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...
'Oh, that reminds me John I finished the Salmon but if you go to McDonald's could you collect one of those pizza things?' John looks homicidal third time this week that she has eaten his salmon. 'Baroness, John is off the clock.' you remind and she rolls her eyes. 'Fine, you can order one, (y/n) says they deliver.' John's eyes narrow. 'Of course Baroness.' The lift pings open and you head to the apartment. The Baroness's funds are tied up and you can't afford a place that is rat-free enough for her comfort.
You aren't in the apartment for five minutes when there is a knock. More flowers, John has been binning them all week. All to the Baroness with sincere best wishes from her middle-class aristocratic friends. The same ones who laughed at her humiliation and did nothing to help her. With no forwarding address of where she was they were sent to John, and they turned the Baroness's stomach. 'Ah which fraudulent friend sent those?' she sits on the sofa beside you and you immediately wrap your arm around her shoulders. John takes the basket and frowns as she slips off her shoes resting her feet on his coffee table. 'This one isn't for you,' he informs her. 'They are for (y/n).' You blink in surprise.
'Who are they from?' you get up and go over as John thanks the delivery girl and closes the door. The Baroness immediately pouts at the lack of warmth now you've struggled to get up. 'Awww,' you open the card. 'It's from Louis.' you smile. 'What does the card say?' The Baroness asks and you blush, you lean over giving her the card she reads to you both. 'To my two favourite....lesbians,' she goes bright red. 'Get well soon, All my love Louis. PS. There's a little something in there for the butler.' You take out a small black box and leave it for John.
The basket is filled with all sorts, bottles of champagne, chocolates, fruit, flavoured teas, and pamper products such as face masks. 'He was probably the best boss I've had.' you admit. The Baroness immediately raises an eyebrow and you turn sticking your tongue out at her. 'I will put this through in the bedroom since we aren't binning this one.' John lifts the hamper off the table and takes it through. 'John, I feel terrible I honestly didn't want to put you out, I'm happy to sleep on the sofa.' you tell him for the millionth time. 'Then where would I sleep?' The Baroness asks horrified. 'The floor looks comfortable my lady.' she makes a face throwing a cushion at you, and you laugh catching it. 'I won't hear of it.' John calls over his shoulder he then mutters under his breath. 'I'm going to need to burn the mattress anyway.'
'I have an idea, John! Can you bring the facemasks through?'
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John sits in the middle of the sofa his face covered in green face cream looking miserable as sin. The Baroness's legs are across his lap her heavy night robe wrapped around her, and you are sitting on the other side of him wearing pyjamas and massaging her feet. 'John, could you pass me the last piece?' You and the Baroness are also wearing green face masks, her hair wrapped in a silk turban. John reaches over her legs to the coffee table puts the slice on the plate and hands it to her. You are engrossed with the movie on TV, it's a chick flick and John would rather watch paint dry. She takes the plate and lifts the pizza tilting her head back.
