LegendBeforeYou

*The Viper's Pet (Male!Cruella DeVilxReader) Part 1* ~Author's Note: For those of you who are new: STOP! There's an installment before this since this is kinda like a sequel. Link is provided down below!! :)~ ~To others, welcome welcome!! So a little heads up: this first part is gonna be a bit long cause, well, <3Cruelle<3 lol. Everyone enjoy!!~ The next two and a half months as Cruelle De Vil’s muse went by quick enough, and you have begun to genuinely enjoy the relationship of muse and artist—or ‘master’, as he continually refers to himself as. You know you had said you’d adapt to his dry yet sexualize

~Author's Note: So this is very belated cause I got major writer's block halfway through that postponed this for weeks. So tada!! Note that this is the LIVE ACTION version, not animated~ ~**IMPORTANT**: I am using J Scott Campbell's "Fawn Girl" as a reference. Please go look it up before reading. Thank you!!~ The moss-covered earth crunches beneath your steps as you move through the enchanted forest, faeries and sprites festooned with fantastic, sparkling feathers and wings flying overhead and singing the day’s beauty. They flit around your twisting antlers and ankles as they gracefully leap flower to flower, sometimes gliding down yo

Chapter Two: Meeting Faye was waiting outside of the hotel she was left at when LeFou set out to collect breakfast for Gaston & himself the next morning. This time, she was clothed in a yellow cotton dress with a modest neckline, her unruly, curly red hair pulled back with a matching yellow ribbon. Even with a far-less expensive gown on, Faye looked every bit as out of place as she had last night. She was turning the curious gaze of several passersby as she went to greet LeFou, even if she didn't notice it. But, as it turned out, the woman from last night wasn't a fabrication of his mind. & she had sought him out this morning. "I hope you d

Chapter One: Drunkard Gaston slammed his empty ale mug down on the table & wiped his mouth lazily with the back of his wrist. His ever-faithful servant, LeFou, was worried for the man, but didn't have the nerve to tell Gaston that he was terribly drunk at this point, & should head home for bed. Thankfully, the hunter had the same notion anyway & dragged his sorry self from the bar, letting out an ungentlemanly belch. Of course, the triplet prostitutes that graced the bar every night weren't bothered at all by the crass behavior, but encouraged it, giggling & hanging from his arms as he stumbled to his feet. One begged him to take her home wi