always.
summary: kylian takes you on a special date on a helicopter to let you see the eiffel tower for the first time
pairing: kylian mbappe x reader
genre: fluff
warnings: kylian is an absolute dream, beware of suffering from absolute delusions after this
word count: 1.8k+
a/n: this was definitely not inspired by the helicopter scene in figty shades of grey 😃 and i definitely never wanted to recreate this scene with someone😃 and this is definitely not for pure self-indulgment😃 and i definitely did not listen to "love me like you do" on repeat while writing this😃
anyways lol, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing!!🤍
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You are in the middle of organizing the last shelf, when your manager approaches you with an unreadable expression. "__, this looks perfect. You're done for tonight."
You turn to her in confusion, "It's fine, I just have this one last shelf left-"
"I said you're dismissed for tonight, __. Enjoy the rest of your evening."
With a final look she leaves, but not before giving you a little wink. This is not a common occurrence; in fact you usually stay longer than you should. And judging from the underlying look in her eyes, you are far from done tonight.
This must be Kylian's doing again, you think. And the thought of him alone makes you feel giddy.
Your co-worker slash best friend joins you with a mischievous smile on her lips. "Stop looking at me like that.", you say.
"Aw, come on. Are you going to say this to your boyfriend too when he looks at you like that later.", Noémie says and cocks one brow up while pursing her lips. She looks absolutely ridiculous.
You shove her away, "How many times do I have to tell you that he's not my boyfriend."
She walks down the aile to the changing rooms with you, "Yet. He isn't your boyfriend yet. And when he is," she sighs blissfully, "I'll have a rich best friend and date one of his rich little friends so we can have those rich little brunches those snobby women in Paris have all the time."
"Noémie! You know that's not the reason why I like him. I don't care for his money, I never did."
Noémie smiles at you softly, "I know I know, I'm just kidding." She's silent for a second, before she breaks out in laughter, "Well, not really. But the moment he says something mean or treats you bad, god have mercy on his parisian ass."
This time you laugh as well, "I'll make sure to let him know."
She gasps, "Don't you dare. I can't leave a bad impression on my future brother-in-law."
You groan again, yet you can't deny that the thought of him being wedded to you doesn't make your stomach erupt in butterflies. "Noémie, you're so stupid."
She smiles warmly, as she watches you wear your leather jacket, "Have fun baby."
"Thank you.", you hug her tightly and leave the drug store with a shiver feeling. When you go outside a tall man, dressed in black, is already waiting for you, "Hey. Hugo, right?"
He nods curtly, "Good evening, Madam __. Monsieur Mbappé will be joining us there."
You smile gratefully, when Hugo opens the car door for you and you cautiously step in. The SUV is spacious, the windows are darkened. You can barely see anything outside.
You relax against the soft seat a little bit, while Hugo turns on the engine. Tonight is only your third date with Kylian. And you couldn't be any more nervous, because this time he didn't tell you what you were doing. A surprise, he said. Still, you're scared of being too underdressed or unprepared.
But this is Kylian; you shouldn't be too worried.
You met the french football player when he stumbled into your workplace one night. The little drug store that you work in was located in a small suburb in Lille. It isn't a well-known place, so you were surprised that such a huge personality like Kylian visited.
He was there for a match against Lille and was in search for something for his mother you think. You don't quite remember what it was, but what you clearly remember was his stressed face when you almost closed the door on him.
The store was about to close, and you almost started arguing with him but you felt bad seeing his distraught appearance and just let him in.
Safe to say your manager gave you in earful right there and then, but since it was France's superstar Kylian Mbappé, she let it go.
You waited at the door for him with the store's key in your hand. "Thank you again. Let me repay you with coffee or something."
"Sure.", you simply answered. Honestly you didn't even really hear what he said to you, too caught up with the fact that the Kylian Mbappé was in front of you, as well as your own tiredness.
He smiled and left.
You thought that settled it and you would never hear of the man again. So imagine your surprise when your shift ended 10 minutes later and he stood right there in front of you, leaning casually against the hood of his black car.
"Did- Did you forget something?", you ask. Nervously, you fiddled with the straps of your handbag.
"Yeah."
You purse your lips, "Oh. Well, I'm sorry the store is closed now and I can't let you-"
He laughs, "I meant your number. I owe you coffee, no?"
"Ah, no it's fine. You don't have to." To say you were completely flustered would be an understatement, and you really didn't want to know how shy you probably appeared.
"I insist."
So you met for coffee. But suddenly he invited you to one of his matches one day too, and then you even went to a luxurious steak house afterwards.
The night ended with a heated kiss in his car, leaving you sleepless for the coming days. Slowly, you started developing feelings for Kylian.
He's romantic and attentive. Despite the huge gap in your lifestyles, you never felt more comfortable with someone. You two just clicked, even though everything is still so fresh and new to you.
Daily text messages and calls gave you the illusion of knowing him for an eternity already.
The car comes to a halt in front of a huge building. Hugo opens the door for you, and once you step out, you're greeted by the chilly night air. You recognize your surroundings to be in the more wealthier part of the city - somewhere you have been only a handful of times.
After the two of you two step into the elevator, Hugo clicks on the highest button. He stands in front you, his back turned to you as well. While watching him, you genuinely wonder what Kylian could have possibly planned - especially on a rooftop.
The elevator doors open with ding! and the moment they do, you're breathless.
There stands Kylian, dressed in casual slacks, a white tee and black jacket in front of a helicopter. A fucking helicopter. His initials appear big on the side of it.
The sight may have left you breathless, but Kylian's smile, while you walk towards him actually robs you off all the oxygen in your lungs. You feel shy under the gaze of his pretty eyes. "Good evening, mon bijoux.", he says and presses a kiss to your hand.
He began using the nickname only recently via text or calls, but this is the first time he actually calls you "my jewelry" in person. You like it maybe a little too much. It makes you feel special - something never quite experienced in your life before.
"Kylian...what is this?", you say, eyeing the huge vehicle behind him.
He smiles and opens the door for you, like the true gentleman he is, "Our date tonight."
You figured already but it still seems a bit surreal to you, especially when you sit inside. Kylian joins you a few seconds later on the driver's seat.
It only dawns on you then, "Wait. Ky, you're flying this?"
He smirks and puts the headset on in response, "Yes."
"So, you have a license for flying a helicopter...", you begin and subsequently fail to contain your laughter, "but no driver's license?"
He laughs as well, a bit more sheepish though, "Life works in funny ways, doesn't it?"
You squeeze his hand, trying to reassure him in some way. You wanted to say something to him, but a light suddenly blinks up on the screen, distracting him.
Suddenly Kylian leans over to you. He reaches behind you, his face so close you can see your own reflection in his eyes.
He begins clamping down the multiple seatbelts for you. Once he's done, he fastens the belt up really strong and an audible gasp leaves your mouth, when it gets especially tight around your lower area.
"No escaping now.", he says in a low voice.
You never planned on leaving anyways, you're sure you would follow him anywhere.
Kylian fastens his own seatbelts and hands you over a headset, next to his own. "September 1-1-3-7. Michelangelo. Ready to depart."
You look at him, while adjusting your headset. "Roger that, Michelangelo. Your flight plan from Lille to Paris is cleared.", someone says through the comms and you stare at Kylian in shock, unable to hide your excitement.
"Paris? That's where we're going?
His emotions match your own, "Yeah."
The heli takes off and you can barely contain your squeal. Kylian doesn't even need to say anything when you reach the capital city after 20 minutes, the difference is as clear as black and white. The view from above at night is prettier than anything you have seen before. City lights shine bright in the darkness of the night, cars still hustle around even though it's far after midnight.
You see the Champs-Élysées, the Arc de Triomphe as you fly over river Seine. It's a tragedy really, that you haven't seen any of the many sights in person - or even been to Paris. But you wouldn't change anything in the world for seeing them for the first time like this.
The Eiffel Tower was by far its most famous monument. And nothing could have prepared you for seeing it from above, when the entire tower begins to sparkle.
"Kylian.", you gasp, "It's so pretty."
He hums in agreement next to you. You lean forward to get a better look at it.
"Do you like it?"
You turn to him, the sparkles for sure reflecting in your own eyes by now, "I love it. Thank you so much."
You can feel tears collecting in your eyes. It's crazy to think how fast your life changed in a span of maybe two weeks.
He presses a kiss to your knuckles, then to your wrist and finally intertwines your fingers with his. It's as if they were smithen and polished to fit into one another perfectly. Like a puzzle and its missing piece - finally complete.
"You're amazing, Ky. This means a lot. You mean a lot.", you feel yourself shake a bit. There's weight to your words and you feel scared.
His hand squeezes yours, he's got you. "You to me too."
And he knows in that moment that this is just the beginning of your journey together. That you will follow him anywhere and that he will too. He'll stand by your side, always, and care for you, just like you did when he stumbled helplessly into the small drug store in Lille.
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