Disney Villains X Reader
-Human!Scar
-Male!Cruella de Vil
-Male!Mother Gothel
Requested by @Trappedfantasy
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A/n- images aren't exactly accurate but those were the hottest ones I could find hehe. I couldn't find any good Gothel ones, however.
"Take my ice cream! I don't have any money!" You cried, holding the pint of (f/i/c/f) out to the three men, "Wait, no! Get out!"
They closed the door of your apartment, and you scrambled out of your seat.
"You have something of ours."
They were all well known robbers, and you thought they were in prison. But noooooo! (Y/n) is always wrong!
There was a tan skinned male, a heavy amount of hair that came to his shoulders. He had a small mustache, and he was grinned at you, revealing his perfect teeth. His brown eyes glistened at you. He wore a black, long sleeved, a red vest, and black dress pants and shoes. Gothel.
The other was a pale man with white and black locks on either side of his head. It was tossed in a 'i-just-woke-up-but-it's-attractive' way, the same length of the man's hair from before. He wore a fancy white under shirt and a black vest. A black tie fell loosely from his collar. A cream colored fur coat hung from his shoulders, and he rolled his shoulders, causing the coat to fall from around him. Black shoes and pants adorning his fashionable sense, along with red gloves and black wristlets. He gracefully placed it onto your couch, smirking at you, blue eyes scanning your form.
Cruell Deville.
Lastly, a darker skinned man who leaned against the wall, fiddling with a tooth pick. His vivid green eyes showed no interest as he examined the room. His long, brown locks fell messily onto his shoulders, strands falling over his face. A long, tinted scar came across his right eye. He wore jeans, a black skirt, and dress shoes. He caught you staring, grinning at you mischievously.
Scar.
And they were all extremely attractive.
"Hi." Scar greeted, and you pulled your (f/c) blanket over you, hiding your plaid pajamas pants and (f/f) shirt. You were just thankful you had on a bra.
You squealed, jumping back, your recliner chair flipping over completely.
You fell back, groaning when you hit the floor.
The three men chuckled, Cruell stalking towards you.
"Check the apartment, I'll get the girl."
His hands roamed your form, then roughly picked up up, throwing you over his shoulders.
"Hey!" You cried, struggling in his hold.
"You're going to tell us where that ring you just got is-"
"Damn, I know you're into fashion but there's no need for you to do all this for a ring-"
He tossed you onto your bed like you were nothing, growling.
"You're going to tell me where it is. Or you'll loose something even more important to you."
Fear stretched onto your face.
No no no no no not my vir-
"Your phone." Scar hummed, holding it above him as he walked into the room.
The fear was replaced by pure horror.
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, Darling, we would." Gothel said, coming into view.
You screeched, jumping up to grab it.
Cruell pinned you back down, slightly hovering over your frame.
"Tell is where the ring is." He seethed through gritted teeth, "Now."
You bit your lip, sighing in defeat.
"Behind the painting of the ocean hanging in the hallway."
They all ran out, grinning. You grabbed your bat that sat at the side of your bed for protection, racing after them.
You threw it in the air above the dark-toned brunette, but his hand quickly caught it before it could reach his head, not even turning around.
Cruell once more tossed you over his shoulders, and you yelped.
"Hey! It's three against one, I shoulder get a head start or something!"
The trio laughed, and when they pulled back the painting, they stopped.
It was just a wall.
"Haha, Happy really-late April Fools-"
You were pinned against the wall, "Where. Is. It." Scar hissed, Gothel smirked at his actions.
Then, his eyes fell.
"Scar, Cruell. The rings on her fingers."
They all froze, looking at your left right hand. A ring was placed around on your middle finger. A golden band, silver gems placed delicately. In the center, a larger, red crystal.
You glazed down at it before up at them.
"No way. This is mine. You can have anything else but this. I will not let you take this off of me."
Gothel scoffed, Scar growled, and Cruell hummed.
"Fine. We won't take it off."
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You sat in the back seat of a black truck, Cruell holding your hands as the two other men tied your limbs.
"But my phone! And my ice cream will melt!" You squirmed, Gothel giggled at your words.
"Darling, I support that you shut up."
"Stop calling me 'Darling'!" You struggled against the hands of the men.
"What do you suppose us call you, Minx?" Scar purred, and you squirmed even more.
"I'm not going to tell you, you monsters-"
"I don't suppose you'd like a bullet to your head," Cruell tightened the ropes around your wrists, causing you to wince.
"(Y/n). My names (Y/n)."
"Stunning name, (Y/n)." He crawled into the left seat, holding your down as the others finished tying your legs to the seat.
When they finished, the two went to the front seat.
"I trust Scar in driving, this time, Gothel." Cruell yelled, leaving a whining black haired male to slum into the passengers seat.
"So what are we going to do with the beautiful lady when we get the ring off." Got bel turned around to look at you, grinning.
"Have some fun~" Cruell chuckled, and you yelped.
"After that?" Scar looked at the two of you in the mirror.
"Keep her-"
"I am no pet-"
"For a maid and for playing around..."
A son escaped your lips, "Please, I'll give you the ring, just let me go."
Cruell looked up, as if thinking, "Well, where's the fun in that? Either way we get the ring!"
"Why do you even want it?" You elbowed him, silent tears escaping your eyes.
"Because it's a weapon to kill the person who gave it to you." Scar grinned, bitting his lip.
"What?"
"Hah, yeah. That little inventor-boyfriend of yours?" Gothel hummed, "He's helping out little our little friends to do something," He pointed between the trio, "We don't want them to do."
"Friends? Ha." Cruell laughed, "If you want friends to die painfully slow deaths, then yes they are our friends."
You bit your lip, wiping your cheeks on your shoulder, "Then why'd (B/f) give me that ring?"
"Cause he thought no one would think about you having it-" Scar took a sharp turn, and you suddenly realized you had no clue where in town they had taken you.
"But, boy, was he wrong!" Gothel cried happily, "Because now we have the weapon-ma-jig and his girl!"
"Gothel, lower your voice and stop being so optimistic."
"I'm happy!"
"You won't be happy when you're thrown out this car and left for the police."
A/n- Idk
I kept writing cause I didn't know where to stop.
So...
Sorry if this sucked?🤷🏻♀️