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...
It's funny isn't it how things work out, it's never usually how you expected and thats not necessarily a bad thing. The audience left, the models went to party and you got that ridiculously uncomfortable dress off. A cleaning crew was called to get rid of the mess from the chaos and the moths. You sit on the run way in a black hoody and black leather trousers your knee is propped up for you to rest your head. The crew sweep up around you and you dont say anything you enjoy the silence till you hear someone clearing their throat. 'John.' you smile greeting the valet. 'Congratulations, that was some quick thinking.' This makes you chuckle. 'Well they seemed to enjoy it with any luck the baroness will be back on top by tomorrow's paper.'
John smiles sympathetically. 'You look tired.' he comments. 'I just did all that with the hangover from hell, why don't you try it?' you nudge his arm playfully and he laughs. 'What are you going to do now then?' This makes you sigh as you've no idea, you have no house, no job, and no friends. 'Now?' you hum thoughtfully. 'Now I start again, there are other clubs that are less up market than Luxe but a girl has to eat.' John looks at you sadly. 'Why not keep up designing? You have a real talent for it (y/n)' Tilting your head you quirk an eyebrow. 'Do you know how many people out there have talent? Do you know how many of them actually make it?' you stand up stretching. 'Better sticking to what I know. Besides I could only ever design for her.'
Upstairs the baroness is a bit stranded a million reporters are congratulating her and asking her questions, taking pictures. She does her best to answer without giving away that the whole thing was a fluke. It's been along time since she was this popular for the right reasons. 'Baroness, wasnt that Cruella's partner? Have you orchestrated this full thing to knock her out the competition? Was (y/n) working for you all along?' The baroness considers this and looks at the reporter as though he was stupid. 'Well obviously, (y/n) and have had this planned for months we just needed to keep it top secret. Enough questions, I've had enough for today.'she bats the reporters away like fleas her guards step in to get her out.
The baroness heads back to her office. 'John!' she calls as her valet approaches. 'Where is (y/n)? Ive not been able to find her anywhere.' John frowns. 'Well she's gone baroness, she left a few hours ago.' The baroness looks confused. 'Gone? What do you mean gone? She can't just be gone, gone where?' John sees she is concerned about you. 'To find another nightclub to work in I believe. The old one wouldnt take her back.' This makes her frown. 'What? Don't be ridiculous she is my star designer she can't be in some seedy club. Didn't you stop her?' John shook his head. 'It wasnt my place and I didnt know if you wanted rid of her.' The baroness blinks. 'Rid of her? Are you mad? That girl just put together the best fashion show Ive ever seen in under thirty minutes. We have to find her at once! Why is everyone incompetent except (y/n) and I?'' John inclines his head. 'Ill get the car baroness.'
"You never cared what I did at all
Motel singer or the silver pole
I did what I had to do
Femme fatale, always on the run
Diamonds on my wrist
Whiskey on my tongue"
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