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

Mission (hopefully) Possible

"Breakfast Y/N." John stated, putting a place of food on your desk. "Thanks, man." You mumbled. "Y/N? Y/N, is something the matter?" He asked, with his usual indestructible kindness brewing in his eyes. Concern tangoed alongside the kindness. "You seem... well... distracted to say the least, dear." He admitted.

"I could say the same for you, John." You commented. His hazel eyes were scanning the room and deep, you weren't sure how deep, inside of him, John was at unease. "Touché, your lady-"

You cut him off with a snort. "You can get rid of that ladyship bullshit right away!" You demanded, teasingly. "Has Toria asked about you getting a title upon your marriage?" John asked, innocently trying to steer the conversation away from his discomfort, but heading straight into another uncomfortable place in the process.

"She's still not talking to me."

John had played messenger all morning. She wanted you back in the bedroom. She knew the Baron was an idiotic thought. She was radio silence otherwise.

"I- I shouldn't have bright it up. I should go. I'll be seeing you dear." John mumbled, leaving the office.

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Victoria was full blown blubbering. She cared not how a lady would react to the emotions that waved over her. "That- that was humiliating. They all laughed at me." She wailed, her shame filled face slamming into a pillow.

"Your grace, it's okay-"

"Were we in the same room? He put a collar on me John!"

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Victoria chewed at her glasses, glancing over the swathes of paperwork, wishing them to just dissolve into the wood and go away, but despite her dead husband's insults, she wasn't a witch.

"You requested me?"

"John. Sit." Victoria commanded, very relieved to see him. "How can I help you, Victoria?" He asked, reading the relief in his employer's usually cold eyes, turned soft. "Do you remember the collar that Hans put on me?"

"I remember it all too well." John sighed.

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John went white as he read the letters on the so called gift. Why he was surprised? He met Victoria's eyes. Poor, sweet, Victoria who couldn't fend for herself. Poor, darling, Victoria who was just as damaged as he was.

She swallowed back bile and choked back tears.

He couldn't do anything to save her, he'd doom himself.

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Victoria felt a weight in her stomach. It was wrong to ask him to do this, she understood that. More so it was wrong to steal from you, you hadn't done anything. You tried to voice reason, you tried to be kind, but the Y/N who plagued that dream was a risk.

The Baroness doesn't take risks.

"I need that collar done with. Take it, do what you wish with it. I just need it out." She demanded, coldly. John listened as Victoria demanded a Herculean task of him, which was beyond what he was usually given.

"And Miss Y/N? What do I tell her?"

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You held back a giggle.

"It- it's for Artie." John mumbled, holding the collar in his hands and meeting your eyes with embarrassment.

"Kinky."

"Thank you?"

"Thank you for taking it! It's fucking tacky."

John felt a wave of relief for Victoria. You wouldn't be seen dead putting that around her neck.

Dream Y/N couldn't become real.

Yet.