Verity's Little Book of Horrors, I Mean, Oneshots

That Horrible Woman~ *Mikey Way X Reader*

A/n Because I've been getting back into my Steampunk again and because a dear friend wanted me to turn this song into a one-shot about Mikey, this one might be a bit complicated. If you don't read the story, at least listen to the song. It's GOOD! But!

Backstory information: You are a Countess who has fallen in love with the eligible Earl Michael Way, but you're hopes are dashed after he announces his engagement to another girl, Chantelle Bashford. He explains it's only because his family is forcing him, but you've seen the way they look at each other. Ray brings up that an illegal love potion was used. Mikey is arrested and both you and Chantelle blame the other for giving him the potion.

Also, eventually I'm writing a prequel for this because I'm starting to like this idea. Oh, and I gave you a new surname to fit the plot or whatever. But yeah. Enjoy!

"That horrible woman! That contemptible girl!" Chantelle growled to herself. I pressed my ear against the door to listen as she talked to a bored Lord, Lord Frank Iero. How dare she! Honestly! She blames ME for using the illegal love potion when it surely was her. Besides, she was going to be married today, so what did she have to complain about? Besides the fact that he husband was just arrested.

I was hoping it would be me walking down that aisle today and becoming the bride to Mikey, but instead, she was more "advantageous". Just because she was a Duchess, however, she was the most mocked and scorned woman in the court. So I wouldn't say she was a wise choice.

"Countess Vyner?" Frank asked and my ears pricked up. What was she going to spew about me this time?

"Oh, make no mistake, she's a venomous snake and she poisoned the Earl! And Mister Way was a pawn in her plan. I have come here to save him. He's an innocent man!" She explained and I could just imagine her patting her cheeks with powder and staring at her near-flawlessness in the mirror. I groaned, imaging bursting into the room and ripping her wedding dress and hair to shreds.

"Do you know what you're saying, Miss. Bashford?" Frank asked, slightly more interested. There was a creak of a chair as I assumed he was sitting up.

I couldn't bear listening anymore. I stormed into the room next door and flopped onto the sofa, a pair of big doe eyes watching me. "Can I help you Mr. Way?" I asked, through gritted teeth.

"What has got you in a mood?" Mr. Gerard Way inquired.

"It's your brother." I sighed. "Chantelle Bashford is being a daft idiot, blaming ME for the love potion! Michael, he's an innocent man!" I heard Chantelle's voice say it at the same time I did and my fury grew.

"That horrible woman!" I shrieked and Gerard handed me a glass bauble, which I promptly smashed against a wall.

"Miss. Bashford?" He questioned.

I glared at him. "Do not utter her name!"

He held up his hands. "Sorry! But what are you going to do about it? You're just as guilty as she."

I thought for a moment before being struck with an epiphany. "You must tell the court how she poisoned the port and diverted the blame! Go and bring her to justice, just as fast as you can! As I've told you, my husband is an innocent man!" I blushed, realizing I had called his brother my husband when he was engaged to someone else.

He didn't seem to notice because he sputtered. "Me? What can I do? I am not on the block here!"

"You're a man. They'll actually listen to you." I waved my hand like it was no big deal.