Eyes of Blue, Heart of Stone (Baroness X Femme Reader)

Heaven, Hell, Her and Her...

Hellman Hall was one of the most amazing places you've ever been in. The past few days have been blissful. There had been none of those lustful thoughts, even whilst being in close proximity with the Baroness.

Well that was until Claudia spent the night.

"What's this Y/N?" She mocked, spilling the contents of your bag over the desk. Your books, homework and worst of all, that magazine.

The two of you had a project. You had to create pieces for the new collection. Past projects with Claudia had taught you to make sure you did more of the work, because she sure as hell wouldn't do her fair share.

All day, the Baroness had scrutinised, criticised and questioned all of the designs produced and you were exhausted. Waving the white flag shortly after 11, you tried to get to sleep. The Baroness wasn't far behind you. You didn't care when Claudia went to sleep. You should have.

Your new sketchbook was on your nightstand. It was your personal one, rather than the work sketchbook, the one marred with purple ink, so it had doodles and sketches rather than outfits. One particular set of sketches and doodles was a set based off of the Baroness. She is a perfect muse, beautiful and shapely, so you just had to draw her. Usually you left your book in the drawer, but your tiredness demanded you put it away later.

What could happen, your door was locked!

Right?

Wrong.

At an ungodly hour an all too familiar mocking laugh woke you up.

Claudia had always had an ugly laugh. It wasn't like bells, or birds chirping. Her laugh was a sign of impending doom. The second she picked up that magazine, her and her goons made that sign of impending doom.

"You just haven't grown up, have you Y/N? Are you still in that deviant little phase of yours?" She teased, dangling your book in the air. Why was she in your room? You could just kill her! "GET OFF OF IT!" You yelled, springing out of bed. "Oh my god, you've drawn hearts around her! I can't!" She laughed, tearing up. "GIVE IT BACK!" You begged, grasping at the book. "Oh grow up! It's not my fault you're a whore!" She rolled her eyes. Every instinct told you to punch her, kick at her, bite her or do anything to get that book back before she showed the Baroness, saw something lewd or both. This was futile. She was taller and stronger than you, as she always had been. "I am NOT a whore!" You shouted, sobbing uncontrollably. "Well that's exactly what a whore would say." Claudia quipped, "And if there is nothing to hide, then why are you defending the book so much?"

"Put the book down." Demanded the Baroness, seething with rage. Had she been watching all this?

Claudia went white. "B- bu- but Baroness-" she began. "Put the book down and get out of my house." Repeated the Baroness, coldly. "Barone-" "Would you like to lose your job too?" Angrily and defeated, Claudia shoved the sketchbook at the Baroness and stormed out. She began to flick through, smiling slightly at the doodles of her. You sniffled.

"Shhh, it's alright darling." Reassured the Baroness, in a maternal way that you didn't expect from her. She immediately put the book down and sat beside you. "I- I thought I locked the door-" you cried. "Forgetting something happens to the best of us." She reassured.

There was a moment of silence before the Baroness asked, "If I may, what did Claudette mean your 'deviant little phase'?" It was very calm, not accusatory in the slightest. She was curious. You hated that she was curious. "It's nothing." You stated. "If it was nothing, then why are you crying?" She softly replied. "I said it's nothing!" You repeated. "Then maybe I should go ask Claudia herself!" Stated the Baroness.

"IT'S NOT IMPORTANT! JUST LEAVE IT ALONE!" You cried. You knew better then to raise your voice in such a situation but you couldn't control yourself. The Baroness scowled. "Don't take that tone with me Y/N! I understand it's difficult but I am trying to help you! Stop shutting me out!" She barked.

Defeatedly you sat down next to the Baroness and began to cry. "Are we ready now?" She asked.

"Claud and I have a bit of a history."