whalesaver11

Male!Queen of Hearts/Reader – Painted Hearts (Queen of Hearts – King of Hearts) (Alice – Alex) (This is entirely the original animated Disney version of the Queen of Hearts and not any other adaption.) ♥--------♛--------♥ The forest went on for seemingly forever. Maybe, following the directions from that grinning cat that talked in riddles had been a bad idea. Frowning to yourself and glancing down at your sore feet, you wished more than anything you could find the exit out of this strange world you had fallen into. It started off sighting a talking rabbit with waistcoat and pocket watch in it's paw. You

You had watched them all go, leaving you behind. It was a hard pill to swallow, but one you had to do never the less. You sent up a silent prayer that they would all come back to you. Your agonizing wait had officially begun. Tootles placed one hand tentatively on your shoulder. You couldn't turn to face him, it was all you could do not to go running after them. Tootles gently gave your shoulder a squeeze before you felt his presence behind you fade. You stood stock still for a little bit, biting back your tears and gathering your own resolve. You would do what Peter asked, but that didn't mean you liked it. You hated this. You hated feeling

You shuddered as you slipped into the basin of hot water Ivan had provided for you to wash in. The living room felt huge and empty with only you in there, since Ivan had at least had the decency to retreat to the bedroom while you washed.     As you leaned back in the metal basin to wash your hair, it struck you how peaceful it was. No brothers running around, chattering aimlessly and playfighting. You recalled the ordeal of trying to get them to take a bath; it wasn’t something you wished to repeat anytime soon. Still, you missed home. A lot. Even though Ivan didn’t seem like a terrible person and apparently wasn’t going

You and Ivan were both standing on an island of rock in a sea of magma. Through the heat-haze, you could make out a few holes in the rocky wall of the chamber, which was about fifty metres away. Behind you, the swirling black portal gaped like a grotesque mouth. Ivan clicked his fingers, and an arch of rock sprung up in front of you. He grasped your hand, and you realised that his wings were slightly curved around you. It was, you guessed, so you wouldn’t have to look at the molten rock that churned beneath you. “Go on,” he said, pushing you forward gently. You forced your feet to move, looking everywhere but down. Instea

How long had it been since they abandoned you here? Two hours, maybe three? You were really regretting lying down in the hay; now you couldn’t use your hands to push yourself up into a sitting position. It was rather undignified. Also, your forehead itched. Only when you were rubbing your forehead into the hay to try to relieve the itch did you realise you were being watched. You weren’t entirely sure, being blindfolded, but the prickling sensation in the back of your neck was unmistakable. You stopped scratching and listened. There was a throaty chuckle from somewhere above. Your body tensed up in anger. Here you were, bound an

“Are you sure there is nothing that can be done?” The bearded man desperately searched the faces of his superiors of any sign of doubt. All five of them gazed down at him from their high table in the centre of the village hall. It was clear that none were willing to reverse their decision. After all, ________was the only shred of hope they had left. “My daughter...”________’s father lowered his head to hide the tears. “She is only [age].” “That’s old enough,” the oldest and most powerful of the village leaders boomed. “She is the oldest unmarried woman. The is nobody who can

All eyes in the room were now focused on you and you could feel the weight of all the hope behind them. You swallowed hard; your throat feeling like sandpaper all of a sudden. You did have a plan, but you weren't sure it was even possible. Still you had to try. Taking a deep inhale you pushed your doubts aside and became serious. "It is my understanding that The Picanniny Tribe have lots of canoes for fishing expeditions right?" you asked the circle of boys. They all nodded in confused unison. "Right, well then it stands to reason that since the tribe cannot fly then they should know how to navigate stealthily through these waters. If Hook's

Slightly’s usual cool melodic voice did nothing to soften the jolting blow to everyone’s nerves as he announced Tiger Lily’s sudden abduction. All of The Lost Boys immediately gathered to their feet, their well muscled bodies coiled and poised for an attack at any moment. Peter’s devil may care attitude that he usually sported vanished the instant Slightly bounded into the room looking about as disheveled and rattled as you had ever seen him. Since the day you met him, Slightly had always carried himself with a graceful composed purposefulness. Seeing his emerald green eyes, which almost always seemed to glow with veil

You watched in silence as Tootles tended to the tiny campfire. His slim frame was bent over the crackling embers as his hands fanned the flames higher. The flames danced and grew under his skilled and practiced movements. The fire below him cast a warm orange glow all over the planes of his smooth pale skin. Your heart instantly began to ache for him. A boy his age should be in high school living with his parents and flirting with girls. He shouldn’t be starting fires, hunting for food, mourning murdered Indian Chiefs, or warring with deranged pirates. A boy his age’s only concerns should be homework or what he’s going to do

You pushed aside the bear skin curtain and charged into the main hollow of the tree where the only other room was. As soon as you entered the room it seemed that all of The Lost Boys had felt it. Though each of them seemed to be busy with their own things they all stopped and simultaneously turned to look at you. Tootles and Cubby smiled openly with a mixture of relief and joy, while The Twins looked as apathetic as they always did, and Nibs gave you a mischievous wink when you caught his tired eyes. Slightly having already seen you was busy hunched over the small table having a hushed conversation with two glowing pixies. They were shining s