You're in the Baroness' dressing room, fidgeting with your black masquerade mask. Your scalp stings from how tight it's pulled in an updo. You've been to a few of the Baroness' balls, and you hate them. The Baroness is used to engaging in passive-aggressive conversations, but you're not. You despise following her around like a shadow, listening to insincere compliments. Luckily, the Baroness' Dalmatians like you, so when she passes them off to you, they behave.
Your thoughts are disturbed by the Baroness calling for you. You turn to her and do a double-take. She looks mesmerizing. Her beauty lures you in like a siren's song. The bodice of her black and white gown accentuates the curve of her breasts perfectly. The collar displays her flawless shoulders, and the expensive fabric hugs her figure. She may be from the pits of hell, but you are more than willing to get on your knees and worship her.
The Baroness smirks proudly, and John elbows you. "You're drooling, Y/N.". He whispers.
You collect your jaw off the floor and blush furiously. You focus on your strappy heels to avoid eye contact. The Baroness puts a hand on her hip and beckons you to her.
You shamefully walk toward her, never looking up from your feet. You stop in front of her and meet her gaze. She's amused. She twists your necklace and adjusts the top of your sleeveless dress. You gasp, and your face flushes as you feel her soft hands against your skin. She chuckles and leans towards your ear.
"Red looks good on you.". She teases.
Oh, she is definitely from hell. She backs away and smirks confidently. She turns towards the door and walks out. "Come along.".
Your entire body is heated. You're as red as a tomato. You glance at John, and he gives you a confused look. You take a deep breath and start out the door, following the Baroness.
You work closely with John during the Baroness' balls. You act like her shadow, following behind her for her safety. You meet the Baroness at the top of the stairs. Gently taking her arm into yours, you escort her down the grand staircase. John is waiting with a news reporter and the Dalmatians at the bottom. The reporter snaps photos of the Baroness as you descend. When you reach the floor, the Baroness' fingers linger on your bicep. She breaks away from you and addresses the news reporter.
"Miss Anita Darling.". "Baroness," Anita, the news reporter, greets. "I'm so grateful you've given Tattletale an exclusive tonight.".
"Not apparently grateful enough to observe the dress code.". The Baroness takes Anita's white handbag from under her shoulder. "No colour.". She reveals a blue ink stain on the bag. "Well, my pen must have leaked. It's the tools of my trade.". "No one is interested in what you write, my dear. Just in how I look.". She drops Anita's bag into the garbage.
You sneak in front of the Baroness, weaving through the crowd to get to your designated position. John is already in his place. He adjusts the Dalmatians' leashes in his hands.
"You look ravishing, Baroness," he tells her. "Master of understatement, as usual.". She sighs.
She takes her black masquerade mask and lifts it to her face. A waiter comes to her, offering her a cocktail from his tray. The Baroness gracefully takes the cocktail and raises it. "Here's to me.". All of the guests, including you, raise your glasses and cheer to the Baroness.
Suddenly, a tower of spirit glasses breaks, and everyone turns to the disturbance. John passes the dogs off to you in case he needs to intervene. The guests create a path, giving a clear view of the perpetrator. The opening shows a mysterious woman wearing a white cloak with a black cane. She finishes her drink and places it on a waiter's tray.
Turning to the posh gentleman to her right, she asks, "Do you have a light?". The man fiddles with his coat until he pulls out a match and strikes it. The strange woman takes the light from the gentleman and waves it around. She makes a show of it before she lets it fall to the ground. The crowd gasps as the woman's cloak ignites into flames, revealing a stunning red dress underneath. The woman smirks proudly.
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Fanfiction*Slow Updates* Baroness von Hellman x Fem reader You're the Baroness' loyal assistant and the only person she can stand to be in a room with for more than 15 seconds. She's slowly starting to warm up to you, and you don't know why. Is it because yo...
