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follows-the-life-ahead · 3 years ago

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

Summary- Y/n is a friend of Artie's who often helps him and his crew of tailors. Now that Artie has required her help for the fashion show of one of the top icons of the moment, Cruella, she has to learn how to coexist with her and try and understand why her friend is helping such a rude person. Will Cruella and y/n be able to put their problems aside and work together?

A/n - Hey guys, I hope everyone is doing well! So sorry for not being updating lately, but college this year has been somewhat stressful so I haven’t had the time to write. But I’ve found some time in between all the projects I have, to finally continue with the story, I know you guys have been waiting for months now so I apologize once again for the delay :( I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, don’t forget to vote and comment because i love your feedback! Finally, I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year <3

Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

Word count - 1.9k

Warnings - none

"I love you."

Everything seemed to stop for a moment when those three little words slipped from your lips. Cruella's wide-eyed gaze was what made you realize the gravity of what you had just said. The world in slow motion as you had once seen it, even if just for a split of a second, came back to normal, as you tried to ease your later words.

"Or at least I think I do-" you let out, now fidgeting with your fingers, "I've never felt like this for anyone else before." You explained, a nervous smile on your lips.

As you looked at Cruella, her surprised expression still plastered across her, oh so stunning face, your nervous system started to kick in, her lack of response making you believe that it wasn't the best of times to let this information loose.

"It's complicated." You let out after a minute pause.

Not being able to look at her after you've gotten yourself into this mess of a situation, as you understood that her lack in response probably meant that she didn't feel the same. You turned your back to her as your hands went to your hair, letting out a sigh while breathing out an "I shouldn't have said anything."

You felt as if the world was about to collapse, and it was all your fault. All because of these stupid feelings that you hadn't been able to contain. You dragged your hand over your face, letting your arms fall to your sides, trying desperately to find a way to walk towards the open window and leave, and hope for it to not look as awkward as you were imagining in your mind.

"After everything that I put you through?" You almost jumped at the sound of Cruella's voice. She finally had acknowledged the situation. "I was so awful to you." Cruella's words were low and sounded careful, almost as she was afraid she would break your little bubble if she spoke too loud.

"That's the past." You said, still with your back turned to her, afraid to move. "And to be fair, I was awful to you as well." Your words were soft and filled with a hint of humor, as a way to lighten the mood, but failing dismally.

"But still," Cruella said, you heard her move behind you, but still hadn't dared to turn around and look at her. "The only thing I do is hurt the people I love." Her voice still low held a ton load of sadness behind it. But that's not what you picked up from her response. You felt happiness fill your heart as you heard the word love, leave her lips.

Now with a tinge of hope, courage overtook you, and you finally turned to look at her, your voice almost betraying you as you asked, "You love me too?"

Cruella who was still sitting, but now with her elbows resting on her knees, looked up at you as if she wasn't aware of what she, herself, had said. Her gaze that was on you for just a split second, moved to the wall behind you as she tried to come up with a response.

"It doesn't matter." Was all she said, her gaze still not on you.

You, now hopeful, wouldn't let her get away with this, not now, not after you thought you screwed everything up, not after you found out she felt the same as you. You won't let this slip, not now when you've finally got your chance. "It does matter. It matters to me." You said, as your eyes were trying, almost begging, to find hers.

"It doesn't." Cruella let out, her eyes fixed on the wall behind you, her gaze unmoving. Until. Until she looked directly at you and with an expressionless look, trying to not let her true emotions known, as she expected you to back down, said "Because nothing can happen between us."

You let out a laugh, a cynical one. One that left Cruella looking surprised, confused, and almost afraid that you had lost your mind. "That's rubbish." You said, scoffing, never once seizing eye contact. And as she didn't say anything you continued, "If I like you and you like me, what's the problem?" You asked frustrated, trying to understand what was her deal. Here you were, a troubling mess as you confessed your feelings to her, and she couldn't even tell you why she didn't want to be with you after she just admitted that she loved you.

She. Loved. You.

You still found it hard to believe. You hadn't had to opportunity to delve into it, to think about how happy that made you feel. But that can wait. All you want, for now, is for this to end well.

"Because I don't want to break your heart!"Cruella lost her temper and raised her voice, getting up abruptly, her hands falling into fists at her sides. She looked at you, breathing heavily, trying to calm down, as soon as she let herself set eyes on you and your wide eyes. "You once told me that you'd break Jaspers heart if something were to happen between you two." She said, her eyes starting to become glossy as she let out a deep sigh. "Well, in this case scenario, I'd be the one to break yours," Cruella confessed to you.

You were about to cut her off, to tell her she was wrong, and that she couldn't know anything about it if she didn't even give you guys a try. But Cruella was faster to speak up, saying "And I don't want anything bad to happen to you because of me, I can't bear myself to make anyone else suffer because of damage I've caused." Her voice cracked as the emotion was starting to get overwhelming. She blinked in an attempt to get her unshed tears to disappear.

You walked over towards the balcony railing and stared out at the city, not only to give Cruella a little time to compose herself, but for you to carefully think of what to say next, but the only words that made their way up to your lips were "Nothing's gonna happen to me." You sniffed as your hand went up to the lone tear that made its way down your right cheek. This whole situation was overwhelming, but that lone tear was caused by the thought of Cruella not wanting to put you into danger. Cruella cared about you. She cared about you, and that was all that mattered at that moment.

You heard Cruella scoff on your left, and you looked over at her. "It won't. I know it won't." You repeated reassuringly, this time your words came out with determination, and faith, making Cruella look over at you as she sensed your confidence. Her eyes narrowed and before she was able to ask you how you were so sure about that, you said, "Not when I know that you'll never let anything happen, not to me, nor Jasper, Horace, or Artie even."

Cruella held your gaze for a moment, her eyes softening after she heard you say those words so confidently that made her believe that she indeed would be able to protect all of you, not letting anything harm you in any way possible, not after everything. She admired your faith- The faith that you had in her. And that's why she loved you, because of your hopeful, and optimistic self even if a bit straightforward and so headstrong that irritated her, in a good way. "It's unbelievable the amount of faith you have in me, after everything that happened," Cruella admitted to you.

You smiled at her, sensing that the air wasn't as heavy as before now. Taking a big breath, more as a sign of relief now, as you admitted while admiring her form," One thing that I can assure you is that I'll never lose faith in you, no matter what."

Cruella looked at you with the most sincere smile that you had ever seen from her, and this time, you were pleased by it, said smile was directed at you. But still, after this whole conversation, your mind wandered to the source of it all. You weren't sure where the situation between the both of you stood at the moment, and you wanted to make sure you both were on the same page.

"Cruella, I really, really like you, and I want you to know that I'll be here when you need me-" you started, contemplating how you should voice your thoughts in the best way possible. But after all, you wanted her to be comfortable around you even... even if you just stayed friends, "-even if you don't want anything to do with me." you dropped your gaze not being able to look at her, as you did not know what her response would be.

Cruella on the other hand was still admiring you, even more now than before. She walked closer to you as she said, her voice above a whisper, "I really like you too."

That made you look back up at her, as she came face to face with you, making your breath catch in your throat.

"Yeah you used to be a pain in my ass, but look at where we stand now." She chuckled slightly, letting you see that smile you sure loved, and would never be tired of.

Your voice almost betrayed you as you asked the next questions, "So what does this mean? Are you going to give this brat a chance?" you chuckled to try and hide the way your voice almost faltered.

Cruella got closer to you and you felt her hot breath in the cold London air hit your cheek, as your skin flushed and a shiver of excitement went down your spine, making it hard not to shiver, as she said "I most certainly will."

As you and Cruella locked gazes, your eyes going from her lips to her eyes and vice versa, the air around you started to feel insanely hot, as the cold air from the breeze hit the back of your neck. Cruella's hands made their way to the lapels of your blazer pulling you just the tiniest bit closer, slowly. Both you and Cruella started to lean in, your anticipation for this long-awaited moment started to kick in. It was finally happening. You felt her nose touch yours, her hot breath close to your mouth. When a horn honk startled you as you both stared down over the balcony railing, at the street, looking for the source of the noise. As both, your hearts beated faster in your chests.

"When I fixed it, I noticed a name."Horace said as he got out of the car from whom the noise had come from, as he spoke up at you, "Do you know what this car's called? A Devil."

You let out a sigh of relief and a loud laugh, letting your head fall back down, as your heartbeat started to slow down. You looked over at Cruella who just had a confused expression plastered on her face, as she looked at you with one eyebrow arched, as you affirmed more than asked her, "He does know that it's called DeVille right?"

Cruella's expression after what you said changed from confused to thoughtful, as the word "DeVille" left her lips, her hands still grabbing ahold of your coat.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you looked at her and watched her smirk grow and the glint making its way into her eyes.

"I like that." That was all Cruella said, before pulling you with her towards the window, and even if you didn't know what she had her mind on you didn't care, the only thing you wanted was to spend all your moments with her.

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follows-the-life-ahead · 4 years ago

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four

A/n - Hello there! This is my first time writing something for a long while, and I hope you enjoy it. I decided to create something because my gay ass hasn't been able to stop thinking about this character, and I loved the movie soooo anyways I tried. Im sorry in advance for any spelling errors English is not my first language. Love y'all <3

Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

Word count - 1.8k

Warnings - none :)

It was another day of helping Artie and his crew, make costumes for the fashion show Cruella had set up to best the Baroness Spring Collection Event. You really didn't understand why Artie was so fascinated by the woman, of course, she is deadly gorgeous and breathtakingly beautiful, but she is also, to be precise, an arrogant and obsessed maniac. You like Artie, he is a very dear old friend of yours, to whom you almost consider like family in this crazy lonely world we live in, and of course when he mentioned he needed your help you didn't hesitate to say 'yes'. You weren't exactly sure of what you were agreeing to, and now thinking about it you would've said 'no' on the spot if you knew what you already knew now.

You worked in Liberty for a few years and that was during the same time when you met Artie. One day, as you were taking a stroll through the busy streets of London, after leaving work, you stopped right in front of his shop and were mesmerized by his window, you went in immediately, and found incredibly pieces that were a "must" some years before, all the fabrics that were displayed inside were a share of both good quality and good price. You got to know each other pretty well really fast. You both shared a lot of fashion ideas and would talk for hours about famous stylists, sharing opinions and creative thinking. That was until he invited you to join and be a member of his tailors.

You were mesmerized with the idea and agreed almost instantly, as always not being able to tell him no, but that was one of the best decisions you made in your life, being able to work along with people who weren't with their heads halfway up their own asses all day, of course, it was a change of scenery for you, and it did you good. Artie's friends and your now coworkers, made you feel at ease, they always encouraged you to have new ideas of pieces and were really caring persons. Even though people always judged them for being different, that was another good thing you noticed about working with Artie and his friends, they were all so free, if that's what you can call it, and they didn't care about what other people thought of them and that was, no, IS just amazing.

So now here you were, working with your colleagues on fresh new outfits designed by the icon of the moment Cruella herself. Artie was working with her, at the center table, looking over at some new sketches she had made and deciding which type of fabric to use, on yet another piece you would later have to put together. You and Cruella didn't have the nicest relationship, if you could even call it that, perhaps colleagues? No, definitely not. You were mere acquaintances. Yes, that. You were here to help Artie and Artie alone because he was your friend and if he was helping this woman, God knows why, you would help or at least be helpful in the only way you could, which was sewing.

You had to admit that Cruella was a really talented woman, her sketches and ideas were fabulous, but that is it. Sure she is the icon of the moment and knows damn well how to make an entrance, but she is also a very rude person, she only thinks of herself and you've seen her being extremely mean at some of your coworkers over messing something up, luckily this hasn't happened to you because you really focused on getting the job well done. And perhaps if it happens in the near future you won't let it slide. You see, Cruella can be very mean and disrespectful at times but you can be just the same. You are a very calm and quiet person, you like to be on your own, after all, you've been alone for all of your life, what would make you want to change that now?

Cruella and you didn't start with the right foot if you're being honest. When you first met her she was showing Artie one of the sketches she had made, and you went over to them so that Artie could introduce you to everyone, you had yet to meet, and get to know the place you were going to be working in. Getting there you had decided to let them both finish their conversation and once they were over you then could talk with Artie. Well, let's just say that things didn't go according to plan. "Why is this person listening to our conversation?" Cruella said with the utmost disdain, accentuating the word "person" as an emphasis to make her disgust seem even more clear. "Oh..?" Artie looked over his shoulder seeing you for the first time that day, "this is y/n. She is another one of my workers." He said giving me a small smile, to which I returned. "Hello, nice to meet you." I said extending my hand to her, thinking that maybe she just didn't like being around people she didn't exactly know yet. But Cruella just stared down at my hand and then upwards at my face, after doing this a couple of times she just turned around and walked away. I dropped my hand and looked over to where Artie stood looking at me, he just shrugged his shoulders as if he's used to it. I decided to shake it off too because I was only here to help Artie.

Things didn't get well after that first meeting between the two of you. You are already, by now, used to Cruella's rudeness, as a result, you aren't affected by it anymore. Since a few days ago when Cruella asked everyone to stand around the main table she normally worked in to explain how things would work and to show the designs and types of fabric we were going to have to use. She then proceeded to show her sketches of the costumes around so that everyone could see, she advanced to ask if there were any questions, and that is where you made your mistake, you decided to give your opinion on a piece which you thought would look better with a tulle fabric in it. Cruella let's just say, didn't react really well after that, and you still are sorry for the piece of furniture that got damaged at your cost.

Today was no different, Cruella was rude as always, but her anger was not directed to you at least. You were currently working on a coat that one of your coworkers would wear on Cruella's fashion show. You had to admit that this piece was stunning and would love to wear it, but you still didn't exactly have anything to wear yet and didn't even know if you were going to be a part of it to be true. Cruella had already made costumes for almost everyone except you, you weren't mad, you were pissed to be precise. You've been working your ass off for the last couple of days so that everything could be done in time. You liked challenges, and this one was a run against time, even if it wouldn't benefit you in any way. You were doing her a favor by being here and yet it seems that she forgot about you, you know you two don't get along but for Christ's sake, she could at least have a little bit of conscience and empathy for those who were helping her.

Suddenly, you were drawn from your thoughts by a hand with a sketch being slammed on your table. You immediately looked up and realized it was Cruella, she had, like always, a big smirk on her face as she looked at you. You were so absorbed in your own thoughts that you haven't noticed her finishing her talk with Artie and walk towards where you were working.

"Artie told me his workers never got distracted, I guess that is just not true." Cruella said with the smirky grin still on her face.

"Did you need something? Or you only came here to annoy me as usual?" You asked, ignoring her statement. You really weren't in the mood to have an argument and it was true, after all, you were distracted. About what? You wouldn't dare tell her.

"Yes, sadly." She said as she picked up the piece of paper she brought with her. "I wanted to give you the sketch I made for the outfit you're going to wear on the fashion show, darling."

Ok, yeah, that surprised you. You were mere minutes ago thinking that you weren't even going to be a part of the show and now she is giving you a sketch of your costume. You were utterly shocked. You tried to recompose yourself the best you could.

"My outfit?" You asked her, still unsure if you heard her correctly. Cruella furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Yes, your outfit darling. Who else would it be? If it were someone else's outfit why would I even be here?" She said with the utmost confusion and with a hinting of small annoyance in her voice, she did not like it when she had to repeat herself and when people made her lose her, oh, so precious time.

"If I'm being honest, I was thinking I wouldn't be getting one." You decided to proceed and be completely honest, almost completely.

"Why wouldn't you be getting one, darling? You're helping me are you not?" She asked.

"To be fair I'm here to help Artie, not you." I told her the truth, everyone knew that already, it wasn't a secret. Cruella just limited herself to roll her eyes at me. "But thank you, I'll get started once I'm finished here." You said reaching for the paper in her hand.

She gave me a weird look but decided not to think too much about it. I grabbed the paper expecting her to let go and go on her way, but Cruella had other plans, she pulled on it from the other end and that action made me lean a bit more over my table as a reflex to not rip the paper apart. Cruella proceeded to bend down just a little so that she could whisper something only the both of you would be able to hear. "You know darling, you could accomplish a lot in life if you weren't such a..." she made a dramatic pause, and oh boy this closeness was making you flush and you bet she knew that. "... brat." Cruella then let go of the paper, turned around, and walked away.

Well, now you weren't sure what to make out of what just happened. If you're being honest you couldn't even think at the moment. All you knew is that her bittersweet perfume was still lingering in the air and damn you loved it.

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follows-the-life-ahead · 3 years ago

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

A/n - A/n- Hey guys, I hope you're all doing well! I'm sorry for not updating in a while, it's just that I was on vacation and took that time to rest before college starts again :) Either way, I'm back, and I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to comment because I love to read your reactions and opinions! Stay safe <3

Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

Word count - 1.6k

Warnings - none

Cruella proceeded then to explain to you the entire plan against the Baroness. Some while later Artie finally showed up, a stack of fabrics in his hands, which he almost drooped upon seeing Cruella. You had decided to give them some space and retired to the front of the shop while they talked. That day was something. You'll never forget about it. The day Cruella came back to you, safe and sound.

The next day you and Artie had walked together to the address Cruella had given to Artie, the place where she told him we'd work for the time being. Said address had led you to a fancy, yet quiet street, to the house of John. You were welcomed in by Jasper and Horace whom you'd been looking forward to seeing again. A couple of hours later, you and Artie had settled in, equipment and fabrics had filed the place from the top to the last floor of the house. Cruella had introduced you both to John, who you found out later on to be a very quiet and non-talkative person. And then everything was on the run for the plan that was due to occur during the Baroness Charity Event.

Before you knew it, three days had passed. Faster than lightning. Three days of painting wigs, making equal costumes for every invited guest and leaving the boxes with everything at said guests porch. Three days filled with work, and stolen glances between Cruella and yourself. The Baroness Charity Event would take place tonight, and everyone was nervous, even though they tried their best to hide it.

It was late afternoon and the sun would soon be replaced by the moon. You were midst checking every floor of the house to see how everyone was doing, and to check if everything was ready. You were now on the top floor of Johns place. The room was empty, aside from Buddy that sat on the chair in the corner next to an open window.

As you made your way to go pet him, Jasper got in through the said window, which caused you to take a few steps back in surprise. Jasper now at his full height, looked at you, not expecting, as you did, for someone to be there.

"Hello." He said, stepping away from the window.

"Hi." You responded, approaching Buddy and crouching next to the chair and start to pet him.

"Is Horace back yet?" Jasper asked, hands in his pockets.

"Not that I know of." You answered. "But I don't think he will be long." Smiling as Buddy's tail started to wage.

"Well, I'm going to grab a bite, I'm starving." He said and you chuckled at his words. "Do you want me to grab something for you?" He asked.

"No, I'm good." You answered, turning towards him, but stopping midway as something caught your attention. Something, or rather someone was outside on the balcony. You tore your gaze away from the open window and looked up at Jasper. "You go and get yourself something to eat before you pass out." You joked.

He scoffed and walked away. You let out a quiet chuckle and turn again towards the window. Cruella was sitting outside, looking over at the city, probably lost in her thoughts. Which you found comprehensible, because tonight was the night, and if things didn't get according to plan then... you can't even think about it.

You looked at buddy and petted him in the head one last time, before getting up and go the balcony through the open window. Cruella didn't acknowledge you, and you didn't want to interrupt whatever was happening in that brilliant mind of hers. So you just lent against the wall, one leg propped against it and arms crossed in front of you as you observed her beauty.

You weren't sure what tonight would entail, and were uncertain of how it would end, even though you were hoping and wishing with all your strength for it to go according to plan, and for no one to get hurt. Your mind had been full the entire day, various topics concerning you, but the one you had silenced and tried to ignore but still always made its way to the centre of everything, was your feelings for Cruella.

You had wanted to confess your feelings towards her after the Fashion Show, but then with everything that happened and with you thinking you had lost her, but then finding out you hadn't lost her at all... everything happened so fast and in so little time that every time you thought was the right time or place to confess, something else would come up.

Now here you were, unsure if you should tell her or not. Option one, confess your feelings and lift the weight of holding it in only to yourself off your shoulders and later on being able to not regret it if things turn out good or (you wish not) bad. And option two, not to confess your feelings and holding them in for a couple more days (or months), not wanting to burden Cruella at a time like this. Best case scenario, she would accept your feelings and perhaps (if you're lucky) confess her own as well. Worst case scenario, well, that you would have to figure out later.

Divided between these two options and unsure of what to do, a headache started to make its way into the mix. Luckily, Cruella, who only now you noticed, turned to look at you finally broke the silence.

"It's rude to stare, you know darling?" She said, a smirk gracing her lips and one of her eyebrows raised.

Flushed you looked everywhere but at her and said, "I wasn't staring." You tried to reverse the situation but it seemed that your brain was at a lack of good outcomes. "I was simply observing the view." You finally said, gesturing towards the city with one of your hands.

Cruella scoffed but decided to not get into it. "Whatever makes you sleep at night." She said, her smug grin never leaving her lips as she turned her gaze to the streets of London yet again.

You, still flustered and wishing for the topic of conversation to change, asked what you had wanted to ask her for the entirety of that day.

"Are you sure that this is what you want to do?" Your right arm, which had been motioning towards the city returned to cross against your chest, as it was sometime before.

"I am," Cruella said, nodding her head. "It's the right thing to do." She then turned to you, her gaze giving you the intensity of how sure she was about this.

Letting out a soft sigh and dropping your gaze to the floor you told her, "Just don't die."

Cruella, who kept staring at you, trying to decipher the meaning behind your words, answered in an attempt to lighten the mood, "Haven't you heard darling? I'm unkillable." Her smirk dropped when she saw your lack of a smile, regretting her words instantly. This wasn't something to joke around about.

"I really wished for that to be true." Was your only response as you kept your head down, focusing on a rather interesting spot you found on the floor to keep from looking up at her, knowing she would read right through you.

"Y/n?" Cruella called you, and you finally looked up trying to keep your emotions from showing. When Cruella saw that she had your attention she continued, "Remember when I told you that you couldn't care for anyone else but yourself?"

You nodded, having a feeling that you wouldn't like the side this conversation was taking.

She took a deep breath and looked around, probably trying to find the right words to explain whatever she wanted to tell you. Cruella exhaled, her lips parted as she focused her eyes on you and said, "That includes me as well." She looked away, not being able to keep her gaze on you, unsure of how you would respond. She swallowed, looked down as you had mere minutes before, and said, "Especially me."

You turned your eyes towards the city of London, thinking about what to respond to said words, as your eyes became glossy but you did everything in your power to keep the tears away. Not wanting her to see you like this before the most important night of the season.

Just as you thought that Cruella was finished and your conversation would end right there, the sound of her voice, yet just a little above a whisper, made your attention turn to her once more.

"I only cause pain amongst people I consider important to me."

A sense of bravery took over your actions at the thought of Cruella diminishing herself. "I guess we're a little late for that." You answered as she looked up at you confused. "Because I went from despising you to start liking you quite a bit." You admitted, trying to lighten the mood not wanting to ruin the night for the both of you.

It was then that she cracked a smile, a look of amusement on her face when she answered, as a grin made its way to her lips, "That makes two of us then, you're not as such a brat as I thought."

You chuckled, your mind taking you back to the time she called you a brat, and you remembered that the only thing that had filled your mind that day had been her bittersweet perfume. With a goofy smile plastered on your face from a nostalgic memory, you gathered the courage and said.

"Cruella, I need to tell you something."

Cruella who was still smiling from your exchange seconds ago, asked, unsure of what was coming as she sensed a tinge of seriousness in your voice, "What is it, darling?"

"I love you."

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

A/n - Hello everyone! This chapter was kind of last minute, because I didn't have time to write it last night, and today I went to buy the last things I needed for my birthday, which is tomorrow! I really want to at least write a tiny chapter for tomorrow still, since I probably won't post on Friday, because of my birthday party, so stay tuned, cause I'm going to try and post another chapter <3

Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

Word count - 1.09k

Warnings - none

That night you didn't have trouble sleeping, perhaps it was because of you being more tired than expected, or maybe, just maybe, it was because Cruellas bittersweet perfume still lingered in on your personal space.

You had a feeling that things would get better, obviously, there are a lot of things that were still unsaid between the two of you, but for now, it really didn't matter. For now, it was enough.

Your morning had passed rather quietly, and quickly. Everyone was running from and to the warehouse, because of the preparations for the fashion show. You were at your table making sure everything was in order, checking the number of outfits and all the like. Horace and Jasper, were around today too, helping with anything that was needed.

Cruella was at her table working. Artie went out to do something they were discussing earlier today. Whatever you did, your eyes would be drawn to her form every single time. You knew that Cruella saw this because, every time you found your eyes were on her she had a smirk on her face, even though she wasn't looking at you, but rather at the task she was handling. Either way, anytime she would stand up your eyes would follow her, she seemed drawn to you just the same way you were drawn to her because, every time she would glance in your direction, you would just flash her a small smile to which she would return.

You found these interactions much better than the previous ones you had had, and it was nice that at least you both could get along. You could get used to this. The smiles and glances you both threw at each other, it felt familiar and comforting.

Your day was spent like this, working, sparing glances at Cruella, and watching her work, that is until she left. She went to work for the baroness you presumed, you were still unable to think about Cruella working for the woman who killed her own mother, you wouldn't be able to do it, you would lash out and confront her the first time you had set eyes upon the baroness. But Cruella was smart, a lot smarter than you and than everyone else. You were sure that the need for revenge was what made her delve into the idea of bringing the baroness and all the things she loved fall to rock bottom. And that was why she was smart, Cruella wanted the baroness to feel the same way she felt as a child, to make her lose what she deemed was the most important thing to her, her business.

You had to admit that you were starting to admire Cruella more and more with everything new you found out about her. The rest of the day passed quickly, you agreed to leave with Artie so that the both of you could catch up a bit since you weren't really able to do it the last couple of days.

Cruella had arrived a few moments ago, you saw her on the elevator, and you had to admit you were kind of sad that she didn't even stop to talk to you, or even Artie. You were sitting at your table talking to Artie, who was packing up some things for the both of you to take with you to his shop, when Horace and Jasper got out of the elevator, all dressed in black and with a beanie on their heads. You stared at them, confusion noticeable on your face, stopping mid-sentence.

"What the ..?" That was the only thing you said while looking at them from top to bottom. Artie looked up and seemed just as confused as you.

Horace and Jasper who seemed to get what you were both so incredulous about, started nodding their heads, while Jasper said, "Cruella wants us to break into the House of Baroness and pretend we were going to steal her signature piece of the spring collection event."

"Ohhh," you and Artie said in unison. That made sense, once again, brilliant idea. Jasper looked kind of annoyed, perhaps it was your impression, but it didn't hurt to ask.

You walked towards him, while Artie and Horace were both chatting. You pulled Jasper to the side, not wanting anyone to eavesdrop on your conversation. Jasper looked at you with a questioning gaze.

"Is something the matter?" You asked, looking up at Jasper concerned.

"What do you mean?" He asked confused. Looking at you with one eyebrow arched.

"You look kind of annoyed. Did something happen?" You tried asking once again, perhaps you really were imagining things.

"Oh, I just had a talk with Cruella, let’s just say it didn't go that well." Jasper said. Oh wow, ok, maybe she was in a mood, probably something that happened at the House of Baroness, you knew you found it odd of her not to even stop and talk to Artie when she arrived.

"Was it because I told her that I knew the baroness killed her mother?" The realization that you still hadn’t told Jasper about your conversation with Cruella got to you. Was she still mad at Jasper even after you told her he didn’t do anything wrong? It couldn’t be, could it?

"No, don't worry, it wasn't about that." Jasper said. Relief washed over you.

"You know that if you want to talk, I'm always here, right?” You said while gently touching his shoulder and giving him a weak smile. You really liked Jasper, he was a good friend, and you were happy you got to know each other in such a short period of time.

Jasper let his head fall and gave you a small smile while touching the hand you had on his shoulder, it was a friendly gesture, and you were always ready to help and listen, whenever someone needed to get something off their chests, you were happy to play the part. Jasper said, "Thank you."

The moment was broken when you heard an angry voice coming from upstairs saying "Y/n get up here, now."

You looked up towards the big hole that was on the ceiling, that divided the second and third floor of the building, and there you saw Cruella standing with her arms crossed in front of her, she gave you a look of "don'tmakemeaskyoutwice" and walked away.

You looked up at Jasper and grimaced, not ready for what was about to happen. He wished you good luck, which you knew you were going to need since the lack of the word "darling" in her sentence was noticeable, and that’s how you knew you were in trouble.

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

A/n - Hello guys, hope you all had a good weekend! So here's chapter four and let me tell you I was so into writing it that it turned out bigger than expected. Wish you all enjoy it, and stay tuned for Wednesday's update. <3

Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

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The rest of the workday went by calmly, a lot calmer to be precise. Cruella was nowhere to be seen and you were glad because you really needed to finish your work, and with her being here, that would've made it very very difficult. Artie and your coworkers were the only ones with you at the warehouse. Horace and Jasper left not long after you came down to start your work.

You could say that this was a rather odd morning. It was weird not having Cruella hanging around and being picky. But not only that, you had seen someone you had never seen in all the time you were here. Sometime after Horace and Jasper left, there was a figure on the elevator, a figure of someone you had never seen before. She, the only thing you were sure of, was that it was in fact a woman, was wearing glasses and her hair was red. But that was not the only thing you found interesting. What in reality captivated you, was the fact that she came from upstairs. You didn't remember seeing anyone but Horace, Jasper, and Cruella when you went up there in the morning. You hadn't in fact seen anyone go upstairs that day.

Your mind was wrapped around this for the rest of the day. You thought about asking Jasper about it when you went out to eat that night but still weren't sure how you would address the topic. Another thing on your mind that day was Jasper. He was always really nice to you and made you feel welcomed when you started to go and be helpful at the warehouse. Both he and Horace were good people and you found them to be really sweet towards everybody, even Cruella. You had to admit you were surprised, to say the least, when Jasper asked you to go and grab dinner with him. He had never asked you anything of the kind before, but you were glad to accept, only if at first you just wanted to see Cruellas reaction.

The day was finally coming to an end, and you were glad that you were able to finish everything you had in store for today. Cruella was still nowhere to be seen and you cursed in your mind for still be thinking about her. You were putting everything away when Jasper came downstairs. He had arrived just a few moments before and probably went upstairs to get ready.

"So, are you ready to go?" Jasper said smiling down at me.

"Yes, in fact, I am." I said as I got up and walked with him towards the elevator.

You and Jasper walked around London in silence for some time. The weather that day was quite nice and the wind was light. You really weren't sure where you were going but you were really appreciating the quiet and the calm. You came to a stop when Jasper, who was walking alongside you stopped in his tracks. He pointed towards the park bench that was on your left and you took the queue and sat.

"I know you probably were hoping for a more sophisticated place," Jasper said as he sat next to you on the bench, he was nervous, you observed. "It's just that at the moment I couldn't really afford any of those luxurious restaurants." He said not meeting your eyes.

"This is great Jasper!" You exclaimed. You still weren't a big fan of all those finest and refined restaurants, it was like working at Liberty, you still couldn't stand those people. "I find this place to be better than any top-of-the-line restaurant." You smiled as you turned towards him and sat cross-legged.

Jasper let out a breath of relief and turned towards you. "I hope you like sandwiches then." He said with a laugh. He reached for the bag you now only noticed he had brought with him.

You both ate and drank the tea he had brought. It was quite nice, talking about nothing and everything just a break in routine, something you didn't get quite often. The mysterious woman you saw earlier was still on your mind and you were trying to come up with a way to bring her up.

"This was really nice Jasper." I smiled at him "your girlfriend is very lucky." You gave it a try, still not sure if that was the right approach.

Jasper who was in the middle of sipping his tea almost choked after what you had said. "Girlfriend?" Jasper asked after he got his breathing under control.

"Yes, girlfriend," you said giving him a confused look, "the red-haired woman that was at the warehouse today." You said as it was something obvious.

"Ohhhh," Jasper said in realization, it was a good sign at least you know you weren't imagining things. "She is not my girlfriend, believe me." He said with his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

"Why not? You're a handsome fella, you can easily swoop any woman off her feet." you said while patting his shoulder.

Jasper just shrugged, let out a small laugh, and said, "I could say the same about you."

"Uhh, believe me when I say I'm not that big of a deal." You said looking forward towards the trees that filled the park. The wind was slightly making your skin prickle.

"I don't think that's true," Jasper said still looking at you. "Is there anyone you're interested in?"

You weren't sure how to answer that question. The only person your mind has been able to think about for the last few days, and nights, has been Cruella herself, the woman who shared an apartment with him and Horace. Would it be ok to tell Jasper the truth? Would he keep it a secret for you? You weren't sure what to do about this situation, you hadn't talked with Artie about it, and Artie was your best friend. After tons of considerations, and made-up scenarios in your mind of how Jasper would react, you decided to play it safe.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about someone, to be honest." You said. It would be good to talk and admit it to someone even if it wasn't considered the complete version.

"You don't seem very happy about it." Jasper said staring forward to where you were still observing the trees.

"It's just complicated." you explained.

"Isn't it always?" Said Jasper.

And with that, you glanced at him and said "I guess it is."

You both zoned out for a few moments thinking about your own stuff. "How was your day?" You asked Jasper, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Normal to say the least, and yours?" Jasper asked you.

"A lot calmer than usual, that's for sure." You chuckled. Jasper gave a questioning look, to which you explained, "Cruella wasn't around today to make everyone's life miserable." You glanced at Jasper and immediately regretted what you had said, you totally forgot she was his, I don't know, friend? roommate?

"Sorry Jasper," you sighed, "it's just that Cruella gets a lot on my nerves, I'm not really sure why, but she does." You tried your best to explain.

"Hey, look, I don't blame you," he said, "she can be quite mad at times."

"Yes, she can." You said. "How did you meet?" You asked him, trying to change the subject slightly.

"When we were just kids, we, me and Horace, found her in Regent’s Park sleeping by the fountain. We were chased by a policeman and she came after us and from then on, we've all lived together." You stared at him, nodding for him to continue. "But she wasn't like you know her now, she used to be Estella, sweet and kind Estella." You hummed, Jasper seemed to really like Estella a lot more than Cruella, and well, from the things you've heard, that wasn't exactly a difficult thing to believe in.

"I don't blame her for the way she has been acting." He said. You looked at him and asked, "why?", to which Jasper answered, "Well, you know because she discovered recently that the baroness was the person who killed her mother."

You gasped. What? Oh my god! Ok, that was brand new information. Was that why Artie was making such a big deal to help Cruella? If anybody would've told you... god, you feel like a total idiot. You couldn't think of anything to say, you couldn't even hear your own thoughts at the moment, you were scandalized.

Upon seeing the look on your face Jasper became worried. "You didn't know about this, did you?" He asked, confused yet very serious.

"No... I didn't... no one told me." You finally answered, when you found the ability to speak again. "I'm feeling really bad right now, I've been a total jerk towards her this entire time." You said exasperated. You were not expecting this to be how your day would end.

"It's not your fault y/n, you didn't know." Jasper tried to make you feel better, but really there wasn't anything that would, not until you apologized or did something to not make you feel so ashamed of yourself.

After that, you and Jasper wrapped everything up so you could leave. It was already getting darker and darker by the minute. It was only when Jasper offered to walk you home that you realized you forgot your bag at the warehouse, so both of you set course to where you had come from hours before, Jasper to go home and you to get your purse. When you got there you bid Jasper good night as you got off the elevator on the floor below where he and the others lived. You picked your purse from the ground next to your table and walked towards the elevator once again, shut the pantographic door closed, and clicked on the last floor button.

As you reached the last floor of the warehouse you opened the pantographic door of the elevator and walked out. At that same moment, the front door to the warehouse opened and in came the red-haired girl from earlier, as you were about to say good night and leave, finding this to be awkward since you didn't exactly know each other, the woman brought her hand up to her head and pulled out her wig. Ok, a lot of weird things were happening today and you didn't find it a coincidence anymore.

The woman finally looked up and you were met with two big hazel green eyes that you were able to recognize anywhere. Her hair was tied in a low bun because of the wig, you presumed, glasses still on from earlier, and she came to a halt when she saw you. You were left there stunned looking at her, with the tons of things you wanted to say rushing around in your mind, but still, you couldn't put anything together.

"Your date is over I presume, darling." She said, wig in hand, and a sound of disgust as she said the word "date" was evident.

You weren't in the mood to play around, not only after you just found out that the mysterious woman you say earlier that day was Cruella, but most importantly after you found out that the baroness killed her mother. If someone asked you a few days ago you would wish for a lot of things to happen to her but not what had happened. You didn't wish that to anyone.

"Cruella.." you started, but you weren't really sure what you were gonna say.

"Yes, darling?" She asked looking a little bit concerned.

You just stared at her not being able to form any words, your mouth was hanging open trying to say something but you weren't exactly sure what, your mind was buzzing.

"What's the matter? You look like you've seen a gosht." She said walking towards you, laughing in a way to try and lighten the mood, but still with a glint of worry in her eyes.

"I'm sorry." It was the only thing you were able to say. You were sorry. Sorry for the way you treated her. Sorry because you didn't know something like that happened to her. Sorry to not understand why she wanted to win and take everything away from the baroness.

"What exactly are you saying sorry for, darling?" The look on Cruella's face was becoming more and more preoccupied. Her eyebrows were furred and her breathing was starting to become more rapid.

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you, I didn't know, I'm sorry... if I had known I wouldn't have been so awful to y—" you were interrupted from your babbling as Cruellas hands found your shoulders and said, "Darling, calm down, tell me, what didn't you know?" She looked straight into your eyes and you were in some kind of a daze.

"I didn't know that the baroness killed your mother."

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

A/n - Hey guys so sorry for not updating in a while, it's just that I've been helping my mom at work and this past week I was just very busy. Don't worry, updates are going to return to the normal schedule. I hope you enjoy this chapter and don't forget to comment, I love to read them! Stay safe <3

Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warnings - none

Cruella was now sitting on the couch next to yours, at the back of Artie's shop. You had busied yourself in making the tea, the second you entered the back room. You could feel Cruella's eyes on you from the same sofa she had seated, you were trying your best not to turn around, pretending you were oblivious of her stare. After you had prepared the tea, you reached for two teacups, sugar and milk and placed them onto a tray as well as the teapot, and carried it to the small center table in front of the sofas.

From the moment you sat down, Cruella began to tell you the whole story of what had happened after the show. She told you everything. From finding Horace and Jasper both tied to chairs in the middle of the warehouse because they had been followed, to the Baroness plan to kill her on the warehouse fire and make it look like Jasper and Horace were the culprits. She told you about John, the Baroness butler, who had been the one who rescued her before the flames had consumed her.

You sat there quietly, listening intently. It was quite a story to take in. You had stopped drinking your tea halfway into the first minutes, to process everything that Cruella was telling you.

"But that's not even the worst part." She told you, clearly noticing your facial expressions switched from surprise to concern, and the other way around, as she moved from detail to detail in her story.

"There's more?" You asked, expressing your true surprise, as to say 'what could possibly be worst than be almost burned alive?!'

Cruella stared at you and nodded while pursing her lips. She then reached for the necklace, that was hidden under the button-up shirt she was wearing and took it off letting it dangle between her fingers as she brought it closer to you.

"This necklace was my mom's, when I was a kid she told me it was a family heirloom and that one day it would be mine," Cruella smiled down at the necklace in her hands as she was telling you the story. "This necklace was the one I told you about, the one I tried to take from the Baroness at her White and Black Ball and failed, it was on the same night I found out she killed my mother." She looked up at you, and the memory of when she told you about the necklace at the warehouse flowed to your mind.

"Well, I figured out that it isn't just a necklace." She said. You looked at her, a look of confusion filling your features instantly. 'Not just a necklace?' You thought.

Cruella lifted the necklace from her palms once again, taking a hold of the gem with one hand and the top of the pendant with the other, she lifted the pendant and drew the gem down, and all of a sudden the necklace showed a secret key. You were filled with surprise as you stared at the tiny key that now took place at the end of the string. You looked up towards Cruella, your eyebrows furrowed.

"This key," she looked down at it, "unlocks the box my birth certificate was in." Cruella then lifts her gaze towards you once again. You tilt your head to the side, even more, confused than before. Birth Certificate? What the heck was going on? You just nodded your head for Cruella to proceed. She let out a big breath and continued.

"The Baroness is my birth mother."

Your eyebrows lifted so high up in your forehead that you were almost sure they would fall out, your eyes were as wide as they had ever been before, your mouth agape as you processed Cruella's words. You were frozen in place for a long while, looking at Cruella to make sure you had heard her correctly. She just pursed her lips and nodded, while putting the gem back on the necklace, hiding once again the secret key, and placing it around her neck and under her button-up shirt yet again. Cruella just waited for all the information she just gave you to sink in, as she calmly sipped her tea, while looking at you expectantly.

You finally let yourself relax and leaned back in your chair, still a bit shocked but overall relieved to finally know what had happened.

"I was... not expecting that, to be honest." It was the only thing you could think of to say.

"Well, I wasn't either." Cruella told you, leaning back on the couch as well.

She then proceeded to tell you how John was the one to show her the key that was in the necklace and the one who held the box of her birth certificate. She told you how the baroness had given her away to died, and how Catherine, her other mother, who used to work for the baroness, saved her, gave her a home, and raised her as her own.

"And that is basically the whole thing." Cruella finished telling you all about what she had just discovered hours ago.

"That is a really messed up story." You said. You would've never thought the Baroness was Cruellas real mother, or that she tried to kill her own child twice now.

"Indeed it is." Cruella agreed, moving to sit cross-legged on the couch, getting more comfortable.

"What about Jasper and Horace? We have to get them out of prison!" You stated, wide-eyed yet again, remembering them both.

"Not to worry, I've already taken care of that, they're safe." She answered you calming you down.

"And is this John person, trustworthy then?" You asked her.

"I believe he is, yes." She answered you, moving forward to grab her teacup.

"Well then, knowing you I bet you have a plan." You said, stating the obvious. As Artie says, Cruella always has a plan.

"Obviously, darling, hence why I came here to talk to Artie, where is he anyway?" She asked, sipping her tea while looking around the room.

"He went to pick up some new fabrics," you explained. "but I know him and he is going to help you and so am I." You said, always offering to help her with whatever it was her plan was this time.

"Why would you help me?" She asked incredulously. "After everything that happened, everything that I just told you, this could be dangerous." She exclaimed.

"And what? You don't think I can handle a little dangerousness?" You asked her while scoffing. Why was she making a big deal out of this? The more the merrier, she could use all the help she could get, why turn your offer down?

"Oh, darling, I know you can, that's not the problem." She told you, and it was her who scoffed this time.

"Then what is?" You asked, curious to know what the problem was this time, yet starting to get annoyed as to why she didn't seem to want your help.

"The problem is that I won't be able to live with myself if something happens to you." Cruella admitted, setting her teacup down on the table firmly. She wasn't looking at you, she was staring at the center table, refusing to return eye contact.

So that was what this was all about. You found yourself flushing for the hundredth time again near the woman. Your heart warmed at her concern, even if it was just a matter of not wanting a friend to get hurt it still made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Nothing will happen to me." You said softly, a small smile gracing your features.

"How can you be so sure about that?" She asked you in a small voice, still staring at the table's surface, not looking at you.

"Because I know that you won't let anything happen to me." You admitted. This was something you were indeed sure of, after everything Cruella just told you, all the complicated scenarios that had taken place, it all made you realize one thing, that being, that Cruella would never let anyone mess with her family and friends, and you were glad to be a part of her small bubble.

Your statement made Cruella instantly look up at you. Surprise filled her features, a small blush covered her cheeks, and the smallest but still honest of smiles was shown. You were starstruck by her in every single possible way, and you didn't regret it in any way.

Clearing your throat you continued. "So, now that that is discussed, what is the plan?" You asked her.

Cruella flashed you an evil smirk and started to tell you everything.

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

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Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

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The day was soon coming to an end. Almost everyone had left the warehouse for the day, the only people left were you, Artie, Cruella, Horace, and Jasper, who, unlike Cruella, were super kind and wonderful to be around. Both of them treated you really well and you still couldn't understand how they could put up with Cruella when she is, well, Cruella. You've heard that Estella was a lot more sympathetic and nicer to be around, yet, you couldn't tell if it was true or not, since you've never seen that side of Cruella.

You were taking longer than you expected to finish your piece. You've been helping your coworkers all day because they had too much stuff in their hands while you had already finished everything but your costume. Looking back now, you probably should have finished the costume and then help the others, but now there's nothing you could do, and you're almost finished anyway.

Artie is usually the final one to leave since Cruella and the others live here. Today, well, things were a lot tougher than usual since the fashion show was only a few days away.

You were finishing up your costume when Artie came and sat in the chair right in front of you. "You usually have already left by now," he said, you could tell he was surprised, you were a fast worker, but today after your talk with Cruella, if you could call it that, you got a little more distracted than you already were before.

"Yes, and so would've you too." I answered, "I got caught up on some things and lost track of time for a bit."

"You..lost.. track of time? Yeah, I'm not really going to buy that bullshit!" Artie said, of course, he would know, he has known you for years nothing goes past him. "So, what's on your mind? Spill the beans." He said with a smile.

"Don't you have to leave? It's pretty late, and we both know you don't like to wake up early when you don't get your full beauty sleep." You stated, chuckling a little.

"I think I can manage" he smiled "but now really, what's going on in that brain of yours?" he continued.

"It's just.." you hesitated "why are you helping her? Cruella I mean." You asked honestly, you still couldn't put your mind into what is making Artie wanting to help her so badly. You know he loves fashion, gods you do too, but ...

"Y/n, really, this conversation again?" was the only thing he said while he shocked his head.

"Look, I know okay? It's just that I can't put my mind into it!" You were getting a little frustrated by all this, was it that hard to tell me what was going on?

"Look y/n..." he sighed "I know you two aren't the best of friends, but I can assure you that this is for a great cause."

"I just don't understand how you get on with her, that's all." You truly admitted. "She's just so rude and cold to everyone who is helping her. Poor Jasper and Horace who have to do everything she says, and deal with her every single day, I admire those guys!"

Artie just looked at me before saying "She has been through a lot in life, and I know that she can be a real bitch at times BUT she is a good person deep down, a little bit mad but overall, good." You could tell Artie was being real this time. "Just drop it, and can you please promise me you will try to be nicer to her?" He looked at you hopefully.

"Ok..ok.. I'll drop it." I said. Artie gave me a look that said 'promisemeyou'llbegood' and you continued "I promise I'll try and be a little nicer." With this, Artie got up wishing me a good night as he stepped onto the elevator to leave.

You sighed and continued working on your outfit. Your mind was going through the whole conversation you had with Artie, and maybe you should try and be a little nicer. Maybe if you were nicer to her she would be nicer or at least not so rude to you. It's just that you couldn't control it! She had a way to get in your nerves, you don't know why or how, but it just happened.

In 10 minutes you finished your costume and got up from the table you considered now yours since you had been working there for the past couple of days. After making sure that everything was perfectly in place you decided to take your leave. You retrieved your bag from the floor next to your desk and started towards the elevator.

You were almost at the elevator when you heard a voice sound from behind you saying, "You don't have to start being nicer to me just because Artie told you that I have a sad past, you know darling?" Cruella stated, rather coldly.

You turned around to look at her, she still wore her black leather pants with her black leather jacket she had on from earlier, her hair was a little wilder from the day's events. She looked stunning, as much as you hated her you still had eyes to appreciate the beauty the woman was. "So now you're listening in on people's conversations? Didn't take you for that kind of person." You snorted while rolling your eyes. Did she really snoop in on your conversation with Artie? Really?

"I don't need anyone's pity, darling." Cruella said with disdain dripping from her words as she walked forward, arms crossed in front of her.

"I am not pitting you if that's what you're concerned about." You assured her, not that you had to explain anything to her after she just eavesdropped in on your conversation. "Now, if you'll excuse me I'll be going on my way." You said as you turned around towards the elevator, but before you could press the button to call it a hand grabbed your wrist and by the force of it, it made you spin around to face no other than Cruella herself. Wasn't your conversation over? You thought you made that pretty clear.

You were face to face now. She was a lot more closer than you would consider appropriate but you didn't dare to budge or look away. You were staring into each other's eyes, and you wouldn't be the one to fall into the temptation of looking down to the other's lips. Your noses were almost touching, and you could feel her breath hit your face making you shiver.

"You know, that's no way to treat your boss darling." Cruella said, her voice low just above a whisper.

"One, don't call me darling." You'd be lying if you said you didn't like it when she called you that, but right at this moment, you were using everything you got to try and piss her off. You would try and fulfill the promise you made to Artie about being nicer to her, but starting tomorrow. "Two, you're not my boss." You stated trying to show her you were not intimidated by her.

You stayed there staring at each other. You were already ready for Cruella's come back to your response. That didn't happen as you expected. Cruella just smiled, an evil, smirky smile, and got even closer to you. You had to admit you were a little scared of what would be the outcome of this, but still, something deep inside you stirred at the possibility of something happening.

As Cruella got closer you were preparing yourself mentally for what this might enroll. Just as you thought she would kiss you, she dipped her face to the left side of your face and,

"Keep telling yourself that..." she whispered in your ear, "..darling." You could feel her smile in the shell of your ear, mixed with her breath on your cold skin which caused your skin to prickle.

With that Cruella took one last look at you, and for the second time, that day she turned around and walked away, swaying her hips as she did so.

Oh boy. You weren't sure if you would be able to sleep that night.

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

A/n - Here’s chapter five, and once again I apologize for such a short chapter, this week has been insane! I have my last exam on Friday and im still not sure if I will be able to post another chapter till next Monday, I’m still going to try though, sooo stay tuned :) And thank u all for your support <3

Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

Word count - 1.08k

Warnings - none

"I didn't know that the baroness killed your mother."

Cruella let go abruptly of your shoulders and turned around, walking away, hands running through her hair. The wig she was holding beforehand was laying on the ground, since the moment she grabbed your shoulders.

You stayed frozen in place waiting for her to say something, anything, to react in any way. You were sure the situation would escalate rather quickly in a fraction of minutes, so you were trying to prepare yourself for what might happen next.

"Who told you this?" This was the first thing Cruella said. She was still with her back turned to you, and you couldn't see the look that was on her face, but her voice was the only thing you needed, to know that she was furious.

"That's not important." You said. It wasn't, what really mattered was that you wanted to apologize for the way you treated her.

"Not important? Not important?" Cruella asked ironically, forcing out a laugh, and turned towards you. You were finally able to see her face and to confirm what you already knew, she was in fact enraged. Even if she didn't meet your eye.

"Yes, it's not." You responded. "That's not the point."

"It was Jasper, wasn't it?" She asked furiously, one eyebrow arched, and hands-on her hips, as she stared down towards the wooded floor.

"Don't go blaming this on him! It's not his fault." You responded quickly, finally moving from the spot you were standing, you were starting to get a little pissed off too, but tried to remind yourself that it wasn't Cruellas fault that she was reacting like this, she was just taken by surprise.

"Why would he tell you this?" Cruella said in a low voice, she looked towards a spot on the wall beside your head. That was something you noticed too, since the moment you told her that you knew what the baroness had done, Cruella hasn't been able to look you in the eye, and you were afraid that you actually just blew the opportunity you had for both of you to become I don't know, "friends?" away.

"It just came up, believe me, it was not his fault, we were just talki—" you were trying your best to explain but Cruella interrupted you, once again it looked like you had said something wrong and stricken a nerve because she was mad yet again.

"It just came up?" She said mockingly, pacing around the floor, throwing her hands in the air as she said, "You started talking about me on your date, and the topic of the baroness killing my mother just came up?" She asked rhetorically, crossing her arms over her chest.

You huffed and said, "First of all, it wasn't a date, Jasper and I are just friends, not that that has anything to do with the matter at hand." Cruella just rolled her eyes at you, and you continued, "Second, we weren't talking about you, we were talking about work and you just happened to come up, that's all, so really don't blame Jasper, he thought that I knew already, which I didn't." You had tried your best to explain to her what actually had transpired.

Cruella continued to stare ahead at the wall behind you. She didn't say anything to you, she just stood there, thinking, and you were almost losing it, the silence was deafening and it made you, oh, so nervous. She probably knew how the silence of her part made you feel, and she just wanted to punish you, and make you suffer a little.

"Look, I just wanted to apologize for the way I've been treating you, and tell you that if I had known..." You weren't sure how to finish that sentence, you knew that Cruella was probably trying to look all tough and act indifferent about it like she didn't really care that you now knew, but she was really suffering inside, she doesn't like it when people see her soft side, that you were sure.

"Like I've told you before darling, I don't need anyone's pity." She said, venom dripping from every single word on that sentence. But you were too tired to care. Tough Cruella is someone you had learned how to put up with, so she didn't intimidate you anymore.

"And I don't care if you think I'm pitying you, which I'm not for the record." You answered, annoyed, not caring about what she insinuated anymore.

"Why do you care so much about this anyway?" She asked you while running her hands through her white and black hair once again, she was getting tired as well, you noticed.

"Because I know what it's like to lose a parent." You told her sadly, and that's when she finally caught your eyes. She looked surprised, probably as much as you had looked when you found out that her mother was murdered by the baroness.

None of you broke eye contact even if you were with a great amount of distance between yourselves. This time there was no bitterness or rudeness. You felt some kind of wave of comfort in this little interaction, that perhaps it didn't mean anything but still felt nice.

Cruella was the first to break eye contact, clearing her throat, and then she started to move. She walked past you, brushing your right shoulder as she did, towards the elevator and you took that as an end of the conversation. Your head fell down then, and you were left looking at the floor, that was not how you intended for that conversation to go, you thought that maybe things would get better, even in the least. You decided that it was your time to leave, so you looked up once again and as you were taking your first step towards the exit of the warehouse, you heard Cruella call you.

You turned around, thinking that perhaps you were hearing things, but you were not, she was leaning against the elevator wall, one leg propped up against it, and with her arms crossed in front of her. Your eyes met once again and Cruella just said, smiling, her smirky grin was back, and there was no word that could be able to describe the wave of relief and happiness that you felt in that moment,

"coming, darling?"

Changing your rote, you walked towards the elevator and got in. Of all the sceneries you had come up with on your mind, this one you couldn't have imagined it.

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter three | Chapter four | Chapter five

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Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

Word count - 1.2k

Warnings - none :)

The fashion show was only 3 days away, and soon everything would turn into chaos in the warehouse due to the preparations. You were now on your way there. A little bit earlier than usual, but because you wanted to get everything you could wrapped up, so you could call it an early night. You really needed to sleep. After yesterday night's events, your mind was spinning around everything that happened that day. You stayed laid on your bed for hours staring blankly at the ceiling.

Sleep did come eventually. The dream that followed it though, you weren't sure what to think of it. You were deeply ashamed of yourself, and god forbid if anyone found out. But deep down you kinda enjoyed it, and it was only a dream not reality so you aren't the one to blame. But even though, you couldn't let anyone know you had a wet dream about your coworker. You believe that all that hatred between the two of you was making you more stressed than you had imagined and that it was leading to very visual fantasies about her.

You blamed Cruella for it. If it weren't for her closeness last night you would've been totally fine and this wouldn't have happened. But deep down you knew it was no one's fault but your minds. You wouldn't admit to anyone that you actually enjoyed how Cruella was so close to you that night and that you wondered if things would've turned out differently if the situation was different.

But you still thought that the attraction you were beginning to feel towards Cruella was mainly because of your lack of sexual activities since, well, a while.

You reached the warehouse earlier than you had actually intended, no one was there yet, so you decided to go upstairs to greet Horace and Jasper since you haven't been able to see them much due to the preparations of the fashion show.

The elevator came to a stop on the third floor, where Cruella and the boys lived. You pulled the pantographic door open and as soon as you stepped out of the elevator a shoe flew past your head, you barely had time to dodge back so it wouldn't hit you straight in the head, the shoe hit the wall on your left. You let out a deep breath as you stared at the wall with your mouth agape and eyes wide.

You snapped out of your shocked self and looked to your right, from the direction the shoe flew from and where you heard shouting. You recognized that voice anywhere. Cruella was yelling at Horace, who was trying his best to dodge all the types of items she threw his way while trying to explain himself for what had transpired. A small dog, which you recognized as being Wink, was sitting in the corner next to where Horace stood, looking at the scene.

You were tore away from your daze when someone snapped their fingers in front of your face. You looked up and saw Jasper. He was holding a mug, of what you presumed was tea, in his right hand.

"What's going on?" You asked, tilting your head to where Horace and Cruella were.

Jasper grimaced and proceeded to explain what had transpired that morning, and what lead to the "discussion" that was now taking place to your right.

"Horace spilled milk onto one of the dresses for the fashion show." He said. You grimaced as well. And oh boy, you didn't need any more explanation than that. No wonder Cruella is pissed, you were sorry for Horace though, he would never hear the end of it. "Another normal morning." He faked a smile, letting out a sigh. "You're here earlier than usual." Jasper said sparing a glance at the clock that was on the kitchen wall while taking a sip of his tea.

"Well, I was hoping to get ahead on the work I have in store for today, so that I can call it an early night." You explained, Jasper nodded. "But I got here a lot earlier than expected and decided to come up and wish you and Horace a good morning and a good day, since we're probably not going to see each other much because of the fashion show." You finished and smiled up at him.

"You're too nice," Jasper said swinging on his heels, the tips of his ears become a slight shade of pink.

"Y/n.. would.. you li-" Jasper was cut off by Cruella who was now making her way to where the two of you were standing. Horace was nowhere to be seen, probably escaped as soon as she noticed you were there, and was distracted.

"What are you doing here?" Cruella asked standing now, right next to Jasper, who busied himself with his tea, her hands were placed on her hips, as she narrowed her eyes at you.

"I came to work." Sounding a bit confused. You were trying hard not to stare at her, the events of last night in this same warehouse were still very vivid. "I work here you know?" You said, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

It was Cruellas turn to roll her eyes. "I don't mean here here!" She said frustrated. "I mean, what are you doing here so early, darling?" Now it was her who turned to glance towards the clock on the kitchen, just as Jasper had done.

Oh lord. And there go your thoughts back to your dream. If you'd admit, which you wouldn't, you were really starting to enjoy that word more and more, every day that got by.

"Why is everyone so concerned about how early I am?" You asked starting to become a little bit frustrated yourself. Cruella and Jasper both stared at you. "Never mind, I'm gonna start with my work." You said turning your back to them and moving again towards the elevator that you just came out of mere minutes ago. You were about to close the pantographic door when you remembered that Jasper was going to tell you something before being interrupted by Cruella.

"Jasper, what were going to tell me before you were interrupted?" You made sure to put an emphasis on the word interrupted to make Cruella know that you guys were having a conversation before she just jumped in.

Jasper still stood in the same spot as he was when you two were talking, and Cruella was already getting ready to turn around but stopped when she heard you speak up.

"Oh.." Jasper rubbed the back of his head, looking nervous. "I was just.. ah.. going to ask you if.. you would like to grab dinner with me tonight?" You were a little shocked but tried your best not to demonstrate it. But before you could answer Jasper added "If you finish your work early of course." He chuckled nervously.

You spared a glance towards where Cruella stood still with her back turned to you, but not moving a muscle. You shock your head to get her off your mind for a second and directed your attention towards Jasper, who stood looking everywhere but at you. You thought about it for a second, it was just a dinner with a friend, what bad would it make?

"Yes Jasper, that would be lovely." You smiled at him.

"Great, until tonight then." He said, with a more relieved stance. You gave him one last smile and closed the pantographic door of the elevator and went downstairs, to go and start your workday.

What you didn't know was that you left a fuming Cruella upstairs.

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Cruella x Female Reader Fanfic

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Y/n is a friend of Artie's who often helps him and his crew of tailors. Now that Artie has required her help for the fashion show of one of the top icons of the moment, Cruella, she has to learn how to coexist with her and try and understand why her friend is helping such a rude person. Will Cruella and y/n be able to put their problems aside and work together?

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

A/n - Hey everyone! So, here's chapter eleven, I decided to divide it into two parts, the second one though is going to be kinda small, which I think I'll post on Friday because I'm almost finished with it, and I've been having a few ideas for the chapters ahead and I just want to write them :) I hope you enjoy this chapter, and that everything is ok with all of you. Thank you so much for voting and don't forget to comment, because I love to read your reactions. <3

Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

Word count - 1.5k

Warnings - none

It had been almost a day since Cruella had died. Her death was the only thing on the news, radio, and newspapers. You were now at Artie's shop, he had asked you to keep an eye on the store while he went to get some fabrics he had ordered. The shop was dead silent. You hadn't dared turn on the radio. Still not being prepared to face the fact that you weren't going to see her again. You thanked the gods' no one had decided to visit the store that day, while you were there, at least. That made a wave of relief fill you because you really weren't sure you would be able to speak with anyone, or rather help anyone as a matter of fact. So you were thankful for the silence.

But sometimes the silence is one of the biggest enemies. It makes you able to listen to your own thoughts, to focus on them, it makes you think, but right now the last thing you wanted to do was think. You had barely slept the night before, even after you asked Artie to spend the night at your apartment because you didn't want to be alone. And to be honest the real reason why you had fallen asleep at all, was because of how tired you were. You had wished to wake up and for everything to be all but a dream, in this case, a nightmare. But you were rather disappointed, and that might’ve been a bad word to describe it.

Artie hadn't wanted to let you alone, seeing as the state you were in last night, but you insisted for him to go and get all his businesses in order. After all, life must go on. Not yours though, at least not for now anyway. While at the shop, alone, with the quiet that filled it, your mind had drifted to Jasper and Horace, who were both now in jail for Cruella's murder. You believed they weren't responsible for it, you were sure of it to be precise. It didn't matter if Cruella and them had a few disagreements, they were still family at the end of the day. They wouldn't be able to kill her, or anyone for that matter. You had thought about asking Artie to go with you to the police station, to see if you would be able to talk to them, to know what had actually transpired the night before.

After a while, you decided it was best to find something, anything, to do, just to keep you busy and to keep your mind off of things. You had tried to entertain yourself with folding and looking for some new pieces to put on display, new stock of fabrics, and anything you needed to actually take out front, but after a while, you felt that your body was almost on autopilot. You were in the back of the shop at the moment, getting a new box of stock, when you heard the shopkeeper's bell ring, alerting that a customer had arrived. So much for the quiet.

You heard it once again, - two customers already - you thought, followed by a "We're closed". That made you rapidly take a hold of the box you had decided to bring out front, and go to the front of the shop at a quick pace. The following words already slipping through your mouth as soon as you started walking to your destination, desperate to demonstrate that the shop was not closed at all. "We're open, we're op—" You stopped mid sentence, your steps faulting as well, coming to a stop.

It was then that your eyes became wide, your mouth dropped open, the box you were holding fell to the floor and your hands flew to your mouth. You were hallucinating, you must be, this couldn't possibly be real. Cruella stood in front of you. It couldn't be. Your mind was playing tricks at you. You shocked your head, your hands moving to your eyes to rub them, once, twice, and when your vision had finally cleared, she was still standing there. Disguised as a man, but still her. She settled the umbrella she had with her against the wall and then lifted her hand towards her lips and pulled the fake mustache off of her upper lip, and then placed it inside her coat pocket.

"Hello, darling. Did you miss me?" She chuckled, wiggling her eyebrows at you. Oh, you were relieved, she wasn't a figment of your imagination, and most importantly, she wasn't dead.

Tears of relief filled your eyes, a sigh escaping your lips before you closed the gap between both of you and lunged yourself at her, giving her a hug, holding on to her for dear life. "Happy to see me, I see." She said after she let out a surprised squeak, from the sudden display of emotion from you, followed by a laugh, and you weren’t able to describe how you loved to hear that sound again. She retributed the hug, giving you a gentle squeeze, and rubbing your back.

"I'm so glad your not dead." You whispered into the hug, sniffing a bit, trying to control yourself, and deciding to focus on your breathing,

"You're not the only one, darling." She whispered back, a smug smile bracing her features. It was nice to know that her sarcasm was still intact.

You started to pull away, wanting to take a good look at her. Cruella's hands went from your shoulders, down to your arms, and reached your hands, taking a hold of them, as you pulled slightly apart. You finally looked directly at her, your eyes roaming every single part of her perfect face, looking for any kind of answer to what was going on. You finally met her eyes and asked, concern noticeable in your words. "Are you ok?"

"I am, now at least." She answered, not breaking eye contact while giving both of your hands, that she still held at both your sides, a squeeze.

"I went to the warehouse last night. I was going to check on how you were all doing after the show and I had a bottle of champagne for us to celebrate with, but then when I got there.. the warehouse was on fire, and then... I ah... I-I saw Jasper and Horace being arrested, and there was no sign of you, and then when I heard that you had died ... I didn't know, I just.." You were stoped from your frantic babbling when Cruella's hands cradled either side of your face, wiping the tears you hadn't even noticed were falling down your cheeks. Her hands were warm from holding yours just a few seconds ago, her thumbs wiping gently your tears away. You wanted to be trapped in this moment forever, to be this close to her. Having her comfort you was something new, and you found it difficult to explain how you felt about it, you just knew it brought a warmth to your heart.

"Hey, I'm here." She whispered adoringly, a small smile gracing her features, and you could've sworn you saw something, a feeling behind her eyes, but you weren't sure what. "I'm ok, I'm ok.." she continued, with glossy eyes.

You both stayed quiet for a moment. Cruella's hands not leaving your face, her thumbs stroking gently and carefully both your cheeks as you tried to recompose yourself, taking deep breathes, both staring into each other's eyes. It felt good, to be this close to her again. But a question still tormented your mind, did she fancy you? Like you did her? Highly unlikely. But what about what Artie had said? He was just trying to cheer you up, be a good friend. Would it be wise to confess your feelings right now? No, you thought, that would not be wise. After all, you still didn't know what had transpired, and right now the most important thing was to help Cruella out, there were more important things at stake. Your feelings would have to wait, at least just for a little while longer.

Cruella cleared her throat after a few minutes, making you blink away your thoughts. Her hands left your face and she let out a deep breath, taking her beret off her head and setting it down on the counter. You stood for a moment longer where the both of you had been standing, a shade of crimson filled your cheeks, as you cleared your throat as well.

"What happened then? For the warehouse to be burned to flames?" You finally asked.

"It's a bit of a long story, darling." She answered, hands in her pockets, as she stared at you.

"I think we have time." You affirmed, going over to the front window display and turning the -open- side of the sign to the -closed- side. "Would you like some tea?" You asked moving to go to grab the box that earlier you had been carrying and looked expectantly at Cruella who with a smile just nodded and followed you to the back.

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

A/n - Hello everyone, hope you're all well! So I'm back on track, exams are all done. Initially, this chapter was supposed to be longer but I decided to split it into two. Chapter ten, which am currently writing at the moment, is probably going to come out later this week, so stay tuned. Once again I appreciate your support and love to read your reactions to the chapters do be free to comment! Love you and stay safe <3

Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

Word count - 1.5k

Warnings - none

Today was the day. After a lot of hard work, and lack of sleep, at least on your part, the day to what you all had been working for had finally arrived. Cruella was being a little bit bossier than usual, but you weren't blaming her for that, she was probably a little bit nervous, even though she would admit it to anyone. Overall, everyone was ecstatic and just waiting for the time to arrive. Everything seemed to be in order, at least everything you had been responsible for to which you had already checked four to five times today. It was already midafternoon, you had spent the day with Horace and Jasper helping them with anything they needed, you also found out that Jasper was going to play the guitar, something you didn't even know he could do, and were curious to see. You were also really happy to find out that Artie was going to be the vocalist of the fashion show, he was enthusiastic to finally be able to spill all the beans to you since he had been keeping it a surprise for days.

You felt good that day, you had a feeling you hadn't felt in a long time, and by seeing everyone all gathered around without being preoccupied with any work you had to do since everything was already done, it felt familiar in a way, you were glad as you sat there, goofing around with your friends, you could get used to this, the familiarity and easiness that these people radiated, you were all like a happy little family, and it warmed your heart. It felt good. But all good things tend to pass quickly.

The time of the fashion show was nearing, and you had to admit you were starting to feel a little bit nervous as only now you realized that what you were about to do wasn't necessarily legal. You tried your best to forget the feeling that had settled in the pit of your stomach and focused on helping around. You were already in your outfit but had a black cloak covering it up as many of your coworkers had on as well at the moment, this was due so you wouldn't attract any attention when you went on your way to ruin the Baroness Spring Collection Event.

When the time to leave the warehouse finally arrived, it was already getting dark outside on the streets of London. You helped Jasper carry one of the sound amplifiers so that he didn't have to carry them by himself, as you had all agreed it was best to walk in pairs and taking different routes as to not attract, once again, a lot of attention.

You and Jasper walked in comfortable silence, both pent up in your own thoughts. Your mind had passed through a lot of places on your little walk, from what could happen if the cops caught you, to the thrill of the performance and then to the look of concern that had been gracing Jaspers face all day long. You assumed that perhaps he was just as nervous as you were in case you were caught by the police and go to prison and all the like. You shrugged and then you noticed you had already arrived at the spot where the show was going to be performed, right in front of the House of Baroness building. From then on everything passed quickly. Everyone started rushing around, as soon as we noticed that there were none of the Baroness's guests outside. You didn't see Cruella anywhere. But yet again, she was probably getting ready for the show, after all, it was her moment.

You were helping Horace link the cables together and setting the equipment, even though you didn't have a lot of experience in the field he had taught you the basic knowledge of what you needed to do. As you were finished you noticed Jasper set up his guitar equipment, the frown from earlier still present on his face. You were about to approach him and ask what had been bothering him all day long when you felt a hand on your wrist. You turned around at that and were surprised to find Cruella. She still had her own cloak on as well, so you weren't able to check out her outfit, but regardless she already looked stunning, and if we're tossing labels around, she looked like a complete goddess.

"Come on, darling, take that cloak off, I want to see how you look." Cruella said enthusiastically. This was kind of new, this energetic side of Cruella that was almost never shown to you, at least. You liked it. You liked that you both have been able to move past differences and start to get along, and the process of this "friendship" was developing.

"I suppose it's about time to take this cloak off, with all the running around I was starting to feel pretty hot with this thing on." You said casually as if you were talking to Artie, or even Jasper or Horace. You felt more confident around Cruella after your little chat about the Baroness and all of the ones that followed, you liked being able to talk to her more freely, without being somewhat afraid that she would lash out at any moment, of course, you were still measuring your words and your thoughts before you said something embarrassing.

You took off your black silk cloak and the cold London night breeze caressed your warm skin in a pleasant way. You sighed as you folded your cloak. You took a look towards Cruella who stared at you with a huge grin and a visible glint in her eyes.

"Oh darling, you look absolutely stunning in it!" She clapped her hands together and you felt your face flush as her eyes were traveling your form from top to bottom.

"Uhh.. thanks." You said shyly. You weren't used to being the center of attention and weren't certainly complimented often, so you were a little bit out of your zone, of course, Cruella's stare didn't help at all, even though you liked it.

"You’re welcome, darling." She said smiling widely, and her smile took your breath away. What you weren't expecting was for Cruella to reach forward and grab the lapels of your lookalike blazer and pull you towards her, while saying "It really does look good." She then started to straighten and fixing any wrinkles the costume had. Her wands traveled from your chest to your shoulders and you started to feel your skin prickle under her touch. Cruella was focused on her task, that was, of keeping everything up to perfection, even the smallest of details and you understood it, but right now her closeness and her wondering hands on you couldn't make you think straight even if you really tried to.

"Well... Uhm.. you made it so, obviously, it looks good." You said after clearing your throat as if to stop your initial stuttering, which didn't really help, you were lucky Cruella was so focused on the task at hand that she didn't seem to have noticed it.

"That's also true, yes." She chuckled, there she was praising her own brilliancy, you chuckled as well, she then straightened up her posture and looked directly at you, her hands coming back to your lapels, "But thinking of you as my model also contributed." She then let her hands travel down to the hem of your blazer and gave it a tug, letting go right after, her arms falling to her sides.

You were sure that at that moment your face was scarlet, your breathing rapid and if someone saw you they would probably think you had a fever of how hot your skin would feel, but no, it was all thanks to the mesmerizing woman in front of you, that with the obviously work-related closeness had made you flush and made you have unladylike dreams at night.

You weren't sure how to respond and as you were about to open your mouth to blurt something out, you heard Artie yell something and Cruella glance back towards the now build-up stage, and then back towards you.

"Well then darling, are you ready?" She said with a laugh, her excitement was palpable, and that made you smile.

"Wait, won't I be able to at least take a look at your outfit?" You asked, curious about what was under her cloak since you hadn't seen any sketches of her outfit anywhere while you were working at the warehouse.

She smirked and lifted her brows at you while saying "So eager, darling." She chuckled darkly as she reached out for your hand to which you took in yours and she pulled you forward and continued "But I'm afraid you're going to have to wait and see like everybody else. Let's go now, it's time to show these people art." She booped your nose and laughed while dragging you with her towards the stage. And that was the moment when you realized you were in love with that woman.

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

A/n - Hello everyone, I'm sorry for not updating, but is just that I have yet another exam on Friday, and I have so many things on my mind that I couldn't think of anything to write. But I found some time today and with an idea a friend of mine gave me, I wrote this chapter, and I think I'm already back on track. I just want to thank you all for the birthday wishes and for the feedback you all give me through the chapters. Hope you are all ok! <3

Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

Word count - 1.6k

Warnings - none

If you're being honest your thoughts were running around in your head like crazy. You were trying to think of what you could've possibly done wrong for Cruella to have "asked" you to go upstairs. Have you stitched something wrong? Did you spill anything on top of any outfit? Did you misplace the decorations for tomorrow's fashion show?

You couldn't really come up with anything as to why Cruella seemed so cold towards you. She looked well and treated you quite nicely in the morning, so you thought that perhaps something had happened at the House of Baroness that day. Then you thought back to some minutes later when you spoke to Jasper, and where he told you that they had already had, yet, another disagreement.

Maybe she just wanted to talk to someone, and get something off her chest, yes, that's probably what this was about. Some sort of girl talk of some kind. It was a logical explanation for why she lashed out on Jasper, even though you weren't sure what about, perhaps she just wanted to talk to you because you were the only woman around at that time of night, not that you had ever seen Cruella have a conversation with any of your female coworkers.

You were at this moment in the elevator to meet with Cruella. You had got on it with both Artie, Jasper, and Horace, who agreed and didn't mind helping Artie carry everything that was needed back to his shop because you weren't going to be able to since Cruella seemed very precise that she wanted to speak to you. As you watched the guys leave once you all reached the lower level, you started to get nervous. You closed the pantographic door of the elevator and your mind went again to all of the different scenarios of what and why Cruella needed to talk to you.

As you reached the floor Cruella lived with Horace and Jasper, you looked down and saw that you were picking at your nails, a habit that you found you hadn't experienced in a while. Bringing back the memories of the days you used to work at Liberty, not-so-good memories to be relieving right now.

You opened the pantographic door and stepped out of the elevator. Your eyes went straight to Cruella's form, who was sitting at a table sketching something on her sketchbook. She obviously heard you walking in, but didn't exactly look up at you even when you were standing right in front of the table she was working at. You looked around, you never got the chance to see this compound of the building. You had been up here, but it had been so fast that you didn't even get the chance to explore and look around, something you wouldn't do now, since Cruella was right in front of you, so you just stuck up with observing the place.

You found it quite cozy for an abandoned warehouse. It wasn't any luxurious hotel but it had everything they could possibly need to live, it looked comfortable and warm. You withdrew from your thoughts when Cruella finally spoke up.

"Seat." She said, nodding towards the chair opposite from her.

You moved slowly as to not make any sort of noise that could maybe piss her off, you really didn't want to run over thin ice here. As you were finally seated, you let your gaze fall, yet again, onto Cruella's form. Her foot was now propped up on her chair as she rested her sketchbook on her knee while continuing to draw, whatever she was drawing.

"Y/n, darling, we need to get some things straight." Cruella said. The tone of her voice was difficult to understand, she didn't even spare you a glance as she continued to doodle.

"What about?" You asked, slightly confused and nervous. Have you done something wrong? You thought the both of you had moved past your differences and were now able to work along with each other.

"You want to be successful, yes?" She asked. You nodded. Where the hell was this coming from? You were getting even more confused by the second. It didn't actually help that she still wasn't looking at you.

"Good." She said. "So we agree, then." She finally looked up at you with a sided smile.

You stared at her dumbfounded. You seriously didn't have any clue of what you had agreed to. If you're being real, you didn't even understand what she was talking about. You considered and thought of yourself to have the capacity to understand things that were difficult to others, but at this moment you felt really dumb.

"Agree on what exactly?" You asked.

Cruella looked at you for a moment. "That in order to succeed we can't care about anybody but ourselves." She said as if she had made her point clear by her previous statement.

You stared at her, and you were pretty sure your face was a mix of confusion and thoughtfulness. Where was she trying to get at? You didn't agree with that statement at all!

Upon seeing the look that was splattered across your face, and your lack of response, Cruella decided to continue. "Therefore, what I'm trying to tell you, is that I'm forbidding any kind of romantic relationship between coworkers."

Your frown aggravated intensely. You were starting to get a little bit tired of being the only one that had no clue what was going on. You found yourself to be so shocked that you didn't even know what to say. You weren't even sure why she was telling you this, since you weren't in any type of relationship, romantic or not, with any coworker of yours.

Cruella placed her pencil and sketchbook down on the table, and leaned in on her elbows, her face more serious than ever. So this really wasn't any sort of joke, you presumed.

"Ok..?" You question-answered. Still trying to understand why she would call you up here just to tell you that.

"Well then, we're cleared, goodnight darling." She said as she turned once again her attention to her sketchbook.

"Wait," she glanced up at you. "Was this why you called me up here?" You asked in disbelief.

"Yes, darling. Is there any other thing we should discuss?" Cruella asked you, one eyebrow arched, frown deepening.

"No, not that I know of, no." You answered. Was she being serious? She could've said something tomorrow when she told everyone else. Why would she go through the trouble of announcing the same thing twice? This was highly unlikely of her since she doesn't like to repeat herself.

"Good then." That was all she said as she ignored you once more, and continued her work.

"Yeah..." With that, you got up and started to walk towards the elevator to leave, since Cruella had made it pretty clear that she had told you everything she wanted. But something inside of you made you stop, and when you came to your senses you were already walking back to the table. "I'm sorry, it's just that I'm confused." You said, fidgeting.

"Confused? What about, darling?" She asked not bothering to look up at you.

"Of why this couldn't wait till tomorrow when you'll tell the rest of the crew." You answered, hands coming to the back of the chair you had been sitting on not so long ago.

"Oh, that's because I'm not gonna tell them, darling." She stated as if it was obvious.

"Your not?" You asked and she shook her head no.

"Why not?" You asked yet again.

"Because your the only one, in particular, that has been spending a lot of time with one of your coworkers." She simply stated.

"Me?" You asked. Who was she talking about? The only person you got to hang around with lately has been Jasper, and she couldn't possibly mean him.

"Is there any other y/n that is helping me that I don't know about? Please, darling, do keep up." Cruella said, sarcasm and annoyance dripping from her voice, her eyes never leaving yours.

You decided that it was best to ignore her statement and continued. "Are you referring to Jasper?" And without giving her a chance to respond your blurted out, slightly amused, and with a grin plastered across your face, "Are you jealous?"

Cruella's face was filled with disgust, her eyes wide, and if you were honest, you found it quite funny. "Jealous? Me? Darling, you must've hit your head very hard somewhere if you think that I am jealous, and of Jasper by all means." She scoffed looking at you.

Once again, you continued. "Why wouldn't you be jealous? He's a good-looking fella, nice and honest, some would consider him to be the dream."

"Jasper is not really my type." That was the only thing she said.

By pure instinct, you asked. "Oh yeah? So what's your type?" You cursed yourself mentally, but now there was nothing you could do, you had already blurted out the question.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She challenged giving you a side smirk tilting her head slightly to the left. And for all intents and purposes, you would like to know indeed.

You flushed from the way she was looking at you and for being caught so off guard, therefore you decided that this time it was finally time to leave. "Well, either way, you don't have to worry, as I told you before, Jasper and I are just friends, and even if he wanted to be something more I would've stopped him right away." You admitted to her while starting to walk towards the elevator.

"Why?" Cruella asked curiously.

You stopped in your tracks and looked back at her over your shoulder. "Because I would probably break his heart." You simply stated and left. Leaving a very thoughtful Cruella behind.

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

A/n - Hello guys, I’m sorry it took so long for me to update, but I’ve been working on the chapters ahead because I had a few ideas, and I’ve been writing Cruella’s POVs to add as extras to the story. From now on, I’m going to stick to the original update days, Mondays and Wednesdays, as I did at the beginning. Hope you enjoy this chapter, and I that everything is ok, keep safe, love u <3

Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

Word count - 1.9k

Warnings - none

As soon as all the guests came out running from inside the House of Baroness, the plan had been put into action, the show had finally begun. Everything was happening so fast, the loud music filling the streets of London, the interested eyes set on all the incredible outfits designed by Cruella. You were sweating, putting so much effort into making the show worth it, and you were glad that the public seemed to be enjoying it. Artie's voice filled your ears as he sang the lyrics to the song "I wanna be your dog" by The Stooges. Jasper played the guitar a few feet away from you, the frown from earlier still deep in his features. Up in one of the windows of the House of Baroness building, stood no other than the Baroness herself, looking down at the show. You had yet to see Cruellas outfit, the time was nearing and you didn't know what to expect of it, but still were sure it would be fantastic, and quoting Cruellas earlier words, yes you were eager, how could you not be?

And a second later as she appeared and the crowd cheered, it was then, that the world seemed to go in slow motion for you. Artie's voice, as the music that filled the place, became muffled and seemed to be miles away. The whole world stopped for a second as she appeared with a coat of what resembled Dalmatian fur. Although it wasn't real, was it? Probably not, Cruella would never do anything of the sort, you were sure of it.

You were surprised. Of everything she could've come up with you surely wouldn't be able to think of that. Sure, she looked stunning in it, as she did in everything she wore, always. Seeing her smile the way she was tonight made your heart combust with happiness and warmth, you have never seen her so happy before. She was living her dream while getting her revenge. The Baroness was being out staged by her in every single way possible. You were happy for Cruella as well, you couldn't be happier, this was her world, she wanted to make art and she had finally done it, everyone wanted to be like her. She had inspired people.

As you come to your senses, the sound of the loud music coming back to you entirely, quickly batting your eyes and trying to refocus on everything, as the sounds of sirens were heard and the flashing lights of the police cars approached and everyone started to run away. You shook your head and tried to focus, the adrenaline quickly kicking in. You were still a little dazed, sweat dripping from your forehead, hot to the touch. You looked to your right and you saw Jasper and Horace picking up the sound amplifiers and walk away at a fast pace down the street. It was at that exact moment you felt someone grab your shoulder and hollowing you down of the stage and onto the streets. You, startled, looked up and saw that it was Artie, you linked your arm in his as he continued to guide you straight ahead quickly. You barely had time to think, but still glanced back towards the stage and saw Cruella standing on top of the stage glancing up towards the baroness and then at the scene, her signature smirk gracing her features as she started to walk away as well.

When you realized you had already arrived at 2nd Time Around. You and Artie, as well as some of your coworkers who had come with you while running away, went to the back of the shop and sat down on some of the couches that filled the room. Your adrenaline started to die down, your skin felt cooler now, probably because of the slight breeze from outside. Artie sat on a chair on your left, and let out a sigh while smiling.

You looked at him and gave him a smile too. Everything had gone well, within possible, the show was a success, and not being arrested was a plus. Everyone in the room was exhausted but trilled and buzzing from all the running around. Artie had brought a bottle of champagne with him to celebrate, and it was at that moment you remembered Cruella and the boys. You saw them all getting away, but did they really? No, everything was alright. You were just being paranoid, they're probably celebrating as well. Cruella must be buzzing with happiness, you smiled as soon as you thought of her.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Artie, who, as he pored you a glass said, "I was hoping we would celebrate it all together, hence buying the bottles of champagne." he tilted his head towards the other champagne bottles in the corner. "Perhaps tomorrow when we go to the warehouse."

You took the glass from him, muttering a 'thanks' while giving a small smile. "Well, I was thinking of going there in a bit to see them. I bet Cruella is buzzing." You said chuckling, and then sipping your champagne.

"Oh, I know she is." Artie laughed "Go on then, lovebird, go and celebrate with her, perhaps you'll finally be able to confess your feelings." Artie said a smug grin on his face.

Your mouth drooped. Was it that obvious? Looking away you decided to pretend you didn't know what Artie was talking about. "I have no clue of what you're talking about." You said sipping your champagne, busying yourself, looking everywhere but at him.

"Yeah, actually I think you do." Artie said. "If you want to pretend you don't it's fine by me. " You finally met his gaze, and he gave you an honest smile. "But if you want to know my opinion," you looked at him expectantly, chewing on your bottom lip. "I think she fancies you too." You flushed at that and god, how you wished that were true.

After bidding Artie and everyone else goodbye, you grabbed one of the other champagne bottles Artie had bought and started your route to the warehouse. You were nervous, to say the least, the wind lightly gracing your hair, you still wore the piece from the show, black boots hitting the stone floor of the sidewalk. Your plan was to get to the warehouse and let things flow. The most important thing tonight was Cruella's happiness, you didn't want to ruin her day and bother her with your feelings. The words Artie had said to you before you left were still wandering around in your head though. Does Cruella really fancy you? Or was that just Arties's attempt to make you feel better? There were too many questions unanswered and that made you very uneasy.

The sound of an ambulance siren was heard down the street, and you turned to look as it passed you rapidly, making you freeze as the sudden cold wind made by its velocity caused. You watched it go and thought nothing of it. You continued on your walk, not wanting to waste a lot of time and catch Jasper and Horace already asleep without at least one toast.

As you were nearing the warehouse, sounds of people talking, lights of what looked like police cars, ambulances, and firefighters lighted the whole street. You quickened your pace, becoming more worried by the minute.

Your heart stopped the second you saw the warehouse burned with flames, firefighters trying to put out the fire. And for you, the only thing that mattered at that moment was to look for Cruella. Was she alright? Were Jasper and Horace alright as well? What had happened?

You started to look around the crowd of people that had gathered around the scene, passing and excusing everyone you were bumping with as best as you could, as you tried to catch sight of any of them. Finally, you caught sight of Jasper, and quickening your pace to a slight run, you pushed through the lots of people, this time forgetting the apologies, you just needed to know if they were all alright, you needed to know if Cruella was alright. You needed to know what the hell had happened.

"Jasper!" You yelled and hopped that overall the noise he would be able to hear you.

Jasper turned his head at the sound of his name being called. He had this unreadable look on his face. He turned now, completely to face you. Realizing it was really you, Jasper began to walk in your direction but was soon stopped by a police officer. As you approached him, eyes wide with despair and confusion, you were as well as he was before, stopped in your tracks by a police officer pulling you back, telling you to stay back. You tried your best to free yourself from their grip, but you were unsuccessful, and when you looked up again to see Jasper, it was then that you saw him and Horace being hollowed in on one of the police cars. Not knowing what was going on was making you more frustrated by the minute.

You stopped struggling to get free of the officers' grip and backed away, clutching the champagne bottle to your chest as you tried to assimilate and decipher what was going on, still looking around for Cruella, she wasn't with Horace and Jasper, so she had to be there somewhere. As you reached a not do crowded spot, you took a big deep breath and exhaled to try and think of what to do next, it was then, that from your right, you heard one of the many journalists on the scene, who were broadcasting the news to their respective tv channels, say the following.

"Cruella, best know for upstaging the Baroness in the fashion world has died tonight."

For the second time that day, your world stopped. This time for an incredible different reason. It became silent. The champagne bottle you were holding, fell to the floor, the faint sound as it reached the hard street concrete, breaking it into pieces. Your arms fell to your sides, you felt like your body would give out at any given moment. You glanced up, towards the still in flames building and then looked down to the broken bottle and its pieces that laid now on the pavement, said bootle to which you had planned for you all to drink to. To celebrate.

You don't remember why, or how you found the strength to do it, but you started running. Running fearlessly, not stopping. The cold wind from the pitch-black night sky hit your face and made you shiver as it hit the tears that you didn't even know were falling, but that didn't stop you. You entered 2nd Time Around furiously, startling Artie as he, who was standing in the middle of his shop listening to the radio news, turned around to look at you. It was then that you knew that it was all real. You hadn't been dreaming, you hadn't fallen asleep after the show and imagined it all. It was true. She was really dead.

Artie came up to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly. You felt crushed, your body was limb, you didn't know what to do, you didn't know what to think, your mind went blank. Cruella had died and you didn't get the chance to tell her how you actually feel.

Artie's radio, which was still on, was the only sound filling the place as you silently cried in your best friend's embrace.

"Cruella, a shining star in London's fashion scenery, has tragically died tonight in a warehouse fire."

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Cold Souls - Cruella x fem!reader

A/n - Heyy everyone, I’m back! Sorry for not updating on Friday, but after my exam, I just wanted to take a rest from university, and it felt really good, I came up with an idea for a future chapter, and Im really excited! Thank you so much for your support and for all the positive energies you sent me for my exam! Keep giving me feedback, because your comments crack me up every time!

Pairing - Cruella x female!reader

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You were sitting at the table where you worked every day for the last couple of days. You weren't really sure what this would entail, you followed Cruella to the elevator without knowing what would happen after, but to be honest, you weren't that concerned about it, actually, you found some form of comfort in it.

Cruella had gone upstairs to make tea and said, to be more precise, demanded, that you stayed put until she came back. You did as you were told, not really wanting to get on Cruella's bad side once again. You figured that she wanted to talk to you and tell you the whole story because if she wanted to threaten you to not tell anyone else what you now knew, you figured that she would've done it the moment you opened your mouth downstairs.

You heard the pantographic door of the elevator closing and you started to feel a little nervous. The elevator came to a stop and out came Cruella. One thing you loved about your little work spot, was the fact that you had a good angle vision for both the elevator and Cruella's workplace, so you were always able to see where she was. Obviously, at first, you just wanted to keep an eye on her to be able to see in what mood she was in from day to day. But now you found that you couldn't help but observe her every day, even if it was only once or twice each time. You didn't know why but it already was part of your routine.

Cruella walked towards where you were sat and placed the teacups on the table, gently to not make a lot of noise since Horace and Jasper were probably already asleep. You muttered a quiet "thank you" as she sat down on the chair on your left.

You weren't sure what to say, not even sure if you were the one that was going to speak up first. You grabbed your teacup with both hands, in an attempt to warm them. It was pretty dark outside already, you weren't really sure what time it was, but you weren't really concerned with that at the moment, the only thing you needed was for Cruella to say something.

"For years, I blamed myself for the death of my mother," Cruella said quietly, you glanced towards her, to make sure she was really speaking to you and you weren't making anything up in your mind, but she was staring intently at the table as if she was living it all again. "I thought that she had died because of me, and ever since then, I've been trying to be the person that she wanted me to be.." she then looked towards you, and you nodded your head, as in silently saying for her to continue. ".. sweet Estella, for that matter."

"Since I was a kid I've dreamed of being a fashion designer, and after a long time, it looked like the dream was coming true." she said emotion dripping from her words "Working for the baroness, one of the biggest names in the fashion industry, I was so excited." She scoffed, looking down at her hands that rested on top of the table.

"So you worked for the baroness? How did I not know that?" You said incredulous, she had worked for the woman who killed her mother, that was really messed up.

"I still work for her, darling." She stated, fidgeting as she glanced at you, while you stared back at her wide-eyed. "I discovered that she had my mother's necklace, the one I had with myself the night she died, I remember that I've must have dropped it while I was running away that night, and perhaps she found it... but she told me that an employee once stole it, which is not true, my mom was not a thief." Cruella said, her last words deemed with rage as the thought of the baroness calling her mother a thief. You saw now that there was a lot about Cruella that you had let it slide right past you. And the only thought on your mind was that she really was brilliant.

"I tried to get it back, the necklace, but the plan went sideways.." Cruella said. ".. I took the necklace and the plan was almost back on track, but then when she called her dogs on after buddy, I remembered hearing that exact same sound the night my mother died.."

You sat there, looking at Cruella, she didn't even seem herself. You wanted to comfort her but you weren't really sure how to do that, or most importantly, how she would react. You were cursing yourself in your own head to stop and show her that you would help her take down the baroness, help her with anything she needs, tell her that you'll be there for her. But as much as you wanted you still didn't find the courage to do it.

"It felt like it was happening all over again." She said glancing once again at you, her eyes were like two crystals, unshed tears that she was holding to her herself, you thought. And that's what broke you. You reached for her hand and hold it tightly, not sure how she would take this but you really didn't give a fuck about it anymore.

Cruella kept looking at you, and you were starting to become nervous. You gave her hand a squeeze as if to show her it was ok for her to be sad and cry in front of you, which it was, you would never think lesser than her, she would still remain the intimidating, brilliant and powerful woman she was, no matter what.

You gave her a small smile as she looked at you, and that was when the inevitable happened. Your body was moving on its own, you felt as if you weren't in control of it anymore. You leaned forward and hugged her.

You felt Cruella tense up at this and thought that you had messed up and perhaps this was too much for her. So you started drawing back from it, the word "sorry" was already out of your lips when Cruella hugged you back, forcefully. Her arms wrapped around your neck as her chin came to fall on your shoulder. Now you were the one to be surprised, once again, but this time you were relieved.

"You apologize far too many times, darling." She said and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You had to admit that this felt really nice.

"Sorry." You said, cringing instantly as you came to the realization you apologized once again.

She let out a low chuckle and drew back from the hug. You did that as well, as this position wasn't in fact one that was considered comfortable. You were both still sitting and you weren't really sure what to do now.

"I should go." You said, Cruella looked at you and nodded. "It's getting pretty late and tomorrow we have to get everything wrapped up for the fashion show." You said standing up, Cruella got up as well. You grabbed your purse and the both of you started towards the elevator. You got in and wished Cruella a rest of a good night.

You weren't sure if it was your mind trying to play tricks on you or not, but you think Cruella looked kind of sad that you had to leave. It was probably your imagination, the lack of sleep from the night before was getting to you.

You closed the pantographic door of the elevator, with Cruella still looking at you. You smiled at her as she said "Goodnight, darling." Leaving you with butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

This day ended up, ending a lot more different than it was expected, in a good way. You were excited to see how things would enroll after this.

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