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harleyqueen24 · 11 months

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Freedom, or not

Vincent de Gramont x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Talk about illegality, invasion of privacy, power imbalance, swearing.

WORD COUNT : 1.8k

Summary: You do your studies in Lille's city. Suddenly, Vincent come to visit you. But, you know that it’s gonna be bad.

Thank you to @murasakispace for the correction.

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/

Friday, your lessons were over. You left class with your friends, happy to have finished your group project for the semester. You wanted to go out for a drink to celebrate. Your second MASTER was over. You and your friends were so happy. You were on your way to a café, when a black limousine stopped in front of you. Its window rolled down and you saw a familiar face. He wore black glasses and had immaculate hair.

"Good evening, Miss Y/N." You knew why he was there. You knew who weas in the car and who was waiting for you. You gazed at your friends and sighed. They knew your situation and shrugged their shoulders with a broken smile. The driver continued to focus on you. "Sir waits you at..."

"The back. I know. Thank you Simon."

He replied you with a nod and pulled up the window. You gave them a little wave and smile to reassure them. They replied you with a "Salut !" and you got into the car to join the man you never wanted to see again: Vincent. He was dressed in a blue and purple checked three-piece suit. The envy of laughing at this extravagant costume overcame you. Although, you had to remain as neutral as possible so as not to start another argument. If he was here, it was because he had something important to tell you. You sat down in front of him, seriously.

These five years far away from him had done you the most good. You remembered the last time where you saw him. It was in Paris, at a dinner to celebrate his diploma. His parents had been so proud of him. Now, he was working with his father. It seemed that Monsieur was too lazy to continue his studies.

"So, are you going to speak up at some point?" he said, irritated. You had been watching from the window since you got into the limousine. The driver had the time to leave Lille and get on the motorway. It was normal for him to feel insulted. You turned your head towards him.

"It depends. If you tell me what you want."

"Chérie, we have two hours ahead of us. We have the time to come to the main issue."

"All the more reason not to talk to you. And I'm not your 'chérie'." His fists clenched. You knew he hated that. He sighed.

"You have not changed. Always so frank, serious and boring." His words were like spikes, piercing you to the core. He knew how hurt you were. Even though you were not supposed to show your feelings under any circumstances.

You looked out the window again. "And you, always so contemptuous and arrogant."

He smiled. "That's normal. It's part of my charm."

"Your charm. Mon cul, oui." You thought. Trees and houses were marching in front of you. A few minutes later, you realised that you were leaving the Lille area. "Where are you taking me?" you asked him.

"Are you only asking me that now?" he replied with a grin. "This is a surprise."

"You know that I don't like it."

"Yes, I know. That’s why I’m making you one."

You sighed. "You annoy me." He smiled, proud of himself. And it was only been an hour since you had left the city. "Is it far away?" you asked him.

"The destination ? Not really." He picked up his cup of coffee and he drank a sip.

"So, are we almost there? I have a lot of work to do."

"It will wait."

It will wait? You refused. You broke your back to be the best in your class. You did everything you could to show your father the leader you’d be if you took over his business. And this man said it as if there were more important things to do. Outraged, you grabbed your PC and started working on your project.

He gazed at you and sighed. "So, you don't want to talk to me."

"I would rather work." Your fingers tapped the keyboard quickly and you were so focused on your work that you lost track of time. The car pulled up and Simon opened the door. You lifted your head. "Are we there yet?"

"A few minutes ago." Vincent got out of the vehicle. You joined him and discovered where he had taken you. The great glass pyramid of the Louvre stood proudly before you. It was not the first time you had seen it. He reached out to you, waiting for you to grasp it.

"Will my fiancé please accompany me on this visit?" You gazed at his hand, then at Vincent and walked towards the main entrance without taking his hand, which was waiting for yours. He closed it, clenching his fist. "Alright." he said, annoyed.

You walked along the long corridors of the museum, observing at the paintings and statues. You stopped in front of Le Sacre de Napoléon by Jacques-Louis David. To admire it for the umpteenth time. You loved everything about this painting, the brushstrokes, the colours, the lights. It captivated you.

"Wonderful, no?" Vincent told you, next to you.

"Yes. Wonderful." You answered, stars in your eyes. "Did you know that Napoleon’s mother was not present at the son's coronation?" You asked him.

"Yes and that is why Napoleon the First asked the painter to install it."

You gazed him, surprised. "Finally, you know something."

"Why? Did you doubt it?"

"Sometimes." You continued down the long, high corridor.

After a few minutes, you saw a table. Vincent invited you to sit down. You looked around before moving to one of the two chairs. A butler came and served you tea, cakes were in front of you. Your fiancé took two teaspoons of sugar and mixed it into the tea. You decided to take the lead.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"You don't beat around the bush." he said you with a little grin. "We need to talk about..."

"If it's about the marriage, I'll stop you. Your father always reminding me." you cut him off. He laughed.

"It was not in my mind to talk about it. I just wanted to spend some time with my fiancée."

"And about what? Business?"

"Oh, you know how to talk to me, Bébé."

"Don't. Call. Me. Like. This." you said, enraged.

"Wow! Calm down! It was a joke."

"It wasn't fun." You sighed and took your cup of tea to drink. You observed at a few paintings while your fiancé talked. For almost an hour, he only talked about his business with his father. But one thing caught your attention: your father's business. Vincent knew a lot about it. Even a little too.

"Working with your father gives us something extra."

You fixed. "What do you mean?" you said, confused. He put down his cup and crossed his legs.

"The illegal art market is not very well known, only the richest have access to. But that’s what gives it its charm and power. Doing business with your father is always a pleasure."

You stood up suddenly. "An illegal market?" you exclaimed. You knew nothing of your father’s activities or of his relationship with the Marquis. Although, you did know one thing: art is above all a passion and pure. That's what your father taught you. Your father would never have tolerated this. Vincent watched you, intrigued.

"What?"

"What? What! Tu te rends compte de ce que tu viens de dire ?"

"Judging by your reaction, I see your father didn’t tell you."

It was right. Your father didn't tell you anything about his business. At the same time, you had gone to another town, a two-hour drive from Paris. So, you didn't know much.

"My father? Doing that? That's impossible..." you murmured.

"If you weren’t so far from Paris, you might know the latest."

You glared at him. You remembered why you had gone to Lille. You didn’t want to hear him, see him, or even feel him. You didn't want to listen to this guy who was going to be your husband. Just thinking about it mad you want to throw up. He took a sip of his tea when you said:

"Maybe if you didn’t exist, I could live my little quiet life by my side."

His jaw clenched. He hated it when you said things like that. It touched his ego. He put his cup down violently. "Because you think I’m happy to marry a woman as boring as you?" Now, it was your turn to go mad. You stood up quickly and walked towards one of the museum's many corridors. Vincent sighed and followed you.

"Y/N!"

He called you, but you didn't care. You were so angry when you heard him. Suddenly, his hand grabbed your handle. You turned in front of him, violently. You were standing in front of La Liberté guidant le peuple by Eugène Delacroix.

"What? Are you gonna ask me again why I’m angry? Why am I reacting like this? Or are you gonna ask me why I'm running away?"

"I..."

"No! Don't talk! I’m talking here!"

He took a breath and folded his arms. You continued to speak. "I was very happy to be in Lille. Happy to be doing something with my life. And just for what? A job. A fucking job that I know I may never achieve." You took a breath, before continuing. "And you... You’re back in my life after two fucking years. Two fucking years of doing what I wanted, going to parties, making friends and studying what I wanted. I was free!" His eyes widened. He wanted to speak but no words came out. "Do you understand, now? Your mere presence reminds me that I could never be happy!"

"And for me? Don’t you think I feel the same way?"

You smiled. "It's different for you. You’ve always accepted what your father told you to do. Like a good boy to his daddy!"

"Don't talk about my father like that! Did those girls you hang out with teach you that vocabulary? I should have kept a better eye on your entourage!"

Your eyes widened. What? Did he spy on you and your friends? "Unbelievable. You were spying on me!"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you're my fiancée!"

"Et alors ? That's not a reason!"

"For me, si !"

A bodyguard suddenly interrupted you. "Sir."

"What?" you said together. For the first time, you agreed on the same thing. Which surprised you. The man in the corstard scraped his throat before he spoke. It smelled bad all that stuff.

"Sorry to bother you, but…"

"Talk!" Vincent shouted.

"I have to inform you that your father is dead."

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Translate French - English :

MASTER : degree after 5 years of study.

Salut ! : Hi!

Monsieur : Sir

Chérie : Darling

Mon cul, oui : My ass.

Bébé : Baby

Tu te rends compte de ce que tu viens de dire ? : Do you realize what you just said?

Et alors ? : So what?

Si ! : Yes!

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harleyqueen24 · 1 year

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Homework

Vincent de Gramont x Female Reader

Warning: Fluff, swearing.

WORD COUNT : 1.5k

Summary: You arrive at Vincent's mansion to do homework with him. But you know that this evening is not going to be easy.

Again thank you to @murasakispace for the correction.

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

The car stopped in front of the high gate. The bodyguards opened the way and your vehicle parked in front of the main door. You got out of the car and entered the large mansion. The butler came to welcome you at the door and to take you to your usual room. You crossed the long golden corridors, decorated with numerous statues and paintings. Then, you arrived in the room. It was large and luxurious. In the center was a table with many chairs. Vincent was not here yet. So, you sat down on the first chair that you saw. You took your books and looked at your agenda. Maths for tomorrow. You hated it, a real torture. Although, you had to do it to pass your exam, le Brevet.

You were beginning your exercise on the Pythagorean rules when you felt a presence behind you. It saw you, your book and your movements. Pencil in your hand, you turned around, took the unknown's hand and placed your weapon under his jugular.

"Hey! What are you doing?" he shouted. That voice, you knew it. It was Vincent.

You sighed in relief. "It's only you." You put down your pencil and went back to your work. "Next time, don't get behind me. I almost killed you."

"You're kidding, I hope. Don't give me orders in my house." he said as he sat down. "And, how long have you known how to fight like that?" he asked you.

"Since a long time. But, I never showed you my talents because I was afraid of scaring you." you looked at him with a smirk. "And I was right." He laughed.

"I was not afraid!"

"Really? So, Why did you scream when it happened?"

"I was just surprised."

You looked at him, insightful. Then, you shrugged. "If you say so..." You returned to face the math. Pythagoras confused your mind. You were torturing a lock of your hair, anxious. The sound of a chair scraping the floor brought you out of your thoughts.

"Where is the problem?" Surprised, you turned your head towards Vincent. Your eyes met. He fixed you. "I've been watching you torture your hair for a while now. So, I came to the conclusion that something was wrong."

"Do you have pity on me?"

"Not exactly. It's my good deed of the day."

You raised an eyebrow. A good deed? Him? It was hiding something. You sighed and stared your exercise. "As you wish... Check it out." He leaned over the page and started to explain the rules to you. He took a paper and a pencil and wrote some equations, some diagrams. Although, his explanations were not really clear. After a few minutes, your exercise was solved. All you had to do was copy the calculations and diagrams that Vincent had done.

"Voilà, you're indebted to me." he said as he got up to do his homework.

Your head lifted and a small smile appeared on your face. "Thank yo..." Suddenly, you remembered his last words. "Wait, what? A debt?" Your smile faded and your eyes widened.

"Yes, you heard right." he stated with smirk.

"You're kidding, I hope." you said, deadpan.

"Kidding? Do I look funny?" he said, seriously.

"You look more like a dickhead."

He was too stunned to speak. Meanwhile, the door opened. Vincent's father entered. "Good evening, children." Vincent was still so shocked by your words that he could not answer his father.

"Bonjour, Monsieur. How are you today?" you greeted him with a honeyed tongue.

He responded you kindly. You exchanged a few words, then he turned his head to Vincent, who was reviewing the lessons. Le BAC was close. However, he was worried about him. He had not answered to his greeting. "Is everything all right, Vincent? You haven't said a word since I arrived."

His son turned his head toward him, a forced smile on his lips. "All is well, père." You were so proud of yourself. Vincent couldn't stop thinking about the mental beating he'd taken. His poor ego was destroyed, crushed to the ground. You were crude in what you said and he was used to it. But, now, you had insulted him so violently that he could not believe it.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you. Can you come into my office, please?" his father asked you. You nodded and followed him. You had no idea what he had to tell you, but it must have been important. He and you went to his office which was decorated with statues and paintings. You admired La Nuit étoilée by Vincent van Gogh.

"It's beautiful. No?" Vincent's father asked you.

"Yes, a nice copy."

"I knew you had a knack for this sort of thing. There's no doubt about it, you are your father's daughter." You replied with a small smile. He put back his desk and invited you to you to sit down. "But, I didn't invite you here to talk about art and painting." You took a chair and sat down.

"About business? You need to see my father about it."

"No, Y/N. It's not about that." You took a deep breath. You feared the worst. "It's about marriage." Oh shit, here we go again. You gazed the painting again and sighed. "I know you only are fifteen years old, but I just want to know if you plan to study after high school."

"Why? Do you want us to get married us as soon as I'm eighteen years old?"

"The sooner the better."

You listened him, hesitant and embarrassed. "Sir, I appreciate you. But, what you say is…"

"Did I shock you?"

No. Really! Of course you were shocked! Although, you had to be as courteous as possible. Your family's reputation was at stake. "I'll be honest with you. I want to study art and history after high school and... I don't feel ready for this..."

"I understand... You want to take over your father's business." Yes, it was true. You wanted that. You wanted to be like your father. You grew up in a family of wine merchants, sculptors and art dealers. Even though it was your brother who had to take over the family business, you did everything you could to live up to their expectations.

"Yes. And I know that my brother doesn't want it."

"Your father will not agree."

"I know that too. That's why I want to show him that I'm better than Edouard."

He laughed. Was he mocking you? Then, he focused on you. "A competitor. I like it." He put his elbows on the table and leaned toward you. "I want to help you. I will discuss with your father."

Your eyes widened. You knew that he wasn't doing this out of kindness. You looked serious. "What do you want in return?"

A little smirk appeared on his face. "And a smart girl. You are quite different from the girls who hang around my son. So naive, so stupid." He stood up in his armchair. "I want you to protect Vincent."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Yes, you heard right me. I want you to protect my son."

"Why? He's a big boy. He can protect himself."

"Maybe. But, soon, he will take over a big company. And in that company, many people will want to get to him, kill him or shoot him from his position."

"And you are afraid that they will not be able to deal with these problems on their own."

"Correct." He stood up and watched from the window. "You know, my wife's help saved me a lot of trouble. Sometimes she was much further along than I was. Ever since we were married, I knew I couldn't do everything myself. In this kind of business, it’s dangerous to manage everything alone."

"So, we work in pairs."

"We are a team. This team is stronger and smarter. Especially when two geniuses are leading it."

"That's why you want me to be his wife..." You murmured.

"Exactly." He turned to you and came to your side. "But, Vincent doesn't like it. He wants to keep the control over everything."

"I've seen that." you said, rolling your eyes.

"I know it's not easy. This is why I think you will be a good wife for him. You know how to stop him and bring him down from his pedestal."

"This is mainly about your business and my money, connard." you thought. You sighed and gazed at your watch. It was getting late. He had noticed it and returned to his desk.

"It's late. Go home. We will carry this discussion later." He called for a butler to escort you to the main gate.

Vincent intercepted you in the main corridor.

"What were you talking about?"

"Something."

"But, what?"

"Something."

You could see that he didn't like your answer at all and it made you smile. You felt like you had control over him, like you had the power. You liked this feeling. Finally, it would be interesting to become his wife after all.

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Translate French-English:

Le Brevet: This is the first degree in the French system of education, an exam at the ending of middle school.

Bonjour, Monsieur: Good evening, sir.

Le BAC : Final exam at the end of high school.

Père : Father

Connard : asshole

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harleyqueen24 · 1 year

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We were just kids

Vincent de Gramont x Female Reader

Warning: Fluff, too many cute things.

WORD COUNT : 1.3k words

Summary: You meet Vincent during a picnic organise by your families, during your birthday. This is your first meet and your parents have something which very important to tell you.

Notes: Just, this is my first story in English. So be understandable if there are spelling errors. English is not my principal language. If you want a French version, tell me.

Special thanks to @murasakispace who helped me.

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

It was a sunshine day. The De Gramont family organised a picnic in the garden of their Parisian mansion. Various families were invited, along with your family. The tables were decorated with many cakes and sweets. A little girl tried to take a piece of cheesecake, but was unsuccessful. Her big eyes looked enviously at this piece of cake, and she stood on tiptoe. At the moment, you were wearing in beautiful blue dress and headband. A hand came to stop you and carried you to another table. You let slip several childish complaints, but your mother didn't care.

She gently pushed you in front of the De Gramont family and their son, Vincent. The little boy was dressed in a blue three-piece suit and his hair was neatly styled. Your father came over to the Vincent's father and shook his hand.

"Good afternoon, it’s been a long time, mon ami."

"Bonjour, how are you since the last time?"

They exchanged jokes for a few minutes. And then your father's hand came to you.

"Do you remember about my daughter? She is seven years old today."

"Of course! How could I forget her?" he bent down to you. "How is la petite princesse? You are very pretty today!" You replied with a big smile and nodded your head.

"I'm fine. Thank you for looking after me."

He stood up, surprised.

"And she is polite! What more could we ask for?" he put his hand on your head and strocked you kindness. "You're a good and smart girl."

You laughed and looked at him with sparkling eyes. It was your birthday and everyone said that you were beautiful, kind, smart and funny. Everything that you loved. The little boy came in front of you, pushed by his mother.

"I don't think that you remember my son. His name is Vincent, he was four years old the last time that you two met."

You observed the handsome boy, he had the face of an angel face: green eyes and blond hair. This face was familiar, but very blurred in your mind. You were one year old, so it was impossible for you to remember him. He reached out to you.

"Bonjour, Y/N. Nice to meet you."

You looked at his hand, then took it with a big smile on your face.

"Nice to meet you too, Vincent."

He blushed a little and didn't know how and what answer. Your parents pushed you to the playground, where other boys and girls were enjoying themselves. You saw the swing and ran in its direction. Vincent slowly followed you.

"Do you like it?" he asked you.

"Yes!" You tried to ride on the board, but without success. So, you turned to Vincent with sad eyes. "Please, help me! I'm so small!"

"OK, but just for this once." he sighed.

He caught you by your hips and lifted you up to sit on the swing. A boy, older than you, arrived. When you saw him, your face lit up and a word came out of your mouth: "Brother!" At that moment, you jumped onto the swing and ran into his arms. Vincent sighed, again. He had the feeling he'd have to get back on the swing again. But, you didn't care, because your brother was there. The one and only man that you loved. "You could finally come!"

"Yes, mon petit lapin. How could I have missed your birthday?"

He kissed you on your cheek and you took his hand.

"Follow me! I want to play on the swing!"

"OK, Y/N. Anything for my princess."

Your brother was very kind and helped you with eveything. He pushed you until you felt you could fly. Although your joy was short-lived. Your mother called him, and he had to leave you. You were sad, and when Vincent came to play with you, you just would cry. The little boy was embarrassed and he had no idea how to calm you down. So, he put his hand on your head. You stopped crying almost immediately.

"It's okay, now? You're not sad anymore?" he asked you. Your answer was just a nod. A small smile appeared on his face. "Do you know how to speak? Or, shall I teach you?" Was he making fun of you? You hated it.

"Of course! I'm a big girl! I'm seven years old today!"

"Wow! You're so big!" He had this smile. That stupid and arrogant smile. He irritated you. "I'm sorry, princesse, but I'm older than you. So, I look more like a big boy than you."

"Oh. And, how old are you, Mr Oldest?" you answered with a little smirk. He stared at you, amused. You were the first to stand up to him.

"Ten," he answered. Your eyes widened. It was a shock for you. "What's that look on your face? Why are you shocked?" You laughed, amused at his question. "Why are you laughing at me?" he asked you angrily.

"I'm sorry, but, you look like an eight-year-old boy." you replied. And BAM! His ego was affected. He didn't like it. No, he hated this expression on your face and your high and mocking voice. If he could, he’d beat you in front of everyone. Then everyone would be in charge of this place. But, his mother’s voice brought him back to himself. She also called you, then you came and Vincent too.

"Children, we have something very important to tell you." It doesn’t bode well for such a sentence and you knew. Vincent's mother hesitated and gazed at her husband. He sighed and glanced at your father. Your mother also looked at him. So, it’s up to him to announce the news. He bent down to you.

"Children, we’ve talked a lot…. We’ve agreed on one thing." You didn't know what he was saying to you. Although, he mad you afraid to talk like that. He looked at you and said something to you. "My daughter, mon petit coeur, I think you're going to hate me. But... I have to do this. Understand me, please."

"What's going on, Dad?"you asked him, worried.

"It doesn't matter, but... I'm so sorry for you." You looked at him without understanding. He turned to your playmate, putting a hand on his shoulder and another on yours.

"Y/N, let me introduce Vincent... Your fiancé."

Fiancé? What? You didn't understand. "What does that mean?"

"Vincent and you are going to get married."

You fixed at your father, then at Vincent, then back at your father again. "No! I'm getting married big brother!" Your father smiled.

"You know that's impossible. You can't."

"But, he promised me!"

"Y/N, I'm telling you that it's impossible. Your future husband is Vincent."

Your tears began to fall and you cried. "No! I don't want! I don't want him!" Your father tried to calm you down and Vincent saw you annoyed. He would just play in his room. He was fed up with all the fussing and crying. Other people continued without giving you any thought.

Your father peeped at Vincent's father. "Maybe we should wait a little while before we clarify. They are too young to know if it suits them or not."

"That's a good idea. We'll wait. But, I want them to continue to meet."

"It's not a problem. Y/N will come here after school and do homework with Vincent." You stared at your father, surprised. Then, you turned your head to Vincent. He had the same reaction as you. And, you knew that your relationship would never be the same again.

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Translate French-English :

mon ami : my friend

Bonjour : Good afternoon/Hello

la petite princesse : the little princess

mon petit lapin : my bunny

mon petit coeur : my little sweetheart

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