De Vil (Male! Cruella x Fem!Reader) ✔️

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Newer Job

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A large crowd was gathered around  Liberty of London's display window. Horace and Jasper were among them.

Inside the display window, Y/n was sitting in a uncomfortable position, leaning her head against the glass while Elijah was cuddling Her by holding her waist in tight grip and had his head on her lap, snoring. 

Jasper thought they would've been looked cute if they weren't sitting on a display window for the whole population of London to watch. Also noticing the empty wine bottle, he cringed, thinking about the bad hangover his friends were going to have.

So he took pity on them and tried to wake them up by gently knocking on the glass right next to Y/n's head.

Elijah grumbled something in his sleep, tightening his hold on Y/n's waist and turned his head to the other side and Y/n didn't even move.

This time Horace knocked on the window louder.

Y/n jolted awake, causing Elijah's head to fall on ground with a loud thud and he cried out in pain. "Ow!"

"Why'd you two go to sleep in a window?"Horace exclaimed, amused.

"Who's... What..." Elijah asked, sitting up, looking around with unfocused eyes.

"Not so loud!" Y/n grunted, rubbing her forehead.

Y/n could hear whispers and cameras clicking around her. So she slowly opened her eyes, now fully sobered, and observed the situation.

"Oh..." she looked around and saw drawings and writings in the walls, definitely her work; then she looked at the mannequin from last night and gasped at it, wide-eyed. Did they really do that? Damn, they did really well.

Elijah looked at Y/n puzzled , then looked behind them where y/n pointed. His mouth hung open,  noticing the new dress on the mannequin was now displayed beautifully.

"Oh, but seriously, how much better do you look?" He asked the female mannequin as if it was going to answer him.

Y/n nodded absentmindedly.

Gerald, the manager, hummed as he opened the door to the display window and instantly let out a high pitched scream, "No! No!" He turned to the crowd and offered a fake smile saying, "Hello."  Then looked back at Y/n and Elijah, whisper-yelling, "Out! Out!"

"Oh, farts." Elijah grunted as he stood up successfully. He looked down at Y/n, who made a grabby hands demanding to help her to get on her feet. And like a good boy, he helped her.

Y/n swayed a little and felt the headache, " 'mma neva' drink 'gain." She groaned and let herself get dragged by Elijah, who was getting dragged by Gerald.

Gerald bumped into Horace, still keeping a tight hold on Elijah's shirt's collar, "Thousand apologies."

Horace feigned a groan as he silently pulled out Gerald's wallet.

Elijah looked back at him, yelling, "Horace, no!" While Y/n(even though she looked like a dead woman walking) gave Horace a thumbs up.

But Gerald was too busy to notice the theft, and pulled Elijah and Y/n in the middle of the store, announcing, "I'm calling the police, vandals."