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

Spark

The Baroness didn't utter a word in the car, but she didn't get any rest either. She was a woman of picture perfect routine, which was how Estella could infiltrate it so well. Although her naps, scheduled exactly thirteen minutes after the last bite of lunch, were perceived to some as childish, it made your job easy. You could tell when she had too little sleep, when she got cranky and aggressive. You could tell when she had extra sleep, her voice got softer and she was less arctic.

What you couldn't tell, though, was who did this to her and why she was insisting she saw the Baron's eyes.

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"I guess being your fucktoy's given me a win this time. Sucks you're dead, you seem like you hate them both too." They walked away from the painting, letting their blue eyes move away from the similar ones, caught forever in paint.

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You ran your hands in Victoria's hair. "Are you wearing my jacket?" She asked, lifting her heavy head off of your shoulder, where she had been resting. Seeing as you were freezing your tits off, you didn't care to find the owner of the first outfit you could grab. "Would you have preferred me naked?" This remark was rewarded with a giggle.

"Grounded."

There was Cruella, on cue, in the outfit. Surrounding the car, and her, were several journalists. Anita Darling, as planned, was there too.

"Hi Baroness!" She called out, in the fake accent that was mocking the haughty accent of Victoria's fashion world. "I hope you like my get up! I've truly missed playing with you!" She teased.

Though it was blurry, Victoria had a memory of the plan, but seeing her daughter in the dress, the maid dress, made her red with fury and blind to the plan.

"How dare you-" mouthed the Baroness, stunned silent as the scandal of a maids dress was torn away.

Written along Estella's bare, raw and naked body, in Jasper's smooth handwriting were the lyrics: Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better. Her black and white hair fell against her shoulder, but her hair wasn't significant in the slightest.

John sped off and parked in an alleyway. "What are you doing?" Victoria groaned. She wanted to go home and your shenanigans weren't worth her energy. "We need to pick up-"

"Hello!" Chirped the naked Estella, buckling herself in. "Grounded." Victoria grumbled, pointing a finger at Estella. "Someone's got a stick up her ass." Mumbled Estella, to which John groaned, knowing that she unleashed the devil.

Shooting up so fast that she got lightheaded, the Baroness coldly quipped, "If you must know, smart ass, I was drugged by the Baron." Her crazy theory was blocking out every shred of intelligence that she had.

"Dad's dead." Victoria visibly cringed at Estella calling him that.

"We've been trying to tell her that, Estella." You sighed. "If you hadn't left me, you would have seen him! I'm telling you!" Victoria snapped. John whimpered, mourning what was left of his will to carry on. "I was taking a shower!" You shouted back. "You left!" "You let me!" "Maybe I didn't want you to!"

"I'm not the one who gets all fussy when there's a tiny bit of mud on my shoe!"

The Baroness glared at you. She would rather be wobbly and unstable then rely on you when you were acting so obnoxious.