#cruella fanfic

[pezberrywhoreee]

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

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

Words: 1,111

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[biggest-stupidhead]

Black Tea and Cigarettes

AN: Ah yes it has been quite some time since I updated this. Enjoy :) 

Summary: You need a drink, but you find yourself more intoxicated by your boss....

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: drinking.....lmk if I missed anything

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Jasper stood, holding the sliding door open, Horace was climbing into the back. The rain had stopped, so you forwent the umbrella, locking the door behind you and Cruella. She sat in the front with Jasper and you sat perched on your knees in the back, Horace sitting right next to you. 

The ride was short, which you were thankful for, by the time you had parked your legs were tingling with pins and needles. Jasper opened the door for you and Horace and the two of you spilled out of the back. 

“I’m awfully thirsty,” Horace commented as he straightened out his jacket, Jasper scoffed and the four of you walked up the sidewalk. 

Jasper held the door open for you, tipping his hat at you with a sly grin as you passed through. A live band was playing on a stage in the back, a full bar lined the far left wall, a dance floor in the center, and seating was scattered throughout the room. 

Your eyes raked over the room, women in shimmery dresses hiked upon their slender thighs. Men in dress shirts and slacks ties crooked around their necks. In the corner of the room, you sighted the rest of the designers, laughing and knocking beer bottles against each other. 

You had only just stepped a few feet into the room when a heavy arm was draped over your shoulder. 

“What finally convinced you to come to see me?” It was Roger, his sweaty body pressed against yours. Cruella and the boys paused to take in the sight as you shrugged Roger off. 

“I forgot about that.” You glowered at him and he let out a loud bark of laughter. 

“Well, you’re here now!” He clapped you across the back before jogging to the bar and raising his hand for the bartender's attention. 

The four of you shuffled deeper into the bar, Cruella seemed less than impressed as Roger carried a tray of shots your way. Your group gravitated towards a booth in the corner of the room, Cruella slid in first and for a moment you found yourself in an awkward dance with Jasper, who was moving to sit next to her. But when he saw you wanted to sit next to her he relented and stepped back. You smiled at him gratefully and he nodded at you as he sat across from Cruella instead. Roger dropped off the shots before returning to the stage with the rest of the band. They resumed their song, and you realized that Artie was the main singer, his makeup was less dramatic, making him harder to recognize.

 He winked at your table as he belted out the lyrics to some pop song. You tossed the shot back effortlessly and Horace chuckled at the face you made. Cruella took her shot next, her face also scrunching with the sting of the alcohol. You laughed at her puckered lips and she glared at you. Jasper and Horace took their shots in unison and you grinned, the warmth of the alcohol settling in your chest. 

“This is nice.” You shouted over the bass and Horace nodded in agreement. Jasper shrugged, although the smile on his lips led you to believe that he was happier than he let on. Cruella said nothing, catlike eyes taking in her surroundings as people swarmed through the dance floor. 

“Another!” Horace lifted his hand to a passing waiter and the man nodded in acknowledgment. Jasper shook his head and a short laugh left his throat. 

“What’s so funny?” Horace shot him an irritated look and Jasper laughed harder. 

“It’s just...we haven’t done this since…” He paused, an uncertain look thrown your way and you raised a brow at him. Cruella cleared her throat and sat up straighter. 

“It's been a while that’s all,” Jasper concluded and Cruella seemed more at ease, you wondered what Jasper really meant to say. 

This continued, drinks were finished and then replaced soon after until the room spun, the music was louder now, or maybe you were just drunk. You ended up on the dance floor, after trying and failing to drag Jasper out it was just you and Horace acting a fool out there. The two of you had been dancing for some time before you took a moment to get some water from a drinking fountain down the hall from the bathroom. 

Here, the music was quieter and you could already feel the headache building in the base of your skull. You had been guzzling the water when you heard a soft scoff, you lifted your head and wiped your chin. Cruella stood down the hall, her back propped up against the wall, in her fingers was another cigarette, half is gone already. You wondered how long she had been back here. 

You walked over to her and leaned up against the opposite wall, a sleepy grin on your lips. She smirked back at you, her cherry lips curled back to reveal bleached teeth. Your heart faltered in your chest at the sight, you wanted to press your lips to hers, taste her lipstick and the alcohol on her breath. She blew out a thin wisp of smoke and you crossed the hall, holding your hand out for the cigarette and she passed it to you. 

“Thought you quit.” She commented as you brought the cigarette to your lips, taking a moment to note the lipstick stains on the end. You placed it between your lips, inhaling sharply and pausing before removing the cigarette from your lips, making eye contact as you did so. 

“So did I.” You said, smoke curling out of your lips as you passed the cigarette back to her and she grinned at you mischievously. You grinned back, as if sharing a joke, and in a way you were. Something between the two of you that nobody else would quite understand. Your mind was muddy as you brought your foot forwards, the toe of your heel touching hers. You were pleasantly surprised when she didn’t pull her foot away, you grinned and leaned closer, she seemed confused but not opposed. 

“Did I ever tell you that I liked your lipstick?” You asked, tilting your head your eyes trained on her mouth, watching as it twitched up into another smirk. 

“You haven’t.” She said, and you lifted your hand carefully as if you were approaching a wild animal, the movement slow but sure. You carefully brushed a white curl off of her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. 

“Well, I’m saying it now.” You told her, slowly pulling your hand away, letting it fall back to your side. Her blue eyes were flickering across your face, full of uncertainty and confusion now. You liked it, she always was so confident of herself, and to see this side of her felt like a privilege. 

“You can wear it tomorrow with your dress.” She said, eyes still fluttering, lashes brushing against the apples of her cheeks. You smiled and turned, meaning to go back out onto the dance floor, but her hand caught your wrist and now it was your turn to be confused. She reeled you in, her fingers holding you in an iron grip. 

You stumbled a bit at the sudden motion, trying not to collide with her, but she pulled once more. In your drunken state, you couldn’t exactly right yourself in time, so you fell against her chest. You could feel her heart beating through her silk dress shirt. Her nails were digging into the soft flesh of your arm and now your breaths were mingling, lips inches apart. It was more intoxicating than the alcohol you had consumed, you could already taste the menthol and vodka that was lingering on that silver tongue of hers. 

You brought your hands up to steady yourself against the wall, her hand still circled around your wrist. You stayed like this, unsure if this is what she wanted, your mind swimming with a million thoughts. She let out a shaky breath and you did too, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned forward slightly. She let out a strangled yelp and shoved you off of her, and you stepped back, eyes wide and filled with fear. Your clouded mind cleared immediately, now you weren’t thinking of her lips or her soft flesh, now you were thinking about your job, and how screwed you were. 

“I-I’m so sorry.” You apologized as she smoothed out her shirt, hands shaking slightly. 

“Let’s not speak of this.” Her voice was stern and her face appeared panicked as you nodded in agreement. In these times, homosexuality was not welcomed openly, and you knew this. It was something you fought with daily, trying to conceal yourself among the masses. 

“Okay.” You agreed with a curt nod, it felt as if a rock had settled in the pit of your stomach. You hated to admit it but you liked this job, you liked your boss, apparently too much. You liked her stupid henchmen, the designers, and the luxury that came with the role. 

You decided that overcoming your lust for Cruella would be best for you in the long run. You left, head down fighting back tears, it hurt all the same. Why had she pulled you so close just to push you away? 

And the comment about her lipstick? You had been certain she was insinuating a kiss. By the time you made it back to the open dance floor, you hardly felt like dancing. But Jasper found you, his large warm hand caught your bicep and you lowered your head. Your free hand quickly swiped away the tears that had managed to escape before you met his gaze straight on. 

“Hey, hey come on Horace and Artie are about to-” his words were cut off when Cruella’s palm landed on his shoulder. He turned, leaving you in favor of addressing Cruella, who steered him back towards the booth. You watched them go, eyes stinging with unshed tears. It was foolish really, you should have known better, you decided that you were done for the night, even though it was barely midnight. 

You did have a big day ahead of you after all. You knew better than to wander off without telling someone that you were leaving, so you found Artie and Horace at the bar, a platter of shots in front of them. 

“I’m going to head out.” You shouted over the loud music and Artie groaned, grabbing your shoulder and steering you towards the booth, Horace sporting the drinks. 

“You can’t go, we're about to take shots!” Artie whined and you grabbed his arm, facing him with wide red eyes. He saw the tears brimming over your lashes and motioned for Horace to move on. Leaving the two of you alone, you didn’t want to tell him about Cruella, about the embarrassing failed attempt you had made on her. 

“I’ll walk you.” He motioned towards the door and you nodded, wiping your eyes quickly. 

Cruella watched you go, looking past Jasper and Horace who were bickering over something. She could still feel your breath on her lips, she could still smell your shampoo and feel your warmth pressed against her. It had felt so right, as if your body was meant to press against hers, filling all the cracks. 

Yet she had pushed you away, and she hadn’t missed the raw hurt that crossed your face. The way your eyes shone with tears as you retreated with your tail between your legs. There had been no satisfaction in turning you down, but she couldn’t afford to give in to the temptations. She had already indulged herself enough by hiring you, by making a dress for you. 

She couldn’t afford to lose the progress she had made. She wouldn’t let herself lose sight of her goals because of some pretty face. So she watched you go, although it sent a dull wave of pain through her chest to see you leave. 

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You made it back to your flat, Artie had sat down on the floor, Buddy and Nike kissing his face. You sat your purse down on the table and dropped onto the sofa, head hanging back and looking up at the ceiling. Artie joined you after a few minutes, his arm hanging over the back of the sofa. 

“Wanna tell me what made the big bad lawyer cry?” He pressed and you glared at him through burning eyes. 

“Not particularly.” You turned your head to look at him, your cheek resting against the back of the couch. He sighed and sat up straight, his eyes soft and accepting. 

“Did you get rejected?” He asked and you tensed, eyes widening. Had he seen you and Cruella? 

“….How did you know?” You spoke slowly and Artie laughed. 

“I’ve been rejected my fair share. I know how it feels.” He was very clearly trying to comfort you, but you weren’t really interested in feeling better. You just wanted to wallow in this embarrassment and forget about it come morning. 

“Artie, I really don’t want to talk about this.” You let out a bitter laugh as he nudged you with his knee. 

“I get it.” He raised his hands in surrender and you felt your shoulders sag with relief. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to tell him. Not about Cruella, but about your sexuality, if anyone understood it would be him. 

“There is something….that I would like to tell you.” You turned to look at him and he raised a brow, motioning with his hand for you to continue. 

“I-I like women.” Your voice shook a bit but it felt good to share your secret with someone else. 

“Oh, honey I know.” He laughed like it was so obvious, and you felt slightly offended that he had read you so effortlessly. 

“With these nails and that hair cut how could I not?” Artie chuckled as he took your hand and inspected your crudely cut fingernails. You pushed your bottom lip out in a pout and snatched your hands from his grasp. 

“Rude.” You grumbled, busying yourself with picking at your nails. Artie sighed and shuffled closer to you. 

“Look, you’re very brave for telling me,” Artie said sincerely and you looked up at him with soft eyes. 

“You think so?” You whispered and he took your hands back into his own, his grip tight and reassuring. 

“I know so.” You smiled at his words, he gave you one last squeeze before releasing you. 

“Now, we’ve got a big day tomorrow, I personally don’t want to be hungover.” He clapped you over the shoulder and stood up. 

“I’ll take the couch.” He gestured towards your tiny couch and you shook your head. 

“Nah, my bed is big enough for two.” You smiled and gave a light tug on his sleeve and he laughed, standing to join you up the stairs. 

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The next morning you were awoken to the sound of your doorbell repeatedly ringing. You sat up at the same time as Artie, who looked at you through half-asleep eyes. 

“Who is that?” He grumbled before falling back onto your pillows. You checked your alarm clock, eyes widening when you realized it was already seven in the morning, you had an hour before you needed to be at Hell Hall. 

“Oh fuck.” You threw the covers back and scrambled out of bed, you were only in a ratty t-shirt and your underwear. The doorbell was still ringing insistently, so you raced down the stairs of your two-story townhouse and threw open the door. Jasper’s hand flew over his eyes when he saw your state of undress. 

“M-Miss (L/n), Cruella requests your presence.” You cursed at his words, tugging on the hem of your shirt, Buddy and Nike were pressing against your legs, wanting outside. 

“Let me go wake Artie up, and get dressed.” You almost shut the door but Jasper stuck his foot over the threshold. 

“I’ll take the dogs out for you, oh and Cruella requested that you bring your dog.” Jasper’s face was hardly visible through the crack, you sighed and reached behind you for the leashes, passing them to him through the door. You turned and ran back up the stairs as Jasper collected the dogs. Artie was already dressed by the time you made it upstairs and he was busying himself with your closet. 

“Really dear there is not much to work with, in here. I’m surprised Cruella allows you to show up in these rags.” Artie was holding your best dress shirt and you scowled at him before snatching it away and throwing it onto your messy bed. 

“Shut up, find me my black dress pants, I’ll be changing into something more formal when I arrive anyway.” You grumbled as you began to change into the shirt. 

“Oh no darling, wear this!” Artie pulled out one of the two evening dresses that you had, a silky deep forest green ensemble. 

“It’s a bit too dark for spring, but it’s better than showing up in that.” Artie passed you the dress and you begrudgingly pulled it on, trusting his opinion. Once you were dressed the two of you hurried out the door, you still struggling with your bedhead. You both piled into the van, Buddy, and Nike waiting patiently for you. Jasper slid the door shut behind you and ran around to the driver's side. The van sputtered to life and you were off, speeding down the narrow roads out of the city. The mansion was already buzzing with activity, crews of various services loading and unloading boxes from the massive home. 

Jasper led you and the dogs up to Cruella’s personal workroom, where she was busying herself with looking over some of the pieces. Jasper left shortly after knocking on the door, leaving you alone with her for the first time since the evening prior. She didn’t bother looking back at you, too busy smoothing out a gossamer gown.

“Go put that one on.” She ordered, pointing vaguely towards the finished gown for you, sage green with tulle, you didn’t bother arguing simply slipping out of your silk dress and trading it for Cruella’s work. You turned your back to her as you undressed, feeling your cheeks flush with heat from embarrassment. You noticed that Cruella stopped moving, nothing but the sound of her bracelets jingling and her soft breathing filled the room, along with the shuffling of your dress. 

“Stunning.” Her heels clicked against the floor, you jumped when her cold hands skimmed over your bare shoulders. Her warm breath tickled your throat, one hand gently tilted your chin to look up, and you noticed a mirror in the far corner of the room. You hardly recognized yourself nestled in the flowing fabrics, with Cruella’s hand basically wrapped around your throat. 

“Don’t you adore it?” Her words were breathy and suggestive and you nearly whimpered as her thin fingers grazed down your throat to rest over your clavicle, just above your cleavage. 

“I-I do.” You swallowed thickly and she laughed, pulling you flush against her body. 

“I made a promise to you last night, do you remember?” You wracked your brain, eager to please her, but you came up empty. She turned you around, one hand on your hip, the other on your cheek. 

“I told you that you could borrow my lipstick.” Sure enough, she was wearing that same devilish red color on her plump lips and you found yourself salivating. 

“I’d like that very much.” You saw where this was going, and you were growing impatient. 

“I keep my promises.” Cruella leaned in, her nose bumping against yours, her breath smelled like cigarettes, she must be stressed. 

“Please.” You whimpered and her hand wound into your hair, pulling your mouth against hers. You groaned as your mouths moved against each other’s, her tongue prodded at your lower lip and you opened your mouth eagerly. Your own hands were cupping the sides of her face, relishing in the softness of her skin. Suddenly she pulled away, and you panicked, wondering what you had done wrong. 

“You need to get to hair and makeup, go now.” She flicked her wrist, dismissing you and you gaped at her. Your hand came to hover over your wet lips before you looked in the mirror, she had kept her promise, her lipstick was smeared messily over your lips, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[zeldas-cigarrette]

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

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

— word count -`,✎; 1.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#sapphic #fanfiction #fanfic #wlw love #lesbian #fluff #x reader #x reader imagines #baroness von hellman x reader #baroness von hellman #emma thompson #cruella #cruella de vil #lgbtqia

[spookie-bitch]

🖤Material List🖤

Fluff:❤️

Angst:🗡️

Comfort:❤️‍🩹

Violent:🩸

Jenna Ortega:

Plot twist 🗡️❤️

Plot twist p2 🗡️❤️

Tara Carpenter:

I Saw That In A Scary Movie 🩸🗡️❤️

Wednesday Addams: Mischeif

Lorraine Day:

Tagalong ❤️

Cruella: None yet

Harley Quinn: None yet

Ellie Williams: None yet

@wol-fica @rollingsins @somekindofpoet @slvt4lanadelrey@bingwriterxo @makncheese12 @mar-romanova @jennasslut @omega-horus @melrodrigo @gggafie

#jenna ortega fanfic #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem reader #jenna ortega #tara x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday x you #wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday fanfic #vada cavell #vada x reader #vada cavell x reader #vada cavell x y/n #Vada Cavell x fem reader #lorraine day x reader #lorraine x reader #Lorraine Day x you #lesbian pride #lgbtq #queer #Gay #cruella 2021 #cruella de vil #cruella movie #harley quinn #harleen quinzel

[pandorascripts]

MASTERLIST (updated)

send is requests! also, im doing a special thing where I write fics based on T.S songs so make sure to request one based on her music if u can :) bye bye!

DC

Kara Danvers

Lena Luthor

Alex Danvers

Harley Quinn

scars (🥀,💕)

maddening love (🥀,💕, 🖤)

Pamela Isley

absent (🥀,💕)

MARVEL

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Agatha Harkness

Carol Danvers

Maria Hill

Yelena Belova

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams

Sweaty Kisses (💕)

unknowingly yours (🥀,🖤)

Murderous Love (🥀,🖤) ON HOLD

My Heart Is Yours (💕,🖤)

fugly slut (💕)

carrie moment (💕)

ruins (🖤)

hot rage and cold tears (🥀,💕)

241 (🥀) 241 II is (🥀,💕) and III is (💕)

coney island (🥀)

I Bet You Think About Me (🥀)

Secret Love Notes (💕)

I've Missed You (🥀,💕)

LEGACIES

Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman

MISCELLANEOUS

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

Morgana Pendragon (BBC’s Merlin)

Tahani Al Jamir (The Good Place)

Cruella De Vil (Cruella)

Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Beth Harmon (the Queen's Gambit)

#wednesday series #wednesday x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday tv series #wednesday 2022 #wednesday fanfic #wednesday show #x reader #netflix wednesday #fanfic #emily prentiss x y/n #hermione granger x you #cruella de vil x reader #tahani al jamil #morgana pendragon #katniss everdeen x reader #hope mikaelson x reader #beth harmon x reader #yelena belova x reader #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #carol danvers #maria hill x reader #agatha harkness #poison ivy x you #harleen quinzel x reader #harley quinn x you #harleen quinzel #poison ivy x reader #pamela isley x reader

[daryj]

BITE ME

Hey you And we'll be together never So, baby, you can bite me

feita em: 28.12.2023

obs: qualquer inspiração, credite-me, por favor!

#babell #fanfic #elly #newpost #social #capa design #spirit #capa fanfic #design #capa para fanfic #snow white #cinderella #cruella de vil #beauty and the beast #sleeping beauty #evil queen #disney #disney movies #walt disney #disney animation #avril lavigne #capa clean #capa spirit #capa para social spirit #capa de fanfic #design simples #spirit icons #capa para spirit #capa social spirit #capa de spirit

[wolflover2426]

To Cause Some Chaos, As A Treat

AN: Just wanted to write something silly and based on one of my prompts that I made a while ago, here’s the post

Shadybug groaned, kicking her feet as she sat atop a rooftop. It was nighttime so she was able to blend in for the most part. Hawk Moth was getting annoying and she wanted to let out some steam after the last battle by taking a stroll. A thump interrupted her from her thoughts.

She didn’t turn around, “You aren't as sneaky as you think you are, kitty.”

Claw Noir merely sneered as Shadybug playfully turned her head to give him a playful wink. He said nothing as he sat next to her. Shadybug merely pouted, her partner is probably in one of his ‘moods’ and by moods she meant, brooding.

She knew his powers were quite dangerous and always wondered what it would be like. An idea popped in her head as she smirked, leaning close towards him. His expression was shocked over the proximity but she could hear a faint hiss escaping his lips.

“Hey kitty, I have an idea!”

He motioned for her to continue, he had an odd look in his eyes which were mixed between intrigue and resignation.

“Wanna swap miraculous?” Shadybug grinned. “It would be an interesting practice.”

Claw Noir protectively wrapped a hand around his other where his ring sat. Despite the glare in his eyes, she could tell he was interested due to the fact his cat ears were pointed forward.

The duo moved in tandem by hiding behind a wall and detransforming. The exchange of miraculous went without a hitch.

Marinette grinned as she muttered, “Claws out!” And green light engulfed her and she looked down at her new costume. Her boots had spikes and were lined horizontally with a metal coat on the toe box to resemble a cat’s paw. She noticed that she now has a belt lined with tiny spikes hanging loosely around her waist and seems to sway with each movement she makes. She now wears a leather jacket and had two pockets with zippers, the sleeves had a ripped-like aesthetic which definitely made her feel quite like a punk.

“Hmm, not bad.” She smirked as she curled her fingers to see the razor sharp claws. “Guess that makes me Cruella Noire.”

Then, her partner emerges through the shadow. It was interesting to see him in her colors and see the way it fitted through his figure. He had pads around the shoulder, his hair had traces of red and was a bit more tame than usual, he had collar but mixed with spikes are flat circles that resemble ladybugs but the colors were inverted.

Cruella Noire merely send him a smirk, “Well, I think you should keep the look.”

He said nothing and his arms were crossed. Aaw, was he pouting? She couldn’t help but stifle her giggle at seeing him look like he’s a kid waiting for his mother to finish talking to her friend.

“Never knew you could act like a little child!” Cruella teased. “I think I’ll name you, Scarab!”

Scarab merely shrugged in response. He seemed unbothered but Cruella Noire could see the sparkle of interest in his eyes.

Cruella Noire was struck with an idea as she grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Hey Scarab! Wanna see something cool?”

Scarab tilted his head to the side and motioned for her to continue.

“This! Cataclysm!” She felt the dark energy pulsing at her fingertips as she slammed her hand into a nearby network pole and watched in awe as it crumbled to dust.

Cruella Noire smirked, looking over Paris and seeing the twinkling lights coming from buildings and poles and finally, the Eiffel Tower practically covered with lights. With that, she jumped into action and began destroying everything that seemed fun to destroy and causing screams of terror from Parisians that tried to flee from the crazy destructive cat villain.

Scarab watched the chaos unfold from the rooftop while drinking milk from his thermos.

#miraculous ladybug #shadybug and claw noir #ml paris special #kwami swap #ml crack #ml fic #mlb fic #ml fanfic #mlb fanfic #please don’t make fun of me for the name I gave to Cat Shadybug #I was watching the latest Cruella movie and remembered a post #of Claw Noir calling Shadybug Ma Cruella

[hannahhook7744]

Descendants and ouat edits/scenes part 19;

Sad Cruella and Carlos De Vil edit.

Janlos/Cane edit.

Another edit for my ouat/descendants crossover fanfiction 'A Twist in their Tales.'

Core four ship edit.

'The descendants kids with their young parents' edit.

Uma is use to the idiotic stuff that results from Harry Hook and Chad Charming's friendship.

Core Four + Sea Three and food/snacks.

Star Six and food/snacks.

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #descendants ouat #ouat descendants crossover #ouat descendants fanfic #ouat descendants #descendants x ouat #descendants edits #descendants au #ouat au #descendants alternate universe #disney descendants au #once upon a time #ouat #once upon a time au #etc. #cruella de vil #carlos de vil #harryhook #Killian jones #core four #sea three #the star six #star six #the ses three #the core four #descendants evie

[shanleenkinnjaskey]

Good Enough (Ways To Be Wicked Part 1/?)

Little Mix

Am I still not good enough?

Am I still not worth that much?

I'm sorry for the way my life turned out

Sorry for the smile I'm wearing now

Guess I'm still not good enough

Everything's been boiling for months.

It started with the coronation, with Auradon’s reaction after Carlos showed up in pictures after the very public defeat of Maleficent with Ben's ring on his finger. Gossip sites featured headlines like cruella’s child corrupting the prince and de vil’s the devil. Carlos had ignored them at first, bolstered by the support of his best friends, his new friends (Doug and Jane, who had been incredibly kind to a strange kid from the beginning), and, of course, the boy he loves. Ben had been the bright spot in a sea of dirty stares, the constant in a world of cruelty.

He’d been fine for a few weeks- settling into dating Ben, being free from the weight of his mother’s wishes, and having dinner with the Queen and King twice a week. Tuesdays involved all the Lost kids, and those were often insane fun, but Saturday nights were just him, Ben, and Ben’s parents. The first one had been insanely nerve wracking, with Carlos half expecting the King to get mad at some mistake and beast out at any moment as well as the fact that Ben’s parents are the King and Queen as well as the fact that these are Ben’s parents, and he’s never had to try to impress anyone’s parents before. Even after a few weeks of such dinners he’s still somewhat on the edge of his seat, half-expecting them to insult and punish him over some perceived slight. Months away from home haven’t relieved him of a lifetime of Cruella’s cruelty, and no matter how kind Ben’s parents are he’s still never completely at ease.

(Still, he’s adjusting.)

The problem had truly begun when he'd gotten a video message from his mother a few weeks after the Coronation. He remembers her shocked expression at the news, her sneered comment about never expecting the brat to make it anywhere, 'specially not near the throne. He was cast back to the years on the Isle when the only friends he'd had were Jay, Mal, and Evie. He remembers the fact that the only one of them to be truly loved by a parent had been Evie (though the Evil Queen had definitely had her own ways of showing it). Jafar and Maleficent, though never loving, had been fond of Jay and Mal, treating them like apprentices rather than children but still treating them with some sense of caring.

Cruella de Vil, however, had treated her son like a slave, a creature that existed to serve her every whim. Carlos's earliest memories are scuttling about the Isle, fulfilling her every whim as she barked insults at him. If it hadn't been for him bumping into Mal, the head of a small gang of kids (Jay, Evie, and Uma until she'd broken off to follow in her mother’s footsteps and started terrorizing sailors), he'd probably (definitely) still be in that position today.

Over the past few weeks Cruella’s words have been waiting in the back of Carlos’s mind, combining with the words of the media and the whispered gossip in halls to create a poison in Carlos's head. Even kissing Ben, cuddling with him in bed, going swimming with him, hadn't helped. Normally he'd be nothing but happy when spending time with his boyfriend, but right now all he can focus on is the words pounding through his head.

You're pathetic.

Scrawny. Weak. Young. Villain.

Not as talented as the others.

Worthless.

The final straw had been at today's Visiting Day. He'd been alternating between Ben's side and hanging with his friends, even ending up in a intriguing​ conversation with Doug's Uncle Doc and Evie about the hydraulics operating the most outside the Academy. For the first time in weeks he'd been having a good time, enjoying himself and talking about the things he loves.

He'd taken a break, intent on heading back to Ben to talk to his boyfriend about their plans for dinner with his parents (and Maurice, who was so incredibly awesome that it erased the anxiety of spending time with the Queen and King just a little bit) that night, when he’d heard Queen Hilde, Audrey's grandmother, talking to Chad.

“-That son of Cruella's a corruption, you know,” Queen Hilde says, and Carlos freezes, half way to Ben. He’s used to reading the words online, used to thinking them, but he hasn’t heard anything like it aloud since they all left the Isle. “It would have been better for everyone if he'd just stayed on the Isle. No wand fiasco, no villains dirtying up our lawns, and King Ben would still be dating my granddaughter instead of villain parasite.”

“Couldn't agree more, Your Majesty,” Chad says, haughty tone in place. “The villains have been nothing but trouble- cheating in class, being undeniably rude at their first Visiting Day, even going so far as to interrupt Ben’s coronation in the way they did. I do believe that they’re taking advantage of our good King and Queen, especially that de Vil brat. Leeching off Ben like that? It’s despicable. When he was dating Audrey we were ensured of someone respectable on the throne.”

Queen Hilde smiles. “You do know how to flatter my family, young man.”

Though Carlos can't help but feel resentment to the words- he and his friends have been trying to improve themselves, whatever Queen Hilde may think- there's a certain truth to what they say. Audrey and Ben were the ideal couple, as Audrey is so fond of reminding him- they're both born royalty, raised by heroes and taught the right thing. They're both perfectly poised, always knowing to say the right thing to sway a conversation (rather than just rambling until someone has to shut them up), and they even look good together.

(And, above all, Audrey can provide Ben with wealth, support, and a biological heir. Carlos can only give himself, and that's not enough.)

(Not for Ben, who deserves the world, and certainly not for the kingdom he is destined to rule.)

“Carlos?” Ben asks from behind him, and Carlos whips around to face his boyfriend.

He smiles, frayed nerves soothed mostly by Ben's smile. “Yes?”

“I was wondering if you'd like to speak with Lonnie's mother? She's visiting for Family Day and she'd like to meet you.” Carlos almost shakes his head no (he'll embarrass Ben with his rambling, he knows he will) before Ben adds the kicker: “She says she wants to meet the man who stole the heart of her dearest godson.”

And Ben's looking at him with gorgeous smile, blue eyes sparkling, and there's no way that Carlos can say no. Ben offers his arm out to Carlos, who loops his arm around his elbow. Ben then leans in and presses a kiss to Carlos’s cheek (leading his embarrassing blush to come running back) before leading his boyfriend over to meet General Li Mulan.

Everyone’s words linger in the back of his mind throughout the rest of the afternoon and evening, festering until they’ve hit a monstrous growth and they’re all Carlos can focus on.

“You okay, darling?” Ben asks as they pull up to the castle for dinner. He puts a comforting hand on Carlos's thigh. “You've been kind of quiet.”

Carlos lets out a startled laugh. Normally people want him to be quiet. Even the Isle kids sometimes express frustration with his babbling. Ben's different, though- he’s never told Carlos to shut up, instead smiling fondly whenever Carlos speaks. It's no wonder I'm in love with him. “It's fine. Just been thinking, that's all.”

“Thinking 'bout what?” Ben asks, genuinely interested, and Carlos could nearly cry with how perfect this boy in front of him is.

“You,” he says, mostly-honest.

Ben blushes, and for such a normally confident man it's really kinda cute. “Really?”

“Yeah,”

“I'm sorry,” Carlos whispers as he slips out of Ben's arms, “But you deserve better.” He’s determined not to cry, but he can feel his eyes burning. He leans forward and gently brushes a kiss against Ben's cheek. “I love you.”

Carlos grabs his satchel, complete with Mal's Emergency Isle Return™ potion, and slips out the door.

He’s going back.

#carlos de vil #descendants 2 #mal descendants #malvie #benlos #ben x carlos #prince ben #jay descendants #evie descendants #disney descendants #descendents #cruella de vil #child abuse #unreliable narrator #uma descendants #fanfic #fanfiction #m/m romance #prince chad

[sapphic-serotonin]

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This is going to be a blog merely for fanfics!

You can request for following characters;

Cate Blanchett (Carol, Lydia Tár, Lou Miller)

Sarah Paulson ( all ahs characters, Ellie Staple, Mildred Ratched)

Meryl Streep ( Miranda Priestly)

Larissa Weems

Zelda Spellman

The Baroness from Cruella

There will definitely be more characters as this blog develops, these are just the ones that are currently on my mind:) Mind you, I’m not as good as writing smut as other creators on here, so don’t expect too much!

Xx

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#ahs coven #american horror story #sarah paulson #cate blanchett #meryl streep #gwendoline christie #wednesday netflix #cruella #wlw #sapphic #fanfic #x reader #imagine #caos #the chilling adventures of sabrina #zelda spellman #caos netflix #fanfiction #lgbtq #emma thompson #meryl streep x reader #sarah paulson x reader #carol aird #lydia tár #tár

[agathaandbrienneslesbian]

Other Characters Masterlist

🌸 = Fluff // 🔥 = SMUT // ⚡️= angst // 🌤️ = Hurt/Comfort

Galardiel

coming soon

Hela

coming soon

Lady Lesso

coming soon

Ravenna/ Evil Queen

coming soon

Vanessa Shelly/Afton

coming soon

Cruella DeVil

coming soon

Nadja of Antipaxos

coming soon

Elphaba

coming soon

#fanfic #queer #ao3 #reader insert #sapphic #wlw #Galadriel #Cate Blanchett #Hela #Lady Lesso #Charlize Theron #Ravenna #Evil Queen #Cruella DeVil #Emma Stone #Nadja Of Antipaxos #natasia demetriou #Elphaba #wicked

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Disney Masterlist

🜹♡🜹 Jasper Badun 🜹♡🜹

The Thief That Stole My Heart

↳ Jasper Badun X GN Reader - Fluff - 2.3k

🜹♡🜹 Prince Eric 🜹♡🜹

Wild Uncharted Waters

↳ Prince Eric X Female Reader - Fluff and Slight Angst - 4.6k

2022 - 2023 © justsomerandomfanfic

#masterlist #disney #fluff #cute #x reader #x gn reader #x you #x y/n #cruella #cruella movie #jasper badun #jasper badun x reader #jasper badun x gn reader #fanfics #fanfic #fanfiction

[zeldas-cigarrette]

𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚༅🂱

—pairing; Baroness Von Hellman x fem! reader ⚢

— word count; 401

—summary; you fire one of the Baroness’s employees

— a/n ෆ . ༉‧₊˚✧ ; The text in italics is from a prompt generator:) I hope you enjoy this little fic:3

━༺𐬺𐮙᪣

“You’re fired!,” Y/n yelled at him in the abandoned Alley behind the House of Hellman. Miguel looked dumbfounded at her fearing that he might not be snapping back like he always does. “You can’t do that, I am their best employee!,” he argued. His eyes came a little bit out of its head. “I will do something very different if you won’t leave now.”

—༺𐬺𐮙᪣

“Am I in trouble?,” Y/n looked pitiful in Elizabeth’s eyes. “Take a guess,” the Baroness shot her an evil glare. The girl wasn’t sure what to tell her, for her it was reasonable to fire Miguel for what he did. Of course he used to be a renowned Designer for the House of Hellman but that didn’t mean that everyone had to put up with his behaviour. “No?,” Y/n asked, hoping she wouldn’t be. Her girlfriend insidiously looked at the younger woman, not knowing if she was joking, and if she was, that wasn’t the right moment.“Take another guess,” Elizabeth snapped and finally turned around in her chair. “Listen Lizzie, I can explain!,” Y/n tried to defend herself. “Oh now I’m curious, explain yourself then Y/n,” Elizabeth flapped her legs up on her desk and pierced Y/n with an expecting look. “Miguel talked all this crap about you again, called you an old hag,” Y/n inhaled deeply before continuing her rambling, “I just couldn’t let him talk about you like that anymore. And since you made me the manager I kind of took advantage of that title.”

Slowly the Baroness walked over to Y/n from her table, positioning herself directly in front of her. “That’s very sweet of you to defend me, love. But he was pretty good at his job,” Elizabeth explained to her girlfriend and cupped her face in her hands. “You would rather have him talk like that behind your back?,” she asked confused and let her head rest in the hands of her girlfriend. “No, Miguel’s gone now. We’ll find someone else. But I’d rather have you ask me the next time before you fire one of our best employees,” Elizabeth replied and pecked Y/n’s lips. The anger left the Baroness’s body when her girlfriend explained to her why she cut of their best designer. No one had defended her even close like that in her life. “I’m glad I have you, Y/n.” “I’m glad I have you too, my Lizzie.”

#cruella #wlw #sapphic #fanfiction #fanfic #wlw love #baroness von hellman #baroness von hellman x reader #cruella de vil #emma thompson #x reader imagines #x reader

[ariminiria]

mixed emotions about the writer strike. obviously I support it bc nobody should be replaced by AI, and it's especially important to ensure human artists are not replaced for corpos to save a quick buck, but also. the media that has been produced by these very writers the past few years has been garbage lmao

#better human made garbage than ai generated garbage i suppose #although at least ai cant intentionally an maliciously tear an IP apart just to spite the fans #but i digress #before some tumblrina gets mad this is just me being cynical i still support the strike #i am side eyeing amazons tolkien fanfic specifically #but honorable mentions are: she hulk; any disney remake post 2015 but especially cruella; the velma show; the witcher minus s1 #and many others #hollywood hate

[the-knight-of-the-stars]

Children of the Reign: Chapter 5:  Are you still there inside my chest?

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Fandom: Descendants (Disney Movies)

Summary: 

When different stories from different places reach their happy endings, something in the world clicked. The land of Auradon has born.

By the god’s design, King Adam rules upon the land, he is determinate to make his kingdom the greatest that ever was. All the great villains are exiled to a forgotten place, the abandoned mined city of ghosts, deep on the mountains, locked without scape inside a magical barrier. Auradon flourish under the new reign, but the secrets can’t be kept for too long. In the Lost City, chaos rules over the people.

After thirty years, King Adam has died, and his only heir Benjamin must ascend to the throne. His fist command: give freedom to the children born in the Lost City, a chance to live in Auradon for anyone who wants it. Evie, Mal, Jay and Carlos are the first ones to accept, but their arrival will change the fate of Auradon forever.

And on the Lost City, a Pirate Queen will find her chance to take control. They are the new generation; it is time for their stories to be told.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26884657/chapters/114763897

#descendants #descendants au #disney descendants #descendientes #descendants disney #descendants fanfic #uma daughter of ursula #evie daughter of the evil queen #mal daughter of maleficent #jay son of jafar #carlos son of cruella de vil #harry hook #gil legume #children of the reign

[creative-soul-22]

Welcome to Storybrook, Malvina Monroe!

Disenchanted x OUAT-oneshot

@monrolasia and I were texting on thursday night and we had a nice conversation. We came up with the idea of Malvina being in Storybrook and so I wrote this oneshot. Hope you like it!

Regina Mills, the Mayor of Storybrooke, calmly sat in her office going through some papers. This was so boring. She had NOT enacted a curse sacrificing her father's life by squashing his heart to do THIS. Why was a land without magic so horrible? Paperwork? Really? Was that worth killing her father for? Regina moaned. But then the already half-burned painting of a bird that Snow White had put there when she was the mayor for a brief time caught her eye. Luckily, it wasn't a land without magic anymore. With a diabolical smile on her face, Regina formed a fireball in her hands and threw it onto the painting. It imediately caught fire and light the room up. The fire reflected in the mayors eyes as her diabolical smile widened and grew into a wicked laugh. Regina liked the painting much more when it was on fire. It was way more interesting and much more fun this way.

Regina could have watched the painting burn for the rest of the day but suddenly her phone rang. "Yes?", she answered the phone. "Regina? It's me, Emma. You've got to come to the city limits. There's something going on here", Emma's clearly worried voice could be heard trough the phone. Regina was alarmed. It never meant good news when Emma said this. So she asked: "Emma? What's going on?" "I can't tell you on phone. Just come here as quickly as possible", Emma explained with her voice lowered before she hung up the phone. "Emma? Emma!" Regina exhaled before she teleported herself to the city limits.

A cloud of purple smoke appeared at the city limits, and when it was gone, it revealed the mayor of Storybrooke. "Emma! What's...", Regina asked, only to be immediately shushed out by the blonde woman. Emma carefully pointed to the city's red marked border. "Shh. Or you'll miss this", she whispered. Regina followed the savior's finger with her eye and then she saw it. Three people where standing infront of the city limits. Two women and one man. One of the women had strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes, the other one had black hair. Regina couldn't see her face because she had her back turned on her. "You are a disgrace for Monrolasia, Malvina Monroe", spat the blonde woman out. The man next to her grinned visciously. The black haired woman which had been adressed as Malvina Monroe responded in sadness: "I am disgrace to Monrolasia?! You are the ones who are kicking me out." "You deserve it", the other woman continously bullied her, "you tried to kill me! You poised an apple!" She than took an red apple out of her bag and threw it to the woman who Regina assumed went by the name Malvina. Malvina caught it. "Giselle, let me explain...", she started but quickly got snapped by the woman that she called Giselle. "No. You see this, Malvina?" The woman being called Giselle held a little glass with a purple liquid in it. "It belongs to us now", she stated. "No! Giselle, this isn't like you anymore. You were always so kindhearted and gave everyone a chance. Even me", the woman with the black hair and black dress explained. Regina felt like her heart broke. Malvina reminded her of her own. She was homeless, perspectiveless. Hopeless. "We've got to help her", the mayor of Storybrook decided. Giselle laughed. "Those days are over now." And then all of a sudden, she threw the purple liquid in Regina's and Emma's direction! It crossed the red line and hit the ground. Malvina turned around and looked for the liquid, but couldn't see it. Giselle and the man next to her also looked surprised but then smiled visciously, turned around and left Malvina alone. After watching them leave, she took the apple in her hands and threw it as far as she could. And then she saw it. "Oh no. She saw it. She knows it", Regina immeadiately recognized. "There is something beyond here", Malvina stated. She reached her hand out behind the invisible curtain that was in front of her and screamed when she felt a grab on her hand that pulled her on the other side. She Suddenly she saw two women standing in front of her. "Hi. I'm Emma Swan", a blond haired-woman with a leather jacket and jeans greeted her with a smile. "I'm Malvina Monroe. Queen of Monrolasia. Or at least I used to be", Malvina said with a sad voice. Then she saw her liquid. The glass was shattered and the liquid covered the ground. "My poison", Malvina sadly noticed. "I'm Regina Mills. Welcome to Storybrooke, Malvina Monroe", she was greeted by a black-haired woman. "Storybrooke?" Malvina looked around. All she saw was a road and woods on both sides. "Yes, Storybrook", Regina replied with a smile. "It's a quiet yet lovely little town." Emma got into her car followed by Regina Mills who encouraged the former Queen of Monrolasia to do so, too.

Former Queen of Monrolasia, Malvina Monroe thought while driving to Storybrooke. I really am the former Queen. All she could think was that she once had her little town, too. It had been lovely, pieceful and quiet. Until Giselle had showed up and had ruined everything with her stupid wish. Now Malvina's beloved Monroeville was Monrolasia and Giselle and Robert were likely to rule as King and Queen since they had kicked Malvina out. Storybrooke seemed nice and so Malvina decided to stay for recover. But Storybrooke seemed so lovely, it reminded her of Monroeville and she couldn't help but feeling heartbroken. A tear streamed down her cheek. Then Emma Swan stopped the car. "We're there", she stated. The three women got off the car. "Granny's Diner?", Malvina asked in surprise. "Who's Granny is it and why does she have a diner?" Regina laughed. "It's Red's Granny and she runs a diner, well because we need a diner here in Storybrooke." The mayor couldn't help but getting nervous. Everything was new to Malvina and she had just lost her home so Regina did not want to overwhelm her by telling her about the curse. She would have plenty of time to tell her about it. But for now she just wanted to offer the lady a place where she could rest her head. "Emma what are we doing here? We should take Malvina to Granny's Bed and Breakfast where she can have a room", Regina asked. Emma replied: "Yes, we will take her there. But Granny highly likely is in the diner now and I think Cruella De Vil is probably drinking one Gin after another. Maybe she wants some company." Malvina stood in front of the diner, looking around. "Okay, let's introduce you to Granny", the mayor of Storybrooke decided, quickly grabbed the hand of the newest citizen and took her inside the diner. Emma Swan remained outside. "Regina!", she shouted and followed them inside.

Inside the diner it was awfully loud and the lights where painfully bright. After spending time in silence and darkness, Malvina wasn't used to such a crowded room. Regina led her to the bar, where Cruella De Vil sat with a glass of Gin in front of her. After introducing her to Malvina Monroe, the mayor left them alone to talk to Granny about a room for Malvina.

"Hi, Cruella. I'm Malvina. Malvina Monroe", the Monrolasian greeted her. "Hi Malvina, Darling. Nice to meet ya", Cruella greeted back. She already seemed drunk. As she sat there, alone, with a drink, nobody to talk with, Malvina couldn't help but to feel even sadder. This could have been her sitting there. Although Cruella smiled, Malvina could see the loneliness and sadness in her eyes. "Do you always drink on your own?", she asked a little nervously. "Yes. I mean, you don't need somebody else for drinking. See? I can perfectly put the glass to my mouth without help", the fur-obsessed answered and demonstrated it. Then she giggled. Malvina chuckled along but noticed that internally, Cruella cried. "Mind if I sit here with you?", the Queen asked, "I could use a drink, too." Cruella's face darkened as she seem to take a closer look on Malvina Monroe. "You, too?", she asked in surprise. Malvina just nodded as a response and sat next to Cruella De Vil. Granny appeared to ask her new customer's wish. "A glass of Gin, please", Malvina ordered toneless. Granny looked at her in worry. Hopefully the newest citizen did not plan to get drunk on her very first night in Storybrooke. "Of course", she said, "and since it's your first time at Granny's and in Storybrooke, the first drink is free." "Thank you", Malvina replied. She did not try to hide her sadness. She couldn't hide it anymore. How could she sink so low to end up here, getting drunk with someone who's equally lonely because she had nothing better to do? For God's sake, she was the Queen of Monrolasia! But those days were over now. Forever. And as she drank her third Gin she started sobbing. She then sobbed it all out on Cruella's shoulder, telling her all about it. How Giselle first turned Monroeville into Monrolasia only to kick her out then and to rule it herself. How she hated it that her son Tyson was dating Giselle's stepdaughter Morgan. How much she loved and missed him. How much she missed her husband, who was trapped inside a mirror and probably now under Giselle's control. She could picture Giselle already sitting in her throne, wearing her clothes, living in her castle. She had taken Malvina's life without killing her. Cruella then also could not hold back her tears anymore and started crying. She told Malvina how much she'd love to have a friend but nobody liked her so she was always on her own. Which caused her to get drunk to forget about her loneliness and to not feel the pain and the sadness that came with it. She wished to feel numb only to be reliefed from it so she drank bottles of Gin until she felt numb. The two woman drank and sobbed until they were knocked out and fell asleep with their heads lying at the bar table.

The next morning Malvina Monroe and Cruella De Vil woke up in a room in Granny's Bed and Breakfast and felt like they had been run over by a truck. When they found themselves lying in the same bed they were shocked first and feared something had happened that shouldn't have happened. But they sighed in relief when they found that they were fully clothed. "Do you remember what happened last night or how we got up here?", Malvina asked. "No", Cruella replied, still tired. "Me neither", stated Malvina. But then a thought crossed her foggy brain. "Maybe Emma or Regina brought us up here?" "Maybe", Cruella agreed. "So... who's Tyson?", the black-white-haired woman asked. Malvina Monroe gave her a shocked look. "How do you know him?" Cruella shrugged her shoulders. "I don't remember. Maybe you talked about him? It's just that his name was running through my mind since I woke up." Malvina looked sadly at Cruella. "He's my son", she answered. And all of a sudden, a wave of memories crashed Malvina's brain that still felt foggy from all the alcohol. Tyson. The sad look on his face when he watched his mother leaving. Giselle kicking her out of Monrolasia. Regina and Emma welcoming her to Storybrook. Meeting Cruella at Granny's. A tear ran down her cheek. She turned away from Cruella, unable to meet her eyes. "Please don't ask. I don't want to talk about him", she said with her voice breaking. Cruella carefully put her hand on Malvina's shoulder, who turned around and met her eyes. Cruella could see all the pain in her eyes. A damage. Just like David and James. But even worse. "Hey, Malvina. I'm here for you. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But if you like, we can be friends." And for the first time, Malvina smiled. "That sounds great. Thank you, Cruella." She put her hand on Cruella's, which was still resting on Malvina's shoulder. Then she closed her eyes and layed her cheek on her's and Cruella's hand which made Cruella grow closer and lay her cheek on Malvina's head. They enjoyed the moment and the way it felt. And in this moment, they both were happy.

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