MWW Drabble Blog

Charming scratched the back of his head and frowned. The girls were supposed to be downstairs by now for the little excursion around the city. It was his family’s turn to host the royal visits, so everyone was there and the girls were supposed to be down any minute. And it wasn’t like they’d ditched; the other boys were still here, so no one had snuck out. Yet.

“Prince Simba?” he asked as Simba passed by. “Forgive me but, have you seen the princesses?”

“I was just looking for them,” said Simba. “I told Ariel to be ready. We’re going to play laser tag. Come on, let’s go find them.”

They walked up the impressive staircase and started to check the rooms, calling for the girls as they went.

“Hey have you seen Nala?” asked Herc, appearing from his room. He straightened his tie as he spoke. “I just wanted to ask her something real quick.”

“We haven’t seen any of them in awhile,” said Charming.

“Any of them?” said Phillip walking up from the opposite end of the hall. Charming shook his head. They walked all over the castle, meeting up with Eric down the hall. He hadn’t seen them either, and after a few more minutes Charming was beginning to get a little worried.

“Jasmine? Anna?” he called, but then Eric held up a hand.

“Do you hear that? It’s coming from over there,” he said. By now the boys had mostly concerned expressions on their faces as they walked down the hall towards the faint sound. Simba opened up the door and the sight was...not what he was expecting.

The first thing he saw was Pocahontas and Ariel dressed in baggy t-shirts and their....unmentionables, dancing on each other with red solo cups in their hands. The music was some sort of rap song, loud with the bass thumping hard. He turned to look at Hercules, whose mouth had dropped open.

“Is that....Is that my merchandise?” he asked, looking at the t-shirt and underwear Poca was wearing. They were both purple with “ZERO TO HERO” stamped on them in gold letters.

“Hey guys!” Ariel waved frantically with her drinking cup hand, spilling something all over the place. She switched to her free hand. “Come on in!”

Charming turned away from them, too embarrassed at their lack of clothing. His eyes quickly scanned the rest of the room: Jasmine and Merida were in the corner doing shots, with Jasmine surprisingly able to keep up. Every once in awhile they’d look around the room and giggle before going back to their game. Aurora pretended to sing along to the song using a hairdryer as a microphone, and Kiara sat next to her holding her foot up to her face and...using it as a telephone? In the middle of the room Nala and Odette danced. Their style didn’t seem to have anything to with the music; one minute they were dancing like Poca and Ariel, the next Nala was spinning Odette around and laughing when they tripped and fell over.

Adella and Anna sat eating chocolate and giggling hysterically. Charming wondered if they made alcoholic chocolate. And Arista was showing Melody some new dance. He didn’t know what it was called but it was....certainly vulgar.

“We’re getting ready to go out,” Nala said as she and Odette tangoed past the boys, who stood frozen in the door way. They stood there for a few seconds more, maybe a full minute.

“Um yes, of course,” said Charming, pulling the door shut.

“Holy shit,” said Simba. Then he looked at Phillip. “If Kiara was drinking I’m going to kill her,” he said. Eric was white as a sheet, no doubt scarred for life from what he’d seen.

Simba narrowed his eyes and tapped his chin with his finger. As King, making difficult decisions was simply part of the job. Every day he had to make a choice about something, big or small, that would affect everyone in the Kingdom. Usually he could make peace with those decisions, but today he wasn’t sure that he would make the right choice.

He sighed and laced his fingers together. This was going to be hard. No doubt there were people who were going to be upset by this choice, and hell, he wasn’t even sure if he wouldn’t regret the decision later. But not making a choice was often worse than making the wrong choice. He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair.”

“Alright. I’ll have Chick Flick Cherry.”

His daughter, a prim four year old with hair his mother’s fiery red color but somehow straight like his, grinned. “Great choice,” she said smoothly, and picked up the bottle of nail polish.

“Chick Flick Cherry? Are you kidding me? That’s going to do absolutely nothing for you, seriously. Do You Lilac It would do so much more for your eyes,” said Flynn as his little girl concentrated on his own nails.

“I’m going to add tiny little curlicues!” said the girl, who had Rapunzel’s eyes and apparently, her talent for painting.

“That’s great sweetheart. I mean look at this and don’t tell me I Can’t Cope-acabana isn’t perfect for my complexion.”

Simba snorted and laid his head back in the chair.

“After we paint your nails, we’re gonna pick out the perfect gowns for the ball!” said his daughter, and both the girls nodded.

“You can say whatever you want about my nails,” said Simba. “But my hair looks amazing.” It was full of little clips and bows, with a nice big yellow flower tucked behind his ear to finish off the look.

Flynn snorted. “I’m still prettier than you, man.”