Just some things I've come up with for future fan fics.
These may be changed due to some movies not being released yet, meaning the scene may not work how I have it, or I just changed my mind.
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(A/N So this is where I not only added my OC and the reader, but also Max. Now it doesn't show a lot from this, but I have my OC with Max and the reader with the prince, who I name Michael since it's close to Mickey. You and Max are siblings while my OC is the royal advisor to the prince. Now this is after the prince, Goofy, the reader, and Max get out of the scuffle with the guards with the wagon of food and it was reported to the captain of the guard.)
Once they were back in their home, Y/N sat by the fireplace that only had a lit candle. She hugged herself a bit until she felt a blanket over her and she turned to see the prince beside her.
“Thank you, your Highness,” she said.
“You’re welcome, Milady,” he replied.
He sat beside her as they warmed themselves by the fire.
“I‘m sorry for my actions when we met,” Y/N said.
“No need for that. I shouldn’t have been so bold with my actions. And for that, I apologize,” Michael insisted.
(A/N He had kissed her hand and basically flirted with her when she thought it was Mickey.)
"No it's fine. Though it would've been nice to know it wasn't Mickey flirting with me," she lightly joked.
He chuckled at that and responded, "That would've been helpful to you. I agree."
"I know now. Also, I'm grateful you stepped in to help the people the way you did. We haven't had much of that going on since they were robbed in the king's name," Y/N said.
"I had no clue that was going on. If I did, I would've stopped it sooner," Michael said.
Y/N smiled gently, placed her hand on his, then assured, "I know. And I also know that the king wouldn't approve of this."
"Thank you, Y/N," he replied.
"Your welcome, Sire," she nodded.
"Michael. You don't need to use formalities with me," Michael told her as he placed his free hand on hers.
"Very well, Michael," Y/N smiled.
They then faced the lit candle until Y/N noticed Max, smirking at them.
"Don't...say...a word," she mouthed to him.
"I won't...yet," he mouthed back before heading toward the window and looked out to the castle, hoping Mickey was doing okay.
But both siblings couldn't help but think of the ones they felt a connection with: Y/N about Michael and Max about Jamie. Max even pulled the handkerchief she gave him out and smiled at it. They didn't know why they thought about them since they barely knew each other, but it just felt right.
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A/N This is all I have for today. I hope you liked them.
