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Can I just have this man for an entire week please? I want to feed him, give him cupcakes and tea. Make him feel loved with many hugs.

Hi I'm a big fan of yours and I really enjoy the villains and y/n interactions. Btw I want to ask what made frollo develop feelings for y/n.

Do Judges dream of park attendants?

(Frollo x Reader)

TW: description of Panic attacks

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Out of all the Disney villains brought to life by Disney, Frollo is having the hardest time. All of his beliefs, everything he had sacrificed in his life have been destroyed in an instant the moment he opened his eyes in this Infernal theme park

Frollo doesn’t actually believe he’s alive anymore, that the Disney parks is his divine punishment

Though deserved, everywhere he goes he’s ostracized and humiliated. His fellow villains love to single him out to needle him, especially Hades.

He’s so tight that if you shoved a piece of coal up his ass, two weeks later you’d get a diamond

It’s obvious in the film that his mental psyche is as fragile as communion wafers, and this has been amplified to 100 now that he’s in a completely unrecognizable reality.

He hasn’t slept in months, barley eaten (he excuses this as religious fasting) and rarely talks to others

The only person who tried to regularly interact with Frollo is that scrappy park attendant, (Y/N)…

Usually it’s quick conversations, greetings and goodbyes, “how are ya?”s, and sometimes brief smiles. Something that both disgusts and confuses Frollo, a strange prickling feeling in his cheeks whenever he makes eye contact with (Y/N)

Panic attacks have become a regular occurrence for Frollo, usually when the sensory nightmare of Disney parks get to much for him, although he usually isolates himself to avoid being so vulnerable

Most of the time Frollo’s able to keep his emotions in check until he’s alone, so most of his panic attacks come out at night

One night his episodes were really, really bad, everything Frollo had tried to hold in finally boiled over, leaving the ex-judge crumbled to the ground, frozen in terror.

He didn’t need a fireplace to feel the licks of flames on his skin, and no matter how hard he clenched his hands over his ears, Frollo couldn’t stop the chanting echoing in his head.

It felt like a lead weight was on his chest, and dark spots were crawling into his vision, threatening to pass out

Frollo was too lost in his own head, mumbling prayers to himself as the crackling of fire and chanting drowned out all sounds, even the light creaking of his bedroom door opening…

“Pr- preces meæ non sunt.. dignæ Sed- sed tu bonus fac benigne, Ne perenni cremer igne…. Pie Iesu Domine,Dona ipse requiem…. Preces meæ non—”

“Frollo?”

The feeling of a hand resting on his head broke Frollo out of his mumbling. Through blurry vision the ex-judge made out a figure crouching above him, their hand slowly petting his hair. The sensation of soft fingers on his hair felt grounding, with each stroke the flames began to lull…. Has an angel finally come to end his misery?

“Frollo? Are you alright?

The black spots around his vision began to subside, as his teary eyes cleared enough to see the worried face of (Y/N), the young park attendant. At any other point in time, Frollo would’ve flinched away from their touch, cursing them out for having the gall to lay their filthy hands on a holy man, but all of his senses had failed him, and their touch had quelled the flames and disembodied chanting around him.

Starving for any source of familiarity, Frollos trembling hands reached to clutch onto (Y/N)’s pants,

“Je ne peux plus faire ça— Je—”

“Frollo, please- I can’t understand you…” (Y/N) pleaded, at a loss at what to do with the pathetic man before them.

(Y/N) was finishing their shift for the evening, their final task was to check on each villain to make sure they were set for night. They were walking down the hall to check on Sher Khan when they heard a thump behind Claude Frollos door, wall muffling the sound of weeping. Knocking on the door brought to response, and worried that the old man might’ve actually fallen and couldn’t get up, (Y/N) slowly cracked open the door.

Instead of being immediately kicked out by the ex-judge, French curses thrown at them— they found Frollo slumped against his bed, mumbling latin to himself, his eyes a thousand miles away.

(Y/N) was at a loss, they had never seen Frollo this desperate, this deep into despair. Even when they watched the “Hunchback of Notre Dame” and his song “Hellfire” was he this vunerable. This was unfamiliar territory.

But panic attacks were familiar, especially with how to deal with them.

“Frollo? You’re alright… Your minds just working against you right now.” (Y/N) hummed, continuing to pet Frollos silver hair,

“Here, I’ll be right back,” gently removing Frollos hands, (Y/N) grabbed a spare glass from his nightstand before rushing into the bathroom. Turning on the sink faucet, they filled the glass with cold water then crouched below the sink to open the drawers. They grabbed neatly folded a face towel, a Mickey Mouse insignia embroidered in the corner— (Y/N) wet the towel, making sure that it was thoroughly soaked then grabbed the glass, walking back into Frollos room, the man still on the floor, pale face just watching (Y/N).

“Try to drink something, I know you might feel nauseous, but I promise this helps,” They offered the glass to Frollo, who continued to just stare at (Y/N). After a few seconds between them, He hesitantly reached out and took the water with shaking hands.

As he began to take small sips, the cold water cooled his throat, and he could feel the water cool his insides as he swallowed. The flames were dowsed.

“It’s already 11, you must be exhausted… I think it’s best to try and sleep. Don’t even worry about changing, just get comfortable. I always feel better when I lie down.”

Helping him up, they watched patiently as Frollo collapsed into his bed, not even bothering to pull up the sheets. As he lay on his back, he finally closed his eyes, only for them to open again when (Y/N) lifted his bangs to place the cold wash-cloth on his forehead. His pale cheeks prickling again at the feather light touch of (Y/N) fingers and the cooling sensation of the cloth on his skin.

“Uh— whenever I get an attack, anything cold helps me bring myself back to reality.. and uh, and a wet washrag stays cool for a while, I like to wash my face with it to feel refreshed.” (Y/N) offered quietly, having a difficult time maintaining eye contact with Frollo.

Frollo was at a loss, never— never has he been the subject of such care from another human before, not as a boy, not from the church, not even from his lord. How could he even react to this? It was all to much.

He was tired, mentally and physically, darkness beginning to overtake his vision again, but this time from pure exhaustion.

Risking it a final time, (Y/N) gave Frollos hair one last pet, “I’ll find a way to take you off schedule for the rest of the week, I wish I could get you months off… I’m sorry. But for now, get some rest ok?”

With a final smile, they turned to resume their rounds, already late to check up on the others, but before they could step away from the bed, a hand grasped their arm, stopping them.

Turning back around, they looked down at Frollos pleading face, an almost manic look in his eyes.

“Stay… please… at least until I’ve fallen asleep..”

With wide eyes, (Y/N) looked down at him shocked, before sighing.

“Of course.. try to rest now.” They relented, taking a seat at the foot of Frollos bed. The others could wait.

Silence fell over the two, (Y/N) waiting patiently as a good 15 passed. Just when they thought he had fallen asleep a whisper escaped him,

“mon ange..”

And with that, sleep overtook Claude, no longer able to fight off his exhaustion. Warmth enveloping him as he dreamt of feather light touches and scrappy park attendants.

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Sorry if this feels forced or too OOC 😅, I just love Frollo so much, and taking care of others is my love language. When I tell you I need this man whimpering—

Translations:

“Pr- preces meæ non sunt.. dignæ Sed- sed tu bonus fac benigne, Ne perenni cremer igne…. Pie Iesu Domine,Dona ipse requiem…. Preces meæ non”:

My prayers are worthless, Yet, good Lord, graciously grant that I be not burned up by the everlasting fire. Lord, all-pitying, Jesus blest, Grant myself Thine eternal rest.

“Je ne peux plus faire ça— Je—“:

I can’t do this anymore—I can’t—

“mon ange..”:

My angel..

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whimsicalwordsmith53 · 13 days

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*Wheeze gasp* I was born on the tenth!

TAGGED: TEN CHARACTERS YOU IDENTIFY WITH (&&&either add what you admire about each, or what it is that connects you to them!)

I never really saw myself as a hero or identified as one, so all of mine are villains. I don't necessarily think that I'm an evil person or that I'm not a good guy or nice person IRL, but for whatever reason, heroes just don't really do it for me. I'm drawn to the villains because they're such individuals. They're theatrical and dramatic in a way that's fun and engaging, they're confident, they're intelligent, they go after what they want, they're not afraid to be leaders and take control, they're either queercoded or explicitly queer, and they have a dark and elegant sense of style and flair - and all of that is what I really value and seek to emulate and incarnate in my day to day life. All of that applies to ALL of them, but here's why each individual one is on here.

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty/Kingdom Hearts) - My favorite and the one who is the most me of any of them. I'm generally pretty level headed and having a grand old time doing what I love, but if I get provoked, it's fire breathing dragon time. I have a tendency to be petty, and I have a very low tolerance for disrespect and thoughtlessness. I'm generally content to be kind of isolated up on my own proverbial mountain top, but I have a soft spot for my "familiars" and animals that I keep close. Sometimes overconfidence gets the better of me in the face of my own "Organization XIII"s but I always land on my feet. I also can be a bit of a control freak, a bit bossy, and a bit self-centered at the worst of times, and, well, that's her whole thing XD

Jafar (Aladdin) - To the people who don't know me well, I can appear to be a quiet and no-nonsense strict vizier, but to my personal "talking parrots" who I show the real me, they know I'm a dramatic goofball with a dark mind. I always find myself wanting more and more of the things that I enjoy and energize me to the point where sometimes I overindulge and find myself trapped in a "lamp" of my own making. I also really relate to his deleted song "Why Me" about growing up feeling unappreciated by my peers and carried down by people who were less than worthy of my time and efforts.

Loki (Marvel comics/2011-2013 MCU) - Loki's entire plot in the first Thor movie is one great big "Does this remind you of anything? HINT HINT" with being a gay allegory, and it hit me right at the same time I was coming out so I felt a strong bond with him and drew a lot of strength from him at the time. The way he embraces everything bad anyone has ever said about him and reclaims it to be a part of his own power is very much I try to live my life and why I'm so comfortable with my own flaws and "darkness." I have a mischievous and playful side reminiscent of him, and also just like him, I can be a full tilt diva who has to make a production out of everything (I actually came out as gay on a literal stage).

Hook (Once Upon a Time) - Firstly, we look the most alike of any of these guys. I've cosplayed him many times because of that. I like to think of myself as devilishly handsome, and I love me a good innuendo or sex joke. But I'm not just a sexual person, I also have a vibrant romantic side. And if anyone messes with the people I love, it's all over. I will launch into a centuries long revenge quest for the ones I love, and you don't wanna be on the other side of that. Oh, but I was also raised to be a gentleman and behave accordingly.

Grimhilde (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs) - I like to be the best with the things that I'm good at, and I want to be praised as the "fairest one of all" with regards to my talents. And, unfortunately with that, sometimes I have a bit of trouble embracing those who rival me in the things I'm good at, and that can take me to some dark places. I love witchcraft and working with the esoteric, and I love dressing up in costumes and "disguises" like she does. I also have a dark sense of humor that comes out around those who I allow to see my "old hag" form.

Ursula (The Little Mermaid) - Pat Carroll described Ursula as an ex-Shakespearean actress who sells used cars; I'm an ex-theater kid who sells real estate and works with binding contracts on the daily. I love doing voice impressions and voice acting, and the way I connect to characters and people is most immediately through the voice. Also her relationship with her sister Morgana most directly mirrors my relationship with my brother (I'm the Ursula, he's the Morgana).

Russell Edgington (True Blood) - I'm a Southerner born and raised (he's from Mississippi and I'm from Georgia), and we're both gay men in relationships who care very deeply for our partners. Russell certainly speaks to my wacky and fun loving sides, but he also kind of reflects my cynicism towards humanity and the state of the world. We both care about the environment and have some righteous rage over the ecological damage humanity is doing. Vampires in True Blood in general also kind of mirror the experience of being queer in America, and that also comes into play.

Hades (Hercules) - I feel like my relationships with my extended family mirrors Hades's with the Olympians pretty accurately. I have the glorious intersection of dad jokes and dark humor that makes Hades so stinkin' funny XD I'm generally a cool and collected guy, but as previously mentioned, I DO have a bit of a temper that can explode with fiery brilliance. I'm an Aries - it's part of my star sign description XD I also have a strong connection to Greek mythology and that interest, so Hades acts as a connection to that as well. And, hey, I roleplayed as him online more than anyone else, so he and I are tied to each other in a special way through that.

Dr. Doom (Marvel comics) - I've always been "the smart one" in my family. I always excelled at school, I've always won at Jeopardy, I always am the go-to walking encyclopedia for my family to consult, I'm reasonably good at chess. Point is, I connect to Doom by feeling like the smartest guy in the room, but also, circling back to a similar point with Grimhilde, I'm not often the most comfortable with NOT being the smartest guy in the room. I can't stand a "Reed Richards" trying to show me up XD I also am not afraid to admit that I'm a bit of a mama's boy XD I take after my mother more than anyone else, and I've always idolized her. Doom went to Hell and back to fight the devil himself to save his mom, and I'd like to think I'd do the same if put in the same circumstance.

Fish Mooney (Gotham) - I love pretty things. Beautiful sparkly aesthetically pleasing things like her myriad of outfits and her nightclub's décor. I'm very particular about the aesthetics surrounding me and making sure it reflects who I am. I also connect with Fish over our value system - she's all about building a sense of "family" with those she's close to, whether they're by blood or by choice, and I've always felt very strongly that family is who you choose. She looks out for her own first and foremost, and so do I. I also have a competitive nature and like to climb to the top when I can, and being a gay man in settings dominated by straight people often feels similar to Fish being the only black woman in the straight white male dominated mob.

tagged by: @marciabrady

tagging: @eerieeyes, @tampire, @violetrose-art, @gordhanx, @heddagab, @violethowler, @101bangzoom, @corvidreavenart, @thefinalboss387 and anyone else who feels like doing this (and no pressure to you guys if you don't want to either)

#overtakers #disney #disney villains #disney villain

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whimsicalwordsmith53 · 13 days

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Hello! I loved this! Off topic, are you a March Aries or April Aries. Cause I’m the latter.

TAGGED: TEN CHARACTERS YOU IDENTIFY WITH (&&&either add what you admire about each, or what it is that connects you to them!)

tagged by: @marciabrady

#overtakers #disney #disney villains #disney villain

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whimsicalwordsmith53 · 13 days

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Bet! If you complete watching all twelve movies under ChatGPT’s time, I’ll tag you in every continuation and you can create your own OC for this.

I have wrote more but it’s not done.

@freaky-frankhie @clowny-frankhie

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You slowly wake up to your senses as you turned off the blaring morning alarm on your phone. What a night. You didn’t get much sleep after having a “movie marathon” of watching ALL TWELVE MOVIES with the villains yesterday.

(With ChatGPT’s help, it’s an estimate of 16.92 hours.)

You weren’t sure how contemplated they were from now knowing the truth that their lives were scripted with no say about their existence being destined for failure by their nemesis’s hands. And that they’ll be nothing more than villains doomed for failure in an endless repeat.

And now the responsibility of them was now unintentionally handed to you to take care of the villains until somehow you are able to return them back from where they came from.

In all honesty, you didn’t like the idea of doing this alone. Even with the twelve of them being adults responsible for their own actions, chaos constantly follows wherever they go. Intentionally or not, hell will break loose between them somehow in some way in some form. And you were, without a doubt, mostly afraid that if you stepped outside of the house for a slight second, they unleashed their full chaos and destroy the house in blazing fire.

Or leave the house to cause chaos somewhere else. And you can’t chain them down to keep them from leaving because they don’t take “no” for an answer.

But thankfully last night, you made sure that all electronic doors and regular doors were locked to keep them from escaping. You just hope that none of them attempted to escape last night and broke something trying to leave.

Immediately you get up from just thinking that. Quickly surveying the house for any damage that could have been done and being quiet as possible. You saw none of them awake yet and hoped that they were still in their rooms. You then sigh in relief and checked on the time on your phone that you took with you: 8:53 AM.

Tongue in cheek, you hesitated to call anyone you knew about this. You were worried about any of your friend’s (or family) reactions towards your situation and may try to exploit the villains for their own gain. You didn’t want them to be harmed by the villains or fan the flames to their own chaos.

As you looked through your contacts, you remembered you told one of your friends about the inherited mansion and that your boss’s death is how you received it. And you remembered their response very well:

“If he died in his home, would that make it a Haunted Mansion?” She laughs in amusement. “One soul down and 998 left to go!”

You couldn’t help but smile at that memory. With your finger hovered over her name, you dialed the number hoping that she will understand and not be mad or upset you’re putting her into your problem. Granted, you feel guilty, but who else would you trust for something like this? So far she’s the only one that knows of the Mansion and you knew damn well she’s too lazy to gossip nor has the heart to do it. If she has told people, without a doubt, you would have been receiving spam phone calls about your old colleagues begging for money.

You hear the phone ring as the receiver is near your ear. You pace in the kitchen as you cross your arms in worry. Then the phone picks up.

“Hello, Y/N,” she answers with a groggy tone through the phone. She’s not a morning person and you do feel bad for calling her this early in the morning. “Why are you calling me this early?”

“Hey Izzy,” you nervously chuckled, calling her by her nickname. “I was hoping you could come to the mansion later. I need to ask you a favor from you when you get here.”

“Does it require burying a body?” She asked. Her voice still sounded like she was waking up that you couldn’t tell if it was sarcasm or not.

‘No, but you might end up burying mine.’ You thought to yourself. “No, it’s not that. Something… something happened last night. In the Mansion. I accidentally caused an incident here and now I need help.” You were so hesitant from telling her.

“You promise you didn’t kill anyone?” She asks. “You’re not in trouble with any loan sharks or the IRS?”

“Absolutely not for either,” you continued, rubbing your forehead with your free hand. “Just please come to the mansion as soon as possible. I prefer to tell you when you get here.”

“Alright,” she says, now sounding worried. “I hope you’re doing okay.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be okay until you get here,” you tell her, hopefully.

“Alright, I’ll see you soon,” she says and hangs up. You sigh in relief but was still stressed out. As you turn to make your leave to start getting dressed before making breakfast.

The doctor stood in the entryway with a look of… concern? Resentment? Distrust? You couldn’t tell because you immediately jumped from just seeing him standing there, you weren’t expecting any one of them flocking to you so soon this early in the morning.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Dr. Facilier says somewhat politely as he walks closer to you. His hair has been combed down but he still wore the spare pajamas that you have provided. They weren’t yours but your ex-boss’s and they were freshly clean thankfully. “I couldn’t help but overhear that you were calling somebody. You’re not planning on leaving us so soon are you?”

You shook your head in response. When it comes to the villains, you have to tell them the truth, like it or not. Because the majority of them could sense a half baked lie if they heard one. Telling the truth is the only way to keep yourself alive and unharmed from them. They expect it from you and you have to give them what they want.

That, and there was no way you’re running from this big of a problem.

“No, I was calling a friend for help,” you admitted to the doctor. “I don’t think this is something I can handle alone.” The doctor raised an eyebrow at that statement and in return you gave him a slightly annoyed look. “I’m not incompetent to handle this. There’s twelve of you and only one of me. Besides that, many of you guys have a leverage that I don’t: magic. Also, you guys are very chaotic and destructive in your endeavors. And you guys are very aware of it too.”

Granted, they had other things besides magic that they had leverage against you but you prefer not to list them better against your own pride.

Dr. Facilier then frowns. Did you insult him and the others? Did you offend him?

“We’re not always chaotic,” he says dryly, coming even closer now that you mostly see his face. You nod in agreement.

“I can understand that. Even when there are times that you’re not chaotic, it does always follow and sometimes it can happen unintentionally. I just want to make sure that nobody gets harmed and nothing gets destroyed. All I want is try to make the place peaceful and safe for all of us. But there will be times that I have to leave to fetch necessities or food for us, so I wanted to have an extra hand to make sure that peace remains while I’m away.”

The doctor starts leaning into you and you lean back away as his eyes narrowed to nearly squinting, his gaze full of suspicion while you try to look reassuring without increasing the suspicion. But it was starting to get uncomfortable for your face and back.

Just when you think you couldn’t lean back any farther as well as the thought of falling down because of body imbalance. The doctor stopped and stood straight back up to a normal stance. To which made you do the same.

The look of suspicion changed to being remorseful as well he looked like he was at ease. Was he satisfied and believed you were telling the truth? Or was he going easy on you because of his treatment towards Lawrence? Either way, you saw he was lightening up on you… for now.

“You’re not wrong,” Dr. Facilier confessed. “And it’s only fair because this is your house and not ours. I’m not sure if the others will think the same as I do. But I know that we all agree on one thing; no funny business.”

You then huffed with a smirk. “I’m not a spineless sap that will run away from any problem given to them intentionally or not. I promise to you and the others, I am not running or making you guys someone else’s problem. This is my accident and somehow I’ll try to fix it.”

Your response made the shadow man more at ease. The truth is working as you could see his posture more relaxed. “Good,” Dr. Facilier says in response, satisfied that you’re owning up to your promise. “As long as you keep true to your word, whenever you’re not here, I’ll do my best to keep peace around here and aid your friend with us. Can’t make any promises though depending on what happens.”

“Got it,” you nod in response. “And I’m assuming that if I break my word, you guys will break me. Or worse.” The doctor gives a smirk like you read his mind. “Okay, I’ll keep true to my word. Right now, we need to get ready for the day and I’ll need to start making breakfast. I don’t have a clue what you guys usually eat in the morning since you’re different than I am.”

“Oh, I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible,” the doctor confesses calmly. “When living in poverty, you gotta eat what’s given to you and appreciate what you got. But if I were you, I would mostly be concerned about is the lion trying to eat you if you don’t feed it.”

You honestly didn’t want to think about how to feed Scar but also to keep him from eating the others. Mostly Hook.

“I know. He’s too far away from a lion’s normal habitat as well as his common prey. He’s gonna be quite the challenge for me to deal with,” you admit. “I’ll think of something, I don’t know what yet, I’m still in the “waking up” process of the morning.”

“Same here, I’m more of a night person than a day person,” Dr. Facilier chuckles humorously. “Well, I’ll be quiet as possible. Some of the others haven’t risen yet. As for the others, they have been waiting on you for food. So I would suggest you be quick.”

You nods in understanding again and the two of you went upstairs to your separate quarters to get ready. You quickly get dressed while keeping an eye on your phone in case Izzy texted you. As soon as you were done, she just arrived and you got a message on your phone.

Not seeing the others again, you hurriedly made your way to the front door where your friend was waiting for you on the other side.

“Y/N!” She says happily and hugs you.

Izzy is a five foot seven girl. She has long brown hair that reaches past her shoulder blades and matching eye color. Her skin is naturally pale since you know she’s an introvert who is also asocial sometimes. She wore a light grey t-shirt with an eerie green Haunted Mansion shorteralls covered over it and also counted as pants. Her shoes are black slip ones with white soles.

In her right hand carried a Starbee’s mocha frappe and the other a medium paper bag from Starbee’s that contained food from there. And you wondered what the Hell she bought.

“Izzy!” You said happily and with relief. You parted from her hug and she immediately went for the kitchen. Your alarm instincts kicked in, hoping that none of the villains were in the kitchen. Thankfully there wasn’t when they entered.

“So, what the hell are you so worked up about?” Izzy then asks curiously as she sat the bag on the marble island countertop. “Because I nearly went to Home Depot to get some shovels if you killed somebody.”

“No bodies,” you assured her politely while sounding slightly annoyed. “It’s just…” then you see a mixed look of concern and annoyance in her eyes, but yet you continued explaining. “Something happened last night, and it completely defied all boundaries of logic that existed.” She raised an eyebrow at that. You might as well rip off the damn band-aid rather than giving her the half baked truth. “I accidentally summoned Disney Villains to our world.”

Now she looks annoyed like she doesn’t believe you. “Seriously? You woke me up early for this?” She asked. “The entire time I was making my way here, I imagined the worst case scenarios that happened to you. And this is why you called me here for?”

Yeah, you knew that she wouldn’t believe you yet you tried. But you had an ace up your sleeve: every room in the mansion has electronic wall-comms like a walkie talkie. And every one of them has the same various buttons to communicate with people in different rooms as well as a button to communicate with all the rooms, including the kitchen. And on the wall-comms, they could also see where someone is trying to reach them at.

You pressed that button on the kitchen wall-comm. “Izzy, if you could piss off a Disney Villain, what would you say to them?” You then asked.

“Really?” Izzy asks in disbelief and annoyance.

“Really. And you can leave afterwards,” you assured her.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance and sighs calmly. “Fine,” she says with salt. “Gaston has the romance skills of an incompetent horny pre-teen and is a big, beefy try-hard of a man to just get laid with a woman who chose a cursed prince over him.”

Damn.

You took your hand off the button and laughed. It makes it even better that the other villains knew Gaston’s love life, and if they didn’t before, they knew now with the movie marathon. And you’re pretty sure they found your friend’s comment hilarious. Hoping that they’re not next to get roasted verbally too.

After stifling through your laughter, you calmed yourself down from the hysteria rush and press the button again. “Gaston, I apologize. I made my friend insult you on purpose,” you said through the comms. “We’re in the kitchen.”

Immediately you can he’s his loud clunking boots in the distance as he makes his way to the kitchen. Izzy shakes her head and was about to walk through the door if you didn’t quickly stop her.

Then Gaston came in like an angry bull. “I am none of those things!” He declares as his face is either red in embarrassment or anger, maybe both. “I am a passionate man, good looking and incredibly skilled!” He continues his little tirade. “That beast doesn’t deserve Belle, even if he’s truly a man! He has blinded my true love from me, and I will save her from his clutches!”

Izzy gives you a “shock and awe” look, and in return, you gave her a “do you believe me now?” look in response. Gaston then takes heavy deep breaths as he tries to calm himself down and he looks at you. “So, what’s for breakfast? Because I could go for five dozen eggs.”

You felt disgusted at the thought of him eating eggs raw. How someone could do that on a daily basis and not get sick from just the texture is quite a skill.

“Yeah, sorry Gaston, I don’t have five dozen eggs,” you told him apologetically. You then see your friend reach into her Starbee’s bag and pull out a breakfast sandwich: a sunny side up egg with a sausage patty and American cheese between a croissant.

She hands it to him like an offering and Gaston gently takes it with curiously. “What is this strange… food?” He asks curiously. “It’s nothing like what we have at the village.” He looks between the layers and sees there is egg. You thought he was gonna take the egg off and discard the rest like a picky child. But to you and your friend’s surprise, he actually ate a bite out of it.

The curious look became one of fascination as he swallowed. “I have become the first to experience a new era of gourmet!” He says happily, holding the sandwich up high like a fucking trophy. Almost reminded you of Rafiki holding up cub Simba. “What do you call this delightful consumption I have tasted?”

You and your friend knew this was new for Gaston. But he made quite the grand gesture over a simple thing.

(WIP)

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whimsicalwordsmith53 · 15 days

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I would not watch 16 hours worth of movies in one day starting at 3AM. 🤣