Disney Villains Parent Preferences/Scenarios 2! (Requests open)

Bonding/Naming

Ratigan

It's been about a week since Little Harper joined their "family", she was an energetic little thing and was never able to sit still for a newborn. The other henchmen were somewhat confused when their boss had entered the room one day with Harper in his arm, talking about their plans as if things were normal.

"Boss, Don't Harper seem a bit different than a mouse to you?" one of the men asked one day when Harper obviously was noticeably a rat as she drank from a bottle in a sling that was attached to Ratigan.

Ratigan slowly squinted down at the mouse, "and what makes you say that?" he asked, his sharp teeth showing.

"Well, obviously, she's a bit big for a baby mouse, her ears are still big like a baby mouse but she's got those weird teeth and her tail seems really long and gross and-gkrt!!" The mouse was cut off when Ratigan grabbed his throat and threw him into Felicia's room, ringing the bell for the cat to come get her meal.

"There is absolutely no way you would be some disgusting creature like a rat" Ratigan huffed, crossing his arms, while being careful of Harper, despite his disdain for the term, Ratigan knew he was a rat but he didn't want anyone else seeing him as one, rats had such a horrible reputation, he didn't want to be apart of that.

A small noise on his chest made him look down, Harper was staring up at him, this was one of the rare times that he got a good look at her since for a newborn rat, she was still quite young and had her fur growing in and her eyes and ears opening more. Harper had dark black and white fur growing in, her eyes were dark brown and her ears were unexpectedly large, even for a rat who generally had smaller ears than mice. She was a rat though, obviously, her features and tail and such screamed rat.

Ratigan only smiled slightly when the baby stared at him, seemingly interested in this man who has been taking care of her ever since she first saw him.

Chernabog

"Little One, The sun is still up" Chernabog rumbled from inside of his wings when he noticed his newborn child stirring from her sleep and trying to leave the protective cover of his wings. The little one looked up at her father before pointing at his wings to open them.

"The light is not good for us, you must go back to sleep until night falls upon us again" Chernabog stated picking her up to put her back onto her nest like sleeping area that was upon the mountain top they called home from inside of his wings.

The baby girl only latched onto his hand when he tried to put her onto her bed, laughing slightly when tried to get her off.

"energetic" Chernabog softly chuckled as a thought came to his mind, it's only been a few months since his child was born and he hasn't had a name for her.

A sharp blink of pain was felt from his thumb as he looked down and saw his child already biting at his hand to put her down, it was interesting to see her sharp teeth already growing in. "Hmm, Bellona, means goddess of war and destruction, you're not afraid to cause damage" Chernabog decided chuckling in amusement when she seemed to get increasingly frustrated with being held.

He found her frustration funny as he playfully thwarted every attempt she made to leave his wings. Bellona eventually grew tired enough to go back to sleep and wait for the sun to actually go down where the night would come.

Scar

It's been about a month since the new cub joined the pride, he seemed to play well with the others and such and the other lionesses would tend to him as if they were his mother every now and then. But, to Scar's annoyance, the little lion cub seemed to rotate back to Scar.