Vincent Charbonneau
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Table for Two, Please (VincexReader) by Lmao_Happy
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After searching for jobs after a long time of being jobless. You managed to secure a spot as a waiter at the infamous bistro. "La Gueule de Saturne" How will things turn out? Who knows! Read to Find out!
π•πŽπ‹πŽππ“π„Μ, vincent charbonneau by mutilatedbrainz
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[ π•πˆππ‚π„ππ“ π‚π‡π€π‘ππŽπππ„π€π” 𝐗 𝐅. 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ] ↳ 𝐒𝐧 𝐰𝐑𝐒𝐜𝐑, a woman moves to paris, france in hopes of escaping her past and in doing so lands a job at a formal restaurant which is owned by a renowned chef, vincent charbonneau, who seems a little too fond of the new hire. ─────────────── 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 08/12/2024 ─────────────── 𝐀 π…π€ππ…πˆπ‚ π–π‘πˆπ“π“π„π 𝐁𝐘 @mutilatedbrainz
At The End Of The Line [VINCENT CHARBONNEAU X READER] by ZENZIZURI
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(Y/N), a [GENDER] who has insomnia, moves to France from the United States in the early sixties to be at least closer to their homeland, Germany. However, (Y/N) does not exactly have a stable life in France, and has to keep changing jobs--until they actually get a job at the local bistro in the outskirts of Paris. They work along with Rody, the only other waiter at the bistro, who is in the same financial situation. But their boss . . . is a bit cold.
β™₯︎ 𝐿𝒢 𝒱𝒾𝑒 𝐸𝓃 π‘…π‘œπ“ˆπ‘’ β™₯︎ π™‘π™žπ™£π™˜π™šπ™£π™© π˜Ύπ™π™–π™§π™—π™€π™£π™£π™šπ™–π™ͺ 𝙭 π™π™šπ™–π™™π™šπ™§ by Ad0reBrii
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π™π™šπ™–π™™π™šπ™§ π™žπ™¨ π™’π™–π™‘π™š ! ˚ʚ🎢ɞ˚ Y/n Cantrelle, a celebrated jazz vocalist whose voice has become the heartbeat of France, has spent a lifetime serenading audiences in the dim glow of nightclubs, the smoky warmth of pubs, and even the sacred halls of churches. Music runs deep in his blood, a legacy passed down through generations of musicians and singers. After yet another soul-stirring performance one evening, Y/n, craving a well-deserved indulgence, made his way to a luxurious new restaurant. Little did he know that his charm would melt the heart of a man known for his coldness, captivating him with nothing more than a single, fateful glance.