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posted by PrincessBelle2
 "Look at me, Mommy!"
"Look at me, Mommy!"
The Frederickson Family quickly settled down to a happy and contented life together.

“Mommy, look at me!” giggled Rapunzel, holding up her hands, covered in paint. "Look at me, Mommy!"

She had paint on her face as well.

“Oh, honestly!” Ellie laughed, picking her up to wash her off. “You’re meant to put the paint on the paper, not you, Rapunzel!”

“She’s making herself a work of art, Ellie,” Carl replied, causing her to laugh again.

“Daddy, can I be an artist someday?” asked Rapunzel as her mother washed the paint from her hands and face.

“Of course wewe can, honey. You...
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 "Happy Christmas, Uncle Merlin!"
"Happy Christmas, Uncle Merlin!"
krisimasi morning dawned bright and early. The winter months spent in the guest tower would have been freezing if not for some of Merlin’s Enchanted fire, which made the place feel almost like their cottage in the country. Nevertheless it wasn’t exactly the same and Belle found herself missing their old nyumbani terribly. Still, she did her best to be cheerful and woke up early on krisimasi morning to gather her presents for Merlin, Archimedes and Arthur from the shina under her kitanda where she had hidden them.

“Happy Christmas, Uncle Merlin!” she smiled, brightly when he was awake. “Happy...
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posted by TheCrystalRing
Ariel’s life was currently in Hell. She thought she knew the consequences of her agreement with the witch; she thought that if anything went wrong, only she would be hurt…she was wrong. Dead wrong.
    Everything was going perfectly; she was human (at the cost of her voice, however), she was with her prince, and they were only one kiss away from being together forever. But then She had shown up and stolen the moyo of the prince, Eric, away from her. Ariel’s animal Marafiki had tried to delay Her wedding to the prince, and tried to recover the Mer’s voice, but in the...
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No screamed passed her lips. Nor did her eyes blink. She kept equal stare with the creature in the shadows. She dared not songesha and she dared not breathe. Nor did the creature. For her gaze was so honest and direct he dared not do anything to break its fragile state. He could not understand what it was in her gaze that captivated him. He held still for he felt if he broke this connection he would lose something valuable that he could not name. Something that he had not felt in years.

A clutter and crash came behind the creature. Both he and cinderella flinched but did not songesha au look toward...
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posted by Lena_t
It was very raining spring that mwaka and people try to save crop in the kingdom.
There was a lot of work and sometimes even children help their parents.
This kingdom always was rich and every 5 years on the spring there was Grand Ball. Kings and queens from whole world come to this ball, because there was very funny and they could meet all those friends. Royal's families can forget them origins. Royal’s families come for two weeks.
King of Dortney as always with his wife and two daughters was here too. But this mwaka was special because now his first son comes too. His name was Prince Harold....
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(A short fanfic I wrote as a part of the Disney Crossover What If game)

Part 1

Making his way toward a small town, Phoebus rode his horse in silence. It had been nearly a mwaka since the events of Frollo and the burning of Paris. Phoebus looked down at a woven band he had in his grip. His mind far from the task at hand.
Esmeralda had not made it through the events as easily as he. The man just barely kept himself from tears as he remembered how relieved he had been to see Quasimodo swing down and rescue the Gypsy woman's limp body from the flames, only to find out that it already too late. His...
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