A/N: I used my Disney/Animated films playlist on for this batch! :D Enjoy~!
Can You Feel The Love Tonight? - The Lion King
They were laughing, the sound gathering from deep in their chests and spilling from their mouths, one a higher trill then the others deeper chuckle. Lips touched lips now and then, fingers intertwined, chests pressed together as they lay on top of one another in the tall grass. Green stems tickled at their skin, poking at them through their clothes. Crickets jumped away from their forms rolling on the hill, chirping in alarm as they avoided the larger creatures crushing bodies.
The sky was a deep purple, pink and orange staining the horizon as the sun sank below the earth. Stars were peeking through the atmosphere, and as Alfred looked down at Arthur lying under him, he could see them reflected in his bright green eyes. His dark lashes caressed his pale cheeks and he blinked slowly up at the younger, a smile on his lips. He brought a hand up to stroke Alfred's hair and bring his face down so he could kiss him again.
They stayed connected in this beautiful way, mouths moving in a slow and languid dance. Their noses brushed one another's as they twisted their heads now and then for a different angle, a different way to taste each other.
The love was tangible in the evening air, and both of them were at peace.
I See The Light- Tangled
Arthur's fingers gripped the side of the boat tightly, his knuckles white from the pressure he put on his hands. His breath stopped as he saw them- the lights. They were coming from the kingdom, a cloud of floating orange lights, drifting towards the lake the boat was on. He felt the corners of his mouth lift in a smile, a small peal of disbelieving laughter coming from his mouth. Holding onto the bow of the small rowboat with one hand he stood up, reaching out with his other, pretending to grab at the glowing orbs.
They came closer, and soon they were floating all around the boat, hovering above the water that reflected the orange illuminations. Arthur held out his hands and one of the paper lanterns landed in his palms. He stared at it, feeling the tiny flame's warmth licking at his fingers before gently giving it a push into the air and watching it fly into the air and join its hundreds of brothers and sisters. A small clearing of a throat reminded him that he wasn't alone on the boat, and he met the blue-turned-orange eyes of Alfred, who was smiling at him softly and holding out two paper lanterns of their very own.
Arthur took the lantern from him, not looking away from his face, and set it aside, sitting down across from him. Alfred tipped his head to the side, confused.
"Thank you..." Arthur breathed, reaching out and touching his cheek gently. "Thank you for taking me to see the lights."
"You're welcome," Alfred whispered, his grin appearing again. "Thank you for... for letting me see you."
Arthur gave him a smile of his own, leaning forward and softly meeting his lips in a kiss.
Prince Ali- Aladdin
Alfred grinned and waved at the crowds, protected from the sun by the large canvas over his head. They cheered as he appeared, staring and pointing and applauding his very presence. A flick of his hand and his personal servants began throwing gold and jewels at the people, who shouted and began scrambling for the precious pieces. This only brought forth more screaming and clapping, and he soaked up the attention, beaming and standing up to let more people see him.
They began to kneel, getting down on one knee as he came closer and closer to the palace, practically groveling at his very feet. Alfred remembered that he would have done the exact same thing, hoping and praying for the money to buy bread and basic necessities to live. He motioned for more gold to be thrown, receiving more cries of joy and encouraging cheers. The palace was even closer, the great stone walls looming up in front of him. The gates were opened, waiting for him to pass through, him.
The orphan. The thief. The unwanted street rat that was only ever shown kindness by one- the Prince of the kingdom.
Alfred grinned as the gates to the castle closed behind his parade of magical riches and fake citizens that were the products of a single wish made to a genie- the genie who turned him into a Prince as well. Gilbert could be seen at the front of the procession, looking like a human, casting his magic and making it all possible for someone like Alfred to cross over the threshold into a style of life unknown to him.
And Alfred was going to finally meet Arthur. Not as a lowly citizen, but as an equal.
Someone he could love.
When We're Human- The Princess and the Frog
Arthur put his paws up on the railing of the bus, flattening his ears against his head as he tried to ignore the two... hooligansbehind him.
"If I become a human being," The Great Dane who called himself Leo was down on all fours, his tail wagging in the air. "As I hope to be, I'm gonna make all them humans jealous of me and my music- listen!"
He threw his head back and howled at the moon, the sound getting torn away from his muzzle as the wind passing over the top of the bus pushed the noise behind them. Arthur growled and put his paws over his ears as Alfred laughed loudly in approval.
"When I'm myself again, I want just the life I had," Alfred mewed, his blue eyes sparkling in the city lights flashing by. "A party every single night with a red head on my left arm, a brunette on my right... yeah, and two blondes holding a plate of cheeseburgers for me to help myself to!"
Leo and Alfred chuckled and Arthur whipped around, whiskers twitching angrily. "Your modesty is astounding," he spat. "Not to mention your sense of responsibility. I've worked hard for everything I've got! When I'm a human being, at least I know that that's the way it's supposed to be."
"Ease up, Iggy!" Alfred chuckled, leaning back on the railing off the bus. "When we're human, we won't ever have to see each other again... you can get right back on working your butt off for nothing, I can get back to partying, and Leo here can show the world his vocal skills."
Arthur flicked his tail back and forth angrily. Perhaps Alfred had a point- once the two of them were human again... well; he'd never have to look at the bloody git ever again.
I Won't Say (I'm In Love) - Hercules
Alfred F. Jones. Golden hair, straight side bangs, a stupid (endearing) piece that stuck up in the front. Clear blue eyes the color of the afternoon sky covered with wire glasses. A blinding, crooked smile that lit up the room. Lightly tanned skin covered with a Superman t-shirt and baggy jeans. Canvas sneakers. Jock. Dork. Optimistic to the point of being annoying. Ridiculous hero-complex. Genuine. Truthful. Obnoxious.
The type of person Arthur Kirkland refused to acknowledge as anyone anymore than a classmate.
Arthur would roll his eyes when Alfred scored the winning touchdown of a football game and threw down his helmet in triumph. Arthur would scoff when the American had to count on his fingers in Geometry II, but received an "A" on the test anyway. Arthur watched expressionlessly when he got up from his lunch table just to tell the cafeteria lady that she had made a perfect cheeseburger. Arthur stayed a few yards back during the five minute walk they shared before he turned into his neighborhood just to see Alfred sing and dance to the music in his ear buds.
Arthur met Alfred's eye in the hallway every now and then, and the former would flash the brightest grin his way, and he would flush and hurry to his next class.
And each and every time, Arthur would fall for Alfred just a bit more.
One of Us- Lion King II
Alfred ran. Behind him, he could hear the screams and shouts of enraged citizens, urging him to go faster. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, his breath tearing at his lungs as he tried to breathe while moving so fast. His blood was pumping far too quickly, and his head was spinning as it tried to get oxygen to his brain.
Deception. Disgrace. Outrage. Outsider.
Evil.
The mockery and insults bit at his ears, and he couldn't drown them out. Alfred reached the top of the hill and looked back, searching the angry and accusing eyes of the people for the one pair... the one pair that might forgive him, that might believe him when he said he didn't do anything wrong...
He found them. The unnaturally green eyes met his, sadness, shock, and betrayal reflected in the irises. There was nothing in those eyes that read of forgiveness or understanding. Alfred felt his own eyes widen, felt his hands clenched at his sides, his entire body shaking with barely suppressed anguish.
He is not one of us...
He turned away, unable to look any longer, and ran.
Best of Friends- Fox and the Hound
Splash!
Alfred was surrounded by cold water and bubbles for a moment before bobbing to the surface, shaking his hair out.
"Stop that!" Arthur cried out as water droplets flew towards him. "You're getting me even more wet!"
Alfred grinned and swam over to him, throwing his arms around his friend's neck. "Ha, but you're already in the water, silly!"
"But now it's all in my eyes!" Arthur complained, putting his hands on top of Alfred's shoulders. "It stings!"
Alfred laughed and planted a sloppy, wet kiss on Arthur's forehead. "Better?"
Arthur blushed and shoved him away, smiling shyly. "You're a git."
"You tell me that every day!" Alfred beamed at him. "I can't decide if it's a good thing or a bad thing!"
Arthur opened his mouth to reply when a voice began to shout his name. He looked at Alfred, his happy expression fading to sadness. "I have to go..."
Alfred nodded, feeling his own face fall. "Yeah... same place tomorrow?"
"If Da doesn't make me stay inside," Arthur looked down. "He's getting suspicious."
"It's not fair!" Alfred said loudly, crossing his arms. "Why can't we play together? I think it's stupid! Just because my parents are patriots and yours are loyalists... not fair!"
"I know..." Arthur's gaze darted towards the place where his name was being called with increasing annoyance, and then he leaned forward and kissed Alfred's cheek quickly. "I'll be here tomorrow if I can, yes?"
"Alright," Alfred smiled at him as he began to walk out of the creek, treading water. "Bye, Arthur!"
"Goodbye, Alfred," Arthur made it out and stood up on dry land, waving as he left. "See you soon."
Zero to Hero- Hercules
Alfred F. Jones could barely go anywhere now without at least ten people screaming and pointing in disbelief and glee. He would wave and smile charmingly, and the girls would practically fall over, scrambling for their cameras and phones for proof that they'd seen him. Sometimes he'd be asked to sign something, and he would do so, laughing and nodding with whatever they said. He was swarmed at public places, and he was genuine in answering questions and shaking hands, a beaming smile on his face the entire time.
Newspapers and magazines had his face plastered all over them and his very first photo-shoot, in which he was embarrassed to take off any more than his shirt, sold out in the first 24 hours. Once, he was stopped on his way to the studio by a police officer just to sign an autograph for his daughter. Alfred was a sensation, someone everyone looked up to, the blonde-haired blue-eyed heart throb. The first time he ever saw a photo shopped picture of himself for an advertisement for a porn site he spat his coffee all over the laptop.
It was his dorky charm that drew the people in. Alfred was awkward as a star, a little bit uncomfortable with all the attention on him but always smiling, always being himself, and that's why everyone loved him. He was the perfect model of 'if I can do it, so can you'. He stumbled and tripped and was so humanas opposed to make-up clad celebrities, so that everyone could relate to him, could want to be him, and could imagine him as their friend. If they didn't like him, such as negative bloggers or comedians, one personal appearance on a show or a letter sent personally to the person themselves would make another member of the fan club.
Everyone loved him, everyone wanted to be close to him, and until the day he met the grumpy, ill-mannered, foul-mouthed, easily flustered Arthur Kirkland, stingy Englishman extraordinaire, he was used to people simply accepting him as a perfectly imperfect person. But the day Alfred ducked into a privately owned bookstore to get away from the paparazzi he received an encyclopedia to the face and was told to "Get the bloody hell out! Can't you read the sign? We're closed!"
It was absolutely love at first sight- once Arthur had given him a band aid for the cut on his head he'd caused. It was a challenge. It was new. It was refreshing. It was...
It was not easy.
But he was a hero, and he was going to get his stingy bookshop owner, or his name wasn't Alfred F. Jones.
Under the Sea- The Little Mermaid
Arthur peered over the top of the barnacle encrusted rocks, his arms pushing him up to support his upper body and keep him from sliding back into the water. He watched carefully as the young man came down the beach like he always did, his hands in his pockets, his feet kicking up sand as he walked down the ocean. Arthur could see the color of his eyes from where he was perched; a clear, sky blue.
The man looked up into the clouds where the seagulls were circling around and around, crying out loudly. Their forms were silhouetted against the sun, the light shining through their white feathers. His golden hair blew in the salty breeze as he gazed out into the ocean, the same curious look he always wore when he came down from the town on the land to walk by the sea. And those beautiful eyes... they always passed over the rocks where Arthur lay hidden from his sight among the sea foam and surging waves.
Arthur flicked his fin and sprayed an arch of droplets into the air. He turned and looked at the smooth, scaly appendage, frowning. It was a light pink where his torso joined the tail, skin meeting the tougher, blubber-like flesh before a smattering of light red scales appeared. Farther down the tail the scales increased in size and frequency, a dark ruby that swelled and then grew narrow at the top until the thin membrane of his fin spread out like a fan. It wasn't an especially pretty tail, unlike the other mermen and mermaids in his pod, who flashed and shimmered in the sunlight streaming through the water. He wondered if humans judged attractive traits by their legs like his race did with their tails. Arthur looked back up at the young man, who was still staring into the horizon. He had... nice legs? Maybe? Arthur had only ever seen him and few other adults come down this stretch of beach. Sometimes human calves came too, handpicking seashells and taking them back home with them, giggling.
The young man turned away from the sea and began walking back the way he came, soon to disappear among the sea grass. Arthur craned his neck to get a better look and overbalanced, tipping to the side and falling into the ocean with a loud splash. He lingered underwater for a moment, switching from his nose and lungs to the gills in his sides, filtering the oxygen through the small slits before peeking his head above the water. The young man was looking in his direction, confused. For a moment, he stared at the spot Arthur had fallen, and then slowly turned back around.
Arthur sighed in relief, the sensation of using his lungs and gills at the same time strange. He watched the man leave longingly before turning around and diving into the ocean. Another day of watching the human male... he'd come back tomorrow.
You'll Be In My Heart- Tarzan
"It's... it's... preposterous!" Arthur paced around the apartment agitatedly. "What sort of community is this, if they... if they can't even...!"
Alfred looked up from the computer, looking upset. "I can't do anything about it... there aren't any laws against them filing a complaint."
"They wouldn't be complaining if we were a straight couple!" Arthur seethed, stomping around. "We're perfectly entitled to hold hands or sit with each other in the public park! There is nothing wrong with that!"
"You're right," Alfred watched him storm through the living room angrily. "People are just... lame."
"They're bloody ignorant arses, that's what they are!" Arthur snarled, kicking the back of the sofa on his way past it. "We weren't doing anything wrong! Who do they think they are? I swear, if there had been a heterosexual couple on the bench next to us having sexual intercourse, they still would have called the police on us for me just sitting on your lap and reading. Reading! That's all! But no, no, a girl can sit on a guy's lap and read a book in public, but two blokes can't do the same without bloody, goddamn 911 being called!"
Alfred stood up from the desk and crossed the room to where Arthur was seething next to the window and wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. He held him like that for a while as the rain fell outside until Arthur relaxed a bit from his stiff pose. The Brit rested his hands on top of Alfred's which were on his stomach and leaned back into Alfred's chest.
"It's just... it's not fair..." Arthur whispered, turning his head away from the window so his cheek was pressed against the chest pocket of Alfred's sweater. "It's not fair at all."
"Yeah, I know..." Alfred kissed the top of his head. "It's unfair. It's rude. It's ridiculous."
Arthur scrunched up his eyes, trying not to cry. "Imagine... having an officer come and tell you to 'get a room' when all we were doing was sitting... how embarrassing..."
"Does it make you wish you were straight?" Alfred asked quietly, looking at the rain streaking down the window glass. "To not be judged so much on who you choose to love?"
"No," Arthur turned around so he was facing Alfred, and took his face in his hands. They searched each other's eyes. "No, I don't wish that. Of course it would make life easier in one aspect, but another challenge would just be thrown my way, even it wasn't liking other men. And it would mean I wouldn't have you, Al... and you just... you're everything to me."
Alfred's eyes softened and as Arthur leaned up, he met him halfway in a kiss that made them both forget that being in love was apparently the wrong thing to do.
Because what could possibly be wrong about being in each other's hearts, forever?
Can You Feel the Love Tonight- Alfred and Arthur are in loooooove...
I See the Light- Stolen from "Tangled" xD
Prince Ali- Alfred uses a genie to make him a Prince and impress Arthur.
When We're Human- Alfred and Arthur are turned into cats! :O
I Won't Say (I'm in Love)- Arthur won't say it... even through he is.
One of Us- Alfred is outcasted for something he didn't do.
Best of Friends- Alfred has patriot parents and Arthur has loyalist ones in Revolutionary America, but the two are still best friends.
Zero to Hero- Alfred is a rising star who falls for a bookshop keeper.
Under the Sea- Arthur is a mermiad and infatuated with a certain human who keeps taking walks on the beach.
You'll Be In My Heart- Arthur and Alfred have the police called on them for being affectionate in public- which isn't okay if you're gay, apparently. :(
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