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 like a sixth sense you know when your girl is in pain you can feel something in your chest. 'Baroness.' you get up and quickly leave the room hearing the whimpers you spot the door handle. Lifting you quickly put it back on and open the door. The Baroness looks pale she's curled up beside the wall. 'No, no, please don't touch me.' You quickly go to her and kneel beside her. 'Sweetheart.' you gently touch her hand and she jumps. 'Please don't make me, don't make me.' You take her in your arms and coach her breathing. 'It's just me, your having a panic attack. Inhale, hold, exhale.' she follows your instructions relaxing in your arms.
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Eventually, you get her to calm down she closes her eyes burying her face into your neck, and you sigh rubbing her back. 'There, there, I've got you, no one can hurt you.' you soothe. The Baroness dabs under her eyes so as not to smudge her makeup. 'I am sorry. I don't know what came over me to act so foolishly.' You don't let her go. 'You have haphephobia, it's a fear of being touched which obviously doesn't always apply for instance to me.' The Baroness touches your cheek. 'I like to feel you near me when you touch me, and I don't mean in a vulgar manner I feel....safe.' she admits. You smile and take her hand pressing a kiss to her wrist.
You get up and hold a hand for her. 'Your ladyship.' she grabs your hand getting up. 'How do I look? My makeup hasn't smudged I don't want anyone to know I was crying.' You make sure her make is fine. 'You look fabulous but you know that.' you tease. The Baroness gives a throaty chuckle and you place your hand on the small of her back guiding her from the room. 'So don't strangle me but the bannister, can we just leave it? I just want to get back home. Plus I kind of feel we need to get out of John's hair.'
The Baroness considers. 'John is bald.' You smirk and mutter under your breath. 'I bet he wasn't when he started working for you.' The baroness shoots you a look. 'However, I know exactly what you mean. I don't like to outstay my welcome and I suppose I could learn to live with the wood.' she reasons. 'Perfect. John!' he sticks his head around the corner smiling brightly. 'Yes?' You smirk. 'The Baroness and I will be moving home.' John is still smiling. 'Oh? That is a shame I've enjoyed your company. Can I help you pack?' You and the Baroness both give him a look.
'Not just now. I'm taking my girl to lunch.' The Baroness raises her eyebrows. 'You are, are you?' You nod. 'Yup, I've saved some money since we were crashing at John's I never had to use it.' you explain. You take her to a restaurant in the city it's one of her favourites and notoriously hard to get into luckily you've made the odd friend here and there so it is not an issue. You order wine for you both and you order food. It's nice seeing her like this so happy and in the world, she belongs in. That's until you hear the giggling and notice at a table not far from you is a young woman. 'I'm sure that's her, she's so much older than I thought she was.' she speaks to her male partner.
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The Baroness has also turned to look over and her voice catches in her throat. 'Jonathon.' you notice the weasely little prick is trying not to catch your attention. The Baroness goes tense and you see this immediately standing up she catches your wrist. '(y/n) don't it isn't worth it let us just finish our meal. Please I don't want a scene.' You look like you commit murder and it wouldn't make you blink you slowly sit back down and only with great difficulty manage to take your eyes off him. 'We can go if you want darling.' you assure but she shakes her head and sips her wine. 'I won't be chased out of here by the likes of him.'
"Pink rover, pink rover
Please send the coward over And if that bastard whistles Put a knife up to his boner Cut him"
'Maybe next time I'd be better taking you to McDonald's for pizza.' you grumble. The Baroness reaches across the table taking your hand. 'As long as I'm with you. There will be a next time?' You quirk an eyebrow. 'Well, yeah? You know this is a date right?' The Baroness tilts her head. 'It's like courting.' you explain. 'Didn't the Baron ever take you on a date?' The Baroness thinks and gives a sad smile. 'Only if it was to present me as a show pony, it was never just because.' You squeeze her hand from across the table. 'Idiot imagine bagging a beauty like you and not spoiling her.' The Baroness gives you one of her genuine smiles which makes you relax.
'I have an idea.' you signal to the waitress you want the cheque and pay. The Baroness tilts her head looking at you. 'What's your idea?' You wink and don't tell her you stand and hold out a hand for her. 'My lady?' she takes your hand and you lead her out. Before you do you trip a waiter carrying a tray of food and drink causing him to dump it on Jonathon and his date. 'Oops.' The Baroness purses her lips knowing you did it on purpose. 'What? It was an accident.' you say innocently. 'Uh huh.'
