Cinderella/HoNDafterandalasiaJanuary 16 2012, 20:29:42 UTC
(Partially inspired by one of little_elfie's icons, with Esme and Lady Tremaine.)
Frollo is Lady Tremaine's brother. When Lady Tremaine gets sick of Cinderella, she sends her to Frollo instead. Either Frollo/Cinderella pseudo-incest, or perhaps Cinderella/Esmerelda meeting up and taking Frollo down? Up to the filler~
Strangeness and Charm, Part 1/3little_elfieJanuary 17 2012, 01:51:14 UTC
Strangeness and Charm, Part 1/3
The Minister’s eyes sweep over the young woman standing before him. Despite this outwardly cool appraisal, Claude Frollo is pleasantly surprised by this unexpected development - it has been many years since he last saw Cinderella and the girl has grown into quite a beauty in that time. Inwardly smirking, he takes particular note of her meagre possessions and appearance; his sister’s obvious attempts to undermine her young ward have backfired tremendously. The girl’s scuffed clogs cannot disguise those slim ankles and her shapeless dress fails to mask the gentle curve of hip and breast beneath.
Indeed, Cinderella’s beauty seems to shine through that threadbare rag, clear and piercing like a bolt of lightning behind his eyelids. His member stirs and he can feel an instinctive growl rising in the depths of his throat.
This feeling is vaguely disconcerting and Frollo grits his teeth, waiting for the flames to engulf him...he will not escape a second time...but no, this is not the same. The gypsy witch
( ... )
Re: Strangeness and Charm, Part 1/3afterandalasiaJanuary 17 2012, 18:31:14 UTC
Asashdg I just made this stupid squeaky noise of GLEE because omg this is AMAZING and SO FAST. I love it to pieces already, being from Frollo's point of view as he receives Cinderella. Arghhh~
Strangeness and Charm, Part 2/3little_elfieJanuary 27 2012, 00:33:43 UTC
Strangeness and Charm, Part 2/3
A subtle game of cat and mouse ensues. Frollo plays his part with relish; the benevolent uncle, bestowing lavish gifts and affection in equal measure. Cinderella, the eternal ingénue, suspects nothing. Blinded by this sudden reversal in fortune, she knows nothing of the Minister's intentions, of the endless nights he spends upon his knees, in thrall to the fireplace and what - who - he sees there...
Esmeralda, Cinderella. His women. They are one in the man's twisted subconscious...the heathen wench still haunts him, just as he now haunts his young waif's steps. Delightful child, she perches upon his lap and sings, unaware of the predator stirring, roaring to violent life at the promise of innocent flesh. He trembles beneath her, suddenly afraid - she knows, she must know...but still she sings on, like a caged bird...
Yes, such a pretty caged bird, how he longs to feel her fragile heart flutter in his clutches!The songs she favours are those he detests most - foolish, idealistic, romantic - but he
( ... )
Strangness and Charm, Part 3/3little_elfieFebruary 9 2012, 23:47:29 UTC
Strangeness and Charm, Part 3/3
The fates are often inscrutable in their dealings with humanity; Claude Frollo is grateful for this, for the casual cruelty of his God. He smirks, silently praising the unknown forces that have driven Cinderella to seek him out in the early hours of the morning.
She reclines at his feet before the fireplace, her melancholy expression illuminated by the dancing flames. The anniversary of her beloved father's death looms on the horizon, curbing her natural buoyancy.
Poor little rabbit, she has no idea how exciting her distress is to the hungry fox. Such a potent aphrodisiac...The thoughts pleases the Minister and he reaches out to stroke Cinderella's fair curls, twisting a stray tendril around his finger as she sighs and rests her head against his knee
( ... )
Re: Strangness and Charm, Part 3/3afterandalasiaFebruary 13 2012, 07:16:24 UTC
Hnnng this is so good, I can't even articulate it. It's just... perfect. Frollo is perfect, Cinderella is perfect, this whole setup is ingenius. His thoughts and the way he grooms her is so Frollo. Thank you for this fic!
Re: Strangness and Charm, Part 3/3afterandalasiaFebruary 14 2012, 22:51:52 UTC
Damnnnnn, I don't even know how I managed to miss the second half of this for so long. This is so perfect, the parts so wonderfully balanced, deliciously wrong. Thank you so much for writing this!
Frollo is Lady Tremaine's brother. When Lady Tremaine gets sick of Cinderella, she sends her to Frollo instead. Either Frollo/Cinderella pseudo-incest, or perhaps Cinderella/Esmerelda meeting up and taking Frollo down? Up to the filler~
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The Minister’s eyes sweep over the young woman standing before him. Despite this outwardly cool appraisal, Claude Frollo is pleasantly surprised by this unexpected development - it has been many years since he last saw Cinderella and the girl has grown into quite a beauty in that time. Inwardly smirking, he takes particular note of her meagre possessions and appearance; his sister’s obvious attempts to undermine her young ward have backfired tremendously. The girl’s scuffed clogs cannot disguise those slim ankles and her shapeless dress fails to mask the gentle curve of hip and breast beneath.
Indeed, Cinderella’s beauty seems to shine through that threadbare rag, clear and piercing like a bolt of lightning behind his eyelids. His member stirs and he can feel an instinctive growl rising in the depths of his throat.
This feeling is vaguely disconcerting and Frollo grits his teeth, waiting for the flames to engulf him...he will not escape a second time...but no, this is not the same. The gypsy witch ( ... )
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A subtle game of cat and mouse ensues. Frollo plays his part with relish; the benevolent uncle, bestowing lavish gifts and affection in equal measure. Cinderella, the eternal ingénue, suspects nothing. Blinded by this sudden reversal in fortune, she knows nothing of the Minister's intentions, of the endless nights he spends upon his knees, in thrall to the fireplace and what - who - he sees there...
Esmeralda, Cinderella. His women. They are one in the man's twisted subconscious...the heathen wench still haunts him, just as he now haunts his young waif's steps. Delightful child, she perches upon his lap and sings, unaware of the predator stirring, roaring to violent life at the promise of innocent flesh. He trembles beneath her, suddenly afraid - she knows, she must know...but still she sings on, like a caged bird...
Yes, such a pretty caged bird, how he longs to feel her fragile heart flutter in his clutches!The songs she favours are those he detests most - foolish, idealistic, romantic - but he ( ... )
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The fates are often inscrutable in their dealings with humanity; Claude Frollo is grateful for this, for the casual cruelty of his God. He smirks, silently praising the unknown forces that have driven Cinderella to seek him out in the early hours of the morning.
She reclines at his feet before the fireplace, her melancholy expression illuminated by the dancing flames. The anniversary of her beloved father's death looms on the horizon, curbing her natural buoyancy.
Poor little rabbit, she has no idea how exciting her distress is to the hungry fox. Such a potent aphrodisiac...The thoughts pleases the Minister and he reaches out to stroke Cinderella's fair curls, twisting a stray tendril around his finger as she sighs and rests her head against his knee ( ... )
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