#disney villan x reader

[pastelpousay]

Disney Villans reaction to reader calling them little omega 💀

A/N:just so we’re all clear..this shit is clearly a joke I just thought this was funny all of this is a joke even the warnings

Warnings: fluff, some cursing..(sorry pook I’m a bit of a sailor)mentions of tough alpha zaddy, mentions of super submissive omega uwu senpapi

Jafar:

Was like actually shocked…

What tf did you just say??

“Excuse me..??”

Little Omega

Bitch wtf

Then when you repeat yourself…

He’s bewildered

“I know for a fact you didn’t just call me that”

HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE HELL OMEGA MEANS

Im pretty sure once he does find out what that means

He’s never gonna look at you the same again

Especially with the given context and the voice you said it in

He just sort of side eyes you now

Okay but on a real note is actually wondering what the hell is wrong with you…

“It’s okay little omega” bitch what????

He just stands there in shock, trying not to cringe

Is still wondering what’s wrong with you

That was so random and it came out of no where he knows your joking and all but like…

That was unnecessary and unneeded 😐

And if you ever call him that in public….

He’s currently fighting the urge to actually kill you

What tf is wrong with you

He doesn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea about either on of you

So don’t call him that in public…or at all actually 😃

Like he knows your joking but also…be normal

“My dear…do you have to joke around like this?? It’s a bit odd my love..”

“It’s okay if you can’t handle these big alpha jokes little omega, you’ll get used to them soon”

“In what world are you the quote on quote “alpha””

“This one”

Every time you call him that be prepared to have a full blown conversation about who would be the alpha

And jafar is dead set on taking that alpha spot 💀

Hades(my man 😍):

He just gave you this super unamused look

He gets the joke, and the reference but he’s actually done with you….

How he gets the reference we’ll never know 🤷🏾‍♀️

Sometimes if he’s feeling playful he’ll play along but that’s in private…..but never do this bs in public

Or infront of pain and panic

He’d actually just end all three of you right then and there

“Hey little omega how was work??”

“…….okay you need to stop, babe..it’s getting out of hand”

“What’re you talking about, are you forgetting I’m the alpha wolf here little one???”

“….—_— get away from me..”

No but like he’s actually done with you

Why

he gets the joke but like….

Like I said before he does play along with you so remember if he gets on your ass about it remember to take note of what he says when he does play along

“Hey there my little omaga…how are you today”

“Good my big strong alpha wolf”

“…….screenshotted!!-“

“Wait what…wtf is a screenshot??”

IM THE ALPHA IM THE LEADER IM THE ONE TO TRUST

And also just like jafar, he likes to fight over which role he is

“I told you before little pup, you aren’t ready to be an alpha”

“Do I look little to you….”

yea, he also sometimes does genuinely wonder if you’re joking are not..

How would he know he’s not a mind reader

It’s like a 30-40 % chance…

He often just brushes the topic aside

I mean it’s weird yes but it’s not like he’ll love you any less

Pain and panic have definitely overheard some of those conversations

Don’t tell hades 💗

Gaston:

His reaction to that information:

No like literally he would make this exact face 💀

He didn’t get the reference or that it was even a joke in the first place

What does ‘omega’ even mean???

I’m pretty sure he’d be the only one to never question you about it and just rolling with it for the hell of it 😭😭💀

He secretly wonders if your joking or not

He sure is hoping so..

He won’t play along with you either he’ll just kinda look at you funny

Or he’ll roll his eyes and or chuckle a bit

Not even knowing what that even is

He secretly questions why he likes you

What drove him to like Such a…

Freak…

Lightheartedly of course 😙

He will still question if there’s something wrong with you

He just now registered that it’s a joke but like

Why can’t you be normal…

What was the reason???

He doesn’t understand it

No matter how many times you explain he’s still confused

Your only allowed to do this in public because he doesn’t understand what an ‘omega’ is

Once he does….

Ngl his goofy ass would probably be shellschocked 💀💀 not even upset about it 💀😭

But like…he’s still salty about it

And if you guys ever have a disagreement he’ll definitely bring that up

Like it’s fucking blackmail 😭💀

“I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE HELL THAT IS!!”

“…that’s why I’m the alpha bitch 🐺🤫🧏‍♂️”

Meanwhile he doesn’t even know what blackmail means probably 💀

He’s so fucking goofy bro- i love him sm

Dr. Failicer

I’m gonna be dead honest….

He knew you had to have been joking…there’s no way you just said that and now have the audacity to laugh about it in his face

“….your ass better be joking…”

He said that in more of a warning tone if anything

Like he’d loose his mind if you were actually being serious

Now that he knows you aren’t(for sure)

He can somewhat live in peace (not really)

Still thinks your a mega freak

Lowkey uses this shit as blackmail

He always gives you that look after you say some shit like that

Like it’s either that 100 yard stare or the “Ik you didn’t” ahh look

“Hello baby, my little omega-“

“Tf is wrong with you-“

He gets used to ur bullshit after a while but like and starts to laugh with you about it

But still don’t do this shit in public with him

There will be an argument about it

Everytime you do it now he just smiles and rolls his eyes choosing not respond with to you bs

“Pookie butt omega…why’re ignoring me 🥺🥺🥺”

“…chér…..just……be normal for once please”

Bro is begging 💀

Don’t get me wrong he thinks it’s funny and all but still 😭😭😭

Your lucky he loves you enough to deal with this type of buffoonery

Hook (ft jake and the neverland pirates cuz jake is his son 🤫🧏‍♂️)

Definitely had to do a double take….

The only thing he got out of that was ‘little’

But still wtf💀

“……what’re you on about dear….”he says pinching in between his brows

He doesn’t even know what that means

Nor will he get the reference

Probably ever

And even then he’s still done with you and your bs

Don’t get caught doing this shit when Peter is around either

Or his crew for that matter

If you do it in front of Mr. Smee they’ll be giving each other that look💀💀

“Are they okay??”

“I think the barnacles are starting to get to them”

💀💀💀

Ngl this shit would probably spread to jake so quick it’s not even funny💀💀

“You don’t get it dad your not an alpha wolf like the rest of us 💪🐺” 💀💀💀

By this point he’d actually just turn a blind eye to it

He’s so done with you

First Mr. smee now jake??

Wow

Might as well the rest of the crew huh??

The only person that knows what an alpha is is probably jake and that’s cause you taught him 💀💀

He gets that your joking and all (now at least)

After a while it’s probably just be such a normal occurrence to the point he just gives up

“Hey little omaga, how are you??”

“Good my…..alpha-“ he shudders at the thought of even calling you that but I digress

Still don’t do this infront of the crew 💀💀

You already got jake in on it he doesn’t need his crew knowing about what a freak you are….but hey he loves that freak right?? 😭😭

Just kidding your not a freak

Just a bit of a weirdo

And talking with you definitely doesn’t get old

Frollo (haven’t watched this movie in a while so forgive me if this isn’t accurate)

Your ass is getting crucified idk what to tell you 🧍🏾‍♀️

Jk(not really)

He’d definitely be baffled

He give you this disgusted look then shake his head before walking away

He needs at least an hour long break from you after that 😭💀

He never would have thought you would’ve done something like this

But whatever

He didn’t register it was a joke but while he’s taking his break from you he’d probably figure it out

He still thinks it’s a really weird joke

It doesn’t even make sense😭

He questions you about it later

In the end he still doesn’t get the point of the joke

“How is that funny in any way shape or form”

“It just is”

“It just isn’t”

“But it is”

“But it’s not”

“Shut the fuck up little omega daddy’s always right🤫🧏‍♂️”

Que frollo fainting

You two will usually go back and forth about this topic

After a while he won’t even care to argue about it anymore it just becomes a borderline normal occurrence

Key word borderline

He still thinks it mega weird no matter whether it’s a joke or not

It’s exasperating for him at this point

“Why must you you be this way?”

“It’s funny to see you upset 🥳”

Another one of villans whos done with you shit

Everytime you do it it gives him a migraine

But hey it’s worth it to keep his love entertained right?? 😭

Maleficent

Her actual reaction not even kidding

What’s wrong with you man??

She just looked at you

It wasn’t even worth it to her to respond 💀

Your lucky she didn’t turn you into a rat after that 💀💀

She knows you were joking

The joke just didn’t land

“…….omega…….?? I’m the omega here???”

“…….sorry pookie🧎”

She soon realizes she made a mistake by not checking you behavior

Because you kept at it

Now the only response you get is her face scrunching up in disgust

It’s so funny bro 😭😭

“How’s my little omega kitten today, mally??”

“…….I should have turned you into a salamander when I had the chance 🤦‍♀️”

There’s not really much else

There’s not really anyone else around that can catch you doing it

But if they were to shed actually just kill you both 💀💀

She’s sick of you to say the least

She knows you joking why can’t you be normal or quiet at least

Definitely questioning why she hasn’t killed you yet or why she loves you for that matters

When you do this you might doubt if she does at all but her not turning you into the rat you are should be proof enough 🥳🥳

I would have added the others but I got hella lazy and I had already spent over a week on this so enjoy little omegas of the world 🥳🥳🥳 I might add more later but who knows

I’m never writing again /j

[doobasgirlgg]

Helloo Good morning, Good afternoon or Good evening hehe 😅. May I request Jafar Cuddling headcannons

Jafar is a hard working sorcerer so most likely he will accept your cuddles after a hard day dealing with that dumbass of a sultan and that brat of a daughter jasmine in your shared courters.

Jafar does feel like he needs to be worshipped at times but your not his slave to him your his empress who should be worshipped especially since you’ll give life to his and your future heirs to the throne.

You’ll sometimes be brushing your fingers through his hair (cause where would jay get all that hair from) or you could be feeding him some grapes but usually you guys will lie down on your shared bed and rest awhile after a harsh day.

Sometimes when the sultan and jasmine or anyone really isn’t around the throne room he’ll sneak in with you and he’ll sit you on his lap while you snuggle up with him on the sultans giant throne or his and your future throne and kisses and sweet whispers are shared.

Sorry for keeping it short but at least it’s sweet I hope you like it :)

[twisted-wonderlandunofficialblog]

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[teen--marvel]

Followed! Earthchild97 is mine I don't really post🤣

Idk what reading level? Category?? Whatever they are young adult maybe? Idk but the villan series by serena Valentino are really good and the covers are pretty cool! It's like how the villans became villans! No spice though.

Ohhh yess I agree! I love to just get transported into another world. No because the fanfic thing makes so much sense.

What rewrite was it? Granted I'm an eddie girl. But I did enjoy king of my heart soooo

this has been sitting in my inbox for two months and i freaking feel terrible about it, lol.

like the disney villains? i’ve seen that series quite a bit throughout the years. it the series with the covers being half of the villains faces, right?

i have a stranger things rewrite called always the babysitter over at @harringtonstilinski ! it’s a steve x henderson!reader

[writtenfan]

Welcome to the Party! Why Don't We Ditch it and Go to The Underworld!?

DisneyHades x FemReader

Going to the most poppin’ God & Demi-God Party of the month! With your dad the lord of the sea...turns sizzlin’ as your relentlessly chat up by the Lord of the Underworld...Oh, What.. Will... Happen? (~rrrrrowrrr...)

 (A/N) “I've been watching so much Hercules the Animated Series and I’m in love with this guy's personality I mean really, James Woods takes the cake. Kinda couldn’t help but write this! I mean Disney Villians are loved too am I right?”

You walk in alongside your father and hear a voice call out through the crowd causing eyes to turn to you both as you walked through the door. 

“Arriving, the Lord of The Sea! The go-with-the-flow god, as chill as cool water, as weighty as a wave, Poseidon! Oh? Also his plus one! His beautiful shining sea star, the glistening pearl of the sea (y/n!)”

Your face grows warm at this corny introduction as you enter the beautifully decorated hall, your eyes glance at the golden ribbons wrapping the marble columns and the warm red wool tapestry strung across the walls. Oh, the lighting was perfect!

Three figures briskly walk up to you as your father wraps his arm around yours proudly. “Oh, darling (y/n!)” 

“Uncle Zeus, Aunt Hera!” the two beam at you brightly but your eyes catch the face between them. At the man who was godly (ha) ripped!  his hair as red as his fathers. “Hello cousin,” he says with a smile opening his arms wide “bring it here!” You laugh and jump into his arms as he held you against his chest and lifted you off the ground moving you around. “Herc that’s too tight!” you choke as you pull back and he releases you gently onto your feet. “Heh sorry (y/n). It's just nice to see you!”  “It’s great to see ya too Herc, I've been hearing such great things! It’s been a while.” He rubs the back of his head and smiles “Ah gee (y/n)..” 

Zeus laughs and slams his hand on Hercules back which makes his pop forwards and a small wince appeared on his face.

 “Aw, I told ya that your favorite cousin would be here didn’t I son?!” Hercules's face grew red and he playfully pushed his father’s arm away “Dad…stop…I- I didn’t say such a thing…” You smirk and pop your fist against his shoulder. 

Felt like pure rock.

“Aww shucks ditto Herc.”

Zeus smiled and continued rubbing his sons back. “Its good to see you too brother.” He says placing a hand on his brother's shoulder with a smile. 

“Anyways we got to go talk a bit to Demeter about something…I have to ask her about some troublesome things going on with Gaia you know, global warming and all…” Zeus groans.

“See you later (y/n), catch you on the seaside later bro” he laughs as he begins to guide his family away, but Hercules gives you a quick wave before following suit.

Your father smiles at you and releases his hand from your shoulder. “Go on now…I tend to hover a bit much…” 

“Go introduce yourself to your Demi-cousins and whatnot…I’m sure they’re around…oh and make sure you give your Aunt Aphrodite a hello, she’s been asking for you way too much. Won’t tell me why.”

...

You smile nervously before making your way into the crowd, smiling, small talking for a while before glancing at a tremendous food display against a wall in the back of the room.

You walk over to the hors d’oeuvres table and get yourself a cup of fruity demi-god alcoholic nectar and you sip it as you look around you God and Demi-god watching in peace....

“So…you got tired of the whole bla-bla-bla thing too huh?” 

The voice was so raspy yet smooth and traveled in the air like a weird song. A chill followed by a flash of warmth shivered across your half-mortal body.

You turn to the wall on your left as you down the last of the drink and set the cup on the table. You see the tall blue flamed black-robed, sharp-toothed figure of...Hades the Lord of the Underworld.... “how ya doin’?”, with his arms crossed and a wide smirk plastered on his face. He coughed smoke into his hand and ran that same hand through his flaming blue hair and continued to smile, now with more teeth.

“H-Hades, It’s been a bit...” you stutter.

“Hasn’t it? My little under-the-sea Demi (god)~” Under the sea, he then begins to sing as he dances his finger in the air, finishing the cup he had in his hand and making it poof away in an instant.

“Yes, last time I saw you was briefly at that meeting between you and my father…which ended with you being drenched out of the palace if I remember.”

Hades shrugged and waved his hand in the air, “Yeah yeah...po-po didn’t quite like my porpoise-ition ha-ha...” he chuckles deeply but his laugh had no hint of humor in it.

 He moved off the wall levitating over to you, the black smoke at his feet curling up around your legs once he got close enough, tickling your calves. You watched as the smoke began to travel up your legs wrapping up and up like a snake....you shake them and he coughs trying to gain back your attention on him.

“Or the kind remarks I gave you once I caught you peeping at us ever so cutely through the doorway…told me not to even look at you…sheesh talk about protective huh?”

You feel calm despite him placing an arm behind you resting his hand on the table next to you as he smiled.

“Oh? Kind remarks?” you ask giving him a grin 

“Give me what you got, I’m curious.”

“Haha! Loving it. Well, I only said the obvious.” he looks you up and down which makes your face warm. 

“Which still applies I may add. Absolutely stunning!” He gestures to your face with a wink. “Fiery eyes…luscioussss lips~” 

He places his other hand on your shoulder with a toothy grin that made your shiver. You raise your eyebrow and he automatically backs off and glides in front of you his fingers trailing off your arm to your hand holding it up near his face kissing the back of your hand quickly causing a chill to run down it before letting it go.

“…and the. PERSONALITY?! I mean wow, come on!~” he puts his thumbs up and makes a clicking noise while he checks you out some more.

Your cross your arms and laugh, “Psh, Hades you don’t even know me that well.” You fix your (color) dress and give him a smile that faked how weird you felt, from him being so close to you. The weird part was that it wasn’t exactly bad.

“Come on. Babe! We always get together at these parties, don’t we?” he quickly turns his head and covers the side his mouth 

“Not in the way I would like”.

 You lean back and give him a look as he turns to you with an honest looking grin as if he was an absolute saint and you didn’t hear what he said, but he distracted you by gesturing his hands towards your face in appreciation.

“We gabble. We talk…I try and convince you to come with me to the Underworld for a...” he pinches the air while closing one eye, his flames a flickering blue.

“Quiiiiick little visit…but not too quick heh…”

He pops the collar of his tunic and smirks before sliding to your side closest to the table and picks up some kind of pastry, popping it in his mouth his hand once again wrapping around you while he chewed and made exaggerated noises responding to how good the pastry was.

“I jus-ch wanna hang out (y/n), sweetheart. Lets chat, lets prattle baby! Lets gosssssss-” He gently presses his clawed thumb on the side of your mouth as if wiping away something as he swallowed. He then retracts his hand and cranes your chin up at his face.

“-ssssip babe.”  You noticed that his face was now closer to yours than before. His breath was as smoky as a fire with a hint of…mint? and his hair was as bright and warm as a furnace as you watched it rouse up and travel down his shoulders.

“Wow really trying to sell it aren’t we?” you chuckle, amused by his courtship while also slightly disgusted. 

These emotions kept bouncing back and forth incomprehensibly.

His eyes widen with a smile and he looks around the room occasionally gesturing to himself and you as he talked,

“If it means me, and if you mean me, trying to sell myself to you… as a potential partnerrr~…” his eyes look mischievously at the ceiling then back to you with an enamored look.

“Then yes baby! Snap a price tag on me, honey, put on a little bow and check me out Duh-ING!~ because I’m yourrrrs!...”

 His rr’s rumbling in the back of his throat, his lips moving to your ear. 

“You can even get a discount and a lifetime guarantee for this products..” he gestures to himself. “..heheh… functionality.” His face is now in yours, well not literally, the point of his nose is almost against yours as leans closer to your lips still mocking a lusty beasty cat growl. 

His arm trying its best to fix you in place to the point where you have to push against his chest to prevent his lips from getting any closer. However, as soon as you placed a hand on his chest and felt the smooth fabric of his black toga your focus shifted to your hand, oh but not just that, woah his chest was quite…firm. 

He pulls back and stands at his full height noticing the hesitation in your eyes as he looked down at you staring at his chest. It was just a second too long and his smooth smile turned into a lusty wide-toothed grin and a growling lip bite. His blue flames bursting from the back of his shoulders flickering playfully before lowering. 

He snapped his hand to yours pressing against his chest, his strength quite intimidating, the way he rubbed his thumb against the back of your fingers even more so but in a different way. He wiggled his eyebrows as you craned back, and he leaned forward.

“Like the merchandise hmm? Feel free to unwrap babe.”

“Ha-ha-Haaaadesss my man….”

 A blue glow whipped around you both like a whirlwind startling him, his hand released and you swiftly stepped back and fixed yourself. Trying to keep your own eyes on where the voice came from...and wouldn’t you know...

“Ah COME ON!!!” his hair flared a bright orange,  fists clenching at his side. 

He squints his eyes and pinches his fingers together shaking them,

“Can’t you see I’m Bu-uh-say? YOU WINGED WOP!?”

“Ooo creative with the insults ash for brains…” The god hovered between you both clutching his winged golden staff propping his feet up on an invisible surface smiling slyly at Hades.

“Buuuuut I don’t think Po-sei-don will enjoy you-” he swoops behind you and places a hand on your shoulder pointing to Hades who looks at him through heated eyes.

“Being so close and personal with his “pearl of the sea..””  he air-quotes.

“His little sea star!” he pinches your cheek “His widdle baby-” You elbow Hermes in the chest and he jolts back with a pained look holding his hand against it.

“Ha-ha I get it. Sorry love…” he pats your back reassuringly, his blue glow causing you to squint. He glances back at Hades with a smug look.

“Besides I’m sure as heh- well Hades.” He looks towards you with a grin elbowing your side with a laugh as he dives between you and Hades 

“-that she sure doesn’t want to be hanging out with you!” He twirls his finger around while pointing to Hades who’s flames were now blazing red from his eyebrows to his shoulders. 

“NOw….WAIT a Moment...You LITTle FLUttERY!!-“

“WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, cool it!” You slide ahead of Hermes and hold your hands to both gods with a complexly exhausted look on your face. 

“You.” 

You point to Hades whose hair automatically flickers off completely before igniting with the regular blue flame on his head.

“Simmer down before you have yourself a fun time getting forcibly escorted out of this “Soiree~” Hades pats down on his shoulder checking for flames with a playful sorry look on his face shooting you two-finger guns. “My bad.” escapes his mouth.

You turn to Hermes with a tired look, “It’s alright Hermes, thanks for the swoop check…but I was just chatting with “uncle” Hades.”

You instantly shiver as you recounted the whole related not genetically thing, and you hear Hades do the same but more verbally.

“Ok. Ok. Just so you know my little Demi-Dame…” Hades moves to your side resting his arm on your shoulder.

 “Genetics zip. Not reaaaaly your uncle. That’s a human concept. Gods? Not so much.” Hermes swoops to your other side nodding along in agreement.

“It’s best not to bring that sort of thing up, I mean. Have you heard what Zeus did in his youth?” he starts laughing nervously. 

“Talk about Hera’s wrath, I mean I still ponder how they stuck it out-“ Your eyes widen in anticipation. But he just chuckles nervously as Hades tugs at his own collar uncomfortably, yet still fuming. 

“ -I mean, don’t tell the big man I brought that up, but even your father had some questionable-”

You hold your hand up, step forward and turn towards them getting away from the Gods who just loved touching you, waaaay too much.

“Ah-ah alright I get it, dropping all that. I don’t feel like exploring that anyway. Gods…” You rub your temple “Being a Demi-god is weird sheesh.”

“Alright good now that’s outta the way…” Hades cuts in pulling you towards his chest, back first, you bump into him. 

“Book it wings. Flutter out of this conversation, will you? Like she said. His hands tighten around your shoulder and his thumb caresses the back of your arm out of Hermes sight. He looks down at you with the most fake pure intentioned filled eyes you've seen making you choke back a laugh. 

“Were just talkin’ having a lovely chat. She likes my company unlike you uncultured swine, you unkind and uncaring offering gobblers! Isn’t that right babe?”  

You open your mouth but are once again cut short by the booming shout of a familiar father figure. 

“Ah crap”. The footsteps come closer.

“Po-Po! Gosh, I was just talking with your lovely daughter here…she’s quite swell!” Hades smiles crookedly as he takes his hand from your shoulder and gives your back a few pats.

“Looks just like her mother…uh who was she again?” he laughs passive-aggressively

“None of your business Hades…” The man holds his triton by his side clutching it angrily.

“What have I told you about hanging around my daughter. Especially after I caught you two all buddy buddy near the fountain last festival.

You remember carelessly talking to Hades that one time and laughing at the wildest stories he told along, cringing at his detailed description of decapitation and evisceration at his mercy and intrigued with his absolute ego that shined as he talked about how his own festival would look like, and then your mind remembered once again as he tried to get you down to the Underworld to show you “the many lakes down there, you’ll like that right? I mean the water doesn’t run far from the stream, right? Like father like daughter, aqua-connoisseurs?” you remembered Hades saying.

“Poseidon…my man…she came to me a’ight? You can't stop her from talking to people, she's a grown wo-man!” he dances his shoulder his shoulders eyes wiggle at you and you blush uncontrollably causing you to cover your mouth to prevent a confused smile. He picks up on this and for some reason his sharp-toothed smile quivers and is replaced with a brief dumbfounded and happily astonished look.

Your father looks intently at your face and he growls deeply stepping closer to his brother, moving him away from your side and poking his chest with his finger, his glow increasing in intensity as Hades put his hands up defensively not tearing his eyes from yours.

“I won’t let this happen, despite what Aphrodite just told me! I’ll drown his blossom before it gets a chance to bloom! Your little infatuation with my daughter will end here Hades!”

He looks back at his brother with a pleading face. “In-?” He lowers his hands and places them on his brother's shoulder “In- heh- Infatuation?! Come on ! It’s not like that…” his eyes trail to yours but your father grabs him by the robe with one hand and forces his eyes back to him. You blush again and look in angry confusion at the ground trying to figure out all these torrenting feelings sloshing around inside you.

By this time, practically everyone in the room was staring at this little encounter. You saw Zeus on the other side of the room fuming and heading your way.

“I- heh- I mean bro, that’s absolutely not on the menu, I mean look.” He pats Poseidon’s chest before moving away from his piercing gaze.

“Whatever Aphrodite said, psh. Just because she’s the god of L-oooove” he mocks sticking out his tongue.

“Doesn’t mean she’s some kind of prophet capisce? She senses nothing, the only feelings I have towards your daughter…”

Poseidon’s face grows in a wave of crazed anger.

 “Is nothing! I got nothing. See? Just chatting with the gal, I mean, can’t we have a little friendly gab?

Your father lets out a huff, “You know that’s not the case Hades, I-“

“Brothers! What’s going on?!” “You two are ruining the party vibe!” Zeus voice cracks in the air, quite literally...electrifying really, as he stops before you four, head held high with his arms firmly on his waist.

Hades and Poseidon turn towards Zeus, Poseidon still holding tightly onto Hades robes.

You watch Aphrodite and Hera walk up besides Zeus and catch eyes with Aphrodite who gives you a weird smile making you raise an eyebrow.

“You tell Hades to keep away from my daughter Zeus!” he growls looking over to you with a split second of calmness before turning towards Hades and pulling him closer to him.

“Ack- agh, please! I had this robe specially imported from Agrabah!” He takes your father’s hand and picks it up between two fingers forcing it off him then brushing off himself.

“Besides, your just acting irrational a little hot-headed may I say which is surprising because…” he points to his own head. “That’s kinda my schtick get it?” he laughs darkly.

...

Annnnd That’s the exact moment you realize that you had the “hots” for the Lord of the Underworld..

..and as if on cue you lock eyes with Aphrodite and with a calm smile on her face she walks to your side catching the eyes of everyone in the room as she…as you guessed… places a hand on your shoulder… (why does everyone keep doing that?) Snapping her fingers In the air for the attention she already had. 

“Now come on boys stop this testosterone-fueled…” she scrunches up her face laying her hands flat down in the air, bringing them down

 “hate-fest and just cool it yeah? This is no time for talking through such personal matters out for every god and Demi-god to see isn’t that right Poseidon? Hades?”  

Hades scowls at his brothers especially Poseidon which seldomly never happens, usually, Zeus gets all the scowls for himself.

“Yeah yeah, what she said. Let’s talk mano-y mano” Hades gestures to Poseidon and himself. “But, once we do. I also want (y/n) to join in after we make a few things clear! I think her position….” He glances over to you his eyes as dark and soul-stirring as the Underworld.

 “Would be a great addition to the decision. Right DEAR?”

“Why I oughta…” you hear your father growl as he raises his fist towards his brother.

Zeus clears his throat and gathers back the attention of Poseidon, but Hades just holds his hand up to his face.

“Ok. You’re not apart of this Zeus-y, alright? This is between me and Po-Po.”

Zeus struts to Hades making him back off unwillingly.

 “Like Hades I’m not! I’m the King of the Gods! Any feud between them, I have to be a part of!” he growls walking up to his brothers in this personal little conversation triangle of anger which makes you awkwardly shuffle your feet and refuse to look at anyone in the crowd. 

“Now come on…people need to stop using my name like that!”

 You hear as your attention is guided away as Aphrodite pats your shoulder and you turn towards her, her smile is easy to follow as she leads you away from the confrontation that was growing between the three brothers.

She leads you into the crowd and past it near the stage and into a door next to it full typical band equipment and costumes. This room was dimly lighted by candles, and a circle of red mini couches faced each other towards the middle. You both locked eyes with the band members as awkwardly held their music silently staring you both before Aphrodite gestured for them to get out which they did quickly.

She walks in as the others walk out and turns towards you gesturing to a chair “Sit honey, we’ve got to talk…” her voice so smooth and alluring you felt like you were in a trance.

You sit down on the chair and play around with your hair, feeling quite intimidated by her looks.

She surprisingly comes and sits on the arm of the chair your sitting on and stops your hand from fidgeting fixing the hair you just messed with.

“…. It seems you’ve got yourself...the most surprising crush in the universe huh?”

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Prince Hans x Servant/Maid!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Hans likes to purposely trash his bedroom so you have to clean it and cant leave until its done.

Warnings: Sexual tension and smuttiness. Hans being an aristocratic douche.

Looking around the room, boom in one hand and bucket full of hot, soapy water and rags tugging down the other arm, you can just think... that utter bastard.

Prince Hans' bedroom is a total pigsty, which is not out of character for him as he likes to make life hard for you in a multitude of different ways, including this one, but still very much frustrates you- every time. There are socks and cravats tangled up in his bedsheets, which are all kicked down to the bottom of the mattress, a quick headcount tells you that there are well over 15 cups and plates littered about, some of which are on their side of upside down leaving a sticky trail all over the desk and the little tea table and also the ones by his bed, his muddy boots are strewn all over the ground leaving muddy tracks that probably contain cow shit, too, and hay from the stables as well, and to top it all off he piled the fireplace far too high with wood and now ash is all over the floor for feet in front of its bounds.

For a good moment you don't dare move, you just stand there glaring at the room, wondering how bad selling yourself to a brothel could really be compared to this cruel and unusual torture, clenching your hands so tight they almost make a noise. This smug fuck- No, I don't care that he's a prince-

As if rubbing salt into the wound, said smug fuck prances past you and to the only neat spot in the bedroom - the window seat, - , picks up a book, a quill, and map and gets comfortable. Smirking, he dips the quill carefully for a good moment into the ink pot he has already left on the windowsill beside him, not looking at you though you know his entire attention is on you; Causing frustrated, disgusted shivers to race up your spine as you casually straighten up. "Well, you better get to it Y/N. This place is a wreck."

He says that as if its somehow my fault! Eye twitching, you only just glare murderously at his downturned, flaming red head before going to the complete other side of the room, turning your back on him so as to potentially, hopefully, forget he's there, and frustrated get started.

To begin with, you collect the trays that other servants have brought in his meals on and stack them, before balancing those carefully on one hand and going around picking up the plates, cups, butter dishes and cutlery. You manage to fit most of it safely on there and go for the door to carry it all back to the kitchen to get it out of the way; Prepared to offer your deepest apologies to the kitchen staff that need to wash all this. And Hans is a picky fucking eater, too, so theirs plenty left over that someone will have to soak and scrape off into the garbage. The unfortunate prick.

Just as you're touching your free hand to the door handle though, a scuffle can be heard behind you and you feel Hans walk over close behind you. A hand finds your waist gently and his voice is low when he speaks. "Where do you think you're going?"

To find something for long, and very sharp, to shove up your- "Just to return all this to the kitchens, your highness."

A dark chuckle prickles your bare neck, hair tied up gracefully in order to keep it out of your face while you work and look tidy as you can, for your 'employers'. "No, you're not." What does he mean I'm 'not', yes I am- " Hans leans passed you, front pressing into your back, and pushes open the door that you unlocked. "Lisa!"

Your stomach drops when he calls out her name down the hall, a look of apology and pity already taking hold on your features as the timid maid comes rushing from around a corner, responding to your princes summons. "Y-you called, your highness?" Her eyes are wide and naïve, looking mostly past you to Hans but flickering to you like she cant help it, like she wants to say hello but knows its inappropriate in front of Hans. You flash her a kind smile, even as your stomach fills up with acid at being in this situation. It just feels wrong, handing on work to someone else. You're on the same level, and yet just because Hans has some sick obsession with you, you're forced into inadvertently acting like you're better then her. You realise that maybe she doesn't see it that way, but it feels like it. And it feels disgusting.

"As a matter a fact." Hans says in an almost sickly soft tone in way of admittance, almost acting nice, before taking the heavy trays from you and dropping them a little too hazardously in Lisa's arms. "Here," Eyes widening, you step forward and away from him far enough to help her balance them, telling her to put her hands like this, and keep it close to your chest okay? It'll take the pressure off your wrists.

Lisa's eyes flicker from the trays to you, a thankful light turning on behind them, as she gets them balanced.

Then Hans curls some fingers between the bow tying your apron around your waist and your clothing, and drags you carefully back. You roll your eyes, beyond annoyed by this gesture as heat boils in your chest and lower belly as you fight not to groan. Why did he have to touch you. You shouldn't enjoy it, but you do. It would be a lot easier for you if he would just stop. " -Take those to the kitchen to get cleaned, thanks."

Then, with those arrogant words, the Prince assumedly - since you aren't facing him, - flashes one of his famous, soulless grins, and closes the door in her face before you even have to time to waive. Bye.

Whipping around on him immediately, your eyes flash in anger. "I could've done that."

He shrugs. "I know, but I need you here." Suddenly he comes forward, pressing a hand to the wall by your head and leaning his face in close to yours- a mean, evil smirk on his handsome face. "I prefer you, to be here. You know that."

Desperately then, you wanted to say something. To snap at him. Tell him what you prefer. You even start to, a dangerously disrespectful tone present in your voice. "I prefer... " But choke up. You cant say a ting to him. He likes it too much, and you can tell by the way his lips curl up even more cruelly then before, when you uttered those first two words. And you just cant bare to please the smug, arrogant dick anymore then you already must, so you snap your mouth closed again, and take in a deep breath through your nose; Glaring straight into his face as you do. In your head at least you're screaming fuck you. "I prefer... to do my own work."

He opens his mouth to talk, but you cut him off, and take at least a little pleasure from that. "But if you wish for me to stay here, I will." I don't have a choice.

His lips pull back into a smirk. "Well, I think you should do the bed next. That's what I wish, now."

"Yes your highness."

Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, you think slipping away from him and going maybe a little too slowly towards the bed. This is always where things go south. You can already feel yourself throbbing.

First you need to strip it, you tell yourself. Come on, you know how to make a bed. This should be easy for you. Don't pay attention to Hans.

And you would just love to follow those instructions. Get the bed done without looking at him, or talking to him if at all possible, finish the rest of the room and go home with nothing new on your conscience- it would be refreshing. But its hard to do that when he touches you.

As soon as you return to a regular position from leaning down to gather up all the socks and cravats from the sheets, Hans is upon you. Hans agonisingly on your hips rather then wrapped around you, and you hate that you hate him for not touching you more. God, what you would give to hit him.

Sighing, you drop the armful of accessories to the floor go to continue your job, boldly twisting your hips as to shake his hands off and heading to the other side of the bed, tugging the sheets all the way off before plucking the pillows off onto the same pile as well.

Ignoring Hans watching you with that twisted, amused grin - he likes it when you 'play' like he doesn't bother you as much you affect him, - , you move to the closet and open the doors wide before gathering the extra, clean bedding inside and setting it down on the chest at the end of the bed. You're just going through them, figuring out what's what, when Hans finds his way over to you again. This time he sets himself down on the chest beside the bedding and smooths a hand down from your waist, over your hip, to your thigh. When his thumb starts to inch inward, you pick up his middle finger and pick his hand away from you, escaping around the bed again with the first layer sheet. Acting like he's nothing but an irritating little bug, even when his touches leave a fire behind on your skin.

You throw the sheet out across the bed, and you both watch it float down to the mattress. As soon as it touches down though, your moment of reprieve is over, as Hans hops up and follows you again, catching you this time. His arm encircles your waist, tugging your body back against him and you sigh. Fuck, you think, as a realisation hits you at being pressed to him.

He's hard.

Still, though, you do your work; Bending forward to neaten out the sheet without a lazy expression on face. But when you stand up straight once again, Hans arm gets stiffer and a gloved hand takes hold of your chin, turning you to face him. Him and his stupid pretty eyes, and soft auburn hair, and kissable mouth. Your eyes flicker down to that part of his face before you can stop yourself; Having been too wrapped up in your game.

"Y/N... " Eyes flashing up to his eyes as his genuinely annoying voice clears through the air, and your eyes narrow. His face is serious, and theirs a dark glint in his eyes. "Game over."

Immediately you rip your face out of his grip and face the bed again, going to straighten it out some more and avoid your ruin - his conquest, - but theirs nothing to do unless you can get out of his arms and that's not going to happen; Either by him not letting go or you not being able to make yourself fight against him. Probably, a combination.

"I'm not playing any games with you, your highness, you asked me to make your bed and I'm doing tha- " While you were talking, he had twisted his hips and rolled his hard manhood into your ass; Causing your eyes to widen and a gasp to slip out of you as your groin starts to get hotter.

Then he does it; He chuckles. In that frustrating, evil, mean, annoying way you hate and its over. You grit your teeth, trying for just a moment to gather your dignity and your wits, but its futile as your heart's beating so loudly you can hear it in your ears and you whirl around, catching sight of that hot smirk that shows his canines just before you dig your fingers angrily into the material covering his chest and drag him down- Connecting your lips and your tongue in a messy, wanting to kiss that drives you even madder. You tilt your head as to have more of him, and guide him back towards his bed, opening your legs for him to climb between them when you're laid out below him.

The way he rocks down and grinds his hips into yours drives you insane; An unfortunate type of magic that only you're privy to. Hans lets go of your lips with one last suck to your bottom one, enjoying everything you have for him, before slowing down his thrusts and rearing back above you just to watch how the change in pace tortures you below. You glare at him hatefully as she does this, even as your face is hotter then lava and he can absolutely tell how much you want him, because you cant help it. Because you hate his guts, and he needs to know that. Even as he fucks you.

He looks like he wants to say something this time, where he hasn't said a damn thing the last consecutive times you've done this together. For a whole moment he looks like he's fighting himself to tell you something, his grinds against you getting pathetic as he cares not to keep you happy as he thinks... before he growls, shakes his head and straightens up in order to unbuckle his own belt as you grit your teeth and do away with your own bottoms.

Maybe he'll tell you next time, he thinks. Maybe.

For now he'll just have what's his.

[january31st]

Ablaze: Chapter 6

Cruella (2021) x reader

A/N: I’m in Uni now so it’ll probably take longer to update, but i promise i’ll try to stay somewhat regular! This isn’t the last chapter yet, there’s more stuff I want to explain.

also! i kinda cried my eyes out every damn time i edited this and added on to this chapter so beware of the sniffles!

Warnings: blood! umm, injury? hospital! i don’t wanna spoil sorry

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On the way to the warehouse you and the boys shared jokes and a nice conversation overall. And after telling him about how you wouldn’t be able to perform, Jasper told you he actually played the guitar, so the two of you promised to keep in touch for a rehearsal with the band, to see if he would fit in.

The two of them went in to make space for the dresses, and asked that you stay a bit longer, just to look out so no one would come for them.

Well, they were right about the need for someone to be on the lookout, but what it brought was a lot of consequence for you. Happening very fast.

The man showed up out of nowhere and with a fast-worded, jittery way to him, asked that you step aside to let him take the truck.

You told him no, and he insisted for a while that he needed them. An absolute idiot of a guy really, he couldn’t even pick a good lie to convince you, so you stood suspicious of him. And for good reason.

“Listen sir, I have no idea who you are but I don’t like any of what you’re saying right now.”

Just then, a car came racing into that street and with a loud squeak came to a halt. Out of it came Cruella.

“Y/N get away from him. He was the one who set the fire. Jeffrey, stop this nonsense. You-”

Not a smart move at all, but at the time it seemed like a good idea to keep him from doing more harm. You punched him in the stomach. What you had failed to notice was the way his right hand was placed inside the pocket of his overcoat. Around a damn gun.

At the impact, he pulled the trigger, and in the process you got shot in the chest.

Those last moments happened in a haze to you. Someone screaming. Confusion on your part. He took both his hands and the gun out, held them shakily in front of him as the gun fell to the floor. He never intended to use it really, he was just as surprised to have shot you.

Before the pain and the notion of what happened settled in, you punched him again, across the face this time. After it you stumbled backward and stood down on the floor, hand to the shot, coming out bloody. You had a hard time keeping conscious.

At the same time she came to him - ready to beat him bloody - the boys came rushing out, separated them, held the guy so he couldn’t run off.

“Call someone!!” She screamed.

She fell down on her knees and held you in her trembling arms. You felt her tears drop in your face, comforting like a summer shower on a day too hot to handle. “Y/N why would you do that? Again? No- no, please don’t die on me, open your eyes! Y/N!”

“I’m okay” you whispered.

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The moment she arrived at the warehouse she had her doubts confirmed; he had been the culprit.

He had started the fire on the building next to it to try and get her empire to collapse. He wouldn’t have felt guilty if she fell with it. He had only failed because he was too much of a coward to see that it was done properly. The pieces for the next show were saved, and so was she. And his ‘warning’ note wasn’t delivered when he thought it would, instead tipping off what he chose to do when he realised that his first plan failed. Just a badly plotted scheme overall.

He went after the truck to be over with it, and that was also how long it took Cruella to get the note and understand what it ment at once, which you had to agree, was pretty genius of her. Right then she didn’t know it was him for sure, just had a hunch. Someone who worshipped the baroness had to be behind it, someone who had really not taken well to her success.

And then she was right of course, when she got there.

She spent the whole night up, waiting in the hospital to hear news on the status of your surgery. She knew she could have stopped this, if only she had made you stay a minute longer, if only she had gotten the note earlier.

Not only had you saved her life, even after she ruined yours, but you also stood up to the person who would have ruined what she had left. She couldn’t help being mad at you, for being stupid like that, for just punching him and not noticing the gun. But she also recognised that you did that for her, to try and stop things before they escalated.

But she didn’t care about you. She couldn’t, it would go against everything her name stood for. Maybe it wasn’t caring, she was just having a hard time thinking about another word for how she felt about you, because they were all wrong. She didn’t care about you, but you sure got on her nerves and found your way into her mind at every given opportunity. There was still the debate of whether or not you really tried to upstage her. She wanted to believe you did, she wanted to believe it with everything in her. Because it would be so much easier to just hate you. But deep down she knew you didn’t do that on purpose. That morning in the shop she knew she felt the truth behind every word, she knew it was an accident and she knew you were sorry.

And though it pained her to think about the things she did wrong, she knew that everything would have been so much different had she made the right decision that morning. And by now, after all these months that had passed, she thought about all those ways that things could have unfolded. If she hadn’t let her rationality go out the window. If she hadn’t been that inebriated. Maybe if she had waited for you. Maybe you would have come running to her, apologising for stealing the show. Maybe everything would have been right, you would never have known about the interview she cancelled. She could get you a deal with a bigger, better brand. Anything to cover it up.

In all honesty canceling that was the best thing to do. Sure she felt guilty when you found out, but in reality she didn’t mean you harm. Well, not too much at least. That record label was shady, she had connections to the underworld of everything that made someone famous in London then, and their record, let’s say, was not the cleanest. She had done you a favour really, saving you the headache, saving you from something even worse perhaps. (ignoring how there’s hardly anything worse than getting shot randomly) And she had done herself a favour, because she wouldn’t have had it any other way. From the moment you stepped foot in her office that day she knew that you would be perfect, there was no one who could have replaced you. She felt that she would be incomplete from then on if she didn’t have you close and where she needed you.

There was of course no admitting that. You couldn’t be all that to her.

But you were so much more, because you somehow moved past everything that was between you and you saved her life. Just like that, no double take. And right now you were dying in a hospital bed because you had been foolish enough to get shot for her.

The doctors came rushing in and out from the room, no talking, no nothing. From a look a nurse had given her in passing she just knew how bad things were. The chances of her ever getting to yell at you again were slim. The chance of you dying for her was way too likely at this point. You were the cat in the box now. Half dead and half alive and either way it would be her fault. Fuck Schrodinger, really.

She never asked for you to do this. This was entirely your fault. You had been foolish and impulsive and there was nothing for her to do about it. Nothing at all. You were the dumb one. Honestly? She hated your niceness and right now she felt you finally got what you deserved. To wipe the sweet smile off your face and erase all the things you shared with her that night. No more letting people go and keeping their fairy tales. You were the dumb fucking tale now. A bit of a tragedy really though.

But she had nothing to do with it. For sure.

But… had she forced you to stay, let the boys go to the warehouse, they would have dealt with Jeffrey swiftly, like they always did. She could have told them to go and she could have spent the whole night arguing with you outside in the cold. Rather than being covered in sweat from head to toe and shivering every time there was commotion coming from where the doctors struggled with you.

If she had never gotten the note at all. He would have stolen the stupid fucking pieces and you would be home. But then again, you were too stupid and too reckless and you might have gotten hurt either way.

Maybe if when she got there she said right away that he was dangerous, maybe you would have been more careful. Or maybe she could have been the one getting shot. And like that all the troubles would have stopped in an instant.

She went to get a cup of water from the dispenser, filled it and then returned to her spot. She looked at the bottom of it and there was no way she could fucking drink anything. If she hadn’t been so weak. If she hadn’t panicked at the fire. She threw the cup at a wall and screamed into her hands. How could she have lost control of her mind like that? Even before she saw the flames, just the smell of smoke had sent her reeling, her thoughts spiraled and her vision escaped her. She heard her employees hurrying to evacuate but she couldn’t move. She was tied to the chair again, falling sideways. And she had no idea of what happened for however long it took you to find her, but when you did, when she saw that it was you there talking to her. Ella had you called her? Maybe by accident? Then everything was alright again, and then she took control of how she had felt and locked it all up again.

But everyone knew, they all had to be thinking about how weak she was for not getting out alone. She would only deny it. She would ignore it ever happened, she would move along, plan how to make everyone believe that. To make everyone know the actual facts about things, that she was and would always be on top, and anything else was a made up lie. If people knew she was that weak then there would be no reason for them to keep working for her. They would all leave her, and worst of all, they wouldn’t be scared of her anymore. Their respect would go out of the window, as well as her power over them.

It was almost morning when the doctor came to break her away from her thoughts “Are you related to Miss Y/L/N?I can only give the status to someone from her family”

Without thinking twice she answered “Yes, I am” and thankfully that was enough.

“Well, the bullet went between the ribs so none of them were broken, but unfortunately it punctured the right lung. The wound caused an open pneumothorax right away, this means the lung collapsed and air got trapped in the chest. The bullet did quite a lot of damage, both internal and external bleeding that had to be dealt with in surgery, and the lung collapsed two other times since the bullet was removed. Right now she’s stable but if it is to collapse again, her chances become very slim.”

She stared at the tiled white floor, head spinning. The doctor put a hand to her shoulder “You may come in to see her now, and I would devote all my prayers to her at this time.”

Without saying a word she went in and stared at your unconscious self. All the things she could have done and all the ways she hated you right now flooded her mind, she didn’t know whether she would drop on the floor and cry, or if she would punch a wall or just hold your hand so tight that you had to wake up. Seeing you like this was too much, too infuriating, too painful.

It was just like when she walked into the warehouse to find Jasper and Horace tied to the chairs, and when she learned they would go to jail. She barely knew you, but out of all the people she had met recently, you had been the one that caused an impression. There was no stopping the thought of you. You had stepped into the warehouse that night, arm around Artie’s shoulders and stood right out from the chaos that was her life. Everything about you was easy, and every other time she had spent on your company worked to build up someone who seemed so simple and yet so interesting at the same time. All of the things you said and all the opinions you voiced felt so right and obvious and also fascinating. But right now you couldn’t say a thing. Right now you had no opinions to share and you couldn’t show that smile that never failed to warm her chest.

She managed to finally step closer, hand reaching out to yours, but then the machines you were connected to started beeping louder and your breath became uneven under the oxygen mask. A nurse rushed in and ran back outside to call the doctors.

There were a lot of people in the room at once and someone told her that it was best if she waited outside. Your lung had collapsed again.

She watched from the window as they turned you on your side and inserted the tube into your chest, both doctors and nurses sharing looks of concern. There were tears streaming down her face but she couldn’t be bothered to wipe them. This was the very thing that determined whether you would live or die. From now on all that could save you was a miracle.

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The boys waited until it was morning before they went to let Artie know what happened the night before. Brought him into the hospital as well, and now all four of them waited anxiously as staff entered and left the room.

He had rushed into the hall just when the doctors told Cruella to wait outside, all she could do was tell him how mad she was at you and explain to him the story in between sobs. He of course would join her in crying and give very uncharacteristic hugs for the type of relationship they had, as the boys shared looks of concern. Even when she was still the sweet little Estella, there were no displays like this. They knew just how serious this was, for her to have a reaction like this. And it also worked to confirm Artie’s suspicions, he just knew that the two of you would come to like each other in some way or another.

After both Cruella and Artie managed to calm down, he explained to her why you had even been there for the fire in the first place, and how guilty he felt that he made you go there to give him the keys at all. She said it wasn’t his fault and if he hadn’t done that then she would have died in there, it was entirely her fault for not realising earlier what Jeffrey was doing.

Jasper offered to go fetch them some food but when he returned only he and Horace really touched anything. Both Cruella and Artie were too shaken to even consider their own needs at the moment. They were sitting down, Artie with his head on her shoulder, when the doctor finally came to communicate the situation.

Looking at Artie as if to silently ask whether he should know what was going on with you, he answered “Yeah, I’ve lived with her for ten years.”

“Oh so you’re her partner?”

“No no, we’ve just lived together since we were kids, like family”

The doctor nodded “Well, I hope you have been filled in on what has been unfolding tonight, but as of right now, the worst thing we feared for just happened. I hope you are aware that there may not be days left if there is no response from her. The lung failure caused a lack of oxygen in the brain, which in turn has caused damage that we are still not sure is reversible. She has entered a deep coma. There is nothing we can do now except pray that she wakes up. We’re very sorry to leave you with this information, I will leave you to spend these moments with her.”

The pair of them went in and Artie rushed to your side, kissed your forehead.

“My sweetheart, how on earth am I supposed to go on without you? Please hold on, I know you can. We’ve battled so much and you had just started the life you deserved, there’s still so much for you to live. I believe that you’ll come back, you always do. I love you so much girl, you can do this”

She looked at you from the foot of the bed, chewing at a nail. And that was when the realisation hit her. The word she had been searching for previously. With it came the worst feeling she had ever felt, her chest screwed in pain and she left to find a bathroom. She didn’t care about you. She loved you. Despite how much she wanted to deny it to herself there was no ignoring the way she felt. Sitting in the cold tile now, smell of bleach and cleanliness filling her head, she hoped she could tear her chest open and rip apart a heart that wasn’t supposed to have a weak point.

But it did.

She rubbed her eyes as if it would make her wake up from the nightmare, but it didn’t, because it was real. She got up, splashed cold water on her face, but that didn’t work either. So she only walked back to your room in dismay and let herself be consumed by all the ‘What ifs’ (Ironically, for a moment she cursed herself when she remembered that you just seemed to throw those out of the window. Oh, how she envied you right now. Did you even ever feel guilty? If you would just forget everything? Only now wasn’t really the time to judge your character) as Artie sniffed and told you about all the things you had yet to do, as if giving you reasons would make you wake up.

After a couple hours there was nothing besides silence. There was nothing for anyone to say anymore, the hopelessness had settled in. The day went on, and with each passing hour the anguish only grew larger and larger.

Night came by when Artie managed to leave and eat something. And as much as he tried to make Cruella go as well, she just wouldn’t, she didn’t care about any of that.

When he came back she was fast asleep on the chair by your side.

The second and third days weren’t much different, only eventually Jasper managed to convince her to eat, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave the room. She had the whole House of De Vil and staff to relocate and a whole show to prepare but there was nothing else she cared about. None of those things mattered to her this much.

During the day’s examination, the doctor explained how after the 72 hour mark there was little chance of you waking up, so they should probably get home, waiting like this was only going to affect their life. Only she didn’t care. She didn’t listen, and she never stepped foot outside the hospital. Artie had lingered on for those days but eventually went home for a shower.

When he left, and since you couldn't hear her anyway, she talked to you for the first time since you’d been there. More of an angry plea than anything else.

“You can’t fucking die on me! What the hell, you can’t leave me! What have you done Y/N?”

She carefully grabbed the hand you had burned, drawing a line with her finger along the bandage. “You can’t imagine how much I hate you right now darling.” She angrily wiped her cheek, where the tears just insisted on falling.

“If you hadn’t been so stupid- But I know it’s my fault too. I tried, I swear I tried to get there in time. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all I did to you. Because…. because you are so damn sweet for no reason, you absolute idiot. You had no business being there during the fire. You saved my life so you could then die for me?” She looked at your face as if you would answer. “No, you can’t do that. I can’t let you do that. It should have been me, I don’t deserve my life any more than you do. Because everyone just adores you, and they are absolutely right in doing so. I gave you such a hard time and for what? You are so fucking selfless that it baffles me. I hate you. Stop. Fucking being so nice. I mean- why do you always do that? You always care so much? And then you say you let people go? You don’t make any sense, you almost die for someone and then you just accept it when they leave you? How do you do that? Why do you do that darling?”

She put your hand against her cheek, sighed deeply before she decided to go on.

“I find that my line between love and hate is far too thin for my own good.”

“Darling… You’re the only thing I can think of. And- and you.. everything you do and say just makes me feel even crazier. Because I just need to know you. I need you, I need to understand why you are like this. I hadn’t found someone like you before, because- I am sure you know, this world is so dull, filled with such talentless people with boring lives, but you’re none of that. But then! But then you aren’t like any of the important people! Because they don’t care like you do.”

“Y/N, you might never wake up again, and because I’m not like you I could never move on and forget the way-” She looked around the room, choking on more tears and trying to make someone else say the words for her.

“I can’t do that.” She whispered. Maybe if she said them low enough it wouldn’t be so hard. “I need to tell you now. And you won’t hear any of it but maybe someday I’ll forgive myself for what I’ve done.”

“Darling, I love you.”

Her eyes were so full of tears that she couldn’t tell at first if she was seeing things right at all. With multiple blinks and some brisk wiping of her eyes she stared at you in disbelief as she saw the single tear make its way down your cheek. There was a mix of shock and happiness that you were responding in any way and also the confusion, because she had no idea if this was something that someone in a coma usually did.

She leaned in to wipe the tear with a thumb "Wake up! Hey, come back!"

She watched your face in her hand expectantly, but there was no other response, no more tears, no movement at all.

"You can't just do this to me! You can't act like you're awake and then not wake up! What the hell Y/N?? Just…"

She looked down at your hand again, followed each of the lines with her eyes, trying to make them stay in her mind forever, in a way so she could never forget you again. In a solemn, slow motion, she kissed those knuckles of someone she treasured more than anything, and for reasons she just couldn't explain to herself.

It felt like forever had passed, and she could have gone to call a doctor or a nurse to tell them, but right now she felt tricked. She almost had you back and then there was nothing again. Somehow this made her feel like you just wouldn't come back, this had to be how things were going to end. Even though this was your fight, she felt like she had lost everything already.

With a deep sigh she put her head down on the bed, crying harder than she had before, cursing herself for both believing you would wake up, and for starting to lose hope that you would.

But then all of a sudden there was a cough and the hand in hers moved, and while she froze in panic you took off the oxygen mask, looking around completely lost, until your eyes met.

For a second her face was something you just couldn’t read, and you fought hard to remember where you were, but then that second was over all together, because she crashed her lips onto yours in a way that felt too desperate, too urgent.

Whatever state you were in before you couldn’t describe, but right then it was like you were dreaming, it was the best feeling ever. Despite the tears that were all over your face too by now, you couldn’t help but smile against her, with that feeling that just exploded on your chest.

“Hi” you said, half laughing, with a goofy smile on your face as she broke off to breathe. Along with that laugh came a fit of coughing that made you realise that the feeling in your chest wasn’t just the effects of her kiss, but also something really, really painful.

“Don’t you ever try to save my life again Y/N” she said with a grimace, tears still falling freely down her face. “You’ve been in a coma for days darling, we thought you were going to die”

“Noted. But… who are you?”

Her face went stone cold. “Y/N??? I’m Cruella? Oh my God, how on earth am I going to tell Artie you lost your memory?”

"Who is Y/N? And what is an Artie supposed to be?” you went on, trying to keep a confused expression, but failing miserably. You just broke into laughter again, and started coughing really badly again while she closed her fists tight to try and not hit you out of anger.

“I swear it Y/N, not funny, you have no idea what it’s been like”

“Oh but I do, if this fucking pain on my chest is to be trusted then it has been not very nice. And I was just trying to make you laugh, maybe you could use some of that”

“I’m going to call the Doctor to come and see you.” She said, standing up.

“Wait” you said before she could leave “Why are you here?”

“Well, long story darling, you got shot, and I was there so I’m here, I’ll fill you in later.”

“No, I know that, I remember, I think. Why are you here?” you gestured first to the chair she had been sitting on, and then to the room in general.

“Um, you got shot, what do you want me to say?”

“You know exactly what I mean. And I’m not even going to discuss that kiss right now. The last few times we’ve been together haven’t been necessarily the nicest. And if I do recall, I told you to stay away from me after the fire. I got you out, and that was it, we’re even, you don’t have to keep around to remind me of how much you hate me and how much I’ve ruined your life.”

She opened her mouth and then closed it again, fighting tears you didn’t understand. “You didn’t hear what I said? Before you opened your eyes?”

“I- No, I don’t think so” you said, softening your tone at the way she said that.

She turned around to leave again, you tried calling after her to try and get her to say it again, but she just said she was going to get the doctor and ran outside the room.

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[snwusberry]

pairing: est. wooyoung x fem reader

genre: angst (?), fluff

word count: somewhere in the thousands

warning(s): lowkey, if not, highkey bullying, is there language? disney villan type tea

this was actually taken from an smau hens, the reader bring female. my apologies

reader's pov

i was literally just minding my own business, trying to live my best life when a witch. a witch who's presence is draining to whoever is around her. her aura is negative and she goes around spreading it like a disease.

i ignore her, the music on my headphones to block her out which she clearly hates. she just has to have my attention.

she snaps her fingers in front of me which makes me roll my eyes and give my precious attention to her.

"what do you want?" i flat out ask. no life in my voice whatsoever which makes her roll her eyes.

"so hostile." she holds her chest in fake sadness.  "can't we put the past behind us? i'm trying to be civil"

i loudly scoff, damn near laughing. she can't be serious.

"yeah well i'm not. leave me alone."

"always so bitter. i still wonder what wooyoung saw in you. you're always so negative, it's draining." she slyly comments in an overly dramatic way.

what did this bitch say? excuse me but as far as i'm concerned i'm not the one who threw their best friend down the stairs and landing them in the ER over a guy, but sure, i'm the negative one?

"are you done harassing me? i'd like to go on with my life." i deadpan.

i honestly don't even know why i'm still entertaining this clownery. she's been at it for like 3 weeks now.

"don't you feel any type of guilt? none whatsoever?"

my face twists into a confused expression because i truly don't know what she's going on about.

"what?"

"don't act confused. you knew all along how i felt for wooyoung yet you still went ahead and accepted his advances. how could you do that to your own friend?" see this is what we're not gonna do.

she never once mentioned having a crush on wooyoung. she never told me anything and if she thinks i was supposed to pick up on her hints then she's gone mad. i'm no mind reader so i had no clue.

"i don't have time for this today" i stand up and attempt to walk away when she runs her big mouth again

"it's funny. how low are his standards that you're the one he fell for? you're just not right for him."

i turn around slowly to face her. no way she just said that. first of all, who even talks like that? it's ridiculous.

"what did you say?"

"you don't deserve to be in a relationship with him. he's too good for you. i mean, how could someone like him be wuth something like you."

i look at her baffled. something? how was i friends with someone so... shallow?

"and who deserves to be with him? you?"

"yes! see, you get it. you're not right for him."

i scoff at her words, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.  "get it together. at the end of the day you're not the one he liked. i can't control who he has feelings for so hop off my case please."

"i bet you don't even like him. you only said you reciprocated his feelings to get to me because you're jealous of me."

hmm, childish AND deluded. that's not cute in the slightest bit actually.

"me? jealous of you?" she nods. "your head is so far up your own ass that you even started talking shit. why would i be jealous of someone who's so ready to throw away their friendship over a guy? a guy i told him i like him because that's how i felt. not to spite you, not to get at you, none of that. the world doesn't revolve around you and things won't always go your way. you're so delusional to even think that way. "

"can't you see that you're being so unfair? you're such a backstabber, you deserved what happened to you. if you had a conscience then you'd break up with him."

i shut my eyes really tight to try and hold myself back from getting violent because one more word, i'm gonna swing.

"have a good day" i simply tell her and try to walk away again.

"i'm not gonna back down without a fight."

the complete and itter bullshit im hearing right now.

"goodluck with that because you're fighting alone. so again, have a good day." i finally get the chance to walk away.

who does she even think she is? calling me all that? i think not. i got better things to worry about. got me messed all the way up, absolutely not.

i sit down under a tree and quickly send wooyoung a text before it starts raining.

just my luck.

i hear the crunchy sound of shoes on the pebbled ground behind me but i don't flinch or look back, i just keep my eyes trained on a bald spot in the grass like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

"baby?" his voice immediately brings the slightest tears in my eyes. i haven't gotten to talk to him in what feels like forever because we've both been so busy so the sound of his voice brings me unimaginable comfort.

curse me for being a weak ass bitch. i need to stand up for real.

"why are you out alone in the cold?"

"i love the cold. see, i'm thr-thiving." ew why did i stutter like that? i'm not doing this, sorry.

"come on. let's take you home." he offers me his hand to help me stand up, completely ignoring my previous words and weak voice.

"i'm good right here you go without me" my voice got shaky i don't know if it's because i'm trying not to cry or if i'm shivering from the cold.

he just sighs and stands there a little longer, the only sound being from the rain pattering softly on the ground and a bit louder on the umbrella wooyoung is holding.

"okay then." he then sits down right next to me on the wet grass he closes his umbrella and he just sits with me in the rain which makes me slightly panic.

"what are you doing? you're gonna catch a cold."

"well you refuse to let me take you home and i'm not leaving you here alone. so i guess we'll both get sick since you wanna be so stubborn." his voice comes out so stern but i can't help but smile at his words. he's way too selfless for his own good.

"stop being such a sweet person, people will take advantage of you." i murmur, looking at the grass again and bringing my knees closer to my chest in attempt to get sone sort of warmth.

he just laughs and looks at me but his face quickly changes to that of worry when he hears me sniffle. "you wanna talk about it?"

i just look at him and scoff, trying to brush it off. "what makes you think anything is wrong?"

"your eyes are bloodshot with tears streaming down your face while you sit under a tree in the dirt as it rains."

"okay maybe something is wrong."

"well?"

i guess i should tell him. i can't pretend everything is okay, especially not with him. hell call me out on my bullshit.

"aria. she..." i let out a much needed breath before continuing. "...she told me that i don't deserve to be your girlfriend. she mocked me, told me i'm not good enough and that you'd be better off with her. she said it doesn't make sense for someone like you to be with something like me. that's not even the worst part she said i deserved being pushed down those steep ass stairs which landed me in hospital due to the fucking trauma my head experienced. oh, she also called me a backstabber for reciprocating your feelings, telling me that i lied about my feelings to spite her, which, i'm not gonna lie, kinda stung. who is she to doubt how i feel about you?" wow, saying really makes me feel pathetic for reacting this way, like why didn't i just ignore her from the get go?

"and it got to you?" he simply asks and i nod my head at his words.

"she's obviously trying to get to you. you did nothing wrong. absolutely nothing. she's trying to get you to rethink our relationship because guess what? she's bitter." he speaks softly and his words make me smile.

"i'm not as naive as she thinks i am. nothing she says will make me rethink anything about us because you're literally the best thing to come into my life."

it's true. spending time with him always makes my day better, hearing his voice always makes me feel better. everything just feels right when he's around and it really makes me see that i'm down horrendous for this man.

"i absolutely adore you. not your appearance. i fell for the person that you are, your looks are just an added bonus. and if she's so vain and thinks that looks are everything then that's her own problem. plus i like my girls a little ugly anyways."

"hey."

there's a second of silence before we both laugh. i know he's joking when he says that. like i know i'm absolutely stunning babes, you don't need to tell me twice. that's not even what got to me because unlike her i'm not shallow and i'm very secure in my looks, you don't even have to worry about me with that one.

i lay my head on his shoulder and he rests his head on mine, wrapping a comforting arm around me and we just sit there in the rain. together like the dramatic people we are.

[ohdeersthings]

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: none, some flirting, little bit of cocky Katsuki

Summary: You remind Katsuki that not everyone falls in awe of a Pro Hero.

*Inspired by Disney's Hercules. We love Meg 👀❤*

It's safe to say that Bakugou has grown since his days at U.A. Well, more or less.

Some days he gets lost in thought of saving people, hypnotized by the way men and women alike cheer and praise him. Chanting out his hero name, Ground Zero, and fawning over him when he's close by.

Children staring in awe at the tall, proud standing male. Some begging for a picture or autograph, which he does more from his Brand Team reminding him to grin and bear it for the polls and such.

Which he did with no problem, his smirks and boastful personality made him a magnet for egotistical labels but he ignored them, cause to him they were wrong.

He knows there's more to being a Hero than just photos and such, yet he can get swept away in the frenzie and lose the sight of that.

Until he met you, that is.

It was another day of simple patrols. Acknowledging a few fans and even stopping to take a picture with a young boy who tried to wear his hair spiked just like his "Favorite Hero". The gel in the child's hair making Bakugou smirk and mutter a "nice try brat,"

Yes it was a simple day.

He thought it'd be an easy shift ending, except for when a loud rumbling from down the street started to set off car alarms, citizens yelling out in alarm and fear.

A large villan stepped out from behind a building, the guys build like that of a giant Minatour.

It stood at atleast a good fifteen feet tall, large muscles covered in dark colored hair or fur, hard to tell from afar. Two large bull horns protruded from his cow shaped head, a long snout ending in a classic septum bull ring.

Of course in its hands, he held you.

Now most people would be screaming or pleading for their life but you simply sat in his hands, a bored look graced your features.

Bakugou instantly launched into an attack, explosions trying to blind the Minatour dude but he got smacked away like a fly. This caused him to fly into a fruit stand, teeth gritting as he stood back up, a strawberry stuck to his face before he pulled it off, a snarl present on his lips.

"Alright you sack of meat, now I'm pissed," Bakugou called out, him and the Minatour glaring at eachother when you spoke up,

"Uh hi, you maybe wanna leave Blast Boy?"

It was like a scene straight from a movie. Everyone, including the Villian, gaped at you like you were speaking in tongues.

"EH!? What the hell are you talking about?! You're the one currently suck in the Heifers grip but you're telling ME to leave?!"

Bakugou couldn't believe his ears, maybe he finally did blast his ear drums out.

"Yeah, no offense but do you see Damsel In Distress or Distressed Dude taped to my forehead? I'm perfectly fine getting my self out of here,"

Bakugou looked like a fish out of water with the way his mouth opened and closed, eyes white in anger and annoyance.

You leaned on the Bulls hand, an arm crossed under your chest as your left hands palm held your cheek up, flashing Ground Zero a sensual smile, "Have a nice day~"

Ears flushing from the sound of your voice and gleam in your eye. He went to retort, only you turned toward the Villian who was dumb enough to stop his rampage and watch the scene unfold.

"I'll give you three seconds to put me down before I make you,"

The Villian let out a booming laugh, a few citizens also murmuring in questioning tones.

You were a regular citizen like them, what exactly could you do if you had allowed yourself to get captured in the first place.

"Three...two....on-"

Before you could finish Bakugou had let a giant blast against the Minatours face making him yell in pain, his grip loosening for a second but that's all Bakugou needed to grab you and move out of the way.

This had angered the Minatour who shook his head free of ash and smoke. His red eyes locking on Bakugous who held you bridal style.

"You're welcome shitty person, next time don't try acting like a Pro and let the real Heros handle it,"

You scoffed, throwing yourself to your feet as you smoothed out your outfit, "Please, you're more of a Pro Jackass than a Pro Hero,"

The Minatour began his charge, large hoof feet sprinting at you and Bakugou.

"Get back!" Bakugou ordered, going to throw his hands out to produce his quirk but found you walking toward the Minatour instead.

He could only see your backside, but from the front your eyes turned a bright mix of red, pink and purple swirls.

"Excuse me~" your sultry voice filled the air causing many to freeze, almost as if you had taken control of them. The tone was like honey, thick but sweet. It made many develop a set of shivers, some letting their minds wander.

Your voice and loving eyes with you had caused the Minatour to cease his running, he ended up tripping on the road and skidded close you, his eyes now matching yours as your lips pulled into a seductive smile, your cupids bow lips plump and luscious.

"Thank you, are you ready to listen~?" The Minatour could only nod before you suddenly raised your leg up, dropping your heel on his head, knocking him out efficiently.

You turned back to Bakugou who just stared.

Wide, red eyes just staring. You couldn't tell if he was pissed or what, but the Villan was delt with and that's all that matters.

"Thanks for letting me play, it's been a real treat," you winked, walking off past Bakugou who turned and caught your arm, stopping you from moving.

The press and media, who appeared out of the shadows, took this opportunity and began to captures photos, videos, quotes, anything their greedy hands could get.

"Excuse us! What's your quirk?!"

"Are you a new Pro Hero!?"

"Do you have a Working Quirk License!?"

"How do you feel about getting up close and personal with Ground Zero himself!?"

You rolled your eyes at the last question, pulling your arm away from Bakugou as you shot him a sideways look, "Yeah cause a model who role plays as a Pro Hero for pictures and is a jerk about saving people, is someone I wanna get personal with,"

"Oi! You could be a little more grateful I got you out of his grip there Hippie Eyes!" Bakugou growled, his face showing aggravation but his mind was racing with questions about you.

'Who are you?'

'What is your quirk?'

'Are you a Pro?'

'You wanna go out sometime'

He shook that last thought from his head, eyes locking with yours as you just smirked,

"Yeah, next time I wanna be man handled for telling a guy no I'll call you,"

With that you turned and walked off, waving a hand without looking back, "See ya Blast Boy,"

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Yoohoo, here you go my lovelies 😘 let me know what you think

[indycaelumskywalker]

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☆ Padmé Amidala X fem! Reader

☆ padme x reader x anakin

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They’re such a bisexual couple it’s not even funny- btw I hc Hades as bi so uhhh yea

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Welcome to the Party! (Part 2)

 DisneyHades x Reader Imagine

Warning: Some small cusses, some force-fullness don’t worry. He can be respectful enough…

Continuing off Part 1!  (wowza now…its time for some shut eye..ha!)

You sigh and lean into the comfort of the red armchair while massaging your head. Aphrodite’s golden hair illuminating this dull backstage prep room.With the entertainment pushed out of it, it’s much more personal and quieter.

A room you rather not be in after Aphrodite asked about what you were feeling for a particular god of death that has your mind bouncing off the walls. Aphrodite is studying you as you do this, and you try not to notice but it’s making this whole, “what is going on with me”, process a little bit harder to handle. 

Having the actual Goddess of love hinting to your blooming crush on a god that doesn’t have quite the positive record, let’s just say, no letters of recommendation are being written for him anytime soon, made you melt. After a few minutes of this quiet brooding and her silent but loud observation she  leans forward and gently brushes you hand away from your forehead and runs her thumb over the spot with a smile, before taking both her hands and placing them on the sides of your cheeks using her thumbs to massage the corner of your eyes. 

 “Come on, stand up with me.” You stand slowly and play with your hair a bit, trying to hide your noticeable blushing.

“You do. It’s obvious.”

Your face grows warm, and it’s not just her words. Woah, her whole aura had this soothing jittery feeling about it. You absolutely see why she is the goddess of love. Because you were loving how soft her hands fel- 

“Hey” she snaps, “stay with me, head above the waves little pearl” she says with a snicker.  Aphrodite locks eyes with you and you nod sheepishly, and her eyes light up.

“Yes…yes you do!”

She bops your nose with the tip of her finger and takes her hands away begins to pace around in front of you hand covering her mouth, her eyes furrowed in thought.

“You see. The thing is I don’t understand it!” She stops pacing the sudden stop of clicking from her golden heels drew your attention back to her eyes as she faced you. Her golden hair swinging lazily at her feet, pink and gold illuminating brightly from around her.

“I mean yeah, I often saw you two, talking. At the reunions and the parties.” She taps her foot and looks into your eyes. “I mean, back then yeah. I sensed something but, it was so” she pinches her fingers together “teensy weensy I thought it was just basic appreciation but now. Woah, you’re coming off loud and clear sister.”

“Yeah it seems I have developed a crush.” You say as you pull at the sides of your dress in tenseness.

She takes in a sharp breath, “For Hades. The Lord of the Underworld I will add.”

 “I mean. I don’t want to say this honey, but ha… what am I saying? I actually do!” She presses her hands together and shakes them for emphasis.

“HADES. ISN’T. A. GOOD. GUY!” she plots her hands on her waist. 

 “He prays on the weak and disadvantage. He literally captured all the gods using Titans. TITANS and then proclaimed himself king of Mount Olympus before getting his ass handed to him by Hercules!” she looks down at you with astonished eyes. “Its surprising to me we even allowed him to stay here once we realized he snuck into the party! I mean, Zeus was just about ready to ask him to step out when -” She eyes you up and down with an upset look on her face but it softened as she looked at you longer. 

“He saw you and him enjoying each other’s company and that, that surprised him” I mean, he already punished Hades…the whole, trapped in the Styx and then the confinement  for a few hundred years in that pocket dimension. It made him rethink is action to intervene but your father woah!”

“Yes, he. He actually told me all about the, imprisonment.” you softly say as you begin to remember the time you spent together a few weeks ago.

“Oh really, and how did that go?”

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A few weeks ago…

You set your offering bowl onto the barren ground just as the torn books from the library had told you and you hold out your hands. “Hades, Lord of the Dead. I call upon you…” you open your eyes and wait for a few moments, looking around you waiting for a poof, a flame something. As you stood upon the top this hill, without a sound but the wind and a few birds. You lower you hands and frown at the offering and  intricate sigil you had drawn on the ground with silver ash. “Come on, its me. (y/n).”

The ground rumbles beneath you and you step back from the offering.  But the shaking grew worse and you found yourself on your ass with dust tossing up in your face. You cover your eyes and start spitting out the dust that flew into your mouth and wave around your hands trying to see again. “HELLooo MOrtal…yOu CaAAlled?” echoed a sing-songed disembodied voice.

“Oh GODS whats with ground breaking introduction?!” you burst with a laugh. After the dust settles your greeted with the curling smoke and black robe right of in front of you. You watch as one of the smoke wisps reach out towards you and curls itself beneath your chin, surprisingly angling your head up to the broad bodied, sharp cheek boned, extra chinned, smug looking face of Hades himself. 

“Went a little overboard on the entrance huh?” he chuckled as he leaned over and hovered an outstretched hand in front of you. “Need a lift?” You look down at his sharpened fingers and then back up at his pleased face. “Yeah to both questions.” You answer as you place your hand in his, automatically feeling a wave of cold wash through you. “Up and at ‘em” with one tug you lift to your feet, the movement made you stagger once you stood up and he placed an unexpected arm under yours holding you up.

 “Aay, looks like you just left Happy Hour at Dion-and Wine!” he laughs at his own joke as you get over the wooziness that suddenly washed over you.  “Staggering, falling over, does little (y/n) need a designated driver back home to her little pond?”

  You give him an ugly look and move away his hands that had settled themselves onto you for quite long enough “I don’t live in a pond.” Hades shrugs and dusts off his hands.

 “Stream, Lake, Sea. Whatever literally floats your boat alright? You still live with your pops, right? I mean in this economy it’s understandable…” You brush yourself off and watch as Hades glides, arms behind his back, past you to look at the valley below.

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Ablaze: Chapter 5

Cruella (2021) x reader

A/N: i’m not sorry.

Warnings: uh, fire? and things related to it

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It was a really big building. Still, and even though the entrance was pretty far from the flames, your decision to get in either way wasn’t very smart.

Artie, luckily, wasn’t harmed in any way, he had come from the other side. The two of you met somewhere in the middle, just as people were fleeing the west wing.

“Oh my God, why are you in here?” he said.

“I don’t know Artie, I saw the flames I had to make sure you got out. Has anyone called the fire brigade?”

“Yeah, they were just on their way. But I have to go back, I have to warn the guys over on east and get the dresses out before this whole thing burns to the ground. Come lend us a hand, we have to be quick!” he said, already half running.

You followed him before the realization hit you.

“Artie, where is she?”

“Who Y/N??” he said, coming to a halt as well.

“Cruella!! Was she in her office? That part has to be burnt to a crisp!” Your stomach flipped.

“Fuck, I think she was, but everyone ran out as soon as they noticed it, most of them were already out when I came to the entrance.”

“Then wouldn’t she be the first running to the fucking dresses? Artie if she’s not out by now she’s got to be stuck in there!” You stared at each other in terror for a moment. “You go get the dresses, I’ll go check if she’s out.” You said.

“Y/N don’t do something stupid, she’s smart, she’s out already, somehwere.”

You ran the opposite way as you screamed “Then how has no one seen her?”

The thought of getting there and finding that it was already too late was making your heart clench. Why tho?

No time for that. You ran straight to where you remembered the office to be, asking everyone along the way if they had seen her.

Nothing, the smoke was starting to hurt on your throat, you felt like crying.

“Cruella?” you kept screaming, the sound scratching its way out of you painfully.

When you got to the end of the long corridor you were relieved to see that her doors weren’t on fire yet, so you hurried there and touched the first handle - hot.

Fuck.

The room was big though, fortunately it had a second door, so you tried that one.

You managed to open it and your blood ran cold when you looked inside: half of it was flames.

From the other side came a sob, so you turned and found her. Head between her hands, sitting in a corner on the floor.

“Hey let's go!” you said, but she didn’t seem to hear you.

“Hey, Ella?” you got closer “Are you hurt?”

She kept crying, so you bent down and tried to touch her hand so you could get her attention.

“Hey, look at me” you tried with a softer voice “We have to go. Now.”

She looked at you in confusion for a bit. “Grab my hand will you? Can you get up?”

“But-” she tried.

“It’s okay, are you hurt? We have to get up, I can carry you if you can’t walk.”

She put her hand in yours and you pulled her up with you. The two of you ran out hand in hand still, you used the other one to push a door aside. Bad idea, it collapsed in flames, your hand caught in them for a moment before you went in the opposite direction.

You cursed at the sting but kept rushing out of there, and it was only when you got outside that you realised how much your mouth and nose hurt as well.

The firemen had gotten there already, along with ambulances and random people who had brought water to drink.

She coughed beside you, so you asked again “Did you get hurt?”

She shook her head “No, I’m fine, your hand was on fire though.”

She looked more like herself now, the version of her you had seen up there was so, so different. Not the composed, always in control Cruella that you knew. She was terrified, she had just given up.

“Let’s get you patched up” she gave your other arm a squeeze and led you to one of the ambulances.

“Wait, I have to check on Artie, he went in for the dresses” you said, looking around.

“He’s over there, darling, he’s fine. You’re not.” you looked to where she was pointing as relief washed over you, so you let her take you to get your hand looked at.

Luckily it was your non-dominant one, because you could hardly move it. She sat right next to you as it was cleaned up and you were handed a cold compress to help the pain.

“Hold this for fifteen minutes, I’ll be back then to give you some silver nitrate so it doesn’t get infected.” said the guy from the ambulance, and then you thanked him.

Now it was the two of you alone, she sighed and leaned in to put her head on your shoulder for a moment, squeezing her eyes shut. With your good hand you grabbed one of hers.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you said, almost a whisper despite the noise around you. “You looked…. I don’t know, that wasn’t you up there.”

“I never thought this would happen again”

“Oh, sorry.. I forgot.” you said, then bit your lip as you realised how it must have felt to almost die in a fire for the second time. The tragedy of fire seemed to follow the both of you, in a way or another.

Her hand in yours, the way she was leaning on you, it was enough to forget everything she had done to hurt you. For those fifteen minutes there was only the two of you. Nothing else around you mattered because the minute you found her, you realised that not knowing if she was alive or not was even more painful than the hurt she caused. It was unbearable. You had a hard time recalling a time when you had felt so desperate before.

Why the hell did you do that really? Because it was the right thing to do? Was that really it? Deep down you knew it wasn’t just that. This wasn’t the first time you were faced with this situation, only the circumstances were totally different. This time you actually had the power to save that person, it was in your hands this time. It wasn’t on the other one, but you still blamed yourself for it, for not being able to save Pietro.

But that also wasn’t it, was it? Not all of it, not entirely. She was holding your hand in both of hers, the most precious thing in the world it seemed. A grip both light and tight. She held something she couldn’t bear to break, not again, and she couldn’t bear to see it gone from the place it occupied. Afraid of losing it. Just the same way you had been afraid of losing her in the flames too.

The same man came back as promised, and then he bandaged your hand loosely, telling you how to take care of it from then on. She had gotten up and was waiting for you to go talk to Artie, see what the situation was in general.

He gasped as he caught a glimpse of your hand “Y/N!! I told you to be careful, oh my God. Think about your integrity as well for once!”

“I’m fine, don’t worry. But it was worth it, I got her out of there in time. She got… trapped in the rubble” you said, looking at her.

“Well, we got the dresses all out.” he said, still looking at your hand in dismay. He looked at her as well now “We were thinking about sending them to the warehouse? I reckon they’ll be safe there, no one knows it’s yours besides the staff.”

She nodded in agreement “Yeah, I think so. Horace and Jasper could easily find a truck to take them, I’ll take care of that in a bit.” She took a deep breath, it seemed to hurt for her as well “But how did the fire start? Was this an accident or…?”

“What the fire brigade says is it started accidentally at the neighbours’, most likely. Gas leak, forgotten candle. Just spread onto us before anyone could notice. Thankfully no one got hurt. For the most part.” He shot you another look “It really sucks because most of the important parts got destroyed right after we got the dresses out. It’s not gonna be a pretty fix-up.”

“That’s fine, I’ll manage.” she answered. “I’m going to see if I can find a phone, hit the boys up”

He waited for her to be gone before saying “Y/N! I seriously don’t understand you. I thought you couldn’t stand her! And I mean fair enough, she did you dirty. But what happened to the whole ‘I'll explode your head if I see you’ thing?” his face screwed in pain for a moment “It was about Pietro right? I’ll keep repeating myself until the end of time, but what happened to him wasn’t your fault, and you couldn’t have changed it”

“Well, no I wasn’t thinking about Pietro then, I just wasn’t thinking at all, were you? I mean I don’t know, something felt wrong. But, in the end, isn’t everything I do for him?” you paused.

“And I was right, I found her just in time. And I still can’t stand her, but I don’t know, seems a bit extreme to just let her die. Like yeah, she fucked everything up for me, but saving her also works to say I’m nothing like her.” he lifted an eyebrow at you “Yeah, I’m making a point Artie.”

“Sure. And by making a point you won’t be able to play guitar for how long? A month at least, by the looks of that.” he said.

“Shit you’re right. Fuck.”

So technically now she had gotten in between you and music twice. Great. You managed to forget about it before but now there was no way of unseeing it.

“Y/N do you have the keys? I think I’ll be going now, are you coming too?”

“Oh yeah, here” you handed him the keys “I need to tell the band what happened though. The bar is on this side of town, I think I’ll meet up with them. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Don’t stop to save anyone else on your way.” he mocked you.

You saw him go to Cruella to say he was going home, and you started walking in the direction of the bar. You had lost track of time, it was getting late, so by now some members of the band must be there already.

When you got there everyone was a bit upset, especially because you didn’t know for how long you wouldn’t be able to play, but they were understanding in general. You called the concert off for the night but had set on finding someone to play while you couldn’t, because after all, you could still sing.

You walked out of the bar, tried to look for a bus back home. It was still hard to breathe, and the pain on your hand had gotten even worse, you didn’t feel like walking all the way back.

The issue was that the closest bus stop you could recall was the one at the House of De Vil, so you walked back, a bit annoyed.

The promised truck had already arrived and a couple people were putting the dresses in to be shipped off. It was getting dark now, cold as well, you forgot your coat because you thought you’d be going straight home.

“Y/N!” You heard Jasper say. “Hey, I heard what happened today, you were quite the hero.”

“Oh, don’t say it like that, I hardly thought about what I was doing.” you answered, uneasy.

“Seriously, I mean… after what happened… I-”

“It’s okay Jasper.”

“No, really, we had no idea why we were picking you up that day. I honestly still don’t know how we just do what she tells us. I’ve been feeling quite bad since I found out actually.”

“Don’t, it wasn’t your fault, and things were never supposed to get out of hand like that. I really wish I didn’t do the runaway that day. She got really pissed about that.”

“Well” he looked around “Don’t tell her I told you, but she’s been feeling bad about it too. She wouldn’t admit it, I don’t think, she might say she feels bad about not having your talent on her team, but in reality sometimes she rambles about how she went too far with you”

“Oh? Really? I’ve been paranoid this whole time that she would come after me and kill me or something.” the both of you laughed.

“Nah, I don’t think she would. She likes you, you know? You’re exactly the type of person she likes to keep around. I mean, she isn’t who she was before, but if this happened a year or two ago she would have apologised to you.”

“Well, I didn’t make it easy either, I lashed out too, might have threatened to hit her…”

“I don’t blame ya”

“Uh, well, you guys are going to the warehouse right? I live near there, do you have an extra seat for me?” you asked, realising that you didn’t want to get into a bus with random people either, and also because he was nice to talk to.

“Yeah, we do, we’ll just finish this and you can hop in the front” he answered with a smile.

As you sat there waiting you felt someone grab your arm, and as you turned around you found her. You cursed yourself for still being struck by her. Only more and more every time, it seemed, a part of you wanted to forgive her and be close to her, but after all she had done you just couldn’t allow yourself. She had yet to apologise or even acknowledge it since, so you tried to not give into her.

She pulled you away from everyone else and spoke with a low voice “Why did you do that?”

“Do what? What did I do wrong this t-”

“No, why did you go up there? I owe you now.”

“You don’t, seriously, I don’t want anything from you. It’s better that way” you tried to walk away but she caught you again, coming closer to you this time.

“Oh? Is that why you saved me?” she said with her malicious smile, her breath hitting your face. “Don’t tell me you were being nice, you could have asked anyone else to do it” she looked at your burnt hand “Someone more qualified… But you went all that way for me, darling. That tells me all I need to know.”

You took a step back so she could see your face properly, and to get a straighter posture “It doesn’t tell you shit. It tells you I do things impulsively in dangerous situations and I don’t think about consequence. It’s better for the two of us if we don’t talk ever again, you might have too much fun taking advantage of me.”

“Hey, we’re done!” shouted Horace.

“I’m going now, have a lovely night” you said with a fake smile.

“Wait-” she tried, but you didn’t look back and got into the truck before she could say anything else. On the way to the warehouse you did feel bad for leaving like that, but it was nothing compared to how you would feel a few minutes after getting there.

Afterward she explained it to you. Just after you left, someone from the reception gave her a note that had been dropped there before the fire. She had realised what it implied the moment she read it, and she tried to make it in time to the warehouse, she swore to you, time and time again. But she hadn’t.

You’ll never be as great as the baroness. Your punk show is over.

But the troubles for that day were far from over.

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