Prince In Your Pants (Genderbent Disney)

Remy x Barry the Bee(you) 12am trash fic

You sit at a cafe table, latte in hand, smooth jazz music playing in the background. You read your book, the Agatha Cristie novel. Out of the corner of your eye you see a sleek, little blue figure walk past. In his hand is a tray of full ass baggete, and I firstly notice that he's not wearing shoes, or a shirt for that matter. But he does sport some nice Calvin Klein pants and a Gucci belt.

He's a big ass rat with big ass thighs and a round booty. "Good evening, what would you like to order?"

You didn't quite hear him at first, fore you were too focus on his bulging ass. You ask him to repeat himself and he politely does.

"Oh, tonight I would just like an order of ratatouille, with a tall glass of you." You say, winking.

The waiter looks a bit taken back, his face catching a flame with blush. Your eyes trail his scruffy chest and catch sight of his name tag. It reads "Remy".

He leans his head down and purrs into your ear, "Maybe... after my shift is done you can meet me out back and I could serve you an extra dessert."

You grin and nod, thankfully taking big ass baguette and enjoying your dinner because that is all you order. Fucking cheap ass.

You gaze out the window, looking at the Eiffel Tower, watching as the sun kissed the horizon. The moon comes quickly, chasing the sun like a cat would a mouse. Time passes fast and before you know it, the day comes to a close and you know that there is a rat waiting for you in the nearby alley.

Taking up your white Valentino bag, you exit the cafe and race to the alley. You spot him, leaning up against the wall seductively, staring at you with lust filled eyes. It makes you shiver and your stinger go hard(you're a bee I think. I dont know how stringers work).

You saunter over to him, popping out your hips with every step. You near him leaning into his face and muttering a sensual, "Do you like jazz?" Your hands begin to drag up and down his chest, "Cause I'm gonna make you jazz."

Remy wraps his arms around your waist, and you can feel his tail shimmy up between your thighs. It feels amazing.

But suddenly, a figure appears nearby, a malevolent energy radiating off of him.

"..."

Your eyebrow quirks. You didn't hear what he said. "Excuse me?" You ask.

"I said... GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY RAT!"

"LINGUINI SENPAI, NO!" Remy squeaks.

Linguine brandishes a cold steel and it as if fireworks go off. You feel pain shock through your body, the feeling spreading from the tips of your fingers to the ends of your toes. Gasping, you fall to your knees, gasping for air. You heave, desperate for breath, but your lungs struggle to keep it. Remy drops beside you, pulling your head to his lap. His claws caress your cheek, and you can vaguely hear him yelling at the Linguiny. His tears rain on your face as you start to fade.

You hear the distance sounds of police racing towards you. This is it, you think, your vision clouding and going dark. You feel cold, empty, dark. You feel the void tugging at you, desperate to feed its hungry little tummy with your Dimino's deep dish of a soul. You can see the after life, your family ready to accept you into their arms.

You fucking died you fucking loser weeb trash bad fucking ending try the fuck again

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An: I'm so sorry. I'm back bitches get ready for actually prince updates probably probably not.

Yes this is purposely shit. And comment you cowards I see you reading this.