Disney Character x Fem! Reader Oneshots

Lady Tremaine x Elderly Reader •Unexpected Visitors•

❣️Thank you for the request @agemforlife and apologies for the long wait.❣️

🤍The version of Lady Tremaine in this oneshot is from the original 1950 animated "Cinderella" owned by Walt Disney Studios.🤍

✨In this one-shot you are about 50-65 years old. However old Lady Tremaine is your about that age.✨

(Y/N) = your name 💕
(E/c) = your eye color 👁

It's a quiet late fall afternoon and the crisp air brings me comfort. The breeze blows my stray silver hairs in front of my face yet I don't mind and let fly freely. Clutching my regal coat tighter I become more thankful for the cozy warmth it provides along with this charming day and beautiful scenery. Most of the crinkled colorful leaves have fallen from their trees and now litter the ground creating a sea of crunchy leaves across my property.

Tearing my weary old eyes from the scenery I lick my finger before turning another page of the current chapter book I'm enchanted by. Just as I'm finishing the page's first paragraph the sound of a raspy defeated sigh filled with dread perques my ears and grabs my attention. Looking up suddenly my (e/c) eyes meet a menacing yet remorseful pair of lime green eyes.

Searching the rest of the face in front of me I came to find an elderly woman similar to my age. I study her face and all it's details. How her wrinkles are etched across her face, how her silver loose strands of hair drap on her pointed nose and how beads of sweat roll from her forehead down to her pursed lips.

The woman seems so familiar to me. Her identity is on the tip of my tongue and it infuriates me that I'm unable to recall her.

"Mrs (l/n)," the woman starts awakening me from my thoughts. Her voice perplexes me further as she continues to talk, "I'm aware it's been awhile since we've seen each other but I'm sure the name Tremaine is familiar to you."

My book falls onto the ground colliding with the crunchy leaves. I inhale a gasp of the cold air letting it fill my lungs. Lady Tremaine, my first girlfriend.

"Tremaine, is it really you?" I ask. Tremaine nods and smiles the lines of her face showing it's apparent that smiling is not an action she does often.

"Of course it's Tremaine ms.", a scratchy voice says. Whipping my head in the voices direction I see another set of younger women.

One of the ladies has red hair and a pink dress while the other female has black hair and a green dress. Judging by the features it's recognizable that two women are related to my Tremaine. Most likely her daughters. My heart stings from the thought of Tremaine having a family with someone other than me. But then again I can't blame her for the world was and still isn't ready for a couple like us.

"Drizella and Anastasia be quiet." Tremaine snaps, giving her daughters an icy glare. The black haired woman, Drizella shifts uncomfortably as the red haired woman, Anastasia, follows the action. Looking back at me, Tramaine gives a sigh before speaking. "(Y/n), I know you don't want me to reenter your life but I, we, have nowhere else to go."

Noticing the pitiful beat up bags that each of the women carry my heart aches. Each one of the bags are small, only a little larger than a sactual and are very worn. It seems that the only few possessions the trio have are in those worn bags. Another thing that catches my attention about the group is each of them having the appearance of tiredness.. Again my heart squeezes tightly in pity for the women.

Still Im hesitate to fulfilling tremaines request. Back and forth like a heated tennis match the pros and cons are presented in my head.

Should I really let my long lost lover and her family stay with me. My quint cottage should suffice with accondating the three extra people. Then again I know practically nothing about them. Should they just stay on the streets and out of my hair? It would be easier for me but than again perhaps this is a chance. A chance for Tremaine and I.