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The Petrichor (Part 1)

Moritz de Vries (Das Parfum) x f!reader

Context: A French girl meets a perfumer on a rainy day, and he has a very interesting proposition.

Thank you so much, @gaeleneinar, for helping me with my writing!

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The rain was pouring down onto the city. Paris, the city of love, even though not so many lovers could be found out there in such dreadful weather. Probably like the rest of them, Y/n found refuge in a small café where she decided to wait until the downpour came to an end. The place was packed, and at first she thought there was no place left for her. Thankfully, the bartender pointed with his finger to the last empty chair. It was in the far end of the room, in a dark corner hardly illuminated by the bulb hanging from the ceiling. After taking her order, she uneasily crossed the room, filled with drenched people. Arriving in front of the table, a man was already seated in the opposite chair. He had short hair and was dressed in dark clothes. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing so heavily, she could see his nostrils flutter. Puzzled, Y/n tried at first to sit as silently as possible, while removing her wet jacket. However, her movement seemed to distract the man as his breathing intensified. A grin slowly curled up the corner of his lips.

She was starting to worry about the man, wondering if he had trouble breathing, when the bartender interrupted her trail of thoughts.

“-Here's your café latte Mademoiselle.

-Thank you very much," she answered, before he hurried back to his busy job.

When her gaze returned to the man, a pair of dark blue eyes were fixed on her. He wasn't breathing strongly like a second ago, but the way his eyes bore into her made her feel like he was watching as hard as he had been breathing. Taking it all in.

"-Hello," the man said in French.

His voice was smooth and deep, it held something dangerous, but the way it reached Y/n's ears was so inviting.

"-Bonjour," she answered startled.

His whole presence was startling, and she was fighting to get her eyes off him. Intimidated by his insistent gaze, Y/n busied herself with her cup of coffee, adding sugar and swirling the liquid with her spoon.

She was just about to drink when the man leaned a bit forward with his elbows on the table.

"-What is your name sweetheart?," he asked with a charming yet unsettling smile.

"-Y/n.

-Y/n..."he repeated as if he was tasting the name in his mouth. "It's beautiful."

She smiled awkwardly, even though he was acting quite charmingly, she couldn't shrug off this weird feeling in her chest. She couldn't find what this man's intentions were.

"-Listen," she said. "You look like a... Nice man. But I've no idea where you wanna go with the compliments and insistent gaze. If I sat with you, it's because it's the only place left."

The man chuckled deeply, his eyes filled with mischief.

"-My name is Moritz De Vries," he introduced himself, holding out his hand above the table. "I'm a perfumer, and I create perfume out of people's scents."

His response left Y/n speechless. She had never met a perfumer before, and always thought perfumes were created from plants, flowers and so on.

"-When it's raining, people's scent is increased and embellished by the Petrichor," he started explaining. "One could say it's the earthy scent produced when rain soaks a dry soil... or skin. So I like to hang out in places like this to find new...subjects." He gestured towards me with a knowing look. "And I think I just found one."

This time, it was Y/n's turn to chuckle. What a bizarre idea! Lurking in a crowded place to find someone's odor. Hers from all others!

"-This is crazy," she laughed, not too loud though, she didn't want to hurt this poor man's feelings. "This place is packed, how could you even recognize my odor from all the others?"

"-I can, because I'm a professional," he answered smugly. But she wasn't buying it, and he felt it. "You want some proof, don't you?"

She raised her eyebrows in approval, and his grin became even wider. He liked the challenge, especially since he was about to win it.

"-First, you're wearing some kind of cheap vanilla perfume," he said with a disgusted wince as if to say: really woman? Vanilla? You're better than that! "Secondly, even though you drank your coffee, I can tell your mouthwash is a mix of mint and verveine, and that you had white wine for lunch, as well as vegetables cooked with paprika. Food scents on clothes are really hard to get rid of. They are quite annoying impurities, staining someone's real scent."

Once again, Y/n was left speechless. He was right about everything, and she couldn't decide whether this Moritz De Vries was someone with an incredible talent that she should take advantage of. Or if he was invading her privacy in a twisted way, and that she should get away from him as soon as she could. Maybe it was both. Seeing the frown on her face made him smile victoriously, he knew by then that he had her.

"-So how does this whole thing work?" she asked sheepishly.

"-It's called the Cold Enfleurage, you catch the scent with a cloth soaked in grease that you wrap around the body," he explained before adding. "Naked."

"-No way I'm gonna do that," she scoffed. "I'm not gonna lay naked for a stranger to wrap me in grease!"

The couple sitting next to them turn around surprised, earning an awkward look from Y/n. Moritz De Vries didn't pay them any mind and kept his attention on Y/n.

"-Am I the first one you're asking that?

-No absolutely not," he chuckled. "Dozens of women agreed to do it before you. "

"-Dozens!" she repeated surprised. "But tell me, what do I earn from... Whatever this is."

"-Well, first this whole process gives you the softest skin," he enumerated. "And I can create a perfume for your body odor that suits you perfectly. Way better than whatever you're wearing right now."

"-I don't care whether my skin is soft or not, and the perfume I wear right now is good enough for me," she strokes back. "Can't you give me something real?"

"-What do you mean by real?" he asked, amused by their verbal jousting.

"-Money is real for example.

"-I don't do money. This is not how I work," he replied dryly. "What else is real for you?"

"-Well..."she searched for a few seconds. "Food, material assets, real estate, freedom, sex..."

He let out a deep chuckle. "Well I can only give you one from the list you've just made," he mused.

"-I don't need food, Monsieur De Vries," she replied.

"-I wasn't talking about food... Mademoiselle Y/l-n." he said with a malicious smile. "Look, I'm gonna be honest with you." he continued more seriously. "Your scent fascinates me, and I want it. I'll offer you something in return, whatever you want," he assented before adding. "But not money."

A silence washed over the table, Y/n was pondering under the unwavering and inscrutable gaze of the perfumer. He was a patient man, he could easily wait an hour like this until she said yes, and he knew she would. The answer came faster than he was expecting it to arrive, and a smile stretched his mouth. He explained to her that he preferred to do it as soon as possible in the day, for the Petrichor and her scent to still be mixed during the preparation. Nodding her head, Y/n watched Moritz get up from his chair and go behind her to hold her jacket and put it on her. He was tall, and the way he was easily moving around the crowded place made her feel like she was watching a predator progressing in the jungle.

Once outside he quickly called a taxi to come and get them. While waiting for it, Y/n was leaning against the café's wall, trying to avoid the rain still pouring from the gray clouds above them. Moritz put his hands on her shoulder, and gently led her to stand right below the downpour. It was cold, wet and deeply unpleasant, Moritz laughed at her wincing face.

"-Are you serious!?"she said in disbelief, but he was holding her there quite firmly after all.

"-The wetter, the better," he answered amused by her distress. "Just, let me..." he started before reaching out to her ponytail.

He tugged on the elastic that was holding it in place until it came undone. He smiled while running his hand through her hair to spread it on her shoulders and back. Around them, the few people running from the rain were looking at them with a strange look. How weird to see this woman standing in the rain, while the man talking to her was safely standing below the overhang.

"-See?" he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. "You're beautiful."

She lowered her head, hiding the blush coloring her cheeks, but her chin met his fingers, gently holding it up to face him again. His thumb caressed her rosy cheeks to chase away the droplets of rain. He was so close to her, closer than what is normally allowed between two people who have just met, his own clothes starting to get drenched too.

"-Now let's not get awkward about all this, shall we?" he inquired.

But before she could reply, his eyes darted to look behind her, the taxi had arrived and was waiting for them. He opened the door for her and gave the address to the driver. A tension was palpable in the back of the car, the atmosphere was heavy, hot, and wet. Every ten seconds, she kept asking herself if it was a good idea. This man had quite a collection of red flags, his visit card and ID barely softening her doubtful mind. But he was giving off a feeling of security, among the danger. If you're trapped into the lion's den, at least you're sure that no one is ever going to trouble you. Now all it was about was not to get eaten by the lion.

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echoe-l · 3 years

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The Petrichor (Part 3)

Moritz de Vries (Das Parfum) x f!reader

Context: A French girl meets a perfumer on a rainy day, and he has a very interesting proposition.

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Sensing a presence, Y/n opened her eyes.

"-Hello sleeping beauty," Moritz whispered with a grin.

Half an hour later, Y/n was rid off of the grease soaked clothes. During the last step of the process, Moritz gently scraped the grease off her skin with a curved blade. Sitting naked on the edge of the bed, the perfumer on his knees in front of her, Y/n was breathing heavily. She looked down on the man positioned between her thigh and couldn't help but trap her lip between her teeth. It was hot. He was hot. She couldn't deny it, but the way he was hanging her out to dry was infuriating to her. The way he knew everything she wanted and needed, and that way before she knew it herself.

As if to prove her thoughts right, a grin crept up Moritz lips. His hand following the path of the blade on her upper thigh got more and more touchy. His palm caressing and massaging the skin more than needed to be. At the second the last blade scratch was applied to her thigh and that no more grease was left on her body, Y/n stood up abruptly. Moritz, who was still on his knees, looked up at her with a questioning look. Suddenly becoming aware of her nakedness, Y/n tried to hide her body with her arms and hands, without much success.

"-What are you doing?" he asked, his eyebrow quirking.

"-I-I need to take a shower," she stammered.

"-Sure, let me help you," he shrugged before getting up.

Y/n took her clothes and followed him sheepishly to the bathroom where he ran the hot water in the bathtub before gathering some towels. Seeing that he wasn't about to leave, Y/n cleared her voice a few times before he looked at her again, with a quizzical face.

"-What?" he asked innocently.

"-Well, I need you to leave when I shower," she explained with a dull voice.

At first, his expression showed genuine surprise. But suddenly, a knowing look, that Y/n started to recognize ô too well, crept up on his face, much to her displeasure.

"-You are upset,"he pointed out, his arms crossing across his chest.

At that point, Y/n knew better than to tell him wrong. So she decided to stand here, waiting for him to display her deepest feelings, as if she was an open book. And so he did, as he didn’t need any invitation for that matter.

" -It's because of the kiss earlier?" Moritz asked, but didn't wait for an answer he already had, so he continued. "Or because I didn't carry on with this little make-out session we were having?"

Inside, Y/n was starting to boil. He was making it sound so futile, so unimportant. But even though Y/n would never admit it to him, this "little making out session" was the best thing any man had ever done to her. Maybe it was the setting, the charm this older man was giving off, or simply the fact that he knew everything she wanted. With a single hot headed kiss, he made her see stars, so what could he do more, she was burning to know. But right now, her ego was bruised, and she was a stubborn woman.

"-Out," she cut him off.

"-You are going to need some help," he argued, not moving a foot.

"-I said out, I know how to shower," Y/n repeated, standing as tall as she could in front of the man.

The latter lifted his hands in a mocking surrender motion, before slowly exiting the room.

" - I won't be too far if you need me..." he added before closing the door.

Y/n shot him a "you can always dream" look, before locking the door.

On the other side, Moritz shrugged off his overalls and finished cleaning everything. He was rather a lonely person, and he didn't mind. The occasional feminine company he had was either for work, pleasure or both. But it was never serious, at least on his side, and if the girls got carried away, he had no problem ghosting or being brutally honest with them.

Soon, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Y/n's voice, calling him from the bathroom.

"-Well it was about time," he whispered to himself.

Heading towards the bathroom, he took a bottle in one of his bags before knocking on the door.

"-It's open," Y/n's voice came through the wood.

Closing the door behind him, Moritz looked down at Y/n in the bathtub. Her knees were pressed against her chest and her hair was a tangled mess on her back.

"-My hair, I can't do anything," she said exasperated.

"-Let me see," he said, getting down on his knees to be at her level. "You need this product to get rid of the grease, water, and shampoo actually makes it worse."

"-Wait, why didn't you tell me before?" she said, shocked.

"-Because you told me you knew how to shower love," he replied in a malicious tone.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n repressed herself from answering back. She knew arguing with this man was leading nowhere. Meanwhile, Moritz was taking his time, rolling back his sleeves before applying the product. A tense silence fell in the room, only broken by the sound of the water and their heavy breathing in the steamy room. His hands were slowly untangling her locks, savoring each gesture he was making. Once her hair was nice and loosened, his hands slowly moved down to her shoulders. When his fingers touched her skin, they both let out a small gasp. Her skin was the smoothest of all, and never before it had felt so sensitive to her. Trying not to rush too much, Moritz leaned forward to press a chaste kiss on her neck. Soon followed by a couple others, on her shoulder blades and her cheek. However, Y/n's patience had its limits, and she wasn't going to be left to dry like half an hour ago. So her hands reached out behind her to grab his face, and she turned hers to crash her lips onto his. Once again, it was one of the best kisses she ever experienced in her whole life. Soon they separated, breathless, before Moritz continued with his trail of kisses.

"-You must be a lucky man," Y/n whispered between two moans. " Every time you have sex, you have it with women that has the softest of skin."

She felt Moritz's teeth on her skin as he started laughing, before looking up to her eyes. He was breathtaking, his hair was wet from her touch and his shirt was damped.

"-Yeah, maybe I am," he replied cheekily.

Somewhat, Y/n was hoping he'd reply "no". That she was the only one with whom he was doing this, 'cause no one ever attracted him this way. She was hoping he would tell everything she felt at the moment, like this she wouldn't have to say it later. Or perhaps she would never need to, as he probably already knew everything. That's why she was hoping he could say everything for her. But instead, his arms sank into the water to grab her by the waist. His hand eventually pressed against her butt, and squeezed her flushed against him.

"-Maybe I'm the luckiest guy in the world," he continued with a lowered voice.

He pressed his lips against hers again, kissing her fully and passionately. Soon his arms reached out to grab her by the back and legs, before lifting her up and getting her out of the bathtub. Without even breaking this kiss, Moritz smiled, feeling the little squealing of surprise muffled into his mouth. He put her gently on the bathroom floor, her skin making a wet sound when it touched the cold bathroom tiles. Moritz placed his knees on either side of her body, towering over her. He leaned once again to give him a lustful kiss, holding her face with both hands.

Outside the bathroom, water could be seen leaking from the bottom of the door. A small trickle, making its way from Y/n's wet body spread against the floor, all the way through the corridor. Panting, and heavy breathing could be heard, as the perfumer was grinning at the arched figure below him.

Moritz still had his satisfied smirk when he looked at himself in the mirror, after leaving Y/n to end her shower. Finishing putting on a new shirt, he waited for her comfortably sitting in the armchair, whistling a tune absently. When she came out of the bathroom, freshly cleaned up, he welcomed her with a cheeky smile.

Y/n's cheeks were flushed at the sight, the memory of his touch still burning her mind, and skin.

"-Um, it's nearly time for dinner," Y/n began shyly. "Would you like to come and eat with me?"

"-Of course," Moritz answered. The hold he seemed to have on her was something he definitely didn’t anticipate, at least not to this point. "The hotel has a very good restaurant," he suggested before standing up.

Approaching her, he stopped a foot away from her. He was towering over her, and Y/n's breath got caught in her throat for a moment. Then, he silently handed her his arm in a gentleman gesture.

"-Shall we?" he whispered, getting her out of her trance.

"-Yes," she answered gently before getting her stuff, and leaving the hotel room, her arm entwined with his.

o§o

"-Well, I spent a wonderful evening with you, Y/n," Moritz praised, taking her hands into his.

It was around 10pm, and the rain had stopped. They were both standing in front of the Hotel entrance, eyes locked.

"-I have too," Y/n answered, her cheeks reddening once again.

Suddenly, she seemed to recall something, and began to look for something in her bag. Getting out a piece of paper and a pen, she wrote a few digits on it before handing it to Moritz.

"-Here, it's my number," she explained awkwardly. "You, you'll call me?" she stammered a bit, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

"-Of course I will," Moritz reassured her, a smile creeping up his lips. "I promise you I will."

"-Thanks," Y/n said, relieved, before taking a few steps back. "Well, thank you for everything and..."

Moritz gave her a questioning look before taking hold of her arm to pull her flushed in his arms.

"-You weren't about to leave without saying goodbye, were you?" he asked in a cheeky tone, his hands wrapping around her waist in a possessive gesture.

Not waiting for her answer, he caught her lips between his and kissed her passionately. Around them, people going in and out of the hotel were smiling a little, or rolling their eyes at the show they were putting on. Wrapping himself one last time into her scent, Moritz finally broke the kiss. This time, he didn't stop her when she took a few steps backwards.

"-Don't forget," Y/n added, pointing at the paper she gave to him.

"-I promise," he repeated, before watching her turn around and at some point disappear in the crowd.

Running a hand in his hair, he smiled contently, it has been a fruitful day, indeed.

Half an hour later, his stuff was sent to the atelier, and he gave back the keys to the Hotel. Leaving the place with a light step, he waited at the nearest crosswalk, watching the flow of cars passing by. Feeling the paper at the bottom of his pocket, he pulled it out. Not even bothering to read what was written on it, he threw it into the nearest trash can. Seeing the light turning green, he crossed the road. Rain started to pour down on the city once again, the car headlights making colorful patterns by reflecting themselves onto the wet asphalt.

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