Cruella one shots (Y/NxCruella)

Restless night

𝗬/𝗡'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃

I stayed at the warehouse quite often. Since Cruella and I bumped into each other, after one of her famous interruptions at the Baroness's, we always ran into each other again. Probably, because I wanted to see that woman so desperately over and over again. Once I figured, that Cruella bursted her nemesis's shows, I went to those events without hesitation. If I got the chance to see that mesmerizing woman recurrently, I would absolutely take it and so I did.

The first few interactions together were little. We gave us a small and rapid smile, before she ran for her life. After a few times of us just smiling, she dragged me with her, rushing into a tiny side-street.

We exchanged some beautiful words, I replayed every single day in my mind. Her low, mysterious voice instantly enchanted me, leaving me wanting more of her, than just those quick talks every month.

Soon enough we went out for dinner and I found out about Estella. Obviously she couldn't walk around as Cruella and sit in a restaurant, so she told me about her disguise.

To be honest, I found her interesting and attractive like no other. Talking about our life's, we realized how much we had in common. For example we both didn't have parents anymore and had to steal to keep living.

Having built a relationship with her, she introduced me to her two roommates. Jasper, a tall, hopeless romantic and Horace, a funny man with no satiety.

After a few months of Cruella and I just being friends, we started dating and became the happiest couple on earth. Both of the men clearly told me, how insane I was to seriously date Cruella. Not Estella, but Cruella.

Perhaps I was crazy but living a risky life was way more fun, than just sitting, chatting and doing nothing all day. At least that was my point on view and I loved her.

~

Once again I stayed at the warehouse, waiting for Cruella to return from her day at work. I knew she was busy and needed to rest after she came back. The Baroness made her workdays awful and exhausting. Jasper and Horace were walking the five dogs and I decided to fill in the bathtub for Cruella. I made her a cup of her favorite tea and turned to the elevator, which was gliding down. Through the crack in the wooden floor, I watched Estella looking down, slowly approaching the only way to get up.

I immediately frowned and knew something was going on in the head of hers. Normally, when she came home, she ripped that scratchy wig off of her head and shouted for me, to let me know she returned. Now, she was silent, still with the red wig on.

Not saying a word, I waited for her to arrive upstairs and looked at her, as she stepped out the elevator. Gazing down, she wandered over to me. I rapidly put the tea, I held in my hand for her, on the desk and leaned in for a grand and close hug.

Cruella's eyes were glassy and watery. Her nose red, just like her cheeks. The woman's head fell onto my shoulder, as her body tightened around mine. I could feel her sobbing from her shaky back gliding up and down.

"What happened, sweetheart? What did she do to you?" I asked, placing my one hand on her back, caressing it and the other one stroked through her red wig.

Cruella didn't answer immediately after my question. She kept crying for a little while, until she let out a sigh. "She talked badly about my mother again. She said she knew someone who was more incompetent than Rodger. Then she turned to me and reminded me of her falling off the cliff that night." Her voice sounded wobbly and cracked from time to time.

My gaze went blank and rapidly filled with anger at the Baroness. "She will pay for this." I whispered and kissed Cruella's forehead, loosening our proximity. Cupping her face, I brushed away her flowing tears down her cheeks. "Estella-"