#DVR Apple Poison

[slashingdisneypasta]

Disney Recruiters (+Villains) x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: The Disney Villains have expressed interest in you! And, so, they send their recruiters after you.  

Includes: Apple Poison (/ the Evil Queen), Dalmatia (/ Cruella De Vil), Farja (/ Jafar), Eight Foot Joe (/ Ursula), Jack Heart (/ the Queen of Hearts), ), Lady Hook (/ Captain Hook), and Malfie (/ Maleficent). My apologies, but Miss Hades and Veil are not included because I couldn’t find much on their personalities a nd Miss Scar is just… odd to me 😅

Side note- I have started exploring the world of Twisted Wonderland as well finally and boy, I got very confused about Divus Crewel! He and Dalmatia look exactly alike apart from some very subtle differences! Also this is my first time even attempting to write for the recruiters, I’ve never even fantasised with them, so wish me luck XD

Apple Poison and the Evil Queen:

You’re picking flowers in the middle of a field when he first appears- and when you say that he appeared, you’re really not exaggerating or anything, you literally never heard him walk up or anything! And it would be hard to walk silently through this field, there’s lots of pretty, autumnal leaves that should cause a crushing sound when stepped on no matter how graceful a person you are.

But he had just suddenly been there, with you; Not 10 feet away.

Being employed - or enslaved, - as a a handmaid for the Queen, you had seen the man before of course, going about castle for no particular reason. Other maids would ask you about him, because he was handsome and oh-so-cold towards everyone (Much like your Queen herself) and you are the Queens favourite so if she would confide in any servant off-hand, then it would be you. You had even poured him wine in the Queens chambers before, but you still had absolutely no clue what his purpose there was, or even his name. Truly, the man was a mystery.

This made other castle staff all the more curious - and hot, - about him, but you just left it be. You left a lot of things be in that castle, in fact. Odd visitors like this man, but also odd smells, smoke coming from the dungeon, and curious orders for things like mugwort and eye of newt. That’s why, you suppose, that Queen Grimhilde truly preferred you over the rest of the maids. You didn’t ask questions or wonder- you don’t care much what she gets up to. It’s not your business to pry into the personal lives of the royal family, or their… constituents.

Yes, that was a fine word for the man. No need to consider it further.

Suddenly a gloved hand appears in the window of your vision, between you and the flowers you were picking, and you follow the arm that is attached to it, up to the man. The constituent. Oh-

Taking it obediently, you let him guide you up to your feet and then watch him with wide eyes as he presses a quick kiss against your knuckles. “I’ve seen you around the castle, Ms/Sir.”

“Ms/Sir?? Oh, you don’t have to call me- “

“Then what shall I call you?” As he lets go of your hand, you gently lower it back to your side. He seems just as he’s always been, even now away from the castle; Sensible and to-the-point. You appreciate it.

Though, having someone so high up as to be having regular private meetings with Her Majesty as you your name, is a little bit flustering. “… Y/N… “

“You may refer to me as A.P, for now. I’ve been sent by the Queen.”

“I was just picking her flowers for dinner tonight.”

“Yes, and she appreciates it.” Oh he’s a bit of a charmer, huh? Her Majesty would never express gratitude for you having just done your job. This is all rather… odd. Can’t you return to your duties? “But our beauteous Queen is requesting both of our presences, imminently. Someone else can complete this, I promise.”

“I… suppose… “This is all totally irregular, and you’re slightly thrown off by it. His name is A.P?? For now?? What does that mean!?

Nevertheless, you give a nod and he begins to lead you out of the field and back to your carriage and his horse- and this time, he makes the proper amount of crunching noises. You won’t say that all of this is not entirely peculiar, but you will keep your thoughts to yourself at least until you see your Queen. She likely has a perfectly good explanation for sending this man to come and separate you from your duties.

Dalmatia and Cruella De Vil:

“… HEY!”

“JESUS- “

You actually fall out of your desk chair at this, onto the marble floor that Cruella just loves to snap her heels into every time she walks by every morning and ow- it fucking hurts!! Your chair, on the other hand, does not suffer the dramatic fall you did and instead just… rolls away 2 feet.

Figures.

As you get up, denying yourself the mercy of rubbing your sore ass because the last thing you need right now is to embarrass yourself further, you glance at the asshole who irrefutably caused this mess. He’s laughing his bloody ass off, and you scowl at him. “What was that for!?”

“I was just saying hey! You didn’t need to go and throw yourself to the floor like that!!”

“I didn’t throw myself to the- I was startled by you!!”

“-Oh, sure.” He doesn’t seem convinced, but he does sober up a fair bit and waive his hand at you like ‘whatever’. Rolling your eyes deeply, you turn grab the back of your chair and drag it back to you; Turning back to your computer just to save your work so it doesn’t disappear while you deal with this wierdo. God forbid you lose all your progress on this horrendously complicated spreadsheet… Cruella would murder you.

Like, really murder. Take off one of those heels and embed it in your skull.

When he doesn’t go to speak again, and explain his presence, you give a frustrated sigh and take the first step. “Who are you, anyway? And what did you need to scream at me for? Huh??”

For a moment he looks confused himself, and you’re about to call security because clearly the looney bin left the doors open today, but he comes to his senses just in time. “… OH. Well, I’m Dalmatia- Miss De Vil’s personal assistant. And I’ve been sent to recruit- uh, fetch you for her. Follow me!~ “

“Uh uh uh- ” You grab him and he turns his back on you, dragging him back around to face you by the back of a designer suit. “Hold on there- I’m Cruella De Vil’s personal assistant. I know I am, because otherwise there is no way that I would be missing my lunch break to do this damn excel spreadsheet from hell. So let me ask again; Who are you?”

“Iiii… “The man peters out, avoiding eye contact and fiddling with his fingers. “Well, my name is Dalmatia.”

You are in no mood for nonsense like this. Lunch was going to be pizza! “That’s great. What are you doing here?”

“To fetch you.”

“Wh- “

“For gods sake Y/N, just come into my office.” Cruella herself comes stalking out of her office at the end of the hall, looking non-too-happy at either of you, before turning on her heel and stepping back in. You let go of the back of the man’s suit collar like you were burnt, surprised that he’s legit. “And Dalmatia, how is it you usually do this? If you can’t even get my assistant into my office, I have some serious concerns… “

“Oh, I would’ve worn them down!~ “ You’re just collecting some folders and printed sheets and a USB in preparation for whatever Cruella might want in there, when Dalmatia links his arm through yours and yanks you off towards the intimidating glass door ahead somehow gracefully. He flashes you a wink and you roll your eyes.

What is going on??

Farja and Jafar:

Knock, Knock, Knock!

Slowly, you look up from the book you were struggling to get through, to the door to your chambers. Did someone just?... Oh, no way. Its just your imagination. Back to-

Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock, Knock!!

Oh! You didn’t imagine it! Whoops!- Setting your book aside quickly, you get up and race to the door before swinging it open and peaking out. Who could it be?

When your eyes land on her, a woman with long raven hair and a beautiful purple flower that is… glowing… you feel suddenly like you should have just pretended you weren’t home. She flashes a bright, kind smile though and that sets your nerves slightly more at ease. “Good afternoon! There’s a lovely sunset happening outside, have you seen??”

“Oh, um- No… “Who is this woman?? Why is she knocking on doors talking about the sun??? “I was just- “

“Oh that’s okay!~ Anyway, I’m Farja! It’s nice to meet you!~ Do you know Jafar?”

“I- I know of him, yes.” But you’re a servant and he sure as hell doesn’t mingle with the likes of servants- unless he’s terrorising them of course. You know men who have had to carry furniture here and there all day because of him and swear they saw him smile about it, and women who walk faster when they pass him alone in the halls because he’s been known to corner them.

He sounds like a bit of a scoundrel, really. What does this lady know of him?

She gathers your hand in hers, and gives another warm smile before turning to walk off down the hall and take you with her. “Wonderful! Come on, we have to go see him- “

“Wait!”

“What?”

“I… what’s going on??” It seems the right question to ask. Anything else would simply miss the big picture. Hopefully this covers everything, like, who is she?? Where did she come from?? What is her relation to the Sultan’s Vizier?? Why do you need to go see him with her??

What? What? Wha- Hey, was the flower in her hand always golden?

“Oh,” She lets out a giggle, and it’s a sound similar to that of bells, or the finest jewellery. “I apologise. You must be confused, I understand that. But I promise, he will make it all make sense. It will be okay- just come.”

This definitely feels like one of those ‘Don’t go’ sort of situations, so you stay behind the door. But she then reaches out and takes your hand in hers once again, this time much gentler, and tugs again and before you know it you’re letting Farja lead you down hallways- all the while, she natters on about this and that. The sunset and how magical it is, Jafar and how he’s going to make everything clear for you, and what she had for dinner the other night. She’s a little goofy and a little airheaded but theirs an odd sweetness to her, that just make you want to trust her.

You’re definitely not sure whether you should have let her take you, anxiety is biting away at you, but you can’t back out now.

Eight Foot Joe and Ursula:

You’re just tending to your coral bed, which is one of the best in the kingdom even if you do just say it yourself, and keeping a casual, yet watchful eye on the loiterer nearby. He’s been lingering for the past 3 hours, and you’ve never seen him around before, so he’d raised some red flags for you.

He hasn’t done anything bad yet, though, so you aren’t too concerned. Just cautious. And there’s nothing wrong with that- there are kids that live nearby!

Then you’re turning around to shoo away some sea horses from the area in your garden that you’ve recently sprayed with some weed killer- and your arm is grabbed!

You whip around to see the loiterer, and narrow your eyes. “Excuse you?- “

 “Come on.” His tone, nor his grip, is particularly strong or alarming - in fact he sounds bored, - but ‘Come on’?- Where!? You’re not going anywhere with a perfect stranger! Is he out of his mind???

“Let go of my arm.” You tell him sternly, the sternest that you’ve ever sounded, and glare as hard as you possibly can at him; Hoping he’s nice and weak-willed.

He just gives a sigh, not too bothered, by thankfully let’s go. Those hands go in his pockets and his shoulders slump and you allow your own arm to return to its regular place hanging at your side, still glaring at him. “Fine, come on.”

Is he serious? “… Where??”

For a moment he doesn’t respond, and you have a chance to get a proper look at him so you can assess what you’re dealing with here. He’s an octopus creature and he’s dressed rather well, but the way he’s slumped causes the whole look to be totally thrown off like he takes no pride in his appearance. That’s strike number two.

Strike number one was, of course, the grabbing.

Strike number 3 is the fact that he has yet to explain himself, and just hovers there thinking, like the dumbest and most inept kidnapper ever.

“… I have to take you to Ursula.” He finally says, shifty eyes flickering to you and watching your reaction. He’s taken a gamble, saying that name, and he must be able to tell just looking at how your face is transforming that it was a bad one.

“The sea witch?! No way- “You snap, turning around and going for your front door- but he reaches forward and grabs your arm again. His grip is a little bit tighter this time, but isn’t painful by any means. You think you could still peel his fingers off if you need to. But instead of trying that, you whip around once again, this time holding up a fist, and go for his face with it.

He catches it almost lazily, and lowers your arm so he’s holding both your wrists in one hand, and that’s how you discover how strong his grip really is. It may not be tight, but its powerful. You could not peel his fingers off. Jaw dropping, you look from your fist to him to the street around you, searching for some help but everyone else is either inside of out for the day. Turning back to your attacker, you grit your teeth and glare harshly. “Let go.”

Giving a shrug, he turns around then and starts half leading you, half dragging you off away from your little street and your coral bed. “Cant. Ursula wants to talk to you.”

“Well give her a message for me!” You force out, struggling against his hand. “I don’t want any part in her dealings!- “

This time he sighs, and its rather annoyed, but he doesn’t look back at you and he doesn’t squeeze tighter. “Not that you have much choice in the matter, but… you might change your mind, when you hear her offer.”

Oh, really? “Why would I do that!?”

Another sigh wafts back from him, and it’s your only response as the two of you venture into the deeper, darker parts of the ocean.

Jack Heart and the Queen of Hearts:

One moment you’re peacefully reading under a big oak tree, the roses nearby chattering away quietly together, when a WHOOSH sound interrupts the quiet and a man with curly brown hair appears upside down- right in your face. Startled, you accidentally smack yourself in the nose with your book, pulling yourself away from him.

“Ow,” The guy winces, but doesn’t stop his grinning. “That looked like it hurt.”

You give a pout in return as you rub up and down the bridge of your nose. “It- it did!”

“My bad. Hey, look, I���ll get you a tart to make up for it!” He exclaims, swinging slightly back and forth with excitement from the branch his legs are curled around above your head. You take a glance up, to make sure that the branch he’s chosen is nice and sturdy, and isn’t about to fall on you because that would really hurt, before allowing curiosity to get the better of you.

“… what kind of tart?” A tart does sound rather nice right now-

“Cranberry! It’s the best. The queen swears by them!”

“Th- the queen!??” Even referring to her is startling. Is he one of her guards? He doesn’t look like a royal guards, you think as you assess him, but… you can never be too careful. You work as a kitchen maid in the palace, and you’ve seen quite enough beheadings to be quite wary of the possibility. Not that you really needed the visual proof that it would be nasty, but… It has made the fear worse.  

Which is funny, because contrary-wise you might think that seeing so many beheadings would rather numb you to the fear of having your own head chopped off, for the bodies only twitch for a little while and then they die pretty quickly, but… no… it hasn’t.

“Yeah!” The man, enthusiastic as he seems to be, doesn’t notice your concern. In fact he takes your quietness is an opening to talk more. Meanwhile, you can’t help but wonder whether his blood is all rushing to his head, yet. “I work for her in the palace- like you! That’s why I’m here, actually. The Queen’s requesting an audience, with you!”

“Requesting?... “

“Yeah, well, demanding actually. Pot-Ay-Toe, Pot-Ah-Toe though, right?” Just as you’re worrying about what you could have possibly done to get on Her Majesties bad side, the guy flips off the tree branch and lands somehow gracefully down on his feet in front of you. It’s a spectacular trick, and you wonder how he pulled it off, staring up at him with eyes the size if tea plates. “Ta-Daa!~ C’mon,” He lowers a gloved hand down in front of your face for you to take, and gives you a wink. “We’ll pinch you your tart on the way!”

“Oh, I don’t think I should be… pinching her tarts… “You say hesitantly, inching your fingers into his palm delicately so he can pull you up next to him. God knows what you’ve done to anger her already, you aren’t about to make it worse by stealing her favourite snack inside her own castle!

Once he has dragged you - again, somehow gracefully, - to your feet, he brushes his thumb over your knuckles and carries them up to his mouth. Your cheeks are heating up and your jaw is dropping as he lands a kiss against them, too. Then looks up at you with the most intense eyes you’ve ever seen, and say… “I won’t let you get hurt.”

And all you can think is- Who is this guy???

Lady Hook and Captain Hook:

“Y/N.” A female voice calls your name; Muffled because of the water but spoken very clearly, and full of intent. You hear the sternness and debate emerging at all, but at receiving a few frustrated glances from various other sleeping mer-people who the woman above is interrupting.

Sighing, letting lose a few bubbles that fly up the surface and surely give away your position anyway, you let go of the seaweed pillow you were cuddling, and swim up to where the voice came from. “Yes?” You ask, resting your arms on the land before the woman’s boots, craning your neck to look up at the woman.

“I’m known as Lady Hook.” She says frankly, before giving a sigh and offering the fake hook-hand up as explanation for her name. You give a hum, and rest your elbows on the rocks near where she’s standing, lace your fingers together, and set your chin atop. Can this be over? You’re so sleepy… “I’m here to recruit you for my Captain.”

“Your Captain? Wow… “Giving a breathy chuckle, you tilt your head to the side as you look up at her; Eyes fully open finally. “I didn’t know you two-leggeds were like that~ “

Glaring, she furrows her brows and scrunches up her nose and the expression would almost be cute… if she didn’t give you the feeling that calling her that would get you a kick to the teeth. “Like what?”

“Oh, just… “Kinky. “Nothing… “

“Hm… “She gives you one more hard glare, before returning to her more neutral expression- which is, curiously, still rather angry. “Furthermore- I am to take you to him.”

“Look, I don’t really have any interest in joining Hook’s crew, so sorry you made the trip, but, its actually my nap time right now so I’ll just be goin- “

“It pays well.” Lady Hook interrupts, and your eyes flash at her. No. No, that’s not going to do.

“I don’t need gold. So- “

“No, not in gold. We discovered recently that you’re warring with the boy- which means we’re working toward the same thing. Together, in water and on land, we may have a better chance at vanquishing the brat.”

… Okay, that does get your attention. Turning back from the waters again, you tilt your head at her. “… You have a point, there.” Its common knowledge that the pirates hate Peter, Hook especially. And though the other mermaids may love the stupid kid… you sure don’t. There’s just something about him that has always left a bad taste in your mouth, and he’s just always flying around here… making a terrible racket and interrupting your peace… Your life would be perfect, without him around. So- “What kind of offer is Hook making?”

“Come with me, and find out.”

Hmmm, giving Lady Hook a scrupulous look, you push off of the rocks. “Show me the way, then~ “

Malfie and Maleficent:

One morning while you’re hanging up a particularly large bed sheet in the sun to dry, struggling a little bit with its size, you fail to notice the big, black raven land on the table you have your tea set on. It takes you a couple minutes, but as the raven watches you, you manage to get the damn sheet hung up as well as the rest of the laundry- before turning to your breakfast that had been cooling down while you worked.

You see the raven immediately, of course, perched a little too close to your porridge, and narrow your eyes… inching towards the table just a little bit at a time, hesitantly to waive your hand at it. “… Shoo.”

It doesn’t make a sound back, doesn’t even move. The thing just stares at you until you get as close as you dare, a couple steps, and stand there quite put-out at its gall. You are the human, aren’t you? It’s the woodland creature. Shouldn’t it… scatter? Huphing, you set your hands on your hips with a frown. This just wont do.

… Narrowing your eyes and thinning your lips, you attempt to vocally request it leaves your food alone- why you thought that speaking fairly to the bird would help you, you have no clue. But it wasn’t responding to traditional waiving and shooing, so why not try? “… excuse me? That’s my breakfast, sir- or ma’am? I’d really love it if you flew a bit away from it.”

At this, miraculously, the raven actually does lift up into the air with a flap of its wings, and you watch with wide eyes as it lands then on the chair beside the table- and promptly turns into a man.

Your jaw drops open and you breath in deeply to scream at the horrifying impossibility, that this aviary just transformed into a man, but he who is currently gazing into a black hand mirror at himself, oh-so-delicately raises a finger at you as if to shush you- without even glancing away from his reflection.

Promptly you shut your mouth, and frown again in an unamused, perturbed sort of way. Well, he’s a bit cheeky.

God- what are you thinking? You should be freaking out! This man was just a BIRD!-

You’re about to go ahead this time and scream at the top of your lungs, but just in time he actually looks away from the mirror an his soft gaze falls on you. “Please, don’t.”

Letting out the air again that you had in preparation to scream, you clench your fists in frustration and shake your head. “I think I have every right to scream!”

“Sure, of course you do- laying your lucky eyes on ME!” Oh- seriously?? “Aha, but please, I have business to attend to with you and it’ll be a lot easier for us both if you just keep your enthusiasm for later. Thank you.”

What- Looking around, you half wonder if this is a crazy trick of some kind. Loki? Are you around??

Who even is this man????

“Uh… you have… business, with me??” What kind of business would a bird-man have with you? Gods, so many questions.

“I do,” Giving a sweet smile that you don’t trust one bit, considering the mischievous nature of transformation magic and the almost sickly-sweet sound of his voice. While he pushes out of the hair you were going to have your long-forgotten-about breakfast in and stalks around you- long, long legs taking him in a circle around you swiftly.  “See… “Oh, he’s gazing at his reflection again. “My Mistress thinks you have a quality she could use. And she would like for you to join forces with us. Of course, there’s more to it then that and… you’d have to learn to live near me without becoming too enamoured all the time... but there are perks. Protection, for one- “

“Wait wait wait,” You cut in, turning just in time to cut him off from another circle, setting your hands back on your hips and leaning towards him; A stern look on your face as you tilt your head to the side. “Who’s your mistress?”

“Umm… “The guy looks upwards, thoughtful and only a little bit startled that you’re acting so gutsy with him. “I think you’ll have to give me an answer, before I tell you that.”

“Well, what’s the question??”

“Will you join her?”

“I don’t even know who ‘she’ is!!” This whole thing is mad-

“My apologies sweetheart- “

“What’s your name, then??”

“Oh,” The man drops down gracefully to one knee at once, then, and takes your hand in his; Guiding it towards his lips while you just seethe with frustration above him. “I’m Malfie~ “

You wrench your hand quickly away from him before he can kiss it, and his eyes go wide- looking up at you with a sudden awe-struck wonder. And- what- Is that a blush on his face? Is he serious?? “Take me to your Mistress, Malfie. I think I’d rather conduct business with her, if I must conduct it at all.”  

“As you wish, love… “

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

What are your ships for villain recruiters and twisted wonderland?

I have a lot but these are the tops

DVR:

My main ship is Veil x Lady Hook for the obvious, my second ship is Apple Poison x Pretty Scar. I just love the idea of neat perfect people falling for opposites who they shouldn't. Piggybacking on that ship is Apple Poison x Pretty Scar and Dalmatia x Pretty Scar with Pretty Scar x Jack Heart. Why? Cause honestly Dalmatia and Pretty Scar as a couple is growing on me and so has the Poison Heart/Apple Heart ship but I still ship Pretty Scar and Apple and Jack and Dal

Joe and Malfie are a big favorite. I love their friendship and the idea of them making their own little family out of themselves

But of course there's the princesses with the guys

TWST:

My main Twst ships are (not in a specific order) - Riddle x Floyd, Azul x Idia x Mallus, Trey x Riddle, Idia x Riddle (it's called Strawberry Pocky in my book), Cater x Trey x Riddle, Jamil x Kalim, Kalim x Jamil x Ace, Floyd x Azul x Jade, Azul x Riddle, Jade x Trey, Chenya x Trey x Riddle x Cater, Jack x Epel, Epel x Ruggie, Epel x Deuce, Deuce x Ace, Leona x Jamil, Leona x Ruggie, Vil x Rook x Neige, Jamil x Azul (yeah-), Silver x Sebek, Jamil x Ruggie, at one point Jack and Sebek, and surprise ship: Arie x Esther x Silver x Sebek with Rielle x Isaac Loki as close seconds

Basically I love all ships and don't hate them except the Leona x his family ships

[shoujoqueensstuff]

Tw and dvr

Based on a convo and rp with a friend, we talked about how the following Disney villain recruiters would be related to these twisted wonderland characters

Malfie = Malleus's older brother

Jack heart = Riddle's older brother

Dalmatia = Divus's younger brother

Eight foot joe = azul's father

Apple poison = Vil's father

Faja = kalim's mother

Lady scar = Leona's mother

Ms. Hades = Idia and Ortho's mother

[blackevermore]

Pink Lilies

[ Apple x Sakura]

Genre: Wholesome

Warning(s): None

Word count: 806

A/N: @maidenofporcelain was feeling really down yesterday so I wrote this upon her request for a pick me up! Her and her f/o Apple Poison from DVR just being fluffy and wholesome. Sorry for any errors, I had this idea and I really wanted to get it out as fast as possible before it left my head. 

Reach out your hand. The wind will sway it, the sun will hold it, and the world around you will guide it back down. Down to your heart that learned a whole new meaning for beating. At first, your heart only knew how to beat for yourself then you fell in love, and now it beats faster, palpitating at the sight of your love. Who now lays beside you in a field of freshly blossomed pink lilies.

He had told you before that the garden had stopped growing the day after his queen died. There was no need to plant new ones when everyone that once occupied the palace had left. He was by himself and felt no reliable connection to bother with nature. Nature was just another reminder of how beauty had no true concept of pain. 

His pain for his queen was unborable to the point he thought of joining her in her eternal rest. If he had laid down his head beside his queen, maybe he would find peace in where ever her cruel heart had carried her. Loyalty was his undoubtfully highest bidding, death was not an obstacle that kept him away from doing what he must.

Before he pierced his own heart and place it in a box a flower in the dead garden bloomed. Its beauty was far beyond anything he had ever seen before. His hands itched inside their gloves to punk it, but had he plunked it he wouldn't be sure it would live.

"H-Hello?" A shaking voice calls out from the garden maze, scared, lost, and sounding very confused. Apple didn't move from his spot as he locked down the palace in one swipe of his hand and conquered his sword. No one had dared to come to the palace, not even Snow White, who was there and why. 

"H-Help I'm lost." The voice was crying. Apple didn't know why his heart came to life at the sound of something so delicate. Apple dropped his fight and took a step closer. When he got to the entrance he saw you.

How long have you been there? How long will you stay? Apple won't ask you out loud, yet he wonders when the final day will come when you tell him. Would it be tomorrow? The next week, or even the next rainy spring? Apple told himself not to count the days while in front of you. He had to keep himself together as he slowly fell apart.

"I love you." It was a very cold and monotoned confession that he was sure you wouldn't take too seriously. You've been here for a whole year since the day you appeared inside the garden maze. It had been one year since you made the flowers come back; a year since you made his heart learn to beat for someone else other than his queen.

His eyes were narrowed and scolding but his body was shaking in fear of making a fool of himself. You, on the other hand, were physically unprepared for everything that came your way, confessions or not. You didn't know what to say. Apple took your silence for rejection quickly went to dismiss himself. He knew to keep such fragile topics to himself, his queen had taught him that, she taught him to never show a sign of variability. But for you, he one by one remove a thick brick from his wall to get a glimpse of you. Your gentle beauty and kind heart were enough for him to remove himself from his path.

You reminded him of Snow. You two shared so much in common, but you were much more than she ever was. Where both of you were kind at heart, you were stronger mentally. She could never work up the courage to make him do things with her when she lived in the palace. You never took no for an answer, but you never overly forced your happiness. Apple now knew how to make flower crowns with the most delicate materials.

You grabbed his coat from the tails that flew up in his haste to leave and pulled him back.

"I love you too."

~~~

Apple reaches out his hand. The wind will sway it, the sun no longer held it for someone else did, and the world around him now guided it back down. Down to his heart that learned a whole new meaning for beating. At first, his heart only knew how to beat for his queen and the kingdom he grew up in. Then he fell in love, and now it beats faster, palpitating at the sight of he new found love. Who now lays beside him in a field of freshly blossomed pink lilies.

Lilies that only grew when his beloved stayed in his world and loved him for everything he was.

[philanddanxreader]

Relationship with Phil

big spoon/little spoon: Phil is the big spoon mostly because it’s hard to be the little spoon to a tall skinny giant. Good thing he would much rather face you so he can give you little kisses.

favourite non-sexual activity: Walking around the park on a nice day holding your hand and talking about weird facts. 

who uses all the hot water: Phil does because he is busy singing in the shower or thinking of video ideas. “What takes so long you have like no hair.” “I have to find my towel to dry my hands so I can put my ideas in my notes on my phone.”

The most trivial thing they fight over: How to sit on the couch. He wants to cuddle you but it’s hard when he want to have his laptop on his lap. “I am not comfortable like this.” “Try moving your one leg over more.” “I’m not a freaking pretzel.”

who does most of the cleaning: Phil cleans the bedroom because he likes everything in its place. Otherwise, you guys just switch off. “I washed the dishes yesterday. It’s so your turn.”

what has a season pass on their DVR/who controls the Netflix queue: You guys use Phil’s account for Netflix. Usually, you let him pick unless the two of you are in bed and you just want something mindless to slightly watch. Then he lets you pick whatever.

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Phil. He mostly bull shits the whole time that he knows what he is doing. But he is damn good at it.”

who steals the blankets: You do. But only because Phil has banned you from putting your feet on him in the middle of the night when there cold.

who leaves their stuff around: “Phil? could you possibly move the light from my side of the bed when you’re done filming?” “Sorry I forgot.” “It’s fine. It just feels like were about to shoot a porno in here.” “Eww, y/n.”

who remembers to buy the milk: You. The both of you will get back when Phil pauses trying to remember if you guys grabbed one. “Love, did you remember that we needed milk?” “Yes, Phil. You were trying to pick out apples when I grabbed it.” “Good.”

who remembers anniversaries: Phil has his shit planned at least a month in advance. 

Who cooks normally?: You do. Phil is really good at making sure it isn’t poisoned throughout the process with all his taste tests.

How often do they fight?: Never. If you guys have a disagreement it never escalates to a full blown fight. 

What do they do when they’re away from each other?: Phil shoots his videos when your not home because you distract him. Or because your singing in the kitchen doing dishes and he hates to ask you to stop because it’s so cute. When you’re without Phil you are usually with friends because he has made you hate being alone. You were fine until he spoiled you with his constant presence.

Nicknames for each other?: You call Phil Love and Hun. He pretty much has no first name just bean. He usually calls you Love or Pet. If he really wants your attention he calls you sweetheart.

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Phil. You insist you can pay and that it’s your turn but he could care less.

What would they get each other for gifts?: You get Phil shoes or candy. He really loves both. Phil gets you that thing in your shopping cart online because he knew you were waiting for it to go on sale.

Who kissed who first?: Phil kissed you first. After your second date, he was dropping you off and just as you were turning to leave he grabbed you and spun you around for a kiss.

Who made the first move?: You were the first one to initiate hand holding. Phil kept brushing his hand against yours in a nervous way wanting to grab it but chickening out. Really you were just filling the space between the two of you.

Who remembers things?: Phil does. “How did you know I even like this?” “I’m sure you told me at some point.”

Who started the relationship?: You asked Phil what the two of you were and that’s when Phil asked you to actually start dating.

Who cusses more?: You. Phil uses fake curse words. 

What would they do if the other was hurt?: Phil would rush to you as you tell him your fine. He would continue to bombard you with questions way after even though you have said you are fine like a million times.

I also did a Dan one.

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My Disney Villain Recruiters Ships and Why:

Well first off and as the gif suggest:

Dalmatia and Jack Heart! ~ They're the main pairing the DVR squad that are 100% best friends ~ They bounce off each other very well ~ Their aesthetics fit well

Apple Poison and Lady/Pretty Scar (This was one of gifs given through apple poison so now it's them) ~ He's a gentleman to boot ~ He hides emotions while she shows them off ~ She's cute and wild so a bit of a opposite ~ He's the one who gives her the most positive reactions such as escorting her to a event and giving her head rubs when a recruitment was a success

Veil and Lady Hook! ~ Out of all the girls Hook (or Hock as some translations call her) she flirts most with Veil and Scatterbrain but she actually physically flirts with Veil more by cupping her face and extending their eye contact ~ Like Jack Heart and Dalmatia, their aesthetics work well in both opposites and similarities ~ I had saved so many of their pictures so yeah-

Eight-Foot-Joe/Malfie/Farja/Ms. Hades ~ I know this is the remaining people but they all radiant bi/pan energy and honestly nip-picking away certain parts of the separate ships they have is hard ~ Malfie and Joe are considered best friends and often goof off together which I think is cute ~ Ms Hades and Joe are kind of like the Mr and Mrs Smith type of friendship. At each other's throats at times but is remotely sweet and respect each other ~ Farja are 1) the most popular ship besides a few and 2) They vibe together so damn well as these two goofy ass birds chilling their mature cold appearance friends ~ Ms Hades and Farja talk most out of all the girls and whenever they get flustered by Lady Hook's flirty/dominated sides they fan-girl together and I can just see them doing that if their boys did something cute in their eyes ~ Joe is nice to Farja though he should be scary to her ~ None of them are intimidated or scared of Joe though he wants to convince he is as he a delinquent type of dude