#disney villains fluff

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

Reader // Stim critic - 1 // Dr. Facilier

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A few words from author: Hello, guys!

So here I am with some new content for Disney villains after a really long time.

Today I don't have much to say, it's pointless anyways cuz I doubt anyone reads these.

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Type: Scenario

Scenario summary: Introduction to how Facilier decides to start rating your autistic stims as if he were a... well... stim critic

Settings: Can be read as both platonic and romantic, although there are some romantic vibes cuz c'mon it's Facilier,

Genre: Fluff, lighthearted

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Aside from typical Facilier stuff (like voodoo etc) there should be none!

Sidenote: Reader's gender is not specified, but if reader description leans more towards feminine sense then it's purely unintentional and I apologize!

Sidenote: This specific scenario will have more parts, so expect more of "Stim critic" to come!

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That's all,

Enjoy,

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Rambling like there's no tomorrow,

You stand in front of Facilier,

Your body moving on its own accord,

You don't take much notice of how you begin to sway,

But someone else does,

And he watches you with pure adoration before suddenly speaking,

"Five stars," Facilier says, making you stop in your rambles and swaying,

"What?" you say with your brows furrowing, confused,

And Facilier smiles slyly, his shadow matching that,

"That swaying thing you have going on, chérie/chéri," he address casually, making you realize you were, in fact, swaying the whole time you spoke,

"What about it?" you ask anxiously, worried your stimming left a bad taste in Facilier's mouth,

Just like it always is with your family, and well most people,

But the voodoo man surprises you greatly,

"I give it five stars, it's very endearing, very innocent looking," he tells you, making your eyes widen,

And as you look at Facilier, your brows furrow and you ask: "Did you just rate my stimming like a restaurant?",

And Facilier hums, smirking: "Mhm, that I just did, dear,",

That response makes you playfully roll your eyes before you shake your head and laugh,

"You're unbelievable, Faci," you say, shaking your head, unable to not smile at the silliness of your companion,

"What?" Facilier gasped, dramatically putting a hand on his chest and feigning a hurt expression,

"But ma chérie/mon chéri, I'm just stating what's true, you can't blame me for that, can you?" he told you, giving you the innocent act,

And his words and way of speaking make you playfully roll your eyes yet again,

"Okay, okay, stim critic," you chuckle, shaking your head at how funnily obnoxious he was being,

"while you're at it you might as well rate my other stims, no?" you suggest jokingly,

But that wasn't the best idea,

Because the suggestion has Facilier's face light up, but in the worst way possible,

That grin of his isn't a grin of an innocent child being invited to play,

It is the grin of the devil being set free,

"Why, I very much could do that, now couldn't I darlin'?" he draws out, and his shadow quite literally grows horns as both of them grin wider,

And only then you realized what your lighthearted invitation has just gotten you into,

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[thembofics]

King Magnifico dating Asha's older sibling would include

Pairings: King Magnifico x Asha's sibling!Reader

A/N: When I tell you this man is SO FINE. I can't wait to watch Wish when it comes out. :,)

Let me start by saying that this man is a doting boyfriend

He calls you "my dear/king/queen" depending on your gender.

Whatever wish you make, he'll happily grant it.

Feeling sad? King Magnifico will jump at the chance to reassure you that everything's gonna be alright. Maybe I'm just being a simp, but I can see him letting you vent, and then he comforts you when you're done.

Bored? Don't worry, there's gonna be a perfect date arranged.

If there's a ball, he'll commission the best outfits for you.

Magnifico gives you the most lavish gifts, but eventually, you tell him to dial it back.

He's so affectionate 🥹💖

If you're working, the man will not hesitate to sneak up behind you, hug you, and sneak kisses on your cheek.

Your little sister Asha would probably freak out if she knew about y'all's relationship.

[hrefna-the-raven]

Hot as Hades

Masterlist

Words: 2154

Chapter 1 - Call me with a prayer

Summary: You always prayed to Hades and one night, he finally answered your prayers

Warnings: none, just cuteness and love

More and more people assembled for the festivities of Chtonia. Instead of partaking in the customary rituals like the rest, you chose to venture alone into the neighbouring forest. Your ebony peplos gracefully swayed in the gentle evening breeze as you strolled, held together by a sapphire belt that accentuated your form. Clasped tightly in your grasp was an amphora brimming with the finest wine as you navigated through the thick foliage. You had always been somewhat of a solitary soul, finding solace in the company of animals and the natural world rather than in the presence of others. Therefore, it came as no surprise that you would also pay homage to the gods in seclusion, or more specifically, one particular deity. Your steps came to a halt in front of a weathered shrine, a small wooden box housing an intricate statuette of Hades. Since your earliest memories, you had felt an inexplicable pull towards the ruler of the underworld, without understanding why or needing to know. For years, you had frequented this shrine, engaging in conversations with the god. Though he never responded, it mattered not to you; you continued to visit and converse with him nevertheless.

Little did you know that the ruler of the underworld listened to every single one of your prayers. You intruiged him, becoming a pleasant diversion from his daily dealings with the departed. Initially, he was cautious, as no one had ever approached him solely to pray without seeking something in return. Whether it was the resurrection of a loved one or an extension of their own lifespan, prayers were never simple or genuine acts of devotion, at least not for him. That was a luxury that was only granted to the other gods. Of course, he expected the same from you in the beginning, you were only human and mortal after all. However, as years went by, you continued to visit his shrine, offering prayers without any ulterior motives. And until this moment, you had never asked for anything in return, you simply came to talk, and boy, did you have a way of doing so. The jokes you cracked would have made him drop dead laughing, figuratively speaking. While you strolled through the forest, Hades was captivated by your presence, completely engrossed in observing you from the underworld, as Pain and Panic entered the throne room, arguing about who's turn it was to confess their mistake first. Panic suddenly grew silent and nudged Pain, pointing towards Hades, too engrossed in observing you to even notice his minions. Pain let out an amused giggle and stepped forward.

"Your most lugubriousness", he bowed, "are you watching the mortal again?"

Before Hades could respond, Panic interjected, approaching Pain with an impish grin.

"Ah you know the boss got the major hots for her", he could barely contain his smirk, "isn't that right, boss? When are you gonna talk to her? She prays to you for years now."

Hades' hair flaired up and turned a fiery orange before he quickly rushed his hands through, calming the flames until they turned blue again.

"Guys, guys, guys...you know the rules my stupid brother set up", he sighed, "no interaction is permitted until the mortal pleads for a favour."

"But if she does ask something, anything", Pain victoriously pointed his finger up.

"You could appear and talk to her, ask her on a date, boss", Panic finished the idea.

Hades was about to answer when his eyes fell back on you as you kneeled in front of the shrine, holding up the amphora.

"Wouldn't it be far more delightful to share this fine wine with you instead of pouring it to the ground in your name? I'd definitely prefer that", you playfully teased as you removed the cork.

"Boss, she's asking for something! She wants something from you!", exclaimed in a nervous tandem before they blinked and looked around the throne room, "where did he go?"

Just as you were about to pour the wine on the ground, goosebumps formed on your skin and the air around you seemed to shift.

"Baboom. Name is Hades, lord of the dead, hi, howya doin'?", a smooth voice resonated from the dissipating smoke that materialised out of thin air.

As the smoke cleared, a towering, muscular man stood before you, his piercing yellow eyes stared right into your soul. Your gaze trailed over his form, a gasp escaping your lips as you took in his bluish-gray skin and the blue flames crowning his head. Stunned, you found yourself unable to move as the amphora slipped from your grasp but instead of the sound of shattering ceramic, silence met your ears and it levitated toward the god's waiting hands, a mischievous smirk adorning his face as he held it before him.

"My sweet", he winked at you, "it would be shame to throw this on the ground, especially after you mentioned wanting to share it with", he took a few steps closer to you as he leaned down to face you directly, "me."

Hades' smug exterior was the perfectly constructed façade, hiding his crumbling confidence. Question: am I mortified? Answer: yes! What will she say? She will be either afraid or disgusted, either way, this will not work in your favour. He blinked a few times, trying to silence his own thoughts, until he felt your hand on his face. Your fingers trailed up his cheek, brushing against his hair as you observed him with curiosity. But when your fingers got too close to the flames on his head, you quickly pulled them back in pain.

"Ouch", you almost laughed as you licked the burnt fingertips, "one can truly say, you're hot as Hades."

And at that very instant, the mind of the god ceased all function, undergoing a painful shutdown in order to reassess the situation. Throughout the ages, he had revealed himself to countless individuals and witnessed a myriad of reactions, yet not a single mortal had ever responded quite like you did. You just casually not only touched him but also made an admittedly funny joke. Clearing his throat, he snapped his fingers, and in an instant, both of you found yourselves seated on a blanket in the heart of a forest clearing, beneath a breathtakingly clear night sky adorned with shimmering stars. Hades proceeded to pour you a goblet of wine.

"So let's embark on the delightful task of sharing of this finer beverage. What do you mortals fancy these days? Actually, never mind. Don't spoil, I have to try this myself", he remarked as he took a sip from his own chalice.

He hummed at the pleasant taste flodding his mouth, eyes falling shut for a moment as he tried to ignore the rapid beating of his heart in your presence.

"So uhm", you shyly began, peering at him, "how are things in the underworld?"

Great, you mentally scolded yourself, you finally get the chance to talk to your god and this is the best you could come up with?

"Well, they're just fine. You know, a little dark, a little gloomy. And, as always, hey, full of dead people. What are you gonna do?"

You couldn't help but chuckle, secretly pondering whether he was simply being polite or if the ruler of the underworld truly shared your sense of humor.

"Come up here and share some wine and jokes with a tiny mortal?", you playfully countered, raising your goblet in invitation.

"Well the dead certainly aren't going anywhere, so what kind of god would I be if I didn't set aside some time from my busy schedule to spend an evening with my most devoted follower?"

You quickly nibbled at your wine, trying to conceal the blush that crept onto your cheeks. The tales circulating about the lord of the underworld were plentiful, none of them portraying him in a favourable light. However, it suddenly struck you that none of these stories had taken the time to truly understand the god sitting next to you. You knew better than to assume that he was only nice and fun based solely on a few pleasantries exchanged, but it also seemed unlikely that he was the monstrous figure painted by the people.

"Here's to Lord Hades, the ruler of the underworld, the lord of the dead, and quite possibly the most handsome god I've encountered thus far", you sincerely smiled at him as you finished another goblet, toasting his name and hoping he wouldn't hold that bold compliment against you.

"Babe, I'm the only god you've met so far."

"But I've seen the statues of the others and meh", you shook your head, "nothing that would shake my acropolis if you catch my drift."

The god burst into a boisterous laughter in response to your remark. After all those years of listening to you, he cherished the warmth of your presence. The way your gaze explored him, brimming with awe and, he could swear, a trace of desire, made him feel woozy on the inside, a weird feeling he hadn't felt in, well, never actually. Time with you slipped away too swiftly, and when Hades caught sight of the sunrise, he let out a melancholic sigh. He took your hand, helped you up and with a snip of his fingers, you found yourself back at the shrine.

"I really enjoyed this, Lord, I mean, my god, Hades", you mumbled, unsure of how to express to an actual god that you yearned for more time together.

My god....my...that one little word, its weight pulling not only his mind in but also his heart which seemed to gravitate around your mortal being, unable to pull away again. Hades shook his head, nervously running his hand through his flaming hair.

"Well, gotta blaze. I have a whole underworld down there waiting for me, so see you around and don't forget to offer your prayers to your one and only", he winked before he disappeared into thin air, leaving behind only a faint trail of dark smoke where he had been standing.

A satisfied grin spread across your lips, your heart fluttering at the mere thought of having spent an entire night with a god. You hummed a sweet tune as you made your way back home, passing the still ongoing festivities. You chuckled at their efforts to please the gods while a small prayer of you summoned the Lord of the underworld himself.

Hades didn't return to the underworld but went back to the clearing, pacing around as the thoughts of the night lingering in his mind. You were a tiny mortal, he was a god, an immortal being, your life would be over within the blink of an eye and then your soul would be floating in the river Styx, for all eternity for him to watch. It would be torment, and he despised torment, at least when it came to himself. He had no qualms inflicting his favourite methods of torture on others. He groaned, his hands rubbing across his face, trying to push away that growing warmth within his chest.

"Well well well", a female voice spoke, causing Hades to spin around, "when I sensed the call of love, I certainly wasn't expecting to find you."

"Aphrodite", Hades huffed, "fancy meeting you here. Don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"Oh Hades", the goddess giggled, "the Lord of the underworld in love, and with a mortal no less. How could I be anywhere else when I can revel in taunting you?"

Aphrodite stepped closer, playfully poking her finger into Hades' chest.

"Don't fight it, you won't be able to ignore your love, it has already grown too much."

Hades' hair flared up, fiery orange flames engulfing his neck and shoulders as he suppressed a scream. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, attempting to compose himself while Aphrodite merely chuckled with amusement.

"WHAAAT ARE...? Okay, fine, fine. I'm cool. I'm fine", he grumbled, shooting an irritated glare at the goddess, "I'm.not.in.love."

Although his voice appeared calm, the underlying strain of anger was evident.

"Just savour the moment, my dear", Aphrodite waved at him, "oh and by the way, courtesy of yours truly", she winked at him, mockingly bowing her head, "the mortal loves you too."

And with those words, she disappeared. Hades rolled his eyes; he would never admit it, but she was right. If he set aside his pride and delved deep enough into his corrupted black oozing heart, he would have to acknowledge that the affection and curiosity he felt for you went beyond mere fondness and the fact that you seemed to feel the same way was both worrying and reassuring. Although, for now, he was content to just observe you, spend some time together and see what would unfold and, if possible, hide it from the other gods, they were insufferable enough as it is.

Chapter 2

[assortedvillainvault]

I said I was gonna request you, and i'm finally here. Can I request more fluff Headcanons for Facilier, Headless horseman and Horned king?? 🥺 Thank uuu 💫💫 hope you're doing amazing btw <3

BUBBLY i'm so so sorry for the wait on this, I've done nothing but rotate this ask in my head for 12 months, please enjoy-!

FLUFF HEADCANNONS

Dr Faciler:

- This MAN-

- Smooooooth as butter in a slow warmed skillet in summer.

- He’s an elegant chaperone draped in shadow, a hand in the darkness, a gentlemanly escort through the city streets, he’s basically able to hear you through every dark nook and cranny in New Orleans and assistance for anything is only the bat of an eyelash at a dark alley away.

- There’s. There’s so many petnames. The way he purrs ‘Darlin’’ feels like some kind of sin.

- You better believe half of New Orleans owes him a favour or two, so when he decides to take you out on the town, you’re getting nothing but the best service. It may not be the kind of highfalootin’ places he feels you deserve, but hidden in alleyways and in cellars lives New Orleans most raucous, lively, swingin’ nightlife and you’ll both be dancing till your feet fall off.

- Even as you both go for a pleasant walk around town, his ceaseless fingers are dipping into pockets and swiping passersby to get you something nice.

- While you’ve grown used to the sensation of being watched from the darkness, Facilier started taking pains to steer you away from where the city borders the bayou after you told him you felt watched there too.

- Mama Odie has her ways of keeping tabs on you both – and the horrified look on Facilier’s face when she hollered across the river “Stand up straight!” and “Y/N better be eatin’ right!” and “I better see some grandbabies!” (regardless of gender, she has her ways) was priceless.

Headless Horseman:

- Though he can vocalise, it often hurts, so when you appeared with a book on sign language he couldn’t help but sweep you up into a tight embrace.

- You’ve gotten familiar with the signs for ‘hello’ and ‘come here’ and ‘I love you’, the last being something he takes great pride in making you blush with.

- If you don’t know how to ride, he’ll teach you, though you know for a fact his horse Alpatraum only tolerates it because the Horseman is there to supervise. You’re getting thrown otherwise.

- (since learning said horse has a severe weakness for sugar cubes you’ve been graduated from ‘annoyance’ to ‘my annoyance with snacks’. He’ll let you pet him eventually, don’t worry.)

- If you have your own horse, it’s romantic nighttime rides through the woods as far as the eye can see. But HH's favourite is when you smirk and dare him to catch you, taking off at a gallop and laughing as he races in pursuit, the horses hooves like thunder as he gives chase.

- He loves it when you get chilly, because it means he can wrap you up in his cloak and snuggle in the saddle.

- Lowkey loves it when you carve him new faces/heads for halloween, though does have a slight caveat that you please keep the design somewhat frightening. If he’s left with the hello kitty pumpkin again yes he’ll begrudgingly wear it because you worked hard on it but you’re getting stuck up a tree as penance.

The Horned King

- Tf do you mean fluff he’s cold he’s hard he’s ragged he is terror he is death whispered on the wind-

-If you kiss his hand he nearly pitches over.

- The longer you’re in his company, the more you can observe his mocking use of endearments become ever so slowly more sincere, until only he is allowed to call you sweet things – which becomes a rule enforced with ruthless efficiency in his castle.

-He enjoys walking and talking with you, which is good because you’re the only person on the goddamn planet that can convince this lich to leave his depression hole of a private tower and get him to experience a change of scenery. Even just around the parapets would be enough, and then he gets to offer you his arm for the uneven ground and have you lean on him and oh, yes absolutely dear we can make this a daily occurrence-

- His major love language is quality time – simply being in your presence is enough to soothe the hard edges of any day. His favourite thing is just the two of you existing in the same space, quietly doing your own thing, and maybe settling in for some idle handholding just to make things Perfect.

- As a sidenote – you know the thing? With the gentle handholding and the little thumb-stroke over the back of the hand? Yeah. Yeah. That.

- Because he struggles with actually directly verbalising soft feelings (he’s allergic to announcing he’s secretly made of bone shaped mush), he’s come up with the genius coping mechanism of ‘Acts of Service – gaslighting edition’.

- Example:

- “...Sire did you order the men to renovate my room??”

- “The castle requires upkeep, my dear.”

- “...but the renovations seem to comprise of. Just my room.”

- “...Perhaps once the men and Creeper prove themselves deserving of leakproof roofs and sufficient insulation I will order their quarters improved also. Now hush.”

Once again Bubbly I'm so sorry for the wait, I hope you like these little bits!!

[cloudcountry]

Asshfhfjg congrats on the 1k omg :D I get excited every time I see a post from you no cap ❤️🥹

Is it ok to send in a lil request for the event? 👉👈 Floyd + Comfort hehe

Hope you have a wonderful amazing day mwahmwah <3

I WANTED TO MAKE THIS FLUFFY BUT UHH.....its floyd comforting u with his violence. everyone has their own ways of comforting i suppose!

reader is implied to be an octavinelle student & they work at the mostro lounge. they're literally just as devious as floyd sigh!!

you have an amazing day too!!!! thank you sm for being so sweet C: sending you a floyd hug!!! <33

FLOYD LEECH + COMFORT (1k event details)

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A clearly intentional shove from an Octavinelle student was all it took for you to crash to the Mostro Lounge floor, the platter full of drinks spilling out of your hands and shattering in an array of colors. Your hands were scraped from the glass and your knees hurt, but you still stumbled up with rage in your eyes as the Octavinelle students gaped in mock surprise.

“Aww, did that hurt? Let me get you a towel.” one of them coos, and even though he sounds concerned you could tell how mocking he's being.

“Don’t need it.” you reply coolly, tightening those bloody hands into fists, “Do your job. Or else you’ll fall behind me, you know?”

Another student gets real close to your ear, looking absolutely furious.

“Don’t talk to us like that. A little shrimp should know their place. The Leech brothers and Azul aren’t here to protect you, so what are you gonna do?”

“Ehhh? Who said I wasn’t here?”

The students jump away, and you take great pleasure in their alarmed expressions. Floyd looms over them, a sour look on his face as he surveys the mess.

“Shrimpy, what happened here?” he places his hands on your shoulders, not taking his eyes off the students for a second.

“They were just a bit clumsy.” one of the boys tries to explain, but Floyd cuts him off with a harsh glare.

“Shut your mouth, tidewrack. I wasn’t talking to you.” he hisses, “I smell blood, Shrimpy. Did these guys hurt you?”

“No.” you hold your head high, looking down on the students to show just how unaffected you are by their stupid scheme.

That doesn’t mean you’re going to let them off the hook, though.

“Well, not really. They just shoved me from behind and messed up Table Two’s order, broke five precious Mostro Lounge glasses, wrecked the floor, and injured an employee. But it was all just an unfortunate accident.” you say, and there’s a twinge of satisfaction when you see their faces turn more and more frightened (because there’s no doubt Floyd looks furious.)

“I’ll take care of them, Shrimpy.” Floyd finally tears his eyes away to look at you, a soft smile on his face as he rolls up his sleeves, “You go get Jade to clean up those cuts, alright?”

“Alright.” you smile back, grabbing his tie and tugging him down so you can kiss him, “Don’t hurt them too bad, sweetness.”

[fandomnerd9602]

can you do Amy Madden from villains of village view x male reader?

Amy and Y/N continue their little waltz at the school dance…

Y/N: heard reports of villains in town

Amy: and?

Y/N: I know who you are. But I like you too much to turn you in.

Amy: (purrs) well I heard reports of a new hero in town, the Falcon

Y/N: your point?

Amy: I noticed a very familiar jawline.

Amy caresses Y/N’s jawline…

Amy: don’t worry your secrets safe with me

Y/N: do we have to fight now?

Amy: no. I like you too much. how about fighting me on occasion?

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; maleficent

requested by ; anonymous (28/05/23)

fandom(s) ; disney animated films / sleeping beauty

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; maleficent

outline ; “Since I really liked the smut hcs, can I also request sfw relationship hcs with Mother Gothel, Lady Tremaine, Maleficent, and Queen Elinor when you get the chance, please? Thank you (✿◠ᴗ◠)”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

she is incredibly protective to the extent that it borders on territorial — like she refuses to let anyone anywhere near you and isn’t above killing, maiming, cursing or threatening anyone that gets too close for (her) comfort

her love language is more along the lines of quality time as she’s not really someone that can naturally be physically affectionate or complimentary — so you do end up going on frequent date nights and you also spend basically all of your time with her (not that you’re given much of a choice in the matter)

she prefaces every pet name with ‘my’ — so she calls you ‘my dear’, ‘my darling’ or ‘my love’ and other things along those lines rather than just ‘dear’ or ‘love’

makes sure that you’re never without anything, whether that’s clothing or food or jewellery or books — she’ll either have her servants fetch them manually or summon them herself with her magic depending on how busy she is

she doesn’t sleep much or easily, usually being confined to restless naps an hour or two in length at most, but she always makes an effort to lay with you until you fall asleep (and sometimes she’ll drift herself because she finds your presence so calming that she can’t help herself)

she gets jealous extremely easily and will lash out at the other party immediately — though with her reputation it really doesn’t take long for the other person to get the message and leave — but she will be a bit cold to you afterwards until you prove to her that you’re still dedicated to her

(it’s not that she doesn’t trust you, she just knows that she isn’t the most conventional partner for a human to have)

you’re the only one who is able to make her laugh and smile — not cackle or smirk, genuinely smile and laugh so hard that she has to cover her mouth and she starts tearing up

if you have a green thumb then she’ll dedicate a balcony in her castle to gardening and will make sure that you have full access to everything you need to keep your plants of choice alive and thriving

she struggles a bit to cope when you’re unwell and will withdraw a bit, handing over the necessary labour to her servants whilst checking in from a distance — she’s never been ill so she just doesn’t really, well, get it

[4younotafool]

The Lioness (Twisted Wonderland)

Wattpad: "The Lioness" @NotAFool4You disclaimer: This story is a fanfiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, or incidents in this story are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to an actual person, or event, is purely coincidental.  genre: Opposites attract, rivals, childhood best friends, second chance, Misunderstanding, Misunderstood, 'She's/He's just a friend trope', 'I would never like him/her even if she's/he's the last person in the planet trope', Pining, She fell first He fell harder

Prologue

“What's your problem?! huh?!” 

I took off my helmet and my eyes followed as he sat. He responded with only a rise of his eyebrow with a look of ‘I-don’t-know-what-you’re-talking-about’ and continued to drink from his bottle of water.

“Why did you do that?!” 

Words out of rage and anger rolled out of my tongue without a hint of hesitation. Emotions already taking over. I threw my helmet and it landed near his head. He looked unfazed and unbothered by what was happening which irritated me more. 

“Kingscholar! Answer!” I screamed and he glanced at me. Finally. 

He rolled his eyes.  “What do you want me to say? Oh, How 'bout,” 

Kingscholar cleared his throat and he said the most sarcastic sentence I could ever hear in my life.

“Sorry Zira, wasn’t on purpose. Didn’t mean to almost kill ‘ya.”

That was my last straw. That was the last patience I could ever give to this beast-man. I raised my arm and was about to strike his face with the palm of my hand but stopped halfway when our eyes met. 

Emerald eyes, almost lifeless, with nothing to expect in life. The scar over his left eye was a mark of his past. Our past. 

I pursed my lips. My arm trembled. My mind was consumed by guilt because I was the cause of that scar over his eye and possibly how he became like this. But in rage for how pathetic and petty he is for treating me like this. Like I was some dirt in his way. 

I wondered where we went wrong, I wondered how we ended up like this. These same emerald-colored eyes looked as bright and shining as a gem under the sunlight, he used to smile so brightly and carefree with all the happiness in the world, he used to be fair and positive to everyone and anyone, he used to be…..that was how he used to be. 

But now, his eyes are just….nothing. No anger, no hidden resentment, no spark. It was void of any emotions. There wasn’t even a hint of satisfaction for what he'd done to me. Wasn’t it enough to bring him joy? Or it wasn’t what he expected to happen?

Leona Kingscholar stood up from his seat. He scoffed and took the tie of his hair off, letting it run loose and running his fingers through the waves of his brown hair. 

“Got nothing else to say?”

I remained silent. Kingscholar confirmed my silence and passed by with a nudge on my shoulder. Ready to leave me in the dark.  Again. 

Enough is enough. It's my turn to leave him in the dark. I'm not letting this bastard have all the fun in this stupid game of his.

“May the best win.” Was what I spoke without looking at him from behind. 

“Well,” I turned around, he stood there in all his glory, a hand on his hip, ready to listen. 

“Not like you can, anyway.”

I know what can hit him hard enough without physically doing so. All men are the same. Their arrogance and fragile ego are all the same. You want to fight? Then I’ll give you a heck of a one. Wouldn’t be fun if it’s one-sided, right?

Be prepared, Leona Kingscholar. I’ll treat you badly like how you’ve treated me but ten times back.

[it-happened-one-fic]

A Strange World of Wonder and Beauty - Malleus

Author Notes: This one was actually written to the "Strangers Like Me" song from Tarzan. In a weird kind of a way, I though it fit Malleus and so, a fic was born. To be honest, I was actually rather unsure about writing another Malleus fic after my last one since I wasn't sure I could do as good of a job. But, here we are anyway. As per usual Reader is gender-neutral

Type: Fluff/romance

Word count: 944 words

Malleus had found his days gradually changing since he’d met the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm. 

Before, it had been the usual hum-drum of going to classes and then going home, being guarded all the while. Before his only escape had been when he’d sneak out to look at gargoyles, which was, of course, beyond enjoyable. But now…. 

Now he found himself sneaking out more often, testing his limits as he went on yet another venture to see his friend.

Lilia was, of course, onto him. But Sebek and Silver were thus far clueless as to where he disappeared off to for such lengthy periods. And it was liberating. 

He had a secret that few people knew of. He had a friend who did not care about the pomp and circumstance of his status. They didn’t even care about who he was. It was a blissful relationship, unimpeded by rank or ceremony. 

They’d learned his name and had taken it in stride, continuing to refer to him as Hornton rather than some clunky title or even by his own name. And he found that he was gradually growing to prefer Hornton to his other titles. It was more than just an alias. It was a pet name and, in Malleus’s eyes, the most venerable title he possessed.

Green lights flickered into existence around him as he teleported and felt a grin slide onto his face. A childish show of petty pleasure at having eluded his bodyguards yet again as he slipped through the dead trees. 

Ramshackle Dorm was not a pretty sight. Though it had once been a grand house, at this point it was…well…ramshackle. Run-down. Dilapidated. There were many words for it but none of them implied attractiveness. 

And yet, despite its less than glamorous appearance, it was a sight that Malleus quite liked. Even before meeting you, he’d enjoyed this little haunt. But now he’d come to delight in the sight of the building even more, because the sight of it had become synonymous with both escape and seeing you. 

Now he waited, wandering the grounds of your dorm as he awaited your appearance. And, right on cue, your door opened, and you emerged. A smile on your precious little face as your eyes met his.

All at once, he felt it. That warm feeling that seemed to spread from his very core and envelop his entire person whenever he saw you. It wasn’t an unpleasant warmth, but one that left him chasing the sensation and appearing before your person more and more frequently. 

He stepped up onto the porch, joining you as you gestured through the door you held open to let him into your home. Your smile and invitation were a clear sign of your lack of fear and full trust in him.

He found himself hesitating though, pausing before he entered and turning to you with a grin on his face, “Child of man… I wonder if you would like to accompany me for today?”

You tilted your head, expression curious as he held out his hand, a silent but impulsive invitation. 

Why was he inviting you?

Perhaps because you’d invited him into your home and your life, making him a piece of your world, and now he wanted to do the same. 

Hiding his identity had initially been a bit of fun, but it had swelled into something different when you’d shown him that his status didn’t matter to you. You’d taught him a great deal about the ways of humans and provided him with companionship, so now he wanted to show you everything and hold nothing back.

With a slight smile you slipped your hand into his and he let his gloved fingers curl around yours. Holding your hand like it was mere glass and precious beyond belief. 

His smile spread as green lights flickered around the two of you, and you glanced around. Enchanted.

Strange how you looked at such a minor spell with such wonder when it was mundane to him. But then he supposed you viewed him the same way. Enchanted by things that were most likely ordinary and run-of-the-mill to you.

Your hair stirred in the wind that he conjured around the two of you and your eyes widened as your surroundings changed. Transforming from the aged exterior of Ramshackle to the gothic interior of Diasomnia. A dead forest to a looming castle in an instant.

You stepped forward, seemingly forgetting his presence for the moment as you looked around in awe at the vaulted ceilings and impossibly high walls. Green flames flickered in sconces and upon candles, the only light present. It was a dark, dreary atmosphere, but you gazed at it all with eyes full of wonder.

Malleus felt himself smiling, not his usual smug smirk, but a far tenderer expression that seldom graced his face. 

It seemed to be appearing more now that you were in his life, a precious piece of his world.

“Hornton, it’s…” You trailed off, turning to him with a wide smile that had him chuckling to himself.

He reached, hesitating and stopping himself just before he touched your face. Your eyes were wide with confusion, but he only smiled and shook his head. He wanted to explore this warm feeling and look at the world with a new viewpoint from beside you.

Aborting his previous gesture, he stepped back. Holding out his hand like a gentleman asking a lady for a dance, “Come, there is much I would like to show you.”

Yours was a strange world of wonder and beauty. A world he could hardly imagine, but one he desperately wanted to live in nonetheless.

[thefanficmonster]

Hello dear. May i ask for Shan Yu x wife!reader with their first newborn headcanons pls?

Omg another Shan Yu request! Thank you hun, enjoy 💕

PS: I've only seen the original cartoon Mulan and no other media of it or involving it so I'm sorry if that's what you were looking for

Pairing: Shan Yu x Reader (Female) [Mulan 1998]

Warnings: Struggles of parenting, Mentions of war and death

Genre: Domestic Fluff, Cuteness, Romance

Shan Yu can confidently say that becoming the Hun Army leader was the moment that defines him

Or at least he could

Plenty of things have changed

Since then, his life had become a bleak mess of flood and death that he had forced himself to see as something to be viewed as victory and be celebrated

But three defining moments stand out

Moments he'd go as far as to say shadow the aforementioned one

The first is meeting you

This man is known for claiming whatever he wants as his without as much as a second thought

His logic is that he's had to fight for too much in his life that he now deserves to automatically get what he wants no matter the effect it'll have on anyone around him

But with you it was different

He wanted to earn you, your glances, your time, affection, love and future and he wanted to do it in a civil manner

He put himself through a lot till he was able to at least move up from the monster you grimaced at with disgust because you were well aware of his acts

And then through plenty more to find himself in your good graces

But nothing will compare to the struggles he faced until you gave him a firm 'yes' on marrying him - making him the happiest man in the process

And marking the second defining moment in his life

The third probably ranks the highest though: it's the moment he got to hold your first child in his arms mere moments after she was brought into the world

To be with you and to be worthy of your love, Shan Yu had done many changes on himself and cleaned up his act a decent amount

But that moment when he gazed down at the sparkly eyes of his daughter, he damn near fell on his knees and cried because he didn't feel like deserved the happiness bestowed upon him

He didn't feel worthy of you or this beautiful gift you'd given him

But he promised to both you and your daughter that he'd be a better man for you and your little family

And he's a man loyal to the word

He's a dedicated father and a loving husband

He's not without flaws, of course, he's got a long way to go until he can reserve himself a spot in heaven, but he's not aiming for that

Instead, he's perfectly happy with this heaven on earth he has with you and your daughter

He needs no other heaven, when he's already been blessed with his own personal one

[faioula16]

Ratigan, I have a question for you! How’d you know that Y/n was Basils best friend?

Also! That was very kind of you to fix y/ns house!

You were sitting right next to the great crime lord himself, in his new very own pub. The rest of the mice didn't bother him as he took a smoke from his long pipe as the cigarette supported from the end part of the golden item.

Ratigan: Not a very smart question but I suppose I could pass you a hint. Tsk, I checked and reorganized all the files of my little angel's career so far. and I found an old piece of newspaper that confirmed my suspicions. I destroyed it of course. And there is no need to thank me for such a silly matter I wanted to return the favor to my darling savior~, not to you. I suggest you better go, my patients, grow thin the more I am forced to speak with you. You know what happens when someone upsets me...don't you? *Ratigan slowly took out the little bell from the pocket of his vest and was ready to use it while staring deep in your eyes with a sinister grin and eye glim that could give anyone nightmares for weeks. He laughed evilly to himself as you stood up from your seat and made your way quickly out of the pub* Aw I love it when I am nasty~ *He gave out a deep sigh in disappointment* I wish my precious reporter was here with me...

[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

{Maleficent with a s/o who brings home a stray kitten}

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A few words from author: Hi there everyone! Welcome to my newest imagines! ^^

Lately I've been pulled back into my old Disney villain fixation, and so I just couldn't help but create something Disney related - and there's a high chance that Disney villains content will be a part of my page now ^^".

Well anyways, this idea for imagines has been stuck with me for a good while and I really really wanted to write it down- like seriously- and the first villain I chose for these imagines is our fave dark fae Maleficent who I love so so so much (ෆ ^ ﹏^ ෆ⁠).

But no need to worry, I plan on writing this idea with other villains too, so chances are that your fave villains aren't gonna miss out on this scenario ^^.

Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy reading these! :3

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Settings: Written as Romantic focused

Genre: Purely fluffy and wholesome I'd say ^^

!TRIGGER WARNING!: None as far as I can tell!

Sidenote: Reader is written as gender-nonspecified

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Well, that should be all I needed to say, bunny-boos, feel free to read now ^^.

Hope y'all will enjoy~ <3

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♡。This may or may not come as a shocker, but Mal is actually pretty okay with pets.

♡。While it doesn't apply to all kinds of creatures, Mal does, in fact, enjoy the thought of having a little animal companion (like her precious Diablo). But it really depends on what type of animal it is.

♡。When it comes to kitties, you're in great luck, cuz Mal is much more of a cat person than she is a dog person. So, you're getting a free pass for bringing home a kitty as long as the kitten gets along with Diablo. ^^

♡。Though, actually, Mal really likes the idea of you having your own animal companion (like she has Diablo) and so, you probably might even get away with bringing home a pet of the kind that Mal isn't exactly fond of (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾ᵕ＾).

♡。But that's a topic for another day (⁠ ^▽^ ⁠).

♡。Well, as I've already said, Mal has no problem with cats, and she approves of the idea of you having a pet. And what does that mean?

♡。That means that when you bring home the stray kitten with you, you're keeping it without a doouuubt!! \(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)/

♡。Like, Mal doesn't even protest or anything!

♡。She just frighteningly looms over you, watching as you stumble over your words in an attempt to explain why you brought the kitten with, only for her to answer with a simple "Well, alright then, you may keep it."

♡。And you're left standing there all shocked cuz- all of those intimidating glances and intense staring that got you trembling in your boots and then she just gives such plain reaction??

♡。Like- was she just messing with you or what??? And well, the answer is that... yeah, she probably did all that just to mess with you some... but only maybe... one can never really know for sure with Maleficent...

♡。Anyways- now you probably wanna know... how's Mal with the kitten?????

♡。Well, lemme tell you all about that, honey. Lemme pour the tea. (͡⁠°⁠‿⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

♡。So, at first, Maleficent doesn't interact with the kitty much and mostly leaves that sort of thing to you. Not that she'd dislike the kitten, she just needs a moment or two to fully get used to it.

♡。Not to mention that Mal loves watching you interact with the kitty! She just finds it so endearing how you're caring for the little thing, how you're playing with it and gushing over it - It honestly makes her heart go: (⁠༎ຶ﹏ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)♡✧⁠*。(translation: she just melts).

♡。But eventually she does slowly start interacting with the kitten.

♡。Like, when the kitten wobbles up to her and asks for attention, she will acknowledge it and greet it with a: "Why hello there, {kitten's name}".

♡。And! Once Mal has completely warmed up to the kitty, she even kneels down to the kitty and pets it whenever it meows at her for attention! (⁠༎ຶ﹏ ⁠༎ຶ⁠)

♡。Oh, and speaking of the kitty's name, Maleficent respects whatever name you've chosen for the kitten and addresses it by the name. ^^

♡。Though, if the name is something... unusual... let's say something like "Prickles" or "Dirtbag", she might raise an eyebrow at the choice and she might think to herself that if the two of you ever have children, you, honey, are absolutely not getting to name them. Yeah... sorryyy(^▽ ^;⁠)

♡。Anyways! To spill more tea about their interactions! Mal actually may or may not have fallen in love with the kitten, and the kitten loves her just as much - sometimes you may be even wondering if it's your kitten anymore-

♡。Cuz like- once they're through the warming up phase, the kitty follows Maleficent everywhere! (And Mal lets the kitty follow her too)

♡。And it's either because it loves Mal so much, OR it's because of Mal's attire that she drags across the floor! Because the kitty loves to play with the ends of Mal's robes and constantly hops around after her, trying to catch it and tear it apart.

♡。And no, Mal has no issue with that, she actually encourages the kitten's playfulness and she very often kneels down to it and wiggles her long, slim fingers at the kitty to encourage it to play with her while she cackles. It's honestly so heartwarming to witness. <3

♡。Your kitten also likes to sit with Maleficent on her throne. Like, the little thing will come up to her throne, sit down and meow until Mal lets it join her at the throne. And most of the times she does pick it up and set it on the armrest that's currently not being taken by Diablo ( T﹏T).

♡。(Btw, don't worry, the kitten loves you just as much as it loves Maleficent, after all you're the first mama/papa/parent it had, so it's just as clingy with you <3)

♡。And now there's the question - what about Diablo? How does he handle the addition to the family?

♡。Well, at first he wasn't that happy about the kitten since 1. it was a cat, 2. he now had to share you and his mistress with that ball of fur.

♡。He was quite jealous at the beginning, but you and Mal made sure he was getting the same amount of attention and care as the kitten.

♡。And also, just a fun fact, Mal did tease Diablo about being jealous here and there, but only very subtly.

♡。Oh and Diablo did try to peck the kitten once with his beak, and he also did hiss at it and caw to intimidate the kitten a few times (but the kitten honestly gave 0 shits and if anything, it saw it as a game and hissed back and even tried to hit him with its paw).

♡。But then there was that one time when Diablo was getting comfortable on one spot and the kitten chose to bravely snuggle up to him and sleep. And that was it, Diablo was won over right at that moment.

♡。So, now the two are best friends, often found together with the kitty snuggled into Diablo while Diablo is covering it with his wing and looking out for possible dangers/disturbances <3.

♡。And you bet that when the kitty is big enough to handle his weight, Diablo is riding on the kitty's back if he doesn't feel like flying. :'3

♡。Oh and about the kitten and Diablo, both of them love snuggling up into you and napping which is something Maleficent adores to witness ( ^^) <3.

♡。It's just so endearing to find you, Diablo and the kitten all snuggled up together, breathing quietly with comfortable expressions on y'all's faces... One of Mal's favourite past times, in all honesty - AND ALSO, when it's especially cold in her castle, Maleficent likes to cover the three of you with a blanket (∩༎ຶ ﹏༎ຶ∩)~♡.

♡。Y'all are just so sweet and adorable together, I swear ( T﹏T).

♡。And well, I guess that's all I can share with y'all about this topic, folks ^^.

♡。Soooo, to sum it up somehow, you and Mal are a 10/10 couple with one ball of feather and one ball of fur for babies. ^^ <3

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[marinerainbow]

You know what? Screw it. Have some headcannons for:

~Toon Patrol when their S/O gets sick~

Smartass

No offense, but the first time you get sick, he's going to try his best to avoid contact. The way he sees it, he needs to lead his gang. Lord knows what that boogle will do without him to keep them in line, and if he stays around you then the chances of him getting sick will increase.

However, he didn't make Greasy his right-hand man for nothing. Which is what he'll be needed to be reminded of to be convinced to let Greasy take over for a few days (secretly making Wheezy in charge of Greasy to make sure he won't get distracted) and take care of you.

After that hurdle though, Smarty can be a pretty good caretaker I like to think he grows more softer with his S/O, enough where you'd forget he was a criminal. And it shows in how he takes care of you.

He'll make you soup and tea for your sore throat, he'll get you more tissues and leave a waste bin by the bed- which he will insist you stay in while you're sick- so you won't have to worry about leaving a mess. He'll even check your temperature and make sure you take your medicine.

... Don't expect him to stay in bed with you though, at least the first few times. If he gets sick, then you guys will have to repeat this cycle with him, and Hreasy will have to lead the patrol for longer than expected. He'll also be taking medicine himself to try to make sure he doesn't catch what you have.

Though, if you insist, he'll pull up a chair and stay in the bedroom with you. Smartass will try to get you to sleep for your sake and talk as little as possible if you've got a sore throat, but maybe you'll be able to convince him to a nice chat or some card games if you want, "Ok, fine. One more game of Goldfish. But 'affta that, those eyes better be shut."

Later, when you're all better and you are reunited with the other weasels and you're wondering where Smarty learned how to take care of sick people, Stupid will wait until Smartass is out of earshot before he tells you how he used to take care of him when they were little, and it was just them. Smartass learned how to care for you by taking care of his little brother ^^

Greasy

This guy will be quicker to jump on the 'drop everything and take care of S/O' wagon than Smarty.

His boss will be in the middle of giving him a new job and Greasy is just about to accept it, before he hears you cough or sniffle. And his 'S/O needs me' senses will go off immediately.

Literally. He just stands up, walks away from Smarty, and goes to tend to you. His boss is trying to call him back, but Greasy is just like, "Sorry boss. You'd do the same to me."

And Smarty knows, deep down, his friend is right. And he also knows that at this rate nothing will keep Greasy away from you. So he resigns himself to the fact that Wheezy is his new right-hand man for the time being.

Greasy takes care of you as well as Smartass. Though he is a lot more physically affectionationate than his boss is. He'll still kiss your cheek, he'll still hold your hand. And if you're the type who gets clingy when sick, then he will be more than happy with it. He likes it really.

He is still the handsy one though, so expect some kind of touching. He can't help himself. He'll claim he's just trying to massage your aching muscles, and that's kind of true... But you know that's not the only thing on his mind.

Also all too happy to help you bathe if you need him to.

The most likely to get sick after you because of this. Greasy wont regret it though.

Wheezy

Despite his own unhealthy habit, Wheezy can be a decent caretaker too... Just be sure to remind him to keep the smoking away from you and your already clogged up sinuses.

Out of the whole Toon Patrol, he's the best at making soup. The others definitely borrow his recipe when needed. You will definitely be getting good soup while you're sick with him.

He knows he has a job to do, so he can't be with you 24/7. But he'll always let you know if he has to go, and give you an approximate time of when he'll be back if he can. He'll use this opportunity to buy you any medicine or comfort you need.

He'll also be the most willing to leave you alone if that's what you need. All the others either get too clingy, worry too much about you, or both, "Ok sweetheart. I'll be out in the livin' room if 'ya need me. Just give me a holler."

He knows it can be difficult to fall asleep, so he'll try to help lull you to sleep with your favorite book or movie.

If reading or watching a screen gives you a headache, he'll just pull out his dad jokes and wood carving to entertain you until you fall asleep.

Psycho

Unlike the others, he doesn't need you to tell him if you're sick. It's like he can smell it on you.

The two of you can wake up in bed together, you may be feeling fine at that moment and are about to get up to get ready for the day. But Psycho will grab you by the arm before you can, give you one long look, before saying, "You caught something. Stay in bed."

And of course, you wind up feeling sick as a dog. And this little shit is just all smug in that 'I told you so' way.

He... Does not know what he's doing. But he's trying! And he'll get better the longer the two of you are together. Just don't ask him to cook you anything without supervision... Oh well, he can just ask Wheezy for help on the soup.

Psycho is actually the one with the strongest immune system of the whole group. He gets into all kinds of things he's not supposed to, I wouldn't be surprised if his immune system grew stronger because of it. As such, he has zero qualms with snuggling up to you in bed ^^

Unlike Wheezy, he will stay with you 24/7. He'll curl up around you in bed and he'll even follow you to the bathroom (will stay outside the door if you tell him to though). If you ask him to get you something, he will dash off so he can be back by your side as soon as possible.

He'll even make you a den with blankets for comfort and extra privacy. He'll just grab all the textiles he can find around the house and pile them around you two.

He'll also snag a boardgame or two for you guys as entertainment. He will also happily draw in bed with you and tell you his thought process or the story behind it in placement of watching a movie.

Stupid

Unlike the others, who can tell just by noticing your symptoms, you might have to verbally tell Stupid that you're sick. Either that or it'll have to be obvious you're sick, like you can barely walk and look chalky.

After years of being taken care of by his brother, Stupid is also an amazing caretaker. Not to mention he's the cuddliest of all the weasels; he's perfect for sick snuggles, "Daw, it'll be ok! You'll be better in no time!"

He'll totally bake you soft bread to go with your soup so you can have some kind of solid. It can be as sweet or sour as you want it to be.

Will still ask Smartass for advice if he's stuck on what to do.

He can't read, but he'll grab a picture book so you both can look it over together! Or bring the radio in and you guys can listen to music or sports together ^^

Stupid is the one who'll be ok with you getting out of bed the most. If you want to walk around, and you're well enough to do it, he won't stop you. He's trying to be sweet, though others may take that as him being clueless.

Will carry you everywhere if you're too weak to walk though. Trust me, he's got you covered.

And that's that. I hope you like these! Any questions you guys have I'll be more than happy to answer ^^

[glambots]

Funny thing I found out

Apparently at some point if you were being chased by Moon but went into any of the bathrooms he either wouldn’t follow you or more likely couldn’t due to some sort of error.

I mainly find this funny because I imagine it’s some sort of caretaker thing where he might be trying to kill put the kid to sleep but he at least has the decency to wait outside until they’re done.

He makes Gregory wash his hands before dragging him back to the daycare-

Osjdjdbxhhx, it's like that scene of Sully waiting for Boo outside the bathroom stall. (Now imagine that whole thing with Freddy.)

[subukunojess]

@warmandfluffybingocards​

Title: The Pumpkin Scramble 

Prompt: Visit to a Pumpkin Patch 

Fandom(s): Disney’s Villainous, Nightmare Before Christmas

Main Character: Shelley Marie

Content Warning: Brief scene of Spiders, a child’s imagination and wonder, Oogie scaring a kid, fluff: Halloween Edition

Word Count: 1,312

Summary: Oogie Boogie and Shelley Marie search for pumpkins in a pumpkin patch. 

Excerpt: 

Without turning around, Shelley frowned and tapped her foot to the ground, placing her hands on her hips. "Oogie, what did we say about scaring other kids without asking?"

"What?" Oogie threw his hands in disbelief. "We saw the pumpkin first and I ain't giving it up! It's perfect! Can't you imagine my face carved into this thing and spiders crawling out when people get too close?"

Here’s another entry to the Warm and Fluffy Bingo! As soon as I saw “Visit to a Pumpkin Patch”, I knew I wanted to write something with Shelley Marie and Oogie Boogie. There are more Shelley Marie fics from me in the future, some of them involving her and her Found Disney Villain family. I wish we had more content of her. Also in this fic are little headcanons about Oogie sprinkled in. 

I hope you all enjoy this one and that more fics will come at my own pace!

[dilatorywriting]

Heroes vs. Villains : Diasomnia [Part 3]

Gender Neutral Reader x Diasomnia vs. Prince Stefan Word Count: 3.0k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. Diasomnia Version

ie. Apparently even Crowned Princes aren’t safe from being chastised by their Grandmothers. And all the while, Prince Stefan treats you to a surprisingly heartfelt monologue.

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3]

Lilia herded you back into the castle with a look on his face that was not dissimilar to an aging mother who needed either a really strong bottle of wine or an even stronger exorcist.

Not long after the start of the thundering downpour, there had been a strange toll of bells. They were heavy, old. And the sour look on Malleus’s face had only shriveled up all the tighter upon hearing it. People had hurriedly begun to disperse at the sound, muttering (excitably? Nervously? You couldn’t tell) as they went. And that was when Lilia had bodily hauled you back inside, with the aforementioned aggrieved expression.

“…Is everything alright?” you asked, because you felt like it needed asking. Even if the answer was obvious.

Lilia smiled and it looked more like a civil baring of teeth. “Of course it is. Malleus is just in for a bit of a pep talk, I think.”

“From you?” you frowned, confused.

“Oh, dear me, no,” Lilia laughed. “From his grandmother.”

“His grandmother,” you repeated, and Lilia nodded. “Like, the current Queen of Briar Valley Grandmother.” Another nod.

Uh-oh.

“He’s not… in a lot of trouble or anything, is he?” you pressed, concerned.

Lilia sighed again, long suffering. “One could only hope. But, alas, she dotes on him terribly.” A pause then, as he tapped a pointed, black, nail against his chin. “And I suppose in comparison to some of his tantrums growing up, a tsunami is rather tame. He froze the entire castle one evening when his grandmother was too busy to attend dinner. Has he told you that before?”

“He what?” you gawked.

The grin playing at Lilia’s lips had softened into something begrudgingly fond. “Mmm. He was certainly an unruly toddler.”

And with that little tidbit of marginally terrifying new knowledge to tuck away, Lilia left you to your soggy devices. You managed to wring an entire bucket’s worth of water out of your jacket before deciding it was a lost cause and dumping it in the bathtub. It landed against the tile with a sad, wet, plap. You’d already gone through all the towels in your little ensuite in an attempt to mop up the mucky trail you’d left throughout the room, but you were still wet and cold.

You headed back into your bedroom, determined to just dive under the fluffy duvet and camp out until you’d stopped shivering. But then, there by the doorway was another pile of fresh towels. You picked at the top one curiously and it was warm—perfectly toasty and nearly steaming beneath your chilled fingers. The wet outlines left by your hands melted back into pleasantly dry softness nearly the very moment you’d even touched the fabric. You whipped the towel around, absolutely gob smacked yet again by the simple wonders of magic.

With your new supernatural squeegee at your side, you were dry and cozy within minutes. You weren’t sure who exactly had deposited these wonderful gifts at your door, but you thought back to Lilia and his dripping, wet-cat, misery and decided that he would probably appreciate one. And Silver. Sebek too, probably. And even then, the pile was massive. You could likely just go about handing them out to every drenched person you could find and there would still be more left. And also maybe it was kind of an excuse so that you’d have a chance to properly explore a super cool castle without Sebek breathing irritably down your neck.

So you hauled the neatly constructed tower of fluff into your arms and began your newest adventure.

Your trio of friends turned out to be very hard to find (and Malleus wasn’t even being counted in that to begin with, because if he was being sequestered off with his grandmother, that was just a lost cause). You did, however, very quicky stumble upon another familiar, damp, face huddled away in an otherwise empty corner.

“Hello,” Prince Stefan greeted cheerily, despite the fact that he looked like he’d been drowned.

“…hello,” you returned, trying not to stare too pointedly at the ever-growing puddle beneath his boots. “I didn’t realize you were staying in the castle too.”

“I’m technically a ‘special guest,’” he said, flapping his hand about lacklusterly. “Royalty, and all. So I was offered a suite here when I arrived.”

You frowned, perplexed. “Then why are you sitting in the hallway?”

“I was dripping all over the carpet,” he explained, a bit less cheerfully now. “And the bed. And, well, everything.”

“You could just change,” you sighed and moved to hand him one of the enchanted towels from your stack.

But the moment the fabric swayed into his little, personal, bubble, it darkened under an invisible spray of water and was immediately soaked through and cold. You could feel the icy slush running down your fingers to drip along the stone floor. Your eyebrows shot up your forehead and Stefan shrugged.

“See my problem?”

“Wow,” you whistled, low. This wasn’t just your average, everyday pettiness. This was advanced pettiness. At least he wasn’t frozen to the floor or something, you mused unhelpfully.

“It’s at least a little bit my fault,” he grinned, wry, and reached out to tweak one of the curling, dark, bits of thorns that you hadn’t quite managed to detangle from your hair. A drop of water fell from his finger to plunk against the tip of your nose. “Have you ever heard the story of the Sleeping Princess?” he asked and you blinked owlishly, thrown by the sudden shift in topic.

“Not since I’ve been here,” you told him honestly. Most of the fairytales from your youth back in Generic-Non-Magical-Origin-World had a, uh, slightly different tone than the one’s you’d been treated to here. And you weren’t sure just how far the hero worship of characters you’d only ever known as villains extended beyond the hallowed halls of Night Raven. “But I know the gist of it.”

“There’s all different versions out there at this point,” Stefan hummed. “And I don’t think anyone really knows how much of it is real or how much has just changed over time. But the point being…” he huffed, brow pinching a bit. “One part that stays the same no matter who’s telling it is that, at the end, the Prince and the Dragon always fight each other without fail. Sometimes the Prince wins, and a lot of times the Dragon just swallows him whole. But either way, they always fight.”

He let out a great, big, gust of a sigh and his head fell back to rest against the wall with a soft thump.

“A lot of people say that my family is descended from that Prince—from a long line of dragon slayers, and heroes. And even more people look at the Thorn Fairy, and then at the Draconia line and all their horns, and scales, and whatever… I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s not that hard to put two-and-two together, and that two-and-two adds up to ‘oh wow, our families are just destined to hate each other, aren’t they?’” he bemoaned.

“I mean,” you frowned, “it’s not like you’re actually here to try and duke it out with Malleus or anything, right? You guys don’t have to fight each other,” you said, firm. “This is real life, not a story. You can make your own choices about how you’d like to treat each other.”

“I know that,” he grumbled, dejected. “It’s just—I know that it’s taken a really long time for our Houses to be on even semi-decent terms with one another, and…” He groaned and dug the heels of his palms into his eyes. “And now I might have gone and wrecked all of that. And I’m probably going to wind up getting eaten by a dragon. And even if I live through all of that, my mother’s still going to kill me, because I wasn’t even supposed to be here to begin with! Great. What a day.”

You patted his shoulder sympathetically.

“If it helps,” you reassured, “I don’t think Tsunotarou would actually eat you.”

“Maybe,” he mused, expression scrunching in thought. “I’d probably taste terrible. It wouldn’t be worth picking me out of his teeth…” He paused, that contemplative look still tugging at his face. And then his hazel eyes shot open wide and he swiveled on you with his jaw nearly hanging off his face. “Tsunotarou?!”

“Uh,” you said, like a perfectly well-spoken and intelligent human being.

The stern line of Stefan’s mouth wobbled and then he burst out into raucous laughter. His shaking shoulders splattered droplets of rainwater all over the wall, the floor, you. After taking a long moment to nearly giggle himself into an early grave, he rose back his full height and wiped at his eyes.

“Man,” he chuckled into his palm, “I really know how to pick ‘em, huh?”

“Huh?” you echoed back, confused, and he reached out to jovially pat you on the back.

“Ignore me! But, anyways. Why don’t I escort you back to your Horned Prince now, hmm?” he offered, something bright and amused dancing in his eyes. “I bet no one’s showed you where to find the Royal Chambers, or any of the rooms they use for private audiences and stuff like that. If those bells earlier were anything to go by, that’s where he’ll be.”

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Malleus was slipping out from behind a set of heavy, black, double doors just as you approached. The puckered pout on his face had relaxed into an expression that wasn’t quite solemn, but certainly quiet—thoughtful. At the very least, there wasn’t a literal storm cloud brewing over his head anymore, so you assumed he hadn’t been chewed out too terribly.

He looked up as you made your way down the hall, and the fae’s neon glare locked onto Stefan with all the subtly of a fighter jet. But he didn’t snarl or curse the two of you out of existence, so that was a good sign at least. There was only the faintest stirring of a rumble somewhere distant, and it settled back into silence quickly enough.

“Briar Prince,” Stefan called, before Malleus could speak up. The brunette ducked forward into a gentle bow, hand raised politely to his chest. “It’s good to see you’re feeling yourself again. I thought I’d do you the kindness of returning your friend to you—I know that castle halls can be tricky to navigate without a bit of assistance.”

Malleus hummed low in his throat, the skin around his eyes drawn tight with obvious suspicion. A thick, wet, trickle of rain dripped from Stefan’s fringe to plop loudly against the floor. He straightened, that familiar, bright, smile dancing across his mouth.

“And I apologize if I caused you any offense,” Stefan continued, genuine warmth suffusing the sentiment. “I can assure you, it wasn’t done with any malicious intent.”

“…Your apologies are appreciated but not entirely warranted,” Malleus responded stiffly after a moment. There was a bit of a grumpy slouch to him, like a child being forced to apologize in front of the class for pushing another kid around at recess. “I have been dutifully informed that if I expect others to meet my own expectations of a situation, then I must be more forthright about those intentions to begin with. And moreover, my reaction may have been a bit… severe.”

A driblet of wet slush fell from Stefan’s coat with an impossibly heavy splat.

“Water under the bridge,” he laughed merrily. The Prince watched, expectantly, like he was waiting for the moment that the pun would sink in. But Malleus merely blinked back at him, reptilian and slow. His smile drooped a bit before he shook himself back into joviality. “Anyways, I should go and try to dry off again. Before I ruin any more of your upholstery.”

“Do indeed,” Malleus droned. Something small and smoky sparked across his fingers almost faster than you could see, before vanishing just as quickly.

The dragon fae’s stiff-lipped glower followed Prince Stefan until he had rounded the corner and disappeared from sight—the brunette looking perhaps just a bit less drowned than he had before.

“Well,” you hummed after a minute or two of awkward silence, rocking back and forth on your heels. “If that’s all sorted, it’s still technically the Festival, isn’t it? What should we do? I’m yours for the evening.”

Malleus rested his knuckles against his chin, and looked to be deep in thought—like you’d asked him to explain the meaning of life and not just if he wanted to wander around with you looking at vendor stalls. He stood and pondered for so long that you started to grow antsy, hands twisting at your sides. You were just about to interrupt his meandering thoughts to tell him not to worry about it when his eyes slipped back open and drifted down the smooth, black, leather covering his palm. You weren’t sure what he was seeing there exactly that was so riveting, but there was a bit of a stain there—brushing up along the otherwise pristine glove and stretching just to the edges of his wrist. His brow pinched and he frowned.

“Come,” he said finally, with no other indications as to what the fuck could possibly be swirling around in his head, and offered you his arm.

You took it dutifully and followed him through the cavernous halls of his castle. It was quiet, peaceful, and you tried not to openly gape like an uncultured plebian at the endless stretches of ancient artworks, and weapons, and architecture.

“Do you recall the birthday cards I mentioned that my Grandmother has delivered to me each year?” Malleus asked as you came to a stop by a small enclave, at the end of which stood a thin, glass-framed, doorway—like something you might see in a greenhouse.

You nodded. “You said she sends you seeds with them. Roses?”

He hummed, a tiny smile quirking his lips. “Precisely.”

The fae Prince pushed open the opalescent door and your jaw nearly fell to the floor.

You’d witnessed your fair share of magical marvels at this point, but the Rose Garden beyond that threshold was a wonder that took your breath away. You could call it overgrown, but that would be an understatement—not to mention imply a level of neglect that was entirely erroneous. Each bush was flawlessly groomed and tended to, sprouting higher and wider than you were tall. The entire garden was full to bursting. An endless sea of flowers crowded the grounds, the stone walls. They crawled up dozens of intricate, black, arches and curled along the edges of neatly swept paths. It made Heartslabyul’s grandiose maze look like a mowed lawn.

“Commonfolk are always so bizarrely intrigued by the notion of creating ties to their rulers. Holidays, parties, festivals…” Malleus mused as he led you through the blooms. “My Grandmother thought it would be fitting—if there was an aspect of myself that ought to be celebrated by the masses, it may as well be my roses.” His lips curved into a pointed smirk. “I’ve been told it’s one of my more palatable interests.”

“This is amazing,” you finally managed to blubber out—terrified to touch and accidentally maim any of the crimson petals, but also desperate to reach out and try. They looked so invitingly delicate.

“I’m glad you like it,” Malleus smiled. “I do miss it terribly when we’re at school. I’ve been eager to show it to you.” He paused at the heart of the garden and glanced around with a stern sort of determination. “Each year I choose the loveliest of them to preserve—a bit of a tradition with the Festival.” His lips ticked down at the corners. “Unfortunately, the rose I selected earlier seems to… not have been long for this world.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, thinking back to the singed curtains and sea of ash climbing the foyer wall. And then—“Wait. Are you telling me that those preparations—the eight hours you were gone—you were just picking a flower?”

His mouth twisted into a pout. “There are a lot to choose from. Often the process takes days, but I was trying to hurry for your sake. I know that I don’t have as much time to spend with you as I would often like, and I would prefer to waste as little of it as I can.”

You opened your mouth to respond (with what, who even knew) and closed it again. Something warm and bubbly worked its way through your stomach and along your cheeks.

“…okay,” you squeaked after a moment, and then cleared your throat. Your ears were burning. “So you just—you need to pick another one then, right?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “And I was hoping you might assist me.”

“You said you preserve the roses you choose,” you said after a quiet moment, fighting the urge to fidget with your fingers. “Like, forever? Forever, forever?”

“As long as forever can be, I suppose,” Malleus hummed, looking entirely unbothered by the weighty concept of eternity.

“Oh,” you murmured, reaching out to trail a careful finger along one of the immaculately groomed bushes. “…I mean, that’s a bit of a tall order for a human then, isn’t it? Trying to find something good enough to keep for all time.”

Malleus turned on you then with one of those rare smiles that was small and crooked—the one that never looked quite right on his face but still managed to somehow soften the sharp, reptilian, angles of his expression into something warm. He reached out towards the rose sitting beside your curious fingers and plucked it at the stem. He leaned forward slowly, gingerly, and tucked it behind your ear with a fondness the belied dozens of things left unsaid, and dozens more that you were too flustered to even begin to consider. That little smile widened until the points of his canines were just peeking out over his lip and he hummed, content.

“I’m sure you’ll manage.”

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