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slashingdisneypasta · 9 months

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Disney Villains x Clueless!Reader || Excerpts

Plot: You had absolutely no idea about their villainous deeds… until you walked in. Part 1??

Characters Included: Cruella De Vil, Hades, Jafar, Lots-O’-Huggin Bear

Warnings: Angst. Also kidnapping, hypnosis, and attempted gas lighting/manipulation.

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @miss_understood , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @yesthetrashbin . Hey y'all! Have some drama with your August. xo

Cruella De Vil:

When you walked into Cruella’s house, using your own key (You were meant to surprise her. It was supposed to be nice!), and heard her talking to Le Pelt on the phone in her office, you were so shocked. And so was she, when she left her office and saw you there in the hallway with a horrified look on your face.

Cruella is non-too-happy about your surprise, that is for sure. As soon as she lays eyes on you and realises what you just heard, she is so frustrated. Now you’re going to make this a thing, damnit. You’re probably going to try to leave her- all because you acted stupid and tried to surprise her. Ugh! … now darling, don’t lose your little head over this, they’re just some puppies, after all- When you immediately turn and storm back towards the front door again, chucking your key at a hallway table, Cruella wouldn’t move. She wouldn’t run after you; She’s not the type. But the frustration in her voice would build and she’d give up trying to be calm and careful with you, yelling after your retreating form. Wait right there! Y/N! Turn around. You walk out that door and you’ll never work in this- or any industry, ever again! I promise you that!-

When you slam the door behind you, she will not follow you.

… But never fret, she does care… and she’ll have her admirers Le Pelt and Alonzo abduct you in the middle of the night.

Good, put the nitwit in the truck, now. Gently, you fools. Y/N- you didnt think it would be that easy, did you?? Ha! We're taking the train to Paris, soon. You've always wanted to go- so keep quiet and enjoy the ride...

Hades:

When you walked into the throne room and saw Hades holding Meg up off the ground precariously by her throat, and you heard him say something about taking over Olympus and Hercules- and Hades noticed you standing there horrified and disgusted- everything stopped.

Hades would know immediately that he fucked up. That you would have a hard time forgiving him- if you ever did at all. He would know.

Hades would be desperate. He’d be pathetic, true slimy used-cars-salesman style; Following you as you storm out of the room and down the hall to your room and begging you all the way. Offering you things which fast develop from foot rubs and chocolate coated strawberries to being Master of the Gods- Master of the World- Master of whatever you want! He tries to convince you that this is a good thing, that he’s doing it for you, so you two can be happy together.

This is all while you’re grabbing your most important things and throwing them into a sack, throwing him poisonous glares because how dare he even look at you right now that make him flinch and be quiet. If only for a second. Overall, the man cannot stop talking.

I love you, babe, you can’t- No, no, you’re not leaving. I’m not gonna just allow-

Okay okay okay, I get it! I get it, I shouldn’t threaten you right now, I get it. I’m sorry. You- you probably need some time to cool off, yeah?? Hey, that makes sense!! I would be the same, yeah?? You know what? Take a week- two! Take two weeks… take all the time y’like. And then when you’re ready, you’ll call me, and we’ll talk! I’ll set out a nice cheese platter, some wine,.. we’ll make it a picnic! It’ll be great! Ba- Babe, you’ll understand, you’ll agree, I promise! This is- this is the best thing for the both of us! I promise! I- I’m only thinking of you, sweetheart, of us. I promise! Baby- after I do this, we’ll have everything! I swear! Everything we ever wanted; You can get that house on the mountainside you had your eye on, doesn’t that sound fabulous??

And Zeus?!

Zeus?! Zeus, is a needle brained moron who doesn’t deserve- Okay okay! I’m sorry! You’re right, you’re absolutely right, baby how are you always so right about everything?? We'll set him up with a nice cottage on the coast. What??? That’s a good deal! Coconuts, babes in bikinis, the sky- he'll love it! Come on-

The man would end up on his knees, reaching for you, but you just slip out of his way, flashing another terrible glare. He has talked a lot while you packed but you've said barely two words. And its terrifying to him.

Baby… sweetheart, where’re you gonna be? You- you’re comin back, right?

… Just tell me if you’re coming back, please. Gimmie something-

No.

Jafar:

When you walked in and heard Jafar and Iago cackling about marrying the princess and hurting the poor Sultan, and they saw you standing there, Iago immediately flew off leaving more matted feathers on Jafar’s shoulder than usual from the force he used to get away so fast.

Jafar groans, brushing the feathers off him and muttering. Meanwhile you’re horrified, disgusted, creeped out- and about a million other awful emotions all at once, but you stand your ground. You lift your chin and you focus on him. You ask, really? Is that true?? Are you- Are you going to do that??? Is that the plan!?

… an eye roll, is the response you get and that make you feel even sicker. How could you??? As Jafar starts to cross the throne room, at his leisure, towards you- you start to completely lose your composure; Panic building. The- The sultan is a good man! He’s been kind. He’s your friend! I- I- I don’t understand! Jafar, I- Please, explain!

He sighs at that idea and rolls his eyes deeply, getting closer, leading with his snake staff as he always does. I already tried that.

Wh- What?

You heard me, Y/N. Now stay still.

You don’t know what he means by that, but you don’t like it, it- he, scares you. So quickly you try to turn and leave the room, leave him, but he’s too close now and his fingers are surprisingly strong; Holding you forcefully right where you are. That staff’s pushed right in front of your face, the snake’s eyes beginning to glow and burn into yours. This won’t hurt at all, my dear…

… This isn’t the first time you’ve walked in, before.

Lotso:

When you walked into the library, seeing one of the new toys tied to the ‘time out’ chair that Lotso told you (No, no. Swore to you) was a joke, you were shocked. And it was dark, so Lotso didn’t see you at first.

Twitch did. But by that point you’d heard too much, eyes wide and furious. Uh… boss?

Uhuh what Twitch? I’m kinda in the middle of something here-

Your uh… your Keeper’s, here.

Wha- my- Oh, honey! At first, Lotso tries to act like you don’t even see what’s right in front of you. Like you’re blind. Like you’re stupid. Like he can wash it all away with some papa bear charm and a kind smile- but there is something darker behind it that you see, now. What are you doin’ outta bed, sweetheart?? Its so late! You’ve had a long day. I’ll be with you in just a second, I just… When he realises that your canyon-deep glare isn’t getting any lighter, he lets it go. He lets it all go; All the sweetness and the charm that you knew him for and all that is left is… something cruel. He looks at you in a full deadpan, a cruel and disappointed deadpan that makes you actually feel cold. Physically. Alright, honey, what’d you see?

Everything!

And what do you plan t’do about it, huh?

I, I…

Hmmm?

…

That’s right sweetpea, there aint nothin’ you can do! This is my shop, now. C’mon, come with me, I’ll explain it all to ya, and you’ll see that this is the best thing for everybo-

I’ll leave.

When you say that, all the warmth in the room is sucked out- some of the other toys like Twitch and Ken look to eachother slightly wide eyed behind Lotso’s back. The look on his face turns from patronising to hard, mean, mad.

He can’t accept that. … Grab ‘em, boys.

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pandorascripts · 1 year

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masterlist (updated)

key: 💕- fluff, 🖤- dark themes, 🥀, angst.

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Sweaty Kisses (💕)

unknowingly yours (🥀,🖤)

Murderous Love (🥀,🖤) ON HOLD

My Heart Is Yours (💕,🖤)

Hot Rage and Cold Tears (🥀,💕)

.241 (🥀)

Ruins (🖤)

fugly slut (💕)

Carrie Moment (💕)

I’ve Missed You (💕,🥀)

Secret Love Notes (💕)

Enid Sinclair

Kara Danvers (2018-22)

Lena Luthor (2018-22)

Alex Danvers (2018-22)

Red Daughter (2018-22)

Pamela Isly

Absent (💕,🥀)

Harley Quinn

Scars(💕,🥀)

maddening love(🥀,🖤)

TVDU

Hope Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

MARVEL

Natasha Romanoff

Maria Hill

Yelena Belova

Wanda Maximoff

MISCELLANEOUS

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

Tahani Al Jamil (The Good Place)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Cruella De Vil (Cruella)

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vlkyriesgf · 1 year

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pink cigarette // cruella x fem!reader

a/n: OKOK i finally got this out im so sorry it took so long! took a break but jumped right back into it. courtesy to pink cigarette for motivation for this fic <3

summary: As captivated as you are by Cruella, work for the Baroness’s Charity Event is the second thing to invade your mind. Seeing her on the balcony has you debating whether or not it’s the perfect time to let her know how much she’s charmed you.

warnings: mention of fake death, internalized homophobia (like for one sentence), some previous rudeness and insults, very much fluff and pining! but all in all enemies to lovers i guess you could say?

word count: 2.6k

Helping Cruella get her plan in motion for the Baroness’s Charity Event had you busy day after day. It was nice to get back into how it was before the “accident” which had you scared for someone that you had come to care for deeply.

When Cruella brought Artie on board to help her make her label, he also brought you along knowing that you’d be useful, since he considers you an amazing tailor. At first, she seemed like some cold, self-centered designer wanting to make her way to the top of the industry.

During the series of her stunts you’d get snarky remarks and sarcasm for your work. Though your designs would come out great and seem like they’re greatly appreciated, but you couldn’t help but have feeling like you’d be thrown out the moment she doesn’t need you anymore. It was comments that made you feel small and like if you were wasting your time helping her. Maybe it was because of the way she’d talk you down. She was so close to the point where her attempt at intimidating you worked, leaving the scent of her perfume lingering around you. Honestly you don’t know how you put up with her at all.

Cruella showed a liking to you over time, meaning she wasn’t as hard on you as she was on Horace and Jasper. Surprisingly, she told you about her motivation for what she’s doing: her mom and that little necklace. She even went as far to tell you her real name. It was bittersweet, though it was mostly her talking and you listening as her back faced you, unable to see her vulnerability. But you swore heard something genuine in her tone as she decided to show a little bit of herself to you, this changed your mindset about her tremendously.

Unexpectedly, she kept you and Artie around and you noticed that your relationship with her basically went from trial and error to a genuine friendship. You thought it might have been because she had another girl to be around, you know, similar struggles and/or interests. Though, you never would have thought that it would because she started to fancy you.

Throughout the preparation days for her planned Fashion Riot at the Baroness’s Spring Show, she was a little more flirtatious while being cautious about it. Instead of the usual spiteful comments, she’d give you smiles and glances and if she’s having a good day she’ll give you a cup of tea. You admired those gestures and it kind of excited you, making you think what would come next. So it’s safe to say that you were distraught when you saw the warehouse on fire and definitely relived when she came back to you alive.

You now find yourself going around and doing a few finishing touches before you catch a glimpse of Cruella sitting outside on the balcony. Buddy is comfortably sat by the window, his tail wagging when you come near to pet him.

Looking out the window, Cruella is staring out into the city as the sun sets. You gaze at her for a little longer, she looks so peaceful, like it was the first time in a few months that she’s able to relax this way. She’s beautiful. But you can’t confess to her now, not tonight. It was obvious to you that she was in a contemplative state. Of course she would be though, tonight is a big deal for her.

You decide to pour some tea for her and yourself. Walking back towards the window, you place both cups near Buddy before stepping outside. You take a deep breath in as the cold weather hits you, slightly shuffling in your coat while taking the cups and using them to warm you hands.

“Feeling alright?” you ask her after clearing your throat. Sitting on the window ledge, you admired her as faced the city.

“You could say that.” she replied, her tone almost showing no emotion, leaving you to figure out if she was telling you the truth.

“Tea?” you softly spoke out. You aren’t sure where this interaction was going but honestly you’re willing to go with it.

Cruella nods as she finally turns her head to your person, tapping the space next to her. You assumed that she meant to put the cup next to her, so when you turned back after placing it you didn't expect her to call out to you.

“Come sit, darling. I don’t want you to tire yourself out before the tonight.” she coos out.

When you realized the action, you felt your face heat up as you make your way next to her. Her eyes never came off you, even when you take a sip of your tea while you muster up the courage to ask her something.

“Do you really want to go through with this?” you don’t face her as you ask, mainly because you know the answer and expect her to berate you about why she is.

All Cruella does is sigh and put her attention back to back to the city. You were taken aback but weren’t entirely surprised at the action. You’re definitely not going to take her back facing you as an answer this time.

“Cruella, no, I’m being serious.” you retort, attempting to move your head into her view so she can’t avoid your question.

“Awh and you’re so cute when you are.” she teases, quickly turning to you as she said so for your reaction. It’s just the one she wants, her comment flusters you but to her surprise you managed to swiftly compose yourself as you gave her a serious look.

Sighing, she looks at her lap in thought, trying to figure out the right words. “I want to. Have to, need to, it doesn’t matter but its for her.” She looks back up at you and sees you’re finally meeting her eyes, catching her off guard a bit. “..And for me, of course.”

You hum in reply, knowing that shes referring to her adoptive mother. Though, you can’t shake the fact that she can actually get killed this time if anything goes wrong.

“Look, you’re so strong and brave I wish you knew you don't always have to be. I'm here, if you're ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens." you insisted.

You put your cup down as you move your body towards hers. Looking down, you realized that the tip of your fingers were on hers. “I just want you to be careful. You need to look after yourself as well, not just us so don’t actually die this time okay?” you plead, staying fixated on both of your hands.

Cruella stays staring at you, not just with awe but also with perplexity. “I won’t.” she says breathlessly, the feeling of your hands brushing around hers making her heart race.

To her, it almost felt like a promise, it sounded like your cared about her. She doesn’t know exactly why or when it happened, but Cruella feels like she has to protect you. She came to terms with her infatuation, knowing that there’s so many things that she admires about you. Then again, her mind has always been obscure, you have to let her know gently so she doesn’t-

“Even after all this, after how I treated you, the amount of trust you have in me is truly marvelous.” The recalling of her behavior around you before made you lift your head, it almost had you protest but she continues.

“Sometimes you amaze me, darling. I mean you always do, you have such intuition and real wisdom about things. I like understanding the way you see the world, how you see me." she admits, realizing with each word, she takes a risk.

“Well then, I guess it’s safe to say that we can leave that behind us.” Finally looking back down, you notice that her hands are lightly holding yours. Though it’s not your entire hand and it’s just over your fingers, that gave you enough sense of bravery and reason to let her know how you feel.

“Cruella, I feel like there’s something I should tell you.” you almost blurt out, quickly darting your head up towards her which startles her for a moment.

Stopping yourself to collect your thoughts, she stares at you out of confusion. “Alright, spit it out then, darling.”

Wondering what you’re going to say next, Cruella softly rubs her thumb across your fingers to see if it calms you. It didn’t, though it feels nice, it’s getting you no where near to what you want to say.

Doubt and fear clouds your mind but you breathe in and decide to see how this plays out. After all, this could be the only opportunity to tell her. You turn to her and grab hold of her hands, having them rest on top of your knees comfortably in your gentle grasp.

“Cruella, I really like you. I know it’s.. “unnatural” for me to feel this way about another woman but, honestly, I can’t help it.”

You looked down out of nervousness saying that last part, her staring made your mind start to trail off thinking she was about to explode on you. She didn’t do that at all, surprisingly. Instead, Cruella’s expression is plastered with confusion, her eyes still locked on you. You see how they shift from side to side as if she’s trying to some some complex puzzle.

The silence is deafening, you quickly remove your hand off hers as you’re about to stand and begin to apologize. “Okay, never mind, this wasn’t a good time for this. Just forget that came out of me, I’m sor-“

“No wait, stop.” Cruella interrupts, grabbing your forearm to stop you from walking away. “I was cruel to you, why are you not intimidated like the others?”

Why is she asking that? Did she disregard what was just said? You assume this is her processing, so you just comply. “I said it’s in the past” you start off, still standing with your arm in her grasp while.

“But if it makes you feel better I was, my perspective changed later on. You’re a person too, you know. One that’s capable of change no matter your status or ego.” you tell her, seeing her face soften as you sit back down.

“After the fire, I’ve put you all under great worry. Ever since the start of all this, all I’ve done is hurt the ones I love.” Cruella doesn’t make eye contact, knowing it’s a sign of vulnerability.

Though, what she said gave you hope, she was being vulnerable and admitted her love. As much as you didn’t want to push her boundaries, you really needed to know if her feelings were mutual.

“So you do love me?” you say abruptly. Her shoulders tense slightly but drop right after. She’s tried of trying to go around this conversation in any way out of fear, so she decides to just go with it. No matter how it ends.

“Unfortunately, I do” she finally says, reluctantly.

“Why say it like that then?” you ask her, confused as to why she seems to hate the idea of why she likes you.

“Because I can lose you, don’t you understand?! What’s the point of having you to myself if there’s a chance where you can be taken away in an instant?”

All you could do was stare and listen as Cruella continued her short outburst. You wanted to give her a big, warm hug since this was probably the first time in a while she was able to express her emotions like this.

“I’m sorry. It’s just..you’re very valuable to me” Cruella then shifts closer to you to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, hoping that her motion of gentleness calms you.

Bursts of confidence surge within you as you decide to hold her hand in place. “It’s nice to know you mean it.”

You then turn your head towards her wrist, placing a kiss and letting your lips linger. A small smile forms on you lips after feeling the pulse on her wrist.

Before anything else can be said, you hear a honk from below. Startling the two of you and feeling Cruella’s warm hand swiftly leave your space.

Leaning towards the edge you see Horace standing next to a newly fixed car not believing that it was the very car that Cruella had driven, badly, after the Black and White Ball.

“When I fixed it, I noticed a name. Do you now what this car’s called?”

Your eyes shift to Cruella in confusion to Horace’s question, her attention still on him.

“A devil!” He proudly yells out, not knowing he mispronounced the name on the license plate.

“Horace, I think it’s pronounced “DeVille”. You know, “De-Ville”?” you reply, chuckling as you spoke.

“I like that.” you hear Cruella simply say before she grabs your hand to head back inside. You tug her arm to stop her. “Cruella?”

“Yes darling?” she replies genuinely as she turns to you, the nickname that she always throws around seeming personal this time.

“Please be careful tonight.” You tell her, remembering the possibly life changing event tonight with the Baroness.

Cruella sighs and and fully envelopes you into her embrace, you hands comfortably placed on her waist and her head slightly tilted down to meet your face.

“I will, love. Don’t worry too much, it’ll mess with your lovely head while going through with the plan” Cruella stares at you for a moment, an intrusive thought starts to swarm her mind. She then takes hold of your face and teasingly squishes your cheeks, making your lips pucker.

You’re about to protest since you don’t know why she’s squishing your cheeks, furrowing your eyebrows out of confusion. She then leans in and pecks your lips quickly, gently resting her forehead against yours afterwards.

You freeze up because of that, it’s nice to see this side of her. The side where it seems she has no worry and where she can begin to appreciate these new moments.

“I wonder if this would’ve been different before the fire” you whisper, breaking the comforting silence. Keeping your eyes closed, too shy to meet her eyes after what she did.

“I’m not too sure. I don’t want to ponder on that.” A few seconds pass until Cruella feels you lean in close for a kiss before she backs up a little, confusing you once more.

“What’s wrong?” you look up at her, your tone coming out a little defeated.

“Doing that would be very dramatic, darling. I’ll give you this for now.” Cruella places her hand under your chin and gently lifts your head, titling it to the side a bit.

Goosebumps quickly form on your neck to your shoulders from the sudden cold air hitting your skin. You see Cruella lean down towards your neck, feeling a soothing mix of her warm breath and the cool air.

She places a kiss, similar to the one left on her wrist, where your neck and head meet.

The feeling of her lips makes you melt but when she places one last peck, the blissful feeling is replaced by a tickly feel that makes you let out a small giggle. Facing you again, Cruella fixes your hair to cover the mark her lipstick left.

“When this is all over, you’ll get a proper one, I promise.” she says as she finishes adjusting your hair and coat.

“I guess I have something else to look forward to then.” you tell her, gently squeezing her sides out of excitement.

Nothing else is said as the smug grin you’ve grown to love forms on her lips, her hands reach for your hands once again as you both start to head inside. Even if you both didn’t know where tonight was going to go, you know that you wanted to be by her side the whole way through. Cruella, too, hoped for this, knowing that she’ll get to love every single bit of you.

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biggest-stupidhead · 2 years

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Maybe a Cruella/F!Reader where the reader works for the Baroness but one day gets scolded really badly (maybe the Baroness thinks her designs are trash or something) and Estella/Cruella finds her crying in the hallway? And just comfort 🥺✨

AN: Thanks for sending this my way anon! I haven't touched my cruella fic in quite some time so this was really fun to write :)

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: smoking, Baroness being a b*tch as per usual

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“Really darling, this is just sad.” You spent days on this design, hours and hours of your free time poured into the project, just for the Baroness to glance at it and toss it aside. Your heart dropped to your shoes and you felt your eyes water.

“Don’t cry now, go run along. I won’t fire you this time.” She waved her hand dismissively, the bracelets on her wrist jingling with each swat of her hand. You did just as she said, turning and briskly walking down the stairs back to the main floor. The drum of sewing machines and the sound of fabric rustling drowned out the first pitiful hiccup, the first warning that you were about to break down. You abandoned your station, stopping only to grab your purse before rushing out the back door to hide in the alley. You sank to the ground, not caring if you dirtied your outfit, it didn’t matter anyway.

You fished through your purse with shaking hands before you found your box of cigarettes and your lighter. You struggled to strike the lighter, the jagged metal hurt your already tender fingers, proof of your hard work. The sound of the side door banging open made you startle, dropping your cigarettes and lighter. You looked up through glassy eyes, Estelle stood, her beret was crooked and she seemed a bit shaken.

“There you are, dear.” Her heels clicked against the bricks as she strolled over to you, kneeling down in front of you. You swallow thickly as she picked up your scattered cigarettes, pulling one from the case and holding it out to you, right in front of your lips. You had never spoken to her before, but it felt rude to take it from her hands and then put it in your mouth, so you simply parted your lips. She places it between your parted lips and smiles at you, features soft and sure.

“She’s a witch.” She takes the lighter gently from your hand and you blink at her, a few tears slipping down your heated cheeks. You nod in agreement. She strikes the lighter, the flame leaping out, casting shadows across her face.

“Do you have a copy of your work?” She asks as she holds the flame to the end of your cigarette, hand cupped around the flame, and subsequently her fingertips brush your wet cheek.

“I do.” You say shakily after you take your first drag.

“I’d very much like to see them.” She grins at you, big green eyes captivating you, and you hope that you become friends, more than friends if you’re lucky.

“They’re at my flat.” You wipe your sleeve across your nose and cheeks, trying to save some dignity. Estelle reaches into her breast pocket and hands you, her fancy handkerchief, your eyes widen at her and you shake your head.

“I can’t use that, it’s too nice I’d hate to ruin it.” You sniffle fighting back more tears, her kindness was overwhelming at the moment.

“It’s okay, it’s what it is meant for.” She winks at you, dabbing the tears from your cheeks and you flush, feeling the familiar insects in your belly.

“Thank you.” You whisper and her hand lingers on your jaw for just a moment too long.

“I’d love to see your work, really. We could work on the upcoming show together.” You take a drag from your cigarette, your hand shaking slightly with pent-up emotion. She tucks her handkerchief back into her pocket and takes your hand, heaving you back to your feet. You stand toe to toe, close enough to smell the coffee on her breath and you feel the tiniest bit better.

“I’d love to work with you Estelle, I’m sure you can teach me a thing or two.” You laugh, dropping your unfinished cigarette and stepping on it, grinding it into the brick road.

“After work then? We can make it a date.” Her hand is in yours as the two of you walk back into the building, and you know that she means it, she doesn’t think your work is trash. She is the prodigy afterall, you relish in the softness of her skin before you reach the door.

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As promised, Estelle and you catch the bus back to your flat. You welcome her inside your tiny home, the scent of potted plants and incense, puts you at ease. Your cat rushes to greet you as you kick off your heels. Estelle startles as your grey girl places her delicate paws on your knee, begging to be held. You oblige, scooping her up and turning her to face Estelle, who blinks at your cat.

“You have a cat.” She states the obvious.

“Yeah, this is Dior.” You stroke her head, her purring increases as you scratch her chin.

“Funny.” Estelle kicks her own shoes off and you drop Dior, guiding Estelle into your cramped office down the hall.

“Here, help yourself. I’ll go put on a pot of tea.” You duck out of the room, rushing to set the kettle on the stove and pull out your finest tea leaves. You can hear her down the hall, rustling through your papers, shifting through your pens and pencils, you wonder if she’s making adjustments. Dior rubs up against your shins, mewing pitifully begging for her supper.

“Be patient fatty.” You hiss before pouring out the boiling water to steep the leaves, setting up your trey. You balance the cups and the sugar on the tray as you walk down the hall, carefully avoiding stepping on Dior, who is running circles around your feet.

“These aren’t half bad,” Estelle says when you cross the threshold.

“You think so?” You sat the tray down with care, dropping a sugar cube into your own cup. Estelle has made herself perfectly comfortable in your chair, hunched over your desk. Her glasses are slipping down the bridge of her nose, red locks of hair falling onto her cheeks. You wanted to brush it back, instead, you busied yourself with the tea.

“A little rough along the edges, but shows promise.” She turns and pushed the glasses onto her head, giving you the pleasure to view her emerald eyes in full.

“Uh-huh.” You’re dumbstruck, you know your jaw is loose, and your heart is fluttering. She smiles knowingly, a wry grin.

“Were you listening to me?” She asks, standing up and placing her hand on the desk near yours, you swallow thickly.

“Yeah, rough along the edges.” You dutifully recite back to her and she laughs, reaching for the black cup of tea.

“You’re cute. Here let me show you this…” She goes on to point out your weak areas, and your strong suits, but you’re just so infatuated with her, you know that most of this will go right over your head. Instead of listening to her, you begin rapidly thinking of ways to keep her here, any excuse would do. You got your wish, a blinding flash of lightning lit up the small space, followed closely by a clap of thunder. Dior mewed, brushing against Estelle’s leg, she reached down absentmindedly to stroke her along her spine, pointing out a clash of patterns.

“Stay.” You interrupt her and she looks up at you wide-eyed.

“Stay?” She clarifies and you nod.

“It’s going to storm.” You point out the bay window and she follows your finger, rain is already falling, pattering against the window. Dior jumps up on the bench, her tail swaying as she watches the fat raindrops roll down the glass.

“If you insist.” You do insist, you want her here, with you.

“I do.” You smile at her, and she bites her lip. The beginning of a beautiful friendship, with high chance of something more.

#cruella de vil x reader #cruella x you #cruella fanfic #cruella x reader #cruella 2021 #emma stone #cruella de vil #answered anon #answered asks #requests are open

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earl-april · 2 years

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When is Glass and Bone going to be updated?

Sooner than you think! I've decided to come back to writing fanfiction after my 2-year hiatus. Updates are going to be slower from now on since I have other commitments like uni, but I've completed the 4th chapter of GaB. The only delay has been editing; there are a couple sections that I need to cut and rewrite. I plan to get it published asap :)

#GaB #male cruella #cruella de vil x reader #ask box #anon

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nisobird · 9 days

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SO UMMM,,, after a lot of thinking i decided to finally post my twisted wonderland oc! Her name is estella and she is crewel's niece 🥹 i based her on estella (lol) from the cruella live action movie! And as you can see i ship her a little bit too much with azul LMAO it's been two years with this gremlin and i'm finally posting her in the internet 🐧

I have a lot more of her to show but,,, hehhejdjxuuzuUHGHHJF

#twisted wonderland #twisted oc #twst #disney #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #octavinelle #oc x canon #divus crewel #cruella de vil #niso art

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seaslugfanclub · 6 months

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Hello! I just wanna say I really like your Disney Villain writings, they are funny and really cute! Can I request where the Disney villains are fighting over who is Y/N’s favorite villain? I thought it would be funny

Oooh great idea! This one was so much fun to write! (Can you tell that Honest John’s my favorite?)

No, I’m their favorite!!

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No one knows how the conversation subject was brought up, but it more than ruined the villians weekly poker night. Curses filled the air and sidekicks where used as meat shields.

“I’m easily (Y/N)’s favorite person out of all of us, no- this entire park!! No one is better friends than Gaston!!” The Frenchman boasted, loose hair’s flying around his face. “They regularly compliment my physique, and they sneak me in special hair products!! There’s no room for argument!”

“Oh please frenchie, (Y/N) isn’t as daft as the other cast members. They have taste for more refined gentlemen. Like yours truly.” Captain Hook scoffed, ignoring the glares from the other villians. “Might I remind you how they gifted me the entire trilogy of ‘The History of Piracy’? Or how much they enjoy my culinary skills? They have supper with me every Tuesday.” Hook affirmed, more than confident he had bested the competition.

That was quickly interrupted by a swift *bonk* on Hooks head, Jafar looming over the ex- pirate with his staff in hand.

“While I agree with (Y/N)’s taste, it surely isn’t a cowardly captain.”

“Why you-” Hook started, only to be bonked on the head again.

“Why me? Well that’s easy, I’m a very persuasive individual. I’m able to… ‘charm’ those in upper management to give (Y/N) longer breaks, or keep any unsavory park guests from harassing our dear caretaker. (Y/N) obviously favors someone who makes their job easier.”

“Your joking right? Didn’t I see (Y/N) yell at you for 30 minutes straight because you were eyeing that princess Jasmine?” Hades chimes in, finally deciding to butt into the conversation after watching the other villians argue from the sidelines. Jafar stopped speaking, averting his eyes and mumbling.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought. But c’mon guys, you know it’s ya boy here who’s (Y/N)’s number one pal.” Hades points his thumbs towards himself.

“I was one of the first people here who (Y/N) met, we knew each from day uno. I can’t count the amount of times that they’ve kept my shit-ass sun god of a brother from bugging me. And they even made the most adorable altar for me, with pomegranates and the whole works!!”

“Oh, so gauche. If it wasn’t for my expertise (Y/N) wouldn’t be half as stylish as they are. Not to mention our ‘girls nights’. I’ve opened an entire new world of skincare for them!” Cruella hissed. (Actually remembering she had to pick up (Y/N) that special cream made from horseshoe crabs)

A threadbare glove raised amidst the crowd, Honest John appearing from seemingly nowhere

“Im sorry to disappoint you all, but it’s myself who’s won (Y/N) heart. They’ve fallen for my effortless charm lock, stock, and barrel! I mean, I’ve been their nap partner countless a times, they quite enjoy cozying up to my fur.” John preened, smiling back at the memories of warm afternoons snuggled up next to (Y/N).

“Fur!? Why you little- I’ll skin you-”

“Just wait till (Y/N)-”

The poker room devolved into full out brawl, nearby cast members rushing into the room in attempt to break up the crowd. All the while, in an empty back room (Y/N) was sharing a sandwich with their guest.

“Y’know what, Ratigan?” They said between bites. “Your my best friend.”

The rat stared up at them, finishing his bite,

“…. Ew.”

#self insert #disney villains #disney imagine #disney x reader #disney hades #disney gaston #disney jafar #disney captain hook #captain hook #padraic ratigan #ratigan #honest john #cruella de vil

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fandomnerd9602 · 15 days

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hello good sir,would you please make one of 2021 cruella x Reader? Thanks.

Cruella saunters up to Y/N…

Cruella: I am quite a fan of your designs, darling

Y/N: t-thank you Ms DeVille

Cruella: please call me Ella. how would you feel about-

Y/N: I-i don’t really know about being an assistant, ma’am. I just love designing for fun.

Cruella: I would never ask you to be an assistant. That is too low for you.

She wraps her arms around Y/N…

Cruella: I was going to ask you to be mine

Y/N: o-oh…okay

Cruella giggles deviously…

#disney #disney movies #cruella #cruella x reader #cruella de vil #emma stone #Emma stone x reader #101 dalmatians

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pezberrywhoreee · 4 months

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cruella x (fem) reader smut drabble!! 'the inspection'

Pairing: dom!cruella de vil (Cruella 2021) x subfem!reader

Words: 1,111

content warning: D/S relationship (heavy), degradation, mocking, cunt inspection, light mommy kink, mentions of torture

Summary: Cruella gives you some well earned attention...though not nicely or selflessly.

Note: Nobody on this planet is producing queer Cruella fanfiction and it's starting to eat away at my soul. I'll do it, bitches. I'm so disgustingly obsessed with this movie and this woman btw...i should be institutionalised. I'll try to hold back but I cannot promise anything :D. (if y'all like this, i may continue this, post it on ao3 (@faberryslut09). i just needed some to write something before i exploded from horny :))

You could already feel yourself practically leaking onto the hardwood floor of the kitchen.

Cruella hadn't explicitly ordered you to be kneeling for her by the time she arrived from a long day of hunting for the right pieces for the next collection, but you thought that it would be a sweet surprise. Plus, it was going to eventually happen that night so why not start the fun earlier?

Your head dropped and your hands clasped behind you back as the sound of the lift resounded throughout the warehouse.

The much present desperation invited a soft shake within your bare body, shivering in anticipation.

This was made more intense at the clank of the lift door opening followed by the rhythmic tapping of a cane and boots against the wood. Your breathing stopped momentarily out of fear when the sound came slower, almost feeling the need to look up but you could feel her gaze burning into your body.

The woman's evil cackle erupted in the quiet space, adding to the tension filled room. There was a hint of mischief to the laughter that sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. You tried to quiet the involuntary mewling noises rising in your throat.

"Oh darling~ how depraved". She chuckled, looking down on you, literally and figuratively.

Cruella's low, sophisticated voice never failed to bring you certain feelings of arousal and compliance. As soon as you heard that tone it was like clockwork of how instantly you were by her feet.

Your eyes fluttered shut at her mocking tone which was accompanied by her free hand in your hair, gently petting and playing for now. The trembling of your body threatened to intensify but you tried to compose it as best as you could. Much to the woman's amusement, you were still steadily shaking from the intense arousal powering your being.

Cruella began to circle your kneeling body, her cane tapping along with her. "How long have you been waiting like this, pet?". She asked, seemingly unbothered.

You kept your head down as you answered her, a betraying whine in your voice. "About half an hour, ma'am".

A refined brow shot up in response as well as a smirk tugging at her lips. "Well...consider me impressed, darling. Although you could do far better than that". She said as is if she wasn't convinced by her own praise followed by her usual condescending remarks. You felt yourself drip each time she spoke.

"On your back, I must inspect you". She commanded effortlessly. "You know how it is, pet", she whispered seductively.

Wordlessly, you placed you arms in front of you on the hardwood floor, lifting your weight to stretch you legs out and gently push yourself onto your back.

A sense of vulnerability washed over you at how she took in every inch of your body, the hunger in her eyes growing. That animalistic stare forever burned into your mind. You could feel her obsession just through her eyes.

A louder chuckle was heard from above as the light perfectly caught the small puddle that was underneath you. The woman placed her cane down and crouched down in front of you, eyeing the slick on the ground. The smirk on her face turned into a shit eating grin.

"Desperate, are we?" She mocked, her tone higher in feigned worry. A sigh left your lungs as you felt yourself clench at her tone.

You gasped as you felt the sting of her palm being brought down on your thigh. "Yes, mommy". You answered in a whimper.

She hummed her approval before fully kneeling down in front of your spread legs and groping at your flesh mindlessly.

"Were you thinking about me? About what I would do to you?". Her tone drove you fucking crazy. The lowness was one thing but her seeming lack of care made you feel like she was the only thing that existed. She had barley touched you and you could feel yourself falling into subspace.

"Yes, ma'am", you responded simply, waiting for permission to say more.

"Anything in particular, darling?". The woman asked, her fingers tracing shapes over your skin.

"I— need to be controlled and told how to please you. I will do anything— anything to feel your touch. No one can make me feel like you can. I need someone—smarter to think for me". You recited, desperation embedded in your voice.

"Oh darling~ I am quite aware that you're nothing but a stupid pet who can't think for themselves. I mean...would a non corrupt person get this wet just by thinking? I don't think so". She purred in an icy tone, her hands slowly making contact with your leaking cunt.

You felt the heartbeat in your core quicken as her thumb played with your slit, collecting some slick and rubbing it into your swollen flesh.

A loud whine escaped you when you felt her fingers part your lips, her hot breath inches from your cunt. You instantly covered your eyes with your forearms at how intensely vulnerable it was to get inspected by such a powerful gaze.

You refrained from bucking your hips at the now constant surges of arousal that all landed in your core. Air trapped in your lungs as you felt her nails dig into you thighs, each ounce of pain that she inflicted drove you further into becoming a mess for her.

"I want you to see the effect that I have on you, darling. Isn't it just so consuming?", She asked rhetorically, her glare pointed up to your face. She hummed once more when you lifted you arms away and looked down at her, unable to quiet the moan ready to make itself known.

"I believe you're more than ready to take me...but I could make you wait longer, see how much desperation you're capable of". She threatened, easily slipping her middle and ring finger inside of you due to your heavily aroused state.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull at finally feeling her inside of you after waiting so patiently.

Cruella pulled out just as quickly. "There's a spot on the floor that needs some attention, darling". She purred, referring to the mess that you made.

You instantly knew what she wanted you to do so you got on your knees once more and lowered your face to the ground. As your tongue reached the ground, your eyes fell closed in a secure sense of submission. Groaning at the taste of yourself, you lapped up every drop until the hardwood was clean.

"Good pet. How about some prolonged torture as a reward?" The woman grinned nefariously.

#cruella de vil #cruella 2021 #cruella movie #cruella smut #cruella fanfic #cruella fanfiction #cruella wlw #cruella x reader #cruella x fem!reader #smut #pezberrywhoreee #pezberrywhoreee kink

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plots / Includes: These are each inspired by texts from the Unsent Project- so this is gonna be heartbreaking 😅 . Enjoy XD

(Also- the ratings at the end of the blurbs is how upsetting it is at least in my opinion, for your convenience XD 😅 0 is happy, 5 is sad, 10 is dark. Remember these are my opinions so take them with a grain of salt and proceed cautiously if you think anything will trigger you ^^ I'm just trying this out)

Bo Sinclair x ChildhoodSweetheart!Reader- whatever happen to us, remember that i always loved you and always will. Your parting words to your childhood sweetheart before you leave town. || 6-7 1/2 out of 10

Captain Hook x Reader- i don’t hate you. i’m sorry it ended how it did. An affirming moment between two people who used to love each other. || 4-5 out of 10

Cruella De Vil x Model!Reader- you did a damn good job of hurting me, but not good enough i’m healing. You call her up and say some things that satisfying your fricken soul. || 8-9 out of 10 (its angry)

Hades x Reader- even when I get over you and all that you’ve done for me, i’ll never forget the happiness. This one’s about an ex-lover of the lord of the dead who, if you asked, would never say a bad thing about him. And how he responds. || 2-3 out of 10

Inkubus x Reader- if you had said something earlier it would have been you. He finally admits he really wants you which is all you’ve wanted for the last 5 years but its awful because its too late and you cant do this with him now. || 6-7 out of 10

Laughing Jack x Reader- i hope you can forgive me one day. i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye when u left. i love you. These are the words L.J wishes he could send you, but that part of him that can admit those things out loud died a long time ago. || 5-6 out of 10

Wheezy Weasel x Reader- the universe keeps putting us in the same place at the same time and you still refuse to come to me. Wheezy is sick and tired of letting you leave every time you two find your ways back to eachother so he lays it all out on the table for you. || 5!!! out of 10

Warnings: Heartbreak and angst throughout. But also mentions of Mr and Mrs Sinclair (Neglect and abusive parenting), break ups, past break ups, caring about eachother but not getting back together, kind of psychotic reader in Cruella’s, being in mutual love but not being together, death of reader, gratuitous swearing, inner struggles, L.J struggling with his emotional trauma, break ups, immoveable objects, etc. Also unedited.

Bo Sinclair: whatever happen to us, remember that i always loved you and always will

Bo always had a deficiency in love- his parents never truly loved him and in a house like that you learn to protect yourself. You have to learn to protect yourself so your heart doesn’t break daily. You could tell this was in him, or it wasn’t in him, from the moment you met Bo when the two of you were 5. He just had that… air. And little five-year-old you, in overalls and mud, felt for him.

Since then, you did everything you could to make him feel loved, because honestly? From the second moment you met him he was. Sure, at first it was just puppy love; A little kid looking at another little kid and thinking he would look perfect next to a picket fence walking a cute dog, or in a church holding your hand. Despite that it was more then enough fodder to build a lifelong relationship from, developing rapidly over the years from being sandbox buddies to sneaking out of your window at night after a fight with your parents just to spend the night in his truck with him. To making out behind school for the first time and ending up with a kissing rash you hid by staying home for days. To him inviting you to prom. At 16 the two of you were the steadiest couple in town. And you were right when you were a kid- he would look good in a church holding your hand, now.

… Your heart still pangs like hell in your chest when you even just remember that that is never going to happen, though.

Because you cant stay and he cant leave.

He’s never going to walk that dog (Skippy you’d named it in your head over the years, after the peanut butter Bo liked) by that damn picket fence you would’ve taken such good care of. You would never get married, though it felt something like torture inside knowing that you two would not share a future at all.

Bo always had a deficiency in love- it came from his parents and you tried like hell to put him back together but looking at him now, your bags in the backseat and the drivers side of your car open, waiting for you… and him standing there all sweet and charismatic, like he’s not bothered by this when he raged last night in the darkness of your back yard… you can see it never really got fixed. Nothing you can do could ever repair what they broke. And it destroys you inside.

Sniffing, you carefully lay your hands on his shoulders just to feel him a last time, maybe commit him to memory. The darkness over his eyes from the baseball cap on his head hides the dark look inside him that you saw last night. You give him a serious look, nudging your forehead against the rim of his hat. You take a deep breath in, for saying goodbye with-

-He immediately shakes his head, leaning back from you. “Don’t say it.”

“Bo- “

“Naww, don’t say it.” Theres a good-humoured smirk on his face but the tone in his voice is not joking. He’s not joking. “Y’can still stay. C’mon, I’ll help you unpack- “

“Bo,” You start again, insisting and closing the space between you two again. Persistently, you catch his eye before speaking again, waiting until he’s still and he’s paying attention.

… Then you take another deep breath and lean your forehead softly against the rim of his hat, this time. “Whatever happens to us- I need you to know-… I always loved you, and always will.”

Then you squeeze your eyes shut, squeeze your fingers into his shoulders one last time, and then break away into the car.

Captain Hook: i don’t hate you. i’m sorry it ended how it did

Of all the things to see outside your window at night, this had to be one of the most surprising. Sure, its true that he used to visit you at your window every night, you would leave the window open for him, but its been years since then and now the window is closed and latched. And yet, he’s here.

Even so, you move forward a moment after you see him and unlock the window for him once again- then step back and wrap your dressing gown tightly around your body; eyes wide as they flicker up and down his body. “Is everything okay??- “

“Everything is fine, my dear.” A terrible pang rings throughout your chest at him calling you that, a twisted echo of the reaction you used to have to his pet name for you. A lot can change in 3 years, you suppose… but that doesn’t mean you like it. “I just… I wished to… ask you something.”

This experience is almost surreal, for you. Dreamy. Having Hook turn up at your window again after all this time has been a dream - no, nightmare, - for you since you said goodbye; You imagined all the things he might say, the way he might beg for you back and the way he might come back just to have a last word with you… you were never sure which was worse. Whether you hate them or still care about them, its always awful when your ex comes back. Its always painful.

You’re not quite sure which one this is. Looking warily at him, you arms crossed over your chest, you feel the cold air coming in from around him on your face and shake your head “… Why don’t you come inside?”

“… thank you, but no.”

“Why not??”

“I don’t think I’ll be staying for long, to be frank. Can I ask my question now, dear?”

“I… “Taking a deep breath in to strengthen yourself, you nod. “I suppose. Go ahead… “

Something in his face shifts then, something vulnerable appears. “Well I.. I- I’ve been thinking lately, about our time together. I had a dream, and… “ His eyes flicker away from yours for a moment, and you know he had dream like yours. You sympathise, but sympathy is a dangerous game and you can’t fall back into old feelings for him- it would be too much, having to start again from the beginning getting over him. So you fold your arms tighter and lift your chin, holding it in when he looks at you again. “And I couldn’t get it out of my head. Smee, that… blundering fool… suggested I come here and ask you myself, so- I- I just have to know, my dear… do you harbour any ill-feelings towards me, still? I know that we ended things and it was unpleasant but I would really regret it if… if you hated me, for anything I said at that time.”

At this you cant help it, your expression immediately softens and your arms loosen against your chest almost entirely. You feel bad for him. And you would never want him to ever think that.

You??? Hating him?????

You couldn’t.

“No… no no no- I- I could never- “ God, you’re a blubbering idiot. Taking a deep breath to calm down and possibly manage a complete sentence, you start again. “… I don’t hate you. I’m sorry for how it ended.”

The two of you just look at eachother, then. Searching eachothers faces for any of the malice that you remember from those last weeks- it wasn’t that you suddenly disliked each other though, it just… some things… sometimes two people aren’t meant to be for that long.

And thankfully, its not there.

A warm smile crinkles the corners of Hooks eyes, and he nods. “As am I.”

Cruella De Vil: you did a damn good job of hurting me, but not good enough i’m healing

“Arghhhh!” The frustrated scream is muffled by the pillow you have pressed against your face but its still loud, and you don’t feel better afterwards when you pull your warm face away from the pillow and force a deep breath. When that doesn’t work either you stand up, throw the pillow on the floor and stomp down on it.

Its childish, you know. But you are pissed.

Not only did she just stop answering your calls, stop looking at you at work, stop asking for your presence - like it was some switch!, - , but now she’s fired you!??

This. Bitch.

“How the fuck could she do this??” You hiss, storming to one side of your little studio apartment- then whipping around storming to the other side. “I am the face of that stupid fucking company!” With that, you snatch up a cushion from the couch this time on your way across the room. Its one she gave you, made of precious fur so she wouldn’t have to totally slum it in your apartment the rare times that she visited. You stop and stare at it for a few moments, fury bubbling and rising inside you at the sight of the stiff, uncomfortable black-and-white thing before you finally whip around again and go to your desk. There you grab a pair of scissors and stab them into the ugly thing.

That feels good. So you rip the scissors out again and cut a sizeable chunk out of one of the corners.

It cuts surprisingly easily and you sit down for a few minutes at your desk just cutting away at it until all you have now is a pile of feathers and fur. When its finished, you’re a little calmer and pick up your polaroid camera from the very edge of your desk. Snap!

“Hmmm,” You smirk, shaking out the polaroid until it shows the picture. “Cruella will appreciate this nailed to her office door I think… god I sound like a psycho… “For a moment, you consider chopping up the photograph, instead- but instead just shrug. “Honestly oh-fucking-well.“

Cruella made you this way. She can reap the rewards.

“… fucking hell… “As you sit by the ex-cushion and its innards, you feel an almost sadness looking at it. You remember how she bought in the first place, yes to jazz up your home a little bit so she doesn’t feel uncomfortable in the low-rent district,… but also so she could be there when you were sick that one time. That was shockingly warm, of her. You thought after that, that she actually cared about you.

Then your face goes sour again, anger licking at your heart like flames. Because despite that, she did this to you. Somewhere between then, and now, she decided that you weren’t in fact worth it. She changed her mind. Like you were an option on the fucking menu.

Slamming the scissors down on the desk and dropping the polaroid, you stalk across the room back to your bed. You throw pillows off of it until you find your cell phone, that she gave you, and punch in the numbers that would get you her.

When the ringing stops and the line clears, and you can hear her breath in to say something, you immediately speak first. As far as you are concerned- she has nothing to say. “How dare you- I am a supermodel you heinous, ice cold, disgusting old freak. Your company is going to crumble without me to wear your rags and you’ll- ughh! You’ll- “ What? She’ll regret this? She’ll miss you? She’ll want you back? You know in your heart that none of that will happen. And it kills you. “Agh! I’ll- I’ll find something better. I’ll be much happier working for- being with, someone else. I promise.” Are you promising her, or yourself??? Either way this screeching has calmed you down some, and now you’re just standing there with one hand on your hip, breathing carefully. “… you know what? You hurt me real bad, Cruella, you did a fantastic job. But not good enough- I’m gonna heal.” As soon as you say it you know its true, and a semblance of sanity returns to your mind.

Then you hang up and, for good measure, you throw the cell phone at a wall with all your might- smashing it into pieces.

Hades: even when I get over you and all that you’ve done for me, i’ll never forget the happiness

“Even when I get over this and you and everything we had- I’ll never forget how happy you made me.” Those would be your last words to him. Those were perfect, you thought. He needed to know that despite this not working between you both anymore, that he would still never be a villain in your life. A lot of people make those assumptions about him and just because you were finished, you would never revert to being on of them. He made you happy for a long time when you thought you wouldn’t be that again and that will never be erased by anything. Not to you.

So, giving one final teary smile, you then turned around and walked away.

Its many many years later when you see eachother again. You’re much, much older now and your heart stopped beating. He meets you at the gate, not something he does with just everyone, and he smirks at you just like he used to.

Its nice, that he still looks at you the same now as he did back then. It makes you feel warm inside, despite being dead.

“So… welcome back.” Are the first words he says to you in so long, and you give a warm smile in response. Sure, you should be scared… you’re dead… but looking at him, you just can’t be. “How bout I show you to your bunk for the next eon?”

Nodding yes, you follow him nervously past the gates and past the river styx. You’re surprised, walking by that- aren’t you going in there?? You thought you would… But Hades keeps moving, not looking back as he leads you deeper into the Underworld. Past the throne room you’re familiar with, past a big iron door with Asphodel Meadows indented into it… to a similar door with Elysium on it. Your eyes widen, stepping back- but Hades’ smoke creates a barrier behind you so you cant get away. It gathers against your back and softly nudge you forward again.

There’s no way- you don’t deserve-

“Uh uh uh… not so fast, babe, you belong here. Look- “ Hades speaks and your wide-eyed attention is immediately on him again, waiting for a good explanation for this. You never in your wildest dreams thought you would ever end up- “I know when our thing ended I was aaa… lets say a little cold. But- I need you to know that wasn’t because I didn’t like you anymore. Babe, damn, you’re still my favourite mortal. And… “The odd, unfamiliar, empathetic look on his face transforms once more to a smirk now. “I heard all the nice things you’ve been sayin’ about me all these years. Remember, I got ears everywhere.”

Oh- well- you’re about to say something, but a smoke tendril wraps itself around your mouth. Hades holds up a finger. “Not just yet. I just wanted to show my gratitude and… “He pushes the door open, which creaks from absolute lack of use over the years, and what’s you see inside is beyond your wildest daydreams. There is absolutely no way he is sending you in there- “Welcome to your final resting place, sweetheart. You like?”

The smoke all over you slips away, then, you’re free. And without thinking, you step towards the doorway.

Its beautiful… and you can’t wait to be there. Is he really sending you there??? Glancing at him, he nods and you look back at Elysium. You take another step, putting your hand gently on the inside doorhandle.

Elysium. You can’t believe it.

“Y/N- “

“Hades,” You finally speak, turning to him before you just go and step inside without saying a word to him. If you did that, you would regret it forever. When he looks back at you, you give a gentle shrug. “I promised, Hades.”

This grin on his face now, is genuine. He loves you- he is always going to love you. This is the reason you couldn’t stay together, because one day you would die and it would be too hard on him. You’re so sorry that the separation changed nothing… but a small, selfish part of you is glad he still loves you too.

… But instead of saying that, making this harder on him, you just give another warm smile, a thank you, and then turn around and walk away.

Inkubus: if you had said something earlier it would have been you

You are literally looking at him in horror. You didn’t think before this that anyone in real life would truly have the power to horrify you to this degree, but he has done it. Honestly if anyone could, you’re not surprised it was him, but you do wish he would shut up now.

By the time he’s finished your eyes are downcast, you can’t even look at him. He comes back for the first time after a year and… and this!? 5 minutes ago the last thing he said to you was I’m going away for a little while, watch my plants and now its I shouldn’t have left like that. I’m in love with you???

You have no clue how to respond. You want to tell him to leave now, you want to say get fucked, how dare you, you want to slam the door closed so hard the walls shake and crumble, you actually pray for a hole to open up under you and take you away to somewhere where he isn’t looking at you anymore.

“Uhh… “Eyes flickering up towards the porch light to keep your eyes dry, you delicately cross your arms around your stomach and then tighten them there. Then you take a deep breath, and look square at him- you hope he scan see the rage and the hurt in them. You wish it would make him step away, back down, apologise. “So a year ago… when I said to you… if you think you’ll ever want me back then tell me now… were you listening??”

He senses the absolute storm in you but he doesn’t step away, or back down, or apologise. He takes a step forward, reaching out for you. “I always listen to you- “

“Oh-” Fiercely rolling your eyes, you twist away from him and pull your hand up and out of his reach. He always listens to you?? “Because I was asking you that because I needed to know, if I should let go of any dumb hope that the man I wanted would actually ever actually love me back, or if I should wait- because I would’ve waited. I really would’ve… “Looking at him now, you remember that part for definite. You loved him, you wanted him, you would’ve waited… however long, he needed. “Do you remember what you said, Inkubus?? It was important, so you should remember it. You better.”

You watch him and see the very moment the memory flickers through his head; The wince that follows… you almost feel the regret that must burn in his chest. “I said- “The sharp look in your eyes makes him stop. You do not want to hear them again. “I see… “

“Yeah.”

“I don’t suppose I could make it up to you, for that grievous mistake on my part?”

Here was the man you wanted so badly for the past 5 years, finally finally begging for you- actually begging. You know if you only said yes, just closed the door behind you and nodded he would grin at you and your insides would turn to goop, he’d kiss you just the way you imagined - and damn it did you imagine. Which is just wasted time, now, - and he would take it from there. It would be so easy to do. You might even be happy with the decision…

But then you take a deep breath and look away from him. Remember how he left and you had pick up your pieces and do this fucking thing on your own.

So, no. No.

You can’t.

Now your voice has lost all the unrestrained venom from before, all the anger, and you’re just tired and sad. “If you had said something earlier… “ God, it would have been so different… “But no. No. Its too late.”

“Y/N- “

You close the door.

Laughing Jack: i hope you can forgive me one day. i’m sorry i didn’t say goodbye when u left. i love you

L.J’s POV

“Just send it.” I growl, an almost feral edge to my tone that I cant say I’m fully proud of. “Put. It. In. It’s just a bloody letter Jack. Now!- “

The letter nearly slips into the slot this time, but I see Y/N’s face in my head for a moment, just a moment, and they’re pretty as ever but they’re reading the letter. They’re reading the letter, finishing it, and then setting it aside. They do not respond to me.

The letter swerves and goes over the top, slipping down the backside of the letterbox, instead.

“Aghh!” I’m heaving. This is ridiculous! What!? Why can’t I- “My god.” Dropping to my knees on the ground, I reach underneath the letterbox with one of my long arms and collect the now dusty, dirty letter back again. I sigh. “Of course.”

Slowly getting back up to my feet, I look at the letterbox with a frown on my lips. I have to do this. I have to tell them…

Okay. Taking a deep breath and puffing out my chest, I inwardly pump myself up for this. I think I need to, considering how hard this seems to be. Let’s go Jack, we can do this, we’re very very close. Just one more try. Come on. Here we go-

I accidentally picture Y/N again at exactly the wrong moment. This time it’s a memory; This actually happened. And its horrible.

Before my eyes, seemingly, I see them animatedly explaining why they have to leave to me - because they got an amazing job opportunity, a fact I’m surprised I remember considering I was blocking them out at this point, - , that they’re so very sorry - something I definitely didn’t care to hear at the time, - , and then… inviting me to see them off the next day. Say goodbye properly.

… But the next day came and I didn’t go to see them off… The letter once again mises its target. I saved myself from that unnecessary pain of saying goodbye. Didn’t I?

I’ve been so sure about that, for a while… But not so much, lately. No. Suddenly I regret it. I’m thinking maybe I should have been there, maybe it would have been better. Perhaps I wouldn’t still have this nagging itch in my chest every time I think about them. I wish I would have… been there…

And now I just want to tell them that. They need to know that I’m sorry I didn’t go, or say goodbye to them when they left.

That I hope they forgive me.

I love them.

But I am apparently physically incapable of sending this bloody letter!

Wheezy Weasel: the universe keeps putting us in the same place at the same time and you still refuse to come to me

Creaaaaaaaaaaaak- “Oh, shoot.”

“Mmm… toldya that floorboards a little loose.” Wheezy mumbles sleepily, cracking his eyes open to see you caught with your boot just pulled on but not laced up yet. He immediately sees what’s happening, and those scary steel eyes narrow at you. Oh, no. You were really hoping to avoid that. “… Goin’ somewhere?”

“I… “ Searching for the words gets you nowhere; There are no words to sufficiently explain yourself in a flattering light. You’re running away- again.

“Its kinda early.”

“Wheezy, I- “ You try again, but he’s already climbing out of bed and fixing his sleeves. Watching him, you wait for the way he’ll shut down and let you go like he always does. It hurts, but you’re used to it. And you’re sure it hurts him when he sees that you’re leaving, so… you’re even. You owe it to him to stay and see the moment he gives up on whatever’s between the two of you every time.

“No.” Is all he says, and you’re a little surprised. No?? What does no mean??? You open your mouth to ask, concerned, but he says it again; Head still down and eyes not on you as he finished rolling up his sleeves. “No.”

“No??”

He lifts his eyes to see you again and you’re struck with the utter intensity of them. “No, yer not leavin’ again.”

Jaw dropping, you look around- searching inside yourself for the words again- this time to say yes, you are. You have to, this isn’t good for either one of you. Sorry. “… Actually- “

“Y/N,” Suddenly he’s in front of you and his hand’s on your face and his eyes are soft on you now and god- you could give up right there. He is such kryptonite to you, its unbelievable. “Just stay this time, huh? Just fer breakfast- its Greasy’s day, so you don’t haveta worry about anything. And it might actually taste good, considering the boss aint cookin’.”

“I can’t stay for breakfast… “

“Why’s that?”

“You know why!”

Eyes going cold again like a switch, Wheezy gives a frustrated sigh in front of you and closes his eyes; Letting his hand fall down to your shoulder, instead. “… why can’t you believe this could work?”

What kind of question is that? Exasperated and desperate to just leave, you step away from him, edging towards the door. “Because it never does!- “

He looks at you again and he looks so damn frustrated, throwing his arm out for emphasis. It’s surprising, he’s usually so cool. “ - Because you always run away! What are you scared of, Y/N??” He comes in close to you again and you feel like a bowl of soup- “The universe keeps putting us together over and over again- and you still refuse to come to me.” His voice is quiet, and soft as it can be after years of chain smoking, and it’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you… in a crappy low-rent apartment downtown smelling faintly of pee, no less. “… Why’s that??”

You have no idea what to say to second part, so you elect to ignore it. Its easier. “… I’m not scared- “

“Really?? You coulda fooled me.”

“Wheezy, I-… This is dangerous, for me.” You can feel the pressure building up, hear the blood pumping in your ears. You have not wanted to admit this part, you have wanted to keep it buried so as to not hurt him but it’s about to come out and you can’t stop it. “This stuff that you do for Smartass, and the judge… I can’t be mixed up in all that! I could get hurt. And… I can’t-… I can’t… “

“… y’cant put yourself in that situation for a guy.” He realises slowly, on his own. And it’s a small relief… though really, really small.

You want to tell him it’s not true, that he is so worth it because truly, honestly, he is and you love him… but… “Yeah,” You let out, more as breath then an actual admission. But he hears it.

And he understands, too. He nods and actually looks like he understands you. Which just makes it worse for you! He’s fucking perfect, what the hell!? “I get that… “

“Thank you… “

… When it’s clear that Wheezy isn’t going to stop you this time, you sit down on the edge of the bed and silently do up your boot laces. Wheezy carefully sits down next to you, reaching to get your jacket for you and hold it silently while you finish your boots. When you do finish, you turn to him and he hands it to you, forcing a small smile.

For a moment more you just sit there, wondering how you could possibly say goodbye to him. Really, say goodbye. Because you don’t think… you’re ever going to do this again. Not after this. Its over.

You can feel your heart breaking as you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Wheezy.”

“Love ya, baby.”

“Oh I love you too.” You sigh out, pausing only a moment more to let it sink in, then take a deep breath and leave the room.

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If He doesn't Scare You, No Evil Thing will

Cruella!Helmut Zemo x Reader

Words: 5.5K

Summary: Helmut Zemo, the best designer, a cold and manipulative man. You, a barista, a kind and gentle person. Nothing common between you two yet fate had its ways to toy with you.

A/N: None of the above pictures are mine, all rights go to their owners, especially the beautiful work of art by @enstatia which inspired this whole story.

Baron Helmut Zemo is the best fashion designer in the entire world.

He was rich, smart and elegant. He was adored by some and hated by many.

He wasn't a gentleman, he was rude and cunning, and he always got what he wanted. In the name of fashion, he had done many terrible things.

The Sokovian noble born became a well-known name in the entire world after his first collection.

Most people knew him for his famous furs, others knew him because he liked to crush the competition, literally.

He always said, fashion isn't kind, so why should he be?

You were always fascinated by fashion, even if you didn't have a taste for it or the money to afford it.

But Zemo's collections always stood out for you, you spent many many hours looking at his clothing. His taste and creativity were beyond everything you could ever imagine.

But you will never be able to afford anything of his, working in a coffee shop certainly didn't give you the paycheck of your dreams, if you were honest you barely made enough to live but you dreamed big.

You let out a long sigh as you were getting ready to close the store finally. A long shift and you were the only one remaining to close it all up.

Just as you were sweeping the floors, a man came rushing in, he was heaving, he clearly had a run, but who would run in a suit like that?

"We are cl-"

"PLEASE! I need a double espresso urgently."

"Sorry, Sir."

"I NEED that coffee or my boss will kill me! Please! I pay extra, double, triple whatever but I need that coffee." he was desperate, probably a new started who was trying to impress their boss.

"Okay." you ended up saying. "But! This is the first and only time! You have to come next time during open hours!"

"Thank you! THANK YOU!"

You made the coffee as best as you could in your tired state before handing it to him.

He really did leave a nice tip for you and was soon out the door, running.

You shook your head and closed up.

The next day, everything went normally. Customers came, left, some leaving you nice tips.

Then, when you stood behind the bar, he arrived again.

"Hello. Coming this time during normal hours." he laughed lightly. "Look my boss really liked the coffee you made for him, so I'll have to come here regularly from now on, maybe even more than once a day. So, I'll always order the same, double espresso, like you made yesterday and for me a cappuccino."

And just like he said, he came to the store every morning at 7:50 sharp, ordered the same thing every time and occasionally, he arrived in the afternoon.

"I do see why Boss likes your coffee, the cappuccino you made for me was amazing."

He was your first regular customer. He told you he worked for a big company and had a husband and a german shepherd. He was talkative as if he didn't have anyone to talk to about these things during the day.

Then, one day, he didn't come in the morning.

It was strange coming from someone sharp.

But, you went on with your day, and just as you were ready to close, the front doorbell sounded off.

It gave you deja vu.

"Sorry, but we are closi-" you stopped immediately when you noticed the man in front of you.

Baron Helmut Zemo.

The leading man in fashion, in this little store.

"I didn't have my espresso today, you see my assistant got sick."

That explained a lot, like how he was always so dressed and in a hurry.

You didn't know what to do. To deny him coffee would be a death sentence.

He sat down at a table like it was the most casual thing.

You made him the coffee, just like you always did.

"Anything else I could get you?" you asked as you placed the mug in front of him.

"No, thank you." as he picked up the mug his hand brushed against yours.

He was much nicer than people made him in their stories. Maybe he was having a good day, you didn't want to poke around, so you left and went back to whipping tables and cleaning the floor.

When he finished, he left you a good tip and without another word, he was off.

Everything happened so fast, you wondered if it was even real.

In the end, you convinced yourself that it couldn't possibly be Baron Zemo, and you just moved on.

The next day, the assistant guy didn't come nor did Zemo so you really must have been imagining things.

However on the third day, just before closing time, both arrived.

"We are still in time right?" asked the assistant, whose name you just remembered being Bucky. "Can I also get a slice of that chocolate cake please?" he asked as he ordered while the Baron sat down. You knew better so you acted like a professional and served them both.

And while they talked about work, you cleaned the tables.

"Y/N." you heard your name being called, nearly making you jump. "Can you help us?"

"No need to bother her, James, I know what I want."

Bucky rolled his eyes as you walked over, you looked at the drawings in front of them.

Two beautiful suits, one dark with fur around the neck, white with black dots, reminded you of dalmatians, the other suit just as beautiful, dark green with gold embellishments. Both are similar styles for a very very rich man.

"Which one do you think is better?" you looked at both of them.

"Both look really nice."

"You have to pick." said the Baron and you picked up both papers.

"I like this one better." you said placing the dotted one back on the table. Zemo had a smirk on his face while Bucky huffed. "But it's missing something." you said as your eyes were glued to the paper.

"Boss said the same thing." said Bucky before taking the other drawing and putting it away.

"Is it for a man or woman?" you asked as it wasn't clear from the drawing, your question was for Bucky but Zemo answered.

"It's for me. It will be made out of fur, real fur, but as you said, it's missing something. And I'm not going to the fashion show with an incomplete piece."

Then you remembered something.

"Do you have pencils?" you asked and Bucky nodded, he gave you the box of coloured pencils.

They both watched you as you did something.

You showed them both.

You added red gloves. Ones that were missing on the fingers.

They both went silent. Completely silent and you knew you messed up.

"I-I'm sorry. I ruined it." you were about to place it on the table when the Baron grabbed it and looked at it.

"He loves it." said Bucky. "He always has that face when he loves something.

"Incredible! You have an eye for fashion!"

"I really don't, Sir. I just-"

"Come with me to the fashion show in Rome! I need your eye, your talent is impeccable."

You tried to refuse, you really did. But it was hard to argue with a Baron. And in the end, you had to go. Because who were you to say no?

You told your boss you are sick, so you won't be able to make it for two weeks.

You couldn't believe you were going to miss work, but the nice check the Baron put into your hands was twice as much as you made in three months.

"For your time." he said when he placed it into your hands. And you nearly doubled over at the amount written on it.

"This is too much."

"Not at all. It's barely anything for your time." he said as he left.

You learned he loved to have the last word.

And now here you were, looking into your wardrobe, realizing just how poor you were.

You didn't even have decent clothes to wear to work let alone to the biggest fashion event!

Then the packages arrived.

Clothes, some were so new they weren't even announced just yet.

And a simple note that the delivery guy handed you as Bucky carried the boxes into your tiny apartment.

'Wear these. H.Z.'

A simple message, you couldn't question it. Then you realized you never even tell him your address let alone your sizes to be able to send you clothes.

"Bucky? How did you know where I live?"

"Oh, easy, Boss told me, he had a feeling you wouldn't have any dresses for a fashion event, so he sent me along, you should try them on."

He sat down on your couch sipping a glass of wine.

Just where did he get the wine from? And how did his boss know where you lived?

And again, you couldn't say no, so you tried everything on. If you were honest you were impressed and also happy to have Bucky there, you had a great time.

Then, the day came.

But instead of Bucky, a driver came to pick you up. It was a luxurious car which drove you to the airport.

You didn't even dare to talk to him, but you do remember his name when he introduced himself, Frederick.

He looked like the kind of intimidating guy who was actually really sweet and kind. But you rather not push his buttons.

"Here she is." said the Baron as you got out of the car, a luxurious jet awaiting the two of you. "James sadly couldn't make it, his husband had an accident and he wanted to stay with him. But fashion doesn't wait so it will be the two of us on this trip, I hope that is okay with you."

"Most certainly." you said as he lead you into the jet and showed you where everything was.

You weren't sure why you were even there, because he liked your idea of red gloves? Because you made good coffee? Why were you there?!

"I can almost hear you thinking, how about we do something creative instead of your worries." he thought you were scared of flying. You weren't. But it was a better excuse than the fact that you had a very handsome and rich man sitting right across from you and it made you nervous.

He placed a couple of drawings in front of you, all with women's clothing this time, gorgeous gowns and suits.

"Which one should be the centrepiece of my show?" he asked as he leaned back in his chair, watching you closely

You looked at him for a moment before looking at the table, why was he asking you? He must have one already.

Collections don't come out unless you have one, do they?

You looked at him as he was sipping some champagne before your eyes moved across the drawings.

Was this a test? It had to be. He had to be toying with you. Or it could be genuine, but you had your doubts.

You picked the dress you liked the most and he nodded.

He didn't comment or ask anything, he just simply nodded and left it at that.

---

When you arrived in Rome, your breath was taken away. This lifestyle. This level of luxury that came so naturally for him was something you never even imagined.

You got a room in the most expensive hotel, your room was more like an apartment. The view was gorgeous.

And again, you asked yourself, what were you doing there?

Then the phone in the room rang, and you picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Darling, let's go and get something to eat, you must be hungry from the flight." It was Zemo.

"Oh, sure."

"Let's meet in the lobby, 10 minutes?"

And sure enough, ten minutes later, there he was, standing in the middle like a King in a gorgeous deep wine-red suit. While you had jeans and a shirt on... great. You should have changed.

As he turned and saw you, he did make a face, he hoped you didn't see, but you surely did.

Half of the things on the menu, you couldn't even pronounce, so you stuck with something you knew, hamburgers and fries. It also worried you that you couldn't find the prices.

Zemo got something very Italian. By the sound of it.

It looked really nice, some nice pasta, cheese, but your burger, oh, your burger was everything.

It was so delicious, you nearly went blind eating it. And the fries were beyond this world.

"I hope you are enjoying yourself, is your room appropriate?"

"More than that. I have a huge balcony, I can see the Colosseum from there!"

"Glad to hear that you enjoy it. What about the dresses? I sent you a couple, do you not like them?" his brows furrowed as he pointed at your top.

"Oh, they are beautiful, but I just wasn't sure when to wear them."

"Whenever you see fit. They are yours after all." he said that but he clearly didn't mean it. He wanted you to wear those dresses, it was clear.

"They cannot be mine, they are way too expensive." you argued as you thought he only gave them for the trip.

"I made them just for you, they only fit you." you really didn't want to believe him.

But you went along with it.

You knew better than to argue with Baron Zemo himself.

Later that evening, you sat out on the balcony, taking in the view then suddenly something hit you.

"Did he say he MADE them just for me?" sudden realization hit you like a train.

---

The first day of the fashion show, you felt really out of place. Even with the beautiful dress you had on, you didn't feel comfortable at all.

You were nervous as you entered the car and you were even more nervous when you realized that there are paparazzi.

"Take deep breaths, don't look into the flash and you'll be fine. And smile." Zemo said as he put his arm around you and guided you through the crowd. People were trying to ask questions but he only waved and smiled.

And then, you were inside.

The first show wasn't Zemo's. It was a woman's collection. Filled with colour and texture. Not really your style, but you just sat there, not making any faces. There were too many cameras watching, if they caught you at the wrong time, your life could be over.

"What do you think?" asked Zemo as he leaned over and into your ear. You were in the middle of watching another oversized coat walk down the runway.

"Not my favourite. Everything is too big, it swallows them." you said honestly, turning to him, hoping no one heard you.

"Quite right, My Dear." he said before leaning back and continuing to watch.

About three more collections later, that day was done.

And the fact that you didn't like anything... worried you. Zemo asked every time, how you like it, but you could never say a good thing.

How can someone be exhausted after such a day?

All you had to do was sit and smile occasionally when Zemo introduced you to people.

Oh, the number of men and women who could kill you with their eyes just to be standing next to the man who kept his arm around your waist.

He always introduced you as a friend, but the looks you received from people were not meant for a friend. They saw you as a threat.

But now, you were back at the hotel, sitting on the balcony, still in that gorgeous dress as you enjoyed your view.

You promised yourself that morning that you are going to enjoy your time here. After all, who knew if you would ever be able to make it back to Rome anytime soon or ever in your life for that matter.

"Darling?" the voice came from the room and it made you jump in your seat.

"Zemo?"

"Here you are. I see you do enjoy the view." he sat down next to you in another chair, looking at you, not the view.

"It's beautiful. How did you get into my room?"

"It is breathtaking. I came to ask if you are ready for dinner, I see you didn't change." he just completely ignored your question.

"I like this dress. And yes, I'm ready for dinner." you said as you looked at him, eyes shining but he didn't smile, he simply nodded and guided you to the dining hall.

Dinner was as delicious as the day before. You were a bit more daring regarding the food you ordered.

"Tell me about yourself." he suddenly said. Now you were glad you didn't have any food or drink in your mouth.

Why would he be interested?

But he genuinely looked like he cared, and what harm would it be to tell him?

Not like he really cared, he probably just wanted you to ask the same from him and after you told your story, you did ask him.

But he dodged the question and instead told you how tomorrow will go down.

A three-day fashion event. Was that too much or too little? You weren't sure.

But your second day was much like the first, except it was longer.

The day before Zemo made you promise that you'd wear the pink dress he sent you.

Much like the day before, he came to pick you up in the morning, complimenting you while he looked like a nicely wrapped box of bonbons.

The man looked way too good for his own good.

He sat in the car with you, looking out the window, you enjoyed the view.

"Hopefully today we will see something we actually like. What would you like to see?" he asked.

"I want to see yours." you said without any hesitation.

"Hm, you do have good taste." he said just before the car stopped.

Another day without seeing any interesting pieces. You did see one thing, a kind of duo chrome gown, it looked promising, but the back of it... horrible.

You made a face which amused Zemo. He did notice how hopefull you were and then you saw the back.

And now you learned that Zemo's collection will be tomorrow, the last day, the grand finale.

You were about to get dressed when there was a knock on your door, a woman came in with a gorgeous dress, you recognized it from the sketches Zemo showed you on the plane.

"Miss, Mr Zemo send us as he was required before the show. He sent us to get you there, we have a car ready."

The fact that you had to go alone scared you a tad bit. But you did understand why he would be there earlier.

You felt like a Goddess honestly, the dress was perfect. You can imagine him in his room, perfecting every detail before sending it over to you.

You knew he wouldn't give out anything less than perfect from his hands.

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"To us." he said lifting his champagne, "To the perfect show." he said as you clicked your glass against his. You smiled as you lifted the glass to your lips.

"To you." you said. "Your amazing collection."

"Precisely." he said and nodded. "Wouldn't have been able to do it without you, Darlin’."

And then you suddenly realized.

It was your last day there, last dinner with him and you knew you were going to miss him.

You'll have to go back to the life of a barista. And you were okay with that. You never expected this to happen, so even the fact that it did give you a reason to go forward.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked when the waitress left after she poured you two glasses of wine.

"Go ahead." he said as he lifted his glass.

"Why did you invite me? What is your real reason? Because I'm still confused by it."

"Beauty is something I always thrived for. I always wanted to achieve perfection. With my clothes especially. When Bucky mentioned this new shop with the kind barista I didn't think much. But he started to mention you more and more. And then I went to see you for myself, you took my breath away. You inspired me as a muse would. Something I have never had. I always worked for myself, but now, now I create for you, Darlin’."

You still didn't want to believe him. You weren't that beautiful, you weren't even thin.

"I-"

"I know you doubt yourself. I see it in your eyes. But there is nothing to doubt. Your beauty is extraordinary. You might not see it, your body, and your curves would drive any man crazy, including me. And your personality, you are shining my Darling. Like today, in that dress, I couldn't stop looking at you. Breathtaking, you always look breathtaking but when I see you wear something I made, it does something to me."

You were not sure if this was some weird kink of his. Picking up unsuspecting broke women and then living a fantasy through them. But the way his eyes shined told you he wasn't lying nor was this a weird kink. Adoration is what you saw. But then, why didn't you believe him? Why couldn't you? Could it be what he said before? The way you doubt yourself, it can be getting in your way.

"I'm not that special."

"You don't see what I see. Do you think I get everyone on a plane to Rome because they thought of adding red gloves to a suit? You are exquisite, and I planned on seducing you. I'm not really good at the love department, but you are special."

Seducing you? Love? Well, the black suit he had on certainly didn't help your situation. He looked way too delicious for his own good. You couldn't think straight.

"Are you serious or are you playing with me? Is this some game rich people play?"

"No game, Darling. I'm serious about my feelings." this is when the waitress arrived with your food. He studied your face. "You do not believe me."

"It's hard to. It's hard to believe that a man of your level would ever be interested in someone like me. I'm a simple woman, a barista while you are the best fashion designer in the entire world."

"Do titles bother you that much?"

"When it's this huge, yes. What will people think? You with me? Me with you? They will think I blackmailed you, that I'm a golddigger or something."

"Don't be silly, Love. I do not care what others say about me. My work speaks for itself. But if you really are not interested, I'll understand."

"It's not..." you looked around, no one was paying any attention. "It's not that I'm not interested in you. It's just hard to process your declaration of love when your face barely moves."

"I trained myself. So I wouldn't get wrinkles."

Of course, he did.

"How can I prove myself? How can I prove that my feelings are true?"

"I don't know, honestly."

"I brought you on many dates. Every day, I saw every lunch, breakfast and dinner as a date. Even if you didn't. Which now I realize you might not have. I should have told you from the beginning, but I needed to know who the angel who made those amazing espressos was. And I really found an angel. I watched you as you worked, cleaned the store when you were ready to close and I walked in."

"I need to think." you said honestly.

"Of course, I never expected you to be ready with an answer. But please know, I am serious."

Rest of the dinner, you spent quietly, eating and trying to think.

Why did he have to look so delicious in his suit?! It wasn't fair.

Your mind couldn't even register that evening or the next morning, nor the flight nor when you stood in front of your apartment while Zemo's driver got your suitcases out. You arrived with more than you left with.

You turned and looked at Zemo.

"Thank you again for the opportunity and the amazing memories." he only nodded once before you walked away from him.

Zemo had a cold heart. His industry and past made him this way, but he could feel his cold heart break into millions of pieces as he watched you walk away and the door closed behind you. He got back into the car and headed home, home into the cold mansion where he lived all alone.

You couldn't even unpack. Your suitcases have been in the same place as you left them days ago when you arrived home.

So many thoughts yet your mind was blank, and your heart hurt.

But why was it hurting so badly? The look in his eyes as you said goodbye. It was as if he was a different person, not the kind Zemo you saw at the shows, not the Zemo who laughed with you as you looked at all the dresses and discussed them at dinner.

It was the cold and old Zemo who walked into your work many days ago.

Today was your day off.

You haven't seen or heard about Zemo or Bucky at all. You figured they were busy after such an amazing show.

You pulled out your phone and smiled as you looked at all the photos you took.

During many days you and Zemo went around Rome, being tourists he guided you through the streets as if he was living there for years.

How did you fail to see the look in his eyes? He took so many photos of you at your request and then you stopped at one.

It was a selfie of you and Zemo. You remember how grumpy he was but you ended up getting a picture where he was in the background.

Then photos of the last show, his show.

You took many photos of him.

And then, as if someone poured cold water all over you.

He was wearing the suit. THE SUIT, with the red gloves.

"You picked this one out." he said when you complimented him. At the time you only laughed it off not believing him.

And you realized your many mistakes.

You were too blind to realize what was happening right in front of you.

You fell in love.

You fell in love with him and you didn't even know it.

Now, the place on your waist where he always had his hand felt hot, burning. You couldn't believe how stupid you were.

How could you ignore his feelings? The way he looked at you, the way he held you and walked with you.

"I wouldn't have anyone else by my side, Love." he said one day and it all came crushing down.

You wanted to yell. Scream.

How could you done this?! Who cares about titles? Who cares about who he was.

All you cared about was him.

The way he looked at you, the way he smelled and the way he cared for you.

You rushed out of your apartment and got a taxi.

Only when you stood in front of the building you realized you had no idea what you were doing. You walked in and the receptionist gave you a look.

She probably had a strong feeling towards the crocks you wore, the sweatpants and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt.

"How may I help?"

"I'm here to speak with Helmut Zemo? I have an urgent matter." she gave you another look.

"Sure, I'll call security."

"No, please I'm serious, can you at least call him? Or his assistant? Bucky Barnes? They know me, I promise."

She only raise her brow as security started to walk towards you.

"Ma'am, please." one man said and you really didn't want to cause a scene.

"Please, just call Bucky at least, I really-"

"Y/N?" all of you looked at Bucky who just exited the elevator. "What are you doing here?"

"Mr Barnes we are about to get this lady out, I apologize for the scene."

As the bodyguard grabbed your arm Bucky almost growled at the man.

"HEY, let her go. I really don't think your boss would appreciate you touching her and you," he continued pointing at the receptionist. "You throw people out without confirming if we expect them or not?"

"Sir, sorry but I didn't think-"

"Exactly, you didn't think, but you wouldn't know so, I suggest you do your job properly from now."

"Yes, Sir. I apologize."

Bucky got you into the elevator as he looked at you. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk with Helmut."

Bucky smirked. "Oh it's just like a romantic movie, the heroine realizes her love for the cold hearted man and rushes to confess to him." Bucky said with a dreamy voice. "But wait! What are you wearing?!"

"I was home! what am I supposed to wear at home?"

"You need to change." he said as he pushed a different button on the elevator. "Hair, make up and dress."

And again, you knew better than to argue with Bucky.

About two hours later, you felt and looked like a completely different woman.

"Much better."

"I don't even want to know how much the clothes cost."

"Then don't ask. He's free now, probably in his office mopping."

"Why would he be cleaning?"

"Not that kind of mopping. He is sad because he let you go. SO ROMANTIC."

"Bucky." you said as you went up the elevator, top floor to finally do what you were ready to do 2 hours ago. "I'm nervous."

"Don't be. You wouldn't even have to say anything just go in, kiss him and boom. Wedding." you wanted to laugh. "Good luck." he said as he stopped in front of a huge door. He knocked before rushing off like a child.

"Come in." you heard his voice inside and you slowly opened the door.

He was sitting in his chair, his back to you. "What do you need Bucky, I told you I don't have the dresses, I don't even have ideas."

"Looks like you lost your muse." you said, your heart hammering in your chest.

"I did but why are you saying that?" did he really not realize that you were not Bucky?

"Why don't you get it back?"

"I told you I-" this time he turned and noticed you. He was, of course, wearing a suit, he look at you as if you were a ghost. "Darlin’? Am I imagining things?"

"No, and I'm sorry for being so blind. I came to tell you that if you want to, I'd like to try... us." you watched as he stood up from his chair.

"Are you serious?"

You nodded as he took steps towards you. He placed his palm against your cheek, leaning down to kiss you.

A kiss to make sure you were real, a kiss to finally mend and melt his heart.

When he pulled back, you smiled at him.

"You look stunning."

"Thank Bucky."

"Of course."

"But I do want my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt back!" he couldn't even comprehend what you just said. He was way too happy to fully process it.

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That Christmas, you were already living with him.

You had a rather difficult time finding something for him as a gift, but then you came up with the perfect one and with the help of Bucky, you got just the thing.

You couldn't wait for his reaction to see it.

You smiled as you opened all of your gifts, clothes, jewellery, and a trip to Japan. Everything is absolutely amazing.

"Thank you, Babe, now, it's your turn."

"We said nothing serious." he said motioning towards the huge box you had in your hand which you just brought it.

"I know, open it."

Helmut looked at you and then at the box. He opened it, and then immediately looked up at you.

"What-"

You reached into the box and pulled out the small puppy and handed her to him.

"You can name her, she is a nine week old-"

"Dalmatian." he finished your sentence as he took the puppy from you. The puppy immediately started to lick his face. You smiled.

"You like her?"

He looked up at you and nodded.

"I thought I already had the best present be you, but this is amazing. Thank you, Love."

You pulled out your phone and took many many photos of him and the dog.

"What should be her name?" you asked as you watched the puppy sleep while you and Helmut cuddled on the couch.

"Cruella De Vil." you laughed slightly.

"Of course, you'd pick a name like this." you shook your head. "Cruella it is then."

You leaned over to give him a kiss on the lips as he pulled you even closer before another movie started on the TV.

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Baroness/fem!reader, reader is her assistant, baroness falls and hurts her ankle, she's forced to drop the ice bitch act in private as the reader takes care of her. Even if the rest of the staff don't see it

— a/n * ˚ ✦: Huge apologies for the long wait of merely 10 months, I’m really really sorry I haven’t been in the right mind to write. I hope you can still enjoy it, even though it's been so long since you‘ve written this request. 🩵

— word count -`,✎; 1.2k

— pairing ༉‧₊˚✧ ; baroness von hellman x fem!reader

It was a really busy day in London, therefore also in the house of Hellman. Employees were scurrying around in the enormous fashion house, dressing mannequins, and restocking clothes. It was one of those days when the Baroness decided to show up in the store, making everyone a nervous mess. She wasn’t known for going easy on people, especially not when it concerned her fashion.

You were busily trying to set up her office, organising refreshers and snacks for her upcoming meetings, the Baroness expected nothing but perfectionism. As her assistant, it was your job to fulfil these needs. You clumsily tried to light the candles in the golden candleholder, the last thing for the ambience to look neat. A few deep breaths later you decided that your job was done, for now. When the Baroness arrives there would be greater tasks than her office, and for that you would have to prepare yourself now.

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An hour later, a black, almost carriage-looking, car stopped in front of the store. You hurried to the gates of the fashion house, greeting your boss. Her lips were painted a deep maroon red, whilst her pompous dress swayed with every step she took. The woman radiated power and wealth. You gulped as soon as her eyes landed on you, her mood wasn’t pleasant, to say the least. The baroness flicked her wrist at you, motioning for you to follow, and with her head held high, the fashion icon strode through the tall glass doors. You hurried to her side, trying to keep up her pace. “Good morning”, you quickly said and tried for a clumsy smile. The baroness shot you a quick glance, scoffed and took in the scene of her scurrying employees. “Only use ‘good’ if the morning actually is”, she advised snarly and pursed her lips. Her rather analysing look applied to a certain young woman who was white as a wall when she spotted her boss.

Every time you saw the baroness, your heart clenched slightly, not exactly knowing why since she never did more than make people feel small. But something in you tended to like her a little more than you should.

All the things she wanted to restock, a little leather handbag, and a pile of clothes, fell to the floor when the Baroness’ blue eyes pierced through the young girl. To say that the poor woman was petrified would’ve been an understatement. “What are you looking at? Pick those up!”, Baroness von Hellman barked and pointed to the scattered clothes on the floor, “And make sure they’re clean.” Her voice was sharp as a knife. Then she turned to you, eyeing your being for a moment, long enough to ask yourself if something was wrong with your appearance. “Is my office ready for my meeting at 2?”, she asked snidely and put her hands on her hips.

“Everything’s ready. Mr Kohl will bring new designs”, you replied curtly and nodded. The Baroness rolled her eyes. “So be it, I’ll be in my office”, she announced to you and turned to walk off. A breath of relief, that she was at least somewhat pleased, escaped your lungs. However, the next thing you heard was a loud ‘For heaven's sake!’, your eyes shot in that direction, only to see the baroness lying on the floor, hissing and visibly appalled. You ushered over kneeling next to her. It appeared, that the young employee forgot to pick up the black leather bag, over which the baroness tripped and fell.

“Are you alright?”, you asked and reached out your hand to help her get up. “Don’t touch me”, she hissed. You scowled in response and slowly retrieved your hand, and scooted backwards to give her a little more space. The baroness clumsily tried to get up herself but failed miserably. Your eyes scanned down to her ankle, seeing it was visibly swollen. “It’s turning blue, just let me help you get up?”, you repeatedly asked and your expression softened. It was visible on her face that she contemplated accepting your help. Then she reached out her hand for you to take it. However, getting her off the floor took a little more than just her hand. You gently held her by the waist, helping her get up and while doing so, your cheeks flushed slightly. “Make sure she gets fired”, Baroness von Hellman hissed and her grip around your waist tightened, steadying herself. “Now bring me to my office”, she caustically snarled nudging your body to move forward. Her warm hands clutching your hand on her waist, for reasons that weren’t clear to you.

It might’ve looked somewhat ungraceful but the two of you managed to get into her office without any more incidents. After placing her on her office chair, you pulled a small stool underneath her injured ankle to prop it up. “I’ll get someone to bring ice”, you announced, already making your way out of the door again. “Can’t you do it?”, she asked snarkily. You turned around, eyes widened at her sharp request. “I meant, can’t you please do it?”, The Baroness corrected herself and sounded a tad bit softer. “Of course, I’ll see what I can do”, you replied and excused yourself.

And some time later you reappeared in her office with a pack of ice in your hands. The Baroness’ looked like she yearned for the coolness on her ankle. You gently placed the ice on her injured spot and took a step back. “That shall do it”, you mumbled and brushed some hair out of your forehead.

There were a few long moments of silence before Baroness von Hellman decided to speak up again. “Thank you”, she said, not looking up from her papers. “You’re welcome”, you replied curtly and turned to go, wanting to prepare the staff for the afternoon Rushhour. “I mean it, thank you”, she repeated with a little more force. It was unlike her to thank someone and even more to actually say it twice. “It’s fine, no worries”, you replied carefully, not knowing if this was a trap. Then the Baroness finally decided to look up at you she waved you over to her desk. “You were the only one to rush over and help me, I owe a ‘thank you’”, she remarked and held your gaze, “Everyone else was too afraid to even ask if I was alright.”

Everything she had said was true, her employees were far too scared to even look directly into her eyes not to mention go up and help her. The longer she looked at you the more you realised that her expression had grown softer. “I just wanted to know that you’re taken care of, I wouldn’t have liked to see you in pain when I was right next to you.” It looked like the baroness was taken aback from your sudden heartfelt words, a subtle smile tugged her lips. “Come back later”, she then said with no hint of mockery or disdain, “And fire that lady with the bag.”

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