❕️ 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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(A/N): Sorry for the lack of updates, y'all. My grandfather recently passed away and I decided to take a break from writing but realized it was a good coping mechanism because he was truly the only father figure I've ever had and writing these scenarios are helping me grieve. Anyway, sorry for trauma dumping XD and requests are open by the way! Send me ideas, pleeease!
WARNINGS: inappropriate language, mentions of domestic violence, triggering subjects, stalking themes. No beta, we die like Hook when the croc ate him 🔥
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•.↳ EVIL QUEEN •.
The hour you spent by yourself in the Queen's bedroom felt like an entire century that went by torturously slow. You were scared that she would come and get you at any moment, bursting in through the tall, sculpted wooden doors like she did back in the parlor; she was merciless towards those who provoked her fury, and you felt like you had done just that.
Much like the Queen ordered, you had been bathed and offered new clothes by the palace's servants before you were taken to her enormous private quarters by the guards. Once there, they closed the doors behind you and you were left feeling utterly dislocated and unsure of what to do, never ever having step foot on such a glorious room before in your little life. It was intimidating and you felt like you were in the wrong place the whole time. Just as you had gathered the courage to sit down on one of the lounge chairs, the doors burst open and you jumped back to your feet just as quickly as the Queen's figure appeared in the doorway. This time you made sure to bow in courtesy before her, which earned a smirk from her blood red lips.
"There you are," her imposing voice articulated.
The doors were once again shut and she slowly made her way towards you like the grim reaper would do to one of his victims, taking agonizingly slow steps to get to you. Then, she was once more standing right before you, the proximity and discrepancy of heights too obvious for your liking. For a brief moment she just stared down at you, her piercing green eyes making you cower in intimidation before she simply instructed you to take a seat, doing the same on the chair beside you. Your trembling hands rested on your lap and you refused to look up at her, scared you might faint upon doing so.
"I have never met a servant quite as young as you," she explained, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. "What brings you here, (Y/N)?"
The way your name left her lips made you shiver, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up with anxiety. Your mouth was dry and you had to breathe in deeply before answering, your shy voice just audible enough for her to make out what you were saying.
"My family needs the alimony, your majesty," you explained, "they said it would be best to dispatch me in order to cut expenses." The sadness in your voice while you spoke was distinct and the woman noticed how you held back tears.
