For Me to Decide

[madimpossibledreamer]

Facts: 1) Before today, I had never seen Mean Girls. Just not my thing. 2) A friend had me watch it. 3) The best friend gay character is great, and also somehow this happened. 4) Also still Yakuza lyrics (Pride from Despair) for no discernible reason. Though also Vicious by Halestorm.

Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Devil May Cry
Chapter Summary: The nickname of Queen B doesn't just stand for Queen Bee, and it seems like some of Cordy's former flunkies have forgotten.  They need a reminder that even though she's no longer in charge she's not going to let them get away with homophobia or transphobia, especially not about Alex.
Word Count: 430
Rating: Teen
Warning: for the above

         If Cordy rolls her eyes any harder, she’s going to get eye strain. Because someone’s been sniping trying to cement their position for a while now, and all it reeks of is insecurity. Despite that, she turns to look at the clique after they’ve been standing there for a full half minute, making them wait their place, which is probably why Harm goes for the jugular the instant Cordy deigns to give her any attention. “Hey, loser, we noticed your girlfriend is looking, um. How do we want to put it?” She turns to her goons, like they’ll have anything useful to say. She turns back with a painfully fake look of concern. “A bit butch goth. How much lower can you go?”
         Cordy smiles her best smile, the one that says ‘keep talking and I’ll make you wish you’ve never been born’. “Harmony, let me make this clear. You do not speak to Alex. You do not speak about Alex. Hell, you do not even look at Alex.”
         Harmony’s smile twitches, just a little bit. Weakness. “And why should I listen to you?”
         Because Cordelia Chase always has been and always will be better than a nobody, even when she’s a social pariah. Because she is vicious and proud and if it’s for that utter dork of a half-devil she loves or the weird collection of friends that has somehow happened to her she will drag you down kicking and screaming and look classy doing it. Because she doesn’t have to care. All of this power play song and dance? Not even on her radar anymore, which gives her real power, the kind of power the likes of Harmony can only dream of. “Queen Bee or not, I still have my sting.” She knows where the bodies are buried. Sometimes literally; it’s kinda in the job description.
         That sneer, Cordy’s pretty sure, is covering up a grimace of fear. “Whatever, bitch.” Like that’s an insult instead of a badge of honor. “Harmonettes, with me.” Like everything about her isn’t borrowed. Yeah, right.
         She stalks off, Cordy’s former groupies with her, but Cordy’s spent years fighting, at this point, and she knows vulnerability when she sees it.
         Shanice hesitates, whispers, “I think you’re a cute couple,” and Cordy flashes her a genuine smile.
         “Shanice! Stay behind, you get left behind!” Like that even makes sense. She looks apologetic as she hurries to catch up, and Cordy shrugs. Not her problem. Though maybe one of Alex’s new outfits is what prompted all this, which means it’s something Cordy’s got to see.