NekoCatNya

You pulled hard on the ropes and rang the bells with the help of your gargoyle friends as morning came. Frollo, as usual, was out early so you were left alone and that was until… “Good morning!” You yelped in surprise, not expecting somebody else’s presence to be there. You looked over your shoulder while hugging the ropes to your chest then saw Esmerald, leaning his side on the door frame of the big doors that led to the balcony. The sun was shining brightly behind him that you weren’t able to see his face clearly as he was against the light but his smile and his emerald eyes were still clear as day. You then

Part {3/3?} {Modern AU} Male!Esmeralda x Fem!Cold!Reader Listen to this (during reading, before reading, whenever): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ob50nNoGhTU       W I N E  G L A S S E S clinked and uppity chatter sounded throughout the walls, bouncing in your hollow ears.  Smiles of congratulations were thrown with petty words at the happy couple comprising of you and your fiancée.  His hand, frigid in touch, rested on your lower back, holding you in a façade of a happy couple.  You both smiled to further push your joy onto the socialites around you.  In your part, the action was forced by a pinch that resonated and throbbed

~Author's Note: Hi, again!! So glad to see you lovely people ;)~ ~Reminder: Lyuba=love/Pakvora=beautiful~ ~Enjoy!~ There was a point in time when you were wary about leaving the countryside for the city, mostly because of the warnings that it was filled with demons, monsters and succubi in human form. Yet as a wing-adorned devil places a wreath upon your head before going to dance with a lobster boiling a chef, you can’t help but laugh. Everything—everyone—around you is backwards—brass is treated as gold, kings are clowns, the pretty are mocked while the priests are charmed. It’s complete blasphemy, but you ad

~Author's Note: Esmeralda=Esmeraldo; I made him a bit more cynic than his female counterpart, just fyi. Some Romani definitions: ~Lyuba: love/Pakvora: beautiful~ ~Enjoy!!~ It’s January 6th, ten in the morning in Île de la Cité, France. The city is bustling with activity, and more so than usual—or from what you know, at least. You aren’t a native to city life, but rather trace your origins to the quiet countryside beyond Notre Dame. (The “coming of age” and, more importantly, need for money drove you to abandon your modest surroundings in exchange for that of a maidservant—not lavish, but well o