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...
'But you hate them.' you groan flopping back on the sofa. 'Well I know I hate them but if I don't invite a select few to view the happiest day of my life I can't rub my success in their smug stupid faces.' The Baroness explains as though it is the most rational thing in the world. 'What happened to "Oh (y/n) I don't want to marry you our relationship isn't socially acceptable." you mimic her middle-class English accent. The Baroness looks up at you looking impressed. 'That was a rather good impression actually. However, as I said Im the Baroness to hell with what anyone else has to say. Right, I've cut the wedding party down to 500.' You look up over the sofa at her.
'500?! How do you even know 500 people?' The Baroness rubs her head with stress. 'Darling, I already went through everyone when I asked your opinion must I list them again? I really do have other decisions I must be making.' You lie back down punching a cushion beside you. 'Ah, music.' she lists the next item. 'How about that rock band that plays at Regents park on Saturdays?' you suggest. The Baroness snorts. 'Very good dear, so we will go with a string quartet.' You sit up again looking over the sofa at her. 'Hey, I was just wondering am I invited to the wedding?' you ask sarcastically. The Baroness sips her tea crossing the item off her list.
'For our gowns.' she continues and you throw your hands up with exasperation. 'I was thinking we could design each other's.' This surprises you. 'Really? You'd trust me with that? The most important part of our wedding aka how you look?' The Baroness looks confused. 'I trust you with my life and you are an incredible designer do you really think I'd let some tacky brand like Prada or Versace design the most important frock of my life?' she tuts at you but actually, it's a sweet statement from her.
(Other author (not writing this book) reading this, GIRL said prada in the name of miranda, miranda priestly slays how dare you!) (You guys better agree with me😍, i need the comments, miranda and baroness stan? Or only the baroness?) imagine hating miranda..
'Now the meal.' she moves on. 'How about a buffet?' you suggest. 'Look I admire your sense of humour normally but this really isn't the time. We will of course have a set meal.' You blink. 'You're gonna buy dinner for a thousand people that you don't like?' She purses her lips in thought. 'Uh huh, Lavender honey and goat's cheese bruschetta will make a lovely starter. Then for the main Salmon linguine in prosecco sauce. For dessert, I was thinking of a selection of cakes from that little French patisserie on London Street. Drinks? I'm sorry I'm taking over dear what do you think?'
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You groan. 'I don't know, how about if we do one of those themed cocktails or something.' The Baroness studies you. 'Maybe you want to think of a nice toasting drink?' she prompts. 'All right fine rose wine!' you say with exasperation. 'Excellent.' she agrees. 'Dom Pérignon: Rosé Vintage Coffret Gold 2000.' she speaks as she writes. 'Are you insane?! That stuff costs more than I've seen in my life.' The Baroness shrugs. 'There is no point of me having money if I can not throw it around.'
"First class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne Livin' my life in the fast lane I won't change by the glamorous"
'Now the wedding cake do you have any thoughts?' You glower at her. 'How about one with the little figures where we have you in your bridal gown and me...at the bar on the other street not there.' You throw a cushion at her lying back down. 'Jesus!' you scream when she leans over the couch all of a sudden peering at you over her horn-rimmed glasses. '(Y/n) you are not taking this very seriously it is the most important day of your life and you don't seem to care.' she speaks sternly. You raise an eyebrow. 'Of my life? I wasn't sure I was even getting an invite. It seems this is more your wedding.' She looks a little hurt. 'I already had a wedding, have you forgotten?' she speaks sadly. 'I just wanted to make this perfect for you since mines ended so badly.'
The Baroness goes quiet and goes back to her desk sitting down and going through the paperwork. Great. Now you feel guilty. You get up and walk over to her she doesn't look up and you carefully lower yourself on her lap wrapping an arm around her shoulders. 'So is it between these three photographers?' you look at the resumes in front of her. 'Yes, which do you like?' she asks. 'Who do you recommend?' you ask gently at this she looks into your eyes. You lean in kissing her sorry when you part you, mouth a small sorry to her. 'Her.' the Baroness smiles at you holding eye contact.
You nod and rub the back of her neck to get her to relax she rests her head against your chest. 'How about red velvet for the cake inside we could have it black and white on the outside?' The Baroness hums in thought. 'That's a very good idea I think.' she writes it down. John knocks. 'Katherine is here your ladyship.' Kat enters and looks at John. 'Dude. Kat is fine.' she says awkwardly. 'So Louis and I thought since you guys were in wedding mode we would plan your bachelorette party. Drop by Luxe tonight?' Your eyes dart to the Baroness. 'Kat, a word.' you get up and take her to the side.
'Look the whole wild scene isn't Victoria's thing I don't want to make her uncomfortable.' you whisper. 'I can hear you.' the Baroness doesn't look up from her paperwork. 'Luxe is fine I assure you I am quite comfortable.' Kat smirks. 'See, she's cool with it.' You glare. 'Yeah because she's never been to one of your parties.' Kat frowns. 'My parties are amazing.' You nod. 'They are, they are great in fact until you start the night in Glasgow and end it in a prison cell in the Netherlands in a bikini with a stranger's name tattooed on your ass. Do you know how much laser removal hurt?' Kat rolls her eyes. 'Puh-lease I promise you that your elegant little bride-to-be's arse will be tattoo free by the end of the night.
The Baroness frowns and takes her glasses off looking over at you. 'What did you just say about my arse?' she queries. 'N-nothing um just that it's nice. Good for spanking.' The Baroness frowns at you both. 'What are you up to? You're behaving oddly. Oh never mind so should the napkins be cream or eggshell? Oh, who am I kidding, of course, they need to be cream.' Kat raises an eyebrow and you shrug you don't get it either.
