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Male!Cruella De Vil X Male!Child!Reader ~ 1Haruka-Saenger
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest in a childish pout, your head leaning back to hit the wall behind you. The man who you shared the cell with (and you had no idea why you’d been put in the same cell with him considering they knew full well you weren’t a criminal) seemed completely unapologetic despite that it was his fault you were there in the first place. Indeed, he said nothing to you and hardly even spared you a glance.
Apparently, from what you heard the officers saying as they wandered around, they believed him to be the mastermind behind the dognapping of the dalmatian puppies. You were sharing a cell with someone who would happily skin a puppy. The thought made you feel ill. But he hadn’t managed to hurt any of them, at least. That thought was what held you back from trying to wring his neck, though you suspected that would only be met with amusement on his part rather than anything else.
“You locked him in with a bloody cri
Kidnapped - Bucky X Child!Reader (Part 1)You woke up feeling cold and a little bit damp. You sat up, unbearably confused as you took in the cold metal room and your wet pants. Suddenly, you remembered someone grabbing you and you grew frantic. "Mommy?!" you shouted, tears beginning to fall as you realized she couldn't hear you. "MOMMY!" You curled up in a ball and started to cry, not even noticing as the door opened.AnimeVampireFan
"Quiet down." a man said in a hushed voice. As he came closer, you saw he had one arm made of metal. "If you keep shouting, the other men will come in. And I don't like them and more than you do. So just be quiet, okay?"
You looked up at him curiously. He seemed kind of rugged, like he had fought a lot of times, but he didn't seem unkind. "Who are you?" you asked him, not daring to move from the spot you were curled up in. Noticing the one metal arm he had, you let your curiosity get the better of you and uncurled. "Why's your arm all metally?"
The man sighed, pushing back his dark, longish hair. "The people here