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

Iodine Stains

You wrapped Victoria's jacket around you. She was stood on a chair, haphazardly attempting to grab a bottle of iodine and some cotton balls.

"I'll get this cut disinfected. Let me look."

As Victoria inspected your cut you pulled your ripped tights off. "May I put this stuff on your face darli- I guess I'll have to do those knees of yours too!" She smiled richly.

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"Don't you want a baby? Don't you want to be a mumma?" He asked. "N- no." She stuttered as he removed the corset on her wedding dress. "I believe that you would be an excellent mother. Imagine it! You'll be playing with our babies outside and rubbing iodine on their little scuffs!"

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The only person who could console Estella was her mother and Victoria despised it. For at least two days after her birth, the mother and daughter didn't make eye contact for more than a few moments.

She didn't want this thing.

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The Baroness looked as though she had seen a ghost. Her hands shook, spilling blotches iodine down her shirt. You took the bottle and went to console her. "Baby! Baby! What's the matter?" You asked. "Nothing- let's- let's get you sorted." She replied. "I can sort my own wounds darling." You reassured. That was what riled her up, wasn't it? "I can help. It's okay. I'll sort your face at the least."

"Did Este- Cruella speak to you?" Victoria asked, massaging the wet cotton ball on your scratch. "Not about you if that's what you are asking of me." You replied. "The box?" "Nothing. She just wanted to make sure I was okay. I couldn't read any sinister intentions." You admitted. "Alright." Victoria replied, uneasy, still.

The two of you spent the afternoon together in the Baroness' office. Occasionally, she'd peer out of the glass, but you were with her all afternoon.

"I'd like to take a nap honey, care to cuddle with me?"

Well DUUUUHHHHH!

"I'd love that."

A chaise lounge isn't meant to be a place where people should snuggle, but you and Victoria ignored that. The way that she curled into you made a tight, but pleasant squeeze. She wrapped her arms around you, yawned and fell asleep in your arms.

Her grip loosened once she'd dozed off, which made you hug her tighter. She rested her head against your, instead of the top of the sofa. You held her close, as your eyes began getting heavy. It made you feel an immeasurable amount of happiness when the Baroness - one of the most supposedly cold, callous and bitchy aristocrats known to London - nuzzled her face further into you. When she showed you she was weak and when she showed you she wasn't perfect, you were on top of the world, because you saw a goddess, no matter how she saw herself.

Perhaps her daughter was hell incarnate.

Perhaps she was stubborn

Perhaps you both had your flaws and your fears.

But you work through it together.

She'll do the things you won't do. She'll confront the people you wouldn't dare to. You'd do the same for her. You would take a beating for her. She'd do the same for you. You were one.

You two are made for each other...