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The Hilton Affair: Part Two (Luigi Mangione x Reader)

As you stumbled through the almost-empty parking garage to your car, still feeling the effects of the champagne, you immediately thought back to your time with Luigi. The thoughts stayed with you as you drove all the way home to your brownstone house and even while you showered. You wished you had spent more time with him and said more to him.

Once you got cozy in bed and turned off the lights, you glanced at his Instagram page. He was just so perfect. You turned off your phone and fell asleep.

You randomly woke up at 5:20 am. You couldn't shake the regret of not telling him more. Squinting your eyes as you turned on your bright screen, you opened Instagram. You direct message him:

Y/N: Hey Luigi. Can we talk in the morning? I need to tell you something.

You turn off your phone.

'Bzzzz'.

You quickly turn on your phone. It was Luigi.

Luigi: Hey Y/N. I'm surprised you're up. We can talk now if you want. Video call me on Instagram.

Y/N: Ok.

You click the phone button in the top right corner. It rings, and then your face meets with Luigi's. His face is covered with the same mask, and he has the same jacket on, hood up.

"Hey beautiful." You can hear the sound of bike tires rolling in the background.

"Hey Luigi, where are you headed now at this time?"

Luigi pauses for a brief moment. "Back to my parents' house, but I'm gonna grab some coffee at Starbucks or somewhere like that."

"It's so early though."

Luigi snickered as he angled his camera up like a selfie, high enough for you to see him walking while pulling his bike through the semi-quiet downtown streets. "I'm an early bird."

"Where did you get the bike from? I don't remember you carrying it to your hotel room."

Luigi looked at your face. "I bought it from someone off the street. I didn't feel like grabbing a taxi, you know? I'm paranoid about the Uber kidnappings going on lately. Plus, I know my way around the city."

"Oh." That sounded believable. "You're right. Better to be safe than sorry."

Luigi props his phone up against a light pole while he quickly chains up his bike outside of Starbucks. Then, he picks up his phone and walks inside.

You see flashes of a few people sitting at tables when he makes his way to the front counter.

Luigi pans the camera back to his face and gives a smile. "We would have the best coffee date, Y/N."

"Aw I wish I was there with you. What are you getting?"

Luigi stutters. "Probably some energy bars and juice. I don't have that much time."

He kept looking up and down. You could tell he wasn't focusing on you and was tapping stuff on his screen.

"Y/N, can I call you back? I'm sorry, I have to take care of something."

"Are you alright? What's going on? Is someone following you?" You felt like something wasn't right.

Luigi looked back at you and pulled up his face mask even higher. "I'm fine. I'll call you back, I promise."

He ended the call.

(Minutes later...)

Luigi nervously fiddled with two energy bars he just purchased in his hands while waiting for his Strawberry Acai refresher. 'I feel like I was rude to Y/N, but she doesn't understand and CAN'T know what I'm about to do.'

A middle-aged lady walked over towards the pick-up counter. "Order #19, Strawberry Acai refresher!"

Luigi waved his hand and came over. "Enjoy, sir!" she said as she walked away. His hands shook as he took his drink.

Luigi found a table to sit at and pulled a printed map out of his backpack.

'This will probably be my last Strawberry Acai Refresher ever. Anyways, drink up.' He sipped while looking over his designated route he had circled several days ago.

You stare at the passing car lights on the ceiling while lying in bed. 'I hope Luigi's alright.' You try your best to stay up longer, so you turn on your TV and set the volume low. Eventually, your eyes close again.

Your heart jumps, and you wake up to the sound of your ringtone. It was 6:37 am. Luigi was calling through Instagram. You pick it up.

"Hey Luigi! You good?"

"Yeah. I'm actually on my way back to the hotel. I forgot something." Luigi sounded out of breath. "I apologize for hanging up on you, Y/N."

You sigh. "It's fine. I'm just glad that you're safe." Luigi doesn't answer back.

"So...are you close to the hotel?"

Luigi huffs as he walks fast through the crosswalks on different blocks.

"Hello?!" you shout.

Luigi answers immediately in a deep, serious tone. "There's my target." He then puts his phone in his pocket.

"What do you mean?! Luigi? Answer me, damn it!" you yell.

You hear a bunch of rubbing static through the phone speaker.

Then, you hear multiple muffled gunshots.

You gasp. "LUIGI!"

There was no answer.

You start to panic and think about calling the police. Tears stream down your face as you hold the phone to your ear.

"Y/N..." said his faint voice.

"LUIGI? WHAT TF HAPPENED?"

Luigi groans from his back hurting. "Y/N... I took out a healthcare CEO." He blurts. "You can't tell anyone!"

You couldn't believe it. "Why Luigi? Why did you do this?"

"He put me and many others through unimaginable pain, being denied and shi... He had it coming."

You knew how bad the healthcare system was. But, the thought of Luigi going to jail made the tears flow again.

"You can't reverse this! Now everyone is going to be looking for you."

Tears began to flow down his cheeks. "I know, Y/N. I already knew that this was going to happen. And now I shouldn't have told you."

He continues to run down blocks until he finds his bike lying behind a bush close to the entrance of Central Park.

"Luigi, I'll let you stay at my place. I'll hide you! You can't get caught. You have your whole life ahead of you."

Luigi throws one of his legs over the bike. "Y/N, no need. It's already over. I expected this to happen. I don't want to drag you into this. Please, can you do me a favor?"

You nod your head fast as you sniffle. "Ok."

"Don't tell anyone my name, you got it? And one more thing?"

You wipe tears off your cheeks. "Yes?"

"Always remember that I love you. We may have hardly known each other for long, but when we met in that hotel, it felt like we've known each other forever. This is just goodbye for now. I'm shutting off my phone since the feds will try to get ahold of information. I don't want them finding any trace of you."

"Ok Luigi. Be safe out there. Thank you for everything. I mean it."

Luigi places a foot on one of the bike's pedals. "No, thank you, Y/N. Take care, love."

"You too," you say and then hang up.

Luigi then took out his cellphone's battery and put it in his pocket. He started to pedal and entered Central Park.

He found a spot to quickly change into different clothing and ditch his backpack before continuing his escape from New York City.

You stare at the passing car lights on the ceiling while lying in bed. 'I hope Luigi's alright.' You try your best to stay up longer, so you turn on your TV and set the volume low. Eventually, your eyes close again.

Your heart jumps, and you wake up to the sound of your ringtone. It was 6:37 am. Luigi was calling through Instagram. You pick it up.

"Hey Luigi! You good?"

"Yeah. I'm actually on my way back to the hotel. I forgot something." Luigi sounded out of breath. "I apologize for hanging up on you, Y/N."

You sigh. "It's fine. I'm just glad that you're safe." Luigi doesn't answer back.

"So...are you close to the hotel?"

Luigi huffs as he walks fast through the crosswalks on different blocks.

"Hello?!" you shout.

Luigi answers immediately in a deep, serious tone. "There's my target." He then puts his phone in his pocket.

"What do you mean?! Luigi? Answer me, damn it!" you yell.

You hear a bunch of rubbing static through the phone speaker.

Then, you hear multiple muffled gunshots.

You gasp. "LUIGI!"

There was no answer.

You start to panic and think about calling the police. Tears stream down your face as you hold the phone to your ear.

"Y/N..." said his faint voice.

"LUIGI? WHAT TF HAPPENED?"

Luigi groans from his back hurting. "Y/N... I took out a healthcare CEO." He blurts. "You can't tell anyone!"

You couldn't believe it. "Why Luigi? Why did you do this?"

"He put me and many others through unimaginable pain, being denied and shi... He had it coming."

You knew how bad the healthcare system was. But, the thought of Luigi going to jail made the tears flow again.

"You can't reverse this! Now everyone is going to be looking for you."

Tears began to flow down his cheeks. "I know, Y/N. I already knew that this was going to happen. And now I shouldn't have told you."

He continues to run down blocks until he finds his bike lying behind a bush close to the entrance of Central Park.

"Luigi, I'll let you stay at my place. I'll hide you! You can't get caught. You have your whole life ahead of you."

Luigi throws one of his legs over the bike. "Y/N, no need. It's already over. I expected this to happen. I don't want to drag you into this. Please, can you do me a favor?"

You nod your head fast as you sniffle. "Ok."

"Don't tell anyone my name, you got it? And one more thing?"

You wipe tears off your cheeks. "Yes?"

"Always remember that I love you. We may have hardly known each other for long, but when we met in that hotel, it felt like we've known each other forever. This is just goodbye for now. I'm shutting off my phone since the feds will try to get ahold of information. I don't want them finding any trace of you."

"Ok Luigi. Be safe out there. Thank you for everything. I mean it."

Luigi places a foot on one of the bike's pedals. "No, thank you, Y/N. Take care, love."

"You too," you say and then hang up.

Luigi then took out his cellphone's battery and put it in his pocket. He started to pedal and entered Central Park.

He found a spot to quickly change into different clothing and ditch his backpack before continuing his escape from New York City.

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The Hilton Affair: Part One (Luigi Mangione x Reader)

It's been a slow night so far at the hotel where you work. 'Your shift is almost over,' you repeatedly tell yourself. It was 10:58 PM. You had three more hours to go. Faint lobby music plays as you wait for the next guest to arrive.

The sound of the spinning revolving doors catch your attention. You see a young man dressed in a green Levi's coat rush into the hotel. His hood is over his head, and half of his face is covered by a black pull-up face mask that comes up to the bridge of his nose. He was also carrying a backpack.

"Hi. Welcome to Hilton Midtown. How may I help you?"

You notice the man doesn't look up at you and is fidgeting with things in his pockets.

You whisper, "Um hey, are you okay?"

He looks up. "Yeah. I just had a rough day. I got into a fight with my parents. I need a place to stay for tonight." He rubs his forehead.

"I'm very sorry to hear that. What room can I get for you?"

"A double room. And double the amount of champagne." He pulls out a black American Mastercard from his pocket.

"Okay. You'll be on Floor 8. You can pay whenever you're ready."

'Damn, this dude is cute as hell'.

The transaction goes through.

You hand him the room key. "Okay. You're all set. Also, feel free to grab something from our cafe tomorrow morning. It's on me. The cafe will be down the hallway on your left."

The man sighs. "Thank you. It's been really rough."

His brown eyes then met yours with a puppy-like gaze. "My back really hurts."

"I feel you. Mine hurts too! Where's the massage parlor when we really need it?" you joke politely.

The man shyly smiled. "What's your name?"

You replied, "Y/N. And who are you?"

"Luigi. Nice to meet you."

You looked around to make sure your boss or coworkers weren't nearby or earhustling.

"I have to admit, Luigi, you're really handsome." You smile.

Luigi laughs and quickly turns his head away for a brief a second and then looks back at you. "You have me blushing all over here."

"I bet you have such a killer smile, you know that?"

"Not as nice as yours." Luigi pulls down his face mask.

"Are you kidding me? You're hot!"

Luigi then grins big with a wide smile and rests his left elbow on the counter. "Thank you, thank you. I wish we could talk more. You seem really cool."

"Yeah. I would love to get to know you better."

"Are you working here tomorrow?"

"Unfortunately, no. I'm off tomorrow."

"Aw bummer. I'll most likely be checking out tomorrow. My parents' tempers should be back to normal."

You guys stand there in silence. Then, your coworker, Keisha comes over to the front desk. "Hey Y/N. Everything good?"

"Yes. Actually-"

"Actually, I could use some assistance to bring my bag to my room. My back really hurts."

Keisha raises her one eyebrow and looks over at you. "You wanna take care of that, Y/N?"

You shrug your shoulders. "Yeah, I'll take care of it."

Luigi smiles and hands you his backpack. You both walk towards the elevators.

"After you, lovely," he says, holding the door to make sure it doesn't close on you.

You smile and walk past him into the elevator. He follows behind you, and the door closes.

As the elevator rises, you notice Luigi moving closer to you from the corner of your eye, but you play it off like you didn't notice.

When you reach his room, he swipes the key card, and you both enter.

Luigi lingered close, brushing your hand as he took the bag. "Thanks for the help," he said softly, his eyes locking with yours. He tossed the bag on the floor and stepped a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, I couldn't have done it without you." His gaze shifted to your lips, and he leaned in slightly, creating a moment charged with anticipation.

"I feel like we have a connection, even though we don't know each other well. Do you feel it too?" His hand found yours, squeezing gently as he looked into your eyes.

You felt your heart race. "Yeah, I feel the connection too". Luigi's smile widened, and he gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek.

Slowly, he leaned in, both your lips meeting in a soft, lingering kiss. The room seemed to fade away as the kiss deepened.

Your kiss is interrupted by a knock on the door. "Room service!" says a man on the other side.

You quickly hop off the bed. Luigi mouths "Hide," and you run into the closet.

You kneel down to peek through the closet's shutters. "Hello! Two bottles of champagne, right?" It was your coworker Dan. "Yeah. Please put them on the table."

Dan walks into the room. "You got it."

The champagne bottles are placed carefully. "Alright, have a good night." He makes his way out of the room.

Luigi looks down the hall and waves, "You too." He shuts and locks the door.

Luigi opens the closet door. "You can come out, princess," he says, holding out his hand. You grab it and stand up.

"Care for some champagne?" he asks.

"Sure." You sit on the edge of the bed and watch him.

Luigi pops the cork and pours two glasses for you and him.

He hands you a glass and sits beside you. He groans and then takes a sip.

"Would you like me to massage your back?" you ask.

Luigi nods while grimacing. You put both your glasses on the nightstand. He takes off his shirt, revealing his hard 6-pack abs.

"You have a nice body."

Luigi smiles. "Thank you. I bet you have a stunning one yourself." He lays on his stomach. You almost climb onto his back, but stop yourself.

"May I?" you ask. Luigi nods, resting his head on his arms. You carefully sit on his back and start rubbing.

He softly moans in relief. "Y/N this feels so good." You use a combination of fingers and your knuckles to rub out his back.

After some time, he tells you that's enough. You climb off his back. He rolls over and gives you a warm smile.

"Come here." He pulls your hand gently with one hand and uses his other to grip your hip to guide you to sit in his lap. You wrap your legs around him, and you guys kiss.

Then he lifts you up and spins you around and places you on the bed, so you're underneath him.

He slides a hand underneath your shirt and gently rubs your chest, stomach, and lower area.

He gently pulls your work pants down, his voice low as he whispers, "Those are some sexy panties. Victoria's Secret, huh?" You both share a laugh. As you caress his neck, you plant soft kisses on his skin and run fingers through his curly hair.

He assists you in removing your shirt, and you return the gesture by helping him with his pants. Your eyes widen as you notice the impressive size of his bulge.

He catches your gaze. "Don't worry, you can take me," he says, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You pull back and slide his underwear off, and he follows, removing yours with a playful grin.

As you share a passionate kiss, he positions himself at your entrance.

His fingers slide inside you and come back out wet. "Wow, you're really ready," he whispers before gently pushing inside you. A loud moan escapes your lips. He quickly covers your mouth while grinning.

He begins to quicken his pace, moving in and out of you. With each thrust, Luigi lets out soft moans of pleasure.

"Does that feel good, girl?" he grunts. "Oh yes!", you scream. He begins to move even faster, building the intensity. "Oh lord, I'm going to-" Luigi breathes heavily.

You both let out a chorus of moans as you reach your peak together. Exhausted, he collapses onto you, his weight resting comfortably as you catch your breath.

"You're amazing, love," he whispers in your ear.

Luigi gently lifts you and carries you to the couch. He returns shortly with the glasses of champagne, handing yours back to you.

As you sip, you both gaze out at the night traffic, the twinkling lights of nearby buildings and those in the distance creating a mesmerizing scene.

"I wish you were staying here tomorrow," you say softly, resting your head on his shoulder.

Luigi glances down at his glass. "Yeah, I feel the same way."

He turns to look at you. "But we could always reconnect later. Do you have Instagram?"

"Of course! What's your username?"

Luigi winks, "It's @luigi.from.fiji."

You quickly search for him on the Instagram app. "Haha, I love it! You love puns, huh?"

"Well, I've got a reputation for the best pick-up lines," he replies with a grin.

You chuckle. "Alright, I just followed you."

His phone buzzes, and he opens Instagram, tapping the screen.

"And I just followed you back." You both share a smile.

"Do you want to play some music?" he asks.

"Sure! I have a playlist ready. Or we could listen to yours... if you have one," you reply.

Luigi scrolls through his options. "Yeah, I've got one. Just give me a moment."

Before long, his playlist started playing Charli XCX's "I Love It."

"No way! You like her?" you exclaim.

Luigi pours another glass of champagne. "Absolutely! Now, let's get up and dance."

You both rise and sing along softly while sipping your drinks.

Luigi jumps onto the bed, raising his glass. "I don't care, I love it!" he sings out, and you can't help but laugh as you watch him bounce like Kevin from Home Alone.

As the drinks start to take effect, Luigi hops off the bed, lifts you up, and joins you on it. You squeal in surprise.

After five songs, you glance at the clock and realize it's already 1 AM. Your shift is over.

"Oh no! I need to get back downstairs before anyone notices I'm missing," you say, quickly gathering your clothes from the floor.

Luigi steps closer, hands on his hips. "But, it feels like the night just began with you."

"I'm sure we'll see each other again," you assure him.

"Y/N, what kind of music do you like?"

You slip on your blazer. "Mostly pop, but I also enjoy rap. Why do you ask?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Just give me a song you love, so I can remember you. I'll add it to my playlist."

You pause to think. "How about 'Criminal' by Britney Spears?"

"Got it. I like Spears, I'll add it to my playlist later," he replies with a smile.

He walks you to the door and unlocks it. You turn to him, giving him a warm hug. "You're a good one, Y/N. I hope you have a wonderful night." He kisses your cheek gently.

"Bye, Luigi!" you whisper as you step into the hallway. He watches you walk toward the elevators, ensuring you get there safely.