Everyone with a decent soul loves Disney and has fallen in love with at least one character. Now this oneshot book is your chance to be transported to a world with your favorite characters. Everyone is allowed to come!
Love interests can and will be...
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I mean no offense to the nun community or religion. This is pure fantasy and for entertainment purposes. __________________________
(Y/n) = your name 🤍 (E/c) = your eye color 👁
Darkness surrounds me along with the chilly air. How I wish to feel the sun on my face once more but I'm trapped. The freezing metal cuffs on my wrist attached to the chains that are infused to the brick wall chaff and burn my skin. No amount of words can describe my hatred for this claustrophobic small room and the man that imprisoned me here. I'm not even sure how long I've been like this. Maybe it's been weeks or perhaps months. This torture all started when I had caught the eye of Notre Dames judge Claude Frollo.
*Flashback yet told in present point of view*
(Y/n)'s POV
It's a normal day inside the church of Notre Dame and I'm wearing my normal attire: a raven black robe, head piece and long cross necklace draped over the said soft robe. Walking alongside a dozen or so of my nun sisters we begin our normal ritual of praying before the statue of Maria. Once we reach the statue I'm about to get on my knees when sister Maryland whispers to me harshly.
"(Y/n) light the candles for the lord must see us with the light." I nod and walk away from the group and instead down a hallway to the small closet where some candles are kept. I reminisce about my life which mostly has been in these church walls. Suddenly a large brute wall stops me in my tracks. The wall grumbles and looking up I see it's not a wall but instead Claude Frollo. A cruel yet supposedly holy judge.
Frollo focuses on his robe dark. and dusts it off from where we had collided. All the while so I apologize and Frollo grumbles about my clumsiness.
Then an intense stinging pain takes over my cheek. Frollo had slapped me extremely hard and I can't stop the tears brimming my eyes as I look directly at him. At first it's apparent he's scowling but then his breath hitches and he looks awestruck staring at me.
With Frollo frozen in place I avert my eyes yet Frollo's state still burns through my robe. "I'm sorry my holiness." I weakly muster out. Frollo at first doesn't say anything which worries me terribly. Perhaps he's thinking of more punishments for me. My anxiety tells me.
Just when I'm about to try and say something more Claude Frollo clears his throat and I direct my (e/c) eyes back up to him. His facial expression is now plateau. "Be more careful sister." He says in his husky voice then he carefully takes both my palms and puts a long candle in each. Frollo's bony fingers seem to linger on my skin, making me uncomfortable.
A few moments pass before Frollo let's go of my hands. He swiftly walks away without another word leaving me alone in the hallway flabbergasted on what to think of the situation and holding the two candles.
