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

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13.
One Step Closer

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The next morning, in his shop, Artie was reading the first page of the newspaper, which had the news of Cruel and Hella's death.

When the shop bell tinkled, indicating a new customer had arrived, he looked up towards the door and gasped, noticing none other than Elijah and Y/n disguised in baggy clothes, hats and mustache (Elijah).

Elijah smirked and Y/n winked at Artie, who gaped at them in astonishment.

The bell tinkled again and a customer entered the shop.

"We're closed." Elijah told the woman, who looked at them confused, but hurried away, closing the door behind her anyway.

"Sorry for losing you a customer." Y/n retorted, not looking sorry at all. "And no, we are not zombies."

Artie chuckled at that, then pointed at the newspaper on his desk, "I was just reading about you, the puppy killers."

"Oh, well, we do love spots." Elijah smirked.

"You didn't." Artie narrowed his eyes at them suspiciously.

Elijah shook his head, and assured, "We didn't."

While Y/n dramatically placed her hand on her chest, feigning a hurt expression. "How could you believe that rubbish, Art. You know, I love dogs." Then she smirked, " more than anything."

Elijah's head instantly turned to her as he pouted, making an odd sad noise.

Y/n rolled her eyes and patted his hat-covered head, "I love you too, you big puppy."

Apparently satisfied with the answer, he turned back to Artie, who was staring at them in amusement. 'Ah, they are together again' Artie thought happily.

"I do trust you princess, but not the bloodthirsty Prince Charming over there."

"Hey!" Elijah exclaimed, offended, making Y/n and Artie laugh.

Elijah huffed, crossing his arms, "Yeah, yeah, I know I have been acting out for the last few weeks. Sorry about that." He said to Artie (who just nodded, accepting the apology as he walked out of the counter and hugged Y/n).

"But people do need a villain to believe in, so I'm happy to fit the bill." Elijah shrugged, smiling as Y/n went back to his side, intertwining their hands.

"Fabulous." Artie commented, resting one hand on his hip and the other one on the counter to lean against it. "Small point, aren't you two dead?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We are. Yes." Y/n Insisted in a convincing sad voice.

Elijah nodded sorrowfully, "Sad, really."

Artie also played along and made a sad face.

"But also helpful." Y/n added cheerfully.

Then Elijah looked at Artie with a serious face, "Now, Artie, we have a plan."

Artie nodded, "Of course you do."

"And you're going to help us with it?" Y/n questioned with a hopeful voice.

Artie hummed, "Mmm. What do I get?"

"A night of fabulousness and mayhem and possible death." Elijah listed out and grinned when Y/n hit his arm lightly, giving him a look.