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...
'What's going on?!' The Baroness demands marching out into the garden wrapped in her oversized fur coat. 'Oh look John there's you tart!' you greet angrily as the Baroness approaches you both. The older woman looks stung, you've hurt her because she didn't think you would ever speak to her like that. Like the Baron did. You stomp on John's toe to break free from his grasp. 'That's enough (y/n).' she glowers at you angrily. 'Oh the great Baroness has spoken, the stripper better shut up before she slaps her again!' The wind is picking up the Baroness's long brunette locks aren't pinned up, as usual, the wind catches them blowing them over her shoulders.
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'I told you I was sorry, I did not mean to harm you I am sorry I lost my temper.' she sounds genuine. 'Perhaps we should go inside and discuss this.' John suggests. 'I'm not going inside, I'm going to pick up Genghis from the vet and get my head checked out at the doctor's. Oh yes, I forgot while you were shagging the help our dog got hurt not that you care!' you hiss at the Baroness. The Baroness remains still her eyes are sparkling as she watches you. 'I didn't know Genghis was hurt.' she speaks quietly. 'No, you wouldn't because you didn't ask. All you care about is you and your image.' The Baroness swallows presenting the traditional British stiff upper lip. 'Clearly not or I would not have gotten involved with you.'
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You see red and run towards her feeling rage surge through your chest. The Baroness stands perfectly still and raises her chin as you approach. You stop right in front of her. For a moment and only a moment you really want to slap her smug middle-class face. 'What is wrong with you?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!' Your hand twitches you are panting it all happens so fast but you don't hurt her. The Baroness is also panting and although she doesn't break character you can't help but notice the smallest flinch. The fear that you will hurt her. 'Go on then do it.' she speaks quietly. 'I'm waiting.' John grabs your wrist. '(y/n), don't.' The Baroness holds eye contact with you. 'Let her go, let her do what she needs to.' John is uncertain but he lets go. You lower your hand.
You walk away heading to the car. Muscles twitch across the Baroness's face as she tries to maintain a passive expression. 'Baroness.' John speaks but she holds up her hand for silence. Wrapping herself in her fur coat she heads back to the house her heels crunching the gravel beneath her feet. John stares after her then watches as the car drives by with you in it. You are curled up in the backseat when you start to cry. 'Fuuuuck!!!!' you scream at the top of your lungs punching the car seat.
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"I feel it coming out my throat Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap God, I wish I never spoke Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap"
