Royal Valentines
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katleeptTitle: Royal Valentines
Dedicated To: With endless love to my cherished Valentine, my darling Drew (I love you, my heart, and pray we get to share infinitely many more Valentine's Days together!!! Xs and Os forever, my love!!)
Author: Kat Lee
Fandoms: Disney, Disney Classics, Cinderella, Pirates of the Caribbean
Character/Pairing: Charming/Cinderella, Mickey/Walt, Jack/Will
Rating: PG-13/T
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,626
Date Written: 31 January, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
He bows as low as he can upon entering her throne room, his ears and whiskers both brushing the palace floor. He has known since the very moment he started this journey that he is being watched. He almost sent for his friends to join him, but he must show her that he can be trusted. Bringing allies, even the likes of Donald and Goofy, on a trip that isn't supposed to become a battle might give her reason to spawn war with him. He does not need that; nor does their kingdom.
Still, he's curious. She's never sent for him before. They have always reigned from their own places of power. Their paths have sometimes crossed, but never for long. He's not done anything to warrant her attention nor has he heard any news that might concern her from the rest of those who abide in their kingdom.
She's beautiful, but he still watches her lovely face very carefully. He's no stranger to the fact that beauty can hide ugly truths; after all, he did write half the original stories that spawned this kingdom with his dearest friend, Walt. Walt might have received all the credit publicly, but that's never bothered Mickey. He's never been in anything for merely the credit, after all.
She turns from conversing with her Prince as his name is called, and he witnesses her beautiful face light up. The stories concerning her loveliness are true, but today, he knows, he will learn how kind her heart really is. Still, she does not appear to mean him any harm as she exclaims, "Mickey! I'm so glad you were able to come today! Do stand up! There's no need for you to bow here; we are equals, after all."
His big, black ears are the first to betray his nervousness as the Mouse stands erect once more. Cinderella merely laughs it off. "Oh, Mickey, I'm sorry to have worried you. It should have dawned on me that I've never sent for you to come before, nor you I, and that you might fret something was wrong." She waves a gloved hand elegantly through the air, gesturing for what he does not yet know. "I merely wished to give you a Valentine's Day present."
"A p-p-p-present?" he squeaks, and her smile grows. His tail curls around his ankles. His gloved hands nervously twist his hat. He just could not seem to help his nerves. Something big was happening here today, and he still did not have the first guess as to what it might be. Yet, somehow, he felt certain that something would happen in this throne room today that would change his life forever.
"Yes, Mickey, a present from the Queen of this kingdom to its King." Her laugh is delicate, harmless, but still his nerves do not ease. "I suppose it is rather untraditional, us sharing the kingdom and yet still not being wed. Imagine us together in the romantic sense!"
She laughs again as he smiles and squeaks out, "Y-Yeah. I-Imagine that."
"But I sent for you today, Mickey," Cinderella resumes, "because I hate to see any one sad on this day set aside to celebrate love, and I know your heart is one of the saddest of them all."
He looks at her curiously but does not say another word. How can she possibly know how saddened he is when none of his friends who see him every day have realized how much he hurts?
"I wish I could ease your pain permanently, Mickey, but that, alas, is not within my power to do."
He opens his mouth to ask what she can do but quickly shuts it again. His tail twitches. That's probably not the best question to ask such a powerful Queen, but still, he wonders, what could she possibly do to ease his heartache? It's not as though she can --
"I can not bring him back," Cinderella speaks, and Mickey jumps, eyes wide and whiskers bristling. His tail sticks straight out. How could she possibly know what he was thinking?! But she continues unfazed, as though she hasn't even noticed how terribly he is now spooked. " -- for more than an occasional day," she concludes. "Halloween is of course the easiest, with the veils between worlds being so thin, but for you, my dear friend, for this day . . . Well . . . "
She gestures again, and this time, he follows her pointing fingers to a curtain that drapes across a nearby stone wall. Mice scurry about the hem of the velvet, crimson curtain; a few birds are perched on top of the curtain. As he watches, big eyes growing ever larger, the mice and birds move the curtain aside to reveal a man standing in another entrance way to the throne room.
Cinderella smiles as she watches the two former lovers first face one another after so many years apart. Mickey's quite sure the whole castle can hear the trumpeting of his heartbeat as he breathes shakily, "W-Walt?" It can't be, and yet from the way the human is smiling at him, the ends of his mustache curling joyously, Mickey knows already that it can be no other!
Cinderella beams and clasps her gloved hands together as Mickey runs toward Walt and he dashes forward as well, quite spry for an old ghost who's still learning how to maneuver in the Land of the Living! Mickey expects to wake at any second, for this all to be only a dream, but Walt's hand in his as they reach for each other feels far too true to be only a figment of his imagination!
Still, this is Disney, and there's nowhere in this realm that holds a stronger means for making the impossible reality. "I-Is this real?" he breathes shakily, holding to Walt's hands with his own and trembling from the tips of his ears through the ends of his toes. "Walt? I-Is it really you?"
"Yes, Mickey, it's me!" Walt beams down at him, then draws him into a tight hug as Cinderella continues explaining.
"I wish I could make it last longer, but you only have until midnight."
Mickey turns to face her, still not daring to believe his luck. "H-How?" he manages to ask, and her smile turns patient.
"Mickey, dear, do you really need to ask?" she returns. "There are ghosts who waltz in this land of ours every night at the Haunted Mansion. I only wish I could give him to you for longer, but deaths that happen in this realm are considerably harder from which to recover than those in our own worlds."
"But is he really back?"
"For a day and a night," Cinderella assures regally. "He will be gone at midnight until Halloween. Make the most of your time together."
"We will, Queen Cinderella," Walt acknowledges and then draws Mickey close and kisses his cheek. "I've missed you so, my friend," he whispers urgently, and as he leads Mickey out of the room, Mickey's mind still whirling, the Mouse can hear Cinderella clapping and calling, "Next."
He glances behind them at the Pirates entering the throne room from opposing angles before turning back to face Walt. She told them they had until midnight. She need not have advised that they make the most of their time, because he has no intention of letting Walt go until he must. Still, they have a lot of rooms to walk through until they have their privacy, so for now, he contents himself with kissing Walt chastely and snuggling into his arm, his head resting on his shoulder as they walk together again at long last.
Behind them, a blade is drawn. "What trickery is this?" a Pirate Captain demands angrily, but Cinderella just waves at his sword as though she can vanish it with but a single thought.
"It's not trickery, Captain Sparrow, I assure you."
"She's right, Jack," Will says, clasping his lover's arm and grinning from ear to ear. "It's really me."
"Will?" Jack asks and touches him as though he can scarcely believe his eyes that he's really standing there in front of him. But the arms he pokes are muscular, the chest solid, and the lips . . . Oh, yes, the lips make him melt as much as ever they did before!
Cinderella claps her hands with glee, her blue eyes sparkling joyously, as she watches Jack dip Will before the entire throne room. She leans forward on her throne, watching their kiss deepen as their tongues spark a joyous duel in Jack's mouth. She sighs happily and leans back again, listening to Jack make some quick comment about owing her a debt before waltzing his love out of their room.
She wishes every one was as easy to bring back as Will Turner. It was a great deal easier to fetch him from Davy Jones' locker with her Fairy Godmother's help than it will ever be to bring Walt's spirit back to what passes for a corporeal form. She knows his spirit has never left the kingdom, but she knows the laws of this land are very different from their own, as she told Mickey herself. Still, for now, her people were happy, and that, in turn, made her happy.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Mickey and Walt, Jack and Will . . . " She calls to each of her couples, although they can not hear her, making certain that all are subjects are happy before finally signaling her animal friends to start the fireworks and laying her regal head on her Prince's shoulder. Her people are happy, and it is a truly joyous Valentine's Day for, for at least a little while, her kingdom is whole.
The End
Dedicated To: With endless love to my cherished Valentine, my darling Drew (I love you, my heart, and pray we get to share infinitely many more Valentine's Days together!!! Xs and Os forever, my love!!)
Author: Kat Lee
Fandoms: Disney, Disney Classics, Cinderella, Pirates of the Caribbean
Character/Pairing: Charming/Cinderella, Mickey/Walt, Jack/Will
Rating: PG-13/T
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,626
Date Written: 31 January, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
He bows as low as he can upon entering her throne room, his ears and whiskers both brushing the palace floor. He has known since the very moment he started this journey that he is being watched. He almost sent for his friends to join him, but he must show her that he can be trusted. Bringing allies, even the likes of Donald and Goofy, on a trip that isn't supposed to become a battle might give her reason to spawn war with him. He does not need that; nor does their kingdom.
Still, he's curious. She's never sent for him before. They have always reigned from their own places of power. Their paths have sometimes crossed, but never for long. He's not done anything to warrant her attention nor has he heard any news that might concern her from the rest of those who abide in their kingdom.
She's beautiful, but he still watches her lovely face very carefully. He's no stranger to the fact that beauty can hide ugly truths; after all, he did write half the original stories that spawned this kingdom with his dearest friend, Walt. Walt might have received all the credit publicly, but that's never bothered Mickey. He's never been in anything for merely the credit, after all.
She turns from conversing with her Prince as his name is called, and he witnesses her beautiful face light up. The stories concerning her loveliness are true, but today, he knows, he will learn how kind her heart really is. Still, she does not appear to mean him any harm as she exclaims, "Mickey! I'm so glad you were able to come today! Do stand up! There's no need for you to bow here; we are equals, after all."
His big, black ears are the first to betray his nervousness as the Mouse stands erect once more. Cinderella merely laughs it off. "Oh, Mickey, I'm sorry to have worried you. It should have dawned on me that I've never sent for you to come before, nor you I, and that you might fret something was wrong." She waves a gloved hand elegantly through the air, gesturing for what he does not yet know. "I merely wished to give you a Valentine's Day present."
"A p-p-p-present?" he squeaks, and her smile grows. His tail curls around his ankles. His gloved hands nervously twist his hat. He just could not seem to help his nerves. Something big was happening here today, and he still did not have the first guess as to what it might be. Yet, somehow, he felt certain that something would happen in this throne room today that would change his life forever.
"Yes, Mickey, a present from the Queen of this kingdom to its King." Her laugh is delicate, harmless, but still his nerves do not ease. "I suppose it is rather untraditional, us sharing the kingdom and yet still not being wed. Imagine us together in the romantic sense!"
She laughs again as he smiles and squeaks out, "Y-Yeah. I-Imagine that."
"But I sent for you today, Mickey," Cinderella resumes, "because I hate to see any one sad on this day set aside to celebrate love, and I know your heart is one of the saddest of them all."
He looks at her curiously but does not say another word. How can she possibly know how saddened he is when none of his friends who see him every day have realized how much he hurts?
"I wish I could ease your pain permanently, Mickey, but that, alas, is not within my power to do."
He opens his mouth to ask what she can do but quickly shuts it again. His tail twitches. That's probably not the best question to ask such a powerful Queen, but still, he wonders, what could she possibly do to ease his heartache? It's not as though she can --
"I can not bring him back," Cinderella speaks, and Mickey jumps, eyes wide and whiskers bristling. His tail sticks straight out. How could she possibly know what he was thinking?! But she continues unfazed, as though she hasn't even noticed how terribly he is now spooked. " -- for more than an occasional day," she concludes. "Halloween is of course the easiest, with the veils between worlds being so thin, but for you, my dear friend, for this day . . . Well . . . "
She gestures again, and this time, he follows her pointing fingers to a curtain that drapes across a nearby stone wall. Mice scurry about the hem of the velvet, crimson curtain; a few birds are perched on top of the curtain. As he watches, big eyes growing ever larger, the mice and birds move the curtain aside to reveal a man standing in another entrance way to the throne room.
Cinderella smiles as she watches the two former lovers first face one another after so many years apart. Mickey's quite sure the whole castle can hear the trumpeting of his heartbeat as he breathes shakily, "W-Walt?" It can't be, and yet from the way the human is smiling at him, the ends of his mustache curling joyously, Mickey knows already that it can be no other!
Cinderella beams and clasps her gloved hands together as Mickey runs toward Walt and he dashes forward as well, quite spry for an old ghost who's still learning how to maneuver in the Land of the Living! Mickey expects to wake at any second, for this all to be only a dream, but Walt's hand in his as they reach for each other feels far too true to be only a figment of his imagination!
Still, this is Disney, and there's nowhere in this realm that holds a stronger means for making the impossible reality. "I-Is this real?" he breathes shakily, holding to Walt's hands with his own and trembling from the tips of his ears through the ends of his toes. "Walt? I-Is it really you?"
"Yes, Mickey, it's me!" Walt beams down at him, then draws him into a tight hug as Cinderella continues explaining.
"I wish I could make it last longer, but you only have until midnight."
Mickey turns to face her, still not daring to believe his luck. "H-How?" he manages to ask, and her smile turns patient.
"Mickey, dear, do you really need to ask?" she returns. "There are ghosts who waltz in this land of ours every night at the Haunted Mansion. I only wish I could give him to you for longer, but deaths that happen in this realm are considerably harder from which to recover than those in our own worlds."
"But is he really back?"
"For a day and a night," Cinderella assures regally. "He will be gone at midnight until Halloween. Make the most of your time together."
"We will, Queen Cinderella," Walt acknowledges and then draws Mickey close and kisses his cheek. "I've missed you so, my friend," he whispers urgently, and as he leads Mickey out of the room, Mickey's mind still whirling, the Mouse can hear Cinderella clapping and calling, "Next."
He glances behind them at the Pirates entering the throne room from opposing angles before turning back to face Walt. She told them they had until midnight. She need not have advised that they make the most of their time, because he has no intention of letting Walt go until he must. Still, they have a lot of rooms to walk through until they have their privacy, so for now, he contents himself with kissing Walt chastely and snuggling into his arm, his head resting on his shoulder as they walk together again at long last.
Behind them, a blade is drawn. "What trickery is this?" a Pirate Captain demands angrily, but Cinderella just waves at his sword as though she can vanish it with but a single thought.
"It's not trickery, Captain Sparrow, I assure you."
"She's right, Jack," Will says, clasping his lover's arm and grinning from ear to ear. "It's really me."
"Will?" Jack asks and touches him as though he can scarcely believe his eyes that he's really standing there in front of him. But the arms he pokes are muscular, the chest solid, and the lips . . . Oh, yes, the lips make him melt as much as ever they did before!
Cinderella claps her hands with glee, her blue eyes sparkling joyously, as she watches Jack dip Will before the entire throne room. She leans forward on her throne, watching their kiss deepen as their tongues spark a joyous duel in Jack's mouth. She sighs happily and leans back again, listening to Jack make some quick comment about owing her a debt before waltzing his love out of their room.
She wishes every one was as easy to bring back as Will Turner. It was a great deal easier to fetch him from Davy Jones' locker with her Fairy Godmother's help than it will ever be to bring Walt's spirit back to what passes for a corporeal form. She knows his spirit has never left the kingdom, but she knows the laws of this land are very different from their own, as she told Mickey herself. Still, for now, her people were happy, and that, in turn, made her happy.
"Happy Valentine's Day, Mickey and Walt, Jack and Will . . . " She calls to each of her couples, although they can not hear her, making certain that all are subjects are happy before finally signaling her animal friends to start the fireworks and laying her regal head on her Prince's shoulder. Her people are happy, and it is a truly joyous Valentine's Day for, for at least a little while, her kingdom is whole.
The End
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Royal Valentines
Date: 2016-03-16 08:20 pm (UTC)Sweet and loving!!!!!!!!!!!