Cruella one shots (Y/NxCruella)

Feels like dreaming I

𝗬/𝗡'𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘃

The way she walked in. The way she didn't bother other peoples gaze on her skin. The way she just sat down on her working table to start sewing her newest ideas out of her head. Opposite of me.

They all overwhelmed me instinctively and my eyes couldn't help but inspect her every detail from the first morning she had arrived here in the house of Baroness.

Whenever she passed by my table or let me know, she saw my looks on her, my body rushed with emotions and it began to burn. It felt like getting into a too hot shower but then getting used to the warm drops of water on your naked skin. Calming down, with every new second you stood in this steamy shower.

On this day, I was staring at this enchanting woman once again. Her long red hair fell over her shoulders almost onto the table. Her black glasses sat still on her flawlessly shaped nose. However, she made the effort to correct it's place all few seconds.

Her eyes fluttered straight to me. We locked our gaze for a moment, before I couldn't take her staring at me any longer and turned away. Getting some new fabrics, I didn't actually need, I could see her grin, while she kept on working.

My cheeks were blushed in a lipstick red and I thought my skin was burning from inside. I gulped and got back to my seat. Trying not to let my look fall onto her again, she suddenly stood right behind me.

"You should focus on your work, darling." Estella whispered, while placing her soft hand on my shoulder, grazing my hand, as she reached for some black strings, laying on my table. "Use them. They will look wonderful on your design." And with that, she left me alone, leaving me shaking and with her magnetic scent lingering in my nose.

I didn't quite know what she did to me but just her pure company was enough to make my heart race and my mind shut down. I never felt this kind of emotion before but it certainly was getting to me and I could not get this woman out of my head.

As she wanted, I took the black threads and sew them onto the dress I was creating. It was a light yellow fabric, decorated with an elegant ribbon to hold everything in place. It's neckline had the form of a V and was held basic in a white fabric, which was the top of the design. I placed the threads onto the sides of the waist and looked at my finished creation.

I loved it. It was basic but in the exact right amount. The boss would love it, I thought.

"She's coming!" Jeffrey shouted and pulled me out of my own little world. All of us rolled the clothed mannequins in front of the single work desks and stood right in position, ready for our faith.

Today, the Baroness wasn't alone. Estella stood beside the maniac with a clipboard and a pen. She let her gaze wander around the silent people, before locking her eyes on mine.

I gulped. Her opinion was way more important for me, than the one from the psycho was. Luckily, I stood at the end of the line, so I had time to think about what I wanted to say. For sure, the Baroness wouldn't let me talk though, but having a backup plan was for the better.

As they strolled nearer and the maniac exclaimed how stupid we all were, to seriously produce these dreadful designs, my heart began to race faster. My gaze was straight forward, not looking the boss in the eyes.

She stopped at my creation and analyzed it for some quiet seconds. "Better. Still not good." She nodded, as she pointed her index finger at the mannequin.

"Actually, Baroness?" The red haired woman spoke up, correcting the place of her glasses again. "If you put an eye on the sides of the dress, you can see a color game of black, white and yellow." She paused for a moment, to let the Baroness take in her said words. "She clearly has potential."