The Guardian of Halloween [A Disney Fanfic]

ℭ𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬 𝔇𝔢 𝔙𝔦𝔩 [𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 1]

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Cruello De Vil x fem! Reader

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Y/N had just about lost all patience for her life. She would have loved to dumb it down to a single thing that was driving her to the brink, but her life was so messy it was hard to pick a single thread to unravel.

For one, there was her boss. An uptight man with no regard for good hygiene or personal space, who had no sort of filter for the thoughts flickering in his mind, appropriate for the workspace or otherwise, and who was a rather ugly mess who sweat a borderline unhealthy amount and smelled fouler than the dump.

Then there were her coworkers, who seemed to throw her into the lion's den so to speak and force her to deal with their boss while they ran for the hills like cowardly sheep. No one dared to contradict their boss especially when it came to Y/N. She was his favourite, in a terrifying type of way.

Of course, there was the commute to and from work. Y/N had no way to get to the office by transport as the bus going to the building was always packed to the brim like a can of sardines with people who were already smelling foul from the constant dreary weather of London. And of course, since the dress code for the office stated that everyone must be dressed to their best, that implied that all the women must wear heels of at least one inch, lest they be subjected to the hawk-like eye of the secretary at the front door and side-eyes from co-workers for the rest of the day. As a result, Y/N's feet always ached by the time she got to the office, enduring a long half-hour walk with heels that were less than ideal, arms full of paperwork and files, half the time drenched despite the umbrella that was glued to her wrist whenever she left her flat.

And finally, there was the flat itself. It would have been fine if Y/N had been granted the proper time to organise and clean. But she hadn't. With the long commute to and from work, plus the long hours which usually involved an unhealthy amount of overtime, Y/N was often too exhausted by the time the evening rolled around to even make herself a proper supper. Some days, she simply flopped onto her couch, fully dressed, too tired to think about changing into her night clothes.

Today, it had somehow been worse. She was running late due to her distance from her alarm clock and had completely slept through her alarm. She had stayed at work an extra two hours the night before and had ended up getting back to her flat at eight, drenched to the bone in rain, her feet aching worse than they ever had, starving, and exhausted. She had flopped onto her couch without even glancing at the clock and had fallen asleep without supper. And now, she was late. Too late. There was a meeting scheduled for that morning at eight-thirty and it was already quarter til nine. She wasn't going to make the meeting. There was a chance she wasn't even going to make it to work on time. Thankfully, she had a fairly good attendance record so a single late day wouldn't be the death of her. Or so she hoped.

Twenty minutes later – record time she thought – she stumbled through the front door of the office, her hair matted and sticking to her skin, drenched with sweat and rain.

"Late, Miss L/N," the receptionist chided. "I thought you had a meeting this morning." She knew full well that Y/N had missed the meeting.

Y/N said nothing and headed to her desk, fighting back curse words and tears alike. The seat at her cubicle was about the only thing that would bring her even a fraction of comfort.

But the morning wasn't done with her yet. It still had another dose of irritation for her.

As she ducked around the receptionist's desk, she headed down the hall that would take her to her desk. But as she hurried down the hall, swiping at bits of parchment as they slipped from her fingers, she failed to notice where she was going until she collided with something that felt like a wall. She let out a yelp as she fell to the floor, her papers going everywhere as her knees buckled. She heard a crack and as she landed, she turned to see that one of her heels had cracked.