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

Hairbrush

"I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU WHEN I HAD THE FUCKING CHANCE!" Victoria screamed. The anger on her face was unmatched. Even Elizabeth's look of pure unbridled rage at her fake pearls was nothing compared to this.

Estella was known for getting out of bad situations fast, but the Baroness was fast in heels and she was shoeless.

"We really should try and break them up."

"Are you kidding me Y/N, we should have made popcorn!"

"John no!"

Victoria was more than a hurricane. She was a natural disaster on steroids (in a maid dress too) and she was on the warpath. Could you really be blamed for mentally writing Estella's eulogy?

"Essie?"

"YUH HUH?"

"What flowers do you want for your funeral?"

"NOT HELPFUL Y/N!"

It wasn't helpful, but it needed to be done.

"I GET THAT DIPSHIT! I NEED TO PHONE THE FLORIST THOUGH!"

Estella huffed, out of irritation and an increasing lack of breath.

"I DON'T KNOW! BLACK ROSES FOR ALL I CARE! OH FUCK-"

Victoria and Estella were in a cat fight. On the floor. Rolling around. Hair pulling.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

John was in a corner wheezing and being very unhelpful.

"Ladies please-" you attempted to pull them apart. "Not now Y/N!" Victoria barked. "But we don't need to fight!" "YES WE DO!" Estella replied, croakily seeing as Victoria had her hands wrapped around Estella's throat.

"Victoria do you want to wake the household?" You asked, frustratedly. "No..." she grumbled. "Then stop trying to murder people or I swear I will hit you with the hairbrush."

Victoria's head did an owl-like 180 to stare at John.

"You TOLD HER?" Victoria exploded. John immediately stopped laughing. "Step too far I admit!" "IT IS MORE THAN A STEP TOO FAR! YOU FUCKING MADE A VAULTING RECORD!" Victoria screamed. "Honey, waking people up!" You hinted, softly.

The Baroness took your face into her hands. "Respectfully, dearest, shush." She smushed your face, let you go and began to hurricane at John again.

Estella, who you nearly forgot about was standing around in the most awkward way possible.

"Estella, go to your room." You said. "You ain't my mum Y/N." She replied, sarcastically. "I'm banging your mother." You quipped. "But you're a little baby!" She teased. "I can still ground you." You replied, with your scariest fake grumpy face.

"Good night all!" Estella made her exit dramatic as per usual.

Victoria had eventually given up yelling at John and you finally went to bed. She walked by your side all the way to bed. "Are you feeling any better my treasure?" She asked, softly. "Actually, yeah. Thanks Victoria." You replied.

"Are you looking forward to your reunion dinner tomorrow?" You asked, curling up under the covers. Victoria giggled. "Not particularly, no. Must say!" She answered, sarcastically. "Hm, I'm not surprised." You laughed.

"May I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"You wouldn't actually hit me if you got angry, would you?"

"Victoria you are my love and my life. I would never hurt you. That is unless you want me too, if you know what I mean!"

Victoria giggled, girlishly and curled up with you.

Falling asleep in her arms could fix even a thousand scars.