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Quid Pro Quo 37
She wanted to stay in Paris; Vincent Karm wanted to reinvent his image. A mere business arrangement in the form of “I do” and a set of rings. The last thing either of them expected was for the line to blur, for the lie and façade to fall somewhere along the way, and leave them facing an unspoken truth.
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In the end, nothing was missing.  The liquid balance in the account could be traced back to the hold placed back when he was arrested.  Records indicated Vincent was the only one to withdraw funds or make any kind of transaction.
Technically, it was a good thing.  From a financial standpoint.  
I never doubted the man, but Eugene’s story holds, Vincent mused as he leaned back in his chair.
He’d hated crawling out of bed and leaving Sophia alone, especially after…
But he couldn’t sleep.  There was too much to do and so little time to do it.  Today’s meeting had been a success, but barely.  The sooner everything was in place, the sooner they could go public with Sophia’s information, and put all of this behind them.  Thankfully, the hotel cafe was still open and they served decent coffee.
He’d left the other two chairpeople in need of persuasion to Raphael and Carter, a division of work that required getting the latter up to speed first.  It turned out the designer held closer ties due to a prior investment and Vincent could hardly argue against efficiency and the leverage of connections.  
If this is true, there won’t exactly be candidates lining up as replacements, read one text from earlier that day.  You better have a plan.  And a padded bank account.
He was Vincent Karm.  Of course he had a plan.
Once they were arrested, the board members would dump their shares.  He could buy back the company he grew from the ground-up and run it with a smaller board.  Or perhaps buy out the remaining three to bring it back to its former state, with him as CEO and no one else to answer to.
The former was becoming more appealing.  
Not that he would admit it to anyone just yet.
“What an interesting place to find you.”
The voice, too familiar for comfort, brought Vincent out of his thoughts.  
Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear…
“I didn’t think you would be holed up in the Swiss Alps, Karm.  Paris wasn’t wintery enough for your wife?”
Julian Morean seated himself across from Vincent with ease and crossed a leg across his knee.  The younger man waved to the staff member on duty and placed his drink order before he turned his attention back to Vincent.
This was precisely the last place he expected to run into the lawyer.
“We wanted to get out of the city for a while,” Vincent replied, his words smooth.
“You so rarely take time off in the final quarter, it’s well-deserved.”
Vincent gave a wry raise of his eyebrows, understanding exactly what the lawyer meant.  He was generous enough with raises and time off for others but for the past almost-twenty years, Vincent worked through the last few days of the year.  
“Aren’t you usually in Marseille at the end of the year, Julian?”
“Usually.  I’m visiting a university friend who’s hosting his New Years party nearby; a few of us decided to get together early and enjoy the scenery.  I only just arrived; this is one of the few places that was open.”
How convenient.
The waiter brought over the unexpected guest’s drink and a fresh pot of coffee, unprompted.  One thing Vincent liked about this hotel was the service, how needs were anticipated at just the right time.  Sophia outdid herself in arranging their accommodations.
Morean picked up his drink–an iced something that looked more like dirty water than much else–and took a sip before he spoke again.
“Her gifts went over very well, although your absences were noted.  How kind of her to take the time to bake.”
“Yes, well, Sophia is full of surprises.”
“Such as storming out in the morning with suitcases and a cat carrier in tow?”
Vincent’s heart almost stopped on a dime when Morean pulled his phone out of his suit jacket and placed it on the table.  Pictures of Sophia, damp hair falling forward and hiding what the hood of her sweatshirt didn’t.  But the exterior of the building was unmistakable, as was the furry face pressed against the front of the carrier.  Shots of the car she called.  Of Louise’s building.  Of Luc greeting her at the sidewalk.
Enough to paint a picture that would be his downfall.
“I kept it quiet, of course.  After the photos all those months ago, I knew you wouldn’t want a repeat.”
The lawyer settled back in his seat and put his phone away.
“Coming here, out of the city, would have been my advice, too.  It’s too early for marital woes.”
Your advice or advice from your puppet masters?
“It’s resolved.  I appreciate your diligence.”
“You know what you have to do, right?  With someone like her?”
Vincent’s brow twitched.  He would have to take the bait for now; if Morean found out he knew and that other machinations were at play, their plan would be over before it started.
When he didn’t respond, Morean leaned across the table.  One hand planted itself on the table while the other reached and smoothed Vincent’s collar.
“Knock her up and she’ll stop being such a menace,” the lawyer whispered.  “A wife without a family to look after is unnatural.”
He dusted the non-existent lint off of Vincent’s shoulder.
“And a figurehead without a family to care for is not a good look for the company.”
Vincent swallowed the acid that burned his throat, smiled, and said, “Why else do you think we’re out of the country?”
It sickened him to say it.  As old-fashioned as he was, he whole-heartedly disagreed with the ideas spouted by the man in front of him.  Children were nothing but a hindrance to a career like Sophia’s and he was too busy and too old to be any kind of present father-figure.
Morean straightened Vincent’s tie, pushing the knot just a little too high, before he clapped him on the shoulder.
“Good man.”  
The lawyer pulled away and sat back down.  
“To your future, then,” Morean said as he reached for his glass and raised it, as if in a toast.
Vincent raised his own cup, muttered salut , and took a long dredge; he needed the caffeine to make it through this.  Morean smirked.
“You may, uh, want to lay off the coffee after this, though.  She might be younger than you but you don’t want to affect your chances now, hmm?”
The older man glared before he laid a few Euros on the table, tongue tingling.  Strange, coffee never did this to him.  His heart felt as though it was going to jump out of his chest.  It was working twice as hard, perhaps thrice, almost entirely out of rhythm.  Despite that, he felt an icy chill running through him.
He didn’t have a history of cardiac problems, although he was always warned about his blood pressure-it came with the territory of his job.  Vincent sat straight, fully aware Morean was watching him as he tried to slow his heart rate.
His thoughts were soon swimming with nothing more than a longing to be back upstairs.  He missed the scent of orange blossoms, the way her hair tickled his cheek, her blue eyes as clear as the waters near Faa’a.  There was magic in the way she braided her hair absently when she was thinking.  He sometimes watched her fingers seek the strands of hair and nimbly cross them over each other without breaking her focus.  Those same fingers on his skin, in his hair, tugging at his clothes in need, in want .
They might not have intended to end up this way, to end up relying on each other, bonding over their common losses, but they had.  At the end of the day, they’d grown attached, fallen over a precipice he didn’t know existed.
Vincent pretended to check his watch and pressed two fingers to his wrist, checking his pulse.  Too fast.  Too fast to be healthy.  But why?
He needed her.  Everything else was trivial in comparison and faded from his mind. Morean said nothing, merely waved as Vincent briskly excused himself from their table and walked out of the cafe towards the elevators.
Vincent’s peripheral vision grew dark as he finally stumbled forward into an elevator after rapid-fire presses of the call button.  He blinked a few times to try and regain it and keep his wits about him.  His vision was relatively perfect but the dark rims on his field of sight remained.
His heart never once changed pace, blood rushing in his ears.
Sophia.
All he could think about was her.  Nothing else around him…no, in the world, mattered as much as she did.
He felt sweat beading at his brow as he forced himself to stand straight.  Vincent pulled out the handkerchief he always kept on him, dabbing his forehead.  And then he loosened his tie and undid his top button, fingers trembling.  Hot.  It was hot.  No, he was hot. It was winter and he was in the Alps; the hotel was generous with the heat but certainly not enough to fry their clients.
He got out of the elevator and fumbled with his room key.  When it didn’t work as it should have, Vincent knocked harder than he meant to on their suite door, leaning on the doorframe.  His vision was darker now, the black space tightening like an aperture on a camera.  He heard footsteps, the cover over the eyehole and then he saw her .
Sophia looked sleepy, a soft plush robe wrapped around her.  He woke her.  How could he have done that?  Why hadn’t the stupid lock opened?
That color faded from her face as Sophia looked at him, eyes wide with concern.
“Vincent, are you-“
“Sophia, Morean was–,” the words came out through tight vocal cords, and suddenly breathing became so much harder.  “Mon amour, I’m–“
His grip on the doorframe failed and his knees buckled, a slight panic in her voice as she called his name, over and over. Sophia reached for him to keep him from hitting the floor.  
Before Vincent’s vision went entirely black, hurt blossomed over her face like a time-lapsed flower.  Agony.  Again.
He didn’t deserve her.
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fat-rolls-frictions · 5 years
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millie: i’m one stupid bastard
leo: (scandalized) you’re most certainly not!
millie: vincent, do you think i’m a stupid bastard?
vincent: you absolutely are-
millie: THANK YOU
vincent: -and no one but you are allowed to say this
millie: exactly! see, he gets me!
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askvincentkarm · 5 years
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So, how did those chicken nuggets taste?
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I…am…stunned at how much flavor is packed into these tiny pieces of chicken.  How utterly…delicious.  I’ve never enjoyed any other food quite so much.  Not even those cocktail hot dogs.
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denouemwnt · 6 years
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the masquerade
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pairing: vincent karm x mc/reader
warnings: nope
summary: You are in Paris again for a masquerade and you come back to a familiar face who stole your heart two years ago.
request: Ooooh, could you do a Vincent/MC fic where they’re at a masquerade and may or may not know each other?
words: 1715
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You would be lying if you said you didn't miss the famous city of love. You had a lot of opportunities to come back to France, but after everything you lived here, it was for the best to stay a couple of years away. A lot of memories came to mind when your plane arrived in Paris. The death of your best friend, Kat, working at the City of Love for Raphael, the flooding that you thought it was impossible to stop it and a certain someone that you still regret not telling your feelings to.
You take a deep breath and look at the mansion, where a lot of people are entering with their fancy attire and rich faces covered by masks. You weren’t one of them, that was obvious. The invitation just got in your hands because you met the hostess of the party in one of your business trips to London, you had no idea she actually lived in Paris.
After checking in your camera phone if at least your appearance is fine, you exit the limo that your friend insisted you to use. Even being successful with your career, you prefer living a simpler life than you could afford. You just don’t match with this luxury life.
When you entered the mansion, no one you know gets in your sight. Well, everyone is wearing masks, so you just probably didn’t recognize someone. From all Paris, you can’t be the only one of the group of the people you know here. Of course, you miss everyone, they were present in an unforgettable period of your life and you just hope at least one of them is here.
You find the table you were supposed to sit but instead of talking with the people you have no idea who they are, you decided to find the place where you can get something to drink. A waiter with glasses of champagne caught your attention and you happily get one.
“After two years, it is good to have you back in Paris again.” Your body simply froze when you heard his voice behind you. From all the people you knew in this damn city, why Vincent? The only thing you hear is the fast rhythm of your heartbeat. You look at the champagne and drink it all at once. He is Vincent Karm, of course, he would get invited, but you weren’t prepared to get face to face with him at this party. 
“Vincent Karm.” You smile at the always well-dressed man, hiding the side that is screaming inside you. “It is good to see you too after all these years.” He looks taller than you remembered and more handsome than ever.
He is dressed in a different black and green suit matching a black mask covering half of his face, his eyes and his mouth being the only parts of him you can see. And when you realize, you are lost in the tones of green in his iris. 
“You look stunning, Y/N.” He takes your hand in his. ”Exquisite as always, ma chérie.” Vincent brings it closer to his mouth and you can feel his breath against your skin, making your heart beats faster than already were, what you thought that was impossible. Your breath gets caught in your throat when he looks deeply into your eyes for long seconds. Oh, he is enjoying this for sure. Vincent must know the effect he has on you, playing with your feelings like this. He finally kisses your hand, caressing your skin before leaving it. You recompose yourself, calming your agitated breath.
“And you look handsome as always, Mr. Karm.” You hoped that you would get him by surprise complimenting this way, but he just smirked at you, studying your face carefully. You hear that a calm song stars playing in the background and you see couples dancing in the middle of the ballroom. “May I have this dance?” You extend your hand to him, failing to hide your playful smile.
He chuckles and nod, leading you to the center, where the other couples were. Vincent started leading the both of you around the ballroom and you followed him, dancing to the beat of the sound, moving your bodies in sync. You felt him getting closer to you, feeling his chest against yours. You weren’t the only one, his heart was beating fast too, you could feel it. He just could hide it so perfectly.
You try to look at everything around you but Vincent. You can feel his eyes on your face, trying to make you look at him while you are dancing. You are dying to say how you felt these years away from Paris, how many times you wanted to stop everything you were doing to catch the next flight just to see him. You were a fool to think that being away from him again would be better for you, that your feelings for him weren’t real. It is your chance to do it and if you don’t do it now, you know that later you won’t have the courage. It should be something so simple. You love him and that’s it. When you are with Vincent you just feel like you can finally be happy. And then you look at him again, smiling, a bright and contagious one that makes Vincent smile back at you. It is now or never.
“Why don’t we take a walk in the garden, Ms. L/N?” You were about to talk to him, but he does it first. Vincent is serious now, you can see that something is bothering him. You have never seen that expression on him, and that left you worried. You nod and he offers his arm and your hand holds it, feeling his tense muscles covered by the suit.
Both of you leave the crowded room to arrive in the beautiful garden of the mansion, filled with an amazing smell coming from the colorful flowers and large trees. You and Vincent walk around it, still connected to each other, admiring the different plants.
“There’s something that I have been wanting to tell you for some... years.” You chuckle to yourself, how were you able to keep this in your heart for so many time? “Until that party, I threw after the flooding ended, I was going to stay in Paris, I didn’t want to leave like I did the other time.” You look at his face, Vincent is looking directly at you and then you noticed that you stopped walking.
“You needed to tell me something important that day, but you never did it. I remember how anxious you were, darling, with your hand trembling when you tried to talk to me.” He smiled when the memory of that party came to his head, he was about to tell you how he felt on that day.
You wanted to tell him everything he makes you feel and why you didn’t stay in Paris, but there’s only one thing you want right now, that you have been dying to do. You got closer to him, in slow steps. Vincent noticed what was about to happen and his hands went to your face, taking your mask gently from you, showing your features. And so you do the same on him, finally seeing him. His hands go to your waist and he lowers his head, quickly closing the space between the two of you with a passionate kiss that both of you have been wanting for years. You hold firmly the piece of the suit which covers his shoulder, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. When air is needed, Vincent pulls away, reluctantly, placing his forehead against yours.
“I love you, Vincent.” You whisper, feeling so nervous but relieved to tell him this after years. “I’m sorry for being away for so long. I thought that my feelings for you would disappear if I got away, but I was wrong. I have fallen for you hard, Mr. Karm.” You open your eyes to see his green eyes staring at yours.
“When I said that you intrigued me, Y/N, it wasn’t a part of the game you thought I was playing.” He takes your hand in his, caressing your skin, making you feel shivers down your spine with his touch. “You are a brilliant woman and everything is so captivating about yourself.” He never felt this nervous before, you could clearly see it “I... I love you, Y/N.”
And with that, he pulls your body closer to his one more time to capture your bottom lip in his. You feel his tongue in your mouth as the kiss gets more heated. Your hands go to his chest, feeling the fast beating of his heart as his hands go lower, to your hips. You smile between the kiss, making him break it. Vincent looks at you without needing him to ask for you to understand what he means.
“I’m just happy... and also, we looked like teenagers making out.” You make him chuckle. Vincent kisses the curve of your neck gently and grabs the masks that were forgotten on the ground, helping you put yours. After wearing it, he holds your hand.
“Let’s go back to the party, ma chérie, unless you want to go to a more private place. We indeed stayed away from each other for a long time.” He flashes his playful smirk at you while you get back to the ballroom. And there is the Vincent Karm you know and love.
“We can have a party of our own later, what do you think, Mr. Karm?” You try to get in his game.
“Good idea, my dear. I suppose I will have to wait for the afterparty.” He winks at you and kisses your cheek before you get back to the masquerade. Vincent is finally letting himself be happy after so many things he lived. He, years ago, couldn’t tell that the person he would fall in love would be an American journalist that saved his city many, many times, one even from his own hands. Now he can let everything to the past and lives the present next to his loved one, after so many obstacles between the two of you.
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rainsvvorth · 6 years
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city of love: paris → louise paquire x mc
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heymacareyna · 6 years
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Unpopular opinion: Raphael Laurent clears my skin, waters my crops, and cures my depression
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Roses are red, violets are blue …
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reaganrizzley · 7 years
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BRUH I'M PLAYING CITY OF LOVE PARIS SEASON 2 EPISODE 3 AND I'M SCREAMING BC MY BBY KAT BRUH WTF THAT WAS SO SUDDEN I CAN'T BREATHE???
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milchrangel · 7 years
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Ayer me puse a trabajar en un boceto de katherin y al final salio esto... Creo que esto es lo que pasa cuando pasas mucho tiempo jugando City of love y no hay temporada de Miraculous
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anna-vagues · 7 years
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There's this app called "City of Love: Paris" and it's actually really fun. It's an interactive story, where you get to make the decisions on what you say, do, etc. the graphics are really well done, and the story is really good. The app is completely free and can be downloaded here: https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/city-of-love-paris/id1146752671?mt=8 However, you do have to use energy to make decisions, which is refilled every day. BUT if you use this code: 8DjCFk you can get a bonus of 200 energy. I really recommend this game, as it's pretty addicting and the music is lovely to listen to.
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Quid Pro Quo 38
She wanted to stay in Paris; Vincent Karm wanted to reinvent his image. A mere business arrangement in the form of “I do” and a set of rings. The last thing either of them expected was for the line to blur, for the lie and façade to fall somewhere along the way, and leave them facing an unspoken truth.
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Sophia groaned as the pounding on the door tore away the last remnant of sleep from her eyes. Her hand brushed the other side of the bed, finding it cold. A normal occurrence. But…
She crawled out of bed and wrapped herself in the robe she’d thrown onto the nearby chair the night prior. When she looked through the peephole and saw a familiar jawline and tie color, Sophia pulled open the door to find Vincent putting most of his weight on the doorframe. It was as if the wall was the last thing holding him up.
“Vincent, are you—”
He looked so pale and feverish, his ears a burning red and hands unsteady. The top button of his shirt was undone, his tie yanked down like a drunk office worker six pints in.
The last remnants of sleep left her as she took in his pleading expression and glassy eyes, his head lolled to one side as he blinked slowly.
“Sophia, Morean was—” his words were strangled and he leaned forward to attempt to step inside. “ Mon amour, I’m—”
He crumpled as soon as he tried to step, his hand slipping from the door frame.
“Vincent?”
Panic welled up when he didn’t respond. Sophia managed to catch him before his knees could hit the floor, his name falling from her lips like a desperate prayer. She almost collapsed herself underneath his dead weight but managed to get him past the threshold to close the door.
It wouldn’t do if anyone passing by saw.
Her muscles screamed as she tried to drag him towards the sitting room of the suite and she quickly realized she had no way to get him onto the couch. Her arms threatened to give out, burning the longer she held onto him.
The floor. It would have to do.
As carefully as she could, Sophia laid Vincent down and rolled him onto his side. Just like Kat at college, she told herself. Frantically, she pushed away any nearby furniture, giving him enough space that he wouldn’t immediately hurt himself further if he got up suddenly.
“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck…” she muttered as she tucked a pillow under his head and pressed her fingers to his pulse.
Still there.
Well, at least he wasn’t dead.
Sophia resisted the last word that threatened to dance in her thoughts: yet .
He’d mentioned Morean. Was he here? Had he…
Her thoughts were fragmented, overwhelming. Help. She needed help.
She scrambled for her phone, still charging on the nightstand in the bedroom, her hands shaking so violently she couldn’t unlock the device. Letting out a growl of frustration when the lock screen finally faded, Sophia called Eugene and willed herself to breathe deeply.
He’d accompanied them as he always did but they’d made it clear he was off-duty until the trip home. Calling him wasn’t what she wanted to do but…
“Good morning, Madame.”
“Eugene, I…I need you to…oh, fuck, I don’t even—”
Sophia closed her eyes and tried not to think about how still he was, just like…
No, he wasn’t dead.
And he wouldn’t die.
She heard a slight clatter in the background, the scraping of a chair.
“I’m only down the block and I’m on my way now, tell me what happened.”
“Vincent, he…I guess he got up early or something but he just…came back upstairs and the door lock wouldn’t work and when I opened the door, he mumbled something and then passed out.”
“Merde. Is he in the hallway?”
“I managed to get him inside, barely.”
“Give me less than ten minutes, I’ll be up soon; I just need to grab something from the car. Put the sign on the door and do not open it for anyone until I arrive.”
The call ended with a chirp and Sophia bit her cheek, willing herself to take a deep breath. She stepped around Vincent carefully and slid the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door.
Her actions were mechanical, thoughtless. She dressed quickly, practically, and then sat down next to Vincent and pressed a cold cloth to his forehead. His eyebrows twitched with her touch. She hoped he wasn’t in pain. Peridot eyes flickered open and looked up at her, pupils dilated.
“Mon ange ,” Vincent whispered. "Mon Sauveur. Le mien, le mien, le mien.”
“Shh, you’re okay,” Sophia smoothed his hair back from his face.
“Ne me quitte jamais, mon ange. Sois à moi pour toujours.”
He was more awake now, pleading, desperate. His hands reached for her, cupping her face, his thumb running over her lips.
“I won’t leave you, why would I do that?”
“Tu es à moi. Le mien pour tenir, embrasser, baiser.”
“You need to rest, Vincent.”
“Non, ma chérie. J'ai besoin que tu restes avec moi pour toujours. Si tu pars, je te ramènerai. Tu ne m'échapperas jamais.”
If her heart rate wasn’t that of a hummingbird’s before, it certainly was now. He never spoke to her like that, not even when he was tired and delirious from exhaustion. What happened to him?
“I don’t want to try, Vincent. But why are you worried?”
“Avocat stupide. Conseil stupide. Ils vont t'éloigner de moi, mon ange. Tu es à moi.”
The door unlocked with a soft click and Eugene stepped inside as Vincent continued to ramble things that made Sophia’s face flush. In any other scenario, his words might be enticing, but Eugene cleared his throat as he approached. Whatever energy Vincent mustered seemed to fizzle out and his hand fell from her face as his eyes closed again.
“I’ll get him into bed, just get what you need from the bedroom first, madame.”
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The security footage was the final straw. It took some convincing, given the lack of police involved, but at the end of the day, they didn’t want to involve the hotel in a matter that was ultimately a welfare check. The manager, Sophia, and Eugene scrubbed through footage until Vincent was seen sitting in the cafe, checking his phone, alone.
Until he wasn’t.
The idiot sat with his face to the camera.
Had he wanted to get caught?
Or did he think she wouldn’t try?
Sophia watched as Morean leaned forward, something from his sleeve falling into Vincent’s cup from a well-positioned hand. He touched her husband with his filthy, monstrous hands.
One monster to another, she reminded herself. Vincent was far from saintly.
She and Eugene returned to the suite, a copy of the footage in hand. The door to the bedroom was still closed. Sophia opened it a crack as Eugene brewed coffee, finding Vincent still fast asleep, nestled under the covers. He held her pillow close.
Sophia returned to the sitting room and took the offered cup of coffee and clasped it tight, willing her hands to stop trembling. She shouldn’t be this scared. She’d dealt with worse. Eugene sat across from her, a cup of coffee for himself resting next to a small hard toolbox. Only it didn’t contain wrenches and screwdrivers, she knew that much.
Vincent’s words earlier were…bizarrely familiar. And if Morean was involved, if Vincent’s last coherent words were anything to go by…
“It’s like the Essence is haunting us,” she muttered into her cup.
Realization crossed Eugene’s face. “That would explain the colorful words I heard. And it did look like Morean had something in his sleeve. Maybe his watch had a hidden compartment…”
She tried to take solace in the creamy, bitter liquid, devoid of cinnamon. It would do. At least it would keep her mind sharp when the adrenaline finally dropped.
“He said something about Morean before he passed out at the door, so that fits,” Sophia said. “I wonder if he was drugged with an altered version. Or maybe it’s just more concentrated this time…fucking bastard…”
Now that the realization was over and she was left with nothing but a babbling mess for a husband, the only thing she could feel was a quiet, burning anger. All those lives he ruined. Would continue to ruin. She’d lost colleagues and friends because of him. Families torn apart.
She wouldn’t, couldn’t, stand to lose Vincent, too. Vincent was hers. And a world without him wasn’t one she could bear.
A plan was already forming in her head. Consequences be damned. She was already screwed; even if she had journalistic integrity, she was still in possession of images and data that…
“I did call his doctor; he’ll come to the penthouse as soon as we arrive in Paris.”
“No. He’s not going back to Paris.”
Something must have shown on her face because Eugene frowned, anger marring his features.
“He wouldn’t ask that of you, Sophia.”
“But he would do it for me. You know it. This monster ruined everyone he ever came in contact with. And a trial would only make the victims who escaped have to relive pain they’re already struggling with.”
She had the evidence with her, in the hotel safe. This could work.
“Vincent goes to Chartres for now,” she said. “His doctor, too. Until he’s at least in his right mind again.”
“And you?”
Sophia put her coffee down and pulled the small black hard-shell box towards her. She opened it, finding exactly what she expected.
“Get me a red-eye flight for somewhere far, far away. I’m finishing what I started.”
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Translations, roughly: 1. Mon ange - my angel 2. Mon Sauveur. Le mien, le mien, le mien. - My savior, mine, mine, mine. 3. Ne me quitte jamais, mon ange. Sois à moi pour toujours. - Don't ever leave me, my angel.  Be mine forever. 4. Tu es à moi. Le mien pour tenir, embrasser, baiser. - You're mine. Mine to hold, to kiss, to fuck. 5. Non, ma chérie. J'ai besoin que tu restes avec moi pour toujours. Si tu pars, je te ramènerai.  Tu ne m'échapperas jamais. - No, my dear.  I need you to stay with me forever.  If you leave, I'll just bring you back.  You will never escape me. 6. Avocat stupide. Conseil stupide. Ils vont t'éloigner de moi, mon ange. Tu es à moi. - Stupid lawyer.  Stupid board.  They'll take you away from me, my angel.  You're mine.
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askvincentkarm · 5 years
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Where do you like to be kissed?
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Ms. [L/N] is the sole holder of such secrets.
But I suppose it’s no surprise I prefer my neck and collarbone.  Those are common areas.  
On occasion, Ms. [L/N] will kiss the tiny scar near my eyebrow, which is quite endearing.
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denouemwnt · 6 years
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dancing lesson
you can also read it in AO3!
pairing: vincent karm x mc/reader
warnings: nope
summary: Vincent teaches you how to dance for your next event as a couple.
request: Your Vincent fic was amazing (and super hot omg). If you’re still taking requests, could you do one where he’s teaching the MC to dance? Maybe she admits to not knowing the dance he references and he shows her or it’s for an event and she doesn’t want to embarrass herself, I’m not sure. I just love this pairing so much, and it’s been so quiet in the fandom lately, we could always use new fanfics ❤️
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“I’ll have to do what?” 
You were talking about the first public event you and Vincent are going to go as a couple and suddenly, your boyfriend tells you dancing is required. Your eyes get widen immediately, looking at him while your mouth opens in shock.
You can’t believe it is going to be your first appearance together and you are going to ruin everything. Oh no, you get embarrassed only thinking about the disaster.
“We will have to dance the waltz, Y/N.” He smirks when seeing your surprised and shocked reaction.
Waltz? Oh, no. That’s even worse. You can’t do the waltz, that’s like worse than you expected. You are just so clumsy when it comes to dancing, the opposite of Vincent, he is just so good at... almost everything, you are sure.
“But I... I don’t dance, Vincent.” You sigh. “The last time I did it was years ago, probably prom or something, I guess. And I wasn’t even good, I always stepped on my dress or my partner’s feet.” 
Ha, they can’t make me dance. What the hell fancy people have in their minds? 
“I know what you’re thinking, Y/N.” He grabs your hands and helps you get in the middle of the living room. “This is just something common in this kind of event and I thought you knew how to dance.” He put one hand on your waist and another one held your hand. “Now, I will have to teach you.”
This is not going to end well, you think.
“Relax, ma cherie.” He brings his hand up to caress your hair. "We are not even dancing and yet you are already tense.” You take a deep breath and look deep into his eyes, giving a slight nod.
Your right hand is intertwined with Vincent’s left one up in the air. Now your left one goes to his shoulder while his right hand continues around your waist. You try to not to think about making a wrong move, but that only makes you more nervous.
Vincent is now humming the rhythm of a song as he starts leading you around the room, slowly at the beginning. Everything was going fine until you accidentally stepped on his feet.
“Careful, darling.” He muffled a groan and continued to dance with you.
“I’m so sorry.” Your hand gripped tighter on his shoulder, anxious about doing that again.
You and Vincent got back to the pace you were before the little accident. You were trying to follow him and you thought that now it was certainly going we. He gave you a nod, affirming it was indeed going fine until so and you were trying not to hurt him again with your heels.
Your heart starts beating faster of just staring at him, you are so lost in his eyes that are looking right at yours. He gives you a small smile and you give it back to him, bringing your body closer to his.
The pace is getting faster but you don’t realize that you are actually dancing well. Your boyfriend thought that now you were getting good at it, so he decided to spin you...
Not a good idea.
You lost your balance and held the closest thing you saw - his arm -, surprising him and making Vincent go to the floor with you. Your face was red, you could feel the heat in your cheeks. 
“Shit!” The only word it was heard while falling on the ground next to him.
“I should have warned you about the spin.” He turned his head to face you and you held his body, hiding your face in his chest, both of you were laying on the fluffy rug of Vincent’s living room.
“Yes, you should’ve.” He gently holds your chin and makes you face him. “Can we just stay here together instead of dancing?” 
“The offer is tempting, my dear, but you were going so well... How about we just dance to one more song?” Vincent helps you get up.
You nod and wait for him to let a song start playing because he knew his singing always distracted you. And then you are back to your old position again, dancing to the rhythm with him and trying to look like you have been doing this for years.
Before dropping his hand of your waist and spinning you, Vincent warns you about it, making it much easier, with no accidents this time. You didn’t even step on his feet again, or worse, made him fall with you.
Now you are finally getting all this waltz thing and you are doing great with your very patient and handsome teacher.
With one final move, he spins you over again and he holds your waist and back after it, making you lay on his arms and have your face so close to his. You can hear his heart beating faster like yours and both of your breathing. Dancing so close to him was a new experience for your relationship, something intense even with you making some wrong moves a few times and embarrassing yourself.
The music finishes and you are not worried about all this situation like you were before because of Vincent, who is now kissing your lips with passion. He picks you up on his lap and you sit on the couch with you on the top of his body.
Breathless, the contact is broken and you just lay your head on his shoulder after leaving a kiss on his neck. He gently pulls your hair to make you face him one more time and now your lips are touching his. Vincent doesn't waste more time, you can feel his tongue in your mouth.
He lays you on the couch and stays on top of you. Vincent’s hand goes under your shirt, resting on your belly after going to your breasts. You moan in the kiss, making him groan and bring his body closer to yours, you could feel how excited he was getting in his pants.
Seconds before the situation getting heavier, you hear the main door being opened followed by a bark.
“Oh, hi.” You and Vincent turn your heads to see Eugene looking surprised at the way both of you are on the couch. “I thought you weren’t here yet...” You manage to get out off Vincent’s hold and then greets the red-headed man. “Vincent was just teaching me how to dance,” you say.
“Oh, yeah. He was teaching you to dance, oh, I know.” He said ironically and the rest of the sentence echoed in the hallway, where Eugene was going. He left you and your boyfriend alone to go to the kitchen and soon Esteban ran to the room after seeing that Vincent was home. 
Vincent fixes himself and you were about to get next to him again when Esteban jumps on the couch and goes to Vincent’s lap, wanting to be pet by his owner.
“Looks like Esteban stole your place, Y/N.” He chuckled and there was that signature smirk of his.
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rainsvvorth · 7 years
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“if i were to tell you that, i’d have to kill you.’’
“uh, why do all your death threats sound like pick-up lines?’’
vincent karm x mc
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rhionhutter · 7 years
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evanne23 · 7 years
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