Cruella one shots (Y/NxCruella)

Workdays II

𝗬/𝗡'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃

I was really happy Estella got out and helped me. After all she was not only the best and the Baroness loved her, but she also was stunning in every way possible. She already had other ideas, while still working on the same dress. I didn't. I was stuck with an awful designing blockade and with that I would have absolutely nothing to show off to the Boss. Except from a naked mannequin. The Baroness was going to fire my stupid ass, that was for sure.

Normally I got quite timid when I was talking with people, who I admired for their work. I stuttered, looked anywhere but their eyes and picked my skin. That was not the case with Estella though. I not only admired that gorgeous woman but I wanted her. And even if I knew we never shared a word together, I liked her.

As we saved that foolish raccoon, I could finally survey all her smallest details. Her red, long hair. Those green-ish eyes behind her everyday glasses. They looked intimidating with a glimmer of thoughts running through her head. I knew her mind was never quiet and would never get out of ideas. Whichever ideas they were. I could even smell her scent, which immediately blinded my still empty head. That woman looked exhausted but smelled like beautiful roses. She was even more gracious standing right in front of me, than I could've ever imagined.

After she turned and went away, I looked at the direction she disappeared seconds ago. Back in reality my attention was drawn to the red fabric, that fell out her black garbage bag. I kneeled down and picked the soft material up. My thumb slid gracefully over the red color, Estella had been holding in her hands. I frowned and stood back up to open the bag. Then I studied the rest of the fabrics, sewn together to reveal a glorious red and black dress.

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"Are you kidding me?!" I slapped the garbage bags back on Estellas desk, looking down at her.

"What do you want?" She answered in her husky voice, not looking up to her savior. Instead she was sewing blue and white fabric together.

"I want to save you, Estella. This is an excellent dress you made. What was it doing in the damn trash?" My voice was still soft as I was talking to her.

Finally she looked up at me and the dress in the bag. "It's shit. I have a blockade and this won't do for the Baroness." She answered, getting back to work on the other dress.

I opened my mouth in disbelief as I heard what the woman was saying. "You have a blockade? You, Estella? But-"

I was interrupted by her voice speaking up.
"Yes, Darling. Me, Estella. I have a god damn blockade and you are getting on my nerves so just go away."

Even though her loud voice shocked me a bit, I still couldn't let her fail. If she was about to sew a brand new dress for tomorrow, she was going to be fired as well. It was way too late to start from scratch. In fact, it was so late, that we were the only ones to keep the building company.

"Estella, please. You can't start on a new dress now. As much as I hate to say it but it's too late." I calmly laid one hand on her shoulder and looked into her tired eyes.

She looked up at me and we locked eyes for a moment or two.

"I have a blocked mind too right now. Maybe if we help each other we could still present some perfect dresses tomorrow. But really. That red-black dress of yours looks astonishing!" I loosened my grip on Estellas shoulder but still hold that beautiful eye contact with her.

She looked at me and was quiet for some time to take in what I had just said. "You like my dress? That dress I threw away?"

"Look at it, Estella! It has everything the Baroness could ever want. It's wild, crazy but still perfectly fit all together. This could be her signature piece." I raved about her creation.

She looked overwhelmed, which looked extremely cute, when she also looked tired.

"What? You think this node of dirty rags could be her signature piece?" She asked with a soft smile painted on her dark red lips. She definitely looked happier about the fact that I liked her dress, instead of her worrying about the Bosses opinion.

"I mean it. Now get that masterpiece out of that bag and please help me with my naked mannequin." Estella chuckled a bit and together we spend the night in the company. Creating our first dress together and 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝗢𝗺𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗲!
𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂!

-𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗝