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magicalmadrigals · 2 years

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A Difference to Celebrate

“All I can think about is poor Alma. She must be so embarrassed.”

“And what about Julieta and Agustin? They must be so disappointed in her.”

“She has always struck me as rather odd, to be completely honest, I mean look at their other two! Isabela has always been so beautiful and Luisa so helpful. Every time I see her, she just seems to be standing there. She looks so weird.”

Julieta blinked back the tears in her eyes as she set the plate in her hand down on the table and glanced across the square at her baby. Mira was still in the shade, drinking her zumo de naranja and having fun with her toys, and knowing she was unable to hear the comments being made brought her the slightest comfort. Not that long ago, she had been sat at her feet with her teddies and the thought of her hearing a word of what was being said truly made her seethe.

These were grown women, for goodness sake.

Women who had children of their own, she knew, because she had healed them!

It astounded her that they had the audacity to stand there, mere feet away from her, and talk about her daughter in such a manner. Especially since there was no doubt in her mind that the three of them had spotted her playing in the shade.

Deep down, she had known this would happen.

It would have been foolish on her part to think people would keep their opinions to themselves and no one would talk about what happened at the ceremony. She and Gus had told each other that night that they needed to prepare to hear things that would hurt them, but they had been certain people would drop the subject soon enough and move on to gossiping about something else as usual.

Almost a fortnight had passed now though, a full two weeks, and it was still a very big topic of conversation for some of those in Encanto. Some were easier to listen to than others because most people felt for Mira and would request she give her their love when she saw her, but there were a handful that were so cruel and would say the worst things about her baby. It was so hard for her to hear.

She had succeeded in biting her tongue and keeping herself from storming over to said ones up ‘til now, knowing it would do no good, but there was a limit to how much she would stand and take and she had just been pushed right past it.

Setting the plate in her hand down on the table once she was sure no one else was coming, at least for the time being, she took a breath and ran her hands down the front of her apron before turning and making her way over to the little group of women. It was clear when one of the three saw her coming because they shut up and turned, giving her the most ingenuine smiles she’d ever seen.

It would have made her laugh if she weren’t so furious.

“Ay, Juli, we were just talking about...”

“You have no need to tell me what you were talking about because I heard.”

“Then you’ll would have heard that-”

“I’ll tell you what I heard, shall I?” She cut in, crossing her arms as she looked at the three of them with disdain. “I heard you standing here, in the open, giving your opinión - your very unwanted and unwarranted opinión, I might add - of my hija. What was it that you were saying? You think she’s odd and just because she, for some reason, didn’t get her gift, she is inferior to her hermanas? I don’t require your opinión of her, Isabela or Luisa for that matter, muchas gracias.”

All the women could do for a time was stare at her with gaping mouths.

None of them had ever seen this side of her before, she knew that, but she was not about to be calm and collected with them when they had the nerve to speak down about one of her daughters and about all three of them as though they had more of an understanding of them than her. They were hers, for crying out loud!

“I think you might have mis-”

She scoffed, causing them to fall quiet again. “I do not care what you think and I think you’ll find I did not misinterpret a word of what any of you said,” She told them. “I think you should count yourselves afortunada that I was the one to hear you say it and not mi esposo because this is calm compared to how he would have responded. If you want my consejo, though I doubt any of you are going to take it, worry about your own children and allow me to worry about mine. Si?”

“Si...” Was the only response the women gave her.

Shaking her head at them, she turned and walked away since she had a feeling there was no point in waiting for them to apologise. She was more concerned about packing up, grabbing her daughter and getting home before her afternoon had the chance to get even worse.

It took her little time to clear the table and put the uneaten buñuelos and arepas in her basket, knowing her husband or one of the children would devour them later on, and when she turned to see her pequeña princesa running towards her she felt her spirits lift. She was as jovial as ever, the biggest smile on her face, and it was so infectious she failed not to smile too as she crouched down a little.

She wrapped her arms tight around her when she ran into her arms, potentially a bit too tight, and buried her face in the mass of dark curls on her head when her vision became blurred with tears. Her all upset was the last thing she wanted her seeing. “Hola, mi mariposa,” She sighed, kissing her crown. “Had a good time?”

“Si!” Mira nodded. “Can we go home now though, mamí? I’m a bit hambrienta.”

“Of course,” She breathed a sigh of relief before taking an arm from around her and hooking the handle of the basket on it, she and her sweet girl sharing a smile when she picked her up and got back to her feet. “Let’s get back home...”

A hand on her back made her jump out of her skin when she was sat at the table in the kitchen in the early hours of the next morning, head in hands, and she looked up to see Gus standing there with a concerned look in his eyes. ��Amor, I thought you came to bed hours ago,” He said in a gentle voice. “I was sure.”

“No, I did,” She told him. “I couldn’t sleep though, so I thought to come down.”

Rubbing tender circles onto her upper back for a time, he was certain something was wrong when he looked at her hands on the table and saw she was playing with her wedding ring. She only ever did that if she felt anxious or upset and was attempting to conceal it from him, one of the many things he had learned about her over the years, so he pulled out the chair at her side and sat down in silence.

He wanted her to tell him in her own time.

He never wanted to rush her when she was struggling, so he sat and he waited.

“I have no idea why people have to be so cruel, especially about a child,” Came her barely audible whisper several long minutes later, causing him to reach out and rest a hand over hers to keep them from shaking. “I hear things when I heal in the square. People are still going on about that stupid ceremony and I...I just worry this is something that is going to follow Mira around for the rest of her life.”

His brows knitted together. “What happened this afternoon?”

“I was standing at the table, waiting to see if anyone else was coming or if it was okay for me to pack up, and I overheard Claudia talking with Maria and Sandra. She said mama must be embarrassed by what happened and Maria said that we must be disappointed in Mirabel, but it was what Sandra said that upset me the most. She said she always thought she was odd and that...that Isa and Luisa are so much better than her. She said she looks weird, always standing beside us.”

“I would have given them a piece of my mind if I had been there,” He seethed as he brushed his thumb tenderly against her knee. “I know you used to consider them your amigas, but I was never fond of them because they only ever seem to be making trouble or gossiping about something or other they heard recently.”

She was quiet for a second. “Do you think...”

“No, I never have and I never will think anything of the sort.” He cut her off.

“But I carried her,” She met his gaze at last. “Surely, it’s a possibility.”

“Si, but by that logic wouldn’t it make more sense to say that I caused it because I was born outside the familia? I’m the normal one, though I’m not certain that’s the right term to use, so surely I would be the one to blame for this and not you.”

“Ay, Agustín, what are we going to do?”

Reaching up to brush a fallen curl behind her ear, he moved closer to her on his chair and went back to rubbing her back. “I doubt there’s anything we can do, but I would never want to change a thing about her anyway. It makes her unique, being gift-less, and I think her uniqueness is something we need to celebrate, not try and change. She is perfecto just like this, but I don’t need to tell you that.”

“No,” She sighed as a soft smile appeared on her face. “How do you do that?”

“Hmm? How do I do what?” He asked, confused.

She turned in her chair, letting her legs hang over the edge of it, and laid a hand on the side of his neck so she could brush her thumb against his cheek. “For as long as I have known you, which is a very long time, you have always known the right thing to say at times like this. I love that about you, but how do you do it?”

“You should know a magician never reveals his misterios.”

“Si, but you are no magician as far as I am aware, so out with it.”

Chuckling, he leaned in to steal a kiss. “I have no idea, really, that’s the answer. I suppose I just know you so well now that I know how you need me to be when you feel like this. Sometimes, you need me to be an idiot to make you laugh and sometimes, like tonight, you need me to be serious because this is important.”

She hummed. “I guess that makes sense. What would I do without you?”

“Not have to heal bee-stings every day, have more food, have an easier life...”

“Agustín...”

“You would spend the rest of the night down here,” He teased before rising from his chair and taking her hands in his, making her do the same. “But, thankfully for you, you have me and I’m taking you upstairs so you finally get some sleep.”

Letting him lead her from the kitchen by the hand, she sighed. “You are an idiot.”

“Oh, I know, but I’m your idiot which means I am okay with that.” He teased.

“You are, mi vida,” She assured him. “You most certainly, certainly are...”

#julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #young mirabel madrigal #julieta x agustin #agustin x julieta #julistin #julieta and agustin #julieta and agustin madrigal #encanto #encanto fic #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #disney encanto #disney fic #disney fanfic #disney fanfictio #family fluff #domestic fluff

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tbhwynter · 1 year

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Brady, Brady, Brady.

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He can never sit still. Tapping on tables, bouncing his knees, always moving in some way. It almost seems as if he has a constant chill running up and down his spine. Even when he and his partners are laying down together, watching a movie. He’s either running his fingers up and down Mack’s arms, hands playing with Lela’s jet-black hair, or rubbing Tanner’s hands with his thumb.

Well, today he was burdened with the task of staying home alone, all by himself. Nobody to talk to, and nothing to do except chores. No one likes chores. But with not a thing to do and a random burst of productivity, chores seem like a blessing. It kept him occupied. Entertained. More importantly, it kept him moving.

The blond completed multiple tasks which included; vacuuming the entire first and second floor, washing the dishes, putting away the dishes, doing four loads of laundry, then switching said loads of laundry into the dryer, and tidying up his bedroom. Sure, he should’ve studied for his calculus quiz that was tomorrow, but his mind was being flooded with other thoughts.

Just as he was finishing making his bed, a voice came from down stairs.

“Brady? I’m home!” Mack called out, the sound of the front door closing following shortly after. Immediately, the male rushed down the stairs hurriedly to greet his girlfriend. He ran to her as a dog does to its owner and pulled her into his grasp.

“Careful, careful! You’re crushing the grocery bags,” She laughed softly, waiting for him to loosen his hold. The brunette knew how worked up he always was, it was something she quickly picked up when the pair first met on the beach. After observing for a while, she learned what caused him to be hyper and what calmed him down.

“Right— sorry. How was your day? Where did you go shopping? Did you find anything good?” He began to spitball questions at her, speaking at a rapid pace with a dorky grin plastered on his face. His heart was fluttering in his chest while he held his hands together in front of his torso. He tapped the tips of his fingertips together, slightly rocking side to side.

“Honey I need you to slow down a bit, alright?” She replied, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek. Just like that, every unnecessary thought had been wiped from his mind. The chills had been warmed by her touch and replaced with a loving sensation that he couldn't even begin to explain. One of the many ways she made him feel. Another reason why he loved her. It seemed as if she was magic to him, always knowing what to do and when to do it.

The taller nodded as a response, taking a step back.

“Now how why don’t you help me unload these bags and we can talk while we do so.”

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elladcat · 1 year

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●Evil Queen x Yandere!Servant!Reader Fluff●

Note: I also posted this on wattpad, my account is EllaDCat, please go check that out if you're interested!

Warning: yandere tendencies, blood/gore, violence, mention of death, murder, etc.

Summary: You're her most trusted servant who believes that she is the most beautiful unlike any other. One day, she orders you to lure in and kill the princess, and you oblige to do so.

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[Y/n POV]

No one could ever love the queen more than I do. Unlike them, I deeply adore and respect her, especially her utmost beauty which she takes the most pride in.

Ever since she became the new queen after the former queen died, I started to fall in love with her and pledged my loyalty to her and only her. I wish for nothing more than to be used and praised by her.

Growing up, I used to be a peasant without knowing what my future held in store for me, until I was offered a job as a servant for the royal family. However, it did not make me feel as happy as I thought. Instead, it felt so dull and uneventful despite my decent pay and such.

But when Queen Grimhilde married the king and became the new queen, I felt like I had a real purpose in life. It seemed like she had given me a reason for my dull existence, and I am forever grateful to her for giving me one.

Her Majesty, who had seen my loyalty towards her, was quite pleased and would like me to be her personal servant, to which I agreed, of course. She would talk about things, and I would listen to her while accompanying her, even complimenting her graceful looks just to see her beautiful smile.

Her beautiful smile...

No matter what happens, I will not let any disgusting barbarians harm her or taint her graceful looks. I will forever follow her until the end of our time.

This morning, Her Majesty has called upon me, and I shall go without hesitation.

I entered the throne room and knelt before Her Highness. She takes a seat with such grace and confidence as she always has.

Y/n: "What do you wish to speak to me, Your Highness?"

Evil Queen: "My dear faithful servant, I have a task for you that needs to be rid of."

I raise my head to look at my queen with a determined gaze. I knew what she meant - if someone had offended her or insulted her looks, she would summon me to silence them, and I would comply.

It didn't bother me because I had poisoned the king and lied to everyone that he had passed away due to sickness and old age, and I was ordered by her. And it angered me that someone would dare to speak up of my queen's name and beauty.

Y/n: "State their name and I will happily take the task."

Evil Queen: "It is my stepdaughter, Snow White, who needs to be rid of. You will take her far into the forest and find a secluded glade where she can pick wildflowers for her late parents. Then you will kill her!"

I wasn't fazed by her words of wanting me to kill the princess. I don't care much about Snow White despite her kind nature; I'm still loyal to the queen, and if she asks me to end her life, then I will gladly do so.

I'm quite aware that she deeply loathed her stepdaughter's beauty and how much she despises her for it, and I, of course, tell her that she will always be the most beautiful woman than any other women I've ever met.

Y/n: "Yes, of course, Your Highness. I will do my best."

Queen Grimhilde smiled at my words.

Evil Queen: "Good. Bring back her heart in this, my dear faithful servant."

She brought out a box for me to take it, and I accepted it and left the throne room to do my task. I will not fail my queen.

I am taking the princess to the forest away from civilization by horseback riding. Once we're there, she will be collecting flowers for her late parents while I stay behind, standing near a tree and watching her silently.

Snow White picks up every piece of colorful flower she can find while humming a song, unaware that her fate will be cut short soon.

I look around the area to see if anyone is nearby. Fortunately, no one is there to witness me do the horrible deed. I stealthily walk up behind her, slowly taking my dagger out as the princess is being distracted by a juvenile blue bird, unaware of my presence.

Just as she says goodbye to it, she turns and notices me raising my dagger. She tries to scream, but I quickly cover her mouth and plunge the dagger deep into her abdomen.

Her once beautiful blue dress is now painted red as I continue to stab her body until she is no longer moving.

I stare down at the now deceased princess who lies with her own blood. Her blood paints the forest floor and the wildflowers. Even her blood manages to land on my right cheek as I clean it off with my gloved hand.

My eyes shift to the bloody dagger in my hand, then shift back to her corpse.

I am a bit saddened that I had to take her life away, but what's done is done, and I don't want to disappoint my queen's orders.

But at least she will be reunited with her family in the afterlife, for she is too kind and pure-hearted to learn that the world is cruel. People like me are cruel and selfish, and the prince whom she met with is no different either. I do not trust him.

I began to harvest her heart with my dagger and placed it inside the box. All I need to do now is to hide her and the evidence, and fortunately, I'm really good at it. That way, no one will know what happened to her as I ride back to the castle.

Her death will be passed off as nothing more than sickness tomorrow.

I entered the throne room and knelt down, raising the box to show her that I have succeeded in my task.

Y/n: "Here is the heart of Snow White that you wished for, Your Highness."

Queen Grimhilde smiled as she rose from her throne and walked towards me gracefully. She grabbed the box from my hands and placed her hand on my head, caressing my hair as she spoke.

Evil Queen: "Thank you, my dear faithful servant."

After hearing that, I smile up at her.

Y/n: "Of course, it is my duty to serve you, Your Highness."

She nodded and gestured with her hand for me to rise up and follow her behind. We went to another room where the Magic Mirror is.

She showed the box to it and spoke.

Evil Queen: "Magic Mirror on the wall, who is now the fairest one of all?"

Magic Mirror: "Snow White is the fairest one of all, for even in death, she remains the most beautiful one of all."

I gasp silently when she throws the box towards the mirror, shattering it into pieces. Queen Grimhilde glares at the now broken mirror, with hatred and rage filling her eyes as her hands fold into fists while she grits her teeth in frustration.

Evil Queen: "Even when she's gone, I'm still not as beautiful as her..."

I went up beside her and told her this.

Y/n: "Do not listen to what that mirror said, Your Highness. Even if what it said was true, it did not hold true for me, for I have always believed that you're the most beautiful one among the rest."

I gave her a smile and waited for her to respond. Queen Grimhilde turned to look at me in silence, and she too smiled at my words.

Evil Queen: "I am glad that I have you, my dear faithful servant."

At least, in her mind, there is someone who believes what she always believes - herself to be the most beautiful one of all.

[The End]

#evil queen x reader #disney fic #disney #yandere #blood/gore #tw murder #character death #death mention tw #fluff #evil queen #snow white #violence

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nooowestayandgetcaught · 10 months

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Can We Kiss?

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Fandom: Mickey Mouse & Donald Duck Fandoms (Disney)

Rating: G

Summary: For 'What Makes You Happy! Day... Minnie would like to ask Daisy something.

@flashfictionfridayofficial

From the Up Slide, Daisy twirls onto the grass, quacking merrily.

Her purple bow also dizzily twirls.

She smooths out her feathers, waving to an already waving Minnie holding open Daisy's chair for her in the gardens.

"Yoo-hoo!"

If anyone should want to know, and Minnie hopes so…

This is her favorite time of year.

Even since they've learned about 'What Makes You Happy!' Day existing, she and Daisy wander from the fanfare and festivities, choosing to spent time with each other. A private little spot in the backyard of the Clubhouse. Afternoon tea with chamomile and tiers of treats.

Daisy prefers egg salad sandwiches over smoked salmon. Minnie blissfully bites into her cucumber cream cheese, dabbing her lips off.

When they're glooping raspberry jam onto their dessert plates…

Minnie looks up, giggling.

"Can I ask to borrow something from you, Daisy?"

"Sure you can! What is it?" Daisy straightens up, immediately nosy. "Is it my hairbrush? My iguana? Oh! Is it my old fur coat from the 1940s?"

Her beak opens wider, as if to offer more suggestions, and Minnie shakes her head until her best friend goes quiet.

"Can I ask for…"

Minnie's gloved fingers squeeze over Daisy's.

She kisses her feathered cheek when Daisy nods earnestly, Minnie's eyes lidding. Soft and slow.

"Oh, my," Daisy whispers, beaming and fixing Minnie pink-and-white box with one hand. "I will return it later then. Don't worry."

Minnie very much hopes so.

#flash fiction friday #disney #femslash #mickey mouse #donald duck #minnie mouse #daisy duck #minnie x daisy #daisy x minnie #disney femslash #disney fic #disney fanfiction

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writerpey · 2 years

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can I request caregiver headcanons for Scar from The Lion King?

I’ve never written for an animal character, but I believe my childhood warrior cats phase is about to serve me well. enjoy! <3 (i looove the lion king!)

Cg!Scar Headcanons (The Lion King)

Scar is the type of caregiver to adore his cub’s mischievous side. Remember when Simba got down on his haunches and stalked Zazu as if he was prey? Well, Scar’s cub saw that and wanted to try for themselves. With some fatherly encouragement from Scar, (a gentle but literal push in the right direction) they stayed downwind of Zazu and managed to leap out and catch him!

Zazu almost lost his mind, of course, especially when seeing Scar appear out of nowhere to give his cub a proud head lick that made their fur stick up like a little mohawk

Scar loves to bring his cub everywhere in the Highlands, and even to the Outlands where he spends time shooing away the hyenas that make his cub’s fur stand on end. He’s very protective of his cub, even around Mufasa

He hates it when his cub is feeling extra tiny and he has to defer to the lionesses to give them extra attention when he’s busy. Although he doesn’t admit it, he loves to watch his cub jump and play around with Simba and Nala while he secretly lurks to keep an eye on them

When his cub is extra small he also lets them bat away at his mane and gently chew on his paws. Sometimes Simba will curiously see what’s happening, but Scar won’t let the other cubs around if his cub is feeling too tiny. In other instances, when his cub looks up at him with eyes that sparkle at the sound of Simba’s voice, he reluctantly allows it

Takes his cub to the watering hole so they can see all the other animals, and teaches them how to stay hidden in the tall, flowing grass as to not startle any of them. He finds it incredibly funny that his cub has a different favourite animal each month. It usually changes if one of them was that month’s meal

#disney agere #the lion king #scar the lion king #scar #disney #disney fic #the lion king fic #sfw agere

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p0isonedapple-fanfic · 1 month

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Very carefully, Ariel lowered her hand to the crown of Rajah’s head and guided her fingers behind his ears. His fur was velvety soft and warm. She repeated the action, and Rajah nuzzled her palm playfully. There was laughter in her voice. “It’s nice to meet you, Rajah.”

The tiger purred in pleasant response and licked at her fingers. Jasmine kneeled beside them and joined Ariel in stroking him. “He likes you. I’m glad. Rajah is my closest friend, so I trust his opinion.”

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Title: “Where the Sky Meets the Sea” Author: P0isonedApple Art: Copilot (A.I.) Rating: M Pairing: Aladdin/Ariel (Disney)

Set sail with Ariel and Prince Eric to Agrabah. Trapped in a whirlpool of royal expectations and dreams of unexplored horizons, Ariel’s heart is a tempest. Her love for Eric is deep, yet adventure calls her name, stirring a guilt-edged yearning for the unknown that comes to a head when she meets Aladdin, the rogue prince with a free spirit whose untamed essence mirrors her own.

Torn between the safe harbor of marriage and the wild seas of adventure, Ariel’s journey is a dance on the edge of duty and desire. Her selfish streak, a silent undertow, complicates the voyage, pushing her to choose: Will she anchor in the bay of tradition, or will she sail the endless seas of her heart’s true calling?

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kitsune024 · 3 months

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Tangled & Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure Fanfiction

Touch of destiny by mistymoonlight15

Part 1. Wasn´t Love, Blondie I Chapters 25/25 I Completed

AU: Flynn wanted to steal the princess' crown, he never planned for the Princess herself to tag along. One thing is for certain; no one messes with Flynn Rider and he wasn't going to let this girl start now. He had to find a way to get rid of her, and losing his heart along the way wasn’t an option. Of course that was easier said than done. Or alternately; what happens when Rapunzel was never kidnapped by Gothel and was instead raised a princess who accidentally ends up entangled with the infamous Flynn Rider?

Part 2. Apricity I Chapters 1/? I

The truth behind a happily ever after is that happiness cannot truly last forever, but Eugene is determined to find the miracle within the life he’s been granted beside Rapunzel. If the stars aligned long enough to tie their destinies together, he won’t give up that easily, even if fate itself keeps testing the bonds of their love. Some things are well worth the sacrifice. Or: Rapunzel and Eugene struggle to adjust to their new royal life in Corona’s Palace. They will soon find out things only get more complicated with a baby on the way.

#mistymoonlight15 #ao3 fanfic #tangled #rapunzels tangled adventure #disney fic #bookmark series #fic rec #Tangled with a mature twist #slow burn #fake marriage #eventual romance #eugene x rapunzel #mild smut #tangled eugene #tangled rapunzel #tangled the series

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working-dreamer · 1 year

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I’m currently rewriting the first two chapters of Toon Zaps, a sick hurt/comfort fic about Mickey Mouse during the last month before his copyright is set to run out.

While I liked the first two chapters that were already uploaded, I also felt like it wasn’t complete. I wasn’t entirely happy with it. I’m excited to get the first chapter out and then the first chapter of Mouse Dad fic (a fic where Mickey Mouse eventually adopts Yakko, Wakko, and Dot). I might upload each chapter of those stories back and forth at the same time. I might wait to upload one store after finishing the other. It’s up in the air.

But I want to share the first paragraph of Toon Zaps Chapter 1 rewrite with you all!

‘Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick...’

One lone clock punctuated the awkward silence as a gruff-looking man in a white coat scribbled notes on a clipboard in silence, his expression confused and intrigued. He sat facing a computer mounted on a mechanical arm attached to the ceiling, whose screen was cluttered with seemingly random notes and charts. A couple posters with yellowed edges adorned the white walls behind him. On these posters there is an inherent disconnect between the words to the right: 'Talk to your loved ones about life insurance' and the image of a happy family captured during a time of shared laughter. Almost as if they were silently enjoying the silent dread emanating from the patient across the room.

Hope you enjoyed!

Look forward to Chapter 1 that will be uploaded on AO3!

#animaniacs #mickey mouse fanfic #disney fanfic #disney fic #my fanfic #mickey mouse #king Mickey #the sensational six #disney fanfiction #sickfic #hurt/comfort #angst fic #animaniacs 2020

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flyingpotstickers · 7 months

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Habits.

Charlotte King (Fandom: Private Practice) x Giselle Phillips (Fandom: Disney's Dis/Enchanted)

Words: 300ish

Rating: General

(reminder to donate to this cause if you enjoyed reading this!!!!!)

"Is this a habit of yours? Talking over doctors who know better than you?" Charlotte King scowled-- crossing her arms over one another. Her face made it clear where she stood.

Giselle floundered. "I wasn't trying to talk over you, Dr. King. It's just---"

"What? Back in Andalasia you did it differently?" Charlotte bit out through gritted teeth. "News flash, this ain't the fairy tale your mama told you."

Giselle stayed quiet. Charlotte felt a flash of regret. Not, unfortunately, enough to apologise. But regret all the same. She brushed past Giselle as she walked down the hallway, calling over her shoulder. "Come on, Phillips. Next patient."

~Some Time Later~

"This a habit of yours?" Giselle Phillips asked.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow, as if to ask, what are you talking about?

"Talking over doctors you think you know better than?" Charlotte at least had the decency to look ashamed of herself. Giselle had just saved the day with quick thinking as they dealt with patient after patient. "Look I'm sorry," Giselle stated, surprising Charlotte. "I think we got off on the wrong foot. I just want what is best for the patient... you do too. I can tell."

"I mean... Yeah. That's why I'm a doctor, and not a therapist." Charlotte snorted airily. But she got where Giselle was coming from and could appreciate that the PEDS doctor was making an apology. Though truth be told, Charlotte knew it was her who should be apologizing.

"Oooh. What's a therapist?" Giselle asked, tilting her head like an excited pup. Her whole face lit up, she perked like she was about to chase down a squirrel. "We didn't have them in Andalasia." She added, unnecessarily.

Charlotte let out a long sigh. "Look, I'll tell you, but then I'm going to need twenty dollars to help foot my own therapist's bill."

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Reconciliation - Julieta x Isabela

So, I have been wanting to write this for quite some time now and I managed to get it all written this morning! Exploring the relationship between Juli and Isa was so much fun to do and I really hope that you all like this!

[Following the disastrous proposal dinner, Julieta goes upstairs to speak with her daughter and they both learn there may be more to one another than first meets the eye.]

Julieta reached for the doorknob and paused for a moment, standing there in silence for a time as she stared at the closed bedroom door before pulling her hand back and sighing as she chewed nervously on her bottom lip. It sounded muy estúpido, she knew it did, but the thought of speaking with her daughter was intimidating for her and she was unsure of what course of action she should take. Would it be best to leave her be for a while to let her calm down in her own time? Or should she go in there and attempt to get her to talk about how she was feeling? Isabela, she had learned over the years, was many things, not the least of which was unpredictable.

It hurt to remember there was once a time she was able to read her like a book.

A time when she would chat away to her for hours about her hopes, her fears, her dreams.

One day though, all that ceased and she started shutting her out and she still had no idea why.

It must have been something she did because her relationship with her father seemed relatively unchanged, as did her relationship with her hermanas though her and Mirabel’s had been strained for quite some time. It was only her she seemed to be pushing out, to be refusing to speak to or even acknowledge half the time, and that hurt her more than she could put into words. More than anything, she wanted to reconcile with her and make her see that she was there for her as much as she was her hermanas, but she never gave her chance to do that.

Why on earth she thought she should be the one to come and check on her, to make sure she was doing okay, she really had no idea. Something made her do it though and she was here now, so she thought she would try.

Gathering a little courage and taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she brought her hand to the door again and knocked gently before listening out for a response. When none came, she made the choice to simply head inside the room and turned the doorknob. Opening the door slowly, she put her head around it when she felt there was enough room for her to do so and sighed under her breath at seeing her daughter sat on the edge of her bed. Isa was spinning a rose around by the stem, truly lost in thought, and she could tell she was troubled.

Of course, she was troubled, her proposal dinner had just been ruined in every way one could think of.

Deciding to knock on the door once again to make her aware she was there, she was relieved when she looked up. In seconds though, that feeling was replaced by one of pure disappointment when she turned her attention back to the rose in her hand. “Mamá, if you came all the way up here to talk to me about that proposal dinner then I don’t want to hear it,” Isa mumbled gently. “I would much rather you left me alone if you don’t mind.”

Julieta looked at her for a minute, thinking about doing as she said, but then it dawned on her that she would have to start somewhere if she wanted to gain back her relationship with her and so she walked into the room. She made sure to shut the door behind her so they could be alone for a while, unheard by anyone who walked past the bedroom, and she saw her daughter look at her out of the corner of her eye as she made her way over to the bed. Before she had time to even sit down properly next to her, Isa moved away and made to stand up, but she caught her hand before she was able and her heart sank when she turned to her with tears in her eyes.

“Ay querida, I wish you would speak to me…” She said gently, brushing a curl from her face.

“Mamá, I don’t want to talk to you. I would go to abuela if I wanted to talk to anyone.” Isabela grumbled.

“But…” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “But I’m your mother.”

Isabela dropped her gaze to her lap for a moment before whispering, “You never make time for me.”

“I do.” She frowned.

“When? When was the last time you quit worrying about Mirabel long enough to actually remember you have two other hijas?” Isabela snatched her hand back and got up from the bed with tears rolling down her cheeks, crushing the rose in her other hand and throwing it while creating a little space between her and her mother. “For ten years, all Luisa and I have heard about is Mira and I can’t speak for her, I know, but I am tired of it. You never notice us. You never notice the things we do because you spend all your free time focusing on her.”

“I…I can see how it might feel that way, but…” Julieta stumbled over her words.

“You can’t even look at me long enough to see that I hate my life and I don’t want any of this,” Isa sobbed. “I don’t want to be known as ‘Senorita Perfecta Isabela’ by everyone in town for the rest of my life, I don’t want to have to pretend that I’m okay all the time when I’m not and…and the last thing I ever want to do is marry Mariano. I have never wanted to marry him, not once, but I agreed to do so because I knew abuela would be pleased and the only thing anyone in this stupid house ever talks about is how pleasing abuela and making the familia proud is all that matters in this world! What about me and how I feel? Why don’t I matter to anyone?”

Julieta felt as though she had been punched in the gut at that last sentence and gave up holding back her own tears as she stood from the bed. She walked towards her daughter slowly, not sure how she was going to react, but when she opened her arms to her and she all but ran into them she breathed a sigh of relief into her hair. Her arms went around her of their own accord and she pulled her close, feeling her slip her own arms around her and nuzzle further beneath her chin while she cried. It was years ago now, the last time she let her cuddle her like this, and she hated that she just sat there and let so much time go by without doing anything about it.

Running a hand along her back, she buried her lips in her damp hair and hushed her quietly in an attempt to calm her down. It took time, but her cries soon became little hiccups and she could hear her taking some deep breaths while she held her. “Come here,” She eased her away from her and took her hand, leading her back to the bed before they sat down together again and she put an arm back around her so she could draw her close. Reaching up with her free hand, she brushed a tear from her cheek with her thumb and gave her a kiss on the temple. “You do matter, corazón, you matter so much to so many people and you are so loved by this familia.”

“I just feel so invisible sometimes,” Isa confessed. “Mira says she’s the one who feels invisible, but how can she say that when she’s always getting attention? She truly has no idea what it’s like, feeling this way all the time.”

“Lo siento mucho,” Julieta sighed, tightening her hold of her. “I never meant to make you feel I didn’t care.”

Cuddling up to her, Isa laid a hand on her knee through her skirt and brushed a gentle kiss against her cheek. “Abuela puts as much pressure on you as she does on me and the others,” She reminded her. “Well, actually, I think she puts more pressure on you than she does on any of us. You do such a hard job, mamá, you cook for the town and you cook for us and, even when you’re not doing any of that, you never really have any time to yourself because you look after us and papá. You never complain though and I have no idea how you do that.”

“Well, that last part is out of choice,” Julieta reminded her. “I chose to have you and your hermanas because I wanted you and the three of you are the best things that have ever happened to me. I remember when I found out I was pregnant with you. It took a long time, long enough for me to start thinking something wasn’t quite right and there was a chance I may not have been able to have children, so it was the most wonderful thing in the world. Your father worried about me the whole nueve meses, of course, and he was clumsier than he is now if you can believe it, but we were so excited and I fell in love with you the minute you were in my arms.”

Isa smiled, leaning her head against her shoulder.

“I forget to tell you sometimes, I know, but I do love you and I could never be anything but proud of you for turning into such a beautiful, independent young woman,” Julieta shook her head while tenderly brushing her thumb against her waist and looking her in the eye. “I see so much of myself in you, mi amor, and I love that. One thing I know you got from me that I wish you never did though is your tendency to hide your feelings. I was the same when I was growing up, I kept my feelings to myself because I knew mamá was struggling and I thought I would be a burden on her. I never want you to feel that way though. I am always here for you, Isa.”

“I know you are,” Isa assured her. “Mamá, can I tell you something? I…I can’t tell abuela about this.”

“Por favor, tell me.” Julieta nodded, moving a little closer to her on the bed.

Isabela thought about what she was going to say for a minute before she sighed and looked at her once again. “I really, really don’t want to get married. Not yet, not while I’m still so young. I want to do and see so much before I marry someone, before I have children of my own, and I need time to do that. I’m only twenty one, I want to wait a while before I take that step and I want it to be with someone I love when I do. I am going to have to spend the rest of my life with the hombre I marry, so wouldn’t it make sense for me to wait until the right one comes along? I want to be content, mamá, I want a strong marriage, so I want to wait a little while.”

“I get that,” Julieta soothed. “I get it because I was in the same situation at one time. Mamá tried and tried to get me to marry a man named Luis, but I had already decided I wanted to be with your papá. I refused to give him up when she asked me to and I told her I would never marry Luis, so we had an argument and she didn’t speak to or look at me for days. In the end though, she came to see that I was serious and I would never change my mind, so she gave in and said I could do what I wanted. I have no idea where the courage to tell her that and stand my ground came from, but I know you have it in you to do the same and I truly think you should.”

Isabela blinked at her for a time. “I’m not as strong as you are.”

“Yes, you are,” Julieta told her. “I will be right there with you too, so you’ll have me on your side.”

“I can’t do it now though, she is furious about what happened at dinner.” Isabela reminded her.

Julieta hummed in agreement. “Good point. I say we wait a couple days and then we go to her about it.”

“Do you promise to be there? To hold my hand?” Isabela asked nervously.

“I promise. The whole time,” Julieta replied, touching her forehead to hers. “You’re doing the right thing.”

“Why do I feel so scared then?”

“Because this is the right thing but also a big thing. Everything will turn out all right though, you’ll see.”

“I love you, mamá…” Isabela whispered, wrapping her arms around her and tucking her head into her neck.

“I love you too, mi mariposa,” Julieta hummed into her hair, kissing her there. “More than you’ll ever know.”

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