Disney No. 1- A Goddess

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This is a Evil Queen x Male!Mirror!Reader. Oh, by the way, if you don't know what I mean by Mirror! Reader, you're the magic mirror.

Sorry for the cringe.

One of the ideas suggested by @JustANerd777.

Type of oneshot: possibly fluff and possibly angst

(Your name) looked sadly at the Evil Queen in front of him. She, as per usual, was watching Snow White with jealousy.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?" the Queen asked.

"First of, my name is (your name). Second, you are, no contest," (your name) happily said.

The Queen sighs. Every day he would tell her the same thing, ever since Snow White appeared, and before that as well.

"Why do you care for me so much, (your name)? What do you see in me?" the Queen asked.

"..." You did not respond.

He would have told her that she reminded him of a goddess, and he loved her - if he was being truthful. Yet the Queen would not reciprocate his feelings and most likely destroy him.

Yet on the other side of the mirror, the Queen was thinking rapidly. What if he said he loved her? No, impossible. He said himself that he only thought of her as a co-worker of sorts.

What if he simply said that she was beautiful? Then the Queen would have to pry again, and their relationship would spiral apart.

"Who is the ugliest in the land?" the Queen asked.

She looked in the mirror, but instead of showing her the face of the man, she saw a huge void of nothingness. Then the nothingness solidified into a picture of Snow White.

"Why her, not me?" the Queen asked, surprised.

"Is that how you really see yourself? As ugly?" the mirror retorted in anger.

"I did not mean that! I mean, why are you saying  Snow White is ugly while suitors are lining up to meet her?!" the Queen shrieked.

"Suitors mean nothing," the mirror responded.

The Queen was taken aback at his straight-forward answer, as normally his answers were vague and his voice sounded soft and dreamy, like he was not actually there at all. Yet this time he was down-to-earth, like he was tethered to the ground tightly, and wouldn't let go.

"Mirror,mirror, on the wall-"

"(Your name)."

"-who am I really to you?"

"...a goddess..."

End

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