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writingbyshiloh · 1 year

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Cautious yet optimistic and graceful

Part 2 & Part 3

CW: Morally gray reader, Fem!Reader, John Wick type of violence, drinking, Marquis is a bit of an ass, French is not the reader's native language but there are only 2 sentences in French. Both say “City of Lights” but the reader's French is off.(will update as the fic goes)

AN: if the title is still messed up idk what to say I have been working too many hours. I have parts 2 and 3 planned if there is an interest! IDK French sunset times nor the weather so just roll with it. I also watched the entirety of community s4 so if he's ooc blame it on that. No beta

The other managers have it easier you think. If anything goes wrong in New York, that's okay because New York is gritty. Paris has such a large history and many different names that it is hard to include in one hotel. In Casablanca, Sofia has her dogs with her at all times so the hotel is a bit more laid back. Maybe you are just bitter because your hotel in Paris is considered to be the epitome of class. 5-star dining, showing off the best French cheeses, hotel complete with a small vineyard for exclusive house-made wines.

Maybe because you share the city with a very wealthy and powerful agent of the table. Marquis Vincent de Gramont was a thorn in your side. While never made explicit you felt like he had a hand in making you manager.

Whether it was him wanting fresh blood running and influencing the Continental or your previous weapon (swords, often French by some weird coincidence) when you were still doing hits for the high table pulling on some patriotic thread in him. The not knowing gave you small comfort.

You liked the concierge though, a woman named Camielle. You were given the option to fire her but declined wanting to make sure someone understood the hotel, at least during your few years running it.

The gentle buzzing of your desk phone took you out of the work you were doing. Using the back end of your pen you punched the answer button.

“Marquis de Gramont asked if you're free for dinner tonight. I said yes.” Camielle told her, her French accent coming across even on the phone.

You bite back a whine. The threat of Marquis visiting always buzzed in the back of your head and you were sure that while not a member of the high table, he had enough power (in many senses of the word) to fully shut down your hotel. You also never spent time with him alone. You would occultly see him at some “business” even that was far and few between.

You nod your head, before realizing that she couldn't see you.

“What time? Did he say where?”

“Huit. Eight. He said the rooftop.”

You thank her before she hung up, probably to help a guest.

Of course, he did. The location was formal, secluded and your favourite. Should you bring a guard? He won’t kill you, business is forbidden in Continental grounds you thought stabbing your pen against the notepad in front of you.

While replaying the conversation in your head, the realization that he didn’t specify why he wanted to go to dinner hit.

The rooftop was your favourite place in the hotel. Seeing other parts of Paris made the hotel feel small, like a normal business other than a safe haven for the criminal underworld as well as regular tourists alike.

You went up early, earlier than the expected time. You could brainstorm what he wanted to talk about. New ideas that you decided to implement to various levels of success? You're planning on something to do with a section of the Catacombs, but no solid ideas yet.

You kept one security guard by the door, to the roof, while Chidi was someone skulking around somewhere. You talked to the chef before and arranged a menu for the evening. If the Marquis didn't like it you were sure that he would implore you to make changes.

His arrival was heard of before you saw him. A small nod from one of your guards alerted you that he was on his way up. You feel your nerves clawing in your stomach, back to fixating on why he wants this meeting.

While you hate to give him credit, he looks good. A suit that only seems to accentuate his long legs, a stunning red suit jacket, with a black tie and vest all over a white dress shirt. The chains across his vest and ring glinted in the light. He wouldn't be Vincent if not for dressing up like this. You slightly deflated realizing this was probably what he was wearing and not something special to see you.

Bottle of champagne set in the ice bucket, stamped with the Continental embossing. He didn't change your menu so you assumed that he was content with it. Hoping you only had to so small talk with him until the food arrived or he decided to drop some sort of bomb on you.

“The view is beautiful,” he said, gaze burning into you. Wonderful. You have to make small talk before whatever he is here for is here.

You turned your head to see the Elifle tower situated against the evening sky.

“It is.” you agree as you turn your face back to him, realizing that he never looked at the surroundings, but was looking at you.

“C’est la ville du lumier”. Maybe the conversation would go faster if it was in french.

“'La ville lumière'” he corrects you before switching back to English. “You do not use the 'du'”.

Heat rises to your face after making a small mistake in French.

“Sorry. My French is primarily used for business.” You let the last word hang in the air, both knowing what you meant.

“How you do anything is how you do everything, Mademoiselle,” He says changing the subject.

Like being annoying you think in reference to him choosing to call you mademoiselle, most show you respect by calling you The Manager, keeping with the sister hotels. You take a slow sip of your drink, stalling for anything to say.

He places his hand on yours.

“You approached dinner with me like you approach your hotel. Cautious yet optimistic Gracefully.”

You sit in stunned silence. He gives your hand a small squeeze bringing your attention back to him,

“That is a compliment.” he continues. “It is good to see fresh ideas in the Continental.”

You thank him quietly, thoughts racing as you try to pull everything together. He likes your ideas? All of the compliments, his hand on yours, the romantic location. Is he flirting with you? Does his speech about the way you do anything apply to him in the bedroom? What would that even be? Still annoying?

He takes a sip of his wine, the movement snapping you out of your perverted thoughts, finally, you find an opening for actual conversation.

“I was thinking of something underground. With the catacombs? Or something inspired by them.”

You think he mumbled ‘tourist” under his breath but decided to let it slide. He tilts his head indicating you to keep going.

“And something maybe like a speakeasy?” You saw him about to correct you but you kept speaking “Even though France only banned absinthe.”

You expected him to be annoyed and you were only half right. Part of him was irritated, the other part proud that you are learning history.

A slight clearing of the throat grabbed your attention. The food.

“Marquis de Gramont. Manager.” The server nodded toward you both before setting down the plates and leaving.

The dinner a few weeks ago was the first time you spent time with him one on one (as long as you didn't include his guards). However, a quick mutual liking based on annoying each other took place. Almost like childish flirting, if you thought that he would date. Does he have an arranged marriage? You forbid yourself from googling Marquis traditions and rules.

And maybe on the side of your friendship, you had a small crush. You tried to avoid it and push your feelings down to nothing, but a flash of his long legs in his exquisite style, or his voice pulls your feelings back to yourself.

He could just be lonely. You didn't know his exact age but you guessed early 30s. Given the years of practice and training, those successful in your business were older. You were somewhat close to him in age, closer to him than some of the big names.

Giving in you picked up your phone and punched in one of his numbers. While the phone rang you picture one of his staff bringing him the phone, probably on some kind of silver platter. On the few times you called him before one of his staff answered, asking you why you were calling.

“Bonjour Mademoiselle. What do you need?”

Oh shit. That's not his butler. That’s him.

“Do you know much about wine? And are you free tomorrow night?” You try not to sound nervous and unsure on the phone, but his answering threw off your game.

“Oui, and oui.”

Taglist: @heartrot666 (it will not let me tag you :-( )

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shozto · 5 years

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Bakugou and his s/o go to the fair and she wins him a stuffed animal on the strongest man game

hey babe! this was sosososososososos cute oh my gdhsdfhld thank you! i loved this a bit too much tbh it is pretty long lol.

this is probably my favorite request i’ve gotten so far hehehe hope you enjoy!!

warnings: language i guess

word count: 1.2k

the chatter of people in the carnival surrounded the small group of friends as they made their way to the food stands.

“why the fuck are we even here?” katsuki asked as he walked beside his friends.

“because it’s fun!” mina cheered, grabbing y/n’s hand and pulling her toward the funnel cake stand.

“katsu, do you want any funnel cake?” his girlfriend asked as mina pulled her impatiently.

“we can share one,” he said, pulling out his wallet and handing her a five dollar bill. “but i don’t want you paying.”

“wow, such a gentleman!” hanta laughed, nudging the blond in the ribs. katsuki glared at him.

“no, you literally paid for my ticket! this isn’t a date,” y/n huffed and grabbed katsuki’s hand, giving him the money back.

“i know it’s not a date but you should save your money.”

“but i-”

“y/n, just take the money or we’ll be here all night,” eijiro said, getting in line behind her.

“okay,” she nodded and pushed her wallet back into her bag.

“thank you, katsuki.” she leaned forward and kisses his cheek, quickly turning around and hiding her blush.

“awwww” denki cooed when katsuki stood there, heat rising to his cheeks.

“shut up, asshole!”

after waiting for around fifteen minutes, the group finally got their food and sought refuge at a small red table beside a few games.

“y/n,” katsuki said, causing the girl to look over at him. “you’ve got some of that white shit on your nose.”

before she could react, he was already wiping it away with the pad of his thumb, causing the girl to blush and turn her face toward the funnel cake.

mina giggled as hanta, denki, and eijiro gushed about how “manly” he was.

“man, i wish i had a girlfriend!” denki complained.

katsuki and y/n had only been an official couple for around a few weeks, so it was only natural that the two got flustered over each other doing little things. so when mina gave y/n the idea of winning a prize for katsuki, the girl freaked out and shook her head. no way in hell was she going to do that. what if he said no? what if he laughed at her?

“alright, we’re done. wanna play some games now?” eijiro asked the group.

“sure!” hanta said, the rest agreeing.

“do you think we can use our quirks?” y/n asked as they started walking around near the stalls with the games.

“probably,” denki said, putting a finger on his chin. “i don’t see why not.”

“y/n~” mina said in a singsong voice.

“eh?” she turned her head to face the pink girl.

“i think i know a game you could play!”

y/n turned her head to see where her friend was pointing. the tall pole with different levels and a scale at the base. high striker.

“oh nononono,” y/n said, shaking her head and turning the other way.

“why not?” katsuki stopped her by putting an arm in front of her. “if you do it, i’ll do it.”

“come on, katsuki. we all know you want to do it.”

eijiro laughed and pushed the girl toward the game. “go on! maybe you’ll win!”

the rest of her friends cheered her on as she reluctantly stepped forward, quickly giving mina a glare.

the girl just grinned and gave her a thumbs up.

y/n’s quirk wasn’t super strength, it was super speed. but she had figured out a way to add extra force when she used her speed so the hit was strong. maybe playing this game wouldn’t be too bad.

“you can do it!” mina cheered as y/n paid the man 50 cents, picking up the hammer.

she sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, lifting the hammer over her head. she swung it down, activating her quirk for a split second, sending a vast amount of power into her arms as she brought down the hammer onto the large silver platform.

she looked up and watched the small weight get thrown up the pole, striking the red bell at the top, creating a loud ding, signaling her the winner.

she turned around and grinned sheepishly at her friends, who were all cheering.

she shifted her gaze to katsuki, who had a smirk on his face. he nodded his head approvingly, causing the girl to laugh and rub the back of her neck.

“wow, you are really strong!” the vendor said as he pulled the large stuffed animal down from the rack. “i believe this is yours.”

he handed her the stuffed animal that was about half her size. it was a black dragon with a red stomach, wings, and eyes, with small white horns on the top of its head.

“thank you!” she said, taking the large stuffed figure and hugging it tightly.

“good job, y/n,” katsuki said with the smirk still present on his face. she smiled and hid her face in the dragon.

mina nudged the girl in the ribs and nodded her head to katsuki. y/n rolled her eyes but looked to her left where her boyfriend stood.

“heey k-katsuki?” her face heated up once more, and all of her anxiety came back.

what is he said no? shit, what if he thought it was funny? shit.

“hm?” he turned toward her, raising a brow.

“uh… uhm… do you-” she stopped herself, but mina shoved her toward the boy.

“spit it out,” katsuki said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“do you want this?” she held out the large black dragon.

“huh? do you not wanna hold it or something?”

all of her friends were watching now.

“n-no i,” she cursed herself for stuttering. “i’m giv-ving it to you.”

eijiro, mina, hanta, and denki were all chuckling under their breath now.

“huh?” katsuki was so dumb.

“i’m giving it to you as a gift.” her voice trembled and she extended her arms out toward katsuki, squeezing her eyes shut as she hid behind the toy as if it would protect her.

to her surprise, she felt his gentle touch on her right hand and the object was lifted out of her grasp.

she opened one eye slowly, her arms still extended out in front of her.

katsuki was holding the dragon, looking at it with his crimson orbs.

“thanks,” he said the word so calmly and so confidently.

her mouth opened wide in surprise, but it slowly turned into a huge grin.

“why, though?”she brought her hands up to her cheeks, looking down at the ground.

“well you bought me stuff today so…” she could feel how hot her cheeks were. “i wanted to win you something in return?”

the rest of their friends watched the exchange with the two.

katsuki looked down at the girl, unaware that his friends were watching. to him, y/n was his entire world at this moment. the only thing that mattered. she wanted to give him a gift for god’s sake.

he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to y/n’s lips. they were warm and inviting. he pulled away after a moment, watching his girlfriend with a pleased look on his face.

“thanks,” he said again, interlacing his fingers with hers as he held the stuffed animal in his other hand.

“wooohooooo!” denki cheered, snickering.

“shut up, asshole,” katsuki said with a small smiled on his lips.

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