishing breakfast, you continue your day nervously excited for what adventures might follow after you.

Tag List: @missmannequin

[purpurkisskiss]

help! mom sold me to Disney

i tricked everyone and wrote something that wasnt even in my drafts. this is (supposed to be?) comedy and i did it for fun c: all characters belong to Disney and you belong to you… OR NOT?!

Mickey Mouse buys your OC.

You thought saw something similar in that one episode where Mickey volunteered to clean up Minnie's yard. Pressed against the glass, his round nose flattened, and his eyes took on a cutely comical "let me in, please" expression. Seeing your hesitation, Mickey snatched his signature hat from his head and waved it cheerfully. His black ears flicked charmingly.

You opened the window. It was the first time you'd actually seen him in person, and you didn't want to offend your guest by staring too much, but it was hard not to try to figure out how his flat lines somehow merged with the three-dimensional reality.

"To what do I owe the honor, Mickey?" you asked cautiously.

"Oh, come on, toots!" he laughed. "May I come in?"

"Is it about those letters?" you asked.

"Yes, yes, exactly!" Mickey exclaimed. "You see, the company was worried you weren't getting them, so I came here to check on you. Gosh, I hope I'm not interruptin' anything?"

"I'm got them," you said hastily. "It's just that there are so many of them that I couldn’t answer, and frankly, all these documents…"

"Well, then you're in luck, because I'm here to help, heh-heh!" Mickey said, bounding to the mailbox and yanking the handle with a theatrical gesture. A three-second-long flood of letters washed over him, which he hastily scooped up and hurried to the door.

Mickey looked just as natural and at ease in your room; he casually hung his hat on a nail and walked into the kitchen (you could have sworn his footsteps echoed with soft music). The human chair was too low for him, so you kindly put a pillow on it so you could see each other's eyes.

On the table in front of you sat two steaming cups of coffee and a stack of unopened letters with stamps shaped like mouse ears.

"Gosh, let's just come right out and say it!" Mickey said cheerfully. "You did read our letters, didn't ya? The folks at Disney, well, they had their lawyers write 'em up real careful, so everything's as plain as day."

"Uh, yes," you said, "I'm afraid I've run into a problem there. What exactly do your, um, bosses want to buy from me?"

Strictly speaking, before Mickey showed up at your door, you didn't even believe those letters were real and felt like the victim of a long-running prank.

"Why, you, of course!" Mickey said. "Just teasin'! But really, we want a whole lot more than just you. We want all your wonderful ideas…" He started counting on his fingers. "Your swell taste, your drawin' and writin' talent, that big imagination of yours and sure enough, that pretty little doll you made.  That is, your main character, of course."

"That's quite a lot," you laughed. "I think you're trying to shock me."

"You're right!" Mickey beamed and took a sip of coffee, then sneezed cutely. "But don't let that scare you. My family cares deeply for its children, and this is one way we show that care. You should experience it for yourself!"

"And what do I get in return?" you asked.

"First, a ton of money," Mickey said with a wink.

"How much is that ton exactly?"

He snatched a pencil out of thin air and, sticking out his tongue, wrote something on a napkin, then took another napkin, and one more, and laid them out in a row. Then, catching your eye, he gasped and quickly swapped the first and second napkins.

"My bad!" he said. "That number doesn't start with zero, heh-heh".

"There are more zeros here than I've ever seen in my entire life," you said. "Does Disney really have that much money?"

"Well, we don’t want you to starve," he said, winking again.

"And all these treasures for my clumsy crappy OC, which I created ages ago?" you clarified.

"That's the top-notch product today!" Mickey countered. "Imagine how long her image has been brewing in your soul! Trust the pros, we know good stuff when we see it."

You paused. Your blog and YouTube channel had only recently begun to gain followers, and you still had the feeling that you didn't deserve this skyrocketing popularity, but the intoxicating feeling of pride that thousands of people eagerly awaited the weekly release of your comic had already settled in your heart. Your OC was receiving recognition you couldn't have dreamed of, and it turned out that she was becoming more alive with each new drawing, and that many people found her funny and relatable as if she truly was their friend.

Mickey was already laying out some documents on the table, humming to himself.

"Is there anything else you'd like to know?" he asked pleasantly.

"Do you have any plans for her yet?"

"Oh, plenty!" said Mickey. "We've done some preliminary research and a survey..."

"What survey? Where?!"

"... a lot of people are dying to see the animated series! Say, between you and me… I think we accidentally started a rumor that it’s already in development, so they'll all be terribly disappointed if you decide to back out, heh-heh! Heh..."

"But I haven't thought about a full-fledged series yet!" you exclaimed helplessly. "I mean, I've been dreaming of it..."

"And that dream can come true, I assure you! You just need a little courage to pursue it."

"All of this," you said, throwing up your hands, "is too good to be true. There's bound to be some kind of catch. Mickey, I respect you more than words can explain, but please be completely honest with me. Is there something going on here?"

"Not a thing!" he said. "You're just got real lucky, lucky as can be."

"Really?"

"Well," he said, looking at you sideways, "if you really want to talk about somethin’ unpleasant, the closest I can get is... your fanfiction with self-inserts. And fanart."

You had no idea they'd dug so deep, but it seemed Mickey had come fully prepared. He apparently knew everything about your OC. Even her old crushes, which you once expressed in fanfiction. Your crushes. Or hers?

"Oh," was all you could say.

"We came across a few," Mickey said seriously "well, a bunch, really, full-length fanfics with her in 'em, plus a whole mess of short stories. After you sign the contract, they've all gotta go. Even off your own computer, mm-hmm. But don't worry, I'll help you with that," he added, tipping an imaginary hat.

"Is this really necessary?" you asked. "Look, I don't find it impossible, but those stories are dear to me, like memories, and..."

"Sweetheart," Mickey said soothingly, placing his warm, soft paw on your palm. "It’s a start of a new life for her. And when you start a new life, you must leave all the old stuff behind. That’s just how it is. We're still figurin’ out who can be her" he hesitated "best friend. And you'll certainly have a say in that, but it’s gotta be someone from our big, happy family. None of those goofballs. Don't you want the best for her?" he said, almost pleadingly.

"Oh, Mickey," you sighed. "It's all happening so fast..."

"Gosh, hurry up, then! A shootin' star falls mighty fast, you gotta make your wish quick!"

"One last question!"

"Okay, let's hear it?"

"Will this make her a real Disney princess?"

Mickey grinned from ear to ear.

"A real one!" he nodded. "You'll be right up there with Cinderella and Aurora, heh-heh. Now sign here, here, and here..."

And he thrust a pen into your hand and deftly slipped some papers under it, and a moment later, your signatures seemed to be in ten places.

"Wow," you breathed. "What a way to start the day! I woke up rich and a princess."

"Welcome to the family!" Mickey smiled sheepishly, but you thought you detected something oddly sinister in his smile.

"Wait a minute," you said.

He continued to look at you, smiling, even propping his head up with his paw, and you suddenly noticed his teeth. You'd never noticed Mickey Mouse had teeth before.

"What's wrong, toots?" he asked tenderly.

"You said..." you stammered, "you said I'd be right up there with Cinderella and Aurora?.."

"Was your dolly based on you?" he asked in response.

"Was her looks based on yours?"

"Did you base her story on your life?"

"Is her name a derivative of yours?"

All these questions, posed in his ingratiating voice, remained unanswered because you couldn't figure out how to speak with your now 2D mouth.

"&@%#!!" you finally managed to scream. "@#$%^! &*#@!! @#$%!! @#$*&!!!"

"Shh, shh, there we go, darling, don’t get yourself so worked up" Mickey patted your shoulder with a softness that nevertheless felt triumphant. "Gosh, I clean forgot to mention, we've already slotted you into the G-rated category. Now, where was I..."

"$%^, @*#, *$#!!"

"...I was tryin’ to tell you that now your entire life, your looks, and everything that went into makin’ your character, which is quite a lot, mind you, now belongs to our family too, heh-heh!"

Your hands were flat. Your feet didn't touch the floor the way they had your whole life. It didn't hurt, but it was the closest you'd come to death, and in a way, it was death.

"We've been keeping an eye on you for a while," Mickey said tenderly, grabbing your arm like a true gentleman to keep you from falling. You complied, unsure what else to do. You only just realized you were the same height now. "If you must know, I think you one of our most precious possessions we’ve ever had, which is why I asked to come here myself. You'll soon understand how much we love and care for you, and you won't want anything else. I'll personally make sure you want nothing else," he laughed, putting on his hat.

"Oh, rats," you said. "Fudge, cheese, and crackers. Fork. Frick."

"That's better," Mickey said approvingly. "Now hold on tight! Next stop, Disneyland!"

 Cheerful music plays, the screen shrinks rapidly into a small circle, surrounded by black.  

[blueninjablade3]

Hiya!!! Hru???

I really love your writing and I would want to explore how frollo would court you, you mentioned he would “buy a goat” and trade you for it, but listen to me: I would like to hear your thoughts if the s/o’s father would actually straight up give him like a quest and he’s like “you must bring me a unicorn horn and prove your worthy of my lineage” how would frollo react?

Frollo when faced with an impossible quest for your hand

Authors note: Did someone ask for a fic 😏 Sorry I disappeared off the planet. You know, life, chronic depression and the complete lack of self worth or self esteem to publish. That jazz. ANYWAY ENJOY THE FICC GIRLIES 😜❤️ (yall be starving)

Tw: Ooc frollo? Readers dad kinda reads lime an asshole?

•First of all, he’s gonna be pissed like, “Get me a Unicorn? Those don’t exist?”

•The guy spends hours pondering how to convince your dad to either change it or work around the wording.

•He goes back and forth about leaving you, and

•I think Frollo would do his best to be tricky with it! Like, find faults in your father's words to create a story where he is TECHNICALLY, right.

I’m picturing it going something like this

Frollo went into this whole “find a spouse” thing thinking it would be easy. Just go to church a few times, speak to a pretty person, and ask the bride price.

You told him it wouldn’t be THAT easy. That your dad was going to ask for a creative bride price. Your parents had always prided themselves on ensuring clever people surrounded you. They especially wanted this for your husband.

Frollo hadn’t listened which led to where you are, sitting at the dinner table with your courting partner looking bewildered. How was this the price for your hand?!

“You want what for your child’s hand?!” He exclaimed.

“A unicorn.” Your father replied smugly. He’d done this test a thousand times, and no guy ever stuck it out.

“Surely, 4 goats would suffice for them. A unicorn isn’t even a real creature?!” Frollo declared loudly!

“Surely, a man of your intelligence will find the work around Judge.” Your father replied. He had a look on his face that made him seem superior to Frollo. That little…

Frollo left the house absolutely livid. Why if he weren’t your father! Frollo would have him executed!

Frollo got to thinking… What would David do for Saul? He thought for hours! Frollo was contemplating actually going and searching at some point. Then it hit him.

“Bring me a unicorn.” He NEVER said it needed to be a real Unicorn… That night, Frollo cut off the horn of a goat and went to the stables. Frollo purchased a large akhal-teke, and he glued the horn to its head using fish glue.

The work was… poor but it didn’t have to be a real unicorn. After all, he really should have specified that it needed to be real.

The next morning Frollo rode in on the “Unicorn”. He had his signature look of superiority. You giggled. Quite amused. There was no way this would work!

“As requested, a Unicorn.” Your father didn't look happy. Like… at all. He raised an eyebrow.

“This isn’t a Unicorn.” Your father responded. All Frollo had to offer was a smirk and shrug.

“You never said it had to be a real one” Your father quirked an eyebrow. Reflecting on his prior words. It was true. He hadn’t. Your father smirked. He’d been outwit.

“True. You have outwitted me. Very well. You may keep my daughter's hand.” He declared proudly.

You smiled fondly. The candle light flickering as you recalled the events. You certainly did have a husband. Plus an extra bonus…

“And that’s how your father and I got married Quasi. I certainly think that was a good demonstration of his wit. Don’t you?”

The young boy looked up at you with wonder in his eyes as you tucked him in. How Claude could view him so negatively you would never know.

“Can you tell it again mama? Can you? Can you?” You smiled and kissed his disfigured eyebrow.

“Maybe tomorrow.” You responded getting up off the bed. Maybe tomorrow…

I hope you enjoyed this fic! Now I’m going back to my dark hole to write more fanfic

[dreamsoflightvalley]

Hercules Headcanons (Dreamlight Valley AU)

A/N: FINALLY!!! ANOTHER ADDITION TO MY DREAMLIGHT HAREM!!! Have some headcanons/imagines about what Valley life would be like for Herc! Credits for le dividers~

Herc probably bonds with you a lot right off the bat. Not only is he an affable sweetiepie but you two can relate a lot on the struggles of having powers and people counting on you.

The ruler of the valley and the heir to Zeus’ throne have a lot to talk about unsurprisingly.

Flynn sees him while they’re both walking their noble steeds, Maximus and Pegasus.

Upon seeing him for the first time, Flynn probably thinks to himself, “Maybe big noses aren’t so bad.”

Their horses like to “play” (aka ragebait each other into oblivion until they finally bond over how chaotic they are) while the boys just watch and shake their heads.

They exchange beauty tips from time to time, though Flynn is extremely jealous of Herc’s natural beauty since gods don’t really need hairspray or anything like that.

Maui takes a shine to the God of Strength, now that he has someone who he is an equal to when it comes to muscle-power he likes to roughhouse with him and have playful debates about the different lore of their other counterparts!

They often egg each other on in friendly competitions, though it’s best they’re held on a floating island to keep your valley from ending up in shambles. Learned that the hard way on Dazzle Beach once. Sure, they found out who could make the biggest sand castle, but you also had to clean all of that up… And your inventory is only so big.

Gaston is on the complete opposite side of that spectrum though

The amount of one-sided beef Gaston has with this man is INSANE

He is always trying to challenge Herc to displays of strength while Herc is just trying to be helpful ;-;

“Oh, did you need help lifting this?” He says innocently as he lifts an entire boulder Chris Redfield style and has the Frenchman about to start a full-blown crashout

Hades cannot catch a break either. It’s Hercules this, Hercules that, what ever happened to his little minion..?

(He secretly misses you and is jealous but he will not say so under any circumstances, he’ll just cold shoulder you and wait for you to grovel.)

At least Ralph has someone to bond with over accidentally breaking things all the time.

Rest assured you won’t have to raise your royal pickaxe when he’s around, the rocks just evaporate at a single flick!

Oh, pumpkin farming with no inventory space? Herc’s gotcha, he can hold a mile high stack in his arms or help you harvest them himself!

Of course you have to spoil him with some pumpkin pie afterwards.

Generally speaking though a lot of the structures in the valley are protected to some extent by Dreamlight magic. With all the supervillains and whatnot running amok it’d be silly not to at the very least enchant the important architecture. Keeps the bad guys from destroying buildings and keeps Herc from accidentally leveling a whole biome so he’s happy.

He thinks very highly of you, it’s quite sweet.

In return for saving him he tries to chisel a statue in your honor but it’s… Well… It’s the thought that counts.

Hades 100% uses this opportunity to show him up and make an even bigger, better statue of YOU! … Clinging to Hades’s leg… While he sits on a flame throne… Nice…

Mulan keeps trying to train with him and he humors it a bit, swapping regimens here and there. She’ll go through one of Phil’s obstacle courses and he’ll practice his lacking tactical skills and do his best to aim a bow and arrow.

He thinks he won’t learn much from it at first but a real hero never stops training, her insight helps his battle IQ even if the physical challenges aren’t present and vice versa.

Heck him and Merida even start to bond and they all train together at some point (though, they might have to start enchanting the bows at some point or else they’ll keep breaking).

He gets really puffed in the chest only when Hades in particular is around you, attempting to guard you like a loyal cerberus.

Other villains he’s weary of naturally, but Hades in particular he worries will trick you into some underhanded deal and he does NOT want to see that happen again.

He is quite surprised to see how well Hades manages to coexist in the valley though, and you don’t have the heart to tell him it was all thanks to a magical typewriter in another dimension… It’s a long story.

Other than that, Herc is very content in the valley!

He always has something to do, whether it be helping you with your royal duties or trying to find a constellation in the stars that encapsulates your royalness, he’s happier here than he ever was in his realm.