Title: Accomplished Beauty
Fandom: Disney
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Mickey/Minnie, with brief mentions of several others
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Mickey has never, and will never, forget what, or rather who, started it all.
Word Count: 1,159
Written For: Fan FlashWorks 451. Rainbow, 100Ships 54. Rainbow, and 100FandomHell Fandom #65
Warnings: Real!Disney AU
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.







He reached for his Queen, who was, as ever, a whirlwind of activity. She was more than that, though, so very much more. She was more than his wife, than his better half, than his eternal mate. She was more than the wise ruler of their kingdom, the one being to whom Mickey, over his years ranging from poor pauper to unwilling leader to eventual King, had always turned for advice. The kingdom thought they owed their safety and progression to him. A few knew of and respected Walt's role in the grand scheme of things. Even fewer actually understood how Walt had helped them leap across dimensions to this land where they now ruled in their own little kingdom inside, Mickey understood, a much larger country.

But none of them understood what Minnie meant to him, or to them. She had been the reason he had first began to fight. He'd never thought he could actually earn her hand or adoration, had never really dared to dream that she would deign to become his wife or come to fight, survive, and now thrive right beside him. They had both always been oppressed, but Mickey never would have dared to believe she would come to see him as a hero, even if he had managed to save her.

And good golly, the number of things from whence he'd had to save her over the years! It was almost as bad as that plumber chap he'd spoken with earlier in the week, the one who was always risking away to save a Princess from a wicked King. And Kings, Mickey had learned over his years, did indeed tend to be evil. There had been times when he had felt darkness edging into his own heart, especially after Walt's death and again after the doorways had finally closed, trapping some old friends still on the other side. He'd had power, and had wanted to throw a fit when the magics that held his kingdom in their sway, had decided to allow no others from his world to join them.

As much as she had always been his inspiration, however, his beloved wife had also always been his level mind. She had always kept him, in the end, level-minded and doing the right thing for their kingdom, for all their peoples, not just a select few. It had been her sage wisdom that had convinced him to rescue those they could from other worlds, bringing in everything from mild-mannered families in a little state elsewhere in their same country called Rhode Island to Jedi Knights to mutants to a transexual transvestite, who Mickey had heard was sweet but was just as glad to have not yet met.

Minnie kept his impulses in check. She kept him ruling peacefully, his ego never growing too big and his fear equally never controlling him. She guided his hand, his mind, his tail, his very soul. There had been times when Mickey had almost thought she might be his soul, and indeed, if any other being could be another being's soul, Minnie Mouse was his!

But as sage, patient, and calm as she was, and tended to keep those around her, Minnie had also always been a whirlwind for what was right, which was exactly why she was at her best in this moment. Today was a day of celebration, and his wife always especially loved those days that were meant not to celebrate them as the royal leaders they had both become but to celebrate their people. This was a day for celebrating all people, and animals, of their land, and whomever they chose to love. Fittingly, Minnie had adorned herself in rainbow attire this day, and the setting sun seemed to spiral in the many hues of her rainbow blouse and matching skirt.

Mickey found himself at a loss for thought and even breath as he watched his soulmate bopping along, bouncing from cart to cart, blowing kisses, waving hands, and even sweeping down from the elephant upon which they rose to meet and greet their people. She had no fear, he was reminded, as she grasped the pinky of a Giant dressed in a pink tutu, then spun away to greet Hades, even his blue flames topped with rainbow colors this day, with equal gaiety and pleasure. She was everywhere, until she realized he was staring at her and stopped, turned to face him.

Their elephant friend did not hesitate. Gently, he wrapped his trunk around the Queen and lifted her back to her King. She stayed where he dropped her, however, suddenly shy and giggled behind her white gloves, the only part of her outfit that did not seem to be made from the very rainbows the Fairies had shooting all about them this day. "Mickey?"

Every part of him seemed to trumpet along with the music at the way she so shyly giggled his name. His ears and tail both sprung to alert, and he slid over their platform to reach her. "Gosh, darling, it's nothing! I was just looking at how pretty -- "

" -- the fireworks are?" she asked, turning toward the great explosions.

He'd not even realized they had begun, or that the sun had finished setting. He had been too busy watching her to care about anything else in the worlds, from the darkness that still haunted his dreams to the friends who were no longer able to stand beside them this or any other day. For a rare moment in their hectic lives, he actually felt genuinely, and completely, happy. He was beaming with delight as he reached out, grasped her hands in his, and pulled her close to him. "No," he said, touching his nose to hers, and he knew she could hear him despite all the music, explosions, and uproarious laughter.

Her ears wiggled. He yearned to place kisses all over them, all over her -- but that would come soon enough when they finally retired for the evening to sleep the mere, short allotment of four hours that was often all they actually slumbered each night. The sleep was not important, though. Their mission was important, and even more important was bringing to reality all the dreams of their people, such as the one they were currently celebrating. It had all started with making her dreams happen, though, and Mickey knew, in the end, he was accomplished not because he was King or had led his people away from worlds torn asunder by the magical folk fending off the non-magicals.

He was a success because he was a success in her eyes. He was the mouse, the man, the being he was because he had first earned her love. "Gosh, you're beautiful!" he squeaked out the same words he'd thought when he first set eyes on her all those centuries ago.

Minnie beamed. "So are you!" she cried in delight and covered him with kisses.




The End