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{AU}Manager!Rivaille X Reader~ Souffles

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(AU) Manager!Rivaille X Reader~ Soufflés

    In the midst of New York City, a busy street laid in the center of action. Business men and women walked among the streets, and guitarists played on the steps of apartments trying to grasp the attention of others. The smells of gasoline and baked goods fresh from the oven lifted through the atmosphere. Cars drove their way down the crowded streets littered with taxi cars picking up their clients.

    But the center of attention wasn't held in the bakeries or the business offices, they were held just down the road. Down this road, there were three popular restaurants. These restaurants both held different traits and tastes that could sway just anyone.

    The first one you come across is Charred Roses, also known as the Garrison. It's a classic grill that satisfies anyone one's charred needs, hence the name. It's a fairly cheap place to eat at, but delivers some of the best barbecue in the city. It is owned by Dot Pixis, a man who has the influence of the mayor himself. The restaurant has clear windows with a logo that is a shield with two roses on the corners.

    The one next to it, is called Horn's Den, also known as the Military Police. It's a hardcore bar that you can go for late night drinks or just go there for some great food during the day. It's extremely difficult to get hired there, you'll need to be a well-trained bartender to even be considered. The owner is actually unknown to the public, and it seems that it might not be announced. The restaurant has tinted windows with a logo that is a shield with a unicorn on it.

    The final one is Feathered Exquisite, also known as the Survey Corps. It's a fine dining restaurant, that serves the best French dishes in New York City. Unfortunately, it is extremely understaffed and people think the idea of being hired there is intimidating. It's owned by Erwin Smith, but managed by a menacing fellow by the name of Rivaille. The restaurant has an awning on the front with a shield that has two intersecting wings.

    I work at the Feathered Exquisite, the fine dining restaurant. It's not as bad as people say it is. When I submitted my resume to them, I thought the same thing, but it turned out to be different.

    Everyday, the uniform we wear consists of a white buttoned down shirt and a black blazer with the logo, also known among the employees as the Wings of Freedom. Along with that, we need to wear black dress pants for men, and pencil skirts for women. We just wear any matching shoes with that, but it can't be anything casual like vans or converse. Afterwards, we can customize the uniform to our liking. For example, I leave my blazer unbuttoned and wear a cross necklace that hangs from my neck. If we happen to break the dress code, Rivaille would fire us on the spot.

    I opened the back door to the restaurant, and hung my coat on the rack. It was about mid-afternoon, and everyone was prepping for the dinner service- even the waitresses like myself. I passed through the kitchen, grabbing my ordering pad off the shelf.

    "Good afternoon, Hanji!" I greeted, and stopped to watch the chefs scurry around the kitchen.

    A women with glasses with an executive chef's jacket looked up at me while chopping unions. "On hey [Y/N], your finally on time!"

    I scratched the back of my messy bun nervously, "Well yeah, I felt motivated to get out of bed this morning."

    The women let out a short laugh, "You're lucky shorty likes you, or you'd be booted out the door by now."

    "Speaking of the devil, I'm sure he'll whip my ass if I don't start cleaning."

    I turned and started walking out into the dining room. As I neared it, I could already hear Rivaille barking out cleaning orders to the other staff.

    "[Y/N]! I want you and Eren to start setting the tables!" Rivaille said when he saw me enter the dining room. He flashed me his famous menacing grey eyes with ebony strands of hair hanging over his forehead. Unlike our uniforms, he wore an unbuttoned tux and sported his white cravat.

    "Yessir," I acknowledged, grabbing the white tablecloths. A brunette boy walked up to me and took some tablecloths. He had turquoise irises, and left his blazer unbuttoned just like mine with a key attached to a string around his neck. "You must be the new recruit, eh?"

    "Yeah, I always wanted to join this place since I was little." Eren explained. "But now that I met Rivaille, my life's been ten times worse." He glanced over at the short man to make sure he didn't hear.

    "He isn't too bad," I shrugged. "You have to get on his good side." I laid down the white table cloth on one of the tables, and Eren set down spotless white plates next to the chairs.

    "He has a good side?" Eren asked while setting down the forks, spoons, and knives in a formal fashion.

    I nodded lightly, and set wine glasses on the top left corner of each plate. Eren then proceeded to set a water glass next to each glass I just set.

    We both used this process on each table, and exchanged a few looks when Rivaille tripped on something or yelled at another employee for not cleaning correctly. We didn't dare speak, there was a slight chance that he would catch us gossiping about him.

    Just when we both finished all forty tables, Rivaille called to us, "Eren, [Y/N]! Come here for dish tasting."

    As Eren and I walked to the large party table, I whispered to him, "This is the best part of working here."

    He nodded excitedly, and we both took a spot around the table. He took a spot next to three other recruits named Armin, Mikasa, and Jean. I stood next to Mike, the senior bartender.

    Rivaille stood next to Hanji, who was the head chef of the restaurant. "For tonight's service, Chef Hanji made two appetizers, two entrees, and one dessert. I know most of you know the tasting procedure, but the brats who just came in don't know." He glared at new recruits. "You will taste the dishes on this table in an orderly fashion, just in case a customer wants your opinion on one of the dishes."

    He set the first two appetizers in the center of the table. One was a small bowl of soup with a pinkish tint to it, and the other was a cheese platter.

    "The soup is Bisque de Crevettes. It's made with the freshest shrimp, potatoes, tomatoes, and has toasted bread croutons on top. The second is a cheese platter with crumbled Cottage Cheese, sliced Fourme de Montbrison, the middle one is warmed Brie, and spiced Pita chips on the side. The platter also has an aged corn relish and a cherry tomatoes humus spread."

    The senior employees and I wrote down everything he said, while the new recruits scrambled around trying to find their ordering pad.

    Rivaille set the two plates at the end of the table and set down two new entrees. One had a silky piece of boned meat on a bed of mashed potatoes, the other had round golden brown cylinders surrounded by a yellow substance that looked like fine rice.

    "Our meat entree is a braised lamb chop with a sweet cranberry sauce and garlic mash potatoes. The second dish is sheared scallops with a chicken broth polenta, and a side of pan fried broccolini."

    He glanced around to see if we finished writing, and replaced the two dishes with what looked like a chocolate cake in a cup. "Our one and only dessert is a Chocolate Soufflé with hints of peppermint."

    "You brats have exactly two minutes to taste the dishes." Once Rivaille left the dining room to consult with Erwin, the employees attacked the dishes- especially the dessert. The Chocolate Soufflé was gone before I can even get a taste, but I managed to taste all the other dishes.

    Once we finished tasting all the dishes, it was just about time to open the restaurant for dinner. Rivaille put us all in a line to so a daily inspection of our uniforms. He went down the line, noting every detail of the way we wore our uniform.

    When he reached me, his eyes lingered on me a little longer than the others. I saw his bored eyes glanced at my hair slightly, but he than moved on without saying a word.

    "Now, Mike you're working the bar. Eren and Mikasa you're going to work tables one through eight. Armin and Jean you'll get tables nine through seventeen. Sasha you will be the hostess, like always. [Y/N], you take tables eighteen to twenty-four..."

    After I was told my numbers, I put a name tag on each table I was in charge of. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rivaille approached me. I looked up at him, and he pulled the hair tie out that I was using to hold my hair in a messy bun.

    "What was that for?" I asked, while trying to snatch the hair tie out of his hand.

    "Your hair was informal," he said blankly, as he turned to walk away. Rivaille then looked over his shoulder at me, with what looked like...amusement? "Besides, you look prettier with your hair down anyway."

    I was dumbfounded at his comment, and just stared at him without an answer. Rivaille clicked his tongue, snapping me out of my trance. "Get ready, first customers are coming in now."

    He was right, I looked towards the hostess stand and saw a couple talking to Sasha. The brunette employee took two menus and decided to seat them at Petra's assigned tables. The second couple that came in was seat at one of my tables, so I immediately approached them.

    "Bonjour, welcome to the Feathered Exquisite, my name is [Y/N] and I will be your waitress for the evening."

    The man nodded, while the women asked, "Do you actually know French?"

    I was a little stunned by the question, "No, no! Of course not, it's just in the memo I have to follow." I glanced towards the hostess stand, and saw Rivaille glaring at my back. I'm screwed. "Can we start off with a bottle of wine?"

    The women laughed wholeheartedly, "No, we're not drinkers. We'll just take water and cherry coke."

    I wrote that down in my pad, "Anything else before I get your drinks?"

    "That man over there is glaring at you."

    "He's Rivaille, my manager. And he's not glaring, it's just his normal face," I chuckled lightly. "I'll go get your drinks, and take your order shortly."

    Once I went behind the service stand to get the drinks, Rivaille approached me. "Why the fuck did you say that?"

    I put one of the glasses under the cherry coke spray and clicked the button to fill it. "What was I supposed to say Rivaille? I don't speak French like you, okay?"

    Rivaille hissed back, "You could of said, 'Yeah, I'm learning it right now.'"

    "But I'm not! That's called lying, L-Y-I-N-G!"

    "I'm watching you, brat." Rivaille snapped, and turned to walk away. "Les femmes sont impossibles."

    I scoffed, and grabbed a platter to put the filled glasses on. I poured icy water into a glass pitched and set it on the platter. Afterwards, I picked up the platter and made my way to the table.

    "Here you are." I set the glasses around the table. "Have you decided what you want to eat?"

    The women chuckled, "Over course we are, there are only like two choices per course."

    "Well that makes your decision easier then."

    "We'll split the cheese platter as an appetizer. I'll have the lamb chop, and my husband will have the scallops. And the dessert...well there's only one choice."

    I nodded as I wrote out everything on my ordering pad. "Anything else?"

    "I have a question. What's your opinion on the chocolate soufflé?"

     I remembered that I didn't have a chance to taste the soufflé, and tried to improvise, "It's like a lighter version of a chocolate cake."

    The women nodded, and I dismissed myself from the table. I retreated behind the service stand and sighed.

    "What was that?" A poisonous voice whispered from behind me. I turned around, and Rivaille stood a little too close for comfort.

    "What do you mean?" I hissed, taking a step back.

    "'It's a lighter version of a chocolate cake', what kind of description is that?"

    I gapped at him, "I couldn't get a bite of tap hat soufflé because everyone else devoured it, so I improvised."

    "You call that improvising? How about 'it's as delicate as a flower petal, and is swirled in chocolate and baked to perfection?'"

    "You're getting to poetic," I scowled. "Hey wait, you didn't even taste the soufflé either!"

    Rivaille's bored expression faltered slightly, "O-of course I did."

    "You stuttered you liar!" I accused. He scowled and walked back to the hostess stand.

    "Hey [Y/N]! Your table's order is ready," Hanji called from the back.

    "Coming!"

                                                      -=-=-=-


    After my shifts at the restaurant, I usually take a nighttime walk in Central Park. Sure, there's rapists and thugs around here, but it's too beautiful to pass up. Besides, I normally climb a maple tree and watch the stars, so whoever is out there doesn't see me.

    I walked up a nature trail that led up to the carousel. Luckily for me, it's always closed at this hour. I glanced around the carousel, looking at all of the animal figures that kids climb on to ride. A grin traveled up my lips and I ran to the carousel, but I didn't climb on a ride. I climbed up the side of the carousel, and laid down on its roof with my limps sprawled out on its surface.

    Sighing deeply, I gazed at the stars that laid above me. I was so memorized that I didn't even notice a figure climb up the carousel to join me on the roof.

    "So this is where you go every night." A low, hoarse voice said behind me. I shot up in surprise, and snapped my head towards the figure. It was Rivaille, with his tux off revealing a buttoned down white shirt and cravat. His face looked calm, as if stress from work made him seem menacing and scary.

    "Riv-Rivaille? Why are you here?" I gapped.

    "I could ask you the same thing," Rivaille said, kneeling down next to my laying form.

    "Did you follow me?"

    "Of course I did, I was suspicious when you walked to the entrance of Central Park," Rivaille clicked his tongue quietly. "It's dangerous out here you know."

    "I come here every night, and I didn't even cross trouble once."

    "Still, it risks your safety." Rivaille is questioning my...safety?

    "When did you care so much for me?" I asked curiously.

    "I care about my employees. If they die on me, then I have to do their work until I find a replacement for them," he replied coldly.

    "Quit the crap," I said, reaching up to poke Rivaille's cheek. "I know you care about me in a personal way."

    "What makes you say that?" Rivaille asked, looking down at you. The normal Rivaille I know would smack the crap out of me. So I decided to test him, and rip all that he knows about me out of him.

    "Because I care about you," I responded.

    Rivaille raised an eyebrow, "Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now?"

    "As ridiculous as you," I remarked slyly.

    "Ah, I brought you something." I sat up as he rummaged through his backpack. His slender pale hands pulled out a small take out box, and he offers it to me. I gladly accepted it, and opened the cover. It was a chocolate soufflé was tonight's dinner service. "We both didn't taste it, so I thought we could share one."

    "I can't believe I'm saying this, but this is really sweet of you."

    Rivaille rolled his eyes and handed me a plastic fork, "Save some for me, alright?" I took a small spoon full and smirked at him evilly. "What's the face for, brat?" I felt a sense of danger come over me, and I shoved the spoonful of soufflé into his mouth. He stumbled over in surprise, but soon pulled the spoon from his mouth and glared at me.

    "That's for pissing on me during tonight's shift," I said.

    "Shut up," he growled, and chucked the spoon at me. I sighed deeply and stared up at the starry sky, ignoring the short man next to me. Suddenly, Rivaille slipped his hand under the take out box and flipped it in my face. My eyes widened in surprise, as clumps of chocolate soufflé slammed into my chin and chest.

    I spat out the chocolate that went in my mouth, "Screw you!" I took a napkin out of my purse and whipped the contents off my chin. When I looked over at Rivaille, a smile tugged at his lips, but he immediately shook it off when I glanced over.

    "We should do this more often," I sighed. "You're much cooler off duty."

    Rivaille blinked at me. "I hate to admit it," he replied, and laid his head on my lap that was clean from the chocolate soufflé. "but I agree."
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Soo amazingly awesome! I'm so happy I took French class!