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WE WILL ROCK YOU
SoftCruella&FemRock Reader
Cruella had been pondering with fashion ideas since taking over the new named Hell Hall but she kept running up a blank which in return frustrated her as she threw her work onto the floor as she let out a sigh in frustration as Jasper walks in.
"What do you want know Jasper"
Jasper was taking aback at how Cruella new it was him before he even said anything
"Well I was thinking there's a rock open mic night happing at the park later maybe it will get your mind off of everything since you have been stressed"
Cruella turned looking at him before waving him off to leave not saying a word as Jasper leaves the flyer for her once he was gone of course she picks it up taking a look at it maybe getting out could be some fun.
Later that night.......
Cruella attended the so called open rock concert everyone she had listened to so far were absolutely dreadful in her opinion she was about to leave but a Y/H/C woman walked on the stage dressed in black jeans , black T-Shirt, black converse shoes and a black leather jacket as she spoke into the mic.
"Hi everyone my name is Y/N and tonight I'm gonna sing a song I wrote I hope you like it"
Suddenly Y/N started to stop her feet then clap making a beat almost then the crowed started to copy her as she smiled then began to sing even cruella found herself joining in.
"Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise ,Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday You got mud on your face, you big disgrace ,Kicking your can all over the place, singin"
Cruella found her self smiling at this woman getting lost in her voice
"We will, we will rock you ,We will, we will rock you"
The woman slipped on a guitar as she took the mic off and began doing a jump stomp as she sang
"Buddy, you're a young man, hard man ,Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday You got blood on your face, you big disgrace Waving your banner all over the place"
The woman sang into the mic before pointing it at the crowed as she brought her hand to her ear as the crowed sang along.
"We will, we will rock you, sing it!"
"We will, we will rock you"
The woman smiled and so did Cruella as there eyes locked as the woman sent a wink to cruella
"Buddy, you're an old man, poor man ,Pleading with your eyes, gonna make you some peace someday ,You got mud on your face, big disgrace ,Somebody better put you back into your place"
The crowed and the woman sang along to the chorus as the woman began playing an electric guitar.
"We will, we will rock you, sing it , We will, we will rock you, everybody ,We will, we will rock you, hmm"
"We will, we will rock you"
The woman finished giving a bow as the crowed cheered loud as she then walked off the stage making her way to cruella.
"Hi I'm Y/N Redfield"
Y/N held out her hand for cruella to shake but cruella smiled a gentle smile before wrapping her arm around Y/N's as they begin to walk.
"So Darling how about you take me for coffee so we can then get fully...."
Cruella looks back as Y/N's Ass smirking before look at Y/N again.
"Acquainted with each other shall we"
#cruella#cruella 2021#lgbtq#lgbt#cruella de vil#Estella × Reader#Cruella × Reader#SoftCruella#Female×Female#Lesbian
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Dark Genderbend Cruella De Ville x Soft-Hearted! Reader
In a dimly lit, luxurious office, Cruell paced back and forth, his soft bi-colored hair cascading over his shoulders.
His dark brown eyes, usually filled with mockery and disdain, now burned with pure anger from the fact that he is waiting for his new late secretary.
The door to the study creaked open, and you, a young, curious individual, stepped in.
The air filled with tension, as the fashion disgner's eyes locked on the you, like a predator sizing up its prey, ready to attack.
"You're late," Cruella growled, her voice a sultry, smoky whisper.
You flushed, nervously adjusting your clothing.
"I'm sorry, it was the traffic and I-"
"The Traffic? Really? you chose to use an elementary school excuse for your deliberate negligence, how pathetic."
His insult caused your eyes to glisten with tears, as his words were the straw that broke the camel's back for you today.
And under any stress, you break into tears, yet you try your hardest to hold it in fear of getting fired.
You have been told that in career fields nobody considers your feelings, and that you need to handle pressure if you wish to survive.
And Cruell seems like the perfect example to step on you without any care.
You gulped, feeling the weight of his disapproval, as you quickly plead with him.
"Please, Mr. De Vil, give me a chance to make it up to you, I'll work twice as hard to ensure everything is perfect for your next collection."
"You are danse in every way possible to think that I will allow a naive stupid girl like you near my work"
At his words, you break down completely.
"I'm sorry, I know I'm not the best... I will leave right now"
The fashion designer stays silent for a minute before smirking.
"I will give you a chance, but not to become my secretary, no, I want you for a much greater cause"
You wipe your tears before looking up at him with hope in your eyes and asking.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to become my wife"
Your eyes widens in shock at his proposal.
"What if I don't want to become your wife, Mr. De Vil?" you ask with curiosity, not trying to tease him.
Cruell narrows his eyes at you, chuckling in disbelief.
"I will destroy your life and reputation to the point where nobody accepts you in work nor social life"
That's how you end up as the wife of the villainous fashion designer.
#cruella de vil#reader insert#tw: toxic relationships#Male Cruella De Vil x Reader#Cruella De Vil x Reader#disney x reader
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bestie, beloved mutual, Neptune, I have for real been getting hit on at work by creepy older men and sometimes women multiple times a day, so I was wondering if you could do the more romantically inclined villains witnessing y/n having to deal with several of these people within a short amount of time? You could do any writing style that comes to mind, this is just my way of coping :D ily!!(platonic)
{if this is out of your comfort zone, please message me and kill me :)}
Omg I am so sorry you have to deal with that, as someone who’s had the same experience, I totally understand your frustration. Hang in there pookie ❤️
Villains reaction to (Y/N) being creeped on
TW: old man being creepy/harassment (stay safe everyone)
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During their time at Disney Parks, the Villain’s realized they aren’t the most evil people there
There was this older park attendant working in the same branch as (Y/N) and of course, in typical creep fashion he. would. not. leave. (Y/N). alone.
When they clock in for work “Good Morning (Y/N), I was thinking about you last night.”
During (Y/N)’s lunch break, he’d try to sit across from them. “I saw some kid spill her drink all over you, I have an extra shirt in my locker if you’d like to come with me and get it.”
God, even when they’re both supervising interactions with the Villains “I noticed that new Mickey Mouse pin on your chest, I should call you ‘my little Disney girl’”
All of this was enough for the Villains to notice, and if they’re existence wasn’t dependent on Disney, they would’ve flayed this guy the moment he made eye contact with (Y/N)
Each Villain has seen at least one instance of (Y/N)’s coworker hitting on them, and they all have their own idea of how to deal with the creep
Hades wants to tie the creep to the top of the magic castle and let the seagulls eat his liver
Maleficent is shining up her collection of medieval torture devices
Frollo wants him flogged
Facilier is currently sewing up a voodoo doll, all he needs is some of the old man’s hair
Scar is scheming ways to make his hyenas mauling the man look like an accident
Clayton, Gaston, and Sykes just want to shoot the guy
But for now everyone makes sure that (Y/N) isn’t alone with the guy, something (Y/N) appreciates more than anything
When (Y/N) come teary eyed to the Villains, you know damn well they’re gonna be treated like royalty.
Hook cooks the their favorite meal as Hades brings his best jokes to take their mind off being harassed
Cruella actually understands what (Y/N)s going through, having been a female in the male dominated fashion industry during the 50’s
“Chin up now dear, don’t let some man-thing get to you. Heavens know I had my fare share of degenerates when I started out my illustrious career!”
Even though they can’t physically touch the creep, it’s not a surprise that the man eventually disappeared quit
Something about a series of unfortunate circumstances that coincidentally happed in progression that lead him to have a mental breakdown and leave on short notice
When news of the creeps resignation, all the villains were like:
There are only two reasons the Villains could get along. 1. It’s for (Y/N) 2. The destruction of someone’s life.
(Y/N) has scary dog privileges, but the scary dogs are middle aged magicians
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Hope you enjoyed! Try not to let those old creeps get you down, they’re miserable folks who don’t deserve the time of day! (And for real a man called me his ‘little Disney girl’ when he noticed my Disney pin…. I’m 20..)
#disney villains#self insert#disney imagine#disney x reader#disney hades#captain hook#dr facilier#claude frollo#malificent#cruella de vil
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hii! could u do headcanons for Carlos x villain!reader? i was thinking bff to lovers if that’s okay ^^
Carlos De Vil x villian! reader (headcanons)
Plot: Bff to Lovers
Carlos was one of your best friends who you told everything to. No secrets between each other.
He would secretly harbor feelings for you too scared to confess his love.
Him being teased by Jay about his feelings for you.
Going to Auradon together and him hacking into the school system to make sure you have all classes together.
Carlos trusted you to tell you about his mother and the awful things she did. You hugging him and soothing him
You were always present when he did tourney on the field, cheering him like his personal cheerleader.
You always stood up to Carlos when someone called him names.
As soon as Carlos warmed to dogs, you and the dude were cuddling and always together 24/7.
Carlos invited you on a picnic having the strength to confess his feelings for you. He was so happy you felt the same way spinning you around the the flowers.
Carlos always brought your favorite flowers no matter the occasion.
Hand holding as you walked through the halls.
Cuddling him was a must.
Carlos always liked when you massaged or stroked his hair when he cuddled you.
forehead kisses were Carlos's love language.
Evie will help get ready for your dates by doing your hair and makeup.
Mal pretended your relationship was gross but was actually happy for both of her friends.
Jay would third-wheel your dates with Carlos or just invite himself to the dates unannounced.
You guys were the it couple that everyone in Auradon was jealous of.
You and Carlos always say I love you, no matter the situation.
#carlos descendants#carlos de vil#carlos de vil x reader#disney descendants#descendants#carlos x reader#mal descendants#evie descendants#jay descendants#carlos de vil x y/n#carlos de vil oneshot#Carlos de vil headcanons#cameron boyce#cruella de vil#cruella disney#descendants carlos#descendants oc#disney#disney movies#descendants headcanons#descendants imagine#ben descendants#descendants ben#king ben#ben florian
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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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At least we have dogs
#carlos de vil#Carlos#Disney#descendants#carlos x reader#dogs#cruella de vil#Evie#disney descendants#Mal#Jay#Ben#Doug#uma#ways to be wicked#maleficent#rotten to the core#evil queen#what’s my name#jafar#aew#dove cameron#cameron boyce#booboo stewart#sofia carson
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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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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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BREAKING DAWN
Warnings: Fantasy conflicts, self discovery, emotional moments
In a world where fairy tales were more than just stories, you, known only as Y/N, found yourself entangled with Carlos de Vil, the son of the infamous Cruella De Vil. Unlike his mother, Carlos had a heart of gold, and his eyes sparkled with kindness, a stark contrast to the coldness one would expect.
The two of you met at Auradon Prep, where children of both heroes and villains gathered, a place where destinies could be rewritten. Carlos, with his silver-white hair and tech-savvy brilliance, stood out from the crowd, and it wasn't long before you became fast friends.
One evening, as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the school grounds, Carlos turned to you with a solemn expression. "Y/N," he said, his voice tinged with a seriousness you hadn't heard before, "the sun shall set and my days shall end. That's what my mother always said. She believed I was destined to follow in her footsteps, to become nothing more than a villain in someone else's story."
You took his hand, feeling the tremble in his fingers. "Carlos, look at me," you urged. "You are not your mother. You have the power to choose who you want to be. The sun will set, yes, but it will rise again, and with each new day, you have the chance to be the hero of your own story."
Carlos looked into your eyes, and in them, he saw the unwavering belief you had in him. It was a belief that warmed him more than the setting sun ever could. "With you by my side, I think I can face the dawn," he whispered.
And as the stars began to twinkle in the sky, you and Carlos made a pact. Together, you would face whatever came your way, not as villains or heroes, but as two souls determined to carve out a path of their own, under the watchful eyes of the setting sun and the hopeful gaze of the rising moon.
#descendants#carlos de vil#carlos descendants#cameron boyce#rip Cameron Boyce#rip#we miss you#we miss him#yn#x reader#x yn#carlos de vil x reader#carlos descendants x reader#Cameron Boyce x reader#Spotify#viralpost#cruella de vil
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Descendants Harry Hook x Reader: Spots Of Love
Request: Hi hi! Crazy idea, what if it's a Harry Hook x Reader after D3? Either like in Auradon Prep or College. And the reader can be a Radcliffe from One Hundred and One Dalmatians. Maybe she runs a pet therapy program or helps out Carlos with his Vet career or rescue shelter for abused and abandoned animals (and children) and runs into Harry? Would love to see a platonic relationship with Carlos and Jane! (If the others need to be included, I would not mind at all!)
Reader: Female
Word count: 2823
Average reading time: 10 min 15 sec
Category: Fluff
Warnings: None
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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.
The gentle hum of life filled the cozy, sunlit shelter nestled at the edge of Auradon University. Y/n Radcliff was focused on organizing the supplies, her hands methodically placing items in their designated spots, when a soft bark caught her attention. She turned to see her two beloved Dalmatians, Pongo and Perdita, named after her parents' first dogs, playfully nipping at each other in their designated corner. Their black and white spots blended with the patches of sunlight streaming through the window, creating a picturesque scene that filled Y/n with warmth. It was moments like these that reminded her why she loved this work so much; rescuing and caring for animals wasn’t just a job, it was her passion.
As she watched Pongo and Perdita, her thoughts drifted to the back room where Carlos and Jane were hard at work. The shelter had become more than just a project for them, it was a sanctuary, a place where they could all pour their love for animals into something meaningful. Y/n couldn’t help but smile as she heard their soft voices mingling with the occasional meow from the kittens they were tending to.
Curious about how they were doing, Y/n made her way to the back room. She found Carlos holding a small kitten gently in his hands, his face the picture of concentration as Jane prepared the syringe for the vaccination.
“Just a little pinch, sweetie.” Jane cooed to the kitten, her voice soothing and calm. She glanced up at Carlos with a smile, her eyes full of warmth. “Ready?”
Carlos nodded, his thumb brushing lightly over the kitten’s fur. “Ready.” he confirmed, his voice soft. “You’re doing great, little one. Just a second more.”
Y/n leaned against the doorway, watching the two of them work together in perfect harmony. Jane gave the shot with practiced ease, and Carlos immediately brought the kitten close, whispering reassurances as the tiny creature gave a small, startled meow.
“There we go, all done.” Jane said, capping the syringe and giving Carlos a playful nudge. “I think you’ve got the magic touch with these little ones.”
Carlos chuckled, still cradling the kitten. “Only because I have the best partner.” he replied, his eyes sparkling as he looked at her.
Y/n couldn’t help but smile at the exchange. It was these small, tender moments between Carlos and Jane that made her heart swell with affection for them. They were so in tune with each other, their movements synchronized as if they were a single unit. The way they worked together, so naturally, so effortlessly, was something Y/n deeply admired.
She cleared her throat softly, making her presence known. “You two make quite the team.” she commented with a smile, stepping into the room.
Carlos looked up, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Hey, Y/n. We’re just finishing up with these kittens.”
Jane turned, her face lighting up when she saw Y/n. “Oh, Y/n! Come look at this little one, she’s so brave.” she said, holding out a tiny, gray tabby kitten that had just received her vaccination.
Y/n walked over, gently stroking the kitten’s soft fur. “She’s adorable.” she said, her voice full of affection. “And you two… you’re amazing with them. Honestly, it’s like you were made for this.”
Carlos laughed softly, his cheeks tinged with a slight blush. “Thanks, Y/n. I guess we just really love what we do.”
“Plus, it helps to have someone by your side who knows exactly what you’re thinking.” Jane added, her eyes meeting Carlos’s in a gaze that was filled with quiet understanding.
Y/n watched the way they looked at each other, the subtle exchange of warmth and love that passed between them. It was so natural, so easy, that it made her heart ache in the best possible way. She admired how far Carlos had come since his days on the Isle. He was so different from his mother, Cruella de Vil. Where Cruella had been cruel and self-absorbed, Carlos was gentle, kind, and completely devoted to the animals and his dog Dude. And Jane, sweet, supportive Jane, was the perfect match for him. They balanced each other out in a way that Y/n found beautiful.
“You two are really something special, you know that?” Y/n said softly, her gaze warm as she looked between them.
Jane blushed, her hand reaching out to squeeze Carlos’s. “We just… care about each other, I guess. And about what we’re doing here.”
Carlos nodded, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of Jane’s hand. “Yeah. It’s easy when you’re with someone who gets it, who understands why this is so important.”
Y/n felt a pang of admiration mixed with a touch of longing. Watching them made her realize how much she craved that kind of connection with someone,someone who understood her, who shared her passions, who could make the world feel like a better place just by being in it. She was happy for Carlos and Jane, truly, but she couldn’t help but wonder when she would find that kind of love for herself.
Still, she pushed those thoughts aside and smiled brightly at them. “Well, I’m glad you guys have each other. The shelter wouldn’t be the same without you two.”
Carlos grinned, his arm slipping around your shoulder. “And it wouldn’t be the same without you, Y/n. We make a pretty great team, don’t we?”
Jane nodded, walking up to your other side, her eyes twinkling. “The best team.”
As Y/n continued her work, the familiar sound of the chime echoed through the room, catching Carlos and Jane's attention. Their faces lit up immediately, a warm smile spreading across their lips as they recognized the figure stepping inside. Y/n looked up from her spot behind the counter, curious about who had caused such a reaction in her friends.
Y/n felt her heart swell with affection for her friends. “Yeah.” she agreed, her voice soft and full of warmth. “The best team.”
Before Y/n could ask, she saw him, the notorious pirate with the unforgettable charm, Harry Hook. His presence was undeniable, a mix of confidence and something more, something that had changed since the days on the Isle of the Lost. He still had that devilish grin, that mischievous glint in his ocean-blue eyes, but there was a new gentleness to him, a softness that Y/n hadn’t expected. Or maybe it was just the way he carefully carried a basket filled with tiny, wriggling Dalmatian puppies that made him look less like a pirate and more like a savior.
Carlos and Jane exchanged excited glances before they both greeted Harry with warm smiles. “Harry!” Jane exclaimed, moving forward to greet him. “It’s so good to see you!”
Carlos grinned, his eyes widening as he noticed the basket. “And you’ve brought company, I see.”
Y/n stood back for a moment, observing the scene with a growing curiosity. She had heard plenty about Harry Hook, stories that painted him as charismatic, daring, and a bit of a rogue. Tales of his adventures on the Isle, his infamous reputation, and his unyielding loyalty to his crew. But seeing him here, in her shelter, cradling a basket of vulnerable little puppies, was something she hadn’t expected.
Her heart gave a small flutter, surprising her. She wasn’t one to easily get flustered, but something about this moment, about seeing Harry in this new light, sent a warm, unfamiliar sensation through her.
Harry’s eyes scanned the room, taking in the cozy, sunlit space filled with the sounds of animals and the warmth of friendship. When his gaze landed on Y/n, his smile faltered for a split second, surprise flickering in his eyes. But then his grin returned, softer this time, as he turned to Carlos and Jane.
“And who might this beautiful lass be?” Harry asked, his voice carrying that familiar, smooth edge that was both teasing and charming.
Jane, still grinning, nudged Y/n forward playfully. “Harry, this is Y/n Radcliff. She and Carlos run this shelter together.”
Y/n felt her cheeks warm under his gaze, a blush creeping up her neck. There was something about the way he looked at her, with that mixture of curiosity and admiration, that made her heart skip a beat. She managed a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear to steady herself. “Nice to meet you, Harry.” she said, hoping her voice sounded more confident than she felt.
Harry’s grin widened, and he stepped closer, taking her hand in his. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and when he lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss on her knuckles, her breath hitched slightly. “The pleasure is all mine,” he replied, his voice smooth and rich, carrying just the right amount of playful charm.
Y/n’s mind raced, trying to process the unexpected spark that ignited at his touch. There was a connection there, something she hadn’t anticipated but couldn’t deny. She quickly glanced at the basket he was holding, needing a distraction. Her eyes softened as she noticed the puppies wriggling and yipping quietly, their tiny bodies nestled together.
“Are those...?” she began, her voice trailing off as she looked up at Harry.
“Dalmatians.” Harry finished for her with a nod. His tone shifted, becoming more earnest. “Found this nest in an abandoned alleyway. Thought they could use a bit of love and care.”
Y/n’s heart swelled with affection, not just for the puppies, but for the man who had brought them here. There was something incredibly endearing about seeing someone like Harry, with his rough edges and pirate ways, showing such tenderness and concern for these little creatures. “You’ve come to the right place.” she said warmly, her smile genuine as she took the basket from him.
As she placed the basket on the ground, Pongo and Perdita immediately came over to investigate, their noses twitching with curiosity. Perdita, who had never been able to have puppies of her own, was the first to nuzzle the tiny pups, her motherly instincts kicking in almost instantly. She gently nudged them with her nose, licking their tiny heads as if they were her own. Pongo followed suit, pressing close to Perdita’s side, as if to reassure her. Within moments, the two Dalmatians had laid down beside the basket, the puppies nestled between them, forming a heartwarming little family.
The scene was so touching that Y/n couldn’t help but smile. “Looks like I have twelve dogs now.” she said with a laugh, her eyes twinkling as she looked at the happy little family.
Harry chuckled, his gaze lingering on Y/n with a new intensity. There was admiration in his eyes, but also something more, something that made Y/n’s heart flutter all over again. “Well, maybe I could help out, if you ever need an extra hand.” he offered, his voice carrying a hint of hopefulness, as if he wanted any excuse to stay close to her.
Y/n felt the warmth spread through her chest, her heart fluttering once more. She met his gaze, trying to keep her voice steady despite the butterflies dancing in her stomach. “That would be great.” she said softly, her smile growing. “The shelter could always use more help.”
From that moment on, Harry became a regular visitor at the shelter. Every morning, just as the sun was rising and casting a golden glow over Auradon, Y/n would find Harry at the entrance, leaning against the doorframe with that signature grin of his. At first, he’d come by to check on the puppies or lend a hand during feeding time, but it soon became clear that his real reason for being there was Y/n.
For a moment, they simply stood there, holding each other’s gaze, an unspoken connection forming between them. It was as if the world around them faded, leaving just the two of them, the shared warmth of their smiles, and the new beginnings that were quietly taking root.
The two of them grew closer with each passing day, their conversations flowing as easily as the gentle breeze that rustled through the shelter's garden. They would talk about everything and nothing, Harry would captivate her with tales from the Isle, each one more outrageous and entertaining than the last, while Y/n would share stories from her childhood, recounting the adventures she had with her parents’ Dalmatians and her dreams of rescuing animals. The more they talked, the more Y/n found herself drawn to him, enchanted by his wit, his charm, and the unexpected kindness that lay beneath his roguish exterior.
Carlos and Jane couldn’t help but notice the growing connection between Y/n and Harry. During the quiet moments at the shelter, Carlos would nudge Jane with a knowing smile as they watched the two of them together. Jane, ever the romantic, would grin back, pleased to see her friend so happy.
One particularly busy afternoon, after a long day of tending to the animals and organizing the shelter, Y/n and Harry found themselves sitting on the floor of the playroom. The once-tiny Dalmatian puppies had grown into lively bundles of energy, their spots more defined and their personalities shining through. They darted around the room, chasing after toys and playfully wrestling with each other, their joyous barks filling the air. Pongo and Perdita, ever the doting parents, watched over them with a mix of pride and protectiveness.
As Y/n and Harry sat side by side, the warmth between them was noticeable. Y/n felt a sense of contentment that she hadn’t felt in a long time, simply being in Harry’s presence. The two of them laughed as a particularly feisty puppy tried to drag a plush toy twice its size across the room, and Y/n couldn’t help but notice how Harry’s eyes sparkled with amusement, a boyish charm that made her heart skip a beat.
But it wasn’t just Y/n who noticed the connection between them. Perdita, always the observant one, had been watching them closely for days. There was a knowing glint in her eyes as she looked from Y/n to Harry, as if she understood something that the two humans hadn’t fully realized yet.
Harry and Y/n were about to leave the room to get some food for the dogs. Before Y/n could take a step towards the door, Perdita suddenly leaped up, placing her front paws on Y/n’s back with a gentle but firm nudge. At that exact moment, Pongo, as if in perfect sync with his mate, did the same to Harry. The combined force of the two dogs pushed Y/n and Harry toward each other, causing them to stumble.
And then it happened, their lips met in a soft, unexpected kiss. For a moment, everything else faded away. The playful yips of the puppies, the warmth of the afternoon sun, the distant sounds of Auradon, it all disappeared, leaving only the two of them, caught in that brief but electrifying moment.
Y/n’s heart raced as the kiss deepened, slow and tender, each second feeling like an eternity. She could feel Harry’s warmth, the softness of his lips, the gentle way his hand found its way to her waist. And in that instant, she knew that this wasn’t just a fleeting moment, it was something more, something they had both been waiting for without even realizing it.
When they finally pulled away, Y/n’s breath was unsteady, her heart pounding in her chest. She found herself looking into Harry’s eyes, which were filled with a mixture of surprise and something deeper, something that made her heart flutter all over again.
“Well.” Harry whispered, his voice low and slightly breathless, “I guess your dogs have better sense than we do.”
Y/n laughed softly, the sound tinged with both amusement and affection. “I think you’re right.” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her face still inches from his. There was a softness in her gaze as she looked at him, a warmth that mirrored what she felt inside.
Harry’s smile grew, the playful glint returning to his eyes as he leaned in again. This time, the kiss was more confident, more certain, a promise of what was to come. Y/n melted into it, her heart swelling with emotions she hadn’t expected to find but couldn’t deny.
As they kissed, Carlos and Jane peeked around the corner, having witnessed the whole thing. Jane’s eyes sparkled with happiness, and she whispered excitedly to Carlos, “I knew it! They’re perfect for each other.”
Carlos grinned, nodding in agreement. “About time, too. I was starting to think we’d have to push them together ourselves.”
When Y/n and Harry finally broke apart, the world seemed a little brighter, a little more vivid. They both knew that something had changed, that their relationship had shifted into something more meaningful. From that day on, Harry wasn’t just a friend visiting the shelter, he was Y/n’s partner, in every sense of the word.
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Cruella's favorite
sypnosis: working as a designer for one of the best fashion obssessed icons in London whose name was almost as feared as the Devil's, Yuqi De Song, is definetly not a light job. Unless you become her favorite employee, her rewards are priceless.
pairing: Cruella!Yuqi x Designer, Fem! reader
genre: smut
warnings: skinship, sexual intercourse(fingering, 🐱 eating, kissing and licking body), kissing
wc: 1.5k
A/n: I've always wanted to write a cruella fic but now its even better imagining Yuqi as one, enjoyy😚😚
“And what makes you worthy of working for me?” sharp words escaped Yuqi’s mouth, eyeing y/n. After moving to London, Y/n wanted to continue improving and working as a fashion designer. She was aware of her skills enough to apply as a designer in De Song Couture Fashion House. Obviously, knowing what she was getting herself into, she wasn’t afraid of a little challenge.
“I promise you, Mrs. Song, I won’t let you down.” Said Y/n, being sure of her words. Yuqi leaned on her white table, resting her head on her crossed fingers as her critical eyes scanned Y/n’s features. She will surely keep an eye on her for a while. “Welcome to the job.” Was all Yuqi said before giving Y/n a new sketchbook with her signature photo on it.
Yuqi De Song, one of the most successful fashion designers in London. Despite her successful career, she was a really bold person. Oftenly feared for her strictness and seriousness. At first, Y/n looked certainly interesting to her and seeing her passion and confidence in her possibilities for a fashion designer, she couldn’t feel a little admiration for her.
And as Y/n promised, in such a small amount of time she succeeded to fulfill Yuqi’s desired looks for the new collection. Y/n felt like she wasn’t just lucky, it was the fact that she understood what Yuqi wanted. Out of all designers Yuqi had employed, Y/n’s designs stood out the most. And that’s what Yuqi loved. Yuqi loved how obedient you were. The way you listened carefully to her words while giving a command and managing to nail all of it really got to her.
If Yuqi wanted flashy, Y/n would combine bold but eye-catching shimmering patterns in her designs. If Yuqi wanted something luxurious, Y/n would make the most elegant piece of clothing with fine fabrics of subtle colors.
All this time Y/n spent working for Yuqi as her designer, she would lie if she said she didn’t develop a slight crush on her and how oddly attractive she was. What Y/n noticed about Yuqi were her long fingers and sharp eyes. Not to mention her split hair colored black and white. Y/n loved how independent Yuqi was and how she always knew what she was looking for in clothes. It’s something Y/n understood about her.
The longer Y/n worked at De Song Counture Fashion House, the more its success grew. Y/n was Yuqi’s golden ticket to a big fashion success. Like a golden ticket to a front row at a fashion show. She didn’t care about her other employees, when she had her right in front of her. And that’s why she decided to give a little reward to her.
“Mrs. Yuqi De Song on the line. I expect Y/n L/n in my office right now. Don’t keep me waiting. Thank you.”
The whole room echoed with Yuqi’s deep and commanding voice calling out your name. Other designers just gazed at you in jealousy. You put down the small pieces of black fabric on your table and headed upstairs. You thought about the reasons why Yuqi would need you in her office. Not that you complained though.
Standing outside your bosses office you politely knock before entering. Pushing the door open, you were met by the sight of Yuqi’s familiar black and white coat made out of Dalmatian dog’s fur and a pair of those sharp eyes you dearly loved.
“Y/n darling, close the door.” Yuqi gently commanded with a sudden nickname. Your mind rushed like a raging storm, why are you blushing at a silly nickname? Without hesitation you obeyed your bosses words and closed the door before turning to face her again and walking closer to her table.
“Mrs. Song,” your tone was calm and low despite your racing heart at the moment. “You wanted to see me?”
Yuqi's gaze moved on you, her expression being unreadable as she leaned back in her chair. A slight smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Yes, I did," she replied, her voice being low and husky. "I wanted to congratulate you on your recent successes. Your designs have surpassed my expectations and you’ve made a lot for this fashion house.” She folds her hands. “I believe it's time you get a reward for your hard work. ”
Your eyes widened in response. You would have never expected this sudden praise from a fashion designer like Yuqi, even more of a reward. Before you opened your mouth to speak, Yuqi stood up from her seat and walked up to you, crossing the distance between you and her with a lustful gaze.
Yuqi’s arms snake around your waist and pull you in a rough but passionate kiss. It took you by surprise but you kissed her back. Almost as if you had wanted to do this for a long time ago, almost like you needed it, almost like you wanted more. As you two were kissing, you eventually went out of breath. Yuqi’s half closed eyes gazed back at your lips, craving for more like a hungry animal. Yuqi then started attacking your neck leaving fast and hot kisses on it, lightly biting it.
You noticed Yuqi’s exposed shoulder from which her coat slightly fell off. In response, you slide her arm on her other shoulder, take off her coat and throw it aside. “If it gets dirty I’m making you clean it” Yuqi threatened playfully as her hot breath tickled your neck. "I wouldn't mind getting my hands dirty for you, Mrs. Song.” you respond as your hands find their place on Yuqi’s neck. A low giggle escaped Yuqi’s throat as she kissed your lips.
Even if your height difference wasn’t that big, Yuqi could easily take control. She turned your body to the opposite side and pushed you to her table while still kissing you. You roughly laid on Yuqi’s table as Yuqi left deep kisses on your lips, then on your chin and collarbone.
Looking at your chest she continues to go down. You’re not sure of her actions, but you decide to patiently wait for her next move. Looking up at you, Yuqi slowly starts to unzip your pants and takes them off. Revealing your beautiful legs, Yuqi starts kissing them from your knees, to your inner thighs and stops when she gets close to your panties.
“So wet for me already,” Yuqi said as she slid her fingers under your underwear’s fabric and took it off. Revealing your already wet pussy, she admires it for a second. “Be a good girl like you always were and take off your top” In response, you obey and take off your top as well as your bra exposing your bare chest. Yuqi stands up and kisses your lips once more before tracing kisses down your body again.
She starts sucking your right boob almost like a baby while her hand plays with your left nipple. You let out a slight moan looking up at the white ceiling. After Yuqi was done with your right nipple she moved to suck your left. Your fingers found themselves tangled in Yuqi’s hair as she was sucking your chest. ‘God, she is so good with her tongue’ you thought. Yuqi was finally done with your chest and she continued to leave kisses down your stomach. She was slowing her tempo by every kiss until she finally came to your pussy.
She put light kisses on it, just to get a reaction from you. And she did. “Mrs…please.” you begged. Yuqi just smirked and got down to work. Her tongue was finally on your pussy and you felt like heaven. You sat on the table and rested your right leg on her shoulder as you gripped her hair. Hot moans escaped your mouth every now and then. She was eating you out so passionately with an even faster tempo. To spice things even better, she inserts two of her long and slender fingers into you. You let out a high-pitched gasp while closing your eyes.
Slurp sounds and moans were the only thing heard in the room. But who is there to stop you two? Yuqi was the boss there, and you were her favorite worker. She hit your sweet spots so effortlessly that made you feel like you were seeing stars. “Cum for me darlin’, you’re doing brilliant.” She gives a slight praise before speeding up her fingers as your moans got louder. And as you were on your edge, your cum covered her face, but she licked it all.
You were speechless to even say anything cause if someone told you a week ago your Boss would give you the best orgasm of your life you wouldn’t believe them. Yuqi gently kisses your cheek as she slides her nails on your inner thighs.
“Consider this as your reward,” she whispered in your ear, placing another kiss but on your lips. “And consider me yours.”
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚Baby, I'm Jealous*ੈ✩‧₊˚
Pairings: Cruella x fem!reader Contains: bit of angst but mostly fluff TW: None I can think of, lmk if there is any Word count: 987
An: my requests are open :)
Cruella watches as you laugh at yet another one of that battered's jokes. You had been talking with him for a good thirty minutes, and she wants nothing more than anything to walk over there and drag you away, but she can't. She would have no reason too. The only people who know about you and Cruella are Jasper, Horace, and Artie. As far as everyone knew, the two of you were just friends. She couldn't blame him of course, you looked positively enchanting in the dress she had made for you. It brought out your eyes and complemented your flawless skin, who wouldn't want you? But that didn't mean she sill wasn't fuming. You could feel her eyes burning into the back of your head but you ignored it. You knew she gets very easily jealous but she had nothing to be jealous of. You were simply chatting with the guests, trying to pass the time. Unfortunately, the guest who you just so happen to be chatting with, not so secretly facies you, you were just to oblivious to see it. "So, are you here alone?" Asks the man casually as he puts his hands in his suit pockets. "Not really," you reply with a smile, "I'm here with my friends, Jasper and Horace." You motion over to the refreshments, where the two boys have been congregating for the entirety of the ball. "Really?" He remarks with a somewhat surprised tone. It was probably fake, he knew you were here alone, at least he thought he did. Cruella's eyes stared menacingly at the two of you as she takes a sip of her champagne, her grip tightening on the glass. She couldn't hear what you two were talking about, she was too far away, she just didn't like that you were talking with him at all. "You sound surprised," you state with a chuckle. "Well I just thought that surely a lovely lady like yourself, would have someone to dance with," He retorted in a flirty voice, winking at you. Your face goes a bright shade of red when you finally realize he's been flirting with you this whole time. You couldn't believe that you hadn't noticed, you felt so dumb. You clear you throat to momentarily pull yourself together before speaking, "I'm not really much of a dancer." He seems to take the hint and frowns a bit. "It's not for everyone," he replies politely, "you have a nice night ma'am." He gives you a polite half bow before walking off. You let out a shakey breath you didn't know you were holding, relieved that he's gone. You stand awkwardly, not sure what to do, when you feel a cold hand on the back of your shoulder. "Y/n, darling!" Says Cruella states, a hit of jealousy showing through her sultry voice. "Enjoying the party?" Her grip tightens on your shoulder ever so slightly. You turn to face Cruella, your face still a shade of red from embarrassment. "It's just fine," you reply with a sheepish smile. You can see the storm brewing in her eyes as she slowly looks you up and down, a dangerous mix of jealousy and possessiveness. Her red lips curl into a smile as she meets your eyes again. "Just fine?" She asks in a slightly sarcastic tone. "I had hoped you would be having more fun that that dear," she adds, taking a sip of her champagne, never breaking eye contact. "You know I'm not much of a social butterfly," you respond, trying to lighten the tension that is hanging in the air. She chuckles, "oh I know, darling. I just noticed you seemed to have made a friend," she says, her eyes narrowing slightly. You feel your face heat up. "Just small talk really," you reply, your voice sounding a lot weaker than before, "I don't think he'll be bothering me much more." "Good," she remarks, her voice laced with possessiveness. She leans in a bit closer, her perfume mingling with the scent of champagne in the air, filing your senses. "Because I'd hate for my carefully crafted evening to be ruined by someone who's... uninvited." You nodd slowly and she pulls away, leaving the two of you in awkward silence.
"Shall we take a walk?" She asks, though you know it's not much of a question, and more of a command. She leads you out the big front doors of Hell Hall and out by the unkempt gardens. It is dimly lit, the soft glow from the ballroom casting long shadows that seem to dance in the cool night.She studies you for a moment, her eyes tracing the lines of your dress before locking onto yours. "You know, darling," she starts, her voice smooth as silk as she leans closer to you,"I don't like to share." Your face turns a vibrant shade of red, causing Cruella to chuckle. She gently lifts your chin and turns in to the side, before placing a soft, long lasting kiss where your neck and jaw meet.The warmth of her lips against your skin contrasts with the cold night air, sending a shiver through you. When she pulls back, the imprint of her red lipstick is vivid against your skin and she smiles with satisfaction.You swallow nervously, feeling embarrassed. There's no denying the power Cruella holds over you. "I think it's about time we head back, don't you, darling?" Says Cruella with a chuckle. You just nodd, not knowing what else to do in your flustered state. She smirks and fixes your hair to cover the lipstick on your neck before you follow her back into the crowded room. When you step back inside, it looks as if no one had noticed you or Cruella had been missing, for everyone was preoccupied with their own conversations. For the rest of the night you stick by Jasper and Horace, not wanting to cause another... inconvenience.
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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.
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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.
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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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Random Park attendant: y’know (Y/N), you always seem to spend a lot of time with the animal characters— y’know, Ratigan, Honest John, Scar, Robin Hood? Why is that?
(Y/N), who may or may not be a furry: ….No reason…
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Cruella: hold my hand— NOW.
(Y/N): *grabs hand* IT. BURNS
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(Y/N): Other employees have emergency pepper spray. I have emergency pocket Ratigan
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(Y/N): Gaston, could you read page 23 for the group?
Gaston: No I cannot! (Bonjour, my names Gaston, I’m 29, and I never fucking learned how to read)
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(Y/N): Do you wanna make out?
Maleficent: Not really…
(Y/N): *Holding back tears* yeah me neither I wanna go to sleep *fakes snore*
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King Magnifico: I miss my wife (Y/N). I miss her a lot. I’ll be back..
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Cruella : I really like this shade of blood orange
Medusa: Blood orange… she’s so pretentious—Shut up it’s fucking red. *Blood orange*.. ugh
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Mickey Mouse: Do you know why I called you here into my office?
(Y/N): Is it because I accidentally sent you that dick-pic?
Mickey Mouse *stops pouring two glasses of apple juice*: Accidentally?
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Sensei, you've got a real amazing taste in fashion. Have you ever considered making your own line? If you did, what do you think your fashion line would look like?
Fun fact about me, I saw Cruella (2021) before the original 101 Dalmatians. (I heard from a fried that Cruella is nowhere near as good as the OG or the 1996 live action adaptation 😅)
For this post, I pulled many fashion references from the costume designer of the 2021 film.
If he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.
“I’m flattered, pup.” Crewel adjusted his lapels, beaming proudly. Every pore on him oozed confidence. “My skills are nothing to scoff at—how keen of you to recognize them.
“Before teaching at Night Raven College, I worked as a designer at a high end fashion brand. I left the industry soon to could create my own full collection, but were I to be granted the opportunity to…”
Crewel shifted, producing a blank sheet and a fountain pen. The nib glided easily onto the paper, forming graceful outlines of bodies.
“Vintage roots,” he murmured, “with a dash of danger and rebellion. Something classic yet defiant, something that will challenge convention.”
With a red pen, he draped cloth over his imaginary models. You watched, fascinated, as a multitude of designs unfurled before your very eyes.
A brilliantly bloody ballgown, a leather jacket paired with sequined motocross trousers, a billowing skirt of patchwork, a vest with miniature carriages and horses affixed to the shoulder pads, a color-blocked double-breasted peacoat—one side dark, the other light with spots. Black and white, slashed with red as an accent. Each look true to Crewel’s spirit.
Pretty, powerful, and pointed, like a sharp weapon poised to strike.
“They’re beautiful,” you said faintly, feeling as though speaking any louder would send the papers scattering. “It’s a shame you didn’t have the chance to make these. These would sell so well.”
Crewel looked down at his work, considering them. “Hmm, perhaps I’ll assemble them if the mood strikes.“
“Will we get to see you modeling your own clothes?” you asked eagerly.
“That depends.” He tilted his head. “Would you care to try my pieces for yourself?”
“Me?!” you squeaked. “R-Really?!”
“You had expressed an interest in them,” he pointed out coolly. “Was I wrong to assume? If that is the case, then I’m certain Schoenheit would…”
“I-I’ll do i!! Please let me, sensei!!”
“Hah! That’s what I like to hear.” Crewel shuffled his papers, then used the sheaf to lightly tap on your cranium. “Then I’ll summon you when the garments are ready. I hope you’ll wear them well.”
“Y-Yessir! I won’t disappoint you!”
“Good.” His mouth lifted into a lopsided grin. “I have high hopes for you.”
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OK SO JSAKDJASKDAJ THANK YOU SO MUCH GUYS FOR LIKING MY GIRL IT MEANS A LOT !!!! So i bring a few fun facts about her :3
as i said previously she is Divus Crewel niece and he is her guardian! and even though she knows her uncle is a little bit eccentric she loves him very much! Also she is 17 ^_^
she is very close to jack (she calls him bestfriend lol), it just happened they both collided with each other one day and the next moment they are very close JSAKDJSKDJA
also i love drawing her cuddling with azul ok byeeeEEEE
#twisted wonderland#azul ashengrotto x reader#twisted oc#twst#disney#disney twst#twst wonderland#azul ashengrotto#octavinelle#oc x canon#divus crewel#cruella de vil#niso art#jack howl
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