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

Lamb

Liberty of London was the first stop of the day. It was the place where the Baroness had picked up her rat of a daughter. You and the Baroness were here to look at the other brands and get some inspirations though it seemed suspiciously like a department store date. John seemed to agree, seeing as he teased the two of you silently when you left the car.

The clientele of Liberty was mostly women of the Baroness' age. Older women, who were well off financially. You only felt like you belonged because the Baroness was by your side. Even with her there, a strong feeling of unease was brewing. It was as though something was due to pounce at any minute.

"Victoria?"

"What?"

"You know the initials on the seats in the car?" You asked. Perhaps stupid questions would dilute the tension and anxiety. "Yes." The Baroness rolled her eyes. She wasn't reading the situation. She couldn't feel it. "What does the E stand for?" You asked. Not looking away from the rack of clothes, Victoria replied, "Elizabeth." You chuckled. "Why's that funny love?" She asked. "Ironic, isn't it?" You laughed. "Lizard goes by Liz or Eliza." The Baroness murmured. "There were several Elizabeth's at school. Parents with a certain amount of money only have a small list of girls names to choose from you see!" She mocked. "Victoria Elizabeth. Gorgeous as per usual Vic, or should I say Ma'am?" You replied. The Baroness looked at you and smiled. "You don't have to call me ma'am, we aren't technically at work." She laughed, softly massaging your shoulder.

"I'm going to go have a look over there, feel free to grab something if you'd like."

The anxiety hit the second Victoria disappeared. You knew it wasn't her fault, but you didn't know what it was. Until you saw her.

"Y/N?"

Gabrielle Finch wasn't the type to go to Liberty but alas she was here. Right behind you. "Miss? Hi!" You hardly croaked it out. "Oh darling, how've you been?" Of course she's blatantly ignoring the fact that you told her to never speak to you again. "Well thanks, b- but I'm busy right now. Catch up soon!" You said, heading to Victoria. She'd know what to do. "Oh of course darling." Finch replied in the sickly sweet tone that she used to use with you.

"Victoria."

"Not now Y/N."

"Victoria we need to go."

"Y/N, please."

"Victoria please I want to leave."

"Y/N! I'm busy."

"Victoria! Listen to me! My history teacher is here!"

"Darling, give me a minute."

"I'll see you in the fucking car."

You marched out of Liberty and went into the car. Slamming the door shut, you sat frustratedly and waited for Victoria. "Y/N? What's the matter?" John asked. "It doesn't matter!" You shouted. "Alright then."

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N?" Yelled the Baroness. "FINCH WAS THERE! I WAS TRYING TO TELL YOU I WANTED TO LEAVE! YOU WOULDN'T LISTEN!" You screamed back. "Would you like me to drive ladies?" John asked. Victoria looked at you and sighed. "Which one is she?" Victoria asked. "Come in and show me." "No!" You begged. "Trust me." She reassured.

You led Victoria to Ms Finch. "You must be Gabrielle?" Sneered Victoria. "Yes? Are you a friend of my darling Y/N?" Finch replied. "She's MY darling Y/N. You listen to me you perverse little groomer, you go anywhere near my girlfriend then I will make sure whatever's left of you will never be found. Do I make myself clear?" Asked Victoria. Silenced, Finch nodded and Victoria took you out. "It better be fucking clear, you filthy pedophile."

"Is that better love?" Victoria asked, once the two of you had entered the car again. "I- I can't believe you did that." You gasped. Victoria placed her hand on your chest, which was rising and falling light years faster than it should have been.  "There there, I'm here now."

"What she did wasn't okay Y/N and you don't deserve to feel afraid. I'm sorry I didn't listen." The Baroness said, calmly. You began to cry. "Oh! Come here!" Victoria hugged you, as best as she could with the two of you in seatbelts.

"I've got you, my little lamb."