Mama I’m in Love With a Fictional Character ~ Male! Cruella Devil x Reader: Cat and Mouse Pt. 1

“That is it!” You screech, throwing down the piece of fur you were struggling to work with onto the worn-down worktable. You storm out of the workshop surprising a few of your fellow coworkers in the process.

You clench and unclench your fists as you stride through the striking black, white, and red marbled halls of House of De’Vil. Yup you, an aspiring costume designer had a job at the biggest fashion designer company in London. In all of England really. But that came at the price of working for the most agitating, bullheaded, indescribably egotistical, diva-like man in the entire universe. The one and only Cruello De-Vil.

You tap your boots in a rhythmic motion as you wish the glass elevator to reach the top floor faster. Your (F/c) skirt swishing back and forth with each tap. “He is finally going to get a piece of my mind. He has got to stop giving me these practically impossible designs to build! I’m a costume designer for god’s sake! I don’t build these overly extravagant useless fur coats!”

“Useless you say? Oh, darling I know that word didn’t just leave those pretty little lips of yours,” You hear a velvety yet, snake-like voice say as soon as the elevator dings open.

“Mr. De-Vil—You heard me?” You step back slightly taken aback at the fact that the man you were about to give a piece of your mind to is currently in front of you rather than his usual place in his office. And is throwing off your composure with a mere look from those icy blue eyes of his.

He clicks his tongue and takes a puff of that irritating cigarette he always carries with him. “How many times must I tell you to call me Cruello? And of course, I heard you, the whole building could hear your little tirade.” Then with a devious smirk pulling at his lips he motions you to follow him into his office.

You let out a sigh and follow ignoring the pitying glances thrown your way. Once you enter and close the door behind you, you stare up at the monochromatic-styled fashion mogul. From his infamous fur coat to his black and red suit pantsuit combo if he weren’t so infuriating, the man would probably be handsome. You couldn’t deny your attraction as much as you tried to hide it. But you refused to be another one of those silly women reduced to a panting mess at the mere sight of him.

“So, it appears my little bee has a problem with the assignment I’ve given her hm? I must say (Y/n) I thought you could anything.” Cruello says with a sneer.

You redden and you have to bite back a sharp remark that involves him shoving his assignments up where the sun doesn’t shine. But you want to keep your job, so you stay quiet.

Cruello raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow at you and walks towards you until he has you trapped between him and the wall behind you. “My, my nothing from my usually spunky (Y/n)?” He takes a long drag of smoke and lets it out in a perfect O. You want to brush it away from your face and cough so badly, but you hold back because heaven forbid you to do that. Cruello was known for his temper after all.

“I just have nothing to say that’s all sir.”

He leans in further and gets close enough that you’re practically nose to nose. You curse yourself for letting your eyes flit down to his lips and then back to his artic eyes a quick thought of a kiss swiping across your mind. This action, unfortunately for you, does not go unnoticed by Cruello.

He looks down at your own lips and for a minute you tense in anticipation thinking he’s actually going in for it. Wait what? No no no no! You can not have these thoughts about your boss. He’s infuriating and egotistical and all of these obscure designs that he has been making you make for him have been driving you up a wall. Yet, you can’t help the attraction that pulls magnetically every time you meet with him.

Cruello moves closer and just before your lips connect he side steps and moves to the shell of your ear. “Miss (Y/n), you can and will make that coat and bring it to my flat completely finished tonight no later than nine o’clock or mon fleur you will regret it.” He whispers and as he pulls away you could have sworn he placed a small, feather-light kiss on the underside of your jaw. But, it could have just been your imagination.

Cruello struts back to his desk as if he were a proud lion who just caught his dinner. “You are dismissed, darling. And remember nine o’clock. Don’t be late.” He says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

It takes a while for you to gather yourself and snap yourself out of the daze that viper put you in. But when you do, you finally have the strength to turn around and slam the door shut behind you but not before hearing a soft dark chuckle from the devil’s office.


“How the hell does he expect me to do this?!” You yell as you stare at the black and white fur in your sewing machine staring back at you as if it were mocking you.

“The viper gave you another impossible assignment again?” Jasmine, your best friend, and fellow costume designer said as she came into your part of the workshop.

You let out a tired sigh and fix the needle on your sewing machine for what felt like the umpteenth time. “Yea, pretty much. And this would be the third outrageous piece of clothing he’s made me make. From a sleek black and silver suit with blood-red cufflinks to a mermaid style, rather revealing and low-cut black and white dress with a red shawl and this—” you gesture to the half-done black and white fur coat sitting in your sewing machine. “Monochromatic fur coat.”

Jasmine just lets out a chuckle and you send her a cold look. She in return puts her hands up in defense and lets out another laugh. “I mean no offense girl, it’s just funny because you can’t see that he’s making you make both his and your outfits for the upcoming masquerade ball.”

You splutter. “What? There is no way! I mean sure the measurements are oddly close to mine, but that doesn’t mean anything! He has had me model a few of his designs before and act somewhat like a muse. So, this isn’t anything different, just more irritating and infuriating.”

“Uh-huh. You do realize you’re basically the only one in the whole costume department—hell, probably the whole building that he personally requests to do things for him. I mean for Christ’s sake (Y/n) if I had a dollar for every time I heard you being summoned over the comms I’d be rich.”

With a roll of your eyes, you just merely shrug off her comment and turn back to your work. Jasmine just shakes her head and gives you a bemused smile. “I’m just saying girl, the viper has caught his prey.” Then she turns and heads back out to her own workspace.

Once she’s gone you surprisingly manage to sew yet another piece together without breaking yet another needle “What she said is preposterous. He can’t possibly see me more than a simple designer to do his bidding. And I certainly don’t see him as more than my boss. Nope, not me.”

You didn’t know how wrong you were…

Mama I’m In Love With A Fictional Character: Envy x Reader~I’ll Stand By You Pt. 2

You stood in front of your front door as your shifted the grocery bags onto your left arm so you could find you keys. Usually, you’d get takeout or bribe Edward into getting the groceries for you if he were nearby. He usually made a huge stink about doing it, but it certainly gave Envy a laugh.

A smile stretches across your features as you think of the Homunculus. It’s been at least a full year since everything went down. For punishment, the government—thanks to Edward and surprisingly Roy, gave Envy the punishment of being under house arrest for a whole year instead of having to spend time in jail. And even more lucky for you, it happened to be your house that he was cooped up in.

At first it wasn’t easy dealing with him twenty-four-seven. You quickly came to realize that he was a complete drama queen with a penchant for using his shape shifting abilities to prank you. But he could be really charming and sweet when he wanted to be.

And that’s exactly why you went out to get groceries. Today was a very special day. It was the day that Envy’s house arrest finally ended so you wanted to surprise him with a homemade dinner and make him his favorite dessert—a strawberry sundae, to celebrate with him.

You finally got a hold of your keys and swung the door open. “Envy! I’m back!” You call out into a seemingly empty house. No response came back. You walk towards the kitchen and put the groceries down onto the counter. “I wonder where that palm-treed-lizard is? He could be sleeping; God knows he sleeps like a rock. But I hope that he isn’t trying to pull another prank on me.” You mutter.

As you start pulling the groceries out and start getting dinner ready, you feel long, lithe arms wrap around your waist pulling you into a strong chest. “Now, why oh why would I pull a prank on my sweet, little (y/n)?”

A chuckle passes your lips as you turn around in his grasp looking up at the gleaming, purple irises you’ve come to love. Yep, love. Although neither of you have said those three words—you were too nervous and could never spit it out when you wanted to, and you were pretty sure Envy wasn’t entirely sure how to say it either, it was clear that the both of you cared for each other deeply.

“Considering you are the one who shapeshifted into a cat of all things one time just because I wasn’t giving you enough attention and I’m a sucker for cats…I would say it’s entirely likely you would.”

He lets out a chuckle and puts his chin on top of your head. “Fair enough, I guess. So, why the groceries? Doesn’t Pipsqueak usually get us these?”

You giggle at his nickname for Edward. Oh, if he only heard him. “Well mister. These are for a special surprise I have for a certain homunculus tonight.”

A cocky smirk graces Envy’s lips and he cocks his head slightly. “Oh, a surprise for me? What ever have I done to warrant something like this?” He asks coyly.

Shaking your head, you kick his home arrest anklet. “It’s because in a couple of hours, thing comes off and you can finally step outside again! So, until then, shoo! I need you out of sight while I put together your surprise.” You say as you lightly shove him and wiggle out of his grasp.

Envy just shakes his head at you. “And if I don’t wanna?” He challenges.

You give him a smirk that rivals his own. The kind that he always loved seeing from you. Not many—or really not any humans could challenge him and stick to their ground as well as you. That’s one of the many reasons why he loved you.

Wait what?

Love? He loved you?

A look of realization mixed with confusion briefly flits across Envy’s face but before you could ask him about it he quickly replaces it with a smirk again. With a raise of his hands, he backs up a bit. “Fine, fine. You win. I’ll go into our room for a while and let you make this surprise or whatever.” Then he turned around and started up the stairs. As he did though, you could have sworn you heard him mutter something like “And figure out what this love feeling is while I’m at it.” You chose to pay it no mind for now though and started back on your work.

As you moved swiftly through each task your mind begins to wander. A habit of yours that tends to happen quite often. So often that it’s one of Envy’s favorite things to pick on. Ironically enough, it is that palm-treed-lizard that is occupying your thoughts. To think that it has only been a year and so many things have happened, so many memories. But, in just a few hours when Envy finally gets that anklet off and receives his freedom, would he leave you in the dust?

You shook your head. No, you shouldn’t think such thoughts he would never do that to you. The bond the both of you share is too strong. But still, the thought still lingers. Next thing you know you have everything prepared and plated. Which causes you to stop for a moment. ‘Geez, I must have been really deep in thought to go into auto pilot like this.’ You think.

“Envy, you can come down now! Everything is ready!” you call out to him. Looking over the table and the surrounding area you can’t help but smile. It was all of his favorite dishes, there was a vase of flowers he told you once that he didn’t hate, there were so many things in this small little area that reminded you of your time with him this year. You hoped he would find it just as special.

You hear the pad of his footsteps on the stairs and a small smirk graces your features as you hear a small gasp that escaped Envy’s lips even though he tried to hide it. “My, is the great Envy blushing?” you tease as you lean against a corner of the table you decorated with colors of green and (f/c).

Envy splutters slightly and then a look of conflict flickers across his face, but he quickly dispels it and closes the distance between the two of you quicker than you can say “The Truth”. “Me? Blushing? Ha, as if someone as perfect as me could—ok fine, you irritating human, quit giving me that look. I was blushing alright? You surprised me with all of this. A year ago, if you would have told me that I would be spending basically twenty-four-seven with a human and, heh, falling in love with them and not wanting to actually kill them I would have told you were nuts.”

You would have had a retort at his little remark but, you couldn’t get past the fact he actually said the words love you. You blink up at him and nearly falter in his grasp. “Envy, did you just say—”

He grins a cat-like grin and kisses you with a passion you never felt from him. Once you part, flushed and breathless you can only smile up at him. “Can I take that as a yes?”

Envy gives a chuckle and kisses the top of your head. “What do you think? Now, are we going to enjoy this little surprise you made or not?”

Giving a light chuckle you, both sit down and dig in. Through all of it you couldn’t keep your eyes off of Envy your fears dispelled. He loved you and you loved him. You two were meant to stand by each other since you met. Since the day you yelled at him to continue his life and live it with you. You and him, a homunculus and a human.

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