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Male♂Madame Mim/Reader - Reason in Madness 
(Madame Mim - Mister Mim)
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You are most abruptly woken up to Mister Mim pulling you out of your birdhouse while now being cupped within his hands. Your drowsy state of mind was barely comprehending what the heck was going on as he so very suddenly snatched you right out from your little birdhouse. You were having such a wonderful dream about becoming a powerful sorceress until he had to come and so rudely interrupt it. "Oh, my dear adorable wittle' (Y/n)~! Wakie, wakie my sweet little birdie! TIME TO WAKE UP! GET YOUR TAIL FEATHERS IN GEAR! WE GOT MANY IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO! WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP! WAAAAKKE UP~!" He started off speaking so soft and gently at first but that all went crashing down in seconds flat as he most ear-gratingly started shouting ridiculously loud right in your face, which almost made you practically fall right out of his han

~Author's Note: Esmeralda=Esmeraldo; I made him a bit more cynic than his female counterpart, just fyi. Some Romani definitions:
~Lyuba: love/Pakvora: beautiful~
~Enjoy!!~
It’s January 6th, ten in the morning in Île de la Cité, France. The city is bustling with activity, and more so than usual—or from what you know, at least. You aren’t a native to city life, but rather trace your origins to the quiet countryside beyond Notre Dame. (The “coming of age” and, more importantly, need for money drove you to abandon your modest surroundings in exchange for that of a maidservant—not lavish, but well off enough.)
Your (e/c) eyes watch, intrigued, as the dull bearings of the town become emblazoned with life. People are selling Romani clothes, foreign spices, and various meats and fish at the market. Streets are being swept and the merchants are putting out their exotic goods in preparation for the celebration. Crowds are filling the streets i