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It was the 14th February, Valentine's Day.
The whole of Paris was in a lovey-dovey mood, because the feast known as 'La Jour d'Amour' was under way. Everything was decorated with hearts and flowers. Clopin was standing in front of the Notre Dame cathedral and was spreading roses among (which, in his eyes, was nearly every) beautiful women.
I was walking towards him and he playfully hands me a single red rose and wishes me a nice Valentine. I should normally be happy about such a gift, but it painfully reminded me of my inability to hold down a relationship and that I was still currently single. I was surrounded by couples and they all seemed so very happy together. Even Quasimodo could be seen amusing himself with Madellaine. I couldn't bear this scenery any longer and dashed away somewhere where I was all by myself and safe from this crowd.
I arrived at some place I mused to be a park. Exhausted from my running I settled down on a tiny bench to take a rest. As I was checking my surroundings I noticed that most trees were (festively) decorated, too. Even a pink, heart-shaped topiary was in front of me.
"Great," I thought, "even here I'm not spared from this tragedy...". The topiary made me brooding about my current situation.
Don't get me wrong, I was in love with somebody, but I don't think that he even knows I'm existing yet, let alone that he returns my feelings.
The awareness made me sob, as suddenly my chin was lifted up and I was looking straightly into the (beady little) eyes of Judge Claude Frollo. I was slightly blushing, "I couldn't believe my eyes, this was my absolute dreamguy!" (Yuck for some guys of you, I know)
He must've noticed me on his walkabout in the park.
Nevertheless I got very nervous and unsure in his presence and didn't know what to do at this moment. Clearly, if it weren't for me, I would've tackled his neck in a heartbeat, but I decided to tone it down, afraid, (that) he would be repulsed from my actions and rejects me (which would've broken my heart).
But he said that he wanted to show me around and took my hands in his own. I blushed some more from the touch, his hands were marvelous, so remarkably soft and gentle, it sent shivers down my spine. I tried to concentrate, but failed miserably...
He guided me a while through the park, where he sometimes huddled against my side. My emotions went wild, "could it be, that he liked me, too?" I hoped so. At the end from our little stroll we came upon a lovely pavillion/gazebo.
There, Frollo wanted to reveal something to me...
"Could it be, is it the time now, would he confess his feelings to me?"
He looked deep into my eyes, held my hands in his and came near(er) with his head...
"Oh my God, this is it! My heart was steadily beating faster) till the tip of his nose touched mine. I closed my eyes and nuzzled against him.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of tender lips upon mine and shot my eyes open.
Claude was in front of me, his eyes were closed (he really seemed to enjoy himself).
I started blushing again, but engaged willingly in(to) his advances.
I nearly melt into him and showed him my appreciation by affectionately fondling his hair.
Frollo thereupon intensified his kiss by snuggling deeper against my frame. He rubbed my back up and down and sniffed my hair affectionately. (This HAD to be in the story!)
He confessed between (multiple) kisses that he was truely/madly/deeply in love with me and that he couldn't imagine a life without me anymore.
(I was so glad at this moment, it seems my biggest wish had finally come true)
I sobbed again (this time from bliss and happiness) and Frollo wiped my tears away with one finger. He gave me one last big hug before he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.
He said he had a surprise for me. As I was asking him what kind of surprise it might be, he escorted me to his carriage, which was heading to the Palace of Justice (I assumed).
On our way I saw the beautiful landscape of the outskirts of Paris in the sunset (it was afternoon in/at the beginning of the story) and was astounded. I was soon lost in a daydream, where I imagined how nice it would be if I lived with Frollo in a tiny/little house on the countryside.
Frollo, who was sitting beside me, had mused/watched me all the time (kinda creepy...).
He decided to come a little bit closer before he put(s) his hand on mine and stroked it lightly with his thumb. I was brought back from my reverie as I watched him fondling my hand.
I took my time to relish the moment and soon, deep feelings were building up inside me, I felt so connected to him...
I didn't realize at first that we've already arrived at the Palace of Justice, so I was carried inside by Frollo (Wedding-style!).
There, everything was shining in red and pink and a strange smell came/crept into my nose.
I fell into a trance...
Frollo put me on my feet again and guided me to a big diningroom, where a candle-light dinner had been prepared for us. Contemplative music accompanied the romantic feeling as we sat down to Spaghetti Carbonara and a fine wine. We indulged into sentimentalities of the "good old times" and soon, I drifted off into never-never land.
Frollo then carried me into a big bathroom, where a romantic foam/bubble bath with rose petals and heart-shaped candles had been drawn. Again, I was overwhelmed by that excessive smell...
(I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but Frollo had prepared overnight a special love-potion in form of a perfume, which he had spread around/across the whole Palace of Justice, so the place was literally reeking of this 'Date-Rape-Drug'
-> kinda lame, but hey, Frollo was desperate at this point and wanted to be sure that everything went according to the plan.)
We got undressed and got inside the bathtub, where Frollo pampered me with various chocolate-coated/-fudged fruits. I got very relaxed and comfortable and wished this day would never end. After a while Frollo showed me his Master-bedroom, where he let my best Valentine's Day fade away into/with massages, kisses and other "subtle things"...
-The End-
The whole of Paris was in a lovey-dovey mood, because the feast known as 'La Jour d'Amour' was under way. Everything was decorated with hearts and flowers. Clopin was standing in front of the Notre Dame cathedral and was spreading roses among (which, in his eyes, was nearly every) beautiful women.
I was walking towards him and he playfully hands me a single red rose and wishes me a nice Valentine. I should normally be happy about such a gift, but it painfully reminded me of my inability to hold down a relationship and that I was still currently single. I was surrounded by couples and they all seemed so very happy together. Even Quasimodo could be seen amusing himself with Madellaine. I couldn't bear this scenery any longer and dashed away somewhere where I was all by myself and safe from this crowd.
I arrived at some place I mused to be a park. Exhausted from my running I settled down on a tiny bench to take a rest. As I was checking my surroundings I noticed that most trees were (festively) decorated, too. Even a pink, heart-shaped topiary was in front of me.
"Great," I thought, "even here I'm not spared from this tragedy...". The topiary made me brooding about my current situation.
Don't get me wrong, I was in love with somebody, but I don't think that he even knows I'm existing yet, let alone that he returns my feelings.
The awareness made me sob, as suddenly my chin was lifted up and I was looking straightly into the (beady little) eyes of Judge Claude Frollo. I was slightly blushing, "I couldn't believe my eyes, this was my absolute dreamguy!" (Yuck for some guys of you, I know)
He must've noticed me on his walkabout in the park.
Nevertheless I got very nervous and unsure in his presence and didn't know what to do at this moment. Clearly, if it weren't for me, I would've tackled his neck in a heartbeat, but I decided to tone it down, afraid, (that) he would be repulsed from my actions and rejects me (which would've broken my heart).
But he said that he wanted to show me around and took my hands in his own. I blushed some more from the touch, his hands were marvelous, so remarkably soft and gentle, it sent shivers down my spine. I tried to concentrate, but failed miserably...
He guided me a while through the park, where he sometimes huddled against my side. My emotions went wild, "could it be, that he liked me, too?" I hoped so. At the end from our little stroll we came upon a lovely pavillion/gazebo.
There, Frollo wanted to reveal something to me...
"Could it be, is it the time now, would he confess his feelings to me?"
He looked deep into my eyes, held my hands in his and came near(er) with his head...
"Oh my God, this is it! My heart was steadily beating faster) till the tip of his nose touched mine. I closed my eyes and nuzzled against him.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of tender lips upon mine and shot my eyes open.
Claude was in front of me, his eyes were closed (he really seemed to enjoy himself).
I started blushing again, but engaged willingly in(to) his advances.
I nearly melt into him and showed him my appreciation by affectionately fondling his hair.
Frollo thereupon intensified his kiss by snuggling deeper against my frame. He rubbed my back up and down and sniffed my hair affectionately. (This HAD to be in the story!)
He confessed between (multiple) kisses that he was truely/madly/deeply in love with me and that he couldn't imagine a life without me anymore.
(I was so glad at this moment, it seems my biggest wish had finally come true)
I sobbed again (this time from bliss and happiness) and Frollo wiped my tears away with one finger. He gave me one last big hug before he whispered sweet nothings into my ear.
He said he had a surprise for me. As I was asking him what kind of surprise it might be, he escorted me to his carriage, which was heading to the Palace of Justice (I assumed).
On our way I saw the beautiful landscape of the outskirts of Paris in the sunset (it was afternoon in/at the beginning of the story) and was astounded. I was soon lost in a daydream, where I imagined how nice it would be if I lived with Frollo in a tiny/little house on the countryside.
Frollo, who was sitting beside me, had mused/watched me all the time (kinda creepy...).
He decided to come a little bit closer before he put(s) his hand on mine and stroked it lightly with his thumb. I was brought back from my reverie as I watched him fondling my hand.
I took my time to relish the moment and soon, deep feelings were building up inside me, I felt so connected to him...
I didn't realize at first that we've already arrived at the Palace of Justice, so I was carried inside by Frollo (Wedding-style!).
There, everything was shining in red and pink and a strange smell came/crept into my nose.
I fell into a trance...
Frollo put me on my feet again and guided me to a big diningroom, where a candle-light dinner had been prepared for us. Contemplative music accompanied the romantic feeling as we sat down to Spaghetti Carbonara and a fine wine. We indulged into sentimentalities of the "good old times" and soon, I drifted off into never-never land.
Frollo then carried me into a big bathroom, where a romantic foam/bubble bath with rose petals and heart-shaped candles had been drawn. Again, I was overwhelmed by that excessive smell...
(I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but Frollo had prepared overnight a special love-potion in form of a perfume, which he had spread around/across the whole Palace of Justice, so the place was literally reeking of this 'Date-Rape-Drug'
-> kinda lame, but hey, Frollo was desperate at this point and wanted to be sure that everything went according to the plan.)
We got undressed and got inside the bathtub, where Frollo pampered me with various chocolate-coated/-fudged fruits. I got very relaxed and comfortable and wished this day would never end. After a while Frollo showed me his Master-bedroom, where he let my best Valentine's Day fade away into/with massages, kisses and other "subtle things"...
-The End-
'Here's a typical Valentine's story I came up with yesterday.
I apologize if it may sound too heartfelt/Mary Sue-like; but I guess, at this special day, it will be ok...
I just wanted to put my feelings in something else than a picture and give you a piece of my mind.
Warning: Ending could be a little bit rushed and could contain a little OOC-ness from Frollo'
-Enjoy!-
Notice: Plays plotwise in the Hunchback of Notre Dame 2, but Frollo is still alive, so it could be seen as a "Valentine's Special"
Further notice: This bittersweet story was first written in German and was later translated in English, so I apologize for potential grammatical errors
"..." <- thoughts
(...) <- comments/placeholder for additional descriptions/conjunctions/whatever
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Edit:
After skimming through all these comments I came to the conclusion that it was an utter mistake from me to ever tag this as a self-insert "Reader X...",
because it was actually never really intented to be seen as one.
I was 23 when I wrote this and I thought it would be neat to write a "Counter-Lust"-Prompt fanfiction from my perspective over the idea of what would happen if
someone was attracted to Frollo, who's attracted to Esmeralda.
(I know, this may sound weird and confusing, but to me, it kinda makes sense...)
Now, time went by and things have changed, and I can't look back at this the same way I used to be.
I don't feel embarrassed or feel regret that I ever wrote this, but I can understand that people may won't relate to things like that,
and I deeply apologize for any misunderstandings that came up over the past few years.
This was a one-shot for me, to see, if I have what it takes to write fanfictions, but after coming to terms with its consequences, I'll rather stick to my true talent,
and that is drawing stuff.
Nevertheless, I'll leave this here as a "first-impression-thing", and let you decide, if it's accurate or not, but thanks anyway for all the feedback!
I apologize if it may sound too heartfelt/Mary Sue-like; but I guess, at this special day, it will be ok...
I just wanted to put my feelings in something else than a picture and give you a piece of my mind.
Warning: Ending could be a little bit rushed and could contain a little OOC-ness from Frollo'
-Enjoy!-
Notice: Plays plotwise in the Hunchback of Notre Dame 2, but Frollo is still alive, so it could be seen as a "Valentine's Special"
Further notice: This bittersweet story was first written in German and was later translated in English, so I apologize for potential grammatical errors
"..." <- thoughts
(...) <- comments/placeholder for additional descriptions/conjunctions/whatever
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Edit:
After skimming through all these comments I came to the conclusion that it was an utter mistake from me to ever tag this as a self-insert "Reader X...",
because it was actually never really intented to be seen as one.
I was 23 when I wrote this and I thought it would be neat to write a "Counter-Lust"-Prompt fanfiction from my perspective over the idea of what would happen if
someone was attracted to Frollo, who's attracted to Esmeralda.
(I know, this may sound weird and confusing, but to me, it kinda makes sense...)
Now, time went by and things have changed, and I can't look back at this the same way I used to be.
I don't feel embarrassed or feel regret that I ever wrote this, but I can understand that people may won't relate to things like that,
and I deeply apologize for any misunderstandings that came up over the past few years.
This was a one-shot for me, to see, if I have what it takes to write fanfictions, but after coming to terms with its consequences, I'll rather stick to my true talent,
and that is drawing stuff.
Nevertheless, I'll leave this here as a "first-impression-thing", and let you decide, if it's accurate or not, but thanks anyway for all the feedback!
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Okay, I don't even know what I am doing here, I just watched both of those movies and wanted to know if someone actually loves Frollo, and I see that actually quite a lot of people do. And you know what? Nothing's wrong with it, I mean, sure, he is someone who nearly killed innocent people, burned down the Paris, was racist and almost sexually harassed Esmeralda, but, love is love and you can't control it. I actually must say (But mostly, I would rather not to), that I actually like him too. Some people like these kinds of people and I am one of them. And if I did read it correctly, you think it's disgusting, or something, right? Well, it isn't, sure it may be weird. But as I said, love is love and you can love whoever you want.