Disney Villain Boyfriend Scenarios

When You First Meet

       Ah, yes. The obligatory first meeting. First off, I'd like to say thank you for coming around. Second, when writing these I tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible, but I got sidetracked so this is mainly for girls until (or even if) I edit it to a gender neutral view. The villains that are not male will be genderbent (female turned to male) and I hope to add a few more in the future before we get too far along.

If you have any questions or find any inconsistencies, please comment below or message me. If you have any requests for scenarios, please comment down below or message me. If you just really like it or hate it, feel free to comment or message me.

Your name will be indicated by ______. (H/c): hair color, (f/c): favorite color.

Villains I plan on adding: Hans, Male!Queen of hearts, Jafar, Hades

Please enjoy..

[Warning: cursing, scattered at times, violence, fighting, weird, I'm sorry, forgive me, enjoy]

[Male!Evil Queen x Maid!Reader]

The king sat in his silken purple robes picking at his nails impatiently in a plush chair placed comfortably in front of a large vanity. Chin in his hand, he slouches gracefully somehow, furious at what his magic mirror dare utter in his presence. No matter how handsome a king he was the mirror told him otherwise; he wasn't the most handsome, strongest, nor fairest of them all. It was passed to his step-son, Snow, who took the crown in beauty and strength. He gnashes his teeth together as he erratically taps his finger against his cheek.

"You." His demanding, regal voice echoes as he points a finger at the few maids and butlers lined against the wall, heads respectfully (and fearfully) bowed toward the floor. "Come here."

The air hang heavy with fear and regret as the maids and butlers stole glances up. You yourself lifted your head just enough to find the finger pointed directly at you. Yes, the fearful king of the kingdom glowering from his velvety chair had just called you forward. And everybody trembled beside you, taking their own respective steps back. 'Traitors,' you resist the urge to glare at them, 'but who could blame them.' You thought.

"Is your head screwed on too tight? I said," his voice takes on an edge of anger as he rises from his seat, "come here." He waves a dismissive hand to the rest of the crowd, wordlessly sending them out of the room.

Your hands were clammy clasped together in front of your uniform. The desire to bolt out of the room with the rest of the rushed crowd overwhelms you, but your fear keeps you rooted in place. A nervous knot settles in your stomach. It was best you get moving or you'd end up in the dungeon. You take quiet hesitant steps to reach the king, maintaining as small a presence as possible. You kept your eyes glued to anything but the ticking time bomb a few feet from you.

A deafening silence rings in the room before the soft padding of feet on polished flooring and the ruffling of a robe catches your interest. It was probably the worst time to look up as well. There the king stood, rumpled black locks and toned fair skin, half-naked with the robe hanging loosely around his elbows. Your cheeks are sent ablaze as you tear your eyes from his physique mentally soaking in the image for later.

"Woman," he grumbled calmer than before. "Am I beautiful? Am I strong? Am I more fair than the snow upon the mountain tops?" His fists crumpled the silk of his robe, very nearly tearing the thin fabric in his rambling. He loosens his grip for a moment as he ghosts a hand over his chiseled chest.