who wants some mice nonsense?
This is from my Son of Scheherazade story. Some UST between Prince Mickey and Genie Minnie.
It was quiet, save for the occasional sound of pen scratching against paper. Mickey was lost in his maps, outlining where the crew had been and where they would go, his eyes darting this way and that across vast territories. Occasionally his foot would fall asleep, so he would adjust his body atop the array of soft pillows under him, and perhaps give a thoughtful chew to the top of his feathered quill. His extra lamp kept a small flame burning, while as usual, the ‘first’ lamp was tied snugly to his belt, hanging off of his side.
Inside the ‘first’ lamp, it was almost as quiet, with an emphasis on almost. The genie within was wracked with nervousness, pacing back and forth in her cramped space while wringing her delicate fingers over and over. There were so many things Minnie wanted to do, to say, but her self doubt and years of misery before meeting Mickey bit away at any hope she had. Love between a genie and her master could never work out. All masters were the same, turning into greedy tyrants who would abuse her power for their own selfish needs. She had believed this for the hundreds of masters she served before, but…
But, well, this was Mickey. Mickey was unlike every master she ever had before, and not just because he was the most handsome. He genuinely seemed to care about her, and only used her magic as a last resort, as he didn’t want to abuse their friendship. He didn’t treat her as a slave or an object. He was a noble prince, willing to do anything to save his parents, but unwilling to take advantage of her in the process. He gave her respect, kindness, and even promised to grant her freedom, once the adventure was over. It was a promise past masters had failed to keep, but Mickey had yet to falter or show hesitance on it.
But what if what Mortimer said was right? What if, when his parents were saved, Mickey would have no more reason to be with her? What then? What would be the point of freedom, or even the point of living, if it meant she would no longer be by Mickey’s side? She fretted, and she fidgeted - damn Daisy! To make Minnie realize these bothersome feelings! - and finally she couldn’t take it anymore. With a great big gulp, she willed herself out of the lamp.
By now, Mickey was used to the pink smoke that would spew out of Minnie’s lamp every time she came out, so he didn’t bother waving it away. Instantly, the girl was next to him, though he didn’t raise his eyes. “Somethin’ the matter, Minnie?” He had assumed she was sleeping.
“No, master.” She caught Mickey making a faint sigh in his throat - time after time, Mickey had told her to stop calling him that, and it never worked. Perhaps he had given up for now. “I just… wanted to talk, but, well, I see that you’re busy, so I’ll just…”
“Aw, it’s okay.” Mickey placed down the pen, and began to roll up the map scroll. “I can work on it later.” Work pushed aside, he looked at her, a calm smile on that handsome face that now made Minnie’s heart skip a beat. He had no idea the effect he had on her - and naturally, she had no idea of the effect she had on him. “Whaddya wanna talk about?”
Minnie was sitting on her knees, hands on her legs, but her mouth was closed. How did one approach such a dangerous topic as love? She squirmed in place, unsure, while Mickey patiently waited. She chewed on her lip, trying to think of what someone with more experience and confidence would do. She thought of Daisy again - and suddenly spit out her next thought. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
Mickey blinked a few times in rapid succession. What an odd question. He knew Minnie’s confidence wasn’t one of her strongest points, but did she honestly need an answer to such an obvious question? Had she never looked in a mirror? “Well… well a’course ya are.”
“How?” Minnie didn’t know where she was going with this line of questioning but kept on it anyway, leaning in a little closer. “How am I pretty?”
“Um.” Where was he supposed to start? It felt impolite to stare at any part of her body for concentration. Could he get away with saying ‘everything’? Maybe not, given how intensely she was gazing at him. “W-well… ya got, um… real nice eyes. With, uh, ya know, good… colors, and…” This was starting to get embarrassing. Yes, he loved her gorgeous eyes, but to actually put into words was proving difficult. There weren’t any kind of adequate words to describe her beauty, so he felt rather inadequate in his articulation. “And, uh… cute… lil’ ears, and… and… Gosh, whaddya want?” He suddenly snapped, hoping to derail this awkward conversation.
Minnie flinched, worried that this might take a turn for the worst, but there was no backing down now. “But… do you see me as a pretty genie… or… as a pretty girl?”
But she was both! What kind of nonsense questions were these? Mickey scratched the back of his head, adjusting his turban slightly. “…Pretty is pretty. Look, mins, I dunno what yer tryin’ ta get at… I dunno what ya want me ta say… I ain’t ever talked about a girl’s prettiness before… Ain’t ever noticed a girl’s prettiness before!”
Now there was an intriguing revelation! With a hint of a smile gracing her lips, Minnie continued. “You’ve never thought any other girls were pretty before?”
“I dunno.” Mickey shrugged helplessly, not realizing he was saying exactly what Minnie wanted to hear. “I don’t really notice girls at all. Never did.”
“But you noticed me.” Minnie was absolutely smiling now. “And you think I’m pretty.”
“That’s what I said.” It wasn’t his fault. Girls weren’t worth noticing before. If she wanted advice on beauty and fashion, why not go to Daisy? What was his answers worth? “Why are ya askin’ me for, anyhow?”
Now that she had his opinion, it was time to offer hers. She hesitated, but then scooted in closer to him, and then took one of his hands with both of hers. “… You, master, are the most handsome man I have ever served.” She hoped that kind of compliment would give him the same kind of inner fluttering that he had given her.
“… Oh.” Mickey again found himself at a loss for words. It wasn’t the first time he had heard such a compliment - being a prince, many young ladies had thrown themselves at him with similar honeyed words. But this was the first time he had heard them from someone he actually wanted to hear it from. “… Gee. Thanks.” He glanced sideways at the burning lamp, hoping that its light was hiding the blush coming to his cheeks.
“And the bravest, too.” Minnie shyly cast her eyes downwards, and began tracing the outline of his palm with one finger, making invisible intricate patterns in his hand. “Why… I think you’re the best master I’ve ever had. You’re so… so strong, and noble, and honorable…”
Mickey’s breath caught in his throat. Something momentous was happening here, and if he didn’t do anything… he wouldn’t be a real man! A real man would take action if a pretty girl was caressing his hand and showering him with praise! A real man would seize the day and seize her! A real man wouldn’t think! So he didn’t, and he found himself grabbing Minnie by the wrists, yanking her in close as she gave a startled squeak. She was now in his lap, staring at him, and he…
…He had absolutely no idea what to do beyond this point. Maybe real men should think more often.
Minnie as quiet now, waiting for him. She had been surprised by her capture, but she was also excited. Was he going to have his way with her? Would months of unresolved tension finally be released? Her heart was racing at all the implications his grasp had on her, and she demurely looked away. Any moment now, he’d have her… so what was taking so long? All this anticipation was going to make her burst! Her mind reeled with impure thoughts, but he was the man, so he’d have to act out on them first. It was difficult to wait, a blissful agony, but she remained still as best she could, although her tiny tail was eagerly flicking back and forth.
Mickey’s mind was also racing, but on a different pathway. What was he supposed to do?! No one ever told him what he was supposed to do after grabbing a girl! He’d had the birds and the bees talk, but not the romance talk! Should he kiss her? Or hold her? Or let her go and apologize? Each passing second made him feel like a bigger and bigger fool. He had been holding back on his passions for this long because he didn’t want to take advantage of his ‘master’ position, but she was in his lap, her small body pressed up to him, her soft wrists in his hands, the feel of her silk clothing now real. His mind could only repeat one question over and over. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?!
Minnie’s patience was thinning. She closed her eyes, wondering if that would make things easier for the boy, but nothing came from him. She’d even accept a kiss on the cheek at this point, as long as he did something! Anything! “M-Master…?”
In that instant, Mickey’s passionate flame was doused. Minnie couldn’t see his face fall, as doubt and guilt burdened his shoulders. As long as she was still his servant - as long as Minnie saw Mickey as her master - then it wouldn’t feel right to act on his feelings. He couldn’t be sure if she was reciprocating, or merely trying to please him. He let go of her wrists, and gently pushed her off his lap and onto the piles of pillows. She opened her eyes, but Mickey spoke before she could question it. “I, uh, I just remembered… I think Goofy wanted some help, with the uh… ya know… anchors, and stuff… I-I’ll see ya later.”
“But, but, Master!” Minnie made a flimsy attempt to grab his hand, but her call only made him walk faster. He was gone in seconds, leaving her alone with only the company of a flickering flame. What had happened?! She sputtered, at a loss, and then grabbed a pillow, pushing it into her face so she could scream into it, flopping onto her back and kicking her legs over and over. Her master was a handsome, wonderful man… and he was so damned stupid!
It was quiet, save for the occasional sound of pen scratching against paper. Mickey was lost in his maps, outlining where the crew had been and where they would go, his eyes darting this way and that across vast territories. Occasionally his foot would fall asleep, so he would adjust his body atop the array of soft pillows under him, and perhaps give a thoughtful chew to the top of his feathered quill. His extra lamp kept a small flame burning, while as usual, the ‘first’ lamp was tied snugly to his belt, hanging off of his side.
Inside the ‘first’ lamp, it was almost as quiet, with an emphasis on almost. The genie within was wracked with nervousness, pacing back and forth in her cramped space while wringing her delicate fingers over and over. There were so many things Minnie wanted to do, to say, but her self doubt and years of misery before meeting Mickey bit away at any hope she had. Love between a genie and her master could never work out. All masters were the same, turning into greedy tyrants who would abuse her power for their own selfish needs. She had believed this for the hundreds of masters she served before, but…
But, well, this was Mickey. Mickey was unlike every master she ever had before, and not just because he was the most handsome. He genuinely seemed to care about her, and only used her magic as a last resort, as he didn’t want to abuse their friendship. He didn’t treat her as a slave or an object. He was a noble prince, willing to do anything to save his parents, but unwilling to take advantage of her in the process. He gave her respect, kindness, and even promised to grant her freedom, once the adventure was over. It was a promise past masters had failed to keep, but Mickey had yet to falter or show hesitance on it.
But what if what Mortimer said was right? What if, when his parents were saved, Mickey would have no more reason to be with her? What then? What would be the point of freedom, or even the point of living, if it meant she would no longer be by Mickey’s side? She fretted, and she fidgeted - damn Daisy! To make Minnie realize these bothersome feelings! - and finally she couldn’t take it anymore. With a great big gulp, she willed herself out of the lamp.
By now, Mickey was used to the pink smoke that would spew out of Minnie’s lamp every time she came out, so he didn’t bother waving it away. Instantly, the girl was next to him, though he didn’t raise his eyes. “Somethin’ the matter, Minnie?” He had assumed she was sleeping.
“No, master.” She caught Mickey making a faint sigh in his throat - time after time, Mickey had told her to stop calling him that, and it never worked. Perhaps he had given up for now. “I just… wanted to talk, but, well, I see that you’re busy, so I’ll just…”
“Aw, it’s okay.” Mickey placed down the pen, and began to roll up the map scroll. “I can work on it later.” Work pushed aside, he looked at her, a calm smile on that handsome face that now made Minnie’s heart skip a beat. He had no idea the effect he had on her - and naturally, she had no idea of the effect she had on him. “Whaddya wanna talk about?”
Minnie was sitting on her knees, hands on her legs, but her mouth was closed. How did one approach such a dangerous topic as love? She squirmed in place, unsure, while Mickey patiently waited. She chewed on her lip, trying to think of what someone with more experience and confidence would do. She thought of Daisy again - and suddenly spit out her next thought. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
Mickey blinked a few times in rapid succession. What an odd question. He knew Minnie’s confidence wasn’t one of her strongest points, but did she honestly need an answer to such an obvious question? Had she never looked in a mirror? “Well… well a’course ya are.”
“How?” Minnie didn’t know where she was going with this line of questioning but kept on it anyway, leaning in a little closer. “How am I pretty?”
“Um.” Where was he supposed to start? It felt impolite to stare at any part of her body for concentration. Could he get away with saying ‘everything’? Maybe not, given how intensely she was gazing at him. “W-well… ya got, um… real nice eyes. With, uh, ya know, good… colors, and…” This was starting to get embarrassing. Yes, he loved her gorgeous eyes, but to actually put into words was proving difficult. There weren’t any kind of adequate words to describe her beauty, so he felt rather inadequate in his articulation. “And, uh… cute… lil’ ears, and… and… Gosh, whaddya want?” He suddenly snapped, hoping to derail this awkward conversation.
Minnie flinched, worried that this might take a turn for the worst, but there was no backing down now. “But… do you see me as a pretty genie… or… as a pretty girl?”
But she was both! What kind of nonsense questions were these? Mickey scratched the back of his head, adjusting his turban slightly. “…Pretty is pretty. Look, mins, I dunno what yer tryin’ ta get at… I dunno what ya want me ta say… I ain’t ever talked about a girl’s prettiness before… Ain’t ever noticed a girl’s prettiness before!”
Now there was an intriguing revelation! With a hint of a smile gracing her lips, Minnie continued. “You’ve never thought any other girls were pretty before?”
“I dunno.” Mickey shrugged helplessly, not realizing he was saying exactly what Minnie wanted to hear. “I don’t really notice girls at all. Never did.”
“But you noticed me.” Minnie was absolutely smiling now. “And you think I’m pretty.”
“That’s what I said.” It wasn’t his fault. Girls weren’t worth noticing before. If she wanted advice on beauty and fashion, why not go to Daisy? What was his answers worth? “Why are ya askin’ me for, anyhow?”
Now that she had his opinion, it was time to offer hers. She hesitated, but then scooted in closer to him, and then took one of his hands with both of hers. “… You, master, are the most handsome man I have ever served.” She hoped that kind of compliment would give him the same kind of inner fluttering that he had given her.
“… Oh.” Mickey again found himself at a loss for words. It wasn’t the first time he had heard such a compliment - being a prince, many young ladies had thrown themselves at him with similar honeyed words. But this was the first time he had heard them from someone he actually wanted to hear it from. “… Gee. Thanks.” He glanced sideways at the burning lamp, hoping that its light was hiding the blush coming to his cheeks.
“And the bravest, too.” Minnie shyly cast her eyes downwards, and began tracing the outline of his palm with one finger, making invisible intricate patterns in his hand. “Why… I think you’re the best master I’ve ever had. You’re so… so strong, and noble, and honorable…”
Mickey’s breath caught in his throat. Something momentous was happening here, and if he didn’t do anything… he wouldn’t be a real man! A real man would take action if a pretty girl was caressing his hand and showering him with praise! A real man would seize the day and seize her! A real man wouldn’t think! So he didn’t, and he found himself grabbing Minnie by the wrists, yanking her in close as she gave a startled squeak. She was now in his lap, staring at him, and he…
…He had absolutely no idea what to do beyond this point. Maybe real men should think more often.
Minnie as quiet now, waiting for him. She had been surprised by her capture, but she was also excited. Was he going to have his way with her? Would months of unresolved tension finally be released? Her heart was racing at all the implications his grasp had on her, and she demurely looked away. Any moment now, he’d have her… so what was taking so long? All this anticipation was going to make her burst! Her mind reeled with impure thoughts, but he was the man, so he’d have to act out on them first. It was difficult to wait, a blissful agony, but she remained still as best she could, although her tiny tail was eagerly flicking back and forth.
Mickey’s mind was also racing, but on a different pathway. What was he supposed to do?! No one ever told him what he was supposed to do after grabbing a girl! He’d had the birds and the bees talk, but not the romance talk! Should he kiss her? Or hold her? Or let her go and apologize? Each passing second made him feel like a bigger and bigger fool. He had been holding back on his passions for this long because he didn’t want to take advantage of his ‘master’ position, but she was in his lap, her small body pressed up to him, her soft wrists in his hands, the feel of her silk clothing now real. His mind could only repeat one question over and over. What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?!
Minnie’s patience was thinning. She closed her eyes, wondering if that would make things easier for the boy, but nothing came from him. She’d even accept a kiss on the cheek at this point, as long as he did something! Anything! “M-Master…?”
In that instant, Mickey’s passionate flame was doused. Minnie couldn’t see his face fall, as doubt and guilt burdened his shoulders. As long as she was still his servant - as long as Minnie saw Mickey as her master - then it wouldn’t feel right to act on his feelings. He couldn’t be sure if she was reciprocating, or merely trying to please him. He let go of her wrists, and gently pushed her off his lap and onto the piles of pillows. She opened her eyes, but Mickey spoke before she could question it. “I, uh, I just remembered… I think Goofy wanted some help, with the uh… ya know… anchors, and stuff… I-I’ll see ya later.”
“But, but, Master!” Minnie made a flimsy attempt to grab his hand, but her call only made him walk faster. He was gone in seconds, leaving her alone with only the company of a flickering flame. What had happened?! She sputtered, at a loss, and then grabbed a pillow, pushing it into her face so she could scream into it, flopping onto her back and kicking her legs over and over. Her master was a handsome, wonderful man… and he was so damned stupid!