Baroness Von Hellman x femreader. I've actually never written like this before. The fic is Baroness/female reader.
The Baroness visits a strip club where you work, you really want to be a designer. Plot twists everywhere as the Baroness adapts to b...
The car draws up at your tower block, you get out of the car and head in you hear the car door close behind you and you see the baroness has decided to follow putting her fur back on. You press the button for the lift as you wait on her to catch up still able to smell her perfume. For some reason, you can't help but feel nervous when the lift arrives and she steps in with you. You travel in an uncomfortable silence not sure what to say. For her part, the baroness doesn't seem to mind and she follows you from the lift to your flat. Looking around she regards the premises with a stiff upper lip it's not the nicest or safest building in the world. You unlock your door and immediately feel embarrassed tidiness isn't ideal for a fashion designer in a cramped flat. You have multiple designs all over your wall, and fabric and such are all over the place. You tend to be a bit of a hoarder in that regard because you always make use of everything.
'Sorry about the mess I'll just get changed.' you jump into the bathroom and she looks through your things. Your designs please her greatly. She finds a large sketchbook that holds your absolute best design work and slowly goes through it. The door to your flat opens as your landlord walks in without knocking. 'Right rent time and I'm not letting it slide another week.' He's a heavy-set man who's always filthy. The baroness regards him with disdain as he wipes his nose on the back of his hand. 'Oh, who are you?' he frowns taking in the baroness. 'Not really your concern.' she replies silkily. The man frowns he's uncomfortable as most people are around the poised elegant confident, baroness. 'No s'pose not.' he agrees. 'Where's the tart? Her rent is due.' The baroness keeps her eyes on him they sparkle dangerously. 'What did you just say?'
You emerge from the bathroom having washed off your makeup and tied your hair up, you're now dressed in jeans and an oversized chunky brown jumper. You freeze seeing your landlord. Fuck. You didn't lift your wages as you left the club and you don't have a penny. 'Look I promise I'll catch you next time I just didn't have time-I'm on an interview, sort of right now.' He chews the inside of his cheek listening to you. 'Don't have time for your excuses. Either pay up or you're out. Unless you could give me a little something to tide me over just now?' he looks suggestively towards his belt buckle. You close your eyes exhaling. 'Baroness.' you turned to her smiling. 'Could you be so kind as to wait for me in the car I'll only be five minutes or so?' you pray that now seeing you prostitute yourself for rent has not changed her mind about you.
The baroness blinks looking unimpressed and your heart sinks. She holds your book as she stands up and turns on your landlord. 'You're short, you're fat, you smell like an anchovy, and this girl won't be paying rent one way or another as she is coming to live with me.' Your landlord looks stunned and unsure of what is even happening. 'And now you are sweating and the smell is worse. (y/n) grab what you need I've plenty of materials and all the equipment you could need. Just bring your belongings I'll wait for you in the car.' She instructs heading to the door. 'Oh and please inform your former landlord if he's not out of here by the time I'm at the car my driver will be up to personally remove him.' The lift doors close and your landlord mutters something about stuck-up bitch as he leaves. You quickly pack all you need is clothes, the baroness has your book with her and you've never been sentimental. Throwing your bag over your shoulder you head down to meet her.
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You get in the car beside her she's still checking out your designs, and the sudden realisation of what has just happened dawns on you. The car starts heading to hellman hall. 'Uh, baroness?' she flips the page. 'Hm?' You seriously hope you haven't misunderstood the situation. 'I'm moving in?' She doesn't look up at you flipping to another page. 'Uh huh.' You blink and nod. 'Okay....good that's good, great, good.' 'Stop talking.' The baroness instructs and you do so as you sit quietly trying to process. The driver opens the door when you arrive and the baroness tucks your book under her arm. Her valet opens the door to her grand house. 'Evening baroness.' He inclines his head. 'John, have a room made up for (y/n) she is going to be staying with us.' John looks over her shoulder at you, the look he gives you is strange like he's been in this situation before. 'Very good, baroness.' he leaves to sort you a room.
You quickly run up the stairs. 'Wait in the parlor John will come to collect you and get you settled.' The door is flung open and you jump as a young red-headed woman storms in. 'Really? So that's it you are just replacing me with just another pretty young thing to perv over?' The baroness turns to see her former employee. 'Really must get better security.' The woman is about your age and she looks upset and furious. 'I played your little game and because I won't sleep with you that's it my career is over?!' The baroness looks uncomfortable. 'You're hysterical Estella, leave.' The woman looks furious as she runs at the baroness. You drop your bag and quickly slide in front of the older woman protectively just in time to hold her off. 'Look I don't know what's going on here but you need to back the hell off!' you shout at her.
"Pacify her She's getting on my nerves You don't love her Stop lying with those words"
Estella looks at you and laughs. 'You think she's some sort of saint?!' she looks over you at the baroness. 'No, one, man or woman would want to be with you. You're an ice cold stuck up bitch!' she screams you are still holding her off. 'And let's face it baroness with the exception of your bank account you don't exactly have much to offer at your age. All the makeup in the world won't make you less insecure!' At that security comes charging in and removes the hysterical young woman, you watch this looking shaken. The door closes and you turn to look at the baroness but the door to her office closes too. You look from side to side. 'What, the fuck.'
