#for anon who requested purple disney gifs

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hiii could you do a fic of Frollo x a gypsy/romani reader, where he's madly in love with the reader and the reader loves him back? I love your fics btw!!!

My only light

warning : fluff, implied comfort, age gap, fem reader, kissing

Info : Hiii dear anon thank you so much for this request (very happy that you like my fics) finally a disney one and for Frollo ahhh. I really liked writing this so have fun reading and everyone else too ;)

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She was his light, his fire, his angel. She was what he had always been looking for in his life. He had never committed sin but he would have done anything for her and she would have done everything for him. Her Judge.

His wife at his side the view of the unusual couple on the people of paris was still not clear even the archdean did not know at first if it was all a trick so that the judge would get more power. But no, it was not. Judge Claude Frollo had indeed lost his cold, stony, selfish, sinful heart to a woman. His beautiful wife.

His angel who was in her prime and would stay with him for a long time. ,,My gift from God" as he sometimes called her when they got out of the carriage together in public or when he took her with him to parties.

The meeting of the two was so unlikely that it could only have come from God. The judge left his residence and rode through the streets on his horse to get to the tailor.

The annual spring festival was just around the corner, and what better way to express prosperity than with clothes and jewelry. It was an easy walk to the tailor through the streets of his town plagued by sinners, whores, drunks and addicts.

A city that was on the brink of the abyss and could only be brought to salvation through him. Redemption that he would unwittingly bring to them with a woman at his side.

The small golden bell on the door announced his entrance as always he was unflattered by the owner but the judge was only interested in the important fabrics the dark purple and red the black for his robe as his eyes brightened a little.

It was colorful fabric that should not be in the department here. Lifting his gaze, his eyes met hers. His lovely flower. The long dark hair that lay beautifully against her body, the lips as if she had tasted a cherry and the juice had kissed her.

The captivating eyes behind the long eyebrows, the moving body and the "exotic" skin that peeked out from under the colorful clothes. But it was her smile that captivated him, not something of a witch, not a dishonorable gypsy. The smile of his angel. A meeting that brought the two of them together in a small shop.

The traveling nun who helped people on her journeys through the country, blessing them, giving them gifts and caring for them. His counterpart, where he had hate she had love, where she had luck he had bad luck. She in her prime, he under the moon almost at the end.

They were each other's side for better or worse. But it was a meeting that brought them both together. He enjoyed her stories and she enjoyed his clavichord which he played for her every night when she was on the couch.

They shared a glass of wine and maybe he felt young again for a moment when she took his hand and danced with him around the music room. Her lovely smile she gave him that warmed his heart everytime over and over. Her sweet kisses like a little fire on his skin that she gave him.

He stroked her hair, smelling the lavender scent that emanated from her. The flowers and blossoms were her passion as he found out. It was only necessary for him to present her with books, with flowers he had shipped in from other countries.

Her room had almost become a jungle through which he had to navigate to get to his wife. Where she welcomed him with a smile as always got into his arms and showed him what she has found out.

A new world for the man who only knew hate and sins but soon saw the beauty in her work. ,,My Judge," she always joked, knowing that he also had a nickname for her when he kissed the ring he had given her, the ring that sealed their marriage. It seemed that Frolllo's image of the two of them was not only washed clean by the way they behaved.

She showed him a world without sin, they both built children's homes, hospital camps and even enjoyed the time of feastivals. ,,I could never say no...not to my angel," he whispered to her as the two of them sat on the wooden thrones under the tent. His gaze on her as always, love in his eyes, love in her smile she gave him.

The best thing about the festival was that his hands, which were always folded on his lap, were taken by his angel. She stroked his fingers and he gave her a gentle smile before the party began. Knowing full well that she was always there for him...and he would have been for her.

A festival of which the masses of people made a picture of love between the judge who would soon no longer be considered heartless. Because his love for his wife, the love they found for each other seemed biblical and endless.

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[milesgmoralles]

All dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.

[lacontroller1991]

A Kiss and A Scratch (Multi HC)

Author’s Note: This was requested by anon and @a-girl-who-loves-disney

So enjoy more Joel Related HC, I hope you guys like it!!!!

Warnings: Smut, suggestive language, sensual touching, language, dirty talk, slight cock warming, hickeys, scratches, unestablished relationships, established relationships, overall NFSW 18+

Main Master List

Colonel Rick Flag:

Rick’s blood pumps with adrenaline as he looks over to you, slumping on the chair of the jet, eager to get home. The mission was a bust. Not only did you guys not succeed in getting the information, but you also lost some valuable team members. Trying to ignore Rick’s stare, you close your eyes in an attempt to get rest, but that is futile when you feel a warm body collapse onto the space next to you.

“It’s not your fault you know,” he whispers softly, nudging you with his shoulder as you let out a huff of air, looking to your partner with grief on your features.

“It is, I should’ve seen that grenade coming, but I didn’t. It’s all my fault,” you cry out, burying your hands in your head as Rick kneels in front of you, contemplating on what to do. Pulling your hands away, he grabs your face and forces you to look him in the eyes.

“Listen, the mission was a fucking bust from the get go. Waller sent us on it to purposely fail. None of that is your fault,” Rick speaks with a fire burning in his eyes, and for the first time, you can see past his hard exterior that he normally puts up. Leaning into his touch, neither of you can deny the urgency that flows between your bodies. Reaching up, you pull Rick’s head down as you crash your lips to his, causing Rick to immediately pull away and look at you with a look of conviction. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” He asks, not breaking concentration.

“What I know we both want,” you reply before pressing your lips against his again as Rick kisses back. Pulling you down into his lap, Rick wraps his arms tightly around your waist as you breath each other in, your tongues dancing in a tango with each other as you hold each other as close as possible, neither of you wanting to pull away. But alas, the need for air triumphs, causing you to break the kiss and lean your forehead against his, catching your breath.  “I really like you Rick.”

“I really like you too, (Y/N).”

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Rick stands in front of a mirror, a black pair of boxer briefs, the only piece of clothing that’s covering him as he stares at his body, twisting his torso to try and see all of his exposed skin. Lines of red raised skin and purple welts decorate his back and neck, a remnant of the night before. Walking up behind your lover, you wrap your arms around his abdomen and press your face against his back, lightly kissing a scratch mark, trying to provide some relief to the slight sting.

“You sure claimed me alright,” he comments with a smile as you chuckle, your fingers dancing closer to the waistband of his boxers, dragging your nails against his sensitive skin, lightly playing with his darker hair.

“You’re pretty like this,” you whisper, lightly nibbling on his shoulder blade and listening to the rumble of his chest as he wraps his arms around yours.

“Darlin’, I have to go to work. I can’t do this again,” he muses as your hand sneaks into his boxers and rubs his warm cock causing Rick to groan. “Darlin’,” he warns again as you smirk against his skin, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade before moving around him and pulling his underwear down, exposing his hardened member.

“I think you can spare a minute or two.”

Takeshi Kovacs: 

Though he would never admit it, the prospect of you claiming him as yours brings Takeshi Kovacs to his knees. And you know it. You can tell every time your lips are near his neck, his chest hitches, and even though it is slight and you can miss it if you’re not looking for it, the fact that he loves when you kiss his neck makes you smirk. Another thing Takeshi is a sucker for is nail marks. After a rough sex session, he always goes to the mirror and traces back over the red lines that you draw on his back when clutching to him in those needy moments. But his favorite moment is when you’re on his lap with him buried deep inside of you, neither of you moving, but the both of you remaining still and just looking into each other's eyes, full of love and adoration.

Your legs are often around his hips when you two are like this, in each other’s limbs, being close to each other. Being full of each other. It’s in moments like these that Takeshi really treasures. Your nails lightly scratch at the nap of his neck as he rests his forehead against yours, large arms encompassing your body as you catch your breath.

“Takeshi,” his name comes out as a whisper, though he knows what you want. The way your breath plays against his, your noses nudging each other, asking silent questions. Making the move, Takeshi captures your lips against his, starting a duel for dominance, one of which he easily wins. Thrusting up slightly, he takes advantage of your gasp to shove his tongue in your mouth, his wet muscle eagerly exploring the oral cavity that he’s known for years now. Deepening the kiss, Takeshi uses his strength to topple you backward until you’re flat on your back with him hovering over, allowing him better access to plunge deeper into you. Moaning into the kiss, your hands tie themselves in his disheveled hair, clinging onto him in desperation as the tip of his cock hits your most sensitive area. Pulling away for air, Takeshi’s hazel eyes stare into yours, his hips slowly thrusting with force that has your body pushing up against the bed.

“Hold on tight, angel. I want to hear you screaming my name,” you smirk against his kiss-swollen lips.

“Always do.”

Stephen Holder:

The tv plays in the background, though you can’t pay attention. All you can focus on is Stephen texting on his phone, laughing occasionally at a message and immediately replying, something he rarely does with you; and you’re not the jealous type, normally, but when your boyfriend hasn’t been home at his normal hours and is constantly on his phone, texting God knows who, you can’t help the jealousy and insecurity that arises. Huffing, you turn your head back to the tv, Holder unaware of your fuming state, too busy on his phone. Crossing your arms, you try to ignore the anger that surfaces under your skin, but there is only so much you can take, especially after another laugh from Holder. Deciding to do something, you place your hand on his inner thigh before leaning in and planting a wet, open mouth kiss to his jugular vein, lightly lapping at the skin, but Holder pays no mind. Moving your hand up another inch, you lightly grip onto his jean clad thigh while softly biting down just below his ear, prompting blood up to the surface of his skin.

“Damn mami, what’s gotten into you? Acting like I ain’t ever touch you,” he laughs, tilting his head to the side slightly to allow you more access but his hands remain on his cell phone, texting.

“Holder,” you whine in feign desperation, wanting your boyfriend to pay attention to you, but his thumbs continue to type away on the screen of his phone. “That’s it,” you growl, taking the phone out of his hands and tossing it out of reach while climbing up on his lap, grabbing his face in your hands. “You are going to pay attention to me, Detective Holder. And only me.” You clash your lips on his; anger, desperation, and lust pouring out as his hands move to grip your waist, dragging you upward.

“Shit woman, slow down,” he states between kisses, a smile playing on his lips. “We got time,” you shake your head, tossing your shirt to the side before pressing your lips to his again.

“No, Stephen. I’m going to make you mine tonight. And only mine.”

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You watch as Holder gets dressed, impressed with your work, and judging by Holder’s fucked out facial expression, he was equally as impressed. Massaging the skin on his back, he shivers at the feeling of raised skin.

“I forget how pale you are sometimes,” you jest, walking over to him and placing a kiss against one of the many lines across his back from your nails, the red marking a stark contrast against his pale complexion, along with the forming welts from your mouth.

“Well, if anyone asks, they’d definitely know it’s you.” You spin him around and place your hands on his chest.

“Good, because you’re mine, and only mine. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” he smirks, thinking he got the upper hand. Smiling sweetly at him, you grasp his hand and bring it down to your dripping cunt, his hazel eyes widening.

“Now, you’re going to fuck me again, and don’t you dare stop until I’m screaming your name.”

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Severus Snape Dressing Up with His Daughter Would Include:

Requested by Anon: ‘hiii, so I know you do snape x reader fics but can you maybe do a head cannon of him playing dress up with his daughter. Its ok If you don’t want to though xo’

An: Of course I can! This idea is so cute ☺️☺️, enjoy! 💕

Pairings: Severus x Reader, mostly Severus x Daughter

Words: 979

- Let’s get one thing straight, this man would do anything for his daughter. Want to create a potion at five years old? He’s down for it. Does she want to learn how to fly on a broom? He’s not too cultured with it, but for his daughter he’d try. Or even if she wanted to watch something on that muggle television Y/n insisted on getting, he’d sit down with her and watch a Disney movie

- When it came to dressing up with her and pretending to be her Prince while she dressed up as a princess, it was no different. In fact, he jumped at the opportunity to see his princess happy

- His daughter was a lot like her mother in many ways, and just like Y/n, it didn’t take much to convince Severus to do whatever she asked of him

- So when his daughter had suggested that instead of the traditional princesses, that the both of them dressed up as fairy warriors who had to save the last of their dying tribe, Severus readily agreed. Yes, his daughter was far more imaginative than both he and Y/n could handle sometimes, and no, she wasn’t opposed to any form of creativity

- She’d sported a shimmery, multicolored pair of fairy wings while holstering a stick that Severus had transfigured into mighty sword capable of only his daughter’s hold. He was instructed to dress up as her best mate, a fairy-elf crossbreed who wore light purple robes and pointed, sparkly shoes

- Truthfully, Severus found it rather cute how imaginative she was, and without any reluctance on his part, he’d changed into exactly what she’d wanted. And for his daughter’s sake, had altered his shoes to the sparkliest, shiniest pair of golden shoes anyone had ever seen (except no one would see them since the students were on break and nowhere near the castle)

- Their battle to stop the dragon - a charmed stuffed toy Y/n had gotten her on their trip to Hogsmeade - was fierce. The dragon had put up a big fight and had even brought allies to help him. The battle was fierce and Severus and your daughter had barely made it out alive, and were very lucky to have survived completely unscathed

- After finishing that and taking a break for biscuits and pumpkin juice, his daughter wanted to play superheros - another thing that Severus had blamed on Y/n and that Telly. But, still, he’d obliged

- Had any of his students seen him, they’d never believe that it was their Professor Snape, clad in bright, red and blue superhero attire with a yellow mask across his face. His daughter found it absolutely funny and Severus joined in with a chuckle of his own before chasing after her. She’d chosen to be a villain instead

- She’d been running and running, trying to get away from her daddy, and she had gained quite a bit of distance. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been paying attention, and instead of successfully getting away, she tripped near the edge of the black lake. She’d nearly fallen in when Severus quickly casted his wand and stopped her in place

- He quickly caught up to her, checking over her and making sure she had no scratches. “Are you alright, sweetheart?” He worriedly asked

- “My hero.” She dreamily replied, clasping her hands together and resting her head on them. At his bewildered look, though, she gently rolled her eyes (ones that were identical to Severus’) and answered, “Yes, daddy. Villains can’t hurt themselves, silly.”

- Severus let her believe that as he picked her up and placed her on his hip. Her reply had been amusing to him and he had to know, “Who taught you that phrase?”

- “Mummy.” She shrugged back, “She always calls you her hero whenever you help her get something from a high shelf, or massage her feet.”

- “You’re very attentive, aren’t you.” Severus felt a sense of pride wash over him when he looked down at her. He smirked at her proud head nod.

- Severus had asked if she was ready to retreat to the castle for a small snack before dinner, but she insisted on one more round of dress up

- This time, his daughter dressed up as a prince, ready to save the poor damsel in distress - aka her daddy. She refused to allow the princess to get her “dress” ruined and decided to pretend to fly over and swoop in to save the day

- Severus was having just as much fun with his daughter as she was with him and it showed by the rare smile on his face. Her mannerisms so frequently mimicked Y/n’s except when she was being serious, then she was exactly like Severus: furrowed brows, upturned lip, and hard eyes. It was funny to see

- By the time the two of them were finished, they were unknowingly joined by three other people. The three bodies watched while they freely played and laughed with one another, Severus’ daughter tackling the imaginary troll and knocking it down as she ultimately saved the imprisoned prince

- “I see you two are having fun.” Y/n interrupted them, smiling merrily at two of her favorite people. “Did you save daddy, ladybug?”

- “Oh!” Their daughter exclaimed, running over to where Severus was still lying on the ground, not paying any attention to Y/n or Albus and Minerva. “Forgive me, your highness, for my recklessness. My lady.” She pretended to repeatedly kiss his hand, earning a collective laugh from everyone

- “I’ll forgive you - this time. Hopefully I won’t need your help fighting off a troll more than once, though.” He mocked a curtsy and picked her up, giving Y/n a chaste kiss on the cheek, and walking back up to the castle with everyone

[writtenfan]

Reserving for Romance, A Dinner with Prof. Ratigan !

Ratigan x FemReader

Anon: Since you do just about any Disney baddie, can you do Rattigan with an S.O who is a domestic mouse or pet fancy rat.

(You've made me fall in love this character! Love his song!)

“Oh, absolutely insatiable is my joy for making others quiver in fear at the mere mention of my name!”

His laughter echoes throughout the empty room. He slides a hand back against his hair, making sure it kept its flattened look and adjusted his collar. He opened one of his eyes and gave you a charming grin, as he took his red napkin off the table and flapped it once in the air, unraveling it.

“But nevermind that my dear! For the feeling I get when I spend with you is even more or as equal in its rewards.” He lays down the napkin upon his lap and pats it gently, looking upon you sweetly.

His tail slowly swaying across the carpeted floor, which once he caught you noticing it, he curled beneath his seat out of your sight and coughed, bringing your attention back to his face.

His hair was newly combed and shiny, his face kept up and groomed, he wore a dashing suit with a daring black cape to match and his usual white gloves, yet they had golden lining along the knuckles. His top hat hung near the doorway, where there stood a quivering waiter who was pressed against the wall, holding a menu against his chest as two men, a burly mouse-man and a vile looking reptile stood by him, leering at him and giving him devious grins, keeping him In check.

“I hope you do like this evening out, It took forever to get reservations!” he laughed rather darkly as he scooted his seat forward a bit and ran his hand across the glossy menu in front of him, following his gloved finger against the words as he read them.

You look around the room, Ratigan had taken you out to one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city!

 A beautiful place set carefully on the beautiful roof garden with the perfect sight of the River Thames in all its beauty, as its lights illuminated the night sky. Yet, around you there isn’t a sound and not a seat in this entire room was field! Only empty velveted seats and candles still flickering on each table, freshly lit! All its usual customers and most of the staff were eerily gone. Only the chefs and the one waiter remained. How odd.

“Oh, dearest we must do this more often, I do enjoy when we go out together like this don’t you?”

“I do! This place looks absolutely lovely Padraic, I just wonder how, if you say it was so hard to find a reservation…why this whole place is completely empty!”

Ratigan looked up from his menu with a sweet smile and reached slowly across the table to your hand and picked it up in his lifting it up, your paw tiny compared to his, he gets off his seat and leans over the table avoided the candle flame, to kiss the top of your hand.

“Oh yes, it was hard getting “a” reservation for a singular table, so I decided what If I just reserved the whole building itself hmm?”

He sat back in his chair but not before tossing back his cape. He clasped his hands together.

“Don’t worry dearie, It wasn’t hard once I made them realize that they must provide me with a table for my dearest and I, as we were the highest of caliber crowd and that I wouldn’t take no for an answer…well…”

You hear the sharp squeak of the waiter as the reptile prodded him with his sharp clawed hand on his side.

Ratigan acted as if he hadn’t noticed the noise and let out a soft sigh.

“As you see, they agreed to my…persistence and acknowledged by superiority, begging my forgiveness for their behavior.” He chuckled softly as he circles his finger in the air as he gazes back down at his menus  sets his finger down on something in the wine category.

“How about we start this lovely evening with un peu de vin? Oh servitor!”

 He claps his hands together and closes his eyes and you watch the waiter stagger from a hard push towards your table, his whole-body jittering at the sight of you husband to be. His pencil thin mustache quivered just as much as his body and seemed to almost want to jump off his face!

Ratigan turns his head slowly to the man and opens his eyes lazily with a wide grin. 

“I would like the greatest blue wine straight from your cellar to start off our night…”  Ratigan grinds his teeth slightly but stops this and pats his chest gently. “Go on now and be quick about it!” He gestures the waiter away which he quickly obliged with a few bows. “Yes professor, wine for you and the lovely lady coming right up.”

The poor man skitters back into the kitchens and the doors shut behind him. Once again, it’s quiet.

You cover your mouth as you yawn softly and gently raise your tail from the ground and allow it to get some feeling back into it, you wore long lavender gloves that reached your elbows and a gorgeous purple dress with a jewel broach with heels to match and you took the time to admire your dress in the candlelight. Ratigan turns his head to the door and gestures sharply for his men to follow the waiter and they nod respectfully and hastily follow the waiter.  

He then turns his focus back to you, his face illuminated dimly by the dancing white candle between you both.

“Oh, my sweet brindled queen…” his eyes dance over with a refined grin.

“You’re the most picturesque lady my eyes did ever see, with the brain to match and a birthright as long as time itself.”

“Oh, how worthy you are to have such a handsome and intelligent gentle-mouse such as I, we are a match bounded by fate ohhoho~”

He rests his fingers on his chest as he laughs and then lays his hands down on the middle of the table, asking for your paws. You place your paws in his and he gently squeezes them as he gets lost in your eyes.

“Such perfect eyes…a dainty nose the smoothest tail, the softest fur and the most adorable ears oh I’m quite lucky as well! Order anything you’d like, Its on the house…”

The doors behind Ratigan swung open and out came the speedy figure of the waiter with a bottle of wine held tightly against his chest and two glasses in his other. He nervously places the glass in front of Ratigan and then to you, giving you soft pleading eyes that flinched as Ratigan snapped in the air to regain his attention. He pointed this glass and then yours.

“Hurry up and pour our glasses. We would like to order next.”

“Y-yes professor right away sir”

The waiter pours the wine and the stream of it pouring into the glass wobbles around. Yet he fills Ratigan’s glass perfectly, but as he poured yours the slam of the doors behind Ratigan started him as the two thugs walked in and you watched a few wine droplets fall down agains the white tablecloth and one spotted your red napkin sitting on your lap.

The room had a sudden chill as the waiter started apologizing profusely as he straightened his bottle and shivered looking at Ratigan with wide eyes.

Ratigan closed his eyes and slowly took the napkin off his lap and placed it on the table gently, and shook his head as he took one of his gloves off his hand and flexed it a few times before he sighed and rose from the table to stand beside the man who took a step back, but without a moments warning Ratigan snatched the wine bottle from his hand and thumped it against the table. Then grabbed a handful of the man’s collar and shirt and rose his feet off the ground.

“You quaking simpleton! You can’t even poor a glass of wine to save your own LIFE! You dare ruin my lady’s newly bought dress and our perfect night together?!” 

He shakes him furiously his eyes filled with unbridled rage and the fur on his neck and face raising in response to his anger. The way he shook the man you could see his collar start to choke him as he tightened his grip on the man.

“R-Ratigan! Its ok! He didn’t ruin my dress, everything is fine!” you cry out to him.

Ratigan paused mid shake and looked down at you, and then back to the mouse that was crying in his paws as his claws pierced through his shirt. He then cleared his throat and let go of the mouse who dropped to the ground landing hard on his rear. Ratigan brushed off his shirt and smoothed back his hair and looked at you with a placid smile.

“Good, I’m glad. But you still shouldn’t have to deal with such abysmal serve, should you? I can’t have such a novice making mistakes such as this can we?” He looks down at the trembling mouse with a sorrowful look and bent down lifting him back up and patting his chest to fix his outfit.

“I’m sorry dear fellow but I must request another waiter to take your place, men?”

“OH no, OH no NO! PLEASE SIR, ILL CLEAN THE TABLE RIGHT UP, JUST PLEASE!” his two men walked to the table and gave you a respectful bow before grabbing the waiter by the arms and started pulling him towards the kitchen “PLEASE, MA’AM I BEG OF YOU PLEASE SAVE ME, PLEASE!!” 

Rattigan tisked under his breath and stood in front of your sight of the man getting dragged intentionally placing a hand under your chin and craning your head up at his tall burly form to distract you from this disturbing situation.

“Never mind him dearest, we still have the rest of our night to go. How about we pick a new, cleaner table and wait till the new waiter is sent in to finish our order shall we?”

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Still startled by the event you pick a table on the terrace outside in the summer air just for a new view.

 Rattigan decides to sit beside you with and arm around you as he talks about his numerous abroad trips and academic achievements. He makes the waiter light his smoking pipe which he then continues to make fancy shapes in the night sky, the smell of it a surprising fruity scent.

Ratigan’s was so much bigger than you, so sitting next to him was comfortable but often he would forget his size and hold on to you too tight.

After a few drinks of wine, and some good food you both had gotten a bit tipsy. He drunkenly insisted that you ditched your chair and sit on his lap so that you could be more comfortable. You kept refusing so he simply tricked you into standing up and tossed your seat of behind you and it knocked over a few other chairs. You both laughed and you sat on his lap, taking another sip of blueberry wine and he rested his chin on your shoulder and was absolutely in love with how comfortable you were.

You took of your gloves and instead he took of his so that you could see how your paws looked side by side. You pulled up his gloves from his fingers and your press you paw in the middle of his hand and he chuckles as you marvel with how big his hand is.

“Yes, my family do come from a long line of big, strong men, yet it was I, who was all that and more with the added tremendous intelligence! I’m the whole cake!”

After the food was taken away you both loudly talked about the day your tails curling absentmindedly against each other’s as you sat sideways on his lap playing with his suit collar and face fur and he nodded away as you talked excitedly and teased around with one of your ears.

You both left the restaurant in terrible shape, as Rattigan got a bit angry as he was reminded about the previous waiter. He threw a few chairs and broke a few tables and you just couldn’t’ stop laughing at the fact that you loved this man. He stopped his rampage as he watched your curled-up body laughing hysterically at a reason he didn’t know of and he began laughing himself.

“I think it’s time we head back home. We are both in an intoxicated state...Men!”

His men follow you and Ratigan as you hold onto his arm and he supports you as you walk more clumsily as him as he could handle more win than your little body could ever!

That night, he called Felica just so that you could climb on top of her head and pet her fur, which she gladly appreciated. Both of you sat for a few minutes just calling the cat cute pet names and loving up on her. 

“Did you like your little treat I sent over my little butterscotch Ratigan slurred and you turned your head to see a piece of torn black and white cloth resembling the outfit of the…oh my, you suddenly felt tired!

Ratigan swept you up and carried you to his room and tucked you in a huge soft comforter. He gently took your heels off and unclipped your broach and you zonked out the moment your head touched the pillow.

“Nighty night my beloved~”

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Hi! My name’s Rhiannon (you can also call me Rhi for short) and I’m from the US! I reblog a lot of stuff I like on here and I also write fanfic and make GIFs sometimes!

This is technically a secondary blog, I like/follow/reply from @galactic-rhi !

DNI: please don’t interact or follow if you’re under 13. I’m not gonna stalk every blog that follows me to check your age but I strongly recommend you don’t go on this website if you’re that young.

Pronouns: she/her but tbh I’m fine with whatever

Sexuality: Bi

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

MBTI Type: INFP

Enneagram: 9w1

Age: 23

Religion: Christian (LGBTQ+ affirming)

Time Zone: EST

Main Fandoms: Arcane, MCU, Star Wars, DCEU, Spiderverse, Stranger Things, Sanders Sides, Star Trek

Other Fandoms: MHA, The Flash, The Umbrella Academy, ATLA, Doctor Who, DCAU, The Good Place, Parks and Rec, The Office, Disney Zombies, Disney Descendants, How to Train Your Dragon, Miraculous Ladybug, OHSHC, BBC Merlin, Once Upon a Time, Lego Ninjago

Favorites:

Colors: Teal and Purple

Artists: Owl City, Waterparks, Fall Out Boy, Autoheart, AJR, Sabrina Carpenter, Taylor Swift

Season: Fall/Autumn

Feel free to ask me about more favorites idk what else to put here lol

Tags:

(I tag pretty much every single thing I post so if there’s a fandom you’re not into feel free to blacklist the tag and you won’t see it!)

#requests (to see what requests I’m currently working on)

#asks / #replies (to see all my asks and answers)

#my gifs (to see the gifs I’ve made)

#my tiktoks (to see my tiktoks)

#it’s me rhi (to see my face)

If we have obsessions in common or you just think we’d get along based on my blog, don’t be afraid to message me! I love making friends on here ☺️

My ask box is always open as well so feel free to talk to me there about whatever on anon or not!