❕️ Based on the works of @ThisWasABet21 and @Turtleangel10❕️
As the title implies, this book contains preferences and scenarios for both Disney and Pixar's animated villains!
Can be read as "Yandere", "Possessive" and/or "Parent Villains."
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WARNINGS: inappropriate language, mentions of domestic violence. No beta, we die like Grimhilde when those dwarfs fucked her up with a giant rock lmao
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•.↳ JUDGE CLAUDE FROLLO •.
On that storm-laden night, Notre Dame became a theater of nature's fury. Thunderclaps tore through the darkened heavens, unleashing icy raindrops that descended like daggers from the sky. The wind, a relentless force, scraped against the skin of the homeless, who trembled in the biting cold.
It was a night when even the Lord seemed to withhold mercy.
In the obscurity of the streets, a woman, a mere semblance of a human due to her malnourishment, hid herself. Cradling a precious burden in her boney arms, she seeked shelf from the storm. This woman, known as (M/N), your mother, clung to a reality that, in mere moments, would dissolve as if it never existed.
From the shadows emerged figures, drawn to her vulnerability. They discovered her, and she had no sanctuary.
"Quick," commanded an unyielding voice, "Apprehend this thief and ensure she returns what she stole."
Struggling to see through the darkness, the woman's eyes widened as silent lightning briefly revealed the face of her tormentor.
Judge Claude Frollo.
"I stole nothing! Please!" she pleaded desperately, met with a blow that sent her sprawling to the cold, wet ground - an impact she never anticipated.
Yet, even in her fall, she clung fiercely to the precious load. She would not release it; she could not.
(M/N)'s anguished cries reverberated through the desolate streets as she prayed the heavens for God's mercy.
"Silence, wench!" ordered Judge Frollo, stepping down from his horse to confront the desperate woman.
"You are a stranger to God," he hissed, wrenching her up by her hair, "and His justice shall be administered..."
Suddenly, her arms were empty of the cherished burden as it was snatched away.
"Now!"
Desperation tore her apart as she tried to reclaim what was taken, only to succumb to unconsciousness under the force of another blow to the back of her head.
That night, mother's life was lost
Frollo and his men, initially praying upon her soul, fell into stunned silence when an agonizing cry pierced the air. What they thought was a stolen sack revealed itself to be an infant. Each man stared, their eyes full guilt and repentance.
Claude Frollo lifted the baby into the rain, his gaze drawn upwards. Above them, the beautifully sculpted image of the Virgin Mary cradling baby Jesus seemed to watch. Frollo unconsciously mirrored the pose, holding the infant close with newfound purpose.
