Recollection: Disney Villains x Reader

Chapter 9: THE QUESTION

Aft erouy followed the hoof beats for a little while, you ran into Frollo! He was on Snowball's back still and he still had his skirt and UGG boots on, but he didn't have his shirt! You blushed really hard because you thought he looked really sexy but then you continued and gathered the strength to speak.

"H- hey Frollo!" You said with your E/C eyes shimmering nervously in the late afternoon sunlight.

"What brings you here at this hour?" Asked Frollo.

"I um—"

You were cut off because Snowball neighed. He whinnied, and you were about to ask it to shut up before you remembered what Frollo had said about calling Snowball an 'it', so you were about to ask him to shut up but you didn't because Frollo was polite enough to say it for you.

"Snowball, shut the fuck up." The horse rolled his eyes but did as he said. "Good horse," Frollo said after.

"Anyway, like I was trying to say—"

"Before this piece of shit horse interrupted you?" Frollo said, interrupting you.

"Yeah, before that. Anyway—"

"That's really rude of him." Frollo said, not aware that he was interrupting you again.

You stared at him quietly. He stared at you, oblivious as to why. Cue about five seconds of awkward silence before both of you tried to say something at once but that was really awkward because you both stopped speaking again after that so you waited like ten more seconds to say your thing. Awkward~

"I was wondering if you'd want to go out on a date? Or something?" You blushed because how could you be that to-the-point about it!! You absolute baka!!!

"N- no, what I m- m me-em mea- -a- nttn nionsdigsj wascdns was — was um -um. Uh—uh- -huh KYAAAA I'M SO EMBARRASSED"

Frollo seemed remarkably calm as he watched you completely melt down. You looked up at him, tears in your eyes, fearful that this had completely ruined his perception of you.

"It's alright, darling. I know it's just the brain injury talking."

Frollo was so nice! "That's... yeah. How can I make it up to you?"

"Make what up to you?", Frollo asked.

"Make it up for me being such a..." You trailed off, unable to find the proper words to convey your plight.

Frollo, helpfully, suggested some. "Klutz? Fool? Dolt? Moron? Dunce? Dork? Dweeb?"

"Uh-huh," you muttered. "All of those."

"Dear, you don't need to make anything up to me. I wouldn't be living in this house if I didn't like anyone here, and that includes you," Judge Claude Frollo said kindly.

"You- you're sure?"

"Yep," Frollo replied. Snowball stared at you judgementally— in the way all horses do, or maybe that's just the way they look at me— but you never cared about his opinion to begin with.

"In that case, um..." You wanted to run away and blush and hide, but instead you just blushed because you'd come WAY too far to give up on wooing him now. "Um, would you want to go out on a date with me?"

Frollo thought about it for a minute. "Sure, why not? Time and place?"

"C- can we do it tonight?" You stuttered

"Absolutely. Is there anywhere you were thingking of going with me?" Asked Frollo.

"Well I have amnesia so I can't think of any ideas, maybe you can come up with something?"

"Perhaps we could see a movie together?" Frollo blushed a little, looked away shyly and added, "Only if that's something you'd be up for, of course..." He smiled bashfully as his creepy-ass beady little eyes met yours.

"I'd love to do that! We could maybe watch..." You hesitated to even suggest it, but got it out without too much struggle, '...a romance movie?"

"Or we could watch The Human Centipede"

"Deal," you replied. Any movie with Frollo was better than nothing.

"Give me a moment to get ready for our little date, dear~" said Frollo. Snowball reared up, and the orange sunlight hit Frollo, whose shirt was still off btw, in such a way that he looked radiant. Ethereal, even.

Frollo rode off into the sunset, and you scampered off to get ready for your date night.