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

Melting The Ice...

You had just fucked the Baroness absolutely raw and the two of you had curled up with a glass of champagne. Victoria groaned, "Oh god my legs, they're killing me!" She massaged her aching thighs. You put your flute down and began rubbing her leg. "There there Vic." You cooed. "That's not necessary, it- it's fine." She sounded ashamed. "I- I don't need any help!" She reassured. "Victoria, there is no shame in being sore after sex. You can admit to needing support!" You reassured. Victoria smiled, sighed and said, "Thank you, beautiful."

"Do you want to have a chat about something?" She asked, curling into your chest. "Sure." You replied. "What was your school life like?" You asked. Victoria let out a huff of frustration. "You want to know what they used to do to me, don't you." She sighed. "I need to know my motive before I kill lizard Lizzie!"

You wouldn't actually kill anyone, obviously.

But would Victoria? Less obvious.

"There was one time that they- they put rats in my bed. Well not one time, several. Can't stand them. They scare the shit outta me." The black and white ball came flooding back. No wonder she was screaming and trying to get away. "Fucking hell! That's awful!" What made it worse was how the press made this phobia comical. "What else..."

Victoria say up, took a deep breath and turned to you. "How about the time I was locked in a box of bugs?" She laughed. It was one of those laughs that hid floods of tears and upset. "Locked?" You shivered. You weren't too claustrophobic but it sounded hellish. Bugs weren't particularly lovely either...

"I had this so called friend. She and I snuck out one evening." Began Victoria. "How naughty!" You teased, lightly. "Indeed." The Baroness shared your lightheartedness. "She ended up being a goon for Elizabeth and the owner of that yearbook, Agatha." Agatha Hardgreaves, you saw a glimpse of the name earlier. But not the face. "The three of them overpowered me, I was a very small young woman. They locked me in this box and it was filled with cockroaches and ants and god knows what else..." "You don't need to go on, love, I know it's too painful right now."

You wiped a crystalline tear from her perfect face.

Her lips met yours.

"Thank you..."

"Y/N..." "Yeah Vic?" You replied. "You know how I told you I loved your birthmarks?" She asked. You nodded, blushing. "Can I talk to you about my body?" She questioned, meekly. "What do you mean?" You asked. "Y'know, what I'm a little bit insecure about. Y- you really make me feel better about that stuff." She smiled. "Of course!"

Victoria showed you her stomach and placed your hands on some stretch marks. "See these?" She asked. "Yeah?" You replied. "I have a daughter. This is her doing." She said coldly. This was what she really wanted. To unveil this huge secret.

"Where's your daughter?"

The Baroness turned the light on and carefully plucked two white hairs out of her locks. One was a normal greyish colour of old age whilst the other was snow. "Why- why are they a different colour?" You asked.

"I have a condition called poliosis. It makes some of my hair go white. Lots of my hair is dyed and always has been." You tried to picture her with white streaks in her hair. "Hans only carried the gene, he didn't actually have it and it was passed on to our child. It appears she's worn it like a badge of honour." The Baroness sneered.

White hair?

White hair...

Black and White hair!

"Cruella?" You gasped. "I have reason to think so." Admitted Victoria. "But why did you get rid of your only child?"

"Because- b- because of my husband."