#vincent karm x mc

[high-functioning-fan]

Toi et Moi 2/?

After their incredible late night adventures in Paris, MC wonders what is next with Vincent... if he'll ever contact her for one...

Here's the second chapter of this Vincent x MC fanfic that I started a year ago! I know I'm late for it, but I was able to find my old draft for chapter 2, and I finally had the courage to fix it up and here it is! Forgive my writing, it s been a while since I wrote (also it's late at night, but I just couldn't resist the urge to write!)

Note

[y/l/n] = your last name

“Good, because I find you very interesting, Vincent.”

“Very kind of you to say, my dear.”

“But I’d like to know the man under the dark suit.”

“Is that a proposition?!”

“Haha, very funny! No I’m serious…”

“So was I Mademoiselle…”

She woke up suddenly, the words still resonating in her mind. She took a deep breath before closing her eyes. It had been two weeks since she had met that man: they had only spent a few hours together that night, but it felt like they had known each other for years. They haven’t spoken since then, and she definitely couldn’t get him out of her mind. She was eager to call him, but to say what? And she did not even had his number. She remembered his answer when she had asked for it: 

“Do not worry, I’ll contact you soon enough. You’ll have it then.”

“But I did not even give you my number yet.”

“I know everything. So of course I already know your number.”

She realized that his silence maybe signified that he did not have the desire to see her again? Like he told her himself, he was special: so who knew what was going on in his ‘special’ mind. But no, she could not make herself believe that it was the reason of his silence. Certainly not after the night they had spent together. She smirked as she remembered how intimidated she was when first exchanging words with him, but also how quickly they became acquainted that night. During their time shared at the exposition, she had learnt that they both shared similar interests, making them bond even more. He had showed her the best place to get the most beautiful view of Paris after their walk on the Champs Élysées, and he had of course led her to the Eiffel Tower. And with some wizardry, they were the only one present when arriving at the top. They had then spent the remaining of the night talking about all kinds of stuffs, while enjoying the magnificent view that Paris could offer during its best night until sunrise. She had liked Vincent Karm a lot that night, but she did not know if the sentiment had been that mutual. After all, not once did he let down his protective facade, making his thoughts still hard to discern… and him more mysterious than ever. But she was sure they would meet again, and very soon. She just felt it.

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To her distaste, it was only 10am when she looked at the clock; she would have given anything to have some action. She literally had nothing to do, and she impatiently waited for the end of the day to finally come.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” 

She looked up, surprised, at her colleague that had suddenly appeared at her desk. 

“Hm yes sure what is it?”

“Would you like to interview someone? The person who was supposed to do it is sick so we need someone else.”

“Why not? After all I have no work for the moment.”

“Yeah I figured that out seeing you check that clock every 5 minutes.” Her colleague chuckled. “Here are the questions. He’s supposed to arrive soon, so I’d recommend to wait in the lobby.”

“By the way, who is-’’

The ringing of the phone interrupted her. “Sorry, duty calls. Don’t forget: lobby!”

And like that her colleague was gone.

“Well,’’ she started, looking at the questions, “might as well go there immediately and get this over with."

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As she waited in the lobby with her coffee in hand, she realized that this interview might become a tad bit more tedious to accomplish than she previously thought. The reason? The interviewed person was Vincent. Of course it had to be him, she muttered to herself, sipping her coffee 

"Ow!" The coffee was awfully hot. 

"Oh, hello there miss [y/l/n]. Careful there, wouldn't want you to burn these lovely lips."

She looked up, staring at a dashing Vincent in his habitual 3 piece suit. Habitual? You only met the man once! Well twice now, but how would you know he usually wears that kind of outfit? You-

"Miss?"

She came back to reality, realizing she accidentally dozed off. "Hm, it is a pleasure to see you again Mr. Karm. I'll be the one conducting your interview today. Shall we?" She tried to put on a nice smile to make up for that awful awkwardness. But apparently she was the only one with that feeling as Vincent actually seemed to enjoy all her little missteps.

"Lead the way dear. Oh and may I add that you are extremely professional today…” He teased. “Anyways, I do look forward to our interview... [y/n].”

She turned her back, starting to walk toward the conference room, as she felt herself blushing again. Professional. You have to stay professional. 

“Follow me please, and thank you for giving some of your time today Mr. Karm. The team appreciates it.”

“I presume you include yourself when you say the team. And it seems like I need to remind you to call me Vincent. But your choice, really. Because no need for this to be all formal.”

“I-Sure Vincent.. Would you like  something to drink?” She asked as they arrived in the room. He asked for some black coffee and she immediately hurried to the coffee machine to avoid his flirty charming smile. Charming? Ah why am I thinking this? And why am I so nervous? What is up with me? 

She nervously waited for the coffee to pour into the cup as she looked over the questions one last time. She just had to ask him and bam he’d let leave. Easy peasy. But she continued to be worried as she put some sugar cubes in the coffee plate — she bet it was because of that dream. She did not want to admit it but she was still a bit shaken off by it, and seeing him this day did not really help her case. With the two coffees, she returned to her desk.

“Sorry for the wait.” She dared a small smile. “So-”

“How’s that reportage of yours doing for the moment?”

She blankly stared at him, startled by his question.

“Oh hm quite fine actually. Thanks to you! I was able to vaguely narrate the whole night and talk about most of the details you told me about Orsay and the Champs-Élysées.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Any idea about what your next topic will be about?” He was innocently dropping one of the sugar cubes in his coffee before mixing it with the spoon.

“That would ruin the whole surprise! But anyways, we’re not here to talk about that reportage but more likely about… you Mr.Ka–”

“Vincent. Please.”

“–Vincent. I’ll then start with the first question if you don’t mind?”

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The interview went marvelously well, and she was able to get rid of the nervousness she had the hour before. To her surprise, Vincent became really serious for the whole time, contrary to the impression he had first given with his flirty comments. 

"I believe that this is it Vincent! It was a pleasure to interview you."

He slightly leaned toward her, putting on again the smile he had before the interview. "The pleasure was all mine, but if I may, there is another detail I would like to discuss."

"Oh?"

"Dinner. With me. Tonight. How would you like that?"

She was taken aback. That was quite straightforward. 

"I-yes. I would love that Vincent." She answered, still flustered by his sudden request. 

"Formidable then! I will text you the details later." He stood up, taking her hand to give it a delicate quick kiss. "Thank you for having me."

And like that he went off to whatever next business he had to attend to.

"That should be illegal…" she muttered to herself, still not over what had happened for the last hour.

[denouemwnt]

the masquerade

you can also read it in AO3!

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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Vincent x MC

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The haikus are done for the evening so, here is a limerick:

There once was a man from France

He very much liked to swing dance

He met the MC

He loved her, you see

If only she’d give him a chance