Fur Persuasion |Discontinued|

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Male! Cruella De Vil x Fem! Animal Lover !Reader

This isn't going to be a series anymore.  I'm making one shots, but if you want, you can see this as a first time meeting between the two.

              A growl wanted to surface.  You could feel it rumble deep within the hollow of your chest, threatening to bubble out of your throat.  Swallowing, you forcefully sucked in some air to keep it at bay as you awkwardly tried to keep the pleasant smile from breaking on your face.  


        The clock ticked, laughing at your discomfort the more you had to suffer listening to these men in suits.  You were done with talking.  Not like it made the difference to them.  You could give them a lecture about the meaning of ‘no’, but all that would do was fall into deaf ears as they pushed a fatter check into your direction.  


        Looking up from your plate of limp salad, you assessed them once again, taking in every detail the eye could see.  Crisp, top of the line satin fell limp on their backs and arms, telling you of their lack of hard labor.  Probably sat around doing nothing but clanking away at a computer or signing documents, you concluded vaguely, eyeing their thin fingers.  Sliding your eyes over, you spied the glint of shiny, encrusted metal, lowly tick away under their sleeve.  Who knew what god-knows-who designer spent their time designing it, just to mock you at this very moment.  


        Oh, how cruel they were.  


        With a flick, the limb it was attached to jumped and jerked, snapping you out of your muffled mind.  


       “Ms. [L. Name}!  Have you heard what we’ve been saying?”  A baffled tone sliced your eardrums with its frequency, making you wince.  “These animals are in-“


        Your patience wore thin at the next mention of your animals.  What did they know?  They’ve never even cared about them until your mother’s death!


        A feral hum bubbled out of your throat, cutting off his next words.  “I don’t care!”  At your outburst, their mouths gaped, repulsed at your usual quiet nature.  Widening your eyes, you bit your lip with a sharp canine and breathed in, to calm your already pulsing nerves.  Something that would only be done if they would just leave.  “For the very last time, my answer is no.  Never.  Not ever!”  You dropped your voice an octave to get your point across, nice and sharp.  


        “Bu-“


        “I’m not hearing another word of this.  Get out, or I’ll have authorities on your arses.”  You turned, not sparing them a glance as you picked at your sad excuse of a lunch for the past couple of weeks.  But compared to them, it was all the more interesting.  


         With peaked ears, you heard their paperwork and business cases clutter and crinkle hurriedly, but not without a few words of warning: “We’ll be back, your dwindling fortune will not stay with you forever, Miss.  Your cooperation is wanted, but it isn’t needed.  This establishment is not proper for these specimen’s lifestyle!  They’re close to be-“


        “Get out!”  You barked loudly, almost spitting out a leaf of lettuce.  “Get off my property!  These animals will never be yours!”  Trembling furiously, you could barely keep your calm in these meetings.  They just couldn’t stop talking.  You were tired of it.    


         Hurried footsteps creaked the hollow wood of your floor before rattling the frame of the entrance, telling you of their leaving. Though the rattle stung your ears, you couldn’t help but sigh in happiness at the now quiet sanctum of your shop, where only cute plushies and whatever a pet owner could need assembled.  


        You released a pent of sigh from your burning lungs before sucking in gulp of much needed oxygen.  Bristled nerves still spiked with annoyance still cutting at their ends.  Stabbing your fork into another poor leaf, you grumbled incomprehensible curses at what your grandmother left you to deal with.  


        You never knew it was this bad.  How in the world was she able to do it for all those years?  


        On your tongue, the shredded lettuce seemed to sour as your mood went south, deeper into questioning and utter annoyance.  The lettuce even began to taste bitter and salty with every exaggerated chew you took.  You grimaced at the taste spitting it back onto your plate, to be stabbed hazardously by a plastic fork and shoved into the garbage beside your front desk.  They’ve spoiled your lunch nevertheless your day.  


        Peeved, you crouched behind the front counter to retrieve some wipes and some peace before you got up and faced the front.  Maybe, you should close early?  You don’t have much of patience with others nowadays.  If you couldn’t deal with adults, you certainly wouldn’t be able to handle the rambunctiousness of children, no matter how much you loved them for it.  


       Too deep in your thoughts to move or even listen to what was happening outside, you failed to hear the deafening roar of an engine zoom by and  to your little establishment in the rural.  You didn’t hear the distinct click of keys nor the abrupt slamming of a car door either, nor did you flinch at the sudden jingle of the store’s entrance bell, warning of a new customer.  But what you lacked in hearing, you made up for in instinct:  someone was in the shop and smoking a death stick.  


         “I’m sorry, but there’s a policy of no smoking, and, unfortunately, we’re closing early today,” You apologized civilly, biting down the need to snap.  “Please come back another day… without the stick.”  There was no need to turn around and look at them, no matter how much you wanted to snatch the stick out of their mouth.  It was probably one of those occasional customers that lost their way.  Rarely anyone came out here, well… besides children and their guardians.  


         No answer.


        You paid no mind, probably looking around wondering where the animals are.  “The animals will be waiting tomorrow.”  


        “But I want to see them now,” A voice cold as it was whiny pricked your ears up at attention, lulling your senses almost like seduction.  “I’ve driven all the way here, darling, don’t make me leave so soon.”  


         Stopping your rummaging and feeling a vein throb on your forehead, you bit back your retort of who cares and decided to be courteous.  This person wasn’t the men who’ve harassed you for so many months.  This, by the voice, was a man who wanted to see some animals, never done something against you.  


        He just wasn’t going to see them today, that’s all.  


       “I’m sorry for the in-“


        The words that wanted to leave your mouth died at your tongue upon first glimpse of him.  Though a cloud of green smoke kept most of his features obscure, you could catch some definitive ones that you just had to get a closer look at.  


         A mane of black and white, divided evenly across his head, was the first thing that caught your attention, only to be taken away next by his finally tuned sharpness of his dark brows.  His eyes, ever so frigid, were almost blue if it wasn’t for the translucence of the smoke.  Taking a wider scope of his face, you glided over strong yet feminine features of his face.  Or was it just the makeup that smothered them into a smooth surface?        


         Who in the hell was this?


         Sharply inhaling, you felt your lungs constrict painfully at the lack of air and the absence of clean oxygen.  An abrupt cough escaped you, scrapping your throat and wetting your eyes.  But, you somehow kept your cool, still hypnotized by the man in front of you.  “May you please put out your cigarette, sir?”  


         With a narrowed eyes, the man seemed as entranced by you, but on a more analyzing level rather than your fascinated one.  All the more, your statement made his lips, thin and narrow and pink?, curl upwards in a cruel yet amused manner.  “Since you said please.”  Never breaking eye contact with you, he snapped sharply, alerting hurried footsteps to take his cigarette stick holding the burning candle and silence it on an ash tray.  


        With eyes still on you, he came closer, bending over the counter to be just inches from you, the smoke still stuck to him like glue.  “From what I’ve heard, you don’t look like you bite.”  


         And like a spell, whatever you saw in him broke and shatter to little pieces as you looked at his state of dress.  Fine clothing, from what looked like the finest of silk was weaved into a suit of black and white with red lining.  A bracelet of spikes encrusted in diamonds on each wrist settled nicely aside from fancy metal while red gloves encased his long fingers.  


         But what you saw on his shoulders was the truest of atrocities you’ve ever witnessed.  Fur sewn onto silky, red cloth rested limp and dead on his shoulders.  Cream, the color of comfort, was once the warmth a mink, and now it was the worth of this man.  


        This viper with eyes of the coldest of winters, who was more than likely coming to take what was yours also.  


        A smirk tipped the corner of your lips, dried and bitten.  If he wanted to ‘talk’, you would give him that.  “My bark scares them off before I can sink my teeth in.”  


         And that is the beginning of his fur persuasion.